The Dark Faery mock-winced as the Eye-Stalker slowly began forcing a fat, wet tentacle into poor Jomath's ass. The blonde witch's eyes boggled wide at the fresh indignity, kicking her legs helplessly, her cries muffled by the fat tentacle thrust into her mouth.
"Oo, now THAT looks painful!" The Dark Faery grinned as inch after inch of the increasingly fat tentacle pressed into Jomath's widening asshole.
The crowd of monsters cheered and cat-called, waving their arms, tendrils and claws in jubilation. The shame of the White Witch, helplessly impaled on a probing, thrusting tentacle, was a joyful sight indeed and would be talked about for years to come.
The Dark Faery glanced at the next name on the list and prepared to read out Eilwy's next opponent.
Then there was a sudden movement on the Dark Faery's side.
The tree goblin - Scar!
Dammit! She'd intended to deal with him after the entertainment!
Panic seized her. In her moment of triumph she had let her guard down, and the cunning goblin had seized its chance. She fumbled the words of a spell of warding, mouth dry, as the goblin opened its fist and blew a yellow powder into her face.
