A trip to the Dark Faery...

The still of night finally fell across Fanndorn forest, and shadowy, evil creatures emerged from their lairs to hunt for food and sex.

The Dark Faery Sellina also emerged from her home (through a circular door in the base of a giant oak tree) and stretched idly. She was a dusky skinned beauty, human sized, with waist length black hair and mischevious hazel eyes. In many ways she could have passed for short, slender human, except for the two wings that protuded from her back. She wore a short, low-cut black smock that left her shapely legs exposed.

As Sellina stretched, she listened to the sounds of the evening. The Dark Faery had little fear of the Fanndorn creatures, which knew better than to try and **** her (those that did seldom lived to regret it). Somewhere in the dark, far away, came a desparate female cry of "No!" that made her pause and smile. She liked to think of the perils of overconfident adventurers caught by the forest creatures, and found herself fantasizing that this was a noble huntress that had been captured in the probing, indecent tentacles of a Green Slime. She felt herself getting wet at the thought.... if only she could watch!

Still, she already had her fun planned for the evening. The tree goblins had brought her a surprise present earlier in the day - a bound, distinctly angry blonde sorceress who she recognised as Jomath Everlyn, also known as the White Witch. She was a prize indeed, and her upcoming humiliations would make the Dark Faery's reputation even more awesome. Sellina was looking forward to molesting her.... But just hadn't quite worked out how best to do it.

A sudden movement in the forest broke her chain of thought. Frowning, she readied her magic to rain down pain if necessary. There seemed to be four figures moving through the darkness, one of whom had the massive bulk of a troll but appeared to have its wrists bound. Two of the figures were short enough to be nymphs, and were engaged in a fierce exchange of views.

Finally, one of the figures stepped into the light by the great oak and bowed. It was indeed a nymph, a pretty young girl wearing a slight green slip over her slim frame.

"My Lady," the nymph stammered, clearly somewhat awed by the Dark Faery. "We have a gift for you!"

Sellina snorted and was about to reject the gift out of hand when the two other figures emerged from the gloom - another nymph pushing a beautiful, defiant human woman, gagged and bound and wearing a ripped black robe that only just about covered her decency.

Her words caught in her throat. "By the World Tree - Eilwy the Enchantress!" she breathed.