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"You’re joking," Sevika said, leaning back against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest as she looked the Sheriff of Piltover up and down as stood, shifting uncomfortably in the centre of the room.
“You’ve been bad?” Sevika laughed, the sound a low, incredulous rumble that vibrated in her chest. She tilted her head, a smirk playing on her lips. “You walk into my territory, interrupting my evening, to tell me you’ve been a naughty girl? Please.”
Caitlyn’s face burned, her gaze dropping to the floor, but she didn't leave. Her hands were clenched into fists at her sides.
"And what do you want me to do about it?" Sevika asked, her voice dripping with mockery. She pushed off the doorframe, stalking closer, invading Caitlyn’s personal space. "Write you a ticket? Lock you up? Or is there something else you’re after?"
Caitlyn swallowed hard, her breath hitching. "I... I thought, maybe you could punish me?”
"Interesting," Sevika mused. "So the Sheriff of Piltover wants to be treated like a naughty brat. You want me to blister that tight, high-and-mighty ass of yours until you can’t sit down for a week?"
She shuddered, a full-body wave of anticipation that made her knees go weak. She nodded frantically, the shame burning through her veins like acid.
"Look at you," Sevika sneered, circling behind her. She stopped, leaning in close to her ear, that rich pleasant musky scent filling her senses. "You really are a desperate little thing, aren't you?
She finally glanced at Vi, who was hovering near the doorway, her eyes raking over her with disdain. "And your little girlfriend is just going to sit there and watch? Pathetic."
Vi let out a ragged breath, her thighs pressing together so hard she visibly trembled. She was already panting, her mouth hanging slightly open, pupils blown so wide her irises were almost swallowed by black. "Ohh, I’m watching," she confirmed, her voice husky, thick with her own desire. "She’s been needing this. Caitlyn has been wanting to come here for weeks, after last time, she’s not stopped talking about how it made her feel.”
"Is that so?" Sevika drawled, turning her gaze slowly back to the Sheriff standing stiffly in the center of the room. The corner of her mouth ticked upward in a cruel smirk. "Is that true,? Did you enjoy our last little session so much that you’re desperate for another round?"
She felt her face burn, a fresh wave of heat rolling down her neck. She couldn't meet Sevika’s eyes, but she gave a tiny, jerky nod.
She turned to Vi, then back to Caitlyn, tilting her head as if inspecting a strange specimen. "Funny isn't it. How people like you, people with so much responsibility resting on your shoulders..." She stepped closer, invading her space until she could smell the stale smoke on her breath. "You all seem to crave this. Being treated like you're lesser than, to have control taken from you, like a dirty little mutt that needs to be put on a leash and taught how to heel.”
Sevika reached out, trailing a gloved finger down the lapel of her uniform, making the taller woman shiver. "Is that how you want to feel, Sheriff? Do you want to feel somebody else being in charge of you for a little while? Somebody that isn't your girlfriend... so she can just sit back, relax, and enjoy the show without having to worry about breaking you?"
The logic was undeniable, stripping away Caitlyn's defenses in seconds. It was exactly what she had been aching for, articulated in a way that made her knees weak and her cunt throb in unison.
"Yes," she breathed, the confession torn from her. She sounded shocked by her own admission, her eyes wide and glassy as she looked up at Sevika. "Mmm, yes. Please. I want that. I want you to take charge."
"Good," Sevika grunted, stepping back and crooking a finger imperiously. "Get over here."
She scrambled to obey, crossing the room and standing docilely in front of the older woman. Sevika sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress groaning under her weight, her heavy boots planted wide.
"Strip. Slowly. I want to see every layer of that uniform hit the floor," Sevika ordered.
Fingers fumbled with the buttons of her tunic. The blue jacket fell first, then the white shirt, until she was standing in just her bra and trousers. Sevika reached out, not with gentleness, but with rough impatience. She grabbed the waistband of her pants and yanked them down, taking the underwear with them in one swift motion. She gasped as the cool air hit her bare skin, exposing the wetness that had gathered between her thighs.
Across the room, Vi groaned, a low, filthy sound. Her eyes were glued to Caitlyn’s glistening folds, her tongue darting out to wet dry lips as she ground the heel of her hand against her own crotch through her pants.
