Chapter 1 - 1

Sweat dripped down her forehead and her glistening skin, chest heaving with exertion. Riven held her broken blade with two hands, the tip jittering, menacing any Noxian soldiers who came near. Her simple cloth outfit was ripped in a dozen places, although what armor she did wear was still in place. She panted, holding the runic sword before her, grabbing a dangling section of fabric and throwing it over her shoulder, mopping up the sweat.
 
The Ionian sun in the summer was pitilessly hot. Riven had grown up in Noxus, which was volcanically active in places, but mostly temperate. The wicked summer heat was pounding down on her, and the sweat of combat was making her vision bleary. Riven had adopted the Ionian garb, monk-like, with loose clothing that let her skin breathe. She was of average height at 5'5'', with a magnificently-feminine form: She was as strong as an ox, but her muscles didn't show, only the tightness of her bronzed skin over her muscles gave a hint to the rippling power (and the massive sword was a good hint too). She was in the prime of youth, despite her silver hair and reddish eyes, perky c-cups adorning her chest. Her legs were long and smooth, her hips and thighs slender and understated. Living in Ionia for so long, a monk's diet had rendered her with very low body fat.
 
But now she was wishing she hadn't neglected her training. Her lungs ached as she swung violently, out of practice and unable to summon the skill she possessed in the Crimson Elite. Her sword-strikes were clumsy and she put herself off balance every time she attacked. She served in their army for five years: Noxian soldiers knew exactly what kind of attacks she'd throw out. So she stayed defensive, simultaneously blocking the attacks of the five Noxian soldiers, feeling very happy that her sword was so ludicrously broad that it was useful as a shield. She closed her eyes and concentrated, reaching deep inside herself and grabbing hold of the ki she used to cast. Wind, give me strength.
 
The sword lit up green as ki surged through the runes. The sword began to grow, as five disjointed pieces appeared in their rightful place and sealed together with a flash of green, forming her massive two-hander for the first time in months. But the flow of ki was interrupted by fear, and in a moment the sword fell apart, the runes glowing feebly above her hands. "Damn it!" she cried, feeling her ki begin to destabilize, and she released it before it could harm her. What started as an eruption of energy fizzled out into a terrific lightshow that did little more than briefly blind the soldiers.
 
"She's weak, get her now!" the commander snarled.
 
And then they were upon her, and she fell to the ground, kicking and punching. She screamed as they wrenched the blade away from her fingers, stealing her last defence. She felt one of them tearing her outfit, and then he wrapped the cloth around her face, plunging her into darkness. They punched her face, and she felt her nose break, heard it with a wet crack, as pain lit up like lightning over her face. Someone kicked her over, onto her stomach, and two of them grabbed her arms and twisted them behind her back, clapping heavy iron manacles over her wrists. 
 
"This should prove it to Swain," said an officer, clearly out of breath from the fight but trying to remain composed. "We'll be rewarded beyond our wildest dreams! Riven, the Exile herself!"
 
* * *
 
Thirty miles away, the Noxian army was overcoming another one of their threats.
 
Master Yi flew from soldier to soldier, a green streak of lightning leaping through the battlefield. His ordinary calm was shattered by the devastation as curls of smoke rose high into the air, spiralling from the ashen remains of his village. Anger blinded him, and he struck through a fog of tears that left him open.
 
Darius' massive axe swung at his core, hitting home with a wet thunk. Yi tumbled to the ground, blood spilling from his gut, and he dropped his sword to cover the wound with his hands. Darius seemed to grow stronger from the excellent strike. "Get over here!" he shouted, wrapping the spike of his axe around Yi's collar and pulling him to his feet. He tore the man straight into the grip of his other hand, clenching his fingers around Yi's throat, throttling him, slowly raising him above the ground, the Wuju Bladesman kicking and struggling for breath. 
 
"You will never win," Yi said, staring at Darius through the two remaining lenses of his glasses. 
 
"I already have," he said, before throwing Yi to the ground again, raising his axe high above his head, and bringing it down on the bladesman's neck.
 
Irelia cried out in a pained sob. It had taken more than a dozen warriors to bring her down, and together with Yi they had managed to cut down over a hundred of Noxus' best soldiers, their bodies cut in lethal strokes from Yi's sword, or filled with hundreds of Irelia's sparkling blade-shards. But in the end the numbers overwhelmed them, and Irelia was bound tight with ropes and chains, shackling her every possible movement. "Watch her," Darius growled, callously wiping Yi's blood from his axe with his thumb and forefinger. "She's not just a swordsman. She's a magician too. Tie those bonds tight so she can't cast any spells." Irelia gritted her teeth. She was just 18, even younger than Riven, and her body was even smaller and tighter, slipping into an almost robe-like set of coral-coloured armor.
 
* * *
 
Irelia and Riven were placed on the same prison transport cart. Riven nodded in faint greeting, while Irelia was completely bound head-to-toe, including a paper gag in her mouth that was taped in place, and tape over her eyes for good measure. She looked like nothing of her usual self, her ornamental armor scored by deep cuts and obscured by heavy Noxian ropes. Riven was bound as well, with several meters of tape tightly binding her wrists to her elbows, behind her back. She itched her cheek on the harsh metal bars of the transport. Her mouth, too, was full of cloth, and her teeth were sunk into a frayed rope tied tightly behind her head.
 
