Interlude / 02

Witty Title: She'll Bring Me Pain


If there is one thing I've gained from this experience, it's a new found respect for nipple clamps and the agony they induce. Should I ever escape this blissful prison I'll be sure to add them to my personal arsenal of torture devices. However, escape seems… rather unlikely, especially given my current situation. Even if we ignore the fact that my hands, ankles, thighs, and midsection are all currently tightly bound in magic-nullifying rope, I'm still locked away in this impregnable dungeon.

Her dungeon.

When I first came to that blue haired vixen all I wanted was another good fuck. Our first time together, though rather short and aggressive, made me feel more alive in ten minutes than I'd felt in years. I wanted that raw, animalistic, overly passionate sex again. I didn't expect to be tied up and kept as a slave. I didn't realize she would come to me several times every hour, teasing me in every which way, touching me in all the right places, leisurely dragging her tongue up my thigh while her hands held a firm grip on my bottom. She would savor in the painstakingly slow speed at which she licked while her cursed tongue made its way all the way up my leg, until…

...ahem…

Perhaps I owe you an explanation.

I am a masochist. And a big one at that. But I've had a hard time partaking in my fetish because most sadists at the Institute are a bit… frightening. Asking someone like Evelynn or Syndra to hurt me for pleasure would likely result in my death, even if I'm a Fallen Angel. But Sona? She's not wholly evil. Just a nice girl with a dark side. Perfect for what I needed. Or so I thought.

Ever since our battle concluded I knew I needed more of her. I craved it. I found my fingers permanently between my legs in my free time when I thought of all the things she would do to me. I resisted the temptation to go see her for a few days, but I couldn't hold back any longer. So I went to her place and told her my wish. And she obliged. She offered me some tea before we got started, and after I drank it I found my vision waning along with my consciousness.

When I woke up, I was in the state I find myself today. My hands were expertly tied together at the wrists by a thick, brown rope, which led upwards, finally ending at the ceiling. It had no slack in it whatsoever. In other words, my feet did not touch the ground, as the rope around my hands kept my body dangling there, inches above the ground. My ankles were in a similar state as my wrists, wrapped painfully taut. My thighs also had a fair share of rope around them, though they were not as tightly bound as my wrists and ankles. Finally, I had a series of ropes ranging all over my midsection. My breasts had ropes running just above and below them, constricting them and making them appear even more plump and swollen than normal. The worst one, though, was the rope in between my pussy. It nuzzled itself between my lips and rode up the crack of my ass, and it connected with the ropes around my breasts. My purple skin had red, angry marks lying underneath where the rope was positioned, indicating the severe chafing that I'd been undergoing the last few days.

My first instinct when I awoke like this was to break free, so I attempted to conjure up some dark magic to disintegrate the ropes. Much to my dismay, my powers were gone. That's when I knew it was enchanted rope. I had dealt with similar instruments in the past, so it was not too far fetched. Where Sona had gotten it, however, I'd never know.

If the humiliation ended with the ropes, then it wouldn't have been so bad, but there was more. I had a large, red ball gag in my mouth that connected itself behind my head with straps. Initially, when I found my magic to be useless, I tried to call for help.

Yeah, that wasn't my brightest moment. All that came out was incoherent mumbles and gibberish.

On my nipples were two metal clamps attached to one another by a lazily hanging chain. They were cold. Painfully cold. And speaking of pain, they hurt like a bitch. I'd never used nipple clamps in the past, though I did know of them, but I never expected them to hurt so much. I had a small buttplug in my ass. It didn't hurt; I was well acquainted with anal sex, but it was still there nonetheless, providing me with a modicum of pleasure. On my clit was a small, spherical vibrator. It was attached to the rope that flowed from my pussy lips up my stomach and finally to my breasts. It really was tiny, probably about the size of a couple gumballs, but it served its sinister purpose. Sona didn't want me to have a chance to 'cool off' while she was gone, so she would turn it on. It couldn't make me cum, there just simply wasn't enough stimulation, but it kept me aroused. By the time she would come back I would already be dripping.

The worst part, though? That had to be the mirror. Sona wouldn't just settle for putting me in all this bondage. She wanted me to feel it deep in my soul. And although I was a Fallen Angel and mostly immune to pain, I wasn't immune to embarrassment. See, I could handle being dangled from the ceiling with a rope and the nipple clamps. They hurt, but not very much compared to what a mortal would feel. But Sona, being the sexual deviant that she was, had propped up a gigantic mirror only ten or so feet in front of me. It was large enough to reflect my entire form, and since I could not move, I was forced to stare at my pathetic body. All tied up, hot and bothered, aching for release. I looked like a grade-A slut.

