Part 2 and the second sex scene! This one contains a blowjob, deep-throating, sumata/outer-course and DP. It also contains a whole load of kink because Vayne is an assbeater, not an asstaker and I'm pretty sure no one would have it any other way... I think.
Garen awaited in the pitch black darkness. He had no notion of where he was, how long he had been here for and what he had gotten himself into this time.
The only thing he knew, was absolutely certain of, was that his balls really hurt.
Vayne had led him and Fiora down a series of passageways and corridors. She then proceeded to don a black, dirty cloth bag over Garen's head as she led them both down a long flight of stairs, bruising their hands and knees as they clambered down awkwardly. He could only assume Vayne had led them into the basement.
"What an original place for a torture chamber", Garen mused to himself sarcasticly. He had only his own voice and thoughts to amuse himself as he waited.
He could hear the faint sounds of moaning in the distance. It was Fiora's, he was pretty sure. He was unsure how Fiora and Vayne had ended up in this kinky, perverted relationship, but by god, he did not want to be part of this crazy shit. He longed to somehow escape, but the bindings to the chair he had been propped on held fast, probably falling over from his struggling had it not been chained to the wall. Finally, he heard the familiar creek of an old, rusty door as light poured into the room. He still couldn't see but the black around his eyes had shifted to a more blackish-red as the newfound light tried to pierce through the bag and into his pupils.
Now the fun begins. The type of fun that is had at my expense.
He had already been a recipient of it from Shyvana and was not about to have it done to him again.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, my lovely."
Vayne had taken the bag off his head as she spoke. Garen winced as his eyes adjusted to the sudden change in light. He could see Fiora following behind Vayne, painfully walking on all fours like a diseased dog, red all over, like she had been whipped or lashed at. Her skin was strangely free of bruises, except the one he had given to her on her rear however, and she seemed to be elated with pleasure. It seemed like Vayne was not an actual sadist and that Fiora, somehow, really enjoyed being abused and mistreated.
"I had to discipline Fiora over her embarrassing loss to you. She had promised me earlier that she would win for her mistress."
Vayne peered at her slave with a wicked grin.
"She knows not to break promises."
She turned back to Garen as he fidgeted about in the chair, still bound to it. She stared at him long and hard, seemingly trying to evaluate her new prize. He returned her deathly gaze, no longer afraid of her, but rather disgusted at her. He never figured Vayne would be so dark.
So... grim.
"Do your worst. I'd like to get on with it and forget this ever happened." He kept his eye contact.
Vayne kept hers.
A single "Hmph" broke the silence.
"It seems I have upset you, my pet. If we had more than one night, you'd learn to appreciate your mistress."
She bent over to look him straight in the face, letting him slip a glance at her cleavage and rock-hard nips as she bent over. Her breasts were small but firm, a palatable amount of fat on them. He could easily cup one of her tits in his hand, feeling her nips poke his palm, if he was able move his damn hands that is.
"Maybe you just need to give it more time. A little more thought...perhaps?"
She stood up and stepped closer to him, giving him a closer look at her curvaceous form, clearly able see her cunt, the folds making a vague shape through her suit, her clit poking through the fabric.
He was getting the idea of appreciation.
She sat in his lap now, his cock beginning to harden despite its numbing pain that she had delivered a while ago now. She placed her pussy right on top of it, the barrier of her outfit and his own barring its entrance into the tight hole. She turned her head around as she now whispered into his ear, her voice still cold and cruel as ever.
"Lets play a game. Since you beat my useless little slut over there, I will grant you control over her as reward. You'll find her quite obedient, even after the good spanking you gave her."
His cock grew increasingly harder, pushing deeper and deeper into her slit, trying to pierce through the suit with its blunt tip, the suit refusing to give in. He could feel her hot, runny, lube seeping between the fabric and onto his trousers. She had began grinding ever so slowly now.
"Since you...somewhat cheated, I'm going to restrain you slightly. You can only come when I say so. You will not spill a single drop on your mistress. You will also listen to me when I speak. Choosing not to will void your proof for Jarvan. I will simply deny everything you say and he will believe me. You know it."
She shifted her now warmed up pussy and grinded Garen's tip into her puckered rear. She felt the warmth of his precum touch her as she felt his now massive tip stretch her hole slightly. She kept her composure.
