This is a direct sequel to my first story, Restrained: Salacious Bindings. This time our protagonist will be Evelynn, who continues her adventure on the outermost borders guarding the city of light, Demacia. Just after placing an audacious bet against her opponent as well as her secret crush, Elise the Spider Queen, the lady in blue ventured out in seek for a victim so that she could unleash all her frustration and fury, as well as her concealed sexual urges.
Chapter 1: A Wonderful Target
A quiet and peaceful town. One would describe those generic words when they are shown a picture of this seemingly tranquil and silent place. However neither these tourists nor outsiders would know much about the historical origins and the waxing infrastructure in the early days of Dust Town. Many decades it became a shadow of its formal self, the sequestered and remote area was freely zoned out of tourists and any other potential income bringers that could arrive and gave the dusty place for a change.
True to its name, Dust Town is constantly bombarded by the sanding winds and frying sunlight, coincidentally making its appearance in a similar fashion like the Wild, Wild West. It was once a populated and economical trading harbour in its glory days, till the fateful day when they were unknowingly wedged in the Great War between two ancient rival countries, Demacia and Noxus. As the town was positioned in the far outskirts of Demacia, cases of residents between harassed by the neighbouring countries were common. Due to the poor luck in its location, the once bustling city was utterly annihilated by the horrific bombings and mystic magical powers sent by their respective wretched sorcerers.
After the war, most of them were desperately grabbing valuable possessions and skipping towns, down to the few who sought for the rebuilding and restoration to its prime days. Several years after, the loyal and diligent villagers found themselves slapped to the face again by another bugging problem, this time were the fears and rumours that had driven many visitors away, resulting in the severed damage to the half-tilting economy of Dust Town. Almost all of the shops were sadly closed, leaving a particular and surviving bar house, widely known for its constant numerous patronage and the quality of rums and ales it sold, for years. Till this day, the bar owner couples were extremely satisfied with their frequent customers and patrons, which also unknowingly attracted the glaring and shadowy eyes of the masked hoods sitting at the hidden corners of the bar every night. The silent and veiled patrons would gather in a team of threes and sometimes fours, murmuring and writing strange characters that only their people would know of its meaning. If one could actually suggested the reasons for these strange group of people lurking in a friendly bar, were spies and mercenaries planning their devious plans issued by those two "holy" countries, then it would actually make complete sense.
Somehow, the usual and intriguing occurrence got wind of by the Spider Queen Elise, a frequent visitor that has observed the strange interactions between those group of members, and their strange shuns and avoidance whenever a waiter arrived for orders. Of course, the bewitching mutant lady had few concerns for the potential plots for revenge, the fading scene of Evelynn leaving the bar abruptly had bothered her to an extent…
It was already pitched dark when the lady in blue bolted through the wooden door and exited her way from the bar. She stood directly on the 'welcome' carpet, her face seething with rage as she recalled the bet placed by her against her good friend, crush to be honest. A few seconds allowed the woman covered in spikes to cool down and rethink the earlier conversation between them.
The woman sighed. She did not expect to throw her temper against someone she knew very well, even if it's a stranger, she ought to keep herself in check. Challenging someone with a silly bet, seemed foolish huh? Should she go back and hung her head down in defeat, apologising? Nope. Or should she continue to stand in front of the entrance, waiting for her friend to pick her up instead. That option seemed crappy too…
Evelynn sighed again and began to stagger across the streets in a zig-zag fashion, unbalance and uneven steps clearly showed nearby pedestrians that she was already in her drunken stupor. The Widow Maker finally made to other side of the road, thudding to the floor in an unfashionably manner. As she gazed at the night skies, she witnessed the night screen filling the vastness with its dark whimsical clouds, obscuring and denying the potential sights on the luminous and scintillating stars beaming its radiance to their watchers. The clouds already forming up in a partial canopy, indicating the arrivals of the incoming storm.
"It's going to rain, huh?" Evelynn asked herself as she struggled to make herself sit with ease. She spun her head and surveyed every shop she could she; clattered with dusts and wooden boards were the evidence to prove the city's abandonment and isolation, only the popular bar store keeping the dreams of surviving alive.
She clutched her spiked cover firmly, feeling her wavering heart diminishing at a rate similar to the number of abandoned shops flogging the whole town. With a half-drunk bottle of ale in her hand, she threw away the cap and swallowed the contents, hoping the liquor could dissipate any troubles her brain had conjured so far.
