“I’m sorry I have to go this far, Yunaka. But I cannot take any risks – especially when Brodia is involved.”

The noblewoman personally tied off the last knot of the thief’s restraints, trapping her wrists behind her back. Though Yunaka shook and struggled in retaliation, the assortment of silken ropes binding her body proved to be too much for even the slippery girl to escape from.

A blade pointed at her throat, from one of the three men Citrinne had hired to help subdue Yunaka, was enough to get the thief’s efforts to settle down completely. Talking her way out of these came to mind next.

“P-Please, if you’d just listen to me–”



“How can I trust anything you say?” The noblewoman stood up and walked back around to Yunaka’s front to reprimand her directly. “You’re an assassin who’s snuck her way into our army without telling a soul! Even if I forget about all you’ve done in Brodia, t-to… nobles like me, then I still certainly can’t let you near the prince or the Divine Dragon!”

Yunaka opened her mouth for a rebuttal, but paused for only a moment. It would be her last chance to have said something, as one of the men used the opportunity to force a cloth between her lips. She moaned and shook a bit more as the cleave gag was knotted off, while Citrinne sighed at the unfortunate necessity.

The noblewoman had resolved to do this the moment she realized Yunaka was an assassin. There was no telling what goals or sinister acts the woman had planned under that cheery facade of hers, and Citrinne had to do something about it. Though it felt a little underhanded to leave the Divine Dragon out of the loop, they were simply too trusting for their own good.

And while her unwavering trust was sometimes a boon… it could just as easily be a liability in delicate situations like this. Perhaps Yunaka did have a good explanation for all of this – even a part of Citrinne wanted that to be true – but the only reasonable course of action was to investigate the matter properly.

The only way to do that was in the courts of Brodia. Citrinne knew that the assassin wouldn’t come easily: if she was guilty, then of course she’d resist, and if she was innocent… then she’d still not agree to this so easily. That was why she’d called in a favor from her house – to ensure that an independent party could assist in bringing Yunaka back to Brodia. Her family had agreed to send in a few trusted men, and then it was simple enough to corner an exhausted Yunaka after a mission to restrain her.

One of the men pulled Yunaka up onto her feet. The man fitted a pair of shackles around her ankles, as the heavy sounds of metal clanging shut echoed throughout the forest. They’d been sure to put enough distance between themselves and the rest of the army that the thicket of trees and shrubs would provide enough cover for them to split away quietly. Citrinne had left behind a note to explain the matter – stamped with Brodia’s seal to assure them it was her – and she simply hoped that it would be enough to convince them that the situation was being handled.

Taking a long breath, Citrinne took another look at the woman bound before her. She shifted uncomfortably in her bindings: ropes which had been extended to her chest in a strict harness. The choice of restraint was unusual for an arrest, but given how effective the knights seemed to be with it, Citrinne didn’t question it further. Yunaka recoiled as one of the men brought a collar to her neck – instinctively pulling away from it but far too restrained to do anything substantial to stop it. The device clicked shut around her neck, and Citrinne felt a tinge of guilt as the man grabbed the connecting leash.

…N-No. The only reason she felt bad was because Yunaka seemed like a good person, but that was exactly the problem. Her past was too much of a mystery to be taking risks with. Precautionary treatment was necessary – and Citrinne could make up for it after the fact if she was wrong. Risking the lives of her people – let alone her comrades – because she was too weak to act on her gut instinct was not a mistake a noblewoman could make.

With a tug, Yunaka was dragged forward, and the group began to walk. One noble, three men, and the bound thief pushed through the foliage as they used the cover of night and shrubbery to cloak their movements. Citrinne gave another look to Yunaka – who returned only a glare.

The noblewoman turned to her hired help instead. It felt awkward enough to be the ringleader of what was effectively a kidnapping – however justified – and the silence permeating through the air didn’t help with that feeling in the slightest.

“I… didn’t realize we taught our knights how to tie knots so well.” Citrinne received a blank stare in response, before the man’s eyes widened and he nodded. He adjusted the heavy bag he carried over his shoulder –which he had pulled the restraining devices out of – before responding.

“Ah… yeah.”

Hmm. A strange fellow. Most of the knights Citrinne had conversed with were eager to share their experiences or tales. Perhaps he simply found the situation as awkward as she did. All of them were glancing around – particularly to her – with difficult-to-read expressions in their eyes. And yet, whatever it was that concerned them, they didn’t seem particularly eager to open up to the woman who’d hired them about it.

Normally she might’ve brushed it aside. But be it this entire situation putting her on edge, or just her resolve to trust her gut tonight… she pressed the man a little.

“Who did you train under? Perhaps the three of you served under the same squadron?”



