Day Six, Part Two...

I got dressed and showered my body with perfume to mask the dank scents of sex before leaving my room to go searching for LeBlanc. I need inquire her about this collar because I knew if I asked Ahri, she won't tell me a fucking thing. But there's one problem: I don't know LeBlanc's schedule, so I'll just have to walk around until I find her.

I roamed around the mansion, refusing to ask anyone about LeBlanc, too shy to talk to others with something so big inside of my ass. Something that made every step, every movement... thrilling. I entered hall after hall and room after room and realized that I was acting like an idiot. LeBlanc, like the hermit she is, is probably locked away in her room reading some stupid oversized book. Or maybe she's ramming a huge dildo in and out of her ass like the slut she is… Or maybe she and her clone are...

These thoughts brought sweat dripping down my brow, making me realize that the collar was warming around my neck. My heart began to beat anxiously and so I began to march more quickly. As I headed up the stairs, I could hear faint, recognizable moans coming from the top, and the further up I climbed made me realize that the moans were coming from LeBlanc's room… and that wet sounds were also emanating from behind her door. For some reason, these sounds worried me just as much as they were arousing me, and so I barged into her room, and what I saw… justified my anxiety. LeBlanc was leaning against her dresser, her hands holding a head of… blue hair that was… laboriously feasting upon her womanhood. But the head stopped and turned around, a worried looking come to its face before LeBlanc turned it back around and shoved it back between her thighs.

"Don't stop, Sona…" LeBlanc ordered.

And then sounds I heard as I was walking up the stairs returned, Sona wasting no time as she began to eat out LeBlanc again just like she was ordered to. This made me angry, and LeBlanc seemed to notice, chuckling as some of her fingers began to gently comb through Sona's blue tresses to remind me of her presence.

"Sona is my property. My pet. My slave. My anything I want." LeBlanc stated. "She will never be yours."

I clenched my teeth together and shook my head, muttering the word "Whore…" as I watched Sona feast upon LeBlanc, remembering how those lips were just on my own pussy not even ten minutes ago. How long has Sona been in here? Did she come here as soon as we were finished? Is that why she was in such a hurry to leave…?

I was broken out of my angry, racing thoughts as I noticed sweat running down my neck, feeling the collar throbbing with heat.

"Did you enjoy… ugh… the little p-package I sent alongside my p-pet?" Asked a stuttering and moaning LeBlanc.

I returned a scowl. "Did you set Sona up with me from the beginning?"

"Yes…" She muttered; her voice barely audible over the sounds of Sona's passionate ministrations.

Ministrations which I just experienced… something my mind couldn't shake the thought of.

"…What else have you been lying about?" I asked, biting my bottom lip as I began to fidget anxiously, uncomfortable with how hot the metal was getting around my neck…

"Nothing," LeBlanc replied.

But I didn't believe her. My mind only believed that I've been betrayed by both her and Sona. And so, I turned on my heel and slammed the door shut and once it banged against the frame behind me, I felt an intense chill around my neck. And then I felt the monster cling its way onto my back. And then I ran into the washroom and was forced to endure another vicious tentacle attack… which lasted about ten horrible minutes. Once it was over, I was barely able to walk, stumbling down the stairs as I was forced to hear the still-continuing sounds of sex coming from behind LeBlanc's door. I shuffled down onto the first floor and began heading to my room, but then I unexpectedly ran into Ahri wearing a tight, grey dress and slip-on shoes that matched as she was talking to Irelia who was wearing… her uniform.

A uniform that made anyone wearing it look like a beautiful, sex-craving slut, including Kayle, Karma, Vayne. Literally anyone.

Irelia noticed me and turned with a glare. I chuckled and shook my head, remembering what occurred between us in the change room as I felt myself clench around the gold steel of the buttplug she had put in. I bet she and Ahri are planning to have sex… because now I know Irelia is a slut and not the abstinent, work-focused woman that she leads others to believe. Ahri noticed Irelia wasn't looking at her anymore and turned to look where Irelia was looking, noticing me.

