The Chronicle of Demon Slaying and Binding

Prologue: Demon Slayers and Demons In corners of the world unknown to the masses, legends abound of wicked monsters that prey on humans. These demons feast on humanity, capture them for their amusement, reveling in brutality and insatiable lust, wantonly subverting what is considered happiness and beauty. Over long ages, demons gradually infiltrated human society, continuing their wicked deeds in the dark underbelly of civilization with even more terrifying and rampant audacity. Yet, simultaneously, a group of uniquely gifted individuals secretly fought against these exceedingly dangerous demons. Thus, an organization known as the "Demon Slayers' Guild" was born. The reasons for the Guild members' battles varied, yet their goals converged: some fought to maintain the stability of human society; others were driven by a simple yet unwavering sense of justice; while some sought fierce vengeance against the demons. The conflict between the Demon Slayers' Guild and the demons had raged for a thousand years. Those demons occupying higher ecological niches, and the humans fortunate enough to receive the Guild's aid, invariably referred to the Guild's members as—"Demon Slayers." 2020. Yunzhou City. Xianyu Wei, a beautiful maiden at the blossoming age of nineteen. Her slender frame stood at 167cm, her delicate skin as fair as snow. She had lustrous, long black hair, and a flawless, stunning face adorned with crystalline eyes like autumn pools; long, graceful eyelashes, a shapely nose, full and alluring red lips, skin like polished jade, a slender and tall figure, and a pair of the world's finest, long, fair, and perfectly straight jade legs. Her entire being exuded an ethereal, otherworldly aura, leaving onlookers with the breathtaking impression of a celestial being descended to earth. Her waterfall-like raven hair cascaded and fluttered in the wind as she walked. A pure white, neat uniform hugged her alluring, delicate body. Below, a red and black plaid pleated skirt, its hem barely covering the middle of her thighs, left the perfect curves of Xianyu Wei's long, beautiful legs completely exposed. Her jade feet were clad in a pair of white sneakers, giving her an appearance that was both demure and vibrantly energetic.

"Wuwu~ So... so uncomfortable..." Xianyu Wei's pretty face flushed even redder. This was the first time she had seen her teacher, Ji Hongyan, show absolutely no mercy. During their usual training, although Ji Hongyan's requirements were very strict, she would occasionally say comforting words like "Are you tired?" or "Let's take a break~". She never expected her to be so direct and decisive this time. Feeling the increasing sense of restraint on her body, Xianyu Wei couldn't help but feel scared. As Xianyu Wei's thoughts raced, Ji Hongyan helped the tightly bound Xianyu Wei sit on a soft cushion. Due to the crotch strap, Xianyu Wei's pair of long, slender, high-heeled legs instinctively clamped together slightly. Ji Hongyan picked up Xianyu Wei's feet, which were adorned with strappy high-heeled sandals, and carefully removed the sandals from her delicate feet. "Te... Teacher?" Xianyu Wei's voice, filled with surprise and doubt, echoed. "This is part of the training~" Ji Hongyan smiled, her hands not stopping. Red ropes danced, binding Xianyu Wei's slender, snow-white ankles with several loops, and then securing them vertically in the middle with two more wraps. Next, the red ropes climbed up Xianyu Wei's snow-like legs, tightly binding them together just above and below her knees. After binding Xianyu Wei's fair legs into an uneven, lotus-root-like shape, Ji Hongyan also sat down on the cushion. She gently stroked Xianyu Wei's long, dark hair, gathering all the strands together and tying them into a neat ponytail at the back of her head. "Teacher, what is this?" Xianyu Wei turned her head, looking at Ji Hongyan with confusion, becoming more and more bewildered. "You'll know soon~" Ji Hongyan smiled and took out a bundle of thin ropes, tightly binding Xianyu Wei's two crystal-clear big toes. Then, she suddenly grabbed Xianyu Wei's snow-white legs and bent them backward. With her other hand, she held the ponytail that had just been tied and pulled it forcefully towards her delicate feet. "Ahhh!! What... what is this pose?" Xianyu Wei's tender, fair, jade-like feet were quickly bent backward as far as possible towards her head. Ji Hongyan tied the other end of the rope binding Xianyu Wei's big toes to her ponytail. Xianyu Wei's tightly bound delicate body