A rhythmic beating sound could be heard in the distance echoing down the long tunnel leading to the dungeon. Tireless against the anvil, like a clock measuring the time. Even though they were unable to tell the time in their underground prison, they both sensed the time must be past nightfall. Trough the inspection hole in the prison door, the two fettered females noted a glimpse of red light of molten metal reflected at the end of the aisle, where also a lone guard with a white mask loomed next to the door.

Inside Tona was wobbling from fatigue and drowsiness. But she had to remain standing, every time she leaned back, the chains got taut and Lillithira would moan. Hearing the sound, Tona hurriedly straightened her posture to its original position. The two couldn\u0027t allow themselves to fall asleep, they started to jerk in their chains repeatedly when fatigue overtook their senses. Tona tried her best holding still. While Lillithira who sat on Tona\u0027s back tried to concentrate on sitting erect, not giving her mind no time to rest.

Lillithira had done several attempts of activating the Hex by twisting her fettered arms around to touch the mark on her belly, but after realising it was impossible, so instead she tried to recite the long verses from memory. But the gag and collar disrupted her breathing and the blood flow to her head, while the muzzle kept her constantly short of breath, no matter how much she tried, the mark on her abdomen would not respond. They remained in their fettered plight, as the sound of beating iron echoed all night long, and it wasn\u0027t until the next day at noon that it finally stopped. By this time they had reached the end of their energies and were on the verge of collapsing. A small puddle had formed on the floor. It wasn\u0027t sweat, but rather Lillithira, who had left the pool as she had been strangled many times during the long torment. She must have been released her bladder in desperation, thought Tona.

The Master approached from the far end of the aisle with a tapping sound from his staff, and eventually the heavy door was opened. They slowly raised their gaze and turned to the Master. They thought they were finally going to be released from their torment. \"Ah-umm!\" The two women mumbled in their gags, in an attempt to ask for release but all what could be heard from their plugged mouths were whimpering sounds, as if they were humble slaves begging for forgiveness. Their previous aura of noble warriors had been lost. Now their dishevelled and sweaty hair was sticking to their faces. With tears in their eyes, they look up with an expectation to be released in their exhausted faces.

Their faces turned into agitation and anxiety as they noted the masked servants enter the room, one by one, carrying metal tools. Tools that were unusually massive and intricately shaped for simply binding a captive. The more they saw, the more their faces turned to despair. Iron rings of various sizes, metal bars, bows and pointed spikes, strings that appeared to be of woven metal and a multiple of small bells. The largest piece was a huge saddle-shaped apparatus with pipes pointing up along the seat, but also several large and small projections on the side. Though they did not understand the purpose of each detail, it was all to obvious to them that these items were elaborate fetters intended to confine the female body, and they were distressed by the thought that they were the victims. \u0027Ah ummmm!\u0027 Alarmed, they tried to appeal to the Master for mercy with terror in their eyes. The Master took notice and spoke to them in quiet voice. “Why are you doing this to me, is that what you want to say? It is. For two reasons. Firstly, it\u0027s a lesson from the past.” Now the Master turned to a servant standing beside him and quoted the name and page of a book. With a contrived voice the servant started to recite the passage aloud, verse by verse, in an emotionless tone.

\"..... As documented in the report, it often happens that a witch exerts her power by chance in a state of heightened concentration or under strong impulse to attack. This could result in human casualties. In the process of capturing and restraining a witch, casualties have been high. After the witch has been successfully restrained, a risk still linger and new casualties may occur due to a renewed outburst of the witch power. So the manner in which to safely restrain a powerful witch for a long period of time, further measures must be found than what simply would be considered adequate in restraining a human being. The longer you hold a powerful witch in custody, the greater the risk of an outburst. We need to take steps to reduce that risk. Not only to restrain the body, but it also restricts breathing and blood flow and inhibits concentration. And it is not only the physical load that needs to be taken care of, but also the mental aspect. The brutal experiments that have caused so many accidents should be abolished. Instead of inflicting intense pain on witches, we must find ways to lower their self-esteem so that they do not exhibit aggression. Quote from Witch\u0027s Lose Authority\"

\"This ummm, was from a book written in a time when people still were thinking hard about how to manage captured witches.\" After that explanation, the Master noticed the puddle at their feet. He scooped up a sample with his fingers and rubbed them together. “It\u0027s a nice color, not too muddy. Though this cursed egg yoke has a strange texture. There\u0027s some mystic liquid mixed in with it. So she seem to have attempted to summon the power several times.\" He watched his fingers carefully. \"I\u0027m looking forward to see what kind of Orinim we eventually will get from the nucleus here.\" He poked with his wand in the puddle, but the end did not hit the floor but went down as if the liquid somehow was deep and sucked down the end with an unknown force. \"I want to take you to another level witch. But, after all this hard work and preparations I must be diligent so that you\u0027re not given any means to escape either. \" After saying this, the Master gave a signal and the attendants slowly made their way over to Tona\u0027s. She let out a small scream trough her gag and stared with trepidation on the restraints they brought.

The comparably simple shackles that had been used until was unlocked and exchanged. Those were replaced by wide fetters that latched onto her arms tight as if they were sucking on her skin. As the restraints had been designed to match her body perfectly. The small gap the previous fetters had was now gone, arms folded over each other and cuffed tightly on her back. She couldn\u0027t use her arms at all. Next, a device that looked like a giant birdcage was placed on her upper body, this had two metal bands running around each of her breasts. Then the servants tightened the bands gradually until her large ample breasts were pushed lewdly. Step by step the tightness was increased. Finally, with a teasing emphasis, the contraption was rimmed with metal hardware and fitted with clasps to hold them in place. Painfully tight at the base, her breasts became flaccid and hot and her nipples started to get erect. Thus exposing and accentuating her female forms much more than if she had been just naked.

Multiple manacles were fitted to her arms who were folded tightly on her back. And a metal band was fastened around her body so that both hands pressed into the body and could not be moved the slightest. Tona was fitted with one thick prismatic collar around her slender neck. She recognized the shape. It was apparently the tip of her mallet that had been reforged. Was this done to suit the Masters sense of beauty? Or meant to insult her? Her neck got completely cocooned by thick metal around her neck, and his even though it hadn\u0027t been fully closed yet. The intense pressure around her neck alone was enough to make her choke. But the aides continued to slowly push the collar from both sides to close the gap. When the ends met, it was suffocating, as if the fingers of iron constantly kept a tight grip around her neck. \u0027My face burning and I can\u0027t breathe.\u0027 Tona thought to herself. “Breathe softly.” The Master said quietly when he noted Tona\u0027s was panic. She did as she was told, breathing shallow breath with a hissing sound. \u0027I can get some air down my throat. But I am short of breath.\u0027 She tried to breathe in but choked again. \u0027Only slightly at a time, I can\u0027t breathe. As long as I have to wear this collar, I will be constantly near suffocation. Could this be to keep me calm and docile not allowed to rebel?\u0027. The attendants inserted a locking clasp into a hole where the halves met, secured the collar in place. And this was only the beginning, and Tona already felt this were too tight to endure. Even so there were still a pile of equipment that has not been fitted. She writhed violently against the relentlessness assault, her squeezed breasts swayed with every movement of her body.

A couple of the servants now turned their attention Lillithira, who had been staring at the process with trepidation. She let out a small scream. After seeing the humiliating spectacle that had just taken place in front of her, she knew that her body were about to be mangled in the same manner. The servants picked up the next set of items and walked up to the female prisoners to continue their work.

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