The Reality of Discipline - Chapter 2
The road to Noxus was a long one. The journey would span about a week and a half, perhaps even shorter if there was no resistance. Joyously, that was unlikely. Only a few days in, Luxanna overheard loud, obnoxious Noxian chatter about "butchering the last pockets of the Demacian resistance" from the group of soldiers traveling along with them. The chorus of laughter such gossip garnered was bone-chilling, and Lux shivered. She'd kept her gaze away from all of them. Too often, she looked up and caught the creatures, the horrible Noxian soldiers, gazing at her body like she was meat. They saw her, and all Demacians, in that light.
Not all her thoughts were unpleasant. Distant hope simmered in her belly at the news. Sylas, Shyvana, and others were probably alive, too. Sylas would never let Noxus rule his home, surely he would return to free Demacia. Luxanna preferred his and her fellow mages rule to the Noxians. Demacia had not completely broken yet, her noble and prideful people would not give up their freedom, even with their glorious Emperor and heroes dead, not without a fight. Lux wouldn't either. She would not surrender her mind, for her brother's sake, for everyone. If she was alive, one day, she might escape and join the resistance. It was a wonderful thought, but it was surreal, a fantasy more than anything. Banished by the smell of horses, sweat, and the toil of men at war.
Surprisingly, Katarina threw a blanket over her when they settled into the carriage's leather seats. Apparently, Katarina's standing did not mean all that much, though the carriage was large and was for her use only, the actual quality of the carriage was like that of most things from Noxus, pure practicality and no gentleness, the seats stiff and uncomfortable. The nook between driver and the carriage itself had a somewhat comfortable cot, which Katarina had let Luxanna rest on briefly before roughly shaking her awake, never letting her rest too long. That had happened three times, each more disorienting than the last. Lux was exhausted- Katarina preferred her that way for some reason, and the crimson-haired woman insisted on sitting close, their legs just barely touching.
Listening to the sounds of the carriage, a strangely mesmerizing chorus of hoof and quiet chatter between the men and few women, Lux wondered why the blanket had even been granted to her. And why Katarina felt the need to be so close. Was it kindness? She doubted it. The despicable woman made her blood boil. Whenever Lux glanced her way that pretty, scarred face stared back, lips twisted into a sick, knowing grin. She liked when Lux watched her, so, Lux denied her that joy. Even so, the Noxian had Lux exactly where she wanted her. The carriage was a prison.
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"You're hungry," Katarina blurted suddenly. Lux had been staring out the back of the vehicle when the words invaded her peace. She glanced at the redhead, expression peculiar.
"... Yes, I am."
Katarina nodded simply and stood up. She walked to the driver, and spoke some muffled words. Kat returned soon after. "There are some villages along the road ahead. We'll stop there. No doubt, everyone's hungry."
The group stopped at a previously ravaged, and now conquered, village. Already Noxians nobles had laid claim to various sects of land. They had Demacians chained up on the sides of the roads, some men doing paperwork, clearly categorizing the former villagers that were being displaced. Blood seemed to stain the streets and permeate the air. Lux stared in horror as she watched a little boy get ripped from his family, the man handling him shaking him violently to get him to stop fussing, before giving him to hooded figure with a grim aura, and a small line of diverse slaves chained at the ankle. His robe had a familiar violet hem, reminiscent of some clothing she'd seen lately but couldn't remember.
What was happening to her country? She knew. Gods, she knew, and it made her blood run cold.
Katarina seemed unbothered by the horrible display. "Come on, we'll get food at the inn ahead."
Lux had lost her appetite, but when a hot bowl of food was placed in front of her, the sick feeling faded as hunger took its place. She devoured it, swallowing hungrily. It was simple food, but it tasted like heaven. All around her, the Noxian soldiers who followed Katarina ate their fill, quietly conversing. At the moment, they seemed like normal men, yet they resided in the inn of a people they'd conquered. The family running the inn were Noxian, conversing easily with Katarina and the men. It was a half hour into the meal that Lux heard the first true good news.
"'Ere about those damn freedom fighters? Apparently they're putting up quite a fight, led by some Demacian noble, Fiora Something-or-other. "
Fiora was alive?!
"Really? Well, we'll have 'em in no time," the man, one of Kat's, grunted back.
"Hopefully, apparently they've sieged up in that old fortress in the North, surprisingly, no luck after two assaults. Suppose they'll send someone like Lord Darius to handle it?"
Darius, the other Noxian who had tried to purchase her. He seemed even more horrible than Katarina, with his startling dead eyes and his hateful face, the man had seemed hardened, emptied by war. It was good that Fiora was putting up such a resistance, but would it fall if someone like Darius was sent?
Katarina saw her perk up, and stopped eating, eyes narrowing. Lux carefully calmed herself, going back to her own meal. Katarina stared at her, then put a rough hand on her thigh. "Don't get hopeful. Understand me?"
