Fiora laid in the back seat of the car, her eyes nearly lifeless under the cloth that hid them. It had been three days since the two males stole her from her life, forging her signature on a resignation letter and snatching her unconscious form from the office after they rendezvous for another brutal session. Everything she had worked for, everything she worked towards was taken away through a few short words and a single signature. She had nothing now, and she knew that there would be no returning to how things were.
Fiora Laurent, Headmistress to Lightsheild University was dead, replaced by some broken and defiled prostitute soon to meet her new owner. Her tears had long dried up, and the pain she felt with her situation became numb to her senses. She was a mere shell now, a puppet of debauchery whose puppeteer was passing the wires over to a blank face and a fat wallet.
The trio had been on the road for two and a half days, stopping at various motels with the alias of "a married couple and childhood friend on a road trip". It seemed to hold as an excuse enough for the owners of the rest stops to book them, and eventually lead to more moments of either food, sleep or sex. It wasn't until this morning where they placed a blindfold and gag over her face as they were driving. They weren't satisfied just yet with her as it seems, and with their prize within reach and the incentive close to their fingers, they constantly celebrated with fucking her until she was either unconscious or they grew tired. The moments she did sleep was disturbed with them continuing, her eyes opening to one sheathed in her mouth and/or the other stuffing one of her lower holes.
Even in this moment in the moving vehicle, the dark-skinned man that used to be a math teacher was balls deep over her, his hands to her hip and breasts as he thrusted violently into her instinctively moistened core. His groans and grunts were mute to her ears, much like the rest of her world, and only the hard thrust that contrasted the previous series and the sudden swelling of gooey heat filling her core indicated his finish.
Not even ten seconds passed before she heard the engine to the SUV whir down, the car slowing up and moving to the left. When the car came to a complete halt, she felt a pair of hand grab her shoulders and sit her up, removing the blindfold and gag. Although the sudden sunlight to her previously blackened sight nearly blinded her, she adjusted enough and looked around to survey their location. After noticing the tainted city of Zaun some dozen or so miles from their location and the fact that there was nothing but a rather large building in every other direction, she could assume it was the middle of nowhere and the desired location they were coming to. She felt Caleb slide a pair of boxers onto her legs and up to her waist, before pulling her out the car.
"Welcome to your new home, Fiora. The Chemical Reaction." James called, looking at the building. Fiora followed his gaze to the establishment, the remnants of her analytical mindset taking in notes of the structure. Neon lights that were worn and cracked of female anatomy framed the main sign, which hung on old and rusted metal bars above the building. The building itself was about two stories high, it built on rusting metal and chipping wood. The windows on the first and second floor were either boarded up or curtained. It was obvious to literally anyone with two brain cells that the actual building was in shambles and out of function, so the only option was either the basement or one alternative establishment elsewhere. Fiora caught awareness to the cloak and hood that was wrapped around her shoulders after the hood blocked half her vision. She turned to see Caleb at her left, adjusting her under clothes as neat as possible while making sure the cloak hid her features and body.
"Would hate it if some random joe recognized a face like yours and started assuming. We maybe hundreds of miles from the city, but it won't matter if after all that you still get picked up on." He mentioned. She merely looked at him blankly, not caring for his plan or able to care for his intentions considering the dark deed they committed was nearing completion. All they had to do to her knowledge was show the buyer her, grab whatever had the cash and leave. And at this point the sooner they did the sooner it was that she could get some physical freedom, even for a brief moment.
"And…done. Now no one should pick you up as a female, let alone the former headmistress of the university" Caleb stated, drawing a confused look from James.
"Why would that matter?" he asked.
"Trust me, you don't want to be a chick here, especially with Zaun's most notorious swimming around in there. The last time I was here and saw a guy bring a lady, he was killed on the spot, his girl raped and then left here as a whore. She killed herself a few days later from the trauma." He explained, drawing a shocked gaze from the former coach. "Unless you want to get caught with this, don't say anything."
Fiora didn't acknowledge his words. She merely stared on as she had been for the last few days. Caleb decided to leave her silence as an agreement and turned her toward the establishment. Before they did move, however, James' curiosity caught up to him.
"…just to be clear, this is the place right? We're not walking into nothing out of bounds, are we?" he asked, placing a hand to Caleb's shoulder.
"If you are skeptical about the place because of how it looks outside, then the boss here is doing just fine." Caleb assured. "They specifically picked this spot cause of the fact that it was run under five years ago by a biker gang from the inner parts of Zaun. A place literally torn by the elements and time would be perfect to hold an illegal op like whoring and smuggling. Besides, you haven't seen the actual shop yet."
James threw a glance to the male, but shrugged and gestured for him to proceed. Caleb gently pushed Fiora forward, letting her walk to the steps and opening the old door that seemed locked by bars but was broken. As the door opened fully, the midday sunlight brightened the dusty and dim interior. What could be seen immediately was the dust covered tables and chairs on the right side of the room, and on the left was a bar shelf that was mostly broken. Holes that led outside giving more light to the room littered the walls and ceiling, and webs of spiders both old and current coated almost every spot near a wall or corner.
"Through here. I will lead, since when we head down to the basement, we have to knock three times every four steps on the wall to keep the animals that still live here away." Caleb mentioned as he pointed to a hallway on the other side of the room. James didn't bother asking why, since it seemed that with such a specific number and action, you would have to know before you ventured to avoid potentially getting hurt or worse. Fiora remained silent.
The three moved through the room and to the hall. The floor creaked desperately against the weight from the trio, and after passing two rooms with their doors boarded up completely, Caleb stopped and walked through the third down some steps. Just as he mentioned, with every four steps he went down, he knocked three times. James didn't hear anything respond to his actions, but remained silent as he followed. When they came down to the door at the bottom of the steps, Caleb knocked another three times on the frame. All was silent for five seconds, until key lock above the knob jiggled and pulled in, leaving a hole.
"Password." A deep, gruff voice bellowed from the other side of the door, audible only through the hole that was made. The sudden introduction stirred Fiora's thoughts as she looked to the source. She moved her eyes around and checked her surroundings, confused to her location as she hadn't truly picked up on the surroundings until just now.
