Gundam SEED: Tightly Bound Songstress

"What, speechless now? Just as I thought, a cheap imposter. A slap to the face shut you up, didn't it?" "Mmmph..." Lacus bit down hard on her silver teeth, resisting the stimulating friction of ropes against the honeyed slit beneath her skirt. It wasn't that she didn't want to explain or fight back; she knew that facing these bewitched ZAFT soldiers, who already believed her to be an imposter, offered no chance for explanation. Anything more she said would only lead to further humiliation. The fake was treated as real, while the real was mistaken for the fake and subjected to the soldiers' abuse. Besides the torment of the ropes binding her, Lacus felt only helplessness and despair. "Next, we have your slutty white stockings. Who gave you the audacity to imitate Miss Lacus's attire!" "Miss Lacus's skirt is too much of a hindrance. To bind your slutty legs as tightly as possible, it seems we'll have to 'streamline' your skirt." Samuel glanced at Lacus's beautiful, white-stockinged legs, peeking out shyly from beneath the purple hem. The voluminous skirt had already been bunched up by the ropes around her hips. Without further ado, he grabbed the hem of Lacus's purple pleated skirt and tore it. With a few "Riiip~ Riiip~" sounds, he ripped the skirt completely off, reducing it to a near-thigh-high mini-skirt before stopping. "M-Mmph?! You, you?! How, how shameless! Stop it!" Lacus was overwhelmed by shame and embarrassment, unable to face anyone. But bound as she was, and fearing for the children's safety, she dared not even shout, let alone resist meaningfully. She could only watch as pieces of her skirt were torn and discarded, until her long, slender, alluring, and perfectly straight legs, encased in white stockings, were fully exposed to the air. "No, don't do this..." Faced with their leering gazes, the pitiable Lacus could only futilely and shamefully press her alluring legs, clad in white stockings, together, desperately trying to pull them back. The skirt, now a thigh-high mini, couldn't even conceal her pure white lace panties, revealing her snow-white, smooth, perky ass for all to see. The purple mini-skirt and the lace stocking tops on her thighs formed a

"Mmmph?! You, you dare?! No, don't?!" Seeing the remote control devices, filled with lewd contraptions, jammed between her bound thighs, Lux instinctively sensed something was wrong. But in her current predicament, she could only accept whatever was coming, utterly incapable of resistance. "We can begin now. Please, Miss Lux, try to keep your volume down. We wouldn't want to disturb the children's rest~" Samuel chuckled and nodded, then swept his large hand across Lux's tightly clenched white-stockinged thighs, turning each remote control to its maximum setting. "Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz~ Zzzzzzzzzzzzz~!!!" Without a doubt, in the next instant, the vibrators invading Lux's pussy and asshole simultaneously activated with a frenzied, deadly tremor, interspersed with bursts of low to moderate bio-electricity. "Guh-huh-er??! Ugh-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyy?!!" The intense vibration brought waves of overwhelmingly fatal pleasure, along with endless tingling from the electrical stimulation. In that instant, Lux's entire body trembled and quivered uncontrollably, her neck arching back as she let out a desperate cry. Despite gritting her teeth and trying her utmost to suppress her voice, the pleasure that surged through her like a tide was utterly beyond her control, as if every inch of her skin was being washed by waves of ecstasy. "Mmm-wooooh?!! Hngh-wooo~ Mmm-nnn-nnn-nnn-nnn?!?" Heavens, heavens above?! This, this shameless feeling is?! No! I can't! Hold, hold it in! No, I mustn't make a sound and wake the children~! Otherwise, they'll be in danger! But, but~ my body, my body is out of control?! I can't, I can't hold it in anymore-ahhhhhh?!!" After more than ten seconds, Lux's alluring eyes involuntarily rolled back, and her delicate body, leaning against the wall for support, began to twitch uncontrollably. Lux, who had never known intimacy and had always maintained her purity, never even resorting to masturbation, how could she possibly endure this situation? "Huu-er?! Gu-oooooooh-oooooh-oooooh-oooooh-oooooh!!!" No?! Help me?! It, it's electrocuting me... No?! I can't! Something, something is about to happen?! Soon, with Lux's rising and falling moans, her fair and tender skin flushed with a sickly crimson, a clear sign of extreme arousal. Then, her bound body began to convulse violently and uncontrollably. The endless pleasure quickly drained Lux of all her strength, and her tightly bound white-stockinged legs suddenly went limp, unable to support her body's weight any longer. Her entire frame leaned forward, collapsing into a squat. However, the ropes binding her knees too tightly prevented her from fully squatting, forcing her into a half-crouch with her waist bent and legs curled, her tender, perky ass unintentionally arching high behind her in an extremely shameful pose. She swayed back and forth in place, her beautiful body too overwhelmed by pleasure to move, spasming helplessly. "Pfft~ Puh~ Splash~" A torrent of crystal-clear nectar poured down Lux's forced-together, white-stockinged legs like a bursting dam, instantly soaking through the thin white stockings and pooling on the ground beneath her heels, forming a steaming puddle of lewd liquid. "Hngh-er~ Hu-oooooooh-oooooh-oooooh!!!" Help me?! I'm, I'm peeing-ahhhhhh!!! Then, another series of uncontrollable, high-pitched moans erupted from Lux as a large amount of pale yellow, mysterious liquid sprayed from her pussy. The endless pleasure had drained Lux of all her strength, and her bound body could no longer support itself. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the puddle of her own juices and fluids. Even so, the intense climax did not stop. Lux's neck, as delicate as a swan's, arched back, her beautiful eyes completely rolling back uncontrollably. Her pearly white teeth were still clenched tightly, futilely trying to stifle the high-pitched moans escaping her lips, but the liquid continued to stream from beneath her skirt. She was on the verge of ecstasy yet desperately suppressing it, a tragic and beautiful scene of a maiden in distress. "Truly, quite... intense~" Including Samuel, even the Zaft soldiers were stunned by the scene. It wasn't out of pity for this imposter, but because she bore such a striking resemblance to the noble PLANT diva they served. The soldiers projected the current erotic scene onto that diva, and each felt a sense of shame and self-disgust, as if they had defiled something beautiful in their hearts.

