Human and Demon Strongman: How come I can't break free from the Bastard Phantom Demon's bindings!

Before tying it up, I'm afraid I still have to explain the situation to her. 　　"Guest, normal slaves are tied very tightly during transportation to prevent them from escaping, you see ....." 　　Sylph interrupted her, her tone unkind. 　　"Cut the crap, feel free to tie them, tie them to look like complete and utter slaves, don't let anyone see the cracks." 　　"But then, you might be very uncomfortable, even unbearable." 　　Sylph snorted. 　　"Bastard, are you kidding. With those ropes in your hands, can you tie me up so hard I can't stand it?" 　　"Do you think all the sword training I've received in my life is just for show." 　　"Just because those ordinary slaves can't stand it doesn't mean I can't stand it either." 　　"You can tie me up as much as you want, betting on the honor of a swordsman, if I even grunt during the process, I will be ashamed of the name of Sylph that the lord gave me!" 　　Seeing this, Phantom Claw nodded and said no more, taking the rope and walking behind Sylph. 　　After walking to a position that Sylph couldn't see, the flirtatious expression on her face instantly disappeared and was replaced by a face full of calculation. 　　Since you don't care, then don't blame me for not being polite. 　　Although these ordinary ropes can't help you, when I finish tying up and unleash my abilities, you'll have a good time. 　　Phantom Claw put the ropes around Sylph's neck, preparing to first tie her up in a neck tie with a backhand sling. 　　After that, she would do a turtle neck bondage that included a stranded rope and chest bondage, and after that, she would gag her with her black silk, and after tying her legs tight, she would tear off her leather skirt, stuff it with a small vibrating toy that would penetrate deep into her body, and tie the neck limit tiptoe hanging bondage in her wagon. 　　She planned to tie all the ropes as tight as possible, and the power of the little toy was also turned up to the maximum, and the bound neck and tiptoe were also suspended to the extent that only a little bit of the toes could barely point to the ground. 　　I'll let you call me a bastard! 　　She wrapped the rope around Sylph's neck, leaving just a little gap between the neck and the loop, then looped it around the shoulders on either side, under the armpits, and wrapped it around Sylph's arms. 　　It had to be said that although the other party's body had been trained for a long time, and obvious traces of training could be seen, the skin was still delicate and smooth, and wherever one's fingers touched, it was soft and boneless, as if it was made of water. 　　Moreover, Sylph's body was now very relaxed, just as she said herself, not caring at all that Phantom Claw was in a position where she couldn't see it, using the rope to bind her upper body. 　　Phantom Claw wrapped the rope twice around her large arms and three times around her small arms, each loop fitting snugly against the surface of her skin, making sure that the rope sunk deep into her muscles so that there was no chance of her giving out any strength, the 　　The arms, which had obvious lines but were smooth and delicate, seemed to be like lotus roots being strangled by the ropes into a cut pattern. 　　In the end, the ropes of both arms were brought together to her wrists, and Phantom Claw clipped her wrists behind her back, crossed them together, and then used the cross-fixing method to make her wrists tightly wrapped in the ropes, making sure that there wasn't the slightest gap that could be struggled with from the top and bottom to the left and right. 　　With Sylph's wrists cross-bound and secured behind her back, it was no longer possible for her to move around and use her hands. 　　Phantom Claw then stretched the ends of the ropes upwards from her wrists, pulling Sylph's wrists upwards all the way across her back and lifting them up. 　　Sylph's shoulders could be seen expanding backward as they were pulled, and her breasts stood up high, her breasts wrapped in the cloth straps becoming more and more visible. 　　Phantom Claw wrapped the end of the rope around the loop of rope that was initially tied around her neck, so that the rope around her wrists and the loop of rope around her neck, were connected together, and the rope was tied around her neck. 　　She then took the end of the rope that had been wrapped around the coil of rope at the neck and stretched it downward viciously! 　　Sylph's wrists, immediately, were pulled back-sheared to an incredible height. 　　She was forced to hold her chest out and her shoulders flared back, the 　　Phantom Claw could see that her entire arm was in a w-shape, her arms were crossed and tied high behind her back, her fingers stretched out even to the back of her neck, and the rope was visibly sinking into her skin, as if vipers were wrapping around and biting her arms and wrists. 　　This is a very uncomfortable position, but the whole process, Sylph always did not say a word. 　　Phantom Claw was slightly surprised in his heart that 　　This doesn't even scream? 　　If it was an ordinary slave who was bound so hard by herself, she would have already been unable to stop herself from screaming out in pain. 　　The female swordsman in front of her, as expected, was a Black Iron level powerhouse, simply using ordinary ropes might not be able to make her suffer. 　　Moreover, looking at the ease with which she was doing it now, she must have been able to easily tear off the ropes on her body. 　　It looked like if you wanted to tie her up and make her suffer, you could only wait until it was all tied up and use your own special ability. 　　In this world, strength was honored, and people used the names of minerals to name ten levels of strength.

　There will be a brave man under heavy reward. 　　I think the sword girl in front of me wants to pretend to be her slave after being tied up all over her body, and when she smuggles her to the demon side, then she will break free from her bondage, save the prisoners of war of her own race, and return home with honor! 　　In the world, no one knows about their ability yet, everyone in the Border Town thinks that they are just lowly slavers, but unbeknownst to them, slavers have their own cards in order to prevent their slaves from escaping. 　　Today, let you know what will happen if you look down on the mongrel chimera in your mouth. 　　But she didn't show it, instead she silently continued to bind, not allowing Sylph to find the slightest break. 　　She continued to tighten the ropes just between her wrists and neck. 　　Sylph's shoulders were forced back at the limit by the rope tugging on them, holding her chest out to the highest degree possible. 　　Phantom Claw made sure that the had been stretched to a minimum at the limit between her wrists and neck, and then tied the knot to the inside of Sylph's wrists, a position that she couldn't possibly reach by bending her fingers. 　　After tying this knot, she tied another on top of the original knot, making sure that the dead knot was as dead as it could be. 　　An ordinary slave who was tied up like this would have already cried out in pain, but Sylph didn't even say a word in the pit, as if she had no pain nerves. 　　"Guest, how is it? The ropes are still professionally tied, right?" Phantom Claw asked tentatively. 　　Who knows, but Sylph's disdainful laughter came from the front, "Bastard, at this level, I really don't know how those slaves you tied up didn't escape? " 　　Phantom Claw gritted his teeth and stopped making a sound, but in his heart he buried the seeds of hatred. Being called a bastard three times, even his own vocational skills are looked down upon by the other party. 　　When I finish tying up your whole body, force you to hang on tiptoe in the carriage, and use my ability to make the rope on your body become bronze level, you will know why the slaves I traded with didn't escape. 　　At that time, you will be made to pay for your arrogance! 　　She suppressed her hostility and continued to bind Sylph's body, preparing to tie a tortoise armor bondage with strand ropes and chest restraints to the death. 　　She first took the ten meter long rope, folded it in half and tied four knots that corresponded to, respectively, the collarbone, chest, belly and ulna. 　　After tying the knots, she looped the overall rope around Sylph's neck from her shoulders, and underneath around her crotch and back around her neck. 　　The rope was all loose at first, but would get tighter as it was bound. 　　Phantom Claw's fingertips deftly weaved between the knots, sliding the rope down Sylph's neck, around her collarbone, and crisscrossing and tightening it just above the wrap-around cloth straps on her chest. 　　"Well ......," Sylph's breath hitched slightly, but quickly regained its composure. 　　Phantom Claw gave her a surprised look. She had no reaction when her arms were tied, but now that she had just touched the top of her breasts a little bit, she immediately let out a faintly unrecognizable light hum. 　　A swordswoman's breasts were so sensitive? 　　In order to verify his own suspicions, Phantom Claw deliberately pretended to touch her wrapped breasts again. Instantly, Sylph let out another soft murmur, and her muscles tightened up in a way that was visible to the naked eye. 　　