"MMPH!"
Phoenix helplessly cried out; her voice being muffled by a gag in her mouth. It was the dusk of the Ceremony Day and Bloodthorn and her subordinates have been making the most of Phoenix till then.
She was still in her cell, now suspended from the ceiling in a hogtied position. A leather gag muffled her pleading moans as an enchanted, lube-soaked gloves move on its own to milk Phoenix's cock into a bucket. It moved at a slow, agonising pace, which brought the richest orgasms out of her.
Hanging from the ceiling, enduring the gruelling milking process as she's halfway through filling up her second bucket of the day, Phoenix still held onto hope. She hoped and preyed that someone would find her and rescue her. Little did she realise; Maggie May was on her way.
The sun was starting to set among the sea of pine trees. Maggie May had an unsettling gut feeling that time was running out for Phoenix, causing her to speed up her pace. After hours of non-stop trekking, she finally made it to the foot of the castle. She realised there was no way in hell she'd get in from the front, and so searched around the edges of the castle to find another way in.
As she searched for a secret entrance, she kept muttering and cursing Phoenix under her breath. As much as she loved her silly little Elf partner, Phoenix's knack for getting into trouble always irritated her, especially as Maggie would often have to save her. But she would still save her regardless, always willing to go out after her in a heartbeat. In the grand scheme of things, this was only a small inconvenience in their never-ending love for each other.
But as she searched the grounds, her agile Demon senses told her danger was near-by...
SLASH!
She rolled out the way, as a chipped, golden sword landed a few feet from her. She leaps back onto her feet, teeth gritted and ready for action.
Her attacker was a large creature, at least seven feet tall. A hulking, grey and white Wolfman stood tall over her. He was covered in a tattered, brown cloak, wielding his damaged sword.
"So, a new challenger enters my territory" the Wolfman declared.
Maggie May dusted herself off.
"I ain't here for no challenge so I suggest you kindly step aside, Wolfy."
The Wolfman chuckled.
"You seek to enter the castle? No one enters on my guard. For I, Greyhound the Undefeated, have made a sacred pledge to Madame Bloodthorn to protect her grounds."
The Demon rolled her eyes.
"Whatever, Wolfboy. If you won't let me pass, I'll simply just have to make you."
His mouth formed a snarling grin, his emerald eyes narrowing.
"So be it."
Greyhound leaped forward, slashing his sword at Maggie May. However, the Cowgirl was light on her feet and dodge and weaved each attack with incredible ease. She leaped and jumped around Greyhound like a taunting cricket, infuriating but impressing him. She reached for her six-shooter and quickly tried to gun him down, but Greyhound managed to slice through each bullet with his sword in no more than a flash. Maggie May was also impressed, she never met a swordsman like him.
This continued for another five minutes. Constant shooting and slicing with barely a graze on either of them. They were too evenly matched. This battle wasn't going to end soon, that was for certain.
"Holy Moses...You sure are a wild cayote, ain't ya?" panted Maggie May.
"GAH! How dare you compare me to such a mutt?! But I must admit, I've never fought a challenger as agile as you. We truly have met each other's match in combat."
Maggie May slumped down onto a tree stump.
