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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The future empress took a deep breath before a smirk grew on her face. Her emerald eyes stared out at the quarry ahead of her as she took a step forward.

It was not the mine itself that amused her; she absolutely despised how these invaders could even think to destroy the beautiful land of Ixtal for the minerals that lay beneath it. What excited her was the fact that she got to deal with it.

Qiyana had assumed that her previous attacks against these miners would be enough to dissuade them from trespassing on her land again. She thought she made herself quite clear when she’d killed all but one of them each time, making sure that the last one could scurry home to tell the tale of what happened to those who dared cross her. But they always kept coming back… was it greed, or just stupidity? They were certainly idiots, regardless of what motivated them.

Of course, not everyone within the kingdom supported her violence. Loathe as she was to acknowledge it, her nine older sisters would take the throne before she did, and they’d do anything to keep her talent down. Her parents, the current rulers, begrudgingly allowed her to perform such an act, which garnered her some support from the common people, who were easily amazed by the lady’s personal defense of Ixtal. Once any of her siblings came into power, however, they would hardly appreciate their youngest sister being the most popular out of any of them. They’d almost certainly try to deal with Qiyana once they had the chance to, making her actions now all the more important.

...She hated the politics of her kingdom. Why couldn’t everyone just come together to recognize how superior she was? Maybe if she continued showing off her talents to not just Ixtal but the whole world, then they’d be forced to recognize her.

Qiyana weaved herself and her elemental power through the underbrush of the thick jungle that surrounded the site the invaders had begun to demolish. The mine’s entrance had been dug out on the side of a mountain, and she spotted two guards stationed outside of it. These miners didn’t have guards before she started showing up, Qiyana hummed proudly to herself.

Though there wasn’t a point to having them anyways. She harnessed the lush greenery around her, using her powers to cloak herself in camouflage as she inched closer to the guards from the side. A moment of preparation, and she suddenly popped out of the shade, pulling the latent power of the rocky cliff into her weapon. Her ohmlatl glowed a deep orange while she was still in the air, and she threw the round device at one of the guards directly in the chest. It cut deep into him as he crumbled to the ground, his armor only enough to prevent the weapon from going all the way through. She pulled her blade from him before spinning around and launching it directly at the other one, finishing off both of them in a single motion. Qiyana stepped over their fallen bodies, paying little attention to the device in his limp hand that made an annoying beep while it flashed red, concerning herself with what was to come instead.

Hmmphf! Their fancy “guns” were hardly any use against an opponent they couldn’t react to. Then again, anything would look pitiful against her. Qiyana didn’t quite see the point in these “electronic locks” that also protected the entrances of these mines, since she could just pick up the key from the guard’s bodies. Not to mention that if she wanted to, she could simply bust down the door with a supreme display of talent. However, she was aware that quaking the sides of mountains would likely lead to a little more destruction than intended.

Regardless, her previous raids had taught her enough about this Piltover and its technology for her to simply use the keycard to unlock the door without any hassle. Though the security was fairly high-tech, anything beyond the entrance seemed primitive. Torches lit the passageway forward, inclining slightly downwards as small rusted railroads covered the ground beneath her feet. A few minecarts, filled with valuable minerals rested at the top right by where she stood, taunting the empress with how her land was being harvested by greedy outsiders like this.

It didn’t matter if she wasn’t technically the empress yet. She’d show those who dared to stand against her the strength of one. Qiyana walked down the passageway at her own pace, free to take as much time as she wished. There was only one exit to this place after all… and no one was getting past her.

She was keenly aware of the fact that these tunnels were getting deeper each time they came back to her lands, the miners excavating with more desperation as they scraped the last bits of valuable metals that they could from each site before moving onto the next. The fact that this made her spend more time in this dreary, lifeless underground was just another reason to deal with them without holding back.

The sound of machinery working away at the rocks began to echo in Qiyana’s ears, and she eventually reached an open area that revealed the source of it. She gazed at the sight of men hunched over against the stone walls, using their fancy tech to harvest Ixtal’s valuable resources. What annoyed her more than anything was that not one of them paid her the attention she was due, even as her sandals audibly clicked against the solid rock beneath her feet. They should have heard stories of her past assaults, fearing that she might appear at their mine next, and be shooting glances over their shoulders with every passing minute! Qiyana thought they kept returning because of a mix of greed and idiocy, but these men clearly had nothing in their heads! Such empty minds clearly deserved nothing more than a thorough lesson in respect.