"Ugh?! Hmmm~" As the flight case was opened, Lux, who had been severely restrained and immobilized for a long time, finally caught a glimpse of light. For a moment, she could only gasp for fresh air, her chest, once symmetrically beautiful, now swollen and rounded by the ropes, heaving violently. Her bound body, as if drained of all strength, slumped in the flight case, unable to move for a long time. "Hiss~ Oh?!" Lux's tender pink lips were roughly forced open by a large, hollow gag, leaving her only capable of emitting shameful and embarrassing moans. On her exquisite and flawless face, a few tears, not yet dried, clung to her long eyelashes. Her eyes, as they darted around, were filled with sorrow and helplessness. The harsh glare of the indoor lights made Lux squint her beautiful eyes, as if she had been confined in darkness for too long and couldn't adapt. Crystal-clear sweat trickled down Lux's delicate neck, sliding onto her heaving, soft breasts, revealing a seductive and alluring spring scene everywhere. In fact, in the stuffy environment of the flight case, her thin dress was already completely soaked with sweat, rendering it a hazy, semi-transparent state. Her sensitive areas, which she longed to conceal, were completely exposed. Especially the tips of Lux's perky, jade-like breasts, which were slightly erect, pushing against the semi-transparent fabric of her dress, revealing tender pink buds that made one's hand itch to grasp them, or even to take them into one's mouth and suck them fiercely. Similarly, dense ropes were tightly wrapped around Lux's slender, delicate body, leaving marks of debauchery on her skin. Her slender arms, encased in white velvet gloves, were bound above her head by the ropes, her delicate wrists twisted and tied behind her neck. Further down, her elbows and forearms were pressed together and bound. The severe restraint made even unimpeded breathing a luxury for Lux, forcing her to remain in a strict hogtie position, head held high, chest pushed forward, maximally displaying her breasts, which were swollen and rounded by the ropes. Even when lying on her side in the case, she had no choice but to maintain this posture. Her nipples, erect from the excessive stimulation, were completely exposed. The harder she breathed, the more her breasts would rise and fall shamefully. "Ugh?! Mmm~!" So, so uncomfortable! My waist, it's going to break! Under such restraint, Lux could barely bend her waist when she was pulled up. Any slight movement would cause the interconnected ropes binding her entire body to tighten, making her gasp for breath. Not to mention her waist, which was cinched to an impossibly small size under the ropes, Lux's thighs and rear, hidden beneath her torn-up, thigh-high skirt, were bound by two thick, long, and extremely tight ropes. The lines of her secret garden were thus clearly exposed. As the ropes dug in, her pair of fair, smooth buttocks involuntarily arched, and her white lace panties, almost squeezed into a thong, could not hide the fact that drops of hot, mysterious liquid occasionally slid down from between her legs and over her翘臀, finally dripping onto Lux's long, slender legs, bound by ropes and forced together, turning into trails of debauched watermarks. At this moment, these delicate, white-silk legs, seemingly fused into one by the ropes, trembled uncontrollably under the severe restraint and tension, completely devoid of the strength to support her body's weight. Even the slightest movement brought endless tightness and soreness. "Hmph?! Huh oh?!" Who? Who is it?! Ah? My knees?! They're numb~ So painful?! A pair of equally delicate hands directly pulled Lux out of the flight case, forcing her bound body to kneel within it. But as soon as her knees touched the ground, her body trembled and toppled to one side. Lux involuntarily let out a pained moan. The prolonged rope binding and the immobility enforced by the metal rings inside the flight case had made her bones feel as if they were falling apart, and her entire body was filled with intense soreness. This left Lux's entire body feeling numb and weak, lacking even the strength to kneel. The owner of those hands could only change their approach, holding Lux's bound upper body against the side of the flight case, while curling up her legs, which were densely bound by ropes, against her body. Only then could her body be made to sit up. "Hmph ugh ugh?!" You! Who are you?! So, so painful~ Please, please let me go!!! Crystal-clear sweat dripped down from her pink hair. Even in this slightly more comfortable sitting position, Lux could only feel endless numbness and soreness throughout her body. She leaned with effort against the inner wall of the flight case and, for the first time, looked up at the person who had released her. In an instant, she froze. The person before her was another herself??? "I am Mia Campbell." Mia smiled as she looked at the distressed Lux Klein, her eyes revealing a mixture of schadenfreude and complex emotions. At this moment, Lux was drenched in sweat, her delicate body squeezed and contorted by the ropes, both lewd and incredibly sexy. She was like a fallen phoenix, utterly helpless and pitiful, with no trace of the elegance and composure she displayed on screen or during her speeches in wartime. Of course, this was the scene Mia most enjoyed witnessing. She first pointed to herself, introducing herself briefly, then reached out and gently slapped Lux's exquisite cheek, her lips softly uttering a single sentence.

"You! All of you! How could you treat me like this! I, I am Lacus Clyne! Huh?!" Lacus had been pampered and cherished her entire life, by her father, by Aslan, and by Kira. No one had ever treated her this way. Overwhelmed by shame and rage, she couldn't contain herself. But before she could finish speaking, Samuel, standing opposite her, grabbed her wrist. Then, both her slender arms, encased in white velvet elbow-length gloves, were forcefully pulled behind her back. "You shameless imposter, have you gotten addicted to acting?!" Samuel tightly gripped Lacus's wrists, forcing them together. He then began to wrap dense ropes around her wrists. Within a few breaths, six or seven loops of rope encircled the tender wrists of Lacus, covered in white velvet gloves. He continued to thread the rope through the gap between her bound wrists and tightened it, ensuring the ropes bound her wrists like handcuffs. "Ngh?! It hurts?! Wh-what are you talking about! I, I'm not an imposter!" The delicate Lacus had never been treated so roughly. She cried out in pain, but what surprised her even more were his words. "Hiss, nngh~ No, don't?! I, I can't breathe?!" But Lacus's rising confusion was interrupted by the ache in her arms. Samuel, behind her, had grabbed her bound wrists, crossed behind her back, and was forcefully hoisting her upwards. Inch by inch, he pulled her towards the nape of her neck, then began to use the rope to secure her bound wrists to her slender neck. The cold rope even left red marks on her fair skin, but he didn't stop until her wrists were completely fixed at the back of her neck, constricting her so much that she could barely breathe. "Heh, a fake will never admit it's fake. Do you really think we'd believe anything an imposter in enemy territory like you says!" Samuel gently stroked Lacus's hands, which were covered in smooth silk gloves and clenched into fists in pain from the excessive tightness of the ropes binding her wrists behind her neck. He then grabbed her struggling arms and squeezed them forcefully, pressing her forearms and elbows together behind her back until they formed an extreme yet beautiful "back-high-hand" pose. Only then did he stop and continue to bind her forearms and elbows with dense ropes, forming tight and sturdy loops that completely bound her arms to her back, integrating them into a single unit. "Ngh?! It hurts?! No?! Hngh?!" All Lacus could feel was an intense ache, as if the bones in her arms were about to be crushed and deformed by the ropes. It was fortunate that she had practiced dance since childhood, giving her body sufficient flexibility. Otherwise, in this extreme "back-high-hand" position, an ordinary woman might have had her arms broken. The tension and restraint in her arms behind her back caused her upper body to instinctively lean forward, her perfectly rounded breasts involuntarily pushing forward. She couldn't even bend over to cover herself, a situation that was both shameful and painful. "Ngh-hm~ Wh-who are you working for? Hiss-er?! Speak clearly! What do you mean, imposter!" Despite this, Lacus, in her state of extreme pain and shame, still didn't give up trying to understand the situation, hoping to find a loophole in their words and an opportunity to escape. "An imposter is what you, you slut, are!" Samuel gave her no chance. The next second, he grabbed a white rope and tightly勒 into Lacus's firm, perky breasts. The ropes were divided into upper and lower sets, wrapping around the base of her soft breasts. Then, with a pull, they dug in inch by inch, constricting her developing breasts until they were almost bursting out of her clothes. Samuel continued to thread the rope into the incredibly deep cleavage that had been formed, then tied it to the horizontal ropes and tightened them vertically. The ropes formed an "∞" shape, completely squeezing and tightening her symmetrical breasts, making them swell like two balloons with their ends tied. Only then did he connect the ropes binding her chest to the ropes binding her arms, tightly wrapping them around her shoulders and upper arms, completely integrating Lacus's upper body. If she dared to struggle, it would be a chain reaction, bringing not only the pain of suffocation but also affecting her firm breasts.

