A good long spanking before exiting

The mage hands decided to get a little creative with their helpless victims. The mage hands rush off to acquire a second set of rope from Diana’s gear, and in short order and to their surprise Tyra and Diana each quickly find their feet lashed tightly to one of the plinths, positioned on their knees with their face leaning on the floor. It doesn’t take very long for them to discover the reason why.

As the mage hands get themselves situated, within a few short minutes there is a popping suction noise in the air as they pass their spell duration and blink out of existence. Almost immediately though, the faint hum of arcane magic becomes audible and a new set of mage hands gets summoned to pick up where the previous left off: The mage hands tied them so close to the plinths that every time the mage hands are spent Tyra and Diana’s proximity immediately triggers the trap anew.

The mage hands make good use of their lengthened - essentially permanent - duration. With their bare asses so invitingly pointes up in the air the mage hands proceed to give the pair of unfortunate adventurers a prolonged spanking, until their buttcheeks are red with handprints. Incorporeal they may be, their touch is certainly felt, and both women softly muffle protest with each echoeing slap.

For variation the mage hands alternate between spanking and groping, extensively fondling and pinching their way around their naked victims’ bodies, including some prolonged activity in between their legs, though constantly keeping orgasm just out of reach - to some (deeply surpressed and ashamed) frustration.

Luckily for them they’re not **** to languish in this state for days: foot traffick is relatively heavy at this fabled ‘unbeatable’ dungeon, and within less than two hours another small band of adventurers enters that hallway to uncover the source of the sounds of perpetual ass-slapping.

After being thoroughly jeered and laughed at, and enduring two or three more surreptitious fondles as their saviors undo their bindings, the new arrivals are at least kind enough to pass some spare blankets for Tyra and Diana to cover themselves with before moving further inward. Turning their gags back into bras and wrapping the blankets around their naked bodies, they beat a hasty retreat to the entrance and make their way as swiftly as they can out of the canyon, bare legs and shoulders visible under the wrapped blankets. They have an arduous journey ahead of them to find themselves some new clothes, hopefully avoiding getting waylaid by someone and losing the few scraps of fabric they have left. Behind them the sound of grinding stone is audible, indicating the dungeon rearranging itself - just in case they ever make a second attempt.

You’ve robbed Tyra and Diana of their dignity using just some mage hands and a short stunning effect. Somewhere out there the dungeonbuilder is smiling