It took three weeks to get back to Noxus, but it didn't take very long for the soldiers to grow restless, and decided to vent their frustrations on the nubile young slaves. They were going to be sex slaves regardless, so why not break them in a little bit? With blindfolds on, Irelia and Riven didn't know where they were. There was just the squeal of the iron door on its hinges, then someone connected a leash to a collar around Riven's neck and gave it a firm tug. She got to her feet, but couldn't see. A harder tug. She fell forward, slamming her jaw into the hard floor of the truck. "Can't you put one foot in front of the other!?" one of the guards yelled, clearly impatient.
 
No. I've been sitting here for days. Everything hurts, and my muscles feel like they're dying, Riven thought to herself, unable to express it through the gag.
 
She managed to get onto all fours and crawl her way forward like a blind dog, despite the pain. If she stopped moving, there was another sharp jerk on the collar. The same thing was happening to Irelia, except that she was sobbing. Riven was 25, Irelia 18. She just didn't have the same experience with pain that Riven had. In short order, both girls were out of the cart, and the doors were closed up again.
 
"Okay, who's first?" someone said.
 
"I'm the CO. I'm first," a harsher voice said.
 
Along with the sound of unzipping came the complaint. "Aw, that's no fair. You always get the best stuff just because you're the boss." Then Riven felt someone settle in behind her and put his grubby hands on her ass. "Ugh!" she grunted, twisting away from it, but calloused fingers wrapped around her collar and tugged back on it hard. 
 
"If you fight it, I'll choke you," the CO explained. "Just sit there like a good doll and take it." Riven squirmed, and barely any of her mouselike noises made it through the gag. He tore her clothing with a great big rip, then tore her panties off, revealing her naked ass and pussy. Oh god, this is really happening, she thought, tears welling up in her eyes, as he pulled out his cock and pushed it into her.
 
Riven had never had anal sex before. Never felt her ass stretch open. Never even thought about it. But now there was a soldier's dirty cock stuffed up her asshole. Completely dry. The guy hissed in minor pain, but Riven screamed and screamed. "Iffuh, iffuh! P'wowt!" Riven pleaded, with her cheek pressed down hard into the dirt. 
 
"Don't worry, bitch. I won't get you pregnant. All the guys will make sure to use your backdoor so we don't ruin the sale value of a good slave like you." He slapped her ass and made it jiggle, and Riven heard the gathered soldiery laugh. Tears spilled down her cheeks. Her asshole felt like it was on fire. Then she felt him bump up against her. His bush tickled. His balls were sweaty and smelly. It was a war, after all. Baths were infrequent. His unwashed cock pounded away at her guts, and she bit down hard on the rope in her mouth, waiting out the pain. It didn't fade. She kept grunting, screaming, spitting; nothing helped. Felt like her asshole was being torn open. Felt something like blood trickle from her sphincter. She didn't know it was his precum, slowly lubing up his dirty cock. "Someone do something about her screaming," he ordered, pointing to the next lucky man who could take his turn.
 
"Yes sir!" he shouted, giddy, unzipping. He dropped his pants into the dirt and knelt in front of Riven's face. He took just a moment to tenderly caress her cheek, then dug his nails into the tape and ripped it off her face, cotton gag and all. Riven's screams came through clear now, and her mouth was wide open. "Bite me and I'll slit your throat," he warned. The commander gave him a warning look. Obviously he didn't have the authority to actually go through with it, but the CO was rewarded with a shiver that passed through Riven's entire body, and thus his cock.
 
She didn't even get out one sentence. "Fuck you and fuck y—" she managed, before another hot, dirty, sweaty cock ploughed into her mouth. Her first reaction was to pull back, and then thought about puking. It tasted horrible, like leather left out all day in the sun. "There we go. Put your mouth to better use," he laughed, grabbing a fistful of hair and tugging. This man was even more aggressive, pulling on her hair every time she pulled away, simultaneously pounding his cock into her mouth. His technique was flawed, and his cockhead ended up bulging out of her cheek. Then he found his bearings, and slammed himself balls-deep without a moment's pause.
 
She was nowhere near ready for this. Thankfully his dick was only 5 inches, and she didn't immediately vomit despite him punching her uvula with his shovel-shaped cockhead. Still, it was enough to reach into her throat, and she gagged horribly, tearing up again. She breathed hard through her nostrils, wanting to pant, but finding her mouth occupied. Thicker saliva and mucous from her throat were caught by that shovel, dredging it into her mouth every time he pulled his dick out. Before long her face was fully red, and then purple.
 
