[Western Fantasy Beauty Hunt Collection] Dream Bound Pavilion (Volume 1)

"So soft and smooth~ Delia, your legs feel so wonderfully slick through your stockings~" "Cough, cough, cough... I almost forgot~ I need to attach your dog tail. Stay still for a moment~" As the most doted-upon little princess of the nobility, Rhea's small hands, even her fingers, were now more forcefully clamped and enveloped by the young lady's thighs, which were encased in snow-white stockings. Through the smooth silk, the little boy could sensitively feel the silky, elastic, and wonderfully soft touch of the skin on his hands, almost making him forget the most important prop he was supposed to attach to the little princess... After a few dry coughs, Rhea unceremoniously withdrew his hands from between her legs. He first unfastened the rope of the black collar around her neck, replacing it with a sturdier, short chain, securely tethering her to the pitch-black wall behind

Perhaps the bindings were too tight, so much so that even the exceptionally flexible Tiestia felt a slight discomfort, suspended in mid-air... A woman more ranger than druid, her slender willow-leaf eyebrows twitched slightly, her high-bridged nose quivered, and her once even breaths began to falter. A soft groan escaped her throat, her slightly pale lips parted, and her arms, bound tightly behind her back, creating countless folds in her smooth skin, began to writhe and rub unconsciously. Not to mention her clasped hands, held in a reverse 'Buddha's Hand' position. Her delicate wrists were bound together, suspended behind her head, leaving no gap between them and the iron collar around her neck; her slender fingers were secured by gleaming metal handcuffs. Her wrists were bound, and a rope secured her elbows, cinching them together while simultaneously pulling downwards. This rope then transformed into a crotch rope, threading through the deep chasm between her legs, firmly securing the druid's pair of slender yet powerful limbs, one above the other, within the hollow of her spine. Pulled taut by the rope, she was rendered utterly immobile. Just her arms, brimming with explosive power and muscle, were subjected to such terrifyingly strong restraints, as if the captor who bound this beauty greatly feared this wild druid's ability to break free. Every possible method was employed to confine her flesh under a dreadful seal... If her arms were treated thus, then the beauty's legs would naturally not be spared easily either— Beneath her form-fitting leather armor, her exquisitely rounded buttocks were made even more full and sensual by her current peculiar posture, adding a significant measure of fleshy allure. However... the tight-fitting, ultra-short shorts that should have clung to the base of her thighs and her snow-white, plump buttocks were now nowhere to be seen. Not even a pair of panties remained, leaving Tiestia's perfectly shaped, full, and snowy buttocks exposed to the air. Her long, shapely, and sensuous legs were still encased in those tight, alluring, thigh-high leather boots. With an arch to her feet that was entirely out of character, her pointed boots hovered uncontrollably in the air, while only the tips of her toes pressed down heavily on the hard ground. Ground, you say... In reality, the ground Tiestia's toes were pressing against consisted of only two small cylinders rising from the solid floor— Her sensuous calves and thighs, encased in leather boots, were crossed. Her delicate ankles were secured by a pair of rigid shackles, fastened tightly to the slender yet unyielding cylinders. Like a bird trapped in a cage, its delicate claws gripping the tiny perch, she was forced to find a precarious resting place for her small body. Her well-formed legs, forced to cross and press against each other, from her knees downwards – her knee joints, the middle of her thighs, the ends of her calves – these dangerous, beautiful legs were bound by restraints woven from steel wire rope of the same material. Every inch of movement in her joints was deeply constricted. Through the taut leather boots, one could see the unsightly wrinkles forming on the tough leather surface. Sturdy chains even bound Tiestia's knee joints, stretching them to the walls of the cell. This druid beauty, lost in slumber, her legs spread wide without a hint of shame, her already wild, fiery aura amplified to an even more untamed degree. And this fiery mare... was finally on the verge of waking.

