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Demacian Whores	By : cno Category: +G through L > League of Legends Views: 50572 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Ladies and gentlemen, the next slave we have up for auction is Shauna Vayne.” Said the auctioneer, gesturing offstage. Vayne was led to the center of the stage by one of the many assistants, who handed the leash to the auctioneer before disappearing again. Vayne looked around the room, which was almost more of an auditorium, with tables strewn around with shady looking patrons and dozens of dark booths in the back fixed up with overhead lights that would light up, signifying a bid.

        She shivered slightly on stage, partly due to the incredibly disconcerting feeling of so my eyes on her, and partly due to being stark naked with the exception of a white wrap around her breasts with the words “Demacian Whore” written across it.

         Vayne had never been a very sexual person. She had spent most of her youth honing her body into peak form, rather than entertaining the whims of young men. Thus, her physique was tight and athletic; her stomach taut with traces of strong abs, her legs long and thin, her ass round and tight, and her body hairless except for a strip of black above her pussy. Unlike Sona, the wrap holding Vayne’s breasts wasn’t under a tremendous strain; shapely as they might be, her tits weren’t exactly large.

         Oddly enough, the lack of her trademark glasses almost made her feel more naked than her lack of clothes. Her blue eyes swept back and forth around, taking in as much information as she could, running scenarios in her head to try to escape. Luckily her hands weren’t tied, and the only restraint on her was the leash currently in the hands of the auctioneer. Unfortunately the only exit appeared to be past around a hundred unfriendlies, who included some of the most prolific fighters in all of Runterra. At best, she could evade pursuers, hope the exit was unlocked and that there were no other unfriendlies past it. More likely, she would be stopped and beaten, and then sold anyway. There was also the possibility she would be killed.

         Vayne had pride. But she also liked living. She hung her head as the auctioneer started the sale.

         “Look at this Demacian beauty. 5’4, 115 pounds (most of which appears to be muscle), smooth skin, and pretty blue eyes. She’s also got an attitude for some of you disciplinarians; she could use some training. What she lacks in tits, she makes up for in her amazing ass.” He said, grabbing her by the shoulder and forcing her to turn around. A quick tug on the leash forced her to bend forward slightly. “Just take a look at that ladies and gentlemen.”

         Her face flushed and she closed her eyes in shame as she was exposed to the crowd. She silently prayed for the exhibition to end quickly. Being someone’s slave was one thing, being displayed like a piece of meat for countless strangers was another.

         “For this prime Demacian slut, I think we’ll start the bidding at 2000.”

         Vanye blinked at the accusation of being a slut. Considering her lackluster sexual history, the label seemed like a stretch. But, she supposed, watching as some bidding lights started to flicker, they were probably looking to make her one.

         “Woah woah, ok. Obviously 2000 wasn’t high enough. Lets try 3500.” A man at a table to the left flickered his light.

“3500. Do I hear 3750?” A booth in the back lit up.

“4000?” Another table to the right signaled.

“Maybe I’m undervaluing this Demacian whore. How about 5750?”

There was a pause. Then a booth in the corner lit up, revealing for a moment the Hand of Noxus, with Lux impaled on his dick. Vayne imagined she would be crying out if it weren’t for the stranger’s cock in her mouth.



“The bid is 5750 to Lord Darius. Thank you sir. Do I hear 6000?”

There was another pause. Vayne began to panic; she would never be able to handle being Darius’ personal toy. Death would come first. Unfortunately she knew that Darius’ interjection in the bidding would scare off almost everyone, and 6000 was a lot of money. She began looking around, frantically forming a plan in her head to create a threat big enough for them to kill her rather than just beat her and sell her anyway.

A light flickered at a booth in the center.

“6000. Thank you sir. That’s quite a lot for this particular slut. Is there anyone willing to pay more?” The auctioneer paused for a few seconds, letting the question sink into the audience.

“Going once.”

Pause.

“Going twice. Lord Darius?”

