The Finale.

LeBlanc's little blue-headed slave brought me to the pair of tall, wooden doors which hid away the ballroom, her hand turning the knob before she stood aside and gestured for me to enter. I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip and eagerly strutted my way inside, surprised to find that all the lights were turned off. Illuminating the room instead, was a crowd of white wax candles which were scattered all over the floor, accumulating closer before sharply bordering a circular rune that shined with the same purple radiance that the jewel in LeBlanc's staff did. Its luminescent lines wove intricately, and I noticed that they came together to form a large, thorny rose centred beneath… an x-cross which was laid flat a few feet above the ground like a bed...

Sona began walking towards it, candles flickering as she walked past them, turning around before facing me with her right hand against its black leather. I couldn't help but feel a little nervous, considering the decor, hesitating slightly before finding myself in front of her. But eagerness came to replace my anxiety as my coworker reached between my thighs and pulled my egg vibrator away. I watched closely as her skilled fingers unravelled the strings on the front of my uniform, letting her pull it above my head before she dropped it to the ground with my apron. And then, her eyes met with mine before she gestured for me to lay down onto the x-cross.

So, I did.

And then anticipation joined my eagerness as Sona locked my wrists and ankles to this sinful table, sweat coating my skin which was left dressed in only my uniform's shoes and stockings, gloves and headwear, and best of all, my new big, vibrating buttplug which I clenched so tightly around. But Sona wanted to make another addition - one that made me feel apprehensive once again. A blindfold. And I was in no position to refuse her putting it on.

Not that I would, anyway...

I was in complete darkness, too excited to say anything as I listened to Sona gathering my belongings, gasping quietly as I felt the remote to my buttplug be left upon my stomach, footsteps moving away from me before the door was shut. She left me completely bound and blindfolded, vulnerable to whatever comes next.

And quickly it came.

A pair of fingers grazed my stomach, whoever they belonged to taking possession of the remote to the buttplug that stuffed my helpless body. "Who-" I tried to say. But I was silenced by one of their fingers which pressed against my lips, their presence then roaming to the side of my body. They dragged their finger gently against my skin, past my neck and between my breasts, circling my navel before dropping it between my thighs. And then that finger slowly trailed my swollen, southern lips, falling just a bit lower, pushing against my buttplug to acknowledge that I was wearing one…

"Ah…" I moaned.

I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip, listening to their patient steps circle around my body before they were behind me again. And then, they leaned forward, their stomach gently grazing my nose which was greeted by a serene, womanly scent. But I had barely any time to dwell on their aroma as their mellow fingers touched my collar and followed the straps of my bondage harness towards my breasts, gently pressing into them. But as quickly as they began to tease them, they stopped, leaving me hot and bothered and untouched. Until I was surprised by something new. A cold liquid spreading atop my stomach, and then my legs, and then my chest. And then those hands returned to my body to disperse what felt like oil all over my flesh.

"W-what're you doing?" I asked.

"Sh…"

It was a woman. And her voice was so calm and peaceful...

"Y-you're not LeBlanc…"

And that was further confirmed as she continued to coat my body with oil, her hands treating my body with care unlike that purple-headed mage - as if she's done this a million times. I writhed against the x-cross, biting my bottom lip as my collar burned, feeling the masseuse's hands dip into every valley and crook, making sure that not a single inch of my flesh was left dry and matte. This was driving me wild with arousal, my body throbbing with the ache to be pleased, and not teased.

"I-I'm so… hot…" I muttered.

I meant my collar, but I was hot in every way. And I knew the masseuse was thinking the same thing. She must've been salivating at the sight of my glistening, curvaceous body. Perhaps that's why she's being so slow with me; to take her time and enjoy me. But after a few minutes of hands against my skin, I felt nothing. She must've taken a step back to appreciate me as one does with art in a museum. But then I heard the sound of latex creaking and rubbing, clothes shuffling onto the ground, my imagination filled with the image of some beautiful woman adorned with black, latex garments...

The masseuse returned to what she was doing before she had oiled me up and dressed herself in whatever she was now wearing. And my imagination was confirmed to be reality. I could feel the rubbery gloves that felt tight against her fingers, running smoothly over the flesh of my well-oiled breasts. And just like before, it only lasted a few seconds, this time, the masseuse climbing onto my body, resting over my abdomen as her latex-clad thighs grazed my waist.

"H-how will this d-do anything?" I asked, feeling her hands gently teasing my thighs, rubbing them excruciatingly slowly...

I was ignored, and I didn't feel the need to ask again. Because instead, I… whimpered. The masseuse's hands had smoothly slid down the straps of my harness, fingers brushing freely against my womanhood before they tickled my inner thighs. But like before, it only lasted a few seconds. I felt nothing. But I could hear her above me, latex creaking, oily hands against her skin. And she must've been as lustrous as I was once she was done, her weight shifting off the x-cross before I listened to her walk around to my feet, heels clicking against the floor whilst latex croaked.

You should be touching me… not yourself...

Another pitiful whelp left my lips as I felt her own against my left thigh, and then my right, and then the crest of my womanhood, her tongue falling out to tease it with a few licks. And while she did so, I squirmed, feeling her hands roam back and forth to massage my thighs. I bit my bottom lip and held back a moan, wondering who this woman was, and how this would result in the lifting of my curse. But this all felt far too good for me to voice my concerns, and for some reason, my lips felt heavy, as if they wished to remain shut. But they opened when I felt two fingers sliding between my dripping pussy, my body tensing up as I anticipated an entrance

But I didn't get one. I was only harassed as they slid up and down, refusing to enter...

"P-Please…" I begged, being teased to insanity...

"Sh..."

I could recognize the voice. I've been shushed by this woman before. But I could barely pay it any further attention as a filter felt like it had been stripped away from me, my mouth opening to say more humiliating things.

"M-My collar…" I complained hopelessly.

It was burning, and the masseuse let me know she found amusement from my torment with a chuckle. One that I've heard before. But all my deducing was tossed away as I felt one of her fingers just barely slip inside of me, a quiet moan escaping my mouth as I clenched up. And she kept her finger right there, slowly applying pressure, her thumb slowly massaging the skin around my womanhood. And I couldn't do anything but lay there with my hips aching as I leaked onto the x-cross's leather, groaning in defeat once she pulled it out…

"H-How is this… g-going to l-lift… m-my…" I sputtered desperately, my lust forcing my body to twist and turn against smooth, black leather...

She chuckled as she strutted alongside my body, latex scraping against leather as she climbed over me again. But now, she was much, much closer. I could feel her warmth just above my face, and after a few seconds, something wet against my lips. And I knew this wasn't oil. Because she started grinding back and forth, her soft, damp pussy sliding against my face. And without hesitation, I craned my neck and pressed my mouth against her womanhood like it was my first-found water in a desert. But she was unphased by my effort, continuing to writhe calmly and sensually, despite it being a little haphazard… And this pissed me off. I wanted to eat this mysterious woman out. I wanted to feast upon her as badly as I wanted her to feast upon me. Feeling this made me realize how extremely docile and submissive I was. As if I was being forced to. As if my volition was weakened. I groaned in frustration as I dropped my head back against the plush leather beneath me, furrowing my brow, wondering again how this all would lift my curse as I could feel her weight stretch over my body.

