Day Seven, Part Two...
I shook my head and walked towards the door, moving one hand forward to open it and peeping my head out to find that the hall was empty. I took a nervous, deep breath of air and stepped out of the change room, hearing the door shut close behind me as I began walking to where most of the maid's rooms were. I didn't run into a single person by the time I made it there, but as I was scanning the name tags by the doors, I didn't see one that said Irelia. I went to another hall, and another, and still couldn't find it, all the while my heart was assaulting the inside of my chest as I was worried that anyone at any time could stumble upon me with my hands 'stumbling' upon my breasts, just like Kayle did…
As I was heading to the next hall of bedrooms, I saw Lux, a very innocent and bashful maid who's always embarrassed by the commotions in this workplace, and Katarina, who was a very guilty and aggressive maid. The two were rumoured to be together and they couldn't be more opposite from each other. Lux is far from a slut, and Katarina is one of the biggest sluts in this mansion.
Well, to be honest, no one knows a thing about Katarina's sex life. I only think she's one of the biggest sluts just because there's no way she isn't with a body and face like that… Also, she's the second-most disobedient maid, but her punishment count was far from my own despite her working here much longer than I have.
I wonder if she was punished like I was…
I kept my fists by my sides as I marched past them, feeling my collar heat up as I turned the corner into the next hall and lifted my hands towards my breasts again. But then I bumped into something that made a pained grunt, looking forward with widened eyes to see Janna's skin against my own. I gulped and took a step back, looking down to see that my fingers were deeply pressing into my bosom, nervously moving them up to the top of my bust and pretending that I was raising it, and not on the verge of lowering it instead…
"Let me help you with that," Said Janna, the woman tied for the mansion's biggest slut alongside Sarah.
She rose her hands forward and grabbed the top of my uniform's bust, and I looked down to see some pink stuff on my breasts.
Wait.
Those are my nipples.
My nipples were hanging out.
And Janna saw them.
My eyes widened as I watched her hands rise towards my breasts, my heart beating rampantly as I was worried that she was going to grab my exposed nipples. I let out an embarrassed, somewhat disappointed mumble as her fingers instead grabbed the bust of my dress, lifting it up and patting it down before her hands lowered to the strings which weren't done tight enough. As she was doing so, my eyes were locked onto her face, seeing that her bottom lip was tightly trapped between her white teeth.
I bet she was as turned on as I was…
I began to lower my hand behind myself, sinking it into my ass through my skirt to only be disappointed that the intensifying heat of my collar wasn't fading away. I wonder why she hasn't commented on my collar. There's no way she hasn't noticed. Does she think apparel like this is normal for me because it is for her? Does she think I'm a slut?
Because she'd be right.
I moved my hand further and lifted my skirt, watching Janna's eyes closely in case she would notice. I tried reaching my pussy, but was unable to do so stealthily from this angle, and so… I was disappointed to what I resorted to; rubbing the tips of one of my fingers against the entrance of my anus… I could feel blood running in my face as my collar began to cool down, disappointed that this, of all things, was enough to cool down my collar.
…I must be a much bigger slut than this elf in front of me…
"All done." Said Janna.
I pulled my hand out from my skirt, "Thanks."
She tilted her head at me confusedly and I was overwhelmingly conscious about it. I don't ever use that word and the look she was starting to give me was making me think she was about to make a move on me, so I glared at her despite wishing for her to make that move, realizing that fixing my dress was probably her leverage to do so.
Little does she know is that no one needs leverage to get me to say 'yes' nowadays…
"Where's Irelia's room?" I asked, furrowing my brow as I could feel my collar getting hotter already.
She had this look of arousal on her face as she took her time with her response. I looked down and wasn't surprised with what I saw; a pink remote tucked into her stocking with its wire disappearing into the opening of her skirt. I shook my head and scoffed with disgust to show her that I wasn't a slut like her, raising my eyes back to her own and noticing that they weren't nervous like earlier, but filled with lust instead…
I wonder how often my eyes look like that…
Janna anxiously chuckled, "Next hall… l-last room on the left."
I shook my head amusedly. Maybe she was a little nervous. Most people are when they're in my presence… or it could be that she was just on the verge of climax. I've seen that look on her face before and it wasn't the most pleasurable experience...
