Cornered Fox

Darius was, of course, at the slave auction for the Ionians. Even if he didn't necessarily need to make a statement the way he had with the Demacian bitch, Luxanna, it couldn't hurt for the Hand of Noxus to observe the proceedings. And the Noxian military machine was nothing, if not thorough; there was no telling what would end up on the auction block. Still, it took him more than a little bit by surprise when a feral yowl interrupted the auctioneer's introduction of the next merchandise. It took two meat-heads to march her onto the stage, instead of one, each hulking man struggling to maintain a tight grip on the upper arms of what looked like a willowy Ionian girl in a red and ivory kimono. At first glance. But the soft, silvery fox tail that thrashed behind her, the markings reminiscent of whiskers on her cheeks, and the fluffy, triangular black ears that were currently flattened against her skull told otherwise. “As you can see, ladies and gentleman, this particular specimen is a rarity indeed. We've taken precautions, since we're told that she can bolster her magic by draining the life essence of her victims. I've been assured by Jericho Swain himself that this little vixen should be rendered completely harmless by the measures we've put in place until a more permanent solution can be implemented. Please give a warm welcome to Noxus for this Ionian slut- Ahri, the nine-tailed fox.” The girl thrashed and gave another angry shriek at the sound of her name, gnashing her sharp teeth on the metal ring that was holding her jaw wide open. Her ears were rotating in quick, short bursts, trying to isolate any one sound from the cacophony of moans, pleading, excited whispers, and wet, slapping flesh. She turned her head from side-to-side; it was a useless endeavor, thanks to the padded leather blindfold that was buckled over her face. Darius leaned forward, intrigued at how this particularly dangerous League champion could be rendered safe for handling. Ahri not only consumed the souls of human men, but she had a supernatural ability to charm them and cloud their thoughts, in addition to magical orbs that she could hurl with lethal speed and accuracy. He remembered tangling with her in battle, and how the spell to charm her victims seemed to require the use of her eyes and her voice. That would explain the gag and blindfold, then. He also noticed that her hands were locked into leather mitts to keep her from making any spell-casting gestures, and her forearms were tied parallel together before having been cinched behind her back by ropes that looped above and below her generous breasts. At the next booth over, his brother Draven wore a particularly cruel grin. He had also been on the receiving end of the fox's magic a fair few times, and her obvious disdain for the Noxian executioner was now being reciprocated in full. The auctioneer on stage was currently listing the creature's charms, which were impressive indeed. In addition to soft, full breasts, Ahri's body was lithe and flexible, which he demonstrated when one of his assistants grabbed her leg and pulled it almost straight into the air, forcing the girl into a 180° split. She was held so that the cleft between her legs was exposed to the audience, her short kimono bunching up at her hips. The vixen was still struggling, especially when the man ran his hand from one milky thigh to the other with a wide grin. “As you can see, lords and ladies, most of her appearance is quite human. Three tight holes to use, with some other, rather exotic accouterments for even more fun.” To demonstrate, he grabbed her writhing tail, stroking the silky fur in a way that made the fox spirit shudder and moan. Then his hands clenched tight on the appendage, and Ahri threw her head back in an agonized scream. Her long, ebony hair- normally in a braid and woven with bells- flicked back and forth as she tossed her head, still writhing and moaning in a way that was almost sexual as the auctioneer smoothed back down the fur that he'd mussed in his rough treatment. The auctioneer then gestured for the men holding her to force her to her knees and delicately stroked one of her ears. That treatment also started her sighing and shivering, her chest heaving as she trembled in her captors' grasp. The auctioneer seemed satisfied with the display of the merchandise, and turned back to the darkened room. “Shall we start the bidding for, say, 4000 gold? This is, after all, a one-of-a-kind creature...” Darius smirked at the thought of getting revenge on the little fox-tailed bitch. He signaled his bid, seeing the wide smile and unctuous bow that the auctioneer gave him in return. “4,000, by Lord Darius, thank you.” “I dunno, brother,” came a drawl from not too far away. “I'm willing to pay more than 4000 to make ol' nine tails up there scream.” Draven leaned forward, his face even more sinister than usual in the lamplight. “4,500,” was the executioner's bid. “5,000,” Darius growled back. He was remembering a particular time when he'd taken three of Ahri's magical orbs to the face. “5,500,” Draven countered again. His spite toward the nine-tailed fox stemmed from several times when she'd managed to outrun or dodge him; the flamboyant executioner took pride in not missing. The auctioneer was visibly nervous. Two of the most powerful and influential men in the nation were at loggerheads over a piece of his merchandise, and he was loathe to come between them. If he survived it though, he might be richer than