The Day of Divine Bondage

"That god, how dare she claim to be good at judging cases!" Florentine grumbled inwardly, riding his horse along a country path, cursing Claire's outrageous actions. Behind him, a rider followed, her demeanor peculiar. Though mounted, she held no reins, as if the horse moved solely by her will. Despite the mild sun, she wore a cloak that concealed her from head to toe. Her small feet, clad in expensive, exquisite boots, gripped the stirrups like a novice, her legs clamped tightly. Indeed, the two on the road were Anya and Florentine, but Anya was clearly not well. Anyone daring enough to lift the cloak shrouding Anya's delicate form would be stunned by the exquisite beauty hidden beneath. Anya was dressed in a white and gold-trimmed knight's uniform, tailored to her as if made for her alone. It accentuated her naturally graceful yet strong physique, making her appear even more heroic and extraordinary. What was truly shocking, however, was that this valiant knight had her hands bound tightly behind her back with ropes. The cords looped under Anya's arms, wrapping twice around her slender shoulders before descending. These ropes, one above and one below, held her firm, pinning her arms to her body and cinching her waist. The rope then passed between her legs, binding her most intimate parts. Though her long legs, encased in knee-high boots, seemed unhindered, Anya couldn't help but clamp them tightly around the horse's belly, rendering her immobile. It was evident the saddle was no ordinary one. Where Anya sat, three wooden rods of varying lengths and thicknesses protruded prominently. Unlike human flesh, these rods were unyielding and exceptionally hard, their unbending nature creating intense stimulation within her sensitive core. Florentine had done his best to choose the smoothest paths, yet even minor bumps sent jolts through Anya, causing her to widen her eyes in pleasure and her body to tremble uncontrollably. "Hey, are you alright? There's a village ahead, we can't go around it," Florentine called out from his horse, spotting signs of habitation in the distance. He worried if the young lady behind him could endure such hardship. Anya, truly a daughter of a military family, proved her resilience after the influence of 'The World' was dispelled. Florentine could now see her incredible strength and stubbornness. Throughout the journey, despite her body trembling uncontrollably from the stimulation, she bit her lip fiercely, refusing to utter a sound. "I'm fine. You still need to deal with the bandits. Taking me along is already slowing you down, don't waste any more time for my sake," Anya replied. But Florentine saw her exposed calves shaking like a sieve and couldn't believe her claim of being fine. He spoke firmly, "It's alright. I'm tired. We'll find a rundown shack in the village ahead to rest and replenish my strength. In the afternoon, I'll untie you, and you can go wherever you please!" "No, this is a judgment personally passed by a god. How can I refuse it? We can rest, but if you try to untie me, I will walk to see the current state of the border territories myself. I made a mistake, and I must... I must accept my punishment!" Florentine hadn't expected such a strong refusal of his well-intentioned offer. This so-called 'punishment' began after that day's judgment concluded... "In the name of the gods who protect all beings for eternity, I pronounce judgment. Anya Bericli, during the period your mind was influenced by 'The World,' you took many lives, plunging the border territories into chaos. Countless people lost their lives directly or indirectly due to your actions. However, considering this was not entirely your will, your sentence is to temporarily lose your freedom. You will accompany Florentine and witness firsthand the current state of the border territories. Do you have any objections?" The goddess, who usually dressed so carelessly, adopted an incredibly pious demeanor when invoking the highest authority of the continent, 'In the name of all gods.' "I... accept the punishment." Anya, her thighs still bound together, could only kneel on the ground, head bowed in confession, daring not to meet the divine radiance of the goddess.

Phil was having a great time, wanting to explore a new zone on Shire, when she didn't notice Anya had quietly untied herself and tiptoed behind Phil. Anya covered Phil's mouth and nose, and in a low voice chanted a spell. The ropes on the ground automatically flew up. Before Phil could react, her hands were twisted behind her back. "Mmph...?!" As Phil opened her mouth, a gag was stuffed in. Immediately, she felt a sharp pain on her soft waist. Anya folded a white-stockinged leg, using her knee to press against Phil's flank. A bundle of snake-skin rope quickly wrapped around Phil's wrists. After crossing and interlacing, a knot was tied. Then, the rope was wound around Phil's slender, pale, lotus-like arms. Phil was forcefully restrained, unable to even muster the strength to resist. Soon, Anya had bound Phil's arms behind her elbows, forming an upright "Y" shape. Anya then pulled a rope from below, tightening it around Phil's waist, binding her arms and abdomen together, her wrists secured to her waist, rendering her completely immobile. "Mmph mmph mmmph!!" Phil was caught completely off guard by Anya's sudden attack. However, her physical strength was exceptional. Although Anya struck first, Phil had been gathering strength during the binding process. Just as Anya finished binding her hands, Phil used her waist to exert force, twisting her body and surprisingly breaking free from Anya's grip. With the ropes still partially unbound, she turned and glared at Anya, who had fallen to the side. She shook her bound forearms vigorously, emitting angry and muffled questions, "Mmph mmph?!?!" Before Phil could fully escape, Anya moved like a whirlwind again, gently laying Phil back on the ground. Seizing the moment when Phil was too weak to resist, Anya brought her long, white-stockinged legs together and used a prepared rope loop to bind her beautiful, slender ankles. Grabbing both of Phil's kicking, white-stockinged feet, she tied the rope around her soles. With her feet held, Phil's sensitive soles curled and stretched under the binding rope, a blush immediately appearing on her pretty little face. Anya secured the binding rope in the middle, and Phil's struggling range of motion instantly decreased. Anya took the opportunity to bind her silken legs tightly from her calves all the way up to just above her knees. Phil, having trained in martial arts for years, her taut, straight, white-stockinged legs, though tightly bound, were still unwilling to be played with by Anya's blatant breach of contract. She struggled incessantly, the silken legs rustling against the blanket, a sound that was quite alluring. Shire, listening keenly in the darkness, knew this was her mistress's doing. However, she was particularly energetic today. Usually, she and Phil would bully her together, but today, even Phil was being tied up. "Mmph mmph..." Shire whimpered twice, hoping Anya wouldn't go too far today. Little did she know, these two whimpers only made Anya chuckle, "Don't rush, Shire, it'll be your turn soon." Shire knew Anya was in high spirits, so she decided not to resist and let Anya bind her as she pleased. Anya, seeing that Shire had no intention of resisting, unfurled her ropes and began to bind Shire at a leisurely pace. Anya reached out, pulled Shire's arms behind her, clasped them together, and bent her jade-like hands backward. She then wound the rope around them, circle after circle, tightly binding them. She first tightened the rope around Shire's elbows. Shire's chest was pulled outward by the external force, causing her to arch forward, making breathing much more difficult. But Anya's binding was far from over. Circle after circle of rope reinforced her forearms, until her wrists were bound with three sets of five loops each, with each set of loops further secured by a rope passed through the middle to prevent slippage during vigorous struggles. Under this tight restraint, Shire's hands were held in a "Y" shape, tightly bound behind her, forcing her to arch her proud, jade-like breasts while remaining unable to move. Shire felt a sense of shame and wiggled her body, but Anya grabbed her, "Don't move, it's not finished yet." Hearing this, Shire stopped struggling and obediently allowed Anya to further strip her of her freedom. Anya, holding the rope, extended two loops from the ones bound around Shire's elbows, passing them under Shire's armpits. She then wrapped the rope around Shire's snow-white neck, tightening it around her half-exposed, alluring breasts. This way, if Shire tried to move her arms, she would inevitably stimulate her jade-like breasts. This wasn't all. Anya's hands moved swiftly, and a net woven from ropes covered Shire's abdomen. A rope then ruthlessly dug deep into Shire's private parts through her black stockings and lace panties. Finally, it looped back and was securely tied to the ropes around her wrists. Although Shire's arms were not forcibly fixed to her body, this restraint meant that any upward or downward movement would result in intense stimulation. She tried to struggle once, but Shire was so stimulated that her whole body felt hot, and she dared not move again. "Mmm~?" Shire couldn't help but moan. The ropes were really tight this time. Shire was a little confused, wondering why her mistress was so energetic. But Anya didn't care about Shire's confusion and simply pulled up on the ropes around Shire. Because the net on Shire was made of a continuous rope, when it was pulled, it tightened even deeper. To alleviate this stimulation, Shire, with her private parts being squeezed, reluctantly spread her legs apart and stood up. Anya continued to meticulously bind Shire's ankles with white rope, wrapping it horizontally several times and tightening it forcefully, then reinforcing it vertically before tying a firm knot. "Mmmph~" The rope continuously rubbed against her private parts, and pleasure began to build within Shire. Unable to bear the stimulation, Shire let out a soft moan. Hearing this moan, Anya's desire to bind and torment Shire intensified. She used white ropes to tightly bind Shire's long, black-stockinged legs, placing two ropes together around her thighs, knees, and ankles. The black stockings and the white ropes created a strong visual impact at this moment, and Shire's legs were completely unable to separate even by a sliver. With her entire body tightly bound by ropes, Shire arched her back, barely maintaining her balance as she stood. She swayed precariously, needing Anya to support her from time to time.

