Day Eight...
I woke up completely exhausted, barely able to open my tired eyes as gravity seemed to keep me bound to my bed. This night and the last, I was barely able to get 3 hours of sleep due to the tentacle monster waking me up every 30 minutes, and then keeping me awake for another 30 after. I can't live like this anymore. This is utter hell. I must do something quick to lift this curse.
I was too anxious to enjoy my morning shower, constantly mistaking the water's heat for my collar's. I wasn't wearing my buttplug, and I can't afford a tentacle attack without it in me. Despite what Ahri said, I'm not an anal loving whore. I don't want the tentacles in there.
I think…
I was forced to keep my arousal in check. Stealing my tired attention was Sivir; a very attractive, athletic beauty. I kept admiring her slim, lean body which glistened in tiny bubbles and warm, wet water. She would look at me in the corner of her eye but pretended to be ignorant. Even though I knew she knew I was gawking at her; I couldn't stop myself. Not after the 5th, the 10th, the 15th, and even the 20th time as I snuck one final glance as I heard the shower door open to see Katarina marching in, a woman so captivating that it made me forget all about Sivir…
Katarina and I exchanged glares, but the anger within me was muddled with intense lust as my eyes quickly moved down to ogle her large breasts, her slim waist, her wide hips, her thick thighs, her long legs, her everything. Drool began to leak from the corner of my mouth like water did the shower head, and I shook my head once more as I was pulled out from my lecherous stare as the flesh on my neck was being noticeably warmed by the thick steel enslaving it.
I wanted to fuck the life out that rebellious redhead.
I shook my head in a panic as I remembered my anus wasn't stuffed with gold metal, nervously strutting towards Katarina with my heart quickening as she gave me a provocative stare. She must've recognized the look which I was giving her. She must receive them all the time. And a girl like her must take advantage of those who stare at her in such ways. Like she did Lux, I bet.
But not me, Katarina. I will be the one taking advantage of you.
I barely dried myself down before I wrapped my towel around my still-dripping body, lifting my clothes in a heap in my arms as I began to march to my room. But as my wet feet managed to not slip upon wood flooring, I ran into a tall, blonde bitch who stood in my way, her arms crossed over her chest as she glared down at me.
"Dress code." She angrily muttered.
"Fuck off," I stated, remembering what she caught me doing yesterday.
I could feel her eyes still on my body as I pushed my way past her, and wished instead, that it were her hands instead. They would be better placed against my ass as that angry face would serve as my throne.
And that perverted thinking brought my attention back to the increasing heat beneath my jaw.
I stormed into my room and locked the door, dropping everything on the floor as I hurried to the big buttplug waiting for me upon my dresser. I snatched it and a half-empty bottle of lube before walking towards my bed, my heart beating heavily as my skin beneath my collar was on the verge of being cooked well-done. I turned around and saw myself in the mirror, one leg up on my bed as I lubed my anus with my fingers, taking hold of the buttplug and drowning it in that same liquid before bringing it behind me and watching as I lowered it towards what I once considered sacred…
I had to convince myself that this was a need to prevent the tentacles and not a want to satisfy my disgusting desires…
I began to push it in, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip as I could feel its slick, metal tip slipping past the entrance of my anus. I was in disbelief that I somehow managed to get this thing inside of me before. I applied more pressure and groaned, turning away to rid my sight of my own sluttish reflection as I focused on inserting this devious toy. I did what Irelia did; pushing it in, then out, then in again, feeling my collar briefly cool each time it went just a tiny bit deeper inside of me…
I can deny it all I want, but the collar was proof that I was enjoying this…
I sighed and paused, feeling the largest part of the plug resting against my cheeks, knowing that now, the hard part was coming. I opened my eyes and stared at the wall in front of me, furrowing my brow as I clenched my teeth, pulling my hand towards myself to push the buttplug deeper. It slowly crept in, spreading me apart, causing my eyes to roll into the back of my head as I had to yet again, take another break, alarmed that my collar began to warm up as I forced myself to continue to keep it cool.
This feels horrible...
This feels awful…
This feels…
This…
Feels…
Great…
I spiraled into a pleasurable loop as my hand moved on its own, my head peering over my shoulder to see in the mirror, a slut who wasn't making any more progress with getting her large buttplug deeper inside of her anus. Instead, that slut was fucking herself with it and that's because she loved anal.
"I don't…" I muttered. "I don't actually enjoy this…"
I shook my head and closed my eyes, turning away from the mirror as I stopped pulling the plug out, and forced it in. I shuddered as it went deeper, and deeper, a long, husky growl rumbling in my throat as I could feel bit by bit struggle with filling me. But then that struggle went away as fulfillment replaced it, proud of myself as I looked in the mirror again to see the large purple jewel glistening between my cheeks, coated in lube like my thighs were in excitement. I turned my whole body towards the mirror to rid my sight of that wretched, anus-stuffing toy, but my hands still played with its gold steel behind me, feeling how its big metal rim pressed into the flesh of my ass surrounding it. My other hand went between my thighs to slip two of its fingers into my dripping womanhood. And without any hesitation, I began fingering myself, light moans pouring from my lips as I stared at my body in the mirror.
