Bundle of the Golden Girls of the Jianghu

Dynasty Name: Xuanji Dynasty The Xuanji Dynasty, situated upon a fertile continent, possessed an advantageous geographical location and abundant natural resources. Since ancient times, the Xuanji Dynasty had upheld a philosophy of governance that was open and inclusive, actively engaging in exchange and trade with neighboring and distant nations. This open attitude not only fostered the dynasty's economic prosperity but also led to significant advancements in its culture and technology. One particular Western nation was renowned worldwide for its unique textile technology and fashion aesthetics. Through foreign trade, the Xuanji Dynasty acquired a miraculous material known as "Cloud Silk." This material was as light and thin as a cicada's wing, yet incredibly strong and durable, boasting vibrant colors that never faded. After countless trials, people finally managed to weave this Cloud Silk into stockings, which became an essential fashion item for the women of the dynasty.

Today is Song Shiyao's coming-of-age birthday. According to tradition, as a chosen female slave, the moment she comes of age, she must enter a state of readiness for marriage, to adapt to her future life in advance. According to the traditions of the previous dynasty, from childhood, Song Shiyao was not only required to learn household management, accounting, needlework, calligraphy, and painting, but also to be disciplined at all times. From the small, constant wearing of restraints made of rope or leather, to the wooden [X_X] that was updated every six months according to the future master's [X_X] size, Song Shiyao was already accustomed to it. Last night at midnight, with the help of a servant, Song Shiyao's jade hands were wrapped into balls with special tape and cloth covers behind her back. Her jade feet were fitted with anklets that she would wear for life, and were tightly bound together with hemp rope, with a knot every foot. From her lower body came the tight, restrictive sensation of the chastity belt digging in, even the crotch ropes already embedded in her honey hole and rear were being squeezed deeper. The chastity belt was locked with its own special lock, completely sealing off the sensitive points of Song Shiyao's lower body. Song Shiyao was not allowed to speak, listen, or open her eyes when she went to bed. So her mouth was stuffed with thick gauze, her face slightly deformed from the stuffing, and a white veil was placed over her mouth and nose, its purpose to constantly remind the female slave of her future fidelity to her master. Her ears were fitted with two latex earplugs, isolating Song Shiyao from external auditory information. Her eyes were covered by a four-finger-wide strip of pure black cloth. The cloth was not like light gauze; it was thick and large, completely blocking any light from passing through. The moment the Western clock in the room struck eight, a wooden cuckoo bird emerged from a small door that opened precisely on the hour, shaking its head and making cuckoo sounds in the dark room. At this moment, the bedroom door was also gently opened, and the thick curtain was lifted by a young girl with her hair styled as a maid. Behind her followed two or three servants, carrying the cleaning tools needed for the morning's female slave. Her name was Qinghan. She had learned from her mother how to "serve" female slaves since childhood. After coming of age, she came to the Song mansion to work, specifically serving the eldest young lady, Song Shiyao. She approached Song Shiyao's bed holding a bronze handbell and gently rang it three times near Song Shiyao's ear. Satisfied with the lack of any reaction, she nodded and turned to signal a servant to bring over a collar woven from rope. Then she had another servant gently lift the eldest young lady's head, and of course, put it on. She confirmed that the rope loop was as tight as possible while still allowing the young lady to breathe, and held the remaining meter and a half of rope firmly in her hand. This step was called "circling the rope," and it was something every female slave had to wear on the day she came of age. The structure of the knots was designed for easier adjustment of tightness to prevent accidents, and also to better regulate the slave's breathing, keeping her in a state of slight [X_X] at all times. On the wedding day, during the bridal chamber night, the old rope collar would be removed by the master and replaced. Most of the time, it would be replaced with an iron collar and chain that could never be removed, but some masters would opt for other materials, changing them frequently for aesthetics and health. Qinghan gave a gentle tug and, as expected, heard a soft groan from the young girl. She then tied the other end to a hook hanging from the bed frame. This bed was custom-made for female slaves; the more intricate the mechanisms and settings, the more it reflected the host's nobility.