The darkness remained absolute. Anya recalled what had happened, realizing she'd been captured by that guy. The restraints were incredibly tight. She'd been bound before, but Fei'er and Xi'er had been careful not to hurt her, so they hadn't pulled too hard. Now, Anya understood just how constricting these ropes were, as if they wanted to tear through her tender flesh and dig into her very bones. *Creak, creak...* Anya's struggles only resulted in the groaning of the ropes and aches throughout her body. Who knew how long she'd been asleep. Anya felt her hands still bound behind her back, and the ropes had multiplied. Now, whether it was the loops crisscrossing her wrists, the ones binding her arms, or those cinching her torso, there were several more turns. Her hands were forced into fists, wrapped by something. The only small comfort was that she felt her breasts shift slightly with her struggles, a sign they were being pressed out prominently by the bindings. This made Anya blush with shame, cursing the sheer shamelessness of it all. Aside from her wrists, her legs were forcibly folded together. From the very top of her thighs down to her knees, there were about four sets of rope loops. She could feel them being reinforced horizontally in the center to prevent slippage. Her thighs pressed together, her legs bound tightly side-by-side. The dense network of ropes locked down any possibility of movement for Anya's long, beautiful legs. The only stroke of luck was that Anya felt her nightgown was still on, and her stockings hadn't been removed. It seemed that person hadn't done anything to her yet. "Mmph, mmphm..." Her wrists were pressed tightly against her back, immobile. Her legs were completely unable to move. Anya could only focus her attention on her mouth. She tried to move her soft lips, but the object inside was soft yet filled her mouth, coiling around her tongue. Anya realized it was a silencing sponge; no wonder the muffled sounds she made were so faint. Outside the sponge, there was no gag, but her lips were sealed shut by something like adhesive tape, leaving her cheeks and lips with a sticky sensation. The tape was incredibly strong. No matter how Anya pouted or moved her lips from side to side, she couldn't loosen the tape even a little. Finally, she gave up. As Anya was still struggling to move her body, Laurentine spoke, "Well, well, Miss is awake? For your own safety, I wouldn't recommend you continue struggling."

Anya had been restless these past few days, and now that she was finally in a comfortable bed, she naturally slept quite deeply. Moreover, Awen, as a warrior, was incredibly strong. Her stealth techniques were so refined that she wouldn't make a sound even stepping on snow. As she infiltrated Anya's room, Anya remained completely unaware. "Hoo hoo~ Looking at her like this, little Anya is quite beautiful. Huh? What's this?" Awen didn't rush to act. Bathed in the moonlight filtering through the window, she quietly observed Anya's serene face. Her gaze then shifted and landed on an object she hadn't expected. It was a gag from the divine armor Claire had given her, the only piece that could be freely removed. With Anya asleep, it was placed by the bedside, and Awen spotted it. Awen looked at the gag on the bedside table, understanding its purpose. Her heart began to burn with excitement. She had always enjoyed the feeling of being bound since she was young. Kailan Cui had even teased her about always being tied up by Laurentine when they played "bandits" as children. But this was a preference she was too embarrassed to admit. Now, encountering a fellow enthusiast, how could she not be thrilled? "Hahaha, little Anya, you're mine tonight!!" Overjoyed, Awen became somewhat carried away. Her usual ethereal demeanor was cast aside as she transformed into a veritable bandit leader, letting out a low-pitched shout before lunging to kiss Anya's cherry lips. "Mmmph~ Mmmph?" Anya was jolted awake from her slumber, instantly becoming clear-headed. She initially thought it was an enemy attack and was about to summon her divine armor to teach the intruder a lesson. But upon opening her eyes, she saw Awen's pretty face. Blushing furiously, she struggled to break free from Awen's kiss. Awen was thoroughly enjoying the taste of Anya's lips and wasn't about to let her escape. She cupped Anya's cheeks with her hands and continued to kiss her fiercely. "Mmmph mmmph! Mmmph mmmph mmmph!!!" Anya's face was held captive, and with the ropes left by Claire still on her body, she couldn't break free. Fearing she might hurt Awen, she dared not use her teeth to resist. Her small, delicate tongue, half resisting and half yielding, met the uninvited guest in her mouth. She could only express her protest through muffled sounds from her throat. After a long while, their lips parted. Anya was about to say something when a familiar object was stuffed into her mouth – the gag. However, Awen didn't tighten the strap completely. She straddled Anya, pressing down on the small ball in Anya's mouth with one finger. Her face was incredibly close, so close that Anya could smell Awen's faint, pleasant scent. "Little Anya, you like being tied up too, don't you? I knew you liked this the moment I saw this. But you don't need to be shy, because I like it too~ It's fortunate I met you, otherwise even I would be embarrassed to tell others about this." Without giving Anya a chance to speak, Awen, straddling Anya's delicate body, said this. "Mmmph~ Mmmph mmmph." Anya actually wanted to explain that this thing had a practical purpose. But seeing Awen's childlike joy, she could only nod helplessly, letting out a few hums as a sign of agreement. "Then, little Anya, I'll play a game with you. I'll caress you for a while, and you need to bite down on this ball properly. If you make a sound, Little Luo is in the next room, and it wouldn't be good to wake him up." Without giving Anya a chance to object, Awen directly announced the rules of the game. She then threw back the covers, revealing Anya's body, bound like a zongzi. Seeing the covers pulled back, Anya's face flushed with shame. She opened her mouth to explain to Awen, but as she did, the gag almost fell out. She quickly bit down on it again, daring not to open her mouth. Instead, she desperately tried to convey with her eyes: "It's not what you think." "Ooh ooh ooh, little Anya is quite bold, isn't she? To be tied up like this while sleeping? Is it convenient for Little Luo to sneak in at night?" Awen marveled at the bold heart beneath Anya's pure exterior and couldn't help but tease her. "Mmmph mmmph~" Anya let out a cute whimper from her mouth, turning her face away, unable to meet Awen's teasing gaze. Seeing Anya's adorable reaction, Awen couldn't resist any longer. She began to lay her hands on Anya's delicate body. Elves, as a long-lived race, had a wide range of experiences, and there were quite a few elves who preferred their own sex. Although Awen was young, she had learned a lot through osmosis. Her jade-like hands fluttered over Anya's body like butterflies. The slightest touch of her fingers on Anya's skin sent waves of ticklishness through her, making her want to laugh but unable to. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph~ Mmmph mmmph mmmph!! Mmmph~~" Although Anya had experience playing with the two maids, that was merely a novice's play. And when she was with Laurentine, while she felt satisfied, Laurentine was a man, and sometimes his large hands didn't quite grasp the right pressure. The sensations Awen was bringing were incomparable. After all, as women, Awen understood a woman's weak points better. Each gentle caress felt like it was reaching a long-untouched corner of Anya's heart. That tingling sensation, mixed with pleasure, continuously surged through Anya's being. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph!!" Awen's caresses continued, but Anya was already starting to falter. Her desire had been fully ignited, and she was no longer satisfied with the stimulation of gentle touches. Anya's face flushed, and she protested to Awen. "Don't rush, little Anya~" At this moment, Awen had gained complete control. Watching the pure little beauty beneath her writhe and try to escape her hands, with nowhere to go, her face flushed and she let out mournful cries. Awen's heart was filled with the thrill of conquest, wanting to torment the little sister beneath her even more. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph! Mmm hmm hmm hmm eh eh eh!" Anya's slightly heavy breaths suddenly turned into a series of intense,娇喘 (jiao chuan - panting/moaning). Awen's jade-like hands became mischievous, and as Anya gradually succumbed to the pleasure in her body, they suddenly attacked her firm breasts. The sudden stimulation of such a sensitive area almost made Anya lose her grip on the gag, and she let out continuous娇叫 (jiao jiao - delicate cries). "Ooh ya~ Little Anya's body is so sensitive. Your reactions are so amusing~" Awen was very pleased with Anya's response. While her jade-like hands continued to caress, she leaned down and gently nibbled on Anya's flushed earlobe. "Mmm hmm hmm!!!" Anya was startled again by Awen's bold actions, but the attack on her earlobe made her face even more flushed, as if it could bleed at any moment. Awen threw herself onto Anya. The two beautiful women, like flowers, pressed their chests together. Awen continued to tease, causing Anya to pant incessantly. Seeing that Anya was also gradually getting into the mood, Awen's jade-like hand directly grabbed Anya's股绳 (gu sheng - rope around the buttocks) and began to rub it up and down.

Her exquisite body was now densely entwined with the ropes left by Claire. The black cords, as if not meant for mere binding from the start, were wrapped around Anya like a work of art, accentuating her beauty even further. Where the interwoven ropes met, they formed an inverted pentagram at the apex of her fair, perky breasts. This not only made her chest appear fuller but also added a touch of sacrilege, a stark contrast to her innocent demeanor, making one’s fingers itch to caress those towering peaks. Around her slender, long neck was a collar with an intricate,镂空 pattern. It was a symbol of her love, the center of her heart, and now, its chain led to her beloved. She had surrendered herself entirely to him, yearning only for the warmth and affection in his embrace. A segment of the collar’s chain dangled down, falling precisely into the valley between her breasts, looking exceptionally alluring. The maid dress was tailored to fit snugly, its design hugging her curves until her lower abdomen, where beautiful pleats extended outwards, naturally reaching her knees and concealing the ropes tightly bound between her thighs. The back of the dress featured a flowing design, with two skirt panels split like swallowtails to the sides. A large bow was tied at the waist, perfectly obscuring the hands bound parallel behind her back. Viewed from the front, Anya appeared as a normal maid with her hands behind her back and a straight posture, with no one suspecting she was so tightly bound. While this attire was somewhat provocative, for Anya, it was far from enough. With a mere thought, the Rope Prison space began to "serve" her. Two crimson ropes fitted two metal nipple clamps onto Anya’s breasts, hidden beneath the fabric. The hard outer shells of the clamps pressed firmly against her nipples, eliciting a cry of pain from Anya. Internally, however, they were filled with soft brushes. Any slight movement from Anya’s body would cause the brushes to agitate her sensitive nipples, subjecting her to a constant barrage of pleasure and itching. On Anya’s legs, the knight’s boots were gone, replaced by a pair of white, knee-high stockings. The hem of the stockings ended precisely mid-thigh, outlining her "absolute territory" with a distinctly sensual aura. Her feet were encased in eight-centimeter transparent crystal high heels, her small feet in white stockings squeezed within, yet completely exposed. Her delicate, petite toes and slender, elegant soles seemed to present themselves to the world without reservation, utterly defenseless. The ropes left by Claire remained unchanged, still tightly binding Anya’s legs together at her thighs and knees. Only her ankles were left with a short interval, allowing Anya to take small steps. The red rope also formed a bracelet around Anya’s slender ankles, to which a small bell was attached. It was easy to imagine the pleasant sound and scene as Anya walked, the clear ringing of the bell echoing endlessly. This was not the end. The red rope and Claire’s black rope originated from the same source, so the red rope could subtly influence the black rope. Under the red rope’s manipulation, Anya’s bindings tightened further. These ropes were intricately and securely fastened. Furthermore, Claire had also left behind divine attire, making it impossible for Anya to wear underwear. Not to mention, a rope ran from her crotch to her parted lips, a perineal rope pressing tightly, constantly chafing her tender core with every sway of her body. At this moment, the red rope produced a moderately thick rod, carefully bypassing the perineal rope and inserting it into Anya’s honeyed cave. Simultaneously, an entire string of anal beads was inserted, bead by bead, into Anya’s rear. "Mmm..." The sensation of foreign objects filling her caused Anya to frown slightly, but she quickly regained her composure. This was not over. The red rope then tied a highly elastic rope around the anal beads, the rod, and her thighs. Whenever Anya spread her legs, this elastic rope would pull the two foreign objects out. However, as the rope stretched, its elasticity would increase, eventually pulling Anya’s legs back together. At that point, the two toys in her lower body would re-enter her body. In other words, as long as this elastic rope existed, Anya would be penetrated with every step she took. The difficulty of working in such a maid outfit was unimaginable. Yet, Anya felt no reluctance; instead, her heart was filled with the joy of devotion to her beloved. "Uuuu..." With a labored groan, Anya used a nearby special device to put on the special equipment required for today's training: a tray. The bottom of this tray was connected to Anya’s corset, and two ropes pulled down from her shoulders held the tray, keeping it steady on her body without slipping. Naturally, this tray was designed to hold more than just wine glasses or books. First and foremost, it supported Anya’s ample, exquisite breasts. Those twin jade rabbits lay like the most obedient pets, resting quietly on the tray on Anya’s body for all to admire. The pair of beautiful mounds formed an alluring shape on the tray, so much so that even Anya, looking down, could see her breasts filling her entire field of vision. "Ugh..." No matter how many times Anya looked at her chest in this manner, she couldn’t help but let out a shy cry. After donning the equipment, it was time for formal training. Most warriors