Chapter 1 - Vayne gets run down by Riven (Snuff, guro)

Parts 1 and 2 here

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“I’ll fucking teach to you run around up here!” Riven, having finally hit her power spikes, engaged and easily won the all-in against Vayne. The Night Hunter knelt unwillingly in front of the Exile, her crossbow broken into pieces in front of her, while Riven kept a firm grip on her by her hair, ready to deliver humiliation only Noxian blood could. 


“I’m gonna fucking ruin you. I’m going to fuck your pretty little ass so fucking hard you won’t be able to get out of bed for a week!” Riven whispered harshly into Vayne’s ear. “Back in the Crimson Elite, I must’ve raped a hundred young Demacian girls. Every last one was like you: all bright and strong. And every last one went back to Demacia broken. We raped them stupid with broom handles and sword hilts. We tied them up in the stables and had trained horses and dogs breed them for days. You’re dripping just thinking about it, aren’t you, slut?”


The hunter looked up at her captor, trembling in fear, springing the bullied swordswoman into action. Riven slapped her, hard enough to leave a painful welt across Vayne’s cheek, sending her tumbling to the ground on her back. Tears leaked from her eyes and she tried crawling to her feet, but Riven pounced on top of her, mounting the smaller woman with ease. 


“Where do you think you’re going, bitch? You opted into this matchup, didn’t you? Not so fun anymore, is it?!” With that, Riven tore into and ripped apart Vayne’s bodysuit, spilling her tits and pussy out into the open air. “No underwear, huh? Just that much of a little exhisbitionist slut, I guess. Wonder how many times a monster’s ripped this thing apart and pounded this little pussy Probably the reason for this getup anyway. Ohhhh look at me! A poor defenseless night hunter who’s tripped and fallen! Oh please don’t come and rape my brains out while I’m downnn!” Riven mocked her captive and popped a futa potion.


“Well, here I am,” she grinned as she pulled aside her loincloth and the stiff bitch-breaker sailed to a painful full mast. It was long, girthy, veiny, and absolutely ready to fuck. Without another moment’s hesitation, Riven pried Vayne’s legs apart and slammed herself balls-deep in a single thrust. 


“Fuck! G-gods, this feels so … so fucking good! This is what men feel when they fuck us? S-shit, I almost don’t blame them for being so fucking horny all the time. I’d fucking rape the shit outta me if this is what it fucking felt like!” Riven cursed, and began thrusting in and out of Vayne’s creamy cunt. “You fucking whore. At least a dozen big monster’s been in here already, right?!”


Vayne desperately shook her head, trying her best to slip free, but the muscular warrior easily kept her slender frame pinned.


“Liar! Don’t fucking lie to me! Know your place, bitch!” Punishing her new slave, Riven punched her in the stomach, driving the wind out of her lungs. She was going to beat her black and blue in return for the smashing the melee champion had to endure earlier. With one hand wrapped tightly around Vayne’s neck, greatly restricting her breathing and choking her out, the other slammed mercilessly into her face and body. Blow after blow, leaving welts and bruises. Vayne groaned through bruised lips. “Shut up, slut! SHUT! UP! YOU! STUPID! HOLE!” Riven grabbed her by the forehead and slammed her face-first into the ground with each word, until weak whispers of breathing were the only sounds Riven could hear. 


“That’s better…” Riven purred, continuing to jackhammer into her prey with vicious speed. “Don’t pretend I’m the biggest you’ve ever had … everyone knows what you’re doing during those night hunts. C’mon, you little cum-toilet, what’s the biggest monster that’s ever raped you?” 


Vayne’s mind, clouded by Riven’s big dick, struggled for an answer. Riven was right, of course. Vayne was nothing more than a hunter for big monster cocks. Sure, she’d intended to slay a werewolf that first night, but after having her virgin pussy knotted by a throbbed red wolfcock and pinned beneath a muscular monster for a night before being brutally raped in every hole by the entire pack, she’d changed. Now she prowled exclusively for the largest beasts and demons she could find, begging them to fuck her brains out, moaning like a whore as they did so. She frequently woke up in the morning in a puddle of cold, crusty cum with her clothes ripped to shreds and her entire body aching from being fucked so violently.


Riven was wrong about one thing, however. When Renekton, Hecarim, and Warwick ripped through her soft, womanly figure and hosed her down with a gallon of monster semen, it definitely wasn’t rape. She loved every moment of it, and actively pursued the biggest, nastiest monsters to breed with. At some points, even sneaking into the royal stables and guzzling loads from 18-hand stallions all day failed to sate her depraved lust for bigger and bigger cocks. Truthfully, Riven’s forearm-sized girlcock was rightdown small compared to what she was used to, but the vaginal reconstructing mage she’d worked with had done her job well: she was a nice, tight fuck, even for simply a regularly monstrous cock like Riven’s. 


