Misty Forest

Lia let out a sigh of relief. It seemed this kind young lady was good, and she was going to be saved. Her arms gradually regained freedom. Lia squinted, enjoying the sensation of her limbs being unbound. As soon as the ropes were loosened, her arms tingled and itched as if ants were crawling over them, and she couldn't move them yet. But Lia wasn't nervous. After all, the other party had already reached the back of her head, and it looked like they were about to remove the ball gag. However, in the next second, Lia's vision went black, and she couldn't see anything. A pitch-black blindfold was placed over her head, and the ties were secured tightly at the back of her head. Huh? "Mmph?!" Lia froze. When she realized what was happening and tried to struggle, her arms, which had just regained freedom, were pulled back behind her, followed by the familiar sensation of ropes! "Mmph?! Mmph mmph!!!!" Lia thrashed wildly, her legs kicking incessantly, her body swaying violently from side to side. But the maid was incredibly strong, her hands like vises pinning Lia to the ground. Then the maid sat directly on Lia and began to bind her. Lia was stunned. What was going on? What was with this sister? So, it was just because her forearms had been freed that she was being re-bound now?! No!!! But Lia's desperate wails were muffled by the gloves and the ball gag, only a mournful "mmph" escaping her throat. She was pinned beneath the maid, completely unable to resist. Soon, her arms were bound together again, even more tightly than before. This time, from her elbows to her fingertips, they were completely and meticulously restrained. Six sets of figure-eight knots held her arms together, leaving no room for movement. Lia felt like her shoulders were being torn apart, her upper body involuntarily arching. The maid seemed to notice this. After adding a few more ropes to Lia's legs, she removed her shoes and bent Lia's calves backward. Ignoring Lia's struggles, she connected Lia's ankles to her elbows! The connecting rope was continuously tightened by the maid, and Lia's delicate body gradually bent. In the end, her toes, encased in white silk and writhing helplessly, were almost touching the back of her head. Lia's body was forced into the shape of a bow. Because her arms were bound straight, her palms, now stretched out and together, were forced between her soft thighs. Her thighs were already bound tightly, and now her fingers were being forcibly inserted, causing Lia to gasp in pain, her small face contorted in agony. The maid paid her no mind. She gathered Lia's long hair, magically cleaned it, and tied it into a ponytail. Then, she used a thin rope to bind the roots of her hair to her soles and big toes. Lia's head was forced to lift high, her soles and toes completely immobilized. Her entire body was bent into a bow, utterly unable to move. "Guh! Guh mmph!!" Lia couldn't see, couldn't speak, and her body was bound like this. She was in a more miserable state than when she was hanging upside down. What terrified her even more was that she didn't know the maid's intentions. What if the maid intended to sell her? Then... Before Lia could finish her thought, the maid yanked the ropes around her hips, causing the knot to dig deeper into her crotch. Lia let out an uncomfortable moan, and a blush spread across her face, hidden by the ball gag and blindfold. Then, the maid extended a rope from the hip harness. It first looped around her wrists, then continued to pull, hooking over her elbows, the ball gag strap, and her ankles, before being secured to her knees. Lia didn't know what was happening at first, but as she instinctively struggled, the hip rope immediately began to chafe her intimate area, sending a shiver through her entire body. Only then did she realize that the maid had created a linked system. No matter if she struggled with her wrists, body, head, or ankles, it would trigger this hip rope, making her entire body go limp and unable to gather the strength to resist! "Mmph, mmph mmph..." Lia felt a wave of despair. Being made into this state by the maid, her fate was likely not going to be good. A pull came from behind her, and with Lia's pained cry, she was lifted into the air. The maid, holding the ropes on her back, lifted her with one hand, like carrying a human backpack. The weight of gravity tightened the ropes on her body slightly, bending Lia's form even further. Her head was forced to tilt back, her entire body tightly bound, like a human handbag, carried by the maid towards the depths of the forest. Accompanied by Lia's faint moans, the maid's emotionless voice slowly echoed, "A-class specimen captured. Will be brought back for placement." "Mmph... Mmph mmph..."

The maid brought a pair of black "panties," which were actually a chastity belt. Because Leah was lying down and her blindfold wasn't completely removed, she was completely unaware of what was happening behind her. It wasn't until the foreign object touched her rear and then penetrated that Leah froze, followed by frantic screams and struggles! "Ugh!!!!! Ugh oh oh oh!!!!!!! Oh—!!!!!" Leah's features were contorted. She was only sixteen, how could she have experienced this? The black foreign object was directly forced into her undeveloped rear, stretching her to the point of cold sweats. If her mouth hadn't been gagged, the entire castle would have heard her screams. The maid emotionlessly inserted the black rod, followed by the lower part. As both rods were fully submerged into Leah's tender parts, Leah's expression was one of utter despair, her eyes rolled back, her body occasionally twitching, no longer having the strength to resist.