"Wait a moment…" I heard Ahri tell Irelia.

Ahri turned to strut towards me, and once there was only a foot between us, she tilted her head towards me and sniffed me like a dog.

"You reek of fun…" She chuckled.

I scrunched my mouth up and looked behind her, worried that Irelia can hear whatever filth is about to pour out from Ahri's mouth.

"Come and visit me tonight."

My head shook in response, and then she flickered her eyes up and down my body before returning to her eye contact.

"Have you figured out what that collar does yet?"

My brows sunk towards my nose as I shook my head once more. Ahri scoffed and then turned around, strutting back to Irelia before looking at me over her shoulder.

"Come to my room tonight and I'll tell you." She said.

My eyes widened as I knew that Irelia definitely heard that, as her face reflected her amusement. Ahri continued walking past Irelia, and Irelia turned to follow her.

"At least an hour after curfew. I should be done dealing with some business by then." Ahri stated, sinking her right hand into Irelia's ass through her uniform.

Irelia recoiled and pushed Ahri's hand away, the amused look on her face quickly turning into that of embarrassment. She turned to glance at me with her cheeks red before quickly facing away – reminding me of a certain bluette who's most likely still fucking LeBlanc right now like the slut she is. I let them walk away so that they could do… whatever it is that they were going to do together. Things that my imagination… imagined. And then I felt my collar getting warmer and warmer and soon enough, it was blistering hot. And then that heat disappeared before the monster did the opposite…

I ran into the first supply closet I could find and prayed that no one needed anything inside. I shoved some hand towels into my mouth to gag myself, trying my best to suppress my moans and groans as two tentacles violently pumped in and out of my pussy. I think ten minutes had passed before the tentacles stopped edging me, leaving me kneeling on the floor of this dark closet, on the brink of climax. I stumbled into some brooms as I stood up onto my knees and barged out of the closet, my sliver tresses clinging to my sweaty face as I began to head to my room.

The rest of my day was like that. I was constantly being molested by the tentacles which appeared nearly every hour. They fucked me so viciously that it would incapacitate me, leaving my eyes rolling up into my head as my tongue hang out from my murmuring mouth. Sometimes they would fuck me for ten minutes and sometimes for only a few and I couldn't tell which I liked - I mean - hated more. But what I could tell was that my collar was linked to the monster's appearance. It would get warmer and warmer, and once it got too hot; it would cool down only to be followed by the monster's appearance.

By the time it was curfew, my body was exhausted and sore, and my arousal was absurdly intense. I can't handle this hell. I think I need to get this collar removed. I considered visiting LeBlanc, but decided against doing so. I can't trust that whore. I have a bad feeling that everything we did together was for nothing – nothing but her own amusement…

I have no choice. I must visit Ahri… who I bet is fucking the shit out of Irelia right now. Or perhaps it's the other way around? I'm not sure. Irelia seems to be quite the submissive, buttplug-loving slut…

I was getting so lost in my thoughts that I hadn't noticed how hot my collar was getting, and so, I was forced to endure yet another ten-minute-long, humiliating and horrifying, yet perfect and pleasuring tentacle attack…

My mind is in turmoil. It still can't decide if it loves this or hates this.

After the attack was over, and I was reminded yet again that I can't cum… I left my room and went upstairs to visit Ahri. As I approached her door, it opened on its own and out came strutting an oil-covered Irelia holding a white shopping bag. Her curvaceous body was clad in a latex pair of shiny, black, thigh-high boots which pressed into her thick, toned thighs, leading up to her uncovered womanhood and a shiny black corset which stopped below her breasts, allowing them and their pink nipples to hang free, and a shiny black collar wrapped tight around her neck. My eyes scanned her body and I could feel my saliva already pooling inside my mouth. Her face reflected her fatigue, but she looked annoyed too. But once she realized I was there, her eyes widened, and she rose the bag in a futile attempt to cover herself.

"Nice outfit, slut," I commented, baring my white teeth with a grin.

