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

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It wasn’t surprising to Irelia that these slavers had chosen a base in such a remote location. Not only was it outside of any real jurisdiction and far away from normal society, but it was also…

Cold. That was certainly the word Irelia would use to describe it. Frigid, glacial, or polar were also great choices. And choosing this place as a secret hideout made a lot more sense when she realized what it implicated for the slaves these people held. Even if the captives managed to break free of whatever bindings held them in place, evade all of the guards, and somehow escape the facility… then what? Run out into the harsh, never-ending winter, in nothing more than a few smallclothes? Even with all the aid Irelia wore, this wasn’t a pleasant journey for the fighter. She pushed through the heavy snowstorm that blasted down upon her, half-covering her face with an arm as her eyes squinted to the inches ahead of her that she could barely make out. The elements alone would make this an impossible mission, if it wasn't for the specialized suit she was wearing.

The skintight, thin armor that hugged every inch of her body was surprisingly warm. Though it wasn’t made out of an effective insulating material, the energy that flowed along her body warmed Irelia even as she pushed through the weather. It alone made this mission bearable, and with the concern of the environment taken care of, there was only one other thing she really needed to consider.

She… had a pretty good feeling that dedicated slavers wouldn’t go down without a fight. Though Irelia didn’t mind a good battle, especially when it was against those who deserved it.

Her eyes squinted through the snowy weather straight ahead of her, noticing the silhouette of a sizable building just coming into view. The structure seemed like it was a few stories tall… perhaps this was a larger operation than Irelia expected? That didn’t matter though, as she hadn’t walked through this hellscape just to turn around and call for backup. She’d show those slavers the true costs of their crimes.

Irelia hid behind the cover of the building itself once she finally reached it, ducking away from the heavy snowfall that beat down onto her. She circled the building, looking for some kind of back door along the frozen stone exterior. When she finally stumbled across one, she stabbed her blades into the lock. They hovered around her, controlled by the precise movements of her arms and legs, and cutting through was no problem for them. Shutting the door behind herself carefully, the sounds of the storm turned into nothing more than background noise as she treaded deeper into the area. Her heels echoed with each step in the building, the hallways constructed of iron that reverberated her sound… but seemingly nothing else. It was as if this was an abandoned place, no chatter, no footsteps…

She even half-expected to hear the clattering of chains upon her immediate entrance, maybe cries and screams for help from resilient slaves but… nothing? The absence of any sound at all was more unsettling than Irelia could’ve imagined. The hallway she trespassed down split along into different directions, and she peeked over both sides before walking straight across. It was a wild guess that this was the way to travel, however, given she had no information on the building itself.

As Irelia still heard nothing but her own footsteps and the constant thudding of snow against the outside of the building, she began to consider that transportation of their slaves might have already been made. If that were the case, then she’d have to go through the trouble of tracking these bastards down again... She’d rather finish this as soon as possible though, so a part of her hoped that there really was just something strange going on here. Perhaps they were all gathered up at the opposite side of this building for… some reason. An auction? She thought.

Eventually, her exploration got her to some place of notice. A large, open room, with symmetrical segments of each wall carved out to make space for cells. It was multi-storied, and from a glance, the bars and cells themselves seemed more maintained than any other part of this place: the shining chains that Irelia could spot within each one a sharp contrast to the rusty iron of the rest of this place. It seemed that keeping their slaves secure was the one thing they took great care of.

But as she walked closer to the middle of this area, she heard something. Someone. Moans. Distinct but muffled, which likely meant the source of said sounds was gagged. She tried to locate the source of them with her ears, listening intently to get a sense of direction, a task harder than it seemed with each moan echoing repeatedly through the empty area. Perhaps up a story..? She stepped towards the staircase, taking each wobbly step carefully as they banged loudly when she placed her weight and heels on them. The amount of noise she made surely alerted whatever captive still trapped here of Irelia’s approaching presence. Finally reaching the top of this staircase, her eyes scanned the area once more..!

