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Mature Content Warning: This chapter contains graphic and mature themes, including explicit content, dark magic, and potentially disturbing imagery. Reader discretion is advised.

As the sun reached its peak in the sky, casting a warm glow over the village, Luna stood before Aurik Fielding and the three magistrates, surrounded by the villagers she had known all her life. There were murmurings from the crowd about what Luna had done last night in the tavern taking down the bounty hunters. Grimbold stood in the crowd, the black eye had fully developed from the whack he had taken. Elara, Mira, and Lira were dressed up too, Luna had spoken to them about taking over her role in the chapel.

To her left stood Eilif Stonefist, the village's skilled dwarven blacksmith, who was also volunteering as a constable, his broad shoulders and imposing figure a testament to his strength and bravery.

On the other side of Luna stood Arin Carribold, a young and fearless human fighter who had recently returned to the village, his sword at his side and a confident grin on his face. Beside him was Magla Haldern, a quiet and reserved human ranger who had spent years tracking and hunting in the surrounding forests, her eyes gleaming with a deep connection to the natural world.

Today was the day they would all volunteer as constables, taking on new roles to protect and serve the community. They felt a mix of excitement and nervousness as they prepared to make their oaths. The recent incidents from the bandits, the rangers arriving, the bounty hunters descending on the village and after last night the village discovering they had a demonic presence in the old castle up on the hill.

Aurik Fielding looked at them with a serious expression, his bright green eyes twinkling with a keen intelligence. "Are you all prepared to swear your oaths as constables of this village, to uphold the law and protect its people?" he asked, his voice firm but fair.

Luna nodded, her heart swelling with determination. "I am." The rest of the volunteers affirmed their agreement to be constables.

Aurik then started to read the other parts of the oath for the four to repeat including the promise to uphold the ideals of Ithrill and the protectorate.

As she began to recite the oath, a strange sensation crept over her. Her ankle and wrist cuffs, the symbols of her bond with Magnus, started to feel heavier, as if they were filled with a subtle, pulsing weight. The metal also began to warm, not uncomfortably so, but enough to be noticeable. It was as if the cuffs were reacting to her oath, to her commitment to a path that might not align with the darker powers she had embraced.

Luna tried to focus on the ceremony, but the sensation was distracting. She could feel the weight and warmth of the cuffs growing, as if they were reminding her of her true allegiance. She pushed through the feeling, determined to complete her oath.

Finally, the ceremony was over, and the villagers applauded as Luna was welcomed as their new constable. The cuffs, as if responding to the completion of the oath, returned to their normal state, their weight and warmth dissipating.

Feeling a sense of relief and accomplishment, Luna made her way back to her small cottage on the outskirts of the village. She decided to spend some time reading her grimoire, seeking guidance on how to balance her new role with her obligations to Magnus.

As she delved into the pages of the ancient book, a note caught her eye. It was a message, written in a language she hadn't noticed before, but somehow, she could understand its meaning.

"Your attachment to others is allowed, but remember who you answer to, you will be reminded tonight."

Luna felt a shiver run down her spine as she read the words. She knew that she had to be careful, that her actions as a constable could have consequences in the world of darkness she had entered.

That night, Luna retired to her bed, feeling a sense of trepidation mixed with anticipation. As she drifted off to sleep, she felt a presence around her, a darkness that seemed to coalesce into a figure. She then opened her eyes properly and was in a different chamber to the dungeon in the castle. She was naked and her cuffs started to grow slightly.

There stood a metal pillory, its cold, dark surface gleaming in the dim light of her dream. Luna knew what she had to do, and with a sense of resignation, she placed her neck and wrists in the metal restraint. The pillory closed around her, holding her in place.

As soon as she was secured, her neck collar began to grow and expand, its weight increasing until it felt like a heavy chain around her neck. The wrist and ankle cuffs followed suit, growing heavier and more constricting. And then, the chains from her cuffs and collar appeared, merging with the metal pillory, and binding her to it.

