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Isha moved quietly along the cave, her carefully padded leather armour silent as she swiftly darted from shadow to shadow, hollow to hollow. Strictly speaking, the Elvish scout should not really be down here right now. She had been stood down for the night to get some rest, but this cave had being far too suspicious for her to ignore. The other scouts had already left for their own duties, leaving herself the only one to explore it. The slender elf was starting to think she was just paranoid though, very little about this cave seemed off. Lots of cobweb, sure, but giant spiders tended to be deeper underground, especially during the cold season. Still, she stayed silent and cautious, her faintly glowing eyes letting her see in the caves gloom.

Eventually, coming to yet another dead end, the blond Elf stood up straight and shook her head, stretching and letting out a yawn. No doubt her commander would tell her off for this little venture, if she found out, but Isha had had to do it for her own peace of mind, if nothing else. Turning to make her way back out, she felt a sudden sting in her rather compressed chest, the shock sending her stumbling back a couple of steps. Glancing down, she saw a small dart sticking out of the rise of her breast. Already she could feel her limbs growing heavy, and an enormous yawn soon escaped her rather small mouth. Even as her vision swam, her eyelids feeling too heavy to keep open, she saw silhouettes walking towards her, and just before she blacked out into a peaceful, pleasant sleep, heard one word. "Jackpot."

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Isha stirred and mumbled softly, rolling over, lost in a pleasant dream involving one of her fellow scouts, a particularly shy and cute little thing that always blushed furiously when someone did something eve remotely flirty with her. A slight giggle escaped the drugged Elf, but the dream began to fade, her eyes slowly opening. Mumbling a little, she found her hair had come free of its tie somehow and flopped over her face, tickling at her nose and eyes. Grumbling, her dream interrupted by something so silly, she tried to reach around to brush it aside.. But was only rewarded with her arm barely moving, and the feeling of many cords digging in a little tighter around her body. Alarmed, the Elf sat up quickly, only to gasp as the tight, tight ropes dug in that little bit more. They loosened when she sat still, though the one that was far too intimate for the scouts liking stayed tight.

Slowly, moving as little as possible, Isha glanced around the room. The lighting was low, and there wasn't much in here. She was on some kind of fur rug, though from what animal she did not know. She was in a cell it seemed, stout bars separating her from the rest of the room, a very well carved out corridor. Her eyes fell on the furniture outside the bars, a chair and table against one wall, was made of no wood she was familiar with, if it was even wood at all. A gnawing worry began to form in her hear as she slowly twisting a little to take in more of the room, wincing as the intricate harness of rope squeezed her sensitive spots, but there was little else in the cell than the rug. Not even any shackles on the smooth stone walls. Taking a deep breath, she tried to stand.. Which was a mistake! As she did, the rope between her legs caught on something, drawing much much tighter, forcing the Elf back to her knees with a gasp.

Shuffling backwards a little, she soon found the cause. Unnoticed by the captive, a small but strong ring was set into the floor, with a a rope extending from it to her crotchrope. Any attempts to tug on that... She didn't even want to think about it. The rope was already rubbing her in strange ways! The cords themselves weren't abrasive though, in truth they were smooth, soft, even quite flexible, though they creaked as she moved. They felt almost like... Silk. Isha's eyes widened as it suddenly became clear just what had happened and how had caught her. The dart, this clearly underground chamber, the unusual materials used for the furniture, and now spun silk rope?

It had to be the Drow.

Cursing, she twisted futiley against her bonds, only making them tighter, rubbing her sensitive spots all the more. She knew it was futile, this rope was likely made of spun spider silk. She'd have had more chance of breaking steel than escaping the intricate bonds squeezing her all over. A few minutes later, all she could do was pant. Drow were known for their skill at restraining captives, and this ropework only confirmed that. The Elfs arms were crossed at the wrists, her elbows at hear sides, with ropes crisscrossing into a strict harness. She couldn't move her arms much at all, but at the same time it wasn't so strict to cause problems. The harness around her body conformed to her curves very well, disappearing between her lower lips, squeezing and supporting her surprisingly large breasts. Whoever had tied her wanted her bound for a good long time.

Eventually, she heard the clack of heels, and two Drow walked into sight. The Elf could only stare at them in disbelief, their garb utterly baffling to the Elf who viewed clothes mostly for protective purposes or warmth. The concept of 'sexy' clothing had never really occurred to her. But here it was. Clad in some form of black leather, tight corsets squeezing their already slender waists, supporting their small, but pleasantly perky exposed breasts. Thigh length boots, made of the same leather squeezed their legs, with higher heels than the Elf had ever seen, and long gloves extending from their hands to their armpits, though had the fingers exposed. Some kind of harness made of straps covered their chests above their breasts, wrapping snugly, with a collar around the neck, while two extended from the bottom of the corset between their legs, going either side of their exposed sexes. Their skin, black with perhaps the slightest hint of blue stood out between the leather, which looked oiled, the way it glinted in the light, while their white hair stood out strongly in contrast.

