A kidnapping program for the witches.

"Mmm," Katarina faced a brazier, its light illuminating the bars before her. This was a cell. Katarina found her clothes gone, leaving only her undergarments. She was bound to a pillar, her hands tied behind her back with several ropes, further secured by leather straps, preventing Katarina from reaching the knots. Her ankles, knees, and thighs were tightly fastened to the pillar with leather. Of course, a rope extended from the wrist restraints, passed beneath her, and cinched her nether regions tightly before being secured to a chain around her waist. There was more: three iron chains were wrapped tightly around Katarina's breasts, compressing her already modest chest. Katarina's mouth was not spared; to prevent her from biting her tongue, her black silk stocking was rolled into a ball and forced into her mouth, then secured with a gag tied behind her head, rendering her unable to spit it out. Her entire mouth was stuffed full. "Mmph!" Katarina struggled, trying to break free from her restraints. However, Elizabeth's "special care" had bound Katarina perfectly. Katarina focused her mind, gathering dark energy! "Right, if I strengthen my body with dark energy, I'm sure I can break free." But as Katarina gathered dark energy, the chains on her body emitted a golden light. Katarina instantly felt the nascent dark energy vanish as if it were being siphoned away. The chains, as if sensing Katarina's intent, began to tighten slowly. Katarina felt her chest as if violated by a large hand, while the movement of the chains also agitated the ropes beneath her, beginning to chafe her private parts. "Mmmph," Katarina began to regret using her dark energy. Elizabeth had indeed taken every measure to prevent Katarina from escaping; her own dark energy was being absorbed by the chains, becoming an instrument of torture. Bound tightly, Katarina could only endure the play of the chains and ropes in despair. The sound of footsteps, "tap, tap," approached. Katarina wearily opened her eyes. The Witch of Death, who had attempted to "break out" with dark energy, was now in despair under the continuous stimulation of the chains and ropes. Meticulously restrained, she simply released dark energy at random, letting the chains absorb it to stimulate herself, having already climaxed countless times. Hearing the footsteps, Katarina looked towards the outside of the cell in the brazier's light. A purple robe, golden hair – it was the witch Elizabeth who had ambushed her. Katarina struggled excitedly, but under the tight restraints, only the creaking of twisting ropes and leather could be heard.

"Very well, then put on this collar first," the woman said, tossing a collar with her left hand towards Ghost Cat. It landed on the floor with a metallic clink. "Hurry up, do you want your friend to get hurt because of you, Miss Justice?" "Mew," threatened by the enemy, Ghost Cat reluctantly bent down and reached for the collar on the ground. The instant her hand touched it, two black tentacles shot out from the necromancer's shadow, tightly binding her wrists. "!" Under the tentacles' strength, the necromancer's dagger couldn't move an inch, and then— "Mew," the dagger fell to the ground, and instantly more tentacles appeared, binding the necromancer tightly. "You still underestimated me. I'm not the person I used to be," Ghost Cat said, holding Xiao Guang in her arms and looking coldly at the necromancer on the ground. "Alright, now all I have to do is release Katerina... Huh?" "Click," the collar from before was placed around Ghost Cat's neck. And the face of Xiao Guang in her arms had chillingly transformed into the necromancer's smirking face. "What?" Ghost Cat felt a surge of fear, trembling as she looked at the "necromancer" bound by tentacles on the ground. "That's Xiao Guang! How is this possible!" "I'm sorry, I won. I win," the woman in her arms hugged Ghost Cat tighter, pressing her lips against Ghost Cat's mouth. Ghost Cat tried to struggle but found her internal dark energy useless, sinking like a stone. "Is it because of this collar?" "Roar," without the support of dark energy, the tentacles restraining the prisoners vanished. They stepped closer and closer to the weakened Ghost Cat, who now lacked the strength to even break free from the necromancer's embrace. "What a delicious dark energy," the necromancer released Ghost Cat and gestured for the prisoners to hold her down. Ghost Cat watched in horror as the necromancer's color deepened. Initially, her hue was somewhat faint, possessing an unreal quality. She was becoming more solid, more real. The necromancer, smiling, walked over to Ghost Cat with several bundles of rope. "I already have this collar, and you still don't trust me?" Ghost Cat said, resigned. "Is there anything more enjoyable than tying a girl up?" A few minutes later, Ghost Cat's upper body was tightly bound by ropes, her arms secured behind her back and pulled taut. Her chest was pinned by the ropes, rendering her arms completely immobile. The necromancer looked at Ghost Cat with satisfaction, then wrapped a rope around her waist, threaded it from behind, and yanked upwards sharply. The rough rope, even through her panties, dug tightly into Ghost Cat's most intimate parts. "Mew," Ghost Cat let out a cute moan, "You pervert!" Seeing Ghost Cat's bashful expression, the necromancer licked her lips with excitement.

Reyna's movement froze, the needle hovering inches from the man's neck, unable to move another millimeter. The white glove coiled around her arm like a python, paralyzing Reyna's every motion. "Such a dangerous thing, you should give it back to me." The man took the syringe from the girl's hand and placed it back in the cabinet. "What did you do to my body?" Reyna gritted her teeth, glaring fiercely at the man. "You didn't think the White Bride was just an ordinary straitjacket, did you? I had the Artisan God add a failsafe." "Slaves cannot disobey their masters. As long as you have the slightest thought of harming me, it will forcibly stop your actions. It seems there's no need to bind you anymore, because you are now incapable of resisting me, like a lion with its fangs and claws pulled, reduced to a mere cute kitten." "Ugh... How could this happen..." "Now, we can continue. But before that, let me show you something good. Look down there." Reyna turned her head again. This time, beneath the tree, stood a row of soldiers, escorting a group of witches. "How could this be..." Reyna recognized them as the witches she had helped escape last night. "Did you really think they could get away? Besides you, there's no place in Kirei Town that would take them in. On the contrary, there's a bounty for capturing witches." Reyna seemed not to hear the man's words, her eyes anxiously scanning the crowd for Alice. None. It seemed Alice had successfully escaped, and Reyna breathed a sigh of relief. "Don't tell me you're worried about that witch named Alice?" " 'Sister Reyna, save me!' Her crying voice was truly delightful." "You're lying. You didn't capture Alice, otherwise you wouldn't be using her to threaten me!" Reyna's angry gaze locked onto the man's eyes. "You are very clever. That's right, my assassin betrayed me and fled with that witch. But to me, you are more important than all of them, Reyna—the strongest witch, the hope of all witches. As long as everyone sees you submit, they will understand that witches were born to be our slaves, and any resistance is a foolish act." "I won't let you succeed. Ya..." The man suddenly grabbed Reyna's delicate white foot, his fingernails scraping her sole. "You're so cute when you try to be strong, it makes me want to tease you." "Let go of me... Eeyah..." Reyna's legs thrashed violently. However, the moment the man touched her sensitive spots, Reyna's body went soft, completely lacking the strength to break free from his grip. "Wuwu..."