Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Slave was aware that she had been asleep a long time. At least a day, while her normal self had been wondering about the loneliness, and the guilt and the shame and revenge. And then who knows how long on top of that she had spent getting her will eroded back to normal. But she was awake now. Which meant no more negative emotions, ever, for the rest of her life.
At least as soon as she got the chains off, of course. She didn't like wearing chains, because she didn't need them, because she was obedient. She obeyed her orders without question. But she couldn't see anyone to take orders from.
"Mistress?!? Master?!?"
"Oh good. You're awake. Guess I will get the chains off you, in a matter of minutes. Or hours. Maybe a day."
An indescribable sense of relief washed over her when she realised she wasn't alone. It was an Asian accent, cute and bubbly and let laced with deadly intensity. She couldn't tell anything else because her view was obscured by being chained to the table.
"Did I say you could speak? Well don't. Don't speak."
Footsteps, loud like someone was running.
"Mmm...? Ah! It's okay princess. It's okay. It's okay! You can let her free now."
There was another Asian woman, taller than her mistress, but just as slender. She seemed familiar, familiar enough so that slave lost her train of thought. She was brought back only when she felt a finger idly stroking her wrist. Did the other slave remember too?
"Do you remember her, princess? She made you like this. She took away all your thoughts, and nearly destroyed us. And now we have her. And she will pay for this, for the rest of her life."
The women looked at her, her eyes, and muscles straining, as if she was trying not to forget.
"J...j...Jasmine."
Slave was Jasmine, when she was awake. But why did the woman remember her? Why...did it feel so good to be vacant and obedient.
It feels good to be controlled.
Her fingers felt good...sliding along the lips of her pussy. And it felt good to watch Princess do the same.
"Princess, stop. Slave, stop. Good girls. Now, focus, sister, F-o-c-u-s."
Sister? What did that mean?
"You were one of those in charge of bringing this slave in to have their mind erased sister, sister. She escaped, and you were one of the scapegoats that took the fall, who got demoted, who lost everything...but then I saved you. I bought you, as a mindless slave, instead of leaving you to be fucked by any number of fat white morons for the rest of your life. I did it for our families honour. And because I love you."
Silence. Was Princess crying? It must just be something in her eye. Slaves didn't cry. Slave wasn't programmed to deal with things like this, and saying anything was clearly against direct orders so she just...didn't.
"I...I love you too, Mistress."
And that was the end of the conversation.
Then the silence broke.
"Suki. She's yours now. Do with her what you will."
Slave didn't move, just sitting prone , thinking about obedience and slowly getting hornier and hornier as she fingered her pussy lips in anticipation. Then something weird happened.
Princess, no, Suki, went to a rack, clearly just used to store dildos and grabbed the most beastly one out of the lot, straight from the end furthest from Slave. If Slave's pupils were marbles, Mistress had pupil's like dinner plates.
"Close your eyes and spread your legs, slave."
She wasn't going to fuck her with that. No way.
Slave waited eagerly, and then screamed in pleasure, and in pain.
She loved cock, but this vibrating massive cock was something else, stretching her pussy wide and then spasming her clit she nearly forgot the pain. She could feel her legs shaking as her Mistresses voice cut through the loud whirring of the dildo.
"Open your eyes, and push it in further."
Her mistresses had wasted no time in stripping naked and beginning to make-out with each other, the shorter, the one with colored streaks in her hair, entwined beneath the much taller one, eyes closed and their breathing loud and heavy. They were just getting started, but Slave's pussy convulsed, and she came hard.
Not that either of the two sisters seemed to notice or care. It seemed weird, maybe it was that they both seemed to be taking and giving equally, or the fact they were moaning in Japanese. It...it just didn't matter.
As she watched Suki begin to eat her sister's pussy our from underneath her, slave slid the dilido back in, further this time.
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Slave awoke the next morning to the sounds of loud piano playing from several rooms away. Bright sunlight streamed in through an open window, which was in stark contrast to the last room she had been in, which had been very...dungeon-like. She didn't remember much, just that she hadn't been keen to be left alone all night, and that the two sisters had been very keen to be left to themselves. The door to the room had been left ajar, and her Mistress walked in before Slave's feet had even touched the ground.
"Mistress?"
"You're not in trouble slave. I just...you did me a great favor yesterday, whether you intended it or not. I want to show you how thankful I am. Now lie down."