Lux said nothing.
Soon after they went back out into town after everyone was fed. There was a merchant of unknown origin pawning wares at the center of town, mainly women's garments and jewelry. Lux realized it was treasure pillaged from Demacian homes when she inspected some of it, finding precious family heirlooms. The wide smile of the merchant seemed insidious now.
"You'd look good in this," Katarina commented, glaring at a wonderful, rich, blue robe the color of the sky. It was fur-lined, and had a gentle pattern to the fabric. "You'll wear this."
It wasn't an offer, but a demand. Katarina talked the merchant down, palming her dagger's hilts when he tried to get a higher price. Katarina inspected it, and glanced at Lux.
Luxanna couldn't begin to guess what Katarina was thinking with such a gift. Kat wrapped the cloak around her shoulders. It was warm but not quite heavy enough to be burdensome, clinging to her frame. Katarina tucked some of Lux's soft blond hair behind her ear, ran a gentle hand down her cheek, and stroked her neck.
"It's fitting," she grunted.
Lux swallowed. "...I… thank you," she murmured, unsure of herself, and why she was thanking this monster.
Katarina grinned, unaware of the doubtful glances being cast her way by her soldiers. There was some muttering, Lux could see and hear their disapproval. Buying something so rich and expensive for a slave? A Demacian slave? Clearly her men looked down on such a thing.
Soon after that they broke town.
Katarina was bad at conversation, clearly she was new to it, and she had a disinterested partner. Luxanna found herself annoyed with the crimson-haired woman's attempts, but they did not cease. She couldn't fathom why the woman would want to talk to her. Only when she finally sighed, and met eyes with the Noxian did she realize the intense fire behind the striking green orbs of her "owner."
"You really do look good in that cloak," Katarina remarked, her pale cheeks tinged red. "You're… perfect, like a doll. So different from your brother."
The carriage was her own, only one elite and quiet guard in there with them. A woman, dressed all in black. She said very little, but jumped between the carriages during breaks in travel, and she spoke frequently to the driver.
Lux nervously glanced at Kat, unsettled by her words. "What do you want me to say to that?"
Katarina seemed confused by the question. "I've just never had something so beautiful."
So that's what it was about. It was about ownership. Lux figured it was something sick and sinister. She hated the Noxian's gaze, which insisted on burrowing into her. Lux said nothing in response, and Katarina crossed her arms on her leather clad chest, seeming to finally give up.
Then, suddenly, the carriage stopped. Someone yelled shrilly.
All of Katarina's good humor fled. The black-clad woman stood up, as did Katarina. Lux cocked her head in confusion. Why had they stopped? Katarina seemed beyond alarmed. Then, she grabbed Lux, and in one quick motion leapt off the back of the carriage. The black clad woman was right beside them. All three landed on the soft dirt road behind them. Not a second later, the carriage burst into an explosion of flame. As did the four or five others. The sound was fantastic, a five-tiered thunderclap, as wood, and bodies seemed to fill the air, erupting everywhere. There were screams of agony, and flames like a great wave.
Something swept through the nighttime air, spherical and glowing.
"Firebombs!" Someone screamed.
There was a flood of bodies, as from a nearby hill a rush of warriors emerged, with battle cries at their throats and swords, spears, and other weapons raised. They collapsed onto the small Noxian battle force, which thought the matter of Demacian freedom settled. Luxanna stared in wonder, the night air alive with hot flames, as her desperate countrymen clashed with the invaders.
Then, a fiery arrow flew past her head. She realized with her blue robe and her presence next to Katarina, she seemed as Noxian as the rest. Katarina leapt to her defense as a soldier ran at her, greatsword raised. She made quick work of him, ducking low and cutting the back of his legs. His charge faltered, he cried out in pain, and lunged the great blade at the redhead. Katarina easily ducked and eased away from the blows, her motions silent and impossible, body seeming to blur. She threw a dagger into the air, the metal glinting in the moonlight. The next moment she was behind him, her other small, deadly blade pulled from its sheath. He spun with a roar and she stuck it in his throat. Then she caught the thrown dagger mid air and plunged it into his stomach.
More men followed him though. The dark clad woman, and many more of Kat's survivors, formed a group to meet the attackers. The night was alive with the sound of fire cracking, carriages steadily burning, fire bombs, and war cries.
Katarina felt truly alive when she fought. The crimson-haired assassin grinned and laughed wickedly, blood boiling, as she cut down body after body, her beautiful face glistening with sweat and blood. She swept this way and that, more shadows and metal than a human being.
It was only when Katarina spun to make sure Lux was safe, that she realized the mage was gone. In the distance, she saw the faint shimmer of golden hair and blue disappearing in a shadowy treeline, headed north.
Minutes passed into hours. Luxanna followed the chart of stars far above her. She did not stop running, she could not. Her stomach and abs burned, her heart hammered, her lungs were desperate to stop, and her throat burned. Still she pushed on.
