The Fall of the Dragon Lady (a collection of short works)

Honestly, Bianca had no plan whatsoever. Besides her frail and sensitive body gradually neutralizing the limitations imposed by the evil god's fragments on her abilities at a slow, almost imperceptible pace, there was nothing else she could count on. A mere palace maid could cast a contemptuous gaze at her, as if she were livestock, even mock and humiliate her with a flippant tone. What Bianca would have once incinerated with dragon fire as disrespect, had now become a part of her daily life that she had no choice but to accept. If the previous days... the whipping in the ballet hall had allowed her to understand a little about the elegance and nobility of her current master, Princess Serina, who kept her, and had made her somewhat more accepting of her own sensitive, lewd body, which craved rough ravishment, being exploited by her mistress, then the disdain shown by these lowly maids was something Bianca could not let go of, no matter what. The restrictive skirts she wore became increasingly elaborate, and the craftsmanship and materials used grew more refined. So much so that Bianca even began to develop an ineffable sense of submission towards these restrictive tube skirts that wrapped around her body like tape. The restrictive leather skirts, which usually extended past her knees, left no room

In a dimly lit dungeon, the sound of chains dragging across stone bricks echoed. "Gurgle~..." Bianca, gagged and escorted by two vividly dressed maids, struggled to walk, her steps heavy and faltering amidst cumbersome restraints as she moved forward. After a full day of whipping and training in the courtyard the day before yesterday, the devilish little princess had, for the first time, allowed Bianca to rest in her cell for a day. Though it was called rest, the little princess was also, bit by bit, deepening the psychological training of Bianca. The place of her confinement had returned to the dungeon beneath the little princess's chambers, but the iron door was merely closed, not locked. Just like the day before yesterday, Bianca could walk out of the cell at any time if she wished to push the door open. However, after the lesson of the day before yesterday, Bianca had come to fear this seemingly ajar cell door. Although Bianca might not have consciously noticed it, after a day of punishment, she had already been subtly molded in the direction the little princess desired, becoming more submissive. Sturdy shackles that could bind the flesh could be crafted by artisans, provided they had quality materials. However, invisible shackles that could bind the mind could only be slowly woven like a shadow by continuously punishing her heart that yearned for freedom. For Bianca, who had experienced such a drastic reversal of power in an instant, a day of terrifying memories, coupled with the humiliation endured in public, was enough to weave a set of shackles that would be difficult to shed. While calling it rest, the little princess naturally did not give Bianca a chance to recuperate.

The moment Hong Xue left the reception room, the cold, merciless electronic voice of the broadcast echoed through the empty corridors of Rhodes Island, an eerie and false sound in the vastness. "What do you want! Let me go! I didn't do anything wrong!" In the central hall of Rhodes Island, the most crowded area, a large circle of onlookers had gathered. Many people surrounded Hong Xue, who was bound in the center of the hall, their excited discussions drowning out her cries. The scene was one that was hard not to imagine. An apparatus resembling an execution platform had appeared in the middle of the hall. Hong Xue was now securely fastened to it in a highly exposed pose, her beautiful and alluring body displayed to the restless crowd. Her ankles were trapped in heavy metal shackles at the end of the platform, her feet extending through the circular openings, soles facing the crowd. Several loops for her toes dangled loosely from the back of her feet – it seemed the height of this shackle was a bit too small for Hong Xue's long, elegant feet. Her strappy sandals hung loosely on either side of her feet, one on each side. The dark footprints on the soles were very distinct. One would not expect such deep imprints on shoes worn for only a day; perhaps these soles were made of a special material. Her calves and upper arms were each wrapped in four cylindrical leather restraints. The buckles on these restraints were locked to the platform, pulling her entire body into a shape resembling a giant X. However, her upper body was still at an angle to the ground, making it look as if she were leaning back on a lounge chair with her hands raised. After leaving the reception room and before she could even return to her dormitory, the unfortunate Hong Xue was forcibly dragged here by several S.W.E.E.P. members. Without explanation, they bound her here. Hong Xue, still confused about the situation, struggled on the rack, but it only served to make her sexy curves writhe more seductively. "Operator Hong Xue is suspected of multiple violations, including repeated breaches of operator dress code during work hours, attempting to bribe partners with erotic transactions, and assaulting a distinguished guest. Rhodes Island has decided to implement public tickling disciplinary measures. All present personnel are permitted to participate in this punitive action against Operator Hong Xue." "Wh-what?" The emotionless announcement came from the hall's broadcast. The crowd in the hall erupted. Hong Xue listened dumbfounded to the utterly unreasonable notification, her face filled with disbelief. "You're slandering me! I didn't!"

