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“Rise and shine, Cupcake! I brought breakfast!” Vi placed the box of donuts on her desk and plopped down in the chair. “Even got your favorite, the cream-filled kind.” Not wanting to wait before digging in, she open the box, grabbed a large donut with pink frosting and sprinkles, and took a big chomp out of it. She chewed voraciously, gulping it down with a ravenous hunger then taking another bite. And all the while, the office remained oddly quiet. “Cupcake? Caitlyn?” muttered Vi with her mouth half-full. Even then it was well past the start of their shift, it became clear that Vi was the only one who had shown up to work that morning. “What the hell? That’s the third day in a row.”
Suddenly, the phone rang, and Vi picked it up without hesitation. “Sheriff’s office, Officer Vi speaking. What’s the nature of your emergency?” But there was only silence on the other end, and then a second later the phone rang again. Vi looked across the room to Caitlyn’s desk where a second line had been hooked up to a big red phone, and next to it was a nameplate that said in bold letters MAYOR. “Oh…”
The phone rang a third time. Then a fourth. Still, Vi waited and continued to look around the room, as if Caitlyn would suddenly materialize out of thin air and answer it. Due to certain “unprofessional conduct” in the past, Vi always avoided speaking directly with the mayor, but now Caitlyn wasn’t around to handle that part of the job. “Well alright then…” She got up and finally picked up the phone on its sixth ring. “Hello?”
The mayor’s voice came through immediately. “Is this Officer Violet?”
Vi had to bite back a groan. She hated that name, but neither was she about to correct the mayor of all people. “Yes, speaking,” she said through clenched teeth.
“I figured you might answer. I’ve been trying to get in touch with Officer Caitlyn for days now, to no avail. Do you know where she’s gone?”
“Cupc—I mean, Caitlyn is missing?” Vi looked around the room, now in a different light, trying to see if anything was amiss that she hadn’t noticed before. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, no signs of a struggle or anything critical missing. It was like Caitlyn had just got up, walked out, and never returned. “No, I just assumed she was out on assignment.”
“A three-day assignment?”
“Okay yeah, I guess that is a little weird.” Vi felt a bit caught out. Apparently her assumptions of Caitlyn’s capabilities had prevented her from thinking the worst. But now, Vi was faced with the very real possibility that her best friend could be in trouble. “When did you last hear from her?”
“Like I said, three days ago. There was a prison riot and I sent her in deal with it. When the riot stopped later that day, I assumed she had been successful and returned to work. But clearly that’s not the case.”
“Clearly… Uh, sir. What about the warden?”
“Well that’s what I’m calling you about. I spoke to the warden just a few minutes ago, and he said there was the possibility of another riot breaking out. He said the prisoners were organized, and their leader wanted to talk to you.”
Vi narrowed her eyes. “Me?”
“Yes. He said the prisoners would only negotiate with you. And before I could ask further about Sheriff Caitlyn, the line cut off.”
“Well now, that’s not suspicious at all.” Vi glanced over at her hextech gauntlets resting up against her desk. That prison was the last place in the world Vi wanted to be. After spending nearly seven years locked away in that hellhole, the thought of returning chilled her to the bone. But if Caitlyn was in danger then Vi knew she couldn’t afford to waste another second twiddling her thumbs. After all, it’s what Caitlyn would do if the situation were reversed. “Don’t worry,” she said to the mayor. “I’ll get to the bottom of this.”
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Two hours later, Vi came strutting into the prison like she owned the place. Even though the Piltover’s sheriff department had no direct jurisdiction over the complex, none of the guards dared stop her as she marched right past several checkpoints – not with those boulder-crushing gauntlets wrapped around her fists. But when Vi reached the central concourse, she found most of the guards rushing around in a panic as they hurried to set up barricades at the hallways leading into the cell blocks. “What the hell is going on here?” shouted Vi.
At that moment, the warden ran up to her amid the commotion. “Ah, Officer Vi! So glad you’re here. You see, I was just about to call –”
“Shut up,” she said sternly, holding up a power-gloved palm to his face. Though it had been many years since Vi was locked up in this prison, the warden had never changed in all that time. Even on a good day, his corrupt administration was no better than the animals they tried to cage. Vi had never forgotten, and she certainly had no obligation to forgive. “Where’s Caitlyn?”
