Cast The Enchantment

"Is everyone assembled?" You ask Daisy.

"Yes, sir!" Daisy punctuates her response by slapping Axallora firmly in the buttocks.

"Mph! Ag-ill gill oo!" Axallora stares daggers at Daisy, but her gag won't let her do much more.

You gaze about the room. Twelve naked dark elves stand in a perfect circle, each one bound and gagged in place personally by Daisy. In the centre is Axallora herself squirming against her bonds while Daisy pinches her nipples. Ithianz shuffles papers nervously, she holds the manuscript pages to her chest.

"Mister Rider, Sir-"

"Just Raider is fine." You interrupt enthusiastically.

"I don't think this is wise." Ithianz looks at you nervously, trying to hide her boobs behind her papers, which, now you think about it, seem to have shrunk a considerable amount since you picked her up this afternoon.

"Why not?"

"Well, this spell will curse hundreds of women to be permanently naked forever."

"I know, it's fantastic."

"But it will be humiliating, a quarter of the women, including myself, won't be able to go outside without men pointing at our boobs."

"And your bottoms and your vaginas. Don't forget those!" Adds Daisy.

"Well yes. And I don't want that."

"Well I'm going to cast the spell anyway so you might as well learn to love it." You point out.

"Not if I don't tell you how to do it."

"You don't need to, I've got these!" You snatch the papers out of her hands and hold them up triumphantly.

"You can't even read the Dark Elven script." Ithianz protests, doubled over to try and hide her boobs and bush from the room.

"Not to worry, I can!" Pipes up Daisy.

"Thank you, Daisy, you're the best naked assistant a panty raiding mage could ask for."

"Oh, Raider, all these years and you still know how to make me blush." Daisy giggles genuinely.

Suddenly business-like, she sorts through the papers with an air of importance while you busy yourself with tying up a struggling Ithianz. You make a mental note to ask Daisy how she always finds high quality rope whenever you need to tie up some naked chicks that just don't appreciate your efforts.

Before long you stand in position, four hundred pairs of panties in hand, thirteen naked noble ladies around you, squirming in fear and humiliation, and Ithianz somewhere on the street below, tied to a post under a sign that says "Spank Me."

"Daisy, I almost forgot!"

"We need more naked elf chicks? Let's go!"

"No, not quite"

"Are you sure?"

"Well, we could always use more naked chicks, but that's not the point. Ithianz said she needed some Royal-Stamped Bunda, or something like that. I didn't get any and I don't even know where to find it."

"You mean, Royal-Seal Balda? That's okay, Axallora had some in her bag when we found her."

"Axallora was carrying an essential part of her on demise right when we needed her to? Wow. Lucky."

"It's not for the spell, it's for us!"

"What?"

Daisy picks up a bottle from behind the writing desk, "Royal-Seal Balda, the finest whisky in the Dark Elf Kingdom, great for calming nerves in a stressful situation, also perfect for a celebration."

Daisy drinks deeply, then offers the whisky to you. Gratefully, you take the bottle and take one hearty swig. It's potent, smooth, and kicks in the way only an elven brew can. Finally, the moment arrives, you concentrate on your spell, focus on the panties in your hands, and feel each one of them evaporate into pure magic.