Bound to the Divine Continent: The Battle of the Holy Maiden and the Demon King in Tight Bondage

"Here they come, here they come!" the crowd roared. Outside the city gates, banners fluttered. The allied forces were led by the mounts of Saint Tiarico and the Hero Anthony, followed by the kings of various nations and leaders of different races. Behind them was the glittering procession of knights. Several young men and women showered vibrant roses from atop the triumphal arch, eliciting waves of cheers from the assembled populace. "Long live Her Majesty Saint Tiarico! Long live the Hero!" "Is... is that the Saint? So beautiful... I never imagined she'd be so young!" The focus of the crowd's mingled gazes was the silver-haired maiden riding a white steed at the forefront of the marching column – Saint Tiarico, the savior of the continent of Xilanthia. Tiarico was petite, with a pure white ribbon tied in a bow at the back of her head, her silky waist-length hair cascading down. Her delicate face was pure and stunning, possessing a pair of sapphire blue eyes that seemed to see through everything. Her aura was gentle yet noble, exuding an approachable yet sacred and inviolable distance. The maiden wore a white cloak with golden trim, beneath which was a low-cut, off-the-shoulder white mini-dress. A magnificent collar adorned with a holy energy crystal was tied around her neck, highlighting the exquisite collarbones beneath her fair neck and the alluring, shyly revealed mounds of her breasts. Both the chest of the dress and its hem were decorated with ornate golden thread patterns. Her delicate hands were encased in white silk gloves that extended to her elbows, lending her an air of nobility and sanctity. Beneath the hem of the skirt lay a pair of slender, well-proportioned, crystalline legs, encased in pure white thigh-high stockings. Her delicate feet were shod in exquisite ten-centimeter white high heels, also embellished with ornate golden patterns. "Long live Her Majesty the Saint!!! Long live the Holy Annoris Alliance!" The cheers of the populace surged like a tidal wave. Tiarico's initially cold expression softened slightly. She smiled gently, occasionally waving to the onlookers, which was met with bursts of admiration.

"You! What do you want?! Help!" Tiariko panicked as Odhildur approached, reaching out to cast a magic spell. But Odhildur grabbed her wrist, pushed her onto the bed, and pinned her hands behind her back. "Heh, has Your Excellency the Saint forgotten about the barrier in this room? Do you think your voice can escape through a mere crack?" Odhildur held Tiariko's wrists with one hand and with the other, she waved her hand, causing a surge of magic to erupt from her body, instantly repairing the cracks in the barrier. "Now, shall we begin our blushing, heart-pounding game?" Odhildur grinned seductively and produced a bundle of black ropes. Her long, black-stockinged legs straddled Tiariko, and among the pure black ropes in her hand were strands of blood-red silk – the Ebony Blood Rope, a characteristic of demons. Just as darkness is the opposite of light, and holy light has many spells and skills effective against demons, demons also possess numerous means to restrict holy energy. This bundle of Ebony Blood Rope was one such item. Infused with the dark power and cursed bloodline of demons, it could completely sever the holy energy of anyone bound by it. Even a goddess, if bound by this, would find herself in a dire situation. "Let go of me! Ugh?" Tiariko's strength was no match for Odhildur, a dragon. She writhed helplessly beneath her like a little girl. "You cannot escape my grasp. Let's see how long you can last as my toy!" Odhildur tore off Tiariko's white shawl, revealing a revealing, low-cut lace mini-dress. She then clasped Tiariko's pressed hands together and wrapped them several times with the black rope, tying a knot in the middle. With a sudden yank, she pulled Tiariko's bound hands up to her nape, the faint cracking of her arm bones audible. She then tied her wrists securely around her swan-like, fair neck, loop after loop. Every time Tiariko struggled, she found herself unable to breathe. "So tight?! Nnngh?! My arms are going to break?! Ughhhhhh?! Let go!!!" Tiariko cried out, feeling her arms beneath the white silk gloves go numb. Before she could struggle further, a wave of soreness made her entire upper body jolt. Odhildur had forcefully brought her elbows together. Her arms, previously W-shaped and pulled behind her back, were now pressed together. Without giving Tiariko any time to react, Odhildur tightly bound her elbows as well. "Ahhhhh?!" Tiariko shrieked as the thin fabric covering her breasts was ripped away. "Let you go? What a dream, my Saint~ We're just getting started!" Odhildur then continued to bind Tiariko's alluring breasts with the rope, as if finding her chest insufficiently large, she squeezed with all her might. Seven or eight ropes snaked upwards from the base of Tiariko's firm breasts, sandwiching her smooth, tender flesh. But that wasn't all. Odhildur then tied a rope vertically between Tiariko's breasts, tightening them like iron hoops, causing them to swell and protrude, more than doubling their size. Finally, Odhildur added a few more ropes, forming a cross over Tiariko's breasts. In the center of the knot, two taut cherries, engorged and erect, protruded, making for an incredibly enticing sight. "Huuuwoooohhh?! My breasts?! Ahhh?! Let me go~! It hurts!" Tiariko writhed her tender, aching upper body in utter humiliation. But her struggles only tightened the ropes, intensifying the soreness. "It's a shame your breasts are so small. Even bound like this, they're barely playable~" Odhildur finally tied the ropes binding Tiariko's breasts to her arms, completing the upper body restraint. She then loosened the ropes from Tiariko's chest and tightly wound them around her waist, creating a dense net over her white silk dress. Finally, she pressed down on Tiariko's kicking legs, lifted her skirt, and forcefully inserted two ropes from her waist into Tiariko's wet folds and rear. During this, Tiariko's delicate body visibly trembled, followed by uncontrollable, seductive moans. It was likely that our Saint had never experienced such stimulation before. "Ohhh?! What is this?! You damned demon, release these lewd ropes! Guahhh?! It hurts, it itches~ Wooooohhhhoooooo?!" Tiariko writhed helplessly beneath Odhildur, her subconscious moans interspersed with defiant, indignant shouts. Odhildur ignored them, pulling the ropes at her lower body tighter and tighter, tying the other end to Tiariko's waist and the ropes binding her wrists, instantly transforming her protests into involuntary, seductive moans. "Stop struggling, I'll make sure you