It was tempting to take them all out with a singular display of talent, with each man being perfectly holed up against the walls of this cavern as they pillaged Ixtal’s valuable resources. But it would be far more fun for her if she took them one by one, letting them realize her presence before they tried to flee in fear. She stepped towards the miner closest to the entrance, awaiting him to turn around and have that delicious expression of fear form on his face. And yet he still did not react in the slightest, even though her footsteps were certainly within hearing distance? Was this man deaf or stupid?!

Whatever. It would be a sudden end for the man, and Qiyana could toy with the rest of them by making this her opening statement to the invaders. She moved quicker, readying her weapon as the man finally turned his head a quarter to see her. Too little too late, Qiyana thought to herself-

To her momentary surprise, the man’s eyes did not fill with fear, but something else. Confidence? Determination? Whichever one it was, it spurred a sudden motion from him as he suddenly threw the metal device he had in his hands. It was blunt, surprisingly so for a mining tool, but the shock of him resisting caught Qiyana off guard for a moment, and the device hit Qiyana square in her right shoulder.

What the hell? She thought, letting out a gasp as she took the brunt of the hit on her bare skin. It stung like hell, the pain even as it clattered to the ground. Her instincts told her to step back, and not a moment too late as the man suddenly got up and swiped at her with something in his other hand. Qiyana retaliated while the man was caught in his swing, but the fact that her bladed weapon did not pierce his body entirely was yet another shock.

She’d felt her bladed weapon get caught against something stiff when she tried to dig it in. Was there heavy armor underneath those dirty mining clothes? In retrospect, the man had seemed quite large, but Qiyana had just assumed that all Piltoverians were fat and lazy and certainly not able to put up a fight. The way he stood, balanced and ready to move with his weapon in hand even after taking a harsh blow despite his armor… this man was trained well. A quality that no miner before him had.

Her eyes turned to the rest of the men in the cave. They finally paid her the attention she deserved, standing up and looking straight towards her as they prepared similar gear in their hands. This was not a group of ignorant miners… no, this was a trap, specifically set for her! So, those Piltover people got tired of her getting in the way of their crimes of theft against Ixtal and had decided to send a group of at least a dozen trained men to entrap her and take her down. Most would’ve quivered at the prospect of such a challenge.

Qiyana found it flattering. She turned back towards the man who’d begun all of this, who’d swung a blunt object towards her while wrongly thinking he had a window of opportunity to take her down. A graceful step back followed by a swift counter sent him back into the pile of rubble beneath him for good this time. The empress rarely complimented her opponents, but she did think that their plan was… somewhat competent. She had no access to elements besides the rocky terrain that surrounded her when either grass or water would’ve helped deal with a large group like themselves. And any displays of talent that Qiyana had up her sleeve would shake the walls and almost certainly collapse the mine in. It was more than reasonable to assume that Qiyana did not plan on burying herself in a mine today, and thus such a location did a perfect job at limiting Qiyana’s abilities.

Despite the thought that went into their plan, they were still idiots. The plan they have may be the best against Qiyana, but their opponent was still the greatest elementalist in Ixtal. They stood no chance. She began moving when she noticed her farthest opposition preparing ranged weaponry of some sort. The empress had no time to realize what it was before the projectile came barreling towards her, only dodging it with an instinctive roll to the side. Her eyes turned to it for a moment when it finally stilled against the wall behind where she was, revealing that it was a net-like object that they’d shot towards her.

They seemed interested in taking her alive. How thoughtful of them. This would only make things easier for her, given that she had no such inhibitions when it came to this battle. The last thing she did have to worry about were the footsteps she could hear of more men running down the large tunnel, most likely reinforcements blocking off her only exit. A thought did occur to Qiyana: she could simply break through these reinforcements and escape through the exit… but that would be too easy. She wanted to humiliate those who thought she was weak enough to fall to such a pathetic trap.

She broke into a sprint suddenly, charging head-on into the group of men with an enthusiasm that surprised them. Weapons that they had taken their time pulling out were now being rushed into their hands, the first of the men barely able to pull out his baton before Qiyana’s weapon sliced through the air and dug into his vest. A shrill cry escaped his lips as the empress rushed into close range to pull it back out, ready to respond to the two men who charged her.