"Click~ click~" With the rapid footsteps of high heels, Mia, smiling, lifted her skirt and ran to Lux, who was restrained by the bedside. She twirled around in front of the other woman as if showing off, then asked, "Lady Lux~ How is it? We're dressed almost identically. Do I look sexier than you in this?" "Mmm..." Lux, with a gag in her mouth, glanced over, then turned her head away expressionlessly, offering no response. The roots of her ears, however, began to turn red. This was hardly the formal attire she usually wore! A perfectly good one-piece dress had been altered to be incredibly revealing, and with Mia's fiery figure accentuating it, she looked like a bewitching succubus, utterly devoid of Lux's usual dignity and restraint... And to make matters worse, the other woman was wearing it with Lux's exact same face. It was as if Lux herself was parading around in such a revealing dress. The thought of it made Lux so ashamed she wished she could disappear into the ground. "So cold, Lady Lux. My figure is better than yours, after all~ Are you too embarrassed to admit it? Never mind, business first. I won't torment you today~" Mia wasn't angry at being ignored; she was used to Lux's indifference. However, before leaving, she had to tighten the restraints on the other woman's delicate body, just in case her "pink-haired little pet" tried to escape while she was gone. With little time, Mia pondered for a moment. She bent Lux's body, clad only in pure white, cinched shapewear and thin white thigh-high stockings, but covered in a dense network of ropes, almost binding her into a white-silk human log. She then bent Lux's legs backward, pressing them against her waist. Next, she connected the ropes binding her ankles to the ropes binding her wrists, forming a severe "horse-kicking-backwards" pose that contorted Lux's slender, soft body into a tight bundle. After a moment's thought, she slipped a pair of white stiletto heels with heels over ten centimeters high onto Lux's bound, silk-clad feet. Yes, Mia enjoyed seeing the elegant Lady Lux in high heels. She then tightened the ropes connecting Lux's hands and feet, until the bound Lux couldn't help but let out a soft "Mmm?!" The other woman's delicate body was contorted into an "O" shape, like a white-silk meat roll, with the heels almost touching the back of her head. Only then did Mia release the ropes with satisfaction. "Hmph! Ugh?! Hooo...!" Good? So difficult?! My waist, my waist is going to break?! Under the extreme "horse-kicking-backwards" restraint, Lux felt as if her bones were about to fall apart. Every inch of her skin felt the deadly tightness of the ropes. She couldn't move at all, and the stimulation made her cry out uncontrollably. But all she received in return, besides her body being utterly immobile despite her desperate struggles, was endless soreness. "Mmm, let me see. I need to add more rope, just in case Lady Lux struggles too much and falls off the bed later~" Mia looked at Lux, who was in pain and helpless under the tight ropes. After some thought, she took out a long rope and tied it to the chandelier above the bed. The other end of the rope, she maliciously tied to the crotch strap that was embedded between Lux's legs. Then, she pulled hard on the rope attached to her crotch. "Hiss...?! Hooo...!" Stop! Stop! It, it hurts!!! As Lux's beautiful eyes widened and she let out a series of screams, her delicate body, confined by the "horse-kicking-backwards" pose, was almost completely lifted off the bed. This meant that although Lux appeared to be lying in the center of the bed, restrained in the "horse-kicking-backwards" pose, most of her body wasn't touching the bed at all. Her entire body weight was almost entirely supported by the two ropes holding her crotch. Her sensitive vulva and anus, though not penetrated by anything, were bearing the maximum friction and stimulation from the ropes. She twisted her body with all her might, but only the middle of her arched, silk-clad thighs and the tip of her head, hanging down, could touch the bed. Her beautiful hair was scattered all over the bed. However, this minimal leverage was nowhere near enough to alleviate the stimulation of her vulva and anus being constricted and rubbed by the ropes. "Well then, Lady Lux, I'm leaving now. You can stay here and enjoy yourself~" Mia said with a giggle, patted Lux's perky, white buttocks, and then left, locking the door behind her. Lux was left alone in the room, struggling in the midst of rope restraints, or rather, torture. "Hmph! Ugh?! Mmm-ooo-hmm-hmm-hmm!!!" No?! You! Come back here! In the room, Lux's entire body weight was almost entirely on the crotch rope. The intense tightness and friction of the rough rope made her feel as if her secret garden was about to split open. The stimulation caused her to scream and struggle desperately. But the more she struggled, the more intense the friction from the crotch rope became. The immense soreness and a hint of pleasure made her body heat up, and threads of silver began to seep uncontrollably from her vulva, wetting her thin, silk panties. Although Lux didn't want to admit it, her body was starting to feel aroused and increasingly excited. "Mmm-ooo-ooo-ooo?! Hmm~!" No, no! I, I can hold on! Lux's pretty face flushed crimson. What embarrassed her most was that as her body became more and more aroused by the torment of the crotch rope, the soreness from the rope friction between her legs was gradually shifting towards pleasure. This put her in a dilemma. If she stopped struggling, her crotch would ache unbearably. But if she struggled, although the pain would lessen, pleasure would emerge and spread throughout her tightly bound body. It was clear that if she didn't struggle, she would have to endure inhuman soreness. But if she struggled, it wouldn't be long before Lux climaxed from the friction of the crotch rope, or even lost control of her bladder. Mia had left her in a hellish predicament with no way out. "Ooo-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm!!!" Heavens?! I, I don't want this?! The thought of climaxing and losing control of her bladder from mere rope friction made Lux so ashamed she wanted to die. She mustered her last bit of strength and twisted her contorted, tightly bound body in the "horse-kicking-backwards" pose. Fortunately, fate seemed to be on her side. There was only one rope holding the crotch strap, and theoretically, it shouldn't be able to suspend Lux's contorted body completely in mid-air. After this bout of struggling, her lowered head tilted up slightly, and her knees, bound together, touched the bed. Although the "horse-kicking-backwards" restraint still forced her silk-clad calves and heeled feet to be propped up, this position allowed her to kneel on the bed with her knees together, supporting some of her body weight. At least the crotch rope wouldn't be the sole support for her body. "Hooo-ugh... Geee?! Hooo-geee-geee-geee?!" Lux breathed a sigh of relief. Although this position was humiliating, at least it prevented the crotch rope from bearing her full weight and maximally stimulating her vulva and anus. But just as her body relaxed slightly, she cried out and suddenly lost her balance. In her panic, her small head "thumped" onto the bed. Her vulva, constricted by the ropes, and her silk-clad, heeled legs, bound together and bent backward, swung into the air again. "Hmph-ooo!!! Mmm-mmm-mmm!!!" So painful~ No, I can't! Give, give me a little more strength~! Lux screamed, returning to the state where her vulva and anus were being severely pressed by the ropes. Naturally, she couldn't bear it and had to struggle with all her might, shaking her tightly bound body. It was also her fault that even though she was bound into a "meat roll" in the "horse-kicking-backwards" pose, Mia had also suspended her crotch rope. This made Lux's entire contorted body act like a seesaw. With the crotch rope pulling in the middle, if her breasts and head touched the bed, her bent and bound silk-clad, heeled legs would inevitably be propped up behind her. Conversely, if her legs were down, her breasts and head would be up. This meant that the more she struggled, the more her tightly bound body would bend and sway like a seesaw. The more violently it swayed, the more frequently the crotch rope would rub and stimulate her vulva and anus.

