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“Oh fuck! I-I can’t…Oh fuck!”
She cried out, breathless. Caitlyn shoved deeper and harder. A beautiful blonde young woman was lying on the bed, her wrists handcuffed to the metal railing on the headboard. Her thighs trembled as they struggled to keep her ass up high.
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“Are you really so pathetic that you’re giving up already?” She spanked her again.
“I’m sorry… Mistress…” She whimpered back as the Piltovan thrusted even harder, hitting all the right spots.
The poor girl was moaning non stop, crying and squirming all over the sheets. This was her sixth orgasm today. It was hard to tell because the two had been going at it for hours, with few breaks in between.
“What have I told you? Toys don’t talk. They are just there to be used. Do you understand? Or would you rather I shove the gag back in your mouth to make my message clear? Hmm?” Caitlyn leaned in closer, putting her weight on top of her, whispering with that powerful dominant tone, the one she knew would make the poor thing helplessly give in to her every desire.
“Yes, mistress,” she managed to blurt out almost as a sob. She sounded scared and desperate and like she was about to break down any minute. “P-Please use me however y-you want… F-Fuck me please, m-mistress,” She said, still trying to look into those fierce blue eyes that made her go mad with lust.
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“Much better,” Caitlyn smiled proudly. “I might consider keeping you around longer if you behave nicely. You’re not half bad at being my fucktoy after all.” She gave another sharp thrust, deep inside her.
Caitlyn grasped the whole length of her hair firmly, tugging roughly as she pulled her head up off the mattress. With the young woman’s beautiful neck exposed, Caitlyn’s tongue started trailing up to her earlobe. Biting, nibbling, sucking, marking her.
The topsider kissed and caressed her neck. Trailing her hot wet lips up her neck slowly before using her teeth, she clamped down onto her skin to bite hard as she continued to ravage her core. The blonde’s moans were music to her ears, and the more she dominated and overpowered her, the more intense the noises became.
At this point the blonde was a mess, drooling and unable to keep her eyes open, her body covered in marks and bruises from spanks, bites, and scratches all over her skin, all the result of Caitlyn’s handiwork.
This girl was her new acquisition, and Caitlyn intended to mark every millimeter of her skin before the night was over. She wanted the marks to last as long as possible so that she would remember her, although it wasn’t like she was going to forget her anyway. Her eyes had a special sparkle, something rare. Those gray eyes reminded her of someone else. Someone she’d seen a long time ago. She wanted to break her soul, make her hers and completely erase that spark from her mind forever.
As she continued fucking her brutally, the blonde managed to keep up the pace, pushing back against her, taking all of her 8-inch cock, each inch throbbing harder as she drove herself deeper inside. Caitlyn took it as a signal that her fuck toy wanted her to increase the pace, so she started hammering her fast and rough, skillfully grabbing all of her golden hair into a pony tail for control and using it as reins to guide her, ramming the living daylights out of her cunt.
The blonde started whimpering loudly, calling out her name in desperation, begging her to slow down. She could hardly breathe at this point, but Caitlyn wasn’t having it. She kept pushing harder, faster, fucking her wildly. The poor girl’s arms trembled violently as she tried to keep herself up.
“You know the safe word darling. Say it if you truly want me to stop,” Caitlyn whispered in her ear while slowing down a bit and biting her neck, sending shivers down her spine.
“No… N-No… Don’t stop… P-Please…” The young woman’s voice was soft and breathless but firm and desperate enough for Caitlyn to understand she really didn’t want this to end.
Caitlyn couldn’t help but chuckle, a low rumble escaped her throat as she rammed back in again, plunging ruthlessly into her tight pussy. The blonde howled and moaned louder and louder as she was fucked senseless. Her body quivered every time she withdrew and came crashing back down on her, causing her to groan and moan helplessly. Her wrists were shaking as they held onto the headboard for dear life, not wanting to let go even for a moment.
“Don’t cum yet,” Caitlyn ordered firmly as she continued fucking her. Her hips thrust in and out relentlessly.
She did everything she could to hold her orgasm at bay until she was given permission to do so, but she was at the edge already. Her walls clenched around Caitlyn’s strapon, but the domme just didn’t seem to care.
“If you cum before I give you permission, I will punish you,” Caitlyn said in a stern voice. The young woman looked up at her with a pleading gaze, her whole body trembling. Caitlyn gave her a disapproving look. Her piercing gaze said it all, and she knew she was going to make sure she was going to obey. “Be a good toy and don’t disobey me or else you won’t be able to sit for a month.”