Elise…that fool… Always endangering the inhabitants of the Shadow Isles by bringing large groups of wearily visitors to the sacred and legendary area, unknown to ordinary mortals. She would always carried out her own extravagant party, setting up her ideal atmosphere and toying mercilessly with her preys. Well, not that Evelynn had a huge problem with her comrades feasting on the innocent trespassers, but having a large number is always prone to huge mistakes and risks. One or two might escaped successfully without being noticed, and they would travel back to their own town and spreading all the ills and horrors the mysterious island could offer. And indeed, one of the villagers managed to live after the gloating Spider Queen and her spider lings had reassure that none of them survived. Fortunately, Elise managed to grab hold of that pesky escapee and convinced her not to run through the magical wisps of spells.
"Whew…" Evelynn let out a satisficed sigh momentarily, before her indigo eyebrows began to burrow deeply as the Widow Maker began to frown.
Fortunately? That's not the right word to use! The girl Elise caught has not even kick the bucket till this day. The Spider Queen always confirmed especially in her annoying almighty stance, to her and the other prowlers in the Isles that no one had ever breathe through a single word that night.
However, underlings and spies of Evelynn managed to inform their matron that the maiden wasn't struck by her death spell by the Spider, but rather a mixture of charm and lusty spells along with the sweet talks. Even as Evelynn recalled on this throbbing matter, that girl could still now be dressing in those enticing girdles, dancing around the laps of her lust-driven master.
How infuriating. Evelynn has never without fail, painstakingly advised her friend to beware of what kind of dangers would lay ahead should she continue to spare the girl's life, much to the chagrin of the Shadow Isles' inhabitants that have known of the Spider Queen's embarrassing secret.
And then… then… Evelynn paused as she lowered her head to her knees, sulking at the previous conversation between the spider and herself. The Widow Maker will never fully analyse and understand the mind of her crush, the fickleness and shrouded thoughts of Elise sent Evelynn into a state of torpor from constant guessing. Sometimes, Elise would warm up to her and spoke really intimate words into her ears. An example would be the earlier interactions in the bar, the constant stroking on Eve's thighs made the spiked armour woman froze in her tracks, blushes of indicated embarrassment made her forget whatever she was going to say and instantly forgive any mistakes her crush had commit. And then sometimes, Elise would pretend she had done absolutely nothing on the previous days, namely teasing and flirting her friend sexually till her heart was whizzed away and captured by the spider. Just when Eve was about to relent and confided her deepest secrets, the scatterbrain and childminded Elise would cheekily ran off to her own personal quarters, without giving two hoots about her distressed admirer, just to spend time with her captured slave on the bed. The laughter and moans from the other side of the door shook Evelynn to a pang of jealousy, pain and confusion.
"Haiz…" Evelynn stood up slowly and steadied herself, confirming she was sober enough to walk without staggering like a total drunkard. Chunking the ale into the waste bin, she began to trail on the dusty and isolated footpath, occasionally wondering if Elise could just stop her usual flings and get over to her seriously.
Maybe Elise was just trying to get her attention by injecting jealousy to the Widow Maker. Maybe Elise would eventually get bored of her toy and tossed her away like a broken doll. Maybe Elise would finally reveal her true feelings to the Widow Maker, enabling Evelynn to reciprocate and lifting the burden load away from her heart for the first time. Just maybe…
Boom! Thunders roaring with its deafening sounds across the darken skies, followed by the next series of lightning stretching across the looming clouds, giving the watchers an illuminating and warning glare at the same time. Evelynn was unfazed by the terrifying noise, staring at the blackish skies with a blank look on her face. If only Elise could heed her advice… Hurry up and silence the girl before she has any opportunity to break free of her trances and uncovering things that are meant not be revealed.
Evelynn recalled the bet she had made against Elise. The Widow Maker admitted on her own that her brain wasn't making the right calls when her untamed heart lead the way, blurting out silly things on the brink of outburst. But with a clear consideration several minutes later, the bet could be the most effective way to pull Elise back from her usual womanizing habits and her childlike behaviours, correcting her appropriately so that the Spider Queen will be once again respected by fellow comrades and inhabitants of the Shadow Isles. The only problem was… Finding someone that is willing to be totally submitted to her, combining with infinite the ways of sex techniques Evelynn could ever think of.
Evelynn bent around the corner of the streets when her keen elfish ears detected foreign sounds. Strange. Few people would lurk in the streets at such wee hours, and the oncoming arrival of the thunderstorm further reduced the possibility to a single digit. Whatever it is, the sounds perked the curiosity of the vampire clattered in spikes. Somehow she had to creep closer and identify the sources of those sounds.
Hoarse and faint. There were even distinctive differences in the tone and volume within those sounds, at least 3 of them. The first one was monotonous and freed of emotions. The tone was even throughout the whole minute, even seconds of pauses did not change the way the person was speaking.