"If you play along by the rules however..." She moved even closer to Garen's ear now, almost pressing her lips against it.
"I'll tell him what we did myself."
Garen had already his mind up. Her perfect teasing, complete control over the situation and the promise of fucking the shit out of Fiora's stuck-up rosebud was more than enough.
He would play along.
Vayne removed the ball-gag from Fiora's mouth.
"Zank you maîtresse. I'm so zorry maîtresse, please forgive me maîtresse." Fiora's voice was one of complete submission. How Garen would love to plug her stong, thick, accented voicebox with his strong, thick, cock.
"Now's not the time for forgiveness my servant. If you truly want to repent for me, you will start by following your new master. Say Hello to Master Garen."
Fiora looked at Garen with deep hatred. He had taken her pride away from her in the most humiliating way.
She shook her head in defiance.
"Non Merci maître-"
Vayne slapped Fiora across the face with the back of her hand, Fiora's pussy twitching at her own agony.
Garen watched amazed as he saw Fiora enjoy being humiliated so harshly.
"What did you say?"
"B-B-Bonjour, maître Garen" Her thick accent polishing her foreign words. She knew her place.
Garen looked down at Fiora. He felt somewhat immoral for letting her ego be abused by this. It felt soooo damn good at the same time though. Felt so good to see her taken off her high-horse and set in her place.
"Hello Fiora. Sorry about your ass."
Fiora looked up at him with her bright blue eyes. Her face was impossibly smooth, covered in sweat, her skin a ghostly white. Her cut, toned cheeks glowed a cherry red, especially at her upper cheekbones where she blushed. She had a streaks of water mixed with black eye blush running down them, a small smirk on the edge of her luscious, red, lips, finding his snarky apology a little amusing.
"Well, what are you going to have her do first? She's all yours." Vayne had wiped away the tears and sweat off Fiora's face, as if she was presenting her to be sold to a private buyer or at an auction.
"I think a blowjob will do nicely, what do you think Fiora?"
Fiora nodded her head. She crawled to his pants on all fours and started unbuckling, feeling his semi-hard member down his pants.
She gasped. Even Vayne raised an eyebrow.
Little Garen had been unleashed and he was angry.
"Why are you so surprised Fiora? I thought you and Garen had a little, former "engagement"?"
"I did not ze his...magnificent instrument. I was too abzorbed in my pride to even look at Gar...M-Masters cock as he graced me weeth it." Garen chuckled. The irony.
"Now you know better, don't you pet. You see how your pride blinds you my slut? Now suck on it like you mean it," Vayne had began slowly taking her off her own gear. Ever so slowly.
Fiora grabbed Garen's pipe as she licked it slowly from ball to tip, as if gauging its length, finishing with a satisfying lip smack. She was beginning to grin, a satisfying one at that. He felt her vice-tight lips consume half his shaft in one ferocious gulp.
Damn, she's hungry.
Fiora quickly started to move up and down his cock, keeping a steady pace. Her lips were so incredibly tight, her tongue massaging the underside of his cock beast, her one hand on the bottom half of his shaft, gripping it tightly, her other rubbing her clit.
"Cm'on now pet, show master what you can REALLY do."
Fiora released her lips from his meat-stick with a satisfying pop. Her lipstick had made a smear halfway down. She took a few seconds preparing herself, glaring at him with a seductive grin.
"Haaa...are you ready maître?"
Before Garen could get an answer out, she had already engulfed once again on his cock, albeit much more slowly. Slowly she descended, getting to the halfway point where her lipstick had marked on his pole. She passed it, looking up now with her steely eyes, her mouth pouted, her cheeks pushed inwards, reaching for the 3/4 line. Her left hand was pressed on Garen's thigh while her right began fondling Garen's crown jewels.
She kept going. Going. Going. Then stopped.
She had the entire member inside of her now mouth now, the cock starting to make an outline at the tip of her neck. She held it there, not even gagging once, her eyes still fixed onto her masters face. Garen felt a slender finger protude his rectum. He would have furiously objected had he not been transfixed by the white beauty deepthroating his cock. She kept it held there, even as her eyes started to water, the black eyeliner dripping down her pale face. The finger in Garen's ass pushed somewhere it wasn't supposed to and Garen came hard inside Fiora's throat, wave after wave of semen pouring down into her throat, her pussy and legs beginning to quiver frantically, and still she kept her eyes locked onto his face. The last wave of semen pushed down, her quivering down below intensifying as she came. A pool of her ejaculate began to form between her bent legs. Still she held her focus, her mouth still inches deep.