My beautiful body. Anyone would be lucky to see it in such a state of undress, let alone touch it…
…Or own it, like Ahri...
My hand left my backside and rose to one of my breasts, sinking into their soft, supple flesh as I began to thrust into myself more passionately. I couldn't tear my eyes away from my body, enjoying how my stomach tightened and my chest lightly heaved. I watched as I tried to bring myself to an impossible orgasm, my fervid hands continuing even though they should be paralyzed by a thunderous climax by now…
So, I stopped and fell back onto my bed as I let the tentacles fuck me, a few minutes passing by before I was once again, left on the edge of climax, familiar with always being there. I rose my tired eyes back to my mirror and laughed at how my sweaty, just-bathed, and panting body was already dirtied. I scanned my skin, watching how small droplets of sweat trailed between invisible hairs and goosebumps.
And then my collar began warming up again.
I stopped laughing and dropped my head down onto my sheets, furrowing my brow as my collar continued to get hotter each second. I rose a hand and squeezed into my breast to cool it down, but it seemed like I didn't care for cooling the collar. My hands only wished to heat it, and my body further. One lowered between my legs and thrust two fingers back into my pussy, eliciting a light moan from my lips as I pinched one of my nipples with the other.
I got quicker, and quicker, and hotter, and hotter. I couldn't stop myself despite already having done this to myself just five minutes ago. My back rose from the bed with damp sheets clinging to its wet skin, my wrist moving hurriedly as the sounds of my sultriness filled the room, and maybe, the hall.
I'm lucky that I'm the only maid who has a room in this hall... but that doesn't stop people walking by from hearing...
My arms were growing tired and I finally gave them some rest, grabbing my sheets to keep them busy as I shook my head in disgust. I let my collar get warm, and then let tentacles fuck me again. Five minutes went by, and I spent all of it with my eyes closed, disgusted that it was my own body that heated my core as I was tortured at the brink of climax.
But I couldn't keep my eyes off from myself.
I spent the entire morning like this, enduring – no, enjoying – about eight more tentacle attacks. I grew tired of masturbating, and just let them have their way with me. By the time it was noon, I was exhausted, and my body was sore, and my stomach roared with the desire to be filled.
With food, and not with dick.
My lunch was almost ruined because someone had entered the dining room. Someone I now disliked. Someone who decided it would be appropriate to sit right across from me. That someone, being Sona. She reached into her apron and slid a note across the table which read 'I'm sorry.' I rolled my eyes and ignored it, lifting my sandwich back up and sinking my teeth into it before noticing in the corner of my eyes, that some maids were looking over at us. As I swatted away their gazes, I caught a glimpse of Sona handing me another note which read; 'Work now.' My response was the same before, but I couldn't help but notice how red her face was and how her fingers anxiously curled together.
"What?" I muttered.
She reached into her apron and placed atop her note, a pink, square remote. On its plastic surface, were five round, push-in buttons beside text which read 'OFF'. 'LOW', 'MED', 'HIGH', and 'EXTREME' - in that order.
An unstoppable smile sprawled my lips. Sona must be a bigger slut than I thought if this is what I think it is. Today, we have garden duty with Zyra, a woman who happens to be quite the prude despite her slutty appearance.
"Prove that you're wearing it," I said, dropping my sandwich onto my plate. "Right now."
Sona cocked her head back worriedly.
"Stand up," I ordered, glancing at my left a quick second to see if the other maids were looking.
They weren't, but even if they were, I'd still force Sona to do this. Her blush got more intense as she slowly rose to her feet, carefully pushing the chair away from the table to not draw any attention towards herself as she looked back down at me nervously.
"Lift your skirt."
She pulled her lips into her mouth and nodded her head sheepishly, her eyes looking to her right to see if anyone was looking before obeying my command. As she rose the black and white, frilly fabric, my smile grew even wider as I saw what I suspected the remote belonged to, seeing that her dripping southern lips tightly gripped a protruding round, flat base of a snugly-fitting, pink dildo.
Sona went all out. That thing is not some weak egg vibrator. Its lowest setting is probably as intense as an egg vibrator's highest, especially if it has something as absurd as an 'EXTREME' setting. It's probably the same model that Ashe was caught wearing, and I chuckled as I realized the current situation was a little similar to that one. I turned to my left and saw that a few maids were staring, my eyes widening as I realized that they're going to associate me with this blue-haired slut.
