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Ionian Whores	By : cno Category: +G through L > League of Legends Views: 52188 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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The newspaper carelessly thrown on an otherwise empty round table proclaimed: “Noxus completes invasion of Ionia! Countless civilians captured. Demacia outraged.” But a passerby would have a hard time making out the words, considering how poor the lighting in the room was. Or, twisted auditorium would be the more accurate term. Around the middle of the room were scattered, almost disorganized tables, each lit with a single dull lamp that gave enough illumination to see, but more or less hid the identities of the people sitting there. Along the outside of the room were more private booths that had been dug into the wall. The huge stone walls sloped outwards, focusing in on a staging area in the center.

Off center of the stage was a weasley looking man in a grey robe, holding a microphone. “Thank you sir.” He said, his voice high and seemed to drip with grease. “Let’s bring out our next piece of merchandise then shall we?” He glanced to the side backstage area, and smiled as a woman was brought up to the spotlight on a leash. “Ah, wonderful. Our next slut for sale is one of the more famous Ionians in Runeterra: the dark skinned beauty Karma.”

Sure enough, the Enlightened One was pulled up to the middle of the stage by a large, anonymous henchmen. As always, she exuded an aura of calm, but there was something slightly off about it, like it was forced rather than natural. She was still clad in her normal purple dress, although the decorative accessories had been removed. She looked out at the sea of black where she knew there were countless people observing her, watching her, judging her, and felt a chill run down her spine.

“What should we ask for this nice piece of ass hmm?” He gave her an exaggerated once over, making very obvious examinations of her breasts and ass, and making her turn away in disgust. “She does seem to have...what do they call it? ‘Junk in the trunk?’” He giggled snidely. “How about 4000 for an opening bid?” A few lights out in the crowd flickered brightly, and the man quickly corrected himself. “Ok, how about 5000?” A moment later, a table near the center flickered, followed by a booth near the back. “5500?” The booth in the back signaled, and was not challenged by anyone else.

“Good enough for me: Sold for 5500 gold. Come collect your purchase.” There was a slight shuffle as dozens of patrons turned to look back and see who the lucky buyer was, some of them even momentarily pausing their use of their slaves. A very dark figure approached the stage, almost seeming to jump from shadow to shadow as the dull lights of the room danced around, never seeming to actually catch him. Eventually, he grew close enough to easily vault over the small wall and onto the stage, eyeing Karma not unlike a lion eyeing a wounded gazelle. “Thank you Mr. Zed, she truly is a fine purchase. And I must again thank you for your help with the Noxian-”

The ninja interrupted him. “You need your tongue to do your job. So it would be a shame if it got cut off.” The auctioneer closed his mouth and wordlessly handed the leash out with an open plam. Zed took hold of it impatiently, and turned back towards the stairs, expecting Karma to obediently follow him. Seeing no other choice other than to be pulled forward and possibly even fall down, she did. The expensive Ionian dress skirted against the back of her legs as her new “owner” led them quickly to the back of the room while the auctioneer quickly moved on to another slave girl for sale.

Zed stopped near an opening in the architecture, signaling one of the VIP booths, and ducked through it, taking a seat against the back wall. Karma stumbled awkwardly into the small room, and then awkwardly looked around. There was a table against the wall that had a mug half full of an amber liquid, as well as a small plate of bread and cheese. On either side of the table were small loveseat style chairs that actually seemed like they would be relatively comfortable. The ninja had released her leash, and was sitting with his gaze on the stage, not even looking at his “purchase”. She shifted her weight on her feet and tried to remain quiet, but eventually she lost her patience. “Well....?” She asked hesitantly, almost afraid of the answer.

“If you’re anxious to get it over with, I can fuck you now, but I was going to give you a few minutes to get used to the idea of being my slave.” He turned his head towards her, his mask covering most of his face, but leaving his dark, hard eyes exposed. His gaze spoke to an unshakable confidence, the kind of certainty that was earned with blood. “And hold no illusions Enlightened One, you will be fucked, and it will be the way I decide. You may choose to either enjoy it or not, it matters not to me.”

He turned back to the stage, where the auctioneer was selling one of Soraka’s disciples. The poor girl was crying, and looking around the room as if hoping for some sort of hero to miraculously appear out of thin air and save her. Karma could almost pinpoint the moment the girl’s hope died as the man declared the bidding over.

“Eat. I have no interest in having you starve.” Zed said, gesturing vaguely towards the plate of bread. She hesitated, but quickly her growling stomach urged her to partake of the food. The bread was fresh and soft, the baked wheat making her realize how hungry she really was. She finished one slice, then grabbed another, then another, shoving the pieces into her mouth desperately. In the middle of swallowing the third piece, she looked up and was surprised to see Zed watching her with almost curiosity.