They started to speak, but the Elf just stared at them, unable to understand a word the slender beauties said. They looked almost like twins, one was slightly taller, her hair shorter, falling around her shoulders. The other, shorter, had long hair that fell midback, carefully styled to fall over part of her face, with one eye all but hidden beneath the stark white strands. The whole setup couldn't help but give the pair an alluring, mysterious air that the Elf found herself curiously drawn into.

At least, for a few minutes. By the time they had gotten her out of the cell, her opinion of them had soured considerably. More bonds had being added to the captive, a short hobble around her ankles to prevent any thoughts of running, and several wrapped around the base of her large breasts. The poor Elfs pale cheeks had already turned red, the shorter Drow slapping at it with some kind of rod, ended in a small leather spade. She couldn't understand the two Drow, but she heard the word 'Crop' used when they had pulled it out and it didn't take much to link the two together. Far worse though, was the rope they were using as a leash to force the Elf to follow. The taller one led the way, yanking this leash if she felt the naked Elf was moving too slowly. This in itself was irritating, but it was linked to those nasty ropes squeezing her breasts, and every tug tightened it, making the bound orbs bulge more, swelling and slowly turning red, aching. The short one tried to help avoid this, motivating the captive to move faster with frequent smacks of her crop on that increasingly red rump.

They moved swiftly, surprisingly so. Isha couldn't believe the height of those heels, and yet the Drow not only walked in them as easily as Isha herself would in flats, but the shorter one even ran and walked up steps in them without even batting an eyelid. How they didn't twist their ankles, the captive would never know.

Many stopped to watch their progress, amused. Many of them were clad in proper gear, armour, though tighter, more form fitting than Isha was used to. Many were clad in more conventional clothes as well, though in fashions foreign to the blond captive. But there were also many clad much like her captors, in strange garments designed to seduce and titillate all who saw them. She saw many others bound as well, captives of many races. Quite a few were human, but mostly other Drow. What was even stranger to Isha was the bound Drow who seemed perfectly content, any even smiling and seeming quite happy in their helplessness. Just where was she?

Eventually the naked elf was forced into a rather large abode built into a stalagmite. The inside was stunning to the scout, plush carpets, well crafted furniture, cosy looking furniture... It was like some mansion favoured by a human aristocrat, though more cosy and intimate. Several other Drow were there, dressed strangely. They mostly wore harnesses, long gloves and tall thigh length boots. Their breasts were exposed, as were most of their sexes, though she saw one wearing a strange metal belt that covered her nether lips. What stood out most were two things, one of which was the collar around their necks, made of thicker leather, and with an insignia emblazoned upon it. The strange collars didn't have any buckles that she could see, just a ring at the front. However they were put on, taking them off again would be very difficult.

The other was the fact that they all worse strange harnesses on their heads, their mouths held open by some kind of stuffed pouch of leather, muffling any attempts at speech. The Elf was no stranger to the concept of gags, she was a scout after all and often if she caught someone to bring back to her Commander, keeping them quiet was a must. But something about these devices made the whole concept a lot more... Intense.

And as it turned out, it felt intense to. Servants had being summoned, and soon the Elf was tended to. Scrubbed clean first, working carefully to remove all sweat and grime from the bound form, they finally untied her... Except for her poor, swollen breasts. Her freedom was brief, to get her dressed. Those thigh length, tall heeled boots soon squeezed her legs, tighter than anything she had ever worn. Gloves as well, though instead of individual pockets for each finger, it was just a single pouch, rendering her hands useless, before they were swiftly bound behind her again. Her arms presses flat together this time, wrists bound tight together, before more rope coiled around her elbows tightly, forcing her to thrust out her breasts all the more. The ridiculously tight corset laced around her waist only made her look bigger, and feel more self conscious. She wasn't used to every one around her been so small, nor the constant looks, squeezes, even slaps her bound breasts were constantly subject to.

One of those collars was wrapped around her neck, and she felt a tingle behind her neck once it was in place. It had had no buckles, no method of closing, but it was held in place now, presumably a smooth, seamless band of leather like all the rest of them wore. With her arms tightly bound, her hands useless in their little pouches, and dressed like this, she had never felt so vulnerable, so helpless. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was next, one of them approaching her with a harness clearly intended for Isha's head. Her eyes focused on the padded sphere hanging in amongst the network of straps and her eyes widened in horror, seeing it was much large than the ones in the servants mouths all around her.