feel comfortable later~ I didn't expect you, a Saint, to have such surprisingly long legs for your height!" Odhildur flipped over and straddled Tiariko's delicate body. Her ample, rounded buttocks settled onto Tiariko's slender waist, leaving her completely unable to resist. However, her only mobile limbs, her white-stockinged legs, continued to kick and thrash. Odhildur, unaccustomed to such defiance, slapped her white-stockinged,翘臀 (curvy buttocks) twice. "Slap, slap, slap, slap~" "Nnnngh! What are you doing! Damn it! Stop!" Tiariko felt a sharp sting on her buttocks, and a blush immediately spread across her pretty face. As Odhildur's slaps grew more vigorous, her struggles unconsciously began to weaken. "That's right, much better! Let me adorn these beautiful white-stockinged legs for you!" Odhildur grabbed Tiariko's kicking ankles and, with a strong grip, brought them together. Without hesitation, she wrapped the Ebony Blood Rope around them six times, tying a knot in the middle. Finally, she even used the heels of her high heels to tie the ropes securely from her ankles, and then wrapped a loop around her tender insteps, ensuring her white-stockinged, high-heeled feet couldn't move an inch. "Damn you, despicable! Pervert! Let me go!" Tiariko's struggles were now greatly restricted. Only her knees could rub against the white sheets in helpless motion. Odhildur then proceeded to bind Tiariko's slender, white-stockinged calves in the same manner, bringing them together. She then bound her knees at two points, above and below, and finally tied a knot around Tiariko's white-stockinged thighs. Using the excess rope, she tied it to the ropes at her lower body, forming a net that tightened around her ample buttocks, connecting to the net around Tiariko's waist. Thus, the ropes binding Tiariko's delicate body were completely integrated into one.

"You! What do you want?! Help!" Tialyke panicked as Odessitil approached, instinctively reaching out to cast a magic spell. But Odessitil grabbed her wrist, pinning her to the bed and binding her hands behind her back. "Heh, has Your Excellency the Saint forgotten the barrier within this room? Did you think a mere crack would allow your voice to escape?" Odessitil held Tialyke's wrists with one hand, and with a gentle wave of the other, surging magic flowed from her, instantly repairing the barrier's fissure. "Shall we begin our blushing, heart-pounding game now?" Odessitil grinned seductively and produced a bundle of black rope. Her long, black silk legs straddled Tialyke, and intertwined with the pure black rope were strands of blood-red silk – the Ebony Blood Rope, a demonic specialty. Just as darkness is the antithesis of light, while holy light has many spells and skills effective against demons, demons also possess numerous means to restrict holy energy. This Ebony Blood Rope was one such item. Infused with demonic dark power and cursed bloodlines, it could completely sever the holy energy of anyone bound by it. Even a goddess, if restrained by this, would find herself in a dire predicament. "Let me go! Nnngh?!" Tialyke's strength was no match for Odessitil, a dragon. She writhed helplessly beneath her like a little girl. "You cannot escape my grasp. Let's see how long you last as my plaything!" Odessitil ripped away Tialyke's white shawl, revealing a revealing, low-cut lace mini-dress. She then clasped Tialyke's pressed hands together and wrapped them several times with the black rope, tying a knot in the center. With a sharp tug, she pulled Tialyke's bound hands up to her nape, the faint crackling of her arm bones audible. She then wrapped the rope around her wrists, securing them tightly against her swan-like, fair neck. Each time Tialyke struggled, she found herself unable to breathe. "So tight?! Nnngh?! My arms are going to break?! Nnnghaaaah?! Let go!!!" Tialyke cried out, feeling her arms beneath the white silk gloves go numb. Before she could struggle further, a wave of pain shot through her, causing her entire upper body to jolt. Odessitil had forcefully brought her elbows together, which had been spread in a W shape behind her back. Without giving Tialyke any time to react, she tightly bound her elbows as well. "Aaaah?!" Tialyke shrieked as the thin fabric covering her breasts was ripped away. "Let you go? What a dream, my Saint. We're just getting started!" Odessitil then proceeded to bind Tialyke's alluring breasts with the rope, seemingly dissatisfied with their size, she pulled with immense force. Seven or eight ropes snaked upwards from the base of Tialyke's firm breasts, sandwiching them tightly between the ropes. But she wasn't finished. Odessitil then added a rope vertically between Tialyke's breasts, cinching them like iron hoops, causing them to swell and protrude, nearly doubling in size. Finally, Odessitil added a few more ropes, forming a cross over Tialyke's breasts. At the center of the knot, two taut cherries, now engorged and erect, stood out, impossibly alluring. "Huuuwooooh?! My breasts?! Aaaah?! Let me go~! It hurts!" Tialyke writhed her sensitive, aching upper body in utter humiliation. But her struggles only tightened the ropes, intensifying the pain. "A pity your breasts are so small. Even bound like this, they're barely enough to play with~" Odessitil finally tied the ropes binding Tialyke's breasts to her arms, completing the upper body restraint. She then unfastened the ropes from Tialyke's chest and wound them tightly around her waist, creating a dense net over the white silk dress. Finally, she held down Tialyke's kicking legs, lifted the hem of her skirt, and forcefully inserted two ropes from her waist into Tialyke's wet core and rear. During this, Tialyke's delicate body visibly trembled, followed by uncontrollable, alluring moans. It was likely the Saint had never experienced such stimulation in her life. "Ooooh?! What is this?! You damned demon, release these lewd ropes! Guahhh?! It hurts, it tickles~ Woooohwoooohwoooohwooooh?!" Tialyke writhed helplessly beneath Odessitil, her subconscious moans interspersed with defiant,娇斥. Odessitil ignored her, pulling the ropes tighter, tethering them to Tialyke's waist and the ropes binding her wrists, instantly transforming her protests into involuntary, seductive moans. "Stop struggling. I'll make sure you feel good later~ I didn't expect you, a Saint, to have such unexpectedly long legs for your height!" Odessitil shifted, straddling Tialyke's delicate body. Her ample, rounded buttocks settled onto Tialyke's slender waist, pinning her completely with no room to resist. However, her only mobile limbs, her white-silk clad legs, continued to kick and thrash. Odessitil, unaccustomed to such defiance, delivered two swift slaps to Tialyke's white-silk clad,翘臀.

