[Rhode Island Hunt] Young Girls' Drag Balls

"It's a shame that you're the one who's sexually . "It's a shame that you're the one who made me want to kidnap this sexy little girl. But - some of the rest would be nice to collect as a lesser artifact, wouldn't it?" "First of all, there's this one Ri Boli... heh, although he's still very young in appearance, he's quite a cute one. Although her appearance is still very young, she's quite a cute young woman. A girl." The silver-haired Snow Pheasant lay silently on her back on top of the trading post's table under the darkness of the night, wrapped in a long-sleeved uniform. Under the long-sleeved uniform. The body further emphasized the young. The young woman. Small childish. The young woman's young body, especially the pair of snow-white lotus root arms wrapped in red and white long-sleeved, at this moment by the young woman as a pillow gently as a pillow. The girl as a pillow as gently pillow in the body, silver hair is like a smooth quilt will be her body. Silver-colored hair was like a soft quilt wrapping up her body, and the original fire-red eyes unique to the Yan State were tightly closed in a dreamy state. Beside her, a pair of cute young women with light pink fur and long rabbit ears were lying on their sides with their arms folded. Female arms folded side lying on the cold floor, even such a rough sleeping position, arms folded, legs. Even in this rough sleeping position, the rabbit girl with her arms folded and her legs curled up together. The bunny girl also exudes her own lovely temperament to the fullest, slightly wide snow-white system. The slightly oversized snow-white uniform wrapped her petite body in a complete package. The slightly wide snow-white uniform wrapped her petite body in a complete package, leaving only a pair of . Cultivate. Long and athletic white. The only thing left is a pair of long and strong white. Her legs were sticking out, and the snow-white cotton socks and sneakers wrapped a pair of small crystal feet in them. The snow white short cotton socks and sneakers wrapped a pair of crystal small feet, even in sleep, that lovely sleeping face still carries a sweet smile, even the drooping ears are slightly twitching. The ears that were pulled down were slightly twitching. Obviously at this moment the two petite . Small cute young . The two cute little girls didn't let their own temperament get rid of the tragic fate that was coming -- Dragon Scale, who had already decided to do it, slowly picked up the bunny girl who was curled up on the ground, not showing the slightest bit of mercy. She was curled up on the ground and placed her body on the smooth table top without any pity. Without any mercy, he placed her body on the smooth tabletop, and her bare arms were covered with his hands. Her bare arms were twisted behind her back and around her waist. Her bare arms were twisted behind her back and folded up and down at the waist, and the white cotton rope was woven into a coil to bind her wrists, while the soft rope ran down her back. At the same time, the soft rope followed her wrists upward and wrapped around her arms, and finally passed through her armpits to tighten her breasts above and below the fully developed breasts. Her breasts are not yet fully developed and are tightened up and down. Clamp. The ropes eventually ran down her smooth stomach and wrinkled her uniform. The dress was wrinkled, the white rope embedded in her lower body and eventually reattached to her. The snow-white ropes embedded in her lower body were eventually rebound to her wrists and secured. As for the pair of fleshy legs under the hem of the snow-white dress, Dragon Scale naturally did not let go. In her sleep, as if April had sensed Longscale's action on herself, her slender eyebrows slightly wrinkled, and her mouth slurred two times, "Don't ......", but she did not wake up, and remained honestly asleep, just like all the other people in general. The foot sports shoes were taken off. Sports shoes were removed, two snow-white cotton socks were stuffed into the bunny's mouth. Into the bunny's own mouth, cheeks bulging high. Her cheeks puffed up and a snow-white ball was then imprinted into her mouth. Strong white ropes bound her fleshy legs securely. Sensual legs were securely bound, thighs . Thighs. Roots. . at the base, above and below the knees, and even at the ankles. ...... The sneakers were put back on her feet, but the feisty little bunny never had the chance to use them again. And the Snow Pheasant, who was currently lying on the table and sleeping soundly, was also placed on top of the table by Dragon Scale, and the meat . The meat. Duo slightly baby fat face has been because of sound sleep was imprinted with red marks. There was even drool flowing down the corners of his mouth, but he was also pulled back by the dragon scale by his hair, and his arms wrapped under the long sleeves were stretched behind his back parallel to each other and closed tightly. Stick to the waist. . limbs, the same snow-white cotton rope was woven into a rope under his control to bind her arms tightly, her wrists hanging upside down behind her head, her legs . Legs size . Legs folded ducks sitting in her own chair.

