Chapter 1 - Ahri always did like being the center of attention

Kai’sa never thought she’d be in this position, but she was actually getting bored. Her fat, girthy cock was lodged deep in Ahri’s spasming throat as the popstar choked herself on it. Meanwhile, Evelynn’s sandwiched her face deep into Kai’sa ass, tonguing her asshole best she could. Even with such a display of debauchery, Kai’sa just wasn’t feeling it, leaning up against the wall on her feet while her slaves pleased her from both directions on their knees. It was just too routine, too basic for her tastes. It definitely didn’t help things when Akali joined the group, giving her a dose of just what young flesh could do compared to old. And Ahri and Eve were old, by popstar standards, of course. During their nightly foursomes, the pair simply couldn’t keep up and their nights frequently ended with Kai’sa and Akali getting it on, hot and wild, while Ahri and Eve slept, not at all what Kai’sa had wanted.

The entire KDA band came about as little more than a way for Kai’sa, rich from an old-money family, to find some sexy girls willing to do anything for fame. Their music, artificially contrived and constructed almost entirely by audio engineers and women with actual singing ability but who were too plain to ever grace an album cover, was bland and soulless, perfect for selling large volumes and being played way too much on radio stations. With a few alluring faces and bodies in suggestive poses on the covers to attract the young male demographic, while shallow and pointless lyrics enthralled their female counterparts, it really was just too easy. All they had to do was dance provocatively on a stage in front of thousands of adoring fans, half-assing an effort to lip-sync music they’d never actually sang in their lives, which of course didn’t matter since they were very full-assed where it actually did matter. The rest of time, Ahri gave positive motivational messages and interviews to the media and magazines, reinforcing young girl’s minds with positivity and other empty feel-goodisms. Meanwhile, Evelynn played her own character, a heel of sorts, leaking enough shocking rumours and gossip to make sure KDA frequently graced the cover to TMZ. 

They really thought they were musicians, artists working a craft, an idea Kai’sa secretly laughed at. It was her money and connections that got them where they were, nothing else. She had a hundred girls that could easily take their place now. By this point, Ahri and Evelynn were nothing special. Their established names were important at first to drum up attention when KDA was first starting out, but now that was finished. Now that KDA was practically a household name, Kai’sa was free to do what she wanted with the roster. And she was already beginning to think of potentially replacing the two has-beens.

The final nail in the coffin was the arrival of Akali. Kai’sa could tolerate Ahri’s unenthusiastic lovemaking or Eve’s moody and sometimes frigid behaviour for quite some time without better options. But along came Akali, revolutionizing the band and the bedroom. The first night was an all-nighter, a first for Kai’sa. The wild animalistic fucking, the sultry positions, endless stamina, incredible passion, Kai’sa was reminded of what she had been missing slumming it with the old has-beens. Sure, Ahri and Evelynn absolutely would have been considered quality lays in their primes, but that was long gone. Even then, on top of that, they honestly just weren’t that good in the first place; in their time, fucking their way to the top involved sitting on a few overweight, microdicked executives until they came pathetically, men who would be satisfied with any woman that was half their age and willing to whisper a few sweet things into their ears. That would certainly explain their lack of skills. Kai’sa had to teach Evelynn how to eat her asshole, for fucks sake, and Ahri continued to refuse to learn, apparently making a mark of herself, really believing her music and fame was real, and she was more than just a sex trophy for her teammate and owner. 

For not the first time recently, Kai’sa considered dropping Ahri and Evelynn entirely. They were expensive and offered very little. Still, she had to find a way to recuperate her investment, someone willing to pay to take them off her hands. So in the meantime, she’d continue dumping her balls inside them whenever Akali wasn’t available, waiting for her eventual opportunity. 

An opportunity did come, eventually, as the group was offered a booking for a private show on a Noxian military base by the Grand General Swain himself. Apparently the general wasn’t a fan, being a boomer that preferred the dated metal tracks of Pentakill, but maybe he asked his grand-kids what was ‘lit’ these days while they were over fixing his internet. Either way, a deal was quickly reached between the military’s outreach department and her management staff. It paid out very well, but that wasn’t what had interested Kai’sa. She had her own agenda. A few more private communications between her and Swain personally and a second, secret agreement was reached. A much more lucrative one too, for both parties involved.

