A worldly goddess falls into an evil trap after being arrogantly kidnapped and is ravaged and tempered to complete her

This article is also known as The Tight Bondage Robbery of the Strongest Goddess, and The Infinite Tight Bondage Conditioning of the Goddess of Light.

"That Emilia, controlling my clones to wreak havoc... No, I can't let this continue. I must end this chaos." Ilena's beautiful eyes narrowed, her brow furrowed in thought. After a long moment, she rubbed her temples, a sudden flash of inspiration striking her, a perfect plan to finally put an end to Emilia. She raised her hand gently, a soft golden light emanating from her palm. Within the light, an ancient box slowly materialized. Opening the box, a set of mithril artifacts, exuding a strong aura of decay, lay within. These were the mithril collar, two bracelets, and anklets, found in the abyssal demon realm, specifically designed to suppress a goddess's power. The mithril collar was inscribed with intricate and mysterious runes, each seeming to hold boundless power. The bracelets and anklets were equally exquisite, their runes echoing each other, emitting a palpable sense of pressure, as if recounting the immense power they had once bound. Ilena toyed with the mithril collar in her hand, her captivating gaze lingering on the bracelets and anklets within the box. A flicker of hesitation crossed the depths of her sapphire-like eyes, but it quickly hardened into resolve. She first pushed aside her waist-length golden hair, tilting her swan-like, fair neck upwards. Carefully, she placed the mithril collar around her neck. Instantly, a chilling metallic coldness spread from her neck, rapidly enveloping Ilena's entire body like a layer of frost. Goosebumps erupted on her arms, and her body trembled slightly. But she merely bit her lower lip gently, making no sound. "Mmm~" Ilena's eyes narrowed, her teeth lightly pressing against her lower lip as she fastened the ends of the collar. With a crisp "click," the collar locked securely, the aura of decay seeming to intensify. Next, she retrieved the bracelets and anklets from the box, her movements elegant and composed, gently fastening them onto her wrists and ankles. At that very moment, a powerful and malevolent sealing force surged into her body like a raging tide from the mithril artifacts, attempting to sever her connection to divine power. Ilena's brow furrowed, a flicker of pain crossing her face. Yet, instead of resisting, she allowed the sealing force to wreak havoc within her. In less than a moment, from the outside, Ilena's once boundless and majestic divine power had vanished without a trace. In its place was a posture of decadent decay. Her gaze was no longer as bright and sharp as before, and her posture curved forward, as if she had instantly lost all her strength and radiance. However, beneath her seemingly frail exterior lay a plan that would make even the most depraved demon king tremble. "This way, they'll surely think I'm gravely injured," Ilena took a deep breath, straightened her back, and gently shook her hands. The mithril collar around her neck immediately transformed into a golden necklace, and the bracelets and anklets likewise morphed into a bracelet and anklets.

"What is this!?" the white-haired loli exclaimed, her eyes wide with a mixture of envy and shock at Iliana's seemingly miraculous divine skill. A moment later, Iliana gazed at the box, revealing several neatly stacked bundles of vibrant red ropes. She casually picked up a bundle and unfurled it. Her delicate fingers, encased in white silk gloves, gently caressed the rope. The black cord felt tough and coarse, its material seemingly woven from the sinews of ancient, legendary魔龙 (demon dragons). "So it's dragon sinew," Iliana's lips curved into a mocking smile. She had personally slain more than ten ancient demon dragons, each possessing power beyond the Saint stage. She hadn't expected their sinews to be extracted and twisted into ropes. Seeing the goddess fall silent, the white-haired loli's heart tightened. She cautiously probed, "Your Grace, ropes made from dragon sinew must be very strong, right?" "Very strong?" Iliana glanced down at her, her expression unreadable. "Mere ants. I annihilated their entire clan a hundred years ago." Her tone was light, her face not so much expressionless as it was arrogant, an arrogance that dismissed everything as insignificant. "Oh, oh~" The white-haired loli nodded vigorously, a look of sudden understanding dawning on her face. She then cast a gaze of pure adoration. "Your Grace, you are truly amazing. You understand everything with just a touch. As expected of the leader of light, capable of single-handedly battling the seven evil goddesses." To avoid Iliana's punishment, the little loli decided to cast aside her pride and, with her life on the line, do her utmost to appease the goddess. "Enough, brat. These wicked implements have already been purified by my divine power. Now, use the items in this box to capture me and present yourself to your great Demon King for praise. Do you understand?" Iliana narrowed her eyes, ignoring the loli's flattery. She carelessly tossed the ropes back into the box, then picked up a string of ice crystals between her delicate fingers, toying with it. A flicker of confusion crossed her deep blue pupils. What was this thing? Despite her vast experience, Iliana couldn't identify the purpose of this strung-together beadwork. Besides this, there were many other items in the box that she couldn't comprehend, such as metal hooks, cylindrical rods, golden bells, and pink spheres the size of pebbles. However, having just enjoyed the little loli's fawning, Iliana found it difficult to back down and ask for clarification. She feigned profundity, bringing the beaded string to her nose and sniffing it.

