As Luna thinks quickly, she realizes that she needs to prioritize stopping the glove from releasing sunlight again. She moves her groin and ass down as much as she can, trying to limit the glove's movement and prevent it from triggering another wave of sunlight.

This movement causes the minions to pause, momentarily confused by Luna's sudden shift in position. The Iron Claw, however, seems to sense an opportunity and takes a step closer to Luna, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Ah, you think you can stop the game, little one?" he says, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "But you're just making it more interesting."

The Iron Claw's words are accompanied by a surge of pain from the lattice framework, which seems to be responding to Luna's movements. The spikes dig deeper into her skin, causing her to cry out in agony. She thinks she can hear a clicking sound after the Iron Claw had spoken.

Despite the pain, Luna remains focused on her goal. She knows that she needs to think quickly and come up with a plan to escape, or at least to gain some control over the situation.

As she looks around the room, Luna's eyes land on the shadows cast by the candles. She focuses on her spell book and thinks about which incantation might save her in this predicament.

And as she takes a breath, to avoid the penis slapping on her face, she then realises she hasn’t been gagged. How many other victims of these murderous cunts begged and pleaded for their lives while being abused like this. She started to plead for mercy and offering herself to the Iron Claw. She tries to be as sincere and submissive as possible, hoping the Iron Claw loosens his focus and becomes the puppet again as he did before.

“I'll do anything," she says, her voice trembling with feigned fear. "Just please, don't hurt me anymore. I'll pleasure you, Iron Claw, and your big strong men. I'll do whatever you want, just don't hurt me."

The Iron Claw and his minions exchange a look, seemingly taken aback by Luna's sudden willingness to submit. For a moment, they seem to be considering her offer, and Luna senses a glimmer of hope.

But then, the Iron Claw's expression twists into a cruel smile. "Ah, you think you can just offer yourself to us and we'll let you go?" he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're not that lucky, little one. We're just getting started."

The Iron Claw's words are accompanied by a surge of pain from the lattice framework, which seems to be responding to Luna's attempts to manipulate them. The spikes dig deeper into her skin, causing her to cry out in agony.

As she wonders about the magical properties of the framework, she notices the grunt at the corner of the table winching something. This gives her a clue that the framework might be more mechanical than magical, and that the winching mechanism might be the key to controlling the spikes as they dig in further into her skin. She can feel the blood now on her skin as they pierce her skin.

She gestures to two of the bandits to her hands, offering her touch to pleasure their penises. They happily get closer, and she grips their cocks, stroking and pulling while appearing to be as submissive to them, with her eyes being willing yet holding back the tears.

The Iron Claw watches the scene with interest, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "Ah, yes, she's a eager one, isn't she?" he says, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure.

As Luna continues to stroke the bandits' cocks, she tries to feel for any weaknesses in the framework. She knows that if she can just find a way to disable the winching mechanism, she might be able to escape.

But just as she is starting to feel hopeful, the Iron Claw speaks up again. "Enough," he says, his voice cold and commanding. "We'll see how much she can take."

The grunt at the corner of the table winches the mechanism again, and the spikes dig in even further. Luna cries out in agony, her body arching against the framework.

The Iron Claw laughs, clearly enjoying Luna's pain. "You see, my dear, the framework is designed to respond to your pleasure. The more you enjoy yourself, the more it will hurt you."

Luna now starts to plan her escape from the locked pincushion table, avoiding triggering the frameworks mechanical properties and getting the Iron Claw to shut the fuck up every time she thinks she’s getting somewhere. She can see the purple gleam that was his face is now starting to dissolve in the sweat coming from the top of his head. If he’s getting overheated, that may be something to exploit and turn purple head into a puppet again.

Luna starts to moan and using the pleasure aspect of the torture to increase the adrenaline through her system ignoring the pain from those damned spikes. The pain from her breasts, arms, belly and legs are going to catch up with her soon if she can’t pull this deception off.  

The Iron Claw and his minions seem to be buying into her act, and they start to get more and more excited. But Luna knows she needs to be careful not to overdo it, or she might trigger the framework's mechanical properties and make things worse.

As the Iron Claw continues to finger her, Luna can feel his control slipping away. She's confident that if she can just clamp her ass down, she can prevent the glove from moving and triggering the framework's mechanical properties.

