Queen of Magic Engravings

"Next, Your Highness, please turn around." As Justitia moved her arms, Fiona returned with a bundle of ropes and a collar. Seeing the white collar, Justitia couldn't help but protest, "Do I still have to wear that thing?" In her understanding, collars were for servants or slaves. How shameful for a princess like her to wear one? "Your Highness, although you are royalty of the palace, you are also a suspect at this moment. Please cooperate with our work, otherwise we will have to take some measures." Fiona seemed to be getting annoyed, her tone hardening. Justitia wanted to say more, but considering she didn't want to cause trouble for her elder sisters, she reluctantly turned around. Fiona gathered Justitia's beautiful long hair to the front, exposing her smooth nape. Then, she fastened the white leather collar around Justitia's neck. As the cold leather touched Justitia's skin, her body shivered, and a wave of shame washed over her. With a click, the collar's buckle fastened, impossible to open without a special key. Moreover, the collar had two small metal rings in the front and back, the purpose of which Justitia didn't yet understand. Fiona gently adjusted the collar with her hand, ensuring it wouldn't slip. Then, she unfurled the rope, threaded it through the rear ring of the collar, and with one hand pulling Justitia's arms together, she began to wrap the red rope around Justitia's upper arms. Since the long gloves only reached slightly above Justitia's elbows, the rope was now directly constricting her skin. Fiona tightened the rope with each wrap. After five wraps, she looped the rope through the middle of the coil, securing it in a figure-eight pattern, and then repeated the process at short intervals. "Ugh, it's so tight!" Justitia had never experienced such bondage. In her imagination, binding only involved a simple tying of wrists and arms. She never expected Fiona to use dozens of meters of rope just to bind her arms. By the time the rope reached her wrists, Justitia's arms were already bound into an uneven, lumpy shape. Little of her exposed skin was visible, with thick, five-loop figure-eight rope coils every few centimeters. Six sets of ropes neatly bound her arms into stick-like forms. Under such tight constriction, Justitia's arms were pressed completely together, her elbows forced to stay at her sides. Between the rope coils used for reinforcement, not even a strand of hair could be inserted. The rope, tightened by Fiona, had dug into Justitia's soft flesh. No matter how much Justitia tried to wiggle, the rope remained steadfastly in place. Furthermore, the rope seemed to have some chemical reaction with the long gloves; the normally smooth gloves clung tightly to the rope, as if they were meshing together like gears. Originally, Justitia thought the slippery gloves would make binding difficult, but now it seemed to be even more effective than just using rope alone. Although the rope was very tight, the pressure was distributed by the five-loop coils, so Justitia only felt an unparalleled sense of restraint and tightness, not particularly painful, but within her tolerance. With her elbows pressed together, Justitia was forced to stand with her chest out and head held high. Her fingers were restricted by two layers of bindings, and her arms were bound into stick-like positions. Justitia was very unaccustomed to this and tried to twist her waist to get comfortable, but eventually, she had to admit that she could only maintain the posture with her chest out to feel somewhat comfortable. Moreover, because the rope was hooked to the metal ring behind the collar, any significant struggle would pull the collar, causing discomfort to her neck. Thus, for a time, Justitia could only stand there with her chest out, unable to move freely, in a very awkward situation. "Chief Steward Fiona, isn't this a bit, uh, too tight?" Justitia frowned again. Fiona didn't respond but continued to unfurl another bundle of red rope. This time, the rope was attached to the small metal ring in front of Justitia's collar, and then began to wrap around Justitia's torso. Justitia's chest and abdomen were soon covered in a dense network of ropes. Her breasts, already slightly prominent from standing with her chest out, were now constricted and swollen by several sizes. The swelling sensation in her chest made Justitia feel extremely stifled and uncomfortable, and also ashamed. She couldn't help but protest, "Chief Steward Fiona, isn't this a bit excessive?" Fiona still didn't look up, continuing to bind Justitia as she replied, "If Your Highness finds this uncomfortable, I can switch to shackles and manacles." "Hoo..." Mora looked at the spot where the black-robed figure had disappeared, then at the engraved pattern in her hand, and murmured, "Dimensional magic. Where did they come from?" Mora didn't ponder further, as it would lead nowhere. She picked up the engraved pattern, held it in her hand, and continuously infused it with magic. The pattern began to glow, and soon, a single glove appeared in Mora's hand. "Heh heh, with this, let's see how you escape!" "Your Majesty, these are not things you need to worry about. Just come back with me obediently." Qianmian said, placing two balls of cotton into Violet's palm. Then, Violet's gloves changed, forcing her hands into fists and directly gripping the cotton. With the cotton filling her palms, Violet's fingers had no room to move; she could neither rub nor stretch them. Qianmian took out a roll of black tape and wrapped Violet's clenched fists into two black tape balls. After four or five wraps, Qianmian squeezed them with her hand, confirming they were securely adhered. She then produced a pair of leather gauntlets and put them on Violet's hands. The straps at the end were tightened and locked around Violet's already bound wrists. Once the buckles were fastened, they disappeared