Arcane: The Enforcer's Pet, By John Drake

[John_F_Drake]

Chapter 7 - Broken Down

Zelia's cry echoed through the room as Vi's thick strapon plunged deep inside her. The Enforcer's muscular arms held Zelia suspended in mid-air, her body at the mercy of Vi's unyielding thrusts. Each powerful pump drove the rigid shaft deeper and deeper, sending waves of pleasure and pain coursing through Zelia's body.

The cold metal adorning Vi's full breasts scraped against Zelia's pierced nipples with each forceful movement. As their bodies collided, Zelia could feel every hard muscle of Vi's body pressing against her own. Their breasts mashed together, trapped between their straining bodies as Vi fucked the vastaya girl relentlessly.

Tears stung the corners of Zelia's eyes as she loathed this act, being used like a mere sex toy by the dominant Enforcer. But despite her hatred, her traitorous body responded to each thrust, clenching around the invading cock in a desperate attempt for more pleasure.

"That's it, be a good little brat," Vi grunted, slamming her hips up against Zelia even harder. "Take what you're given!"

Zelia's body dangled helplessly from the rough, moisture-stained ceiling of the dank basement, her wrists bound in thick, unforgiving rope. The memory of her earlier torment weighed heavy in the air, the ghosts of the metronome's relentless ticking and the shocks from the electric cock still fresh in her mind… but this time, Vi wasn’t suspending her from them. The Enforcers didn’t need to. The Enforcer's unyielding thrusts split her apart, each invasive pump reminding Zelia of her vulnerability. Vi’s hammering hips held Zelia up… and with the vastaya girl’s legs wrapped around her ass and her arms locked over her neck, it was all the support she needed.

Zelia bit back a moan, refusing to give Vi the satisfaction. She tried to distance her mind, but the pleasure-pain was overwhelming, short-circuiting rational thought. Her once shaved hair had largely grown out now, matting with the sweat her energetic fucking brought out of her, and her weak body felt pitiful and weak compared to Vi as the Enforcer held her up. The contrast between their bodies was striking: Zelia's lithe and agile figure against Vi's muscular and toned Enforcer physique. The scent of lust and her soaked pussy clung to both of them, the musky scent of arousal that filled the air growing stronger with each passing moment. It made the basement’s air feel suffocating. How many times had they subjected her to this torment already? How many weeks had they fucked her for? The days blurred together in an endless nightmare of violation and despair.

The vastaya thief tried to focus on anything but the mounting pleasure coiling in her belly. As Vi's relentless pounding continued, Zelia's mind drifted back to those painful yet simpler days. She had been so sure of herself then, so full of defiance and determination to escape the clutches of the Thieves Guild and get out of this city. Instead, here she was… naked and exposed, being used as a plaything by the very Enforcers she had attempted to rob, and her usually agile body was being used and discarded at another's whims.

Vi increased her brutal pace, hips smacking obscenely against Zelia's spread thighs. "You love this, don't you? Being put in your place?"

"N-no..." The word came out weak and unconvincing. In truth, Zelia's body was on fire, every nerve electrified. Self-loathing warred with undeniable lust. She was fucked faster, harder, and faster still until her toes curled and thighs quivered. Ecstasy coiled tight in her core, demanding release. But Zelia gritted her teeth, determined to resist, to cling to the last shreds of defiance she had.

It wasn’t easy.

The strap-on that relentlessly plunged into Zelia's aching core was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. Unlike the other cold, lifeless dildos that the Enforcers had previously attached to their bodies this one thrummed with a sickening vitality, as if it were alive and eager to burrow its merciless length deep inside her. The weight of Vi's hips crashing against her tender folds only served to accentuate the unnatural girth of the device, stretching her further than she ever thought possible.

The sinister contraption, coated in a sleek blue material that pulsed with arcane energy, was a testament to Piltover's twisted ingenuity. Hextech glowed from every seam, casting an unnerving light on the damp walls of the dank basement. The vibrations emanating from the shaft seemed to reach deep within her, shattering any semblance of composure she'd managed to maintain. Zelia clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms, as she battled against the overwhelming sensations consuming her.

As Vi relentlessly pounded into her, Zelia could feel the intricate gears and cogs within the hextech monstrosity whirring to life, each movement synced with her heartbeat. The vibrations intensified, reverberating deep inside her, targeting her most sensitive spots with an almost uncanny precision. It was like the cursed thing knew exactly where to touch her for maximum effect, seeking out every secret spot and ticking it off like a well-oiled machine.

With each powerful thrust, the strap-on buzzed and hummed in harmony with Vi's relentless rhythm… and each time it slammed into her, Zelia's resolve weakened just a little bit more. It felt like she was being fucked by one of House Talis’s hammers, the way each thrust rocked her whole body. Her moans of protest morphed into desperate whimpers for mercy… or for more. She no longer knew which. Tears streamed down her cheeks, leaving clean streaks down her dirty cheeks like war paint, marking her as another casualty of the endless struggle between Piltover and the oppressed of the fissures.

As if reading her mind, Caitlyn leaned in close to whisper in her ear from behind. "It's alright, my little thief. Let go. We'll make you feel so good." Her voice was equal parts soothing and menacing, the arrogant and self-assured lilt to her words making Zelia want to scream… if she wasn’t already about to burst. Another wave of sensation crashed over her, stealing her breath, her will.

As if having Vi inside her wasn’t bad enough, Caitlyn's tall, beautiful form pressed against her back, the Enforcer's breath hot on her neck… and the thick form of a second one of those buzzing hextech cocks buried insistently into her exposed asshole.

"No, please," Zelia whimpered, but her protests fell on deaf ears.

Caitlyn's movements were relentless, the rhythmic push and pull a cruel dance of domination. Her hextech cock hummed with a familiar intensity, sending electric pulses that reverberated through Zelia's trembling form. With each calculated thrust, Caitlyn delved deeper into Zelia's tight confines, their connection already established in a twisted union of pain and submission. Zelia's cry of mingled pain and pleasure echoed off the damp walls as both Enforcers began to move in tandem. Each of Vi's powerful thrusts into her cunt were matched by Caitlyn's measured strokes in and out of her ass. The vastaya felt impossibly full, stretched to her limits by the two vibrating shafts inside her.

Caitlyn's full breasts pressed tightly against Zelia's back, her hardened nipples dragging across sweat-slicked skin with each thrust. The Enforcer's hands gripped Zelia's hips bruisingly tight, holding her in place as she and Vi used her body like a toy for them to amuse themselves with. "That's it," Caitlyn purred in Zelia's ear, her aristocratic accent a stark contrast to the depravity of their actions. "Don’t lie to us, little wolf. We can see what you want. Take us both like the greedy little slut you are."

Zelia's mind reeled as pleasure built to unbearable levels. She was utterly helpless, suspended between the two Enforcers as they fucked her relentlessly. Her body betrayed her, responding eagerly to their touch despite her attempts to resist.

With each synchronized thrust, the hextech strapons seemed to pulse and throb inside her, as if they were alive. The vibrations grew stronger once more, driving her toward her climax with unerring accuracy. Zelia's legs trembled uncontrollably as waves of ecstasy crashed over her.

Zelia's mind reeled, overwhelmed by sensation as the two Enforcers used her body. This was just one day among many… one day that went the way so many others had. She had been woken up, Vi's strong hands yanking her from a fitful slumber. The Enforcer had brought her a significant meal, better than anything she had ever eaten in the fissures like usual. Zelia had devoured it desperately, unsure when she'd next be allowed to eat.

After, Vi had used a towel to clean her body, scrubbing her body with harsh soap that left her skin raw. The cold water had shocked her system, leaving her shivering and disoriented. Then Vi had suspended her in the air, hanging her from her cock… before Caitlyn had even entered the room and pressed into her from the back.

The vastaya girl's legs trembled as she tried to find purchase, toes barely grazing the damp floor. She was utterly helpless as their hands roamed her body, teasing and tormenting. Fingers pinched her nipples and stroked between her legs until she was gasping and writhing against her will.

Only then had they impaled her on their cruel hextech devices, stretching and filling her to the point of pain. And now here she was, being fucked senseless by the very Enforcers she'd once sought to evade.

How long had she been their captive? The days and nights blurred together in an endless cycle of violation and torment. Surely it had been more than a month since they'd dragged her down to this dank basement. Her once-shaved hair had grown out into a messy tangle, and her lithe body felt weaker from lack of proper nourishment.

The relentless fucking drove coherent thought from Zelia's mind. She could only hang there, trapped between ecstasy and agony as Vi and Caitlyn used her body for their twisted pleasure. Their synchronized thrusts sent shockwaves of sensation through her core.

Despite her best efforts to resist, Zelia felt herself hurtling towards the edge of oblivion. Her body clenched and trembled, teetering on the precipice of release. She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, desperately fighting the rising tide of pleasure...

And right then, just as Zelia teetered on the precipice of climax with her body trembling and clenching around the invading shafts, Vi and Caitlyn abruptly halted their movements. The incessant buzzing of their hextech cocks fell silent, leaving an eerie stillness in the dank basement.

Zelia's eyes flew open in disbelief, her mouth agape in a silent scream of frustration. The sudden absence of stimulation left her reeling, her body still wound impossibly tight with unreleased tension. Her mind might have been conflicted over whether she wanted this to stop or continue, but her body very clearly had no such confusion… the vastaya’s form thrashed wildly between the two Enforcers, her hips bucking desperately as she sought the friction she so desperately craved.

