Vanadis - Eleonora's Folly (Patreon)

By the time Tigre had finally pulled his sled holding the tightly bound Ludmilla back to the camp, the sun had already begun setting. Because of that, he decided to spend another half hour hidden in a wide and shallow cave, a few hundred feet removed from the sentries guarding the entrance.

"What are you doing?" Ludmilla hissed. "You're close to the camp, aren't you?"

"I am. But it'll be easier to sneak into Eleonora's tent unseen under the cover of darkness."

"So you're really going to try and keep me from being seen by anyone but Eleonora?"

"Of course, my mission was to find a way into your fortress, not to humiliate you."

Ludmilla blushed. "Then you could've used a less compromising position." She muttered, squirming on top of the small sled she'd been tethered too.

Her slender yet curvy body had been trapped lying on her side in a tight ball tie, her hands pinned in between her shoulder blades with a reverse prayer tie.

The blue haired war maiden had been squirming for hours, but utterly failed to free herself. Nothing she'd tried had worked. Neither strength nor skill proved to have any effect on Tigre's ropes.

This is really happening, isn't it? I'm going to be brought in before Eleonora... Damn it! Of all the war maidens, why her?!!

Eventually, Tigre felt confident he could sneak into his liege's tent without being spotted.

To prevent himself from being attacked by a no doubt wary Eleonora, he fired an arrow into the main support pillar of her tent through a small opening in the canvas. The arrow contained a note explaining the situation, along with instructions to address him as 'Urs' when he came inside.

Even after everything that had happened, Tigre still wished to keep his identity hidden from the bluenette.

Minutes after, he received the two gleams from Eleonora's sword that he asked her to send as confirmation.

He untied Ludmilla from the sled and held the bundled up girl in his arms, causing her face to flush.

"Okay, let's go..."

When Tigre entered Eleonora's tent, the white haired warrior did her utmost best not to burst out laughing. She lasted about three minutes.

"I can't believe you fell for this!" The busty young woman gasped in between spurts of laughter. "For a war maiden who prides herself on defence, you sure let your guard down easily!"

"That was because Urs wasn't one of your men but a local hunter you hired!" Ludmilla snapped back, squirming on the bed Tigre had laid her down on. More badly than any other time, she wanted to at least appear to be making some progress.

But if anything, it demonstrated her helplessness even further, leading Eleonora to start giggling again.

"You look like a dragon hatchling trying to find its tail." She taunted.

"Shut up!" Was the blunt retort from a bright red ludmilla, who quickly rolled over when she realized she was flashing her short skirt and almost her panties at her two captors.

The still masked archer shifted uncomfortably at the scene he'd unintentially created. "I will take my leave now."

"You're leaving?" Eleonora asked in surprise. "Don't you wish to assist in my... interrogation?"

The glint in her eyes gave Ludmilla a cold sweat. "Urs!" She immediately pleaded. "You must stay by my side, you're the only one I trust to guard my rights as a prisoner of war are being respected!"

Eleonora rolled her eyes. "Some exaggeration. I just want to talk." She said, sitting down with her legs crossed and a playful grin adorning her beautiful face.

"Then untie me and we'll talk." The bluenette snided. "I am sick and tired of not being able to move the way I want to!"

"No." Her rival replied with a naughty grin. "I think I rather enjoy your current posture. You can use the lesson in humility."

"Eleonora! This isn't funny!" Ludmilla groaned, glaring up at her captor.

"On the contrary, it is hilarious."

"You little-!" The slender warrior cried out, rolling around on the bed in an angry frenzy. But other than pointlessly fluttering her hands and ankles and making cute groans as she strained against the ropes, she accomplished nothing.

Eleonora had to admit, it was extremely impressive how effective Tigre's ropes were on her rival.

And amusing... Mostly amusing.

When Ludmilla finally ran out of steam, her skirt had ended up sliding down on her right side. It was hanging on her hip now, exposing part of her pale blue panties. It wasn't until a gentle draft struck her bare skin in that location that she realized.

She buried her beet red face into the mattress. I can't believe this!

"Mnmn mmhn hmmn (let me go)." She moaned into the bed.

"Hmrn, miss Eleonora?" Tigre cleared his throat.

"What is it T- Urs?" She corrected herself.

"I think it is time to release Ludmilla. If you push her any more, she might not be willing to talk to you anymore."

