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"You have attacked an enforcer. Why?"
"Why not?"
"Stop playing around, Vi. Answer me." Caitlyn fought to maintain her stoic composure, but her effort was a failure. The brawler was leaning casually against the wall with her arms folded, a posture that made her biceps bulge. Those hungry, predatory eyes never wavered, making Caitlyn squirm under the weight of the gaze.
"You already know the answer, Cupcake. Or do I need to remind you what you texted me last week?" Vi’s grin was pure ego as her hand slid down the length of her cock. Her smirk deepened when she saw Caitlyn’s gaze track the movement, unable to look away.
"I... I don't know what you’re talking about," Caitlyn stammered, a flush creeping up her neck as she averted her gaze. Vi's presence was overwhelming, making her knees weak and leaving her aching and slick between her thighs.
The tension and chemistry between them were undeniable.
"Don't lie to me, Cupcake," Vi hummed, her voice dropping an octave. "You know how much I hate it when you lie."
"I am not lying," Caitlyn insisted, though her voice lacked its usual conviction.
"Indeed, you're," Vi countered coolly, her gaze never wavering.
"You're utterly insufferable."
Vi’s smirk turned predatory. "Yet, you still can’t get enough of me-even when you were out on a date with someone else."
"How do you know I was on date? Were you stalking me?"
"May be" Vi shrugged "But the better question is: did she satisfy you? Oh, wait... I already know the answer. She didn't. That’s why you sent me that message, begging me to fuck you instead."
"Shut up. It’s none of your business," Caitlyn snapped, her voice trembling despite her best efforts. "You’re crossing a line, Vi. Have you forgotten you’re a prisoner in solitary confinement?"
"Oh, it’s a 'line' now, Cupcake?" Vi's voice dripped of mockery. "I didn't think you cared much about limits when you were spreading your legs for me. When you were letting me fuck you over and over right here in this same cell.
"Shut up or I will--"
"You will what? You still haven't answered my question, cupcake? Why did you text me?"
"It was a mistake,"
"Liar. You know exactly what you were doing the moment you hit send. Admit it, Cupcake. You want me."
Caitlyn swallowed hard, feeling her throat tighten, "I don't know"
Vi let out a chuckle as she closed the gap between them, her rough hands gently cupping Cait's jaw, forcing her to look at her, "Liar. You know what you want," Vi locked eyes with her, staring at the familiar blue, "Remember how our arrangement started, Cupcake? I stay out of trouble, and in exchange, you let me fuck you whenever I want. That’s how you earned that title, Commander." Vi spat out that name, as if it recoiled her physically, "They all think you tamed me with your discipline and your beatings. But we both know the truth. You didn't tame me with a baton; you tamed me with your pussy. I was hungry for your body, and you used that against me," Vi murmured, her thumb tracing Caitlyn’s lip. "But the truth is, you're just as hungry for me. Only I can satisfy those needs, Cait. Only me."
The brawler's touch sent goosebumps all over her body, the way Vi held her was so firm and possessive and it made Caitlyn's resolve crumble instantly. Vi's thumb circled slow circle against her skin, each stroke sending wave of warmth through her, "You can tell me, Cupcake" the brawler said softly but there was nothing soft about her look, it was dark and smoldering, watching her with so much hunger it made her tremble. "Tell me what you want"
"I---" The words wouldn't come, not the one she needed. Caitlyn's body was on fire, every nerve ending alight from anticipation, but her mind was screaming at her to push the brawler away. To walk away from her and never look back.
"I will give you one change to walk away" Vi's said, her voice dropping into a possessive growl. "But if you choose to stay you will be mine forever. No more games, Cupcake. You will be mine forever,"
The air between them crackled with electricity, the weight of Vi's words pressing down on Caitlyn. The was it. No point of return. She should make a decision. And in that moment, she made a decision
"I want you,"
A triumphant grin formed on Vi's lips. Finally.
"Take it off," Vi said, her voice dropping to a low, steady rumble. "And the rifle? Set it aside. Somewhere far."
