Star Trek (US TV and film series)

In the deep blue starry sky, a chicly shaped streamlined silver-white airship was slowly flying. In the command room of the airship, a languid youth wearing a gorgeous white robe was squinting his eyes and half lying on a wide sofa. The youth's sword brows and starry eyes were very handsome, and his eyes were as vast as the starry sky, but also slightly evil. The young man looked like a noble son of a family, but in fact, he was the famous "Strange Thief Thuran" in the Tianhe Federation. Legend has it that the legendary Thoran is a mysterious man, and no matter where he sees an item, it will never escape from his grasp. He would only strike at things he found beautiful, beautiful gems, beautiful artifacts, and beautiful people. Yes, not only did he steal valuable collectibles from time to time, but he would also invite beauties to his ship as "guests", he didn't like to use the word "kidnapping", it made him feel vulgar. After inviting these beauties, Thran is not for drinking and chatting, he will play all kinds of SM constraints on them, he likes to appreciate this kind of flesh is firmly constrained, in the tempering of the cries, constantly being developed, and finally in the desire to sink in the beauty of. Surprisingly, most of these kidnapped beauties were often released back to their homes intact after a month or two, as if Thran had indeed just wanted to invite them as guests. What's even more amazing is that most of the released beauties not only didn't hate Thran, but instead, most of them fell deeply in love with him, fell in love with that period of being tempered, and desperately tried to absolve Thran when the police came to investigate, and there were even quite a few of them who searched for Thran all over the star field, wanting to be his bound slaves forever. This has given Thran a nickname that is just as strong as his name: "The Master of Conditioning". "Honey, bring a bottle of wine." The youth shouted lazily. "Okay, master, coming~" A sweet voice rang out from behind Cerulean, and a beautiful young girl walked in style. The young girl had a pretty face, with large soulful blue eyes and a slightly reddened pretty cherry mouth all exuding an aura of beauty and elegance. However, the girl was wearing a sexy maid outfit, black three-inch high heels, white silk gloves wrapped around the girl's arms, at the root of the arm was a black lace ring fixed, the same white stockings wrapped around the girl's slender legs, at the root of the thighs was fixed by two black rings, the thigh rings are tightly affixed to each other as if they were locked, so that the girl can only a small step by a small step walking. The black ultra-short skirt made the thigh rings and buttocks hidden during the walking process, appearing extremely seductive. The girl's waist was very slim and was wrapped by an equally delicate black girdle, and a pair of D-rated breasts stood tall, with two black straps in the shape of an "X" that crossed from the top and bottom of the breasts to the back to hold them in place. Her long silver-white hair hung down like a waterfall to her waist, and on her swan-like neck, she wore a delicate black collar with a light gold color around the edges, and a light blue heart-shaped pendant in the middle, making her look even more beautiful. Look closely, the girl's hands and feet are wearing and collar and the same material of black ring, small ring is very thin, as if inlaid in the girl's hands and feet, at this time with a small ring with the hands are firmly tied side by side behind the back, under the collar out of the two chains attached to a wine tray, the girl has to be careful to let the tray to maintain balance. The maid Honey slowly walks up to Thran, slowly kneels down and holds her chest out to bring the tray to Thran, "Master, please use it." Ceran lifted Honey's chin with his hand and smiled evilly, "Didn't master teach you the correct way to serve?" Honey's cheeks suddenly glowed and she smiled sheepishly, "Master you are so bad." Only to see her slowly use her small hands bound behind her back to pour the wine into the small crystal glass next to her, then endeavored to take a big sip, drinking the wine, Honey's face blushed even more, then she slowly brought her lips close to Seran's lips, her eyes closed. The shy but somewhat blissful look on the young girl's face at this point pleased Thran immensely, the wine filled the young girl's mouth making Honey look even more adorable as she frowned slightly. Cerulean brought his mouth to the young girl's and kissed her heavily. "Tink..." The young girl let out a slight moan, and the sweet and girlishly scented wine flowed into Thrand's mouth. After finishing the fragrant wine, Seran licked his lips and let out a cheerful laugh, "Haha, Honey you're really getting cuter and cuter." Honey also looked like she was drunk and fell softly into Seran's arms, shyly giving Seran a blank look, "It wasn't because master told me to do so." But the smiles in the corners of her eyes revealed the inner snickering.

