Travels in Xavier

The royal garden of Fedora was a beautiful sanctuary, surrounded by lush trees and filled with the songs of birds and the fragrance of flowers, immersing one in a tranquil atmosphere. The garden was planted with a wide variety of flowers, their vibrant colors forming a brilliant tapestry. In the center of the garden stood a secluded pavilion, adorned with exquisite decorations and blossoms, lending it an air of refined elegance. Within this very garden, the pitiable Princess Shirin was shamefully bound and restrained by leather straps, her limbs contorted. She was forced to curl up on the ground, resembling a trapped little animal. Her face was flushed like an apple, and a gag pressed against her tongue, causing her saliva to continuously dribble from the corners of her mouth, moistening the ground beneath her. Unable to stand, Shirin could only support herself on her knees and elbows, inching forward with agonizing slowness. Each movement filled her with immense shame and humiliation, her body seemingly imprisoned in this pathetic posture, unable to break free. The leather straps left faint marks on her skin, a mingling of pain and stimulation that elicited soft moans. She wore only a snow-white, semi-transparent nightgown, its sheer fabric lightly caressing her full form, exuding an intoxicating, hazy beauty. Her long, shapely legs were tightly encased in white thigh-high stockings, her elegantly arched feet radiating an unparalleled allure. The sheen of the stockings sparkled, igniting endless fantasies and making her legs even more enticing. Her fair skin, outlined by the white stockings and leather restraints, displayed an indescribable, seductive charm. "Mmmph... ahh?! Mmmph..." Shirin crawled on the ground like a little bitch, the leather straps digging into her tender skin, causing it to bulge. The gag in her mouth forced out choked sounds, her body trembling slightly as shame-laden saliva dripped onto her chin. She felt her body controlled, like a fragile bird, utterly incapable of struggling. Her body could only tremble helplessly, her eyes revealing intense shame and humiliation. "What a deliciously decadent scene... keeping you as my pet was indeed the right decision!" On a nearby bench, Vera, clad in a grey backless gown, reclined seductively, a playful smirk on her face as she admired the debased Princess Shirin. Her long, shapely legs were tightly wrapped in ultra-thin, transparent black stockings, as alluring as black ribbons, showcasing a captivating line. Her sexy legs were crossed, her delicate feet idly swinging her high heels in the air, as if teasing the onlookers' gaze. "Shirin, you know, you've grown to look almost exactly like Ailuru did when she was little," Vera said, looking at Shirin, who was submissively enduring her humiliation. "I imagine it won't be long before you blossom into a great beauty like your mother. Then, when I sell you, the price will likely multiply several times over." Shirin felt the constant lash of the whip in Vera's hand. She was forced onto all fours, continuing to crawl laboriously around the fountain, the physical pain and humiliation intermingling. The gag in her mouth allowed saliva to continuously drip, slowly falling onto the ground, defiling the originally clear water. Each movement sent tremors through her body, and each strike of the whip elicited involuntary groans of pain. Her skin was covered in tiny red marks, evoking a pang of sympathy.

The slave hunter's hands were pulled back by ropes, forming a streamlined posture with her body. Her arms were slightly lifted, allowing her breasts to naturally [X_X], highlighting her ample bust. The ropes outlined the lines of her slender arms, tightly securing her wrists and upper arms together. This restrained pose made her appear more delicate and alluring. The ropes extended down from the slave hunter's arms, wrapping around her waist, hips, and thighs. Each rope clung to her skin, binding her body tightly, leaving no escape. The ropes continued downwards, encompassing the slave hunter's thighs and calves in the restraint. Her legs were bound together, unable to separate, restricting her movements and steps. The slave hunter's restraint did not end there; a tight gag was placed in her mouth, completely limiting her ability to speak and express herself. The gag was uniquely and cruelly designed, with a metal ring around her lips, forcing her small mouth wide open. At this moment, a woman in a stunning short suit dress was ecstatically thrusting an indescribable rod-like object through the opening of the gag into the slave hunter's mouth, the flames of desire burning in her mouth. "Mmmph mmmph! Mmmph gurgle!!! Mmmph!!" The slave hunter was in immense discomfort from the rod-like object being shoved into her. An indescribable expression of pain appeared on her face. Her body writhed, attempting to escape the agony, but the restraining ropes prevented her from moving freely. Each [X_X] caused her body to tremble violently, accompanied by the sound of ropes rubbing and her labored moans. The woman said charmingly, "Hey, this gag is coated with your most expensive aphrodisiac. I can barely bear to use such a good thing on Tessa, and now I'm using it on you. What are you struggling for? Swallow it with gratitude!" Looking at the slave hunter writhing in agony on the ground, the woman stretched comfortably, "Hoo... This should be the last one. To claim the bounty all to myself, it took a lot of time just to deal with these hunters from Slave Binding City..." Beside the woman, her companion said somewhat uneasily, "Anna... I still think this is not right. They are all slave hunters, our colleagues in a way, and Slave Binding City is not to be trifled with..." "So what if they're colleagues? There's no rule in our line of work that says we can't go after our own," Anna waved dismissively. "Besides, think about it, such a large bounty, if we could claim it all, it would be enough for us to open our own rope art club! In that case, why should we give such an opportunity to others? We must first deal with all these potential..."