As her pussy was fucked and her body was beaten, Vayne let out quiet moans and squeals of pleasure, whipping Riven into a higher state of frenzy. Even as her body accepted the harsh beatings, the pleasure of being treated like a piece of mindless trash excited her to no end and she loved every second of it. She never thought a mere human could make her feel this way, but the way Riven beat and fucked her rivaled even her darkest experiences, but still the slutty hunter wanted more. “Ohhhhh …. Yessss, moreeeee, fu-GLAGHHGH!” she screamed as Riven, frustrated, simply resorted to punching her in the face. Vayne’s nose made an audible crunch as a single hard swing shattered it. Her lip bled, as well as cuts opening all around her face, tears streaming out of her rapidly swelling eyes as Riven took advantage of her new opening. She even dropped a few hard elbows, but stopped. She didn’t want Vayne to lose consciousness, after all. 


Looking at Vayne crying in pain and genuine suffering tipped Riven over the edge. “I’m close, slut, and so are you, judging by the way you’re milking me. The question is, will you be able to cum-” her eyes sparkled dangerously. “-before you run out of air?” she finished and suddenly wrapped both hands tightly around Vayne’s neck. Her thumbs pressed hard into her windpipe, squeezing it shut entirely. It was very clear now, Vayne would die with Riven’s cock inside her if she so chose.


The slutty markswoman’s eyes widened in fear and panic. She weezed painfully as her rib cage muscles strained to pull in oxygen. The oxygen deprivation, real panic and fear was too much, and she came, hard, losing bladder control and spraying herself shamefully. Sure, Vayne’d died on the Rift before, many times, but being beheaded or impaled or burned alive had become practically mundane at this point. Being viciously raped and asphyxiated to death by another woman was new, though, and her panicked instincts did little to help her preserve oxygen. Her eyes practically popping out of her skull, her head swimming and unclear, unable to focus on anything that would get her out of the situation. 


At the same time, Riven feasted on the smaller woman’s fear and panic. She leaned down, sociopathically pressing her soft, calm lips against Vayne’s bloody, frantic ones, feeling her teeth bloodied and loosened from the pounding. Eyes wide, Vayne tried bucking her head upwards, but with Riven’s muscular arms holding her down by the neck, it was merely an exercise in futility. “Hmmmmm…” Riven sultrily purred as she kissed the choking woman, greatly enjoying her suffering, licking away at Vayne’s quivering face. “Ohhhh, babe, I’m gonna cum… you want it inside, don’t you? You love the idea of being my warm condom, don’t you? You useLESS CUMDUMP!” Her mocking voice reached a peak as she came. Thick loads of womanly cum flooded Vayne’s well-fucked pussy, but her body was already beginning to shut down. Her last sensation before her eyes and senses shut down was Riven moaning as she unloaded inside her victim. With her rolling orgasm, Riven’s finger’s didn’t relax around the dead Vayne’s throat, but actually tightened. As she came off her high, Vayne’s skin was already starting to change color. 


Riven chuckled as she held Vayne’s limp corpse up by the hair and shoved her cockthroughout it, cleaning some of the excess semen and juices off with the dead woman’s hair. Finally sated, she kicked the cooling body into the river and continued her work in the top lane.


Some minutes later...


“You’re looking a little timid there!” Riven taunted from behind the minion line.


“Sh-shut up!” Vayne tried to focus, and not remember her last humiliating death by sexual asphyxiation. Of course, she had no chance, already lost the mental battle, and was powerless once Riven flashed on top of her. Only a few seconds later, she was once again on the ground, underneath the sadistic warrior. Her bodysuit was torn to shreds again, and sinewy hands spread her bountiful asscheeks apart as hard girlcock pounded into her, this time in her prim asshole. 


Riven bit down hard into her shoulder, enough to leave a painful red mark. “No one’s coming to help you. You’re going to die here as I rape you. Again. Again and again. 5 times at least. 5 times I’m going to rape you until you think you’re going to die. And then you’re going to die, for real. The only question is: how? What do you think? Maybe I’ll blindfold you and make love to you all sweet and gentle, but at any second I’ll chop your head off. Wouldn’t that be exciting? Or maybe I’ll cut off all of your limbs and bounce your limbless torso on top of me. Or disembowel you and cum into your guts? Gouge out your eyes and fuck the holes? Peel off your scalp and gag you with your own hair? Cut off your hands and shove them into your vagina and asshole? Learn to enjoy it, whore, because it’s not about to stop…” As Riven listed the disgustingly sadistic tortures that could only come from a sick, twisted mind that browses /r/guro, Vayne, wide-eyed and trembling, could only lay under her and endure, silently praying with whatever was left of her mind for her jungler in shining armor to appear. 


He wouldn’t, of course, because Vayne banned his hover in champ select. On a serious note, snuff becomes a lot less unsettling when you realize your waifu/character literally dies a dozen times every league game, sometimes absolutely horribly. No one ever considers what the fuck is actually happening in a league game, do they? Trundle and Cho’gath vores you, Brand and Ignite burns you alive, True Damage Ekko makes you listen to his music, Urgot impales you with a drill and drags you into a meat grinder, a sight so disturbing it causes even gods and demons to flee in terror, the list of shitty deaths just keeps going. Hell, what happened to poor Vayne just now probably wasn’t even top 5 most horrible deaths in that game alone. So this isn’t actually that bad, in the grand scheme of things.
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