[World of Warcraft Fanfiction - Outland Horror] (1-4)

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Natasha. The Sunseeker is an extremely beautiful blood elf girl.
A standard, slightly thin oval face is framed by long, golden hair that reaches her waist.

Her green eyes, like emeralds, gleam with a captivating light, exude a sexy and alluring aura, making her

appear vibrant and charming.
Her lips, like red coral, occasionally reveal teeth as delicate and lustrous as pearls,

captivating any man who sees her.
Her tall, slender figure, coupled with her

breasts , makes her appear anciently alluring and graceful.
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 Chenfeng Assault Team, an evil organization, where she carries out various dangerous missions

daily .
Finally, one day, during a mission to attack the Shattered Sun, Natasha is captured.
However, she was fortunate enough to escape from prison again due to the guards' negligence.
But this was only the beginning of her dangerous journey!
Shattered Sun was a secluded island surrounded by the sea, and the only

means of transportation by sea, which only made its way there once a month. Before that, she had to find a way

to evade the various tight guard posts to reach the sea; otherwise, she would be forever adrift on this isolated island, with

the possibility of being captured again.
However, she soon came up with a plan.
There was a spacious basement on the island, specifically used to dispose of and store the bodies of those who died in battle, both

friend . Depending on their allegiance and status, the bodies were either buried on the spot 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 sneak into the basement, and then she had to figure out how to disguise herself as

a corpse to get through.
First, she drank a bottle of Gulliver's Potion to put herself in a state of suspended animation; of course, she had to remain

conscious. Then she cast a spell on herself, allowing her to survive without

air . Now, she only needed to lie among the corpses, feigning death, waiting for someone to transport her to the beach

for burial.
A moment 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 such tender treatment? Don't forget, this woman

is the murderer who killed countless of our brethren!"
A jealous voice suddenly rang out behind the man. A beautiful human woman

leaned against the doorframe, her face contorted with envy. From their expressions, it was clear 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 was, that's all."
"Oh?" The woman remained dismissive.
"I...right, I'm glad you're willing to visit my workplace."
The woman remained silent, her face still expressionless.
"You see, Lina, my job isn't easy," the man said awkwardly, "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 secretly resurrect the fallen under the cover of night, so

...please watch carefully, 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, she immediately felt relieved when her trembling fingers accidentally touched something hard

. 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 spend her life

in endless darkness and confinement . 　　"You see, I usually do 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 around the "corpse's" arms, before tightening it and tying a knot. 　　Natasha could no longer separate her wrists freely; not only her wrists but also her arms were tightly fixed to her back. This binding made it impossible . 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, knees , calves, and ankles. After binding them, 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, hating the man in front of her, and secretly vowing that if she could escape, she would torture him a thousand times over. 　　"Now, even if she is resurrected, she will struggle in place and will hardly be able to move an inch. She will also be unable to call for help or respond to anything." The man looked at his masterpiece with pride, somewhat carried away by his own arrogance . Seeing that she remained unmoved, he could only awkwardly turn back and continue his work. 　　Then, the man took out a long, narrow body bag. This body bag was very unusual. Its surface was extremely rough and fuzzy, as if it had been made from an oversized towel—both breathable and...

It absorbs sweat and has a certain degree of elasticity, allowing it to contract or expand as needed.
While the body bag was somewhat flexible, it was perhaps a little too small, and the man

struggled to slip Natasha into it. Seemingly unsure, he took out several more similar

body bags and layered them on her head and feet, five or six times each! 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 gave her an immediate urge to twist and struggle, to release her pent-up emotions. 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, and then 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, being pushed to the ground caused Natasha to

see stars in pain, letting out a long groan! Now 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 for someone to carry her to the beach; that would have been

much more comfortable than this.
Natasha didn't know the two had left, and because she was afraid her groan would be discovered, she was

momentarily stunned. She lay on the ground, enduring the pain, struggling to stay upright.
Fortunately, the door was pushed open again soon. This time, it seemed to be two

workers who specialized in transporting corpses. They quickly carried her to the beach, dug a hole, put the

"corpse" in, and left after burying it.
Natasha didn't dare to break free immediately. She was afraid that there would be many people during the day and her plan would be exposed, so she could only continue to wait patiently according to

her own schedule.
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"Ugh..." "Ugh..." "Ugh!!! Ugh..." Faint groans of

struggle Natasha began to move.
Her slender fingers easily hooked her dagger and gripped it tightly, but in her struggle,

she discovered that her weapon couldn't cut the rope.
The dagger felt like wringing a steel lock as difficult as cutting it, and unfortunately