"Damn it! So that's how it is, you really don't make things easy!" Joseph cursed, yanking Elinore up. He took out ropes and re-secured the almost-severed bindings on her wrists, adding several more loops. Then, he proceeded to wrap up Elinore's slender fingers one by one, finally encasing her hands in a dense layer of tape, transforming them into a small, immobile ball. "Mmph! Hmph-mm-mm-mm!!!" Damn it! Damn it! I was so close! Just a little more and I would have broken free! But why? Why is this happening, ahhhhh!!! Elinore struggled desperately, unwilling to accept defeat, but it was useless. She could only watch as the last sliver of hope was ruthlessly extinguished. The cat-eared girl beside her fared no better. After being slapped twice, each of her fingers was bound with rope, then wrapped in tape and tied tight. Knowing how sharp her nails were, they even fitted a straitjacket glove onto Aileen's delicate hands. Now, the cat-eared young lady was completely unable to use her little claws. "Jack, we need to warn the brethren! Stop, stop the carriage!!!" After binding the two unruly knightesses, Joseph shouted for the carriage to halt. He then jumped off and directly approached the leading Knight Commander. "Sir Knight Commander, our methods of restraining these whores are not stringent enough. Don't forget, they aren't all human; many are mixed-blood mongrels. Simply using gel to seal the knots won't stop them. Just now, a cat-eared girl tried to gnaw through the ropes for her companion with her sharp nails. She almost broke the rope! Fortunately, we discovered it in time, or the consequences would have been unthinkable." "What, this happened! Everyone, stop the carriages!!!" The Knight Commander was also startled. Even if one of these hundred knightesses escaped, it would be a major headache for them. "Sir Knight Commander, we must bind each of these knightesses' fingers with rope, then wrap them in tape, preferably with straitjacket gloves, and then hang them from the carriage roof, spread-eagle, so they can't reach each other to untie themselves!" Father Joseph continued. "Alright, Joseph, I accept your suggestion! Quickly, quickly, you useless lot, go inspect the merchandise and proceed according to Father Joseph's instructions! Father Joseph, you've done an excellent job. I will report your merits to His Holiness the Pope upon our return!" With a command from the leading Church Knight Commander, hundreds of church members immediately began to work with great urgency. The knightesses of the Holy English Knights were truly finished. In fact, many knightesses in other carriages had come up with similar plans to Elinore's. However, with Joseph's intervention, their escape plans were all thwarted. The knightesses' delicate hands were soon wrapped into tight bundles with ropes, tape, and straitjacket gloves, rendering them completely immobile. Following Father Joseph's advice, the church members then bound each knightess tightly spread-eagle, and used ropes to suspend them from the carriage roofs. The poor maidens could only twist their delicate bodies futilely in the air, shaking back and forth. Filled with rage and despair, they screamed incessantly, but no one could reach another. Now, there was no hope of helping each other undo their restraints. "Guh-n~ Huooooooohhhhhh!!!" Elinore and Aileen, as the primary culprits, received special treatment. Their pussy and ass were stuffed with thick vibrating dildos, set to maximum intensity. Their tender nipples were fitted with nipple rings, connected to heavy nipple weights and a clitoral vibrator. The two were directly hung from the front of the carriage. As the carriage moved, they swayed back and forth, screaming in despair, their lower bodies continuously spraying with arousal as their sensitive points were stimulated. Their crystal-clear juices splattered everywhere. The two poor knightesses were like showerheads fixed to the front of the carriage, complete with a horn. In short, the knightesses of the Holy English Knights were now utterly defeated, with no possibility of escape. They could only place their hopes on Saloriss, Edwina, and the twelve Knight Commanders. However, the knightesses would never imagine the deeper despair that awaited them.