“Had enough?” He asked, his tone unplaceable. She paused mid bite and considered the question. Whatever brief respite he was giving her was not going to last forever. Finally, she nodded. “Stand.” He commanded, leaning back in his seat. Reluctantly, she did so, even taking a few steps closer to him. He raised his hand towards her and drew a circle in the air impatiently. She bowed her head slightly, and spun around slowly, pausing while facing the opposite wall before completing her twirl.

Zed seemed pleased by the show, and he took to his feet, stalking towards her. She tried to shrink backwards away from his approach, but there was nowhere for her to go, and she knew it. He placed the tips of his fingers against her belly, tracing the intricate symbols and making her shiver in apprehension. “These markings.” He said, even his whispers sounding harsh and rough. “What do they mean?” She bit her lip nervously and looked to the side. “B-balance. They are symbols for balance in all things.”

Zed chuckled, his fingers reaching up and curving over her ample breasts. “Balance is weakness.” He pressed his hand against her left globe. “Look where it has landed you.” He squeezed, not bothering to be gentle, and making her wince with discomfort. Zed raised his left arm, and flexed his wrist, causing a pair of blades to shoot out over his fist. For a moment, Karma had a deep panic for her life as she pictured him skewing her with his weapon, but the fatal blow never came. Instead, he flicked his wrist around her effortlessly, creating long thin rips in her favorite dress.

“Wait!” She said frantically as the cloth began to split apart, exposing more of her smooth dark skin. The destruction of her last bastion of protection against violation spurred her to a desperate last attempt at stopping him. He paused his work for a moment, looking down at her with curiosity. Behind that mask, deep behind all the shadows he hid behind, there was that faithful student who just wanted to please his master. That was the person she had to appeal to. “You...you’re only doing this because ever since you were betrayed by your clan, you’ve second guessed your decision, and are afraid that maybe relying on shadows and darkness isn’t the right way to go. So you’re...taking it out on me when you don’t need to. You don’t even really want to.” She looked up with pleading eyes, hoping that she was right.

He seemed to consider her words for a moment, his dark eyes softening for a few hopeful seconds, but they quickly darkened again as he let out a condescending chuckle. “Nice try.” He slashed up at an angle expertly, and ripped the material holding her breast, freeing it and causing the dark orb to bounce. She shrieked and moved her hand to cover herself, but her owner grabbed her wrist and threw her towards the table before she could. The lip of the furniture hit her in the gut, and she fell forward slightly, with the wind knocked out of her. As she gasped for breath, Zed stepped behind her, and took hold of her breast, squeezing lustfully. “I’m doing this because I want to, and because I can. Unlike you, I don’t have some absurd moral code limiting my actions. I can give myself completely to what I want.”

He hiked the tail end of her dress up over her ass, and with a quick swing of his arm, sliced her purple and green panties and making them fall to the floor. Her breathing quickened as the cool air brushed against her netherlips, and she realized with some dread that there was nothing she could stop to stop him. He ran his hand gently over the cheek of her mocha colored ass, admiring her thick curves. He gave her large cheek a solid smack, and marveled as her malleable flesh rippled from the impact. “You were a good choice “Enlightened One”. I am going to enjoy this.”

“No, please...” She whimpered weakly, knowing it was futile at this point. “Don’t beg.” Zed growled as he fished in his pants for his throbbing erection. “It’s pathetic.” She whimpered and clenched her eyes shut as he pressed the tip of his cock against her lips, which had moistened slightly against her will during the ninja’s attention to her body. “Mmm, I always love the religious ones.” He grumbled mostly to himself, kissing her sensitive flesh with his rod. “Always tight and wet.” With that, he plunged himself into her opening, making them both groan; one in pleasure, the other in horror. He pushed his thick meat into her pussy further, stretching her neglected walls and setting her nerves on fire.

Her breathing quickened as she tried to adjust to the large intrusion pillaging her most sacred orifice, and she found herself spreading her legs further apart in an attempt to open her passage more. Zed appreciated the action, exploring deeper until his thighs were pressed up against her thick cheeks. Karma turned her head and rested her cheek on the table, taking deep breaths and trying to relax. Her owner mockingly stroked her hair. “See? That wasn’t so bad was it? This next part might be though.” He said, giving her round ass a solid smack. He pulled back until all but the head was removed from her pussy, then immediately thrusted back in hard, making his thighs slap against her skin with a fleshy whack, and pushing her further into the table. She cried out in distress at the unexpected action, her underused pussy not used to such rough treatment.

But he wasn’t done. Without missing a beat he pulled out again and repeated the action, again making the girl groan uncomfortably as she bounced against the unforgiving furniture. He set a quick rhythm, each time plunging himself deep inside her, each time making her squeak in response, then pulling back out and doing it all over again. Smack. “Ah.” Smack. “Uh.” Smack. “Mm.”

