Day Five, Part Two.
LeBlanc's eyes rose as I locked the dungeon's door behind myself. "Are you wearing it?"
I clenched my teeth and hands, hesitating to nod.
"What happened about all that yesterday?" She asked. "I thought you were against an- "
"The tentacles tried entering me!" I shouted, cutting her off. "I had to!"
She chuckled and shook her head. "Well… how does it feel?"
Not so bad, but I can't tell her that…
"Terrible," I muttered, disgusted that I had to tell a lie. "But I'd rather have this thing inside of me than a tentacle…"
I wonder how that would feel, though…
I shuddered in disgust and shook my head, trying to rid my mind of the horrid thoughts my arousal keeps conjuring up. I'm finding that I'm also trying to convince myself that I'm wearing this thing for preventative reasons, and nothing else.
I don't like it… I swear…
LeBlanc's mouth twisted into a lascivious grin. "Remove your dress."
I returned a glare, shaking my head. "How can I trust you?"
"…You don't already?" She asked, raising a single eyebrow. "I mean… considering what we've already done."
What she said was true. I let her tie me up and finger herself in front of me. I let her tie me up again and use three vibrators on me. I let myself tie her up and then fuck her from behind…
And I still remember how much she loved it when I entered her anus…
And pounded it.
"…We've made no progress." I muttered.
"We have." She angrily stated. "I'm not holding you captive. You can figure this out on your own, or with my help. It's your choice."
I took a step forward, a skeptical look still on my face. "But why are you helping me?"
"…Because I wish to learn everything there is about this fascinating curse." She answered, stepping forward herself. "That's all."
"But when can you lift it?"
"…When I can."
"…And when is that?"
"When I learn everything there is to know." She muttered, shaking her head. "I've already told you this. I can't lift the curse without knowing everything about it."
She did tell me that during our first meeting…
"I know you think I'm just using you for my own amusement." Said LeBlanc. "I assure you that I'm not. The sexual tests we partake in are necessary due to the nature of the curse."
"Fine," I muttered, not wishing to hear more of this boring, complicated talk. "So, what now? What stupid test is next?"
She smiled. "Remove your clothing, and I will tell you."
I rolled my eyes and did so, throwing my dress onto some random bench.
"Good…" She smiled. "We'll be trying to satiate the monster once more."
"But that didn't work last time…" I stated, despite wishing to hear her say that…
"Third time's the charm." She said. "And we're going to do so a different way."
As LeBlanc finished speaking, she turned to face the pillory she was leaning against, unlatching the lock before raising its top half. I cocked my head back in disgust, furrowing my brow. Surely, she wasn't suggesting for me to get in that thing like some livestock…? But I've already been in the x-cross, and that's not much different, is it?
I was so quick to submit…
I walked towards it, placing my head and arms into the holes before LeBlanc brought the top half back down, locking it over my neck and wrists. In front of me, I suddenly saw a cloud of purple mist that was already beginning to dissipate to reveal a large, tall mirror bordered with gold trimming.
"W-what're you planning?" I nervously asked, realizing that I should've done so sooner…
I could see my bound, pitiful reflection, and behind me, LeBlanc; her staff high in the air with its jewel glowing purple. Before I could voice my concern, a bunch of bright, gold chains flourished out from it, intricately coiling around my body, moving between my breasts and around my limbs.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" I screamed, struggling within the pillory and the ethereal chains.
Why do I so easily let myself be put into these situations? Is it because I want to…?
She remained silent, resting her staff down onto the bench behind us while licking her lips, her eyes on my ass. "Are you willing to lift the curse tonight?"
The thought of such a possibility calmed me down. "O-of course!" I stammered. "I'll do anything!"
I watched in the mirror as her hand lowered, disappearing behind me, her fingers brushing against my skin before they surrounded the jewelled pommel of my buttplug…
"W-wait!" I fidgeted. "Not anything!"
…I doubted my own words, fearing that I just lied.
The anxious beat of my heart began to deafen me as I could feel LeBlanc gently tugging on the buttplug which I was so tightly clenched around. I closed my eyes and tried my best to calm down, taking long, deep breaths as I could feel how slowly its now-warm metal began to slither out of me. The buttplug's widest part was stopped by the entrance of my anus, but LeBlanc continued to delicately pull it towards herself. I opened my eyes to see a wide grin on her face, my teeth grinding together as I could feel so vividly, my most devious hole slowly opening bit by bit as if it refused to free what I stuffed in it earlier...