“W-well, you see,” he stammered. “She arrived a few days ago to deal with the previous riot, but then she never returned after meeting with the prisoners. The riot stopped so… Well, everything returned to normal.”
“And you didn’t bother to go looking for her?” snarled the pink-haired enforcer.
“Ah… Y-yes, of course we considered it, but the prisoners threatened to rebel again if my men went into the living quarters. And well… Things were just so peaceful, and I didn’t want –”
Vi clenched her fists and very nearly slugged the warden across the face, which likely would have decapitated him instantly. But the slightest iota of professionalism held her back. “I’ll handle it. Get in touch with the mayor and tell him I’m going in.” She didn’t wait for a response and headed further into the prison.
Once she went far enough to lose sight of the guards, that’s when Vi started to encounter the prisoners. They were each armed with crude rudimentary weapons – broken pipes or wrenches or makeshift shivs – but none of them dared attack Vi. If anything, it seemed like they were expecting her with the way they nodded solemnly in her direction. And it didn’t hurt that a few of the lifers recognized Vi from her time locked up with them.
Then one of the prisoners approached her. “Ah, yer here. Da boss wants ta see ya. Follow me.” He led Vi deeper into the facility, through the mess hall, and into one of the recreation rooms filled with pool tables and sofas. He left her there alone to go fetch ‘the boss,’ and Vi only had to wait a few minutes for him to show up.
Vi really wasn’t sure who to expect. As an ex-con herself, she was familiar with most of the men and women locked away in here – either having worked with them before or having put them behind bars herself – but this ‘boss’ was someone she had never seen before. He certainly looked like a man who thrived in prison. From head to toe, his body seemed to be 99% muscle, with biceps bigger than his skull. Tattoos covered his dark skin, but they were outnumbered by the collection of scars he had collected during his career of crime. Yet when he spoke, his voice was smooth as caramel, and it was clear he possessed incredible charisma. “Hello, Miss Vi. We’ve been expecting you.”
“I bet,” she said with a sneer. “And you are?”
He bowed his head, though it felt more mockful than respectful. “You can call me Rocko. The boys ‘round here call me the boss, but that’s just a formality.”
Vi rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Look, I don’t give a shit what you’re doing in here. That’s the warden’s problem. I’m just here to get Caitlyn.” She pounded her fists together, and the room filled with a threatening CLANG. “And I’m not leaving without her.”
He held up his hands. “Of course, of course. I can only imagine how worried you must be about your partner. Rest assure, she’s in very, very good hands,” he said, grinning ear to ear.
His smugness nearly made Vi charge forward and uppercut him through the ceiling, but even she knew that’d be a bad idea. The prisoners were poorly armed, but they had numbers. Vi estimated she could pound them into paste without breaking a sweat, but unless she knew Caitlyn’s exact whereabouts, she’d have to fight through the entire population alone. Not the best odds. However, the fact they hadn’t jumped her yet meant they weren’t interested in bloodshed either. “Cut the shit,” she said. “How do I even know you have Caitlyn? Far as I know, she could be on the other side of the city.”
“I figured you’d be skeptical.” Rocko nodded to an associate, who went outside the door and returned a few seconds later with a familiar item. “I’m sure you recognize this.”
It was Caitlyn’s top hat! Certainly an odd choice of attire for a sheriff, but Vi recognized it anywhere. “How’d you get that?” she snarled.
“I’m sure you know how.”
So it was true, they had captured Caitlyn. “I want to see her.”
“I’m afraid she’s a bit preoccupied right now. See, my boys get pretty cold in those dark prison cells. So our friendly sheriff, hehe, ‘volunteered’ to keep them warm. Or at least keep the parts between their legs warm.”
Her temper flared, and Vi lunged at him, her fist raised. “You bastard!”
Rocko waggled his finger. “Uh, uh, uh. As much we all enjoy our new toy, something unfortunate might happened to her if negotiations were to break down.”
“…Fine.” Vi lowered her hand. “What do you want?”
“Only a fair exchange. Though we’ve had a lot of fun with the sheriff, she was easy prey. Soft, high class, easily broken. My boys deserve a better challenge; they deserve the enforcer herself.” As Rocko spoke, several unarmed prisoners began to enter the room, though they maintained a safe distance from Vi. For now. “You agree to be our plaything for a night – just one night – and then you both can walk outta here.”
