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Amid the vast wilderness of Runeterra one can find remarkable things that remain hidden to the average person, but deep south of Noxian territory hides a cabin protected by magic that keeps unwanted travelers away. Inside, the once lone resident was stirring a pot while humming an old Demacian folk song. Her nose took a sniff of the stew within the pot and a satisfying scent managed a smile on her scarred lips. Putting on a pair of unreasonable thick padded gloves, the huntress picked up pot and carefully made her way down the hall, passing by the heads of frost serpents, scales of dragons, fins of sandswimmers, and many other trophies of hers before using her feet to open the heavy door at the end of the hall. Looking down the dark stairwell, the huntress switched up her tune to a more peaceful Ionia song she once heard from a vastayan bard. As she stepped deeper and deeper into the darkness, her eyes quickly adapted to the lightless basement, revealing just who the stew of hers was meant for…
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Briar’s bright pink eyes slowly opened up as her large white pupils looked around her. She found herself incredibly dizzy, whatever nap she had taken…it must have been a really nice one! The young homunculus attempted to stretch out, but quickly realized that her arms wouldn’t move…which wasn’t unusual for her as her pillory was meant to keep her arms still, but this time was different. Her arms were stuck in a much lower position as she felt them against her back. In fact, her legs also felt stuck. Did she get a new pillory?
As her eyes finally adjusted and her vision no longer blurred from her much needed nap, Briar vaguely recognized the stone walls and floors as her cell. Yet as her eyes drifted to the old staircase, she realized she wasn’t home. Curious, Briar attempted to move again only to remind herself that she couldn’t.
“Rnghph, mm...mmnnph hnh?” Her voice was heavily muffled much to her surprise. As she noticed, the realization hit her: her mouth had been stuffed with something huge, so huge that her jaw was forced open as much as it could with absolutely zero room for movement as even her tongue was pinned to the floor of her mouth. Whatever was inside had filled every possible crevice and it was…tasty? It was faint, but Briar recognized that taste anywhere: blood. The stuffing in her mouth was soaked in it. Briar’s eyes opened wide to this news. Someone had gotten her a special snack! One that she could constantly drain whenever she wanted! Why hadn’t she thought of that before?
“N mmnnnn...fnnn phhnph frnmnn!” Briar did her best to try and push out the stuffing, determined to find whoever had done this to her…she was excited to meet this new friend! However, no matter how much she tried, Briar was simply unable to move the stuffing. Not only did it completely fill her mouth, but now the girl noticed that her mouth…no, her whole lower head! Had been covered by this weird, sticky thing. She could feel it around her mouth, under her chin, behind her neck, and even over the bridge of her nose. Briar thought for a minute, wondering why someone would do something like this…
“Phn mnhm phnrm N nnn'ph mnphm phhm hmnnn! Hnmm phmmmmph!” Briar was certain her new friend was making sure she wouldn’t lose the blood stuffing. Afterall, her pillory did make it hard to pick things up. The thought of her pillory reminded her of the weird feeling in her arms. She looked down, noticing that she had been lying on her side this whole time. In an attempt to push herself up, she got a much better idea of her position.
Her legs were bent backwards, she could tell her feet were practically touching her hands and what felt like the rope stuff she had been tied with long ago before her pillory was made. The rope was between her feet and even her big toes had a small tingle of the feeling too! More between her ankles, calves, knees as well. Looking down, she could at least see the four rope coils wrapped between her upper thighs and knees…as well as a strange rope around her waist. Briar wasn’t sure what purpose it served, but as she tried to move her wrists, she felt the tug of the rope that sent a weird but oddly satisfying feeling between her legs.
“N nmfmr hnmmm rnpmph cnnmn hm fnn!” Her enjoyment of this new feeling plus the taste of blood from her stuffing had distracted Briar as she began relentlessly pulling at her wrists, taking full advantage of the crotch rope. Before she knew it, a moan escaped her. The sheer surprise of it stopped Briar’s struggling as she started realizing that she might love these ropes over her pillory. Briar took a closer look at the rest of her bound body, curious to learn about this incredible improvement of a restraining method.
The first thing she noticed was her chest, it looked bigger than before. She knew that all the blood she drank would often go to her legs, but never her chest. It looked a few moments for Briar to see it, but there were more ropes around her chest. They looked as impressively tight as they felt, the rope circled above, below and in between her breasts in a way that made them pop out more than normal. Briar never cared about how she looked but she found herself enjoying this new size increase. Taking a closer look, she noticed more rope between her chest harness and the crotch rope, this one felt connected to her elbows, although she couldn’t see her arms she could at least feel the rope around them too.
Her elbows had been tied together above and below, pulling her arms together into a single limb. More rope connected to the chest harness went below her shoulders and around the back of her neck, keeping her arms pushed up. Her wrists were also tied together with a rope coil between them and her elbows. Wanting to feel the rope on her fingers, Briar attempted to reach it only to feel the same sticky feeling that was around her mouth. Though she did feel the brush of another rope, this one felt as if it was connecting her ankles and wrists…or maybe her elbows? It was hard to tell, but either way it kept her legs bent behind her.
Continuing to struggle and play with her bonds, the rush between her legs quickly began spreading throughout her body. Her pillory would only ever annoy her, control her feelings and keep her in check as her old captors would say, but now…Briar felt like she was finally in control. This strange but wonderful feeling was something she felt when she wanted to play in her ropes. The blood from the stuffing was there for when she wanted to taste it. Never could Briar have imagined that more restraints were what she needed, or maybe it was just the right restraints?