"Oh…!" I moaned.

Fingers, against my pussy, teasing it, gently spreading it apart so that they could run against my entrance like they were preparing where they would soon enter. And then, a tongue, against my clit. My back arched and I moaned, my fingers and toes clenched, but quickly, they unravelled, because the masseuse stopped just after a few seconds like she always does. And this made me hornier and more impatient, eager for pleasure, but I couldn't even muster up the effort to beg. I only struggled in my restraints as I felt my collar quickly warming up, not even noticing that it had cooled down, yearning to be touched again in any way...

"Oh…" The masseuse moaned.

Hearing that made me twitch with anger, and a bit of envy. She was shifting back and forth above me, and a moment later, I could feel small droplets landing upon my face. I wish I could pull my blindfold off and see whoever this slut was, but all I could do was listen. Listen to her latex creak, her wet pussy being fingered, the x-cross's wood creak as she dripped excitement upon my lips. And as her… arousing moaning picked up, so did the heat of my collar. I couldn't lay still. I trembled and writhed within my restraints, overwhelmed by my own potent libido...

"W-who are y-you?" I stammered, finding it hard to speak as my… willingness to submit was increasing…

Or perhaps, eagerness...

Her moaning came to a stop, and so did the sound of her dripping wet pussy being pleased. Her weight shifted forward as she bent over me again, and then, I was finally given a response as I could feel her warm, calm breath against my womanhood.

And then, her tongue.

It flickered against my bud so passionately, but it only teased me, arousing me further. And before I could complain, her southern lips lowered atop my own and I didn't hesitate for a second to begin licking it. At this point, I was such a hot and bothered mess, I was practically melting into the x-cross.

And my mind was in the same, sorry state.

"Oh…" She moaned. And I was beginning to piece together who this was. I've heard this voice before. I've spoken with her recently, too; within the week.

Her gloved hands slid against my thighs, and she stopped licking my pussy. I whimpered and silently begged for her to continue with quivers. But she only slid her fingers up my body, her latex-clad palms flat against my stomach. And then, her weight rested further upon my face, my mouth opening to capture her clitoris between my lips before I sucked it as lovingly as I hoped she would suck mine. My ears were greeted by a mantra of her moans, her accent becoming more apparent. I was ruling out so many people, and it felt like her name was on the tip of my tongue…

"K-"

But it disappeared, and so did any of my rational thinking, because I felt something else. Something hard and throbbing, poised against my dripping, wet pussy. Something which didn't belong to the masseuse atop of me. Something which I knew belonged to…

LeBlanc.

I opened my mouth to confirm if it was her, but she did that herself when she began to slowly slide her cock up and down between my southern lips, my hips moving achingly as my collar began to burn.

"L-LeBlanc…" I muttered, my voice hot and heavy. "P-Please…"

Her chuckle filled my ears, and now I knew it was definitely her. A smile came to my face as she continued to glide her cock up and down between the entrance to my greedy cunt, knowing she would soon put out the fire between my legs that this masseuse had lit up.

But she didn't.

"Please…" I begged again, feeling the warmth of her cock disappear.

And then I moaned and realized LeBlanc, too, wished to turn me on even more. She slapped her thick meat against my womanhood, again and again, my limbs quivering each time she did. The sound was disgusting. My pussy was so drenched that it sounded like LeBlanc was breaking the surface tension of an ocean.

She practically was.

And even though she was just teasing me, I whimpered when she stopped, wishing she would at least continue doing that if she wasn't going to penetrate me...

"P-Please…" I repeated.

And my pitiful begging finally got me somewhere. Gently, the head of LeBlanc's cock slipped into my pussy.

But that was it.

Just the tip.

My muscles tightened up and all my toes and fingers curled, and I took a deep breath awaiting more. But when nothing came, I pleaded again.

"P-Please…"

But the masseuse was the one who responded to my begging. I forgot all about her. Once LeBlanc's cock came into the picture, it was all I cared about. And LeBlanc's cock remained idle, head only inside, as the masseuse climbed down my body, strutting alongside it before her slick gloved hands began to glide all over my oily curves. And after a moment of being massaged, LeBlanc pulled the tip of her cock out and let it slide up and between my tightly pursed, southern lips.

"P-Please…" I muttered like the broken record I was.

But I didn't get what I wanted. I only felt the masseuse's hands against my breasts, gently fondling them, nipples calmy being teased. My breath became weak and heavy as I yearned to be… fucked, twitching in my bondage as my madness and lust got even higher...

"I-I'm so… turned on…"

No one said a thing, but the masseuse silently responded with the intimacy of her body against mine, her large breasts against my own as her hand grabbed my arm.

"O-oh…" I shuddered.

Her lips came against my nape, just above my collar, and she began sucking it. And it was as if she was siphoning the remaining tenseness out from my body, reducing me into a mess, unravelling my bound form which resisted recoiling from the ticklish sensation. And then, I got what I wanted. Or so I thought. Just the head of LeBlanc's lovely cock had slid inside of me again.

Nothing more… :(

"D-deeper…" I moaned, clenching around what I could of LeBlanc's length before biting my lip.

And she appeased my plea. Slowly. So, excruciatingly slowly, I could feel her length entering me, leaving me dazed, mouth agape. I shuddered and groaned as it seemed her cock had no end to it, her pelvis pressing against mine as her balls pushed up against my buttplug once she had stuffed me completely. I tightly gripped the length of her large, lovely meat that throbbed within my flooded, leaking pussy. It filled me entirely. Not a single bit of space was free within my walls. It was almost too much for me.

Almost.

"F-fuck me…" I managed to stammer.

And it was as if the masseuse was the one who listened to my begging. Her lips moved to cover each inch of uncovered flesh upon my neck, kissing and sucking whatever she could. And she did so devotedly, liquefying my dripping body...

But I clenched up when suddenly, my buttplug roared on.

My breathing went shaky, uncontrolled. And as I writhed and fought against my restraints and the hold of the masseuse, a palm came flat against my stomach. LeBlanc's palm. She pressed down firmly and I gasped. She was forcing me to feel the pressure of being so tightly filled by her massive cock, the strength of my buttplug making it feel as if her still meat was bouncing off my inner walls. It was too much for me. I was being overwhelmed by so many different sensations. The sucking of my neck, the buttplug, and LeBlanc's humongous dick... It all drew out a constant flow of moans and whimpers from my throat like excitement did my womanhood, my body twisting and turning like the bends of a race track…

I'm… losing… my mind...

And then she pulled out, but not all the way, leaving just the tip of her dick inside. And I wanted to beg her to thrust her way back in, but I couldn't. Not while the masseuse refused to let up. Her effort proved to be… devastating. But the purple-headed mage seemed to know what I wanted, her chuckle filling my ears amongst my moans and the masseuse's sucking before she slowly pushed her way back in.

"A-ah…!" I gasped, a wide, bottom-lip-bit smirk coming to my face.

LeBlanc stayed still, her entire length sheathed within me. And then, the masseuse stopped sucking on my nape.