The proposal sickened Vi. Never in a million years would she ever agree to such a thing willingly, but this wasn’t about her. If it were just her life at stake, she’d tell him to shove it. For Caitlyn’s sake, Vi knew she had no choice. “Deal,” she said without hesitation. With a loud HISS, the hextech gauntlets unlocked and fell to the floor. “But no tricks.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” assured Rocko. Instantly, the prisoners closed in from every direction. “Let’s get started with an oral introduction.”
Again, Vi rolled her eyes but still sank down to her knees all the same. She certainly was no stranger to such a situation, having come from the streets of Zaun where such things were as commonplace as buying milk and bread. A diversity of cocks gathered in a circle around Vi’s face, and it almost felt like a homecoming. Spongy tips pushed in from all directions, poking her cheeks and lips, each one competing to see who could smear the most precum along her pretty face. And there was a lot of precum. The thin, runny fluid got everywhere on her skin and hair, and some even clumping in her eyelashes.
They were like a pack of ravenous animals. Vi certainly hadn’t expected them to go easy on her, but she thought there’d at least be a bit of order to this sordid business. ‘Is this what Caitlyn had to endure these last few days?’ Upon thinking of her best friend/co-worker/it’s complicated, Vi felt a pang of guilt. To think she was just lounging in the office and eating donuts all day while her friend was getting gangraped day and night. ‘No, I wouldn’t be doing this for just a friend. Caitlyn is more than that, right? She’s my… We’re…’
Vi was taken out of her thoughts by Rocko tapping his hefty cock against her forehead. “No time for daydreaming. It’s time to get sucking, princess,” he said. “Every second you waste here is another second my boys get to spend laying pipe with your cute sheriff friend.”
Vi glared up at him. “Don’t call me that.”
“What, ‘princess’? Alright then, what should we call you?” he asked with a grin. “Slut, whore, bitch, cocksucker, cumdump, fuckmeat, rapedoll? Doesn’t matter, all those are good with us.”
Again, Vi’s mind turned to Caitlyn and how she must have endured similar treatment. ‘I’m sorry… I should have been here sooner!’ “Just get this over with,” Vi said aloud. “Are we here to talk, or are we here to fuck?”
That earned a hearty laugh from everyone. “Alright then! You heard the lady, guys! Let’s remind our goodie two-shoes enforcer here how we do things in the pit!”
The air around Vi suddenly became much more dense with cocks. They were all packed in so tightly side-by-side that she couldn’t even see the room beyond. But through them all, Vi could still smell the omnipresent virility wafting off Rocko’s enormous black cock. It stood out from all the others, both in her mind and in her vision, as prisoners swarmed around her kneeling form. No matter how many dicks slapped her across the face and smeared precum across her pale skin with their tips, Vi could always see that black shaft out the corner of her eye, always there, always waiting.
However, Vi was forced to tear her eyes away when another prisoner grabbed her by the hair and jerked her head back, forcing her to look up at all the ugly faces staring down at her. “Fucking bitch-ass punk haircut. Why’s this shit gotta be so short!? What a pain in the ass! There’s hardly anything to grab.”
“Yeah, definitely not as nice as the sheriff’s. She’s got plenty to play with.”
“And softer too! Them high-class whores really know how to shampoo. Well, at least until we doused her with our own special blend!”
“Heh, you remember yesterday when you were pulling her hair while I hit it from behind? Bitch damn near lost her mind.”
Vi was seething. “Shut up,” she snarled.
“I think you’re the one that needs to be quiet.” After enough pushing and shoving, one man finally managed to line himself up perfectly with Vi’s lips. “Now open up and start earning your partner’s freedom.”
Given little choice, Vi obediently opened her mouth and let the first cock of the evening thrust into her mouth. Since one thug was already pulling her hair, this one instead grabbed the sides of her head, cupping Vi’s ears, and began to violently skullfuck the trapped enforcer. The prisoners cheered to the lurid sounds of her throat taking each brutal thrust of cockmeat – gluck-gluck-gluck-gluck. Tears fell freely from Vi’s eyes, and the first trails of runny mascara ran down her cheeks.
