Interrogate Tit-tit

SPLASH!

Meltwater trickles down Tit-tit's breasts. She's standing beneath a tall pine tree, her hands tied to a branch above her head, her feet bare in the pure white snow. She's stark naked, her breasts glowing pink with heat, her plump bottom flexing as she shifts uncomfortably from toe to toe, her majestic thighs gleaming in the arctic sunlight.

Her red curls fall around her bare shoulders. She squirms and looks away from you, not meeting your gaze, but feeling your eyes creep over her beautiful nude figure. A bright red blush glows in her cheeks and all down her body, making it impossible to conceal the fact of her shame.

Another snowball flies through the air.

"Score!" Daisy cries, as it lands with a splash between the snow elf's tits, making her squeal and try to wriggle away from the sudden burst of cold. "Now tell us where Rittley is, or I'll throw another one!"

"I keep trying to tell you, I have no idea who that is!"

"What do you think, boss?" Daisy winks at you. She's been throwing snowballs at Tit-tit for twenty minutes now, pelting the elf's tits and ass and pussy with perfectly aimed projectiles, and she's not getting tired of it any time soon. "Reckon she's telling the truth?"

"Maybe?" you say. "It's not as if Rittley's a well-known goddess. But you might as well give her another one between the thighs."

"Wait, no-"

SPLASH!

"Eeek! Stop! I swear I don't know!"

Daisy shrugs. "I'm out of ideas. We've tried spanking, we've tried tickling, we've tried nipple pinches, we've tried making out with her. Nothing's worked. Could be she really doesn't know where Rittley is."

"I don't! I-"

SPLASH!

A snowball in the mouth keeps her quiet as you look at her thoughtfully. "Might as well let her go," you say, at last.

"Yes. Give me back my clothes and let me go!"

You snap your fingers, and the rope holding her to the tree dissolves. She drops to her knees, cupping her bare body with her hands and pouting up at you. You can tell she wants to insult you, but the memory of all those snowballs is preventing her from saying a word. She looks gorgeous, down on her knees and cupping her full breasts with her hands, glowing pink all over and an expression of adorable frustration on her face.

You smirk at her.

"Let you go. Sure. Give your clothes back? That's another question."