Chapter 1 - Wake up, slave.

This story wasn't intended to be posted here, but I decided I would anyway. 

Cassiopeia has two cocks and a pair of balls, soaked in organic lubricant. Details here -> https://www.f-list.net/c/cassiopeia%20du%20coteau/
Ester is a hermaphrodite OC, her details are here -> https://www.f-list.net/c/ester




*There's no scat in the story itself, however it is referred to a few times.*






“Wake up, slut.”
Cassiopeia would have kicked out at the sleeping girl’s body, but she had no legs. Instead, she spat on her face and rubbed it in with the tip of her tail. Ester came awake with a start, an unpleasant wetness on her face. It took about a second and a half for everything to rush back to her. She’d been… kidnapped! Captured by the Noxian military, and transported back to the capital to be sold into slavery. 
Oh, if it had been anyone except Cassiopeia, the snake.
Her mistress was terrifying to behold. Long brown hair cascading down her shoulders, a sneering expression always on her face. She had nothing but distain for the human race, and the blonde girl on the ground before her was no different. Ester rolled onto her side and pressed her palm against the cold stone floor, retching. The taste in her mouth was horrendous, and her stomach felt like it was going to flip inside out. She hadn’t been fed since she got here three days ago.
Well, not fed with food anyways. Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought of it. The snake’s huge, wide hips squatting down right on her face and… forcing her to eat her shit. Ester gagged, and suddenly puked, vomiting the contents of her stomach onto the floor. Soft chunks of feces in a pool of urine. She sobbed, and wiped her mouth, gasping for air after the intense reaction.
“Disgusting,” Cassiopeia snarled, and whipped Ester’s cheek with her tail. “Get on your feet.” It was a simple command, but as with everything here, there was a kernel of sadism contained within. Ester had only been there for two nights, but she knew beyond a doubt that she was never to stand on her two legs ever again. That she was a dog, less than a dog. The heavy iron collar wrapped around her neck, and the iron chain that connected it to the wall was more than enough evidence of that. Noxus didn’t even treat their dogs like this. It went beyond all reason, and Ester knew it was just another kink for Cass. 
Cass. Cassiopeia. Mistress. The words were ash in her mouth. Ashe… how she wished the frost archer would have taken her in, instead! Surely Ashe didn’t use her prisoners as living urinals. Slowly she got onto her knees, hanging her head. Her long hair was soaked with piss, a wet mop that dangled to the floor. She couldn’t escape it. Tied to the wall as she was, and with Cassiopeia’s hideous urine coursing through her system, she simply had to pee… and she made an absolute mess of the tiny area she now called home. She couldn’t escape the puddle of urine all night long, and now she stank of it too. And, suddenly, she realized that she was freezing too, as a result of the same.
“Put this on,” Cassiopeia ordered. Ester looked up, and saw the lamia holding out a small brass necklace. It was ornamented with the letter S… No, wait, it was actually a coiled snake! Ester sniffed and raised her chin, letting Cassie slip it around her neck. The brass was warm from the mistress’ hand. So much warmer than the icy brass. It almost made her blush. “Yes,” she purred. “Very nice. That’ll do well.”
Ester was pulled from the room by the chain lead. She continued to cry, though less, as she crawled along behind the half-human. Piss dripped down her arms as she followed her. At least she was drying off, that was something. 
They passed a servant. A cute girl with brown hair and a button nose wearing a full French maid outfit, she turned up her nose at the sight of the naked slave. “Miss,” she said respectfully, with a small bow to Cassiopeia as she passed. The snake nodded, accepting this show of submission. Ester wondered if she might do the same, if she might get clothes the same as that girl, and not have to crawl around anymore. She decided to wait for her chance to show Cassiopeia that she was willing to do what she wanted.