From the tips of her toes to her neck, Elena's body was tightly bound, constricted, pressed, and compressed by latex, rendering her unable to perceive even the slightest flow of external air. After only a short while, Elena felt a stifling heat develop in her skin where it met the golden latex, a damp stickiness that clung to her like a shadow. Once she was fully encased, the little loli produced a corset and wrapped it around Elena's already delicate waist. The "Pure White Dragon-Patterned Corset" extended from her hipbones to just below her breasts. As the loli cinched it with all her might, Elena's waist visibly shrank, accompanied by her occasional muffled groans. After a while, the loli fastened the corset. At this point, Elena's naturally slender waist had been forcibly narrowed by a full circle. Simultaneously, the flesh on her waist was uncontrollably pushed upwards and downwards, creating a perfect hourglass figure with towering peaks and a voluptuous swell of her hips, disproportionate to her chest, emphasizing a fiery, sexy physique. "My Goddess, this 'Full-Body Golden Zipperless Latex Suit' originally had a large amount of refined gold powder mixed into it. It continuously and intensely heightens skin sensitivity and is extremely airtight

"The Goddess is truly formidable. Any ordinary goddess would have had their joints shattered if their arms were twisted like this," the little loli wiped away nonexistent sweat from her forehead and approached Ilena, tilting her head up. From the front, Ilena's arms were no longer visible, making her appear like a beautiful armless woman, with only two exceptionally prominent pale golden headlights on her chest. They swayed precariously, looking like a lewd goddess using her breasts to the fullest extent to seduce and entice. "Mmm~ the restraints are indeed tight. I see now. If I struggle, I feel a tearing pain in my shoulders and back. This pose is too extreme, is it to prevent me from moving?" Ilena couldn't help but let out a soft moan. The gloves on her arms firmly restricted any possibility of movement. She even tried to twist and struggle, only to immediately feel a sharp, tearing pain in her shoulders. The single glove, however, showed no signs of stretching, proving to be even more secure than she had imagined. "I was wondering why Lord Emilia didn't use ropes. So these gloves can bind the entire arm, even affecting my ability to exert force. Such a restraint method is unheard of. Even after my purification rendered them useless scrap metal, their precious materials alone are enough to restrain most people in this era. No wonder Emilia used such a thing against me." Ilena's slender willow eyebrows furrowed. With her arms firmly bound, the two dazzling golden headlights on her chest became too conspicuous. As she lowered her gaze, she could see the two prominent nubs on them, feeling intensely annoyed. Her narrow eyes flashed with a cold light, and her voice deepened: "What a shame. These are one-time use, locking once worn. Otherwise, I would have made that bitch Emilia experience the taste of being bound herself." "There will be a chance, there will be a chance! Goddess, you are so powerful, Emilia will surely not be your match." The little loli's expression became even more respectful. Unbeknownst to Ilena, she had produced the string of beads that Ilena had sniffed earlier. She looked up, a rare flicker of nervousness crossing her face. "Hmm? Why are you so nervous?" A strange light flashed in Ilena's blue eyes. Noticing the little loli's sudden tension, her willow eyebrows shot up, and she stared at her coldly, her voice icy: "Speak!" "Uh~ Goddess, please don't be angry when I tell you." The little loli swallowed, holding the string of beads in one hand and pointing at it with a finger of the other. Then she pointed between Ilena's legs, her eyes darting around, her voice as faint as a mosquito's: "This thing needs to be inserted into your ass." The next moment, with a "bang~" sound, Ilena, who was sitting on a box, kicked the little loli twice in the chest and face. The little loli, dizzy, collapsed onto the ground, followed by the heavy press of a high-heeled shoe onto her small face. The little loli's small face contorted, tears welling up in her eyes. With a tearful, pitiful voice, she sobbed, "G-Goddess, i-it's not my fault, i-it's Emilia's request." This

The little loli saw that Yelena didn't resist, so she pushed aside the golden hair at her neck, revealing a slender, fair, and beautiful neck. Below, she could see golden latex covering the edge of her neck. She pried the collar open into two halves. Yelena seemed to sense something and proactively lifted her head, her fair neck arching like a swan's. With a "click," the little loli fastened the collar around Yelena's neck. Yelena's delicate body trembled, and a cold sensation made her feel a slight difficulty in breathing. Her nostrils twitched, her chest heaved rapidly, and her breast bells seemed on the verge of ringing again. At this moment, the little loli moved behind Yelena and picked up the thin chain hanging below the chastity belt. This was a thin chain extending from Yelena's anus, firmly pressed within the chastity belt. The little loli lifted the other

The little loli smilingly took out a thin chain and tied one end to the collar around Elina's neck, like a dog leash, wrapping the chain a few times around her small hand. "Mmmph?! Mmph?!" Elina, her head covered in a golden latex hood and her mouth sealed by a horse-bit gag, had her head yanked up by the chain attached to her collar. Her confused whimpers, muffled by layers of [X_X] gag, ball gag, and latex, were faint and inaudible. Due to the hood obstructing much of her vision, she couldn't clearly see the expression on the other's face. However, she instinctively twitched her only movable part, her shoulders, as if resisting the tug of the chain around her neck. "Your Excellency, the Goddess, has specially fitted you with this lead to prevent you from seeing the path clearly. You just need to follow the direction of the chain and follow me," the little loli's mocking smile grew more radiant, her crimson pupils glinting. She gazed at Elina, the once peerlessly elegant and dignified Goddess of Light, now squatting on the ground in an extremely lewd "M" stance, her ankles locked together

