Desperate Tight Bondage Conditioning Hell of a Defeated Queen

The princess within the giant was not idle either. While wielding her staff to control the giant, she parted her tender lips and began to chant a tenth-tier sky magic, aiming to shatter the Demon King's domain. "O, sovereign of the firmament, in this hour of shattered skies, descend most... Woo? Woo........" Before Sylvia could finish her incantation, a small red orb shot out from the forest. It flew over the intermingled corpses on the lake, passed the swinging arms of the skeletons, and threaded through their red ribcages. Seizing the moment of Sylvia's magical chant, it darted into her small cherry lips, lodging itself firmly between her pearly teeth. A strap connected to the gag quickly extended along the corners of her mouth and cheeks, merging into a single piece at the back of her head. (Equipped Item: God-Binding Gag.) (God-Binding Gag: A restraint device composed of a solid red rubber ball and black straps. It is controlled by its owner and will autonomously fly into the target's mouth to secure them. It can only be equipped by females.) Durability: Max (Indestructible) Silence: While equipped, the user is rendered mute and unable to cast spells requiring incantation. Aphrodisiac Conversion: The wearer's saliva is converted into a potent aphrodisiac by the gag. The wearer will continuously accumulate arousal, and the rate at which arousal decreases will be reduced by 50%. Gasp Suppression: With her mouth gagged, the wearer cannot gasp for air. Stamina consumption increases by 10%, and stamina recovery decreases by 10%. Adaptive: Crafted from divine materials, the God-Binding Gag adjusts its size based on the wearer's condition, forcibly stretching their cheeks taut and widening their mouth to its maximum capacity without harming their health. Struggle Counter: When the wearer struggles, the gag retaliates. It enlarges itself and tightens the straps, forcibly stretching the wearer's lips and constricting their cheeks, causing pain to the cheeks and aching in the jaw. After the wearer ceases struggling, the counter-effect lasts for 30 seconds. God's Boon: The owner of the restraint cannot activate it themselves. The counter-mechanism can only be triggered by the wearer's struggle. But who could endure such agonizing tightness without struggling? And who wouldn't struggle? The wearer's desire to struggle increases by 5%. For every half hour, the wearer's desire to struggle increases by 1 point. After the counter-mechanism is triggered, the desire to struggle decreases by 95%. Twilight Transformation: The God-Binding Gag possesses both a day and night form. Unstoppable: Forged by God-Binder, the God-Binding Gag contains the origin of world laws and can bypass all defenses, forcibly entering the target's mouth. Irremovable: Unless the owner of the equipment consents, it cannot be removed. Current owners: Demon King, Succubus. Equipped by: Sylvia. (Ingesting the potent aphrodisiac converted from saliva, arousal increases by 1 point per second. Current arousal: 0/100. Upon reaching 100 arousal, the state "Arousal Lv1" will be acquired.) (Arousal Lv1: The owner's all stats decrease by 5%, physical sensitivity increases by 5%. After climax, arousal decreases by 95%. Upon leaving the arousal-inducing environment, arousal decreases by 1 point per second. The wearer's choices will be slightly biased towards seeking more pleasure.) "Mmph! Mmph!!" "What is this?" Sylvia's small lips were abruptly invaded by this foreign object, causing her to choke and cough uncontrollably. She swallowed a large amount of her own saliva, which surprisingly tasted sweet. The magic flowing within her body froze. The magic circles surrounding her shattered, breaking into tiny ice crystals that vanished into the air. The arms of the red skeletons on the blood-red lake, which had been swinging to attack the corpses, also paused. Their colors began to dim, as if they were about to disappear. The corpses on the lake, as if receiving a command, immediately accelerated their charge towards Sylvia. Sylvia hastily reorganized the magic within her body, restoring the red giants surrounding her to continue attacking the corpses on the lake. At the same time, she reached out to the sides of the straps, pulling with all her might, hoping to yank the gag out of her cherry mouth. But it was too late. The moment Sylvia's teeth clamped down on the gag, the straps extending from it had already fused. No matter how much Sylvia bent over and pulled, she couldn't dislodge it. The gag remained stuck between her teeth, immovable. Furthermore, as Sylvia pulled, the straps on her cheeks tightened, slowly constricting. The red gag continuously enlarged, forcibly stretching Sylvia's already small lips to their maximum, and it was still slowly growing. For a moment, Sylvia felt her fingers being tightly bound to her face. Her fair cheeks were stretched to the point of pain, and her jaw felt strained. Terrified, Sylvia immediately withdrew her slender fingers. Then, as if remembering something, she quickly reached behind her head, hoping to find a buckle or some sort of clasp connecting the straps. But after a thorough search, she found nothing. Her hands only felt the smooth texture of the straps. This seamless, gapless strap seemed naturally impossible to remove.