There she was! In a cell on the other side of the room, Irelia laid her sight on a woman, with a thick collar chaining her to her cell. The woman’s gaze shot to Irelia, staring at her with blue eyes and disheveled red and black hair. Perhaps what surprised Irelia the most was her attire: a ripped bikini and shorts, as if she’d just been snatched up straight from a pool and was kept in here without even a change of clothes to her name. Regardless, she was tied on her knees, and her posture immediately straightened as she spotted Irelia, beginning to wildly clatter the shackles that bound her arms behind her back and her legs to the ground, shouting intelligible words into the crimson ball gag that glistened of saliva. The woman’s shivers turned to struggles--enthusiastic ones at that, pulling hard against her chains as their clangs echoed into Irelia’s ears repeatedly.

“BMMHND MMF!” That was what the captive screamed, moments before a sudden force took Irelia from the side. Her attention had been drawn to the moaning captive across the room the second she ascended the stairs, and she had not checked the cell directly next to her. In that one, a very free man took her by surprise. His charging force knocked both of them over the railing of this second floor, sending them both tumbling to the metal floor painfully as Irelia took the brunt of the landing. She grunted as this figure began to wrestle with her, dressed in some kind of heavy armor and even a helmet to conceal and protect his head. Even when disadvantaged, it didn’t take long for Irelia to regain the upper hand, calling upon one of her blades that had scattered and clanged against the floor in the fall to rise up.

It was only a moment and a glance towards it from both of them before it flew through the air, aimed directly towards Irelia’s assailant. The blade itself barely pierced his armor, but the stab was enough for Irelia to finally push the man off with her arms and legs. A few more slices of her blades were enough to keep him down.

Just what was that? A single captor and slave didn’t make any sense for a slavery operation on this scale that the building implied, but she was already certain that none of the other cells were occupied. Irelia began to push herself up back onto her knees, flinching slightly as she felt the soreness along her body from the fall. A damn surprise attack, and what for?

She’d gotten used to the beating of the snow against the building, but what began to enter her ears was something else. It was growing louder. Closer. It echoed from the hallways, not just a particular one but all of them!

Footsteps. She regretted her slight frustration at not hearing any before it was too late as the wheels began to turn in her head. This whole setup was just a trap. The woman was bait, that man was just to buy a little bit more time for-

The reverberating sound of them was overwhelming to her ears now. She hustled to the middle of the room, eyes shifting rapidly to each of the four hallways in cardinal directions.

Multiple men flooded in from every possible exit. An exit from Irelia’s perspective, but for them… certainly an entrance. At least five or six from each hallway, armored and armed exactly like the one Irelia had just taken down. She was entirely surrounded, already a little weakened, and without any sort of backup alarmed or on the way. This wasn’t just a group of amateurs… that much should’ve been clear from the size of the building they operated in.

Dozens must be closely involved in this operation, and the scale to which they must've been successful enough to afford this type of equipment…

It was simultaneously flattering and nerve-wracking that they deemed it necessary to devote this much effort to deal with her.

One of them stepped forward, waving a baton around. Irelia was observant enough to notice the cuffs attached to his waist as well. They intended to use non-lethal force if it was necessary, which they would certainly try to use it. What they would do, however…

She turned back towards the bound slave, looking above to see her still squirming in her bonds. If things went according to their plans, then there was a chance--no, a certainty that she’d end up like that.

That was precisely why she readied herself for battle even as they made their offer.

“The famed Blade Dancer, Irelia, serving herself up on a silver platter. Surrender peacefully and no one will get hurt. No one needs to get hurt for this, right?”

A classic line and Irelia figured they’d rough her up regardless if they had the chance to. She had a feeling slavers didn’t take kindly to people who interfered in their line of work.

“Filthy people… just like Noxians. You deserve to get hurt.”

Her blades rose to the air, weaving around her precisely as they brushed within an inch of her skin and hair. A moment passed, and they were suddenly flung forward, straight into the audacious man as she dashed forward with them.

