The Adventure of the Woman in Bondage

Two days prior, within a dilapidated tiled house flanking an ancient temple, a fair-faced maiden clad in purple sat with a furrowed brow. Upon closer inspection, it was evident that the girl's body was securely bound by an iron chain. Her wrists were cuffed behind her back, and the chains were wrapped several times around her arms, pulling them upwards. The chains then extended to her neck, winding around it a few times before securing her arms and torso, rendering her upper body completely immobile and causing significant discomfort. She struggled intermittently, but the only result was the clinking of chains, utterly futile. "Sister, the meal is ready!" A cheerful voice called from outside the door, and a maiden in green bustled in, carrying several dishes. Seeing the green-clad girl enter, the purple-clad maiden sighed helplessly. "How many times have I told you, a woman must maintain her composure and not always be so boisterous!" The green-clad girl placed the dishes on the table and said with a grin, "I know, Senior Sister. How many times have you told me?" "If you knew, you wouldn't have lost the key!" "Alright! Senior Sister, it's my fault. Let's eat first! Here, I'll feed you, ah..." The green-clad girl, still with a playful smile, brought the prepared food to her Senior Sister's mouth. The Senior Sister opened her mouth slightly, accepting the food. After a few bites, she thought, *This little one's cooking has improved considerably this month.* "Hey, hey! Senior Sister, how does it taste!" "Mmm!" The Senior Sister nodded. "It's good. I just wonder if you've been slacking off in your training this month." "Don't worry, Senior Sister. Until I find Master and he resolves the chains on you, I will definitely train hard to protect you!" The green-clad girl clenched her small fists, her expression earnest, appearing endearingly naive. "You always know what to say!"

"Vile wretch, if my senior sister weren't tied up, you'd never be her match!" Su Ruoyan protested indignantly. "Shut your mouth. We're not like you martial folk. All's fair in war, and capturing you is our general's prowess," a man with a lewd, overgrown mustache interjected before Ling Yao could speak. Meanwhile, Lin Kaorou was also bound. Her upper body remained as before, but her lower legs and knees were secured by two special ox-tendon ropes, and her ankles were shackled with iron cuffs spaced twenty centimeters apart. Several men escorted the two beauties to a prisoner transport cart. This cart was unlike any other; it was sealed on all sides with iron plates, lacking any bars, and featured only a small window on its iron door. It required three horses to move. "Get them inside!" a soldier commanded, unlocking the heavy iron lock on the cart's door. Seeing the cart, Lin Kaorou inwardly despaired. *What to do? If we're locked in there, escaping will be incredibly difficult. No, I must find a way.* "Senior sister, I'm sorry. If I hadn't been a burden..." Xiao Yan blamed herself. Her senior sister could have escaped even if she couldn't win alone; it was her fault for distracting her and getting them captured. Lin Kaorou shook her head. "Xiao Yan, get ready. We're escaping!" "Ah! What!" Xiao Yan exclaimed, startled by her senior sister's words. Then, joy surged through her. *Could it be that Senior Sister only pretended to be captured? Yes, it must be! How could someone as cautious as Senior Sister be distracted and caught?* "Hey! What are you two whispering about? Hurry up and get in!" two soldiers shoved the two beautiful women, shouting. Just then, the situation took a drastic turn. Lin Kaorou suddenly attacked, her legs snapping the ropes and chains binding them. Before the two soldiers escorting her could react, Lin Kaorou's whip-like kick struck them, sending them flying over ten meters away, seemingly beyond survival. "My apologies!" Lin Kaorou sighed inwardly. Simultaneously, she swept a leg forward, and a boot flew off her foot. The soldier escorting Su Ruoyan was struck by the boot and immediately knocked unconscious. Lin Kaorou's perfectly slender, elegant feet were now revealed. Her feet were as white as if carved from translucent mutton-fat jade. Upon closer inspection, one could even see the faint tracery of veins. Her five toes were tightly clenched. Two of her toes held a small razor blade. With a light tap of her foot on the ground, she moved to Xiao Yan's side. A sweep of her elegant leg, and Xiao Yan felt her bindings loosen as all the ropes were severed. "Xiao Yan, hurry and go!"

