Lecia's Journey into Bondage and Conditioning

"Ah, it hurts! Where am I?" With a throbbing pain in the back of her head, Laecia slowly opened her eyes. Her memory before passing out was that she was on guard duty at the stronghold. She heard a strange noise and went to investigate, only to be struck on the head in a dark corner, then plunged into darkness. The surroundings blurred and receded. She seemed to be in a carriage, with several thick black bars slicing her vision into segments. She was in a cage. It looked like she had been kidnapped... Suddenly, a chill swept over her, making Laecia want to scream—she realized she was completely naked. But in the end, she didn't scream—a gag had been stuffed into her mouth. Her screams were transformed into whimpers, and Laecia could only be grateful that at least the noise was minimal. Worse still, Laecia's hands were tied behind her back. She tried to spread them apart, but to no avail. Her captors had done some extra work on her hands. Another rope was looped around Laecia's waist, then turned downwards from below her navel, passed between her legs, and tied to her bound wrists. This rope had a knot in the middle, positioned right on her sensitive parts. The rope was tied tightly, meaning that unless she kept her hands pressed flat against her lower back, the knot would rub against her body, distracting her attempts to escape with stimulation. Laecia strained to turn her head back, trying to get a glimpse of her surroundings with her peripheral vision. At the edge of her limited sight, she saw the very things she most desired—a dagger and some wire. She curled her body, reaching her bound hands back in that direction. Fortunately, the rope was just long enough for her to grasp the hilt of the dagger. She turned the tip of the blade, intending to cut the bothersome rope first, then free her hands. Based on her experience, the locks on these cages were usually not too complicated. Once her hands were free, with the dexterity of her fingers, she could easily pick such a lock. When the carriage slowed down, she could quietly slip out and escape. But after only a few minutes, Laecia's excitement began to cool as she discovered that no matter how she sawed with the dagger, the rope wouldn't break, as if she were cutting steel wire. Moreover, as her hands moved back and forth while sawing, the knots in various places rubbed against her body. This stimulation caused her unbearable itching and pain. Only the desire for freedom gave Laecia the strength to continue her struggle without her body going limp from the sensation. "Please, please, break," Laecia silently pleaded in her heart. But just then, the carriage began to slow down, and finally stopped in front of a side gate of a white castle. Then came the sound of the driver jumping down and opening the cage door. Thinking "this is bad" in her mind, Laecia quickly threw the dagger aside, clumsily pretending to have done nothing. Then she felt two smooth hands grasp her calves. One pair of hands was warm, the other completely cold. With a combined effort, they pulled her out of the cage and threw her onto her back on the smooth marble floor. Before Laecia's eyes appeared two stunningly beautiful female faces. The slightly taller one wore a long, knee-length coat that didn't match any style from the sky. This brown coat had two rows of buttons in the front. Although the garment looked very loose, the waistline and the proud bust still outlined the graceful figure of its owner. Above the clothes was perhaps the most delicate and exquisite face in the entire city. Golden hair, sapphire blue eyes, and sculpted features revealed her pure bloodline, yet she had pointed ears, like an elf. The shorter one had thick, dark hair and deep eyes like flawless rubies. She was dressed in a Gothic gown. If she hadn't been appearing so brazenly in broad daylight, she would have been unmistakably a vampire. "Little sister, you've got quite the ideas." The blonde woman grinned wickedly, grabbing Laecia's lily-like, tender white arm and lifting her from the cold floor. "I can tell from your eyes that you don't know me, but you will soon. My name is Irene, but you will eventually call me Mistress. This is Catherine, my first wife." "Don't think I don't know what you were up to. According to the rules, we should fit you with a bell, but I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you an extra souvenir. Catherine, hand me that dagger."

