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Ionian Whores	By : cno Category: +G through L > League of Legends Views: 52189 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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“Are you sure you can control her?” A cold glare from white, pupil-less eyes was his response. The man shuddered involuntarily from the unnerving look, but shook it off to continue his warning. “Look, I know who you are and what you’re capable of, but this woman’s power is...well, to be honest we don’t know exactly what the upper limit is. If you can’t control her, then she would be a danger to everyone here.”
Vladimir pinched his long fingers on his sharp pale chin thoughtfully before speaking in a low, slow voice. “You mean, this *italics* whore’s power is impressive.” The other man sigh inwardly but nodded. “Yes, she was captured during our invasion but-” The room suddenly felt unnaturally cold, and the man found the words freezing in his throat. Vlad angled his head down in warning. “I know how to treat whores. Don’t ever question me again.” The man could only nod in response.
He lead the infamous hemomancer to a locked room behind the stage, where the two could hear the auctioneer actively peddling another one of the captured Ionian women. After turning the key and opening the door, the man paused before a large sarcophagus looking object. “I don’t know how long she’ll remain unconscious after I open this.” The man said cooly. “Whatever you’re gonna do, you should make sure you do it quickly.” With that, he reached over to the side of the dark mahogany and unclicked a few locks, and swung the heavy front open. Inside laid the silver-haired beauty known as Syndra, whose arms were sitting harmlessly at her side, and her eyes were closed in a deep sleep.
Vlad took a moment to admire her resting form, and her traditional purple robes that left much of her smooth tan skin on display. With some slight reluctance, he lowered a long, sharp finger to her neck and dragged it across her skin, making a small tear and drawing a small trail of crimson. Raising his other hand, his face hardened in focus, and the droplets on her flesh seemed to quiver for a moment before they flew up into a small sphere near his grasp, then seconds later flew back down to her wound. After another few seconds, the hemomancer’s body visually relaxed and he lowered his hands. “There. She should be as harmless as the other sluts from Ionia you’ve been selling. Bring her to my room. She won’t be any trouble. At least nothing that you can’t handle.” With that, the hemomancer turned and left the man alone with one of the most powerful mages in Runeterra who was going to be very angry when she woke up.
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Syndra’s eyelids were heavy. Her limbs sluggish. It took her 4 attempts before she finally managed to force her eyes open, and even then a few seconds before the blurry view in front of her began to clear. She raised one of her hands to her forehead, before wincing and moving it down to the side of her neck. A chilling, deep voice interrupted her. “That’s going to be sore for a little while. But I wouldn’t worry about it.” She managed to turn her head to face the speaker, recognizing his smirking face immediately. “You have more pressing issues to deal with.”
Syndra tried to force her mind to clear as the threat of Vladimir registered in her mind. She reached out with her magic and attempted to force a concentration of energy forward to both push her back and knock him down. But when she searched for her magical link, for the first time since she was a child, she found that it was not there. She tried again, her face twisting in effort, but was rewarded with nothing.
The hemomancer’s smirk widened further, obviously pleased with her failure to tap into her beloved magic. She looked down at her hands, then back up at her captor. “What did you do to me?!” She cried, ashamed to admit she was actually starting to feel fear. “I shut down your magical abilities. For a time at least. I didn’t want you to try to do anything rash and ruin our fun.” She snarled at him, her hands clenching into fists. “What do you mean ‘our fun’?.” His smile seemed to grow even more if possible. “Oh, that’s right, you don’t know. Following Noxus’ takeover of Ionia, the High Command decided to reward its warriors and citizens by rounding up all of Ionia’s women and selling them as slaves.”
Syndra’s eyes widened in shock, and she couldn’t stop her jaw from dropping slightly. Noxus’ unforgiving nature and cruel actions were well known to her, but selling captives as slaves? How were they able to get away with something like this? Where were their allies? Where was the League? Unfortunately for her, Vladimir’s cruel smirk revealed no answers. Her gut clenching with dread, she examined her surroundings, trying to figure out where she was, and how she could escape. But rather than an escape path, all she saw was a group of visually excited men standing off to the side, blocking the only exit.
The hemomancer followed her gaze to the gaggle of strangers and chuckled. “Ah yes, I see you’ve noticed our guests. See, they are going to be a rather captive audience for us. I decided that you were too fine a prize to hide. That just wouldn’t be fair would it?” The mage recoiled and twitched in disgust, but couldn’t find words to reply with. “I think you should start by masturbating for our group here.” Syndra felt her hands clench into fists and anger boil in her veins. “What makes you think that I would do that?”
Vladimir cocked his head to the side with a knowing smirk. “Well, if you don’t, then I’ll give you to the whole group to use however they want. And they are a rather aggressive bunch aren’t you boys?” There was a small ramble of aroused grumbles in confirmation as some of the men licked their lips while eyeing the Ionian’s fit physique. Syndra had to suppress a gag as she eyed the group and imagined them touching her. After a few moments of hesitation, she assumed a seating position facing them, and opened her legs enough to allow her hand access to her nethers. She began tucking the fingers of her left hand into her purple leather with shame, her head turned away and face burning with embarrassment.
She began carefully running the tips of her fingers down her lips, but was interrupted by her captor. “Come on now, give them an actual show.” Vladimir taunted her as he forced her legs further apart. He tucked his long fingers into her dress near her abdomen and ripped the material with surprising strength, creating a tear that ran from her breasts down to the crest of her thighs. She cried out in surprise, but was unable to push her legs back together to hide her pussy from the onlookers. There was a chorus of cheers as her tight pink cunt was exposed, complete with a small patch of groomed silver hair. Syndra’s face turned even more red, and she clenched her eyes shut, hoping that her ordeal would end soon.
