It gave him a hard time, but Tilor and Fynn offered a helping hand too

Once the deal had been sealed, the guys had suddenly shown all that eagerness Rayla was expecting.
Tilor and Fynn rushed to pick the wooden bench and moved it next to her. They barely took their eyes off her for a second as they did. She let them come closer with seeming carelessness, but under the appearance, she was ready to spring and kick them away in case they attempted something weird other than respectfully drool over her from arm's reach distance.

Meanwhile, Edrig had retrieved his lockpick. To everyone's relief, he seemed to have an unexpected sword-eater talent and had hidden the lockpick down his throat, of all the bodily secret hidings.
"Move," he grunted to his companions. He hopped on the bench, he was the tallest among the three, a little taller even than her, had judged Rayla, so he had no troubles in reaching the lock of the chain.

When he climbed, his swaying erection bumped a couple of times against the Elf taut midriff like a clapper on a drum and then nestled right into her belly button.
It tickled. And it felt hot and hard against her skin. With her keen Elf senses, Rayla could smell its Human musk very clearly from such a closer distance.
That made her even more uncomfortable, if that was possible, especially as Edrig appeared to be oblivious of it.

He wasn't in truth, but he kept pretending he had not noticed and didn't do anything to prevent the tip of his cock to bump into the beautiful Elf prisoner, again and again, as he started to work on the lock.

A few minutes later, he was still pretending to pick the lock.
Meanwhile, his two companions, who had initially backed out to watch the scene expectantly, had closed in on them again, one at each side.

"Would it help, if we lifted her up, Ed?"
At first, Edrig didn't reply. The lockpicking wasn't easy as he expected. He had no idea of what he was doing. He was a smith's apprentice after all, not a burglar. He wondered why people often assumed that smiths could pick locks. They just broke them open with a wedge when they needed it, lockpicks were just a thing they made and sold.
Now though, if only he could manage to open this one, he felt he could persuade Rayla to let him fuck her out of gratitude.
He really liked her, under the appearances, even if she was just a wretched Elf.

"Yeah, that could help. I have trouble working from this angle. Lift her up, but just a little bit or I won't see what I'm doing," he said. "And keep her steady and facing me."
Fynn and Tilor nodded, closed in on Rayla, and grabbed each one a leg.
They really didn't need much more than that as an excuse to start feeling her up again.
After a few tentatives, they found a grab that held.
"W-Wait guys..." she whimpered as she felt their hands close around her tights, inches under her most sensitive parts, and their whole bodies, magical throbbing erections included, press against the naked skin of her hips.

They proceeded to lift her up of a couple of inches, just enough for the chain to come loose.
This also caused Edrig's erection to rub downward on Rayla's belly, ending with its tip right into her soft hairy mound.
"Take it easy, would you?" she squeaked feeling assaulted a bit from every side. She couldn't just tell the Humans to stop what they were doing though, she was the one who had asked them to pick the lock after all.
For how uncomfortable she was, she knew she had to bear with the groping and the humping a little longer. She would teach them about personal space once she was free, she thought.
They would have learned to keep the distance them, one way or another.

Rayla squirmed and puffed.
The boys weren't being aggressive, that was true, but they were taking advantage of the situation to feel her up without a doubt. She had noticed that Tilor and Fyn had let her weight slip her down enough for their fingers to come really close to her pussy.
She felt if she slid further down even a just tiny little bit more they would be touching her crotch. And she was sliding, she was helpless about it. In fact, the more she wriggled, the more she slipped.

Also, as Edrig tried to get on top of the lock, the two boys had casually started to grind their shaft against her tights, using the side of their own arms to increase the friction.
Rayla could feel the burning heat of their cocks against hers, the traces of wetness coming out from their tips. It was just too much.

"Hey, fellas... Tilor, Fynn, ahem, would you kindly back off a little and give me some air? I bet Edrig would work faster too if just stopped jerking me around."
"In a bit," grunted Tilor.
Rayla looked down.
"Oh come on, guys...," she clicked her tongue." Are you jerking off again, aren't you? Can't you just wait until I'm free? I thought we had a deal..."

"Sorry Rayla, you smell too good. And your skin, hmm, it is so, sooo soft, sooo smooth," mewled Fynn.
"Hey, that's not fair! I'm working for everyone here and you chucklefucks beat your meat down there instead of helping," snapped Edrig.
"It's not like we can help it, Ed, you know it. Chill, just gives us a minute, nngh."
"Hey! Are you asking his permission now, Tilor? I'm the one you're rubbing yourself onto!"