Day Seven...

I woke up this morning with a hot pain in my rear, groaning as the now-dry, big buttplug shifted within me as I rose from my bed. I lazily threw my uniform over my body and dragged my restless body out of my room, biting my bottom lip as I had to keep my steps slow to spare my inexperienced anus. I entered the washroom and took my time with removing the plug, cleaning it and myself before heading back to my room, happy with how comfortable it was to walk without cold, gold metal filling me.

But I ached to trade that comfortability so that I would be filled again.

I threw my dress on the ground and walked over to my dresser, drowning the plug with copious amounts of lube before struggling with shoving it back into my anus. Once I was filled with LeBlanc's big gift, I wrapped a towel around my body and held all the garments that made up my uniform in my hand before stepping out of my room.

I bit my lip as I locked the door behind me, reminded by the buttplug's size as it forced me to keep my steps calm like before. I began walking to the shower so that I can bathe my filthy body, trying my best to suppress my arousal as well as walk normally, unable to shake the feeling that all eyes were on me.

They're staring Syndra. Staring at the slut whose neck is wrapped in grey, steel.

I stepped into the change room to find three other uniforms scattered about, hearing water hitting the tiles behind the door which lead to the showers. I groaned, both because I wouldn't get to shower alone, and that the plug felt so... vivid as I bent over to drop my things. As I stepped inside the shower room, I was shocked by how quickly the three other girls turned to look at me. Diana, Leona, and Irelia. All three of their pairs of eyes were on my neck, but they didn't dare to say a thing about it. I glared at them and they turned around, and then I took the only spot that was coincidentally, beside Irelia.

I wonder what I'd be doing to this muscular Ionian if those two sluts weren't in here...

I could feel the tension between Irelia and myself, noticing how she kept her averting her eyes from my own. A smirk came to my lips and I leaned back, locking my gaze on her beautiful rear to see if she had something between her cheeks like I did. But she noticed my gawking and tensed up, turning her body away before I could see anything, practically confirming my suspicions. I chuckled, but then she furrowed her brow at me as her eyes fell below my jaw, reminding me that the item of a slave was locked tight around my neck.

I worriedly looked away, wondering what Diana and Leona must be thinking of me as I turned my shower head on. I reached for some soap and began to spread it against my body, but as my hands glided across my flesh, I couldn't stop them from sinking into my breasts, my eyes widening as I realized the mistake I had just made. I stopped my groping to see if my collar was heating up, and my eyes widened even further as it did just that. So now, I had no choice but to continue touching my bosom, returning to doing so right away under the guise of lathering myself with bodywash.

"Shameless." Irelia whispered, her voice filling my ear before I turned to see her giving me a scornful, disapproving look.

I sighed and shook my head, upset that my arousal had made myself such a shitty bed. I stared at the wall in front of me and not at three other wet, naked forms to my right as I let the water quickly wash the white foam covering my filthy flesh. I marched out of there with my teeth clenched, regretting moving so hastily as the buttplug shifted wildly within me. I didn't bother with drying myself, leaving the change room immediately so that I could shove myself into the first closet I could find – the one across the change room.

I waited, feeling the collar scalding my skin before the tentacles slithered up and down my body. Once again, a tentacle made another attempt to pull out my buttplug, but it gave up quickly before it angrily fucked me. I had to keep one hand over my mouth and the other against the wall, trying my best to remain silent for the ten minutes it had its way with me. Once the attack was over, I stumbled out of the closet and back into the change room, seeing that Irelia was tying the strings of her apron behind her back before being fully dressed.

"You were shamelessly staring at me." Irelia stated, furrowing her brows at me.

"Because I remember what happened yesterday, you slut."

As I finished speaking, I recalled the events of what she did to me in this very room, knowing that thinking about it any further would bring heat to the metal around my neck again. I sighed and shook my head, turning around and walking towards my uniform on the bench far from Irelia, trying my best to ignore her and my lascivious thoughts.

But that was as hard as my nipples which my hands wanted to tweak so badly right now...

"L-Listen." She said, her voice almost without any confidence.

I paused with my towel in my hands, standing still as I could hear amongst water hitting the floor, heavy breaths and muffled moans.

They were filled with pleasure, with ecstasy.

"They were just waiting for us to leave." Irelia continued.