Meanwhile, she's asking the other five bandits to see who can be the first to ejaculate on her face. She's opening her mouth and glancing up at them with a hungry expression, trying to make them think she's eager for their semen.

The bandits are clearly excited by this prospect, and they start to gather around her, their cocks in their hands. The Iron Claw, still under the control of the glove, is now fingering her anus, and Luna can feel his fingers moving in and out of her.

As the bandits start to masturbate, Luna carefully tries to feel for any weaknesses in the framework. She's looking for a way to disable the winching mechanism, or to find a loose spot in the restraints that she can use to her advantage.

The situation is intense and chaotic, with the bandits grunting and groaning as they approach orgasm. Luna's heart is racing, but she's focused on her goal: escape.

The Iron Claw delves his hand deeper into her pussy, she can feel the edge of the blades of that glove, they’ve not yet been releases but she is aware they could rip her apart any moment. The Wincher is holding on to the handle, waiting for the next command from the Iron Claw to turn the handle once more to cause some serious lacerations, though he has started to wank off with his other hand. Meanwhile the rest of the bandits are gathered around her face as she keeps her mouth open ready for their ejaculate.

Her smile gets wider as she feels the shadows now forming around her on the table.

Internally, Luna then felt the surge of anger and hatred course through her veins. She thought about all the innocent lives they had ruined, all the pain and suffering they had inflicted. She thought about her own body, broken and bleeding, and the humiliation she had endured at their hands.

A dark energy began to build inside her, fueled by her rage and her desire for revenge. She could feel her master's power stirring within her, urging her to unleash her full fury upon the bandits.

Luna's heart pounded in her chest as she raised her voice, the words spilling out of her like a curse:

"Your pitiful lives are forfeit, your souls now bound to my master's eternal darkness... Kyrethys!"

As Luna’s voice rose, the air around her grew colder for a split second, the shadows deepening and twisting into dark tendrils that reached out like living things. The candles on the walls flickered and died, plunging the room into darkness. The bandits' eyes widened in terror as they realized too late that they were no match for Luna's power."

And with that, she splits into a violent shadow explosion, that suddenly reappears by the door to the torture room. Her naked body is still wounded from the spikes but she is no longer bleeding. She feels the cool air on her skin that is coming from under the door and the shadows caress her. The room is delved into darkness as all of the candles have blown out.

She quietly casts a healing spell on her self and feels all the better for it. As she looks down at her body, she sees the marks of the spikes, the bruises and the cuts. She sees the way her skin is torn and battered, but she also sees the way her body is healing. The wounds are already starting to close, the skin knitting itself back together as her magic works to repair the damage. The room is silent except the sound of coughing and gurgling from the bandits who are still barely alive.

Luna grabs a candle, flint and steel to light the wick and then starts to see the effect of her devastation. As the darkness receded, Luna saw that the room was in shambles. The bandits' bodies were scattered across the floor, their limbs twisted at unnatural angles. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and sweat, and the sound of coughing and gurgling echoed through the silence. Luna's own body was still wounded, but she felt a sense of relief wash over her as she realized she was free. She took a deep breath, feeling the pain and exhaustion begin to recede.

The Iron Claw’s body has been completely shredded, his legs and lower torso have collapsed on the floor, the glove still on the table with some fragments of his hand left over.

The shadows around her are dancing around as she sees the winch operator who is still alive, coughing up blood, looking up at Luna with a mixture of fear and awe in his eyes. "You...you're a monster," he gasps, before collapsing onto the floor, motionless.

Luna takes a pair of manacles from the side of the room and chains the winch operator to the table, she then heals him to stop him from dying as she has questions which need answering.

She looks over at the other dead and dying bandits. The brute force hit them all in the groin, penises have been ripped off and she has a satisfied grin on her face. She kneels down to one that is still alive and whispers into his ear words that appear as smoke from her mouth that makes him suddenly have seizures, a trickle of blood coming from his nose. His eyes are wide open as Luna speaks more to him, creating the mental image of the eternal torture that’s about to become his reality after his passing.

Leaving the room, she becomes one with the shadows, exploring the disused inn. She takes stock of the inn and the surrounding area, it’s off a path that has been reclaimed by the forest. Dawn is starting to rise in the east and she works out the path back to her cottage.

