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WaveVelour

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"There." An ice bag was tossed over the sofa. Onto a round pair of pillows. And some coconut oil was placed nearby as well. "Ugh.. Unbelievable."

They often said twins could feel each other's pain and joy. Well in that case, Arisa was glad that they weren't, she and Maya, given the ridiculous thing her silly sister had done. Or done to her? Well it was a little ambiguous. Countless times, she had told her not to trust that guy. Hooked in and tricked and taken advantage of. And ultimately had her pretty little tush… Well Arisa didn't want to think about it. Didn't want any images flashing through her mind. How her sister looked, or sounded for that matter, while the jerk claimed her from behind like that.

Her life, her body. No, that wasn't a valid argument. Not when they had the same last name, which was a respected one. And she intended to keep it that way. Felt awfully responsible to do so.

The shame her sister should have felt sat in her too. Seeing Maya lying facedown on the sofa with her bottoms rolled down, the only comfortable position for her right now, wasn't all that different to seeing herself like that. Yeah. She was angry with Maya for letting it happen. But that paled in comparison to her fury against that guy.

"Well.. That's not really-"

"What? Don't give me that look. How am I supposed to know what helps with that?" Arisa vented, rolling her eyes at her sister's bare bottom, where she'd put the ice bag earlier. Yea. She didn't bloody know how to treat a sore bum hole. Why would she? Though, she knew too well how to deal with perverted snobs.

"Watch your back, sis," Maya said as her sibling headed to the door. It earned her a stern glare from her older sister. "Hm. Yeah. Not the best mantra right now."

***

A sandal slammed the break, causing the SUV to skid into a screeching halt. Right outside the luxury house where her sis had left her dignity. The boot swung open with a mechanical hiss before she got out of the humming vehicle. Her short brown locks danced in the breeze. It made her ivory kimono cling to her body, defining a frame rounder than Maya's. More capable as well. Said figure walked to the back of the vehicle, gingerly pulling out a katana. During its arching motion in the air, moonlight bounced off the ornate sheath, reflecting the sparkling stars like a blessing that she would restore her honour.

Her head tilted back. She eyed the windows, knowing he would be watching. And trembling. And desperately trying to find a hole to run into and cower. "Kakurete mo muda.." Arisa muttered quietly, striding towards the gate. As graceful as her walk was, her sharp sword pierced the door violently. "Y-ah!" And a kick did the rest. Unlike Maya, she wasn't a very talkative woman. And she wasn't there to talk either. Sheathed again, her sword was held at her hip, slightly bobbing with her long steps once she entered.
 
Yesterday had been fun. The columniation of some time of work. It helped to invest yourself in powerful people, and Maya had good blood in her veins. Pretty too. So Sakuya Ounata hadn't minded talking to her when they met in the club. He was there to see a man her father already knew, one less pristine than the mayor-hopeful that had spawned the pretty twin daughters. But even if Maya's dad was known for both honor and good wits, his daughter was victim of her own hormones. Sakuya had little trouble courting women who were at that age when they wanted to mate, whether they knew it or not. He was quite something, himself, having risen in ranks in the Yakuza so easily, simply by amping up the bloodshed he was willing to do, compared to his competitors.

A few constructions contracts later, a business were his dark element and the day-living politicians usually met, and he had friends in high places. Until they were enemies face-down in the river.

Maybe it was that air of darkness that hung around him that had called the younger of the twins in. They talked at first, in the bar. He'd worn a good suit over his long limbs, and smiled lecherously at her. His friendliness had offset the threat in his aura, and the equation had amounted to excitement and charm for Maya. He wanted to see how much he could make this little brunette angel do.

As it turned out, it was a lot.

Last night had been the crowning event of a fortnight's worth of casual courting. His brand of danger had won her over enough that she'd meet him at a more private bar, and then at this city home he kept. And kiss too. He'd held Maya down for the fucking but she'd moaned well enough despite also looking distressed when he made her cum her brains out. But she didn't liked it when he put in her ass. She'd cried about it, despite her native juices lubing up his way. It had made him like it more, and he'd been merrily taking that virginity from her, and leaving welts her on her buttcheeks the shape of his hands. And some prints around her neck too. He'd remember her fondly, despite sending her home in a cheap cab.

With his curtain drawn, he saw her likeness step out of the formerly screeching car, now.

He had just seen a man about a chain and a cement anchor, and meant to take it easy for the rest of the night. Thus the unbuttoned shirt and unbelted slacks. The blade in the night caught his attention more then the sound of her wheels had, and he took a last sip of his vodka before making it a windowsill ornament, with a plant that his housekeeper tended to, among her duties which had included plenty of Maya's and his own fluids, not twentyfour hours ago.