Xiao Yin remained on the Silver Flash. Initially, Mi'er was wary of her, but at Mi'er's instigation, Serlan soon designed exclusive restraints for Xiao Yin as well. Looking at these gleaming "jewels," Xiao Yin didn't show the resistance Mi'er had imagined. Instead, she cooperated fully as Serlan fitted them onto her, which earned her much more trust from Serlan and the other women. Delicate silver rings, about 3cm wide, gleamed on Xiao Yin's slender, fair wrists, ankles, thighs, and arms. The restraints, crafted from flowing gold, fit snugly and comfortably against her skin. A streamlined silver chastity belt was also fastened around her waist, containing, as usual, a small ring to restrain her clit. Her breasts were similarly adorned. These accoutrements matched the mask on Xiao Yin's face rather well. Henceforth, should Xiao Yin harbor any intent to harm Serlan or the women, these would bind her tightly together. Of course, Serlan could immobilize her body with a wave of his hand. Xiao Yin also wore an exquisite silver collar around her neck, lending her a touch of submissive beauty, and allowing for her instant neutralization if necessary. As usual, 10cm high heels confined her delicate feet, with small rings inside clamping her big toes, also in a shiny silver-white. Xiao Yin's feet were beautiful, small and fair. While designing the heels, Serlan had touched them a few times. Xiao Yin, usually calm-eyed, had actually become somewhat skittish, as if these small feet were particularly sensitive. Discovering this, Serlan's mind became active, and thus these high heels incorporated numerous foot massage and training functions, becoming a significant source of pleasure for Serlan in the future. Three days later, the black market trade fair commenced as scheduled. The third level of the Xavili Market was bustling with activity. As a rare exchange event between the Merchant Guild Alliance and outsiders, it was naturally a grand occasion. Serlan, accompanied by Mi'er and Bill, arrived at the venue on time. "Brother, it's quite grand today," Serlan remarked with a sigh, observing the stream of flying cars entering. "Indeed!" Bill chimed in. "Our big boss and high-ranking officials from several major outer domain merchant guilds will be present today, so naturally, it's grand. I won't be able to accompany you later, brother. Make yourself at home." "Of course, brother. You attend to your business," Serlan and Mi'er said, inwardly pleased. After bidding farewell to Bill, Serlan and Mi'er began to slowly make their way towards the Silver Vulture Merchant Guild's location. As one of the slave merchants, the Silver Vulture Merchant Guild was situated in a corner of the western district, housed in a uniquely shaped black building. Its entrance resembled an open eagle's beak, exuding a rugged aura. Serlan and Mi'er were currently seated in a small building not far from it, leisurely savoring fine wine and awaiting their target's arrival. They didn't have to wait long. A black, pointed flying car soon landed before the eagle's beak. Several burly men in black robes, their expressions cold, escorted a well-dressed middle-aged man into the Silver Vulture Merchant Guild. "Master, are those people from the Gloomy Merchant Group?" Mi'er asked. "Yes, but the middle-aged man in the center seems to be the main figure. We must keep an eye on him; he might be from the Shadow Pavilion," Serlan observed meticulously. "Understood!" Serlan and Mi'er leisurely approached the eagle's beak-shaped entrance. The interior of the Silver Vulture Merchant Guild was vastly different from the Starfall Merchant Company. Dark metal cages exuded a chilling atmosphere, and multiple surveillance devices were installed throughout the hall. Within the cages were female slaves, their limbs completely bound by full-body latex suits, and large dildos gagging their mouths. The slaves huddled together listlessly, with at least three or more crammed into each 2m x 2m cage, raised like actual livestock. A saleswoman in a miniskirt and black stockings approached them, a seductive smile on her face. "Esteemed guests, how may I be of service?" "Oh, I'm looking for some clean and pretty female slaves to help with chores. Just browsing," Serlan replied perfunctorily to the attendant, while signaling Mi'er to contact Ai Ya. "Ai Ya, can you take over these surveillance systems?" Mi'er whispered into her miniature communicator. "No problem, what can stop this young lady? Give me five minutes!" Upon receiving the command, Ai Ya jumped onto the workbench and began typing rapidly. Soon, surveillance footage appeared on Serlan and Mi'er's augmented reality contact lenses. "Find the Gloomy Merchant Group for me," Serlan said softly. "Understood!" A few seconds later, Serlan's vision displayed a spacious office on the second floor. The black-robed men were standing, while the middle-aged man they had escorted earlier was arguing with a胖子 (fat man) in front of a desk. "That fat man is Bars, the manager of the Silver Vulture Merchant Guild," Serlan mused. He then whispered, "Ai Ya, can you transmit audio?" "Yes, Master, please wait a moment!" A few seconds later... "Mr. Muse, our cooperation has been very pleasant. However, isn't your request a bit..." "Boss Bars, this is merely an addendum to today's transaction. However, we come with great sincerity, and we hope you will consider it carefully." The middle-aged man