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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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Over the cries and muffled groans coming from the audience, the auctioneer took a look backstage at the next slave to be sold, and smiled. “Ladies and gentlemen” He said, his excitement showing through his voice, “Our next Demacian slut for purchase is quite a catch. I’m sure you’ve all heard of her. Bring her out please.”
         Fiora was pulled roughly by her leash, almost making her lose her balance before she reluctantly followed the stage-hand out to the spotlight. Unlike most of the other slaves, Fiora’s hands had been bound behind her back. She had already made one Noxian get stitches, and it seemed like she wasn’t going down with a fight. Or twelve.
         Even though she couldn’t see anyone particular in the crowd, she could sense her eyes on her as she was forced to stand in the center of the stage. She could practically feel them scanning up her long shapely legs hungrily, and staring at her breasts, imagining what they might look like under the usual white wrap. For the moment, her breasts and her ass were spared from view of the crowd, which she was thankful for, although she had a feeling that would soon be rectified. Her long bangs covered her vision, the red streak in her hair covering a lot of her left eye. She made no move to alter that, content in not seeing the horrors that this place contained.
         “We’ll start conservatively at 4000. Do I hear 4000?” After a pause, a light lit up at one of the tables to the right. “Thank you sir. Do I hear 4500?” A table to the left signaled. “Thank you ma’am. What about 5000?” A booth in the center flickered. “5000 to Miss Katarina. Thank you. 5500?” There was a longer pause, then the same table to the left lit up again. “5500! Wow, you must really want this Demacian slut don’t you? She is quite a fetching creature, even if she is a worthless whore. Turn around and bend over for everyone, show them what they’re bidding on.”
         Fiora glared at the auctioneer, not moving a muscle. Without a word, he made a gesture with his hand, and a large man ambled on stage. He grabbed her by the shoulders and attempted to push her around. When she refused, he slapped her across the face with his palm, and picked her up after the blow dazed her. Her placed her back on her feet, facing away from the crowd, and roughly pushed her shoulders forward, making her bend at the waist.
         “Look at this sweet piece of ass ladies and gentlemen. I honestly think this might be the best we’ve seen so far. So once again, the bidding is at 5500 to the-“
         The center booth lit up again, but this time stayed lit, illuminating the mighty Katarina Du Couteau to the room. “7000.” It sounded less of a bid, and more of a threat. Her long red hair looked much darker in the unique lighting, and she made a show of running her index finger and thumb along the blade of one of her many daggers.
         “Woah, thank you Miss Katarina. The bid is 7000. Do I hear any others?” The auctioneer was met with silence. “7000 going once.” Katarina looked around, almost daring someone to try to out-bid her. “7000 twice.” Fiora closed her eyes, hoping that this was all just a horrible dream. “Sold for 7000 to Lady Du Couteau. Excellent choice ma’am. Please come collect your purchase.”
         Fiora hadn’t even released that the man who had previously been making her hold her pose had left until she felt a smooth hand run over the curve of her ass and a dangerous voice whisper: “I’ve seen you fight on the battlefield. I think it’s time to see if you have the same stamina when you’re fucking instead of fighting.” Katarina left a soft, feather kiss on her shoulder, followed by a bite.
         The Noxian woman ignored the auctioneer’s attempts at conversation, and turned to return to her booth as soon as she had a hold of Fiora’s leash. Katarina made her way through the hall quickly, causing Fiora to stumble a few times, although she managed to stay on her feet. Along the way, she witnessed some of the many ways the Noxians were using her fellow Demacians. What disturbed her more than the rapes was how it seemed like many of them had been broken, and were now almost enjoying being abused. One girl who looked like she had to have been fresh out of school was encouraging a handful of men standing over her to cum on her face, which was already covered by several layers.