Finally, she slowly pulled back and popped Garen's still thirsty cock out of her mouth. Her chest heaved up and down as she panted, her luscious tits displaying her inverted nips. She didn't even gag or cough once.
Garen was speechless, thoughtless even. His next words seemed to come to his mind almost naturally.
"Good slut." he whispered.
Fiora smiled, displaying her perfect pearly whites. Master was happy.
"Great job sweetie, you make mistress proud."
Vayne turned to Garen.
"That orgasm you had was on the house. Next one you have without my permission and its game over. Got it, "Master"."
He nodded. Vayne was now in her black bra and panties, Her nips showing out the top and her panties dripping wet. She curiously still had her shades on. She now turned back to the mutually shared, cock-devouring cumslut in the middle of the floor.
"You made a mess sweetie. Why don't you clean it up and give master a taste."
Fiora bent over the small puddle she had made...and started lapping it like a kitten, devouring the juice quickly before standing up and moving towards her seated master. Garen watched as Fiora placed his dick between her firm ass cheeks and kissed him affectionately, like he was his lover of many years. Her tongue rolled with his and he could taste her freshly made pussy juice. It was sweet and sticky in texture, almost like honey. She then extracted herself from the kiss and stood back up. She turned around and bent over, shoving her firm rear close to his face.
"Iz thees what you waunt, maître?"
He heard a click as he was finally released from his damned prison of his chair, presumably by Vayne. He stood up and almost stuck his wet dick inside Fiora's tight little rear.
But he stopped.
"What are you waiting for maître?"
She was questioning Garen like she was the boss, her pride and self-worth coming back to her. No, Garen would make her beg to be fucked. It seemed fitting for her. He inserted his dick into the small gap in her thighs, his shaft rubbing against her clit and her folds. He began to move slowly, lubricating his rod with her cum.
"Maître, please, I-I can't H-handle Thees h-here. My p-pussy... ooooh...OOOHHH.."
He kept thrusting his cock up and down her clit, feeling her muscly thighs tighten their grip around his cock as she tried to shy it away from her oversensitive clit. Still he pushed through. In and out. He bent over and began grabbing her supple tits, pulling out her hard nipples from their normally inverted positions.
"Maître, I-I'm going to c-cu-cum."
She felt her pussy about to release its pent up energy from the amount of quivering it was doing. Then he stopped and quickly grabbed her slender hands, restraining her from rubbing her clit.
"I waz about to c-cum." She panted.
She tensed then relaxed her ass cheeks, continuously repeating the cycle, in an effort to orgasm.
"Please let me cum, maître."
Garen waited, and waited, and waited. Her pussy slowly calmed itself down. Then he began again, rubbing back and forth. Her pussy was drenched now, her juices coating his cock well.
"Maître,I b-beg you, let m-me cum. I c-can't h-hold it anymore."
Garen kept going.
"Yeeeees,Ouuuuui,I'm about to-"
The rubbing at her clit had stopped. Her orgasm died down once more.
"WHY. PLEASE. LET ME CUM." He had edged her twice and she was already yearning for it, her pleading worsening the ache in her under region. She looked down and could see his cock head reach just past her navel. She want to feel it that deep.
"Your slave needs more discipline, "Mistress"."
Vayne was impressed. He had caught on so quickly. She was fully naked now and had been masturbating quietly in the corner, her sopping cunt dripping down with her own cum. The nipples on her petite tits were perkier than ever.
"I think you're right. Lay belly first on the ground slut and put your hands on your back. Keep your legs straight and together. I want to see that ass perked nicely."
Fiora immediately did as she was told. She had annoyed mistress AND master. Vayne sat on Fiora's back. She pushed her pussy forward so that it was right on top of Fiora's behind and had Fiora pull her thighs back from underneath them. Her legs made a straight line from side to side, her pussy completely exposed, seeming to be perfectly comfortable in the position. After all she had to be flexible for her job.
"Ok "Master", your mistress wants you to fuck our slaves beautiful cheeks. Lets see how long this thing actually is."