The second sound intrigued Evelynn as her ears perked to the side for maximum eavesdrop effectiveness, to the extent it almost jutted the bluish woman in surprise. It was rather awful and loud, booming at an irritating volume of decibels whenever a chance was permitted. Listening a full minute of this type of voice can drive any listeners mad and head throbbing.
The last voice was unique, perhaps something that Evelynn had never listened before. It was quiet and calm initially, but unlike the first one, it variated whenever appropriately. Sometimes it was cool and collected, and then occasionally hardened up with increasing speed between words from the mouth. Evelynn could tell that the person was definitely concerned for whatever reasons the three were talking about.
Most of the voices were unfortunately muffled by the clapping thunders, but if Evelynn could sneak just at the end of the pillar, perhaps she could not just listen to her own desires but marking out their appearances with her gleaming eyes. Crouching on the ground with a lethal and assassin-like stance, the spiked woman tilted her head and glanced at the three people who were voicing those strange sounds.
Just as she expected; three strangers sitting on the rusted benches of the abandoned café. Their appearances were true to their voices, as all of them were different looking in terms of their sizes and body languages. However, one distinctive similarity between the three men were the equipment they were wearing and bringing. Long and well covered boots, pants stuffed with knives straddling around their waists. Long rifles were even placed along the other end of the bench. Soldiers? Or perhaps mercenaries.
An old man sitting with his hands together on the table, wearing an oversize fedora and a suit. A long cane was placed right beside him. The next person was rather gruff looking and intimidating. He was rather stocked and beefy, like a bodybuilder of sort. His actions were rather uncivilized, however. His large arms were constantly on his hips, blaring out in a nasty tone to the third person beside him, but retaining a timid or rather respectful voice towards the old man. Perhaps the senior is his superior.
The third person was in contrast with those earlier ones. His head was covered by a hood unlike those two. His body was rather slim and curvy… And the way he sat; half of the butt was on the table, with a slender leg over the other. The feminine stranger bent his body towards the annoyed looking grunt, accentuated the hips Evelynn could ever dream about. Curvaceous to a degree that rivalled her crush, Elise's hips. And now he was bending down, lowering his head as he was trying to utter a secret to the old man. A hump began to form on his chest downwards. Wait, are those things breasts?! Or just armours?
Thunders began to seize momentarily and for once, Evelynn could free the limits on her sense of hearing, akin to an earhole completely removed of unwanted boogers.
"Are you sure the information you received is accurate? I do not hope that it might mislead us into doing something inappropriate, like falling into a death trap laid by those bastard enemies of ours." The old man spoke in a careful tone, after hearing whatever the feminine man has told.
What enemies? Who are these people in the first place?
"Yes, Lord Dave. I have gathered all the informants I could find throughout our regions, and they spoke the same thing."
Argh! The returned of the sultry yet confident tone drove the eavesdropping Evelynn mad. That voice, baring similar resemblances to Elise's. The Widow Maker sincerely hoped that person was an alluring and enticing soldier, looks and skills were the perfect combination kind of woman Eve adored. Deep down, Evelynn could already feel her panties drenched by a small pool of excitement as she continued to fantasize things she could already do with "her".
"I will trust you for now, agent Zero. Your expertise in your information gathering and experience in stealth missions is well known in our organization. I will be giving you a chance to execute your plans perfectly. No blunders, and you will be rewarded."
"I will, my lord."
"Oh come on, who is going to trust a lowly rank private. I can even still remember the series of earlier misfortunes in our plans could be that particular agent's undoing." The grunt now butted in their conversations, placing his pinkie into his nose while exerting a disrespectful stare against his feminine partner.
"And who might that be?" The slender mercenary of sort retorted while placing his left leg onto the seat, glaring back with equal intensity of ferociousness in the eyes.
Sounds of irritated growls and bellows filled the atmosphere before the old man finally slammed his hand on the wooden table, the power from the sound instantly curbed the arguments from his subordinates.
"Enough! Stop arguing! Give some respect when I am still here, you imbeciles!" The old man shouted in a commander's tone, effectively silencing the brute soldier and the girlish mercenary in mere seconds. "Zero, you may leave now. I have some words to speak to your section leader."
"See, I have already told you about your significant flaws and weaknesses." The annoying muscle guy sneered.
"Why you bastard…" The slender mercenary lost his cool and hold his section leader by the collar.
"Zero, leave now!" The old man roared with a surprising level of invigorated volume, piercing the skins of those who were spook by him. Evelynn who was eavesdropping the whole time, included.
The latter picked up his equipment and stormed off without turning back once. Finding that listening those two men talking bored her to her grave, Evelynn decided to follow and stalked whichever path the mercenary was taking. Maybe she could milk some information out of this mysterious person, and perhaps figuring the name and origins of this secretly hidden organization.