She pushed on.
The dark forest was cold, and unfamiliar. But, more than anything, it felt safe.
The longer Luxanna traveled, however, the more she wondered if she could keep the pace up. She would have to stop eventually, she was rapidly exhausting. An hour had melted into who knows how long, and still she ran. At some point, the sun rose in the sky. And still, she ran. One direction, forward, just keep moving, she told herself. When running was too much, she walked, or jogged. Then, the chill day melted into freezing night, her only sanctuary was the wonderful, warm cloak. A full day cycle passed.
Luxanna gasped.
She'd felt the signs, but it was now undeniable - her body was failing her. Her heart ached and pumped too rapidly, pulse-stabs of pain pushing through it. She felt like if she took one more step, it would burst in her chest. Her legs were weak, knives stabbing through her feet with every push forward. Every part of her body was rejecting her, even her own mind. For a moment, the pain was so immense, reality itself faded away.
She'd never exercised, really, never pushed herself like this…
The mage collapsed against a nearby tree, panting and soaked with sweat, her face glistening in the pale moon in the shadow-filled forest, eyes like huge saucers. She forgot who she was, and why she was here. The night shadows surrounding her were foreboding, and she wondered when, not if, they'd catch up to her. That made her laugh and sob with fear at the same time. Every particle inside her screamed "Go back, go back!"
The feeling of triumph at escape slipped away, replaced by something colder. The knowledge that she was most likely being pursued right now filled her with an animalistic terror. Surely, this was what it felt like to be prey. How many men had Katarina sent after her? Maybe she wouldn't come herself, would that be worse or better?
What would her men do when they found her? Would they act on the blackened thoughts which so clearly consumed them? Such fears only drove Luxanna forward, but the journey now had the taste of doom in it, like a bitterness trapped in her throat. The rush of negative thoughts was so strong, it was impossible to fight- but she didn't stop moving forward, couldn't. Even as her mind became a blur of confusion, of despair, and of that dogged hope.
Then, her ears were invaded by a most pleasant sound. The trickle of water nearby, a stream most likely. Her dry mouth cried out for replenishment, feverish blue eyes searching in the darkness, ears pricked for the sound. There it was, that heavenly trickle. She went hurriedly to it, and palmed water into her mouth, weeping at the wonderful taste. A full day without water, and she didn't want to stop, even as fear invaded her. The replenishment relaxed her. She picked herself back up, found a place to relieve herself, cleaned herself in the stream briefly, and stared upward. She did it all as quickly as possible, even still she felt dirty, and paranoid. Supposedly, Fiora and her people were to the north. If she could make it... their encampment couldn't be too far, if she just kept going and going, if she didn't stop eventually she'd have to arrive there...
Lux believed in fate. In goodness. She had faith in the powers that be, which protect the world. Surely, that energy, that force of goodness, wouldn't let her fall into the hands of evil for long. Usually, such hopeful thoughts brought her joy. Then, she pictured Garen's corpse, and wondered what the Noxians did to it. She pictured Jarvan, and his throne warmed by the arse of that monstrous, Noxian bastard, Swain...
Finally, Lux couldn't take it anymore. Her legs could move no longer. She ate grass to try to fill her aching stomach, so used to splendor and routine. Her eyes drooped shut, body aching with the pain of true strain. She dragged herself into a nearby small, wet little cave hole, resting her head on something filthy and mossy, but comfortable. She pulled her shirt off, and used it as a pillow, and wrapped her robe tightly around herself. Then, plagued with the potent fear of being caught, she fell asleep.
She woke up to the sound of leaves breaking underfoot. Lux clapped a hand over her mouth, hiding a gasp, pushing back deeper into the little cave hole. She couldn't be seen from here, she was barely aware of how she'd even found the hole herself in that darkness. From here, she could see just the bottom of everything.
She saw Noxian boots, but thankfully they seemed to have no hunting dogs. It was a small squad of heavily armed men. They weren't exactly thorough, but they were loud as they searched. They were complaining loudly about Luxanna, about how she hadn't been broken properly. According to them, a disciplined slave would know better than to run. If she'd belonged to this particular man…. she shivered violently, weeping with fear at their confessions of unholy desires. They would do horrible things to her, if they had the chance. Something long, with many legs, crept from the back of the wet cave, slipping over her leg. It took everything in her not to jump, not to shriek. The nasty, ticklish feeling of an insect moving along her skin nearly broke her silence.
Then, the men were gone. Still, she laid there. At some point the bug had crept off. When true silence came, only the wind in the trees, she allowed herself to crawl out. The stars were no longer there, the forest was too thick to see the sun, so she no longer had a guide. No...now what had she done!? She was supposed to sleep by day, not night! But if she stayed here any longer, she was sure the more reliable trackers would find her! Luxanna looked pointlessly around, trying to find some landmark which might give her direction. The stream! She had to find it! It ran opposite of North, if she could find it- but no, surely they would have Noxian trackers prowling up and down a water source. They were likely aware of her lack of a waterskin , even now Lux's throat burned with need. Where could she go, which way should she go!? She had no choice, though. She had to go back to it.
