The sisters could do nothing but struggle and glare at each other, trying to argue but the gags over their mouths prevented that. As usual, Joanne, Kira, and Thalia wanted to bicker and argue about who was at fault for their current situation.
Of course, that mercenary leader had broken her promise when she said she would let them go... but that didn’t matter now. They had still botched the robbery and gotten themselves caught. Thalia blamed Joanne for not being able to cast the invisibility spell in time when the mercenary was coming up the stairs.
Of course, Joanne always preached that magic was only for emergency situations and that it tired her out to make them all invisible. She blamed Thalia for not giving her enough time to cast the invisibility spell.
And both of them blamed Kira for losing a one on one fight with the mercenary. To be fair, the mercenary was huge and very highly skilled. Kira herself was a strong woman with well toned muscles.
The middle sister was the tallest of the three with bobbed, black hair and brown eyes. Her tanned, brown skin showed off her impressive, muscular figure but she hadn’t been as big as the mercenary leader.
That woman was so much faster than Kira had been expecting. She had put up a fight but it took only minutes for the mercenary to disarm her and force her to surrender, knowing she had hold of her two sisters.
Kira blamed both of them for that as well since it was the pair of them bickering that had brought the attention on them in first place. Of course, she had been bickering with them too... Kira sighed, realizing just how much the three of them argued. Their father would not be pleased to hear about it happening yet again...
The warrior of the group, Kira had been stripped of her weapons, of course, and forced to her undergarments, which was just a brown leather bra and matching pair of panties. The mercenary had been kind enough to leave her headband on when she tied Kira to the wooden pole of the basement they were being held captive within.
Kira shook her head when she remembered what the mercenary had done. They had stolen some particularly valuable jewellery from this noble’s estate in hopes of getting it sold and earning the money they needed for... well, now wasn’t the time to think about the deal their father had made.
The mercenary, hired to guard the noble’s estate at night from thieves like them, said she would let them all go free if they turned over the stolen jewellery. None of them wanted to do it, as it had been hard enough to get it through all the sneaking and occasional fights they found themselves in on the way through this huge estate.
But getting out unscathed after losing that fight was batter since the mercenary had them cornered. But she immediately betrayed their trust and grabbed Kira, ordering her men to grab the other two. Stripped of their armour and equipment, tied up tightly and gagged, the three sisters were now held captive in the basement while the mercenary leader decided what to do with them.
Tied to the wooden basement support, Kira had strong ropes lashed around her legs in several places, binding them together and to the pole. There were six coils of rope in total binding her legs from her ankles all the way to her upper thighs.
Her wrists were tied behind the pole and secured with another coil of rope, further pinned in place by another coil around her waist. Two coils of rope wrapped her arms and torso below her breasts and one final coil tightened around her arms and torso above her breasts.
It seemed the mercenary realized just how physically strong Kira was and intended on keeping her secure.
Bound in nothing but her leather undergarments and her headband, Kira also couldn’t speak with tight gag filling her mouth. A heavy, white cloth had been knotted several times in the middle and stuffed tightly into her mouth, holding it open. The cloth was then tightly tied on behind her head in a knotted cleave gag.
Kira could barely move at all with all the rope covering her body. She struggled hard and strained against the ropes at first but now, her body drenched in sweat, she had to give in and rest. All her struggles did nothing to loosen her bonds and she remained in her standing position, exhausted, tied up and gagged.
Her younger sister Thalia the youngest of the three, seemed to be in a strange state of calm. Kira was jealous that both she and their oldest sister, Joanne, at least got to sit down.
Thalia was a short, thin woman with pale skin who always seemed to wear a devious smirk on her face. She was by far the most forward of the three sisters and seemed to hit on anything that moved. Her pretty red hair hung down over her face for the moment, shielding one of her bright green eyes.
Like her sisters, she had been stripped to her undergarments as well. A white, strapless bra of sorts made of cotton and a tight pair of panties like shorts made up all of her current clothing. Thalia was tied to a chair to Kira’s left, between both of her sisters.
The redhead was an acrobat by trade but she, like their mother before them, made for a rather talented thief. As such, she was supposed to be the stealthy one of the group and the one with the most experience as a thief. But she didn’t really share much of her past experiences with her sisters and never really told them all she had gotten up to. Indeed, she seemed to be hiding something as she sat there, calmly. Almost enjoying herself...
Thalia had strong, powerful legs and the ropes binding them only helped accentuate that. They weren’t strong enough to escape the rope, much to her dismay, but the toned muscles and attractive shape of her legs was part of what sometimes drew people to her.
Her ankles were crossed and pulled back by a rope attaching them to the chair’s back support, forcing her to her toes. More ropes encircled just above her knees and higher up on her thighs.
As if in some sort amusement, the mercenary had tied a sort of chest harness around Thalia’s breasts, framing them in her strapless bra. The harness also wrapped around her neck like a sort of loose collar. Further rope wrapped around her waist and held her crossed and bound wrists to the back of the chair. A wad of cloth was then shoved into her mouth and held in by a wide, white cloth tied on over her mouth.
