The Rogue and the Pillory

The journey was largely uneventful until the second day, when they came across the most curious sight.

They had left Fandorn Forest long behind them. The countryside had been hilly for a while, and for most of the morning they'd been walking alongside a pleasantly babbling stream. They'd seen a few merchants on the road but not been bothered by them - two cloaked ladies taking a beautiful bound **** to market was not a remarkable thing. Only once had they felt it necessary to leave the road to hide in bushes, which they did to avoid a dozen fierce looking men on horseback.

But now they came to the King's Crossroad, the intersection of the two main roads in the land. A thick wood lay to the east, while the stream babbled on to the north. At the crossroads there were four pillories, and in one of them, bent over uncomfortably with her head and wrists restrained in a long wooden block, was a young and pretty elven thief.

She looked up hopefully as they approached, her pointy ears poking through her blonde hair. Like all elves, she was slight and lithe, and her leather armour and grey leggings were tight on her slender body. Still, the stocks had apparently been closed tightly enough that she couldn't free herself or stand upright from her embarrassing position.

"Oh thank the sun!" She exclaimed. "I am so glad to see you! I was captured by a merchant's guard and left here this morning as punishment, to be **** by a passing shepherd or a goblin or something. Please help me!"

The nymphs stopped. Assha covered her mouth and giggled.

"Poor little elf," Niamh purred. "Scared of the nasty men on the road."

"Shall we ease her leggings down and show them the target?" giggled Assha. "I bet she has a nice looking ass!"

The elf's face paled. "You... you wouldn't! You're girls, like me!"

Of course, Assha and Niamh were not really girls at all, and they found great amusement in the captured elven rogue's plight.

"I think those leggings do need to come down," agreed Niamh, stepping forward, grinning. "She should feel the breeze blowing on her pretty elven lady lips!"

"Let's see them!" agreed Assha, grinning.

Eilwy, meanwhile, watched closely with glinting eyes. There was something very suspicious about the entire affair, she thought.