How long have I been like this? A few days? A week? I do not know. I have lost all sense of time. Sona feeds me daily (even though I do not require sustenance. I believe she just enjoys doing it), and allows me to shower with her so long as I'm wearing my restraints, so it is not like I am being tortured too severely. I suppose I was the one that asked for her to dominate me, so I got what I deserved. But I had no idea this was what was in store for me.

All of sudden I hear the door on the opposite side of the room creak open. It is miserable that it is facing away from me, because I can never see her enter. I cannot see what toys she has brought to torment me with, nor can I see how she looks or even who she is. For all I know, every time that door opens it could be a high summoner walking in. If someone were to see me like this… all tied up and vulnerable… Ah! The embarrassment alone would probably kill me.

"Hello, Morgana…" Her voice tears me away from my thoughts. Her telepathy still freaks me out a little, but I get over it quickly. I know by now that she likes to be greeted when she comes in.

"Heroele-Soasma." I incoherently mumble into the gag. It doesn't really matter what I say, neither her nor I can understand it. So long as I attempt to say something. I hear her set something down, most likely a bag of sorts. It probably contains several dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, and much more. Things that under normal circumstances are wonderful, but under these circumstances are horrifying.

See, Sona has had a mantra of sorts with my torment. She believes I cum far too easily and uses our battle as evidence. So, she put herself to task to fix this. Under no circumstances am I allowed to cum. Every day, she comes in here with new toys, each pleasing my in ways I never knew. She feeds into my masochism with her sadism, hitting me, spanking me, and dripping wax on me, all in an effort to get me as aroused as possible. And, by god, does it work. I am so turned on when she gets to work on me. Her fingers alone bring unimaginable pleasure. But, Sona is cruel. She edges me, a concept which, before this visit, I was wholly unfamiliar with. She'll get me right there, on the verge of release, feeling the white hot electricity of an orgasm that is about to happen, before retracting all stimulation, leading to my woeful moans and pathetic mewls. And she's damn good at edging me. I've never felt so close to orgasm in my life. She has a knack for knowing when I'm about to cum, because no matter how hard I try to hide it, she always pulls back just in time. I figure it has to do with telepathy, but who really cares? It's all the same in the end.

I am again ripped away from my thoughts when I feel soft fingers tracing the nape of my neck all the way down to the small of my back. I can do little but shiver from her cold touch. At this point, any foreign simulation, no matter how small, gives me a jolt of pleasure. Because she is standing behind me, most of her body is hidden behind mine in the mirror, but I can make out some of her form. She is wearing a black corset with white pinstripes running down it. On her legs are black stockings, connected to her corset by garters. I cannot see what is between her legs, if anything at all, nor can I see anything above her chest.

"Have you been a good girl while I was gone?" She asks, her voice cutting through me like I was hot butter.

"Mmphmm." I reply, trying my best to make the slur sound like an affirmation. She only giggles in response, her index and middle finger still caressing my back while her other hand comes into view. It slowly snakes its way up my stomach, purposefully avoiding my breasts while it continues onwards to massage my collarbone. I can now see that her hand is covered by a lace black glove, which extends back to her elbow. I feel the small vibrator between my legs turn off, giving my pussy a much needed reprieve.

All of sudden, her hand whips down from my collarbone to my right nipple, giving it a cruel pinch. I vehemently moan into the gag, enjoying the first real stimulation I've had in hours. I can already feel the wetness building between my thighs, and Sona must have noticed it too, because she relinquishes her hold on my areola almost just as fast as she obtained it.

I whimper a disappointed mewl, which elicits a cackle from my dominatrix.

"Don't worry, sweetie, today we're gonna have some real fun."

The way she says the word 'fun' makes my body tremble slightly, as I fear it does not bode well for me. Truth be told, if she would grant me an orgasm, just one, I could leave this place with no hard feelings. In all honesty, she has been pleasing me more than I could have imagined, but I have yet to fully release all of that pent up pleasure. Just one good climax and I would be a very, very happy woman. That's all I want.

