World of Warcraft: Horrifying Outland

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Natasha. The Sunseeker is an extremely beautiful blood elf girl.
A standard, slightly thin oval face is framed by long, flowing golden hair that reaches her waist. Her
green eyes, like emeralds, shimmer with a captivating light, exuding a sexy and alluring aura, making her
appear so vibrant and charming.
Her lips, like red coral, occasionally reveal a glimpse of her pearly white teeth,
making any man who sees her utterly captivated.
Her tall, slender figure, coupled with
her breasts , further accentuates her delicate beauty.) Natasha is captivatingly beautiful, possessing an alluring charm.
Every man who has seen her falls at her feet; she is every man's
dream girl.
But her true identity is a high-ranking mage in the sinister organization, Chenfeng Commando, tasked with various dangerous missions
daily .
One day, during a mission to Shattered Sun, Natasha is captured.
However, she is fortunate enough to escape prison quickly due to a guard's negligence.
But this is only the beginning of her perilous journey!
Shattered Sun is a secluded island surrounded by the sea; the only
means of transportation by sea, which takes place only once every 1... It would take her months to travel here. Before that, she had to find a way
to evade the tight surveillance of various sentries to reach the beach; otherwise, she would be forever adrift on this isolated island, with
the possibility of being captured again.
However, she quickly came up with a plan.
The island had a spacious basement specifically used to dispose of and store the bodies of those killed in battle, both
friendly and enemy . Depending on their allegiance and status, the bodies were either buried on-site or transported back to their hometowns
to be given to their families. She planned to use this opportunity to escape. At least she had to find a way to get to the beach.
Soon, Natasha used her skills to infiltrate the basement, and then she had to figure out how to... He Wei
disguised herself as a corpse to get away with it.
First, she drank a bottle of Gulliver's potion to put herself in a state of suspended animation, though she remained
conscious—this was essential. Then, she cast a spell
on . Now, she simply lay among the corpses, pretending to be dead, waiting for someone to transport her to the beach
for burial.
A short while later, a Draenei man entered. Judging from his attire, he was clearly someone who specialized in burying
corpses . He was immediately drawn to Natasha's "corpse."
The man gently lifted Natasha and placed her on a bed, smoothing her long hair with a look of
regret .
"What's wrong? Is a corpse worth all this tenderness? Don't forget, this woman
is the murderer who killed countless of our people!"
A jealous voice suddenly rang out behind the man. A beautiful human woman leaned
against the doorframe, her face full of envy. Judging from their expressions, they were a couple.
"Lina? What are you doing here?" the man asked in a panic. Upon seeing that it was his lover,
he immediately feigned composure and said, "No, I mean, I just wanted to see what kind of vicious
woman this murderer really was, that's all."
"Oh?" The woman's face remained disdainful.
"I... by the way, I'm glad you're willing to come and visit my workplace."
The woman remained silent, her face still sullen.
"You see, Lina, my job isn't easy," the man said with an embarrassed laugh. "You see,
before I put each corpse into a body bag, I first... first... you know, the Chenfeng Commando are very
cunning . Their priests often use the cover of night to secretly resurrect the fallen, so
... watch closely, I need to tie them up tightly with enchanted ropes first."
"Oh?" The woman looked intrigued, her eyebrows twitching slightly.
"What!" Natasha was secretly shocked. So she was not only going to be put into a body bag, but also
tied up. However, when her trembling fingers accidentally touched something hard at her waist, she immediately felt relieved
. It was an astrologer's dagger she used for self-defense, and it was incredibly sharp; cutting ropes would be a piece of cake for it. Now she could only pray that they wouldn't find out, otherwise she would have to spend her life
in endless darkness and confinement . "You see, I usually do it like this first..." the man said, skillfully turning the "corpse" over, binding her hands behind her back with a crisscross pattern, then wrapping the rope around her chest several times and continuing to wrap the excess rope around the "corpse's" arms, before tightening it and tying a knot. Natasha could no longer separate her wrists freely; not only were her wrists fixed to her back, but her arms were also tightly bound. This binding method prevented . The rope tightly binding her chest made her already full breasts appear even more prominent, like mountain peaks. "Finally, I'll do this..." The man took out several more ropes and tightly bound Natasha's thighs, the area above and below her knees , her calves, and her ankles. After binding her, he forcefully bent her calves backward, connecting her ankles and wrists to complete a perfect four-horse binding shape. Finally, he stuffed her mouth and tightly tied her mouth shut with a strip of cloth! "What a brutal man, you just wait!" The tight bindings, the constriction on her chest, and the arched posture that made her whole body ache, made Natasha grit her teeth, hate the man in front of her, and secretly vow that if she could escape, she would torture him a thousand times over. "Now, even if she were resurrected, she would struggle endlessly in place, unable to move an inch. She wouldn't be able to call for help or respond to anything," the man . Seeing her unmoved expression, he awkwardly turned away and continued his work. Next, the man took out a long, narrow body bag. This body bag was quite unusual. Its surface was very rough and fuzzy, as if it had been made from an oversized towel—breathable and absorbent. It also had a certain degree of flexibility, allowing it to shrink or expand as needed. Although the body bag had some flexibility, it was perhaps a little too small, and the man struggled considerably to...