completely, clearly impossible to remove without Mora's permission. "Uh, you guys..." Even Violet felt a sense of powerlessness and despair at this level of restraint. With ordinary restraints, she could have broken free with her strength, but now it was completely impossible. Even if her power wasn't suppressed by the dark runes, these restraints imbued with the Demon King's power would be enough to prevent her from breaking free for a considerable time. The restraint on her fingers was not yet complete, but next, her arms would be restricted as well. Qianmian took out a single arm restraint and carefully put it on Violet's already immobile arm. Since Violet's arms were already bound, the arm restraint was easily put on. Straps crossed in front of Violet's chest, looped under her armpits, and connected back to the arm restraint. Once the straps were fastened, the buckles disappeared, leaving only a black metal plate on Violet's back. So tight, truly leaving no room... What? There's more?! Violet thought the arm restraint would be the end, but Qianmian continued to fasten straps outside Violet's arm restraint, further restricting her limbs. These straps varied in length; the shorter ones reinforced her arms, while the longer ones bound Violet's arms to her body, preventing even sideways movement. After using all six straps, Violet increasingly resembled a piece of meat without limbs. "Ugh, damn it..." Qianmian heard Violet's low grumble but ignored her. She continued to take out a single leg restraint and put it on Violet. Similar to the arms, the leg restraint was reinforced with seven or eight straps on the outside. The end of the restraint was shaped like Violet's high heels, forcing her feet together and making her stand on tiptoe. Violet felt it would be difficult even to stand. The leg restraint extended all the way to Violet's upper thighs, like wearing a pair of connected long boots. The upper end dug into Violet's soft thigh flesh. Her short skirt could no longer conceal her exposed beauty in this situation, perfectly showcasing the constriction at her upper thighs. This flesh-binding sensation further enhanced Violet's allure and sexiness. "Wha?!" Violet paused and twisted again. This time, she was sure the collar had loosened slightly! Since the ropes on her arms were connected to the collar, the loosening of the collar must have been caused by her earlier violent struggles. Was this Mora's oversight? Violet's eyes lit up. The collar had always been the core item that drained her strength and sealed her magic. If the collar came off, even with only one percent of her magic, she would be enough to break free from these restraints! Violet was somewhat excited. This was the first glimmer of hope she had seen in days. She had thought she would be bound forever, but now, an opportunity seemed to exist. "Hoo... hoo-woo..." Violet held her breath, afraid that any violent struggle would cause her to miss the chance. However, since she couldn't see behind her, she didn't know what was happening and could only slowly move her arms to test. Is it here? Or perhaps there? Hiss~ At a time like this, why are my breasts... As Violet moved her arms, she clearly felt the ropes pulling at her breasts, the constant friction causing her sensitive body to react. She endured the stimulation, biting down on her gag, and tried to probe. The rope would tighten her left breast one moment, then pull taut on her right breast the next. Each friction and tightening sent a subtle tremor through Violet, and she occasionally let out soft whimpers. Violet herself didn't realize that as she continued to test, her breathing became more rapid. Damn it, is it still a little bit short? Violet felt the change in the collar and finally, she felt the rope catch on a part of the collar, preventing further movement. If she applied force, the damaged part of the collar would be pulled off, and it would fall away! "Woo!" Even with her composure, Violet's eyes now showed joy. After days of extreme binding, the hope of freedom was finally in sight! With this thought, Violet exerted force with her arms— "Violet, and that bitch Mora, just you wait. I will refine you both into my enslaved prisoners!"...... Meanwhile, in a hidden room within the royal palace of St. Claire City. "Mmm, mmmph..." Justitia let out moans and gasps, suspended on the bed. The luxurious, soft bed was no comfort to Justitia, as four ropes hanging from the bed curtain rods at the corners restrained her shoulders, waist, and knees, suspending her a few centimeters above the bed. Justitia remained in the same extreme "chariot" position as she had been in the prisoner's carriage. Her arms were bound tightly behind her back, integrated with her body. Her delicate fingers were forced into fists, holding sticky balls in her palms, further restrained by long gloves and gauntlets, rendering them completely immobile. Her large breasts, constricted by the ropes, now touched the soft bed surface, their round, full shapes bulging like two balloons. The exposed part of Justitia's buttocks beneath her skirt was also marked by two rope lines, creating raised sections of soft flesh. Further down, her slender legs were bound into fleshy columns. Over a dozen coils of rope constricted her beautiful legs, creating an uneven surface with fine bumps extending from her thighs to her ankles, like rolling hills, both aesthetically pleasing and intensely binding, forcing Justitia's legs together tightly, flesh against flesh, rendering even the slightest wiggle impossible. Soft moans occasionally escaped Justitia's nostrils. She still wore a sensory-depriving hood, her features concealed, only the outline of her high nose visible. Her silky, hip-length black hair was tied into a ponytail, emerging from a specially made hole in the hood. A rope tied at the roots and ends of her hair pulled her head up. Beneath the hood, sound-dampening