33: Trapped in the cursed Horny Jail

 

With an amused smile, Kim stood over the dollhouse and reshaped its interior according to her wishes. At the same time, her mistress's magic flowed through her body. It was an intoxicating feeling. An idea popped into her head, and she liked it. A wonderful punishment for her sex-addicted sister and a suitable prison for Celine's sister. Trisha, that useless shifter. She had to be punished.

“She has to pay for what she did to my mistress!” Kim muttered as her eyes began to flicker black as the magic inside her grew stronger and took over her body. Her mistress knew what had to be done. Her mistress wanted revenge, and Kim would give it to her.

 

Chloe and Trisha stood in a completely white room. While the former looked around uneasily, the latter seemed to have come to terms with her fate. Chloe looked at Trisha as the shifter sat down on the floor, leaned against the wall, and crossed her arms. The blonde herself frowned nervously and sat down hesitantly next to Trisha.

“I won't bite,” Trisha muttered.

“I know... I just can't figure you out yet... first there was the whole day and then the letter... Thanks for the gift, by the way.”

“You’re welcome... I have to admit, the suit looks great on you, and it should have a few of Celine’s old tricks up its sleeve, in addition to the new stuff like going to the bathroom without any problems and stuff. After all, you shouldn’t just look like Samus, you should feel like her too. By the way, you really look like her... except for this,” Trisha said with a giggle, poking Chloe’s stomach with one of her fingers. The blonde immediately recoiled, laughing as the finger tickled her.

“Hey! Come on, I was just starting to like you,” Chloe said playfully, giving Trisha a gentle push on the shoulder, which she accepted with a smile.

“So, um...” Chloe began, wrapping her arms around her legs and pressing them to her chest.

“So, um...?”

“When are we getting out of here?” Chloe asked, pointing to the empty white room the size of a double prison cell.

“As soon as Celine finds us. Maybe a little longer if Rilliana or Phae find us. Ifry could also go quickly, but... it doesn't really matter. Time here runs... differently. Sometimes faster, sometimes slower, but...” Trisha said, clenching her teeth tightly.

“What's wrong?

Trisha raised her hand and stroked her mouth before exhaling deeply and looking at Chloe.

“Nothing...”

“Come on... you're not going to punish the bounty hunter Samus Aran with silence! And I'm also curious who you meant by ‘sadistic bitch’ and why she's not here anymore.”

Trisha looked at her for a moment before turning away, shaking her head, and then looking at Chloe with a gentle smile.

“You heard that, huh? Well... that... dollhouse,” Trisha began, pointing to the room, "belonged to my sister's partner... before the time travel, of course, and Terra. She was a demon like Ifry and was chained to Earth because of a mistake my sister made. When Celine was young and practicing summoning, something went wrong and... Celine couldn't send her home.“

”But partner? She must have been angry that she..."

“Yes, very angry. So angry that she took it out on Celine's little sister and locked me up here for her amusement,” Trisha muttered, staring blankly at the white wall in front of her. “Celine didn't want to believe it until... she saw how cruel she could be. Unfortunately, it was a little too late.”

Her hand wandered to her left ear and pointed to the golden ring anchored in it.

“I'm sorry, Trisha...”

The catgirl smiled at her again.

“Hey, it's okay. The only thing I got from her is a hole in my ear and a fear of needles. I fixed the ring later and it looks cool, doesn't it?”

Trisha asked, and Chloe nodded slightly. “Besides, Celine and I are better sisters than ever, and we beat her. Rilliana killed that bitch and freed the world from her. 800 years later, and here we are.”

“In the bitch's dollhouse?”

“Yes... in Jinara's dollhouse...”

“Jinara...” Chloe murmured and looked up as the ceiling began to glow blue. “Oh! Look, something's happening!”

Trisha followed her gaze and her smile disappeared as the glow grew brighter and the ceiling was engulfed in blue fire in the next moment. She stood up, her face filled with panic, bewilderment, and anger.

“Chloe, get up and stay behind me! These aren't our friends!” Trisha hissed, extending her claws, which began to shine like black diamonds in the glow. Chloe jumped to her feet and stood behind Trisha.

“What's happening?”

“A whole lot of shit,” Trisha growled as the fire spread to the walls and floor. It didn't burn the two women, but it changed the floor and left white patches.