"Mmmph~ Ugh~!" Iliana's eyes fluttered open, revealing a pair of deep blue irises that held a mixture of confusion and exhaustion. Her long lashes trembled as her dazed gaze slowly refocused. A torrent of memories, enough to make her heart pound, flooded her mind. Her throat bobbed as a hollow ache and heat spread through her cunt. She had no idea when she had passed out. All she remembered was being placed on that terrifying tentacle carousel, experiencing wave after wave of forced orgasms. The memories beyond that were completely blurred. Even the slightest attempt to recall sent a wave of heat through her body, a fine sheen of sweat breaking out as a fire ignited in her lower belly. Her pussy, urethra, and asshole still felt uncomfortably full. The oversized dildo had been removed from her cunt, but her urethra and anus were still tightly plugged with foreign objects, preventing any gas from escaping. Though the massive dildo was gone from her pussy, the number of vibrators had not decreased. Iliana could clearly sense that in addition to the eight vibrators already lodged in her stomach, her now empty cunt had been refilled with a multitude of them. She felt a constant, pebble-like pressure and discomfort within her pussy, her sensitive flesh sending tingling signals to her brain. It felt as though any movement would reignite the overwhelming sense of being consumed by desire. *Where am I?* "Agh~" Iliana's finely arched brows furrowed deeply. She bit down hard on her lip, desperately trying to push away the lewd thoughts swirling in her mind. Instinctively, she tried to turn her neck to survey her surroundings and her current state. But in the next second, Iliana's eyes widened in shock, her pupils contracting violently. Actions that were once simple and effortless were now an impossible luxury. She couldn't even turn her neck, let alone close her lips. A hollow, multi-layered silicone "O" shaped gag was clamped deep within her mouth, forcing her lips open to their absolute limit, stretching her teeth and jaw to the breaking point. Having just woken up, Iliana had no idea how long the dental gag had been in place. But she could already feel the extreme stretching making her teeth, mouth, and even her jaw incredibly numb and unresponsive. She could barely feel her human capacity for biting and chewing. Even though Iliana couldn't see her current condition, the restriction on her facial features and the sense of being bound from all sides made her head feel like it was trapped in a custom-made birdcage, heavy with restraint. Her ears, nose, mouth, and eyes were all severely compromised. If there had been a mirror, Iliana would have seen the pathetic state of her reflection. The lower half of her face was encased in a custom-made latex horse mask. The mask was designed to mimic the shape of a mare's head, covering her mouth and half of her cheeks while leaving her nose exposed. Her forcibly opened lips continuously drooled, the saliva trickling down her chin and onto the mask. Beneath the horse mask, Iliana's cheeks were further restrained by straps that crisscrossed her face in a neat, orderly fashion, forming a seductive pattern. It was as if she were caught in a web of leather straps, with the horse mask obscuring a large portion of them, along with the silicone gag in her mouth that caused her to drool so embarrassingly. Only from the faint outlines of straps extending from the sides of the mask could one discern that the mouth of this stunningly beautiful goddess of light was filled with restraints. A mithril nose hook was inserted into both of Iliana's nostrils, pulling them upwards and exposing them. Every breath she took was accompanied by a heavy, rasping sound. Her ears were plugged with latex stoppers, and then covered with latex horse muzzles. Combined with the horse mask, the initial impression was that of a pig's snout and a horse's mouth – a grotesque and incongruous combination, yet filled with a lewd and comical air. Only her brilliant, dazzling eyes retained a trace of their former glory, still shining brightly. Two straps passed over the bridge of her nose, converging on her forehead. Beyond that, the crisscrossing leather straps distorted her once imperious features beyond recognition. In this decadent ensemble, it was impossible to catch even a glimpse of the peerless grace she once possessed as the strongest being in the three realms! Iliana's original collar had been removed from her neck, but in its place was a heavy, eight-centimeter-high neck ring. It clamped around her jaw and collarbone, completely encasing her long, fair swan-like neck without exposing a sliver of skin. D-rings were attached to the front, back, left, and right of the collar. If Iliana had been able to slightly turn her neck before, now, with the tight embrace and confinement of the high neck ring, it had become an impossible dream. The only parts of her head that could move were her pair of sea-blue eyes, which rolled within their sockets, and the soft, nimble tongue within her mouth. As it flicked out, strings of uncontrolled, glistening saliva dripped down her chin, forming thin, silken threads. With her head already subjected to such humiliating arrangements, it was only natural that Iliana's exquisitely beautiful body would not be spared.