Lux narrowly avoided another group of Noxians, and listening intently, she found the stream. Using it, she found direction once more, and headed what she thought was North. Soon, the dense forest melted away. There, near the edge of the forest, was a small village. The name eluded her, she'd never excelled at memorizing maps, but she knew it belonged to a loyal, peaceful people and it didn't seem to be conquered yet, a Demacian flag still flew. Luxanna cautiously approached it.
The villagers were aware that Noxus had invaded, that seemed to be it. No real panic yet. The first few she talked to seemed nervous, but didn't say much. Luxanna was so hungry she felt like she would collapse. She stopped a kindly looking old couple in the street.
"Pardon me," she called out, reaching with a blue clad armor.
The old woman started, eyes wide. "Y-yes?"
"I-I am sorry to ask. Might you have any food to share?"
The old couple exchanged a strange glance. The woman met her eyes. "It's best you head away girl, Noxian soldiers have already come this way, who knows when they'll return?"
Luxanna wet her lips. "I…I plan to leave soon. But food… please."
Her stomach protested loudly. With a sad expression, the old woman nodded. Her husband sighed. "I'll head to the market then."
"You're Luxanna Crownguard," the old woman said suddenly as Lux devoured hot, buttered biscuits and gently seasoned meats, as well as the brothy soup served to her. The old man had not yet returned, but the fact eluded her at that moment, she was so focused on her meal. Something screamed at the back of her mind, and she ignored it, so hungry.
Lux paused. "I…How do you know that?"
The woman seemed proud of herself, and ashamed. "I… we'll, I've seen art of you. There's rumors of a marriage between you and the late king Jarvan, is that true?"
It was certainly something that had been spoken of. Something neither Jarvan or Lux would have ever agreed to. Now, Luxanna felt differently. The gentle-eyed emperor was gone forever. He'd have been a wonderful husband, she was sure of it.
"I am. I'm headed North. There are rebels there, I plan to join them."
"... The soldiers will return before you do so." Such ominous words.
"What do you mean?"
The old woman glanced up, then played nervously with her hands. "I didn't want to. But, they said if you were to pass through ..."
Lux tasted something wrong, something off in the air. Lux stood up, as did the old woman.
Not even a moment later the door suddenly burst open, and Luxanna gasped, as someone red-haired and leather clad stomped in. Katarina Du Couteau. She pointed a bloodied dagger in the mage girls direction. She seemed alive with rage at that moment, her beautiful emerald eyes narrowed, burning with something unfamiliar.
"You've put up a decent chase, you annoying brat... if you didn't waste my time, I'd almost be impressed. You've had your fun, slave, now it's time for you to behave. You're going to Noxus, even if I have to drag you there myself."
"Behave?" Her fear only made her righteous anger more powerful. Her Demacian backbone would never crumple, especially not in front of this woman. She inhaled the scent of fresh food and the fireplace, dragging her body upward, forcing herself to stand tall. "No, never. I won't do what you want!"
For a moment, the dark figure with her shock of crimson hair merely stared. The Noxian woman seemed to be thinking very deeply, but her expression was unreadable, her thoughts a mystery. Was she thinking of just disposing of Lux? A shiver ran through the Demacian as she stared at the daggers on Katarina's hips. Dying was probably more honorable than surviving with her current fate, but now that she knew Fiora was leading freedom fighters, and sometimes winning... there was no way she could give her life up now.
"I've been nice. Apparently, too nice. You're lucky I don't kill you," Katarina hissed, voice throbbing with raw rage, "I want to. I promised your brother I'd make sure you live, but you don't deserve it with the way you've acted."
The mage gasped as Katarina surged forward. She tried to run away, but the redhead was faster, she merely grabbed Lux by her magic-sealing metal collar, holding her almost a foot off the ground, as if Luxanna weighed nothing. Katarina grinned at her, and laughed.
"You were going to fucking run again? You miserable, stupid bitch, what's wrong with you?"
Katarina hadn't said anything quite so black and horrid yet. Were these her true feelings? Those emerald eyes were somehow hot and murderously cold at the same time. Her smile showed too much teeth, something feral. Kat glanced backwards.
"Table!" She yelled, and her soldiers rushed forward. With a loud crash and clatter, all the dishes were forced off it, and Lux was slammed down on the empty surface. Broken ceramic and glass covered the floor. The old man scurried over to his wife, and the two stared in horror from the corner of the room.
