Vi paced the room, edgy like a caged tiger. In a way, she was. Her cage was nice, as cages went, but her freedom was still not her own… Not that she particularly believed she should be free, after what she'd done, but the last two weeks had led her to a place where she didn't quite know what to believe.
She stepped out onto her balcony, looking over the edge and contemplating, for the hundredth time, attempting to escape down the sheer cliff. The Kiramman resort lay near the outskirts of Piltover, looking over one of its cliffs that faced the ocean, not the undercity below. Vi was a competent freerunner, but even she didn't think she could reasonably mountain goat herself to freedom.
Did she even want freedom?
Vi sighed, moving back inside and resuming her relentless pacing. Stir-crazy, that was the word. She'd never understood the feeling before, but now it thrummed through her core, washing-
The door clicked as it unlocked, and Vi immediately backed herself against a wall. Caitlyn Kiramman entered the room, her icy blue gaze as unreadable as ever. She'd added a turtleneck to her uniform to hide the near-constant ring of bruises that never quite went away. Bruises that Vi put there- no, that wasn't Vi. It was the… the thing that Vi turned into when she was drugged. She knew that, could rationalize it all day- and still felt terribly, desperately responsible for the ugly purple ring around Caitlyn's neck.
Caitlyn was holding a tray, atop which rested a matching pair of teacups. Steam rose from the surface of the hot tea, and an assortment of sandwiches had been laid out beside it. She approached Vi, pausing uncertainly as she watched Vi try to flatten herself further against the wall. Wordlessly, she diverted towards Vi's bed, setting down the tray. She acquired herself a chair and sat down, gesturing to the tray.
"Please, eat." Vi's eyes flicked from her to the tray and back, sweeping her up and down. Vi's gaze lingered on the little leather pouch clipped to Caitlyn's belt. Self-consciously, Caitlyn covered it with a hand, then slid it down her belt until it lay out of sight. The two shared an awkward silence before Vi finally moved in, scarfing down a sandwich and ignoring the tea.
Caitlyn watched her, uncertain. She felt she should say something; surely it was up to her to extend the olive branch, after all, having been keeping Vi here for the last two weeks and repeatedly damaging their… working relationship. She cleared her throat, her voice only a little hoarse. The last injection had been almost three days ago.
"How are you?"
Vi looked up, half a sandwich in her jaws, chewing almost desperately.
"How do you think I am?" She snapped, regretting it almost instantly. She passed a hand in front of her face, drawing in a deep breath. She even reached out and took a sip of the tea, finding it a little calming, actually. "Sorry, that was harsh. I just…"
She gestured with a hand, moving it in a circle to indicate the whole room and their situation in general. Her voice cracked a little.
"What… What are we doing here, Caitlyn? What are you doing to me?" Caitlyn's studiously careful blank expression shifted a little, uneasy, and she looked away as she pondered how to answer. At the same time, she couldn't help but notice how vulnerable Vi sounded. The recently awakened part of her liked it, liked the idea that she'd broken the tough, fierce brawler down to her soft core. It felt like she was seeing the real Vi.
"I…" She looked up at the ceiling, fighting to get her emotions back under control. "I… don't know if I'm ready to talk about that yet."
Vi frowned, then slowly nodded. She wasn't quite sure what that meant. She continued to eat, clearing the tray quickly. As she did, Caitlyn reached into the pouch and drew out the last vial, turning it over in her fingers. The light caught the pink in the heavy liquid, sending a dazzling array of sparks.
It was the last vial, and she didn't know where to get more. She'd taken the remaining four off of Jinx- or Powder, whatever her name was- and used three. One in the prison, which remained a particularly enjoyable memory in a savage sort of way, and two more since moving Vi here under the pretext of personally overseeing her recovery and rehabilitation. She knew the noble houses whispered rumors about the sorts of things she was really doing, and found some small amount of mirth in that some of them were probably right. In the end, she didn't care.