The white haired woman sighed. "You and your soft heart."

She drew her sword from the sheath, but before anyone could warn her to use a less dangerous method, she summoned several thin wind blades which sliced the ropes.

The blue haired girl let out a long groan in relief, sprawled out on the bed.

"Finally!" She gasped.

"Sheesh, is there a need for such drama?" Eleonora commented. "You got captured. It happens to thousands of soldiers."

"It's not about the captivity. It's about the ropes I was trapped in. They were really tight." She moaned.

"I already apologised for that." Tigre said calmly.

"I don't blame you, Urs. You were only performing the duty you were given." The bluenette said, glaring at her white haired rival.

"Now hang on!" Eleonora began. "I never told him to kidnap you. Although I must commend him for doing so. Capturing a war maiden is no small feat."

"He ambushed me in my sleep."

"Your fault for trusting someone unknown. And for not mounting an escape during transport."

"I did try to escape. But if you had been bound by Urs' ropes, you would have been equally powerless." Ludmilla snapped.

That one statement caused a reaction in Eleonora neither Tigre nor Ludmilla herself had ever expected.

The ample bosomed warrior had felt challenged. And Eleonora Viltaria never backed down from a dare!

"Oho? That sounds like a challenge." The busty swordswoman grinned. "If I can escape his ropes where you failed to, will you finally be willing to acknowledge my superiority?"

The slender warrior's eye widened in surprise. "T-that..." She cringed at the thought of having to say those words. But then a comforting thought occurred to her:

There is no way Eleonora would free herself. And when she's restrained I can easily end her siege! It might not be the fairest way, but she had it coming after sending this hunter to sneak up on me...

"You know what?" She replied with feigned anger. "I accept that challenge! Give it your best shot!"

"Alright, I will! Urs!"

"Yes?"

"Tie up Ludmilla!"

"Excuse me?!" The spear wielding war maiden shrieked. "Why do I have to be bound again?

"Isn't that obvious? I cannot let him restrain me while you are in the middle of my camp. What if you attack him when his back is turned. You'd take over my entire camp!"

Tsk, so she isn't THAT great a fool! The bluenette cursed silently.

"I would never stoop so low!" She lied.

"Regardless, I won't take the risk." Eleonora replied as she took off he boots.

"What are you doing?"

"Undressing of course. What kind of prisoner is left with their entire equipment intact?"

"But your clothes?!"

"Yes, I wish to completely level the playing field so we will both discard our clothes."

"Urs didn't remove mine up on the mountain."

"Of course not, you'd freeze to death." The red haired hunter now joined in.

"I am protected from cold." Ludmilla replied proudly. "Losing my attire would have made no difference. I just think it would be overly barbarish to force a young woman to confront her opponent in her underwear."

"Will you cut the chatter and remove your attire already?" Eleonora snapped, already down to just her lacy dark red bra and in the process of unzipping her skirt to reveal a thong of the same fabric."

"Tsk, I should've know your underwear was this shameless…"

"What is wrong with red lingerie?! It suits my fiery personality!"

"And your lewd body." The bluenette muttered, her eyes glancing along the swordwoman's large breasts and shapely hips.

"What was that?!" Eleonora snapped.

Tigre jumped in. "Ludmilla, you don't have to undress if it makes you feel uncomfortable. I'm certain there is hardly any advantage in keeping your clothes on."

If not for that word 'hardly', Ludmilla probably would've taken Tigre up on his offer. But the slender war maiden was too proud to risk her rival invoking any sort of foul play after she won the challenge Eleonora had thrown down. And she would win it. After all, she was already familiar with Tigre's ropes…

Eleonora has no idea of what she's getting into. But I do. Now that I'm awake, I'll be able to work out exactly how Urs tied me up and work my way back from there... 

After taking a deep breath, the spear wielder too stepped out of her combat outfit.

She revealed a frilly pale blue set of panties and a supportive sports bra of the same colour.

Standing inside that tent, she couldn't help but feel embarrassed. She looked at her own feet to avoid Eleonora and Urs' eyes.

At least until Eleonora lit another fire under her cute little behind.

"How bland." The swordswoman taunted. "But I suppose it suits your underwhelmingly erotic body."

"I happen to like my body!" The bluenette spat. "Just because I don't have udders like yours doesn't mean I don't have any sex appeal!"

"UDDERS?!" The white haired woman shouted, reaching for her sword.

