Merry Christmas 2013, everyone! For this special evening, I've got TWO segments to upload! Yay!

This one won't fit everyone, though. It has rape in it, so if that's not your cup of tea, feel free to skip it.

Happy holidays!

#11: Dog-eat-Kat World – Katarina, Warwick

Katarina scoffed as she heard the announcement that Darius had fallen at the northern lane. So much for trying to save him, she thought. She had just wasted a good bit of time running toward the lane, and now she would have to trek her way back to the central lane to stop Morgana from pushing down the turret.

As Katarina spun around to return to her post, she saw a large patch of bushes rustle. Instinctively she readied her knives for an ambush, cursing her team's lack of Sight Wards due to the enemy's own control of the battlefield.

A second later, Katarina jumped back as a mass of blur fur and golden claws lunged out at her, barely missing her. Warwick followed up the lunge with a backhand swing of his arm, striking Katarina and sending her rolling back a short distance.

The assassin quickly righted herself, growling in aggravation. Fighting Warwick alone was suicide, but she wasn't sure if she could outrun the werewolf. A second later, seeing the wolf's blood-stained fangs, she decided to make a break for it.

Katarina broke into a run as Warwick charged. Seconds later, however, Katarina realized she wasn't about to get away, and spun back around to try and fight the werewolf off. But as she did, Warwick was upon her, and she yelped as the werewolf dove at her and pinned her to the ground, her knives flying from her hands.

Katarina then screamed loudly as Warwick bit into her upper right arm, drawing blood. But barely a moment later, to her surprise, Warwick released his grip on her, rather than tearing the arm right off like Kat expected. Kat grasped her wounded arm, gazing at the werewolf in confusion.

After a moment, she finally asked, "What's the matter? Aren't you gonna finish me?"

"In time, little Kitty," said Warwick, earning a glare from Katarina for the nickname. "But I'm still remembering our last match and how you humiliated me. I've decided I need to repay you for that."

"What are you blabbing on about? If you're going to kill me, just get it over with!"

"No, no, that won't do. I don't want to just kill you. I want you to suffer…"

Warwick licked his teeth as his gaze moved down from Katarina's eyes, settling on her curvy body, clothed in her usual revealing leather. Abruptly, the werewolf grabbed Katarina by her left shoulder, pinning her to the ground. With a low growl that filled Katarina with dread, Warwick slid his right claw down the assassin's face, his nails trailing sharp lines across her throat, before he suddenly grabbed hold of her shirt and yanked back on it roughly. His razored fingers tore through the leather and shredded her top in one swift motion.

"W-What are you– you son of a bitch– AACK!"

Katarina's curse was cut off as Warwick roughly grabbed her neck and held her suspended before him. With another swipe of his claw, Warwick ripped apart Katarina's tight leather pants, exposing her crimson thong beneath and sending her knife belts clattering across the jungle floor. Warwick relished in Katarina's squirms as he sniffed at her pussy, noting she seemed to be slightly wet.

"Quite the wanton whore, aren't you, Du Couteau? I always imagined your sister was the harlot, but it seems to run in your family."

"G-Go to hell, you– ERGH!"

Katarina choked again as Warwick slammed her back against a nearby tree. Looking down, she saw him pulling aside his loincloth and, to her horror, watched as he began stroking his huge red cock, a stark contrast to his blue fur.

"G-Get that thing away from me!"

Warwick only laughed as he tore away her thong and placed his cock before her pussy. Katarina tried to thrash free of Warwick's iron grip, but it was a futile effort. Within moments, Katarina screamed painfully as Warwick penetrated her.

"Y-You'll pay f-for this, y-you bastard!" Katarina hissed as Warwick thrust back and forth into her body.

"You're an awfully tight bitch, aren't you, Katarina?" Warwick sneered. "Especially for one who must have experience servicing others…"

Katarina could not find a retort to this, her insides feeling as though they were being split in half. True, she was far from a virgin, but Warwick's cock was huge compared to any other she had slept with. Considering his extremely quick and rough entry, she wondered how she wasn't bleeding out from the rape.

Warwick soon pulled Kat away from the tree and simply held her off the ground by the small of her back. His thrusts intensified as Katarina undulated before him, her breasts circling hypnotically and her voice hoarse with screams. Her arms flailed and beat against the werewolf's chest, but this only served to please Warwick further, relishing in her desperation. But she had yet to shed any tears; Warwick's pace increased, wishing to see her break.

As Warwick's thrusts grew faster and harder, Katarina knew she would not last much longer if she didn't do something. Her head slumped back as she looked for something, anything to turn the tables on her rapist. Almost immediately, she saw one of her blades before her, stuck in the ground just barely out of arm's reach.

