Mira's Kingdom Adventure

The small room where Mira and Afiya were confined fell silent. After the bunny girls retreated, Mira finally dared to begin her journey of untying herself. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph~" The two schoolgirl-clad maidens sat on small stools, their delicate bodies wriggling in unison. They had initially thought the bunny girls' binding skills wouldn't be as good as the previous slave traders, but gradually Mira realized that even so, she couldn't break free from the ropes' restraint. The two girls kept squirming and whimpering, even kicking off the small leather shoes that encased their silken feet. The friction of their bare feet against the floor made rustling sounds, yet they still couldn't escape. Instead, they were left breathless, inhaling more of the unknown bunny girls' pantyhose scent. Although they still couldn't figure out how they were captured without doing anything, the immediate priority was to untie the ropes. This wasn't working. Afiya couldn't reach the knot hidden beneath her wrists, so she could only lean her entire body towards Mira, extending her hands, which were tied behind her back, towards Mira. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph~" Mira instantly understood Afiya's intention. She also turned her body to the other side, positioning herself almost with her back to Afiya, offering her hands to Afiya. Since she couldn't feel the knot herself, she decided to let the other try. The two girls, connected by an unspoken understanding, adopted a peculiar pose, their hips pressed closely together. Afiya's trembling, slender hands fumbled around, first moving up from Mira's soft fingers. Upon touching the tight rope around her wrist, she began to pick and prod, trying to locate the hidden knot. She had initially thought this would be a relatively simple task, but Afiya, even with her face flushed red, couldn't find the knot. She had no idea how to deal with such intricate bondage, and coupled with her inability to see, she was completely relying on touch, randomly searching for that tiny knot. "Mmmwuwuwu!" Afiya stamped her feet in frustration. With her mouth and nose covered by pantyhose and her head wrapped, the more anxious she became, the more agitated she felt. Especially when it seemed like she was about to find the knot, but no matter how she pulled, it wouldn't budge. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph~" Mira was also anxious, but she was a bit calmer than Afiya because she had more experience, albeit in being tied up. She patted Afiya's slender hand, as if to say, "Let me try." Their slender hands exchanged positions, with Mira now taking on the role of the untier. The two girls were making their final efforts. Although Mira was burning with anxiety, her movements were considerably more meticulous than Afiya's. On one hand, they didn't know when the bunny girls would return; on the other, Mira worried that Sakura-neechan might also be subjected to such treatment. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph~" Feeling a protrusion around Afiya's wrist, Mira let out a pleased groan. She had found the annoying knot and now just needed to slowly loosen it. However, the two girls didn't get the chance to completely untie the knot. "Where did they go..." "I locked them inside..." "Then open the door, I'll send them over to Big Sister..." "Click, click, click—" "Mmmph mmmph mmmph~" Mira panicked. She and Afiya could hear the bunny girls talking outside the door, but they still hadn't untied the ropes. They were so close!

