Day 10…
I awoke to the sight of the ceiling in my room, looking at my window to see that it was morning, confirming that I had another full night of sleep. I pushed my blankets off my naked body and sat up, furrowing my brow as I couldn't help but feel more… aware of my anus. It felt numb but tender, and then I suddenly remembered all that I endured last night which made it this way. I fearfully looked into the mirror and was reminded that before these cuffs were put on, Lux, Vi, and Qiyana saw me make a fool of myself, watching me ride a dildo like some disgusting, anal-loving slut…
I lost my balance as I stumbled out of my bed, still unused to the added weight around my legs and arms that, amongst the bondage harness and collar around my neck, let everyone know I was someone's property... I marched to my closet and grabbed one of my uniforms and then a white towel, wrapping it around my body so that it would at least hide the thigh cuffs and my bondage harness. I looked in the mirror and saw how the cuffs around my arms, my wrists, and my ankles still easily stood out, folding my uniform's garments in my arms so that it would at the very least, hide my wrist restraints.
I took a deep breath of air and walked out of my room with my heart beating nervously, my timid steps taking me down the hall as I constantly worried that others would notice my cuffs.
There's no way they're not going to notice them, Syndra. Other than those metal and leather restraints, a towel is all that clothes your body...
I felt myself choking up as I saw Ashe ahead of me, my eyes averting from hers as I marched past her, trying my best to veil my arm cuffs behind my folded clothes.
All the towel would do is draw attention towards you, Syndra…
"S-Syndra?" Ashe stammered.
But perhaps you knew that already?
Her voice echoed in my head, leaving me stunned. I was so stupid to leave my room in just a towel. All it did was draw attention to my body, to the cuffs around my arms and legs. I would've been better off wearing my uniform. I would've blended in with all the other maids...
Ashe asked. "W-what are you wearing?"
I turned around and gulped nervously, furrowing my brow at the white-haired, pale-skinned maid whose eyes were on my legs. I opened my mouth, but I didn't know what to say...
"N-none of your business," I muttered, my voice frail and shaky, unable to shake the apprehension I felt as I could sense… something behind me.
…
My apprehension was justified quickly. I felt something tug onto my towel from behind, and within the second, I was… exposed.
I looked down and saw leather straps, a steel collar, eight different cuffs locked around arms and legs. I saw… my body. My exposed body. My body that anyone could see...
A pitiful shriek fled my throat as I pressed my folded garments to my chest to hide my firm, pink nipples, but doing so let Ashe, and whoever was behind me, see the rest of my pitiful form; see the excitement that was coating my inner-thighs...
"W-what t-the fuck?" I exclaimed, turning around with my heart beating nervously.
Katarina stood just in front of me, an amused look on her face, my towel draping from her hand as her eyes roamed my skin.
Even though it was just two pairs of eyes, it felt like a hundred were glued to my leather, steel wrapped body. I was devastated that my actions brought me here, knowing that there was so much I could have done to prevent this...
"...What are you wearing?" She asked.
Only things a whore would be caught wearing...
I clenched my teeth and closed my legs together as I glared at her. I went to reach for my towel, but behind Katarina, I saw Caitlyn walking forward, stopping before she noticed… me.
If I were to pinch myself right now, would I wake up?
Is this only a dream? A nightmare?
"Oh my god, S-Syndra?" She said in disbelief.
But the shame I felt from having all their eyes on me felt so real.
And that's because this was really happening.
And that I let it happen.
My eyes met with Caitlyn and I could feel the disapproval she had for me immediately. I turned away and saw Ashe behind me, trying her best to hide the arousal she was ashamed of as I frowned at her. I spun on my heel and tried to get my towel back from Katarina, but the judging redhead laughed and lifted it out of my reach the moment she saw my hand move.
Her laugh sent chills down my spine. Chills colder than the drafts that were greeting my exposed flesh...
My naked body.
That was covered in restraints.
That anyone could see.
...
I felt so ashamed of myself.
So ashamed that I let this happen.
...And even more so, that it was evident that I wanted it to…
"P-please!" I begged, the clothes in my hands falling to the floor as I stood on the tip of my toes, still trying to get my towel from Katarina.
