Day Four, Part Two.
I lifted my sorry self from the floor of the shower and got dressed before storming down into the basement to find that the door to the dungeon was slightly parted. My anger was fuming, nearly seeping from my pores, my bloodlust as high as my arousal I stomped my way into the room. I slammed the door shut behind me to announce my arrival and turned the lock, looking to see LeBlanc leaning against the x-cross with her staff in her hand.
"You imbecile!" I screamed. "You were wrong!"
I put my fists by my side and glared at her, realizing that I couldn't do a thing so long as that staff was by her side, and myself without my powers…
"I was?" She asked, tilting her head, unfazed by my hostility.
"The tentacles just attacked me!"
"…You need to h- "
"I did! I fucked Sona and it did nothing!"
"…Sona?" She asked, raising an eyebrow with an interested gaze, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip. "How was that?"
I groaned and shook my head, not wishing to add fuel to her… apparent arousal. I already said way too much.
But it was amazing, and I can't wait to do it again.
"I'm sorry, Syndra. I was certain that it would stop the attacks." Said LeBlanc with an unsympathetic look on her face. "Why are you so against anal?"
I cocked my head back, sickened by what she suddenly changed the subject to. "Because it's repulsive!"
LeBlanc scoffed and shook her head. "You ignorant, innocent girl." She chuckled, turning around and then bending over enough so that I could see up the short skirt of her uniform. Her hands came behind her and she lifted her skirt completely, giving me a generous view of her ass, noticing that her inner thighs were glistening in her excitement.
"Don't look away." She said, looking over her shoulder.
And after she said that, I realized that it was pointless for her to do so. I didn't even think of looking away…
I furrowed my brow, wondering what in the world she was doing. Her hands spread her rear cheeks apart, and my eyes widened at what they saw. Where her… anus (ugh.) should've been, was a large, pink ornament encircled by a ring of gold. I shook my head in disgust as I watched her take hold of it, the both of us shuddering as she began to slowly pull it out, a reflective, gold metal revealing itself inch by inch as it only got bigger and bigger. A sigh left her lips as it finally came out, LeBlanc standing straight before turning around, holding it in front of her like a trophy, revealing its daunting size with a proud smile on her face. I stared at it in disbelief, unable to accept how a woman so skinny could even operate with something so huge inside of her…
She's quite the slut.
"Do you know what this is?" She asked.
I ashamedly nodded my head, my lips twisted with this revolted look as I watched her rotate it in the gaze of her lustful eyes. She walked away after a few more seconds of admiring it, staring at it in such a way that made me believe that she somewhat regretted pulling it out, placing it on the table against the right wall of the room. Her eyes flickered across the sex toys atop of it, her hands flat down against its wooden surface as I noticed how her thighs were pressed tightly together…
"Anal is the most pleasurable thing that I've ever experienced…" She explained, looking over at me. "Come here."
I gave her a sour look, but despite that, I did approach her. Once I was by her side, I looked down at the table in front of us, immediately noticing a strap-on, a paddle, a gag, a dildo, one of those vibrating wands that look like white microphones, and a bottle of oil.
There was this drone in the back of my head ordering me to use them…
"What you and Sona did was not pointless. She did give the monster some energy – I can feel it." She said, glancing at me in the corner of her eye. "However, it needs more energy. Much more."
I looked over at her worriedly, tilting my head. Surely, she wasn't suggesting what I thought she was…
"We'll acquire that energy together." She stated, her voice dripping with anticipation as she returned her gaze to the table. "With anything here that you would like."
Unexpectedly, a smirk came to my lips, making me realize that LeBlanc was not the only eager one in the room. I was intimated by these toys, but in no way would that stop me from using them. Sona gave me some much-needed practical experience.
And so has my disgusting imagination.
I reached forward and grabbed the rope, LeBlanc chuckling at my first choice. I stepped behind her and pulled her arms together behind her back, tying her wrists together just like I did with Sona's just earlier today. Then, I pushed her forward, bending her over the table, my smirk turning into a lecherous grin as my hands sought the black paddle next. I rose it high into the air and chuckled as I brought it down swiftly upon her rear, listening to her cry out as her flesh rippled. I chuckled, just like how she usually does, and then I hit her again, and again, and again.