Lux felt Kat's strong, soft hands invading her body. The crimson-haired woman smirked viciously as she squeezed Lux's breast with one, and ran up and down her thighs with the other, and along her hip, and shapely ass. The weight of the Noxian woman's body felt immense, all she could smell was Katarina: sweat and leather and anger. She smelled Noxian, and as those hands explored, Luxanna realized she despised Katarina's scent even as somehow, it awoke some baser desire in her when combined with such knowing hands. Her belly began to tingle.
When she pointlessly raised her arms to force the older woman away, Katarina quickly grabbed her wrists and trapped them on the table. Luxanna was so weak she couldn't stop anything.
"You drove me to this. Remember that when you start to cry, you have no one to blame but yourself. I was going to give you the dignity of privacy, now I'll fuck you like a whore."
If Lux had forced her to do anything, Katarina sure seemed gleeful about it. Those emerald eyes glinted like twin flames, burning into her, searing her insides apart. She had not realized the pain of what she'd been through could worsen, and yet, she could not drown in it, could not simply succumb. The pain was inside and out, and the more Katarina pawed at her frame, stroking her sensitive skin, she felt a different feeling come to life. Something she was supposed to only feel with Ezreal, her lover and promised one, something treacherous and vile.
"Noxian swine," Lux hissed as Katarina pushed the cerulean robe fully open, revealing Lux's scantily clad frame. The thin cloth of her undergarments were ripped off, the fabric joining the broken tableware on the floor.
"Haha! Well, how does it feel knowing you can't stop Noxian swine from touching you?" Katarina whispered back, smug. Then, she pushed herself fully down on Lux, rubbing her crotch into the girl. That was when reality set in, the reality of what was about to happen, as she felt a certain hardness brushed against her. The bulge was hot, even trapped behind leather, that horrible thing.
"N-No," Lux said faintly, aware of the bustle, the soldiers were getting excited.
"Yes," Katarina whispered gleefully, violently kissing her on the mouth. "You guessed what happens next, I'm proud of you. You were stupid enough to come to this town, but not too stupid to know your fate."
Fate was a strong word, and it struck her cold with terror. She could not crawl away, could not resist, could not hurt this Noxian beast! She could do nothing but whatever Katarina wanted, It was undeniable, unquestionably, she was owned now. They would always find her, Demacia was falling!
Katarina kissed and licked her mouth. No, Lux had to resist, she couldn't just lay here and take this, even if she was afraid, even if her body ached with exhaustion. Lux snapped her teeth, trying to bite that invasive tongue off. But Katarina was expecting it, and her forest-green eyes blazed as she laughed and pulled back for a moment. Unimpressed, she locked her hand around Lux's jaw, fingers digging into her jowls, then she took what she wanted anyways. Katarina explored with her tongue, as if marking all those delicate, sensitive parts, traced her tongue and nipped at her lips. She was a good kisser, and that only made this more miserable. Ezreal had never kissed her like this, and the fact brought tears seeping down her cheeks. Then Kat dropped her head, and began to kiss her neck, hands tugging Lux's thighs apart.
Not that. Not there.
"No! Not there! Please- don't do anything down there! I'm Promised to someone…"
"Promised, hmm?" Katarina grinned viciously, and carelessly jerked Lux's thighs apart when the girl hopelessly closed them, forcing her strong, leather-clad legs between them so she couldn't close her thighs again. Now, Luxanna and her panty-clad crotch and long, slender legs, thin hips, were on display. Katarina leered at her. "Not surprised some boy thought he owned this before me, but now that you're my slave, you should know any promise you've ever made is null and void. You belong to me now, so I can do whatever I want with your cunt. Just like I'm about to. I repeat, how does it feel to know this Noxian swine can touch you?"
"I- I don't want it! D-do anything but that..."
Katarina's previous confession of wanting to rape her had not been an empty threat, a lie, an exaggeration. That was clear to Lux now. Her soldiers began to cackle, obviously enjoying Katarina's little jab, and Lux stared helplessly at the villagers, begging them with her eyes to step in. Obviously, they did not, they cowered, guilt-filled, in the corner of the room. An innocent old couple, forced to see such a horrible thing! That filled her with despair too, mixing with the humiliation, the fear, and a cursed excitement.
Luxanna's soft blues swept to the soldiers. They truly wanted to watch it, and Katarina was going to allow it. The crimson-haired Noxian had broken her previous unspoken rule about them not being allowed to treat her in this way, leering and humiliating her. Katarina no longer cared about her feelings.
Katarina grunted, undoing her pants and pushing them down her thighs. When Lux tried to squirm away again, she dragged her back across the table, and rocked their underwear clad crotches together. Lux gasped as she felt that clothed bulge rub against her own clit, aching hard, and she grasped at the table's edge. Katarina pulled her shirt up, revealing her own bountiful chest, and crushed their breasts together as she began to press the head of her cock somewhere scared.
"Stop it, Katarina!"
