The right way for an elf princess to save her country

The box opened, and the first thing that met the eye was a full set of clothes, no, to be precise, it was more like a full set of lingerie, or rather, no lingerie at all – a black, head-to-toe, one-piece stocking, a tight, sleeveless, gold-patterned red leotard reminiscent of a school swimsuit, with no bra or panties, a truly malicious design. Beneath this set of fetish wear lay several bundles of bright gold rope, a thick, long horse-bit gag, a shiny silver collar, a pitch-black blindfold, two rubber rods covered in coarse granules, a small booklet, something like a small wooden stake, and a black Teletubby-like toy with a black cane. The clothes were understandable, presumably to be worn. The ropes were also understandable; binding a captive's hands and feet was normal. As for the collar, it was likely for the captive as well. But those three items… they sent a shiver down her spine. And what were that little wooden stake and the Teletubby toy? Was she afraid I'd be bored on the journey? That booklet… Lena curiously picked up the booklet and flipped through a couple of pages. Her face immediately flushed a deep red, like an overripe persimmon falling from a tree, and a wave of heat seemed to rise from her head. She hastily threw the booklet back into the box, unable to speak clearly, "This, this?!?!" "Oh my, sister, your face is red?" Astera deliberately picked up the booklet, held it face down, and poked Lena's waist with its edge, giggling, "This is merely the specific procedure for dealing with captives. Sister can't even accept this? What a pure virgin you are~~" The booklet was赫然 printed with large illustrations of completely nude elf females, page after page showing ropes binding them, until the last page where the previously standing elf was bound into a tangled mess by ropes. "You! You're not?!?" Lena was furious and embarrassed, quickly turning her head, but for some reason, her eyes involuntarily flickered sideways… "Of course I am, but I've been with demons for too long and my mouth is full of dirty jokes~~ Speaking of which, does sister have a partner yet?" Astera put away the booklet and raised it, "Every clan member must be strictly restrained with ropes and props as required by this booklet. If sister hasn't been satisfied by a partner, it will be a great torment. You'll understand the meaning of a partner then." "You little brat!" Lena was both angry and amused, giving Astera a hard smack on the head, "What nonsense are you talking about?!" "Well, I know that although sister can dodge freely in jeep training, she's completely clueless in that regard. If things really get heated with the Demon King, it'll all be over. I have to make things clear to you..." Astera mumbled, holding her head and steadying her knocked-askew ahoge. "Do you think I'm someone with such weak resolve?" "Aren't you... Ouch!"

"Hmph, just you wait, sister! You'll be crying later! When you beg for mercy, I won't untie you!" Astra stuck out her tongue. She pulled the rope down, tying it to the previous loop around the back to secure Rena's arms so she couldn't lower them. Then, she began to bind her arms, which were pressed against her back in a W shape. Two ropes started with her forearms, each wrapping around one forearm. After a loop, they were tied and crossed over to the other forearm, tying again, forming a pair of echoing figure-eights that extended from below the wrists all the way to the elbows. The dense knots bound Rena's arms together like bamboo slips, making it impossible to move her hands by pulling apart such tightly packed ropes. Because some elven magic spells involving bows and crossbows could be cast instantly from the forearms or wrists, the second part of the binding had to ensure the elf had absolutely no room to extend her forearms. After binding the forearms, Astra spread the two ropes to the sides, wrapping them around her upper and lower arms in the same single figure-eight style, from the elbows to the middle of her upper arms, firmly binding Rena's left and right arms together. She then threaded the ropes sequentially through the gaps in the folded arms, tightening and tying each figure-eight knot before moving down, chaining all the horizontal knots together and constricting them. This compressed the already tight figure-eights, digging three inches into Rena's arm flesh, leaving her arms constricted like a string of candied hawthorns, with prominent bulges. Afterward, the ropes that had bound her forearms and upper arms were used to wrap around the outside of her joined arms, tightening them with over a dozen loops. Once tied off, her upper arms were pulled tightly against her back, forcing her to straighten her back. After binding her arms, Astra pulled the rope from her elbows, looping it left and right through the gap between her arms and back, around her ribs to the front. First, she reinforced the rope, further tightening it below her breasts, then wrapped it back to her rear and secured it at the elbow knots. After several loops around her torso, her elbows were pressed tightly against her back, rendering them immobile. The rope then ran straight up her forearms, extending left and right from the wrist knots to the front, tightening above her breasts. It then returned, wrapping around her shoulder blades before being secured at the wrist knots. The ropes binding her upper body step by step forced Rena to straighten her back even more, her chin lifted high. Bound in such an uncomfortable position, her brow furrowed slightly, showing her displeasure.