"Cover yourself," I muttered, standing up and marching quickly out of the dining room. She followed behind me to the front garden, and for once, I was eager to work with Zyra…
As we were plucking weeds, myself imagining them as the heads of all those who crossed me, I mischievously kept my eyes on Sona as I lowered a hand into my apron and hit the LOW setting on the remote. I heard the vibrator jolt to a start as Sona froze up, looking at me worriedly as she rose a hand to cover her mouth. The vibrator was already decently loud despite this being the lowest strength, and I can't imagine how loud it'll become once I work my way up these buttons…
Sona turned away from Zyra who began to look at her weirdly, struggling to get a decent grip on a dandelion with her shaking hand which only slipped as she tried to pull it out. She shook her head nervously and then grabbed it with both hands, yanking it hard and ripping its stem in half, its roots remaining embedded in the dirt as she almost fell onto her rear.
"Here…" Zyra muttered, handing Sona a small spade. "Use this."
Sona looked over at Zyra and worriedly nodded her head, sheepishly taking the spade from her hands before finishing the dandelion off. And as I watched her do so, I could feel the heat of my collar growing, slipping a hand between my thighs to turn my own vibrator to low. But unlike Sona's, my vibrator didn't rumble so viciously that it left me incapable of plucking mere weeds.
Did you expect me to be without my vibrator? Because I didn't mention putting it in this morning? The author didn't bother with doing so, as it's now safer to assume that I'm always wearing it. It's a part of my uniform now, just like the buttplug, be it small, big, or maybe even soon, huge...
Because for some reason, I have a craving to be filled with something bigger…
Maybe even something alive.
"You two can go take those waste bags to the shed." Said Zyra, annoyed with Sona's incompetence and most likely mine as well because I was too focused on watching her, and not with doing my job. "And bring back the wheelbarrow full of dirt."
Sona and I grabbed the bags she was talking about it and began walking away, Sona unable to keep it still in her hands as she had to hold it against her body to prevent it from falling. The moment we neared the shed, finally out of Zyra's sight, I dropped my bag on the ground and yanked Sona's from her trembling hands, chuckling as I pulled my gardening gloves off and threw it atop the wheelbarrow we were supposed to be bringing back. I placed my bare-skinned hands on her shoulders before pinning her back against the shed, staring deep into her sheepish, fluttering eyes with a wide grin on my face, moving my right hand beneath her skirt before gripping her rumbling dildo.
"You're such a slut," I whispered into her ear, snickering as I used my left hand to turn the dildo off. "Have you been wearing this all day?"
Sona nodded her head in a way that conveyed her shame. I chuckled and pulled the vibrator out of her pussy, feeling her juices leaking onto my wrist as I rose it up. "Hold it," I ordered. She lifted a hand to do so, but I shook my head and placed the tip of the dildo against her mouth, watching as her cheeks went redder than tradition as she averted her eyes from my own. But nonetheless, she parted her lips, and then I pushed the toy into her mouth nearly all the way in, stopping once I noticed discomfort in her face.
"Don't drop it," I ordered as I let go, watching her clasp her full, pink lips tight around it so she would obey my command.
I fell to my knees and placed my hands on her thighs, spreading them just far apart enough to fit my head as I dove beneath her apron and skirt.
"Say something when someone is coming." I laughed.
My hands crept forward and sunk into the succulent flesh of her backside, my mouth opening so that my tongue could hammer in such a way that made her limbs writhe around me. I captured her clitoris between my lips, and she began to shake even more as I began to suck, feeling a wet warmth against my ears as she closed her thighs around my head.
In my own mind, I envisioned myself as Ahri, ordering Sona to keep her legs spread apart and to tell me when she's going to cum. But that won't work. Sona can't speak, so she won't be able to fulfill her part. But, I've gotten used to telling when someone is about to cum just from my own suffering, so I was confident with torturing this blue-headed slut for as long as I can.
I felt Sona's hands take hold of my head, and by the way her fingers messed with my hair, I knew that she was on the verge of climax, stopping my ministrations right away. I stood up, and she stared at me with her face filled with despair, drooling around the dildo before I pulled it from her mouth.
"I can't have you cumming, yet." I said, raising her skirt and shoving the dildo back into her pussy, something that was easy to do because of how wet it, and its destination was.
I wiped my lips with the back of my hand, savouring her taste, but I suspected that some of that flavour was LeBlanc. Trying my best to ignore the fact that I was playing with someone else's pet, I slipped my hands back into my gloves, reaching into my pocket before hitting the button to Sona's vibrator which read 'HIGH'.
"Are you going to cum?" I asked, watching Sona's eyes fall shut as she closed her legs together, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip.
She opened her eyes and shook her head. I walked closer and rose her chin with two of my own fingers, staring into her weak, pitiful eyes with my pair which instilled my dominance over her. "Are you going to cum?" I asked once more.
She shook her head again.
