Evie: A Wintry Ambush p25

Artwork by ArtOfVenus, vignette below!

page 24 and vignette at the WordPress link

Seems a bit nippy out…

Evie scouts the northern woods for a troublesome ogre. But there are other creatures besides ogres lurking in the forest!


“Thas’ right, boys, caughts ourselfs a reel Ranger,” the leader taunted.  “An’ a curvy ‘un, too!”

He circled, watching me closely while his squad removed my gear.  Under his watchful eye, and with the tip of that spear hovering over my nose, I didn’t dare resist being stripped.  I still had hope they’d take my gear and leave me tied up and alone, but I didn’t really believe it.

Once my wrists were secured, the snotlings untied my ankles just long enough to peel off my long boots.  When my bare feet were securely bound again, they removed the net completely.  

The entire time, they were pretty blatant about touching and handling my newly exposed flesh.  Their orange squig kept sniffing and licking at me, too—I could feel his tongue tasting my skin.

With the net off me, I could finally turn so that my chest wasn’t pressed into the cold wet ground.  My blouse was so soaked through that it was barely covering my breasts any more, and I could only imagine how see-through it had become—or what the cold was doing to my nipples.

The leader kept leering at me and adjusting the front of his trousers for the growing bulge there.

“Please, Sir,” I implored him.  “I have gold in my purse back at the inn…I can take you there.”  I desperately needed to convince him to let me go before things got more out of hand.


This is page 25 of a full Evie story in collaboration with ArtOfVenus.

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And watch for more with Evie soon!


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