| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t Issera knew her life was going to get rough now that she was firmly in the hands of the gremlins, whose harsh treatment of their enemies was well known among the outcasts that survived—and especially vile fates that awaited for any knights unfortunate enough to fall into captivity. Punishing their own kind was one thing, as it could have been a fellow friend or family member to suffer the Crimson Order's wrath. However, the knights of Spiral Order were alien invaders to the gremlins—foreigners who they felt no attachment for, and as such with neither empathy nor mercy to spare. Prisoners of war such as Issera provided the gremlin colony with much-needed scapegoat to vent their misery and anger against, caring little for whether the captives deserved it or not. Issera was already bound, stripped, and humiliated long before her imprisonment, but still she could do nothing but to wait helplessly for even more cruelty at the hands of her captors. Issera was unable to get any meaningful rest due to the painfully tight restraints that were kept shackled onto her ever since the capture. The overtightened armbinder, heavy nipple clamps, sweltering muzzle gag... the gremlins took nearly every effort in ensuring that their prisoner's stay would be far from comfortable. Nonetheless, the captive knight was completely exhausted from her ordeal, drifting in and out of sleep despite the extreme bondage painfully constricting her posture. The troubled slumber eventually came to an end, as Issera was suddenly startled awake from the loud rattling coming from her heavy cell door. Her breath stopped as she fixed her tired gaze towards the noise, hoping that the gremlins would leave her alone just for a while longer—just a bit more shut-eye from this wretched reality. The thought of fellow knights coming to the rescue crossed her desperate mind, clinging on to the still faint hope that she was not forgotten. After what felt like an eternity, the cell door creaked open to reveal a pair of gremlins on the other side. Issera's heart sank as she saw the mortafire holding a collar with chain leash, and the thwacker grunt wielding a shock pike—an electric prod attached to a long shaft that was employed ruthlessly to keep her moving during the forced march. The fiendish device's torturous effect was still fresh in Issera's mind, causing whimpers to escape through her gag. Without saying a word, the grunt began approaching Issera, his hulking form quickly shadowing over the defenseless prisoner. Issera huffed through her muzzle gag in panic, shuffling away and pressing herself against the back wall in a desperate attempt to keep out of reach. Undeterred at the slightest, the gremlin thrust his free hand out to grab Issera's ankle chains, and with a single huff yanked her legs towards the door, causing the knight to let out a muffled yelp as she was violently reeled across the rough floor. Before Issera could even recover, she let out a pitched groan as she felt her head being grabbed and forcibly pulled up, before being thrown forward and out of the prison cell. The gremlin holding the leash stepped up to the knight and muttered a short sentence, but in her daze Issera could not make out the words. Not even one second later, her body lit up in stinging pain as the shock pike pressed down between her rumps and shot through with electric current. After two agonizing seconds, the shock pike released its hold against Issera, sending her limp against the dusty concrete hallway. She feverishly tried to catch her breath through the gag's only opening on her nose, barely holding back her tears. The gremlin mortafire approached again and threw a swift, hard kick against the prisoner's side, causing Issera to yelp out in pain once more. "Get up. I will not ask again," the mortafire repeated the command, dangling the chain and collar in front of Issera. The light-headed knight was still struggling to relieve her burning lungs, but she could feel the shock grunt's intent to repeat the punishment at any second. Mustering what little strength she had, Issera slowly shuffled the legs back and forth to give her cruelly short ankle chains enough slack to bring her knees inward, and pressed her forehead against the floor to hunch herself over to a kneeling position. With her arms bound tightly behind her back and rendered useless, Issera struggled to stand up without stumbling over. The gremlins were already running out of patience, and Issera could see the grunt readying his shock pike once more. Issera groaned as she carefully lifted herself back up by shifting the knees back and forth, minding the ever-present ankle chains that repeatedly threatened to throw her off balance. And then there were the accursed weighted clips that were clamped to her nipples, constantly interrupting her focus with the incessant pinching and tugging every time she shuffled about. The chastity belt also refused to give any relief in Issera's lower body, with its rough shafts shifting and rubbing against her insides with each sway of her hips as she tried to give her knees room to move. Unfortunately, the distraction proved to be too much for Issera, as the momentary lapse of concentration led to the ankle chains catching her movement short, causing her to stumble back down. Although she managed to catch herself with one knee and prevent herself from falling over entirely, she could hear the agitated huff from the grunt behind her, and winced as she felt the shock pike pressing down on her back again. Issera let out a muted cry, not from another dose of electric shock as she was expecting, but instead a sharp upward pull from one of her sensitive nubs. The mortafire grabbed one of the nipple clamps and gave a harsh tug, forcing Issera scrambling to get back up to relieve the sudden pressure. She was starting to seriously hate those damn things—considering them to be the worst part about her captivity, having denied her peace of mind at every single turn. The mortafire gave another forceful jerk on the clamp, stretching out Issera's breast it was hooked on to and pulling her entire body with it. She felt like the whole flesh was going to tear off at any second, until the gremlin finally released his grip once the knight stood back up proper after much difficulty. "Took long enough," the mortafire sneered as he prepared to attach the collar on the prisoner's neck. The sight of yet another set of shackles closing down on her caused Issera to step back out of panicked reflex, but her retreat was promptly stopped by the lesser grunt, who pressed the shock prod into her bottom and shoved her back forward. The mortafire paused briefly, before leaning closer to Issera's face. "Only two ways: This collar goes on your neck, right now. Or..." the gremlin trailed off as he pinched Issera's nipple again, with the claws digging in, pulling and twisting it as the knight mewled in pain. "...I put leash on something that's going to hurt much more," the mortafire finished, letting go of his hand. He held up the collar in front of Issera's face again, this time expecting proper cooperation. The knight could only return a defiant scowl against the gremlins, but she slowly realized that her legs were trembling on their own. Shackled, imprisoned, and surrounded with no way out, Issera's resolve was starting to crack. She tried to steel herself, desperately trying to avoid showing signs of fear to her captors, but her body refused to stop shaking. She wanted to scream her heart out in frustration, knowing that her life was under total control of her enemies who very much wanted to see her suffer. Issera's breath stopped as the collar opened up around her neck. She felt an overwhelming urge to back away again, but knew that there was no point. There was nothing she could do to stop this from happening. Barely holding back her tears, Issera closed her eyes and raised her neck in defeat as the collar clamped down, its heavy metal immediately pulling down on her shoulders. And with an audible snap, the collar firmly locked itself in place, completing Issera's submission to her handlers. "Good girl," the mortafire replied with a certain level of smugness as he tightened the slack on the collar chains before jerking the leash forward. With the rear grunt's shock prod following close behind, Issera quietly began her march, her ankle chains grinding against the rough floor as she slowly limped her tired legs forward. Each step felt like a herculean task, as if the weight of her restraints suddenly felt like an entire mountain pressing down against her. The suffocating feeling of the muzzle gag, the armbinder crushing her arms against her back, the nipple clamps stinging her sensitive nibs, the shafts in the chastity belt rubbing within her holes... for some reason, they did not bother Issera as much as they used to back in her cell. Maybe it was the feeling of bitter humiliation that numbed the pain, realizing that she was not as strong as she thought herself to be. Or perhaps it was because she knew what was coming, and whatever the gremlins had planned for her at the end of the hallway was going to be much worse. \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t