“That’s better, now as you were.” Vladimir whispered to her, still forcing her legs apart. The mage reluctantly resumed gently caressing her lower lips with her first two fingers, unwillingly causing her hole to moisten. Unfortunately, her performance wasn’t good enough for her owner. “Come on, you gotta do better than that. Play with your tits, fingerfuck yourself. You need to get into it, or they will get into you.” She recoiled slightly at the unexpected perverse language, but hesitantly followed his instructions. Her right hand found its way to her breast, and carefully cupped the round globe, pushing it up and squeezing obediently. Meanwhile her left hand began rubbing her pussy faster, with more purpose, causing her to bite her lip as her body responded in pleasure.
She didn’t even notice that her captor released his hold on her legs, as preoccupied as she was with the sensations of her own hands on her body. Her fingers began focusing on her clit, the little nub sending fireworks up and down her spine as she handled it rougher and rougher. She found herself grabbing her nipple and pulling and twisting it between her knuckles, letting the intoxicating feeling wash over her, making her heart pound beneath her heaving breasts. She was getting close to the edge, but she knew it was not going to happen without one more thing. Her hole ached to be filled just as much as her clit demanded to be battered, and if her previous experiences with self-pleasure taught her anything it was unless both needs were met, an orgasm was not going to be forthcoming.
She gathered up whatever strength she could muster, and concentrated on her goal. There was a slight chill in the room as the air in front of her began vibrating slightly, until a small black sphere erupted into existence, about the size of a golf ball. Once the orb was summoned, Syndra let out a breath of exertion, and the men in the room looked over at Vladimir with concern. The hemomancer shrugged off their worries however; the summoning had obviously taken a lot out of her, and it was highly unlikely she would be able to pull off anything more complicated than that in the future. The ball floated down to between the mage’s legs, and almost immediately began squeezing into her small opening. It settled in her passage next to a bundle of sensitive nerves, and began vibrating quickly. At the same time, her hand reached a crescendo on her clit and her grip on her own breast bordered on painful. She tried to take a deep breath but found that it wasn’t good enough, so tried to take in shorter breathes faster, before losing control of her breathing all together as her body began shaking. Her hips began humping the air in front of her, subconsciously trying to encourage a lover that wasn’t there as all rational thought disappeared from her mind.
She might have moaned. Or perhaps she remained silent. She could have even screamed for all she knew, but when it was all over, she was laying on her back, panting for breath with her right hand clutching her breast, and her left tucked between her thighs, covered in her juices. Before she knew it, she was being rolled onto her front by strong hands from behind her. She managed to force her head to look up, and saw Vladimir impatiently undoing his pants, his red overcoat already discarded onto the floor. She wanted to resist, to tell him not to touch her, or even swat his hands away, but she didn’t have the strength. As she felt her small orb dissipate inside her into nothingness again, she had a brief moment where she wondered if her orgasm was worth not being able to fight against her captor anymore.
He circled behind her, and perched his hands on her wide hips, lifting her slightly off the ground and onto her knees. As she prepared for the inevitable, she glanced back at the small crowd of observers and noted with some horror that many of them were now openly jacking off while watching her with eyes that were even hungrier than before. Her disgust only lasted a moment before she felt a large thick object poke at her entrance. Before she could muster any sort of response, he plunged himself into her tight hole without regard for whether or not she was ready. His abnormally large cock stretched her walls in a way she was not familiar with. As his thighs made contact with her pale ass cheeks for the first time, her eyelids fluttered due to the incomparable feeling of fullness that was completely new to her.
He instantly a quick pace; thrusting himself in and out of her pussy and making their flesh slap against each other. As his mushroom head scraped against her and pulsed within her hole, Syndra found herself moaning and leaning her hips back to meet his thrusts. It was going to be a source of eternal shame for her in the future; the all powerful Ionian mage being reduced to humping her rapist like a bitch in heat. But at the moment, she did not care. Nor did she care when one of their audience quickly waddled up beside her and ejaculated high on her upper back, managing to get some of his spunk in her silver hair. The rest of the men seemed to be watching the display carefully, fearful that perhaps the most courageous one crossed an unspoken line. But Vladimir just laughed cruelly at the white mess and gave Syndra a condescending smack on her ass.
The others grinned evilly and sped up their hands on their dicks, excited for the new opportunity to use the Ionian slut as a cumdump. Vladimir continued pumping away at her from behind, smacking her ass every now and then, causing it to glow a faint red from the attention. A minute later, a second man quickly hurried to Syndra’s side and let out a contented moan of pleasure as he shot his load across her back. Not too far behind him was another, shorter man who practically ran to the girl’s front, and lifted her face to come eye to eye with his dick right as the first stream of cum flew out of the tip. She shut her eyes quickly and clenched her jaw tight, but she couldn’t get rid of the warm sticky fluid that now covered her face.
She could hear Vladimir’s breathing quicken from behind her, and his thrusts became more frantic and hard. She knew what was coming, but she was still surprised when he sheathed himself inside of her and filled her cunt with his seed, practically drowning her hole with the white substance. At a different time, she would have worried about the possibility of his seed taking root within her, but now she found that she didn’t care. Later, when sharing the details of her plight with others, she would tell them that her main concern was freeing herself from the wicked hemomancer. But in truth, deep down, as Vladimir pulled his sticky cock out from her with a pop and dropped her callously onto the floor, she wondered who and when the next person to use her would be.

She had her answer not long after that. By the time the last of their captive audience had spilled his load on her, Vladimir was ready to use her again.
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