"Mmm... Haa... Nn..." The dragon scale then transferred to the ground, lying beside Fen, who had fallen into a deep sleep. This A1 reserve group leader clearly received treatment beyond that of two young girls. A roll of black tape was used to clench her fists tightly and wrap them securely, preventing her from escaping, even if she had received anti-restraint training. Simultaneously, her wrists, bound by the tape, were crossed behind her back and tied firmly. Even her arms beneath the blue long-sleeved shirt were bound by ropes and hung behind her head. Every knot and joint was reinforced with tape, ensuring this operative could not break free through brute force or skill. Next, her legs, clad in shorts, were brought together and folded tightly against her chest. Her beautiful legs were folded at the thighs, pressing them firmly against her chest. Her calves followed closely, pressed against her thighs, compressing her body into a soft mass. Ropes then bound her thighs, ankle joints, and waist together as one. Her legs and waist, compressed to their limit, were bound by dense ropes with no gaps left. Finally, Fen's removed stockings were stuffed into her mouth. After putting on her athletic shoes again, her mouth was gagged with the same ball gag. In the sealed environment, under dim lighting, three completed packages of beautiful flesh were placed securely on the desk surfaces of their respective workstations. Without the slightest struggle or wriggle, they remained lost in the vortex of dreams, unaware that in reality, disaster had befallen them. The petite April was bound like a stick. Her fair, tender legs were pressed together straight, her arms folded behind her back, her cheeks puffed out. Saliva gradually soaked the stockings she had worn all day, her raven hair spread across her body. Her body twitched slightly from time to time... Clearly, the discomfort of reality had also transmitted into her dreams, preventing this poor little rabbit from enjoying her dreams fully, and she continuously emitted "Aah, uuh" sounds. Snow Pheasant lay limply on the table in a different posture, her slender legs spread apart in a duck-like sitting position, stretching her black skirt wide. The sturdy white cotton rope was deeply embedded in her jacket and shirt, creating dense wrinkles. Her black and white long hair was slightly messy. Her eyes, with faint eyeshadow, trembled slightly but showed no sign of opening... Between the fiery red strands of hair on both sides of her temples was a small mouth, stretched into a perfect 'O' shape by a snow-white ball gag. Saliva slowly flowed from the corners of her mouth, gathering on her chin in drops of crystal. As for Miss Fen, the leader of the A1 reserve group, her condition was the most tragic—her over-the-knee stockings, worn all day, were rudely stuffed into her mouth, saturated with saliva. Her body was forcefully folded into an unextendable mass of flesh. Her agile and slender legs, from the Kuranta, were folded and restrained against her chest at a 360° angle. Her calves were pressed tightly against her thighs, squeezing the elastic muscles until they were hard as a rock. Her palms were balled into fists, and even her fingers were rendered immobile. Her glasses were directly removed and placed on the desktop. Two rings of silver electrical tape completely covered her eyes. Beneath her high, straight nose, a blue ball gag stretched her teeth and pressed down on her tongue, no longer allowing her to utter a single sound of human communication. Her knees were connected to her neck, her ankles to her wrists. All the ropes on her body were tightened to the extreme... She was like a completely packaged commodity, compressed to its maximum volume. Not to mention now, even if she suddenly woke up, she wouldn't be able to change her current situation at all. She could only struggle desperately in the endless darkness, trembling slightly, her pleas in her mouth turning into whimpers that could no longer be understood. "Very good, now it's your turn, you seductive little thing~" "Heh heh, you even carry makeup with you? What a shame, you'll never get to use it again—" "By the way, safety shorts are a complete waste of an invention~ Since you like this underwear, then taste your own panties just like them—" Finally, he arrived before Ambriel, this sexy young girl who had stirred his desire from the first glance. She was now pressed face down onto the cold ground by the dragon scale. The black jacket covering her slender arms was cleansed of dirt and dust. Her arms were tightly brought together behind her back, pressed against her spine. The standard European straight-arm method was used, with the handcuffs and rope knots extending from Ambriel's wrists upwards along her forearms, elbows, upper arms, and armpits. Every joint where her arms could move was perfectly restrained under the standard rope-binding technique. Even her ten fingers were brought together in pairs and tightly cuffed with sturdy finger cuffs, ensuring that the sniper's nimble fingers could not move or untie the ropes. The rope passing under her armpits was woven into an '8' shaped loop, tightly constricting her breasts through her black uniform, making this sexy young girl's breasts stand out even more perfectly. At