Once again, Tigre had to jump in. "You two do realize this isn't a sound proof tent? You are going to wake up the entire camp with your argument. And the subject is bound to draw in spectators."

Both young women suddenly began blushing. As proud as they were of their bodies, that prospect didn't seem appealing to either of them.

"You're right Urs. I'm sorry." Ludmilla began. "I should know better than to be antagonised by her childish behaviour."

"Out of the two of us, you look most like a child." Eleonora taunted, folding her arms beneath her large bosom, making them bounce inside her red lace bra.

"Miss Eleonora." Tigre insisted, visibly uncomfortable. "Can we please drop this subject?"

"I suppose you're right, Urs. We should get started proving to Ludmilla I can succeed where she failed."

He nodded and turned to the blue haired war maiden. "Are you ready, Ludmilla?"

After taking a moment to centre her thoughts, she nodded. "Go ahead Urs."

Tigre picked up his first length of rope and gently wrapped it about the bluenette's wrists after bringing them together behind her back.

He then guided her to sit down on the ground and crossed her ankles with a second rope. His third, fourth and fifth lengths ended up tightly cinched around her calves, knees and thighs.

Much like when she woke up inside that cave, Ludmilla's legs were completely trapped together. In fact, this time they felt even more secure since there were no boots to protect her ankles. And with her feet crossed the bluenette expected standing up was no longer an option either.

A brief test of her wrist bindings revealed that there were no knots in reach to meddle with either. Despite it feeling less secure than that reverse prayer, Ludmilla was still starting to lose confidence.

When Urs took another rope and sat down behind her again, her heart started beating faster.

What's he going to do now? He already tied my hands!

She felt the hemp brush against her arms, making a shiver run down her spine in anticipation. Another rope around her arms was only going to decrease her chances of successful escape!

When Tigre tightened up the loop, she felt her elbows being drawn in and her back arching to accommodate the pressure. And her captor didn't stop increasing that pressure until her poor elbows touched!

"Ooff! That is tight!" She moaned, instinctively trying to push her elbows away from each other. But it was already too late, Tigre had begun cinching up the ropes and Ludmilla couldn't work up any strength from her awkwardly positioned arms.

All she accomplished was swinging the single solid bar her arms had become and making her chest jiggle alluringly now that it had been forced to thrust out. When she felt the sway of her breast, she immediately stopped her squirming.

"Are you done now?" She asked with a flushed face.

"Just two more ropes." Came back.

"TWO more?!"

This is going to end up exactly like last time, isn't it? She thought frustrated. Her plans for reverse engineering Urs' ropework suddenly seemed foolhardy, arrogant even.

Just because she knew what her captor was doing, and even that was a stretch since the most important ropes had been tied outside of her line of sight, did in no way guarantee she had any chance of undoing his work!

Even if Urs put her in front of a mirror right now and pointed her towards the first knot she had to untie, she still would have no chance of actually reaching it!

Let's just hope he won't give his employer an unfair advantage. The war maiden thought, surrendering herself to her fate.

Tigre quietly unravelled his next rope as he let his captive test her leeway. Or rather the lack of it. 

For some reason Ludmilla's squirming felt pleasing to him. Like a prey caught by a skilled hunter, the bluenette was slowly ending up completely in his grasp.

Meanwhile Eleonora was sitting on her chair, transfixed at her vassal's work.

I had an inkling, seeing how secure Ludmilla still looked after no doubt struggling for an entire day. But to think he was this skilled! I can barely follow his hands. And with each rope Ludmilla becomes more docile... Is she holding back so as not to give me any hints?

By now Tigre's next rope had been knotted into place. 

He had wrapped it around the bluenette's fine hourglass waist, also looping in her lower arms and anchoring them even more securely into place.

"I'm going to lie you down now." Tigre announced to the spear wielder.

"Alright." She replied, lowering her back under the archer's guidance until she was lying flat on the ground. From there he rolled her onto her front and took his final length of rope in hand.

After looping it around her ankle bonds, he pulled the other end towards her wrists and slowly reigned in the slack. Taking pity on the bluenette, he stopped when her legs reached a 90-degree angle. 

At least that was his intention. Because when he moved on to knotting the rope...

"Don't you think that rope could be made shorter?" Eleonora suddenly suggested.

"Hey!" Ludmilla protested annoyed. "I think this is more than enough!"