was instantly forced into a sexy "O" shape. Her jade feet were pulled by the strong red ropes into almost a straight line backward, her two crystal-clear big toes almost touching the back of her head. "Ji... Teacher Ji~ So... so painful! My body... my body is going to break..." Xianyu Wei was in unbearable pain. Fortunately, her body was extremely flexible. For an ordinary girl, under such strict binding, her waist would have likely been broken already. The extreme "four-hoofed" binding made it impossible for her knees to even touch the cushion. Her taut, snow-white legs were half-suspended in the air from the middle of her thighs. Her sexy, snow-like breasts, bound so tightly they were like balloons, also couldn't touch the cushion. Her beautiful, flushed face was pulled back to an extreme by the ropes. Only her lower abdomen and hips barely supported her on the cushion. The bones throughout her body ached as if they were about to fall apart. Even the strong-willed Xianyu Wei couldn't help but want to beg for mercy. "Teacher, I... uh... wuwuwuwu!!!" Xianyu Wei was hesitating whether to ask Ji Hongyan to slightly loosen the binding when, before she could speak, Ji Hongyan forcibly pried open her small mouth and stuffed an incredibly sexy red gag into it. "Hmph-hmmmmm~~ Wuwuwuwu!!!" Her mouth felt incredibly uncomfortable from being stretched, causing Xianyu Wei to involuntarily half-close her beautiful, alluring eyes. But in the blink of an eye, those alluring eyes were covered by Ji Hongyan with a black blindfold, and darkness completely enveloped Xianyu Wei. The harsh binding tormented Xianyu Wei, making her feel like she was dying. She cried out in pain and writhed on the cushion, struggling. However, her tightly bound delicate body could only sway back and forth like a roly-poly toy. Every time she tried to use her taut thighs to touch the ground, the ropes binding her would dig deeper into her flesh. Xianyu Wei was almost completely suspended, unable to exert any force. The ropes, tightly bound into her tender skin, only tightened further due to her futile struggles, emitting frightening "squeaking" sounds. "Phew~ All done. This is a very strict binding method, a bit cruel for beginners. Experience it well, you can try to break free if you can~" Ji Hongyan reached out and patted Xianyu Wei's head, smiling. But in Xianyu Wei's eyes, that smile was terrifying. Ji Hongyan's voice gradually faded. In the darkness, Xianyu Wei's fear surged. "Muwuwuwu~" Xianyu Wei shook her head, trying to calm down, and began to feel for the knots on her body with her slender fingers. "Wuwuwu~ No! The knots... I can't reach them..." After less than ten minutes, Xianyu Wei's soft breasts began to heave up and down due to her rapid breathing. Her whole body was covered in sweat, but she still couldn't reach the knots Ji Hongyan had tied. She was always just a little bit short. "Wuwuwu!!!" Although she had only been bound for a little over ten minutes, it felt like hours to the bound Xianyu Wei. During this time, she could only remain in the extreme "four-hoofed" binding position, completely unable to move. The harsh restraint had pushed Xianyu Wei to her limit. "Wuwuwu... Te... Teacher... Please... save me..." The more Xianyu Wei struggled, the more desperate she became. Large drops of cold sweat poured down her forehead. Her slender fingers, bound behind her back, fumbled around frantically but still couldn't reach anything. The feeling of helplessness made Xianyu Wei increasingly anxious. She cried out in despair, "Wuwuwu," and began to twist her taut, "O" shaped body, with her head and feet bound together, in a chaotic manner. However, this aimless struggle was useless, except for making every inch of her skin hurt more. The soreness all over her body made Xianyu Wei feel incredibly wronged. In such a disheveled state, Xianyu Wei once again felt a deep sense of powerlessness and fear. The terrifying demon from that night, which she never wanted to recall, seemed to have returned before her defenseless self, grinning and opening its bloody maw. "No... no..." Tears had unknowingly streamed down Xianyu Wei's pretty face. A brilliant stream of light appeared again, like a sharp blade, cutting through the ropes binding Xianyu Wei's body and freeing her delicate form. "Soul of Light, First Style: Flowing Light." Xianyu Wei collapsed softly onto the cushion, finally succumbing to exhaustion and losing consciousness. Outside the training room, Ji Hongyan, who had been watching Xianyu Wei the entire time, smiled with satisfaction.

