Day 10, Part Two…
A camera which was pointed right at me.
Capturing everything.
The tentacles… fucking my vulnerable body.
Me... unable to silence my pleasure-filled moans.
My body… writhing from the wondrous sensations it was assaulted with.
...
...And my faint smile.
A smile which grew from the… exhilaration I felt from being caught once again...
Katarina cocked her head back with wide eyes, nearly dropping the camera as she was shocked by what she saw happening to me. She opened her mouth to say something, but instead, she shook her head, belittling me with this... disapproving glare. And then, she pointed that camera back at my shaking body with a grin on her lips, ensuring she was capturing everything…
And knowing how good I must look in that video, lit me ablaze with burning arousal...
I dropped my buttplug's remote on the ground and tried to move my hands to grab my blankets and cover myself up. But my hands suddenly stopped, as if some outer force had taken control of them. And that force put my hands by my sides and left me remaining exposed, letting Katarina record the involuntary whelps that squeaked out from my tightly pursed lips, the clenching of my stomach and thighs, the curling of my fingers and toes, and the buck of my hips as I couldn't stop from pushing myself against the lovely thrusts this monster was forcing upon me…
"W-what're you d-doing?!" I stammered nervously. It felt like I was putting up an act. Like I was pretending to be shocked. Like I was pretending to be against this...
Katarina chuckled somewhat uneasily, turning around to close my door before she slowly marched towards me. "...I need to show everyone what you do when you're all alone…"
I gasped, but not because of what she was going to do with the video, but how much I was turned on by imaging others watching it... I shook my head and took a deep breath, biting my bottom lip for a moment before choosing my words carefully...
"N-no!" I yelled, holding back a groan as I glared back at her. "S-stop!"
But it felt so hard to put on such an act when my arousal was so deafening...
"Tentacles…" She muttered. "I can't believe that's what you're into…"
"I-I'm not!" I said.
And then I had nothing else to say as Katarina scanned my body with that camera. I bit my bottom lip and tensed up, groaning from the sudden spike of arousal that surged through me when I could see that the camera was pointed at the new lovely buttplug that I had ensnared within me...
"Hm…" Katarina breathed. "...I'm almost not surprised."
"S-stop recording..." I stammered unconvincingly. "Please!"
I hope she doesn't listen to my pitiful 'begging'...
"No." She replied. "I'm tired of you. The way you act. Everyone needs to see you for what you truly are."
"N-"
"A whore." She continued, cutting off my pitiful plea. "And one who's wearing such disgusting restraints, too..."
Yes...
T-that's exactly what I am…
...A whore…
...
...Oh...
...I'm so... aroused right now...
"...P-please d-don't show anyone this!" I begged, pulling meaningless words out of thin air in some pointless attempt to make myself seem… decent. "...I-I'll do a-anything!"
And I mean it.
I'll do anything…
...And I'll let you do anything to me, too, if that's what you want...
She rose a brow and a sinister smirk came to her red lips, her mind wandering a few moments. "Anything?"
I quickly nodded my head. "A-anything!"
Because I'm a dirty, little, submissive whore...
Katarina walked even closer, just a foot away from my curled-up toes, and continued to record me. I tried my best to keep my composure, but I couldn't stop myself from moaning, from quivering, from expressing my pleasure. And I couldn't hide the cuffs around my ankles and thighs, my wrists and arms. I couldn't hide the leather straps wrapping around my body, my breasts, and my ass. I couldn't hide the collar tight around my neck. And I couldn't hide the tentacles which were fucking me, panic settling within me as I realized that if others were to see this video, they would find out about the monster too. And I didn't want them to.
"Katarina, stop!" I begged. "Please!"
But my hands remained idle by my side, as truly, I loved being recorded like this...
She laughed, her head scanning my room, her eyes widening at the litter of sex toys I had scattered atop my dresser. The camera in her hands quickly turned to capture the always-growing collection of vibrators, buttplugs, and dildos I had easy access to within my room.
"K-Katarina!" I cried out.
And I kept myself from asking her to use some of them on me, all while that camera was still rolling...
"Fine." She muttered, quickly slamming the fold-out screen of the camera shut before turning it off. "I hate when sluts like you can't stay quiet."
She glared at me, and I noticed the redness in her cheeks. What she saw happening to me, was turning her on...
"K-Katarina…" I muttered hopelessly. "P-please don't show anyone that video…"
Katarina laughed and shook her head, turning on her heels before strutting towards my door, her long, red hair swaying behind her. "Come to my room, whenever you're… done." She said, opening my door. "The sooner the better. I might get impatient."
"O-okay!" I muttered. "B-but please don't show anyone!"
For some reason, I really didn't want others to find out about the tentacles. It was the one thing I was still truly ashamed of...
