Can’t help being bratty

“You spoon-eared son of a bitch!” the ginger screams at you. High marks for the inventive insult, but you’re a man of your word and before she can even blink she’s lost her pants and is left stark naked in the glade, with the exception of her boots. She yelps and moves a hand down to cover her crotch. “Eek! Y-you damned perverted piece of-“

> Woosh! < A quick burst of motion and her arms are tied in a 'hands up' position, roped to a horizontal wooden pole affixed behind her shoulders.

“Aargh! Release me you human scumba-“

> Swish!! < Her feet, now clad in only socks, are forced apart by a spreader bar secured tightly to her ankles.

“Wretched fuc-“

> Zzzoof! < She’s blindfolded, stumbling around in confusion

“Agh! When I get my hands on you, you’ll eat-“

> Snip, snap! < Two nippleclamps have appeared in place, using some pilfered laundry clips.

“Eeeep!! Ow, ow, you fucking fuckfaced fu-“

> Zip! < A crotchrope is inserted into her nethers, causing her instantly noticeable discomfort.

“Hnngg, unngh, you.. you brute, you b-bastard, you...”

> Swoosh < The ginger’s tirade is finally reduced to a muffle, as a ballgag is stuffed into her mouth.

Blinded, trussed up and silenced, she waddles around helplessly as the other elves look on aghast at her sudden predicament. The brunette takes a few anxious steps back, holding her hands up in a placating gesture: “W-we swear we don’t know anything! We have no idea what you’re talking about, please believe us!”