This time Phantom Claw was finally sure. The other party wasn't afraid of pain, but the weakness seemed to be in the breasts and other locations related to pleasurable stimulation. 　　In order to continue further verifying the conjecture, she didn't continue binding the chest, but first strangled the strands between Sylph's legs. 　　"Mmm~~" 　　Sylph first let out a tantalizing gasp, a blush spreading onto her cheeks, and then she couldn't hold back at all, chortling furiously, "Bastard, where are you tying it? " 　　Phantom Claw pretended to be innocent, "Guest, this is what you asked for, all slaves are tied this way. " 　　"You, you! " 　　Sylph stifled the two you words, but they were lost. She remembered that she did ask her to tie herself up like a slave at first, the more she looked like one the better. 　　But how could she have known that a slave's breasts and crotch would also be tied up with ropes! 　　She herself had been training in swordsmanship since she was a child, and was not interested in that area in the slightest. This also led to the fact that she had never stimulated her body, and now, despite being 28 years old, she was still a virgin with a sensitive body. 　　She had thought that binding would only restrict her arms and legs, but she hadn't expected that it would actually bind her sensitive parts. 　　If she had known earlier, she wouldn't have allowed her to be tied in the strictest slave fashion. 　　But now that the words had been spoken, and in front of the mongrel chimera, one could not afford to go back on one's word and be looked down upon by her. 　　"Hmph, tie it however you like!" Sylph snorted coldly, forcibly suppressing the shame within her, and pretending to be calm, she straightened her back. 　　Tie it up, but it's just some rope, even if her breasts and bottom are bound, would she really be held by such a lowly means of restraint as a Black Iron ranked female swordsman? 　　However, she soon realized that she had underestimated the Phantom's binding skills. 　　The rope sank deep between her full breasts, creating an even more exaggerated curve in the already tightly wrapped chest. The skin underneath the cloth straps was reddened from the pressure, and the rope marks were clearly visible, as if the pair of voluptuousness would break free from their bonds and pop out in the next second. 　　Phantom Claw deliberately pressed the knot of the rope to the tip of her breasts and gave it a gentle tug. 　　"Hmmm .... "Sylph's nostrils steeply intensified, but she still bit down on her lower lip, refusing to let out a single moan.

　Without a moment's hesitation, Phantom Claw continued to wrap the rope tightly around her ankles, loop by loop. After wrapping the rope horizontally five times, it was then wrapped vertically between the ankles, tightening the gap in the center. The knot was then tied in the middle of the ankles, hiding the final knot in the rope. 　　This way, even if Sylph's hands weren't tied, it would take a while to try to untie the knots on her ankles with her hands. 　　After tying them, Phantom Claw could clearly see the muscles in Sylph's bare calves tighten a few times. Her feet were also tightened towards the center because they were restricted by the ropes, and her posture changed from the original figure-eight wide open to an upright position with a very small footprint. 　　Surprisingly, however, she still maintained her balance well, showing no signs of falling. 　　Phantomclaw looked up at Sylph, trying to see a hint of distress or pain on her face. But all that was visible was the other woman's towering eyes and expression of contemptuous disdain. 　　Phantomclaw was tempted to immediately strangle at her strands again, turning her expression from haughty to petulant. 　　But she eventually relented, and she lowered her head as she continued to bind Sylph's legs. 　　She used the same method to tightly wrap the ropes around Sylph's calf bellies, above her knees, below her knees, and at the base of her thighs in turn. 　　In the end, Sylph's pair of beautiful legs seemed to have turned into dumplings as if they were tightly wrapped with ropes. Large swaths of skin were covered by segments, and white delicate beautiful flesh protruded out from the gaps in the rope. 　　In the place where the rope loop and the skin met, the traces of reddened skin could be seen even more. The white and red color, coupled with the fact that her whole body was bound and unable to struggle, made even the Phantom Claw, who was of the same sex, feel that the other party's current appearance was extremely seductive. 　　Phantom Claw finished tying her legs and stepped back to survey her masterpiece, making sure there was nothing tied loose. 　　The originally valiant swordswoman was now completely wrapped in ropes, bound tightly from her neck to her ankles. Her straight back and taut muscle lines were instead more prominent against the ropes, creating a strange visual impact - the contrasting feeling of a powerful swordsman being unable to move after being completely restrained. 　　Just in case, Phantom Claw added. 　　"Guest, I spent such a long time to finish tying it up, even if it's hard, you shouldn't just rip it off. " 　　Sylph said disdainfully, "Don't worry, I'll cooperate with you and pretend to be your slave until the Demon Clan border. " 　　"Guest, I feel the need to remind you that pretending to be a slave is a lot of aggravation. " 　　Sylph's disdain deepened as she sniffed, "Bastard, cut the crap, your so-called aggravation is worthless to me who has been on the battlefield. I'm in a hurry, hurry to the next step. " 　　Phantom Claw nodded, taking the stocking he had just removed from the other's leg, hiding it in the palm of his hand and smirking, "Guest, open your mouth. " 　　Unsure, Sylph frowned and opened her mouth. 　　Phantom Claw immediately stuffed a balled up stocking into Sylph's mouth, and then wrapped the other stocking around Sylph's mouth in a swift motion to make sure the black silk in her mouth wouldn't come off. 　　Sylph only felt a flash in front of her eyes, and before she could react, her mouth was stuffed with something. She just wanted to make a move to resist, but she realized that her arms were tied behind her back, so she couldn't move at all. 　　And in this moment of hesitation, the chimera had already stuffed something dead in her mouth and tightly wrapped it around her stocking. 　　"Oooooooooooooooo! " 　　Sylph immediately raised her willow eyebrows and roared, but because of the stockings, the shouts were all transformed into whimpers. 　　She felt the silky texture in her mouth and realized that she was now holding in her mouth the very stockings she had just taken off. A wave of dry heaves and nausea hit her and she glared angrily at the chimera. 　　The chimera, however, smirked and said, "Guest, you just said the aggravation wasn't even worth it, so you can't back out in less than a minute, can you? " 　　The swordswoman just wanted to explode her strength and break free from the rope to violently beat up the chimera, but after hearing these words, she immediately quenched her fire. 　　Yes, she had just clearly said that any grievance she received was not worth mentioning, compared to rescuing her fellow prisoners of war and obtaining the Queen's honor, merely having her own worn stockings stuffed in her mouth was nothing at all. 　　If this difficulty could not be overcome, then how could she go deep into the enemy lines to save the prisoners? 　　She quickly convinced herself in her mind. But as soon as she thought of having a wet, sweat-stained stocking in her mouth, a dry heaving sensation came up in a steady stream. 　　She had to convince herself to force herself to hold it back in order to gain the honor of being queen. 　　After Phantom Claw finished binding Sylph, she turned to go prepare for the next step. But while turning around, she snuck a small bean-like item into her pocket. 　　It was something she had accidentally gotten when she had just forced the stocking into Sylph's mouth. The bean was wet, so I guess it must have still had her fragrant juices left on it. 　　Phantom Claw didn't know what it was good for, but since it could be hidden in Sylph's mouth, it must be quite valuable. 　　Anyway, her mouth was tightly gagged by the stockings. Even if she took it herself, she wouldn't know. 　　From the other room, she took out a jump-sheet and secretly hid it in her pocket, ready to tear the leather skirt and stuff the jump-sheet in it after Sylph was hoisted up on her tiptoes and bound for the road. 　　Phantom Claw looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction - Sylph was all tangled up in ropes and her mouth was gagged with stockings, so she could only make slurred whimpers. She reached up and tugged on the strands of rope attached to the turtle harness, and the rope immediately sank into the tender flesh at the base of the swordswoman's thighs. 　　"Oooooh! " Sylph's eyes snapped open and her body stumbled forward uncontrollably. 　　"Guest, just to be on the safe side, I'll call you slave from now on." Phantom Claw laughed softly, "I'm sure you won't be able to stand this bit of aggravation."