In a pitch-black cellar beneath the Grand Cathedral of the Holy City of Annoris, a faint, dark crimson light emanated from the bluestone floor, gradually coalescing into a six-pointed star formation. At the very center of this blood-red magic circle, a graceful figure, entirely encased in black latex and ropes, writhed uncontrollably. The light from the formation intensified with each passing moment, casting the entire room in a scarlet hue, and the struggles of the exquisitely formed figure grew increasingly violent. From her alluring curves, it was evident that the person bound was a woman of exceptional physique. Her head was completely covered by a black latex hood, obscuring her features entirely. Only at the mouth was there a prominent, spherical bulge, indicating that a large gag had been inserted. Around her neck, a silver metal collar was fastened. Two metal clasps extended from the center of the collar, connected by slender metal chains that secured her chin and her ample breasts, making even turning her head an arduous task. Further down, her curvaceous body was encased in a form-fitting black latex suit that gleamed faintly under the dim red light of the formation. Her arms, clad in long black latex gloves, were bound together behind her back. A dense network of ropes began at her slender wrists, snaking along her forearms and elbows, all the way to her upper arms, forcing her limbs together in a tight embrace, rendering them completely immobile. Viewed from the front, her voluptuous breasts, concealed beneath the latex, were not spared. Thick ropes coiled around the base of her breasts, forming an "8" shaped handcuff that constricted her full, rounded mounds, making them appear swollen and engorged. Lower still, her slender, smooth abdomen, hugged by the tight latex, even revealed the alluring contours of her abs. While her stomach was free of ropes, her nether regions were secured by a silver metal chastity device that fit snugly against her secret garden and the cleft of her buttocks. The constant vibration and humming emanating from the metal indicated that something formidable had been inserted within, causing the woman to frequently arch her back in agony, only to be yanked back into position by the chains attached to her neck. No matter what she did, she could not alleviate the pleasure and stimulation from the two vibrating rods deep within her honeyed folds and her rear. Her long, slender legs, entirely encased in latex, were pressed tightly together. Of course, this was not by her own volition. Dense ropes began at the root of her thighs, running along the inner thighs, above and below her knees, down her calves, and finally binding her delicate ankles. This meticulous binding kept her legs rigidly pressed together. Encasing her feet and ankles were a pair of extremely tight, single-tube restraint boots, which also enclosed the ropes binding her ankles and calves. The surface of the restraint boots was laced with tight, dense laces, and the heels extended to an exaggerated twenty centimeters, forcing her feet to remain perpetually tensed. Only the tips of her toes could barely touch the ground to support her entire body weight, the intense, constricting pressure causing her delicate feet immense pain. The ground beneath the pointed heels of the restraint boots was already covered in a large amount of crystalline moisture, forming a reflective puddle, its origin unknown. "Mmmph~ Nnnnnh..." The exquisitely beautiful figure, entirely swathed in black latex, writhed helplessly at the center of the formation. As several robed priests chanted, the formation began to constrict. Black and red runes, like writhing serpents, crawled towards the figure in the center, winding their way up her trembling, latex-clad legs and delicate feet, shod in twenty-centimeter heeled restraint boots. In an instant, they climbed to her slender waist, then coiled around her full, ample chest. At their apex, they transformed into two red serpent heads, biting fiercely into her erect nipples. The serpent-like red runes that coiled around her began to tighten relentlessly, squeezing her soft skin until it distorted and warped. As the serpent-like runes ascended her body, the silver metal chastity device at her lower body and the silver neck collar were activated simultaneously. Their surfaces also pulsed with vibrant red runes. The two metal vibrators within the chastity device instantly ramped up their intensity, producing a violent vibration that was almost unsettling, causing ripples to spread across the puddle beneath her feet.

Several servants clad in black robes quickly stepped forward, first lowering Yilinka, who was almost bound into a human-shaped latex log, from mid-air. They produced a pair of black latex single-tube restraint gloves and immediately encased Yilinka's arms, bound behind her in a "Y" shape, within them. The single-tube restraint gloves rapidly tightened against her skin, forcing her to keep her hands clenched into fists pressed together. This accentuated the curves of her arms and the contours of the ropes binding them, leaving no room for even a sliver of air or a gap, as if it were a second skin grown outside her body. Next, the single-leg restraint boots on Yilinka's beautiful legs were removed, revealing her two jade-like feet, encased in long black stockings. The servants then individually fitted Yilinka's black-stocking-clad feet into two latex ballet high-heeled boots, each twenty centimeters tall. The cuffs of the boots seamlessly merged with the latex stockings that covered her ankles. Her feet were forced to press together, becoming perfectly straight. Following this, her legs, encased in latex and black silk, were folded together, thigh pressed against thigh, calf against calf. Ropes were then used to bind her ankles and secure them to her upper thighs, while her thighs were bound to her calves. Even the areas above and below her knees were not spared. After the binding was complete, Yilinka could only remain in a spread-legged "M" position, face down on the ground. However, even then, the subsequent, more severe restraints did not cease. The servants then used black latex dog-binding sleeves to encase Yilinka's tightly pressed thighs and calves. As the sleeves tightened against her legs upon contact, Yilinka's high-heeled feet were pressed tightly against her perky buttocks. Viewed from the front, only her plump, latex-wrapped thighs were visible, as if she had been born without calves. "Ugh..." Yilinka winced, a soft groan escaping her lips. The servants then produced a horse-bit style gag. As they fitted the gag into Yilinka's small mouth, they also pulled her tongue outwards, before finally tightening the myriad of horse-bit straps behind her head. "The preliminary preparations are complete. Bring the armor," a leading servant instructed. Over a dozen people then carried an incredibly heavy iron chest and placed it before the immobile Yilinka. After the servants pressed the switch on the metal chest, they retreated far away. The remaining task was not for them to handle; it was up to the cursed armor itself. "Wha?!" Yilinka trembled all over in fear as the metal chest slowly opened, revealing a terrifying, dark, and ferocious armor within. Even she, despite her circumstances, was struck with dread. "Gurgle, gurgle~" The cursed armor's design was vastly different from ordinary, luxurious, and beautiful women's armor. While its appearance was monstrous and terrifying, it also exuded a unique feminine allure and delicate beauty. After the metal chest opened, a series of unsettling rustling sounds, like viscous tentacles writhing, emanated from within the armor. Locating Yilinka, who was facing it, countless slender and slippery scarlet tentacles immediately surged from within the armor, lunging towards the helpless beauty.