The castle was a standard square, with four towers at its corners. From the outside, it stood five stories high, with an open-air courtyard at its center. The maid carried Lyra in from the south. The corridor was lit by torches, casting an unusually dark atmosphere. It took the maid five minutes to reach a portrait, during which Lyra saw no one else. The maid fiddled with something in front of the portrait. Lyra's eyes widened as she looked closely, only to realize the portrait was just a frame, its center now transparent. As Lyra wondered what was happening, the maid, still carrying her, walked straight into the frame. Her vision went black, then bright. Lyra found herself in a small space, about thirty to forty square meters, seemingly created by some spatial magic within the frame. Lyra was curious about what the woman intended, when with a casual wave of her hand, the space transformed into a dormitory. Lyra felt a sense of familiarity, and upon closer inspection, realized it was an exact replica of her current room! "The storage space is ready. Commencing placement," the maid's emotionless voice announced. A sudden fear gripped Lyra. Placement? Wait, was she going to be locked away here forever? "Mmph! Mmph!" Lyra trembled violently, struggling with all her might. But the maid threw her to the ground and unfastened the complex ropes binding her, allowing Lyra to stretch her limbs. Her bones popped and cracked as her body, bent for who knew how long, finally straightened. Lyra closed her eyes in relief. The maid then flipped Lyra over, removed the gag, and pulled out the sodden glove from her mouth. "Cough, cough, cough, you, what are you—Mmph?!" Before Lyra could utter a word, the maid shoved a small, transparent ball into her mouth. The ball immediately filled her oral cavity, pressing her tongue down firmly, rendering it immobile. Given its size, swallowing it was impossible. "Mmph! Mmph?!" Lyra glared at the maid, her delicate body writhing. Her slender, white legs rubbed against the ground with a "swish, swish" sound. But it was all in vain. The maid's reinforced bindings felt as if they were part of Lyra's skin, making any attempt to loosen them futile. Lyra tried to open her mouth to spit out the ball, which was uncomfortably lodged at the back of her throat. However, the maid pinched her rosy lips and made a zipping motion in the air with her right hand. When the maid released her left hand, Lyra's lips were sealed shut, as if they had fused together! "Gmmph! Mmph!!" With no gap in her mouth and the ball inside, Lyra could only emit muffled sounds through her nose. She shook her head in disbelief, her long white hair flying like snow, but it offered no solace to her torment. Her lips, which appeared normal from the outside, were bizarrely sealed, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't open them. Lyra also noticed that the ball in her mouth was emitting magical fluctuations, replenishing her constantly depleting mana. As long as she had mana, she could survive, but didn't this mean she could never die?! This magic ball was, in fact, the treasure Lyra had always dreamed of: the Infinite Mana Orb. While not exceptionally rare, possessing one marked its owner as at least an SS-class Archmage. The orb could continuously restore the holder's mana for a century. If Lyra could obtain it, her advancement to S-class mage would be instantaneous, and with further study, SS-class would be within reach. She had stumbled upon records of this orb in the Misty Forest, which led her to venture there on a whim. Now she had it, but... Ignoring Lyra's enraged struggles, the maid positioned her on all fours and unbound her legs. Lyra's legs were slender due to her physique, though a bit short. Paired with her smooth white stockings, they looked quite adorable. The maid then sat on Lyra's thighs, lifted her skirt, and removed her panties. The coolness on her backside sent an ominous premonition through Lyra. She tried to twist her waist, but only managed to arch her buttocks, which swayed in the air. To an observer, it might have looked as if she was eagerly anticipating something, perhaps a squeeze of her firm little backside. The maid produced a black "panty"—in reality, a chastity belt. Lyra, lying prone and with her blindfold not fully removed, was unaware of what was happening behind her until a foreign object touched her rear and then penetrated her. Lyra froze, followed by a series of frantic screams and struggles! "Mmph!!!!! Mmmph oh oh oh!!!!!!! Ohhhhhh!!!!!" Lyra's features contorted in agony. She was only sixteen, with no experience of such things. The black object was forced into her undeveloped rear, causing her to break out in a cold sweat. Had her mouth not been gagged, the entire castle would have heard her screams. The maid impassively secured the black rod, then proceeded to the front. As both rods were fully inserted into Lyra's tender flesh, her expression became one of utter despair. Her eyes rolled back, her body twitched intermittently, and she no longer had the strength to resist. The chastity belt also included a urethral plug. However, the maid was clearly not without discretion. Although the rules dictated its use, Lyra's virginity was preserved for now. This was not due to the maid's conscience, but because when Lyra turned twenty, the rods in her lower body would automatically grow, claiming her maidenhood. The maid locked the chastity belt around Lyra's waist and pocketed the key. Thanks to the mana orb, Lyra wouldn't need to eat or, in fact, excrete. However, once Lyra reached adulthood, procedures like enemas would be administered, and at that time, her chastity-belted nether regions would become Lyra's nightmare, her belly full of liquid with no release, a truly unpleasant prospect. Having completed this, the maid re-bound Lyra's legs. This time, the maid showed no mercy. Eight figure-eight rope loops secured Lyra completely, from her tightly clamped thighs to her restlessly twitching toes, all bound immovably, leaving no space between Lyra's beautiful white legs. The maid then produced a pair of leg restraints from somewhere and fitted them onto Lyra's legs. As the straps were gradually tightened and locked, Lyra understood that her legs would never be able to part again.