The fight devolved into total chaos the minute it began. Irelia had decided that throwing herself against one group of the slavers was the best she could do given that she was surrounded. Try to take out as many as she can before raw numbers begin to take their toll on her. That being said, dealing with them was much easier said than done. Not only did their heavy armor require more than a few slices to pierce through and deal actual damage to-

“H--Gah!” It was a cry that Irelia let out as she was bluntly struck in the shoulder, causing her blades to wobble in the air as she struggled to maintain them for a few perilous seconds. Weaving in and out, dodging what she could… It was a good strategy, but against so many men who wildly swung and attacked, there were bound to be a few slip-ups. She had to keep an extra eye out for those who tried to secure a dishonorable end to this battle, sticking out stray cuffs and coils of thick cord that they aimed at the blade dancer’s limbs. Getting something like that locked around her would be disastrous for her chances, and she carefully cut or disarmed those that attempted it.

She was finally beginning to get a few of them down for good, but those were just replaced with more. More weapons to avoid, more tricks to step out of, and more bodies to deal with. And she could tell that her movements were growing slow, that they were succeeding in wearing her down. Irelia wasn’t sure if she’d finish them all off by the time where that became a major problem. Dashing around from the smallest group of men to deal with what she could before dodging again was beginning to force strained breaths out of the dancer each successive time. In the beginning, she could pick off a few cowards who hung around the exits, surely justifying their position as “guards” before throwing herself back into the entire fray, but they were adapting. They stayed huddled together in groups, making it hard for Irelia to slash even one of them without receiving a few return hits, and her armor could only take so much. A quick glance down revealed the cracks, and she could feel a chill of cool air rush through the suit as she took a moment to breathe.

As heavy gasps flowed through her, bones aching and sore from combat, her eyes revealed a glimmer of hope. There weren’t that many left, maybe, just maybe..! And Irelia wasn’t the only one exhausted from this grueling combat. She could see marks along their armor, some with much deeper scratches and wounds. A few helmets were tossed aside so that they could breathe, inadvertently revealing their flushed and exhausted faces. She stepped forward once more, ready to surge forward..!

The sudden grasp along her ankle almost made her trip face-first from her attempted dash. One of the fallen men right beneath her had taken a hold of her ankle and was pinning her in place. She kicked harshly with a rush of adrenaline, his weakened grip easily faltering-

But it was enough to divert her attention while limiting her ability to dodge. She’d noticed the baton thrown towards her seconds late, striking her directly in the stomach and tumbling her to the ground. She saw and heard her blades clatter to the ground blurrily and with ringing ears, the damage done to her previously taking its toll. Irelia collapsed to the ground, her hands stumbling to find their way to the solid floor to push herself up. She faltered once, unable to hold her own weight with her exhausted arms, and as she tried again-

They were taken from underneath her by another grip. Whether he was the one who had thrown the object or not, he fully intended on taking advantage of it, as she heard the jingling of cuffs amidst ringing…

A stroke of luck gave her an opportunity. The icy spiked cuffs along her wrists, acting as a largely decorative part of her suit, found a fortunate use for the dancer. The man's hand happened to dig into it as he absentmindedly readjusted his grip while preparing to put the cuffs on the Ionian. Reflexively he let go-

Irelia’s hand immediately shot for one of her fallen blades, picking it up like a sword before swinging it blindly behind her otherwise pinned body. Whatever she stabbed was enough to get the man off her, and turned the rest of their eased expressions at their shortly-lived victory into a slight panic. She began to crawl backward, slowly working up the strength to push herself upwards as she pointed her blade towards the men…

And then she saw that the batons weren’t pointed towards her. Behind them stood that enslaved woman they’d used as bait, her expression equal parts fury and fear as she thrashed against the encompassing ropes that held her still, and the rope leash that held her close to the one that grasped it. One of them had really taken the time to bring her down?

This threat presented a much harder choice than the one they’d "offered" before. Someone else’s life or surrender complicated things a little. She didn’t know this woman… but still..!

Irelia cursed herself for not expecting another distraction, especially after what got her into this mess. A cloth suddenly came over her face and was pressed strictly against her as his other arm tightly pinned her's to their sides. Another one of the men wasn’t fully finished off? Or was it another coward in wait? Was he trying to suffocate her?

...no, this smell..! Each breath that she took as she wildly struggled and pulled with whatever energy she could muster inhaled a little more of whatever chemicals this cloth was coated in. The questions in her mind began to fade, growing blanker by the second. Every breath made her vision grow more blurry… it dulled all of her senses…

No! She snapped back to reality, swinging the sword that was still in her hand before her grip on it loosened. Once… twice… three times it took directly into the man for him to finally let go and free her from the cloth.