"Good girl. Get over my knee. Don't make me tell you twice," Sevika commanded, sitting back on the edge of the bed, her heavy boots planted firmly apart.
She didn't hesitate, her body moving on instinct. She draped herself over Sevika’s powerful thighs, but the position wasn't quite right. Sevika clicked her tongue in annoyance.
"You said you needed this?" Sevika growled, her large hand gripping at the curve of her hip and jerking her forward until her head was lower, ass raised. Then, she used her knees to jostle her thighs apart, forcing her legs to spread lewdly. "Let’s do it right then. Legs open. I want to see that hungry little cunt while I beat your ass. Stick it out for me. Arch your back. Present it like the greedy brat you are."
Caitlyn heard herself whimpered, an involuntary sound that slipped out as she shifted her weight. She arched her spine, thrusting her ass up, offering it to Sevika’s mercy. The cool air brushed against her wet folds, making her shiver. She felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and the sheer depravity of it had her pussy clenching around nothing.
Vi let out a choked noise from the chair, her hand finally shoving down the front of her trousers. "Fuck, look at that hole," she breathed, her eyes wide and glassy.
"That's it," Sevika sneered, running a hand over the pale, unmarked skin. "Look at this. You’ve been walking around Piltover with this tight little ass just begging to be reddened. Your girlfriend will boss you around, sure. She’ll tell you exactly how to take it when she fucks you senseless, but she won't punish you, will she? She doesn't have the heart to make it really hurt."
She paused, her hand resting heavily on the small of her back, a silent threat.
“But tell me, Sheriff, what do I get out of this? Why should I waste my time beating your ass?”
"I—I’ll do anything you want," Caitlyn blurted out, her voice muffled, desperate for the contact to start, desperate to be used. "Use me. Whatever you want. Just do it."
"Typical," Sevika scoffed, rolling her eyes. "You think I want to fuck you? You think I want to use your body for a quick ride?" She leaned down "I don't want sexual favours princess. What I get is something much better."
She dug her nails into her flank, just hard enough to sting. "What I get is the knowledge that every time you and your girlfriend walk into a Council meeting, or I see your prim little face in passing on the streets... I’ll know exactly what you look like across my lap. I’ll know that underneath all that duty, all that entitlement, you’re just a desperate little slut who pushed her ass out and begged me to spank it."
Sevika leaned in closer, her breath hot against Caitlyn’s ear. "Nobody else will know why your cheeks turn that shade of pink when you see me. They won't notice you squirming in your seat, trying to find a comfortable position as you remember how your bruised bottom felt after you sat down. But I’ll know, and you’ll know, and that is priceless to me”
Caitlyn groaned, the sound long and broken, a mix of utter humiliation and terrifying arousal. Her face burned, but her cunt throbbed in response to the mental image Sevika painted. "Yes," she breathed, her voice trembling. "Fuck, yes. I’ll remember I did this for you"
"Good," Sevika grunted, raising her hand high. "Then let's really make sure you don't forget."
Smack.
The first blow landed hard, right in the centre of her right cheek.
"Nngh!" she moaned, the sound low and guttural. It hurt, but beneath the sting, a hot flush of pleasure bloomed instantly.
"You need someone who knows how to make it sting," Sevika said, her hand rubbing the spot she’d just hit before raising it again. "Someone who see’s you for a what you are, a spoiled little pain slut who needs her ass beaten raw."
Smack. Smack.
Two blows in quick succession, one on each cheek. Caitlyn’s hips bucked, a louder moan tearing from her throat. "Ah! Yes..."
"Answer me," Sevika demanded, delivering a sharp slap to the underside of her buttock. "Tell me you needed this. Tell me Vi is too soft for a dirty girl like you."
"She is," Caitlyn gasped, her voice trembling as the heat began to spread across her skin. "She's too soft. I... I needed this. I needed someone to really spank me."
"Damn right you did," Sevika grunted. She picked up the pace, her hand falling in a steady, punishing rhythm. Smack. Smack. Smack.
The impacts were heavy, each one sending a shockwave of pain-pleasure through her body. She watched Vi over her shoulder, seeing the desperate need in her girlfriend’s eyes. Vi was practically fucking her own hand now, her breathing coming in harsh, shallow gasps, her mouth open and slack as she watched Caitlyn’s ass jiggle and redden.