She chuckled and cocked her head back, shocked by my pitiful begging before throwing my towel behind her shoulder. I pushed her out the way and fell to my knees as I grabbed it from the floor, looking up to see Caitlyn looking down at me, hands on her hips as she instilled the pity she had for me with her furrowed brow. I quickly turned away and rushed back to my clothes, refusing to see the three judging gazes surrounding me as I grabbed them before sprinting out of the hall.
I wish I never left my room in just a towel. I wish I used my brain and realized that this would happen. I wish I could go back in time and prevent that from happening… but that was impossible. Ashe, Caitlyn, and Katarina got a show out of me, amused and disgusted by what I was wearing. They'll remember this forever, like how I'll remember their gazes forever, their words forever...
And even though I was far gone, I could still hear Katarina's laugh echoing in the back of my head. But it wasn't just hers. I heard everyone's laugh. And they were all doing so while I tried to cover myself up in front of them, wearing exactly what I was now…
...The apprehension I felt soon became overwhelming...
LeBlanc, Sona, Irelia, Zyra, Kayle, Akali, Fiora, Karma, Sarah, Janna, Sivir, Morgana, Sejuani, Diana, Kayle, Lux, Vi, and Qiyana. The first three I've had sex with, the last three have watched me fuck a dildo and the rest of either caught me wearing a vibrator and/or watched me call Ahri my Mistress as she fondled me outside the library. That's almost all the maids, and that's just those I know who have caught me... Nidalee, and Riven, coincidentally the two other maids that have received a punishment as severe as I, are the only ones left who haven't caught me yet. But they probably already know. Ahri and Evelynn must've told them all the details about my punishment whenever they 'punish' them. And if Ahri or Evelynn hasn't told them yet, then another maid has. Rumours and news spread like wildfire in this cursed place...
...Will I turn out like those two? Will I end up loving what I thought was a punishment at the end of this? Just like Nidalee? Just like Riven?
…
I continued to the change room while trying my best to ignore the fact that Katarina and Caitlyn were probably telling everyone what they saw of me. Soon enough, I'll be judged by my coworkers for the things I've done, the things they've caught me doing, the things they've heard me do. They'll judge me as I walk past them, thinking about my past, and present actions. They'll see the vibrator tucked into my stockings. They'll see the awkward walk from the buttplug stuffing my ass. They'll… see the smile on my face...
They will, Syndra? Or they already have?
I rushed into the change room and was relieved to find it empty - relieved that no one was in there that could judge me. I dropped my clothes and towel lazily on some random bench, unable to shake the thought of Ashe, Caitlyn, and Katarina staring at me, joining everyone else who knows how big of a whore I am.
...Even though I was alone, it still felt like they were still staring at me.
...No.
It felt worse.
It felt like there were a hundred eyes on my sweaty, restrained, and naked body. It felt like everyone has seen me like how those three did; wearing leather straps, metal cuffs, a slave collar around my neck. It felt like everyone was in here with me, staring at me, judging me, watching my restrained body stand still, overwhelmed by humiliation in this very change room. My heart began to race and I worriedly darted my head around to confirm that I was alone…
I felt so ashamed, too, but the shame didn't come from being caught; the shame came from the warmth I felt around my neck, knowing that the... thought of being caught made it that way... I winced when I looked down and saw how firm my pink nipples were, how goosebumps surrounded them on the flesh of my breasts. My hands began to rise towards my chest, but I gasped and stopped them, placing them back beside my hips.
...Why am I so turned on?
...Was it from imagining everyone staring at me? Seeing how great I look in these tight, confining restraints?
…
...Was it from being caught…?
...Probably...
I entered the empty shower room and quickly turned the knob, hot water coating my skin as I wasted no time to lather myself with soap. My heart was beating nervously as I worried that someone could enter at any time and catch me wearing these restraints, trying my best to clean my filthy body as quickly as I could, but like in the hallway, I couldn't help but feel apprehensive that something bad was about to happen.
Then I heard the door open.