Mia caressed Laks' completely naked body for a moment, but felt that while it was sacred, it lacked a certain allure. She then took out a pair of thin, pure white, elbow-length silk gloves and carefully put them on Laks' arms. This made her arms appear even more delicate and smooth. Looking at Laks' long legs, a pair of white lace-trimmed thigh-high stockings were a must. Mia lifted Laks' beautiful legs and feet, and wrapped each of her jade legs in a pair of long white stockings. The lace trim of the stockings gently hugged her fair thighs, and the thin, light silk stockings clung to every inch of her tender leg skin, adding a touch of allure and seduction to the noble and pure dream fairy. Mia thought for a moment, then put a pair of pure white, lace-up high-heeled sandals with an eleven-centimeter heel on Laks' beautiful white silk feet, tying the white silk straps around Laks' slender ankles. Thus, the simple dressing was complete. As for underwear and a skirt? Mia had no intention of dressing Laks from the start; she wanted her to be almost completely naked. Next, Mia straightened her own fair legs and got out of bed. She first put on a pair of black lace-trimmed thigh-high stockings, then stood up in her high-heeled slippers. She pouted her perky buttocks, clad only in a black lace thong, and rummaged through the bedside cabinet for a while until she found several bundles of pure white cotton rope with a faint silver sheen on the surface. How to describe this rope? Because it was mixed with absorbent composite materials, it was strong and, when wet, would shrink considerably, which was perfect for what Mia intended to do next. Mia got back into bed and embraced the unconscious Laks to begin the next stage of restraint. First, she bent Laks' wrists, which were covered in thin white silk gloves, into a "W" shape behind her back. She used six loops of rope to tightly bind her wrists together, then added two more loops for reinforcement. Finally, she used the remaining rope to tie it to the back of Laks' fair neck. This was a well-known binding method; if Laks struggled, her hands would be directly choked, leading to suffocation. Mia then pinched Laks' forearms and elbows, bringing them as close together behind her back as possible. She then divided two sets of ropes to bind her forearms and elbows tightly together, completely immobilizing her slender arms, clad in white silk gloves, behind her back. She then took out more rope, which pressed against Laks' fair upper arms from behind. She threaded the rope from above and below, tightly binding it around the base of Laks' soft breasts. After this binding, any struggle would cause the ropes on her chest to tighten. "Mmm~!" Since the rope was directly constricting the sensitive skin of her breasts without any clothing buffer, Laks moaned involuntarily even in her sleep, her brows furrowed. However, she did not fully wake up. Of course, Mia didn't care about Laks' reaction at this moment. Using eight loops of rope, she threaded them above and below Laks' breasts, then tied the excess rope into a knot between her breasts. The rope snaked down Laks' prominent cleavage, tightening the two sets of ropes that bound the base of her breasts, forming an "∞" shaped net. This net pressed in from all directions along the incredibly soft base of her breasts, immediately causing Laks' firm and shapely breasts to swell and bulge, bouncing slightly like soft jelly, truly giving them a rounded, voluptuous, and extremely alluring appearance. "Hiss, ah~ Mmm, mmm..." The stimulation from the rope on her sensitive breasts was too intense. Even though Laks was too tired to wake up, she furrowed her brows in discomfort. Her naked upper body, held in Mia's embrace, began to writhe slightly in discomfort. Mia, however, ignored her and continued to extend the ropes binding her breasts downwards. Following her beautifully curved abs, she used the ropes to create diamond-shaped nets on Laks' slender waist, until the rope knot pressed against her flat, smooth lower abdomen, forming a "Y" shaped knot. She then pulled the two strands of rope downwards, forcefully tightening them around Laks' deep, secret garden. "Hiss, oh, hum?! Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm?!" This time, the rough rope violently rubbed against her swollen, red honey trap and rear entrance. Laks, even if she didn't want to wake up, was jolted awake by the intense soreness and a hint of pleasure. She instinctively arched her swan-like, beautiful neck, and a seductive groan mixed with pain escaped her lips. Mia, on the other hand, tightened the two strands of rope, then secured the other end to Laks' lower back. She then connected it to the ropes binding her wrists, instantly causing Laks, who had just woken up in a state of panic and struggle, to feel the effect throughout her entire body. "Ah?! Mia? You, what are you doing again?!" The moment Laks opened her eyes, she felt an even stronger sense of restraint on her upper body. She immediately spoke with dissatisfaction and anger, but what made her even more ashamed and embarrassed was... "Ugh?! Wait! Mia! I, I'm not wearing any clothes! Stop, stop! At least, at least let me have some clothes..." As soon as Laks looked down, she saw her exposed breasts, swollen and bulging from the ropes, and then saw her secret garden, deeply embedded with rope, completely bare. The pink "tender grass" around the entrance was clearly visible. In her shame and anger, she almost fainted again. "Hee hee~ Are you shy, Lady Laks? Didn't you say you wouldn't be shy since we're both girls?" Seeing the emotion of shame reappear on Laks' beautiful and moving face, Mia became even more excited. "Mia! No! This, this is too much~ Mmm?! Ugh, ugh?!" Laks' pretty face turned red. Just as she was about to retort, Mia pounced and kissed her cherry lips. She could only bite her silver teeth tightly, preventing Mia from sticking her tongue further in. "Heh heh~ Shy Lady Laks, you're just too~ making, making me unable to resist~" Mia, not having gained much advantage, licked her lips and said with a smile. Perhaps she had been too rough in the past few days, or perhaps Laks had intentionally held back, not giving Mia much reaction. Now, seeing Laks show such rare shyness, how could Mia resist? "Hmph~" Realizing that her loss of composure had given the other party an opportunity, and being under restraint, Laks knew that no matter how angry or ashamed she was, there was nothing she could do. She simply gritted her teeth, closed her eyes tightly, and turned her head away, no longer showing any extra emotion. "Tch, Lady Laks is so boring~" Mia chuckled softly, then leaned down and brought Laks' beautiful legs and feet, clad in thin white silk and eleven-centimeter white silk lace-up high-heeled sandals, together. Laks, on the other hand, knew that she couldn't escape the restraint, so she stopped resisting and let Mia do as she pleased with her legs.