Qi carefully slipped Natasha into the body bag, and, seemingly still unsure, took out several more similar
body bags, layering them five or six times around her head and feet! Finally, he tied
the opening .
Once inside the body bag, the feeling of being bound intensified. If the rope only bound her
limbs , the layers of body bags tightly wrapped her entire body. The dense, tight
feeling of being bound made her want to twist and struggle, to vent her urges. Fortunately, her years of
combat experience allowed her to restrain herself, and her ambition grew stronger!
"What do you think? I've categorized this as a form of art," the man boasted.
"No interest," the woman replied coldly. Then she left.
"What's wrong with you…?" The man shoved the wrapped "corpse" to the ground and hurriedly chased after her.
"Ugh..." Bound tightly and with nowhere to grab onto, Natasha was pushed to the ground, the pain making her
see stars. She let out a long groan! Looking back, she realized how naive she had been. If she had known this would happen,
she should have gotten herself into a body bag and waited to be carried to the beach; that would have been
much more comfortable.
Natasha was unaware that the two men had left, and because she was afraid her groan would be heard, she was
momentarily stunned. She lay on the ground, enduring the pain, struggling to stay upright.
Fortunately, the door opened again soon after. This time, it seemed to be two
workers who specialized in transporting corpses. They quickly carried her to the beach, dug a hole, threw in the body, and then
left after burying it.
Natasha didn't dare to break free immediately. She was afraid that the crowds during the day would expose her plan, so she could only continue to wait patiently according to
her own schedule.
********** ... Even worse , because she was bound tightly, her hands and feet were intertwined, and whenever she tried to lift her head or straighten her legs, her calves and thighs, wrists and waist would resist each other, tightening the ropes around her body. The tension in her flesh, especially her breasts, intensified, as if they would burst through her clothes. The body sacks, like towels, tightly wrapped around her body, their furry surfaces repeatedly and closely rubbing against her skin. Her breasts, in particular, began , and a strange, inexplicable excitement slowly engulfed her. The fragrant sweat that had seeped from her body due to excitement was absorbed by the towels, further tightening the bindings and intensifying the arousal. Surrounded by this torment of tight binding, wrapping, rough friction, and inexplicable excitement, Natasha began to desperately want to cry for help. Compared to this situation, rather than spending her life lying on the ground writhing until she dies of old age, she would rather be stabbed in the heart by a dagger and die. She wanted to attract attention, even if it was her enemy! But it seemed that her tightly gagged mouth would not allow her to have her way. So, Natasha kept writhing , and finally fainted from exhaustion. But when she woke up, she was unwilling to give up and began to struggle again, and then fainted again. After repeating this many times, her violent writhing and struggling gradually turned into futile wriggling. The whimpering in her mouth became weaker and weaker, and her hands and feet began to gradually become numb. She had to prepare to accept her fate! (2) Natasha fell into deep despair. The endless darkness and physical torture caused her spirit to gradually collapse. Her skin, which had been bound by ropes and was starting to bleed, was soaked in sweat and rubbed by the towel, making Natasha feel a burning . Although almost exhausted, Natasha reflexively began to writhe in pain to lessen the agony, which only intensified the physical torture, creating a vicious cycle that seemed to spiral out of control. "Ugh..." "Ugh..." "Ugh...ugh..." Natasha began to cry in despair; only a good cry could alleviate the pressure. Finally, just as Natasha was about to run out of tears, she suddenly heard a soft, rustling sound above her head, as if someone was shoveling dirt! "Finally, I'm saved!" Natasha, as if grasping at a straw, found strength from somewhere and began to whimper again, her body struggling violently once more. Soon, Natasha was gently lifted up, only to be slammed heavily to the ground. "Whoever you are, let me go! Even if you're an enemy, it doesn't matter, just let me go!" Natasha silently cried out. However, the person who rescued Natasha did not immediately grant her freedom, but simply stood by and watched. On the ground, a body bag writhed and stretched like a maggot. Although the body bag appeared thick, the tight wrapping of the girl inside perfectly accentuated her curvaceous figure. Especially her taut breasts, which even managed to push against the thick bag , creating straight, firm wrinkles on its surface—it was almost tempting to pinch them . Perhaps due to the girl's discomfort and impatience, the body bag, which had been writhing in an S-shape, began to roll impatiently on the ground. When it lay flat, its ends would occasionally bounce upwards.