"You'll address me as Mistress, or I'll let them all violate you one by one, you filthy Demacian whore," Kat demanded coldly, green eyes empty of all previous affection as she drew back and pointed at her men. They grunted and groaned, some laughed, some voiced their approval. She wanted them to shut up, to disappear, meanwhile the villagers gasped in horror. She wanted them all to go away. Not in front of everyone. She didn't want to… to lose it in front of all these eyes! This woman who had murdered her brother, she couldn't do this… she couldn't possibly actually do this!
Lux felt a part of herself cave, she felt true, black despair and spoke hurriedly. "I-I-I'm sorry…" She realized she was sobbing, and could barely get the words out, "Mistress, p-please... not like this..." She tried not to cry too strongly, even as the horror of such an idea invaded her gentle mind. Katarina wouldn't really let the group do that, would she? But it seemed all affection, all good humor, had left the crimson-haired assassin. Katarina was cold, efficient, pure Noxian, now.
"Stop begging. It's pathetic. I'm going to conquer you as I please, and there's nothing you can do about it. Every time you tell me no, every time you try to push me away, you just excite me more. Realize it now: you're a Demacian sow, and nothing more. You're a slave, you're property. Everything that made you human is gone now."
With that, she wrenched Lux's panties down, and pushed her own smalls to her knees with her leather pants. Something huge and thick sprung out, drooping slightly in the air, and leaking a foul white fluid. Katarina grinned as she held the base, stroking the shaft gently.
Behind her, her men chattered with arousal and approval, keenly observing their leader.
With a skillful hand, Kat reached out and started teasing the blonde mage's clit. She began drawing throb after throb, tweaking just right, making Lux jerk, and gush, and shiver. She hated herself, hated the invasive heat.
"Close your eyes. Feel that?"
She did, oh gods, she did! That horrible pulse. She wanted to rock back against the contact, to seek out more of the nasty pleasure. Katarina grinned viciously, nodding, pale teeth on display.
"That's right, you're wet for me."
"I'm not," Lux gasped desperately, her ocean blues teeming with tears. The Noxian assassin only grinned wider.
"You are."
"No...No!"
"Scream and cry your false denial all you want, but your mind knows, and so does your body: that you wanted this, that's why it's rewarding me with all this honey," She dipped her fingers down, and Lux went silent as those devilish fingers pushed into her virgin folds. Oh- she shivered as they pushed into the knuckle, two of them. That damn hand didn't stop teasing her clit, and the fingers began to pump inside. "You're getting fingered like a whore in front of soldiers, in front of an old couple, and you're getting wet, Lux. If that doesn't prove you were born to be a slave, I don't know what does."
To emphasize her words, Kat extracted her fingers, laughing incredulously when Lux couldn't help herself- she whined at the sudden denial of pleasure, and hated herself for letting out such a treacherous noise. Smirking ear to ear, the scarred redhead raised her fingers, and displayed the sheen of Lux's arousal on her fingertips.
Luxanna could only stare in horror.
"You're a slave, a slut, and a weakling. Look at the proof of that."
Lux's heart ached. Such horrible words... harder to fight when she was so damn humiliated, when she was forced down, and trapped like this. They rang true. How could her body betray her and grow wet and aroused like this? Katarina was her enemy, there were people watching, and yet her body had succumbed: like a vile thing, she'd grown horribly wet, so much so that she could feel herself dripping onto her thighs.
"No," Lux said again, faintly. She sounded unsure this time.
Still Katarina did not relent. What did she want!? "You're wet for me, Luxanna, even though you're a slave. What does that say about you?."
"No! No, I'm not a slave! I'm not a slut! I'm just me, oh please, stop all this! Isn't there any good in you, Katarina? Why are you torturing me, why are you doing this!? Just bring me back, I can't stop you, but don't do this…"
"We're well past that, Lux, I'll do what I want. …If it makes you feel better, pretend it's just us. We're searing a pleasant memory into my soldiers, they deserve the reward, don't you think?"
Numbly, Lux shook her head, and stared up at the ceiling. She was dimly aware of something hot, hard, being pressed against her pussy. She forced her mind away from it all, refused to admit it was happening when she felt her virgin lips begin to spread, to push apart. Something thick, and hard, pushed inside her wet entrance. The ultimate betrayal: a wet squelch as Katarina slid home inside her, her violation wholly complete. Lux could feel every throbbing inch spreading her wide. A sharp pain flooded her as skin tore.
"Congratulations. You've now broken your 'promise', whore," Kat whispered in her ear. "Now you're Noxian property, through and through."
"You're a cruel monster," Lux sobbed quietly back, well aware of her broken oath with Ezreal. Katarina stared into her face, as if pondering. That scarred, beautiful face, those keen emerald eyes- Luxanna hated them. Even as those plump lips parted and sealed onto hers.