"Die?! I don't want to die?! I'll kill you, kill you, AHHHH?!" The word "die" was like a keyword injected into Stella's soul, instantly driving her mad again, into a state of frenzy. Her immobilized delicate body trembled violently, like a beast ready to pounce at any moment. "So sensitive? Or perhaps afraid of death? Yet so ferocious and brutal? You truly are a contradictory little wildcat~ It seems I'll have to desensitize you appropriately!" Mia took half a step back, turned, and retrieved bundles of ropes, along with several vibrators and bullet vibrators from a side pocket of the flight case. She always carried these little toys to discipline Lacus, so it was convenient that she didn't need to find them elsewhere now. Immediately, Mia spread her legs, her black silk high heels clicking, and straddled the limp Stella on the ground. First, she used a key to unlock the handcuffs binding the other's tender wrists, then with a forceful pull, she yanked Stella's slender arms behind her back. "Let go! You trash! I'll kill you~ Ughhhh!!!" The paralyzing effect of the drugs was still working, leaving Stella's limp body completely unable to resist. Yet, she still trembled and twitched all over, letting out fierce roars. She even tried to twist her stiff neck to bite Mia, but the other woman simply grabbed her golden hair and pressed it firmly into the ground without mercy. "Little wildcat, let mistress dress you up first, it'll be over soon~" Mia said with a smile of satisfaction. As for why she wore such an expression, it was likely due to the dream she had, where Asuka and Stella were madly in love, which ignited her jealousy. After all, Mia now considered Shinn Asuka completely hers, and anything that threatened this relationship would unconditionally trigger her vigilance. Getting back to the matter at hand, Mia twisted Stella's slender, fair arms behind her back, binding her delicate, smooth hands together. She then began to use special ropes, tightening them around her tender wrists. After wrapping them tightly together ten times, she tied a knot and threaded it through the ropes, binding four ropes vertically between her clasped wrists and tightening them securely. The dense ropes acted like a flexible yet infinitely taut pair of handcuffs, deeply digging into the skin of her wrists and even her wrist joints. The four vertical ropes binding the gap between her wrists also ensured that the horizontal ropes were perfectly embedded into her wrist skin from all angles. Any struggle would result in unbearable pain, and even if Stella recovered or possessed the strength of a強化人, she would never be able to break free from them. "Hiss?! So, so painful~ Bastard! I'll kill you, kill you!!!" Her body was numb, but that didn't mean she lost the sense of pain. Stella screamed uncontrollably as the ropes dug into her wrist joints, causing a dull ache. Mia could even feel the muscles in Stella's arms tensing, like a mother leopard ready to pounce and attack at any moment. But what did it matter? Under the influence of the paralytic drug, the other party was still immobilized and unable to resist. Next, Mia continued to use six ropes to severely compress and bind Stella's forced-together slender forearms. She naturally didn't forget to wrap two vertical ropes between the horizontal ones to tighten the bundle. Moving up, around Stella's elbows, Mia followed the same procedure, tightly binding her with two sets of four ropes each, and ensuring that each rope was deeply embedded above and below her elbow joints. Any attempt to twist or struggle would cause the ropes to dig deeper, inflicting a piercing pain. The final step was Stella's lotus-root-like, fair, and soft upper arms. Mia used six loops of rope to tightly bind them together. The four vertical ropes, threaded into the gap between her arms, further tightened the main loops to the maximum, causing her soft, delicate upper arms to develop alluring indentations. Her two fair, jade-like arms were thus severely restrained by the ropes, forced together behind her back to the maximum extent, presenting a twisted "Y" shape characteristic of European straight-arm bondage. From the front, her arms were completely invisible, and even her shoulders, exposed by her low-cut dress, were pulled back to the maximum. Her entire upper body was almost forced to arch backward, causing her delicate body, even though lying on the ground, to involuntarily adopt a shameful posture of head held high and chest pushed out. The pair of developing, rounded breasts in front were instantly squeezed and deformed by the weight of the ground and her body. "Hiss ahhh?! Bastard! You! Let go! I'll kill you ahhh!!!" The continuous pain from the tightening ropes naturally made the immobilized Stella more irritable and ferocious. She gritted her teeth and let out "roars," but the reason beastly "roars" are terrifying is because beasts are dangerous and deadly. Stella, who was constantly growling and screaming now, was like a baring, snarling little female cat. Despite her impressive display, she posed no threat to Mia whatsoever.

"Hiss, oh~ humph, uhhh?!" No—wait, wait a moment?! Too, too tight~ Can't, can't breathe?! Her gagged mouth, following her startled cries, involuntarily leaked droplets of saliva through the openings of the ball gag. Lux felt her already slender waist being squeezed to its limit by the rope net, and she gasped for air, finding even deep breaths a luxury. Little did she know, this was far from over. "Oh, humph?! Wooeeeee?!!" Just as Lux writhed her upper body in humiliation, attempting to alleviate the oppressive constriction of the ropes, an intense, numb pain shot through her groin. She shrieked uncontrollably. Mia had, of course, pulled two ropes from Lux's cinched waist and was now pulling them downwards, directly digging into her swollen, reddened cleft and her rear. However, the way they were digging in this time seemed different. Instead of forcing both ropes directly into Lux's pussy or asshole, Mia deliberately controlled them, positioning them along the edges of the gap between her pussy and her asshole. While the pain was less intense than if they were directly inserted, it forcefully pried open the swollen entrance of Lux's pussy, clearly for another purpose. This method, however, also made the tender, pink skin of Lux's secret garden visible from the inside out. How could mere shame describe it? "Gooeeey??! Humph, wuwuwu?! Humph, hmm!!" No?! Mia?! What, what are you doing?! No~ don't!!! Lux looked down at her secret garden, her labia pulled outwards into exaggerated butterfly wings by the ropes from either side. The shame nearly made her faint. She felt utterly devoid of basic human dignity, reduced to a pathetic test subject exploring the limits of lust and pleasure. "Why are you screaming like a spring chicken~ It's not like I haven't opened it before. I even stuck my tongue in there and licked it~ You came then, so why are you acting so chaste now?!" Mia scoffed. After uttering these audacious words, both she and Lux blushed with embarrassment. Mia spat lightly and turned to retrieve a silver-white metal chastity belt from the safe. It was a composite metal belt, likely a 'T' shape with a pure white leather lining. It had clasps on both sides with small silver locks. The main body, however, featured two