Costume

Celia came back into the cell, smirking. Eilwy's heart sank when she saw what the young Marquess was holding. In one hand she held a very revealing **** girl's costume. It was basically a small bikini of rich, maroon cloth, including a drape that hung between the legs, with thin metal chains to tie around the hips and waist. It was clearly designed to be revealing and demeaning - there wasn't really much to it. In the Marquess's other hand was a metal collar, a leash, and a fresh gag.

"Until I've worked out how to strip you of your magic I'm not taking any chances," Celia said with a cold smile, holding up the gag. "But I do so want to introduce you to people tonight, and you'll look much cuter in this outfit. Girls! Get her ready and call me when you're done."

The two grinning maids set to work again, quickly dressing Eilwy in the ****'s outfit. The purple cloth felt light and teasing against Eilwy's skin.

There was no need to unchain her to put the clothes on, but the girls did pause when it came to the gag. After a whispered conversation, they approached Eilwy together cautiously. The brunette gave Eilwy a cheeky grin and slipped behind her out of sight.

Eilwy tried to compose herself as the blonde approached to remove her gag - she knew she'd have one chance, at best, to cast a spell before the girl had **** the fresh gag into her mouth. She didn't need long, though - she knew a spell with just one syllable that would teleport her a foot to the left and free her from the chains. She **** herself to concentrate, determined to cast the spell quickly when she had the opportunity. Then she'd make these little girls pay!

The blonde lent forward, gently and slightly nervously loosening Eilwy's cloth gag. Eilwy tensed - the moment of escape was finally here!

"Now!" said the blonde, pulling the gag from Eilwy's mouth.

Almost instantly, the brunette pushed a hand into the enchantress's bikini bottoms and slipped a wet finger up her ass!

"Ahhh! Bitch!" Eilwy shouted, eyes bogging at the unexpected intrusion, squirming on tip-toe, spell driven from her mind. She tried to concentrate, but it was impossible with the girl's wet finger up her ass! She struggled, trying pull away from the invasive digit. Before she could collect herself, the blonde had pushed the new ivory ballgag into her mouth and tied the leather straps place. It was far more formidable and effective than her previous gag, which had been somewhat makeshift. Eilwy's indignant wail was well muffled.

"Done," said the blonde with a smile of satisfaction. "You can stop teasing her now, Sara."

"Aw," Sara said. "It's fun making her squirm! She's pretty tight back here." But she withdrew her finger, much to Eilwy's relief, and gave her a little pat on her ass.

The brunette, Sara, came back round to the front, finger held delicately. "I need to go wash it, Elyn," she said, pouting.

"In a minute. Let's get her collar on."

The collar fitted tightly. Eilwy felt the pressure around her neck, which was slightly uncomfortable but not painful. The girls then attached the leash and stepped back.

"We're done!" Elyn said. "Now she's ready for a public outing."