"So, as a maid, you've always been incompetent, haven't you?" "As punishment—let me doll you up first..." His slender fingers, with a casual touch, traced the alluring outline of her lips through the silver resin tape. At this moment, to prevent any further complications, Reya, who had been taunting her incessantly, didn't just stop at verbal abuse. His restless hands slowly reached out, grasping the limp hands of the gray-eyed woman hanging by her sides, lifting them high above her head to be bound behind her back. He then secured her wrists tightly with a pair of metal handcuffs. Two years of training and brutal instruction had made Reya acutely aware of his teacher's terrifying assassin capabilities. To prevent any struggles or resistance after the drug wore off, the tape sealing the gray-eyed woman's red lips reappeared in Reya's hand. He forcefully clenched her cuffed hands into fists, then tightly wrapped them layer by layer with strong, sticky adhesive tape until her small hands became two silver balls. At this moment, with her hands cuffed tightly behind her, the position forced her strong arms to press tightly together. It was then that Reya unfurled the sturdy hemp rope in his hand. He began to re-bind her wrists, which were already restrained by handcuffs, with the rope. The rope then extended along her forced-together forearms and upper arms. Through the long sleeves of her black maid uniform, he wound the rope around her arms, digging into her flesh, and then hoisted her hands, bound together, to a position level with her shoulders. He then tightened the knot firmly, securing her arms immovably behind her back, preventing any violent struggles. "These deadly weapons of yours, I don't want to risk you breaking my neck while I play with your body~ So, these hands aren't needed, are they? Just hang there obediently and don't move~" Under Reya's carefully concocted anesthetic, his former "assassin" teacher, the gray-eyed woman, couldn't even move a finger. With all her might, she could only manage a slight tremor, barely perceptible. Her long, slender fingers, calloused from training, were forced into fists under Reya's warm, insistent grip. Layer upon layer of silver tape wrapped her hands so tightly that soon, fine beads of sweat formed on her delicate palms. The gray-eyed woman showed no reaction to Reya's verbal taunts. She didn't even bother to utter a dismissive scoff.

As a muffled, furious roar escaped from the struggling Cystia in his arms, Rhea's mischievous little hands stealthily balled up a piece of soft fabric. She then abruptly shoved the wad of panties into Cystia's mouth, which hadn't quite closed yet, and simultaneously forced a rock-hard gag into her mouth, wedging it between her pearly white teeth. However, the gag in Rhea's hand at this moment was no simple variety with a strap. Five black and silver interwoven straps extended from the surface of the black gag. As the gag fully entered her mouth, Rhea, calculating that Cystia was unable to struggle or resist, pulled with all her might. With a force that seemed intent on digging the straps into her flesh, she brutally tightened and bound them. All the black leather straps extending from the sides and top of this toy, known as a harness gag, were secured behind her head with the boy's forceful tightening. This accentuated her already wild and spirited face with an indescribable, perversely decadent expression. Following this, a pair of cold, hard metal breast clamps were pressed firmly against Cystia's chest as her leather armor was unfastened. Her small breasts, completely unencumbered by a bra, were forced through the gaps of the clamps, one on each side. The cold shackles then continued downwards after passing through her breasts, stopping only when they were tightly pressed against the base of Cystia's breasts. As the young boy tightened his hands, the hard breast clamps also constricted, pressing themselves more firmly into the base of this female druid's breasts. Although she was also gagged with panties, Cystia, as an adventurer who traveled outdoors year-round, had panties that smelled far stronger than those of a refined and noble lady like Elizabeth! Not to mention anything else, the amount they sweated daily was on a completely different level. Moreover, after going to the forest with Rhea, she hadn't had a chance to bathe. As the panties that once encased her private parts were folded neatly and stuffed into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue, a potent odor