Enchantress for Sale

There was only ever going to be one answer. Disappointed not to soil the enchantress herself, Niamh attempted to calm her rising sexual lust. Assha was right - defiling the enchantress in the forest would be entertaining, but there were larger rewards at play.

"You're right. She's a skinny little human girl, but I bet she'll get a good price at market," Niamh grinned, giving Eilwy's little breasts a firm squeeze and enjoying her look of cold fury. "I bet its even gone up a little since she vanquished the mighty Dark Faery of Fanndorn Forest. Get her dressed and bound, and let's not mess it up this time. I've had quite enough of her magic!"

The journey to Akn-Reibar took several days. As the nymphs moved further from their trees their powers weakened, but poor Eilwy had no opportunity to capitalise on this. Her mouth was gagged with a stick tied to her head, and her arms were tied painfully up her back. Even her ankles were tied together, meaning she could only move in tottering steps that often slowed their progress to a crawl. They met few travellers on their journey, and none that recognised the bound mage in her tight-fitting black robe. It was usual to see adventurers and villains bringing captives to the market, and very few gave them even a second glance.

Finally they reached the city and passed through its gates. The guards at had recognised the fearsome Black Reaver immediately and let the three girls through without any particular challenge, amused that the enchantress had finally met her comeuppance. They'd seen it all before, of course, and many powerful and vain women had been dragged through the gates over the years to be sold like cattle, but it never quite lost its entertainment value. Nursing an erection in his britches, the guard captain idly wondered which bed the enchantress would be ending up in that night... and how much he would like to watch!

The streets were packed with merchants, peasants and pickpockets. Sometimes slavers could be seen, moving their property through the streets in chains and encouraging them with whips or canes. No one paid the three girls much attention as the nymphs led poor tottering Eilwy through the streets to the market.

The market was busy, as ever, with a mix merchants and traders and sounds of raised voices. A stage had been set up on the far side of the square, and being pulled onto it by a huge orc was a small brown haired woman of maybe thirty years age. She was completely naked, hands tied behind her back, with lovely milky skin and pert breasts and a neatly shaved patch of dark pubic hair. The crowd gave an appreciative cheer at the sight of her, with some laughter and ironic clapping that made the woman flush a deep red colour as she stumbled awkwardly forward for crowd's appraisal. Eilwy could tell from her posture that she was well bred.

"Here we have the Ambassador from The Peldine Empire," the auctioneer announded with a grin. "Or she was until yesterday, ha ha! A fine, well-bred lady with plenty of appeal... and a foreign secret between her legs. I imagine there are plenty of people in the city that would like to steal that secret, am I right? Let's begin! Do I see fifty gold pieces...? Yes! Sixty...?"

The nymphs tugged on Eilwy's leash, breaking her concentration.

"We've got the Black Reaver," Assha said to a fat, sweaty slaver, whose eyes widened in amused disbelief.

"Well, well, well," said the slaver, running a hand over Eilwy's body. The enchantress stiffened in rage and glared at him. "This is a rare prize indeed. We can get her on the platform immediately I think. I'd normally check her teeth, but I think you're wise to have her gagged... let's check the rest of her..."

The slaver felt poor Eilwy's breasts through her robe, paying special attention to her sensitive nipples. "Small," her muttered to himself, "but not the main attraction of course..." Then he slid a hand up her robe. Eiwly stiffened and she shouted muffled curses at the indignity as the slaver rooted around under her robe, sliding an exploratory hand into her panties to feel her bush. Then, satisfied, he stepped back.

"She's good stock," the slaver said. "Young, for an enchantress, and pretty. Most importantly, she has profile and enemies. That's what get's the good prices here, really. People have got to really want to fuck the stock, you know what I mean? I reckon we'll maybe get a hundred gold pieces. I'll give you sixty and I take on the risk? We'd both make a profit."

To the slaver's surprise, the nymphs agreed immediately without haggling, passing him the leash. Sixty gold pieces was an enormous amount of money, far more than they had imagined! Grinning, the slaver grabbed Eilwy's leash and dragged her to the stage, through the increasingly interested crowd.

"I think we should watch this," purred Assha, eyes gleaming.

"I wouldn't miss if for the world." Niamh had already secretly slipped her hand down her frock and was quietly rubbing her wet, aching pussy. She licked her lips in excitement.