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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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[Author's Note: We've reached the final "full chapter" of this story. There will be an epilogue chapter, but that will be mostly for wrapping things up. I hope you enjoyed reading it, and if you did (or even if you didn't) please leave a review. Special thanks for Kalycks for the kind words. Glad you liked it. Also, I'm looking for a proofreader in the future, so let me know if anyone is interested.]

         Darius looked down at his slave, impatiently drumming his fingers on the table. Lux was sitting on the floor with her back against the booth so she was facing out towards the auditorium. Her arms were wrapped around her legs, her eyes closed, although he wasn’t sure if she was actually asleep. Her chest and face had a full sheen of dried cum, and they was a perpetual pool of spunk underneath her pussy. Every now and then a stranger would come up, ask for Darius’ permission (which he always gave) then use her in whatever way they wanted. Her eyes would open when they first laid their hands on her, but they would be unfocused and half closed until the stranger was done, and then she would immediately retake her position.
         It seemed he had finally squeezed the fight out of her long ago, and now she was incapable of feeling shame or humiliation. And thus, he was bored of her. Seeing her used as a cocksleeve for his fellow countrymen had been entertaining for a time, but even that was getting old. It wasn’t fun when he wasn’t even sure she was aware of what was going on. He considered killing her, or even just releasing her for public use, but he wanted one last bit of fun from her. So when the next Noxian approached, already pulling down his zipper and asked him if he could borrow his slave, he said no.
         Lux was jumping from consciousness to sleep to unconsciousness. She had lost count of how many cocks she had been forced to suck, how many times her womb had been flooded with cum, how many times her ass had been used as a plaything. Even her dreams betrayed her. She was back on the stage, shaking uncontrollably as the auctioneer cruelly emphasized her features to the crowd. When she tried to cover up her pussy, the man slapped her hands away, making sure her pink lips were exposed to everyone, along with the neatly trimmed blonde strip above.
         The auctioneer started the bidding at 100 gold, smirking as if part of an inside joke. The only person to respond was the cruelest man she had ever met: Darius. He strode to the stage purposefully even before the bidding had completed. Despite her silent and verbal pleas to go to someone, anyone else, no one offered a higher price. When her new owner took a step onto the stage, she frantically took a step back, trying to delay the inevitable. She eventually ran out of room, and he threw one arm around her waist, picking her up effortlessly. He carried her back to the center, where everyone would be sure to see, and ripped off the only clothes she had left: the cloth designating her a “Demacian Whore”. She cried out in humiliation, fear and despair as he unceremoniously dropped her onto the stage with a thump.
         She pushed herself to her hands and knees without thinking, giving the Hand of Noxus all the opening he needed. He opened his trousers just enough to allow for his abnormally thick cock, crotched down behind her, and mercilessly shoved his entire length into her unwelcoming cunt. Real tears of pain and humiliation fell down her cheeks as he pounded himself inside her over and over. His hands groping at her perky breasts made her sick, but there was nothing she could do. No one was stopping him either.
         After a few minutes of roughly fucking her to the enthusiastic cheers of the onlookers, he buried his cock inside and filled her up for the first time. After sitting inside her for a moment, he pulled out, allowing some of his seed to spill to the floor. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled, forcing her eyes to shut in pain and her head to fly back. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a large marker, and brought to her forehead. “You might have lost that piece of clothing identifying yourself wench, but don’t ever forget what you are. You are a worthless Demacian-” He pushed the felt tip into the skin of her forehead roughly. “-Whore.” He said now writing across her cheeks. “And everyone else is going to know it as well.” To the delight of the crowd, he picked her up again, and carried her back to his booth.
         She saw flashes of her face buried into Darius’ crotch, his cock stretching her mouth as fuller than she thought possible. She was swallowing his cum, coughing as she did so for the first time. She was sobbing with her face in the ground as he roughly fucked her in the ass. She was choking on the cock of a stranger while Darius filled up her womb yet again. She was averting her eyes as a man held her face pointed upwards as he pumped his fist up and down his cock, then finally ejaculating on her face. She was struggling to accommodate all the cocks filling her holes as three men pounded her relentlessly. She began to believe that she was just a worthless slut. Her visions turned black, and her mind emptied as she fell into a deep dreamless sleep.
         Darius woke her with a rough push of his boot. She half-opened her eyes, feeling as rested as she could remember, looking around for the man who was going to use her next. When she saw no one but Darius, she mentally began preparing herself for whatever humiliating exercise he had planned this time, but oddly enough, he instead stood up, and gestured impatiently for her to follow as he began walking away. Confused but happy to finally break the horrific cycle he had been exposing her too, she clumsily pushed herself off the ground, stumbled for a few steps, then made her way after him. Each step caused a wince from her, as both her pussy and her ass had been abused so harshly, but she didn’t dare utter a complaint.
         Darius led her past a half dozen or so tables and booths, where she noticed some of the men who had “borrowed” her from Darius earlier, then turned down a hallway. Lux had no idea where he was taking her, but in her mind, she rationalized that it couldn’t possibly be worse than where she was coming from. Finally, they reached a black door, which he pushed open. Inside, Lux saw the unmistakable profile of the half-dragon Shyvana, resting on her knees, her neck and wrists bound by a large piece of wood acting as a pillory. It was a good thing she could distinguish her body, because her face and skin were almost unrecognizable due to the thick glaze of cum, spit and urine that had accrued from her countless visitors.
