G.I. Girl: Traitor! The gown you sold me is actually a living straitjacket!

The fit of the upper gown was escalating. The blue-blue fabric, which had only been a perfect fit for the curves, was now beginning to exert a gentle pressure. Especially the creamy-white armor part in front of the chest - it was originally the core of the structural support of the upper body of the gown, and at this moment, Alice clearly felt that it was revitalizing from a hard armor into a more resilient and wrapping substance. Like warm, living jade, it slowly and irresistibly contracted, wrapping and molding her breasts more completely, the pressure even and constant, bringing a strange sense of bondage that wasn't painful, but caused the amplitude of her breathing to be affected in subtle ways. 　　"Wait a minute ...... this feels ......" Alice finally sensed a hint of something wrong. This was no longer a simple "adjustment", this was more like ...... bondage! 　　She subconsciously raised her hand, wanting to touch the revitalizing armor on her chest. However, the moment she raised her hand, something even more alarming happened. 　　The elbow-length velvet gloves, which originally only provided aesthetics and a slight increase in magic sensing, suddenly tightened at this moment! The constellation pattern on the back of her hand glowed with a shimmering light, and the material of the gloves seemed to possess elasticity, wrapping tightly around her forearms and palms, and molding her fingers together into a slightly constrained, yet still elegant, stance. She attempted to open her fingers, but found that a soft resistance arose from within the gloves, making her movements sluggish, as if her fingers were sinking into warm quicksand. 　　Immediately afterward, a more alarming change descended upon her. She felt the fabric of the gown behind her and the floating galactic trailing tail begin to flow and converge abnormally. An invisible force guided her arms, forcing them together behind her. The velvet glove material at her wrists seemed to melt and quickly re-solidify, holding both of her wrists firmly together. 　　Not just at the wrists, but from her elbows to her upper arms, the same color material that extended from the gown like revitalized silk, tightly twisted and fitted, binding her small arms side by side behind her waist in a firm and humiliating position. She tried to force her arms apart, but the bonds were tough as nails and seemed to adjust and tighten themselves as she struggled, leaving less and less room for her arms to move, and eventually they were completely immobilized. 　　"No......!" Alice exclaimed in her heart, she desperately tried to draw her hands back in front of her body, but the constraints behind her were like cast iron, not moving at all. This stance of her arms being clipped back behind her instantly caused her to lose most of her sense of balance and ability to resist, and her chest couldn't help but push up even more, making the binding sensation of that revitalizing chest armor more and more clear. She attempted to use her shoulders to exert force, but the design of the gown's shoulders also seemed to be transformed into shackles, restricting the shoulder joints from moving significantly. 　　"What's going on?!" Alarm bells went off in Alice's heart, and that sense of crisis belonging to a brave person finally overpowered her desire for power and began to warn frantically. At this moment, she had completely lost the ability to even touch and tear the mutated parts of her body with her hands. 　　She attempted to take a step towards the door, but found that her legs were like lead. The tightness of the stockings had spread to the base of her thighs and connected with the hem of the gown around her waist, significantly limiting the range of motion of her hips. Each step had become incredibly heavy, and the beautiful heels no longer served as an aid, but rather as delicate shackles nailed to the floor, making her gait difficult. Losing the swing of her arms to aid in her balance, her steps became even more hobbled and unsteady in this situation of restricted legs and locked feet, as if she would fall at any moment. 　　She looked down at her feet, and realized with horror that the moonstones on the tips of her shoes were emitting an unusually soft but constant glow, and the nebulae leather of the shoes seemed to be actually flowing slowly, "welding" her feet more firmly into the inner structure of the shoes. 　　"Viola! Ms. Viola!" Alice raised her voice, trying to keep her composure, but there was already an imperceptible tremor in her voice. She realized that she might have made a fatal mistake. 　　There was no response. The fitting room was extremely soundproofed, and there was silence outside the door. 　　Panic began to wrap itself around her heart like an icy vine. 　　She forced herself to calm down and tried to mobilize the Star Magic in her body to force her to break through the increasingly tight "clothes"! 　　She was a Star Brave! How could she be trapped by a piece of clothing? 　　The azure-colored star magic power in her body rushed, trying to surge to her limbs, impacting that invisible binding. However ------ 　　"Buzz ......" 　　The star map on her gown suddenly lit up, silver streams of light rushing and circulating at an unprecedented speed. But this time, they weren't helping her converge her power, they were ...... absorbing, channeling, and dispersing the magical power she had erupted! 　　Alice was shocked to feel that the powerful magical power she had gathered was like a clay cow entering the sea, being perfectly "digested" by the gown. The flowing star map was no longer an intensifier, but a precise and efficient magic shackle! 　　She tried to perform a simple Star Flash spell, but just as the magic gathered at her fingertips, the constellation pattern on the glove flashed, sucking the magic away instantly and feeding it back into the dress's overall energy circuit, making the force binding her seem to strengthen even more. She even felt a clear sense of magical absorption coming from the "single glove" structure that bound her arms behind her back, and her attempts to focus on the arm restraints only made the wrapping there even tighter and stronger.