Though it was daytime, the interior of this room was like a different world from the outside. Not a single ray of light penetrated from outside, yet the inside was brightly lit. With Granny Wei's help, Song Shiyao removed the hood and the sack. She felt a touch of disorientation. Everything that met her eyes were torture devices, but they were clean on the surface, clearly newly made. Granny Wei pushed a half-height wooden stocks, resembling a Western guillotine, in front of Song Shiyao. The difference was that there was no blade at the top of these stocks. Song Shiyao looked at the three empty slots on the frame, corresponding to her head and two hands. Granny Wei, her face still creased with a smile, removed the restraints from Song Shiyao's upper body, including the dildo from her mouth. Then she unlocked the stocks, and Song Shiyao, understanding, obediently leaned forward. As the sound of the lock clicking shut echoed, Song Shiyao found herself like a lamb to the slaughter, unable to move her head or hands, and her lower body felt completely exposed. She could only be helplessly spread open by the leg spreader, her rear end completely revealed. "Young lady, you haven't had breakfast yet, have you? Our first lesson is to learn to lick like a dog." Saying this, Granny Wei placed a bowl of milk, which she had prepared, on a wooden stool about the same height as the stocks, indicating that Song Shiyao could only use her tongue to lick. Song Shiyao was stunned for a moment, then asked softly, "Do I have to learn this?" Granny Wei's steps didn't falter as she walked behind Song Shiyao. "Yes, this is a very important skill for pleasing your husband in the future. You need to learn to use your little tongue flexibly." Only when Song Shiyao obediently began to try, and the sound of her tongue sliding against liquid could be heard, did Granny Wei use a prepared tool to open Song Shiyao's rear, and then insert a not-too-thick cassava root. "Ah..."

After listening, Song Shiyao became even more obedient and cooperated with Qinghan to take the specially made pill. This pill was developed by the previous dynasty specifically for masters and slaves, with magical effects that could quickly restore physical strength and heal wounds. It could even serve as a substitute for food to stay full, essential for maintaining one's figure; however, it also had a slight aphrodisiac effect. In short, it was a good thing. Qinghan nodded, took out Song Shiyao's sleep restraints from the cabinet, and had Song Shiyao put them on. The sleeves had no openings, and were fastened in front of Song Shiyao with leather straps, forcing her arms into a抱胸 (hugging chest) position. Following the established procedure, Song Shiyao's [X_X] and legs were bound, and finally, Song Shiyao's leash was tied to the head of the bed. Qinghan pressed a hidden button on the bed, and a highly elastic dildo made of latex emerged from the center of the bed, two-thirds of the way up. With the help of a servant, Song Shiyao sat on it. Song Shiyao shifted her body, trying to fully and snugly take the dildo inside her. Then, she obediently allowed Qinghan to blindfold her and plug her ears, and lay down with the same dildo gag from yesterday. Qinghan pressed another small mechanism, and six locking rings sprang out from around the bed, corresponding to the clasps on Song Shiyao's shoulders, the rings on her legs, and the two rings on her slender waist. Finally, combined with the leash around her neck, true sleep control was achieved. After Qinghan and the servant completed all the steps, they drew all the curtains for Song Shiyao and locked the boudoir. She still had preparations to make for the young lady's outing that afternoon. Since the first matriarch of the previous dynasty was demoted to a female slave, the training of female slaves had become extremely difficult and rigorous. Among other things, freedom such as leaving the house and going out on the street like an ordinary person was even more restricted. After all, if they went out too often and saw too much, their minds would become too active, which would be counterproductive. Therefore, generally speaking, going out once a year was already extremely lenient. For someone like Song Shiyao, going out once every five or six years was the norm. The stricter the control, the more it reflected the family's strict traditions. However, it seemed that sometimes exceptions always occurred...

