This story contains bondage, damsel-in-distress, and other sexual themes. I recommend you turn away if that does not interest you.

*****

Kai’Sa loved nothing more than to see her fans’ smiling faces as she left the stage, and tonight was no different. The excitement that always ended up boiling over in the crowd, revealed to the popstars by a chorus of cheers and screams made every minute of her own, dance-heavy routine worth it.

She planned on celebrating the spectacular performance with the rest of the gals, though she always took the first moments after each production to get a breath of fresh air. It was exhausting work to be the primary dancer in the group: performing in enclosed stages in a pair of skintight leather leggings to a crowd of thousands who jumped and sang along to the beat, heating up the area with their bodies’ wild movements. Kai’Sa wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead as she strutted down the hallway in her heels, not even taking the time to change out of her stage outfit.

The popstar was surprised after turning a corner to see a hooded figure loitering around the area. His eyes were ready to meet Kai’Sa’s, having probably heard the clicking of her heels against the tiled floor crescendoing closer and closer to his location. The man was decked out in all sorts of fan gear: a hoodie with the faces of the four K/DA members on it, a replica of Akali’s iconic mask covering the bottom half of his face, and even the top was slightly hidden by a baseball cap with their logo plastered on it.

“K-Kai’Sa? Whoa… I-I’m a big fan!” His slight stutter was a common trait among fans when they finally met one of the idols. Kai’Sa had gotten used to mannerisms like it, and these interactions themselves. A smile instinctively formed over her face, though a few questions brewed in her mind.

“I’m always happy to meet a fan, but are you even supposed to be here?” She asked, putting a finger to her chin as she tilted her head slightly. This hallway was usually reserved for important personnel only, like the popstars, security, management, and so forth. It was obviously a little concerning to see someone who was clearly none of those roaming around.

“I, uh, got a little lost after the concert. D-Do you know which way is the exit? None of these doors have windows, and I wouldn’t want to take a wrong turn into somewhere I’m really not supposed to be.”

Kai’Sa chucked. Well, at least he was a little more respectful of the idol’s space than some of the other fans she’d met. “I’m taking the exit as well, so I may as well just show you.” She led the man three doors down before stopping at the very end of the hallway. Wasn’t it obvious that the door at the end was likely the exit? Regardless, she felt in an uplifted enough mood after her performance to not mention or mock him for it.

She pushed the door open to allow a breeze of cool wind to blow against the two of them, and to reveal the night sky. Ahead of them was an alleyway at the very back of the stadium, secluded enough to somehow still elude the incessant following of the paparazzi. Kai’Sa took a deep breath of this fresh air before stepping outside, aware of the closeness to which the man followed her. Of course, Kai’Sa knew this game well: how shy a few fans would get while their desires struggled to be crafted into words, but also knew how to make this a little easier for them.

“Well, would you like a parting autograph? And if you really wanted, I suppose I could spare the time for a quick selfie..?” As she stretched her arms out with a cooling breath, the faint sound of rustling snuck into her ears. She thought that the fan was simply taking her up on one of her suggestions, but her attention was suddenly shifted from that when she noticed silhouettes just a few meters ahead of her. They began to walk towards her, and Kai’Sa instinctively turned away, back towards the door to flee-

Straight into her fan’s arms.

“I think I’ll take something a little more lively than a picture.”

One of his arms immediately wrapped around her body, pinning Kai’Sa’s own arms to her sides as she ferociously shook in his grasp to try and break free. Her scream was cut off not even a second into its sound when his free hand pressed tightly against her violet lips to suppress her voice.

But Kai’Sa wasn’t the type to be subdued so easily. A swift kick to his shin with her heeled boot was enough of a shock to loosen his grip enough to break free, and put enough distance between the two to follow it up with a much more painful punt to his stomach. She took a few heavy breaths as he watched the fanatic fall to the ground. If it was just him, then Kai’Sa would have no trouble defending herself.

She blindly swung a fist behind herself, turning her whole body around in the process, knowing that the two figures she spotted would certainly be upon her. Though the blow connected, there was little power behind it. These men were built much stronger than the fan, muscles surely hidden underneath their coats, and the one Kai’Sa hit didn’t even stagger from the shot. Part of that was certainly because the idol wasn’t exactly prepared to fight this trio of men. The hours she’d just spent dancing were exhausting, and adrenaline alone wouldn’t be enough to push her tired body through this mess.