And then I began to imagine the motions that spawned those sounds, biting my bottom lip as warm heat began to flood the flesh of my neck like perverted thoughts did my mind.

"S-so this is how you truly are." I said, finding it hard to suppress my arousal as the noises behind that shower door caused my hands to twitch with an urge to go somewhere perverted.

Be it on my body, or Irelia's.

"It... could've been us, making those noises in there. Not them." She quietly muttered.

I cleared my throat and turned around, cocking my head back to see that her cheeks were pink and her bottom lip was bit.

I'm sure my face looked just the same.

"It wouldn't hurt if Ahri's pets were to... play together..." She stated, averting her lustful eyes from my own.

"...It definitely wouldn't." I stammered, taken aback from her words despite how badly I wanted to hear her say them. "But there's one problem there. I'm not one of Ahri's pets!"

She shook her head, her bashfulness replaced with contempt. "That collar begs to differ."

My hands turned into fists and my head tilted with anger. But as my anger was growing within me, so was the desire to fondle myself, to fondle Irelia, images of me doing just that filling my mind. And it seemed that Irelia was in the same state as I, her thighs pressed tightly together as the bite of her bottom lip got firmer.

Just like my nipples...

"Y-you're jealous." I blurted out, beginning to get dressed as quickly as I could to keep my perverted hands occupied. "You wish you could be someone else's pet like me."

But as those words slipped out of my mouth, my eyes widened with regret. I didn't mean to say that. I didn't mean to admit that I was Ahri's pet.

But why deny it Syndra? You are her pet whether you like it or not.

…

And you definitely don't hate it.

"I... I do." She muttered, staring at me in a way that looked as if she was forcing herself to. "Ahri knows this, but she refuses to give me what I need. Instead, I'm forced to dominate her, only because she knows it humiliates me..."

"So that's why you were dressed like that last night?"

She nodded her head.

"I... knew you were a slut, but not this big of one..." I stated, almost in disbelief.

"I could say the same about you, Syndra." Irelia replied, furrowing her brow angrily. That sheepish stature was gone instantly. "You're disgusting. I can see you quivering, waiting for something to happen."

I opened my mouth to protest, but she was right. I wanted something to happen. I wanted it to happen right now.

But the heat of my collar was nearly searing my neck.

"T-this conversation isn't over." I muttered, slipping my feet quickly into my shoes. "I have to go somewhere."

"Right now?" She asked, her voice filled with disappointment.

"Sadly, yes..." I replied, walking past her, feeling a force that was trying to pull my body to hers as I did so. "But don't worry, you slut. I'll give you what you need."

"O-Okay..." She quietly muttered, her voice tinted with eagerness.

I marched out of there with my towel in my arms, exiting the change room with everything but one of my stockings on. I barged right back into that same closet and endured another violent tentacle attack where they failed to pull out my large buttplug. Only a few minutes went by before the monster had grown tired of me, leaving me panting and sweating.

I must admit. These tentacle attacks feel amazing, but I hate being edged like this… I hate this monster – but I'm sure that would change if it could make me cum…

I slipped my second stocking on before stumbling out of the closet so that I could take my extremely-aroused self to my room, barely able to think as my mind felt like horny mush. Once I was behind my door, I could feel strings pulling my hands towards my breasts and thighs, and it took everything within me to keep them away. I closed my eyes and gripped onto my dresser, trying my best to resist my disgusting urges, but then I was startled by the sound of three, firm knocks on my door. I walked towards it with my wet thighs gliding against each other, turning the knob and pulling it towards myself to see Ahri standing across from me.

"You'll return tonight an hour after curfew, with proper manners, I hope." She said.

I didn't respond, finding that my eyes were slowly descending her body, pausing at her breasts for a moment before suddenly collapsing to her thighs. I could feel the drool leaking out the side of my bit lip, hearing a drone in the back of my head muttering 'Mistress' over and over again.

A drone in the sound of my voice.