And so after their concert ended, Kai’sa led Ahri down the venue hall, which was really just an army barracks, dull and spartan as Noxian military architecture usually was. 

“A meet-and-greet? Why are we going without Akali and Eve?” Ahri asked, completely oblivious to the deal that had already transpired behind her back.

“Oh, they’ll get their turn,” Kai’sa couldn’t help but smirk, finally getting rid of the dead weights from the team, for a very handsome price no less. “I guess they just like you more.”

Ahri smiled widely at the compliment before taking a deep breath, getting into character. She flung open the doors to the meeting room and strutted in, radiating gorgeous sex appeal, perfect for selling autographed memorabilia and good pictures to the press. It only took her two steps to realize the room was empty save for a small group of Noxian soldiers in various states of undress. She spun to face Kai’sa, panic in her eyes, only for her boss to spank her exaggeratedly on the ass and shove her into the assembled men’s waiting arms. 

“Go on, boys, but don’t break her too badly. Her contract is for a full year with you, so there’s no rush,” Kai’sa laughed as the men surrounded the much smaller Ahri, advancing with nothing but depraved intent in their eyes. “You’ll all get your turns with her. As many as you want.”

One man grabbed Ahri’s hair roughly, jerking her head back into his crotch while his other hand closed around her jaw, holding the mouth shut. He rubbed his cock, already out from his underwear against her face, before looking up at his satisfied-looking purple haired associate. “Thank you Mrs. Kai’sa!” he called out. “We’ll take good care of her.”

Kai’sa waved her hand flippantly as she backed out of the room. “Don’t thank me, thank your grand general Swain, he’s the one that made this possible for you. Have fun!” she blew them a kiss and closed the door behind her as she walked out.

The last Ahri saw of her teammate was her swaying rear as Kai’sa left her entirely at the mercy of these savage men. Tears ran down her eyes and her chest heaved as she realized what was happening. She could only attempt to scream in terror as large, rough hands groped every inch of her flawless skin. Her expensive clothes, complimenting her body and hugging her curves, leaving the perfect amount to the imagination was torn away, tatters of white, blue, and gold clothing hanging from her slender frame. Hands closed around her wrists, legs, and even her neck. More hands fondled her supple breasts roughly, tweaking the sensitive nipples on them, while others slapped her full buttocks hard, leaving stinging memories of where they struck her. Her face twisted in discomfort as every inch of her creamy skin was fondled and toyed with, so desperate for female flesh were men living on an army camp where the closest thing to a woman for miles was Chris from admin who’d lost his balls from an anal prolapse. That’s a real thing that happens, by the way, and it’s as horrifying as it sounds.

Back to reality, Ahri was barely cognizant of it all, still tired from a full concert earlier and shaken by Kai’sa’s betrayal. She got her bearings quite quickly however when the familiar sensation of male genitalia pressing against her. It had never been like this before though. Sex with Kai’sa, the old rich perverts, never was there a literal assortment of cocks just ready and waiting to sample her body. Never was it harsh and unrelenting, she’d been happy to perform for whoever could advance her career, but it was always her choice to weigh the costs and benefits. She’d never really had the chance to enjoy innocent sex with someone she’d loved, having always used her body as a bargaining tool and eventually everyone around her treated her as such. Regardless, never had she been sold like ... like a slave! But now that was her unfortunate reality.


Her first cock of the night shoved its way past her lips and straight into her mouth. Ahri choked loudly and gagged as its owner put his hands around her head and shoved himself deep into her throat, starting off her new job with a rough skullfucking. He started slow and deliberate, making sure to hilt himself all the way each time, balls slapping against her chin, cockhead scraping down her oesophagus remorselessly. Loud and wet choking noises escaped her throat as it was fucked, the thickest cock she’d ever swallowed, no contest, destroying her resistance completely. Streams of tears ran down her cheeks, recently applied makeup running already in dark streaks, Ahri already looked like a well-used street whore, and she’d barely even gotten started. 