Caitlyn didn't hesitate, not anymore. She wanted Vi; she was tired of denying herself the pleasure. The past month without the brawler's touch had been torture. Every night she dreamt about Vi touching her, claiming her, fucking her, owning her. Her body belonged to Vi. Caitlyn reached for the fastenings of her uniform. One by one, the layers of heavy fabric and stiff leather hit the floor until the room felt quieter, until she was completely exposed to Vi's eyes. Like a good girl she waited for her next instruction.
"Good. I always love it when you obey me immediately. I know you have been trying to forget me. But you will always come back to me." Vi did not waste any more time; her hands were on Caitlyn's waist, pulling her closer to her hard body. Her lips crashed against the Sheriff’s, swallowing her desperate moan. She felt Caitlyn’s hands wrapping around her shoulders, her body trembling from how much she was being unraveled by Vi's touch.
"I am still mad at you, Cupcake. For going on a date, letting someone defile you like that... How dare you let someone touch what is mine?" Vi growled against her lips, her hands gripping the Sheriff's ass possessively.
"Vi... I didn't let—"
"Hush, Cupcake. I know nothing happened. I know you didn't let her touch you, but she still tried, now you need to be punished for it."
"Mmm, no, Vi... please. I need you. I need you inside me," she panted against Vi's lips, her hands fisting the brawler's top in a desperate attempt to keep her close.
Caitlyn didn't know why Vi stalking her, keeping a constant eye on her, was making her so wet.
"It's not going to be easy. If you want me inside, you're going to have to work for it."
"Anything. Anything you want."
"There she is, my slutty Commander. Not the one adored by Piltover. My slutty Commander." Vi smirked, squeezing Caitlyn's ass firmly. God, she had really missed having her hands all over that smooth, tanned body.
"Please, I will do anything,"
Caitlyn’s breath hitched, her body trembling as Vi's hand slid between her legs, her fingers teasing her clit. "You are soaked," Vi teased, her lips brushing against Caitlyn's ear. "Already so ready for me. You've been thinking about it, haven't you?"
Caitlyn moaned, bucking against Vi's hand. She had been thinking about her, thinking about this, all the time. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't escape the need for the brawler.
"So needy," Vi rasped as she pushed a single digit inside Caitlyn's tight heat, curling it at just the right angle. Just as she had predicted, after only a few strokes, the Sheriff was coming around her fingers. "So easy. Look at you!"
The Sheriff moaned loudly as the orgasm ripped through her, leaving her gasping for breath. It really wasn't fair how easily Vi could break her. With a low groan, Vi grabbed her and pushed her face-first against the wall. She didn't have time to think before two long, thick fingers entered her swollen cunt. Vi pinned her hands above her head with one hand while the other pounded into her with brutal precision while she whispered filthy things in her ear.
"Look at you, the great Commander of Piltover, reduced to a shivering mess because of one finger. I hardly touched you and you’re already coming like a needy whore. I bet you were wet every time you thought about me, weren't you? I bet your panties were soaked even during the council meetings. Your enforcers... they have no idea how much of a slut you are for a prisoner. And the best thing is, you love being my secret little whore, don't you Cupcake? Say it"
"Yes... I love being your dirty little whore."
"You love getting fucked in a prison cell?"
"Yes! Fuck, I love it. I love it so much."
Caitlyn's breath came in ragged bursts as Vi fucked her. The iron grip on her wrists and the sheer strength the brawler possessed made her knees weak. The way Vi could easily overpower her, manhandle her, and bend her over at will left her dripping down the brawler's fingers.
"Are you getting close, Cupcake?" Vi asked. Caitlyn nodded, her mind dizzy from the overwhelming pleasure.
"Well, that sucks, because I'm not going to let you cum again, not this easily. You were lucky I was being generous before." With that, Vi pulled her fingers out, making Caitlyn cry out in frustration. Tears gathered in her pretty blue eyes. "Stay right there. Don't you dare move!"
"Vi, please," Caitlyn begged.
"I said don't move. Hands on the wall, keep your legs open. I have something for you."
Caitlyn could only hear the sound of Vi's boots echoing as she moved around the cell. She had no idea what the brawler had in store for her. She didn't care; she was so close to coming that she prayed Vi would actually let her finish. She was the Commander of Piltover but right now she was nothing but Vi's pet.
"Got it" she heard Vi chuckle.