She chucked and then turned away, walking down the hall before I had to shake myself back to consciousness. I closed the door and turned the lock, finding that my heart was heavily beating and my brow was dripping with sweat. I turned around and walked towards my dresser, staring at all the sex toys scattered on top of it. My already-extreme arousal was getting dangerously high as I imagined myself putting them all to use, finding that my eyes soon locked with the large, pink dildo laying on its side in front of me…

I took hold of it and sunk my teeth into my bottom lip, wrapping my fingers tight around the dildo's shaft before gently stroking it like it were real. I got quicker and quicker, finding it difficult to glide my hand up and down without any lube, but the drool leaking from my pursed lips gave me a reason to fulfil the odd desire I had to put this thing in my mouth. I opened my lips and bent forward, engulfing the head of the dildo within my mouth before taking it deeper, imagining it like a real cock which throbbed with heat just like the steel around my neck. I continued to push my head down on it, staring at my slutty, shameful self in the mirror, resisting the urge to gag as I could see tears welling in the corners of my eyes. I could barely breathe through my nose and became worried that my makeup would get ruined, so I lifted my head up and gasped for air as a string of saliva between my lips and the tip of the dildo fell onto my dresser.

I stared at the big, fake cock, watching how my saliva dripped down its long length. It's eight inches, I think. I bet that half the maids would be sure of their guess, making measurements with just their mouths alone.

Just thinking about that brought my mind to disgusting places.

Irelia was kneeling on the floor, her body dripping with sweat as a large, thick cock stood erect just a few inches away from her face. Her hands sunk into her large breasts as she rose herself up, surrounding the shaft with her mounds before slowly moving them up and down, leaning forward so that she could engulf the tip of it between her lips. The man moaned and leaned back, but he didn't dare to move his eyes away from Irelia who stared right back into his. She didn't dare to look away herself, unable to suck his cock any longer as her hands had taken on a frenzied pace. But she continued the breast job, and soon enough, the man's cum drenched her lower face and breasts and Irelia showed barely any hesitation to lap it all up before smiling at him like the disgusting, submissive slut she is…

I shook my head and opened my eyes to see in the mirror how red my cheeks had become, sweat beading down my brow as the collar was scorching the skin of my neck. I looked down at the dildo still in my hands, still dripping in my saliva, and smiled as I finally had an excuse to really use it. I stepped back and sat on the edge of my bed, fixing some pillows behind me before laying down against them. I then spread my legs as far apart as I could, but I wasn't athletic enough to do the splits, but it was something that I bet Irelia could do – and on a cock at that…

Something that I'd love to see.

I moved the tip of the dildo towards my dripping wet pussy and began to tease myself with it, slowly gliding it up and down between my southern lips, feeling myself dripping down onto the jewel of my large buttplug. I rose the dildo up and saw a thick string of my excitement connecting to it from my womanhood, chuckling as I couldn't believe that I was this wet. And even though I was pleasing myself… I was beginning to worry that the collar didn't see this as pleasure as it continued to scald me. With both my hands, I held the base of the dildo, and with my brow furrowed, I rammed it into my pussy as deep as it could go, my back arching as my eyes fell shut, my toes curled up, my bottom lip was bitten into by my teeth, and the steel around my neck cooled down.

I took a deep breath and opened my eyes, staring down at my tightened stomach before I began to pull the dildo out. I didn't let it exit me completely, smiling as I could feel my southern lips surrounding its head, grunting before I shoved it back inside me again. And again. And again. I skipped easing myself into this, thrusting the toy into myself harshly, yet slowly. My pussy was unbelievably wet, letting out a squelch each time the dildo bottomed out within me – something which happened many, many times... I found that my spread legs were trying to close on their own and that it felt like it was harder to cum with them being spread so far apart. But, I couldn't cum anyways and was fine with torturing myself... keeping them splayed as I continued to fiercely two-hand a fake pink cock into myself.

My chest began to heave from fatigue as I went at it for minutes more, feeling the sheets beneath me being soaked in my sweat, and beneath my hips, my excitement. My wrists were becoming sore, and so was my throat from the hoarse groans which fled from it. I was frustrated that this amazing pleasure won't ever result in a climax, but despite knowing that, I kept at it for a while more just because it felt so damn good. But I got carried away and fucked myself for too long. Now, the start of my shift was only a few minutes away, and even though I viewed the imminent tentacle attack as… dessert after dinner, I couldn't let it happen. I would be very late if it were, and Evelynn hates it when I'm late. So, I found myself in a dilemma, not knowing whether I should stop my hands to take the punishment… or… do something… pitiful.

I chose something pitiful.