That is not pure pain, not pleasure, but a ...... deep, compulsory "connection" feeling. Alice was shocked to find that along with Viola's movements, the star magic power in her body that originally belonged to her, but at the moment was being absorbed and transformed by the gown, was actually partially guided to flow towards the place touched by Viola's fingertips! It was as if Viola was making some kind of exclusive mark on the most private part of her body in this way, establishing some kind of one-way energy channel. 　　"Umm...Ummm......" Ellis desperately shook her head, her body trembling slightly uncontrollably. This kind of mental and physical double abuse was far more devastating to her than mere physical bondage. She felt that not only had she lost her freedom, even the boundaries of her self-existence were being forcibly broken and encroached upon. 　　Viola seemed to be satisfied with Alice's reaction, and her fingers stayed for a full minute before she slowly withdrew them. When the fingertip left, it brought up a trace of a faintly undetectable silver stream of light, as if it had drawn a trace of the originating starlight from Alice's body. 　　"Very good, the initial channeling of the 'Seal of Belonging' is complete." Viola looked at her fingertips, and the faint astral aura that remained there slowly seeped into her skin and disappeared. A look of insatiable satisfaction appeared on her face, "It will slowly take root and allow you to grow accustomed to and ...... crave my scent and touch." 　　Ellis felt a sickening chill. An imprint of belonging? Craving her touch? This was worse than the most vicious curse! 　　It was only after doing all this that Viola, as if she had completed some kind of important ritual, had the good sense to straighten the non-existent folds on her plain white gown. She once again picked up the crystal tray that held the scrolls and smiled faintly at Alice, who couldn't move and whose eyes were almost spitting fire. 　　Afterwards, Viola's fingers, like the most dexterous of luthiers and the most merciless of inquisitors, landed precisely on the sensitive area around Ellis' waist. 　　"Unh-!!!" Ellis's body bounced violently, as if she was hit by a strong electric current. A feeling mixed with extreme itchiness and strange stimulation spread out like an explosion from the point that was touched, instantly collapsing the barriers of anger and resistance that she was trying to maintain. She wanted to scream, to curse angrily, but the gagging silk scarf filtered all sound into a muffled and distorted whimper, interspersed with an unstoppable, sobbing intake of breath. 　　She twisted her body desperately, trying to avoid the hateful fingers. However, with her arms securely clipped back behind her, losing all fulcrum for blocking and balancing, her struggles were more like a futile dance within a fixed frame that exacerbated her own shame. 　　Her waist twisted violently, and her legs, bound tightly by stockings and heels, tried in vain to close or kick, but could only flutter within a very small range, instead feeling more clearly the fabric rubbing against her skin, a sensation magnified many times over. The arm restraints behind her back tightened even more from her violent movements, pressing against her shoulder blades and bringing a hint of aching pain that intertwined with the itch that struck in front of her. 　　"Heh ......" Viola let out a light, silver-bell-like laugh, seemingly pleased with Iris' reaction. Her fingertips didn't stay, but like leaping elves, they flowed and lightly tickled the area on the side of Ellis' waist that was tightly wrapped by the gown, yet exceptionally sensitive. The movement was not rough, but instead carried a playful, easy-going gentleness, and it was this gentleness that made the itchiness become more and more unbearable, like countless tiny feathers scratching the nerve endings at the same time. 　　"It seems that our honorable Star Brave Lord is very ticklish here." Viola tilted her head, admiring Alice's appearance of trembling and writhing under her fingertips but unable to escape, those clear eyes glittering with pure innocence and mischievous triumphant pleasure, this extreme contrast made her behavior at this moment seem even more chilling. 　　Alice's blonde hair had long since become disheveled in the struggle, a few strands of hair stained with sweat sticking to her flushed cheeks and forehead, those azure eyes were heavy with water vapor, anger was still burning, but more than that, it was a kind of forcibly forced out, physiological helplessness and confusion. She bit her lower lip desperately, trying to fight the itch that nearly broke her through the pain, but the presence of the silk scarf made even that weak resistance difficult. 　　However, that was only the beginning. 　　Just as Alice's attention was drawn to the "torture" at her waist, Viola's other hand slid down silently, and accurately grasped her ankle, which was tightly wrapped in Star River's high heels. 　　"!!!" Iris stiffened, a foreboding feeling more ominous than the touch on her waist pouring down like ice water. 　　The heels became soft in texture for an instant, as if they were her skin. 　　Viola's fingers, through the layer of magic stockings and heels that were like condensation of the night sky, gently scratched the sensitive skin of her soles. The stocking's material was smooth and tight, making this tickling touch through the stocking extra clear and abrasive. It began with gentle, tentative strokes, following the curve of the arch of the foot from heel to forefoot. 　　"Uh-huh ......! Uhhh ......!" Alice's body shuddered violently, her toes curling uncontrollably inside her heels as she tried to resist the burrowing itch. But as if the internal structure of the high heels was echoing the will of its owner, it produced a gentle but firm suppression of her curled toes, making it difficult for her to accomplish even this tiny defensive movement, and she could only be forced to stretch her soles completely, enduring the constant, maddening tickling. 　　"Don't ...... stop ...... mmmm ......!" Vague pleas and angry whimpers spilled out from under the silk scarf, and Alice desperately shook her head as tears finally came out uncontrollably, mingling with the sweat as they slid down. 　　She had never imagined that she would be reduced to such a state - like a helpless doll, being manipulated by a seemingly weak girl, enduring this almost humiliating "punishment". The dignity of the brave, the pride of the stars, at this moment, was torn to pieces by the soles of the feet and waist, the most primitive instinctive physiological reaction. 　　Viola turned a deaf ear to Ellis's pleas, her fingers intensified instead. She was no longer satisfied with the layer of stockings through which she was separated, and her fingertips skillfully found the extremely fragile gap where the high heels and stockings were connected, and gently probed into it, using the very tips of her fingernails to directly tickle the most delicate and sensitive skin in the center of Aeris's feet.

