The Mayors Son

“You want me…to babysit?” She snapped, that insane glint sparking in her eyes as she stared down the sweaty, stuttering mayor of Bandle City. He held up his hands like a shield to an oncoming onslaught, stammering over his excuses. “N-No! Well…Yes, But the b-boy is nearly 23 years old now, so t-think of it more as escorting him around while I go t-to this diplomatic meeting.” He explained, taking his little silk cloth and dotting his damp forehead. Trist rolled her eyes, leaning away from the Mayor and folding her arms. Taking a deep breath and after a few seconds she spoke again. “How…long are you going to be gone?” She asked reluctantly, her gaze skeptical. The Mayor cleared his throat, seeing her coming around to the idea made him visually relax as he turned off the fountain for now. “Later this evening, so just watch him for a few hours, make sure he doesn’t get into any trouble…And then drop him off when I give you a call.” He said, a small, reserved smile on his face, clearly thankful that she was agreeing to such a menial task. She was the goddamn Yordle Gunner, best in her field, reduced to following around some frat brat.

Though she agreed and left the fuzzy yordles office and as if the gods were determined to shit on her day, there he was leaning against the wall beside the door, arms folded, looking like a grade S douche, she stayed her first thought, wondering if eavesdropping was the only thing he was good at, and spoke in a lighter, though still stern tone. “I suppose you and I are attached for the next few hours.” He scoffed and rolled his eyes, standing up fully, he was only about a inch or so taller than her and he was damn sure looking her over like he was a foot taller, the way his eyes dropped from her face right to her hips sent a disgusting chill down her spine and her face scrunched up and she got in his face almost instantly. “Look here prick, I have to watch over you, but that doesn’t mean I have to put up with your shit, got it!?” she snapped, a fire in her eyes. The young Yordle male looked unfazed, leaning back from her death glare, fixing the shirt that she had ruffled up. “Oh is that what you think? Heh, Okay.” Was all he said before turning and sauntering away, Trist wanted to just leave him and go home, maybe tinker with her gun to calm her nerves but she had agreed to help the Mayor with his…offspring. Following loosely behind she was curious as to what made him think that he had any power over her.

“Bet you’re wondering why I’m not scared of your bullshit.” Was all he said, continuing to walk through the doors of the Bandle City Government Building, Trist didn’t answer him, not wanting to agree that her concerns were ‘bullshit’. When he caught on, he just continued to speak. “Look around you, this is my dad’s city, which means at some point it’s gonna be my city, hell it’s already my city, I can do whatever I want basically!” he said, letting out a loud, rather obnoxious laugh, she narrowed her eyes at him, not even sure that his spineless father would put someone like him in charge of cleaning the courthouse toilets let alone the entire city. Her face must have told more than what she wanted because he looked at her and burst out laughing. He stopped moving for a moment and then with no warning he closed the gap between them and was close to her, arm wrapping around Trist’s thick hips, she leaned away and pushed against him, but his grip was stronger than anticipated. “I get what I want, and if I can’t get what I want, I just go to dad and miraculously whoever told me no winds up living in a dumpster, do you get me, fatty?” he hissed, his breath hitting her face as she turned away and gave another much stronger push and freed herself from him, rearing back with a clenched fist, ready to put this ass to sleep, but he moved away, putting his hands up defensively. “Hey, hey, hey; whoa, You wanna lose your job, that’s all cool with me, maybe then you’ll come crawling to me then, and I like when they crawl…” he said with a sneer, She shook violently, wanting nothing more than to grab boomer and show this guy what his balls looked like when they were being shot off at Mach speeds. But as much as she hated to think about it, he was right. Mayor was all about pleasing the public and trying to use diplomacy and non-aggressive tactics to settle disputes and sometimes even wars, she assumed that the people vote him in every year because they could literally get anything they wanted with enough pushing. She huffed and lowered her arm, and then her head as her ears lowered slightly as well. She could hear him chuckle and say something that made her retch inwardly “Good Girl…Now let’s hit this party.” He said, turning again to start walking, Trist followed, not saying much after that, but was now on high alert.

