Tiwat's Tight Bondage Conditioning

The rectangular metal pens were not large, measuring about 1.5 square meters. They were approximately 1.5 meters long, 1 meter wide, and 1.5 meters high. There were no gaps between the adjacent pens in each row. Between each row of pens, there was a narrow path about half a meter wide. The farm was still quite empty, with no cows yet housed, but this was temporary. The farm was about to welcome its first batch of residents. Feng Chen walked slowly to the first row of pens and channeled his full magical power. Soon, iron cages appeared before Feng Chen. To his horror, each cage contained a young maiden, bound tightly from head to toe, struggling within. These maidens were bound in various strange positions, making escape impossible. Furthermore, because Feng Chen had fitted them with gags or mouth rings, they were even deprived of their right to speak. Sounds of pained and angry whimpers from the women mingled with the rattling of iron cages, the swallowing of saliva, and heavy panting. After all the cages were released, Feng Chen, facing the extremely angry gazes of the women, walked towards the foremost cage and unlocked it with a key. As the cage opened, the immobilized beauty within was pulled out by Feng Chen, gripping the rope behind her. This girl, struggling in mid-air like a chick in Feng Chen's hand, was none other than Furina, the Hydro Archon, who had been missing for nearly two months. The other maidens in the cages were those who had mysteriously disappeared from various countries. At this moment, Furina's arms were bound behind her back, her palms pressed together, tied in the "Kannon behind the back" pose. The ropes dug deeply into her arms. After being placed back on the ground by Feng Chen, Furina's delicate and cute nose emitted rapid snorts, and her heterochromatic eyes blazed with extreme anger. Her mouth, filled with a large gag, stretched her red lips into a wide "O" shape. The words she wanted to speak turned into low whimpers. Facing Furina, who writhed her body, attempting to loosen the ropes and escape his control, Feng Chen frowned slightly and chided, "What an active little calf. This won't do for your re-dressing. There are many more calves waiting to be penned." "Moo moo moo... Moo!" (I'm not a little calf, I'm the Hydro Archon! Let me go quickly!) Seeing Furina still struggling desperately, Feng Chen had no choice but to use his magic to immobilize her. He then untied the ropes binding her and began to re-dress her. Feng Chen first stripped Furina's clothes off, piece by piece, like peeling a bamboo shoot. As Feng Chen's movements quickened, soon not a single piece of clothing remained on Furina, revealing her completely naked form before Feng Chen's eyes. Her silky, long blue hair, dark eyebrows, and a pair of brilliant heterochromatic eyes shed tears of humiliation. Her delicate and cute nose was dusted with a thin layer of pink from shame. The fair, rosy cheeks of the exquisitely carved maiden were youthful and tender, her lips red and teeth white. Her slender neck was like a swan's. Her narrow shoulders were as white as jade, with delicate collarbones. Her slightly developed, petite breasts, adorned with two touches of crimson, were a gift from heaven. Though not grand, they possessed their own unique beauty. Her slender waist had a girlish softness. Her delicate arms were fair and rosy. Her long, slender fingers, accustomed to wearing gloves, were as tender as white scallions. Her full, fair thighs and long, well-proportioned calves were pleasing. Perhaps the only slight deficiency was that her legs were not quite as full-bodied. Feng Chen even removed Furina's shoes, socks, and the thigh rings at the top of her legs, revealing the girl's tender feet and glistening toes. "Sigh." Feng Chen stared at Furina's delicate body for a while, then let out a sigh of helplessness. "If only your chest were a little bigger, it would be perfect. You're over five hundred years old, how can your chest still be so small?"