But it seemed the more Song Shiyao resisted, the tighter her rear clenched, making the police chief gaze at her with even more greed. "Heh, a true slave... I bet you'd be unable to resist temptation and seduce others once you become someone's property." After nudging Song Shiyao a few times with his arm, the police chief withdrew his hand, slick with rectal fluids. He wiped it dry and wrote in Song Shiyao's case file, "Anus -- Superior." Then, he unzipped the two zippers on Song Shiyao's chest. Her two small nipples, long rubbed by the latex suit, immediately popped out, revealing a healthy rosy hue. The police chief teased them lightly with a feather, and the two small nipples quickly became erect, red and beautiful. Thus, the police chief wrote, "Nipples -- Superior." Finally, he took a nose hook from the table, hooked the two ends into Song Shiyao's nostrils, and pulled. Instantly, Song Shiyao's exquisite face contorted, and her mouth involuntarily gaped open. The police chief callously continued to humiliate Song Shiyao's appearance with the nose hook. One hand reached into Song Shiyao's mouth, his fingers meticulously caressing every part of her pearly white teeth. He also pulled out Song Shiyao's tongue, examining it piece by piece. "Mouth -- Superior." With these words, Song Shiyao's physical examination concluded. The police chief unstrapped Song Shiyao from the gynecological examination chair, gestured for her to kneel on the ground, then took Song Shiyao's leash. Holding a wooden chest in one hand and the leash in the other, he led Song Shiyao out of the detention cell like a dog. "Come, criminal Song Shiyao, on your first day in prison, we'll start with a bath..." he said with a sinister smile. A bath? Hearing this, Song Shiyao felt a surge of joy. She had been transported in that prison van for three days. She hadn't taken off this latex suit at all, only being rinsed by the rain. Her body was already incredibly greasy. From a young age, she had been taught that female slaves should maintain bodily cleanliness, both in their mouths and their rectums, to be more convenient for their masters' pleasure. Mainly, when the master desired, the female slave should immediately offer her nipples... Before long, Song Shiyao was led to a pond... The pond was about forty square meters, not large. The movement of the water indicated it was a living body of water, with schools of small fish, about thumb-thick, swimming below. Green aquatic plants swayed with the ripples. But Song Shiyao's gaze was fixed on the pulley system set up in the center of the small pond, with chains hanging down, connected to an upper and lower wooden yoke. It was clear that someone was meant to be locked within it... Song Shiyao looked at the police chief in panic, hoping this so-called bath wasn't what she imagined.

Suddenly, the Superintendent's cold voice cut through the air, yanking Song Shiyao back to reality. *I... I've made a mistake again. I promised Shihan I'd be a good girl...* Song Shiyao began to cry uncontrollably, though in the pool, it was impossible to distinguish her tears from the water. After about fifteen minutes, the well-fed fish finally began to swim away. Song Shiyao was then pulled out of the pool. The Superintendent opened the case, took out a towel, and roughly dried Song Shiyao. He then produced a strange set of restraints and ordered her to lie on the ground like a dog, exposing her pale belly. He first unfastened the restraints, and only then did Song Shiyao realize they were made of latex. It was a pair of fingerless, long gloves with straps, no individual finger openings. He proceeded to put them on Song Shiyao's hands and feet, then bent her elbows and arms, and her knees and thighs, locking them with the straps. Next, he used two more straps. One connected her palms behind her head, suspending her arms. Her legs were then straightened and suspended, like a ballet dancer's pose. This left Song Shiyao only able to crawl on her elbows and knees. Finally, he retrieved a muzzle from the case, resembling a dog's bit. He placed it directly across Song Shiyao's mouth, preventing her from closing it, forcing her to drool. "Your punishment begins now... From now on in this prison, you will be a slut dog who only knows heat..." He tugged on Song Shiyao's leash, forcing her to walk on all fours, truly like a dog. As they approached the prisoner's quarters, Song Shiyao heard crude male voices all around her, calling her a bitch, a slut dog. Song Shiyao's cell was at the very end of the block. As the door opened, she saw a small, empty cell of only ten square meters. The only piece of furniture seemed to be a single bed in the corner. The Superintendent opened the case again and took out a food bowl. He opened a can of milk and poured it in. "You won't be going to the mess hall today. Eat this." With that, he turned and locked the iron door... Song Shiyao stared blankly for a moment, then her stomach rumbled with hunger. She turned and crawled towards the food bowl. Mimicking what Granny Wei had taught her on her birthday, she stretched her tongue through the muzzle to lap up the milk... It was so tiring... Song Shiyao's eyelids felt heavy. She struggled to prop herself up on her knees and crawled onto the already low bed, curling up and falling asleep until... In the middle of the night, she was woken by barking. The punishment was about to begin... Deep into the night, the quiet of the prison block was shattered by barking. The awakened inmates angrily began banging on their cell doors, creating a rhythmic thudding interspersed with curses. But their protests were quickly suppressed by the Superintendent's baton. They fearfully discovered that the lead dog handler was holding four German Shepherds, about half their height, on leashes. They barked, straining excitedly against their restraints. Some even lunged towards the inmates, their sharp teeth bared and dripping with saliva... Fortunately, the handler held them back sternly, dragging them towards Song Shiyao's cell. As the Superintendent opened the door, he was met with Song Shiyao's bewildered gaze.