Caitlyn felt footsteps approaching before a cold object caressed the curve of her hip and slid down between her spread legs. Her eyes widened as she realized what it was; she couldn't help but thrust her hips instinctively against the intrusion.
It was a baton; her own baton. The baton she uses to discipline the prisoners.
"Like I told you, needy little whore. You’d let me fuck you with anything, huh?" Vi laughed as she slowly inserted object into the Sheriff's welcoming heat. She watched in glee as the baton disappeared into Caitlyn's soaking cunt inch by inch, drenching the handle with her excess wetness.
"Arch your ass. Just like that... take it like a good girl," Vi purred, her fingers tangling in the Sheriff's long hair and pulling her head back.
Vi held the baton perfectly still, the cold metal buried deep inside Caitlyn. She didn't offer a single thrust of relief. Instead, she leaned in, her chest pressing against Caitlyn’s trembling back, and whispered directly into her ear.
"If you want it, you move for it," Vi commanded, her voice a low, dangerous rumble. "I'm not doing the work for you. You want to cum? Then show me how much of a whore you can be for it.
Caitlyn let out a frustrated whimper, her fingers clawing at the stone wall. The stillness was agonizing. Her body was screaming for her to move, to feel any sort of friction, for the release she had been denied earlier. Swallowing her remaining pride, her hips began to stutter in small, desperate circles as she fucked herself against the baton lodged deep inside her needy cunt.
"Harder," Vi grunted, her grip on Caitlyn’s hair tightening to keep her head tilted back. "Work for it, Cupcake. Let me see you humiliate yourself."
Caitlyn's eyes rolled back in pleasure as she thrust herself against the baton over and over; her pussy clenched around the object in a vice grip while her naked breasts scratched against the stone wall, creating delicious friction against her hard nipples.
"Perfect." Vi’s eyes drank in the view in front of her. The Sheriff was pressed face-first against the wall, her heavy tits scraping against the stone every time she worked herself closer to the orgasm, her ass arched at the perfect angle. Vi wished she had a camera to take a picture of this. Her member was painfully hard, pressing against her trousers; she couldn't wait to use Caitlyn's mouth to find some release. She had missed having the Sheriff's mouth wrapped around her dick.
"Are you close, little whore?" Vi smiled, smacking Caitlyn's perfect ass.
"Yes. May I cum?"
"So polite, aren't you? Cum, pet. Humiliate yourself further, show me how much of a desperate animal you are!"
Caitlyn finally broke. The permission was all she needed, any remaining restraint vanished. She drove her hips back against the baton with a frantic, rhythmic force, no longer caring about her dignity or her title. A raw, unrestrained scream tore from her throat, echoing off the cell as the orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave.
Her internal muscles clamped around the baton in a desperate, pulsing rhythm, and her legs finally gave out. She would have slumped to the floor if not for Vi’s iron grip on her hair and the wall supporting her weight. She was completely undone, shaking, sobbing for breath, and utterly humiliated in the way she had secretly craved for weeks.
Vi leaned over her, watching the aftershocks rack the Sheriff's body with a look of dark satisfaction. She leaned in close, her breath hot against Caitlyn's damp skin.
"There she is," Vi whispered, the smirk evident in her voice. "There's my favorite slutty commander."
Vi removed the baton slowly, laughter bubbling in her throat as a clear liquid poured out of the Sheriff’s used hole, creating a mess on the floor. "My, my... you really are a piece of work, Cupcake."
Vi didn't give her a second to recover. "Don't look away," Vi hissed. She used her free hand to point toward the floor, at the puddle of liquid and the discarded baton that still glistened under the dim light. "Look at the mess you made. Look at what a "Commander" looks like when she finally stops lying to herself."
Caitlyn’s breath hitched, her eyes swimming with shame as she was forced to stare at the evidence of her pathetic state. She looked small, stripped of her pride, and entirely at Vi’s mercy.
"You’re going to remember this every time you put that uniform on," Vi promised, her grip tightening around Caitlyn's hair. "Every time you look at your Enforcers, you’re going to remember this."
Caitlyn couldn't find the words. Her throat was tight, her pride shattered. Instead of fighting back or defending her dignity, she let her eyes drop, her head bobbing in a slow, heavy nod of submission.
She accepted it, the mess, the insults, and the undeniable truth that she had been reduced to exactly what Vi called her.