To her credit, Vi endured the savagery with as much dignity as she could muster, always fixing her gaze upward and glaring furiously at the brute, but that only seemed to turn him on even more as his cock throbbed and swelled in the warm confines of her throat. “Fucking A! It’s nice to have something tight again after we loosened up that sheriff cunt.” He wanted to take his time to enjoy her a bit more, but already his buddies were punching his shoulders to get on with it. “Alright, alright! Geez, I only just started!”
“You’ve had her for two minutes, now cum or get out the way!”
“Fine!” With no more time to spare, the prisoner slammed his groin against Vi’s face over and over, smearing the watery makeup even further, until finally the first few ropes shot out his tip. However, he only managed to fire a couple bursts down her throat before the other impatient prisoners shoved him back. His cock wrenched free of Vi’s mouth – escaping with a loud and wet pwah! – and the rest of his load shot all over her messy face.
Vi gasped and shut her eyes in a panic as the gooey lines smacked into her brow and dribbled down to coat her eyelashes, only to then have her head twisted to the side for the next dick to shove its way down her throat. The cock-stuffed pugilist could barely open just one eye to look up at the new man taking his pleasure with her mouth, but another cumshot from out of nowhere forced her to close it. Once again, her face was coated in a thick layer of hot jizz, and before that sticky shower even ended, another started from her right side. Vi gave a muffled groan as more and more prisoners jerked themselves off from every direction and treated her face as their dumping ground.
“Looking good.” Vi still couldn’t see anything with her eyes shut, but she could recognize Rocko’s voice. “Already starting to look like your partner. Alright, boys. The rest of you have your fun with her mouth. Then after that, go round up some others so we can get started on the rest of her holes.”
As the cock in her mouth started to cum and feed her another meal of protein, Vi could already feel more hands tugging at her hair, fighting over who would get to throatfuck her next. It was going to be a long night.
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Plap-plap-plap-plap.
“Mat-ing Press! Mat-ing Press! Mat-ing Press!”
The sounds of slapping flesh and mindless chanting filled the rec room. Prisoners from all over had gathered together to witness the first introduction of hot semen straight into the enforcer’s womb. Trapped beneath one of the more heavyset men in the cell block, Vi could just barely been seen except for a pair of legs sticking up in the air, bobbing and flailing to the frantic rhythm of his pounding hips. And if one listened closely enough, they could also hear her soft moaning beneath the chorus.
Fresh out of the blowbang, Vi’s face was still covered with gummy spunk kindly donated by over a dozen convicts. The crude white substance dripped everywhere, coating her eyelids, eyebrows, nose, chin, and of course the signature VI tattoo stamped on her left cheek. But that was the least of her concerns right now as Vi struggled to hold herself together from the brutal cockhead slamming her cervix. It was like some sort of crude wrestling match gone wrong, pinned down atop a pool table and using every ounce of willpower at her disposal to fight down the rising pleasure. The last thing Vi wanted to do was give these bastards the satisfaction of cumming on her first dick on the evening.
But her capitulation wasn’t necessary. Everyone gathered knew they had plenty of time to fully break the pink-haired punk. Right now, it was all about introducing her to the glory of taking hot loads, of which she’d be receiving for hours on end. The rotund prisoner lying atop her heaved and panted, getting the first good workout he’d had all month as he rutted his fat cock in and out of her tight pussy. “Oooh, you’re such a lucky girl,” he said with a toothy grin. “You get to bear my child first.”
“F-fat chance,” groaned Vi, trying her best not look at him. The rest of her clothes had since been torn away, and Vi could feel his greedy eyes staring at her breasts as they jiggled each time their hips bumped together.
“Feisty! Don’t worry, the other guys will get their chance to knock you up later. Plenty of time to get lots of kids outta ya while you’re being our permanent cumdump.”
“Not gonna – Ahh! – h-happen.” Vi still believed she could outlast these perverts. But she’d be chugging contraception potions by the gallon when she got back home, that’s for sure.
His thrusts were getting more insistent, and Vi could feel his shaft swelling inside her slick tunnel. “Guess we’ll find out. Now do your best to GET PREGNANT!” And with a great bellow, he pushed himself balls-deep and shot out great, thick spurts of cum into Vi’s cunt. She could feel every sticky rope with great disgust as they smacked against her fleshy inner walls, soaking inward in search of ripe eggs to seed. But, as a small consolation, at least she didn’t cum with him.
