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The elvish knight finds herself in a tight spot, bound by vines that seem to have a mind of their own - a mind that has a definite interest in whipping her unarmored cheeks raw. It seems she still hasn't managed to find herself some pants following her previous ordeal (though she did find a cool cloth!). What force controls these malicious plants? Why is she in this forest, and why has she been targeted like this? Will anyone come to her rescue? And perhaps most pressingly, will the sharp thorns below her ever taste the punished flesh of her bountiful buns? Well...you tell me!
You know the drill: leave your own stories for this picture in the comments! The knight was my favorite of the Tell Me A Story girls to draw, so I figured her rump could do with some more reddening. I'm excited to see what tales you all come up with - and if any of them end with her cheeks spike-free!
It was almost comical how wrong things went in such a short amount of time. Earlier in the night the elf found herself spanked to tears by a roaming group of bandits who rudely took her pants as well.
Searching for refuge and something to cover her bare bottom. She wandered into the forest to avoid being seen by a trading caravan and found a small hut. Unfortunately the only thing she could use to cover herself though being a loincloth.
Her luck went from bad, to better to worse as the owner of this hut returned home.
Awitch of the woods.
The elf found herself dragged out by vines before even noticing the witch and when bound over a patch of thorns she was asked why she was trespassing. The witch figured she was here to punish for her crimes and didnt believe the knight for one second. Opting to have her vines whip her until she confesses. Unfortunately the elf was telling the truth and her already very sore bottom was paying the price. She sobbed as the vines whipped her bottom while the witch watched and teased
Though of course now she does want revenge on the witch But at this moment she was focusing on not being dropped onto the thorns below.
After recovering from the loss of her dignity-and her pants, the Young Elf Knight ventured back into the world. With the rain having stopped, her boots marched against the grass as she tried to continue her new quest; the quest to get revenge on the woman who wronged her.
Her first objective was to make it to the town of Bellville to resupply. In order to do so, she had to cross The Whipping Woods. Its name was due to the many bandits that would be hunted by the royal guards, tied to the trunks of trees, and whipped until their bottoms lit up the dark forest. The walk gave the Elf time to fashion a makeshift loincloth from some spare cloth she had on her person; it wasn't much for modesty, but it was better than nothing.
The Elf walked around the road, but found it too long and quite uncomfortable for her poor, smoldering bottom. Each step was unbearable, but she knew these woods well. She knew if she cut through them instead of following the beaten path, she'd reach Bellville faster.
That was her last mistake.
Unbeknownst to her, the Whipping Woods had another meaning to their name; the Whipping Plants that wildly grew int he grass. They had snatched the Elf and began to bind her. She tried to reach for her blade, but the vines subdued her wrists. They tied them behind above her head and held her up in the air, her sword softly hitting the grass.
LASH!
The first lick of the whip made the young Elf cry out. "Damnation!" Again and again, the vine whipped at her tender flesh. Hot tears returned and began to roll down her umber cheeks as her lower ones were regaining her crimson color. She fought against her bondage, but was helpless to the maniacle plant monster that lived off of the salty tears of humanoids that wandered off the beaten trail. Her only hope was that she could cry enough to feed the creature before her cheeks were bloody and worn, or that a champion would save her.
Here we see miss Krimson Kane having ventured into the whipping woods looking for firewood not knowing why the have their name.
Unfortunately she found out the hard way the plants due to a long history of being used on naughty bottoms grabbed her and proceeded to tenderize her terrific toned tail.
