This story contains bondage, damsel-in-distress, and other sexual themes. I recommend you turn away if that does not interest you.
Side-note: I wanted to try a different kind of perspective that I’m not used to writing in (you’ll quickly realize what kind of perspective I’m talking about). Feel free to let me know if you like it/hate it/don’t care. Or anything in between.
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Even in the spiritual lands of Ionia, there still laid a few places for… improper gatherings. If one knew where to look, they could find themselves in one of these hidden corners that would welcome and recognize every carnal desire brought in.
As a soldier of Noxus, the land that holds the right to rule over all others, it’s a bit surprising that your mission brings you here. But if the information is correct, she’ll be here, and if for whatever reason it’s wrong…
Then you’ll simply be having a good night. You’d never admit it to any of your commanders, but that was a significant factor in taking the job.
It’s a bit of a hike from the coast which served as your landing to Ionia, but you follow your map towards the marked area. By the time the moon has risen halfway into the sky, you find yourself at the edge of a forest. A lone figure, holding a lantern in one hand and touching the ground with his other, lurks in the area, his eyes following every one of your steps as you approach. You shift your bag as your heartbeat slightly quickens, a little uneasy that he hasn’t said a word yet. Then, he simply asks:
“What is it that you are looking for?”
It is all he says, not bothering to introduce himself nor question why it is that you roam the lands so late. But it’s enough to let you relax a little, as this is what was supposed to happen. You respond with the memorized phrase, “What lurks beneath the soil”, and he nods, placing his lantern down before bringing both hands to the ground.
You’ve never been adept with magic, given that most of your training revolved around sword and gunplay. But you can tell that he is seeping some of his into the ground, and it begins to vibrate in response, shifting aside-
A quick step back ensures that you don’t immediately fall into the hole. But a staircase is revealed, made of polished stone and a couple dozen or more steps down into the ground. With the man’s lantern, the doorway at the bottom of those is barely visible. He leads you down a few steps, and before resuming to his post, he informs you that all you must do to leave is walk up the steps you can--he’ll take care of the rest.
As you begin to walk down, you hear and feel the ground shifting above you. It’s a little creepy to be trapped in this darkness, but you notice the slits of light around the door that lead you closer to it. Sounds--no, music begins to enter your ears as you near the door, and when you finally push it open…
You’re met with the dominating hue of red throughout the room, while the music blares into your ears and makes it almost impossible to hear anything else. Looking around, you see a bar at the very back of the room, seats and tables populated to nearly the brim, but the most enticing sight is at the front, where a lady swings her body around the iron pole, scantily dressed as well. Every time her legs climb the pole, you can swear that if you look just a little closer you’ll catch a nice glimpse, and it’s a pretty enough sight to rest your eyes on for a moment.
It’s tempting to bring yourself to the front and enjoy the distraction for a while longer, but you remind yourself of the mission and re-focus. You still have time to get a drink though, and lament over it that it’s unfortunate she’s not the one you're kidnapping tonight.
Taking a seat, you begin eyeing the many waitresses in search of two in particular. You spot the first one easily thanks to her long, red hair, bundled up into a ponytail specifically for tonight. It’s odd to see this woman without the attention-grabbing scar on her left eye, a bit of make-up covering the deep scar for the purpose of anonymity. Hell, it’s strange to see her on this mission as well, given that her talent for assassination won’t be needed for a capture objection. Stranger still, is the outfit she wears as a part of her impersonation of a waitress. A minimal amount of silver fur covers her most private areas, though with the right angle you can see her curves popping slightly out of the outfit. Sleeves of white wool run along her forearms and calves, and a set of cat ears and a tail complete the outfit.
She did make it very clear that you were never to mention this to anyone. And you’re well aware of Katarina’s reputation, so you do plan on keeping your mouth shut. You watch her for a few seconds, passing out two drinks to a Noxian who’s also in on this. He recognizes you, shooting you a subtle nod, but only when you realize that the target has crossed into view do you bring your gaze away.