Rough black ropes crisscrossed and coiled, binding Ilena's wrists, raised and crossed upwards, securing them tightly together. A short rope hung from the nape of her neck, wrapping around the center of her arms, hoisting them high. Her wrists, disguised as hooves, were shackled by a pair of handcuffs. The chain between them was thick, as if truly binding the hooves of a forbidden mare, forcing her fists together. The alluring, lustrous black latex suit was covered in dense ropes, binding her upper arms, forearms, and torso together. Her upper body had been redecorated by Emilia, with black ropes woven left and right, forming exquisite, flawless diamond patterns, completely encasing her upper body in a kote-style bondage. The intricate kote rope net further constricted Ilena's body, already encased in a double layer of latex, making her appear even more delicate. Her voluptuous breasts were firmly framed within the net's confines, the roots and cleavage of her breasts entangled by the ropes, pulled taut. Under the art of the rope bondage, her impressively sized breasts were exceptionally eye-catching. The uneven, bruised flesh segments, evident where the black ropes dug in, showed that Emilia had shown no mercy when binding her. Each step was executed with considerable force, even her waist, wrapped by the corset, was cinched even more exquisitely. Ilena's hands were tightly bound and suspended beneath her neck, her back straight as she knelt on her calves. A furry black tail protruded from her buttocks. Her senses were not mistaken; in front of her, emanating from her nether regions, was a dense cluster of bright pink wires. It was clear that her flesh-hole had been filled with at least twenty vibrating eggs, and the股绳 extending from the kote bondage firmly sealed her nether regions, securing the foreign objects embedded in her urethra, flesh-hole, and rear within her body. Her original eighteen-centimeter red latex boots had been replaced with twenty-centimeter high-heeled hoof boots. The front of her feet were locked into high platforms, each of her crystalline toes, fitted with toe rings, strung together inside. The instep of her feet formed a straight line, leaving no room for movement. A light "tap, tap, tap" of footsteps sounded as Emilia, draped in a light purple cape, appeared in the garden. "Ah ha~ Oh ah ah~!" Ilena's eyeballs rolled excitedly in their sockets. Her head, fixed by a collar, couldn't move, and her body, in this position, was utterly incapable of standing. A rapid whimper escaped her mouth, encased in a horse-bit mask. "Hehehe, you just woke up and you're already anticipating it?" Emilia's lips curled into a sinister grin. She strode to Ilena's front, her small hand extending a thin chain attached to the collar around her neck, and with a gentle tug, pulled her up. "Ah ah ugh ya~!" A flicker of panic flashed in Ilena's bright, sharp eyes. Her neck tightened, and her body was forcibly pulled upright. The unsecured twenty-eight-millimeter vibrators thrashed wantonly within her flesh-hole and stomach, sending waves of static-like tingling throughout her entire lower body. Her pair of round, slender, long legs stomped in small steps in place. A fluffy horse tail dangled between her two plump buttocks, looking exceptionally lewd. The hoof boots on her feet lacked heel support, her entire sole and heel suspended. All of her body's weight was concentrated on the forefoot, her crystalline toes pressing against the thick platform, stretched straight. Maintaining balance was incredibly difficult. Wearing these hoof shoes, let alone escaping, it was a challenge to even stand stably on her own two feet, much less walk quickly. And if she fell, she likely wouldn't be able to get up on her own. "Ah ah~!" A mournful whimper escaped Ilena's mouth, dilated by the silicone gag. Her feet trembled, repeatedly stomping on the ground. Her neck, tethered by the chain, tilted forward, concentrating most of her body's weight forward. She actively pushed up on her tiptoes, barely managing to stand stably on the ground. Ilena was immensely grateful that the bothersome vibrators inside her had not been activated, otherwise, she would have been utterly incapable of standing. Even so, a hot, sticky sensation washed over her crotch. Her urethra was tightly blocked, so it couldn't be urine. Damn it, why had that area become so sensitive? Just standing up... Ilena's cheeks flushed slightly, a look of furious shame flashing in her eyes. Her already hypersensitive body had begun to arouse simply from being so tightly restrained, let alone wearing two layers of latex that continuously fermented and amplified the aphrodisiac.

"Ahhh~! Ohhh~! Please, please spare me, I can't take it anymore, Emilia, Master, let me down now, oooohhh~!" Elena's bright, moist eyes welled up with tears, her pretty face flushed an intense crimson. Her ruby lips parted wide, a gargantuan gag ball filling her mouth. Her tongue, trembling, pushed against the head of the phallus attached to the gag, trying to force it out. Beside the external gag, two elastic yet incredibly strong straps dug into the sides of her cheeks. Just as she managed to push the phallus out with her tongue, whimpering pleas between gasps, the tension of the straps reached its limit. Her pink tongue, now weak, fell back, causing the slightly protruding phallus to thrust back in forcefully. "Ahhh~! Ooooh, cough, cough~! Ugh~! Ugh~! Ahhh~!" Elena's delicate voice shrieked, tears streaming from her reddened eyes, whites showing. The harder she pushed with her tongue, the greater the force of the thrust back into her mouth. The rough head of the phallus jammed against her throat, a wave of forced, deep thrusting leaving her struggling for breath. Her breathing grew ragged, her entire body convulsing as if shocked by electricity. The nostrils, pulled upwards by a nose hook, flared and contracted incessantly as she gasped for air. For days now, she had lost count of how many times she had tried to push the phallus out with her tongue. Each attempt was futile, only serving to make it feel as though she were performing oral sex on this lifeless object. Such a humiliating act of oral intimacy was something Elena could never have imagined before her capture. She never thought she would one day act like a whore, engaging in such debased, vulgar acts with her mouth and tongue, all just to briefly express her desperate pleas for mercy. If there were any other way, Elena wouldn't want this. But she was truly out of options. Her beautiful, alluring legs were folded at the knee, but not brought together. Instead, a short, twenty-centimeter rope was tied between her upper thighs and her ankles, just as she had been initially positioned when captured. Elena sat astride a wooden horse. A chain was fastened to her collar, the other end secured to the ceiling. Her legs, spread wide, straddled the sharp, triangular edges, clamped tightly. Her entire body weight bore down on the tender, soft, and vulnerable flesh of her pussy. After days of relentless torment, Elena had come to truly understand the wicked ingenuity of this restraint. The rope between her thighs gave her the illusion of not being completely bound, but the moment she struggled, the too-short rope would send her into a frenzy of maddening frustration. Elena's hands were encased in a perfectly fitting latex straitjacket, the ends of which were pulled upwards and secured by fine chains. Her upper body was thus forced into a perpetual forward lean. Her neck, however, was held immobile by the chain tethered to the ceiling, preventing her from lowering her head. With no other recourse, she could only sway her legs, clamped around the sharp, black latex triangle, from side to side, attempting to find a more comfortable, relaxed position. Unfortunately, each time she tried this, the only result was that the vibrating phallus embedded in the triangle would thrust deeper into her body, churning and grinding, sending her into frenzied, ecstatic screams.

