Witch Rope Prison (After Chapter 99)

"Mmmph... Ooooh... Ooooooh, ooooooh, ooooooh?!" When the suggestion ended, and after being brought to climax by Chu Ling's skillful hands an unknown number of times, Tong Youyou collapsed onto the bed, her eyes half-closed, panting weakly. Her disheveled hair and flushed cheeks were smeared with white fluid. Her alluring white stockings were coated with a thick, greasy, foul-smelling mixture of solid and liquid white discharge, making her look utterly debauched. She had completely lost consciousness, the overwhelming waves of intense pleasure having utterly destroyed her will and reason. Her muscles had relaxed completely, leaving only the instinctive tremors of a body confirming its survival. Her parted lips, stretched wide and unable to close, continued to leak the mixed fluids, and even the thick, pointed protrusion of the straitjacket was still oozing juices. She looked like a girl who had just finished with a client. "Alright, Youyou, I'm really looking forward to your performance tomorrow," Chu Ling said with a wicked grin as he thrust his cock into Tong Youyou's wetness once more from the front. He then wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her deep into his embrace. Ensuring she was safe, the utterly exhausted man also drifted off to sleep. Chapter 57 Word Count: 3828 "Hiss... Youyou, you..." When Chu Ling woke up, he found no one beside him. Tong Youyou, having somehow freed herself from her restraints, was now sitting on the table beside the bed. One hand rested on the tabletop, while the other swung the Thunder Rod Chu Ling had used earlier. She narrowed her eyes, tilting her head and smiling at Chu Ling on the bed. Upon closer inspection, her expression seemed shrouded in a dark gloom, her usually pleasant features overlaid with a faint shadow, making her smile appear somewhat terrifying. Tong Youyou was bare-chested, her purple silk still covering her breasts and below. A silver bell dangled beneath her nipples. Faint purple rope marks still lingered on her fair skin. The floor was littered with shattered remnants of silver ropes, clearly indicating she had gathered her strength to snap the restraints all at once and break free from the straitjacket. On the table lay a discarded straitjacket smeared with the solid and liquid mixture, a gag, a metal plate, and other implements. Aside from the intimate purple silk, her only other coverings were the multi-layered white stockings on her legs, now soaked and stained with the foul-smelling yellow-white mixture, and her red dancing shoes, their edges still bearing solidified white clumps. She sat on the table, her legs crossed, her white stockings soaked in the foul-smelling discharge. Though all the restraints had been removed, her face smeared with white clumps, her matted hair, her limbs dotted with stains, and even her nether regions that seemed to still be leaking viscous fluid—Tong Youyou, covered in white fluid, appeared incredibly lewd. The combination of her alluring purple silk and her debauched appearance immediately made Chu Ling hard again as he woke up.

With the股绳 secured, Chu Ling picked up a new bundle of ropes. He first wrapped them around the Siren Demon's upper arms and body twice, then threaded them up over the peaks of her chest and through her left armpit to the back. He tightened the ropes binding her arms to her body, then moved to the right side, again threading the rope forward, then backward through the armpit, and cinching it tight. Finally, he wrapped the rope around her upper arm several times, binding her body and arms together securely. After finishing with the arms, he threaded the remaining rope through the loop around her neck, pulled it taut, and then brought it down to bind her wrists together. He then pulled the rope up through the neck loop and tightened it downwards, suspending her forearms behind her back in an inverted position, attached to her nape. With her forearms suspended, Chu Ling then wound the rope horizontally around her forearms several times to keep them pressed together. As the rope wasn't long enough, he omitted any vertical binding and instead connected the remaining length directly to the neck loop, pulling it taut. With the final knot tied, the Siren Demon's hands were securely bound above her head behind her back, with only her fingers able to move slightly. After binding her torso and arms, it was time for her legs. Chu Ling took another rope and folded her left leg, bringing it close to her body. He first tied a loop around her ankle, then wrapped the rope horizontally around her lower leg, ankle, and the corresponding part of her thigh, binding them together. He then added vertical binding to tightly interlock her upper and lower legs. Once this binding point was secured, Chu Ling pulled the rope upwards and, in the same manner, wrapped and secured it around her folded legs below and above the knee. Due to the limited rope, after creating these two binding points, Chu Ling threaded the rope directly