Remy was slammed to the ground with great force. Her struggling hands were twisted behind her back, and silver ropes coiled around them. What terrified Remy was that with every wrap of the rope, the magic within her became more uncontrollable. If she were bound like this, she would completely lose her connection to magic and become an ordinary girl! The woman's movements were incredibly skilled, the ropes weaving back and forth between Remy's shoulders and armpits, binding her slender arms. Although Remy was still clothed, it was useless. The ropes felt as if they were directly constricting her skin, causing her tender muscles to bulge in lumps, mercilessly! Soon, her arms were clasped together behind her back, tightly bound, not even her fingers spared. The extreme position forced her to arch her chest, but even so, her breasts didn't appear particularly prominent, making her look even more pathetic. "Mmph! Mmmph!" Remy struggled frantically. Although her arms were twisted into a W shape behind her back, she still kicked her legs tirelessly. It was a shame her short legs couldn't reach the woman at all. After tying off the ropes, the woman took out a restraint and placed it over Remy's chest. This restraint enclosed Remy's breasts along with her arms. Remy felt a great force pressing down on her entire upper body, compressing it together and restricting her breathing. She tried to struggle, only to find that she could only twist her waist, which resulted in her entire upper body moving together. Her arms were completely immobilized! No, why! Get away from me! "Mmm... Mmmph..." Remy cried out in despair, emitting barely audible whimpers. The woman took out more rope and tightly wrapped it around Remy's waist several times, cinching her slender waist even thinner. Then, she lifted her skirt and tied several knots, before viciously pulling the rope through her crotch. "Mmmph!" The tightening made Remy arch her entire body backward. Her pupils contracted sharply. The knot wasn't just a knot; when it rubbed, it even produced an electric shock sensation! After the woman connected the crotch rope to Remy's only exposed wrists and palms, Remy dared not move at all, terrified that any struggle would tug on the rope. *Slap!* Remy's pale, plump buttocks received a slap from the woman. Remy squirmed uncomfortably, protesting with sounds from her mouth. Her small face was already flushed red from the humiliating position, and the cylindrical object in her mouth felt like a man's cock, forcing her to take it. A deep sense of humiliation filled her, making her feel utterly ashamed. "Such a firm little ass~" the woman cooed, pinching Remy's buttocks. Remy let out another useless protest. The woman then used the rope to divide Remy's buttocks into four sections, like binding steamed buns. The flesh was squeezed out and changed shape with the woman's kneading, only to quickly recover, indicating excellent texture. But Remy was in agony. This binding was too shameful; she wished she could disappear into a crack in the earth. Next, Remy's thighs, clad in black stockings, were also bound by rope. Her thighs were forced together, unable to separate above the knees, completely immobile, unable to even rub against each other. Remy desperately wiggled her legs, a mix of shame and fear churning within her. She had no idea what this woman intended to do to her. "Alright, get up!" the woman said, tugging on the collar. Remy feigned death, writhing and struggling on the ground, refusing to rise. "Don't be difficult~" the woman warned with a smile. Remy glanced at the woman's silver eyes and shivered inwardly. Those eyes held no emotion whatsoever. Remy felt that the woman was perfectly capable of chopping off her limbs. She could only bite down on the object in her mouth in humiliation and struggle to her feet. "That's a good girl." The woman smiled and patted Remy's head. Remy shook her head, swatting the hand away, and whimpered a few times to express her displeasure. At this point, Remy's upper body was completely restrained. Apart from twisting her waist, she couldn't move a single finger. Moreover, this sole movement would tug on the crotch rope, sending a tingly electric sensation that made Remy involuntarily arch her back and hips, her nether regions becoming slightly moist. Unacceptable! She, a SS-class vampire, was being trained to feel pleasure! Remy's face was flushed crimson. She had a naturally youthful face, and now she looked incredibly cute. The woman pinched her cheek, and Remy glared at her. "Let's go, home." The woman tugged on the collar's chain. Remy grunted and leaned back, refusing to move. "Oh? Stubborn, are we?" A hint of amusement flickered in the woman's eyes as she snapped her fingers lightly. Remy's blood-red pupils trembled. A moan escaped her lips, "Mmmph... mmmph..." She slowly bent over, her legs forming an inward-pointing V, trembling uncontrollably. It seemed the crotch rope had come alive, constantly rubbing and emitting that maddening, tingly electric shock. What made it even worse was that the object in her mouth began to thrust in and out rhythmically! It was as if she were being orally pleasured! "Mmm! Mmmph!!" Remy frantically shook her head, looking at the woman as if begging for mercy. Her thighs rubbed together slightly, and her whole body swayed, as if she might collapse at any moment. The woman snorted, "Seems you still won't listen." As she spoke, a black leather hood appeared in her hand, and she slowly approached Remy. "Mmm! Mmmph!!!" Seeing the hood approach, Remy shook her head in despair. She was truly terrified. The woman clearly knew she was a vampire, and thus could survive even without breathing. Therefore, the hood was