"Personality Means Ass." Caleb replied. After a second pause, the keylock refit itself from the other side back into the hole, before twisting counter clockwise to face downward. Another series of shuffling locks and clicks sounded before the door pulled open, the frame shockingly thicker and larger than what it appeared to be. On the other side, a person that literally shadowed the three of them glared down to their faces with analytical eyes. They were nearly double the mass in muscle than even James, the rugged unkempt hair falling to his shoulders. Besides them was what Fiora could make out some shotgun, either double barreled or basic pump, she wasn't sure, but didn't get the chance to find out as their eyes bored into hers like a mining drill into soft dirt. It wasn't until they met with Caleb's that their own widened for a second.
"What the fuck do you want. You know you're not welcome here." The guard growled to the former math teacher.
"Deb, please. I wouldn't be here if I didn't have business with Big E. Move the fuck out the way with your morbidly obese ass so I can hurry out of here. I can smell the chicken grease oozing from your bacon fat neck." Caleb returned with venom. The guard growled loudly gripping Caleb's collar with one hand and raising him to the air.
"Give me an excuse not to cut your fucking head off, Caleb."
"Because Big E has money on the pot through me." He returned, seemingly unaffected by the dangerous aura and position he was in. The larger guard went silent for a second before releasing his hold on Caleb, letting him drop to the floor.
"You know the drill. Toys at the door or bodies on the floor." The guard grunted. Caleb scoffed.
"And when have I ever brought something remotely dangerous here, asswipe?" he scolded.
"Talking about the pot and your partner, partner."
"How much sludge did you drink this morning? Why the hell would I bring someone with a gun, or have a pot that is more strapped than I am? If I wanted to die, I would have made it easier by putting the damn thing to my head"
The grunted before stepping back and nodded for them to move pass. "next time, do us a favor and consider doing that, shit stain."
"Whatever" As Caleb moved, Fiora got a better view of the larger person, able to analyze who, or what, they were. It was through the convenience of the hood that covered her head that her eyes were hidden but with the little time to inspect the guard, she only took in that it was an obscenely strong male with enough testosterone or substances pumped in his system to turn a bull fight into a demonstration on slaughter house procedure.
As they progressed, Fiora could faintly hear the cries of pleasure and pain from further down the corridor they were walking. She looked past Caleb and saw a door with a light shining from the cracks. Somehow, looking at the male that guarded the door and came within consideration to manhandle the former math teacher, this was either a dangerous cartel or a fighting ring. The combination was too close to consideration for it to be even asked.
"Remember, if you don't want to end up dead or raped, shut up, don't look at anyone or anything, and follow close behind me. Do not take off that cloak for any reason, even if you're on your last breath and need oxygen." Caleb warned.
"Judging by the guy up front, I won't doubt your warning." James replied. Caleb merely chuckled.
"Yeah, take note of the guy we just met." He repeated with a tone of sarcasm. Neither Fiora or James could make out what he truly meant by it, but had little time to delve into the questions that came from it as they reached the end of the corridor and he opened the double door.
The first thing to greet the three was the bright neon lights that covered the astonishingly large room, bright enough to momentarily blind James and Fiora. Next were the sounds of coins piling along with jingles of casino machines. These sounds came from the right side of the enormous room, as the center held dozens of tables with what Fiora could only assume were card games. Some of the tables had money stacked higher than the people sitting around it, others had one or two females sitting on top, some had weapons. To the left of her vision was a array of tables and chairs with men seated facing the stage on the far left. On the stage was a man wearing a mask and an elaborate suit, gesturing to the several near nude women chained to his left. Judging by the raising hands and the general look, that was an auction for those women. Near the wall of the entrance was a bar that stretched from one end of the room to the other, several people behind the counter serving drinks to those sitting in the stools.
This is a criminal cartel ring…Fiora thought idly, recalling the laws that forbade almost everything that was oocuring before her eyes. Before she could truly surmise the area, she was pulled forward, the pace of their walking increasing as they passed the card tables. She could feel the many eyes of the people that she passed, and even heard some trailing whispers and murmurs. Most of which were men, but she could hear one or two women speaking.
"Caleb." A rather snarky voice called from in front of them, forcing them to stop walking. Fiora looked up to see a woman no younger than fifty five stand in front of them. She wore a red metallic dress that fell to her knees with a fur scarf covering her neck. "Pleasure as always to see you alive and kicking. Care to explain what you're here for?"
"I'm not telling." Caleb stated curtly before continuing, it wasn't until two large men stood before the trio that they were made to stop again.
"that is just rude. I am here to give friendly banter and conversation and you just shoo me off. I'm wounded." The woman spoke. "Maybe you deserve to feel my pain. Unless you feel chatty now?"
"I feel like throwing up. Let me pass."
"And who may this person be? Seems awfully small compared to your friend there. Is that per chance a-"
"That is my business." Another female voice called out. All eyes who were either on Caleb, Fiora or the woman who stopped the trio went to the newest voice, everyone going silent at the female. She was young, and by young she could be no older than twenty. She had almost snow white hair tied into a bun, and was surrounded by men in white suits. She herself wore a suit as well, except hers was pure black. "And I trust you not to interfere with it, Donna."
"…Elle? I didn't expect you to actually have business with the rat. It was you specifically that said-"
"It sounds like you're disagreeing with me, Donna. I remember what I said because I said it, I don't need an echo or reassurance to my policies." The young lady spoke. "I suggest you leave good enough alone and allow him to pass. He is going to my office for a transaction, and I do not like playing with my money or my products."
Regardless to whatever circumstance preceded, Fiora knew from just the way this woman effectively silenced the room that she was no one to trifle with, let alone hinder. Fiora peered to the elder woman, who physically took a step back in caution, her face giving a dreaded look. She looked to the guards that previously blocked the trio's path and gestured for them to move. They stepped back quickly providing space.
"Thank you for your cooperation, Donna. Always a pleasure chatting with an antique…personality such as yourself." Elle called. She walked past everyone, her own bodyguards following her before she passed Caleb. She stopped for a second, looking back to the dark skinned male. "She wasn't wrong. You shouldn't be here."
