Arcane Enforcer's Pet Chapter 5 - The Cracks

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Zelia jolted awake as the loud bang of the door slamming open filled the room, flinching from where she lay. Her cheek had to peel away from the cold, ceramic plate as the few remaining juices had congealed on it, and the lingering aroma of savory meat and spices assaulted her senses. Her golden eyes snapped open, darting around the dimly lit room as memories flooded back... and she remembered how she had gotten here. "No..." she whispered, her fur-covered ears flattening against her skull. She stared down at the plate, and its existence and emptiness seemed to mock her... a stark reminder of her weakness. Zelia's stomach churned, shame burning hotter than the hunger that had driven her to such depths. She could still feel Caitlyn's hands on her skin, hear the tiny sounds of exertion and satisfaction she made as she drove into Zelia.

What had she done? Zelia squeezed her eyes shut, as if doing something so little could erase the memory. The image of herself hanging from her wrists and willingly fucking herself on a woman who wore that hated uniform, however, was not so easily banished. She should have become a whore, after all. She was no better off than the lowest of Margot’s girls, she thought bitterly. Worse, really… at least they get paid. She had done it for a plate of scraps.

She tried to sit up, wincing as her muscles protested. The handcuffs bit into her wrists, another humiliating reminder of her captivity. Zelia's bright blue hair fell in tangled strands around her face, and she wished she could hide behind it forever rather than face whoever had entered… But squinting against the dim light filtering through the cracks in the door, she could still clearly see Vi standing there, arms crossed as a smirk played on her lips. “Sleep well?” she asked, her voice dripping with mock concern.

Zelia’s mind raced, staring as she searched for a response… some justification, some excuse, some way to reclaim her pride. No matter how she thought, however, there was no escape from the crushing weight of her actions. She had always prided herself on her independence, her resolute refusal to bow to Piltover’s oppression… and she had given in so easily.

Some ‘Blue Shadow’ she turned out to be. Jinx would have been ashamed.

Zelia tried to push herself up, but her body protested, every muscle screaming in pain. She settled for glaring up at Vi, her wolf ears twitching with irritation. “Better than being out there with your goons chasing me,” she muttered, her voice hoarse from lack of use. "It's actually an upgrade here. I'm feeling quite comfortable."

"I believe it," Vi chided, her tone mocking. "Sounds to me like you had a great time, being Zaun’s little Enforcer slut. Didn’t you?

Zelia’s fur-covered ears flattened against her head, a low growl rumbling in her throat. "Fuck you, Vi," she spat, her voice weak but defiant. "You’re the real traitor here. Selling out your own people to Piltover’s lapdogs."

Vi chuckled, crouching down so they were at eye level. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. But guts alone won’t save you, thief. You’re lucky Caitlyn’s feeling generous with you.”

Zelia snorted, pushing herself up onto her elbows. “Generous? She’s got a funny way of showing it.”

Vi’s smirk widened, her blue eyes glinting with something dangerous. “Yeah, well, you don’t exactly make things easy for us, do you?” She leaned closer, her breath warm against Zelia’s face. “I thought you would have learned some manners after last night. Maybe I need to teach you a few more.”Zelia’s heart skipped a beat, but she held Vi’s gaze, refusing to show any weakness. “I’d like to see you try,” she said, her tone as defiant as she could manage, bolstered a little now that she was no longer starving.

Vi’s hand darted forward and her fingers tangled in Zelia’s bright blue hair. With a sharp yank, she dragged the handcuffed vastaya to her knees. "You think you’re tough, huh? Watch your mouth, brat," Vi snarled, forcing Zelia forward on her hands and knees. "Or I’ll give you something else to do with it."

Zelia’s cheeks burned with humiliation as Vi used her hair like a leash, leading her like a dog to the bare metal chair where Caitlyn had been sitting and eating yesterday. She straightened her spine, determined not to appear as broken as she felt. Whatever came next, she wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing her defeated. But deep down, a traitorous voice whispered that it was already too late.

The athletic Enforcer sat, roughly pulling Zelia’s head so that her cheek rested on her lap. "You know," Vi mused, her fingers idly combing through Zelia’s hair, "I’ve always wondered about this blue dye job of yours. Trying to play hero, huh? Thinking you’re the next Jinx?"

Zelia’s heart raced, pride and fear warring within her. The thought of her hero, the infamous anarchist who had stood up to Piltover’s tyranny, only deepened Zelia’s self-loathing when she thought about how she had given in. She had dreamed of following in Jinx’s footsteps, of being a thorn in the Enforcers’ side. Now, she was just another conquered Zaunite, selling herself for a moment’s comfort. "Jinx is a hero," she said fiercely, forcing those humiliating thoughts away. "She did more for Zaun than you ever will, traitor."

Vi’s grip tightened painfully. "Is that so?" she asked, her voice dangerously soft. "And what exactly did my dear sister do for Zaun, little wolf? Besides chaos and destruction?" Vi’s laugh was hollow, devoid of any real mirth. "Oh, you poor, misguided little thing," she said, her fingers still tangled in Zelia’s blue locks. "I love my sister… but that doesn’t mean I have any illusions about what she accomplished."

Zelia’s ears twitched, sensing the shift in Vi’s tone. She tried to pull away, but Vi’s grip was iron-tight. "Let me enlighten you about your so-called hero," Vi continued, her voice hard. "Jinx’s grand plan? It nearly got Zaun destroyed. Gave it completely to the crime lords and a cult of maniacs. Got the city invaded by Noxus. It created thousands of orphans, both here and in Piltover. Orphans just like us, kid."