"Oh~ Right, I just remembered. A powerful character like you, big sister, can't be allowed to run around so freely~" She put on a look of sudden inspiration, then playfully beckoned to the maids behind her, whispering something into their ears with a mischievous grin, all while peeking at Bianca's stunned expression. When Bianca turned back, she saw two maids smiling as they approached, holding ropes. "No! Guk!!... Woo woo!" Before Bianca could even get up from the ground, the agile maids had already circled behind her, pinning her shoulders and seizing her arms. Without a word, they shoved a red gag into her mouth. The double-stranded red rope, tied with knots, looked alluring and vibrant against the pale pink ballet leotard that hinted at her skin. As the maids threaded the rope through Bianca's [X_X], and pulled hard, the vibrator, tightly wedged into her [X_X], caused Bianca to arch her head back with a moan. With the slightest movement, the short skirt would slightly reveal her most hidden garden. Her forearms were tightly bound together, folded behind her back in a way that seemed to push the limits of her ligaments, pressed tightly against each other. Several ropes were securely fastened around her wrists and forearms below the elbow, combined with the ropes tightly wrapped around her upper arms, binding her arms firmly behind her back. Her arms, essential for balancing her body, were now tightly bound to her torso, creating an extreme sense of disharmony. Coupled with the locked ballet heels on her feet, Bianca found it incredibly difficult to even maintain a normal standing posture. "Alright, now please, young lady, imitate the little princess. Cross your legs slightly, point your toes, and stand steady." The ballet instructor's expression was gentle, but she was already beginning to subtly make things difficult for Bianca. She turned her head to glance at the little princess beside her. As the princess lightly touched her toes to the ground, her skirt elegantly swayed. Her legs crossed gracefully, and her arms spread like the wings of a white swan, magnificent and noble. Each delicate finger seemed infused with soul, captivatingly agile, elegantly forming a preparatory pose above her head. In an instant, Bianca was deeply captivated by the exquisite scene before her. The bright mirror hall was excellently lit, facing the windows. The little princess's gossamer-thin clothing appeared even more translucent. The fine white silk clinging to her skin shimmered slightly, making her alluring skin tone even more apparent, even showing a faint pink hue. Her body's curves were clearly defined under the sunlight. Although she was still developing, Bianca felt an undeniable stir in her heart...

"Then... I don't want to be in a state of constant orgasm without rest like before. That... was truly unbearable, I really don't want to experience it a second time." "Oh, you're recalling that incident, aren't you?" Eula offered a knowing smile, the two of them sharing a memory of Eula relentlessly attacking Collei's nether regions, driving her to continuous orgasms until she wished for death. "You don't accept pain, nor do you like forced orgasms. Hmm... heavy kinks are automatically excluded too. Well, I think I know how to play with you now," Eula mused aloud, as if talking to herself. "Alright, anything else? If not, put on the blindfold, position your hands, and we'll begin." "I think that's all. Thank you, Miss Eula." With that, Collei took the black blindfold Eula offered and put it on. Her wrists and ankles were then securely fastened to an X-shaped frame with leather straps, awaiting the unknown training that was about to commence. She tried to twist her wrists, applying a little force in an attempt to break free, but to no avail. *This thing is really tight...* Collei thought to herself. As a crisp metallic click echoed from the buckle around her waist, Collei completely lost her freedom to struggle, and the training began. Deprived of her sight by the blindfold, Collei waited in the darkness for her partner's next move. The spacious room was eerily quiet; the only sound audible was her own nervous breathing. Suddenly, a peculiar tingling sensation spread from her nipples. Almost simultaneously, her lips were completely enveloped by a soft, yielding touch, followed by a warm, wet tongue invading her mouth. "Mmmph!!" Eula's nimble tongue was far more assertive than Amber's. It ceaselessly churned within Collei's mouth, always dominating the kiss. In the midst of the intense deep kiss, Collei's body trembled violently. She wanted to say something, but her mouth was entirely occupied, leaving her no choice but to endure the waves of pleasure from her nipples, emitting helpless yet tinged with a hint of delight moans. *This feeling... are those fingers?* Collei's mind raced in the darkness, trying to deduce her partner's methods of training through the sensations on her body. Just as she felt, Eula was employing her pride-worthy nimble fingerwork, caressing Collei's tender nipples. One moment she would flick them with her index finger, the next she would pinch the sensitive peaks with her thumb and index finger, tugging and stimulating them slightly. Then she would switch to simply pressing with her fingertips, a series of gentle strokes and caresses that left Collei slick with sweat and panting, her pretty face flushed like a ripe red apple. "Heh~" Eula slowly pulled her lips away, drawing out a long, glistening thread. She watched Collei, who was desperately pressing her lips together, trying not to make a sound, and let out a soft smile. "So cute~"