It happened a week after I started and it's when I knew I really hated this place. I remember it like it happened yesterday. It was a special occasion. Evelynn had acquired a new location for her business, and we were all in the ballroom celebrating it. Then suddenly, the door swung open and Janna walked in with a loud buzzing coming from underneath her dress. Her face was all sweaty and her legs were shaky, and as everyone turned to look at her, she lifted her skirt to show everyone the huge vibrating dildo stuffed into her pussy. I looked around to see everyone's reactions, but they all acted as if it was normal. When I turned back, she had fallen to her knees with a puddle beneath her, eliciting some horrid laughter from some of the maids around me.
I think if I were to see something like that now… I wouldn't mind.
I turned away from Janna, feeling disgusted just by being in her presence as I recalled that event. I went to where she told me to go and found Irelia's room, using one hand to knock on her door as the other continued to squeeze into my uniform. I was beginning to fear that she wasn't in her room, but I was relieved to hear her shuffling around in there before the door unlocked, placing my hands by my sides before it swung open. But my hands wanted to raise back to where they were almost right away as I saw Irelia standing in front of me, reminded of how great her athletic body looked in our French maid uniform.
I wanted to rip it off her skin.
She stepped back as I pushed myself into her room, closing her door before turning around and holding the buttplug out in front of me.
"I need your help," I told her, smiling at her perplexed expression.
Irelia looked down and sunk her teeth into her bottom lip. "O-of course..."
I smiled, and reached behind me before turning her lock, grabbing her wrist before dropping the big, gold buttplug in her hands. I then walked towards her dresser, gripping onto its wood as I spread my legs wide apart with a grin on my face even wider. I looked forward into the mirror atop her dresser to see her staring at my backside, making sure she wouldn't notice that my hands had already risen to my bosom to fondle them impatiently.
"I need your help," I told her, smiling at her perplexed expression.
Irelia looked down and rolled her eyes after she saw it, "Why can't you do it yourself?"
Oh, pretending to not to be a slut again, are we, Irelia?
"Because I'm not a whore like you," I replied. 'I'm not good at things like this."
"Get out." She ordered, furrowing her brow as she pointed at her door.
I responded by reaching behind me and turning her lock before grabbing her wrist to drop the buttplug into her palm. I then walked towards her dresser, gripping onto its wood as I spread my legs wide apart with a grin on my face even wider.
"Fine." She groaned, grabbing a bottle of lube on the night table beside her bed before coming behind me.
I looked forward into the mirror atop her dresser to see her staring at my backside, making sure she wouldn't notice that my hands had already risen to my bosom to fondle them impatiently.
"You're dripping onto my floor..." She commented, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip.
"I'm sure your floor is used to it." I retorted. "It reeks of sex in here."
"I wasn't having sex."
"I know." I chuckled disrespectfully, looking to see a large black dildo resting on its side at the end of her dresser.
"…Do you have any decency?" She asked, causing my eyes to look back at her in the mirror to see that she had caught me fondling myself. "You could at least stop doing that, you slut."
I sighed and stopped, but my collar began warming up, forcing me to continue as I couldn't tell whether my collar cooled down because of my own fingers, or her because of her fingers lubricating my anus…
"You're disgusting." She commented, rolling her eyes. "No better than Sarah."
I scowled at her. I didn't like that she compared to me Sarah, and I didn't like that she was probably right. But I couldn't respond to her insult as she began pushing the buttplug in, eliciting a moan from my lips as my fingers tightened against her dresser.
"I never expected you to be such a huge slut." Said Irelia, sinking her teeth further into her bottom lip.
"Likewise," I muttered, tired of having this same conversation with her almost every time we see each other, feeling the buttplug go deeper.
"I can't believe you're in my room, groping yourself while I'm pushing this big buttplug into you." She muttered. "It's as if…"
She stopped speaking and I noticed the intensifying arousal in her face as she looked back down at my ass, continuing her efforts.
"Your dreams came true?" I said with a belittling chuckle.
