They made a deal to help each other

"Well, you know guys, as I said, I am not willing to make love with the three of you. Heh, you can't seriously expect me to but, uh..." she paused looking for an argument to back her up.
"B-Because, well, that would be just weird and wrong on so many levels," she trailed off unable to come up with something better.
"But, uh... I can think of a few ways I could help you relieve some of this, uhm, pressure? Oh, if I only I were free from these chains."
She squinted with the corner of her eye if the Humans were buying it or not.

As much as she truly wanted to help them out, she had no intention whatsoever to indulge them in their lewd propositions. She could think only of a few ways to get rid of their boners, and considering this **** chamber wasn't provided with the traditional bucket of ice-cold water, she didn't feel up to do any of the remaining things with three just met Humans she had no feelings for.
The boys, though, took the offer with what would be an understatement to describe as a lukewarm attitude.

"That's nice of you Rayla, but I'm hardly convinced that would do. Besides, those chains look rather sturdy, I doubt we will ever be able to break them open. We have no tools either."
Tilor, the annoying voice of reason, the guy was retaining too much wit for his own good.
He was right, though. Rayla frowned.
"But fellas, think about it... you can't possibly just want to wait here for your doom, can you? We have to try at least."
She sighed. This was not going as planned, not a bit.

"Would you use your mouth, Elf?" asked Edrig disgruntedly after a while.
"My mouth...," Rayla repeated. She knew exactly what he meant. The recollection of the last blowjob she had given to Callum the night before she left the Storm Spire came to her mind, making her suddenly warmer.
It was kind of sad to think so much time had passed since their last night together.
"Yes? Hello? If you were free from those chains, would you suck our cocks? Could you at least do that for us?"

"Yeah, I could do that," she replied dismissively.
She had become actually pretty good with her mouth, Callum could testify.
In fact, more than once the Prince had joked about her having a real natural talent for that.
She didn't feel like doing it with three just met Human bampots in the slightest, but she had to play along if she wanted to convince them to help her out of her chains.
And the smith's apprentice appeared to have some kind of ace up his sleeve.

"I'd love to have your cute lips wrapped around my cock, Rayla," whimpered Fynn excitedly.
In a way, for the boy's mental state, that was a compliment, a nice thing to say.
Rayla simpered, there was no point now in telling him how it was really not.
"Geez, now I can't stop thinking about how her mouth would feel. Thanks, Edrig, I really mean it, man, thanks. Gosh, just how do we get her down for there now?"
"I actually happen to have a lockpick, four-eyes."

There was a pause. The grin on Edrig face said it all, he was savoring the moment.
"You do?" asked the other three in unison.
"Wait, where did you hide it when they searched us and stripped us down?"
"I don't want to know, and you probably don't want either, Tilor, trust me."
Rayla knew there was no time to lose, they had a chance, but the guards could come to check on them at any time, there was no guarantee they would have been left alone until tomorrow morning.
"Come on, get that bench over here and free my hands. Quick!" she ordered hushedly.
She couldn't risk being heard now.

"Hold on to your horses, Elf lady. How do we know you won't just kill us all with your nifty, flashy Elf-moves?"
"Come on, she would never kill us. She's just too soft-hearted, right Rayla?"
If it weren't for his grotesquely erect green manhood dangling all over the place when he skipped around, Fyn could have been a really nice guy. He was the sweetest, hands down.
His naivety and curly hair made her think of Ezram.
Well, if the new King of Katolis didn't give up his obsessive craving for jelly tarts soon, he may end up looking just like this pot-bellied farmer in a few years anyway.

"Hmm, she could actually knock us out for good," reasoned Tilor. The librarian instead was the most annoying of the three. It was like the gaunt, witless, black-skinned version of Callum.
He always had something to say or object to.
Rayla groaned. Not because of the mistrust, rather because that was actually what she had been planning since the Edrig had declared to have a lockpick. She had been busted.
"Very well, I swear I won't kill you. Or beat you," she sighed, "If you don't give me a reason," she added in a barely audible tone.
The three prisoners gave her a skeptical look.
"What? I'm making a promise here, that's really important to us Elves. Like really important... I would be an oathbreaker in case I won't keep my word. That's just bad, really bad in Elvish culture, you know?"

"So you do promise to help us out?" asked Tilor.
"Yes."
"Yeah and suck our cocks," followed Fynn.
"Uh, I guess..."
"An do all you can to satisfy us?" dared Edrig.
"Yes... Wait! No, I said I won't do that with you," fumbled Rayla, "But I'm really willing to help you out, and I hope we can work together to escape from this cell. So, in the spirit of cooperation, I solemnly swear I will do everything in my power to help you bear your condition until we are all free."

Tilor and Fynn looked up to Edrig, it seemed the smith's apprentice had definitely taken the lead of the trio.
"Then we have a deal, Elf lady." He bowed his head.
"It's Rayla."
"Very well, Rayla. Let's get you down here." Edrig smiled.
He was not fooling her, he was probably planning something.
She would have to keep her eyes open with him.