Katarina couldn't remember the last time her childhood home had been so full of people. All four floors of the Du Couteau household were bustling with activity. Armored figures moved from room to room, hall to hall, creating a constant stream of movement. Alcohol, sparring, and lively conversations abounded; fights occasionally broke out, encouraged by onlookers, as was common at Noxian parties. The majority of the attendees were Noxians from wealthy and powerful families. Aside from the presence of the Blood Brothers, Darius and Draven, there were other famous individuals who had gained popularity during the war. One such figure was Kled, a Noxian-blooded yordle who single-handedly slaughtered over three hundred Demacian soldiers. Swain, whom Katarina's family had expected to arrive fashionably late, surprised them by being the first to arrive. He had come three hours early and spent the entire morning in Kat's father's office, discussing "business" with him. Leblanc had yet to arrive, and Kat's mother was eagerly anticipating her arrival.
However, not everyone present was from Noxus or a war hero. There were also some nobles and patrons of the Great War from other nations. Some invited were powerful independent mercenaries who had been eager to shed blood for gold. A decent portion of those present were also slaves, scattered all throughout the house: Demacian captives who had been taken as trophies of war. They were young, attractive men and women with collars around their necks, bound by chains to their masters. These individuals appeared broken and filled with despair, most of them avoiding eye contact.
The only exception was Luxanna Crownguard; she was the only slave who dared to hold her head high and meet the gaze of every passing Noxian. Despite Katarina's warning to maintain a neutral attitude and not let anyone provoke her, Lux insisted on glaring at every Noxian she encountered and muttering harsh words under her breath. Katarina despised and adored that stubborn aspect of her unbroken slave, doing her best to soothe the tempers of the various men and women who, upon hearing such blatant disrespect from a Demacian slave, would often spin around, growling, "What did you just say, slave?" or something of the like. That had happened about four or five times now, the last almost ending in a fight between Katarina and an old childhood friend. Only gold had settled the dispute, so, for the past few hours Katarina had been trying her best to avoid socializing. However, her efforts became futile when Cassiopeia, sensing her sister's desire to avoid people, emerged from a particular room. She had apparently spotted Kat near their household's exit and approached her.
Cassiopeia gave Lux a hungry look, her golden eyes twinkling from within her tan face, and said, "Hello dear."
"Hellosnake," the slave smiled.
"Mmm, that sasssss! How lovely~" Cass turned back to Kat and leaned in close, putting her arm around Katarina's shoulder. "Ssssister, have you seen who the Blood Brothers brought with them yet? You ssssimply must join us."
"No thanks. I'm actually thinking of leaving the party."
"Ssssilly! It's too early to leave. Mother would be furiousss. Sssshe expects you to sssstay here for at least half the night. If you ssssneak away with that lovely, bad-mouthed ssslave of yours and don't return later with her broken, it will sssurely anger her."
"I don't care."
"You sssshould! Everyone is talking about Luxanna Crownguard and how she's a ssssmart-mouthed brat that you've failed to dissscipline."
Katarina's rage surged, and she spat, "I don't owe anybody anything."
"But alasss, Sister, you do. Everyone wants to see her, especially Darius and Draven. They will undoubtedly be furious and cause a ssscene with Mother and Father if you leave. So, how about you join me, as I sssuggested, and then we can discuss alone time with the Crownguard girl. I'll even cover for you with Mother, help come up with an excuse why you dessserve time away. Just come hang out with me."
"I hate parties. Mom and dad have no right strong-arming me, forcing me to be here. I'm a grown-ass woman and I've already wasted three hours away with this bullshit."
"'A grown-assss woman', and yet acting like a sssselfish child," Cassiopeia suddenly hissed, all attempt at friendliness leaving her. Katarina's hands flew to her daggers when the snake suddenly rushed away, grabbing Luxanna by her right arm, and dragging the girl close to her. The golden-blonde Demacian gasped as Cass's sharp, long nails burrowed into the delicate flesh of her arm, five thin rivulets of blood dripping down her shoulder. "This sssslave is messing with your mind. You're sssscurrying around, avoiding all the people you've known your entire life, and for what? This ssssslut?"
"Let her go."