“Mmm, that’s a good little cocksucker,” the man commented. “A mouth like this is for sucking dicks, not singing. Right?” he asked mockingly, looking down at her eyes shrouded in misery, wet gagging the only response she could physically muster. He laughed cruelly at her inability to respond and slapped her in the face, hard. She squeezed her eyes shut, tears flowing freely as she was ravaged. Her fox ears were pulled on, her human ears the same, her hair even more so, yanked and pulled every which way, sharp pains shooting down her scalp and the face. With a thick cock clogging up her throat and musky scent of precum in her nostrils, Ahri began getting wet. No matter how much she cursed her own lack of self-control, there was nothing she could do. Her body realized what was happening, she was about to be fucked and likely bred by young, virile studs, and her body welcomed it, lubing up her entrance in anticipation. The men noticed quickly, mocking her as they toyed with her moist hole, sliding fingers roughly around her clit, making no effort to please her but instead to humiliate her. 

Even in the face of such humiliation, Ahri realized it was going to get worse. Much worse. Another pair of hands roughly grabbed her by the hips and pulled her backwards, until she shifted from her original kneeling position into one where her legs were straight but she was bent over sharply, naked fat ass thrust out, glistening holes begging for cock while the first man kept hands around her head and neck, unwilling to give up her face as a fucktoy. A second cock wormed its way into her, the thick log of hard meat shoving her sopping folds aside and gouging deep into her cunt, her arousal involuntary at being gang-raped by young soldiers, but her body was just begging for it. Her pussy squelched with wetness at being so roughly fucked and the soldier bucking his hips hard, driving his entire considerable length deep into her. Ahri’s entire body rippled at such rough treatment, the much larger men imposing their wills on the smaller woman, her limbs weak and unable to resist as she was fucked deep from both ends. Her cunt was dripping now, juices slickening her hole and giving the man easy access into her love.

“Fuck, she’s a waterfall down here!” the soldier fucking her cunt exclaimed.

“How slutty is this bitch?” came another voice.

“She’ll be begging on her hands and knees for our dicks in no time!”

Ahri cried silently at such degradation, but couldn’t help herself as she came hard, limbs stiffening and head in a daze as the big cock plugging up her pussy brought her to involuntary orgasm. The disgusting insults and vapid misogyny only spurred her deprivation harder, she wanted these men to ridicule her, to humiliate her. She capitulated to the soldiers emotionally, now she only wanted to be shown her place physically, to be beaten stupid, treated like a subhuman piece of meat. Luckily for her, the men were more than willing to do just that. The harsh rhythm they imposed on her body was accented with occasional insults and epithets, degrading her exactly the way her lust-drunk mind wanted. They fucked her harder, her entire body quaking and quivering from the abuse, helped out by the others slapping and groping every inch of her perfect body wherever they saw fit.

And where they saw turned out to be her final unused hole, as she soon felt more meat pressing against her vise-tight asshole. Now panic began set in, she’d never done anal before! Nevermind being double or triple-penetrated, Ahri screwed her eyes shut in pain as her rear entrance was split open by another huge cock. 

FUCK! She screamed mentally. How can they all be so BIG?!

Regardless of her feelings on the matter, the cocks inside her pussy and asshole began pumping in and out, out of sync with each other, each set of thrusts sending her mind careening in overwhelming pleasure. Sometimes the cocks synced up, grinding the thin membrane of flesh between the channels, other times one entered as the othre left, always keeping her rear end full of hot, throbbing cock and never leaving her empty for more than a split second at a time. The white-hot agony of being fucked in the ass hard without her consent was overwhelming on its own, combined with the vicious cunt-fucking she was taking at the same time and her vision swam, her head light and almost dazed, though that could have been from the oxygen-deprivating throatfuck she was still being forced to endure. The man raping her face wasn’t giving her a chance to gather her thoughts and didn’t seem all to concerned whether Ahri could breathe. As her head clouded even more, the pain in her ass dulled and tingles of pleasure from her behind began to spark up. A natural whore and gangbang slut, Ahri began deriving mind-blanking pleasure from the double penetration and began backing her hips into her assailants, silently urging them to plow her harder and deeper.