She looked with surprised eyes but looked back down once her nervous eyes met my demeaning ones, nodding her head with a tiny, sheepish smirk on her lips. She continued pushing in the buttplug and I found that I was enjoying it. I loved how it felt as it slowly entered my anus, filling me up. It was if Irelia had a magic touch.
Or it could just be that I loved anal…
…
No. Never.
But this was arousing me so much that I couldn't stop myself from pulling down the bust of my dress and sink my hands into the actual flesh of my breasts, capturing my firm pink nipples between hungry fingers before a quiet moan fled my throat.
"You…" Irelia muttered, her eyes widening as she saw my breasts were no longer confined by my dress. "…At least be quiet."
"Your neighbours must think we're having sex in here."
"We practically are," Irelia said, falling to her knees behind me as she began to apply more pressure on the buttplug to ensure its entrance.
I closed my eyes and anticipated the touch of her tongue but was disappointed when it never came. I quietly chuckled, realizing how shameless I felt around her, looking over my shoulder to see the focus in her face as I could feel that the buttplug was almost completely inside of me. I turned my head back forward and stared at myself in the mirror, knowing that the girl I was staring at was a fully-fledged slut. One who was… enjoying this sensation of a buttplug being slid into her no-longer-virgin anus. One who fears she might enjoy the tentacles in there, too…
I'm being corrupted.
I felt the buttplug sink into my ass as Irelia released my rear, feeling my cheeks rest in place as my flesh pushed into its large, purple-jewelled pommel. I turned around and stood straight, somewhat familiar with this sensation of fullness inside of me as I looked down to see Irelia still kneeling, looking up at me with her hands on her thighs.
It goes in so easily now...
"It's weird to see a girl like you on her knees," I commented, placing my hands on my hips with a wide grin on my lips as I ignored the heat coming from my collar.
"…Did you expect me to be some dominant bitch like everyone else does? Like Ahri does?"
I didn't bother with a reply as I reached forward and placed my right hand beneath her chin, lifting her face to meet my own.
"It's weird how good you look on your knees," I said, running my tongue across my smirk.
Her eyes widened and flickered with lust as her cheeks somehow got even redder, a smile showing itself on her lips as she sunk her teeth into them once more.
"Clean the mess between my thighs," I ordered, my collar still heating up.
She eagerly nodded her head and I chuckled in response. My hand laddered up her face and grabbed her head, pulling it into my crotch as I knew I would no longer have to cool the collar myself for a while. Irelia wasted not a single second with getting started as I felt her tongue lapping up the excitement coating my inner thighs, causing me to bite my lip as I combed my fingers into her hair. Her tongue travelled up until it reached the source of the drip, trailing around my southern lips as her eyes locked with mine for permission to continue. Permission I granted by pulling her head just a little deeper into my crotch.
Her tongue fluttered against my clitoris and siphoned a moan out from my lips, causing my eyes to break from hers as I leaned my head back and rose my left hand to give one of my breasts a firm squeeze. I could feel her head moving within my palm still holding it, chuckling at the possibility of her discovering that I can't cum, and then laughing at the fact that I can manipulate her to try her best to make me to.
I looked down to stare into her frail eyes. "You're not good enough to make me cum."
Irelia furrowed her brow with this look of determination as she lifted her hands to take hold of my rear. But that look quickly withered into fear as I slid my hand to her forehead and pushed her away, noticing that my excitement was dripping from her lips as she stared at me with scared eyes.
"Who gave you permission to touch me?"
"Sorry…" She muttered, releasing my rear from her hands' grasp.
"Who gave you permission to move them away?"
Irelia shook her head worriedly and put them back, sinking her fingers back into my ass again as she nervously looked up at me.
"You dumb slut." I chuckled, moving my hand back to the top of her head and yanking her head back towards myself. "Eat."
Her tongue returned to hammering against my clitoris as I could feel her nails sinking deeper into my rear, her eyes moving to lock with my own as she gave me this obeying glance that told me she was mine. I didn't dare to move my eyes away as I let her watch me fondle myself with my one hand, my grin sometimes twisting agape so that a moan would flee from it.
"A-are you even trying?" I asked.