"No, no, no," Zelia whimpered, her voice raw and pleading. She kicked her legs frantically, trying to force herself down onto the now-motionless shafts still buried deep inside her. But Vi's iron grip on her hips held her firmly in place, denying her any but just the smallest bits of movement.

Caitlyn's lips curled into a cruel smile as she watched Zelia's futile struggles. "Oh dear," she purred, her aristocratic accent dripping with false concern. "It seems our little thief is quite worked up."

Vi chuckled, the sound low and predatory. "Yeah, looks like the brat's finally learned to enjoy herself." She shifted slightly, causing the dormant strap-on to brush against Zelia's most sensitive spots. The vastaya girl let out a strangled moan, her body quivering with need… but the small thrusts weren’t enough! She needed the buzzing… needed it like air, or food! The pair of Enforcers, however, paid her desperation and need no mind. Instead, Caitlyn leaned forward over Zelia's shoulder, capturing Vi's lips in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together as they savored each other's taste, completely ignoring the desperate girl trapped between them.

Zelia could only watch in anguished arousal as the two women kissed mere inches from her face. She could smell their mingled scents and feel the heat radiating from their bodies. It was maddening, being so close yet so far from the release she craved.

Vi's hands roamed over Caitlyn's body, caressing her curves with a gentleness that stood in stark contrast to the brutality she'd shown Zelia moments before. "Mmm, you taste so good, Cupcake," Vi murmured against Caitlyn's lips.

Caitlyn smiled, her fingers tangling in Vi's vibrant hair. "As do you, darling. Perhaps we should take this somewhere more... comfortable?" Her gaze flickered briefly to Zelia, a wicked glint in her eye. "I'm sure our guest won't mind if we step out for a bit."

Zelia's eyes widened and her heart plummeted at their words. "No, please," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "Don't leave me like this. I... I need..." Zelia's cheeks flushed with humiliation, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her denied climax. She slumped forward, her strength spent, her pride shattered. Had she really just begged them to keep raping her?

Vi and Caitlyn exchanged a cruel, knowing glance before bursting into mocking laughter. The sound echoed off the damp walls, surrounding Zelia in a cacophony of humiliation. "Oh, you poor thing," Caitlyn cooed sarcastically. "So desperate, aren't you?"

Vi's lips curled into a predatory grin. "Guess we shouldn’t leave yet, Cupcake. Not before we give that little bitch what she wants, huh?"

Without warning, both Enforcers slammed their hips forward, burying their vibrating shafts deep inside Zelia once more. The vastaya cried out as pleasure rocketed through her body, her back arching sharply. Both Enforcers reactivated their hextech devices, and the sudden burst of vibration tore a desperate cry from Zelia's throat as pleasure crashed over her like a tidal wave. Her body convulsed wildly between them as they resumed their relentless assault, fucking her from both ends with renewed vigor.

Zelia's mind went blank as the pleasure started to crest inside her body, and the vastaya’s nails raked across Vi's shoulders, leaving angry red welts in their wake. Her fingers traced the intricate lines of Vi's bio-mechanical tattoos, the raised edges of ink a stark contrast to the Enforcer's sweat-slicked skin. She clung to Vi desperately, her body shaking uncontrollably as pleasure threatened to consume her.

Vi smirked at the little sting, her eyes flashing with her amusement. "That's it, little wolf. Mark me up while I fuck you senseless." She punctuated her words with brutal thrusts that made Zelia's whole body shake.

Caitlyn's hands gripped Zelia's hips almost as strongly as Vi's did as she matched the other Enforcer’s pace. "Such a greedy little thing," she purred in Zelia's ear. "Taking us both so eagerly."

Zelia's legs wrapped tightly around Vi's waist as she clung to the muscular Enforcer. Her body moved of its own accord, grinding and writhing between the two women as they used her relentlessly. Somewhere in the back of her mind, a small voice screamed at Zelia to resist, to remember her hatred for these two representatives of the hated Piltover upper class. Her mind reeled as she tried to hold onto her hatred, her anger at these women who had imprisoned and violated her for so long. With each thrust of their vibrating cocks inside her, however… each brush against her most sensitive spots… her resolve crumbled further. That voice was drowned out by the overwhelming chorus of pleasure singing through every nerve in her body. All she wanted - all she could think about - was release.

All Zelia could focus on was the burning need for release coiling tighter and tighter in her core. She was so close, teetering on the edge of oblivion. Just a little more...

"Please," Zelia whimpered, shame coloring her cheeks as the word escaped her lips. "I need... I need to..."

"What was that?" Vi growled, increasing the intensity of her thrusts. "Speak up, brat. Tell us what you want."

Zelia's pride shattered completely as pleasure overwhelmed her senses. "I need to cum!" she cried out, her voice raw with desperation. "Please, please let me cum!" Her whimpers were completely beyond shame or pride. "Please let me cum. Please… please please please…”

Vi's triumphant laugh mingled with Caitlyn's satisfied hum. They increased their pace, fucking Zelia with abandon as her cries of pleasure echoed through the basement. The vastaya girl's world narrowed to a single point of white-hot pleasure as Zelia came undone between them, and all thoughts of resistance fled from her mind. In that moment, there was only blissful release and the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. She clung to Vi and Caitlyn like a lifeline, her cries of pleasure echoing off the damp walls of her prison.

And then the two women stilled again.

Zelia's entire body shook with the intensity of her near-brush with climax, her muscles spasming around the invading dildos that refused to let her go. Her vision blurred as she panted for air, her heart pounding in her chest like a trapped animal. Vi and Caitlyn didn't move, their eyes locked on her face as they watched every contortion of pleasure and desperation that passed over Zelia's features. At the same time, she screamed in frustration, her legs spasming in what could only charitably be called a series of kicks as she tried to bring herself off to avail.

It seemed to take forever for the burning edge of her need to pass, and as that desperate wave of ecstasy began to recede Zelia's clouded mind started to clear. The humiliation of her situation crashed down on her with renewed vengeance, and Zelia's spent form hung limp between her two tormentors. Vi and Caitlyn shared a smug grin over her heaving body, their hextech cocks still buried within her. The Enforcers were well aware of the effect their sadistic actions had on their captive, and they relished in it.

"So close, little wolf," Caitlyn purred into her ear. "But it appears you need a bit more... encouragement."

Suddenly furious, Zelia bucked as wildly as she could in an attempt to dislodge herself from the two Enforcers. "Let me go!" she screamed, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Let me go, you sick bitches!" Even as she screamed it, though, she knew it was no use. They had her cornered, literally and figuratively.

Vi and Caitlyn shared a smirk over her head before they resumed their merciless pace, driving the vibrating shafts deeper inside Zelia with renewed fervor. Each thrust seemed to hit against some inside button that sent electric jolts of pleasure coursing through her body.

"No!" Zelia screamed again, thrashing in futility as they continued to use her body for their own depraved pleasure. "I'm not... I'm not supposed to... I shouldn't be enjoying this!" Her words were punctuated by moans of pleasure as Vi and Caitlyn showed no signs of letting up or easing their relentless assault on her senses.

Caitlyn leaned forward and whispered into Zelia's ear, "But you are enjoying it, aren't you? We both know you love this." She increased her speed, causing the vibrator inside Zia to buzz even more intensely against those sensitive spots deep within her core.

"N-no," Zelia whimpered, trying to deny the very obvious truth. "I-I hate this! I hate both of you!" But even as she said it, her body betrayed her once more, arching back towards Vi's chest as she unconsciously tried to press herself more completely against the two women fucking her.

Vi and Caitlyn resumed their relentless assault, their hex-tech cocks relentlessly pounding her from both ends. The powerful thrusts sent Zelia's body rocking between them like a ship caught in a storm. The vastaya's cries of pleasure mingled with the wet sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, creating a lewd symphony that echoed off the damp walls. The two women’s movements were so in sync that it felt like a single being with one massive cock was the monster reshaping her insides.

"Look at her, Cupcake," Vi grunted, her muscular arms flexing as she gripped Zelia's hips tighter. "Taking us both like she was made for it."

Caitlyn hummed in agreement. "Indeed. Who would have thought a common thief could be such an eager little whore? I think she might be lying to us, Officer Vi… it seems to me like she’s just begging for more. Aren’t you, little wolf?" Caitlyn wrapped one hand around Zella's jaw, forcing the smaller woman to meet her gaze back over her shoulder. "Tell us how much you love it."

Their words sent a fresh wave of shame through Zelia, but her traitorous body responded with even greater arousal. "N-no," Zelia managed to gasp between ragged breaths. "I won't... submit."

Vi chuckled menacingly as she thrust even harder into the defiant vastaya. "Oh, you'll beg for mercy before we're done with you, brat." She leaned in close to Zelia's ear, her breath hot and rank against her flushed flesh. "Just say it. Just admit what you need.”

Zelia clenched her eyes shut, trying to block out the twisted tableau playing out before her: the capable thief who had robbed them, turned into a plaything for Piltover’s aristocratic goons. Worst of all, her body trembled with her arousal, and she could practically feel her insides being rearranged around their unforgiving cocks.

