Emelia wins the auction

"Going... going... gone!" Slith banged his fist on a support beam in delight, making the stage shake slightly. Two hundred gold pieces! The Ambassador from the Peldine Empire, a fabulous acquisition who he had expected to be his top sale of the night, had only been sold for sixty.

Poor Eilwy tottered slightly as the stage wobbled, her wrists and ankles still chained. The crowd laughed and tried to drink in every moment as the guards yanked on Eilwy's chain and pulled her backstage, getting a good view of her pert buttocks and glimpses of the sensitive private area between the poor Enchantress's legs.

As she tottered off stage, she saw Emelia, grinning, handing a bag of coins to Slith and the auction master passing her a key. It must be for the Magetamer around her neck, she realised - if she could just get her hands on it....! But the key vanished into one of the many pockets in the Red Witch's robe and she saw no way to get it.

Backstage, she jumped as one of the guards placed a cold, rough hand on her ass cheek and gave it a little squeeze. He grinned at her outraged eyes maliciously, and quickly stepped back as Emelia approached.

"Eilwy," the young, blonde witch purred. "So nice to see you again, and in such delightful circumstances." She cast her eyes knowingly up and down Eilwy's naked body, enjoying the blush that slowly crept onto the evil enchantress's face. "You'll be quite the talk of the town tomorrow I expect. But now, it's time for you to return to my tower so we can right some of your past wrongs."

She nodded to the guard, who passed her Eilwy's leash. She turned and yanked on it, pulling Eilwy behind her, and nearly fell into Deprecia and her half-orc, who had also gone back stage to collect their new purchases.

"Watch your step, witch," Deprecia spat.

"Or what, exactly?" Emelia smiled sweetly. "I know you think you're the big bad in this city, but you're just a little girl to me. You should watch your tone, else I'll show you real power. Perhaps you could spend you days as a bitch in heat, roaming the city for scraps...?"

Under her dark hair, Deprecia's brown eyes were blazing angrily. "I'm not scared of you, witch. You shouldn't threaten me."

"Why not? If you come for me I'll make a delightful show of you. You can join Eilwy on your knees, and perhaps I shall take over your business. And your little friend here... well, he won't be so scary once I've swapped his cock for something a little more.... feminine."

The half-orc reached for it's weapon, but Deprecia placed a restraining hand on his arm. Her tone was cold. "Redheads earn good money in my line if work, and defeated witches even more so. I may have missed out on the Black Reaver's tonight, but don't think you can insult me and get away with it. See you soon, ginger." And Deprecia turned and left, leading a small group of women to their new lives as her whores. Eilwy recognised the ambassador from the Peldine Empire in their number, now wearing a short, plain smock and looking crestfallen.

Emelia watched her leave thoughtfully, then shrugged. She had more important things to do tonight. She turned and prepared to cast the spell that would tel port her new toy to her Tower