Cassiopeia smiled, fangs flashing as she turned to Lux, "You don't want to leave the party like your foolish misssstress, do you? It'd be sssssuch a shame for you to not see your old friend before you go."
Katarina's blood went cold as she realized the implication of her sister's words… her mind raced. In seconds, she realized Cassiopeia's plan, saw it all over the half-reptile woman's face. The Blood Brothers had "brought" someone/something with them, that Katarina had to see, and Darius being here meant his assault against the Demacian resistance force up north had been successful.
"M-my old friend?" Lux asked quietly, "What do you mean?"
"Don't Cassiopeia," Katarina said coldly, "shut your mouth and get your hand off my fucking slave."
Cassiopeia simply ignored her. "I mean, of course,Fiora Laurent. According to Darius, she spoke quite fondly of you." It disturbed Katarina to see the way the life, the light, left Luxanna's face. One moment she was full of mirth and fight, ready to shoot barbed words Cass's way, and the next she was just a little, frightened girl.
The light mage's shoulders slouched slightly, and she whispered, "Fiora is here?"
"Yesss. And she's sssso excited to ssseee you. But your mistress is being ssselfish. No doubt, sssshe's just protecting you. Doesn't want you to ssssee what living under a true Noxian is like."
"Fiora's okay, isn't she?"
Cass smirked. "I ssssuppose you'll need to see for yourself. Won't she, Katarina?"
That filthy, sneaky bitch! Always so good at manipulating others! She got exactly the response she expected. Luxanna turned to Katarina and in a harsh, angry voice, started making demands and accusations. "So that's what all this avoiding people was about. You were trying to hide the truth!"
"I didn't know the Laurent woman was here. I knew Darius showed up, and that meant he was likely successful in his mission, but I didn't know that he took that Demacian rebel as his slave. Besides, if that's true, it's best you not see her anyways."
"Not see her? H-how dare you even suggest that! Fiora is one of my people! I won't leave her!"
Spoken like a true noble. Katarina shot her sister the angriest look she ever had before, but Cassiopeia merely grinned. "Then, I'll take you both to her~" As Cass turned, slithering away, Lux began to follow. Katarina stepped in front of her, blocking the way. The chain that extended between them clanked noisily, jerking as Kat drew it taut.
"No. Lux... I can't let you see her. I'm sorry." She sounded genuinely apologetic, but that made Luxanna angrier. What was her mistress trying to hide? It just made her more determined to see the truth.
"I don't want you to protect meNoxian scum," Luxanna said loudly, coldly, stepping close to Katarina. Her voice was booming, flooding the air around them, and Kat's face began to burn as all eyes locked onto them. It wasn't just Cassiopeia observing, it was everyone. About twenty different pairs of greedy, hungry eyes took in the scene. "I don't want your love! I don't want your kindness! I don't wantanythingfrom you! So take me to Fiora! And if you don't, if you try to keep the truth from me, I'll-"
It was behavior Katarina simply couldn't allow, she realized that the second she saw Cassiopeia's expression shift as Luxanna continued to spit acidic words. The emerald-scaled woman was clearly delighting in the show, enjoyed watching her sister get dominated by a mere slave, someone that belonged to her. And that was what it was, domination. Despite being collared, having a chain strapped to her throat which terminated in Katarina's hand, the fierce, blue-eyed mage had her face shoved close, rage-filled words lashing out like a storm.
Luxanna suddenly screamed, her rant cut off, as Katarina slapped her so hard she couldn't even manage to stay standing. Lux she stumbled, and managed to catch her cuffed hands on the nearby wall, falling to her knees.
"Get up and I'll beat you until you can't stand anymore."
Trembling, the girl stayed as she was, breathing heavily, blood-tinged saliva on her chin. Her pale cheek was apple-red. Then, Lux turned to glower at her again. "I want to see Fiora."
"She wants to see Fiora! Come on, Kat! Don't be such a buzzkill!"
"Shut up Cassiopeia. You're annoying enough to kill!"
"Hahaha, always so easy to anger, sis! But I think I've won this time."
She had. Katarina knelt, grabbing Lux by the collar. "You want to see your fellow slave? Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you, you stupid bitch." She'd hissed it in Lux's ear, and the blonde glared, didn't say a word. "Fine, Cassiopeia. I suppose a little bit of fun before bedtime wouldn't be so horrible."