In the center of the training room lay a large padded mat, with various ropes and restraints scattered across the surrounding floor. But the scene upon the mat was even more alluring—a beautiful girl, bound entirely with ropes and restraints, sat upon it! A black bondage hood completely encased the girl's head, obscuring her features entirely. Her dark, lustrous hair was tied into a ponytail, peeking out from the opening at the back of the black hood. Through the black fabric, a small

The leader of the kidnappers, feeling the cold gaze and sharp chill from the woman in leather, broke out in a cold sweat. He swallowed hard, trying to say something, but in the blink of an eye, the white-haired older sister in his sight vanished. Immediately, a scream came from beside him. Unbeknownst to them, Dongfang Jingxue had already appeared at their flank, her ice sword hilt striking a kidnapper hard, forcing him to his knees in pain. The leader was shocked and instinctively threw his restraint rope. As a String-rank demon slayer, Dongfang Jingxue knew the power of such a restraint. Seeing the rope, which shimmered with a faint golden light, flying towards her, she quickly twisted to dodge. Her tight leather suit accentuated her sexy abs, and as she turned, she unleashed a low-power cold current, sending the leader flying. Just as Dongfang Jingxue was about to finish off the last kidnapper, she abruptly stopped. The last kidnapper had somehow escaped the fray and grabbed the near-death Xianyu Wei, his thick arm encircling her delicate, pale neck. "Don't move! Move again and I'll strangle her!" Dongfang Jingxue froze. She couldn't take the risk. Although she was confident she could take down the kidnapper in three seconds, she had no certainty she could rescue her junior sister before she was further harmed. Her junior sister hadn't recovered from her fight with the amorphous demon and had been violated all night. Could she deal with the kidnapper before he choked her junior sister to death? Dongfang Jingxue's mind raced, contemplating a way out of this predicament, completely oblivious to the danger behind her. A faint breeze brushed past, followed by a *snap* as a metal collar was fastened around her neck. "Wh...?" A chilling sensation on her neck made Dongfang Jingxue instinctively swing her sword hilt backward. But her formidable ice greatsword dissipated in mid-air. "Can't sense ice element?!" Dongfang Jingxue exclaimed in shock, instantly realizing what the collar was – a restraint similar to the rope, capable of severing a demon slayer's connection to natural energy. Dongfang Jingxue knew she was in trouble. As she tried to pull off the collar, she was violently thrown to the ground. The first kidnapper she had knocked down and the leader had somehow gotten behind her. While she was distracted, they had placed the restraint on her and then attacked, pinning her down. The two burly kidnappers picked up the restraint rope. One forcefully twisted Dongfang Jingxue's hands together, while the other grabbed her long, alluring legs, completely subduing her with no chance of resistance. "Ah!!!" Dongfang Jingxue's delicate arms were forcibly bent back and tied tightly above her head in a "W" shape. Her fair, slender legs were also bound securely by the restraint rope. "You slut! Think you're so tough?" The leader, having secured Dongfang Jingxue's arms, grinned menacingly and produced a steel wire, attaching it to her slender neck and slowly tightening it. "Urgh..." Dongfang Jingxue's tongue lolled out as her body trembled violently, struggling with all her might. The wire tightened, and her pale body writhed more intensely. The leader, having personally experienced Dongfang Jingxue's attack, knew how powerful she was. He dared not be careless, fearing her escape. Veins bulged in his muscular arms as the wire dug deeper into Dongfang Jingxue's beautiful neck. "Urgh... urgh..." Her breathing suppressed, her body pinned down, Dongfang Jingxue had no room to utilize her martial arts skills. She struggled with her last ounce of strength, her sexy body arching backward. Finally, she lost consciousness.