"Go," LeBlanc said.

Her hold on my arm disappeared, and I listened to latex creak as she marched away. But as quickly as she left when she was told to, LeBlanc's hands had taken hold of my hips.

"W-who w-was t-that?"

I almost wished she would stay… but now, LeBlanc can focus on me...

"Someone who wishes to keep her identity a secret…" Said LeBlanc. "You won't ever be able to guess who she is."

Her cock quickly pulled out, and then suddenly, it slammed its way back in! I shrieked and arched my back, nearly sitting up on the x-cross, its short chains pulling me right back down against its oiled leather.

"F-fuck me, LeBlanc!" I begged, fighting against cuffs that kept me bound. "P-Please!"

I.. I've never been so horny before...

She laughed. "Have you forgotten what we're here for?"

I hesitated to answer, remembering that I was here to have my curse lifted. All the teasing has made me insane with lust, filling me with carnal desires... "H-How will t-this lift it…?"

"I need you to be more aroused than you've ever been." Said LeBlanc. "And then, we can make some progress..."

...But I already am.

Her cock then slid out and left my pussy vacant, my stuffed anus still assaulted by my buttplug's quaking as my collar began to warm up. Then, her cock slid back in and cooled my collar down, eliciting a tiny whelp from my lips before she pulled it out again, and again…

I'm… losing it...

She left so much time between each thrust, that the steel around my neck would warm-up, only to be cooled down once she entered me again. Each time her skin gently pressed against my own, a moan louder than the one before it would leave my mouth amongst the wet, quiet smack.

"A-ah…" I shakingly muttered, turning my head side to side as strands of my silver hair fell against my lips. "I c-can't take this…"

She sheathed within me again and let go of my hips, and I let out a sigh of relief as my buttplug suddenly came to a halt, my breasts heaving as I struggled to capture my breath. But then I let out a long, drawn-out groan as she bent over my body, applying firm pressure with her cock as her fingers touched my now-burning collar.

"Hmph." She said, her tone sounding evaluative.

And then she let off and returned back to standing between my legs, cock still inside of me, finally giving me the reprieve I didn't need or want...

"What do you have inside your ass right now?"

"A buttplug," I answered without hesitation.

But I wish it were your cock instead, Master...

"Is it big?"

"Huge…" I curtly replied. I was shocked by how suddenly I was responding to her. It felt as if I were speaking before thinking…

"How does it feel?"

"A-amazing…" I stammered. It was as words were being pulled from my throat.

"Is that why you're always wearing one?" She asked with a chuckle. "Whenever possible?"

I nodded my head, and she chuckled again, this time more amusedly. And then it came, after two soft clicks. My buttplug revived, but this time it was much stronger.

"Does that feel good?" LeBlanc asked.

I nodded my head with an eager whimper, my bottom lip bit.

"Like the best thing you've ever felt?"

I shook my head side to side...

"Then what is?"

"...Y-your cock…" I moaned. "Inside my-"

"Tight, little ass?" LeBlanc asked, cutting me off, finishing my sentence…

Yes… Master...

I whimpered like the slut I am and nodded my head. And LeBlanc responded to my pitifulness by slowly pulling her cock out, before slowly pushing it back in, keeping that pace so that she now was pumping into me calmly. And even though it was so leisurely, the pleasure was as marvelous as always. And I think that's because it was LeBlanc's enchanting length that was sliding in and out of me right now, alongside my lovely buttplug's vibrations…

"Would you prefer it if my huge cock were in your ass right now?"

I nodded my head eagerly, a wide smile showing itself on my pleasure-ridden face. And I even went so far as to show her how badly I wanted it. I began pushing myself back against her thrusts, chains rattling around me as I was drunk with lust...

So… hot...

So… horny…

Despite all this pleasure, my collar was burning as hot as my skin. LeBlanc got a feel for it as she stopped thrusting into me and leaned forward to touch it. And then she turned off my buttplug. Within seconds, my collar started throbbing with heat as warm as LeBlanc's cock. and then after a few more, it was blazing like the fire between my legs. I was going insane, writhing back and forth, my arousal begging to be quelled, my neck begging to be freed from the molten steel which enslaved it. I had become so wet that my ass was laying in a puddle of my excitement, my hips aching to guide my body along something long and hard, my heart pounding with a desire for the body which it was inside to be fucked.

But all my writhing came to a stop when I felt LeBlanc's fingers around my buttplug. "Tell me what you want." And with heavy inhales between each word, I told her. "Your cock… inside my ass…"

"Heh." She chuckled. "I was expecting you to say for your curse to be lifted."

I stammered. I forgot all about my curse, again. I was so focused on having LeBlanc's cock inside my ass, that I forgot the true reason why I was here. The reason why I was being tormented like this… "I meant… that."

But I didn't. I barely cared about the curse at this point. I just wanted her to fuck my tight, little ass!

"I'm sure you did." LeBlanc chuckled, her fingers leaving the base of my buttplug before she returned to teasing my sloppy pussy with the head of her cock like when she had first shown up. "Why do you want your curse to be lifted?"

"S-so that I can cum!" I exclaimed, squirming, awaiting her entrance…

"Is this not enough, Syndra?" LeBlanc asked as she began pushing her cock into my pussy… "Being edged like this?"

I didn't know what to say. It… wasn't enough, but I enjoyed it...

A lot.

"N-no…!" I blurted out. It felt like a lie. "I need your cock inside my ass!"

I groaned with frustration as she began to fuck me at a… disappointingly swift pace, hoping she didn't mistake the loud wetness of my pussy as a reason for this being sufficient…

"P-please… L-LeBlanc…" I muttered quietly, barely audible over the splashes and squirts that exuded from between my thighs with each of her thrusts. "My n-neck is on f-fire…"

"Why is that?" She asked alongside a gentle grunt.

"B-because… This isn't e-enough for me…"

"Why isn't it?"

"Because… I'm a w-whore…" I moaned. "O-One who needs t-to be f-fucked in her t-tight, little ass l-like the s-slut she is…!"

"Good," LeBlanc said after an amused chuckle. "Because that's what I must do to lift your curse."

"M-my c-curse…" I stammered. I forgot all about that. Again. I was too enthralled and captivated by the thought of LeBlanc's big, juicy cock stuffing my precious asshole to even care about it...

A wet *schlop* paired with her pulling her length out of my pussy. And then, I felt her fingers around the base of my buttplug, pulling so, so gently. My ass clutched onto the lethal toy as desperately as I did to the chance of cumming these past 10 days. I groaned as I felt it coming out, trembling and twisting within my restraints, struggling with the heat of my collar. It's never been this hot before. It's literally burning. And LeBlanc upped the heat as she slowly removed what was stuffing my asshole, bringing me to further madness as I turned my head from side to side, grinding against the x-cross' leather.

"Just a week ago, you hated this." Said LeBlanc.

My response was a low moan. I could only pay attention to the lava around my neck, and the buttplug being pulled out.

"Sex. Anal…"

I clenched my teeth and tried to calm myself down as it felt like miles of buttplug was still inside of me.

It's so big. So god damn big…!

"But you love it now." She said.