Unable to pry the large gag from her mouth, Silvia shook her adorable head in a fit of princess-like rage, her snow-white silver hair flying wildly. Her small mouth strained forcefully, deforming the elastic gag. While it offered a satisfying release, the moment she eased the pressure, the gag would snap back to its original shape, forcing Silvia's cherry lips wide open again. Soon, Silvia discovered an even more disgusting aspect of the gag in her mouth: unless she actively resisted the urge to close her lips, she would unconsciously press the gag flat, only to be forced to open her mouth again by its elasticity. Even if she managed to overcome the urge to close her mouth, her lips would ache and swell after a while, forcing Silvia to constantly lightly clamp down on the red gag to alleviate the soreness in her jaw. To any outsider, however, this would look as if Silvia had willingly stuffed the gag into her mouth and was now provocatively teasing it with a look of pure bliss. Silvia was mortally embarrassed. What was worse was that she couldn't remove the gag. How could the Ninth Princess of the Empire ever show her face in public again? How would her subjects view her? As a lowly slut who openly paraded around with a sex toy in her mouth? Silvia once again bit down furiously on the gag in her mouth, as if trying to shatter it. She didn't realize that in her current state, she looked like a hamster stuffing its cheeks, utterly adorable. But just as Silvia was about to successfully close her cherry lips and swallow the gag completely, the gag's rebound force reached its maximum. As if by design, no matter how hard she pushed, she could never fully swallow it. A slight gap always remained, through which the erotic red gag was visible inside her cherry lips. After a prolonged struggle, Silvia finally lost all strength. The gag instantly sprang back to its original shape, forcing Silvia's cherry lips wide open once more. With her mouth stretched wide, Silvia found it more difficult to swallow her saliva. This also made her acutely aware of the sensation each time she swallowed her own spit, which was sweet, just like her favorite fruit juice. This was perhaps the only redeeming quality of the gag, Silvia tried to console herself. Of course, Silvia had no idea that the saliva she was swallowing had been transformed into a potent aphrodisiac by the very gag she despised, accumulating within her with each swallow, awaiting a dramatic eruption in the future. While Silvia was lamenting the gag in her cherry lips, the endless stream of corpses outside continued their assault, crawling out from the bloody lake bottom and charging at Silvia in waves, only to be repeatedly swatted away by the giant red skeleton she controlled. The Demon King's plan was to exhaust Silvia, the sorceress, by attrition, and then engage her in battle. Wouldn't it be a simple matter to defeat a sorceress devoid of magic? Silvia saw through the Demon King's plan and prepared to unleash the super-chanting magic "Skyfall" to obliterate the surrounding forest, forcing the Demon King to appear and engage her. However, the gag in her mouth prevented her, allowing only a muffled, highly erotic sound to escape. Gazing at the relentless waves of corpses and her mouth forced open to its limit, Silvia stamped her foot in frustration and glared resentfully towards the forest. "Don't think I can only chant magic!!" With her cherry lips blocked by the red gag, Silvia could only scream inwardly. She took a step forward, her magical power surging violently through her circuits. The immense power she wielded caused the air around her to stir without wind. She managed to maintain the red skeleton's actions with just one hand, and then a torrent of magic flowed into her right hand. It was a one-handed spell!