completely lightless, clearly intended to seal off all her senses! But what power did Remy have to resist now? The woman grabbed her short hair, and Remy cried out in pain. Then, the hood was unceremoniously placed over her head, completely encasing her small head. "Guh! Guh guh!!" Remy thrashed her head wildly, but the hood, upon touching her collar, merged with it, leaving not a single gap. The hood then began to tighten, so much so that it accentuated Remy's pert little nose and the slight bulges of her eye sockets and mouth. All of Remy's sounds were muffled. The woman fumbled with the hood, and something was inserted into Remy's ears. She could neither see nor hear anything. "Hoo~~~ Hoo-mmph~~~~" Remy's suppressed chest heaved rapidly, but she couldn't draw in a single breath of oxygen. Everything external was blocked by the hood, unable to reach her head. Gradually, Remy's consciousness began to blur. At this moment, she subconsciously struggled with her hands, and the crotch rope began a new round of stimulation. "Mmm! Mmmph!!" Remy let out a desperate moan that only she could hear. Her legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground, a gush of liquid flowing from her nether regions. With all five senses completely sealed off, she couldn't hold back and climaxed. Her body trembled for a while before Remy went limp. The woman tugged on the collar. Although Remy's consciousness was hazy, she was still aware. Fearing further torment, she slowly stood up, head bowed, and stood submissively before the woman. She had been trained to climax and was now forced to obey. This disparity and sense of defeat filled Remy with grief and anger, but there was nothing she could do. She began to worry about her future. The crotch rope was connected to a lead. The woman, holding the crotch rope and the collar's chain, led Remy towards the center of the misty forest. The pitiable vampire Remy clamped her thighs together, her legs forming an inward-pointing V, stumbling along like a master's slave. Every few steps, she would twitch, the stimulation from her crotch and the feeling of suffocation leaving her unable to think. At this point, her body was moving mechanically, unable to see, speak, hear, or even breathe, being pulled into the boundless darkness towards an even more desperate future.

Shirley woke up to find herself in a lavish bedroom. "Where... where am I?" Shirley instinctively reached to brush her bangs aside, but her hand felt a sharp pain and wouldn't obey her command. A few seconds later, Shirley remembered everything, remembering she had been kidnapped. "Is this the kidnapper's house?" Shirley frantically looked around. By the bedside, a woman sat with her back to her. The woman's silver hair cascaded onto the bed, her waist was slender, her hips were curvaceous, and her back alone was enough to captivate thousands. "Mmmph!" Shirley tried to scream, but found her mouth clamped shut by a metal ring. The ring pried open her upper and lower teeth, preventing her from closing her mouth. Only her tender little tongue could freely move in and out of the metal ring, along with, perhaps, her saliva. While unconscious, Shirley's saliva had already coated her entire chin, some even dripping onto her body. Following the trail of drool, Shirley noticed her current state. She was sitting in a chair, no longer bound by chains, but by ropes. Her arms were still tied behind her back, with four loops of rope wrapped around her elbows, forearms, and wrists, binding her slender arms into a Y-shape. She didn't know how long she'd been bound, but Shirley felt her arms growing numb. She knew that while her physical combat skills were weak, her physique was not. Ordinary bindings she could endure, but now she felt numbness, indicating how tightly she had been bound. After binding her arms into a Y-shape, her shoulders were also wedged against the back of the chair, another significant reason for the ache in her arms. Normally, bound arms would cause poor blood circulation, and Shirley's strong constitution allowed her to tolerate this because her blood could still flow somewhat normally. However, when her shoulders were pressed against the chair back, the blood vessels in her shoulders were compressed, which over time would lead to numbness in her entire arm, redness, and even purplish discoloration. If left unattended, it could lead to necrosis. Shirley wasn't that severe, but upon closer inspection, her originally fair, slender arms were starting to turn red. With her arms bound to the chair back, her upper body was similarly secured. Shirley was horrified to see that on the tips of her breasts, squeezed out by the ropes, were a pair of metal clamps. The clamps, through her clothes, bit tightly onto her nipples. Waves of numbness and pain continuously transmitted from her chest to her brain, causing her to gasp for air through her mouth. Her still tender breasts, treated in such a manner, would cause discomfort and shame regardless of one's physical resilience. Furthermore, the ends of these clamps were connected by a thin chain, with a metal ring in the middle. This ring was being pulled and secured to a net of ropes around her waist. If Shirley insisted on struggling with her whole body, the clamps on her chest would be pulled. Perhaps if she exerted enough force, the clamps would loosen, but before that, Shirley herself would scream in pain, possibly even passing out. The biting force of the clamps was terrifying, not something that could be easily ripped off. Shirley imagined her breasts being pulled into pointed peppers by the clamps, and a shiver ran down her spine, her struggles weakening considerably. Her body was also bound to the chair back. A rope