"Mmph! Mmph!" Sivir struggled with her last ounce of strength, wriggling on the ground, trying to escape the woman's grasp. But how could she possibly escape after just experiencing such an intense climax and squirting? "Only now do you think to resist? How adorable~~" The woman plopped down onto Sivir's delicate body, pinning her and preventing her from moving. She picked up the prepared ropes, first tightly binding Sivir's thighs clad in black stockings together, then looping the rope around Sivir's knees four or five times, cinching it tight with a knot in the middle. As the rope tightened, Sivir began to feel an intense sense of restriction. Next, the woman took another rope and tightly bound Sivir's upper thighs, tying her beautiful legs together. Sivir felt her body firmly restrained, unable to move freely. Her heart pounded, her breathing grew rapid, and waves of intense desire washed over her, making her lose control. Her thighs, bound tightly together, with limited space for her feet to move, stirred a tempest deep within her soul. Under the woman's binding and restraint, Sivir's beautiful legs were fused into one, like a mermaid's tail. There was not a sliver of space between her thighs, as if a slight exertion would reveal the friction between the stockings and the desires deep within her heart, an infinite temptation. The woman slowly lifted Sivir's skirt, revealing her smooth thighs, and then upwards to her private parts. She took out a small vibrator and gently inserted it into Sivir's secret garden. Sivir felt a tingling sensation spread from her private parts, her body trembling involuntarily. The vibrator began to hum, and a wondrous feeling spread from Sivir's private parts, like an electric current coursing through her entire body, forcing her to bite her lip tightly, trying to suppress her moans. Stimulated by the vibrator, Sivir's body began to tremble uncontrollably, her breathing growing ragged. Sivir felt the vibrator constantly vibrating within her private parts. Her body began to tremble slightly, a warm current surged through her, and her cheeks flushed. She struggled instinctively, but the ropes held her fast, only causing her body to tense further. The vibrator's pulsations grew more frequent, and Sivir began to feel waves of pleasure. Her legs started to tremble, and an uncontrollable urge surged within her. Her legs began to tremble slightly, her moans growing louder. She twisted her body incessantly, trying to make the vibrator stop, but to no avail. She felt as if she had lost all control, as if she were flying with the vibrator, completely losing herself. If the woman hadn't been supporting her, Sivir's legs would have been too weak to stand. "Put on the trench coat, cover the ropes, put on the mask, hide the gag... Good, done!" The woman pulled Sivir up from the ground, pulling out a loose trench coat to conceal Sivir's incredibly alluring, bound body. Then, she looked at Sivir with satisfaction and said with a smile, "This way, no one will be able to tell you're bound from head to toe." Then, the woman put one arm around Sivir's slender waist and helped her out of the car. "Alright, let's get out of the car, time to go home!" Sivir's mood was even worse than it had been on the train. She felt a wave of weakness and fear wash over her, as if her entire being had been hollowed out. She looked around, hoping someone would notice something was wrong and rescue her from this ordeal. However, everything around her was unfamiliar and terrifying. Sivir's gaze fell upon the buildings and pedestrians by the roadside. They walked and talked as usual, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened here, which made her feel even more alone and helpless. She wanted to call for help, but her mouth was stuffed with a gag, and it was almost impossible to make any sound through the thick mask. Sivir both wished for someone to save her and feared being seen in such a shameful state. She was trapped in a dilemma, feeling immense pain and unease. The woman whispered provocatively in Sivir's ear, "Heh heh, don't worry. My house is huge, and I have all sorts of training equipment. You'll definitely like it there!" At that moment, a woman was looking curiously at the retreating figures of the two. It was Chief of Staff Christina. She looked at Sivir's retreating back from a distance and felt a flicker of surprise. "Hmm? Is that Miss Sivir? But who is the person next to her?"