enjoyed drinking, and Laurentine was no exception. When conditions allowed, she would often have a few drinks. Therefore, she focused on training her ability to hold a wine glass. Anya carefully lowered herself to the height of the table, aligning the bottom of the tray on her body with the base of the wine glass, then forcefully pushed forward. The wine glass on the table was now steadily positioned on the tray at her waist. "Mmm~" The weight of the wine glass naturally settled onto the tray supporting it. Under this weight, the tray tilted upwards, directly causing Anya’s already sensitive breasts to be intensely stimulated. Her firm, full jade breasts were squeezed into an even flatter shape. Stimulated by this, Anya couldn’t help but struggle slightly, making her appear so helpless and weak. For Anya, placing the wine glass onto the tray was already a tremendous effort, but this was merely the starting phase of today’s training; the more difficult part was yet to come. Anya swayed as she straightened up, managing with great difficulty to prevent a single drop of wine from spilling from the tray. She then began to walk. Her goal was to walk one hundred meters in this attire without spilling the wine. Only by striving for perfection in this way did Anya feel she could be worthy of being by her lover’s side. Her posture was already graceful and upright, and coupled with this restrictive attire, she appeared as delicate and fragile as a willow in the wind. If nothing else, the rope restraints on Anya’s slender ankles had trained her gait to be far more elegant than any woman skilled in etiquette. "Hoo... hoo..." Anya’s steps were at most thirty centimeters long. Walking one hundred meters was already incredibly difficult, let alone enduring the constant, intense stimulation from this restrictive attire: the itching of her nipples, the penetration between her legs, all relentlessly draining the girl’s stamina. Even though she was once an outstanding knight, her face was now flushed, and she panted softly. A thin layer of sweat appeared on her smooth forehead, further enhancing the alluring blush on the young girl’s face. "You don't have to push yourself so hard." A voice filled with concern came from behind Anya. Without even turning, Anya knew it was Laurentine. Facing Laurentine’s concern, the stubborn girl gently shook her head and continued to walk with difficulty.

Aurora, who seemed so dominant in this dream but was actually incredibly pure, couldn't handle this at all. Her small face instantly flushed so red that her earlobes seemed to bleed, making her as cute as a ripe, juicy apple. She forced herself to appear calm, cleared her throat, and asked, "You... concubine, do you have any good suggestions?" Lu Qiuyue suppressed her laughter and, as if playing a trick, gently licked Aurora's earlobe. The soft, moist, and slippery sensation made Aurora flinch as if electrocuted. Seeing Aurora's adorable reaction, she grinned mischievously and pulled out a bundle of ice-blue ropes from behind her. "Use this to tie up His Majesty, and then I'll serve His Majesty, how about it?" Lust, indeed, can cloud judgment. At least at this moment, Aurora was completely dazed, likely to agree to anything the person in her arms said without hesitation. And so, the poor Aurora, in a daze and without any hesitation, turned her back, closed her incredibly beautiful eyes nervously, her shapely, delicate body trembling slightly with both tension and anticipation. Aurora had long since shed her imposing battle armor. Her red hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, and only a set of pure white underwear remained on her. Combined with her current nervous and adorable expression, it truly made Lu Qiuyue's appetite whet. Lu Qiuyue didn't resort to severe restraints from the start. In her heart, Aurora was nothing less than an exquisite delicacy. The time flow in this consciousness world, influenced by the Lotus Birth, was extremely fast. She had plenty of time to make this familiar yet strange Aurora completely hers, from the inside out. Lifting Aurora's hair, the ice-blue rope was looped around her smooth, slender neck, tied in a knot that wouldn't tighten. It then trailed down, encircling Aurora's slender waist, before securing her wrists. Her knees and ankles were also tied with the rope, and Lu Qiuyue had effectively put Aurora in a set of connected restraints. "Mmm..." Aurora felt a slight discomfort. Although the binding wasn't severe, her hands and legs were restricted within a certain range of motion. Due to the limited length of the ropes, she had to lower her head slightly, and any significant movement was impossible. "Concubine... Concubine... What are you going to do?!" Aurora naturally wasn't willing to lie obediently on Lu Qiuyue's lap. She wriggled and struggled to get up. Unable to see what Lu Qiuyue was doing behind her, she felt a bit nervous, her voice trembling slightly. Yet, despite using her strength, which was considered invincible in this world, her hands were firmly bound to her sides, and she could only shake her small hands in vain. At every moment, the mental worlds of the two women were merging, their worlds were intertwining. It was because of this that Aurora, who should have been invincible in this world, was powerless against the ropes from another. And once this grand training was over, their lives would be shared, and they would become each other's halves. "What am I going to do? Of course, I'm going to serve His Majesty well~" Lu Qiuyue's voice was still filled with an incredibly charming softness, but Aurora could already detect a hint of schadenfreude in her tone. Before she could even struggle to get up from Lu Qiuyue's lap, she heard a crisp sound. "Slap!" The clear sound echoed in the chambers. The sensation on her backside and the suggestive sound already indicated what Lu Qiuyue had just done. But Aurora still gaped with disbelief, her face a mask of shock and surprise. She! How dare she spank me?!! "Ah!!" Aurora, realizing what had happened, screamed. Her delicate body, lying on Lu Qiuyue's lap, trembled violently. "You!!..." "Slap!" "No..." "Slap!" "Don't..." "Slap!" ... No matter what Aurora tried to say, Lu Qiuyue's palm would fall heavily and mercilessly, cutting off her words. After a few times, the redness on Aurora's round, perky buttocks was like an overripe peach. Regardless of what she wanted to say, as long as her body continued to struggle, Lu Qiuyue wouldn't let her utter a single word. Initially, Aurora, being spanked repeatedly, felt only humiliation and instinctively wanted to resist. But as Lu Qiuyue's palms continued to fall, although the humiliation remained, a strange pleasure gradually emerged. This made her pretty face flush, and her struggling body softened. Aurora dared not resist anymore but stubbornly refused to speak, merely turning her small head away. Her crystal-like eyes were veiled with a mist, and she looked aggrieved. Lu Qiuyue wouldn't fall for her act. But as long as the girl stopped struggling, she wouldn't be stingy with a little "reward." She then gently traced her slender fingers over the tender skin she had just ravaged, sometimes kneading, sometimes drawing a light circle... Her buttocks, already red and swollen from the spanking, still retained a burning pain, but they were also extremely sensitive. With Lu Qiuyue's gentle caress now, currents of pleasure shot straight to her brain, making her bite her lips tightly, afraid of letting out any embarrassing sounds.