But when he pulled out and staggered away, leaving Vi to gasp for fresh air, she noticed another man quickly step forward. He lifted up her legs onto his shoulders and, without a single care about sloppy seconds, buried himself in her soiled pussy.
They were only just getting started.
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“Hey, bring that marker over here! I need to add myself to the total.” The prisoner took the black pen from his friend and, with his dick still dripping wet from Vi’s cunt, drew a line on her inner thigh, joining it with the other long line of tally marks that had been written previously. They had already run out of room on her stomach – with plenty of markings scrawled across her hard abs – and had since moved down to covering her legs.
But aside from the marks keeping track of how many loads Vi had taken, the prisoners had also taken great joy in writing other foul things on her body. Everything from cartoonish cock and ball drawings to degrading descriptions like “cumdump” and “rape-bitch.” Her breasts had circles drawn around her nipples along with instructions that read “bite me.” Which plenty of men did, as shown by how red and swollen they were. Not to mention the bite marks elsewhere on her tits.
“Hey, leave that here,” said another man, holding his hand out to take the marker before the previous holder walked away. “I’m about to bust too.” He took the marker in one hand and held Vi’s hair fisted in the other, holding her steady as he facefucked the weary police officer.
Behind Vi, another brute was thrusting into her ass while frequently raining punishing blows down upon the bouncing cheeks. Bright red handprints were nearly as permanent on her butt as the ink on her skin. “Yeah, me too. Same time?”
“Ha! If you can keep up!” Together, the two prisoners held Vi down and slam-fucked her as brutally as possible, filling the room with her muffled squeals of panic. For the last hour or so, Vi had been rather unresponsive to their taunts, but they had learned that fucking her as hard as possible always got a good reaction.
“Hey, someone get over here!” one of them called out. “We got a hole free, ya know!”
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Another hour later and still more prisoners were pouring into the room. Those that already had their fun with Vi went off to either catch some sleep or assume their posts at the barricades holding back the guards. But then a new batch of cons would rotate in, drawn by the sounds and smell of non-stop sex.
“Yeah, bitch! How do ya like two dicks at once? Pretty nice, right?”
Vi, sandwiched between two men as they railed her pussy and ass together, clenched her jaw. “I’ve – Ahh, ahh! – had better. And – Nnghh! – bigger too!”
“Cocky slut,” said the prisoner buried in her ass, and he gave her a slap across both cheeks for her impudence. “How many dicks have you taken by now? 80, 90, 100? And still think you’re hot shit.”
The prisoner on the other side, thrusting in her pussy, spoke up. “My bro used to be in here back when she was too. Used to say she always talked a big game.”
“Yeah, kid. I was there. Bitch always ran her mouth off, thought she was tough. Turns out, she’s nothing more than fuckmeat.”
“Sh-shut up,” growled Vi. Briefly, her eyes rolled back, but then she refocused and snapped out of it.
“Heh, see what I mean? Hey, I got an idea. Remember what Jimmy and Rocko did to the sheriff yesterday?”
“Oh yeah! You wanna try that?”
“Hell yeah, kid. Do it.”
The younger thug pulled his cock out of Vi’s sticky snatch and inched forward a bit to line his dick up with the one plugged into her ass. Instantly, Vi began to panic. “W-what are you doing back there?” She twisted her head but couldn’t get a good view. “Stop that!”
“Too late, bitch. You had your chance to play nice.” They spread her cheeks as wide as possible and then, in a joined thrust, pushed both cocks side-by-side up her asshole.
Vi’s voice rang out in an ear-shattering scream. “G-get out!! You fucking bastards, get them oooout!!”
“Ya hear that, kid? I think she likes it!”
“Hehe, yeah! Feels pretty nice too.” Together, the two convicts brutalized Vi’s tender anus, stretching it wider than anyone had ever done previously. As the dual shafts pistoned in and out of her, Vi was trapped in limbo between heaven and hell – pleasure and pain. Her entire body would shiver blissful then lock up in agony, the cycle repeating again and again, until finally in a single moment of ecstasy all her barriers came crashing down and Vi cried out her first orgasm.
The first threshold had finally been crossed, and they were starting to break her. Vi slumped forward, resting against the chest of her rapist, drooling incoherently as they continued to buttfuck her. Glassy-eyed, she stared off into the distance and, for the first time, realized that she might actually be in danger of losing. “I just need to hold on a bit longer… For Caitlyn…’
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“Keep bouncing, slut! I wanna see that ass twerk on my dick!”