She muffled something as a response but then nodded her head once she realized what she said was incoherent. I chuckled and let her continue for a bit longer, shaking my head in frustration as I found that I didn't care for this mute, pointless pleasure anymore. I pushed my palm against her forehead and saw a string of saliva between her lips and my womanhood break, already feeling my collar warm by the time I felt it splash against my legs. I lowered my hands and began to gently rub my clitoris, watching her brow furrow as I could tell she felt inadequate compared to my hand, looking back up at me with guilty eyes and my excitement still coating her lower face.
"Stand up and turn around," I ordered.
She nodded her head and did so, taking a second to watch my hands do something she could be doing before scrunching her mouth and turning around.
"Lift your skirt."
Irelia nervously glanced over her shoulder before nodding her head, lowering her hands behind herself and taking hold of the white frills of her short skirt before doing as I asked. I shook my head as I saw exactly what I expected; her thick backside housing a buttplug as large as mine, but with silver metal and a pink, heart-shaped jewel. Irelia was so wet that while I saw staring at the buttplug, wondering why it oddly reminded me of Ahri, I could see below that she was dripping down onto her stockings.
"Disgusting," I muttered as I walked forward. "But I can't say that I'm surprised."
I pulled my hand away from my bosom and remained rubbing my womanhood with the other, feeling my collar warm up slowly as I pushed her face-down onto her bed.
"Do you have any vibrators?" I asked, wishing to put both my hands to full use as I can feel my palms aching to be filled with the flesh of the laying body in front of me.
"No…" She muttered, her voice littered with arousal and anticipation.
"Why not?" I questioned, worried that I might not be able to indulge in Irelia because of this stupid collar…
"Because they're annoying…"
I found it odd that I felt offended by that statement, shaking my head as I realized it must be because I've grown fond of vibrators…
"…Do you have any rope?" I irritably muttered.
"Bottom drawer to your left."
I turned to my right and spotted a night table with that black dildo I mentioned before on top of it, my eyes falling past it and to the bottom of two drawers before I reached forward to open it. Within, was a bunch of bundles of rope, some torn apart, some showing signs of use, and some still in packaging.
"This is quite close to your bed…" I said, shaking my head. "Perhaps you like to tie yourself up at night?"
She didn't reply and I took it as confirmation.
"How disgusting."
I stood back behind her and saw that her hands were already behind her back, just above her rear, waiting to be bound. I chuckled and reached forward, wrapping the rope a few times around her wrists before tying the knot, noticing how she began to squirm anxiously. I took another bundle of rope and then tied her ankles together, looking up at her bound body to see that on her white blanket was a growing dark spot just beneath and between her thighs, showing that she loved this almost as much as I did…
"…Do you have any gags?" I asked, feeling uncomfortable with all my silly requests.
"T-top drawer…" She immediately replied, her voice dripping with lust as she clenched her hands eagerly.
I reached to my left with my only free hand and slid open the top drawer, shaking my head with disappointment as my eyes were filled with a sea of red and black ball gags.
"Why do you keep these so close to your bed?"
She remained silent long enough to warrant me to look at her, and I caught her turning her head away to hide, what I assumed to be, her ashamed face.
"Do you fantasize that someone will use these on you?" I chuckled as my fingers wrapped around the black leather of one of the red ball gags. "By doing it to yourself?"
"…Every night." Her muffled-self quietly replied.
I pulled my hand out from between my thighs and crawled onto the bed behind Irelia, my breasts pressing into her toned back as I reached over her head with the gag. I could feel her anxiously writhing beneath me, barely able to contain herself as she opened her drooling mouth to accept red rubber. It sunk into her mouth and I brought the harness beneath her hair before tightening it against the back of her head, crawling down her body and standing behind her to admire the bound beauty composed of muscular thickness in front of me.
"Are you a masochist…?" I asked, wondering if I got the word right as I dropped my left hand between my legs to cool my collar.