emanated. Cystia almost instantly felt a sourness at the root of her tongue, and her eyes rolled back as she was about to vomit... But then, the resilient harness gag embedded itself in Cystia's mouth, prying apart her neat silver teeth and firmly lodging itself between her unwillingly grinding lips. The sturdy ropes dug deeply into her elastic skin. A muffled roar was trapped in her throat. The breast clamps tightened, and even the standard size had to be cinched more than halfway to barely fit against Cystia's understated breasts. The cold metal pressed against her burning skin, and as the clamps tightened, they gradually sank into her milk-white skin. The woman's symmetrically tapered breasts began to indent, while their pointed tips started to swell like inflated balloons, becoming fuller and rounder, like perfectly plump little balls. As the breast clamps tightened, the woman's breasts, originally shaped like bamboo shoots emerging from the earth, gradually transformed into plump fruits hanging from a tree, round and elastic. The taut outer skin began to become somewhat translucent, and one could even see faint patterns of blood vessels and veins on its surface. This was, of course, very uncomfortable... Cystia's eyes widened, and she let out a high-pitched shriek of disbelief and madness. Beneath the collar, her slender throat bobbed continuously. In her nauseated, gagging struggle, she shook her head incessantly. The soft flesh of her delicate neck rustled "shashasha" against the hard metal collar, and her long ponytail whipped back and forth like a lash. Her toes wriggled on the cylindrical protrusion. She was like a wild female leopard, unwilling to be captured and collared, struggling with all her might in every corner... Whether it was her neck, knees, or even her ankles, the five chains that fixed her in place occasionally tightened with a crisp "shasha" sound. She struggled incessantly, but no matter how hard she tried, the round gag remained firmly lodged in her mouth. The sturdy ropes still bound her arms, and the breast clamps still held her breasts tightly. She couldn't utter a single word, nor could she spit out anything from her mouth. Neither the sour vomit, the sticky saliva, nor the damned panties pressing down on her tongue. She shook her head repeatedly, glaring at Rhea, but could only let out agitated "wuwu" sounds like a mute beast, like all the other female slaves – unoriginal, monotonous, and meaningless.

As the teasing words fell, Gray Eyes' arms and legs were completely bound, her posture secured tightly with ropes. This didn't make Reya completely let down her guard. Instead, she intensified her efforts with even more perverse items, both provoking her proud inner self and beginning to adorn her bound arms and her bent, white-stockinged legs. A black leather glove, as if by magic, was slowly taken from the seemingly small waist pouch. The metal zipper was slowly opened, revealing a soft padding inside the black leather. It was then positioned over Gray Eyes' arms, which were tied behind her head, and slipped on. The opened black leather glove was fitted to her elbows, one on each side, and the tough leather then encased her forced-together upper and lower arms, finally covering her wrists, which were already tightly cuffed. Her hands, previously balled up and wrapped in adhesive tape, were further enveloped within the leather glove, transforming her delicate hands into small, unmovable black leather balls. Her legs, clad in seductive white stockings, were also met with more than just rope restraints. Equally tough leather gloves were slowly zipped up from her knees, encasing her strong, incredibly long, white-stockinged legs within the long gloves. The soft padding inside the leather perfectly enveloped her knee joints. The tight leather gloves extended upwards along her tightly pressed thighs, stopping only at the root of her thighs, hidden beneath the long hem of her skirt. The zippers of the leather gloves were then stretched to their limit with force. Both the arm and leg restraint gloves were equipped on the outside with four sturdy and tough black leather straps. Each time Reya bound and fitted a joint on Gray Eyes, she would tighten and forcefully cinch the four straps on the outside of the glove to their limit, then slowly wrap them around the surface of the glove to secure it. As a result, the tough leather gloves now worn on Gray Eyes' arms and legs seemed to have grown onto her limbs, fitting snugly and immovably— "Mmmph—Mmmph!? Mmmph!!"

