The Dark Faery is not as calm as she seems...

The Dark Faery's carefully maintained composure slipped the moment she left the cell, and she irritably kicked out at a passing imp **** that scurried away with a terrified squeal.

Those godforsaken tree goblins!

Since Scar had arrived they were ignoring her orders time and time again, testing the limits of her patience and pushing her boundaries. This time they had really gone beyond the pale though! How dare they fuck the captives without her permission? How dare they soil the merchandise's ass!

The goblins were useful servants to be sure, Sellina mused, but they were becoming unreliable. Perhaps it was time to deal with them directly. Maybe it was time for Scar to come to an unfortunate end. After all, she reflected, when you have a problem with a snake, you cut off its head.

Maybe the nymphs could help. They had a long history of animosity with the tree goblins and would probably pay to get their hands on Scar for a session of their deliciously feminine torments. He would be begging for mercy before they were through with him.

Sellina chewed her lip thoughtfully as she made her way to the arena.

Meanwhile, Eilwy was trying to ignore the indignity of being sponge washed by a leering goblin. She was still tied helplessly with her hands over her head, and trying not to shudder as the warm soapy water dripped down her lithe body and the grinning goblin wiped the spunk off her breasts.

Judging by the bulge in its loincloth it was enjoying the work a great deal.

On the other side of the room, Jometh was protesting furiously at her own goblin, and trying to kick it away. But with her hands bound she was helpless to prevent her own sponge cleaning, and if anything her protests seemed to just excite the goblin more.

"Won't be able to get them back into these," one of the goblins sneered, holding up what was left of the frocks that had been torn off the women earlier.

"No. Get them back into their robes," Scar ordered, distractedly. He'd been sitting in the corner, quietly reflecting on the Dark Faery's exit. He knew that she had been secretly masking her fury, and wondered what she might plan to do. She would be a deadly enemy... and he had no plans to be just another goblin killed by the Dark Faery.

Perhaps it was time to strike first and take over completely, Scar thought. Time to get rid of that dumb faery. Although... how fantastic would it be to fuck her tight little faery ass before taking her power? To strip her naked for the fucking of her faery life? I need a plan, Scar thought, licking his lips slowly.

A gong sounded in the background and shook him out of his thoughts. "Towel them down and get them up to the pit," Scar ordered. "It's time!"