AN: I feel that this chapter has a lot of introduction, but it's something i have been thinking for a while, since where is the fun if nobody stands against LeBlanc? Also, those new Choosen of the wolf skins are very cool, check them out
LeBlanc sat in her office, her eyes narrowed as she looked over the latest financial reports. The numbers were not good. Business had been slow for the past few weeks, and she needed to get to the bottom of it. She looked up as Ahri entered the room, her expression cold and unyielding as she spoke.
"What's going on, Ahri?"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous."I need a report. Now."
Ahri shifted uncomfortably, her eyes darting to the floor as she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper."I...I caught a client talking about something, mistress,"she said, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment."I'm not sure how to say it."
LeBlanc's eyes narrowed, her patience wearing thin as she looked at Ahri, her voice sharp and demanding as she spoke."About what, Ahri? Spit it out, girl."
Ahri took a deep breath, her voice shaking as she spoke, her eyes still fixed on the floor."About a new brothel, mistress,"she said, her voice barely audible."Cheaper than ours, they say, with better girls."
LeBlanc's face darkened, her eyes flashing with anger as she listened to Ahri's words."A new what?"she demanded, her voice rising in pitch as her fury grew."A new brothel? Who the fuck do they think they are, trying to steal my clients? My girls?"
She stood up from her desk, her chair crashing to the floor behind her as she advanced on Ahri, her hands clenched into fists at her sides as she spoke, her voice shaking with rage."Who is it, Ahri? Who the fuck is behind this?"
Ahri shrank back from LeBlanc's fury, her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke, her eyes wide with fear."I...I don't know, mistress,"she said, her voice shaking."But I heard a name. Jericho. I think that's who they said was behind it."
LeBlanc's eyes narrowed, her mind racing as she tried to place the name. Jericho. Where had she heard that before? And then, suddenly, it came to her. The Black Bird. That was the name of the new brothel. And Jericho was the owner.
She turned away from Ahri, her hands shaking with rage as she looked around her office, her eyes landing on the delicate vase that sat on her desk. With a roar of fury, she swept it off the desk, sending it crashing to the floor in a shower of shattered porcelain.
Ahri flinched at the sound, her body shaking with fear as she watched LeBlanc unleash her wrath, smashing and trashing everything in sight. Furniture was overturned, books were thrown across the room, pictures were ripped from the walls and torn to shreds.
And through it all, LeBlanc screamed and raged, her voice echoing off the walls as she unleashed her fury on the room, on the world, on the very idea that someone would dare to challenge her, to steal her clients, her girls, her power.
Ahri watched in horror, her body pressed against the wall as she tried to make herself as small as possible, praying that LeBlanc's wrath would not turn on her. And as the old woman's rage finally began to subside, as she stood amidst the wreckage of her office, her chest heaving with exertion.
"Ahri dear, please send someone to clean the mess you made here" LeBlanc asks her "And gather all the girls, i have to talk with them"
LeBlanc's eyes narrowed as she looked at the line of girls before her, her expression cold and unreadable as she spoke, her voice low and dangerous."How have you all been?"she asked, her tone almost kind, almost gentle, a stark contrast to the rage that had consumed her only moments before.
The girls remained silent, their eyes wide with fear and uncertainty as they looked at LeBlanc, unsure of what to make of her sudden change in demeanor. And as the silence stretched on, LeBlanc's smile only grew wider, more unsettling as she continued to speak, her voice soft and soothing as she addressed the girls.
"You all have Sunday's rest to go to the town and relax from the chateau,"she said, her eyes scanning the line of girls, her gaze lingering on each one for a moment before moving on to the next."I was wondering, during those days, have any of you heard of something new? Something...different?"
The girls shifted uncomfortably, their eyes darting to the floor as they tried to avoid LeBlanc's gaze, their minds racing with thoughts of the new brothel, of the man who had approached Karma, of the rumors that had been circulating among the townspeople.
And then, slowly, Karma stepped forward, her voice shaking as she spoke, her eyes fixed on the floor as she addressed LeBlanc."I...I found a man on the market, LeBlanc,"she said, her voice barely above a whisper."He was hooded, and he asked me if I wanted a nice job, with an excellent pay. I told him I didn't need it, but he gave me a card and told me I could visit them anytime if I changed my mind."
LeBlanc's eyes flashed with anger as she listened to Karma's words, her hands clenching into fists at her sides as she tried to maintain her composure, to keep her rage from boiling over once again."And what did the card say, Karma?"she asked, her voice low and dangerous as she spoke.
Karma swallowed hard, her voice shaking as she replied, her eyes still fixed on the floor."It said something like the black crow, mistress,"she said, her voice barely audible."I didn't keep the card, but I remembered the name."
LeBlanc's face darkened, her eyes narrowing as she looked at Karma, her mind racing with thoughts of revenge, of destruction, of the man who dared to challenge her, to steal her girls, her power. And as she stood there, surrounded by the girls who had once been her greatest asset, her most prized possessions, she knew that she had to act, had to do something to stop this new brothel, to crush it under her heel before it could grow any stronger.