Luna felt a jolt as her ankles were pulled by the chain, stretching her body out and lifting her ass upwards. She was completely at the mercy of the pillory, her movements restricted, and her body exposed.

In this vulnerable position, Luna waited, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that she was being prepared for something, but she had no idea what. The darkness around her seemed to be coalescing into a presence, a presence that would soon make itself known.

And then, a voice whispered in her ear,

"Behold, the pillory, Luna, once the punishment of the town square in my day, where the whores would be punished for their actions by the good people.”

“They would cane and whip the ass of the ladies imprisoned in its elegant scaffolding. Rotten fruit thrown at the faces, sometimes even faeces."

The voice was low and husky, and it sent shivers down her spine. Luna knew that she was in the presence of her master, and she steeled herself for what was to come.

Magnus's voice echoed in Luna's mind, explaining the events that would unfold.

"Tonight, my dear, you will be introduced to the one bar prison. It is a place where you will learn to surrender, to submit to the will of others. You will be confined, restricted, and at the mercy of those who hold the keys."

As he spoke, the metal pillory seemed to grow taller, its surface cold and unforgiving, while her feet adjusted to the slight increase in height, so she was on her tippy toes.

 Luna felt a sense of trepidation while becoming slightly uncomfortable in her position, her heart racing with anticipation, knowing Magnus had something planned for her. She knew that she was in for a wild ride, one that would test her limits and push her to the edge, her nerves starting to kick in and yet she also felt she was going to enjoy it.

Luna then felt a metal pole was placed between her legs, its surface smooth and cool. It had a strange, curved tip that she could slightly feel on her labia.

Magnus's hands grasped the pole, his fingers wrapping around it with a firm grip. "This, my dear, is the instrument of your submission. You will learn to accept it, to welcome it, and to surrender to its power."

As he spoke, Magnus started to raise the pole, its tip approaching Luna's pussy. She felt a jolt of fear, her body tensing in anticipation. The pole was cold, unyielding, and it seemed to be probing her very depths.

Luna's mind was racing, her thoughts a jumble of emotions. She was scared, excited, and curious all at once. She knew that she was in for a wild ride, one that would take her to the very limits of her endurance.

And yet, as the pole touched her pussy, Luna felt a spark of excitement. It was as if her body was responding to the stimulation, welcoming the invasion. She felt a surge of pleasure, a wave of sensation that washed over her like a tidal wave. She then felt actual sparks, which made her moist as the pole continued to probe her.

Luna's body began to relax, her muscles releasing their tension. She felt herself surrendering, submitting to the will of Magnus and the power of the pole. It was as if she was melting, her body becoming one with the metal, her mind merging with the darkness. There were elements of heat, cold and electricity, and the way they throbbed made her moister on the touch of her intimate areas and there was a slight drool to her lips.

As the one bar prison reached its full depth, Magnus locked it into place. The sound of the lock clicking echoed through the air, The curved steel pole now rested along her labia with its tip on her clit, a constant presence that seemed to pulse with a life of its own.

The varying sensations of the steel along her labia was almost overwhelming. It was as if her body was being reshaped, remoulded to accommodate the invasive presence. Luna's mind was racing, her thoughts a jumble of emotions and sensations. She felt a sense of trepidation, yet also a spark of excitement, a sense of wonder at the unknown. The way it was playing with her pussy, she started to moan a little, trying to remain demure in Magnus presence. She’d be punished for that.

And yet, despite the fear and the uncertainty, Luna felt a sense of liberation. She was free to explore her desires, to surrender to her deepest fears and fantasies.

“Now Luna, how shall we punish your cunt?” Asks Magnus

Luna's eyes widened as she heard Magnus's question, her mind racing with the possibilities. She knew that she was in for a punishment, but she had no idea what form it would take. The one bar prison was still locked in place, a constant reminder of her submission and vulnerability.