She scoffed and gave my writhing body one final glance before shaking her head and closing the door on her way out. And then I was left all alone, with my toys, my restraint, and the tentacles... My arousal had skyrocketed and it was all from being recorded, from being belittled and insulted. And it continued to grow as I imagined Katarina watching that video, touching herself. And then others watching that video, doing the same thing...
Once the attack was over, I turned off my buttplug and put my uniform on, feeling its fabric cling to my sticky, sweaty skin. I grabbed my pink, wired egg vibrator, but realized I no longer wore any stockings to tuck its remote into. I would have to hold it in my hand or leave the remote in my apron, but then everyone would see its bright, pink wire hanging in front of my white apron, going between my legs…
And what would be wrong with that?
I could use the buttplug instead, but it would be too loud and too powerful to effectively cool my collar down without any complications, But I had no time to figure something out. I had to leave now before Katarina would show anyone that video and find out about the tentacle monster that practically controls me...
And maybe, if I ask nice enough, Katarina will let me fuck her.
...Or maybe, she'll fuck me…
...And I couldn't tell which I would like more...
I left my room quickly and made way for Katarina's, but I was obstructed by one of my playthings on my way there… Irelia strutted towards me with her bottom lip bit, her cheeks flushed red, her thick thighs pressed together as extreme arousal was written all over her. She pressed herself against my body and grabbed my hand, fidgeting before locking her frail eyes with me.
"P-please, Mistress…" She muttered, her cadence hot and heavy. "I need you…"
She pulled my hand beneath her skirt, my eyes widening when I felt a string of excitement hanging from her dripping pussy, clinging to the flesh of her inner thighs. I moved my fingers and grazed her southern lips which leaked onto my knuckles, coating my digits with her arousal. I opened my mouth to say something, but Irelia began to grind her hips against my idle digits, pouting with her bottom lip still bit, staring submissively into my annoyed eyes.
"I-I don't have time for this…" I muttered.
She frowned. "Please… fuck me…"
"I-it's only been a few days…" I said. "And this is what happens to you without me?"
A few days, Syndra? You're mocking Irelia for becoming so aroused after a few days? You're just like this after a few hours…
...No. A few minutes, if you're thinking about anal.
And when Katarina entered the room, it only took a few seconds...
She nodded her head eagerly, her hips still gliding against the top of my still fingers. I scrunched my mouth up, feeling excitement drip down my thighs as much as it did Irelias'. I wrapped my hand tight around her neck and pinned her against the wall, a weak moan escaping her lips as she began to squirm against it. My other hand, which was still beneath her skirt, poised against the entrance of her womanhood, its thumb pressing against her clitoris before its fingers quickly drove inside. Irelia arched her back against the wall, biting her bottom lip as her eyes darted around the hall in fear of someone coming.
"N-not here!" Irelia protested. "Someone will see us!"
A smirk came to my lips. I didn't even bother with looking left or right to confirm we were alone, because I kept my eyes locked onto Irelia's squirming face, watching it twist with pleasure and anxiety as I began to roughly pound her pussy with my fingers.
"I don't have any time to waste. If you want to be fucked so badly, then right here will do."
She opened her mouth to protest even further, but her eyes fell shut as she captured her bottom lip between her teeth again, suppressing what I would imagine being a pitiful moan. And then, like before, she began to grind her hips back and forth against my thrusting fingers, squirming even more against the wall as my hand's grip around her neck tightened further. Her pussy leaked loud, wet sounds that echoed down the hall, and I couldn't help but shake the feeling that it was going to get us caught. I searched around us to see if anyone was coming, or watching already, feeling my collar getting warmer as I glared back at Irelia, wishing she would just cum already… I released her neck from the snare of my hand, dropping it down towards her hips, but as I did so, Irelia grabbed it and placed it back around her own neck.
"T-Tighter…" She muttered.
I laughed and shook my head. "Cum for me."
She obediently stared back into my eyes, nodding her head before biting her bottom lip again as my fingers coiled more firmly around her neck. Her eyes darted side to side and then she returned her gaze, lifting her hands up to her chest before greedily fondling her breasts through her uniform. I chuckled at her patheticness, knowing that the pace my fingers were pumping at, was perfect for this thick-bodied, submissive slut. But her own pace was not enough for her. She looked around once more and then pulled the bust of her uniform down, revealing her large breasts which had pink nipples erect as my own. She took a deep breath as her fingers captured her pink peaks, shuddering as her hips began to buck more passionately against my digits.
…
But suddenly, footsteps.
And hearing them brought my bottom lip between my teeth, the corners of my mouth twisting into a weak smirk as I kept going. Irelia's eyes widened with fear. She shook her head and silently begged me to stop, but I chuckled and continued. And Irelia was having none of that. She pushed me away, reminding me that I didn't have true control over her; that she was so much stronger than I was.
But if I had my powers, then she'd truly be my pet…
Anyone would be my pet...