Ester had been trained as a servant in Ionia. It was her time spent in that mystical land that had stained her eyes pink. She’d studied directly under Karma… And all of that for this? For Noxus of all places!? Ester wrenched her eyes shut and shook her head, clearing her mind of the idea. A servant would serve their master no matter who it was. In her heart, she broke her ties with Ionia, but heartstrings still tugged at Karma, the woman who had been as a mother to the orphan girl.
She was brought out of her reverie by a loud thump. Cassiopeia had begun descending the stairs into a basement. She angled herself horizontally, and hopped her thick tail down one step at a time. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Ester bit her lip, and spoke, “Miss, please,” she said, and winced, hoping she wouldn’t be struck for speaking out of turn. The words came out in a tumble. “I’ll fall forwards, down the stairs, if I have to walk like this.” The sadness was obvious in her voice.
Cassiopeia’s expression was of surprise. She was so un-used to caring about anything other people thought or felt, the idea hadn’t even crossed her mind. “Go down backwards,” she said, not warmly, but not coldly either. And, she didn’t lash out at the slave, even relaxing another meter of lead for Ester to work with. Realizing this was her way in, Ester smiled warmly (though she had no joy inside her) and turned around, inadvertently showing Cassiopeia her naked ass and balls. The snake licked her lips furtively, and continued to thump her way down the stairs.
It was a long hallway, studded with a handful of doors leading to unknown rooms. Cassiopeia led the slave along, tugging her as she was getting slower. Her knees and palms were chafing and sore, but she held her breath and didn’t complain. At last the lamia-mistress arrived at a large red door, and pushed it open via the ornate bronze handle. 
The room was small, and brightly lit by two torches on either sides of the door. Cassiopeia closed it and locked it, licking her dry lips again, cursing her reptile DNA. 
Ester wasn’t facing Cassiopeia when it happened. She was looking all around the room, but suddenly she stiffened with trepidation. She could smell, and hear, the mistress pulling out her filthy cocks. Two wet squelches, and a wall of stink that invaded her nostrils. A disgustingly-sweet, sugary musk. Ester knew what it was, and what to do. Obediently she turned onto her back, and sat her butt down on the ground. Her pink eyes looked up with fear, biting her lip, but not fighting against it.
The lamia cooed, and pushed herself forwards with her massive coils. Those wrist-thick cocks drooled onto the ground… and Ester felt her stomach growl, hungry for real food. Maybe, just maybe…?
“I’ve been looking for someone like you for some time,” Cassiopeia said blankly. “Someone beautiful enough to attract me, young enough to survive it, beautiful enough to deserve it.” She slithered behind Ester and hooked her hands into the girl’s armpits, lifting her without any obvious strain at all. Ester oofed as she was plopped into the chair. It was pretty low to the ground, and before she knew it, Cassie was manipulating a crank on the bottom side and the chair straightened out into a bed shape. Lying on her back, staring into Cassie’s gaze with her pink eyes, she knew that she was in a serious situation, but she kept her lips pursed. There was no hope in fighting it, none at all.
Cassiopeia was a master of bondage. She produced a long, long coil of rope, and in three minutes, Ester was completely tied down, spread-eagled, with her arms stretched comfortably below the table’s surface and her knees slightly in the air. There was no need for a gag. As soon as she was done, Cassiopeia flopped her unwashed cocks on Ester’s face and let the girl take a breath of her cockstink. The sludgy ooze that dripped off her members plugged up Ester’s nose, and she jerked forward, coughing, trying to rid herself of it, but there was no hope. Cassiopeia put her hand on her head and pushed her down hard, turning her world upside down. She knew what was coming next, and tried to steel her stomach for it. 