"E, I am only here to deal. Not to chat or start trouble. Let's just get this over with so I can get out of here." Caleb replied.
"You're awfully casual in conversation with me, Caleb. Remember I hold the keys to letting you out." Elle warned walking forward. The trio followed behind her until they were out of the casino area, the many people who saw the ordeal returning to their gambling and games. "Can I assume this thing under the rags is what you showed me?"
"Yeah. Can I assume you will hold your part of the deal?"
"When have I ever went out on a deal? Don't question my methods. You're already in black water, Caleb."
"And the only reason why I am not drowning is because you still need me, am I right?"
The young woman stopped once again, this time whipping the cane she was holding with speed Fiora herself was impressed to see. The distinct sound of a blade unsheathing sounded out, and the cane was pointing in the air after passing Caleb's chest. A second past before his shirt parted and a thin cut began to ooze blood from the wound. Still Caleb remained silent and stoic.
"If you're going to kill me, then hurry with it. I'm tired of pulling these jobs for you." Caleb spat, glaring at the young woman.
"Still nothing to lose? That is why I keep you. Watch your tongue when speaking to me, Caleb. Or you're going to wish killing you was a option." The woman warned. She sheathed her cane before proceeding down the hall that they were moving through. Within a minute of walking, they reached an ornate set of doors, to which her guards moved ahead to open. Looking into the room, one could only think of this place to be the quarters of royalty higher than the king of Demacia itself. The carpet was a soft maple brown, which complimented the white walls. The left side of the room had three people scanning dozens of screens, some picturing within the casino area, others looking outside the broken down building. There were even cameras that scanned some streets within Zaun, to the trio's surprise. To the right of the room was a private bar, a single man mixing a drink in a container before pouring the contents into a martini glass. In the center stood a single couch behind a enormous mahogany desk.
When they stepped forward through the frame, two males approached them and immediately patted them down. "Procedure. You know the jazz, Caleb. As much as I can handle someone stupid enough to bring equipment into my office, I like insurance." Elle said plainly as she handed her cane to another male who approached her.
"Even when you know I know what would happen?" Caleb replied.
"I know YOU know, Caleb. Your associates are new to me. Which begs the question," Elle sat behind the desk and in the couch, propping her hands onto the surface. The second she was seated, the drink the bartender mixed was placed next to her hands. "Who are you?"
"The pot and my partner." Caleb spoke up after being pat down.
"If I wanted to know them by you, I wouldn't have asked them, would I?" Elle shot back.
"My name is James Armstrong, former head coach to Lightshield University's football team." James answered.
"Oh how quaint. You brought a Demacian. I figured you would have cut ties with that lot years ago." Elle called.
"Just cause Zaun isn't a fan favorite to the king, doesn't mean I have to avoid the group all together. It just so happens that the pot here is…well was, Demacian nobility." Caleb mentioned. This made Elle's eyes widen, before a smile stretched on her face.
"Really now? Let's see if your words are true. Remove the hood and cloak." She ordered. The guards who patted Fiora down took off the ragged hood she was wearing exposing her disheveled form to everyone. When Elle saw her face, her smile fell drastically, her eyes turning into saucers. "…Fiora Diane Laurent? Of the house of Laurent?!"
"Yes. I am certain you are well acquainted with the house of Laurent, correct?" Caleb mentioned. Elle merely stared on, before grabbing the drink she was given and downing the substance in one go. Once she placed her glass to the desk, her smile returned, far wider and more sinister than before.
"You have given me quite the treat, Caleb. I feel like it's my fucking birthday with this." Elle called gleefully. "I was just speaking with a few Noxian diplomats a day or two ago and all they could talk about was how badly they wish to rail the uptight bitch that ran Demacia's best school. Now I have it dangling in front of me."
"Congratulations. Get a towel for the mess you made between your legs." Caleb shot back, earning a glare from all her guards. "Are we gonna deal? I'd rather throw up outside this shit stain of a place."
"Of course, we're going to deal, you fuck. I need a proper appraisal of the product first." Elle stated. "Ms. Laurent, if you cherish your life, remove your clothing and do a full three sixty turn for me."
Fiora looked to the young woman, then to Caleb. With nothing left to consider, she did as she was ordered, unfastening the buttons to her dress shirt, most of which were gone from the garment being ripped open. She had long lost her brassiere and panties, the latter replaced with the boxers from earlier, so when the garment fell, all that was left to see was her bountiful mounds. She then unfastened the hook to her skirt, letting them drop and pool with her shirt on the floor. she covered her chest with her arms and stepped forward before turning around completely and facing Elle once again.
Elle licked her lips as she watched, scanning her body of every curve and contour. "Come now, Laurent. Lose those god awful trousers so I can see the beauty that resides between those thick legs of yours. And drop your arms, you're going to be showing your tits to much less regal and more lust driven audiences anyway." She ordered once more. Fiora hesitated but nodded, before lowering arms and sliding her thumbs under the elastic strap, pulling the underwear down and off her legs. She tossed them back to her clothes and stood there. She watched the young woman lick her lips lecherously as she nearly bore holes looking at Fiora's sex.
"Are you done? It's obvious that she meets your expectations." Caleb called.
"speak out about my appraisal again and I will have Demetrius there pull the trigger on your skull." Elle warned without looking away from Fiora. Almost in response, the sound of a gun hammer clicking sounded to Caleb's right, and looking to the wielder, he could see the burly faced guard eyeing him dangerously. He merely sighed and went silent. "Now to step two of proof. Say your name fully and completely, with all your syllables spoken fluently." Elle spoke.
"…My name is Fiora Diane Laurent. Head…Former head to the House Laurent of Demacia." Fiora spoke as ordered. Elle shivered in her spot, rolling her tongue.
"Mmmmm….I cannot mistake that absolutely sexy voice. Gives me shivers every time." Elle moaned. "Now there is one last step we must adhere to before I can make my full appraisal and present the offer."
"And that would be?"
