Battle of the Jade Continent Tight Bondage

In the rear courtyard of the General's mansion lay a vast training ground. To the left stood weapon racks, arranged in a cross shape, neatly displaying a variety of arms and armor, along with restraints like ropes and shackles. The center was a flat expanse of sand, encircled by tall fences. The wooden railings, weathered by time into dark, textured patterns, remained incredibly sturdy. And right in the heart of this training ground stood a woman in white, a formidable general, her presence commanding. She wore a gleaming silver helmet, its brim inlaid with ice-blue gems that cast a faint, cold light as they shifted with the illumination, mirroring the extension of her gaze. From the sides of the helmet, strands of soft, silver hair cascaded down, appearing like a sliver of the cold moon descending to earth when stirred by the wind. Her armor further accentuated her tall, upright posture. This armor was custom-made for her, fitting her curves perfectly, without a single redundant embellishment or any exposed skin. Beneath the armor, she wore an ice-blue battle robe, its fabric supple and light, yet capable of warding off the cold and wind. The hem of the battle robe flowed like a glacial waterfall, gently swaying with her movements, exuding an ineffable majesty. Her cloak was long and wide, as white as clouds, draped over her shoulders, lending her an air of solemnity and an elusive mystery. A silver sash was tied around her waist, from which hung her sword, adorned with a crystal-clear snow jade. Beneath the helmet lay a peerless, cold beauty that captivated the gaze, making it impossible to look away. Her face seemed to be the embodiment of the northern snows, her icy allure causing one to hold their breath. Her brows were like distant, painted mountains, sharp in their lines yet possessing a subtle softness; every slight furrow seemed capable of plucking at the heartstrings. Her phoenix eyes were particularly striking, their gaze flowing with a frigid glint from her ice-blue irises. Her nose was straight, the tip slightly upturned with a hint of noble arrogance. Her thin lips were pressed together, a faint pink hue like a budding flower in the snow, exuding a chilling allure. Even the most discerning artist could not capture such perfect curves. Her neck was long and unadorned, revealing a sliver of fair skin, like the only warmth in a snowy landscape. Her hands rested on the long sword at her waist, her skin so fair it was almost translucent, like jade formed from melting snow, so delicate it showed no flaws, akin to cherry blossoms kissed by ice and snow, cold and beautiful yet alluring. Her figure was the perfect proportion that countless women dreamed of, as upright as a pine in the snow, yet as supple as the jade waves beneath a frozen lake. Her slender waist, accentuated by the white armor, seemed even more graspable. The lines flowed naturally from her waist to her shapely hips, each curve radiating a seductive charm within her cold beauty. Her legs were straight and long, perfectly encased in greaves, standing still as her cloak billowed behind her in the wind, a truly breathtaking sight. Opposite her stood one hundred individuals, clad in white helmets and armor just like hers – her personal guard. These hundred were meticulously chosen, each one stunningly beautiful yet highly skilled in combat, capable of fighting ten men at once. At this moment, they held long ropes, standing proudly, their gazes sharp and fixed forward. Before each of these hundred guards stood a beauty whose appearance was no less striking than the guards behind them. However, these beauties wore no armor, and their eyes betrayed helplessness and sorrow. "The training today is to practice the skills of capturing enemies and escaping restraints on the battlefield. Before you stand true female generals of the Sheng Yun Kingdom, each seasoned in battle. You must tie them up in the shortest possible time, rendering them unable to break free. Do you understand?" "Yes!" "Begin!" "Begin!" "Kneel!" With Mu Bing's command, the previously still beauties of the guard moved almost simultaneously, shouting as they kicked the knees of the beauties before them, forcing them to the ground. These Sheng Yun Kingdom generals were indeed tough; despite being kicked and forced down, not a single one cried out. The beauties of the guard, holding long ropes, tied their arms behind their backs without preamble, binding them tightly with three loops