shameless holes below, one could easily guess their intended destinations. "Wuwu, humph??!" No?! Don't?! I absolutely don't want that!!! Lux was mortified, squirming her tightly bound upper body and retreating. If she were forced to wear such a shameless chastity belt, what would she become? Mia's bitch? The mad, wicked woman's dog? But all resistance was futile. Lux, who stumbled with every step as she retreated with trembling legs, was quickly pinned down by Mia. The chastity belt was then forcibly fastened onto her dripping groin. The metal straps on either side were wrapped around Lux's delicate lower waist and locked with "click, click" silver clasps. The exquisitely crafted chastity belt was now fully secured to Lux's lower body. The size seemed to have been specifically measured by Mia, fitting perfectly against Lux's alluringly curved waist and between her buttocks. Even the two pre-drilled metal holes aligned perfectly with Lux's pussy and asshole, which had been pried open by the ropes, allowing a finger to easily slide into those two forced-open honey traps. "Hiss, uhh?" So, so cold? My, my ass is completely spread open?! No, don't!!! Lux moaned continuously, writhing uncomfortably, her locked waist and hips arching. The metal chastity belt, with its considerable width, was designed to expose Lux's tender asshole, even pushing apart her deliberately clenched, snow-white buttocks slightly. Lux could even feel a faint airflow between her legs, at her pussy and asshole, which were forced wide open. How could mere shame describe this? Of course, all resistance was useless. Soon, she saw Mia reaching for something disgusting, and her nerves tensed once more. "Wuuu?!" Seeing Mia pull out a pair of exquisitely crafted, pure white leather single-tube restraint gloves, Lux struggled to twist her bound arms, which were uncomfortably itchy from the soft lining of the long gloves. Surprisingly, she felt a sense of relief. She had just feared Mia would pull out something like vibrators and insert them into the chastity belt's holes to violate her directly. She didn't realize that what was coming would eventually arrive; it was merely a matter of sequence. "Come now~ Lady Lux, your arms need to be bound even more securely~" Mia said with a smile, but she wasn't asking for Lux's opinion. She immediately grabbed Lux's bound arms, which were already covered in white velvet long gloves, and began to encase them inch by inch with the meticulously crafted, pure white leather long-tube single restraint gloves. The size of the single gloves was clearly custom-made for Lux's bound arms. Through the velvet long gloves, they perfectly covered her clasped hands, wrists, forearms, elbows, and upper arms, leaving only about two inches of the velvet long glove extending to the silver trim on her upper arms. This gave her bound arms a layered, hazy beauty of confinement and restraint. After the initial fitting of the single restraint gloves, accompanied by Lux's uncomfortable moans, Mia continued to tighten the restraint straps attached to the white single gloves around her wrists, forearms, elbows, and upper arms, locking them with small silver locks at the clasps. Finally, she gripped the buckle at the bottom of the single glove and pulled downwards, forcing Lux's tightly encased hands to press firmly against her buttocks until the buckle and the clasp hidden in her butt crack were securely locked together. "Huuuhhh, uhhh?!" Woo?! So, so tight~ My arms, I can't feel them... The extreme tension instantly forced Lux's bound upper body to arch forward. Her pair of round, proud breasts, constricted by the ropes, surged upwards. Her slender body formed a seductive 'S' shape, with her chest thrusting forward and her buttocks pushed out. While not overly exaggerated, her posture appeared deliberately provocative. Worse still, until she was unbound, her upper body could only remain in this shameful position at all times. The ends of the restraint gloves tightly wrapped around her wrists forced her hands into clenched fists, making any attempt to struggle impossible. Her fingers couldn't even move. "Lady Lux, next we'll be putting on your dress~" Just as Lux craned her delicate neck, utterly ashamed, Mia cheerfully announced and then turned her bound body to begin dressing her. "Hmm, wuu..." What reaction could Lux possibly have at this point? She was actually hoping Mia would use that gorgeous gown to cover up her "ugly state" of being bound by ropes. First came the pure white lace bra. Unlike ordinary low-cut styles, the pearl-adorned off-the-shoulder design didn't appear slutty or revealing. It was like a "gentle barrier" of allure and elegance, perfectly encasing Lux's firm breasts while maximizing the display of her delicate, swan-like neck and her meticulously sculpted collarbone, which resembled a jade沟壑—shallow but not sharp, soft but not collapsed—exuding a gentle, elegant bony beauty. The graceful lines of the off-the-shoulder bra lay flat against Lux's shoulders and neck. The tiny pearls adorning the front, each as round as morning dew, seemed to encircle her full breasts with starlight, accentuating the lines while adding a touch of exquisite nobility to the dress's pure white. Yet, it perfectly concealed the rope marks embedded within Lux's pair of round breasts, locking all suffering within the seemingly dreamlike beauty on the surface. Next was the waist. Since Lux's arms were already bound by ropes and single gloves, she couldn't normally put on a garment. However, Mia directly used a special corset to wrap around Lux's slender waist and her bound arms, cinching them together. The slightly bulging outline reserved inside the back of the corset clearly indicated that it was designed to accommodate a woman's arms within it. "Oh, humph?! Hmm, mmm??" Don't? Don't tighten it anymore?! Please~ My, my waist is going to break~" As Lux moaned under the unbearable strain, Mia continuously tightened the crisscrossed cords at the back of the special corset until the entire corset completely enveloped her slender waist and arms, leaving no visible gap or space. Only then did she stop and tie the "corset cords" securely, locking all the tightness and helplessness within the taut corset. At first glance, the gorgeous corset cinching Lux's waist was as elegant and symmetrical as a silver ribbon under moonlight. The soft silver threads embroidered on the pure white surface of the corset, along with the rings of tiny pearls adorning the edges, seemed to tie stars around Lux's waistline. It was luxuriously ostentatious yet gentle enough, appearing so delicate that it seemed impossible to grasp, as if a deity had tenderly sculpted her waistline, fully displaying the gentle, delicate beauty of a maiden's physique. Everything seemed peaceful and serene, yet no one could know the extent of Lux's restraint and immense pain beneath that beautiful, taut corset. Her gaze moved further down. Lux's lower body, now covered by the gown, trailed to the floor. Layers upon layers of pure white chiffon skirt, shimmering like morning dew on flower petals, reflected a soft glow. Exquisite lace trim adorned the entire skirt, complementing the voluminous and flowing hem. It was full and magnificent, like a dreamlike cloud, gently concealing Lux's two slender, long, pure, and flawless jade legs.