He hurried down the stairs to the sound of her breaking first his gate, and then his door. He made it to the landing when she'd gotten inside. And when he saw her standing there, he thought of Maya. But he thought this one was prettier. She certainly looked more formidable, with a sheathed sword by her side, standing in his hallway. He was just a tall man with pretty features and a noble nose, sternum showing. But the blackness in his eyes did give something away, as did his confidence in such a stressful situation.

"Your sister wore a kimono, too." he said and came toward her. "Here, let me take it for you, like I did for her." His grin was almost pristine, but how could Arisa fail to understand the mocking undertones. He reached for her with his left hand to give her a first target to strike at, and if she did slash at that limb, he'd quickly retract it so his right and dominant hand could fly, and catch her across her cheek.

He was about ready to try more flesh from the same genepool.
 
All bark and no bite. Yea, some people were like that. Arisa did bite however. Pretty hard sometimes. Although she was known to be the more reasonable and collected sibling, the more boring one in other words, she could turn rather wild when it was about her family and loved ones.

Overprotective? Maybe. Prudish? A little bit. But, her anger was justified this time. It was beyond disrespectful of him to send Maya in a mockery of a state like that. With handprints on the arse, and a lingering ache in the anus, which probably extended deeper. He should have been more dignified, and she would probably just pretend that she didn't know he slept with her sister. He just had to be an arse, and crudely demonstrate how big of an arse guy he was too.

Hugged by silk, her own hips subtly swayed. For only a few steps before she met him in the foyer. At least, he hadn't run the other way to avoid a confrontation. But then again, she would have found him eventually.

Maya in a kimono? Not a very common sight frankly. Attire, attitude, customs, and such. The girl didn't value tradition as much as she did. The privilege of being the younger daughter she supposed. And if her dear sister shimmered in silken wrap to play the proper girl to humour his fantasies, that would only fuel her anger more. Regardless, her kimono was awfully more difficult to undo than Maya's.

Despite everything, she wasn't there to chop limbs or sever heads. She did intend to cut though. Cut his daringness and ego. Into little pieces so that he wouldn't make a display of those again. When he started speaking, the words were hardly what she wanted to hear. From her hip, her sword arced upwards, the hilt pressing against the underside of his chin. So that he wouldn't spit out more poison.

"Snake," she said. "You'll never slither around my sister again." The sword was pulled down as she finally slapped his hand away with a dismissive flick. "You'll mention this to no one," Arisa added. Not really talking about this visitation of hers. What he did with her sister rather. Would that be enough though? Didn't he deserve a punishment of sorts? He did. How and where though? Not sure really. Well it would be only fair if it was in the same place.

"Where did you..?" Arisa asked then. Being disturbed by the taboo act he'd performed on her sister, she kinda couldn't bring herself to talk about it very clearly. "Here? Show now." With the hilt again, she nudged him.
 
Maya had been something of a challenge. Not as much as these prim, highborn girls always thought they'd be, but he hadn't pulled her panties down and impaled her right on the spot at least. He made a game of it, pretending to be less bad than what they said, and still worse than what she was used to. They always thought they wanted someone difficult. Well, she had plenty of difficulties under him, sweating and screaming her lungs out. It was the payment he took out of her after having spent more time on her than most women.

He had filled her head up just as he had her lower body. Cock will get to your brain. Both shame and that endorphin drunkenness would have her body confused. Confused, spoiled girls usually mistake their confusion for infatuation. So he just had to assume this other sister was acting mostly on her own account. It was strange seeing Maya's features set in such a stern expression.

His body stilled when he reached her and the weapon graced him. This one was more of a firecracker. His grin showed he was amused and interested. There was a challenge in his eyes. Her family was certainly the kind to hold grudges, and old blood sometimes went medieval with their retribution. But he had met enough murderers to know this pretty thing wasn't going to go all the way.

"Pretty accessory you have there. Not the handbag kind of girl?" He offered calmly.

He listened as she asked. The sword was a good motivator. There was a moment of puzzlement on her pretty features. She had different emotions than Maya. He was curious what other things set them apart. And she gave him the perfect opportunity.

"Where?" He repeated, pushing into the sword to see if it would make her back off. But then he'd be the one to retreat. The hall was adjacent to his living room. And she would have to follow. "Most of it happened in the bedroom, since your sister is kind of a traditionalist." He said with some fondness in his voice. He made sure he remained close to her, towering over her.