"Ugh... Haaah..." Lena hadn't quite recovered from the lingering aftershocks of the previous pleasure. Her eyes drooped, her head hung low, her body naturally relaxed, occasionally trembling with thick gasps, offering no resistance to Astera's movements. "Next is this." Astera embraced Lena's waist and pulled her back slightly, causing her body to lean forward and her legs to hang more naturally. This not only allowed the tip of the wooden horse to rub against more tender flesh but also positioned the long, erect shaft directly against her lower abdomen. She then unclasped a series of iron rings on either side of the wooden horse, straightening Lena's legs so her thighs were in a straight line with her body. She then proceeded to shackle Lena's upper thighs, just above and below her knees, and her ankles, firmly securing them to the flat surfaces on either side of the wooden horse. "I'm not sure what this wooden horse is made of, but it's likely imbued with many restrictive magic and sensory-dampening curses. However, sister, you shouldn't be too affected. And these high heels..." Astera hooked her fingers into the shoes, making them sway, a hint of regret on her face. "I was really looking forward to seeing your expression when you wore these, but the size difference is too great, there's nothing to be done." "Mmm..." Lena's legs, clamped against the wooden horse, trembled slightly, as if she were trying to exert force. But with her legs fixed in this position, even her strongest efforts would yield little. "Then, the final step, and we'll be ready to go. Heh heh, sister, can you withstand this blow???" Astera's face contorted into an evil smile. One hand circled and caressed Lena's engorged, erect nipples, while the other stealthily opened a slot at the front of the wooden horse, pulling out two small, round clamps attached to steel wires. Astera picked up one in each hand and, with lightning speed, clamped them fiercely onto Lena's nipples! The silver clamps, etched with patterns, immediately bit deeply into the nipples through the thin layer of black silk!

"What is it, Sister? Are you going to report me to Father for harboring a Demon Lord?" Astra chuckled, making no attempt to hide anything from Lena as she continued to manipulate the crystal ball, sifting through the memories of Antra, the Demon Lord of Lust. Ahead, the female demon lord Antra was securely bound within a hollowed-out tree root. She wore a black, one-piece bodysuit with a crotchless design and a choker, her limbs tightly encased. Her tail was pulled out through the opening at her buttocks. Her arms were bound straight together behind her back with thin, black cords. Her fingers were cocooned and clenched into her palms by extremely fine black threads, and her forearms were further secured by a pair of elbow-length, single-piece restraint gauntlets. Straps on these gauntlets cinched them tightly from top to bottom, fixing them immovably behind her back, rendering her arms as immobile as tree trunks. Her breasts were also cinched at their roots by thin cords, swelling like water balloons. Her legs were bound and entangled at five points—the upper thighs, mid-thighs, above and below the knees, and at the ankles—making her long legs appear enticingly like segmented sausages. A gag filled her mouth, and a blindfold covered her eyes. Then, a large, semi-transparent restraint bag was pulled up from her legs to her neck. Dozens of straps along this bag tightened Antra into a shapely human log. In addition to this, three black hoses were inserted into Antra's three orifices, two black suction cups adhered to her breasts, and a gag with a tentacle firmly blocked her red lips. The straps of the gag wrapped around her head several times, completely obscuring everything below her nostrils. These six hoses extended upwards from the neck opening of the restraint suit, converging into a black sphere from which a thick pipe emerged, connecting to the interior of the tree root. Numerous yellowish-green sticky resinous threads extended from the inner walls of the tree root, both upwards and downwards, connecting to various points on the exterior of the restraint suit, as well as to the twin horns on Antra's forehead and the tail on her buttocks. She was stretched taut by these threads like an insect caught in a spiderweb, unable to even twitch her body. The vibrating stimulators at the ends of the three hoses thrummed and churned within Antra's body, while the two suction cups continuously swirled and extracted fluids. The tentacle within the gag writhed and extended wantonly inside her body. Unable to move, Antra could only passively receive the constant stimulation, her body slick with arousal and reaching an extreme state of ecstasy. She was continuously squeezed for fluids rich with potent demonic energy. This magically infused fluid was then reformed in a magic circle above into a unique aphrodisiac and arousal liquid, which was then recirculated back into Antra's mouth through a vacuum ball and pipe, directly injected into her body by the tentacle. She couldn't even emit a sound through the thick gag. "Mmmph!!" Antra was lost in a state of continuous, profound climax, unable to extricate herself. Crystalline, hot silver water and pale yellow urine were continuously extracted through the hoses. Her pointed horns twitched under the stimulation of the suction cups, spraying milky white fluid that was promptly siphoned away. After being drawn out, these fluids were quickly reformed into a potent aphrodisiac agent and continuously re-infused into her own body. She wanted to resist, but tentacles had already filled her esophagus and spread throughout her internal organs, enabling her body to absorb the aphrodisiac with unparalleled efficiency.