The Enchanted Journey of a Dead Princess in Tight Bondage

"Ah... no... how could this happen..." Helen accepted everything before her eyes, almost dumbfounded. It was only at this moment that she realized how terrifying the magic of this seemingly not very powerful mage was, but now was not the time to consider these things. Helen walked onto the square as if she were a pet, half-pushing and half-yielding. The scorching gazes of the surrounding people made her face turn red, wishing she could burrow into the ground. The chain connected to the collar around her neck dangled precariously. Helen fidgeted nervously, stamping her feet slightly, just like a condemned prisoner awaiting judgment. Iris secretly looked up at Helen, her teasing gaze making Helen feel a slight flutter of excitement. It was such a terrifying execution, yet here, she actually felt a faint sense of anticipation. "Please, Master... Master can do whatever you want to Helen, just not in front of everyone... otherwise, how will I be able to live my life?" Helen protested in a tiny voice, which, rather than a protest, sounded more like a soft seduction. "Go up." Completely ignoring Helen's protest, she slapped her on her perky backside. Helen yelped and looked at Iris with teary eyes, clearly hoping Iris would change her mind—but that was impossible. Seeing Iris shake her head resolutely, Helen finally seemed to give up resisting. Trembling, she reached out towards the execution chair and listlessly climbed onto the entire contraption. She first opened the foot restraints and then obediently placed her feet into the grooves. Just as she was about to untie her shoes, she hesitated and then looked at Iris pleadingly. But at this point, Iris was getting impatient and replied, "Take them off, and then shackle yourself." Seeing her hesitate again, Iris leisurely added, "If I have to take them off, you won't have a single thing left on you, you know? I won't go easy on you no matter how much you beg, and I'll cover your eyes, stuff your mouth, and bring out my treasured toys until... Heh, do you understand me, little Helen?" Finally, Iris stared at her, magic surging in her arm. She must have known that her next words would determine her fate. *Whimper...* Helen tearfully tried to act cute towards the ill-tempered genius mage before her, but clearly, she wasn't buying it. Helen could only reach out and touch the cold shackles before her—Helen's hands trembled with excitement upon contact with these things, but she quickly suppressed her desire. Looking at the foot restraints before her, and thinking of the scene where she would be stripped bare, Helen, frightened by the magic, could only silently untie the straps of her shoes and release her feet, wrapped in pure white stockings, from the tight shoes—Helen, who was never accustomed to exposing her feet in front of others, always wore socks. Placing her small feet into the cold foot restraints, Helen glanced at you with a flushed face, "The socks... I'll leave the socks to you to take off... *whimper*..." With that, she closed her eyes and turned away, presenting a posture of complete surrender. Iris didn't answer directly, but she felt her surging desire could no longer be contained. She couldn't help but grab Helen's right ankle, brought her face close, and sniffed the pure white silk sole. Surprisingly, there was no particular scent... it was so delectable, so delicious... Her fingers traced along the stocking, up her calf, to her full, shapely thigh, and then she pinched the hem of the stocking, her nails lifting the fabric. Then, she slowly peeled the entire stocking off, inch by inch, revealing large swathes of snow-white skin that gradually emerged like pastries uncovered from their lids. At this moment, one could only sigh that there was no greater beauty in the mortal realm. Finally, the stocking was pulled down to her ankle. Her hand cupped her heel, the fabric sliding past. The hem of the stocking moved down to the sole of her foot, and then further up, further up. Slowly, the tender sole and the five cute toes, like white bamboo shoots, reappeared in the daylight. After the stocking was removed, this soft, jade-like foot was still a bit restless, its toes curling timidly. The sole facing Iris thus formed creases, but after a gentle nudge from Iris's fingernail, the toes and the instep unfurled like flowers. So cute. "Huu... Master... gently..." Her nimble fingers brushed across Helen's sensitive sole through the thin stocking. Helen squeezed her eyes shut, her breathing quickening, and said in a coquettish tone. Helen felt her feet, covered by the fabric, gradually being exposed. The cold air met her slightly warm skin, sending a shiver through Helen. As the stocking gradually left her sole, Helen instinctively curled her toes, trying to hold onto them—but to no avail. Helen could only endure her soft, jade-like feet being exposed to the air. Anxious and nervous, Helen wiggled her feet under Iris's ministrations, muttering "no" under her breath, but Iris's skillful technique soon made these small feet give up their resistance. They gently rubbed against your fingers, as if coqueting. They say that [X_X] can overwhelm human reason... It seems this saying is indeed true... Iris stared at the pair of cute little feet, her inner desire no longer suppressible. She then channeled the most magic into the sole of Helen's foot, causing the pink pattern, which was originally static, to move on its own, like two loaches swimming at the beauty's feet. Helen was terrified, shouting "no" and "no" while reflexively trying to pull away from Iris's hand—but would Iris let her? With a thought, the foot restraints closed and locked. The pair of cute jade feet before her were firmly secured by the cold restraints. No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't move at all.

