Day Nine, Part Two...
I was startled by sudden heat throbbing around my neck, shaking my head in disgust as I turned my vibrator on to 'LOW'. It began shaking within me and I bit my bottom lip to keep myself together, looking forward to see Quinn leaning against the wall down the hall. I had no choice but to continue forward, knowing that she will hear it. But I shouldn't even care what Quinn thinks anyways. She's just some slut. A slut that I've seen do the splits. A slut that can probably do that on a cock or someone's face whenever she can.
...And her being able to do the splits is the only reason why I think she's a slut…
...I wonder what other simple, non-sexual reasons lead others to think that I'm a slut…?
Is it my anger? Do they think that I'm angry because I haven't gotten my fill? Because that's what I think of Sejuani and Kayle...
I nervously kept my eyes on Quinn as I approached her, clenching my teeth once she was behind me, feeling her eyes glued to my body. I looked over my shoulder to see her suspiciously staring at me with her brow furrowed. I quickly turned away, filled with embarrassment, feeling her eyes still on me, realizing she must see the black, leather straps through the upper back window of my dress. She must think I'm a huge slut just because of that, and the fact that there's an easily-audible vibrator ringing beneath my skirt…
I can't even get mad, because whatever it was that Quinn was thinking about me, was probably right. Only a slut would be wearing these things willingly…
...Only a slut would enjoy this…
I resumed with walking away, humiliated by the continued, justified staring Quinn was giving me…
Who cares what that stupid, bird-loving bitch thinks about me anyways? So what if Quinn thinks I'm a slut? She's right. That's all there is to it. There's nothing wrong with being a slut…
...There's nothing wrong with being a slut…
There's nothing wrong with being…
...A…
...Slut…
That last thought echoed in my head. I never imagined that I'd think such a terrible thing.
And I never imagined that I'd agree with it...
I quickened my steps to the next hall and saw Fiora talking to some woman I've never seen before. A woman who was wearing the required French maid uniform if she were to be working here. I stopped in place, considering not walking by them because I didn't wish to leave the impression that I'm a slut to this new maid…
But who cares, Syndra? You? Do you really care about the opinions of those inferior to you?
I took a deep breath of air and reminded myself that I shouldn't be concerned with the judgement of others, slowly strutting forward. Fiora's back was facing me as I walked past her, talking to the new maid who was facing towards me, allowing me to see her... beautiful face. She had silver hair, like mine, but it rested atop her shoulders in elegant curls. Her eyelids were painted emerald green with makeup to contrast her large, yellow eyes, her lips wearing red to compliment her brown skin. I lowered my eyes to see the rest of her, surprised with how… stunning her body was. She had a tiny waist, large hips, thick thighs, and from what I can see just by standing in front of her, a big, round ass, too. The sight of such amazing curves left me stunned with wide eyes.
She quickly noticed my staring, furrowing her brow at me disapprovingly as if I was vermin. And then Fiora turned around and cocked her head back, looking down at my hips before widening her eyes and looking back up at me.
She can hear the vibrator. And that maid knows I was ogling her, too…
I glared at Fiora and she opened her mouth in response. But I cut her off before she could say anything. "Who's that?"
"Thi-"
The new maid cut Fiora off too.
"I am Qiyana." She said, a proud arrogant smirk on her lips. "Who are you, slu-"
And before Qiyana could finish her sentence, Fiora put a hand over her mouth. Qiyana furrowed her brow, visibly angry at Fiora. I glared at both of them, but that's all I could do. I didn't have my powers. Without them, I couldn't instill fear into Qiyana as I'd want…
I sighed and marched away quickly with my heart pounding. I felt humiliated, muttering to myself that I shouldn't feel that way. Again, I had to remind myself that I shouldn't be concerned with the opinions of those beneath me.
But that girl. That brat. I want to dominate her. I felt the need to do so the moment she glared at me. I'd have her against the wall, her smug face contorting from her struggle as my fingers slid into her pussy. And she would try to hide her pleasure because she seems like she'd be too prideful to admit that she's enjoying it…
Thinking of making that brat submit heated up my collar. I turned into another hall and increases the vibrator's strength from 'LOW' to 'MED'. And I immediately regretted it. The dildo beneath my skirt became noticeably louder, increasing the proximity which people could hear it…
And before I could decide to turn it off and deal with a tentacle attack so no one else could hear the vibrator, I heard footsteps from across the hall. I looked up to see Sarah walking towards my direction, panic rising within me. Miss Fortune was one of the last people I wanted to catch me wearing such devious, shameful things…
I spun on my heel to get away, but behind me was Janna, the last person I want to catch me wearing these things… She's the only reason Miss Fortune isn't the first…
I turned back around and began marching quickly towards Miss Fortune, knowing I'd rather run into her first before Janna. The smart decision would've been to turn my vibrator off before walking past her, but I only thought of doing that once I was caught, Sarah's eyes widening as a discerning smirk came to her red lips…
"I-Is that what I think it is?" She asked.