LeBlanc's eyes flashed with anger as she looked at Karma, her voice low and dangerous as she spoke, her words cutting through the air like a knife."If any of you hear anything about that place, anything at all, you report it to Ahri immediately,"she said, her gaze sweeping over the line of girls, her expression cold and unyielding."And let me remind you all, I hate disloyalty. I will not tolerate it."
She turned her attention back to Karma, her eyes narrowing as she looked at the younger woman, her voice softening slightly as she spoke, but no less menacing."Karma, I want to speak with you privately,"she said, her tone almost conversational."Come with me."
Karma's heart raced as she looked at LeBlanc, her stomach churning with fear and uncertainty as she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper as she replied."Yes, mistress,"she said, her eyes darting to the floor as she fell into step behind the older woman, her mind racing with thoughts of what was to come.
The other girls watched in silence as Karma followed LeBlanc from the room, their eyes wide with fear and pity as they looked at each other, knowing all too well the fate that awaited the poor girl who had dared to speak out of turn.
And as the door closed behind them, the room fell silent, the air heavy with tension and dread as the girls waited, their hearts pounding in their chests as they wondered what horrors LeBlanc would unleash upon Karma, what punishment she would met out for her perceived disloyalty.
LeBlanc's eyes narrowed as she looked at Karma, her expression cold and unreadable as she spoke, her voice low and dangerous."So, Karma,"she said, her tone almost conversational, but with an undercurrent of threat."I have to ask...were you considering the option that the other man gave you? Were you thinking of leaving me, of going to work for this...Black Crow?"
Karma swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest as she looked at LeBlanc, her eyes wide with fear and uncertainty."No, mistress,"she said, her voice shaking as she spoke, her words tumbling out in a rush."I...I was not considering it. there is no point to ir. Changing a cage for another does not mean anything to me. Besides, whoever runs this Black Crow could be even worse than you. I...I would never leave you, mistress. Never."
LeBlanc's smile was cold and mocking as she looked at Karma, her eyes gleaming with a cruel amusement as she spoke, her voice low and dangerous. "Oh, Karma," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Your loyalty is so touching. But I'm afraid I can't let it go to waste. At least, not yet."
She stepped closer to Karma, her hand reaching out to caress the younger woman's cheek with a sickeningly gentle touch as she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper."You see, I think that going to work at the Black Crow could be...useful. For both of us."
Karma's eyes widened in shock and horror as she listened to LeBlanc's words, her mind racing with thoughts of what the old woman could possibly have in mind."But...but mistress,"she stammered, her voice shaking with fear."I...I don't understand. How could that be useful?"
LeBlanc's smile only grew wider as she looked at Karma, her eyes gleaming with a cruel amusement as she spoke, her voice low and dangerous."Oh, Karma,"she purred, her hand still caressing the younger woman's cheek."You misunderstand. I'm not sending you away of here. In fact, We're going together. Both of us are going to seek a new...job opportunity."
With a wave of her hand, LeBlanc's appearance began to change, her pale skin turning a soft pink, her short hair growing out to the base of her back, her eyes taking on a bright, innocent blue. And as she stood there, transformed into the image of a young, blonde woman, she turned to Karma, her expression cold and unyielding as she spoke.
"Now, Karma,"she said, her voice taking on a sweet, almost childlike quality."Let's go and see what this Black Crow has to offer, shall we? I have a feeling that they're going to be very...interested in meeting us."
And with that, she turned and strode from the room, leaving Karma to follow in her wake, her heart pounding in her chest as she wondered what horrors awaited them at the Black Crow, what new torments LeBlanc had in store for her, for them all.
The sun beat down on the market square as Karma and LeBlanc, in disguise, made their way through the crowded stalls, their eyes scanning the faces of the people around them, searching for the man who had approached Karma before.
After what felt like an eternity, they finally spotted him, his hood drawn low over his face as he leaned against a nearby wall, his eyes flicking over the crowd as if searching for someone, something.
Karma took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come as she and LeBlanc approached the man, their footsteps soft on the cobblestones.
The man's eyes narrowed as he saw Karma, his expression unreadable as he spoke, his voice low and dangerous."Well, well, well, I remember you"he said, his gaze flicking over to LeBlanc for a moment before returning to Karma."What brings you here, girl?"
Karma swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest as she spoke, her voice shaking slightly as she addressed the man."I...I'm here about the job, sir,"she said, her eyes darting to the floor as she spoke."My friend and I are considering a new opportunity. We were wondering if you could tell us more about it."
The man's eyes flicked back to LeBlanc, his gaze lingering on the younger woman for a moment before he spoke, his voice low and guarded as he addressed her."And who might you be, girl?"he asked, his tone almost dismissive.
LeBlanc stepped forward, her head bowed slightly as she spoke, her voice meek and submissive as she addressed the man, feigning a look of desperation and need."My name is Evaine, sir,"she said, her voice barely above a whisper."I...I need the money. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to provide for myself and my family."
The man's expression softened slightly as he looked at LeBlanc, his eyes narrowing as he considered her words, as he weighed the potential value of bringing her into the fold of the Black Crow. And as he stood there, considering his options, Karma held her breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for his response, as she prayed that he would take the bait, that he would lead them to the Black Crow.
And then, finally, the man spoke, his voice low and dangerous as he addressed LeBlanc, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger as he spoke."Very well, Evaine,"he said, his tone almost mocking her."I think we can find a place for you at the Black Crow. Both of you, in fact."