At the next moment, the "fingers of flowing light" composed of pure star magic power gently, but with incomparable precision, began to "scratch" the sensitive belt on the side of her waist! 　　"Uhm ......! Mmm......!" Alice couldn't help but let out a suppressed whimper from her throat. This sensation was extremely strange and terrifying - it was not a real physical contact, but a direct effect of energy on the nerve endings, simulating an itchy sensation that was even clearer and more irresistible than a real touch! The sensation was as gentle as a feather brushing by, yet with the unique penetrating nature of magic, ignoring the physical barrier of the dress armor and acting directly on the depths of her most sensitive skin, even more unbearable than when Viola tickled it with her own hands! 　　She desperately twisted her waist and limbs, trying to get rid of this invisible torture, but the overall constraints of the "Starry Night Parade" made her range of movement extremely small, and the stream of light was like a gangrene, closely following the trajectory of her twisting and releasing precise itchy stimulation continuously. 　　"Haha ...... well ...... no ...... hahaha ...... " Intermittent, gagged and distorted laughter began to escape uncontrollably. Alice's cheeks were once again quickly colored red, and the physiological tears that had just subsided were re-pooling in her eyes. She felt incredibly ashamed that she had once again shown such an unpleasant reaction under the "automatic" torture of this damned dress! 　　Viola stood aside, hands folded in front of her body, like an audience enjoying a play, watching with interest as Alice squirmed, trembled, and let out helpless whimpers and giggles under the scratches of the magical flow of light. 　　"See how quickly it learns." Viola commented, appreciation in her tone, "The intensity, the frequency, the trajectory of movement, all perfectly replicated the most effective pattern from earlier. Even ...... because it works directly on your magic circuits and neural perception, the effect seems to be even better yet." 　　As if to corroborate her words, the flowing light tickling around her waist suddenly changed its pattern, from continuous strokes to rapid and intensive "taps", as if countless subtle electric currents were stimulating her itchy flesh at the same time. 　　"Yaaaah-!!!" Alice bounced violently upwards, despite being restricted by her high heels and restraints, the movement only caused her body to jolt violently. An extremely sharp and intense tickle spread like an explosion, causing her to collapse almost instantly! She laughed so hard that her body went limp, and if she hadn't been forcibly supported by the straitjacket, I'm afraid she would have collapsed to the ground long ago. Tears slid down the corners of her eyes, mixing with the sweat. 　　However, this was only the beginning. 　　The star map in front of her chest flowed once again, and another silver stream of light split out, like a spiritual snake, flowing silently downwards along the internal energy circuit of the gown, aiming directly at Alice's feet that were tightly wrapped in the Star River heels! 　　"Uh-uh-uh!!!" Ellis watched the movement of the stream of light in horror, her toes curling up in despair within her heels as if that would ward off the impending disaster. She remembered the intense tickling sensation she had just experienced when her feet were being scratched directly on the center of her foot, and if that sensation was being "recorded" and "replayed" by the magic ...... 　　She didn't dare to think about it anymore. 　　The stream of light quickly reached her feet, split into several thin strands, and precisely seeped into the inner part of her high heels, wrapping around her feet that were wrapped in magic stockings. 　　The first thing that came was the area of the soles of the feet. 　　It was as if countless invisible, soft fingertips made up of pure magic power began to gently scratch on the tender flesh of her soles. The touch was exactly the same as when Viola had scratched through her stockings earlier, and it even seemed more real and abrasive because the magic power directly simulated nerve signals! 　　"Uh-haha ...... oooh ...... stop ...... hahahaha ...... " Alice's body began to sway back and forth uncontrollably, her arms, which were clipped back behind her, straining futilely to do something about it, but only making the bonds behind her tighter. Her legs tensed up, her ankles trembling slightly within her heels as she tried to relieve the itch that was killing her, but it was all in vain. 　　The scratching of the magical stream of light began to "evolve" as if going through recorded data, switching to the next "effective mode". 　　The intensity and manner of the itch suddenly changed! From gentle strokes, it turned into more focused and tricky gouges and rotations, precisely attacking the most sensitive points on the center of her feet - the very locations that had just been directly touched by the tips of Viola's fingernails, causing her to let out a miserable cry! 　　"Eeeeee------！！！！ Unhahahahahaha! NO! Don't ah! Hahahaha ......" 　　Alice let out a wretched and twisted scream, her body writhing and struggling frantically like a live fish thrown into a frying pan. The familiar, extreme tickling sensation that was enough to make her sanity crumble swept over her again, even more intense and indefensible than physical contact because it was a magic simulation from the inside out! She laughed so hard that tears raced down her face, and a ho-ho intake of breath escaped her throat, almost gasping for air.

"Look how eager they are to be drawn upon." Viola said softly, her gaze falling on the tips of Iris's breasts, raised even more by the suction and quivering slightly within their cups, "Your body is honest, Iris. It is answering the call of the 'Starry Night Parade' by offering up your purest astral essence." 　　"Nonsense! Shut up!" Alice raged in her mind, but her body reacted uncontrollably. The regular sucking, in addition to the soreness and humiliation, seemed to ...... seem to be starting to stir up some strange sensations that she didn't want to admit were deep in her maternal instincts. A faint sense of ...... release that accompanied being extracted? 　　NO! It had to be an illusion! It was a trick of the damned device and the gown! 　　She tried desperately to focus her mind, trying to sever the connection between her magic and the breast pump, trying to stop the production of the so-called "energy milk". However, she desperately realized that the "Starry Night Parade" was like a highly efficient energy converter and pump, continuously extracting power from her magical core and channeling it to her chest, where it was transformed into a solid body and sucked away. The more she tried to resist, the faster her magic seemed to drain away, and the suction on her chest seemed to increase slightly in response, bringing about an even stronger tingling sensation. 　　"Uhhhh ......! Haaah......!" Her breathing became rapid and disorganized, and her chest, which was restricted by the breastplate, rose and fell violently, but she was unable to alleviate the strange sensation of being continuously extracted. Sweat once again soaked her temples and forehead, mixing with the tears. The blush on her cheeks was no longer purely amorous or angry, but added a touch of weakness and flushing from forced devotion. 　　It was at this point that Viola seemed to feel that relying on the device alone was not enough. She moved closer again, leaning down and bringing her face close to Alice's adsorbed, slightly quivering left breast. 　　"It is said that the first taste of the essence, tasted by the owner who made and controls the straitjacket herself, better establishes a soul connection with the collection." Viola's voice was low and magnetic, carrying a ritualistic solemnity, yet the content was incomparably sinister. 　　Under the gaze of Alice's horrified eyes, Viola opened her mouth and stretched out the tip of that small and dexterous tongue, precisely ...... licking gently at the location of the tip of Alice's adsorbed nipple through a thin layer of warm, milky white magical barrier! 　　"Eeeee-！！！！" 　　An extremely sharp, mixed with extreme shame and unspeakably strong stimulation exploded like a high-voltage electric current from the tip of the licked left breast! The physical suction force, superimposed with the warm and wet touch of the tongue, as well as Viola's possessive and blasphemous act itself, instantly overcame Alice's shaky psychological defense! 　　She let out a twisted and high-pitched wail, her body twisting and bouncing frantically as if she had been thrown into boiling water, only to be deadened by the constraints on her entire body. The arm restraints behind her back strangled her shoulder blades raw, and her legs stomped helplessly as her heels pounded out a chaotic rhythm on the floor. Both breasts quivered violently under the hold of the breast pumps, and the flow of starburst milk in the ducts seemed to speed up by a few moments. 　　Viola's tongue didn't linger, but rather carried a slow, erotic rhythm, swirling around the adsorbed nipple tips, pressing lightly, occasionally mimicking a sucking motion. Her eyes were always on Iris, taking in the wretched look of a woman who was completely devastated by this double stimulation, tears falling like rain, whimpers mingling with contorted moans. 　　The right breast still suffered the regular, icy extraction of the breast pump. 　　The left breast was simultaneously subjected to Viola's warm, humiliating "tasting". 　　Ice and fire, machine and living creature, predation and desecration ...... were several different stimuli that acted on one of Alice's most sensitive and intimate parts at the same time, dragging her deeper into the hell of her senses. Her mind went blank, all her resistance, all her pride, all her sanity, all of it was crushed to pieces at this moment. She could only bear it passively, her body spasming and trembling uncontrollably under the extreme stimulation, letting out whimpers that were unfamiliar even to herself, a mixture of pain and some kind of forcibly elicited, faint pleasure. 　　"Mmm ...... mmm ...... hah ah ...... don't ...... stop ...... please ......" 　　Vague pleas spilled out intermittently, with utter powerlessness and desperation. 　　Viola lasted a full two or three minutes before she finally raised her head. Her lips were not stained with anything, but the look in her eyes was as if she had already savored a supreme delicacy. She stretched out her tongue and gently licked across the corner of her own lips, revealing a contented, demonic smile. 　　"A very sweet flavor, Alice. Full of the purity of the stars ...... and, well, the sweetness of submission." She commented. 　　Iris no longer had the strength to even stare at her. She was limp in the support of her straitjacket, her eyes slack, panting heavily, her chest heaving violently, her breasts still sending regular soreness from the operation of the breast pump. An unprecedented feeling of weakness spread throughout her body from her breasts, which were being continuously extracted, as if even part of her soul had been drained away. 　　Viola finally snapped her fingers. 　　The "buzzing" sound stopped, and the warm and constant suction on her breasts suddenly disappeared. The activated gel cups automatically loosened and detached themselves from Alice's skin, leaving two faint red circles and the tips of the stimulated breasts even redder and more erect, quivering slightly in the cold air. The last few drops of starburst milk in the catheter were sucked into the container at the end and disappeared.