ran through her crotch, where her underwear was long gone, leaving her sensitive parts exposed and pressed by two large knots. From Shirley's perspective, her skirt covered her, so she couldn't see, but with the hem of her skirt lifted, anyone could see clearly. This filled Shirley with shame and indignation. She writhed and rubbed her buttocks against the chair, trying to cover herself, but she couldn't. Her legs were forced apart, bound to the armrests of the chair in an M-shape. Her thighs and calves were bent, and her legs, clad in white stockings, were squeezed by the ropes into uneven, segmented shapes. White flesh bulged from between the ropes, her thighs pressed tightly together, unable to separate. Her knees were fixed to the armrests. All of this made Shirley's desire to move her legs a mere fantasy. The chair looked incredibly sturdy; she had struggled for so long, yet the chair hadn't even wobbled noticeably. "Mmmph! Mmmph mmmph!" Shirley initially struggled defiantly on the chair. After all, if she couldn't break free from chains, could she not break free from ropes? But she soon realized she was wrong. Not only were the ropes incredibly strong, but after just a few slight movements, her chest felt an intense pain. The pain caused her head to snap back, her eyes to widen, and she let out a pained cry of "Aaaah!" It felt as if her nipples were about to be ripped off, and her breasts ached intensely. The tearing sensation in such a sensitive and delicate area was unbearable. Moreover, her lower abdomen was connected to the rope. When she tried to struggle, it also pulled on the rope. The itchy stimulation from her crotch was somewhat masked by the intense pain in her chest, but it still drove Shirley to the brink of madness. One side itched, the other pained, and the overwhelming sense of being bound everywhere drained all of Shirley's hard-won strength. She was like an electrocuted doll, sitting on the chair with her legs spread, wailing, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Tina? Shirley searched her mind, she really hadn't heard that name. "You don't need to know who I am, you just need to know that I was good friends with your master," Tina said, pressing her right hand on the armrest of the chair. With a few clicks, Shirley felt several metal rings pop out from the backrest she was leaning against, fastening around her neck, above and below her chest, and at her waist. As the metal rings locked, her head, which could still move slightly, was now completely immobilized! "Mmph?! Mmph mmph!!!" Shirley struggled desperately, but Tina immediately ran her jade-like fingers over her tightly pressed legs. Metal rings extended from the seat and legs of the chair, firmly securing Shirley's legs as well. In just a few seconds, Shirley transformed from a bound "zongzi" to a person confined to a chair, unable to move. Tina reached out and removed the gag from Shirley's mouth, causing Shirley to cough violently. "Cough, cough, cough, cough! You, what are you— Mmph?!" Before Shirley could finish speaking, Tina shoved a thick, long rod into her mouth, making Shirley gag and cough uncontrollably, tears streaming from her eyes. As the woman moved the rod back and forth in Shirley's mouth, she said, "What am I doing? Don't rush, aren't you a saintess? You'll be a saintess here forever~" "Mmph, cough, cough, cough, *gag* cough, cough, mmmph?!" The rod continuously moved in and out of Shirley's tender mouth, repeatedly impacting her throat and windpipe. Shirley's eyes rolled back as she was pounded, and she could barely hear Tina's voice. She had no time to ponder the woman's words; the urge to vomit and intense shame were agonizing. Yet, her body was tightly restrained to the chair, completely immobile. Finally, Tina seemed to have had enough. She pushed the rod completely into Shirley's mouth, leaving only a small part of the plug exposed. Tina then fastened the leather strap attached to the gag amidst Shirley's golden hair. This strap, of course, had no buckle; the two ends simply fused together when brought near each other, making it impossible to remove without specific magic. "Mmph, mmph... *gurgle*..." All the sounds Shirley could make were pushed back by the rod. With her throat blocked, her airway was also compressed, making breathing increasingly difficult. Her breaths became shallow and rapid, punctuated by the "huffing and puffing" sounds from her nostrils, the last vestiges of sound she could produce. Tina seemed pleased with the effect. She deliberately tapped the plug part of Shirley's gag and then conjured a golden leather mask, covering Shirley's nose and mouth. Shirley initially feared the woman would kill her, but when the mask was placed on, she found she could still breathe. The mask had two nasal plugs corresponding to her nostrils, which aided her breathing but didn't make it any smoother. Instead, it completely eliminated any nasal sound, rendering Shirley utterly silent, like a well-behaved baby sitting in a chair. "?!......!!......!!..." Shirley tried several times but couldn't make a sound. She desperately sent a pleading look towards Tina, but Tina appeared to be thoroughly enjoying herself. She took out a mask. Shirley saw it was only half a face, from the nose to the chin, with a smiling pink mouth. Shirley's heart suddenly sank as she guessed Tina's intention, and she began to feel a chill. As expected, Tina placed the mask on Shirley's face, saying, "Put this on, and you'll forever be a smiling saintess. How about that?" "!!!......!!!..." "If you don't speak, I'll assume you're very satisfied," Tina said with an innocent smile. Shirley felt like she was going to vomit blood; she couldn't make a single sound!

