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Months after her altercation with Caitlyn, Vi decided it was time to confront the Omega Commander. She knew it might not end well, but she was tired of bottling up her feelings. She had spent her nights at the brothel; in the arms of strangers who threw themselves at her after watching her pit-fight. She had spent her days drinking with Loris. She had done everything to fix her broken heart, but nothing worked. Questioning the Omega seemed like her last resort. As she climbed the side of the familiar mansion, she heard something odd.
A high-pitched moan cut through the night air, followed by a desperate, strained voice crying out her name: "Viiiiii... please."
The sound hit Vi harder than any blow in the pits. It wasn’t a cry of pain, but a desperate plea, that made her cock twitch inside her pants.
"Alpha... please... I’ve been a good slut... please let me cum," the voice begged, sounding utterly needy and desperate.
A slow, dangerous smirk curled Vi's lips as the realization settled in. The "perfect" Commander wasn't so perfect after all.
The image that greeted her was nothing like what Vi had expected when she set out to confront the Commander.
There, in her oversized bed, the "Savior of Piltover" lay completely naked. Her head was thrown back, exposing the long line of her throat, legs spread so wide while her tits jiggled as she fucked herself with a blue dildo.
Pathetic. She looked so pathetic.
Caitlyn pushed the toy in and out of her wet cunt, the plastic glistening with her slickness. The wet, rhythmic sounds echoing through the room proved just how aroused the Omega truly was. "Please alpha... i need to cum"
"And here I thought you were busy running a city, Cupcake," Vi chuckled, clearly amused.
Caitlyn’s eyes shot open at the sound of the familiar voice she had been dying to hear. Her gaze locked onto the figure standing by the window. "Vi?" she breathed, her hand still frozen in place as she processed the Alpha's presence, her fingers clutching the dildo lodged deep inside her.
Her pussy clenched around the toy as she inhaled the familiar scent: leather, grease, and spice. As she tried to pull the dildo out, she heard the alpha growl in warning, "Don't you dare"
Caitlyn’s hand seized, her muscles locking in place at the sheer authority in Vi’s voice. The "Savior of Piltover" was gone; in her place was a woman completely mastered by a single command. She stayed exactly as she was - exposed, trembling, and filled with the toy - her chest heaving as she stared at the alpha.
"I... I'm sorry," Caitlyn whispered, her voice cracking, her gaze never leaving Vi’s heavy gaze.
Vi approached the edge of the bed and looked down at the mess she had made of the Commander, a predatory tilt to her head. The bedsheet was ruined.
She sank into the chair next to the bed, sitting like a king upon his throne.
"Leave it," Vi commanded. "You said you were being a 'good slut,' right? Then stay just like that. Be a good slut."
Caitlyn whimpered, her knuckles white as she gripped the base of the toy, desperately wanting to move, to hide, or to finish. But she stayed frozen, her legs spread and her body trembling under Vi’s cold, judgmental stare.
"You've got a lot of nerve, Cupcake," Vi said. Her eyes traced the way the blue plastic was lodged inside the Commander, stretching her open. "Spending your days locking people like me up, then coming home to spreading your legs for me in the dark like a pathetic whore. Is this how you handle the guilt?"
Vi wanted to rip the toy out and pound the Omega against the mattress until all of Piltover knew what a good little slut their Commander was.
Caitlyn’s face flushed a deep, shameful red. "Vi... please... it’s not—"
"I didn't tell you to speak," Vi snapped. "I came here to talk. For once, you’re going to listen while you’re exactly where you belong."
Vi remained in the chair, leaning back to watch the Commander. The silence in the room grew heavy, broken only by Caitlyn's hitching breaths as she struggled under the weight of Vi's gaze.
"You're shaking, Cupcake," Vi noted, her voice low and steady. "Is it the cold, or is it because I'm finally seeing the person behind the badge? No medals, no uniform. Just someone who just want an alpha to take control"
Caitlyn’s knuckles were white where she gripped the sheets, her body vibrating with the effort to remain still as commanded. Tears of frustration and heat pricked her eyes. She wanted to look away, but Vi’s gaze held her like a physical weight.