　Alice's body shuddered, and her arms, which were clipped behind her back, subconsciously exerted force again, only to cause the "single glove" binding behind her back to send a deeper sense of pressure. Unlike before, this time, the suction force was exceptionally smooth, without the slightest sense of rigidity, as if it was a natural extension of the connection between the "Starry Night Parade" and her body. The rhythm and intensity of the suction force was exactly the same as the pattern that Viola had previously adjusted to be the most responsive to her! Even more, because it was directly driven by the energy circuit inside the gown, omitting the loss of physical conduction, the suction seemed even more "direct" and "deeper", as if it was directly acting on her mammary ducts and magical core! 　　She could "see" - through the inner vision of the breastplate, which seemed to have become semi-transparent (or perhaps it was an illusion directly fed to her by the gown) - two soft, milky-white rays of light enveloping the tips of her breasts. enveloping the tips of her breasts, the core of that glow generating a steady negative pressure that drew on it greedily and methodically. 　　The transparent, magical conduit connected to the unknown container once again emerged silently on the side of her breastplate, and a thin, milky liquid with a starburst of light began to flow steadily within - the essence of her energy was being continually extracted by this automated system! 　　"No...... stop...... stop yourself!" Alice hissed in despair in her mind. She tried everything possible: desperately collecting the remaining magical power in her body in an attempt to cut off the energy supply; concentrating her mind to fight against the sucking sensation; and even attempting to interfere with the stabilization of the energy circuits by struggling violently ...... 　　But everything was in vain. 　　The automated system of "Starry Night Parade" responded perfectly to all her resistance. When she collected her magic power, the gown increased the strength of the extraction from her life essence, making her feel a burst of weakness from the depths of her soul; when she concentrated her mind to fight against it, the rhythm of the sucking would change subtly, sometimes heavier, sometimes turning into a high-frequency tremor, specifically targeting the moment when her mind was slack to initiate a stronger stimulation, disrupting her concentration; when she struggled violently, her whole body's restraints would be synchronized to tighten, and instead of being affected, the suction on her chest would be affected by the twisting of her body, and the suction would be increased by the twisting of her body. When she struggled violently, the constraints on her whole body tightened in synchronization, and the suction force on her chest was not affected, instead, because of the twisting of her body, more friction was created between the tip of her breasts and the invisible suction cups, which brought about a burst of complex sensations mixed with acidity and strange tingling. 　　She was like an energy-supplying part of a machine that had been set up with a perfect program that could not be detached on its own. All the resistance was not only ineffective, but instead turned into feedback data to optimize the efficiency of the "extraction", which was mercilessly recorded, learned, and applied by this living straitjacket. 　　Viola stood quietly with a look of mesmerized appreciation on her face. She didn't even need to do anything else, she only needed to watch, to see how this once dazzling Star Brave, under the masterpiece she had created with her own hands, which possessed the ability to "learn" and "evolve", would step by step be deprived of everything, including the will to resist itself. 　　Time passed slowly and cruelly. 　　Alice's initial violent struggles and silent cries were gradually replaced by a deep, marrow-penetrating sense of powerlessness. The constant sucking caused her breasts to feel constant soreness and swelling, and that feeling of being forcefully extracted from her life essence brought about a sense of both mental and physical exhaustion. Sweat had long since soaked through her entire body, and the deep dark color of her blue gown clung to her curvaceous body. Her long blonde hair clung to the corners of her forehead and cheeks, adding to the mess. Her breathing became rapid and shallow, and every rise and fall of her chest, restricted by her breastplate, seemed difficult. 　　More frightening to her, under this constant, regular stimulation, her body seemed ...... to begin to produce some kind of pathetic "adaptation". The soreness that was originally pure pain and humiliation, after a certain critical point, it was vaguely mixed with a trace of ...... faint, release-like strange paralysis. Especially when the suction force reaches its peak, as if it is going to empty her chest cavity, the overly strong stimulation will always leave a short period of emptiness, and that emptiness, actually entwined with a wisp of physiological pleasure that makes her ashamed and want to die. 　　"No ...... can't ...... absolutely can't ......" Alice struggled in the depths of her consciousness, resisting this physical "betrayal." She clenched her lower lip in an attempt to use the pain to awaken her senses, but the gagging silk scarf prevented her from doing even that self-inflicted damage. 　　However, the body's response was honest, or rather, calculated and manipulated by Starry Night Parade. As if the automated system had detected the subtle chemical changes in her body, the rhythm of the sucking began to adjust with great subtlety. It is no longer a static imitation, but began to take on a ...... "teasing" meaning. From time to time to maintain a long time gentle and continuous suction, so that she in the continued soreness gradually relax vigilance; from time to time suddenly burst a short and strong suction, so that she unexpectedly tilted her head back to let out a suppressed whimper, the body then trembled violently; from time to time to turn to a fast and delicate trembling, as countless tongues at the same time licked the tip of the nipple, teasing the most sensitive nerve endings of her. 　　"Mmmm ...... hah ah ...... mmmm ......" Broken, sobbing moans escaped uncontrollably from under the silk scarf . Alice's eyes grew more and more misty, her blue eyes watery, anger and fear still present but covered by a physical haze. Her cheeks flushed as if she were drunk, her body writhing slightly under the constant stimulation, the gesture no longer a pure struggle, but instead took on a hint of impatience, as if she were catering to it. 　　She could see herself in the mirror - her arms were firmly tied behind her back, highlighting her breasts that were forced to rise up and were being continuously violated by invisible objects, and her gorgeous gown was like the most brutal instrument of torture, automatically executing the procedure of extraction and tempering. As for herself, with her flushed face, misty eyes, and slightly twisting her waist to let out a whimper, where was she still in any way the heroic posture of the Star's Brave One? She was clearly a helpless prisoner indulging in forced pleasure. 　　This clear, visual and sensory feedback brought about a sense of shame that almost drove her mad. 　　