"Play last." He said, steady voice, and the big television mounted on the wall flicked on suddenly. He had of course been watching his latest conquest, which was Maya. So her twin sister would get to see her own face moaning in the recorded clip, tears streaming down her face and the remnants of a kimono on her body. It was filmed from the side, and by the angle and placement of the giant cock from the powerful body she'd already glimpsed on him, it was easy to deduce he was, indeed, fucking Maya in the ass.

He was hoping the sudden display would be enough to distract Arisa, and if she looked, he'd quickly grab the handle of her katana, and twist it out of her possession, backhanding her with his other hand to have her land on the couch.
 
Having seen her sister already, Arisa had a vivid picture of the aftermath of his perversion. Though, how exactly did he carry out the villainous act of ruining her sister's bum? How loud Maya had been? How hard did he do it? Did her really? Well she preferred to stay ignorant of the details. There were a lot of taboo things involved that she avoided to mull over. She didn't need to either. It was utterly disrespectful what he did. And he had a lot to answer for. She didn't need to know much else beyond that he must pay for it.

"The type of girl that gives you nightmares. Move." Having her admirable bum swaying in front of him, especially him, would have been pretty dumb. Naturally, she let her host take the lead, following him to the room where he supposedly got too acquainted with Maya. Hearing him talk about her disturbed her, causing harsher punishments to occur to her during their short walk to the bedroom.

Huh?! A codeword to engage some security protocols? A bold dare to urge her to do her so-called last move against him? Alarmed for a moment, Arisa's fingers tightened around her sword. Oh.. He was just voice commanding the TV. Well, she could be a jumpy girl sometimes. Surely, she was more cautious and less carefree than her sibling.

As it turned out, those other options would have been more preferable. He hit her with something she couldn't fight with a sword no matter how sharp it might be. Her head sharply snapped towards the screen. Was that..? Did this jerk record it? "Maya.." Suddenly her sister was there. Compromised, and violated. Crying as if saying 'Save me sis.' A few frames of it was enough to deeply disturb Arisa. "Y-you!" And she couldn't watch more than that. She turned her head away, a crimson hue settling on her face.

It was distracting enough, and soon hers weren't the only hands on her sword. She was a strong woman. But, that strength wasn't always physical. She loosened her grip on the hilt. Letting it go, to hold it from the end of the scabbard instead. The length of the blade gave her just enough leverage to counter his superior strength. Arisa yanked hard then, to pry the weapon off his undeserving hands. Well she managed. But the momentum flung the sword out of its embroidered sheath, shooting it upwards, fast and high. The sharp blade embedded itself in the ceiling.

The struggle made her open to his attacks. The sharp slap he landed on her face rang across the room. It pushed her away and made her spin. All the way to the nearby sofa. Her knees hit the side of the furniture, while her upper body toppled over the armrest. Her face dropped on the seat, her bum rising at the back like an overgrown peach wrapped in silk. Not for long though.

"Ayamachi ne." In frustration, she slammed her fist into the sofa. Rolling forward, she quickly rose. When standing on the sofa, she was now the taller one who got to tower the other. And she was quick to take advantage of it as well. "Hyaa!" With one shapely leg outstretched, she launched into the air, flying towards him to kick his smug face.
 
She had a clever mouth. But so did Maya, and that hadn't gotten her very far. The seething in this female visitor amused him, and it was obvious she had this romantic notion of honor engraved in her, probably deeper than her sister, that might as well have been her twin. He was going to enjoy sampling her to suss out their differences. Girls in kimonos and katanas are usually interesting bedmates. He would let her express exactly how much she hated him soon enough, but it wouldn't be under the circumstances she hoped. He just needed to get the upper hand. These little women liked when they were overwhelmed. Though Arisa didn't know that about herself yet. She didn't even know it about her sister, he was sure.

But he could see even now, that she wasn't entirely privy to what had happened. She cringed away from the few details he hinted at, and let him know exactly how innocent she was. He thought Maya was sheltered, but this heroine was likely worse. Sheltered by her good breeding and affluent family. Thinking she could come here when he was one of the worst in this city. In the end, she was just a little girl playing with swords. He couldn't wait to show her the real world. Like her sibling, she would discover that it was a pain in her ass.

And she showed just how inexperienced she was. All that anger and intent on retribution was derailed by just a bit of armature porn. She looked horrified after the expression of recognition had settled. He quite loved her for the heartbreak he saw, and snickered when she gave it. The poor sister was so taken aback by Maya taking it up the ass on the screen that she faltered. Hah. Who looks away like that, like Maya in her digital form deserved privacy? His cock twitched inside the slacks when he was reminded. That clip had given him a lot of joy and reasons to rehydrate.