"Good." I said, reaching into my pocket and hitting 'MED', letting go of her chin which began to tremble. "Now push that wheelbarrow for me."
Sona nodded her head and walked towards the wheelbarrow with shaky legs, taking a hold of its two handles. Her thighs were tightly pressed together as she struggled to push it forward, my eyes watching from behind how her excitement was slowly dripping down her soft flesh and seeping into her tight stockings.
Once we returned to Zyra, Sona was even shyer than usual, refusing eye contact with her, quivering whenever she wasn't looking, and trying her best to appear normal when she was. But Zyra easily noticed Sona's struggle to remain composed, turning to me and asking, "Is Sona okay?", to which I replied with an amused shrug of my shoulders. "I suppose that's a better response than what I usually get from you," Zyra muttered, continuing to pluck out the weeds Sona couldn't.
As I watched Zyra do so, I couldn't help but admire her odd, green skin, feeling my collar heat up as I noticed how curvaceous her plant-like body was. I reached beneath myself and turned the dial of my vibrator up just one bit more, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip as the pleasure was beginning to become… noticeable.
Zyra stood up and began walking towards Sona, but Sona's eyes widened, and she took a nervous step back. Zyra tilted her head and a curious look came to her face. I'm sure she can hear Sona's vibrator more clearly now, distinguishing it from the sound of those summer beetles as she looked down and shook her head with a groan. Zyra grabbed hold of the wheelbarrow and Sona stepped away even further, fiddling with her apron as she nervously looked over at me to turn the vibrator off.
I shook my head with a wide sneer on my face.
"Go to the backyard." Said Zyra, her voice annoyed, and somewhat suspicious. "All you have to do is water the plants."
"Come," I said to Sona, the devious grin on my lips widening.
Sona nodded her head and walked to me quickly, trying her best to stand on her shaky legs. We walked to the back and the whole time; I could hear her vibrator buzzing behind me, and the sexual anticipation between us growing. I could barely wait as I threw my gloves onto some random bricks, turning Sona's vibrator off before turning around and pushing her trembling body against the back wall of the mansion. I stared into her sheepish eyes as I reached beneath her skirt and pulled the dildo out of her pussy, sheathing it back within her accepting mouth before falling onto my knees.
My hands moved on their own as if they were destined to do this. They pulled Sona's legs together and lifted them up onto my shoulders, sliding down their soft flesh before sinking into her rear. I lifted her up and rested her weight against the wall, stretching my neck to capture her clitoris between my lips before sucking with strong, loud, yet slow, pulses. I could feel her writhing against the wall behind her, my hands struggling to keep her from falling as her feet locked together behind my neck.
There was nothing but darkness beneath her skirt, and the sound of her wet pussy being devoured by my hungry lips. I felt on fire. I was loving the control I had over Sona, fueled by it. So much that when I felt her frantically tapping against my head, I refused to stop, even when it got quicker. I continued to devour her, and eventually, she stopped tapping my scalp when both her hands took hold of my head, pulling it further into her groin as I could feel her juices squirting against my mouth. I lapped her cum up like the slut I am and licked my lips with satisfaction, pulling my head out from underneath her skirt as I let her legs back down onto the floor, seeing that Sona's face was stricken with fear, the dildo in her hands, and no longer her mouth.
…Oh no…
I turned to see Zyra glaring at the both of us, her arms crossed over her bosom as I could feel Sona's cum dripping down my chin, my neck, and onto my collar which threatened to steam the liquid against it. My eyes widened at the repercussions of my lust, wiping Sona's cum off with the back of my hand before nervously clenching my hands by my sides.
"I've seen you've grown accustomed to this workplace." Said Zyra, impatiently pattering her feet as her cheeks seemed to be a little pink.
I opened my mouth to make up some pitiful excuse, to try and convince Zyra that this isn't what she thinks it is. But instead, I only stammered hopelessly, furrowing my brow and turning to see Sona nervously staring down at her feet where a puddle of her juices had collected.
"Leave," Zyra muttered.
I grabbed Sona's hand and took her with me.
"I-if you t-tell anyone, I'll kill you…" I unconvincingly muttered, my heart beating nervously as I worried, she would do exactly that, refusing to turn and see her judging scowl.
I ran away with Sona into the mansion and saw that she dropped the dildo into her apron, scurrying within in it and lifting her notepad out before writing something for me.
It read: 'I hate you'.
But I didn't feel sorry for her. I only felt sorry for myself. Sorry that I was caught.
Sona reached into my apron and grabbed the remote, and then ran down the hall before I could say anything. As she sprinted away, she passed Irelia whose face was contorted with anger, flickering with suspicion as she turned to look at Sona, before me. I watched as she marched towards me, wondering how she managed to get out of those binds I left her in last night. But the sight of her muscular thighs which shook with each step told me how. That, and I remembered all the torn rope I saw in her room.
To Be Continued...