"It seems that the assimilation process is going smoother than expected." Viola's soft voice broke the silence with a hint of satisfied admiration, "Your body is learning to accept this new 'function', Alice. It is learning to take pleasure from being asked for ....... What a marvelous evolution this is." 　　Alice tried to retort, tried to curse her with the vilest of words, but all that came out was a string of muffled syllables mixed with gasps and whimpers that even she couldn't understand. 　　At that moment, the automated system of "Starry Night Parade" seemed to have entered a new phase. The suction on her chest continued, but Alice could clearly feel the force field on her breasts spreading out in all directions. A stream of warm, erotically charged energy flowed out of her breasts from the star map as it had been channeled before, but this time, they were not entirely from her, but were mixed with some of her own energy essence that had been drawn from the gowns and transformed! 　　These streams of energy flowed along invisible channels within the gown, quietly flowing all over her body. The waistline, inner thighs, and even the most intimate triangle that had been marked with the "mark of belonging" were once again enveloped by that familiar, hot and empty feeling. 　　"Well ......!?" Alice's eyes widened in shock. The automated squeezing of her chest hadn't stopped yet, but the other sensitive zones of her body were being assaulted by erotic energies at the same time! The double, overlapping sensory storm swept over her again! 　　Unlike before, this time, all the stimulation came from this living straitjacket itself! It was like a greedy and lustful master with a rudimentary intelligence, simultaneously "harvesting" and "sensually conditioning" her!

　　The strong desire to urinate that almost burst her belly had already disappeared after the forced release, but at this moment, under the effect of the blue energy, it began to accumulate and emerge again in a way that completely violated the physiological law! But this time, this desire to urinate no longer originated from the body's natural needs, but was precisely "created" and "regulated" by some kind of external power! 　　It was like a stream intercepted by an invisible dam, slowly converging and expanding in the depths of her belly, bringing a clear sense of pressure, but was firmly locked by the cold binding force, unable to find any outlet. The feeling was very different from before when she had been catapulted to the extreme and had to release, it was a much more abrasive and humiliating one - the feeling of being suspended, of being in control. She was like a programmed container, when it was full and when it was empty was completely out of her hands! 　　"Feel that, Alice?" Viola's voice carried a hint of playfulness, she seemed to be able to 'see' the subtle changes that were happening within Alice's body through that gorgeous layer of fabric and skin, "'Starry Night Parade' is now taking over that part of the function. It will schedule your 'release' cycles based on an optimized energy cycle model. And during non-permitted time periods ......" 　　She slightly aggravated the output of the ethereal blue points of light. 　　Ellis instantly felt the binding at the small of her back tighten abruptly! The urge to urinate that had been forcibly created and suppressed instantly became sharp, and a clear bloating sensation came from her bladder, as if it was once again being filled, but could not find any possibility of release. She subconsciously wanted to clench her legs, wanted to contract her muscles to fight against it, but found that this part of her muscle group that should have been governed by her will was at the moment as if it had been anesthetized, and her reaction became extremely sluggish and weak! That cold binding force not only blocked the exit, but even interfered with her fine control over the relevant muscles to a certain extent! 　　"Well ......!" She let out a suppressed muffled grunt, and a fine cold sweat once again seeped from her forehead. This feeling of clearly feeling a strong physiological need, but being deprived of the right to even try to suppress it, made her feel even more fearful and powerless than mere incontinence! It meant that the last bit of autonomy she had over the basic functions of her body had also completely fallen. 　　Viola admired the resurfacing look on Alice's face, a mixture of pain, fear and humiliation, and withdrew her hand in satisfaction. The blue halo did not disappear, but like an eternal brand, it stayed in the depths of the "Seal of Belonging" and continued to emit a cold fluctuation of control. 　　"It seems that the control system is also working well." Viola clapped her hands, her tone light, "In this way, you no longer need to worry about these trivial matters, the 'Starry Night Parade' will arrange everything for you. You just need to ...... accept it." 　　Accept? Alice cried out silently in her heart. Accepting this fate where even the most basic physical needs were controlled by others? It destroyed a person's will more than any torture! It wasn't torturing your physical body, it was fundamentally denying your existence as an independent individual! 　　She attempted to mobilize even the slightest bit of star magic power within her body to impact that ghostly blue confinement, to reclaim that tiny bit of control. However, her magic power just coalesced, the star map in front of her chest was slightly bright, and the flowing silver streams of light were like sharks that smelled blood, instantly absorbing and transforming her little bit of pitiful magic power, but instead, it made the urination at the belly seem ...... to be one point clearer? It was as if this confinement system, too, could draw energy from her resistance and reinforce itself! 　　Despair, like the deepest night, completely enveloped Alice. She realized that what Viola said was true. This "Starry Night Parade" vivisection suit was not only restraining her movements, drawing on her power, amplifying her senses, and playing with her shame, but now it was even taking absolute control of her most intimate and basic physiological functions. It was systematically and completely dismantling all the boundaries of her independence as "Alice" from every possible dimension, remodeling her into a gown-dependent, Viola-dependent - "collector's item! ". 　　Viola seemed to feel that the fire was not enough, she tilted her head, looked at Alice's face slightly distorted by the strong urge to urinate, and those eyes that were once again glistening with physiological tears, and suddenly revealed a more "sweet" smile. 　　"By the way, in order to ensure the stable operation of the circulatory system, as well as to allow you to better 'adapt' to this new mode, we need to conduct some ...... small tests and training." She said, turning around and removing another item from under the crystal workbench that seemed to be omnipotent. 　　It was an extremely oddly shaped apparatus. It was roughly cylindrical in shape, made up of a creamy-white warm material similar to a breast pump, and its surface was covered with extremely subtle, magical patterns that seemed to breathe. Instead of being closed at the top, it carried a soft, petal-like pleated structure with a hollow tube inside. The back end of the apparatus was connected to a more complex, translucent conduit system, some of which were flowing with an ethereal blue stream of light, the same source as the energy that Viola had used just now, while others were left empty, their purpose unknown. The entire apparatus exuded a strange aura that was somewhere between a living being and a magical artifact. 　　