The nymphs are pilloried

It didn't take the elf long to wrestle the nymphs into pillaries. She extracted them from the net one at a time, starting with Assha, one hand over her mouth and the other twisting her arm up their back.

The nymphs kicked and struggled but they were no match for the bounty hunter. In less than fifteen minutes, the elf was stepping back to admire her handiwork, wiping the dirt from her hands with a satisfied smile.

The two nymphs were firmly secure, bent over in a humiliating and **** position, their wrists and necks firmly secured in the wooden blocks and their asses raised in the air. The bounty hunter had torn their cloaks off, so they only wore the low cut dresses they had taken from the chest at Fandorn Forest. Their pillories faced each other - "so you get a good view of the action", as the elf put it. They were also, like Eilwy, now gagged.

"Not bad, not bad," said the elf. 'Could be better though. Let's see," she paused theatrically. "How DID you girls so eloquently put it - something about feeling a breeze on my lady lips...?"

Grinning, she walked behind Assha and lifted the hem of her dress over her back, tucking it into her belt and leaving her beautiful ass naked in the air. Assha grunted protests into her gag, shuffling her feet impotently. The elf then made her way to Niamh, who was shaking her head frantically. It was to no avail. Her dress, too, was lifted over her ass, leaving her feminine vulnerabilities completely bared.

The bounty hunter stood back, looking satisfied. The two nymphs, blushing and mumbling protests into their gags, were of course quite unable to reach around and lower their dresses to cover their dignity.

"That's certainly better. What do you think, witch?"

Eilwy glared at her balefully. She had her own problems to consider. The bounty hunter was taking no chances with her. The ropes around her wrists had been replaced with metal shackles, which also tied around her ankles in one single loop. Unable now to walk, she had been tossed over the bounty hunter's horse like a sack of turnips, from where she watched the events unfold.

"Exactly," the elf purred. "Don't worry girls, you should be free before too long. You'll just need to use your charms. Good luck!"

So saying, she swung herself onto her horse and patted Eilwy's ass instructively. "Hang on, dear," she said. "I wouldn't want you to fall off." Then she flicked the reigns and set off for the Marquess de Rousseau's castle at speed.