The new official's reign began with a bang, and his subordinates, fearing they might get burned, dared not disobey. They first inspected the outermost area. There wasn't much to see here, mostly ordinary criminals. These prisoners weren't even shackled, just haphazardly locked together. It was obvious Xiao Yan and the others wouldn't be held here, so Yang Hu hurried past. Next, they descended to the next level, the D-class cells. The inmates here were different from those above; they were all people who had committed grave offenses. There were far fewer people on this level than the one above. The inmates were all desperate fugitives, so they were mostly held one to a cell. Clearly, Xiao Yan and the others couldn't be on this level either. Wasting no more time, Yang Hu rushed to the next level down, the C-class cells. This level was much stricter, holding only death row inmates. Each person was shackled and chained, and the guards weren't in small groups but patrolled every few cells. Yang Hu suspected Xiao Yan and the others might be on this level, so he slowed his pace, meticulously examining each cell. Unfortunately, after nearly an hour of searching every cell, he found not a single woman on this level, let alone Xiao Yan and the others. That meant they could only be on the next level down, the B-class cells. His subordinates led Yang Hu deeper into the prison. The further they went, the darker it became, the colder the temperature, and the quieter it grew. They passed through a long, narrow corridor and finally arrived at the B-class cells. The security on this level was on an entirely different scale compared to the one above. The cells on the previous level were at least made of iron bars, allowing a clear view of the inmates. However, this level housed prisoners in completely enclosed cells. Apart from a ventilation grate on the large iron door of each cell, there was no way to see inside. Furthermore, each cell was guarded by two jailers, watching over them twenty-four hours a day. Through the introductions of his subordinates, Yang Hu learned that this level held martial arts experts from the jianghu. Any one of them could cause chaos in the prison if released. The people held here were extremely dangerous, and once incarcerated, they were essentially imprisoned for life. Yang Hu nodded and, feigning experience, casually opened the ventilation grate of a cell. He saw a woman in tattered clothes locked inside. Her hair was a mess, but it couldn't conceal her exquisite face. Her prison uniform was torn in many places, exposing a generous portion of her full, rounded breasts. Her hands were not visible, as she was bound tightly with thick black ropes, her arms clearly held behind her back. In addition to the dense rope bindings, several chains extended from the wall behind her, tightly securing her delicate body and fastening her firmly to the wall. Her feet were also shackled, each foot secured by a manacle embedded in the floor. The woman sensed she was being watched and her beautiful eyes snapped to Yang Hu.

With her upper body bound, the two brothers pressed a lever beside the torture bed. The chains that extended from the sides of the bed slowly retracted back into it. As the chains on the sides disappeared, Qiu Hanyue was forced to lie down. But were the two brothers kind enough to stop there? Of course not. After Qiu Hanyue was completely laid down, the chains on the sides continued to retract, tightening the restraints on her body as they did. "What... what are they doing? It... it hurts so much. It feels like all my bones are going to shatter. My breathing..." Qiu Hanyue's face flushed red with pain. Only one thought echoed in her mind: why are they treating me like this? Did... did I really kill Gao Qiu? "Mmm... mmm... (Let me go!)" Qiu Hanyue cried out helplessly in her heart. Were she and her mother truly going to die in this hellhole? The more she thought about it, the more terrified she became, and two streams of tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. "Look, brother, she's crying!" said the smaller of the two binders. "Is it tied too tight?" "Don't be a busybody. Lord Gao ordered us to tie her as tight as possible. She's a martial arts master, and with Mr. Song here, she won't die," said the larger binder. The smaller one listened. Though he felt a pang of pity, he said no more. Besides the chains, there were several iron shackles by the torture bed. While they were talking, they fastened three large iron shackles around Qiu Hanyue's neck, below her chest, and around her tightly chained abdomen. After securing them, they took a larger crank and, with a [REDACTED] of the torture bed, tightened these shackles until they could be tightened no further. This way, her upper body was completely immobilized. Next was her lower body. Since Gao Qiu had suffered greatly from her legs, he had specifically emphasized that her legs must also be dealt with meticulously. The binding method for her legs was similar to the rest of her body, starting with the iron chains from the torture bed. However, more chains were used on her legs, starting from her thighs all the way to her ankles, a total of eight layers of chains, using sixteen chains. With such dense binding, even a celestial being couldn't break free. After binding, they tightened them as before, securing Qiu Hanyue's beautiful legs firmly to the torture bed, and then locked them down with four large iron shackles. "Wuwu... wuwu..." This binding was too brutal. Even a condemned prisoner wouldn't be tied like this. Although Qiu Hanyue was a martial arts master, her true abilities manifested in another personality. This current personality was only slightly stronger than an ordinary woman. This binding had already taken half her life, making her wish for death. "My beauty, wait a moment. I'll give you one last safeguard, and then we'll be done," the taller binder said with a sinister grin. What, there's more... This truly brought tears to the beauty's eyes. Where else on her body could she be bound? Qiu Hanyue was both enraged and heartbroken. However, what they brought this time was not ropes or shackles, but a pair of shoes. These shoes were strange, not flat like ordinary shoes, but with very high heels, as if propped up by pillars. "These come from the Western Regions, called high heels. You've never seen them before, have you, beauty? I'll put them on your tender little feet now." Qiu Hanyue frowned slightly. But after all, they were just shoes. Her bare feet were a little cold, and perhaps wearing them would warm them up. However, this thought was quickly extinguished. When the binder put the shoes on her feet, she realized how naive her thoughts had been. At first, there was nothing when the shoes were on her feet. But then the binder activated a mechanism on the shoes. Suddenly, Qiu Hanyue felt something pierce her feet. The pain made her break out in a cold sweat. But after a while, the pain disappeared, and her entire feet became incredibly itchy. "Mmm... mmm... Ah..." Qiu Hanyue's beautiful eyes widened, her face turning bright red. Her soles were unbearably itchy, as if countless ants were crawling on them. She couldn't help but want to laugh, but her mouth was sealed, and her laughter only turned into a series of mmm sounds. Her feet, the only part of her body that could move slightly, twitched constantly, trying desperately to shake off the shoes. But with her ankles firmly locked by chains and shackles, such a small movement was utterly incapable of dislodging these high-heeled shoes, which were clearly a size smaller than her own feet. Perhaps to make her even more desperate, the binder tied the straps of the high heels to her ankles, making her completely abandon any hope of removing them. "Mr. Song really has a way. He thought of putting silver needles in the shoes. With these shoes, even if this vixen has strong leg techniques, as long as her feet touch the ground, she'll be made to wish for death." "Heh heh, beauty, you stay here and suffer for now. Brother will be leaving. Oh, and here's a piece of advice, remember it well: it's best not to move your feet. The more you move them, the itchier they'll become. Hahahaha!" With that, the two men left the cell.