Unseen to the Vayne or the auctioneer, Darius waved his hand dismissively, closed his eyes, growled, and buried his cock into his slut one last time as he filled her with his cum. Lux sobbed weakly around the cock in her mouth as he came as well, not pulling out until she swallowed his load. He wiped the remaining drops of cum off his dick onto her checks, mixing with her tears, adding another glaze to her flesh.

The man stood up, tucked his cock back into his pants, and spat on the slave. Lux shut her eyes and sob quietly as it hit her face, further smudging the “Demacian Whore” that had been written by Darius after purchasing her. The man gave Darius a gracious nod, then walked away. Darius lifted his slut off his cock, and unceremoniously dropped her onto the floor. After all, a worthless Demacian whore wasn’t worthy of sitting at his table.

“Sold! For 6000 to Twisted Fate. Thank you sir. Come up and claim your purchase.”

A rush of conflicting emotions swept through the night hunter’s mind. Twisted Fate wasn’t quite the same ilk as the normal Noxian. While he was a cheater, a thief and a deceiver, he wasn’t known for being cruel. And he wasn’t Darius.

But at the same time, she was being sold into slavery. Sexual slavery. She had heard the whispers of what had happened to some of the girls that had been sold before her, even heard some of their reactions to the attention of their new owners, and saw what happened to Lux. Even if Twisted Fate wasn’t the worst possibility, she was still screwed.

The card master strutted to the stage, and took off his hat. Reaching inside, he pulled out a small bag of coins and tossed them to the auctioneer, who bowed graciously and handed Vayne’s leash to her new owner.

Twisted Fate returned his signature hat to his head, and took ahold of her leash, grinning. “I’ve had my eye on you for some time darlin’. You don’t know how happy I was when I saw your ass up there.”

Vayne didn’t respond. Captured and defeated though she might be, she still had her pride. But the card master didn’t seem to mind. “Silent treatment huh? Well that’s just fine. I didn’t buy you for your conversational skills. I’m sure I can find a better use for your mouth anyway.”

The night hunter closed her eyes, the meaning of his words not lost on her, and hung her head slightly. Twisted Fate turned without another word and tugged on the leash, making his new pet follow him, as he lead her back to his booth. As the pair moved past some of the tables, Vayne saw unfamiliar faces, some of the lesser patrons watching her lustfully. Their eyes hovered on her pussy, her legs, the wrap holding her breasts, and as she walked passed, her ass.

Finally, they reached his booth, and the card master slid into his seat, gesturing for Vayne to sit across from him. Surprised but not the least bit disappointed, she obediently sat down and carefully looked around, trying not to look at her new owner. In the background, she heard the auctioneer call for another “whore” to be sold. This next girl was not someone she knew, thankfully, but a cold chill of sympathy still streaked through her chest. There was no telling what kind of monster would end up buying her. Literally.

Vayne was looking at everything but the man across the table. She was clinging to a child-like belief that if she ignored him, then the whole awful situation wouldn’t be real. Eventually, however, the silence got to her. She turned her head to glance across the table, and saw Twisted Fate shuffling a deck of cards with more than a little bit of showmanship. Separating around a third of the cards from the rest of the deck and twisting them deftly around his fingers, he noticed her finally looking at him. Flashing his trademark smirk, he broke the silence: “Care to play a game sugar?”

Confusion didn’t even start to describe it. Nobody, not even a card fanatic like Twisted Fate paid 6000 gold to play cards. Not that she was complaining about his apparent disinterest in violating her. She knew that any pretense of a fair game with the card master was a flat lie, but losing at cards was much more appealing than having to suck his cock.

After she nodded, he finished his shuffle and dealt 5 cards to both sides of the table. Vayne looked at her hand and sighed inwardly. She had a feeling that if there were five suits, she would have had one card of each. She picked out 3 of them, and placed them facedown on the table.

Twisted Fate was unreadable. He had the same confident swagger he always had, and if she didn’t already know the game was rigged in his favor, she wouldn’t know if it was legitimate or a bluff. Without a word, he took three cards of the top of the deck and handed them to her, then took 2 more cards off the top (she was watching closely) for himself.