At this moment, Elena had to admit a cruel truth: after a series of events, she no longer possessed the strategic, calm, and wise thinking of her past. Her body, subjected to long-term training and modification, lacked the unyielding spirit that made her invincible across the three realms. She now only thought of escape. Finally, with the remote control for the lust implant in the opponent's hands, she was hesitant and indecisive, unable to fully utilize her skills. She was bound layer by layer, leaving her with no retreat and falling into the hands of mere ants. Thinking of this, Elena's eyes dimmed with sorrow. She whimpered in rage, biting down on the gag, her tightly bound legs still struggling in defiance, trying to break free from the ropes. For any ordinary woman, being bound in such a manner would make even maintaining her position difficult, let alone struggling. But Elena, with her extensive experience in training, amazed the plump supervisor. He then removed the lace blindfold from her eyes and said with a smile: "Hmm? I haven't seen what you look like yet. Let me see..." He stopped mid-sentence, as if choked, frozen in place. His eyes widened, pupils trembling. "This, this, how can it be the appearance of the Goddess of Light!" the plump supervisor exclaimed in disbelief, staring at the stunningly beautiful, peerless, radiant, and holy face. He couldn't believe he had captured the legendary Goddess of Light, the ruler of the three realms. He took a deep breath, removed the gag from her mouth, and asked with a grim expression, "Who are you, and why do you look exactly like the Goddess of Light! What is your purpose?" His first thought was that it was a fake. How could the divine ruler of the three realms be tied to a gambling table like a lovesick fool? "Cough, cough, cough~ I... I..." Elena coughed after the gag was removed. Hearing the question, her face flushed with shame. Her beautiful eyes sparkled as if on the verge of tears. She pursed her trembling lips, opening and closing them several times, unsure how to explain. Should she say she was indeed the Goddess of Light? Then how could she explain her current state? "I, I am not the Goddess of Light. I just look like her," Elena said, closing her eyes tightly in humiliation. Her heart was a mix of emotions, a bitter taste in her mouth. She never imagined she would one day be reduced to a state where she dared not even admit her own identity. "I knew it. The Goddess of Light, Elena, is peerless and unattainable, a flower on a high peak, with unparalleled beauty. How could she be like you, a slut?" The plump supervisor nodded, his gaze sweeping over her disheveled lower body. He sneered, taunting her. Then, his eyes darted around, and an idea seemed to strike him. "But it doesn't matter... a fake can become real. Since you look so much like her, from today onwards, you are the real Goddess of Light, Elena. Don't worry, as long as you work hard and serve our guests well in Elena's stead, I will give you the information you want. Someone, spread the word that we have captured the Goddess of Light." He pinched Elena's chin, a wicked, ambiguous smile on his face. The latter half of his statement was directed at the thugs behind him. Elena's face changed instantly, flushing and paling. Even her moist lips trembled. Finally, she closed her eyes in pain, realizing that denying her identity had not led to a better outcome. "Tell me, what is this remote control about?" At this moment, the plump supervisor took out the remote control again. Instantly, he caught a fleeting glimpse of fear and panic in the woman's eyes as she opened them. "This, I... I was playing with it myself," Elena stammered, forcing herself not to look at the remote. "Oh? Is that so?" The plump supervisor's lips curled into a cold smile. He pressed the button without hesitation. "Since it's your own toy, I won't turn it off." "Ahhh~ Ughh~!" Elena's head shot up, her eyes wide open. The trembling latex skin emitted a "creak" sound as it rubbed against the ropes. She shook her head, biting her lip, as if enduring immense pain. "Turn, turn it off quickly. Don't turn it on." However, the plump supervisor stood by, watching with a condescending smirk. Helpless, Elena was forced to confess, her voice trembling. "It, it was put there by my master. She, she controls me with this. Turn it off quickly, I, I can't take it anymore."