The boss glanced at Qiu Hanyue's slender, beautiful legs, bound tightly by layers of chains. In the center of these chains, there seemed to be a release buckle. These buckles indicated that Miss Qiu's jade legs could be spread apart, but it wouldn't be easy to unlock them; a special mechanism would be needed to open the buckles. "Look for the mechanism. Can we spread the beauty's legs apart?" Qiu Hanyue was not unconscious at this moment. Her body was simply rendered incredibly sensitive by the torment, making her wish for death but unable to achieve it. Hearing their conversation, a sliver of hope ignited within her. These two didn't know where the mechanism was. If they were lucky, perhaps they would stumble upon another switch by chance, loosening these chains a little. The two searched the hard steel bed for a while and actually found a switch. "Brother, is this it?" "Who cares if it is or not? Pull it and see." The boss was impatient. He pressed the small lever. After a moment, nothing changed. "What the hell? Is this useless?" As the two wondered what this mechanism was for, they were unaware that Qiu Hanyue on the steel bed was already half-dead from the torment. It turned out that this lever was not a switch to spread her legs apart, nor was it a loosening switch. It was a tightening switch. Because the chains were already bound extremely, extremely tightly, to the point where they couldn't be tightened any further, the slight changes were not noticed by the two. But it was agony for Qiu Hanyue. She could barely even make a muffled sound now. "Huh? Why did this chick go quiet?" The two were still puzzled. If they had removed the blindfold from her eyes, they might have noticed her eyes rolling back. This mechanism was designed by Gao Qiu specifically to facilitate her torment. If it wasn't turned off, the shackles would continuously tighten. "You two idiots, if you don't loosen this soon, I'm going to die here," Qiu Hanyue cursed inwardly. Unfortunately, only a faint muffled sound escaped her lips. As the shackles tightened further, her body, altered by the drugs, began to succumb. "Pfft..." Her magnificent breasts heaved more violently, and a large amount of milk flowed from her chest. Her pussy also gushed with copious amounts of nectar, her entire body becoming increasingly decadent. The two couldn't figure out what was happening to the woman, but they only knew that their own bodies were overcome with lust.