The ice-blue ropes snaked and flowed rapidly across Aurora's exposed, smooth, delicate skin. Aurora immediately found her hands, pulled to her sides, being yanked backward by the ropes, wrists bound behind her. Just moments ago, after Lu Qiuyue's sharp command, she hadn't dared to resist, obediently allowing the ropes to pull her hands behind her and bind them tightly. Though she knew being bound meant completely surrendering herself to the person before her, by the time Aurora truly broke free from her fear and shyness, her delicate body was already swaying, bound tightly and crisscrossed with ropes. The massive vanity mirror in the Empress's chambers faithfully reflected Aurora's current state. She merely glanced at her reflection, and the blush that had slightly faded from her face surged back, coloring her pretty, cute face. The naked figure in the mirror, restricted by the ropes all over her body, looked even more alluring in her inherently weak and pitiable state. Her slender yet strong forearms were forcibly pulled behind her by the ropes. The ropes crisscrossed, holding her arms parallel to each other. Her hands supported each other's elbows, with several loops of rope winding back and forth from elbow to wrist, binding her hands tightly behind her. The binding of her hands was merely the beginning. An ice-blue collar encircled Aurora's long, slender neck. Two ropes extended from the collar in a figure-eight pattern, passing under her armpits and winding around her upper arms. Finally, several ropes horizontally cinched her chest, top and bottom, causing her already perky breasts to squeeze out from between the two ropes like tempting, snow-white puddings. Her hands were also firmly secured to her body by these ropes; no matter how Aurora swayed and struggled, her hands felt welded in place, utterly immobile. Lu Qiuyue was deeply skilled in the art of binding, and such simple restraints were naturally not enough for her. Under her direction, the ice-blue ropes began to adorn Aurora's alluring, delicate body. The ropes tightened around the base of her high breasts, then several ropes extended from the base of her breasts again, weaving a beautiful net pattern at her lower abdomen, cinching Aurora's slender waist, devoid of any excess flesh. A perineal rope extended from this net, forcefully clamping down on her secret garden, which had yet to be entered. The rope's strong pull dug deeply into the floral bush, and the intense pleasure stimulated Aurora's slender waist, causing it to visibly tremble. Her entire face flushed crimson, as if burning. The perineal rope traveled upward behind Aurora, connecting all the way to her forearms. At this point, the ropes on Aurora's entire upper body had become a single unit. Whether she moved her hands or swayed her body, the friction and tightening of the ropes would mercilessly stimulate Aurora's breasts and her honeyed orifice. Bound like this, even the slightest movement from Aurora sent waves of pleasure from her entire body, making her go limp. She could only stand obediently on the ground, not daring to move, allowing the ropes to bind her lower body. Of course, the ropes naturally wouldn't let Aurora's shapely legs, clad in thigh-high stockings, off the hook. Loops of rope tightly bound her from the base of her thighs all the way to her ankles. Each rope pressed firmly and forcefully against the skin of her rounded, exquisite legs, cinching them tightly. To prevent slipping, each loop was tightened in the middle. Aurora's two slender, stocking-clad legs were instantly bound together by the ice-blue ropes, as if they had grown together, impossible to separate no matter what. Bound like this, Aurora naturally found it difficult to maintain her balance. She swayed precariously, trying to stay upright, but the ropes all over her body strictly restricted her movements. Aurora's peripheral vision caught glimpses of her disheveled self in the mirror, a sense of humiliation welling up within her. Yet, this humiliation, combined with the tight, constricting sensation of the ropes digging into her skin, gave her an unprecedented feeling. She slightly and laboriously bent her waist and knees, the pleasure coursing through her body making her legs feel weak, almost causing her to collapse to her knees. Watching the clumsy Aurora, Lu Qiuyue recalled the girl who had walked towards her so awkwardly in high heels. She smiled faintly, "Your Majesty, the game is about to begin~" With a reach, a rope connected to the collar on Aurora's neck. Lu Qiuyue merely gave a gentle tug, and Aurora, who was already struggling to maintain her balance, could no longer stand. She could only let her body fall towards Lu Qiuyue. "Ahhh!" The slight fear of watching herself fall while being powerless made Aurora cry out. However, she was quickly caught in a warm embrace. For a moment, Aurora even felt a sense of longing for Lu Qiuyue's gentle embrace. But she quickly struggled free from Lu Qiuyue's arms, secretly spitting at herself for having thought she was actually gentle. Ignoring Aurora's small act of defiance, Lu Qiuyue freely surveyed Aurora's delicate body, bound by the crisscrossing ropes. Then, she placed her hands on Aurora's perky breasts. The breasts, constricted by the ropes, were like puddings exposed to the air, filled with astonishing elasticity. Lu Qiuyue grabbed them and began to play with them, utterly captivated. Tightly bound, Aurora could only stand in place, reluctantly exposing all the beauty of her body to the other. The appraising gaze alone had filled her with humiliation. Lu Qiuyue, that pervert, was now holding her tender breasts in her hands, kneading and playing with them wantonly. As the shape of her breasts constantly changed, a warm sensation and an indescribable stimulation surged through Aurora's heart. Aurora wanted to scold her, but ultimately couldn't muster the courage. She could only glare at Lu Qiuyue indignantly, wishing she could stop Lu Qiuyue's mischievous hands with her eyes alone. However, her indignant gaze, adorned with a flushed face and large, watery eyes, looked incredibly cute, like a little girl pouting. "Still daring to glare at your master? It seems this little cat is very disobedient." One of Lu Qiuyue's hands continued to knead Aurora's full, high peaks, while her other mischievous hand lightly traced Aurora's skin with her fingertips, bringing a tingling sensation to her lower abdomen. She gently plucked the "string" that had been wrapped around Aurora's secret garden. "Ah... no... please... Master... there... I can't!!" The attacked Aurora cried out, her pretty face flushing as if it would bleed. Her body, which had been full of resistance, instantly softened. She hastily pleaded in a娇声 (delicate, coquettish voice).