“Fuck, been a while since I’ve had pussy this good,” the man grunted. He showed her his appreciation with a stinging slap to her backside. As she released a squeal of pleasure, muffled by the log in her mouth obviously, the man indulged her and continued spanking her, raining blows onto her backside until it was visibly red and throbbing from the torment. Ahri was their slut now, any pain they inflicted upon her sexy body would only make her wetter and want them more. “An ass like this was made to be spanked,” he leered, continuing to abuse her.

Ahri’s big, heavy tits bounced madly about from her body being rammed back and forth so roughly. Her back and neck was already coated with a thin sheen of sweat from the heat and pressure of being fucked from all angles as well as her own exertions, trying her best to please herself on the their cocks. This was what she wanted. Keeping herself exclusive to Kai’sa or boring, limp sex with some rich executives was something she had to do. But this, being roughly dicked down by a gang of young, virile soldiers, this was what she wanted more than anything. As she felt the last of her resistance crumbling away, she finally understood what it meant to get her brains fucked out. Her dignity, her beaming, self-appreciation messages to swarming fangirls was being gouged out of her by her holes. Her body shivered and her limbs quivered as thoughts of her loyal fans invaded her, naughty and depraved images of being gangbanged on stage, in front of stage lights and cameras, professing her love for big cocks and encouraging her teenage fans to partake as she did, it excited the natural-born slut to no end. 

Ahri was brought back to reality in characteristically rough fashion when the cocks inside her began twitching and unloading their backlog of semen deep into her receptacles. The cock violating her face pulled just far enough out of her throat to hose down the inside of her mouth instead, the salty, bitter taste filling her tongue and torrents of seed forcing her to swallow hard and fast, lest she choke on the concoction. That she did, tightly wrapping her fat, dick-sucking lips around the shaft and sucking the semen out of him with gusto, making big, exaggerated swallows as a true whore would do, drinking down his cum like it was the most delicious thing she’d ever tasted. Not much acting required, considering the headspace Ahri had found herself in, and as soon as he finished and pulled out of her mouth, she began begging for more. 

“YES!” she screamed, practically delirious already. “Cum inside me! Oh, oh, fill me up with your hot fucking cum! Put your babies inside me! It’s too goooood!”

“Hughhnn, this ass is so tight!” the man fucking her rear exclaimed. “F-fuck!”

With that, the two men climaxed, and Ahri shrieked as scalding hot semen filled her pussy and asshole. It practically splashed into her, painting her insides a thick, creamy white. Both cocks were nested deep inside her as they finished, depositing their load right into her thirsty womb and unprepared intestines. She wailed in mind-breaking pleasure as pump after pump of seed filled her holes to the brim. She’d never been creampied like this before, all of her previous ‘lovers’ on a good day could spill a pathetic amount of clear liquid, clearly lifeless and inert from age or drug abuse. The stuff filling her womb now, though, was downright virile. She could practically feel the semen swimming through her, looking to impregnate her fertile womb by force. Her asshole, not an organ designed for taking semen, still clogged and warm filled her with a delightful fullness, tingling in her butt and up her spine. Regardless of its unnaturalness, the anal creampie still felt amazing. 

Eager to get things moving, the men quickly pulled out after giving Ahri the last few drops of their precious seed and without their thick cocks plugging her holes airtight, globs of semen spilled out, dripping from her blown out pussy and asshole. 

Ahri laid on the cold floor, exhausted and mentally spent. Cooling cum leaked from her holes and pooled around her crotch, while her long, feline tongue lolled out of her mouth and drooled on the dirty floor. All the while though, she realized she wasn’t done yet. She was an army whore now, and there was still a room of hard cocks to service. That’s how she rationalized the aching desire in her loins, of course, unwilling to admit she was cum-drunk gangbang-addict that wouldn’t be satisfied until all her holes were filled with strangers’ cocks again and again. The soldiers weren’t going to let her off that easy, however.