I couldn't tell whether it was felt so difficult for LeBlanc to remove this buttplug because I was so anally-inexperienced... or that my body was just refusing to let it free...
…
But that would mean that I like this, having my anus filled with cold metal...
"Ah...!" I breathed, shuddering as I suddenly felt my anus clench around the buttplug, knowing that its largest part was finally freed from the ensnarement of my ass.
I opened my eyes as I heard her laugh, looking in the mirror to see her examining what was once filling me with a demeaning look. I knew what she was thinking. That buttplug was nothing to her, dwarfed by what she most likely had shoved between the cheeks of her own rear…
She strutted out of sight and I couldn't turn my head to the right enough to see what she was doing. I could only hear her place things down and pick things up from the table I assumed she stood at. Her footsteps came back, and she soon came to stand behind me, my anxiety justified by what I saw in possession of her now naked body. The large strap-on I used on her last night was wrapped around her hips, and in her hands, she was struggling to carry a red, rubber ball-gag, a medium-sized pink dildo, and a bottle of oil…
I began to struggle in the pillory once more, barely able to move as the ethereal chains wrapped tight around me proved to be very restricting. I shouted nonsense as I watched LeBlanc lower the dildo behind me, feeling it come against my womanhood before being driven inside. I groaned before letting out a sigh of relief, worried that she was going to put that thing elsewhere…
But that leaves the big, black beast wrapped around her hips. Something which I was horrified by.
…
Horrified not of it, though, but where I wanted it…
She walked to stand in front of me, placing the gag over my head before shoving the red, rubber ball between my lips, tightening the straps behind my head as I felt it sink into my mouth. I screamed, livid at the sound of my muffled voice, realizing I should've protested while she was putting it on…
I let her put it on me and I didn't even try to stop her. I'm just trying to convince myself at this point that I'm not some slut who wishes for these things to happen to her…
I was pulled from my 'angry' trance as I felt cold liquid pooling atop my anus, looking up into the mirror to see LeBlanc back behind me again with one hand squeezing the bottle. I pointlessly tried shaking myself out of the pillory but the gold, glowing chains around me tightened, almost entirely immobilizing my already-immobilized body. I could only watch as she let the bottle fall to the floor, hearing it bounce around as her hands moved to pull the dildo out from my womanhood before pressing its tip against my anus.
I was disappointed - disappointed that she wasn't going to thrust that big cock of hers into my tight, little anus…
…
…What's wrong with me? Why am I thinking like this?
I whined into the gag as she slowly pushed it in, clenching my hands into fists as my heels rose from the floor. I could feel myself opening up to accept it, just like I did earlier today with the buttplug, but this time it felt easier. My eyes rolled up into the back of my head, the dildo going deeper and deeper, another groan upon another groan silenced into the red, rubble ball before it finally filled me up…
It felt awful.
…
Awfully good.
LeBlanc carefully pulled the dildo halfway out before gently thrusting it back in, my limbs shuddering as I closed my eyes, not wishing to see the pleasured look on my face that was currently reflecting in the mirror. This was so different from any pleasure I've experienced before, and that's because this is my first time doing something so…
Devious.
"You're already enjoying this, Syndra." LeBlanc chuckled. "I can see it in your face."
No. I'm not! It's the curse marks! They're making me enjoy this! They're forcing me to enjoy this! I'm not some slut who finds pleasures in things like this! I swear I'm not!
…
But I am.
I opened my eyes to see her smirk in the mirror, cursing into the gag as my helplessness made her chuckle once more. She began to pick up her pace, causing my muffled profanity to turn into louder groans, and then eventually, muffled moans. Tears started running down my cheeks as it was evident that I was enjoying this.
Really enjoying this…
I was repulsed by the disappointment I felt when she had stopped, leaving the dildo deep within my clutching rectum. But my disappointment quickly turned into bliss as I felt a switch be flicked on the bottom of the dildo, my teeth clattering together as it began to assaults my body with intense, raucous tremors.