Did she still have a chance? Her slender legs were long and powerful, their touch and texture a delightful contrast to Wendy's, encased in the same soft, white stockings. They were sculpted like jade, neither too full nor too thin, captivating Reya's hands... The lean muscles of her long legs were clearly defined, Reya could even see the fine down on her stockings... Her gray-eyed, long legs were like the slender neck of a swan, covered in fine down, exquisite as a masterpiece of art—tightly muscled, slender, and elastic, their symmetrical lines soft and elegant. It was hard to imagine that this art piece, now soft and limp in his hands, to be played with at will, had been a deadly weapon during past training sessions, leaving him flustered and defeated even when trying to defend himself. In his memory, during the close-quarters combat training with this slender maid, it was these legs that, whenever she lunged forward, would unleash a dazzling and unmanageable unique leg technique from beneath her fluttering skirt, time and again, without fail, forcing him into a losing position... Therefore, Reya, teasing the maid with her cold eyes and flushed cheeks, didn't waste much time. While caressing her long, powerful legs, he took out a long, sturdy rope from his small waist pouch and folded her deadly and alluring thighs together. Then, with the rough rope, he tightly bound her thighs together, leaving no gap. He even had the leisure to loop the rough rope around the soles of her shoes, securely fastening her black patent leather high heels to her stocking-clad feet, tying a firm, unbreakable knot. His hands, calloused from long training, gently brushed over the elastic, slender, and alluringly long legs of the gray-eyed maid... The rope, with its tiny barbs, was neatly wound from her ankles up to her soft inner thighs, and as it tightened mercilessly, her knees were forced to bend, revealing a hint of flesh through the thick white silk. As Reya tightened the rope with all his might, the gray-eyed maid's slender ankles seemed to completely merge with her slightly thicker inner thighs—her delicate ankles pressed against her inner thighs. No... "pressed" was no longer accurate. It was as if she were lying on a waterbed, sinking deeply into the soft flesh of her inner thighs. The rope not only passed through her ankles and inner thighs but was also pulled through the gap between her thighs, forcing the parallel ropes to "kiss" each other, forming a complete figure-eight. The consequence of this was that the hemp rope had almost completely sunk into the flesh of her legs. If one looked closely, the rope was barely visible—only the indentation in her flesh could be seen. However, that wasn't all... After securing her ankles and inner thighs, the same technique was applied to the sides of her knees, which were now showing flesh—the sturdy hemp rope was neatly wound and passed through the gap in the middle, causing it to deeply "bite" into the woman's soft skin.

The cold strands of hair tickled her pale, almost translucent face, bringing an itch she hadn't felt in centuries. But the witch was in no mood to savor it. Innis felt a bad premonition. Beneath her smooth, black lace gown, her slender arms writhed, encased in silk stockings with exquisite embroidery. The space inward curved and compressed, forcing her tongue tips together. They became exceptionally small, small enough to pass through the center of the small tongue ring in the middle of the mouth gag. Rhea threaded Innis's folded, moist tongue tip through the narrow tongue ring, then pulled her tongue out from the other side, stretching it taut. As if threading a needle, accompanied by Innis's shriek of furious, desperate shock that exploded in her ears, Rhea dragged the witch's entire tongue through the extremely narrow leather tongue ring. The small ring's diameter was already tight, barely accommodating the tip of her tongue, let alone now constricting the woman's slightly pale tongue root. Her pink tongue protruded fully from her mouth, the slightly pale root squeezed together by the leather gag, no thicker than a thumb. Innis's moist tongue, constricted and uneven, trembled and writhed in the cold air, trying to curl back into her warm mouth. But no matter how she twisted her tongue, the narrow, constricting gag remained firmly clamped around her tongue root, leaving her, no matter how she struggled, to pant like a lowly bitch, her tongue lolling out... However, this was not the end. Just as Innis was "playing" with her tongue, trying to break free from the gag that was stuck to her tongue root, "cutting" her entire tongue in half and cinching it into a slender hourglass shape, Rhea had already hooked the four silver clasps of the mouth gag onto her teeth. Two on each side, corresponding to the positions of her