[Fallen Queen] Volume 2: Leviathan's Witch Chapter

Before Little Pink could finish her question, a loud bang echoed from the passage, followed by violent tremors. Brown, holding a panel and tapping on it a few times, said, "Iron Fist is back. Sister Hong and Orange should be able to hold them off for two minutes and twelve seconds. While we have this time, quickly deal with them. Blackie..." Blackie sighed, "Got it, I'll help." She withdrew her hands from the darts she was carrying and reluctantly followed Little Pink and Brown into the complex network of alleys. This area was still part of the coastal district of Shark Sea City, so most buildings were low, with the tallest only three stories high. There were also many rudimentary sheds, making the architecture very dense. This resulted in a maze-like system of alleys. Although the sky was visible, navigating through it without jumping onto rooftops to survey the surroundings made it easy to get lost. Blackie, Little Pink, and Brown, leading four women, wound their way through the alleys, eventually reaching an open space. Atalia saw two vehicles resembling transport trucks parked there. Elish didn't recognize them, but Atalia did. After all, she had been to Leviathan before and had some understanding of their machinery. Although these two vehicles were different from what she had seen before, their function was the same. Both vehicles had large cargo bays, clearly designed for carrying goods and also capable of transporting a significant number of people. Before Atalia could get a closer look, she was lifted onto the cargo bay of one of the trucks. She and Elish were unceremoniously thrown to the ground. "Oof!" Atalia let out a protesting cry, though she knew it was useless. She saw that the interior of the cargo bay was quite spacious. The side walls were lined with various weapons, and below them were two rows of benches for seating. At the very back of the cargo bay were three square boxes, and besides them, there were two long, rectangular boxes whose purpose was unknown. "Put her in that one," Little Pink instructed. A woman who had boarded the truck pulled over a box and opened it. Inside, though empty, was a human-shaped indentation. Then, Elish was brought over. "Mmph! Mmph-mmph-mmph!!!" Elish saw the box and knew what awaited her. She had been confined in a box for nearly half a month, and now she had to return to one. She was extremely resistant. But bound like a zongzi, what power did she have to resist? Two women, one holding her legs and the other her upper body, prevented her from wriggling free no matter how much she struggled. The two women held her down and placed her sideways into the box. Because the box was square, Elish was placed inside curled up. However, she didn't fill the entire bottom of the box. Her head and legs weren't touching, but were perfectly fitted into the indentations within. "Mmph! Mmph-mmph!!!" Elish certainly didn't want to be boxed up. She was developing a phobia of boxes, but the indentations perfectly secured her body. Coupled with the restraints of the ropes, she couldn't even wriggle now. One of the women reached for the lock on her gag and removed the entire thing. As the gag was removed, Elish coughed violently. Even after being gagged for so long, she still produced a lot of saliva, which at least indicated her physical condition was fine. "Cough! Cough-cough! Cough! Haa... Ah, mmm, you, mmm... you talk?! Wait!" Although Elish's mouth was free, after being gagged for so long, she couldn't even form a complete sentence. She uttered meaningless sounds, and the women ignored her, closing the box lid amidst her continuous whimpers. "Not gagging her?" Atalia, who was being dealt with on the side, wasn't being put in a box. She could see the entire process of Elish being boxed up. She thought this box was clearly designed for transporting people, so why wouldn't they gag her? As expected, after the box lid was closed, Elish's cries became much fainter. Then, one of the women tapped on the side of the box. A small section of the side wall opened, revealing a display screen. The woman's delicate finger tapped on something, and Elish's situation inside the box became increasingly difficult. First, her feet. She wasn't wearing boots, so her feet, clad in white socks, had been able to move freely. This was slightly better than Atalia's situation. But now she felt the indentations around her feet gradually changing. They squeezed her instep and the top of her feet from front and back. Then, the indentations began to narrow, forcing Elish's feet to arch little by little, her insteps stretched taut, as if she were wearing a pair of high heels. And these heels had no heels, until finally, Elish's instep and calf formed a straight line. Even most high heels weren't this extreme. As a thief, Elish rarely wore high heels. She disliked the feeling of her instep being stretched, which hindered her movement, but now she was experiencing it to the fullest. As her instep straightened, her cries turned into a mixture of moans and yelps of pain. "Ah! It hurts! You bastards! No! Ah!!" Secondly, while Elish's feet were changing, the indentations on other parts of her body also shifted. Her hips, due to her curled-up position, formed a rounded curve. The indentations there were equally smooth. Now, two circular pads extended from the indentation aimed at her buttocks, pressing against her perky ass. Elish's buttocks were completely exposed, with no stockings or safety shorts. So, the two pads directly adhered to Elish's soft flesh. "What, what is this? Ah!! It hurts!" Elish didn't know what they were. She instinctively twitched her hips. This movement caused the two electrode pads to flash with light, emitting two "snap" sounds. Elish immediately felt as if her buttocks had been struck twice with a heavy whip! The sudden impact made Elish's delicate body tremble violently. Her widened eyes held disbelief, but more so, shame. Even though she was alone in the box, she was experiencing the thrill of being whipped on the backside. What other functions did this box have? Next was Elish's upper body. Her chest was only slightly better off than Blackie's outside, being constricted by ropes. Now, the indentations around her waist and chest also changed. The indentation at her waist began to adjust, eventually fitting snugly against her slender waist. Then, a band of black leather wrapped around her waist, cinching it tightly. After securing Elish's waist, this "corset" began to gradually contract, squeezing her internal organs bit by bit, until Elish couldn't bear it any longer