Irelia was having no better time. She was bound up way more seriously, and the soldiers couldn't really get the ropes off without some time. So they didn't, they just cut a hole between her legs and then suddenly there was a dick rubbing up against her asshole. "Mmmmg!" Irelia grunted, shifting herself slightly, trying to simply ignore it. Pretend it wasn't happening. Meditate. For three seconds, Irelia's spirit floated outside her body, free of anger, free of concern. But having her ass split open by a nice, fat, beefy dick yanked her quite convincingly back into her own body. She screamed. The size of his dick tore the skin, making her bleed. "Oh wow. It's like you're a virgin in your ass," the soldier said somewhat clumsily. Irelia groaned and tried to flip onto her back where her ass would be harder to get to, but he grabbed her legs and held her firmly in place, ploughing her asshole open. 
 
"Look, they're so cute together," someone taunted. Most of the soldiers weren't above jerking off to the sight. Just don't make eye contact with any of the other guys. One of them was really pent-up, and dropped his load straight away. Suddenly Irelia found little ropes of cocksnot plattering against her face. She opened her mouth in a furious gasp, but the tape kept her lips shut. She pushed her face into the dirt, trying to clean herself of the foul cum, but someone grabbed her throat and twisted her head upward, stuffing his dick into her mouth. She gagged. He took a handful of her gorgeous blue-black hair and pumped into her throat just once. She threw up all over him. Lucky for him, she hadn't been fed in days. A coarse brine filled her mouth, making his cockhole burn, and he raped her throat nice and hard in response, even pushing his balls into her mouth for a moment. They popped out straight away, but the strong taste of ballsack stayed on Irelia's tongue.
 
"Ooooohhh," the commander groaned, feeling Riven's ass tighten up. "Slut! You're clamping on me like a vice. Hurts so good," he giggled, leaning forward and wrapping his hands around her, cupping her naked chest, fondling those perky-as-fuck C-cups. Instinctively she pulled inwards, pushing her butt against his groin. That did it; he came suddenly, pouring a fresh batch of his little soldiers into her asshole. "Aaaaaarrgh Christ it hurts," he swore, sweat dripping down his forehead. Felt like he was tearing his foreskin off by fucking her so dryly. But he throbbed through the entire orgasm, dumping at least a pint of jizz into her virgin ass before pulling out. The CO spat on her before he left, and another soldier took his place. Sloppy seconds was just fine if it meant getting to blow off some steam.
 
Irelia's face was purple. She couldn't breathe a bit. The guy in her mouth was now just holding her down to his groin, deliberately choking her, enjoying the way her throat rippled on his cock. "That's it, you thirsty slut. Drink my jizz," he breathed, not even needing to pump in and out anymore. Her throat did all the work for him, and soon he was
 
"Hey, Commander," someone said. A new voice. "I gotta piss. You think we could…?" he said, cracking an evil grin.
 
"What a vile man you are," the CO laughed. "Sure, go ahead. Use these filthy sluts as urinals." He aimed a kick at Irelia's ribs. "A slave's price can triple if they're properly trained. We get to use and abuse them, then wipe away all the physical results with a couple of cheap health potions. Plus we get to beat the shit out of them if we feel like it."
 
Riven hiccupped in terror as she heard that. Surely… surely not. Nobody would be so barbaric. And they were going to beat her!? But as the guy in her mouth dumped his load and pulled out, that sloppy cock was quickly replaced by a new one. "Drink it all bitch, I want to hear you gulp."
 
In that moment, Riven decided she'd rather be dead. Hot, salty piss flooded her mouth, leaking out her lips and onto her chin. Fuck you. She wasn't going to swallow any of it. "Cunt," the soldier said bluntly, reaching down and pinching her nose closed. Riven shivered for a moment, completely cut off from air, and then she sucked deeply through her mouth, pulling his piss into her lungs. She started to shake violently, and he pulled away from her mouth. Riven knelt and puked urine, her throat and mouth scalding from the acids. He grabbed her head again and pushed his dick into her mouth, pissing more, filling it up until her cheeks were bulging. Riven's tear-filled eyes wavered, then finally closed, and with a pained expression on her face… Glp. Glp glp glk glp. She swallowed his piss, her ego shrinking to the size of a flea's dick. She could feel it burning as it went down her throat, and it agitated her stomach. Not the drink she would have chosen just after venting her guts.
 
Irelia, meanwhile, felt it in her asshole. The guy with the huge, beefy dick sighed as he vented his bladder, pissing in her asshole and flooding her colon with it. It was hot and uncomfortable, but not nearly as bad as Riven had it. Briefly Irelia hoped she'd never have to taste a man's piss, but realized that she hadn't even tasted a man's cock before today. She kept expecting the flow to stop, but it didn't. His bladder really was full, and enough of it got into her that she could feel it sloshing in her guts. Another guy hilted in her mouth, the third one so far, and she got a fresh example of the taste of musky, unwashed dick.
 
The girls were forced to suck and fuck at least a dozen cocks before things slowed down. Irelia even found herself pressed up against a female soldier's pussy at one point. She squirted in her mouth, and it tasted like piss. But Irelia, the Will of the Blades, never lost hope. That is, until a thick cock was stuffed in her mouth and she realized she'd tasted it before. Knew its shape, its texture. There was a guy she'd already serviced, back for more. In that moment her heart broke, and her fighting spirit left her. With lidded eyes she slowly serviced the recurring train of liquored-up soldiers, cock after cock leaving its taste in her mouth until it seemed that the flavor would never leave her tongue. She bobbed her head back and forth.
 