A hand caught her extended arm and pulled the woman in, causing her to stumble forward. Her grabbed arm was wrestled behind her back, the other one soon meeting the same fate at the overwhelming hands of the other man. The sound of tape ripping informed her of the fate that she couldn’t see, struggling hard to try and free her held wrists before the sticky grasp of tape entrapped her. Her head turned over her shoulder to try and get a better view, continuing her resistance as a flurry of grunts and cries escaped her lips. Despite her efforts, there was nothing she could do to prevent the first strip from wrapping around her arms, nor the numerous following rolls around to secure this restraint. Her kicks lacked the same power that her first ones had, and the fact that they were on more prepared men made them all the less effective.

Her eyes rose to those of the fan’s, who’d finally recovered from Kai’Sa’s defense. He seemed unfazed by Kai’Sa’s kicks, pulling down the mask to reveal a devious smile, paired with slithering eyes that ran up and down the idol’s body.

“B-Bastard!” Kai’Sa called out. “J-Just who do you think you are?”

“I think I’m the first person to be booking a member of K/DA for a private showing. She’s giving me quite the deal for kidnapping you…”  She? When Kai’Sa opened her mouth to ask who he was referring to, the kidnappers took the opportunity to shove a balled cloth into her mouth. Her attempts to spit out the sudden stuffing were only followed up by the lodging of a rubber ball into her mouth, which was promptly strapped and secured around her head to ensure both it and the cloth effectively gagged her.

“...mmphf...mmm...MMPHF!” It took Kai’Sa a few grunts to realize just how badly the gag suppressed her competent speech. She thrashed her head around with the rest of the body, only stopped when a hand scrunched up her long, purple hair and sharply pulled it back, sending a surge of pain through the woman’s scalp that finally caused her to somewhat rest. Her arms and legs still resisted, but the duct tape continued to restrain her and subdue these efforts. Another few rolls around her elbow weren’t painful thanks to the dancer’s flexibility, but it was enough to allow the three men to focus on pulling her legs together for binding.

Though she kicked and shaked as hard as she could, her exhaustion compared to the strength of three simply made it impossible for her to prevent her legs from being bound by the ankles, knees, and thighs. As the fan ripped the last of the tape off onto her thighs, his hands lingered. They first ran up and down her legs, squeezing slightly around her thighs, then crept upwards just a little further…

“M-FNCH MNN!” Kai’Sa screamed out through her gag as his hands clamped down on her ass. They squeezed and groped for what felt like minutes as Kai’Sa flailed about as best she could in her bonds. She tried to throw her bound-together legs against the fan as he continued to indulge in his desires, but everything was just… far too hard. Her body just… wouldn’t... comply!

“Ah… s-so good… so much better than I ever could’ve imagined... “ The perversion had seeped into his voice, intertwined with heavy breathing as his head brimmed with lust. “Let’s get you to the van. We’ll have plenty of time for more fun once you’re out of here.”

The final rolls of tape for the idol came in above and below her breasts. On the front half, they clung to her bare skin, but they did not seem to care for her cropped jacket, taping over the leather piece, essentially pinning it to her body. Her arms were pressed hard against her back before a full roll was completed, immobilizing them against her back before the wrap was done a few more times for good measure. It had the auspicious effect of pushing out Kai’Sa’s chest, and in part with the tape surrounding it, the combination couldn’t help but emphasize her breasts.

She was suddenly picked up by one of the men, and thrown over his back before they began to move. Though she shifted and struggled, her thoughts couldn’t help but be let astray to the fact that there was little chance she could save herself. All that Kai’Sa could hope for is that someone else was in this alley, and her eyes darted back and forth as best they could from her “over the shoulder” point of view.

“You know there’s no one here to help you. She told us that you “book” this type of place out for yourself. Right after a concert, get some fresh air, no one but you, right?”  H-How did they know that? Was what Kai’Sa thought. There were only a few people who knew of this little habit of her’s, and out of them…

There was no point in dwelling over something she couldn’t be certain about. She heard the back door of the van open up, and was subsequently thrown into it. The idol landed on a pile of something, breaking her fall, and with the little light she had before the door closed, Kai’Sa could make out that it was all K/DA merchandise. Hoodies, hats, shirts, posters…

Kai’Sa realized she’d been taken to one of the group’s merchandise vans. She supposed that her presence in it made the idol the most valuable product of them all.