and cried out, "Ahhh!" before it stopped. At this point, if Atalia were to look at Elish again, she would notice that her waist had shrunk by two full sizes. Elish, whose curves were not prominent before, now actually had curves! But this was certainly not what Elish wanted. She gasped for air, trying to expand the corset, but it was impossible. Instead, the corset on her waist flashed, and countless tiny metal spikes appeared inside, gently pricking Elish's soft waist from all 360 degrees. "Ugh! Wh, what is this now?! So itchy! Haha, ugh!!" Elish found that the spikes didn't hurt, but they caused an itching sensation that almost drove her mad. A girl's waist is already a sensitive area. Stimulated by countless tiny spikes from all directions, Elish's tense waist immediately relaxed. Her entire body was drenched in cold sweat, and her voice was a mixture of crying and laughter. "Hoo, hoo... Stop, stop, pfft haha! Stop haha!!" Elish's small body trembled uncontrollably within her limited range of movement, almost like spasms. Because her waist was compressed, her breathing was already restricted. Now, stimulated by continuous laughter, she could no longer control her expressions or words, and couldn't even think. Just as her waist was being stimulated, the indentation around her chest changed accordingly, forming two circular indentations that enclosed her slightly full breasts. The disheveled Elish noticed this, but she no longer had the strength to resist. As the indentations formed, her nipples felt an electric shock. "Ugh oh oh!! Stop—hahaha!! Ugh ah ah!!! Hahaha cough cough cough!! Cough cough ah ah ah!!!" Not only her waist and chest, but the whipping sensation on her buttocks also triggered simultaneously. Then, her feet. Her chest, waist, and buttocks were all stimulated, so how could the soles of her feet be spared? The indentation tightly against the soles of her feet began to undulate like waves, as if to massage her feet. But only Elish knew that it wasn't a massage; it was like waves of soft feathers gently caressing the most tender soles of her feet. The itching on the soles of her feet, the whipping on her buttocks, the needle pricks on her waist, the electric shocks on her chest—four stimuli triggered simultaneously. Elish immediately succumbed, her brain almost shutting down.

No one spoke, no one moved for a moment, simply because the person in the box had been "cared for" a little too perfectly. Looking from the outside, a portion of the person's face and hair was visible. It appeared to be a girl. However, this girl had no arms, or at least, none were visible from the outside. The onlookers guessed her arms were restrained behind her back, evident from the crisscrossing metal restraints on her body. Although the girl was covered in restraints, their arrangement was not chaotic. It was clear which parts were being restrained. For instance, her breasts were covered by two semicircular metal cups, while her waist was cinched by a "feng" character-shaped restraint. Unlike leather straps, these restraints were incredibly rigid. Once secured, they offered absolute immobility. They also lacked elasticity, making the restrained person feel as if they were sinking into the ground. Any attempt to struggle would be met with immense pressure, leaving the restrained individual with no chance unless they possessed extraordinary strength. "Mmm..." Sister Hong extended her right hand and gently poked the girl in the box. The exposed skin of the girl remained soft and supple, indicating that there were also life support measures within the box. "This must be a professional mobile prison," said Brown from the side, tapping on a screen. She turned the screen around, pointing to some data, and continued, "The girl's physical condition is still healthy, and even her mental state is normal. However, according to the data recorded in the box, she has likely been inside for fourteen days." "Fourteen days?!" Green Willow exclaimed, and the others were also surprised. The girl's entire body was restrained, with even her legs encased in tight metal coverings, her feet held perfectly straight. While her head wasn't completely encased, all the necessary points of restraint were present: an eye mask, earplugs, and a gag, all fitted snugly. It was likely she couldn't receive any external information, left alone in an endless darkness, without any sense of time or space. The loneliness, more agonizing and torturous than death, was something ordinary people couldn't endure. And this girl had lasted fourteen days? For her, it probably felt like fourteen years. Brown nodded, "But it's probably not due to her strong willpower. I've detected some drugs that can keep a person's consciousness clear and stable, preventing them from going mad." "Sigh, that's too cruel," Hong sighed inwardly. This was not a good thing. If they hadn't rescued the girl, who knew how much longer she would have been restrained? For the girl, perhaps succumbing would have been the best release from such hopeless confinement. But her captors didn't even grant her the right to succumb, forcing her to remain lucid and endure the solitude. That was more brutal than killing her. Over time, even with the drugs, it would be difficult for the girl not to go insane. Atalia understood that feeling perfectly. When she was being transported, her situation was identical to the girl's. She had only managed to endure through her elven bloodline and her inner resolve. She knew firsthand the torment and suffering, a unique form of torture. "Brown, if you release her, will there be any problems?" Hong asked. Brown pondered for a moment and shook her head slightly, "Probably not. Although I can't control all the systems, releasing her according to the program should be fine." "Then..." Sister Hong surveyed the group and asked, "What do you all think about letting her out?" The others exchanged glances. Thinking about it, although the identity of the person in the box was unknown, she was after all a prisoner being transported by the enemy. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Moreover, the girl was truly pitiful. So, no one had any objections. At worst, even if she were a spy from the Shark Sea Gang, could the situation get any worse than it already was? "Then let's open it," Sister Hong waved her hand. Brown operated the robotic arm and continued to manipulate the box. While Brown was operating, Sister Hong helped Atalia to a seat on the side and said to her, "Miss Atalia, what are your plans now?" "Me? I'll stay. I can't go anywhere right now, can I?" Atalia shrugged, helplessly displaying her tightly bound body. "I mean..." Sister Hong glanced at Green Willow in the distance and said, "You could go with Green Willow, and then..." "And then not come back, right?" Atalia saw through Sister Hong's thoughts. Despite her earlier morale-boosting words, everyone knew, especially Sister Hong, that this battle was fraught with danger. "Sigh... Green Willow will definitely come back. That's meaningless. You and Elish help me—" "Sister Hong, you're not quite the same as you were just now?" Atalia smiled and shook her head. "..." Sister Hong pursed her lips, offering no comment. At this moment, everyone else was gathered together, and no one was looking their way, so Sister Hong dared to speak. Otherwise, it would have greatly affected morale. Some things, even if everyone suspected them, wouldn't have a significant impact as long as they weren't spoken. But once exposed, morale would crumble. "Don't worry, Sister Hong. Keeping me here adds one more combatant. We'll be fine this time," Atalia winked at Sister Hong. "You..." Sister Hong was taken aback. She couldn't help but look Atalia up and down. She truly couldn't understand how a beautiful elf, bound like this, could speak with such confidence. Even she, who appeared resolute in front of others, had to admit the reality. Did this elf in front of her not understand the disparity in strength between the two sides? Sister Hong was about to say something else, but Atalia interrupted her, "Sister Hong, just do what you need to do. It seems like they're done over there." Sister Hong and Atalia turned to look. There was some commotion among the group, as if Brown had made progress. "...Alright, since you insist, then... thank you." Sister Hong smiled meaningfully, patted Atalia's shoulder, and then helped her back into the crowd. What Sister Hong didn't know was that Atalia wasn't unaware of the disparity in strength. She had just sensed something, a movement from her wrist... That guy is finally making a move. Atalia couldn't help but twist her wrists, which were crossed, wishing she could grind off the black bracelet on her wrist. Brown helped the girl in the box to sit up, but her restraints were still in place. Her arms were bound behind her back, the metal restraints holding her elbows tightly together, preventing them from separating. From the middle of her upper arms downwards, her skin was not visible. From the front, only her shoulders, pulled back, could be seen. Such tight restraints were indeed formidable. Atalia couldn't help but recall the time she fell from the World Tree. She had been in a helpless state, bound tightly by leather, just like the girl in front of her. She suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for the girl. Brown tapped on the screen, and with a series of "clicks," the metal restraints on the girl began to fall off. Roughly estimated, at least twenty locks were opened from top to bottom. Such density made even Sister Hong gasp. As far as she knew, these mobile prisons were used to exile convicted criminals. She had encountered several types, but she had never seen one with such tight restraints and so many locks. Sister Hong began to speculate about the girl's identity. Judging by her figure and skin, the girl was definitely not old. What major crime could such a young person have committed to be treated this way? The girl wore no extra clothing, only a metal bra and metal "panties" below. For some reason, Brown did not remove these two items. Instead, she first asked someone to fetch underwear and a blanket. During this time, to everyone's anticipation, Brown removed the restraints on the girl's head. With a series of crisp unlocking sounds, the integrated gag, eye mask, and earplugs on the

Atalia was furious, incandescently so. This rage stemmed, firstly, from Dr. Steelbeard's torture of her companion right before her eyes, a torture inflicted in a manner utterly inhuman. Secondly, it was born from the prolonged restraint. Atalia had been bound continuously for nearly a month. During this month, she had experienced numerous adventures, moments of hope, and depths of despair, but more than anything, a suffocating sense of helplessness. It was important to remember that Atalia's strength was top-tier, even across the entire continent. Few could pose a threat to her. Yet, under her sister's machinations, she had spent most of this journey watching her companions exert themselves while she, like a burden, or rather, like cargo, was at the mercy of others, now even waiting for rescue. For a powerhouse, and an elven noble like Atalia, this was profoundly humiliating. This humiliation had been suppressed deep within her, until now. Witnessing Eilish being tortured and being powerless to intervene, this humiliation finally reached its breaking point, transforming into pure rage. "Calm down, calm down. Did you feel that tremor just now? Reinforcements are coming. You need to stay calm!" "Breaking free now would be far too forceful for you. And there won't be another chance to break free so quickly. I'd also be severely weakened. It's not worth it, not worth it." The Lord of Darkness reappeared after Steelbeard and Madam Spider had left. Sensing Atalia's fury, he had been urging her to remain calm. Atalia remained silent, of course, she couldn't speak. She was fixed to the examination table. Though her eyes were open, she could see nothing. Her mouth was sealed shut, rendering her mute, and her ears were plugged. While her head appeared unrestrained, Atalia's five senses were, in fact, completely suppressed. Combined with the full-body restraints, calling Atalia a mere ornament wouldn't be inaccurate. Her arms still lacked strength, her legs couldn't even bend. Damn it, damn it! Atalia understood everything the Lord of Darkness said. The very reasons he spoke of were why she was so anxious. When the Shark Sea Gang had invaded, she had the ability to break free from her restraints, so she hadn't felt this stifled and impatient. But now, she lacked that ability. She was truly reduced to watching her companions in peril. In this state of mind, Atalia couldn't calm down. She craved nothing more than a fierce, all-out battle. She also recognized that Madam Spider and Dr. Steelbeard were no easy opponents. She had a premonition that Dr. Steelbeard was likely even stronger than the Shark Hunter. Atalia's anxiety was useless. She was beyond merely being unable to exert her strength. Under the suppression of the sealing runes, she was utterly powerless. If the sealing runes weren't suppressed, even if she were freed from her bonds, she would be nothing more than a frail woman. Moreover, during this month-long journey of confinement, her body and mind had undergone changes. As much as she hated to admit it, she had to confront the fact that her body was becoming increasingly "accustomed" to the restraints. "Accustomed" was a polite term; one could even say she had developed an "interest" or "dependency" on being bound. Perhaps I should research how to fight while bound? I could use a knee strike, or a headbutt, to inflict some physical damage, but the power... Pfft! What am I thinking! Atalia snapped back to reality. She had actually considered how to fight while restrained. Did she intend to be bound for the rest of her life? How could that be! Just as Atalia was attempting to calm herself with stray thoughts, she suddenly felt a gust of wind. Although Atalia was tightly bound and restrained all over, her skin was still exposed, allowing her to feel the movement of air. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind swept around Atalia, and then something stopped beside her. Atalia couldn't see or hear, so she naturally had no idea what had happened. Eilish, having returned, now held the massive black sword loosely in her hand, her gaze fixed coldly on the shattered glass not far away. "Little darling, stop running. Come back obediently. I promise I won't let that pervert touch you!" Madam Spider appeared. Though she spoke with a gentle tone and gentle words, her expression was hideously contorted. A long gash marred her chest, stretching from her left breast down to her abdomen, which was split open as if by a blade, spilling bright red blood. Needless to say, that wound was inflicted by Eilish. After being rescued and awakened by the black sword, she had caught Madam Spider completely off guard, landing a solid blow with her sword. But Madam Spider was clearly no ordinary person, only sustaining a small gash on her abdomen. For an ordinary Leviathan, that sword strike would have cleaved her in two! "That pervert has undergone modifications too, tsk tsk tsk," the ancient voice from within the black sword echoed in Eilish's consciousness. "I say, little girl, you can still run now. That iron lump went mad. Once he achieves his goal, you're dead." "What did he go to do?" Eilish frowned, asking in her consciousness. "I don't know, but it's definitely not good. There's something strange about this place." "...I'm not leaving. I have to take Atalia with me."

Bear Black had nothing else to offer but immense strength. Xia Yu Bing's slender wrists were bound with rope more than ten times, until they were no longer visible, before being tightened and secured. Next were Xia Yu Bing's arms. Every few centimeters, Bear Black would wrap the rope around four or five times, tightening and reinforcing it longitudinally each time. When he reached Xia Yu Bing's elbows, he clasped them together with one hand, forcing Xia Yu Bing to hold her head high and chest out. The ample bosom, accentuated by her qipao, swelled outwards, captivating the gazes of the male patrons. This ordeal was not originally meant to be performed in public. However, the hall master of Zhe Long Village, being lecherous, had proposed it be done openly, believing it would shame Xia Yu Bing into refusal, allowing him to press his advantage. To his surprise, Xia Yu Bing agreed without protest. Thus, it became a recurring event, and over time, the number of patrons staying and dining at Xia Yu Bing's establishment increased. At this moment, Bear Black had finished binding and tightening the ropes around Xia Yu Bing's upper arms. The onlookers saw that her once smooth arms were now marked by undulating mounds of flesh where the ropes had constricted them. Though not pronounced, the bulges were clearly visible. The flesh thus squeezed out had taken on a reddish hue, a stark contrast to its former pallor, possessing a unique allure. Bear Black unfurled another bundle of rope, this time placing it around Xia Yu Bing's neck. With her hair tied up, her smooth neck was fully exposed, particularly the nape, where the elegant bone structure showed through the skin. Those with a penchant for such sights clenched their fists, their hearts racing. As they spoke, Xia Yu Bing's chest had already been constricted by Bear Black. Her qipao featured a designed opening that revealed the cleavage between her breasts. Now, with her twin peaks forcefully bound, her chest appeared fuller than before. The previously filled opening was now stretched taut, bulging outwards. From the side, the qipao fabric seemed strained to its limit, every thread taut. In contrast, Xia Yu Bing's bosom was more rounded and plump, squeezed by ten coils of rope from above and below. Xia Yu Bing felt her breasts swell and ache with discomfort. She lowered her head, but could only see the filled opening of her qipao, where her fair-skinned flesh strained to escape. If seen, it would surely tempt one to reach out and pinch. "Second Master's strength is truly formidable. My body, however, can barely endure it," Xia Yu Bing said, her breath coming in gasps. Her voice, lacking its usual vigor, was now tinged with a tremor and a hint of weakness. This was because Bear Black had bound her so tightly that her breathing was restricted. "Boss Xia's skills are impressive. I must use my full strength," Bear Black replied. He then continued to wrap the rope around Xia Yu Bing's arms, binding her torso and arms together. This forced Xia Yu Bing's arms to press tightly against her body, her elbows and upper arms unable to move even a fraction. Her posture consequently became even more erect. "Oh~" someone exclaimed in admiration. They saw that Xia Yu Bing's figure was now at its peak of beauty. From her slender neck to her swollen bosom, the curve was rounded yet not exaggerated, exuding grace and tension. Below this, it tapered to a slender waist before flaring out to her hips and buttocks. It could be said that under the rope's embellishment, Xia Yu Bing, despite her discomfort, displayed her exquisite figure to its fullest, adding a significant amount of sexiness. After binding Xia Yu Bing's waist and abdomen, Bear Black looped the rope under her armpits, tightening the outer coils between her arms and body, further restricting her movement. "Hoo hoo..." Xia Yu Bing held her head high, facing the many gazes. Yet, she showed no shame or anger, her expression remaining composed. However, due to the constricting ropes, her breathing was affected, and a blush had unconsciously spread across her pretty face. Bear Black completed the binding of Xia Yu Bing's body but did not proceed to her