cotton and a gag blocked Justitia's mouth, sealed with tape, making speech a luxury. She could only emit faint whimpers. Earplugs were inserted into her ear canals, and an eye mask attached to the hood covered her eyes, leaving Justitia in silent darkness for six or seven days. Justitia was extremely uncomfortable. The prolonged binding, while not causing physical damage, was deeply unpleasant, especially in the "chariot" position. Her legs, already tightly bound, were forced to bend backward, her toes pointing towards her head. A bundle of ropes connected her ankles to her elbows, forming a rigid "rope stick," bending Justitia's delicate body into an arc. The rope tied to her hair was secured to her soles and big toes. If Justitia tried to relax her legs for comfort, it would pull her hair, deterring her. In the extreme "chariot" position, combined with the four suspension ropes, Justitia was securely suspended in mid-air, neither touching the ground nor the ceiling. Unable to hear, see, or speak, her entire body was bound by ropes digging into her flesh. In this desperate state, she could only slightly sway her body, like a butterfly caught in a web. Even moving a finger or shaking her head was a luxury. How long has it been... Where am I? It's so uncomfortable... I can't move my whole body, I can't feel my hands or feet, woo woo... Someone, help me... How is my eldest sister? Will I be used to threaten her? No, eldest sister will never easily give in. She will definitely save me, woo woo, someone, I don't want to be bound anymore, it's so uncomfortable, someone, set me free! Woo woo... "Mmm, woo woo, woo woo mmm..." Ever since Justitia was taken back by Fiona, she had remained in this position. She had no idea how much time had passed, only that she hadn't been attended to for a long time. Justitia had lost all sense of time; she felt over a month had passed, and in her moments of delirium, it felt like a year. Initially, she had struggled hysterically, though it was useless. Later, she lost her strength, her moans and struggles becoming weak and feeble, as if she had resigned herself to fate. What Tori had told her kept festering in Justitia's mind. She was anxious and worried, but it was all for naught, so she no longer had the energy to dwell on those thoughts. Yet, she still couldn't believe that her second sister, Mora, would act against their eldest sister, Violet, even to the point of binding her like this to use her as a threat. Justitia sometimes felt immense fear and self-blame. She feared that Violet would truly give in because of this, making her a complete sinner. No matter what Violet did, she would never forgive herself. Fortunately, she understood Violet's personality and strength, which she used to comfort herself, otherwise, in this desperate situation of extreme binding, she would have been driven mad by her own imagination. At this moment, the door to Justitia's room quietly opened, and a figure slowly entered. She gently closed the door and approached Justitia. The figure quietly looked at Justitia, seemingly admiring her "chariot" bound posture. Justitia, wearing the hood, felt nothing. Suddenly, Justitia felt something soft touch her buttocks, the first time in several days. Justitia trembled in fear at first, then struggled excitedly. She didn't care who was beside her; she just wanted to be released quickly. She really didn't want to continue being uncomfortably bound and left like this. "Woo woo!! Woo woo woo!! Gu woo woo woo!!!" The sound from under Justitia's hood suddenly intensified. Ignoring her suspended state and the pulling of her hair, she struggled with all her might, desperately trying to shake her head, fearing the person beside her would leave. Seeing Justitia's state, the figure's delicate hand began from her buttocks, traced her body's curves, reached her back, and finally rested on her head. "Woo woo? Woo woo woo!!" Justitia didn't know what the person beside her intended to do. She saw the figure stroking the leather hood Justitia was wearing. In the figure's fingers, one could faintly see a name engraved on the leather hood: Justitia. Clearly, this was a custom-made hood for Justitia. The figure then examined the runes on Justitia's back. Because of these runes, the ropes on Justitia's upper body were seamless, with no knots or openings. As long as the runes were not undone, Justitia could not gain her freedom, which was the source of Justitia's greatest despair. After examining them, the figure took out a key and unlocked the small lock on Justitia's collar, removing it. She then untied the rope pulling Justitia's braid, allowing Justitia to finally lower her head. Her black hair cascantly cascaded down, falling onto the figure's hands. The figure seemed to enjoy the sensation. As she stroked Justitia's beautiful hair, she slowly removed Justitia's hood. Justitia's eyes, already red from crying, were streaked with tear stains. Her tears had run dry. She opened her eyes hazily, and the first thing she saw was soft light, not harsh at all. It was the first light she had seen in days. The leather straps on her head still clung tightly to Justitia's scalp, and the tape on her mouth showed no signs of loosening. Her teeth were tightly clamped around the gag, and the sound-dampening cotton, already soaked with saliva, completely filled Justitia's mouth. Justitia shook her head slightly in confusion. After adjusting, she saw the figure before her, and her pupils contracted. "Mmm?! Woo woo woo?!" Normally, Justitia would have rushed to this person for help, but now she didn't. Instead, she was somewhat afraid. Because the figure standing before her was none other than Justitia's second sister, Mora, with a gentle smile. "Long time no see, do you like this pose? My sister?" Mora smiled, her palm caressing Justitia's flushed cheek. In her beautiful eyes, there was a depth that Justitia couldn't fathom.