　"Since ...... since it is your order ...... then I ...... obey." She whispered, dropping her eyes to hide the sudden light in them that lit up like a beast that had found its prey. 　　Jasmine hummed in satisfaction. She looked around the room and stepped out into the relatively empty space in the center of the room, mimicking her memory of Sylph's initial stance, arms over her chest to accentuate her massive breasts that were almost ripping out of her shirt, chin slightly raised with utter arrogance and contempt. 　　"Let's get started, mutt. Show me what you 'got'." She closed her eyes, her whole body relaxing, while bronze level energy flowed silently through her body, like a volcano poised and ready to erupt when she felt threatened, breaking the ridiculousness. 　　Phantom Claw took the rope and walked behind Jasmine. At an angle Jasmine couldn't see, all the cowardice and coquetry on her face instantly disappeared, replaced by an extreme calmness and almost cruel calculation. 　　She scrutinized Jasmine's back. Tall, plump, especially the overdeveloped breasts that were almost perfectly weak. Although she had a bronze level energy base, the hammering and endurance of her flesh might not be as good as that of Sylph, a black iron level swordsman who fought all year round. Moreover, the race of breast demons is sensitive by nature, especially the breasts ...... 　　A vicious and meticulous binding scheme quickly took shape in Phantom Claw's mind. She was going to tie a rope bondage that was more complicated and emphasized breast stimulation and full body restraint than Sylph's then! A variant of the Turtle Tie, focusing on pressure and friction on the breasts, combined with the ultimate backhand high hang and neck tie, plus the equally deadly stranded rope ...... 　　She picked up the rope, rough and ordinary to the touch. But this time, the bottom of her heart was much stronger. Although the material had not yet been absorbed and her powers had not yet been formally upgraded, after binding Sylph and successfully activating her powers, she felt that her abilities seemed to have grown slightly, and that she was more comfortable with the control of "upgrading". Perhaps it wasn't all doom and gloom against the Bronze level Jasmine! 　　"Lord Jasmine, it might be a bit tight, so bear with me." She spoke in a still soft voice, and put the rope on Jasmine's white and slender, but secretly powerful neck. 　　Jasmine let out a soft grunt of disdain through her nose, not even bothering to open her eyes. She felt the touch of the rough hemp rope against her skin, and sneered in her heart, "Pretending, wait for me to try out your bottom, see how I can clean you up ......" 　　Phantom claw no longer talk, fingertips flexible action. She first wrapped the coil of rope around Jasmine's neck to secure it, leaving a smaller gap than Sylph had then, ensuring an initial feeling of pressure. The rope then split into two strands from the back of her neck, wrapping around her shoulders and sliding with precision to Jasmine's proud peaks. 　　When the rope first grazed the outside of Jasmine's nipple tips, Phantom Claw felt keenly that Jasmine's body tensed slightly for a few unnoticeable moments. 　　Sure enough ...... here is very sensitive. 　　Phantom Claw sneered in her heart, and her hands did not stop moving. She used a unique winding method, the rope strands are not simply wrapped around the chest, but as if knitting, in Jasmine's pair of full amazing breasts up and down, in the middle of the repeated cross, tighten, deliberately let the main knot and stress point, are compressed in the position of the breast root and the tip of the breast. 　　With each twist, she used her full strength, making the rope sink deep into that soft breast flesh, strangling the already large breasts even more protruding and changing their shape, and the tips of her breasts could even feel the obvious bulge and compression through the leather armor. 　　"Hmmm ......" Jasmine's brows furrowed slightly. The discomfort and inexplicable irritation from this binding against her breasts was a little stronger than she had expected. But she continued to hold back and did not make a sound. This degree was nothing to her bronze level physique. 　　Phantom Claw noticed her reaction, and with heavier force on his hands, he clipped Jasmine's arms behind her back as if he were binding Sylph, crossed her wrists, and used a cross-bind to fix them in death. Then came the crucial backhand high hang. 　　She pulls on the end of the rope, lifting Jasmine's wrists upward, forcing her to hold her chest out and her head up. A distinct tugging sensation began to be felt in the shoulder joints. Without hesitation, Phantom Claw slipped the head of the rope through the loop at the back of her neck and then, with all her strength, yanked downward hard! 　　"Uhh!" Jasmine was caught off guard and let out a short, muffled grunt. 　　Her arms were instantly pulled at an extremely high angle, a soreness came from her shoulder blades, her chest was forced up high, and her breasts, which were tightly wrapped and compressed by the rope, felt like they were almost going to explode. The knots of the rope sank deep into the flesh of the wrists, bringing a clear sense of pain. 　　This bastard ...... strength is not small! The binding technique is also really tricky and difficult. 　　Jasmine cursed in her heart, but remained confident. This level of bondage, she just need to exert a little force, she can easily collapse. She could even feel that the bronze level energy in her body was stirring, ready to explode at any time. 　　But she couldn't break free now, she had to wait, wait for Phantom Claw to finish the so-called "special means", she wanted to see with her own eyes, what kind of tricks this bastard could really play. 　　Phantom Claw tied the rope between her wrists and neck in the shortest possible knot. At this moment, Jasmine has already presented the standard posture of hanging high on the back hand and lifting up the chest, only compared to Sylph, her pair of huge breasts that have been specially taken care of, appear more "miserable", being deformed by the rope, purple-red strangulation marks are clearly visible in the white skin, and it is difficult to rise and fall with the breath. 　　Next, was the Turtle Armor Binding. Phantom Claw did as she had done, but paid more attention to the tightening of the waist, abdomen, and buttocks, as well as the ...... arrangement of the strand ropes. She deliberately strung the strand ropes extremely tightly and positioned the knots precisely against the most sensitive area between Jasmine's legs. 　　