on each side. Their grip was heavy, causing some of the Sheng Yun generals to let out soft groans. Mu Bing watched and listened, her face still cold, not uttering a word. The strength of the guard's grip remained unchanged. Before long, these generals were bound securely, unable to move an inch. Seeing that they were finished binding, Mu Bing walked into the crowd, inspecting the tightness of each binding. Her own guards were masters, each binding incredibly secure. Mu Bing reached out and pulled on the ropes binding a general, who involuntarily showed signs of discomfort on her face. This pleased Mu Bing greatly. However, even so, there were differences in the tightness of each binding. Mu Bing walked from one end to the other, inspecting everyone's bindings, then walked back from the other end. This time, she selected fifty individuals to step forward. "You bound them well. When capturing enemy generals on the battlefield, this is how it should be done. Next, we will train your escape abilities. The fifty people I just selected bound them exceptionally well, so you will now bind the other fifty and see how well they can escape," Mu Bing said. "This..." The beauties of the guard hesitated upon hearing that they had to bind their own sisters. "Don't go easy on them just because they are your sisters. If I catch you, I will hang you from the flagpole for public display," Mu Bing said coldly. "Yes." The fifty selected beauties of the guard paired up with the other fifty, one by one. However, after all, they were sisters, not enemies. They helped each other kneel on the ground before going to fetch ropes to begin binding. Before long, the fifty beauties of the guard were also securely bound. Mu Bing had already noticed during their binding that a few of them had held back when binding their own sisters. It seemed she would need to discipline them. Just as Mu Bing was about to go and inspect, she heard hurried footsteps. She turned her head and saw her second-in-command, Xue Rou, rushing towards her with a look of extreme panic on her face. Could it be an enemy attack? Impossible. It was broad daylight, and the two countries were currently in peace talks. There was no reason for them to attack. However, Xue Rou's expression was truly distraught, and Mu Bing dared not delay. She strode forward, asking as she walked, "Xue Rou, what happened?" "General, this is bad, this is very bad," Xue Rou hurried to Mu Bing's side. "General, something major has happened. Princess Qingcheng has run off to the border." "What?" Mu Bing's face, as cold and beautiful as frost, also showed a look of panic. "She... what is she doing here?" "We don't know. The news came from the palace, saying Princess Qingcheng was missing. Later, we received reports from various places saying Princess Qingcheng seems to have arrived at the border."

"Indeed, to capture the General who pacifies the south of the Snow Moon Kingdom in such a short time. If you give me more time, I will surely strike directly at the heart of the enemy and capture that Snow Moon Empress to present to my sister." "You're talking nonsense! Mother won't be captured by you. You're just an unreasonable and despicable scoundrel!" Qingcheng, hearing Helen bragging and speaking so disrespectfully of the Snow Moon Empress, immediately became angry and cursed. Her words were so sudden that Mu Bing, standing beside her, couldn't even stop her. "Oh? Mother? So it's Her Highness the Princess. No wonder you smell so good and feel so nice to the touch," Helen said with a smile. Qingcheng instantly realized she had said the wrong thing. "You... you're the one who feels nice to the touch, all over," Qingcheng retorted, though her mind was a bit jumbled. "Is that so? Then would the Princess like to touch?" Helen said, leaping down and coming to Qingcheng's side. She then grabbed Qingcheng's right hand and placed it against her own chest. The woman on the pit was so startled that she quickly nocked another arrow and aimed it at Qingcheng and Mu Bing. "You... let go of me... you're so shameless..." Qingcheng struggled to push Helen away, but this played right into Helen's hands. Her right hand immediately grasped Helen's breast. Ah... it felt so good... Mu Bing watched Helen leap down. Her Qinggong was no less than her own. She had initially mistaken her for a mere thief, but now she realized she was terribly mistaken. Seeing her tease Qingcheng, she reached out to stop her, but Helen grabbed her wrist. Mu Bing, unwilling to be