She turned away and quickly yanked her uniform back over her breasts, pressing her thighs together to hide the rivulets of excitement that left her stockings drenched. Her nervousness and fear angered me as I could tell she was deathly afraid to find out whose footsteps those belonged to, the both of us awaiting their… reaction.
"Did you girls hear that?"
It was Evelynn, her inflection overwhelmingly sarcastic...
"N-no.." Irelia stammered, clearing her throat.
I looked over to my right and saw Evelynn, my boss, the mistress of this mansion…
"Really?" She asked, a discerning smirk on her purple lips. "It was coming from right here… where you two happen to be…"
"W-what did?" Irelia stuttered.
Evelynn's eyes moved from my body to Irelia's, and then to the floor between her feet before she stopped beside me. My eyes, too, were drawn to where my boss was looking, and when I saw the puddle of excitement collecting between Irelia's feet, I knew we were caught.
And that turned me on...
"The sound of some slut being fingered…" Said Evelynn, chuckling before strutting closer to Irelia. "That's what I heard…"
Irelia squirmed anxiously as she felt Evelynn's fingers come against her inner thighs, mumbling quietly as she dripped excitement onto our boss' fingers...
"Why did you make Syndra stop?" Asked Evelynn, pulling her hand out. "You two weren't doing anything to upset me..."
She lifted that hand up to her face, pressing the tips of her fingers between her lips before taking one by one inside, sucking the juices which coated them clean off…
"Delicious~." Evelynn moaned, shaking her head before turning to me. She chuckled at my lack of reaction and then turned around before sashaying away.
"I can't imagine what people will say when I tell them what I caught the oh-so innocent Irelia doing with Syndra..." Evelynn said.
"N-no!" Irelia cried out nervously. "P-please don't tell anyone!"
Evelynn spun on her heel and looked at us, seeing how desperate and embarrassed Irelia looked, the athletic, tough woman shaking from being so afraid of her secret getting out. I wasn't fazed at all. There were already enough rumours about me. What was one more?
"Clean up that mess, Irelia." Said Evelynn, chuckling before turning back around, sashaying away. "Now."
"Y-yes, Evelynn!" Irelia responded curtly.
And then Irelia turned to look at me, her brows furrowed from humiliation."You got me caught!"
And without hesitation, I asked, with my bottom lip bit, "But wasn't it… exhilarating?"
My eyes widened and I shook my head. My autonomous response shocked me. I didn't expect to say something so disgusting… And Irelia didn't expect me to say something like that either. She cocked her head back and shook her head, too. "I don't want anyone to know… about… me…"
"I'll make you cum before anyone else catches us again, then."
"A-are you serious?!"
God. Grow some balls, will you?
"Fine." I scoffed. "I have somewhere else to be anyways. Come and see me when you're willing to be my true plaything."
That's right, Syndra. That was just Evelynn catching you. Katarina caught you with the monster, in your room, having so much fun. Imagine what would happen if she showed anyone that video…
…
I wasn't as worried as I should've been...
I left Irelia alone in that hall to clean up the mess she made, marching away with the heat of my collar increasing. By the time I was outside Katarina's room, it was throbbing. I looked around to confirm that no one was nearby before pulling out the wired egg vibrator I smartly brought with me and then stuffed it into my dripping wet pussy before turning its dial to the first notch. But I was greeted with nearly unnoticeable pleasure, so without hesitation, I turned the dial twice more before my collar cooled down. And now, the vibrator was loud enough that if someone was standing within a few feet away from me, they would hear it. But I didn't care. And I didn't care to hide the remote behind myself, or in my apron, holding it tight in my hand as I raised my other to knock on Katarina's door.
But before I could, it opened on its own. And then Katarina stood a foot across from me, her brow furrowed as she looked down to see the pink wiring running from my hand and in between my legs...
"I heard that from within my room." She said, shaking her head and groaning quietly in disgust.
"It's complicated," I muttered, unable to differentiate the humiliation from arousal I felt from being caught once more…
Perhaps, because the humiliation was arousing me…?
She laughed. And the laugh sent chills down my spine because I knew how little she thought of me, that she was humoured at my depravity…
...And that was turning me on...
"Show me what's so complicated," Katarina said. "Lift your skirt, slut."
Yes… Of course...
I obeyed her command without hesitation like the obedient slut I was. And I became just as mad as I was aroused when I realized just who I was obeying. Katarina lowered her eyes and shook her head. She saw where the wire led, and how my pussy dripped with anticipation, confirming even further what she thought of me...
"Are you still wearing that… buttplug?" Katarina asked.
I nodded my head ashamedly. Katarina was one of the last people I would like to admit these things to… but for some reason… doing so was driving me wild…
"Disgusting…" She scoffed. "You're worse than Sarah."
"N-no I'm not!" I claimed.
But I knew that was a lie. And so did Katarina. She laughed at me and shook her head. The weak words that just spilled out from my lips were as effective as putting a fire out with gas; like using a vibrator to quell one's arousal…
"Follow me, but not too closely." The redhead stated, pushing me out of the way before stepping forward. "I don't want to be associated with someone like you."