"Heh~ Mia, are you trying to provoke me? You're smart, and you don't fear death, but you're afraid of what I'm going to do to you next, aren't you?" Now that things had come to this, Dalandar didn't mind taking more time to toy with his prey. Instead, he appeared unusually restrained and calm. The self-proclaimed clever Mia didn't realize that as a toy, her forced facade of toughness was only igniting Dalandar's lust and desire for conquest. "Oh, alright! Dalandar, you are indeed a man of caliber~ I've never had the taste of the highest council speaker of Brandu before! I wonder if that thing between your legs is as large as your physique? Don't tell me the previous bloody scene has scared you into impotence!" Mia deliberately drew out her words, her voice laced with a feigned, wanton provocation. Her beautiful eyes casually swept over Dalandar's neatly dressed trousers, a forced, contemptuous smile playing at the corners of her eyes. But the moment the words left her lips, her mouth twitched uncontrollably. Her gaze had landed on the massive tent already straining against his pants, and Mia instantly regretted her outburst. A tremor of fear coursed through her, making her fingertips tremble. "Knock, knock, knock~" "Eek?!" Just then, a knock sounded from outside the suite door. Dalandar cast Mia a playful glance, ignoring her startled yelp of extreme tension. He quickly took a half-meter diameter cardboard box from his subordinate who entered, and then, under Mia's apprehensive gaze, dumped the contents of the box onto the floor with a "crash." They scattered around her legs, which were still crossed, feigning composure and deliberately swaying in a seductive manner, her alluring black stockings and high-heeled feet. The small items clattered across the floor, the dense sound of collision piercing the silence of the suite. The first things that caught the eye were various restraints glinting with cold light: rough hemp ropes and supple cotton cords, leather restraints with locks, sturdy black gloves, a distinctively shaped gag, and a round, rubber ball gag, among others. Each item exuded a suffocating sense of oppression and confinement. Beneath these, more grotesque and terrifying instruments of discipline lay scattered: metal nipple clamps and rings, a small but eerily vibrating bullet vibrator, exaggeratedly shaped dildos and vibrators, and strings of curved beads and anal plugs, all revealing a chilling malice. "Ngh?!" The moment Mia's gaze fell to the floor, her pupils contracted sharply. She bit down on her lower lip with all her might, barely managing to suppress a gasp. Her already taut, delicate body trembled uncontrollably. Tears of terror welled up in her beautiful eyes, which moments before had been so captivating. She instinctively hugged her arms tightly to her chest, as if to protect her last shred of dignity. The high-heeled feet beneath her skirt, which had been lazily crossed and swaying, had forgotten their pretense of composure and were now trembling uncontrollably. Mia was no stranger to these items; she had even frequently adorned Lux with them before. But now, they lay densely at her own feet, awaiting their use in a thorough confinement... A chill shot through her heart. Mia knew better than anyone that it was her turn now, and falling into Dalandar's hands meant facing an ordeal far more extreme and humiliating than anything Lux had experienced. "Well, Mia? Do you like it? I see your body is already trembling with excitement~! Or perhaps, Mia, you're actually trembling with fear but still putting on a brave face~?" Dalandar took in Mia's discomposure and vulnerability, yet despite knowing she was on the verge of tears, he continued to tease her with a straight face. "Hmph, who's scared! I must say, Dalandar, for a council speaker, you have such petty measures? Truly disgusting!" Mia was already in a bind due to her earlier pretense of composure. Now, being cornered, she couldn't possibly reveal her fear to her mortal enemy. She could only haughtily lift her delicate chin, though her long eyelashes trembled violently with panic. She forced herself to display extreme disdain and contempt, oblivious to how her once sweet voice had become increasingly shrill with terror. "Is that so? Then I've underestimated you? So, what shall we use next? Perhaps 'Miss Lux' would like to choose herself~?" Dalandar was happy to play along. He crouched down and picked up a few bundles of rope, holding them out to Mia. She trembled all over, frozen, clearly stunned by fear. "Ha, I understand 'Miss Lux's' reserve. Perhaps I shall choose for you~" Dalandar smiled, then selected a few of the thinnest yet most resilient ropes. Though they looked like soft cotton, their surfaces glinted with a cold metallic sheen, clearly containing some kind of strong, flexible metal material within. For a delicate girl like Mia, these were undoubtedly restraints she could never break free from. With a contemptuous smile, Dalandar approached Mia, holding the ropes. "With these, they should complement your 'perfect' body, meticulously repaired with my financial support~" "What? Can't keep up the act anymore? Just as well, your fragile pride is worthless before me! Let me guess, are you going to start crying your eyes out next?" Dalandar's voice was chillingly sharp. He actually enjoyed a bit of playful teasing, but if the other party couldn't handle it and lost control, he wouldn't hesitate to use force. "Hmph, ugh?! You're... you're actually hitting a woman?! You really are a disgusting man, trying to make me submit like this? How laughably vile~" Although her lower back was pinned down, the intense ache and pressure made it difficult for Mia to even breathe. However, provoked by his words, she suppressed the tears that threatened to spill. Since she knew the outcome was inevitable, her pride wouldn't allow her to show any weakness before such a repulsive enemy. "Heh, very good. This is how you should be, a worthy opponent for me, Dalandar. Let's see how long your futile pride can last!" Dalandar smiled triumphantly. A defiant prey was far more interesting and offered a greater sense of accomplishment than a fragile lamb, worthy of his personal touch. With that, Dalandar's actions didn't falter. With one hand, he firmly gripped Mia's struggling hands, while the other began to wrap the fine ropes around them. One loop, two loops, three loops, until her slender wrists were tightly bound with over a dozen ropes. Each rope dug deeply into Mia's delicate, fair wrists, even embedding into her delicate wrist bones and joints. After tightly binding them horizontally, he didn't forget to add four vertical ropes, cinching the almost non-existent gap between her bound wrists. Her fair, alluring wrists were pressed tightly together, as if adorned with deadly shackles glinting with a cold metallic sheen. Struggling was out of the question; even just being bound this tightly caused Mia a bone-chilling ache.

All of Mia's struggles were ultimately held fast by the extreme tightening of the ropes. Mia desperately arched her graceful figure, trying to resist the ropes' violation. Her tightly bound legs in black stockings and high heels writhed and straightened in vain between the sofa cushions. Her entire body was forcibly contorted into a seductive yet utterly despairing "S" shape, like a shattered butterfly trapped in a spider's web in the dark night. Every inch of her skin and every curve trembled with helplessness and dread due to the tight restraints. Now, Mia finally understood how Lux felt when she was bound all over. It was an extreme torment that could drive one to the brink of madness, but alas, it was too late. All she could do was endure the torture of shame and despair intertwined within the extreme bondage. "Mmmph~Guh! It... it hurts! No! I, I don't want this! Help, help me~Lux~Hnnng?!" Mia cried out tragically, clenching the palms of her tightly bound arms behind her back, trying to use the pain of her fingertips digging into her skin to ward off the suffocating tightness of the ropes all over her body. This was also the only part of her body that still had any freedom. "Oh? Are you reminding me that your fingers can still move?" But Durandal wouldn't even grant Mia this last bit of freedom. He quickly noticed her hands, which sometimes clenched into fists and sometimes went limp. He then picked up a pair of black restraint gloves from the floor, which looked exceptionally tight. He yanked Mia's bound arms from behind her and began to wrap the tight restraint gloves upwards from her flustered, wriggling slender hands, leaving no gap. First, Mia's delicate fingers were squeezed into fists by the extreme tightness of the gloves, unable to loosen even slightly. Then, following the contours of her slender arms bound by the ropes, the gloves were tightly wrapped from her wrists, forearms, and elbows all the way to her upper arms. This completely engulfed Mia's bound arms into an inseparable whole with the elastic yet terrifyingly