Lily bondage story

Seria skillfully began to wrap the rope from her wrists around Helen's soft skin, coiling it round and round, her movements like a graceful dance, both practiced and filled with tenderness. Seria first secured Helen's wrists together with a gentle yet firm knot, ensuring she couldn't break free. Then, her forearms. The magic-binding rope snaked up Helen's smooth skin, tightly encircling her upper arms, each loop seeming to whisper unspoken emotions. Next came the elbows. Seria artfully threaded the magic-binding rope through Helen's elbow joints, securing them firmly so her arms couldn't extend freely. The rope continued upward, wrapping around Helen's arms, each knot meticulously tightened to ensure not a single strand was loose. Seria's movements were calm and steady, as if she had become one with the magic-binding rope, displaying astonishing skill and a unique flair. As the rope reached Helen's delicate neck, Seria paused, gently touching her soft skin. "Se... Miss Seria, how... how are you so good at tying people up..." Helen was still bewildered at this point. "We've only known each other for a semester, and you barely dared to speak to me. Of course, you don't know me well enough," Seria said with a smile, already beginning to bind Helen's shoulders and chest. Seria continued to wrap the magic-binding rope around her tender skin, each touch filled with deep affection and gentleness. Her movements were fluid and natural, as if she were painting a beautiful picture on Helen, the rope extending to Helen's waist and hips. Seria used a unique binding method to wrap her body, accentuating the perfect curves of her slender waist and perky hips. Helen's body seemed to transform into a stunning sculpture, showcasing feminine curves and elegant posture. Seria then pulled the magic-binding rope to the back, gently coiling it around Helen's back, loop after loop, until her entire back was covered. Each binding was carefully designed to be both aesthetically pleasing and secure, ensuring Helen's beauty was not violated but displayed in another perfect way, making it impossible to look away. After binding Helen's upper body, Seria lifted her and placed her on the bed. Sivir was truly too drunk; to witness such beauty and remain indifferent was a pity. After placing Helen on the bed, Seria smiled and brought over Helen's perfect legs, clad in white stockings, and began her exquisite binding, gently wrapping the magic-binding rope around Helen's ankles. Her movements were fluid and elegant, each touch filled with tenderness and delicacy. Seria gently coiled the magic-binding rope around her slender ankles, loop after loop, securing them firmly without being too tight. Then, she extended the rope from her ankles to Helen's calves, using a method of binding and then reinforcing with knots in between to secure them tightly. The rope continued upward, encircling Helen's knees. Seria's movements were gentle yet firm, winding from her knees up to Helen's perfect thighs, artfully wrapping the rope around them. After four coils, she tied it to the rope at her hips, securing the magic-binding rope to Helen's thighs, rendering her unable to move. Helen was thus tightly bound by Seria, unable to move, yet she felt a strange sense of comfort and security, as if she were in a warm and peaceful embrace. Seria admired her masterpiece with satisfaction. Helen was still wearing her elegant dress, which, under the binding of the ropes, accentuated her breasts. The stockings on her legs tightly hugged the roots of her thighs, her lower body, and her perky hips. At this moment, her face was as beautiful as jade, captivating and charming. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, with a few strands falling before her eyes. Her clear black and white eyes were alluring, her fair face flawless, her nose like jade, her cherry lips crimson. Her figure was tall and hot, her entire body crisscrossed and tightly bound by dozens of ropes, motionless, as perfect and alluring as a jade sculpture. "It seems tonight will be a sleepless night~" Seria said with a smile, holding Helen in her arms. The elf beauty's emerald eyes were full of playfulness as she looked at Helen, who was leaning closer, a half-smile on her lips. "Mmm, mmmph! Seria-chan..." Looking at Seria before her, the bound Helen tried to squirm, but naturally, it was useless under the binding of the magic-binding rope. "I've actually been very interested in you too, Miss Helen~" Seria said with a smile, pinching Helen's chest and embracing the wriggling Helen, her smile radiant. "We elves are actually more open and more passionate than you humans..." "Ah, Seria, I... I'm sorry...呜呜, I was wrong..."