four white canines, top and bottom. Then, as the four leather straps connected to the central tongue ring stretched towards Innis's chin and cheeks, passing through her soft, pale skin, the witch's slightly parted mouth, which had only been ajar, involuntarily opened wide, as if fitted with a dentist's speculum. Her pearly white teeth were revealed, along with a dark, moist cavity that continuously exhaled humid air. The slender leather straps were pulled taut against Innis's pale cheeks. Rhea hadn't tightened them excessively, so the former village witch before her merely showed her teeth, not her entire gums, preserving her beauty. Her small red lips were thus parted, unable to close. At the same time, the tongue ring, imbued with a strong sense of humiliation, was tightly nested and clamped onto the root of the terrible witch's fragrant tongue, making it impossible for her fully extended, tender tongue to break free, no matter how it struggled. The boy, his playful mood piqued, even chuckled as he caressed Innis's moist, fragrant tongue, which would never be retracted again. He mischievously curled his finger and delivered a rather forceful flick to the tip of her tongue, which was already starting to drool, a humiliating blow. This elicited a slight tremor from her writhing, fragrant tongue, followed by... the witch's shriek and roar of furious shame and utter humiliation. "Mmmph... Nngh!!! Mmmph!!!" "All done~ Finished, my dear witch~" "I hope you like my first gift – Heh heh~ As female slaves, you only need to whimper there~ The right to speak is only granted by your master~" "After all, a lowly bitch doesn't need the ability to speak, does she? A bitch that talks? What a strange and absurd story~"

Fearing that her former "teacher," who had meticulously taught her all her assassin techniques, might suddenly lash out and attack her again, Rhea drew a chain about five centimeters long from her hand. She then raised her knee and forcefully pressed it into the gray-eyed woman's constantly writhing slender waist, forcing her to lie prone on the ground. With her slender fingers, she then pulled the chain, threaded it through the metal ring in the middle of the "teacher's" leather leg coverings, and secured it with a small lock. This ensured that this dangerous "hound" would be unable to lift her hind legs for that kind of agile counterattack. Subsequently, the black maid's skirt was once again lifted to her waist, revealing her long, shapely legs clad in mouth-watering white stockings to Rhea once more. This time, however, Rhea directly used her sharp fingernails to easily tear through the stockings and underwear at the crease of the gray-eyed woman's buttocks. She then took a hollow syringe filled with viscous glycerin from her waist pouch, parted her buttocks, and inserted it into the gray-eyed woman's anus, which had never been penetrated before... Rhea's fingers then pushed the plunger, and the viscous glycerin made a gurgling sound. As the young man spoke in a gentle tone, the struggling, once-close maid beneath him became increasingly agitated. The glycerin was poured into Serlvi's intestines, causing her lower abdomen, pressed against the cold floor, to gradually bulge, forming a full curve. "Good girl~ Stop fussing. Before I insert this dog tail, your little asshole needs to be prepped and expanded a bit~" "By the way, the glycerin inside not only lubricates but also helps to clean out the filth from your intestines, Gray-eyed sister~" "As a clean female dog, I won't allow your body to be defiled by that disgusting filth~" "Wuwuwu! Wu... wuwuwu!!!" "Wuwuwu!! Wu!!!" Clearly, Serlvi, forcefully pinned to the manor floor, could not accept Rhea's "kindness." Her slender legs were pressed straight against the smooth floor, lifting and falling erratically, striking the hard floor with dull thuds. The newly added chain between her legs tightened and relaxed continuously, emitting rounds of rustling sounds. As the continuous stream of glycerin slowly entered her body, a strong urge to defecate arose from nothing. The gray-eyed woman's eyes widened, and a hint of tearful humiliation began to appear in their depths. The mournful cries of anger and hatred, accompanied by the slight gurgling sounds from her abdomen, grew increasingly frantic and hysterical. Fine blood vessels began to spread across the whites of her eyes. The woman tilted her head back madly, shaking it violently. It was evident that the sensation of being forcibly enemaed was extremely unpleasant. "Mmmph!! Wuwuwu!!!" "Relax~ Relax~" "If you don't eat them properly, hehe~ then inserting the dog tail next might not be so pleasant~" "Be good—" As if coaxing a child who was unwilling to take medicine, Rhea's teasingly gentle voice accompanied his actions of pushing the glycerin syringe, reaching into