I feel her fingers slide slowly down my back and onto my right ass cheek. Though I cannot see my backside, I know it must have all sorts of marks and bruises on it from all the spankings I've received over the last few days. Sona gingerly massages it, sliding her fingers all up and down my flesh while bringing the hand that was previously teasing my nipple to grip the other cheek. With her hands on both of my ass cheeks, she repeatedly pulls them apart, spreading me wide so she could see all that was between my legs, before letting go of them and allowing them to slap together. I can feel the heat from her breath on my bottom, and I know she is right next to it, her face mere inches away from my holes. What I wouldn't give to push her head right between my cheeks and suffocate her.

But, alas, she's the one in control. Not me.

As if to illustrate this point, Sona brings one of her hands down hard and slaps me on the right cheek. I yelp into the gag but not from the pain of the blow. Her spankings have all but ceased to cause any real pain at this point, instead only giving me satisfaction and a craving for more.

I know what you're thinking. I'm so pathetic, right? Here I am, the Mistress of Suffering, a Fallen Angel with powers most mortals could not even begin to comprehend, tied up and moaning like a bitch in heat for this… this deviant to hit me again and again. But I cannot help it. All creatures must abide by their nature, and my nature is to derive sexual pleasure from pain and humiliation.

Sona leaves momentarily and retreats to her bag. She rustles around in it for a few seconds, most likely obtaining several of her instruments, before returning to her place behind my back.

"Morg, your ass is already so red…" She says, one of her hands gently rubbing my rear. "It'd be shame if we made it worse."

I feel a sharp sting over both of my ass cheeks and instantly know which toy she's chosen to use first. The cane. A long, thin, wooden stalk, which gives harsh and quick blows to a poor victim's rear. It seems I am that poor victim today.

She strikes blow after blow on my unfortunate backside, each more painful than the last. I know I said earlier that her spankings didn't hurt, but I only meant the one's she administered with her hands. This kind hurt plenty. Sona didn't hold back; she never did. Each strike hurt more than the last, and although I could not see it, I knew they left red impressions behind. I could do little other than moan in both pain and pleasure into the gag. It just felt good. And bad. And that's why I enjoyed it so. By the time she was finished I could feel my excitement dripping down my thigh.

Somewhere deep down, I know this whole situation is turning me on. No matter how hard I try to convince myself that I was literally kidnapped and turned into a sex slave, I still find myself getting off on the idea of it all. Something about this woman using me for her own fun gets me all hot and bothered. The pain she inflicts only spurs on my arousal. Even her edging, though unbelievably frustrating at times, gives me a sexual rush. Being on the verge of cumming for so long makes me fantasize about how amazing it will be when I actually do. Will she fuck me in the ass when it happens? In the pussy? Will she use a vibrator, or make me do it with my own hands? Will she eat me out and let me squirt all over her face? Will she let me cum at all? I do not know, I can only hope. But I have a feeling that she's not that evil.

Sona placed the cane on the floor and picked up another item before circling around to the front of my body. It is now that I can fully see her form and, my oh my, what a sight it is to behold. She's worn many different outfits over the last few days, ranging from full leather suits to only undergarments to nothing at all, but this one has to be my favorite. As I stated earlier, she's wearing a black corset with white stripes, but the corset is not normal. It does not reach her breasts, instead cutting off just below them, allowing her massive bust to be completely bare for my eyes to feast upon. Her legs have stockings adorning them, but I failed to see the black stiletto high heels covering her feet. On her neck is a small black choker. Not too kinky, but definitely appreciated. She wore no panties, insteading choosing to go commando, but not completely. Inside her pussy was a modestly sized vibrating black dildo, which probably ranged about five inches in length. I could tell it had been in there for a while, as her juices had collected and spilled over onto her luscious thighs. Though I could not see it, I assumed there was a small butt plug in her ass, as she once admitted to me that she wore it everywhere she went. No, I'm not joking. Literally everywhere.

A slender hand reaches out and roughly gropes my breast. I buckle against my restraints, desperately trying to garner more stimulation. I should know better than anyone though: the more I beg, the less she gives.

"Awww." Sona makes a pouting face at me, sticking her bottom lip out and opening her eyes a tad wider. "Does somebody want more?"

Her hand continues its unceremonious groping while I moan an emphatic 'yes' into the gag. To my pleasant surprise, she does not pull away, but instead pushes forward, bringing her mouth straight to my other breast, suckling and biting my nipple. My eyes widen as another lewd moan escapes my lips, this one louder than all the ones prior.