The man tells them that they can call him Talon. pretty soon they will understand why. He tells them to follow him.
After walking for a while between the ruins and the ragged tents of the survivors in the city, they arrive to what, on the outside, appeared to be a military building of some sorts. simple, dull, but imposing in some way.
Talon signals them to go inside, and he follows after them.
Karma's eyes widened in shock as she took in the scene before her, her heart pounding in her chest as she looked around at the twisted, depraved world that the Black Crow had created. The Chemtech illumination cast a sickly green glow over everything, making the place look even more like a twisted version of Zaun than Noxus.
The naked girls danced on the platforms, their bodies covered in scars and bruises as they gyrated and writhed for the amusement of the men who threw coins at them, who leered and laughed and jeered as they watched the pathetic spectacle.
And at the bottom of the room, the man in the white suit sat at the bar, his eyes cold and calculating as he watched the new arrivals, his hand still clenched in a fist from his recent victory in the arm-wrestling match.
Talon approached the man, his voice low and respectful as he addressed him, his eyes flicking to Karma and LeBlanc for a moment before returning to the man's face."Sir,"he said, his tone almost deferential."I've brought two new girls for you to consider. They're eager to join our little...family."
The man's eyes narrowed as he looked at Karma and LeBlanc, his gaze lingering on each of them for a moment before he spoke, his voice low and dangerous as he addressed them."Is that so?"he asked, his tone almost casual,"And what makes you think that you're worthy of joining our little...family?"
Karma's heart raced as she looked at the man, her mind reeling with fear and uncertainty as she tried to think of what to say, of how to convince him.
And as she stood there, trembling with fear and desperation, LeBlanc stepped forward, her head bowed slightly as she spoke, her voice meek and submissive as she addressed the man, feigning a look of desperation and need."We...we'll do anything, sir,"she said, her voice barely above a whisper."Anything at all. We just want to have a job, a way to sustain our families"
Jericho Swain's eyes roamed over Karma and LeBlanc, a cruel smile playing at the corners of his lips as he took in their contrasting appearances. Karma, with her dark skin and ample curves, stood in stark contrast to LeBlanc's pale, almost ethereal beauty.
The man's eyes narrowed as he looked at LeBlanc, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before he spoke, his voice low and dangerous as he addressed her."Anything, you say?"he asked, his tone almost casual, but with an undercurrent of steel."You're willing to do anything at all, to be a part of our little...family?"
LeBlanc nodded, her head still bowed as she spoke, her voice shaking with fear and desperation as she addressed the man. "Yes, sir," she said, her words tumbling out in a rush. "Anything. We'll do whatever you ask of us."
"Talon,"Swain said, his voice low and commanding as he addressed the man who had brought them here."Take the blonde to the platforms. I want to see what she's made of. I'll be interviewing our new friend here myself."
Talon nodded, his expression unreadable as he gestured for LeBlanc to follow him, leaving Karma alone with Swain, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to hide her fear, her desperation.
Swain rose from his seat at the bar, his eyes never leaving Karma's face as he approached her, his steps slow and measured, like a predator stalking its prey. And as he drew closer, Karma could feel the weight of his gaze on her, the intensity of his scrutiny as he took in every inch of her body, every curve and line.
Swain's eyes narrowed as he looked at Karma, his expression cold and unreadable as he spoke, his voice low and dangerous."Ionian, aren't you?"he asked."I have a particular...disdain for your kind, girl. But that doesn't mean I don't have uses for you."
Karma's heart raced as she listened to Swain's words, her mind reeling with the implications of his hatred for her people, for her. And as she stood there, trembling with fear and uncertainty, her gaze flicked to Swain's arm, to the blue crystal that had replaced his flesh and bone.
And then, in an instant, it all clicked into place. Jericoh Swain, the man who had once been a powerful general in the Noxian army, the man who had lost his arm in battle against Irelia, the Bladesinger. There was no wonder he despised Ionian women, no wonder he sought to subjugate them, to break them, to make them suffer.
Karma's fear grew as she realized the true nature of the man before her, the depths of his cruelty, his sadism. And as she stood there, trembling with terror, Swain called out to his bodyguard, the hulking figure of Darius who stood nearby, his eyes cold and calculating as he watched the scene unfold.
"Darius,"Swain said, his voice low and commanding as he addressed the larger man."This girl will be joining our little...family. I want you to show her the ropes, to teach her the ways of the Black Crow. And make sure she understands the importance of...hospitality."
Darius nodded, his expression unreadable as he approached Karma, his steps slow and measured, like a predator stalking its prey. And as he drew closer, Karma could feel the weight of his gaze on her, the intensity of his scrutiny as he took in every inch of her body, every curve and line.
"Come with me, girl,"Darius said, his voice low and dangerous as he grabbed Karma by the arm, his grip tight and unyielding as he led her away from Swain, towards whatever horrors awaited her in the depths of the Black Crow.
Karma's eyes widened in fear as Darius dragged her into the dimly lit room, the air thick with the smell of sweat and desperation. The men who had gathered there were a gruesome sight, their faces and bodies marred with the scars of battle, many of them missing limbs, their once proud and strong forms now twisted and deformed.