outdone, reached out to grab Helen's wrist in return. If she could subdue Helen with this move, she wasn't afraid that the woman above would hesitate. She and Qingcheng could then be safe. Unexpectedly, Helen suddenly released her wrist, stepped back, and her expression changed slightly. "As expected, you're formidable," Mu Bing thought. Helen's move had been lightning-fast. If she hadn't let go, she would have been captured instead. She was not to be underestimated. "Fine, let's see how powerful you really are!" Helen said, attacking. Although Mu Bing's legs were bound and she couldn't stand steadily, her hand skills were truly formidable. Moreover, she could lean against the earth and stones behind her. Initially, she wasn't at a disadvantage. After a few rounds, both of them discovered that Helen's strength was slightly inferior to Mu Bing's, but her moves were just as skilled and exquisite, and her combat experience was in no way inferior. She was truly a well-trained master. On Mu Bing's side, her legs were bound, preventing her from moving. Helen, on the other hand, attacked with full force in every move, her feet swift as the wind. Before long, Mu Bing began to lose ground. Mu Bing was shocked. Although her legs were bound, she had practiced her hand skills for a long time. The opponent was truly formidable. Since joining the army, she had never encountered such a troublesome opponent. Every move she made was countered, and Helen skillfully used her height and strength against her, neutralizing her advantage. Qingcheng couldn't help but worry for Mu Bing. However, besides Mu Bing, she didn't want Helen to get hurt either. It was strange. This woman was clearly a shameless flirt, yet why did she seem to be worried about her? Was it guilt for having deceived her earlier? What was all this? She had unreasonably kidnapped her, so why wasn't she feeling guilty about that... While Qingcheng was lost in thought, the two combatants had reached a stalemate. Helen and Mu Bing grabbed each other and pulled with all their might. Mu Bing had more strength, but her bound legs prevented her from exerting her full power. They were locked in a stalemate, and finally, they both fell to the ground. Mu Bing thought, "This is bad." After falling, she immediately tried to get up and resist. Who knew that as soon as Helen landed, she quickly flipped like a kite and sprang into the air, pouncing on Mu Bing like a hungry tiger. Caught off guard, Mu Bing was pinned face down on the ground, with Helen straddling her waist. In her desperation, Mu Bing reached out her right hand backward, trying to push Helen off. To her surprise, Helen was already prepared. She quickly grabbed Mu Bing's right hand with both of hers, twisted it with a clever move, and used her knee to press the wrist firmly against her own waist. Mu Bing was almost enraged and, without thinking, extended her left hand to try and turn the tide. However, Helen, using the same method, grabbed her wrist, twisted it behind her back, and firmly secured it with her knee. With both hands captured and legs bound, Mu Bing could no longer resist. Helen, from somewhere behind her, produced a rope and was tying her wrists. Mu Bing had intended to capture Helen with a single move, but unexpectedly, after provoking her, she was captured instead and was now being tied up. She was both shocked and ashamed. She knew that earlier she could have accused Helen of using Qingcheng as a hostage, which was a despicable act. But this time, she had initiated the attack and was captured. Although her bound legs were a limitation, she, the aggressor, had been subdued by the other party. She couldn't say anything.

Perhaps heaven was helping them, for a thatched hut appeared deep in the woods. Qingcheng, still shaken, sat on the straw-covered ground, looking around and sighing inwardly. Ah, who cares about that now. This is not the time for idle thoughts. To save time, she had only managed to untie Bing's legs so she could move freely before they both jumped from the carriage and fled into the dense forest. Once inside, they didn't dare to delay for a moment, traveling at full speed for half a mile into the depths of the woods. It was only when they unexpectedly saw this thatched hut that they decided to rest for a while. So, even now, she hadn't had the chance to untie Bing's upper body! It was truly difficult for her, to have endured such a long journey in such a bound and embarrassing state. Thinking about it now, Qingcheng felt a pang of