Before I met this woman, I was very used to my sister's… tactics, if you will, when exploring my own masochism. Kayle was not a kind woman. She generally preferred tools when enacting my torture, using whips and dildos until I came. She hardly ever used her fingers, and even less her own mouth. But Sona was strange. Her methods of domination had small moments of… care. True care. She had no objections to using her own body to please mine. She would finger me, eat me out, bite my nipples, lick my asshole, and sometimes even kiss me. Every time she did these things I could sense the care in her actions. She genuinely wanted me to get off. Not all the way, mind you, but still.

She loved to hurt me, too. Just because she used her own body to do the 'dirty work' didn't mean she was the kindest person of all time. But I always especially loved when she treated me with such care as she was doing now. Her tongue slowly circled my areola, her teeth lightly clamped down upon it for a moment, and her knee gently drive itself between my thighs. The sheer intimacy of the act sent my mind into overdrive.

When Sona felt my breasts had been adequately tended to, she relinquished her hold on them. I let out a disappointed groan and, once again, buckled against the restraints. She knelt down and her head moved close to my womanhood, and for a brief moment, I believed she might even eat me out. Much to my chagrin, she did not, but I had no time to express my frustrations as I felt her gentle fingers rub my swollen clit and lips, carefully avoiding the rope to not cause any more pain to the area. She removed her fingers quickly and held them close to her own face, observing the clear liquid coating her digits. With a satisfied smirk, she inserted them into her own mouth, sucking away at my nectar and smiling like it tasted glorious.

I bet it did.

"Morgana, I can tell how badly you want to cum," She said. "But you have to admit, aren't you enjoying our playtime, even just a little?"

Once again I slur an incoherent noise into the gag, but it was obviously a sound of affirmation.

"What's that? I can't hear you." She teases, knowing damn well that I am enjoying it. "If you want a reward, I need to hear some more from you."

Obviously, the Maven of the Strings wants me to humiliate myself. Why else would she ask me to enthusiastically beg for more? Funny thing is, I don't even have to think about it before I make my decision. At this point I want to orgasm so badly, I'd do pretty much anything she asked. So I oblige, moaning and groaning into the gag, all the while pleading at her with my eyes to fuck me silly.

Sona giggles before reaching down and picking up her newest toy: the hitachi. That damn vibrator arouses me more than any other I've ever used. She gingerly slides the rope between my pussy lips to the side and removes the miniscule vibrator attached to it, allowing full access to my womanhood, before taping the sex instrument over my clit. In her hand is a small remote control, and she takes a few steps back before turning on the machine with it.

I instantly feel a bolt of lightning run through my body as the vibrator begins its work. She started on a low setting, which disappoints me slightly, but to be honest, I'm pretty happy to have it on at all. My moans begin low and course, almost primal in nature. At this point, as I stare into the mirror at my ravaged form, I can see little less than the animal I have become. My eyes are wild and darting, my body trembling and shaking. There is a copious amount of saliva running down my chin, probably due to all the moaning I've done into this stupid gag. I can see the hitachi doing its duty down below, and I feel the wetness collecting between my thighs.

My eyes are taken off of my own body as they are drawn to something else, something far more interesting. Sona is only a few feet away, but she has assumed a… perplexing position. Often times, the Maven of the strings will whip, flog, or burn me while I'm getting off, but today is different. She is on her back, with both legs up in the air and bent at the knee. Her usual buttplug has been removed and replaced by a huge black dildo, reaching upwards of eight inches by my best estimate. Her pussy is free from any vibrator and instead she is gently rubbing it with her hand. Her other hand is gingerly working the dildo in and out of her ass. I can see a pleasure induced blush lining her face.

"Morg, wanna play a game?" She asks, her body trembling slightly from the various sources of pleasure she's receiving.

I have no choice in the matter, so I nod my head yes in agreeance.

"You know that I edge myself, correct?"

Again, I nod.

"The truth is, I've been thirsting for an orgasm just as long as you have." She presses a button on the remote, which is held between her thumb and index finger, causing the hitachi pleasing me to speed up dramatically. I can instantly feel the difference, and I moan straight into the gag, feeling wonderful bolts of electricity shoot up my spine. My eyes have all but glossed over and I can hardly see anything at this point but a hazy vision of my captor on the ground.

"I won't stop the hitachi, Morg." She says. My eyes spring open as I survey her face. Is she lying? Is this another method of torture? I mean, I don't think she's ever lied to me before. But I have a hard time believing she'd let me cum that easily.