Katarina began to move her hips. In true Noxian fashion, she was only slow for the first minute or so. Then, it became a true and utter violation. Regardless of wetness, such violence on the first time could never come without a price. Pain filled her as that huge, girthy cock forced its way into her tight seam, plunging violently in. When Lux gasped with pain, it only seemed to excite Katarina more, the horrible woman pumping her hips even faster. The muscles in her abdomen and ass flared as she drove her cock in deep with practiced efficiency, grinning all the while.
"How does it feel to get what you deserve for the first time in your life, you spoiled Demacian brat?" Katarina yelled as she glared into her eyes. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the air. The blackness in the depths of the Noxian assassin's jade gaze made Lux realize how much the woman was angry with her. How humiliating it had been for Lux to attempt to run away after Katarina had basically pampered "a slave" in front of her men. This had gone from business, to something dark, something personal.
Katarina did what she pleased, then. She sucked at Lux's pretty pink nipples, and flicked at them with her fingers. She left horrible marks all over her neck with her lovely lips, raked her nails into Lux's hips. All the while, she pumped firmly into Lux. Gripping her backside with greedy, hungry hands, she pumped forward with such force that she knocked deep inside of Lux, into a special spot that made her clit pulse, and throb.
"Mmm, you're perfect for me," Kat suddenly whispered. Lux gasped. Kat groaned when her inner walls incidentally tightened around the shaft inside her, squeezing onto the invading cock as if she was welcoming it inside, not appalled by it. And that wasn't even the full truth, because with every sweep of Katarina's member through her folds, the pleasure seemed to grow more and more. Lux's brain was foggy, the pleasure making everything confusing.
Luxanna gathered all her thoughts, all her willpower. The desire was foreign! It had to be, it wasn't hers. She could never want this filthy Noxian, this monster! No matter how beautiful she was, no matter how good she was with her hands or her cock. Even if Lux could never run away, she'd never succumb spiritually, even if her pussy throbbed and ached and demanded to be plunged into. All of that was true, so she fell before the pleasure. Her legs wrapped around Katarina's hips and shapely ass. Their nipples brushed, driving her into a frenzy.
They kissed, hard. Katarina's tongue ran against hers, and she toyed with Lux's clit, rubbing and making it swell and twitch even as she thrust in, and in, and in- Lux's toes curled, and she threw her legs wide, and she was violated, truly. Giving in, that made it even worse, and she wept even as the pleasure surged over her, drowning her. Their skin was so hot and sweaty they just stuck together and became one, their foreheads pressed together. Lux was aware of how beautiful Katarina was, because the coldness in those eyes faded.
The way Katarina fucked her changed. The pace became something less brutal, the thrusts precise, strong but insistent. Luxanna saw the longing and humanity deep in them, saw the raw and animal need for Lux to give in, to submit more than physically. Raw emotion dwelled in those green orbs, Katarina began to whimper under her breath. It was pathetic.
Then, Lux was coming. Nothing could have prepared her for her first orgasm. All common thought melted away. All she could do was smell Katarina, think about how wonderful and spread she was, think about how there was a cock dumping its semen into her, Noxian seed. Filthy Noxian seed... she shivered and shuddered, and even as she rode the waves of her hot-flash, rush of an orgasm, Katarina kept fucking into her, plunging her cockhead against that one, sensitive spot inside her.
"Yes, that's it," Katarina whispered, red locks plastered against her forehead. Lux bit her lip, refusing to admit to anything, refusing to moan. Katarina finally stopped, moaning with satisfaction, juice-soaked cock slipping free with a wet gush, their mixed arousal spilling out onto the floor for everyone to see.
At least it was over now. Or so she thought.
Katarina suddenly grabbed her by the chin, slapping her face harshly. Lux gasped in pain, and Kat grabbed her again, holding her face steady. "You won't run away again, will you, slave?" She asked the question coldly, quietly. Her words were like daggers.
Lux, still shivering, glowing and withering away from the unwanted orgasm, said nothing. She only glared back. Seeing her rebellion, Katarina lazily glanced at the two villagers in the corner of the room, then she snapped her fingers.
The heat in the air evaporated, a chill replacing it. Everything happened so fast. One of the soldiers grasped the ax at his hip. With a sudden motion, he plunged it into the old man's skull. There was a violent spray of blood. Somewhat close to them, it splashed onto the ground, on the side of the table, and onto Katarina and Lux. Some of it got on the Noxian's face, but she showed no reaction. Luxanna and the old villager's wife screamed in horror, even as the Noxian soldiers cackled in approval, grunting like hungry beasts. Katarina stared at the corpse as it fell, and then stared quietly, calmly, into Lux's eyes.
This was the woman who had killed her brother, the woman that raped her.
This was the woman that had helped ruin her nation, the woman that owned her.
"I asked you a question, slave. You won't run away again, will you?" The words spoken so coldly made Luxanna want to withdraw into herself. It was like speaking to a being from another world. Not a human being at all. But the threat was clear. She had only killed one of them, now she was asking the same question: the consequences would surely be similar, the villager's life was on the line, not Lux's. Verbal submission seemed a small price at the moment.