"Her 'skill set'" Elle nearly giggled as she spoke it. She strolled around her desk and leaned against the edge, her hands propping her up. She looked around her room at each of the guards and the personnel that were there, analyzing them curiously. It was when she saw her bartender who was currently preparing another drink that she hummed appreciatively. "Oliver. Come here. Bring that drink your making as well."
The bartender stopped the shaking of the container and looked to the young woman curiously, pointing to himself as if he was unaware of himself. "Yes, you. I called you gods given name, for fucks sake…" he piped up for a second before pouring the contents of the shaker into a taller glass and put a split orange on the rim.
"How may I serve you, Miss Elle?" the young man asked as he walked in front of the desk and handed her the concoction. She took a sip of it and recoiled in surprise, which filled the young man with anxiety.
"What is this?" Elle asked, looking to him dangerously.
"I-I mixed the Dorobeau liquor with some strawberry rum and orange juice, Miss Elle. I was going to test the contents with Valerie whenever she came back so I may-"
"No need. It is delicious and I applaud you for your creativity." Elle smiled as she placed the glass down. The young man released a breath of relief. "Why the tense air, Oliver? You thought I would kill you for tampering with my drinks and using my products without my permission, then provide my top-quality liquor to one of the whores that walk the place for a dick driven criminal to fuck against a wall?"
At the significantly specific words, he tensed up again, a bead of sweat falling down his face. "I-uih…I didn't mean-"
"Because I would if the damned thing tasted awful and the bitch you gave it to liked it. But you're in luck. I have a new drink thanks to you and you get your dick sucked as a reward by the woman behind you."
"I'm sorry?"
"Gods do I have to spell it for you every time? You are lucky you're cute otherwise your brain would be on a wall by now. Drop your pants and trousers so the girl can suck you off. Hurry now, I have other things to do today than watch women taste cock." Elle ordered. Oliver hastily unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his pants, letting the slacks fall to the floor, he pulled down his boxers to expose his limp member. Elle hummed as she saw his genitalia. "Well, you're full of surprises Oliver. Wasn't aware that you were well equipped."
"Th-thank you, Miss Elle."
"Now then, Fiora. Get him livened up and blow him. I need to gauge your capabilities of pleasing another." Elle ordered, taking another sip of the drink in hand. When Fiora remained silent and still, she rolled her eyes before placing the glass down and walking towards her. "Maybe you didn't quite catch what I told you to do. Or maybe you're having difficulty recalling your position. This isn't your manor in Demacia where you hold the highest voice and the strongest swordsmanship. This isn't your university where you reprimand and berate your underlings because you choose to."
With that, Elle reached up to Fiora's taller stature and gripped a large form of her locks, pulling her down to her eye level. "This is my kingdom. I control every piece of ass and slab of meat that walks past Deborah at the door the moment the password is uttered. Step out of line and there will be no human or god in existence that will recognize your carcass from what it appeared to be before. Now have an epiphany of your position, salivate that gorgeous mouth of yours and suck him off before I cut your head off and use the decapitation as a sex toy in your stead."
Fiora cringed, disgusted that regardless to how far she had fallen, someone was going to use her body for their own pleasure. And this young woman who stood no taller than her own bosom and was quite possibly half her age commanded her like a slave. Closing her eyes tightly, Fiora reopened them and nodded, earning a smile from the younger woman. "You may not be quick on upkeep, but you learn faster than others. That will help you in the future. Now you have a piece of man meat to taste, so get to it." Elle concluded releasing her grip on her hair and walking back to her desk. Fiora stepped forward in front of the young bartender before falling to her knees and facing the flaccid member. She took the surprisingly thick cock in hand and slowly stroked the young man's cock. In the back of her mind, she could only recall the words Elle said in conclusion. Those that she had told her students far too long ago, when everything seemed easier and more pleasant. The memory was bitter in her mouth, as it awoke the truth of how and why she was here. Maybe this woman who was in charge would meet a fate similar to hers.
"On with it now, I haven't all day." Elle pressed, tapping her finger on her desk as she observed patiently. Fiora refocused herself to Oliver's dick, stroking the member faster and harder to bring it to life. His moans began to surface as his cock swelled in heat and anticipation. Within moments he was full mast within her palm, an impressive length Fiora could only estimate about seven inches. With him physically prepared, she went in, engulfing the head into her lip before lowering herself until she was about halfway through. She pulled back slightly before going back down and taking another few inches into her mouth. Feeling satisfied that she was at comfortable position to pleasure the bartender, she began bobbing back and forth, leaving a surplus of her saliva along his length to smooth the movement and, hopefully, get him to finish quickly.
"Ah…f-fuck…" Oliver groaned, looking down to the bodacious woman currently sucking him off at the order of his boss. He wasn't unfamiliar with sex, considering his line of work was literally next door to it constantly and his employer owned a significant selection of women to provide the service, but he was unwary to receiving this notion of intercourse. The feeling of the warm and slick muscle within her mouth as it wrapped and coiled on his head while her lips served as a much softer and plump substitute to his or her hands was blowing his mind.
"How is it, Oliver?" Elle asked.
"It…it feels amazing…I can hardly…think straight." He replied. He wrapped his hands on her head, guiding her along as his senses told him seeking more of the pleasure. Fiora could only oblige to the young man's moves with her own, moving her head as his hands allowed and focusing more on her tongue as it swirled and flicked at the sensitive head that was buried inside her mouth. She pulled off his shaft before running her tongue along the outside from his head to the base, before returning to the tip with her tongue. She rolled her tongue around the head a few times before resuming her bobbing back and forth along his shaft, stuffing her throat this time by pressing her lips to the base of his erection completely.
"Nngh-! Ah!" he moaned, tilting his head back and jerking his hips forward, punching the back of Fiora's throat with his head. He looked down to see her face as she was sucking him, to meet her own pleading look as she continued to move along his length. "Gods…! I'm going to-!"
Elle hummed before clapping her hands together and drawing everyone's eyes to her.
"Then that settles it! I'll take her for two million!" Elle called cheerily. Caleb and James' eyes went wide.
"Two million?! We agreed on six!" Caleb argued.