the gray-eyed woman's tense mind. The entire syringe, filled with over 500cc of viscous yellowish-brown glycerin, was slowly injected into the gray-eyed woman's narrow anus through the syringe's smooth needle hole, completely filling the empty intestines and the inner walls of her anus without leaving any space. To prevent the glycerin from overflowing when the syringe was removed and soiling Gray-eyed's clean maid dress, Rhea waited until all the glycerin had been pushed out of the syringe. Only then did she bring the slender gray-furred dog tail near the syringe. After withdrawing the syringe from the forcibly opened anus, she didn't even give Gray-eyed's tensed sphincter a chance to forcefully expel the glycerin. The oval-shaped, elongated [X_X] at the end of the dog tail, under Rhea's rough handling, was directly inserted into the still-open anus. "Mmmph!!! Mmmph!!? Wuwuwu!!!" With a shriek of disbelief and shame from Gray-eyed, the slender [X_X] penetrated deeply, entering the former teacher's slightly twitching anus smoothly and without any obstruction. The gradually increasing diameter of the slender [X_X] perfectly filled the anal opening, which was unable to contract in such a short time. It went even further; as the entire [X_X] was inserted, Gray-eyed's anus, originally the size of a coin, was forcibly widened to the thickness of a ping-pong ball. On the outside of the anus, a circle of tender, soft flesh's folds stretched open with the expansion of the anus, becoming smooth and delicate. The tight, small buttocks trembled slightly, and the owner of the body continuously let out humiliating and painful moans. The red and swollen anus twitched slightly, but the in-and-out motion had the opposite effect... Finally, the diameter of the [X_X] decreased sharply at a steep angle. Gray-eyed twitched her sphincter, but that slight suction pulled the [X_X], which was already at its limit, into her body with a "swoosh"... The maximally dilated anus instantly contracted, completely swallowing the slender [X_X]. The base of the fluffy long tail, with the impact, hit the soft flesh of Gray-eyed's anus with a "thwack." A faint bulge briefly appeared on her full lower abdomen, but the next moment, with the hysterical roar of the close maid, the sphincter squeezed, and the long tail swung from side to side. The bulge on her abdomen became faint and indistinct, sometimes disappearing and sometimes reappearing. "Mmmhmm~ It's a shame. If Gray-eyed dog could have attacked Master when I was inserting the tail~" "In that case, I might have seen the heroic figure of a gray-furred hound running nimbly in the dungeon with a wagging fluffy tail~" "What a pity—but then again, compared to a hound that randomly attacks its master, I prefer a more docile and obedient female dog~" Gently stroking the soft, fluffy tail beneath Gray-eyed's skirt, feeling the silky smooth fur rub against his palm and then slowly flow through his fingers as they parted, the playful young man couldn't help but gently pinch the base of Gray-eyed's large gray tail, playing with and kneading it as if teasing a real large wolfdog's tail. "So~ I don't want to see you attack Master again~" "Oh~ I almost forgot. Since you're a female dog, with your mouth taped like this, you don't look like a majestic large wolfdog at all—" Gently stroking Gray-eyed's soft gray hair, Rhea then placed a pair of fluffy gray dog ears on top of Gray-eyed's head like an exquisite headband. Then, with a half-smile, he reached out and gently pinched the corners of Gray-eyed's red lips, which were stuck with silver tape, and slowly peeled off the wet tape. He also slowly pulled out the wet, anesthetic-soaked handkerchief from her mouth. "Mmm... Mmmph... Ah... Mmmph! Hmph—Mmm!"

The witch's small mouth hung agape, unable to close, her tender, fragrant tongue pulled out and writhing in a furious whimper. Her fair cheeks were flushed with shame and rage as she struggled against the ropes, only causing her graceful body to sway more. The immense plague contained within her body had been completely eradicated by Rhea. At this moment, she was no longer the plague witch who struck fear into the hearts of all. Stripped of the plague that resided within her, the purified Innis... if she were kept away from any pathogens, this terrifying woman could now be considered even more harmless than Wendy! "Mmmph... Mmmph-hmm... Mmmph-mmph... Hnnng!!!" Let go... of my damn hand, mortal! Give me back my power!!! Her fingertips and tongue trembled as Innis, her blood-red eyes wide, let out a roar of utter shame and fury. She lifted her long, beautiful legs, striking heavily against the boy's legs and even his waist, but it only added to her allure. You insolent, blasphemous mortal—how dare you!!!! "Mmmph-mmph... Hnnng-hmm!!!!!" "Oh my~ What are you saying? Master