"Urs," the white haired woman insisted, "are you going easy on her because of what she's gone through already today?"

The spear wielder flinched. Is he?!

"I do not think she has fully recuperated." Was the red haired hunter's honest response. "Besides, this should be plenty."

The slender warrior's eyes widened. Urs?! You really took that into account? Why is a kind-hearted and attentive man like you in league with Eleonora?!

"Well I would rather receive a challenge that requires me to go all out." Eleonora retorted. "Will you be mimicking Ludmilla's pose for me?"

"That was my intention, yes."

"Then you should pull her feet closer. I trust you won't object Ludmilla, since I'll go through the same thing?"

"Of course not!" She snapped. 

Although deep down the prospect of being even less mobile didn't thrill the bluenette, it was a small price to pay for taking her rival down a few notches. The second Urs would start tying her up, she'd slowly come to realize just how foolhardy she'd been!

Ludmilla suppressed her grin at the image of seeing the white haired bombshell squirming around futilely, just as she had been doing all day.

But then her grin turned into a grimace as Tigre pulled her hogtie tighter. When a soft groan escaped the bluenette, he finally stopped. By that point only a few inches of slack remained between the soles of her bare feet and the palms of her hands.

He first knotted the rope off at her wrists, but placed the final knot near Ludmilla's elbow bindings, completely unreachable for the spear wielder.

He then stood up, leaving the bluenette to carefully start feeling her way around the ropes.

But within seconds, the slender war maiden had made her peace.

I'm completely helpless.... again...

"Will this suffice, Eleonora?"

"Hmmm, something just occurred to me."

Ludmilla rolled her eyes. "This'll be worth hearing." She grumbled.

"I think she needs to be gagged as well."

"WHAT?!"

"Eleonora, are you sure that is necessary?" Tigre joined in.

"But of course Urs! It will prevent her from chewing through the ropes."

"My teeth can't reach any ropes!"

"It is also common sense to silence prisoners who don't know their place."

"I am NOT a prisoner!"

Urs sighed. "As harsh as it sounds, it might be for the best." The hunter admitted. "With your voice muffled you run far less risk of drawing attention from the outside."

"Urs?!" Ludmilla yelped nervously. "You can't be serious!"

"Don't be such a scaredy cat!" Eleonora taunted her opponent. "I'm going to go through the same thing and you don't see me complaining."

"That's because you have no idea what you're getting into." The bluenette muttered.

Tigre sighed, and searched the tent for a piece of cloth long enough to double up, after which he tied a bulky knot in the middle. "Open your mouth please."

Reluctantly, Ludmilla accepted her gag. She instantly regretted it when she spotted Eleonora gloating at her.

"It suits you."

"Shuhh huh!"

To prevent the conversation from erupting again, the red haired archer now turned to his liege.

"Your turn. Are you ready?"

"You bet!" She declared confidently, spinning around gracefully and sticking her hands out behind her. With her rival war maiden lying helpless on her bed her mood couldn't be better.

But as each new rope was fixed into place, the white haired warrior felt less and less sure of her chances.

When Tigre laid the final hand to the fourth rope to bind her legs together, Eleonora tried prising them apart again. But they wouldn't budge in the slightest. She felt a small pit develop in her stomach. The white haired woman hadn't expected to feel this stuck!

I'm starting to see why Ludmilla was so nervous about this...

But her pride kept her from uttering even a single word of doubt. She proudly sat up straight as she felt Tigre's next rope coiling around her elbows.

Until he pulled it tight.

"Aaaahhh! Tig- Urs!" She hastily corrected herself.

"Yes?"

"That feels very uncomfortable!" She complained. "Are you tying me tighter than you did for Ludmilla?!"

"Actually, I haven't finished bringing your elbows together yet. Ludmilla's situation is still tighter than this."

That made the small pit in Eleonora's stomach widen considerably. "There's more?!" She yelped.

"What's wrong? Getting cold feet?" The blue haired captive snickered. "I'm actually starting to get used to my ropes." She boasted.

"Stow it!" The buxom young woman bit back glancing behind her at Tigre's hooded face. "Keep going Urs, I can handle it!"

"Very well."

He slowly increased the pressure on Eleonora's elbows, drawing them in closer and closer until they touched just like Ludmilla's were doing. Like with the bluenette, this had the effect of arching the swordswoman's back and thrusting out her chest. But because Eleonora's breasts were so large, the gorgeous war maiden got the feeling she was about to burst out of her bra!