She tried to fight, twisting and thrashing, crying out, even begging them not to. But if they could even understand her words, they didn't show it. Eventually, clearly fed up with the Elfs antics, one of them suddenly grabbed both swollen, red, tender breasts and *squeezed* mercilessly. Stunned, the Elf opened her mouth wide to let out as loud of a scream as her corseted form could, but was cut off almost immediate as dextrous fingers forced the large sphere against her mouth. It took a lot of work to force it into the Elfs small mouth, her whines, her pleading ignored, until finally it popped behind her teeth, muffling her protests. She flushed red as the taste of the smooth, strong leather filled her mouth, then only redder as she felt some drool slip out around it, unable to stop it at all. More rope was swiftly added, a harness around her breasts, linked to her upper arms, while a rope around her waist, down between her legs then tied to her wrists, encouraging her to keep them tight against her back helped to ensure obedience, while another hobble rope soon made walking quite difficult.

Forcibly dressed in strange leather clothes, bound tight, her mouth over stuffed, Isha could only whimper, suddenly aware of just how much trouble she was in. No on knew where the cave she was captured in was but her. No one knew that was where she had gone either, and who even knew where that was anymore? She was much deeper underground now, in some kind of Drow settlement. The small force she was a part of could never successfully assault such a location, even if they did find it! She was on her own, and she was utterly helpless.

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Time passed slow for poor Isha. Down here, she had no concept of time, it could have been a few days, it could have been weeks. Still clueless to the language around her, she had quickly found out that her captors cared little if she understood them or not. She existed for them as a trophy and a source of pleasure and amusement. Her breasts were almost constantly subjects of torment. Bound, groped, squeezed, abused in ways she'd never even considered possible before. Rope marks were faintly visible around their base at nearly all times, while strange oils had being rubbed into them to make them even more sensitive and tender. In truth, those oils had felt good, really good, but combined with the torment her Drow abusers levelled on her, it only made things worse!

The gag was only ever removed from her poor mouth for one purpose, and it was a purpose that made her blush even thinking about it. In truth, the scouts tongue was rather skilled at the tasks she was forced to perform, hardly an unusual thing when you were stuck in a squad of female elves for often years at a time. But even still, her poor rear was usually much more tender after eating out her captors. Sometimes it would be punishment, for her not doing something they wanted, or not licking in a particular way, and sometimes it was just 'encouragement' slapping her ass to get her to go faster. The swish of that crop had Isha wincing even when it didn't touch her anymore!

And then there was that time the shorter one had put a strange belt that held a strange rod over her crotch on, rather like a mans genitalia. Poor Isha wasn;t sure her sex or her rear had recovered from that night yet, invaded in ways she had never experienced with another woman. That night had being bad, she'd resisted so much, that she had ended up forced to wear a hood afterwards, laced brutally tight, blocking her vision, her hearing, forcing her gag deeper and limiting her ability to breath even more. It had felt like days she had worn it, terrified, isolated, punished, and she did not want to wear such a thing ever again! It was nearly as bad as the time they had forced her to walk along a corridor with a rope strung from wall to wall, knots all along its length, getting higher the further along she walked, rubbing her until she lost control and ended up shuddering powerfully, only to be punished for it straight after.

It wasn't all bad, most of the other servants took care of her, massaging her, cleaning her. Her arms were never unbound for long, only to change position, and she was getting rather too used to having no use of her hands after her time like this. She and the others never seemed to need to eat, or drink, some magic to do with the collar she suspected. They were nice, in their own ways.. Most of them. Some of them, the ones who seemed to have the favour of Isha's kidnappers had ore freedom, and often would abuse the large breasted, pale Elf from the surface with glee. It was not unusual for them to force a strange stone, smooth, polished and enchanted with some strange magic that made it throb constantly, against her crotch, held in place by the blasted crotch rope her captors so enjoyed seeing cleaved between their blond slaves lower lips. Often she would be left with that blasted stone there all night, sometimes forcing her to climax shamefully, her body betraying her as pleasure would simply overwhelm her... And leave her exhausted for the next day, which only led to more punishment! These Drow certainly seemed to enjoy making her orgasm!

Exhausted one night, the poor Elf squirmed as best she can, but she had been forced into a cocoon of leather, stretched from toe to her neck, and laced up as tight as the corset she was always forced to wear, squeezing her so tightly all over. Curiously though, she felt relaxed, and slowly started to drift off, perhaps the most comfortable nights sleep experienced since her capture..

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Standing in the market, her breasts aching from the cruelly tight ropes, making them a shade of purple, Isha looked around carefully. It had been weeks now, weeks of captivity, of been bound and gagged, used and abused. But her docile act was working. She was out on the street now with just one of her captors, the smaller one, with no hobble, and the route back to the stalagmite mansion would go by one of the caves smaller exits. She wasn't sure where it went, but it was her best chance. The smaller Drow was the crueller of the two however, and the ropes binding the poor Elf slave were tighter than normal, especially between her legs and around her breasts, but worse was the cone shaped, strange wriggling mass forced into Ishas rear, held in place by the crotch rope. Any motion made it jiggle around inside her wildly. Ever since her capture, this cruel little Drow had loved torturing Isha's rear, inside and out..