can't understand any of that whimpering, you know—" "But it doesn't matter, does it? Look at all the cute female slaves around you~ Which one of them hasn't had their mouths stuffed so full by me with various gags?" "As a lowly female slave, to insult your master so wantonly, just for that, I think your sharp little mouth won't be needed for speaking functions anymore, will it?" Rubbing a perfectly round, hard bead in his palm, much like his father would play with his antique collectibles, he let the bead roll gently in his hand. Then, he tucked the cool bead into his waist pouch. At the same time, he picked up a strangely shaped, bizarre toy and slowly approached the small, fragrant tongue he was holding, which pulsed with his master's fierce struggles— What appeared in Rhea's hand was not the blasphemous horse bit, nor the soft silk stocking that could fill a beautiful mouth and press down on the tongue, but a blasphemous gag—made of four slender leather straps connected to a small leather ring in the center. At the ends of the four straps, small hooks glinted with silver light, and the leather-made tongue ring was fixed in the center. Cold black hair cascaded over her pale cheeks, which were gradually tinged with a blush. The scarlet [X_X] between her strands of hair trembled slightly. Innis's long, thick eyelashes fluttered as her blood-red eyes glared at Rhea with venom and disbelief. Her throat continuously emitted seductive moans, but she could do nothing to stop Rhea's hands from exploring her body. She could only watch helplessly as his fingers gently tightened, pinching the tip of her tongue, squeezing the already small tip inward until it curved slightly. "Mmmph... Mmmph... Mmmph-hmm! Mmmph!!" The cold strands of hair tickled her fair, almost translucent face, bringing an itch she hadn't felt in centuries. But the witch had no mood to enjoy it now. Innis had a bad premonition. Beneath her soft black gauze dress, her slender arms, wrapped in delicate embroidered silk stockings, writhed incessantly. The tip of her tongue, compressed inward and squeezed together, became exceptionally delicate, so small that it could just pass through the small tongue ring in the center of the gag. Rhea threaded Innis's folded, moist tongue tip through the narrow tongue ring, then pulled her tongue tip out from the other side, stretching it taut. Like threading a needle, as Innis's furious shriek exploded in his ears, Rhea dragged the witch's entire tongue through the extremely narrow leather tongue ring. The small tongue ring was not large in diameter; it had already been stretched taut just to accommodate the tip of the witch's tongue, let alone now constricting the slightly pale root of her tongue. Her pink tongue protruded entirely from her mouth, the slightly pale root squeezed together by the leather sheath, no thicker than a thumb. Innis's moist tongue was unevenly constricted, trembling and writhing in the cold air, trying to curl back into her warm mouth. But no matter how she twisted her tongue, the narrow, constricting sheath remained firmly clamped around the root of her tongue, making her struggle only like a lowly bitch, panting with her tongue out... However, this was not the end. Just as Innis was "playing" with her tongue, trying to break free from the sheath that was stuck to the root of her tongue, "cutting" her entire tongue in half and constricting it into a thin,葫芦-shaped waist, Rhea had already hooked the four silver hooks of the gag onto her teeth. Two on each side, corresponding to the positions of the four white canines, upper and lower. Then, as the four leather straps connected to the central tongue ring stretched towards Innis's chin and cheeks, passing through her soft, fair skin, the witch's slightly parted mouth was forced open, as if fitted with a dentist's speculum, revealing her pearly white teeth and her dark, moist oral cavity. The slender leather straps tightened against Innis's pale cheeks. Rhea hadn't pulled them too tight, so the former plague village witch only revealed her teeth, not her gums, preserving her beauty. Her small, red lips remained parted, unable to close. At the same time, the tongue ring, imbued with a strong sense of humiliation, was tightly nested and clamped onto the root of the terrifying witch Innis's fragrant tongue, preventing her fully extended, tender tongue from escaping no matter how she struggled. The boy, filled with playful mischief, even playfully caressed Innis's moist, fragrant tongue, which could never be retracted. He mischievously flicked his finger, delivering a rather forceful flick to the tip of her tongue, which was already beginning to drool, a humiliating blow that elicited a tremor from her writhing tongue, followed by the witch's furious shriek and roar of utter shame and humiliation.