As she searches the upstairs rooms, she finds a collection of dresses, jewellery and other personal items that belonged to other victims that had fallen foul of this place. Luna takes one of the dresses, a dark blue velvet dress that has had the buttons pulled off and puts it on. It gets lighter outside and she wanders back into the torture room, the winch operator is still lying there on the ground, his wrists still restrained to the table.

“Don’t move please” she says, the words float across in a dark cloud and stun the winch operator, his face feels as shocked as the previous bandit who died by her words. She looked over the various torture weapons, spikes, blades, clamps, devils pears and other items. As she holds one, she remarks to herself how clean the items are.

Just to make sure the winch operator isn’t going to move, she takes more of the cuffs and locks more of them on his wrists and ankles to make sure he is not moving anywhere.

She then takes a coin bag that feels heavy and seeing his penis is still flopping out of his breeches, she starts to toss the bag in her hand till she wanders back to him and with a harder toss into the air, moves her hand so it lands on his scrotum, squeezing his balls as they land with a hard thud. He screams in agony as she smiles with her handy work. He starts to cry and bang his head. She strokes his head and heals him again.

Knowing he isn’t moving now, she wanders around the grounds of the inn, she can see now in the morning light where the fresh graves have been dug in the forest. She looks through the inn using the daylight to see what else they had been doing. She finds paperwork belonging to a member of the Crimson Bank, they must have been a victim of the gang at some point, one document was signed a few weeks ago from the date.

And then she found the gold and jewels that was in the Iron Claws room, quite the fortune indeed.

She came back to the torture room to look now at the table and the glove in more detail. She can see the glove is glowing magically with a variety of lights. She uses a pair of tongs to reach into the lattice to get the glove, shake out the fingers, bits of human nails and parts of hand that fall out. She sees the table isn’t glowing though which is what she thought.

Luna feels the metal frame, running her fingers on the spikes and seeing they had dug in three quarters of an inch, but the spikes could have gone further. She grasps the handle of the winch and starts to turn it over and over, it takes 8 clicks for the spikes to finally touch the table. She works out from the spikes it probably wouldn’t kill the victim under them but leave them to bleed out.

She’s still fascinated by the table, considering what could have happened to her. Luna takes a deep breath and kneels back down to the winch operator.

“How many?” she asks

“Dunno, 6 maybe” he answers in a strain. The coin purse is digging into his balls and the 4 cuffs she’s placed on his wrists is making his hands and arms go purple.

She goes closer to his ear and again as she talks, the words appear as smoke from her mouth into his ears.

She describes how in a few minutes he is going to die. If by some fortunate chance his god wants him then perhaps, he will enjoy a glowing afterlife. But considering his scummy lifestyle and the way he has engaged with the killing of innocent victims, there is a good chance that when he dies in a few minutes, he will awake as a tiny maggot spawning from the River Styx on whatever level of hell it’s flowing through when he enters the afterlife.

But, as she explains as blood starts to drip from his eyeballs as the pain in his head intensifies, there is a very good chance that her master is listening and is attempting to seize his soul as soon as the last breath exits from his lungs. When he does, he will find the various demons under her master’s control will want to play with him and any of the other bandits that got caught in her shadow explosion.

He starts to beg for mercy as she describes what the first demon is going to his penis, slicing it like cooked meat in the butchers and making him eat it, then regrowing it again.

She then smiles some more, with some dark magic words causing the pain in his head to finally pop some vessels with the blood streaming from his eyes, ears and nose as he breathes his last.

Luna stands up, and takes a breath. She was stupid to take the risks that she did. If they had gagged her, she would have been dead, abused more than she was and lying in a pit next to where those bodies are currently residing. But the sheer thrill of taking on these cunts who have ended others and will no longer be able to hurt anyone else made her smile.

She looked at her wrist and ankle bands, they glowed as her master was happy with the souls she had brought him.

What to do next. She would need to visit the Crimson Bank and explain what had happened to the persons with the documents she found.

She hoped she could get a reward from the bank to buy this place and fix it up. At least that would be some legitimate cash compared to the other valuable items around here she was going to keep.

She wanted to get this table cleaned, she had unfinished business with this table.

She looked at the glove, and wanted to find out more about it and what it could do.

She then looked down at the bodies and wondered how much of the shadows could she control to get rid of them rather than her pulling the bodies around.  

Oh, and learn how to say Kyrethys while gagged, that would be important for next time.

But now it was time for breakfast as she went into the kitchen to see what they had left over.