Vayne’s cards were more of nothing. She slid all her cards into one pile and put them on the table, signaling a fold. Her captor seemed purely amused by this. “You know darlin’, there’s no rule against usin’ your words.” He said as he gathered up all the cards and began shuffling again.

Her confusion and frustration finally boiled over enough to drive her to speak. “Why are we playing? We both know that you’re going to cheat, and there’s nothing I can do about it.” If anything, his smirk grew.

“I tell you what, you must be hungry and thirsty. They haven’t really fed you have they?” Vayne paused, then nodded. “If you win this game, I’ll buy you some food and some water.” There was a long silence as she considered his offer. Water and any sort of food sounded unbelievably appealing, but it involved taking this con-man at his word. From what she had heard, most of the patrons fill their slaves empty stomachs with cum rather than food. “…What if I lose?” She asked slowly.

Her question was met with a shrug. “How about that last bit of clothing you’ve got on? It really does suit you.” She chose not to remind him that he could force her to take it off whenever he wanted and there was nothing she could do about it. After a few more seconds of considering his offer, she said simply: “Deal.”

5 more cards. This time her cards were slightly better than completely useless. She asked for 2 new ones. He took 3. By some miracle, she managed to scrape together three 7s and two 5s. As much as she tried to think about what a cheating, piece of shit this guy was, the combination of the possibility of food and her good cards gave her a seed of hope.

She showed her cards; full-house. He showed his; two pair. Her mouth hung open. She had won. How? She looked up at him, and was met with the exact same smirk as before. He gestured in the air, and within 15 seconds, a man in black hurried over to their booth. “Bring us some bread and water.” He said, not even looking at the man. The man, however, was looking Vayne over with confusion on his face. “Is that…all you need sir?” Twisted Fate shooed him away impatiently and began reshuffling the cards.

“Wha’did I tell ya’? I can play fair from time to time.” By the time the cards had been re-dealt, the man returned with a basket of bread and a pitcher of water. Seeing him place his cards down on the table and waiting, Vayne did the same and greedily began feasting on the bounty. It was a little stale, but as far as she could remember, it was the best meal she’d ever had. After taking several large gulps of water, she felt refreshed again. On the stage, the woman had been sold to a large overweight businessman, whose idea of “collecting his purchase” was making her blow him in front of everyone. She turned away and went to pick up her cards.

“What are we playing for this time?” She asked, feeling much more comfortable. Twisted Fate adjusted his hat as he thought. “You don’t have much I want darlin’, so we’ll just say the same as before. But this time, if you win…” he said looking her in the eyes, “I’ll let you go.” She choked on the water she had been drinking, and her eyes widened. Freedom? She could get out of this mess? He already proved he was playing fair. It wasn’t even a choice.

“Deal.” Her first 5 cards were the best she had gotten so far; if nothing else, she had 2 kings. She kept an extra queen, and asked for 2 new cards. Her heart raced when she picked up what she was dealt. A king and a queen. Vayne had never been a huge gambler, but she knew enough to know 3 kings and 2 queens were almost mathematically impossible to beat. She couldn’t help it, a smile came to her face. Twisted Fate gestured wordlessly with the same smirk, for her to show her hand. As she did so, her smile widened a bit. She could leave. She could get out. She was going to be free.

Without a word, he gently placed his cards down. For a moment, Vayne’s smile was frozen on her face. She couldn’t comprehend what she was seeing. “…No….” King. Ace. Ace. Ace. Ace. It felt like she’d be punched in the gut. The realizations were hitting her in waves. He lied. He never intended to let her go. He was building her up…in order to break her.

A tear formed in her eye as her mouth hung open. “Sorry darlin’.” He said, his cruel smirk even bigger than before. He stood up and pushed the table to the side and began to unzip his pants. “That’s just the luck of the draw.”

She didn’t even resist when he grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed down onto the ground on her knees. She had been so sure, so sure that she was about to earn her freedom. Instead, he tilted her head up and slid his stiffening cock into her mouth. It tasted awful, and if she had any fight left in her, she might have resisted or bitten down, but instead she just sat there while he raped her mouth.