Vi's hextech cock pulsed inside Zelia's dripping pussy, the vibrations seeming to intensify with each thrust. "Bet she's never been fucked like this in the Fissures," Vi taunted, her breath hot against Zelia's ear.

"Certainly not," Caitlyn agreed, her thrusts into Zelia's ass matching Vi's rhythm perfectly. "Perhaps we're providing a valuable service, showing her the... benefits of Piltover's technology."

Their chuckles seemed like deafening laughter to the overwhelmed vastaya as they continued to pound into Zelia. The vastaya's mind reeled, overwhelmed by the dual sensations of pleasure and humiliation. Her legs trembled uncontrollably, toes curling with the unwanted pleasure.

Vi leaned forward, capturing Caitlyn's lips in a passionate kiss over Zelia's shoulder while maintaining their relentless pace inside Zelia. Her free hand reached up to cup Caitlyn's breast, thumb brushing over a hardened nipple. Caitlyn moaned softly, arching into Vi's touch. "I must say, our little toy here provides quite the... enhancement to our usual activities."

Zelia whimpered at their words, her cheeks burning with shame even as her body clenched around their invading shafts. She was nothing more than a plaything to them, a means to spice up their encounters.

The two women continued their relentless assault on Zelia's ravaged body, their vibrating shafts driving her over the edge of sanity. Pain and pleasure melded into one as they pounded into her with sadistic glee, knocking her back and forth between them like a twisted game of sexual pinball. Vi and Caitlyn's bodies collided with a wet slap each time their hips met, the sound echoing through the dank basement like a twisted dirge.

Vi chuckled darkly, her hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. "You hear that, brat? You're just here to make things more fun for us. How's it feel, knowing you're nothing but a fuck toy for Piltover's finest? Poor little Puppy…"

Zelia bit her lip, trying to hold back a cry of pleasure as she was reduced to a quivering mess in the hands of the two women keeping her captive. Their cruel words only served to fan the flames of Zelia's humiliation, but even through the haze of desire, she clung to the last vestiges of her pride. "Never... never call me that," she managed to gasp between moans.

Vi's laughter was harsh and unforgiving, grating on Zelia's already fraying nerves. "Oh, what are you going to do about it, little vastaya bitch? You're at our mercy." Her hips slammed forward once more, eliciting a strangled moan from Zelia's lips. "Face it, we can call you whatever we want."

Caitlyn leaned in close, her cool breath fanning over Zelia's ear. "And you know what?" she whispered conspiratorially. "I think I rather like 'poor little Puppy.' It has a certain ring to it... don't you think?"

Vi chuckled darkly, her fingers tangling in Zelia's short hair as she yanked her head back. "I know what I'd call her..." She leaned in close enough for their noses to almost touch. "Our little whore."

Zelia's cheeks burned with shame as Caitlyn joined in, stroking her cheek with a mocking tenderness that made her skin crawl. "Yes… that too.”

As if sensing her mounting climax, the blonde Enforcer withdrew with a final, agonizing twist, leaving Zelia whimpering. Vi grinned cruelly and leaned in, her breath hot in Zelia's ear. "Not yet, pet. You don't get to cum until we say so."

Zelia sobbed, body trembling with unfulfilled desire. The two women once again just kissed each other over her shoulder and stopped thrusting. Their tongues dueled in a wet, messy display of dominance as Zelia writhed helplessly, her cheeks red with humiliation between them.

"Look at us," Caitlyn purred, breaking the kiss. "We're just having a nice time, aren't we, Vi?"

"Mmm-hmm," the other woman purred, eyes locked on Zelia's flushed face. They exchanged a wicked grin. “I wouldn’t trade this for anything else.”

"Aren't you going to thank us?" Caitlyn purred, running a teasing finger down Zelia's spine. "For this... special attention."

Zelia choked back a sob. "Fuck... you... both..." she growled. “Let… let me cum…”

Vi's laughter bounced off the damp walls, cold and cruel as the room itself. "She could beg us to let her go, or for her money… but no. All the poor little Puppy wants is to cum.”

“Don’t worry, Puppy… you’ll get to cum,” Caitlyn promised with a little laugh. “But when we decide you do.”

Tears streamed down Zelia's cheeks. Her body screamed for release, every fiber of her being demanding she submit. She clung to her pride like a drowning woman to a lifeline. She needed to escape this city, put an end to Piltover’s oppression if only for herself…

But how much more could she take?

Vi and Caitlyn’s hextech cocks pulsing to life once more. Zelia cried out as the vibrations intensified, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her core. The thief’s world narrowed to the points where their bodies connected. Every nerve ending felt electrified as the vibrating shafts hit her deepest, most sensitive spots. Her breasts bounced with each powerful thrust, nipples dragging against Vi's chest. Behind her, Caitlyn's full breasts pressed into her back, a stark reminder of her helpless position between the two women.

"That's it," Vi growled, increasing her pace. "Take it all, you little slut."

Caitlyn's aristocratic voice dripped with cruel amusement. "Look how eager she is, Violet. Our little puppy can't get enough."

Their taunts mixed with the squelching sounds as both women’s hips struck Zelia with each pump, creating a cacophony of shame and arousal that echoed off the damp walls. Zelia's cries of pleasure grew louder and more desperate as they drove her closer to the edge.

Just as she teetered on the precipice of release, Vi and Caitlyn abruptly stilled their movements again. Zelia sobbed in frustration, her body trembling uncontrollably… and that was the absolute most she could do. Even her tail hung limp and sweat-soaked beneath her, dragging across the floor and Vi’s boots. "No, please," she whimpered. "I need... I need..."

"What do you need, puppy?" Caitlyn purred, her lips brushing against Zelia's ear.

Something inside Zelia finally snapped. Her last shred of resistance crumbled as need overwhelmed her entirely. "Please," she begged shamelessly. "Please fuck me. Make me cum. I'll do anything, just please don't stop!"

The Enforcers shared a triumphant look over Zelia's shoulder. "That's more like it," Vi growled.

Vi's triumphant growl mingled with Caitlyn's satisfied hum. "Anything?" Caitlyn asked, her voice silky smooth. "Even give us back that little key you stole from me?"

Zelia swallowed… and felt her dream die. There wasn’t going to be an escape from this place. Her destiny was always to be turned into a silly little Zaunite whore of the Undercity, and her frantic efforts to prevent that fate seemed so pathetic in hindsight… as hopeless as a beatle trying to lift a boot. Tears dripped from her eyes, and she nodded, beyond caring about anything but release. "Yes, yes! I'll give it back, I swear. Just please, please let me cum!"

Shame flooded through her as the full weight of her surrender hit her. She had lost completely, broken by these cruel women and their relentless assault on her body and mind. Tears streamed down Zelia's cheeks as she realized how far she had fallen.

Caitlyn's fingers stroked gently through Zelia's matted hair, her touch a stark contrast to the brutal fucking moments before. "Good girl," she purred. "That's what we wanted to hear." Her touch was deceptively tender as she caressed Zelia's tear-stained cheek. "You've been so strong, holding out for so long. But now you can let go. We'll take care of you."

Zelia whimpered, torn between shame and desperate need. Caitlyn's fingers combed through her matted hair, nails scraping lightly against her scalp. Zelia shuddered at the unexpected gentleness, her body trembling with need and shame. For a brief moment, Caitlyn's soothing words washed over her like a balm, easing the ache of her prolonged torment. The Enforcer's other hand traced soothing patterns down Zelia's spine.

Zelia's body trembled at the praise, her mind reeling from the conflicting sensations. Part of her wanted to scream and fight, to reclaim some shred of dignity. But a larger part craved more - more touch, more pleasure, more of the intoxicating feeling of submission.

But the moment of tenderness was fleeting. "Now," Caitlyn growled, "let's give our pet what she's begging for." She gripped Zelia's hair tightly, yanking her head back. The Enforcer's hips snapped forward brutally, driving her vibrating shaft deep into Zelia's aching core. At the same moment, Vi matched her partner's movements, slamming into Zelia from the front. Their hextech cocks plunged deep into Zelia's aching, needy holes, stretching her to the limit.

The vastaya cried out, her voice echoing off the basement walls. Vi's powerful arms locked around Zelia's waist as she pounded relentlessly into her cunt. Each thrust drove the air from Zelia's lungs, leaving her gasping. Behind her, Caitlyn's fingers dug into her hips as she fucked Zelia's ass with brutal efficiency.

The basement was filled with the obscene sounds of their fucking and Zelia's desperate moans. The vastaya's body rocked between the two Enforcers, completely at their mercy, and she cried out as pleasure and pain mingled into an overwhelming torrent of sensation. Vi and Caitlyn fucked her with frantic intensity, their bodies colliding with bruising force.

It took only minutes of their relentless pounding before Zelia knew that she was teetering on the edge of that cliff once again. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over Zelia, building to a crescendo. Her legs trembled uncontrollably as she teetered on the edge of release.

Then, with a final, soul-shattering thrust, Zelia came undone.

Her scream of ecstasy reverberated through the basement as her orgasm tore through her. Zelia's body convulsed wildly, clenching rhythmically around the invading shafts. Tears streamed down her cheeks and stars burst behind her eyelids as pleasure unlike anything she'd ever experienced tore through her.