then rose and left with his subordinates. "Pay attention!" Serlan whispered to Mi'er. They walked up the stairs step by step, brushing past the middle-aged man and his entourage. Two or three rice-sized tracking robots detached from Mi'er's hand and discreetly adhered to the heels of the middle-aged man and his black-robed subordinates. Due to his killer's instincts, the middle-aged man seemed to sense something, but feeling no threat from the two, he shook his head and departed. "That was close!" Mi'er breathed a sigh of relief once they were completely out of sight. "Master, they seemed to have detected that aura from me just now. Fortunately, I managed to conceal it with all my might." Serlan stroked Mi'er's face. "After all, you come from there. It's good that you didn't reveal any flaws." "Master! The signal transmission is normal!" Ai Ya's excited voice came through. "Alright, we're heading back immediately. Mi'er, let's go!" Serlan and Mi'er turned and quickly returned to the Silver Flash. On the bridge of the Silver Flash's second level, Serlan had Ai Ya resting on his lap, stroking her little head as if petting a small white kitten. Ai Ya purred contentedly, her cute legs folded and locked, hidden beneath the hem of her Lolita dress. Her small, white-silk-clad hands held a short, 10cm silver chain, and she occasionally peeled fruit and placed it in Serlan's mouth. While savoring the fruit, Serlan would occasionally taste her sweet lips, causing Ai Ya to tingle. Mi'er, her hands bound behind her back, skillfully performed fellatio below, carefully refraining from making any noise, yet providing Serlan with continuous pleasure. This was one of Serlan's favorite states. Xiao Yin stood behind the

Behind the Star Trading Company lay a vast warehouse. The guards, recognizing Bill, bowed and stepped aside. "This is where we should be," Bill said mysteriously. "Willis always manages to get his hands on high-quality slaves and keeps them hidden. I found two of my own female slaves in this very warehouse. Haha, why don't we split up and look?" "Alright," Serlan agreed. The warehouse was vastly different from the front hall. Here, slaves were confined in sturdy metal cages, most of them fitted with strict restraints, revealing the true face of the Star Trading Company. Serlan and Miel walked side by side. "Master, are you really going to buy a female slave?" Miel asked with a hint of petulance. "Of course, otherwise it wouldn't make sense," Serlan replied, finding Miel's reaction amusing. "Alright, we'll just take a look. Master isn't that desperate, we can just send them away later." "I knew Master wasn't that kind of person!" Miel smiled sweetly. "What, you still don't trust Master? That's a punishment!" Serlan waved his right hand lightly. "Ouch!" Miel felt a strong stimulation from the anal plug, causing her to instantly bend over, softly begging, "Good Master, please spare this slave, won't you? This slave won't dare again..." "Hmph! See if you dare question Master again," Serlan feigned anger and continued to increase the intensity. "No, Master, not here..." Miel felt her rear end was about to be torn apart. The [unmentionable] ring also intermittently delivered mild electric shocks, plunging her into a hell of pleasure and pain. "No, don't, Master~" Miel covered her lower abdomen and knelt on the ground, begging for mercy. The pain in her lower body brought a forbidden pleasure, making her feel like she was about to succumb. Just then, "Fine, I'll spare you for now." The pleasure and pain suddenly vanished, leaving only a lingering emptiness. "Master!" Miel slowly stood up, looking at Serlan's half-smiling expression, and quickly flushed, darting to the side and falling silent like a cat that had stolen cream. Serlan browsed through the cages. The young women inside were all beautiful with graceful postures, but most of them wore expressions of worry, perhaps contemplating their future, or perhaps still yearning for freedom. As the two passed by, the female slaves noticed they weren't the usual guards and sat up, their eyes filled with anticipation. The female slaves were all dressed in black restraint suits made of water rhinoceros hide, which were sturdy and durable. Combined with straps and hidden locks, they were restrained in a tight, arms-crossed position, rendering their upper bodies immobile. Black metal shackles were fastened to their ankles, with short black chains subtly connecting their feet. Their mouths were stuffed with inflated black gags, from which muffled groans occasionally escaped. The metal cages, about 1.5 meters long and 1 meter high, severely limited their movement, forcing them to curl up most of the time, making escape a futile dream. Continuing forward, near the end of the corridor, was a row of smaller cages containing some female slaves who received special treatment. "What are these?" Serlan asked a female attendant. "These are more dangerous slaves, some are former prisoners of war, some are criminals, and others were collected from various places. Therefore, the restraints are more rigorous for safety reasons," the attendant explained. "Like this one." She pointed to a small cage in front of them, where a blonde female slave was kneeling. "This is a former squad leader of a rebel group. After being wiped out by the Federation, she became a prisoner of war and was eventually sold to us. It's said she has many