The sounds were obscene, the sharp crack of flesh on flesh, the wet slap of her arousal as her pussy shivered and clenched with every impact, and she let out her own uncontrolled moans. She couldn't help it. Every time Sevika’s hand connected, it sent a jolt of electricity straight to her clit. She was grinding down slightly against Sevika’s thigh, chasing the friction, her body wriggling and squirming as the pleasure-pain built to a fever pitch.
"Listen to you," Sevika taunted, pausing to admire the deep red glow in the skin of her backside "Moaning like a whore in the middle of her heat. You love it, don't you? You love having your ass smacked until it burns."
Caitlyn let out a particularly high-pitched whine as Sevika targeted the sensitive sit-spot. "Yes! I love it... it feels so good, Sevika, please..."
Smack! This one was harder than the rest, a heavy, thudding impact that echoed through the room like a gunshot.
"Aah! Fuck!" her entire body jerked forward. The intensity was spiking, the heat in her cheeks turning from a pleasant burn to a deep, throbbing fire. She started to wriggle in earnest, her legs kicking slightly, her ass clenching in a futile attempt to dodge the blows.
"Stay still," Sevika snapped, gripping Caitlyn’s waist tighter to hold her in place. The pain was sharp, biting into her skin, overriding the pleasure for a moment. Instinct took over. She reached back, her hand flying to cover her bright red bottom, trying to shield herself from the next blow.
Sevika caught her wrist in a vice-like grip before she could make contact.
"I don't think so," Sevika snarled, twisting Caitlyn’s arm behind her back and pinning it firmly against her spine. "You don't get to cover up. You asked for this, you little brat. You take everything I give you."
Smacksmacksmacksmacksmack!
The flurry was relentless, a barrage of sharp stinging blows that left Caitlyn sobbing, her body bucking wildly against Sevika’s iron grip. Vi was mesmerised, her hand moving frantically between her legs, her eyes rolling back as she watched the woman she love getting broken.
Sevika finally stopped, her hand resting on her scorching hot, trembling skin. The absence of slapping of skin on skin that followed filled the room, broken only by her ragged, hiccupping sobs and Vi's panting breaths.
Sevika leaned down close to her ear, her voice dropping to a low, husky murmur. "Look at you, crying your eyes out. But you're still wet, aren't you, Princess?"
She slid her free hand between Caitlyn’s thighs, groaning as she felt the slickness there. "Soaking wet. You're a mess, Caitlyn."
"Gods, look at her," Vi whimpered from the chair, sounding wrecked. "She's soaked. I want to taste her so bad."
"Tell me," Sevika demanded, her fingers teasing the entrance of her cunt without pushing inside. Caitlyn gasped, her hips jerking at the contact, the shame burning hot in her chest. "Tell me, does this hurt good? Does this hurt how you want it to?”
She squeezes her eyes shut, her face burning with humiliation, but she couldn't deny it. Even through the tears and the throbbing pain, her body was humming with a dark, twisted arousal. She nodded frantically.
"Say it," Sevika commanded, giving her sore ass a sharp pinch.
"Yes!" Caitlyn sobbed, her voice cracking. "It hurts good. It hurts so good, Sevika."
"Flip over then," Sevika commanded.
Caitlyn hesitated, confused.
"I said flip over. Onto your back. Knees to your chest. Hold them there."
Caitlyn stood up, gingerly on shaky legs before lying on her back across Sevika’s lap, her legs bent up to her chest, holding her ankles, her ass and pussy on full display. The position was even more humiliating, utterly exposing, but the heat in her cheeks was nothing compared to the heat in her core. The position felt precarious, but she could feel the hard muscles of Sevika’s thighs supporting her weight.
She glanced over at the chair where Vi sat, frozen, her eyes wide and hungry, saliva pooling at the corner of her open mouth. "You see this, Vi? You see what she looks like when she's not pretending to be in charge?"
Vi let out a shaky breath, her hands gripping the armrests so hard her knuckles were white, her other hand still working furiously between her legs. "I see it. She's beautiful like that.”
"She loves it," Sevika taunted as she looked back down at her. "Don't you, Princess? You love having your legs spread like this while your girlfriend watches. It makes that tight little cunt drip, doesn't it?"