The short, white hair confirms it instantly, but you can’t help but bring your eyes along the rest of her body for “101%” certainty. A dark purple corset hugs her body, generously pushing up and presenting her cleavage to oglers such as yourself. The matching leather stockings around her legs is a sight to see as well, especially given how tightly it clings to every curve along her skin. You begin to see why Katarina needed that cat outfit, as the perky bunny ears make the hidden club’s theme clear, and the fluffy, white tail gives you an excuse to stare at her round bottom.
...After this thorough investigation, you can conclude, without a doubt, that it’s Riven. The warrior who deserted the battlefield, betraying Noxus as she fled into the lands she had been sent to conquer. She had a bit of a reputation as well, and it wasn’t particularly surprising that this was where she had to work to make a living. With how many years that Noxus has waged war on Ionia, it’s no surprise that very few employers would be accepting of her. Of course, Noxus despises traitors, and you’re going to be the one to bring her back to her homeland for justice. Given that she was a soldier, the most important role in the plan was decided to be played by a lower-ranking individual, which you just so happen to be. This was to ensure that she didn't recognize anyone she knew before her betrayal. If you succeed though, then you’re certain your rank won’t be that low for long.
You call Riven over, and you can tell she’s forcing the smile accompanying her stare. She’s probably gotten used to the outfit and the longing gazes of the patrons that come with it, but it’s obvious she doesn’t appreciate either. You ask for a drink… and a dance, as you shoot a glance over to one of the private rooms. A sigh escapes her lips, and she holds out her hand expectantly, making sure you pay in advance before she privately degrades herself. When the pouch falls in her hands, she walks over to the private room, throwing the bag of valuable coins to the bartender before unlocking the room. You follow eagerly, but motion to the bunny to enter first, to which she does. The purpose of it isn’t just to be polite--no, it’s to ensure that the door isn’t locked behind you two. You close it shut, pretending to fiddle with the lock for a moment before immediately sitting down on the single chair centered in the small room. Even though you have a job to do… a little fun first wouldn’t hurt anybody, right?
Riven turns her back to you, and you swear you hear a sigh before she begins to shake her hips. Her ass jiggles daintily from side to side, and it’s impossible to pry your eyes from the sight. Slowly, she begins to bend over, sticking her bottom out, even more, empathizing just how snug of a fit the leggings are on her body. She scooches closer and closer to you, arching just a little more until she’s only a couple feet away from your face. Then, she suddenly stands up straight, and walks a slow circle around your chair, one hand on her outer hip while the other twirls her mini-tie. When she completes the full rotation, she faces you, and suddenly walks forward. She puts her legs on either side of the chair before bringing her body down, straddling you as she rests on your lap. You can see the slight flush on her cheeks form but your attention is quickly drawn away from that as her hands' cup the bottom of her breasts, pushing them up and showing them off to you. She begins sliding along your lap, closer and closer-
The door suddenly opens, and Riven turns her entire body around in surprise, bringing herself entirely onto you.. You see a man--that Noxian who’s a part of this plan--enter, and Riven suddenly shouts:
“Hey! This is very obviously taken, dumbass!”
Katarina slithers into the room before closing the door shut behind her, and that’s when you remember what exactly the plan is. Taking advantage of the bunny’s distraction, you wrap both your arms around Riven’s midriff, and thanks to where her arms just were, you’re able to get a surprise pin on both of them. She immediately begins struggling, pulling, and throwing her entire body strength against your grasp. For the past few minutes, you’ve forgotten that she’s a former soldier of Noxus, not just some helpless damsel in a bunny suit, and one of her arms frees itself from your clutches because of that. Thankfully, there are two other people to aid in subduing her, and Katarina quickly grabs the free arm, while the man puts his hand to Riven’s mouth just as she opens it. Her scream doesn’t last for long enough, nor is it a high enough pitch to overcome the blaring music in the main area for the bunny to be heard, and the Noxian’s hand is enough of a gag for now. His other hand helps hold down Riven’s other arm, the one you’re currently struggling against, and a few sudden kicks from her pointed heels almost loosen your grip entirely as you have to hold in a shout of your own. You begin flailing your legs about as well, until you can manage to wrap around them and awkwardly hold them in a struggle for freedom as well.