The words hit Zelia like a punch to the gut. She wanted to argue, to defend her idol, but memories of green, smoke-filled streets and crying children flooded her mind.

Vi leaned in close, her breath hot against Zelia’s ear. "You want to know who’s really trying to help Zaun? It’s Caitlyn Kiramman. That woman you hate so much? She’s doing more for the Undercity than anyone else has ever done… even Vander."

"Liar," Zelia whispered. She wished the exhaustion in her voice didn’t stop her conviction from sounding so brittle, even to her own ears.

The sudden glint of metal caught Zelia’s eye. Her heart nearly stopped as Vi pulled a knife from her belt and pressed it against Zelia’s scalp. The vastaya froze abruptly, unable to even twitch.

"Time to fix this little misunderstanding," Vi said softly.

Panic flooded Zelia’s veins. "What are you doing?" she gasped, trying to jerk away.

"Hold still," Vi commanded, tightening her grip. "Unless you want me to nick those pretty ears of yours."

The cold blade slid across Zelia’s scalp, and she felt the first strands of her beloved blue hair fall away. Shame and helplessness washed over her in waves. "Please," Zelia whimpered, her earlier defiance crumbling. "Don’t—"

“This color doesn’t suit you,” Vi said, her voice low and intense. “You don’t deserve it.”

Zelia’s breath hitched, her fingers curling into fists as she tried to pull away… But Vi’s grip was unyielding, her strength unquestionable. “Let go of me,” Zelia growled, her voice seething with anger.

But Vi continued, methodically shearing away Zelia’s hair, carefully maneuvering around her pointed ears. Each pass of the blade, each tug and bite of the blade severing her hair, felt like a piece of Zelia’s identity being stripped away. It was like a betrayal, a violation of who she was. The blue hair had been her tribute to Jinx, her connection to the freedom and defiance she represented, her way of spitting on Piltover. Now, piece by piece, it was being stripped away until she was just another nameless orphan in the Undercity.

The knife caught on her skin, drawing a thin line of blood. Zelia hissed in pain but didn’t dare move, acutely aware of how close the blade was to her skin.

"Almost done," Vi murmured, almost gently. "You’ll thank me for this one day, kid. Trust me."

As the last of her blue hair fell away, though, Zelia didn’t feel gratitude… she felt nothing but hollow despair. Tears stung Zelia’s eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Instead, she glared at Vi. “You’re wasting your time,” she spat. “This doesn’t change anything.”

Vi reached down and lifted her hand back up, holding up a handful of the blue stands like a trophy. “There,” she said, her voice laced with satisfaction. “Now you look more like yourself.”

Vi undid the cuffs on her wrists, and Zelia’s hands went immediately to her head, her fingers brushing against the uneven stubble where her hair used to be. The loss felt almost like a punch to the stomach, like a weight had been dropped on her. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she fought to keep her composure. “Don’t touch me,” she snarled, her voice low and venomous.

Vi raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by Zelia’s reaction. “Still feeling like a rebellious child instead of a grown woman, I see.” She dropped the tufts of her hair, straightening up, her expression hardening. “Now… since you’ve already shown us what kind of a whore you are, we’re going to see what else we can get you to do.”

Zelia pushed herself a few feet away from Vi. Her legs were weak and unsteady, but she could manage that much at least. She met Vi’s gaze, her golden eyes blazing with anger. “You think you can break me? Go ahead and try.”

Vi’s lips curled into a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Oh, I’m going to. You’re making me.” The two women stared each other down, neither willing to back down. The room seemed to shrink around them, the air thick with tension. Zelia could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins, her heart pounding. She wasn’t letting Vi win, not now, not ever.

“You’re making this way harder than it needs to be,” Vi said finally, her voice low and dangerous. The room seemed to grow colder as Vi stood up, towering over the shaven-headed Vastaya. The wolf watched as the red-haired woman unbuttoned her Enforcer's coat, letting it drop to the floor with a heavy thud. The clatter of the metal buckles hitting the ground was like thunder in the ensuing silence. Beneath it, she wore a simple black tank top, hugging her broad shoulders and rippling abs. Zelia couldn't help but stare at the intimidating figure before her. . The tattoos across her arms held her gaze captive, stark black against the pale light of her skin.

With a practiced motion, Vi peeled off her shirt. Zelia stared as more and more of Vi’s body was exposed. In the basement’s dim lightt, Zelia's eyes were drawn to Vi's bare torso. The defined muscles rippled beneath her smooth skin, almost like a work of art. And there, in the center, were two pierced nipples that caught the light and glinted like delicate jewels that contrasted sharply with the rough, hard muscle of her abdomen. The Enforcer ran her hands through her messy red hair, spiking it up even more, but her eyes never left Zelia's. Then, slowly, she began to stretch, her muscles flexing like coiled springs as she arched her back and reached for the stained ceiling.

Zelia didn't know whether to be terrified or aroused, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched Vi's rippling abs contract and expand. She had once admired this woman… most Fissure kids had. She was so strong, fierce, and undeniably attractive… and she had let them all down so hard. The sharp lines of her body and its strength were a sharp contrast with the life Zelia had been forced to lead in the Undercity's shadows. Vi stretched with practiced ease, her limber body a reminder of the harsh reality that they were no longer on equal footing… Vi wasn’t a whelp starving in the Fissures any longer. Zelia hated her for that, hated her for the way she had given in and given Piltover what it wanted… much the same way she had. In Vi’s weakness, Zelia had to admit she could see the echoes of her own.