“C’mon Ahri, are you done already?” they mocked. One set his cock just in inch out of reach of her tongue and laughed when she tilted her head and jutted her mouth forwards, trying her best desperately to get a taste. “Beg for it. Beg for me to yank on your ears and shove my cock down your throat.”

Ahri was too far gone to even think of resisting and crumbled before him immediately. “Please,” she whispered. “F-fuck my mouth. Pull my hair and slap me, j-just let me suck your cock! I want it s-HURLRKK!” 

“Now that’s a good bitch,” he grunted cruelly, giving Ahri what she desired. He grabbed fistfuls of her hair along with her soft fox ears and used them as handles to shunt his cock directly into her throat, pounding her oesophagus mercilessly. Her throat, having just recovered from the earlier beating, was once again being stretched as far wide as it could, its rough and tight texture making for a great makeshift fleshlight, the soft moans and harsh chokes slipping past her thick lips past the only signs that it belonged to a cognizant person. 

Meanwhile, the other men got to using the rest of Ahri’s voluptuous body. A respectable tits man straddled her chest and forced his cock between her fat milkers, squeezing her breasts together in amazing heat and softness, using her pillow-like chest to relieve himself. More men took their places at her rear and before long, cocks were once again pistoning in and out of her squelching cunt and puckered asshole. Finally, more men took her hands and guided them onto their dicks and with a little encouragement, she began clumsily jerking them off, a difficult task when her eyes were filled with a man’s crotch and all of her sense overwhelmed by the incredible fucking she was receiving from every conceivable direction. She hated how good it felt, how much her mind was blanking out thinking of nothing but more big cocks and hot cum. Looking around, she realized there were still so many men around, and the ones that’d already came didn’t look like they were finished just yet. She’d be here for hours at this rate, maybe an entire day or two just to clear out this room alone. 

Just the thought of hours more of this hot, twisted gangbang send Ahri into another blissful orgasm, her legs squeezing tight the man between them, entire body shaking, trying to released loud, slutty moans around the thick cock she was currently swallowing. It left her mentally a mess, head hazy and unclear, some senses exploding with sensations of cock and cum coating her, others going numb and dead entirely, overloaded with shocks of bliss. She’d succumbed like a thirsty whore, barely offering any pathetic resistance, her arousal and desire to be wrecked senseless clear as day to the men, and they were more than happy to oblige her. They didn’t care about her pleasures. It was just coincidence and bad porn-logic that a harsh, sloppy gangbang from every direction was the exact sort of sex Ahri loved, making her cum her brains out again and again wasn’t their intention. They certainly didn’t care about impregnating her either, the thought of her belly bulging with one of their bastards and cow-tits bursting with creamy milk certainly was certainly an appealing thought to some, a few men privately wishing they were the ones that would eventually knock up the communal cum-dump. 

To that end, cocks shot off occasionally without warning, splatters of warm jizz landing on her soft face, in her messy hair, on her gorgeous tits, inside her welcoming cunt and womb, dumping deep down her throat and into her belly, filling up her prim asshole. Sticky cum clung strands of hair to her clears, warm fluids ran down her back and sides, coating the surface of her butt, and even deposited between her toes. Her mind was completely numb now, filled with thoughts of dick and cum, just like her holes were filled with real dick and cum. She’d been mad at Kai’sa earlier, enraged at her betrayal for a moment, but now could think of nothing but an incredible life she’d have here with her new friends. These men didn’t complain like Kai’sa would when Ahri didn’t do something right, hell, they didn’t need her to do anything except lay there and moan occasionally. To them, a sexy, warm set of holes to dump their loads into was the perfect woman, so Ahri was happy to please.

“You’re really having the time of your life, huh?” the soldiers mocked her, thinking to drive her further into depravity.