While the toy was vibrating within my ass, I gazed into the mirror with blurry vision, watching LeBlanc take a step back, grab her staff, and then lift it into the air. A cloud of purple mist appeared beside her before quickly dissipating, my eyes widening as I was completely blown away by what I saw…
LeBlanc, beside… LeBlanc; both without the dress of their French maid uniform…
Things were about to get interesting…
The one I assumed to be the clone fell onto her knees, crawling underneath my legs which were already spread apart. Most of what I could see of her was covered by the pillory, watching as she rested her rear onto the back of her heels, her hands taking hold of my thighs as her frilly headpiece brushed against my tight stomach. While I could barely see her, I could definitely feel her, the clone's tongue tapping its sweet way up and between my dripping, southern lips before it began to fervidly hammer against my most-sensitive bud…
"Mmfhgh!" I moaned into the gag.
This felt too good for me to pretend to be angry any further, ecstasy prevailing over my emotions as I was being mentally-undone by a violent vibrator shoved inside my tight, little anus and a skilled tongue between my thighs. I was shaking wildly, the pillory rattling as the ethereal chains became even tighter, keeping me as still as they could as LeBlanc's hands came to take hold of my hips, my eyes opening to see her grinning at me through the mirror.
I felt the tip of her strap-on come against my dripping womanhood, her hands pulling herself towards me as she thrust her way in, our skin coming together with a loud smack. I groaned into the gag and shut my eyes, curling my fingers and toes as my heels lifted from the floor. My eyes rolled up into the back of my head, humiliated by the feeling of my own drool running down my chin, caused by the gag which silenced the moans that would confirm how much I was loving this.
Confirm how much of a slut I was…
I couldn't keep quiet as my body was being desecrated, my muffled moans joining the ensemble composed of a loud vibrator, the clone feasting upon my womanhood, and its conjurer pummeling away from behind me. I opened my teary eyes and gazed into the mirror, watching as LeBlanc's breasts bounced alongside her zealous rhythm, my body shaking each time she bottomed out within my soaked pussy. My southern lips gripped tight onto her false-member, my inner-walls clenching around it as it felt as if the two toys within separate holes were touching inside of me…
I'm thankful that this ball is shoved between my lips because I knew that I would admit to LeBlanc that I was loving the way she and her clone were treating me...
My body was growing exhausted just as much as my holes were becoming sore. Seconds upon seconds sprinted by, the curse marks on my flesh refusing to let go of the edge of a steep cliff - a cliff which hung over a beautiful ocean that'd drown me in pleasure from a wondrous climax. I cried into the gag, frustrated that no matter how hard my desperate body is fucked, it will always cling to the edge. No matter how much it wants to plummet...
Please… I need to cum…
Disappointment and anguish filled me as I felt LeBlanc begin to slow down, wishing for her to continue despite knowing those wishes branded me as something I hated, a whore. The both of us were heavily panting as LeBlanc turned the vibrator off, pulling it, and herself out from both my holes, her clone releasing my bud from its skillful lips before standing in front of me to remove my gag.
"Did you cum?" She asked, her clone strutting towards her before beginning to undo the strap-on's harness wrapped around her hips.
"No…" I muttered, watching the clone take all the toys from LeBlanc and return them to the table she got them from like an obedient dog.
"R-really?" She stuttered, a flabbergasted look on her face. "No way. I'm sure you came once or twice… There were a few times where- "
A few times where I was trembling? Moaning? Begging?
No.
My body was just pretending, trying to mimic what it craved so badly.
"I didn't," I muttered in defeat.
A disappointed look came to her face. "That's impossible… I was trying my best." She stated, shaking her head. "I don't know a single maid who hasn't came to that combo… especially for nearly thirty minutes straight."
Thirty minutes… I just spent thirty minutes getting fucked like some hopeless, desperate slut. And the worst was that I loved it. The half-hour felt like five minutes, and you know how they say time flies when you're enjoying yourself…
"W-what was the purpose of this...?" I breathed.
Other than to remind me of my torturous fate…
"An attempt to lift your curse..." She answered.
"Lift?" I asked. "How? I thought we were just satiating the monster…"
"That too." Said LeBlanc. "…I'm sure you've noticed by now."
"Noticed what…?"
"That there is no curse mark on your anus."
...
I noticed a long time ago, but I was horrified by what it implied. But now, I was no longer afraid… because I've lost all control to the slut within me. The prudish woman I was five days ago was no more. I've lost my shame, my pride, and my mind. Now, I only cared about fulfilling my desires, one of which is to lift this curse so that I could finally cum... That's why I didn't care about the implications of there not being a curse mark on my anus. I knew what it meant, and now, it joined my growing list of filthy wishes.