"What are you wearing, you disgusting pig?" Said Qiyana, furrowing her brow as she watched me cover my breasts. Doing so was pointless. If I were to squeeze them instead, it would be less humiliating than what she saw me do last night...
"A-Ahri forced me to wear this," I said, glaring back at her. I hoped that that was enough of an excuse to get me out of this embarrassing situation...
I couldn't help but admire her naked, chocolate-skinned body. My eyes trailed every steep curve that made her up, adding to the fire that was collecting beneath my neck and between my thighs. I wanted to dominate that perfect, slutty body of hers...
...No. My collar burned hotter than ever. I needed to dominate that body.
And Qiyana shook her head as if she knew what I was thinking. She cocked her head back as her emerald-painted eyelids briefly covered her bright, hazel eyes. "Stop staring, you slut!"
But I didn't stop staring. Instead, I marched towards her, smiling as Qiyana tensed up, but stood her ground. I put my hand around her neck and pushed her against the shower door. She squirmed within my choke, but not an ounce of fear was in her face. Instead, it was hesitation. And it took her a few moments before she pushed me away, the sudden movement causing me to fall onto my rear. Qiyana stared down at me with her brow furrowed, but I could see the slightest arousal in her face as she cleared her throat and put her hands on her lovely, round hips…
"I-I don't blame you for staring at me the way you do." She said. "I am perfect!"
Yes. You are...
She chuckled and then shook her head at me. "Don't you ever lay a hand on me like that again, pig."
But I will, and you're going to be the one who'll beg me to.
She grunted and then looked away at me like I was trash not even worth considering before strutting towards the door. "I refuse to share the shower with someone like you!"
I watched that big, round ass sway side to side, jiggle and bounce with each step she took before the door closed and blocked my view of perfection. And knowing she was walking away, and not against the wall moaning from my ministrations, left me seething with anger. But I had no care for violent revenge like I usually would desire, instead, I wanted to fuck that brat into submission…
My eyes widened as I was alarmed by the intense heat beneath my jaw, panicking as I stood up and left the shower. I struggled with drying myself because of all my restraints, the heat of my collar leaving me with no choice but to throw my uniform over my harness, my towel in hand as I strutted out of the change room with my excitement slowly running over the metal of the cuffs around my thighs.
I began to quickly strut back to my room before anyone could see me as I was, and before the tentacles would attack me. But of course, I ran into someone. Leona. She stared at me silently, and as our eyes met, I knew she was judging me for the cuffs she saw around my legs, for the collar that was tight around my neck...
What was she thinking? That I'm a slut…? That I enjoy wearing these things?
I tried to ignore the comments she was probably holding back as I continued marching past, anxiously grinding my teeth as I turned into another hall, escaping Leona's judging sight only to enter another's.
"What are you wearing, you slut?" Zyra asked, her arms crossed.
"S-shut up," I said with a scowl before marching past her quickly. I wonder how many times I will have to hear that until I get used to it?
I'm already getting used to it...
"Is that a harness?" She yelled, making me wince and look around to see if anyone else heard her. "How disgusting!"
"S-Shut up!" I repeated, spinning around to glare at her.
She cocked her head back but remained silent. And all I could do, in my powerless state, was sigh and walk away. It didn't matter, anyways. She, alongside everyone fucking else, knows what I am.
A slut.
A whore.
One who is eager to be fucked by… anything.
I made it to my room, closing the door behind myself before dropping my towel and my uniform on the ground, anxiously anticipating the imminent tentacle attack because my collar burned as hot as my passion to have Qiyana submit to me. A smile came to my lips as the tentacles spawned, my eyes falling shut as my hands pressed flat against my room's door. I spread my legs like I was being searched by a cop before I could feel the tentacles slowly crawling up and down my vulnerable body.
I whimpered as two wrapped around my breasts, squeezing into their soft flesh passionately which distracted me enough, that I didn't notice that two were already poised to enter my dripping wet pussy. I cried out as I felt them drive inside, shuddering against my door as they began to vehemently pump into me. I didn't care that my door was shaking from my quivering, its wood muffling my desperate moans. I didn't care that anyone passing down the halls would hear me in my room because they already know that I do these things.
