The Painting Begins

Eilwy also eventually drifted off to sleep, and in fact slept for most of the next day despite being chained to the wall. Her exertions in the Marquess's bed had quite exhausted her! The sun had already fallen low on the horizon when she finally came to, woken by a derisive snort.

She opened her eyes to find a tall, dark skinned man wearing ceremonial armour standing before her. He had a plumed helmet tucked under one arm, a long sword at his belt, and his red cloak was made of expensive fabric. His eyes were cruel and evaluating, and Eilwy felt **** and exposed in her little **** bikini.

He snorted again. "So you're the witch they're all laughing about? You don't look that scary."

The door creaked opened again and the Marquess entered, followed by her two maids. The guard captain bowed and stepped back. The Marquess looked stunning - her long green dress was sewn with pearls and precious stones, and a tiara glittered in her blonde hair. She eyed Eilwy mischievously.

"How are you feeling today, Eilwy? Still a little sore?" She smiled. "It's nothing compared to what faces you today. Captain Yakundo, if you please...?"

Yakundo stepped forward and released Eilwy from her chains. She sank slightly, moaning into her gag with relief. Smiling coldly, Yakundo roughly fitted her collar around her neck as if she was a dog and passed the leash to the Marquess.

Celia tugged on it teasingly, pulling Eilwy to her feet once more. As Eilwy stood, Captain Yakundo had the pleasure of seeing how the enchantress's red bikini briefs molded perfectly around her ass, and he felt a slight stir in his loins. Tonight was going to be a good night!

Celia led Eilwy through the castle, back to the Great Hall, Yakundo and her maids following closely behind. The stone floor felt cold on Eilwy's bare feet and she was glad when they got to the parts of the castle that were lined with thick carpets.

Eventually they reached the great double doors to the Great Hall, and they swung open to a short trumpet fanfare. Three dozen amused and admiring faces turned to watch as Celia swept magnificently into the hall, pulling the near naked enchantress on the leash, wrists still bound behind her back. There was some mocking applause.

In the centre of the room a raised platform had been erected. Stood on it was Sylla, wearing a purple dress and watching the crowd carefully, and a red robed wizard with a cruel, thin face. There was also a huge blank canvass, some two meters across, already set in an ornate frame despite not being finished. An easel and a paintbrush hovered in front of it, clearly magic and slightly threatening.

Eilwy paled at the sight. It was clearly her intended eternal prison. She hated being at the mercy of the fates, but she knew that without Sylla's help she was doomed. The crowd, seeing Eilwy's face fall, laughed and mocked her.

The Marquess pulled her up onto the platform and turned to face the crowd.

"Good evening! I'm pleased to see so many of you could come. You know whst you're here to see." There was some appreciative laughter in the crowd. "And I see no reason not to start immediately. Lord Valett - if you will?"

The thin faced wizard gave Eilwy a leering glance, and then threw some dust in the air, chanting softly. The paintbrush spring to life and became a blur, thrashing at the canvas. Very quickly a picture came to view - an ornate four poster bed, laid with deep red sheets. At each of the four corners of the bed was a cold looking manacle. The crowd laughed and cheered at the thought of Eilwy being bound spread eagled to the bed.

"And now to get the prize ready for her bed..."

Celia pulled Eilwy's bra off, revealing her little breasts once more. Then she tucked her fingers into Eilwy's bikini briefs and winked at the crowd, who cheered her on. This is what they hadn't seen yesterday! Celia whipped them off, making Eilwy cry out in her gag, and the crowd laughed at pointed at Eilwy's neatly shaved little bush.

"She is a little girl after all!" one of the female courtiers screeched, laughing. "Just a foolish girl! Look at her little pussy!"

Eilwy flushed a deep red. If she got out of here, why she'd...

Valett picked up the last of the dust, interrupting her thoughts. "We've met before, enchantress." He whispered. "At the Tower of Magic. You laughed at my experiments and said I'd never make a mage. I lost my research because of you! I'm going to enjoy sealing you in this painting with your legs spread. I don't intend to make it comfortable for you."

So saying, he threw some more dust in the air and began chanting. The paintbrush sprang into the air and began to blur on the page. For a moment, Eilwy felt herself being pulled towards it - but then Sylla made her move.