some kings. “6,000.” “6,500!” “I hear 6,500, by Mister Draven...” “Wait,” Darius commanded with a look and tone that booked no questions. He slid out from his booth and sauntered over to his brother's, folding his arms and leaning against the wall. “We both want to punish her, we can both afford her, and we'll probably both get tired of her eventually.” “Yeah,” Draven grinned, “so?” “So, why not just share the whore?” The executioner didn't get to answer his brother's suggestion before Ahri gave a scream of outrage. She was shaking her head so hard that saliva was dripping from her open mouth, and she was fighting to climb to her feet despite the two men working to hold her down. The brothers' respective smiles widened and they both turned to stroll toward the stage. “If she hates the idea so much, then we definitely have to,” Draven was laughing. The auctioneer was practically sweating, now, as both men clambered up the steps to stand before him. “6,500, split halfway down the middle,” Darius coldly informed the auctioneer. Draven was tickling an index finger along the fox girl's collarbones, laughing as she shuddered away from him. “Split down the middle, just like you're going to be little fox.” “Sold,” the auctioneer gulped, “to Lord Darius and his brother, Draven.” Ahri tore out of her keepers' grip and lunged forward. Maybe it wasn't the most tactically subtle plan, trying to run when she was surrounded by enough people to wrestle her to the floor three times over, but the vixen was beyond tactics at that point. Her intellect had been drowned out by pure, animal fear, and so her response was purely feral. Of course, two of Noxus' most preeminent warriors had damn good reflexes. The fox girl hadn't even made it to the edge of the stage before Draven's hand had fisted in her hair, yanking her head back with a gleeful savagery. With the pale column of her throat exposed, it was easy enough for Darius to wrap one massive hand around it, squeezing in a subtle warning and lifting her off the ground. “Try to run again, bitch, and I'll pull you back by the tail.” The more colorful of the two brothers quickly and effortlessly transferred his hold from her hair to her ankles, bodily lifting Ahri so that she dangled between them as though they were hunters returning with a kill. “We'll arrange payment later,” Darius coolly informed the auctioneer, before turning and leading the march off the stage. Not many other men would get to just walk away without handing over the cash, but these two were a bit of a special case. That, and the auctioneer didn't fancy getting between them and their prize. Ahri had still tried to fight, but she'd had absolutely no success. In fact, she was dangerously close to passing out from the crushing grip on her throat. She managed to take a gasping, wheezing breath of air when she was dropped unceremoniously on the floor, and she would have tried to scramble to her feet if somebody hadn't immediately grabbed hold of her hair. Another pair of hands was unwinding her obi and then tearing open the front of her kimono, baring her heaving breasts and flat stomach to countless leering eyes. She growled and started thrashing again before she felt the edge of a blade pressing lightly against her cheek. “You move, you get cut,” Draven informed her matter-of-factly. He was pressing just hard enough to leave little pink scratches behind as the knife trailed down her neck, over the spot where her pulse visibly beat against the skin, along the slope of her shoulder and down to the silk of her robe. The vixen was holding completely still, but she still loosed a high-pitched, animal whimper as the sound of tearing fabric reached her ears. First one sleeve, and then the other, and then the knife left scratches following the lines of her abdomen as it dove down to tear through her underwear. Goose-bumps spread across her skin as that last stitch of clothing was removed, and Ahri was left completely naked for her assailants. The knife blade disappeared again and the vixen's thrashing resumed, despite the hard tugging on her hair. And then there was an even worse sensation than everything before. The fox wailed again in protest as she felt a rigid member prodding at her entrance. “Hey!” Draven yelled accusingly, “you got to have that Lux bitch first; I want this one!” “Fine,” his brother conceded. The blindfolded slave could almost hear his shrug of resignation. “I seriously doubt this one's a virgin, though.” “It's not being first that counts,” the executioner grinned viciously. “It's how much they don't want you in there...” The tug on her hair forced Ahri to her knees, and what must have been the general's raging erection pressed through the ring gag, choking off any further protests. Darius allowed himself a groan, tightening his grip on the silky black hair in his fist and allowing his head to tilt back. The other man's grunts joined the cacophony as he rammed into the bound slave from behind, and tears started streaming out from beneath the leather that was buckled over her eyes. “Aw, c'mon!” Draven laughed, tugging on the soft tail that was thrashing in agitation against his stomach. “You're crying already? We're just getting started, slut!” His grip on her tail forced the vixen back against his thrusts even harder, prompting a delicate shudder that ran all the way down the fox spirit's spine. It didn't go unnoticed. “That's right,” the executioner spit through gritted teeth. “Feels good, don't it? Having a Noxian down