"Damn, damn it!" Penelope immediately realized her recklessness, but it was too late. Rosalind still held her arms tightly behind her back, rendering them useless. "Heh, big-breasted, brainless muscle bitch~ What good is all that strength?" Rosalind drew out a bundle of golden ropes specifically designed for high-ranking demon generals. She seized Penelope's struggling wrists, crossed them, and bound them tightly with seven or eight loops. Two knots were tied between the wrists for reinforcement. Then, with a ruthless tug on the rope, she pulled Penelope's bound wrists up to the back of her neck, wrapping the rope around her neck to fix her wrists and neck together. "Damn you! Hmph! Gurgle?!" As soon as Rosalind loosened her grip, Penelope strained with all her might, twisting the wrists fixed behind her neck. But her struggle was met with an unbearable, intense suffocation, nearly forcing her tongue out. "Didn't you have a lot of strength? Keep struggling, let's see if the ropes binding your wrists snap first, or if your neck breaks!" Rosalind sneered. This time, she grabbed Penelope's trembling elbows and bound them with rope, clamping them tightly together. Now Penelope's arms were completely fixed behind her in a W shape, making any further struggle extremely difficult unless she was willing to risk snapping her own neck. "Ugh~ You, let me go! If you have the guts, fight me honorably!" Penelope was desperate, but her upper body was completely bound and she couldn't break free. Only her legs, clad in black stockings and high-heeled boots, could still move. She was now forcefully bending them backward, trying to kick Rosalind. However, Rosalind, straddling her, simply arched her pert buttocks back slightly, trapping Penelope's stocking-clad legs between her own, making further struggle impossible. "Heh, didn't I defeat you honorably and bind you? Come, it's your breasts' turn~" Rosalind yanked Penelope's upper body back slightly and then used dense ropes to bind her pair of firm, ample breasts. Each rope was pressed deeply into Penelope's soft breast flesh, making her large breasts swell like two balloons with their ends tightly tied. "Mmm~" Penelope was rendered speechless, unable to retort. Even her struggles weakened, and she could only grit her teeth, enduring the aching constraint of the ropes. "No more struggling? You're foolishly cute!" Rosalind then wove a dense net of ropes around Penelope's waist, converging them into her crotch and pulling tight. "Wait~! Ughhh?!" The rope directly spread Penelope's honeyed orifice and rear opening apart. The pain and tingling stimulation caused her entire body to arch backward. "I never expected someone like you, a big-breasted muscle woman, to make such sounds~ But you'll be making more from now on!" Rosalind suddenly slapped Penelope's pert buttocks, leaving a bright red handprint. She then began to bind Penelope's incredibly long, stocking-clad legs with rope. As a demon, Penelope was slightly taller than the carefully selected elite knights of the church. Compared to a human or elf woman of 170cm, Penelope's height of over 180cm made her exceptionally tall. Her long, firm, stocking-clad legs accounted for a large proportion of her height, giving her a well-built yet not bulky physique, but rather a balanced one. "Aah?!" Penelope cried out, her pert buttocks twitching. Her full, firm, stocking-clad thighs were clamped between Rosalind's legs and bound with dense rope. Because her legs were so long, it took a lot of rope to bind them. Rosalind used seven or eight meters of rope to bind her thighs at four points: the root, the middle, and above and below the knees, with two reinforcing strands vertically between them, causing the rope to embed completely into her firm skin. She then used rope to clamp Penelope's slender calves together and bound them with three sets of ropes at the top, middle, and bottom. Finally, she wrapped seven or eight loops of rope around her ankles, which were clad in high-heeled combat boots, pulling down on the heels to completely bind Penelope's two long, stocking-clad legs into one, making them inseparable. "Your legs, you lowly demon bitch, are so long, they wasted quite a bit of my rope~ Come on, you're strong, aren't you? Try to struggle for me?" After finishing the binding, Rosalind caressed Penelope's tightly clamped, smooth, stocking-clad legs and slapped her pert buttocks several times. "Mmm~ So, so tight... Damn it!" As soon as Rosalind released her grip, Penelope writhed in place like a segment of meat in a stocking, her bound thighs pressing together. The skin on her legs felt like a bulging gourd under the constriction of the ropes. These ropes completely suppressed her battle aura, rendering her astonishing strength useless within their confines. Penelope's heart sank. She couldn't even imagine the fate of a demon general like herself falling into the hands of the church. Finally, Rosalind grabbed Penelope's ankles and tied two golden ropes in the gap between her clamped feet. The other end was connected to her wrists, which were bound to the back of her neck. With a tight pull, Rosalind's bound body arched backward like a shrimp, her high-heeled boots' pointed heels even pressing against the back of her head, her entire body taut in a perfect circle. "Ugh~ My bones, they're, they're going to break! Bastard! Let, let go!!!" In the extreme, shrimp-like pose, Penelope's entire beautiful musculature was tensed to its maximum. As she struggled shamefully, her body, almost bound into a circle, swayed back and forth on the ground, like a well-built female leopard captured by humans, possessing all her strength but utterly unable to use it. "Alright, the interrogation is about to begin~ If you want to die a quick death, you'd better be honest from now on!" Rosalind paid no mind to Penelope's pain. She took out a large red gag ball, pried open Penelope's mouth, and slowly pushed it in, then tied the strap behind her head, completely stripping Penelope of her ability to speak. "Mmph! Mmph mmph!!" In her struggle, Penelope was directly lifted by the rope connecting her hands and feet. Her tightly bound body seemed on the verge of snapping, eliciting pained moans. Rosalind then carried Penelope, like a piece of cargo, to Saloris, who had been watching the entire ordeal. "Mmph?!" Saloris looked at Rosalind with a complex gaze. "Saloris~ I came specifically for you today, but things happened unexpectedly. We'll settle our grievances another time..." Rosalind slung Penelope's bound body over her shoulder, then tossed her into the prison cell of the Holy Knight Order. After locking the door, she reinforced the damaged areas with magic. Then, she walked with her high-heeled legs to Modesti, who was chained with golden chains, and kicked her a considerable distance. "Ugh! Gurgle?!"