Nevertheless, despite the constant torment from the cruel ropes, the plug, her swollen breasts, she held her ground... Then struck! As they moved passed the cavemouth, she feigned stumbling and yanked back. The pain in her breasts nearly made her legs buckle, but it was enough to get the Drow to pause and look back. Pulling out her crop, the dark skinned lady walked over to her captive with a frown... Only to receive a knee to the belly. Dressed in her usual alluring attire, the small woman had no protection whatsoever from the hefty blow and buckled, falling to her knees nearly senseless. Wasting no time, Isha turned and fled down the cave as fast as she could, the skilled scout out of practise after weeks of captivity, but still skilled. It took all of her focus not to collapse, the ache from her breasts was bad enough, but running like this only made the huge thing in her rear jiggle all the more!

But on she ran, and ran. Hope began to fill her as the air felt cooler, a breeze blowing by. It might take awhile to reach it, but this route would definitely lead her to the surface!

And then she was upside down, one leg extended at the ceiling, her hair hanging down to brush the floor. Stunned, she had no idea what was going on, but felt a sudden pain in her foot, two painful pricks. Rapidly, she felt woozy, and not in the same way as the Drow poison before... Her last thought before blacking out was simply "Oh shit.."

When she awoke later, her head felt hazy, her eyes blank. She could see, but it took her time to register all that was around her. Cocoons, lots of cocoons. Panicking, eyes going wide, she tried to move, but could barely twitch! From her mouth, all the way to her toes, was a thick, incredibly tight, taut, silk cocoon. Compared to her normal bondage though, it felt soft, cosy, relaxing.. Her breasts had a dull ache in them, but they didn't seem to be bound anymore at least.. Her leather slave gear was still on as well, and the collar around her neck. The leather mass in her mouth was still there, but somehow her mouth had silk packed into it as well, reinforcing the gag and only making her even quieter, especially with the thick silk covering her mouth as well. And nothing could make her forget that jiggly thing in her rear!

Calming a little, the cocoon having an oddly soothing effect on the tormented Elf, Isha glanced around again. There was a *lot* of cocoons but... None of them were shrivelled. In fact, all of them were full with what seemed to be women. What little patches of skin she saw mostly showed black, suggesting Drow, but there was other splashes here and there, suggesting other races as well. But wrapped in silk as they were, they all were the same, in more ways than one. Every single one of them was twitching gently, and while some moaned louder than others, one thing seemed consistent. They weren't fighting their cocoons, but instead writhing and moaning in what sounded to the Elf, now much more experienced in such matters after weeks as a slave, pleasure. There were dozens of them!

Her theory was confirmed a few moments later. She heard the scuttle of legs, sounding like a giant spider. But giant spiders didn't keep captives like this. It was rare for them to have a larder of more than two or three victims, and those victims wouldn't seemingly be having lots of orgasms! The scuttling got closer, and then turned a corner between some of the cocoons. Striding towards her on enormous spider legs was a woman. From below her waist, her body turned into that of a spider, while the upper body was utterly naked, dark skinned like a Drow, but with breasts as big as Ishas head! A devilish grin was on the creatures face, revealing much longer than normal incisors, incisors Isha knew she had felt bite her foot. And in her hand was a very familiar looking stone... Only larger, and seemingly throbbing far more potently than the one the slaves had used.

Utterly helpless, suspended, her body pulled taut between floor and ceiling, Isha could do nothing but watch as the Drider got closer and closer. She leaned in, giving Isha a big kiss on her silk covered, utterly stuffed mouth, while her hand vanished between Isha's thighs, forcing the stone through the silk until it rested against the once again caught scouts sex. Isha couldn't help but let out a muffled moan immediately, the stone felt good... Too good! Every throb was so potent, far more than the stone that had tormented her before, sending ripples of mind numbing ecstasy throughout her form. She couldn't stop moaning, shivering, shuddering in delight.. No wonder all those other cocoons sound so happy!

The Drider watched its latest captive for awhile, licking her fingers, coated in Isha's juices. It was an unusual diet, Driders had, but it was tasty, and easily sustainable when you have so many cocooned captives and silk able to soak things up. Combine it with a little magic infused into special stones... And mmm.. This elf was delicious! The Drider had never had a surface elf before, but now that she had tasted one, she had no intention of letting Isha go anytime soon.

As for the scout herself... Her eyes had totally glazed, her moans mingling with those of the many other captives, all thoughts of escape melting away, lost in the endless throbbing, the constant pleasure... Surely she had earned it after her captivity, her torment, for the last few weeks. She could worry about getting away in a few hours, another orgasm wouldn't hurt...