As the muscular Enforcer finished her stretching, her icy blue eyes locked onto Zelia's, a cold determination burning within them. Her bare feet padded silently across the grimy floor as she stalked her prey. Zelia tried to back away, but her balance was unsteady and weak.

As Vi lunged, Zelia's instincts kicked in; she was too fast, too strong. Zelia's nails raked against Vi's skin, leaving tiny, bloody trails, but it wasn’t enough. Vi pinned her easily, and when Zelia opened her mouth to scream, Vi's meaty palm clamped down, muffling her cries. Pain shot through Zelia's body as Vi's weight pressed down on her. Her mind raced, searching for an escape, but her body was numb with fear. She could feel Vi's hot breath on her neck, the warmth of her skin against hers, and the muscles of her arms straining as she held Zelia down.

"Stop struggling," Vi whispered harshly in Zelia's ear. "You'll only make it worse for yourself."

Zelia wanted to fight back, to scream and kick and bite, but all she could do was whimper weakly as the tears she’d been fighting back broke free. "Why are you doing this?" Zelia managed to choke out.

"Because I have to," Vi replied softly. "It's my job. It’s what’s right. You need to be made to understand."

Zelia stared at Vi in disbelief. How could someone be so heartless? So willing to hurt others just because it was their job?

Vi must have seen the disbelief on Zelia's face because she smiled. "We're not so different, you and me," she said softly. "Isn’t that the same thing you’ve been doing in the Undercity? Stealing and lying and hurting just to survive? You don't have to do this anymore."

Zelia couldn't believe what she was hearing. The traitor was trying to appeal to her on common ground? "You don't know anything about me," Zelia spat out bitterly.

Vi didn't seem fazed by Zelia's words; instead, she studied Zelia intently before speaking again. "Girl, I was you," she said firmly. "But things have changed. Times have changed... and you're not changing with them."

With one hand, Vi expertly restrained Zelia's thrashing body; with the other, she brought her hand between Zelia's legs. The sudden violation of her personal space sent a wave of revulsion through Zelia, her muscles tensing in protest. Vi's calloused fingers began to probe, roughly probing her wet folds.

Zelia's mind was in turmoil. She couldn't believe what was happening, but her body betrayed her as pleasure began to mingle with the disgust she felt. Vi's touch was skilled and calculated, and Zelia hated that it was affecting her just as strongly as her fingers had days ago, just as much as Caitlyn had managed to drag out of her last night. She tried to hold onto her surge of anger at Vi... Who was she to lecture Zelia about consequences, about times changing? She was the traitor. Zelia was the one who had been forced to live through the nightmare that was the Undercity for the last years, fighting tooth and nail just to survive the brutal gangs. And now this woman, who had betrayed them all and joined forces with their oppressors, was trying to tell her how things should be?

But before Zelia could respond, pleasure shot through her body as Vi’s finger curled against a particularly sensitive spot. Her body responded against her will, betraying the rage and fear she felt towards this woman. "No!" Zelia screamed into Vi's hand, her muffled cries echoing in her ears. Her tail lashed out, wrapping around Vi's wrist in a futile attempt to stop the intrusion. Zelia's eyes shut tight with humiliation, the potent fear of that happening again.

"You might as well enjoy it," Vi hissed in her ear, her hot breath fanning the stubble of the Vastaya's shaved head. "You're mine, little thief. And I can make this as rough or as easy as you decide."

Vi's fingers plunged deeper, barely needing any effort to sink into Zelia’s wet cunt, and the vastaya’s body betrayed her. A low moan escaped her lips, muffled by Vi's hand, as her hips involuntarily ground against the invading digits. With a deliberate push, Vi slid a second finger into Zelia's slick heat, causing a sharp gasp to escape from Zelia's throat. The added intrusion stretched her out further, intensifying the raw sensation of being invaded and overpowered.

Defiance and arousal warred within Zelia as her body betrayed her. Vi's fingers continued their careful, methodical assault, awakening sensations she never had felt with anymore, much less an enemy she hated so much. Her long-neglected body, however, did not seem to have gotten that message. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she whimpered against Vi’s palm, but her pelvic muscles clenched around the Enforcer’s calloused fingers anyway, her hip wriggling not to escape but to bring them deeper into her. Zelia's furry tail coiled around Vi's wrist, squeezing it as much as she could in a desperate attempt to halt the relentless probing, to absolutely no avail. Vi effortlessly pushed through the meager resistance… she didn’t even slow down and neither did her fingers as she probed and stroked the vastaya’s twitching cunt.

The sound of Zelia's moans filled the cramped space, mingling with the sounds of Vi's fingers thrusting into her. Zelia couldn't believe her body was responding n such a humiliating way when she was being so utterly degraded. She tried to fight it, to push back against the invading fingers or to shove Vi off of her, but every time she tried, Vi just held her down harder, increasing the pressure until Zelia had no choice but to surrender.

Zelia had never experienced anything like this before. For most of her life, she had been focused solely on survival in the brutal world of the Undercity. There was no time for pleasure or desire; only strength and cunning kept one alive in the trenches. But now, as much as she hated to admit it, Vi was awakening something inside of her that, until yesterday with Caitlyn, she didn't know existed.