down through the gap between her legs and connected it to the initial ankle loop, securing it. Using another rope, he bound her right leg similarly, bringing it close to her body. Then, he brought her folded legs together and used the last rope to thread through the gap at the fold below her knees, binding both legs together. This forced the Siren Demon into a kneeling, seated posture. With the ropes in place, Chu Ling took out the incredibly wicked-looking horse-bit gag that Tong Youyou had previously held in her mouth, along with a pair of white stockings he had casually taken from the box. Chu Ling skillfully balled up the stockings and then pried open the dazed Siren Demon's mouth, stuffing the white silk into her mouth bit by bit. Using his fingers, he pushed the last bit of stocking past her lips, filling her mouth completely. He then inserted the gag, forcefully pushing the stockings down her throat. He then wrapped the straps on either side of the gag around the back of her head and buckled them, rendering the Siren Demon unable to utter complete sentences. "Mmmph!" Although she didn't need to breathe, the sensation of her mouth and throat being completely filled with foreign objects felt strange. She shook her head back and forth incessantly. "Well then, have a good dream," Chu Ling said, placing the last blindfold over the Siren Demon's head. As the deep darkness descended, her vision turned black. Having lived in a pool with luminous ores for a long time, she became flustered for a moment. The feeling of being completely bound and enveloped in darkness was both novel and terrifying. She immediately couldn't help but writhe and cry out, and as she struggled, the two rods in the garden caused her body to tremble uncontrollably—but soon after, Chu Ling tossed her into the gem chamber.

Chu Ling brought Tang Ziqin's legs, clad in black silk, together and secured them with ropes, tying them in circles. The ropes snaked between her thighs and the moon-shaped blade, binding them tightly. The sensitive inner thighs were squeezed against the cold blade, and the constant, chilling sensation of the blade pressing into her groin, against her buttocks, made her profoundly uncomfortable. Her warm, soft thighs, wrapped in delicate black silk, felt smooth and yielding to the touch. The contrast between her body heat and the cold blade was almost inviting, making one want to touch them more. After binding her thighs, Chu Ling grabbed Tang Ziqin's calves. With practiced ease, she wrapped ropes around her legs and the blade, tightening them to bind her legs firmly against the moon-shaped disk. Her bent knees were then secured together, top and bottom, as if welded. Her upper and lower legs were pressed together and bound with figure-eight loops, tightening the ropes deep into the flesh. Though such tight restraints would undoubtedly cause pain, Chu Ling, who demanded strict bondage, cared nothing for comfort or ergonomics. She simply tightened the ropes, making Tang Ziqin's legs appear fused into a single, crushed mass, utterly immobile. Finally, Chu Ling took the excess rope and wrapped it around Tang Ziqin's feet, securing her crystal shoes to her insteps and then tying the heels together, making them difficult to kick off. Next, Chu Ling produced a long steel rod. One end was attached to the handcuffs on Tang Ziqin's right wrist, which were bound behind her back, and the other end was connected to the shackles on her left ankle, directly linking her wrist and ankle. As the rod had limited length, it couldn't be fully extended, pulling her limbs tighter than before. To prevent her limbs from being torn off, Chu Ling pulled Tang Ziqin's arms further back, straightening her spine and lifting her legs, just enough to fit the rod's length. With the steel rod connecting her right wrist to her left ankle, and her left wrist to her right ankle, Tang Ziqin was forced into an arched position on the moon-shaped disk. However, she was also locked onto the blade's surface, preventing her from arching. Pulled inward by her limbs and pushed outward by her body, Tang Ziqin was in agony. She felt her spine on the verge of collapse and her limbs as if they would be torn apart at any moment. Locked onto the moon-shaped blade, even turning her head was a struggle. "Damn this corrupt court!" Tang Ziqin gritted her teeth, her eyes reddening. Her black hair fell over her shoulders, partially obscuring her profile. She had never imagined such a cruel method of restraint. This enormous moon-shaped disk not only stole her freedom of movement but also exposed her in her most vulnerable state. If she ever escaped, she vowed to shatter this tormenting device. Chu Ling then retrieved a soft catheter from a box, a wooden ball attached to its end. Before Tang Ziqin could react, Chu Ling grabbed her chin and shoved the tip of the thick catheter into her mouth, pushing it down her throat. "Gag?! Mmph?!" The thick, foreign object ruthlessly probing her pharynx involuntarily triggered a wave of nausea and