"Remove me from this thing," I demanded, my breath shaky.
She nodded her head, taking hold of her staff and freeing my body from the grasp of her golden, magical chains. Then, she walked forward, unlatching the pillory before lifting it up, the skin on the back of my neck and wrists finally feeling some fresh air. I stood straight onto my shaky legs, LeBlanc taking hold of me to stop me from falling, my chest heaving as I took a few deep breaths of air. I opened my mouth to ask her if the curse could still be lifted, but then I felt the presence of something else in the room. Something that was already clinging to my back.
They're heavier.
It pushed my legs in from behind, causing me to stumble onto my knees before it tugged my arms backwards, forcing me onto my back. It was now the only thing between me and the puddles of my excitement and drool on the floor, forcing my back into an arch as I wasn't heavy enough to crush it. I looked down to watch as its purple tendrils wrapped tight around my limbs, spreading them apart as if I were on an x-cross, holding them to the floor, leaving me unable to move.
They're bigger.
Without warning, one thrust inside of my pussy, causing me to lift my back even higher from the floor as I cried out, feeling it fill me up.
Much bigger.
They began to violently fuck me, pushing my body to the brink of climax as it barely had any time to recover from the half-hour of non-stop sex it just endured. It was obvious that this was too much for me to handle, my body hopelessly convulsing against the strength of the tentacles wrapped around it as my open mouth let out a never-ending plethora of raucous moans.
But I was quickly silenced, a tentacle coiling its way up and around my neck before pushing itself between my parted lips. Another brushed against my anus and all that talk earlier was for nothing. I was stricken with fear, knowing that I couldn't take it, even when they were small. I could only pray that it wouldn't try, my sigh of relief muffled into the smooth, purple flesh of the tentacle shoved inside my mouth as its friend showed mercy and roamed elsewhere... and into my pussy.
I cried out, feeling it stretch the walls of my womanhood as it slithered inside, struggling for space alongside its partner. Together, they quickly pumped like pistons, one entering while the other exited, following a violent, yet harmonious rhythm. One was a lot, but now there were two and they were both almost double the size. My mind went blank as I was being overwhelmed by pleasure, my lips tightening around the tentacle between them as I sucked it like it were a cock.
This was so humiliating…
LeBlanc did nothing but watch the thick tentacles ravage my whorish body. Tears were running down my face as much as my sweat did – tears of joy. I was loving this. This felt almost as good as what LeBlanc and her clone did to me. The only thing that could make this better was if I could cum, or if the tentacle were to enter me were a powerful dildo just was…
I was disappointed in myself, but not because of what I was wishing for. No. I was disappointed that I couldn't fulfill this desire due to my inexperience…
The was no hope to appear as strong in front of LeBlanc who had this unconvincing, worried look on her face. I could tell she was enjoying it, but clearly not as much as I was… My eyes went shut as I tried to let out another pitiful groan, my throat strained by how often it did so tonight. And besides, any hoarse sound my mouth would try to let out just simply couldn't. Something was currently occupying it…
I was a complete mess, reduced to nothing but a plaything to the sex-craving monster which tortured me, my climax-incapable-and-deprived body writhing under the admittedly-pleasurable administrations of its fervid tentacles. I was so fucking frustrated! Once more, I was forced to experience this horrible feeling of being tipped over the edge, my ever-so-desirable climax absent! I could only groan, moan, tremble, writhe, and yearn for a climax as the tentacles edged me endlessly…
...But it felt so fucking good!
They finally stopped, and it felt like I was piecing my mind together, like fitting shards of glass back into a mirror. I've never felt so deprived before. Both times tonight, I've had this feeling – the feeling that I'm about to cum, and both times tonight, my climax felt like it was ripped from the clutches of my desperate body.
I can't handle this anymore…
"Syndra. I'm now certain that I can lift the curse." Said LeBlanc. "I now have all the information I need."
Her words lit me ablaze with joy. I struggled to gaze at her with my tired eyes, panting heavily while drenched in my own sweat.
"Do it now," I muttered.
The fire was quickly put out when I saw her avert her eyes from my own. "Not tonight. You won't be able to handle the process."
I smiled, suspecting what the process would be. "…I-it's anal, isn't it?"