"Hmph, weren't you just so powerful? Now you're bound like a piece of meat?" Rosalind strode forward, her high heels clicking, and lifted Audacity's chin with a delicate hand. "Mmmph~" This level of restraint array, let alone compared to me, is far inferior to even the little saintess~ Audacity scoffed internally. With a slight exertion of her body, the chains binding her entire form let out a creaking sound of being unable to bear the strain. After all, while the "Chains of Ten Thousand Demons" array had a special effect that doubled its power against demons, Audacity was not a demon at all. "What?!" Rosalind instinctively sensed something was wrong. The next instant, she saw her golden chains snap and scatter across the floor, while Audacity stood unharmed. "Mmm~ Quite bold, little girl~ Binding me without a word. It seems I don't need to hold back anymore!" Audacity removed the gag and tossed it aside, a dangerous glint in her beautiful eyes. If she wasn't provoked, she wouldn't bother anyone. But since someone dared to provoke her without knowing their place, Audacity saw no need to show mercy. White Knight, Black Knight, it didn't matter. They'd all end up as meat in stockings. "So, so easily..." Rosalind's shock was immeasurable. The chains shot from that array, even if they bound her, she couldn't break free. Yet, on that red-haired woman, they snapped as if they were ordinary ropes? She, after undergoing brutal training, believed her strength was unmatched in the world. She never expected there were greater powers beyond her comprehension. "Are you done? It's my turn now!" Audacity licked her lips with a seductive smile, wiping away a stray drop of saliva from the gag. "Don't underestimate me! It's not over yet! Sword of the End, Demon King Hunt III~" Intense unwillingness filled Rosalind's heart, fueling her strength. She rapidly retreated a few steps, gripping her sword tightly, and assumed a very peculiar starting stance. Countless sword energies gathered on the blade, brewing a world-shattering, all-penetrating momentum. "Hmm? This move isn't..." Audacity couldn't help but frown. This was clearly the ultimate sword technique the previous hero used to slay the former Demon King. When Audacity had just become the Demon King, she had attempted to assassinate the previous hero and was caught off guard by this move, which severed her tail. In that case, after the previous hero's death, the person who could use this lost sword technique... "Heh heh, so it's that little girl. I didn't expect she was still alive..." Audacity finally understood. She recognized the White Knight Rosalind before her as the same little girl she had almost toyed to death and then sold to the beastmen. She never imagined she would not only survive but also achieve the Super Saint rank and become a White Knight of the Church. It couldn't be helped; Audacity had played with too many women to remember each one. However, memories were memories. Audacity had no intention of being careless this time. She knew the previous hero had injured her with this move. Although this little girl before her didn't possess the hero's full inheritance and was no match, Audacity would not allow any unpredictable variable to occur. Thus, she lightly tapped the ground with her high-heeled foot, vanishing from her spot and instantly appearing before Rosalind. Before the latter could complete her charge, Audacity grabbed her sword-wielding hands and forcefully shoved them towards the ceiling.

"Hmm? You still want to run?!" Rosalind turned her head with lingering dissatisfaction, only to find Penelope, whom she had just tossed aside, slowly wriggling her spread-eagled, tightly bound body towards the door. Annoyance flared within her. Could this severe four-point spread not hold down this bitch? "Mmmph mmmph?!" Penelope, noticing Rosalind's ill-intentioned gaze, let out a few panicked moans from her gagged mouth. Her bound body began to wriggle even more desperately towards the door, as if she truly believed she could escape. Rosalind, however, caught up in just a few steps. "Click~" A golden, gleaming metal dog collar was directly fastened around Penelope's slender white neck, followed by a surge of holy energy that swept over her body. "Guh-oh-oh-oh-oh?!" Penelope instantly rolled her eyes and screamed. Her bound body even began to emit a sizzling, smoky haze as the holy energy purified it, stripping away all her strength in an instant. She collapsed onto the ground, limp and boneless. "Heh heh, you really wanted to run, didn't you? I'll let you run to your heart's content~" Rosalind quickly untied the ropes binding Penelope. However, her body, just ravaged by the holy energy specifically designed to counter demons, was like a puddle of mud, completely devoid of the strength to resist. "Mmmph mmmph?!" Rosalind folded Penelope's arms along her elbows and re-bound them with golden ropes. Her arms were spread apart, the upper and lower arms tightly wrapped together, and then encased in pure white leather arm cuffs specifically for dog-binding. The cuffs were tightened to their maximum, fixing Penelope's hands to her shoulders, forcing her to rest on her elbows. Penelope's long, slender legs, clad in black stockings and high-heeled boots, were treated similarly. Her legs were spread apart, each thigh tightly bound to its calf, ankles and upper thighs bound together, calves and thighs bound together, and finally, her knees were tightly wrapped with ropes above and below. The pair of high-heeled legs were then encased in dog-binding leg restraints. Once fully tightened and locked, Penelope's high-heeled boots were pushed up against her ample buttocks, leaving her only able to rest on her knees, truly resembling a hot, shapely female dog. "Get up~" Rosalind, having restrained Penelope like a dog, cast a spell to restore her strength, the same kind that drained holy energy. "Penelope~ Your true form is a hellhound, isn't it? Being bound like this, like a shameless bitch, doesn't it make you feel even more comfortable?!" Rosalind crouched in front of Penelope and removed the gag from her mouth. "Mmph! Spit! You're talking nonsense! You~ Ah? Hnn? Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh?!" Penelope spat as soon as she opened her mouth, but her tongue was immediately yanked out by the other woman. An extremely tight O-ring was then forced into Penelope's mouth, the ring stretching her lips to their maximum, causing her tongue to protrude uncontrollably. Saliva dripped incessantly from the tip of Penelope's tongue, making her look exactly like a dog panting with its tongue out, unable to control its drool. "Hmph mmm~ Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh!!!" Penelope shrieked in rage. While her true form was indeed a hellhound, she had never been bound like a dog in her human form. "Hmph, you lowly demon bitch, stop barking like a dog! Let me tell you, this is far from over~" Rosalind tugged on the chain attached to Penelope's collar, dragging her towards Modesty as if she were a dog. Penelope naturally whined and protested vehemently but was still forcibly dragged along. Modesty, who had been screaming with her head thrown back under the torment of the white oak stake and the vibrator, was unable to pay attention to her companion. Rosalind pushed Penelope down in front of Modesty's high-heeled feet, which were nailed to the bottom of the cross. She then took out a golden, blooming pear and shoved it