Of course, no one is going to get anywhere if you do nothing but hold these exact positions. With a hand of your own now free, you reach towards your bag rested just by the side of the chair, and pull out a strand of rope. Bit by bit, Katarina and the man begin to force Riven’s arms behind her back, pinning them together in the space between your front and her behind, a cue for you to begin tying her up. It’s a little awkward with so many sets of hands in the mix, but once you're in position, you’re able to focus entirely on pinning her wrists together with the coil of rope. It’s one of the areas of this operation you’re most skilled at, and soon enough, everyone can release their grip from Riven’s wrists as you clinch the knot. Even her strength alone isn’t enough to simply break through the rope, and a flurry of frustrated grunts follow, which is a pretty clear reminder of what you should deal with next.
Katarina asks to do the honors, and you’re certainly not going to deny her. Riven immediately shuts her mouth once she realizes what’s coming, refusing to even budge her lips even after the man’s hand releases from. Katarina grabs a cloth from your bag and balls it up, teasingly holding it in front of Riven’s mouth as she continues to not open even a little. The sinister cat chuckles at this futile resistance, and simply pinches Riven’s nose, shutting off the only other way she could get oxygen. The bunny girl begins to shake her head back and forth, trying to somehow loosen the grip, but her efforts only tire herself out, increasing her need for oxygen. Her struggles begin to wane, and finally-
“A-MMPHF!” Your other ally immediately responds with a roll of tape, and he places a piece upon Riven’s mouth to keep the muffling cloth in place. There’s only one more necessity that needs to be bound, and that’s her legs that continue to flail about unbound, only barely held back by your pair. She’s still trying desperately to escape you, kicking and shaking them as hard as she can. You teasingly ask her why she is trying so hard to escape, as you rather enjoy the feeling of a bunny girl on your lap. She only responds with a scream that’s suppressed by her recently added gag. Both Katarina and the other Noxian kneel by her legs, taking hold of them and allowing you to loosen your grip on them, and only focus on holding Riven in your arms’ grasp, clasping her tightly by her midriff. The rope is tied around her ankles, subduing her wild struggles significantly.
With that, the most important areas are sufficiently restrained. Katarina stands up and mentions how she’s going to go get the “distraction” ready. She signals to the other ally to follow her, then turns to you.
“Whatever you end up doing… just make sure she doesn’t get free.”
You nod, and watch as the Noxian and Katarina sneak out of the door, opening it no more than they need to exit. You pull yourself up for a moment, setting Riven down on the chair alone as you close the door behind the two, this time locking the door.
When you turn around, Riven’s already pulled herself up from the chair, hopping around like the bound bunny she is. There’s little she can do though, and it’s easy enough to bring the both of you back to your original positions: you sitting on the chair while she squirms on your lap. Your hands begin to trail up Riven’s sides, and her struggles hasten a little bit. Grazing your fingers along the bottom of her breasts, they slowly creep up until your palm rests dead center on them, and you give both of them a rough squeeze. A sound escapes her gag, and you don’t relent in the slightest, continuously groping and admiring them with your fingertips. You whisper about how soft they are, how good it feels, anything to tease and taunt her, and as you take another long, rough squeeze-
...Was that a moan that escaped her mouth? You stop for a second, before testing it with another squeeze. A cry of pleasure definitely just came out of her lips again. There’s a deep flush on Riven’s cheeks as her head turns over her shoulder to look you deep in the eyes, almost as if to admit that this was a secret desire of hers. Her gaze turns to something of a beg, almost as if she’s pleading you to continue onwards. She’s not even struggling or resisting anymore! Of course you accept, more excitedly groping her than ever more, almost unable to believe that she’s actually-
No, wait!