That did it for the young blonde. She tried her hardest to try to obey and prevent her orgasm from building up any further, but the pleasure was overwhelming. Her legs gave way and, unable to hold on anymore, her entire body collapsed on the bed. The Piltovan saw it coming and tightened her grasp on the blonde’s hair. She slammed her whole body forward and forced the woman to arch her back as she wrapped her other arm around her waist and held her in place.
She rammed inside her as she moved her other hand to the blonde’s jaw, grabbing it and tilting her head sideways for better access, kissing her and shoving her tongue deep down her throat to shut her up. The young woman was crying and moaning non-stop now. The intense pain that spread through her scalp as Caitlyn pulled her hair harder mixed with the overwhelming pleasure she felt as Caitlyn rutted mercilessly. The whole bed rocked as the two women moved in unison, with Caitlyn slamming harder and deeper and faster.
“Oh, fuck, you are such a good toy! You deserve to be rewarded,” Caitlyn murmured, panting as she whispered in her ear, her face still buried in her hair. “Now be a good bitch and take my cock! I want to hear you scream! Cum for your mistress!”
The blonde’s whole body tensed up as she gasped and started trembling violently. It seemed like she was going to break apart. Caitlyn noticed this and loosened her grip on her jaw, letting the woman catch her breath. As soon as her mouth was free from the kiss, Caitlyn slapped her ass hard.
The young woman yelped in surprise. Then she cried out as Caitlyn grabbed her by the hips and shoved her strapon deep inside her pussy, pumping harder and deeper with each thrust, causing her to howl as she reached another orgasm, her entire body convulsing uncontrollably.
“Oh… God… Yes!” the woman screamed. Caitlyn kept fucking her, forcing her to orgasm repeatedly, showing her no mercy, grunting and groaning with each thrust, feeling the intense heat emanating from her own core. Caitlyn herself was about to explode, and thanks to her high tech strap on she would fill her lovely cunt. “O-Oh… f-fuck… M-Mistress… S-So good… O-Oh… Fuck!” The girl’s entire body twitched with every thrust. She couldn’t take it anymore, her arms giving way and her head falling to the mattress. Caitlyn just kept fucking her. The woman continued to whimper and shake, moaning incoherently as Caitlyn continued to ravage her, holding nothing back.
Finally, Caitlyn got close to her own climax.
“You’re… My… Good… Toy,” she breathed in between thrusts. Caitlyn placed one hand on her shoulders, gripping her tightly, the other on her hip, digging her nails into her flesh and leaving claw marks on her skin as she fucked her hard. She closed her eyes as she felt her orgasm getting closer and closer.
“Ohhh, yes… Right there… Take my cock. Take it all… That’s right… Mmmmm… This is exactly where you belong, being used and abused by me… My obedient little fuck toy!” Caitlyn groaned as she pushed the last few strokes before burying the dildo all the way to the hilt and ejaculating hard inside the blonde’s pussy, filling it completely with her juices. The young woman screamed loudly, wailing in ecstasy as she received all of her warm cum, enjoying the intense sensation that filled her cunt and wracked her with euphoria.
The two stayed still for a moment before Caitlyn slowly began to withdraw, allowing her fuck toy to catch her breath and relax. Her body went limp.
“D-Did… I do a g-good job? Did you… enjoy it?” she asked shyly after a while, her voice barely audible, her eyelids heavy. Her eyes met Caitlyn’s again. She was exhausted, but she still managed to smile a bit.
Caitlyn chuckled, speaking softly, “Yes, you did very well, but why are you talking as if we’re done?” She spoke with a mischievous and devilish smile on her lips.
“H-haven’t we finished already? I mean… I-I can’t really move anything at all… And I think I can’t get up from this bed anytime soon…” The blonde spoke almost inaudibly, looking down in embarrassment, blushing and trying to hide the fact that she wanted to collapse from exhaustion and sleep for a week.
“Oh, we’re only getting started, darling.” The young woman’s eyes widened as Caitlyn leaned in close and licked her earlobe, whispering, “After all, the night has just begun.”
Caitlyn smirked triumphantly, seeing that the blonde did not respond. The topsider moved her hand to the other woman's neck, squeezing it lightly as she whispered sensually into her ear again, almost purring.