there, with a nice big-” The general who was thrusting into the girl's mouth was getting more than a little tired of the other man's verbal self-gratification. In a subtle attempt to interrupt, Darius started rubbing the triangular ears that were positioned so conveniently close to his hands. When Ahri let out a strangled moan, his broad face twisted into a sadistic grin. The best punishment he could possibly think of for all her past insurrections would be to make sure that the nine-tailed fox enjoyed this little ride. His brother apparently had the same idea, since the headsman was allowing one of his massive hands to slide under the bound girl's stomach and toward the apex of her thighs. The slave's tears started falling faster as Draven's calloused fingers started vigorously rubbing her clitoris, but there was no denying the way she bucked her hips against him. “Somebody likes it...” the executioner announced in a sing-song voice, thrusting harder as the bitch's cunt tightened around him. The vixen's wail of despair was music to both men's ears as their pace redoubled and the bound girl's knees shook violently. Ahri's voice rose one last time, gurgling past the man shoving himself down her throat, as she came. Her cheeks were lit up bright red from shame and from lack of air, tears streaked from the corners of her covered eyes, and the fluffy silver of her tail was curled around the waist of the brother behind her as though to urge him on. Darius pulled out with a grunt, wiping sticky saliva off on the slave's cheek as he gestured impatiently. “Hurry up and pick a different hole; I want to finish.” Draven slapped one of the vixen's milky ass cheeks, grinning at her shriek of surprise and pain. “Like you weren't going to anyway...” The headsman nimbly looped his arms underneath the slave's thighs, bodily hoisting her into the air and angling her forward so that his cock was prodding against the puckered bud of her ass. The helpless girl whimpered and shook her head in protest, groaning in unison with the general as he plunged into her still-dripping slit. “Don't know how she's still so fucking tight...” he panted, grabbing a handful of her bouncing breasts as the second man slid his member home. Draven's toothy smirk spoke of only cruelty as he felt his toy's insides clenching around him. “Maybe it's magic,” he joked, prying Ahri's thighs further apart and bouncing her with wild abandon. The captive fox-spirit was moaning unabashedly, now, sandwiched between both men as they took her at an almost savage pace. She was rocking her hips against both the hard lengths that penetrated her, arching her back so that they could better grope her breasts, squirming in the throes of what was obviously ecstasy as tears kept streaming faster down the sides of her face. Even casual observers could see that the fox was frustrated and disturbed by how much she was enjoying this violation. And there was at least one member of the audience that wasn't a casual observer. The brothers' sharing of their toy was nearing its end, at least for now. Draven, in an almost animal fit of sadism, had sunk his teeth into Ahri's shoulder, while Darius's grip on her hips was so tight that his fingertips were leaving bruises. And still she was wordlessly begging for more. All three of them climaxed simultaneously, the slave girl having such a violent orgasm that the clenching muscles of her abdomen literally wrung a gush of fluids out of her. The stuff was slowly dripping down the insides of her legs as she was callously dropped on the floor again, along with her owners' semen, as a rhythmic thunk started approaching across the wood. “Very interesting,” a low, soft voice proclaimed, as though the sweating mess on the floor were an interesting painting and not a sex slave that he'd just seen pinned between two men. “Swain,” Darius inclined his head respectfully, finishing the process of tucking his member back into his pants. The executioner couldn't be bothered with things like social norms or tact; he folded both hands behind his head languidly and plopped down in a chair, pants still undone and both feet propped up on the bound girl that shuddered on the ground. “I hear you helped tame this slut, Gimpy. It's been years since I've had such a good fuck, I think I owe you one.” “She is far from tame,” the tactician replied evenly, stooping to examine the fox-spirit. “Although, as I observed your using her just now, I do believe I might have some ideas on that score...” Swain's yellowed eyes flicked back up to meet the general's. “I doubt that either of you failed to notice the... energetic... nature of her orgasms...” “Hell yeah, we noticed,” Draven laughed, wiping off his member with the hot towel and soap that another shivering slave had proffered. “What if I told you that further hard use might help you weaken her magic?” Darius finished wiping off his hands on his own towel and waved the slave away before leaning forward, intrigued. “How so?” Swain straightened abruptly, making the raven on his shoulder call out its displeasure. “This creature,” he nudged Ahri with his foot, prompting a shudder, “has bent so much of her magic toward carnality, making her body alluring to human men and enabling herself to entice them into her embrace, that her magic is actually tied to it now. I observed her in captivity before the auction, and watching you again just now has made me certain. Making her reach violent climax repeatedly should deplete what energies she has