Your gaze turns downward towards her wrists just as you see the rope coming loose. Her fingers have been working at it all this time, and she just needed to ensure that you were distracted for a moment longer, and it almost worked. You quickly shift your fingers from her breasts to her wrists, just barely catching the loose ends of the rope and retightening it. Her frustration shows itself in another series of useless grunts and struggles, having freedom dangled so close in front of her only for it to be ripped away by a luckily-timed realization. Of course, this makes you realize that she’s far too dangerous of a captive to be kept in such simple restraints, and it’s your duty to fix that.
You grab another rope from your back, tying this one around her elbows to further secure her arms. It’s a decent insurance if she unties her wrist restraints, as it would prevent her from doing too much with her arms. It’s only insurance though, and you don’t want that scare again. That’s why you pull out the roll of tape right after, intending on ensuring that her fingers can’t wiggle around like that again. One of your hands forces her fingers into a ball, while you ready the end of the tape roll before using the other hand to roll it many times around her hands. Its sticky embrace renders them into nothing more than useless ball-fists, making sure that Riven doesn’t even have a chance to loosen a restraint.
Though, you’re not quite done with the tape or Riven yet. With the single, small strip of tape placed over Riven’s lips, you realize that she could be pushing it off with her tongue, little by little. The remedy is quite simple though, and you teach it to Riven through the best way possible: a live demonstration. You start the roll of tape at her lips, then simply drag it all the way around her head until you’ve gone entirely around it. A few more times for good measure, and her gag’s not only much more secure, but slightly more effective. She tests it out for you, and her groans and muffled screams are more satisfying than ever. Alas, there’s still a little bit more work for you to do…
You pull her and yourself off the chair before setting Riven to the ground on her stomach, where she struggles and rolls around for a bit, Eventually you grow tired of the little spectacle, resting yourself on her body to subdue her wiggling while you bring a few strands of rope to her legs. You tie her knees together, not giving the woman any slack on its tightness as a punishment for her continued resistance and manipulation. Of course, that’s not your only planned punishment for her behavior, but that comes a little later. Before you begin tying a rope around her thighs to fully secure her legs, you can’t help but let your fingers linger around the area, running up and down as you take copious feels of her body. Her excellent physique reveals itself through her full thighs, and up close her bottom is as round as ever. You only stop when her struggles begin to heighten, but that’s only because you figure she’ll wish you’d continued after you reveal what you have planned next.
The bunny’s surprisingly light when you pick her up, making you wonder where that significant strength comes from. You sit back down on the chair, holding Riven in your arms as you begin to speak. Of course, you’re not wasting a second with her body, running and teasing her with your hands as well. You remind her of how hard she kicked in resistance to her capture, off-handedly mentioning that your shins are still a little sore. Then you bring up her constant, continued resistance, emphasizing the part where she almost tricked you. All you ask her, is that does she think the bunny deserves a little punishment?
Even if she wasn’t gagged, her answer wouldn’t matter. Turning Riven over so that her front rests on her lap, you look directly at the curves that are left well open in this position. You run a hand over her bottom, massaging it for a moment as grunts of fury and angered struggles, that are mostly absorbed by the ropes, escape her. The grazing of your hand turns into a groping, your fingers digging deep into her leather leggings as you squeeze. You pace continues to quicken, until you raise your hand into the air and-
SMACK!
She’s caught off-guard by the hit upon her bottom, and a cry of pain easily breaks through the gag. Both the hit and Riven’s response produced a delightful sound, and it encourages you to go for just a little more.
“MMM--MMPH---MMPHF!” She lets out, in response to your trio of following spanks. Riven struggles as hard as she can on your lap, but the position is awkward, and you can tell by the couple beads of sweat dripping down her forehead that she’s beginning to tire. You wonder if she’s gotten enough--the answer immediately forming to no in your head, but there are a few other things you figure you need to do first.