legs. Instead, he took out a pair of metal cuffs from his pocket and fastened them around Xia Yu Bing's wrists, forearms, and elbows. Xia Yu Bing felt her already pressed-together arms being further compressed. The hard, unyielding restraints made her situation even more dire. Under their confinement, even without the ropes, she would be unable to separate her arms. For her, escape had become exceedingly difficult. Xia Yu Bing gently bit her lower lip. This sight evoked a sense of pity in many, but they also knew the might of Zhe Long Village and remained silent. Young Master Zhu, on the other hand, openly appraised Xia Yu Bing's figure with a look of "appreciation," his lustful gaze undisguised. Xia Yu Bing glanced at him with her beautiful eyes, offered him a slight smile, and nodded in acknowledgment. This action further astonished the onlookers; she was truly a remarkable woman. With a click, Bear Black produced a pair of finger cuffs from somewhere and bound Xia Yu Bing's thumbs together. He then took out a roll of tape and taped her remaining eight fingers together, one by one, wrapping them repeatedly. He continued until the entire roll of tape was used. Xia Yu Bing's delicate hands now appeared several sizes larger, her ten fingers tightly confined, making even the slightest movement a luxury. Some onlookers looked at Xia Yu Bing's face. She still maintained an indifferent expression, politely acknowledging their gazes. They wondered, with her fingers immobilized, could she still escape? Ah, she still had her qi. This proprietress must be a master of qi manipulation, they surmised. Bear Black's next action, however, surprised them even more. He produced a small pill and said to Xia Yu Bing, "If you have no objections, take this." "What is this?" someone asked. "Qi Dispersion Pill!" someone recognized it. The Qi Dispersion Pill temporarily scattered the internal qi, rendering it unusable for a period. It was a rather insidious elixir. However, since the qi could be recovered later, it was often used in conjunction with other items. If Xia Yu Bing were to take it now, she would be unable to use her qi. Faced with such tight restraints, could she still break free? Of course, Qi Dispersion Pills had different grades, and they were not effective for everyone. For true masters, the effect would be greatly diminished. However, in the eyes of the onlookers, Xia Yu Bing was clearly not a master, otherwise, why would she be threatened by Zhe Long Village? Xia Yu Bing glanced at the small pill in Bear Black's hand and said, "A high-grade Qi Dispersion Pill. Second Master is quite generous." Pills were categorized into five grades: Celestial, Supreme, High, Medium, and Low. High-grade was already a very excellent tier, and it was the highest level that martial artists like themselves could typically access, making them quite valuable. Celestial and Supreme grades were generally only available to masters of S-rank or above, or to major factions. Thus, Xia Yu Bing was slightly surprised. Although Zhe Long Village was a significant stronghold, it was, at best, a bandit group ruling its territory. Obtaining a high-grade Qi Dispersion Pill was already quite difficult. "Are you going to eat it, or not? If you don't, I'll feed it to you," Bear Black said gruffly. Xia Yu Bing's thoughts raced. To the astonishment of the crowd, she opened her mouth, nodded, and swallowed the Qi Dispersion Pill. Her throat bobbed, and the pill went down. "She actually dares!" someone exclaimed. They knew that without the use of qi under such tight restraints, escape would be virtually impossible. Xia Yu Bing licked her lips and smiled, "It's my first time trying such a high-grade pill, but the taste is no different?" Bear Black ignored her. He casually unfurled a new rope, and without regard for Xia Yu Bing's consent, lifted the hem of her qipao and began binding her hips. Xia Yu Bing frowned slightly at this, but quickly regained her composure, allowing Bear Black to weave the rope into a braid that passed through her lower body. Bear Black applied a little more force, and Xia Yu Bing let out a soft moan, "Ying~" The sound sent shivers down the spines of everyone present, male and female alike. "This is too much! You're going too far!" At this point, someone finally couldn't stand it and slammed the table, standing up. The crowd saw it was a couple, who had now drawn their swords. "Hmm?" The men from Zhe Long Village also drew their blades and surrounded them. As a fight seemed imminent, Xia Yu Bing's voice cut through the tension. "Esteemed guests, your kindness is appreciated, but this is my private matter. Please do not trouble yourselves. I can handle it myself. Thank you." Even bound, Xia Yu Bing gave a slight bow. The couple wanted to say more, but Xia Yu Bing gently shook her head at them. The two then huffed and left together. Bear Black had now bound Xia Yu Bing's thighs as securely as her arms. Her thighs, having more flesh than her arms, were now more pronouncedly contoured by the ropes, making them even more alluring. The qipao hem covered her thighs, creating a mysterious allure, like a pipa player half-veiled, and the glimpses of skin that occasionally appeared were even more captivating. "Alright, it's time to go to the trial room," Bear Black said. He did not continue binding Xia Yu Bing's lower legs. Instead, he placed a metal collar around her neck and then spoke. Xia Yu Bing paused. She did not follow Bear Black but turned to look at Young Master Zhu, smiling enchantingly. "Would Young Master Zhu accompany me on this walk?" "Hmm?" Young Master Zhu, Bear Black, and the guests were all taken aback. At this point, who accompanied her made no difference, did it? "Young Master Zhu is unwilling?" "Oh, oh, oh, willing, of course, I'm willing." Young Master Zhu happily stood up and eagerly approached Xia Yu Bing. Bear Black snorted at Xia Yu Bing and handed the remaining package of restraints to Young Master Zhu. "Heh heh, Miss Xia, please," Young Master Zhu said, placing his left hand on Xia Yu Bing's slender waist and gesturing with his right. Xia Yu Bing's body stiffened for a moment, then she took small steps, her high heels clicking, and followed him into a private room on the first floor of the inn. For the trial, Xia Yu Bing had specifically cleared out a small room, only a few square meters in size, containing nothing but a bed. It was essentially a stairwell. She would be locked inside to attempt to break free on her own, with no one to interfere. If she could not escape within the time it took for an incense stick to burn, she would be deemed defeated.

