It was a bewildering experience for the two females to be restrained by such an astonishing set of cruel and elaborate restraints, these were not only a means to prevent escape, or to torture them by denying the two from finding any position in which they could find any respite, but also to trap them in a perpetual mixture of humiliation, pain and pleasure at the same time. In order to prevent any of them from toppling over, the servants attached chains dangling from the ceiling to all parts of the restraints.

When Lillithira had been fettered in place, the Master got busy checking the restraints and how it constricted her flesh. He nodded in approval and gestured for the assistants to bring him a fire kettle, a bucket of water, some pieces of leather, a short black staff, and a large number of rivets. The rivets were had different colors, as if they were made of two metals. As the Master collected the items, he mentioned in passing that the black staff was called purgatory coal, and when exposed to fire, it would emit a strong heat. And were of the same kind that would be used to burn against a cut by a sword or other injury to the skin to protect against infection. The fire kettle was placed in front of the women. A prod was pointing out from the gleaming fire, its tip heated and reddened. The Master picked up the shredded rags of what was left of their clothing after they had been cut away from their bodies. He throws them haphazardly into the brazier. And the fire consumes the textile, in no time at all they wrinkle and turn into black crumbled ash and disappear into the flames. “You\u0027ll never wear clothes again.” The Master said coldly. And the females watch with tear filled eyes.

This might have been a signal to the servants, who now start to prepare for the procedure he was about to perform. A number of holes had been drilled into the connection of the metal fixtures that held the two females prisoners. At the moment the assembly of fetters were held in place with temporary clasps inserted in the hole of each cuff and restraint. If those clasps would be pulled out they could have been set free in short order. But now a rivet of each color were inserted in these holes.

“If you apply high heat, the metal will melt and flow like wax and the hole will be filled and irreversible be locked tight. This is made even more secure as the sides of each hole are of different size so it cannot ever fall out, while the end of each rivet expands on the outside once it melts and hardens. So you can\u0027t pull it out. By melting the two metals together, they become an alloy with an extremely high hardness and melting point. To remove the rivet, it would be necessary to heat up and cut steadily at the same time. But if you did that, the red-hot metal would burn your bodies badly, and I could hardly imagine you would survive such an ordeal. So when we insert the rivet into the hole and melt it, it will make the restraint impossible to remove, and you\u0027ll wear these fetters for the rest of your life.”

When the Master slowly told them these facts, their eyes widened in fear. Both screams and struggle, their bodies out of control in a panic. \u0027He is going to force us to live like this forever!\u0027

\"Nnghhh! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” They knew that there were no escape. Yet the very thought of such captivity and sinister future, drive them to struggle with all their might to free themselves fighting against the restraints. But as they did so, the dildos and inserts into their vulva and every hole stimulated them at the same time so their struggle resulted in a mixture of screams and gasps of pleasure. “Mmmmm! Ughhhh! Uhhhh... uhhhh!” The cries of the women mingled by the rattling of chains and metal parts clashing with each other. The Master waited silently for them to settle down. Eventually, they realized that no matter how much they struggled, the only thing they accomplished was to torment themselves even more. So eventually, they stopped their struggling, and when going quiet it also stopped the wild stimulation between their legs. They lifted their tear-soaked faces to look at the Master, begging for his mercy, like broken slaves asking for forgiveness. “...ooooh.”

The Master signaled one of his masked assistants with his finger, who walked over. After the lifting up Tona\u0027s tears treaked face, the assistant then inserted one of the pieces of thin leather between the collar and the skin. The heat from the purgatory coal is short, but even so, there\u0027s no guarantee that the metal collar would not get heated up and the skin would not get burnt. And even though a witch\u0027s body could heal wounds that ordinary persons would not be able to recover from, charred skin was one damage even witches sometimes had difficulties to heal from.