As the strand rope embedded itself in the center of her legs, Jasmine's body once again visibly stiffened and her breathing stopped for a split second. An intense, mixed sensation of discomfort and strange stimulation shot straight from her lower body to her brain. Her eyes snapped open, and a flash of anger and disbelief flashed in her eyes. 　　This tying method ...... was too nasty! 　　"Bastard! Where are you tying?!" She snapped, trying to hide the momentary panic with her authority. 　　Phantom Claw looked up in mock innocence, "Lord Jasmine, this is all standard slave tying, ah, to ensure absolute impossibility of breaking free and ...... ease of control. Miss Sylph was tied the same way." She paused, her tone with a hint of tentativeness, "If you're not used to it, we can switch to a looser ...... one." 　　"Cut the crap!" Jasmine interrupted her, forcing down the feeling of alienation in her heart, "Go on!" She couldn't show her cowardice at this time. She wanted to see if this binding of sensitive parts was part of Phantom Claw's "special means". 　　Phantom Claw lowered her head, the corner of her mouth hooked into a sneer of triumph. She continued to complete the tortoise armor bondage, strangling Jasmine's waist to a slender, hips outlined in a full curve, the whole body was covered by a tight rope net. Finally, there was the binding of her legs, tightly wrapped in sections from her ankles to the base of her thighs, completely depriving her of the freedom of her legs. 　　When the last knot was tied, Jasmine's entire body had been tightly wrapped in rough hemp rope. She stood there, arms hanging high, chest up, legs together, the curves of her whole body were exaggeratedly outlined by the ropes, especially her breasts and crotch, which were subjected to the greatest pressure and stimulation. She felt that it was a little difficult to breathe, a clear sense of bondage and pain coming from all parts of her body, and even more so, an inexplicable, forcibly ignored by her, dry heat began to spread within her body. 　　This binding, it is indeed difficult, and it is indeed ...... nasty. But the ropes, she could feel, were still ordinary hemp ropes! 　　"That's it?" Jasmine forced herself to endure the discomfort, trying to keep her voice smooth and scornful, "Where are your 'special means', bastard? Is it this unseemly, obscene method of tying against a woman's body that doesn't rise to the occasion?" 　　Phantom Claw took two steps back, admiring his masterpiece. At this moment, Jasmine, though still forcibly calm, showed that she was not unaffected by the slight reddening of her cheeks, her slightly rapid breathing, and the hint of sullenness in her eyes that could not be completely hidden and the subtle reaction of her body to the sensitive binding. 　　"Jasmine-sama, take it easy." Phantom Claw's voice was still soft, but there was a chill under her eyes, "It's coming." 　　She took a deep breath and concentrated, chanting the obscure incantation in her mind. Her fingertips quietly traced over the most crucial knots that bound Jasmine's body - neck, wrists, chest rope loops, and strand ropes. 　　Compared to when she bound Sylph, this time, she felt even more strained, as if an invisible resistance was fighting against her psychic powers. The mental energy was rapidly depleting, and fine beads of sweat were even seeping out from the corners of her forehead. 　　But she could feel that the foreign energy was working! 　　A wave of energy so weak that it was almost imperceptible, using her fingertips as a medium, quietly infused into the rope. 　　Jasmine had been secretly mobilizing her energy, ready to break free immediately after the Phantom Claw's so-called "trick" was performed, to teach her a profound lesson. However, just before her energy was about to spurt out... 　　All the ropes on her body suddenly tightened! 　　It wasn't a physical pull, but as if the nature of the ropes themselves had radically changed! The toughness and strength had increased by several orders of magnitude in an instant! 　　The rope that had originally only sunk deeply into her flesh seemed to have turned into a red-hot iron hoop, ruthlessly strangling into her flesh and bones! The choking sensation at her neck instantly became strong and incomparable, her wrists seemed to be strangled off, her chest was pressurized to the point where she could barely breathe, and that strand of rope was even burned into her most tender and sensitive band like a branding iron! 　　"Uhhhh...!" Jasmine was caught off guard and let out an agonizing moan, the bronze level energy that was originally poised to be released, under the stimulation of this sudden and far more than expected extreme binding and intense pain, it unexpectedly stagnated violently and became disordered just like a poisonous snake that had been strangled in its throat! 　　She stared in horror and tried to struggle, but found that the "ordinary hemp rope" that could be easily broken had now become indestructible! She struggled to twist her body, mobilized all her strength to impact the ropes, but the ropes did not move, but because of her struggles and strangled deeper, bringing more intense pain and sense of suffocation! 　　"No ...... no way!" Jasmine lost her voice and screamed, her voice becoming sharp and twisted because of the tightening of her neck, "What's going on with this rope ......? Bastard, what have you done?!" 　　She struggled desperately, her bronze level energy rushing wildly within her body, but it was like hitting an invisible wall, unable to shake the bonds on her body in the slightest! It felt like a moth that had fallen into a spider web, the more it struggled, the tighter it was entangled! 　　Phantom Claw looked at the violent struggle in front of him, but could not break free, face written with shock and disbelief of Jasmine, finally could not help, issued a free and icy cold laughter. 　　"Heh ...... hahahahahaha!" She walked over to Jasmine, who was drenched in fragrant sweat and in a sorry state because of her struggles, and reached out her hand, gently caressing her opponent's full breasts, which were deformed by the ropes and undulating violently, her fingertips maliciously tracing over the bulge at the top. 　　"What did I do?" Phantom Claw leaned in close to Jasmine's ear and spat out demonic words in a tone like a lover's murmur: 　　"Dear Lord Jasmine, don't you realize?" 　　"You, too, seem to be unable to break free from the bonds of this 'bastard' of mine." 　　Jasmine's pupils, due to extreme fear and unfathomable reality, suddenly contracted to the size of a pinpoint.