Lu Qiuyue lay down beside Aurora, pulling the tightly bound, delicate body into her embrace. She whispered, "Sleep now, little kitty." "Mmph?! Mmph mmph mmph!!" Little kitty?! Who are you calling little kitty?!! I'm divorcing you!!! No matter how Aurora struggled, the person beside her held her gently. Their even breaths brushed softly against her face, as if they had truly fallen asleep. After being played with all day, Aurora was very tired. Moreover, being held like this inexplicably gave her a strange sense of security. This also made her, just like a little cat, curl up in Lu Qiuyue's arms and fall into a deep sleep. The next morning, Lu Qiuyue was already up and about. However, she didn't deliberately wake Aurora, instead letting her sleep until she woke up naturally. "Mmm~~~" Aurora, just awakened, stretched lazily. Only then did she realize she was still tightly restrained. Recalling the absurd events of yesterday, her pretty face couldn't help but blush. Her beautiful eyes, with a hint of anger, glared at Lu Qiuyue by the bedside. "Mmm?" As Aurora turned her little head, she suddenly felt something cool drip onto her perky breasts. Aurora froze, her gaze shifting slightly downwards. Her pretty face immediately flushed with shame and indignation. She saw strands of crystal-clear silver liquid hanging from her forced-open little mouth. The silver threads were stretched incredibly long in the air. It was her own saliva that had just dripped onto herself. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the room. The red-haired girl on the bed, crisscrossed with ice-blue ropes, was a striking contrast. The girl's dazed eyes and the silver threads dripping from the gag together formed a picture that was both pure and cute, yet also seductive and wanton. Lu Qiuyue watched the embarrassed Aurora with a smile that was not quite a smile. Such a gaze naturally made the girl even more shy. "Mmm..." While lost in thought, Lu Qiuyue had already removed the gag from her mouth. With a gentle shake, another pool of saliva dripped down. Aurora tucked her head in, her eyes lowered, not daring to look at Lu Qiuyue. "Knock knock knock~" A knock came from the door. Outside was Aurora's head maid. Her voice carried from a distance, "Your Majesty, a foreign envoy is arriving in our country today. Can you... still receive him?" Upon hearing this, Aurora's spirits suddenly lifted. She looked at Lu Qiuyue with bright eyes. Lu Qiuyue naturally nodded with a smile. After all, state affairs couldn't be delayed. Having received Lu Qiuyue's consent, Aurora replied, "I understand. I'll get dressed." "Then, we await your arrival, Your Majesty the Empress." The head maid outside the door clearly breathed a sigh of relief. No one in the palace dared to eavesdrop. She didn't know how late the Empress had been playing last night. Little did she know, she would never imagine that the formidable Empress of the battlefield had been the one played with last night, and last night's game was far from over. In the room, Aurora suddenly cast expectant eyes towards Lu Qiuyue, impatiently wriggling her body as if trying to sit up. She forgot that she was still tightly bound by those ice-blue ropes and ended up lying on her side on the bed again. "Please... please, Master, untie me. I need to meet the foreign envoy." Seeing that Lu Qiuyue didn't seem to understand the meaning behind her gaze, Aurora gently reminded her. "Untie you?" Lu Qiuyue chuckled and said, "Why untie you? Just go like this!" "What? Mas... Master, what kind of decorum is this?!" Aurora exclaimed in panic and urgency. "Don't rush," Lu Qiuyue stroked her chin and smiled, "I still need to dress you up." Lu Qiuyue reached out and lightly touched the dense ropes on Aurora's legs again. Aurora found that the ice-blue ropes, which had bound her two slender legs in sheer stockings together so tightly that there wasn't a sliver of space between them, slowly began to loosen from her ankles. Her two beautiful legs were free! Aurora breathed a sigh of relief. Lu Qiuyue's words had truly startled her. To meet a foreign envoy dressed like this and bound like this? As the Empress of a nation, her every word and action represented the vast empire behind her. How could she possibly meet a foreign envoy like this? Aurora lay obediently on the bed, waiting for Lu Qiuyue to untie the ropes on her upper body. She had even started planning in her mind: as soon as Lu Qiuyue untied the ropes, she would immediately counterattack, tie Lu Qiuyue up fiercely. She would repay her a hundredfold, a thousandfold, for what she had done to her. The thought of the arrogant Lu Qiuyue being tied up like a wriggling worm, begging her to be her master, made the little Empress feel a little giddy. Wishes were beautiful, but Aurora waited and waited, only to find that Lu Qiuyue didn't continue to untie her. Instead, she walked to the side of the bed, reached out, and grabbed her two stockinged legs, pulling off the pair of long stockings from her slender, fair, jade-like legs. "Mas... Master, what are you doing?" Aurora was startled by Lu Qiuyue's actions. When her fingers touched her jade-like legs, the familiar electric sensation made her delicate body tremble slightly. Yet, she dared not resist at all. After all, the consequence of resisting would likely be punishment again, wouldn't it? The memory of being spanked last night seemed to be right before her eyes, and her buttocks were still faintly aching... "What am I doing? Of course, I'm helping Her Majesty the Empress get dressed," Lu Qiuyue said with a wicked smile, her hands already balling up the stockings she had just removed, still warm with her body heat.

A further rope was drawn from beneath her breasts, converging into two 'X' shapes that bound her impossibly full bosom. At the apex of each 'X', where the delicate nipples met, a rough knot was formed. No matter what Aurora intended to do, any slight movement of her chest would inevitably cause this coarse knot to rub against her sensitive nipples. Her ample breasts, now like freshly baked milk cakes, spilled out from between the crisscrossing ropes, soft and pale flesh peeking through like an utterly tempting crème brûlée, begging to be bitten. "Mmph! Mmmph!" Her breasts bound in such a shameful manner, Aurora's beautiful eyes widened, filled with a flush of arousal. Her face was already crimson with embarrassment, yet her upper body's writhing was merely a helpless struggle. The full breasts on her chest swayed exaggeratedly, so much so that even the black gauze dress couldn't conceal the burgeoning display. If any man were to witness the Empress in this state, he would surely be bleeding from the nose. "Mmmph! Oooohhhh!!!!" It wasn't just the ropes on her upper body; the troublesome crotch rope tightened further. The intense stimulation from between her legs caused Aurora to arch her head back, her vibrant red hair flying through the air. A series of moans escaped her gagged mouth. Lu Qiuyue hadn't just used a simple crotch rope this time; she had tied two large knots directly onto Aurora's most sensitive spot. As the crotch rope tightened, these knots gradually sank in, grinding against her delicate private parts. The crotch rope, as before, was tied to the ropes binding her wrists behind her back. Any slight struggle or twist of Aurora's waist would not only tighten the ropes around her chest but also cinch the crotch rope that was tormenting her so unbearably. Conversely, if Aurora tried to lower her wrists to loosen the crotch rope, the rope around her neck would tighten. Should Aurora dare to attempt a struggle, the ropes constricting her body would tighten one by one. Her full breasts would swell, her slender waist would become even more so, and even her sensitive private parts would be intensely stimulated, a confusing blend of pleasure and suffocation that would lead Aurora to complete surrender. The ropes suddenly tightened, causing Aurora to writhe uncomfortably a few times. In those few moments, her fair skin turned flushed, and her breaths became hot and labored. The pleasure radiating from all parts of her body made her sink involuntarily, yet it was utterly unsatisfying. Only by rubbing against the ropes did she find a peculiar comfort, compelling her to once again struggle with her graceful body, creating a desperate cycle. The final rope securely fastened her arms to her torso, binding her tightly to her chest and waist. No matter how Aurora struggled, she couldn't separate her arms from her body. Looking at Aurora bound by the ice-blue ropes, Lu Qiuyue's eyes lit up. She murmured to herself, "I didn't expect you little thing to have such a figure. However, this evening gown isn't quite suitable for going out. Wearing black in broad daylight isn't very attractive either." Immediately, the ropes, following her will, transformed into a vibrant red evening gown, entirely different from the black gauze dress. The gradient red, like a true flame dancing with the sway of the skirt, further accentuated Aurora's delicate and alluring face, complementing her fiery red hair. The gown, in stark contrast to the conservative color but daring design of the black gauze dress, was a bold and striking crimson. Yet, it "protected" the wearer's body exceptionally well. To an outsider, even walking past, it would be difficult to discern the secrets hidden beneath the skirt. This dress, evolved from ropes, held its own mysteries. The entire garment had lost its previous sheer quality, now appearing to be made from some kind of animal hide. The moment the dress was put on Aurora, she immediately felt it constricting all over. Aurora felt as if every part of her was being tightly squeezed by the leather. It wasn't the distinct, individual pressure of ropes, but rather as if the dress itself had swallowed her whole. This dress had no sleeves; the upper part was a single piece, directly encasing Aurora's arms and body. Due to the tight binding of the ropes, Aurora's arms were pressed together to their