The Undying Witch's Eternal Cage

Elise remembered pushing the corpse off her with disappointment, not even using magic, just dusting off her skirt and leaving the lair that had once "captured" her. And that perverted lord of the human empire, Elise had packaged herself as a slave and delivered herself, kneeling on the ground begging him to treat her like a dog. That man indeed had some skills, playing with all sorts of torture devices for a full forty years. The Undying Witch truly believed she would forever be a happy bitch. But what was the result? When that once majestic master turned into a shriveled old man lying in bed, incontinent and unable to even lift a whip, Elise felt nothing but a deep sense of betrayal. "Human lifespans are truly too short." That was Elise's only thought as she left the lord's castle. No matter how cruelly she was played with, no matter how miserably she cried out, a calm voice deep within Elise's heart always reminded her. "This is just a game. I can kill them all whenever I want, and if I'm willing to wait, they will all grow old and die, while I remain eternally young." This absolute sense of security was the greatest killer of pleasure. It was like an indestructible wall, blocking Elise's path to the peak of ecstasy. "I need a situation... that I myself cannot control." Elise's fingers gently traced the mirror, a spark of madness gradually igniting in her eyes. "Not the helplessness faked with 'acting,' but true, physical powerlessness." The witch turned towards the private alchemy table in the corner of the room, her steps graceful and alluring. Her bare jade feet made soft "pat-pat" sounds on the floor, each step causing a dizzying sway of her breasts and hips, those two mounds of snow-white flesh. Elise no longer needed to chant spells. As her slender fingers danced, magic outlined several intricate metallic ring structures in the air. This was the "Ultimate Toy" Elise had conceived for a long time – the "Limb Seal Ring: Anti-Magic Modification." Elise had considered similar devices before, but they had flaws and couldn't satisfy her. This time, she had a new, perfect idea. Once this ring was worn, the limbs would be forcibly stored in subspace, disappearing physically. The most crucial design of this version was the embedded "Mana Circuit Interruption" rune at its core. As long as the limbs were sealed, the connection between the host and the mana source would be completely severed. In other words, once this was worn, the world-destroying great witch Elise would instantly transform into a mortal meat lump, without hands, without feet, and without any magic. "If I become a cripple who can't even move a finger, and my magic is cut off..." Elise licked her dry lips, imagining the helpless scene of powerlessness, and an irrepressible heat surged in her lower abdomen, a sensation she hadn't felt in a long time. "Then I'll have nothing to do but spread my legs and drool... Hehehe..." But this was not enough. Merely becoming a human stump and lying on the ground was too comfortable. Elise didn't need pleasure; she needed punishment, she needed pain. She needed that suffocating feeling that squeezed all the air out of her lungs. This was also a form of play Elise had once enjoyed. However, while ordinary people would be hanged to death in just ten minutes, for Elise, it was merely a way to enjoy herself, because the Undying Witch could not be killed this way. The former Elise could break free from restraints with magic at any time, making it impossible to experience true despair and the feeling of death. This time, Elise recalled that past hanging experience. If it could be combined with a perfect seal, it would be a truly near-death enjoyment. Soon, Elise added a crude noose next to the blueprint, along with the recently developed "Mana Vibrator: Model III," which possessed an infinite power source. This would be a perfect closed loop. Her neck would be suspended in the air by the rope, with no support beneath her feet. Inside her, a machine that would never stop would churn frantically. And the great Undying Witch would have no hands to untie the rope, no feet to support her body, and no magic to destroy the mechanism. "As for the safe word..." Elise paused her fingers in the air as she wrote the rules for the magic circle. Normally, such a high-risk solo restraint would require a voice unlock or a set time, such as "automatically unlock after three days." This was the safety baseline. But the next second, Elise looked at her proud reflection in the mirror. On that stunningly beautiful face, the corners of her mouth curled into a contemptuous and lewd smile. "I don't need such cowardly things." "I'm immortal anyway." Most importantly, with a safe word, how could she experience that ultimate pleasure of being on the verge of death and unable to escape?