"See, I offered six, on the assumption that the streamed video of her on stage with a vibrator in her cunt was the same quality that I was receiving." Elle began. Fiora looked back to the two in disdain. "What I have on her knees is broken and used goods who hasn't been properly trained to obey simple orders. Not to mention I have to clean the filth that you and what I can assume your partner stuffed in her, along with getting those bruises and marks on her skin from the rough treatment taken care of. From what I can estimate, two million valors is generous, but so is not killing you two and taking her for free." Elle explained. "This also goes hand in hand with how much YOU owe me Caleb. So, running this in numbers, it's two million off for the damaged product, one million for finishing your debt, and another million because I like to keep my money."
"You know if I leave with this two million, after people have discovered you cheated on a deal, you won't get any business." Caleb threatened. Elle narrowed her eyes and looked to them dangerously. The guards in the room moved forward, drawing their weapons and aiming it at the dark-skinned male. "Especially if I mention that you have Fiora Laurent in your custody."
"Uh, Caleb? Might not want to piss off the lady with guns pointing at you. And me." James called, raising his hands defensively. The two had a stare down potent enough to show sparks in the air. After a long pause, Elle smiled.
"Two twenty-five." She stated plainly.
"Two seventy-five." Caleb retorted.
"Two thirty-seven." Elle added.
"Two sixty-four." Caleb returned. There was a brief pause.
"Two fifty. Deal." They said in unison. Elle snapped her fingers and every guard with a gun put their weapon away, before the one named Demetrius paced to the corner and pulled down a painting of a waterfall, revealing a secret safe. He turned the dial a few times before the lock opened and a keyhole was shown. Elle took off her necklace that sat under her white dress shirt and threw it to him.
"You are lucky that I taught you how to deal effectively, Caleb. You know too much for your own good. Take your money and get the fuck out of my place."
"Gladly." Caleb returned, before turning to Demetrius only to be met with a pistol aimed at his head.
"Here is the part where I cut in and say check mate." He called, pointing the barrel now at Elle. Her two guards that were stationed behind James went for their pistols, but another guard on the far end of the room near the screens pulled out his and shot the two in the head. The sudden shift caused the remaining three to move, but the guard that sat behind Elle holding her cane pulled his own pistol out and placed the barrel to the back of her head, before pulling another pistol with his free hand and shooting the last three, along with two of the men at the screens. "Now with the cavalry silenced. It's time we cut this operation at the head."
"Demetrius. Mind explaining what in the blue fuck you are doing?" Elle growled, turning to the male sitting at the safe.
"Pretty simple really, especially for a person of your esteem, Elle. I am ending this whole thing. The gambling ring the under-table deals, all of it. And you're gonna be the head of the snake." He replied.
"That you're going to cut?"
"No." using his free hand, he opened the left side of his dress jacket and exposed a gold badge. "By confining it."
"Zaun Police Department. You're a fucking cop." Elle growled.
"More than just a cop. I'm the head detective, the same detective you sent four hitmen out to kill and nearly succeed, had I not been at the wrong place at the wrong time." Demetrius growled back. "Now my wife and son are dead because of you and this disgusting shit hole you invested millions of valors and hundreds of lives into. Well with this key to your kingdom and the proof literally on those screens and the tapes you have behind that desk, I can usurp your corrupted throne and bring you in."
"A few forged videos won't make a difference and you know it. And none of them can match up if I am in none of them."
"But an eye witness to your deals within this room will." Demetrius smiled.
"And who, pray tell, is your-" Elle stopped her word immediately before slowly turning to Oliver, who was buckling his pants up. "No..."
"Yes, Miss Elle. Me. Especially after you specifically killed my youngest brother in cold blood when he saw you make a deal to a few junkies two years back." He growled. The guard that stood behind Elle tossed him the second pistol he had, before he pointed the barrel to her as well. "It's the entire reason why I joined the force."
Almost on cue, the halls erupted with gunshots and screaming, along with the sound of boots stomping and men shouting 'ZPD'. The halls were swarmed immediately, and within seconds a few heavily armed and equipped officers broke through the door and saw the stare down. Two officers with assault rifles directed their guns to Elle, to which she rolled her eyes and growled before raising her hands in the air. With the officer's attention on her, the guards that killed the others and the surveillance team gathered most of the recorded tapes sitting at the screens and behind Elle's desk.
James and Caleb looked at the stare down, not sure if to stay and hope they were avoided, or to run for it now that they were discovered and their names, along with their ultimate crime and affiliation released. They looked to Fiora hoping to get some reassurance to their cause through the thing that gave them pleasure for so long.
All they were met with was a brutally sinister grin and eyes of a predator far more dangerous than anything they could imagine. She mouthed with that grin 'I win' as she glared daggers at them.
"I hope you're happy you two. Sending a young girl such as I to prison." Elle spat as two officers hand cuffed her arms behind her back and walked her out.
"I am happy. Because I just busted the most notorious murderer and criminal between Zaun and Demacia." Demetrius returned.
"I am happy because my brother can rest easy knowing his killer is behind bars for good." Oliver added. "And I can't wait to see you rot in Zaun's chemical infested slums."
"YOU ARE DEAD MEN! YOU HEAR ME?! I WILL HAVE YOU EATING YOUR OWN SHIT AND BLEEDING IN A DITCH!" Elle screamed as she was forcibly pushed out the office. The guards with the tapes nodded to Demetrius and Oliver before following the officers with the tapes. As they left, they closed the door behind them.
"…so seeing as we're just people who got involved to the business and no affiliation to Elle-" James began, but hear the hammer click on Demetrius' pistol and went silent.
"You three are under arrest for the association and dealing with a international cartel of human, weapon and drug trafficking, alongside illegal gambling and the slaving of lives." He stated.
"Wait, wait! THREE!?" Fiora nearly screamed as she jumped up and covered her parts with her hands. "I was forcibly kidnapped and raped by these two and three of my students! I was a victim in this whole ordeal!"
"Doesn't excuse that you not only associated with them, but agreed to their orders and provided sexual favors for multiple people." Demetrius growled. "That, and you denied my dead son enrollment at your school when he came of age because you didn't want 'Noxian chemical rejects tainting your halls'."