"Tell me," Vi continued, her eyes dropping to the glistening toy. "How many nights have you spent like this? fucking yourself on this pathetic toy, wishing it was my cock instead?"
"I'm waiting," Vi said, her voice impatient. She looked so composed, her body relaxed in the chair while Caitlyn remained a trembling wreck. "I want to hear it.
"Use your words, Commander. Who were you begging for?"
Caitlyn’s breath hitched, a soft moan escaping her lips pussy throbbed around the toy, but she dared not move. The humiliation was total, but the need to obey Vi was stronger.
"You," Caitlyn whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own heartbeat. "It’s always been you."
Vi tilted her head, a cold, sharp smile cutting across her face. "I didn't hear you. 'Always been' who? Give me the full sentence."
Caitlyn swallowed hard, "I was begging for you... Alpha. Please."
Vi let the silence hang for a long moment, savoring the sound of the title on Caitlyn's tongue.
"Better," Vi purred. "Now tell me - if I weren't here, what were you going to do to yourself to cum? Or were you just going to keep crying my name like a lost bunny?"
"Use that imagination of yours," Vi ordered, her eyes tracking the rhythmic tremor in Caitlyn’s thighs. "Tell me exactly what you wanted me to do when you were crying out. Don't leave anything out. I want to hear what the Savior of Piltover dreams about when she's alone and desperate."
Caitlyn took a shaky breath, her gaze meeting Vi's steady, intense stare.
"I wanted to know that someone like you," Caitlyn stammered, "someone who doesn't care about titles or decorum, could see the real me. Not the Sheriff, not the Kiramman heir. Just me."
"Go on..." Vi prompted.
"Someone who will hold me down in bed," Caitlyn whispered, the confession spilling out of her. "Someone who would wreck me-treat me like I am nobody"
The confession made the Commander look down in shame, her face burning. Meanwhile, a Cheshire-cat grin spread across Vi’s face; she had finally gotten exactly what she wanted.
"I didn't hear you clearly, Cupcake," Vi smirked. "Look at me. Say it again - louder this time. Tell me exactly what you want this 'nobody' to do to you."
Caitlyn’s head snapped up, her eyes watery and wide. The toy was still lodged deep inside her, a constant, throbbing reminder of her lack of control, shame and humiliation. Every muscle in her body ached to move, to crawl toward Vi and beg, but she remained frozen under the command.
"I want you... I want you to wreck me," Caitlyn choked out, "I want you to make me forget the Council, the city... everything. Please, Vi. Just treat me like I’m nothing."
Vi’s grin widened, her eyes dark with a mixture of triumph and something much more primal. "That’s more like it. You're doing so well, Commander. Just a little longer."
"Tell me how," Vi commanded. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, closing the gap just enough for Caitlyn to catch another drift of that leather and spice. "You want to be wrecked? You want to be nobody? Tell me exactly what that looks like in your head. Every dirty, shameful detail."
Caitlyn let out a broken sob, her hips twitching instinctively against the toy, though she still didn't dare pull it out. The words felt like lead in her mouth, but she couldn't stop them now.
"I want you to... to use your strength," Caitlyn stammered, her gaze locked on Vi’s scarred knuckles. "I want you to pin my hands above my head until I can't struggle. I want you to leave marks... so when I’m standing in front of the Council tomorrow, I can feel exactly where your fingers dug into my skin. I want you to take what you want and leave me hollow."
Vi’s eyes darkened, her pulse quickening.
"Is that all?" Vi prompted, "Or is there more you're hiding from me?"
Caitlyn’s voice trembled, but the words finally began to flow, unchecked and raw.
"I want you to put me on my knees, use my mouth selfishly until you are satisfied," she admitted, her gaze dropping to the floor. "I want you to spank me until I forget the weight of every decision I have to make. I want you to take that choice away from me. I want to feel small, Vi. I want you to put me on all fours and take me until I am broken beneath you, I want you to knot me, breed me, use me as your toy. I want to be your good girl, your toy, your whore, whoever you want. I want you to remind me that despite all the titles and the power I hold in this city, I am still just a person who can be broken by you."