"I'm glad you see it my way. Then, follow me~!"
Maybe Katarina really did love Luxanna. Because with every step they took dread filled her, sorrow. She knew already what Luxanna would see, because it was not the first time Darius had "taken his pick of the spoils" from Demacia, so to speak. The Blood Brother's household, even before the final battles, had its fair share of slaves, all from Demacia. Darius hated that nation, wanted to destroy it himself, and took great joy in wiping out the hope its peaceful people had, he mind-broke slaves like it was his career. He was brutal, utterly brutal. She was ready for the sight that awaited them… but not Lux.
Nothingcould have prepared Luxanna for what she saw. When she had heard Fiora would be here, she was sure they would find some level of solace together, but all thought of friendship fled the mage's mind as she entered the room where the Blood Brothers were socializing with other Noxians, socializing in a very, very specific way, also not uncommon in Noxus. She froze up, big blues locked on the scene set before her. Katarina, standing just behind her, had a single hand on Lux's hip. Katarina's touch felt like it was burning Lux's skin and tears started to drip down her cheeks. Fiora was in the room alright; the Demacian woman was a filthy shadow of what she once was. Gone was Fiora's trademark armor; intricate, silken undergarments a deep, Noxian crimson clung to her body, holes carved out around the nipples and pussy entrance, adding a sensual appeal to her curvy, athletic form. Eyes glazed over, Fiora willingly sunk herself down on Noxian cock. Biting her bottom lip, the disgraced noblewoman wasn't just enjoying Darius though, she was also gleefully jerking off two other men.
Cassiopeia joined Draven on a comfortable couch, curling up in his arms. Katarina was disgusted seeing them act all lovey-dovey, but her attention was soon stolen when she started to hear a series of loud, feminine moans. Moaning like a true whore, Fiora's nipples were stiff and swollen, the muscles in her abdomen fluttering as inch after inch was swallowed by her pussy, a wet squelch announcing her arousal.
In the corner, some elegant ladies were gambling, their own slaves at their feet, kneeling between their thighs and performing oral upon them. A slave-sharing party, it seemed. Moans and the smell of sex and smoke flooded the room from top to bottom. Another member of the Laurent household, a slim brown-haired girl, was prostrating herself before all of the men, crawling on the ground and serving whoever called to her like a dog heeling. Sitting back, a few smoking cigars, others drinking wine, the Demacian's Noxian conquerors casually absorbed the scene.
Lux was going to be sick. Fiora was so intoxicated by arousal that she didn't immediately notice the person who'd just intruded on the filthy scene. "Fiora," Lux practically wailed, and hearing her voice, the Laurent woman immediately froze up. "What's happened to you? Why are you… why are you smiling like that, why are you- I- I don't understand."
The heat seemed to flee Fiora's form as, with a moment of sudden, horrified clarity, she saw the other Demacian witnessing her defilement. "Luxanna?" Her voice came trembling out, "N-No... anyone but you, anyone but- MMN!"
Darius thrust into her cunt, shutting off all her complaints. The noble warrior trembled, obviously trying to resist the bliss she'd been willingly bathing in. She didn't want Lux to see how good she was feeling, how treacherous she was. Tears leaked down Lux's cheeks. "Don't hold back, slave, let her hear what she's missing out on," Darius growled, slapping her ass, and Fiora moaned in approval and threw her hips back to meet each individual thrust just as eagerly, staring with frightened, excited eyes at the golden blond observing her. "Fucking whore... is your pussy getting wet because your little friend is watching you?"
Fiora's eyes widened. "No, Master."
Darius grinned. "Mm, liar! But maybe it's something else. Maybe you want her to join us...yeah, you gripped me real tight just now, fucking whore. Tell the Crownguard bitch how much you love serving your superiors."
"...!"
"Be honest or I'll pull my dick out."
Such a threat should've had no effect. But it did on Fiora.
"D-Don't, don't! M-Mmm! I-I like it that she's watching… I want her to see you sticking me with your cock. I'm a slut, a dirty slut, forgive me!"