I growled angrily instead of lashing her with insults, perhaps because instead, I became enthralled by the view I had as I followed behind her as she requested. A large, yet fit and tight ass must be beneath that skirt of hers and strapped down behind the bust of her dress, were large breasts which were surely bouncing with each firm stride she took…
Even though I hated her, I still wanted to fuck her.
This thinking made me turn the dial of my vibrator up one more notch. Katarina heard the jolt in intensity, stopping and turning around with one eyebrow raised.
"Are you serious?" She asked.
I didn't say anything back. I just fidgeted in place as I could feel her judging me.
"Turn that thing off."
I opened my mouth but bit my bottom lip instead. Seeing her glare at me like that… was hot. She rolled her eyes at my silence and turned around with an annoyed sigh.
"Follow further away… you pig." She ordered, marching away before turning into another hall.
And as I trailed behind her, turning into the other hall, I spotted Akali, heading our way. I scrunched my mouth up and hid my vibrator's remote behind my back, turning it off before she got close enough to hear it.
But once she was a few lengths behind me, I turned it back on…
And then I moaned. Quietly. As if I had some shame to spare...
"Interesting…" Said Katarina, looking at me over her shoulder.
I didn't have anything to say as she laughed at my pitiful expression. She perhaps thought my effort was wasted, as Akali already knew about me, like everyone else in this mansion. Or that I was acting stupid by trying to hide what I truly was. What everyone knows I am… Every time we passed someone, I couldn't shake the feeling that they could see right through me; both literally, and mentally. I could feel their eyes on my bare skin. I felt like I was walking naked around this mansion...
So when I saw Nidalee sweeping up the floor ahead of us, I decided to not turn my vibrator off. I kept my eyes on her tanned curves and felt my lungs come to a stop as she looked up at me. It was all over her face; the recognition that the buzzing was coming from beneath my skirt. Her eyes fell down to my hips and then she looked back up at me, cocking her head confusedly while remaining silent, watching me strut past her. I had to force my gaze away from hers, unable to shake the humiliation I felt from having a woman I thought so little of me staring at me like that. Nidalee was nothing. I shouldn't care about her opinion. She's just some mindless slut.
...Like me…
...Because I was getting even more aroused...
I took a deep breath and bit my bottom lip, unable to ignore the fact that humiliation was lighting my loins ablaze. I've been caught wearing a vibrator by Diana, Fiora, Qiyana, and I felt so disgraced and disgusted with myself when it happened.
But now?
Those things were… turning me on.
"Why didn't you turn… it off when passing Nidalee?" Asked Katarina, her voice sounding disgusted. "Did you want to be caught?"
Yes...
"No…" I muttered.
But that was a lie. And Katarina laughed when she watched me turn my vibrator up another notch to quell the new warmth filling the steel around my which spawned from Nidalee staring at me as she listened to the vibrator that buzzed within my dripping, wet pussy...
"...You're worse than Morgana..."
"I'm not!"
And Katarina laughed again because that was yet another lie.
"Then why did you turn your toy up when Nidalee noticed it?" She asked.
"...It's complicated."
It really is.
"Complicated?" She said. "Getting caught turns you on. What's so complicated about that?"
I didn't know what to say. It was true.
"But you still wear all those restraints despite being so 'ashamed'." Said Katarina. "Stop trying to put on this pointless act. You're a slut just like everyone else in this mansion…"
"...You too…" I muttered back weakly. I didn't know what to say. My response was like a child's brainless retort…
"I'm nothing like you, though." Katarina laughed. "Have you ever caught me wearing cuffs and collars outside my room? Or a fucking bondage harness?! Let alone a vibrator…"
"No…"
"Because I at least try to hide it." She said, looking at me over her shoulder as I continued to follow her. 'Because I have standards. Shame and moral. Dignity. Nothing which you seem to know of."
"I…"
"Go in." She said, cutting me off, like my opinion, or voice didn't matter.
We stood at the entrance to the rec room, and I couldn't imagine why she brought me here. I suspiciously glared at Katarina but felt like I had no choice but to proceed inside.
And that was a mistake.
Because once I stood in front of Katarina, she grabbed my hands and yanked them behind my back, and then chained together the steel cuffs that wrapped my wrists.
"W-what're you doing?!" I yelled, trying my best to resist as I was pushed down to my knees.
And then, my feet were pulled together and then yet another chain linked the cuffs around my ankles, leaving me completely chained and bound…
"U-undo me!" I demanded, glaring up at Katarina.
"No." She said, hands on her hips, wide, arrogant smirk on her lips. "More people need to see you for who you truly are."