As the door snapped shut and she was finally left alone, tears began to swell in her eyes.

Akali...Ahri...Eve...please…

*****

“...Kai’Sa’s been gone a while, hasn’t she?” Akali asked, taking a brief sip of her champagne before putting the glass down on the table in front of her. She looked up from it to see the two smiling faces of the two other members of K/DA, sharing a couch as they polished off their glasses.

“Huh? W-Well, I mean… y-you know her. She needs t...those minutes to rest.” Ahri replied, before putting the already empty glass back to her lips. Her tongue began to lick the inner rim, searching for the last few drops that she could find of her drink.

“But… she’s never gone for this long!” A quick glance at the clock told Akali it’d been twenty minutes since she last saw Kai’Sa.

Eve’s hand rose to Ahri’s glass, pulling it away from the diva who groaned slightly in response to it’s removal. She then turned her attention to Akali as well, and spoke clearly with her own perspective.  “Well, this was a pretty big event. Probably just needs a little more time.”

“I-I don’t know… I think I’ll just go look for her.” A nod was all Eve responded with as the rapper left their suite. Her footsteps outside of the room slowly grew fainter until the two remaining members were left alone.

With the door closed and the two isolated, a satisfied smirk came over Eve’s face as she turned back to Ahri.

“Y’know… I think you were absolutely stunning tonight, Ahri. I don’t know where K/DA would be without you.” She pushed her entire body close to Ahri’s as she buttered up the popstar, sneaking a hand along her thigh while gazing deeply into her eyes as well.

A subtle, pink haze began to fill Ahri’s vision. “Y-You really think so..? You’re too sweet, Eve.”

“No, I do really mean it. Perhaps I should thank you… like how I used to.”

Ahri’s cheeks filled with a rosy blush. Both of them knew that Eve was the only person who could fluster the foxy star like this.

“I-I mean…” Ahri stared back into Eve’s eyes, lured in by… something. “Just for old times sake, okay?”

“Of course, my gumiho.” Eve threw herself onto the other idol, planting the lady’s lips with a thousand, passionate kisses that reignited a desire within Ahri. “That being said… I have picked up on a few new things. Things… that we should move to my room for.”

She led Ahri by hand to her room, struggling to separate one-another from kisses along the way. Eve threw the fox onto her bed the moment they arrived, but spent the first few seconds pulling a box out from underneath.

“Close your eyes… while you still can, Ahri.” She unwaveringly complied, feeling the leather being pulled around her head only stopping once it reached her eyes.

“A b-blindfold..? Since when were you so kinky?” There was a tinge of excitement behind the question, obvious to Eve when she saw the smile persist on Ahri’s face.

“Trust me…” Evelynn began, as she pulled Ahri’s hands behind her back and clicked a pair of handcuffs shut around her wrists. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

Sitting behind Ahri on the bed, Evelynn wrapped her legs around the fox’s body before bringing her hands to Ahri’s chest. She squeezed gently to begin, eliciting the first of many moans from the fox’s mouth. Each grope ended with a slight press downwards, pulling down Ahri’s top bit by bit. Evelynn continued this cycle until Ahri’s breasts were freed, giggling softly into the fox’s ears before beginning to toy with her nipples. A sadistic pinch placed simultaneously on both nipples brought a squeak out of Ahri’s lips, before Evelynn healed it with a few soothing rubs. Of course, she’d keep Ahri on her guard with another clamp of her fingers a few moments later.

Evelynn’s fingers began to trail down Ahri’s body, riding along her outfit that unfortunately got in the way of a little more fun. She brought her lips closer to her fox’s ear, whispering softly into it.

“Mmm… I think the only thing you should be wearing are more of my restraints.”  “Y-Yea…” The response was a little surprising to Eve, and she felt the slightest tinge of guilt in her mind. But she had to push it out…

Evelynn’s own outfit had a few sharp claws, which--with a careful hand-- was enough to cut through Ahri’s top, leaving her in nothing more than the handcuffs, the blindfold, and her leggings. Inside Evelynn’s box of goodies laid a few strands of rope, which were gradually weaved around Ahri’s legs. She was certain to tighten it and secure the knot as best she could, ensuring that the fox couldn’t just wiggle out of her restraints. Picking up the shiny, red, ball, she hesitated for a moment as to whether or not she would gag Ahri with it. But with a small self-reassurance, she lodged it into Ahri’s mouth, pulling the straps tight around her cheeks before securing them underneath the woman’s blonde, silky hair.