"That's right. Now that you know your place is at the bottom it's so much fun down here, isn't it? It was so tiresome holding all that responsibility before the end, but life's so easy now. All you have to do is serve your betters."
"Yes, M-Master! Thank you Master!" Fiora sobbed, as her pussy wept too, soaking Darius's cock.
The sorrow in her voice was apparently too much of a turn-on because a few seconds later Darius grinned, growled, "Take every drop," then came. He thrust once, twice, then stilled his hips. Fiora was still jerking the other Noxian men off, her body a trembling mess as his semen flooded her, the white stream leaking down her thigh as he abruptly dropped her body to the ground once he finished dumping his load. Eyes rolled shamefully back into her head, drool dripping on her chin, Fiora simply lay there on the floor, covered in cum and her own sex juices.
The proud swordswoman had tears streaming down her face as her lips mouthed two words Lux would never forget.'Forgive me.'It took everything in her not to run over, throw her arms around the woman, and tell her just how pure she still was - no matter what Darius or anybody else did to her.
"I see you and your Master decided to join us, Crownguard," Darius grinned, "why don't you come take a seat little girl." He patted his empty lap, his limp, leaking cock starting to twitch a little at his own suggestion. "I'll show you what you're missing out on."
"She's not for sharing," Katarina interrupted, grabbing Lux's arm and sitting down nearby, pulling her into an empty seat next to Kat. "But I'm sure she appreciates the invitation."
Luxanna was staring at nothing now, face pale. Violently shaking, she was in a similar state to what she had been when Katarina had murdered that old Demacian lady. Katarina would've done anything to banish that pain.
"That's a shame, Fiora is. Speaking of which, you left our friends unsatisfied, Fiora."
"F-Forgive me Master!" Fiora gasped, immediately getting up, and moving her way towards the two men who still had their dicks hard, now abandoned. They leered at her, but before she could start jerking them off again, Darius nodded toward Katarina.
"No. They're all set. Your niece will take over. Felsa," He called, and the brunette that had been happily serving the other people in the room spun around, a happy expression on her face. Lux, seeing that look, nearly got sick then and there. The Laurent family had truly fallen. "I think Katarina needs some service. You won't share your slave, but I'll happily share mine."
Katarina was ready to refuse, but his mind-broken slave moved quickly. Crawling across the floor in an incredibly sensual manner, Fiora's eyes locked onto Kat's. Despite only having eyes for Luxanna, Katarina's body reacted. The Laurent woman was exceptionally beautiful, and she looked even better on her knees. Her part-dyed hair was a mess, falling across her icy blue eyes. Thick, plump mouth twisted downward in a pout, the naked, curvy woman, far curvier than Lux, dragged herself close. Soon, she knelt at Katarina's feet.
The look on Lux's face… it was to die for. Katarina had already been in love, probably, but at that moment the emotion was forever instilled within her callous heart; Luxanna was staring at them and whether she recognized it or not, her eyes were molten with jealousy. Her hands twitched as her fellow Demacian slave reached out, and began to run her hands along Katarina's body, approaching the assassin's stiffening cock.
Fiora was not like Luxanna. Darius had been brutal, she was broken.
"You don't have to be thorough," Katarina said quietly, but Fiora merely smiled. The glossy-eyed warrior engulfed Katarina's dick with her mouth quite eagerly, her luscious lips making nasty little noises as she rolled her tongue around the seeping tip and sucked harshly. The intense sensation made Kat's knees go weak. If she wasn't sitting down already she would've wavered on her feet, as it was, she reached out, and burrowed her fingers in the multicolored hair of the former elite fencer. Fiora's hollow eyes stared hungrily back at her, the eyes of a truly mind-broken, well-fucked slave. Katarina was turned on, even as she was utterly disgusted… she shivered, and went cold with dread, as she saw the way Darius was glowering at Kat's own little slave, sitting to Katarina's left. Untainted, and unbroken, Luxanna completely ignored him, she was entranced by the horrifying display of her mistress and her former ally. Katarina was so turned on she couldn't even manage a smirk, merely staring in awe at the odd little slave with the heated gaze and the trembling bottom lip. Knowing Lux was watching made it all the more enticing to keep going. Kat groaned when a pair of hands began to massage her balls, squeezing hard.