"I won't stop it… unless I cum."

Ah, there it is. The catch. Now I understand. It's almost ironic, really. When we first had sex, it was a battle to see who could orgasm last. Now, she wants us to have a battle to see who can orgasm first.

"You understand, don't you?" Her angelic voice rings in my head again while I see the speed in which her hands are moving has increased. "If you cum first, you get to have an orgasm! I know you've been craving one for so long. But if I cum first, I'm turning that hitachi off. And there will be a punishment in store for you."

I can already feel heat building between my loins. I would consider myself a pretty sexually active person, so you can imagine what being denied release for so long has done to me. At this point, I'm nearing insanity, so I violently shake my head in agreeance, praying to all the deities I know that my body doesn't betray me.

Sona merely giggles and speeds up her own stimulation. I can't help but stare at her. I'd never seen the underside of her thighs before, but with her legs up in the air they are quite the sight to behold. So soft and luscious… What I wouldn't give to fall asleep on them. The way her asshole engulfs the dildo is… impressive, to say the least, and the rhythmic circular motions her hand makes on her pussy is almost hypnotizing. I wish she would touch me like that.

That being said, I'm feeling pretty aroused too. Not only because of the hitachi, but because I finally have the chance to cum. She's never given me any opportunity before, but at this moment I can go and take it. So I stare at her perfect form, devouring her flesh with my eyes as I get closer and closer to orgasm. I can feel it approaching, turning my skin hot like I'd been dropped into a bathtub of boiling water. There is sweat dripping down every inch of my body, and in the mirror I can see I've become quite shiny and lubricated because of it. And, oh god, am I wet. I've practically been dripping down there since I woke up in this dungeon, but now, I feel my juices practically oozing out, dribbling down my inner thighs all the way to my calves. Another lust filled moan escapes my lips as my eyes find their way to Sona again, but this time what I see gives me only anxiety.

There she is, hands furiously at work, with a blush over her entire face and moans aplenty to boot. I can see from the way her eyes are beginning to roll back that she is about to cum. I myself am living on the edge too, but it's too late. Her body spasms for a second and she practically screams from the pleasure, throwing her head back while she squirts her nectar all over the floor in front of her. I don't even have time to feel disappointed, as I am so, so, so fucking close myself. I knew there was a chance she would be so caught up in her own orgasm that it would keep her stunned for the few precious seconds I needed, so I only focused on my own arousal.

I could feel it! Right there! My orgasm was building, just under the surface, ready to break free. It build, and built, and built-

Suddenly, with a nonchalant flick of the wrist, Sona hit the button on the remote control to turn off my hitachi completely, and my body froze up. For a few seconds, we stayed still, Sona smiling sheepishly at me while I remained tense and flexing.

We continued our wordless stare until she laughed at me and I let loose a harrowing scream of anguish and disappointment. I don't think I've ever been as upset as I am now in my entire life. If it weren't for these damn magic nullifying ropes, I would probably kill her, right here, right now. Scratch that, I would definitely kill her. But, alas, my position is not one of power, and I am subject to her demands.

I was so fucking close! Closer than I've been any time prior. If I had one more second, maybe even less than that, I'm sure I would be cumming buckets right now instead of screeching pathetically in agony.

Once my tantrum ends and I calm down, the Maven decides to chime back in.

"Looks like I won, Morg." She's wearing a shit eating grin on her face, relishing in the absolute destruction of my spirit. "Are you ready for your punishment?"

I can't even respond. At this point, I'm numb to everything other than the ever present pain of being denied release. I hear Sona saying something else in my head while she removes the hitachi from my groin, but I purposefully tune it out. It isn't until I hear the door behind me open, while Sona stands in front of me, that my eyes spring back to life.

I'm panicked as I hear footsteps on the far side of the room that belong to someone other than Sona. She seems perfectly normal, though, smiling with closed eyes as the person slowly approaches. Is it a high summoner? Another champion? Did she do all of this to purposely humiliate me in front of Kayle? The question is killing me until the mystery person steps in front of me, and I'm left more confused than anything else.

Before me stands… Soraka, clad in literally nothing but nipple clamps, ropes, a red gag, and a vibrator strapped over her womanhood. I'd never seen the Starchild nude until now, and I have to admit, she hides quite the body under that tunic. Her skin is soft and blue and supple, mirroring my purple skin in a way. Her breasts are on the smaller size, almost laughably so when contrasted with Sona's massive tits, but they are alluring in their own way, with cute, perky nipples. She turns her back to me and kneels in front of Sona. The Maven gently rubs her face before forcing it in between her legs, and I'm left absolutely dumbfounded as to why the Starchild is eating out my torturer while she is clothed in nothing but BDSM wear.