"Mmph?! Mmph mmph?!" Violet's eyes widened as she took in the scene outside the floor-to-ceiling window. No wonder it looked familiar; below, in the plaza, stood five statues of goddesses – it was the Festival Plaza! "How is it, sister? Your first time watching the festival here?" Mora's voice reached her. Violet turned to glare at her, but her mouth was still sealed by tape, a gag, and a sponge, rendering any potent words impossible. Violet's upper body restraints remained largely unchanged, still a maximum straight-arm bind. Thick ropes concealed her arms entirely from the front, and from the back, only her upper arms, tightly bound by several loops, were visible. Her forearms, including her elbows, were encased in gauntlets, cinched so tightly that the rope's imprint beneath was clearly visible. "Hmph mmph..." Violet flexed her fingers, but the multi-layered restraints offered no weakness. Cotton stuffed her palms, preventing her from creating any slack by clenching her fists. Outside that, silk gloves forced her fingers into a curled position, followed by black tape, leather gloves, and finally the gauntlets. Violet's fingers were arguably the most restricted part of her body, like ten nonexistent appendages, utterly immobile. From the outside, her hands appeared as two tightly pressed spheres, the shape of fingers indiscernible. The gauntlets had only one buckle, but Mora, deeming it insufficient, had added six leather straps outside, each with its own buckle. All were tightened to the maximum, securely locked, ensuring that even if Violet managed to open the gauntlet's buckle, removing the gauntlets would be impossible. For days, Violet's finger and arm bindings had remained unchanged, and Mora dared not alter them. Violet's breasts, squeezed into rounded mounds and bisected by rope marks, stood proudly in the air. Mora had specifically applied nipple pasties to her areolas, which periodically stimulated Violet's sensitive cherries, often eliciting soft moans. Whether it was the tingling electric shocks or the subtle needle pricks, the torment was unbearable, causing her breasts to bounce wildly. Mora sometimes forced Violet to witness her own lewd reactions, amplifying the sense of humiliation. What troubled Violet even more was the corset Mora had fitted around her waist a few days prior. The corset, also black, matched her bodysuit. Together with the rope netting that cinched her waist beneath it, the corset tightened Violet's slender waist by several inches, accentuating her figure into an even more alluring, fiery silhouette. Full breasts and a tiny waist – a combination that would undoubtedly turn heads in public. While Violet's figure had always been perfect, it had never possessed the breathtaking, seductive curves she now displayed. Damn it, what's the point of binding me like this? Do you think this will make me compromise? Violet felt a pang of shame and humiliation, but she believed Mora's torment was intended to break her will, so she gritted her teeth and persevered. Despite being frequently driven to climactic moans by the torture, she remained resolute in her refusal to yield once clarity returned. She was unaware that Mora's true pleasure came from witnessing her defiance; the stronger Violet's resolve, the more resistance she offered, the greater Mora's enjoyment. This was something Violet couldn't comprehend. "Mmph mmph..." Violet felt the constraints all over her body. After days of conditioning, she was exhausted. The tightness of Mora's bindings sometimes made her so disoriented that she'd forget what freedom felt like. She slumped in the wheelchair, her body reacting instinctively but lacking the strength to struggle. The black collar around her neck had just delivered a dose of medication, leaving her weak but her consciousness sharp. This medication was another reason for Violet's despair. It not only sapped her strength but also subtly altered her physiology. Violet could feel her body becoming increasingly sensitive everywhere. A gentle caress of her breasts, a teasing of her nipples, or even a rub of her soles was enough to make her arch her head and whimper. Her lower body was even more so; two vibrators were currently inserted, one in her cunt and one in her anus. They were inactive for now, keeping Violet relatively calm, but once activated, she would instantly flush crimson, her body burning with heat. Toys were inserted into her lower body, and a rope was threaded through to ensure they wouldn't dislodge from the intense vibrations. These two toys also caused Violet constant discomfort, the perpetual feeling of fullness in her orifices. Her signature beautiful legs were folded and bound in a standard M-spread position. Ropes ran from her ankles to her knees, pressing her thighs together with no gap. The muscles, compressed and then constricted by the ropes, became unevenly contoured, exuding a potent sexiness. Her knees were secured to the armrests of the chair, forcing her into this humiliating, lewd posture, her toy-filled lower body exposed without reservation. Of course, to further humiliate her, Mora had dressed her in a short skirt, but it barely concealed Violet's lower half, making the tantalizing glimpses even more decadent.

"Mmph!" Aimée wanted to protest, the hood being incredibly uncomfortable. Falde then said, "Lady Aimée! Can you not endure this for a moment? Are my promises not enough?" "Mmph??" Aimée nearly rolled her eyes. She really wanted to suggest he try it himself. But in her current situation, without Brock, she clearly couldn't remove the hood. They probably wouldn't dare do anything else, so Aimée suppressed her urge to lash out. "Next is this," Brock produced a single gauntlet. Fries asked curiously, "Doesn't Violet have a single gauntlet? Why do we need another?" "It's like this. We examined Violet's gauntlet. It is indeed very complex, but it's not under our control, which always feels unsafe. So, I had one made that's just as complex but under our control. As for its function, we'll have to trouble Marquis Aimée with it." Brock smiled at Aimée. "Mmph?!" Aimée's eyes widened. I have to do this too? No way! But Falde applied pressure again, and Aimée had no choice but to comply. The single gauntlet was fitted onto Aimée's arm. Her arms were brought completely together, and then the gauntlet extended straps, securing it tightly to Aimée's arm. It also automatically adjusted its shape to perfectly conform to her arm. Aimée's fingers were pressed into a fist inside, her elbow to wrist held tightly together, unable to separate. She squirmed uncomfortably. With the gauntlet binding her, Aimée's shoulders were pulled back, her ample chest thrusting forward even more, making the men present somewhat lustful. Noticing their gazes, Aimée glared at Brock, her eyes full of reproach. "Ahem, ahem, excuse me, I'll explain. This gauntlet is made from beast hide combined with the skin of the Seven-Colored Earth-Dwelling Beast, mixed with soul-binding silk and golden hemp. It can also change its form, but because Violet's has internal bindings, and we don't know if those can be