* * *
 
The Ionian slaves were marched through the streets of Noxus, naked and terrified. Only the females were captured; anticipating a high sale price. The male combatants of Ionia were executed on the spot. Darius marched at the front, clearing the way through the crowd with his imposing stride and heavy plate armor. Sion carried the rear, daring anyone to fall behind. Shouts and jeering were heaped upon the women from hundreds of bystanders. Civilians of Noxus, trained to smell fear, were getting a buffet of it from the prisoners.
 
Riven kept her head held high, but her expression was strained. Her grimace wasn’t fooling anyone. And, indeed, she felt queasy. Her breasts were naked, and her pussy too. She held one arm over her chest, but left her sex exposed.
 
Irelia couldn’t even open her eyes. Her head was hung, and she hid her face with locks of hair. She moved in short, jerking motions, tugged along by the iron collar around her throat.
 
Karma had joined the slave caravan later in the campaign, as the capital fell. She was wearing a ki-dampening choker, ensorcelled by Noxus’ greatest witches. Karma didn’t need weapons to kill, and this was the only way to disarm her for good.
 
Ahri was captured as the Noxian army swept into the jungles and forests of southern Ionia. She stayed with the slave caravan for several days, but she managed to charm a weak-willed soldier into letting her out. He was found slumped against a tree, drained of his seed and his soul. Ahri was recaptured, and executed immediately to avoid the risk of another breakout.
 
Soraka was nowhere to be found. Akali took her own life rather than be captured by Noxus. Xayah remains on the run, actively hunted. As for Syndra, the Noxian military respected her power, and made no aggressive moves towards the Celestial Fortress as of yet.
 
Only three slaves. It was a pretty pathetic haul, but the prices on Champions were excellent. The general Ionian slaves would be sold later: The show started with these three. They were marched into a stadium, onto a large stone stage and made to stand, naked and shivering. Irelia began to weep.
 
“Witness the strength of Noxus!” Darius roared, holding the heavy steel battleax above his head. The crowd exploded with excitement, and the noise made Sion’s ears ache. Once the women were firmly locked in place, he shuffled off, his task completed, to rest. People were already waving money at the stage. Darius was imposing, but not much of a showman. There could be no doubt that Draven would show up, and he did.
 
“Ladies…” he said soothingly, stepping onto the stage, his voice magically augmented for volume. “Aaaand gentlemen!” He threw his arms open and leaned back. His face was cut with a practiced sneer, and his outrageous mustache quivered with his effort. “Welcome to the first Ionian slave sale. I hope everyone’s ready for a good bit of fun today.” He walked over and spanked Karma’s huge ass for effect, and they cheered him. “Oh yeah, a good piece of dark meat here,” he crowed, making jerking-off motions over her back. She clenched her teeth and hissed in distaste. Being naked before him felt awful. 
 
“I’m afraid I have to interrupt the fun,” came a new voice from the back of the stage. Swain appeared in a cloud of red-eyed ravens which quickly perched along the rails and bannisters.
 
“Give it up for the Grand General!” Draven roared, pretending to hold a microphone despite the magic. Noxus roared back in salute.
 
“Karma is mine. I am the mastermind behind the invasion. As the spiritual leader of Ionia, Karma represents… a personal interest,” he uttered, sibilantly. He unlocked her from the pillory, and hauled her away with a single hand, red and glowing. Karma screamed where it touched her. “She will be taking care of me personally, and I’ll be judging the contest from here on out, although Draven will continue to be your glorious announcer,” he said. At that he made his way to an executive position, in a private box where he could watch the proceedings and make use of Karma at the same time.
 
“Just the two then, lads!” Draven called, throwing his hands out, gesturing to the two sweating women. Noxus was an area of volcanic activity after all, and it was roasting-hot downtown. Riven was biting her lip so hard it bled. The white scars over her womanly body, glistening with sweat, seemed to invite further injury: After all, she could take it. Draven pulled out a length of tanned leather and whipped her ass soundly, enough to make a loud crack echo through the stadium. Riven winced terribly, her brow creasing, her expression growing darker. “Oooh, that’s gotta hurt,” Draven laughed, whipping her again, three times up her back, not hard enough to injure her, but hard enough to sting. “Irelia here is much younger. I wonder how long she’ll last?”
 
“Please, god, no,” Irelia wept, taking a step forward, but the chains clanked and she remained right where she stood.
 
Draven whipped her face, and she pulled away screaming. “You speak out of turn. Bitches like you will only speak when spoken to.” 
 
Irelia was flatly terrified, and Riven wished she could comfort the poor, naked teenager; but she had her own problems to contend with. Gradually, a select few began to filter onto the stage, pinching and prodding, twisting her nipples and her clit, smelling her hair, sizing up the worth of the slave. Initial bids were cast. They were lowballing, naturally. But casting a bid was enough to earn a few lucky men the chance to test the slave more thoroughly. Riven was pushed down to her knees as a stranger fished out his cock and shoved it into her face. She rankled at the vile smell, and pulled away an inch, but he grabbed the back of her head and stuffed it into her mouth. “Aaaahh,” he said, satisfied, “I feel better already.” He grabbed her head with both hands and twisted her to face his groin, then started pounding her mouth. He grew hard in seconds, and then Riven was trying not to throw up as he pounded her gag reflex.
 