"What? You're angry with me because of her? Ambika, oh Ambika, has it really been too long..." Tina's voice was laced with a semblance of madness, her expression contorting into a grimace as she tapped her fingers, unleashing beams of pink light. "Hand her over, and then come back with me to be purified!" Ambika commanded. "It seems those people were right. Fine, as long as I take you back, you'll understand eventually!" Tina remained unmoved, her attacks only intensifying. Her eyes and mouth became weapons, spewing pink beams that turned the surrounding trees to ash upon contact. "Hmph... it seems I have no choice but to subdue you first. I'm sorry, Tina!" Ambika finally made up her mind. She ascended into the air, chanting an incantation. Tina sensed something and accelerated her assault, but her beams were all deflected by the butterflies circling Ambika. "Blue Butterfly... Bind!" After a full twenty seconds, Ambika finished her chant. Dozens of butterflies danced in the air, forming a peculiar formation before simultaneously unleashing beams of light, encircling Tina. "What is this?!" Tina tore at them, but her pink claws couldn't harm the butterflies in the slightest! Following Ambika's gentle tap of her staff, the blue butterflies shot out beams of light that struck Tina. "Aaaahhh!!" Tina screamed as the beams transformed into ropes, slowly constricting her! "Hmph... I'm sorry, Tina." Ambika closed her eyes, her heart heavy with conflict. She pushed aside her hesitation, infused her staff with magic, and her own form began to change. "Blue Butterfly Form... Preparing... Huh?!" Just as Tina was about to be completely subdued, Ambika, mid-transformation, let out a startled cry. Her staff, which had been emitting a blue glow, suddenly spewed forth black mist that coiled around her. "What's happening!?" Ambika tried to cancel the transformation, but it was too late! The change had occurred, but instead of her usual combat form, Ambika was in a bizarre state. Her loose outer jacket vanished, leaving only the inner short dress. Her arms were forced behind her back, and her silken gloves extended to encase her fingers, forcing them into tiny fists. Ambika strained with all her might, but her fingers wouldn't budge. Then, the two long gloves fused together, her forearms and elbows clamping shut behind her. This was far more secure than any rope, leaving no gaps, as if she were wearing a single, oversized glove. Ambika felt her arms glued together, unable to even twist. Next, the ribbon at her waist hardened, transforming into a wide corset that encased her slender waist, slowly tightening with a "creak, creak" sound. Ambika's expression contorted in pain as her breathing became restricted, involuntary moans escaping her lips. The corset continued to tighten until her internal organs felt compressed. "Ugh! D-damn it! Blue—Mmph!!" Ambika gasped, her breath catching as she tried to call out to the Blue Butterflies. But her vision blurred, and Tina had somehow appeared beside her, shoving a piece of cloth into her mouth. "Mmph! Mmph!!" Ambika thrashed and struggled, falling to the ground. She felt her magic suppressed, completely unusable! "How is it? Do you like the gift I prepared for you?" Tina asked with a triumphant smile, slowly pushing the cloth further into Ambika's mouth, filling every inch of her oral cavity. Ambika's pupils contracted. Could her staff be compromised?! She quickly understood. No wonder Shirley was sent here for training, and no wonder the Star Empire so readily agreed to provide that rare material! This was all Tina's plan. She had seduced Mephistopheles and the King, and then used Ambika's desperate desire to find Shirley and her surprise at Tina's sudden appearance to lure her into using her staff. No wonder she hadn't detected any changes in the staff. If the material came from Tina, she would have had a way to manipulate it. She had been tricked, utterly tricked. Despair welled up in Ambika's eyes. Tina's strength was equal to hers, and her magic was suppressed. Could she escape? No matter what, she had to try! As Ambika prepared to resist, her breast was suddenly squeezed. "Mmph?!" Ambika's face instantly flushed crimson, her expression one of disbelief. Her body trembled violently as if electrocuted. Tina cupped her meager breasts in one hand, kneading them vigorously. "Why are you still so small? Let me rub them, they'll get bigger~" "Ugh!!!!" Ambika's eyes blazed with fury. She shoved Tina with all her might, sending her stumbling back a few steps, and then bolted towards the edge of the forest. Tina, however, was unhurried. She watched Ambika flee in panic, making no move to pursue. Instead, she nonchalantly brought her hand to her nose, inhaling deeply, her face flushed. "You can't escape~ Little Ambika~" Tina flickered and vanished from her spot. Ambika's arms were bound tightly behind her as she stumbled through the forest, glancing back occasionally. But Tina wasn't pursuing. A sense of foreboding grew within her. Her clothes continued to change, her glove restraints merging with the corset, her arms now pressed tightly against her back, completely immobile. "Huff, huff..." Ambika's mouth was sealed by black gel that had emerged from the collar around her neck. The cloth in her mouth filled her entire oral cavity, pressing down on her tongue, preventing her from uttering a complete word, let alone a spell. The gel formed a mask over her mouth, forcing her to breathe through her nose. With the strenuous exertion, she was panting heavily, her face flushed. Run, run out of here! As long as she encountered someone, it would be alright. At least, at least she could get the message out... Ambika's long hair whipped behind her, its ends brushing against her feet. But she no longer cared about her appearance; all she wanted was to escape. "Mmph?!"

