Violent Laughter

After following a dwindling trail of evidence, Vi's hunt for the Piltover Bank Robbers came to an end when the clues she'd been following took her to an old, decrepit mansion. The building looked to be over a century passed it's better years, bricks and rubble lying about the outer walls, vines and shrubbery having long since grown over the threshold. Cautiously making her way inside, Vi kept her hextech gauntlets at the ready, primed and set to smash anyone that wanted to resist arrest, not that she planned on asking if they'd come quietly anyway.

"Come on out!" Vi called as she checked room after room, each opened door revealing nothing but dusty, broken furniture and keepsakes belonging to whoever used to live there. "Come out now and I'll only break your legs!"

Coming to the last unchecked door, Vi took a deep breath, sure that someone would be waiting for her behind it, perhaps even someone that would put up a good fight. Winding up, the Piltover Enforcer took a step forward, throwing her right hand out, the blur of hextech weaponry that was Vi's gauntlet meeting the rotten wood in front of her, the impact tearing the door off it's hinges with a crash, splinters flying every which way as it flew into the room within.

"Huh." A confused and disappointed frown spreading across her face, Vi peered into the emptiness before her, another dead end. "Where the hell..." Just as the pink haired police officer was about to retrace her steps in hopes of finding something she may have missed, she heard a faint sound come from below the floor. Her frown vanishing, replaced by a broad grin, Vi stormed back out into the living room, all but certain where she needed to go. 'Only place I haven't checked where that could be is right-' Grabbing the faded rug sitting in the middle of the floor, Vi threw it back, the secret beneath the frayed cloth revealed to her. '-Here.' A trapdoor had been hidden carefully under the old rug, and from the lack of dust on the wood, Vi could tell it had been used recently. "Gotcha."

Light knifed into the pitch black darkness of the mansion's basement as the trapdoor leading within was thrown wide open. Seconds later, the crunch of boots landing on the cold, hard floor echoed throughout the room as Vi made her entrance. Squinting into the now dimly lit room, Vi could just make out the silhouettes of what looked like the door to a vault and a pile of bags, bags about the size of those filled with gold coins that had been taken from the Piltover Bank.

'Score.' Seeing no movement in the dark, Vi began to walk into the shadow. If the thieves weren't around, she would steal their loot back and then lie in wait for them later. 'This will shut Cait up about all those complaints of use excessive force we've been receiving,' Vi thought with a smirk "Hell, after bringing this much money back, we should-'

Click.

Her attention snapping to the floor beneath her, it only took a split second for Vi's mind to register danger as the floor panel under her foot sank down with an alarming sound. Her mind screaming at her to dive away, Vi jerked her body backwards, but was startled to find her arms pulled taught. "What the-?!" A low hum came from above Vi, and as the unfortunate member of Piltover's finest shifted her gaze above, she came to an abrupt realization that she wasn't going anywhere.

"Shit."

Pulling frantically against the immovable objects her gauntlets had become, Vi strained to wrest her hands free from her the metallic contraptions, but she had become stuck, her weapons unresponsive as they began to lift the struggling woman's arms upward. Above Vi, a massive red magnet trembled, rattling loudly as it fought to pull the woman towards it, it's unrelenting draw slowly overpowering the now helpless Vi. "Rrrgh...Gah!" Letting out a scream of desperation, Vi kicked her legs in a futile display of defiance as she was lifted from the ground, her gauntlets smashing into the magnet above, suspending the kicking officer in the air.

"Surprise!" The room flooding with light as a torch burst into flame, a thin, scantily clad figure leapt out from behind the stacked bags.

"Jinx." Her face contorting into a scowl, Vi glared at the laughing girl before her. "You little bitch."

"D'aww, somebody's a sore loser!" Jinx pointed at Vi with a giggle, "That's right, it's you. I caught you!"

"When I get out of this, I'm going to-"

"Blah blah blah, that's what everybody says!" Rolling her eyes, Jinx wandered back behind the bags, carrying her bizarre, shark shaped rocket launcher back with her. "That is, everybody says that at first!" Giving Vi a sly wink, Jinx went about dragging more than a few of her loot bags forward to pile around her captive.

"What the hell are you doing?" Vi demanded, beginning to feel uneasy. She knew Jinx wouldn't pass up an opportunity to do something nasty to her, and whatever it was she was up to, Vi hoped Cait would find her before things got any worse.

"You'll see in a sec!" Preparations for Jinx's secret plan continued, her rocket launcher ending up propped up against a bag at Vi's feet, her minigun winding up on the opposite side, pushed up close to Vi's rear.

"I don't know what you're planning or what you want," Vi spat, "but you'll get nothing from me."

"Nothing?" Jinx cooed, "Oh, we'll see about that." Her hand sliding along Vi's belt from behind, Jinx caught her off guard, snatching her handcuffs away before Vi could try to hinder her. "Ya see the thing is, I don't want any information from you, or the...whereabouts of your associates or whatever, nothing so cliche!"

"Then why the hell- Wha- Hey!" Vi could feel her cheeks going red from anger and humiliation as Jinx used her own handcuffs to bind her legs together, securing the metal prison around Vi's ankles. "I'll hurt you for this." Vi growled over her shoulder at Jinx.

A soft chuckle coming from behind the helpless woman, Jinx gave Vi's rear a hard smack, earning a flinch from the bound girl as the unexpected blow connected. "Y'know, you sure do talk big for someone who- Who...wait."

Jinx's sudden silence made Vi tense up, bracing herself for something painful, but what came next took the pink haired prisoner completely by surprise. Slender fingers dug into Vi's skin, pinching and prodding the soft flesh of her sides Jinx's wriggling digits finding nothing but nerves. Biting her lip to stifle a squeal, Vi yanked against the gauntlet's holding her aloft, pulling frantically away from Jinx's unexpected attack. "W- wh- what the hell was that?!" Vi blurted, losing her composure for the first time.

"Oh, whew!" Walking around to Vi's front, Jinx let out a sigh of relief. "That would have been aaaawkward if you weren't ticklish!"

"T- ticklish?" Vi stammered, squirming nervously, her confidence and defiant attitude vanishing. "Just what are you planning on doing?" Very few people would dare to test it, considering the express delivery of hextech hammer fist to the face that would come immediately after, and Vi would never ever admit it, but she was wildly ticklish.

"You heard!" Jinx grinned, biting her lip, wiggling her body with excitement as she circled her prey. "I've been waiting for a long time to get ahold of you! And now that I have you here, all handcuffed and helpless...I'm going to tickle you senseless!

And with that, Jinx descended on her screaming victim. Vi's nightmare had only just begun.

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The League of Laughter is back, and as usual, the villains are on the attack! This time it's poor Vi's turn to receive a healthy(?) dose of  unrelenting, inescapable, unbearable, merciless tickle torture!

Bet y'all didn't know that. Vi is tough as nails, but she has those big hands to keep people at a distance for a reason! Under all that attitude and naughty clothing is an extremely ticklish girl. Who would've thunk it.
Art commissioned by You best love it, buddy! I spent over a day of my life on this! Credit for Jinx's alternate weapon modes also goes to Guy's got wicked imagination!

Also, please excuse any typos or mistakes in the story, I wrote it at 2:15 AM, while half asleep. Enjoy!