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The efficiency as to which the Noxians prepared for war was almost frightening to Akali. To her specifically, she scoffed at the thought of losing to this many men, regardless of the abundance of weapons they brought with them, but the way they operated was far more efficient than Ionia’s attempts at mobilizing. Communication between the different sects and places in the land was slow; Akali reckoned that some parts of her country were only learning about the imminent invasion now.

That was exactly why she had to do what a ninja did best: sabotage. She stalked the outermost regions of the camp, blending into the night’s shade among the plentiful trees and bushes of Ionia’s vast plantlife. The initial forces had occupied a coastal town of Ionia, and tents and other settlements had begun to populate the surrounding area to support the ever-growing force that arrived on the island. Noxian warships landed on their soil with each passing hour, and Akali knew that the longer she waited to act, the worse-off everyone else would be.

The midnight sky was all Akali needed to begin her own invasion. Lights had begun to dim from within the tents, and she was more than confident in her ability to dart between each one stealthily and quickly. Her footsteps were as light as feathers as she weaved in between each structure, pathway, and the few guards that patrolled the area throughout the night. Her one advantage in this situation was that they wouldn’t be expecting her or any enemy to be infiltrating them. It had only been a few days since Noxus officially landed, and it seemed unreasonable that the sparse and misplaced forces of Ionia could react so quickly-

Which was exactly why Akali worked on her own. When she realized that such an invasion was imminent, she was prepared and immediately able to act on her own. No politics, discussions, or any other waste of time that slowed the doing of necessary action.

She continued moving towards the center of the camp, inferring that anyone who was fairly important would be located around that area. Her information on this place wasn’t solid at all: frankly, it was just what she could scrape out of her own sightings along the edges of the settlement. But really, every mission was the same for the assassin. Infiltrate their headquarters, kill the important person, and get out. The fact that finding someone important to kill was the hardest part of this mission was something that Akali was perfectly fine with.

Soon enough, she’d already made it into the occupied area of their settlement. The Noxians had taken over the buildings that belonged to Ionia, ripping the previous residents from their homes and taking any resources within for their own use. For more of their wars. For more of Ionia. Akali truly hated them.

The town hall seemed almost too obvious of a place for military commanders and other leaders to be stationed. And yet the abundance of war-banners that the Noxians had gone through the trouble of hanging up along the front and sides of the building drew the ninja’s attention. Guards were stationed around the perimeter of it as well… but guards were no problem at all for Akali.

The most important part was silencing them. Their fighting ability paled in comparison to Akali’s, but a single screech of their voices would certainly be more than enough to jeopardize this mission. She snuck past them when she could, but some were simply too dedicated to guarding to be able to simply crouch past. Given that she didn’t go through too much effort to hide their bodies, besides dragging them to a more obscure place for a few feet, the impending timer of someone discovering a corpse--and thereby, an infiltrator, weighed on Akali’s conscious as well. She’d have to do this one quicker than usual.

Along the wide halls of the building, she finally across a room with the door wide open and a small light glowing from inside. Peering inside, she saw a figure hunched over a desk, likely reviewing some battle plans for the imminent future. The figure’s gold crown poked out atop her purple cloak and hair, the former of which was trimmed with gold as well. Her attire itself screamed status of some kind to the assassin.

Either way, this single kill would be enough. The death of someone important to the invasion in one way or another would certainly halt it for a little while, let alone the time they’d waste looking for a ninja that’s already long gone. Not to mention the addition of stress onto each and every one of their minds, stemming from the fear of an assassin coming for them next.

Akali’s knife and kunai were already in her hands as she approached. Not a single sound was made from every careful footstep that brought her closer to the figure. Her pace picked up slightly as the distance between them grew shorter, and without even the slightest indication that the attack was coming-

Both of the weapons dug into her, as per usual for the assassin.