The Holy Church of Magic, a religious institution that manages all magic-related affairs in conjunction with the Kingdom, has established churches throughout the country. This independent church holds more authority than the Kingdom in certain aspects of magic. Beneath a statue of a benevolent and loving goddess, holding a sacred fire that resembled magical energy, Afiya gently placed Mira onto the red carpet. Mira's pink hair cascaded onto the carpet, accentuating her delicate posture. Afiya, the instigator of this situation, wore a slightly mesmerized smile as she reached out a slender hand to caress Mira's face. "Princess Mira, it's all your fault~" Afiya's smile faded as she retrieved a large bag from behind the statue. Upon opening it, bundles of white, reflective ropes were revealed. "Mmmph~" Mira, still asleep, seemed to sense something and let out a soft murmur. Afiya, meanwhile, had already picked up a rope and was positioning it above Mira's chest. Though her movements appeared somewhat clumsy, Afiya had spent considerable time practicing yesterday, which explained her drowsiness today. The nylon rope, as thick as a little finger, was crossed behind Mira and tightened. After looping twice above her breasts, it was pulled down towards the base of her flesh, causing Mira's small, bun-like breasts to swell considerably. The rope was then threaded through to her armpits, tightened at both ends, and wrapped around her chest with her back as the pivot point. It was coiled round and round, forming two sturdy rope pillars. Next, the rope was extended downwards, crossing her arms above her hips, and binding them securely in a cross shape. Despite still being asleep, a hint of discomfort flickered across Mira's serene face, her brow furrowed slightly. However, this did not soften Afiya's resolve. The small leather shoes on her stockinged feet were removed, and Afiya bent Mira's slender, white-stockinged legs back, her stockinged feet pressed against her buttocks. The rope was then tightened around her upper thighs and ankles. Both legs were treated the same way, rendering Mira's limbs immobile to a certain extent. Having completed this, Afiya stood up, casually kicking off her own leather shoes. A look of excitement crossed her face as she reached under her skirt. With a rustling sound, the ultra-thin, flesh-colored pantyhose were peeled off her slender legs. The sheer pantyhose, like a thin veil, carried Afiya's scent, mingled with a hint of maidenly sweat. After all, she had worn them for quite some time. Compared to Mira, Afiya was more athletic, skilled in martial arts, so the scent left on the stockings was naturally more potent. Although it wasn't the first time she had used her own stockings to gag Mira, Afiya still felt a thrill, her left hand, which was prying open Mira's mouth, trembling slightly. With her right hand, she first stuffed the large bunched-up waistband into Mira's mouth, then meticulously inserted the two long, thin legs of the stocking inch by inch with her fingers. With each push and pull, Mira began to stir, her delicate brows furrowing as she felt the foreign object in her mouth. Seeing this, Afiya quickly grabbed a roll of white bandages. The moment Mira's eyes fluttered open, Afiya pressed her lips shut and carefully wrapped the bandages around them, layer by layer. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph~" Mira, just waking up, felt groggy, a dull ache lingering in the back of her neck. The first thing she saw upon opening her eyes was Afiya's familiar, pretty face, but her body felt incredibly uncomfortable. Her hands and feet seemed to be severely restricted, preventing her from stopping Afiya from bandaging her mouth. What impressed her most, however, was the wad of stockings pressed against her mouth's skin. The strong scent of sweat far outweighed any personal fragrance, allowing Mira to fully savor the aroma of Afiya's delicate feet. "Oh my, Princess is awake?" The bandage, at least five or six layers thick, formed a substantial bulk over Mira's mouth, completely extinguishing any thought of spitting out the stockings. "Mmmwuwuwuwu!" Afiya, what are you doing?! Mira lay on her side, her bound posture preventing her from even rolling over. She could only writhe on the ground, her body rubbing against her own slender legs, which were encased in smooth stockings. "Just a moment~" Afiya patted Mira's pert buttocks and then sat down on her, pulling out a brand new, unopened pair of flesh-colored pantyhose from her pocket. Using Mira as a cushion, she casually tore open the packaging and, standing on her tiptoes, began to pull the folded pantyhose onto her delicate feet. "Mmmwuwuwuwu!" Mira was infuriated by Afiya's casual demeanor, as if she were enjoying afternoon tea. She was on the verge of jumping up and spanking her dear friend. Alas, no matter how much she cursed in her mind or fantasized about spanking Afiya, Mira could only squirm in reality, her hands restricted by the ropes behind her hips. Like a silkworm, she looked fierce in her own mind but was actually quite adorable. Afiya sat on Mira, pulling the stockinged legs up to her thighs before standing and pulling the waistband up to her hips, making her legs appear even more perfect beneath the stockings. "Don't be impatient, Mira, I'll help you properly now~" Afiya gently helped Mira, who was lying on the ground, to sit in a cross-legged position. She then pressed her body against Mira's back, her hands reaching around Mira's sides from behind and landing on Mira's chest, which was tightly bound by ropes. "Mmmwuwuwu~" Mira felt the buttons of her school uniform being unfastened one by one, exposing her smooth neck and the expanse of skin below her collarbone. After unbuttoning her uniform, Afiya's slender fingers stealthily moved to Mira's breasts, which were encased in a creamy white silk bra. Especially the two grape-like nipples at the tips, a mere gentle caress caused Mira to tremble and let out soft moans. Mira's pretty face flushed crimson, yet she still glared at Afiya with an annoyed expression.