"Mmmph~" Laufer tried to say something, but could only blush, turning her face away, not daring to look again. Charles, however, thoughtfully removed the leather gag, watching the saliva stretch into a fine thread between the gag and Laufer's tender lips. Feeling playful, Charles put the red gag between his own lips, lapping up all of Laufer's saliva, not even sparing the residual moisture on the leather gag. "Ah... ah-mmph... don't... Char... Charles?" Laufer, having just had the gag removed, couldn't speak properly. As Charles "gulped," swallowing all the saliva, Laufer opened her mouth wide, unsure what to say. "Hehe~ It's sweet~" Charles put down the gag. "N-no... don't say that, it's... it's so embarrassing." "Speaking of which... after all that cum, Sister Laufer's dick is still hard. Don't you get tired, you perverted dick?" Charles wiggled the stocking in his right hand. "Mmmph... it's not like that... I..." Laufer's voice was choked with tears. "Charles, you're bullying me~" "Alright, alright~ I like Sister Laufer no matter what." Charles wiped Laufer's nose and then patted her head. "If we don't clean this up... we can't sleep." Charles frowned, looking at the wet bedsheets. This drew another complaint from Laufer, "It's not my fault you said seeing me like this gave you more motivation to do your homework... mmmph..." "Here... bite here, and help me take off these stockings. I can't clean them like this." Charles held up the stocking still on his hand, covered in semen. He still had a half-smile on his face, finding it very satisfying to tease Laufer like this. "Mmmph... I... I refuse." Laufer's pretty face turned bright red as she looked at the soaked stocking on Charles's delicate hand. "This is also part of the punishment~ Or does Sister Laufer want to continue..." Charles said, his toes already pressing against Charles's crotch, gently caressing and arousing his balls. "Mmm... bad... bad Charles..." Laufer could only look shy. Her lips parted slightly, her teeth biting down on the tip of the stocking, pulling it off Charles's hand. Charles looked at Laufer's wronged expression with satisfaction. "Bite down and don't let go, okay~ Let Charles clean up a bit." "Hmph!" Laufer, with the stocking covered in her own bodily fluids in her mouth, naturally couldn't speak and could only let out an angry hmph to express her displeasure. Charles, meanwhile, tidied up the mess on the bed, untying the ropes and straps that bound Laufer's legs, but he didn't remove the single-hand glove. Laufer had to retreat to the side, biting the stocking, while Charles changed the wet bedsheet. Naturally, Charles didn't miss the opportunity to laugh at the stain, and after cleaning up, he found Laufer biting the stocking amusing. He couldn't bear to tease her any further. "Sister Laufer worked very hard today too~" He reached out and took the stocking from her mouth. "Let's take a bath and go to sleep~" With that, he started to lead Laufer out, her four delicate stockinged feet stepping onto the floor. "Wait... wait a moment, Charles, untie me first." Laufer anxiously shook her still-bound hands. Her transparent maid outfit revealed a large amount of Laufer's skin, and even her dick, wrapped in a stocking, pushed up the hem of the skirt. "It's fine, Sister Laufer, there's no one else outside right now, let's hurry~" Charles paused. "Or does Sister want to sleep like this~ Then I wouldn't mind..."