Ionian Whores

The auctioneer handed the leash to the latest slave to her new owner, who immediately began ripping off her clothes to the cheers of the crowd. The girl looked to be about 16 years old, Ivan guessed, and he couldn’t help but whistle along with the rest as her perky teenage breasts were revealed. However, much to his and the rest of the room’s disappointment, once all her clothes were gone, he tugged at her leash and led her away to his table. Apparently he wanted to be entertained privately. As the pair walked past him as his normal table, he looked at the slave’s face. It had become a habit he adopted to glimpse further into the fascinating culture of Ionia.

 

All of the slaves wore one of three expressions as they were lead towards their servitude: stoicism, the look of someone desperately trying to keep themselves from crying, or hysterics. This particular one fell into the second camp: her eyes, though partly covered by her long brown hair were red and swollen and her jaw  was clenched, but she offered no tears or cries of mercy yet. From what he had heard about the odd city-state, it seemed like they all were trying to maintain their emotional “balance” or whatever, but those who weren’t able to contain it completely lost control. It was almost enough to make him feel bad about the whole thing. Almost. After all, Noxus did conquer them fair and square. If their warriors had been stronger or more capable, all of these women could still be free.  

 

Movement to his left made him turn in his seat as his friend Ulrik returned. He plopped down in his chair with a satisfied smile that reached his dark eyes. Ivan raised an eyebrow. “Well you look happy. So his offer was legitimate then?” His friend’s smile widened and he nodded excitedly. “I couldn’t believe it. 100 gold to do whatever I wanted with her. I’m amazed there isn’t a line circling the block.” Ivan had to chuckle at that. “Well, Zed was never known as a giving person. I’m guessing a lot of people thought it was a joke like I did.” The older man shrugged. “Well, word is gonna catch on soon. I’ll probably even go back for another round a bit later. 100 gold to fuck Ionia’s favorite nun in the ass? That’s a once in a lifetime deal my friend.” 

 

“Twice in a lifetime if you go back. What was her name again?” Ulrik’s eyebrows furrowed in thought. “Uh...Karma I think. Yeah, that sounds right. I mean, I didn’t ask her myself, and she never told me. Unless her name is ‘UHHH! MMMM! FUCK.’” A few people are neighboring tables glanced over at them. “What? There’s a whore making that exact same noise 15 feet that way and you’re giving me shit for repeating it?” They shook their heads and turned back away. “So did I miss any bargains?”

 

Ivan shook his head “Not really. Just a few young ones that fetched a price that was probably 20% more than they deserved.” Ulrik chuckled and shook his head slightly. “So just a few more sluts for the privileged booth dwellers?” The younger male cocked an eyebrow and rolled his eyes with a nod. “Well, I know you’re trying to wait for the perfect deal, but if you really want a slave, you’re probably going to need to just sack up and buy one. She doesn’t have to be perfect, she just has to be one you want to fuck.” 

 

Ivan sighed and glanced up at the stage where the auctioneer was taking a long drink from a bottle of water during his break. “I know. But these girls are getting pretty expensive. I don’t want to drop 2 weeks worth of pay on a random girl only to have a better one up for sale right afterwards.” Ulrik shrugged and signaled at one of the workers, who brought over a tray of drinks. He plucked a non-descript glass of amber liquid and took a sip. “Would you prefer waiting until it’s too late and not having any?” 

 

As his friend considered the question, the larger darker man downed the drink and pushed himself away from the table. “You do what you want, I’m going to go have another go at Zed’s slut.” Ivan glanced up at him with a smirk. “You mean Karma? That didn’t take too long.” The other man scoffed. “Yeah Karma, whatever. She’s a nice piece of ass, and 100 gold for that is more than worth it.” As he took a few steps back towards the booths, the younger man called out. “You better be careful. You hit that too many times and you won’t have any money left to buy yourself one.” Ulrik gave him the finger without breaking stride.

 

“Ok ladies and gentlemen, sorry about that little break, but we are ready to resume with the sale of some prime Ionian Whores. Next up we have a veteran of the League of Legends, and what is known as a ‘Star Child’.” The auctioneer gestured to the backstage area, and the large anonymous henchmen marched out from behind the curtains, leading a very tall, lithe, majestic looking creature with purple skin, a large horn on her forehead, and what looked like goat legs. 

 

“Some of you might be familiar with Soraka. She’s about…” The weasley looking man glanced up at her, then eyed her up and down. “6 and a half feet tall and I would be surprised if she weighed 100 pounds. Not much tits or ass to speak of unfortunately, and that horn and her legs aren’t exactly sexy either, but she’s got a pretty face, and she seems rather obedient. Go on, give us a twirl slut.” Soraka looked oved at the auctioneer, then back to the crowd with an emotionless expression. After a moment, she gently took hold of her leash, and pulled it up before spinning around on her heels. 

 

“See? What did I tell you? Now…considering her less than ideal appearance, why don’t we start the bidding on the low side. How about 1000?” Ivan’s ears perked at the price. That was extremely affordable, even for him. Unfortunately, several others agreed. “Woah, woah, ok. 2000.” There was a pause, and after looking up at the creature’s exotic purple skin, he flicked the switch under the lamp on his table to signal a bid. “Thank you, 2000 is the bid. Do I hear 2250?” 