It was blatantly obvious that as a group, they were wildly uncoordinated. The duo of imbeciles who brought themselves willingly into her melee range acted as a meatshield for Qiyana from the ranged cowards behind them. Even if they were using bullets and arrows instead of bolas and nets, it would be far too risky to take a shot with so much of their line of sight blocked by their allies. They were effectively splitting themselves up for her to deal with, and Qiyana made short work of those two before breaking into a sprint to make herself a difficult target to hit now that her cover had fallen to the ground.

The battle was still far from over, however. Just as she suspected, those reinforcements were here, weapons and restraints in hand. She took a moment to think while still staying in motion: those four… plus the six or so scattered around this mine… it would be quicker and easier to pick those isolated ones off, especially if she managed to close the distance between herself and someone who wasn’t equipped for close-quarters. She darted away from the reinforcements, making her movements as unpredictable as possible to ensure that none of these men could get anything more than a wild, lucky shot on hit. The man she approached backed away fearfully, the grip on his baton tightening as he watched their target choose him to be next. Qiyana expected the wild swing of it with his right hand, and she stepped back for only a moment to let the arch of the weapon completely miss before instantly coming forward with her weapon at the ready-

What she did not expect was for the man to lurch forward, left arm pushing forward to simply touch Qiyana. She thought the effort to be entirely futile, a last-ditch attack that wasn’t even threatening in the slightest-

A sharp, sudden jolt of electricity coursed through her body, stopping Qiyana’s counterattack entirely. Only when her body collapsed to the ground did the static finally stop, but the damage was already done. Her half-conscious eyes turned up to see smoke billowing from the gloved hand which had touched her, with some kind of machinery and metal lined into it that someone from Ixtal would not recognize. The man himself seemed shocked, not in the literal sense that Qiyana was, but more so to the fact that his underhanded trick had actually worked. Only when the princess began to move an arm, weakly reaching for her weapon while the other hand struggled to push herself up did he act.

Qiyana recoiled for a moment when his left hand touched her again, but no power surged from it this time. Her daze was clear to everyone as she tried to comprehend what just happened. Was it a thunder-charged elemental attack… no… it must’ve been some of that Piltover technology! She tried to struggle away regardless of the power’s source, yet the man’s simple strength was enough to keep her down in this state. The firm pressure of his hands against her shoulders was enough, even as she began to try and kick him away in a measly manner.

Hah… I-I need to get up… or else… The princess’s thoughts trailed off from there, but determination alone was not enough to return any strength to her body. It would take her a bit of time to physically recover from such a blasted attack on her, but as her eyes darted behind the man holding her down and instead towards those who approached with not weapons, but ropes and other restraints-

Qiyana realized she didn’t have enough time. Her body suddenly lurched forward, and she barely pushed forward an inch against his grip before it forced her back down to the rocks beneath her. A groan escaped the princess’s lips from the impact, hitting her much harder than it would if her body was at full strength. Such weak men couldn’t possibly beat her a-and yet..!

The man pulled her up a moment later, only to force her back down to the ground once more, this time with her stomach and face pushed against the solid ground beneath her. S-Such brutish mishandling of her perfect form was not how she deserved to be treated! She was a proud princess, and Qiyana knew she should be considering how she would properly punish these men for her crimes when she eventually broke free and dominantly overpowered each and every one of them! Why was it then that all she felt was dread?

She let out a grunt as he began to manhandle her arms, forcing them side by side, parallel to one another against her back. The rest of the men were only a few feet ahead of her now, with wicked smiles as they prepared their tools for the next phase of their operation. Only now was the feeling of actual strength returning to her body, but it was far too late for that. Her weapon was out of reach and the grip on her wrists was iron, but it didn’t stop her from pulling against it with each bit of might she could force out with every passing second.

When another pair of hands came down to pin her flailing legs to the gravel, that was when desperation rooted from true helplessness set in. T-There had to be a way, she was a princess! The next empress! They had to listen to her!

“U-Unhand me, you drooling cretins! The things I’ll do to you-”

“What exactly will you do?” One of the men asked, before laughing at his own comment with a long, coarse laugh. “Swing around that hula hoop of yours? This thing?” He asked, before kicking it away with his boot a few extra meters.

Another one of the men leaned down along her backside, and Qiyana couldn’t fathom what his hands would possibly be restraining. She was mistaken in her assumption, however, for they were to take advantage of her already helpless state.

SMACK! The slap forced an eek out of Qiyana’s mouth that she wished she could take back the second it came out, but that didn’t stop her face from filling with a crimson red of humiliation as laughter roared around her.