"You'll wash up in the bathing room. I'll show you later. After breakfast, you'll go to where you're needed. We usually start work at eight and you'll work for four hours." Didiya's left thumb and index finger pinched and gently rubbed Laecia's nipples, making her more flustered. "Lunch is at twelve. We usually have a break until two, then start again. Some jobs aren't like that, so you'll listen to the supervisor's instructions then." Her right middle finger began to caress Laecia's nipples, stimulating her little buds. "In the afternoon, we eat at six, then have a two-hour evening shift starting at seven. After eight is free time, and we extinguish the lights at ten." Her left hand suddenly began to play with Laecia's nipple rings, the stimulation far greater than before, causing Laecia's breathing to become heavier. "Besides the schedule, we have three main rules here. First, unless there's a reason, ordinary slaves are not allowed to chat amongst themselves. Otherwise, we'll give you a gag. Second, during your free time, if you see me or Irene and the others, you must kneel down like you did for Irene before and say, 'This slave greets my elder sisters.'" "Also, don't get reported by the supervisor for slacking off. If I find out you're just eating and not working, you'll be whipped, thrown into the water dungeon, put on the X-frame, and punished with the meat barrel. You'll have a hard time, understand?" Didiya stopped talking and instead greatly accelerated the speed at which she rubbed Laecia's body. Her left hand joined in, sometimes slowly rotating the nipple rings, sometimes gently twisting them, causing Laecia to feel both numb and sharp pain. Laecia's sounds gradually changed from muffled groans to soft moans, until the peak arrived, and Laecia experienced her first climax in the laboratory. Afterward, the afterglow still lingering, Didiya withdrew her right hand from Laecia's body, waved it in front of her eyes, and then brought it to her own mouth, taking a lick. "Ah, this is the taste of a unique beautiful girl." Didiya's perverted remark made Laecia feel a bit disgusted. But Didiya then pinched Laecia's face with her left hand, signaling her to open her mouth. "Come on, lick my fingers clean." Didiya put her fingers into Laecia's mouth, pressing lightly on her palate, causing Laecia a slight feeling of nausea. Seeing Laecia's lack of reaction, Didiya resorted to her old trick, pinching Laecia's nipple ring with her left hand and giving it a gentle twist. The pain in her nipple forced Laecia to submit. While Laecia was cleaning Didiya's fingers with her tongue, Didiya turned her head to look at the clock on the desk. "It's ten-thirty now. After you finish licking, I'll take you to your sleeping quarters immediately. You can wake up half an hour later tomorrow." Didiya yanked her fingers out of Laecia's mouth and then, taking hold of the chain on Laecia's collar, led her out of the corridor and back to the main hall. It was then that Laecia noticed a cage near the center of the hall. While this cage wasn't as cramped as the one she had been in before, it wasn't spacious either. It could only accommodate one person curled up on their side. Didiya first removed an eye mask from a hook on the outside of the cage and placed it on Laecia, so she could sleep in the brightly lit hall. Then, she guided Laecia to climb into the cage and lie on her side on the fur mat. Finally, she locked the iron chain attached to Laecia's collar to the bars of the cage with the bronze lock, closed the door, and latched it.

At the exit of the slope, a carriage was waiting. The carriage was essentially a cage, but one side had a bench, and a woman was already sitting on the floor on the other side. Lycia peered closer and saw that it was Eve sitting in the carriage. She must have been brought out of the mine earlier. Eve's restraints were far less severe than Lycia's. She wore a thong made of extremely fine steel chains beneath her, the meticulously crafted chains clamped between her cheeks, her hands tied behind her back with rope, but not suspended by her neck. Additionally, a chain connected Eve's collar to an iron ring at the top of the cage. Lilith opened the cage door, then untied the ropes around Lycia's ankles, gesturing for Lycia to climb into the carriage. But Lycia's hands were still bound behind her, and she failed to get up after several attempts. Lilith then cupped Lycia's buttocks with her hands and pushed her up, but she deliberately placed her fingertips near Lycia's ass crack, which naturally brought Lycia a wave of mixed feelings of humiliation and stimulation. Lilith followed Lycia into the carriage, into the cage. She first gestured for Lycia to sit beside Eve. The two women sat side-by-side, naked and bare-assed, on the cold floor of the carriage, a wave of humiliation washing over them. Lilith then checked the ropes restraining Lycia, tightening them further, making her feel a sense of panic and tightness in her chest. She then tied the rope connected to Lycia's collar to the circular ring on the ceiling of the carriage. In reality, Lycia, tightly bound by ropes, had no possibility of escape; this was merely to intensify her sense of humiliation from being restrained. After all this was done, Lilith did not get out, but closed the carriage door and sat on the bench, saying to Lycia in the cage, "Your Highness Aileen, numbers 43 and 24 have been loaded. We can depart." There was no reply, but the carriage began to move slowly. It was clear that Aileen had heard Lilith's words and had no objection. Just as Lycia and Eve thought their torment was temporarily over, Lilith removed her high-heeled, over-the-knee leather boots, revealing her fair, tender feet clad in long, black stockings. At this point, Lilith gestured for the two women to spread their thighs. Lycia vaguely guessed what she intended to do, but still reluctantly obeyed her command. Lilith extended her two black-stocking-clad feet towards the space between the women's legs. Lilith placed her left foot on Eve, gently caressing Eve's body, which was clasped by the steel-chain thong, through the black stocking. Her right foot, with its big toe slightly hooked, caught the knot of the rope tied to Lycia, pulling it to slowly rub up and down against Lycia's body. Soon, this teasing brought the two women an irrepressible sense of excitement. They began to moan softly. Lilith's black stockings felt wonderful, and the more transparent stockings made Lilith's jade feet appear even more alluring. The two women's dazed state clearly aroused Lilith herself. She pinched her erect nipples with her index and middle fingers of her left hand, while with her right hand she tugged at the thong, filling the air with an atmosphere of lust and debauchery. The carriage passed through the gates of the white castle and slowly proceeded along the road leading into the distance, until the hills on the horizon drew near. After crossing a few hills, it stopped on a mountain road at the summit of one of them.