“That doesn't really explain what's happening here,” Chloe commented. The shifter turned her head and swallowed when she saw the bared, sharp teeth. Trisha was deadly serious, and Chloe tried to take the situation more seriously, but the padded walls and floor didn't make it easy.

A padded cell isn't so bad, is it? Isn't the dollhouse similar to the C&T event from a few hours ago? Chloe wondered as a door materialized in front of them and creaked open. At first, Chloe could see hands pushing the door aside, and then the empty faces of wooden dolls reaching out toward them. They were wearing nurses' uniforms, and one of them even had orange latex straitjackets. The blonde looked at them with a frown and swallowed nervously at the thought of what they might feel like. Trisha, however, had other plans. Her body began to tremble. At first, Chloe thought she was overcome with fear, but just as she was about to reach out to calm her, she looked at Trisha's arms and legs. Her veins were clearly visible as they protruded from under her skin.

 She crouched slightly and her skin stretched to its maximum as her muscles grew and her hair became longer and more disheveled. “T... Trisha?” Chloe asked uncertainly when she saw the shifter form of the cat girl for the first time, but Trisha didn't answer as she leaped forward at that moment and toward the wooden dolls.

 A flashing blow knocked one of the dolls down and it shattered into a thousand pieces. Chloe immediately raised her hands in front of her face and felt the wood bounce off them. However, her defense was not perfect and some of the splinters flew past her ears. Chloe flinched at the same moment she felt a slight sting on her cheek. Her latex hands touched the spot and her fingers found blood. The young blonde's face immediately turned pale as she realized what kind of situation she was in. This was not a game like in Celine's simulation chamber or in her video game from earlier that day. This was reality. Trisha and she were really in danger. Chloe stumbled back and against the padded wall behind her. With her eyes wide open in panic, she could do nothing but watch as more and more of the wooden dolls squeezed into the room and slowly began to overpower Trisha. One of them managed to grab the shifter's wrist. Trisha immediately struck with her other claw and groaned as two more dolls threw themselves at her. Only her stronger form allowed her to hold her ground, but more and more kept coming. Trisha raised her hands and brought them down in a flash. Four more dolls caught her claws, and this was too much even for Trisha. They threw the catgirl to the ground and she gasped for air as she was buried under the wooden dolls.

 Her muscles twitched as she tried to regain control of her body. “Chloe! Run! Get out of here!” Trisha shouted as she was pinned to the ground. Chloe didn't need to be told twice, and her legs carried her away. She ran faster than she had ever run before. She ran around the pile of wooden dolls, to the door, and sprinted through it.

 Glancing to her right, she saw only a long corridor with countless doors and more dolls rushing toward her. Suddenly, Chloe felt another wave of fear wash over her as she remembered the damn bondage hotel. She quickly turned to her left and promptly bumped into something soft. She stumbled backward and fell to the floor. She looked up and saw a tall woman with long blue hair. Her breasts were enormous and held in place by only a white latex uniform. She wore a black pencil skirt and held a riding crop in her hand, which she twirled playfully. The lower half of her face was hidden under a latex mask, and her blue eyes looked down at Chloe mockingly.

“Ooh, are our patients trying to terminate their treatment prematurely?” the woman asked, and Chloe narrowed her eyes as the voice sounded strangely familiar. However, she couldn't place it. The demonic undertone seemed to be influencing her memories. But before Chloe could waste another thought on the woman in front of her, she jumped up and stumbled backward, only to be grabbed by two wooden dolls. They hooked their arms under hers and lifted Chloe so high that her high heels dangled above the floor.

“Um... I'd like to leave your institution,” Chloe muttered, looking up uncertainly as the director of the asylum studied her with disgust.

“Take her to a single cell and put her in her new uniform,” the director ordered, ignoring Chloe's request. “She is not allowed to continue wearing those rags!”

“RAGS!” Chloe cried indignantly, falling silent when she felt the cane under her chin.

“Quiet. Be glad my dolls are enough to treat you, you horny bitch. I have a... more interesting patient,” said the director, pinching Chloe's cheek. She turned away and went into the cell to Trisha. The heavy door closed with a dull bang, and at the same moment, Chloe was dragged to another cell by the dolls. Her feet slid across the smooth floor, and any struggle was useless in the nurses' grip. They dragged Chloe into an identical cell, and the door closed behind them with a bang, as if by magic.

