Leave the crown alone.

She'll certainly notice if I steal her crown, and then where will I be? She'll probably have all her pixies wreak **** on me. No. I have to find a smarter way to bring her in. I'm still nude, after all. I don't want to be caught in such an embarrassing state.

I'm just considering what to do when I feel something soft and featherlike brush against my shoulder. I look around. There's a pixie sitting on me.

"Hey, Queen!" the pixie calls out. "There's a spy! I found a spy!"

Oh, no.

I turn to run, but the pixies are faster than me. They're stronger than they look, too. They descend on me in a cloud, pick me up and drag me out into the clearing in front of the Queen, who smirks as I come into view. "A naked spy," she says, shaking her head in mock disapproval. "You must be another wicked little thief, come to steal my crown. But you've failed, haven't you? You've lost all your clothes. I bet I could do anything I want to you and you couldn't even stop me."

The pixies hold me still as she fondles my boobs, tweaks my nipples and laughs at my obvious discomfort. "You don't like being my little plaything, do you?"

"Let me go, damnit! Don't touch me!"

She runs her hand over my pussy, which to my intense chagrin is shamefully wet. I hate to admit it, but her touch sends an electric thrill though my body. "I think you like it just a bit. Now. What are we going to do with you?"