, the dagger eventually broke into several pieces. A feeling of despair quickly rose in Natasha's heart. She knew

she was almost really done for.
But Natasha didn't give up. She tried to pull her arms and legs free, attempting

to break free . But no matter how she twisted and struggled, her hands and legs remained immobile. Her whole body

swayed like a snake in an S-shape, while her shoulders swayed from side to side like a roly-poly toy. 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 shrouds, like towels, tightly wrapped around her body, their furry surfaces repeatedly and

intensely rubbing against her skin. Her breasts, in particular,

began a strange, inexplicable excitement slowly engulfed her.

The fragrant sweat that had seeped from her body due to excitement was absorbed by the shrouds, 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

began to struggle again because she was unwilling to give up, 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 become numb. She had to accept

her fate!

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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, mustered her strength

and began to whimper again, her body thrashing violently.
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, because it wrapped the girl inside so tightly, it perfectly

showcased her curvaceous figure. Especially her taut breasts, which even made the thick body bag stand high.

The body bag, stretched taut with wrinkles, looked so tight it was almost tempting to twist

it .
Perhaps the girl was too impatient to wait, as the body bag, which had been writhing in an S-shape,

began to roll restlessly on the ground. When it lay flat, its ends would occasionally jiggle upwards,

then it would groan and roll away again.
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 almost

causing the struggling girl to 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 tied up

? Oh, your skin is all ripped from the bindings, it must be so hard on you."
"Ugh..." Natasha knew she was about to fall from one abyss into an even more terrifying one.
The Draenei man uttered obscene words, blatantly fondling the girl's body, and finally

shamelessly lifted her skirt, peering inside!
Natasha desperately twisted her slender waist, writhing her whole body, trying to curl up and stop him from peeping, but

her body, bound like a pair of horses with their hooves tucked together, no longer obeyed her commands and betrayed her intentions. Originally trying to

curl up she began to move incessantly, thrusting her abdomen and shaking her hips, accompanied by moans of varying lengths

, making her look like a wanton woman in the throes of passion.
The man finally saw it! The alluring pink lingerie was faintly visible amidst the girl's intense twisting and struggling

, making his eyes almost bleed.
The man laid Natasha flat on the ground, but when the girl tried to wriggle and roll away, he immediately

and roughly sat on her waist with his back to her, lifting her long skirt up 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 crude 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 out. Her thighs, bound by the four horses, swayed violently

from side to side , while her abdomen and lower body arched upwards 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.
"Ugh..." Natasha shook her head violently, rolling away to continue her useless and futile

struggle .
However, Natasha herself sensed that the more she struggled, the more she was arousing his wildness

. If she continued to struggle, losing her purity was only a matter of time. So she

changed her strategy, stopping the struggle, closing her eyes, and playing 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 had been filled with shame and anger, gradually

calmed down. A pitiful expression slowly appeared on her face.
Although still bound, Natasha's movements were no longer so violent. Instead, she writhed slowly with

soft moans, and coupled with her expressive, alluring 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 bullied, subjugated girl, full of vulnerability

and helplessness Her writhing, her moans, everything about her would make any man

want to protect and cherish her without hesitation. The
Draenei man even took out a gag for her.
"Let me go, I'm already yours..." As Natasha said "I'm yours,"

she buried her head in his chest, a faint blush lingering between her eyes

. Her alluring eyes were like melted green agate, vibrant and captivating. When she saw the man looking at her, she

let out a soft "ah," quickly averting her gaze and pressing her eyes tightly against his

chest, as if she could never be seen by anyone again.
"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 convincingly, while she remained standing silently.
"Kill her quickly, if..."
Natasha tried to seize the opportunity to provoke him, but was silenced by a spell, unable to even utter

a sound .
"Narad, let's go back and repent to the Holy Light together. You will surely be forgiven," the priest Lina

said heavily, her face almost breaking into tears.
“No… I can’t… Lina, they won’t forgive me. I’ll be sentenced to death. I’ll lose

everything, including you!” Narad emphasized the word “you”, as if begging for leniency.
Lina tirelessly tried to persuade Narad with the kindness, sincerity, and patience of a priest, but Narad