What wasn’t usual was for her targets to disappear. Where there should be blood there was smoke, as the woman’s body dematerialized entirely. It had to be magic of some kind, Akali reckoned, as she quickly stepped back and brushed the smoke out of her face. She must’ve teleported away instantly, but her blades should bear some sort of mark, some proof that they hit, and yet they didn’t even though Akali felt that they did! If it wasn’t teleportation then-

The realization hit her as bright, yellow chains connected with her body. They hit her with enough force to push Akali back slightly, and the constant stream of them that ran along her body kept up such pressure. Her arms wiggled around for her smoke bomb or even just an opening in the growing bindings that she could wrench an arm out of, but she was unsuccessful in either of those endeavors. Her arms were forced behind her back, pushed together as the length of the cold chains wrapped around her wrists and tightened strictly.

Her eyes turned up, all the smoke in the room now entirely clear. The woman who Akali thought she successfully attacked smirked, pushing her staff forward as more chains escaped from its magic. Akali twisted her body in resistance, throwing her weight against the chains as her body flailed from side to side. Her efforts at escape only succeeded in making the woman’s smile grow a shade more devious as Akali’s efforts proved entirely futile. They quickly slithered down her legs thereafter, forcing them together in a single useless support for the rest of her body.

The support that Akali could not maintain when the woman suddenly appeared beside her and pushed her down towards the ground with her staff. She grunted as she landed on her stomach, still wiggling around while the chains relentlessly tightened and secured themselves around her, neither side willing to give up until the ninja was either free or entirely subdued.

A heeled shoe pressed down firmly against her back, causing the ninja to groan once more.

With a cackle, the witch strut towards the front of the bound ninja in her room, kneeling down at the Ionian whose eyes averted her own. She reached down with her open hand, the other one still holding her staff which seemed finally finished with chaining up the would-be assassin, grabbing her chin firmly and forcing Akali’s eyes to meet her own.

“My, oh my. A little ninja sneaks into my domain, and tries to do something so horrible to poor old me..? Imagine what would’ve happened if I wasn’t prepared for such an attack.”

Akali was speechless for a moment, two successive blinks her only response initially. How had this woman been prepared for this… who was she? But the ninja did have words for the other part of the mage’s speech.

“This… this is Ionia, and it's not yours to take!” Akali spat out from underneath her mask. Her body still shook furiously against the restraints cast upon her, but time did not loosen her bondage in the slightest. If anything, she could feel them constantly adjusting, shifting, fitting closer to her form as they wrapped tighter around her chest and the harness grew more secure. A single link between the chains around her arms and those along her back made it impossible to even throw her arms around, as useless as that’d be.

“At this moment, you are correct, dear Akali. But in a few months… or maybe even weeks, at this rate, your words will be far from the truth. Noxus will take this country, and everything that it has to offer.”

The end of her staff suddenly swung downwards, connecting directly onto Akali’s bottom with a swift smack. The sound of the impact echoed throughout the room as Akali stifled a grunt, not wanting her captor to know that the rough punishment had affected her in the slightest. But the woman noticed the slight recoiling in the ninja’s eyes, her mask not obstructive enough to hide such visual cues. A smirk grew upon the Noxian’s face as Akali helplessly continued to struggle, the chains wrapping around her entire body holding true.

“Fear not,” the woman continued, “as you will have a role under your new masters. And I, LeBlanc, shall personally train you for it.”

Akali saw the woman raise her staff into the air and prepared herself for another spanking. Instead, another chain escaped from its tip, this one colored purple, and coiled around her neck, a firm but not suffocating tightness pressing against her. The end of the chain began to float in the air on its own, acting as a leash that began to drag and tug Akali’s bound body towards the middle of the room. Once there, Leblanc lifted the ninja up, who still wiggled and struggled against her bonds as the leash did as well, the chain floating up towards the ceiling before anchoring itself to it. The chain thankfully carried enough slack to not suffocate Akali, as her feet were planted firmly on the solid ground beneath her, but if she tried to hobble away from her place in the room, then the grip around her neck would only tighten, a constant reminder of her captivity.