"The little toys beneath you two have been enchanted with a magical mark. They won't stop unless the magic is depleted," the black-robed girl stated playfully. "Meaning, they'll be vibrating wantonly all night long~" "Hehehe~" "Mmmph mmmph mmmph~" Watching Mira and Afia's eyes grow increasingly hazy, the black-robed girl laughed gleefully. Then, as if struck by a sudden thought, she conjured two small black silk pouches out of thin air. These pouches had drawstrings at the opening for tightening and tying. Holding the pouches, the black-robed girl slipped them over Mira and Afia's free hands, encasing their fingers within the silk, and then cinched the openings shut, preventing them from using their fingers to undo their restraints. "This should be foolproof~" The black-robed girl let out a long sigh, seemingly pleased to have severed the girls' only means of escape. "Well then, I'll see you tomorrow. I look forward to you breaking free soon~" The black-robed girl gracefully stepped away and exited the church. "Mmmph mmmph~" "Wuwuwu~" Mira and Afia met each other's gaze, the burning passion in their eyes unspoken. Afia, bound in a cross-legged position, found it difficult to move. Only Mira, shifting her bound silken legs, slowly inched closer to Afia. They ended up chest to chest, their chins resting on each other's shoulders, leaning for support. They hadn't given up on escaping, but in this situation, their sisterly bond was more important. "Hoo..." The black-robed girl emerged from the bell tower and, just as she removed the hood from her head, she saw a tall, purple-haired girl hurrying towards her. Sakura, upon seeing the girl before her, who wore a black lace veil, had shoulder-length silver-grey hair, a sacred aura, and skin as fair as jade, blooming like a rose in the dark night, couldn't help but admire her inwardly. The magical aura emanating from her was something even Sakura couldn't quite fathom. "Excuse me, have you seen Princess Mira?" "Oh?" The black-robed girl's golden eyes blinked, but she soon shook her head. "Then, could I go in and look?" Sakura was, of course, referring to the church behind the girl. The girl tilted her head back, staring into Sakura's eyes, and decisively shook her head. "No, you're not qualified to enter~"

The second, third, and fourth sisters, all now tightly bound by rope, leather, and stocking seals, were lined up from left to right on the carpet in the center of the carriage, with Sakura and Lena stepping on their silken feet. Among them, the second sister was subjected to the strictest constraints, because just now she was the one with the most arrogant attitude. At this moment, the second sister, the messy white shirt and black pants still on her body, both arms were pulled behind her back, her small arms were tightly pressed together, and then wrapped up with tough nylon ropes one by one, at least six ropes were wrapped around each place. Her shoulders were spread back, her breasts were high, and her hands formed a long, thin "Y" shape. Of course, her hands were wrapped into two fists with layers of short stockings, which was called "doing unto others as they do unto you", and Mira would have been very pleased to see that. And that's not all, her arms were tightly bound behind her back, and a single black leather glove was placed over them, wrapping around her stockinged hands all the way up to her arms, covering her white hands in black leather, and two leather straps were crossed over her breasts, further compressing her body, and incidentally, the buttons of the blouse she was wearing had been undone to the bottom of her abdomen, revealing her sexy body. her lower abdomen, revealing her sexy black lace semi-transparent corset, with both points of her chest vaguely visible. The thin straps on the top of the single glove were tightened, wrapping the second sister's hands almost to the smallest degree, the shape of the top wide and the bottom narrow was like a swaying fishtail, and then on the outside of the single glove, including the elbows and the wrists of the area was once again tightened with restraining leather straps, as if treating the felons of the prison with the same caution. Of course it was only Sakura and Lena who had resorted to such harsh measures in order to vent their anger. The fitted pants worn by the second sister had their waistband unbuttoned, and the entire pair of pants had been slid down to the mid-thigh area, revealing her silky buttocks encased in ultra-thin black, oily pantyhose, with the finger-width