But Vi and Caitlyn didn't stop. They continued their relentless assault, fucking Zelia through her orgasm and pushing her towards another. Zelia's mind went blank as climax after climax ripped through her quivering form. Overstimulated and overwhelmed, Zelia could only hang limply between them and scream as climax after climax wracked her body. She was dimly aware of her voice, raw and desperate as she begged for more, and she clung to Vi’s muscular body like it was a life raft keeping her from downing in the haze of ecstasy that filled her.

She lost count of how many times she came, her mind blanking out from the intensity. Time lost all meaning as Zelia came again and again, her body wracked by waves of overwhelming pleasure. By the time Vi and Caitlyn finally stilled, Zelia was a trembling, incoherent mess. She was only a vessel for sensation now - the intensity of her release had obliterated all thoughts of resistance or escape.

At that moment, Zelia knew she was truly and utterly broken.

Vi and Caitlyn finally stilled, their harsh breathing mingling with Zelia's exhausted whimpers in the dank air of the basement. As they relaxed, Zelia slumped forward, utterly spent. Her body trembled with aftershocks, muscles quivering from exertion. The Enforcers lowered her gently to the cold concrete floor, their hextech cocks slipping free with a chorus of wet, slurping noises.

The moment she reached the floor, Zelia curled into herself, her fur-covered ears pressed flat against her head. Every inch of her ached, bruises already blooming across her skin. The vastaya's chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath, her throat raw from screaming out her orgasms again and again and again. Vi crouched down beside her, rough fingers brushing matted hair from Zelia's face. "You did good, pup," she murmured, almost gently.

"Well, that was fun," Vi chuckled, running a hand through her sweat-damp pink hair. "But I think it's time we claimed our prize, eh Cupcake?"

Caitlyn nodded, her aristocratic features set in a mask of cool determination. "Indeed. We should make preparations to venture into the Undercity at once." Her bright eyes flickered to Zelia's prone form… and somehow, despite her words, they didn’t seem nearly as cold as they usually did. "Do clean yourself up, dear. We'll be back soon enough with something for you to wear."

The two Enforcers dressed quickly, adjusting their uniforms with practiced ease. Vi's heavy boots echoed on the stone as she strode towards the exit. Caitlyn paused at the door, glancing back at Zelia with a predatory smile. "Don't go anywhere now." With a final mocking laugh, they were gone, the heavy iron door slamming shut behind them.

Zelia lay on the cold floor, still but for the motion of her chest. Every muscle in her body ached, a testament to the brutal fucking she'd just endured. She could feel her own juices leaking from her abused holes, pooling beneath her on the grimy stone. Zelia lay there for long minutes, and as the haze of lust slowly cleared from her mind, the full weight of her situation crashed down upon her. She had surrendered completely, broken by their relentless assault. Worse, she had begged for it in the end, desperate for release. Shame and self-loathing washed over her in nauseating waves. How had she fallen so far? She had been so sure that she could do this, so certain she could outsmart Piltover's Enforcers and make her fortune. Now she had failed, had begged for release. She’d pleaded for more, and worst of all - she had given up the location of the key.

That damned key. The very reason she was in this mess to begin with. Zelia had thought it was the solution to her problems, her ticket out of the endless cycle of poverty and oppression that defined life in Zaun. What a joke that had been, like everything else. Instead, it had only led her straight into destruction and the clutches of Piltover's Enforcers.

Zelia's fur-covered ears twitched as she caught the faint sound of Vi and Caitlyn's voices echoing from somewhere above. They were making plans, no doubt strategizing how best to retrieve the key from its hiding place in the depths of the Undercity.

A bitter laugh escaped Zelia's lips, quickly morphing into a pained groan. How the hell was she going to get out of this mess? She was trapped, her body too weak to even contemplate escape… and she no longer believed she even could.

Except that wasn’t quite true, was it? There was one final thing that she could do. It would result in no money for her… but Zelia had given up any hope of escape and making her money. She would… she would figure out a way to square things with Rasco. She could surely earn him money on her back.

After all… she wasn’t good for much beyond that anymore, was she?

Then she really was on her last option.

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Zelia winced as Vi's iron grip on her arm tightened, steering her through the crowded marketplace. The cacophony of haggling voices and clanking machinery pressed in around them, but Zelia kept her gaze fixed on the grimy cobblestones beneath her feet.

"This way," she mumbled, nodding towards a narrow alley.

As they entered the dim passageway, Zelia's sensitive ears could not help but pick up the whispers and stares of passersby. She hunched her shoulders, wishing she could disappear into the shadows. The rough fabric of her borrowed shirt chafed against her skin, a constant reminder of her exposed state. She felt like nothing… just a broken pet for the Enforcers to parade around.

Vi yanked Zelia forward as they emerged from the alley into a bustling underground plaza. Towering pillars of rusted metal stretched upward, supporting the weight of other buildings far above, and twisted pipes and rusted scaffolding loomed overhead, dripping with condensation that mingled with the ever-present smog.

Sickly green vapors wafted from the floor's grates, mingling with the acrid stench of unwashed bodies. The air was thick with the acrid stench of chemicals and the metallic tang of machinery.

It was the home she was used to.

Caitlyn strode ahead, her sharp eyes scanning the crowds for any sign of trouble. Her pristine uniform stood out starkly against the grime-covered denizens of the Undercity. Whispers and furtive glances followed in their wake as they pushed through the throng.

"Where next?" Vi growled, her fingers digging into Zelia's arm.

Zelia's golden eyes darted around, taking in the familiar sights of her former home. Stalls lined the edges of the plaza, hawking everything from scavenged tech to dubious elixirs promising enhanced strength or clarity of mind. The smell of sizzling meat and pungent spices wafted from food carts, making Zelia's stomach squirm a little… but not, she realized, as badly as it used to. Normally, her stomach would growl uncontrollably at the mere whiff of the succulent fare found in the bustling marketplace... but today, she couldn't muster up any hunger pangs. It was a startling realization for the young girl who had spent most of her life struggling to find enough scraps to survive. Now, as she sat surrounded by an abundance of food, she couldn't help but marvel at her current state of nourishment. The Enforcers may have thought they could control her with rationing and deprivation, but little did they know that their efforts were proving futile. She was no longer at their mercy, and for the first time in her life, she felt truly satisfied.

"Towards the old clock tower," she muttered, nodding towards a tilting structure barely visible through the haze. "We need to go through the Sump markets to reach it."

Caitlyn's lips thinned in displeasure as her gaze darted between shadowy alcoves and rickety market stalls, but she nodded curtly. "Lead on, then."

They descended a series of ramshackle stairs, the wood creaking ominously beneath their feet. The deeper they went, the more oppressive the atmosphere became. The Sump markets were a maze of narrow corridors and cramped stalls, the air heavy with the occasional reek of sewage far below.

They pushed through the throng, earning hostile glares and muttered curses. A group of urchins scattered at their approach, disappearing into the labyrinthine passages with practiced ease. Vi's grip never loosened as she propelled Zelia forward, the Enforcer's augmented gauntlets digging painfully into her captive's flesh.

The market sprawled before them, a chaotic patchwork of scavenged materials and stolen goods. As they navigated the twisting passages, Zelia caught glimpses of furtive exchanges – vials of shimmering liquid passing from hand to hand, whispered passwords granting access to hidden backrooms. She recognized more than a few faces from her days running with the Thieves Guild, but kept her head down, praying they wouldn't recognize her in her current state. A one-eyed merchant hawked vials of shimmering liquid, promising everything from eternal youth to instant death. In a dark corner, a hunched figure performed crude surgeries, replacing limbs with clockwork prosthetics as muffled screams echoed from behind a tattered curtain.

Once she would have been comfortable here. Now, Zelia felt overwhelmed by the cacophony of voices haggling in a dozen different languages. She could feel Vi's hand trembling slightly, whether from revulsion or barely contained violence, she couldn't tell.

As they pushed deeper into the Sump markets, Zelia felt her spirits sink even lower. The familiar sights and smells that had once been her home now felt oppressive, a stark reminder of how far she had fallen. The vastaya’s shoulders slumped as they continued through the winding passageways, even as her eyes darted furtively. She could feel the weight of countless eyes upon her - curious, judgmental, pitying. Though she wore clothes for the first time in months, the fabric felt alien against her skin, doing little to ease her sense of vulnerability.

A group of ragged children darted past, their eyes widening as they caught sight of Zelia. One pointed, whispering urgently to his companions. Zelia turned her face away, shame burning hot in her cheeks. She recognized those children - had she really been one of them, not so long ago? Free and defiant, answering to no one but herself? As they passed a group of young thieves huddled in an alcove, Zelia caught snippets of their whispered conversation. "Isn't that Zelia?" "What’s she doing with a bunch of Enforcers?" “Can’t be her, she wouldn’t be there.”

Their words stung, each syllable a barb that dug into her already wounded pride. The fabric of the shirt chafed against her skin, reach brush of the fabric against the piercings in her nipples a constant reminder of her captivity. Each step sent a jolt of discomfort through her body, a constant reminder of the invasive modifications forced upon her. She longed to tear the garment off, to free herself from the constant friction, but the thought of exposing herself again filled her with even more shame and revulsion than keeping it on did.

Vi's grip remained unyielding, her augmented fingers digging into Zelia's arm with bruising force. The Enforcer's touch felt like a brand, marking her as property, as something less than a person. Zelia could still feel the phantom touches of the two women from when they had fucked her senseless and made her cum for hours, their hands seeming to ghost over her skin even now.

