The Restrained Venerable: The Hapless Venerable in Disguise and Restraint

The bunny girl approached, slowly bringing the dildo closer to a small indentation. Due to the proximity, her delicate face inevitably brushed against a nearby root-like object with granular protrusions. The impact deformed her face, and her eyes flickered with embarrassment. Nevertheless, she waited until a click echoed from the indentation within, causing her body to tremble before she slowly tilted her head back. A similar root-like object was then slowly withdrawn from her mouth. Throughout this process, she rolled her eyes, her delicate body quivered, and soft moans escaped her lips, as if enduring immense stimulation. As her head finally cleared, a transparent, crystalline liquid slowly dripped out. The extracted root-like object was also coated in a generous amount of this viscous fluid, appearing quite lewd. Without time to clean herself, the bunny girl wiggled her hips and began to move away. Her mouth remained open, as if stuck, forming a perfect O. Her small, lilac tongue danced within, seemingly searching for something, needing to be filled to feel complete. This was actually due to the gag she had been wearing for an extended period. While it compressed her oral cavity slightly, it prevented her from closing her mouth. The securely fastened gag was not something she could remove herself. She could only drool, her mouth agape in a look of extreme promiscuity, enduring the torment below as she shuffled towards the box outside. As she touched a mechanism, a spiraling root-like object emerged. This pink object appeared exceptionally large, covered in granules, and still bore traces of unknown fluids, presenting a thoroughly debauched appearance. The bunny girl could only manage a reluctant "ah, ah" sound. Without the dildo in her mouth to control and transmit sound to her collar, she couldn't form coherent syllables. Normally, she would use sucking and licking motions to vocalize, and the dildo would recognize these actions, causing the collar to emit the corresponding sounds. Clad in a restrictive corset and neck brace, the box on the floor presented a significant challenge. Furthermore, she wore latex ballet heels, making it difficult to regain her footing if she fell. Yet, she had no choice. She leaned against the wall, then bent one leg. After her knee touched the ground, she bent the other leg as well. This movement was awkward, as she had to be mindful of her anklets. The rigid corset confined her posture, forcing her to remain stiff. And then there was the dildo within her, which, after the non-standard removal from her mouth, kept her nether regions in a highly active state until her mouth was filled again. This process was agonizing for her. With virtually no opportunity for release, each added stimulation was a test of her mental fortitude. Even as her core flowed freely, glistening and shimmering, she couldn't pry open her chastity device for relief. All she could do was helplessly tap at the chastity belt and metal bra, which offered little indirect sensation, and nothing more. The bunny girl slowly lowered herself to the ground, crawling forward on all fours. This was the fastest and most energy-efficient method. Upon reaching her destination, she only needed to lower her head to touch the dildo and unlock it. The unlocking method was also unique. The code was 34527190206. The '0' represented a single lick. Numbers from '0' to '3' indicated the number of sucks required. Numbers from '3' to '6' signified the number of swallows. The remaining digits were to be gently nuzzled with her teeth. Only by performing all these actions correctly could the suitcase be opened. This peculiar lock effectively ensured the safety of the person inside and served as a perfect restraint. However, it was torture for the bunny girl who had to unlock it. After all, her trip to the equipment room was precisely to free her mouth for unlocking, yet even this preparatory step had already plunged her into agony. Her face contorted as she slowly took the entire dildo into her mouth. A click echoed as the gag and the dildo locked together. Her nether regions finally ceased their torment, allowing her to slightly relax the constant leg-clenching. If she failed to perform the lock sequence perfectly, she would have to start over. This was far more difficult than a keypad password. Moreover, due to its size and the protruding granules, the bunny girl's cheeks bulged, almost filling her entire mouth. Yet, she had to execute each action flawlessly, as insufficient strength would render her efforts futile, forcing her to begin anew. Furthermore, this unlocking posture strained her limbs, and her cheeks also ached. She had to finish quickly; the longer she took, the more likely her fatigued muscles would lead to errors. With muffled groans and whimpers, the bunny girl finally managed to unlock the device.