Furina's clothes were forcibly stripped from her body, followed by a barrage of merciless taunts. Though seething with rage internally, her body was immobilized, leaving her utterly helpless. She could only fume in her mind, her heterochromatic eyes blazing with a desire to tear Furina apart. Furina, as if oblivious to the fiery gaze, casually took Furina's slender wrist. He produced a rope, wrapped it twice, tied a knot, and tightened it, binding her forearm tightly against her upper arm, folding them together. He then used the remaining length of the rope to wrap around several times, securing the knot. Ensuring it wouldn't loosen, Furina took the still-long rope and draped it over the loop formed between her forearm and upper arm. He wound it vertically several times, making the restraints on Furina even more secure. He then guided the excess rope downwards along her arm, creating three such loops. Furina's formerly long and slender arms were now bound into a tight, cohesive unit that she absolutely could not break free from on her own. After binding one arm, Furina grabbed Furina's other arm and bound it in the same manner. Once the upper body was secured, Furina laid Furina down on her back. Furina then slowly crouched down, grasping one delicate, pale ankle and pulling it towards her buttocks. With his other hand, he supported the back of her knee, gently lifting it upwards until Furina's exquisite, petite feet touched her pert buttocks. Her snow-white calves were pressed against her thighs. Only then did Furina turn, pull out a rope, tie it around Furina's ankles, loop it around the base of her thighs, and return to her ankles. After wrapping it three times, Furina tightened it forcefully until the rope dug deeply into her flesh, constricting Furina's pale leg flesh into two distinct sections before tying a knot. Following this, Furina proceeded to bind Furina's legs in a manner similar to her arms. The rope was threaded between her upper and lower legs, forming a loop, wound three times, and then the remaining rope was secured along Furina's leg. The sturdy rope climbed all the way to the base of her thighs, then continued upwards, stopping midway between her knees and thighs to repeat the previous steps. Finally, after tying a secure knot directly below her knees, Furina picked up Furina's other leg and bound it identically. Furina's legs were now bound as tightly as a zongzi, ensuring that without untying the ropes, Furina would be utterly incapable of standing on her own. Only then did Furina activate his magic, dispelling the immobilization spell cast upon Furina. The moment the spell was lifted, Furina felt the control over her body return. She sensed the constricting pressure of the restraints on her limbs, the distinct compression of her muscles, and the complete nudity of her body exposed before a strange man. An overwhelming sense of shame flooded her, her face flushing crimson. In that instant, she couldn't even muster the energy to cover her exposed [X_X]. Tears and enraged roars erupted simultaneously, a torrent of emotions – humiliation, terror, and fury – swirling within her. Her snow-white throat moved, her lips trembling, desperately trying to utter words. However, a gag filled her mouth, muffling her enraged protests into seductive moans. "Mmmph... mmmph mmmph... Ahhh!!!" (What do you want to do! Why have you bound me like this? What good will it do you to capture me? Untie me!) Furina shook her head repeatedly, her white and blue hair flying. Unwilling and humiliated sobs, interspersed with furious whimpers, echoed in Furina's ears. Beneath her long lashes, her mismatched eyes were filled with tears, her differently colored pupils contracting, a complex tapestry of emotions impossible to articulate. Furina's folded arms struggled incessantly, flailing in the air. Her forearms and upper arms exerted force simultaneously, muscles tensing in an attempt to widen the ropes and stretch out. Her two slender, pale legs writhed, trying to unfurl her calves pressed tightly against her thighs. Her arched ankles twisted, but her heels, pressed together against her thighs, refused to budge, no matter how hard Furina strained. Having completed the binding of the broodmare, Furina quietly observed Furina's desperate struggles, relishing the sight, a spectacle rarely witnessed by ordinary men. "What a spirited little heifer. I imagine if your people in Fontaine saw their Hydro Archon in this state, they'd be unable to resist coming to her aid."

The pen was small, less than two square meters in space, and only about 1.5 meters high. The iron gate was welded together from metal bars and could only be opened from the outside. Strangely, there was a square, round hole not far from the ground of the pen, its purpose unknown. Less than ten centimeters from the pen, on the ground, were two small pits of unknown function. Feng Chen opened the gate, but instead of immediately letting Furina crawl in, he squatted in front of her again and reached out his hand. Furina trembled with fear, her body shaking. She closed her eyes in terror, thinking Feng Chen was going to hit her again, and instinctively crawled back a step. The expected pain did not come. Furina's eyes fluttered open cautiously. She discovered that Feng Chen had merely placed his hand behind her head. With a click, Feng Chen released the buckle at the back of Furina's head. Furina immediately felt the straps on either side of the gag, which had been tightly constricting her cheeks, slowly loosen. The next second, Feng Chen grabbed the two straps and removed the ball gag from Furina's mouth. As the gag was removed, the large amount of saliva that had accumulated in her mouth could no longer be contained and flowed out in abundance. Furina wanted to speak, but her jaw was stiff from wearing the gag for so long and she was temporarily unable to close her mouth. Feng Chen didn't intend to give Furina a chance to speak. He took out another horse bit and forcefully shoved it into Furina's small mouth. He then wrapped the straps on either side of the bit around the back of her head and tied them securely. He then brought the remaining part of the strap, which was connected to the side straps, to Furina's flushed cheeks, tracing up along her nose and stopping at a ring on her forehead. From the other end of the ring, another strap extended, went over Furina's head, and returned to the buckle at the back of her head to be tightened. Furina's right to speak was once again stripped away. The metal ring clamped down on her teeth, preventing her upper and lower jaws from closing. Her soft, moist tongue seemed helpless, rubbing back and forth in her mouth. Three straps dug deeply into her youthful, tender cheeks and delicate nose. Even her eyes were only half-closed due to the passage of the straps. This prop, full of sadomasochistic implications, appeared on Furina's face, making her expression incredibly wanton. After fitting Furina with the bit, Feng Chen patted her perky, round buttocks. Feeling the soft touch of his palm against her delicate skin, Feng Chen smiled and said, "Alright, you can go in now. This will be your home from now on. Be good and stay inside." Furina looked at the small pen, clearly meant for livestock. Despite feeling immense humiliation, she could only laboriously lift her folded limbs and crawl inside with difficulty.