“I’d hoped you’d be more talkative, ninja. I enjoy hearing people beg for mercy.” LeBlanc’s fingers came to her captive’s mask, pulling it down to leave her lips entirely free.

“I don’t have any words for the likes of you.” She coldly replied. Again, the mage simply smirked in response.

“Then I suppose you don’t need the option of speaking.” LeBlanc showed Akali an empty hand, before closing it into a fist. When she opened it up, a blue cloth had suddenly appeared in it. The magic trick was put to quick use as LeBlanc shoved the cloth into Akali’s mouth, eliciting a sudden, muffled grunt as the surprising size of the fabric filled her mouth almost entirely. The other hand forced a green, rubber ball in between the ninja’s teeth, and LeBlanc pulled the attached leather straps around Akali’s head, walking behind the bound ninja to lock them securely.

“There we go… now we can finally get to the main course. Want to see another magic trick?” LeBlanc whispered as she pulled Akali’s mask back up to hide her gag. Akali merely muffled, to which LeBlanc simply took as a yes to more magic.

The mage disappeared in a puff of smoke for two seconds, before reappearing in front of Akali exactly the same as she was. Then, Akali heard the door to the room close and lock behind them, as a set of heels clicked closer to them. The unknown figure stepped into Akali’s sight…

She’d suspected it when her attack failed. A clone. The two women looked identical: face, dress, hair, everything. LeBlanc’s clone had simply been sitting there, hunched over war documents as bait while the real one watched from somewhere else… as if she expected there to be an attack on her. Was Noxus really that far ahead of them in this war?

The reason that LeBlanc brought her clone out now, however, was not nearly as complicated. It walked behind Akali while the real one inched closer to her face, cupping Akali’s cheek with her hand before planting a sudden kiss on the ninja’s masked, gagged lips. Her hands snuck down towards Akali’s chest, groping Akali’s chest as she shook in response to the intimacy, clattering the magic chains along her body against each other in response. Fingers began to pull against her top as the mage finally released her lips.

“A bit of pleasure…” She whispered, rubbing her fingers gently against the tips of Akali’s breasts. Soft, involuntary moans began to come out of the captive ninja, which were thankfully absorbed by her strict gag. The clone on her backside planted kisses along the small of her back, hands rubbing along Akali’s body as they felt their way down to her round bottom.

“And a bit of pain.” The clone whispered, surprising Akali just as its hand spanked her in place of the squeeze she’d been expecting. This time the sound that escaped her mouth was audible, a sudden grunt of pain. She was helpless to resist either advance upon her body, chained up as she was, and the only soft struggles that she could afford to make seemed to only succeed in entertaining her captor.

“However much you choose to submit determines just how much you’ll get of each. That’s how Noxus trains its slaves, and by the end of it all, you’ll make a fine toy and trophy for our glorious country.”

Those were the last words that LeBlanc had to say to Akali for the rest of the night. Both LeBlanc’s were busy with planting them along her body, while their hands partook in squeezes, spanks, pinches, and everything else that they wished to do with the ninja’s helpless body. A mixture of muffled groans and moans softly echoed throughout the room as the chains of the captured ninja tightened further.

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Ahri wasn’t used to being the one hunted. She’d normally draw a cloak over her head, use a bit of magic to hide her fox-like features before going into a town to pick out some cute, unlucky soul to be her prey for the night.

This type of hunt was quite different from what she preferred. Running through the forest to escape pursuing invaders was not particularly fun nor satisfying for the vastayan lady. She darted past the trees in a blur, trying to hide behind whatever natural cover the plants could provide her while taking turns to lose them.

She wasn’t quite sure as to what prompted such forwardness from these men, but she wasn’t particularly interested in it. The glimpses of them that she got before running became a necessity indicated that they were not Ionian. A country of magic and spirituality had no need for the mechanical weapons and armor that those people bore. Had Noxus finally made their return to this land?