"Master, do you think these people are willingly restrained like this? And they're all wearing latex, where are the men?" Erica communicated with Andi through telepathy, but the barrage of questions made Andi pout. If only she could answer them. "They should be willing. Otherwise, no matter how absolute the Queen's word is, she'd need widespread support to get all her citizens to do this. Did you see the same thing on your way to Powol?" "Yes, but not as much restraint, and I could still see a few men. But the further inland we went, the fewer there were. It's so strange! The only men on the streets now are foreigners." "Perhaps there's something peculiar about this country, where men also undergo changes like women, making them difficult to distinguish. After all, it's not like the Moon Country next door, which is entirely populated by women~!" "Oh, Master, Master, I see a glove shop! The one in the window would suit you perfectly!" Suddenly, Erica grabbed Andi, pulling her towards a shop with a single glove symbol above its entrance. The display windows on either side showed mannequins with their hands behind their backs, either turned sideways or with their backs to the viewer. On the gloves worn by the mannequins, intricate lace and patterns were visible, even some small script. Clearly, these were gloves imbued with magical enchantments. Andi reluctantly wanted to refuse. Although she was already restrained in her limbs, she had no desire to buy these. After all, she had always been pretending to be restrained, not a genuine noblewoman who enjoyed adorning herself with restraints! "Come on, come on! Master, there are so many beautiful ones here! You'll look stunning in them. Oh, and aren't you supposed to buy something for your disguise puppet too?" Erica said, pulling at Andi's prosthetic limb. Andi, half-heartedly, was dragged inside. Erica's target was clear: a milky-white single glove displayed in the center. Intricate magical patterns and extremely fine script were drawn all over the glove. The script on it even surpassed the characters used by ordinary mages. Andi couldn't help but be drawn to these characters, leaning closer to examine them. She discovered that this obscure script was exceptionally profound, seemingly combining characters from an era when magic was still elemental, perhaps even older, containing the legendary script of dragons. This was no mere restraint for delicate noblewomen. After all, this single glove could immobilize even a sixth-level restraint mage. Furthermore, the stronger the restraint element output, the more it would absorb, causing it to become increasingly tight. If it also detected and tightened with more restraint elements, a more powerful restraint mage might be bound even more severely. And with the accumulation of restraint elements, Andi instantly felt a chill run down her spine. This item could cripple an accomplished mage. Ordinary noblewomen, upon wearing it, would also generate restraint elements, and it would only feel progressively tighter. Unlike other gloves that would gradually allow adaptation to the restraint over time, this would create an unbearable sensation, as if their arms were being rendered useless. Of course, in reality, ordinary noblewomen had a limited capacity to bear restraint elements. Even with the best corset, they would never compare to a restraint mage, and thus, their arms wouldn't actually be broken. However, to return to the point, this item, which could originally target restraint mages, was now something restraint mages, wherever they were, would never wear, as they were highly respected. It was merely a means for some to display their power, a prime example of luxury within luxury, letting everyone know that if they or their spouses could wear such an item, their wealth was unimaginable. But clearly, Erica's intention was merely to add another layer of restraint to Andi. With the restraint elements already within her body, the moment she put it on, her arms would be squeezed immobile, leaving her no strength to even beg for mercy. Even though she was currently using prosthetics, they were linked to her mental power for control. This was why the Queen, with her stronger mental power, could influence Andi's prosthetics. Yet, this subtle, almost imperceptible sensation, even for her prosthetics, would feel like a real arm, or perhaps even more so. "Your Excellency? Your Excellency?" Andi stared at the single glove, lost in thought. A shop assistant, clad in a full latex suit, stood beside her, gently calling out. Given the shop's caliber, even the assistants were no longer dealing with simple handcuffs and leg shackles. Instead, their hands were forced into single gloves behind their backs. The dresses they wore were of excellent quality, but their exaggerated proportions and the glimpses of anklets and extremely high heels beneath their long skirts indicated that such assistants were rare even in middle-class households. Just standing there, her posture was impeccable, her waist clearly defined. She must have been wearing an extremely tight corset and various restraining devices to achieve such a figure.

