The nymphs have underestimated Eilwy

Eilwy used her time during the last section of the walk very productively.

To her nymph tormenters Eilwy appeared crushed, humiliated and defeated. They still giggled at the memory of how she'd cried and cum as she was fucked by Gorge the troll, and they no longer really considered the enchantress to be a threat.

In short, they underestimated her. Which of course was exactly what Eilwy wanted. Throughout the entire walk, the sharp minded enchantress was watchful, observing, and waiting for any opportunity to make an escape.

With the nymphs' capture of Laralassa, that opportunity had come. For now, the bounty hunter's sleek magic blade was sticking out of Niamh's bag and glinting in the sun. The nymphs saw it only as an object for exchange and quite forgot about its other uses.

Eilwy took her time. Occasionally she'd stumble into Niamh, and take the opportunity to rub her bonds on the blade. Once, Niamh went into the trees to relieve herself and Eilwy had a whole thirty seconds where she could rub the ropes binding her wrists against its sharp edge unseen. As they got closer to the city, she felt the ropes weakening and loosening. Finally, a mere mile from the city walls, the nymphs stopped to argue about market tactics and Eilwy managed to get the blade between her wrists and slice entirely through the rope.

The nymphs didn't even notice.

She stepped back and pulled the gag from her mouth. She spat on the road, disgusted at the leathery taste in her mouth, and tossed the gag away. She then stretched leisurely, feeling the tension releasing in her arms and back. It felt so good to be free!

It was only then that the nymphs noticed that their captive was no longer helpless. Their mouths dropped. Nymph darted forward, whispering words to summon creatures of the wood in their defense, and Assha went to grab the sword.

Eilwy dismissed their threat with a single word. Both nymphs fell to the ground, rolling around in pain, as their clothes shrank around them!

"That's better," Eilwy said. How nice it was to speak again! She thanked the gods that they hadn't met anyone important on the road who might have recognised her - just that bounty hunter, but the nymphs had taken care of her.

"Noooooo," Assha moaned, rolling around and clutching her breasts, which were being painfully squeezed by her contracting dress.

Niamh made one last attempt to call for aid, but the words failed her and she collapsed to the ground. Wordlessly, Eilwy bound both nymph's wrists and once more placed a hex on them so that they could not speak of her ordeal at the brutal hands of the troll.

"It seems we're back where we were in Fandorn Forest, with you girls in your proper place," Eilwy said sweetly, crouched over the nymphs. Now they were helpless she had returned their clothes to near normal size, although still slightly too tight so as to be uncomfortable around their waists and breasts. "Since we're at Akn-Reibar, you two can go to a good home. I'm sure plenty of men would like a nymph companion, and will be willing to part with good money for your acorns. And then, I have business with the Temple."

She threaded a rope through the nymphs wrists and yanked them to their feet. Both girls looked miserable and defeated, and Eilwy felt a pleasing wetness between her legs. How nice it was to be back on top! She could put that horrid business in Fandorn Forest behind her at last.

"March," she ordered, and the nymphs meekly set off, heads bowed. It wasn't long before the huge walls and twisted spires of Akn-Reibar rose before them and the three girls finally entered the great and wicked city, renowned for its **** market and treacherous politics, where further adventures awaited them - as we shall see.