You have no will to resist

Your will to resist has been crushed by repeated humiliations, not the least of which was your incredible arousal while pleasuring Gorgo, the jailer. You stand passively as the jailer opens the iron door of the cell. He waddles over and locks the clamp at the end of the pole around your neck. It ratchets closed so tightly it partially constricts your windpipe. You reach up to the collar as you feel you are being strangled.

"Don' figh it," wheezes Gorgo. "Yull panic. Jus move."

He lifts the pole so that it is parallel to the floor and gets behind you. He gives you a shove that presses at the base of your neck and you stumble forward. As you move, your airway is freed up a little. The only way to avoid the sensation of strangulation is to go wherever Gorgo is pushing you at the end of the pole. He forces you towards the jail door as Worm tags along behind the two of you.

You stumbled forward down a drafty, stone corridor lit by torches. An orange glow permeates the hall ahead of you and as you realize what is happening you hesitate. Gorgo shoves you forward and you emerge onto a stone bridge crossing a deeping cave canyon.

Down below, by the light of huge fires, hideous cave creatures are laboring on machinery. They appear to be a variety of goblinoid monsters, from hulking brute orcs to scrawn goblins, but their flesh is not the usual green. They are gray-skinned and stunted and their eyes are black rather than red. Many stop in their labors as you cross the bridge and hoot and jeer up at you.

Gorgo stops you and turns you to face them. He gives you a shove and you are **** precariously over the edge. Screaming in terror, you are held up only by the heels of your feet on the bridge and the collar around your neck. Your tits sway beneath you and the cave creatures cheer and rub their cocks.

"Uh fink they like ye," he laughs before pulling you back onto the bridge.

Gasping for air and shaken by nearly falling to your ****, you struggle to hold back your tears as Gorgo finally pushes you into another section of torch-lit corridor. You turn down a smaller, side corridor and you are shoved through an arched doorway. You emerge onto a plank of carved wood above a massive, black cauldron. Hot steam rises from the liquid. Beneath the cauldron is a roaring fire that licks up the sides of the metal container. All around the top of the cauldron, set into the wall and connected to the cauldron by narrow staircases, are nude women with blank expressions and bodies covered in elaborate tattoos.

Higher up is a gallery, like an opera box, in which sits Alyssa and several other men and women.

"Begin the cleaning," calls Alyssa.

"No!" you cry, fearing the steaming cauldron.

Gorgo shoves you and the collar snaps open, you are pushed off the end of the plank and tip forward, falling several feet and splashing into the water. It's painfully hot, but not boiling as you feared. You plunge beneath the surface, shocked by the heat, rising with a sputter and your crimson hair flat against your neck and shoulders.

Sputtering, wiping water from your face, you look up and see Gorgo and Worm watching you from the platform. Alyssa is also looking down. You gasp as something large and squishy brushes against your legs. You're not alone in the pool!

"I think you will enjoy what I have planned for you," says Alyssa and she waves her hand to signal the bathing to commence.