Then, with a soft "woof..." she rolled and twisted on the ground.
Seeing the body bag writhing and struggling, the man finally couldn't resist. He approached the girl,
gently cradling the bag in his arms, then roughly ravaged her body with his other hand, the force so great that it almost
made the struggling girl roll over again.
The body bag containing Natasha was finally untied, but her hands and feet remained bound, and she could only utter
seductive "woof" sounds.
And the person who saved her was none other than the Draenei man!
"Heh, little girl, this is the price for deceiving me!" the man chuckled coldly. "
How does it feel to be bound? Oh, your skin is all torn, I feel sorry for you."
"Woof..." Natasha knew she was about to fall from one abyss into an even more terrifying one.
The Draenei man uttered obscene words, openly defiled the girl's body, and finally
, shamelessly lifted her skirt, peering inside!
Natasha struggled and twisted her slender waist, trying to curl up and prevent the other person from peeping. However,
her body, bound in a crouching position, was no longer under her control and betrayed her intentions. Instead of
curling she began to move incessantly, thrusting her abdomen and swaying her hips, accompanied by intermittent moans
, making her look like a wanton woman in the throes of first love.
The man finally saw it! Her alluring pink lingerie
was faintly visible amidst the girl's violent struggles, making his eyes almost bleed.
The man laid Natasha flat on the ground, but when she tried to wriggle and roll to the side, he immediately
and roughly sat on her waist, his back to her, lifting her long skirt to her waist. Her smooth, delicate, and slender
legs twisted and turned repeatedly, arousing the man's desire.
"Mmm..." Natasha still refused to give up completely. She was still a virgin; how could she willingly be defiled by
such a rude man?
"Let me go, you beast..." "Damn it, why are you tied up so tightly!" "Put down my
skirt!" "Ugh..." "No... I can't..." "You bunch of self-proclaimed righteous
beasts !"
The girl cursed and begged incessantly in her heart, struggling even more fiercely. Unfortunately, pinned between the man's
legs, she could only keep thrusting her chest forward. Her thighs, bound by the four horses, swayed violently
from side to side , while her abdomen and lower body thrust upward even more violently. As the man
watched with rapt attention and began kissing the girl's ankles, her taut body seemed as if it would be torn apart at any moment,
a painful sight to behold. "So fragrant~~~~~~" The man even began to sniff Natasha's breasts
little by little, like a hunting dog searching for prey . "Ugh..." Natasha shook her head violently, rolling away to continue her futile struggle . However, Natasha herself sensed that the more she struggled, the more she was arousing his wildness . If she continued to struggle like this, losing her purity was only a matter of time. So she changed her strategy, stopping the struggle, closing her eyes tightly, and pretending to be dead. But under the man's repeated harassment, she couldn't help but respond. So the girl changed her strategy again, leaning into his arms. Her eyes, which were originally filled with shame and anger, gradually calmed down. A pitiful expression slowly appeared on her face. Although she was still bound, Natasha's movements were no longer so violent. Instead, she writhed slowly with soft moans, and coupled with her expressive, seductive eyes, she possessed an irresistible charm! If Natasha's frantic and desperate struggles while bound and wrapped up revealed a wild beauty, then now she exudes the gentle charm of a vulnerable, subjugated girl, her movements and moans radiating a fragile, helpless allure. Every ounce of her beauty would make any man want to protect and cherish her. The Draenei man even offered her a gag. "Let me go, I'm already yours..." Natasha said , burying her head in his chest, a faint blush lingering between her eyes . Her alluring eyes, like melted green agate, were captivating. When she saw the man looking at her, she let out a soft "ah," quickly averting her gaze and pressing her eyes firmly against his chest, as if she were forever ashamed to be seen. "One day, I will make you fall into the abyss of curses, and live a life worse than death!" But in her heart, Natasha was cursing him fiercely. The Draenei man was finally moved! "Narad. Shadowstep! Are you going to do something that even the Holy Light cannot forgive?" "Lina, how could it be you!" The Draenei man was about to untie the girl when he stopped at a cry of surprise. Turning around , he found his girlfriend standing quietly behind him, her face filled with disappointment and shame. It seemed he had been completely exposed! "Lina, please believe me, I just wanted to..." Narad stammered, but found himself unable to explain himself, while she remained standing silently. "Kill her quickly, if..." Natasha tried to seize the opportunity to provoke him, but was suppressed by a silencing spell, unable to even utter a sound . “Narad, let’s go back and repent to the Holy Light together. You’ll definitely be forgiven,” Priest Lina said solemnly, her face almost breaking with tears. “No…I can’t…Lina, they won’t forgive me. I’ll be executed. I’ll lose everything, including you!” Narad emphasized the word “you,” clearly begging for leniency. Lina continued to plead with him, with the kindness, sincerity, and patience of a priest, but Narad truly didn’t want to turn back. Lina decided to expose everything herself. The thought of being friends sent a sharp pang of heartache through her. She turned and ran back, running as fast as she could, casting a defensive spell on herself: “Power Word: Shield!” Because she knew Narad…

As a professional thief, a frail priest like herself would find it difficult to escape her opponent, so she needed to
act quickly and carefully.