She seemed to want to scream, but unfortunately, the stockings filling every crevice of her mouth not only absorbed her saliva but also swallowed her voice whole. From Long Lin's perspective, the young girl in his arms was merely writhing silently, her struggles limited to the vigorous movement of her calves; otherwise, there was nothing noteworthy. "Stop struggling, little Durin~" "Heh, I never expected to find you sleeping here alone. It would be a real waste of my luck not to take you with me now that I've found you, wouldn't it?" "I wonder how your own stockings taste? Heh, perhaps it's because of your petite size, little beauty. Other beauties I've gagged with panties and stockings didn't have this problem; their mouths puffed out, as cute as a hamster's—" "Lunchtime is also approaching. To prevent anyone from noticing you, I should move you quickly—Mmmhmm, ready to meet your other sisters?" Feeling Durin's incredibly small body thrash violently in his embrace, the sensation, combined with Long Lin's tall and broad physique, was akin to a lively puppy squirming and "acting cute" in his arms, emitting "joyful" whimpers against his body. His fingers playfully prodded her puffed-out cheeks, feeling the soft, swollen texture of the stockings absorbing saliva. As his fingers caressed the cute, wriggling toes in his palm, he pulled out a miniaturizing flashlight from his embrace and aimed it at her body... As if hearing Long Lin mention lunch, Durin's stomach rumbled precisely at that moment. She curled her feet, her eyes widening in terror at the mention of being moved, shaking her head frantically, and trying desperately to scream. The stockings, swollen with saliva, stretched her cheeks painfully. A strange taste spread across her tongue. Awakened from a sweet dream, Durin wanted to cry for help but couldn't utter a single sound. Mmm... Woo... Mmmhmm...~ No... Don't... My feet are so itchy... Stop... Stop it... What are you doing... Let go... "Mmm... Mmmhmm..." "Woo!!" "Good little girl~" "Want to say hello to your roommates?" "Wuwuwuwu!!! Wuwu!!!"

Her fingertip brushed across the remote, switching the control from "off" to "on." Instantly, the sex beads, each the size of a ping pong ball and already inserted deep into Morgan's vagina, seemed to come alive. Not only did they unleash a torrent of electricity, but they began to vibrate ferociously, as if countless fleas had been unleashed within her. "Mmmph!!!? Mmmph mmmph mmmph!!!? Mmmph mmmph mmmph!!!! Mmmph mmmph!!!!" A piercing shriek erupted from Morgan's throat, startling even Indra, who was struggling nearby. Her sapphire pupils contracted to their absolute limit. Her body, bound to the chair, tensed and began to convulse uncontrollably. Behind her, her taut leopard tail thrashed erratically, heedless of the fact that such movements would only hasten her suffocation. Her leopard ears twitched violently, her earring jingling with each movement. Her golden hair whipped around her like a wild mane, and more saliva streamed from beneath the ball gag, dripping down her chin. Morgan thrashed desperately against the chair, her well-defined arms twisting behind her back. Her fingers clenched and splayed, her wrists straining against the ropes, desperate to break free, to rip out the electrifying beads filling her vagina and hurl them to the floor, as far away from her as possible. But she couldn't. All she could do was sit, legs crossed, perched on the chair, 'obediently' enduring the stimulation the electric beads delivered to her sensitive cunt. Her screams tore through the dormitory, threatening to shatter the very walls and echo into the corridor outside. Tears welled at the corners of her eyes as she shook her head violently, a hysterical, agonizing wail. Stop... Stop it! You... You madman!!!! I... I understand!!! I'll be good!!! So... For fuck's sake... Get this damned thing out of me!!!! Pain!!! So much pain!!! It hurts so much!!! Pull... Pull it out of me!!!! "Mmmph mmmph mmmph mmmph!!!!" "Oh, oh~ It seems our Miss Morgan has forgotten what Master said? Crying out is also a form of resistance~" "While I do enjoy hearing the pathetic cries and moans of you sluts, it's hardly appropriate in this setting, is it?" "*Swoosh~* Therefore, as punishment, Master will add a few more cuts to your nipples to teach you a lesson—" "Or perhaps~ we'll keep your cute little toy down there, like a tigress, switched on until your so-called leader, your Master, knocks on your door and finally enters the room, how does that sound?" "Hahaha...."

