I did write a League of Legends hanging short story three years ago. The League general on /tg/ promised me a skin for it, and naturally, I never got anything. I can post it here, although reading myself from the past is a little embarrassing, but maybe someone will enjoy it.
Hanging / F/F / League of Legends (Riven x Jinx) / Feet / Con
Riven raised an annoyed eyebrow at Jinx, who was measuring herself against the length of rope. It was bad enough that Jinx had decided to delay the scheduled executions by playing around, now she’d come up with some insane idea and wouldn’t stop going on about it. The two of them were given the task of executing the female prisoners as they were being delivered, and they’d get some gold for each one - the problem wasn’t the prisoners, however. Riven had no trouble taking care of each of the girls quickly, and would be decently efficient if not for Jinx and her endless jokes, distractions and moronic ideas. That latest one was especially bad, they had a row of girls lined up for the rope and the Jinx had come up with this item, the Guardian Angel or something…
“So how exactly is this supposed to work?” Riven asked.
Jinx tossed up her hands, making her pigtails bounce off in random directions. “Check it out! See the glow?”
There was a faint shimmer of light around Jinx’s body. It may have just been the sun, but Riven could sense the magical power and denying it would be pointless. A golden glow surrounding Jinx, making her already pale and skimpily clothed belly shine even more. Riven was fond of the sight, she’d stopped caring about gender quite a while ago, and at this point she’d just go with whatever felt like a nice sight. And Jinx was nice for sure. A small-ish girl, with winding tattoos in all the right places. Maybe a little bit crazy, but there’s no denying the appeal, especially when she exposes her belly button, and that small chest, too.
“Y-yeah, I see it. So what?” Riven said, feeling warmth rush to her face, and some more warmth in between her legs.
Jinx climbed up onto the piece of wooden elevation, next to the row of girls waiting to be hanged. “Well, think about it! The item brings you back to life, right? Right? So I’ve been thinking! See, we keep hanging all these prisoners, it’s only fair I check out what they’re going through, show them there’s nothing to be afraid about!” She stood on tiptoes in front of one of the prisoners, a tall redhead with long legs. Jinx tried to reach up and pat her on the belly, but she could only reach the thigh, so she patted that. “Okay? I’ll go first, and then it’s your turn!” she told the girl. “We’ll make it fair today.”
The girl of course couldn’t respond, as all the prisoners are silenced with a spell when they’re captured. That way the whole procedure goes more smoothly. When there’s no Jinx to mess it up, of course. Riven was getting more and more annoyed at the delay. Nearly all the girls were already tied up, hands behind their backs, ropes around their necks, feet on wooden boxes and the like, ready to be hanged. Five of them like that, and two more waiting for the ropes to be freed up. Now Jinx was adjusting the sixth rope - the final one - to her height.
“You know what?” Riven said, and jumped up onto the wooden platform. “You do that crap on your own time. I’m hungry, so I’m finishing these hangings and taking off before it gets cold.”
Before Jinx could react, Riven was already on the other side of the platform, kicking the stump of wood from under the bare feet of a yordle girl. The rope tightened around her neck, along with the piece of lead tied to her naked body. Yordles were hard to hang by themselves due to the proportions, so they needed some extra weight attached, usually a pair of cuffs around the ankles did the job. They always took the most time to die, too, for some reason. This one was rather muscular, large thighs and butt, a clear outline of her bluish belly. She flexed her body back and forth, the hands behind her back tied by another rope, her fingers moving, trying to clutch at something, but nothing was there. She spasmed, her toes brushing against Riven’s bare shoulder, skin touching skin for a brief moment.