I slowed down my hands and stood up, still idly pumping the dildo between my legs as I walked towards my dresser. My left hand freed itself as I reached out and grabbed the pink egg vibrator, gliding its remote against my left inner thigh before shoving it into the drenched top of my left stocking. With my right hand, I gave the dildo a few more pumps - well, a lot more - before pulling it out and letting it plop onto my dresser, the liquids which had collected on it quickly pooling beneath it. I quickly dropped my right hand down between my thighs and rubbed my clitoris as I used my left hand to push the vibrator's egg into my pussy, turning the dial to its lowest setting with the hope that it would be enough to keep my collar cool. I stopped rubbing my pussy and waited, listening to nothing but the quiet buzz of the vibrator as my collar remained cool. A wide grin came to my face as I realized I could use this thing to beat the collar's mechanics, but then I realized I would have to be wearing this all the time…

I hated that it was a fate which I didn't really mind…

I'm going to have to walk around with this thing tucked inside of me like I've seen Sarah and Janna, to just name two of many, do. And it's not that easy to hide. There's a bright pink remote and a bright pink wire flaunting themselves beneath my short skirt which barely covered any of my thighs. My thighs that were drenched in my excitement…

… I prayed that people wouldn't ogle me and notice it as I wiped myself down and left my room to begin work. Today, I have library duty with Sona. Just my luck. It's incredibly silent in there, so much that you could probably hear a pin drop from across the room. I might have to turn this vibrator off… and then…

…

Maybe what happens next won't be so bad…

…

Syndra…! Stop thinking like this!

I don't have time for the tentacle attack because I spent so much time masturbating like some whore! I had to rush myself to the library, and as I got closer and closer, I was becoming more anxious that the people inside could already hear what was weakly rumbling beneath my skirt. But then, I saw a flash of Sona's blue hair. I turned to ignore her and went across the library to work alone, seeing a cart beside a bookshelf with some books to be placed back. I began organizing them and soon found myself resisting the urge to turn up the vibrator. I really wanted to do it, but I was too afraid to push my luck. Even though it was on the lowest setting, I could hear it clearly and bet that others could too if I got too close, so I kept my distance, as usual, and endured this torturously dissatisfying vibration…

I made my way further into the library, and then I heard something; faint moans from behind the second-to-last bookcase… I stopped rolling my cart and walked towards it, peeking my head out to see that against the final bookcase, was Nidalee, her eyes lustfully peering down at whomever it was kneeling on the floor in front of her with their head beneath her skirt… I pressed my knees together and bit into my bottom lip, my eyes widening at how disgusting and shameless these two were.

I wasn't much better because between my thighs, was a wire which connected to a vibrator. A vibrator which rumbled so weakly that the whore who wore it wanted it turned up… I resisted the urge again to do so as I watched Nidalee pull down the bust of her dress, raising her hands up so that she can sink her hands into her tanned mounds. Her face contorted with ecstasy as the sound of the woman beneath her skirt, presumably feasting upon her womanhood, got louder. I turned back to see if anyone was coming my way, worried that the pussy-eating was becoming too loud for the current environment, but there was no one in sight.

Apparently, there was a sudden spell of deafness in here, and I was glad to take advantage of it as I turned my head back to watch what these two were doing…

The urge I had to fondle myself was becoming… overwhelming, and so was my arousal. Suddenly, I was alarmed as I felt my neck getting warmer. I smiled as I finally had a reason to give in to one of my urges, sinking my hands into my breasts through the fabric of my dress because turning the vibrator up might alarm these two… and I definitely didn't want that to happen.

Only a few seconds passed by before the collar began warming again, causing the alarm in my head to blare louder this time. The vibrator must not be supplying my body with enough pleasure to counteract my current levels of arousal. So, with my hands already in position, I began to fondle myself roughly and forgot about what I was just thinking about as the collar cooled down, too entranced by the display in front of me to think about confusing things like that.

I wish I were Nidalee right now, and only right now, and not ever because Nidalee is a pitiful, inferior woman. But despite thinking that of her, I was still envious of how she was writhing against those books, how her lower jaw quivered, how her eyes opened to only fall shut, how her face contorted with ecstasy, and how all of that would eventually make her cum...