Without warning or ceremony she felt the slick tip of Cassiopeia’s foreskin brush against her lips. She opened her mouth, and the Lady thrust inside, scouring Ester’s tongue with filth. Her eyes watered. It was a foul taste, although better than shit or piss, and she obediently tongued the woman’s glans. She felt her pussy moisten ever so slightly at the strong taste of cock… Something she loved. She couldn’t deny that the years of sucking off Karma and being Irelia’s cumdump had left something in her, something undeniably sluttish. And so she closed her eyes and focused on the job, sucking the filth right off of Cassie’s dick and pooling it at the back of her throat. The Lady pushed forward, penetrating her throat, slipping her dick straight through the pool of filth and re-coating her pink skin in it, ploughing it down Ester’s throat and making her gag. She felt herself retch, she would have puked if her throat wasn’t crammed full of dick. Her muscles simply weren’t working, and the ones that she actually could control were roped down to the table. Cassiopeia’s second cock slid over her face, and white goo gummed up her eye, forcing it closed. She was thankful for her nose, which stopped that dick from flopping all over her face and getting it in the other eye too! 
Cassiopeia reached out to the side, stretching herself almost uncomfortably far, and pulled out two inches from Ester’s throat as she did. The slave gurgled, happy at least to briefly have a smaller problem. Cassiopeia leaned back, holding a crystal decanter in her hand. Nothing more than a translucent ornate jug, she ground the lip against Ester’s cheek, for a reason the slave didn’t quite realize for a moment. Then, the Lady sighed, relaxing her body pleasurably. Now she knew what was coming.
With a wet squirt, a stream of golden amber erupted from her cock and filled the bottom of the decanter. In the same instant, Ester cried out pitifully as urine flooded her throat in both directions, forcing its way into her stomach and backwashing up into her mouth. She coughed, spluttering urine onto Cassiopeia’s groin, the thin fluid trickling down the snake’s balls. She couldn’t handle it, her throat was totally revolting against her… her muscles vibrated rapidly, and then died, her gag reflex too tired to continue for now. Her eyes opened wide as Cassiopeia started to fuck her, her much-looser throat providing a warm home for her cock. At the same time, urine was jetting out of her upper genitalia, and with frightening speed it filled the contours of the crystal decanter. Inch after inch of dark yellow waste rose up, and Cassie continued to tilt the thing back a little more so that the piss never quite reached the lip. 
Ester didn’t know how long she stayed like that, lying on her back with her mouth wrenched open. Her throat made a weak attempt to assert itself once again, clamping down on Cassie’s cock hard enough to make the lamia groan in pleasure, and thrust harder into the vice-grip, until it went loose again. All the while she was pissing hard, emptying liter after liter of disgusting oily piss into the pathetic human beneath her. “I’m doing you a favor you know, you might have been beheaded if you’d stood up on the stocks for a few more days. Seeing as nobody wanted a freak for a bondslave.” She thrust down her throat with a heady moan, and the flood of urine slowed to a trickle. 
Piss was dribbling from Ester’s nose. Her eyes were screwed shut, and she did her best not to vomit. The taste was horrible, but her aching throat felt even worse. It felt like a keyhole that had had a spear rammed through it. Or a tank. 
Cassiopeia set the decanter down on the table once again. The air was thick with the stench of piss. Ester’s stomach had a bulge on it, enough to make her look two months pregnant. She squirmed, and felt the liters of fluid inside her slosh around. She would have laughed if there wasn’t a dick so deep in her mouth.
And then… Cassiopeia pulled out, slowly and methodically, leaving only Ester’s stained face behind. The lamia grabbed a cloth and wiped off Ester’s face, only making the streaks worse but getting most of the ooze out of her nose. 
“Please don’t shit in me,” she said, and was horrified by it. An open defiance of her mistress. She shrunk, a glum look on her face.
“Not today,” she replied in a chipper voice. “I’ll be planting something else in you today.”
Ester stayed silent, trying not to let her imagination run wild with the implications of that nightmarish sentence.
Cassiopeia eased her way over to the wall. There was a bag hanging from a coathook. The strap was leather, but the bag itself looked like it was made out of an animal’s stomach. Oblong, fat at one end. Slime dripped constantly out of the lowermost point, and Ester shuddered. “What’s that?”