"Can... can you let me go now?" Ambika was so ashamed she wanted to crawl into a crack in the ground. Her face was pressed against the floor, her hair falling forward to obscure her expression. It was too humiliating, utterly humiliating. In the past, anyone who dared to make Ambika lick their feet would have been pulverized into dust! Thirty years east, thirty years west; Ambika, too, had her day. Humiliation and shame threatened to explode her. Her hips writhed, her legs kicking aimlessly on the ground, a futile release for the unspeakable indignity within. "Mmm, good, but... did I say I would let you go?" Tina chuckled, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Ah?" Ambika's head shot up, her flushed face frozen in disbelief. She stammered, "You, you didn't, you didn't say...?" Seeing Ambika on the verge of tears, Tina crouched down and gently stroked her head. "I only said you should lick my feet first. I never said I'd let you go *after* you licked my feet." "You! You!" Tears welled in Ambika's eyes. The ageless Archmage, now truly like a bullied maiden, was too choked with misery to speak. "Don't worry, as long as you stay with me, I'll let you go in the future." Tina stroked Ambika's hair, as if comforting her own daughter. The difference in their figures certainly made them look like mother and child. "No! Let me go! Tina! Let me go!!" Ambika suddenly thrashed wildly. Her limbless body writhed on the ground, startling Tina. Ambika wished she could leap three feet into the air, a beached mermaid making one last, hysterical struggle. Tina merely smiled, ignoring Ambika's thrashing, and pulled her by the collar towards the cage. "This cage is magic-nullifying. No magic can enter from outside, but you don't have to worry about dying without magic. This platform will provide you with the magical energy you need to survive." Tina said, fiddling with the chains on the platform. Ambika, exhausted from being dragged, wept silently, muttering incoherently, her face a mask of despair. Tina picked her up and placed her on the platform, then secured her waist with a large padlock and chain. The chain, connected to the platform on all four sides, forced Ambika into a seated position. Ambika had lost all will to struggle. Her pupils were dull and lifeless, filled with despair. Like a doll, she allowed Tina to do as she pleased. Tina, unconcerned, snapped her fingers. Ambika's boots slowly parted, and Tina positioned her legs outwards, a posture commonly known as a "duck sit." Ambika's skirt fell to her thighs, covering her sensitive areas. "Mmm, these little legs are so cute. Just like you, Ambika. You were cuter when you were little." Tina pinched Ambika's cheek. Ambika let out a soft moan and dodged her hand. Tina then produced silver ropes and bound Ambika's legs. Her thighs were tied together, then her lower legs were folded and bound to her thighs, leaving her in a half-kneeling position. Once tied, the ropes glowed, and the knots vanished, leaving only sturdy cords that imprisoned Ambika's slender legs. She tried to twist, but her legs were bound so tightly that even rubbing them was difficult. Combined with her posture, her lower body was locked to the platform, immobile. "Ti-Tina, why... *sob*?!" Ambika came to her senses, realizing the situation was irreversible. She attempted one last emotional appeal. But Tina clamped a hand over her mouth and, with her other hand, removed her stocking and shoved it into Ambika's mouth. "Mmph?! Mmph mmph!!" Ambika couldn't bear the thought of having another woman's stocking in her mouth. Her mouth was held shut, rendering her helpless. The stocking was forced in, filling her mouth completely, with only a small portion visible. Tina shoved it further, until it reached Ambika's throat, accompanied by muffled cries. Then, she removed her other stocking and, with a snap, transformed it into a gag, wedging it between Ambika's teeth. Though made of stocking, it was firm. Ambika was forced to hold Tina's stocking in her mouth while humiliatingly biting down on the stocking-gag. It's over, it's all over. Now, I can only hope someone notices I'm missing... I hope they realize soon. I should never have pretended to be a hermit... Ambika's head drooped in dejection. Tina cupped her silver-gray hair, tutting appreciatively. "Your hair is so beautiful. I can't just leave it as it is." Tina produced a comb and meticulously brushed Ambika's disheveled hair, which lay spread on the platform. She then divided it into three strands, extending behind Ambika to the rear, left rear, and right rear. These strands were tied securely at the ends with thin cords and then attached to iron rings on the edge of the platform. Ambika felt a sharp pain on her scalp as she was forced to lift her head and look straight ahead. Tina had turned her hair into a restraint. The three strands, tied at the ends and spread out behind her, resembled a magnificent, flowing veil. With a click, Tina locked the collar around Ambika's neck with a chain, pulling it taut to an iron ring at the front edge of the platform. With her collar pulled forward and her hair spread behind, Ambika despaired, realizing that even shaking her head was now an impossible luxury. "Now, don't blink. This is