She looked up to find Vi staring at the vial, then shifting her gaze to hers. She tilted her head, reading Vi's emotions at the sight of the vial. Worry, a little despair and the smallest bit of need. Vi wasn't shrinking away now, some magnetic force drawing her closer to Caitlyn, closer to the vial.
"Is it… time? Again?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The air hung tense between them, almost charged, like the crackle in the air before a thunderstorm. Caitlyn considered her answer, twisting the vial back and forth.
"No," she answered in a heavy sigh, sliding the vial back into the pouch. The tension dropped and Vi relaxed, though there was a small amount of something like disappointment for a moment in the brawler's gaze. Vi sipped at her tea, finally leaning back against the bed to rest.
"How long will I be in here?" She asked, and this Caitlyn could answer, sort of.
"I don't know. Long enough that your name isn't in the news, at least. It would be best if you laid low until the city moves on to another story."
"Wouldn't want them lingering on the Zaunite rapist," she grumbled, sinking into herself for a moment.
"You're not a rapist." Caitlyn spoke matter-of-factly, and Vi didn't really have an answer for that. She let it go, the air between them uncomfortable again. Vi cleared her throat, looking out the window.
"So… How did you get the vials? Did you track down Powder?"
"I did," Caitlyn replied, softly. A cloud passed over the sun, putting the room under a momentary blanket of darkness. Caitlyn's eyes seemed almost to glow blue in the dim light.
Caitlyn Kiramman could be put down, but not out. To describe her recovery from Jinx's trap as a bounce back was overstating it a little, but she was on her feet in a matter of days. She didn't know what had happened to Vi just yet, but that was something she'd have to worry about after she healed.
To be honest, Caitlyn numbered the physical consequences of that night as some of the less important ones. Sure, there had been a tense day and night where they waited to learn if Caitlyn was pregnant or not, something that had of course dominated her thoughts when it occurred to her, but as that worry faded from likelihood, Caitlyn's mind had turned to the far more troubling result of the night-
She'd liked it.
Feeling Vi on top of her, being choked out as she was brutally fucked, even being used to the point of her collapse; all of it was something she had reveled in, her mind tingling as each new aspect of her sexuality was unlocked. Sex had been the furthest thing from her mind, much less the possibility of these degenerate fetishes. It had left her with nothing but questions, reeling as her very sense of self was thrown into question.
Late in the second night things started to settle. Caitlyn was possessed by a new, strange fervor- she had no idea what her long term plan was, and she didn't really care. She'd always been driven by objectives, so she plotted out her current path.
Primarily, she needed Vi's freedom. That wasn't being entirely honest with herself, but it seemed better than 'procure access to Vi's dick.' That meant she needed proof of the stuff Jinx had injected her with, which meant she needed to catch Jinx. No small task, but Caitlyn had a sneaking suspicion of where Jinx was going next.
Jinx crept along the outside wall of the prison, humming to herself as she carefully sought out the next toehold. The wall was very nearly flat, but that certainly wasn't going to stop her. She sought out a finger hold, glancing up and stopping as she pressed her ear to the wall. Faintly, she felt vibrations, the sound of boots echoing off of the walls as a guard passed. She waited for it to fade, then pulled herself up to peek through the barred window. She could just barely make out the shaggy pink head of hair laying on the pillow in the cell below.
Jinx smirked. Now that Vi's little Piltie friend could never look at her the same way again, the stage was set for Jinx to bust her sister out of prison. Burned by Piltover for the last time, her sister would see her side and join her. Just like that, they'd be a family again!
Jinx clung to this delusion as she carefully chipped away at the thick wall of the prison, creating enough of a divot to wedge a bomb shaped like a monkey in. She pulled to the side, pressing herself against the wall and held her breath. The familiar tingle of an impending explosion swept through her, setting her nerves on fire as anticipation ramped. She brushed a hand over her thigh, but she didn't have time to properly enjoy this. She pressed the detonator.
The wall of the prison blew out, a deafening wave of thunder sweeping out from the impact. Jinx laughed, giddy as she struggled to stay in place. She flipped her revolver up into her hand and spun around into the room.