Cassie slithered close, and stuck her hand into the bag with a moist squelch. She wrapped her fingers around something, and pulled it out. A small, bright green orb, perhaps two inches wide. Soft, with plenty of give when she squeezed it. “My children,” she purred, “My eggs.” 
“You’re going to put your eggs in me?” Ester stammered, her voice high pitched. “Oh god.” She felt sickness overcome her, and she puked again.
Cassiopeia snapped her fingers. Ester felt the motion freeze in her body. She was sure that she was going to do it, but now the urge had simply went away. “I can’t have you wasting any of my wonderful fertilizer,” she said cryptically. Seeing the look on Ester’s face, she continued, “My eggs grow best in the presence of my urine.”
Ester was so close to saying “Well then, leave me alone and take a piss in that bag, you monster.” Luckily, she didn’t, otherwise decapitation would have been the least of her problems.
“They need to be kept warm and safe, and regularly fed. Implantation is the only solution,” she said calmly. “But so far, it hasn’t worked. You are the answer to my problems.”
Ester sniffed, threatening to cry again, but she didn’t. The lamia smiled warmly and slithered around to Ester’s feet, cranking up the chair halfway so the slave could watch. Cassiopeia aligned her dicks with Ester’s holes, and before she could cry out to stop, she’d thrust deep inside, deeper than Ester ever imagined was possible. The flood of sensation was enough to kill her. Her spine arched, her head creaked backwards, and she ground her teeth together hard enough to hurt. She’d been filled, stretched, and it hurt as much as always. Her tender asshole wasn’t nearly trained to take the two-inch-thick cocks, while her pussy was used to the smaller Ionian members. Cassie assaulted her prostate, and her G-spot at the same time, deliberately angling herself upwards to prod at the girl’s pleasure organs. Ester seethed, drooling through clenched teeth. Her cock stood up like a rocket, she was proud of it. A little bigger than Karma’s but a little smaller than Irelia’s, just perfect. Without warning, Cassiopeia pushed her finger into Ester’s urethra, making the girl scream and arch her back again. The pain suffused her entire body, radiating from the tender flesh of her dick. The Lady added a second finger, and started to fuck her cock hard, and Ester’s vision went red. Her blood pressure soared and a headache hit her like a clamp around her brain. “stop,” she whispered, and Cass just laughed. “If I stop now, how will I ever get my eggs inside?”
Ester screamed for the next half an hour, writhing in pain on the operating table. The pain never ceased, never lessened, only changed. Cassiopeia’s fingers were soaked with blood as her most tender passageway was assaulted, and damaged irrevocably. The pain changed from a burning lance like a balloon inflating in her urethra, to a savage tender pain of salt on an open wound. At long last, Cassiopeia pulled her fingers free one last time, leaving Ester’s dick a flabby wreck of meat, still erect and throbbing painfully. She was heaving. Her tears had dried up, and she was empty of sobs. Her balls were bright red with stimulation.
And then, just like that, the bag came back. Cassiopeia laid the bag gently on the table against Ester’s bound leg, and reached into the hole in the top, retrieving another of her eggs. Holding Ester’s dick by the foreskin, she cooed, using two fingers to jiggle the egg into place, and then push it down the first inch. Ester screamed, but not as much. The eggs were smooth and soft, not like her fingers and sharp nails. Cassiopeia had put the leather handle of a riding crop into Ester’s mouth for the girl to bite down on, and that helped a lot. Her teeth ground a little deeper into the leather as another egg followed, pushing the first one down her cock. Ester watched her dick bulge out lewdly with the shape of the two eggs, and Cassiopeia pushed them down, all the way, watching the bulges travel down her dick until they disappeared into her groin. All the way up until then, she could feel them, but then they went past her nerve endings and tumbled into her bladder. She could feel a strange ‘full’ feeling, almost like she had to pee, but that was it. She sniffed back tears and bit her lip. She couldn’t deny this felt good. Cassiopeia’s hands were unbelievably wet and slimy with her own juices, and she took great care to slather Ester’s cock with them, and naturally the eggs were totally soaked with the stuff. It didn’t even hurt that much anymore, and it was beginning to become more and more pleasurable as she raped her cock with eggs.