         “Oh my god, Shy” Lux whispered under her breath. She had thought her own fate had been cruel, but this…Darius gave her a rough kick, jolting her eyes open. It took a moment for her eyes to focus, but she they rested on Lux, they widened in recognition. Darius leaned down close to the half dragon, and began talking in a low voice that Lux could not hear. Based on Shyvana’s facial reactions, however, it was not a pleasant conversation. The half-dragon looked down as if in thought, then moved her eyes up to Lux sadly. She whispered something, which made Darius nod. It looked like she asked: “Promise?”
         To say Lux was surprised when Darius unlocked the makeshift pillory from Shyvana’s neck was an understatement. She even found a smile cross her face, as her friend stretched her neck out, moving it left and right. She smile faded however, when their eyes met. Instead of contentment at being free, or happiness at being reunited with a friendly face, she saw regret and sadness. Shyvana pushed herself off the ground, then, before Lux could even fathom it, took off sprinting towards her. The half-dragon lowered her shoulder, hitting the blonde in the midsection, knocking the wind out of her and sending her to the floor. Dazed and incredulous, Lux could have sworn she heard her friend whisper: “I’m so sorry.”
         Darius walked over to another part of the room, rummaging through some of the objects there while Shyvana held Lux down. He found what he was looking for, and strolled back over to the pair, handing it to the half-dragon. It was an enormous red plastic phallus that was attached to a belt of some kind. The object looked to be about 10 inches long, and 3 inches thick As Darius made his way to the door, the blonde’s eyes widened. Surely Shyvana wouldn’t use that on her. It was clearly bigger than any penis she had ever seen. But her friend proved her wrong by switching the weight holding her down to one arm, then began struggling to strap the fake dick on.
         Her voice dripping with sadness and sympathy, Shyvana whispered: “He’s going to let me go.” She managed to get one leg through the strap and began working on the other. “I’m sorry, but I have no choice. I can’t take anymore of this Lux.” Once her other leg was set, and the phallus secured on her pelvis above her pussy, she locked eyes with her friend. The look spoke more than any words could, speaking of regret, unimaginable sorrow, and deep sympathy. But it didn’t make the betrayal in Lux’s belly hurt any worse.
         Darius reentered the room, followed by at least a dozen men. Seeing that Shyvana had successfully put on the strap-on, he impatiently gestured with his hand. “Well, what are you waiting for wench?” Without a word, Shyvana spit on her hand, ran it up and down the fake cock, then forced the first few inches into Lux’s pussy. Her scream was more of betrayal than pain, although the thick cock was proving to be almost more than the light mage could handle.
         The men watching began laughing cruelly as they watched the “freak of nature” violate one of her only friends. Shyvana was doing her best to only thrust in about half of the cock’s length, trying not to cause Lux too much pain. But one of the men noticed and shouted out: “You better give it to her good you dragon whore or I’ll come over there and shove my cock up your ass.” The half-dragon winced when she looked at the length of the cock as it was pounded in and out of her friend. She closed her eyes, and thrust forward, burying it into Lux’s pussy.
         Her yelp was almost drowned out by the hoots and hollers of their perverted audience. Some of them had even pulled out their cocks and started stroking them while watching the half-dragon batter the enormous phallus into the light mage. Shyvanna lifted one of Lux’s legs, hoping to maybe open her pussy a bit more to make it less painful. She had no idea how long she was supposed to continue fucking her, Darius had just said he’d release here when she was done, but he gave no indication of when they might be. He looked over at him, but he just stared back with a smirk. She sighed inwardly, hoping for this to be over quickly, and continued pounding away.
         She almost vocalized a protest when one of the men walked up, slid down to his knees, and brought his cock to Lux’s mouth. But the sweet appeal of freedom was too much. She said nothing, even when he roughly grabbed a hold of her hair and forced the blonde to deepthroat him. This display apparently inspired the other men to action, as three more separated from the group and approached the vulgar display. One walked over to the other side of Lux, and began stroking his cock next to her face, waiting for his turn to use her mouth. The other two moved towards Shyvana. The looks in their eyes spoke of their intentions, so she obediently opened her mouth for the first one, and didn’t resist when the other sat down behind her and lifted her up so that she was hovering over his dick.
         Yes, this is exactly what Darius had wanted. He had thought there was no more way to humiliate that Demacian slut, as so, probably, had she. But seeing her being traded between two strangers, taking turns facefucking her, while being fucked by one of her friends who was in turn bouncing up and down on a cock in her ass and deepthroating another dick, this was the ultimate humiliation. It was beautiful.
         Shyvana gagged. Lux gagged. The cock in her ass went too deep, causing the half-dragon to choke on the dick in her mouth. The strap on stretched out Lux’s walls, pounding against her cervix. One of the men came in the blonde’s mouth, forcing her to taste his vile seed before swallowing it. Another quickly filled his spot. When the stranger fucking Shyvana’s ass shot his load into her rectum, Darius turned to one of the men standing next to him. “When almost all the men are done here, go get some more. Then, once no one has anymore use for them, throw the half-breed out onto the street and put the blonde one in the pillory.” When the man nodded in confirmation and smiled evily, Darius turned to leave.
         As he made his way through the door, he took one last look at the scene he had created. One man standing over Lux’s torso, facing Shyvana, his hands grasping her head, roughly forcing his cock down her throat. Another behind the half-dragon, pushing her forward, mercilessly pounding his meat into her ass. A third leaning down on top of Lux’s face, holding himself up by his forearms, thrusting his hips down, fucking her mouth like it was a pussy. Meanwhile, the whole time, Shyvana was obediently, desperately even, thrusting the fake cock into the blonde’s abused hole. He walked away from the room with a grin.
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