Today, I am going to craft shackles to imprison a "demigod." "If the materials are too fragile and I accidentally break them, wouldn't that be too disappointing?" Elise murmured to herself with a charming, seductive smile, picking up a piece of black iron. Magic danced at Elise's fingertips, the instantaneous high temperature melting the hard metal into a liquid state. A fervent light flickered in Elise's deep purple eyes as she controlled the molten iron, shaping it in the air. It gradually transformed into four heavy, cold metal rings, intricately carved with runes. These were no ordinary ornaments. The inner surfaces of the rings were deliberately polished to an extreme smoothness, ensuring they would adhere tightly to the skin once worn, leaving not a single gap. On the outer surfaces, Elise meticulously inscribed ancient runes, one by one, with curses named "Absolute Prohibition" and "Spatial Banishment." As the final rune took shape, the four rings emitted a dull hum, like the guttural growl of some ravenous beast. Elise extended a delicate finger and lightly tapped one of the leg rings. "Ding—" A crisp sound echoed in the empty room. With just a touch, Elise could feel the terrifying suppressive force contained within the ring. It was a "poison" specifically designed to target the magical circuits within her body. "Haa..." Imagining the sensation of this cold metal encasing her warm thighs, Elise's legs involuntarily clenched. The soft flesh of her inner thighs rubbed together, producing a delicate and decadent "shasha" sound. A warm flow of arousal trickled down again along the still-damp traces, dripping onto Elise's exquisite, fair feet. This perverse sense of "crafting her own cage to bind herself" made Elise's nipples ache with hardness. But this was not enough. Sealing her limbs was only the first step. Elise still needed the core item that would keep her "sober" through endless ages. Turning around, Elise took three extremely rare magic crystals from the shelf. These were power cores capable of self-charging and never depleting. Normally, treasures of this caliber were used to power massive war golems or even floating cities. Just a few of them could enable an entire city to fly perpetually without falling. And now, the great undead sorceress had decided to use them in a place too shameful to mention. Magic surged once more. The first crystal was encased in soft, bio-synthetic silicone, gradually elongating and thickening, finally solidifying into a pink behemoth of astonishing size. It was covered in meticulously designed protrusions and threads, each one precisely corresponding to the most sensitive folds within her cunt. To prevent it from slipping out during the long "game," Elise had also specially designed an anchor-like expansion structure at its base. Once inserted, unless she actively repelled it with magic, this thing would embed itself like a parasite, firmly lodged at her cervix. Next came the second crystal, a deep purple color exuding an aura of depravity. This one was even thicker than the pink one, with a rounded bulb at the tip, designed specifically to explore the shameful anus she rarely touched. Its surface lacked intricate patterns, possessing only an absolute sense of volume. Its purpose was to violently stretch open that tight passage, bringing continuous foreign body sensation and fullness, transforming the urge to defecate into a twisted pleasure. Finally, the third crystal was shaped into a long, deep-throat gag. Both ends were connected by sturdy leather straps, and the semi-transparent shaft in the middle was designed to be extremely long, capable of forcibly pressing down her tongue and thrusting directly into the depths of her esophagus. This would not only induce a continuous swallowing reflex and physiological tearing but also completely seal her mouth, preventing her from uttering even a single complete plea for mercy, leaving her only with muffled whimpers.

Elise walked to the center of the magic circle, ready to set the "game time." But the witch's fingers paused in the air for a moment. If she were being rational, now would be the time to set up a failsafe mechanism, such as "automatically disengage after three days" or "automatically disengage upon detecting life-threatening danger." After all, this set of tight, inescapable restraints was designed to utterly break a person. But... If she didn't seal off all escape routes, what would be the difference from those childish games of the past? "If I mess up, at worst I'll just be hung up for a few decades." Elise looked at her flushed face and hazy eyes in the mirror, at this perfect body that was born to be played with and manipulated by any means, and let out a soft laugh, not considering it a big deal at all. Thousands of years of experience had made the immortal witch's thought process completely different from that of ordinary people. "Well, I can't die anyway, this is just an entertainment game." "And... if the ropes suddenly came loose when I was lost in ecstasy, wouldn't that be a real buzzkill?" Arrogance ultimately triumphed over reason, or rather, Elise, blinded by desire, simply disdained any so-called "accidents." Soon, Elise made a move that would determine her future fate. With a gentle wave of her arm, she erased all the safety runes related to automatic disengagement from the magic circle, replacing them with an absolutely rigid ironclad rule with no room for maneuver. The seal and restraints could only be broken when the body was intact and high-level magic was infused. This was a vicious cycle: to break free, one needed intact limbs and magic, but while bound, one had neither limbs nor magic. It was an unsolvable knot. Unless an outsider broke in to save her, Elise would never be able to break free through her own power. But this was precisely what Elise wanted. Watching the golden law shimmer and integrate into the air, an unprecedented tremor surged through the witch's heart. It was the dizzying sensation of standing on the edge of a cliff and willingly letting go of one's hands at that very moment. "There's no turning back now, Elise." The witch whispered to herself in the mirror, her voice hoarse and trembling with extreme excitement. "Cannot see, cannot speak, cannot move... I'm going to become a complete beast, only capable of climaxing..." Elise turned around, her bare jade feet stepping one by one towards the execution platform prepared specifically for her.