"Hmph, a mere piece of meat locked up like this, and you dare to negotiate with me?" The pig-headed monster's face turned crimson with rage. He never expected the first words out of her mouth to be a threat. This was utterly outrageous, a complete inversion of hierarchy, a topsy-turvy world! Humiliated, the pig-headed monster roared in anger and, disregarding everything, lashed out with his whip onto Ilena's latex-clad skin. The longer this dragged on, the more terrified the guests would become. And of all the rotten luck, this slut had managed to trap the most noble human prince among them. It was unbearable. "Ahhh~ You, you're hitting me! When I'm free, I'll overturn this den of debauchery and slaughter you all until your blood flows like rivers! Ahhh~! Ohhh~!" Ilena's eyes widened as she yelled defiantly, but she was immediately writhing uncontrollably from the whip's lash. Her tongue lolled out, her expression collapsing into a pathetic, crazed state. A massive gush of orgasmic fluids, mixed with involuntary urine, sprayed onto the human prince behind her. She had been pushed too far. The interlocking chains triggered pleasure with every breath. Any struggle only intensified the pain and pleasure from the counter-restraining chains. Not to mention now, she had to clench her pussy to control the man's cock. The amplified stimulation made her sensitive anus tingle with exquisite pleasure. "Good, good~!" The pig-headed monster laughed in fury, dropping his whip. How long had this slut been trained? Despite being overwhelmed with pleasure, her willpower at critical moments was terrifyingly tenacious. If she held on any longer, the human prince behind her might be permanently crippled. "Hmph, very well. First, release my hands, you vulgar pig-head. Hurry, or that human's root will be lost forever." Ilena's half-lidded, seductive eyes shone brightly beneath the black, glossy latex hood. Her lips parted, appearing incredibly alluring. Her nose twitched as she struggled to draw in fresh air through the opening, her mind involuntarily racing with excitement. Was she finally going to regain her freedom? She never expected it to be at a time like this. It seemed the person behind her held a significant status, or they wouldn't have agreed to her terms. As Ilena lost herself in fantasy, unseen by her, the gentle-faced yet ruthless fox demon had appeared behind her at some unknown moment. The fox demon produced a twenty-centimeter vibrating electro-shock rod from his person and vigorously rubbed it against Ilena's crotch. The orifice designed to block penetration was easily breached by the vibrating rod, which pierced through her vagina, reaching her G-spot. "Ah~!" Ilena, whose mouth was now free, let out a sharp cry. A sudden, overwhelming sensation of being invaded and conquered in her most intimate region jolted her. She realized her pussy had been attacked and her face contorted in shock. Instinctively, she tried to clench her rear to threaten her attacker, hoping they would hesitate. But to her surprise, a surge of electricity erupted from her anus. The electrode pads concealed beneath the golden latex instantly responded, working in conjunction with arcs of electricity that coursed wildly through her body. Even the wicked functions of her anus were activated: vibration, rotation, and thrusting, all at once. "Ohhh~ Aaaahhh~! Ahhh~! Ahhh~!" Ilena's eyes flew open uncontrollably, her tongue lolling out of the hood. The familiar, intense electrical arcs caused her to lose control of her bladder, and her back and buttocks arched violently. Her escalating moans transformed into desperate, mournful cries of pleasure. The grip on the human prince's rear loosened involuntarily, and his slippery cock instantly slid out. The wretched Ilena could no longer use her pussy as a threat. Countless currents coursed through her entire body, driving her to scream in agony. "Ah, stop, you bastard, cheating! I ahhh~ stop, ahh~ I can't take it, I~ stop! Slut, ahh~ stop, stop ahhh oh ahh~ I can't take it, spare me~ I was wrong, oh, I won't dare again~! Ohhh~!" Under the onslaught of electricity, thrusting, rotation, and vibration, Ilena, who had been so imperious and arrogant just moments before, was instantly reduced to her former state. She resumed the familiar moans and lewd cries of the guests, her eyes rolling back, her three orifices spewing forth, each a testament to her past as a debauched mare. In the end, her pleas for mercy were so abject and pathetic, so utterly different from her earlier arrogant threats, that she was unrecognizable. Where was the unyielding majesty of a divine maiden of light?