Darius spoke to Karma, his voice low and dangerous, his words cutting through the air like a knife as he addressed her, his gaze cold and unfeeling as he looked at the terrified girl before him."These men here fought with Swain and I in Ionia, girl,"he said, his tone harsh and threatening."And as you can see, they lost a lot because of your people. Now it's time for you to repay them, in kind."
With a growl, Darius reached out, his massive hands grasping the fabric of Karma's clothes and tearing them apart with ease, leaving the young woman naked and vulnerable before the group of men. And as Karma knelt there on the cold, hard ground, her body trembling with fear and shame, Darius loomed over her, his eyes gleaming with a cruel amusement as he addressed the men who stood nearby.
"Gentlemen,"he said, his voice low and dangerous as he addressed the group."We have a new recruit to welcome into our little family. And as is customary, she will show us just how...grateful she is for our hospitality."
The men exchanged grins, their eyes roaming over Karma's naked body, drinking in every inch of her exposed flesh as they awaited their turn to violate and degrade the young Ionian woman. And as they stood there, awaiting their chance to take what they wanted, to hurt and humiliate Karma as they saw fit, Karma could only shudder in fear and despair, her mind racing with the knowledge of the horrors that awaited her at the hands of these brutal men.
And so, as the first man stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger as he looked down at Karma, the young woman could only steel herself for the pain and suffering that was to come, for the degradation and humiliation that would be inflicted upon her in the days and weeks ahead.
body trembling with fear and revulsion as the Noxian soldiers gathered around her, their eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger as they looked down at her naked form. And as they stood there, leering and grinning, the first man stepped forward, his hand reaching out to grasp Karma's hair, his fingers tangling in the dark strands as he pulled her head back, exposing her throat to his cruel gaze.
"Open up, bitch,"he growled, his voice low and dangerous as he addressed Karma, his other hand reaching down to unbuckle his belt, to free his throbbing cock from the confines of his pants."It's time for you to show us just how famous Ionian hospitality."
Karma's heart raced as she looked up at the man, her mind reeling with fear and disgust as she realized what was about to happen, what she was about to be forced to endure. And as she knelt there, trembling and helpless, the man's cock pressed against her lips, the scent of his musk filling her nostrils as he forced his way into her mouth, his thick shaft pushing past her teeth and onto her tongue.
The men around her laughed and jeered as Karma struggled to accommodate the man's girth, her eyes watering as he began to thrust into her mouth, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he used her like a toy, like a piece of meat to be used and discarded as he saw fit.
And as he fucked her mouth, the other men gathered around, their hands reaching out to grope and squeeze Karma's breasts, to pinch and twist her nipples as they watched their comrade violate the young woman, their eyes gleaming with a cruel amusement as they waited their turn to take what they wanted from her.
One of the men grabbed Karma's hair, his fingers tangling in the dark strands as he began to masturbate with it, his cock growing harder and thicker as he used her like a cheap sex toy, his hips moving in time with the man who was fucking her mouth.
The men took turns raping Karma's mouth, their cocks slapping against her face as they laughed and jeered, their hands roaming over her body, groping and squeezing her flesh as they degraded and humiliated her.
"Look at the Ionian slut,"one of them sneered, his voice low and cruel as he addressed the others."She's nothing more than a whore, a piece of meat to be used and discarded."
The men around him laughed and agreed, their voices filled with contempt and cruelty as they looked down at Karma, their eyes gleaming with a sadistic pleasure as they watched her suffer.
And as they stood there, violating and degrading Karma in the most brutal and humiliating ways imaginable, Darius watched from the sidelines, his expression cold and unreadable as he observed the scene unfolding before him.
"Don't cum in her mouth, boys,"he said, his voice low and dangerous as he addressed the men."We have other plans for this little bitch."
With that, he produced a glass from somewhere, holding it out to the men as he spoke, his words slicing through the air like a knife."Fill this up,"he said,"she wil have a taste of the true flavor of Noxian Men"
Each of them unloaded their cum on the glass, filling it to the brim with hot white seed."Drink it, bitch,"Darius growled, his voice low and dangerous as he held the glass out to Karma, his eyes locked with hers as he forced her to look at him, to acknowledge the true depths of her own degradation and humiliation."Drink every last drop, or I'll make you regret it."
Karma's heart raced as she looked at the glass, the thick, viscous liquid inside it glistening in the dim light, the scent of the men's musk filling her nostrils as she realized what she was about to be forced to do.
And with a shudder of revulsion, Karma reached out, her hand trembling as she took the glass from Darius, her fingers wrapping around the warm, smooth surface as she brought it to her lips, her eyes squeezing shut as she prepared herself for the worst.
The men around her laughed and jeered as Karma began to drink, their voices filled with contempt and cruelty as they watched her suffer, as they reveled in her degradation and laughed and mocked her"She's nothing more than a cum-guzzling whore, like all the Ionian bitches" their voices filled with contempt and cruelty as they looked down at Karma, their eyes gleaming with a sadistic pleasure as they watched her drink, as they watched her choke and gag on the thick, viscous liquid that filled her mouth.