Lilith adjusted the pear of torment, then took out a set of T-shaped chains. The shorter end was fastened around Lacia's waist, locked at the spine on her lower back. The longer end went down from below her navel, through the ring beneath the pear of torment, then pulled back up, tightened near the previous lock, and finally led upwards to the back of the collar around Lacia's neck. Next, a pair of shackles were locked onto Lacia's feet. Although the chain between these shackles was forty centimeters long, Lilith then took another chain, suspended the shackle chain from the middle, and connected the other end to the metal ring of the pear of torment. This way, unless Lacia squatted on the ground to move, she could only take tiny steps of about ten centimeters at a time. Finally, Lilith grasped Lacia's wrists, moved her hands behind her back to the position where they had been bound with rope that morning, and locked on a pair of handcuffs. The chain between these handcuffs was very short, and it was connected by a metal ring to the back of the collar. If Lacia wanted to move her hands, it would inevitably cause the collar to move. After finishing this, Lilith took out a pair of red high heels, which had the same ankle clasps as the ones used during the tightrope walk, to prevent her from kicking them off. After putting the shoes on Lacia and fastening the clasps, Lilith produced a wooden gag and shoved it into Lacia's mouth, leaving her only able to emit grunts and moans. Having completed Lacia's restraint, Lilith began to dress Eve in a similar fashion. The difference was that Eve's handcuffs were not attached to her collar, but to the chain at the back of her thong. Once both were bound, Lilith and the others re-boarded the carriage, which then set off, leaving the two women behind. "The keys are hanging on a tree on the opposite mountaintop. We'll come back for you then. Good luck!" Irene called out from the departing carriage. Lacia tried to move her wrists, and the collar immediately began to rotate with them. This pulled the breast chain, which was also locked to the collar, tugging at Lacia's nipples and making her gasp. She had no choice but to stop moving and sit on the ground to rest. However, sitting on the ground was not a viable option. To unlock the chains, she would have to stand up and walk to the opposite mountain. The foreign sensation of the pear of torment also made Lacia extremely uncomfortable. She had to spread her legs as wide as possible, with her knees far apart, to alleviate some of the discomfort. But because Lacia's ankles were shackled together, she could only cross her feet to allow her thighs to open. Once she had adopted this posture, Lacia realized how shamelessly exposed she was. The sun was gradually setting, and her rational mind told her she needed to act quickly. Five minutes after Irene and the others had left, Lacia began to try to stand up from the ground. For someone with her hands bound behind her back and her ankles shackled, this was no easy feat. Fortunately, there was a tree not far away. Lacia strained her hips and thighs, leaning her back against the tree. Then, using the trunk for support, she wobbled to her feet. During this process, the movement of her arms caused the collar to shift, tugging at her nipples a few more times. Since Eve's hands were not bound as high, she stood up relatively easily. The two women exchanged a look, confirmed they were both steady, and began to walk down the mountain, one after the other. The exchange of glances once again reminded Lacia of her current state of shame – completely naked except for the chains binding her, her pierced nipples pulled upwards by the breast chain, and her feet confined in high heels that hindered her movement, further restricted by the shackles. Although she had been violated in various ways by other women in the preceding days, she had not yet become accustomed to this life. Lacia felt her cheeks burning like fire, her face undoubtedly red from her cheeks to the roots of her ears. She saw that Eve wore the same expression. But no matter what, Lacia had to move forward. Although the mountaintop was bathed in sunlight and offered a pleasant view, it was already afternoon, and who knew what the place would be like after sunset.