gagging. But bound completely to the moon-shaped disk, she had no chance to resist. When she tried to close her mouth, iron hooks immediately pried her jaws open from all sides. Soon, the long catheter penetrated her entire esophagus and lodged in the upper part of her stomach. Tang Ziqin, even with esophageal contractions, couldn't dislodge the tube that stretched her throat. The hollow wooden ball at the end of the catheter served as a gag, filling her entire mouth and perfectly cradling her teeth in grooves above and below, preventing her from biting it. Without giving Tang Ziqin a chance to make a sound, Chu Ling had someone rotate the moon-shaped disk so Tang Ziqin faced the sky. Chu Ling then took a small tin box, dipped a brush into the viscous liquid within, and smeared it around her wide-open lips and the wooden ball. The clear, cool, viscous liquid naturally seeped through the gaps between her mouth and the ball, dripping into her mouth and slowly trickling down her throat. Beyond these gaps, even Tang Ziqin's teeth and tongue were inevitably coated with the sticky fluid. "Mmph... Mmmph?..." Within moments, the viscous liquid rapidly solidified into a hard, semi-transparent mass. The gaps that had been filled with liquid were now completely occupied by this semi-transparent solid, including her mouth and the entrance to her esophagus. Tang Ziqin's tongue and teeth, which had been pressed but at least mobile, were now encased in the solid, sealed like amber and unable to move. Her throat, besides the catheter, was filled with hard solid, completely blocking the passage. She couldn't even swallow her own saliva! "Mmph... Mmph mmph..." Her entire mouth completely filled, Tang Ziqin was truly rendered speechless. Only faint whimpers and the sound of friction could be heard from her lips and teeth. She could only glare at Chu Ling with furious eyes, her trembling body seemingly trying to struggle, but she couldn't even make the moon-shaped disk tilt. "Next up is this~" Chu Ling connected the end of the catheter to an opening on the moon-shaped disk and secured it. She then picked up a veil adorned with a jade rabbit and moon pattern. Grasping Tang Ziqin's chin, she placed the veil on her cheek, covering her lips and the tube, which were somewhat unsightly. However, the bulging outline was still slightly noticeable. Following this, Chu Ling produced a final, dazzling beaded veil mask. This item resembled a half-mask, with no openings. When worn, it covered her face from the bridge of her nose upwards, while a cascade of beads fell like a waterfall from beneath the mask, creating a striking appearance.

After freeing all six witches, Chu Ling truly understood the importance of his past efforts with Tong Youyou—when Gao Yingxing and Zhu Huang were grinding their teeth, wishing to grind him into dust, Tong Youyou fearlessly stood in front of him, declaring that her love for him was more important than their friendship. If he hadn't gone through those things with Tong Youyou back then, he would likely have been killed the moment he freed them! "So, how is it? Did you manage to break free?" Chu Ling asked while intensely fucking Tong Youyou. She was wearing Gao Yingxing's restraint suit and white stockings, her hands fixed above her lower abdomen as usual, unable to move. Her legs were also tightly bound by ropes, but the empty, swaying expanse on her chest was comically amusing. Chu Ling's thrusts caused her abdomen to rise and fall. "Guh! No... too good... Hah-er-ahhhhh?! *cough cough*..." Tong Youyou howled uncontrollably from Chu Ling's fucking, completely unable to break free. It wasn't until Chu Ling withdrew that she gasped for breath and responded intermittently. Feeling her face wet and sticky, she couldn't help but curse, "I told you not to cum on my face... Huh?!" "Youyou, is there a possibility that you've been tricked and bound by me again? This time, I won't let you go," Chu Ling said with a wicked grin, stuffing a matching gag into Tong Youyou's mouth. "Stop fucking around, I don't have time today. Xi'er is already waiting outside. Hurry up and let me go, you bitch!" Tong Youyou shook her head, swatting away Chu Ling's hand and cursing, "We'll talk about it next time." "Fine." Chu Ling felt a bit regretful but had no intention of actually imprisoning Tong Youyou. He then proceeded to untie her one by one. "Mom and Dad, you guys play rough." Tong Lingxi stood at the doorway with her arms crossed, a playful smile on her face. Her long purple hair, inherited from Tong Youyou, spread out like willow branches in the wind. "The envoy from Myanmar is already waiting in the hall." "Ahem, Xi'er, you shouldn't eavesdrop on adult matters." Tong Youyou, having used her internal energy to evaporate the filth and odor from her body and changed into ordinary clothes, walked away with a composed expression. "Is there anything else?" "Nothing else is as important as what's between you two," Tong Lingxi blinked and said with a shy smile. "It doesn't matter if Mom watches or not."

