Rebuilding the Soulravage Spire

You sit in the throne of the Soulravage Spire, a goblet of fine wine in your hand. You ahead, thinking. So far, with your numbers you're barely able to survive, having to pick between organizing raids to supply the castle and feed your troops and keeping the place defended. You've managed to balance both issues so far, and are slowly bringing the castle back to full function.

Suddenly, the doors open as a bandit rushes inside.

"Master! Morrigan has returned from her raid!"

"How'd it go?" you ask.

"We lost a bandit, sir, and have returned with a prisoner."

"Perfect, let's deal with that," you say, standing.

You quickly head through the hallways, until you find yourself at the entrance to your recently refurnished dungeons. You push open the iron door to the dungeons, where dozens of sexual **** devices lay. Bondage gear and various hooks hang from the ceiling, all empty as of now. There's a rack of whips and paddles, a wooden horse sitting in the corner and dozens a large collection of various penis-shaped prodders and tools. Morrigan stands there with a bound, naked woman. The woman has long red-hair, similarly colored to Morrigans, tied in a long braid. She has small, supple tits and a trimmed cunt. Her hands are tied behind her back, and her hair is held in place by Morrigan. Your head torturer, a short, ugly girl named Marta, stands next to them, dressed in all black with a black hood, tracing a dagger down the bound girl's thigh.

"Who's this beautiful maiden?" you ask.

"This one? Her name's Kelly. We brought her back from our last raid. She lured one of our men, Christo, into a house with promises of sex and slit his throat."

"Christo was a fucking bandit! You're all a bunch of cut-throats and thieves who were raiding my village! Animals! You're all animals!" Kelly cries.

"Damn straight we are. Marta, I presume you have a **** device we need in testing out?"

Marta's eyes widen as she nods eagerly.

"Fuck yeah I have **** devices!" she says, before hastily adding "Master."

"What do you recommend?"

"We have a few choices. I've not tested out my new whip yet. Or the pussy and anal hooks. There's a wooden horse we could try I've just nailed down, and I've a new studded paddle I've not got to use. We've loads of options."

"Perfect," you grin. "Let me think..."