The other drow attacks

Lyra stumbled for a moment, and in her confusion, she failed to see the drow with the ponytail jumping into action. Lyra felt a sharp sting on her left arm, as the whip struck and wrapped around her limb.

She turned, swinging her sharp blade at the foul woman, but the drow dodged with a laugh. "Awww. What a fiesty little pet. He he"

The other elf responds. "I like her. Maybe we should keep her for ourselves."

Lyra responds with a growl, swinging her blade at the other elf. "I'm no-ones pet! Evil demons!"

The rope around her arm suddenly pulled tight, throwing off her swing, letting the elf dodge easily.

Lyra glanced back at her arm. The whip had shifted. There was now a knot, tied tight around her wrist, securing her arm to a nearby tree.

"What the?"

The ponytailed elf stepped in front of Lyra, no longer holding the whip.

"It's magic. Silly little pet. Don't you light elves have magic rope?"

As Lyra watched the rope around her arm continued to shift, slithering up her arm, a knot forming at the elbow, then the shoulder.

Lyra panics, swinging her blade at the elfs, who only giggle.

"Stop wiggling bitch" the braided wavy haired drow growls, her whip flashing out and wrapping around Lyras sword arm.

Lyra whimpers, trying to get the rope off, swinging at it helplessly. The rope tightens, and she screams in pain, until she is **** to drop her sword.

The ropes pull tight, stretching her arms apart. Both drow step back to watch, as the magic ropes ensnare their prey, securing her to all the nearby trees.

Lyra opens her mouth to swear at the drow cunts, but she can only get out a noise before something thick stuffs into her mouth. The ropes wrap around her face, forcing the leather gag deep into her mouth.

"Mmmmhh!"

Lyra whimpers helplessly, as the rope slithers down her side, and wraps around her legs. She kicks vainly, as her legs are bound painfully tight.

A rope wrapped around her neck secures itself to the floor, and pulls hard, forcing Lyra to her knees before her captors. Finally, a leather blindfold forms around her eyes, blocking her vision.

She kneels, helpless and exposed, as the two Drow approach