Vi let out a low, satisfied hum, "Good girl," she whispered, "I knew you knew your place. Now get on your knees. You are going to take care of my needs."
Caitlyn remained motionless on her knees, her eyes fixed on the floor.
The metallic click of the buckle was the only warning before Vi pulled her pants and boxers down, letting them bunch around her knees. Her cock sprang free, thick and pulsing with a month’s worth of pent-up frustration.
"You belong to me, you understand that, don't you?" Vi muttered, as she gripped the sheriff's chin, forcing her to look up at her. "I want you to say it"
"I belong to.. you" Caitlyn's whispered her voice, trembling with emotion.
"Now I am going to remind you exactly what that means"
Before Caitlyn could react, Vi grabbed her hair. Her grip was rough and unrelenting as she guided Caitlyn's head to her throbbing cock. Caitlyn knew what the brawler wanted, what was coming, and her body responded instinctively. Her mouth parted as she took Vi's length inside. She had done this plenty of times; she enjoyed having Vi in her mouth and pleasuring her. She loved the feel of the brawler twitching against her tongue and the raw, heavy taste of her.
There was no hesitation, no easing into it. Vi thrusted her cock into Caitlyn's mouth with brutal force, her cock filling her completely, hitting the back of her throat with each hard stroke. Caitlyn gagged, her hands gripping her own thighs as she tried to keep up with the relentless pace Vi set. Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes, but she didn't pull away. She couldn't. She missed having Vi inside her this way.
"Take it all," Vi snarled, her hands gripping Caitlyn's hair tighter as she fucked her mouth with brutal precision. "You are going to swallow every single drop"
Caitlyn's throat tightened, her breath coming in ragged bursts as Vi pushed deeper, her cock pulsating against her tongue. She could feel Vi's need, her desire, the way she controlled her with every thrust and despite the tears streaming down her face, she couldn't deny how much she craved it.
Vi groaned, her hips moving faster, more frenetic, as she chased her release. "You love this, don't you?" she growled, her voice thick with lust. "You love being on your knees for me, don't you?"
Caitlyn could only moan around Vi's cock in response, struggling to keep up with the pace. She loved it; she needed Vi's control and dominance. She was Vi’s, completely.
The sight of Caitlyn on her knees, disheveled and looking up at her with so much devotion—was all Vi needed. With a low, guttural moan, she found her release into Caitlyn's warm mouth. The Sheriff swallowed every single drop, refusing to let even a trace go to waste.
Vi pulled her cock out at the last minute, her hand tightening in Caitlyn’s hair as she sprayed her remaining load across the Sheriff’s face.
Caitlyn didn’t flinch; she kept her eyes open, as Vi's warm release hit her skin, marking her cheeks and forehead. She looked debauched, covered in Vi's essence.
Vi stood over her, admiring her work. Her chest heaving, as she watched her white thick seed drip down Caitlyn’s nose and onto her lips. The dominance was absolute; there was no denying who belonged to whom in the dark of the cell.
"Look at you," Vi mocked. She reached out, using her thumb to smear the liquid across Caitlyn’s cheekbone like war paint. "A perfect little mess for a perfect little Sheriff."
Caitlyn remained perfectly still as the brawler marked her as her own. It was only when she glanced down that she noticed the mess she had made on the floor; she was still dripping, her body unable to stop reacting to the dominance Vi had just exerted over her.
"Look at that," Vi whispered, nudging Caitlyn's thigh with her boot to gesture toward the puddle. "The great Sheriff of Piltover, leaving a trail like a desperate animal. You're never going to be able to look at this cell the same way again, are you?"
"Please Vi, I need you"
"I always love it when you beg nicely. Get on all fours. Let me remind you: you are still not getting my cock. You have to earn it."
Vi watched in amusement as the Sheriff of Piltover turned over and got onto all fours, her swollen pussy fully on display. She might need to use the baton again.
The young enforcer, with a pep in his step, hurriedly walked down the corridor to witness Caitlyn's interrogation. He wasn't supposed to be there, but he wanted to see the Commander tame the beast. He had heard how Prisoner 516 had caused a lot of trouble and injured so many enforcers and that only the Commander was able to handle her. As he neared the cell, he heard the wails and screams. A huge grin broke across his face, ready to witness Commander Kiramman in all her glory delivering sharp blows to the unruly prisoner. He was excited to watch her method; he wanted to learn so much from her.
