It was a beautiful day, the Sun shining trough the trees. There! A knight on horseback comes riding through the forest. A squire walks ahead, holding the reins of the horse. I could see glimpses of him through the trees. From watching the profile, against the Sun, this might have been true, or one might have thought so. But a knight and a squire, it was not.

Every time the horse took a step forward with its legs, shivering and jerking, stumbling on the hooves. There was a sound of chains. If one looked closely, one could see that the legs were fitted with large metal fetters.

Thick chains were running between her front and rear legs. She would not be able to run at all, with all those chains. In addition, the front legs had been fitted with a metal shoe, the heel sharp as a needle. Those painful shoes, combined with the fetters, make the gait unsteady and wobbly with every step. These seemed to be hammered into her hooves with iron studs and held in place like stirrups. She was forced to walk on her toes, trembling with every step.

On the horse\u0027s back sat a beautiful human figure. The one on the saddle was not a knight. She was a prisoner. Though wearing a kind of armor, as she is clad in metal, but nothing underneath she is wearing only armor. This woman body all exposed and naked. Her breasts squeezed out by the metal contraptions running around her upper body, no means at all to cover herself.

Her hands are fettered tightly behind her back. So it\u0027s not any kind of armor is wearing. It\u0027s a severe restraint that blocks her every movement. Not a knight, but more than a slave. The miserable appearance is like a statement of humiliation in itself, sitting high up on a horse to expose the naked body.

So the the rags-and tatters man walking before them must be their Master. He is not holding regular reins that usually would be used to pull a horse, but chains that are attached to the slaves that bind them. The two women let out a high-pitched scream as their master pulled on the reins.

Knowing the reputation of the two forest guardians Tona and Lillithira it was hard to imagine that this was the two witch warriors who who had been so feared by their enemies.

There was something odd about their fetters, and indeed, the locks and clasps that usually would have been seen, simply are not there. Instead, the collars, manacles and body restraints as well as the shackles that are attached to the saddle at various points at first looked as if they had been forged in place. But then I could see the weld marks. Tona\u0027s muffled scream rose again. I looked at the reins that the Master held, and they did not go to any part of her harness, but seemed to lead to Tona\u0027s chest. At the tip of each of Tona\u0027s large breasts, there was a glint of metal reflecting the sunlight of the forest.

Looking closer rather thick rings could be seen, but also , pins was inserted from all sides, this made her nipples stand our lewdly. While the nipples might be considered to be adorned, this was also a means to make her compliant to her Master. Since it was part or a restraining arrangement. In the center of the chest, a metal band split the left and right breast in a bolstering manner. It was threaded through, with a U-shaped fitting in the middle of it. Wires were threaded through the piercing ring and to a loop, creating a ring in the middle of her chest. When the Master pulled on the reins, the looped cord would shrink and the piercing would be pulled to the center, causing her to suffer. On top of that, if the ring closed completely and the left and right rings made contact, they produce a strong shock. It\u0027s a cruel contraption that incorporates the tetragram which is incorporated into the metal, a technology of the divine city. Normally, this would require spell oil to activate, but with that decorative piercing into the witch\u0027s flesh, the power can boil up from within in any number of ways.

Tona\u0027s lower body is much stronger than an average human, even when she is collared. She might be able to pull her handler down in a contest of strength. In fact, that was what happened the first time the Master had tried to get her to walk, then the reins was put on her collar, but she hated it so badly that she never even tried to move. After a short time of such disobedience, the Master decided to add this to get better control. Now all he had to do was pull lightly with his fingertips. Tona screams desperate each she is given such a shock and soon started to him properly.

When she walks the sound of bells can be heard. She has four small breasts underneath on her horse body, but also those have piercings attached. Bells hanging by their weight toward the ground. Every time she takes a step. They sway and bump into each other. A metallic sound that is in sharp contrast to the silence of the forest that echoes far around. It must be one device used to prevent escape.

And every time Tona stumble, desperately trying to keep up with the Master. A painful gasp, like an echo or a moan can be heard from her back as well, mingling with the sound of the bell. Lillithira straddle the metal saddle attached to Tona\u0027s back, the saddle shaped at a sharp angle, as if to give her a very unusual seat. But If one look closely at that saddle, you can see that the protrusions are digging deep into her.