With no hands to relieve the pressure on her neck, no feet to find purchase on the ground. Gravity, a tireless tyrant, yanked the witch's plump buttocks down with all its might, all the weight now concentrated on that rough hemp rope. "Mmm... mmmph..." Elise's eyes rolled back, broken whimpers escaping her throat. As her magical vision vanished, Elise, blindfolded, was plunged into the eternal night brought by the blindfold. In this silent darkness, her previously dispersed senses were instantly amplified to an infinite degree. Elise could clearly feel the gag, deep in her esophagus, pressing against the root of her tongue with every breath, forcing her to secrete more saliva. She could also feel the enormous purple sphere in her rear, ruthlessly stretching her sphincter, ramming and crashing within this unviolated sanctuary with every sway of her body. Even more, she could feel the furiously throbbing pink demon at her cervix, churning the witch's remaining sanity into mush at a rate of hundreds of times per second. "(Ah... this is... a realm mortals can absolutely not endure...)" Even in this near-death suffocation, Elise's heart was filled with a twisted ecstasy and arrogance. She didn't feel pathetic in her current state. Instead, she saw it as an "art" transcending the mundane, believing this game was an absolutely correct choice. Imagine, a peerless witch with infinite lifespan, standing at the pinnacle of the world, now voluntarily breaking her wings, severing her limbs, sealing her magic, and hanging from a hook like the most lowly slab of meat, at the mercy of these soulless alchemical machines. This immense contrast, this blasphemous feeling of dragging a god from its altar and trampling it into the mud, made Elise's very marrow boil. "(Can't move... really can't move...)" "(I'm a limbless stump now...)" "(Can't do anything... Ahh...!)" Elise tried to writhe her hips, the only movement she could manage now. But it was not only useless, it was like begging the void for pleasure. Elise writhed helplessly in mid-air like a fish pulled from water, her enticing hip and buttock curves exposed. Each twist caused the rope around her neck to rotate, the rough fibers fiercely abrading her tender skin, stealing more oxygen. The extreme lack of oxygen gradually caused colorful spots to appear in her darkened vision. Endorphins surged, merging with the continuous pleasure from her nether regions, forming a tsunami powerful enough to shatter the soul. "Mmm! Mmmph mmmph—!!!" In this deserted bedchamber, in this world of absolute darkness, Elise welcomed her first orgasm after becoming a limbless stump. This time, with no limbs to distract her, all the pleasure was like a caged beast, rampaging only within this incomplete torso. Elise wanted to tense her toes, only to realize she had no feet. She wanted to clench her fists to distract herself, but found she had no hands to feel that normally ordinary sense of strength. This feeling of "strength with nowhere to vent" became a supreme aphrodisiac. The immortal witch could now only convulse violently, her abdominal muscles spasming wildly. The flesh within her cunt clenched tightly around the vibrating silicone rod. Large amounts of arousal fluid, unhindered by her thighs, shamefully sprayed directly onto the floor, making clear "drip, drip" sounds.

But there was no stool beneath her, and she had no legs. Only air beneath her buttocks. Elise was now an amputee doll, livestock, unable to do anything to change her situation other than writhe her torso. "Mmm?! Mmm mmm!!" Elise began to panic. This was the first time since entering this game that she had felt the emotion called "panic." This panic was not due to pleasure, but due to loss of control. The witch desperately writhed her body, like a worm pinned to a cutting board. However, this violent struggle not only failed to loosen the knots in the slightest, but the movement of her body caused the gag inserted into her esophagus to push deeper, triggering a series of violent retching. "Gag—mm mmm—!!" Tears instantly streamed out, blocked by the blindfold, accumulating in her eye sockets, making the darkness even more viscous. "(No... no... how could this happen...)" "(I want out... I'm not playing anymore... Stop it... Just stop it!!!)" Elise roared madly in her mind, trying to find the "switch" that could stop all of this. As the "designer" of this game, she must have left a backdoor, right? There must be one, even if only to prevent accidents, there would be an emergency stop spell. Elise's brain began to spin wildly, searching her millennia-old memory bank for the setup details of this magic circle. The memory images rapidly rewound, finally freezing at the moment before the "game" began. The herself, flushed and with fervent eyes, standing before the alchemy table, looking at the runes representing the safety mechanism. Then, the arrogant herself, with a contemptuous smile, waved her hand gently. The memory overlapped with reality. The non-existent safety rune was replaced by the ironclad rule that now seemed like a curse. "Only when the body is intact and high-level magic is infused can it be解除." "Boom—" It was as if a thunderclap exploded in her mind. Elise stopped struggling. In that instant, her body stiffened like a stone, and only the three machines humming within her reminded her that this was not a dream. "(No... no backdoor...)" "(It was... I deleted it myself...)" An unprecedented chill surged from the soles of her non-existent feet to the crown of her head. This cold even surpassed the heat in her lower body and the pain of suffocation. This was an emotion that Elise, in her long life of three thousand years, had not felt for a long time, yet it felt so foreign. Its name was—fear. "Mmm—!!!!" Elise opened her mouth wide, wanting to scream, wanting to call for help, wanting to shout the non-existent safe word. But the thick, long deep throat gag mercilessly blocked all of Elise's sounds. The desperate cry, finally reaching the air, only turned into a low, muffled whimper that still sounded like she was in heat. At this moment, the undead witch finally realized what a foolish, what a fatal mistake she had made. This was never a "game of free control" from the beginning. This was a life sentence without end that she had planned for herself.