In the hidden cave outside of O'Will City, a faint, indistinct whimper could be heard. The soft, yielding voice carried her panic and helplessness, her hum growing more rapid—so, what exactly had happened? With a soft snap of fingers, the cave was suddenly illuminated by flickering lights, revealing a colossal object placed in the center of the cavern, and the pitiful knight bound to it. Her fiery red attire, golden hair, and pointed elf ears clearly identified her as Diana, the Spark Knight, who had paved the way for Helen. She was no longer her usual vibrant self. Diana was securely bound to a torture rack by several ropes. This was the oversized torture rack that Helen had placed in the otherwise empty cave, a contraption whose size had been personally adjusted by Helen, designed specifically for Diana. In addition to being bound by magical ropes, Helen had unceremoniously used sturdy leather restraints to secure her arms to the racks on either side. A belt was wrapped around her waist, and Diana's delicate feet were placed into perfectly sized foot shackles. Then, using magic, Helen directly melted the lock, rendering the shackles permanently unopenable, clearly with no intention of giving Diana any chance to escape. Indeed, bound like this, even Commander Eve herself would likely be forced to submit, let alone this lovely knight. Poor Diana was dazed and confused. She still didn't know what had happened. All she remembered was being firmly grabbed by several ropes, tossed into the air, her backpack forcibly taken, and then being thrown onto this contraption. Finally, she had been locked down, unable to move her limbs, with almost no ability to resist. Her fiery red hat, adorned with a four-leaf clover pattern, had fallen to the ground. Diana's golden hair, with its naturally unruly cowlick, seemed to droop listlessly now. "Mmmph..." Kidnapped? Was it really a kidnapping? Commander Eve had warned her so many times to be careful. Diana... Diana is such a big idiot... "Mmmph... Woo..." She couldn't make a sound. What was that thing hanging from her mouth? It was hard, pressing between her upper and lower teeth, preventing her from speaking. A strap at the back of her head secured it, so shaking her head wouldn't dislodge it. Woo... had Diana's right to speak been taken away too? "Shall we begin?" A clear female voice echoed as a single beam of light pierced the darkness of the cave. The sudden brightness made Diana instinctively close her eyes. Yet, curiosity compelled her to open them a sliver, and through the gap, she saw a blurry silhouette. As her eyes gradually adjusted to the light, she naturally saw the face of her captor. It was a beauty no older than herself, with long, silky black hair cascading down. An elegant, pure white dress perfectly hugged her slender frame. But on that innocent face, which evoked a desire to protect, there was a strangely wicked smile. Perhaps because the expression was unfamiliar, Diana couldn't recognize her at first. She squinted, looking intently for a while before a sudden realization dawned. Her immediate reaction was surprise, followed by panic and unease—emotions that could drive one mad. "Did you want to say something? Then—" Helen noticed Diana's awakening and, with a gentle smile, snapped her fingers, causing the bone-shaped gag to fall away, freeing Diana's voice. As the gag dropped, a considerable amount of saliva spilled out, wetting her clothes. Because the gag was removed so suddenly, Diana was caught off guard and choked on her own spit, coughing with a flushed face for a long while before recovering. "Cough, cough... Cough... Helen... Sister..." Her breathing slightly steadied, Diana looked at the smiling beauty before her, biting her lip gently, and asked with utter confusion, "Sister Helen, why are you doing this to me? Did I do something wrong...?" The beauty in white was, of course, Helen. Honestly, she knew her reasons for kidnapping Diana were hardly sympathetic. It was simply to extract some energy—and, most importantly, to satisfy her own curiosity. Come to think of it, without the "Book of Mysteries" grimoire, she could still easily capture someone like Diana. Did this prove she had a talent for abducting beauties? Staring at Diana like a predator, savoring the complex emotions in her large eyes, Helen was surprisingly impressed by her intelligence. "I never expected you wouldn't immediately mistake me for a rescuer, but instead realize on your own that I'm the