"You're a sadist…" Muttered LeBlanc, her voice slightly strained as the surface of her shapely ass began to pinken. "It's a shame that you and Ahri don't get along. She loves sadists."
I guess that's why she and Evelynn get along so well.
"Shut up," I ordered, hitting her ass once more.
She groaned as I dropped the paddle back onto the table, my eyes lighting up as they fell upon the black, leather harness of the strap-on. I struggled with putting it on, but I eventually managed to do so, biting my bottom lip as I looked down to see its large, thick, black cock hanging from my crotch.
"Don't bother with any lube." Said LeBlanc. "I'm already dripping wet…"
"I know."
And so am I.
I wrapped my right hand tight around this fake cock, finding the need to stroke it as if it were alive as I stood behind her. I pressed its tip against her salivating southern lips, taking hold of her hips with my left hand before pulling myself towards her.
"Oh…" She groaned, shuddering as I slid deep inside of her.
I let go of the strap-on's cock, as there was no more space to hold it, lurching over her back to take hold of her short, purple hair. I pulled it towards myself, forcing her to arch her back, her face staring up at the ceiling as I drew myself halfway out before quickly thrusting my way back in.
"Oh!" She exclaimed, our skin clashing together.
I tightened my grip around her tresses, grinning even more before beginning to heatedly pound away at her. This slut didn't need to be eased into it. I bet she was doing this to herself while she was waiting for me.
"…S-Syndra." She stammered. "H-how would you f-feel - if we were to s-switch p-positions - and you were able to c-cum?"
I'd like that a lot… but only if we switch once I'm done with you…
I didn't like that this slut was speaking so much. I didn't say a word as I managed to pick up my pace even more, causing the hinges of the table to croak as the things atop of it scattered about.
"S-stop..." She muttered.
After a few more pumps, I somehow found the willpower to listen, pulling myself out after releasing her hair from my clasp.
"If I'm going to cum, I'm going t-to need a little more attention… elsewhere." She breathed.
"Okay…"
"Get that purple dildo over there. The one with the switch on the bottom." Said LeBlanc.
I did.
"Now put it inside of me, but don't turn it on."
I did as she asked, spreading her southern lips with the head of the dildo before pushing it all the way in, finding myself appetized by the way its round base protruded from her swollen lips which hugged it so tightly.
"Okay…" She breathed. "Now get the oil and drench the strap-on with it."
I tilted my head confusedly. "But it's alrea-"
"Just do it."
An annoyed twinge came to my brow. I hated being cut off.
"Fine." I groaned.
I reached for the bottle of oil and poured it into my palm, generously stroking the strap-on's black, rubber cock before it was dripping like a weak waterfall.
"Now pour some on my asshole…"
That last word made me freeze up. She noticed my silence and looked over her shoulder, shaking her head.
"It's fine, Syndra." Said LeBlanc. "It's mine, not yours. And I would love nothing more than for you to fill up what's mine with that monstrous thing around your hips…"
I shuddered, disgusted by what she wanted me to do. "Is it necessary?"
She nodded her head. "Doing so will help satiate the monster… and me."
I clenched my teeth and thought about… I mean – if it's not me, then there's no harm in it…
I held the bottle over my soon-to-be destination and tightly squeezed it, watching as the liquid slowly poured out before beginning to pool atop her anus. I then took hold of my well-oiled cock, nervously biting my bottom lip as I moved its head against her… entrance, using it to spread the lubricant around.
"I can sense your fear." She chuckled. "Don't be so afraid."
I cleared my throat and leaned my weight forward, watching with disgusted eyes as her anus slowly opened and engulfed the head of my cock…
"Yes..." She groaned, her fists clenching against her skin. "Don't stop until your skin is against my own…"
I nodded my head, but she turned her own away from me to face the wall. I was astonished by how tight it was, wishing that I had a real penis so that I could truly feel myself struggling to slide through this chokehold of a crevice.
…What the hell did I just wish for?!