"Good girl. Open your mouth, ah—" "No!" Xia Ruoxi chuckled at her futile resistance. With a mere thought, invisible threads coalesced in the void, continuing to tickle her miserable soles in place of Xia Ruoxi's fingers. "Hahaha, no, hahahaha, Ruoxi..." Under the duress of the tickles, she was forced to open her mouth. Even now, she wanted to beg for mercy, breaking her plea into scattered fragments, offering it pitifully amidst her laughter. "Ruoxi, you know what I truly want to hear, don't you, Senior Sister?" Xia Ruoxi rolled up her silk stocking into a ball and slowly brought it to her lips. "I know, hahahaha, I know!" Jiang Qingcheng turned her head away, perhaps finally unable to bear the torment in her heart, or perhaps she simply loved being tickled too much. Jiang Qingcheng finally revealed her true feelings, "I want, hahahaha, I want to be tickled!" "You've done it, Senior Sister," Xia Ruoxi nodded with satisfaction. The next moment, Xia Ruoxi pinched her chin and forcibly stuffed the ball of stocking into her mouth. "Unfortunately, you still have to eat it." "Mmmph..." Jiang Qingcheng froze for a moment, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Don't cry. Senior Sister has finally opened her heart. As your junior sister, I should give you a reward." Xia Ruoxi circled behind the screen, her index fingertip pressing down heavily on her bare, vulnerable sole. "Senior Sister, tell me, is that good?" "..." There was no response. Behind the screen, only her heavy breathing and intermittent sobs could be heard. Crying was fine. Xia Ruoxi had plenty of ways to make her laugh. With a thought, countless fine threads reappeared. The tips of the threads pierced through Jiang Qingcheng's toes, looped around, and tightened. Under Xia Ruoxi's amused gaze, Jiang Qingcheng's toes were entwined by invisible threads, pulled forcefully towards the instep, as if she were actively spreading her toes, exposing her most sensitive parts, waiting for Xia Ruoxi's favor. Stretched to their limit by the threads, her soles were completely free of wrinkles. Her arches were smooth, her skin fair and tinged with a faint blush. After the previous whirlwind of tickles and torment, a thin layer of sweat coated her skin, dissipating into wisps of steam in the cold night air. Perhaps foreseeing her terrible fate and recalling the devastating tickle sessions before, Jiang Qingcheng panicked. She desperately tried to move her feet, but from her toes to her soles, she was bound tightly by the threads, utterly immobile. At the same time, her vision was obstructed, and her senses were suppressed. She couldn't see Xia Ruoxi's actions behind the screen at all. Her skin remained taut, her nerves exquisitely sensitive. ...But the anticipated tickles never came. Xia Ruoxi stood with her arms crossed, watching her toes turn deathly pale from exertion, watching her approach the edge of a precipice, caught between desire and fear. No, she wasn't choosing to go to the edge; it was just that with these beautiful feet in Xia Ruoxi's hands, Xia Ruoxi could take her wherever she pleased. Of course, Xia Ruoxi wasn't deliberately neglecting her. At this moment, the threads extended Xia Ruoxi's sense of touch. With a "click," they easily pried open the wooden box Jiang Qingcheng used for her luggage. A porcelain bottle and a soft brush floated before Xia Ruoxi. The bottle was milky white. Jiang Qingcheng had shown it off to Xia Ruoxi countless times, calling it a treasure from the West, something called "body wash." She cherished the brush even more, never letting Xia Ruoxi touch it, but Xia Ruoxi didn't know what material it was made of. Xia Ruoxi held the bottle in one hand and the brush in the other, tiptoeing towards Jiang Qingcheng. With a thought, the invisible threads acted as Xia Ruoxi's vanguard, landing first on her bare sole.