Again, the man seemed blank for a moment – but this time one of the others stepped in.

“Miss… should we be discussing this in-front of the captive?”

Citrinne wasn’t the type of noble to be offended at an underling questioning her judgment. What did concern her was the fact that a well-trained knight would do that in the first place. They shouldn’t – they were knights, not advisors. She stopped marching – and the three men did as well. Another glance to Yunaka who, though still clearly angered, had clearly caught onto something herself.

For some reason, the thief seemed far less of a threat than before. The noblewoman took a step back from the two men before her.

“I… believe I’ve made an error. Please untie that woman.”

Citrinne expected that they wouldn’t listen. The woman took another couple steps back–

Into the waiting grip of the third “knight” that had kept quiet. A shrill scream escaped Citrinne’s lips, only for a gloved hand to plant itself across them to silence her while his other arm wrapped around her lithe body roughly.

“Jig’s up, boys. Get her trussed up.”



Citrinne’s eyes flicked up to the man holding her from behind as she shook her body within his grip. The strength behind it was overwhelming to the mage, even without the weight of his armor leaning down on her. Her eyes were drawn back to the others: discarding their royal helmets as they revealed the surplus of restraints carried in that bag.

“Whht arh yhh dhhng?! Lht mh ghh!”

Both hands on her body clamped down tightly, while one of the other men responded to her question.

“We intercepted your little request.” He waved a letter with the Brodian seal waxed upon it in front of the noblewoman. “Beat up the lousy knights your kingdom sent to do it, took this nice letter and their goods, and decided to adjust your plan a little..”

A toothy grin flashed across the man’s face. “You’d fetch quite the ransom, wouldn’t you agree?”

Citrinne’s eyes widened as her whole body struggled viciously. Kicking her heels into the dirt below her, the man holding her eventually just lifted her up – with ease, given the difference in weight – and dragged her over to the others, waiting with fresh restraints.

The noblewoman quickly met the same fate that she’d forced upon the thief. Red ropes were lashed around her wrists, tying them off tightly as she rubbed them against one-another in resistance. There was little she could do to stop their advance after that – hands running along her body either for the sake of it, or to further her bondage.

Her cheeks lit up in shame at being both tricked and used by these common bandits so easily. A shameful glance was spared to the restrained thief once more… who now seemed more concerned than anything. Her right to be angry at the noblewoman was stronger than ever… yet she spared a look of sympathy to Citrinne more than anything else.

That only made her feel worse. Had she been wrong all along? And now she’d gotten both of them into a terrible situation.

When the invasive hands finally retreated from Citrinne’s body, she was bound exactly as Yunaka was. Arms trapped behind the back, with ropes tied around her elbows and wrists, a rudimentary harness – and the finishing touches of metal around her ankles and neck were just being applied. The cold feeling of the collar as it tightened around her neck – only for her to be reminded of it with every shortened breath – was a severely demeaning feeling.

“Camp’s not too far out from here.” The leash that now sat around Citrinne’s neck was given a firm tug, pulling her forward as her shackled feet decided it easier to obey than to struggle while bound so heavily. She mumbled a moan through her gag as she and Yunaka both began to move. “Don’t worry – we’ll keep you company while we sort out the payment.”

Citrinne’s heart was pounding through her chest. She desperately wanted to stay calm in this scenario – because that was what a noblewoman should do. But her mind polluted itself with the worst possible thoughts. Like what might happen to her – or what others would think of her if they found her like this. Let alone what she’d done to Yunaka out of a fear that had bubbled up in her mind exactly as it was now. I-It was all irrational, she knew that on some level, yet…

Something brushing against her side drew her out of her spiraling anxiety. She glanced to the side – to Yunaka – only to find the woman with a loose set of wrist restraints and the rope discarded behind her about a dozen steps back. The men were all in the front: one leading the two of them, another carrying the still not empty bag of restraints, and the last greedily discussing their payday. None of them were paying attention to what was happening to the two women, having already assumed them bound.

The noblewoman finally realized that she had tied off that knot around Yunaka’s wrists. It had probably been a lot looser than her own, which even as her nails dug into, she failed to make any progress on. Yunaka pulled Citrinne’s attention away from her own predicament, and pointed at the top of her left, thigh-high boot…

Citrinne’s eyes widened. There was a knife in it! But even with the extra room to leverage that the removed restraint gave Yunaka, she clearly couldn’t reach it as her fingers stretched for dramatic effect. But if Citrinne moved a little ahead of pace, turned herself to the side, and bent down quickly..!



She had to be quick before the taut of the leash would pull her forward awkwardly, but the noblewoman was able to manage it. Fishing the hidden dagger out of Yunaka’s boot, she initially offered it to the assassin – only for her to push it away. It took Citrinne a moment of thinking to catch up with her ally.