"Honey, I'm home~!" She called out, tilting her head as she saw that the figure in bed hadn't moved. "Vi? Heeeellllooooo? Aw, I bet you're still mad about that whole drugged you to make you assault your girlfriend thing! Don't worry, you'll get over it!"
She moved over, nudging the blankets. Alarm bells began to ring in her head, but she just couldn't stop herself from pulling them back to see for herself.
Honestly, she thought it was going to be a dummy with a wig. That's what she would have done. Today, however, she might just have met the one person crazier than she was.
She found herself staring down the barrel of Caitlyn's rifle, the blanket having been concealing an entire Sheriff.
"Fancy seein-" Caitlyn fired, and Jinx fell back with a dart sprouting from her forehead. Jinx blinked foggily, laying on the floor as the alarm went up, wailing over the city. The last thing she consciously saw was Caitlyn standing over her, blue eyes flashing in the light.
Jinx tested her bonds, straining her arms and legs to no avail. She was in a dark room, hanging upside down in some kind of straightjacket. Her pigtails hit the ground, so she wasn't that far up. She wiggled back and forth, only succeeding in swinging herself like a pendulum. She rolled her eyes, thinking of how unnecessarily dramatic this whole setup was- then again, it was something she might do herself.
A door opened, a rectangle of light searing into the room. Jinx squinted, blinded, but still made out a shadow cast in the door. The darkness after the brief blast of light was even deeper, and Jinx's eyes were slow to adjust.
"One chance," came the voice in the darkness, her accent crisp. Something cold pressed into Jinx's back, running up her spine in a strange caress. She shuddered, her back arching. "What's in the-"
"Mmmmh~" She stopped, making a face as Jinx let out a long, soft moan, faking as if it had been forced out of her. The voice sighed, the figure coming around in front of Jinx to press what Jinx could now safely guess was the barrel of her rifle against the back of her head, forcibly pressing up to make Jinx look up at her captor- or at least her outline in the dark.
"What. Was. In. The. Vial." Jinx laughed at her, the sound giddy and manic, then lunged up with a snap of her teeth, coming very close to actually grazing some of Caitlyn's skin. She growled at her as she flinched, a little smirk on her face.
"Wouldn't you like to know, sheriff. What are you gonna do, torture me?" Jinx's tone was acerbic; she knew there was nothing Caitlyn could or even would be willing to do to her to make her actually break. She did briefly savor a fantasy involving bondage, but that was so unlikely that even she let it pass after a moment. "You know, we're just about the right height for you to stick your big nose right in my-"
"Vi," came her curt reply, stopping Jinx in her tracks. Caitlyn flicked on a light, revealing that they were in a fairly posh basement bar, Jinx hung from the ceiling. Caitlyn selected a stool, dragging it over to where Jinx hung and mounting it. She stared Jinx down, and this time Jinx felt a real shudder go down her spine. Something about Caitlyn's demeanor had… changed.
"What about Vi?" Caitlyn took her time answering, folding her rifle and setting it nearby. She took Jinx's pouch of vials, opening it and examining the four remaining. She selected one, pulling it out and examining it in the light.
"Vi's back in prison. This time, she's a suspected rapist, thanks to you. As much as they loved their little 'conversations' with her before, life inside is going to be a living hell. If the council decides to really send a message, Vi could even be given a death sentence. If I don't have a damn good explanation for what was in the vial you injected her with…" She let that trail off, raising an eyebrow. Jinx squinted at her.
"You wouldn't let her die," she accused, and Caitlyn nodded.
"I could tell you that I would, but I wouldn't. I have just enough influence to get her sentence reduced to exile, and I might even go with her." Jinx recoiled at that, genuinely shocked for the first time.
"You'd… give up everything just for her?" Caitlyn nodded immediately, then smirked at the look on Jinx's face.
"The two of us, banished from our homes, from the only homes we've ever known… It'd give us the chance to grow closer. Really close." She leaned in, whispering the next bit in Jinx's ear. "Maybe even like sisters."