 The wooden dolls pulled Chloe's hands behind her back, where one of them held them tight. “Let me go, damn it!” Chloe shouted, leaning forward with her whole body. She pulled with all her strength, but her hands might as well have been handcuffed.

 Her courage left her when she realized how strong Trisha must have been to break free again and again and still be overwhelmed. She lowered her head and felt the second doll start to fumble with her blue catsuit. The wooden hands seemed to be looking for a zipper, but they couldn't find one.

How could they? It didn't have one. Chloe thought, fearing that the dolls would tear the suit off her skin and ruin Trisha's wonderful gift. In fact, the hands searched more and more energetically until Chloe felt them examining her neck. The doll was trying to get its fingers between the latex and her skin. Chloe pouted and her lip began to tremble, but something was wrong. She looked up and tried to see what the doll was doing to her neck. The fingers seemed to struggle to get under the latex, and even tearing at it didn't help. Chloe watched in amazement as the suit immediately repaired itself whenever the wooden hands caused a tear. It looked like she was watching an injury heal, only 200,000 times faster. Any progress the dolls made was undone within seconds, and Chloe felt their frustration growing despite their blank faces. The wooden doll trying to rip the suit off her body finally raised its arms in the air as if to say, “Screw this!” and walked out of the cell, only to return shortly after with a bundle of orange latex.

“Hey, hey, hey! We don't have to rush into anything!” Chloe cried in panic, remembering the bondage hotel, but she suddenly fell silent when the wooden doll unfolded the bundle. It was an orange latex straitjacket with a dozen buckles and black straps that rattled softly.

“I mean...”

 Chloe fell silent as her heart began to pound, not out of fear, but out of curiosity. Something in the color of the latex in front of her captivated her eyes, and besides, she had never been allowed to wear a straitjacket before. Not even in the many months she had spent in Celine's workshop. Her colleague Phae always had the honor and was happily turning around in her own embrace. Chloe caught herself repeatedly envying the little angel, but now she would finally get to experience what a straitjacket felt like—and a latex one at that. Chloe swallowed the saliva that had gathered in her mouth, but her face froze when she saw what the wooden doll was still holding in its hand. Metal bands connected to each other, a belt made of heavy steel.

“No... NO, NO, NO!” Chloe cried in panic and fought back against the wooden doll behind her with renewed vigor. In response, it lifted Chloe's arms so that the blonde had to bend forward to avoid hurting herself.

“Please, not a chastity belt! Anything but that!” Chloe cried desperately and groaned as her arms were lifted a little higher to silence her. Before she could protest further, the chastity belt was fastened around her hips. A metal bar was pulled through her crotch and Chloe felt something pressing against her front and back doors. Before the blonde could complain, she was forced to the floor. While the doll holding her arms sat down on her, the other one began to examine her feet, which were still stuck in the futuristic high heels.

Don't tell me she can't get those off either? Chloe thought, turning her head with a groan to risk a glance behind her. And sure enough, she could see the wooden doll struggling with her clothes again, unable to remove her shoes and replace them with murderously high ballet boots. Chloe breathed a sigh of relief and grinned to herself. Those shoes would have been torture for her. Not that the chastity belt wasn't enough. She rolled her eyes and tried to think of something else before she was forced to kneel down. The second doll had given up again, and they now proceeded to put her arms into the sleeves of the straitjacket. Chloe knew immediately that it was tight. Very tight. Although her arms slipped through the latex without any problems, it stretched over her suit and left no room for air. It almost felt as if a vacuum was forming in the sleeves, trapping her hands. Chloe swallowed. Freeing herself from the straitjacket was suddenly just a distant dream, and she didn't even know if it was a dream at all. The wide zipper hadn't been pulled all the way up her back yet, and she was already in love with the feeling. Layer upon layer of unyielding latex, and she was stuck in it. Her thoughts blocked out everything else and her arms moved, seeming to move by themselves through a strap under her breasts. Seconds later, the self-embrace was perfect and impossible to break. Chloe could now hear the clattering of the buckles again and how one strap after another was being tightened. One last strap encircled her neck and secured the zipper at the same time. Finally, the black straps were threaded through her crotch and tightened, driving the chastity belt even deeper.