She swallowed hard, her chest heaving as she finally spoke her truth. "I want you to show me that I belong to you."
Vi watched her, with a predatory smirk. The room felt smaller, the air thick with the weight of the truth settling between them. Caitlyn’s eyes drifted downward, widening as she took in the sight of Vi’s member straining against her trousers. Her throat went dry and her heart hammered against her ribs; she could already picture herself on her knees, taking the alpha inside her mouth and worshipping her in a way no omega had ever done before.
"Now, I want you to fuck yourself for me. And I will show you exactly what you are missing." Vi grinned as she unzipped her pants, freeing her throbbing member.
The omega let out a helpless whimper at the sight. It was big—bigger than she had ever expected. The girth was massive, thicker than her own wrist, and the length was practically towering. Saliva pooled in Caitlyn's mouth as she inhaled the alpha's musk like it was oxygen.
"Alpha, please let me," the Commander begged pathetically.
"You will do as I say. Now, fuck yourself for me—I won't repeat myself." Vi sneered as her fist closed around her member, stroking it slowly. She watched with satisfaction as the omega remained in place, her hips stuttering as she began thrusting the dildo in and out of her dripping core.
The Omega's pathetic eyes were glued to the alpha's member as she worked herself closer to the orgasm.
"Good girl," Vi rumbled, stroking her dick she watched the frantic movement of the toy. "Look at me while you do it. Don't you dare close your eyes."
Caitlyn’s eyes snapped to Vi's, blown wide and glazed with a mix of shame and desperate need. The rhythm of her hand grew more erratic, her knuckles white as she gripped the base of the toy, driven by the hunger to please the woman towering over her.
Vi’s hand slowed on her own length, her eyes narrowing as she watched Caitlyn’s movements. more wetness dripped out of her core, messing up the already ruined bedsheet. The Omega was seeking approval, but Vi wasn’t ready to give it yet.
"Faster," Vi barked. "You’re moving like a debutante, Cupcake. If you want to be wrecked, you have to earn it. I want to hear that toy hitting you. I want to see you lose that Commander composure completely."
Caitlyn let a whimper, her hand trembling as she increased the speed. The rhythmic slap of plastic against wet skin filled the room, a stark contrast to the refined silence Caitlyn usually occupied. The vibrations and movements were making her shudder and she could sense herself getting closer to her orgasm.
"Stop."
The word was a whip-crack. Caitlyn froze, her hand mid-thrust, her body vibrating with a desperate tension that made her muscles ache. She was so close, her vision swimming with sparks, but Vi’s command was absolute.
"Hands off," Vi ordered.
Caitlyn let go of the toy as if it had turned into white-hot iron. It remained buried inside her, a heavy, teasing weight that offered no relief. She slumped slightly, her breasts heaving, her eyes watering as she looked up at the Alpha.
Vi stepped closer, her dick sticking out her her pants, she reached down, not to touch Caitlyn’s cunt, but to tilt her chin up, forcing their eyes to lock.
"You don't get to finish yet," Vi murmured, her thumb tracing the line of Caitlyn's trembling lower lip. "Not until you're so desperate that you forget your own name. Now, tell me... who do you belong to?"
Caitlyn’s focus shifted, her head lolling back as she sought out Vi’s gaze. She needed to know if she was doing enough, if this pathetic display of self-service was meeting the Alpha's expectations.
"You, Alpha," she breathed.
"Good girl," Vi rumbled. "Now, get on your knees."
In one swift motion, Vi pulled the toy out, making the Omega cry out in sheer frustration at the sudden loss. Caitlyn scrambled to obey; even though her legs were shaking, she sank to the floor. The cold tile was a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from Vi. Breathless, her gaze locked onto the Alpha’s member as Vi stood dominant before her.