Jinx tried to headbutt her at that, her teeth grinding with fury, but Caitlyn was ready for a lunge this time. Her hand snapped out and closed around Jinx's throat, squeezing just enough to make Jinx stop and let out a squeak.
"Wouldn't you like that, Powder?" Jinx squirmed at the name, trying for even a bit of leverage, but Caitlyn's grip was steel and her gaze solid stone. Jinx found she couldn't look away, as much as she wanted to. "Your own actions driving Vi straight into my arms."
After giving Jinx a moment to seethe, watching a vein throb in her temple, Caitlyn shrugged.
"Or you tell me the contents of the vial, perhaps go before the Council and admit what you did. Vi gets off, you go to jail." Jinx had to calm herself for a moment, taking deep, strained breaths through Caitlyn's choke hold. Caitlyn relaxed to let her speak.
"What's in it for me?"
"Vi's safety, for one. Clearly you still care for her. I imagine your little plot the other night was an attempt to break us up and drive her back downstairs to you." Caitlyn released her throat, leaning back a bit and returning to examining the vials. "And you go to jail, where I have very little doubt you will escape swiftly. Mistakes happen all the time in the prisons."
Jinx found herself surprised again. She didn't like it; she should be the one giving surprises.
"You're- You're willing to set me free? I blew up the freaking council and you'd let me go just to save Vi?"
"Yes," Caitlyn answered, quietly. Her blue eyes burned like fire. "I would."
Jinx growled at her, but begrudgingly accepted they had a common goal- even if she did want to kill her sister just a little bit sometimes. A lot of times.
"... It's a mixture of Shimmer and an aphrodisiac of my own mix. It- well, you've seen firsthand what it does." She smirked, arching her back in an attempt to get some kind of pleasure from her bonds. "She used you like a teenager's cum sock~"
Caitlyn grunted in response to that, standing and stepping over to the bar. She took a small glass bottle and poured just enough of one of the vials in to be a good sample, then stowed the vial in the pouch and tucked it in a pocket.
"You keepin' that?" Came the comment from behind her, Jinx sticking her tongue out at her. "Gonna use it again? Oh, shit, you totally are! You're gonna turn around and drug her again?"
Caitlyn ignored her, her purpose met. She moved out of the room, hitting the light. The door slammed shut again, leaving Jinx in darkness to wonder at how the sheriff had changed.
It had been a further week, and Caitlyn was experiencing an itch. Vi was now free to roam the summer estate, and their relationship had been steadily improving- rebuilding, really; Caitlyn didn't know whether to account this to the concerted effort she'd been making, or simply that it had now been a while since she'd used the vial. She only had the one left, and Jinx had made it very clear that using much less than the full dosage wouldn't produce the Vi she wanted.
She tossed and turned in her bed, taking deep breaths to try and banish the burning desire in her now. It gripped her heart, making her breathe more heavily and sending a tingle through her lower body that she just couldn't displace. Her body throbbed in time with her heartbeat. She knew what the animal inside her wanted, but for Vi's sake she wanted to resist.
She decided to try and satisfy the beast herself. After all, ignoring it had never worked before, and this was the longest stint she'd gone without getting the drugged Vi to take care of it. Her fingers slid down her body, letting out a soft hiss as she hit her swollen pussy, wincing at how engorged and sensitive she was.
Her back arched as her fingers went to work, turning her head to bite her pillow. She labored for a while, for what felt like hours, but it quickly became apparent that no matter how many times she brought herself to orgasm, how long she spent fingering herself, that it just wasn't enough.
After a while, her fingers withdrew, covered in her own juices, and she swung her legs out of bed. There was only one answer.
Vi sat up, alarmed as her door opened suddenly. It was night, but enough moonlight came in through the window to make out Caitlyn's outline. She breathed a sigh of relief, then looked uneasy again as Caitlyn approached. Their eyes locked, pink and blue, as Caitlyn moved to the bed, straddling Vi. She had something in hand, and Vi knew without looking what it was.