I shook my head, appalled by my sudden vile desires as I continued deeper, my skin coming against her own as my huge, fake penis filled her… rectum entirely.
"Turn the dildo on." She ordered, her hips impatiently wriggling against me.
I moved a hand underneath her body to turn it on, surprised by how aggressively it began to shake. LeBlanc groaned and pressed her forehead flat against the table, a violent shudder shaking throughout her limbs. I could feel the dildo vibrating against my cock sheathed inside of her ass, her skin slightly bouncing from to its intense tremors...
"Go slowly, Syndra." Ordered LeBlanc, her voice muffled into the wood. "Anal isn't something you can be too quick with – not right away, that is."
I took a shaky, deep breath of air and placed both my hands on her hips, beginning to slowly pump into her. I couldn't help but notice a smile quickly coming to my face, and it grew each time my skin gently pressed against her own. It was so tight in there that I had to move her body alongside my careful thrusts; pulling her hips towards myself to go deeper, and pushing them away to pull out…
"Pick it up…" She groaned.
I happily did so, beginning to hump away at her backside with a more medium tempo. Our skin now made a soft smack each time they met, and she let out a sweet whine each time I bottomed out inside of her. But despite my being able to tell that she was loving this, I knew it wasn't enough. The way she hungrily slithered her hips back onto the strap-on each time I pulled away from her told me so…
"More…" She muttered, confirming my suspicions.
I chuckled, watching how she irritably wriggled her wrists within their binds. My hips pulled away from hers, and then I quickly drove myself as deep into her as I could, listening to her huskily growl as my thighs smacked against her backside.
"Oh!" She cried, turning her face on its cheeks so that I could now hear her clearly. "I can feel you, and the dildo inside of me. They're almost touching… despite being in different holes."
She didn't have to go into so much detail…
I furrowed my brow, wishing to no longer hear any more filth from this whore's mouth as I began to vehemently pummel away at her backside. Those purple lips of hers should only open to moan while I'm fucking her.
And they did exactly that.
"Yes!" She howled, arching her back.
I can't believe she's enjoying this so much… I'm inside of her… ass. How could anyone enjoy this?
I was beginning to wonder how great this must feel. She was doing a great job of making it look… enjoyable.
No, Syndra. Stop. Don't think like that.
…
But I bet it feels amazing…
She recoiled from each of my harsh thrusts, the table creaking as the toys upon it rolled around like before. My breasts bounced alongside my zealous pace, sweat dripping down my face as this strenuous task of fucking some purple-headed whore was proving itself to be absolutely draining. I had to force myself to continue, consumed by my desire to watch this girl writhe, refusing to succumb to my exhaustion.
"Oh, god!" She yelled. "S-stop!"
She began to convulse, experiencing the climax which I sought after. I pulled myself out and reached for the dildo in her pussy, my hands being rained upon by her cum as I took it out. A disgusted grunt left my lips as I turned it off, dropping it and my strap-on onto the table, wiping my hands dry against her stockings which were already drenched in her juices…
"S-Syndra…" She breathed. "Remove the rope, please…"
I reached forward, but then I was startled by a cold sensation.
"No…" I muttered.
I felt the tentacles and their cold, wet slime pouring out against me. I gasped and looked down, watching them wrap around my thighs and waist as one slithered its way into my pussy…! I fell to my knees, LeBlanc's shadow casting over me as she stood up and turned around, resting against the side of the table as she observed more tentacles make their way to my breasts.
I couldn't even hope to express my anger. I was completely overwhelmed. My body trembled as my mouth was stuck open, spilling out a constant flow of pained groans and pleasured moans. My chest began to heave, struggling to gather my breath, falling onto my back which arched from the carpet beneath it as I couldn't help but find myself… enjoying this.
It was far more violent than any other attack before it, but that's what made it feel so… great.
I laid there, convulsing on the floor, twisting in pleasure while LeBlanc watched me. I felt myself descending further into madness – and I say further for a reason because I must already be insane if I'm enjoying this. That's the only excuse I can think of - at least one that doesn't brand me as a slut.
