Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

Renata

Apologies for the delay. Last week, I came down with a lovely case of covid 19. Which inhibited my ability to do much of anything, especially writing smut. I feel much better now though, so here is your regularly scheduled degeneracy.

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Caitlyn sat on the edge of the pool table trying not to watch Jinx. It was all her stupid body's fault. Her mind saw Jinx for what she was. A criminal who'd ruined countless people's lives and cost Piltover untold amounts in damages. But her body, it saw only the definition of her shoulder blades, the valley of her back, the curve of her hips, and her round ass. Caitlyn did her best to ignore it, to be sensible, but her body had a strong will. She should have been thankful when Jinx slipped back into her shorts. Yet, a part of her pained to see her ass go; a stupid, stupid, stupid part.

Jinx retrieved a spherical, glass flask from her shorts. It contained a glowing, blue liquid. She flipped the cap with her thumb and downed it in one gulp. Some sort of drug, knowing her. It was then that Caitlyn's body forgot all about the body beneath Jinx's clothes and saw her for who she was.

"Are you quite done?" Caitlyn asked.

Jinx scowled. "Like I'd want to spend a single second longer with you, Beet."

"Then go."

"Fine, I will!"

"Good, you should!"

Jinx tucked her flask away and stormed for the doors. Caitlyn looked away. She wouldn't watch her leave. She wouldn't. She snuck a peek as she heard the doors open. Jinx met her gaze, over her shoulder. They shared a disgusted huff and broke eye contact. Jinx slammed the doors. Caitlyn found herself looking at the cum patch Jinx had left on the pool table. Her body made her feel a stupid feeling.

Caitlyn spread her pussy and Jinx's cum leaked all over the front of the table. She should have a shower and clean it all away. She tasted it, and then some more.

Moments later, as Caitlyn feasted on cum, the doors swung open. They did not slam, as they were prone to do. Instead, they opened with a graceful elegance. A tall woman with a robotic arm strolled inside as if she owned the place. Covering her mouth and nose was a silver gasmask.

Her hair was long, black, with streaks of white. She wore a three-piece suit; white pants that hugged her ass, a black waistcoat, and a white jacket that left the sleek, silver of her robotic arm exposed. Her breasts bulged her waistcoat. Her ass and hips stretched her pants to their limit, pulling them tight around a sizeable bulge.

She stared at Caitlyn with inhuman eyes; the whites were black, and the pupils were white. They studied her, scanning her with the precision of a machine.

"Do you consent?" The woman asked. The gasmask muffled her voice and added a wispy quality.

"Can I have your name first?" Caitlyn asked, hopping off the table.

"No. You will call me Baroness."

"Yes, Baroness. And yes, I consent."

The Baroness towered over her by two heads. She raised her robotic hand to Caitlyn's cheek. The ends of her fingers were sharpened. They chilled Caitlyn's skin. "You are to do what you're told, when you're told. Are we clear?"

"Of course, Baroness." Caitlyn bowed her head. "As you wish."

"Head upstairs and clean yourself off. You are to make yourself presentable. The help have laid out an outfit for you to wear, of my choosing. Once you are properly clean, return to me." The Baroness edged around her, brushing the back of her hand against Caitlyn's hip. She sat on the couch and absentmindedly waved Caitlyn away.