These gleaming silver iron shackles are forged from iron mined from the hundred-year-old cast iron at Yue Fei's Temple in West Lake and the former imperial sword bestowed upon Yu Shao Bao's old residence. Both types of iron were wielded by loyal and upright ministers, imbued with a righteous aura that repels malevolent spirits and suppresses ordinary evil. Furthermore, to amplify this righteous aura to the point of overpowering the malevolent energy of these restraint sets, four stones from Mount Tai, brought back by Emperor Wu of Han during his Feng Shan ceremony, were incorporated. These divine stones, once used to protect the four corners of the Weiyang Palace and bless the nation, had, through a millennium of spiritual evolution on Mount Tai, absorbed spiritual energy by the Ming Dynasty. Capable of subduing a hundred ghosts, warding off calamities, bringing fortune to officials, health to the populace, prosperity to culture, and harmony to music, they were ground into granules and forged together with the molten iron. After being subjected to multiple layers of seal script craftsmanship, they finally took shape as these formidable iron shackles. However, when these formidable iron shackles are combined with the restraint set, which is heavily imbued with Yin and malevolent energy, a significant rejection phenomenon occurs, leading to internal degradation. To prevent this from compromising the overall effectiveness of the restraint set, a layer of viscous fluid was added to neutralize the interaction between the righteous and the malevolent. This viscous fluid, situated between the two layers of the restraint set and the iron shackles, was originally the manuscript of "Huai Lu Tang Gao," written by Li Dongyang, the Grand Secretary during the reign of Emperor Wuzong. During Wuzong's reign, the powerful eunuch Liu Jin, arrogant and overbearing, persecuted court officials with the Emperor's favor. It was Li Xiya (Li Dongyang) who rescued many upright ministers (including Wang Shouren). However, due to his close association with Liu Jin, he was scorned by others as a "flatterer of eunuchs." Little did they know that many affairs of the court were painstakingly managed by him alone. After his eventual retirement, he did not dwell on these matters, merely writing "Huai Lu Tang Gao" for his own amusement. After his passing, this manuscript inexplicably became a book spirit, spending its nights conversing with and lecturing sleepless scholars. Although it did not harm anyone, its constant disturbance of scholars led to reports, and it was subsequently apprehended by the Embroidered Uniform Guard. At the time, the then Grand Secretary Xu Jie, intrigued, investigated it. The result was the fusion of the entire book's pages and ink into a pool of liquid superconductor at room temperature. This superconductor could significantly reduce the vitality of any substance immersed within it. For instance, even a hyperactive husky thrown in would become as still as if in the sweltering heat. Even a malevolent weapon radiating evil energy would have its aura suppressed and contained, preventing any leakage. It even prevented any sense of rejection when the boundless righteous iron shackles and the white restraint bands filled with resentment were submerged together, serving as an excellent transitional material. Moreover, it rendered the Dong Xue Lian, encased within, inert, further sealing her corpse energy. Thus, up to the outermost restraint set, the layered seals and restraints are sufficient to prevent Dong Xue Lian from absorbing even a wisp of corpse energy from the outside, nor can she release any of it. This effectively seals her like a stone sarcophagus, completely containing the molten nuclear power plant. But this is not enough. The corpse energy required for a living corpse to exist in the world is but a fraction of the corpse energy Dong Xue Lian absorbed and stored through her interactions with men. Although she can no longer break free from these restraints, her fully realized power still makes her a dangerous ticking time bomb. Therefore, it is necessary to dismantle and consume her corpse energy from within, preventing her from accumulating enough to break free.