"Mmmph!!! Mmph mmph!!! Ooooh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh mmph!?" In a mysterious training room, sounds of seductive, bone-chilling, yet simultaneously humiliated and indignant cries and moans continuously echoed. Within the training room, Fei Yan, completely naked, was tightly bound by restraints and suspended in the center. Her jade-like hands were twisted behind her back, crossed in a "W" shape, and bound securely. They were then hoisted high above her neck, her upper and lower arms pressed against her body, bound by red restraints into a lustful, segmented shape resembling lotus root. The round, high breasts in front were crisscrossed with ropes at their roots, tightened to bulge forward, shaking with her writhing, sexy body. Her lower body, her sexy, rounded beautiful legs, were brought together and bound by ropes from her slender, snow-white ankles all the way to the roots of her thighs. Each loop of rope also passed vertically through the center and tightened, preventing the restraints from slipping on Fei Yan's smooth, tender, alluring flesh while also constricting them more tightly. This caused Fei Yan's straight, powerful legs to bulge with attractive, fleshy mounds, giving them a full, sensual appearance and a strangely decadent beauty. In addition, a gag with a hole was firmly wedged between Fei Yan's moist, red lips, stretching them wide open into an "O" shape, unable to close. Strands of sweet saliva unceasingly flowed from the corners of Fei Yan's mouth and through the small holes of the gag, drawing out silvery-white threads that dripped onto her chest, which was already rounded and enlarged by the ropes, creating an incredibly lewd spectacle. Furthermore, a rope hung from a ceiling ring, fixed to Fei Yan's jade-like wrists, which were crossed and bound behind her back in a "W" shape. The adjusted length ensured that Fei Yan could only keep her jade-like feet on tiptoe, taut and unable to relax, otherwise her jade-like arms would experience a tearing pain. In front of Fei Yan, also tightly bound by restraints, her snow-white feet on tiptoe, was Xian Yuwei, equally naked. Her snow-white breasts were fully exposed. Unlike Fei Yan, Xian Yuwei's snow-white hands were bound together behind her back in a "Y" shape, pointing upwards, her arms and shoulders almost bent back at a 90-degree angle. To alleviate the pressure on her jade-like arms, Xian Yuwei was forced to maintain a lustful, bent-over, ass-up posture, standing on her tiptoes. In addition, Xian Yuwei was shamefully wearing a horse-bit gag, the nose hook of which was tightly gripping her nostrils, pulling them upwards and distorting her beautiful, delicate features. Her long black hair was tied into a ponytail and secured at the end of a "J"-shaped anal hook inserted into her anus. In this way, Xian Yuwei had to maintain the lustful and uncomfortable posture of being bent over with her ass up and her feet on tiptoe, while also having to hold her head high, watching Fei Yan, tightly bound by red ropes, her sexy red lips stretched wide by the gag and continuously dripping sweet saliva, a shameful sight. At the same time, her own distorted features from the horse-bit gag and her own shamefully dripping saliva were fully visible to Fei Yan. Between the two of them, the equally naked and adorable Zili was suspended by a four-horse hitch in the position between their [REDACTED]. Her red lips were stretched wide open by a double-headed dildo, unable to close. As sweet saliva unceasingly flowed from the corners of her mouth, the dildo inserted diagonally upwards externally looked incredibly lustful. Its realistic design made it appear as if Zili's mouth had grown a large cock. Furthermore, Zili's [REDACTED] was also inserted with a thick, double-headed dildo. Then, the double-headed dildo in her mouth and the one in her [REDACTED] were inserted into Fei Yan and Xian Yuwei's [REDACTED] respectively, one after the other. In this way, as soon as any of the three could not control themselves and writhed their bound bodies, it would trigger a chain reaction, causing the dildos inserted into each other's lower bodies to continuously grind and stimulate them. Once stimulated, the three would inevitably writhe their bound bodies and moan, which would then cause the dildos to stimulate their [REDACTED] even more intensely, and the beautiful girls would writhe even more violently, forming a vicious cycle. "Ooooh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh mmph!!! Woo woo woo woo!!!!!!!!! Mmph mmph mmph!?!!!!!!!!" Amidst the continuous sounds of humiliated and indignant cries and moans, Xian Yuwei and Fei Yan's honey water continuously flowed from their [REDACTED], trickling down their trembling snow-white beautiful legs, leaving clear traces of being soaked by the honey water on each other's exquisite tender legs. Zili, in the middle of the two, also continuously flowed with honey water amidst her constant writhing and moaning, completely soaking her [REDACTED], dripping "drip, drip" onto the ground to form a puddle emitting a strong, lewd scent. "Hahahahahahahaha!!! How is it, you three sluts? This position is pretty good, right? This way, all three of you can make each other comfortable, hahahaha!!!" Just as Xian Yuwei and the other two were writhing their bound bodies in shame and indignation, continuously crying out, the leader, Mo Kuang, walked in...