The object flew directly from behind and landed on Sylvia's back, quickly encircling her smooth, jade-like neck. It fit as if custom-made, pressing snugly against her warm, delicate skin. Sylvia had just reached out to stop it when the collar automatically fastened around her fair neck, the clasp vanishing instantly. A sealed black collar now adorned Sylvia's throat. (Equipped Sex Toy: Mana-Sealing Collar.) (Mana-Sealing Collar: A black leather collar forged by the God-Binder, controlled by its owner. It automatically encircles the target's neck and binds them. Only applicable to females.) Durability: MAX (Indestructible) Mana Flow Interruption: Slows the wearer's internal mana flow, increasing casting time by 20% and mana consumption by 10%. Mana Seal Ring: When the wearer's magic flows, the collar automatically tightens, causing the wearer to be unable to breathe. The effect subsides 30 seconds after the wearer stops casting. Breathing Restriction: The wearer's neck is locked by the collar, preventing deep breaths. Each breath provides 30% less oxygen. The wearer's stamina consumption increases by 20%, and stamina recovery decreases by 20%. Struggle Counter: If the wearer struggles, the collar will counter-attack, constricting itself and causing the wearer to be unable to breathe. The effect ends 30 seconds after the struggle stops. Sex Slave Identity Proof: Upon equipping, the collar automatically generates the wearer's sex slave name, which appears in their mind. The slave name in the mind cannot be deleted by magic. The wearer's shame increases, attention increases, allure increases, and passersby are more inclined to look at the wearer's neck. When the wearer is looked at by passersby, their shame increases by 1 per minute (number of people is cumulative). Cannot Be Concealed: Forged by the God-Binder and imbued with the world's fundamental laws, the Mana-Sealing Collar prevents the wearer from concealing their sex slave identity with magic. Concealment Punishment: Magic concealment is forbidden. Physical concealment is forbidden. Hiding the sex slave identity is forbidden. If the sex slave identity is magically hidden, the collar will counter-attack, constricting itself and causing the wearer to be unable to breathe. The collar will also automatically project a magic circle displaying the wearer's sex slave name, forcibly attracting the attention of passersby. For those who cannot see clearly, the name will automatically appear in their minds. The effect ends 30 seconds after concealment stops. Sex Slave Identity Acceptance: Forged by the God-Binder, the Mana-Sealing Collar prohibits physical concealment of the wearer's sex slave identity. If physically concealed, the wearer will be forced to look at the slave name in their mind, and when referring to themselves to others, their speech will be forcibly changed to their sex slave name. Through hypnosis, they will gradually accept their sex slave identity. (Note: The wearer is aware of this mental modification but cannot prevent it unless they physically remove the sex slave identity proof.) Adaptive: Crafted from divine materials, the collar adjusts its size according to the wearer, fitting snugly around their neck to restrict breathing without harming their health. God-Binder's Gift: The owner cannot activate the binding tool directly. The binding tool's counter-mechanism can only be triggered by the wearer's struggle. But who would willingly endure such agonizing tightness? Who wouldn't struggle? The wearer's desire increases by 5%. Every half hour, the wearer's desire to struggle increases by 1 point. After triggering the counter-mechanism, the desire to struggle decreases by 95%. Unstoppable: Forged by the God-Binder and imbued with the world's fundamental laws, the Mana-Sealing Collar bypasses all defenses, forcibly breaking through any barrier to lock onto the target's neck. Irremovable: Unless the owner agrees, the equipment cannot be removed. Current owners: Demon King, Succubus. Wearer: Sylvia.) (God-Binder's Binding Set Effect 2/???: 1: Enchanting Bondage lv1: Forged by the God-Binder and imbued with the world's fundamental laws, the binding tool slowly influences the wearer's mind, stimulating their desire for bondage and their fascination with the feeling of their delicate body being tightly bound. Currently equipped with two God-Binder items, the wearer's desire for tightness increases by 2 points per hour. Bondage Desire Accumulation: 0/100. Upon accumulating 100 points, the status "Enchanting Bondage lv1" is acquired: The wearer's desire for tightness increases by 10%. Note: This status, once acquired, cannot be removed.) 2: Bound Physique lv1: Forged by the God-Binder and imbued with the world's fundamental laws, the binding tool slowly modifies the wearer's physique to adapt to binding, fostering a fascination with it and a deep immersion in the sensation of their body being bound. Currently equipped with two God-Binder items, the wearer's Bound Physique Modification increases by 2 points per hour. Bound Physique Modification Accumulation: 0/100. Upon accumulating 100 points, the status "Bound Physique lv1" is acquired: The wearer's pleasure during binding increases by 10%. The pleasure gained from struggling during binding increases by 10%. After the counter-mechanism is triggered, the desire to struggle value decreases by 80%. Note: This status, once acquired, cannot be removed.) "Cough, cough, cough, what's happening? Cough, cough, sob..."