No matter how flexible Yunaka was, she wouldn’t be able to cut away the rope around her elbows by herself. But if they were careful enough, maybe Citrinne could. The noblewoman would first have to remove her own wrist restraints – which she began quickly sawing away at, and then they would just have to hope that Citrinne could do it with a free hand before the bandits noticed anything.

It wasn’t long before the noblewoman had removed the ropes around her wrists. The knife made it easy – and with both of her arms hidden by her body, the bandits couldn’t notice even if they glanced back. The harder part was yet to come, however. Citrinne inched her body as close as it could get to Yunaka’s, before she adjusted her shoulders and leaned her right arm over as close as possible – barely in reach of a strand of the elbow-binding rope.

If Citrinne could get this dagger back into Yunaka’s hands when they were completely freed, then the woman could do disturbingly effective things with it. From there, Citrinne would simply have to hope that Yunaka was willing to free her after everything that had happened… but even if it wasn’t the noblewoman’s only option, she’d give the thief the chance regardless.

Cutting away at the restraints, Citrinne’s attention was split between the restraints themselves, and the men in front of them. Her pace was only focused on maintaining it enough to keep herself from falling behind. She was hardly looking at where she was stepping… and only looked down when Yunaka elbowed her in the side and let out a muffled word of warning.

A simple, exposed root in the dirt path was all it took for the bound noblewoman to tumble. Her hands instinctively tried to reach out in front of her, partially bound by the rope still around her elbows, and causing the knife to slip from her grasp. She let out an instinctive cry as she fell to the ground painfully.

More concerningly than the fall itself was the amount of attention it drew.

“Heh. Dumb blonde. Should we let her try to get herself up… or… h-hey, wait a second..!”

They noticed the fact that her wrists weren’t fully bound immediately. As the three of them turned around fully, it was more opportunity for them to discover the oddities among both of the women. Yunaka tried to press her wrists together to hide the fact that they were freed, but there was no way to pretend as though the rope was still there when one of the men came around her backside. One of the men kneeled down… picking up the knife right by Citrinne’s fallen body.

“T-They almost got loose…”

Citrinne looked up towards Yunaka in apologetic defeat. Her heart was utterly shattered. Once again she’d failed her. Once more she’d made a mistake that cost both of them dearly. It was obvious what would happen now – even as they both tried to resist it in a last struggle. Yunaka lacked a knife now, and Citrinne was vulnerable enough on her own, even if she wasn’t on the ground.

The re-restraining of the women would be far stricter.

Their elbow restraints were loosened and replaced, given the fact that Yunaka’s had been partially damaged by their escape efforts. The position of their arms were adjusted: pulling them atop one another before tying a stricter harness of ropes around them to keep Citrinne’s invasive fingers away from any more sharp objects, and Yunaka’s away from receiving them.

…As the man held the knife in his hand, he thought of an extra… precaution worth taking. The noblewoman’s eyes widened in panic as the blade was pointed directly at her.

“Hold still, unless you want this cutting your skin.” The woman wasn’t willing to test that, and held still as the blade dug into her clothing. He pulled it away, piece by piece, exposing the girl and leaving her in not even her undergarments as her robes were ripped and cut away from her body. His salacious eyes inspected every inch of her exposed form – checking underneath the curves to ensure that she had nothing to hide from him.

The moan of discomfort that escaped Citrinne’s lips was a little too loud for his liking. Giving another glance to the pile of clothes she had, he picked out the pair of silken panties from it, pulled down her cloth gag…

And stuffed the pair in-between her lips before she could even let out a word of opposition. A thicker cloth was tied atop her mouth to secure them further as she shook her head back and forth in disgusted yet worthless resistance. The man handed off the knife to one of the other bandits to do the same in removing Yunaka’s clothes – who actually might have another weapon or two stashed beneath them – while he entertained himself with Citrinne’s body.

Part of that was rubbing, pinching, and squeezing the inches of her body as revenge for trying to escape, but he also began securing a far more intricate harness along the woman. It enveloped her upper body, and she shifted and struggled awkwardly as it was tightened around her. While every inch of it – be it the strands which circled around her chest or hugging her waist – was tight and responded to every struggle of her arms, none of them were as bad as the last one.

He ran a rope through her exposed crotch, pulled it taut, and connected it to the back of her arms. Every little movement or struggle she made would give it a nice tug, causing her body to respond in kind with natural sensations. Regardless of the humiliating gag tied around her lips, the woman quickly stopped making sounds – because the noises her body was beginning to want to make were absolutely unbecoming of someone of her political stature.