lace thong between the crotch and corset as a complete set. Two cords were wrapped around its waist and then tied with three or five knots larger than a thumb's worth of chunks, down over the crotch of her second sister's stockings, ensuring that there would be enough knots to snag on her second sister's sensitive parts and give her unrivaled stimulation as she struggled to tug on them. Her black silk feet were bound behind her hips in an ankle-crossing fashion and were compressed so that her large and small legs were almost pressed together, and then the rope was led from the ankle-crossing and attached and secured to the metal ring at the end of that single glove, binding Second Sister into a team of hooves. The taut ropes ensured that Second Sister could only maintain this awkward position, while the ropes strung across her arms and torso through that single glove also made it impossible to separate her hands as they were pressed tightly behind her back. The high heels she was wearing were also peeled off, and a pair of softly curved, slenderly shaped black silk feet were splayed out above her hips, with her slender toes squeezed into the tips of her stockings as if they were neatly aligned piano keys, curling up tightly in response to her struggling movements. "Tch, be quiet!" Lena sat next to her, her calves wrapped in white pantyhose folded in one piece, while the one hanging in the air poked forward and traced the sole of her second sister's silken foot, which had been bucked up from teaming. Her mouth was also sealed with layers of flesh-colored pantyhose that she had taken off from her elder sister's legs. It didn't taste like much, just a whiff of sweat mixed with the leather of her heels, but being stuffed into pantyhose worn by her own sister still sent a wave of nausea through her second sister. Then a bandage was wrapped around her lips in a circle, and the outside was covered with tape to cover her skin below her nose, and finally the leather mask they had brought with them to make sure that there was not the slightest possibility that she could get the tight gag open, and at the same time this also minimized her moans. Looking back at the third and fourth sisters, they were subjected to similar constraints, their mouths were stuffed with pantyhose taken from the legs of the fifth sister and Sakura, and then the outside was gagged with tape and bandages, and finally the leather masks were put on. Because of the variety and quantity of restraints they brought with them, they didn't have to worry about the problem of not having enough rope or other props. For the upper body, one of them had her hands tied behind her back, while the other had her wrists crossed behind her back, and both of their hands were covered with five to six layers of short stockings beforehand, and Sakura decided to be a bit more strict with these slave traders, even though they were both women, after all, they were the ones who had kidnapped Mira and Afia, and they were sure to do something even more outrageous on the way. Neatly strung ropes were used to restrain their restless bodies, but of course before they were tied up, their shirts and pants were stripped away, leaving their proud soft white breasts and buttocks exposed for Sakura and Lena to see. Their stockinged legs, one of them was folded back together in a team position, while the other was folded back separately, with the stocking heels pressed against their hips. But without exception, the way they were restrained was tantamount to stripping them of their athletic ability. As usual, the crotches of the differently colored stockings were strung with a knot-covered strand of rope, and the older third sister, the one in the split-legged bondage, [X_X] even had three strands of rope strung, one down the center, and the other across the left and right sides of her thighs. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm~" Sakura had no qualms about stomping her stockinged feet, re-dressed in purple pantyhose, on the fourth sister's gray pantyhose-covered buttocks, eliciting a moan of displeasure and dissatisfaction, as the fourth sister stared up at her big sister, who had separated herself from them and sat obediently on top of them, with a look of disbelief in her eyes. To know that although Big Sister was soft-hearted, but belonged to the type that would never betray her own master, how did she obediently spit out all the information they needed, and Fifth Sister, was it Fifth Sister who was driving the carriage outside?