tight leather surface of the gloves. Only then did he tighten and lock the restraint straps attached to the joints of the gloves. "Mmmph?! No, don't! It's... it's too tight! My arms~My arms are numb?!" Even Mia couldn't have predicted how insane Durandal's binding would be. This wasn't just to restrict her movement; it was to completely subject her to endless, extreme torment. But as Mia's despairing struggles and cries continued, Durandal didn't stop. After securing the restraint gloves, he took out a neck collar and breast restraints made of interwoven black straps. He first tightly locked the collar with its shameful little bell around Mia's fair neck. Then, he further tightened the exaggerated crisscrossed leather straps of the breast restraints along her bulging breasts, which were already squeezed and bound by the ropes, and mercilessly buckled the clasps where the straps met behind Mia's back, completely connecting them to the extremely tight restraint gloves. "I, I can't breathe?! Mmmph?! Bastard~Let, let me go!!!" Mia screamed in terror, feeling her breath being choked off. The extremely tight breast restraints further dug the ropes into the base of her breasts, bringing an indescribable, immense sense of suffocation. The fabric of her long dress was even starting to creak, as if the fullness it protected would burst out at any moment. "Do you like it? This special leather-rubber material is specially supplied for MS combat. Unless it's an MS-level cutting force, no sharp object can sever it! This is the last gift I've specially prepared for you. Enjoy it with gratitude!" In the next moment, Durandal, ignoring Mia's pleading cries as her chest was bound layer by layer, continued to say playfully. He then pushed her bound body back onto the sofa. This time, he took out more black restraint straps of varying lengths, but still tough and tight. Following the same method, he began to tightly bind Mia's black-stockinged legs, which were already severely bound by ropes. Starting from the thin heels of her high heels, along the path of the ropes binding her legs together, he bound them tightly, inch by inch, along her slender ankles, three points on her calves (upper, middle, and lower), above and below her knees, and her thighs (lower, middle, and root). It was as if her tightly bound legs were coated with a layer of impenetrable black satin armor. Under the extreme tightness of the straps, the contours of the previously bound ropes were still clearly visible, a complete and utter confinement that penetrated to the bone, reaching the depths of despair. "Mmmph?! No!!! It's, it's too tight~Help, help me~My body, my body is going to~Ugh?!" The layers of ropes, restraint straps, and gloves almost turned Mia's graceful body into a twisted "jade bow." The severe wrapping of the gloves on her arms left no space behind her. The breast restraints deeply embedded in her chest made it almost impossible for her to breathe. The straps tightened around the joints of her bound legs made it impossible for her to even bend her knees. But what terrified her even more was that after Durandal locked all the restraints on her body, he threw the dozen or so keys that could release her out the window. "What? What are you afraid of? Where did your composure and calmness from before go? Heh heh~It's just a bondage that can never be broken, not in this life or the next~I thought you had met your end when your rebellion failed!" "Eeeeeeek?! No, don't?! Let, let me go!!! No, help!!! I don't want this!!! Mmmph mmmph mmmph!!! Let, let me go!!!" Extreme fear and despair flickered in Mia's beautiful eyes, causing her to scream uncontrollably. This was followed by her frantic struggles, filled with endless despair and unwillingness. Her originally warm and soft pink hair, like a suddenly blooming flower, scattered as Mia's delicate body writhed. Her figure, with its curves and bulges under the restraints of straps and ropes, twisted frantically and desperately. Every curve exuded a helpless stubbornness in its struggle. Her arms, tightly wrapped in the sturdy restraint gloves, repeatedly and futilely slammed against the soft sofa back, making dull, powerless thuds. Beneath her tattered dress, her slender legs in black stockings, bound tightly together by ropes and restraint straps, kicked frantically at the sofa. Her high-heeled feet traced arcs of helplessness and despair across the moonlit surface, their elegant yet sharp heels even tearing the sofa's upholstery. But no matter how Mia struggled with all her might, the ropes and straps binding her entire body didn't loosen even a tiny bit. Instead, her violent movements only pulled the ropes and straps tighter and tighter, bringing waves of indescribable, extreme tightness that swept over every inch of her skin like a tide of despair, until Mia's bound body was completely exhausted from her fierce struggles. "Hmm? Mia, it seems you've finished enjoying yourself? Then, as the one who personally put on this beautiful 'gift' for you, it's time for me to enjoy myself as well." His gaze swept over Mia, who was panting heavily and trembling all over from helplessness and exhaustion. Durandal nodded with a light smile, seemingly very satisfied with the lewd scene of despair and humiliation before him. He traced his fingertips to his waist, and his blood-stained trousers were directly pulled down, revealing the heart-stopping, monstrous bulge between his legs. "Guh?! You?! Ah?! No~You?! What do you want to do?!" The sight of Durandal's terrifyingly hard erection made Mia's beautiful eyes suddenly contract, instantly filled with extreme shock and horror. That was not a size that should exist in a human body; it was more than double the largest size Mia had ever used on herself or Lux. In an instant, all her pride and self-respect turned into the primal fear of a weak female facing the violation of a powerful male, a fear stemming from both physiology and instinct, in front of Durandal's monstrous, terrifying filth. Mia was still a maiden who had never experienced sexual intercourse. To endure such a brutal violation, she would likely be torn apart! "Eeeeeeek?! You, you dare?! No?! I don't want to~Gag gag gag?! Hnnng mmmph mmmph?!! Wooooh ooooh ooooh ooooh!!!" Under extreme terror, Mia, somehow regaining strength, writhed like a madwoman, her body completely bound like a human log. She desperately kicked her two slender, black-stockinged legs, which were tightly bound together, backward. The slender heels of her high-heeled feet scraped fiercely against the sofa, churning the stuffing inside into a flurry of snow. But Durandal merely took a step forward, grabbed Mia's soft pink hair, and forcefully pushed her down to the ground, forcing Mia into a humiliating kneeling position, her head thrown back and completely unable to resist. He then thrust his monstrously large penis forcefully into her still screaming mouth. What followed were waves of dry heaving at the limits of her physiological capacity and screams of utter horror. "Guh mmmph~Hooeeeeeek?! Wooooh ooooh uh uh?!" No?! It, it smells so bad?! I, I can't breathe?! Although Mia pretended to be wanton in front of Lux, this was her very first encounter and attempt with a man's thing. The beastly heat mixed with a pungent, fishy odor, carrying waves of nauseating stench, pushed Mia to her physiological limit in an instant. She couldn't control her screams and dry heaves. Her rope-bound body struggled almost uncontrollably. Her delicate upper body twisted repeatedly, but the ropes binding her entire body tightened to the point where she couldn't even breathe. Beneath her scattered, ornate skirt, her black-stockinged legs, forced into a humiliating kneeling position and bound by dense ropes and straps, never stopped struggling and resisting. Her tightly bound knees pushed backward with all her might, then slammed down heavily, causing the tips of her high-heeled feet, bound as if they were one, to strike the ground in desperate impacts. But it was all in vain, achieving not even a sliver of resistance. "Hngh uh~Gag gag gag?! Guh eeeeeeek eeeek!!!" The hot air and fishy smell seemed to pierce her eyes, causing crystal tears to well up uncontrollably. Mia shook her head desperately time and again, trying to escape the monstrous filth invading her mouth. But Durandal held her dreamily beautiful pink hair tightly, not allowing her neck or head to move even slightly. As the hot, large penis continuously pried open her mouth, Mia felt as if her jawbone would dislocate at any second. The agonizing situation made her heart harden, and she tried to bite down hard, to make the bastard in front of her infertile. But although Durandal wasn't holding her jaw, Mia fearfully discovered that the giant object that had suddenly entered had already numbed her jaw muscles. Her pearly white teeth were completely unresponsive. Mia was now in a situation of extreme fear and despair, and Durandal's disgusting penis had only penetrated less than a third of the way in.