directly into Penelope's ample, upturned buttocks, which were spread wide due to the dog-binding. The blooming pear quickly disappeared entirely into her anus, instantly stretching it wide. "Hiss mmm~ Hooo-oh-oh-oh-oh?! Yah~ My ass?! It's going to split?!" Penelope's lower body went limp, and she almost collapsed completely. However, her torment was far from over. Immediately, another thick blooming pear was directly inserted into Penelope's tender honeypot. "Guh-hnn~ Woo-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee?!" This time, Penelope couldn't even support her own body. Her bound, spread legs in black stockings and boots instantly went limp, and her tightly bound body collapsed onto the ground. "Bitch~ Who told you to lie down? Get up!" Rosalind produced a barbed mouth gag and clamped it directly onto Penelope's protruding tongue. The end of the gag was attached to a long string of fine chains. Rosalind pulled the chain holding her tongue and locked the other end onto a buckle fixed to the ground, forcibly pulling Penelope's bound body upright by her tongue. "Hoo mmm~ Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh?! My tongue?! My tongue is being?!?" Penelope even felt as if her tongue was about to be torn off. To alleviate the pain, she could only force herself to stand up. But the torment was far from over. Rosalind, one hand on each, pulled the ends of the blooming pears deep within Penelope's honeypot and rear, locking the connecting chains onto buckles on the ground beneath her lower body. Three chains thus fixed Penelope's bound body in the middle, front and back, leaving absolutely no room for movement. She couldn't even crouch down. "Goo-oo?! Goo-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh?!" At first, Penelope struggled in rage, but the blooming pears deep within her honeypot and anus were simultaneously pulled by the chains connected to the ground. They bloomed like flowers within Penelope's honeypot and rear, causing her firm, toned body to instantly stiffen, followed by uncontrollable, violent convulsions.

"Mmmph?!" Penelope's arms were folded along her elbows by Rosalind, bound in a new way with golden ropes. Her arms were spread apart, upper and lower arms pressed tightly together, wrapped around and around. Outside of that, a pair of pure white leather arm restraints, specifically for dog bondage, were fitted, each loop tightened to the maximum. This completely secured Penelope's hands at her shoulders, forcing her to bear weight only on her elbows. Penelope's long, slender legs, encased in black stockings and high heels, were treated the same way. Her silken legs were spread apart, each thigh pressed against the calf and bound tightly in loops. Her ankles were bound together with her upper thighs, her calves bound to her thighs, and finally, her knees were tightly wrapped with dense ropes above and below. The final touch was a pair of dog bondage leg restraints wrapped around her high-heeled legs. Once fully tightened and locked, Penelope's elegant feet in their high-heeled boots were pressed against her own ample buttocks, forcing her to kneel only on her knees, truly resembling a shapely female dog. "Get up~" Rosalind, having restrained Penelope like a dog, cast a spell to restore her stamina, the same kind that drained holy energy. "Penelope~ Your true form is a hellhound, isn't it? Being bound like this, like a shameless bitch, doesn't it make you feel a little more comfortable?!" Rosalind crouched in front of Penelope and removed the gag from her mouth. "Mmmph~ Spit! You're full of shit! You~ Ah? Hnnngh? Eeeeek?!" Penelope opened her mouth to curse, but her tongue was immediately yanked out by the other woman. A very tight mouth gag was then forced into Penelope's lips, stretching them to their maximum and forcing her tongue out uncontrollably. Crystal-clear saliva dripped incessantly from the tip of Penelope's tongue, truly making her look like a dog panting with its tongue out, unable to control its drool. "Hmph~ Eeeeek!!!" Penelope shrieked in rage. While her true form was indeed a hellhound, she had never been bound like a bitch in her human form. "Hmph, you vulgar demon bitch, stop barking like that! Let me tell you, this is far from over~" Rosalind, holding the chain attached to Penelope's collar, dragged her towards Modesty as if she were leading a dog. Penelope naturally whimpered and struggled with all her might, but was still forcibly dragged along. Modesty, who had been screaming with her head thrown back under the torment of the white oak stake and the vibrator, was too preoccupied to pay attention to her companion. Rosalind pressed Penelope down opposite Modesty's high-heeled feet, which were nailed to the bottom of the cross. She then took out a golden, blooming pear and thrust it directly into Penelope's ample, upturned buttocks, which were already spread by the dog bondage. The blooming pear quickly submerged itself entirely into Penelope's anus, instantly stretching it wide open. "Hiss~ Ohhhhhh?!?" Ahh~ My ass?! It's going to split open?! Penelope's lower body went limp, and she almost collapsed. But her torment was far from over. Immediately, another thick blooming pear was thrust directly into Penelope's tender cunt. "Guhng~ Eeeeeeeek?!" This time, Penelope couldn't even support her own body. Her black-stockinged legs, bound and folded, instantly went limp, and her tightly bound body collapsed onto the ground. "Bitch~ Who told you to lie down? Get up!" Rosalind produced a barbed gag and clamped it onto Penelope's protruding tongue. The end of the gag was attached to a long string of small chains. Rosalind, pulling the chain attached to Penelope's tongue, locked the other end onto a buckle fixed to the ground, forcibly yanking Penelope's tongue to pull her dog-bound body upright. "Hngh~ Eeeeek?!" My tongue?! My tongue is being pulled?! Penelope could feel her tongue about to be ripped off. To alleviate the pain, she was forced to prop herself up. But the torment was far from over. Rosalind, one hand on each blooming pear deep within Penelope's cunt and anus, locked the connecting chains onto buckles on the ground beneath her. Three chains, front and back, thus fixed Penelope's dog-bound body in the middle, leaving absolutely no room for movement. She couldn't even lower herself to lie down. "Guhwu?! Guooooooohhhhhh?!" At first, Penelope struggled in anger, but the blooming pears deep within her cunt and anus were simultaneously pulled by the chains connected to the ground, blooming like flowers within Penelope's cunt and anus. This caused her firm, toned body to instantly stiffen, followed by uncontrollable, violent spasms. "Pfft~" A translucent stream instantly gushed from Penelope's lower body, immediately drenching the ground. "Eeeeeeeek?! Guhngh?!" Penelope writhed on the ground in extreme pain, but every movement either yanked her tongue fiercely or caused the blooming pears in her anus and cunt to open even wider, each time more agonizing than the last. In the end, she could only painfully prop herself up on her elbows and her folded, bound knees, like a bitch, daring not to move. "Heh, that's more like it. As a vulgar demon bitch, you should have the awareness of a bitch." Rosalind sneered, then walked a few steps to the struggling Penelope and sat directly on her waist, crossing her grey-stockinged legs. Indeed, bound in this dog-like posture, Penelope truly resembled a stool that someone could sit on.

