Chapter 13 - Katarina and Cassiopeia - The New Slave

Irelia strained against her bonds, froth bubbling at the corners of her mouth. Her restraints rattled as she jerked left and right, her body searching for any weakness in the heavy leaden chains. There was none. A powerful enchantment had impregnated the metal, making it nigh-unbreakable. One of the guards was standing so close she could smell her. The bitch was wearing perfume on the battlefield. That kind of excess made her blood boil, and Irelia growled again, struggling, growing weaker and weaker as she fought against the magical metal.

Amused by her ferocity, the soldier walked forward, leaning down and staring into Irelia's eyes. The warrior wore a large helmet with a narrow visor, but still Irelia could see piercing-green eyes behind it. She hissed and jerked forwards, trying to nip at the unprotected throat, but the guard twisted to the side and thumped her temple hard with the butt of her knife, leaving a throbbing welt. Irelia curled in on herself, her head smarting, eyes shut in a wince.

A familiar voice wafted over her ears. It was deep, womanly, and magnificently-cruel. "Trying to break lead. You're pretty headstrong. No surprise from the Will of the Blades, I suppose."

Irelia's expression soured. She recognized that voice, and her muscles felt weak. She sank slightly in her manacles, and they clanked dully in response. Irelia fixed her gaze on the floor. 

Of course she was here. Katarina was bound to be on the frontlines anywhere Noxus marched. The woman was an assassin, not a fighter; but she always loved to show her face on the battlefield. It would greatly help the morale of the troops, although that was partially because she always dressed in leather and they got to stare at her ass.

Katarina chuckled darkly. "Nothing to say?" she quipped, reaching forward and grabbing Irelia's jaw, twisting her head painfully upwards to meet her glare. 

"Fuck you," she hissed, and earned a vicious slap on the cheek, leaving a red mark. "What, is that all you have? Typical Noxian. Violence is the only way you know."

Katarina fluttered her eyes. "Darling, there are things worse than pain. Things worse than death… Especially for an Ionian. You people," she said, a sneer of disgust coming to her face as if she was wiping a squashed bug off her shoe, "Are all about your 'Honor.' Your 'Greater Good.' Your 'Higher Morality.' She pressed her thumb into Irelia's throat even harder, forcing the woman to gag and tilt her head to avoid the pain. "I'll show you just what kind of weapons Noxus uses to break down bitches like you."

"Try," Irelia said, flicking strands of dark hair from her face. "I'll show you how an Ionian dies."

But death was slow in coming. In fact, he never arrived at all.

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It took days before they reached Noxus. Irelia was not allowed to rest, constantly forced to provide sexual favors for the well-hung guards. By the time the cart trundled into the market square, just a short distance from the du Couteau manor, her muscles ached; her skin was red and tight; and bruises and cuts adorned her body. Katarina wouldn't stop using her knives on her, but never cut deep enough to draw more than a pearlet of blood. Just enough to mark her skin with angry red slices, spelling out horrible things: CUMSLUT for a tramp stamp. COCK adorned one cheek, and LOVER was cut into the other. FEED ME DICKS was written down her right arm. On her chest, written large in Katarina's crude pen, were the words IONIAN TOILET. The guards had pissed in her throat, over and over, leaving a foul taste in her mouth that she couldn't seem to get rid of. Only the gush of cum from a thick cock would wipe away the memory of being a urinal for a Noxian soldier. Twice she had caught herself wishing that they would fuck her mouth just so she would taste jizz instead of piss. The idea was so foul that she had to go deep into meditation, but it was difficult to concentrate on inner peace when things were so dire.




Irelia thought she would be executed. Instead she was herded into a small prison-cart devoid of any sanctuary. The walls were iron bars so that she was exposed to the elements, and they had clamped her arms behind her back. Her only comfort was a thin carpet of dry hay to absorb her waste and serve as a primitive bed. She sat in sullen silence, her back pressed up against the solid frontal wall of the tiny prison, glaring at anyone who walked by.

They marched for a few hours. The guards chatted with each other for a while, until Katarina came around with a leather switch and whipped their shins, slapping them into acting like proper soldiers. Then they simply marched under the hot Ionian sun, sweating and panting, tired and unhappy.

Towards the evening, they came to a stop. Irelia's back was aching from the uncomfortable confines. So she was fatigued, bored for hours and without a wink of sleep when the lock clicked open on the solid read door of the prison cart. She blinked her eyes open and glared up at them, daring them to make a move. She might've been tied up but she was still a legendary fighter. 

To no surprise, it was Katarina who entered the prison. But what took her back was the woman's cock, hanging freely out of her leather pants as plain as day. Gods, but she was hung! The dark pink head of her thick girlmeat was almost past her knees. Irelia swallowed, and hoped that she was a shower, not a grower.