　Her eyes were half-closed, undried teardrops still hanging from her lashes, her breathing shallow and disorganized, an occasional unconscious whimper spilling from her lips. Every inch of her body ached, especially the muddy wetness at the center of her legs, reminding her of the humiliating betrayal she had just experienced. But at the bottom of the pain, a hidden, afterglow she didn't want to admit was still throbbing quietly, twisting around her will like poison ivy. 　　'Rest ...... just for a moment ...... to regain your magic ...... and you'll be able to ...... ' Jasmine murmured in her mind, trying to catch a glimpse of lucidity. But reality crushed her illusions like a cold iron vice. The slight shaking of chains sounded, and Phantom Claw's footsteps approached like a ghost. Those violet eyes flickered in the lamplight, the usual flirtatious playfulness on the surface, but the cold light of sophistication hidden deep within. In her hand she held a new wooden box, slightly larger than the previous one, with a twisted vine pattern carved into the lid that faintly whispered of magic. 　　"Lord Jasmine, it seems you did not sleep soundly." Phantom Claw's voice was soft and silky, but with a hook-like sting. She crouched down and her slender fingers gently lifted Jasmine's chin, forcing the other party's lax eyes to meet her line of sight. Jasmine's pupils constricted slightly, instinctively trying to incline her head away, but the pull on her neck allowed her to only let out a thin gasp, an unnatural flush rising on her cheeks - a mixture of exhaustion and shame. 　　"You ...... are enough ...... bastard ......" Jasmine's voice was weak as a mosquito's, with a hint of husky trembling. She tried to inject anger, but what came out was a limp begging. Phantom Claw's touch ran through her skin like an electric current, causing her to subconsciously juxtapose her legs, only to be rewarded with deeper friction from the stranded rope, and the residual sensitivity between her legs instantly awakened, bringing a hint of unwelcome tingling. 　　Phantom Claw laughed softly as her fingertips slid down Jasmine's neck, skimming over the indentation of her collarbone and finally coming to rest on those huge, red, swollen breasts. She didn't press hard, just gently, and the flesh of the breasts under the ropes deformed slightly like a sponge, causing Jasmine's body to jerk and a muffled grunt to squeeze out of her throat. 　　"Enough? It's only the first test, my lord. Didn't you say you wanted to infiltrate the People and get close to that Silver Sword Count Vivian? It's not a slave market in a border town, and the 'inspection' methods of those nobles are far more brutal than this little trick of mine. If you can't even hold on to this, how will you hide it from their eyes?" 　　Jasmine's breath caught, her chest rose and fell more, those huge breasts jiggling with it, the deep strangulation of the rope netting hot and painful. She recalled the details of her plan - disguise herself as a slave in training, infiltrate Vivian's castle, use her slavery to get close to her target, and then wait for the opportunity to take revenge and seize the legendary "Secret Treasure of Dragon's Blood". Everything should have been perfect, but now, she didn't even have the courage to look directly at Phantom Claw. 'Damn ...... this bastard ...... she's disintegrating me ...... but I must... . endure......' 　　Phantom Claw didn't give her any more time to catch her breath. She stood up and opened the wooden box, from which she took out a long, thick vibrator with a soft silicone surface. The object was as thick as a grown man's forearm, with a slightly upturned tip covered in spiral, raised patterns, and a flashing blue controller attached to the bottom, which faintly emanated a low buzzing foreboding. The air was filled with a faint aroma of magic power, which was the "essence of desire" that Phantom Claw had injected beforehand - a kind of auxiliary potion that could amplify the sensitivity of the senses. 　　"The second test: strong high tolerance." Phantom Claw shook the vibrator in his hand, his voice as calm as discussing the weather, "During the infiltration, you may be stuffed into a cramped transportation crate or immobilized on a wooden horse for long periods of time, and those 'accidental' bumps and inspections will keep the toys in your body working all the time. You will need to prove that you can remain conscious and repeat the plan without revealing anything under continuous forced orgasms." 　　Jasmine's pupils suddenly dilated and fear poured over her head like ice water. Her throat went dry as she stared at the hideous object and instinctively shook her head, "No...... it's too big......I......I can't take it! ......Bastard......spare me...... "Her voice was a sob, her body twisted in vain, the pulling of her limbs made her shoulder joints "creak". "The pulling of her limbs caused her shoulder joints to creak, and the pain caused her to black out. But the emptiness between her legs throbbed eerily in fear, as if her body had craved the impending invasion in advance. 　　Phantom Claw's smile deepened as she leaned down to untie the strands of rope between Jasmine's legs - not in pity, but for a more precise application. The moment the ropes were loosened, a cool breeze blew through the wetness of her flower, and Jasmine's body jerked, the sticky residue of her love juices pulling out in thin filaments as her face burned instantly red with shame, causing her to bite down on her lower lip so hard it almost bled. "Spare you? My lord, have you forgotten our agreement?" 　　With that, Phantom Claw's fingers probed into the slime first, stirring gently to confirm the wetness within. Jasmine's body arched like an electric shock, and a suppressed moan spilled out of her mouth, "Uhhhh ...... don't ...... touch ...... " Her legs instinctively clenched, but the reflexes in the team horse position prevented her from resisting, and she could only allow her fingers to explore with abandon. The sensitive inner wall has long been sensitive because of the previous "phantom vortex", every touch is like a fire, electric current straight to the spine, so that her waist uncontrollably trembling. 　　Satisfied, Phantom Claw withdrew his fingers, aligned the tip of the vibrator with the entrance, and slowly pushed it in. The thick object squeezed through the soft folds, the spiral pattern scraping against the inner walls, each inch of invasion bringing a ripping sensation of distension. Jasmine's breathing stopped, her violet eyes widened, and tears instantly welled up, "Ahh ...... too ...... too thick ...... stop ...... tearing ...... hahaha ......" Her voice broke with a hint of a desperate trill. Her body's instinctive response betrayed her - more nectar secreted from deep within the flower's path, lubricating the intruder and smoothing the advance, but also intensifying the humiliating slipperiness. 　　When the vibrator was fully engulfed, the tip rested precisely against the deepest sensitive point, and the base bulged slightly, catching at the entrance to ensure it wouldn't slip out. Jasmine felt like she was being completely filled, and the pressure of being stretched open swept over her belly like a giant wave, causing her to subconsciously contract her inner walls, only to be rewarded with even more friction, and an uncontrollable stream of hot water seeped out from between her legs, sliding down her inner thighs and dripping to the ground with a small 'popping' sound. Her face was contorted, her handsome brow filled with pain and confusion, beads of sweat rolled down from the corners of her forehead, soaking the blonde hair that clung to her cheeks. 　　"Good, that's it." Phantom Claw slapped Jasmine's ass cheeks, eliciting another spasm from her opponent. She turned the controller to its lowest setting and pressed the start button. Instantly, a low-frequency hum came from inside her body as the vibrator began to vibrate slowly, the spiral pattern writhing like a living thing, the tip repeatedly crushing the deadly bit of soft flesh. 　　"Oooh ...... mmmmmm ......!" A broken whimper squeezed out of Jasmine's throat, her body trembling like a sieve. The vibrations, though gentle, penetrated her nerves like a trickle, each pulsation amplifying into a tsunami that made the small of her back draw tight and the muscles at the base of her legs tense into wires. The huge breasts under the ropes swayed with them, their red, swollen tips rubbing against the remaining rope marks, bringing secondary stimulation. She tried to resist with her will, her mind mumbling over and over again the details of the plan-Vivian's weaknesses, the layout of the castle, the steps to revenge-but the pleasure came like a tidal wave, washing over her thoughts and leaving her with only bits and pieces. 　　Phantom Claw stepped back, clutching her chest as she admired Jasmine's reaction. The breast demon's body swayed like a desecrated statue: rope marks crisscrossed her skin, sweat seeping back out and pooling in her loins; her blonde hair cascaded in a messy fashion, unable to hide her flushed face; and her eyes watered with an agonized struggle and a hint of a hidden sinking within. "How does it feel, my lord? Is this constant 'internal massage' more ...... intimate than the previous toy?" 　　Jasmine didn't answer; she clenched her teeth, her forehead bruised, and tried to divert her attention. But the rhythm of the vibrator gradually increased, and Phantom Claw's fingers flicked the controller, turning the intensity up to mid-range. The buzzing intensified as the spiral pattern inside began to rotate at high speed, the tip hitting the sensitive spot like a hammer blow, each time going straight to the depths of her soul. 　　"Aha ...... no ...... to ...... stop ...... quickly! " Jasmine's voice turned into a high pitched scream as she finally broke down. Her back arched violently forward and was pulled back by the ropes, the pulling of her limbs in the teamster position setting her shoulder blades on fire. Pleasure erupted like a volcano, erupting from the center of her legs and sweeping through her body: her belly spasmed, her flower path contracted violently, the inner walls wrapped around the vibrator sucked like hunger; the swelling and pain of her huge breasts intensified, the tips of her nipples stood up and seeped out more transparent liquid; even the choking sensation in her throat was transformed bizarrely into a tingling sensation as the vibration went on. Her brain buzzed and her vision blurred, leaving only white-hot waves.