I do.

"Infatuated with it," LeBlanc added. And then, she pushed my buttplug in just a tiny bit...

"A-ugh!" I gasped, my body freezing with my toes curled, back arching away from the leather beneath it.

...I am in love with it...

"It makes me think, that perhaps you enjoy anal more than I…"

I do!

She chuckled as if she could hear what I was thinking. "It took me weeks to train myself to wear a buttplug as big as this… You've done it in just one. Why is that?"

"Because… because it feels so-."

"Good?" She asked, finishing my sentence.

I nodded my head.

"What feels so good?"

"T-the feeling… o-of being so f-full…" I breathed.

It was delectable. Delightful. Amazing. It felt right to have my anus stuffed. So sinfully right…

"Does it turn you on, wearing it in public? That when others look at you, they have no idea that something so… large is stuffing your tight, little asshole?"

I nodded my head and whimpered. It more than turned me on. It lit me ablaze. And so did having it removed. I twisted and turned and moaned and groaned, struggling to keep myself composed, or sane, as LeBlanc extracted the buttplug from me. I couldn't count the seconds or the minutes, or maybe what felt like an hour before my anus was left vacant, gaping, anxious for something else to enter it…

"Look how big this is…" Said LeBlanc, quietly chuckling. "Almost as big as this…"

And then followed a squirt of oil, but not upon me, but upon her own shaft. Because soon enough, she began to stroke it. Passionately. The sound of her hand quickly rubbing back and forth upon her wet, dripping length was almost as loud as my pussy being pounded earlier...

"You look so good like this, Syndra…" Said LeBlanc, still stroking herself.

"No…" I muttered. "I don't like being tied up like this…"

A lie.

"Don't lie to me, girl. You love it."

"I… do-"

Her laugh cut me off from admitting that I do enjoy being bound like some helpless slut. And before I could open my mouth again to firmly tell her what I truly enjoyed, I was greeted by the head of her cock against my… anus… :)

"P-Please…" I gasped, writhing in place eagerly, going lightheaded from my eagerness. "F-fuc-"

"Lift your curse?"

"I…"

I wasn't going to say that.

Because instead, I was going to beg her to fuck me in my tight, little ass… :)

"Beg me." She ordered. If only she hadn't cut me off; I would've already been doing that.

"I-is it necessary?" I asked.

"It is."

And for some reason, I didn't want to anymore. Not that I was now being ordered to. But LeBlanc pulled her length away and I desperately cried out. "Wait!"

"Hmm?"

"P-Please f-fuck me…" I stammered defeatly...

I was replied by the squirt of lube, and then, the head of her cock returned against my entrance, this time being used as a tool to disperse oil against its planned destination… I panted and whimpered as I anxiously anticipated her entrance, mumbling nonsense as her cock slowly ran circles against my asshole.

"After this, Syndra… You will finally get to cum." She said.

I bit my bottom lip and happily nodded my head. "I can't wait..."

And then gently, she entered me. I lost my breath, but when I got it back, a moan squeezed out from my tightly pursed lips. But then a disappointed groan followed. My just-started rollercoaster came to an abrupt and immediate stop because LeBlanc had done the same once only the tip of her cock was inside my ass. She let it sit there for a moment to force me to endure my suffering, to remind me that she was still in control and that I could do nothing but beg.

And before I could, she pulled out.

...And then slid the tip back in.

"W-what're you doing…?" I muttered, my breath shaky, my consciousness weak from all the lust breaking it.

And she answered me by teasing me further, sliding the head of her cock out from my tight anus, eliciting a whine from my tired throat. I could feel the tip of her member just against my entrance, and I shuddered as it came back in, but twisted in agony as nothing else followed.

Again, and again. Out, then in. Only the tip...

What that masseuse was doing to me had lifted my lust to limits I thought it couldn't reach, and then LeBlanc had raised that limit even further when she was fucking my pussy. But now, there was no limit - it had been completely broken - and that's because this was anal, something I was completely enamoured with. My heart was pounding inside my chest, my body throbbing as much as my anus did. I was losing my mind and LeBlanc knew that. Every time just the head of her cock entered me, I yearned for the rest of her length to follow. But when it didn't, I became just a bit further derailed. And I was nowhere near the tracks when finally…

She entered me.

"U-ugh…"

She kept going until there was nothing left to give, stuffing me completely, her skin flushed against mine… :)

"S-so… tight…" Said LeBlanc.

And with drool leaking out the side of my smirk, I muttered. "S-so big…"

And that was putting it lightly. Her cock felt bigger. Much bigger. I couldn't tell when she was in my pussy, but now that she was in something so much tighter, it was that much clearer. I let her know with a submissive whine, that I was happy, my lips twisting into a wretched smile as I was tense around her length. My collar began to cool down, albeit very slowly. However, her cock did the opposite. It began to throb with heat as intense as my arousal. And this heat felt amazing. I could feel it spreading through my body, and it felt magical. It was as if LeBlanc's cock was the key to unlocking my curse, and my slutty, tight, little asshole was the keyhole…

Unlock me already...

But the key didn't push any pins. Her cock slid out. Entirely. And I felt so vacant. Like I wasn't complete without it stuffing my most precious hole… So she completed me. Pieced me back together with just her length, sliding it back in, eliciting a cute moan from my lips as heat spread throughout my body again.

Oh… god..!

"How does it feel, Syndra?" Asked LeBlanc as she unsheathed her cock again right away.

"A-amazing!" I whimpered.

Quickly, she shoved her cock back into my ass, and then just as swiftly, pulled it out again. I scrunched my mouth up, clearly agitated. I wanted to be fucked, but LeBlanc refused to do that. She only teased me; pulling her cock out the instant that it filled me up, making me quiver with frustration and impatience.

…She wasn't piecing me back together.

No…

She was breaking me apart.

...And with each dip of her cock, I crumbled even more...

"W-why are you t-teasing me…?" I mewled.

She laughed. "It's necessary… to lift your curse…"

In, then out. My collar was now scorching, and… I was on the verge of collapsing, both mentally and physically…

"N-no! I-it's not! Y-you're just torturing m-me for y-your own f-fun!"

She laughed again but didn't give me an answer. Instead, she shoved her length back deep inside of me and left it right there…

"How's that?"

"Ugh...Uh-mayzn…" I muttered, barely comprehensible.

"Now beg." She ordered.

Of course… Master...

"...L-lift… my curse…" I muttered, finding it hard to even think straight with her cock throbbing so intensely inside my anus.

"And do you know how I'm going to do that, Syndra?"

I shook my head, fidgeting my hips against her cock, trying to stimulate myself.

"By fucking you," LeBlanc said. "So beg me to do so."

"P-Plea-"

I stopped myself from begging. My senses had suddenly returned… but it felt frail - like it was all that was remaining of my old self...

"H-how will that lift my curse?" I asked.

She went quiet, and all I could feel was how her cock pulsated like my deafening heartbeat. As if it were alive…

"...The method of lifting your curse only works if you are incomprehensibly aroused to the point where your mind becomes a slave to its carnal desires."

I've been like that for a few days now…

"And when you've reached that point, then I must fill your anus with my seed; the key to lifting your curse…"

"W-what…?"