         A sign advertising a “dirty dragon slut who wants you to use her however you want” along with an arrow pointing down a hallway caught her attention, and she felt a pang of sympathy for Shyvana. They had never been close, but she respected the half-dragon warrior. And no one deserved this. She recognized Twisted Fate as she passed by, but almost didn’t notice that Vayne was there as well, because she was on her knees, her head pushed as far down on his cock as possible. Her nose was pressed into his abdomen, and his balls were resting on her chin while her face turned red. Katarina slowed down a little as she walked by Darius’ booth, and gave him a nod. He returned the gesture, and took a sip of his drink. Next to him on the floor was a dirty, cum covered Lux, who appeared to be in a desperate sleep. As they moved on, Fiora heard someone ask: “You mind if I take a turn Darius?” to which he replied: “What do I care?” A few moments later, she heard a weak: “No, please…” and then what sounded like gagging.
         Katarina stopped completely at a booth, which Fiora was assumed was her own. Instead, she saw the other Du Couteau sister, Cassiopeia sitting, absentmindedly stroking her slave’s hair. Sona looked horrible. Her eyes were bloodshot, her skin pale, and it looked like her body was covered in twin red marks about an inch apart. “I’m surprised you’re still hanging on to this one Cass. You’re usually bored of them by now.”
         “Well, thisss one is jussst too much fun sssister. You should see the expressssionss she makess.” Cassie said, grabbing Sona’s chin and running her forked tongue along her cheek. The maven closed her eyes and shuddered. Katarina shook her head, and kept walking, pulling Fiora behind her.
         When they finally arrived at Katarina’s booth, they were greeted by a cloaked figure sitting in the corner, his eyes hidden by his hood. As her new owner slid into her seat, Fiora recognized the man as Talon, whom she had met several times in the League of Legends. The duelist usually came out ahead of the assassin when they clashed. But she realized, as Katarina gestured impatiently for her to sit down, that Talon won in the end.
         She was taken aback when the assassin spoke. His voice was low, but distinctly powerful, sending chills down her spine. “I asked Katarina to buy you.” He said, his eyes still hidden from view. “You were a worthy opponent on the battlefield, but I want you to know, that I am better.” He tilted his head back, finally showing his entire face. His eyes burned with the desire for retribution. “You will know that I am better.”
         Fiora finally broke her silence: “If you were truly bettuh’, my ‘ands would not be tied up behind me, and I would have a blade.” Talon seemed to smile at her resistance. “You don’t seem to understand. I’ve already won. Now there’s nothing left to do but get you to realize it.”
         He slid closer to the duelist, and with a flick of his blade, sliced the wrap holding her breasts. She didn’t even get a chance to mourn the loss of her last defense of her modesty before he grabbed a fistful of her hair, and pulled her down towards him. She hadn’t realized that his dick had been sticking out, but once she was face to face with it, it was impossible to ignore. 7 inches long, it almost resembled a blade itself with its smooth curve and pointed end. “Open up.” He said simply. Fiora responded by spitting at him.
         He sighed, then gave a rough tug of her hair, making her cry out. He then gave her a light slap across the face and pulled her nipple roughly. She eyes clinched shut and she hissed in pain. Talon repeated himself. “Open up slut.” After a pause, Fiora complied. The assassin shoved her length into her mouth, making her take the first 3 inches, then pushed and pulled on her hair to set a rhythm. From across the booth, she heard what sounded like leather sliding against leather, and as she cracked a eye open, she noticed Katarina had her right hand down her pants, and her left on her breast, watching Fiora fellate Talon intently.
         Fiora was so busy watching Katarina, that she was surprised when Talon thrust his hips upwards, trying to work his cock into her throat. Her eyes shut again and she gagged as her throat muscles tried to fight against the intrusion, but Talon would have none of it. He didn’t force his entire length inside her mouth, but instead left an about an inch outside her lips, which were stretched wide. He held her face there, and said: “Do you see yet? You can do nothing to stop me. The only reason my entire cock is not pushed down your throat is because I’m choosing to hold back. You have no power. I could go a bit further” He said, pushing forward slightly, causing her to gasp and gag, “but I’m not going to. But I want you to remember that I could.”
         He began pulling himself out of her mouth, drool spilling out of her mouth as he did so. She took a deep breath, and lowered her eyes, not wanting to look at the assassin. Unfortunately, he wasn’t having any of that. He grabbed her by the chin, and made her look up at him. Once again, he moved his cock to her lips. She slowly opened, being forced to look him in the eyes, and he slid his cock past her lips again. He was slow, pushing and pulling her almost lightly, not letting her ever look away. There was a growing pit in her stomach as his dominance and her forced submission and humiliation ate away at her. She almost would have rather him face-fuck her and get it over with rather than this slow degradation.