"You're courting death!" Narad sighed helplessly, then channeled his power into his
legs and chased after her like a gust of wind.
"Damn it, I was almost there... Oh no, I'm still bound... Damn it, I still can't break free
! Let me go!" Natasha cried out anxiously in her heart. Seeing Narad relentlessly pursuing her, the girl
began to struggle futilely and violently on the ground again, her entire body twisting in an S-shape as she tried
to wriggle forward, attempting to catch up with the man, but she couldn't slide even a meter before running out of strength.
Her thighs, as white as mutton-fat jade, exposed outside her skirt, shone brightly in the darkness.
"You forced me to do this!" Narad quickly caught up with Priestess Lily, knocked her unconscious, and carried her
back to where he was.
"Let me go..." Natasha said coquettishly. The magic's effect had worn off, and she could speak
again .
"Shut up!"
But instead of a response, she received a harsh shout.
Narad roughly shoved the towel back into Natasha's mouth and secured it, then quickly removed Lina's
flesh- colored stockings and stuffed them into her mouth. He was about to begin with her.
Perhaps considering that she was just a weak priestess, Narad only bound her
wrists tightly. He stared at her intently for a while before reaching his hand under her skirt. However, this wasn't a disrespectful
act. After all, a pure, handsome, and revered priestess was unlikely to inspire any evil thoughts. He
didn't bind her legs; he simply tightened the hem of her skirt, bent her legs, and tucked them inside, then
tucked the hem in, and that was it. He then hoisted her onto his shoulder and walked towards Natasha.
As for Natasha, although she still resisted desperately, she was still roughly lifted up and dragged into the depths of the night.
"Ugh...ugh..." Natasha's groans echoed faintly in the darkness, but unfortunately no one could
hear them.
A new nightmare awaited them!
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First of all, I want to apologize to my friends who have supported me. I have only delivered the third episode this week.
I have .
Secondly, I want to show off that I have finally tied up my own sister (I will give you the details after I finish writing
this novel. I will just give you a general idea here)
. My sister is a teacher at the art academy. She often draws nude paintings. I was influenced by her and became her student. We often
discussed things and worked as models for each other. (Stop fantasizing, it's all naked, that's right!)
Once, we went to an art exhibition together and found some figure drawings depicting bondage and sling binding
. After discussing it, we decided to try it out on each other (I'm laughing in my dreams about it!).
These past few days I've been busy binding my girlfriend in various positions, so I haven't had time. Today, I waited until she was asleep before getting up
to continue writing, as a way of making amends.
Okay, let's continue downstairs.
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Lina was in a daze for a long time before being
awakened by a series of "woo...woo" sounds. Slowly opening her eyes, she found herself lying on a large bed covered with smooth silk. Looking
at the decorations and furnishings around her, it didn't feel like her own room at all; everything seemed so unfamiliar. Looking down from under the bed
, she saw a furry body bag rolling and writhing on the floor, the
whirring sounds coming from inside.
Lina was still half-asleep. She tried to get up to untie the bag and see what
was inside couldn't muster any strength in her upper body. Her wrists were twisted behind her back and tied together in a cross shape. Every time
she tried to straighten up, her wrists and waist would resist, and after several attempts, her upper body could only
arch and bend like a lobster. Then she gradually remembered that she had been kidnapped and tied up by
her lover , and the body bag contained the blood elf girl Natasha!
Lina reluctantly bent her legs, trying to use the strength of her knees to lift herself up onto
the bed , but she discovered that her legs were wrapped in her own skirt. Although the skirt
wasn't bound with rope, the hem was tightly tied, making the already narrow, tight-fitting
robe even more like a sack, severely restricting her movement.
Worse still, when she tried to move her shoulders, arching her back and twisting her waist, she
accidentally rolled off the bed. Not only did she fall hard, but
struggling on the hard floor was far more difficult than on a soft bed.
On a soft bed, the elastic surface, while offering no leverage, could
reduce friction and pain, and as the struggler changed positions,
it could slightly increase their range of motion. But on the hard
floor already slender priest's joints ached from the friction
, greatly limiting her movement.