Still not completely happy, Twisted Fate removed one card from the deck and threw it downwards, towards his slave. It pierced the fabric of the chest wrap, splitting it in two and making it fall off her, exposing her perky breasts. Placing both hands on her head, the card master took a step backwards, and then sat down on the cushioned seat, careful that his dick never left her mouth.

He dictated the pace for a minute, then experimentally removed his hands from her head, and was rewarded by his slut imitating the same speed on her own. He spread his arms out onto the top of the booth and tilted his head back with a smile, enjoying the ministrations he was receiving. If there was anything he enjoyed more than enjoying a nice slut, it was building them up and then destroying them. Coning people out of gold was one thing. Coning a woman out of her hope was even better.

As nice as the repetitive sucking felt, he wanted more. He move one hand back to her head and roughly pushed it down. While Vayne herself couldn’t muster the will to offer conscious resistance, her throat was not so accommodating. She gagged no less than three times before her nose was buried into his pubic hair, and his balls rested against her chin.

It was obvious that Vayne had no experience being face-fucked, considering how tight her throat was flexing around his cock. An act of compassion would have been to slowly ease into it to let her adjust. He roughly pulled her head back, enjoying the feeling of his cock sliding out of her throat, then slammed it back down, thrusting his hips forward at the same time. The proud night hunter’s eyes rolled back into her head and her throat made horrible gurgling sounds as she gagged hard around his invading cock. He wasted no time repeating this action until he had a nice rhythm.

Every thrust was met by a horrific gag and choke from Vayne. His cock wasn’t abnormally large, but it was still bigger than her throat. Her tongue was forced to bathe every inch of his length in salvia, and the taste overwhelmed her senses. His rough thrusts seemed to have an inevitable conclusion. That conclusion was realized when one more thrust proved too much, and she retched as his cock was pulled from her mouth. The precious bread and water that she had enjoyed barely 15 minutes ago were now spread across the floor of the booth.

Vayne let her mouth hang open as she caught her breath, spit and vomit slowly dripping from her lips. Twisted Fate let her rest for a minute, absentmindedly stroking his cock while watching her. Eventually, he stood and pulled her up under her armpits and turned her around, pushing her until her knees were resting on the seat. Without a word, he placed his dick at the entrance to her ass. With Vayne being too broken to vocalize resistance, he pushed inside.

She had thought that his dick was too big for her throat. Within the first second she knew it was way too big for her ass. It was stretching her hole further than she would have thought possible, and the pain was so bad that she could do nothing but leave her mouth hanging open, desperately trying to lessen the pain by breathing through it. When he started thrusting, she had a noise that sounded like the cross between a squeak and a shocked exasperation.

Luckily for her, he was kind enough not to try to fit his entire length in his ass. He would squeeze 4 inches inside, then pull out again, the mushroom head scraping along the walls of her ass, making her claw at the seat she was kneeling over. Seeking more pleasure, he sped up his ministrations, making her bounce against the seat as he forced himself inside her. From the next booth over, she heard one patron say to another: “Check it out, TF is fucking Vayne in the ass.” The reply was: “Good, fucking bitch deserves it.” She wanted to throw up again.

Feeling his orgasm approaching, Twisted Fate stopped holding back on his assault, and in one swift motion, slammed the entirety of his cock home. Vayne’s howl practically drowned out the auctioneer. Firmly grasping one of her tits in his hand, he pounded himself inside as fast as he could, his balls hitting her ass with a lewd slap. Finally, mercifully, he buried his cock one last time, and emptied his balls into her ass. Vayne whimpered as she felt the hot cum shoot into her rectum, tears she hadn’t even been aware of on her cheeks.

As Twisted Fate began slowly pulling out of her, she heard the auctioneer’s amplified voice: “Ladies and Gentlemen, we’ve got more worthless, slutty Demacian whores to sell. I hope you all have been saving your money, because the best is yet to come.”

AUTHORS NOTE: Whew, that was kind of a doozy to write. I'll probably take a break from writing the next full chapter, or maybe have a shorter "intermission" chapter. What do you guys think? Feel free to leave comments.
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