A dozen passed. Cassiopeia huffed, and paused for a moment. “How does that feel?”
Ester replied quietly. “Feels like I have to pee,” she said. She didn’t mention how her urethra felt like it was on fire.
The answer made the Lady chuckle. “Yes, I suppose it would. That’s exactly what the last girl said.” Her expression darkened somewhat. “She was too old. Her cock wasn’t stretchy enough, her body wasn’t prepared to take it. Her bladder exploded from the pressure and she died of sepsis.” The snake couldn’t resist hurting Ester just a little bit more. “Sepsis, you know, like what people get when they eat sewage.” Ester went green in the face, but held her lunch down.
The process continued. Cassiopeia’s soft fingers massaged the rim of Ester’s urethra, coaxing her slime into her skin. Letting it get absorbed, and make it even more elastic. Ester couldn’t get her dick to go down, it felt like it was permanently erect now… Which was good, as Cassiopeia fingered the next batch of eggs down her gaping cock. These were bigger, since they were lying at the bottom of the bag, and they were absolutely dripping with juice. Ester could have sworn they were even moving, wriggling softly. Cassiopeia pushed one inside, and Ester distinctly felt it wiggle. “Ah… are they alive? It feels like they’re moving inside me.”
The snake blinked. “Yes, very good. I reproduce asexually. I was once female, but the presence of these twin members seems to have managed to seed my eggs. Once a month, I must pass another clutch like this.” She scowled. “Like some disgusting, fucking, fish.”
Ester felt pity for the curséd creature. “I’m sorry,” she said simply, looking into Cassiopeia’s eyes. “It must be hard having your body altered without your consent.” It was only after she had said it out loud that she realized it might be taken as sarcasm. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”
Cassiopeia waved her hand. “You don’t need to explain yourself. I’m a monster, and I’m fine with it. Spit in my face if it makes you feel better.” She leaned in, and presented her cheek to the slave.
Ester felt a bitterness. She sucked some spit under her tongue, and then blew it right onto Cassie’s cheek with a tiny splat. The lamia laughed, and wiped it away. “Haha, there you are. Get it all out in the open.” She flicked the saliva from her fingers onto the floor. “I deserve it, and more.”
Ester knew that she was close to uncovering something. She prodded a little more, shovelling a little more earth off the grave that was Cassiopeia’s secrets. “Why are you being so nice to me?”
One eyebrow rose precipitously. “Am I?” she winked. “Maybe it’s because you’re an incubator for my children. Maybe I’m only being nice to you so you don’t want to jump off a railing and break your neck.”
Ester shook her head. “More than that. I feel a warmth in you that I haven’t felt before.” She squirmed gently in the bonds. “It’s… it’s nice.”
The lamia stared at her with hard eyes, and then rose and turned away, folding her arms. She stayed there for some time, thinking, and Ester watched her, aware of the feeling of juices pouring out of her dick unbidden. At last Cassiopeia turned back and slithered over, placing her hand on Ester’s shoulder. “I’ve never really felt like this before.” She blinked. “That’s a lie. I used to feel this way when I was serving as…” she paused, fighting her unwillingness to bare her soul for a slave. “As a courtesan, long ago, in my previous life.” She sucked her lip. “I recognize the pleasure you get from making other people happy. There’s something of me in you.”
Ester smiled, and glanced down meaningfully at her bloated stomach and ruined cock. “I’d say there is,” she replied coyly, and the lamia roared with laughter, embracing the slave with tears of joy running down her cheeks.
 
 
 
 
 