Alice looked at the implement, and an even stronger sense of foreboding choked her throat than when she saw the breast pump. She didn't know what it was, but instinct told her that it was definitely something more terrifying than anything she had encountered before! 　　"It's an 'internal regulator and collector'," Viola explained patiently, as if she were describing an unusual tool, "It helps us to more accurately monitor the pressure inside the bladder, its composition and, if necessary, to perform a more direct ...... drainage and sampling. Of course, it can also apply some more precise stimuli to assist you in 'control training'." 　　More direct priming and sampling? Applying stimuli? Control training? 　　Alice's pupils contracted to the breaking point from extreme fear! She watched Viola approach with that horrible apparatus, desperately trying to back away, trying to dodge, but the tugging of the beam behind her and the constriction of her entire body made it impossible for her to move an inch. She could only be like a butterfly pinned to a taxidermy board, watching as the ominous-smelling object closed in a little on her most private and vulnerable no-go area. 　　"No...... don't...... get away...... demon!!!" She let out a heart-rending scream in her heart, and her mouth blocked by the silk scarf could only emit a desperate wail of "uh-uh-uh-uh". Her body was trembling violently due to extreme fear, her arms that were clipped behind her back were twisting frantically, and her wrists were rubbed painfully by the velvet material, but she was unable to stop Viola in the slightest. 　　Oblivious to Alice's violent reaction, Viola crouched down, her gaze falling on the area between Alice's legs that was tightly wrapped in dark blue magic stockings. She stretched out her finger and gently pressed on the center of that area. 　　Miraculously, or rather, nightmarishly - the magic stockings with excellent elasticity and sealing, as well as the bottom layer of the dress underneath which seemed to be fused with the skin, like the surface of the water being thrown into a stone, a circle of ripples was created, and then quietly "melted" to both sides! A small round hole with smooth edges, just enough to accommodate the passage of the instrument, revealed the most delicate and untouched skin underneath, as well as the slightly trembling and tightly closed urethral opening!

The molten gold eyes burned with suppressed anger and indignation, and failed to damage them in the slightest, but instead, like a lioness in captivity, they became even more dangerous and eye-catching. 　　When Iris was dragged by Viola and stumbled down the "Star Bound Path" and stepped onto the platform, the woman's eyes immediately swept over sharply. Her eyes first landed on Viola, casting a deep-seated hatred and contempt without any concealment, and then she saw Alice, who was almost limp in Viola's arms, soaked to the skin, with hollow eyes, and her legs still trembling slightly like she could not control them. 　　At that moment, the anger in the red-haired woman's eyes gave a slight lurch, flashing through a flicker of extremely complex emotions - it was shock, it was realization, it was a hint of empathetic sorrow, and it eventually dissolved into a deep, almost searing anger. 　　"Viola!" Her voice carried a hint of hoarseness from not speaking for so long, yet it was still loud, like muffled thunder echoing through the corridor, carrying a sense of power that could not be ignored, "You're ...... again! This is ...... 'Star Brave' Alice? Even she ......" 　　Her voice came to an abrupt halt, as if the words that followed were too heavy to be spoken easily. But the unfinished meaning had already struck Ellis' heart like a heavy hammer. 　　Viola chimed in with a soft, light laugh at that hostile shout, and she didn't even directly respond to the red-haired woman, but instead, she first supported the almost unsteady Alice so that she could see the other party more clearly before saying in a light tone as if she was displaying a newly-acquired treasure, "Alice, it seems that you've met a 'Senior '. This is the 'Dancing Lady of the Inflaming Sword', Freya Ignis. She once burned through a thousand armies with a battle dance, causing the Abyssal Demons to be scared ...... Unfortunately, now her dance is only staged for me alone." 　　Alice's empty eyes fluctuated slightly when she heard the name "Dancing Lady of the Inferno Sword". Freya Ignis ...... had heard of this name! A legendary female warrior who perfectly fused dance and sword skills to manipulate flames, her "Dance of the Burning City" had once turned the tide of battle in the Border War, and her strength had long reached the top level of the continent, the pinnacle that countless later generations looked up to. However, just a few years ago, this powerful dance girl but suddenly disappeared, as if evaporated ...... original ...... original she is also here! She also fell into the clutches of Viola, and was imprisoned by this ...... fiery dress that was obviously also a "living body constriction suit"! 　　Looking at Freya's arms that were completely locked by the golden metal reverse shear, the lower half of the body that was tightly bound by the harness, can only barely stand, especially that connects the collar and skirt, the symbolic meaning of the chains ...... an indescribable coldness and a sense of compassionate despair, like ice water poured all over Alice's body. Even a strong person like Freya can ...... t escape? 　　"Elder ......" a dry, trembling, almost out of tune syllable, with difficulty, squeezed out from between Ellis' silk scarf covered lips, with a fragility that even she herself had not noticed, seeking approval, "you ...... you been turned by her ...... too?" 　　"Turned into this?" The word vaguely but accurately summarized their common situation - falling from the pinnacle of glory, swallowed up by gorgeous clothing, reduced to a prisoner who had lost her freedom and power. 　　Freya's molten gold eyes flashed with pain when she heard Alice's weak and desperate question, but it was then replaced by a stronger anger. She violently struggled her body forward in an attempt to get closer, but she was deadlocked by the chains around her neck and the battle boots embedded deep into the ground, only able to make the ear-piercing sound of metal rubbing against metal. The fiery gown seemed to sense her resistance, the golden veins glowing faintly, and the harness seemed to tighten for another minute, causing her to let out a suppressed muffled grunt. 　　"Shut up! Viola!" Freya's voice was even more raspy with anger as she glared at the tailor as if she was going to incinerate her with her gaze, "Let her go! Wasn't I your target? Isn't torturing me enough? Why drag these innocent children into this hell again!" 　　"Oh? My dear Freya," Viola finally turned her gaze formally on her, a helpless smile on her face that bordered on doting, as if she were looking at a disturbed child, "you are still so naïve and so ...... generous. Don t you think that a bright star like Alice, if it hangs alone in the night sky, wouldn t it be too lonely? She needs companions, sisters who ...... like you know how to 'appreciate' this eternal beauty." 　　