"Hahahahaha, no, Zeus..." This voice, it seemed, belonged to a beauty... To merely call her a beauty might be an insult, after all, she held the esteemed title of "Queen" in myths and legends, a noble woman who could make countless heroes and valiant warriors fall at her feet. Her exquisite face and perfect physique were a deadly poison capable of enchanting men, and the playful smirk that occasionally graced her lips, even if fleeting, could spark endless fantasies – what wicked schemes was Her Majesty the Queen plotting next? So, let's refer to her as "Queen" for now, as her voluptuous bosom and full, perky buttocks were not endowments possessed by ordinary women. However, within Chaldea, royalty was the most useless thing. Whether Queen or King of Heroes, anyone before the Master – Zeus – had to maintain genuine friendliness and respect from the bottom of their hearts, lest they end up like that pink-haired Queen, bound to a bed and posed at someone else's whim. "Zeus, hahahaha, ah hahahaha... I was wrong, hahahaha..." Queen Medb's situation was not looking good at the moment. She was wearing her usual sexy, pure white three-point combat uniform, but her limbs were bound to the four corners of the bed with special ropes. Her wrists and ankles were exposed, each adorned with Mystic Codes that sealed her magic. Her graceful body was stretched out against the pristine white sheets, and even her slender neck was fitted with a metal collar. Her state of subjugation was so evident that Her Majesty the Queen had no dignity left to speak of. Of course, the Queen's body was sexy and beautiful, incredibly alluring to humans of any age, and even to this battle-hardened Master, who had seen his fair share of beautiful Heroic Spirits, it was no exception. However, compared to the appreciation of beauty, anger was currently the dominant emotion in his heart... Because of this, Zeus showed no mercy to Medb. He straddled her waist, his hands casually scratching her sensitive, soft midsection. His hands would occasionally wander upwards, grasping her exposed side breasts, kneading the unblemished flesh of her armpits, doing everything short of licking her directly. And that adorable little pet, Yaya, was not idle either. Under Zeus's command, she approached the Queen's beautiful feet and began licking the soft flesh of her soles with her tongue. Her nimble tongue would repeatedly dart between her toes, and with each tease, her slender ten toes would involuntarily spread apart, then subconsciously close, accompanied by a few giggles... The Queen's majesty was utterly shattered. Played with by both the Master and Yaya, she was miserable. Her body desperately tried to break free from its restraints, but all she managed to do was break out in a sweat. Instead, it only ignited Zeus's desire to conquer. His hands became even more unrestrained in their scratching, and Yaya, also excited, continued to lick the Queen's fair soles, naturally eliciting increasingly loud screams from the Queen, accompanied by bursts of laughter. Moans, wild cries, screams of agony... It was merely tickling, yet her body reacted as if during sexual intercourse. If not for the constant echoes of painful laughter in the room, an uninformed observer might have misunderstood. Zeus was currently displaying a rare display of his authority as Master, pressing down on Medb's lower abdomen from his riding position, forcing his weight and an unbearable, tantalizing heat into every part of her body. If Medb were still clinging to her so-called queenly dignity, she would likely face an even more tragic fate than this. Outside the room, numerous Heroic Spirits were crowded at the doorway, their ears pressed against the door, clearly trying to figure out what was happening inside.