Fengchen looked down at Eula from above. The heroic and spirited girl was kneeling and prostrate at his feet, tears streaming down like a broken dam, mixed with a large amount of saliva dripping onto the ground, forming silver threads in the air. Her bright eyes were filled with pleading, fear, and terror. Even the moist, hot tongue in her mouth was trembling uncontrollably, making her look pitiful. Fengchen took in the scene with his eyes but had no intention of showing mercy. He kicked Eula in her flat, perfectly toned abdomen and said coldly, "I was going to whip you twenty times, but seeing your good attitude in admitting your mistake, I'll give you ten. You've already taken seven, so three more. Stick your ass out and take these three, and we'll call it even." Eula was kicked to the ground by Fengchen. Hearing that she still had to endure three more lashes, her vision went black, and she almost fainted. But if she didn't comply, the man before her would surely continue to beat her. Eula could only hold back her tears and struggle to get up. Then, she arched her buttocks high, waiting for the remaining three lashes. *Crack! Crack! Crack!* "Ahhhhhh—!!!" Fengchen delivered three merciless lashes, and Eula let out another pig-like scream. "This is a lesson for you. Next time, it won't be this simple. Crawl to the third pen yourself and wait for me to open the door for you." Still immersed in pain, Eula heard Fengchen's words and dared not delay. She crawled to the pen next to Shenli Linghua and waited. Fengchen, meanwhile, went to the fourth cage. After a series of actions, he brought out Shenhe from inside. Unlike Shenli Linghua and Eula, Shenhe's restraints in the cage were not as severe. It was a simple waist-to-arm bind combined with a shrimp bind, which caused much less physical torment. Therefore, after carrying her out, Fengchen first cast a immobilization spell before untying her ropes. Fengchen quickly untied all the ropes on Shenhe, but he did not remove her clothes. After all, what was most alluring about Auntie was this seemingly modest yet incredibly seductive one-piece outfit. Under Fengchen's skilled hands, the ropes tightly bound Shenhe's limbs. Before long, a Shenhe, belonging solely to Fengchen, appeared before his eyes like a submissive bitch. With her limbs folded and bound, Fengchen took out more rope and wound it around Shenhe's perky breasts, making her already magnificent bosom stand even taller. This was not all. He then used another rope to tie a loop around Shenhe's slender waist. Afterward, he threaded the end of the rope between her beautiful legs, up through the crevice between her buttocks, and back to the loop on her lower back. He then tightened it forcefully and secured it. The rope already had two knots pre-tied, which, when tightened, precisely entered Shenhe's pussy and asshole. Only after this did Fengchen release the immobilization spell on Shenhe. Suddenly subjected to such intense stimulation, Shenhe could no longer control herself. Her eyes became hazy, her body writhed involuntarily, and a long, seductive moan escaped from the depths of her throat. The rope between her legs, with Shenhe's movements, continuously rubbed against her tender flesh, subjecting her to even more intense sensations. "Mmmph~ Ughh~!" "Hiss~!" Seeing Shenhe in this state, even Fengchen almost lost control, nearly pulling out his cock and taking her right there. After a moment of calm, having settled his agitated emotions, Fengchen spoke, "Crawl over there yourself. Wait for me in the pen next to Eula."