And as Karma struggled to swallow, stopping to take some air, her throat convulsing as she tried to force the cum down, Darius growled"Come on, bitch,"his voice low and dangerous as he addressed Karma, his eyes locked with hers as he forced her to look at him, to acknowledge the true depths of her own degradation and humiliation."Drink it all, or I'll shove it down your throat."
Karma's heart raced as she looked at Darius, her mind reeling with fear and disgust as she realized the true depths of the depravity and cruelty that these noxians had to offer. And as she knelt there, trembling and helpless, she knew that she had no choice, that she had to do as she was told, that she had to endure whatever horrors awaited her at the hands of these brutal men.
And so, with a shudder of revulsion, Karma brought the glass to her lips once more, her eyes squeezing shut as she prepared herself for the worst, as she forced herself to drink, to swallow, to choke down every last drop of the thick, viscous liquid that filled her mouth.
The men around her laughed and jeered as Karma finished, their voices filled with contempt and cruelty as they watched her suffer, as they reveled in her degradation and humiliation.
"Good girl,"Darius said, his voice low and dangerous as he addressed Karma, his eyes gleaming with a cruel amusement as he looked down at her, as he acknowledged the true depths of her own degradation and humiliation."Now you understand the true meaning of hospitality, don't you?"
LeBlanc's eyes narrowed as she spotted Swain in the lobby, her blood boiling with rage and hatred as she looked at the man who had dared to come to her city, to her territory, to claim it as his own. And as she stood there, her body moving in time with the music, her eyes locked with Swain's, she knew that she had to play her part, that she had to pretend to be the innocent, timid girl that he expected her to be.
But inside, LeBlanc was seething with anger and resentment, her mind racing with thoughts of revenge, of the ways in which she would make Swain pay for his boldness.
And as she danced, her body moving in a slow, sensual rhythm, LeBlanc scanned the room, her eyes taking in the other girls who worked here. There was the raven-haired beauty with the acrobatic skills, her body moving with a grace and fluidity that was almost hypnotic as she spun and twirled around the pole, her tattooed skin glistening with sweat in the dim light. And there was the punkish girl with the lime green hair, her olive green eyes gleaming with a defiant fire as she bounced and gyrated for the crowd, her tanned skin glistening with a sheen of sweat as she moved.
LeBlanc's heart ached for these girls, they should have been working for her, they should be hers and hers alone.
And then, as LeBlanc's mind raced with thoughts of revenge and salvation, a coin suddenly flew through the air, hitting her in the ass with a sharp, stinging pain. She turned to see a man leering at her, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger as he called out to her, his voice low and dangerous.
"Private time, sweetheart,"he said, his tone mocking."I want to see what you're made of."
LeBlanc's eyes flashed with a dangerous gleam as she looked at the man who had called out to her, her mind racing with thoughts of the ways in which she would make him pay for his arrogance, for his presumption. And as she stood there, her body still moving in time with the music, she knew that she had to play her part, that she had to pretend to be the innocent, timid girl that he expected her to be. And so, with a timid smile, LeBlanc allowed the man to lead her away from the dance floor, her heart pounding with anticipation as she followed him towards the disheveled room, her mind already racing with thoughts of the ways in which she would make him suffer.
As they entered the room, the man pushed LeBlanc onto the bed, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger as he looked down at her, his voice low and dangerous as he spoke.
"I'm going to enjoy this,"he said."You're going to be a good little slut for me, aren't you?"
LeBlanc's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous light as she looked up at the man, her voice soft and meek as she spoke."I will enjoy it too,"she said, her words dripping with a false sweetness, a false innocence that belied the true depths of her evil and her power.
And as the man closed the door behind him, LeBlanc's smile turned into a wicked grin, her eyes flashing with a dark, malevolent light as she prepared herself for the game that was about to begin, for the dance of death and destruction that she was about to unleash upon this poor, unsuspecting fool.
Karma's body screamed in agony as the men violated her in the most brutal and depraved ways imaginable, their cocks plunging into her ass and pussy with a merciless intensity that left her gasping for breath, her mind reeling with the sheer force of the pain and humiliation that she was being subjected to.
Tears streamed down her face as she lay there, helpless and alone, her body stretched to the limit as the men used her like a cheap sex toy, their cocks slamming into her with a relentless force that left her shaking and trembling, her flesh bruised and battered from the relentless assault.
And as they filled her with their cum, their seed spilling out of her holes and down her thighs, Karma could only wonder where LeBlanc was, if the other woman had abandoned her to this fate, if she had left her to suffer and die at the hands of these brutal men.
But before Karma could dwell on her despair for too long, a sudden scream echoed through the air, the sound of it piercing through the fog of pain and humiliation that clouded her mind, the sound of it signaling that something was amiss, that something was happening outside of this room, something that might just save her from the horrors that awaited her.
Darius barked out orders to his men, telling them to dress and get out quickly to see what was happening, his voice low and dangerous as he addressed them, his eyes gleaming with a cruel amusement as he watched them scramble to obey his commands.
And as the men hurried to leave, Darius turned his attention back to Karma, his eyes gleaming with a dark, malevolent light as he spoke, his voice low and dangerous as he addressed her, his words slicing through the air like a knife."I still have something for you, bitch,"he said."Something special, just for you."