“Fuck,” Chloe muttered as she was reminded that she was wearing the damn metal and was torn from her dreams.

"Please take it off me. Put me in a straitjacket or whatever you want, but please..." she began, but her words fell on deaf ears. Chloe's gaze slid down her body to the steel around her hips and legs, and a shiver spread across her neck. The lock hanging on the front was thick and secured with an additional latch. Chloe doubted that she could open it with a key, let alone a lock pick, in her current state. Bitterly, she bit her lower lip and looked at the rest of her uniform. Although the orange straitjacket and the blue latex of her suit clashed, Chloe could still see a certain beauty in them, reflected in the light of the padded cell. Under one of the straps directly on her chest, the word “Inmate” was written in large letters, and several D-rings were attached to the sleeves, which the wooden dolls now used to tether her to the rubber walls. Even if the cell door was now open, she would first have to remove these restraints in order to move out of it.

“Thanks for at least giving me enough room to sit,” Chloe said dryly as the dolls attached a final lock and stood in front of her. They seemed to be watching the young blonde, even though they had no eyes. Chloe wasn't exactly reassured by this, but the dolls seemed satisfied, bowed to her, and left the cell.

“Hey! Wait, is that it?” Chloe called after them, and the moment the cell door slammed shut, the pressure in her crotch grew stronger. A second later, the bumps inside the chastity belt began to vibrate, and Chloe's eyes rolled back in her head as her lust completely took control of her body.

“Maybe the belt isn't so bad after aaallllll,” she gasped, her knees beginning to tremble. Chloe sank to the floor and moaned lustfully.

 

Meanwhile, Trisha had been buried under a pile of wooden dolls. When they had started tearing her clothes off, she had done the same to the dolls in return. Only when more of them rushed into the room were they finally able to overpower Trisha and pin her to the floor. “Cowards! Let me go, damn it, or I swear every single one of you will be firewood for the coming winter!” Trisha screamed from beneath the mountains of wood and latex, but none of the dolls seemed to take any notice.

Instead, Trisha sensed a new presence entering the cell and silently looking down at her. Trisha knew immediately that this must be the magician who had taken control of the dollhouse, and in her anger, she didn't even care if it was Celine or Rilliana standing in front of her, playing a joke on her.

“I'm warning you. As soon as I get out of here...”

“You mean if you get out of here...” said a cold voice. It sounded incredibly familiar to Trisha, but she couldn't place it. What's more, it didn't seem 100% human, or it had been magically altered. Every word pierced her ears, and Trisha's instincts told her that a powerful magician stood before her.

“Who's there?” Trisha demanded of the stranger, her voice trembling with rage.

“Your keeper, your mistress, your tormentor,” said the sorceress, her voice making Trisha's stomach churn. She heard a whipping sound and, in an instant, Trisha felt her shifter form being violently terminated.

 Suddenly, the wooden dolls were much heavier than they had been a few seconds ago, and Trisha panted heavily. Fortunately, they got up one after the other, but they continued to hold the shifter tightly. Her already torn clothes were ripped from her body, and Trisha was finally able to catch a glimpse of her captor. Her eyes narrowed as she took in every detail and stored it in her mind. Long blue hair, large breasts, a tight, restrictive latex robe, and a dark aura. No one she knew fit that description, but she furrowed her brow when she saw her counterpart's eyes. A soft blue that didn't fit the situation at all and also seemed familiar to her. However, there was a dark flicker in them that tried to dispel the blue.

“What?” asked the mage, placing one hand on her hip while playing with a riding crop in the other. She didn't like the look the shifter gave her at all.

“Is that you, Kim?”

Kim's mouth fell open in horror and she dropped the riding crop.

“What? How... What?” stammered Kim, who lost her entire dark aura in a split second and her eyes grew as big as plates.

“I must say, your transformation isn't bad. Bigger breasts, blue hair... Of course, the magic itself is supposed to distract from you, but your eyes...“ Trisha muttered as her anger turned to concern, ”Since when did you know magic?”

Kim stumbled away from Trisha, her face turning pale as chalk. Even the flicker in her eyes had stopped.

“That... That's a... secret!” stammered Kim, who was suddenly the shy girl again, seeking refuge from the big, dangerous city.