The collar on Wuyan, the Originium Arts-inhibiting collar, was still faithfully functioning... but then, something bizarre happened again. Under Wuyan's resentful gaze, a strand of hair on the dragon-scaled temples inexplicably ignited once more. The phantom sensation of breath lingered by his ear, and behind him, the small toy that had fallen to the ground, which should have turned into an ordinary doll, once again... wobbled to its feet and stumbled towards Dragonscale. "Mmmph! Wooo... Mmmph!!!" Let me go... I'll kill you... Let me go!! "Oh? It seems the mischievous little one is more than just Originium Arts? It appears to be the control of unknown abilities through emotions and your interesting eyes—" "Since your eyes are so special, and you like your little toy so much—why don't I let you be together forever?" "Of course, first, we'll have to cover those beautiful eyes of yours—but it's a shame, such beautiful eyes, if only they didn't show such a venomous glare~" Ignoring the burning hair on his temples, Dragonscale restrained Wuyan's limbs, preventing her from struggling, and took out a black blindfold, quickly covering those eyes as clear as gemstones. Then, using the cover of his cloak and the stealth abilities of a Scorpion, he forcefully pressed the girl, who was still struggling violently in his arms, face down between his legs. First, he grasped her wrists, which were twisting and pulling, brought her fair wrists together beneath her gothic lolita dress, and bound them with white cotton rope, winding it around and around. He then continued to wrap upwards, securing her arms and completely sealing off any possibility of her struggling with her hands. Next, he grabbed the wrists of her slender legs, encased in snow-white stockings, and forcefully clamped them. The fluffy tail, wagging and struggling violently, had no effect on Dragonscale. In fact, the fluffy tail hitting his body even gave him a peculiar sensation from the prey's struggle. Her sexy legs, beneath the white stockings, were folded upwards from the knees. The cotton-white rope bound her ankles, then trailed downwards along her ankles, finally tying up the plump roots of her thighs beneath the girl's skirt. He even extended the rope from her ankles to her wrists, forming a simple yet sturdy 'four-horse' restraint. Dragonscale even "lovingly" slapped Wuyan's snow-white, perky buttocks, as if disciplining a disobedient, troublesome child— "In Ursus... well, I suppose it's the same in every country? Disobedient children get spanked hard~" "Wooo!! Woooo!!!!" The girl's buttocks felt cool and smooth, elastic. A gentle pat could even clearly feel the delicate flesh of her buttocks sliding through his fingers, causing a momentary daze. However... compared to Dragonscale's enjoyment, the Vulpine little girl pressed onto the sofa beneath him was far more uncomfortable. Dragonscale's palm relentlessly slapped her delicate buttocks, covered in white

The eight hours of deep sleep seemed to have restored the spirits of the first day's captured prey. They thrashed and struggled with all their might, desperate to announce their existence to the outside world. Though their bodies were pulled taut by the ropes, they refused to give up, nor could they. April, usually a lively and energetic little bunny, was now bound like a bamboo pole, pressed stiffly against the wall. Her snow-white legs were stretched out straight, her delicate muscles tensed, and her ankles twisted incessantly. Yet, she couldn't lift her legs as she normally would, forced to be 'demurely' displayed on the hard wall, with only her cute bunny ears still twitching in defiance. A pair of youthful, fair, and tightly pressed long legs were joined together seamlessly, writhing and trembling. Her rounded, full knees rubbed against each other, her thighs pressed together, and her calves were firmly against the wall behind her. Her slender ankles twisted, and the soles of her feet, stuffed