Riven took a step backwards. This hanging would already take enough time without her letting the yordle get some relief by standing on her shoulder. It was as if she’d given the girl some false hope, too, as she was stretching out her legs to the side, feet searching for that bit of fake ground they thought they’d found. Riven didn’t care for playing with the prisoners, it was more Jinx’s style, anyway. Jinx would get bored easily with the routine. Sure, sometimes she’d turn it into something productive, like different methods of executions, but mostly it was a lot of delaying, playing around with the bodies, stuff like that. She sure loved giving them false hope, or as she’d call it, “Making them happy before they go!” which usually meant touching or kissing the girls between their legs. And hell, when they got the occasional boy sent to them, Jinx would sure make that one happy. Yeah, whenever Sejuani had assigned them a boy, Riven would be doing the work of other executions while Jinx would just play with the boy endlessly, with her hands, with her mouth, even her feet… Riven’s batch of prisoners would already be finishing their “Dancies!” as Jinx would call the hangings, and Jinx’s boy would still not even be “dancing” yet, she’d keep playing with him, making him hard by touch and then waiting a while, then trying to make him hard just by showing him her butt, or rubbing her legs on his penis. And since Jinx is so short, she’d have to adjust the rope to lower it enough and make the boy kneel down, just so she could reach his penis. It was usually Riven who’d have to put an end to the fun, put him on a box and kick it out from under him. They were captives for a reason, after all, and the way Jinx treated them was more like paradise. Sooner or later, though, they’d all end up choking and kicking. Usually once Riven tightens the rope and sends them on their way, putting an end to Jinx’s playtime.
Just like she did now, with the yordle girl, already “dancing.”
Jinx ran over and grabbed Riven’s wrist. “Hold on! You know I need you to cut me down after the thing revives me! I can’t do this without you, ya know.”
“Look, the sooner we’re done…” Riven moved over to the next box, ready to kick it.
“The Guardian Angel, I’ll give it to you after!”
Riven stopped. “What?”
“Yeah!” Jinx’s grin was wide. “Help me out, and it’s yours. No joke! It’ll recharge, and you can play with it yourself!”
Well, it’d be useful in battle, that’s for sure… Might even be worth all this delay.
Riven’s hand was already on the next girl’s ankle, ready to yank her off the box. She could feel the girl shaking in fear, though of course she couldn’t say anything due to the silence. It was a black girl, fit and muscular. She looked like she was built for combat. Shame this body would go to waste on a rope, she’d make an excellent soldier. Then again, if that’s the way she faces death, all trembling and with tears in her eyes, perhaps it’s not that much of a waste. Riven just knew how much work it took to maintain a strong body, and to have it go out like this… Annoying.
She took her hand off the black girl’s leg, and the muscles visibly relaxed.
“Fine,” Riven said. “But I get the GA after you’re done.”
Jinx cheered like a schoolgirl. “You won’t regret it!”
“Well?” Riven crossed her arms. “If you’re gonna do this, then start undressing.”
“Oooh? You want me to get naked?”
Riven felt her cheeks flushing again. “It’s not that, you moron. GA or not, you’re gonna make a mess. I’m not washing your clothes. If you can even call these clothes.”
“Hey, good point! I’m excited, let’s do it! The full experience, huh? I’ll be just like these other girls!” She turned to address them while taking off her shoes. “I’ll show you girls there’s nothing to worry about! It’s just a bit of dancing around, then you relax and it’s all over! Well, except maybe for yordles, they take a while, but…” She scratched her head, staring at the yordle girl, still swinging her legs as much as the cuffs would allow. “She’s almost halfway there, let’s cheer her on while she’s fighting! I’ll be joining her soon.”
Jinx dropped her belt, and the ammo bandoliers next to it, beside her shoes. Then she slipped off the piece of pink cloth that covered her butt, and bent over to place it down. She was teasing Riven, no doubt about that, and annoying as it was, the butt was nice. Not round and full like the yordle’s, but small and proportional. Jinx sure knew her own appeal, and the way she paraded it around, she made sure everyone else knew it too. Riven didn’t mind, a nice sight is a nice sight.
“Quit messing around,” Riven said, and pulled the cord for Jinx’s bra, then grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her back into standing position, just as she would a prisoner who slacks around when undressing. “Put on the rope and let’s go.”
She grabbed Jinx under the armpits and lifted her up, then put her down on a box next to the black girl. There was about a head’s worth of a height difference between Riven and Jinx, and Riven was much stronger too. Not that Jinx was that heavy, either.
“You’re not completely naked,” Riven pointed out. Jinx seemed to have forgotten to take off her pink stocking, the one she wore on just one leg for whatever reason. “Here, I’ll-”
“No, leave it!” Jinx said. “That’s part of the challenge. I wonder if I can pull it off while I’m swinging!”
