Stirrings | Hells-Enforcer
“Lock them all away. None of
them will ever see the sun
again for the rest of their lives
with what they’ve done.”
A rogue Noxian cult had taken nest in Piltover’s
expansive sewer system. Not one to stand idle,
an investigation was immediately sanctioned by
none other than the Sheriff herself, sparing no
effort and even participating in the investigations
herself. She wasn’t going to let some crazed
fanatics despoil Piltover, after all. No, not under
her watch. And it was a major bust, one that
months and months of investigations had led up
to, and thanks to the collective efforts of Piltover’s
law enforcement as well as some outside assets.
Every police asset had already returned to the
precinct, save for Caitlyn, who was always the first
to enter, and leave a crime scene, always looking
for pieces of evidence that her subordinates may
have overlooked. With a discerning eye and her
caliber of deduction, it didn’t take long for the
acclaimed Sheriff to discover a hidden passage,
one that was cleverly hidden by a mechanism
that was activated when one of the breasts of a
seemingly benign statue were fondled.
The darkness of the revealed corridor was partially
illuminated by a waning, crimson glow from the
opposite end of it. The Sheriff even finds herself
scoffing at how terribly cliched the scenario that she
found herself in at the moment, and yet she enters.
Any more evidence to lock up these abhorrences
and keep them locked up was well worth risking it.
Brighter and brighter did the crimson glow gleamed
the deeper she went, until she happened upon a
deserted and nondescript room at the end of it. So
bland of course that the Sheriff could have actually
complained had it not for the presence of one item.
“Well, well, well, what do
we have here?”
The elation in the Sheriff’s rhetorical query was all
but palpable as she hovered over her find. Upon
a low pedestal lay a pristine, titanic dildo, hewed
from a single, massive ruby that refracted the glow
of a lone torch in the room with the compliment of
its blood-red refraction. It was simply massive and
mouthwatering, standing proudly erect at twelve
breadths while sporting a raunchy curvature with an
imposing girth. Indeed, it wouldn’t be a lie to say
the Sheriff felt a distinct wetness mounting between
her thighs then and there as she marveled that
magnificent piece.
“Well, it looks like the
investigation is far
from over after all.”