"Cum~ Cum," Fiora purred, "let it out."
"I'll let it out when I please. Bit too eager, isn't she?" Katarina scolded coldly, slapping the woman lightly across the face, but that only seemed to excite the dueler.
A dark look settled on Darius's face. That was a true insult, and Katarina had meant it. Proving Kat's words, Fiora merely made an odd, piggish little noise, and shook her naked ass in the air, her glistening hole begging to be filled. He'd gone overboard and brutalized the poor thing, no doubt because he was taking his rage out on Lux's fellow Demacian. Katarina didn't feel much emotion toward anyone, anything, and yet she felt some true pity for Fiora Laurent, for she was a ghost of her former prideful self, a mere slut now. If appearances were honest.
Katarina grit her teeth, and came, hands burrowed in Fiora's hair. Fiora swallowed every single drop, apparently expecting praise. Kat merely made a disgusted noise. "Don't look at me with that fucked-up face. Get away from me," she muttered, and for a second, genuine hurt filled Fiora's lustful eyes.
Luxanna's voice was trembling. "Don't be cruel to her, please."
It was the first time Lux had ever genuinely said please. Kat, upon hearing it, softened a little. "Go back to your Master, whore."
"Why would she? She's not finished yet. Fiora, why don't you show Luxanna how much you missed her? I'm sure everyone would appreciate the spectacle," Cassiopeia suggested, and Darius and Draven grinned. Katarina's eyes widened. She wanted to protest but realized she had been checkmated. She could push back against other Noxians touching Lux, as they were actual human beings worthy of respect and their touch arguably sullied her unbroken property. However, another slave was an entirely different matter. If she didn't allow Fiora to touch Lux, they would all know the truth: that her feelings for Lux prevented her from seeing the girl experience pleasure with someone else.
Lux's face went pale as she realized what was being suggested, and upon hearing it, some life returned to Fiora's eyes. Lux trembled. "Please don't make me do it, Mistress."
It was the worst thing to say, Lux had just sealed her fate; Katarina's heart raced as she struggled to find a way out of this predicament. She couldn't bear the thought of Fiora touching Lux, but she also couldn't reveal her true feelings in front of everyone.
"Go play with her," Kat muttered through clenched teeth, "but make it quick, Lux. I'm tired."
Luxanna stared at her, expression one of pure shock. She'd expected her possessive mistress to refuse… but Katarina had no choice in the matter. The trio flashed her a victorious grin… they'd won. Katarina couldn't refuse. Not after Darius shared Fiora. It would look bad, they would all know her weakness… probably they already knew. The soft-hearted pathetic Katarina was jealous, angry at the idea of her slave touching another slave. They all saw it on her face, she didn't doubt it. So she had no choice but to let this happen.
"Don't be so cruel, Luxanna. Fiora needs some comfort. She's only been touched by Noxian hands these past few days, doesn't she deserve some reprieve from all the pain?" Cass teased.
Every second was like torture as Fiora, still on her knees, waited for Luxanna to join her. Slowly, ever so slowly, the realization seemed to strike; Lux got up, still staring at Katarina, still expecting to be saved from this task. She got to her knees as well, hands trembling.
"I'll make you feel good, don't worry, Lux, don't be afraid," Fiora said softly, clearly excited. "I've always found you beautiful." It seemed hearing that hurt more than if she'd just stayed silent; Katarina flinched when a trail of tears streamed from the corners of Lux's eyes. To her disgust, every Noxian in the room was enticed by the scene, leaning slightly forward with gleaming, lustful gazes. Nobody in the world could save Lux from this.
So Katarina thought - then the door burst open, and in swept the last person Katarina expected, Emilia Leblanc. The dark mage was in the most beautiful, flowing black dress Kat had ever seen, strips of gold fabric crisscrossing along her straining, busty breasts; she wore a full face of flashing make-up surely designed to make her eyes pop. The blue-haired woman beamed as she took a seat close to Katarina. "Ah, thank the Creator, I made it just in time. Someone downstairs mentioned something about Luxanna Crownguard and Fiora Laurent being shared, and I ran as fast as my little legs could take me! I simply must be the first to try Lux."