Three days later. The vacuum latex bed was packed and shipped to a castle, where it was presented to Veltri. "I didn't expect to meet again in this way," Veltri said, her gaze gentle as she looked at the vacuum latex bed before her. She slowly rose from her throne. Standing at 2.2 meters tall, she possessed a magnificent, ample bosom and voluptuous hips. Her towering black platform thigh-high latex boots, with their twenty-two-centimeter heels, further accentuated her height. She had a cascade of wavy black hair and was enveloped in a full-body purple latex suit. The surface of the latex was adorned with black demonic patterns. Her two full, soft breasts were encased in transparent lingerie, and a blood-red latex corset cinched her waist, emphasizing her impressive bust and hips even further. Her hands were covered in black latex gloves studded with spikes, creating a unified latex uniform that exuded a solemn and oppressive aura. Veltri's smile was like sunshine melting away winter snow. She raised a spiked latex finger and snapped it lightly. The latex on the vacuum bed, placed on the floor, slowly receded, gradually revealing a golden head, a smooth, sweat-slicked forehead, wide, vacant beautiful eyes, a comical pig nose marred by a beauty hook, and a super-sized penis gag held in the mouth. Slowly, Ilena's body was completely exposed to the air. Her sluggish senses seemed to pick up on something, and her body twitched a few times. Her flushed, pretty face trembled, and her comical pig nose greedily sucked in the fresh air. "Whore, have you forgotten the rules?" a clear, authoritative female voice suddenly rang out. Ilena's delicate body trembled, and countless goosebumps involuntarily erupted all over her skin. As if by instinct, she suppressed the fatigue of her body, sealed within the latex bed for three days. She lifted her shackled hands and, with her shackled calves, stumbled frantically towards Veltri. With a "bang," Ilena's knees slammed heavily onto the ground. She raised her head, like a happy puppy, her nostrils emitting panting breaths of "hachi hachi." A playful smile played on Veltri's red lips as she watched the once arrogant and invincible Goddess of Light now kneeling like a defeated dog, her expression one of base fawning. A sense of immense satisfaction surged within her. She reached out and removed the penis that had been pressed deep into Ilena's throat, pulling away a large clump of wet, stringy saliva. She then sat down on a plush sofa, her legs parting slightly, her lewd, pink cunt exposed shamelessly to the air. "Mmmph~!" Ilena licked her tender lips a few times, swallowing all the glistening saliva. Her hazy eyes were thick with mist. The moment she saw the other woman's vagina, she couldn't control her instincts and pounced, using her fragrant tongue to serve her. "Ahhh~ Ahhh~! So good~! Ahhh~!" Veltri, usually stern and imposing, gripped the arms of the sofa tightly, her brow furrowed slightly. From her delicate red lips, involuntary, seductive moans escaped, her sharp, spiked fingertips digging into the sofa. As Ilena's sweet and nimble tongue roamed wantonly within the lewd cunt, a decadent aroma filled the air. Gradually, with the sounds of slurping and sucking, Veltri's body tensed abruptly. Her fair, tender cunt contracted violently, forming rippling waves. Then, with a "splurt~," a large gush of honeyed fluid sprayed out from between her legs, splashing onto Ilena's pretty face, leaving it sticky and messy. A look of intense humiliation flashed across Ilena's eyes. Her stunningly beautiful face, however, was one of infatuation. Dignity and pleasure warred within her. Under this agonizing struggle, her body trembled and convulsed, but ultimately, due to the function that sealed her climax, she was unable to release herself. "Hehehe, I never thought the once peerless Ilena would one day be licking someone's cunt. Such skillful technique, I can only say, it's just like you!" Veltri's triumphant and mischievous laughter rang out. Her spiked fingers hooked under Ilena's chin, lifting her face. She bit lightly, "Do you still recognize me?" Hearing this, Ilena, in her dazed state, widened her water-filled eyes. Her lively sapphire pupils gradually focused. The moment she saw the true face of the person she was serving. Her uniquely beautiful face instantly flushed crimson. Her slightly trembling eyes flickered with tears of humiliation. At this moment, her body trembled and quivered uncontrollably.

Her hands and legs were folded and stuffed into tight-fitting elbow and knee restraints, her forearms fused to her upper arms, and her calves pressed tightly against her thighs. "Damn it, this feeling is so shameful," Ilena's beautiful eyes flashed with indignation. She bit her full, rosy lips and looked at her limbs, which were supporting her on the ground with her knees and elbows. She felt like a trained bitch. She took a deep breath, trying to dispel the chaotic thoughts of shame in her mind, but the more she tried, the more the humiliation of being captured and imprisoned again surged into her heart. "I shouldn't have been so careless. If only I had managed to pull out the three dildos first, I wouldn't have been caught again," Ilena gnashed her silver teeth in anger, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her pupils misting over. She slapped her elbows on the ground, trembling with rage. *Clack, clack, clack!* The crisp sound of high heels on the ground echoed alternately, and two figures immediately appeared in Ilena's vision. Leading the way was the wicked Veltri, and a step behind her was her beloved light clone, "Sophia," whom she desperately wanted to reclaim. Sophia was wearing a pure white wedding dress, the attire of a saint, with long white lace gloves extending past her elbows. Her legs were clad in snow-white pantyhose, and her feet were encased in eighteen-centimeter white stiletto heels. However, the clone "Sophia" at this moment had completely lost her former heroic spirit. She had become a submissive dog, shaped like a mere flesh puppet. Especially with her incredibly pure and holy attire, it was completely incongruous with her current lewd and shameless posture. Not only was it incongruous, but it created a shocking contrast. Sophia's rather upturned, delicate nose was lifted into a debauched pig's snout by a nose hook. Her jelly-like soft, rosy lips bit down on an "O"-shaped gag, and her tender, fragrant tongue swiped back and forth inside her mouth. Her upper and lower arms were folded together, sealed by elbow restraints. Her hands were clenched into fists, tightly wrapped in white silk, and encased in transparent dog paw gloves. Between her legs, a spreader bar forcefully separated them. Shackles were locked onto her ankles, and the spreader bar, over a meter long, forced her legs apart to their maximum extent. A thin chain was locked between her thighs and ankles, preventing her legs from fully separating. This forced her body into a humiliating, semi-crouched position, hobbling her gait. "Sophia!" Ilena's pupils contracted. The moment she saw her clone, she couldn't help but slide her limbs forward and pounce. Halfway through her pounce, she let out a scream, "Ah~!" Her bright eyes rolled back, and her face turned red with strain. Ilena then realized that a metal dog collar was tightly fastened around her neck. A thin chain attached to the collar was tethered to the ground, restricting her movement to a certain range. "Heh heh heh, so eager to pounce when you see your master?" Veltri let out her signature wicked smile, glancing at Ilena. She said charmingly, "Are you in a hurry to see your clone? Don't worry, I'll reunite you now." With a pull of her hand, Sophia behind her scuttled forward like a crab, crawling left and right, leaving an "X" path on the ground. "Damn it! How dare you humiliate my clone like this." As they got closer, Ilena gritted her teeth, her blood boiling with extreme shame and anger. It was only then that she clearly saw Sophia's lower body. Just like herself when she was being trained, all three of her orifices were stuffed with dildos. Sophia was her 본명 clone, and she stored most of Ilena's power within her. As long as she was recalled into her body, she could regain her full strength. However, at the same time, they shared the same fate – prosperity or ruin. Once Sophia was summoned back into her body, everything she had experienced and endured during that time would be reflected back onto Ilena. Seeing Sophia completely lose her consciousness from the training, her hollow eyes showing no trace of humanity, as if she had become a complete bitch toy, Ilena felt immense sorrow. She had barely managed to hold on during Emilia's training, resisting complete corruption. But now, she couldn't guarantee if she could maintain her true self after summoning her clone back. "What? Not going to summon her back?" Veltri looked down at Ilena, who was supporting herself on the ground with her limbs. Her eyes rolled, and she asked with a smile.