The saddle bobs up and down each time Tona stumbles, thrusting Lillithira\u0027s body up and down so hard that she is leaking cum and urine. As if to match the rhythm of her steps, a small scream or a whimper come from her gagged mouth, eternally dripping saliva. Her thighs are fitted with thick fetters, which are tightly fastened to the sides of the saddle. No matter how hard her body shooks, the fetters prevents her from falling out of the saddle. Metal contraptions cover her from thighs to her waist.

On top of that, her ankles are anchored to the back of the saddle, which makes it a tough and marred posture. When one ride a horse, usually have to put foot over the stirrups to keep your balance. But she can\u0027t even do that. Only by clamping the saddle between her thighs can she get her body to sway. “Mmmm...ugh...ugh.” However, the more she tries to keep herself from sitting down, the stronger the metal rod that penetrates the body will punish her. And she cannot endure this for long, being caught between pain and pleasure, and her sound of anguish can be heard. If the Tona could walk quietly, though, her pain might be eased a bit. A metal gag in their mouths show that it is forbidden for them to speak or communicate in any way. They are utterly unable to remove those gags. What can they do? All I can think of is that she would stare at her partner\u0027s back with pleading eyes.

Their hands are severely restrained and fixed in place. I could understand what a severe control they had been subjected to, never be allowed to use their hands again. There are several parts of the contraption that bind Tona and Lillithira\u0027s bodies together. On the back of the metal costume that held Lillithira\u0027s body in place, there were a bow fastened to her back. It looks elegant but has been remade into is an instrument of humiliation and pain.

The bow is strung, but not in the way a normal string that connect like a normal bow. At the tips of her breasts, also she got ring-shaped piercings attached to the nipples of her breasts. The string has been fitted to the horns of Tona by passing through each side of the bow. Therefore, her breasts are held in place by the taut strings, and also being constantly squeezed.

Every time Tona moves her head. Her nipples will be pulled harshly, and Lillithira will respond with a resentful cry. So Tona is not able to turn her head to see her partner. As she bounces and swing in the saddle that cause her such intense pain.

The restraints the two of them wear have multiple mechanisms in place to prevent their escape, and the bow is just one among many. The bow will get in the way if they attempt to go through narrow paths in the forest. So there will be no hiding among the trees, and they could only use wide, trampled paths. But even on such a wide path, there are many branches and twigs. Each time an overhanging branch drapes over the string, Lillithira lets out a small scream. She might shake her head in disgust, but the string will gradually be stretched tighter and tighter The bow bends down. And the moment the bow flexes again, the string is plucked. She will be screaming a lot.

In addition, Tona constantly feel ashamed for all the pain and suffering she cause for Lillithira. There was one more thing.Tona\u0027s muzzle comes with a bridle like the one used on a riding horse. But since Lillithira is not allowed to to use her hands. The reins go to the weakest and most sensitive part and are connected to the woman’s clitoris. It has been enlarged and brought out, so it no longer can be pulled in between the lips of the crotch, and then pierced with a ring. There’s absolutely nothing Lillithira can do to dislodge it. Just the slightest movement by Tona’s head will force her to endure the pain. I could imagine how she would clench her teeth, and scream so hard that it push the ball that is jammed in the ball in the back of her throat is pushed forward. So with the three strings connected to her nipples and clitoris, each time Tona writhe or move with intense emotions or despair, these reins must convey unbearable sensations for Lillithira.

If she could shift her body position forward, that pain would be eased a little. Yet she’s held in place by three projections that hold her body in place. If she could bend forward, she would be free from the pain of her nipple-pulling, maybe. But the restraints attached to her body wouldn\u0027t allow it. One part have a special shape. At the center of Lilisila\u0027s metal costume is a stick passing from the collar to the lower abdomen. The tip is molded into the shape of an arrow point, just above her clitoris. It is fixed. If she bends forward more than she is allowed, the arrowhead will sting her clitoris. She is terrified that this might happen and constantly avoid any posture that might cause this. Furthermore, if she relaxes her legs or thighs, her body sinks down. And the rods of the saddle would dig deep into her anus and pushed up her vagina, at the same time as the blade of the arrowhead would poke down. So every time she relaxes or feels her legs weaken, she panics. She will then tighten her legs back together and clutch desperately with the vagina on the metal rod that stick up inside herself.