Lina was now fully conscious; she desperately twisted her waist and kicked her legs, but it was all in vain
. She only saw her long skirt heaving and tugging repeatedly, or being stretched taut by her thighs as she tried to
break free , yet she could only lie obediently on the ground, struggling in vain
. She thought of the blood elf girl, who was arrogant because her fingers could still move. If she could get close to the body
bag and release her, perhaps both of them could escape the clutches of evil. Although she was very reluctant to cooperate with the enemy, she had no other choice
now .
But when Lina approached the body bag, she realized that this idea was simply unrealistic. The opening of the bag was tied
in a , and she couldn't untie it with her strength. Moreover, the blood elf girl inside the body bag probably didn't
know that she wanted to save her, and kept twisting and rolling on the ground. Often, just when she finally got close enough
to grasp the opening of the bag, the girl would roll over or struggle, tearing her hand open again.
Furthermore, Lina had to constantly turn her head to determine the distance to her target, and then slowly wriggle closer, which required
considerable effort. Being a priestess, she was naturally weak, so she soon collapsed to
the ground through her nose, occasionally wriggling slightly from the discomfort of being bound.
Lina's mouth was tightly gagged with a towel, preventing her from communicating with Natasha and getting her to cooperate
. Thus, the two girls could only moan intermittently on the ground,
twisting and turning, their bodies intertwined. Both were desperate to regain
their freedom , and their entangled bodies became inseparable.
They writhed and coiled like snakes, and soon Lina herself was covered in sweat, her body emitting a fragrant scent.
The two girls, with their different scents, mingled in the room, creating an extremely erotic atmosphere
that could intoxicate any man.
A long time passed before the door opened, and in came Narad, a Draenei man!
Lina looked at her former lover with boundless grief and indignation, cursing inwardly, "How could you treat me like this?"
She tried to roll away, but Narad scooped her up and slammed
her onto the bed. He pulled a blanket over her and immediately climbed in, holding her tightly.
Lina felt herself gripped by a pair of large, iron-like hands. She tried to bend her legs to
push him away,
but The inexperienced Lina didn't realize that her writhing body,
her legs twisting like snakes, her full breasts rubbing and swaying beneath him, and
her attempts to cry out only producing soft moans, only fueled the man's primal desires.
On the bed, as the two writhed, the once perfectly smooth silk was now crumpled and wrinkled,
its smooth surface reflecting an eerie light, its sweat-soaked surface speckled with smudges.
The towel that had covered them, in their constant rolling and struggling, had inadvertently wrapped them both tightly inside,
intensifying the oppressive feeling in Lina.
"Let go..." The man removed the towel from Lina's mouth, but before she could speak, his lips were
firmly sealed shut. Her tongue reluctantly entangled and intertwined with his, honey-like saliva
shamelessly oozing from the corners of her mouth. She had initially wanted to shake her head in resistance, but she had no choice but to accept the reality before her.
"I won't tell anyone anymore, please let me go?" After what seemed like an eternity, their lips slowly
parted, and the priest pleaded after a few breaths.
But the man said nothing, simply removing the towel from their bodies, slowly getting off the bed, and
heading towards the body bag.
"Don't you really love me at all?" Lina said, her voice trembling with tears, twisting her shoulders and
kicking her thighs violently. She rolled over, changing from a prone position to lying on her side, her voice filled with a poignant beauty.
"I gave you a chance before, but you gave it up. Now it's too late." Narad
continued walking expressionlessly towards the body bag.
"You…" The priest, not good with words, didn't know how to defend himself, only
struggling .
The man walked to Natasha's side, untied the body bag, and released her. The blood elf, thinking there was finally
a turning point, adopted an extremely lewd posture, slowly and seductively swaying on the ground.
Her chest thrust forward forcefully, rising and falling rhythmically with deliberately heavy breathing, her head tilted back,
filled with an expression of ecstasy. A blush, characteristic of young girls, flushed her cheeks, and her soft moans became
more rapid and emotional. Her emerald eyes shone with a charming expression, whether shy or expectant—enough
to make any man want to protect this girl with all his might.
"What an energetic little girl~" Narad said tenderly, stroking the girl's golden hair as he held Natasha in his arms
. The blood elf girl truly believed there was a turning point and immediately adopted a lover's posture,
acting coquettishly. This made the human priest on the bed extremely jealous, cursing the blood elf as a slut, a born scoundrel!
The man smiled as he watched the two girls, then removed the gag from the blood elf girl's mouth.
Thus began a war of words between the two girls! However, the taciturn priest was clearly no match for the blood elf
girl . Her repetitive refrains quickly rendered
her powerless by Natasha's sharp tongue. But the priest soon became clever, even attempting to act coquettishly, though her movements
and expressions showed she was still a novice. However, the shy demeanor of a human girl possessed a unique charm.