The captive lightly struggled in her bonds, letting out a few muffled moans of pleasure while slightly shaking in her binds. There was no real effort to escape, as the trust that Ahri held for her friend was more than enough assurance that she’d be fine. Evelynn gazed down upon the bound woman, distracting herself from other thoughts with the sight of Ahri’s exposed body. She always admired Ahri’s figure--perhaps with a twinge of envy bleeding into that adoration--and her exposed body looked no worse in ropes. Perhaps even better, with how her curves jiggled softly in response to every playful struggle that Ahri made, intended to lure Evelynn into her exposed body. It was a sight that took Evelynn out of reality for a moment, before she remembered what was to come.

Evelynn half-heartedly played with the fox’s body for a few minutes, her fingers unable to truly focus on teasing or toying with the thoughts and nerves flowing through her mind. She somewhat dreaded the three knocks on their door, confusing the bound popstar while the other one let out a quiet sigh. Ahri was suddenly brought into Evelynn’s arms, her struggles perhaps becoming a little more serious when she realized that someone else was in the suite besides just them two. It would certainly be embarrassing for Ahri to be caught in this “get-up” by Kai’Sa or Akali, and it definitely wouldn’t make her normal excuses believable as to why she needed another outfit.

But that was far from the worst-case scenario. She couldn’t see who she was being passed to, but the rougher, larger fingers that grasped her body as Evelynn let go of them really set off the fox’s resistance. She began to spasm against her bonds, pulling against her handcuffs and flinging her bound arms against the figure while shaking her bottom half as best she could against the entrapping ropes. All her efforts amounted to was a tighter embrace by the one holding her, bringing a hand firmly around her arms to secure them in place.  A thousand thoughts spiraled through her head as she attempted to resist: who was this--why were they here--why is Evelynn so compliant in all of this? Did she..?

She felt the figure holding her begin to walk. Ahri swore she heard the whispers of an apology before the door closed behind Evelynn.

*****

It was all far too strange to Akali. She’d peered outside the door that led to Kai’Sa’s usual resting place at this venue, yet not a soul was in sight when she looked outside. Nor did she receive any response to her numerous call-outs of “Kai’Sa!”. It seemed unlikely that the dancer would get this lost, but what else could it be?

Akali began roaming the back halls randomly, searching for any sign of her fellow popstar. Most of the rooms back here were simply for storage, or to hold generators. All the less reason why Kai’Sa would be in one of them, but really… where else could she have gone?

As she exited one of the rooms, she realized that the sound of footsteps was approaching her! Heels, clicking against the tiled floor growing louder step by step. Was it Kai’Sa? At the end of this long, empty hallway was a corner, and with her heart racing, she waited for the figure to reveal themselves…

Unfortunately the figure wasn’t Kai’Sa, but it was a friendly one nevertheless. K/DA’s manager, who they all simply knew as “Jane”, dressed in a business suit and a pair of black heels that’d been responsible for the glimmer of hope that Akali had. She brushed aside her long, black hair as she stared down the hallway to one of her most famous clients, not even hesitating for a moment in her step as she approached Akali.

“Akali? What’re you doing ‘round this place?” She asked, with a customary grin that was partially fuelled by tonight’s success on the stage.

“Ah, uh… you seen Kai’Sa recently? Like, past ten, twenty minutes or so?” The concern was palpable on Akali’s face, which bore nothing but her expression of intense eyes and a subtle frown.

“Uhm… no, why? Doesn’t she usually take a bit of a break around this time?”

“Never this long… I didn’t find her around where she usually hangs out at this venue, either.”

“Well, I’ll keep an eye out. This is unrelated, but while I’ve got you, you mind wearing your mask more often? Even just regularly? Fans seem to love that look for you.”  The rapper simply shrugged, her mind concerned with other things. Jane continued as she pulled out something for Akali.

“I’ve got one here for you… just give wearing it a try, see how it feels. I’ll help you put it on, just give me a sec…”

She walked behind Akali, pulling the mask tight against her face. It was made of a black fabric, with Akali’s patented pattern of it: a fanged set of stylized teeth glowing in white. Only as Jane began to yank the strings did the rapper realize how tight it was on her face, pressing hard against her nose and mouth, almost like a skintight piece of clothing. And all her other masks simply went around her ears… why did this one have to be tied together at the back of her head, underneath the woman’s ponytail?