"Hmph, you refuse the toast and insist on a penalty. You had your chance and couldn't seize it, so you'll reflect on it tonight." Feng Chen flipped and stood by the bed. With both hands, he grabbed the ropes binding Shen He's breasts and digging into her pussy, lifted her from the bed, and placed her on the floor. Then, he untied the ropes binding Shen He's limbs one by one. With the restraints loosened, Shen He's arms and beautiful legs finally had room to stretch. Her hands immediately went to the back of her head, trying to remove the gag that was propping her mouth open. But just as her fingers found the clasp, before she could open it, Feng Chen grabbed her arms. He then took out a rope and tied Shen He's slender arms behind her back, intending to put her in an extreme straight-arm bind. Having finally gotten an opportunity, Shen He wanted to struggle a bit more. However, Feng Chen slapped her on the ass, causing a wave to ripple through her buttocks. A burning pain surged through her body, and Shen He immediately dared not resist anymore, letting Feng Chen's rope wrap around her elbows. Her elbows were pressed tightly together, and the intense pain forced Shen He to pull her arms back, her proud breasts involuntarily [X_X]. "Mmmph~ Mmmwahh...... Mmmph!!!" The pain of her elbows being tied behind her back instantly made Shen He wail. But besides drooling more and letting out pained roars, she could do nothing else. "Already finding this unbearable? This is just the beginning. I believe tonight's punishment will make you remember." Feng Chen was still quite resentful of Shen He's disobedience and refusal to give him oral sex. After all, being interrupted at the peak of his arousal, it was normal to feel a bit more resentful. After mocking her, Feng Chen took out a rope, connected it to the one tightly wrapped around Shen He's wrists, and then pulled it upwards through a ring on the ceiling. As Shen He's arms were pulled up by the rope, her arms and shoulders were increasingly twisted backward. At first, Shen He could bear it. But when her shoulders and arms formed a right angle, her arms continued to rise, and the pain doubled. To alleviate the pain of her shoulders tearing apart, Shen He could only lower her body and bend forward, maintaining an angle between her shoulders and arms that she could tolerate. This meant Shen He had to arch her ass and maintain this humiliating posture. But how could Feng Chen let Shen He have her way? Since it was a punishment, he had to make her suffer to the point of agony, so much so that she would be terrified to recall it, thus making her remember. Feng Chen forcefully pulled the rope upwards, twisting Shen He's arms and shoulders to their limit. The intense pain made Shen He groan in agony, and she struggled to lift her head, looking at Feng Chen with pleading eyes, hoping he would let her off the hook. Feng Chen, however, turned a blind eye to this. He continued to tighten the rope, ensuring that the rope binding Shen He's arms wouldn't slip. Then, under Shen He's extremely humble and pleading gaze, he left the room. "Mmph?! Mmmph!! Mmmph mmmph!!!" Shen He watched Feng Chen leave with her own eyes, a great fear welling up inside her. She was terrified that Feng Chen would leave completely. Her eyes were filled with terror, and her small mouth, full of drool, let out a shrill and sharp scream. Her head, almost touching the ground from bending over, shook frantically, hoping to attract Feng Chen's attention. A moment later, Feng Chen returned, holding some strange tools in his hands. In just this short while, Shen He already regretted it. The intense pain in her arms and shoulders constantly stimulated her nerves. Even her bent waist was incredibly uncomfortable, and her entire body ached and felt weak, with no comfortable spot.

Her not-so-magnificent breasts jiggled like jelly with Kamizato Ayaka's movements, her slender, graceful waist swaying non-stop, her perky little ass also shaking incessantly, her full buttocks quivering wildly. If one hadn't seen it with their own eyes, it would be hard for outsiders to imagine that the pure, elegant, beautiful, and dignified White Heron Princess of Inazuma would engage in such an obscenely degenerate and lowly act, as if she were truly a dog. If there were even the slightest possibility, Kamizato Ayaka would never have done this, but she had been tormented too terribly. The scenes of being confined in an iron cage flashed before her eyes: hanging in the cage, on tiptoe, her entire weight pressing down on the tip of one foot, the rope knot deeply embedded in her cunt, the rope digging into her flesh, every second an agonizing torment, despair constantly shrouding her heart, she was truly too afraid. It was a pity that Ayaka's drastically contrasting, slutty bitch appearance could only be witnessed by Feng Chen and his female slaves. Although Ayaka, as a human, was bound like a bitch and forced to stagger and learn to walk on all fours like a puppy, the distance was not far, and she crawled to Feng Chen's side in just a few steps. What Feng Chen didn't expect was that after crawling to his feet, Ayaka actually nuzzled his leg with her delicate head in a fawning manner, just like a pet dog, and then quietly knelt at his feet. Her arms were placed in front of her chest, and her two tender, fair breasts were tightly bound in a crisscross pattern with ropes, dividing her smooth, tender flesh into four parts. Her bright red nipples were at the center of the cross, also squeezed by the overlapping ropes, making them appear even more erect and alluring. Her teeth clenched the gag, and she looked up, her eyes filled with pleading, at Feng Chen. Although Kamizato Ayaka's cherry-like small mouth was filled with a gag, rendering her unable to speak or communicate, Feng Chen understood the meaning conveyed by her gaze, "Master, I've been good, please don't punish me!" Ayaka's obedient, docile, and compliant behavior pleased Feng Chen. He immediately reached out and stroked her head, just like grooming a dog, and said: "Ayaka is a good girl! A master likes a good dog, don't worry, Master will treat Ayaka well in the future, and make Ayaka Master's good dog!" The other female slaves confined in the pens saw Ayaka's appearance and did not scorn her actions, but a touch of sadness involuntarily arose in their hearts. After all, when they were locked in the iron cage, they could also see the conditions of others. Ayaka's body trembling madly and her desperate roars at that time were all clearly known to these female slaves. Ayaka was truly in unimaginable pain, her pride had long been shattered in repeated breakdowns, and she could never return to her former self, which was why she was so humble now. The tragedy was that they couldn't even decide how they would be treated; everything about them was in this man's hands, and even death was a desire. They could only hope that someone would rescue them from this hellish dungeon.

