Katarina looked outside the window, lowering her guard from being in the comfort of her hideout. It was a very quiet and dreary place which she had to stay in; it was so far out of the way that no one would ever bother to wander there. It was a perfect place for her to stay, but it was…

"…Boring."

She knew she needed to take as little risks as possible to be found out before the announcement, but it was one of the most difficult things, having to stay there for such a long time. If it was an assassination, she was a patient as she was deadly, but when the ends didn't end with her blades at the edge of someone throat…

Unable to take it anymore, she grabbed the restraining clothes that covered her well and left through the door.

Shyvana watched as Katarina slid out through the front door, unaware of her presence. She wasn't found of hiding, but she knew it would be well worth the wait. She had chosen the brush that provided the least amount of vision, as she wasn't good at being stealthy and her prey was a trained assassin. She simply hid behind the bush with her rope and waited to hear that front door open. When it did, she peered up cautiously to the sight before her.

She knew she needed to wait for her to get near enough so that she could grab her; overwhelming Katarina once she was in her grasp would be all too easy. She took the necessary precaution, and put her head back in cover of the brush, as she relied on her ears to know when the time was right to pounce.

The soft crunching of leaves was getting closer and closer and Shyvana's heart began to pound; not out of fear, but of excitement and anticipation. She knew she was about to obtain what her heart desired. The things she would do to Katarina, the things she would make Katarina do… and the things Katarina would come to do willingly for her…

Those leaves that crushed under the weight of Katarina's feet were deafening. She waited for a few more seconds… and then acted.

She lept from the brushes, revealing her presence to her prey. Katarina had no time to react, as they were only inches apart from each other when she had charged at her and she had no idea that Shyvana was there. Shyvana tackled her to the ground easily as she began to bind her arms with the rope.

"Get off me!" Katarina yelled, struggling to no avail.

Her pitiful attempts at resisting were… exciting. Shyvana's strength was never met with any resistance, even though it was obvious Katarina was putting strength into her efforts to break free. She was so weak, like a helpless little animal, yet she yelled and clawed as much as she could… clawed, Shyvana pondered the word as though it had a nice ring to it.

"Like a cute little kitty cat I can have all to myself…" Shyvana murmured in a hushed tone, tightening the rope around Katarina's hands so they would stop moving around.

"Ahh! Stop, I'm not doing anything wrong" Katarina yelled, her voice changed slightly at the sudden tightness around her wrists.

"And I'm not tying you up right now. Nice to know", Shyvana responded half-heartedly, more focused on bringing the rope down to her legs.

"I'm here because of private official business that Jarvan the 4th approved!"

"Mhm", Shyvana nodded absentmindedly, getting Katarina's feet bound as she moved upwards…

"No, I'm telling th-Eep!?" Katarina yelped in response to the sudden sensation.

Shyvana had moved the rope down Katarina's shoulders in between her breasts. She then tied a knot and moved the rope between her crotch and her ass.

"Wh-Wh-What the hell are you doing!?" Katarina yelled, becoming flustered at the unexpected way she was being tied.

"Hmm? I'm tying you up of course." Shyvana replied as-a-matter-of-factly while continuing to loop the rope around Katarina's most sensitive areas.

"Y-yeah but why in this way… No wait, I shouldn't even be-Wah!?"

Katarina squirmed a little as she started to become restless again, causing the knot to dig into her womanhood.

"See, Isn't the best way to make sure a prisoner doesn't move?" Shyvana asked in a joking tone, enjoying the sight of Katarina's distress.

"W-well, I knew Demacians were different, but to capture someone in this way…" Katarina mumbled, looking down at Shyvana's handiwork. She appeared to have completely misunderstood Shyvana's words as a Demacian's way of thinking.

"I should be clear about this so there's no misunderstandings-", Shyvana said as she looped the rope over and under Katarina's bust, "But I'm not capturing you for Demacia. I'm capturing you for myself."

Katarina looked at Shyvana, confused and asked, "What are you saying…?"

Shyvana tightened the rope and Katarina let out a strained sigh, mixed with something pleasant sounding, and stared down at her. She saw her, confused, but still resilient, even though she was unable to resist her strength. She knew that what was in front of her now would be completely changed… moulded into something of her liking. As that thought sent shivers down Shyvana's spine, she answered the question, setting into motion something she couldn't stop.

"You… are going to be my sex slave whether you want to or not…"

Katarina kept yelling at her, asking pointless questions as she was dragged back to the hideout she had just recently left. She tried to futilely struggle, but every time she did, the knot near her lower regions only rubbed just as hard as she was trying to loosen the ropes. She had no way of resisting left except her voice, so she continued to yell on deaf ears as she was carried to the basement of her hideout.

"If this isn't an arrest, then you're committing a crime-"

"What a model citizen of Demacia you are, informing others of their crimes. Would you prefer to be arrested?" Shyvana asked, calling her bluff.

"My being here was approved by Jarvan-"

"So if I bring you in, then naturally the local officers will clear up this misunderstanding?"

Katarina bit her tongue in frustration. Her being there was a secret known to Jarvan and whoever he confided in with this important matter. There wasn't any way for any low ranking officer to know about it and even if she was saved by Jarvan, it would taint his influence before he would have the chance to bring the truth of Kalamanda to light. She had no choice but to keep silent and endure what was coming.

"Much better, I'd prefer things other than complaints to come out of your mouth." Shyvana said.

"…Like what?" Katarina asked, worried by the odd actions of Shyvana.

"Many things" Shyvana responded vaguely.

The basement had a bed tucked away in the rightmost corner where Katarina slept in the comfort of darkness. There were no windows and much of it was a vast space with nothing but a rug and candles.