Trish walked ahead, a chain in her hand, with Atalia at the other end. "Mmmph! Mmph!!" Atalia's arms were still bound straight behind her, and this time, a pair of black gauntlets had been added on the outside. The gauntlets were cinched with numerous straps, all locked, clearly products of the seal script. The ropes and gauntlets restrained Atalia from her fingers to her upper arms, with excess straps wrapped around her arms and torso, binding them together. No matter how she struggled or writhed, only her upper body could move. Atalia's breasts were left uncovered, bouncing wildly in the air, with a pair of nipple clamps attached to her cherry-like nipples. The chains from the clamps were connected to a chain extending from her collar. Whenever Trish pulled the chain, it wasn't just Atalia's neck that was tugged, but also her tender, sensitive nipples, which was why Atalia kept whimpering. A black corset re-constrained Atalia's waist, with neat straps cinching her from beneath her chest to her hips. It not only restricted Atalia's breathing but also made it difficult for her to bend over. If she were to bend, her entire upper body would have to lean forward, which was extremely uncomfortable. A strap at the bottom of the corset passed between Atalia's legs. Attached to this thick strap were two dildos, inserted into Atalia's front and rear, vibrating slightly. While the vibration wasn't intense, Atalia's body, already hypersensitive, trembled with stimulation, causing her to writhe occasionally, making her breasts sway. Of course, this wasn't the only reason she writhed in place. Her legs were also bound together tightly with ropes and single leg restraints. The same golden ropes were used, in sets of four loops, six sets in total, binding Atalia from her upper thighs to her ankles. Then, the single leg restraints were placed over them. The leather restraints enveloped Atalia's beautiful legs from her toes to mid-thighs. The snug restraints perfectly molded to Atalia's leg shape, not only accentuating her curves but also allowing every inch of her skin to feel the full sensation of restraint. The straps on the outside further tightened the restraints. Under this dual binding, Atalia's legs could only be held tightly together. The flesh of her legs, bulging from the ropes, was then pressed by the restraints, causing immense discomfort. She felt as if her legs were being forcibly fused into one, making even standing difficult, let alone bending her knees. But due to Trish's pulling, Atalia was forced to hop forward in this posture. If she resisted, she felt a tug on both her neck and her breasts simultaneously, a sensation that forced Atalia to submit. "Ooooh! Mmmph mmmph!!" The stimulation from below and the tugging on her breasts made Atalia cry out tenderly. With every hop, she had to bend her knees and take a small, difficult step. For every step Trish took, Atalia had to hop two or three times to keep up. Because of the corset, Atalia was already struggling to breathe. Under such strenuous exertion, Atalia's pretty face was flushed red. Sweat and saliva made her cheeks glisten in the dim light. Her eyes were half-closed, losing focus. She mechanically hopped forward, following Trish, her mind a complete blur. The corridor wasn't long. The ten-meter distance was marked by a clear trail of moisture, starting as drops, then a stream, then more drops, and increasing in number. Crossing these ten meters had already left Atalia panting like a bull. The stimulation from below made her legs weak, and she could only moan and writhe in place. Atalia dared not fall, knowing that if she did, Trish wouldn't help her up. Instead, she would continue to pull like training a dog, or drag her along the ground. That would be too humiliating. Even in this state, Atalia refused to abandon her dignity. Even in this situation, she had her principles. So itchy, so tired, so hot... "Hoo, hoo hoo hoo..." It's so itchy down there, I want to scratch it, damn it, I can't move my hands, it's so tight! "Mmph! Mmph!!" Ah! My chest is being pulled again! It hurts?! My breasts feel like they're going to explode, so full! "Hurry up, you can't take it anymore? My dear P-R-I-N-C-E-S-S~" Trish deliberately drew out the words, mocking her. "Mmph! Mmph!!" Hearing this, a cold glint flashed in Atalia's eyes from beneath her disheveled hair, but it was quickly followed by despair. Although she had forcibly maintained her dignity, how long could she last like this? No matter what, as long as she could endure, she had to endure, even if—Ahhh?! "Mmph?!" Just as Atalia was encouraging herself, her toes suddenly straightened, and a pair of ultra-high heels appeared on her feet. The heels were a good twenty centimeters tall, forcing Atalia to stand on her tiptoes. These shoes also bound Atalia's feet together, multiplying the difficulty of standing and hopping exponentially! Not only that, but a hood extended from the collar around Atalia's neck, enveloping her head. Atalia instantly lost her sight, and even her hearing was suppressed. She thrashed about in place like a headless fly. What, what kind of joke is this?! How am I supposed to—Ugh! Again?! After the hood sealed off Atalia's senses, the vibrations from below suddenly intensified. Intense pleasure washed over Atalia's reason like a tide. She had been resisting forcefully, but now the appearance of the high heels and the hood distracted her. Then, the surging pleasure of vibration broke through, overwhelming Atalia's mind. Ahhhhh! No, I'm going, going to... Ugh! Just as Atalia was about to climax, her breasts were tugged again. Trish had done this intentionally. Atalia's refusal only made him enjoy it more; he could play with her slowly. But now, seeing this beautiful woman writhing and panting in place made Trish's crotch throb. He couldn't wait any longer! Fucking the Great Elf