Katarina desperately stretched her arm out, trying to grab hold of the large dagger. Warwick seemed either not to notice her actions, or didn't care. Inside her, Katarina could feel his cock expanding within her, pulsing against her stretched vaginal walls. Her eyes widened; he was going to cum inside her, and soon!

Seconds later, Katarina's fingertips reached the blade. Grasping the weapon, Katarina shrieked as she swung it at Warwick, plunging it into his chest. Warwick howled in pain, but maintained his grip on his victim. Then, to Katarina's terror, he glared at her, the pain of her stabbing clearly not enough to stop him.

Warwick struck Kat with the back of his claw, making her lose her grip on her knife. Grabbing both wrists with one hand, he pinned them behind her head, with her body still suspended off the ground on his cock as he continued to fuck her. Her back was curled back at an agonizing angle, to which Katarina could only cry out in pain.

"Persistent, aren't you?" Warwick growled angrily as he ripped the dagger out of his chest and tossed it away. "I planned to finish you after this, but now I will ensure that this is as painful as possible!"

Katarina made a short gasp of horror as Warwick's thrusts slammed hard against her cervix. He was hitting her so hard she felt her entire body jolt at each thrust, and each one came in harder and harder. Her eyes shot wide as they could as she saw her stomach begin to bulge each time Warwick plunged into her.

Then, with a loud growl, Warwick made a massive thrust, and his cock broke its way into her womb.

"AA-AACK! GAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

Katarina's eyes nearly rolled back into her head as she felt Warwick pierce into her womb. And as he did, his spunk immediately began to flood inside of her, filling her in mere seconds. The heat of Warwick's seed nearly made her black out, but what kept her conscious was the terrible sight of her exposed midriff inflating before her eyes.

This can't be happening, Katarina thought. She had to be having a nightmare, but knew the truth was inescapable. Her body, which had been toned and sculpted for the purpose of delivering a perfect kill, was now being reduced to nothing more than the fuck toy of this inhuman beast. Many outside Summoner's Rift had to be aware she was being violated at this point, something which would tarnish her family's name irreparably.

And worst of all, there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Warwick watched in glee as Katarina's eyes dripped with tears.

...

Half an hour later...

Warwick chortled as he continued to plow his shaft into Katarina from behind, the redhead stripped naked before him and now coated in his seed. He was now on his fourth round with her, and he had no intention of stopping there. His claw gripped her breasts roughly, cutting them as he gripped and clenched them harshly. Her moans were music to his ears, yet it did not matter to him that she still did not find pleasure from the act.

If anything, it only made things better for him knowing she hated it.

Katarina had long given up the fight against Warwick at this point, and was now begging for him to finish her off. The werewolf, however, had made it clear that he wasn't going to kill her yet, much to her dismay. Cuts and blood lined her body, mixing with her sweat and Warwick's cum. Her gut continued to distend with each of Warwick's thrusts. She was amazed that she hadn't bled to death internally, but somehow she remained alive.

Gripping Katarina's huge breasts with both hands, Warwick continued thrusting into her, only holding her by the tits. Within a few extra hard thrusts, Warwick snarled as again he came inside of her. Katarina's mouth quivered in horror as she once again was flooded with the werewolf's seed, and tears of agony flooded down her face.

Briefly releasing his hold on her, Warwick watched with a laugh as Katarina shuddered on the ground before him. A second later, she glared back at him; he was impressed she could still resist him at all.

"J-Just… k-kill me…" Kat wheezed.

"As you wish, Du Couteau," said Warwick.

But to Katarina's surprise, Warwick began positioning himself to violate her again.

"I'll make sure this one is the last one," Warwick added in a tone that made Katarina's heart sink.

Warwick prodded at Katarina's pussy, her eyes a desperate plea for him to stop. But Warwick could only grin sadistically. She shut her eyes, expecting the worst.

A second later, however, her body was suddenly drenched in what she knew had to be blood, accompanied by a guttural gurgling sound from her assailant. Slowly her eyes opened; to her shock, Warwick was on the ground, beheaded.

Heavy footsteps prompted Kat to turn to Darius as the Hand of Noxus flicked the werewolf's blood off his axe's blade. As he strode away from her, without even turning to face her, Darius said, "Clean yourself up, Du Couteau. The battle awaits us."

Darius' words stung as hard as her prior violation as Katarina clasped her blood-soaked shoulder. Blue light enveloped the redhead as she was warped out of the jungle.

I know you guys wanted stuff like Kat/Talon or Warwick/Soraka, but I felt those were obvious, and this one just seemed to come together for me, even if it was a hard rape segment.

If this one seems a little short, sorry. Hopefully the next one will make up for the length.

Speaking of which, the next one will star our favorite uber monster, Baron Nashor! His victim? Find out in the next segment!

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