No matter what Elyn tried, she just couldn’t perfect that magic rope spell of Jhana’s. Ever since Taria had told her what the magic ropes had done to her, Elyn was eager to try it out for herself. There was nothing she enjoyed more than struggling in bondage and to have magic ropes that further restrained her and tightened when she struggled? That was one of Elyn’s ideas of absolute heaven.

Though the magic she learned in Ikaatan mostly focussed on fire, she was a masterful user of some powerful spells and could easily learn other schools if need be. This one seemed to be beyond the scope of mere elemental magic and involved a specific branch of conjuration called Dynamism, which was the specific ability to bring inanimate objects to life in some way.

Jhana had always been the highest master class of any conjuration magic. Indeed, it was one of the way in which she earned her spot at the top of the Guild before moving on to become the Spymaster. Though Elyn herself knew how Dynamism worked, getting the spells right without exhausting herself had proven a difficult task.

The word echoed within her mind as she stared at the special rope she had bought in the Ikaatan capital. A highly skilled enchanter had sold her the ropes, and a few cloths for good measure, usually reserved for the Royal Guard in the capture of prisoners. These ropes were enchanted specifically to jump to life and bind a subject with a simple word. But, the enchanter told her, they could be manipulated in the way she wanted by use of a more complicated Dynamism spell.

Elyn had asked how the enchanter had such knowledge but she just shrugged and said “The guards like to have fun sometimes...”

The original word of the spell lingered in Elyn’s mind and all she had to do was speak it aloud and the ropes would latch onto her in a simple tie, binding her wrists behind her back and her ankles. But she wanted something tighter and more complicated but had failed thus far...

Saisiit... the orange-haired fire mage thought. Dressed in her black and red battlemage ‘uniform’ that showed off most of her bare, ivory skin and the flat, red shoes on her feet, Elyn was dying to be tied up in her classic outfit. Brushing aside the thick bangs of her short hair, her soft red eyes hardened a bit as her frustration showed through, speaking the simpler spell aloud. “Saisiit...” she said, with no enthusiasm.

Two of the ropes jumped to life, tightly wrapping up her wrists and ankles, leaving no knots to escape from. It felt good to her, for certain, but it just lacked... something. It didn’t feel tight enough. Even though she would be helpless to fight back as she was, the rope binding her just weren’t enough.

“Atbrivot...” she said, speaking aloud the word that would loosen the ropes and make them fall lifeless to the floor again.

The words were hard to keep in her mind without immediately exhausting herself and starting to black out. But her mastery of fire had to prevail, surely, she thought to herself. If she was strong enough to wield and command an element like fire then surely she was strong enough to make these ropes jump to life and tie her up, gag her, and tie her tighter when she struggled.

One spell came to mind that Meryn seemed reluctant to talk about for some reason... but that one seemed flawed compared to the one Jhana had used on Taria and Mirelle back during the days before the portal between worlds opened.

This spell, a bit like a Dragon Spell in structure, actually took three words in the old Ikaatan language of power. While Dragon Spells took only two words, their level of power was actually quite similar. It was no easy task to make something become so animated like Jhana’s ropes.

The first word was easy enough. Sasieet, meaning ‘tie up’. Next was Kullsuum which could mean both ‘gag’ and ‘silence’ in the old language of power. Finally, the last word, and most complicated, Kustiba which, roughly translated, meant something along the lines of ‘moving tightness.’

The power of each word threatened to put Elyn to sleep for a few hours and, at that rate, she would never get herself tied up. So now Elyn found herself sitting cross-legged on her floor, eyes closed, deep in meditation.

The complex spell would take a great deal of strength to get right and she was putting everything else out of her mind. The words lingered in her head, dancing around and teasing her with their power and what they would do to her, their intended target, once she managed to speak them aloud.

Taking in a deep breath Elyn first spoke each word one at a time, to get a feel for them. They wouldn’t do anything on their own but training her brain to handle them was the only way she’d be able to combine them into the spell.

“Sasieet...” she said first, taking in a deep breath.

“Kullsuum...” Her favourite part. She couldn’t wait for that cloth to be in her mouth and sealed in with another over her mouth and nose.

“Kustiba...” the last word made her shiver as she could already feel the magic ropes encircling her body, wrapping her up tightly.

