Day Five…
After taking care of some things this morning, I went to go bathe my filthy body. I stepped into the change room to find two other uniforms sitting upon the benches, my brow twitching with agitation as I realized it meant that there would be two other maids taking up my well-deserved space in the shower. With a frustrated groan, I began stripping down to nothing before marching my way into the shower room, covering the curse marks on my skin as Irelia and Morgana turned their heads to briefly glance at me. My muscle memory forced me to scowl back at them, but I felt no anger within me, but lust instead…
My eyes ogled the alluring, overwhelming curves of the two women in front of me. Irelia, who stood at the very left of the room, had her hands busy with spreading white bubbles that dripped down her muscular body. Her thick thighs were well-defined, leading to her large, round, and what I assumed to be firm, rear. Her back was muscular, and so were her arms. If she turned around, I'd easily be able to see her abs flaunting themselves through her healthy, ivory skin. She had an amazing body which was the product of the strenuous exercise she puts herself through every day. Exercise which I'm sure consists of some fucking; a reason why some of the girls working here have such physically fit bodies.
Morgana, who stood at the very right of the room, leaving only the two spots between them for me, had skin as pale as a ghost. Her body wasn't half as muscular as Irelia's, but I'm sure it'll get halfway there in a few years from all the sex she has. This purple-winged goth was one of the biggest sluts in the mansion, and she had the body just for it, just like Sona. Her thighs looked like they'd sink under the gentlest touch, and so did her fat, supple ass. And I couldn't imagine how much trouble it would be to try to hold her humungous breasts in the palms of my hands…
I had to shake my head clear of all disgusting thoughts and desires I had and took the spot beside Irelia. Like Kayle and Karma, she's far from being a slut and acts like a prude too, but something about her makes me suspect that she keeps her nefarious experiences a secret. But prudent or not, Irelia'll be much less likely to bother me than Morgana who might just try to tie me down any second now…
Not that I would mind…
…
No. I would mind. Because I'd rather tie her down.
I turned the knob in front of me and soon felt the warm water rain down upon my skin, resisting this compulsion to ogle the other women in this room even more than I already was. I closed my eyes and tried to focus but doing so only resulted in the firm bite of my bottom lip as my hands sunk into the soft flesh of my own breasts. But after a few gentle squeezes, I flinched when I heard the door open behind me. In a panic, I dropped my hands back to my sides and hoped that no one noticed what I was doing, but as I turned around, it felt like strings were trying to tug my hands back to my breasts as I laid my eyes upon Sona's naked, beautiful body.
I'm finding myself overwhelmed by the three different forms of beautiful thickness surrounding me. I didn't have enough hands to fuck them all.
…
Syndra! Clear your mind of these disgusting thoughts!
Sona looked up at me with that innocent stare of hers, but that bashfulness quickly turned into this… indescribable gaze. We both shook our heads as if we were both trying to clear our minds of licentious thoughts. She walked forward and had no choice but to stand beside me. Her cheeks turned pink as she looked at me in the corner of her eye, biting her bottom lip as she turned her knob which rained water that forced upon her body a lustrous shine. The two of us soon began to exchange more glances filled with almost palpable lust, the both of us drinking the sight of our bodies like we just found water after days of being lost in a desert. With the many locks of our horny eyes, we both knew we wished it was just us in here.
I wonder what would happen if our wishes came true. I'm sure the entire mansion would hear her moans, if she could, from halls away…
Before I stepped inside of here, my arousal was already rampant, but now I couldn't find a word to describe it. But what I could describe was the fear that was beginning to arise within me, knowing that the intense throb of my womanhood only meant that it would be filled with something purple, something alive. I shook my head and groaned, forcing myself to leave the eye-candy surrounding me. I rushed into the changeroom and sunk one hand into a breast as the other slithered between my thighs.
Why was this my first instinct? The first thing I did without thinking?
The sound of my fingers quickly thrusting in and out of my dripping pussy filled the changeroom, and I couldn't count the time I had spent like this. I was losing myself to pleasure, so much that I was startled by the sudden sound of something that didn't leave either pair of my lips. I quickly stopped my shameful actions and froze, my heart beating firm against the inside of my chest as I anxiously awaited the judging insults from whoever was behind me.
But I received none.