There is another piece that force her into a painful position. It is located behind the collar. Connected metal rods lead up from the butt of Tona\u0027s horse\u0027s body like a tail. Here a metal punishment device is propped up. It penetrate deep inside Tona’s anus with a clasp that could never come loose. The structure is connected to the harness, and Lillithira\u0027s collar is in turn attached to Tona’s anus gear. Because these are connected, their movements are linked to each other. If Lillithira would bend forward, the movement will push in the contraption in the anus and painfully extend Tona\u0027s belly. By this connection, every time Lillithira writhes, also Tona will be in pain.

On the other hand, if Tona exerted all her strength to endure this torment. The strong horse muscles could pull the punishment device inward. The anal apparatus would then pull Lillithira\u0027s collar until she leans backward. As a horse is much stronger than any human, Lillithira would be unable to resist. Her body would be pulled down to a position where she ends up nearly on her back, with her head between her feet.

It might be so that Tona’s ability to endure her pain is most closely connected to the one Lillithira endure on her back. Since they are not allowed to talk, a misunderstanding might develop soon enough, perhaps it already have happened. And they accuse each other for the torment they have to endure. For example when Lillithira taste the intense pain as her nipples are pulled to the limit. She has no choice but to wait for Tona to relax her stomach. But as she’s fixed in that posture she might wait until after that to retaliate. The cause for most distress for Tona is the metal band fitted around her waist that got a metal sheath that cover her crotch and lower abdomen. There was a hole over her private parts that was supposed to be hidden, and which got a a thick metal rod sticking out of it. From the part that jutted outward, she has found that it had penetrated deep into her. Its easy to see it. The area buried inside is much thicker than the holes in the metal strip. This cannot be pulled out unless the metal band is removed. However, the metal band that covers the crotch is integral to the horse\u0027s restraints. It cannot be removed.

This is why Tona is forced to walk with a foreign object constantly propped up deep in her womb. When she walks in such a state, every step she takes will be met with a powerful stimulus that will continue to torture her. But her metal rod has an even more cruel trick added to it. Thick metal fetters are fitted to her thighs, and a connecting rod is threaded between the left and right fetters, but it juts out from between her legs. The metal rods are connected to those connecting rods in a way that makes them intersect. Each time she thrusts a leg forward, the connecting rod change the tilt from side to side. The movement rotates the punishment tool, which is connected to the deepest part of her intimates, and will move right, left, and so on. Every time Tona took a step forward, the depths of her belly is stirred violently, causing her knees to buckle and shudder, and moans of agony floods her mouth. And when the stimulation finally became too much for her to bear, she cannot keep her body from collapsing. She continues to writhe in agony, clenching her teeth and shaking her hair as she tries to endure with all the strength in her body. Such movements cause intense torment to Lillithira.

Between every walk in the forest Lillithira gets fed. The plug in the center of her mouth gag is removed and a mushy liquid is poured. This is the only meal she is given, and is a gruel made from strangely smelling oil mixed with faintly sweet and bitter herbs. Every time it is poured into her mouth, she pushes the ball in her throat forward to drink the mushy liquid trough the narrow gap. If she spits anything out she will receive a severe punishment.

As Tona continued her walk, Lillithira began to be tormented by a searing need to defecate. When it is less urgent she could manage to endure it, but after a time, the amount builds up, and she writhe with unbearable frustration and begin to breathe heavily. She can\u0027t wait to get it out of the body, and the feeling makes her head feel like it\u0027s going to explode. However, the two projections is blocking the exits from the urethra and anus, she is forbidden to defecate freely.

The protrusion in her rear has a hollow structure inside, but it got a valve that never allowed her to relieve herself, no matter how much he try, the contents would never leak out. The only way to open the valve is to pull the metal ring hanging from the back of the saddle. But her hands are fixed so high on her back that she couldn\u0027t even touch it.

Even if She tried to turn her body backwards in pain, the metal rod keep the body firmly anchored in the shrimping position. She would never be able to reach that far out of the way. Her only chance is to get Tona distracted in the emotions between pain and pleasure. Lillithira\u0027s collar tightened as Tona moaned and writhed against the stimulation. The collar bites into her neck so hard she can\u0027t breathe, and she thinks her nipples are going to tear off in pain. She continues to explore the metal ring, moving her crippled fingertips frantically. And only then is she able to hook her fingertips to the ring with the valve release. She have conquered the right to excrete.

