The Tightly Bound Ambitions of the Orc Wizard

"Ugh! Cough, cough, cough!!" The women pulled Qin out of the wooden box. After helping her to stand, they removed her gag. Qin took a few breaths and was about to say something when her mouth was immediately grabbed and water was poured in. While it relieved her thirst, it almost made her unable to breathe. Next, the women untied her. Once the ropes were completely removed, Qin finally relaxed for a moment. Her body, for the first time in a long time, felt no pleasure. The Orc King had controlled her, so she wanted to take this chance to think about what to do next. However, the other women gave her no opportunity. Two of them grabbed her, and another immediately fastened a chained collar around her neck. Qin had always felt she had a chance to escape, but after being fitted with this slave collar, her heart sank completely. Then, the other two women stretched her arms straight out behind her back and tied her wrists together with a thin rope. Another woman brought a leather sheath, put both her hands inside, tightened it at the elbows, and then secured it with straps at the wrists. Finally, she threaded straps from the opening through her armpits, over her shoulders, and connected them at the nape of her neck. This way, Qin's hands were fixed behind her back, unable to be separated. The woman brought another item, which looked like a small box connected by a wire to a ball. The woman inserted the ball into Qin's nether regions and then applied a seal to prevent it from falling out. She then strapped the small box to her thigh. Finally, she put a ball gag in Qin's mouth, and then led her away by the leash. Although Qin's lustful markings were temporarily inactive, the constant vibration of the vibrator in her nether regions made her sensitive body stir once more. Qin bit down on the ball gag, clenched her legs together, and walked slowly. Then, she saw the Orcs' breeding chambers. The women were restrained on iron racks, legs spread, giving birth to Orc children like livestock, and then becoming pregnant again to await delivery. The sight sent a shiver down her spine. Going up to the next level, she saw the Elf ranch. The Elves were like dairy cows, bent over on racks, their hands restrained behind their backs, eyes blindfolded and mouths gagged. Vines were inserted into their nether regions, pumping sap into their bodies. They bit down on the two vines at their chests, constantly extracting breast milk, which was then sent out in buckets to supply the Orcs.

"Mmmph..." "What is it? Want to say something?" Ryan untied her gag, and Karen immediately said to Ryan, "Master... Karen wants... real... pleasure... not a fake substitute..." "Roar... I heard dragon lust is as powerful as their strength, I didn't expect it to be true." Ryan pushed her down, lifted one of her legs, untied the strap, and aimed his head at the gap below: "Alright, for the past few days, I'll satisfy you." "Thank you... Master... Ahhhhh!!" Before she could finish, Ryan thrust into her. He didn't know how great her lust could be, but he didn't believe he couldn't satisfy even a beastman's stamina. Moans echoed through the forest. Karen was enjoying the feeling of pleasure. They fought for an unknown amount of time. After the last climax, Karen's abdomen glowed again, and the patterns on her clothes were successfully etched onto her body. Ryan knew he had succeeded. After obtaining Karen's abilities, Ryan changed her mask, but the muzzle could pop open on its own. This was specially designed so Karen could breathe fire. When she needed to breathe fire, the muzzle would pop open. Then, he contentedly mounted her. "Let's go, let's go home first." "Moo!" As Ryan nudged her, Karen galloped towards home as if the strap could no longer restrain her.

