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Tags: arcane Bondage Broken broken mind Broken Prey Cruel cruelty dehumanization Despair enslavement entrapment exhibitionism Facesitting Forced sex Forniphilia gag gagged hidden hidden sex Hopelessness Human furniture Humiliation implied sex Jayce Jinx arcane League of Legends Mel Medarda mind break muzzle muzzled near-exhibitionism Non-Vore Permanent Entrapment psychological psychological torture public sex public use Skin-Tight slave slavery speech impediment speechless taunting Trapped Uncaring Uncaring Observers Used as toy Vi (Arcane)
“I doubt you will be quick to make yourself useful,” she said evenly, adjusting herself against—no, atop Jinx, her thighs settled on her captive’s face, using her for the cushion she was. “But then, I had your bonds created with that fact in mind, of course. Perhaps in time, you may earn the freedom to be a somewhat more…active participant in the purpose I have found for you.” The rebel let out an involuntary squeal as Mel gently brought her legs together, squeezing her slightly in a gesture that could equally have meant reassurance or dominance.
Would you believe that this story getting a public release on the same day as Arcane's S2 opener was a complete coincidence?
...anyway, go watch Arcane! I mean...maybe don't watch it right now, given that it's a pretty heavy show and this is a pretty heavy time. But it's absolutely worth checking out sooner or later!
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Before she knew it, Penny’s little chat had ended, and she caught the faintly cloying scent of a Spider-Society bathroom slipping in among the fetid fumes of the boy’s lingering fart. Having seen how her counterpart took down his foes so many times, she’d inevitably pieced together that something like this had to be the natural endpoint of the process…but, of course, she couldn’t think of anywhere she would rather be less than sharing his stall when a digested villain was knocking on the back door. As for where she was now…?
The only apt comparison that came to mind was the ninth circle of hell.
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