"Mmmph... Mmph mmph... MOOOMPH!!!! Mmph mmph mmph mmph!!!!!” "Zzzzzzzzz!!!!!" The sounds of a beautiful girl's seductive moans and the crackling of electricity echoed intermittently within a torture chamber. Fei Yan remained completely immobilized, naked and affixed to the wall by restraint devices. Her wrists, bound behind her back, were clamped shut by two metal rings fashioned into handcuffs. Her delicate hands were entirely encased in matching patent leather gloves. Fei Yan's hands were pressed tightly together, and the restraint ropes were wound several times around her elbows before being cinched and tied securely. The remaining ropes crisscrossed over and under the large, pale mounds of her breasts. Finally, the ropes were brought back to the knot at her wrists and tied off, forcing her hands flush against her voluptuous torso and smooth back. Her firm, shapely legs were spread apart with extreme caution, pulled back from either side of her delicate body. Once her slender ankles and the soft skin of her calves were secured by metal cuffs on the restraint device, Fei Yan was forced into an exaggerated, lewd pose, her legs spread wide open, her alluring [X] exposed without reservation. Fei Yan's beautiful, sensitive [X] continuously secreted clear fluid, pulsing and parting as if she were breathing rapidly under intense stimulation. A thick, metal, tube-like object was brutally and forcefully inserted into Fei Yan's [X], its terrifying size stretching her [X] into a grotesque circle. Four locking clasps protruded from the gap between the metal tube and her [X], securing this horrifying object firmly within Fei Yan's body. However, the size was not what terrified Fei Yan the most. At the center of the metal tube's base, several wires were bundled together, extending downwards to a discharge box equipped with a timer. Every ten seconds, a violent electric current was released. Each ticking sound of the timer sent shivers of dread through Fei Yan. After an unknown duration, Fei Yan had already lost control of her bladder countless times from the electrocution. Yet, despite enduring immense pain, Fei Yan could not even scream. Her beautiful face was completely covered by a black leather hood, with only a triangular opening allowing her delicate nose to breathe and prevent [X]. A large leather gag covered Fei Yan's mouth and everything below her nose, its surface studded with straps that wrapped around her delicate jaw, the soft skin of her cheeks, her forehead, and the top of her head, finally converging at the back of her skull, tightened and locked with a small padlock. As the gag's straps tightened, hooks inserted into her nostrils on her forehead were simultaneously pulled upwards, stretching her delicate nose into two parallel slits. A large, circular plug pressed against the opening of her mouth within the leather gag, saliva continuously flowing out through the gaps. Her vision was completely stolen by the hood. The extreme and exaggerated restraints rendered any struggle futile; the handcuffs and ropes showed no signs of loosening. She was tortured to the brink of death, but the electrocution every ten seconds prevented her from recovering. She whimpered in agony, forced to endure it all. "Mmm... Mmph mmph... Mmmph mmph... Mmmph... Mmmph mmph..." "Beep... beep... beep..." The mechanical ticking of the countdown continued until the sound returned—"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!!!"—the long warning tone for the discharge arrived as scheduled. "MOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!"