“Move your tongue! Don’t make me do all the work, or you’ll be sorry.”
“And don’t stop moving your hands! My dick is getting cold already!”
Vi’s head was swimming with confusion and muddled pleasure as dicks swarmed her from all directions. Her pussy, ass, and mouth each had a thick cock shoved inside, while both hands were held by the wrists and forced to jerk off another pair. And still she could feel more smacking against her tits, rubbing against her stomach, and poking against her back. It was never-ending.
“Come on, move faster! It’ll take ages for me to get off at this point.”
“Getting bored back here. Maybe I should leave and go see if the sheriff isn’t busy instead!”
Groaning pathetically, Vi forced her exhausted body to move. Every muscle ached and tingled from the continuous onslaught of orgasms she had been forced to endure, and by now most of the cum on her skin had dried into a hard crust with a fresh wet layer on top. She felt dirty, soiled, and tired, but there was no reprieve. No rest.
“I’m serious, you better quit slacking or else – Huh? Is this bitch seriously cumming again?”
“Yeah she is! Look at those eyes cross. Stupid cock-drunk whore.”
Vi couldn’t deny it. The stimulation from all angles had pushed her into another wicked climax, and her body shuddered in the middle of their messy gangbang.
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The first rays of a new day were beginning to shine through the windows, and the room had mostly emptied out. There were still a few prisoners lounging around, drinking water and attempting to recuperate before going back for their third or fourth round with Vi, but otherwise most of the prison had returned to a state of normalcy. Or as normal as could be in the midst of a riot.
But there was still one man who had yet to take a spin with Vi. And now that most of his men had been satisfied, Rocko lifted Vi off the ground with his hulking physique and twisted her legs up in a pretzel. With his hands locked behind her head, he was ready to show Vi why all the prisoners respected his authority with a brutal full nelson. “Hope you’re ready, girlie. This one is your partner’s favorite.”
Though every inch of her body felt weak, there was still plenty of spirit left in Vi. “Ha… Do your worst. I can take – Eehhh!” Rocko dropped Vi down on the full length of his cock, and his girth pushed in so deep that an imprint bulged out through her abs. Instantly, Vi locked up, hands curling into fists, and her tongue stuck out as she howled in raw pleasure. “Ooooaghh!”
Rocko laughed in her ear. “Heh, thought you were ready, eh? My men might have softened you up, but nothing can prepare you for this dick.” He started to bounce her in his grip, using the force of gravity to aid him in pumping his big black cock in and out of her drooling cunt. Fluids from her own cunt and countless loads sprinkled onto the floor, forced out by the pressure of more dick than she was ever built to handle. Already, Vi screamed aloud her next orgasm.
‘Just… gotta outlast this thug… Then Caitlyn will be safe… And we can go home…’ But it was getting harder and harder for Vi to hold herself together in such a punishing position. Her body, already weakened from the marathon gangbang, easily accepted his cock, and her hard muscles were utterly useless while held completely off the ground, leaving her limp as a doll in his grasp. Never before had Vi felt so helpless. “No!” she said aloud as her mind push past the pleasure. “It won’t end like this! I won’t let it!”
Though Rocko was clearly disappointed, he wasn’t entirely beaten yet either. “Hm, you’re tougher than I thought. Maybe my cock won’t beat you… But I know something that might. Bring her in!”
Vi was too busy trying to force down another rising climax to notice what his men were doing, until one got close enough that she could tell he was holding a leash in his hand. Then her gaze trailed downward, and at the end of that leash was a collar wrapped around someone’s neck. “C-Caitlyn?”
The sheriff of Piltover had been walked into the room on all fours like a dog, and she was completely nude save for the collar and a few jeweled accessories that had been pierced through her nipples. Her blue hair, once so glossy and silky, had been stained and matted by countless loads of cum as well as tangled from all the men constantly pulling on it. And her eyes, once filled with convictions for law and order, were hazy and unfocused, constantly flicking around the room as if Caitlyn didn’t know where she was.
“Caitlyn! It… It’s me, Vi! Don’t you recognize me?”
Suddenly, Caitlyn looked up, and her eyes went wide. “Oh! I was wondering where you’ve been… I’ve missed you so much, my love.”