　"What did you do to her?!" Elena stepped in front of Jasmine, her staff almost poking her in the face, her voice shaking slightly with anger, "Where is Sylph now? SAY!" 　　Jasmine closed her eyes, as if she didn't care about this human noblewoman, who seemed to her to be a "milquetoast". This kind of disregard completely enraged Elena. 　　"Not saying anything?" Elena's face revealed a touch of almost cruel cold smile that was very different from her sweet appearance, "Very well ...... just in time, I recently learned a few ...... specialties to 'entertain' disobedient demons. ' disobedient Demon Race's small magic, it's not bad to practice on you!" 　　She turned her head to look at Phantom Claw, her tone undeniable, "Get her to the interrogation room inside! I'm going to personally 'ask' her where she hid my Sylph!" 　　Phantom Claw's heart secretly rejoiced, but his face revealed a look of fear and hesitation, "Second Miss, this ......" 　　"Less nonsense!" Elena interrupted sternly, "She bought away Sylph! She is my enemy! Do as I say! Or do ...... you want to try my magic with her?" 　　"I dare not! I'll do as I'm told!" Phantom Claw bowed hastily, stepped forward to untie Jasmine, and half-dragged, half-carried the frail and powerless her towards the dark and damp interrogation room in the courtyard, where all kinds of improvised torture instruments were placed. 　　Elena instructed the two female guards, "You guard the door, no one is allowed to come in without my order!" 　　"Yes, Second Miss!" 　　The door to the interrogation room was closed heavily, isolating the inside and outside. The dim oil lamp cast wavering light on the walls, and the air was filled with a musty odor and a faint smell of blood. 　　Jasmine was fixed to the iron torture rack in the center of the room with special shackles by Phantom Claw, still in a state of full-body bondage, only that her position changed from a team of horses to being suspended with her arms spread wide and her feet barely pointing to the ground on the tips of her toes. This position was slightly better than hanging, but it still left most of her weight on her arms and the collar around her neck, which didn't ease the pain much. 　　Elena slowly walked over to Jasmine, the staff in her hand emanating an ominous wave of magic. She looked at Jasmine's body that was covered with rope marks and sweat, but still could not hide her plump and seductive body, and there was not the slightest bit of pity in her eyes, but only cold hatred and an ...... excitement that she was about to vent her anger. 　　"I'm going to ask you one last time," Elena's voice was crystal clear in the dimly lit interrogation room, "Sylph, where is it?" 　　Jasmine opened her eyes, a hint of weariness in her violet eyes, but more of a sneer, "That ...... little blonde bitch? Hmph ...... She's ...... afraid she's in some ...... dark corner right now, like a she-cat in heat ...... writhing ...... and begging for someone ...... to give her more it ...... huh huh ...... " 　　Her words were vicious and nasty, deliberately provoking Elena. 　　Sure enough, Elena's breathing suddenly shortened, her cheeks reddening with anger: "You seek death!" 　　She no longer hesitated, and her staff fiercely pointed at Jasmine! 　　It wasn't a powerful attack magic, but a subtle, blue arc-like energy beam that accurately struck the tip of Jasmine's left breast that was swollen by the rope! 　　"Uhhhhhhhh-!!!" 　　A mournful scream instantly erupted from Jasmine's mouth! It wasn't pure pain, but a mixture of sharp pain, a sharp paralyzing sensation and an indescribable, straight-to-the-brain stimulation! Her body bounced violently upwards and was pulled back down hard by the shackles, spasming violently as those huge, cruelly bound breasts jiggled wildly, their tips becoming even redder and harder as the electricity arced through them. 　　"Looks like it's pretty sensitive here." Elena sneered, an innocent cruelty in her tone as she seemed to find amusement in Jasmine's violent reaction, "The Breast Demon Clan ...... really lives up to its name." 　　She swung her staff again, this time, it was several consecutive subtle arcs of electricity that ran like vipers towards Jasmine's breasts, focusing on those two much-ravaged buds! 　　"Yaaah! Stop! Uhhhhhh-!!!" Jasmine desperately twisted her body in a desperate attempt to avoid it, but the shackles and ropes held her firmly in place, and she could only passively endure this sudden, targeted torture of her sensitive parts. The electric arc brought not only pain, but an intense, physical stimulation that left her mortified, as if a million tiny needles were simultaneously stabbing her nerve endings, pushing her to the edge of losing control. 　　Tears welled up uncontrollably, mixing with the sweat. She clenched her teeth, but couldn't suppress the broken moans and wails that spilled from her throat. 　　"Say it or not?" Elena pressed a step closer, her staff almost touching Jasmine's skin, "Where the hell is Sylph?!" 　　"Bah!" Jasmine spat a bloodied spit in Elena's direction, albeit with little force due to her weakness, "Little bitch ...... that's all you ...... know how to do... . tickling ...... skills?" 　　"Tickling?" Elena laughed instead of being angry, and that smile looked a little weird in the dim light, "Fine, then I'll let you taste the ...... taste of real 'tickling'!" 　　She suddenly changed her magic. The light at the top of the staff shifted from blue to an eerie light green color. She stretched out her empty left hand, her fingertips haunted with a light green magical aura, and slowly, like a feather, she brushed over Jasmine's bare armpits, covered with fine beads of sweat. 　　"!!!" 　　Jasmine's body stiffened violently like an arrow shot from a strong bow! Immediately afterward, uncontrollable, twisted laughter erupted from her throat! 　　"Haha ...... no ...... hahahahaha ...... stop ......! " Her reaction was even more intense than when she was electrocuted before! Her whole body twisted and struggled frantically, the shackles clattering as she pulled them. The drilling, unbearable itch from her armpits hit her sanity defenses more directly than the pain! 　　"Looks like this is your weak spot?" Elena looked as if she had discovered a new continent, with a gleam of excitement and malice in her eyes. She no longer used her fingertips, but began to use that light green magic aura, like an invisible brush, to quickly and vigorously "tickle" Jasmine's armpits, waist side, and even those most ticklish parts of her inner thighs! 　　"Yahahahahaha ...... no ...... don't ...... stop ...... stop! ...... hahahaha ...... I can't take it anymore ...... ahhhhh!" Jasmine broke down completely, laughing so hard that her eyes raced with tears as her body twisted into all sorts of strange positions in an attempt to escape the ubiquitous and terrifying tickling. The arrogance and toughness she once had was crushed to pieces in the face of this primal, uncontrollable physical reaction. She cried and begged for mercy like a little girl for tickling, her dignity gone. 　　Phantom Claw stood in the shadows of the corner, silently watching the scene. Watching that Milk Demon who had once forced herself to kneel down and lick her boots, now in the hands of another person, tortured to death in another way. Her heart was filled with icy pleasure. 　　"Speak or not? Where is Sylph?" Elena questioned in a stern voice as she continued her "magic tickling".