LeBlanc's eyes gleamed with a wicked amusement as she lay there on the bed, her legs spread wide in a wanton invitation, her pristine pussy crowned by a small patch of yellow hair that begged to be touched, to be violated by the man who stood before her. And as she looked up at him, her smile was soft and innocent, her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke.
"Please,"she said, her words dripping with a false sweetness, a false innocence that belied the true depths of her evil and her power."Be gentle with me. I've never done this before."
The man laughed, his voice low and cruel as he addressed LeBlanc, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger as he looked down at her, as he drank in the sight of her naked flesh, of her perfect, untouched body.
"You better get accustomed to the clients here, bitch,"he replied,"They don't take kindly to inexperience."And with that, he lunged forward, his cock plunging into LeBlanc's pussy with a sudden, brutal force that would have made most women cry out in pain, would have made most women recoil in horror at the sheer force of the violation.
But LeBlanc was no ordinary woman, no timid, innocent victim to be used by the likes of this man. She was a force to be reckoned with, a dark and powerful sorceress that would stop at nothing to achieve her goals, to make her enemies pay for their crimes.
And as the man began to thrust into her, his cock slamming into her pussy with a merciless intensity that left most women gasping for breath, LeBlanc's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with a cruel amusement as she felt her magic begin to take effect, as she felt the warmth of her pussy begin to grow, to intensify with every thrust, every brutal slam of the man's cock into her flesh.
At first, it was a delight, a warm, tingling sensation that spread through the man's body, that made his cock grow harder, his thrusts more intense as he felt the heat of LeBlanc's pussy enveloping him, as he felt the soft, wet walls of her cunt clenching around him, drawing him deeper and deeper into her flesh.
But as the seconds ticked by, as the man continued to thrust into LeBlanc's pussy, the warmth began to grow, to intensify, to become something more than a mere tingling sensation, something more than a delightful heat that made his cock throb with pleasure.
It became a searing, burning pain, a sensation that made the man cry out in agony, that made his body convulse and twist as he felt the fire of LeBlanc's magic consuming him, as he felt his flesh burning, his cock blistering and blackening as it was cooked from the inside out.
And as the man screamed, as his body twisted and convulsed in agony, LeBlanc's legs tightened around his hips, her ankles locking behind his back as she held him in place, as she refused to let him pull out, to escape the hellish torment that her pussy had become.
"Isn't this nice?"she purred, her voice soft and innocent, a stark contrast to the evil that was consuming the man, to the pain and suffering that she was inflicting upon him."You're enjoying it, aren't you?"
The man could only scream in response, his voice hoarse and ragged as he begged for mercy, as he pleaded with LeBlanc to let him go, to release him from the hellish torment that her pussy had become.
LeBlanc's eyes gleamed with a wicked amusement as she watched the man stumble out of the room, his body burning and blistering, his screams of agony echoing through the halls of the brothel as he ran, naked and desperate, creating chaos and spreading fear in his search of something, anything, that would cool the hellish fire that consumed him.
And as he ran, LeBlanc's laughter followed him, her voice soft and mocking as she called out to him, her words dripping with a false sweetness that belied the true depths of her evil and her power.
"You weren't able to stand my warm embrace,"she said, her tone playful"You should have been more careful, more gentle with me."
And with that, LeBlanc turned and walked away, her hips swaying with a seductive grace as she made her way through the brothel, her eyes scanning the crowd, searching for her next victim, for the next man who would fall prey to her dark and twisted desires.
But as LeBlanc made her way through the brothel, the man's screams began to grow louder, more desperate, more filled with a primal, animalistic terror that made the very air tremble with fear and uncertainty.
And then, suddenly, a burst of flames erupted from the man's body, his flesh igniting like a torch as he screamed and thrashed, his body convulsing and twisting in agony as the fire consumed him, as it reduced him to nothing more than a charred, blackened husk.
Swain watched the scene unfold with a cold, calculating gaze, his eyes narrowing as he turned to Talon, his voice low and dangerous as he spoke.
"Who was that man with?"he asked, his voice calmed, but his expression urgent."Who was the girl he was with?"
Talon hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering with a hint of uncertainty as he looked at Swain, as he realized the true depths of the danger that they were in, the true depths of the evil that had infiltrated their ranks.
"It was one of the new girls,"he said, his voice barely above a whisper."The blonde one. Her name was Evaine."
Swain's eyes widened in recognition, his mind racing with the knowledge of who this girl truly was, of the true depths of the evil and the power that she possessed.
"Find her,"he growled, his voice low and dangerous as he addressed his lackeys, his eyes gleaming with a cold, malevolent light."Find her and bring her to me. I want to know what she's doing here, what she's planning."
And as the lackeys scrambled to obey, to search the brothel for the girl who had caused such chaos and destruction, LeBlanc watched from the shadows, her eyes gleaming with a wicked amusement as she realized that her true identity had been discovered, that the game was now afoot, that the hunt was on.
Karma's body trembled in agony as Darius's massive cock forced its way into her sore ass, the brutal assault leaving her gasping and screaming, her mind reeling with the sheer force of the pain and the humiliation that she was being subjected to.
The enormous cock stretched her ass to the limit, the man's brutal thrusts driving the air from her lungs as he used her body like a cheap sex toy, his hands gripping her hips with a bruising force that left her flesh battered and bruised, her skin red and inflamed from the relentless assault.