undone, we won't mention that for now. This gauntlet has an additional effect, please observe." As Brock chanted an incantation, Aimée's bare shoulders began to writhe. Two golden threads emerged, then more and more, finally converging to form two new arms. The golden light gradually dissipated, and two arms, as white as jade, appeared at Aimée's sides, elegantly crossed in front of her. "Mmph?!" Not only the others, but Aimée herself was stunned. She moved her arms, certain they were still tightly bound behind her. "Marvelous! With this, we can disguise that leather-wrapped mummy and no one will notice!" Fries couldn't help but clap his hands. Brock nodded and produced a corset. "This has the same effect. We apologize for the inconvenience, Lady Aimée." Aimée was fitted with the corset. Her breathing was immediately restricted, forcing her to take shallow breaths, even muffling her cries of discomfort. However, from the front, if one didn't see the hood, she appeared to be an elegant noblewoman with a large bust and a slender waist, showing no sign of her restrained arms. Brock chanted a spell, and Aimée felt her arms being joined to the corset behind her, rendering her completely immobile. The corset then began to change, first becoming transparent, then extending into a long skirt that enveloped Aimée's legs. "Mmph?!" Aimée yelped in surprise. She tried to stand, but found that while the skirt looked soft and could change its decorative patterns at will, it felt as hard as iron. No matter how hard she struggled, she could only maintain her seated position. "The skirt length can be adjusted, its toughness can be freely controlled, and the corset's style and tightness can also be adjusted. Paired with the next item, the effect will be even better." Brock produced a single leg restraint and fitted it onto Aimée. Aimée was now completely unable to move, her cries barely audible. She could only watch as Brock fitted the leg restraint onto her leg. Once these restraints touched their target, they could automatically attach themselves. Aimée's legs were soon forced together. Brock retracted the skirt and then muttered a spell. The leg restraint's appearance began to change, shifting from white thigh-high stockings to black pantyhose, then to garter stockings, and finally to high-heeled leather boots. In all cases, they were joined together, preventing Aimée's legs from separating. "Oh, very nice," Fries nodded in approval. "And, it has the same function as the single gauntlet." Brock manipulated the leg restraint, and Aimée felt her calves bend towards her thighs, finally pressing tightly together. She could no longer sit on the sofa and slumped to the floor with a thud. "Mmph! Mmph!" Aimée protested loudly. Falde said, "Let her be quiet for a while." "Yes." Brock manipulated the hood, re-sealing Aimée's hearing and sight. The neck joint hardened, preventing Aimée from shaking or turning her head. As a nose plug was inserted, Aimée's protests vanished, leaving only the visible rise and fall of her chest. "Everyone, please look." Brock manipulated the leg restraint. Golden threads emerged from below Aimée's knees, and soon formed a pair of calves and feet. The leg restraint then changed its appearance to match the color of her calves, with no other visible discrepancy except for a slight thickness in her thighs when viewed from the side. "Oh, now with the single gauntlet and the corset's skirt, she can be completely disguised as a normal person!" Fries exclaimed loudly. "Indeed, and her hair color can be changed at will." Brock muttered, and Aimée's hair was unraveled by the hood and re-styled into a ponytail. Its color was then coated with a transparent liquid, turning it gray. Next, Brock conjured a face onto the front of the hood. This face was identical to Aimée's, but wore a smiling expression, though her eyes looked somewhat vacant. The skirt reappeared, and Aimée was manipulated to stand. Her prosthetic legs were covered in black stockings. Thus, Aimée transformed into an elegant noblewoman in a golden gown and black stockings, her hands crossed, a smile on her face, completely concealing her state of tight restraint. "Amazing, amazing," Fries applauded. Falde couldn't help but clap as well. "Finally, there's a collar that can suppress magic, inject drugs, and seal battle aura. But I don't know if it's safe to remove Violet's collar, so I wanted to ask for everyone's opinion." Brock produced a collar and asked. "......"

And because of the dark Amarthia glyphs, most of the pain Violet experienced was converted into pleasure. Thus, the intense pain in her chest quickly transformed into a mountain of pleasure, crushing Violet's sanity. A tidal wave of pleasure surged through her entire body. Amidst Violet's desperate moans, her legs writhed on the ground, her breasts swayed wildly, and her nether regions spurted nectar with a wet plop, sending her into immediate orgasm. "Huuuuurrrgh!! Uuuuurrrgh~~ Uuuuurrrgh!!" Falde and the others in the room heard the commotion and turned to look. It turned out Violet had tripped over the threshold as she entered, and was now writhing and trembling on the floor, a "sprinkler" in the throes of ecstasy. Brock quickly stood up and rushed over, scolding the maid. "What if she had gotten hurt?" he barked. However, this was merely an act to maintain his authority. When he usually led Violet around, she had fallen many times, and he had even gotten excited, taking the opportunity to bully the fallen, immobile Violet. Brock took the leash from the maid and yanked Violet's neck, forcing the trembling, convulsing Violet to stand. Violet, of course, couldn't stand. She cried out, her waist twisting left and right, her legs flailing, and her breasts swaying, occasionally bumping against Brock. Brock smirked lewdly. With a slap, he struck Violet and roared, "What are you screaming about? Get up for me!" "Uuuuurrrgh!!" Violet, naturally, couldn't hear him. But the slap made her feel humiliated, so she cried out even louder. However, due to the gag and the hood, her cries couldn't reach much volume. Endless rage welled up in her heart, but in the end, she could only be stimulated and suppressed by Brock's torment, reverting back to a whimpering leather slave. "Alright, brother Brock, bring her over. It's time for business," Fries' voice called out. Brock couldn't continue enjoying Violet. He helped her up and led the wobbly Violet to the table, then secured her to it. A group of men surrounded Violet, watching her slender waist writhe and her slightly flattened, rounded buttocks rub against the table. For a moment, no one mentioned business. It was only when Brimm coughed that they snapped back to attention. "Ahem, alright, so, shall we begin?" Falde coughed twice to cover his embarrassment and looked at Brock. "Mm," Brock nodded. He clapped his hands, and the butler brought over a tray with two scrolls. Brock explained, "These two scrolls were made by Master Phili. After studying them for a while, she has roughly figured out the patterns of the glyphs on Violet's leather restraints." Phili had initially taken a