She deftly adjusted the single-handed gauntlet, aligning its various clasps and magical runes. These runes were designed to automatically activate and restrain mages below level five. Of course, whether they could actually hold them was another matter entirely. Although Andi's limb was prosthetic, she could still sense the tightness through her mental link. Already bound, she now found her hands restrained as well. While not unbearable, it was undeniably awkward. She tested her strength, finding she couldn't break free. Then, she began to slowly channel her restraint elements into her arms. Restraint elements had a wide range of applications: some empowered the user's physical strength, others were used with magic staffs for offense and defense, and some were specialized for inscribing magic patterns. Andi, however, mastered them all! While not a supreme specialist in every field, her unique nature allowed her to grasp them all to a respectable degree. When the need arose, she could focus on a particular aspect and achieve astonishing results. She first infused her restraint elements to the early stage of level four, but found she still couldn't break free. "Impressive," she thought. She continued to increase the infusion, and only when she was on the verge of breaking through to level five did she finally wrench herself free. In an instant, the single-handed gauntlet disintegrated into dust from the sheer force. Andi blushed. So, it wasn't the gauntlet's fault. It seemed the other girl had simply been wearing it incorrectly. However, with so many people watching, she turned to the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper immediately called out, "May I ask, what is your level of power, madam?" Andi felt a bit embarrassed admitting she had broken free at the peak of level four. She replied, "I am a level four mage specializing in strength. I just experienced a breakthrough to the mid-stage! Your gauntlet truly cannot hold a level four mage. But considering most level four restraint mages are in the early stage, it's not entirely deceptive! I only managed to break free because I just broke through!" A wave of murmurs swept through the crowd. Breaking through to a new level was incredibly difficult, and here she was, breaking through just by wearing a single-handed gauntlet. Most of the onlookers were just there for the spectacle, as they weren't restraint mages. The actual restraint mages, however, scoffed, as they could tell at a glance whether she had truly broken through or not. But facing a level four restraint mage, those who were quick to gossip simply muttered a few words and left, not wanting to make an enemy. The crowd soon dispersed. The other girl, however, looked at Andi with sparkling eyes, then at the shopkeeper. "Hurry and pay me ten times the price! I bought it for eight thousand five hundred units!" The shopkeeper's eyes glazed over for a moment. Then, he looked at Andi and said, "I will immediately provide you with eighty thousand units. Your presence here to test the gauntlet is already a great honor. I will generously add another twenty thousand, making it a total of one hundred thousand units for you!" With that, he instructed a clerk to retrieve the money. Andi couldn't help but look at the shopkeeper a few more times. "She really knows how to handle people," she thought. "So, my few words of praise weren't in vain." Andi held the storage device containing one hundred thousand units and marveled at how easily money was made. It was no wonder that Borvol, with its vast reserves of restraint elements, was the most abundant in the region. The sheer volume circulating in the market was astounding. Moreover, a single shop could easily produce such a sum. Holding the storage device, she glanced again at the single-handed gauntlet she had admired earlier. While she had one hundred thousand units, buying something like that still felt a bit too expensive. Shaking her head, she walked out of the shop. "Madam, madam!" the girl called out, chasing after Andi and stopping in front of her. Her eyes were alight with excitement as she looked at Andi. "Thank you, madam. My name is Sophia. Where are you headed? It's almost lunchtime. Would you like to join me for a meal? I know a place with excellent local Borvol cuisine!"