limit, and her body was also compressed to its maximum. From the side, nothing was discernible. Combined with the dress's concealment, Aurora appeared as if she were born without arms, no one knowing that her limbs were tightly restrained, bound behind her back and unable to move. Anyone who saw this magnificent dress, like the flames of a phoenix, would only marvel at its beauty, never suspecting the torment the young girl beneath the gorgeous attire was enduring. Although her upper body was now meticulously restrained, Lu Qiuyue still had no intention of leaving Aurora's legs unaddressed. Beneath the hem of the skirt, which flowed like spilled red flames, was a perfectly fitted single-leg sheath that encased Aurora's thighs, turning her plump, rounded legs into a single, unyielding form. No matter how Aurora struggled, she couldn't budge them. High heels were then placed on her delicate feet. The young girl's already slender and beautiful feet, forced into the high heels, could only arch in a breathtaking curve. Enhanced by the silver anklets, they appeared even more beautiful and captivating. However, these seemingly beautiful anklets were chains that bound Aurora's feet together, leaving only a thirty-centimeter gap between them with every step she took. "Mmm?! Mmmph... Hooo..." Although the heels were only six or seven centimeters high, the pointed, stiletto design made them unbearable for Aurora. Even in this mental space, Aurora couldn't manage such shoes. As she twisted and stumbled forward a few steps, she immediately fell to the ground. The fallen young girl struggled to get up, but under the strict restraint, she could only writhe and squirm helplessly on the ground, like a pathetic, limbless grub twisting its alluring body. The constricting sensation from all parts of her body stimulated the young girl's sensitive core, causing her to blush and pant softly on the ground. Lu Qiuyue was very pleased with her masterpiece. Finally, she carefully applied the transparent tape she had used earlier onto Aurora's lips, meticulously smoothing out every crease, sealing Aurora's small mouth tightly. At this moment, Aurora could barely make any expression beyond her eyes and puffed cheeks, maintaining only a demure appearance with her lips lightly pursed. On her seemingly normally closed lips lay a layer of tape, difficult to detect and remove, making even her sounds faint. Watching Aurora pout and glare at her, Lu Qiuyue momentarily couldn't distinguish whether

"As you wish!" The soldiers restraining the beautiful captive, however, did not share their commander's leisurely mood. Without a word, the two soldiers produced remarkably sturdy black ropes and bound Aisdale's hands behind her back. One soldier then proceeded to wrap the rope tightly around her wrists several times, before securing it with two vertical loops between her bound hands, ensuring Aisdale's delicate hands were held fast. Having used up one rope, the other soldier retrieved another equally strong black rope from his own waist. He then forcefully pulled her arms up against her shoulder blades, tightening the bonds and forming a tight "W" shape with her wrists and forearms. The rope was then wrapped around Aisdale's forearms, elbows, and upper arms, finally securing her hands behind her back with her palms pressed together in a prayer-like gesture. The entire assembly was then meticulously wrapped in silver tape, from her fingertips to her wrists, rendering any attempt to spread her fingers futile. This was not the end. To completely extinguish any thought of escape, the soldiers further bound Aisdale's clasped hands together with thin cords, and then wrapped her slender arms, hidden beneath her long sleeves, with more rope. From behind, it appeared as if she were wearing a pair of restrictive gloves made of rope, her arms held tightly together behind her back with no visible gap. "Mmmph... Mmmph- Mmmph!" The intense restraint behind her elicited a soft moan from the young woman. "Wh-what are you doing?! What are you tying me with? Do you tie every suspect like this?!" The soldiers behind Aisdale completely ignored the young saint's righteous protest. Without a word, they tightened the slender, long arms behind her back and used a loop of rope to hoist her wrists up to her delicate neck. "Cough..." The flexible rope dug deeply into her trachea, the intense sensation of suffocation cutting off her unuttered words. The rope was tight, and to breathe smoothly, Aisdale was forced to arch her chest, making her proud, snow-white breasts appear even more prominent than usual. Her slender, curvaceous figure became incredibly defined at this moment, alluring and seductive. Aisdale hailed from an extremely noble lineage, and as the saint of her sect, her usual attire was loose and grand. To facilitate the wearing of armor, she was currently dressed in form-fitting clothing, which now accentuated her graceful physique, exuding a seductive charm entirely different from her usual demeanor. Coupled with the tears welling in her eyes and the stubborn expression on her small face, it was enough to make one want to ravish her immediately. Her delicate features, paired with the imposing military uniform, and her face contorted in humiliation, her silver eyes held a flicker of defiance. Aisdale twisted forcefully, her high ponytail flying, her small feet clad in high-heeled boots stomping the ground in protest against the overly tight restraints. A clear, sharp cry escaped her lips. Aisdale's eyes widened. "What do you want?! Even for a criminal, this way of tying is too much!" She took a step forward, distancing herself from the two behind her, and attempted to twist her upper body. Only her clasped hands could move slightly. Beyond that, her entire arms, from forearm to upper arm, were as immobile as if they had fused together, utterly unyielding. "Oh? Could it be that our esteemed Saint has never heard of the legends of our Public Security forces?" Seeing the saint's attempt at resistance, Bellor chuckled rather than getting angry, introducing himself to Aisdale with a hint of pride. "Every target dealt with by our Cleanup Unit, whether suspected or proven guilty, once they fall into our hands, receives the highest level of 'reception,' understand? Or does the Saint wish to rely on her status as the Holy Church's saint and resist us?" As he spoke, Bellor did not cease his actions. He walked behind Aisdale, personally gathered her beautiful platinum-blonde hair, revealing her smooth nape, and fastened a white collar around her neck. With a click, the contact of leather against her neck sent a shiver through Aisdale, and a wave of shame washed over her. The rope loop around her neck was protected by this collar; without unlocking it with its special key, the rope could not be removed. "Now, let us proceed to adorn the Saint's body." Looking at the beautifully bound woman before him, Bellor licked his thick lips and said with a lewd smile. "You... you're going too far! No matter what, the Saint is the Holy Church's saint, how can you desecrate her like this?!" Elara, standing nearby, finally couldn't bear it. Her eyes were filled with a sharpness completely unlike her usual gentle demeanor, making her seem like a different person. Bellor glared at being contradicted by a mere "maid." He considered simply beating her to death, but to his surprise, it was Aisdale herself who stopped her. Despite being bound, her voice was filled with an undeniable resolve. "Elara, don't. It's fine with me. We cannot lose this last city on the border. We don't know when the Holy Army will leave here, and we cannot offend the army behind us." Elara gave Bellor a deep look. She knew the true nature of the saint she served and decided not to argue further with this infuriating person, turning away from the scene. Bellor threaded a rope from between Aisdale's breasts, down her chest, and then around her shoulders, extending to her back. A "V" shaped bra woven from rope was thus formed, outlining the shape of Aisdale's breasts through her thin clothing. The buttons on her chest seemed to be straining, as if they might burst open at any moment. The rope then went behind Aisdale, hooked onto the ropes binding her arms, looped around the other shoulder, and finally connected with the rope running beneath her chest. Aisdale felt a discomfort from the tightening. A slight struggle caused her full breasts to jiggle like water-filled balloons. The saint, who had just been so righteous, instantly flushed crimson. Bellor then wrapped another piece of rope around Aisdale's slender waist. As Aisdale wondered what he intended to do, Bellor, with extreme speed, threaded the rope between Aisdale's legs and yanked it upwards, connecting it directly to the tightly secured ropes behind her hands. "Ahhhhh!!! You bastard! Do you know what you're doing?! How dare you... humiliate me like this?!" The intense, foreign sensation shot through her like an electric current, reaching her brain from her spine. The poor saint involuntarily arched her slender waist, her toned abdominal muscles faintly visible even through her clothes. After a piercing scream, came an outburst of pure rage. "What are you doing?! You... Mmmph mmmph mmmph?!" Ignoring the saint, who was now trussed up like a piece of meat, Bellor seized the moment of her angry outburst to shove a piece of sound-dampening foam into Aisdale's mouth. Her indignant shouts instantly turned into faint whimpers, barely audible. Even Aisdale, a girl of such composure and gentleness, was now truly angered. Regardless of her saintly status, her identity was exceptionally noble. How dare they forcibly gag her like this?! This was not the end. Bellor then inserted a clearly prepared horse bit into Aisdale's cherry-red lips, clamping down between her pearly white teeth and forcibly prying her sensual, alluring lips into a wide "O" shape. Straps filled with humiliation covered the saint's pretty face. "Mmm... Mmmph mmmph! Mmmph mmmph!!!! Mmmph mmmph mmmph!!!!"