Soon after they arrived at what could only be described in one word, irresponsible. Loud music violated the air, her keen nose able to pick up the alcohol and drugs from almost a block away, she just followed behind the ass as he seemed to be getting excited, bouncing around to the music’s heavy base line and chuckling to himself. They came up on the party quickly, the Mayor’s boy bursting through the door, cheers and jeers following as he said something incoherent that the gunner could only decipher as some god awful frat boy speak. She sighed and leaned in an unoccupied corner while he disappeared off into the mass of bodies. She was sure he’ll be fine, and if something happened to him he probably deserved it. After what seemed like hours she was bumped awake by a shuffling body pressing against her, she blinked awake and looked up, ready to snap at whatever drunken asshole had tried to touch her, and low and behold it was him, the Mayor’s shit kid, and reeking of swill and some sort of plant that she couldn’t put her finger on. He was grinding on her front, causing her to look up and prepare to scream at him and shove him off. She was almost instantly cut off by wet lips and a forceful tongue down her throat, causing her almost to gag. The corner was secluded slightly so no one really paid much attention to her getting sexually assaulted. She summed up some strength past the shock and managed to push him off and slip by him and moved away up the stairs, not sure why though, the front door would have been logical but with how packed it was she would have had a tough time. She wiped her mouth and yanked open the bathroom door, thankfully no one was in there but it smelled awful but she didn’t care she needed a spot to relax and calm down. “Th..That fucker…He’s soooo lucky I don’t snap his fucking neck…I swear I’ll—“ as if on cue there was a banging on the door followed by a slurring statement. “C..come one fatass open the damn door, I gotta piss!” it was him, she didn’t respond, there was no way he would know she was in here right? “All the other doors are open and no one’s in ‘em, so you’re in there, now open up before I piss my pants!” she rolled her eyes, she would rather let him wet himself like the man-child he was but the smell was getting to her, and it would give her ample time to get back outside and possibly escape this hellhole.

“Fine…” she muttered to herself and opened the door, ready to slide by him, but before she could react she was shoved back into the bathroom, very hard, so hard that she almost fell back into the dirty tub, she growled at him, screw his shitty background, she was gonna tear this fuckers head off, but as she charged at him he just lunched and grabbed her, turning and slamming her hip into the sink, causing her to cry out and knock over a few things, his hands squeezed her plump rump, causing her to lean close and bite his shoulder, though somehow he didn’t seem effected, must have been all that booze in his system, he pressed her against the sink then whirled around and slammed her against the wall, her head smacking against the tile, she grunted, the room spinning a bit, he hissed at her. “I said I always get what I want, bitch!” he grabbed her by her hair and pulled her forward only to slam her head aginst the tile again, she was dizzy now, and she swore she felt something warm against her head, and down the back of her neck, she was tossed to the floor then, belly first, struggling a bit to move away, though his weight was on her almost instantly, his hands tugging at her waist. “You don’t seem like the type to put out, so I bet your shitter is tight as hell.” It was only after did she feel her pants come down did she realize what was about to happen and she struggled violently, pressing against the tile floor, kicking her legs wildly. “G..Get the fuck off me, you piece of shit!!” she screeched, though a hand covered her mouth instantly and he heard his slurred voice at her ear. “Shut the fuck up you fat ass fuck, or I swear you’ll be tossed to the glade so fast…now hold still.” She heard the heart wrenching sound of ripping panties and then the ominous jingle of a belt buckle, and then she felt it, something pressing against her backdoor, something she had never done with anyone ever. She screamed and kicked though with the loud music and his hand no one would hear, then it happened, she felt the tip push in and her head jerked up, eyes widening, beaded tears at the corners of her eyes as he didn’t stop, pushing further and further into her asshole. “Holy…shit, I knew you’d be one uptight bitch but fuck!” she heard as he started moving, violently humping her as she could only cry out in pain from him. It lasted too long, minutes seemed to fly by as he ravaged and raped her ass, she has screamed her throat raw and could only let out a grunt or groan of pain now, her hair a mess, the smell of urine and booze now stuck in her nostrils, though she heard his breath pick up, and he spoke again. “F-fuck..I’m about to cum, mhg knew this fat fuckin’ ass was worth it, shit..oh shit…f..fuck! AAGGHH!!” he arched and pressed deep into her, and she felt the heat deep in her lower body, feeling sick to her stomach, but as soon as it happened it was over and she gasped as she was suddenly empty again, the hand was removed from her mouth and she was left there. The Mayors son stood up shakily fixing himself up and talking over her. “My pops should be calling you soon, make sure to tell him that I decided to walk myself home, and I’ll make sure to have him call you up whenever I need an…escort. Later, fatass…” he said with a snicker, Tristana shuddered at the thought of ever having to go through this again, she slowly just curled up on the tile floor, shaking and sobbing as she heard the bathroom door shut.
“K..Kill me…Just…kill me…now..”