Vi let out a low moan from the chair, her eyes glued to the glistening mess between her legs. "Gods, Cait... you look so fucking good.."
"Shut up," Sevika snapped without looking at her. "She's not doing this for you. She's doing it because she's a dirty exhibitionist."
Sevika began to spank her again, but this time, the blows landed on the underside of her ass, the sensitive skin, and occasionally grazing her wet, swollen folds.
"Play with yourself," Sevika ordered.
Caitlyn’s eyes went wide. "Here? While you..?"
"Did I stutter? Rub that clit. Show us how much you love being spanked."
Caitlyn let go of one ankle and moved her hand between her legs. She was so wet that her fingers slipped effortlessly over her clit. She started to rub in fast, desperate circles, matching the rhythm of Sevika’s hand.
Every time Sevika’s palm connected with her ass, it jolted her body, pushing her fingers harder against her sensitive nub. The pain mixed with the pleasure, creating a swirling vortex of sensation that made her head spin.
"Please," Caitlyn gasped, her voice trembling. "Please, can I...can I put them inside?"
Sevika paused, her hand hovering over Caitlyn’s red-hot ass. "Begging for it already? You really are a desperate slut. Ask properly. Tell me what you want to do to yourself."
"Please, Sevika," Caitlyn whined, her hips bucking involuntarily. "Please let me put my fingers inside my cunt. I need to feel full. I need to fuck myself on my hand while you spank me."
"Greedy," Sevika grunted, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "Go ahead. Fuck yourself for us."
Caitlyn didn't hesitate. She slid two fingers down, coating them in her juices, and then pressed them inside. The sensation was overwhelming, she was so wet, so hot inside. She curled her fingers, searching for that spot that made her see stars, and let out a loud, broken moan as she found it.
She began to pump her fingers in and out, the wet squelching sounds filling the room alongside the smacks of Sevika’s hand. She ground the heel of her palm against her clit, the dual stimulation almost too much to bear.
"Fuck," Vi groaned, her hand a blur in her pants.
"You're weak," Sevika hissed, as Caitlyn’s legs flailed briefly, as she struggled to stay in position. "Can't even keep yourself open for me."
Before Caitlyn could apologise or adjust, the whir of mechanics filled the air. Sevika’s mechanical arm moved. The cold, metal clamp of the hand closed around Caitlyn’s ankles, locking them together and forcing her legs back up, pinning her in place. Caitlyn was trapped, completely at Sevika’s mercy, her holes lewdly on display, her own hand buried inside her.
"Now you can't move," Sevika said darkly. "Keep fucking yourself. Don't you dare stop."
She resumed the spanking, her hand landing with renewed force on Caitlyn’s exposed ass. The angle was devastating, every smack jolted Caitlyn’s entire body, driving her own fingers deeper inside her cunt. It was so utterly confusing, an overwhelming mix of torment and ecstasy. She felt so used, so filthy, lying there masturbating while she was spanked raw, unable to escape the relentless stimulation.
Vi was writhing in the chair now, her hand moving furiously under her clothes, her eyes glued to the sight of her girlfriend debasing herself. "Cait, I'm...I'm gonna..."
"Not yet," Sevika warned. She spanked her again, a sharp, wet slap that made Caitlyn scream. "Hold it until I say so."
Caitlyn’s entire body was trembling. She was right on the edge, her muscles locked tight, begging for release. The humiliation of the position, the stinging pain in her ass, the stretch of her own fingers inside her, the sight of Vi touching herself while being denied. “Mmpp—fuck” she gasped as she felt the blood rush to her face and her pulse beat in her ears.
"Look at her," Sevika grunted, nodding toward Vi. "Look at your girlfriend, Caitlyn. She’s soaking this up. She loves seeing you like this. You’re just a toy to both of us now. A toy that likes to be watched."
"Please," Caitlyn whined, her voice breaking into a sob. "Please let me come. I'm so close. It hurts so good fuck."
"You're dripping," Sevika observed, watching the fluid leak from Caitlyn’s pussy, coating her fingers and Sevika’s trousers. "Making a mess all over me. You really are pathetic, getting off on this."
She targeted the sit-spot, the tender flesh right at the bottom of Caitlyn’s cheeks. The pain was sharp, electric, shooting straight to Caitlyn’s core.