"Morg?" Sona's voice finally breaks through all the numbness and I'm brought back to reality. I gently shake my head to rid myself of all the fogginess and stare at Sona. She sighs, either from relief or pleasure, and resumes talking. "I'm glad you're back to reality. I'm assuming you didn't hear anything I just said, hmm?"

I nod my head yes, almost shamefully so.

"Well, Soraka is one of my playthings, just like you, so I thought I should bring you all together. It would be greedy to keep all of you to myself."

I can't respond, so I just mumble into the gag, confused as to why the goat lady is even here. It's not like I dislike Soraka, in fact, seeing her all tied up and submissive is a bit of a turn on, but I desperately want answers that I physically cannot ask for.

Sona seemingly reads my mind as she says, "She's here for you, Morg. And me." She stifles another laugh as the Starchild continues her ravenous service to Sona's flower. I tilt my head downwards and watch the spectacle, both out of intrigue and arousal. Soraka is kneeling down with her ass resting on her heels. I have a perfect view of her. All of her. The butt plug currently occupying the Starchild's asshole is large. I internally cringe when I realize it must be at least double, maybe triple the size of mine. Who knows how long she's been wearing it, too? On her ass cheeks, as well as all the way up her back, are red, angry lashes, presumably administered by Sona. I reckon my back and bottom are in a similar state. Finally, I note how utterly enthusiastic she is in her cunnilingus. She seems genuinely thrilled to be eating Sona out, like it's some sort of rare reward. I continue watching the duo for what feels like a few more minutes until Sona gently pushes her away. I raise an eyebrow at this, because if I was in Sona's position, I would've let Soraka eat me out till I came all over her face. I certainly wouldn't stop her preemptively, like the Maven did. But I digress, the Starchild takes her place at the side of Sona, with her eyes on the ground, while Sona steps up to me and holds my chin.

"Soraka loves being edged." She says. "She hasn't cum in over a month…"

For a moment, I am absolutely horrified. Is this my fate? To be edged and edged and edged until I no longer desire an orgasm, only more edging?

Luckily, Sona clarifies her intentions.

"But she's a different breed, Morg. Not like you." I breathe a sigh of release out of my nose when I hear her say this, but have little time to relax as she continues, "I feel like I've edged you enough, so we're gonna play another game. If you lose this one, though, I can't promise you'll get the chance to cum any time soon."

I feel a fair bit of excitement at the prospect of another chance to orgasm, but that last sentence makes my heart sink a bit.

"H-hrow- lrong?" I mumble into my gag.

"Hmmmm." She says, tapping her finger against her chin, before flashing me a wolfish grin. "Let's say, for starters, you'll get another month of edging before I give you a chance to redeem yourself."

Did I just hear that correctly?

A month?

A fucking month?

I would be driven absolutely insane by then. Fear starts to set in and I begin thrashing against my bindings, trying to break free. Of course, my efforts are to no avail, but it does get the attention of my torturer.

"Morgana." She says, her tone stern and short. "My playthings don't behave like that. Calm yourself. Besides, all you have to do… is cum when I say so."

My eyebrow raises and a shoot her a questioning gaze to which she responds to by giggling and removing the gag from the Starchild's mouth.

"It is one of Soraka's favorite games. In fact, I think she should be the one to explain it." Sona gestures to the newly freed celestial to speak. Soraka bows slightly towards her, an action which confuses me even further, before looking at me for the first time since she entered.

"The game is relatively simple." The Starchild says, her voice somewhat soft but filled with excitement. "Mistress and I will please you as much as we can, using whatever tactics we deem fit. Under no circumstances are you allowed to orgasm until Mistress tells you to." I can see a slight smile adorning Soraka's features as she talks. It's clear she's played and enjoyed this game before. She continues, "Once she gives you the okay, you must orgasm within ten seconds. If you fail to do so within the allotted time, you lose. If you try to make us slow down or you pass out from holding in your orgasm for too long, you lose. If you orgasm before Mistress says… Well, just don't do that. Trust me." I see the fear in her eyes, and that same fear soon envelops me. I was enjoying my time before this, even with all the denial and everything. Sona was a master in the arts of BDSM. Though she may not look the part, she was born to be a dominatrix. And I've been relishing in that during my time here. But this? This is out of hand. Crazy. Insane. Probably illegal, too.