"N-no…" I nervously muttered.
Sarah pushed her way in front of me, blocking my way.
"It's so loud…" She muttered, looking down and furrowing her brow once her eyes landed on my thighs.
Yes. I'm wetter than you could ever hope to be, you redheaded slut.
Her eyes came back up to my own, surprise on her face before she grinned. Before I could say anything, before I could reach into my apron to turn off this cursed vibrator, I jumped as I felt hands pulling on the leather straps pressing into my back, turning around to see Janna lustfully gazing at me.
"She's wearing a bondage harness…" Janna muttered, licking her lips.
"Maybe that's how she's keeping her vibrator in," Sarah said.
No… My vibrator stays in because of how tightly I"m clenched around it, just like the metal within my anus...
"B-be quiet." I stammered.
"Or what, you slut?" Miss Fortune chuckled. "You'll tie us up? Dominate us? Is that what you're into now?"
I furrowed my brow and cleared my throat, knowing that the warmth growing between my legs and around my neck was from hearing her perverted words.
"Look at the collar around her neck." Said Janna. "She's already someone's pet."
"I-I'm not anyone's pet!"
"Sure…" Janna muttered, unconvinced. "Why don't we invite her along, Sarah?"
"Where?" I asked, unable to hide my eagerness...
"To my room." Answered Miss Fortune, amused with my sudden question. "We were going to fuck each other, but maybe you could fuck us, instead…"
I turned around to see Sarah's hands moving towards my skirt. It took everything within me to intercept it and not let it go to its destination, my grip tight around her wrist as I rose it up between us. Her face slightly reflected sudden fear, but she quickly shook her head and chuckled.
"You could treat us just like this," Sarah stated.
My arousal spiked at the invitation of dominating these two at the same time, resisting to accept it just as much as I resisted pushing her hand beneath my skirt. I sighed, staring at Sarah's face which reflected her arousal, reminding myself that she and her friend behind me are vermin. I don't want to be associated with such despicable beings.
But why not, Syndra? You're just as disgusting as they are…
"Your hearing must've gone bad from all the moaning you hear," I muttered. "It's your vibrator that you're hearing. Not mine."
I dropped her hand and marched away as quickly as I could on my shaky legs, not bothering with turning around as I could feel both their eyes staring at me, amused by my stupid lie. My neck continued to get warmer and I debated going back to my room, worried about what could happen if I were to get any more aroused.
Keep going, Syndra. You can handle this.
So I did just that, my vibrator still buzzing within me, finding myself at the doors which lead to the dining room. I opened one of them to see a few maids sitting at the dining table, all in different positions, eating their lunches. My eyes widened as I became worried that they might've heard my vibrator before I even entered, but none of them turned to look at me. I considered leaving, but the rumbling of my stomach convinced me to do this. I shouldn't be concerned with what these peasants think of me. I should only be concerned with my needs.
So why did you refuse Sarah and Janna, you idiot? Ahri must've stripped away most of your pride, surely there isn't enough left where you still think those two are beneath you…
I hugged the right wall to ensure that I was as far away from everyone as possible while I made my way across the dining room. I cautiously watched the few maids sitting at the dining table, looking out for suspicious gazes in case they had decent enough ears to hear my vibrator. I made it to the kitchen door and as I reached a hand out to open it, the door flung open before Karma came walking out, her eyes shut with a tranquil smile on her face. She stopped before she ran into me, furrowing her brow before opening her mouth.
"Syndra…?" She said, eyes still shut. "It seems that you've fallen down the path such as many in this mansion."
Her voice was filled with disappointment and a bit of disgust, and it pissed me off. I couldn't listen to my thoughts that told me to ignore what others thought of me. I cared. I don't want people to think I'm trash. I want them to think that I'm better than them.
Because with my powers, I am.