Hearing that should've made me panic, but what it did instead was lit me ablaze. All sweat on my body was like gasoline, and the thought of being caught was enough to light it afire. I tried to hold myself together as I watched Katarina strut towards the stereo system, turning it on before cranking the knob, loud music soon booming through its speakers. And then my eyes widened as I realized that the music will draw those closeby in here so that they could see my helpless form...
And then they'll see how turned on I am...
"T-turn that off!" I cried out. "Katarina!"
"No. Have fun here while I go showing everyone that video," Katarina said, giving me a once over before strutting out of the room.
And for some reason, I began to panic. I didn't want to be caught anymore. I didn't want someone to come in here and see me like this; so weak and frail, free to be used… My heartbeat quickly became deafening as I struggled to get onto my knees, trying my best to get up. But I wasn't able to. Not with my hands cuffed behind my back and my ankles chained so closely together. I crawled to the nearest wall and turned around, resting my back against it, trying my best to hoist myself up as I tried getting onto my feet. And it was working. Bit by bit, I was slowly crawling my way up the wall, eventually coming to stand flat on my feet, catching my breath before being startled by the music being turned off.
"Syndra?"
Everything froze once I saw who was staring at me, licking her purple lips, her pale face twisted into a lustful gaze. Morgana. And then I realized that all my panic was fake; as if I were trying to convince myself that I hadn't completely lost my mind, because when I laid my eyes upon that goth slut, my loins dripped with desire. I opened my mouth to say something, to continue my act, but I was silenced as she strut forward and placed an index finger against my parted lips.
"I'm so happy to see you here like this…" She said, watching as I furrowed my brow at her, lowering her hand which had its finger silencing me before wrapping it around my neck…
And I didn't protest. Not one bit.
"W-what're you talking about?" I asked.
"You['re all chained up, waiting for someone to come and 'use' you…" Said Morgana. "You're the new recreation."
And without hesitation, I nodded my head. I was the recreation. Her recreation. Evelynn's and Ahri's and LeBlanc's recreation.
The mansion's recreation…
She laughed and pressed her thumb against my lips, and for some reason, my mouth opened to wrap its lips around it. Her eyes widened as she was taken aback by my… submissiveness, shaking her head at me before lowering that thumb to join her other fingers around my neck.
"...Is that a vibrator I hear?" Morgana asked, moving her hand and slipping it beneath my skirt, grabbing the wire to my egg vibrator. "So naughty…"
She pulled the wire and then dropped the vibrator into my apron, and as her hand was inside, her hand brushed against my buttplug's remote.
"What's this?" Morgana asked, hitting the only button, her eyes widening as the toy stuffing my anus began to buzz loudly. "You slut! I always had a feeling that you had this in you."
I couldn't tell whether she was talking about the buttplug or my… demeanour.
That hand of hers left my apron and snaked it's way back between my thighs so that two of its fingers could press against the crest of my womanhood. And as if it were natural, I bit my bottom lip as my hips slid back and forth against her idle fingers, moaning quietly as my eyes fell shut for a moment. I didn't care how degrading this was, how depraved I was acting as I felt Morgana's fingers tighten around my neck. All I cared about was the pleasure and intensity I was experiencing right now...
"Look how horny you are…" Said Morgana, chuckling at my pitiful form.
"Please…" I muttered, opening my half-lidded, lustful eyes.
Morgana smiled, one of her eyebrows lifting up expectantly.
"Please put them inside…"
And then she giggled and moved her fingers lower, positioning them against the entrance of my leaking cavern. I held my breath and waited eagerly for her to thrust her lovely digits into me, but she did nothing but keep her other hand tight around my neck, staring at me like I was her prize, her toy to play with. I furrowed my brow and pushed my hips forward, silently begging her to give me what I needed. Her purple lips parted to let out an amused chuckle before she suddenly thrust her fingers into me, eliciting a shrill moan from my throat as I shuddered against the wall. Morgana slid those digits as deep as they could go, and then she began to pump away at me viciously, her pace ferocious and violent, but nothing short of amazing…
"I've been telling Evelynn that this mansion needed something like this for a while now..." She chuckled, "I'm glad that you agree with me…"
I clenched my hands behind my back and shut my eyes. Seeing that amused, arrogant, aroused gaze of her was driving me insane. Insane with lust that was still tinted by a tiny bit of shame. I couldn't believe I was in such a position, and that being used like this, was turning me on so much. I had completely transformed. The Syndra of 10 days ago would retch at the thought of this…
But now?
She wouldn't hesitate to be put in this position...
"I never expected you to be such a submissive slut like this…" Said Morgana. "I've always imagined you to be more… dominating. To have more...standards."
I parted my lips to say something, but I had nothing to express but my pleasure with a moan. Morgana chuckled, and I opened my eyes to see the amused grin on her purple lips. My neck was freed from her grasp as that hand lowered behind me, brushing against my bound wrists before delivering a harsh smack to my rear.