The Viper's Nest remained noncommittal, adding, "Her Excellency, the Matriarch, accompanying the strike team this time is not for sightseeing in this ancient and powerful nation. She is our ultimate contingency plan, as this operation must be foolproof. Of course, this is merely my suggestion; the final decision rests with you, Lord Horikugi." Horikugi nervously wiped away a bead of cold sweat, his mind racing with calculations. After a long moment, he finally made up his mind and commanded his subordinate, "Then please, have Her Excellency the Matriarch brought forth." The men in black, upon receiving the order, rose and departed. Soon, they returned, carrying a large metal container. "Shhh!" At the sight of the metal container, Horikugi, the Viper's Nest, Kyokunagi, Yamakui, and all the members of the strike team, whether busy or gravely wounded, knelt on one knee, right fist clenched over their chests, and bowed with utmost reverence to the metal container. "Kaka kaka... kaka kaka..." The men in black pressed several buttons on the container, and a mechanical whirring sound indicated it was opening. All eyes turned towards the sound— "Wuwuwuwuwu mmmmuuuu ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh... wuwuwu... wuwuwuwuwu..." With a "kacha" sound, the metal container swung open to both sides, revealing its contents to everyone's gaze—a mature, sexy, and exquisitely beautiful woman. The beautiful woman had slightly curled long hair tied back in a noble bun exuding mature charm. Her alluring face was ripe and inviting. Her tall, hot figure was full and well-proportioned, her skin as white as snow, smooth and elastic. Her healthy, plump body was tender and succulent, brimming with the rounded beauty of maturity. On the mature, seductive noblewoman's chest, a pair of full, enormous breasts, like watermelons, proudly jutted out, giving the impression that if not for her incredibly healthy, full, and well-built fleshy body, an ordinary woman would likely be instantly bent over by the weight of such ample cleavage. Faint outlines of abdominal muscles could be seen on her firm, full waist, just above her pale, soft belly. Below her navel, a triangular area, like a steamed bun or a melon, was plump and thick. Her plump, white flesh was exposed, and on either side of this lewd, exposed area, her two strong, shapely, long legs were like rare jade pillars. Her thighs were plump, tender, and beautiful, her calves full and firm, exuding exceptional sexiness. Her entire being was filled with the alluring scent of mature femininity. Facing this seductive and alluring woman, Horikugi and his group dared not harbor any lustful thoughts. Even their breathing became somewhat suppressed, not only because of the woman's immensely noble status but also due to the deadly totem tattoos on her snow-white skin: a lifelike Japanese viper emerged from the side of her large right breast, its ferocious head peeking out. Its dark green scales reflected a cold, oily sheen on the full, snow-white flesh. The snake's forked tongue, flicking "hiss hiss," almost touched the woman's plump, erect nipple. The snake's body coiled around the lower edge of her ample breasts, winding down along the faint contours of her firm abdomen, the dark green scales creating a striking contrast with her snow-white skin. With every breath the woman took, the muscle contractions made the snake tattoo writhe as if alive on her taut skin, eventually disappearing into the plump triangular area below her lower abdomen. The aggressive snake scales spread across the woman's beautiful back and fleshy legs. The demonic snake body coiled around her smooth spine, and its terrifying scales drew an eerie web on the tender, soft flesh of her thighs. Towards her calves, the pattern gradually faded into a hazy mist, making one marvel that this was not the skin of an ordinary seductive woman, but a poisoned weapon capable of killing. The Snake Hideout, Her Excellency the Matriarch, Izeyama Maiko. At this moment, the noble Matriarch's full, jade-like arms were forcibly brought together and bent backward. Hydraulic metal shackles on the container successively locked her upper and lower arms to their extreme, fixing them in a "Y" shape against the inner sides of the container. Izeyama Maiko's elbow joints were violently forced together, her forearms pressed tightly against each other with no gap, compelling her to arch her plump, snow-white breasts high. Her