By the end of Chapter 2, Sylvia is burdened with extreme negative equipment and status effects. **Negative Equipment:** * **Godbinder Gag:** A restraint device composed of a solid red rubber mouthpiece and black leather straps. It is controlled by its owner, automatically flying into the target's mouth to secure them. It can only be equipped by females. * **Durability:** Max (Indestructible) * **Silence:** While equipped, the user cannot speak and is unable to cast spells that require incantation. * **Lust Poison Conversion:** The wearer's saliva is converted into a potent aphrodisiac by the gag. The wearer continuously accumulates lust points, and the reduction effect of lust points is decreased by 50%. * **Gasp Suppression:** With her mouth gagged, the wearer cannot gasp for air intensely. Stamina consumption increases by 10%, and stamina recovery decreases by 10%. * **Adaptive:** Crafted from divine materials, the Godbinder Gag adjusts its size based on the wearer's condition, forcibly stretching the wearer's cheeks taut and widening her mouth to its maximum capacity without harming her health. * **Struggle Counter:** When the wearer struggles, the gag retaliates by enlarging itself and tightening the straps, forcibly stretching the wearer's lips and tightening her cheeks, causing pain in her cheeks and soreness in her jaw. The effect subsides 30 seconds after the wearer ceases struggling. * **Godbinder's Boon:** The wearer cannot activate the restraint herself; its counter-mechanisms are only triggered by her struggles. However, who could endure such agonizing constriction without resistance? Who wouldn't struggle? The wearer's desire to struggle increases by 5%. Every half hour, the wearer's desire to struggle increases by 1 point. After the counter-mechanism is triggered, the desire to struggle decreases by 95%. * **Twilight Transformation:** The Godbinder Gag possesses both day and night forms. * **Unstoppable:** Forged by Godbinder, containing the origin of world laws, the Godbinder Gag can bypass all defenses in the world and forcibly enter the target's mouth. * **Unremovable:** Unless the owner agrees, the equipment cannot be removed. Current owners: Demon King, Succubus. * **Equipped by:** Sylvia. * **Magic-Sealing Collar:** A black leather collar forged by Godbinder. It is controlled by its owner, automatically encircling the target's neck to secure them. It can only be equipped by females. * **Durability:** Max (Indestructible) * **Mana Flow Interruption:** The wearer's internal mana flow slows, increasing casting time by 20% and mana consumption by 10%. * **Mana Seal Ring:** When the wearer's mana flows internally, the collar automatically tightens, causing the wearer to be unable to breathe. The effect subsides 30 seconds after the wearer stops casting. * **Breath Restriction:** With her neck locked by the collar, the wearer cannot gasp for air intensely. Each breath provides 30% less oxygen. Stamina consumption increases by 20%, and stamina recovery decreases by 20%. * **Struggle Counter:** When the wearer struggles, the collar retaliates by constricting itself, causing the wearer to be unable to breathe. The effect subsides 30 seconds after the struggle stops. * **Sex Slave Identity Proof:** Upon equipping, the collar automatically generates a sex slave name for the wearer, which appears in her mind. This name cannot be erased by magic. The wearer's shame increases, her allure intensifies, and passersby are more inclined to look at her neck. When noticed by passersby, the wearer's shame increases by 1 per minute (stackable by number of people). * **Unconcealable:** Forged by Godbinder and containing the origin of world laws, the Magic-Sealing Collar prevents the wearer from using magic to conceal her sex slave identity. * **Concealment Punishment:** The collar prohibits the use of magic for concealment, physical covering, or hiding one's sex slave identity. If the sex slave identity is magically concealed, the collar retaliates by constricting itself, causing the wearer to be unable to breathe. The collar will also automatically project a magic array displaying the wearer's sex slave name, forcibly attracting the attention of passersby. For those who cannot see clearly, the name will automatically appear in their minds. The effect subsides 30 seconds after concealment is stopped. * **Sex Slave Identity Acceptance:** Forged by Godbinder, the Magic-Sealing Collar prohibits physical concealment of the wearer's sex slave identity. If physically concealed, the wearer will be forced to look at the sex slave name in her mind, and when referring to herself to others, her sex slave name will be forcibly used. Through hypnosis, she will gradually accept her sex slave identity. (Note: The wearer is aware of this mental modification but cannot prevent it unless she physically removes the concealment of her