As if I were being watched, I cautiously picked up my towel, wondering if the woman behind me didn't catch what I was doing, or simply didn't care. I slowly started to dry my body, turning my head over my shoulder to catch a view of Irelia's wet and naked body. She would've definitely said something, as she's very vocal of her disapproval of things slutty, so she must've not seen anything. I let my eyes wander for far too long, observing how her toned thighs just barely shook as she reached for her towel. I had to turn away before she noticed, drying my body off before getting dressed. Except for my stockings and my shoes, I got into my uniform as swiftly as I could, nervous that the tentacles could appear at any time. But my need for pleasure was getting the better of me because as I was tightening the strings of my dress, my hands moved a little further up so that they could give in to the overwhelming craving I had to sink all ten of their fingers into my breasts…
Syndra… You are acting like such a slut…
…
That's because I am one…
I turned around and bit my bottom lip, pressing my knees together as I found myself salivating. Perhaps I was getting too carried away… because my laboured breathing managed to catch Irelia's attention. She turned around and I cleared my throat, pretending to fix the bust of my dress in the sight of her brow-furrowed gaze. But as she continued to gawk at me, they showed up.
I cleared my throat once more to stifle a gasp, feeling the tentacles wriggling underneath my dress as my heartbeat got scarily fast. I was already in a panic, nervous that she could see the tentacles. I tried my best to keep myself together, but she kept looking at me with that stupid, skeptical stare, and the slightest movements of her muscular body made me believe she finally spotted what was slithering beneath my uniform. I waited and waited and waited, and it felt like eons before she finally turned away, bringing me relief which I couldn't express with a sigh.
Because if I dared to open my mouth, a moan would bounce off the walls of this room…
I grabbed one of my stockings and scrunched it up before placing my left foot into it. I took a deep breath of air, struggling with slowly running it up my shaky leg as one tentacle was hurriedly thrusting in and out of my pussy. Once my left leg was dressed, I grabbed the other stocking to cover my other leg. But as the second stocking rolled past my knee, one of the many tentacles hugging my body began to descend my thigh above it. My heart froze as I worriedly looked up to see if Irelia was staring at me, but all I saw was the stunning parts that made up the back of her. I forced my eyes back down to continue rolling the stocking up my leg, left with no choice but to pull it over the descending tentacle, smothering it against my inner thigh. I then stood up and slipped my feet into my shoes, feeling the tentacle slowly wriggling beneath my stocking, refusing to leave it.
I quickly stormed past Irelia and out of the changeroom, barging into a supply closet just across from it. I couldn't find the light as I entered, stumbling over some cleaning supplies which crashed to the floor around me. As I was struggling to find a flat place to stand, I froze up; feeling the slimy, smooth texture of one of the tentacles brushing against my anus…! I gasped and reached down behind me, lifting my skirt and trying my best to yank it away. But as I already knew, it was immovable, leaving me fearing for the worst. I closed my eyes and placed my hands against anything I could find, trembling nervously as I braced myself for something terrible…
The tentacle tickled the entrance of my anus, but it slithered past, eliciting a sigh of relief from my bit lips as it wrapped tight around my thighs. I think I was holding onto a broom, but whatever it was, my grip tightened around it as the tentacle pumping away into my pussy became even more impassioned. My eyes rolled back into my head and I tried my best to stifle my moans as I could hear footsteps passing by in the hall. I bet they could hear the tentacle thrusting into my wet womanhood as well as the sounds of my muffled pants accompanying them. The only reason why they didn't check, is that these sounds are normal to hear behind closed doors in this disgusting place.
My mind was being distorted just after a few minutes of this intense, blissful pleasure. There was a drone in the back of my head and it was telling me to insert this broom in my mouth and go down on it like a cock.
A big, juicy cock.
It felt like a hand took hold of the back of my head and pushed my head down, causing my lips to press against the tip of the broom's handle. My eyes went shut and I took it as deep as I could, resisting the urge to gag as I held myself there for a few seconds. Then, I began to bob my head up and down, slobbering on this wooden broom handle as a tentacle monster had its way with my trembling body beneath my uniform…
Syndra… look at yourself. Look at what you're doing…
I couldn't count how long I was doing this for, but eventually, the tentacles retreated, leaving me frustrated as I peeled myself from the broom. I fixed my uniform and took a long, well-deserved breath of air, stumbling out from the supply closet as I looked behind me to see the small puddle of excitement which I had left on the floor. I slammed the door shut and wiped the sweat from my brow, turning around before stumbling against the wall on shaky legs.
I was powerless as the monster considered entering my… anus, but what happens if it decides to show me no mercy next time?
I'm ashamed of what I must do to prevent that…
I barged into my room and locked the door behind me, throwing my dress onto my bed before walking over to my dresser. My eyes laid upon the black box which LeBlanc had given to me last night, the clear bottle of oil right beside it.