 

Around him, Ivan could hear other patrons discussing the woman for sale. “I don’t know man, she’s got goat legs. How do we know she even has the right stuff down there?” A table to the left lit up. “2250. How about 2500?” Ivan pressed his button again, raising the bid up to 2750. “Eh. Too tall for my taste. And that horn looks pretty sharp. Wouldn’t want that thing anywhere near my-oh my god, STOP GAGGING YOU STUPID BITCH. If you keep that up, it’s gonna be my dog’s cock you’re choking on next.”

 

“2500 once?” Ivan’s eyes wandered up and down her slender figure, picturing what was beneath her conservative white robes. “Why is her skin even that color? Does she have some sort of disease?” The auctioneer scanned the room. “2500 twice?” Ivan held his breath, his cock already stiffening in anticipation. “No way man, I’ve heard her vagina’s got teeth.” 

 

“Sold. Thank you sir. Please come collect your purchase.” He won. It took him a moment to find the willpower to push himself to his feet. His hands fumbled in his pants for his coin purse and he nervously opened it, counting in his head as he nervously made his way up to the stage. As he passed some of the other tables, the patrons congratulated him. “Good job, hope she’s worth it.” “Careful with that horn when you’re fucking her face my friend.” “You got balls kid. No idea what’s laying between those goat legs of hers.”

 

He reached the stage and extended his palm with the necessary coins with a trembling hand. The auctioneer peered at the currency, then up at him before shrugging and gesturing to a large bag. After Ivan dumped the money into the bag, the weasley man handed Soraka’s leash to him with a smile and a nod. “Have fun with that one boy.” He said before turning back to the crowd. “What a steal that was, right? So on with the rest of our mechandise…”

 

As the man continued rambling on, Ivan stopped listening to him, and instead looked at his new slave, who met his gaze with a visage of calmness. Her eyes looked through his face, seeming to gleam into his heart, slowing his pounding heart and giving him the will to turn and led her back to his table. A few whistles followed them, as well as a few guys and more than one girl regretting not bidding on the slave. She took long, slow strides behind him, making no effort to overtake him or resist, following obediently as one would expect from a more experienced slave.

 

Once they reached his table, he gave slack on her leash, and gestured for her to sit, which she did after giving him a nod. Ivan slid into his own chair, and ran a hand through his dark brown locks, not entirely sure what to do now. He looked over at Soraka, who was gazing back at him with an unreadable expression of calmness. It wasn’t even the stoicism he had gotten used to seeing from the other Ionian slaves. It was pure serenity. 

 

“Can I ask you something?” He asked finally. The star child tilted her head slightly and her lips curled up at the edges of her mouth. “If I understand our relationship, you can do whatever you want.” His face flushed slightly in embarrassment, and he looked away for a moment. “Well…why are you so calm? I’ve seen dozens of your sisters walk through here, and while many of them hid their emotions, none of them were as calm as you.”

 

Soraka blinked before answering, her voice even and soft. “What good would being emotional do? Ionia has been defeated, and because of our failure, this is the consequence for our women. It’s out of my hands. But being depressed or fighting back will accomplish nothing but making my emotional state negative. There may yet be a happy ending for my countrymen, but that’s no longer up to me.” She tilted her head again. “Does that adequately answer your question?” He gave her a slow nod as he considered her words.

 

“So…you’re ok with being my slave?” Her eyebrows twitched up for a moment. “For now, that is my place.” Ivan resisted the urge to roll his eyes. It didn’t quite answer his question, but it was close enough. “Ok, well, take off your dress.” Soraka nodded and stood up almost without pause, loosening the purple sash around her waist and then pulling her arms up through her religious robe before letting the material fall off her body. The auctioneer had been right about her not having large breasts, but despite their smaller size, they were perky and round in a way he wasn’t sure human tits were capable of. At their center laid small pert nipples that were a darker violet color atop cute areolas. Her body was hairless save for the long braid atop her head, and at the apex of her thighs was a small mound that was almost identical to the others he had seen in his life. From his seat he could see purple lips peeking through.

 

After about half a minute of him staring at her fit exotic form, he mentally shook his head. “Um, ok. Good. You can sit down again.” She slid back into her seat gracefully, and sat with her back straight and her hands folded on the table in front of her. Images of what he wanted to do flashed in his head, and he glanced down at her chest more than a few times before looking away awkwardly. He knew that she was his to do whatever he wanted, but for some reason, he had an inexplicable desire for her to like him. Some slave owner he was.

 

“Master, if I may…” Ivan glanced up at her. “Yeah, go ahead. But ‘Ivan’ is fine.” Soraka nodded and continued. “If you prefer, I will call you Ivan, but I have no issue referring to you as Master. It IS what you are. But anyway, Ivan, it seems as though you are anxious and conflicted about something. I only wish to assure you that you need not worry about my emotional state.” Seeing the man’s confused expression, she continued. “I’ve seen the absolute worst humanity has to offer, so nothing you could do to me would come as a shock. But I looked into your mind already, and I can tell that deep down you’re a good man. I have no fear for myself in your service. You will have me do things I would rather not, but my life will never be in danger. And that’s all that I ask of you. Other than that, I am yours to command.”