"So you want me to hot dog her and see if I can reach you?" .
"Precisely. That's one way to put it." Vayne was smiling with authentic enthusiasm, the first time Garen had ever seen her smile with some joy.
It took this much.
Wow.
He sat down and placed his rod between Fiora's ass cheeks, glad that he had missed them hugging his cock, squeezing it as she tensed.
"A familiar feeling, right my girl?"
"Oui, maître, it feels so good."
He began moving up with ease, his dick well lubed from Fiora's finest natural lubricant. Vayne gasped as the tip of his dick entered her tight cunt, stretching it.
"Oooohhh" she moaned. Even with just the tip she could feel the beginning of her tunnel stretch with difficulty. It wasn't enough dick to be painful but enough for her to really feel it. She would need this monster inside of her, but knew it would be impossible. Fiora moaned as her rear was stimulated by the friction of the large Demacian dick riding her. How she longed for it to enter her tight,dripping cunt. She really wanted to cum, but the simple stimulation she was receiving wasn't enough. Her breath ragged as she cried from the pleasure and frustration. To make it worse, her masters balls kept hitting the bottom of her vagina every now and then, giving her irreglar spikes of pleasure.
Garen continued his hot dogging, he was about ready to cum at any time, holding off only until he was told to cum. He had began massaging and lightly slapping Fiora's firm, foamy cushions, could hear her moaning from the pain. His patience and will was quickly running thin.
"Yes!" Vayne cried. She wanted his big cock to fill him up. She couldn't let him though. It would break her. She knew with gross disappointment that she would never be able to handle his member. Her pussy juice splashed as Fiora's ass cheeks and Garen's dick slapped into it.
She was nearing orgasm. She had to hold it off. Had to make him stop.
"Cum for me Garen, cum for your mistress!"
Garen was just starting to thrust when he heard Vayne cry her permission to cum. The way he was going he was going to cum on Vayne and that was a big no-no. He wasn't going to throw it all away now.
So he put his cock in the only place that was accessible and safe.
"OOOOOUUUUUUUUUUIIIIIII"
Fiora screamed as a massive object rammed instantly down her ass in a second. The immense pleasure and pain soared through her body as it exited out of her verbally on the other side.
In through one hole and out the other.
Her screaming intensified, as she felt another massive tinge of pain on her ass, as a gigantic, meaty hand smacked her ass hard, this time on her other buttock. Her pussy dribbled as her burning, painful, bruised rear was massaged. Then, to top it all off, a wave of warmth, gooey, blessing entered deep into her ass and filled her up from the inside. Load after load of hot spunk spewed forth into regions she never knew existed in her. She felt heavy hands massage her bruised, burning buttocks the entire time. She was on the literal verge of cumming, a small amount of her cum gushed out and wetting his balls. She was so insanely close and it was driving her crazy, but after it all it just wasn't enough. Her pussy cried for attention, but her ass was getting it instead.
Garen was starting to feel a little woozy now, he felt like he had another load in him before he was done. It was truly a glorious day for the glory of Demacia.
Vayne got off of Fiora, her hands cupped over her cunny as she rubbed it. She wanted what delicious pre-cum Garen had left for her for her own greedy self.
"Don't move my pet, keep the cum in you."
Fiora kept absolutely still.
Vayne grabbed something from the other side of the room, Garen not recognising what it was. It looked like a harness... strapped to a metal dick-shaped object with another smaller penis on the other end.
"What...the...FUCK...is that?"
Vayne smiled. Again. For the second time ever.
"It's called a strap-on. This one is made of silver, for when I need to get rid of lust vampires."
He didn't even want to know. She slotted the harness in place with a wet schlick, moaning as she did it.
"Okay Garen, Lie down on your back, and enjoy the ride."
"WHAT? NO!"
He was about ready to get the fuck out of there. He was not letting the scary small woman anywhere near his crotch again.
"Fiora, for your reward for good effort, ride on Garen whilst I drill your butthole. Chop chop."
Fiora eeped with joy. Finally! Sweet release. Her pussy had died all the way back down now. It'd take some work to get going again but she knew she was going to get it.
"Now lie down Garen, don't worry."