The woman gazed at Sivir's alluring form, a wicked smile gracing her lips. She took a deep breath, her fingers gently caressing Sivir's breasts, eliciting continuous gasps from her. Sivir felt the woman's fingers roam freely over her chest, her delicate body trembling, letting out heart-stirring moans. The woman chuckled triumphantly, moving her fingers from Sivir's breasts to her legs, her touch tracing along her sensitive thighs, plunging her into endless pleasure. Sivir instinctively tried to kick the weak woman away, but the next moment, her right foot, clad in a black stocking, was caught. The woman bent Sivir's stocking-clad right leg, folding it forcefully, then picked up a thin rope and expertly tied it tightly together. Sivir's entire right leg, encased in black stocking, was now restricted, unable to move freely. The rope bit into her flesh, causing a stinging sensation that made her involuntarily clench her teeth. "Mmmph! Mmmph!" The woman tied the rope to a knot behind Sivir, then draped the other end over the ceiling, letting it hang down from the other side. With a strong pull, Sivir felt herself being lifted off the ground and suspended. "Ahhh!" Sivir was thus suspended from the ceiling, her right leg forcibly folded and bound, bent high. The thin rope tightly wrapped around her tender thigh flesh, constricting her blood circulation and causing a stinging pain. Her other high-heeled leg struggled to maintain balance on tiptoe, trembling incessantly, as if it could lose support and fall at any moment. Sivir tried to twist her body, to escape the rope's restraints, but the ropes were wrapped too tightly around her, rendering any effective resistance impossible. The binding on her right leg sent waves of numbness and pain, but also a strange pleasure, leaving her feeling incredibly conflicted and lost. She endured the pain, trying her best to maintain balance. She felt her leg muscles quivering, as if they could give out at any moment. "Aaaah! Mmmph!" The woman seemed to notice the changes in Sivir, a smug smile spreading across her face, her lips curling upwards. "How is it, my little kitten? Feeling quite comfortable? But let me be clear, what's coming next is punishment, so don't expect me to be as gentle as I was on the subway." The woman crossed her arms, her expression stern as she lectured Sivir, who was panting uncontrollably, "A pet needs both a firm hand and a gentle touch to learn obedience, and it's the same for humans. One can never become a perfect slave by only receiving pleasure from their master without experiencing some pain."

As Sivir passed a corner alley, a pair of slender, jade-like hands swiftly yanked her into the narrow passage. Immediately, her mouth was covered, silencing any cry for help. Panicked, Sivir instinctively struggled, but the owner of the hands seemed to know her body's sensitive spots intimately. A firm pinch at her waist sent a jolt of electric, pleasurable numbness surging through Sivir's entire body. Sivir turned to face her attacker, only to find Charlotte, who had left not long ago. She was terrified. Hadn't Charlotte said she'd let her go and stop bothering her? How could this be?! Charlotte looked at Sivir's panicked, confused face and couldn't help but sneer, "Idiot, you submissive little thing, did you really think I'd just let you go that easily?" Charlotte produced a ball gag and forcefully pried Sivir's mouth open, pushing the gag in until it was securely lodged between her teeth, making it impossible to spit out easily. "Mmph! N-no! Mmph mmph! Mmph mmph uhh!" With the gag in place, Sivir's lips sealed tightly, rendering her unable to form coherent words. Shameful saliva uncontrollably dripped from the gaps between the gag and her lips, making her look incredibly slutty and alluring. Charlotte's gaze then sharpened, and without hesitation, she pushed Sivir down onto the ground. Sivir felt an immense pressure, lying powerlessly on the floor, completely subdued by Charlotte's strength. Charlotte crossed ropes behind Sivir's back, settling them precisely on her graceful, jade-like neck. The ends of the ropes lay flat, then descended forward, looping under Sivir's armpits before returning, like a ribbon tracing an enticing curve. The ropes then wound four even circles around Sivir's upper arms, their touch leaving subtle marks on her skin. Next, Charlotte extended the ropes down her arms, winding another four even circles around her forearms until they reached her wrists, the two ropes cleverly merging into one. She pulled Sivir's hands up behind her, wrists crossed, the ropes forming a clever knot at her wrists, a crisscrossing tie. The remaining rope passed up over Sivir's nape, and Charlotte gently pulled, the tension of the ropes transmitting through Sivir's entire body. Simultaneously, Charlotte's other hand slowly lifted Sivir's hands higher and higher, until her wrists were almost touching the rope at the back of her neck. "Mmph uhh?!" Sivir felt the ropes tighten around her body, like a merciless serpent of restraint, bringing her pain and restriction. Each rope was tightly bound against her skin, stimulating her nerve endings, causing a stinging sensation. She struggled desperately, but the ropes only tightened, leaving her trapped and unable to escape. "Running around with Evelyn, got your brain all scrambled, forgot what kind of trash you are?" Charlotte leaned down beside Sivir's beautiful legs and used a rope to forcibly spread