Fiora stepped back watching her world crumble before her once again as the stray hope to end the nightmare of her life got worse because of it. "you…you cannot do this to me! I am Fiora Laurent of the House Laurent!" she shouted before turning to Oliver with pleading eyes. "Please! I cannot go to jail! I will do anything you ask! Just don't send me to jail!"
"My decision matters none, Laurent. It is up to my partner." Oliver spoke.
"Please…Oliver, was it? I swear I will do anything you want! I'll…I'll give you money! Whatever the number!" Fiora pleaded, before a stray thought struck her. She then grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast. "I'll-I'll actually blow you properly! Just please don't take me!"
Oliver raised an eyebrow to the plea, looking to Demetrius inquisitively. Demetrius looked to James and Caleb before looking to Oliver. Their faces lit up, before a smile stretched on Demetrius' face. He nodded, and Oliver followed suit with his own smile. Fiora smiled warmly, not seeing Demetrius' expression or understanding their internal idea.
"It's actually funny." Oliver called. "For such a dignified woman, you are surprisingly slutty. Ironic how your first two bribes to avoid punishment is money and sex, almost like you knew firsthand how to avoid trouble…" to this Fiora's smile faltered, her color paling as Déjà vu kicked in. "Or how to get what you want."
"N-No…Please no…" she whined, her eyes watering as the circle formed in her thoughts. Not again!
"Kind of begs the question, huh. How did you actually become headmistress? Someone as attentive and prestigious wouldn't jump to such trivial bribery for release. They might press charges against the system for false accusations, or merely go to court and prove us wrong, but you just jumped to something sexual when I didn't want to deal with it. It's almost as if-"
"No! Please gods, no!" she cried, her tears falling down her face.
"You fucked your way up." Demetrius added. "I don't know about you, Oliver, but it seems like something that dastardly ought to be brought to justice."
"Or, counter offer, we accept on the pretext that you 'serve' the police force of Zaun as a law-abiding citizen." Oliver offered.
"You know, I like that idea. You serve your time not behind bars but helping Zaun's finest every day with their…'stresses'. What's more, I doubt you two guys had much say in what occurred today, right? Wrong place, wrong time, no?" Demetrius asked, earning fervent nods from Caleb and James. "If that's the case, you two run along. Go and tell them that you're free to go."
It was happening again. Fiora watched as two men decided her fate within seconds, and the two that previously sent her to a nightmare were allowed freedom of their crime. All of this because she was so used to the sex and blackmail that her mouth threw out the wrong words. Once again, she was in the pit of which her own actions dug her into, and now not even the men whose job it was to save and protect her could help. She watched as James and Caleb walked out the doors of the room and closed it behind them, not sending a single glance back to her. She was left with two new captors, and potentially dozens more.
"Now then, I feel we left off on a more interesting tune, Ms. Laurent. Our conversation of these beautiful lips on my dick was cut off by that little bitch, Elle. Hope you are still feeling chatty." Oliver suggested as he unfastened his belt once again and dropped his trousers with one hand while the other cupped her chin, the thumb teasing at her bottom lip. "Or per chance would you prefer to dive into the main course?"
"I beg of you! You are two officers of the law! You can't do this to a citizen!" Fiora pleaded, feeling more defeated than ever about her situation. She was hundreds of miles from Demacia, long away from anyone or anything of salvation to her. Her life depended entirely on these two men now, just as it did for the last two, and even the three boys before them.
"Way I see it, a citizen of Zaun cares little for the well-being a Demacian, considering we're nothing but Noxian chemical rejects." Demetrius retorted as he walked up behind Fiora and caught under her arms with his, pulling her into a full nelson. Fiora struggled to break the lock by twisting and flailing, but was surprised when Oliver clutched at her throat hard, silencing her pleas and halting her movement.
"You know, it's rude to just leave a conversation in the air, Fiora. If you're not willing to speak with your upper mouth…" he suggested as he used his free hand to raise her right leg, before positioning his cock to her entrance. "Maybe you will chat more respectfully at your lower mouth?"
With that he sheathed himself into her core, the warm insides coiling tightly on his length almost immediately. Fiora cried out loudly, her body's instinctive reaction to stimulus was climaxing immediately. Her pussy leaked fluids profusely on his leg and to the floor, earning a laugh from the blonde male in front of her.
"I knew you were a slut! All I did was stick it in and you came like you hadn't had sex in forever!" Oliver mocked before hammering himself into her he moved his free hand to her other leg and raised it up, holding her by the ass in the air as he rammed into her core. "And you are surprisingly wet from all this! It's like you wanted it from the start."
Demetrius smiled devilishly as he released his grip on the headlock and lowered her body until her head was close to his hips. "You know, I never understood why so many Zaunite's liked Demacian women. Is it because of the pretentious attitude that makes them seem like a goal we can't reach without trying?" he asked, as he gripped her wrists with one arm and used his other hand to unzip his slacks and fish out his own semi-erect member. "Or maybe it's because the stereotype that under all that glamour and snark lies a good and willing cock sucker? Let's test that theory." With that he shoved his length into her mouth, holding her arms in the air and the back of her neck to steady her for his movement. The two of them proceeded to fuck her into the other, Oliver's thrusts shoving Fiora's mouth deeper on Demetrius, and Demetrius' thrusts pushing Oliver deeper into her pussy. They groaned and grunted as they moved, Fiora's restraint moans muffled out by the cock stuffed in her throat. She could taste the salty skin of his length as it passed her tongue every time, and smell the thick musk of his scrotum as he hammered into her and smacked her nose and face with his hips.
Back and forth, in and out. It seemed like a torturous lifetime of the same movement when it had only been a few minutes. Fiora could taste the precum that oozed from the cock in her mouth, and the intense stimuli from her lower section made her unwillingly orgasm multiple times within the last few moments. It seemed her diet was consisting only of cock and semen in these last few horrific months, and with her original life in shambles and miles away from salvation and recovery, it only foreshadowed her future meals. And to her utter surprise, her first serving came within seconds, as the male occupying her throat suddenly came within her mouth, his much, much bitter and viscous seed oozing down to her stomach like molasses.