heartache. "Turn around, I'll untie you!" Qingcheng said to Bing, who was also sitting on the ground a few feet away. She didn't want to delay the untying any longer. "Mmm!" Bing still felt a bit embarrassed by this. A faint blush crept onto her beautiful face. If one or two of Qingcheng's personal maids were present now, and they could assist the princess, perhaps her embarrassment during the untying would be slightly lessened. But now, what other choice did she have? With that thought, she obediently twisted her waist and turned her back, revealing the series of knots to Qingcheng. It was quite shocking! Qingcheng looked at the crisscrossing ropes that had dug deep into Bing's flesh, and for a moment, she didn't know where to begin. Oh, if she had been treated like this, she would have fainted from the pain several times already. Thinking of this, her cheeks suddenly felt warm. Why was it that she suddenly seemed to miss the feeling of being bound like this by that girl from Shengyun Kingdom, with her chest forced high? She chided herself inwardly, forcing herself to concentrate on the technical aspects of untying the knots. After hesitating and studying for a long time, she finally selected the starting point. "It hurts so much!" Pingnan General, who had captured countless enemies, was being bound for the first time in her life. Although she had learned escape techniques before, the bindings during practice were different from being truly captured. She realized today that the binding techniques of Shengyun Kingdom were far superior to those of Xueyue Kingdom. Being bound by their ropes, the sensation of being untied was even more painful than being tied. After hours of tight binding, the ropes had almost become one with her flesh. To remove them from her body was like pulling them out of her flesh. Several times, she had almost cried out in pain, but she endured it each time to maintain her dignity in front of Qingcheng. However, she suddenly realized that after enduring for so long, the precious princess had only managed to untie a small part of the outer ropes. She was on the verge of collapse. She no longer cared about her dignified image or the possibility of pursuers catching up. She whispered, "Princess, can you... can you please slow down for now? It hurts so much... I'd rather... I'd rather be tied for a while longer..." Huh? Rather be tied for a while longer? Qingcheng found this difficult to understand. Did she enjoy this humiliating state of being abused? Otherwise, why would she be so hesitant about being untied? "Didn't I say, when no one else is around, don't call me Princess... Okay, I'll stop for a bit after untying this much!" Although she had her doubts, Qingcheng was still considerate. She carefully pulled the rope from another knot and then, reversing the direction of Helen's binding, brought it back around Bing's front. However, due to nervousness, her small hands accidentally brushed against her protruding chest as she passed. This sensitive bud, which had already been molested by Helen when Bing was cruelly bound, was now brushed again by the pure and innocent precious princess during the untying. It involuntarily hardened. Even Qingcheng, who had unintentionally caused it, felt this change. It made her and Bing exclaim "Ah!" almost simultaneously. The two beauties blushed crimson at the same time. Bing lowered her head in shame, and Qingcheng, flustered, withdrew her hands, not knowing what to do. After a while, Qingcheng spoke first, "Um... your... your butt... does your butt still hurt?" As soon as she said it, she regretted it. What kind of question was that? Even if she wasn't a princess, she had never seen anyone make small talk like this. She was so stupid! "Mmm..." Bing didn't know whether to answer such an awkward question or not. In the end, she changed the subject, "Let's hurry and continue untying the ropes. Otherwise, once they catch up, we'll never escape!" Thank goodness, she was finally free before the pursuers arrived! The moment Qingcheng pulled out the last rope, Bing let out a long sigh of relief. She turned to look at Qingcheng, who was sweating profusely from the effort of helping her alleviate her suffering. Without even bothering to move her sore arms, she couldn't help but embrace Qingcheng. Qingcheng, caught off guard, was initially startled by her sudden boldness and instinctively pushed her away slightly. When she realized she couldn't move Bing at all, she simply accepted it and let herself be held.