I groaned and pushed her out of the way, closing the kitchen door behind myself before Karma could scold me any further. Immediately, my eyes were greeted by a curvaceous woman with blue hair who was currently placing a dish into the skin. She turned to look at me and her eyes widened, marching towards me before brushing her fingers against the leather straps showing above the bust of my uniform. And just as quickly as she marched over to me, she dropped a hand into my apron and stole the remote to my vibrator, stepping back.
"Give me that back!" I demanded, furrowing my brow. I began marching towards her, and she continued to back away.
Sona rose the remote into the air and hovered her thumb over the 'HIGH' button.
"D-don't!" I nervously demanded.
But something in me wanted her to hit that button. My collar was still, albeit very slowly, getting warmer, and I bet that it would feel so good if the vibrator was at 'HIGH' right now...
Sona smirked with a sly look on her face, but she had no idea that if she were to hit that button, it'll produce more pleasure and increase my arousal, making it more difficult to keep my collar cool. I stopped walking towards her, wishing to prevent the troublesome events that could transpire if she were to proceed...
"Don't d-do s-something you'll regret…" I stated nervously.
I took a deep breath and grabbed a box of cereal, placing it on the counter before walking to the fridge. I grabbed a carton of milk and then turned around to see that a note had been placed beside the cereal box.
The note read; 'Are you letting everyone know that you're a slut now?'
I shook my head. "I'm not a slut!"
She wrote another note and then placed it atop the first. 'Then why are you wearing such a loud vibrator?'
I anxiously sunk my teeth into my bottom lip. "It's the same one you were wearing," I muttered.
Sona blushed and bit her bottom lip, like I, before looking away nervously. This was the first time we talked again after we were caught by Zyra, and it seemed that she was just remembering that. She turned back to face me, watching as I poured milk into my cereal bowl before her eyes became glued to what was visible of my bondage harness.
"I'm being forced to wear it…" I stated.
I turned away to grab a spoon and when I turned back around, my bowl of cereal was gone. I groaned and looked to see Sona walking out of the kitchen with my bowl in her hand, rolling my eyes as it seemed that she wished to get some revenge. I quickly followed her out of the kitchen, but once I saw the handful of maids scattered about at the dining table, I couldn't help but feel apprehensive. My vibrator was already rumbling loudly within me - it was a miracle I wasn't caught already. But I fear I will be caught soon. I know Sona won't be able to resist hitting the next highest button…
I took a shaky, deep breath and watched as Sona walked alongside the table. I walked alongside the wall of the room, as far away from the table as possible so no one could hear my vibrator. But a few maids looked over and I was certain that they could hear it. But they said nothing and I tried my best to accept the possibility that the noise emanating between my thighs wasn't loud enough yet, looking back at Sona who continued to march away with my first meal of the day...
Sona sat down at the very end of the table, but with one empty chair between her and Sivir. I glared at Sona who had a mischievous grin on her face. The only spot I could sit was between Sona and Sivir, or across the table… or in my room. I began to head towards the double doors, but I was startled by the loud clang of silverware behind me. I turned around to see Sona holding the remote in one hand as she pushed the bowl of cereal I prepared across from her. I worriedly ground my teeth together, fearing that she will press that 'HIGH' button. My collar was already warm enough and the strength of the vibrator was already making it difficult to maintain my composure. I won't be able to handle it if it were to shake inside of me any stronger. Especially not with anyone nearby…
I scowled at Sona and began to walk forward, the nervous beat of my heart quickening as I kept my cautious eyes on Sivir as I sat across the blue-haired devil. Sivir furrowed her brow suspiciously and looked right at me, skepticism all over her face. I nervously gulped and quickly averted my glance from her, noticing in the corner of my eye that she rolled her own before returning her attention to her food.
She can hear it. She knows what's beneath my skirt…
And suddenly, my vibrator became very intense. I stifled a gasp as my bones began to shake, my teeth chattering together as my toes and fingers curled together. My eyes widened and I glared at Sona who had my remote in her hand still, clearing my throat to stop another pitiful sound from fleeing my throat. I clenched my hands into fists atop the table and closed my legs tightly together, trying to silence the vibrator's loud sound with the flesh of my inner thighs while also trying to steel myself.
But it did nothing. Sivir looked at me with widened, surprised eyes before looking over at Sona next. She shook her head, and then looked back at me. "So this is why the two of you get along."
She took a bite of her sandwich and chewed it while staring at me with a somewhat disapproving glare.