"You sound excited."

I bit my bottom lip. I was.

"So beg me, then." Said LeBlanc. "Syndra, the slut whose excitement is running onto the floor, ruining the rune we stand on. Beg me to fuck you. Beg me to fill your tight, little ass with my warm semen."

...Gladly.

"...L-LeBlanc…" I muttered, knowing that my next words would completely toss aside the woman I used to be... "P-please…"

I took a deep breath, fidgeting, still feeling her cock throbbing within my ass, magic coursing through it. That woman was already gone.

"P-please f-fuck me… Fill my t-tight… l-little ass… with y-your hot… cum…"

Or maybe, this was her true feelings all along...

My pitiful begging drew a chuckle out of her. And then a laugh. And shortly after, her hands took hold of my quivering thighs, holding the body of some slut who just let out her last ounce of resistance.

Because now, she was completely broken.

"I love it when you beg." She said. "It's so fitting of you."

And her cock which fit me just as well slid out. I moaned and tensed up, and before I could regain my composure, she thrust her way back in.

Then out, then in.

Quickly.

I was given no time to catch my breath. My stomach contracted and I arched my back with a loud groan, clearly unprepared for what was to come as a plethora of moans slipped from my lips as she began to pummel my precious asshole.

Heaven… This felt like heaven… ;)

This is what I've been waiting for… all my life. Pleasure, so amazing. It was ethereal, indescribable. I was in complete ecstasy, overwhelmed by euphoria. I could barely form any thoughts, only moan and groan and tremble and writhe as LeBlanc hammered my ass with her massive cock. But then she stopped, and my high came crashing down, and I grew worried that it wouldn't come again. Her cock remained inside of me, bouncing around as it throbbed and pulsated...

"W-why'd you stop?!" I yelled, listening to her quick and heavy pants.

Please…

Sounding out of breath, she told me. "I-I was a-about to cum…"

Please… don't let me stop you...

"And?!" I angrily sputtered. "Go ahead! Cum inside of me!"

Please… fill me up...

"N-no…" She muttered.

Please… don't tease me...

"W-why not?!"

Please… I need it...

"B-because… I don't want to. Not yet…"

I need your cum...

"But y-you need to lift m-my curse! Who cares about your own n-needs, you slut!"

Inside of me...

My outburst resulted in everything I didn't want. Her cock slid out completely.

"W-wait!" I desperately plead. "P-please… p-put it back in!"

I need it…

"No." She said. "I don't think you deserve it."

...I need… it...

"I-I'm sorry, LeBlanc!" I stammered. "I… need it! Please. I need you to fuck me…!"

"Heh." She laughed. "Of course you do, you whore…"

And then it returned, the warmth of her meat driving deep into my anus... I cried out in pleasure, my eyes rolling into the back of my head behind my blindfold as my mind went blank again. And when my senses came rushing back to me, a smile grew wide upon my lips, sprawling from cheek to cheek…

:)

I should beg more...

LeBlanc had become more violent... and it felt so… good. With each of one her relentless thrusts, a piece of my mind would be stripped away. And soon enough, I was only able to moan and groan as it felt as if I were scattered apart everywhere…

Bliss. Paradise. I didn't want this to ever end. I want to be fucked like this forever...

"...Syndra?" LeBlanc said. Her voice sounded far away, but it quickly echoed closer as my sense of hearing returned. "How does it feel, knowing your curse will soon be lifted?"

I muttered something incomprehensible. I was being sodomized to the point where my intelligence was that of a bag of bricks.

"How does it feel to be pummeled by my lovely cock?" She asked.

I tried to say amazing but only stumbled on my tongue. It was obvious how I felt about it even without giving her my answer. The whole mansion could probably hear me...

"How does it feel to give in to your carnal desires? And become your true self?"

Again, I was unintelligible. But it felt right.

"To be a slave to my cock."

It impelled me, gave me… what felt like a true purpose. But I could only moan and groan instead of telling her that. She was talking to a lifeless fucktoy, one who was serving her only purpose; to be used by her master and anyone else who wishes to give her a 'try'...

I was in heaven…

But it seemed that my master was running out of steam, her thrusts getting stronger as her grunts got louder, her pace slowing down to what soon seemed to be a stop… I whined and pushed my hips back against her thrusts, hoping it would encourage her to continue…

But it didn't.

After a few more, fierce, nearly brutal thrusts, she bottomed out within me.

Completely.

And then she groaned.

And quivered.

And then pulled out.

...

...I felt… warmth splatter over my body, and then my heart plummeted into my chest. It… was her cum. Her cum which should've been seeping out from my gaping anus... But instead, it was all over my desperate body and had even travelled so far up that it stained my lips. So I licked it. And when I did, all betrayal and anger and disappointment that she hadn't came inside of my ass had disappeared...

Because her cum had charmed me.

So good...

I need to taste that again…

"...LeBlanc!" I shouted, breaking free of whatever trance I was suddenly put in… "Y-you didn't cum inside of me!"

And I barely cared. The smile on my face told her that I didn't mind one bit.

She began to chuckle, and then after a few seconds, it turned into an amused laugh. "How does it feel?" She asked.

The ichor that would've lifted my curse, was all over my stomach, my breasts, my neck, and my face. And she had shot it there on purpose, to tease me. And to answer her question, I… felt amazing... Being painted like this by her hot, lovely semen, felt amazing. But I had to ignore what I truly felt as I opened my mouth to tell her that I was disappointed that she didn't cum inside of me and that I was still cursed.

But then she said something else.

"...To be lied to."

...What?

"How does it feel? To know that I was working with Ahri this whole time…?"

...What?!

Suddenly, there was another presence just beside me, their lips brushing my ear... "Sona… Irelia… That was us… Everything else was your own doing…"

It was Ahri, her voice lifting every bump and hair on my sweaty, oily skin...

"How does it feel, Syndra?" LeBlanc asked.

And I dreaded to hear whatever she had to tell me. but then I heard a pair of fingers snap. Ahri's fingers. And then I felt each one of my curse marks burn...

"That lifting your curse was that simple?" Ahri asked.

...What…?

...It was that easy…?

...Everything I've been doing with LeBlanc… was for nothing?

...That everything I went through… could've been avoided if Ahri was just to… snap her fingers?

...All the humiliation, embarrassment, suffering, torture… was for nothing?!

"How does it feel, Syndra?" Ahri asked.

I barely cared to hear more. How much worse could this get…?

"To have… everyone staring at you?"

…

...

...What?

...I barely believed them, but that didn't stop my heart from plummeting into the deepest, darkest pit of my stomach. I could still feel it beating throughout my every nerve. I began to panic more than I ever had before, feeling fingers brush against my hair before my blindfold was lifted.

"Please…" I muttered weakly...

...The room was dimly lit from all the candles and my panic was set aside as I only saw LeBlanc, her cock erect, a grin on her face, and Ahri, one hand on her hips with a smirk on her face.

But then the lights turned on, and the two stepped aside...

...And every single one of my coworkers was there, lined up beside each other. Staring. And then suddenly, their voices began to flood my ears, as if a spell was lifted that was veiling their presence…

...Heaven?

