She isn't taken unaware this time...

Eilwy heard the nymph giggle and frowned. Clearly she needed to spank them harder next time!

Then - that faint smell, growing stronger. A dank, sweaty smell. It was so familiar... and brought back memories... unpleasant memories of the... the...

Troll! The TROLL!

With a yelp, Eilwy lept to her feet and span, her black robe swishing around her lithe body.

The Troll was close behind her, so close that she was nearly in his shadow. The Troll's eyes dripped with malicious lust, and the veins on his enormous cock throbbed with intent.

Eilwy's eyes widened in horror and her mouth went dry.

And she froze.

And Niamh laughed with delight.

And Gorge lept forward at his prey, closing the distance quickly.

And Assha grinned in expectation.

"Praxis Frooz!" Eilwy finally gasped, the words tumbling from her lips in a single panicked breath. She threw out her hands and the Troll froze in place.

For a moment there was a silence, dripping with anticipation.

Then the Troll, slowly but surely, began inching forward, pushing back against the spell.

Sensing that Eilwy was weakened. Tired from her exertions.

Ripe for overpowering, and shaming.

Gorge **** another step forward. Any minute now, the enchantress would break and he would rush her - he could feel it!

Oh Gods! Eilwy's thoughts were panicked and her heart was pounding. I can't hold him! I can't hold him!

She twisted and groaned with the strain of maintaining the spell.

"Help me!" She gasped at the nymphs desperately. "Don't let him get me!"

Niamh and Assha had taken advantage of Eilwy's distraction to unshackle themselves from her spell. Assha was dusting herself down, wincing as her hands brushed over the sore red marks caused by Eilwy's switch.

"I think not!" Niamh snorted. "You were going to sell us into slavery. A good punishment fucking is the least you deserve. I hope you like it!"

Assha blew Eilwy a mocking kiss.

The Troll edged forward.

"Why.... you little bitches...!" Eilwy gasped. She was nearly in range of the Troll's huge, gnarly arms.

Assha grinned. It was nearly too good to be true! What a turn-around. She slipped her hand into the front of her smock and gave Niamh a shy smile. "I intend to enjoy this," she whispered, settling backwards into the mossy earth and slowly rubbing her crotch.

Eilwy's eyes darted desperately to her magic bag, lying open at the Troll's feet. Somewhere in there, tucked away in the arcane recesses of the cloth, was an ancient, evil wand. A wand of great power and seemingly a mind of its own, that she had long feared to unleash.

But if ever there was a time for **** measures...

If she could only get her hands on it.