“J-Just what do you think you’re doing, you vile beasts! Touch me like that again and I’ll make sure your head is the first I’ll take!”

“Oh? That doesn’t sound like a very compelling reason to let you go, princess.”

“N-No, I… grr! Shut up! Y-You must-n-no, you have to... you...” It was against her very nature to not just converse with, but beg such lowly vermin for something! The conflict in her mind gave pause to Qiyana for only a moment, which was enough incentive for another spanking. This time she gritted her teeth, not wanting to give them the same satisfaction of hearing such a frail sound escape her lips.

She had more pressing matters than their taunts. Qiyana squirmed her wrists as rope began to coil around them, replacing the crushing hold the man’s hand had on them earlier. The expert ropework with which they used on her was only a little more comfortable in exchange for feeling much more inescapable. When it was just another pair of hands, she could hope that maybe his grip would loosen at one point, maybe she could break free, make some kind of move worthy of her talent, and do something, but this rope? Giving it a few simple tugs informed Qiyana that it would not let her go anytime soon.

Qiyana let herself be distracted by yet another smack against her ass. The grip on her legs was ready for her to try thrashing again in response, stifling her kicks into little more than a jolt of muscle. She gave up a moment later and immediately regretted it.

The spanks turned into voracious groping, pushing away her skirt before squeezing her curves through the tight leggings that made them so tempting for the men to use. Each hand took in every inch that it possibly could, drowning in the princess’s body while carnal sounds escaped the mouth of the one who used her so.

“Y-You despicable beast! Such a rodent dares to a-aMMMPHFF!” Her verbal assault was cut off by one of the men stuffing a wadded-up cloth into her mouth, an easy target with how wide open it was during her insults. The cloth easily filled her mouth as it was pushed in deeper, thick, and certain to silence Qiyana’s sounds by a considerable degree. It brought a smile to the man who had forced it in when she did them the courtesy of testing it.

“MMMM! MMPH HHF MMHF!” She shouted out, almost impressing them with the sheer volume of which it came out. It was still entirely unintelligible, but that surely earned the princess a reward.

Of course, the man figured that she might not see it as one. But they had brought an excess of materials… might as well use them, right? She was already in the process of trying to spit out the massive bundle crammed in her mouth, and the man fixed that by wedging an emerald green ball in between her teeth, forcing it in with a harsh tug of one of the many leather straps that hung from the device. He began to work the harness around her head, tightening the ones around her chin and cheek with as little slack as he could manage. As he drew the last strap up along her forehead, the man couldn’t help but notice the shining tiara that stood in the way. He simply plucked the valuable item off of her head, staring at its beautiful gems for only a moment.

The fact that the man simply tossed the crown to the ground and instead refocused his eyes on Qiyana concerned the helpless woman. On any other day, she’d agree that she was worth far more than any piece of jewelry, but when it was like this…

“mmm...mmPHF!!” Once again, Qiyana did the men the favor of testing out her gag, and though the sound was slightly diminished, they’d already heard more than enough of their target for the day. The distinct rip that echoed throughout the mines was familiar to the men, but such a substance was not to their captive who lived in a nation isolated from technologies as simple as tape. Two long strips were plastered over the ball gag, angled slightly to look like a wide “X”. The black, sticky substance stuck to Qiyana’s lips and cheeks while the strong smell soon tormented her nose: sour and unpleasant to perfectly compliment her current situation. Her eyes widened when she realized that the man still had one more thing to finish off her gag with as he pulled out another thick, white cloth. He pulled it around her face, not caring that her nose got caught in it as well, before knotting and tying it off at the back of her head, far away from the reach of her captive fingers.

The gag wasn’t suffocating, but it did stifle her breathing and force a certain amount of concentration to get a good breath through her nose. And as dutiful of a captive as she ever was, Qiyana tested the final gag out for them…

“...mmphf...mmm!” Much better. The man smiled now that his part of the job was finished. He could simply join the others in enjoying what they had. His hands trailed down from her mouth towards her chest, fingers trailing along her perfectly smooth skin until they reached her chest which was still just barely covered by her outfit. Qiyana flushed with humiliation as she realized his intent, struggles intensifying once more as his hands began to do as they pleased with her curvaceous body. The man violating her backside was already more than enough for her. To additionally have two do as they pleased, with many more pairs of lecherous eyes staring down upon her helpless body… that sent a cold shiver down her back.