“Oh, yes!” she replied eagerly, taking advantage of the few moments her mouth wasn’t full of cocks. “I such a fucking slut! I love your cocks! Keep going, I want to be fucked like this all night and day! I was built to be a dirty cumslut for you!”

“Are you sure?” they jeered. “It might be too late to back out soon...”

“Fuck me!” she affirmed. “I want those big, fucking cocks inside me! Oh, imagine pounding my brains out on stage, in front of my fans. Watching my mind being broken by your throbbing cocks, thousands of young women all dripping at the thought of being fucked like me!”

The men laughed at their mindbroken cumdumpster, so eager to degrade herself before them. Ahri was lifted onto the lap of another pair of men, and she braced herself for another incredible bit of being double penetrated. Instead, both of their cocks entered her pussy.

“AHHHH!” Ahri shrieked, feeling her cunt walls stretched so much further than she was used to. “S-STOP THAT! TH-THAT DOESN’T FITTTT!”

“What’s the matter, bitch? I thought you were a real whore?” one standing beside her taunted. “Either way, this is the easy part. Just wait ‘til we put two in your ass!” 

“NOOOO-HHRULRKKK!” she choked as the man had enough of her complaints and roughly gagged her with his cock. Tears ran down her face again as she was so roughly taken, the experience of being double-stuffed so new and fresh, it shocked her out of her cock-drunk stupor into a fresh hell of torment. Her tits bounced nicely as she was forced to ride the cocks, her twat gouged out be two thick shafts, humiliated once again as the men put her in her place. And plugged so utterly airtight, she resigned herself, realizing that a much worse fate was soon to be thrust upon her. Rather, thrust into her.

Which was exactly what happened when the two cocks filling Ahri’s sopping cunt were joined by another two pushing their way into her behind. Her eyes already screwed shut in pain and torment, the pain of being bent over and having four cocks filling her rear holes, pounding her senseless was almost mundane at this point. They’d never run out of ways to torture or humiliate her, she realized. The cruelty was just too much for her, five men plundered her holes without sparing a single fleeting thought to her feelings or desires. They’d fuck her, hard and uncaring, shoot a thick, gooey load into her before pulling out and allowing the next in line to repeat the process. It was almost routine, the sadistic pace of being brutally fucked and discarded and passed around like a piece of meat. 

But now, shamefully, Ahri’s lust was getting the better of her. She was starting to enjoy it. Her body was becoming accustomed to being double-fucked in both her holes, and the way the cocks could thrust into her out of sync with each other left her in a state of delirium, unpredictable and wild pleasures crashing through her core as any of the four cocks could jam into her holes just the right way, sending her crashing into another mind-ruining orgasm. And the men could easily tell her new change of heart, jeering at her depraved behaviour, cumming her brains out taking four cocks in her holes. Contrary to what she originally believed, she realized she was built for this. She was just a stupid piece of meat for men to enjoy, and if they wanted her two holes at a time, two to a hole, a dumb harlot like her was going to take it and enjoy it. She couldn’t figure out what sort of awkward position would allow four men access to her behind, what with her eyes being filled with the crotch of the man enjoying her throat, of course. But from the occasional grunts of no homo, bro coming from behind her, it was obvious they certainly weren’t comfortable. Indeed, double double-stuffing her behind was clearly not about taking her delicious body in the most pleasurable way possible, but more about breaking her mind and punishing her body.

Ahri stopped complaining, and when the man currently skullfucking her grunted and gave her another hot drink of jizz, she smiled and opened her mouth wide to accept another while forcing her own jaw as wide as possible, and her eyes lit up in blissful lust as two cocks jammed into her mouth. Pleasing six cocks with just her three holes was an incredible task, so Ahri was happy to more or less just lay there, the six large male soldiers fucking her able to easily manhandle her into whatever positions they wished. Dimly, she realized all the big hands that clasped around her arms, wrists, legs, and ankles could twist and mangle her into a ruined, unrecognizable heap if they wanted, or even if they merely accidentally spent too much force in different directions. But they were uncharacteristically gentle with how they treated her, physically anyway, realizing she was much more valuable to keep healthy in the long term. They couldn’t fuck her if she was sent to a hospital, after all. Apparently that didn’t apply to her holes though, as she couldn’t imagine being tight enough to please a single man with an average penis ever again. Which was alright, why would she ever need a single, average man when she had a building full of giant cocks all to herself right here?