She furrowed her brow and looked away, her cheeks quickly filling with blood before she marched past me and to the washroom. As she did so, I ogled her from behind, watching her fat, thick, beautiful oil-soaked backside swaying side to side above her slightly-jiggling, athletic thighs. The saliva was leaking out from my mouth now as I found myself lusting to be dressed like that, to dominate the woman who is currently dressed like that. I didn't look away for a single millisecond as I watched Irelia open the door, glare at me, and then slam it shut.

I was considering following Irelia into that washroom to try my luck, but the sudden warmth emanating from the collar reminded me why I was here. I chuckled and then walked into Ahri's room, seeing that Ahri was naked, facing her dresser, holding a cane. Her ass was covered with thin, red stripes, most likely put there by the very thing she's holding - presumably by Irelia.

"You and she would be good together." Said Ahri, noticing my staring as she locked eyes with me through her mirror.

I bet.

I remained silent.

Ahri chuckled and then turned around. "Two of my pets who hide their disgusting, sexual antics from their coworkers."

"…You're pet?"

Ahri nodded her head. "Close the door."

I scrunched my mouth up but obeyed her command.

"Yes. My pet."

I feel like this is going to be a waste of time…

"The more aroused you are, the hotter that collar gets," Ahri stated.

I titled my head at her confusedly. What she said did make sense. Every time I noticed it getting warmer, I was also getting... hornier.

"The hotter the collar, the sooner the monster will appear. You can delay its appearance by experiencing sexual pleasure, however, doing so only delays it. Not prevent it. Once you stop experiencing pleasure, our friend will be very quick to have its way with you..." She explained. "Also, experiencing pleasure before the collar begins warming up will cause it to immediately begin warming up once the pleasure stops because of how horny you've become. So, if you ever want the summon our friend on your own, all you have to do is give your nipples a little squeeze and wait."

If I understood that correctly, then that means I can't ever lay a hand on myself without being attacked by the tentacles...

…

...I hated the fact that that angered me. I wanted to touch myself without repercussion...

Because I'm a slut.

"How can you expect me to live like this?!" I yelled, fists by my hips.

"You don't have to." Ahri chuckled. "All you have to do is beg for me to lift the curse."

"Lift it!"

She scoffed and shook her head. "On your knees."

I cocked my head back and furrowed my brow, and all she did in response was point towards the ground with a grin on her face. I knew it wouldn't be that simple.

"No."

Despite my response, she continued to point at the ground while still smiling, and I knew that smile would get bigger as I shook my head with a frown. I looked at the floor and rolled my eyes, disgusted with myself as I collapsed to my knees.

"Ask me again, to lift your curse."

"…Lift my curse." I muttered, looking up at her with angry eyes.

She turned her hand up and curled that same finger she was pointing at the ground towards herself, ordering me to crawl forward. I scrunched my mouth up and did exactly that, bowing my head in shame once I was at her feet.

"Look up at me," Ahri ordered.

I looked up to see that same, devious smirk looking back down at me, noticing in the corner of my eye that in her hand, was no longer the cane, but a metal chain instead. Ahri squatted down and reached forward, latching it onto the front of my collar to reveal that all along, it was a leash.

"Now how'd you let me do that so easily?" She laughed.

…I was a pet all along…

"Call me your Mistress."

I shook my head and Ahri shook her head back in response, standing up before leaning back against her dresser. She then tugged onto my leash, pulling me just slightly towards her as my knees grazed the wooden floor.

"I'm already your Mistress, and you would be wise to acknowledge that." She stated.

I dropped my head again and muttered "Mistress." while staring at the floor, wincing as the word fled my mouth.

"Beg." She ordered. "Beg for me to lift your curse."

But I didn't. I remained quiet, still staring at the floor in front of her feet. I got more nervous as a few seconds passed without her doing anything, but then I felt my leash be lightly pulled on, yanking something out from my mouth as well…

"M-Mistress…" I muttered, anxiously grinding my teeth together as that word made me feel broken and humiliated. "Lift my curse…"

"No… First, you must put that disobedient tongue to persuasive use." She said, pulling my leash much harder than before, dragging me forward until my face was forced between her thighs.