"Heh, take her over there. Oh, and put her next to those two new girls," Arantite said, seeing the "proud" Sakura's distressed expression. Satisfied, she handed the rope to the maid and had them escort Sakura to a nearby cell. "Master," ignoring Sakura's muffled cries, another maid hurried to Arantite's side and whispered into her ear. "Oh, they're here already? Then I'll head up immediately..." Arantite's expression shifted to one of slight surprise upon hearing the maid's words. She picked up the notebook she had been writing in and walked towards the spiral staircase with the maid. "Mmmph..." Sakura glanced back at Arantite's tall figure, a significant portion of her back exposed, but the rope around her crotch tightened again, forcing her to focus forward. "Let's go, little sister~" the maid, having received her orders, naturally led Sakura towards the cage where she was to be confined. And if nothing unexpected happened, she might even get to tease this shy yet proud young lady to her heart's content. It wasn't until they walked inside that Sakura realized the entire underground palace held at least thirty girls, all bound by strict ropes, leather, and even tape and stockings. These severe restraints prevented any escape, and coupled with the magical cages, how could these unarmed girls possibly get away? "Damn it... damn it!" Sakura looked at the tearful girls, and an unnamed rage burned within her. She had almost forgotten her original purpose – to rescue Mira and Afia. If possible, she wished she could save all the girls here. Sakura clenched her bound hands behind her back, sweat beading on her palms, and the small piece of tape began to lose its stickiness. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph~" As the maid brought Sakura to this section of the cages, Sakura finally saw Mira and Afia, who were imprisoned there. Both sat upright in the center of their single beds, their posture naturally dictated by the ropes binding them. When they saw Sakura, also bound and gagged, being led in by the maid, Mira and Afia's jaws nearly dropped in astonishment. They had captured the formidable Sakura too? After yesterday's "maid humiliation sleep," Mira had given up hope of escaping on her own and had placed her hopes on the magically gifted Sakura. But seeing Sakura's body tightly bound, occasionally letting out moans stimulated by the crotch rope and the magic star, Mira felt things were far more serious than she had imagined. Not to mention Afia, who, despite her competitive (?) relationship with Sakura, knew who was stronger. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph~" Sakura tilted her head. Although she showed her blushing appearance to Mira and Afia, she still winked at them, as if signaling them to relax. "Hurry up and get in~" The maid opened the cell next to Mira's and, while pulling on Sakura's crotch rope, dragged her into her embrace. In front of Mira and Afia, she began to grope Sakura. "Wuwuwuwu~" Mira recognized the person holding Sakura. Wasn't this the same maid who had been touching her inappropriately yesterday?

Saori emerged from behind the pillar, not flustered at all, even with a calm smile. "Lady Saori... it seems you had this planned, didn't you~" Sakura, seeing the scene before her, wasn't particularly surprised. After all, the game she proposed offered her no advantage. The only way Saori could win was to hide until time ran out, or to bind them as she had now, leaving only one person, and then blindfolding them, so that no two pairs of eyes would be observing Saori simultaneously. "So... do you wish to resist," Saori tugged at the rope in her hand, "or will you submit obediently?" "Hmm, submitting obediently isn't my style~" Sakura shook her head, walking forward slowly. "Lady Saori, please play with me for a little while~" "Heh heh, alright~" "Hah!" With Saori's agreement, Sakura lunged forward, forming her right hand into a blade and striking forward. "Pfft!" Saori easily raised her hand to block, and Sakura's next attack arrived. She flipped and lifted her leg, her purple silken foot shooting out sharply from the slit of her kimono trousers, creating a whistling sound as it flew towards Saori's head. "Whoosh~" Saori didn't try to block it forcefully, but instead bent down instantly to dodge, while her slender hand flicked forward, and the rope flew rapidly towards Sakura. "Chzzzz~" Sakura's slender hand gripped the rope tightly, creating a tug-of-war with Saori. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph~" The four people, suspended a few steps behind Saori, could only see two blurry figures flashing through the blindfold of their silk stockings. While enduring the stimulating sensation from the crotch rope deeply embedded in their [X_X], each of them harbored different concerns for the person they cared about. "Why aren't you fighting back?" "My soul power is very precious, you know~" Saori smiled, suddenly releasing her grip, allowing Sakura to pull the entire rope over. "Also, you lost~" "Hm?" The sky outside had already turned completely dark. An hour had passed. "Heh... alright then~" Sakura no longer struggled, relaxing her stance. At the same time, she walked towards Saori, holding the rope she had grasped, and then turned her back to Saori. Sakura's straightforward submission surprised Saori a little, but she didn't say much, simply picking up her own rope and placing it across Sakura's shoulders. "I'm warning you, I won't go easy on you~" "What do you mean... Nnnh~" The rope wrapped around Sakura's two arms, forcibly bending them backward into a V-shape with her palms facing each other. Saori guided the rope, wrapping and securing it around Sakura's wrists. After binding the wrists, the rope continued downwards, pressing Sakura's forearms together before wrapping again, forcing both of Sakura's forearms to be tightly bound together. This severe and swift action caused Sakura to cry out in pain. The rope then extended from Sakura's wrists outwards, crossing over her firm breasts, tightening above and below the soft, round flesh through her kimono. The excess rope continued to loop over her shoulders, pass under her armpits, and further cinch the ropes on Sakura's body. "Lady Saori, this is a bit too severe, isn't it~" With her palms facing each other, Sakura had to puff out her chest and hold her head high to slightly alleviate the pain from the rope tightening around her body. "But you look... so excited, I can feel the joyous trembling of your skin~" Saori embraced Sakura from behind, gently caressing her slightly flushed face. At the same time, her slender hand offered a pair of purple pantyhose. "Open your mouth obediently~" "Ahnn~ Mmmph mmmph~" Since she had chosen not to resist, Sakura naturally began to take the bundle of pantyhose from Saori's hand into her mouth. Looking at the pantyhose, the same color as her own legs, Sakura wasn't surprised where Saori had conjured the stockings from, as this was a dream. She had intended to take the entire pair into her mouth at once, but found that Saori preferred to have people "chew slowly," "eating" the stockings bit by bit. Just as Saori was now using her slender fingers to push sections of the stockings between Sakura's lips, slowly filling her mouth, which exuded a sweet fragrance. The pantyhose Saori pushed into Sakura's mouth did not emit an unpleasant odor, even though Sakura knew they had been worn. Besides the inexplicable feminine scent, there was a faint smell of sweat. Sakura was accustomed to this smell; in fact, she had held pantyhose with even stronger odors in her mouth. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph~" After Saori shoved the pantyhose into her mouth, Sakura immediately experienced an even more severe form of gagging. Saori directly pulled out a roll of white bandages and, after forcibly closing Sakura's lips, began to wrap and tighten them around her face. Sakura might not have understood why Saori used pantyhose wrapped in a silk scarf to gag others, but for her, bandages were used. The tightness was incomparable. Then, Saori took out a large square silk scarf, folded it diagonally, and placed it over Sakura's face, covering her skin below her eyes with the light green scarf. Next, it was time to deal with Sakura's purple-stockinged legs. Sakura's cooperation and flexibility saved Saori a lot of trouble. She pressed Sakura directly onto the ground in a prone position, then bent her right stockinged foot inwards, bringing her stockinged heel close to her crotch but not completely touching, leaving a gap of about ten centimeters. Saori then used a rope to wrap around Sakura's right stockinged ankle, connecting the other end of the rope to the base of her left stockinged thigh. The excess rope was wound around the connecting rope, forming a pillar. Sakura's other stockinged leg was treated the same way, but this time it was placed on top of the right stockinged foot from behind, connected to the base of her right stockinged thigh. This binding method differed slightly from a cross-legged bind, appearing as if Sakura's stockinged feet were stacked on top of each other, but it offered more freedom. "Alright, now I'll let you reunite with your sisters~" After restraining Sakura's entire body, Saori exerted force to drag Sakura up from the ground. The ropes were intertwined at her back, including a newly added tight crotch rope. The rope was passed over a beam, and by pulling it, Sakura, whose entire body was bound, was suspended. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph!" "Chz~"