Still, I cannot deny that somewhere deep down, I'm getting off on this. I know, I know. It's fucked up. What can I say? I had a dysfunctional childhood. Maybe that's why I am the way I am.

"Let's begin." Sona says, flashing me one last grin before walking behind me and out of my eyesight. I hear her ruffling around in her bag for a moment, but I don't give it much heed, as I have more pressing matters to attend to.

Remember when I was watching Soraka eat out Sona and wishing the Starchild would do the same for me?

Well… She is. Like, right now.

Before I even had a chance to react, the celestial got to her knees and plunged her tongue deep inside of my womanhood.

Instantly, pleasure washes over me in waves. Her tongue was truly as skilled as it looked. She starts with my clit, slowly lapping up and down on it, not going too fast nor too slow. Before long, she teases my lips and moves further down, fully embracing my womanhood with no trace of her shy demeanor to be found. I can hardly contain myself, releasing moan after moan into the gag. She does not speak, but she does maintain constant eye contact with me. Another one of my turn ons. Sona does this too on the rare occasion that she eats me out, and I looooove it. There's something incredibly sensual and intimate about eye contact, and I want nothing more than to shower her face with my nectar while I stare into those large golden orbs.

I even consider doing it for a moment. I mean, It's not like Sona could stop me. If I wanted to, I could cum right now. But, I'm not stupid. I saw the horror in Soraka's eyes when she told me not to cum prematurely, and I assume she was scared because she's experienced what happens when you do. So I grit my teeth, close my eyes, and hold on for dear life.

That is until I notice my butt plug being removed and something else inserted into my anus.

I cannot see it, but I can feel it, and I know what it is. Sona is behind me, fucking me in the ass with her favorite strapon. It allows insertion for both the receiver and the user, meaning she has to put it in her pussy so she can fuck my ass. It's also quite large, boasting a seven inch flesh colored rod, which she has decided to use to its full potential. My poor bottom is pounded as she bottoms out inside of me, and my eyes begin rolling backwards from the ecstacy and pain it inflicts. I had to try my hardest to contain my orgasm from just Soraka, but this? This is too much. How can she expect anyone to suppress their orgasm in this state?

But wait, there's more.

I feel a sharp sting on my back and I realize that this… this bitch is actually whipping me while I'm being anally fucked and orally serviced. She knows being whipped is one of my fetishes! She know how much it gets me off!

I feel another sharp sting, this time across my left ass cheek, and I moan again into the gag. It's honestly a miracle I haven't cum yet, but I know that I cannot keep it up for much longer. Soon, my body's growing frustration for an orgasm will overpower my mental fortitude. Sona seemingly notices this too, but instead of slowing down her pace, she begins going faster, slamming her fake cock right into my ass with more bravado than before.

"Morg, you better not cum yet…" She says, lust, seduction, and intimidation all present in her tone. "Just hold out a little… bit… longer."

Every second is blissful misery for me. I writhe against the ropes, struggling with all my might to contain my orgasm. It's strange, for so many days before this I've begged as much as I could to cum, yet, now, I find myself doing quite the opposite.

I feel three quick cracks against my back, sending me into overdrive, before I feel Sona unfastening the gag from my mouth. It falls harmlessly to the floor, and for a moment, she stops her brutal ass fucking. Soraka also stops servicing my pussy, too. A hand from behind clinches my chin and forces my gaze to the mirror.

"Tell me Morg, what do you see?"

I am a bit shocked by the sight before me. After staring into this mirror for so long, you'd think I'd have gotten used to my less than prudent appearance, but it appears I have not. I see a broken woman before me, with her nipples severely bruised from the clamps, her skin littered with red, angry blemishes, her pussy dripping wet, with juices running down her thighs. I see a woman driven mad by her torturer, with eyes wild and darting, body tense and on edge, mouth drooling with saliva. I see...

"A slut." I say. The sound of my own voice somewhat startles me. I haven't heard myself speak in days, maybe weeks. I don't even know why I'm saying what I'm saying. It just feels… right.

"I see a slut," I repeat, my voice stronger with more conviction now behind it. "That desperately wants to cum… for her master."