"Make eye contact with me." She commanded. "And do not look away."

I did just exactly that, and I was disgusted to find that I had absolutely no hesitation to open my mouth and press my tongue somewhere against her nether regions. In fact, I was yearning to do so, maybe since the first time I've laid eyes on her... My tongue slithered up between Ahri's southern lips, and as it did so, I looked to my left to see the handle of the leash in her right hand behind her, its chain leading between her legs before connecting to my collar. I watched as her fingers wrapped more tightly around it, and then, she pulled on it, shoving my face further into her crotch.

"Do I need to remind you again?" Ahri asked, her voice tinted with a haughty tone. "Don't look away from me, your mistress. Don't even think about it."

In a hurry, I looked back up at her, seeing her fiery eyes staring down at me. I felt intimidated, furrowing my brow with worry as I began to prod my tongue against her clitoris. It feels as if I can taste almost all the maids on Ahri's pussy, although I don't know what any of them taste like except for Sona…

"You're bad at this…" She commented. "But that's fine. I will turn you into a wonderful, skilled slut."

It was utterly demoralizing to stare into her eyes. I wanted to look somewhere else so badly, but I was… afraid to. I just kept my eyes locked with hers, forced to see how my insufficient skills did nothing to contort her demeaning gaze at all. But something inside me wanted to see that horrid face twist. I felt like I had to make that face twist. So, I rose my hands and sunk my fingers into her ass before beginning to suck her clitoris with long, firm pulses, remembering how great it felt when Sona and LeBlanc's clone had done this to me.

Ahri sunk her teeth into her bottom lip and although her face didn't twist from pleasure, it twisted with mischievousness instead. And suddenly, I felt her pushing her weight onto me, causing me to fall backwards onto the floor before she took my face as her throne. Her left palm came flat against my forehead and she pushed the back of my head down against the floor, licking her lips before she began to grind her hips back and forth.

She had managed to acquire even more control over me, riding my face like I was nothing but a method of pleasure. A method of pleasure which had insecurities about how well it pleased its owner, forced to stare into her eyes which made it feel so small and weak. I sucked. I licked. I did everything I thought would feel good, but those gold eyes of hers drilled more doubt into me every second. Ahri began to grind her hips back and forth in an annoyed manner as if I wasn't doing anything for her, finally sinking her sharp teeth into her bottom lip from ministrations of her own and not myself.

My jaw began to grow sore as I laid there, unsure with how much time had passed before I noticed that my collar was much warmer than my lit-ablaze body. The last attack wasn't even fifteen minutes ago… why is the collar already heating up?! I worriedly furrowed my brow and she quickly took notice, chuckling as her eyes finally broke away from mine to peer down at my neck. I slightly winced in pain as I felt the steel chain fall onto my abdomen before I felt Ahri's hands against my wrists, pinning my arms to the floor above my head with a mischievous, conniving smirk on her face.I tilted my head confusedly, wondering why she was doing this – but then I remembered.

"You can delay its appearance by experiencing sexual pleasure…"

I began to struggle, my heart beat growing more rapid as I could feel my collar approaching scorching territory. I was so turned on that I knew I had barely any time, and my suspicions were confirmed when I felt the collar suddenly go cold. And then, the monster came, lifting my back from the floor as it sprawled all over me. It held my arms down for Ahri and my legs down for itself, the rest of it spreading to my breasts and wrapping tight around them before two others slipped their way into my dripping, sopping wet, disgusting, pussy…

Ahri stood up and walked backwards, leaning against the dresser as she reached over for a large, purple dildo. She rammed it into her pussy as her tails spread against her just like the tentacles did to me. But her tails were gentle, unlike these purple tendrils. White fur swirled against her nipples and slightly pressed into the flesh of her breasts, contrasted by how violently the tentacles pulled my nipples and squeezed my breasts. She moved her other hand to join her other to take hold of the dildo, ramming it in and out of her dripping pussy which let out wet cries that rivalled my own.