something special." Tina examined Ambika's current state, then produced two round, transparent discs. Slowly and meticulously, she pressed them onto Ambika's trembling pupils. Ambika's eyes widened in terror. Though the discs were transparent, once placed on her eyes, she could see nothing! "Mmph! Mmph mmph!!" Ambika tried to shake her head to express her discomfort, but the tension on her scalp was too painful. All that came out were muffled, unintelligible sounds. Tina ignored her and produced a sturdy single glove, which she slipped onto Ambika's already bound arms. She tightened the straps firmly, ensuring no part of Ambika's arms was exposed, then tied a knot, melting it away like the others. Next, she took a leather strap and fastened it around Ambika's arms and body. It not only pushed her breasts into a more prominent shape but also held her arms tightly against her body. This strap was also adaptive; once fastened, it automatically tightened and morphed into a figure-eight, snugly cinching Ambika's arms and torso, leaving no room for movement. "Hoo... hooo mmph..." Ambika struggled, but it was impossible. The long glove, the single glove, and the strap combined to bind her arms and body immovably. Even the waist restraint tightened further. Ambika could only lift her head and gasp for air, her breaths heavy and labored, the only way she could avoid suffocating. "Little Ambika, have a good sleep. Perhaps a miracle will happen when you wake up?" Tina whispered into Ambika's ear, then bit her earlobe. Ambika's body trembled, and her face flushed crimson. Tina smiled and inserted earplugs into Ambika's ears, hiding them beneath her long hair. Then, Tina snapped her fingers. This was certainly not the final restraint; otherwise, wouldn't Ambika be too bored? Ambika felt the platform beneath her shift. Suddenly, something pressed against her vulva and anus. She let out a panicked "Mmph mmph!" but the object didn't stop, plunging directly into both openings. Ambika went wild. Unable to move her body, she writhed on the platform, her spread hair trembling. She felt as if she were being shaken. The two rods, once inserted, stopped without penetrating too deeply, but it was enough to make Ambika incredibly uncomfortable. She had lived for so long and remained a virgin. Now, in her youthful body, she was even more sensitive. These two rods, even doing nothing, were enough to make her squirm. But fate was not on her side. What she feared, came to pass. Once the rods were secured, they began to vibrate gently. Waves of tingling and pain shot through her nether regions, the fullness driving Ambika to madness. Her pert buttocks twitched slightly, but the rods were attached to the platform, acting as anchors. Furthermore, the tips of the rods expanded, wedging themselves inside Ambika. Without Tina's permission, even without these despairing restraints, Ambika would never be able to stand up from this platform!

Here, in a volcanic region of the demon realm, the sky burns a furious red. At the heart of the caldera, suspended above the molten rock, a maiden is chained. Eight iron links bind her to the center, directly above the searing magma. Her hair is impossibly long, twice the length of her delicate frame, pulled back into a ponytail that dangles in the air. The very tips of her tresses sway, the only part of her that retains any semblance of movement. Her face is encased in a black, full-coverage leather hood, cinched tight. Only two tubes protrude from the nose area, exposed to the oppressive atmosphere. Beneath the hood, her eyes are open, yet utterly devoid of life. A translucent, opaque film covers her pupils, rendering her blind even if the hood were removed. An additional blindfold seals the hood, plunging her into absolute darkness. Nasal tubes are inserted into her nostrils, fitted with filters that strip away all scent, allowing only shallow breaths, incapable of producing even a whisper of sound. Her ears are packed with gel, deafening her to all noise. A thick, oversized dildo fills her mouth, extending deep into her throat. The remaining space within her oral cavity is likewise plugged with gel, leaving no room for her tongue and silencing any potential moan. The hood tightens at her neck, secured by a wide metal collar that presses against her jawline, preventing any head movement. She is forced to stare perpetually upwards. This meticulously bound maiden is none other than Ambika, the Great Sage, brought back to the demon realm by Tina. Ambika's petite body is stripped bare. Tina first bound her tightly with blood-red, magic-sealing ropes. Her arms are pulled straight back and bound together with unyielding force. Tina shows no regard for Ambika's physical limits, pulling her arms back to their absolute extreme. From the front, her arms are completely invisible, only the unnaturally drawn-back shoulder blades are visible. After her arms are secured, she is fitted with form-fitting, elastic gauntlets. The straps are tightened to their maximum, then sealed with a magical lock, rendering them impossible to remove by conventional means. The gauntlets further restrict Ambika's already immobile arms, but it is the corset and the outer restraints that truly render her limbs useless.