truly refused to turn back.
Lina decided to expose everything herself. The thought of having been

friends caused a sharp pang of heartache. She turned and ran back,

running as fast as she could, casting a defensive spell on herself: "Power Word: Shield!" She knew Narad

was a rogue, and a weak priest like herself would find it difficult to escape. Therefore, she had to

act quickly and carefully.
"You're courting death!" Narad sighed helplessly, then channeled his power into his

legs and chased after her like the 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 chasing after 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, exposed outside her skirt, were as white as mutton-fat jade, dazzlingly bright in the darkness.
"You forced me to do this!" Narad quickly caught up with Priestess Lily, knocked her unconscious, and carried her

back to original spot.
"Let me go..." Natasha said coquettishly. The spell's effect had worn off, and she could speak

again .
"Shut up!"
But instead of a response, she received a harsh shout.
Narad roughly stuffed the towel back into Natasha's mouth and secured it, then quickly removed Lily's

flesh- stockings and stuffed them into her mouth, and then began to...
Perhaps considering that the other party was just a weak priestess, Narad only tightened her

wrists. Then he stared at her for a while before reaching his hand into her skirt. But this was not a blasphemous

act. After all, it was hard to have any evil thoughts about a pure and handsome priest who was revered by everyone. He

did not bind her legs, but simply tightened the hem of her skirt, bent her legs and

stuffed them into the skirt, then tucked the hem of the skirt in, and that was it. Then he 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 moans 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 must apologize to my friends who have supported me. It’s only been three episodes this week.

I’ve been .
Secondly, I want to brag a bit, because I finally bonded up my girlfriend! (I'll share the details after I finish

this novel; I'll just give a rough outline here.)
She's an art school teacher who often paints nudes. Influenced by her, I became her student, and we often

discussed and even modeled for each other. (Don't get the wrong idea, it was completely nude, that's right!)
Once, we visited an art exhibition and discovered that the nude drawings included bondage and sling binding

scenes. After discussing it, we decided to try it out on each other (I'm laughing in my dreams every night!).
These past few days I've been busy binding her 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 below. 　　Lina remained unconscious for a long time before being awakened by a series of "oohs" sounds. Slowly opening her eyes, she found herself lying face down on a large bed covered in smooth silk . The decorations and furnishings around her were completely unfamiliar;

she didn't feel like she was in her own room. Looking down from the bed, she saw a furry body bag rolling and writhing on the floor, and the "oohs" were coming from inside it. 　　Lina was still half-asleep. She tried to get up to untie the bag and see what was inside she 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 and sit upright on the bed , but she discovered that her legs were wrapped inside her own dress. Although the outside of the dress wasn't tied up, the hem was tightly bound. The already narrow, tight-fitting robe now resembled a sack, greatly restricting her movement. Worse still, as she struggled to straighten her shoulders and perform chest-out, stomach-tucking, and waist-twisting movements, she accidentally rolled off the bed. Not only did she fall hard, but struggling on the hard floor was far more difficult than on the soft mattress. 　　On the soft bed, the elastic surface, while offering no leverage, could reduce friction and pain, and as the struggler shifted their position, the elasticity could slightly increase their range of motion, giving them some leeway. But on the hard floor , it was no different. The already slender priestess's joints ached from the friction, greatly limiting her range of motion. 　　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 dress heaving and tugging repeatedly, or being stretched taut by her thighs as she tried to break , yet she could only lie obediently on the floor, struggling in vain . She remembered the blood elf girl, who was arrogant because her fingers could still move, and thought that if she could get close to that shroud...

If the body bag were released, perhaps both of them could escape the clutches of the enemy. Although she was 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 , and she was no match for the strength to untie it. Moreover, the blood elf girl inside the body bag probably didn't

know that she wanted to save her, and kept writhing 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 and tear her hand open again.

In addition, Lina had to keep turning her head to determine the distance to the target, and then slowly wriggle her body closer, which

took a lot of effort. As a priestess, she was not strong to begin with, so she soon collapsed to

the ground , breathing heavily through her nose, occasionally wriggling a few more times because of the discomfort of being bound.
Lina's mouth was also tightly gagged with a towel, making it impossible for her to communicate with Natasha and get her to

cooperate. So, the two girls could only groan intermittently on the ground,

writhing and twisting, their bodies intertwined. Both were desperate to regain

their freedom , and their entangled bodies were temporarily inseparable.
They writhed and coiled like snakes, and soon Lina herself was covered in sweat, her body emitting a strong fragrance.