Caitlyn's piercing blue gaze bored into Vi's soul. She could feel their hot breath mingling- this was the closest she'd been to Caitlyn while sober in a long time. Her eyes shut, biting her lower lip as she slowly, deliberately turned her head to expose her neck. A small track mark had formed from the previous injections, sending a ping of regret through Caitlyn, but she still pressed the needle to Vi's neck.
Vi felt the now-familiar rush of warmth through her body, her heart quickening as her muscles surged and bulked up. Her length stiffened, trapped against Caitlyn's body, and pulsed as it swelled larger and larger until it burned against Caitlyn's flesh, the sheer bulk of the thing always taking Caitlyn's breath away. Vi twitched and growled, her mind flooding pink as her animal instincts took hold completely.
Vi ripped away Caitlyn's nightgown, tearing the slender garment off of her entirely. She pressed her face hungrily to Caitlyn's chest, roughly tonguing her nipple as she took her breast in her mouth. Her other hand slid down, pumping three fingers into Caitlyn's pussy. She found her more than ready, soaked as if she'd already been playing with herself.
Caitlyn whimpered, biting her lower lip to suppress a yelp as Vi left a hickey on her small, sensitive chest. Her back arched into Vi, her loins throbbing in time with that huge, unthinkable dick.
"S-stop playing with me," she whispered, and some part of Vi acknowledged that. Vi, or the beast she'd become, wrapped one hand around Caitlyn's waist, easily flipping her onto the bed and pinning her under her weight. A big hand pressed Caitlyn's head to the bed, the sheriff just managing to turn to the side so she could continue to breathe as she whimpered in anticipation.
She didn't have to wait long. She tensed as she felt Vi's broad tip slide along her needy folds, finding the hole, and screamed as Vi's hips came crashing down on her. The now-familiar sensation of pain turning into ecstatic pleasure radiated from her core in waves, a surge traveling through her as Vi's tip impacted the entrance to her womb. Her vision tunneled a little at that, eyes losing focus as her body writhed.
Vi was utterly merciless. She immediately set about rutting Caitlyn, mating her with a feral vigor. Caitlyn felt her insides spread around the impossibly thick length, forced out of the way by the sheer size and power of the thrust, only to immediately feel herself clamp down, her body weakly squeezing Vi's length as it dragged along every inch, marking her. Claiming her.
All this happened a lot faster than it felt; Vi's hips smashed Caitlyn's ass, an almost machine gun barrage of wet slaps echoing around the room. Vi's dick throbbed in time with their hearts, Caitlyn's beating in sync with the massive beast she could feel filling every inch of space she possessed. Caitlyn's ass rippled with each impact, even her minimal fatty tissue bounced by sheer impact. It was backbreaking, desperate sex, well beyond the territory of making love. They were breeding.
Vi's first didn't last long- they never did. They went at it too hard for that, the drugged-up Vi a beast that only cared about racing to get herself off. Vi lay on top of her, pumping thick, virulent seed deep into Caitlyn's belly, flooding her insides with warmth. Caitlyn, shuddering through her fourth or fifth orgasm, could only groan weakly. Vi was breathing in great pants like some sort of beast. Even while barely cognizant, her mind overloaded with pain and pleasure, Caitlyn was able to savor this next part- she felt the pressure relent as Vi's length went a little limp inside her. She bit her lower lip, shivering in anticipation- and, surely enough, it came. She whimpered, her back arching as she felt Vi harden inside her. Vi was never satisfied with just one.
Downstairs, suspended upside down in the dark, Jinx bit her lower lip and strained at her bonds. She could hear every grunt, every wet slap echoing through the home to where she was being held. Having caused it the first time, she was able to so vividly picture the kind of thrashing Vi was giving the sheriff right now. She squirmed, making an angry face as if she were trying to convince herself she was furious.