Vi's lips left hot trails along Zelia's neck, nipping down her shoulder and along her collarbone as she continued her rough ministrations. The Vastaya could feel a familiar heat building in the pit of her stomach, growing stronger with each thrust of Vi's fingers, her breaths sharper and heavier under the Enforcer’s hand. As Vi mercilessly pinned Zelia down, her fingers relentlessly exploring the vastaya's core as it grew wetter, Zelia tensed with each intrusion. With a burst of strength born from desperation, Zelia threw herself away from Vi’s grasp as hard as she could, but Vi wasn’t about to let her go. The Enforcer's hand moved down, fingers closing like a vice around Zelia's throat, cutting off her air supply and sending shockwaves of panic through the vastaya's body. Each second felt like an eternity as Vi's grip tightened, forcing Zelia to gasp for precious breath that eluded her grasp. Desperation painted Zelia's features with a stark realization of her vulnerability as she struggled against the relentless force that pinned her in place, rendering her helpless in the face of Vi's unyielding strength.

Gasping for breath as Vi's grip around her neck tightened, Zelia's hands desperately clawed at the Enforcer's wrists, trying to push her away. Her tail whipped frantically, attempting to dislodge Vi's hand, but to no avail. "Stop... D-Damn you, Vi!" she choked out, her words coming out in ragged pants. "You... bitch... just... just... aah!" Her protests devolved into moans of pleasure as Vi effortlessly slid a third finger into her. The three fingers together were thicker than the false cock Caitlyn has used on her last night, and the way they stretched her should have been painful. It was, a little… but it also ignited a fire within her that she was desperate to deny, along with how easy it had seemed for Vi to push into her.

Vi's smug smirk sent a shiver down Zelia's spine, and she knew her tormentor was all too aware of the effect she was having. "I don’t think so," Vi purred. "Your body is so responsive... even when you didn't want it to be." With each word, she curled her fingers inside Zelia, sending shards of pleasure-pain through her body that had the vastaya gasping and shuddering, pulling in ragged breaths tinged with undeniable lust

Lost in the haze of arousal and humiliation, Zelia's golden eyes bore into Vi's icy blue irises, the two women locked in a battle of wills. Sweat beaded on Zelia's brow as her heart raced, the drugs in the air heightening her senses to the point of near-madness. The world around them seemed to disappear as their bodies ground against each other, the only sounds in the room their ragged breaths and the wet, wanton noises that escaped from Zelia's lips.

Zelia's world narrowed to the vice-like grip on her neck and the invasive digits invading her depths. As Vi delved further into her interrogation, Zelia found herself pushed to the brink, her body wracked with a tumult of sensations that bordered on unbearable. The agony and ecstasy intertwined, each pulse of pain and pleasure amplified by the crushing weight of not being able to draw in a breath. Her chest heaved with an intensity matching the burning ache in her cunt, every gasp denied fueling the fire within her as much as the searing torment elsewhere. Both her hands now clawed at Vi's wrists, desperate to loosen the suffocating hold, but the Enforcer's grasp only tightened, merciless in its dominance.

Zelia's mind was a jumbled mess, her thoughts fragmented and chaotic as Vi kept pushing her limits, pumping her fingers, twisting them back and forth, the feeling of Vi’s knuckles rasping over her walls making Zelia cry out. The Vastaya couldn't remember having ever been so thoroughly dominated, so completely at the mercy of someone else. Even Rasco, who practically owned her life and her death, had never controlled her this utterly. It both terrified and aroused her in equal measure, and she found herself struggling against the conflicting desires inside her.

A moan escaped Zelia's lips as Vi curled her fingers inside of her again, hitting the spot deep within that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. Her hips bucked uncontrollably, seeking more contact with Vi's hand even as she tried to deny the sensations coursing through her.

Her vision started to blur as spots of blackness danced before her golden eyes. Just when she thought she would black out, Vi relented ever so slightly, easing her chokehold enough for Zelia to gasp in a single desperate breath. The stolen oxygen, as meager as it was, reignited a spark of life inside the Vastaya girl, giving her energy to struggle against Vi once again. Her fur-covered ears flicked as if to ward off the overwhelming sensations battering her senses. Her tail, still wrapped around Vi's wrist, squeezed again. None of it made any difference. It was like the vastaya's body, an instrument of her betrayal, had been reduced to a doll that could do nothing but respond to the sensations that Vi forced on it, and her juices flowed freely down Vi's relentless hand, the proof of her shame dripping onto the concrete floor.

Vi's fingers plunged relentlessly into Zelia's depths as she tightened her grip around the vastaya girl's neck, eliciting a muffled, fractured moan. "You know you want this," she purred in her ear. "You're a fighter, Zelia… but not all fights are worth fighting. Tell me where the key is, thief.” Vi added emphasis by grinding her thumb into the pinned woman’s clit in a way that made her whole body squirm like it had been set on fire. “Just give us back the Kiramman key, and you can cum.”

Vi relaxed the grip on her neck just a little… and for a fleeting moment, Zelia considered giving in, letting the traitor and the sheriff have their way. It was… tempting, and it shouldn’t have been. Not entirely because of the pleasure either… despair was an even bigger influence.