“Since when, Kim? Or are you no longer in control of your senses? Does Celine know about this?” Trisha asked, slowly feeling the puppets let go of her. But she didn't dare jump up or, worse, attack Kim. “Kim! Talk to me!” Trisha cried as Kim turned away, collapsing in a trembling heap. At the same time, she covered her face with one hand while the other clawed at her chest. Trisha watched as Kim's transformation disappeared step by step.

The woman in front of her grew smaller and her blue hair turned blonde.

“I... ugh! Mistress, please, she’s a friend. Please!” Kim cried, and Trisha could see tears flowing from under Kim’s hand.

 Kim looked at her, and for a moment Trisha could see a smile too, but it disappeared a second later. In its place appeared a grimace that began to laugh maniacally. At the same time, Kim's hair turned blue again and she grew in size. The blue eyes disappeared behind the black flames until they were pitch black.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA! Not bad, Trisha, you almost had me there!” Kim shouted, standing up. The shy Kim had disappeared behind a dark aura again, and just as Trisha was about to jump up, she was grabbed and pushed back to the ground.

“What did you do to Kim?” Trisha asked calmly after realizing that there was no escape from the dolls.

“But Trisha, dear... I'm Kim!”

“Don't lie to me!”

The corners of Kim's mouth twisted in disgust and her hands ran through her hair. They left horns growing out of her head with pointed ends. Shadowy wings grew out of her back and seemed to suck all the light out of the cell. Trisha's mouth became as thin as a line as all the feelings she thought she had left behind in the past boiled up inside her.

“Jinara...”

“That's right, Trisha... did you miss me?”

“No,” Trisha said bitterly, clenching her teeth, “I can see that. Rilliana didn't kill you.”

“Admittedly, it was close,” said Jinara, using Kim's voice and mouth, which made the catgirl furious.

“Let Kim go, and I promise you I'll finish what Rilliana started.”

"Yeah, sure, Trisha. I've been waiting 800 years for my big comeback and then you're going to defeat me? Don't be ridiculous. Even if I let you, I doubt you could hurt a hair on my head,“ said Jinara, laughing scornfully. ”No... just like before, you'll be my little private prisoner, but this time for the rest of your life..."

Jinara snapped her fingers and the dolls forced Trisha's legs into an orange latex suit. It clung to her body like a second skin. Trisha immediately noticed that it was perfectly tailored to her body. It even had an opening for her tail. The wooden dolls held her with an iron grip and locked Trisha into the latex suit. Except for her head, her tail, and her hands, she was now completely covered by it. Trisha looked down at her body in disgust and read her name on her chest.

“Tzz,” she said, looking up, “Don't get too cocky with your old tricks. I'll get out of here faster than you think, and I'll throw you back into the hell you crawled out of!”

“That's the whole joke, Trisha. I can't go back. But you can stay here.”

Jinara waved to her dolls, who pulled Trisha to her feet. The wooden dolls pushed her back against the wall. Trisha could hear machines behind her starting to whir and hiss. Glancing behind her, she could see a steel ring forming, with heavy shackles that were undoubtedly meant for her arms and legs. Her hands were the first to be enclosed in them, and they felt like clamps being pressed tightly around her wrists. Her ankles followed, and in the next moment she was hanging in the middle of the metal ring, staring down at Jinara.

“Now what?” Trisha asked in a trembling voice as the dolls finally let go of her.

“24/7 torture for you, Shifter, until you beg me to release you,” Jinara said, pressing a few buttons on a tablet. Immediately, Trisha's restraints tightened and she was stretched uncomfortably. She groaned as her body began to rebel, but the pulling stopped before it became too painful. Trisha breathed a sigh of relief, but it caught in her throat when something pressed against her crotch. She looked down and saw a vibrator. It had come out of the ring and was now pressed firmly against her crotch.

“No... You wouldn't dare...”

“Oh. Yes, have fun, and don't even think about escaping. For the next... months? Years? Oh, it doesn't matter anymore in here, hahahahahaha!” Jinara laughed and picked up the whip before striking Trisha's breasts hard with it. Trisha's eyes closed and she clenched her teeth to keep from making a sound.

“How about 999 more of those?” Jinara asked as the vibrator began to vibrate at full power.

“Fuck me!”