Narad proudly picked up Natasha and gently placed her on the bed. The priest, his eyes
practically spitting blood, remembered being thrown heavily onto the bed earlier, and was instantly consumed by jealousy.
He wriggled over to the blood elf girl and, without thinking, pinched her full breasts hard with his fingernails
, drawing tears from her eyes.
The blood elf girl had never suffered such a loss with another woman before, especially with the other woman repeatedly pinching that very
spot . Already feeling uncomfortable due to her swollen breasts, the pain intensified.
She twisted her body, preparing to retaliate, but quickly realized she was bound by four horses and couldn't react in time.
Lying even turning over was difficult. Faced with the priest's relentless assault, the blood elf girl was repeatedly hit.
Natasha's head and legs twisted repeatedly, her waist and abdomen straightened, her thighs and wrists
violently shaking up and down. Then, she forcefully tilted her head back, using this momentum to finally roll over
and pin the priest's hand under her breasts, thinking, "Now you should give up, right?" But to the blood elf girl's
surprise , the other woman began to scratch her sensitive areas with her fingernails.
Her breasts, which had just relaxed due to the pain, instantly tightened again. Worse still, she began to
moan , and started to get wet.
"I told you, you're a little slut!" Lina, finally having won back some face, was smugly pleased
with herself, unaware that her playful fight had deeply aroused Narad, whose eyes were now burning
with lust.
Narad let out a low growl and pounced on the two girls, first pinning the priest down with his body, then...
Natasha, already aroused and infatuated by the priest,
had lost all will to resist and obediently slipped her tongue into his mouth, their tongues meeting.
The priest, in his anger, writhed and twisted. Narad, captivated by the two struggling girls, shamelessly rolled around with
them , unaware of the subtle glances exchanged between the priest and the sorcerer! ********** ... ********** ... The feeling of being tightly squeezed, making it difficult to breathe, her entire body held firmly in the man's arms, had long since made her lose all sense of her surroundings. She even began to actively rub and squeeze her full, firm breasts against the man's broad chest, as if offering herself willingly. The man, no longer satisfied with the girl's moist, fragrant mouth and their tightly intertwined tongues, began to bury his face in her chest, his unkempt face making intimate contact with her delicate skin. Their naked skin , experiencing an indescribable pleasure, while his large, hairy hands roughly slipped inside Natasha's skirt… "Ah…no…" Natasha's body arched into a full, rounded shape, forcefully pushing her most alluring parts forward, displaying them to Narad. Her bound hands and feet rubbed together helplessly, struggling. He strained to pull his abdomen back, trying to escape the other's roughness, but for some reason, his body moved uncontrollably, shamelessly writhing and slowly adapting to the intrusion … Two women and one man, intertwined like snakes, filled the room with an atmosphere of debauchery, the stench of male sweat mingling with the increasingly intense and alluring fragrance of the girls… But Narad was unaware that he was at his weakest point, and the two girls' constant moans of pleasure, a result of their oppression, were his greatest threat! Lost in his entanglement with the girls, Narad suddenly realized he couldn't move. He desperately tried to command his limbs, but they wouldn't obey. He faintly heard the chanting of magic; he knew things had gone wrong. In his moment of carelessness, he had forgotten to silence the girls, giving them a chance to turn the tables . The man knew the human priest was using her magical mind control to control his body, and he was powerless to resist. He suddenly regained his mobility, but was now acting entirely on her orders . Narad slowly sat up, seeing the priest with a half-smile watching him. He mechanically untied slumped heavily back onto the bed, unable to move again until they gave him their next command. Perhaps because they had been bound for so long, the two girls, once freed, simply lay on the bed panting heavily , not immediately getting up. After a while, they slowly sat up, rubbing their bound areas, looking at the man who had gone from hunter to prey. "I didn't release you out of pity. I'm just too weak on my own, and I need someone to monitor him, so I wanted to cooperate with you, understand?" the human girl spoke first. "Why not?" the blood elf girl tilted her head, looking at her former nemesis with unparalleled . The next movements were as practiced as if the two girls had worked together many times before. The human priest continued to control Narad's body with magic, while the blood elf girl quickly stripped the man down to only his pants. "Hehe, you're quite well-endowed too~" Natasha lightly stroked the pants, which revealed a prominent bulge in a certain area, with her delicate little hand. The movement seemed so unintentional, but it made the priest's eyes almost spit fire. However, because he had to control Narad, he dared not be too distracted and could only glare fiercely at her. Natasha pretended not to see it and pulled hard, exposing Narad's last private parts. Lina almost hit him. But she immediately sensed the man's desire to break free and could only grit her teeth and endure it. Natasha seemed unaware that the priest's mind control skills were exhausting. She leisurely strolled around the room, finding many strange items and placing them on the bed. These items filled the young priestess with shame and indignation, almost causing the man to break free. The blood elf girl flipped Narad over, binding him tightly in the same manner, then wrapped her arms around his neck and began to whine: "You bound me so tightly, now it's your turn. " The young priestess immediately pushed Natasha away, pulling Narad into her arms, mimicking the blood elf girl's whining expression, saying, "Don't touch my man!" Although Lina was human, her whining wasn't as alluring as the blood elf's, but she was still a young girl, possessing a unique charm. She had the man lie on his side in her arms, pressing her breasts against his face, and wrapping her long, slender legs around his still-struggling thighs. The girl's alluring posture, the strong fragrance emanating from , and the pleasure of her two bare thighs intertwining instantly rendered him powerless to resist. What's more, she even took the initiative to press her fragrant lips against his.

