I'll resist until the day I die!

“Wrong answer.” Trainer Bathilda shook her head. She changed directions and started heading towards the one of the bigger buildings on site.

“Fix Doe here up with the biggest set of irons we’ve got on hand.”

You find yourself thrust into the hands of another giant Amazonian, who pulls you into a tight grip.

“Nice skin on this one. It would be a shame to turn him over as he is, a real waste of potential…”

Bathilda rolls her eyes. “Fine, you can give him some of that **** sensitivity treatment. He’ll need it to keep that healthy luster on his skin with how rough the girls are going to be on him.”

“Thank you Trainer! In fact, I I’ll throw in the whole works! Our biomage will be thrilled when she sees what she’s got to work with.”

And like that you were passed off yet again. This time without so much as a single point exchanged. The Amazonian holding your undoes your bonds and hauls you off to a corner room.

“Now, while we’re waiting for the Marcina, I’m going to get some blood flow circulating.”

The Amazonian bends you over a table. You’re already naked at this point, so your bare ass is sticking up in the air. You can feel as she draws back her hand and slaps your ass. You’re certain there’s a big red hand-shaped spot on your behind now.

That isn’t the end of it. One thing is certain, this Amazonian seems to like it rough. She seems intent on smacking and kneading your skin until it’s red and sensitive. Only then does she turn her attention to your cock, small as it is.

“I’ll have to tell Marcina to grow this one out a little. At the size it is now I think most of the girls are going to be disappointed.”

She takes your cock up in one massive hand and starts squeezing. Her fingers clamp down hard and blood is **** from the base of your cock to the tip. You only had a mild erection before, but now thanks to the Amazon’s hands your cock is standing at full mast.

“Hmm. Balls seem healthy enough…” the Amazonian says as she rolls your testicles between her fingers, squeezing them just a bit too tightly for comfort.

“All right! Now time to get you outfitted.”

Before long, you have a metal collar that’s made of a huge, inch-thick piece of steel with loops of metal all around it, making it easy to tie a chain or rope onto it from any direction.

On your wrists and ankles, similar devices are affixed, all joined with rivets. The joint is melted by magical means, permanently affixing the bits of steel to your body. These things won’t be coming off any time soon.

The worst part is yet to come though.

“All right, now with that done all that’s left is the designation branding… hmm you’re destined for the sparing rooms for out youngest cadets… Oh and we can’t forget about the obligatory humiliation branding!”