I wish I could experience that… but nothing ever happens. Nothing but torture…

Nidalee began to shake back and forth, shivering and trembling as the toned muscles of her stomach poked through her tanned abdomen. I could tell she was cumming and I furrowed my brow with jealousy, hearing the maid beneath her skirt lapping her up like a dog. That kneeling whore didn't care that she was loud enough to get them caught, and had no idea that they've already been…

…By a shameless and disgusting slut.

The woman on the floor finally emerged from beneath Nidalee's dress and I wasn't that surprised to see a head of short, white hair. Riven, Nidalee's girlfriend ever since that… thing happened to them. Her face was glistening in sweat, and her lower jaw was dripping in Nidalee's cum. Riven ran her tongue across her satisfied, proud smirk as she rose to her feet, closing in on Nidalee and pressing her weight against hers before the two began hungrily kissing each other.

"Mm…" Nidalee purred, tasting herself off her lover's lips.

Disgusting…

Nidalee opened her eyes and I quickly darted away before they could catch me with my hands still hungrily squeezing into my breasts. As I hid behind the bookcase, I saw that across from me, at end of the bookcase, was Sona with her head peeking out the side as one of her hands were shamelessly between her own pressed-together thighs…

As expected, you slut.

I stopped fondling myself as I felt like a hypocrite for judging her for doing something I was a few moments away from doing myself. Within an instant, my collar began warming up again, and so I had to reach down and finally turn my vibrator up, knowing that if the other people in the library can't hear the passionate kissing behind this bookcase, they can't hear this thing. The collar cooled down and I exhaled in relief, silently clearing my throat before walking forward to Sona who had no idea that I was now right behind her. I watched her masturbate for a while, seeing juices run down her inner thighs as I noticed that her other hand was groping one of her huge breasts. She was fingering herself quickly, and I could tell by the way her heels rose from the floor, and how her muscles tensed up, she was going to cum.

So, I tapped her shoulder before she could and she jumped in place, turning around with widened eyes as she rose her hands to cover her mouth. I chuckled, knowing that not a single sound could leave it, giving her a belittling look as I could see her excitement dripping down the fingers hovering over her lips. But that look on my face quickly disappeared as I felt the vibrator suddenly turn off, feeling my collar beginning to heat up at a scary pace as my eyes widened in fear. I reached down and tried to turn the dial up, but nothing happened. The fucking vibrator died! I looked up at Sona worriedly, and then down at myself, knowing I was about to look like the biggest hypocrite. I turned around to spare myself the shame and sunk my hands into my breasts, fondling them as doggishly as I could, sighing in relief as the collar finally cooled down, but then I furrowed my brow in agony as I felt a sudden mass of weight cling to my back…

I was too late.

I grabbed Sona's hands and dragged her a few bookcases away from those two sluts and nearly pressed my lips against her left ear as I closed in on her.

"The tentacles are going to attack me very soon, and I need you to make sure no one sees."

Once I had finished whispering, I felt my vibrator be yanked out of my pussy and dangle freely against my thighs. And then, two tentacles drove their horrid way into my womanhood and I collapsed onto the floor, holding myself up with my hands as I was now on all fours. A tentacle slithered between the cheeks of my backside to try and pull out my buttplug, but thanks to some struggling this morning, it was denied entry like always. And it hated that. Its friends tightened their grip around my breasts to fondle them harshly as my breathing grew heavy. I rose my sweaty face up to see Sona looking down at me worriedly, her thighs pressed tightly together as I'm sure a slut like her was getting off on this…

And I'm sure she's more than a little upset that she didn't get to cum…

I bowed my head in shame as I was rocked back and forth by violent ministrations. I wanted to moan so badly… but the increasing sounds of my laboured pants and of these wet slimy things traversing in and all over me were loud enough, making me worry that others would hear. But above me, I could hear books being dragged across the wooden shelves, looking up to see Sona shuffling them around to try and mask the horrible noises that were emerging from my body. I smiled at her and she gave me this look that made me feel weak and pitiful, and again, my heart dropped into my stomach as I looked back at the ground to save myself from feeling defeated.

A wasted effort.

Ten minutes had passed by as slow as ten years. And all that time, Nidalee and Riven were still a few bookcases behind us, doing who knows what… I fell onto my back, trying my best to catch my breath as quietly as I could as I watched the books spin all around me. Books which formed into Ahri grinning at me – something I'm sure I'll be seeing tonight…

Once I stood up on shaky legs, I heard footsteps from behind me. I quickly turned around and almost fell over, catching my balance on a bookshelf to see Nidalee and Riven walking by, whispering amongst themselves. They seemed totally oblivious to what I just experienced… so I let out a sigh of relief and turned around to see Sona sheepishly looking over at me.