When Zelia had been taken in and given a "home" by Rasco, she’dd thought it a blessing. It wasn't... in hindsight, it might have been one of the worst things that could have happened to her. She had been a naïve girl then, even after being orphaned, and she hadn't yet realized all the ways life could be cruel. Rasco was scum and a letch, and the only thing that saved her from him was that he - generally - preferred his whores older and with more meat on their bones. That wouldn't save her forever, though... she knew she had to get away. For a while, with the war between the Chem-Baron, the rise of Zaun as a nation, Sevika's elevation to the council... she had hoped that things would change. That she could be safe here. Those hopes had died, however... It was why she had dedicated herself to this scheme.

But now, as she lay at the mercy of Vi and the bitch traitor, her mind ensconced in pleasure and pain, Zelia couldn't help but wonder if this was really how it would end for her. She was going to end up someone's whore after all. Rasco's, or the Enforcers.

Why not give in, and tell them what they wanted to know? In that fleeting moment where she considered it, Zelia felt a surge of despair wash over her. What did any of it matter anymore? Her life was already ruined. She would never see her parents again. They’d been swallowed in a wave of green smoke that didn’t hear cries for mercy. She had no home anymore. Even if she managed to escape this predicament, Rasco would still be after her, his vengeance unrelenting.

Then, her defiance reared its head, snuffing out her fears. She couldn't submit. That was also the only reason she had to hold on. Her only way out, the only way out that existed, was through that key.

"Go fuck yourself," Zelia growled out between gritted teeth, summoning every ounce of defiance she could muster.

A smirk crept onto Vi's face as she tightened her choking grip once more. “I'd rather fuck you," she purred, her eyes flashing with lust and malice. Then she began to push the hand inside of her forward again.

A confused expression flashed across Zelia's face. It felt like Vi was stretching her further, but it was different… not like the rest of this invasion had been. Instead of the sensations she was already all too familiar with, it felt like Vi was trying to pry her apart, as if she had hooked the fingers of both hands around the edges of her cunt and was pulling them apart as her fingers quested deeper and deeper inside of Zelia’s already-stretched pussy. Then the realization hit her like a bolt of lightning: Vi was attempting to push her entire hand inside her.

"Impossible!" she gasped, her voice a mixture of fear and disbelief. Panic set in as she tried to comprehend the absurdity of the situation. She writhed against her restraints, desperately trying to escape this humiliating and agonizing experience. "This can't be happening!" she screamed, her thoughts racing with images of Vi wearing her like one of those infamous huge gloves. “It won’t fit! You can’t do this!” Her body shuddered, both from the intrusion and the idea of being made a mockery of in such a way.

Vi didn’t even dignify her protests with a response, instead continuing to push slowly and steadily inside, twisting her hand back and forth to open Zelia up. The pain was excruciating. It felt like she was being ripped apart. She could feel her body stretching and tearing with each inch that Vi's hand pushed further in. Desperately, she tried to reason with the Enforcer. "You're going to kill me!” she pleaded. “I… I can’t tell you where the damned key is if I’m dead!” Fear laced her every syllable, and for once, she meant every word… there was nothing conflicted or uncertain about it. There was no way what Vi was trying to do was possible… the Vastaya was completely certain that she would tear in half if the Enforcer tried.

Vi, however, only smirked as she watched Zelia's face contort in disbelief. "Oh, don’t be so overdramatic, Puppy,” she said, her voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "This isn't going to kill you." She resumed the agonizingly slow process of sliding her hand deeper into Zelia's quivering depths. The Vastaya's muscles clenched around her fist as if trying to force Vi out, but the Enforcer's grip was unyielding.

With each centimeter she penetrated, Vi's smirk widened. "You dead yet, thief?" she purred, her voice low and predatorial. "Still with me? Or have I sent you to the next world already?” She choked the struggling thief just enough to muffle her screams but not enough to render her unconscious.

With a sickening squelch, Zelia felt something give... and abruptly Vi's entire hand forced through her resistance and sank rapidly into Zelia's body. The Vastaya's eyes bulged in shock and pain, struggling for air as her body trembled with indignation at the invasion. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room, mixing with Zelia's muffled cries and the overpowering smell of blood and sweat. As she felt the intense agony coursing through her, Zelia could only look down in disbelief that she had survived this brutal test of endurance and strength. She gritted her teeth and strained against Vi's powerful grip, determined not to give in to the overwhelming urge to scream out in agony. Vi's voice was laced with twisted pride as she chuckled. "There we go! I knew you had it in you."

Vi started to move her fist inside Zelia's abdomen, sending fresh waves of pain and humiliation through the helpless thief. "See? Still alive. Told you," Vi continued, her voice laced with perverse amusement. "Although I can’t promise you won’t wish it were otherwise."

"N-no," Zelia whimpered, her voice strained. "Please... stop."

Vi smirked even wider, her eyes boring into Zelia's. "What's that, Puppy? I can't hear you over the sound of your insides stretching." She chuckled wickedly and tightened her grip on the Vastaya's neck just enough to remind her who was in control.

"T-t-take it out!” Zelia sputtered, her voice raw from the dual assault on her body and her pride. "J-just stop, p-please."

Vi smirked, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Oh, I don't think so," she purred. "We're just getting started."

With agonizing slowness, Vi began to curl her fingers inside Zelia's stretched cunt. The vastaya felt herself stretching even further, her insides shifting to accommodate the impossible intrusion, her thighs kicking to try to make more room that simply wasn’t there. The mixture of searing pain and an intense, unwanted fullness made her entire body quake. She could feel every minute movement, every twitch of Vi's fingers as they explored her most intimate depths.