sex slave identification.) * **Adaptive:** Crafted from divine materials, the collar adjusts its size based on the wearer's condition, fitting snugly around her neck to restrict her breathing without harming her health. * **Godbinder's Boon:** The owner cannot activate the restraint herself; its counter-mechanisms are only triggered by her struggles. However, who could endure such agonizing constriction without resistance? Who wouldn't struggle? The wearer's desire to struggle increases by 5%. Every half hour, the wearer's desire to struggle increases by 1 point. After the counter-mechanism is triggered, the desire to struggle decreases by 95%. * **Unstoppable:** Forged by Godbinder, containing the origin of world laws, the Magic-Sealing Collar can bypass all defenses in the world and forcibly break through any defense to lock onto the target's neck. * **Unremovable:** Unless the owner agrees, the equipment cannot be removed. Current owners: Demon King, Succubus. * **Equipped by:** Sylvia. **Godbinder's Restraint Set Effect 2/???** 1. **Enchanting Lustful Binding Lv1:** Forged by Godbinder, containing the origin of world laws, the restraints slowly influence the wearer's mind, stimulating her desire for binding and her fascination with the feeling of her delicate body being tightly bound. Currently equipped with two Godbinder items, the wearer's desire for binding increases by 2 points per hour. (Note: This state cannot be removed once acquired.) 2. **Bound Physique Lv1:** Forged by Godbinder, containing the origin of world laws, the restraints slowly modify the wearer's physique to adapt to and become fascinated with binding, indulging in the sensation of her body being bound. Currently equipped with two Godbinder items, the wearer's bound physique modification increases by 2 points per hour. (Note: This state cannot be removed once acquired.) **Negative Status Effects:** * **Estrus Lv3:** Current Estrus Value: 550/1000. All attributes of the status owner decrease by 30%, physical sensitivity increases by 30%, the effect of gaining estrus points increases by 45%, thinking speed decreases by 60%. After orgasm, estrus points decrease by 60%, "tidal" time is extended by 100%, dazed time is extended by 100%, and post-orgasm [X_X] increases by 200%. Estrus has reached such a level that estrus points can no longer be reduced except through orgasm. The choices made by the status owner will be significantly biased towards seeking more pleasure. * **Enchanting Lustful Binding Lv1:** Under the restrictions of Godbinder items, being continuously violated by a Demon King several times weaker, reaching unprecedented peaks in estrus value and post-orgasm pleasure. The pleasure gained was too intense, and under the amplified control of the Godbinder items, it has been deeply etched into Sylvia's soul. Her thoughts are gradually becoming fascinated with and craving the feeling of being bound. The desire to resist breaking free has decreased, and the desire to be actively bound by enemies has increased. The seed of desire for binding has begun to sprout deep within Sylvia's heart. (Note: This state was acquired under the bondage of Godbinder items and cannot be removed.) * **Bound Physique Lv1:** Under the physical modification by Godbinder items, her body has begun to adapt to and become fascinated with the inability to break free from binding. The pleasure gained from tightening and struggling has increased, the physical damage from binding has decreased, the desire to be actively bound by enemies has increased, and the strength of struggles after binding has decreased, reducing damage to the binding items. (Note: This state was acquired under the bondage of Godbinder items and cannot be removed.) * **Masochistic Craving Lv1:** In a state of tight binding, being continuously humiliated and whipped by a Demon King several times weaker, eventually reaching an unprecedented peak of orgasm during the Demon King's suffocating, tight whipping and violation. The pleasure gained by the body was too intense. That pleasure and humiliation of masochistic orgasm have been deeply etched into Sylvia's soul. The happiness gained from being humiliated by an enemy several times weaker after defeat and submission has begun to quietly grow deep within Sylvia's heart. * **Submissive Tendency Lv1:** Under the restrictions of Godbinder items, during the Demon King's tight, suffocating, whipping violation, she could no longer resist the instinctive craving for pleasure. Her mind completely surrendered to the pursuit of pleasure, and she finally reached an unprecedented peak in a state of self-surrender. This unforgettable pleasure and shame have been deeply etched into Sylvia's soul. The desire to submit to a weaker enemy after defeat and then be brought to an extreme peak of pleasure by them has begun to quietly grow deep within Sylvia's heart.