"I... I don't know, Master," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Magnus chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "We shall see," he said, his voice dripping with anticipation. "Perhaps a little heat would be in order. Or maybe some pressure. Yes, pressure would be good."

As he spoke, Magnus reached out and grasped a small handle attached to the one bar prison. He began to turn it, and Luna felt a subtle change in the device. It was as if the steel was shifting, adjusting to a new position.

Suddenly, a small, delicate mechanism sprang into action. A series of tiny, metal fingers emerged from the one bar prison, each one wrapping around Luna's labia and clitoris. The fingers were cold, unyielding, and they seemed to be pulling her skin taut.

Luna gasped, her eyes flying open in surprise. The sensation was intense, a mixture of pleasure and pain that left her breathless. She felt as though she was being stretched, pulled to her limits, and yet she couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement.

"What...what is that, Master?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"Ah, my dear," Magnus replied, his eyes glinting with amusement. "That is the cunt press. It is a device designed to apply pressure, to squeeze and stretch your delicate flesh. And it is only just beginning to work its magic."

As he spoke, the metal fingers continued to tighten, their grip growing more intense. Luna felt herself being pulled, stretched, and squeezed, her skin burning with a mixture of pleasure and pain. She knew that she was in for a wild ride, one that would push her to the very limits of her endurance.

As the cunt press continued to apply pressure, Magnus reached out and grasped a pair of nipple clamps from a nearby table. The clamps were made of a cold, unforgiving metal, and they seemed to gleam in the dim light of the room.

Luna's eyes widened as Magnus approached her, the clamps held tightly in his hand. She knew what was coming, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation.

"Please, Master," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Magnus smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Silence, my dear," he said, his voice firm, with the demonic hiss that made her on edge. "You will take what I give you, and you will take it with pleasure."

With that, Magnus applied the nipple clamps, the cold metal closing around Luna's sensitive flesh like a vice. She gasped, her eyes flying open in surprise, as the clamps bit deep into her skin.

But Magnus wasn't finished yet. He reached out and grasped a pair of weights, each one shaped like a small, delicate bell. The weights were made of a heavy, solid metal, and they seemed to gleam in the dim light of the room.

Luna's eyes widened as Magnus attached the weights to the nipple clamps, the metal bells swinging gently in the air. She felt a sense of shock, her mind reeling with the intensity of the sensation.

The weights pulled down on her nipples, stretching her skin and causing her to feel a sense of intense, burning pleasure. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that left her breathless.

As the nipple clamps tightened, Luna felt a searing pain that shot through her breasts like a bolt of lightning. The metal clamps seemed to be biting into her sensitive skin, causing her to gasp in shock. The weights attached to the clamps pulled her nipples down, stretching them to their limits and sending waves of agony through her chest.

The sensation took her breath away, especially with the weights dragging on her nipples. It was as if her nipples were being pulled apart, stretched to the breaking point, and then released, only to be pulled again.

The pain was intense, but it was also strangely exhilarating. Luna felt a rush of adrenaline as she struggled to cope with the sensation, her mind racing with the intensity of it all.

As the cunt press continued to apply pressure, Luna felt her labia being stretched and pulled, her clitoris throbbing with a mix of pain and pleasure. The metal fingers wrapped around her sensitive flesh seemed to be probing her very depths, exploring every inch of her intimate anatomy. The sensation was like a slow-burning fire, building in intensity with each passing moment.

The heat from the cunt press was intense, causing Luna's skin to prickle with sweat. She felt a trickle of moisture run down her thigh as her body responded to the stimulation, her arousal growing with each passing moment. The cold metal seemed to be warming up, radiating a gentle heat that seeped into her skin and caused her to shiver with pleasure.

Luna then noticed the sweat that was forming on her breasts were dripping on to the weights, making them heavier as the sweat from her body increased. The beads of salty sweat also stung her bruises and welts that accrued on her pulled nipples.