　　The cold air touched her skin, causing her to involuntarily raise a layer of tiny goosebumps, and her cheeks reddened even more. But she forced herself to resist the urge to cover it with her hands, still trying to maintain that condescending stance, only the slightly fluttering eyelashes and tightly pursed lips gave away her inner tension. 　　"Is that all right, bastard?" She deliberately used an impatient tone to hide her shyness. 　　There was an imperceptible glint of admiration in Phantom Claw's eyes, but more than that, it was the anticipation of destroying this "perfection". She nodded humbly, "That's fine, Miss. Then ...... I am offended." 　　She took the rope and walked behind Elena. At an angle Elena couldn't see, her eyes instantly became focused and cold, like the most skillful hunter starting to set up a trap. 　　She first took a longer piece of twine, folded it in half, and wrapped it around Elena's body, with the center point of the rope loop placed at the back of her neck, and then threaded each end under her armpits and behind her back. "First up is the most basic neck binding and rear hand bondage, second lady, this will force you to hold your chest out and up, one of the standard positions for slaves, and it may be a little ...... hard to breathe, so please bear with me." 　　Elena let out a soft grunt of disdain through her nose. 　　Phantom Claw's movements were skillful and swift as she clipped Elena's arms behind her back and crossed her wrists. The rough twine pressed against the delicate skin, bringing an unfamiliar and disturbing feeling of friction. Elena frowned slightly, but didn't make a sound. Phantom Claw wrapped and secured her wrists tightly in a cross-binding maneuver, tightening hard with each turn to ensure a firm knot. 　　As the ropes tightened, Elena felt her wrists securely locked together, her space to move completely stripped away. A sense of constraint began to clear. 　　Then, Phantom Claw lifted the end of the rope connecting her wrists upward, pulling Elena's arms backward and upward. Immediately, a distinct stretching sensation came to her shoulder joints, forcing her to unconsciously lift her chest, and the softness of her breasts became more prominent as a result. The end of the rope was pulled through the loop behind her neck, and then the Phantom Claw yanked downward with a forceful jerk! 　　"Uhh!" Elena was caught off guard and let out a short, muffled grunt. 　　Her arms were instantly pulled up to an extremely uncomfortable angle, and a soreness came from her shoulder blades as if they were about to be torn apart. Her neck was forced back, and she felt an obvious pressure in the middle of her throat, her breathing instantly becoming somewhat difficult. She was forced to assume a standard posture of hanging high on her back hands and lifting her chest, the original bit of lofty posture, which was physically forced to be fixed at the moment, appeared to be a bit ridiculous and fragile. 　　"This is too much to bear, Second Miss?" Phantom Claw's voice came from behind, with a hint of mockery if any. 　　"Less ...... less looking down on people!" Elena gritted her teeth and squeezed out a retort from between her teeth, trying to adjust her breathing, "To this extent ...... it's not even enough to tickle me!" 　　"Is that so?" Phantom Claw laughed softly, and without further ado, began to work on the next step - the Turtle Bind. 　　She folded the other long rope in half and tied several knots before placing it around Elena's neck, the body of the rope dangling down from the front, around her crotch, and back behind her. The loose loop of rope didn't look threatening, but a sense of foreboding rose in Elena's mind. 　　Sure enough, Phantom Claw began to tighten the knot. The rope first tightened below her collarbone, then wrapped around her armpits and crossed behind her back before returning to her body once again and beginning to wrap up and down her breasts. As the rough twine grazed the buds on her breasts that had never been treated so roughly before, Elena's body shuddered violently, a mixture of tingling and strange excitement that nearly made her cry out in shock. 　　"Where do you ...... you tie!" She chortled in shock and anger. 　　"Second Miss, it is necessary." Phantom Claw's voice was calm and waveless, "The breasts of slaves are the parts that need to be focused on for restraint, to prevent them from using their physical advantages to resist or seduce the guards. Miss Sylph was, at the time, tied the same way." 　　Hearing Sylph's name, Elena forcefully swallowed back the protest that had reached her mouth. She bit her lower lip to death, feeling the ropes tighten and cross over her tender breasts, outlining the contours of shame, strangling her breasts into a slight deformation, and the buds at the top inevitably becoming hardened by the friction. An unprecedented sense of humiliation and exposure swept over her. 　　But this was far from over. The rope of the tortoise armor bondage continued downward, wrapping tightly around her waist and abdomen, strangling the slender waistline, then wrapping around her crotch again to form the deadly strand rope. 　　When the rough rope strangled hard across the softest crevice between her legs, Elena's body shook as if she had been electrocuted! 　　"Uhhhh...!!!" Unable to restrain herself any longer, she let out a cry of shock and shame, her body instinctively arching forward in an attempt to avoid the damning touch, but the high hanging restraints behind her locked her firmly in place. 　　"Second Miss, please relax, the more you struggle, the deeper the strands will sink." Phantom Claw "kindly" reminded her, but her hands mercilessly tightened the rope again. 　　The intense friction sensation was accompanied by an unfamiliar, panic-inducing stimulation that went straight from the center of her legs to her brain. Elena's face instantly turned as red as a ripe apple, tears welling up in her eyes. How had she ever been subjected to such blasphemy since she was a child? 　　"Bastard ...... you ...... how dare you ......" she was so ashamed and angry that her voice took on a sobbing tone. 　　"The villain is only following your request for the most 'realistic' binding." Phantom Claw's tone was still respectful, but with a hint of demonic teasing, "This is just the beginning, Second Miss. You just said that you wouldn't even grunt." 　　Elena bit down on her lower lip so hard that it almost bled. The great sense of humiliation and concern for Sylph made her forcefully suppress the pleas and curses that almost came out of her mouth. She couldn't admit defeat here! Absolutely not! 　　Phantom Claw looked at the way she was holding back her shame and discomfort, trembling slightly but still stubbornly standing tall, and knew that the fire was almost ready. She quickly finished the rest of the Turtle Bind, tying the knot behind Elena's back where she would never be able to reach it. 　　This was followed by the binding of the legs. 　　Phantom Claw was going to tie her in a combination of the Ultimate Sea Elder Bondage plus the Hanging Bondage to see if her body could be as hard as her mouth.