She was able to find the strength as her belly endured the most intense torment. The contents are slowly expelled from the narrow tube. At this point, she lets go from the pleasure of finally being freed from the pain, the difficulty of breathing and the squeezed nipples and the pain in the clitoris combined, her face an intense mixture of pain and pleasure. Feelings that combine into a roar in her head. Once her defecation was complete, it flowed through the plumbing to the next location. The saddle that hold her prisoner is equipped with three pipes that go down between her legs. One go from her anus, through the horse\u0027s back to Tona\u0027s anus and connects there. The plumbing connected to the urethra also runs backwards through the left side of the saddle and also ends up inside Tona\u0027s belly. The only pipe that is connected to her privates is connected to their reservoir for drinking water on the right side of the saddle. The intense irritant discharged from Lillithira flows through the pipes to Tonah\u0027s anus and is poured into her interior through a huge anal plug the size of a human arm. The contents that had been tormenting Lillithira for so long now flow into Tona\u0027s belly. Now it is her turn to writhe in pain. But Tona\u0027s anal plug cannot be removed. There is a small outlet attached to it, but it is locked. Seldom does the Master use it to relieve her of this pain. Most of these liquids that flowed into Tona\u0027s stomach would be reabsorbed into Tona\u0027s body over a long period of time. Eventually, it turns into a high-purity, concentrated fluid that accumulates in two parts of her body. One is her bladder, and the other in the witching womb.

Tona\u0027s private parts were a reservoir always overflowing with fluids, but these fluids rarely leaked out. Some was stored in a jug container that went from the lower abdomen through a pipe inside her metal belt. When it is time to empty this vessel a pin at the top is removed, the container is tilted, and the contents can be removed. A single tube jutted out of the jug and hung down to her ankle. A weight was attached to the end of it. The tube had been secured inside the bladder and it was impossible to pull it out. it was connected to Tona\u0027s clitoris at one point in the middle via pierced ring trough her nubbin. So most of the load of the heavy fall fell on her clitoris.

With every step, this heavy pendant keeps rocking back and forth, tugging at her clitoris through the tube. This heavy pendant is shaped like a male sex organ with a small hole at the tip. But the hole had been made so small that only drops of urine could escape from it, and only when she is moving. This weight swings back and forth and from side to side every time she advances her leg, and the clitoris is just barely drawn down. This is an instrument of condemnation for her, restricting her movement. It was also to prevent her from running away. If she tried to run, the weight would hit her ankle with a thud. The tube would recoil and she will end up in terrible pain. Suppose, that she in some way, could remove the leg chains, as long as she got these hanging weights, running, simply would not be possible.

But there is no other way to expel the urine out of her body. So when the bladder approaches its limit it will get so uncomfortable and painful that she deliberately start to walk with the weight hitting her legs. As her feet wobbles with the pain and the pleasure it gives her at the same time, her breathing and writhing became more and more violent, and her sensual hums became louder and and higher, laced with pain. Even Lillithira, who is pinned to its back, could not help but feel the intensity of Tona\u0027s movements as the body is rocked to and from, and the three areas connected to her body gets violently tortured. Her gasps grow louder and louder. Finally, the metal rod in her womb begins to vibrate so violently that she will be screaming. They both let out a high-pitched scream of anguish as their bodies spasm together.

When they have finished their walk, they are placed in a cage that had been specially prepared for them. In the middle of the room is a large T-shaped pillar, and at the top of the head near the ceiling, a rod juts out to the side. There a chain hangs from a sliding ring. The reins are tied to the ring and the pillar rotates which force them to walk. The farther that ring is positioned outside the room, the faster they must walk.

In the beginning, they had forced to walk through their prison at a ruthlessly slow speed. That alone was enough to make them both scream at the discomfort caused by their own movements. During the first time she would be crying to the Master asking for forgiveness. But as time passed their Master began to take the two women out of the underground prison.