"I'm surprised to see you doing things like this, Syndra. Especially here, of all places."
Her voice was filled with disappointment. I opened my mouth to defend myself, but I could feel a moan rising in my lungs, trying its best to escape. I covered my mouth with one of my hands quickly, my eyes widening. I pressed my thighs even more tightly together, clenching my teeth. The vibrator felt… amazing. I dropped my hands beneath the table and dug into the flesh of my thighs with my nails, feeling every cell of skin on my body shaking. The vibrator was too intense.
Too intense for public, that is…
"You two are making it difficult to enjoy my meal…" Said Sivir.
I froze immediately, remembering that we were in the dining hall and that there were a few other maids at this very table… They could probably feel the vibration of my dildo through the floor. It was buzzing so loudly that I couldn't hear their murmuring over it.
They're judging you Syndra, calling you a slut...
I quickly stood up, wincing as the chair scraped against the floor, marching towards the door on my legs which felt so frail due to the vibrator's intensity. I exited the dining room without looking behind me, refusing to see any judging gazes, overwhelmed by my embarrassment. Once I was out in the hall and the doors shut behind me, I pulled the vibrator out of my pussy which almost refused to let it go, watching its pink plastic shaking within my palm, threatening to slip out from how drenched it was with my excitement. I couldn't turn it off, not without the remote, so it made the most sense to shove it back where it belonged to cool the collar which was quickly warming around my neck. But the collar continued to warm, so I had to make it back to my room to deal with my arousal. I was like a quiet alarm as I strutted throughout the mansion on my shaky legs, worried that anyone could hear me coming from around the corner.
Because exactly that happened.
"Is that your vibrator?!" Someone asked.
Stunned, I looked up to see Diana glaring at me with a disgusted, appalled face. She was staring at me like I was trash and I hated it. It was the look that others gave Miss Fortune, Janna, Morgana, Nidalee, any of the sluts of the mansion.
I was one of them to Diana now…
I scrunched my hands into fists and glared back at her. "Shut up."
She furrowed her brow and shook her head at me. "You're disgusting…"
Hearing someone speak about me like that… right to my face… made me livid. My eyes widened with anger. "Y-you're disgusting, you slut!"
But she only laughed at my outburst and shook her head once more, giving my body a once-over before shaking her head again, but this time with pity.
My humiliation increased even more, and before I could defend myself, or try to say something stupid, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around to see Sona approaching me with a mischievous grin. I turned back to Diana and saw that she had an amused look on her face. I groaned and darted past her, turning into a hall before running into Sejuani who had her arms crossed, disapproval on her face as she looked down at me.
"I hear that you've finally become a slut." Said Sejuani, her eyebrows nearly touching her nose.
I glared back up at her. "W-who told y-you that?!"
"You." She chuckled, her eyes falling to my skirt.
My face twisted with despair. I've been caught so many times already with such a loud vibrator buzzing within me… Everyone knows what I am now...
Sejuani cocked her head back. "Stop staring at me like that, you pig…"
My eyes widened and I shook my head, intensifying my glare. Being called that made feel even more humiliated than I already was. I frowned and walked away, entering the hall which leads to my room, seeing Morgana who was drawn to the sound of my vibrator like a moth to a flame. She came to stand in front of me, scanning my body lustfully before smirking.
"You've finally become one of us…" She said, arousal evident in her face.
I felt ashamed, knowing she was looking at me like I was some piece of meat; just another slut. I curled my hands into fists by my sides, scowling at Morgana while fidgeting in place, unable to compose myself because of how intense my vibrator was.
Morgana laughed as if she knew I was trying to keep myself from falling apart. "...And you've decided to come out in such a filthy way; walking around the place you work with such a loud, and I bet big, vibrator inside of you…"
She licked her lips and looked down at my thighs. I could practically feel her undressing my body already, the sexual tension between us nearly physical.
"You're dripping…" She commented.
I looked down to see how the top of my stockings were coated in a sheen of my excitement, and that a couple of droplets had landed on the floor, between my feet despite me only standing here for just a moment...