So there’s a challenge now? Well, Riven was in it now, no backing out at this point. And she wanted that GA.
She took a step back to have look at Jinx.
The girl was cute, there’s no denying that, and even though she had a way of acting like a brat, there was something womanly about her at times, somewhere there beneath all the crazy. Riven guessed it was the sex appeal, the playfulness. Jinx looked somehow exposed, even though her clothes barely counted as clothes anyway, seeing her pink nipples, and the faint outline of her small boobs… the warm feeling between Riven’s legs was back. She’d been working with Jinx for a while, not really friends yet, but potentially, maybe. It’d be a shame to ruin the professional relationship with dirty thoughts, but no shame in looking, either. Jinx had a bit of trimmed blue hair above her pussy. Weird how clean and taken care of she was despite the crazy. Riven felt she’d start blushing again if she were to keep staring, so she went around and pulled free the ties on Jinx’s hair, then ran her fingers through the pigtails to let the hair flow freely.
“You sure about this?” Riven asked quietly, her hand touching Jinx’s leg. Was she concerned for Jinx? No way. She wouldn’t be… Would she? She wasn’t sure.
“Hell yeah! It’ll be fun,” Jinx said, raising both hands, making a peace sign. She grabbed the rope and slipped her head through it, adjusted her long blue hair to fall on her back, then tightened it around her throat. “Oooh, I’m so excited! The aura will bring me back, so there’s nothing to worry about, we can just enjoy it. Here, check this out! My heart is thumping so much!” She reached out and grabbed Riven’s hand, and pulled it up across her body before holding it up to her chest.
As Riven’s hand slid across Jinx’s body, she felt the material of her stocking, then her soft skin, the brush of the bit of hair above her pussy, then the flat of her belly, harder from the muscle tension, and finally a cold and perked up nipple. And then the thump, thump, thump. Jinx was shaky with excitement, so much that she couldn’t hold still, but kept shifting around from leg to leg. It was like her body couldn’t wait to experience dying. Her nipples were hard, and the heartbeat could be felt clearly through the touch.
Riven prepared to kick the box, but Jinx nudged her away with the socked foot. “I’ll jump myself! Can you also hang the girl next to me? I wonder if I can last longer than her!”
“Anything that’ll get you to finish this already,” Riven said, shaking her head, and put her leg on the black girl’s box. She saw the girl’s muscles tense again in anticipation. She wasn’t as excited to die as Jinx was, that’s for sure. Probably for the lack of a revive. “Well, do it already.”
“Here I come!” Jinx put her arms on her hips, moved her ass back, then forward, and kicked the box out from under herself with way more force and excitement than necessary. Riven matched it with a kick of her own, sending the black girl into a swing as well. Both ropes straightened out together, both bodies swung against one another and bounced. The black girl’s face was desperate, mouth gasping for air as her body twisted with her hands bound behind her back, unable to get free. She kept trying anything to get free, moving her shoulder, bending her legs and kicking, reaching out for any semblance of touch, but all she could reach was Jinx’s body.
Jinx was actively trying to get the stocking off her leg with the other leg, but she couldn’t see, as the rope had locked her head looking forward and up at a slanted angle. Her head was already blue from lack of oxygen, but she had a determined expression, one eye closed, as though she was doing something that required great focus, like aiming a rifle. Her slim legs kept moving against one another, trying to pull that stocking off. It was pretty close, but soon she couldn’t control her legs to that degree anymore as the pain set in.
Riven sighed, then called out to the other two girls waiting to be executed, the ones without ropes yet due to lack of places. “Gonna need some help here, so grab the bucket and come.”
The girls were holding the yordle girl by the ankles, waiting for her to finally die - Riven often used the remaining executees to help clean up after the ones currently being hanged. These two were supposed to hold down the yordle girl, open her legs once she begins to relax, and make sure she doesn’t make a mess on the platform, but it seemed like she’d still be dying for a while, so no use disturbing her as she focuses on that.
The two naked girls walked over, both of similar height, brown-haired and brown-eyed, likely sisters. One of them was holding a bucket.