them apart, exposing Sivir's crotch completely under Charlotte's control. Charlotte skillfully folded Sivir's thighs and calves together, pressing them tightly against each other. The rope began at Sivir's upper thighs, wrapping around her gracefully curved lines, then crossing over to coil around her calves, loop after loop, until they were firmly secured together. "No, no mmph uhh?! No! Mmph mmph! Mmph mmph ee-yah!..." Sivir struggled in resistance, but her struggles appeared so weak and enticing in Charlotte's eyes. The ropes gradually wrapped around Sivir's legs, the knots tight and secure. Sivir felt the ropes pressing close against her skin, like invisible hands gently caressing her legs. She couldn't move freely, only feeling the restriction and bondage of the ropes. Under the curse, Sivir's delicate body began to tremble and convulse. The mere pleasure generated by the ropes' binding had already rendered her weak and lost her senses. Her breathing grew rapid, excited gasps escaping her lips, silently speaking of her inner desires and cravings.

She returned to her chambers and lay down on the bed, soon falling into a deep sleep. "Mmmph... uh..." When Youming opened her eyes again, the ancient, elegant decor of her chambers had vanished, replaced by the style of a wine cellar basement. Before she could even get a clear look at her surroundings, she found her mouth sealed shut, unable to open. Youming felt a strange sensation in her body and couldn't help but look down. To her astonishment, her delicate form was crisscrossed with a dense network of ropes, binding every inch of her skin tightly and powerfully. The ropes began at her shoulders, winding down to gently outline her graceful collarbones and alluring shoulder line. The texture of the thin cords was clearly visible, like soft yet resilient serpent scales, weaving a unique pattern across her body. The ropes diverged at her chest, one looping around her left breast, the other passing beneath her right, forming an exquisite knot. The thin cords coiled around her breasts, creating a rope pattern that accentuated their full allure. Each rope snugly cinched her breasts, making them appear firmer and more enticing. The ropes continued downward, firmly securing her waist and accentuating her figure with captivating charm. The cords intertwined at her waist, forming a beautiful knot. Around her hips, a complex and intricate net of ropes was woven, fine cords interlacing with each other. Each rope gripped her full buttocks, highlighting her voluptuousness and seductive curves. The ropes tightly bound Youming's slender, beautiful legs at the ankles. From there, they wound upwards in a crisscrossing pattern, climbing along her long calves, the fine weave encasing them securely. Each cord threaded between her smooth skin, outlining alluring patterns. The ropes continued to ascend, wrapping around her thighs, the thin cords tightly coiling around her full thighs, creating delicate rope textures. The ropes formed tight knots in the middle and at the base of her thighs, binding her legs together immovably. "Mmmph-uh-ah?!", Youming cried out in panic. She had no idea what had happened. Wasn't she resting in her own chambers just moments ago? How had she been brought here and bound like this?! At that moment, Youming suddenly remembered Miss Minghai's warning to be careful. Could she have been kidnapped?! Youming struggled with all her might, trying to break free from the ropes binding her. Her limbs writhed, desperately attempting to escape the shackles. The ropes held her legs, ankles, and knees firmly, making her struggles incredibly difficult. She twisted her legs forcefully, trying to loosen the restraints. However, no matter how hard she tried, the ropes held her fast like iron chains, offering no slack. "Mmmph-uh-ah... Mmmph-mmph..." (Ah... it's so tight... I can barely move... I can't break free... No... I can't waste my energy struggling like this... Calm down, Youming, calm down first.) After a long rest, Youming finally adapted to the despair-inducing restraints on her body. She felt something made of silk stuffed into her mouth. It had absorbed moisture and swollen until it filled her entire mouth, while the tape on the outside perfectly prevented her from spitting it out. Perhaps she could find a way to rub off the tape on her mouth. Youming thought to herself and immediately put her plan into action. Youming pressed her pretty face against the corner of a table, trying to rub off the tape stuck to her mouth. Her cheeks scraped against the table corner, causing a slight stinging sensation, but clearly, this was not the time to worry about such things. With persistent effort, the tape finally began to loosen. Youming felt a surge of joy. She continued to rub forcefully and finally succeeded in removing the tape from her mouth. She quickly spat out the silk fabric filling her mouth. The soft material fell between her lips, and a rush of relieved breath surged into her throat, bringing a sense of coolness and liberation. "Hoo... hoo... hoo. I can finally speak... They actually stuffed such a big wad of silk stockings into my mouth... How awful...", Youming gasped for fresh air. Fortunately, this wasn't the first time Youming had been bound. Based on her previous experience being tied up by Eve, Youming wasn't as helpless. She struggled to stand up, wanting to search the room for anything that could help her break free from her restraints.