lives on her hands. But to be honest, some guests actually prefer this type." "Oh, alright. Call me if you need anything," Serlan waved his hand. The attendant bowed and left. "Such tight restraints," Miel murmured, leaning closer to one of the cages. The small cage was less than a meter square. Inside, a blonde female slave knelt with her body bent, with no extra space. She wore a full-coverage latex hood, obscuring her face. Her blonde hair was pulled out from a small opening at the back. The hood blocked all her senses, with only tiny holes at the nostrils, from which a faint, rapid breathing could be heard. A screen below provided information: "This slave is extremely dangerous and untrained, hence the special latex hood that seals vision, hearing, smell, and sound. Her hands are fitted with five-fingered latex restraint gloves, then secured by the restraint suit. Several chains connect the D-rings of the restraint suit to the cage floor. Her feet are locked in ballet high heels, and her legs are also bound tightly with restraint sleeves. The collar around her neck monitors her vital signs and will administer a disabling shock if any abnormalities are detected." According to the screen's data, she had a spirited and beautiful face, but after an unknown period of captivity, she appeared somewhat listless. Miel reached out to touch her, and the slave suddenly became agitated, emitting rapid, muffled sounds, as if cursing something. She struggled violently, slamming against the cage walls, stretching the restraint suit taut. The chains clinked loudly. However, after a moment, she trembled and slumped, as if struck by a sudden blow, letting out a pained whimper. Miel realized this was the so-called disabling shock. The collar would emit electrical pulses, blocking the slave's motor nerves and inflicting intense pain. Even a well-trained soldier or a vicious criminal would be forced to comply. Her own collar seemed to have a similar function. Fortunately, she was well-behaved, she thought, sticking out her tongue. Serlan, on the other hand, seemed quite interested in this type of slave. He observed them intently, finally stopping before a cage in the depths. Inside was a slender and graceful figure. This was a female slave dressed in black, sitting with her knees bent. She wasn't heavily restrained, only wearing a restraint suit and ankle shackles. The black shackles contrasted sharply with her fair, slender feet. Her face was covered by an exquisite silver mask, which seemed out of place for a slave. The mask concealed her features, but her exposed pair of clear blue eyes and her waist-length black hair hinted at her beauty.

Muse then fetched a heavy black helmet from the side. Evie shook her head, but with her hands hoisted high, she had no power to resist. Muse easily placed the helmet on her, closing it at the back of her head. The interior of the helmet was airtight, devoid of any light, with a soft lining all around. Evie could only smell a mixture of leather and metal assaulting her nostrils. Muse pressed a locking button on the helmet, and it visibly tightened inwards, securing itself. The soft lining filled Evie’s ear canals and nostrils, and her mouth was pressed shut, rendering her unable to move. She felt a wave of heat and difficulty breathing, only able to emit faint, muffled groans. Next came a sturdy black metal collar, securing the base of the helmet and locking onto Evie’s delicate neck. The sudden pressure sent another wave of [unspeakable] through her. The moment Muse unfastened her suspended hands, she frantically clawed at the helmet, as if it would do any good. The hard helmet surface was smooth. After fumbling for a long time, Evie found only a small circular opening for her nose; elsewhere, she couldn't even find a crack. The idea of removing it was pure fantasy. Muse paid no mind to her struggles and proceeded to lock a metal chastity device onto her lower body, identical to the one on Evelyn. The two uneven rods within the chastity device loomed menacingly towards Evie’s nether regions. Evie, lacking much sexual experience, immediately eased her movements. Her face inside the helmet flushed crimson, and her muffled groans seemed to be curses, though to Muse, she appeared more defiant than truly threatened. Muse then unlocked Evie’s handcuffs and replaced them with a set of black, one-piece shackles. The upper part locked onto the ring of the collar, her hands were secured at her waist, and the distance between her feet was only 30cm. Furthermore, due to the restriction of the long central chain, Evie could only walk with her body bent low, taking small steps, her movement severely limited. She maintained a posture of humiliated deference, struggling a few times in dissatisfaction. Her hands at her waist yanked hard on the chains, but it achieved nothing beyond nearly causing her to fall. "Mmmph!!" ( "Mmph!") The moment the pedals began to move, the sisters cried out in unison. It turned out the rods in their lower bodies started moving as well, their uneven surfaces delivering intense stimulation. However, Evelyn surprisingly discovered that as she continued to pedal the bicycle, her sister’s struggles began to lessen, and it seemed she was starting to get air again. "Do you like this linked device?" Muse's wicked voice echoed in both sisters' ears. "The bicycle under your sister is the energy source for your sister's oxygen