...No…

This was hell...

"H-how?!" I asked, my voice cracking up...

But I got no answer. Instead, the heat of my collar suddenly disappeared, and familiar apprehension washed over me. With wide eyes, I worriedly looked down and saw that my skin was bare and without any curse marks… but despite that, they were here.

Nine, slimy, purple tendrils, slithering all over me...

"N-no!" I cried out." D-don't look!"

But I couldn't stop them, no matter how much I tried, because chains and cuffs left me bound and helpless. I could only watch as they took position all over my body; around my breasts, around my hips, against my pussy… and…

My anus… :)

A wide smile came to my face… but I barely felt ashamed as I rose my eyes up at the captivated audience, paralyzed by… anticipation - not fear - as I was eager to see how this would finally feel…

Within the minute, I was barely intimidated by their presence...

"O-Oh!" I cried out.

And everyone began murmuring… but I was hardly bothered by it. And that was because something I've always dreamed of happened. A tentacle had thrust its way into my… slutty little ass right as two of its partners had driven their way into my pussy…

"A-amazing…!" I whined...

For that moment, I forgot that everyone in the mansion had their eyes on me, their increasing chatter bringing me back to my senses as I looked back up and saw their gazes, humiliated by it…

Or so I hoped.

I was not nearly as embarrassed as I should've been…

"S-stop star-."

I cut myself off with a shrill moan, my toes curling as I didn't get a chance to put on what felt like a facade. And that was because the tentacle monster had begun to piston away at my pussy and my asshole at the same time, overwhelming me with this… transcendent pleasure. I dropped my head against the x-cross, noticing how different this felt, like a filter was removed from me. And although everyone was watching this, finding out about my secret, it… didn't take away from my enjoyment of this at all…

In fact… I think it was enhancing it...

I opened my eyes to see them all staring at me. And it felt so real. Because this really was happening. Sivir shook her head at me, her brow furrowed. Beside Sivir, was Irelia, doing just the same. But I knew that slut was only putting on a show. I could see the arousal in her face.

"Ire-... Oh!" I was cut off again, just before I could confront Irelia and expose her in front of everyone, and that was because the tentacle pounding my asshole suddenly went deep. It took me a moment to regain my composure, looking back at the crowd with my heart beating rampantly to see the rest of their gazes, trying my best to keep my eyes from rolling back…

This… felt… so… good...

Quinn was gawking at me with upset eyes, Zyra, shaking her head, Akali glaring with her arms crossed disapprovingly, Kayle grimacing at me cold-heartedly, and Morgana beside her licking her lips before winking at me. I pulled my eyes away from them and looked up at the ceiling, seeing the chandelier above me blur from how much my body was shook back and forth, being fucked so viciously by the tentacles. I let out a moan and recoiled in... humiliation…? I could hear what was going on in their minds just by their looks… All my efforts to remain hidden, no matter how poor they were, were all wasted. I almost wished that I would just wither away…

Almost.

Because for some reason, I didn't want that to happen. Something within me was… happy that I was here as I was...

I peeled my eyes away from the ceiling and looked back at the audience, unable to hold back my moans as I couldn't help but feel… humiliated? No. That didn't feel right… Humiliation wasn't supposed to be so… arousing…

...

Lux, like everyone else, had her cheeks slightly pink and turned away when I looked at her. Katarina beside her had an arrogant grin like she was glad this was happening to me. I tried to curse that redhead out, but couldn't help but moan as I opened my mouth, noticing that the redhead beside Katarina, Miss Fortune, had her mouth agape, her cheeks flushed red as she seemed envious of me, aroused as ever. Nidalee just stared… in envy, like Miss Fortune, and Riven seemed somewhat stoic, but more sympathetic. But arousal was written over their faces as well…

Keep… staring...

On the other hand, Leona had her arms crossed, her partner Diana, staring normally, somewhat disgusted. Sejuani was glowering at me, unlike Sona who stared silently, like she knew this would happen the entire time. The moment our eyes met, the bluette darted her own away. And so I kept my eyes moving and saw how interested Fiora looked, watching me closely. Janna beside her looked even more aroused than all the others. Her bottom lip was bit as she kept her eyes glued to my body, her thighs squirming together…

I'm glad… you're enjoying this as much as I am...

Caitlyn stared at me, disgusted, whispering into Vi's ear, the pink-haired brute looking appalled. And Qiyana. She looked disgusted, too. Horrified that someone could turn into what I was. And I knew all chances I had of making her mine was instantly gone… Because, now, I was hers. I was all of theirs. Karma was right beside Qiyana. But her mannerisms were completely different from what I expected. Instead, her cheeks were slightly flushed, and as I scanned her body… I couldn't help but notice the sheen on her thighs, and that her gloves were not that of our uniform. No. They were black, shiny, and latex…

"...H-how?!" I cried out, voice breaking up.

"Since you've walked into this room." Said... my boss.

And I knew it was true. I didn't bother with questioning Evelynn as I looked up to see her grinning behind me, her eyes on my body before she looked at the audience proudly. I was the physical proof of the extremities of what could be a punishment here, and Evelynn wanted to be sure that everyone knew that, snapping her fingers before chuckling.

And then, the tentacles began to pound away at my body, much more violently.

"O-Oh!" I cried out.

All my coworkers began loudly talking amongst themselves as a plethora of pleasure-filled cries began to squeeze their way out my throat. They seemed bewildered by how much I was enjoying being fucked so mercilessly in front of them all, by some void-born creature. And they made sure to let me know that with distant degrading and judging comments. I dropped my head against the x-cross and listened to their words pour into my ear as I pushed my hips against the thrusting tentacles. I hoped that my smile would be hidden from them, but they all saw it sprawling across my face, cheek to cheek. And I didn't care. The pleasure was becoming so good, that all their words just became… fuel to the fire between my legs…

Shameless. Whore. Slut.

Their words just stoked my burning arousal.

My moans got louder, and I couldn't help but feel… different, and when the audience became more lively, I knew what it was. Their presence… was turning me on… I lifted my head and looked at them all, and instantly, my body twitched with a craving to be stared at...

I was getting off on being watched.

All embarrassment and humiliation were gone - perhaps from the very beginning. And instead, I moaned and groaned as I felt myself approaching my… climax.

That's what all this suffering has been for. My climax…

It didn't feel real…

But their gazes did. Their flickering eyes, judging scowls, aroused squirms… It was all turning me on. I dropped my head back and let out yet another moan, this one louder than all the ones before it, to let them know, that… I was in bliss.

That my aforementioned hell was actually my ideal heaven...

Pump after ferocious pump, my pussy and ass became sore, twist and turn, my breasts and nipples got tender, my throat tired from expressing how much ecstasy I was in as I approached my impending climax. I've felt like this so many times… but… something was different now. And it wasn't the audience or the fact that their presence was driving my arousal. It wasn't that my precious, little asshole was being sodomized by my best friend.

No.

It was that… I could finally cum.

The door to my climax has been finally unlocked…

All that suffering, for this moment.

...I really hope it will be worth it…

...It was coming.

...I could feel it coming.