The two girls' different scents mingled in the room, creating an extremely erotic atmosphere

that could intoxicate any man.
After a long time, the door was opened, and entered was the Draenei man, Narad!
Lina looked at her former lover with boundless grief and indignation, cursing inwardly, "How could you treat me like this?"

She tried to roll over to escape, but Narad scooped her up in one stride, slammed her heavily onto the bed,

pulled a towel over her, and immediately crawled in, holding the girl tightly.
Lina felt herself being gripped by a pair of large, iron-like hands. She tried to bend her legs to

push him away, but Narad rolled over and pinned her down, rendering her unable to struggle even slightly.

Moreover, the inexperienced Lina didn't realize that her writhing body as she struggled

, her legs twisting together like snakes, her full breasts rubbing and swaying beneath him, and

her attempts to cry out for help that only produced soft moans, only further 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, stained with sweat.

The towel that had covered them had inadvertently wrapped them tightly in the struggle,

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 with his, 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 finally 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, as she twisted her shoulders and

kicked her thighs, rolling over from a prone position to lying on her side, her voice filled with heartbreaking emotion.
"I gave you a chance before, but you gave it up. Now it's all too late." Narad

continued walking expressionlessly toward 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, believing

a glimmer of hope had finally appeared, adopted an extremely lewd posture, slowly and seductively undulating on the ground.

Her chest thrust forward forcefully, rising and falling rhythmically with deliberately heavy breathing, her head tilted back,

a look of ecstasy on her face. A blush, characteristic of young girls, flushed her cheeks, and her soft moans grew more

rapid and emotional. Her emerald eyes shone with a captivating allure, a mixture of shyness and anticipation—enough

to make any man want to protect her with all his might.
"What an energetic little girl," Narad said, pulling Natasha into his arms and caressing her

golden hair with tenderness. The blood elf girl, truly believing a turning point had arrived, immediately adopted a lover's posture, acting

coquettishly. This infuriated the human priest on the bed, who cursed the blood elf as a slut, a born hussy!
The man watched the two girls with a smile, then removed the gag from the blood elf girl's mouth.
And so, a verbal battle began between the two girls! However, the taciturn priest was clearly no match for the blood elf

girl . Her few repetitive sentences were quickly rendered useless 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 the human girl had a unique charm.
Narad proudly picked up Natasha and gently placed her on the bed. The priest's eyes

nearly bled; remembering how he had been thrown heavily onto the bed earlier, he 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 constant, inexplicable pinching of that very

spot . Already feeling uncomfortable from her swollen breasts, the pain intensified.

She twisted her body, preparing to retaliate, but quickly realized she was bound by the 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...

Instead, the other woman started scratching her sensitive chest with her fingernails, causing

her breasts, which had just relaxed due to pain, to tighten again instantly. Worse still, she began

to moan , and she started to get wet.
"I told you, you're a little slut!" Lina, finally managing to save face, was smugly pleased

with herself, unaware that her playful fight had deeply aroused Narad, whose eyes were now burning

with lust.
Narad growled and pounced on the two girls, first pinning the priest down with his body, then

immediately pulling the blood elf girl tightly into his arms and kissing her. Natasha, already aroused and confused by the priest

, had lost all will to resist and obediently slipped her tongue into the man's mouth,

while the priest twisted and turned in anger.
Narad, bewitched by the two writhing and struggling girls, shamelessly rolled around

with 　　, 　　unaware 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　that the priest and the sorcerer both revealed a subtle, almost imperceptible look in their eyes!
**************** ... He pressed the human girl tightly against him, especially his lower body, squeezing and rubbing against her vulva with a provocative motion. The girl writhed on the bed, desperately trying to resist the intense humiliation, her abdomen arching upwards in struggle, her movements becoming increasingly frequent. Soon, under the man's devilish seduction and ravaging, her lower body began to wet… 　　Meanwhile, Narad also held the blood elf girl, Natasha, tightly in his arms. The strong masculine aura rendered the already alluring and wanton blood elf girl powerless to resist, and she moaned loudly . The feeling of being tightly squeezed, making it difficult to breathe, her body held firmly in the man's arms, had already 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 intertwined tongues, buried 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 bow, 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 found himself unable to 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 transformed 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 mortal enemy 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 said, her delicate hand lightly stroking the pants where a certain part of his body bulged. The movement seemed so casual, but it made the priest's eyes almost spit fire. However, because he had to control Narad, he didn't dare to 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 very energy-consuming. She leisurely strolled around the room, found many strange things, and placed them on the bed. These things made the young priest feel extremely ashamed and indignant, almost allowing the man to break free. The blood elf girl flipped Narad over and bound him tightly in the same way, then wrapped her arms around his neck and began to whine: "You've tied me up so tightly!"