supply device. The electricity generated by the bicycle passes through a high-performance conversion unit and becomes radio waves, which drive your sister's oxygen backpack to supply oxygen. So, sister, you absolutely cannot stop!" Evelyn, pedaling the bicycle, could only glare resentfully at Muse. "At the same time, the pedals will drive the rods in your lower bodies, and the rods in both your lower bodies are linked. Sisters, naturally, must share the blessings." Muse revealed an evil smile, seemingly enjoying the scene of the sisters being tormented by the rods against their will. This was torment for the two sisters. They had never experienced such stimulation before and soon both had flushed red. Evelyn could only endure the painful pleasure, trying to control her pedaling speed to ensure her sister had enough oxygen without being overly stimulated. "Now, let's play a game," Muse cleared her throat. "Your task is to cooperate and escape from the devices you are wearing. Your sister's mission is to find three hidden keys in the room under your guidance and open the door to the diving cage. The keys for your sister's devices are in a small box inside the diving cage. Be warned, the oxygen in the diving cage is also limited. If you don't complete it within two hours, hehe... I'm sure you'll finish within the time limit, right?" "And your sister's mission is, first, to supply power to your sister. Second, if you press down with your chest, you can guide your sister's direction. Figure out the specific method yourselves." After speaking, Muse took out three keys, dangled them in front of the small round window, and then casually tossed them away. "Alright, the challenge begins, ladies. If you don't want to perish, hurry up." "Mmph!!" Evelyn stared intently at Muse's hand as she threw the keys. The small round window wasn't very clear, making it difficult to discern, but she still roughly remembered the trajectory of the three keys. Evie outside the cage was wandering around like a headless fly, clearly still struggling with the restraints on her body. How could she guide her sister? Evelyn tried leaning down and touched a circular disk below with her right breast. "Ooh!" The cool disk sent a jolt through the nipples on her chest, like an electric shock. But a green arrow pointing right suddenly appeared on Evelyn's small display screen and inside Evie's helmet. "Mmph mmph mmph!!" ("So that's how it is!") Evelyn exclaimed happily. Evelyn then tried a few more times and gradually found the pattern: touching the disk with her right breast meant "right," her left breast meant "left," and touching both breasts simultaneously meant "forward." Lightly touching both breasts indicated "back." "Mmph mmph mmph!!" Evie inside the helmet also began to react, causing the chains on her body to jingle. This was her sister's hint. "I need to find those keys quickly and get myself and my sister out!" she silently encouraged herself. Her vision was completely dark. She could only nod towards the direction of her sister in her memory, signaling that she had received the signal. Seeing Evie's reaction, Evelyn's heart settled. This was actually working! She needed to guide her to the location of the first key immediately!

Within the exquisite grand doors lay a vast study, lined with towering bookshelves filled with precious tomes collected by Serlan over the years. At its center sat a large desk, piled high with documents and files. Beside the papers, several screens flickered, and a young girl was furiously typing on a keyboard. She possessed long, light-gold hair and large, sky-blue eyes, her face as beautiful and adorable as an angel's. She wore a magnificent, pure white Lolita-style dress, and her small feet, clad in round-toed high heels and white stockings, swayed back and forth, exuding an air of cuteness and vivacity. The girl's name was Aiya. Originally the third daughter of the ruler of the Tianchen Star Domain, the largest in the Federation, she was the apple of the Tianchen Star Lord's eye. At the tender age of thirteen, she had already ranked among the top ten beauties in the Federation. Years ago, she had captured Serlan's heart, forsaking her home to become his maid. This act had enraged the Tianchen Star Lord, who issued a Federation-wide warrant for Serlan's arrest. However, Aiya's resolve was unwavering. After her persistent resistance and pleas, and sensing that his daughter was not being mistreated, the Tianchen Star Lord reluctantly acquiesced two years ago, finally revoking the warrant. Aiya was not only beautiful and adorable but also a genius in data, proficient in the use of AI (computers of the new era). She was more than just Serlan's maid; she was his right-hand woman, serving as his strategist and repeatedly helping him escape perilous situations. Serlan doted on Aiya, personally designing her restrictive outfit, "Snow White." Though young, Aiya was a complete masochist. She had even designed various restraints for herself in