Garen popped his massive member out of Fiora's gaping rear. With his right thumb and index finger he stretched her hole sideways, Fiora moaning all the while. He could see his cum sloshing around like slush, bubbling as her insides squirmed around. He laid down on the solid stone floor as Fiora clambered on top of him, Vayne coming up behind her.
"Fiora my dearest, as an extra treat I'll let you use your favourite position! I'm sure Garen will love it."
Vayne looked at him with a smirk on her face. She still had her spectacles on, like she was ready to dive. To be fair, she was diving into Fiora's abused hole.
"Make sure that she goes all the way down..."
Fiora turned towards Garen, her hungering pussy dripping juice, her anus puckered, holding onto the cum inside. As she was about to sit on his tip she spread her legs slowly apart. Her tight pussy allowed the massive meaty cock to enter inside. It was an almost perfect fit, one so good even Garen let out a gasp. He grabbed her inner thighs and bruised ass as she came down. She was almost at a perfect splits.
"ooooooooooooooh...oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh"
She was pretty deep when she felt a cold metallic object penetrate her ass. She could sense it as it blocked off and plugged the cum sloshing around in her innards.
"Garen, you've really opened her up for me. Maybe I'll call you over for prep at out next session."
"M-maître, I-I would A-Also like this a-a lot. oooohhhh..."
Fiora was nearly all the way down before Garen hit her deepest core, halting. She stopped bracing herself, before she let out a quivering moan as she forced herself just that extra bit deeper, pleasure surging through her, just to please her mistress and master. Garen could feel her cervix pulse against his tip. She now looked down at her navel, noticing the vague outline of Garen's cock deep within her. She touched the outline of his tip with her finger and smiled, as deep as she expected it to be. With another long groan, she grinded her hips a little, more of a her cum gushing out, almost as if she was using it as more lube, her clit now touching Garen's pelvis. She was looking straight at Garen with a satiated smile now, her head directly above him, her hands on either side of his head.
Garen couldn't wait any longer. He began pumping as furiously as he could. Vayne joined in with pleasure.
"OUUIII,YEEESS..."
Her screams became silent.
They kept going, the metal rod and the shaft of Garen squeezing together the small wall of flesh in between their respective holes. He could feel Fiora tighten up even more as she held on for dear life, stopping her rushing orgasm, prolonging the pleasure. Vayne could see the sheen of Garen's cum as it smeared along the long, metallic shaft. She had gripped and pulled apart both of Fiora's ass cheeks.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH, BY THE NIGHT! SILVER OF THE MOON!"
Vayne was the first to give in. She didn't stop her relentless "ass"ault, instead just riding it out along with her orgasm. Her pussy juice flowed slowly, as it streaked down the metal dick in her slit and dripped onto the floor. It was a more viscous white than Fiora's cum, giving a nice creamy look about it. Fiora held on to her orgasm, building it up and up. With each thrust her pleasure intensified by the thousands. Then she simply couldn't take it anymore, after holding on for so long, she let go, and came.
Garen saw Fiora's eyes roll back as she came, her pale face reddening, giving a weak smile. Drool came from her mouth. Out from her quivering pussy a nonstop stream of her ejaculate flowed. It was eternal, like the hoover dam decided to just give up one day and lay waste to all in its path. He came not five seconds after, Fiora still riding her orgasm out. Four, big, fat, white globs, smothered her insides, his cannon greeted by even more massaging by her pussy.
Garen was nodding off to sleep. He was too tired to do anything. Vayne too had collapsed in exhaustion after riding out her own orgasm, popping herself out of the strap on and leaving it in Fiora. She had already fallen fast asleep. He sighed a happy sigh. Fiora had crashed on top of him, her pink streaked hair in his face. He was about to shove her of himself, when she moaned quietly, weakly, protesting to keep the dick deep inside.
Garen slapped her ass with a satisfying thwack, and thrusted one more time into her warm cunny. She moaned again softly, as she squirted a little more in response, this time slowly dribbling down his cock like a small stream down a window. Her lipstick had made a red, sticky mess on Garen's pecks as it mixed with her saliva. Tears of joy dripped down from her cheeks, making faint black streaks down Garen's side as her mascara swirled within the droplets.
He was fast asleep, and he was dreaming the most erotic dreams. Fiora slowly joined him, and somewhere, towards the back of the room, Vayne was having her own.