“Don't worry, Trisha. It won't be long before you'll be begging for it!”

 

Chloe couldn't think straight, couldn't even stand upright. All she could do was crawl around on the floor in frustration and moan loudly. The vibrations in her crotch prevented her from orgasming and kept turning off just before she was about to climax. The chastity belt prevented her from pleasuring herself, even though that was an impossible feat anyway. Her arms were still bound in the straitjacket, and none of the straps seemed to have loosened even slightly. “Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” Chloe muttered as saliva ran down the corners of her mouth and dripped onto the soft floor. Frustrated, she kicked against the latex jacket, but as before, she found that her arms wouldn't move and were stuck under her breasts as if cast in lead. “What the hell is this place! I want to come, but this fucking belt! It must be cursed or something!” Chloe cursed and rolled back and forth on the floor.

 The metal links that chained her to the wall wrapped around her body, tightening the restraints even further. In response, Chloe became even hornier, but at the same time, the vibration in the belt subsided, leaving her even more frustrated.

“Damn magic!” Chloe screamed, stamping her feet on the floor like a defiant child in a tantrum. “I... I have to get out of here and get someone to unlock me! I can't take this anymore, I have to...”

Chloe looked around the cell, but the heavy door in front of her was as unreachable as before. Not that she had any hope of being able to open it at all.

“First I have to... oh damn...” she muttered as she cleared her head and the vibrations increased again at that moment, “Haaaaa! First the chains... Now! Please... FUUUUUUUCK!”

Once again, she was left frustrated, without having reached orgasm, but her thoughts quickly reassembled themselves. Before the belt could launch another major assault on her crotch, she stood up on her wobbly legs. She looked at the chains that bound her to the wall and hoped that she could at least free herself from them. Chloe carefully turned around so that the chains were stretched across her entire upper body. She began to pull and moan at the same time as the chains pressed into her body, but she gritted her teeth and braced her legs against the wall. With all the strength in her legs, she pulled against the restraints, and suddenly she felt something give way. A loud rattle and the sound of metal bursting echoed in her rubber cell, and she flew forward onto the floor. Chloe rolled over the soft padding and came to a stop, her eyes spinning. Behind her, her escape attempt had torn away the padding from the wall, taking with it a large section of sheet metal. Chloe blinked in surprise and began to grin when she saw a ventilation duct behind the sheet metal wall that led who knows where. However, she didn't want to wait and miss this opportunity. As the belt began to work on her crotch again, she carefully climbed into the ventilation duct, the chains dragging behind her.

“I feel like a spy!” Chloe laughed and looked down at herself, “like a sexy tied-up spy, hehehe.”

Chloe crawled forward over the sheet metal, breathing heavily because she still couldn't use her arms. Just as she was about to turn a corner, something pulled on her jacket behind her. Glancing back, she saw that the chains had caught in the duct. Chloe rolled her eyes. She positioned her legs in a branch and braced herself against it again. There was a loud crack throughout the shaft and the chain links on her jacket gave way.

“Lucky!”

They fell clattering onto the ventilation shaft, and Chloe crawled forward with a broad grin, pushing herself forward with her legs and sliding her arms over the metal. Dust and old cobwebs were stirred up, covering her latex skin and tangling in her blonde hair.

“Oh no. Not again...” Chloe cursed, her legs pressing against each other as the belt began to torment her again, only to leave her unsatisfied.

“I really hope I can get this thing off quickly... Oh fuck! Damn it! Who came up with this piece of junk?! If I get my hands on that director, I'll...”

Chloe fell silent when she heard a whimper echoing through the tunnels.

“Is that Trisha?” she asked herself quietly, trying to crawl toward the whimpering sound. Finally, she saw a ventilation grate at the end of a duct, behind which she could clearly hear Trisha. Chloe awkwardly turned around in the duct and slid on her bottom toward the grate. Fortunately, Trisha seemed to be alone. Chloe took a running start and kicked the metal with all her strength, which gave way immediately. She crawled out and shook herself to get rid of the dust and cobwebs. Only when she heard whimpering again did she look up and freeze. In front of her, Trisha was trapped in a huge steel structure. Her body was encased in a latex prison uniform and her normally flowing tail hung limply behind her. Her eyes were cloudy and her breathing shallow and rapid. Chloe was about to ask what had happened to her when she saw a huge vibrator pressed deep into Trisha's crotch, working her relentlessly.