The helpless old woman, not quite Demacian but living on the land, stared at her in horror. She did not want to die. She and her husband had told the soldiers Lux was in here, but if she hadn't someone else would have. Lux had sensed no bad intentions, this woman was innocent, just like she was. Lux swallowed her pride, and bit back her desire to scream and rage and deny. After what she had just caused, she couldn't turn away from her duty: To be quiet, to protect this Demacian citizen.
"...I won't run away again, mistress." Lux said calmly.
Katarina patted her cheek, a grim reaper with soft hands, so uncaring of the life she'd just taken or the girl she'd just violated. "Good girl."
Some base, monstrous part of Lux shivered at the praise, even after all the horror.
Katarina cleaned herself off with a nearby cloth, pulled her pants back up, and turned away. "Kill the old woman… and feel free to pillage the town, boys." Katarina said, glancing back at her men. The men hooted and hollered, throwing their weapons up like hungry animals as they rushed out into the peaceful village to rape and take as they pleased.
Lux and the old lady stared at her in absolute horror, but she just shrugged. "You excited them. I can't deny them release now." Spoken casually, like the looming butchers and rapes were just a fact of life, something normal, something right. Disbelieving, Lux tried to get up.
The soldier with the ax, the only one left in the room, loomed forward, and the old woman who had filled Lux's empty stomach screamed in horror, reached out to Lux, and was split apart.
Everything went black.
Katarina held Lux's shaking shoulders, leading her to the horse that would be carrying them to Noxus. Now that they were closer, the need for a carriage was not as important. So Katarina was splitting apart from everyone else, taking Lux by stallion alone. She could watch her better this way. The mage, since the old woman's death, had been trembling, sputtering and sobbing, completely broken down.
Then, a couple hours into their horse ride, Lux's crying stopped. The empty broken face faded, hardening, healing, becoming something cold, something determined.
Katarina was startled when she suddenly turned her face to Kat. The girl's heart-shaped face was so beautiful. Kat truly thought she was one of a kind, so perfect and soft. Her expression was strange at the moment, distant yet intense, a strange contrast. It almost seemed delirious. The warhorse blew air, snorting, powerful legs moving with determination, and Lux's strange, empty mask split into a smile.
Katarina wet her lips, and swallowed nervously. "Why are you smiling?"
"Because you're pathetic, weak, and a monster. You look at me like you're in love with me, you know. You sick, sick woman. The way Noxian's love is something monstrous, something spoken of even in legends. Everyone knows the kind of people you are. Your peoples bastards litter the lands, and most are monsters themselves, because of the way you're born and shaped. I'll never want you, Katarina. You don't deserve a person like me, you don't deserve anyone… and I think you know that."
The words struck Katarina dumb, silent. Her vicious words had the intended effect. Katarina's eyes widened... This girl was her slave, but Lux was a free woman, who would never want Katarina. The mage's big blue eyes, fearless now, stared intensely. Her words rang true. Katarina did want her, in a way she didn't understand.
Thoughts rang through her mind. Why did she want to take care of the girl, why could she not stop thinking about her, and her soft eyes, and most importantly, why did she feel guilt about her earlier actions? Why did she repeatedly relive the moment the woman had been killed, and Lux's innocence had died with her? Such a shocking destruction of innocence should be something to enjoy and savor, but somehow it haunted her.
Seeing Lux shake and crumble… Katarina had seen herself in Lux. Years and years ago in a time that she had forgotten. The first time her father had killed a man before her, Kat had splintered apart mentally the same way Lux had, except Kat had taken way more time to snap out of it. Lux was strong, conquering the shock in hours, settling calmly into a gentle, peaceful seeming hatred. Katarina had not been like her sister Cassiopeia, who stared in wonder at the death of a human. Nor was she like her adopted brother Talon, who swallowed back his fear, determined to show his worth. No, Katarina had broken down, truly and utterly. It was one of Katarina's hidden shames, she'd had such a weak stomach for killing at first. Ill for days, shocked and stupid. Her father had never forgiven her for that, the shame of it all, a Noxian who cares about the death of her enemies… Katarina had many chances to kill Garen. There were many reasons why she hadn't.
Why had she bought this stupid girl? Why had she honored Garen's wishes? Why didn't destroying Lux nullify the shame of her weakness? Why didn't she just kill the bitch now?
So many questions. Katarina stared quietly. Lux's unimpressed, cold eyes burned into her. Katarina shoved Lux's head roughly away. "Shut up."
Noxus was close, a comfort to the Du Couteau woman. Once she was in the comfort of her own home, with all her instruments and loyal servants, everything would change. There, Katarina would rule. Lux would properly break, would grow to love her eventually, that was the way of it with love slaves. Katarina didn't need the love of a Demacian anyways. It was impossible that she wanted that.