　Both her feet were equally firmly imprisoned, and Elena felt her whole body become a bit weak. She secretly inhaled in her heart: 'It's okay, it's just my feet that are bound, I still have my magic power and my will ......' 　　"Moreover, I can break free from the bindings anytime I want!" 　　"Second Miss, please try sitting down with your legs crossed." Phantom Claw's voice sounded again, breaking her self-assurance. 　　"Cross your legs?" Elena was stunned, this indecent and highly humiliating position made her instinctively resist. How could a noble lady sit cross-legged like a city slut or a slave? However, in the current situation where her hands were clipped and hung high, she had no choice at all. With Phantom Claw's half-supportive, half-forceful "assistance", she awkwardly stumbled onto the cold, dirty ground, her knees forced to bend, her ankles pressed against the roots of her thighs, and her private parts almost completely exposed to the air in this position. Intense shame made her cheeks roll as if they were on fire. 　　"You ...... better make sure this is necessary!" She chortled colorfully, trying to cover her embarrassment with anger. 　　However, what was more alarming to her was yet to come. 　　Phantom Claw picked up the extremely resilient cowhide noose. She secured one end of the noose to the already oppressive rope loop behind Elena's neck, then pulled on the other end, signaling her to lean her body forward. 　　"What ...... are you doing?" Elena's voice finally took on an inevitable hint of tightness she hadn't even noticed in herself. The name Sea Elder Bondage was one she had vaguely heard of, and knew that it was never as simple as just tying someone up. 　　"Attach your neck and ankles, Second Lady." Phantom Claw's tone carried an almost cruel calmness, "This is the essence of the Sea Elder Bind - folding the body and locking it up completely." 　　Before the words fell, without giving Elena any time to mentally prepare, Phantom Claw violently pressed Elena's upper body forward! At the same time, the arm exerted force, pulling the cowhide rope and ruthlessly lassoing the other end towards those tightly bound ankles! 　　"Wait..! How dare you-!" Elena's shocked cry was rudely interrupted by a sudden, irresistibly huge force! 　　A terrifying force came from the neck and the back at the same time! Her neck was forcibly pulled forward and downwards, and her head slammed down so hard that her chin hit her collarbone hard, making a tooth-achingly muffled sound! The ankles of her feet were then violently lifted upward and backward by a brute force, and her thighs were forced to press tightly against her abdomen at an even more humiliating angle, squeezing her internal organs! 　　In an instant, her body was forcibly bent, folded, and compressed into a compact, agonizing arc like a boiled shrimp! 　　"Ho--!!!" 　　The choking sensation was like a cold iron vise instantly choking her throat! The coil of rope around her neck sank deep into her flesh, her windpipe suffered a horrifying weight, breathing became extremely difficult in an instant, and every attempt to inhale only brought a hoarse and difficult growling sound, like a worn out bellows. Elena's face rapidly turned red and purple due to the rapid lack of oxygen. 　　This was followed by violent protests and wails from the bones and muscles throughout her body! The shoulder joints were subjected to a reverse, near-tearing giant stretch, sending out a burst of sharp pain that wanted to crack; the wrists tied behind her back were at extreme angles as if they were going to break in the next second; the muscles and internal organs in her waist and abdomen were forcibly squeezed, bringing out bursts of intense nausea and dizziness; her hip joints and knee joints were forcibly wrenched to the limit in the cross-legged position, and the ligaments sent out groans of being overburdened. 　　She was like a violently twisted, unmerciful plaything, curled up on the cold, hard ground, all the weight and pulling force of her entire body brutally concentrated on the fragile and painful fulcrums of her neck, shoulders and waist and abdomen. 　　"Ho...... ho......" Elena could only squeeze out broken, dying air sounds from the depths of her dead-pressed throat. With gusts of blackness in front of her eyes and golden stars alternating with ominous shadows, physiological tears raged uncontrollably, mixing with the cold sweat that instantly seeped out of her face, sliding woefully across her reddened cheeks and dripping down into the dust. The immense pain and unprecedented sense of humiliation was like a monstrous wave, almost completely drowning and shattering her pitiful little pride. 　　"How does it feel, Second Miss?" Phantom Claw's voice came from above, still smooth and without the slightest emotion audible, yet more embarrassing than any taunt, "This is only the preliminary form of the Sea Elder Binding. You seemed ...... confident in enduring this binding just now?" 　　Elena was almost unable to think at the moment, her brain was chaotic due to the lack of oxygen, and she was forced to support herself with a noble arrogance that was soaked into her bones and refused to admit defeat. She desperately fought against the pain and suffocating sensation that swept through every inch of her body, trying to raise her head a little bit, even if it was just to gain a tiny bit of precious air, but the cowhide rope connecting her neck to her ankles that was as taut as a full-moon bowstring did not move at all, coldly refusing her feeble struggles. 　　Phantom Claw admired her futile efforts for a few moments, and then, as if it wasn't "perfect" enough, she reached out and adjusted the cowhide again. She reached out and adjusted the length of the cowhide rope once more, tightening it even shorter and tighter! 　　"Ooohhhh-!!!" 　　An even more terrifying and desperate pull came instantly! Elena felt as if her cervical vertebrae were emitting a clear, imminent shattering wail, her breath was completely choked out, and her vision was quickly eroded by thick darkness. Like a fish thrown on a hot beach, she opened her mouth futilely but was unable to capture even a single breath of air, her body trembling violently and uncontrollably from the extreme pain and lack of oxygen, like a candle in the wind. 　　"Second young lady's willpower is truly ...... impressive." Phantom Claw's tone carried a subtle, ineffable undertone, as if she were evaluating the resilience of a test piece, "Then, to ensure that the 'camouflage' is foolproof, let's reinforce it a bit more." 　　She picked up the remaining ropes and began layering them over Elena's already extreme folded and painfully curled body. The ropes led from her back-bound wrists and were tightly wrapped around the taut cowhide cords connecting her neck to her ankles, tying one sturdy, dead-end knot after another. Then she used the ropes to bind Elena's thighs and calves even more tightly together, completely depriving her of any hint of the slightest possibility that she might relax or adjust her position. 　　At this point, Elena had been tightly bound into a ball by the ropes in an extremely cruel manner that completely violated her physiology. Her long blonde hair had long been disheveled, and sweaty wetness stuck to her forehead, cheeks, and even muddied her eyes that were distorted by extreme pain. On her fair and delicate skin, which had never experienced the wind and rain, wherever the ropes had passed through, she was left with hideous strangulation marks of crimson color, even beginning to blush with purpura, especially on her fragile ankles, neck and wrists, where the marks were so deep that they were shocking to the eyes. 　　She was like a casually discarded package full of pain and humiliation, curled up on the cold and dirty ground. Every hard, short intake of breath was accompanied by uncontrollable trembling throughout her body and a desperate, tiny whimper in her throat. That wretched, agonized, and helpless appearance formed an incomparably sharp and heart-shaking contrast to her previous lofty, arrogant, and haughty Missy stance. 　　Phantom Claw took two steps back, clasped his hands on his chest, and calmly scrutinized his "masterpiece" like a connoisseur. Extreme sea old man bondage, a binding method that even many tough trained slaves could not withstand for a long period of time, was now being perfectly applied to this pampered noble lady with a heart as high as the sky. 　　Time passed in silence, with only Elena's broken gasps and occasional, subtle convulsions triggered by the intense pain proving that the brutally folded body was still functioning.