A magic rope

A particularly hard slap caught Dirk on the side of the face, knocking him off the witch. "You'll pay for that, peasant!" Eilwy screeched in fury. Not even wasting time to get back on her feet, she pointed at Dirk and began chanting.

Dirk looked down in dismay at what he had managed to pull out of the pouch. It was a simple looking rope, not even a foot in length, and looked utterly useless. I'm done for he thought sadly. If only I had gotten the rope faster. And if only it was longer, I could have tied her up... Even facing imminent ****, Dirk found himself getting hard thinking of what could have been.

As if reading his thoughts, the rope jumped out of his hands, growing longer as it flew towards the Black Reaver. It wrapped her wrists together and lifted her hands above her head just as she finished her spell, causing her deadly lightning bolt to soar harmlessly into the sky.

She began kicking wildly at him as Dirk got to his feet and approached her again. If only I had more rope, I could tie her legs together... or even better, tie them apart! As soon as Dirk finished his thought, the rope grew again and split itself into three pieces. The two new pieces each wrapped around and ankle and pulled the Eilwy's legs apart.

"Let me go!" she shouted, twisting her body uselessly against her magical bonds. Ignoring her, Dirk experimented a bit more, commanding the ropes to lift her legs in the air, giving him a view of her pussy under her robes. She hadn't bothered with new undergarments after her run-in with the troll!

This was better than Dirk could have even imagined. He could control the ropes with just his thoughts and manipulate the Enchantress' body like a doll!