As Sylvia's attention was focused on her sticky soles, desperately trying to maintain her balance, the ropes behind her suddenly tightened, yanking her slender, fair hands behind her back. The sudden force caught Sylvia off guard. Her already precarious balance on the sticky soles faltered again, her feet slipping within her boots. She felt her center of gravity shift, her black-stockinged feet sliding clumsily against the slick interior of her boots. Simultaneously, the ropes behind her seized the opportunity, binding her fair hands tightly together. They wrapped around her slender upper arms, forearms, and wrists, tightening with each loop, digging into her tender skin, securing her firmly. "Damn it... I can't stand like this... My boots are filled with my own... Why couldn't that damned Demon King just be caught properly..." "And why is this rope so strong... I can't break free... Trying to keep my balance and struggle at the same time is impossible... Ahhh... No, wait... It's... it's choking me... Damn rope... It's choking me!!" Just as Sylvia was frantically struggling against the ropes binding her hands, a golden rope, like a serpent, stealthily detached itself and snaked towards her slender neck. It coiled around her throat, then suddenly tightened. The immediate sensation of suffocation and pain caused Sylvia's delicate body to stiffen. Her hands, struggling behind her back, instantly lost their strength. In that instant, the ropes binding her hands seized the opportunity, yanking her fair wrists upwards. In moments, her slender hands were twisted outwards, pulled towards her neck into an agonizing arc. Even with her body's remarkable flexibility, she felt a searing pain radiating from her hands. Her flushed cheeks bit down on the slightly distorted red gag in her mouth, and she let out a soft moan. While Sylvia's pained moans filled the air, the ropes behind her continued their meticulous work. One loop, two loops... they wound around her tightly, not even sparing her tender elbows. In mere seconds, her fair hands were bound together in a W-shape. The ropes didn't stop, continuing to wrap vertically around her forearms and upper arms, tightening and securing them. The slender ropes bit into the soft flesh of her arms like pythons, binding her fair limbs into an uneven, bulging shape, like a gourd. They continued to tighten to the extreme, making her pale arms feel like a single, unyielding unit, unable to spread apart even a fraction. The remaining rope then snaked through the gaps between her delicate fingers, winding around the backs of her fair hands, meticulously binding each finger. She was forced into a prayer-like gesture, her hands pressed tightly together as if one, preventing her ten exquisitely carved, pale fingers from ever separating. Only then did the binding of Sylvia's fair arms cease. "Damn it, it must be that missile!! It's causing trouble!! No, I can't be tied down!! The Demon King is still escaping! If I'm tied up, how can I chase the Demon King!! Break, damn you!!!" "Ugh!! I can't break it!! And why is it getting tighter!!" Sylvia, while pursuing the Demon King, felt a growing anxiety as the ropes behind her continued to bind her. If she were to be tied up here, the Demon King would immediately vanish into the wilderness without a trace. Not only would all the humiliation and pain she had endured be in vain, but if the Demon King called for reinforcements, with the gag in her cherry mouth and the slave collar around her neck, preventing her from chanting spells or using magic circles, she would surely be defeated by the Demon King's relentless attacks. The consequences would be unimaginable. Therefore, Sylvia could only continue to endure the sticky, viscous soles of her feet as she chased the Demon King, unable to stop. She even had to accelerate her pursuit under the extreme imbalance of her footing, while her hands behind her back strained with all their might to slow the binding of the ropes. "Huuu... So... so tired... Damn gag and collar... If... if my breathing wasn't restricted... I would have caught the Demon King by now... Huuu... My lungs... my lungs are burning... Oxygen... not enough..." Sylvia panted laboriously. With the God-Binding gag blocking her cherry mouth, inhaling oxygen became extremely difficult. Sylvia could only rely on her small, delicate nose to barely sustain her body's oxygen consumption. What was worse was that the slave collar and ropes around her fair, slender neck were tightening, further restricting her oxygen intake. Even at rest, she could feel the lack of oxygen, let alone while running at full speed to catch the Demon King. This only exacerbated her oxygen depletion, draining her body's remaining strength with every step. As she continued to chase the Demon King, despite her will, her body's fatigue grew stronger. The strength she exerted to struggle against the ropes behind her diminished with each stride. The Demon King in the distance grew further