long time to help unlock the collar the first time. However, she had been studying the patterns on Violet's leather restraints ever since. After all, she was a rune master who was just a step away from reaching the Celestial level, and her attainments in this area were profound. Thus, she quickly discovered a pattern. While this discovery wasn't enough for her to create such restraints herself, it was sufficient to accelerate her deciphering of them. In the end, she created two scrolls. The first scroll would cause all the glyphs on Violet to appear, and the second would decipher them. Phili wasn't entirely confident. She wanted to study them further, but Brock was already urging her on. So, she could only produce two scrolls for now, and their effectiveness remained to be seen. However, Phili did mention that these scrolls could only be used to decipher Violet's hood, single gauntlet, waist restraint, and single leg restraint – these four items. She was powerless against the chastity belt and the ropes below; those were of a higher level, and she couldn't find any clues. These four items were precisely what Mora had hastily inscribed with glyphs onto Violet at the time. Because it was done in a rush, the glyphs were not fully inscribed, which is why Phili was able to find a solution within a little over a month. The chastity belt, however, was deliberately reinforced by Mora. She wanted to ensure that Violet's bloodline would not be contaminated, even if she fell into someone else's hands. For those who inherited the glyphs of the Five Goddesses, bloodline was extremely important, a fact Mora was well aware of. After Brock finished explaining, he picked up the first scroll and slowly tore open the seal. Everyone else, except Falde, gathered around, nervously watching Brock's every move. Brock unrolled the scroll and placed it over Violet. Countless golden lines, as thick as a finger, emerged from the scroll, slithering like small snakes across Violet's body before attaching themselves to her hood, waist restraint, gauntlet, and leg restraint. *Hummmmmm—* A faint, almost imperceptible sound arose, the sound of magic circulating as the glyphs worked. Once the golden lines stabilized, everyone saw that the four restraints on Violet were outlined with profound runes by the golden lines. Some resembled stars, others earth veins, some mountains, and some beasts. These runes flickered on Violet's body, instantly transforming her from a mere black leather slave into something far more magnificent. Of course, these runes only appeared as such to outsiders. In reality, to rune masters, they held deeper meanings. Runes, in essence, were the arrangement and depiction of magical lines according to specific patterns, creating various combinations that could achieve effects unattainable by general magic. The glyphs used by Mora, however, were even more profound. Thus, Phili had only managed to find some patterns to lock and decipher the runes on the creations. This did not mean Phili could create such creations herself. It was akin to how there were many ways to break a lock, but only a few ways to create one. If Mora were to create another gauntlet on the spot, Phili would still have to study its patterns to decipher it again. Therefore, Brock and the others' ability to unlock the runes on these restraints was also largely due to luck. If Mora hadn't hastily created four of them, and if the patterns of the glyphs on these four restraints were similar, they wouldn't have been able to unlock all four so quickly. Just as Brock was about to remove the seal on the hood, Falde suddenly said, "Wait." Brock's hand trembled, nearly tearing the scroll. He wiped the sweat from his brow, not daring to get angry, and asked, "What is it, Your Grace?" "If you take off her hood like this, what if her strength recovers somewhat?" Falde said.

"How is it? Not bad, right?" Mei patted Justina's shoulder. Justina nodded, remaining silent. Mei rummaged through the table, picking up a latex glove. She pulled Justina's arms behind her back, cupped her ten black jade fingers, clasped her hands together, and then slipped on the glove. The glove was highly elastic. Once it was fully on Justina's wrists, it clung tightly to her hands. Mei tightened and locked the strap on the glove around Justina's wrists, completely immobilizing her hands and fingers. Justina wiggled her fingers, finding the glove to be extremely constricting. It looked elastic, but once tightened, it offered no room for struggle. From the outside, Justina's knuckles were clearly visible, indicating how snugly the glove fit. Justina had no choice but to abandon her attempts to break free. Mei then brought over a set of straps, primarily consisting of four horizontal straps connected by crisscrossing X-shaped straps. Justina immediately recognized them as restraints for her arms. Mei held Justina's elbow firmly with one hand, skillfully adjusted the straps with the other, and fitted them onto Justina's arms. As she tightened the straps, she remarked, "Your Highness seems quite familiar with these procedures?" "..." Justina remained silent, but a momentary tremor betrayed her inner turmoil. Yes, she shouldn't be familiar with these things, yet now she could tell what they were for at a glance. How had she become this way? Once, she was respected, cared for, a spirited young girl striving to help her sisters. But now, in this lawless place, she found herself alone, accepting restraints from others, and even growing accustomed to them. How ironic. As she pondered, Justina's arms were already bound by four horizontal straps. The straps encircled her arms above and below her elbows, on her forearms, and wrists. Once each strap was locked, Justina's arms were completely brought together, leaving no room for movement from elbow to fingertips. All that could be seen were her tensed arm muscles, occasionally tightening in futile struggles against the restraints. However, Justina harbored a small hope. She noticed that the straps only bound her arms and weren't suspending her. Perhaps if she struggled, they might slip off? But she soon realized she was overthinking. Mei then brought a single sleeve-like restraint for her to put on. The sleeve began to engulf her arm from her fist, tightening around her upper arm. If it were just that, it would have been manageable. But Justina clearly felt the internal straps pressing against the inner lining of the sleeve, as if they were adhered. The straps above the sleeve wrapped around Justina's shoulders, crossed in front of her chest, then went under her armpits to fasten behind her back. This effectively suspended the sleeve on Justina's body, and the crisscrossing straps prevented any slippage. Furthermore, because the internal straps were adhered to the sleeve, it meant the internal straps could not loosen either! "How is it? Surprised? This is our special invention, capable of restraining your arms from the inside out. You can still surrender now," Mei asked with a hint of pride, seeing the surprise in Justina's eyes. "...Hmph, just a few tricks," Justina replied coldly.