Vi spread Caitlyn's legs with her boot, pressing her heel firmly against the Omega's core. Caitlyn all but screamed as white-hot pleasure coursed through her body.
"Now, tell me who do you belong to?"
Caitlyn tried to form the words, her mouth working wordlessly, but only a broken, high-pitched keening sound escaped her throat. She was too far gone, her mind a fractured haze of need and sensory overload. The poise of a Kiramman, the authority of a Commander - it had all dissolved into a desperate, shaking mess at Vi's feet.
She could only shake her head frantically, her eyes pleading as she leaned her forehead against Vi’s thigh, seeking any contact, any friction to ground her. Tears tracked through the flush on her cheeks, and her hips gave a helpless, involuntary twitch against the boot pressed against her cunt.
Vi looked down at her, the Alpha's scent spiking with a heady mix of dominance and primal satisfaction. She didn't move to help her; she simply watched the collapse of the city’s most powerful woman.
"Alph...aaaa... please..." Caitlyn whimpered, her voice breaking.
Vi didn't wait; she twisted her heel and applied pressure, making the Omega come undone all over her boot.
Caitlyn’s limbs gave way, her body trembling violently from the force of the climax as she collapsed onto the floor. Even then, the Alpha didn't pull away, keeping the heavy weight of her boot pressed firmly against Caitlyn's aching core.
"Get up," Vi commanded, her voice dropping to a dangerous, low growl. "I want you to lick my boot clean."
Caitlyn didn’t hesitate. The command should have made her furious, but in her current cock-drunk state, she would do anything. Still shivering and slick with sweat, she pushed herself up from the floor, her movements clumsy and desperate.
She crawled forward on her hands and knees until she was hovering inches from the alpha's black leather boot. She tilted her head down, her tongue darting out to touch the heavy sole of the boot.
"Every inch, Cupcake," Vi drawled, her voice thick with satisfaction. "I want to see my reflection in that leather when you're finished."
Vi remained standing, looming over the Omega like a monument of pure authority. Her hand wrapped around her proud member.
She kept her legs braced wide, enjoying the view of the once-proud Enforcer reduced to a whimpering pet at her feet. The sight of Caitlyn’s dark hair brushing against her shins and the rhythmic, desperate movement of her tongue was more intoxicating than any drink in the Lanes.
Every time Caitlyn let out a soft, hitching breath against the leather, Vi felt a surge of pride.
"That's it," Vi murmured, her voice vibrating with dark approval. "Don't miss the heel. I want you to taste exactly how much you belong to me." Caitlyn had finished her task; the Alpha's boot was shiny, as if it had been freshly polished.
"Did I do well, Alpha?" Caitlyn asked innocently, looking up for approval with her cheek still pressed against Vi’s boot.
"Yes, little whore. I think you deserve a reward," Vi smirked.
The Omega's eyes lit up. With renewed vigor, she shifted back onto her knees and opened her mouth, foolishly thinking the Alpha was going to reward her with her seed.
The Alpha couldn't help but laugh at the pathetic display before her. Her eyes flashed with lingering anger as she remembered how the Omega had once left her on her knees in the sewers.
Vi stroked herself one last time, her cock pulsing as she spilled her seed - not down the Omega's waiting throat, but onto the cold floor where Caitlyn was kneeling.
Spurt after spurt of the Alpha's thick, fertile seed was wasted on the floor, while the Omega watched in absolute agony.
"Alpha..." Caitlyn sobbed, her voice cracking as she stared at the mess.
"Consider it payback for what you did to me," Vi grinned, her eyes cold as she tucked her now-flaccid cock back into her pants.
"And Caitlyn," Vi added, her voice dropping to a low, mocking drawl, "if you still meant all of that - if you really want an Alpha to satisfy your baser needs - you know where to find me."
Vi winked, not waiting for a reply. She turned and walked away, leaving the pathetic Omega trembling on the floor, still in shock over what had just happened.
If the Alpha had stayed just a little longer, she would have witnessed the Commander debasing herself further by licking the cum off the floor, humming at the taste.