The packing process on the Swan continued, the once luxurious grand hall now a mess, with a large portion of the girls tightly restrained and packed into boxes. Behind Muse and his crew, over 30 black boxes were neatly stacked. This was a major operation; if time weren't pressing, he would have loved to thoroughly ravage so many youthful bodies. He calmly observed the process, when suddenly his eyes lit up, a pair of stunning twins instantly capturing his attention. Under his burning gaze, Evelyn and Evie huddled together, fear etched on their faces like two little quails. "Evie, I'm so scared," the usually boisterous Evie was now beside herself, clinging tightly to her twin sister's hand. "Vi, Vier, calm down, someone will surely come to save us." Evelyn wasn't faring much better, but she forced herself to remain composed, cheering her sister on. "Haha, I didn't expect to find two gems this time." Muse's eyes gleamed, his gaze greedily devouring the sisters' delicate figures, a private thought of possession forming in his mind. "Go, get restraint box number 1, and package these two young ladies properly." Muse's confidant received the order and departed. Soon, two gray boxes, slightly smaller than the black ones, were brought before the twins. Muse made no attempt to hide his greed: "These two lovely young ladies, congratulations, you will receive special treatment from this lord, hahaha." The sisters, now fully aware of what was about to happen, recoiled in terror. Muse waved his hand, and several figures in black robes pulled them apart, forcing them down in front of two gray boxes. "Don't be so agitated, the days ahead will be wonderful." "No, demon, let me go!! Evie, Evie!! Wooo..." Evie could no longer suppress her fear, struggling wildly, but soon a gag was shoved into her mouth, filling it completely. "Please, don't hurt her." Evelyn, more mature than Evie, was now also pale and desperate, her only recourse to plead with the demon before her. Muse lifted her pretty face and laughed heartily, "Indeed, sisterly love runs deep. Rest assured, my dear young ladies, I will cherish you dearly." The figures in black robes brought a different set of restraints, appearing much more stringent. Box number 1 was a restraint device designed by the Shadow Pavilion specifically for important individuals, offering extremely high security while imposing the highest degree of restraint. Their hands were twisted behind their backs, and silver chainless handcuffs and ankle cuffs were quickly locked onto the sisters' wrists and ankles. Next came white latex gags, nose plugs, and earplugs, which, once inserted, rapidly expanded, quickly depriving Evelyn and Evie of speech, smell, and hearing. Two latex eye masks were secured to the sisters' faces with bio-locks, plunging their vision into immediate darkness. This was followed by white, full-coverage latex hoods, fitting snugly against their skin. Once locked, they were further secured by wide silver collars, rendering the sisters completely doll-like, even their head movements prohibited. Extremely thin yet durable single gloves firmly bound the sisters' arms together, then extended into several straps that secured them to their bodies, their arms vanishing perfectly behind them. Similarly, leg sleeves individually restrained their lower legs. This tight, upward-pulling restraint felt far more secure than shackles. The sisters soon became two wriggling worms on the ground, their entire bodies bound together, even their small feet locked into backless white ballet shoes. But the restraint wasn't over. The figures in black robes brought two human-shaped fiber sleeping bags and placed the sisters inside them separately. The fiber sleeping bags were extremely form-fitting and elastic. Once zipped and locked, the sisters felt immense pressure from all sides, their bodies completely merging together, their breathing becoming noticeably more rapid. They instinctively struggled, the two lustrous white, shapely forms bending and contorting on the ground. The sleeping bags didn't impede their joint movements, yet the sisters felt as if their bodies were glued together. After a period of effort, the two white mummies slowly grew still, but one final step remained. Evelyn and Evie were positioned in a kneeling, curled posture and placed into larger white latex bags. Once the bags were sealed, a vacuum was applied. Soon, two beautiful outlines were clearly visible from outside the bags, growing tighter and tighter. The sisters, heavily restrained, completely lost the ability to struggle. Moreover, the precious oxygen they needed to survive was steadily diminishing. "Inhale! Inhale! Huff... huff..." The sisters desperately gasped for the meager oxygen, their heads beginning to feel heavy and disoriented. Muse didn't want the sisters to suffer any accidents. Two thin tubes were quickly connected to the pre-installed breathing ports on the latex bags, and the two delicate bodies stabilized somewhat. Finally, the two bodies, now resembling latex dumplings, were placed into the two gray boxes. The figures in black robes pressed a button on the boxes, which sealed shut with a perfect fit, and the inner walls began to expand and compress. Trapped inside, the sisters felt the world closing in on them, their internal organs nearly crushed together, each emitting a silent scream no one could hear. After an unknown period, the compression finally stopped. Evelyn and Evie were now like insects trapped in amber, unable to move a single finger. The numbness and soreness of their entire bodies constantly tormented them, and they could only weep silently in their dark, lightless prison. Gradually, the strict confinement caused their physical senses to slowly detach from their consciousness, and when the boxes were opened next, a cruel fate likely awaited them.