"Get on your stomach," Katarina ordered, putting a hand on the hilt of the wicked knife she kept in the scabbard on her ankle. 

"I'm not going to do that," Irelia said coldly, staring at Katarina's huge cock, a shiver going down her spine. 

"I hoped you'd say that," she grinned, stepping forward. She took up a stance before Irelia, with her legs spread and her hands on her hips. That cock was just an inch from Irelia's nose. After a few hours of sweaty marching, her unwashed cock smelled like a leather boot. She slid the knife an inch out of its container with a metallic sheen.

"You are foul," Irelia whispered, harshly enough to be heard. 

Katarina twisted on the spot, turning her body 90 degrees to the right and lifting her left leg with all the grace of an expert dancer. Her long legs looked gorgeous, clad in skin-tight leather that exposed every contour of her body. And then she brought her heeled foot down, planting it right in Irelia's face with brute strength.

The wicked kick knocked the girl down, the force actually spinning her slightly before she landed in the hay with a thump. "Ugh!"

Herr nose was bleeding. She covered her nostrils with her fingers and glared up at Katarina with wrath in her green eyes. The assassin was still standing on one leg, grinning down at Irelia with lust in her green eyes. "Want more?" she jeered, bending her ankle, wiggling her foot in the air.  

The Will of the Blades said nothing, but slowly moved forward, clumsy without the use of her arms, which were still tied behind her. Slowly she presented her ass to Katarina, still wearing her ultra-tight bodysuit. "The legendary frostbutt," Kat hissed, feeling her cock throb at the sight of those generous curves. "I've wanted to do this since the first day I saw you at the League." Katarina dropped to her knees, slid her hands along those magnificent globes, cooing as she felt her fingers sinking into the softness of her asscheeks. "Has anyone ever told you that your ass is absolutely fuckable?"

"No," Irelia thought, scowling. Her asscrack was sweaty. The day was uncomfortably-hot and she didn't have access to her hands. Her scowl grew until her eyes screwed shut.

"Well, your ass is absolutely fuckable," Katarina said, licking her lips in anticipation. She began to spank her, over and over, letting her bubble-butt wiggle and wobble with the impact. Irelia said nothing, only beginning to let out small pained moans after more than two dozen hard smacks landed right on her rear. 

"Stop it," Irelia said, her voice cracking. 

"What did you say?" Katarina said in awe, tilting her head and looking over Irelia's shoulder.

"Please stop," she said with a sob, hanging her head. Her dark hair enveloped her face, hiding her expression. Hiding herself from the world. 

"Let me think about that for a second," Katarina said silkily, withdrawing her knife from her scabbard. She slid it up against the bodysuit and made a single deft cut, all the way from Irelia's lower back to her groin, revealing first her crack, then her tight asshole, and then finally a pair of fat balls flopped out, and Katarina drew breath. "Wow, you're packing too, huh? What a lewd woman I've found here," she teased, dropping the knife and letting it clatter to the ground, without freeing Irelia's cock. Just letting her balls hang free below her exposed sphincter. 

"Just a taste," Katarina said, nibbling her lip. Her cock was standing at full hardness now, and it wanted nothing more than to sheathe itself in Irelia's unconsenting asshole. She bent down to her hands and knees and shoved her face in Irelia's crack, moaning whorishly as she started to slide her tongue across that quivering hole. The taste was dank and bitter, and Irelia shrieked in response, automatically pulling away, but falling on her face without her arms to balance her. Her cheek smeared against the hard iron floor beneath the hay, and she groaned in frustration as Katarina roughly made out with her pucker, pressing her tongue firmly against it, almost poking inside, then going around in circles and getting the whole thing dripping-wet.

Katarina pulled away only when her face was a mess of sweat and saliva. She wiped it off with the back of her hand, and flicked it away. "Lovely. Can't wait anymore," she said, licking her lips again and tasting it one last time before she pressed her cock against Irelia's backdoor and bullied her way inside.

Kat's strength was fearsome, and she overcame her virginal tightness with worrying speed. Irelia's eyes bolted open and she let out a pained scream as the huge cockhead drilled her asshole open, stretching it mercilessly around the monstrous slab of meat. Her asshole lit up with searing pain as muscles and tendons stretched to the breaking point, fluttering in an effort to close her back up again, only serving to clamp down on Katarina's dick and give the assassin a magnificent massage with her sweaty hole. She continued to scream until most of the guards had left what they were doing to come and watch. 

"Look at her, what a slut!" one of them cried, laughing heartily and pointing right at her.

"It took Katarina what, like two minutes to start fucking her ass? Totally easy," another one laughed, crossing her arms beneath her chest. 