As they approached a crowded intersection, a grimy mirror caught Zelia's reflection. She barely recognized herself—the vibrant blue hair she had once been so proud of was gone, and a tangled dark mop of chestnut locks was all that was left. Her golden eyes were now lifeless and hollow. The sight of her diminished form sent a wave of despair crashing over her.

"Keep moving," Vi growled, yanking her forward.

Zelia stumbled, her legs weak and unsteady. She wanted nothing more than to curl up in a dark corner and disappear, to escape the oppressive weight of her circumstances. The urge to flee, to lose herself in the twisting alleys of the Undercity, was almost overwhelming. But she knew it was futile. Even if she could somehow break free of Vi's grasp, where would she go? The Thieves Guild would never take her back now, not after what she'd done. And the Enforcers... they'd hunt her to the ends of the earth.

She was trapped, as surely as if she were still chained in that cell. The realization settled over her like a shroud, suffocating any last spark of defiance. Zelia's shoulders slumped in defeat as she shuffled forward, a broken creature leading her captors deeper into the heart of her former home.

"Hold up," Caitlyn said, raising a hand. She approached a stall where an old woman stirred a bubbling cauldron. The witch's milky eyes widened as she caught sight of Zelia.

"Ah, the little wolf returns," she cackled, revealing blackened teeth. "Did you find what you were looking for in the city above, child? Rasco has been looking for you."

Zelia's ears flattened against her head. "Shut up, hag," she snarled.

Vi yanked her back. "What's she talking about?" the Enforcer demanded.

"Nothing," Zelia spat as they emerged into a slightly wider thoroughfare. The crooked spire of the clock tower loomed before them, its face long since shattered, the hands frozen at an eternal 3:47. "It's this way. We're close now."

As they rounded a corner, Zelia's eyes were drawn to a small alcove tucked away in the shadows. There, huddled beneath a patchwork of tattered blankets and grimy rags, lay a group of young children. Their gaunt faces and hollow eyes spoke volumes of their suffering. One child, no more than five or six years old, coughed weakly, his tiny body wracked with spasms. His gaunt face was covered in a sheen of sweat, eyes glassy with fever. A hacking cough wracked his tiny frame, the sound echoing off the damp stone walls. Beside him, an even younger girl whimpered softly, her matted hair plastered to her forehead… she clutched a doll made of twisted wire and scraps of fabric, fingers trembling as she stroked its makeshift hair.

The sight hit Zelia like a punch to the gut. She had been one of those children not so long ago, fighting for survival in the cruel underbelly of Zaun. The memory of that desperate existence, of nights spent shivering in dark corners and days scrounging for scraps, threatened to overwhelm her. How many nights had she spent just like this, huddled for warmth in some forgotten corner of the Undercity? The urge to help, to offer what little comfort she could, was almost overwhelming. No wonder she had been so desperate for something, anything, to believe in.

She glanced up, and from the corner of her eye, Zelia was surprised to see a flicker of emotion cross Caitlyn's usually stoic face. The Enforcer's blue eyes met Vi's, a silent communication passing between them. Vi gave an almost imperceptible nod, her jaw set in a serious line. Without a word, Caitlyn turned on her heel and strode back towards the market they had just left. Her purposeful gait and the set of her shoulders spoke of determination, though Zelia couldn't fathom what had prompted this sudden detour. Quickly, Vi pulled Zelia to the side, pulling her into a narrow gap between two dilapidated buildings and into the shadow of a rusted ventilation shaft. The metal was slick with condensation, and Zelia could feel the faint vibration of machinery deep within the walls.

"What's going on?" Zelia hissed, confusion and fear mingling in her voice.

"Shut it," Vi growled, though there was less heat in her words than usual. Her piercing gaze remained fixed on the huddled children, a muscle working in her jaw. "Just... be quiet for once, will you?"

Zelia opened her mouth to argue, but something in Vi's expression made her pause. There was a tension in the Enforcer's posture, a tightness around her eyes that spoke of… concern, maybe?

The minutes ticked by with agonizing slowness. Zelia shifted uncomfortably, hyper-aware of Vi's proximity and the rough brick wall pressing against her back. The fabric of her borrowed shirt seemed to chafe even more, a constant reminder of how she didn’t belong anymore.

A minute later, Caitlyn returned, her arms laden with a large wicker basket. The aroma wafting from it was intoxicating - warm, yeasty, and rich with spices. Zelia's nose twitched involuntarily, and she felt a sudden pang of hunger that surprised her. As Caitlyn approached the huddled children, Zelia realized with a start that the basket was filled with steaming-hot loaves of bread, the crusts a perfect golden brown. Nestled alongside were several clay bowls brimming with a fragrant fish broth, wisps of steam carrying the scent of exotic spices and herbs. The bread, she realized with a jolt, was the same kind she had tried to steal that fateful day that had set this whole nightmare in motion… what she had lost. Her mouth watered involuntarily, even as her chest tightened with a confusing mix of emotions.

Caitlyn approached the huddled children with measured steps, her usual stern demeanor softened by an air of gentle concern. She knelt beside them, setting the basket down with care. The clink of the ceramic bowls seemed to echo in the cramped alleyway, drawing the attention of the young ones who peered out from beneath their ragged blankets with a mixture of fear and desperate hope.

"It's alright," Caitlyn murmured, her voice low and soothing, a far cry from the sharp commands Zelia had grown accustomed to hearing. Her movements were slow and deliberate, and the stern, unyielding Enforcer was gone. In her place was a woman whose bright eyes held a gentleness Zelia had very rarely seen before. "No one's going to hurt you. I've brought some food if you'd like."

The children regarded her warily at first, their eyes darting between Caitlyn's face and the basket of food. The smallest girl, the one clutching the makeshift doll, was the first to inch forward. Her tiny hand reached out, trembling, towards a steaming bowl of broth. Her other hand still clutched the makeshift doll, pressing it close to her chest as if afraid it might be taken away.

"That's it," Caitlyn encouraged, carefully handing her the bowl. The sheriff's gloved hands moved with surprising tenderness as she distributed the food. Steam rose from the bowls of broth, carrying with it the promise of warmth and nourishment. "Careful now, it's hot. Take small sips."

The girl's eyes widened as she tasted the broth, and a ghost of a smile flickered across her gaunt face. Seeing this, the other children began to gather around her, their initial fear giving way to desperate hunger.

Caitlyn spoke to each child in turn, her voice gentle and reassuring. She helped the sickly boy sit up, supporting his back as he sipped at the nourishing broth. To another, she demonstrated how to tear the bread into smaller pieces, perfect for dipping.

"There's plenty for everyone," she assured them, her eyes crinkling at the corners with a warmth that seemed at odds with her usual demeanor. "Take your time. No need to rush."

Zelia stood transfixed, her mind reeling as she tried to make sense of the scene before her. Caitlyn, the iron-fisted Sheriff of Piltover, was kneeling in the filth of Zaun's underbelly, patiently coaxing malnourished children to eat. The gentleness in her touch, the softness in her voice – it was utterly at odds with everything Zelia thought she knew about the woman. This Caitlyn she saw now was a far cry from the cold, ruthless Enforcer she had spent years fearing and resenting.

As she watched, Caitlyn carefully wiped a smear of broth from a young boy's chin, her gloved fingers moving with surprising tenderness. The child, his eyes wide with a mixture of awe and lingering fear, clutched a chunk of bread to his chest as if it might disappear at any moment. Caitlyn simply smiled, a warmth in her expression that Zelia had never seen before.

"It's alright," Caitlyn murmured, her voice barely audible over the constant hum of machinery. "There's plenty more where that came from. You don't have to hide it."

Zelia's furry ears strained to catch every word. She found herself searching Caitlyn's face for any sign of deception, any hint that this was all some elaborate act. But try as she might, she could find no trace of falsehood in the Enforcer's actions. Why was she doing this? For a brief moment, Zelia wondered if this display was for her benefit. Was Caitlyn trying to manipulate her, to show her a softer side in hopes of earning her trust? But no, that made no sense. As far as the Enforcers knew, she had already agreed to give up the key. There was no need for such elaborate pretense now.

So why, then? Why was Caitlyn, who had shown nothing but contempt for the denizens of the Undercity, now treating these children with such care?

Caitlyn continued tending to the children with gentle care, breaking off chunks of warm bread and distributing them evenly. She helped a small boy with a bandaged arm dip his bread into the savory broth, her touch feather-light as she guided his hand. To a girl with matted hair, she offered a clean handkerchief, dabbing at the child's grimy face with motherly tenderness.

As the basket's contents dwindled, Caitlyn leaned close to each child, whispering words too soft for Zelia to hear. Whatever she said made their eyes widen, a spark of hope kindling in their haunted gazes. One by one, the children nodded solemnly, clutching their remaining food close as if it were a precious treasure. Finally, Caitlyn rose, brushing off her knees. Her uniform was smudged with grime, but her eyes shone with fierce determination as she rejoined Vi and Zelia.

"It's time we moved on," she said, her voice once again taking on its customary crispness. "Lead the way, Puppy."

Zelia nodded mutely, her mind still reeling from what she'd witnessed… so confused and distressed she barely even noticed the degrading pet name. They continued through the twisting alleys, the stench of decay growing stronger with each step. Finally, they reached a rusted grate set into the wall, half-hidden behind a pile of discarded machinery.