Thalia had struggled a bit, testing her bonds, but when the mercenary left them she stopped and seemed to be waiting. The mercenary had said she would be back and both other sisters wondered if that’s what Thalia was waiting for.
She had grunted at both Kira and Joanne when they would glare at her. She glared back, mumbling something into her gag at the pair of them but none of them could understand each other.
Otherwise, Thalia had been silent and still. Both her sisters were confused by this and Joanne, tied to a chair on Thalia’s left, stared at her and furrowed her brow.
Also stripped to her undergarments, Joanne wore a thick, black cotton bra and tiny, black panties that showed off all of her very pretty legs. She couldn’t help but growl at Thalia, who giggled behind her gag as she stared at Joanne.
The forward and silver-tongued youngest sister loved to tease the eldest of the three about her rather revealing choice of attire. Adding to that was the fact that Joanne had never ‘been with’ anyone before and seemed adamant about avoiding it, despite her choice of clothing. She knew Thalia would be giggling and thinking something like ‘not much different from your everyday clothes.’
This was... technically true. But Joanne liked to feel good! And who was Thalia, anyway, to criticize her fashion sense? Wearing those rags she called clothes...
But Joanne realized this was petty, especially at a time like this. In truth, the three sisters all loved each other and cared deeply about one another. It’s just that siblings often have a hard time showing it.
Joanne was a pale woman who, along with her revealing attire, liked to wear a bandana over her long, blonde hair. The mercenary had left that on as well, much like Kira’s headband. Her blue eyes glared as she struggled beside her sisters, unable to free herself.
Although she and Thalia were similarly tied, it seemed the mercenary was extra careful with the magic user and bound her perhaps a little tighter. Her ankles were tied together and, in turn, lashed to each chair leg so Joanne couldn’t kick out her legs. Her knees were tied together as well, with a coil of rope on her lower thighs. Another rope held her legs down to the chair and kept her from standing up.
Her wrists were tied behind the back of the chair and Joanne’s arms were secured to her sides by three coils of rope; one around her biceps, another tucked just under her breasts and third holding her arms and torso just above her breasts. Finally, a wadded up cloth was held in her mouth by a thick, white rag tied on over her mouth and nose.
The struggles had been minimal from Joanne, who hadn’t wanted to tire herself out like Kira. But she couldn’t find any knots and was starting to think she should just give up and accept their fate. She glared at Thalia again, growling into her gag.
“Mmmmph! Mmmmmmph...”
“Mmmmph!” Thalia snarled back. “Mmmph mmmp mmmmpph!”
“Shmmt mmmmp!” Kira bellowed, thrashing against her bonds. She was so sick of their bickering...
“Having a good time, ladies?”
“Mmmmph!” the three of them squealed as their captor, the mercenary leader, stepped back into the room.
She had thick arms and short, brown hair. One of her brown eyes had a scar across it and she wore light, steel armour all over her body. Kira eyed the sword that she used to disarm her.
“I’m afraid I don’t have any news for you. Still haven’t decided what I want to do with you... so I think I’ll just leave you here for awhile.”
“Mmmmph! Nmmmm!” Joanne said, struggling.
“Lmmt mmmph gmmm!” Kira said, still trying to thrash about against her bonds.
Thalia said nothing and just glared, her nostrils flaring, and her eyes hard as steel.
“Too bad about my little promise. But you know how things change,” she said. “I couldn’t just let three thieves like you off the hook. Especially after you beat up that poor alchemist...”
Kira grunted into her gag and avoided the gaze of her sisters, who threw muffled insults at her. Joanne had tried to talk her out of it, after all, and Thalia didn’t think it was worth it. But that alchemist would have alerted the guards. Not that it mattered much now...
“And, I have to say, I really expected a better fight from the muscle head here,” she said, nodding at Kira. “You made it so easy.”
“Mmmmrrrgghh!! MMMMMPPPHHH!” Kira screamed, thrashing and bucking against the tight ropes in a rage.
“Well, all three of you made it pretty easy, actually. You new to this robbing gig or what?”
“MMMMMPPHHH!” all three of them screamed, trying everything to get around their gags and counter the insult.
“Whatever. Doesn’t matter. Have fun down here. I’m sure someone will come find you, eventually... or maybe I’ll come back. Still don’t know. Anyway, see ya!”
“MMMMPPHHH!!”
The mercenary leader left them to their own devices, struggling away in their tight bondage, unable to escape. Well, at least Kira and Joanne were unable to escape.
As soon as the mercenary leader left, Thalia went back to her calm state and started struggling in earnest. It was an effort and she didn’t seem to be making any progress but... both sisters stared at her. It was like she had done this before...
Kira and Joanne resumed their fruitless struggles, hoping in vain that the ropes would loosen if they just pulled hard enough one way or squirmed just right another... but neither of them could do anything.
Their youngest sister still hadn’t made any progress either but she was focussed, determined, and working on finding the first knot. And find it she would. It would take time but Thalia would be the one to escape and get the three of them out of here.
If only she could do it faster, Joanne and Kira thought. But with the hope of escape their only option, the three thief sisters continued their struggles for the rest of the night. No one came for them but at least Thalia knew she would get out eventually. But she still had work to do.