         Finally, Katarina interrupted them. “That’s enough. It’s my turn now.” Talon finally broke the forced eye contact, and looked over at his companion, then reluctantly pulled his cock out of Fiora’s mouth. He grabbed her hair, more gently this time, and pushed her so that she was laying on her stomach over the table. Katarina slid down her leather pants, revealing her wet pussy, topped with a strip of red hair. She lifted her legs up onto the table, ankles resting on either side of the duelist, and moved her hips up closer. Talon gave her one last push, and her face was bured into Katarina’s crotch, who cooed happily. Katarina ran her fingers into Fiora’s hair and whispered: “Lick it.” The duelist stuck out her tongue and ran it up the red-head’s lips.
         As Katarina began thrusting her hips up into her slaves face, Talon positioned himself at her pussy, and ran the head of his cock up and down, getting it wet. The poor girl couldn’t even offer vocal resistance because Katarina was holding her face as close to her pussy as she could. She was even finding it hard to breath. Talon’s first thrust made her gasp, and his second made her groan, both of which were appreciated by the red-head, who head was thrown back, and her eyes shut with a huge grin on her face.
         It had been a while since Fiora had been fucked, and her tight walls were squeezing Talon’s cock every thrust. He was caught between the desire to make his first fuck of the duelist last awhile, and the need to bury his cock inside her as quickly as possible. Eventually, his will was broken, and he let himself go to fuck her in earnest. Fiora was being bounced back and forth over the table, each one of the assassin’s thrusts pushing her tongue onto Katarina’s clit.
         Fiora’s eyes were tightly shut as her senses were overwhelmed. The cock in her pussy was stretching her walls, and thrusting in and out faster than she can keep up with. Katarina’s scent filled her head and made her dizzy, and the sweet taste of her pussy was almost more than she could handle. It was disgusting, the whole situation degrading, yet Fiora’s pussy was practically dripping wet, and she could feel the pit in her stomach grow towards a crescendo. If this attention kept up, she was going to orgasm.
         Talon seemed to sense the growing arousal in his fuck-toy, and began rubbing his index finger against her clit, making her moan in surprise. Her blood boiled, her face flushed, her humiliating peak was coming close. When she approached the point of no return, Talon pulled his cock out completely. Fiora whimpered into Katarina’s pussy pathetically. “I am your better. Say it.” The assassin said cruelly “Admit you’re just a worthless whore.” Her insides were burning, demanding release. A few tears fell from her eyes.
         “I am a worthless whore, and you are better than me.” Just like that, Talon shoved his cock back into her aching pussy, and resumed his rough fucking. The crescendo was building again, for Fiora and Katarina. Talon gave her ass a hard slap, and sent her over the edge, and she started convulsing, her pussy walls milking Talon’s cock involuntarily. Katarina came at the same time, squirting her juices over Fiora’s face and into her mouth, her legs shaking. Talon thrusted a few more times, then buried his dick inside her, and shot off his load, flooding her insides with his cum.
         The three stayed still for a minute, each recovering from their respective orgasms. Talon was the first to move, pulling his cock out from his slave, and sitting back onto his seat. Fiora laid on her stomach, keeping her eyes closed, humiliated. Katarina opened her eyes, with a wicked grin on her face. After a few minutes to recover, Talon called out to the duelist while stroking his cock, which was starting to stiffen again. “You want my cum on your face don’t you slut?”
         She pushed herself off the table slowly, then cautiously moved to her knees in front of the assassin. “Please cum on my face.” She said, hating herself as the words came out of her mouth. Talon grinned, his fist pumping up and down his cock faster and faster, then grabbed her by the hair and shot across her face. The first rope landed on her forehead, the second across her cheek, then the third falling down and landing on her breasts. Talon looked at his handiwork happily and said, “It’s good to know your place, isn’t it slut?”
         Fiora could only nod.
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