That was a question the fox could figure out after she’d lost them. For whatever reason, they seemed intent on not losing her, though. As nimble as Ahri was, there were an awful lot of them spread out across the forest, and they seemed to be communicating with one another somehow. She hadn’t been trying to escape to any one place, in particular, concerned with getting them off her tails in the first place. But the frequency in which she’d see a Noxian a dozen meters away and have to change course was occurring more frequently with each passing minute. As if they were all closing in on her.

Not to mention that she couldn’t run forever. It’d be hard for anyone to rush across uneven terrain given enough time, and Ahri was running out of both steam and time.

She came to a clearing in the woods and used the opportunity to look around in all directions. No one was nearby and seemed to have any sight on her, but if she stayed in the open without any sort of cover, that’d change quickly. Ahri picked a direction at random and began running that way. She kept her eyes up, intently looking for any more men, or even better, someplace she could hideout for a while. A cave would do her wonders here, or even just-

It was when she lost her footwork beneath her that she realized not checking what was below her every now and then was a crucial mistake. The large net beneath her feet sprung up as she triggered the trap, catching all of the fox in it as it pulled her a few feet in the air. Shocked, she instinctively began struggling and pulling against it as the ropes pinned her tightly within the net.

This definitely wasn’t good. Whether it was an unlucky coincidence to trigger this hunter’s trap now, or it was one the Noxians set in preparation for her, being as helpless as a wild animal would not bode well for her chances if the Noxians found her like this. She held back her instinctive physical struggles and took a few deep breaths instead. It was difficult to reorient herself like this, so Ahri would have to deal with the more tricky task of focusing her magic while upside-down.

She held both her hands out in front of her, calling upon the magic in the air to aid her. Slowly, a blue sphere of pure energy began to form in her hands, and she squeezed out every second that she could to make sure that it was powerful enough..!

Ahri released it all at once, shooting it forward and breaking the net open. She tumbled out of it, falling towards the ground with a heavy thud. Groaning, she slowly pushed herself up, mildly annoyed that she’d dirtied her red and white dress in the filth and dirt beneath her.

And I just got it cleaned… She thought to herself, for only a moment. Checking around her surroundings once more revealed that she had far more important matters to deal with.

Noxians surrounded her from every direction. They’d finally converged on her, and she couldn’t come up with an escape route that didn’t have a lot of risk of failing the second she bolted. She took note of their equipment: bolas, ropes, and weapons that would hurt but weren’t lethal. If they were intent on capturing her, then…

She could work with that.

“Put your hands up if you don’t want to get hurt, half-human!” One of the men shouted to her. She held her tongue at the directed insult and obliged.

“Gosh, so many men for a fox like me..? Do I look like a girl who needs this level of precaution to be dealt with?” She giggled softly as she forced out her most seductive voice. “Though, you would need this many to satisfy me… is that your plan?”

Her magic was subtle enough to not be noticed by any of the men. A soft, pink haze filled the air around her, drawing them closer as they smelt the sweet aroma her magic produced and their other senses dulled. If it was working normally, then Ahri’s voice would trounce out any other sounds and the lush plant-life should look grey in comparison to how colorful and pronounced she was.

Charming her pursuers wasn’t her best plan, but it was the only one she thought had a chance of working now. Yes, they’d be more enthusiastic when it came to her, but they’d also be calmer. More… careless.

They all closed in on her, which was an important part of Ahri’s plan. Surrounded from a distance, and any attempt to run would be easily trounced as they held the perimeter around her. Of course, if she could just break free of this one big clump of men that was forming around her… then she’d be home-free.

Their weapons were pointed straight at her, but Ahri could tell just from looking at them that most of them had lost the nerve to shoot. A quick wink to one of them while she licked her lips almost caused him to lower his weapon entirely. Who’d shoot a helpless, beautiful girl who’s already submitting to you like an obedient little fox?

One of them approached her, hands slightly shaking as he held a coil of rope in his hands.