"Here," Zelia said, gesturing to the vent cover. "This leads into the ventilation system.”

“It’s down in the vent?” Caitlyn said, trading a glance with Vi.

Zelia nodded. “It's how I used to get around undetected," she confirmed.

Vi yanked the grate free with a screech of protesting metal. A ladder descended into inky blackness, the rungs slick with condensation and Janna knew what else. Caitlyn peered into the opening, her nose wrinkling slightly at the musty odor wafting up from below. "I'll go first," she called up. "Vi, you bring up the rear. Make sure our... guide… doesn't get any ideas about wandering off."

Without hesitation, she swung herself onto the ladder, her movements precise and controlled as she began her descent. As Caitlyn's head disappeared into the darkness, Zelia felt Vi's hand on her shoulder, pushing her none-too-gently towards the opening. "After you," the Enforcer growled.

Taking a deep breath, Zelia grasped the slimy rungs and began her descent into the bowels of Zaun.

Zelia grasped the corroded metal rungs, her fingers slipping on the slimy coating of grime and condensation. The acrid stench of mildew assaulted her nostrils as she descended into the inky blackness. Each step sent tremors through her weakened legs, muscles still not fully recovered from her captivity. The darkness pressed in around her, broken only by the faint glow of bioluminescent fungi clinging to the damp walls that made her think of Jinx and her colorful paint.

As she climbed lower, the air grew thick and heavy, laden with moisture and the metallic tang of rusted pipes. The ladder creaked ominously with each step, the sound echoing in the narrow confines of the shaft. Condensation dripped from unseen pipes, pattering against Zelia's skin and matting her fur. The deeper she went, the more oppressive the darkness became, pressing in on all sides like a living thing. Droplets of foul-smelling liquid dripped from unseen crevices, splattering against her skin and soaking into her borrowed clothes. The fabric clung uncomfortably, chafing against her tender flesh and the cruel modifications forced upon her body.

Above, she could hear Vi's heavy breathing and the creak of metal as the Enforcer followed her down. The confined space amplified every sound - the scrape of boots against metal, the steady drip of water, and the distant rumble of machinery. Zelia's sensitive ears twitched, overwhelmed by the cacophony of noise.

Finally, her feet touched solid ground. She stepped aside as Caitlyn watched her, and Vi finished her climb down a second later. In the dim light, Zelia could make out a network of tunnels branching off in every direction. Pipes of varying sizes snaked along the walls and ceiling, some leaking noxious vapors that swirled in eerie patterns.

"Which way?" Caitlyn demanded, her voice echoing oddly in the cavernous space.

Zelia hesitated, her golden eyes darting between the tunnels. Memories flooded back - of desperate chases through these very passages. The vents were a maze… but she remembered the route to where she had hidden it. "This way," she muttered, gesturing towards a narrow opening barely visible behind a tangle of pipes.

They set off, their footsteps echoing hollowly in the confined space. The tunnel was barely wide enough for them to walk single file, forcing Vi to release her grip on Zelia's arm. Instead, the Enforcer's presence loomed behind her, a constant, menacing shadow. They squeezed through the gap, the metal edges scraping against their skin. The tunnel beyond was even darker, forcing them to rely on touch and instinct to navigate. Zelia led them through a dizzying series of twists and turns, each passageway indistinguishable from the last to the untrained eye.

As they pressed on, the air grew thicker with an oily mist that clung to their skin and clothes. Strange, muffled sounds echoed from deep within the walls - scrabbling noises, distant screams of steam or whistling wind, and the occasional boom of opening and closing baffles that made the pipes vibrate. It made Zelia's fur stand on end, her instincts screaming danger at every step.

As Zelia led them deeper into the twisting maze of tunnels, her mind raced. The gravity of her situation pressed down on her like a physical weight. This was the apocalyptic option for her… the booby trap would free her from Caitlyn and Vi, but it would also destroy the key… leaving her with nothing to trade, nothing of value at all. She would be free… but free to do what? To die?

Her thoughts turned to Rasco, the ruthless leader of the Guild. She shuddered, remembering his cruel eyes and vicious temper. Word that she was back in the Undercity would reach him soon, if it hadn't already. Her only hope was to get to him first, to throw herself at his feet and beg for mercy before his wrath could fully form.

The image of Rasco's cruel, scarred face swam before her eyes. She remembered the way he looked at her, his gaze always lingering a moment too long. Perhaps... perhaps she could use that to her advantage. Men like him, they enjoyed having power over others. Maybe if she offered herself, showed him how sorry and submissive she could be...

Zelia's stomach churned at the thought, but she pushed the revulsion aside. Survival was all that mattered now. She had done far worse things to stay alive in the past. And after all she had been through with the Enforcers, what was one more degradation?

She imagined herself on her knees before Rasco, looking up at him with wide, pleading eyes. She would beg for forgiveness and promise to do anything to make amends. Then, before he could respond, she would reach for his belt, showing him exactly how she planned to earn his mercy.

The fantasy made her skin crawl, but Zelia clung to it like a lifeline. It was a plan, however desperate. And right now, any plan was better than none.

"Well?" Vi asked from behind her. "Which way now?"

Zelia startled, momentarily lost in her spiraling thoughts. She shook her head, trying to focus on the task at hand. Deal with one problem at a time, she told herself. Get through this, then worry about Rasco.

"Just... give me a moment," she muttered, scanning the walls. There, barely visible beneath a tangle of wires, was a faded symbol scratched into the metal. She recognized it as one of her markers. "This way," she said, pointing towards a narrow gap between two massive coolant tanks.

As they squeezed through the tight space, the cloying scent of chemicals burned Zelia's nostrils. She tried to breathe shallowly, focusing on putting one foot in front of the other. Just a little further, she told herself. Just get through this, and then...

Then run to Rasco and offer herself up like a piece of meat in exchange for her staying alive? The thought made her want to retch, but what choice did she have?

The narrow vent suddenly opened up into a vast chamber, the change so abrupt it made Zelia's head spin. The room was circular, easily a hundred feet across, with a domed ceiling that disappeared into shadow high above. Massive steel fans dominated the space, their enormous blades churning the air with a deafening roar. The constant motion created swirling currents that tugged at their clothes and hair, carrying with them the scent of oil and ozone.

In the center of the chamber stood a colossal turbine, its gleaming surface marred by countless pipes and cables that snaked across its form like metallic vines. The sheer scale of the machinery was breathtaking, a testament to the industrial might that powered Zaun's ceaseless industry. The wind had blown away most of the flowing fungi, but enough still clung to the walls in patches to see by, casting an eerie blue-green glow that danced and shifted with the air currents.

Zelia's eyes snapped inexorably to the small gearbox nestled at the base of the turbine, half-hidden beneath a tangle of thick cables. That was the hiding place she had chosen so long ago, when she still believed she could outsmart the powers that ruled over her. She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. "There," she said, pointing towards the gearbox. Her voice was barely audible over the thunderous din of the fans. "It's in there."

Vi's grip on her arm tightened painfully as the Enforcer's eyes narrowed, scanning the room for any sign of a trap. Caitlyn stepped forward, her movements cautious as she approached the turbine. The sheriff's keen gaze swept over every inch of the machinery, searching for hidden dangers.

Zelia's mind raced. She knew what waited inside that innocuous-looking gearbox – not just the key, but a devious mechanism designed to destroy it if tampered with incorrectly. It had seemed so clever when she'd set it up, a final safeguard against discovery… and, most likely, explode with enough enthusiasm to wipe out those that discovered it too. As the two women walked forward with her, Zelia’s survival instincts guided her… with a subtle shift of her weight, she angled herself to the side, ensuring that both Enforcers were between her and the booby-trapped gearbox. Her fur-covered ears lay flat against her skull, every muscle in her body coiled tight with tension.

As they approached the turbine, the noise grew to an almost unbearable level. The constant vibration made Zelia's teeth ache, and she could feel it resonating in her bones. Caitlyn crouched down, examining the gearbox critically. Her gloved fingers traced the edge of the casing, searching for a way to open it.

As Caitlyn examined the gearbox, Zelia's mind wandered back to the scene in the market. The image of Caitlyn kneeling in the filth, gently coaxing starving children to eat, played over and over in her mind. It didn't make sense. Why would the Sheriff of Piltover, a woman known for her ruthless efficiency, take time out of a critical mission to feed a group of Zaunite street urchins?

The contrast was jarring. Zelia had spent years seeing the Enforcers as nothing more than faceless oppressors, the iron boot of Piltover grinding Zaun further into the muck. But the tenderness in Caitlyn's touch as she wiped broth from a child's chin, the warmth in her eyes as she encouraged them to eat – it didn't fit with that image at all.

And Vi... the muscled Enforcer had stood by, her usual aggressive demeanor softened by something Zelia couldn't quite name. Was it approval? Understanding? The memory of Vi's nod, that silent communication with Caitlyn, took on new significance.

Zelia blinked as a realization struck her like a bolt of lightning. There was only one explanation that made sense, as impossible as it seemed: they actually gave a shit.

The thought was so foreign, so antithetical to everything Zelia thought she understood about the Kiramman woman and the Enforcers, that she almost dismissed it outright. But the more she turned it over in her mind, the more it fit. Vi's words from earlier echoed in her ears: "Caitlyn wants to fix things. She's driven to."