But it had already done its job. Maybe not to the fullest extent, but it was a struggle to even stand. The men from before approached her, and she wildly swung her blade as she did-

Only to realize that they were still 5 feet away from striking distance. Her feet stumbled to retreat, seeking support from a nearby wall as retreat entered her mind as the only possible option.

But how could she like this? A single moment of lost focus was all it took for the blade to slip from her hands when she tried to swing it again, and at the end of her arms arc, she found her grip replaced with a much firmer and more careful grasp on her wrist. It pulled her to the ground without care for the woman herself, and the shock was enough to recover her senses slightly.

That wasn’t nearly enough anymore, though. Avoiding the spikes along her wrists, it was a simple task to pin her arms to her back with how little strength the Ionian could put up in resistance. She still threw everything she could at the slaver, her legs flailing about to kick him away.

But she had more than one of these men to worry about though, and the ensuing pinning of her legs to the ground confirmed that. He brutishly put all of his weight down on them, and with the man dealing with her arms not relenting in the slightest this time, even kneeing her back to keep as much of her down as possible…

What angle of escape still existed? There had to be one, someway she could free herself of them even without the use of her limbs. With her drained energy and the brutal pin they had her under though, she couldn’t even shake around a little-

The clicking of the cuffs around her wrists was what caused reality to set in. The way it constrained her, metallically and inescapably, acting much stricter than just another pair of hands... it was something that she wouldn’t be able to simply wiggle out of or stab. She testingly pulled her hands apart, caught within a few inches of their attempted movement by the short-chain that connected one of the cuffs to each other. These were more than just an ordinary pair, though. Irelia had proven that she’d need something stricter to keep her down for good. Electronic mechanisms within the restraint began to whir, shorting the chain’s length into each of the cuffs until they and her hands were firmly pressed against one another. A symbolic click filled the air around them, indicating that the electronic lock was engaged as well. She had not an inch of leverage to work with, nor a weakness in these restraints to take advantage of...

That was when she truly began to struggle.

“G-Get… off…me!” She struggled to form the words properly, let alone string them together. All the energy she could find went into throwing herself against their weight, a desperate move in the hopes that maybe somehow she’d find a way to free herself. Irelia felt them push down slightly harder on her, surely a punishment as much as it was an instinctive reaction to a resistant captive. The only thing that her efforts earned her was the attention of another one of these men who still stood. He kneeled down in front of the frost fighter’s face, bringing a hand to her chin as he tauntingly forced her to look up.

“Should’ve thought about what was going to happen to you if you tried to get in our way, lass. We’ve got eyes and ears everywhere, resources aplenty… and lots of rope to go around.”

Once again he brought that drugged cloth towards her face, bundling it up slightly before pressing it against her nose and mouth. He pulled out one of those thick cords, flexible but certainly sturdy, and tied it around her head, pinning the cloth to her face. She felt her energy begin to fall again… though the effects of the chloroform were either subsiding, or she was already getting much better at handling it. It still drained Irelia of her energy largely, reducing her fervorous struggles to nothing more than momentary jolts of effort, but left her conscious.

As the men began securing the rest of her, she wondered if this was exactly what they wanted. Their hands were nothing less than invasive as they investigated the woman’s body, pulling her onto her side while running along her like a perverted pat-down. They would pull away a piece of her bronze plated armor--or whatever pieces of the part still remained after the exhausting battle, only for their fingers to crawl against her body closely, the only barrier between them and her skin being the form-fitting bodysuit. Even in her half-conscious state, the suit’s protection wasn’t enough to protect her from feeling their rapacious gropes, one pair of hands immediately beginning to squeeze and rub her chest the second it was separated from its armor. Instinct swarmed into Irelia’s body, and she swung at him with her arms-

Except that they were still entirely restrained by the cuffs. And in her drowsy state with fleeting consciousness, they didn’t even move an inch from their secured position behind her back. Her efforts had only succeeded in reminding her just how helpless she was, a thought that brewed rage within her mind, yet her body would only respond with desires of sleep.