...Soon, I would be too...

I tensed up, shaking, despite being still as a rock, my moans coming to a stop. Insults and comments and groans of disgust filled the room as well as the sound of my body being used thoroughly by the tentacle monster, my moans louder than them all…

…

…

…

Euphoria; perhaps from being watched, or perhaps... that I was...

Cumming.

Shaking.

Groaning.

...

..And that was it...

…

It felt like something shattered inside my mind.

…

Why was this so… disappointing?

...

...Did I really cum?

…

I mean… I'm convulsing, writhing, struggling against my restraints. The x-cross is rattling against the floor, and everyone's voices are ringing in my ears...

…

And the tentacles, the oh-so-lovely tentacles. They've stopped and have abandoned me, left me panting harder than ever before…

…

...So why…?

...Why did I feel so… disappointed?

...Regretful?

"Did she just cum?"

"In front of us all…"

"Does she have no shame?"

Their words filled my ears. My hot, ringing ears. I lifted my head and saw all their shocked, perplexed faces, and could feel my juices… my… cum…pooling beneath me.

...That was it?

...

...W-why did I want this so bad?

I opened my mouth to say something to all my coworkers, but I didn't know what to say. Instead, I bit my lip, feeling arousal rise within me again. And it was all because of their lecherous staring. But I couldn't ignore the regret I felt. Not that so many people were watching me, and that my actions had led to this all.

I regretted cumming.

I could only think about the overwhelming disappointment that my climax was. I had hoped it would be the most… wonderful thing in this world.

But what was truly wonderful… was all the edging.

And all the sex.

And all the humiliation.

And everyone's eyes locked to my body…

My body which… no longer wore any curse marks, no longer had a spell which forbade it from experiencing a climax…

…

...I couldn't help but wish that they were back…

I looked behind me and saw three wide grins. And it was as if they knew what I was thinking. I could see it on their faces. So I turned back at the audience and my heart began pumping, and worriedly, I turned back to face the three behind me again. I felt so… lost. I was struggling this whole time, to experience this climax. To finally cum. I went through such terrible, humiliating things to get here.

And it wasn't worth it.

I bit my bottom lip and wished I never came. The pleasure of my climax was temporary, unlike the endless… bliss that came from being edged all the time. I had hoped cumming would have left me ecstatic and be the grandiose pay off to all my suffering, but I only felt that way because the edging made me want to cum so bad...

The edging was the best part. Not the climax.

And what shattered inside my mind earlier when I came was put back together as I came to that realization...

"A-again…" I muttered. The words slipped out of my mouth freely, but I felt in control of myself more than ever.

The audience began murmuring quickly. Their surprise was nearly palpable.

"P-please…" I muttered, wincing at Ahri's chuckle. "F-fuck me again…"

The crowd's voices picked up.

"I-I'll do anything… I n-need to cum again…"

I was trying my best to ignore the fact that I would rather be edged. My will had returned, and I was trying to hold dearly onto who I used to be even though I tossed her away just earlier. Desperately, I wanted to cum again. Maybe the second time will fix me, turn me back into who I was…

But I can't undo time. Nothing will fix you, Syndra.

"Disappointed, were you?" Evelynn chuckled.

Her words echoed in my head.

"Would you rather not have came?" Ahri asked.

I nodded my head shamefully and felt the Syndra that I was 10 days ago completely wither away. I couldn't pretend to be someone I wasn't anymore. I am exactly what I am. A slut. A whore. And the audience called me those things. But what stood the most among me, was someone saying 'edgeslut.'

Because that's exactly what I am. An edgeslut.

Good riddance to who I used to be. I don't want to be her ever again...

"Beg for it, Syndra." My boss ordered.

Syndra… It didn't feel right to be called by a name…

Whore. Slut. Slave. Pet. Those were titles fitting for me...

"Tell everyone what you really want."

I looked at the crowd with my heart pounding, my holes aching, my body still shaking just slightly. Just seeing them all staring at me, was driving me wild. But my collar was turned off, and so the only heat I felt was from the fire between my legs…

"I… want to be… edged… again… forever…" I muttered.

It was finally coming out. I was finally saying it. And everyone could hear me. They quickly had to get used to the new Syndra…

And I hoped that quickly, they would be comfortable with using me...

"No matter how much you try to cum?" Asked LeBlanc.

I nodded my head. "C-curse me, again… So that I can't… ever."

I bit my bottom lip and began panting. Just the thought of such a fate had me twisting with lust. My arousal was almost as deafening as the crowd in front of me…

"I… want to be… edged… tortured… by the t-tentacles… b-by m-myself…"

I took a deep breath and moaned quietly as I thought about what I was going to say next.

"By… them."

And they got so loud. Insults, judgments. Nothing but sounds which turned me on...

Evelynn strut forward and scanned the crowd, and I felt anxious. I hoped she would pick someone, eager to see who it would be. But she turned around and when she saw the desperate, hungry look on my face, she laughed.

"You… wanted someone… right now?"

I nodded my head ambitiously and scanned the crowd myself. I hoped someone brave enough would come out to just… use me. And a few did. Morgana, Janna, Miss Fortune. But Evelynn raised her hand and they all stepped back, leaving me yearning for them even more...

"You get to lay there and squirm." Said Evelynn.

"P-please…" I muttered, wriggling against my restraints.

But before I could beg anymore, LeBlanc marched around my body and stood back between my legs again, her cock throbbing in her hand as she positioned it against…

My asshole.

I squirmed and whimpered as I tried to push my hips forward and force her to enter me, but having the tip of her length brushing against my asshole had me going even more insane...

"Look how desperate she is…" Chuckled LeBlanc. "I'm sure she'd let any of you have a go at her…"

"...Right now…" I mewled. "Please…"

And groans of disgust and laughter filled the room. I was just a spectacle to them. But I wasn't a just 'look, don't touch' type of spectacle. And LeBlanc was proving that. She dragged her cock up from the entrance of my anus and left it between my southern lips, and then, she began to slide it up and down, teasing me just like she was earlier.

I purred and whined, begging to be penetrated. I just… needed something inside of me… And then that something rose in front of my face. My buttplug. LeBlanc held it in her hands as her cock throbbed against my pussy.

"Do you want this?"

I nodded my head, my mouth watering at the sight of that lovely toy…

"This?" LeBlanc asked. "Or the tentacles?"

And then my second pair of lips began to water too, drowning the head of LeBlanc's cock. It was obvious what I really wanted.

And then Ahri snapped her fingers behind me.

But the tentacles were nowhere to be seen. Instead, I felt something burn on the skin atop my womb, and it felt so eerily similar to when my curse marks were first applied. I looked down and my eyes widened at what I saw; a mark which glowed purple and pink, bright as LeBlanc's staff. It was far more intricate than just a simple line. It had markings that formed images that reminded me of three surrounding me. There was a top-view of what seemed to be a dark, purple rose, and in the middle of that rose, was a small, pink heart. But that heart was dwarfed by an even larger one, formed by two separate swoops with rounded tops and sharply-fanged bottoms. LeBlanc was the rose, Ahri was the smaller heart, and Evelynn was the larger, more sinister one. Their marks were embedded above my womb; branding me as their property...