away. "Haaah... Damn it... So... so tired... No... wait...... It... this rope.... it's tightening around my chest.... Ohhh!!! So... so painful!!! How could this happen!!! Damn rope!! Get away from me!!!" After securing Sylvia's delicate hands and neck, the rope continued to snake around her smooth armpits and towards her front. It coiled around her full, ample breasts, tightening with each loop. Her already large and voluptuous breasts were squeezed into an enormous, swollen state. Furthermore, due to the drastic decrease in oxygen within her body, her delicate frame grew weaker, making it impossible to break free from the continuously binding ropes. She could only run, writhing her body in humiliation, struggling against the ropes that bound her. But it was all in vain. The more she struggled, the deeper the ropes dug into the tender skin of her body. The aching tightness of the ropes immediately engulfed Sylvia's entire being. The memory of being tightly bound and then whipped to ecstasy by the Demon King surged back. Under the influence of the aphrodisiacs, her recently cooled body was overcome with an unbearable heat. The binding constitution, activated by the God-Binding items, quietly flared up. The soreness from the intense binding was instantly converted into a flowing pleasure. The tighter the ropes constricted her skin, the more intense the tingling pleasure became, the more she craved it. "Ahaha!!! So, so tight~ but~~ but it feels so good~~ Damn it, how, how could this happen!! No! I can't let this happen!! The Demon King is getting away!! I, I can't be tied down here!! These damn ropes, get away from me!!!"

The snow-white, form-fitting long dress clung to Silvia like a second skin, its fine, smooth texture tightly embracing her voluptuous, curvaceous, and exquisitely beautiful figure, showcasing an unparalleled aesthetic. The front of the gown accentuated Silvia's full, proud breasts, with a subtle hint of the peaks' faint swell visible. The back flowed like a wave, perfectly molding to the taut, elastic lines of her hips, further accentuating her alluring, shapely S-curve into a more立体 and captivating form. "Ah, this dress is so beautiful, so gorgeous, and so comfortable to wear, but... it was designed by that old pervert..." Silvia bit down lightly on the red ball gag in her mouth. Though a subtle dissatisfaction flickered within her, she couldn't deny it was an exceptionally beautiful gown. Moreover, it was the first time Silvia had ever looked so sexy and stunning. The elegant, form-fitting halter dress showcased her completely sensual figure without reservation. The alluring, beautiful black lace stockings added a touch of mature seduction. A faint blush crept onto Silvia's delicate cheeks, and her heart pounded in her chest. Despite her minor reservations, she was overwhelmingly pleased overall. Glancing at the two glossy, thick, black silk gloves beside her, Silvia picked them up and slowly slid them onto her snow-white, slender arms. The gloves felt exceptionally soft and smooth, the fine silk clinging comfortably to her fair, tender skin. The thick, black, glossy style was adorned with delicate, elegant rose patterns, each one lifelike, shimmering with a subtle, alluring sheen. As her delicate hands moved with a graceful, almost orchid-like gesture, the rose patterns on the black silk gloves swayed gently, like blooming flowers, exuding endless charm and allure. "Finally, all that's left are these high heels." Looking at the dark purple, approximately 10-centimeter-high pointed-toe high heels on the floor, a sense of anticipation welled up within Silvia. High heels were typically worn by her mother and noblewomen, capable of infinitely amplifying a woman's femininity and allure. Silvia had always worn her own magical boots, immersed in the world of magic, never considering wearing beautiful shoes to adorn herself. Today, she could finally try them on and experience the beauty and posture of a woman. Of course, Silvia was unaware that her mindset was subtly being altered after her battle with the Demon King, influenced by her non-virgin status and the 'Divine Lust Incantation.' She was also unaware that, under the protection of the Divine Lust Incantation, these beautiful high heels were currently emitting an alluring aura, penetrating the magical defenses deep within Silvia's consciousness, constantly modifying and tempting her to wear them forever. Silvia bent her black-stockinged legs and crouched down, picking up the black-purple, red-soled pointed-toe high heels. She slowly slipped them onto her two black-stockinged feet, savoring the wondrous sensation of her black-stockinged feet meeting the delicate leather and satin of the heels. Then, the thin red straps at her ankles were wound round and round, crisscrossing upwards to her ankles. Finally, at the intersection of the two red straps, a dark purple light emanated, merging perfectly. Silvia stood up and forcefully shook her black-stockinged legs, finding