My eyes blink open, still numb from whatever it was. I wanted to focus on something, but a purple smoke didn't let me. My lungs hurt, and I wanted to cough but all I could was realize my mouth was gagged by some kind of fabric, I wanted to remove it just to realize That my mouth wasn't the only thing strapped. No my arms were hold down to a metal chair as well as my torso, Just my legs were free still bare from the slits of my white dress I wore to the gala. Without thinking, I wanted to move the chair but oh what surprised It didn't move, not even an inch.

"Ah, our little Piltover mouse woke up"

A Voice said, I looked up to see the Purple smoke fade showing a cat like face, Long ears which seem bitten into, Big white eyes and blond eyebrows, He had Blond hair. The man, no Jordle sat right in front of me. I wanted to say something, ask why I'm here, where I am but got reminded that I had a gag in my mouth.

The yourdle just chuckled at my reaction.

"Oh sweet mouse, your not here to argue or ask questions, you're here to answer questions"

He said standing up and walking towards me, Just then I realized That he had no arms, well no flesh ones. He had somewhat robotic arms as well as legs, He was dressed in a white blouse and what looked like a leather vest. He looked ordinarily good for a Yourdle That I suspect is from Zaun. As He stood before me, I needed to tilt my head back to look at him, since he made himself taller with his robotic legs.

"But while we have you here, so nicely Strapped, Why not have some little fun with such a beauty like yourself"

He said while his robotic hand didn't hold the What was it ? A vile of purple liquid, shimmer ?, was laid on my bare thigh. The metal cold on my skin made it twitch with the feeling.

I looked at it before looking up at him in horror, I wanted to tear it away, but the pressure of his hand on my thigh didn't let me. I squirmed and wiggled, trying to get away from the cold feeling. Before my Neck was met with a cold and pressing against it, not strong enough to choke me but enough to show that he could. The vile of shimmer in his pocket

"Stop squirming darling, you will like it, I promise"

He said as His hand on my thigh moved up closer to the inside, sliding under the fabric of my dress. My breath became raged and fast, but it got stuck in my throat as I felt two of the metal fingers against my folds. I jumped as he moved between them. A muffled whine escaping me. He just chuckled before he pulled them up to our faces, showing how they're shining with a thin layer of wetness as he rubs them together

"That eager, are we, little mouse?"

He asks with a grin, tightening his grip around my neck.

As his fingers moved back between my legs, just this time one of them pushed inside. I squirmed, my body wanting to press against it, but my mind wanted to move away. The Feeling of Cold metal is weird but strangely good. He slowly started to press further. I could feel the metal connection between the knuckles inside me. A groan escapes me, loud even with the gag. It made the yourdle grin showing of his teeth. And press his hand against my throat, further making it worse to breath. There was a soft pain from it as the tips of his metal fingers poked into my neck. He started to move his finger first, slow, before he picked up the paste. My Body started to tense, my finger crawling into the armrest's small huffs trying to escape in a shameful way to grasp for air. As he thought time was good, he added another finger, The cold surprising me again. I jumped as his thumb pressed against my clit. A muffled fuck went out of my mouth As the unexpected pleasure came over me. He started to move his fingers first in and out before slowly starting to Scissor inside, His thumb started to slowly circle my clit. My eyes were shut as I tilted my head back, as his fingers moved. The feeling so new but at the same time so fucking good. I tried to move my hips against his movements.

"You're sure you're high society little mouse? You look more like a whore like this"

The yourdle says with a growling, deep tone.

I moaned, Why did I find this good, why was this so fucking good.

His fingers moved clearly looking for something, Fuck he was deep, Before a joint went through my body, I moaned loud shamless, and the yourdle just laughed. He started to target the point, not always hitting it, but when he did my body screamed in pleasure. The movement and time blurred together as tears formed in my eyes, coming closer to the hill. There was a pressure in my abdomen, building up like a wave. As it built up and was close to crashing, He removed the hand around my neck, cut the gag in my mouth, but not slowing his fingers. I moaned loudly, gasping for air as My back arched as much as the rope around my torso allowed me to. As the wave crashed over my body, I came over his fingers.

My eyes were shut, and my head leaned against the chair back, still catching my breath. As a wet hand went to my hair, I pulled my hair back and my eyes opened in a thin slit just to see the yordle take a puff from the purple vile and breathe the smoke in my still open mouth. As I breathed it in I cough, the yordle laughed and let go of my head as I heard a door open and steps.

"What did you do, Smeech?"

A male voice asked. And the yordle laughed.

"I just had some fun, wanted to make sure she was easy to talk to"

He said

"She is all yours Silko"

I heard him say before his steps moved away, and the door was shut.

Fuck

Afterword

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