Evelynn managed to follow her target into the blind alley, while maintaining the distance between them. It was only when the two were at the middle of the lane, when the mercenary began to stop dead in his tracks abruptly. Evelynn didn't expect the sudden halt from her target, causing her to stagger a little bit and shuffled her heels uncomfortably. Damn! She was noticed.
"How long are you going to follow me, stalker?" The mercenary turned back his head and gave a lopsided smile. The ladylike sound still did not fade, Evelynn wondered if that person was actually a man at all.
Evelynn glimpsed at the hands buried deeply in the pockets of her target. Perhaps weapons in there?
"I am sorry about that, ZERO." Evelynn returned a smirk as she emphasized her target's name. True to its effectiveness, the mercenary began to harden his expression and glared at her with murderous intent.
"So you have been listening, you rat." The mercenary didn't give Eve enough preparation as he immediately dashed into the Widow Maker's path, brandishing a shiny blade concealed earlier in the sleeves.
That didn't faze Evelynn however, as the bluish woman dodged every slice and slash with unmatched speed. The mercenary made a low growl before turning for another strategy, this time hovering his footsteps between the slick walls and spinning gracefully like the ultimate skill known as the Death Lotus, performed by the Sinister Blade, Katarina.
However, it was the not the appropriate time to be awe by such pugilistic skills. One of the blades managed to graze Evelynn's shoulders, oozing a small amount of blood as the whole fighting scene began to animate in slow motions. The elfish vampire of the Shadow Isles performed a cartwheel somersault before plunging on the floor with her left knee supporting her from the fall.
"You have some skills, my friend." Evelynn smiled with as she began to breathe heavily.
"You won't be smiling like that when you are in the mercy of my blades." The hooded mercenary continued to dash and executed similar strokes at the Widow Maker, however, this time Evelynn was prepared to use her ultimate technique.
In mere seconds, Evelynn's body began to disintegrate in the eyes of her assailant, until she was no longer visible to anyone's sight. The attacker began to halt in his tracks, frantically whizzing his head around the alley for possible flank and assassination. All the mercenary could hear were the trampling sounds Evelynn made, but they were disorientated and messy, till pin-pointing the exaction location became virtually impossible.
A second lapse of visibility wasn't enough for Zero to dodge, taking in a swift uppercut followed by a chain of swiping kicks. The mercenary immediately tumbled to the floor and groaned in pain, but immediately got up and stared at the empty space again.
"Where are you, coward?!" The assailant blurted out and cried, desperately whizzing his head in fear of another stealth attack.
However, such method of defences were proved rather ineffective as Evelynn rose up at the back of her target, giving no hesitation to choke by wrapping her opponent's neck.
"Here I am, smart mouth!" Evelynn chuckled, choking the life out of the secret agent as her target began to wheeze and gagged in pain. Evelynn then ended the torture by knocking the knee joints of her attacker hard and sent him lying on the hard floor with a loud thud.
After seeing her target lying motionlessly on the ground, Eve decided it's time reveal his or her identity, beginning to walk up and unveiled the hood that covered its owner throughout the whole fight. Evelynn's orbs immediately widen at the sight she was exposed to; a beautifully carved face under the sweaty hood outfit. Long stroke of hair began to flow out fluidly and somehow alluringly. Evelynn ran her fingers against the smooth porcelain-like texture of her assailant's face, the long scar on the forehead was the only thing that distanced the overall appearance from perfection.
Could the mercenary be…?
Evelynn felt her heart thumping fast as she felt her fantasies immediately washing up to the surface of her thoughts. She began to unbutton the cloak and clothes of her attacker without permission, much to the mumbling and chagrin of her half-conscious assailant. With the final armour completely removed, Evelynn's eyes feasted on the scene that cannot be evaded through pure thoughts.
"What are you doing…?" The mercenary began to blush, shifting her body weakly as she gazed at the bluish woman ogling her body in lust.
"Nice rack you have, Lady." Evelynn grinned as her hands begin to touch inappropriate areas, succumbing to the animalistic desire in her heart.
"No…Please don't... I am sorry for underestimating you, please forgive me!" The female mercenary begged with tears flowing out of her eyes, terrorized in fear as she could not imagine what was going to be in for her.
"That's what you get for attacking me. Now hush, my dear. I am going to give you some treatment…" Eve silenced her with a finger to the shaking woman's lips, while at the same time conjuring a dark plasma sphere of magic in her other hand. "Rest well."
Evelynn shot the ghoulish ball through the chest of Agent Zero, the assailant gave a momentarily shriek of shock and pain before passing out and lying on the laps of the Widow Maker.
"Now, time to have some fun…"