The original Elven Forest left behind a group of orcs and elves to produce warriors and serve as a frontline stronghold, the rest of the elves were naturally brought back by the army, waiting for nothing but endless aggression and pregnancy_production. Kukuru, Ulysses and Cecil rode in the front of the horse, their big arms were tightly tied by ropes, their small arms were also folded parallel to each other and tied together, and then tied to the back of the saddle to fix it, their necks were with iron collars, and the ropes on top of them were fixed to the front of the saddle, plus their legs were tied to the sides of the saddle to let them sit on the saddle securely. Their mouths were holding the stick-shaped yoke, and they were whimpering from time to time, their faces were flushed red and their eyes were confused, besides the secret sap, the intertwined vines installed on the saddle were mercilessly inserted underneath them, and with the swaying of the horse and the shaking of their bodies, the vines were banging around underneath them to make them get continuous pleasure, and a large amount of love_liquid was flowing down along with the saddle. Behind, the orc magic guide king sat on the throne and was carried by the people, two orcs behind him were holding up a cross frame, on top of it was Aifa, her clothes were stripped off just like the others, revealing her delicate ketone body, her arms were spread out and tied to both sides of the cross frame, her legs were tied underneath her, and there was a stick shackle hanging from her mouth, although there was no insertion of anything into her lower body. Although she didn't have anything inserted into her lower face, she could only endure it without any object to vent on the way, the love_liquid flowed down her legs and onto her face, while the orcs below licked the love_liquid from her feet with their tongues. After entering the city, the party was divided into two parts, one part was brought into the elf ranch, which was established in order to be able to produce holy milk with great power, the elves who were brought here could be less violated and would not produce warriors, but would be milked all the time to supply the orcs with their own breastmilk, here the elves had their legs secured apart and their hands tied and hung up, and their waists were secured by the racks just like the cows, and then their eyes were also secured. The elves were then blindfolded and their mouths were held in the yoke, and the vines would be inserted into their lower bodies, and their nipples would be held, and the sap would be used to induce lactation inside and outside of their bodies, and then the beasts would manually extract their milk from the barrels, and this was their fate afterward. Cecil, Kukuru and Ulysses were all immobilized with the other elves on the wooden yoke bending over and spreading their legs, only Cecil was still trying to shake his body to try to struggle, but it didn't help, but rather it aroused the orcs' libido even more, but they didn't do anything because the orc magical king _hadn't allowed it yet. He was sitting on a throne on a high platform, with Aifa sitting on top of him, her hands bound behind her back, her _legs_ wide open, her big and small _legs_ tied together, and then the rope on her knees wrapped around the Orc Wizard's shoulders from the other end and tied to her knees on the other end so that she couldn't close her legs, and she had a muzzle yoke in her mouth, and she was still hanging on to him, like the princesses before her. Looking at the orc king's giant_root, although she had already been abused a hundred times before, but seeing this giant_root again, Effa was also scared to the point that she shook her head frantically, and her petite_body couldn't stop trembling, but the orc king didn't let up and inserted that giant_root into her body.