Irelia screamed as someone aligned his cock with her cleavage and started to rut. Strong hands held her steady, applying painful grips if she fought them, and soon Irelia was just sitting, waiting for it to be over. She looked down with disgust at the phallus poking up at her through her breasts. She had D-cups, enough that her supple titflesh could close overtop of the invading penis and provide it a more thorough massage. Someone shoved his cock in her mouth from the side and she squealed in surprise. The women had been raped more than a dozen times through the weeks as the slave caravan slowly made its way through Ionia, collecting its women and decapitating its men, but still Irelia wasn’t used to it. Ionia had taught her that sex was the result of love, and love could only come through intimacy. She didn’t even know the names of the strange men rubbing their cocks on her, one particularly possessed man even shoving his dick into her armpit and having a quick orgasm in the sweaty pit. Irelia felt she could scream for years and never stop, but her breath was stolen by the dicks in her mouth, on her face, between her chest.
 
“That’s right, black harlot,” Swain cooed, guiding Karma’s head up and down his twisted, veined cock. She glugged loudly as she tried not to swallow his sperm. It was hot and salty and foul, and she let it drool out between her dark lips. Swain gripped her neck with both hands, and the scalding feeling of his demon-arm lit up her flesh anew. “If you can find no use for your throat, I shall tear it out,” he hissed, and Karma hiccupped in terror. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she filled her mouth with his meat, and his hot cum (that she had spilled) trickled down her bulging throat. It was so thick as to be lumpy, and she could feel it jiggle as it slowly slid between her tits, dirtying her whole body. How many men had used her mouth in the last two weeks? Dozens. She would never admit it, but she’d become accustomed to the taste of cock, although the consistency of semen was enough to make her retch. Each man’s cock was a little different, but this one was objectively evil, and every part of her wanted it out of her. Except the fear that he probably would kill her for stepping out of line. Karma opened up her throat and took him down to the base, choking violently, as fresh tears spilled down her ebony cheeks. She pulled back, throatslime covering the latter half of his throbbing penis, and he hummed appraisingly before clasping the demon-hand against her head again. He didn’t even have to use force: Karma instinctively shied away from the burning sensation, roughly throating herself on his cock. “That’s a good girl,” he said, tutting. “Bad, bad Karma. How could you? Look how far you’ve fallen,” he said, reaching down and fingering her naked sex. The rough leather of his gloves made her jerk around slightly, squirming. “Ah. Sensitive, are you?” he whispered, thrusting his middle finger deep into her cunt, which clenched around it and noticeably moistened. He tutted again. “Ohh, bad, bad, bad Karma. You’re getting off on this,” he said, pressing his thumb against her clit, petting it softly. She still had his cock in her throat, unable to pull back for the scalding demon-hand. 
 
Riven was bought. Darius offered up 450,000 gold, and his battleax silenced any complaints of favoritism. The strong rule in Noxus, and money is simply a financial strength. It would take hours to load the almost half-a-million dollars worth of gold into the trade-carts, and Darius was determined to make every moment of it count.
 
“Climb up,” he said gruffly, staring at Riven, who was on her hands and knees. She was re-dressed in her bunny outfit, complete with the fake, stiff ears and tail. He spread his legs and let his cock hang out. It was stupidly-thick, with a single fat vein running down the top to the foreskin. Riven mumbled something as she slowly crawled into his lap, wrapping her long dancer’s-legs around his waist. She reached down and pulled his dick upwards, then let it fall, nudged against her cameltoe. “Hmmh,” he growled, his big, strong fingers tearing a hole in the outfit and exposing her cunt. Those same hands found her thighs, lifted her bodily, then stuffed his hardening prick into her tight, virgin hole. 
 
Darius knew quite well that the soldiers weren’t allowed to take the slaves vaginally. He had been craving Riven’s sex for weeks now. 
 
As the mammoth drilled inside her, Riven threw her head back and quivered, sweat dripping down her tits. Darius wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her forward, burying his face in her cleavage. His hot tongue lolled out, slurping the sweat from her bronzed skin as his dick continued to lengthen and harden inside her, stretching her out like no dick had before.
 
“Oh god. You’re huge,” she whimpered, touching her stomach. She could feel the bulge of it inside her, widening her tunnel, punching her womb.
 
“It’s not just the Hand of Noxus,” he said gruffly. “It’s the dick, too.” He was smirking. She squirmed as she felt his strong hands wrap around her thin waist and pull her down forcefully onto his dick, breaking her hymen. She screamed, tears spilling anew, from the pain of the broken virginity. A small amount of blood oozed out, and he wiped it away with his fingers. Without warning her, he started to fuck her, and despite the fact that he was sitting down he managed to plough Riven open with surprising strength, his fingers sinking into her bubbly ass, virtually cramming her downwards onto his prick as he thrust inside. 
 