The assistant then proceeded by removing each of the temporary clasps Tonas\u0027s collar and replacing those with the halved rivets one by one. With the anxiety of a prisoner about to be sentenced, Tona\u0027s eyes widened in horror as the work continued and her breathing was getting more and more ragged. “Whew! Ugh! Hmmm!\" \u0027I am desperate, please show mercy.\u0027 She wanted to say, but gagged as she was unable to say the words. The assistant pressed the tip of the charcoal against the rivet that had just been inserted. Then slowly brought the red-hot fire poker close to it. Tona couldn\u0027t bear the horror of watching the moment. She closed her eyes tightly and turned her face away. \u0027Woosh!\u0027

Sparks flew and the smell of burnt metal and white smoke rose around them. The assistant poured water on the rivets to cool them down, thin flakes of ashes fell from around her neck. The smoke dissipated, revealing that the rivets that had been inserted had melted and merged into the surrounding metal. The thick collar was one circle, and it was never again to be removed from her neck. From now on, Tone was going to spend the rest of her life in the heavy and suffocating feeling that the collar brought. \u0027I can\u0027t stand any more! From now on, I\u0027ll have to live with the weight and suffocation of this collar for the rest of my life.\u0027 \"Nghhhhhhhhhhhh!” Tona\u0027s gagged exclamation echoed through the room. She would never be able to live in the freedom she had enjoyed in her previous life. She felt a despair like she had fallen into an abyss, and the tears began to flow again. But in this moment when her heart was broken, her mind nearly shattered by despair, while the metal dildo moves around in pace with her struggle. And in this humiliation she also felt waves of pleasure that had been stored up inside her body. The sensations she had been denying herself return again. It floods the body. She rages hard, and keeps stirring herself up. A wave of accumulated pleasure is released with intense emotions. The muscles in her vulva clutch around the metal rod in her womb over and over again, as the pressure builds up inside her. Eventually, her mind goes blank, and Tona lost consciousness.

“Ugh! Uhhhh! Mmmmmmmm!” Lillithira, who have watched all this in silence, as she sat sobbing and trembling on Tona\u0027s back. Find that there\u0027s no compassion among the masked servants, as they continue their relentless work while Tona is unconscious, suspended by the many chains that hold her body in place. So the same procedure was done on the restraints for the upper body, the metal bands that that squeezed out Tona\u0027s large breasts, the multiple handcuffs that fixed her hands high on her back, the bands that kept the gag in place and irritated her throat. Also the metal bands holding the cruel metal dildo inserted into her private parts. One after the other, the holes in the restraints got welded together with bright sparks. When Tona wakes up, she will know she cannot use her hands ever again, nor will she speak any words. She will not be allowed to wear clothes. Her body forever imprisoned in a cage of humiliating slavery. After completing Tona\u0027s restraints, the servants walked over to Lillithira\u0027s side. Their first task were to attach her lower legs and ankles to the rear of the saddle by a massive yoke.

They insert rivets in each hole one by one, after first having removed the clasps. Lillithira watch with her eyes wide in horror as the tip of the charcoal is applied. Her three holes tender, by the metal rods. There is no respite even for a brief moment from the frustration and intense pressure of the situation. If they weld her shackles together in this state, she will be stuck on the central rod that poke up in her vulva. A giant castigation tool piercing she and her will be unable to get out of the saddle again. The assistant gradually moves the fire poker closer to the rivet. “Uggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg!” Lillithira scream desperate words of rejection in her mind. The saddle digs harder into her crotch, with her urethra and anus tightly plugged with metal. If the fire poker came in contact with her at this point, her body would no longer be able to even defecate freely. “Please! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it, eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” But Lillithira\u0027s cries are silent, unable to speak they are only in her mind, and the coal and fire poker combines. \u0027Thump!\u0027 Sparks and white smoke rose and the hole was closed, and the shackles became one with the saddle.

From now on, Lillithira will never again be able to walk on her own feet. It will be up to Tona to go wherever she is allowed. While Lillithira will be posed on the saddle, a saddle that eternally will be biting into her crotch. Pinching and constantly pushing to the three metal rods into her body. “I must have to live with this! No, I cannot, this is unbearable. Oh, no! No! Ah, ah, ah! No! No, no, no, no, no!!! Noooooo! \" Tears flow ceaselessly from her eyes, while her chilling screams echo in the deep dungeon.

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