My eyes would close from how much pleasure I was experiencing, but when I could, I would open them to look at Ahri. Her face was contorting in pleasure – a lot more than it was when I was pleasing her – as she moved that dildo in and out with fervor, her toes curling up as her stomach tightened. She let out one final cry and squeezed her eyes tight as a tiny jet of cum squirted onto the floor, and I knew it was so tiny because Irelia had probably siphoned most of it out from her before I came…

Before I came… As in the past tense of come. Not cum - because I can't…

Ahri opened her eyes as her tails returned behind her, moving one hand to rest her arm on the dresser as the other still continued to slowly, and barely, pump the dildo in and out of her tender pussy. I dropped my head back in disgust, knowing her lust was endless, and that she was probably readying herself for another personal round as this attack, knowing my luck, was going to last ten minutes… It did, and I could feel her eyes locked onto my writhing body the entire time just as much I could feel myself yearning to cum. My vision was blurry as I watched her ceiling spin, hearing nothing but my roaring heartbeat and heaving bosom as I sluggishly scratched my hands against the floor.

"L-lift… my… curse…" I incoherently mumbled.

"Where are your manners, girl?"

"Please…" I breathed. "Lift my curse… Mistress…."

I heard her chuckle. "I'll think about it."

"Liar…" I muttered.

She didn't say any for a while, but my heart froze in panic when she finally did.

"If you don't obediently leave now and return tomorrow with better behaviour, then I will tell everyone about how you acted tonight, and what Irelia caught you doing in the change room."

My eyes widened and I used the energy I had just recovered to quickly sit up and glare at her. Her eyes were furious, and her arms were crossed. I stood up without responding, stumbling on shaky legs as I turned around and left the room. I went straight to mine and as soon as I locked the door behind me, I stripped myself of my slime covered and sweat-soaked uniform and began fondling myself beneath my sheets – but I suddenly felt very uneasy, remembering more of the confusing nonsense Ahri had explained about my collar.

"Also, experiencing pleasure before the collar begins warming up will cause it to immediately begin warming up once the pleasure stops because of how horny you've become. So, if you ever want the summon our friend on your own, all you have to do is give your nipples a little squeeze and wait."

And I'm really horny right now…

I froze my hands where they were and within seconds, I felt my collar beginning to warm up at an alarming rate. I widened my eyes and continued to fondle myself, pinching my nipples between my fingers before the collar's heat began to dissipate. I went at it for a while, throwing my sheet aside as I was beginning to sweat too much. I lowered two hands beneath my hips, rubbing a few fingers against my clitoris as I thrust two of the other hand's fingers into my pussy, raising my back from the sheets as I pushed my shoulders blades into my mattress. The sounds of my wet pussy were practically echoing in the hall alongside the squeaks of my bed, but I was so fucking turned on that… I didn't care. At least I'm the only one who lives in this hall. I couldn't stop myself. I only came to a halt once my arms became too exhausted to carry on any further. I collapsed back onto my sheets with my chest heaving, feeling my collar scalding my neck before it suddenly cooled down.

I flopped over onto my stomach and shoved my face into my pillow to muffle any moans as I felt the monster's tentacles squirming against me. I scrunched up my sheets between my fingers and rose my rear into the air as two tentacles wasted no time with thrusting themselves into my pussy. I spent ten, or maybe even fifteen, minutes on the edge of climax, my pillows and bedsheets stained with sweat, slime, and excitement once the tentacles were finally done with me. They've left my body completely drained of energy and I could do nothing but lay still in my filthy bed, too exhausted to change my sheets as could feel my eyes getting heavier and heavier.

And so, as I drifted off to sleep, I reflect upon my terrible life… My punishment has gotten ten times worse. Because my arousal is so high, I always feel the need to masturbate or have sex, but because of this stupid collar, there are horrible (…yet wonderful…) punishments for doing so. And if I want to feel pleasure, something I fear I'm becoming addicted to, then I must do so non-stop…

Ahri has stoked the fire in my living hell… but who knew the heat could be so good…?