“Jhhne! iph’s phrtty tphft!” She could hardly get out a competent word in this thing, and even her breathing was pretty strained in this thing. Akali was used to rapping in these things, and this certainly was one where that wouldn’t be possible.

“Relax, it’s a new model, darling. Just breathe deeply… in, and out…”

...w-what? The rapper suddenly stumbled in her step, barely finding the hold of a wall to keep herself upright. She turned towards Jane, who, in Akali’s eyes, looked like a blurred, double sight. Was she not getting enough oxygen? Akali took in a deep breath, but was surprised to smell a slightly… sweet scent?

Her legs faltered beneath themselves, and Akali tumbled to the ground. This mask--w-was it drugged? She could hardly concentrate, and her vision had only grown blurrier and darker by the second. Weakly, her fingers rose up to the mask, scratching, trying to pull it down--anything to remove it! But not only was it too tight-

She couldn’t resist when a set of hands pulled down her own pair from her face, resting them at Akali’s sides. Akali turned towards the figure, who at this distance she could make out to be Jane, kneeling and bringing a single finger to her lips as she softly said “Shh…”

“Sleep tight.” Jane whispered thereafter, and her words were the last thing Akali heard before everything went black.

*****

Ngh… It was an odd sensation for Akali to regain consciousness after being forcefully knocked out. She was “awake”, but her eyes were too tired to open themselves up. There was a sort of constant humming in her ears, though she hadn’t a clue as to what it was, nor did her mind care to think about it. Sensations of… some kind, covered her body, but again, there was no intuition in her mind to investigate them. The only thing she paid any real focus to was breathing, which for some odd reason, was harder than usual...

“...mmphf!” The sound of a soft grunt and a set of struggles thereafter suddenly alerted the rapper’s mind. Someone else was here. And where exactly was “here”?

Memories began to fill her head all at once of what had happened before her black-out. The concert, searching for Kai’Sa, Jane, that mask, and now…

Her eyes shot open. Akali’s first sight was mostly blackness, but as she looked down at herself, she realized the coloring of neon covering her body, providing something to look at other than pure black.. It itself was an obvious indicator that she was still in her stage outfit, and as she began to take shape of the situation, the rest of her senses began to return to her. She was used to the close pressing of her outfit against her body, but there was something else much tighter--and focused in unusual places…

Was this some kind of joke? She looked out at her legs, rested straight ahead, and when she tried to shake them around, Akali realized they were bound by rope. Neon rope, glowing with some type of hue that matched the rest of her outfit. A lime green bound her ankles, light purple along her thighs, and there was one blue one running right alone her crotch which made it so if she struggled too hard-

If she tried to make an escape attempt, it would certainly prove itself to be a tantalizing distraction. But she quickly realized she’d have quite a few other ropes to worry about first, like the pair that bound her arms together behind her back by the wrists and elbows. Akali couldn’t tell what color those ropes were, mostly because of the fact that she was pushed up against some kind of wall..? As her drowsiness wore off, she finally began to put together the pieces that hid where exactly she was. It felt like she was in motion, and that humming that still persisted all indicated that she was in some type of vehicle. Her body and bindings emitted a slight glow to the area around her, and peering deep into that revealed pieces of her band’s merchandise. All sorts of K/DA logos, shirts, as if this was a transport van for their goods that had taken a band member along for the ride.

She was reminded that someone else was with her when a muffled groan, similar sounding to the one that had sparked her consciousness, made its way into Akali’s ears.

“Mmm!” That moan came from someone different than the last two. Were there three of them in this van? Surely there was no more, but Akali had to think logically. She was unfortunately kidnapped herself, but it would be strange to try and snatch up two random ladies alongside a world-famous target. There was no way someone--well, she supposed based on what happened to her, it had to be Jane--was trying to catch all of K/D-

...Kai’Sa was missing for quite some time. With a few people, it would’ve been quite easy to get the isolated dancer, especially if you caught her off-guard. And she herself had been betrayed by Jane and taken out with that damn mask! That left Ahri and Eve back in their private suite. She was certain that one of these voices among her was Kai’Sa, but was the other one Ahri or Evelynn? Or were they both in here, and the other one simply hadn’t spoken up yet?