into athletic shoes, were already drenched in sweat. May, blindfolded, let out a frenzied, nonsensical howl, which, translated by the gag, sounded exceptionally alluring. Snow Pheasant, timid and lacking confidence, was clearly terrified. She hung her head, sobbing, her eye mask already soaked with tears. Captain Fen looked the most miserable, suspended in mid-air like a dancing flame. Her agile long legs were completely folded against her chest, with no opportunity to stretch. As for Ambriel, her eyes were open but rolled back, drool trickling from her lips. She was the most wretched of the Trade War quartet. Her legs were folded to the point of near breakage, and the dildo pressed against her clitoris vibrated relentlessly, sending clear, sharp sensations. Her light wings flickered erratically behind her, and her halo above was almost extinguished… Her halo was the only point of light in the dark environment, allowing Susuro to clearly see everything around them. "Mmmph—they don't seem to be girls whose names you've heard before? I thought a little mouse like you, a paparazzi stalker, wouldn't have many friends with you~" "Although I prefer mature beauties, I don't dislike playing with you little ones either~" "Hey, hey! Old man, do you know what you just said was hurtful! What do you mean I don't have many friends? I'm the exclusive photographer for almost every party!" "I have tons of fans, you know!" "Shut up~ A little mouse who only knows how to sneak photos of others, do you know that's what paparazzi do." "Oh? I heard you little mice are supposed to be afraid of Filin, right? In that case, I'll consider finding some beautiful Filin ladies and handing you, the 'exclusive photographer,' over to them, and then have you take exclusive photos for them, how about that?" "But Furong? Heh heh, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. Furong seems to be busy with the medical department. She left after changing my dressing this morning. It seems the medical department is busy with other things lately and can't get away—" Dragon Scale clearly found the little Zalak's resistance amusing. He stroked Kata's soft ears, his lips, curved in a wicked smile, resting beside her earlobe. He bit her earlobe with his teeth and blew hot air into it, while his mind recalled the Sarkaz doctor he had just imprisoned not long ago— Currently confined in a small glass bottle by Dragon Scale and sealed within his waist pouch, the Sarkaz girl leaned exhaustedly against the chair behind her. Her demon horns, pierced through, were chained to the back of the chair, rendering her immobile. This forced the gentle girl to crane her tired, tear-filled face upwards, gazing at the "ceiling." Meanwhile, her tightly bound arms, hidden beneath the black sleeves, struggled fiercely but fruitlessly. No matter how much the Sarkaz doctor thrashed her arms, the pliancy of the medical bandages always rendered her efforts in vain. Any bandages that stretched and deformed would immediately snap back into place, keeping her arms and hands bound and immobile. Her legs, encased in dark red, sexy stockings, were folded together. The white flesh peeked enticingly through the taut fabric of the stockings. Her soft, long legs were forced into a cross-legged position on the chair, displaying her sexy stockinged legs completely. Even her lower body, concealed by stockings and underwear, was faintly visible. The flesh exposed from Furong's tensed thighs, and the ten crystal-clear toes peeking through the sheer black athletic shoes, clearly showed that this exhausted girl, covered in sweat, had not given up her struggle for freedom. Even with no strength left in her body, she instinctively twitched her bound form, desperately trying to break free from her restraints. Her eyes covered by medical bandages, Furong could hear Dragon Scale's nonsensical ramblings even more clearly. Her tightly gagged red lips let out even more tragic wails and screams—