Sweating, naked slavegirls, captives in the depths of an iron fortress ruled by an evil ArchMage. They work endlessly in the gloom, the steam and overpowering heat, to keep the immense magical engines fuelled with fresh coal. The strange magical vapours issuing from the engines bring complete forgetfulness of one's past life, total obedience and overwhelming sexual need. When the cruel mechanical overseers permit, the helpless slavegirls sate their lusts in the only way they can: with each other, or with the ironwood shafts of their coal shovels...

Naked, shackled and bridled like the beasts of burden they are, slavegirls toil to drag wagons laden with coal to fuel the ArchMage's magical furnaces and engines. A mechanical overseer waits impassively, ready to administer swift and brutal discipline with his multibladed whip at the slightest sign of faltering...

The ArchMage's slavegirls receive their daily feed of nutritious raw protein. Not a drop must be left, or the punishment will be severe...

Slavegirls attend the needs of the ArchMage's personal locomotive, the 'Iron Majesty'. Lacking tools, they smear their own bodies with black grease and press their soft flesh eagerly against the cold, hard metal, caressing it as they would their beloved Master.

A bell tolls, its booming note announcing Inspection. Filthy, exhausted slavegirls spread their wet cunts and await judgement by the silent, impassive Overseers. Those slaves who fail examination, or who have failed to achieve daily work quotas, will be punished in the usual manner. It seems the ArchMage has increased the quotas on his mines and factories yet again. The Overseers will be busy tonight.

A slavegirl's bridled whimpers of pain are of no consequence, for she is naught but a work-beast. The Overseer's anal disciplining will continue regardless, and her ravaged asshole will serve as a reminder of the virtues of total obedience.