Any one of the other elven women would not have been able to overcome her, but faced with the three of them together Elandriel found herself drawn inexorably down onto the bed with a low sob. They knew - all of them knew, and they were not bound nor even guarded, it seemed, and yet all of them chose to remain in this terrible place rather than carry warning home to their people.<br/><br/>"Do not do this, please!" she begged of them as they dragged out and affixed first her arms, and then her legs - forcing her into a horribly exposed position with her legs bent back over herself and spread wide, her most intimate parts made utterly bare and vulnerable to anyone in eyesight.<br/><br/>There were many in eyesight, and all eyes were upon her form as she began to sob, shaking her head and writhing in desperate attempt to tug herself free of the bindings that held her so lewdly presented. Her cheeks were flushed deep violet with the shame of it, her head shaking so hard that her hair swept the floor. "No, no! What has he done to you?! What are you doing to me? Let me go!"