Eilwy's hands moved tiredly in an arc, and she uttered spidery words of dark magic. The vine withered and died, crashing to the forest floor in a small explosion of muddy leaves. But other vines followed, snaking out of the trees, and Eilwy was too slow and groggy to stop them.
They wrapped tightly around her wrists and ankles, binding her and lifting her booted feet from the forest floor. She cried out in anger and struggled but the vines tightened their grip, coarse and dry against her naked flesh. She only quit struggling when a particularly fat vine snaked around her neck and threatened to choke her, and another vine thrust into her mouth, gagging her. Even then her eyes burned with such naked rage that most mortals would have turn and run.
The two nymphs were no normal mortals though. Despite looking like girls of no more than twenty years of age, they had centuries of cunning on their side. They emerged giggling from the trees to survey their captured enchantress.
"She's soooo cute!" Teased the lighted skinned nymph, grinning at Eilwy. "Why, just look at her little breasts! You can see why Gorge wanted to rut her."
"He must have stretched her tiny cooch so wide when he was pounding her into the dirt!" The smaller, darker nymph said mischevously. "She'll be dreaming of his cock for years!" She ran her hand lightly over Eilwy's taut body, brushing against the enchantress's still helplessly erect nipples and getting the sought for grunt of frustrated rage.
The bigger, lighter skinned nymph grinned. "Well, seems we have a witch as well as a troll. So what do we do with her?"
The darker nymph ran her eyes lustfully over Eilwy's naked body. "I'd like to have some fun with her," she grinned. |