Eliana never dreamed that her body, transformed into a mere pleasure vessel through prolonged conditioning, had etched such profound orgasmic memories into her very soul. Even with all her divine power, she couldn't suppress the instincts that had become muscle memory. "No, this, how can this be, how can I... collapse at a time like this~! Ahhh~~ Mmmph~!" Eliana bit down hard on her trembling lips, enduring the overwhelming stimulation, her face contorted into an expression of ecstatic delirium. Simultaneously, the three dildos buried within Eliana's orifices began to rotate. Their speed increased, activating functions like telescopic thrusting, rapid vibration, and electrical currents. The already slick cavities were subjected to a multi-pronged assault, becoming even more flooded. "Ah~ No... I can't... I can't... collapse... I must... I must hold on... I can control myself... I can't climax... otherwise... everything will... be for naught, ahhh~!" Eliana's teeth, clamped down on her lips, chattered uncontrollably. Her lips slowly parted, and the intense pleasure surged through her aroused mind, battling her last vestiges of reason. Her appearance became even more seductive, a thin thread of saliva escaping the corner of her mouth. Her hands, bound together within her gauntlets, clenched tighter and tighter. At this critical moment, Eliana saw the three thousand gods and demons in the audience, their eager anticipation for her return to her pleasure-vessel state. Her mind went blank for an instant, her sapphire-blue eyes widened, and an overwhelming sense of shame washed over her. "No~! I~ won't~ come~ out~!" Eliana gritted her teeth, each word a cold declaration. Her strong, resilient will instantly took command, forcefully suppressing all the pleasure within her. But as the words left her mouth, Eliana found her voice trembling with a seductive lilt. She could only clench her jaw, barely suppressing the urge to cry out. She knew clearly that if she screamed, all her previous humiliating actions would be in vain. However, this futile suppression lasted only a moment. The ever-accumulating, ever-intensifying pleasure, amplified by her aroused, seductive body, fed back exponentially. Eliana finally understood what it meant to be willing but unable, to have the desire but lack the strength. The surging, irresistible pleasure overwhelmed her resistance in mere moments. Her wet orifice leaked uncontrollably, urine spraying forth, quickly soaking the ground. Her hands, bound tightly behind her in a posture of "post-mortem concubine," prevented her from covering her mouth to stifle the impending moans. Tears of shame streamed from her eyes, her body trembled more violently, and the chains around her legs jingled, seemingly heralding the unspeakable to come. "I~ I won't~ fail~! Never~ I will never climax~!" Eliana bit her lip, her face a mask of shame and indignation, feeling the primal lust surge towards her brain. She knew that in this state, suppressing her desires was impossible, let alone breaking free from her restraints. Panic seized her, and her golden-latex-covered body involuntarily spasmed. Her fair skin flushed a deep red, like a cooked shrimp. "Right, Sophia, Sophia still has stored seminal fluid on her. No matter, there's no time to think about that now. Only by reclaiming the seminal fluid and restoring my divine power can I suppress this wicked pleasure." At this dead end, Eliana had no choice but to go all in. Without hesitation, she summoned Sophia, who lay on the ground, and chose to merge with her. Sophia's body on the ground became transparent, as if merging with water, transforming into a stream that flowed into Eliana's body.