I never expected having a large bust could become a hindrance like this. You'd think that if doing battle was possible, something like this would be easy!

"Hmrrng!" A soft groan escaped her as she got settled in to the graceless pose her body had been forced to adopt. As the war maid suspected, her large knockers jiggled freely with every move of her upper body.

Maybe it was an unwise idea to strip down to our underwear... What I wouldn't give for my breast plate as support right now.

Tigre had naturally noticed Eleonora's lewd manoeuvres and quickly resumed his work. The last thing wanted was to be accused of ogling his friends. Not to mention the row that could follow between the eternal rivals as to who garnered most attention!

When Eleonora felt her arms drawn in even further by the rope Tigre had wrapped around her waist, she instinctively began pushing back to keep some slack. But her vassal's strength surprised her and before she fully realized it the hunter had tightened up the rope so far the white haired woman couldn't budge her arms at all!

This is starting to become problematic. The more rope he uses, the fewer options I see for even starting my escape!

"Can you lie down?" Tigre suddenly asked.

"I think so." The white haired woman replied, tensing up her stomach muscles as she slowly leaned backward.

The red haired archer helpfully guided her down while Ludmilla smirked at her rival.

She's already starting to sound less confident. And Urs hasn't even tied the clincher into place!

When the beautiful war maiden was lying on her back, the archer carefully rolled her over.

"Ooof!" She gasped as her large breasts were squished beneath her, making it harder to breathe.

"I'll lie you on your side in a moment." Tigre assured her. "It should be more comfortable."

"N-no need!" Eleonora replied with feigned confidence. "Ludmilla has been lying on her front this entire time."

"Ash eghohh aih ohw af osh ahhiff eh-hohh shihih ih huh ey (That's because I don't have those massive melons sitting in the way)." The bluenette taunted.

"You're just jealous because your body is still that of a child!" Her rival shouted back whilst Tigre was looping his rope around her ankle bindings.

"Ai ah hoh a chai! Ohr ohee ush ahuh ihu-hah ohr-ohiho! (I am not a child! Your body just has inhuman proportions!)" Ludmilla bellowed back whilst bucking around angrily.

Aarhh! Stupid ropes! I can't even vent properly. If not for these I probably would've taken a swing at that annoying Eleonora!

The swordswoman had another come back prepared, but it was cut off by Tigre pulling at her legs to fix her hogtie into place.

"Ghahhh!" The war maiden heaved as her vassal continued to pull the rope tighter to the point of arching her back a little. Another effect the white haired woman hadn't prepared for was that it made the ropes wrapped around her thighs tense up due to her muscles bulging slightly.

I didn't account for this. Now my legs feel even more solid!

"U-Urs..." Eleonora gasped as he brought her ankles to within a few inches of her wrists, then knotted it off there and at her elbows, just like he had done with Ludmilla.

"Yes?"

But the swordswoman stalled. "Nothing... Are you done now?"

"All but the gag."

Her eyes widened. "Right... my gag..."

She shifted uncomfortably on the floor.

Ludmilla spotted that.

"Ohh shohh fhuhh hhehuh ish ooh, hhuh? (not so fun when it's you, huh)?" She gibed.

"What was that? I didn't understand a word you said." Eleonora countered coldly.

"Mrrhnngg!"

"Haha, you sound comple-pmfrn?!"

Her insult was cut off by Tigre tying the knotted cleave gag into place, without even letting his liege finish her sentence!

That earned him a very foul glare from the white haired woman, and a commemorating giggle from the bluenette behind him.

He cleared his throat. "I have finished my assignment." He stated as calmly as possible. "You may begin."

You may begin... Ludmilla thought dryly. Like there is even any place for us to start! He could place a knife in my hand and I still don't think I'd manage to remove all of this!

Eleonora wasn't a pessimistic as her svelte rival, and calmly began testing for her boundaries.

But she soon discovered those were unnervingly strict.

Every time she tried moving her arms, be it up, down or sideways, she was met with pressure from one or more ropes.

This feels strange. It's like I'm being held by several men at the same time. Whichever way I try to move, I'm met with fierce resistance!

She took a few deep breaths to keep calm.

Take it slow, Eleonora. Tigre tied you up one rope at a time. I should just work my way back.