“Trisha! I'm here! Can you walk or...” Chloe shouted, standing in front of a control panel with various settings for Trisha.

At that moment, Trisha's breathing quickened, but before she could come, her restraints lit up yellow and she screamed in pain and frustration.

“Trisha!”

The shifter looked up. Her glassy eyes studied Chloe from head to toe and she nodded weakly.

“Finally, you're here... I've been waiting so long...” she whispered, and Chloe blinked in confusion.

“Long? We've only been in here for three hours at most.”

“Different time for me...” Trisha muttered, and Chloe saw her face turn red again. “Please turn it off before AAAAAAAH!”

Once again, Trisha was prevented from orgasm by a heavy electric shock, and she let her head hang down.

“I'll get you out of there right now!”

“No! Turn off the power and... run... run away...” stammered Trisha, and Chloe didn't understand what she meant.

“But we can escape together if I...”

“We can't get out of here, not without... Please, Chloe, I can't hold on much longer.”

Chloe nodded and leaned forward to operate the tablet with her nose. Instead of releasing Trisha's restraints, she only turned off the electric shocks. However, the program was still set to deny Trisha an orgasm. For a moment, Chloe felt bad that Trisha now had to endure the same thing she had, but as Trisha's eyes rolled back in her head and she became more and more frustrated, Chloe had another idea.

“Wait, what did you mean by ‘run away’?” Chloe asked, but Trisha didn't answer. Her whole body tensed, and at first Chloe thought she was changing back into her shifter form, but something was different. Trisha's hair grew even longer than before, and her muscles stretched her skin to the limit.

 Chloe backed away. She even thought she saw Trisha's teeth grow into razor-sharp weapons. The steel structure groaned and the clamps holding Trisha in place began to crack. “Trisha?” Chloe asked cautiously, and the shifter's head turned toward her with lightning speed.

Her pupils had turned into slits and she looked down at Chloe with hatred.

“Oh shit...” whispered Chloe as she understood what Trisha had meant. She turned toward the door, which opened at that moment and a cheerful but cold voice filled the room.

“Trisha, it's time for your daily...” said the director, who had grown horns and had now developed jet-black eyes. The blonde noticed them immediately, and the director noticed Chloe right away.

“What are you doing outside your...” She fell silent again as the clamps behind Chloe burst and Trisha's claws tore through the steel as if it were paper.

 The director's eyes widened and Chloe took the opportunity to rush past her and run away. One doll after another came towards her, but they weren't interested in Chloe. She glanced back and saw the director running after her. Her horns had disappeared and her eyes had changed color back to normal. Her face was filled with panic, and in the next moment, Chloe saw why. Wood chips and metal flew out of Trisha's cell like from a shredder. The dolls seemed powerless against the creature that was once Trisha. Another wooden doll entered the room and was immediately thrown against the wall. Splinters flew in all directions as a black shadow pursued it. Trisha was now standing in the hallway behind them. The latex catsuit hung in shreds from her body and she was breathing as if she had just run a marathon. She looked up with a crazed look and bared her teeth when she saw Chloe and the director fleeing in front of her. Immediately, an icy coldness gripped Chloe's heart and fear spread through her body like an explosion. Her legs gave way beneath her and she stumbled as the principal passed her. Chloe's vision blurred as Trisha leaned forward and rushed toward her. She grabbed Chloe, but the force sent them both flying down the hallway, where they collided with the Mage. At that moment, a blinding light blinded Chloe and she felt herself and Trisha rolling across a hard floor. She heard rapid footsteps and then the light was gone. Chloe found herself lying on the floor, Trisha towering over her, looking down at her with sharp teeth. Madness was written all over her face.

“Trisha, please don't...” Chloe gasped as the shifter opened her mouth and a hiss escaped her throat. Chloe closed her eyes and then... silence. Something rough and wet touched Chloe's nose and she cautiously opened her eyes. Trisha was still pinning her to the floor, but her features had calmed down. Her hair and eyes were still wild, but instead of biting Chloe, she licked her nose. Chloe looked at her in amazement and a weight lifted from her heart as Trisha began to tremble and collapsed on top of her.