At this moment, Mu Ziyan's feet were completely immobilized, not even her toes could budge. Her fair, delicate insteps were pressed tightly against the wooden planks of the foot stocks, leaving her tender, rosy soles and sensitive arches completely exposed, with nowhere to hide. "What trick are you trying to pull now?!" Mu Ziyan tentatively wiggled her feet and toes, only to find that with the foot stocks and toe restraints, she had lost all control over her feet. This feeling of powerlessness made the well-trained ace female agent deeply uneasy. "Madam Mu, I know you've been trying to provoke me, to disrupt my interrogation methods and rhythm. This is one of the counter-interrogation techniques used by female spies after capture, and I'm well aware of it. It has no effect on me! But—" Su Bingchan paused for dramatic effect, extending her hands again. All ten slender fingers covered the soles of Mu Ziyan's jade-like feet before she slowly continued, "But, I'm still very angry because you're provoking me and questioning my tickle torture! So, you will pay a heavy price for provoking me! Are you ready, little darling? Believe me, you'll regret it!" As soon as Su Bingchan finished speaking, her ten nimble fingers seemed to unleash hell, moving rapidly and gracefully across the soles of Mu Ziyan's small feet. The sharp nail tips on the woman's fingers were like torture instruments specifically designed for tickling, scraping against the sensitive spots on Mu Ziyan's feet. Whether it was the plump, rosy soles, the delicate, tender arches, or even the less sensitive areas and the edges of her insteps, none escaped this cruel torture! In an instant, Mu Ziyan felt herself plummet from the peaceful human world into the brutal hell of tickle torture. Although she had gradually adapted to the teasing and playful tickling before, this high-intensity torment made her unable to suppress a series of exhilarating screams and laughter. After all, her feet were incredibly sensitive! "Pah, I won't regret it—Ah~ So itchy, hahahahahaha, why is it so itchy, my feet, hahahahahaha, it's too itchy, you pervert... Ugh, hahahahahaha, no, it feels so bad, hahahahahaha, I can't move at all, you bastard, hahahahahaha, stop it, I'm going crazy, hahahahahaha, it's so itchy, don't scratch like that, hahahaha, you bastard!!!" The muscles in Mu Ziyan's legs tensed instantly as she fought madly against the foot stocks and ropes on the rack, desperately trying to break free. However, the sturdy ropes held her ankles, thighs, and toes tightly, leaving her with no room to dodge and forcing her to continue accepting Su Bingchan's tickling torment. "Get lost, let go, hahahahahaha, let me go, you pervert, hahahahaha, I'm going to kill you, get lost, hahahahahaha, stop tickling my soles, my arches, hahahahahaha, my arches too, you bastard, hahahahahaha, it's so itchy, stop it, hahahahahaha, it's so itchy!!!" The woman's pretty face was adorned with a smile, but her sexy lips spat out curses. Large, crystalline beads of sweat trickled down Mu Ziyan's temples, and her flowing hair flew through the air with the shaking of her head. This stunningly beautiful and sexy female agent had lost all her previous elegance and composure, instead resembling a wild, cackling madwoman, shouting and cursing. In this moment, she wanted to laugh, yet she didn't. She wanted to laugh because of her body's natural reaction. Regardless of how sensitive one's feet were, anyone would involuntarily laugh when their soles were tickled like this; the only difference would be the volume and intensity of the laughter. Mu Ziyan didn't want to laugh because psychologically, she strongly resisted the feeling of her feet being toyed with and played with. This had nothing to do with undergoing interrogation; she simply believed that feet should be a private part of oneself and should not be treated with such wanton disrespect. At the same time, she detested Su Bingchan's excitement at seeing her painful and helpless laughter. This extremely pathological behavior instilled a sense of fear in Mu Ziyan's heart. After these rounds of exchanges, she was afraid that there were even more sensitive spots on her feet, which meant she might face even more cruel torture than this. Alas, psychological resistance could not overcome physiological natural reactions. No matter how unwilling Mu Ziyan was, with each movement of Su Bingchan's fingers, as each nail landed on the woman's tender soles, it would elicit even more intense bursts of laughter! "Tsk, you can't even handle the tickling of the regular spots? Heh, Madam Mu, if you don't want me to torture you until you completely lose your mind, then I advise you to speak up sooner rather than later! What I want to know has nothing to do with your organization; I'm just curious about your private life!" Su Bingchan said coaxingly, slowing down the pace of her tickling. This offered Mu Ziyan a glimmer of hope amidst her suffering, giving her the illusion that she could still endure. The goal was to make this game more interesting!