"Look at that," Vi purred, her voice low and dangerous. "Your body's so eager to take me in, isn't it?"

Zelia's breath came in ragged gasps as she felt Vi's fingertips sliding against her sensitive inner walls. The sensation was overwhelming... it hurt so, so, so badly, but amidst the pain was a reluctant, shameful pleasure that made her toes curl involuntarily.

"Watch closely," Vi purred, her voice a mix of satisfaction and anticipation. "You're about to see something amazing."

Zelia's golden eyes widened in horror as she looked down at her stomach. There, just above her hip, she could see a small bulge forming under her skin. It pulsed and shifted with each movement of Vi's hand, a visible reminder of the violation she was enduring growing more pronounced with each passing second. The sight made her stomach churn with disbelief.

Then Vi punched forward, and Zelia could no longer think about the key, her humiliation, the fact she had been turned into a glove for the Enforcer, or anything else. Zelia's world became a torrent of white-hot agony and unadulterated, insane pleasure as Vi's fist plunged deep into her, the knuckles dragging against her defenseless insides. Her vision swam, her mind struggling to process the sensations coursing through her body. She was vaguely aware of her pathetic whimpers escaping her constricted throat, betraying her best efforts to maintain an air of defiance as she felt herself being used like a common fucktoy.

The muscles of her pussy involuntarily clenched around Vi's invading fist, a futile attempt to ease the building pressure within her. The pressure grew with every relentless piston of the Enforcer's fist. Sweat beaded down Zelia's face and even the shaved remnants of her hair felt soaked with sweat, every nerve in her body aflame.

"S-stop... P-please..." she gasped, her once-defiant voice reduced to a strained whine. It was as close to a concession as she would ever come, and the knowledge stung her pride almost as much as the intrusion itself. “I’ll… I’ll tell you…” she lied, desperate to make this stop for even a moment.

Vi, however, was not fooled. The muscular woman’s response was a mocking chuckle, her grip on Zelia's neck loosening just enough to allow her captive to breathe more easily. "No, you won’t,” Vi purred in her ear, her breath hot and teasing. "You aren’t ready to do that yet. Before I stop, I need to know you mean it."

Despite the haze of pleasure clouding her thoughts, the Vastaya's defiance refused to die. "Go... to... hel-" she gasped before a particularly hard thrust cut off her retort. Her golden eyes flared, and her pupils widened even more until the gold all but vanished, her body shuddering in unadulterated bliss. A high-pitched moan escaped her lips, tinged with the desperation of a woman on the edge.

Zelia's world narrowed down to the relentless pounding of Vi's fist inside her. The stretching, the fullness, the way Vi's knuckles brushed against her cervix each time she plunged forward—it was almost too much to bear. Her vision threatened to tunnel, her golden eyes squeezing shut as she tried desperately to hold onto her sanity. Her body trembled with the effort of resisting the onslaught of pleasure, her cunt squeezing around the Enforcer’s fist. She was going to cum for them, again… and Zelia wasn’t even sure if that was a good thing or not. It was shameful, but it felt so good. Vi wasn’t even holding her down anymore… she didn’t need to. Zelia’s arms were limp at her sides, her fingers doing little but curling and twitching as she spasmed.

In the end, however, it didn’t matter if she wanted it or not… Vi took the decision out of her hands. As Zelia teetered on the brink of the second real orgasm of her life, The tempo slowed, the pressure easing just enough to leave her trapped on the edge, gasping for release. Zelia's eyes flew open, her stubble-covered head turned slightly to glare at the Enforcer. Her hands balled into fists, nails digging crescents into her palms. She would not beg. She would not give her the satisfaction.

Zelia's ragged breaths were interrupted by Caitlyn's voice, cool and teasing, cutting through the haze of her torment. "My, my, Zelia," she drawled, her tone dripping with mockery. "You really are a needy little slut, aren't you? Look at you, squirming all over Vi's fist like it's the only thing keeping you alive."

Zelia's head snapped toward the sound, her golden eyes wide with shock as she saw Caitlyn sitting casually on the same chair Vi had used earlier, her legs crossed elegantly. The Enforcer’s piercing gaze was fixed on Zelia, her lips curled into a smirk that made the Vastaya's cheeks burn with humiliation. Caitlyn’s presence in the room felt like an added layer of degradation, watching her so calmly while Vi continued to violate her.

"Oh, don't look so surprised," Caitlyn continued, her voice smooth and unhurried. "You’ve already proven how eager you are to please us. First, you ride me, and now this... It seems you can't get enough of being our toy, can you?"

Zelia’s lips parted, but no words came out. Her mind struggled to process the situation, her pride warring with the undeniable truth of Caitlyn's words. She had done what Caitlyn wanted from her, and her body was letting Vi do what she wanted. The realization and guilt that came with it made her stomach churn with self-loathing, but her body betrayed her again as Vi's fist moved within her, sending mind-obliterating waves of sensation coursing through her trembling form.

Zelia's breath hitched as Caitlyn slowly rose from her chair, her movements deliberate and graceful. The Enforcer unbuttoned her boots one by one, peeling them off with an air of casual elegance. Then, she stepped out of her pants, revealing her long, toned legs. Zelia's eyes followed the smooth contours of Caitlyn's thighs, her mind struggling to process the sight even as Vi's fist kept her grounded in the present.