With one final deep breath, Elyn summoned all of her strength and practically shouted the spell. “Sasieet Kullsuum Kustiba!”

A wave of exhaustion overtook her but Elyn fought to stay awake and keep her eyes open, seeing the coils of rope on the floor glow with golden light and begin to slither toward her.

Her excitement and adrenaline took over and kept her wide awake as the ropes first coiled and cinched tightly around her ankles, then below her knees, then above her knees. One rope even went around her waist and she squealed in delight when it pulled tight between her legs...

More rope wrapped up her arms and torso, forming a chest harness, and tightly pinning her arms to her sides. Her wrists were then quickly forced behind her back, crossed, and tightly bound by more of the rope. The cloths, now also glowing with golden energy, came to life and launched at her through the air. The first forced itself into her open mouth while the second quickly wrapped itself tightly around Elyn’s mouth and nose, tying itself off around the back of her head.

The tightness of the rope was simply amazing to Elyn and she moaned into her gag in pleasure, pulling hard on the rope between her legs... an act which made the ropes react.

Any movement at all made the ropes fight back and this bit of struggling made more of the rope pull her wrists in tight to the one around her waist and between her legs, meaning she couldn’t make even the slightest movements without pulling the crotchrope tighter... a sensation that filled her with joy and ecstasy.

This just made her struggle more and suddenly her feet were pulled up closer to her hands without her even noticing. Another piece of the rope snaked out and looped between her ankles and wrists, pulling her into a strict hogtie.

Elyn rolled onto her stomach and mewled into her gag, letting out a low groan as the rope between her legs pulled tighter and gave her... feelings. But the ropes weren’t done, it seemed, as they seemed to stretch themselves out further and extend out toward the ceiling where Elyn kept several steel loops, for obvious reasons.

The ropes began hauling her off the ground, completely hogtied, and lifted her up as close to the ceiling as she could get, held up by two sturdy metal loops firmly anchored to the ceiling. As she squirmed around a bit more, the gag on her mouth pulled tighter and restricted her breathing somewhat, but not enough to choke her. However, she became winded by just about any movement. Still, Elyn kept resisting the rope, remembering all that Taria had told her.

Finally, as she had hoped, another snaking rope appeared from the ropes on her arms and wrapped itself around her eyes, coiling several times until she was completely blindfolded and forcing her head back, bending her neck and restricting even that movement.

“Mmmmmpppphhh....” Elyn sighed. “Thmmph mmmmph mmmnmmzmmmnggg...”

The ropes finally seemed to stop fighting her and Elyn was allowed now to struggle to her hearts content. She pulled every which way, worked her bound wrists back and forth, tried to shake her head, wriggle every limb, stretch and pull against the hogtie... but nothing gave way. She was now well and truly helpless. And with no knots to even begin untying, there was no way she would be free until someone spoke the dispelling word. And with her gag on, Elyn wouldn’t be able to say it properly and thus couldn’t free herself on her own.

Though she was alone in the Order’s headquarters, she had left a simple note on her door with the word written at the top, followed by ‘Don’t ask, just open the door. You’ll see.’ She knew Taria would be back eventually that day. And she would be sure to check in on Elyn. But the best part for Elyn was she didn’t know when Taria would be back. And the thought made her stomach leap and she struggled hard against her unyielding bonds, screaming into her gag.

“MMMMPPPHHH!! HHHLLLLMMMPPP!!” Though Elyn didn’t actually want help, it was just another part of the excitement to call for help and be utterly muffled by her gag, with no hope of having anyone hear her.

“Mmmm....” Elyn said. “Mmmt wmmrkmmmd... mmmmmppphh... Mmm lmmvph thmmphh...”

Struggling hard again and working up a good sweat, Elyn was forced to relax and slump into her suspended bondage, her mind currently lost in complete bliss. “Ymmp..” she said to herself, into her gag. “Thmmph mmph mm gmmd dmmm...”

After resting for a bit, Elyn struggled hard once again, screaming as loud as she could into her gag, giggling and moaning while she did. “HHHHHLLLLMMMMPPPP!!”

With her voice naught but a whisper, Elyn sighed, moaning and groaning for a while and letting the tightness of her bondage help her drift off to sleep. “Hhhmmmppphhh....”