magnificent bosom was thus openly displayed before the men in black. A metal breast clamp, clearly several sizes smaller than Izeyama Maiko's breasts, was tightly fastened to the base of her breasts, forcing her enormous, voluptuous breasts to swell even further, becoming round as if filled with air. Several red, tough ropes were tied into a net pattern and then tightly secured around the middle of Izeyama Maiko's breasts, dividing her proud, massive breasts into two lewd sections. Metal studs pierced and secured her engorged, mature brown nipples, flashing with a dangerous red light. "Wuwuwuwu... wu mmmmuuuu... mmmmooo..." Izeyama Maiko's seductive, mature body was tightly ensnared by a hollowed-out leather restraint suit. Countless strong restraint straps squeezed her full, juicy body, creating uneven, undulating mounds of lewd, white flesh. Izeyama Maiko's long, sensuous legs were spread wide apart, her thighs and calves folded and rigidly fixed to the opposite walls of the metal container by hydraulic metal shackles. Her jade-like feet were tensed to their limit, just barely touching the bottom of the container. Three thick, monstrous dildos were fixed to the bottom of the container, and these three enormous dildos were now neatly and deeply inserted into Izeyama Maiko's urethra, anus, and vagina. These dildos writhed violently within her super-sensitive body, accompanied by waves of burning heat, causing Izeyama Maiko to feel intense stimulation surging from her lower body like an endless tide, her mature, plump body trembling uncontrollably. Furthermore, countless tiny needles extended from the small suction cups on the dildos, which were attached to the walls of her orifices, piercing the delicate and sensitive flesh of her vaginal walls. They began to frequently release electric currents and continuously inject her with prolactin and diuretics, bringing Izeyama Maiko even more intense stimulation. Her wide-open, alluring gates were already overflowing with moisture, and a pool of seductive bodily fluids covered the bottom of the container. Hot vapor visibly rose out of the box. "Ugh!!! Ah... wu... wuwu ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh ooooooh!" A metal gag shamefully restrained Izeyama Maiko's mouth, keeping it wide open. Her alluring tongue extended out, and it could be seen that her tongue was also pierced with a tongue stud. "We pay our respects to Her Excellency the Matriarch!" the men in black said in unison. After a while, the men in black, with much effort, released Izeyama Maiko from her restraints. The Matriarch elegantly smoothed her hair, tiptoed on her bare feet, and walked to the center of the group. As Izeyama Maiko swayed her wild and sexy waist forward, her tattoos displayed a stunning dynamic beauty. The snake's eyes, painted with cinnabar, were forever frozen in a predatory gaze, echoing the wilting scarlet peony on her left breast. The thorns of the flower's branches dug into the muscle texture, and the veins of her breasts throbbed with the rise and fall of her ample bosom: "So, this is why you asked me to intervene?" "Your subordinates are incompetent! We have shamed the Snake Hideout, shamed Her Excellency the Matriarch! Your subordinates deserve death!" Horikugi led the men in black in kneeling on one knee again, confessing their faults in unison. "Heh heh~ That is her daughter. You should also understand the opponent you are about to face," Izeyama Maiko said, her tone devoid of blame. "Mmm~ There's an intoxicating scent in the air~"

A mysterious place, the greatest secret of the Ise family. This vast underground space, known as the "Snakebone Womb," is located in the deepest part of the mountains within the Ise family's territory. It is a hollowed-out natural cavern, later reinforced and expanded with obsidian and human remains, and inscribed with sinister incantations of binding. In the center of this space lies an immense bowl-shaped depression. The inner walls of this depression are not rock, but rather the desiccated corpses of countless generations of Ise ancestors, fused and assembled in a grotesque manner. These remains have been treated with a special secret art, their skin like charred charcoal, their bones twisted and deformed, forming a colossal, still faintly convulsing family crest. This is the foundation of the "Womb," the source of the "Ancient Blood's Stirring." "Where is the feed for the gods?" the pale, withered man asked, leisurely