The very thought of why she bought this thing in the first place made her legs go weak. And the fact that she couldn't climax? It was pure torture! "Master, only with intense stimulation can you focus more on your cultivation while restrained!" Erika's voice whispered against Andi's ear, like a devil's temptation. She deliberately spoke softly, her breath caressing Andi's ear, making Andi want to crush her little head. It was infuriating, but she was powerless right now. Andi's position was changed. She was turned on the wooden horse and then restrained again. This time, her legs were tied tightly to the sides of the horse. Her upper body was pressed against the horse's back, and a collar around her neck was also tethered to the horse. This posture forced her to expose herself, her gateway wide open, and she whined in discomfort. The back of the wooden horse wasn't wide, but being bound tightly forced her arms to touch the horse in the middle, which only intensified her suffering. "Damn Erika," she thought fiercely, "once I put on my mage robes, I'll punish you properly. I'll lock you in a wooden ox, stuff huge spirit roots in the front and back, and force you to be squeezed dry in the hot belly of the ox. Your limbs will be folded up, that should be nice..." "Mmmph..." Before she could finish her thought, her lower body was pushed open by a damned tentacle, and then slowly inserted. The surface of the tentacle wasn't smooth, but it had a peculiar mucus that wouldn't harm the inner walls of her body and also had an aphrodisiac effect. The thought alone made Andi's lower body feel hot. The tentacle delved deeper. The intense foreign sensation made her involuntarily clench and release, then clench again. The stimulation below felt like an electric shock, wave after wave of it making her body burn with heat. Damn Erika, damn Erika, mmmph... When I get free, I won't just do this to you, I'll make you experience premature ejaculation, 99 times! Andi endured the invasion of the tentacle below helplessly, her body burning with heat. She panted, but could only take shallow breaths, her body writhing. "Mmmph... Ah..." Suddenly, she felt a suction on her clit. Her legs trembled uncontrollably, and more fluids flowed out, which only stimulated the tentacle further. This lewd tentacle fed on arousal fluid. For these tentacles, it was a delicacy, especially Andi's fluid, which came from her inability to climax. This feeling of despair and helplessness made the tentacle savor it like a rare treat. But the victim, fixed on the wooden horse, didn't see it that way. She struggled desperately, but her lower body was already filled. The exposed tip of the tentacle perfectly covered her clit, and the tentacle moved wildly around her most sensitive spot, instinctively drawing out more arousal fluid to taste. Andi was on the verge of collapse. She whimpered, feeling sensations all over her body. Restrained so tightly, her mind was overwhelmed by the stimulation, making cultivation impossible. She couldn't remember how long it had been since she last climaxed. She was actually very sensitive; any slight stimulation would bring her close, but she could never reach the peak. This was her predicament. At this moment, the tentacle's movements became more frequent, gently nibbling and pressing on her clit. "Ahhh... Mmmph..." Most of Andi's cries were muffled by the muzzle, with only a few seductive sounds escaping. This, however, only accelerated the tentacle's actions. She had been on the verge of climaxing just moments ago, but couldn't quite reach it. This was due to her cultivation of her own path. If she didn't reach level six, she wouldn't be able to break the mental shackles on her climax. This was her self-motivation, a psychological suggestion. It was also why she could cultivate under such lewd conditions. Moreover, as long as she could resist this pleasure, her mental power would continuously improve. "Master, don't react too quickly, we're still far from it! There's also the water gourd, the cow cover, and..." "Shut up! Do you want me to be constantly on the verge of climax? Don't use them, don't use them, that's enough! Use something else..." Andi tried to transmit her thoughts, hoping Erika wouldn't play with fire any further. "That won't do, Master. You said you wanted to be restrained and fixed today! You haven't even been stuffed in the back, how can that be?" "No stuffing! Or else, when I get free, you're finished! Do you hear me!" Andi's eyes flickered between vacant and clear. Her breathing grew heavier. Just one tentacle was enough to push her to her limit, let alone other things. "Really, Master? Then choose between the water gourd and this cow cover!" Andi struggled helplessly, the wooden horse creaking. "I don't choose!" "That won't do! However, Master, I think we can also consider not using these. Then you'll definitely have to be stuffed in the back. Let's stuff a hateful spirit root in you!" Andi was dazed. What was that? She suddenly remembered, but it was too late to stop it. A huge, still writhing spirit root was aimed at her rear. Because her rear had been stuffed with various things for a long time, Andi's back passage had become very sensitive. This wasn't a sensitivity from touch, but a neurological sensitivity caused by stimulation. The moment it was inserted, Andi felt like she was about to burst. "Mmmph, stop it, you can't get in!" Erika didn't reply, diligently pushing it in. Finding the position wrong, she pulled it out a bit and then pushed it in again. But this stimulated Andi intensely. Andi almost fainted, her eyes rolling back.