Humiliation awaits

Eilwy frantically began to gasp a spell, but a slimy vine took the opportunity to slip between her open lips. She gave a muffled grunt of disgust and fear as it pressed its thick length into her mouth. Niamh grinned wickedly.

"No, wait!" said Assha, her itching subsiding with Eilwy's capture.

"What?" Niamh sounded irritated, but at her command the vines ceased their probing. The big, fat tentacle on Eilwy's thigh teasingly stroked her flesh, leaving a a slight trail.

"This isn't the way. We need to properly own this bitch! We should take her to Akn-Reibar and place her in the markets, like we originally planned. Everything we've done since we've changed that plan has just gone totally wrong! We sell her and we get both **** AND gold. Come on, Niamh, imagine the human trinkets we can bring back to the forest! Let's not ruin her now by fucking her with vines when we can have so much more than that!"

Niamh paused. It was a tempting suggestion.