Tang Zijin was from Guangzhou and naturally knew about the specialty of Guangzhou's Qiuping Building – stockings. However, she didn't have the spare money or the inclination for such indulgences. Now, her legs were wrapped in several layers, encased by thick black stockings. The taut, slender lines of her legs felt no discomfort, aside from a slight sense of pressure and restraint. More than anything, it was a comforting sensation of being enveloped in cotton wool from all sides. However, restraining the legs couldn't simply be achieved by wearing stockings. Chu Ling then took out a long, single leg restraint from the box, its surface reflecting a faint, matte black sheen, likely made of the same material as the hand restraints. Chu Ling lifted Tang Zijin's stocking-clad ankle and slid it into the single leg restraint. He pulled the opening up to mid-thigh, tightened and locked it with a leather strap, and then began to cinch the numerous black restraint straps on it. One by one, he tied them, the straps causing the single-tube leg cover to wrinkle and sink under their tension. Afterward, Chu Ling took out a large bundle of short ropes and began to bind Tang Zijin's legs, which were already brought together and tightened by the leg cover. Tang Zijin primarily practiced with dual maces, her arms developed into well-defined, robust muscles like meteoric iron. Her legs, not having been重点 trained, appeared comparatively more tender and shapely, even a bit soft and plump. After being wrapped in several layers of black stockings that clung tightly to her skin, the ropes made them feel even more fleshy, more alluring than the other women he had bound before. Her legs were captivating, smooth and delicate. The black stockings, which felt smooth and fluid to the touch, were tightened by the ropes, causing her soft flesh to indent slightly, like freshly steamed pastries, soft and delectable. The ropes pressing into the stockings made the flesh between the upper and lower sets of ropes bulge out, appearing even more enticing. The short ropes, tied in groups of several, began from the ankles, binding Tang Zijin's brought-together legs even more tightly. Then, a long rope was used to connect these horizontal groups of short ropes, cinching them all together in the middle with a knot. After binding her legs, Tang Zijin's slender and full black-stockinged legs, encased in the single leg restraints, were tightly bound together by dozens of thin ropes from bottom to top. The black stockings at the upper end of the leg covers were further constricted by the tight ropes, creating uneven bumps and ridges, giving them a very fleshy appearance. Looking at Tang Zijin's alluring body lying on the ground, straight and bound by a dense network of ropes into an uneven, shapely form, Chu Ling truly wanted to take her right there while there were people around. However, the instructions explicitly stated that the black stockings must not be torn or damaged, so he had to suppress his urge. Just as Chu Ling took a few deep breaths, preparing to continue flipping through the instruction manual, he realized he had finished it. Bewildered, Chu Ling quickly searched the box again, but there wasn't even a single extra rope. After discarding the silk cloth used as padding, there was truly nothing left! Were the restraint props this meager? This outrageous? The restraint props from Gao Yingxing were at least a masterfully crafted steel yoke, Zhu Huang's props were incredibly varied, and Ao Cunxin's dragon bone alone was terrifying. How could they be so few here? Looking around, besides a large pile of ropes, there was only a single hand restraint and a single leg restraint. Although they looked sturdy, could they really restrain a witch like this??? Was this even proper? Wasn't this the most rudimentary restraint set? And why were there no luminous special effects this time? Chu Ling was deeply puzzled, but new images had indeed appeared in the Celestial Book. However, the people around had not delved into more restraint sets. Seeing Tang Zijin on the ground, bound by ropes into a lumpy, shapely form like a meat dumpling, they were all relieved and began to congratulate Chu Ling. Although Chu Ling was confused, he couldn't openly express it. Moreover, with the plague rampant, it was not advisable for too many people to gather. He put away the restrained Tang Zijin, threw her into the dungeon, and then, after submitting a report about the matter, set off the very next day with the four witches to continue his journey.