As the electric shocks began to pulse through the cunt press, Luna felt a jolt of electricity run through her body. The sensation was like a spark of lightning, illuminating her very being and causing her to arch her back in surprise. The shocks seemed to be dancing across her skin, sending waves of pleasure and pain through her body.

The combination of the nipple clamps and the cunt press was almost too much to bear. Luna felt like she was being stretched to her limits, her body pushed to the edge of endurance. But even as she struggled to cope with the sensations, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement, a sense of wonder at the unknown.

As the minutes ticked by, Luna felt herself becoming more and more sensitive. Every touch, every movement, seemed to send waves of pleasure and pain through her body. She was a tightly wound spring, coiled and ready to snap. And when she finally did, the release would be explosive, a cascade of sensation that would leave her breathless and gasping for air.

As the waves throbbed with the cunt press, she could feel the magic sprit within her, it had grown since Magnus had first taken her, edged from dealing with the bandits and bounty hunters. She couldn't move her hands to make any gestures and doubted the harsh words she did would make any impact to Magnus and she felt the pain with the pleasure she was feeling was just right and didn't want anything extra from Magnus. 

The nipple clamps seemed to be pulling her nipples down further, were they getting heavier? Luna thought to herself, whatever, her nipples were being stretched to their limits and causing her to feel a sense of weightlessness, as if she were floating on a sea of sensation. The cunt press was like a gentle giant, probing her depths and exploring every inch of her intimate anatomy. The combination was like a symphony of sensation, a dance of pleasure and pain that left her breathless and gasping for air.

As the sensations built to a crescendo, Luna felt herself being pulled apart, her body stretched to its limits and her mind reeling with the intensity of it all. She was a slave to the sensations, a prisoner of her own desires. And yet, even as she struggled to cope with the intensity of it all, she couldn't help but feel a sense of freedom, a sense of release that came from surrendering to the unknown.

Magnus left her for a few minutes, some minion of his had called him away in a pattern of speech that sounded like scratching sounds. Luna wondered how long she would be left here locked in place and in display.

As the weights swung gently, almost chiming every minute, Luna felt herself being pulled, stretched, and squeezed even more. The cunt press was still applying pressure, the metal fingers wrapped tightly around her labia and clitoris. The nipple clamps and weights were adding to the sensation, pulling her nipples down and stretching her skin.

Luna was trapped in a world of intense, burning pleasure. She was a prisoner of her own desires, a slave to the whims of Magnus and the devices he used to control her. And yet, despite the pain and the intensity of the sensation, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement, a sense of wonder at the unknown, especially as Magnus wasn't here. Her power was growing to boiling point and yet she had no way to use it.

Her fists shook as it become more intense, but as Luna moved, the nipple weights chimed softly, the delicate bells ringing out in a gentle, musical tone. But with each movement, the sound seemed to trigger a response in the cunt press, and it tightened its grip on her labia and clitoris. She felt waves of heat, as if the metal was warming up and radiating a gentle, soothing warmth.

The heat was quickly followed by cold, and Luna felt a shiver run down her spine as the metal seemed to chill, sending a wave of icy coldness through her sensitive flesh.

And then, just as she thought it was over, the cunt press applied a series of electric shocks, each one sending a jolt of electricity through her labia and clitoris. The sensation was intense, a mix of pain and pleasure that left Luna gasping in surprise.

The nipple weights continued to chime, each movement triggering a new response from the cunt press. The sensations were relentless, a constant barrage of heat, cold, and electricity that left Luna feeling overwhelmed and helpless.

She was trapped in a world of intense, burning desire, and she didn't know if she would ever escape. The nipple weights seemed to be taunting her, their gentle chime a reminder of the pain and pleasure that she was enduring.

As the minutes ticked by, Luna felt herself being pushed to the limits of her endurance. The sensations were too much, a constant barrage of heat, cold, and electricity that left her gasping in surprise.