The struggling girl in her arms, who was trying to resist with her hands and feet, was dragged into an empty and spacious toilet stall. At this moment, Leia had no intention of taking this little beauty to her dungeon to savor slowly—after all, both time and the little sprite Niniya waiting outside dictated that Leia couldn't properly enter the dungeon to savor this agile little beauty... Moreover—from what the little beauty had muttered earlier, it was clear that the adventurer she held captive seemed to have a companion waiting for her outside~ With this thought, Leia, who was tightly covering Roci's mouth, nose, and half of her face with a handkerchief, forcefully pinched the girl's high-bridged nose as she panted fiercely. She then crumpled the wet handkerchief, soaked in anesthetic, into a ball and stuffed it tightly into her mouth, preventing the struggling female adventurer from making any sound to call for help. Her slender legs, encased in white stockings, bent slightly, her elastic buttocks tilted backward, and she sat heavily on the clean toilet behind her. At this moment, Leia's smooth white-stockinged legs hooked and folded, her legs like a clamp, tightly gripping Roci's bare, struggling, sexy legs, ensuring that the girl, weakened by illness, would not make any noise that would attract their attention by struggling with her legs. Then, the hands that controlled the beauty's wrists, with a slight exertion of her arms, gently pulled Roci's resisting arms apart. Her arms were then raised high above her head, her wrists forced to cross at her neck under Leia's restraint. After controlling the little beauty's struggling limbs, she was completely laid in her arms, only able to writhe her sexy, agile body, constantly rubbing against Leia's chest, letting the clothes rub against each other with seductive rustling sounds. "Be good, little beauty~" "If you keep shouting or wriggling in my arms—I can't guarantee that you, who are left here~ won't turn into a cold corpse..." "Mmm... mmm... mmm! Mmm..." Bright lights illuminated the spacious and exquisitely decorated toilet stall. Tears of fear streamed down the golden-haired girl's face. The continuous, rapid whimpering sounds came from her mouth, but soon, due to the anesthetic soaked into her tongue, they became muffled and faint, like a mosquito's hum. Tears of fear trickled down her cheeks. Her full

Feeling the desperate struggles and writhing of the voluptuous body in her arms, and greedily sucking on the rich, fragrant scent emanating from Angel, Leia's own desires for deeper teasing and torment were naturally ignited. The rubber sex toy, though soft and elastic to the touch, felt like a fork tearing through flesh as the large object made contact with Angel's virgin, pea-sized anus. Despite a layer of lubricant, it caused intense pain, brutally stretching her anus to accommodate the toy's entry. Then, with the help of the lubricant, Leia's hand cruelly parted her narrow anus, and she pushed the thick toy completely into the white-haired girl's entire orifice. The girl's plump buttocks writhed uncontrollably, causing the silky white fur tail to sway realistically against her rear, as if she had truly become a obedient female dog, wagging her tail and shyly fawning over her master. "Hoo~ Such an obedient little female dog~" "Look at your tail~ Wagging so happily—are you eager to play with master now~?" "Don't rush—I heard you little female dog say you wanted to relieve yourself here earlier… That won't do~ It would be too dirty if master suddenly had to deal with you soiling yourself during training~" "We need to plug this up too… That way~ you won't be able to urinate so carelessly, will you?" Gently stroking the fluffy, soft fur tail in her hand, Leia produced a metal urethral plug. Compared to the narrow, untrained anus that required lubricant, the urethra was clearly more pliable. With that, Leia's hand guided the cold metal plug, amidst the美人's desperate struggles, to her nether regions, and slowly pushed the tip into her urethral opening. "Mmm! Mmm!! Mmm! Mmm!!!!" The white-haired girl's muffled cries filled the air. Whether from pain or shame, even though Angel was already ill and Leia had stuffed her own underwear into her mouth, the faint moans stubbornly drowned out the struggles and gasps of her companion on the nearby toilet. Her short white hair fell around her ears, clinging to her damp cheeks in disarray. Cold sweat dripped from her temples. Her long, firm legs were still held high by Leia, her right ankle firmly gripped and pressed against the hard bathroom wall, twitching and spasming uncontrollably. Leia first used her fingers to pry open Angel's constricted anus, which had immediately shrunk back after swallowing the toy. She then took a strong adhesive from her waist pouch, carefully inserting the nozzle into the girl's deep anus and meticulously filling all the gaps between the rubber ball and the moist flesh. Only then did she release her fingers, allowing the girl's folded intestinal walls to re-envelop the rubber sphere, gradually merging with it. Then, she slowly inserted the slender "cone," also coated with strong adhesive, into Angel's snow-white pubic hair, into her sensitive urethral opening. The intense stinging pain caused the E-rank adventurer, who had been so valiant moments before with eyes full of defiance and hatred, to scream uncontrollably. Beneath her messy white bangs, Angel's pure, innocent sapphire-like eyes widened to their limit, her black pupils constricting into tiny pinpricks. Hot tears streamed down her face