On the other hand, Yunaka had finally shown the side of anger that Citrinne had expected out of her. The man who’d stripped her was far rougher and handsier, leaning in close and pressing his entire body against hers as he took advantage of the helpless assassin. Her muffled shouts were matched only by her struggles, but both were easily subdued under their respective inhibitors.

“Let’s not waste too much more time. There’ll be no chance of either of them escaping once they’re within the… safe confines of camp.”

That served as a warning to Citrinne that her best chance to escape was still now, but how? She shifted her arms awkwardly – any inch in which she dared to reposition them met by the tightness of the full harness wrenching them back into place. The extra ropes tied around her legs reduced their pace substantially, which made the last resort of simply running for it even more unlikely…

Her gaze shifted to Yunaka, who didn’t meet her in response. The assassin obviously had every right to be irate with her. Citrinne had failed to put her trust in the woman, and even when Yunaka reciprocated it regardless, she still messed it up by tripping. Maybe Citrinne could ensure that Yunaka was freed as well, as part of the ransom, but…

With the way those men looked at the both of them, she wasn’t sure if either of them would escape this unscathed. A tug on their leashes pulled them forward once more–

“Wait!” One of the men fished through the bag, pulling out one last pair of items for them. “Just a bit of entertainment – and it should make things easier later…”

He leaned into the women, fastening a band around their respective thighs which seemingly served no restrictive purpose. A moment later, he pulled out a pair of small, rectangular devices and fastened one into each band. Guiding the wire up by Citrinne’s crotch, he gave her a moment of relief by pulling the crotch rope away from the particularly sensitive spot where a knot was rubbing up against, and pressed the tiny egg-shaped end against it.

Then his fingers turned the knob of the device up by a smidge, and Citrinne immediately began to struggle.

“M-Mmf! Nhh!” The entirely unfamiliar sensations of vibrations placed in such a delicate spot immediately overwhelmed the poor, chaste noble. Shaking her body in an instinctive effort to loosen the secured device only served to press it in deeper, as the connected crotch rope dug in further with every struggle. Her face flushed with crimson as tears pooled in the corner of her eyes – and she wasn’t given anymore time to grow used to her situation as another tug of the leash dragged her forward.

Yunaka had received one of those strange devices as well, yet she handled it far better. Her glaring gaze didn’t break in the slightest as one of the men kept a much closer eye on her, though the hints of a blush did begin to form as his fingers slid down to the remote and increased the vibrator’s intensity.

The man positioned himself between the two girls, both to ensure that their hands stayed to themselves, and to give him a position to run his arms along both of their bodies. He gave a cruel tug to Citrinne’s crotch rope – causing the woman to let out a yelp of surprised pleasure as she winced and stumbled forward. His other hand was much firmer with Yunaka: squeezing her firm ass with an eager hand – and giving it a spank when she grunted in response.

“Can’t you be more appreciative of your toys? Like your ‘friend’ over here?” Citrinne was squirming more than she was walking at this point, and her pace was only kept by the guiding hand of the man beside her. Heavy breaths escaped her lips with every step, and the signs of exhaustion on her face had only grown more obvious. S-She knew she couldn’t take much more–

And that was when the man brought around her crotch, pulled that infernal rope up from the front as hard as he could, and held it tightly until the woman’s knees buckled under her own weight. She let out a long cry of pleasure into her gag as the man’s grip around her switched to holding her by the waist – preventing her from falling as her mind flooded itself with overwhelming sensations of sensitive pleasure.

Citrinne gasped. Her body was practically dragged forward for more than a minute, while she tried to recoup herself. Humiliation fell upon her face and mind as the high of the climax faded, and she felt the trail of wetness dripping from her thighs as proof of how easily she’d succumbed. The noble finally dared to spare a glance to the other woman, shamed at the little look of pity that was spared by the assassin.

“That’s all it takes for a noble? Hmm… bet you’ve been saving yourself, right?” The man’s hand around her body rose to her chest, giving her supple curves a nice, long squeeze, before leaving his fingers there to toy with her perky, sensitive bud. “But I wonder how much it’ll take to break you…”



His other hand slid down to the band around Yunaka’s thighs, turning up the vibrator just a little more. “I’ll add more of these if I have to. Wouldn’t it just be better to have some fun?”



The piercing look on Yunaka’s face suggested that she hardly agreed. Sighing, he brought both of his hands around their respective chests before pulling them in a little closer.

“Relax. As long as her family pays the ransom, the two of you will be free soon enough.” His gaze turned towards the starry, red-haired woman, quickly remembering the reason why this situation had turned out this way. “Well… assuming they’re willing to pay up for you as well.”

He chuckled as he gave each of the women a nice, long squeeze to a mixed chorus of moans.

“Trust me – until then, we’ll have plenty of fun together…”