"Ah, fuck…I came a little…" Demetrius grumbled out loud, earning a mocking snicker from his partner.
"That was quick, old man. Age finally getting to you?" Oliver teased as he continued to ram into Fiora's pussy.
"Shut up, brat. I still got plenty in me for the day."
"I would hope so, this pussy is fucking grand! Only Demacian nobility would remain this tight after probably being fucked nonstop." Oliver moaned as he began thrusting hard. "You have got to try this."
"Really now? Then move over." Demetrius ordered as he shoved the younger officer back and out of Fiora's core. He had lost his grip on her ass and made her fall, the carpet only softening the fall slightly. She had no time to recover or complain as she was gripped by the ankle and twisted around completely, the carpet burning into her skin harshly as she was moved. Within seconds, the elder officer directed his still throbbing cock to her entrance, before burying himself into her core. She moaned out on instinct as he began pumping violently into her from above.
"Fucking ass! I was still using that!" Oliver protested.
"Well you wanted to talk to her mouth, now you can have that conversation. Nnpf-!" Demetrius replied as he slammed himself down to Fiora's pussy vehemently. "You were right…it's almost like I'm fucking a first timer all over again!"
"Pl-please…! Ahn! Stop this! Mmm…! You don't have to-" Fiora began, but was cut off when Oliver buried himself into her mouth while she spoke, effectively silencing her.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you over the sound of you happily deep throating my dick." Oliver called as he began thrusting himself into her mouth once again. "Maybe I'll let you talk if you give me the same service you did earlier. You were DEFINITELY more cooperative when you were eating my dick before."
"Look at these fucking cow udders on your chest. Nothing but glorious fuck meat for us." Demetrius spoke as he grabbed both teats in hand harshly and prodded the tender flesh. "Like two soft bowling balls on a sex toy. They really know how to grow em' in Demacia, huh?" with that he dived in, slathering his tongue and saliva across the teats before biting into the nipple and pulling them up. The painful bite elicited a whine from Fiora, muffled by the thick meat now sliding in her throat. She could feel the saliva that inhabited her mouth ooze from the corners of her lips and stain her face.
"That's it, bitch. Make that mouth nice and sloppy. I want to feel you taste it…" Oliver spoke as he slowed his thrusts into her mouth. He stuffed himself completely before staying in the spot for a extended amount of time, cutting off her air way. She weakly flailed and whined as she was losing oxygen her head beginning to go fuzzy as the stimulation from her pussy and mouth overwhelmed her. Oliver pulled out her throat all the way in one motion, the surplus of returning oxygen sending Fiora into a coughing fit.
"Fuck…I'm cumming!" Demetrius called as his thrust grew faster and harder in speed for a few seconds before he completely filled her, pumping his sticky spunk into her core en masse. Fiora screamed out as the influx of hot seed forced another orgasm to erupt from her. Demetrius slid out from her core and directed his still erupting penis to her crotch, coating the spot in his seed. "There…now this spot Is mine."
"Fuck that. I will bathe her myself and get back to that later." Oliver protested.
"Like hell. This fine ass is staying in my place. Besides, you have a girlfriend anyway. Go fuck her all you want." Demetrius returned.
"Hell no. I am the only one that has fucked her and knows what's happening. Either I get half or you get none."
Just as the sentence finished, the door knob turned, drawing their eyes from each other to the door. "Detective Demetrius? The rest of the squad is finished securing the -what the hell?" another male officer, this one taller and seemingly in the middle of ages between the three of them called, analyzing the room. There was a stiff silence between the three as they stared each other down. The third officer looked to Fiora, who sent a pleading look to him. She immediately recognized his face as the one guard who stood behind Elle and killed the three others earlier.
"…If you say nothing to no one, you get her on weekends." Demetrius offered through the silence. The officer looked down to Fiora, who merely raised her hands to reach out to him. It fell down immediately when she saw his expression.
He was smiling.
"I get her on weekends, and a portion of what's in that safe." He replied.
"You can't have what's in the safe, it's part of the investigation."
"Not all of it can be. And you never handed in the key, so I can only assume you had the same thought process." He retorted. Oliver looked over to him.
"If that's the case I want three hundred thousand." Oliver ordered.
"You two are out of control! There is no way I am letting you to any of that!" Demetrius argued.
"Three hundred for all three of us or I walk and tell everyone what I saw here." The officer compromised. The two kneeling on Fiora looked to each other before nodding.
"Deal." They said in unison. The officer smiled wider before shutting the door behind him and locking the upper lock.
"Alright then. Move over, Oliver. That rack of hers has been calling me since she took off the cloak." He concluded as he unfastened his belt and took off his trousers. He grabbed the radio strapped to his belt and lifted it to his face. "This is officer Quinten Addams, I am with Detectives Demetrius Voy and Oliver Botah running a few more scans of the place. We will head to home base in a while, over."
"Roger that, Addams. Don't over work yourselves, we got the big catch today, so you lot can breathe easy." another officer, this one female, replied on the radio.
"Trust me, job is never done for some hard-working men like us." With that he silenced the radio and dropped it with his pants at the door.
"So long as I get her mouth, I am perfectly fine with that. The old man here can't keep up, he already nutted twice!" Oliver joked.
"Fuck both of you. I can still keep going. Besides, I need to try out this ass anyway. You don't mind do you, Fiora?" Demetrius asked. Fiora merely sat there, silent and broken as she had finally given up. She was to be tossed around the three men for potentially the remainder of her life, the people who pulled her into this disgusting and humiliating fate free of the crime. As the third officer mounted her chest, pressing her breasts together to sandwich his steadily hardening cock, she watched as Oliver buried himself into her throat and felt her legs raise and her anus prodded. Almost in synch, the three entered and moved into her crevices, all groaning happily as they proceeded to pleasure themselves with her body.
"Damn…it's like I'm fucking two clouds here." Quinten moaned as he rocked back and forth on her body.
"She got a lot more cooperative with her mouth and tongue too…nice change of heart, Fiora." Oliver groaned as he slid himself back and forth inside her mouth.
