A final frosted arrow pierced into the hard Crystal. A purple haze slowly seeped out of the gash before the entire structure exploded in a flash of purple magic. "Victory!" the announcer cheered out.

Ashe smiled at the sound of those words. Going the full match without even being killed once and scoring the winning blow made even the normally humble frost archer's ego soar. It managed to raise even further when she happened to glance at her opponent's mid-laner. Leblanc, the deceiver, one of the most influential and important Noxians to ever exist was having a bad day to say the least. It was taking all of her might just to stand, her hands were occupied with nursing a bloody wound on her torso. With all of her strength devoted to these actions, all her head could do was hang in humiliation. It had been far too long since the illusionist had suffered a true defeat Ashe mused to herself.

"What's wrong Sorcerous? Can your precious Noxus no longer muster up the strength to match the Frelijord?" Ashe didn't like boasting, but she despised Leblanc's dirty politics enough to enjoy making her a little more miserable. After all, she'd caused plenty of suffering for others herself, Ashe reasoned.

Leblanc managed to look up at the archer. Two golden eyes of pure hatred shot through the purple haze directly into Ashe's, and then she did the strangest thing, an action that sent shivers through Ashe's entire body. She smiled.

Ashe sprung upwards in a panic.

"What… what is…? What's this?" she asked trying to catch her breath. She looked around frantically trying to understand the situation. The final moments of the league match were her most recent memories; waking up in a strange place immediately afterwards was obviously quite the shock to her.

"Okay, just what's going on here?" Ashe recited in her mind. Her breathing slowed and her eyes narrowed. "I'm chained up. Fantastic." That was the first thing she noticed as her attempt to stand up had been stopped with a loud clang.

Ashe couldn't see it, but both of her arms were bound together by thick cuffs, attached to the chain that ran between them was another chain that fed directly into the wall. Her legs, which were spread out to both sides of her, feet behind; were in a similar state, with cold iron shackles preventing her from spreading her legs further than maybe a foot, with – of course- another chain connected to the wall.

The only other piece of metal on her was a dim-pink collar place around her neck. Painted on the front was a light blue snowflake symbol. Oddly enough the inside was padded and – to Ashe's great bewilderment – was comfortable.

The next thing she noticed was far more distressing – she was completely naked. The only parts of her skin not showing were those covered by the bindings and her own snow white hair that was not drooping freely over her shoulders and back.

"What…. Is the meaning of this?" Ashe hissed as she looked around the room to find those responsible for her state. She found no one, she was the only occupant of the room. In fact she was the only distinguishing feature of the room. Four cold steel walls, each one blander than the last made up the room and a simple- yet harsh light hung from the ceiling ; nothing more, no doors, no windows, just an angry, chained up, naked Freljordian.

Before the archer could put together any more pieces, one of them revealed itself in the form of a blinding pillar of scarlet light. Ashe briefly made out a shadowed figure before the light's intensity forced her to look away and shut her eyes.

"It's okay, you can look now." A cool, comforting feminine voice told.

Ashe slowly opened her eyes, her gaze still graced with traces of red. As soon as that faded though, she snapped her head forward to see the woman.

Leblanc the deceiver looked down at the archer, smiling.

Ashe's instincts took over, her entire body lurched upwards, ready to strangle the sorcerous, but her binding prevented that, instead she clumsily fell back down to the floor. Ashe quickly overcame her embarrassment and regained her hostile composure, glancing upwards

"Leblanc." The archer sneered. "Where am I? What is t-".

"Shut up." Leblanc overrode Ashe she launched her left foot forward directly into Ashe's stomach. The archer lurched forward as far as the chains allowed. The frost archer gasped for air while Leblanc simply giggled.

"Listen Ashe, I'll make this very simple for you, I have captured you. You will not be getting away from me." She explained in a very plain tone.

Leblanc leaned over, bringing her face down to Ashes' level. Meeting the resentful eyes with a motherly grin.

"And why you ask?" her tone shifted to a softer, more caring tone. "Because I wanted to own you, and now I do. I own you Ashe. You are mine. Starting today, you are my slave." Leblanc smiled again, in an almost friendly manner.

Ashe's head was full of thoughts, phrases, questions, expletives. But the only word that could manage to find its way to the surface through her gritted teeth was one: "what?"

Leblanc's smile disappeared instantly. "Okay, let's try this again." She said with clear irritation. "You. Are. My. Slave. My sex-slave."

That word, "sex" instantly made Ashe's eyes widen.

"Oh." Leblanc exclaimed with a tone befitting a mischievous child. "It seems you understand."

"I-if this is some kind of attempt at… at blackmail." Ashe stammered.

"No little poro, it's not. It's exactly as I said it is." Leblanc quickly responded.

"Y-you're insane." Ashe sputtered, she couldn't hope to win a verbal battle right now, there were to many things running through her mind. All she could do was frantically squirm around and look for something, anything that could give her leverage.