It was as if she knew that I would need it…
My nervous hands crept forward to take hold of the box, lifting the lid before seeing the spade-shaped buttplug, my disgusted reflection staring back at me through its gold surface. I reached for it and was unsettled by the cold metal inside the clasp of my warm palm. I pushed the box aside and reached for the bottle of oil, opening it and holding it over this… thing before tightly squeezing it. The oil quickly poured out from the nozzle, drowning this wretched, gold-metal creation. Once I was content, I dropped the bottle down onto the dresser and made sure to spread as much of this oil as I could against this 'toy', leaving me with one last thing to lubricate…
The thought made me shudder. I couldn't believe that I was going to do this, but I'd rather have this thing inside of me than those things…
I let the buttplug down onto the pool of oil collecting on my dresser and reached for the bottle again, opening my hand to pour a thick wad onto my fingers. Then, I dropped and moved my hand behind me, placing it between my rear before pressing the clump of lube against my anus. My eyes went shut as I clenched my teeth, spreading the warm lube generously against the buttplug's destination…
My hands then went for the buttplug and I took it to the middle of the room, placing my left hand onto the footposts of my bed as I bent over, looking over my shoulder to watch my body in the tall mirror behind me. I spread my legs apart, feeling the cold oil slowly drip down my inner thighs amongst other things, dread on my face as I moved my right hand behind me. I pressed the tip of the buttplug against my anus, shuddering as I was unsettled by its frigid temperature. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down, reminding myself that it was either this or the tentacles.
"You can do this, Syndra…" I quietly muttered to myself, unconvinced by my own, unconfident words.
I closed my eyes and began to push it against my asshole, a whimper leaving my bit lips as I could feel its cold tip slithering its way inside of me. I paused to collect myself - to keep myself together, taking a long, deep breath of air as I shook my head, sighing before resuming with just a bit more confidence. I could feel it go just slightly deeper, greeted with discomfort and pain that forced me to slow down my already snail-like pace, my face contorting with anguish as I had to remind myself once more, that I must do this.
This, or the tentacles.
I could vividly feel myself opening up to accept this... thing, bit by bit of its cold, gold metal slowly making its way inside of me, pushed by a nervous hand which clutched tightly onto its round, jewelled pommel. My bottom lip broke free of the bite of my teeth, a groan fleeing my mouth as I could feel my asshole spreading wider. My head was beginning to feel light because I was forgetting to breathe, pausing to take a big breath of air as I moved my fingers to feel how much more I had to push this plug in.
Barely any of it was in.
This, or the tentacles.
I furrowed my brow with determination and took another long breath of air, biting my bottom lip to silence myself after another groan fled my lips once I continued to push my fingers against a purple jewel. I felt more of it slithering in, refusing to stop despite how badly I wanted to, knowing that the only time I could stop, was once my anus was filled with this… disgusting thing...
This, or the tentacles.
"Ah..." I moaned.
My bottom lip began to hurt from how firmly I was biting into it, my toes curling as cold metal went deeper and deeper into my warm, once-forbidden entrance. I could tell that I was almost there, knowing that my anus would soon be filled with LeBlanc's gift, a smile coming to my lips as I scanned the rest of the plug with my fingers to confirm how little I had left to put in. But my eyes widened when I felt my fingers travel far too much across its smooth, slick surface, knowing that there was much left to go inside of me.
This, or the tentacles.
So, I continued pushing it in despite being at this for a few minutes now, feeling how wide my anus was opening to accept the buttplug travelling into it. I could tell I was getting to the big part now, my face strained with discomfort and a bit of pain as I continued to press on, breathing heavily and moaning frequently as my toes curled up even tighter.
"Oh..." I moaned, lifting my heels from the floor as my fingers continued to push the plug in deeper.
This, or the tentacles.
"Oh..." I moaned once more, ashamed by the determination I had to defile my sacred entrance with something so overwhelmingly sinful.
This, or the tentacles.
My breathy moans were like a mantra, but despite how terrible it felt, that mantra refused to come to a stop just as much as my fingers did. The pleasure was quickly overwhelming the pain, and my body made sure to keep it that way, moving as if I had no more volition, ensuring that this plug would soon fill me…
"Ah...!" I gasped, tightening up as I felt the plug suddenly sink into place, filling my anus with cold steel, and myself with pride.
It's… in me.
I could feel how tightly the walls of my rectum clenched around the toy, uncomfortable with the sensation of having my anus filled with something so disgusting, so cold, so devious. I stood up and turned around, looking into the mirror to see the reflection of some silver-haired slut staring back at me. She had this tiny, little smile on her face as if she were proud that she conquered LeBlanc's tiny buttplug, satisfied by the feeling of its jewelled pommel pressing against the entrance which she considered so hallowed…
That slut was me.
