Artwork by ArtOfVenus, vignette below!
page 26 and vignette at the WordPress link
Well, that’s rude…
Evie scouts the northern woods for a troublesome ogre. But there are other creatures besides ogres lurking in the forest!
“Gold?” the snotling leader mocked. “Why din’t ya says? We’s can jus’ trusts ya t’ go git it?”
“Boss! Wait’minit…” The snotling holding the spear cut in. “We’s gonna let this humie-girl go?”
“NO, you idgy-its!” He snarled scornfully. “We’s NOT lettin’ ‘er go! Jus’ lookie all dat curvy girl flesh…worth more’n gold!” He leered and his crew laughed. “We’s alls gon’ enjoy yer girlie flesh, ranger!” As if to emphasize that, the leader slid his hand down his trousers and began to grope himself. “An’ if’n ya don’ pleases us, we’s kin jus’ sells ya to th’ orcs fer ev’n more gold!”
‘Oh, fork,’ I groaned. This was getting worse. I had heard such threats often before, and I often patiently endured manhandling when captured, confident I would eventually escape. And if necessary, I was willing to use my…assets…to charm my captors into letting down their guard.
But these creepy little guys weren’t my typical captors. They didn’t want information, or ransom or bribes. They weren’t intimidated by me as a ranger…and seemed too impulsive and erratic for charm or reason. I was still confident I could escape, but so far they’d kept me controlled.
The squad was emboldened by his words and my helplessness; I felt many hands on bare skin, gripping my legs, and sliding hands inside my blouse. But their leader seemed eager to see more: “Oy!” he commanded. “Get yer slimy hands off dat ‘n get ‘er stinkin’ cunt wrap offa ’er!”
This is page 26 of a full Evie story in collaboration with ArtOfVenus.
And watch for more with Evie soon!