Everyone knows.
I fell to the floor and landed atop my hands and knees, and as my body shook back and forth, my face pressed against my door, I begged the tentacles for what I really wanted...
"Please!" I muttered. "Fuck me in my ass!"
But they didn't.
"Please!" I begged again. "Please fuck my ass…!"
But the tentacles ignored my begging. They ignored my need to have them in my ass. I knew they wouldn't make me cum, but I was still desperate to try. I just wanted to experience it, to see how good it must feel…
30 minutes passed of me being violently fucked by the tentacles; the entire time my body far past its threshold to cum. And during that time, I continued to beg the tentacles to fuck my anus, hopelessly desperate for them to do something they couldn't. When they were finally done with me, I was left desperate… desperate for more pleasure…
The tentacles only turned me on further...
I got up on my frail legs and stumbled towards my dresser. On top of it, I saw my largest buttplug given to me by Ahri and bit my bottom lip, but as I reached out for it, I noticed a new black box beside it. I opened it up, surprised to find a large, black, silicon buttplug and beside it, a small, wireless remote with just one button on it inside... My eagerness overtook me as I barely thought about who left this here as I grabbed it and a bottle of lube before heading to my bed, standing across from my mirror with a keen smile on my lips.
I lifted one leg onto my bed and squirted some lube onto the tips of my fingers, reaching behind myself before applying it against my anus. Then, I squirted a wad of lube into my palm, stroking the toy eagerly before reaching behind myself with it in my hands, looking into the mirror to see how my flustered face was stained with arousal. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath, calming myself down to loosen up. My teeth captured my bottom lip as I pushed the head of this new buttplug against my anus, moaning and groaning quietly as I could feel inch by inch sliding inside of me. I was disappointed with the lack of chilling metal inside of me but accepted that it was a necessary trade-off for what I hoped to be the wonderful vibrations that this silicon plug must be capable of...
It sunk into place inside of me and I took a deep breath of air, standing up before feeling its flared base pressing against the flesh of my rear. My anus felt entirely stuffed, not a single bit of space unoccupied within. The sensation of being so full was a bit uncomfortable, but the pleasure and arousal and satisfaction that came from having my anus so filled with a buttplug was more than worth it. And I knew that all the discomfort I felt would disappear the moment my thumb would hit this remote's 'on' button.
So I wasted no time doing so.
My knees buckled together as they became weak, the remote falling onto the dresser as my body collapsed a bit before I caught myself on my dresser. Quiet moans began to flee my mouth as my stomach tightened up, my fingers squealing against my dresser's wooden surface as I pulled myself straight onto my shaky legs. The buttplug assaulted my asshole with a linear and intense vibration, buzzing loudly over my hushed moans as I looked into the mirror above my dresser to see how much pleasure was riddling my face.
This felt amazing… wonderful... It was almost as good as LeBlanc's cock…
I shut my eyes to focus on this terrific pleasure, leaning forward against my dresser as one of my hands slithered downwards to rub the drooling jewel between my wet thighs. And then I began to moan more loudly, without care that I could alert anyone passing by this hall, my drive for pleasure endless as I still hungered for more.
I opened my eyes and searched for my buttplug's remote, hitting the only button on it without a bit of hesitation. Right away, the buttplug's constant, linear vibration got even stronger, shaking the strength out of my legs as I collapsed against my dresser, tears forming in my eyes as I shut them again. I groaned as I enjoyed having my anus being ravaged by the almost-too powerful buttplug stuffing it, finding it near impossible to keep myself together, running out of breath and sane thoughts as the last one I had, was to turn this thing off. I struggled to pull myself back up onto my shaking, feeble legs, scrambling for the remote before turning this thing off.
A smile came to my lips as my collar began blazing my neck, and then I chuckled as I realized that this sensation now filled me with eager anticipation and no longer fear and apprehension. The steel around my neck cooled down and my grin widened as I felt the tentacles crawling against me, biting my bottom lip as I stared at myself in the mirror atop my dresser, waiting for the monster to have its way with my slutty body. I watched my face contort with pleasure as I felt two tentacles thrust into my pussy, more wrapping around my breasts before squeezing them and tweaking my nipples. And as all this happened, my hand crept across my dresser without my volition and wrapped tight around my buttplug's remote.
