Bai Lvdi knew there was no escaping this. Since she'd already decided to stake her body, there was no point clinging to face or dignity — when it was just the two of them, her choice already meant giving up everything.
"It's… It's a gag… bite down on the ring, then… then the strap goes around the back of the head, and you can't speak. You can also… through that ring, plug… plug a slut's mouth," Bai said, trailing off toward the end and burying her face between Zhao Xuan's legs, not daring to look at his wicked grin.
"And this?" Zhao gently lifted the knight's head and picked up a small clamp with a long decorative pendant hanging from it.
He couldn't immediately tell its exact use, but it was obviously another sex toy.
"Nipple clamps… You clip them… on a slut's… nipples. The pendant can hold a stiff tag — for… for labeling," Bai explained. Knowing her impressive bust size, she figured she'd face plenty of breast torture later. Compared to permanent piercings, these clamps hurt like hell but left no lasting marks.
"Label?" Zhao didn't get it at first.
Bai's face reddened more. She took two deep breaths. "Like… marking a… a slut — writing things like… 'whore' on them."
Now, Zhao understood — basically, sticking a price tag on merchandise.
Looking down at the once-proud knight now meekly obedient, Zhao almost used the clamp on her right away. But the cosplay top wasn't easy to remove; he'd have to take off the waist armor and shoulder plates first, and he didn't want to do that yet. So he set the clamps aside.
"Your collection's got some interesting stuff, Saint. Does that mean you used to fantasize about crawling at believers' feet as a bitch?" This time, Zhao pulled out a collar with bells and a chain. Having tried it on Ye Peiqi, he recognized it instantly.
"You're right… the slut… used to fantasize during prayer, imagining being displayed onstage as a bitch, publicly… aroused. But this slut's body is for Master alone, so… I could only wear it in private and dream of that life." Bai seemed to be getting used to it — she spoke more smoothly, the blush fading a little as she fawned over Zhao.
"Then let's make that fantasy real!" Zhao's desire surged. He hauled the knight onto the bed, pulled off her high-heeled boots, took two black ropes, and folded her legs in the black stockings, binding thigh to calf so she couldn't straighten them. Now, to move, she'd have to crawl on her knees.
Next, he fastened the black collar around her neck. She feigned resistance, but the bells rang like a real puppy.
Zhao noticed a metal tag hanging from the collar, engraved with bitch — marking her status. It had been hidden behind the bell, so he hadn't seen it earlier.
He clipped the thin chain to the back of the collar, tugged at it, and the choked knight stumbled backward. The king‑size bed gave plenty of room; Zhao sat at the far end and pulled her toward him.
Her bound legs made the retreat awkward — she fell onto the bed after a few steps. Her hands were tied behind her, so she couldn't brace herself, and ended up being dragged, rolling and sliding, until the collar's constriction made her cough from the sudden rush of air.
Before she could catch her breath, Zhao pinched her cheeks, forcing her mouth open, and shoved in a metal ring, strapping it tightly behind her head.
The gag was huge — her mouth felt like it was being stretched to the limit.
"Um— um—" Seeing the once-graceful saint reduced to muffled moans made Zhao smile. He stripped, revealing his enhanced, massive cock.
The struggling knight's eyes widened at the sight — forgetting her legs were bound, she instinctively tried to back away and fell onto the bed again.
Bai had seen plenty of adult videos, and she'd seen cocks that size — but usually in extreme fetish content, not normal sex. Even with her larger frame, she felt real fear; if this was her first time, the pain might knock her out.
Zhao knew his size was above average for most women. Aside from Yan Qing, who'd been "trained," Lin Jingjing and Ye Peiqi could barely take him and needed recovery time. Even Ye, used to pain, had cried at her deflowering.
But there was no way he'd pass up this knight offering herself.
Before she could struggle upright, Zhao lunged, pinned her, and held her down. With her strength at 7 and hands bound, even full resistance would only add to the thrill. Gag in place, she couldn't scream or beg, just shake her head, tears of panic in her eyes.
"I won't take your pussy yet, but you'll make me cum another way." Zhao didn't plan to deflower her now — his stamina was high, and he could go again quickly. Taking her virginity now would kill the fun and leave the outwardly fierce but physically delicate knight bedridden.
Bai read his intent and stopped resisting. Unable to get up, she shuffled forward until her mouth lined up with his erection.
Zhao turned, gripped her tightly bound legs, aimed at her mouth, and thrust hard.
Glrk— She'd expected to ease into it, but the sudden deep throat sent discomfort and nausea flooding in. Gag restricted her jaw, almost dislocating it. Helpless, she could only clutch the sheets.
After a dozen seconds, worried he might actually hurt her, Zhao pulled out. She coughed violently.
"Five seconds to reset your breathing and position." At his cold command, she tilted her head to reduce the angle between mouth and throat, then inhaled deeply.
This time, he went deeper — his crown brushed the back of her throat. Thankfully, the gag was big, or he couldn't have gone this far.
Prepared this time, she managed a decent deep-throat effort, surprising Zhao.
Even with his length deep in her throat, he couldn't bottom out. She could still breathe through her nose, but his pubic hairs tickled her face, some getting in her nostrils, making her itch unbearably. Gagged, she couldn't sneeze.
Zhao felt resistance spike — she'd hit her limit — so he gave one final thrust and withdrew.
Now the knight was far from graceful. Her makeup was ruined, face smeared with saliva, tears, and snot. Bubbles formed and popped at her nostrils as she panted, eyes rolled back, pupils nearly swallowed by the upper lid — thoroughly fucked-out.
Seeing the beautiful woman's composure shattered, Zhao got playful again. He sat on her soft chest, fucked her mouth while recording video. Not going deep this time, giving her a breather.
The defeated Joan, defiled and humiliated till she was senseless — if the video leaked, male fans would be green with envy.
After filming, Zhao wiped her face with tissues. Her makeup wasn't heavy, so the damage wasn't too noticeable — except the bold lipstick at the corners, fitting the captured saint persona.
Face-fucking takes constant attention to avoid real injury, so it's less enjoyable than when the woman gives head willingly. Zhao lay back, positioning the knight between his legs.
Bai knew the cue. Struggling upright, she bent low, enduring the waist armor's pressure, and carefully serviced him.
Zhao held her golden braid, controlling depth and speed, enjoying himself.
When Bai's jaw felt numb and her cheeks sore from holding her mouth open, Zhao finally neared his peak. His hands, which had been guiding her, suddenly shoved deeper into her throat. Before she could react, he relaxed his grip and flooded her mouth with thick cum.