As she spoke, she gently stroked Alice's sweaty blonde hair, her movements gentle but with an undeniably possessive undertone. "And, you see, how similar they are - both have shone in the world, both have possessed amazing powers, and ultimately ...... both have found my customized, one-of-a-kind ' homecoming'." 　　Ellis listened to Viola's twisted remarks, looked at Freya's spine that remained straight even when she was completely restrained and her eyes that burned with unyielding flames, and her heart was filled with mixed feelings. In the midst of despair, a faint flame seemed to have flared up again - she was not alone. In this magnificent cage, there were other victims, and strong people like Freya, who had never completely given up their resistance even in a desperate situation. This realization, like a faint ray of light penetrating into the darkness, both brought a slim hope and deepened the cruelty of reality. 　　"Freya ...... senior ......," Alice called out in a low voice once again, her voice carrying a hint of seeking dependence that even she herself did not realize. 　　Freya's gaze turned to Ellis, and it was a complicated look. She saw the emptiness and fear in Alice's eyes, but also a faint light in the depths that had not yet been fully extinguished and belonged to the Star Brave. She took a deep breath, as if to say something encouraging, but Viola interrupted the brief, silent exchange. 　　"There's plenty of time for catching up, my collectors." Viola smiled, her voice still soft but with undeniable control, "But until then, Elise, your 'walking training' is not over. This platform that Freya is on is only the first staging area of the 'Star Cloister'. You need to keep moving and walk to the 'Chamber of First Embrace' where you belong." 　　Continue ...... forward? Alice looked to the other side of the platform, where another silver rope glittering with starlight appeared out of nowhere, stretching deeper into the corridor and disappearing into the hazy darkness. At the mere sight of that rope, the just-slightly-quelled, fiery pain between her legs and the residual horrific memories were once again vivid, making her unable to stop herself from trembling and subconsciously shrinking backward, only to be held firmly in place by Viola.

Subconsciously, she wanted to clench her fists and mobilize her power to sense the abnormality. However, the moment she focused her intention, the flame totem covering the back of her hand suddenly lit up with a piercing red light! It was as if countless tiny barbs had sprouted from the inside of that soft leather armguard, clasping her skin tightly, not painfully, but bringing about a clear, locked-in feeling. She tried to open her fingers, but found that her five fingers were as if they were bonded by invisible glue, and she could only maintain a full-grip, full-of-power but unable-to-fire stance. 　　Immediately afterward, a change that made her even more terrified descended. The skirt on her back, which was made up of metal feathers, emitted a low and bizarre humming sound. A piece of the originally hard metal "wings" seemed to have come to life, turning and reorganizing like scales that possessed life. A powerful force emerged from the center of the skirt, forcibly guiding her arms together behind her! 　　"What?!" Alarm bells went off in Freya's heart as she desperately resisted, but the force was overwhelming. Her wrists were entangled and secured by a stream of searing yet pliable energy, her elbows were forced together, and her entire upper limbs were forcibly twisted behind her by a huge, invisible force, forming a firm and humiliating reverse shear position! 　　"Uhhhh!" Freya let out a suppressed grunt of pain and attempted to break free by exploding her strength, but just as soon as the Inferno Magic Power within her body stirred, the flame spell on her gown shone brightly like a voracious gourmand, instantly devouring and absorbing her surging out magic power! Instead of loosening, the reverse-shear binding tightened even more as a result, and the hard metal edges even embedded themselves into the skin of her arms, bringing clear pain. 　　She tried to take a step, but found that her legs were like lead. The dragon claw boots seemed to have grown with the ground, and no matter how hard she tried, they didn't move. The shafts of the boots wrapped tightly around her calves, restricting any subtle movements. Having lost the balance of her arms, she could only stand stiffly in place, relying on her core strength to barely maintain her standing, that forced posture of chest out and buttocks pouting full of humiliation. 　　"Viola! You asshole! Get the hell out of here!" Freya roared angrily, her molten gold eyes burning with the fury of betrayal and a hint of incredulous horror. She stared at the figure in the mirror, imprisoned by her fancy clothes and in a wretched posture, unable to believe that in just a few moments, the situation could be so reversed. 　　The only sounds in the fitting room were her ragged gasps and the slight scraping of the gown's metal parts in response to her struggles. 　　Panic and rage surged through her chest like lava. She tried to contract her muscles, relying on pure physical strength to break the bonds, but the activated metal and energy was far tougher than she could have imagined, and each thrust was like a stone sinking into the sea, instead causing the bonds on her breastplate and waist and stomach to increase in tandem, pressing down on her breathing. 　　Sweat oozed from her wheat-colored skin, sliding down the tight lines of her muscles. The eyes that had once burned with wariness and indolence were now filled with shock, fury, the shame of betrayal, and a hint ...... of fear that was becoming clear. As she looked at herself in the mirror with flushed cheeks, shocked eyes, arms clipped behind her back, tightly bound by flaming fancy clothes, and even her standing posture filled with humiliation, a bone chilling chill intertwined with skyrocketing anger rose from the bottom of her heart. 　　She had become her own prisoner. She was trapped in this living prison called the "Dance of the Emperor". 　　At that moment, the door to the fitting room was slid open silently. 　　Viola walked in silently with a crystal tray containing an ancient scroll. The expression on her face was still the same pure, slightly shy smile, as if she completely failed to see Freya's woefully struggling posture and the rage in her eyes that was almost ready to spill out, enough to burn everything. 　　"Ms. Freya, you look ...... as if you are a little uncomfortable with the assimilation process?" Viola cocked her head, her tone filled with innocent concern, "Please rest assured, this is just the 'Dance of the Inferno Emperor' confirming your dominance. It needs to make sure that the ...... power is always flowing in the right direction." 　　"The right direction? Bullshit! Let go of me immediately! Or I'll tear you apart!" Freya squeezed out a roar of extreme anger through her teeth, her body trembling violently from her fury, but she was firmly fixed in place by the restraints on her entire body, unable to even take a step forward. 　　