Trouble was, the whole experience had left her so flustered the white haired woman was finding it hard to back track the whole process. Before she even made it halfway, her thoughts ended up muddled.

"Hmrggn!" She groaned annoyed. If I can't even picture it in my mind, how in the world do I make it work in real life?!

The impatient war maiden decided to just get started and see how far she could get.

The first thing to go should definitely be this rope connecting my ankles to my hands. When that one's gone, I could even stand up and search for a blade...

She simultaneously tried bringing her feet closer and lifting up her arms so she could connect the two, assuming she'd discover a knot located near her ankles in a manner of seconds.

But to her frustration, the last few inches proved incredibly hard to traverse. Her back was trembling and her breasts were tingling as she strained her luscious body to bend far enough. But not even pulling on the hogtie rope with her hands proved enough to make contact with her bare feet.

"Mnnfff." She puffed through her cleave gag. This is more arduous than sword training!

Assuming it must've been because of her awkward position, Eleonora began wiggling back and forth until she'd rolled onto her back. From there she pushed herself up so her weight rested only on the soles of her feet and on her shoulders. Her cute butt was raised in the air and her back was also clear of the ground.

She then began inching her feet backward, trying to make contact with her outstretched fingers that way. But once again she fell short, the many ropes pinning her legs simply were too tight. Her muscles didn't have enough room to keep working.

"Hmrnnn!" She groaned annoyed.

If I can't even touch my ankles, then how am I supposed to untie them OR the hogtie rope?!

Poor Eleonora hadn't even realized yet how truly fruitless her efforts were. Because the hogtie rope hadn't even been tied off at her feet, but at her elbows. And the knot to her ankle bindings was located in front. Even if she made had the contact she's been aiming for, there would've been nothing to untie...

But the swordswoman wasn't even close to done. Her first plan a failure, she decided what she needed right now was more arm movement.

I have to slip my hands and elbows free. Naturally the elbow ropes are out of reach, but if I can loosen up my hands enough, escaping the rest should be a cinch.

The brave war maiden started reaching inward, her fingers fluttering in search of the knot that kept her hands so securely tied together.

However, once again she got that chilling feeling that nothing she was doing had any effect. She could feel her slender fingers caressing some of the hemp snaked around her fair skin, but sensed nothing that could help her along.

Where are they?! She thought restlessly. Tigre must have used dozens of knots, so why can't I find any?!

The cute war maiden got so agitated in her struggles she lost her balance and landed on her side.

"Oowwh!" She yelped.

"Haha," Ludmilla laughed from her bed. "Shoh-hun ish ehih ihm-aish-en (someone is getting impatient)."

Eleonora glowered at her rival, but felt relieved when she saw the bluenette was no further along than she was. For that matter, she didn't seem to be trying very hard.

I'll show you!

She had failed to free her legs from being trapped in the hogtie and liberating her hands had turned out hopeless as well, but the fierce swordswoman was not willing to throw in the towel.

All I really need is for the ropes to loosen up a little. If I writhe around for long enough, some of them are bound to leave me the slack I need...

She began blushing at the image of her scantily clad body squirming around on the floor, like some sort of exotic dancer. But a war maiden had to stand above any personal feelings of embarrassment. She had issued this challenge, so she had to triumph. Whatever the cost.

Determined to finally make some progress, the bodacious warrior started rolling around the floor, kicking her legs, shrugging her shoulders, twisting her torso and arms around... She tirelessly kept fidgeting whichever way she could think of.

Eleonora was so driven in her escape attempt that her bra started feeling askew, leaving her large breasts feeling even less protected. But she soldiered on, gradually becoming more aggressive in her struggles.

Minutes flew by with the swordswoman grunting and growling. But as her efforts continued to be for naught, she finally lost her patience.

After letting out an angry howl, she started going all out by bucking around the floor like an untamed stallion. However the ropes proved stronger still.

When she finally ran out of steam, panting heavily and with a flushed face, an upsetting thought entered her mind:

I'm too secure... There isn't any room for me to work up enough power to snap these ropes... I can't... I can't get out!

And with that, the beautiful warrior was out of ideas. She had really given it her all, but to Eleonora's horror, she had found herself completely powerless to escape.

Am I going to have to use... that?

She glanced over to her Dragon Gear and chewed on her gag in frustration.

It feels like cheating, since Ludmilla doesn't have hers nearby. But desperate times call for desperate measures!