Leblanc just sighed and gave a shrug. "Alright my little poro, it seems this is too much for your first day, so I'll make you a deal. I get a kiss from you and I'll leave you alone for the rest of the night! You can spend that time to get your bearings, come to terms with your situation. And who knows?" Leblanc laughed. "You might even be able to find a way to escape."

Both captive and captor's eyes met each other on that last word. Ashe's response was immediate.

"Fuck you." She smiled confidently.

Leblanc rolled her eyes and lifted her leg backwards. A swift kick connected directly with Ashe's lower face. The archer's face writhed and shook.

"You bitch." She snarled, regaining her composure, in time, it turned out for another high heel to slam into her torso. Ashe's whole body squirmed in pain. The strength in those kicks was comparable to a super-minon's blows she reckoned, except she didn't have armor protecting her now.

"You will NOT use such language when speaking to me." Leblanc stated with authority. "Now. All I'm asking for is a kiss, you let me do that and I'll leave you alone until morning. Does that sound fair?"

"I…can't…" Ashe began, but Leblanc was tired of words.

"You don't have a choice." She coldly interrupted as she moved forward quickly and grabbed Ashe's jaw. Before Ashe could even utter a sound her face was thrust forward into her captor's.

Leblanc wasted little time in pressing her lips against Ashe's. She spent even less time forcefully opening Ashe's mouth, interlocking it with her own, and inserting her tongue. At first it moved about slowly, a gentle wave designed to scan and learn everything about the cavern, but it quickly sped up into a wild, yet focused flail. When Ashe's own tongue thrust back in an attempt to fight it Leblanc teasingly slipped around it.

Ashe shook violently in an attempt to stop this, but she couldn't escape from Leblanc's grasp.

I can't fight this. Her mind told her. All I can do is tough it out and make my move when it's over.

The archer's body slowly loosened up and ceased its movements. Ashe closed her eyes tightly. She couldn't bear to watch this, it was far too humiliating. Her tongue ceased its tantrum and laid down peacefully in place, letting Leblanc's own sweep over it without resistance. The archer's compromise that didn't go unnoticed, Leblanc changed up her movements and began deliberately prodding at Ashe's tongue.

Ashe quickly realized what Leblanc was doing, but paid no mind. She's just trying to provoke a reaction, just let it hap-

Leblanc slid her tongue directly under Ashe's, it coiled around before stopping. It was Ashe's tongue that kept the pair moving, writhing inside her own mouth, passionately moving about the intruder. Before anything else could happen Leblanc pulled her head back, her tongue slowly slid out of Ashe's mouth so as to preserve the fine shiny trail leading from her tongue to ashe's.

Ashe slowly opened her eyes, in time to see Leblanc sit up and wipe her mouth with her sleeve. "That was a very good first start little poro." She cooed. "You get a reward for being so cooperative, as promised I'll leave you alone until morning." She turned her back to ashe and walked towards the wall. A wave of her hand and the harsh red light reappeared. "Be good now." She added before stepping into the light and disappearing.

It had been a few hours, or at least that was Ashe's estimate. She was still in chains, still stuck in a dark room with nothing in it, and to her greatest annoyance, she was still naked. She took in a breath before forcing her arms apart, the chain stretched to its furthest possible length. Ashe held the same position for a minute, never once letting up on the force. The archer's strength was not enough however and ashes' arms fell limp, the chain fell loose, and the cuffs were still fully intact.

Dammit. What's the point of having time to escape if escape is this hard? Well… I suppose that's what Leblanc is going for in the end. But still, there has to be some way I can get out, no prison is escape proof, right?

Ashe scanned the room for what seemed like the hundredth time and came to the same conclusion she had every single time before: There was no way out, even if she could break free of her bindings, there was nowhere to go.

Leblanc get in and out of here through magic, it's hopeless, this "time to myself" was just a sick joke, and I fell for it. To think I let her kiss me… disgusting.

Ashe thought back to Leblanc's actions earlier, how she let herself be used for a reason that turned out to be in vain. Was it worth it? Was it worth letting her do that to me? Was it worth kissing her back? Was it-.

Ashe tensed up and looked blankly at the wall. How could I forget about that? "I… started to kiss her back." WHY!? Why would I do that? I didn't need to do that, she would have given me the same time for just letting it happen! I don't care if she was good at it, I didn't need-.

Ashe's eyes opened wider. She was…. Good at it? Why would I say that? Why would I kiss her back? Why, why?

Ashe wished now more than ever she was free, she wanted to curl up and cry.

=-Author's note: Wow! This is my first attempt at writing and adult fanfiction. I know it's not that good right now, but it was so much fun to write! Feedback is so very much appreciated! Ch. 2 will be up soon after this, I promise there will be more sex later on. Peace!