Caitlyn stood over Zelia, positioning herself so that one foot was on either side of the vastaya's head. Zelia found herself staring directly up at Caitlyn's most intimate area, her golden eyes wide with a mix of awe and humiliation. Caitlyn's pussy was mostly shaved, save for a small tuft of blue-black hair that matched the color of her uniform. It was pristine, beautiful, and every bit as aristocratic and perfect as Zelia would have imagined, belonging to a rich Piltie bitch.

The contrast between the raw, primal act of Vi's fisting and the refined beauty of Caitlyn's appearance was jarring, yet somehow fitting. Zelia's heart pounded in her chest, her body betraying her once again as she felt the familiar tightening in her lower abdomen. She wanted to look away, to deny the situation, but her gaze was locked onto Caitlyn's flawless form, her pride crumbling under the pressure of what was being done to her.

"Well, Zelia?" Caitlyn purred, her voice smooth and teasing. "Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to stare?"

Without warning, Caitlyn lowered herself onto Zelia's face, her pussy pressing directly against the vastaya's mouth. The scent of her arousal hit Zelia like a hammer to the skull, colliding with the feelings Vi was already forcing upon her. Caitlyn's thighs pressed against either side of Zelia's head, trapping her in place as she settled into position.

Zelia's golden eyes widened in shock, her mind reeling from the sudden invasion of her senses. She could taste Caitlyn now, the tangy flavor of her arousal filling her mouth, every breath filled with her scent. It was an entirely new experience for the young thief and one that filled her with a deep sense of humiliation. Never before had she been so utterly controlled and owned, so completely at the mercy of two women who seemed to revel in her domination.

Zelia could have bitten. She could have opened her mouth and tried to snap it shut, leaving the Enforcer bitch yelping as she limped away. With Vi's hand inside of her, however, it was hard to think about anything except how intensely vulnerable she was... how much it felt like the redhead had her powerful hand wrapped right around Zelia's soul.

Vi's voice cut through the haze of confusion and desire, sharp and commanding. "If you want to cum, Puppy, you're going to have to do something else for us. Lick her,” the redhead commanded. “Show Caitlyn the kind of pleasure you want to feel."

The words sent a shiver of shame through Zelia, but the desperate need to release the pressure building inside her left her with little choice. Each punch of Vi's fist sent a tidal wave through her body, obliterating any coherent thought and leaving her with only raw instinct. It wasn't all pleasure, but all of it did make her desperately long to cum. Her body betrayed her once again and her tongue darted out to meet Caitlyn's wet folds.

Zelia's lips parted, and she began to lick, her movements hesitant at first but growing more urgent as the waves of pleasure intensified. Caitlyn moaned softly above her, her fingers threading through Zelia's stubble-covered scalp as she guided the vastaya's mouth to her most sensitive spots.

Zelia's world narrowed down to the task at hand, her pride crumbling under the weight of her desires. The vVastaya's tongue moved clumsily but instinctively, tasting the slick, musky flavor of Caitlyn's arousal as she laved the Enforcer’s folds with long, quick strokes, sometimes shoving inside her cunt. The tangy, almost metallic taste filled her mouth, mingling with the scents of sweat and desire that clung to the Enforcer’s thighs. Each flick of her tongue against Caitlyn's sensitive folds sent a jolt of humiliation through her, but it was overshadowed by the feeling of Vi's fist inside her own body.

Caitlyn's moans grew louder as Zelia's licks became more deliberate, her movements driven by a desperate need to bring the Enforcer to climax as she used her keen sense of hearing to guide her. Each time Vi's fist plunged deep into Zelia's stretched cunt, the vastaya gasped around Caitlyn's pussy, her body jerked and spasmed crazily. The mounting pressure was unbearable, an intoxicating cocktail that left her teetering on the edge of release.

"That's it, Puppy," Vi purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Make her cum. Worship her. Make it good, and maybe you'll get to feel that good as well... because I promise you, you won't cum before she does."

Zelia's golden eyes fluttered shut as she focused on the task at hand, her tongue darting between Caitlyn's folds, seeking out the most sensitive spots. She could feel Caitlyn's hips shifting slightly, guiding her movements, and the Enforcer's fingers tightened in her stubble-covered hair, urging her on.

The taste of Caitlyn's arousal was intoxicating, each lick sending a wave of heat through Zelia's body. She could feel the wetness coating her lips, the sticky residue clinging to her chin as she continued her ministrations. Each gasp and moan from Caitlyn echoed in her ears, fueling her determination to bring the eEnforcer to orgasm, no longer caring about how utterly degrading the noises of her sloppily eating Caitlyn out were.

Vi's fist continued its relentless rhythm inside Zelia, and the sensation of being stretched so completely was both agonizing and exhilarating, leaving her breathless and desperate for release. “Almost there, Puppy," Vi drawled, her voice low and teasing. "You better make Caitlyn cum soon, or I might just keep going until you pass out."

Zelia's heart pounded in her chest as she redoubled her efforts, her tongue flicking faster and more deliberately against Caitlyn's clit. The Enforcer's moans grew louder, each one a sharp reminder of the humiliation she was enduring. Caitlyn's hips bucked rhythmically against Zelia's face, her movements guided by the relentless thrusting of Vi's fist inside her. The pressure building inside Zelia was reaching a fever pitch, her body trembling, her breaths wracking with sobs

As if sensing Zelia's desperation, Caitlyn's hands moved from her stubble-covered scalp to her breasts, their touch firm and commanding. Zelia gasped around Caitlyn's pussy, the sudden attention to her sensitive flesh sending a jolt of arousal through her already overwhelmed body. Caitlyn's fingers dug into her flesh, squeezing and kneading her breasts. The sensation was both painful and pleasurable, the contrast heightening Zelia's awareness of her vulnerability.