I hit the only button on its surface, and then my eyes fell shut.
I became overwhelmed by pleasure, nearly paralyzed by it as I clenched tight around the buttplug quaking within my anus, vividly feeling its linear tremors down in my toes. I shook my head and broke free of my stun, forgetting my remote on my dresser as I turned around and stumbled face down onto my bed. I bit my blanket as tears ran down my face, muffling my groans into my bedsheets as I lost control of myself, left unravelled by this buttplug's intense, never-ending, singular vibration.
This feels absolutely wonderful. I wish I could feel this good forever...
But it was only a few minutes - a few minutes before I was startled by a voice outside my door...
"S-Syndra?!"
My eyes widened and I began to panic, unable to recognize the voice over the sounds of my buttplug and the tentacles driving in and out of my sopping, wet pussy. I tried getting up to reach for the remote I stupidly left on my dresser, but the monster pulled me back down to my bed, pinning my back against the sheets as if they knew the exact situation I was in, wishing for me to suffer more embarrassment…
"W-what're you doing in there?" She asked, her tone surprised, intrigued, but calm at the same time.
I remained silent, stifling my grunts into my bedsheets, refusing to answer. But the effort was wasted. The intense pleasure working my body milked involuntary moans from my lips, making me stare at the door worriedly, knowing that the person behind it was thinking that I was going to town on myself. And they would be horrified to see what was happening instead and that I was enjoying it so much. And then my panic increased tenfold when I saw my doorknob turn, remembering that I didn't lock it during my haste to be fucked by this monster. But my panic disappeared when I saw LeBlanc walk in, widening her eyes at me before closing the door behind herself.
"...Heard you from down the hall…" She said. "Sounded like you were having… fun."
...My eyes widened from hearing confirmation that I was audible from so far away. I was being reckless. I'm glad that it was at least LeBlanc that's here because it could've been someone else standing in my room right now...
"It seems you got my gift." Said LeBlanc with a chuckle, walking forward as she shook her head.
She watched me for a few seconds with a pleased smile on her face before continuing to speak.
"Give me the remote."
"T-the dresser," I muttered, my voice strained.
She grabbed the remote and then turned my buttplug off, eliciting a sigh of relief from my lips before I asked her. "What do you want?"
It's become easy for me to speak coherently while the tentacles are having their way with me...
"I'm going to lift your curse tonight."
"What?" I asked. "H-How?"
"...Well, to be honest, because our experiments have been so fun… I haven't really been putting that much effort into lifting your curse." Admitted LeBlanc.
"What?!" I shouted, glaring at her, too tired to do anything physical about it.
"But! I have just recently figured how to lift it." She said with one finger raised in front of her. "...Because I fear that I will be the next to be cursed."
"...So, now that you're the one in trouble, y-you care..." I muttered.
"...You'd do the same."
I sighed and rolled my eyes. I would.
"Leave," I demanded, pointing at my door.
She laughed and turned around, tossing me my buttplug's remote. "I hope I'll see you tonight."
"...Where?"
"Sona will bring you when you're done your shift together." She said before walking towards my door.
I nodded my head and shooed her out of my room with a glare, eager to hit the button on this remote in my hands. Once the door to my room was finally shut, I didn't hesitate one bit to turn on my buttplug, moaning as it began to quake at its first, linear setting. I bit my bottom lip and closed my eyes, feeling the tentacles amongst the vibrations assault my body, chuckling as I felt the need for more. I pushed my thumb against the button beneath it and inhaled sharply as my buttplug's linear vibration got even stronger. My teeth began to chatter and I began to quiver against my sheets, but despite all this, I wanted more. I wanted to be incapacitated by pleasure.
So, with greedy, shaky fingers, I hit the button once more.