"Please," Caitlyn whimpered, her hand moving faster and faster on her clit. "It's too much. I can't"
"You can," Sevika corrected, spanking her harder. "And you will. You’re going to cum with my handprint on your ass and your fingers in your cunt. You’re going to scream my name out loud for us when you do"
Caitlyn’s back arched, her toes curling as the pressure built to an unbearable peak. The spanking was relentless, a rhythm of ownership that she couldn't escape. She felt Vi’s eyes on her like a physical touch, and the shame of it burned so good it was almost painful.
In the chair, Vi groaned loudly, her body seizing as she watched her girlfriend fall apart. She was on the edge too, the sight of Caitlyn’s broken pleasure pushing her over the edge, her head falling back as she rode out her own orgasm.
"Look at me when you cum," Sevika demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "Don't look at her. Look at the woman punishing you."
Caitlyn forced her eyes open, locking gazes with Sevika. The older woman’s eyes were dark, and filled with cruel satisfaction.
"Sevika!" Caitlyn screamed, her body seizing violently. Her ass clenched tight, her pussy convulsing around her own fingers as the orgasm ripped through her. It was a tidal wave, crashing over her, wiping out everything else. She gushed, her fluids squirting out over her hand and onto Sevika’s lap, the humiliation absolute and total.
Sevika didn't stop spanking her through it. The sharp impacts prolonged the pleasure, turning it into an overstimulated agony that left her gasping for air. She spanked her until Caitlyn was a sobbing, writhing mess, pinned by the metal arm, her own hand still buried between her legs, twitching with the aftershocks as Vi watched on, riding out her own orgasm, her shaking hand buried between her own legs.
The room was silent except for her ragged breathing and the wet sound of her own hand slipping out of her in a soft squelch. Sevika released the mechanical arm's grip, letting her legs fall limp to the side.
Sh lay there, dazed, her ass throbbing, her chest heaving, covered in her own fluids. The room spun, the edges of her vision blurring as she floated down from the high, completely wrecked. Slowly, the mechanical whir of the prosthetic arm disengaged, the cold metal clamp releasing her ankles. Sevika didn't shove her away immediately. Instead, the rough, calloused pads of her human fingers brushed a stray lock of hair away from her damp forehead. It was a surprisingly gentle touch, a stark contrast to the sterness of moments before. Caitlyn flinched, then leaned into the touch, her body wracking with a final, shuddering sob. Tears and sweat were slicking her face, making her skin glisten in the dim light.
"Easy," Sevika grunted. She used her thumb to wipe a tear from the corner of her eye, smearing the moisture across her cheekbone as she ran her hand down her legs, tracing the curves of her thighs until she reached the scorched landscape of her buttocks. She let out a sharp, high-pitched whimper as Sevika’s palm grazed the sensitive, raised welts. But the touch wasn't a slap this time, it was a slow, firm rub, massaging the heat into the muscle and rubbing away the sting.
Vi stood up from the chair on shaky legs, stumbling over to the bed. She collapsed to her knees beside her, face flushed as she gathered Caitlyn into her arms, heedless of the mess, and pressed soft, kisses all over her face.
"Oh, Cait, baby," Vi cooed, kissing her forehead, her voice thick with emotion. "You were so good. I love you so much. You're beautiful, absolutely beautiful. My brave—."
"Gods, you two are absolutely disgusting," Sevika interrupted, her voice like a bucket of ice water. She headed for the door, grabbing a cigarette from her pocket and lighting it with a snap of her fingers. "If you're gonna make out like a pair of love-sick idiots, you need to get out of my sight before I puke."
She bent down to scoop up the pile of Piltover blue uniform that lay discarded on the floor. The fabric was heavy, expensive, and utterly ridiculous in this context.
"Here," Sevika barked, balling up the tunic and trousers, throwing the bundle at Vi’s head.
She paused at the doorway, looking back over her shoulder. A genuine, rare smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth, a flash of amusement breaking through the rough exterior.
"Take your time getting dressed, Sheriff," she chuckled, blowing a stream of smoke into the hallway. "I want to see how you walk out of here. Try not to limp too hard, or the people of Zaun might get the wrong idea."
With a final dry laugh, Sevika stepped out, leaving the two lovers alone, lying completely spent on the floor.