Caitlyn's thumbs brushed over Zelia's nipples, eliciting a sharp gasp from the vastaya. The sensitivity in her breasts was almost unbearable, each flick of Caitlyn's fingers sending waves of pleasure radiating through her body. Zelia's nipples hardened under the assault, the delicate buds standing out starkly against the dark skin of her chest. Caitlyn's grip tightened, her fingers pinching and rolling the tender flesh as she continued to ride Zelia's face.

The added stimulation was almost too much for Zelia to bear. Each squeeze of Caitlyn's hands on her breasts sent a shockwave through her body that contrasted with the feeling of how full VI’s fist made her feel. Zelia breathed rapidly as she struggled to maintain her focus on the task at hand. The pressure building inside her was nearing its breaking point, and she felt like she was going to pop like an overfilled chem-balloon.

Caitlyn's moans grew louder, her voice dripping with satisfaction. Zelia could feel the Enforcer's thighs tightening around her head, the pressure increasing as Caitlyn's orgasm drew nearer. With each thrust of Vi's fist, Zelia's body trembled, the sensations overwhelming her senses. The taste of Caitlyn's arousal was all that she could taste, all that was filling her mouth. Caitlyn's fingers tightened in her hair, urging her on, while her hands continued to squeeze and pinch Zelia's breasts, rolling her nipples in between her fingers and occasionally pinching them. Like with the fist inside of her, the combination of physical pain and sexual pleasure was almost too much to bear, leaving Zelia teetering on the edge of a release she wasn’t permitted to reach.

"Yes... yes, that's it," Caitlyn gasped, her voice breaking with pleasure. "That's a good, good Puppy..."

Zelia's mind was a haze of sensation, her body betraying her as she continued to pleasure Caitlyn. The taste, the smell, the sound of Caitlyn's moans—it all blended together, driving her closer to the edge. She knew she had to make Caitlyn cum, had to earn her own release, and the thought spurred her on even as her body screamed for relief. It was the only thing that mattered right now.

Zelia's muffled gasps were barely audible beneath Caitlyn's smothering cunt, her air supply limited to the occasional breath she could steal between licks and moans. The Enforcer’s thighs pressed firmly against either side of her head as Caitlyn leaned forward, the additional pressure trapping the Vastaya completely in place and blurring the world around her into nothing but the space between Caitlyn’s legs. Then, she heard it—the soft sound of lips meeting, the faint wet smacking.

For a moment, Zelia was confused... then a new shiver of humiliation shuddered through her as she realized what was happening. Caitlyn was kissing Vi. She couldn’t see it, but her mind conjured the image perfectly: The two Enforcers with their lips locked together, their bodies leaning over hers as they shared a moment of intimacy while using her like a disposable toy. The thought made her stomach churn... but also filled her with a strange, consuming lust that threatened to drive her insane. Her body spasmed weakly beneath them, her tongue still working to bring Caitlyn to climax.

The kiss grew more intense, the sounds of their mouths meeting filling Zelia's mind. Caitlyn’s thighs tightened around Zelia’s head, cutting off her air even further, and the vastaya’s golden eyes fluttered shut as her lungs threatened to explode. Then, without warning, Caitlyn’s body stiffened above her. Her thighs clamped down like a vice, and Zelia felt the Enforcer’s orgasm wash over her. Caitlyn’s juices flooded Zelia’s mouth, warm and tangy, splattering across her face as the Enforcer cried out in pleasure. The taste and smell of Caitlyn’s release filled Zelia’s senses, overwhelming her as she continued to lick and swallow, her body trembling with the effort.

As soon as Caitlyn’s climax subsided, Zelia felt something new—a warm, wet tongue pressing against her clit. Vi’s touch was relentless, her tongue flicking and circling with practiced precision. The sudden addition of another layer of stimulation was far, far too much for Zelia to take. Her body convulsed, her muscles clenching around Vi’s fist as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She screamed into Caitlyn’s pussy, her voice muffled but filled with release. The intensity was so great that she nearly blacked out, her vision swimming as her body surrendered.

The orgasm didn't actually knock Zelia out, but it came close. For several long minutes, her mind was a blank slate, her body twitching and shuddering with aftershocks that rippled through her like waves on the ocean. When she finally regained enough clarity to focus, she found Caitlyn sprawled beside her on the floor, one long leg draped casually over her sweat-soaked body. Even now, freshly after having used her body to cum, the Sheriff was still half dressed, far more than Zelia was, and being this close to her was just as degrading as now as it had been last night. Caitlyn, however, didn't seem to care... The Enforcer's fingers were idly toying with Zelia’s breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples with a lazy confidence that made Zelia’s cheeks burn.

Vi’s fist remained buried deep inside her, unmoving now. Still, every so often, the Enforcer’s fingertips would brush against her sensitive walls, sending fresh tremors of pleasure coursing through Zelia’s exhausted frame. She shuddered involuntarily, her golden eyes flickering open to meet Vi’s icy blue gaze. The redhead leaned forward, her smirk sharp and triumphant as she loomed over the Vastaya.

“So,” Vi drawled, her voice dripping with mockery, “who licks Enforcer cunt now, bitch?”

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