Signs of a struggle

After an hour of walking through the forest, cutting through bushes and tree branches, Joy and Willow stumbled upon something strange.

In front of them was a small brown bag surrounded by sticks, strings, and oddly enough crudely made iron weapons. An air of dread and mystery emanated from the scene, something that shook Willow to her core when she laid her eyes on it.

“What the hell happened here?” Joy said to herself. She stepped forward, with Willow close behind, toward the strange scene. She took a couple steps before stepping on something solid. She looked down before picking up the strange object.

It was a small sickle, made of rough feeling iron with imperfections all across the edge. The handle was made of crudely shaped oak. The sickle overall was small in Joy’s hand, as if it was made for a child, or smaller creature. She tossed the weapon aside and grabbed the bag, which was torn apart. She opened the bag, only to find nothing but holes.

That was, until Willow saw an engraving on the front of the bag. She immediately recognized the language, it was Elvish for “Property of Oakstaff.”

“Willow, this bag, it’s Oakstaffs!” Joy exclaimed in hesitant relief.

“Really? Why would his bag be out here in the middle of the forest?” Willow asked.

“Not too sure, but it’s safe to say he might’ve been ambushed, or worse…” Joy replied.

“Ambushed by what?” Willow asked.

Before joy could respond, the bushes around her and Willow began to shake vigorously. The two could hear tiny footsteps walking around them through the leaves of the bushes, leaving them on edge.

Joy began to pull out her bow before suddenly a giant net flew out from the bush in front of her! The net flew so fast in the air that Joy couldn’t react in time, causing her to get trapped! The net wrapped around her slim body tightly, restricting her movement and causing her to fall to the ground.

Willow tried to help, cautiously moving forward to try and untie Joy, but she couldn’t really do anything with her hands occupied with holding her pants up.

Willow wanted to help her, but that would mean stripping off her bottoms and revealing her bare ass to who ever was responsible for this trap. Her face glowed a crimson glow before she conceded, dropping her drawers in pursuit to free her friend. Her pants and undies quickly pooled to her ankles, and with her bent over, her thick ass and pussy lips were on full display.

“Can you untie faster!” Joy exclaimed.

“I’m trying my best okay!?” Willow replied in a shaky voice.

But as she was attending to Joy, Willow was unable to react to the second net flying at her from behind. Before she knew it, she was trapped by the same net as Joy, but she was also completely bottomless too!

“HELP! ANYONE HELP US!” Willow screamed as she tried to wiggle herself out of the net trap but alas it was futile.

Instead of the voices of any human passerby, a whole gang of dark red cobalts began piling out from the bushes. These kobolds were small, smaller than your average child even, with crude looking clothing made out of uncured leather and furs. They held similar knives and sickles that Joy found earlier.

Before Willow or Joy could even plead for their freedom, one of the kobolds took the blunt side of his weapon and smacked it against Willow’s head, knocking her out cold before her vision turned to black…