Princess, what a conquest! Today, Trish would try it! In her daze, Atalia was pushed to the ground. The pain of falling was nothing to Atalia now. She desperately writhed on the ground, trying to rub her thighs together, trying to scratch herself below, but bound by both ropes and leather, and wearing a hood, she was merely a black flesh puppet, only able to roll on the ground, swinging her breasts, the only part of her body that was free. "Mmmph~ Mmmph mmmph~" Atalia let out a series of increasingly loud moans from her muffled mouth. Her body was burning with heat, and her reason was hanging by a thread. Climax was just a breath away. "I've fucked the number one in Bluebird, and now I'm going to enjoy the number one in Os. My life is complete!" Atalia heard Trish shout. She felt herself being pushed to the ground, someone straddling her. "Ooooh!!" The vibrator from below was forcibly pulled out, leaving a trail of glistening nectar. Atalia's delicate body trembled violently, convulsing. The removal of the vibrator almost shut down Atalia's brain, but it also brought her back to a slight awareness. She realized what was about to happen. No, how could I be... by a human, no, no!! "Mmph!!"

Atalia shook her head. "Is this painting too big?" Elfie took a look. The painting reached the ceiling, leaving less than half a meter to the floor. It was about seven or eight meters high and four or five meters wide. It was indeed too large for a bedroom and more suitable for a hall. "Could it be?" Atalia and Elfie exchanged glances, seeing the suspicion in each other's eyes. Elfie stepped forward, using her sword to pry up a corner of the painting, and then slowly removed the entire painting from the wall. As expected, behind the painting was a metal door with a special keyhole. "It was hidden here!" Atalia exclaimed in surprise. Triss really knew how to hide things. She took out a key and opened the metal door. What lay beyond the metal door, however, was beyond their expectations. Before them stood a woman with waist-length black hair. Her skin was fair with a rosy hue, glowing as if lit from within. She was completely naked, her only covering a "garment" made of rope that covered her from head to toe, almost her entire body. Her eyes were covered by a rope blindfold, sealing her vision. More rope was threaded through her teeth, wrapped around her head several times to force her small mouth open, and then wound from beneath her nose to her chin, sealing her slightly parted lips like a yellow bandage. From the outside, only thick rope was visible. This was not all; the rope continued around her chin, neck, and the tip of her nose, finally forming a bridle-like structure that tightened in her black hair. Just the head seemed to require a considerable amount of rope, with only her delicate nose visible. Looking further down, her shoulders and collarbones were bound tightly by dense rope loops. Her breasts were constricted by horizontal ropes above and below, cinching them at the base. Then, the shoulder ropes slid vertically down her cleavage, hooking onto the ropes beneath her breasts and pulling upwards, returning behind her from the other shoulder. This design caused her breasts to bulge out from the two openings of a star-shaped rope net. The ropes tightly squeezed the roots of her breasts, making them appear exaggeratedly swollen and pressed outwards. Each breast was divided into eight sections by crisscrossing ropes, the soft white flesh spilling out like marshmallow, tender and alluring. The cherry-like nipples were obscured by the intersection of the cross-shaped ropes. In this manner, the ropes on her chest acted like a rope-made fetish bra, constricting her twin peaks. However, it offered little concealment, barely covering the nipples while making the flesh more prominent, the carnal desire palpable. Even her slender waist was not spared. The ropes wove an intricate net, enveloping her entire midsection. Her navel was specifically highlighted by a circular rope opening. More striking was a peculiar pattern painted in pink on her fair abdomen. From a distance, it resembled a heart, surrounded by what looked like twisted, writhing ropes. The pattern was symmetrical, and aesthetically pleasing on its own, but its placement on her lower abdomen, with the tip of the heart pointing towards her private parts, exuded an indescribable allure and sexiness. The abdominal ropes, following the heart's direction, continued down to her lower body and around to her back. Several knots were visible at her crotch and rear, which appeared to be already damp. As for her arms, they were completely invisible from the front, as they were bound tightly behind her. Her forearms were brought together upwards, pressed against the hollow between her shoulder blades and secured to her back. The rope was wound tightly every three fingers, making her forearms look like they were wearing yellow and white checkered sleeves. Her slender fingers were also forced into pairs and bound tightly from the base, middle, and tips. This was only for her forearms. Her upper arms, pressed against her forearms, were firmly bound with ropes radiating outwards from below her wrists. There were ropes specifically binding her upper and lower arms together, as well as ropes that wrapped around the outside of her upper arms, securing her arms tightly to her body. From behind, the ropes on her body resembled a butterfly with spread wings, binding her in a posture of prayer while also creating a breathtaking sense of tightness and beauty. Compared to the elaborate designs on her upper body, the ropes on her long, beautiful legs were relatively "simple," but this simplicity was in the design. Her legs were simply bound together, with five coils of rope every three fingers, all the way from her thighs, knees, calves, and feet, finally tying her big toes together. Roughly