"Guh-oh! Mmph-oof!" The rubber gag pressed against Justitia's tongue, and the foreign object inevitably triggered nausea. Justitia's body lurched forward, her stomach churning, and she let out a violent gag. Mei, however, paid no mind to her discomfort, pushing the gag all the way to the back, almost against her throat. It was then Justitia realized why Mei insisted on stretching her mouth so wide: the end of the rubber gag was attached to a large ball gag. This ball wedged itself between Justitia's teeth, stretching her jaw uncomfortably, but she had no choice but to bite down. With the deep throat gag in her mouth, she felt utterly miserable. "Guh-wooo! Mmph-oof! Puh-wooo-oof!" Saliva gushed from Justitia's mouth like a flood, drenching the ball gag as it rolled down her throat. Much of it spilled out, smearing her chin and Mei's fingers. Mei quickly withdrew her hand, pulling out a string of saliva, and deliberately dangled it before Justitia's eyes. Justitia, already nauseated and uncomfortable, scowled, her brows furrowed. Seeing the saliva on Mei's hand, she let out an annoyed "Ugh-oh!" and thrashed her body violently, as if protesting. "Heh heh, good, good. I like it when you resist," Mei said, to Justitia's shocked gaze, as she brought her saliva-covered finger to her own mouth and licked it. Justitia felt a chill run down her spine. She darted her eyes towards Hecate, who stood nearby, and suddenly felt that even though the room was full of women, she wasn't entirely safe. Mei finished teasing Justitia and got back to business. The mask covered Justitia's nose as well, with two nasal plugs inserted into her nostrils, allowing her to breathe normally, though her voice was muffled to a low hum. Then, the leather on the sides of the mask adhered to Justitia's cheeks and wrapped around the back of her head, securing tightly. This was clearly more effective than simple straps. It wasn't over yet; a strap ran across Justitia's forehead, parting her neat bangs into two, then continued down over her head. At her ponytail, there was a ring. Mei threaded Justitia's long braid through the ring, and the strap continued down, fastening to the leather at the back of Justitia's head. Two more straps branched out from the top strap, running down along Justitia's ears to the leather on the sides of her face, completing the head restraint. "Hoo, hoo-woo, hoo-woo-woo..." Justitia's voice was suppressed to a whisper, only close by could Mei hear her breathing and muffled groans. Mei paused, then suddenly squeezed Justitia's tender breast hard. Justitia's eyes widened, and she let out a muffled "Mmmph!" but the sound was so small it would be inaudible more than a few meters away. Mei nodded in satisfaction. "Mmm-woo! Hoo-woo-woo!" Justitia was displeased with Mei's sudden action and glared at her, letting out a series of soft, protesting cries. Mei, however, completely ignored her and began to wrap a neck brace around Justitia's neck, securing it. Justitia had been shaking her head in protest, but after the neck brace was fastened, she couldn't even move her neck, only able to look straight ahead. "Mmm, hoo-woo-mmm! Mmm-woo-woo..." Justitia was at a loss. To turn her head, she had to twist her waist, rotating her entire upper body and arms to see to the side. This level of restriction was something Justitia had never experienced, making her deeply uncomfortable. However, the gag and nasal plugs turned her soft cries into what sounded like playful moans, and even her protests were misunderstood. After the neck brace was secured, leather covered her shoulders, finally restraining her above her chest. The surface of the leather was a carefully treated matte finish. Unlike latex, it didn't reflect light, so despite being black, it was immediately distinguishable. At this point, only the upper half of Justitia's breasts remained smooth latex; the rest of her upper body was covered in leather, making the exposed flesh and cleavage even more striking. Damn it, this is indeed a tight restraint, but it's fine. Once I break free, I'll pay you back! Justitia thought to herself. Although the restraint was tight, Justitia wasn't overly panicked because she had secretly sensed it earlier: she could still use her battle aura. These people probably only knew she could use it, but not how strong it was. With a burst of power, she should be able to break through this restraint. Even if she couldn't break through, Justitia still had a backup plan. In this place where people devoured each other, Justitia had learned to be cautious everywhere and make thorough preparations before accepting such a challenge. Mei brought out the final restraint, but to Justitia's surprise, it turned out to be a pair of boots.