"I had a feeling Ionians were easy!"

"We fucked her village and now we're going to fuck her. I like it."

"Shut up, dolts!" Katarina snarled, reaching forward and grabbing Irelia's hair in her hand. She roughly tugged her backwards, pulling on her scalp, forcing Irelia to bend backwards or face searing pain from two places at once. "You're totally killing my hateboner!" Nobody was brave enough to risk pissing off the psychotic general's-daughter, and they watched in smirking silence, whispering to each other and pointing at Irelia, which only made her sob louder. She felt like such a whore. She'd never heard of anything like this. This was the worst thing she could ever have imagined. 

As Katarina started to slide into a smooth fucking motion, her sensitive cockhead found Irelia's prostate and a cruel smile split her mouth. "Oh, I found her love-button. How cute, it's pretty big. Almost like you want me to pummel it into submission." Irelia shivered and squirmed, letting out a meek cry for help as her fingers curled reflexively. She opened her mouth and took as big a mouthful of hay as she could, biting down hard and sinking her teeth into the stalks. It helped the pain, but only a little. Katarina bent her hips to get her dick into the perfect angle to punch Irelia's prostate over and over again, ramming her thick cock against her anus, which was beyond sensitive thanks to its virginity. Her asshole was bleeding pretty heavily too since Katarina's brutal, throbbing girth had torn the skin around it. The Noxian started to laugh maniacally as she roughly pistoned in and out of Irelia's perfect ass, her balls slapping against Irelia's balls, setting a loud clapping rhythm that everyone could hear. Tears flowed openly down her cheeks. She was nothing but a whore now. All her honor, all her self-respect, torn to shreds in a minute. Her heart pounded, and she drooled into the hay.

Katarina pulled Irelia's hair all the way back, tied it into a simple knot, and then shoved the knot in her mouth and bit down with her molars. It was slightly disgusting, but the only way to keep pulling on Irelia's hair while freeing her hands for other things. Namely, groping this wanton slut's fat tits. Her fingers curled into the Ionian's tender flesh, covered though they were by the bodysuit. "I can feel your nipples," Katarina huffed, letting go of the hair in her mouth. Bad idea; that was just too gross. Instead she groped her with one hand and tugged roughly on her hair with her other hand. Over and over, she hilted herself in Irelia's painfully-tight asshole. Slowly but surely she could feel the muscles in Irelia's ass giving up the fight. Aching. Loosening. Leaving her pucker to gape. "How lewd. All it took was a few minutes of me punching your love-button and your ass has already opened-up like a good anal whore. How does it feel?" Katarina whispered huskily, sweat dripping down her forehead, her chest, and her balls. Irelia couldn't offer anything in return except for a weak squeal of pain.

"I didn't hear you. I asked, how does it feel to be a disgusting skank who's only useful for her hot little body and would be dead right now if she didn't have such a great ass?" she crowed, digging into Irelia's chest hard enough to make the suit tear around her fingernails. She panted hard and rode her ass for another five minutes, gaping the poor thing before she finally peaked. She cried out with a satisfied gasp, hilting her cock in Irelia's soft and yielding asshole and pressing their balls together for the next sixty seconds. Her mouth hung open as her thick cock throbbed, pumping load after fat load of smelly, sticky cum into Irelia's colon. It was a flood of the stuff, since Katarina hadn't had the chance to blow off steam all week thanks to the military campaign. And there was no doubt that she was saving herself for Irelia too.

It was endless, or at least it felt like it. Seconds were like hours for Irelia, as the adrenaline in her system made her perception incredibly sharp. So much pain, so much adrenaline. She could feel every gush of Kat's jizz as it flooded her body, oozing into the nooks and crannies of her intestines. It was horrible, utterly horrible, and yet… Her cock was hard, and she had shot her load into her suit… 

Irelia gurgled in fear. She could literally feel her body filling up with Katarina's liquid seed. Into her stomach. Pressure rising. Belly bulging out with cum. She felt like she'd finished a four-course meal. When she could take it no longer, she opened her mouth to scream for it all to be over, but something caught in her throat and suddenly she gagged and puked onto the floor. What came out was nothing but fresh, thick cum. 

That's when Irelia passed out. The mental stress was just too much as she watched herself hurking up Kat's cum. That fresh cum that had been in Kat's balls just a minute ago. Katarina continued to fuck the limp girl for a few more minutes, stuffing her body completely with jizz before finally pulling her cock out of the ruined hole with a wet schllop. 

She stood up, and smirked at the jealous soldiers who surrounded the prison cart. She knelt, and wiped her filthy dick off on Irelia's face before walking out of the cart, leaving the door open and the key in the lock, so that everyone else could have their way with the comatose hero.