"Now it's your turn."
The young priestess immediately pushed Natasha away, pulled Narad into her arms, and, mimicking

the coquettish manner of a blood elf girl, said, "Don't touch my man!"
Although Lina was human, her coquettishness wasn't as alluring as that of a blood elf, but she was still a young girl,

possessing a unique charm. She had the man lie on his side in her arms, her breasts pressed against his face, and her long

, slender legs wrapped around his still struggling thighs. The girl's alluring posture, the strong fragrance

emanating from , and the pleasure of their bare thighs intertwined instantly rendered him

powerless to resist, especially since she had also pressed her fragrant lips against his. What was
originally sadism had turned into masochism, which Narad initially found difficult to adapt 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, incredibly, spread her legs and sat on his groin. It was practically a classic "femme fatale sitting on a tower" 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 submit to her teasing.
"So, this priest is a little slut too. Looks like she's been fantasizing about being dominated by him for quite some

time now ," Natasha thought to herself. She had other plans, but seeing this

scene, she decided to postpone them and see what kind of show would unfold. But the young priest immediately shot her

a warning look. Remembering the terrifying power of mind control, the blood elf girl could only say, "I'll go

gather more evidence," and hurried towards the inner room. However, she immediately hid behind a door,

secretly peeking out.
Lina wrapped her arms around the man's neck and kissed him passionately. The girl's cheeks flushed crimson,

she was completely intoxicated by the kisses, while the man struggled desperately, seemingly driven to the brink of madness by his restraint. After a while, the girl

stroked , 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 covered, wrapped up tightly, but she was too ashamed to talk about it, so she could only vent her frustrations with her body. Long ago, she liked to sew

a dozen towels together into one large towel, and every morning she

would wet this extra-long towel, wring it until it was half-dry, and then wrap it tightly around her chest, layer by layer. And

she would tighten the towels forcefully until she could barely breathe before releasing them. The feeling of being bound, combined with

the sensation of her breath rubbing against the damp towels, excited her immensely. Sometimes, when no one was around, she would breathe

deeply , imagining herself completely wrapped in the towels. She would

reach behind her back, clasp her hands together, and then forcefully twist her waist and arch 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

utterly 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 loosen the bindings on her chest, as if merely to convince him, revealing a pair of truly full,

firm, cone-shaped breasts that stood erect like mountain peaks. This was completely invisible when they were wrapped in towels

. Under the tight, layered wrappings and the constricting robes, it was impossible to tell.

An uninformed person might have mistaken the young priestess for having a flat chest. 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 lips 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 her 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 sounded in her ear: "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 not move, and then she lost consciousness...
*** *** *** ***
When Lina woke up again, she found herself still lying on the bed. She was just relieved that 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 joints were firmly fixed to her back, and she could not separate them 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, but unfortunately, all her joints were already bound and immobilized, even preventing her from moving her chest and abdomen.

She couldn't do it anymore; she could only writhe like a boneless jellyfish, emitting seductive "woo-woo"

sounds. And what was worse, that wasn't all. The blood elf girl was also holding a

huge, crumpled towel and a piece of rubber clothing. It seemed she wouldn't stop until she was completely wrapped up.
However, the blood elf girl didn't rush to wrap her up; instead, she gave her chest a hard twist, causing

the priestess to cry in pain, yet she couldn't move. Soon, she was covered in bruises. But at that moment,

the priestess felt an unprecedented pleasure.
"I really wanted to torment you a little longer, but unfortunately, I have important matters to attend to. So, goodbye," the blood

elf girl said with a hint of 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 feeling like countless tiny hands

kneading her entire body, including her sensitive areas—it was 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. Natasha was returning to her base, but 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 found 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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