Hanging up the communication, Seran and the other two slowly retreated from the main control room, carefully avoiding the attention of the Shadow Pavilion members, and began to look for an opportunity to escape. At the same time, in the lower passage, Muse was conducting a new round of games. At this moment, the twin sisters Evelyn and Iviel looked very dispirited. Their hands were tied behind their backs with silver handcuffs, and they were suspended by silver metal collars. Their original white school uniforms were long gone. They were now wearing white and black cut-out lingerie respectively, and their long legs were clad in white and black stockings, making them look very alluring. Muse held them close, one on each side, and was slowly playing with them

"Mmm~" Eluna's pretty face flushed slightly. She instinctively clutched her lower abdomen and cast a pleading look at her maid. "Xiao Ya, quickly take me to the restroom." "Your Majesty, please don't rush. Allow us to help you dress first." The two maids exchanged a glance and quickened their movements. "Then hurry up." Eluna's face showed a hint of anxiety. "It's all because Your Majesty overslept." Xiao Ya covered her mouth and giggled. Eluna and these two personal maids, named Xiao Ya and Lu Lu, had grown up together since childhood, so they occasionally played small jokes on the Empress. Eluna's schedule was strictly regulated. The imperial family's demands on female royals were less strict than they were severe, with even rest and excretion times precisely stipulated. This was why Eluna was anxious. According to regulations, she only had from 7:00 to 7:15 AM for excretion. Missing this window meant waiting a full twelve hours. The thought sent a shiver down Eluna's spine, and her lower abdomen seemed to ache more. It was already 6:30 AM, and there was no time to waste. Xiao Ya and Lu Lu began to deftly dress the Empress in the elaborate royal ceremonial gown. The innermost layer was a pale gold, form-fitting bodysuit that perfectly protected every inch of the Empress's skin, maintaining its delicate softness. The gossamer-thin bodysuit quickly coated Eluna's body in a pale gold hue, leaving no gaps between it and her fair skin. "Mmm! So tight~" Eluna wriggled her hands, feeling significant resistance. She never quite understood the purpose of this one-piece garment, as while it perfectly covered most of Eluna's body, her breasts, nether regions, and buttocks remained exposed. The thought of this always made Eluna's face flush slightly, and it seemed to make her feel more embarrassed than wearing nothing at all. "Click." Lu Lu fastened the clasp at the back of the bodysuit, making it impossible to remove casually. Every piece of clothing on Eluna's body was secured with built-in hidden clasps. Without the consent of her personal maids, or rather, the head housekeeper, she couldn't remove any of her adornments herself. In their words, if the Empress had to do anything herself, it would be their dereliction of duty. But Eluna felt it was just a way to control her. Unfortunately, her uncle placed immense trust in that old hag, the head housekeeper Clarice, leaving Eluna no way to escape her control. While Eluna was lost in thought, Xiao Ya and Lu Lu had already dressed her in white lace-patterned long gloves and stockings, both made from precious materials like Koth. Their pristine white surfaces were inlaid with golden threads, making them exquisitely detailed. The stockings were connected directly to thigh bands at the top, while the long gloves were secured below her shoulders by a pair of golden rings. The thick gloves made Eluna's nimble hands somewhat clumsy, but they also lent her an air of supreme nobility. Next, a straight, tube-shaped sheath dress, entirely white and embroidered with gold thread, was placed over Eluna. This garment was designed to regulate the Empress's movements. Its structure consisted of three layers: inner and outer Koth layers sandwiching a layer of specially treated thin brown dragon hide. The total thickness was only 1.5mm, making the sheath dress incredibly soft yet exceptionally durable, impervious to ordinary beam weapons. The style of the sheath dress resembled the tight cheongsams of old Eastern eras, with a very high collar, a long hem, and a very narrow slit. With the help of the two maids, the sheath dress was slowly pulled over Eluna's delicate body starting from her feet. It perfectly accentuated Eluna's curvaceous figure. The hem reached just above her ankles, completely restricting her thighs from spreading apart. Her calves had slightly more freedom, but even without any other constraints, the Empress's jade feet could only move a maximum of 20cm apart. Combined with the pair of 4-inch high-heeled ankle boots inlaid with various gems on her jade feet, Eluna's walking became extremely difficult, often requiring the assistance of her maids. This was also a common posture for noblewomen of the old empire, as the delicate appearance highlighted feminine beauty, thus becoming a widespread trend. Although the current imperial family