“It hurts so much,” she whimpered, the bunny-ears wiggling with the effort of the mating. Darius grunted in response and gripped her harder, wrenching her thighs apart and letting his dick sink down to the hilt. Riven’s eyes were rolled back so far he could only see white, and her mouth hung open in a soundless cry of pain and pleasure. 
 
But… she couldn’t deny it felt good. She’d had a few boyfriends here and there. Even a girlfriend once. None of them were as big as Darius. None as strong. She quivered, even her powerful muscles failing her, and she sank into his embrace, panting hotly and resting her palms on his shoulders. “Oh god,” she moaned, and he reached up and grasped her chin between his thumb and finger, and kissed her hard on the mouth. His tongue was warm, slimy, unwanted, and she shied away from it, but he raped her mouth as hard as he raped her cunt, stretching it open with hot, unwashed warrior-dick. She moaned again as he hilted inside her, grinding her labia against his ballsack, splitting her in fucking half, and with no condom of course. An eerie calm came over her as she realized he was going to get her pregnant; if not today, then another day. She was born and raised in Noxus, and suddenly thought back to all the showmanship, all the propaganda. Everything she’d been taught for twenty years.
 
And Riven realized for the first time just how fucking huge he was. Not his dick (not specifically his dick…), but his body. His chest and stomach was a field of muscles. His arms were enormous, so much that he couldn’t wear armor there. She was utterly dwarfed by him, and it made something in her stomach flutter to realize it. Fuck, he could break me in half, she realized, and knew that she liked that feeling.
 
Darius said nothing, continuing to pump, but subconsciously he stopped holding her so hard, stopped forcing her to make the movements. Riven did it on her own. She moaned softly as she wiggled her hips, her wet pussy swallowing up every inch of his firm, masculine dick. It tickled her deep inside and she sighed in pleasure. It still hurt, but it felt amazing at the same time. “You… stud,” she whispered, and they kissed again, triggering Darius to cum. His fat cock punched her womb, spurting rope after rope of thick, heavy sperm. “I can feel it,” she moaned girlishly, and it was true: She could feel it sliding down her inner walls, just as more of it fountained upwards from his cock. A true creampie. 
 
“Call me it again,” Darius murmured, still with his arm wrapped around her waist, holding her against him.
 
“Stud,” she whispered, kissing his earlobe. 
 
 
* * *
 
Irelia lay sullenly on the floor. A bidding war had opened up on her, and she’d been sold at a stratospheric 2,155,500 gold. There were only two men who could afford to push that high: Twisted Fate, and Gangplank. Irelia had no idea who she preferred of the two, but it wasn’t her choice to make. Fate managed the final bid and Gangplank slunk away. Irelia was clapped in fresh chains and moved to his house.
 
It was a mansion, really. No surprise for a man who could blow two million gold on a single slave. He lay halfway-down on a suede couch, with one leg up on the cushion, gently flicking a blue card through his fingers. He was dressed snappily in his black finery, minus the jacket, which he discarded at the door. His clothing was mostly black, but with smart gold highlights. “You know there’s no reason you have to be upset about this,” Fate said, his eyebrow raised. “Someone was gonna buy you. I pretty much saved you from getting bought by that smelly pirate,” he said. His voice was deep and sharp, the way you’d imagine a rattlesnake talked.
 
Irelia just lay there, looking away from him. She was dressed in her League outfit once again. Ornate bone armor, pink and white. 
 
“Can’t you admit I did you a favor?” he said, leaning back on the couch.
 
Irelia huffed. She felt dirty. “If you really had my best interests in mind, you would take this collar off.” Of course she was still wearing the power-deprivation collar, so she couldn’t attack him.
 
“Little darlin’, I’d be happy to take that collar off if I had any guarantee you wouldn’t magic my silverware into a blade and cut my face off,” he said. 
 
“Since when do you deal in guarantees?” she said sourly. “You’re all about chance, right?”
 
“Fine then,” he said, withdrawing a D6 from his shirt pocket. “I roll this die. On a six, you stay with me and promise not to rip me a new one. One, two, three, four, or five? You go free. How does that sound?”
 
“Too good to be true,” she spat.
 
“Let’s see,” he said, throwing the die on the floor. It rolled on the carpet, and settled on a six. 
 
Irelia looked at the ivory. “Every side on the dice is a six,” she said.
 
“That’s the kind of chances I play with,” Fate said, sighing, taking his hat in his hands, and flinging it over onto the other couch. “The deck is always stacked in my favor. Now take off your top.”
 
Irelia shivered. What evils would she visit upon her if she refused? Slowly she reached behind her, and, staring darkly at him, unfastened it. The light bone-armor hit the ground with little more than a flop, and her juicy teenaged D-cups hung out. Fate had to stop himself from licking his lips. “Now come on up here,” he said, gently unfastening his zip.
 
Irelia managed to put her face near Fate’s groin. He left the two flaps of his pants slightly open, and gestured for her to continue. Haltingly, Irelia reached up and slid her fingers inside, fishing out his cock. It laid flaccidly against her hand, but twitching as it swelled, Fate continuing to fantasize about her breasts. “Suck it,” he said. He was circumcised, and Irelia pursed her lips at the sight of the reddish tip, so blatantly sat before her. 
 