For a while, the Master pulled the reins himself and examined the liquid draining from the two women. When he was satisfied, their walk was left to one stable attendant. The distance of their agonizing walk grew longer and longer every day, and now she was forced to walk in the woods for nearly half a day. She scream and gasp and climaxes over and over again, spraying the forest with drops. When the exercise is done, it\u0027s returned to its cage and the reins are reattached to its walking apparatus. The length of the dangling chain is changed on a whim, but when the reins are at their shortest Tona cannot even bend over, and her piercing will be taut to the limit. It was enough to make her constantly blame him. And even when they were both falling asleep. The pillar would begin to rotate relentlessly, sometimes the ring changed position randomly and not stopping for hours.

After they walked, they were like footprints, dripping arousal fluids on the ground. The tail wags, a testament to the shame the two of them feel as they are walked down that road. Even if they were allowed to walk free, and no matter how far they try to escape. But the scent of their arousal fluids, could easily help dogs trace them to their location.

\"It is true that the womb of a a witch is an abyss ah ...... But on their own the witch is a magical beast completely unable to achieve this kind of concentration and freshness.\" The Master muttered as he inspected the soil was covered by liquid droplets the two witches had expelled. These drops had all the effective power the Master had hoped for.

The path the two was forced to travel was over time soaked with this forced necromancy, which in turn caused a spell barrier with the power to drive humans away, and this power was growing every day. Eventually creating a place that could not be found even if one knew what to look for. This area grew as they walked, and now this corner of the forest has become an area that no one can enter without the Masters permission. The residents of the settlement and the other forest guardians had organized many searcher to find the two witches who had been missing for a long time, but for some reason, no trace of them could be found.

The pain they felt and the effect this had on the soil would soon be different if the owner changed the spell oil they were fed. New plants had started to grow. In a short while, this area would become a garden with herbs according to the Master\u0027s wish. By the passing days, the power of the nucleus in their belly gradually opened and grew stronger as their misery continued to release powerful spells deep into the womb, and they expelled even more of the liquid. As their power increased, the two witches grew stronger, their flesh taking a new direction, different from the destiny of humans to reach an existence where they would never age and remain forever youthful.

Although they were unable to exert this power themselves. They had now become nothing more than tools that merely lived trough the power in the depths of their wombs. Merely existing to please and provide for their Master. This as the two beautiful young witches kept completely naked and exposed, their most private parts exposed and molested, fettered with unescapable bonds. Even their insides of their bodies has been turned and warped by humiliating devices that kept them eternally in thrall.

From time to time the Master checked the jugs both had been provided with, these got filled by their juices. One day, the master found a odd pellet deposited in one of them. It had was hard as a shard of metal, but resembled a seed from a plant. This was a creature with a life of its own. The Master was delighted over this sign of progress, and he immediately put the shard away in the species container where he kept the previous ones.

This were the first time one object of this kind had appeared from their bodies. A change brought to their bodies, as they were kept in this abnormal state. Lillithira remembered that the Master once had asked them a question. \"Have you heard about the monster known as the Witch devourer?\" So one evening, after they had been tied to the walking device for the night, he started to tell them more about the reasons they had been imprisoned in such a cruel and callous way. \"In your wombs there\u0027s a seed planted by a God, and a witch is the guardian of this plant. The witch devourer is a blight that get attracted to this seed. The magical interaction between the seed and these pests eventually might become a long, painful and bitter struggle for the woman who become a medium. But right there, in the very center of this vortex, a small piece from the God sometime is passed down from the woman\u0027s womb. This can be a blessed exchange of knowledge and godlike power. Now what happens if we keep the seed inside the witch continuously stimulated? The blight get attracted and fills the womb with the bugs, the flesh dancing a tune full of shame and anguish? Yes, that\u0027s it. Eventually it will result in a shard of Orinim.\"

The two females could of course no longer ask the Master any questions, but they now understood that the shard that had resembled a seed indeed was this Orinim. All their anguish and torture had been a means to harvest this sought over substance from their wombs. In order to obtain it from the womb, the Lord has punished them so much. And that their torment will continue, unless they find an escape the hand of their cruel greedy Master.

And thus was the story how the two young witches were taken captive by a terrible witch captor. Forced to live in disgrace as slawitches. When their Master leaves this land to move elsewhere, they will be brought along inside the dungeon, and brought to other lands. A never ending journey of lust and misery await them both. The two of them dream of a day when they will be freed from this torment, until then Tona keeps walking. But that day may never come.

Nghhhhhhhhh! Please, somebody! Somebody help...! Free us from this torture!

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