Although it was tempting for the rest of the men to join in on the fun, they knew better than to leave a job unfinished. Qiyana’s gaze turned towards the uncoiling of more rope, and with no hesitation the man knelt down to her elbows, pushing them together a strenuous few inches until they touched before finally wrapping the rope around them as well. She winced with each loop, barely flexible enough to handle her limber arms being forced so close together for even a few moments, and they already ached as a strict knot sealed them in place.

She expected her legs to be next, but for now, the men seemed content with pinning them down manually with a set of focused arms. That did not dissuade the men from giving her legs the attention, running rough hands along them and particularly giving due attention to her thighs.

“So thick… mmm… so much to play with…”

“Never seen a body like this…”

“She’s a princess for a reason, right?”

Their comments entered Qiyana’s ears as their actions matched their lustful desires, paying no heed to how she struggled or weakly moaned through her layered gag. Whether or not she actively resisted, they still groped, spanked, and used her all the same. Nothing she did mattered, not even the little movements she could find in her helpless state. She’d never felt so weak before, she… she’d never lost like this before! In fact, she couldn’t recall the last time she felt defeat. Was this what it was like..? Utter humiliation at their domination over her?

She shut her eyes for a minute, walling up any emotions that could leak out and unmask her as anything other than the strong, confident woman that she thought she was, even though that facade had been shattered entirely in a single fight. They only opened prematurely when she felt the hands incessantly violating her breasts rise up to face, pulling up her chin and brushing away her hair.

“Damn…” He began, with a heavy breath that uneased Qiyana. “It’s a real shame that we don’t get to keep you. Or even use you properly before we deliver you. But that’s the way the buyer wants you.”

She had a million words to spit out in response, but of course, they only came out as a garbled mess. Before the man even attempted to interpret them, he snapped a leather collar shut around her neck. He ran his hand along the leash that was connected to the front of the device, no one in the mines quite ready to give Qiyana a few tugs forward yet. Where they were was more than fine for a few extra minutes, he thought, eyes staring down at the view so generously presented to him by her low-cut top. His hands returned to the position where they belonged as he spoke once more.

“I bet you’re dying to know what’s gonna happen to you. You must be thinking that there’s simply no way that anyone could do anything to the great, future empress…” The chuckle that escaped his lips at the end did not soothe Qiyana’s worries in the slightest. “Let’s just say that my buyer expects full… compensation for all the damages you’ve done to his business.

The princess’s mind raged at the implications. They were the ones at fault, intruding upon her lands, and they thought that she was the one who needed to pay! She wanted to yell, kick, scream, punch, shout, attack…

But of course, she was unable to do a single one of those. All Qiyana could do was endure. Endure each and every one of these men’s violations, endure her failures as a princess and a warrior, endure her impending fate that she was entirely helpless to avoid…

She could not say for sure that she would not break from such pressure. Already the fury was fading from her body, and raw misery was taking its place. I-If she could not save herself from such a fate, then surely someone else could… but who exactly would that be? Her sisters, who she had infuriated with her efforts for the throne, weaklings who she rejected entirely, competitors would be more than happy to see her talent wasted on the perverted desires of these men?

Their debasement did not slow for a moment, becoming more hasty and ravenous if anything, as they knew their time with the beautiful royal was running short. Endless gropes squeezed her curves dry, while spank after spank brought entertainment to their sadistic eyes just to watch her bottom jiggle while the rest of her body weakly retaliated with nothing more than futile shakes and struggles.

It should not have been as relieving as it was when she felt a few tugs at her collar, the pull of her leash signaling that this torment was finally over. The hands, very reluctantly, drew down from their positions along her curves and began to pull her body up, setting the princess up on her two legs, still unbound but thoroughly used. They shook and she stumbled forward, struggling to stay steady as the numbness set in from having her ankles pinned together for so long. The man leading her did not seem to care in the slightest, tugging her forward again, but this time beginning to walk. When she did not move, a sharp pull surprised Qiyana, causing her to fall straight back down to the ground. She hardly noticed the pain in comparison to what she saw as her eyes turned upwards, a devious smile forming on the face of the man. He knelt down, hand running through her long, white hair as he began to speak.

“Well… if you want to stay with us that badly, I suppose we can spare you a little more time…”

Qiyana shut her eyes as their hands came down once more, unsure if this was better or worse than marching onto whatever fate lay at the end of this road she was trapped on.