"Not the type of place I'd imagine a princess would sleep." Shyvana noted, putting Katarina on the ground as she lit a candle.

"I didn't imagine you were a pervert, but reality is stranger than fiction." Katarina joked weakly, accepting she had no escape at the moment.

Shyvana didn't respond. Instead, she walked over to Katarina and untied parts of the rope.

"Change your mind?" Katarina asked, sounding hopeful.

Still focusing on the rope, Shyvana took the slack she had just made and started tying the rope again. Katarina let out a soft sigh as Shyvana tightened the rope again and made it take another shape. When she was finished, she grabbed the cloak Katarina was wearing and tore it off piece by piece.

"Hey! What are you-"

"I'm getting impatient and this is in the way. I don't want it to cover your body." Shyvana said, honestly voicing what she wanted.

"You're going to let me keep my other clothes though… right?" Katarina asked.

"You're going to take them off yourself." Shyvana stated.

"No I'm not."

"Yes you will, just not now."

Leaving her no room to ask what she meant, Shyvana walked away from Katarina and went upstairs. Alone with nothing but a candle lighting the barren basement, Katarina decided to crawl to where the flame was so she could attempt to burn the rope. When she started to move though, the knot that was even tighter than before, rubbed her crotch hard. She let out a loud moan, as she had moved in one quick motion before her body registered the sensation.

"This… damn knot…!"

She moved again, but the knot dug into her pussy, eating at her resolve. Not only that, but she started to notice the tightness around her breasts and hips. She couldn't see herself well, but it was almost as though she could feel her entire womanly figure… and it was sexy…

Shaking her head to snap herself out of it, she moved again, but the rope continued to pleasure her and she couldn't stop thinking about how she started to feel good from it. The rope traced along every crevice and she could feel how slim her waistline was, how feminine her ass was and how wonderfully beautiful her chest area stuck out…

She collapsed to the floor, taking a break to catch her breath. After all of that… I have to be close to the candle now she thought, preparing to get up to her knees and put the rope to the flame. When she got to her knees though, ignoring the rubbing to focus on what was in front of her…

"…Are you fucking kidding me? This is a joke… right?" Katarina cursed, losing her composure at what she saw.

The candlestick was just as far as it was when she started, even though she was sure she made some distance. She laid back down on the floor and ditched the crawling for a much more appealing idea. She tried rolling her body towards the flame, but even then the rope painfully tugged at her most sensitive areas.

"Ow, what the hell!? Why did it start hurting!?" Katarina yelled in frustration.

It wasn't like when she was crawling. The sideways movement bent her chest one way and the knot felt as though it were trying to rip her pussy to the left.

I made some distance, but I can't do that for long… not to mention I don't know when she'll be back… I can try crawling again, after all it's much more pleasant than rolling and it's not like I'm not moving at all… Katarina thought.

She started crawling again. The pain she experienced just moments earlier was washed away by the pleasure that flooded over her nerves. Every inch she moved she became more aware of her body and how much it craved this feeling… She had started to think about how she never pleasured herself, how much she denied these feelings, this need for a release from the real world…

She continued to crawl, continuing to feed her addiction to that moment. She knew she was wet, but she still continued to crawl for… Hmm , she pondered what she was forgetting, but she didn't think too hard, as she wanted to feel more…

She stretched her body out as much as possible, and as the knot rubbed her pussy another time, she felt her nipples become erect, trying to burst out through her clothes.

"Mmm…"

She was sexy… she never knew how sexy she was, but everywhere the rope touched felt like it squeezed the feminine sex appeal out from her pores. She was horny from just how sexy she was… She had no doubt she could get anyone to fuck her. She also had no doubt that she wanted to be fucked, god she was so hot right now…

"Do you need help?"

Shyvana had returned, or was she always there? Katarina hadn't noticed, and didn't care. She was practically leaking her love juice from her crotch from the need to be satisfied. She nodded in response to Shyvana's question. Shyvana then grabbed the candle and placed it in front of her. Katarina shook her head in sexual frustration.

"No, you don't need help to escape? What on earth do you need help for", Shyvana asked, feigning innocence.

"Y-you know, you have to with eyes like that…" Katarina said, looking directly at the lust displayed on Shyvana's face.

"Beg" Shyvana ordered sternly, no longer taking a joking tone.

Katarina's entire core shuddered when she heard the growl in Shyvana's voice. She was horny, and the key to her release was in the hands of her captor… She was doomed to fail the moment the order was directed to her.

"P-please… fuck me…" Katarina said in a small voice.

"Louder." Shyvana commanded, not budging an inch.

"Please fuck me!" Katarina yelled, almost as though she were ordering Shyvana herself.

"Seems like you still don't know your position" Shyvana said, taking a disliking to the tone Katarina took.

"What the hell, you want it anyways, don't you!? That's why you tied me up and took me-"

"I've had enough for today. I'm going home." Shyvana said, abruptly.

Katarina went quiet and stared up at her. "…T-that's it?"

"You still need time to know your role. I'm sure staying in this basement for an entire day and night till my return will make you know your place." Shyvana said, taking the candle and starting to walk upstairs.

"Wait, no! Don't leave me like this! Not for an entire-"

Shyvana paid no heed to her begging at that moment. She was surprised that the rope had such an effect on Katarina, but she still had a will of her own… to some degree. She also knew that if the rope had such an effect on her and if she left her alone without any ways to completely satisfy herself, then she would most likely do anything to make Shyvana stay.

Completely up the stairs, Shyvana put out the candle and placed it on a near table. She then went out the door and locked it with the keys she procured from Katarina's person. As she walked away from the house she thought to herself.

How far can I corrupt her in a week?