"Sister Yao!" she exclaimed, rushing over. The person in the innermost cell was indeed Ling Yao, but her current appearance was a stark contrast to her former heroic spirit. She was slumped against the corner of the cell, bound tightly by dense and sturdy chains. Her hands were forcibly pulled behind her back, clasped together, and locked with a cylindrical iron shackle. Each elbow was also cuffed, with a rod extending from each shackle towards the center, forming a T-shape that rigidly fixed her arms. Two ropes were tied around her bare, delicate body, cinching her breasts in two places. Her already full, round breasts were forced to bulge, and on her tender, ripe nipples, two nipple rings with small chains were pierced through. The other ends of the chains were locked together, and another chain connected them, then led down to her most private place, connecting to a restraint ring that pierced her clitoris. In this Y-shaped configuration, any slight struggle would tug at her nipples and vulva, preventing her from making any large movements, lest she suffer unbearable pain. Of course, to deal with a martial arts master like Ling Yao, the restraints couldn't be so simple. On the wall behind her, a thick chain with a shackle was fastened around her neck, and other chains extended from the wall, binding her body tightly. These chains were as thick as an adult's thigh, and their sturdiness was self-evident. Three such heavy chains were used to bind Ling Yao securely, leaving her no possibility of escape. Not only that, but on top of these restraints, there were fine silk threads, as thin as fishing line, woven into nets that covered her entire body. These were Soul-Binding Silks, very precious but highly effective against martial arts experts. Without internal energy, any struggle using only her physical strength would cause these fine threads to slice into her body like sharp blades. With her body secured, her legs were also shackled by large iron chains extending from the wall, locking her ankles. The restraint rings at the ends of the chains were tightly fastened. Ling Yao's legs were spread and locked, but the restraints on her body weighed at least several hundred pounds. Now, even if her legs could move, with her martial arts sealed, she wouldn't be able to walk more than a few steps. Seeing her in such a miserable state, Linglong felt a pang of heartache and rushed over with a cry. Ling Yao heard the sound and slightly lifted her head. Seeing that it was Linglong, she was greatly surprised. "Ling... you... why are you here?" Linglong smiled and began to untie the two ropes around Ling Yao's chest. "Don't you remember, Sister Yao? I said I wouldn't abandon you." Upon hearing this, Ling Yao's expression didn't show any happiness. "I won't go with you. If I leave, my family will be in danger." "Listen to me, Sister Yao, the Ling Manor has already sold you..." Linglong quickly told her everything. Ling Yao was greatly shocked upon hearing this. "How could this be? Grandmother is dead, and... my mother has also been captured!" "That's right. Only you can save Madam now. I know where she is imprisoned, but the restraints are too tight and too strong. I can't save her." As she spoke, Linglong had already untied the two ropes constricting Ling Yao's chest, but she was helpless against the chains on her body. Ling Yao calmed her turbulent emotions and looked at Linglong, who was busy working on her. Her feelings were complex. This person was the instigator of all this; the death of Old Madam Ling and the imprisonment of Qiu Hanyue were all because of her. Yet, Ling Yao had grown up with her and couldn't bring herself to hate her. "It's useless. These chains are made of refined gold. You can't unlock them," Ling Yao said.

"You two, get out. I want to interrogate this female assassin alone." Mu Ziyou dismissed her two subordinates and locked the door to prevent any interruptions. Once she confirmed they were alone, she removed the gag from Zhao Yutong's mouth and asked, "Speak. Where is that man hiding?" "Hoo... you mean Brother Yang? What are you looking for him for? You're not planning to capture him, are you?" Zhao Yutong licked her lips, asking with a hint of unease. "I just want the two of you to leave. You're no match for Lin Kaorou on your own." "Hmph, you've tied me up like this, how can I trust you?" Zhao Yutong struggled, expressing her dissatisfaction. As soon as she spoke, she felt a coolness in her palm. An object landed in her hand. Zhao Yutong instinctively gripped it and looked up to see a key. "This is the key to your shackles. With your skills, even bound like this, it shouldn't be difficult to free yourself. Now, do you trust me?" "How do I know this key isn't fake?" "You can try it, but I'll have to re-shackle you afterward. It's not time for you to escape yet." Zhao Yutong tested the key. It was indeed real, and the shackles on her hands loosened slightly. However, Mu Ziyou quickly tightened them again. She wriggled her delicate body with a hint of displeasure and said, "Alright, I don't know what you're planning, but I'll trust you this once. Come a little closer." Zhao Yutong whispered a few words into Mu Ziyou's ear, causing her expression to change drastically. "What? He's in Lin Kaorou's cell?" "Shh! Keep your voice down, walls have ears," Zhao Yutong urged anxiously. Mu Ziyou regained her composure and scoffed, "Hmph, you're too bold. That man can't even fight. How could he possibly untie the ropes binding Lin Kaorou? And Lin Kaorou is only fed once every three days. He'll be half-dead from starvation by then." "Yes... I didn't think it through. Sister Mu, you're the kindest. You must save Brother Yang." "I have my ways. But before that, you need to stay put. I'll let you both go when the time is right." "I understand, Sister Mu. I promise to be good," Zhao Yutong said, sticking out her tongue playfully. Mu Ziyou then had her open her mouth and reinserted the gag before leaving.