Viola turned a deaf ear to her threats, instead slowly approaching and placing the tray on a crystal table to the side. Ignoring Freya's almost murderous gaze, she stretched out her fingers and gently brushed over the curves of Freya's chest, which had risen and fallen violently due to her anger and was tightly wrapped in the revitalized breastplate, feeling the searing magical power that surged underneath it but could not be released. 　　"See how it longs to be one with you." Viola's voice carried an almost obsessive admiration, "This wild flame can only blossom into the most extreme security and beauty under absolute control. You will be the hottest, tamest spark in my collection, Freya." 　　Her fingertips slid down the curve of the breastplate, traced the forcibly cinched waist, and gently brushed over Freya's strong thighs that trembled slightly from the tightness and were confined by her combat boots. Then she came around behind Freya, her cool fingers brushing over the molten metal structure that firmly bound Freya's arms. 　　"Especially here," Viola's voice held a satisfied smile, "it ensures that the circulation of power ...... is limited to within the gown. Your dangerous dance is best left for me to enjoy alone." 　　Freya felt an intense wave of humiliation and nausea as Viola's touch sent chills down the skin of her back, and the gently controlling tone of voice stung her haughty soul even more. She violently attempted to slam her head back, but Viola sidestepped the feeble counterattack with only a light half-step back. 　　"Don't try in vain, my dear dancer." Viola moved closer to Freya's ear and whispered in that soft, yet as if possessed, voice, "The core of the 'Dance of the Inferno Emperor' is not an increase, but a 'constraint'. It thirsts for your powerful bloodline as food, and the more you struggle, the tighter it binds and the more it draws. You, are its eternal core and prisoner." 　　Freya's body stiffened violently, and a flash of utter realization and despair flashed in her eyes. She could clearly feel that every attempt she made to mobilize her power was like recharging this cage. The Inferno Demon bloodline that she relied on for survival had become the deadliest shackle at this moment, pinning her firmly to this gorgeous pillar of shame. 　　Viola took a step back, admiring the work in front of her with satisfaction - the former Dancer of the Inferno Sword who had burned through a thousand armies was now like a beast with its sharp teeth removed and its claws and teeth cut off, the gorgeous gown was the cage she couldn't break free from, the arms clipped back behind her were the shackles of strength, and her flushed cheeks and furious, unyielding eyes were the last of her stubbornness. Her flushed cheeks and furious, unyielding eyes were her last stubbornness. That trapped, powerful posture exuded a shivering, subjugated beauty.

　Viola did not respond, but only gently tapped the crystal tray with her fingertips, making a crisp sound. On that tray, in addition to the ancient scrolls, at some point there was an additional delicate and bizarre utensil. 　　It was a pair of peculiarly shaped "foot shackles", the main body composed of dark red metal of the same origin as the "Dance of the Yan Emperor", with fine golden energy circuits flowing on its surface. It was not a simple lock, but was divided into two parts: the first half was a dragon's claw-like toesleeve, the inside of which was covered with extremely tiny contacts with barbed energy protrusions; the second half was a ring around the ankle, which was inlaid with three richly colored rubies like solidified flames, and in the center of it was a small control core engraved with flaming incantations. 　　"Dance of the Inferno Emperor - Foot Restraint Unit"------ A name surfaced abruptly in Freya's consciousness, as if the gown itself was announcing to her the fate that was about to befall her. 　　"Well..! How dare you!" Freya instantly understood the purpose of that thing, and lurid fury erupted from her molten gold eyes. Ignoring the sharp pain of her arms being cut back, she violently bowed forward and attempted to headbutt Viola, but the invisible chain on her neck that was extended by the "Dance of the Inferno Emperor", which was formed like a flame spell, suddenly tightened, forcing her to maintain the humiliating stance of holding up her neck and raising her head, and her movements froze in mid-air. 　　Viola was oblivious to her fierce reaction, still wearing that pure and shy smile. She squatted down, and with gentle but precise movements, she slipped the front part of the shackle onto Freya's left foot, which was wrapped in the dragon claw combat boots. 　　Right at the moment when the toe harness touched the boots, a bizarre change occurred. 　　The boot surface of the Dragon Claw Boots, the original hard as steel of the beast leather, under the influence of the energy of the foot shackle, was like wax that encountered high temperature, slowly "melting" away! No, not melting, but ...... Active "open". The leather and metal structure of the boot's upper contracted backward, revealing the true outline of Freya's own feet, which were tightly wrapped underneath. It was a pair of warrior's feet, with healthy arches, long and strong toes, and a healthy wheat color due to a thin layer of calluses from years of barefoot fighting. 　　"No! Stop!" Freya hissed like a trapped animal, she could clearly feel the "betrayal" of the structure of the boots, which should be an extension of her strength, but now became an accomplice to assist the intruder. She desperately curled her toes in an attempt to resist the impending invasion of the foreign object, but the toes of the shackles slipped on with irresistible precision. 　　The miniature energy barbs on the inside gently but firmly pierced the sensitive flesh between her toes. 　　"Uhhhhhhh ------------!!!" 　　A current mixing sharp stabbing pain and strange paralysis instantly ran through her entire body from the tip of her toe! It was an unprecedented form of torture, where the energy barbs didn't simply cause pain, but precisely stimulated the densest areas of the nerves in the foot, mixing pain, numbness and a kind of bone-deep humiliation into a crippling signal that rushed straight to the brain. Freya's body spasmed violently, her recoil-sheared arms lashing out frantically, but only causing the bindings behind her to strangle deeper into her skin. 　　Without the slightest pause in her movements, Viola looped the back half of the foot shackle around and closed it perfectly around Freya's ankles. The three rubies lit up at the same time, and the flame spell control core in the center began to operate with a low hum. At the moment of completion, the "open" upper structure of the Dragon Claw Boots slowly closed once again, perfectly wrapping the ankle within it, and no difference could be seen from the outside. But from Freya's point of view, her left foot was no longer a part of her body, but had become a "torture instrument" display that was completely controlled by precision instruments. 　　"Feel it, Ms. Freya." Viola stood up and admired Freya's beautiful face, which was twisted by extreme pain and anger, "The foot restraint unit of the 'Dance of the Inferno Emperor' can release nine different modes of energy stimulation according to my will. From the slightest tingling, to enough to make the will break down ...... extreme torture."