speaking, there were at least twelve sets of rope circles on her legs. These rope circles were further reinforced by ropes extending from her abdomen, starting from her thighs and running vertically all the way to the foot loops, finally secured to an iron ring on the ground, forcing her legs to remain straight and appear even longer. This tightness caused only a few sections of beautiful flesh to bulge out on her thighs, the rest being indented by the ropes. This extreme, even insane, tightness also kept her legs firmly together, unable to separate even slightly. Looking from behind, one could also see ropes specifically wrapped around her buttocks, dividing her shapely rear into sections. The full buttocks, constricted by the ropes, had some parts indented and more protruding, appearing uneven. Insulting words like "meat livestock" and "rope slave" were written on them. The woman was thus suspended in mid-air, with ropes hanging from above and extending to the ground, fixing her in place. This forced her to hang there naked and rigidly, unable to bend her knees, crouch, or even lower her head. Yet, despite such tight and extreme binding, her skin was only slightly red, with no signs of purple discoloration or necrosis at the joints, indicating she was no ordinary person. "Who... who is this?" Elfie asked in surprise. Atalia was also shocked. As a professional in being bound, she knew how intense and even despair-inducing the tightness of such dense rope could be. Being so tightly bound and hidden in this secret room, was this woman Triss's important private collection? At this moment, Atalia noticed the woman's waist-length black hair. It cascaded down smoothly, the ends neatly reaching her slender waist, unstained by dust even in the dark, lightless secret room, as black as ink. Although Leviathans were also human, their hair color generally leaned towards brown or silver-gray. This woman clearly resembled people from the Blue Kite side more. Could she be a Blue Kite person? Atalia was unsure. Her eyes and mouth were covered, so her face was completely hidden. From her figure alone, one could tell her breasts and buttocks were very prominent, combined with a slender waist and full thighs. Her figure was not slim, but definitely sexy, clearly the type Triss, that old pervert, would favor. "What should we do?" Elfie looked at Atalia. Atalia pondered. They had come here merely to see if they could obtain any weapons or materials Triss had collected, but they had unexpectedly found such a beauty. However, considering she might be a Blue Kite person, taking her to Blue Kite would not be a bad thing. So, she said, "Let's put her down. I'll take her to Blue Kite." Elfie nodded gently. This woman before them was indeed pitiable. She drew her short sword and attempted to cut the ropes on the woman, but to her surprise, the ropes were incredibly tough. Elfie's sword left no mark. Instead, it seemed to stimulate the woman, who began to let out faint moans. "Mmm~~ Mmm-hmm-hmm~~" The woman's body trembled slightly. Such a seductive cry sent shivers down Atalia's spine. It was definitely not a sound an ordinary woman could make. It seemed Triss had turned her into a lustful vixen. "That damned..." Atalia shook her head, signaling Elfie to try magic. After Elfie enchanted her short sword, the ropes could no longer resist. After a few more rubs, they snapped. It was then that they discovered that the ropes on this woman were all connected from a single long rope. They could not discern the complex path of the rope. To their surprise, it was made from just one rope. As one section broke, the ropes all over the woman loosened. However, it seemed she had been bound for too long, and most of the ropes were still embedded in her beautiful flesh, unable to detach. Elfie had to exert some force to pull the ropes off the woman. As the ropes fell away, numerous rope marks, large and small, appeared on her body, looking dense and shocking. Atalia helped support the woman's legs, and Elfie cut the ropes suspending her. The woman let out a startled cry, "Mmm!" and collapsed into their arms. "So pitiful," Atalia said with deep empathy, sighing. "Gurgle~ Mmm-hmm~~" The woman lay on the ground, writhing, but her writhing didn't seem like an attempt to escape. Instead, she burrowed into Elfie's embrace, rubbing her head against Elfie's hand. Elfie and Atalia exchanged glances, seeing surprise and confusion in each other's eyes. Elfie quickly untied the ropes from the woman's head. Her pair of black, alluring eyes and delicate cherry-red lips were revealed. "So beautiful," Atalia thought. The woman's features were perfectly matched, especially her alluring eyes beneath her curved eyebrows, which exuded a pitiable aura that made one want to hold her. Beneath her delicate nose, her small mouth was slightly parted, revealing pearly white teeth between her moist, pink lips. Atalia was certain this was the appearance of someone from the Blue Kite side. This woman was likely indeed a Blue Kite person. "Ah, ah, mm-hmm..." The woman looked at them, her mouth opening slightly, letting out a few soft moans, her voice bone-chillingly seductive. Atalia's heart tightened. Could she not speak? However, Elfie, with her sharp eyes, noticed something. She gently parted the woman's mouth and inserted her finger, finally pulling out a tongue-shaped gag. It turned out this thing had been on the woman's tongue all along, preventing her from moving it freely, thus making it impossible for her to speak clearly. After Elfie removed the tongue gag, the woman coughed a few times, her large eyes fixed on them. She asked, "Who are you? Where is Master? Does Master not want me anymore?" "Master, what is your master's name?" Atalia asked. "Master is Master. I am merely a lowly slave serving Master and cannot speak Master's name directly," the woman replied.