And so, Kamisato Ayaka's limbs were quickly folded and bound together with ropes by Feng Chen, making it impossible for her to straighten them on her own. She looked like a small dog, able to move only by propping herself up on her knees and elbows and crawling forward on her four shortened limbs. The ropes dug deeply into Kamisato Ayaka's tender white flesh, constricting her limbs segment by segment into shapes resembling lotus root sections. While not excruciatingly painful, the position was intensely humiliating. This was not the end. Feng Chen turned and left the room again, returning shortly with a pile of leather items. Feng Chen tossed the items beside Kamisato Ayaka, then leaned down and looked at the head of the Yashiro Commission, bound into the shape of a canine, with a wicked grin. The usually pure maiden lay helplessly on the bed, tightly bound by ropes like a real dog. Her small body was curled up, her fair cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, making her look incredibly alluring. Feng Chen felt an urge to pounce on her and ravage Kamisato Ayaka right then and there. "Little egret, master will dress you up nicely, and then we can begin. All you need to do is enjoy yourself from now on." With that, Feng Chen picked up one of the leather items he had just tossed beside Kamisato Ayaka, grabbed her folded left arm, and began to slide it on. He pulled the black single sleeve up to the highest point, stopping at Kamisato Ayaka's wrist. After the sleeve completely encased her fair arm, Feng Chen fumbled with the adjustable straps on the sleeve, tightening them bit by bit with great force before locking them. There were three such straps on the sleeve, located at the wrist, the middle of the arm, and above the elbow. After Feng Chen tightened and locked each one, Kamisato Ayaka's folded and bound arm looked as if it were a single unit. Next, Feng Chen encased Kamisato Ayaka's other arm and both of her beautiful legs in similar sleeves. Finally, he took out a red gag and said to Kamisato Ayaka, "Ayaka, open your mouth and put this gag in." Kamisato Ayaka resisted slightly, looking up at Feng Chen with pitiful eyes and pleading, "Mas... Master, can I not wear this? It's so uncomfortable with this gag, and I can't even speak!" "No, you must wear the gag. A great beauty like you wearing this has a unique kind of allure! Just bear with it for a moment, I'll take it out later. It won't be for too long." "Come on, be good, open your mouth!" Kamisato Ayaka had no choice but to comply, opening her small mouth as wide as she could, revealing her moist, red tongue. Feng Chen then proceeded to stuff the gag into Kamisato Ayaka's mouth. The process was not smooth, as the gag he had brought was quite large. After a considerable effort, and amidst Kamisato Ayaka's pained cries, he managed to force it in. Although the gag was not yet secured, its size had firmly lodged it in Kamisato Ayaka's mouth. Without external help, she could not possibly push it out. This caused Kamisato Ayaka to emit low, pained moans, "Mmmph... Mmmph!!" "Mas... Master, this gag is too big, my mouth hurts so much!" "Good girl, just bear with it for a little longer!" Feng Chen patted her back gently as he heard her moans, comforting her while he grabbed the straps on either side of the gag and tied them securely behind Kamisato Ayaka's head, only stopping when the straps dug deeply into her fair, rounded cheeks. After finishing, Feng Chen lightly patted Kamisato Ayaka's perky buttocks and then said, "Ayaka, turn around, and prop yourself up on your limbs!"