The enforcer slowed as he approached the heavy iron door of the cell block, his heart hammering against his ribs. Staying deep in the shadows, he peered through the small observation slit. He expected to see the Commander standing tall, delivering sharp blows to the prisoner's backside. Instead through the narrow opening, he saw Commander on all fours, her back arched and her head bowed in total, trembling submission. She wasn't the one beating the prisoner; she was the one getting beaten down, her pride discarded as she took everything Vi gave her.
He was expecting to hear the prisoner's screams of agony; instead, he heard the Commander's screams of pleasure. He had expected to see the Commander beating the prisoner with the baton, not 516 plowing that very baton into her.
The air left his lungs in a sharp wheeze. He wanted to run and call for help, but he was frozen. He believed it had to be a nightmare and pinched his own thigh to wake up; however, the scene before him was all too real. 516 didn't seem to be taking advantage of the Commander—in fact, the Sheriff appeared to be thoroughly enjoying the hard pounding. The prisoner's member stood proud as she rubbed it against the Commander's backside with a sinful smile. The crude, crass words she used, "pet," "whore" seemed to only enthrall the Sheriff further.
What sort of depraved woman was the Commander? He was snapped out of his thoughts when a dangerous voice greeted him.
"My, my... what do we have here? Are you here to witness the Sheriff's investigation, boy?" Vi's eyes looked lethal, and the young enforcer felt ready to piss himself. As she spoke, Vi's hand didn't stop, rhythmically thrusting the baton into the Sheriff's needy cunt.
"Look what we have here, pet," Vi smirked, grabbing Caitlyn's hair to force her to look at him. Caitlyn's mind was completely gone; the only thing she craved was another orgasm. Her body was no longer under her control. Her sharp blue eyes were vacant, her tongue lolled out, and drool dripped down her chin. She looked utterly unrecognizable.
"Do not move, boy. I want you to watch. Look at your almighty Commander."
"Tell me, who do you belong to, Caitlyn?"
"Yo—uuu," Caitlyn managed to stutter, her eyes taking in the young boy standing in front of the cell. He had looked up to her so many times, and now he was witnessing her in this state.
"Rather than shrinking away, Caitlyn felt her arousal heighten under the boy's wide-eyed stare. The shame of being seen, of being exposed in such a primal, broken state, only made her walls clench tighter around the baton.
"Look at you, clenching tight around the baton. You really are a stupid whore" Vi laughed as she twisted the baton, making Caitlyn scream like a banshee.
The enforcer was frozen, his mouth hanging open as he stared at his idol, the woman who represented law and order, reduced to a drooling, mindless toy for a Zaunite criminal.
"Cum for me, whore. Show him who you truly belong to," Vi commanded; and just like that, Caitlyn’s body responded. Her back arched violently ..her core clenching tightly around the baton as she surrendered to the peak. She came, drenching the baton with her juices all while her vacant eyes remained locked on the enforcer’s horrified face. She didn't look away; she let him witness every shameful second of her undoing.
Grinning Vi pulled the baton out slowly, as Caitlyn slumped against the floor, exhausted.
"You did well, pet," Vi praised her. She stroked her cock, ready for the climax; standing over her, she found her release on the Commander's upturned ass, her thick, white seed drenching the reddened skin. Caitlyn's tanned skin was soon coated in white, as Vi painted her with her release, marked her as her own infront of the young enforcer.
"Stand right there, boy." The enforcer froze, his hand trembling as it hovered near his holster. He couldn't move, paralyzed by fear as 516 walked slowly toward him, her eyes locking onto his through the narrow opening. Everything about Vi radiated raw intimidation.
As she reached him, she spoke in a calm, yet threatening tone. "You will not breathe a word about what you saw, or else I will kill you with my bare hands. Now, run along"
The enforcer didn't wait for a second invitation. He stumbled backward, his boots skidding on the floor, before turning and sprinting down the corrido.
"He's not going to say a word, pet," Vi whispered, leaning down to press a final, possessive kiss to the back of Caitlyn's neck. "Now he has a secret, too. Just like you."