“Don’t worry, darling. I will take good care of you…”
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Piltover Train Station
It was a fairly bright evening. The sun was still visible in the distance, but the weather was colder than usual for this time of year. After ten days of travel and fourteen hours on that damned train, Vi had finally arrived in Piltover.
The pink haired brawler inhaled deeply and let out a huge sigh as she exited the station, breathing in the cool evening air and filling her lungs with fresh oxygen for the first time in what felt like forever. She could feel the cold, clean air infiltrating her nostrils, filling them with that typical, comforting scent of the city, a mixture of steam, gas, metal, concrete, and the familiar aroma of coffee that permeated the place. Vi couldn’t help but smile when she realized that the smell of Piltover brought back memories, both bad and good ones.
But mostly good ones.
Her gaze wandered around the station in search of a familiar yet different face. She was a grown woman and hadn’t seen her old friend in years, so she wouldn’t have been surprised to see him older - more mature, maybe taller, with facial hair - and wearing fancy clothes like all topsiders, which made her chuckle.
Suddenly Vi heard a voice calling her name in the distance, a husky voice she remembered, that unmistakable accent she had thought she had forgotten. Vi’s eyes lit up with joy and a wide grin appeared on her face as she turned her head toward the sound of that voice, her own gray eyes meeting with those soft brown ones.
Vi squinted slightly, examining his figure carefully. He had changed a lot. He had grown up, gone from a teenage boy to a man in the blink of an eye. She hadn’t expected him to be the same scrawny boy with long dreads she had grown up with so many years ago, but something about that slender silhouette remained unchanged. Even though he had a broader back and longer limbs with muscles, that smug smile on his face when he saw her was unmistakable.
“Hey, Vi, long time no see!” Ekko exclaimed cheerfully.
She closed the distance quickly, giving him a tight, warm hug. “I missed you, little man,” Vi said with a huge smile.
“Little man? Wow, I’m taller than you now!” he joked.
“Sure, you grew up like half a centimeter.” Vi laughed and then ruffled his short cropped hair affectionately. “Seriously though, it’s great to see you!” she added with a much softer, genuine tone, hugging him again.
“I missed you too, Vi.” Ekko hugged her back, giving her a heartfelt squeeze. The two old friends stood embracing each other for a few moments before separating and facing each other with a big smile.
“You haven’t changed at all, Vi,” Ekko declared happily.
“Meh, I may look the same, but a lot has happened, and a lot of things have changed. But enough about me. Tell me, Ekko, how are you? What’s new?” Vi asked enthusiastically.
“Well, a lot of things have happened, but overall, I’m okay. Let’s catch up on the way home. We still have a long way to go between walking and taking the funicular. Sorry I don’t have a car to pick you up. If you had come without luggage I would have brought the bike, but with suitcases - well, I didn't want to be responsible for a crash. Again,” Ekko explained.
“No problem. I just want to get home fast. I need to shower, eat something hot, and rest in a comfortable bed. It feels like I’ve been in the middle of nowhere for days. I swear, I’d kill for some coffee.” Vi laughed as she talked, her voice filled with nostalgia.
As they left the station, Vi observed her surroundings while they walked down the busy streets of Piltover. The sky was cloudy, but the light coming from the skyscrapers made them glow with a warm yellow hue, and the buildings all looked shiny and brand new.
“The city looks better than I remember. The architecture is impressive. Has Piltover always looked this nice?” Vi asked curiously, admiring the impressive skyscrapers. They seemed to have built more buildings since she had left, and every street corner felt like an art gallery. She found herself wanting to explore the whole town to admire every beautiful structure and detail.
“Well, even though some of it is still the same, Piltover has changed over the years in more than one way, people and technology especially,” Ekko responded casually while walking next to Vi. “But let’s stop talking about Piltover. We’ll have time later to update you on what’s new in town. What’s important now is that you are here.” The young man changed the subject, looking at the pink-haired woman with a sincere smile. Vi returned his smile with warmth.
“Yeah, I can’t believe I’m back here again after seven years with nothing but my suitcase and my eagerness to start a new life. This is definitely crazy,” Vi confessed with an embarrassed smile, chuckling nervously. She felt nervous and excited at the same time. All these emotions mixing together were driving her nuts.
Ekko grinned at her amusedly. “Don’t worry, you will get by as usual, Vi.” The young man reached out to place a reassuring hand on the young woman’s shoulder. “And if you ever need anything, you know who to call or where to find me. We’re friends.”