You turn Riven around to her front once more, and your hands move from her ass to her breasts. A quick reminder of how she rudely interrupted your time with these is enough to bring her struggles back, and you return to squeezing them once again. This time, you can see how they squish with every touch, and you begin to play with them more, pushing them together, apart, pressing harder… You even begin to sneak a few fingers underneath her corset-
A series of knocks on the door alarms you and Riven. You realize that the music’s gone quiet, and you thank your lucky stars that you weren’t spanking Riven at the time.
Wait… were you?
The person on the other side of the door begins to speak. You recognize it as the Noxian ally who’s helped you, telling you that it’s time to go. You ask if it’s safe to come out, and after a sudden series of cheers from other patrons, he assures you that, yes, it is.
You unlock the door and peek out of it, realizing that the main room is almost entirely black. The only lighting in the room is a pair of spotlights, shone directly onto the stage, specifically on the dancer who’s working her body on the pole. It takes a double-take for you to remember those cat-like garments, the small cat ears on the top of her head, and the red hair-
Katarina’s drawn the attention of everyone to the front stage. She swings around the pole with seemingly no effort, as if her own body weighs nothing. One of her legs extends out into the crowd, encouraging everyone to bring their attention to her, and her most private area.
It takes the Noxian’s badgering to snap you out of Katarina’s entrancing dance. You turn around and throw Riven over your shoulder, and as you bring her out into the darkness you run towards the exit. Thankfully the private rooms are all positioned at the back of the establishment as well, allowing you to avoid any unwanted gazes from someone who might think it’s suspicious you’re kidnapping a waitress. Her screams are muffled enough on their own for them to be crowded out by the continuous cheering of the patrons surrounding Katarina’s stage. The Noxian opens the door for you, and you rush inside taking a few steps upward before he slams it behind you two.
The loud noise created by the slam is Katarina’s signal that the extraction is complete. Her hands come down from the pole, tracing along her body to behind her back. In a swift motion, she throws a pair of daggers out just as she pulls them from underneath her garment, aiming straight at the two spotlights on her. They shatter the pair of lights, enveloping the entire room into complete darkness. The crowd devolves into a sudden panic, confused and disoriented while Katarina leaps over them in a show of athleticism. She’s found her way to the door before anyone even gets a chance to realize what you’ve done tonight.
The three of you begin climbing up the steps, waiting for the man above to part the earth for you. You reach as far as you can go, and after a few nerve-wracking moments of nothing happening, the earth finally begins to part away, opening up your exit.
As you walk out, clasping Riven tightly, you realize that the bouncer might not take kindly to you kidnapping one of the waitresses. His eyes connect with Riven’s, desperate pair, and you consider charging him just as you step out onto solid soil-
Katarina holds you back, assuring you that she’ll take care of it. She instructs you and the other Noxian to carry Riven back to the ship. Running with the bunny over your back, you barely make it fifty feet before his screams echo throughout the plains. You wonder what took her so long.
She eventually catches up, and the three of you share a silent walk back, while Riven moans and grunts furiously, still struggling seriously in your grasp. You insist that you’ll be fine the whole walk back carrying her, and even though that’s a lie, you wouldn’t be able to sneak a few gropes along the way otherwise.
When you finally arrive at the coast, a glance at the sky informs you that you’ve still got a few hours to spare before sunrise. More than enough time to get far away from Ionian lands and out onto the open waters, where there should be little chance of getting caught or chased down.
You board the ship, certainly tired after today’s endeavors, but the feeling of success is like no other.
...Though when you’ve got Riven right here, that’s an obvious lie. Your hand runs up and down her body as you ask Katarina where she’ll be kept. She thinks for a moment, then simply shrugs. A thought bubbles in your mind, and there’s no real reason to think it over. You ask if there would be any problem with keeping her in your quarters. Katarina laughs before responding.
“As long as she’s alive and secured… do whatever you want with her.”