“P-Put your hands behind your back, fox! This isn’t a game! No playing around!” He demanded, and Ahri obeyed. She put on a pouty face for a moment, speaking as he approached.

“Bindings? I’m not particularly resistive, am I? Though if you must… just make it tight, Sir.”

She gave him a smile, feigning embarrassment with a blush before turning her eyes towards the ground. While the others murmured among themselves, bewildered at Ahri’s implications, the man began tightening the bonds around her wrists, obliging her request for a particularly tight knot with ease. She pulled her hands against the rope testingly, realizing that this wasn’t a restraint she’d just be able to wiggle out of. Not fairly, at least.

She looked around and the men once more, confirming what she’d expected to happen. They’d holstered their weapons, attention focused solely on her… and her body. Ahri was used to lecherous stares along her round form, and she was even more used to taking advantage of such gazes. This was simply… another one of those instances.

They didn’t flinch as she took two steps back, drawing the men to stare at her front, jiggling softly as she subtly swayed side to side. No one was behind her, exactly as she wanted it. Even the man who’d started binding her seemed satisfied with leaving her restraints at one rope around the wrists.

With no one behind her, Ahri’s escape path was much clearer than before. And as an added bonus, no one could see the small blue fire that’d formed in her hands, quickly fraying the otherwise strict rope that bound her.

“So, who wants to go first?” She asked, buying just a few more seconds for the rope to unravel entirely. A few of them stepped forward, looking towards one another with silent glares telling the other to stand down.

“Hmm… I guess I’ll pick from you handsome men, then. How about… none of you?” Ahri whispered, with one final wink.

She pulled her hands apart as hard as she could, breaking the weakened bond entirely. Ahri turned around and immediately began to sprint, and it took the men a few seconds to break from their lust-induced spell and realize they’d been duped. They gave chase, but Ahri was reinvigorated and a fast spirit at that.

Now, she didn’t have to worry about running into anybody, only away. It was much easier to deal with ten men chasing her from the same direction rather than worrying about them getting her from multiple angles. She just hoped that was most, if not all of the men that were hunting her. All she had to do now was lose the horde of angry, edged Noxians who were furiously chasing her down. That should be a piece of ca-

Thwack! Ahri’s footing came loose, unable to believe her luck as she was pulled up by rope once again. How many net traps had they set in this place?! The woman cursed herself for getting caught up in the thrill of her success that she didn't learn at all from her previous mistake.

She was tangled in the webbing of the mesh as she tried desperately to claw herself free. This was much worse than before. Not only were a heated group of Noxians rapidly approaching her struggling, suspended form, but she’d used most of her mana to get herself out of her previous two predicaments. She certainly didn’t have enough to cast another orb to break herself out of here, and right now, her sharpened nails were not doing the trick. Soon enough, she was simply trying to pull the net apart with her fingers as the men gathered around the trapped fox above them.

Ahri watched helplessly as they cut away at the pulley which held her up, and her netted body dropped to the ground with a thump. She looked up at the angered, Noxian men surrounding her trapped form, and she had a feeling that they weren’t going to break formation so easily this time.

“Eheh… you know you really don’t need this many people for me, right?” She said with an awkward giggle, not drawing any kind of reaction from the men who glared down at her.

They cut away at the net with ease, hands immediately grappling her limbs and clutching them tightly. She wasn’t even close to being built as strongly as these men, and her feeble tugs and pulls to free herself yielded absolutely no results. The others were already preparing bindings for her, and when Ahri looked at how many people that was amidst her struggling…

Well, she had a feeling that they weren’t going to let her off with just a wrist rope.

She was pulled out of the net entirely before being roughly pushed to the ground. They wasted no time in wrenching her arms together, pulling back her red and white patterned sleeves before returning her wrists to their intended state.