She tried to call out to the others, but was unsurprisingly met with nothing than an unintelligible “Mmphf!”. Akali recalled the tightness of her mask when Jane had put in on her, and still felt that same pressure upon her face indicating that it’d been left on her all this time. Had the anesthetic that knocked her out simply worn off, or had it been swapped out for a new one? It didn’t particularly matter, but the mask held in some kind of balled-up cloth that suppressed the pitch of her cries to nothing more than whimpers.

Though Akali began to vigorously throw her body at her bonds, part of her knew it was a hopeless endeavor. She had no experience in this type of thing, and the ropes around her wrists were too tight and restraining for her to be able to try and loosen anything else but her wrist restraints. As far as her attempts went against those… well, they didn’t go anywhere. All she really was doing was pitting her strength against the rope’s durability, and hoping that somehow she managed to fray it enough to free herself. The frequency of the moans and murmurs began to quicken once Akali started adding her own to the chorus, her frustrated grunts and screams met by sounds that she couldn’t quite decipher the purpose of herself. Was it Kai’Sa, Ahri, or Evelynn? Were they trying to tell her something about her bonds, encouraging her to keep going… or were they embedded with hopelessness too? They could certainly see her and her neon glow, but the light didn’t spread far enough for Akali to be able to do the same.

She couldn’t even shuffle closer to any of the hidden voices, as her efforts had soon made it clear that the rope around her elbows was tied to some attachment against whatever side of the van her body was pressed up against. If she could just find a knot on something, or could get a decent sight, or if she had her damn kama to just cut through these damn ropes then maybe she could make a bit of progress. But alas…

All she could do was struggle uselessly, until the van halted.

*****

Light peered into the van as the backdoors were opened for the first time since Akali had been thrown in with the other two popstars. It gave the rapper the chance to look around and see that her fellow captives were Kai’Sa and Ahri. They too were bound inescapably, struggling only as hooded men began to pull them out one at a time, not wasting the rare opportunity to steal a feel of their full curves in the process. Akali was the most resistant to this process, kicking her bound legs as best she could against either the man or the van, though neither had any real effect. Though physically she struggled, her mind only rested on the question of where Eve was.

As she was finally, forcefully pulled out of the van, the men untying each of their attachments to the van before dragging them out, she got the first sight of where she and the others had been taken to. A dense forest surrounded the mansion ahead of them, subtly glowing underneath the full moon. Not a single light seemed to be on in the building, and Akali wondered whether it was because no one was home… or because a few would be.

Stepping out in front of the three captives was Jane. The men who held the popstars looked towards her, while her sights rested on the ladies, bound and clothed in varying degrees among one another. A scowl was sent to her by Kai’Sa and Akali, enraged grunts easily escaping their gags as they forcefully pulled against their bonds and holders to try and do something to the person who had clearly arranged all of this.

“I’m sure you’re all very confused, and I suppose I may owe you an explanation after everything. Though, I’m certain it won’t make things better for you.”  She took a long breath, waiting for the two particularly defiant dancers to settle down before continuing. “Picture this. The four members of the beloved K/DA suddenly go missing after an amazing final concert. After weeks of media attention and searching, the only one who is “found” is Evelynn, a little bruised up but free and alive. Public support immediately pours onto her; sympathy for the diva out in full force when she takes to the stage solo to honor her missing artists. She even takes the stage in a dazzling new outfit, gold and white to signal her new, independent beginnings, while still maintaining a few aspects of her old one for some reliable nostalgia. Maybe one day, the missing celebrities are finally found, but not before Evelynn’s become the global sensation.”

A flurry of angered grunts and struggles was reignited within the popstars, and Jane began to walk around the trio, considering a few thoughts in her mind. “Honestly, I think it would be in everyone’s best interest if you simply cooperated. Just think of it as you girls taking a few years off for your friend’s sake, and hey, the reunion show would make a killing, right?”

The following series of grunts from the three members of the rapidly dissolving K/DA were interrupted by a feminine voice not belonging to Jane.

“Maybe you’re not wrong on your predictions, but that doesn’t make any of this right.” The voice turned all heads in the area towards the woods, revealing a figure that was barely perceptible within the shadows. Slowly it crept out, and as more of the surrounding light shone on her, Evelynn appeared in front of all of them.

“What are you doing here? You know you’re supposed to wait-”

Jane was cut off by the recently revealed diva. “I’ve changed my mind. I won’t go through with this. Any of this.”