Not being quite satisfied, Zed slide his hand down to her torso, and his experienced hands found her exposed breast again. He took her chocolate nipple between his fingers and rolled it again, pinching and squeezing it while he fucked her from behind. That caused a bigger reaction. “Ahhhh!” She cried, clawing the wood uselessly as her nipple hardened between his fingers. The ninja chuckled at her reaction, and smiled to himself as he felt her tunnel grow wetter and hotter. “Such a naughty girl aren’t you ‘Enlightened One’? You may try to deny it, but you’re enjoying this aren’t you?” Without a word, she frantically shook her head from side to side, still groaning as he relentlessly pounded her hole.

“Deny it all you want, but your wet pussy says differently.” He punctuated his statement by lifting his hips while he thrusted, making his cock hit a different spot, turning her groan into a high pitched whine. Karma didn’t know why it was happening, but her nerves were flashing, turning blindingly red and creating a fire in her blood. Her skin was flush and her breathing was hard. She could feel centers of pleasure in her body lighting up like a Christmas tree, centered around her nipple, her belly, her pussy and her throat. Everytime his balls bounced against her, it felt like there was a buildup of sensation, held it only by her own will. Unfortunately, her will was threatening to be overwhelmed.

“No no no no no, stop...” She panted, terrified of what might happened if he didn’t, but simultaneously (to her shame) hoping that he didn’t. He growled in frustration. “Ugh, must you ruin this moment with your babbling? Don’t worry, I have a solution.” He leaned back, temporarily halting his assault, and took a deep breath. There was a sudden rush of cold air, and the light seemed to pull towards him, then suddenly a shadowy figure appeared on the other side of the table, facing her. The dark clone of Zed had his arms crossed, and sported a large erection, mirroring the original ninja. “Now be a good girl and open or we’ll force you to. And he won’t be gentle about it.”

Karma glanced up at the figure, who despite having no discernible facial features still looked like it was looking down at her expectantly. After a moment, she opened her mouth obediently and leaned forward, not quite able to reach the shadow cock presented to her. Both Zed and his shadow chuckled. “And you try to say you’re not a whore.” Before she could utter a reply, the clone stepped forward and shoved his cock between her lips. The impossibly dark dick lacked a real taste or texture, or even a temperature; it was just a thick object in her mouth. She wondered if the ninja would get any real pleasure from this. She doubted it. It was more likely just a way to further humiliate her.

She did her best to suck on the dark cock while Zed resumed his thrusting, quickly speeding up to the same ferocity he had before, pushing her up and down on the shadow’s cock which was now dangerously close to pushing into her throat. Muffled wet groans slipped out from her lips while Zed and his clone spit roasted her over the table, slowly killing whatever pride she had left. Against her will, the ninja’s thick meat was pressing against her sensitive flesh wonderfully, and created a flood of pleasure that was going to break the dam and swim through her whole body.

She tried to focus on the inhuman dick in her mouth, but Zed would not be denied. His breathing had become labored, and his thrusted were harder and faster than before, becoming frantic and without rhythm. His shadow was apparently affected by his desperation as well, because it shoved the rest of its length down her throat, making her gag and attempt feebly to push it away. Both figures pounded away at her holes from either side with no regard for her at all, making her unable to form coherent thoughts, and only focus on the feeling. Her core throbbed and ached with her owner’s diligent work, and when she felt his balls tighten, she felt an inexplicable contentedness right before he orgasmed.

Both Zed and his shadow exploded into her respective holes; Zed flooding her womb with his seed, and the clone shooting its cum down her throat while she struggled to keep the passage open. A moment after the flow ended, the shadow nodded its head and dissipated into the dark. Karma took a long, sweet, deep breath and coughed before swallowing again, tasting some of the odd otherworldly creature’s cum on her tongue. Zed pulled himself out of her now sore pussy, pulling some of his pearly white seed out from her lips as he did. He gave her booty one last light slap before chuckling happily and stepping away and striding back towards his seat.

Karma laid across the table for a moment, still panting and trying to catch her breath, and watched him as he tucked his cock back into his pants. The dam. The dam was straining against the waves, and a need boiled in her blood. Her fingernails were carved into the wood in frustration, and she found one hand reaching back and circling around her clit. “You...you’re going to use me again right?” Zed turned back towards her in curiosity, and couldn’t help but laugh heartily when he realized that she was carefully masturbating. “Oh there is no doubt. But if the whore can’t be bothered to wait, I’m sure there are others who would love to entertain her for a small fee.”

The implication should have disgusted her. It went against all of her beliefs. It was against her nature. But as he stood up and headed towards the door that lead to the auditorium, her fingers only sped up on her clit.
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