She leaned in and kissed the tip dryly. This earned a throb from him, and so she kissed it again, a little further down. Before long she was kissing his balls, holding them with her fingers, playing with them softly. She didn’t know what the hell she was doing, but the noises coming from him… made her blush. She kissed his eggs again, more passionately this time, before sucking one of them into her mouth. Fate groaned and laid his hand on her head, curling his fingers around.
 
“I can’t do this,” she sobbed, pulling away. The last touch of her lips left his cock, and his mouth opened in a silent sigh of disappointment. 
 
“Darlin’, I paid a lot of money for you, and I intend to get my money back. If you can’t handle me, you’ll have to handle some of my boys, understand?”
 
“No,” she said. “Not really.”
 
* * *
 
Irelia found herself at the Bilgewater docks. Her hands were tied behind her, and her chest was still on display for everyone to see. The pirates were even less civil than the Noxians, and they hooted and cheered and cat-called when they felt like being nice; they grabbed at her tits when they weren’t. And the docks were the worst of all. The smell of brine made her turn up her nose, and the sheer saltiness made her pussy feel dry. Fate’s crew was loading up packages onto a large, solid-looking three-masted barque. She was ferried along by strong hands, and loaded onto the ship almost like a package herself: She was property, and they handled her roughly. 
 
Irelia found a corner to lie in while the preparations were made. At noon the ship launched, carried out to sea by the tide. The sailors leered at her, but none were confident enough to approach. They were huge men, strong and seaworthy, with golden teeth and unkempt beards. Irelia felt herself begin to shake as she realized she was going to be trapped here, with them, for weeks.
 
At dinner the captain took her into his room. She pulled away from him, and he slapped her. “Get on the bed,” he snarled, grabbing her armor and twisting her to the side. She fell to the meagre, flea-bitten sheets, and stared at him with a silent fury as he divested her of the rest of her clothing. The skin on his hands was coarse, and his movements were clumsy and excited. He fairly tore her clothing from her body and then pulled his pants to the ground, freeing his cock. “Oh god,” she squealed, seeing it. A wiry black bush atop a mammoth. He grabbed her hand and pressed her palm against his dick, then shoved it in her face, against her mouth. Irelia turned away and he slapped her again. His smelly dick forced its way into her mouth, against her tongue, and she tried to reject it. She bit down, and he beat her unconscious before having his way with her mouth and ass.
 
* * *
 
Riven struggled to keep pace with Darius. She was on all fours, with a collar around her neck, following him like a dog. She was completely naked except for the collar and a golden anal plug that was stretching her out. Her face flushed hot; everyone saw her nudity. It was a government meeting that Darius was expected to show up for. She hated trying to crawl along the hard marble floors, but eventually they got to his private box, high above the parliament. He sighed as he settled into the chair, and guided her to his cock.
 
Riven was well-used to serving him now. There wasn’t even a question. She opened her mouth and took him inside, moaning softly as his taste hit her tongue. She liked it. She looked up at him with glimmering eyes as she made out with his cockhead, covering the thing in her saliva. She fondled his balls with one hand and gently stroked the shaft with her other. Darius sighed in pleasure, and settled into the seat as Swain began to orate to the rest of the cabinet. 
 
Riven didn’t pay any attention. She spread her legs and touched herself slightly, feeling the fat anal plug press against her cheeks. Her fingers came back up wet, and she licked them off before taking his dick into her mouth again, shamelessly blowing him. At least nobody was watching now. She closed her eyes and moaned again as she wrapped her lips around the side, her tongue sliding out and applying spit to the underside. Darius shifted position, spreading his legs as his cock stood to attention, the most gorgeous cock Riven had ever laid eyes on. She pulled back his skin and started to smooch the head wetly, working her tongue around the bottom and making him hard in no time. She bobbed her head on his huge cock, gently licking the tip, enjoying the taste of his pre. 
 
She was completely at peace now. Riven had accepted her place as his slave.
 
She pulled his cock from her mouth with a pop, and snuggled her breasts around the sides, giving him a few smooth motions with her soft chest. They were just big enough to do a good job. She stuck out her tongue and made sure the tip of his dick was rubbing across it. “Unh,” he grunted, holding onto her shoulder. She was slim and feminine, and the silver hair obscuring her face gave her a certain mystery. She hummed again as she took him deeper, penetrating her throat, forcing a slight “Glurk!” from her. God, she thought, wiggling her head side to side, throating him deeply, all the way to the base. To think I ever didn’t love this. She hummed, vibrating her throat as it squeezed him tightly, wetly; it was difficult to pull herself back out with the suction. 
 
“Blaaaah,” she moaned, throatslop oozing from her lower lip. She stared, mesmerized, at Darius’ cock for a few moments before diving back in and swallowing it to the hilt.
 
“Your ass,” he said simply, squeezing her shoulder. 
 
