Returning to Ikaatan hadn’t exactly been part of Artema’s plans of her semi-retirement with Lanala but there was always training to be done. She had to keep her escape skills sharp, after all. She practiced every level she had put into regular training with the Order and made some of the others practice but most of them had returned to their separate ways. The only ones left in the Order’s HQ at that moment were Artema, Lanala, and Elyn. And ever since she started escape training again, Elyn had been begging Artema to put her into what Artema had deemed the highest level, Level Six.

There were five levels, originally, but Level Six was based on how Artema had been restrained by Jhana within her secret prison. She had still not managed to escape from those chains. But Elyn was desperate just to play around in it. Artema refused, citing Elyn’s lack of training skill and the fact the ‘fooled around’ and refused to escape even Level One.

But, after days of begging and pleading, Artema finally had enough. With a heavy sigh, she relented.

“How long?” she asked.

“Wait... really!?” Elyn said, practically jumping up and down in excitement.

“Yes... How long do you want to... practice?” Artema asked.

“Um... how about five hours? You could even have a break from me and leave me alone during that time.”

“Goddess knows I could use a break...” Artema said. “All right. Get changed into your battlemage uniform and meet me by the training cell. Be there in ten minutes or you can forget the whole thing.”

“I’ll be there with bells on! Thank you, Artema!”

“Yeah yeah, just go get yourself ready. I don’t have all day.”

Elyn skipped down the hall to her quarters and Artema just rolled her eyes. Changing into her usual uniform, which covered the bare minimum of her body and showed off a great deal of her toned muscles, shapely curved and beautiful ivory skin, Elyn cleaned up her short, thick orange hair and stared deep into her own soft red eyes for a few minutes. Finally, after psyching herself up, she was ready for the heavy restraint that came with Level Six.

It took Artema quite some time to get Elyn into everything. It was a lot of chains and steel she was about to put Elyn into. All of the restraints together must have weighed nearly a hundred pounds. Elyn would certainly get a workout struggling in it.

First she slid Elyn’s arms into a tough armbinder, tightening the straps around Elyn’s shoulders. The leather was reinforced with steel plating to prevent stretching and trapped Elyn’s arms behind her back extremely tightly.

With Elyn’s chest jutting out from the position of the armbinder, Artema continued on by placed heavy locks on the buckles of the armbinder straps. Artema’s next step was locking Elyn’s ankles together in tough, hinged steel shackles that held her legs together only centimetres apart. The fire mage couldn’t help the smile that played at her lips as she knew she was already helpless and Artema wasn’t even close to finished yet.

Four more pairs of wider shackles locked Elyn’s legs together at the calves, above and below the knees and then higher up on her shapely, elegant thighs. Artema continued, wrapping a heavy chain around Elyn’s waist and pinning the armbinder to her back, locking it in place with another heavy, iron lock.

Two more chains wrapped around Elyn’s arms and torso and perfectly framed her breasts, much to her delight.

“Oooh... that looks amazing...” Elyn said.

Artema sighed. “Just... try to sit still please...”

With her arms fully locked into the armbinder and chains, Artema moved on to the huge, restrictive gag. Elyn was all to eager to open her mouth and accept the huge rubber ball to fill it. It was a muzzle gag, trapping Elyn’s head around her forehead, under her chin and fusing her jaw shut, and on either side of the bridge of her nose. The muzzle was also made of pure steel, locking around Elyn’s head like a sort of helmet or cage. The metal panel that held the rubber ball in her mouth covered the entire lower half of Elyn’s face and under her jaw. And Artema still was not finished.

A thick collar, padded but also made of steel, fitted tightly around Elyn’s neck and held it in place like a brace. She couldn’t turn her head or even look up or down. Finally completely restrained, Artema sighed.

“Now comes the hard part...” she said.

She locked a length of chain into a metal loop on the top of Elyn’s gag, resting right on top of her head. With her massive strength, Artema was able to handle Elyn’s weight with ease and hold her up in the air with one arm while threading the other end of the chain through a steel loop anchored in the ceiling.

Artema had to let go of Elyn and grip the chain tightly to hold her suspended, off the ground in mid-air. She further anchored the chain to another loop on the back wall of training cell, locking that in place. Elyn giggled as she swung back and forth from the ceiling but Artema still was not finished.

Another chain was locked on to the one around Elyn’s waist and pulled up tight to the anchoring point on the ceiling. This helped take some stress off Elyn’s head and neck and further supported her weight. One final chain was used to wrap around Elyn’s ankle shackles and full taut to the floor, anchoring there into another steel loop.

Suspended in mid-air, locked in place and not even able to swing herself back and forth, Elyn was now fully restrained in Level Six of escape training.

Artema stood back to admire her handiwork and listened to Elyn’s delighted, muffled squeals as she struggled and rattle the chains, barely able to move in the slightest.

“There. Struggle away to your hearts content. I think I’ll get Lanala to tie me up and let me meditate in peace for a while in the Quiet Room. See you in five hours.”

“Hmm hmmm...” Elyn said, struggling as hard as she could as Artema left her hanging inside the training cell.

When the iron door was closed and locked behind her, Elyn was now totally trapped and she had such a rush of adrenaline. Her excited moans and whimpers were barely audible against the rattling chains and the massive gag in and around her mouth.

“MMMMPPPHHH!!” she screamed, testing its effectiveness. Her voice was hardly a whisper. She shivered a bit in her excitement, knowing that no one could hear her cries...

So this is how Artema felt in Jhana’s prison... this is hot! Elyn thought to herself. She tried kicking and bucking her legs, flexing her arms, trying to move any part of her body but all she could do was wriggle back and forth and she moaned louder.

Oh wow... I can barely move... And I only get five hours? Oh Goddess, I want to live like this!

Her struggles continued until she ran out of breath and she started to sweat a bit from the effort. All that steel and iron really weighed her down and she really couldn’t struggle for long. Elyn was strong and athletic, flexible, nimble, and her well toned muscles showed that off. But the sheer weight of her restraints was just too much to fight. She had no hope of escape, even if she wanted to. Just the way I like it thought Elyn.

Over the next few hours, Elyn tried everything she could to move any part of her body. Inside the armbinder, she could just barely wriggle her fingers but there was no single part of her on all her joints and limbs that she could possible move. Elyn was just one big mass in all that metal, partly spinning in place against the chains that held her in place, only to snap back to the centre and squeal with delight.

Part of her hoped Artema never returned but the leader of the Order would never do that. She would never go back on her word. But, until then, the helpless fire mage would struggle and scream and feel the weight of all that steel, utterly restrained and silenced by the highest level of escape training not even an accomplished escape artist like Artema could escape. She only wished Aurora were there in that moment to add to it by blindfolding her or adding in a whip or riding crop...

But her girlfriend had been busy lately. Of course, they still played their bondage games every night but when Elyn heard Artema was back in Ikaatan and what she was trying she had such a craving to try it herself. And, now that she had tried Level Six... she knew she wouldn’t regret it.

With a satisfied sigh, Elyn let herself relax in her restraints for the moment, falling limp and simply feeling the tightness of the leather and steel. She closed her eyes, lost in her bliss, and sighed deep again. What a ride...

“Mmmmmmppphhh....”