This is a corner of the Elvia Mine management office, dimly lit by torches on the wall, just enough to see. A girl is bound to a newly assembled rack. The rack is essentially a pillory, with the maiden's beautiful neck and delicate wrists secured in its three holes, forcing her into a hunched posture. To prevent excessive fatigue, the guards "thoughtfully" provided some lumbar support – a thin iron chain wrapped once around the maiden's waist, then pulled taut across her sensitive body from the front. The chain's end is tethered to the ceiling, so if the maiden tries to shift her weight onto the chain at her waist, it will slide forward and back, providing a peculiar stimulation to the tender flesh between her lips. This bound maiden is Lacithia. After enduring the repeated assaults of multiple women yesterday, she is now hung here, awaiting her next training session. Lacithia maintains this uncomfortable, hunched posture, her pair of fair breasts hanging heavily before her. Yesterday, she was violated by the guards all afternoon. Her succubus constitution allowed her to absorb a considerable amount of energy from them, and now this energy has been converted into milk by the crest. Consequently, Lacithia feels an unfamiliar fullness in her breasts. Nirya enters, followed by a familiar figure. "Mmm, mmmph," Lacithia twists her body, attempting to call out Eve's name, but the wooden gag in her mouth prevents her. Eve also realizes that the chained slave is Lacithia and offers her a helpless smile. Although Eve is bound by a collar and shackles, and bears the Elvia Mine's crest tattooed on her lower abdomen, Lacithia's feelings upon seeing Eve are complex. Of course, she grieves that her lover has fallen to this state with her, but another emotion stirs within her. The cruel branding, the guards' humiliation, or the life of a slave underground where sunlight never reaches – any of these could crush Lacithia's spirit and strip her of her human dignity. But as long as Eve is by her side, she seems to find a sliver of courage, a touch of resilience, to preserve her own personhood amidst the perverse training. Though she has found courage, it does not allow Lacithia to break free from the chains that bind her. She can only shift her body slightly, awaiting Nirya's further commands. Nirya walks up to Lacithia, squats down, and lifts Lacithia's chin with her knuckle. "Look who I've brought. I know you two haven't seen each other in a while, so this morning, I'll let Eve give you some pleasure." "Eve, go lick that little slut. You're not going to see your wife feeling empty and lonely and not react at all, are you?" Eve hesitates, standing still. Seeing this, Nirya reaches out and pinches Eve's thigh. Eve casts a helpless glance at Lacithia, then kneels behind her and begins to lick Lacithia with her tongue. Nirya then stands up and fetches a wooden bucket and a stool. "You have rings on your nipples, so I can't use a breast pump. I'll have to squeeze the milk out by hand." "You lucky little whore, I'm personally serving you. You'll have to give me plenty of pleasure later." After using her tongue to lightly caress Lacithia as foreplay, Eve decides to go further, teasing Lacithia with the tip of her tongue. Wave after wave of stimulation causes Lacithia to gasp. Her saliva drips from the gaps between the gag and her lips, forming a long string. At this moment, Nirya begins to knead Lacithia's full breasts. Compared to her previous assaults on Lacithia, Nirya's touch is remarkably gentle. Under her soft massage, drops of milk begin to flow from Lacithia's breasts, trickling down through the nipple rings into the wooden bucket below. For Lacithia, the experience is bizarre. The breast massage doesn't feel unpleasant; in fact, it's somewhat comforting. Yet, this sensation clashes with the restraint of the pillory and chains. And Eve's tongue continues to stimulate her... Suddenly, Nirya releases her hands, and Eve begins to lick Lacithia with even more fervor. Restrained, being milked while pleasuring her lover – this scene, both shameful and lewd, makes Lacithia both wet and excited. Her body tenses from the stimulation, her hips writhing with Eve's tongue movements. Finally, her body crosses the threshold.