had declined, this custom was still preserved, and the Empress was naturally expected to be the most radiant among the empire's noblewomen. The sleeves of the sheath dress were connected to the skirt. The sleeves were not too long, only covering Eluna's upper arms. The rigid rings on the inside of the cuffs tightened and locked at her elbows, thus concealing the upper part of her shoulder-length long gloves within the sleeves. Once both sleeves were secured, Xiao Ya zipped up the back of Eluna's dress and fastened the hidden clasps. The sheath dress had two rigid boning structures built into the back, extending from her hips to the nape of her neck. Consequently, Eluna's back and delicate neck were forced to remain perpetually straight, unable to even lower her head. After being dressed, she stood tall and straight, legs together, with only her forearms able to move freely. This was why her hands were usually either held at her sides or clasped at her lower abdomen, as this was the maximum range of motion for her hands. "Your Majesty, please sit down, and allow me to put on your boots." Xiao Ya held a pair of ornate white ankle boots and knelt before Eluna, carefully putting them on her. "Thank you, it's really inconvenient after putting on this dress." Eluna shrugged, making no extravagant movements under the constraint of the sheath dress. Her small feet looked incredibly cute, wrapped in the white silk stockings without a single wrinkle, appearing utterly pure. The maid, Xiao Yin Ai, was naturally accustomed to this beautiful sight. She skillfully had Eluna arch her foot and slip it into the dainty white high-heeled ankle boots, which were then locked at the ankle. "Mmm, still so tight~!" Eluna stomped her small feet a few times, making soft "poof poof" sounds on the plush carpet. Her ten delicate toes were squeezed together inside the snug boots, with no room to move. The white ankle boots were entirely made of brown dragon hide, with pointed toes and dozens of gems of various sizes inlaid on the shoe uppers, faithfully protecting the Empress's small feet. Eluna actually quite liked them. Although the 4-inch heels required her to walk cautiously, they also made her appear more poised and captivating. The only drawback of these boots was that once they were put on in the morning, they could only be removed before sleeping. Fortunately, Eluna had gradually adapted to them over the past few years, and her gait had become increasingly elegant, unlike the frequent falls she experienced at first. "Your Majesty, you are truly beautiful!" Xiao Ya and Lu Lu exclaimed in unison, their eyes sparkling. "Alright, you two, stop flattering me and help me put on my coat." "Yes!" ("Yes.") The coat was the final part of the royal ceremonial gown. Its high collar, fitted waist, wide white skirt, and abundant golden lace trim made Eluna appear demure yet graceful, noble yet solemn, as if she had stepped out of a fairy tale. With the addition of a dazzling, hollowed-out miniature crown, the intricate royal gown was finally complete. "Ah~, quickly take me to the bathroom!" Before the fully dressed Empress could admire herself in the full-length mirror, a sharp pain in her lower abdomen shattered her thoughts. Xiao Ya and Lu Lu quickly helped her up, one on each side, and with her hurried little steps, they rushed into the bathroom not far from the bedroom. Upon entering the bathroom, Eluna impatiently sat on an exquisitely crafted toilet. Looking at "7:01" on the wall, Eluna finally let out a long sigh of relief. She hadn't exceeded the time limit! The reason she cared so much about the time was due to this custom-made imperial toilet. The royal gown restricted her ability to excrete independently, requiring her to rely on an auxiliary excretion device. The toilet's internal timer and settings dictated the Empress's excretion time, and after that, the auxiliary excretion function would not activate. Detecting that Eluna had sat down and that the time was within the regulation, the toilet began to operate. Eluna's wide ceremonial gown did not need to be removed for excretion. She simply had to lift the outer layer slightly and sit on the toilet. With a "swish~" sound, her little bottom was suctioned into the toilet's groove, and she could only stand up again after excretion was complete. Once prepared, a probe rose from within the toilet, and two small hooks rose on either side. The probe tapped a few times at the臀部 position of the sheath dress, and a slit opened in the fabric. The small hooks then pulled it open from left to right, revealing the chastity belt within. The probe tapped a few more times below the chastity belt, and the chastity belt vibrated slightly. Eluna knew this was the signal that the two long-awaited openings were unlocking. She quickly held her breath; the moment she anticipated most of the day was about to arrive! "Mmm~~!" Her pretty face suddenly turned bright red, her lips pressed tightly together, and her hands gripped the hem of her skirt nervously, trying to prevent herself from letting out any inappropriate moans.