Clamps.

"Use the clamps." The Stygian commands.

"Yes, my lord." The crone bows and then reaches up to undo a chain that runs through two loops attached to the ceiling above the table. As the chain unravels each end splits into two shorter chains tipped with vicious looking clamps that are lined with jagged teeth. Sonja cannot help but stare at the four horrible devices as the sway ominously above her naked, bound, body. A cold sweat breaks across the she-bandit as she steels herself, knowing she is about to be tortured.

Her ordeal begins with the hag taking hold of Sonja's nipples and crudely fondles them. Shamefully, they quickly stiffen and once rock hard Sonja shakes her head in fear and vainly struggles against her bonds as she watches the old crone reach for the clamps. Groans of pain slip through the Hyrkanian's gag as the hag cruelly fastens a clamp onto each of Sonja's breasts and then tightens them in place.

With a nod the woman summons one of the guards who pulls on the free end of the chain, causing the end fastened onto Sonja's breasts to yank up, forcing the redhead to lift her upper back off the table by her outstretched tits. The she-bandit screams with agony into her gag while the crone applies the other two clamps to either side of Sonja's cunt lips.

With the redhead now securely bound the guard lets go of the chain, but there is little relief for the brigand since the chain isn't long enough for the Hyrkanian to lay flat on her back. Trying to arch her back and lift up with her arms with her ankles and hands secured palm up is difficult at best. As her arms tire, Sonja must pulled down on one end to relieve the other. Thus to spare her cunt she must pull down with her tits. To alleviate her tits she must pull down with her sex.

The Stygian laughs with delight and sips his wine watching the suffering Sonja's torso see-saw back and forth, as she tortures one part of her body and then the other, while the crone washes every inch of the she-bandit. Once finished, the hag turns and announces over the distressed groans of the still defiant she-bandit, "She is cleansed, my lord."

"Excellent." The sorcerer smiles. "Now there is only ****. Raise the chain."

Sonja's muffled cries of "no!" are ignored as the old woman pulls a lever causing the chain to shorten, raising up all four clamps, lifting the she-bandit's torso fully off the table suspending Sonja by her tortured tits and cunt.

The she-bandit's wails of anguish only encourage the sadistic Stygian. "Tell the driver to go faster." He commands. Soon the jostling of the cart dramatically increases, causing Sonja's strung up torso to violent bounce about, making her troubled screams continuous. Yet there is no relief for the she-bandit as the sorcerer commands the stubborn redhead endure every increasing torments. Lit candles are placed under Sonja's ass and heavy links of chains laid across her abdomen, all of which, finally breaks the proud Hyrkanian who begs through her gag for mercy.

Pleased at his victory, Thoth-Amon sits back and enjoys Sonja's tortured body, glistening with sweat and violently quivering about. Her muffled pleas only make his wine taste more sweet. The perverted show last for several more minutes, before the she-bandit final blacks out.