The sadism had turned into masochism, which Narad initially found difficult to adjust to, but he quickly accepted it.
Now, it was his turn to be abused. Lina, supporting the man's bound body in a horse-like position, slowly knelt on the bed,
then surprisingly spread her legs and sat on his lap. It was practically a perfect "femme fatale" position!
Although Lina's clothes were still tightly wrapped around her body, the girl's initiative, her posture, and her
incredibly alluring expression immediately made the man anxiously writhe, wanting to seduce her. However, with his hands and feet
bound, he could only sway back and forth and side to side, unable to take control.
The petite figure was so close, seemingly within reach, yet bound, he could
only to her teasing.
"So, this priest is a little slut too. It seems he's been fantasizing about being ravaged by her for quite some
time now ," Natasha thought to herself. Originally, she had other plans, but seeing this
scene, she decided to postpone them and see what kind of show would unfold. However, the young priestess immediately shot her
a warning look. Remembering the terrifying nature of mind control, the blood elf girl could only say, "I'll go
collect some more evidence," and hurriedly rushed into the inner room. However, she immediately hid behind a door,
secretly peeking outside.
Lina wrapped her arms around the man's neck, showering him with kisses. The girl's cheeks flushed crimson, seemingly
intoxicated by the kisses, while the man struggled desperately, seemingly on the verge of madness. After a while, the girl
stroked the man's face with one hand, pouring out her true feelings. Then, she slowly removed her tight-fitting robe, leaving only
two pieces of pink, sexy underwear. What drove the man almost insane was that the young priestess wasn't
wearing any underwear . According to her, she particularly loved the feeling of being tightly bound. Ordinary underwear
simply couldn't satisfy her desires. She loved the feeling of being completely wrapped up, tightly, and without any breathability
, but she was too ashamed to talk about it, so she could only vent her frustration on her own body. Long ago, she liked to sew
a dozen towels together into one large towel. Every morning, she
would wet this extra-long towel, wring it until it was half-dry, and
then pull it tight until she could barely breathe before letting go. The feeling of being bound, combined with
the friction of her breath against the wet towel, excited her immensely. Sometimes, when no one was around, she would breathe
deeply , imagining herself completely wrapped in the towel. She would reach behind her
back, clasp her hands together, and then twist her waist forcefully, arching her chest, rolling around on the bed
as if she were truly bound and trying to break free. This continued until she was dizzy, sweating profusely, and
exhausted, falling into a deep sleep on the bed.
Lina's voice grew softer and softer, but when she saw the incredulous look on Narad's face,
she seemed to do it merely to convince him, then loosened the restraints on her chest, revealing a pair of truly full,
firm, cone-shaped breasts that rose like mountain peaks. These were completely invisible when wrapped in a towel
; under the tight layers of clothing and the constricting robe, they were absolutely undetectable.
An uninformed person would have thought this young priestess was flat-chested. This made the blood elf girl incredibly jealous.
The other girl was clearly just a lowly human, yet she possessed
a figure even more impressive than her own, a high elf—a blood elf. Seeing this, she couldn't help but pout; her breasts could practically hang a soy sauce bottle on them.
"Come on, violate me. I promise I won't report you. Can you promise to love me properly too?" the young
priestess said charmingly. Seeing the other woman nod vigorously, she was about to untie the ropes when suddenly a
wet towel with a strong medicinal smell was tightly pressed against her mouth. At the same time, a voice rang in her ears: "Have you forgotten
my existence?"
The priestess twisted her body to try to break free, but the violent movement only accelerated the amount of anesthetic gas she inhaled.
Soon , Lina's body could no longer move, and then she lost consciousness...