After a long journey with Ruoxi and Helen's personal guards, who were escorting the bound Mu Bing, Helen finally finished enjoying Qingcheng's perfect body. They rested for a while longer before slowly starting their journey back. Helen never expected that the moment the carriage resumed its movement, Qingcheng, who had been silent for a long time, would suddenly find a surge of strength after re-dressing. She stood up, yanked open the carriage door, and attempted to jump out. Seeing Qingcheng about to fall, Helen reacted swiftly, grabbing her and pulling her tightly into her embrace. "Let me go! Let me go!" Qingcheng, unwilling to accept defeat, cried tears streaming down her face and struggled with all her might. The moment she learned she would be separated from Mu Bing, she was consumed by immense fear. Even though she was bound and repeatedly violated and humiliated by Helen, Mu Bing remained her psychological anchor. Now that Mu Bing was gone, she was filled with worry and dread. Helen refused to let go. With one hand, she slammed the carriage door shut, blocking any escape. With the other, she held the beautiful woman in her arms tighter, speaking in the gentlest of tones, pleading for her to change her mind. For some reason, Qingcheng became even more resolute. Determined to make one last desperate attempt, she hardened her heart, ignoring Helen's pleas and threats, and insisted on being released. Though, she couldn't imagine where she would find refuge in this vast world if she were to miraculously escape. After a long while, Helen finally lost her patience, her face darkening as she warned, "Don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!" Seeing Qingcheng's incorrigible stubbornness, Helen's heart hardened. She forcefully bent the delicate Princess of Xueyue, whose beauty seemed too much for her clothes to bear, backward. Grasping one of her bound wrists, she used her other hand to snatch the sash from Qingcheng's waist. Letting Qingcheng's robes slide off her shoulders and arms once more, she unfurled the long sash and, without further ado, bound her tightly across her shoulders and arms. "I promised Mu Bing I wouldn't tie you. Now that she's gone, I'm not breaking my word," Helen chided as she bound Qingcheng. "Since you're so unwilling to stay put, don't blame me for being cruel." Despite her words, the way she treated Qingcheng was far gentler than how she had treated Mu Bing. The sash was only tightened at crucial points like her wrists, elbows, and shoulders. The rest of the binding was merely to restrict Qingcheng's movement, and even the suspension of her wrists was significantly lessened, only raising them to her waist before she could bear to lift them any higher. Even so, Qingcheng's face was flushed crimson. The soreness and pain in her bound arms were secondary. As a princess of a nation, being half-naked with her jade-like upper body bound in such a humiliating manner was an unbearable disgrace! Yet, in the hands of this powerful and wicked prince, she was utterly powerless to resist. At this point, she truly regretted her actions. Since escape was impossible anyway, wouldn't house arrest be far better than this agonizing binding? Now, she couldn't even use her hands to cover her chest, which was utterly mortifying. Alas, if she had known this would happen, why had she angered Helen in the first place to bring such humiliation upon herself? While Qingcheng was lost in her thoughts, Helen was admiring her bound beauty with a sense of accomplishment. With her arms bound behind her, the beauty was forced to arch her small, delicate chest, making her posture even more graceful. Her shy and resentful expression became even more captivating, mesmerizing even the experienced Helen. Qingcheng, feeling both shame and anger under Helen's gaze, struggled and protested loudly, "You... How dare you... How dare you tie me?! Let me go! Let me go!" "How dare I tie you? Because you're disobedient! I remember a saying in Xueyue: 'If you can't be bound together, you can't be husband and wife.' I refuse to believe that. Today, I will tie you and make you my wife!" "You... You... How dare you!" What? To be bound like this and become her wife? This was utterly absurd! "Heh heh, I've never known fear since the day I was born! You have no choice but to believe me. Tonight, I'll tie you, we'll have the ceremony, and then the bridal chamber..." Helen added at the end, "Actually, the ceremony isn't that important. After all... you're already mine, Helen's. The rice has already been cooked..." "You... You're talking nonsense!" Qingcheng was truly enraged and embarrassed by Helen's words. "...You're talking nonsense! What rice... cooked..." "You've done that and that and that with me, and you say the rice isn't cooked?" Helen adored Qingcheng's petulant demeanor and couldn't resist teasing her. "I did not," Qingcheng finally lost her patience. "Say that again! If you say it again, I..." "If I say it again, what will you do?" Helen pressed her advantage. "Have I spoken a single false word?" Qingcheng was furious and hateful towards Helen. She glared at her fiercely, wishing she could break free from her bonds and bite her. Wait! Why bite? Wouldn't that be too easy for this scoundrel?! Thinking of this, Qingcheng's blush deepened. Helen seemed to read her mind, looking at her with a half-smile, as if she were truly willing to let Qingcheng take a bite. This was infuriating! Qingcheng, who was already physically weak, was now bound and helpless, unable to vent her anger. In her rage, she disregarded everything and headbutted Helen. Helen never expected such a move. Caught off guard, she was struck squarely in a crucial area on her right breast. Although there was a layer of silk, the bud that had never been touched by a man was painfully bumped. What a little vixen! She actually... actually... actually rammed her head into my sensitive spot?! Heh heh, it seems I've been too lenient with you... "It seems the royal family of Xueyue truly has poor upbringing. Very well, today, as your newly appointed consort, I will discipline you on behalf of your mother!" Before her words even finished, Helen, who had subtly rubbed the sore spot on her chest, had already lifted Qingcheng's bound body and placed it across her lap. After what happened with Mu Bing today, Qingcheng knew what this posture meant even without Helen's announcement. Sensing danger, she struggled desperately and protested loudly, "You... How dare you discipline me?! Let me go!!!"