"Her ass is tighter than her pussy…! Shit!" Demetrius moaned as he pumped desperately into her anus. Her pussy began to ooze out the settled seed that filled her, falling down and pooling on the outside of her core. The three of them continued on with pleasuring themselves on her body, speaking casually amongst themselves or sending humiliating remarks and insults to her as she could only sit there and take it. Once again, through all the toil and trouble, she was met with a group of men using her savagely to satisfy their own lust. She had eventually tuned out their words, only reacting slightly when she felt their dicks pump white magma either down her throat or within her ass. She felt them pick her up and position her on the cool surface of the desk, before the sensation of two penises stuffing her pussy and ass, while the third went back and filled her mouth with its length. The time seemed to pass like an illusion afterwards, only stopping at the more torturous moments of when they finished within or on her. Her taste buds were stained with the taste of jizz, her legs shaking from her energy draining her, and her pussy and ass quivering from over use. She hadn't realized they stopped until she felt weightless as she was carried, eventually dropped off into another place seconds after being moved. When her vision refocused, she could just make out their faces through the night time sky as they hovered over the trunk of the car where she was laid. Her ears failed her, but her eyes could just make out the last few words they said before they slammed the trunk shut and her world went black, both visually and mentally.
"Welcome to Zaun."
Two months later…
The clicking of cameras and the roar of questions masked the footsteps that Demetrius had as he walked up to the podium.
"Chief! Chief! Over here!" one reporter called, this one female. Demetrius, now chief of Zaun police, pointed to her and silenced the rest. "Now that Elizabeth Witwick is sentenced to life imprisonment, do you feel success in your investigation that took nearly three years?"
"Yes, I feel accomplished that the hundreds, if not thousands, of lives that were taken from that monster of a human being can be saved or avenged with her receiving the full extent of the law of Zaun. It also fills me with personal satisfaction that the mastermind behind the demise of my beloved wife, nineteen-year-old son, and my former partner and now head detective Oliver Botah's youngest sibling, is put away for good." Demetrius spoke. "We also hope that this take down of the Witwick cartel, one that has plagued our city-state and that of the entirety of Valoran as the most dangerous and influential criminal cell, will elicit the breakdown and elimination of its opponents and allies." The roar of questions erupted again, this time silenced faster as Demetrius chose a male to ask his question.
"Chief Voy! With this investigation finished, what are your plans for the Demacian's request to search and recover the head of the Laurent household, Fiora Diane Laurent?" he asked.
"While it is a tragedy that one of the noble leaders to Demacia went missing nearly two months ago after presenting a resignation letter to her university, I will say that Demacia has not provided any reason or point for our city of Zaun to aid in their search. They have continually turned against us for our affiliation with the City-state of Noxus, so we will not present resources to those that will not feel grateful, whether or not the objective is completed by us or at all." Demetrius smirked. "Maybe next time, they would feel inclined to take the stick out their rears and think about us all instead of themselves. Now if you will excuse me, I will answer no more questions. Thank you."
The roar of questions still passed as he turned and walked off stage and into the police headquarters. Oliver sat on the bench next to the door on the inside, his eyes focused on the phone he had in his fingers. "That sounded rough. Had fun out there?" he called.
"Meh. Could have been worse. Just glad I ended it quickly. I need my medication." He replied, earning a devilish smirk from the younger detective. The two proceeded down the halls until they reached the elevator, hitting the down button and stepping into the metal box.
"You're telling me. I've been waiting since Thursday for my turn to come around." Oliver replied, burying his phone in his pocket with one hand and loosening the tie he wore with his other. Demetrius removed his dress jacket in the elevator and tossed it over his shoulder.
"It's a shame, though. Demacia effectively lost a part of their society when the Laurent's lost their head."
"Well, karma is a red headed bitch sometimes. And from what I heard about the head, she wasn't too friendly with her subordinates. I doubt they even care that she's gone."
"Well, I hope they get the point that we won't stick our necks out for them if they aren't willing to show equal commitment." Demetrius concluded.
"True." They remained silent as they moved through the lower levels of the building until they reached a door labelled 'custodian' on the engraved plaque. They smirked simultaneously as the elder officer pulled out a key and unlocked the top lock to the door before opening. Stepping into the small square space, Oliver closed the door behind him and locked it, before Demetrius pulled a white bottle on the right side of the shelf before them to the left, revealing a small handle behind it. He twisted the handle and pulled the fake wall to the left, revealing a dark and musky room behind it with a small bed in the center, a table to the right side and a toilet to the left. Looking on the bed, the two smiled widely as they saw their prize, a broken and disheveled woman with dried and fresh spunk coating her face, hair and body. Sitting at the edge of the bed was Quinten who was putting out a cigarette.
"That press conference was fast." He began before standing up and grabbing his shirt. "I guess you two are up now?"
"Damn straight. I've been saving up since last week." Oliver called as he moved to the other side of the bed. He gripped Fiora's tarnished hair and sat her up, her eyes just as lifeless as they were months prior when her hell had begun. "Ready for another grand session of getting fucked, slut?"
That was another thing she had to come to terms with. Since Fiora Laurent was missing and potentially dead to the world, they abandoned using her name, merely calling her 'slut' or 'toilet'. There was little to nothing she could do to change her fate now, as she was just a sex toy in the basement of Zaun's police department for the use of the chief, head detective and one of the officers.
"Good, cause I'm going in first." Oliver added as he quickly took down his pants to his knees and positioned his semi-swollen cock to her core. He slid in easily, before pumping slowly as he always did. "You're not as tight as you were the first few days, but a free fuck is a free fuck."
"And that is what you are now." Demetrius spoke up as he hovered over her head, his pants already off and his erection strong as it pressed her lips. She could only part her lips and accept his entry into her mouth, feeling his head press her tongue. "A free fuck. A cum rag between my associates and I as a reward for taking down that organization. I should be disappointed that you didn't put up more of a fight, but I guess you have no other reason to. But I am glad that there is one redeeming quality you kept from your past life, Fiora." He curled his fingers into her hair and stuffed himself all the way down her throat before releasing his first load into her esophagus. "You learn your place quickly."