**********
When Lina woke up again, she found herself still lying on the bed. She was just relieved, thinking she was alright, and
tried to sit up when she realized that her hands were tightly bound behind her back. Not only were her wrists crossed and
tightly bound, but her arms and elbows were also tightly wrapped and fixed to her back with ropes. Her wrists,
arms and all the other joints were firmly fixed to her back, unable to be separated at all. She struggled to get up,
only to find her thighs bound as well. Every joint of her body that could move was tied up, making her
look like a giant rice dumpling, bound tightly together . From a distance, she resembled a fleshy lump
wriggling on the bed. The priest tried to call for help, but found her mouth stuffed
full of something furry, reeking of sweat. Realizing it was
part of the towel she had used to wrap her chest, she felt nauseous and desperately tried to
spit it out, but her lips were tightly wrapped in a long towel, preventing her from spitting anything
out.
"Hmm? Don't you like being wrapped in a towel?" The priest looked up at the voice and saw the blood
elf girl smiling at him.
Lina immediately regretted tying her up too; now she was
free again. The girl struggled desperately, trying to use every joint in her body to regain
her freedom. Unfortunately, all her joints were bound and immobilized,
preventing her from even arching her back. She could only writhe like a boneless jellyfish, emitting seductive "oohs
." To make matters worse, the blood elf girl was also holding a large
, crumpled towel and a piece of rubber clothing. It seemed she wouldn't stop until she was completely wrapped up.
However, instead of wrapping her up, the blood elf girl gave her chest a hard twist, causing
the priestess to cry in pain, unable to move. Soon, she was covered in bruises. But
the priestess felt an unprecedented pleasure.
"I really wanted to torture you a little longer, but I have important matters to attend to. Well then, see you later," the blood
elf girl said with regret.
Next, Natasha pressed the man and woman chest to chest tightly together, then began
wrapping them in the oversized towel. Every few layers, she would pull the towel taut and tighten it until it was
taut and looked as if it were about to tear. Then came another round of wrapping and tightening.
Throughout process, the two offered no resistance whatsoever, as if they had resigned themselves to their fate. Finally, a
thick, pink towel, covered in flowers, tightly wrapped them both. It also perfectly accentuated
the girl's curvaceous figure, her full buttocks high and rounded, her
slender body appearing especially sexy within the pink towel. But Natasha wasn't satisfied;
after she carefully stuffed them into their latex suits.
The latex suit had a zipper on the back, which seemed very loose when open, but
became too tight when two people wrapped together were stuffed inside. Natasha pulled hard while constantly
twisting the suit to finish the task. After tightening the zipper, the blood elf girl was exhausted, covered in
sweat and panting. However, considering the terrible experience she had suffered earlier, she
cast a magic absorption spell on both of them, then took out several body bags and layered them over their bodies, tying the openings tightly. Only then was
the process complete.
"Ugh...ugh..."
Once everything was finished, the two seemed to suddenly awaken and began to struggle inside the bags.
The furry body bags rolled on the ground, but because the bindings were so tight,
they couldn't even twist or turn. And judging from their groans, the man seemed to have violated the priestess.
And that was indeed the case!
The young pastor was actually incredibly excited. Years of pent-up depression were finally being released today.
The feeling of being tightly wrapped was exactly what she had craved for all these years. The rough surface of the towel rubbed against her body
with her movements, each tuft of hair like countless tiny hands
kneading her entire body, including her sensitive areas—it felt so incredibly comfortable! The man before her greedily kissed the fragrance of
her body, especially her private parts, constantly probing her, but because her thighs were
tightly bound together, he was left disappointed. But Lina loved this feeling. She wished
she and her lover could be bound together like this forever…
************
Everything was settled, and Natasha was returning to her base. However, before leaving, she left the door wide
open. For some reason, after tonight's experience, she suddenly felt a liking for being bound
. At the same time, she hoped that the two of them would eventually be discovered and rescued, after all, this unforgettable night was all thanks to
them!
After packing her luggage, the blood elf girl walked into the depths of the forest, gradually disappearing into the thick night!
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Next two episodes preview:
Episode 5, Natasha, the blood elf girl who discovered that her base had been destroyed, decided to go to the Black Temple for
protection . Illidan agreed to her request and she came under the command of her grandmother, Hera. She then
began a rigorous training program in rope bondage under the guidance of her grandmother and the rope master assigned to her!
Episode 6 (Final Episode)
: As the final episode, it aims to complete the story and provide a perfect ending.
There are almost no bondage scenes in the last episode, so please bear with us.
Natasha falls in love with her rope master, who seems to reciprocate her feelings. However, they both understand that
their true purpose is to fight. To avoid regrets and to be together forever,
guided by the Holy Light, they arrive in Shattrath City to officially serve the righteous Naru. From then on, they finally
live happily ever after.
[The End]

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