At the edge of Empress Yun Rou's vision stood an instrument of torture, firmly cast into the wall with fine iron. The wall was dotted with iron rings of varying sizes. Two iron rods were securely cast into the wall at their base, angling outwards at the top. At the very top of the iron rods, a rail-like metal groove connected the rod tops to the wall. A square iron plate was inserted into this metal track. The inner side of the iron plate, facing the wall, featured three semicircular indentations lined with soft padding – one large and two small. The outer side, facing outwards, had an opening at each corner, adjacent to two ramp-like protrusions. Above each ramp were five separate small iron rings. The inner surfaces of the ramps and openings were also lined with soft padding. The Empress hesitated not, walking directly towards the instrument. Emperor Xuan Yu opened his mouth to speak, but seeing Consort Tian also walking towards the torture device, he ultimately said nothing. "Your Highness the Empress has excellent taste! This is the 'Phoenix Cry Platform' that I designed for you. Allow me to assist Your Highness in ascending the platform." Empress Yun Rou's expression remained unchanged as she calmly reached the instrument. Though she was completely naked, her steps towards the device were so elegant, so regal, as if she were still the noble Empress in her phoenix robes, not a prisoner stripped of all her garments. Consort Tian maintained her seductive smile, swaying as she approached Empress Yun Rou, politely gesturing for her to stand against the wall. Consort Tian then positioned the Empress's neck and wrists against the wall, where three semicircular pads aligned with the three semicircular indentations on the iron plate, comfortably cradling the Empress's nape and wrists. Consort Tian then slowly pushed the iron plate inwards. The three semicircular indentations on the plate met the padded indentations on the wall perfectly, securely fixing the Empress's neck and wrists to the wall. On the outer sides of the side rails, metal wedges protruded at intervals. Once the iron plate was pushed fully inwards and flush against the wall, Consort Tian pressed each wedge into place, securing the plate, and then locked it with a sturdy copper padlock. With the Empress's position secured, Consort Tian could then lock the Empress's body into the shackles on the wall, which corresponded to each part of her body, at her leisure. First, her hands. The Empress's hands were spread, palms flat against the wall, each finger secured at every joint by an iron ring. Then, her head. Her forehead was locked against the wall by an iron band, rendering her head immobile, even turning it with immense effort. Yun Rou's torso was also gently secured by Consort Tian into shackles that connected the floor to the wall. Her elbows, beneath her breasts, her waist, and her knees were all locked. While shackling the Empress, Consort Tian would also "accidentally" brush against her sensitive areas, causing the Empress to let out occasional whimpers. After a few such instances, the Empress Yun Rou, who had been so strong and elegant moments before, now flushed crimson. Most importantly, Yun Rou's heart was now completely filled with terror. Though she desperately suppressed it, her once resolute gaze began to show evasion and fear. How could Consort Tian miss this inner turmoil? She grabbed the Empress's left foot. The unbalanced Empress Yun Rou let out a startled cry. Consort Tian then cupped the Empress's foot, her sharp nails lightly tracing the sole of her foot. Amidst the Empress's cries and laughter, Consort Tian lifted her left foot and placed it into the opening on the outer side of the iron plate, then closed the opening and locked it. Next was the Empress's right foot. Once both of the Empress's feet were locked into the openings on the outer side of the iron plate, the chains that had been loosely attached to her shackles immediately tightened. This was all meticulously designed by Consort Tian, ensuring that once the Empress was fully restrained on the "Phoenix Cry Platform," there would be no room for struggle or movement anywhere on her body. When her feet were locked onto the iron plate, Empress Yun Rou's entire body was suspended. However, the restraint was not yet complete. The Empress's feet were now level with Consort Tian's gaze, slightly elevated for Consort Tian, but perfectly positioned for Emperor Xuan Yu later. Consort Tian stood on her tiptoes slightly and pressed the Empress's left foot onto the ramp-shaped surface. Needless to say, this curve was also perfectly designed by Consort Tian to fit the Empress's instep. Consort Tian's intention was to guide all five of the Empress's toes into the five small iron rings at the top of the ramp.