Ahri looked up as one of the men in front of her untangled a coil of red rope. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw it. She was familiar with the stuff, which most humans simply referred to as spirit rope, for its magic-inhibiting properties. Most Ionian mages, like her, drew on the latent mana in the air to fuel their spells, but the material that this rope was made out of acted like a big sponge for any mana that was drawn near it. She tested it and was hardly able to procure a few sparks of energy from her hands before they dissipated entirely, confirming that this time the rope binding her was of the “spirit” variety. Her little foxfire trick wouldn't work again…

The man who’d pressed her down and bound her wrists seemed to notice her efforts at magic, and grabbed her hands forcefully, squeezing them tightly. The fox let out a grunt of pain, as her fingers failed to break free from the iron grip atop them.

Her struggles grew more serious than before, even when she knew she was already screwed. They took every liberty with the hampering rope they could, reducing Ahri’s freedom with each excessive one that tightened across her body. The ones above and below her elbows tested her flexibility, straining her arms as they were pushed together closer than Ahri had thought they could get behind her back. Whichever ones were behind her pulled away her heeled boots, revealing her bare feet beneath them which were ripe for ropes. Just like her arms, they were forced together, and a simple rope around her ankles would’ve almost certainly been enough to ensure that no further escape attempts by the fox would be successful.

Of course, the fox had tricked them once before. They wouldn’t leave any part of her bondage to “almost certainly” secure. The rough, magic-warding rope dug into various spots along the rest of her smooth legs, with particularly tight strands being woven along her thighs, knees, and calves. They even went as far as to use a smaller thread around her two big toes, truly pinning her legs to one another with no slack given.

As Ahri’s state of binding grew into a more and more secure state, the adrenaline which pumped through the men’s veins had finally begun to subside. The shock and fear of letting her get away over such a simple, charming trick had faded, and as that emotion subsided from their bodies…

Well, Ahri knew that the obvious side effect--well, the main effect of charming someone. They really got into you.

She bit her lip as their hands began to grope all over her body, the first pairs brazenly running along her rope-covered legs. One squeezed her thighs while the other hand adventured upwards, sneaking beneath her skirt and feeling her bottom which was only covered by a lacy undergarment. Holding back sounds of any kind was a difficult task, and frankly, she needed to say something to them. But what..?

“J-Just let me go, alright?!” Ahri exclaimed, her voice coming out more panicked than she’d intended it to. The fact that her statement drew only amused stares was not a good indicator of this attempt working. “Y-You’ll have your fun with me, a-and then we can simply part ways. Y-You don’t even have to untie me, if you’re worried about me h-hunting you down in revenge or something… I-I’ll just wiggle out of these bindi-immmPHFF!”

A firm hand came over her mouth, preventing any more words from escaping her lips. A few laughs echoed around her as the Noxians looked down at the desperate fox, subconsciously throwing her body against the entrapping ropes.

“You’re right about one thing you said, foxy. We will have our fun with you. But Noxian soldiers take trophies of war home with them, not just a single experience. The higher-ups don’t say it outright, but the finest ladies of the lands we conquer are ours. And with that in mind, if it is as you say and you can just “wiggle” out of these restraints then…” He drew himself much closer to Ahri’s face, a hair’s length between them as he whispered: “They’re not nearly tight enough.”

She screamed into the hand gag, uselessly throwing her entire body strength against the ropes that easily withheld her efforts. Without her magic, escaping these restraints felt like an impossibility, even if there weren’t a group of men carefully eyeing her for any such efforts. And just as promised, they’d secure her even further.

The hand pressed against her mouth was finally released, but it was replaced with a wad of tightly bunched-up cloth which was stuffed into her wide open mouth about ready to shout again. The bundle absorbed her cry almost entirely, her cheeks even bulging slightly at the sheer size of the items in her mouth as it was forced in. It was all held in place by the addition of more cloths wrapped around her face, covering her mouth and even her nose as it was tied around her head. She could thankfully breathe through the material, but it took significant effort to get out those strained breaths from beneath her gag.