At the foot of the table by the bed, a peerlessly beautiful woman knelt, her face flushed, bound in a myriad of ropes. She was dressed in the dignified attire of a noble lady from the Shengyun Kingdom, yet her delicate body was scandalously half-naked. Deep brown, sinewy ropes crisscrossed her form, shockingly tight against her jade-like skin, digging into her tender flesh with no hint of mercy. Her snow-white breasts, delicate mounds of purity, were accentuated by the constricting ropes, rising prominently. Two clearly engorged, rosy buds pulsed with her rapid breaths at the apex of her peaks. Her slender, jade-like hands were bound high behind her back, tied to her nape, completely stripping her of the ability and will to resist. Her body was weak and listless, yet the collar around her delicate neck was pulled taut upwards, forcing her head to tilt back. Her cherry lips, bruised by a deep red satin ribbon, parted slightly, as if emitting sweet moans that were a blend of pleasure and pain. Her captivating eyes were filled with shimmering tears, ready to spill at any moment. She wore the skirt of a Shengyun woman, but the fabric was hiked up high, exposing what should have been concealed. Her perfectly rounded, impossibly pert buttocks, so shapely they would shame any beauty, were covered in pink handprints. Between the two mounds of creamy white flesh, a thick, jade-like shaft was partially inserted. The deep cleft of her buttocks revealed the tip of the jade-like shaft, firmly held in place by a sturdy thin rope that ran from below her navel. Unable to relax or extend, the rope, with no regard for tenderness, passed through a loop at the base of the jade-like shaft, digging deeply into her gluteal cleft before being secured to a horizontal rope at her waist. This arrangement further accentuated the high, rounded curve of her buttocks, making any comparison utterly futile. "She... it's her?!" she exclaimed, disbelief coloring her voice. "Didn't she escape? How was she caught and brought back?" "And why is she here now? In this state?!" "Even after so long apart, even in Shengyun attire, how could I not recognize her?" Qingcheng instinctively raised her arms, one hand covering her bare chest, the other shielding her eyes, too ashamed to look at Mu Bing any longer. She had heard and seen everything that had just transpired. Faced with such a scene, anyone in the world would surely be consumed by maddening jealousy. She averted her gaze from Mu Bing's eyes, filled with humiliation and shame, not daring to meet her gaze again. "In Helen's relentless assault just now, I was so uninhibited, even proactive. What kind of disgraceful image must I have left in her heart after all this time?" Qingcheng felt the world spin, almost falling from Helen's embrace. Fortunately, the scoundrel behind her sensed her distress and held her tightly, turning to look at the exquisite beauty tied to the table leg. "Why... why is she here?" Qingcheng's voice trembled. "This... looking at her dazzling attire, can't you guess, Qingcheng?" Helen, from somewhere, produced a date pit and used it to release Mu Bing's pressure points – since Qingcheng had seen her, there was no need to completely restrict her breathing, voice, or movement. The remaining ropes and the gag were sufficient to restrain her. "Why are you forcing her?! Such a profound humiliation... this is too much!" Qingcheng's words grew more impassioned, her delicate body writhing and struggling. While she admitted that Mu Bing's bound form was even more beautiful than her own, for a proud general of the Xueyue Kingdom, being forcibly dressed in Shengyun attire and then subjected to such agonizing bondage was a supreme insult. To put it severely, it was not just her personal honor that was violated, but that of her entire nation! Helen tightened her embrace around her wife, speaking unhurriedly, "Do you think I invited her with a grand procession? She came willingly as a dowry for Qingcheng! And a dowry naturally requires such attire..." "Nonsense! How could a general be a dowry... Untie her ropes quickly! To bind her like this... like this, in such a shameful manner, how can she face anyone!" "Binding her like this, don't you find it beautiful, Qingcheng? In my opinion, she eclipses all the beauties of the imperial harem... Don't you truly enjoy looking?"