She takes Eilwy to bed

It was the brief flicked of hope on Eilwy's face that sealed her fate.

"The priest can wait," Celia said slyly, delighting in Eilwy's obvious dismay. "Tonight is a ladies' night. Come on, Eilwy." She tugged on the leash and led the poor enchantress through the castle to her bedchamber. On the way they passed several servants, who openly took the opportunity to ogle poor Eilwy, who was still gagged, bound, and wearing only the humiliatingly skimpy bikini briefs.

Finally Celia came to the great double doors of her chamber and pushed them open. The room was large, but heated thoroughly by a fire in a hearth in the far wall. Pictures hung on the walls depicting ancestors and landscapes. Plush chairs and wooden chests lined the walls. In the centre was a large double bed with green sheets, piled with soft looking pillows.

"Will we be needed...?" queried Sara, who had been watching poor Eilwy's pert ass wobble for the whole journey. The purple fabric of her bikini was pulled appealingly tightly across the enchantress's buttocks and made it a most pleasant sight.

"Not this time," Celia said. Disappointed to be missing the action, the two maids curtseyed and stepped from the room, shutting the door behind them.

Celia wasted no time. She stepped forward and took the nervous enchantress gently in her arms, kissing her cheek. One of her hands rested lightly on Eilwy's ass, stroking the crevice between her cheeks through the thin fabric. Her other hand explored Eilwy's small breasts teasingly. Eilwy stood stiffly, enduring, as Celia's hand pushed it's way knowingly into her bikini bottoms to fondle her ass cheeks. A sly finger slipped between them, separating them briefly, and retreated again.

Celia nibbled Eilwy's ear. "Don't be nervous, enchantress," she whispered. "I'll look after you." Her fingers tugged at Eilwy's bikini and the bottoms came loose and drifted to the floor. Eilwy was completely naked at last, and with her hands tied behind her back she was quite unable to cover herself.

Grinning, Celia pushed the enchantress back onto her bed, where so many other foolish girls had come to a sticky end. Eilwy was giving muffled protests into her gag. How she was going to enjoy defiling the enchantress who once turned her into a frog!

"Shhhh," Celia whispered, drawing her fingernails done Eilwy's thighs and making her moan. Celia knelt between Eilwy's legs, smelling her pussy and admiring its soft, pink folds. She breathed on it, and Eilwy writhed, goosebumps rising tellingly on her thighs. Celia brushed a finger against the enchantress's lips and enjoyed her helpless moan.

"You're just a dirty little girl, Eilwy," Celia whispered. "You want me so badly!"

Then she pressed her face between Eilwy's legs and slowly slipped her tongue into Eilwy's delightfully moist pussy. The poor enchantress lay still, trying to ignore the insistent, warm pressure of the Marquess's teasing tongue as it set to work. It was impossible. The Marquess knew exactly what she was doing, and she was soon rubbing her tongue on the little lump of flesh that Eilwy had vainly hoped she wouldn't find. Celia teased the enchantress's clitoris gently, learning how best to press against it to make the poor enchantress writhe and finally squeal into her gag. This was power! She thought.

She licked a finger and slowly slid it between Eilwy's ass cheeks, playing with her tender starfish but not pushing in. Then she slipped two fingers into Eilwy's pussy, and used them to simulate the feeling of a cock being thrust into the enchantress's pussy whilst maintaining the attack with her tongue. Finally, she increased the pressure of her fingers against Eilwy's starfish and pushed them slowly into her anus. Eilwy sat bolt upright at this indignity, but Celia easily pushed her back. Both fingers went in, and she stretched them inside the enchantress's ass luxuriously.

With the Marquess's fingers exploring her ass and pussy, and her tongue lapping insistently at Eilwy's clitoris, it wasn't long before Celia felt the familiar, **** tensing in her victim's body.

"That's right Eilwy," she said, coming up for air. "Cum for me! Cum for your great enemy with my fingers up your ass!" Then she renewed her attack, flitting her tongue insistently across Eilwy's sensitive clitoris and enjoying how the enchantress struggled and squealed into her gag.

Then, suddenly, a powerful shudder ran through the enchantress's body and she gave a low, gutteral moan into her gag. Celia slowed her pace, wanting Eilwy to enjoy her orgasm and the shame that came with it. Eilwy's back arched and she cried out into her gag as the waves of pleasure rolled over her from the invasive fingers and tongue.

Finally Celia pulled back, satisfied, and wiped her mouth. She pulled a bellcord by the bed, and moments later Sara came into the bedroom, pushing a large chest on wheels. She sniggered when she saw Eilwy lying naked and sprawled on Celia's bed, clearly violated and exhausted, her little breasts rising and falling slowly.

"You may leave," Celia said.

Once Sara had gone, Celia opened the chest. Eilwy struggled to sit up, and saw the Marquess pulling a series of objects from it - oils, powders, a long, sealed box, and a large cock sculpted from ivory and attached to a leather waist harness that swung in Celia's hand like a club.

Eilwy shook her head and protested into her gag, shaking her head, hands still tied behind her back.

"You didn't think that was it, did you?" Celia teased. "Tired already? Ha ha! No, the night is young and we're going to play until morning I've got so much more to show you!"