Vi smiled sincerely. “Thanks, Ekko,” she said quietly, but still loudly enough that her friend heard her clearly.
They continued walking in silence for several more minutes through the crowded streets of Piltover. The city was alive with activity at this hour. Crowds of people came and went everywhere, traffic moved swiftly through the intersections, sirens sounded faintly in the distance. Eventually, Ekko spoke again. “So, Vi, how was it being a globetrotter?” he asked curiously, glancing sideways at Vi as they walked side by side down the busy sidewalk.
Vi took a deep breath and let it out slowly, pondering briefly before responding. “Entertaining for sure. I’ve seen amazing places but also some very dangerous ones. However, as you may already know, the situation is worsening in several places, so I’m glad to be back home. I never thought I’d say it, but I missed Piltover a lot,” she replied casually, laughing softly and shaking her head slightly in disbelief.
Ekko whistled. “Wow, really? You missed Piltover?” the young man asked incredulously.
Vi snorted. “Shut up, Ekko. I know how hard that must sound coming from someone who left this place without looking back. And yeah, I actually missed it. Besides, Piltover is also your hometown, right?”
“Yes, but you know that for those of us who live in Zaun, Piltover isn’t really our hometown anymore. Our neighborhoods have grown so much, changed and evolved over time. They barely seem like the same cities as several years ago. Still, despite the changes, there are always some things that remain the same. Despite the growth and change, Piltover and Zaun are still essentially the same city but with two very distinct identities,” Ekko clarified.
“Right, you always had a tendency to state the obvious and to point out the facts,” Vi said with a slight smirk.
“Yeah, I guess that’s just my nature,” Ekko chuckled. “We’re here; once we take the funicular, my house is about a 20-minute walk away.” He pointed to a large glass-and-metal construction with multiple levels.
Vi nodded. The two friends entered the funicular station, purchased tickets, and waited in line. Then the two of them boarded one of the elevators. The trip took less than five minutes, but to Vi it seemed like an eternity.
After the short elevator ride, the two friends got off and started walking down the busy sidewalk, side by side, entering the large district of Zaun. Vi immediately noticed the drastic difference in atmosphere compared to the pristine and lively neighborhood of Piltover. Zaun was an older, run-down and crowded industrial area, and everything about it seemed chaotic. People bustled busily along the streets and through the alleys, carrying boxes filled with machinery and all kinds of supplies, hurrying to deliver their cargo. Music could be heard loudly emanating from clubs and bars scattered all over the streets and alleyways. Various signs advertising different businesses hung from the sides of the buildings, some neon, some simple fluorescent lights, some plain old wooden boards nailed to the walls. Street food stalls lined the narrow sidewalks, selling all kinds of exotic cuisine, freshly cooked seafood, grilled meat, fish stew, breads and sweets, cakes and cookies. Vi inhaled deeply and closed her eyes as she enjoyed the aroma of different dishes being prepared, and the mouth-watering smell made her stomach rumble.
It was great to be home again.
With only a few minutes left to reach Ekko’s house, the young man spoke again. “By the way, Vi,” he said cautiously as if he didn’t quite know how to approach the subject. “Have you received the invitation to Powder’s wedding?”
The mention of her sister’s name instantly brought memories, and a feeling of uneasiness filled her body.
“Yeah, I got the letter a few weeks back,” Vi admitted with a sad expression.
“Ah, and are you planning not to go, then?” Ekko asked anxiously, genuinely curious, his eyebrows raised as he looked at Vi intently.
“I honestly don’t know what to think, Ekko. On one hand I am happy for Powder and I want to support her in her moment of joy and happiness, but at the same time… I feel guilty for missing the years when she was growing up, for leaving and not returning. I wish I had been part of her life. I really don’t know if she wants to see me again,” Vi confessed with a sad smile and a heavy heart.
“You know that’s bullshit, right? I am sure that she will be very happy to have you by her side on her special day, Vi. I guarantee it, especially considering all the shit you’ve been through together,” Ekko assured her.
“Maybe you’re right, but Vander’s death happened while I was away, and I couldn’t attend the funeral. Powder and I haven’t been on the best of terms since, and I don’t think she’s ever forgiven me for it,” Vi added regretfully.