The buttplug buzzed weakly, and then immediately, that buzz was followed by another that was just slightly stronger, then another even stronger, and then another even stronger. The buttplug was working its way up a ladder of intensity. Each buzz would get stronger and stronger before eventually, the buzzes would turn into tremors, the last handful being so intense that I was left frozen, tensing up as I could feel them moving through the springs in my mattress. But then it would suddenly drop to its lowest setting, giving me a reprieve so short that within the second, I was already clenched tight around it as its most intense vibrations spread throughout my whole body, my teeth chattering together as I grew frustrated that eventually, this buttplug would die and that the technology didn't exist where it would remain on forever to satiate me…
I writhed in my bed as I clenched so tightly around two tentacles which drove in and out of my tight and so, so wet pussy, shuddering and moaning out loud as I was clenched even tighter around a buttplug pulsating maddingly inside my even-tighter anus. I rose my hands up to my breasts and joined the tentacles to fondle them, bucking my hips against harsh thrusts as my bed began to squeak. I was almost delirious from this incredible pleasure, overwhelmed by being so completely stuffed in two separate holes. It felt as if the tentacles were pushing against the buttplug each time they bottomed out within my pussy, but the tight clutch I had around my buttplug kept it from moving even the slightest.
It was as if my ass was as obsessed with this new buttplug as much as I was...
I was startled by hearing footsteps in the hall, turning my buttplug off so that whoever was out there couldn't hear it. But now, it was easier to hear the sounds of the tentacles pummeling away at my horny body, and I closed my eyes and prayed that they thought I was stirring pasta instead.
But I was no cook. I was the new slut of the mansion, and whoever was out there would be right to assume that I was pounding my own slutty, little pussy. And they'd say something in surprise, perhaps to judge me, or to offer and help. And then they'd be surprised again to find that I was still going despite their presence, too enthralled by my pleasure to answer them. And that idiot LeBlanc didn't lock my door before she left, so if the person outside my door became too curious… then they'd enter… and see what was truly happening...
"I-Is that coming from Syndra's room?" I heard Leona mutter.
My eyes widened and my heart began to race. I stared at my doorknob and hoped that she wouldn't enter.
"I caught her wearing a vibrator the other day…" Said Diana. Even now, she still sounded disgusted by what she saw of me...
"...I saw her this morning, wearing these... restraints..." Leona said.
"She's the new mansion slut," Diana replied. "I bet she can't even hear us talking over… what… she's doing…"
Diana then chuckled and a loud smack followed it before Leona whimpered submissively. Then silence followed before I could hear them strut down the hall, away from my door. They probably shoved themselves in the first closet they could find, and then Diana probably shoved her fingers beneath Leona's skirt, hand around her neck, pushing her against the wall…
...Who are they to judge me? They're sluts too, but perhaps not to the extent that I am…
I barely waited before turning my buttplug back on, hitting the button until it was back at that pulsating, ramp-up setting. But curious, slutty me wanted more. More pleasure. More intensity. I hit the button once more and to my disappointment, it turned off.
Or so I thought.
My breath was stolen away as one long and agonizing buzz shook me apart, followed by another that was even stronger, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I gasped once it stopped, my breast heaving as I tried to catch my breath. But then, the buttplug shook again, and then once more, eliciting a whelp from my tired throat as my toes curled up and my stomach tightened.
I lost track of time as I hit the button over and over again on this remote, unable to find a setting that I loved the most as the tentacles ravaged my body. I was left nearly drained of all my energy, panting as the monster had finally grown tired of me, leaving me tightly clenched around a big buttplug which now buzzed rapidly without any signs of getting weaker. I watched my ceiling spin as I continued to writhe in place, biting my bottom lip as I… thoroughly enjoyed having something so… wondrous rumbling inside my slutty ass.
But what if this could make you cum, Syndra?
...Nothing would be better…
...Nothing but… LeBlanc's lovely cock...
But all those thoughts were erased when my door opened and in came Katarina with a wide grin on her lips and in her hand…
A camera.
Author's Note: Sorry for the huge wait for this chapter, my job has been going crazy since this quarantine thing started and I haven't had the time to write anything. If you're ever wondering why there isn't anything coming out, or what I'm working on, check my twitter out, xdisturbedff.