"Ugh!" Aisdale's forward momentum was so strong that she let out a soft cry of pain as she collided with the carriage, her body recoiling slightly from the impact. Normally, regaining her balance would be a simple matter of a slight sway, but for Aisdale at this moment, it was an impossible feat. She instinctively tried to spread her arms, but they felt as if they were glued to her body. She attempted to move her legs, but the moment she did, the rope around her crotch brutally chafed her tender flower valley. A jolt of pleasure, like an electric current, sent a wave of weakness through her legs, and Aisdale ultimately collapsed onto the floor. Belor watched the disheveled saintess and sneered triumphantly. "Your Grace, the Saintess. Oh, no, from now on, I should call you 'My Respected Whore.' I advise you to behave. In your current state, even if I let you go, where could you possibly run?" "Mmmph mmmph mmmph—" Aisdale's will was exceptionally strong, and she was not about to be swayed by such insults. Ignoring the swaggering man, she lay on her side, her long, slender legs kicking and thrashing, trying to stand up again. However, the air, filtered through the mask and sponge, made even this small movement leave Aisdale breathless. Her nose and parted lips beneath the mask instinctively sought every wisp of scarce air, involuntarily emitting a delicate, blood-pumping gasp. "Hmph! No need to rush. I have plenty more ways to 'entertain' you later!" Belor, seeing that Aisdale paid him no mind, felt a surge of anger. He stomped down hard on her abdomen. A sharp pain struck her, expelling the air she had just managed to draw into her body. Aisdale, on the ground, arched her back like a shrimp, emitting a muffled groan of distress. Belor showed no mercy. With a ferocious expression, he roughly grabbed the rope on Aisdale's back and yanked her up from the floor. Her silk-stockinged legs kicked and struggled against the ground, but it was futile. The prison carriage, large from the outside, was filled with various lewd and obscene instruments, leaving little room. In the center of the carriage stood a thick pillar. The lower part of the pillar extended outwards into two short rods, and at the top was a chain. Additionally, there were several grooves on one side. "Ugh!" Belor forcefully pressed Aisdale's shoulders, shoving her to her knees on the carriage floor. He then gripped her shoulders and forced her to kneel tightly against the pillar. Next, he placed two hard, short rods across Aisdale's most sensitive area. You bastard! The ropes are already tight enough, and you're going to bind me more?! "Mmmph mmmph mmmph—!!!!" As the new ropes came, Aisdale felt more bindings being secured around her. Her senses were correct; Belor produced new ropes and began to tie Aisdale to the pillar. Her breasts, abdomen, and groin were all secured to the pillar behind her. The grooves on the pillar held the ropes in place, preventing them from slipping. Aisdale was thus pressed upright against the pillar, unable to move. Next, Aisdale's shoes were removed. This time, no matter how hard she struggled, she could not resist. Aisdale felt her legs being folded, her calves pulled upwards, forming a position where her legs were clamped around the two short rods, her ankles pressed tightly against her thighs. Belor used ropes to secure her folded legs tightly, similar to how her arms were bound. Three sets of ropes, five coils per set, were used. Aisdale's beautiful legs, clad in white stockings, were thus bound into a shortened position. She could only rest on her knees, the hard floor quickly causing her pain, but she could only endure it. Belor used the excess rope to reinforce the binding of Aisdale's legs, ensuring she could only keep her legs folded around the rods. Finally, he used a thin rope to tie Aisdale's tender toes, wrapped in white silk, and pulled the other end to secure it to the very top of the pillar. This way, Aisdale could only keep her insteps taut, unable to even wiggle her feet. It hurts! "Mmmph mmmph mmmph! Mmmph mmmph mmmph!!" Aisdale's knees and toes ached, and after being bound for so long, her entire body was sore and uncomfortable. However, because her inner battle energy was only sealed, not extinguished, her body was continuously nourished by it, preventing necrosis. Aisdale didn't know how long she would have to maintain this position. The journey back to Saint Krum City at full speed would take about ten days. She dared not imagine being bound like this the entire time, wondering if she would have the energy to defend herself upon arrival. Just as Aisdale thought the restraints were over, she felt a pulling sensation from above her head. There was a ring on the hood, which Belor now pulled taut with the chain from the pillar and locked. Now, Aisdale couldn't even lower or turn her head. She could only maintain this rigid posture until they returned to Saint Krum City. Mmmph, this is so uncomfortable. It's too much to be tied this tightly. I can't even move my head? How long do I have to endure this? Someone, help! Loosen it! Aisdale's cries went unheard. All anyone could ever hear were her muffled moans. She would spend the next ten days in endless darkness and tight confinement. Just the thought filled Aisdale with despair. "Mmmph, mmmph mmmph... Mmmph mmmph mmmph!!!" With a thud, in a place Aisdale couldn't hear, Belor closed and locked the iron door of the prison carriage, leaving Aisdale kneeling alone in silence. The once lively and beautiful Aisdale had been transformed by Belor into a human doll that could not hear, see, speak, or move any part of her body. Her moans could not escape the carriage, and she couldn't even hear them herself. In the despairing darkness, the carriage jolted and began to move. Mmmph... How much longer? Someone, help me, loosen it. I won't escape, mmmph mmmph mmmph... "Heh heh. I never thought the Saintess, famous throughout the capital, would fall into my hands so easily. I suppose the stories sung by the bards were a bit exaggerated," Belor said, finally exhaling a long breath as he saw that Aisdale had been completely bound into a helpless piece of meat. The fear that had been lingering in his heart finally dissipated. "I was... afraid just now? Afraid of this brainless, big-breasted woman?!" Belor felt ashamed of his own relief, which was quickly followed by a surge of violent emotion. The order only said to bring her back alive. As for what state she was in, or if any parts were missing, it shouldn't matter, right? His cold gaze locked onto Aisdale's shapely, delicate body. He lunged forward, grabbing Aisdale's full breasts, which had swollen from the ropes, and began to lick and caress them. The rough actions stimulated Aisdale, causing her to writhe and twist. However, limited by the rope noose around her neck and the various bindings on her body, her struggles were minuscule. Only the constant undulation of her waist and the slight quivering of her nostrils spoke of her current unwillingness.