Her eyelids grew heavy for perhaps a second.

SMACK!

Irelia jolted back to full consciousness as she felt the firm force directly onto her bottom. She shouted into the cloth around her mouth, which wasn't particularly effective as a gag allowing her words to come out decently well.

“Y-YU BFFRARDS! E-EF… MMM… mmm…”

The surge of adrenaline that coursed through her body from the spank only caused her to breathe in quicker, heavier breaths. Which only gave Irelia another large dose of the anesthetic to subside her moments after. A minute later, and she was once again teetering on the edge of consciousness.

They were humiliating her utterly… touching and using her as they pleased, laughing among each other as they played with their newest captive. She wasn’t sure if they intended for her to hear those murmurs about her “fine ass” or other curves, but they only fueled her fury further. Despite that, there was nothing she could do with her anger. She couldn't even move an inch!

For now, they seemed to have had their fill of fun. Irelia had been silently pleading for them to stop, but when she realized what the alternative was, it began a little more palatable. Restricting her further… that would only seal her fate, wouldn't it?

And they spared no expense when furthering her bondage. Beginning with her ankles, they brought out more of those sturdy cords, wrapping it around her a few times before tying it off strictly. It was hard to truly gauge the restraint’s effectiveness in her current condition, but the few wiggles she could muster to test their strength only seemed to confirm that they were professionals. They continued with these cords along her legs, tying one above and below her knees, along with lining one up by her thighs.

“Mmm...!” Was the only sound the blade dancer could produce when the man hesitated to tie that restraint, putting it aside for a second to admire the dancer’s thighs. He forced a hand along the insides of them before squeezing roughly while running his other palm and fingers along the outsides teasingly. Threateningly, Irelia corrected herself.

“Such a fine body… you’ll make a good slave, you know? An expensive one too...” A cackle escaped his lips a few seconds later, before licking them and eagerly continuing his assault.

Those words struck her harshly as well. She hadn’t even considered the extent of that yet. Who would she be sold off to? She prayed it was not a group of vengeful Noxians. And if they paid the premium the slaver implied, then they would surely expect a lot out of their new purchase…

Though she pushed those thoughts out of her mind right now, the other pressing matters in front of Irelia were more difficult to ignore. Like the continued groping and spanking which they particularly forced along her bottom, either of which sending sharp unwanted sensations through the blade dancer’s body. Or the fact that they seemed to be taking no chances with securing her. One of them brought out a roll of tape and began wrapping it around her calves and shins, an almost unnecessary yet all the more debilitating addition to her bondage. She half-expected them to continue with her thighs… but was partly dismayed to see that only their hands intruded said area, taking in as many more squeezes and gropes as they wished. And she was still entirely helpless to stop it… these damn restraints… and this cloth..!

She found the strength to wiggle around, struggle however she could once more, only to be met with-

SMACK!

Another intense bolt of pain came over her bottom, and she let out a cry in return. Her quick breaths only returned that familiar drowsiness to her mind. And with it, concerning thoughts began to enter Irelia’s head. She… she had to accept that it was over… she was just making it worse for herself… wasn’t she?

...No, she had to keep resisting. She was Ionian. She was proud.

But pride wasn’t helping her out of this ever-worsening situation. She felt one of them grab her elbows, closing the short distance between them with his fists before pulling out another one of those black cords, wrapping it, and tying it around her elbows to pin them together. Irelia thanked her innate flexibility… but they continued with such strict restraints, tying another one along her forearms and even above her elbows! She could feel that same sticky substance touch her fingers, and she ached to stretch them out, resist the useless balls that the men were planning on forcing her fists into-

No luck--certainly not in her state. She was too weak to even pull her fingers apart, and the wrap of tape around her hands now cemented that. They used more of it to pin her arms to her back, wrapping a full few strands above and below her chest to do so… and she knew entirely well that the slavers weren’t being considerate when they added no such inhibiting material to her breasts. A few efforts yielded, as she expected, nothing, unable to separate her arms from each other, nor her back.