She was, but that wasn't what was maddening about this. What was maddening was that she couldn't touch herself. How long had she been here- a few days, max. No opportunity to take care of herself. Even now, she was swollen and needy, her folds so desperate that she could feel something leak from her, a warm droplet seeping into her clothes. She'd gone longer with less, but something about what was happening upstairs was driving her crazy. She cursed the sheriff, at the same time admiring her cruel genius- did she know what she was doing to her? Even she couldn't have realized how… how twisted and depraved Jinx had become, right?
Jinx let out a scream of frustration, thrashing in her bonds. The noises upstairs didn't abate for a second, and Jinx failed to evoke any feeling from her bonds. She doubted the creature Vi had become now would even care if she knew Jinx was downstairs.
She bit her lower lip, squeezing her eyes shut, and tried to settle down.
Caitlyn brushed her hair from her face, blinking away the dizzy bleariness she always got after these nights. She was sitting on the bed, looking down at Vi… who looked small, shrunken. The pink haired girl lay on her side, chest rising and falling with her breathing. She was almost in a fetal position, curled up protectively… and facing away from Caitlyn's side of the bed. Cait felt a twinge of something- remorse, possibly. She pushed it away.
It was early still, just after sunrise- even though they must have been up together until late in the night, Caitlyn was awake. She moved to a bathroom, turning on the sink and splashing cold water on her face. She lifted her head, meeting her own eyes for a moment, then craned her neck. The bruises weren't fresh- she must have somehow managed to avoid getting choked last night. She grunted.
The shower was hot enough to sting her skin. Gingerly, she washed herself, taking great care around her swollen pussy and slightly bruised breasts- the slight purple outline of Vi's fingers visible in her soft flesh. She'd never thought of herself as particularly attractive- she wasn't very bountifully graced in either her chest or ass, and she'd always been a bit too tall for her athletic build, making her a bit gangly. She gingerly touched a bruise, wincing at the small jolt of pain. Vi didn't care about any of that. Vi squeezed and groped even when there was hardly anything to work with. Cait had to admit she liked that… liked it a lot.
Out of the shower, she brushed her hair, pulling it back into a tight ponytail. She carefully removed a paper-wrapped package from her medicine cabinet, unfolding the tight package to look at the neat, white pills inside. She picked one up between slender fingers, holding it up to examine it. She filled a small glass of water and swallowed the pill, just as she did every morning after a night with Vi.
She was dressed and in the kitchen around an hour later, still wearing the turtleneck. Quietly, she prepared breakfast- eggs, sausage, bacon and biscuits. She wasn't the best cook, but these were simple enough to make. She portioned out three helpings, trapping them under silver bowls to keep them warm. She set two on a larger, rectangular tray and one on a smaller one. She glanced out the window, judging the time. Vi wouldn't be awake yet.
She heard the rattling of the chain even before she entered the room. Sometime after their last conversation, Caitlyn had thought to blindfold Jinx. The hellion's head jerked towards her as she entered, her twin braids piled on the floor.
"That you, sheriff? You gonna let me outta here to make you some more drugs~? I heard you usin' the last of it last night! Just can't help yourself, huh? Taking advantage of her over and over, abusing every scrap of trust she had in you until-"
Caitlyn plugged Jinx's mouth with a helping of eggs, sighing. Jinx wasn't… entirely wrong. Jinx chewed ferociously, determined to continue chewing out Caitlyn. "Anh fuhthrmor-"
Cait shoved more food down her gullet, leaning in and daintily sniffing at Jinx's bindings, her nose crinkling. Jinx stank. She frowned, detecting another scent along with it. She stepped forwards, taking another sniff. She touched a finger between Jinx's legs, where her thighs were compressed together by the cocoon wrap. It came away damp.
"Whaddaya think you're smelling, taintsniffing-!" Jinx's breath hitched at even the tiny touch, her back arching like a bolt of lightning. "G-get away from there!"