"Hiss-mm~ Oh-hng-oh-oh-oh-oh?! Hng-m-uh-uh-uh-uh?!?" Saloris let out a series of unintelligible, high-pitched moans, her bound body trembling uncontrollably. The trident vibrator seemed custom-made for the dimensions of her pussy; the urethral plug and clitoral suction cup were perfectly aligned with their respective spots, fitting snugly. The thick, long main body of the vibrator stretched her pussy wide open, its tip pressing directly against Saloris's cervix. The pearl-shaped massager attached to the chastity device was also fully inserted, segment by segment, into her tender asshole, making even the slightest wiggle of her ass elicit intense stimulation. After securing it, Rosalind pressed down a few times on the exterior of the chastity device with her jade-like hands, ensuring the internal mechanisms maximally invaded Saloris's honey pot, naturally eliciting continuous moans from the beautiful woman. Once everything was confirmed, she tightly locked the deadly chastity device onto Saloris's lower body. "Hng-hng-hng~ Hiss-mm~ Guh-uh-uh-uh~!" Poor Saloris's lower abdomen was slightly distended. She involuntarily clamped her legs together, her straight, slender, and firm thighs appearing even more alluringly curved beneath the sheer black stockings and dragon-skin bodysuit. Rosalind then used dense ropes to bind her tightly at the base of her clamped thighs, the middle of her thighs, and above and below her knees. Six ropes per set, divided into four groups, bound her bountiful thighs like tightly tied rice dumplings. Rosalind then gripped her slender calves, binding them tightly from three points—upper, middle, and lower—plus her two tender ankles, making Saloris's long, firm legs appear as if they had grown together, unable to separate. Even so, Saloris's bondage was far from over. Rosalind continued to take out over a dozen black dragon-skin restraints, starting from her clamped silken legs and wrapping them tightly around her ankles, calves, above and below her knees, thighs, and the base of her thighs. Her upper body, along with her arms, was also bound to her waist and above and below her breasts. Her clamped arms were further secured with restraints at four points from wrist to upper arm, creating another layer of binding outside the ropes. Only then did Rosalind retrieve her prized pair of black dragon-skin single-tube restrictive high-heeled boots. The heels were over twenty centimeters high and extremely sharp. After forcibly fitting them onto Saloris's legs, they forced her silken feet to point their toes to the maximum extent. The single-tube restrictive boots reached Saloris's knees, severely encasing her feet and calves. After tightening the straps of the restrictive boots, Saloris's legs were truly bound together like a mermaid's tail, with no visible gap. "Hng-wu~ Mmm!" Saloris had mostly recovered her strength by now. However, the severe bondage, combined with the several rods inserted into her lower body that made her body go limp, caused a tingling sensation from head to toe with every struggle. The ropes and restraints binding her beautiful legs had long since dug deeply into every inch of her skin, making it impossible for her to even bend her taut silken legs. Saloris's arms, bound behind her in a European-style straight-arm bind, were also encased in a pair of dragon-skin single-tube restrictive gloves that kept her elbows together. Rosalind tightened the straps of the single-tube restrictive gloves, then wrapped a tight black dragon-skin corset around her slender waist. Saloris had truly become a human puppet, so tightly bound that she couldn't even bend her body. Finally, she attached two milking devices that completely adhered to Saloris's nipples to her pair of firm, ample breasts. After connecting the tubes, Saloris was completely reduced to a motionless, stunningly beautiful human doll. "Finished. Now I just need to place you in the device~" Rosalind scooped up the puppet-like Saloris and carried her to the most conspicuous crystal cabinet in the room. She slowly pressed her into it. The cabinet's built-in metal restraints naturally locked and secured her around her slender ankles, calves, above and below her knees, thighs, the base of her thighs, her waist, above and below her breasts, and her neck. Saloris's toes touched the ground, her entire bound body fixed vertically within. Then, Rosalind personally connected several transparent tubes, linked to Saloris's urethra, pussy, anus, and breasts, to the device beneath the crystal cabinet. She then stood on tiptoe and personally removed the gag that had been bothering Saloris. "Mmm-ah?! Cough-cough-cough~ Hooo-mm~ No, wait~ Oh-hng?! Woo-oh-oh-oh-oh?!" Due to the extreme tightness of her full-body restraints and the constant stimulation of her sensitive areas, even though her mouth was free, Saloris moaned for a long time, unable to speak. When she tried to open her mouth, Rosalind directly shoved a gag with a long, thick dildo into it, silencing her every word. The dildo attached to the gag was hollow, designed to prop open Saloris's throat and infuse her body with the circulating bodily fluids from the device.