“I think she’s secure enough to do away with this, isn’t she?” For the first time, the men began removing one of her restraints, freeing her from the foul chemicals that weakened her body and mind by removing the cloth tied to her head. She greedily took the few first breaths of real air that she was allowed to, already feeling pieces of her strength return.

But they were entirely right. No matter how refreshed or willing she felt, the restraints did their job. They laughed at her--mocked her as she threw all the brute force she had at these restraints, but they were just too tight… to secure…

“Y-You--Let me out this instant, or I-I--AMMF!”

How could the slavers resist the opportunity presented by a wide-open mouth and a distracted slave? From behind her vision, one of the men had stuffed a packed up cloth into her mouth, forcing it in. The second it touched her lips, Irelia realized just how foul it was.

“Or what?” The slaver taunted, as the rip of a fresh roll of tape echoed throughout the open air. “Wiggle around some more? We know you can’t use those fancy blades of yours without your arms and legs free. Perhaps you’d like to call for help? Well…”

The slaver began wrapping the roll around Irelia’s mouth, taping her lips shut with the cloth trapped inside. Her screams and moans grew quieter by the second, with each wrap that the slaver deemed necessary, not stopping until her sounds were less than a whisper. He threw the half-used roll aside, finally finished with binding their prize. Celebrations seemed to be in order for the remaining men, smiling evilly as they looked upon her, before descending onto her supple body.

“Hmm… I don’t mind this bodysuit of yours anymore, now that you're all tied up and no threat. It just…” He thought for a moment, distracted by Irelia’s chest, and the way his hands felt simply squeezing and pinching her curves. The glare and muffled cries of Irelia was enough to remind him to finish his thought. “It accentuates your body. We’ll put you up on the auction like this, I’m sure. Makes your curves seem a little fuller… and add a little mystery as to what’s beneath it.”

“Don’t you think that it already leaves little to the imagination?” Another one of them asked, enjoying his time spanking and squeezing the maiden’s ass over and over, his words showing true with just how round her curves managed to be in this outfit.

“I suppose so.” The slaver responded with a chuckle. They took their time relishing in their spoils of battle, making sure that they got their fair fill of the bound Ionian.

All good things must come to an end, however. One by one they slowly pulled themselves away from Irelia’s body, the reluctance clear in how they’d linger a hand on her even as they stood up, and the last slaver began to bring the woman up with him as well. He picked her up with ease before throwing the woman over his shoulder, still wriggling and writhing about in resistance.

“I appreciate a feisty slave--” he began, before taking his free hand and giving her one more rough spank on the bottom, “except when it comes to transportation.” He tightened his grip on Irelia before beginning to walk. “One of you prepared the other slave as well. I’ll get this one situated.”

They continued to walk along the hallways, one of the two more resistant than the other, taking seemingly arbitrary turns and twists along the way. But eventually, they reached a much heavier door and-

Cold. That was the first thing that Irelia felt, and it was almost a relief compared to what she’d endured moments ago. Her suit still somewhat protected her, but with bits and pieces of it gone… she wasn’t sure how long she’d last if she was left out in the open.

That thankfully wasn’t the slaver’s plan. She couldn’t see it until they were very close, thanks to being hoisted over his shoulder, but a black vehicle of some kind rested before them. Piltover tech, perhaps? One of the doors to it opened, revealing an uncomfortable sight to Irelia.

There weren’t just more men, but more slaves in here as well. Bound and struggling, their eyes turned to Irelia, falling upon just how strictly tied she was in comparison to them. Unable to communicate in the slightest due to their debilitating gags, they were only left to wonder how each other had fallen upon such a fate. Irelia could’ve saved them… but she failed.

She was pulled into the van by one of the men eagerly, resting her upon his lap like each of the rest of the slaves were. His hands began to descend upon her body, eager to grope and grab the curves that he could in his position.

“Thanks to you, we’re going to have to move to a much safer spot. Don’t worry though… This place is much more isolated.”

Irelia shuddered at the thought of a place being more desolate than in the middle of this wintery hellscape. The slaver took that for struggling and gave her a spank on the side of her bottom which still slightly stuck out while sitting.

She dreaded the trip ahead of her… but not as much as what laid after.