Sisters of Sanctuary Sustenance for Despair and Pleasure

Amos explained his next steps to Violet in detail before getting up and fetching restraints designed to be used with the iron cage. There were two of them, both made of pure metal. Each had a circle in the middle, one larger and one slightly smaller, with round holes at each end large enough to fit two fingers. They appeared to be metal straightjackets. Amos placed the two restraints in front of Violet, removed the metal pins that secured them, and separated each restraint into two halves down the middle, with each half containing one of the central circles. Picking up the two halves, Amos, under Violet's confused gaze, clamped them around her waist, which was already tightened by the corset, one in front and one in back. The size of the circle on the restraint was almost exactly the same as Violet's waist after being tightened by the corset, fitting snugly together. As the restraint clamped onto Violet's waist, the two round holes at its ends aligned perfectly with one of the iron bars forming the cage. With Amos inserting the metal pins, the restraint successfully secured Violet's waist in the center of the iron cage. Next, Amos picked up the other metal restraint, using it in a similar manner to the first, except this time it was placed around Violet's slender swan-like neck. Because Amos adjusted the height of the metal restraint, Violet was forced to straighten her back. With both her neck and waist secured by the metal restraints, she could no longer bend over. In this situation, her body was still leaning downwards. To alleviate this, she immediately struggled, trying to shift from a cross-legged position to a kneeling one, to elevate her body slightly.

'My body is completely immobilized...' Engulfed in darkness, Violet felt her restraints tighten, the sensation of being utterly bound and unable to move acutely clear, causing her heart to quicken. The shackles on her body held her, bound by ropes, fixed in the center of the cage. She couldn't twist her body left or right, and moving her position was even more impossible. Her folded legs were pulled apart by ropes below her knees, preventing even a kneeling posture. Violet was forced to sit in a duck-like position within the cage. However, the shackles around her waist and neck were fastened high, and her current posture caused the neck shackle to press against her chin, forcing her head up slightly. Fixed in this position, Violet's long, pale yellow hair cascaded down her back. Watching the woman in the cage, severely restrained and unable to move, Amos swallowed hard. Even with a lingering shadow of fear towards her, his body reacted. But Amos dared not act rashly. He had a deep understanding of Violet's terrifying power and knew that the restraint tools he used might not be a threat to magic. Shaking his head to dismiss his stray thoughts, Amos continued his actions. He closed the iron cage door, locked it, and tossed the key aside. Regardless of whether Violet's plan succeeded or not, she wouldn't be able to use the key to open the cage later. "My lord, the iron cage is too heavy for me to move alone, so I need to use magic to transport it. Please grant your permission." After locking the cage, Amos asked Violet inside for permission, worried that his sudden use of magic might be misunderstood.

After securing the collar, Verja finally turned to the last page of the instruction manual. [To facilitate single-person wear, a bit of magic has been incorporated into the making of the single gauntlet. Simply place both hands inside and wait for ten seconds, and it will automatically contract to complete the restraint. Please follow the diagram for the gauntlet wearing procedure—] This was the page Verja studied with particular attention, as she had never heard of a single gauntlet before. After reading this page of instructions two or three times, Verja picked up the single gauntlet and attempted to fasten the straps to herself, positioning the main body behind her. After a few tries, Verja successfully followed the steps, crossing the straps in front of her chest and then threading them back under her armpits to secure them. 'So, that's everything done...' Verja muttered to herself, raising her hands to try and place them into the still very loose single gauntlet behind her. During her perusal of the manual, Verja had become unconsciously engrossed, and by the time she snapped back to reality, she was already at the final step... Ten seconds later, the magic's power caused the straps to tighten, and the loose single gauntlet behind her immediately began to contract. By this time, Verja no longer had time to withdraw her hands. "Mmph?!" '...So tight, that's, that's enough, right?' The contraction of the single gauntlet plunged Verja's hands into extreme restraint. The ever-increasing pressure made her involuntarily writhe, but it did nothing to alleviate the pressure from the gauntlet. Her hands could only remain clasped behind her. However, it wasn't over yet. There was a strap across the top of the single gauntlet, and as the gauntlet tightened, it also contracted, with a rather long section extending to wrap around Verja's abdomen once. Once fully tightened, Verja's hands were forced to remain obediently behind her, unable to move left or right, nor could she lift them further back. "Mmm..." 'So I'm restrained like this, but what do I do next...' Slightly shifting her body to adapt to the intense restraint imposed by the single gauntlet, Verja looked down at the manual, wondering what she was supposed to do next.

At this moment, Verja, also bound in a spread-eagle position, was brought over by two cultists. Perhaps the restraints were unbearable, or perhaps she was filled with dread, tears welled in her eyes and she couldn't help but sob. However, the gag that had been reinserted into her mouth made her sounds weak and muffled. "Sister..." Violette softly called out Verja's name, but was then lifted by another cultist of the Dark Council. Her body was already severely restrained, and now with the ropes behind her grasped and lifted into the air, the intense pressure made Violette frown. As she tried to speak, the cultist took the opportunity to shove a gag into Violette's mouth. "Mmph!" Violette tried to push the gag out of her mouth, but the leather strap of the gag was smoothly fastened behind her head. Thus, two cultists of the Dark Council, each holding Violette and Verja, followed High Priest Colin back into the Dark Palace. The damaged door resealed itself, returning to its original state. ... In the main hall of the Dark Palace, the missing maidens had been cleared away. Violette and Verja, dressed in nun habits and nightgowns respectively, were forced to kneel before each other. Their bodies were pressed completely together and secured by ropes. Their already constricted breasts were severely deformed from being squeezed against each other, and their legs were bound together. Even the crotch ropes passed through both of their nether regions, binding their hips together. The only parts not bound together were their lower legs, which were positioned behind them as they knelt. However, their respective lower legs were still bound together, not even their feet spared. In this state, an additional rope was tied around their ankles and feet, pulling towards their backs and connecting to the ropes binding their arms. As this rope was pulled taut, their lower legs were forced upwards, pressing their heels against their buttocks. Since each of them had a rope suspending their bodies from behind, they were now only able to support their balance with their knees. They both wore thick collars around their necks, and a short chain now locked the two collars together, forcing them to face each other. Both were fitted with sturdy, difficult-to-spit-out horse-bit gags, and the outward-facing parts of the two gags were also connected by a short chain. This prevented them from turning their heads, leaving them only able to look at each other's restrained forms. "Mmmph..." 'Sister...'