"Oh…" I moaned, wincing as I couldn't help but get more… turned on by that…
"I love girls like you who lie." Said Morgana. "Girls who are in denial. They're more fun to abuse…"
She struck my ass again, but this time so much harder… And what came out my mouth, was a pitiful cry of pain. A cry filled with pleasure, my body becoming hotter as my arousal did nothing but increase. I couldn't hide the fact that I was enjoying this, that I was enjoying being her fucktoy…
Perhaps I really should become this mansion's new recreation?
For anyone to use whenever they want.
…
Her hand came back around my neck and she pushed me further into the wall, my hands crushed behind my rear. Despite all the pain and humiliation, the pleasure was far worth it. I continued to moan and push my hips against her thrusts. I loved being treated like this. Like trash. Nothing but some object subject to the mercy of whoever is using it...
Everyone can have their turn. They could line up and fuck me until my brain was mush. Until my limbs no longer had the strength to keep me standing. And then, they could tie me up and force me on my knees so that they could have their way with me until my voice was hoarse from moaning…
…
"M-Morgana?!"
A new voice. One that wasn't mine, nor Morgana's...
I turned to my right and saw Kayle staring at us, eyes widened, her cheeks red. "S-Syndra?!"
I hoped that all my senses would come flooding back to me, that I would be disgusted and humiliated and ashamed of myself. But it didn't. Kayle's intense glare opened up a floodgate between my thighs, further confirming that this was truly happening to me; that I was really being used by Morgana in the rec room like this, and that someone else had caught me in my once-shameful antics. I didn't even stand a chance of telling Morgana that someone was coming, as the buzz of my vibrator, and my envelopment in such amazing pleasure had me far too distracted to care about being caught again.
And perhaps, I was being willfully ignorant so something like this would happen…
"W-what're you two doing?!" Kayle angrily asked.
"I'm making use of the new equipment." Said Morgana. "Watch, sister."
The pale-skinned goth began fingering me more quickly, the sound of her fingers pumping in and out of my pussy echoing in the room loudly, letting Kayle know that my pussy was as wet as a lake.
"Look, dear sister. Look how embarrassed Syndra is."
Not embarrassed as I should be.
"S-stop Morgana!" Demanded Kayle. "Th-"
"This is not against the rules." Said Morgana. "Eve encourages this."
Kayle stammered. She was going to say something, but what Morgana said was true. So instead, Kayle turned to glare at me and shook her head.
"Do you have no shame, Syndra?"
"No," Morgana said, saying what I was thinking in my head. "Look how she continues to grind her hips against my lovely fingers, sister. It reminds me of -"
"S-stop!" Kayle yelled quickly, her eyes wide.
"Fine." The goth chuckled.
And she actually did stop… I groaned when Morgana pulled her digits out from my pussy, dripping onto my thighs with the ache to be filled again as her sister glared at me, recognizing the disappointment in my voice...
'You look so desperate, Syndra…" Said Morgana.
She licked her lips and stared me down with a proud smirk. As if she thought my state was because of her ministrations, not realizing I was always like this... "Disgusting, Syndra. You should be ashamed of yourself."
I should… but why aren't I?
Morgana took her fingers into her mouth, sucking my excitement as she strutted away, towards her sister.
"I like the new you, Syndra." Said Morgana, a finger popping out of her mouth. "I hope I get to use you again…"
"I…"
I had to stop myself from admitting that I too hoped to be... used again by Morgana, watching as the goth slut grabbed her sister's hand and guided her out of the room. I hoped that she was only taking Kayle elsewhere, so that she could come back and utilize my eager body even more, but what she said to me sounded like a farewell.
'I hope to get to use you again…'
...I really hope she does…
"If Syndra can become like that, then so can you, dear sister…" I heard Morgana's voice from down the hall.
"No," Kayle responded. "I'll never turn into something so… disgusting."
I shook my head, barely affected by Kayle's thoughts of me as I tried reaching into my apron to turn my buttplug off. But my arms were stopped by the short chain binding my wrist cuffs together behind my back, causing my heartbeat to go rampant with panic as I realized that I somehow must turn my buttplug off without using my hands. I strut further into the rec room with my chest heaving, panting as I could feel my wet thighs rubbing together. I was so god damn wet still, and it was only going to get worse with this buttplug going wild inside of me. I looked down and saw a small trail of droplets following me, a puddle all the way back near the wall where Morgana was 'using' me. I ignored it and continued walking upon my shaking legs, finding myself beside a brown, leather couch in front of a TV that was hooked up to a few gaming consoles.
I pressed myself against the arm of the couch and tried my best to hit the button on my buttplug's remote through my apron, struggling to the point where I had to lift my left leg up to try and get a better angle. But the length of the chain linking my ankle cuffs together left me little room to separate my legs, and so, I ended up climbing up onto the arm of the couch, straddling it. I slid myself forward and pushed myself against the backrest of the couch in another attempt to hit my remote's button, but the effort of doing so… resulted in pleasure.