"Both ends are plugged, satisfied?" Mei teased, looking at Litte's bulging lower body. "Uh, heh heh, satisfied." Litte chuckled awkwardly, glancing at Mei. Mei was also well-endowed, possessing a mature charm that Julia lacked. Mei noticed his gaze and snorted. In Losric, men never hid their pursuit of beauty, which was why Julia's auction had been so heated. A pure maiden was a sex bomb here, enough to drive men mad. "Don't worry, I'll give you a dissolvent," Mei added, as Litte was a transaction partner after all. "Heh heh." Litte said nothing, retracting his gaze and continuing to examine Julia. He had seen enough of her upper body and naturally turned his attention to her legs. However, Litte could only see half of Julia's legs. This was not because her legs were severed, but because she was kneeling on the ground with her thighs and calves folded together. A pair of leather restraints were fitted over Julia's folded legs, covering them from her ankles to her knees. The leather straps themselves already held Julia's legs tightly together, and like her arms, six sturdy leather belts were fastened around them. These belts compressed Julia's latex-clad legs into uneven, bulging sections. Because her thighs had more flesh than her arms, the visual effect that was merely nascent on her arms was perfectly realized on her legs. Each section of tender flesh swelled and protruded, and even through the leather, its softness and elasticity could be felt. Litte deliberately bent down and pinched the bulging thigh flesh. The soft, tender texture sent a tremor through him. The flesh was not uniformly soft but interspersed with the firmness of muscle, possessing a pleasant resilience when squeezed. The outer leather did not detract from the sensation of the tender flesh; instead, it highlighted the advantages of Julia's beautiful legs. Her legs, trained in battle qi, were more toned than ordinary people's. When constricted by the leather restraints, they exhibited both softness and elasticity, leaving Litte with no room for complaint. In this position, with her legs spread and folded, Julia's ankles were pressed tightly against the roots of her thighs. She wore a pair of heelless high-heeled shoes, which forced her delicate feet to remain constantly pointed, her insteps almost forming a straight line with her calves. This posture was undoubtedly extremely uncomfortable. If she were to stand, she would only be able to balance on her tiptoes, let alone walk, run, or fight. "Same material as the upper body," Mei said. "Mmm..." Litte nodded slowly. Restrained all over with belts and leather, Julia was like a disabled person without hands or feet, and this was not even her complete restraint. Julia was also secured to a metal frame. Metal rods were inserted between her arms and torso, and between her thighs and calves. The metal rods had built-in shackles that locked the corresponding parts of Julia's body, forcing her to maintain the position of kneeling on the metal base with her legs spread apart. A vibrator was positioned on the metal base, aimed at Julia's crotch, its tip pressed against her most sensitive area. It was currently vibrating relentlessly, stimulating her lower body, which was why Julia trembled incessantly. In addition, Julia's collar was fixed to the top of the metal frame, making it impossible for her to even nod or shake her head. She could only kneel on the ground like a displayed latex doll, writhing her hips and emitting shameful, humiliating moans and cries from her mouth. "Mmmph~~ Mmmph mmmph~~~" Only then did Litte get a clear view of Julia's complete restraint. Such tight confinement left Litte with no room for criticism, and he confirmed that the belts on Julia were indeed difficult to break by external force, let alone by Julia herself, who couldn't even move her fingers. It wasn't just Julia; Litte felt that even Queen Violet, a human, would have to kneel obediently here. However, if Litte knew the situation Violet was currently facing, he would probably deeply lament his narrow perspective. Compared to Violet, Julia's current restraint seemed much more lenient. "Any problems?" Mei asked, crossing her arms. Litte stroked his chin and said, "The restraint is flawless, very professional. But there's one last question... How do I know if she's the one I want?" This was the truth. After all, although the girl was tightly bound, with a hood on, who knew who she was? Litte still needed to confirm the girl's appearance. He had been present at the auction and recognized Julia. "Oh, so you want to take off the hood to see?" Mei asked again.

The town appears ordinary, but in reality, every resident bears a mark etched by the Blood Moon. This mark not only ignites emotions but also serves as an identification tool. The Blood Moon has erected a magical barrier around the town, and anyone entering or leaving it triggers the barrier, except for the marked townsfolk. For a long time, aside from a few reckless sand bandits and some animals, the Blood Moon has detected no suspicious individuals crossing the boundary. The Blood Moon is confident in his research of the marks, believing no one can decipher the combination of his marks and the magical barrier. Thus, after finding nothing amiss, the Blood Moon breathes a sigh of relief, realizing he was simply too tense. Indeed, even if someone discovered Violet, how could they possibly break the seal of the Amartia mark? They likely couldn't even break the mark he himself is parasitic upon. With this thought, the Blood Moon says, "Today is not bad, no falls." "Mmmph... mmmph..." Violet lets out a weak whimper. Though it's only been a short while, she's been paraded through the streets all day, subjected to the townsfolk's constant humiliation and manipulation. By the end, she no longer knew who she was, a feeling worse than death. "Alright, I won't go back on my word. You can rest for the night," the Blood Moon says. "Mmmph! Mmmph!" Violet's eyes light up. Can she finally rest? Seeing Violet's reaction, the Blood Moon sneers. Reduced to this state, even a simple rest can bring genuine joy to this empress. It seems the training is beginning to yield results. A night's rest won't hinder anything, and the Blood Moon will keep his word. This system of reward and punishment is crucial for further controlling Violet's mind. However, "rest" certainly doesn't mean sleeping comfortably in a bed. The Blood Moon reactivates the full head enclosure, sealing Violet's senses, and then secures her to the bed in a spread-eagle position. "Mmmph! Guh-mmph!!" The position is clearly agonizing, and Violet protests incessantly, but the Blood Moon simply leaves her and walks away. Violet struggles a few times on the bed. The spread-eagle position is quite extreme; only her abdomen touches the bed, while her shoulders and knees are pulled upwards. Her neck and knees are tied to the head and foot of the bed with ropes, allowing her only slight movements, unable to even roll over. How can one sleep in this position! Violet thinks with despair, but soon the exhaustion from the physical and mental strain overwhelms her. Violet falls into a deep sleep in this uncomfortable posture.