Eilwy puts on a show

"But I can't..."

"Sure you can."

"Not with you watching..."

"I think you like being watched," giggled Niamh, watching Eilwy's fingers coil through her dark pubic hair and slide into her sex. "Imagine that! The mighty enchantress is secretly a dirty little slut who likes to get caught. Who would have guessed?"

Eilwy gritted her teeth and tried to ignore them. She sat in the shade of the tree, her legs parted, her cheeks red, her hair stuck to her sweat-slick face, looking up at her tormentors through narrowed eyes. She would have liked nothing better than to blast one of them with a lightning bolt. But they had her dress, and her magic bag with all her secrets in it. She couldn't take the risk that the other one would get away.

She just had to get this over with as quickly as possible, by concentrating on what really mattered. Which, right now, was having an orgasm.

"Cum for us, Eilwy," urged Assha, a smirk on her pretty face. Niamh feigned shock, giggling behind her hands as she watched Eilwy's thumb rub against her clit. "We want to hear you moan, you naughty girl."

"We caught you playing with yourself, Eilwy. Now you're not allowed to stop until you're finished."

"That's the punishment for naughty girls who take all their clothes off and touch themselves in our woods. We catch them, and we make them do it in public, for everyone to see."

"You're lucky it's just us watching. We could drag you into the village and make you do it there."

"Remember that ranger we caught enjoying herself by the lake? We cursed her so she'd be horny all the time, but she couldn't cum unless at least three people were watching."

"Would you like a nice curse, Eilwy? We could make it so all your clothes fall off whenever you hear the word 'rainbow'."

"Or teleport icecubes into your panties at random times of the day. Doesn't that sound deliciously unsettling?"

"Do you like it when we talk about all the mean things we could do to you, Eilwy?"

"Do you know how you look? You look ridiculous."

"You're naked."

"And masturbating."

Eilwy pressed her lips together, finger-fucking herself with one hand, fondling her tits with the other, the laughter of the forest nymphs ringing in her ears. She wasn't enjoying this. She couldn't possibly be deriving any pleasure out of this horrible situation. The sting of defeat, the shame of nudity, the utter degradation of being **** to reveal her most secret, private habits to these cruel, awful bullies... the wicked things they were saying... it was impossible! She didn't know how she was ever supposed to...

"Oh, yes, yes..."