Caitlyn stared at her faintly glistening finger. It wasn't that long ago that such a thing would have disgusted her, that Jinx would have disgusted her, but now, after everything she'd done? The idea of Jinx, trapped down here unable to even masturbate listening to Vi absolutely destroy her…
"You little slut," Caitlyn said, her voice cold but strangely neutral. She interrupted Jinx in the middle of a string of obscenities by grabbing her by the throat, exerting enough pressure to cut off a 'fuck you!' into a choking wheeze. Her hand reached out on its own and before she knew what she was doing, she'd slipped long fingers through the wrap that kept Jinx's legs tightly bound to rub the source of the damp.
The plate of food lay forgotten. She didn't even remember setting it down.
Jinx's back arched and the restraints creaked as Caitlyn stroked her pussy through her panties, her body simply unable to hide what she was feeling. Jinx's eyes were wide, shocked, and something in Caitlyn took a perverse pleasure in seeing that. Given, it meant she'd stooped to a low Jinx simply hadn't thought she would… but she'd already been doing that, so doing this gave her very little pause. "Hgggkk~!"
"You must have been down here hearing every moment of it," Caitlyn continued, her voice remaining soft but powerful. Her fingers were lazily stroking up and down her folds, her panties soaked straight through and the pitiful excuse for clothes she wore doing little to stop her. Her grip on Jinx's throat remained strong- she could breathe with a little difficulty, but talking back was out of the question. "Every last grunt and moan as your precious sister used her massive cock to ruin me."
Jinx had been many things to Caitlyn- a terror, a monster, a manipulator. All that cocky confidence was gone, now, replaced by shock, grudging arousal, and a little fear. Caitlyn practically breathed in the waves of submission coming off the smaller girl, mind flooding with a power she hadn't known before. Her fingers pressed hard into her clit, making Jinx jolt and let out a wheezing groan.
"All the while unable to so much as touch yourself. Not like the first time. You probably thought I was too busy to hear you, but I did. Giddily rubbing yourself off while I got assaulted, thinking about how smart and clever you are." Her fingers continued to grind against Jinx's clit, making her writhe and gasp. The look on her face as Caitlyn took her over was priceless, more fuel for the strange, cold fire burning in Caitlyn's belly.
She leaned forwards, finally forming two fingers together and mercilessly plunging them into Jinx's pussy. The petite girl's back bent, her chest thrusting out as her body reacted on its own, a strangled cry escaping her. "HNGH~!"
Caitlyn smiled, and it was the most terrifying expression Jinx had ever seen on the sheriff's face. She methodically pumped her fingers, the hand around her throat relaxing a little to stroke the side of her face in a perverse parody of a lover.
"Do you feel so smart and clever now? Your little trap only served to make me stronger. Vi is upstairs and I have been so thoroughly enjoying her company. Despite all your best efforts, Vi is mine. Despite all your cleverness, you are mine. Mine to toy with as I please, unable to get so much as a finger on your own slutty genitals without my say-so." Her fingers were pumping fast and mercilessly, curling her fingers to drag against the length of Jinx's inner walls behind her clit, stroking her g-spot. She'd never fingered anyone else before, but now playing Jinx like an instrument came naturally to her. Jinx's breath came in great, heaving gasps, eyes fluttering as Caitlyn pushed her towards the edge. "Hardly any time at all and you're ready to burst. Where is that cocky confidence now?"
Caitlyn could feel her own breathing increasing but she took great care to control herself, loathe to let Jinx think she was enjoying this even a fraction as much as the hellion. The burning, that familiar tightness, sparked inside her again. She added a third finger, drawing out a whimpering wail from the hellion.
Caitlyn was by no means a master of the female orgasm- in fact, this was the first time she'd really played around with anyone except herself- but she recognized enough of the signs. Just as she felt Jinx was actually going to cum around her fingers, she stopped cold, fingers half inside her. The hellion gasped and shook, the sudden absence of the regular motion like a bucket of water thrown on her face. She tried and struggled in vain, but with Caitlyn there to prevent her from swinging, the most she could do was clench her pussy. She looked up at Caitlyn, desperation in her tortured gaze. Her next words were a choked reply.