Just like with her face, there was a very brief moment of relief when the grip around her hands loosened. It was immediately remedied when her hands were shoved into small, leather pouches, keeping her hands separate from one another and her fingers constrained to the mitt-like bags which tightly clenched them.

She was finally rolled over onto her side, but Ahri knew it wouldn’t be for a good reason. The excuse of tying a harness around her chest was merely there to provide unfiltered access to what the ropes would accentuate, and hands descended on her generous bust as they roughly squeezed her curves. It left her vulnerable from all sides, still enduring the gropes of her bottom along with the feels and kisses along the parts of her legs that weren’t covered in ropes. She wondered for a moment why they were so damn obsessed with her… her charm couldn’t have been that effective, could it?

Ahri realized, as a swift spank came upon her bare ass, that these sadists were probably encouraged to treat her more roughly as a result of her alluring spell. Maybe they “justified” it as punishment for her little trick earlier, but she had a feeling they were thoroughly enjoying every bit of it. And there was little she could do but take it.

Her magic was completely soaked away by the ropes, and her efforts at struggling had drained her of any physical energy she had left. Not to mention how her initial sprint to escape these people was exhausting in itself. She’d even grown tired of moaning in response to each of their invasive touches, unable to force out moans loud enough to escape her gag.

She lost yet another one of her senses as a leather blindfold slipped over her eyes, plunging her into darkness as she was left with nothing more than their touches and voices to identify who was using her. Not that she was particularly familiar with either of those, though.

...It crept into her mind that she’d be getting to know both of those well over the next few weeks. She could hope for a miracle, and part of her did cling onto that little speck of hope. Of course, Ahri was not aware that the rest of Ionia wasn’t fairing much better. She was blind to the Noxians in more ways than one.

Ahri felt the hands along her lower legs begin to pull them up a little. It was simply to position them better for a hog-tie, connecting the rope around her ankles to that of her wrists. She felt the connection tighten and shorten until her covered hands and bare feet were left with little slack between one another, making it difficult to swing either of them around without being stopped by the other.

“There we go, lassie.” One of them said, the amusement at the helpless fox obvious in his voice. “Think you can wiggle out of these restraints?”

She was almost thankful for her gag at that moment, avoiding the humiliation of either reluctantly admitting it or weakly denying it. The former would certainly satisfy her captors while embarrassing herself, and the latter would just earn her even more bindings, she reckoned. If they could tie her any tighter than she was already. She supposed they hadn’t restricted her white, fluffy tails yet, but there really was no need to. It wasn’t as if there was any strength or muscle behind them, nor did Ahri have any significant, dexterous control over them. Whacking one of the Noxians with a soft tail would amuse them at best, and annoy them at worst. Either option would earn her either an extra squeeze or spanking, and she didn’t have the heart to willingly bring either upon herself.

They seemed pleased with the quiet, muffled moans that she responded with instead. Such appreciation was shown with the continuous descent of hands that violated her body, running along any smooth curve they could find before squeezing, kissing, or otherwise using it. She struggled weakly against their touch, pulling her arms against the ropes, fingers against their own prison, kicking her legs back and forth against the hog-tie…

It dismayed Ahri that she wasn’t surprised, or particularly agitated that nothing worked. The voice in the back of her head screamed at her to find a way out, but it was drowned out entirely by the lascivious whispers of the men in her furry ears. How much they enjoy this… how good it is… how much they want… all phrases that Ahri loved to hear when she was in control. Without it, though, they unnerved her.

“Well, fox… what was it that you said? That it’d take all of us to satisfy you?”

It humiliated Ahri to hear them repeated back to her face. She had more than enough of these Noxians by now. Ahri simply let out a muffled grunt in response, not entirely sure herself what she was trying to convey with it.

He chuckled for a short moment, running his hand along Ahri’s chest before inching down lower as he spoke. “Bet you didn’t even think about how much of you we’d need to satisfy us. And from the looks of things…”

The hands along every part of her body emphasized his point as it entered her ears.

“...We’ll need every single inch.”