The Dungeon

The castle dungeon was large and well equipped. It was lit by torches hung at regular intervals, which cast flickering shadows on the walls. It was, perhaps surprisingly, dry and warm; Celia spent a lot of time in the dungeon, and she had an aversion to cold and dank spaces.

The dungeon consisted of one main chamber, which was well stocked but saw little use these days, and eight individual cells of varying sizes. There were no windows or grates, and the walls were think enough to drown out any sound.

No one had ever escaped Celia's dungeon, which she was very proud about.

The gaolor, a swarthy man wearing a hood who seemed to be made entirely out of muscle and spoke only in single grunted syllables, fumbled with the giant rusted keys and opened the cell door for Celia, who waited impatiently, tapping her foot. The door slowly creaked open. Celia pulled herself up to her full posture before sweeping in. She was already smirking before she even saw Eilwy.

And there she was. Eilwy the Enchantress was manacled by her wrists in the middle of the room to a chain that looped around the centre of the stone ceiling. The chain was purposefully tied slightly too short, pulling her uncomfortably onto tip-toe, both arms pulled straight and high over her head. She still wore her simple black robe, belted around her waist, and her boots. Her ****, taut posture meant that her robe was pulled tightly around her body, molded around her small breasts and even the top of her thighs, showcasing her lovely, slender figure. She remained gagged.

Eilwy glared at Celia, but Celia saw the little flash of fear that the powerful enchantress tried to hide. The enchantress knew she was in trouble. Celia felt elated, and knew her own eyes would be gleaming. Glancing down, she was unsurprised to see that her nipples had swollen with excitement and were clearly visible through the fabric of her dress.

"Well, well, well," she purred, circling the enchantress. Eilwy made no attempt to try to watch her. She kept her head neutral and looked coolly straight ahead at the cell door. The indifference was clearly an act - Celia was amused to see how the enchantress involuntarily tensed, half expecting a blow.

What a nice ass, she thought admiringly, glancing down at Eilwy's rounded rear. We'll be getting to know each other quite well, she thought.

She passed back round to Eilwy's front again, smiling. Then, in one sudden motion, she leant forward and ripped Eilwy's robe down to her belt. Eilwy squealed into her gag in surprise. Her beautiful breasts were now exposed to Celia's expert evaluation, still wobbling slightly at the **** of their reveal.

"By Great Godin's axe!" Celia laughed. "I seem to remember you got quite upset when I suggested you had small tits, but LOOK at them! They really are tiny!" Celia reached out contemptuously and gave one of Eilwy's little tits a squeeze.

Whilst the enchantress did indeed have small breasts, they were pert and quite attractive. Celia licked her lips, eying Eilwy's cheerfully pink nipples with expert eyes. "Oh my, those nipples do look sensitive," she gloated. "I think I'm going to need to play with them. I'm a master of pain and pleasure Eilwy, and it will be you're choice which you get. Now let's see the rest of you."

She reached out and unclasped Eilwy's belt, pulling it quickly through the robe and tossing it away. As the robe had already been torn from Eilwy's shoulders, without the belt there was nothing to hold it up and it drifted slowly down Eilwy's body to pile at her feet.

Eilwy now stood stretched taut in just her little black panties. Celia ran a finger along Eilwy's taut, toned midriff, enjoying how the enchantress jerked away. She really is sensitive, Celia realised happily. Eilwy was just human after all - and she knew how to torment humans. She slipped her finger down into Eilwy's panties and tugged at the elastic teasingly.

"Are you ready to show me your secret?" she said, smiling. Then she pulled hard on Eilwy's panties, snapping the elastic, letting them fall uselessly to the floor.

Eilwy's final mystery was revealed - her delicate pink pussy lips surrounded by dark pubic hair. She normally kept herself well shaved, but the days on the road meant that she'd acquired some stubble around the outsides of her bush.

"Oh my. Eilwy...!" Celia breathed, raising an eyebrow and enjoying Eilwy's deepening blush and averted gaze. "I'm going to have so much fun with you."

Then she clapped her hands loudly. "Fetch my maids," she commanded loudly.

It didn't take long for them to appear. They were two young girls, one blonde and one brunnete, wearing short black maid outfits that showed plenty of leg. They were barely twenty. They giggled at the sight of Eilwy, stark naked and helpless.

"I want her groomed and washed," Celia ordered. "Don't make her look like a little girl, let her keep a strip of hair. Make sure she's soaped properly, and apply oils as necessary." The girls bowed.

Celia reached out and gently stroked Eilwy's naked breast. "What shall I do to you first?" she whispered.