And as the minutes ticked by, as Darius continued to brutally sodomize her, Karma could only wonder how much longer she could take this, how much longer her body would be able to withstand the brutal onslaught of this man's depraved desires.
But then, just as Karma felt herself on the brink of unconsciousness, of succumbing to the pain and the humiliation of it all, Darius finally reached his climax, his cock erupting with a torrent of cum that he spilled onto the floor beneath them, his body trembling with the force of his release.
And as the last drops of his semen dripped from his spent cock, Darius reached down, his massive hand grabbing Karma by the hair as he forced her head down, her nose pressing against the pool of his cum that had collected on the floor.
"Sniff it up, you fucking slut,"he growled, his voice growling as he addressed her."I want to see you snort up my cum like the worthless whore that you are."
Karma's stomach churned with revulsion as she felt the acrid, pungent scent of Darius's semen filling her nostrils, her mind reeling with disgust and humiliation as she tried to resist, to push herself away from the depraved act that the man was forcing upon her.
But Darius was stronger, his grip on her hair unyielding as he held her in place, his voice low and dangerous as he spoke."Do it, bitch,Or I'll make you lick it up instead."
And with a sob of despair and humiliation, Karma opened her mouth, her nose pressing against the pool of cum as she inhaled deeply, the acrid scent of it filling her senses, the taste of it coating her tongue as it slid down her throat and nose, leaving her gagging and retching at the sheer depravity of it all.
Karma felt herself on the verge of passing out, of succumbing to the nausea and the revulsion of it all, when the sound of the door opening snapped her back to reality, her eyes widening in surprise and fear as she tried to look up, to see who had entered the room.
But it was too late, her body already sliding into unconsciousness, her mind reeling with the pain and the humiliation of it all, as the darkness claimed her, as she knew no more.
As LeBlanc stood there, surrounded by Swain, Talon, and their men, her smile widened, her eyes gleaming with a dark, malevolent light as she looked at Swain, as she realized the true depths of the fear and the uncertainty that lurked behind his eyes.
"Who are you?" the Old man asked, a menacing gesture on his face.
And then, with a slow, deliberate motion, LeBlanc spread her legs, her fingers trailing down her body, tracing the curves of her breasts, her stomach, before finally coming to rest on the soft, warm folds of her pussy, her fingers spreading her lips apart, revealing the pristine, alluring flesh that lay beneath.
"Don't you recognize me, Jericoh?"she purred, her voice soft and seductive, a stark contrast to the evil that lurked beneath the surface."I thought you would have known me anywhere."
Swain's eyes widened in recognition, his mind racing with the knowledge of who this girl truly was, of the true depths of the evil and the power that she possessed.
"LeBlanc,"he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes flickering with a hint of fear and uncertainty as he looked at the woman who stood before him, the woman who had caused such chaos and destruction in her wake.
And as the magic that had concealed LeBlanc's true form faded away, revealing her short purple hair, her pale skin, her dark lips, the temptress and the sorcerer that lurked beneath the surface, Swain could only stare in awe and terror, his mind reeling with the knowledge of the true nature of that woman
"You've been a bad boy, Jericoh,"LeBlanc said, her voice soft and seductive."You should have stayed out of Noxus, in Ionia. This is my territory, my domain. And you have violated it."
Swain's eyes narrowed, his voice low and calm as he addressed LeBlanc.
"I don't care about your territory, LeBlanc,"he said, his words dripping with a false bravado that belied the true depths of his fear and uncertainty."I am the biggest Mcdady in Runterra. And not even you can stop me."
LeBlanc's laughter echoed through the room, her voice soft and mocking as she addressed Swain, her words dripping with a false sweetness that belied the true depths of her evil and her power.
"You always were a fool, Jericoh,"she said,"You think that you can challenge me, that you can defy the very old gods themselves? You think that you can take what is mine and make it your own?"
Talon and the others lunged forward, their knives glinting in the dim light of the room, LeBlanc's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with a dark, malevolent light as she watched them approach, as she watched them fall into her trap, her decoy.
And as the knives plunged into the clone, the decoy that LeBlanc had created to lure them in, to make them think that they had struck a blow against her, the figure crumpled to the ground, its form dissolving into nothingness, leaving nothing but a pile of dust and ashes in its wake.
Swain's eyes widened in surprise and fear as he realized the true depths of the trap that they had fallen into, as he realized that LeBlanc had outsmarted them, had outmaneuvered them in a way that he had never thought possible.
"Search the place,"he growled, his voice low and dangerous as he addressed his men, his eyes scanning the room, searching for any sign of LeBlanc, for any hint of where she might be hiding."She's here somewhere. Find her."
Karma awoke with a start, her body aching and sore from the brutal treatment she had endured at the hands of Darius and his men. As she blinked the sleep from her eyes, she found herself in a familiar room, the walls adorned with rich tapestries and ornate furniture. She was in her bed, the sheets soft and silky against her skin.
As she sat up, she felt a sharp pain in her ass, a reminder of the brutal sodomy she had been subjected to. Her mouth tasted of cum, the acrid taste still lingering on her tongue, and as she looked down at her body, she saw that it was marked with mocking insults about her Ionian heritage, crude words and symbols written with ink on her skin
But despite the pain and the humiliation, Karma felt a sense of relief wash over her. She was safe now, or as safe as someone who worked for LeBlanc could be.