At the time, Zelia had scoffed, certain it was just another lie. But now, faced with the evidence of her own eyes, she began to doubt. What if... what if Vi had been telling the truth? What if Caitlyn really did want to make things better, not just for Piltover, but for Zaun as well? It was the only thing that made sense… but the implications were staggering. If the Sheriff of Piltover truly cared about the plight of Zaun's most vulnerable, it could change everything. It meant there was hope – not just for those children in the market, but for all of Zaun. For the first time in longer than she could remember, Zelia felt a tiny spark of something she had thought long dead:

Hope.

As Caitlyn's fingers probed the edges of the gearbox, searching for a way in, Zelia found herself at a crossroads. The booby trap she had set, once a source of grim satisfaction, now filled her with dread. If it went off, it wouldn't just destroy the key – it could seriously injure or even kill Caitlyn and Vi. And with that, it would extinguish whatever small chance there was for real change.

Zelia's heart raced, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Then she made up her mind. "Wait!" Zelia screamed over the thunderous roar of the turbines.

Caitlyn's hand jerked back as if burned, her eyes widening in surprise. Before either Enforcer could react, Zelia lunged forward, dropping to her knees in front of the gearbox. Her heart pounded in her chest, every instinct screaming at her to run, to save herself. But she pushed the fear aside, forcing herself to focus.

Her fingers flew over the surface of the box, feeling for the subtle catch she had installed so long ago. The metal was wet and slippery, and in her panic it was hard to keep a grip on it. She did it anyway, and sweat beaded on her brow as she worked, acutely aware of Vi and Caitlyn's looming presence behind her.

Her sensitive fingertips detected the almost imperceptible seam. With a deep breath, Zelia pressed down on the hidden mechanism. A faint click, barely audible over the cacophony surrounding them, followed. She felt rather than saw the subtle hook detach from the bottom of the box, disarming the deadly trap within.

Relief flooded through her, but Zelia knew she couldn't stop now. Her nimble fingers moved to the lock, deftly manipulating the tumblers with practiced ease. The familiar motions brought back a flood of memories – countless nights spent honing her skills, the rush of adrenaline as she cracked open yet another supposedly impenetrable vault.

With a final twist, the lock sprang open. Zelia hesitated for a heartbeat, then slowly lifted the lid.

The interior of the box was a testament to her ingenuity and desperation. A complex network of wires and delicate mechanisms filled the space, centered around a glass vial filled with a sickly green liquid. Zelia recognized it instantly—a potent combination of chemicals that would have mixed if the box had been opened with the latch still attached. After mixing, they would have turned into a deadly explosion in seconds.

And nestled in the center of this deadly contraption, gleaming softly in the dim, blue bioluminescent light, lay the key itself. It was a slender object, no longer than her palm… and the most valuable thing in Piltover.

Zelia became acutely aware of the sudden silence behind her. She turned slowly, her golden eyes meeting Vi's and Caitlyn's stunned gazes. The Enforcers stared at the open box, their expressions a mix of shock, awe, and dawning realization.

Vi's mouth opened and closed wordlessly, her usual bravado nowhere to be seen. Caitlyn's face had gone pale, her eyes darting between the disarmed bomb and Zelia herself. The vastaya thief could practically see the thoughts racing through their minds. For once, Zelia didn't feel the need to hide her true self. She stood tall and proud, meeting their gazes with unwavering confidence. Vi recovered first, stepping forward with tense muscles. "What are you playing at?" she growled, her fists clenching at her sides.

Zelia picked up the key. Gently, she held it out for the two of them. Then she sank to her knees. “I believe you,” she whispered softly. Then she began to cry.

End of chapter 7
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Epilogue - New Dawn

The office was shrouded in a thick, acrid haze that reeked of stale smoke and desperation. The walls were stained yellow from years of nicotine buildup, and every surface was sticky to the touch. Rasco sat at his desk, the flickering glow of a single candle casting long shadows across the room as he counted his ill-gotten gains. The clink of coins echoed through the space, punctuated by his occasional grumbles.

That damn Zelia...he seethed, slamming a stack of coins onto the table with enough force to make the candle waver. He should have known better than to rely on a vastaya slut as a thief… even if she hadn’t been bad at it. No loyalty in those animals at all. After she had robbed him, though, she had vanished completely. But now, after several months with no sign of her, whispers had started circulating through the Undercity. She’d been spotted. And when he found her...

Well, he would be having a long, painful conversation with her about loyalty before she became an example to the rest of his thieves about why he shouldn’t be crossed. Rasco's normally stoic expression twisted into a snarl, revealing his true intentions for Zelia's betrayal.

The heavy wooden door was violently thrown open, slamming against the wall with a deafening bang that made Rasco's ears ring. One of his thugs stumbled into the room, his sodden clothes clinging to his body and sweat dripping down his face. His chest heaved up and down as if he had just sprinted across the city of Zaun barefoot. Rasco's eyes narrowed in anger at the intrusion.

"What in the hell do you think you're doing barging in here like a madman?" he bellowed, standing so quickly that his chair screeched back on the floor. "You have five seconds to explain yourself before I—"

But the man didn't even give him five seconds. "Boss! You—you need to run! Right now!" he choked out, struggling to catch his breath and speak at the same time. Panic filled his wide eyes, and his hands shook uncontrollably as he gestured urgently towards the door.

Rasco froze, his gut twisting. Run? From what? Before he could demand answers, a flash of blue light erupted from the doorway. The thug yelped as an electrified net wrapped around him, the wires sparking and crackling with energy. He crumpled to the ground, twitching violently, his screams cut short as his body went rigid.

Rasco's heart raced as the net sizzled and died, leaving the air stinking of ozone and singed hairs. His hand instinctively went to the dagger strapped to his belt, but he hesitated as two figures stepped into the room.

Vi strode into the hideout first, her metallic gauntlets glowing with an otherworldly energy. It seemed as though they were alive, steam swirling off them and adding to the air of danger and mystery surrounding her. The Enforcer was recognizable to him at a glance… she was one of the most famous - or infamous, depending on who you asked - people in Zaun, after all. Her Enforcer uniform gleamed in the dim light, contrasting with the grime and decay of their hideout. As her vibrant blue eyes locked onto Rasco's, a smirk played on her lips, sending a shiver down his spine.

Following closely behind her was the Sheriff he had foolishly attempted to rob. Caitlyn, tall and composed, entered the room with ease, her rifle held casually in her hands. The eyepatch over her left eye glinted in the candlelight, adding to the mystery surrounding her. Her expression remained calm and collected, almost bored even, as if this were just another day on the job. But there was a precise calculation in the way she scanned the room, making Rasco feel like a small animal being hunted by a skilled predator.

‘How did they find me here?’ he thought, his mind racing. The guild's location was supposed to be secret. Known only to the most trusted members. He swallowed hard, his voice cracking as he finally managed to speak. "How... how did you—"

Before he could finish, a third figure stepped into view. At first, Rasco didn’t recognize her. The bright blue Enforcer uniform was unfamiliar, and her hair—dark and shorter than he remembered—threw him off. Then he saw the wolf ears, the golden eyes, the defiant tilt of the vastaya’s chin.

Zelia.

Rasco's eyes widened in shock as he realized who the third figure was. Zelia stood before him with an expression of disgust on her face. Her transformation was jarring. Gone was the little harmless thief he’d known and lusted after… and in her place stood someone who carried herself with authority. Confidence, even. Handcuffs dangled from her fingers, their metal glinting in the dim light.

Rasco stared at her, his mouth hanging open. "You?" he spat, disbelief and fury twisting his features. "What the hell is this?"

Zelia stepped forward, her gaze steady. "Rasco," she said, her voice firm and unyielding, "for your attack on the Kiramman estate and your crimes against the Undercity, and by the authority of the Piltover Council, you are hereby placed under arrest." She paused, letting the weight of her words sink in. "You will be judged for your crimes.”

For a moment, the room was silent. Then Rasco let out a bitter laugh, his disbelief giving way to sheer rage. "You traitorous little bitch," he snarled, slamming his fist on the desk. "After everything I did for you—"

Zelia cut him off, her voice rising. "Everything you did for me?" she shot back, her golden eyes blazing. "You used me. Just like you use everyone else. You don’t care about the Undercity. You don’t care about anyone but yourself."

Caitlyn stepped forward, her rifle trained on Rasco. "Enough chatter," she said coolly. "Hands where we can see them."

Rasco hesitated, his hand still hovering near his dagger. Think, damn it, think. But before he could decide whether to fight or flee, Vi moved. In one fluid motion, she closed the distance between them, her gauntlets crackling with energy. "Don’t make this harder than it has to be," she warned, her tone low and dangerous.

Zelia stepped closer, too, the handcuffs ready. "It’s over, Rasco. Surrender."

His eyes darted between the three of them, calculating his chances. He wasn’t a fool—he knew when he was outmatched. With a growl of frustration, he raised his hands slowly, glaring daggers at Zelia. "This isn’t over," he hissed. "You think you’re safe now? Do you think they’ll protect you? You’re just another tool to them."

Zelia didn’t flinch. She met his gaze head-on, her resolve unwavering. "Maybe," she said quietly. "But at least I chose to be. And at least I’m not your tool anymore."

