Yes, the tailor's daughter follows her.

It was surprisingly easy to convince Elisa to follow her back to the bakery. "There's something you need to see, Elisa," Gilly told her friend, and the short girl with her mesmerizing haircolour, ashblond with a shimmer of red, just nodded and joined her. As always, Elisa was wearing a flamboyant skirt, self-made, combined with a tight fitting blouse which emphasized her quite impressive breasts.

The rain had stopped, but nobody was yet on the streets. Gilly thought she heard noises from the smithy, but she ignored everything. The Masters had ordered her to bring them Elisa and that was the only thing that mattered. She really hoped the Masters would reward her with a good fucking once she completed this job.

As she walked through the door of the bakery with Elisa, the tailor's daughter looked around inquisitive.
"So? What is it, Gilly?" she asked. Then she shrieked as one of the Masters charged her from his hiding place behind the door, pushed her to the floor and pulled Elisa's arms behind her back. The blonde young woman kicked and screamed, but was just as easily overpowered by the two Masters as Gilly had been before her.

"Relax, Elisa!" Gilly told her. "The Masters don't do any harm to us. Not if we are well behaving." Elisa, though, didn't seem to hear or, which was weird, because Gilly stood right next to her. She struggled and continue to offer resistance, until the Masters had her hogtied on the floor and pushed a thick leather strap between her lips which turned her protests into uncomprehensible mumble. She stared at Gilly in panic and confusion. Gilly sighed. Elisa still didn't understand that the Masters were the source of endless pleasure. Hopefully, she'll understand soon.

"We should hurry back to the Mansion," one of the Masters said and the other one nodded.
"Let's gather the others and count the spoils."

One Master threw the hogtied Elisa over her shoulder, demonstrating strength that belied his small stature and walked outside. Gilly followed him. As they stepped into the center of the village, another imp appeared from the smithy, Katarina in tow on a leash, her arms tied behind her back. She looked dazed and subdued, as if she followed the imp meekly but not yet with the full conviction that Gilly felt. From the corner to the right, another two imps appeared, carrying a struggling Ysdella, also bound and tied, on their shoulders.

The group led (or carried) the girls to the outskirts of the town where a big, sturdy cart stood waiting. The three girls in bondage were roughly shoved on the cart, while Gilly climed onto it on her own, sitting next to her three friends and studying them thoughtfully. She felt a slight sting of jealousy that the Masters had captured other girls as well. Then again, only Elisa could boast to match Gilly's boobs. That must count for something, right? Also, stupid Ysdella and Elisa were still struggling in their bonds, apparently pleading Gilly in vain to help them escape. "Shhhh!" she told them. "Don't fight the Masters. Or they will punish you. If you are good girls, the Masters will fuck you as well. That's what we want, right?"

The cart started and the Masters were leading Gilly and the other girls away from the village. Gilly hummed a song while fondling her breasts absentmindedly. She felt quite horny again. It had been a while since she had a cock shoved into her...