She picked up the tea beside her, about to take a sip, but was shocked to find a delicate, intricately carved red gag ball placed in her teacup. For a moment, Hongye Shuying felt a surge of shame and annoyance. "A gag ball? What was the imperial kitchen doing, leaving something like this in my tea... Sigh, I'll have to have a good talk with the head of the imperial kitchen when I have the time..." As she was feeling flustered, the gag ball in the teacup suddenly shot out with a "whoosh," landing precisely between Hongye Shuying's red lips. This sudden change made her pupils contract, her body instantly stiffening. The red of the gag ball contrasted sharply with her own red lips, creating a powerful visual. It clamped firmly onto her lips, preventing her from speaking or making any sound. "Mmmph mmph?! Mmmph mmmph!!!" (What's going on? This gag ball moved on its own?! Is there some kind of magic attached to it?!) Hongye Shuying frantically reached behind her head, trying to find the buckle of the straps on either side of the gag ball to remove this humiliating object. To her even greater terror, she couldn't feel the buckles on the straps at all. The entire gag ball and its straps seemed to be a single, seamless piece, locking her mouth shut and sealing it tightly. Suddenly, a massive, fuchsia-colored magic circle appeared on Hongye Shuying's black-stockinged, high-heeled legs, as if emerging from some forbidden realm. The patterns and textures of the magic circle were twisted and intricate, its shape filled with irregular geometric lines. Fuchsia runes glowed brilliantly within the circle, emitting a mysterious light that reflected off Hongye Shuying's black stockings, lending her legs an unusual allure. "Swish, swish, swish!!" Before Hongye Shuying could comprehend what was happening, strange, sinuous ropes suddenly burst forth from the fuchsia magic circle beneath her feet. These ropes exuded an evil sheen, like tentacles rising from the abyss, precisely targeting her delicate body. Like spectral pythons, these ropes swiftly and nimbly wrapped around her limbs, forming a tightly bound net. Hongye Shuying watched in terror as the strange ropes entwined her wrists. With a tug, her hands were mercilessly pulled behind her back and bound together. The ropes continued to coil up her wrists, forming tight, figure-eight knots around her elbows and entire arms. These ropes, as if alive, bound her upper body so tightly she couldn't move. The ropes chafed against her skin, causing a stinging sensation. She could feel the force of the ropes, an invisible power dictating these tangled restraints. Her hands were completely unable to break free, trapped within the taut ropes. As the ropes tightened, Hongye Shuying's arms were forced into an unbearable position. Not only that, but the ropes continued to creep from behind Hongye Shuying towards her towering, soft breasts. The ropes, one above and one below, tightly constricted the base of her full [X_X], forming dense, overlapping layers. The intense pressure from these ropes forced Hongye Shuying to arch her prominent breasts forward. "Mmmph mmmph eh eh eh ah?! Nn nn!??", Hongye Shuying's delicate body, firmly bound by the ropes, was rendered unable to struggle. Each rope was like a snake, coiling around her skin, leaving deep marks. Red welts appeared on her smooth skin with each twist of the ropes, her body forced into a seductive, arched posture. The ropes tightened further, and Hongye Shuying's eyes filled with helplessness and fear. A mysterious power flowed through them, trapping her within this bizarre magic circle, awaiting an unknown fate.