She nodded her head, unable to reply…
"Perfect…" I nervously chuckled, becoming worried because my collar continued heating up despite my fingers circling against my clitoris…
I tried my best to ignore the growing heat and instead trying to focus my attention on what was in front of me, raising my right hand into the air with drool trickling out my smirk as I watched Irelia squirm eagerly, awaiting what she knew was going to come. I swiftly brought my hand down upon her right ass cheek and chuckled as a loud smack echoed in her room, watching its flesh jiggle as it absorbed my harsh blow. The sound and sight entranced me, my grin widening as I rose my hand again and repeated my actions, doing so this time with a bit more force, eliciting a moan from her muffled mouth. I did it again and again until her ass went from white, to pink, to red, each time Irelia's pitiful pleas of pleasure would be muffled by her gag. As I continued to smack that perfect ass, I imagined myself haphazardly plowing into it from behind, but then visions of tentacles erased those images and left me worried. I won't be able to do so. Not with my collar still heating up despite how quickly I was fingering myself…
This isn't fair!
"If only you had made me cum…" I muttered, sinking my nails into her ass as I gave her one final smack. "I would've let you, you worthless slut."
I furrowed my brow and regretted that I had to leave, grabbing my uniform and giving her bound body a once over before I opened her door. As the light from outside poured into the room, Irelia began to frantically protest into her gag, looking over at me with drool running down her chin as her face begged for me to stay.
"You better not lay a single finger on yourself…" I chuckled, enjoying her pitiful struggling. "The next time you cum will be because of me, and me only."
I shook my head and then shut the door, feeling nothing but regret as I held my uniform against my naked body and rushed to the first supply closet I could find before anyone could see me like this. My collar was scalding, and I was afraid it would burn my fingers if I were to touch it, but that worry didn't last long as it cooled down, summoning the monster to fuck me as I dropped my uniform onto the floor. I spread myself apart and braced myself, placing my hands against the wall as I felt it slither all over me. Like always, one tried to pull out my plug but failed to do so, and then with a friend, thrust itself into my pussy.
"Ah…" I moaned, smothering my face into the wall as my body was rocked back and forth by the monster's violent ministrations.
The wet tentacles pumping in and out of my even wetter pussy were loud enough to begin echoing in the closet and to leak into the hall. I was so god damn wet that I could feel myself dripping down to my ankles, knowing there was already a puddle beneath me, damping my dress.
"Sounds like someone's having fun in there." Said some maid with a sultry tone.
I froze up, startled by the voice being so close, looking down at the floor to see a shadow at the bottom of the door.
"A lot of fun…" She stated. "Can I join?"
The door began opening and I gasped, grabbing the inside knob and slamming it back shut. My heart was assaulting the inside of my chest as I held the knob as tight as I could, trying my best to keep myself silent as the sounds of thrusting tentacles alone made stealth impossible, despite already being caught. Only a few maids in the mansion did things like this, and I could tell by the sound of her voice that it was neither Janna or Morgana…
"Come on, you know you want me in there with you." Said Sarah. "You can't even stop whatever it is you're doing to yourself to talk to me… unless someone else is in there with you already…"
"L-Leave!" I nervously demanded, trying my best to make my stammering voice sound different.
Sarah gasped and I could tell my attempt was futile. "Syndra?! I would've never guessed that all this time you were doing things like this when you stormed away."
"I-I w-wasn't!" I declared. "N-now l-leave m-me a-alone b-before I k-kill you!"
"…Fine." Sarah groaned with disappointment. "But you better do so with your thighs."
I better…
"…If you t-tell anyone, I'll k-kill you." I stammered, trying my best not to sound enticed by her offer.
"Sure, slut." She chuckled, her heels clicking down the hall as she strutted away.
I spent fifteen minutes in that closet being molested by the tentacles. I thought the attack would never end. I fell to the ground from exhaustion, kneeling atop my drenched dress as I was trying my best to capture what air I could in this stuffy closet. But even being on my knees required too much energy, and so, I fell to my back and watched the dark ceiling spin, respiring without silence as my defeating heartbeat was all I could hear.
After a few minutes, I stood up and opened the closet, hit with a cold draft right away that unsettled my sweaty body. I then redressed myself, disgusted by how the dripping dress felt on my dripping body. I turned around and saw the puddle I had left on the closet floor, groaning as I grabbed a CAUTION WET FLOOR sign and placed it atop of it. I slammed the closet door shut and considering going back to Irelia but realized I had taken on the role of her master – and I would be a terrible one if I showed less restraint than her...