Her thoughts were cut short as the creek of a door made her ears prick up. The light from the top of the stairs barely lit up the room, as Briar could properly see just how empty it was aside from her and the blanket she was lying on top of. As Briar heard the footsteps go down the stairs she stared eagerly, happy to finally see her new friend.
And there, a young woman stood, her clothes looked comfy and warm despite the noticeable scarring on her face and arms, but the equally warm smile as she gently placed the pot of a delicious smelling stew done next to Briar in her bound state.
“So you finally woke up huh?” her new friend chirped. “I was worried I might have done too much before, but I’m happy to see you’re up.”
Briar’s eyebrows shot up as she tried to smile underneath her gag, her body slightly shaking in excitement.
“Well,” her friend was caught off guard but Briar’s reaction, “you actually seem…happy too?” She took a second to think about her next move. “Here, let me get that gag off you now.”
The woman carefully leaned over to begin peeling the gag from around Briar’s head. It took a few minutes, but soon Briar felt her lips free of the stickiness as her smile became much more obvious. She attempted to finally push out the stuffing, but even without the gag, the sheer size of it was enough to keep her mouth trapped. However, her friend quickly noticed Briar’s struggles and carefully pulled out the cloth. Finally able to see it’s true size, Briar was impressed that it even fit. The faintly red fabric was hanging from her new friend’s fingers as the length alone covered half Briar’s height.
“Hiiiiii~” Briar finally spoke, preceded by a slight cough as she adjusted to having a free mouth once again. “That was tasty!”
The full smile from Briar made her friend’s eyes go wide as she felt her heart stop for a moment. “You’re…much cuter then last time.” She spoke, unsure of how to talk to Briar given the situation. “B-but uh, you liked the…stuffing?”
“Yeah yeah! Whatever you soaked it in was super good! And I love this feeding method too! I can’t believe I never thought about it!” Briar’s inched a bit forward as she continued, happy to finally be able to talk to her friend, but noticing the gray stuffing that was once wrapped around her mouth. “Say, what is that sticky stuff you put over my mouth anyways?”
“That?” She paused, clearly expecting different questions. “That’s, uh, tape. Something I got while in Piltover.”
“Piltdover? What’s that?” Briar’s curiosity drove her questions as her head tilted even more to the side then before.
“It’s…ah, nevermind. Why aren’t you…” Her friend’s voice trailed off, Briar’s puzzled look then switched as she realized something.
“Oh! Did I go crazy again? I’ve been trying to be better at controlling myself but my pillory would always break at the worst times. Hey, yeah, do you know where my pillory is?”
“That, I kinda…sold it.” Her friend scratched her head, she never expected to feel bad about a monster before, but this girl was clearly different from the other things she had hunted in the past…plus she was oddly cute. “I didn’t want to, uh, sell you or anything so I just took your pillory thing and sold it to some weird folks down near Piltover.”
“Awwww,” Briar pouted, “but that’s fine. I like your method waaaaaaaay more anyways!”
“My…method?” Her friend’s confusion was much more dominant than ever.
“Yeah! All this rope and that tape stuff! It’s sooo much better! I don’t think I’ve ever been in control like since without that pillory since…I don’t know, ever?” Briar’s eyes were lit up and the blush on her face from the constant tug of her crotch rope as she struggled playful during their conversation. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good! And I have you to thank new friend!”
“Friend?” The woman put a hand on her heart, as if she hadn’t heard that word in a long time. “In that case, do you maybe want a fresh new…stuffing?” She gestured towards the pot. “It’s some fresh dunpors blood with this wonderful Ionian seasoning.”
“I don’t know what that means, but it means more blood stuffing then yes!” Briar’s oblivious excitement had taken over as she was practically drooling as her new friend took over a new, fresh cloth her bag, one of equal size to the one she had just taken out of Briar’s mouth, and began soaking it in the blood stew. Soon, the cloth was soaked and brought up to Briar's mouth as she opened wide and let her friend carefully stuff her mouth completely. It didn’t feel quite as full as before, as Briar soaked up the incredibly delicious blood, she felt the cloth expand slightly. It won’t take long for the size to match up.
“Nph phnphphmph phn gnnn!” Briar complimented her new stuffing’s taste.
“Well, I’m glad you like it.” Her new friend reached back into the small bag at her side, producing a shiny roll of that tape stuff. “Let’s make sure you don’t accidentally spit that out now.”
Briar smiled, happy to know she was right about her friend. Soon the ripping sound of the tape traveled around her mouth again and again until it was just as tight and covering as before. With a boop on her nose, Briar’s new friend chuckled.
“I think I’ll enjoy having you around.” She peered over to Briar’s bound. “Hmm, I guess I didn’t need to tie you up so much after all, how about I loosen it up a bit?”
Suddenly, Briar’s grateful expression switched to one of concern as she rapiding shook her head.
“Nn! Nn! Hmmp mm mnhm phhnph!” She pleaded.
“Really? Well,” Her friend was baffled, how could something like this exist? Regardless, patted Briar’s head before gathering her things and heading back towards the stairs. “I’ll come check on you again before I go to bed, enjoy yourself then…friend.” A faint smile formed on her face as she walked up the stairs, closing the door behind her and leaving Briar alone in the dark, empty basement once more.
Briar enjoyed the new taste as she continued to struggle, the comfy feeling traveling between her legs and across her body as her eyes felt heavy the more and more she tugged. Faint moans escaping her as she began loving every moment of this newfound fun.
But they were once again interrupted as the door quickly swung back open, her new friend peeking from the door towards Briar.
“Right, I forgot to mention…my name is Roxanne.” She awkwardly stated.
“Hn, nmmm frnmnn Rnghnnnm!” Briar cheerfully called out, watching her new friend chuckle once again.
“You are too cute, vampire girl.” As the door closed once more.