managed to store, and take away her ability to charm any further victims. Even with the gag and blindfold removed, she would be helpless as a kitten...” The vixen sobbed, her ears pushing back and down as a clear indicator of distress. That, more than anything, convinced the headsman. Darius was already nodding; he trusted Swain with his life on the battlefield, and had no cause to regret it. “Let's keep this party going, then!” the more colorful man cheered, vaulting back to his feet and grabbing a handful of the prostrate slave's ebony hair. “Indeed,” Swain confirmed crisply, “but, first, allow me to contribute what I may...” He produced a bottle from an inside shirt pocket, gesturing that the girl's head would need to be held still. “Singed suggested that this particular drug would assist in your endeavor; it's quite the potent aphrodisiac...” Ahri started wriggling like a landed fish at that, forcing the larger man to loop his arm around her neck and then use his free hand to crank her head back, while his brother squeezed her torso until the girl went almost limp. The vial was uncorked and tipped down her throat, and there was a whiff of something almost like licorice as the fox-spirit choked the stuff down. Draven waved one of the auctioneer's staff over and made a few requests for restraints, chuckling cruelly as he felt the girl's pulse start racing in his grip. The rig that he'd asked for was produced, and the girl's arms were briefly freed before being tied above and below the elbow and at the wrist to a thick wooden yoke that rested atop her shoulders and was designed to be suspended from the ceiling. Then the vixen's knees were forced apart and cinched to her elbows, and then her ankles tied as closely together as possible. When it was done she was spread wide and held immobile, unable to keep anyone from touching her. The general suggested that she be strung up in the larger common room down the hall, and everyone but Ahri had liked the idea. Before long she was dangling helpless just a little above waist-height, and there was a crowd of gawkers collecting in the doorway. Singed's drugs were obviously doing wonders; the fox bitch was so worked up that her juices were literally pooling on the floor beneath her, and a healthy flush tinged everything from her cheeks to her ribs. “So,” the executioner began, rubbing a pair of fingers along the bound creature's swollen labia, “are you ready to beg, slut?” The vixen's head nodded frantically and she tried to push her hips back against her master's digits, wordlessly pleading with him to press harder. Draven grinned. “Such a pretty captive fox. I wonder if you'll protest having some of these strangers touch you, as long as you get to keep cumming...” The consternation on the slave's face was what clinched the deal. “You,” Darius pointed at an older merchant-looking chap. “You heard the slut- she wants to keep cumming. Hurry it up.” The portly man blanched at first. “M-me, Lord Darius? You want me to-” “Not if you're going to take this long,” was the general's dry response. The merchant got the idea, and shuffled over as fast as he could manage. Ahri's half-covered face was still turned in the right direction, since it was damn near impossible to miss the pungent odor of cheap wine that wafted on the man's breath. His hand shook as he reached to caress a heaving breast, but the poor sop seemed to find his courage at the first brush of smooth skin against his sweaty palm. Suddenly he was clenching double fistfuls of the bound creature's tits, squeezing hard enough to make the girl sob in combined pain and despair. The fox-spirit struggled as best she could, making herself sway from the ceiling fixture that held her aloft. It was no use. The poor thing sobbed again as the man's stubbly face was buried in her cleavage and one hand slid around to grope her ass while the other plunged into his pants to tug on his erect member. The hoots and hollers of the men watching almost drowned out the merchant's groan as he spent in his hand a couple minutes later, smearing the results across Ahri's cheeks as a cruel afterthought. “Next,” Draven smirked, crossing his arms and jutting his chin at a rough-looking mercenary type. This fellow, while he wasn't anywhere near the size of the Noxian general or his bloodthirsty kin, was still plenty brawny. He went straight to business, freeing his own cock and rubbing against the slave girl's wetness before giving her owners a second glance for confirmation. Darius shrugged, giving his tacit permission, and the soldier shoved into Ahri's sopping wetness with an animal grunt. Strong hands wrapped around the vixen's neck, and her choking mewl of distress was met with raucous laughter. She was shaking her head weakly, gasping for breath and still weeping nonstop as this newest assailant bounced her against his pelvis with a ruthlessness that rivaled her owners'. When her orgasm came crashing down again a few minutes later, accompanied by another shameful gush of cum on Ahri's part, the two Noxian brothers parted the crowd at the door and strode away. “We'll be back later, nine-tailed slut. Be a good little bitch, now,” the executioner chuckled, grinning fit to split his face. The men behind them closed ranks, and the shouting became louder as two or three of them at a time started jockeying for position. The fuck toy at the center of the scuffle screamed only for a moment, before her cry was cut off by a brutal gagging sound. It was music to a man's ears.