"W-why? C-can't…" The taunt died on her lips, shriveling up at the look in the Sheriff's eye.
"Beg." Caitlyn hardly recognized her own voice, her heartbeat thundering in her ears. Her nerves felt peaked, every sense sharpened. A little of that hunger, the same way she looked at Vi, seeped through. Jinx cowered as she saw it but couldn't look away, drawn into the dark pits in the middle of those glacial blues.
"Wh- what?" She shakily replied, still gasping for breath. Caitlyn's fingers withdrew agonizingly slowly, Jinx so keyed up even that was enough to make her stomach suck in.
"You want to cum. Beg for me to make you cum." Jinx's eyes widened and Caitlyn got that feeling again- the feeling she'd crossed a line the hellion didn't think her capable of. She didn't care. All that mattered to her was the feeling of power. The feeling of control.
She watched Jinx for what must have felt like an eternity. Her fingers kept withdrawing- a whimper as one slipped out, a soft gasp as two. Finally, just as her last finger was a nails-length from withdrawing, Jinx let out a desperate whine. Caitlyn stopped, listening as Jinx's most timid, shaky voice reached out. "P-please…"
"Please what?" Jinx cringed at the reply she knew was coming. Upside down, her folds were still swollen, engorged with need and dribbling snail trails down her body. Her legs were bound together and she wanted so desperately to spread them, needed the release that Caitlyn had made her body crave.
"P-please… please make me cum…"
Caitlyn savored the rush of endorphins hearing Jinx beg produced. Her fingers returned with a vengeance, pushing in so hard that it made the hellion scream before Caitlyn grabbed her by the throat again, cutting off the sound into a wheeze. Caitlyn's fingers mercilessly pistoned, this time forcing her over the limit and keeping going. Jinx came, her insides squeezing Cait's fingers, but Caitlyn kept right on moving, even hooking her thumb to hit the hellion's clit with every thrust. Jinx's body convulsed, pleasure-spasms shooting through her and a single, choked sound coming out of her as Caitlyn overstimulated her.
"Never forget that," Caitlyn hissed, lifting her head to hear her more clearly, feeling her throat clench and convulse under her grip. "Never forget what you were willing to stoop to just for me to get you off. Your pride, your hate, every last shred of your dignity you forfeit to me for your lust."
Once Jinx's eyes rolled back in her head, Caitlyn let her go. Her fingers withdrew and her hand released, letting the messy, ruined Jinx swing back to her resting position. She was gasping for air, tears falling in streams of ecstasy, her whole body trembling like a leaf in a storm as her slutty pussy spurt and oozed her juices. Almost as an afterthought, Caitlyn stripped Jinx of what little she was wearing, leaving her hanging naked. Her eyes swept her once, ravishing her by gaze alone.
Caitlyn left, leaving the rest of the food somewhere Jinx could theoretically reach with her mouth. The door barely clicked shut behind her when Caitlyn's fingers slid between her legs, plunging into herself with a huff of breath. That dark, insane feeling of power still coursed through her, nearly making her weak at the knees as she furiously fingered herself. She lifted her nightshirt, biting a thick wad of the fabric to muffle her grunts as her eyes rolled back in her head.
She came fast, much faster than ever before. The pleasure arched her back like a thunderbolt, a gasp all that managed to escape the fabric as she came so hard she actually squirt. The jet of fluid shot out, spattering on the floor in her hallway. Her knees buckled and her legs nearly gave out, a wave of dizziness sweeping over her. Never in her life had she cum like that… except when Vi fucked her.
The relief she felt from the massive orgasm was short-lived, leaving her struggling to catch her breath as the tight feeling slowly came back. She let out a frustrated growl, releasing the clutch of her nightgown and panting for breath.
Vi…
Caitlyn's eyes closed, biting her lower lip, then reopened. Her cheeks were flushed. Waves of pleasure still crashed through her body, tingling her extremities. They were out of vials. Without the serum, Vi might not be able to satisfy her…
But she was sure going to make her try.