She had closed her eyes in an attempt to focus and embrace the pain with the sensations that were making her cum. Luna then opened them again and looked up at Magnus, she saw a glint of amusement in his eye, a sense of pleasure and satisfaction at her predicament. He was enjoying this, she realized, and that thought sent a shiver down her spine.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Magnus smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Yes, my dear," he said, his voice low and husky. "I am enjoying this very much. You are a delightful plaything, and I am pleased to be able to use you in this way, just because I can."

Luna felt a surge of anger at his words, wondering where the anger had come from, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the sensations that were flooding her body. The nipple weights were still chiming, the cunt press was still applying its relentless barrage of heat, cold, and electricity, and she was trapped in a world of intense, burning desire.

She didn't know if she would ever escape, but she knew that she would have to endure this for as long as Magnus desired. As much as the elements of pleasure were making her groan, drool and feel more alive than ever, the pain was getting more intense, as more bruises and blisters were forming on her body.

As Magnus noticed the rage in Luna's face, he smiled and began to explain his next move. "My dear, I see that you are angry, but that is good. Anger can be a powerful catalyst for passion, and passion is what you need to cast the spell that will release you from your prison."

He walked over to a nearby table and picked up a paddle, its surface smooth and unyielding. "I want you to hold this paddle in your mouth, and I want you to try to say a word. A word that will release you from your bonds and give you the freedom you so desperately desire."

Luna took the paddle, her eyes never leaving Magnus's face. She knew that she had to try, no matter how impossible it seemed. She placed the paddle in her mouth, feeling its smooth surface against her tongue.

"The word is 'liberation'," Magnus said, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Say it, Luna. Say the word and you will be free."

Luna tried; she really did. She tried to form the word, to push it past her lips and out into the air. But it was no use. She couldn't say it, no matter how hard she tried. The word stuck in her throat, refusing to be spoken.

In frustration, Luna dropped the paddle from her mouth, her eyes flashing with anger. Magnus smiled, his eyes never leaving hers. "I see that you are not ready yet," he said, his voice low and husky. "But that is okay. We will try again. And again. And again, until you get it right."

He picked up the paddle and approached Luna, his eyes glinting with amusement. "For now, I think you need a little punishment," he said, his voice dripping with sadism. "You need to be reminded of your place, and of the consequences of failure, start counting to five and then restart counting to five till I tell you to stop."

Luna started to count, got to five and Magnus raised the paddle and slapped Luna's ass, the sound echoing through the room. Luna cried out, the pain and shock of the blow taking her breath away. Luna carried on counting, and Magnus again struck, this time catching her just on her snatch above the cunt press, the small space pinching her, the bruise forming there must have lost some skin as the sweat made it worse. A few more tears dripped from her eyes.

Luna started to count again, but on the count of three, Magnus had come back to face Luna, placing his right index claw on her lips, smiled, his eyes never leaving hers. "That's just the beginning," he said, his voice low and husky. "Now, I want you to try again. But this time, I want you to be gagged. I want you to be unable to speak, to be forced to try and say the word without being able to make a sound."

He picked up a ball gag and placed it in Luna's mouth, the ivory ball filling her mouth and preventing her from speaking. Luna tried to struggle, but it was no use. She was trapped, unable to move or speak.

Magnus smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Now, try again," he said, his voice low and husky. "Try to say the word, Luna. Try to say 'liberation'."

Luna tried to form the word, to push it past the gag and out into the air. But it was no use. She couldn't say it, no matter how hard she tried.

Magnus smiled, his eyes never leaving hers. "I see that you are still not ready," he said, his voice slowing and rumbling. "You will try again. And again. And again, until you get it right."

He picked up the paddle and approached Luna, his eyes glinting with amusement. "For now, I think you need a little more motivation," he said, his voice low and husky. "I think you need to be reminded of the consequences of failure."