“Love?” Vi was taken aback at this sudden confession. “R-really?! I’ve missed you too! I came all this way to rescue you and…”
But then Caitlyn crawled forward, and Vi realized she wasn’t talking to her. “I’ve missed you so much,” she cooed, leaning in close to Rocko’s black balls and planting a wet kiss on them.
“No…” Vi watched helplessly as her partner lavished the man’s nuts with a flurry of kisses and licks, worshipping him as her new master. ‘I’m too late… I failed. They already broke Caitlyn and now… We’re never getting out of here.’ Such a realization shattered Vi’s confidence. She once thought nothing could wear down Caitlyn. The sort of poise and grace she always carried as sheriff, along with her tough no-nonsense approach to crime, made her a paragon in Vi’s eyes.
But now… All that was gone. Stripped away. And in its place, these thugs had left only a thirsty cockslut. Caitlyn was a shell of her former self, and if she could be broken then what hope did Vi have? ‘I’m nothing without her… But at least here… We can finally be together.’
Rocko’s black cock slammed deep inside her cunt, and the final spark in Vi’s head was snuffed out as she came her brains out. “Haaauuhh! I… I can’t… Caitlyn, I’m soooohhhreeeyyy!!” Her body, still locked up in the full nelson, twitched and jerked as her pussy squeezed around Rocko’s dick. And then, to fully complete her fall, he came inside her.
Cumshot after cumshot rocketed upward into Vi’s womb, further inundating the pool of random men’s DNA that was already churning inside. And once she was filled to the brim, the rest gushed out of her cunt. One of the nearby prisoners brought over Caitlyn’s top hat and set it down underneath Vi, allowing the waterfall of mixed cum to spill inside. Caitlyn continued to slobber on Rocko’s balls as they knocked up her friend, but upon smelling the scent of fresh cum, she immediately broke away and dived face-first into the sludge with a happy squeal. She managed to drink nearly half the contents before some men had to forcefully pull her away.
“Save some for your partner,” laughed one of convicts.
It was like a light had switched on in Caitlyn’s head. “Oh… Yes! Share!” She grabbed the hat and stood up to finally look at Vi face-to-face. “You’re so lucky,” whispered Caitlyn as she turned the hat back right-side up and planted it atop Vi’s head. “We get to share!”
All at once, the cum that had accumulated inside spilled down over Vi’s head, coating her hair and face, dripping down her collarbone and breasts. The feel, the smell, the taste of so much cum finally shredded the last of her sanity, and Vi whimpered in broken defeat. “Cum…” she whined as her tongue rolled out to lick up as much of it as she could. “So much cum…”
“And there’s more where that came from,” giggled Caitlyn. Then she leaned in and kissed Vi, lingering just long enough to taste the warm cum on her lips before diving in for more with her tongue. The two girls made out sloppily, their wet tongues entwining and tasting the flavor of each other, all while oblivious to the grinning men approaching them with hard cocks in-hand.
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Order returned quickly to the prison. In exchange for keeping their new pets, the prisoners agreed to pull back and allow the guards to retake the complex. The warden didn’t bother asking questions. For him and the other corrupt guards on his payroll, it was enough just to keep the prisoners in line, no matter the cost. The convicts even handed over Vi’s hextech gauntlets as a gesture of good will – she certainly wouldn’t need them anymore. And on the outside, even though Piltover lost its sheriff and best enforcer, the mayor had no problem finding replacements.
And so, several months later, most people had forgotten all about the riot. And deep within the complex, two cocksleeves continue their duties with great eagerness. The sounds of joyous moans and cries of bliss could be heard echoing in the furthest reaches of the cell block. And in their new home Caitlyn and Vi could frequently be found together while complete strangers fucked them from behind. Their fat tits – swollen with milk – and large bellies – swollen with children – pressed together as they stared lovingly into each other’s eyes.
“You look – Aah-ah! – so beautiful,” moaned Caitlyn as she leaned in and licked the fresh cum off Vi’s face, which had been left behind by their last visitors.
“So do – Oooh! – you,” replied Vi, her own tongue coming out to play. The two cumslut cleaned each other’s faces in broken ecstasy, caring for nothing beyond the walls of their cell or the cocks stretching out their pussies as long as they were finally together again.