“That was close... too close...” Chloe murmured, her head tilting to one side.

 

A few minutes later, Chloe stood in Celine's living room while Trisha sat gloomily at the table next to them with a blanket over her back.

“Wait, what happened?” Celine asked, frowning as she freed Chloe from the straitjacket.

“We were locked in this dollhouse and there was a magician who was torturing Trisha and... I think she can explain it better...” Chloe reported, nodding to the shifter who had her head resting on her hands.

“Sis?” Celine asked.

Trisha looked up but shook her head. Chloe could see from her expression that she was ashamed.

“Shifter madness...” Celine murmured, stroking Trisha's shoulder sympathetically.

“Excuse me?” Chloe asked, stretching as she was freed from the orange straitjacket.

“A kind of bloodlust as a last resort. When shifters are seriously injured or overstrained and then transform into their shifter form, they can be overwhelmed by the power. They then attack everything until the transformation ends or... they die...” Celine explained.

“Like a werewolf? But Trisha stopped when...”

“At least that's how it used to be... When we both arrived here and Rilliana finally found us again, she took us to a doctor to get vaccinated. Thanks to that, Trisha still retains some of her sanity and stopped attacking you when she recognized your scent as friendly.”

“Otherwise...” Chloe began, swallowing as she realized how close she had come to death.

“I'm really sorry... I... I... I don't know what happened, but...” Trisha said, but she was interrupted.

“Wait! What do you mean you don’t remember? The dollhouse? The director? Those wooden dolls and…” Chloe said, but Trisha shook her head.

“A side effect of the whole thing… But whatever happened to us in there… it was good that we escaped.”

Chloe nodded hesitantly, even though she wasn't happy with the method, and thought of the headmistress.

“I wonder who the sorceress was...”

“It wasn't me, and it worries me that an unknown sorceress is committing atrocities on my land with my friends and family,” said Celine, kneeling down to take a closer look at the chastity belt.

At that moment, it started vibrating again and Chloe groaned loudly. She tried to stop her legs from shaking, but it was a losing battle.

“Please make it stop,” Chloe begged, and Celine glanced up at Chloe's face with concern.

“Um... I have bad news and worse news,” she whispered, and Chloe looked down in disbelief.

“That belt is mmmh mine and mmmh I've already missed it,” Celine began.

“What do you mean? You made it and lost it!?!?”

“Yeah... And that's the problem... I forged it from three magical metals. One from heaven, one from hell, and one from here. I found them shortly after I met Ifry and Phaelyn.”

“Cool! Then let's just ask them how to open the belt.”

“Only the person who put it on you can do that, and it wasn't any of us. Ifry and Phae can't just destroy it either... the other metal would burn their skin...”

Chloe stared at her in disbelief.

“Why on earth would you forge a chastity belt out of metals that hurt angels and demons? Shouldn’t it be made into swords or something?”

“It depends on the mixture. That was my first attempt and... I have a few more that would just cause an annoying tingling sensation for the two of them,” Celine explained, rubbing the back of her head.

“I also have an annoying tingling sensation in my crotch,” Chloe muttered, closing her eyes as she was once again so close to orgasm but didn't get it.

“And magic? Simple lock picking?”

Celine shook her head.

“It could make everything worse...”

“Great... Now I have to wear this thing for the rest of my life.”

Trisha cleared her throat.

“But at least you get to wear the latex suit for the rest of your life too.”

Chloe didn't know whether to cry or laugh, but what she did know was that she definitely wanted to strangle Trisha.

 

“I can't do this! I don't want this anymore!”

“But all the power I'm giving you...”

“What power? You left me alone with Trisha! Because of you, she freaked out and almost killed Chloe and me! So what power? The power to torture my friends? To lock up my own sister?”

“You said yourself that she thinks too much about sex and needs to be punished.”

“No... you whispered that in my ear! Just like I left Luke and hurt all those people and Ava was supposed to be eaten by the snake and Summer and... I don't want this anymore! I want my life back! I want Luke and...”

At that moment, a twitch ran through Kim's body. The crystal she was trying to tear from her chest grew hot, and Kim felt its power take over her entire body. Her limbs no longer obeyed her will, and her thoughts became clouded. Her mistress had taken possession of her and locked her mind in a tiny cell. A small window was all she had to look out.