Ekko sighed. “Vi, you’re back now and that’s what counts. I really do think that if you wanted to repair things with Powder, this would be an excellent opportunity to start doing so. Besides, despite the pain it caused her, she understood that you were far away and couldn’t have come. She knew that if you could, you would have, and she realizes she can’t hold it against you, no matter how much it bothers her. In fact, I’m pretty sure that the person who misses you the most is her.”
“You really think so?” Vi asked in disbelief, her voice quivering slightly, a lump forming in her throat.
“Trust me, Vi. I know her and I’ve known her for a long time. She understands that you can’t change the past and she wants to forgive you, she really does. After all, she’s your sister. Let’s just try to stay positive and see where we go from here, okay?”
Vi nodded. “Thanks, Ekko,” she told him sincerely, truly grateful for her friend’s advice.
The two friends fell silent and resumed their walk towards Ekko’s house. Neither of them broke the comfortable silence they shared as they strolled through the neighborhood. They stopped in front of a building, humble, but with a cozy and welcoming air. Outside, a small garden was carefully maintained and planted with flowers and herbs of various colors and species.
“Home sweet home,” Ekko commented with a broad smile.
“Looks nice and quiet. Is this where you live now?” Vi asked curiously as the two of them began to ascend the stone steps leading up to the front porch.
“Yep, after years of living with my family in the garage and workshop, I finally have my own place now. Although, I’m not gonna lie, sometimes I miss sharing a space with them. It was cozy, crowded, and dirty as hell, but in its own way it was great, even if that sounds a bit cliche,” Ekko confessed with a chuckle as the two friends reached the top of the stairs.
Vi shook her head. “I get it. I’ve lived alone for years too, but some nights I felt lonely, homesick and craved to share my time and space with someone else.”
“Right,” Ekko said as he turned to look at Vi. “Anyway, let’s get inside,” he added in a lighter tone.
Vi simply nodded in response and followed the young man. They entered the house through the main door. A small antechamber welcomed them as they made their way to the interior of the home. There, on the right side was a small living room, decorated with a combination of wooden furniture, plants, and trinkets scattered throughout. On the left side was a kitchen that appeared to be fully equipped with appliances. A hallway with a series of doors led to what Vi supposed were the rooms and bathroom.
“Sorry for the mess. It’s a bit cramped,” Ekko apologized as he quickly began to clean up.
“It’s ok. This place is beautiful, very cozy and chill to look at,” Vi complimented the decor and design of the place.
“Aw man, thanks, Vi. It's nice to hear that someone likes the place. Your room is at the back right. Make yourself at home,” Ekko informed as he kept tidying up.
Vi proceeded to open the door at the end of the corridor and walked into her bedroom. The room had a single bed made with white and purple sheets and a mattress covered by a gray blanket. To the right of the bed was a nightstand with an electric lamp, and on the opposite wall was a desk with a chair next to it.
“Would you like some dinner, Vi?” Ekko asked from the kitchen. “I was thinking of making us some pasta with tomato sauce and fried vegetables.”
“Don’t worry, little man. Actually I’m so tired that I’ll go straight to bed. This trip has been a little rough on me, and all I want now is to rest,” Vi explained as she left her bags on the floor and headed to the bed.
“Yeah of course. Don’t worry. Make yourself comfortable, Vi. Whatever you need, just tell me, alright?” Ekko insisted.
“Sure, Ekko. Thank you for everything. Goodnight,” Vi said before she climbed onto the bed, pulled the covers over herself and went to sleep.
“Goodnight,” Ekko replied as he put on an apron and began to prepare dinner for himself.
Vi lay comfortably in bed, closing her eyes and sighing with relief as she let her muscles relax and release all the tension and stress of the day. She had only spent a couple of hours with Ekko, and yet those moments with him made her feel happy and at peace with herself. Her mind wandered for a moment, and there was one other face she had not forgotten in all these years, the image of the most beautiful and determined woman in the world: Caitlyn Kiramman, her first true and only love. Just the thought of her filled her with mixed emotions – love, anguish, nervousness, anxiety, but above all, a deep regret for having abandoned her and destroyed everything they had once built together.
But the past is something that could not be changed, and Vi would have to learn to deal with it.
‘I am sure she is well and has been able to fulfill her dream. I hope she is happy. She deserves to be,’ the pink-haired woman thought while consciousness began to drift away and gradually lose its grip on reality, falling deeper into slumber until the darkness overwhelmed Vi’s senses and engulfed her completely in its peaceful embrace.