As she stepped forward to cuff him, Rasco’s lips curled into a sneer. He was the guildmaster of the Thieving Guild, and he wasn’t going to go down like this to some bitch. He jerked his arm towards her, fingers stretching to catch whatever he could — hair, skin, cloth; it didn’t matter as long as he grabbed hold of her. He was ready to use every dirty trick he knew to get out of this alive. His survival instincts kicked in with feral intensity — but Zelia was faster than he remembered. Her quick response threw him off-balance as she deftly slipped beneath his outstretched arm. Her speed was uncanny, and the next thing he knew, she was behind him and had seized a fistful of his hair.

Her iron grip was unforgiving, and Rasco’s mind reeled as she yanked his head back so hard that pain shot down his neck. He hadn’t expected such strength from the slight, starved vastaya who had always seemed so skinny and helpless; it was as though he were trying to wrestle a wild animal as she dragged his other hand behind his back. Every muscle in his body tensed and strained against him, but Zelia’s grip refused to let go. Then before he could squirm free she used his own momentum against him, slamming his head onto the desk.

The impact left him stunned. A flash of light filled his vision as his forehead hit the wood, and for a moment he was disoriented. The surfaces of the desk dug into his skin, and he tasted blood where he’d bitten his lip. His pulse thundered in his ears, drowning out the room around him. He struggled to breathe, each intake of air ragged and forced. “You broke my fucking nose!” he spat.

“I said ‘surrender,’” Zelia repeated, her voice cutting through his daze with brutal clarity. The words echoed in his mind, a final nail in the coffin of his defeat.

He huffed out a breath as he felt the cold steel of her cuffs brush his arm. "You’ll regret this," he muttered under his breath.

Zelia leaned in close, her voice dropping to a whisper only he could hear. "No," she replied, her tone fierce. "I won’t."

The cuffs clicked into place, and Rasco’s shoulders sagged in defeat. For the first time in his life, he felt truly powerless. He glanced at Vi and Caitlyn, their expressions unreadable, and then back at Zelia. She’s changed, he realized with a sinking feeling. And there was no going back.

As they began to lead him out of the office, Rasco couldn’t shake the image of Zelia in that Enforcer uniform. It was like looking at a stranger — someone he had never really known at all.

This isn’t over, he told himself. Not yet.

But deep down, he couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, it really was.

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The Enforcer uniform clung to Zelia’s skin like a second layer she wasn’t sure she liked. It itched around the collar, the fabric too heavy and stiff compared to the loose, makeshift clothes she was used to in the Undercity. She tugged at the sleeves absently as she trailed behind Caitlyn and Vi, her wolf ears twitching under the brim of the cap she still hadn’t gotten used to wearing. The uniform felt alien—yet, in some strange way, it also felt right. Like it belonged on her.

Like she belonged here.

The Kiramman estate loomed ahead, its towering gates opening with a quiet hum of well-greased machinery. Zelia paused for a moment, her golden eyes scanning the ornate facade. It was hard to believe this was the same place she had broken into weeks ago, back when she was just a thief trying to outsmart the guild. Back when she thought her biggest problem was Rasco. Her tail flicked nervously behind her as memories flooded in—the cold basement, the hours of torture, the humiliation. And then… the shift. The realization that maybe, just maybe, Caitlyn and Vi weren’t just her captors. That they could actually be trying to fix the world. That she believed in them.

“You coming, Puppy?” Vi’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts. The red-haired Enforcer smirked over her shoulder, her hair contrasting against the brightness of her uniform under the afternoon sun. Caitlyn, walking beside her, glanced back as well, her one visible eye softening slightly.

Zelia nodded quickly, jogging to catch up. “Yeah, sorry,” she muttered, falling into step behind them. She kept her gaze forward, but her mind was wandering again. This was the third time she’d entered this estate. The first time, she’d been a thief, sneaking through the shadows, her heart pounding as she avoided the fight going on below. The second time, she’d been dragged in as a prisoner, cuffed and terrified, unsure if she’d survive, and the Enforcers had interrogated her in the basement for months. Now…

Now she walked through the front gate, her head held high. An Enforcer. This was her home now.

Vi and Caitlyn talked softly to each other, their voices a low murmur Zelia didn’t bother tuning into. Instead, her thoughts drifted to Rasco. The memory of his face as they arrested him sent a shiver down her spine. He’d looked at her like she was a stranger, like he couldn’t believe what she’d become. And maybe he was right. Maybe she wasn’t the same girl who had once sworn loyalty to the thieves’ guild. She felt… lighter somehow. Freer. For the first time in her life, she didn’t have to look over her shoulder, didn’t have to wonder when Rasco would call in another favor or demand another job. She was done with all of it.

The thought made her chest tighten with a mix of relief and anxiety. What did that mean for her? Who was she, really, without the guild? Without the chaos and the adrenaline and the constant fight for survival? She didn’t have an answer yet. But as she followed Caitlyn and Vi into the grand foyer of the estate, the marble floors cooled beneath her boots, she realized she didn’t need one. Not right now.

Suddenly, the conversation ahead stopped. Caitlyn and Vi turned to face her, their expressions unreadable. Zelia froze, her ears flattening against her head as a flush crept up her neck. She could feel their eyes on her, sharp and assessing, and her stomach twisted with a familiar mix of fear and anticipation.

“Officer Puppy,” Caitlyn said softly, her voice a velvet purr that sent a shiver down Zelia’s spine. The tall woman stepped closer, her eyepatch giving her an air of mystery that only made her more intimidating. “Why don’t you join us?”

Vi grinned, crossing her arms as she leaned casually against the doorframe. “Yeah, Puppy. Don’t keep us waiting.”

Zelia swallowed hard, her heart hammering in her chest. She knew they were watching her as she slowly began to undo the buttons of her jacket. The cool metal against her fingers felt like cold fire against the warmth of her skin. Her hands trembled slightly as she continued to disrobe, each piece of her uniform falling away and leaving her exposed.

She stood there for a moment, vulnerable and trembling, as Caitlyn and Vi's gazes roamed over her body, hungry. A bead of sweat trickled down her spine as she waited for their next move.

And then, in a silent understanding, she dropped to her knees. The cold marble floor sent shivers through her bare skin as she crawled forward, like a supplicant before her goddesses. Caitlyn extended a hand, brushing gentle fingertips under Zelia's chin to tilt her face up.

"Good girl," Caitlyn murmured, her voice both warm and commanding. And in that moment, as Zelia gazed up at them with adoring eyes, she knew that this was where she belonged - at their feet.

Zelia shuddered, her golden eyes locking onto Caitlyn’s. She felt… safe. Safe in a way she never had before, even as the power dynamic between them crackled in the air. She followed them willingly as they led her deeper into the estate, her heartbeat echoing in her ears.

The bedroom loomed before her, its opulence contrasting with the grit of the Undercity. Zelia paused at the threshold, her breath catching in her throat as memories flooded back—memories of sneaking through this very room, her heart pounding, her fingers trembling as she rifled through drawers and overturned bookshelves in her desperate search for the key. The air had been thick with tension then, every creak of the floorboards a potential death sentence. She’d been a thief, a shadow, a predator stalking its prey.

Now, the room felt different. Softer. Warmer. The same moonlight that had once illuminated her frantic movements now bathed the space in a gentle glow. Her golden eyes swept over the bed, its pristine sheets untouched, and she couldn’t help but compare it to the chaos she’d left behind last time. The memory of her own hands tearing through the room, scattering papers and trinkets, made her cheeks burn with shame—and something else. Something hotter, more primal.

Caitlyn’s voice broke the silence, smooth and commanding. “Come here, Zelia.”

Her ears twitched, flattening slightly against her head as she stepped forward. The cool marble beneath her bare feet sent a shiver up her spine, but it was nothing compared to the heat pooling low in her stomach. She hesitated for only a moment before dropping to her knees, her tail curling around her leg as she crawled toward the bed. The movement was deliberate, submissive, and it sent a thrill through her that she couldn’t quite name.

Vi’s chuckle echoed from behind her, low and teasing. “Look at you, Puppy. Not so tough now, huh?”

Zelia’s lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, she focused on the way her body moved, the way her hips swayed ever so slightly as she climbed onto the bed. The sheets were cool against her skin, a stark contrast to the fire burning inside her. She settled on all fours, her head bowed, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she awaited her mistress’ next command.

Caitlyn’s hand brushed against her cheek, the touch feather-light yet electrifying. “You’ve come so far,” she murmured, her voice dripping with approval. “From thief to Enforcer. From rebel to… this.”

Zelia’s chest tightened at the words, her mind racing. She had come far. Too far, maybe. But as Caitlyn’s fingers traced the line of her jaw, tilting her face up until their eyes met, she couldn’t bring herself to care. The power dynamic between them was intoxicating, the way Caitlyn and Vi held her in their gaze like she was something precious, something worth taming.

“Good girl,” Caitlyn whispered, her thumb brushing over Zelia’s bottom lip.

The praise sent a jolt through her, her body trembling as she leaned into the touch. She wasn’t a thief anymore. She wasn’t running, hiding, or fighting. She was theirs. And for once, she didn’t want to be anywhere else… or do anything else. Vi’s fingers wrapped in her hair, and Zelia closed her eyes, sinking into the sensation. She didn’t know what the future held, didn’t know who she was becoming. But in this moment, with Caitlyn and Vi surrounding her, she knew one thing for certain: she was exactly where she was meant to be.

And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

End of story
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