And a whore like me can't resist pleasure.
So I began sliding myself back and forth atop this armrest, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip as I quickly forgot the reason why I was even on the couch like this. My chest began to heave gently as quiet moans and light pants left my throat, looking down to see that the brown leather I was grinding on was being wetted by my excitement - like it was being coated in oil. Seeing how my arousal dripped out of me turned me on even further. I watched with half-lidded eyes, my thighs shaking as I slid back and forth, my breasts bouncing from greedy movements. But after a few more seconds of blissful pleasure, I couldn't help but feel that someone was staring at me as intensely as I was grinding against this armrest…
So when I looked up, I saw red hair, a wide grin, and a camera pointing at me again. I had to use all my willpower to bring my hips to a stop, taking a deep breath of air as I could see my sweaty reflection in the lens of her camera.
"K-Katarina!" I muttered. "S-stop…"
Stop… I couldn't even do that. I couldn't even obey my own commands as I watched how Katarina was staring at me, how her hands held a camera that captured me sinking my teeth into my bottom lip as my hips began to grind back and forth again. I tried to bring them to a halt, but every ounce of effort I spent doing so was pointless. Just slowing down left my hips twitching with a hot passion to continue moving again, and I had no control over them as they did just that.
"Putrid..." Said Katarina, chuckling as she strutted forward, capturing the excitement I was dripping onto the couch's brown leather. "The almighty Syndra…. She doesn't even care that I'm recording…"
"I-I do!" I blurted out, staring right at that camera as I continued to hump the armrest.
I wasn't lying. I did care that she was recording me. Because her doing so was the reason why I was acting this way, unable to stop myself from grinding my hips more and more…
"Syndra…" The redhead groaned. "Please stop… You're gross."
But I couldn't. Hearing her judge me, knowing she was getting this all on video, that everyone else was going to know what I was doing in the rec room, brought heat to my loins. And I was trying to foolishly put it out against wet, slick leather, ignoring the camerawoman who strutted behind me.
"P-please stop…" I muttered without effort, putting in the bare minimum of effort to act like I wasn't enjoying this...
She laughed as she circled around me. If I truly did want her to stop, then I should've brought my hips to a halt. But that didn't happen… because being recorded was turning me on. I only stopped when I felt her hand on my skirt, lifting it up so that my buttplug would be revealed in her recording, and later, the audience that would be viewing said recording. It was like all my dignity had rushed back to me once I realized everyone would see what I had shoved inside my ass, and not the fact that I was humping the armrest of the rec room's couch. I tried to tug my body so that my skirt would fall out of Katarina's hand, but my futile attempt at doing so only resulted in me collapsing to my left.
"S-stop, Katarina!" I begged as I landed atop the couch's cushions, the buttplug leaving my body a quivering mess. "I'll d-do anything!"
Syndra… I don't think any dignity had rushed back to you at all…
I think you just wanted to put yourself in an even more vulnerable position, to be at the complete mercy of the camerawoman behind you...
"O-Okay…" Said Katarina.
And it worked.
I felt her tugging the chain which linked my wrists together, forcing me to sit up.
"On your knees," Katarina ordered, the camera still pointed at me, her arrogant gaze peering above its lens.
I stared at the camera and bit my bottom lip, knowing that the heat I felt flooding my loins was because I was being treated like trash and that it was all being recorded. I spared myself the shame of obediently nodding my head as I got off the couch and fell to my knees.
"Tell me what you are." She said.
I glared at the camera and remained silent. I knew the answer, but for some reason, I felt afraid to say it...
"...Speak up." Katarina ordered.
"...A slut." I muttered.
And it felt right to admit it.
"That's not all you are." Chuckled Katarina.
I tilted my head at her confusedly because I knew I was a slut. That's all that I was…
"You're a slave, who will do anything." She said.
My eyes widened, as I realized what she said, was true. I was on my knees, just because she had asked. I let Morgana have her way with me, just because she insisted…
And Katarina, and anyone else, could have their way with me if they wanted.
I insist they do…
Because I'm a slut. A slave. One who will do anything...
"I'll turn that disgusting buttplug off," She said. "If you lick my boot."
I lifted my head from the floor and glared at her. But my anger only amused her, a chuckle leaving her lips as she extended her right leg towards me.
"N-no." I stammered.
"Lick - my - boot." She repeated.
I scowled as I trailed her long, sexy, athletic leg, finding that there was more warmth growing between my thighs. I tried my best to resist, to show the potential audience to that video that I still had control of myself. But I didn't. I crawled forward and bent down, listening to the redhead chuckle as I pressed my lips against the tip of her shoe…
"Up," Katarina ordered.
I nodded my head before making obedient kisses up her shoe, my pursed lips pressing against the bare flesh of her ankle.
"Keep going." She muttered, her eyes locked onto the camera as a wide grin was on her face.