that she couldn't kick the black-purple, red-soled high heels off her black-stockinged feet no matter how hard she tried. "What a marvelous design," Silvia marveled as she stood up. The sharp black heels tapped against the hard floor with a crisp sound. It was her first time wearing high heels, especially such tall, pointed ones. Almost all of Silvia's weight was pressing down on her fair-skinned, pink-tinged black-stockinged toes. Her sexy, beautiful figure swayed subtly within the dress, making it difficult to maintain balance. Walking was exceptionally arduous, and she had to be extremely careful with every step. The black stockings enveloping her snow-white dress and the pointed-toe high heels with red straps would sway with each step. Furthermore, the sole of the high heels, with their crisscrossing red ribbons, seemed to have countless tiny needles piercing the sensitive pressure points of her black-stockinged feet. It was bearable when she wasn't standing or walking, but as soon as she stood or walked, her black-stockinged feet would immediately experience a dense, unbearable tingling pain, which gradually transformed into a soft, numb pleasure. A large amount of subtle electrical currents coursed through the sensitive points of her black-stockinged soles. Silvia stepped on the hard ground with some difficulty, her black-stockinged feet pressing down slightly, trying to alleviate the tingling sensation by pressing on her soles. "Mmmph?" Silvia's wine-red eyes widened instantly. With a slight exertion, the tingling sensation in the soles of her black-stockinged feet seemed to intensify. The tingling in her delicate feet continued unabated, and she couldn't help but let out a soft gasp. Her small, delicate nose quickened its breathing. While it wasn't so severe that she couldn't stand or walk, to alleviate the subtle tingling, Silvia still needed to alternately press her delicate feet to relieve the tingling in the other black-stockinged foot. "Mmmhmm..." Just as Silvia was pondering the fine needles in the soles of her high heels, a complex and intricate pink pattern, resembling a uterus, suddenly appeared on Silvia's smooth, fair abdomen beneath the snow-white dress. The pattern flashed with a soft pink light and then disappeared. Subsequently, the Divine Lust Incantation completely erased Silvia's doubts about the fine needles in the high heels, replacing them with an inexplicable, firm conviction that the design of the needles in the soles was intentional and perfectly normal, nothing to be suspicious of. "Yes, aren't all high heels like this? To pursue beauty, Mother and the others certainly endure hardship. And I, as her proudest daughter, will also become a beautiful and powerful woman like her in the future. I must get used to this discomfort... Mmmhmm..." Thinking this, Silvia endured the discomfort in the soles of her black-stockinged feet and swayed towards Xiacona. However, Silvia was unaware that within the dark purple interior and red sole of the 'Lustful High Heels,' a purple magic circle was quietly activating. Through the fine needles piercing Silvia's black-stockinged feet, it was slowly siphoning the vast magical energy from Silvia's body. The magic circle's intricate magic patterns converted this energy into imperceptible, viscous lustful fluid, which continuously seeped from the tips of the fine needles. It was silently injected into Silvia's fair, tender black-stockinged feet, gradually increasing their sensitivity. The tingling sensation transmitted with each step on the ground also slowly intensified. Simultaneously, the instep of her black-stockinged feet was also being drained of magical energy by the magic circle, secreting thick, turbid monster semen, submerging Silvia's fair black-stockinged feet in a milky white fluid. As Silvia's steps continued, a gurgling sound, audible only to Silvia, emanated from within. However, this sound was absorbed and eliminated by the Divine Lust Incantation midway to prevent Silvia from noticing any abnormality, thus not reaching her ears. Yet, the sticky, slippery sensation produced by the thick semen within her black-stockinged feet did not disappear; instead, it became more pronounced as the turbid semen continuously secreted, as if wrapping her fair black-stockinged feet in a fine, lubricating film, clinging to every inch of her skin. While walking, Silvia only felt her soles becoming increasingly slippery, as if walking on ice with every step, making it harder and harder to maintain balance. The tingling sensation from the fine needles piercing her black-stockinged soles intertwined with this delicate touch, creating an extremely subtle and stimulating experience that caused Silvia's sexy, straight figure to tremble involuntarily. Her tender pink lips, holding the large ball gag, occasionally let out alluring moans. However, under the influence of the Divine Lust Incantation, Silvia felt that all of this was natural and unquestionable, requiring no doubt.