She chuckled and nodded her head.
Now, despite what you've been reading about me so far… I'm not some dumb slut. I'm a smart one. I thought about it for a few moments.
"B-but did we just n-not do anal?" I asked, still struggling for air.
That word still made me cringe, but I didn't know if it was with disgust or delight…
"It needs to be anal only," LeBlanc said. "What my clone and I did to your pussy interfered with lifting the curse."
"Anal only…" I repeated, the word ghastly. "Can you even cum from that?"
"Of course." Chuckled LeBlanc. "I can attest to that."
"Why wouldn't I be able to handle the process?" I asked, slowly standing to my feet to make myself appear resilient.
"Because I'm going to fuck the life out of you."
...Hearing those words just made me… melt.
I looked down to see LeBlanc holding something in her hands. It was a small box wrapped in black felt, just like the one she gave me before. She extended her arms forward and I took it, opening the box to see a fat buttplug made of gold metal with a much larger pink jewel attached to the bottom of its stem. It was as large as the one she had in her that one night…
"Don't come here tomorrow." Stated LeBlanc.
"…Why?"
"I need you to wear that as much as possible for the next two days." She explained. "Only remove it when necessary."
I slowly nodded my head, feeling the right corner of my mouth twitch as if it were trying to twist into a smile, staring at my daunted reflection on the surface of the toy's gold, reflective metal. LeBlanc chuckled, and I looked up to see her handing me a big bottle of lube. I took it from her, knowing that I would need it.
"Only two days ago, the mere mention of anal pissed you off." Said LeBlanc. "But now, it does the opposite."
And that's when I realized that I didn't feel the twitch in my mouth any more because a wide smile had taken over it already. A smile. A smile was on my face because I was anticipating what's to come in the next few days... I shook my head and furrowed my brow at her, trying my best to flip my lips upside down.
"I'm not judging." She said. "But it is remarkable to see how much Ahri's punishment has changed you in just five days."
My eyes fell back down to stare at the open box in my left hand. LeBlanc is right… Ahri's punishment has ruined me, twisted me into this disgusting being. The Syndra five days ago would retch at the possibility of doing something like this... but now...
...Just what have I become?
I sighed and shrugged my shoulders, feeling like I had just silently admitted defeat as I accepted that Ahri had formed into what I am now. Maybe I'll be back to normal after this is all over. Maybe the curse is forcing me to think like this.
Or maybe, Syndra, this was you all along.
I turned around and picked up my dress before walking towards the door.
"Make sure you clean yourself before coming here two days from now!" Shouted LeBlanc. "And you better be wearing the buttplug when you do."
I didn't say anything and continued forward, exiting the dungeon before heading to my room.
Or so I thought.
I went upstairs, and then upstairs again.
Straight to Ahri's room.
My heart was pummeling against the inside of my chest, sweat dripping down my body as I was anxiously fidgeting outside her door. I could hear her bed squeaking, flesh being struck by whips, vibrators vibrating, and women loudly moaning. I slung my dress over my shoulder before moving one hand to sink into a breast and the other between my thighs so that I could just shove three fingers inside of myself and...
"Oh…"
I turned my head and bit into my dress to keep myself silent, placing an ear against the door as my fingers became a blur inside of me. I fear that I would've entered if it weren't for the fact that Ahri has what I assume to be two other maids in there… all fucking each other until they cum.
Something that I won't ever experience again for who knows how long…
I spent nearly half-an-hour outside Ahri's door, edging myself as silent as I could be as I listened to the devious activities occurring behind it. I recognized the voices as Nidalee's and Riven's, hearing their climax-induced cries over and over again before they would beg that giggling, fox-eared slut for more…
I only left once I realized how loud the sound of my fingers pumping within my pond-like excuse of a pussy was becoming, sucking my juices off from my digits like some whore before I quietly tiptoed my way down the stairs and back to my room.
"I'm not that weak," I whispered to myself, stripping down to nothing before slipping into my bed. "I won't submit to Ahri. Never."
But just now, I almost did…
My hands then went to places they've grown used to being before I proceeded to furiously finger-fuck myself to even further madness, desperate for an orgasm which I knew too-well won't ever happen.
"…Will I ever cum again?" I asked myself, staring up at the darkness in my room.
I don't have as much fight left in me as I'd like to believe...