Bristle gets laid

Sivir couldn't think straight. How long had she been here, how many times had she been used already, these frigid shackles cutting into her wrists? It didn't even matter, it was back for another session, Sejuani's boar Bristle. Mounting her like it always did, rubbing the tip up against her unwilling slit, some precum serving as the only lube she would get, before he speared into her, grunting loudly. The abhorrent stench native to boars wafting to her nose again, she felt compelled to vomit, but her diet of water and grain wouldn't allow her more than a few dry heaves before her body gave up. Starting to thrust, she felt tears well up in her eyes, as they always did. The boar was so rough, and with each thrust she could feel him pounding against her cervix. She hated being here, she hated Sejuani and her boar, she even hated herself. She hated absolutely everything, as she felt the tears slide down her face, gritting her teeth as the boar made use of her. She wanted to bawl, and beg to be released like she had the first day, or to curse and condemn as she did the second day, but she had already lost count of how long she had spent like this, getting fucked silly by this pig. Feeling him bury himself as deep as possible, the tip painfully forcing itself through her cervix just a little, as it finished, filling her with it's seed and the warrior felt shame. Shame because she could feel herself orgasm, her piss loosing itself as her tongue hung out, the disgusting goo from Bristle filling her to the brim and spilling out easily. Finally dismounting, he simply turned and trot away, content for the moment, as she lay half-awake, his seed leaking out of her lewdly.