Lubricant dripped down my thighs, my mind confusing it for the mess of excited liquids always leaking from my orgasm-deprived womanhood as I turned to walk towards my...
"Oh..." I breathed.
Walking feels… Weird.
…
Weirdly good…
I shook my head to clear my mind from the fact that this felt... good to me, continuing towards my dresser to grab a napkin to wipe myself dry. But as I threw the napkin into the garbage, I couldn't help but shake the feeling of how... rewarded I felt with having my anus filled like this. I put my uniform on to distract myself from my disgusting thoughts and feelings, but the process of dressing myself wasn't nearly enough...
I quickly exited my room, unable to walk normally as I had to ignore the pleasure I felt from having the buttplug stimulate me with every step, reminding me that it didn't just get there randomly. As I passed by a few maids, I had this unexpected surge of… arousal. Wearing something so devious in public – its presence unknown to people passing by – was just…
Thrilling.
I can't believe I'm thinking like this…
…
…But it feels so good.
I eventually wandered into the kitchen to find it empty, but barely spent any time with enjoying my solitude as I felt the cold tentacles slithering beneath my uniform.
But they appeared just an hour ago… Why are they back so soon?!
I walked behind the marble countertop in the middle of the kitchen to face the doors, hiding the lower half of my body behind it just in case anyone enters. My hands moved forward and I gripped onto the edge of the countertop, its smooth surface squealing against my skin as I closed my eyes, finding that I was happily anticipating this attack…
…I can't believe I'm like this. What happened to me?
They slithered all around me, their movements quicker than before as they took their places around my breasts, my thighs, and the rest of my body. I nervously sunk my teeth into my bottom lip, feeling a tentacle prod against the jewel of my buttplug before giving up, thrusting itself into my dripping pussy instead.
"Oh!" I moaned, shuddering as I couldn't help but stop my mouth from twisting into a tiny smirk.
I was relieved to find that this buttplug has an actual purpose and that I'm not wearing it just for my own pleasure…
My heels rose from the floor as my knees press together, the tentacle inside of me already fucking my pussy with a vehement pace, its friends tightening around my breasts. I moved my hips against each and every one of its thrusts, unsatisfied by its harsh strides despite how they moved deep enough to slightly distend my crotch…
"Ah..."
My open-mouthed smile vanished as I heard the kitchen door creak open. I opened my eyes to see Ahri wearing a white, long-sleeved turtleneck so tight that I could see her navel and firm nipples through its thin fabric. Beneath that, she wore a white mini-skirt short enough that it revealed some of her supple, ivory flesh between it and the white thigh-high stockings which were fed into a pair of black, flat shoes.
I wanted to rip those slutty garments off her seductive body.
She slowly ran her tongue across her lips, walking forward without closing the door behind her. "Is our friend here?"
I glared at her and tried to recollect myself, watching as her long, sensual legs brought her around the countertop before she disappeared behind me. She chuckled, and I knew that meant that she could see the humps of the nine tentacles flourishing beneath my uniform.
"It is." She stated, answered her own question.
Her footsteps came closer and I didn't know if I should turn around or keep my eyes on the door in case anyone enters. But before I could decide, she took hold of my skirt, my eyes widening as she lifted it up, letting a cold draft come against my flesh. I was in no position to do anything about this, focusing entirely on maintaining my composure which was on the verge of crumbling at any second.
"Oh, you slut…" She giggled. "Is that what I think it is?"
No… I completely forgot about that.
But how could I forget about it? It feels so vivid inside of me. It would be impossible to forget about it…
…
Because maybe, forgetting about it was an excuse to ignore the fact that perhaps, I wanted Ahri to see it…
"Shut up…" I murmured, not wishing to be heard from the dining room. "Leave me alone."
She chuckled, and then I felt the fabric of my skirt fall back down before clinging to my sweaty flesh. She strutted past me and my eyes latched onto her captivating body, following it until she walked out of the kitchen and closed the door behind her. I let out a relieved sigh, surprised by her courtesy, and wondering what the point of that even was. I closed my eyes and sunk my teeth back into my bottom lip, enjoying the rest of this attack before my pleasure was brought to a swift end, reminding me that I still couldn't cum and that this pleasure was pointless so long that I can't.
I hate this…
I gave myself a minute to gather myself before grabbing a snack and eating it before leaving the kitchen. I went on with the rest of my day with the buttplug inside of me, too scared to remove it as I was forced to ignore the abhorrent feelings which spawned from having my anus filled. Once it was finally past curfew, I stepped into the dungeon to see the woman who had gifted me what was currently stuffing my asshole, leaning against a pillory with her staff in her hand…
To Be Continued...