Tank the attack

You grasp your sword with both hands and hold it in front of you, getting into a defensive position that should allow you to deflect her incoming attack.

Tara finishes her preparation and all her chains gather in front of her, intertwined with each other. She throws her arm in your direction and with a cry of "Chain snakes" the mass of chains rush towards you. You narrow your eyes and tighten your grip on your sword, ready to use it to deflect them. As they get closer, you move your sword up to parry the attack only to hit the air.

Just before the chains reach you, they all split in all directions, encircling you and diving towards you from all sides. You are taken completely by surprise and can't defend against chains attacking from all angles. Two of them managed to lock around your legs, tying them together and restraining your moves. Another one wrap itself around your arm and pulls it in one direction, leaving you open for another to sneak on your other arm and pull in the opposite direction, leaving your arms spread open, your sword falling from your now weak fingers. Another chain slithers around your neck and start to pull, pulling your head back. It also pulls your arms behind your head and tie your wrists together.

The chains holding your ankles don't stop there and go up your knees, binding them together as well and pull, making you lose your balance and fall on your knees. Finally the three other chains lashes at your body repeatedly until your armor falls in pieces around you, leaving you naked and on display to a grinning Tara that slowly comes closer.

"Now that's how a rebel scum should present herself to her Mistress. It only misses a small thing." She flicks her fingers and one chain wraps around your tits, pushing them out. The chains on your legs pull in different directions, forcing you to open your legs while another circles your waist and fasten herself over your pussy lips, the cold metal gliding over your lips making you moan softly.

"Perfect, that's a good girl" Tara says patronizingly as she pats your head. You can't see yourself completely, but from the position of your limbs, you are in the perfect position of a slavegirl presenting herself : hands behind her head, tits pushed out, legs spread.

Your situation is somewhere between **** and fucked as you try to escape your bindings, but the more you pull, the tighter the chains. And to make things worse, your struggle made the chains over your tits and pussy grind deliciously on your sensitive parts. Tara slaps your cheek softly.

"Ah ah ah, not so easy to escape isn't it? But it feels good to try no? Don't worry, once I'm done with you, you'll beg me to tighten the chains harder."

You gulp as Tara smirks at you.