As she swung her legs over the side of the bed, she heard a soft voice behind her.
"Ah, you're awake. I was beginning to wonder if you would ever stir."
Karma turned to see Ahri standing in the doorway, a cup of tea in her hands. The fox-woman's eyes were filled with a warm, compassionate light as she looked at Karma, her expression one of concern and understanding.
"Here, drink this,"Ahri said, offering the cup to Karma."It will help with the pain and the soreness."
Karma took the cup with a grateful nod, her hands shaking slightly as she brought it to her lips. The tea was warm and soothing, the herbs and spices calming her nerves and easing the ache in her body.
As she sipped the tea, Karma looked up at Ahri, her eyes filled with confusion and disbelief.
"What happened?"she asked, her voice barely above a whisper."How did I get here? The last thing I remember is being in that room with Darius and his men, and then...nothing."
Ahri's expression softened, her eyes filled with a gentle understanding as she looked at Karma.
"I don't know all the details,"she said, her voice soft and soothing."But I know that LeBlanc arrived just a few hours ago, with you on her back. She carried you here herself, and insisted that you be taken care of immediately."
Karma's eyes widened in shock, her mind reeling with the implications of Ahri's words. LeBlanc had rescued her? It was impossible. The sorceress was known for her cruelty and her indifference to the suffering of others. She had no reason to help Karma, no reason to risk her own safety to save the Ionian girl.
But as Karma looked up at Ahri, she saw the truth in the fox-woman's eyes. LeBlanc had indeed rescued her, had brought her back to her chateau and ensured that she was taken care of.
"Why?"Karma asked, her voice trembling with emotion."Why would LeBlanc do this? She has no reason to help me."
Ahri smiled, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous light as she looked at Karma.
"Because you are her property, my dear,"she said, her voice filled with a teasing warmth."And LeBlanc doesn't like to lose her things to other people. You belong to her now, and remeber: You are here forever."
Karma felt a shiver run down her spine at Ahri's words, fear coursing through her veins. She was LeBlanc's property now, a possession to be used and controlled by the sorceress's whims. And yet, despite the fear and the uncertainty, Karma felt a strange sense of comfort in knowing that she had not been discarded
LeBlanc sat at her desk, her fingers tracing the edge of the polished wood as she thought about the events of the past few days. Swain's betrayal still burned in her mind, the knowledge that he had dared to challenge her authority in her own territory stoking the fires of her rage and her desire for revenge.
As she lost herself in thought, a soft knock sounded at the door, and Ahri entered, her eyes downcast as she approached the desk.
"Karma has recovered consciousness, Mistress,"she said, her voice soft and hesitant."She is still in bed, but the healer says she should be fine by tomorrow."
LeBlanc nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. At least one of her problems was resolved. With Karma back on her feet, she would be able to return to work, to resume her duties as a courtesan in the brothel.
"Good,"LeBlanc said, her voice cold and distant."At least she will be able to return to work soon. I have little time for such interruptions."
Ahri nodded, her eyes flickering with a hint of uncertainty as she looked at LeBlanc. The sorceress could see the questions burning in Ahri's mind, could see the desire to know more about the man who had dared to challenge LeBlanc's authority, to take what was hers.
But LeBlanc had no intention of revealing the truth, of sharing the secrets of her past with Ahri or anyone else. The fox-woman was a useful ally, a loyal servant who had proven herself time and time again. But she was not worthy of LeBlanc's trust, not worthy of the truth about Swain and their shared history.
"It doesn't matter who he is,"LeBlanc said, her voice cold and dismissive as she addressed Ahri."What matters is that he will not be a problem for much longer. I will make sure of that."
Ahri nodded, her eyes downcast as she absorbed LeBlanc's words. The sorceress could see the disappointment in the fox-woman's expression, could see the jealousy that burned in her heart at the knowledge that LeBlanc held secrets that she was unwilling to share.
But LeBlanc had no time for such trivial emotions, no patience for the insecurities and the uncertainties that plagued those around her. She had a goal, a purpose, and she would not allow anything to stand in her way.
As she looked out the window, at the moon that hung in the night sky, LeBlanc felt a strange sense of anticipation building within her. She had spent so long in the shadows, so long hiding her true power from the world. But now, with Swain's betrayal fresh in her mind, she knew that it was time to step into the light, to embrace the darkness that lay within her and to unleash the full extent of her abilities upon the world.
And as she turned to Ahri, her eyes gleaming with a dark, malevolent light, LeBlanc knew that it was time to begin the next phase of her plan, to take the first step on the path to ultimate power.
"I need more power, Ahri,"she said, her voice low and dangerous as she addressed the fox-woman."And I think it's time that I initiate you in the true secrets of sorcery."
Ahri's eyes widened in surprise, her mouth opening and closing as she tried to form a response. But LeBlanc silenced her with a wave of her hand, her mind already racing with the possibilities, with the dark and terrible knowledge that she would soon impart to her most loyal servant.
AN: Let me see if you can guess who the two champions working for Swain were. I think they are pretty easy to guess right. Also, evaine is based on Coven Leblanc Skin