We tried to work as best as we could, well, I tried. I couldn't deal with my arousal. It kept going rampant, and so did the tentacles. During that two-hour shift, I experienced five more tentacle attacks. Five! That makes three an hour, including the first! Each time they happened; Sona had to watch over me and prevent anyone from entering the aisle I was in. I had spent 30 minutes, each hour, being violently fucked by tentacles, and by some miracle, I wasn't caught. One thing began to worry me, though. Each time the tentacles attacked, they would make a little more progress with pulling out my plug, and soon, I fear they will succeed…

Once we were finished working, we had to scrub out all the juices that Nidalee, Riven… and I had left on the carpeted floor. Afterwards, I rushed to my room without saying anything to Sona. Not even a thanks. I was still angry at her despite her attempts to make amends with me, albeit a little less.

Perhaps she's making amends because I had fucked her better than LeBlanc ever could…

Once I entered my room, I set this useless vibrator to charge and sat down on my bed, placing my hands on my knees as I collected myself. I planned on waiting for another attack, just so I could use the small window of time I had before the next one after it to go do things, but I wasn't aroused – not nearly as much as I was with Sona. Perhaps just being in her presence was turning me on because, with her, my collar spent more time warm, then not.

I think I must make amends, too, then.

For some reason, I was feeling risky today… even more so than earlier in the library. I grabbed my half-empty bottle of lube and left my room. I headed to the washroom and eventually pulled out this large buttplug, staring at it in my fingers as I saw the reflection of some silver-haired slut staring back in its gold surface. A slut who isn't capable of getting this thing back inside of her on her own again, which made her realize she was in trouble because she must get it in before the tentacles appear. And her vibrator was dead, so if her collar were to warm, she could only fondle herself to stop it – and her hands were getting very tired…

I need Irelia to help me…

I used the washroom and cleaned myself for re-entry. However, I had to push my luck even further, hoping my collar wouldn't warm as I left the washroom and marched for the showers, gambling that it was empty because if I were to see any maid naked, I'd be in big trouble…

I walked in the change room and was relieved to find it empty. I dropped my clothes and entered the shower, washing myself as quickly as I can, resisting the overwhelming urge I had to fondle myself. An urge which I couldn't resist, feeling pleasure as my fingers sunk into my breasts as I was lathering them with soap… I froze to see if the collar was beginning to warm, and I got Deja-vu when it did. I looked down to see if my body was clean, but it was far from it. I had no choice but to continue bathing myself, carefully continuing to fondle myself as to not let myself get worked up.

But I was getting worked up, feeling my hands ache with the desire to move more zealously. I turned the knob and left the shower, continuing to gently grope my bosom as I heard someone groan in disgust. With wide eyes, I turned to see Kayle standing at the door with a towel slung over her shoulder, her brow furrowed as she glared at me. I froze up, but then I felt my collar beginning to warm and found that my hands continued what they were doing to cool it down again.

"Disgusting," Kayle muttered, shaking her head and leaving the room.

Just seeing that judging, disapproving look on her face made me feel like trash. I listened to her stomps go down the hall, feeling every one of them rattle my bones, each making me feel more horrid and ashamed of myself. I turned to my clothes and frowned, looking down to watch my hands do what they just got caught doing, sighing as I didn't have much of a choice to stop them…

Kayle is just a prudish, stuck-up bitch. She should be more like her sister if she wishes to survive in a mansion like this. I wonder who she even fucks because there's no way she's abstaining from doing so in a workplace like this. It's simply impossible.

…I regretted thinking about that as I could feel my arousal growing higher, and my hands a little more feverish. I began getting dressed while trying my best to ignore that I was caught groping myself like some whore, struggling to put on my clothes while continuing to do just exactly that… It was almost impossible, but after a long time, I finally succeeded.

Now, I had the task of getting to Irelia's, my heart stopping as I realized I had no idea where her room was, and I would have to find it while… my hands… were doing… this.

Maybe an anal tentacle attack won't be so bad…

…

To Be Continued...