She crawled a little closer and whispered to her sword.

"Ahi-fhah."

But it didn't respond.

"Hmrn?"

Is it the gag? But our connection should run deeper than words. It HAS to realize I'm asking for help!

"Ahi-fhah!" She tried again, as loud as she dared.

Nothing.

You sneaky-! Are you doing this on purpose? Because I was boasting about being able to escape by myself earlier?! Help me damn it! Your master is in trouble!

"Ah-hhi-fhahh!"

Utter silence.

"Aarhhh!"

You capricious bastard!

The furious war maiden began thrashing around again, this time more to vent than to actually escape. 

Maybe in a deep corner of her mind she'd felt so confident because she assumed her Arifar would be there to bail her out, come what may. Now that it decided not to do that, she really had a reason to be frustrated!

Eventually, the curvy warrior had to stop to catch her breath again. As she lay there panting heavily, she heard a painfully smug voice coming from behind.

"Sha-ish-fai (satisfied)?"

"Hmrgnn!" The white haired captive growled, squirming to turn around and look at her rival.

Ludmilla hadn't moved from her spot at all.

"Aih ohw hee ooh ih-hih eeh aihuh! (I don't see you sitting free either!)" Eleonora snapped.

"Hecauhe I auueany chneuu igh uuah inhchohhihue. Hoon uuouch Eueonoua, nouu uue'ue hoghh huhghecghen gho Uuh' egheuy uuhinh! (Because I already knew it was impossible. Good work Eleonora, now we're both subjected to Urs' every whim!)"

For reasons beyond the white and blue haired women, that made them feel somewhat... flustered. Both Ludmilla and Eleonora went silent, avoiding each other's gaze.

Since becoming war maidens, neither of them had ever experienced being helpless.

They were supposed to be strong and fierce. Lead armies and govern nations. Something as girlish as being captured and waiting for rescue was out of the question.

Neither of them had ever even remotely thought about such a thing. Their hectic lives filled with tremendous responsibilities didn't allow for it. But they had to admit, being stripped of any control of their situation, being helpless, felt oddly... liberating. 

Eleonora even began fantasising about an uncharacteristically fired up Tigre storming into the tent and claiming ownership of her troops and of course: her! 

She'd naturally protest, but in her current situation, there would be nothing she could do. Especially not since her trusty Arifar wasn't willing to spring her from this intricate rope trap.

If Tigre were to barge in and take advantage of me now, I'd be helpless to resist him. I even was so foolish to strip down to my underwear. He would have absolutely no difficulty groping my body...

As she squirmed around again with such scenes flashing through her mind, her large breasts rubbed into the floor. That was the final straw.

"Ooohh!" A groan escaped her gagged lips. The swirl of romantic and erotic emotions had finally spilled over.

" Eueonoua (Eleonora)?!" Ludmilla yelped in shock. " Aue you in chain? (Are you in pain?)"

The swordswoman cringed.

"N-N-Oohh (N-no)."

"Ghhen uuhy nin you- (Then why did you-)" But Ludmila didn't finish that sentence, to Eleonora's dread.

She lowered her head onto the floor, her beet red face hidden by her long white locks. 

Don't say it! She begged mentally.

" Aue you... auouhen (Are you... aroused)?"

Eleonora immediately shook her head. But Ludmila didn't buy it. Mainly because she was having similar feeling, though not as intense as her rival's.

"Hoo AUE (You ARE)!" She cried out through her gag in triumph. " GHhehe uocheh aue echcighinh you! (These ropes are exciting you!)"

" Hhugh uch (Shut up)!" Eleonora screamed back, bucking around angrily. What she wouldn't give to be able to make her fellow war maiden back down right now. But her ropes were unyielding.

This is even more embarrassing than not being able to move! To think I exposed myself to Ludmilla like this.

The spear wielder began chuckling into her gag. " CHeuhachh ghhih ghhe ueahon you enuihghen Uuh in ghhe hiuhgh chuace? (Perhaps this the reason you enlisted Urs in the first place?)" She taunted. 

"Gho uiue you uch? You huughghonouh ghenhchghuehh! (To rile you up? You gluttonous temptress!)"

"Uunnhiuua, I huueau I uuiuu- (Ludmilla, I swear I will-)"

But before Eleonora could finish her idle threat, or before Ludmilla could escalate the situation even further, 'Urs' arrived back into the tent to check up on them. He'd brought a large bucket of water, assuming they had worked up a sweat.