I must be insane if I still think I'm not one…
I screamed as I felt the tentacles suddenly stop, leaving me on the brink of climax before running away. I hit my fists against my thighs, my chest heaving as my silver hair clung to my sweaty brow. I moved my eyes up and saw LeBlanc still staring down at me, the curious look on her face quickly disappearing as she noticed my murderous glare and realized that her arms were still tied behind her back.
"Syndra…" She muttered, nervously fidgeting her arms behind her as she spoke. "Calm down…"
No staff. No magic. We're even now, and she knows it.
"You lied…" I muttered, struggling to stand up onto my shaky legs.
She looks so vulnerable, slightly quaking in fear.
"No!" She curtly replied. "That wasn't enough! It still needs more!"
I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath of air. Despite how much I wanted to kill this woman right here, right now, she is my only chance of lifting this curse. I refuse to come crawling to Ahri on my knees, begging for her mercy…
How humiliating that would be…
She took notice of my calming. "Would you please undo this rope?"
I gestured for her to approach me, and once she was close enough, I turned her around and untied the rope, throwing it aside. She had nothing else to say, and so we both got dressed in silence, but once I was about to leave the room, she finally spoke up…
"I have something for you."
I turned from the door and faced her, seeing that in her hands, was a small box lined with some sort of black suede. She walked towards me and I took it from her, opening the lid and rolling my eyes at what I saw. Resting atop a silky, purple cloth was a gold buttplug with a pink-jewelled pommel, just the same as the one she was using earlier, but much smaller…
I slammed it shut and groaned, pushing the box back towards her.
"There is no harm in at least keeping it." She said, pushing it back.
I groaned as she forced the box back into my hands, turning around to leave the room. "Fine…"
No harm in keeping it, I guess…
"Wait!"
I turned around again, startled to see a bottle of oil flying towards me.
"Use lots!" She said, smiling to see me catch the bottle.
I sighed and turned back around, leaving the dungeon. I rushed back to my own room and as soon as I slammed the door shut behind me, I began to fondle myself. Imagines of Sona and even LeBlanc appeared in my head, both coated in oil and chains while wearing eager, lustful expressions for me, their master, to please them.
Frustrated by my pointless masturbation, I left my room and headed to the shower despite it being far after curfew. As I was bathing carelessly, the wet hairs on my skin rose as I heard the door open behind me. With widened eyes I span around, the beat of my heart coming to a halt as I saw Evelynn standing in the doorway leading back to the changeroom.
Fear is what I expected to feel, but arousal was the only thing present. I was salivating because of what stood in front of me…
She was wearing these black, fishnet stockings which stopped around the middle of her thick thighs, her blue fleshing pouring out of every one of their holes. There were red smudges all over her otherwise naked body in the shape of full lips; around her nipples, between her breasts, and even trailing all the way down her body before vanishing above her womanhood…
The woman responsible for placing these black marks upon my body was the same for the red ones on Evelynn's…
My arousal was getting worse as I pictured how those stains got there, drool starting to slip from the corner of my bit lip as I ogled her. She noticed, a sinister smirk coming to her full, purple lips.
"Do you want to have some fun~?" She asked.
I groaned and shook my head despite me wanted to so very badly... Her beautiful, blue body was entrancing. The best thing I've ever seen. It's impossible for someone to be so perfect. I wanted her badly, but I couldn't bring myself to admit that. It would be so humiliating to fuck someone who orchestrated the hell that has become my life…
But I want to so badly…
"Why are you pushing your luck?" She asked licking her lips as I noticed her eyes flickering up and down my body.
Normally, I would try and cover myself up, but I let her ogle me. But not for long before turning around and sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, pressing my thighs together anxiously as I had to focus on suppressing my carnal desires.
It feels like I'm being charmed, but she isn't doing a damn thing but standing there…
"The tentacles are amazing." Said Evelynn. "I hope you're enjoying them…"
"I would if I could – "
"Cum?"
The word echoed in my hand, reminding me of my terrible fate. I groaned as she laughed behind me, hearing the door close before her quiet footsteps faded away in the changeroom.
"Yes," I muttered, my shoulders slumping with shame. "If only I could…"