“Yes, Master,” she said softly, turning around and wiggling her bubble butt. She reached back and popped out the plug, and her asshole twitched slightly without something to grab onto. She stood up, and sat down on his dick, inviting it inside, her own saliva providing enough lube for the job. It still hurt, and she whined in pain, tilting her head backwards, laying it on Darius’ shoulder. He closed his eyes and kissed her neck, holding her head back as she slowly his cock sank inch-by-inch into her asshole. Tears sprang to her eyes and his strong hands groped her chest, covering her C-cups completely. Feeling those strong hands made her wet, and she fingered herself slightly as she laid down on his lap, shivering. “H-how’s this?” she shuddered, his dick buried deep in her ass, in the sweltering heat and dank depths of her body.
 
“Perfect, my pet,” he said quietly. His hands, which had both been on her chest, split apart: One stayed where it was, squeezing and rolling her breasts, while the other sank to her groin, and in tandem motions with Riven they masturbated her until she came.
 
“Aaaah!” she squealed, her pussy clenching down, her asshole going crazy as well. She squirted a little, horny from being taken like a fucking animal in the middle of this public place. 
 
The plug went back in, keeping his cum sloshing around in her asshole. The lewd feeling gave her flushed cheeks, and she sat quietly pressed against his leg as he stroked her hair gently, possessively. A prideful smile crossed his face. What a fine slave she is.
 
* * *
 
Irelia was on the ship for three months. Her armor had been thrown overboard, while her pussy had been sealed closed with magic. Sex gave her no pleasure, and none of the greasy sailors could get her pregnant. She returned to Fate’s mansion tired and broken.
 
“Are you feeling more cooperative?” was the first thing he said. Perhaps it was shallow, but he’d paid more than two million gold for her after all. 
 
Irelia didn’t make a noise. She just shuffled to the couch where she had been before, and opened her mouth.
 
“Good girl,” he said pleasantly, and ordered another slave to fetch him some brandy. He settled into the couch with a satisfied smile on his face, and this time he didn’t have to give the order. Irelia took out his cock on her own and shoved it in her mouth without much passion. Fate’s expression fell: She hadn’t been trained, just broken. Still, a slave was a slave. He had her alternate between sucking him off, and rubbing her chest against his cock. Soon, her breasts were slippery, and he shoved his dick between them. Irelia’s face betrayed no emotion as she titfucked him distantly, her mind somewhere else. He pinched her cheek, and she came back to the present, sticking out her tongue in concentration as she wrapped her breasts around his meat. She used her hands to keep her tits pressed together, her saliva-greased cleavage the perfect place to slide it.
 
The slave brought the brandy, and this time Irelia got a good look at her. She was shocked to see Vayne, stripped completely naked, serving Fate the drink. The cardmaster tickled her chin and she hummed slightly before taking her leave. He took a swig, then offered it to Irelia. “I don’t drink,” she said flatly, and he laughed.
 
“You do now. Drink some of this, and don’t swallow.” He plugged her mouth with the neck of the bottle, and emptied some out. Her face crinkled up. It burned unpleasantly, but she didn’t swallow. Fate shoved his cock into her mouth, and his cock began to burn too. Well, he didn’t last long like that, and shot his load into her mouth after another twenty seconds of it. “Aahh. Nice,” he panted, not pulling out. “Now swallow,” and she did with some difficulty, taking the drink and his cum into her belly. “See? You can be good. I know I’ll get my money’s worth in time,” he said appraisingly, wiping his cock off on her face. Irelia moaned softly and rubbed her face into the dick, marking her with its scent. “Where did that come from?” he said, taken aback.
 
“It’s hard to fight it forever,” she said sadly, before pursing her lips and taking his dick into her mouth.
 
“No, no. Climb up, girl,” he said, patting his lap. And Irelia climbed onto him again. He rubbed his fingers against her pussy, and the seal dissolved like water. She herself grabbed his dick and pushed it inside her.
 
“Fu-huck,” she gasped, her expression growing weak. “I need this so bad,” she moaned, feverishly rubbing her clit as she took him deep. Fate simply laid back and allowed the slave-turned-slut the full range of motion. She spread her thighs and sat down on his lap, bringing him nearly to the base, close enough that he could feel his balls press against her wetness. He took her waist and slid her forward, pushing his face between her full breasts. His dick twitched and throbbed, spilling pre. 
 
“I agree,” he said breathlessly, putting his hands on her thighs and pumping into her cunt, his own cum spilling back out of her. They fucked, hot and heavy, for another five minutes while Fate rested his face between her tits. She was sweating by the end, moaning with every motion. She jumped up and down, taking him deep, feeling the tip press against her cervix. “I’m gonna cum,” he hissed, just a few seconds before he did. From his dick burst a dozen thick, creamy ropes of sperm, smearing all over her innermost walls. Ten minutes later, she was pregnant, although neither of them really knew it. 
 
“I’m still confused,” he said as she laid on his lap, panting against his throat.
 
“I’m eighteen years old,” she said, as if it was obvious. “I didn’t get to cum for three months. You have no idea how bad I needed that…” She laid for a moment, then realizing something, jerked upright. “S-so don’t expect this kind of treatment tomorrow!” she said unconvincingly, and he grinned.
 
 
 
 
 

 
 