crossing his legs. He was the apex of power in the Ise family, Ise Eizai. Beneath him, "Uwaaa... Wahu!!!! Umooo!!!" A voluptuous mature woman's hands and feet were bent and bound together, tightly encased in tough green leather. The restraints on the surface of the leather and the opening of the bag were cinched to their absolute tightest. Thus secured, this sow could only support her fleshy body, and Ise Eizai, on her knees and elbows, serving as his lowly seat. Locked restraints completely encased Ise Mai's palms. The restraining straps at the top of the gloves were fastened to the nape of Ise Mai's neck, forcing her palms to press tightly against her slender, snow-white neck. A transparent urine bag clipped to her thigh was already half-filled with golden liquid. The extending transparent tube led directly into [X]. Hidden within her pubic mound, [X] wore a metal electroshock ring, like a ring, which, when tightened, constricted Ise Mai's sensitive and erotic [X] into an incredibly swollen state. Due to gravity, Ise Mai's plump, magnificent breasts sagged towards the ground in an oval, large teardrop shape, swaying slightly with the movement of her body. Metal nipple rings at the tips of her breasts swung erratically against her two brown, erect [X] nipples. Her mature, seductive face was firmly restrained by leather straps, which merely served to secure the gag and nose hook on Ise Mai's face. The gag, with its plug, enveloped everything from Ise Mai's nose down to her delicate chin. This gag was integrated with a thick neck collar, which, once locked with a small metal key, could not be opened by any other means. The nose hook stretched Ise Mai's wanton nose into a long strip. Her tongue, extended from the open gag, dripped with white, viscous fluid, a picture of utter infatuation. Years before the start of today's ritual, a silent terror had spread throughout the land of the Rising Sun and even into neighboring countries. Degenerate ninjas, ronin from the streets, unscrupulous merchants, and even pirates – their targets were very clear: exceptional young women within a specific age range and in good health. The abductions occurred on dark roads, in fields, and even from secluded residences, carried out with clean, swift precision, leaving almost no trace. The abducted beauties were bound in a spread-eagle position and stuffed into sealed cargo containers. They were transported via trucks and smuggling ships, through secret routes, like mere cargo, continuously delivered to the Ise family's territory. "All sixty missions, from one to sixty, have been completed. All feed has been delivered to the Snakebone Womb. The ritual can commence at any time," a subordinate reported respectfully. "Then let us begin." At the patriarch's command, the black ancestral remains seemed to come alive, greedily absorbing the blood and emitting a humming sound like a sigh. Subsequently, the women, bound in a spread-eagle fashion, were poured all at once into the immense bowl-shaped depression, like fish caught in a net, landing upon the cold, twisted ancestral remains. The sheer number of beauties quickly filled the depression layer by layer, resembling a lake of living flesh, still faintly undulating. The incantations carved into the surrounding walls suddenly lit up, emitting a dim, eerie glow. The foundation composed of ancestral remains seemed to transform into a colossal digestive organ. The black "walls" began to ooze a highly corrosive black mucus, flowing slowly, submerging and dissolving the female flesh above. This was a slow and terrifying process. There were no screams, only faint, grating sounds of dissolution and the muffled thuds of flesh and bone being crushed and fused. An intensely potent smell of blood mixed with a strange sweetness, permeating the entire space. The dissolving liquid from the upper layers seeped into the lower ones, mixing with more flesh and blood... This process continued relentlessly, like a giant, living crucible simmering an indescribable thick soup. "This is your destined fate, Mother, are you looking forward to it?" Ise Eizai leaned close to Ise Mai's alluring face and chuckled, his withered hand restlessly kneading her large, soft, super-ample breasts. "Ahhh... Ahwaa... Ahwaaaaaa..." Yet, as she met Ise Eizai's gaze in her state of utter infatuation, Ise Mai showed no trace of humiliation, shame, or sorrow. Instead, her seductive eyes flickered with a kind of extreme longing.