“All right, so here’s the deal,” Riven said. “Because my friend is messing around, there’s not enough space to hang you both at once, so you’ll help me deal with this, and then the ropes should free up so one of you can swing. You make sure this one doesn’t make a mess when she dies, it seems like she’s pretty close to over already,” She pointed at the black girl, whose body was no longer kicking, and instead starting to spasm. Then, Riven addressed the other sister. “You grab another bucket and help out with my friend.”
The yordle girl had finally let go, it seemed, and no one was around with a bucket, which was fine, since she only peed herself. Her fingers and toes were still twitching every so often, but the dance was over, and her mouth hung open with her reddish tongue out, eyes closed. The thing about yordles, you don’t see much difference in their faces when they’re hung, since they’re already purple. Cleaning her up should be fast enough, the worst part was over for that one already. Their fingers and toes looked funny when they twitched, since they were so big, and the twitches were slow, they looked like deliberate movements. Jinx liked to play with the yordle bodies, they always twitched and shook when touched, and could orgasm sometimes even when seemingly dead. They’d just react to touch, and off they’d go, coming, sometimes more than once, limbs shaking, toes moving, their backs arcing.
As for Jinx, the fun and determination were slowly going away. Riven walked up and pulled off the stocking completely, so that it didn’t distract Jinx as she fought. Her eyes were wide open now, and she sounded as though she was trying to say something, but Riven only heard silent choking and short gasps through her mouth, wide open. One of Jinx’s arms was by her side, the other at her neck, delicately touching the rope, but not pulling at it. Her legs were swinging every so often. It seemed as though she was trying to control herself, calm the spasms of her body, but it was getting harder and harder. The other sister showed up with a bucket, looking curious as she observed Jinx. She obviously didn’t know when Jinx was going to pee herself. Jinx was fighting and fighting well, controlling her dying body, trying to calm the spasms and twitching, trying not to grip or look like she’s losing. But she was slowly losing, no one won against the rope.
Jinx’s body started to shake and spasm more and more, and she was no longer just touching the rope, she was pulling it, and her legs started kicking, left and right, bumping against the black girl who was already limp, and Jinx’s toes were spread wide in a grip of muscle tension, her legs already being opened by the other sister, but still struggling a bit against it, as if she didn’t want to be exposed like that, as if she wanted to keep fighting, keep showing signs of life. The sister was expecting Jinx to let go, so she help up the bucket to her pussy, but Riven’s been doing this enough times to know that Jinx wasn’t there yet, and that opening the black girl’s legs wasn’t necessary either, as she wouldn’t pee or do anything else - some of them just died cleanly and quickly.
But even though Jinx was no longer calm, her nipples still looked hard, and her clitoris became larger. Jinx was nearing the breaking point, a few minutes, maybe less, and she’d be dead. She wouldn’t remember the very end, Riven knew how GA worked, the last moments are erased, so…
What’s the harm?
She reached out and touched Jinx’s stomach. It was moving up and down, gasping for air, but the squeezed neck didn’t let much air through, not enough to survive, just enough to dance for a while. Riven ran her hand over Jinx’s nipples, touched them, played with them. Jinx’s chest moved, as if away from the touch…Riven’s hand pursued it, played with each nipple, then moved the hand down and lightly pinched her clit, and the body spasmed again. As she touched it, the body responded. Jinx may as well not have been conscious, but the body’s automated response was that little spasm, the tensing and hardening of her stomach muscles, curling of toes, as if Riven was in control of Jinx’s dying body and the last of its feelings, squeezing out the last twitches.
Riven whistled for the sisters. “You, hold her leg like this,” and she tucked Jinx’s leg under the girl’s shoulder, for her to hold with both hands. “And you,” She pointed to the other sister.
Riven remembered what Jinx had called it - “making them happy before they go.”
“Kiss her between her legs,” Riven said, “Till she stops moving. Try to be gentle, she’s dying.”
The girl hesitated, but leaned in, put her hands softly on Jinx’s belly and did what Riven asked. At the same time, Riven positioned herself behind Jinx and held the other leg opened, holding Jinx’s body down with the other hand, palm over her nipples, squeezing them.