With that, he placed the handle of the paddle in Luna's anus, the smooth surface sliding into her with ease, but once the handle was in, it started to get wider in her ass. Luna tried to cry out but the gag blocking the volume her scream deserved from the pain and shock of the invasion, finally all it could do is take her breath away.

And then, the paddle began to swish and slap her ass, the paddle strokes matched her previous counting before the gag the sound echoing through the room. Luna cried out, the pain and shock of the blows taking her breath away. The movement of the handle in her anus was wobbling, adding to the pain of the blow.

Magnus smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Try again, Luna," he said, his voice low and husky. "Try to say the word. Try to say 'liberation'."

Luna tried; she really did. She tried to form the word, to push it past the gag and out into the air. But it was no use. She couldn't say it, no matter how hard she tried.

And as she failed, the paddle continued to swish and slap her ass, the sound echoing through the room. Luna cried out, the pain and shock of the blows taking her breath away.

She was trapped, unable to move or speak. She was at the mercy of Magnus, forced to endure the pain and humiliation of her punishment.

As Luna moved, the bells attached to the nipple clamps rang out louder than she expected, the sound echoing through the room and adding to her distress. She could feel the mix of bruises forming and stinging around her groin, the result of the relentless pressure from the cunt press, the whipping of her ass, and the handle in her anus. The sensations were overwhelming, and she could feel herself becoming lightheaded from the pain.

As she struggled to cope with the agony, Luna drool was filling her mouth filling with saliva as she tried to process the intense sensations. Tears were dripping from her eyes, some falling to the ground, others running down her face adding an extra salty flavour to the drool in ther mouth as she sobbed in pain and frustration.

But just as she thought she couldn't take it anymore, she then focused again to get her mind clear as she had done before. Her body responded to the pain and found a way to cope with the intense sensations. There was a glow spreading through her, filling her with a sense of calm and clarity to focus that passion that was burning from the physical pain and mental pleasure she felt.

As the glow intensified, Luna noticed that the gag in her mouth didn't feel as big as it had before. She could move it slightly with her lips and tongue, slowly focusing that rage of her situation to move the gag slightly and then, she realized that she might be able to speak. The thought gave her a surge of hope, and she focused all her energy on trying to form words.

With a newfound sense of determination, Luna tried to speak, her voice barely above a whisper. "L...lib..." she stammered, the word struggling to form on her lips.

The glow grew brighter, and Luna felt a sense of power and strength flowing through her. She knew that she was close, that she was on the verge of breaking free from her prison. Her mouth moved the gag more, drools of saliva now became one long line from her mouth to the floor. With one final effort, she tried to speak the word, her voice growing louder and more confident as the gag was now out her mouth.

Luna spat out the spit that was in her mouth and was ready. The magical energy she had felt before was with her again and she took in a very deep breath.

"Liberation," she shouted, the word ringing out clear and strong, engaging with her magical energy.

And then Luna's body exploded in a dark purple thundercrack, the room was filled with an intense, electrifying energy.

As soon as Luna was just a thundercrack, she then felt herself being pulled back into her body. She opened her eyes to find herself lying in her own bed, the familiar surroundings of her bedroom a welcome respite from the intense, surreal world she had just left.

As she sat up, Luna realized that she was still wearing her collar and cuffs, the familiar weight of the metal a reminder of her ongoing bond with Magnus. But despite the lingering presence of the bondage, Luna felt a sense of freedom, a sense of release that she had not felt in a long time.

She looked down at her body, expecting to see bruises and marks from the intense, punishing session she had just endured. But to her surprise, her skin was smooth and unblemished, with no signs of injury or trauma.

Luna was confused, unsure of what to make of the vivid, intense dream she had just experienced.

Had it been real, or was it just a product of her own fevered imagination?

As she pondered these questions, Luna heard a faint, whispery voice in her ear. "The journey has just begun, my dear," it said. “Now, go be a good constable, put my gifts into practice.”

And with that she said to no one in particular “Yes sir, I will make you proud.”