TREANTACLE

THUD splish. "OW!"

Eilwy fell ass to earth. Several serpents and vines were snaking towards her. She raised her hands, quickly incinerating the plants, then immediately repelling the snakes with a rare charm. The well experienced witch knew not to expect snakes favoring her arcane influence over her rivals' natural divinity, and there were far too many to attack each one.

She expected counter attacks and summoned a wall of fire as other vines launched for a second strike, but then realized she was burning her own clothes! She sprinted to reach it, but a Assha bested her. Holding the flaming panties, flaunting them under her chin. Eilwy praised the air and damned the Earth and with a hefty, upward motion, telekinetically levitated Assha. Throwing her high, Eilwy didn't expect a bird to fly down in her circle of fire and slam beak first into her face, breaking her concentration and ending the upward stream of fire, tho some leaves and Eilwy's possessions were still aflame.

The bird was sent by Niamh while Assha motioned a branch to swing out so that she could step gently on it instead of falling to the ground. Her toes touched the thick part nearest the trunk and the very end of branch continued swinging sideways, slapping Eilwy in the face just after the bird retreated.

Eilwy was naked and had been knocked into the mud several times. Her magic bag was missing, meaning the nymphs probably had all her powerful possessions. They wouldn't care for half the stuff her collection contained... Unless it corrupted them, and there was chip from a shattered grave stone, but also a special sapphire that protected against mind altering magic. And everything else that kept her safe.

Come to think of it it, Eilwy had to admit to herself her reputation came mostly from the power of what she owned, and her own capabilities, while impressive, were nowhere near the league she found self in. She had to get to safety.

"Okay... OKAY!..." She stood and stumbled, ready to dodge and burn anything that flew at her. She looked around. There were trees everywhere. Not just like before, where she could comfortably walk and push thin branches aside. The trees had grown larger and more numerous, and melded together. It was as though she was inside a giant, tall bush.

"Look! I'll... Spare you for now but, you have to stop playing games." Eilwy sent fire at different chunks of her surroundings, creating a makeshift hall. She hurried through cluster of branches and leaves as shadows turned into pitch blackness. She was naked and **** except her cutting magic, and lit the way with a floating orb of fire. It kept her warm int this gauntlet. But she had no way of knowing which way to go. Her divinations were often useful to map the way, but the nymphs could bend the very time and space of these woodlands, tricking the truth of reality itself, so Eilwy wandered aimlessly, until she she wandered into a small dome, covered,by thickly interwoven branches above, but far enough above she could walk more comfortably, not scratched stray thorns. She saw several small figures sitting on rocks. She brightened her firelight, revealing them to be wooden statues, covered in leaves. She got closer and immediately stopped when they all turned their heads to look at her. It was the troll, knight, and goblins.

SMACK!

"AHHhhH!" She had just been spanked by a large, long branch. Before she could even react, just as she screamed, another large branch, which itself split into many slender branches, wrapped around her like an octopus, flipping her upside down, and holding her in a contorted and humiliating position with her ass shaking in the air, stuck out from a net of branches, and her face pressed sideways into mud. Her legs were splayed open with the soles of her feet facing each other and her knees bent and pointed sideways; i.e. diamond position.

The knight and troll moved first. The knight was mostly naked still, but leaves covered her torso and she had re-equipped her shoulder plates and shin guards. The troll's cock was now covered in bark, like the rest of their bodies.

Vines wrapped around Eilwy's knees and pulled her legs down further, so her feet were totally upside down and her soles faced the sky, which couldn't be seen through the canopy above. Eilwy tried to keep from breaking any concentration on the fire she mentally held above her, contemplating where to send it to, but she knew if she set fire to the woods, she would burn with everyone else. The nymphs could keep her locked in place then regrow everything after she was incinerated.

So she had to endure the wooden logs and twisting vines that slid into her. Only,a few vines at first... But it wasn't long before her belly, womb, and bowels were filled with sticks and leave. She was slapped around the whole while, and fucked by thick, toxic branches that would move her in every direction despite her restraints. In and out, swirling clockwise then instantly reversing rotation, all while getting spanked and whipped. The fireorb shrunk dimmer until it no longer existed and Eilwy was only crying and getting fucked and beaten.

Different powders made her itch horribly.

Special feathers and leaves tickled her in ways she never knew could make laughter horrible.

It was so hellish. The nymphs used their treants to mix and beat her the way she used a cauldron and cooking utensils to prepare dinner.

"You are only a little girl."

"Yes, a crying. Naked. Girl. You're spanked and can't even take a good fucking, but strip and masturbate to the idea that you could, because you're a little slut."

"We can make you laugh or cry if we want. We can do anything to you."

"Or leave you here to die. Die getting fucked by trees." The nymphs circles Eilwy as she was stretched out. Her face was still pushed in the mud, but now, so was her tailbone. Branches no longer formed a net over her torso and legs, instead just holding her ankles high, and her legs straight. With her back in the mud and her ass on the ground, her belly was perfect seat for Assha and Niamh.

The saw on her tummy and made kissed each other, rubbing Eilwy's breasts and face with their pussies. They gropped and slapped her. And the whole while, she was still getting throat and ass fucked by long, thick branches, and her butt was still being whipped by razorthorn vines. The soles of her feet blistered while pussy juice slid across her torso.

The leafkin statues waited for nymphs to finish fucking on her, to carry her back to the human village. Once this naughty girl bound herself to a pact and admitted that she is as they say she is, she'd be fucked by these homunculi all the way to a mortal town, and would never be able to use magic again, and these abominations were to then turn into a small grove trapping Eilwy forever.