true kidnapper—perhaps Diana, you're not as naive as you appear?" Diana merely flinched slightly, then, uncharacteristically, averted her gaze, avoiding Helen's eyes. "You... Sister Helen, what are you talking about? I don't understand at all..." As she spoke, she restlessly wriggled her small feet, still trapped in the foot shackles. The tread pattern on her boots still carried a faint scent of earth, a fragrance that made the entire cave feel a bit fresher. "Hmph, indeed not foolish..." Helen narrowed her eyes slightly, glancing at a feather that had just floated out from her chest, and murmured to herself, "Even so, laying hands on a cute girl like you does fill one with a sense of guilt..." Turning back, Helen looked at the beautiful young woman trapped in the restraints before her, admiring her helpless struggle within the "cage"—her strenuous efforts to shake her body, desperately trying to escape the unbreakable restraints. She kept trying, kept struggling against her confinement, but even as Diana desperately held back tears and cries, she couldn't help but slowly lose hope with each futile attempt.

"Fantastic, we finally caught the two of them!" "Aow!" For a moment, the cheers of the surrounding residents flooded into Seria's ears, stirring up her feelings of annoyance and unwillingness. Honestly, she truly regretted having believed Helen's nonsense and actually surrendered herself to the humans to be at their mercy. Though she thought this, she was an incomparably noble True Ancestor of the bloodline, and after years of cultivation, she had overcome the weaknesses common to all vampires, including sunlight—so how could mere chains possibly restrain this young lady? It seemed unrealistic. With just a gentle exertion, she could... ...could... Hmm? Why is it... No... Why is my body... How can I not muster any strength... My bloodline power too... Feeling the weakness and powerlessness in her body, even desperately circulating the magic within her couldn't stir a single bit. This series of bizarre circumstances immediately made Seria alert. She began to struggle frantically against the shackles, desperately shaking her body in an attempt to break free from the restraints on her hands and feet—but it was useless! Seria was astonished to discover that the immense strength she had always possessed had vanished. No matter how much she shook the shackles, they remained utterly still. Apart from making the chains creak, she could do nothing else. The cold lining of the iron cuffs even chafed her skin, drawing blood... This is terrible, truly terrible. "Behave yourself!" Seria's struggles naturally attracted the attention of the guard soldiers. They didn't hold back, directly slapping her across the face. This immediately sent her tumbling to the ground, the pain in her back and buttocks even causing her to feel dazed. She quickly realized that not only had her physical strength weakened, but her senses had also been heightened. The pain she could normally block out had been reawakened by these damned shackles... Seeing the disobedient prisoner struck down, the surrounding cheers, which sounded incredibly grating to her ears, erupted once more. Seria laboriously pushed herself up from the ground and subconsciously glanced down at her feet. However, the moment she clearly saw the inscriptions carved onto the shackles, she could no longer contain her shock and involuntarily cried out. "Hea... Heavenly race..." She murmured, the crimson in her pupils dimming instantly. The expression on her face turned ashen, leaving only a void of deathly silence. There were no more struggles, no more clamor. Lost in a daze, she was fitted with a collar by the guards and then, like a dog, was pulled up by the chain attached to it. Subsequently, the guards pried open Seria's mouth and forced a gag into her already small opening, then tied and tightened it behind her head, completely silencing the True Ancestor. However, she had no mind to think about these things now. Her entire mind was filled with the inscription she had just seen—yes, anyone in a high position in Norlat City would recognize that inscription. After all, it was they who had signed the alliance with the various races, and it was they who had sworn oaths under the gaze of the gods... The closest to the gods... the supreme beings residing above the floating city... the Heavenly race... They had already been captured, and there was probably no escape. For both Helen and herself.