That realized, she threw herself into her new life, choking and slobbering loudly enough to fill the room with her double blowjob noises, on top of wet slaps of flesh as she was roughly fucked times four from behind. Again, a rhythm was found, cocks unloading callously into her holes, sending her into mindbreaking orgasms as streaks of burning heat filled her insides, barely enough time to relax her spasming muscles before another throbbing hard cock took its place, pistoning in and out of her mercilessly. Load after load filled her. Many men in many gangbangs threatened to turn the object of their attention into a cumdumpster, but Ahri genuinely felt like one here, just a series of warm, wet, formerly-tight holes for the men to dump their loads into. When she got too full, which she frequently did, her slender body and supple frame hardly built for the ordeal befalling her, the men would occasionally pull out entirely, allowing a waterfall of jizz to pour out her gaping holes, emptying her best they could before getting back to fucking. Soon, the small puddles of discarded jizz under her turned into a pool, less and less clean land available. 

“Fuck, what a slut!” a man grunted, cumming into her throat.

“Hell, we’ve never had an army whore like this before.” his partner responded in kind, shooting his own load directly into her stomach and pulling out.

One vicious man in particular seeing Ahri’s mouth was now unoccupied, stepped full on in the cold cum puddle, thick gooey cum from a dozen different men sticking to the bottom of his bare foot. He laughed and raised his foot to Ahri’s face and without being prompted, she stuck out her tongue and lavished his rough foot with it. She slurped and licked, drinking down the globs rancid cum, just a mindless slut cleaning her master’s dirty foot with her mouth, panting in pleasure as she did so. So taken was she that she actually began sucking on his toes, casually participating in degeneracy she’d never have previously dreamed of. As it turned out, six cocks fucking her at the same time was great for not just loosening her holes, but also her mind. 

Her mind completely gone, no hint of the charming popstar left, entirely replaced by a mewing slut, her gaping holes begging for more cocks to wreck her, her unhinged mouth sucking on anything that would get near her, Ahri was unrecognizable. The fuckfest went on for hours, as promised, as she pleased the entire barracks block, six or more at a time, a warm cumrag passed from floor to floor, squad to squad, most of the men opting to take a few goes each. Unbeknownst to her, there was an order to such things as she started from the top floor, where the non-commissioned officers rooms were, as they had first crack while her body was relatively tight and fresh, before being passed down to the middling ranks, and finally, in the waning hours of dawn, completely rendered unconscious at this point, the new recruits were finishing up with their turn to fuck the newest warm body. Being the lowest in the hierarchy, they turned their nose up in disgust at the cum-ridden whore they were handed down, but didn’t complain as they used her. When she finally woke up, cold and alone in hallway, caked with a litre of dried cum in and around her, it was morning already.

Ahri’s fixed regiment for the next year of her life continued after she regained consciousness, dragging herself into a nearby bathroom to clean up. She’d be fed a meal to supplement whatever nutrients she couldn’t get from drinking copious amounts of semen, while one of Vladimir’s hemomancers repaired her body, fixing the scratches, bruises and such, as well as a black eye she didn’t remember getting. More importantly, he also repaired her blown out holes, tightening her pussy and asshole back into pure, unmarred vises so the men could enjoy her the following night as if she was a virgin again. Well, almost a virgin again. Being the first to sample freshly rejuvenated holes was one of the perks of the hemomancer’s position. Finally, one last spell to purge her womb, despite whatever weird fetishes may persist as a pregnant whore was simply a whore that couldn’t whore. 

Throughout it all, she never thought twice about her position. When time came again, she strutted back to the barracks entirely of her own volition, swinging the doors open to the NCO meeting room, ready and eager start it all again and service the assembled cocks waiting for her, all with a big, genuine smile on her face. 