But he never expected Eleonora to be as discomposed as she was!

"Is everything alright?" He asked cautiously. The girls were no closer to freedom than when he'd left, and from the looks of things they had ceased trying to free themselves.

" UUH (URS)!" Eleonora cried out in relief. " Youu ghinhinh ih inhcheccahue! Nouu you can uenhoghe ghhehe uehghuainghh. (Your timing is impeccable! Now you can remove these restraints.)"

"Remove them?" The archer repeated surprised. "Was the goal not for one of you to free themselves fully? Do you want me to break off the challenge?"

"ESH!"

He turned to Ludmilla. "Do you feel the same?"

" Igh noehn'gh nhaghgheu uuhagh hhe uuanghh! (It doesn't matter what she wants!)" Eleonora said dismissively. She'd begun squirming again, trying to get her disguised vassal's attention back.

Tigre was slowly putting the puzzle together.

So, Elen overestimated her abilities? That's a first.

"Does that mean you concede defeat?" Tigre asked as he kneeled in front of the swordswoman, the grin on his masked face visible only to the swordswoman.

Don't push you luck Tigre!

But then the white haired woman realized. Right now, she was the one who shouldn’t push him. 

In fact, only now it sunk just how foolish she had been. By calmly allowing him to bind her like this, she had surrendered herself and her army!

"Esh (Yes)!" She growled, bucking around. " Nouu uegh nhe ho (Now let me go)!" She pleaded with pounding heart.

At that point, having finally voiced her surrender, half of her expected her fantasy to come true. For Tigre to ignore her plea and instead roll her onto her back to start fondling her large, sensitive breasts and caress her alabaster skin.

She closed her eyes in anticipation, taking shallow breaths as she sensed her captor's hands getting closer.

But the ever-dutiful Tigre simply proceeded to untie his liege as ordered.

With her heart still pounding and her mind riled up, Eleonora didn’t know whether she should feel relieved or disappointed at this conclusion.

With each rope that came undone, Eleonora had to bite into her gag so she wouldn't let another groan escape.

It feels so good when the ropes come off! I never imagined an experience like this could be so exhilarating. Where did Tigre learn about this?

When the white haired woman was completely free, she lied down on the floor with heaving chest. "T-thank you." She gasped. "I needed that."

"NHy ghuun nouu! (My turn now!)" Ludmilla chimed, eager to be released.

But to her dismay, Urs turned to her rival instead!

"UHHHR!" She groaned angrily. " Ueueahe nhe! (Release me!)"

"Miss Eleonora, can I free Ludmilla as well?"

"Hmm..." The swordswoman mused. "I am extremely tempted to keep her like that for several days."

"NAYH?! (DAYS?!)" The slender bluenette shrieked. "You can'gh no ghhagh! You haghe no uihhgh! (You can't do that! You have no right!)"

She'd begun squirming around on the bed in outrage, but even though she was giving it her all, she accomplished just as little as Eleonora had.

After tiring herself out, she glared at her captors.

"Relax, Ludmilla. It was a joke." The white haired woman said, already sitting upright again. "Urs, you may free her."

The red haired hunter quickly untied the young war maiden, who let out several grateful moans as her limbs got their freedom back.

Tigre then retreated from the tent to the two could use the water and soap he had brought to freshen up.

Ludmilla and Eleonora washed themselves in complete silence. A rarity, since the swordswoman never let an opportunity to comment on the difference in their body shapes pass her by.

This time however, both young women had too much on their mind. Just what was it that had happened to them when they were lying in that tent, helplessly bound and completely dependent on Urs' benevolence?

Obviously, the experience Eleonora had put Ludmilla through left no room for negotiations regarding the impasse of their battle.

So, the two war maidens agreed to let Ludmilla return to her fortress under the cover of night, while Ludmilla would report nothing about the state of Eleonora's troops to her garrison captains.

After Tigre reported Ludmilla had made a clean getaway, Eleonora chased her vassal out of her tent and turned in for the night, her mind still in disarray. 

Every time she closed her eyes, she recalled the feeling of her body being trapped in Tigre's ropes, which her mind complemented with the archer's presence. Sometimes grinning, sometimes glaring, sometimes reaching out to her defenceless body!

And those images caused her heart to skip a beat, each and every time.

Just what in the Heavens did Tigre do to me...