"Alright," the captain left, and Ryan walked in, leading Almelia. Inside was a peculiar female prisoner cart. The rack above was a wooden yoke to fix the head, and below were iron shackles to bind the ankles and force the legs apart. In the middle were three iron rings, the left and right ones for fixing the thighs. The smaller one in the middle had a rod passed through it, with a bumpy vibrator at the tip. "Interesting," Ryan looked at Almelia and helped her remove the gag. "I really want to see what you look like up there right away." "You scoundrel." He then untied Almelia from all restraints. Almelia rubbed her arms and said, "I was restrained by this for so long, I feel a bit unaccustomed now that it's off." "Can't be helped, who uses that thing to bind prisoners?" Ryan put away the restraints and picked up a few coils of rope from the table. "I'll switch you back later, for now, let's try something else." "Okay," Almelia voluntarily put her hands behind her back. "Don't forget to give me a reward. Otherwise, I'll be sad." "Of course," Ryan grabbed her wrist. "I won't disappoint you." Crossing her wrists, Ryan tied them in a cross behind her back with the rope, forming a 'W' shape with her arms. He then wound the rope around her arms, tightly binding her several times below and above her breasts, tying her arms to her body while pushing her already full breasts to bulge out. Even the cloth covering her chest was stretched taut. After binding, he wrapped it from under her armpits to her shoulders, tied it into a single strand at the back of her neck, and then secured it to her wrists, hoisting her arms high. "Is this how prisoners are tied?" Almelia moved her body and said, "It doesn't seem like much." "Normal, what kind of elaborate ties were you expecting for a prisoner?" Ryan then took out a small knife and cut the cloth covering her breasts from the cleavage. Her large breasts, long bound, sprang out. He then pulled off the cloth around her waist, revealing her lower body. "Prisoners paraded through the streets are not allowed to wear clothes," Ryan explained. "This is to make them feel fully shamed, but I don't think you'll have a problem with it." "Indeed, this much is nothing to me," Almelia teased. "I wonder if my husband would have any other thoughts?" "Of course," Ryan embraced Almelia and pushed her onto the table. "See that? It'll be inserted into you later, so I'm helping you get used to it beforehand." "Hmph, then come..." Before Almelia could finish, Ryan stuffed a wad of cloth into her mouth. "This is to prevent them from biting their tongues to commit suicide during the parade. A very fitting accessory for you." "Mmmph..." After the cloth was also tightened around her mouth, Almelia let out muffled sounds. This was mainly because Ryan was afraid that someone outside might hear her cries later. "Roar... It seems you can't wait," Ryan touched Almelia's lower body, which was already wet and slick. She also provocatively met his gaze. Ryan didn't hesitate and thrust inside, rubbing his cheeks against the pair of his personal masterpieces on her chest. After a bout of passion, Ryan cheerfully pulled up his pants, while Almelia lay on the table, looking satisfied. After cleaning her lower body, he put a collar on her. Although it looked like a magic-sealing collar, it was actually just an ordinary one, prepared for what was to come. "Ready, we're going up," Ryan picked up Almelia and walked onto the prisoner cart. After placing her on it, he first shackled one foot, then helped her lift the other leg, aiming the vibrator at her lower opening and letting it down. "Mmm..." The vibrator was inserted into her lower body. Ryan then shackled her other foot and secured her thighs. Finally, he fastened the wooden yoke around her neck. This completed Almelia's restraints, and all that was left was to wait for morning. Almelia moved her body. The ropes binding her were tight, and the yokes on her legs and neck were firmly secured. She couldn't break free from the vibrator inserted in her lower body at all. Fortunately, Almelia had been through so much with Ryan that this stationary object wouldn't be too difficult for her. Ryan looked at her, smiled knowingly, and then lay down where they had just been intimate. "Take your time, I'm going to sleep for a bit..."

Not long after the auction ended, as Hanson had predicted, war broke out on the southern border between Avalon and Britannia. It was said they took advantage of Avalon's current turmoil to reclaim lost territories. Despite their resolve, a significant gap in hard power existed between the two nations. This was most evident in the recent influx of red-haired women into the slave markets. Captured from the battlefield, they were sent to the markets, a fate worse than being a prisoner of war. "The women of Britannia, not only is their red hair striking, but though they appear robust, their bodies are surprisingly soft. Even without touching their breasts, their skin feels wonderful. They are truly born to be exquisite women." In his mansion, Hanson sat on the sofa, gesturing animatedly with the hand that had touched countless Britannian captives in recent days, speaking to Ryan opposite him. In his other hand, he held a leash attached to a collar around the neck of Artoria. The once majestic queen was now completely naked, a gag in her mouth, and adorned with black dog-ear-like hair accessories. Her arms and thighs were bent and bound tightly with leather straps. Metal bases were attached to her knees and elbows, and her hands were also wrapped, forcing her to crawl on her knees and elbows. A leather T-strap harness was fitted around her lower body, with a dog tail toy inserted and secured in her anus, truly making her resemble a pet dog. By some unknown method, Hanson had managed to extinguish the anger and pride in Artoria's eyes, leaving only fear, tears streaming down her face. "I know all that. You can see Britannian women everywhere in the slave market," Ryan replied truthfully. Passing by the slave market revealed such a sight: rows of rectangular wooden frames lay on the ground, and within them were red-haired women. Their arms were locked into the frames, their exposed thighs and arms supporting their bodies parallel to the ground. A rod was inserted into their nether regions to secure them, and a gag was placed in their mouths. Like a series of paintings, they were auctioned in the slave market. Once a buyer was confirmed, they would be drugged, lowered, bound according to the buyer's specifications, and then taken away.