These were the last moments. The Guardian Angel’s aura created a spiral above Jinx, indicating that her life was in danger.
Riven could feel all of Jinx’s body’s reactions, her final moments. Jinx’s reddish hands and feet twitched. Her entire body began to shudder, only reacting to Riven’s pinches, and the licking between Jinx’s legs, as if it couldn’t help but come even though it was dying. Riven was surprised how well she could predict the moment of death, she knew it was coming, so she pulled the girl away from Jinx’s pussy, noticing the little saliva trail coming from the girl’s lips to jinx’s shuddering pussy.
Riven had the girl hold up the bucket at exactly the moment of death, and final orgasm. There was one final shudder, and then Jinx’s entire body tensed, one last time, and began to gradually relax, the muscles soften, the creases of tension on her belly flattening. Riven placed Jinx’s other leg on the shoulder of the other sister, then reached out and opened the flaps of Jinx’s pussy, and a streak of fluid shot out, then stopped, and then another, smaller one, and then the muscles just couldn’t keep up and let go completely, with the last streak being her body’s last effort to stay alive.
“Let’s get her down, she’s about to revive,” Riven said, and let Jinx’s legs hang limp, then stepped back for just a moment to look at her. She was limp, hanging, body in a straight line, her legs together, hands at her sides. She ran her fingers down Jinx’s pink feet, reddish heels. Her feet were soft and warm, but had no reaction to touch. Her mouth was closed, and so were her eyes. Her face was blue as her tattoos.
The GA aura began to seep back into her, just as one of the sisters had let Jinx down from the rope. Riven let the still limp body drop into her arms, and placed it on the wooden floor. And then, before Jinx would wake up, Riven decided to quickly kiss her. She pressed her lips to Jinx’s, and felt her limp tongue against her own, and her saliva, a sweet taste. Then she backed off, blushing, and crossed her arms, waiting for the GA to bring her back.
Meanwhile, the sisters had let down the black girl and the yordle next to the other bodies, and took their places at the rope, waiting to be hung. Not as excited, but one of them looked determined enough.
Riven sighed. Still a lot of work to do, huh… Well, better get to it, then. She began tying the sisters’ hands behind their backs.
Soon, Jinx was sitting up, breathing heavily, the magic of the GA dissipating as it began its long cooldown.
“Was it fun?” Riven asked, still busy with the rope around one of the girls’ wrists. It was supposed to be a rhetorical question, but…
“Hell yeah!” Jinx said, fists raised. “That was great! So did I win? Tell me, did I win?!”
“You didn’t get the sock, but I guess you outlasted the cowardly one,” Riven said. “The item’s mine, though. As we agreed?”
“Yeah, sure, whatever!” Jinx said, stumbling over one of the shoes.
“Maybe you should lay down. I’ll hang them quickly, we’ll clean up later.” She nodded at Jinx. “You’ve had enough fun for one day.”
As Jinx was fumbling with her clothes, Riven managed to finish setting up the ropes. “Well,” she addressed the prisoner, one of the sisters. “Hold tight, honey, here it comes. It’ll be quick. Quicker than the yordle at least.”
And she kicked the box from under her feet. Then proceeded to the next one.
“You’re her sis? Well, at least you’re leaving together. You can see which one of you holds on for longer. Ready? Here it goes.”
And she sent her off.
The next one, the tall redhead. “You’ve had a bit of a delay, but it’s all over now. I hope you’re ready. If you can, try not to piss yourself, there’s only one of me, and so many of you hanging at once already.”
As she was finishing the job for today, Riven kept wondering… If she were ever to be caught, she’d surely be executed for her own crimes. Would it be so bad to try out the GA on the old guillotine Sejuani had? It wouldn’t be a real death, but at least she could disspel any doubts… See if that death is as bad as it sounds. Maybe Jinx could get her head, and let her see her own spasming body after a beheading… See what kind of a show she’d put on for the crowds back home, if she were ever beheaded.
As the hanging girls kicked, Riven kept thinking. Honestly, teaming up with Sej for the time being wasn’t so bad. And Jinx was fun to work with, even if annoying.
But kind of cute.