Somewhere along the line, I must have realized that this was how it going to turn out. Sona wasn't going to just let me go, not without owning my soul first. The last few days of constant edging and denial haven't been to strengthen my control, like she once claimed. No, they've been to capture my being. To enslave my mind to her and her alone. To become her bitch. Her slut. Her submissive.

And you know what? It feels damn great to finally accept that. Judge me if you will. Call me a whore. Tell me I have a weak resolve. I don't care. I've been in pure bliss during my stay here. Sure, agony accompanies the bliss, but it is better than feeling nothing at all, which is what my life was like before I met Sona. If being her slut means I get to continue these amazing sexual excursions, then I'll be her slut till time itself ends.

I don't see Sona's face after my proclamation of submission, but I know it had that same shit eating grin she always wears when she succeeds in something. Her hips begin slowly gyrating, plunging her cock into my ass once again, and Soraka resumes her pussy eating. Almost instantly, I can feel myself on the edge again, riding a wave of pain and pleasure.

"I'm glad you feel that way, Morg." She says, her voice itself tickling my soul and sending butterflies to my stomach. "Now it is almost time for your reward, but first, you must beg for it. Show me how much you want your master to please you."

"P-please Mistress…" I say, intent on wasting no time. I realize that they aren't slowing down, and that my orgasm is nearing unavoidableness at this point, so I have to beg quickly, lest I cum too early. "Please let me cum! Let me cum all over Soraka's face! Let me cum while you fuck my ass, Mistress!"

Y'know, I normally would consider myself a relatively strong person. I've lived a long, long time, developed and lost more relationships than I can count, and fought in more wars than I cared to remember. I would never, in a million eons, have imagined that those words would come from my own mouth. Yet, they did, and here I am, begging to cum like a bitch in heat. And I loved it.

Sona's thrusts increase in intensity, ravaging my asshole like no other before. "Cum." She says.

Cum. That's it. That's all she says. Just a singular word. A command. An order for me to carry out.

And, let me tell you, I carry it out in full.

Almost instantly, I let my mind relax and give my body full control, and the result is legendary. My entire body convulses as if I'm being exorcised and my moans quickly turn into screams of pleasure. A shower of juices explode from my womanhood, painting a beautiful visage over the Starchild, who seems more than happy to continue her work. Sona continues pounding my ass and lashing my back, which causes my eyes to roll to the back of my head. Just as I begin coming down from my first orgasm, I feel another one build and release, all in the span of probably ten seconds. I would have been shocked by this, but, at this point, I'm not even remotely grounded in reality. Soon after, a third comes, then a fourth, a fifth, a sixth...

I don't remember passing out, but the last thing I can recall was the gorgeous face of the Starchild covered in my cum. Her hair was sopping wet, and I had released so much onto her it dripped down and practically covered her entire body.

When I awoke, I was laying on my side in a bed with two other women. Sona was directly in front of me, her naked chest pressed against my own, her nipples prodding against mine. Behind me was Soraka, her back turned to me, with her shapely rear embracing me and rubbing against my own. They were fast asleep, and I took a moment to appreciate their peaceful forms. One would never believe that these two serene beauties were unbelievably kinky in their private time.

I breathed a heavy sigh and closed my eyes, eager to fall back asleep. Seeing as my ropes were off, it was clear that Sona now trusted me, as I trusted her. I knew not what awaited me tomorrow, but I knew one thing.

I was looking forward to it.


Sorry for being a week late. I blame college. And Insomnia. And writer's block.

This chapter is pretty long (8k words) by my standards and I'm relatively proud of it. It took me a while to form the idea, but when I finally had it, I basically couldn't stop writing.

I took the first person point of view approach in this chapter, as evidenced by the fact that… well… it's written from Morgana's point of view. I was experimenting a bit here, because, generally speaking, everything creative I've ever written in my life has been in third person omniscient point of view. It's just how my brain works, I guess. Anyway, I wanted to try something new, so let me know you felt about the first person ppv in this chapter. I may be willing to use it in actual matches later on if it was well received. Also, I tried my best to keep as much of it in present tense as possible, which is another deviation from my usual usage of past tense.

I hope all of you BDSM fans out there had a good time reading. I know I had a ton of fun writing this thing. By the way, I originally wasn't going to put Soraka in this, but I got inspired after seeing a picture of her on tumblr. I'll reblog it so you can see, if you're curious ;)

Next update will be Ashe vs. Akali, so be on the lookout for that. I'm excited to get started on it.

Until next time,

~~Aelinna