But I really wanted to go back and fuck her brains out. I can be rougher with her than I can be with Sona who is most likely, to my disappointment, not a masochist…
My stomach growled and brought a smile to my lips as I had a non-sexual motive for once. But before I would go and eat, I walked to my room on shaky legs to dry myself, change into one of my spare uniforms, and then finally equip my egg vibrator, finding that my collar already began warming up as I slipped it in…
I'm getting aroused for no reason now like some slut, rolling my eyes as I turned the dial to its lowest setting before leaving my room and going to the dining room. As I stepped inside, I was relieved to find only a few maids in there: Ashe, Janna, Katarina, and Lux, the first two being some of the mansion's biggest sluts, although Ashe doesn't hold a candle to Janna.
Unlike Janna, Ashe still shows some shame and humility, and if she didn't, herself and that nice ass of hers would be tied with Janna and Sarah for biggest slut. I always thought she was one of the less disgusting maids until the day she was caught wearing a vibrator. She was very embarrassed, contrasting Janna who would be delighted to be caught, but maybe Ashe wanted to get caught, too. There's no other explanation for it unless it's just that she's an imbecile. And that's because everyone could hear the vibrations coming from beneath her skirt, and everyone could see how much pleasure she was in as she was tightly gripping her cutlery during an all-maid-attending dinner. Ashe must've been hard of hearing, because even I could hear it, and I was sitting at the complete opposite end of the table.
Everyone was murmuring about it and I'm sure Ashe was beginning to notice, and just when she stood up to leave, Evelynn ordered her to stop right there. Ashe nervously turned around and then Evelynn ordered her to raise her skirt. Ashe let out a nervous gulp and did so, and everyone gasped as they saw it between her legs; a large, round base of a blue vibrating dildo that looked like the pink one I have now. It was shaking wild, and from the way it protruded a few inches out of her pussy, it led me, and the others to believe, that it must have been huge. Ashe was forced to keep her skirt up for an entire minute, but she looked like she was going to pass out from humiliation and was eventually spared. I still find myself laughing at how quickly she ran out of that room.
...And sometimes, I find myself disgusted that Janna would've begged Evelynn to let her cum in front of everyone…
I kept my judging eyes on Ashe as I marched past them, preparing my dinner in the kitchen before taking a seat far away from them. This is normal behaviour for me, but I usually sit far away to avoid others, and not to avoid others from hearing the vibrator I'm wearing. I began eating and couldn't help but eavesdrop in on their frivolous conversation, my brain barely able to register the trash they were talking about as it entered one ear and immediately exited out the other.
Then my vibrator died.
"Piece of shit…" I muttered. I didn't know these things took so long to charge…
"What was that, Syndra?" I heard Katarina irritably ask. "Have something to say?"
I furrowed my brow and turned to see them all staring at me, Katarina's face wearing an angered expression that contrasted the nervous ones of the girls in her company. My eyes locked with Katarina's and I could feel my heart beating in my chest, feeling my collar quickly getting warmer as it was obvious that I was being very turned on by that aggressive redhead…
"No." I glared, clearing my throat as I tried my best to stop my eyes from pulling down to ogle her huge breasts confined in that tight dress. My collar was now blistering with heat. "I wasn't speaking to you."
"Getting angry with our food, then?" She mockingly chuckled.
The steel wrapped around my neck suddenly cooled down and my eyes widened at my fate, feeling my heartbeat quicken. I looked away from Katarina's arrogant glare as I felt my back get heavier, the tentacles sprawling against my body beneath my uniform before they yanked my vibrator out and let it dangle between my legs. My rear was forcefully raised from my seat as one tentacle attempted to pull my buttplug out, doing so forcefully and bringing me worry, but also bringing me relief as it failed to make any noteworthy progress, and then bringing me intense pleasure and shock as it and a friend drove themselves into my dripping, disgustingly wet, and slutty pussy…
"P-perhaps…" I muttered, clearing my throat as the tentacles began to violently pump in and out of me. "What I said was intended for you, bitch."
Under the current circumstances, that was probably the stupidest thing, I've said in my life. I already regretted saying it immediately after it left my lips.
