They were beyond tired, beyond exhausted even.  Sheer force of will kept the two ladies matching as a slow and awkward pace. They joints ached, their limbs felt like jelly, yet they pressed on… they both knew well the punishment if they didn’t.

They were Slaves.

A pair of succubi: proud, sexy, and charismatic now reduced to manual labor for the Darken Elves, far below the world they once prowled. Heavy deep-green metal restraints had been bolted onto their curvy frames in every way you could possibly imagine. From octagonal shaped collars and cuffs, to a metal set of underwear, down to a pair of metal high-heel sandals, these unwilling women now worked each day in fifty pounds of slave gear. Sweat poured down their toned bodies as they moved, a heavy mining cart loaded with fresh crystals was being hauled by the two for hours now until the at last the city was poking into view.

They didn’t dare stop now, how could they? Bright blue gemstones shaped into diamonds called ‘Compliance Crystals’ were strategically placed on their metal bra and panties that would deliver a nasty shock if either of the two were to rest. The gems were identical to the ones that filled the mining cart behind them, the cart they had been pulling for hours now by the chains attached to their necks.

Both prisoners’ feet hurt, each step on these cruel high heeled sandals was a journey of its own. They were ten pounds of metal, shaped as a wedge block but the arch of the shoe was missing, only providing support for the heel and ball of the foot. The straps that held the shoes on the girls were also metal, a band across to top of the foot and a single metal ring to hold the big toe to the base. Another band rested behind the heel which was fused to a thick ankle cuffs and chain to connect the shoes, making the pair of sandals one giant restraint.

Aysis glared over to Rocky, they both knew it was Rocky’s fault they were forced into this situation… never trust Darken Elves!