"And is a harness that you're trying to hide?" She asked, raising a single eyebrow. "Not even I have tried something so daring…"
I couldn't speak. She had practically ensnared me in place with just her lust. I bit my bottom lip and began ogling her, admiring how thick she was - infatuated with it. Her body was just like Irelia's, but without the muscles and was instead more supple and pale. I bet her thick thighs would collapse under the gentlest of touches. But when I imagined fucking this gothic slut in front of me, I realized she'd be the one in control. My body would be wrapped in chains as I was writhing on the floor, Morgana grinding her hips atop my face, holding a leash to the collar around my neck. The two of us wouldn't work together. Morgana is a dominatrix, and I am, too. I doubt she has ever submitted to anyone before.
When I get my powers back, Morgana, you purple-headed slut, I'll be the one tying you down, riding your face…
I was alarmed by footsteps behind me, turning to see Sona with my vibrator's remote in her hand. I turned back to Morgana and saw how she was looking over at Sona with an amused look on her face as if she knew exactly what was going on.
"When you're done with LeBlanc's pet, I'll make you mine." Said Morgana, returning her aroused eyes to mine.
I resisted the urge to nod my head as I watched her strut away, salivating at the sight of her swaying skirt, knowing the ass beneath it would feel great in my hands. But I was brought out of my lustrous thinking as I felt my collar burning my neck. I didn't realize how hot it was getting. Morgana was just… too enthralling.
I shook my head and remembered that Sona was right here in front of me, a woman with a body type similar to Morgana's. But unlike Morgana, Sona is such a submissive slut. She won't try to tie me up, because she loves it when I tie her up instead… I grabbed her wrist and pulled her into my room, locking the door behind myself before walking forward and ripping the remote to my vibrator out of her hands. I looked at it and saw how the button beside 'HIGH' was pushed in, amazed that there was still one setting higher. I bit my bottom lip and resisted the urge I had to hit 'EXTREME'...
"Y-you have no idea what y-you've done," I stated, glaring at Sona as I began to march towards her.
She flinched and began walking backwards away from me, but she was eventually stopped from the wall behind her. I came to stand in front of her, seeing the nervousness in her eyes as I lifted her chin with my index finger, brushing my thumb against her lips. I chuckled and stopped what I was doing, taking a step back before undoing my apron, letting it fall to the floor as I noticed Sona fidgeting anxiously in front of me.
"Stay r-right there," I ordered, amused by how her fear was being replaced by eagerness as she watched me kick aside my apron.
I explained to her how my collar worked as I pulled off my dress, and by the time she fully understood what trouble she caused for me, I stood wearing nothing but my bondage harness, stockings, shoes, and vibrator. Sona bit her bottom lip as she watched me pull my vibrator out, dropping it onto my dresser before I strutted back towards her, my collar already quickly warming up. I grabbed her hand and I put it against my collar, Sona's eyes widening as she could feel the heat growing against her fingertips by the second.
"You caused this," I said. "Now y-you must d-deal with it."
I dropped her hand and then got onto my bed, resting my head atop my pillow. She licked her lips, drool almost running out of the corner of her aroused smile as she pressed her thighs together.
"C-come," I ordered. "Cool my c-collar…"
Sona eagerly nodded her head and climbed onto the bed, falling between my legs before wasting no time to press her lips against my drenched womanhood. Her eyes looked up and came to lock with my own as she ate me out at a pace so normal that it didn't cool my collar, irritating me that I wouldn't get to enjoy the build-up of this wonderful session...
"M-more..." I muttered, biting my bottom lip.
She nodded her head gently and put more effort into the strokes her tongue made against my clitoris, causing my back to raise from my bedsheets for a second. And even though this felt decently good… it still wasn't enough. My collar continued to throb with heat, just like the rest of my body...
"T-this s-still isn't n-nearly enough..." I stated. "My c-collar is still burning…"
She furrowed her brow and captured my clitoris between her lips, sucking it passionately as two of her fingers thrust into my womanhood. A surprised moan fled my throat as my hands squeezed into the bedsheets beneath me, my toes sprawling apart as she began to quickly pump her digits into me. Almost immediately, my collar cooled down, a smile coming to my lips before they opened to let out another moan.
"Oh… T-that's it…" I muttered. "For n-now…"
I leaned my head back against my pillow, hearing the loud sounds of Sona's mouth and fingers working between my legs. I was in complete bliss, happy in this position, having Sona doing this to me. After a few moments, I looked back down at my blue-headed slave and chuckled, seeing how passionately she served me…
But she's not your slave...
"W-we have about an hour before our s-shift together begins…" I breathed. "I expect y-you not t-to stop a single second until t-then…"
Sona happily nodded her head.
To Be Continued...