It took a full day to install Charity in the Promontory. Each of Charity's five new leashes (from her wrists, ankles, and the top of her head) were passed through appropriately sized channels in the rock of the cave where she would dwell. Deep inside the stone, springs, pulleys and capstans controlled the extent to which the chains move, thus controlling Charity's freedom within her space.
Luckily, a clever web of supports hanging from above, carried much of the load of the heavy chains, and allowed Charity to move about without too much trouble. She could climb into a nice, cozy nest when she wanted to sleep. She could maneuver her way to a narrow chasm to eliminate her waste. She could step down into a cool stream that flowed out of the cave to bathe or soak.
Of course, all the chain leashes prevented her from reaching any of the walls. She could walk towards the opening of the cave, but was stopped well back from the entrance. Indeed, several days were spent drilling heavy metal bars vertically and horizontally across the opening - their ends buried deep in the stone. Empusa then used a bit of magic to harden the grid until it was a single seamless, impenetrable gate.
It was commonly believed that the power of the Source Witch is in her extreme need for physical human contact. So, every effort was made with the understanding that no one would ever pass the gate again. There was no door.
Of course, there was one point of human contact that Charity would still enjoy. On one wall of the cave, holes were provided where a sufficiently sized breast could be squeezed. Those whose calling was to be wet nurses were employed. They entered the Promontory at an alternative entrance and pressed themselves against the holes.
Charity could not touch them with her hands. She had to approach to the greatest extent allowed by her chains and then lean forward, letting the chains take her weight. The engineering was so precise that only Charity's nose and lips could achieve the range necessary to nurse.
When it was time for Charity to be used as a Source Witch, the capstans would be turned and the leashing chains would shorten, forcing Charity to move so she was facing out the entrance of the cave. Her arms would be pulled up and out and her legs stretched apart until her body was lifted from the floor of the cave in an extreme spread eagle, leaving her with no wiggle room at all.
Then Killdoll would be used to excite Charity to the very extreme precipice of physical arousal where her brain could function no more than to send her body instructions to writhe (which the chains prevented from ever happening). She would be left in this state for hours as Empusa performed her great feats of magic, transforming the people of her queendom. Her belt would shine like a beacon out the mouth of the cave - its blue light visible far out at sea.
Surprisingly, Charity was not particularly distressed by any of this at all. Her life was dictated by a powerful reward system. Any simple pleasure, such as a nap or a splash in the water, or a brief oral stimulation and a full stomach brought her such happiness that she began to forget about how small her subset of simple pleasures was compared to those available to any other normal woman.
When she heard the capstans start to turn in the walls and her leashing chains began to shorten, she would begin to shake with a thrill of arousal. Although she never tripped over the precipice of orgasm, her extreme, extended existence at the very edge became the ultimate point of pleasure where she would, literally, float in a timeless ecstasy.
One of the first presentations of magic that Empusa performed after Charity had been installed as the new Source Witch involved (tick), the groomer who had helped Charity escape the menagerie the year before. She had been wrapped in a strict harness of chains. The harness had been attached to a larger web of chains that spanned the area of a six foot diameter ring. (tick) was held tightly with her arms stretched up past her head and her legs held wide in an upside down Y.
(tick)'s ring was rolled up to the Promontory where Charity could see. Killdoll was stroked to orgasm and Charity tightened in her chains, shining brightly with arousal. Empusa spoke a powerful incantation drawing from the magic that Charity sourced and slowly (tick)'s flesh began to transform. Her skin turned gray first, then began to shine with a mirrored finish. Her features froze, reflecting a look of sheer terror.
After the spell was complete, Empusa approached (tick) and rapped her knuckles on her abdomen creating a ringing hollow metallic sound. She explained to the crowd gathered in the amphitheater to watch that (tick)'s loyalty to the Source Witch made her the perfect candidate to forever guard their new treasure. Everything that made (tick) a sentient being was now forever bound within her metal body and she would watch over the area, unblinking, forever more.
The ring with (tick) held inside was raised high above the entrance to the Promontory and left to slowly sway in the wind through the days and months and years going forward.
Charity, of course, understood none of this as she was totally blissed out on endorphins and incapable of understanding any form of human language anymore.
Next, Empusa began to work on her transformational skills. Her very first attempt to create a faerie after installing Charity was an incredible success. When she threw the newly transformed faerie into the air, not only did she fly immediately and with great confidence, but she even emitted a pleasant glowing light as she made a track across the evening sky.
Soon Empusa was making all kinds of transformations - pony girls with pony parts, hybrid cat girls that were not hairless and ugly. Members of Empusa's Queendom with all variety of callings were being satisfied. New creatures were flying through the skies and running through the forests. Rituals were held often and the evening's transformees would wait in a cage-like area for their turn to be transformed by Empusa. Some evenings went so well for Empusa that she even drafted individuals from the general crowd if the candidate pool in the cage was empty. Some citizens found that Empusa was "learning" an individual's calling before the individual did.
At some point a crazed citizen ran up to the gate protecting Charity from human contact. She threw a dagger at Charity which was luckily deflected by a chain and fell harmlessly to the ground. Charity was busy splashing in the stream of water and did not even notice.
No one knows what happened to the assassin, but it is said that the sewage system in the nearby town suddenly improved vastly.
Empusa decided that a second outer grid of bars needed to be established to protect the Source Witch from attacks. She no longer allowed women to get a close look at Charity and began a campaign explaining how incredibly dangerous a Source Witch is. Indeed, by this time, Charity was well known to be the undisputed, greatest Source Witch of all time.
And so it was... during the hardening of the new secondary gate that something strange occurred...
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Charity was held stretched out taut and on the very edge of orgasm, maximally blissed out when suddenly there was a blinding white flash followed by the sound of a gentle breeze blowing through an infinite field of wind chimes.
Charity collapsed on the floor of her cave, suddenly totally unrestrained. She was finally able to writhe as her brain commanded, but by the time she did she had already dropped too far away from the edge of orgasm to claw her way back.