 

Ivan felt his confidence building after her reassurance. Before he could lose it again, he made his move. “Come here and get on your knees.” The star child nodded, her expression not changing, and pushed herself away from her chair and onto her knees, walking over slowly to his seat. She stopped as she reached the area between his spread legs, and looked up at him for more orders. Being so close to her, he couldn’t help but reach out and caress her smooth purple cheek. She tilted her face into his touch lightly, and encouraged him to continue. “Take out my cock.” Her dexterous hands diligently unzipped and unbuttoned his pants, opening them enough to reach in and pull his hard dick out into the chilled air. 

 

When her eyes returned to his again, he forced himself to say the word that he was screaming in his mind: “Suck”. She parted her soft lips and enveloped more than half of his meat before sucking lightly on the sensitive flesh, and swirling her tongue around the stiff rod. He closed his eyes and moaned as she worked enthusiastically on his cock, pleasing him with the kind of skill that he had never before experienced. He gave himself away to the amazing sensation of the star child slurping on his dick, and was tempted to just let her go to town on it the rest of the night. But as her ministrations continued, he felt an itch that he almost couldn’t explain build. He finally released what it was, and quickly muttered another command. “Deeper.” She opened her jaw wider and swallowed more of his cock, pushing herself deep until her lips were up against his pelvis. He tangled his fingers into her hair and held her against him, groaning in pleasure. She made no attempt to pull back.

 

“Ughhhh, lick my balls.” He had no idea where the idea came from; the words just kind of tumbled out of his mouth. But sure enough, Soraka’s talented lips partly slightly and her long pink tongue slid out and flicked lightly against his nuts. His eyes crossed and his hand began trembling lightly as pleasure overwhelmed him. He held her head there for some unclear amount of time before he finally released her and leaned back in his chair with a contented groan.

 

Soraka let his cock slide out of her mouth and took a few deep breaths, as well as a few soft coughs. But she still sat on her knees below him, waiting for further instructions. Ivan opened his eyes and looked down at her, feeling a deep desire burning in his gut. He tried to catch his breath and make up his mind about what his next move should be. Finally, he decided on something simple. “Stand up and bend over the table.” She nodded in understanding, and pushed herself to her feet, turning around on her heels and leaning over the furniture, giving him a perfect view of her round, soft, purple ass.

 

“Spread your cheeks.” He said, getting to his feet and moving up behind her. Her long, deft fingers grabbed her malleable flesh of her butt and pulled them apart, revealing her small puckered hole. He pressed the tip of his dick up against the tight passage, and gave an experimental first push. As he expected, it didn’t want to budge. “Open.” He said impatiently. “I’m trying Ivan.” She responded, her voice rough with exertion. He paused for a second. “Call me Master.” She nodded and let out a small whine as he pressed against her butt again. “M-master.” She squeaked. Finally, the head of his dick pierced her sphincter and penetrated her tight hole, making her groan. 

 

“Tell me you love it.” He said, feeding more of his length into her. “Ugh…I love it Master.” She said, sounding quite convincing. “You love what?” He asked, giving a quick thrust deeper. “AH! I love you making love to my butt.” He almost wanted to laugh at her word choice, but instead pushed further into it, burying himself into her ass. “Ask me to fuck you.” He whispered into her ear. “Please fuck me Master.” He obliged. His thighs smacked against her butt cheeks over and over, each thrust making her whine and shake, but she continued to verbally encourage him. “More Master, please.” 

 

He worked in her as fast as he could, working up a sweat and drawing the attention of more than a few curious spectators. She even began lightly moving back against him in time with his thrusts, making the resulting smack of their flesh even louder. He didn’t know what possessed him to do so, but with his left hand he reached over her and grabbed her horn, and pulling her head back. She gave a surprised moan, but didn’t offer any complaints, verbal or otherwise, so he didn’t let go, and instead continued frantically fucking her ass. He wanted to go for a long time, to pound her until she couldn’t walk, but at the end of the day, Ivan was just a normal guy who hadn’t had sex in 6 months. He felt his orgasm approaching very quickly, and could not find the willpower to slow down.

 

“Tell me you want me to cum in your ass.” Soraka gasped and swallowed before she managed to gasp. “Cum in my ass master.” It was more than enough to push him over the edge. With a quiet moan, he exploded inside of her, shooting his load deep into her bowels and coating her insides with his hot, sticky seed. He stood over her for a moment, not wanting to pull out of her perfect butt, and just looked down at her pretty face. She opened her eyes again, and found his gazing at her. “Was that satisfactory Master?” She asked, still trying to catch her breath.

 

“Yes, yes that was great.” He said, finally managing to pulling himself out of her. “I just wish it could have lasted longer.” The star child turned as he took a step back. “Do you want me to rejuvenate you so you can go again?” Her face kept the same calm expression, and Ivan couldn’t help but wonder how in the world he can gotten so lucky to be able to make her his whore.