Not So Sisterly Love (shemalex2/female, throat fucking, sweat, noncon)

Story by smutmancer

( This is a commission for Avictimisme, but also my first story. She is helping me get into writing, so any constructive criticism or feedback is very appreciated. Also, some people will argue that Jinx and Vi are not sisters. I don't really know if they are or not, but it was part of the request. )

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Jinx sat huddled into the cold corner of the dreary holding cell, her knees bent to her chest, her arms wrapping around them tightly. She could just barely hear the rowdy crowd outside, their muffled cheers the only thing breaking through the ringing silence of the desolate police station. Very few criminals continued to operate under the watchful eyes of Piltover’s new sheriffs, leaving the cells empty today, bar one maniacal youth. But with no one to put on an act for, her mask was beginning to slip. There was no gleam of excitement in her crazed eyes, but rather a look of dread, incoherent mumbling replacing her typical obnoxious laughter. The consequences of what she had done began to weigh down on her, mind racing through all possible outcomes for the situation she found herself in. It wasn’t exactly the fact that she could possibly be locked away for the rest of her adult life that was bothering her, but instead the realization that she would be face to face with her big sister again soon. The same bitch that was responsible for everything she ever did -- at least that’s what she told herself.

That moment would come much quicker than she was prepared for, her body flinching at the sound of a heavy door slamming in the distance. Jinx gulped as she tried to hold her head up, not willing to show just how nervous she really was. She could hear two pairs of boots stomping their way towards her, rather cheery laughter being shared between the two approaching officers. The blue haired girl timidly turned to face the bars of her cell as those steps were rounding the corner, just in time to meet the smug smirks of her captors, regaining their composure after a humorous exchange. The duo wasted little time getting to their captive, Caitlyn pulling out a jingling pair of keys while the large woman stood nearby, her gaze unwavering. “Hey sis.” Vi said with feigned affection, the cell door squeaking open. She took that opportunity to push past Caitlyn, eager to be reunited with her sister after a long time away.

Jinx didn’t reply, she couldn’t, her heart thudding as she turned to face the wall. “I was just telling Cait here about what I used to do to you when we were younger,” Vi taunted rather boldly, “do you remember?” She closed the gap between them, leaving very little room between her legs and Jinx’s body. She wanted the girl to feel small, helpless, often using her size to bully her sister when they were younger. Again, Jinx didn’t answer with words, but her shifting expression gave the answer her sister was looking for. The menace of Piltover bit down on her lip, her eyes beginning to tear up as she thought of her past, becoming increasingly more uncomfortable as her sister invaded her personal space.

“Oh, is she about to cry?” She could hear Caitlyn’s accented voice tease from behind her sister, the officer ecstatic to see Jinx in such a condition after months of chaos and destruction.

Meanwhile, Vi’s expression turned to one of hunger, an animal stalking its prey. She was a sadist in every sense of the word, an officer for the sake of brutality, her sister’s pooling eyes exciting her. “You’ve been causing us quite a bit of stress, lately. I think you know how you’re going to make it up to me.” Vi said; her message was likely clear enough, only underlined by the sound of her zipper being undone.

“You can’t do that!” Jinx screamed, her head snapping up to face her sister, tears now running down her cheeks.

“Why not?” Vi asked nonchalantly, seemingly unphased by her sister’s sudden outburst.

“Because… you… you’re a cop.” That reasoning was met by laughter from both her sister and the woman on the other side of the cage, laughter that was abruptly interrupted by Vi leaning forward and grabbing hold of her sister’s thin neck. Jinx let out a gasp as she felt those large fingers squeeze down on her throat tightly, Vi getting a firm grip so that she could begin to lift the girl upwards. Jinx was dragged up against the wall until she was standing on wobbly legs, only supported by her sister’s choking grasp.

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