Katarina's eyes widened and her brows furrowed so deep it almost touched her nose, but the blonde beside her grabbed her arm and pulled her towards herself. Katarina looked at Lux and sighed, and then looked back at me to scoff and return to conversing with her stupid friends.
I find it odd that Lux, the mansion's most innocent maid, is eating with some of its biggest sluts. Lux and Katarina have also been spending a lot of time together… Maybe they're like Sona and myself? Or maybe even like Irelia and myself? You never know how Lux is when she's wet…
Perhaps that innocent little girl is truly a narcissistic, freaky, slut.
I was broken out of my lustrous thoughts as I felt slimy tentacles climbing up my uniform, peeking out from between my cleavage and wrapping around my breasts as they began to squeeze into them. My eyes widened as I looked over, seeing that no girls were looking at me and thus not able to see this. But I can't spend another second above this table. Not with the constant side-eyed glares Katarina keeps giving me.
I picked up my fork and threw it underneath the table, quickly going after it before anyone would look over. Now, I'm on all-fours beneath a table with four other maids presents, my body being viciously fucked by some angry tentacle monster. I was so powerless that all I could do was pray that it wouldn't last fifteen minutes like the one before…
I looked forward with teary eyes to see four pairs of beautiful legs far ahead of me, noticing that Janna, who is sitting on my side of the table, has two vibrators tucked into her stockings. I shook my head in disbelief because I can't believe I haven't thought about that… I could turn one off when the other dies. But I bet Janna, like the whore she is, has both on at the same time with one taped to her clit and the other stowed deep inside of her.
I should do that…
I peered forward and noticed even more, seeing that Janna's right hand was beneath the table and between Ashe's legs, moving quickly. I looked down and saw that Ashe's heels were raising from the floor, and I could bet by the way how passionately Janna's fingers were moving, Ashe must've been cumming. Janna then lifted her hand above the table, and I bet it was to suck it dry in front of Katarina and Lux. How disgusting. I can't believe how horrible those two are, and how stupid Lux and Katarina must've been not to notice.
To be honest, I didn't notice until I got beneath the table… Maybe Janna and Ashe have been getting away with this for a while now…
I lowered my head and stared at my sprawled fingers, my body shaking violently back and forth as the tentacles had their furious way with me. My excitement was pouring down my thighs and I was so wet that the sounds of tentacles thrusting into my wet pussy were beginning to grow louder, causing my face to twist into pure fear as I was worried that I would be caught soon. I closed my eyes and prayed even harder, counting the seconds pass by as the tentacles showed no signs of stopping.
After a bit longer, they finally did, leaving me panting and trembling. I had no idea how long I was under here for. I was too paranoid now to get up, but every second more I spent beneath, the more suspicious it would be. I took a deep breath and then climbed out, seeing a sly look on Janna's face, an embarrassed look on Ashe's, a skeptical one on Katarina's, and a shy one on Lux's. Perhaps they were too enveloped in their conversation to notice how long I was under there for, but now that I was standing here, sweating, breathing heavily, my silver hair clinging to my brow, they all turned to me with confused looks and began counting the minutes in their heads.
So, I ran to my room before they could say anything.
I set my vibrator to charge and waited for curfew, sitting on my bed with my hands locked to my knees while thinking of ways to thwart my ever-lasting and always-growing arousal. But I couldn't get my mind off what just happened. I knew I left a puddle under that table, and I knew that they knew I was under there for a while. They're going to check. They're going to see it, and then they're going to think I was fingering myself or doing something to myself... Something disgusting enough for me to leak so much excitement on that floor that they'll think it's cum… something that's impossible for me to fill a puddle with. Then Janna will think I'm a slut. Then Katarina will think I'm a slut. Then Lux will think I'm a slut. Then Ashe will think I'm a slut.
And they'd all be right.
And for some reason, that turned me on…
And so, the time I spent waiting for it to be an hour past curfew was 66% furiously masturbating, and 33% enduring a pleasing, dreadful, tentacle attack. After I pulled my mind out of its frustrated, mushy state, I wiped myself down and went to Ahri's room. I stood outside for a few moments to prepare myself for the humiliation I'm about to experience, taking a deep breath to compose myself before I hit my knuckles against her door three times.
"Come in, Syndra." She purred.
To Be Continued...