And it looked so… pretty.

"Cursed again." Said Ahri.

And hearing that left a wide smile on my face. And more excitement began to leak out of me at the anticipation of my upcoming suffering, and from the voices which called me whore and slut behind LeBlanc.

"Leave, everyone." Said Evelynn. "And be sure to tell our new fucktoy, goodbye."

And then they came walking towards me, as I was between them and the exit, their eyes glued to my bound, helpless body. Akali, Caitlyn, Kayle… everyone had a look in their eye. Be it one of pity, disgust, or arousal… the ones with the last going so far as to… touch me.

And I loved it.

Morgana's fingers slowly ran across my body, and her fingers… they touched what was leaking between my thighs, but only for a second. And then Janna came next. Her hands squeezed one of my breasts and Miss Fortune took the other. But Evelynn glared at them and told them to keep walking, knowing it would drive me insane. I suffered from the lack of stimulation as the rest behind them didn't dare lay a finger on my helpless flesh. I hoped that they were just shy or putting on an act for the others and that in the future they would come to 'use' me. I am now theirs to use, whenever and forever...

And no matter what they do to me… I can't cum… :)

Footsteps disappeared behind me among the boisterous crowd. And then it was just Ahri, Evelynn, LeBlanc, and myself, and they all took positions around my body. But they didn't touch me… no matter how much I silently begged them to with the anxious squirms of my form. Instead, they opened their mouths, one by one, to tell me of everything. All their hard work that was put into this.

…

Ahri started. "What I told you that night about the curse marks was a lie. They don't prevent cumming from pleasure to those places. Only one does that, and it alone prevents cumming altogether, no matter where it is placed." She explained, her voice sexy as ever despite the exposition. "I only told you that because LeBlanc had asked me to. She wanted to train you into an anal slut and she knew that telling you there was no curse mark on your anus would give you some glimmer of hope that you could still cum…"

...It… worked… extremely… well…

LeBlanc chuckled and then joined in next. "That… 'analyzing' spell I cast upon you during your first visit, was actually a nearly unnoticeable, slowly-acting aphrodisiac." Said LeBlanc, chuckling proudly at her own abilities. "And I was the one who developed the curse. The one who orchestrated this all."

"...What?" I muttered. I couldn't believe it. This whole time… it was LeBlanc?

"That's not all, Syndra." Said Ahri. "She had me place cameras everywhere. In the dungeon, the changeroom, wherever your shifts were, in your room… Those recordings will serve as your diary…-"

"-And you better believe everyone will be required to watch them all, like how everyone was required to read Nidalee's and Riven's diaries." Added Evelynn.

...I… couldn't believe this…

I tried breaking free of my restraints, struggling against the x-cross. I've been manipulated so thoroughly. I thought I was some genius, some higher being, but LeBlanc… has proven herself to be leagues above me… And now, I will be continued to be manipulated by her, and the other two, forever…

But this anger and mistrust felt fake.

Because when my eyes locked onto that purple-headed mage's thick, throbbing cock, Ahri's long, sensual legs, and Evelynn's steep curves, my anxiety disappeared. I remembered all the pleasure, all the... fun I've had these past 10 days... I… didn't mind that this had happened, because if it didn't, I wouldn't have found my true purpose. So I shut my eyes and accepted it. Everything that happened, happened. There's nothing that I can change about it now. And besides, I could barely think about how I've been manipulated into the slut I am now as an image of myself with a wide grin filled my mind, a large buttplug in my tight ass, leather straps and cuffs adorning my fair skin, my uniform out of sight as I had a line of my coworkers behind me…

One by one, they had their fun.

And no matter how much I begged… I couldn't cum

…

And I loved that…

Because this was my heaven…

My paradise.

...Epilogue...

It's been a month since everything has happened to her. She still hasn't came yet, and I can tell she's going insane. She practically begs everyone to make her cum, but no matter how much they try, she can't. That was what she asked for, after all, but I think she's beginning to regret it…

She's barely the woman she used to be. Her mind is practically putty now. She only cares about sex. The tentacles practically live beneath her uniform, if she's wearing one at all. Some days, she'll strut around naked… other than her bondage harness, her collar, and her cuffs, flaunting her sweaty curves, her new… 'womb tattoo', and whatever large buttplug is forbidding you from using what she calls her 'most-precious' hole that day.

It'd be 'precious' if she didn't abuse it nonstop...

But often, she'll not be wearing that buttplug, and you can hear her moans from across the mansion on those days. And if she's not being fucked by either someone else, the tentacles, or herself, all you have to do is walk up and tell her what you want, and she won't hesitate to give it to you - and the day she does, is the day she's truly broken… It doesn't matter where you ask. She'll let you use her in the rec room, the dining room, the library, and even the garden. She especially likes it whenever people are watching or close enough to hear her, almost as much as she likes it when lines are forming behind her...

…It's ironic. She wished to dominate the entire mansion. She always spoke of it. But now she's the one being dominated; by the mansion and all its inhabitants, doing her duty well of being the mansion's new fucktoy…

...And my master's new slave…

I hated that. I was supposed to be LeBlanc's only 'pet', but she had to go and get some cum on Syndra's lips. Once you get a taste of that wonderful stuff...

You get addicted.

You need a dose of it every day. I go crazy just thinking about it...

"Please cum in my mouth, please LeBlanc." Syndra would beg, nearly every day. And that pissed me off. I couldn't beg like that. I could only gesture…

But LeBlanc knew when I wanted a taste…

Always.

Sometimes, I catch Syndra holding her stomach whenever LeBlanc walks by, right where her cock reaches the deepest... I do the same. We'd both ask for her time, but LeBlanc is often busy, so all we could do is stare and lust for what she could summon between her legs. But whenever she was free when we were, we'd go and see her right away.

But Syndra was free more often than I am… I can't count how many times now I've walked in on LeBlanc already 'using' her. And when I do, it gets me livid and envious, because it meant I had to share... No matter what's happening, I run in and fight for that cock, because that cock is mine. And LeBlanc would love watching us fight over it. During blowjobs, Syndra's and I's tongues would swirl up and down our master's huge length, and we would fight over whose mouth it would be in. And then eventually, we'd be begging LeBlanc to fuck someone's anus, and it'd usually result in her alternating thrusts between us both. But eventually, I'd cum, and Syndra would pout and watch as I convulsed from the forces of my wondrous orgasm. It'd drive her insane, but then a pout would be on my face as I had to watch LeBlanc pummel away at her for much longer than I could handle… But it didn't matter, because, at the end of the night, we would end up in the same place; on our knees with our mouths open, tongues sticking out as LeBlanc's cum coated our faces and danced upon our taste buds…

Author's Note:

Finally, it's over. I really enjoyed writing this last chapter, had this planned out halfway throughout the story and couldn't wait to get to this part. Also, sorry for taking so long with updates, I'm so busy nowadays and got really burned out writing first person POV. But now that this is over, I have lots of other ideas I can finally work on. Be sure to follow me on twitter so you can stay up to date on what I'm writing, and see some good League of Legends rule34 artwork ;).

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