And of course, I did just as she asked. Despite how much I hated her, I was just as she said; a slave. And I reinforced that as my lips travelled further up her long leg, past her knee, against the soft, firm, yet succulent flesh of her thigh. I went to see if it was okay for me to continue, but as I lifted my eyes up her leg, I saw the excitement running out from beneath her skirt, salivating at the thought of cleaning it up… I forced myself to drag my eyes up the rest of her body, seeing that Katarina had her bottom lip bit, her cheeks flushed red as she smugly stared into the screen of the camera pointed at me…
So I kept going. Gentle, obedient kiss by kiss, I travelled up her thigh, anticipating the taste of her nectar, the moans from her arrogant mouth. My nose brushed against her skirt, and I craned my neck to shove my head beneath it, but before I could…
"Stop, you whore!" Katarina scoffed, stepping back.
And then she struck my cheek with the back of her hand.
And it didn't even anger me.
It… did the opposite.
And she probably thought the glare I was giving her was because she just slapped me, but really, it was because she denied me what I wanted.
"Maybe I'll keep that out..." She said, chuckling awkwardly before turning the camera off. "But not what I caught Morgana doing to you…"
"M-Morgana?!" I stammered. "Y-you g-got all t-that too?"
Katarina laughed and pointed at the camera. "Everyone's going to find out."
...That I'm a slut.
That they can use me if they just simply ask.
…
They don't even have to do that.
They can just come up to me and begin 'using' me...
"There's nothing you can do to stop me." Said Katarina. "I'm going to show everyone these videos, and they'll see you for what you truly are…"
"N-"
But the expression quickly changed on Katarina's face. She turned to her right and her eyes widened, her hands darting behind her back to hide her camera.
"Y-you deal with this disgusting whore." Said Katarina, clearing her throat before quickly strutting towards the rec room's exit. "Eugh!"
My heartbeat began to race as I heard the other person's footsteps approaching, and I couldn't tell whether it was from excitement or fear. And I had a feeling it was the former, but nothing but disappointment filled me when I saw Sona staring down at me, concern and sympathy all over her face. The first thing she did was drop down and reach into my apron, turning off my buttplug before getting behind me and undoing all my cuffs. And now that I was able to move my limbs again, I stood up and glared at her, unable to shake the thought that I wished it was someone else who caught me. Someone that would come in and belittle me for the state I was in. Or even use me as Morgana did. But it was Sona. And she knew about all my antics. This was hardly surprising to her, I suppose…
"What are you doing here?" I asked, bitterness in my tone.
The bluette pointed at her ears.
"Hmph…" I sighed. "Do we have work together today?"
She nodded her head and pointed at her wrist as if she were wearing a watch.
"Now?"
Sona nodded her head.
"...Uhm…" I muttered, biting my bottom lip. "Y-you gotta give me a few minutes… I'll meet you there…"
Sona looked around the rec room, surely spotting the puddles and trails of excitement I had dripped upon the floor before nodding her head, watching me leave. I strut down the hall and resisted the overwhelming urge I had to turn on my buttplug or reinsert my vibrator because once I stepped into my room, I let the tentacles have their way with me.
And for that whole half-an-hour, I wished someone would have walked in. I even left my door unlocked, staring at it, moaning louder than normal with hopes that someone would be drawn to it. But no suspicious maid passed by close enough to hear me, and I was nothing but disappointed and hot and bothered when the tentacles had left me all alone, being my only visitor...
Until.
Three knocks on my door.
My eyes widened and I couldn't hide the smile on my face as I raced towards it, opening it quickly to… be disappointed again.
Sona. She looked annoyed and angry, smelling of laundry detergent.
"Oh," I muttered. "I forgot…"
She rolled her eyes and shook her head, staring at my sweaty and sticky, naked body.
"G-give me a moment," I said.
I closed my door and got dressed, keeping my buttplug's remote and egg vibrator with me, knowing that I'd most likely need them for the rest of my shift with Sona. She led me to the laundry room and continued her work, leaving me to fold some clothes. But I couldn't pay any attention. Not when working with such a slut who flashed me her drenched pussy whenever she bent over, her sweat-beading cleavage when she faced me. It was like she was teasing me on purpose, going so far as to reject any sexual advances I made. And by the end of our shift, I was even more hot and bothered, wearing my egg vibrator with its dial turned up just once, biting my bottom lip as Sona handed me a note.
One which said 'follow me'.
"Sona will bring you when you're done your shift together."
My eyes widened as I remembered that LeBlanc had said that. It felt like so long ago, considering what had happened between then and now… But nonetheless, it was time. I eagerly followed Sona's sweet, swaying ass through hall and hall, my vibrator buzzing as I fidgeted with anticipation, eager to finally have my curse lifted...
Author's Note: 4 months later, another chapter... Been very busy and didn't have time to write. But nonetheless, here it is, the second-last chapter!