The former manager of the group was stunned while Eve walked closer, bringing herself mere meters away from the bound members, the confused henchmen, and Jane. Having initially been part of the plan, she knew exactly where the captive idols would be brought to in order to stash them away secretly, and she’d driven to the mansion enough of a distance away to make her stalking unknown. She’d parked her car a few hundred feet away from the mansion, making the last trek on foot to give her the opportunity to listen to what Jane had to say.

“Given that I won’t partake in being your sole idol, you may as well just release them. We can continue being K/DA and pretend this never happened.”

There was a moment of silence from Jane, before she erupted into laughter. “I didn’t think you were so naive, Evelynn. Just look at them. Do you really think they’ll want to work with you again?”

Eve’s stare bounced from one tied lady to the next. Confusion, sadness, anger, betrayal… All of them and more were present in a whirlwind of emotions dominating the idol’s faces as the truth behind their kidnapping finally revealed itself.

“Then… they can go on without me.” Eve somberly whispered.

A sigh came from Jane’s lips. “Fine. Then I guess,” she began, as her gaze shifted towards her men. “We go onto Plan B.”

The men holding the three bound women suddenly pushed their respective captives to the ground, before immediately charging at the only member of K/DA who wasn’t restrained. Caught off guard, Eve raised her arms in an instinctive, defensive position, which only set them up to be grabbed and wrestled with by the men. It wasn’t much of a struggle until she too was forced to the ground, her body pushed against the dirt and pebbles until her front was held immobilized, facing the ground.

“J-Just what do you think you’re doing?!”

Jane stood above the diva who thrashed against the iron hold of the henchmen, running a coil of rope through her fingers before tossing it onto Eve’s glaring face.

“Well, this will be the version of the story where none of the missing idols get found. Instead, they soon find themselves the sensation of the underground, performing very private shows for all who are willing to pay the price. I’ll make real money off of you, not that paltry salary you forced me into accepting. It was one way or the other, dear. Just a shame you had to force this particular hand..”

“Y-You wretched, evil, bitch--g-get off me, you-g-ghMF!” Her flurry of insults and verbal resistance produced an obvious timing to shove one cloth into Eve’s mouth before bringing a knotted one to her lips, imposing the gag on her as it was tied around her head. The rope was expertly wrought around her wrists as well, securing the diva in her helplessness as she began to moan and shake in a manner that was quickly being subdued. Jane provided more rope to weave around the songstress, securing her in a manner that was similar to the rest of K/DA.

As Eve’s bonds were clinched, she watched Jane crawl into the van, pulling out a box hidden underneath the rest of the merchandise that had been carried along with the rest of  the members. She opened it in front of all the members, pulling out an iron collar with a stylized “K/DA” engraved onto it, showing it off to all four before kneeling down in front of the wildly struggling Eve.

“I always felt like your outfits were missing just a little something.” Jane remarked, as she locked the collar around Eve’s neck. She clipped a leather leash to a ring attached to the front of the collar, that piece being hidden within the box as well.

One by one, their manager brought the metal device to each of the popstars’ necks, adding the end of another leather leash to her left hand with every collaring.

With this, though, perhaps she’d promoted herself to “owner” from manager.

Once all four were sufficiently bound, the men helped them back to their feet, now pulling and struggling while also dealing with the slight pressure of their leashes. Jane began to tug more harshly on them, and with their legs encased in rope or tape, it was a struggle in itself to hop along to the constant pull.

Ahri was the first to tumble to the ground, struggling to land her jumps in her constraining heels. Akali at least had something more akin to sneakers, and Kai’Sa was the most balanced of the four… It wasn’t long before Eve joined her on the ground. Frustrated moans escaped the two who descended, while Kai’Sa and Akali used their upright positions to defiantly struggle and pull against their bonds.

“Try not to dirty your outfits…  and well, what’s left of yours, Ahri. We’ve got a show with a very enthusiastic fan who’s excited to meet the rest of you,” Jane explained, shooting a glance towards a glaring Kai’Sa, “and reunite with his favorite.”

“I’ve been thinking of a rebranding as well, girls. Does ‘SLAVE/DA’ sound more appropriate for your current positions?” She continued to tug on even the fallen diva’s leashes, dragging them along as they shifted and crawled to try and keep up the pace. The response to her idea was nothing more than a series of muffled moans, shouts, groans, and cries from the four members of the new group.

“Well, we’ve got plenty of time to brainstorm ideas. As always, there’s only one thing you need to worry about right before a show… performing.”