In the hidden cave outside of O'Well City, a muffled whimper could be faintly heard, the soft, yielding sound laced with her panic and helplessness. Her whimpers grew increasingly rapid—what on earth had happened? With a soft snap of fingers, the cave was suddenly illuminated by a flickering light, revealing a colossal object placed at the center of the cavern, and the pitiful knight bound to it. Her fiery red attire, golden hair, and pointed elven ears clearly identified her as Spark Knight Diana, the one who had paved the way for Helen. She was a far cry from her usual vibrant self, securely tied to a torture rack by several ropes. This was the oversized torture rack that Helen had conjured into the previously empty cave, a device whose dimensions she had personally adjusted, designed specifically for Diana. In addition to being bound by magical ropes, Helen had unceremoniously used sturdy leather restraints to secure her arms to the side racks. A leather strap was then wrapped around her waist, and Diana's delicate feet were placed into a perfectly sized foot shackle. Helen then used magic to melt the lock, rendering the shackle permanently unopenable, clearly intending to give Diana no chance of escape. Indeed, bound like this, even Commander Eve herself would likely be forced to submit, let alone this sweet knight. Poor Diana was dazed and confused, still unaware of what had transpired. All she vaguely remembered was being firmly grabbed by several ropes, thrown into the air, her backpack forcibly taken, then being thrown onto this contraption, and finally, being locked down with her limbs immobilized, unable to resist. Her fiery red hat, adorned with a four-leaf clover pattern, lay on the ground. Diana's golden hair, with its perpetually unruly cowlick, seemed to droop listlessly now. "Mmph..." Kidnapped? Was this truly a kidnapping? Commander Eve had warned her so many times to be careful. Diana... Diana was such a big idiot... "Mmph... Woo..." She couldn't make a sound. What was that thing hanging from her mouth? It was hard, pressing between her upper and lower teeth, preventing her from speaking. A strap at the back of her head secured it, making it impossible to remove by simply shaking her head. Woo... had Diana even been stripped of her right to speak? "Can we begin now?" A crisp female voice echoed, and a single beam of light pierced the darkness of the cave. The sudden brightness made Diana instinctively close her eyes, but curiosity compelled her to peek through a slit. She saw a blurry silhouette... As her eyes gradually adjusted to the cave's illumination, she clearly saw the face of her captor. It was a beauty no older than herself, with long, silky black hair cascading down. An elegant, pure white dress perfectly hugged her slender frame. Yet, on that innocent face, which evoked a desire to protect, a strange, wicked smile played. Perhaps it was because the expression was unfamiliar, but Diana couldn't recognize her at first. She squinted, studying the face for a long moment before a sudden realization dawned. Her immediate reaction was surprise, followed by the terrifying negative emotions of panic and unease that could drive one mad. "Did you want to say something? Then—" Helen noticed Diana stirring. With a smile, she snapped her fingers, and the bone-shaped gag slid off, freeing Diana's voice. The moment the gag fell, a considerable amount of saliva spilled out, wetting her collar. The sudden release of the gag caught Diana off guard, and she choked on her own spit, coughing with a flushed face for a while before recovering. "Cough... cough... Helen... Sister..." Her breathing slowly steadied. Diana looked at the smiling beauty before her, biting her lip gently, and asked with utter confusion, "Sister Helen, why are you doing this to me? Did I do something wrong...?"