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Midmorning. Faded grass sways in the cold air as the creak of a bike comes to a stop and two shoes grace the pavement of a sidewalk moments later. Thick, messy black hair, a red jumper and striped stockings. Maya adjusts her bag as she starts for a large house with several stories. Her parents would be home, with her adoptive sisters not far behind. The very thought of dealing with them makes her mood heavier like a lead weight, oppressive and desaturating. Other thoughts, more appealing ones, begin swirling in her brain like advertisements on a billboard, tempting and exotic. She smiles, thinking of a hentai that had a suspiciously good dub that made her audibly laugh out loud the other night. This positive strain is broken immediately upon the aftermath resurfacing, making her forehead sweat and face go red, her heart racing. Mymy and Coco’s faces flash. “W-woah!” Maya stumbles, her fall prevented only by the feel of a familiar grip on her hoodie.
“Watch where you’re going, Fritzl.”
Maya turns to see Mymy, wearing a white shirt and blue skirt with boots and her usual red hair bow. “Oh. Thanks.” Maya mutters, standing upright. Mymy stares at her before tutting with a grin.
“Let’s go. I have something I’ve been cooking up for a while…” Mymy says, grabbing Maya’s hand. Maya’s mortified blush being pointedly ignored, they rush inside the house and up the stairs to their rooms. They pass Coco’s door, the sound of music playing at a reasonable volume hitting them briefly as they go further. The final door is flung open and promptly slammed shut once both girls are inside. The room was exactly as Maya had remembered from her last kidnapping; Striped wallpaper, the flag of the VOC hanging directly in the centre of the back wall and a picture of William the Silent off to the side. Mymy stands at the door, taking off her boots as she watches her adoptive sister wander around. She smirks, kicking the door closed with the back of her heel. “Welcome back, Maya. Escaping from what comes next is not something that can be negotiated.”
Maya turns her head around, taken aback. “Huh-?” She feels herself then pushed onto the bed, hands either side of her head and Mymy’s crazed eyes staring down at her. The dark amber irises were barely visible behind the blue contact lenses, the freckles in high-detail as excited breath blew between their faces. “H-hey, w-what are you doing!?” Maya struggles, weakly attempting to push Mymy off without much effort, a guilty feeling of arousal blossoming in her chest when Mymy firmly grabs her wrists and holds them down.
“I’m going to show you something amazing, Maya. I’m going to fucking blow your mind with what comes next~” Mymy whispers, leaning in, her lips centimetres away from the girl’s ear.
“Mmm, I- I’m ready! Fuck me, please!” Maya moans, her body shaking with goosebumps. “I’ve w-wanted this for s-so long…”
Silence stretches out far beyond what would be considered comfortable to any normal human being. Presently Mymy blinks, a face of utter disgust dragging her features. She draws away.
“Ew, what the fuck!?” Mymy says, holding herself. “Ew, ew, ew, ew!”
Maya’s eyes glaze-over, her heart sinking down through her chest, the bed, several of the other stories of the building and finally into the earth’s crust. Her entire body is numb from shock and embarrassment so life-changing her brain struggles to process it. “Whuh?”
“I was going to tell you that I made the student council!” Mymy says with vigor. “Which now makes you my slave!”
“I don’t think that’s how it works. But okay.” Maya says, lying flat on her side and staring off into space. Mymy drools slightly, the dreams of supremacy and cruelty playing across her vision obscuring the pathetic form of Maya. When she finally comes-to she blinks, now noticing the statue currently paralysed on her bedsheets. She rolls her eyes and strolls over, sitting beside the huddled creature.
“You know, you really need to get this incest fetish of yours figured out.”
Maya springs up. “I don’t have an incest fetish!” she retorts indignantly. “In the case of adoption-”
“-In the case of adoption, we’re not related. But you still have to admit it’s weird. And gay.” Mymy adds, poking her. Maya blushes, opening and closing her mouth. “It’s not normal to want to be fucked by someone that treats you like a sibling.”
Maya scowls. “You don’t treat me like a sibling at all. You treat me like a plaything, a subhuman. Oh, and a ‘Belgian sodomite’.”
“Because you are.” Mymy replies matter-of-factly. She then thinks for a moment, a slow but consistent smile broadening across her face that sends warning shivers down the Brabantian’s spine. Maya backs up to the headrest, her socks kicking at the covers in vain. Mymy crawls over, her hands once again locking Maya’s wrists at her sides with an iron grip. Something catches Maya’s eye, causing her heart to hit her throat with a yelp. Mymy’s skirt had ridden up, her panties visible in the corner-mirror. The nihonjin's face was mere inches away from her own now. “Maya. Do you want me to treat you… like an Untermensch?” she says softly, breathing the last word. She kisses Maya’s cheek.
The world shatters for a fraction of a second, all senses suddenly taking an undeclared vacation before being called back angrily by upper management. Once back at their stations, sight, hearing, touch and smell return, with taste following moments later as soft lips touch hers, a tongue worming its way inside Maya’s mouth, each girl’s unique flavour of saliva becoming noticeable to the other. Breaking the wet connection briefly, Maya looks up at Mymy with hazy eyes. “J-jawel! Ontheilag me mar, zusje~”
Mymy gives a grimace. “Give it to me in proper Dutch, filth.” she whispers, biting the girl’s ear. “Not that peasant-tongue.”
“Sorry, sorry... gebruik me gerust. Gebruik me waarvoor je maar wilt…” Maya says with unsteady breath, her shaking chest rising and falling as the other girl nods approvingly and captures her lips in another passionate kiss. Her hands release their grip and travel down Maya’s body, one going underneath her jumper while the right slid beneath Maya’s panties. Her entrance was already wet, the sticky fluid forming strings between Mymy’s fingers. Her pupils dilate, snapping to Maya’s red face. “I- I- I- I had no idea that was- that I was-” Maya attempts to finish her sentence but chokes on her own words, her legs spasming as Mymy gently flows her fingers in and out of the girl’s coin-slot.
The motion remains consistent, each push drawing harried gasps from Maya. Mymy eventually stops, wiping the vaginal discharge over Maya’s trembling stomach. Maya pulls the cords on her hoodie, hiding her face in the fabric and the mess of her own black locks. “Naughty, naughty…” Mymy tuts, sitting back and pulling both of Maya’s legs up. The girl whimpers as Mymy slides her panties up and over her ankles, the clothing item flung across the room without a second thought. The striped stockings follow suit, draping over the mirror that reflects each moment of the debauchery. One of the feet is then lowered beside Mymy’s face, her tongue snaking out to lick the skinny pale ankle of the leg that was now shaking so hard it was practically vibrating. “Want me to lick it, Untermensch? Want me to ravage you, take advantage of you while you’re in this state?”
“Yes- yes please! Do it!” Maya squeals, an eye peeking out from the tangles of wiry black hair to gaze bashfully up at the dominant Dutch Übermensch above her. Both were panting, sweat dripping, hormones running wild. The temperature in the room was getting hotter, the dim light from the closed blinds deepening their growing intimacy, until-
“Maya? Mymy? Are you two in there?” an innocent voice asks, the sound muffled through the door.
Both girls freeze, eyes wide. “FUCK.” They both mouth, their heads snapping to the entrance at the sound of a click. The doorknob begins turning.
TBC