Her incited rage made her sloppy, and he did get to grab her sword. She was quicker than he thought. Maybe there was a reason for why she'd chosen that weapon. But the game for it ended up with it stuck in his ceiling. His prize became her form, flung onto the couch. Sakuya's brows raised when that pretty butt was lifted for him, and he was engrossed by it when it jiggled as her fist hit the couch.

He snapped back into readiness when she threw herself at him. This woman actually thought she could best him in a physical match. He spun out of the way of her kick. Having remained exactly where they'd stood when they'd bickered for the sword, he could pluck up the scabbard in his circular motion, and complete that move by whacking the scabbard across her ass, once she landed after the flying kick. If she had somehow allocated the sheath beyond his reach, he'd settle for doing the same, but with his open palm. He was ready to learn what he could about the buttock he punished. All the while, her sister's fate was playing on the big, loud screen.

And he wasn't done. When she inevitably spun around to meet him again, he would tackle her, the shoulder of the arm that hadn't accosted her ass aiming at her torso, so the free hand could grab the collar of her kimono, and he could throw her over him by pulling it, hoping to slam her onto the floor and take the air out of her.
 
Like the blade it housed, the scabbard was somewhat flexible. As such, it had some whipping prowess. Some silk was on its way, but that didn't really hinder the impact much. Or at all really. The curved sheath found its curvier targets, flattening the immediate area it sharply hit. How much the flesh beneath caved was wholly dictated by the intensity of the swing, when the consistency of her back facing assets made them so pliant.

This mockery of an attack didn't make her yelp. She was better than that. The way half of her angry little face contorted gave away that she felt it though. Rather clearly at that. An urge to rub her buttocks? Yeah, it was there too, dismissed by the well-disciplined Arisa. "Stop toying," the big sister said, cold and without emotion like she was known to be. She spun to face the fiend. Sword or not, she intended to make him regret touching her sister, comprehend that he made a grandiose mistake.

Her kimono sat loosely around the back of her neck. Like it was supposed to be really, to mark some elegance with an exposed nape. It made the collar a convenient spot to grab her from. The heftiness of her features was relative. Otherwise she wasn't a large person. For someone trained, it wouldn't be a great feat of strength to lift and toss her around.

The silk fabric screeched when yanked. The tugging loosened the obi and the waist tie hiding beneath. The V formed by the overlaps deepened, the newfound cleavage hinting at mounds more humble than her four-year-younger sibling's.

Her pretty kimono didn't make the fall aesthetic. Following a dull thud, she found herself on the floor, staring at the ceiling. "Gck-" The pain shot through her spine. She arched her back, her stomach thrusting up before eventually settling again. "Tate, baka.." Squeezing her small fists, Arisa got to her feet with a hurried but smooth motion. She pulled one of her legs back, raising a hand with her fingers outstretched. Her narrowed eyes scanned him for weaknesses. Everyone had those. Everyone.

"What?.. That's the wrong ho-Ha-Agh!"

Her sister's voice was vivid and loud, hitting her from behind like an arrow. It was also an invisible leash tied to her neck, pulling Arisa towards the screen in the back. Seeing it, a first time violation, her hands raced over her face as the haunted brunette looked down and away.
 
He was elated to see the strike of the sheath landing. He thought Arisa was better built for this kind of punishment than Maya. The flesh there was receptive to the whack from the scabbard and the explosion of jiggles was generous and promising. He had quite the plan for that buttock and it's neighbor. She was not that deterred but he knew that it had at least affected her. What kind of a villain was he, if he could not handle the likes of this silk clad intruder?

He didn't wait long after. Maybe the disturbance of being spanked was still giving him an advantage. If not then the rest of his physical superiority would. He rushed at her and took her kimono. He made a point out of not just pulling her over himself, and doing so rather her easily, but also to slam her ruthlessly on the floor and, before letting go, tugging cruelly upward in the flap he was holding, this increasing the partition of the robe. He knew the limitations of her power and reaction speed now. And he knew he could overcome it.

He grinned when she coughed and suffered audibly on the ground. Pretty things have pretty misery. It was so enticing, hurting the cocky woman, and it certainly slowed down her bravado. With Maya, he'd trusted coercion and a kind of dark charm, but it seemed he didn't have to be so subtle with this older sibling. She had forced her way into his home, and so would he into her body.

After her initial pain, she shot up. His sadistic inclinations were engaged, and so was his competitive nature. For a moment she took a rather intimidating stance. He was ready for a fight, until she was distracted by her sister becoming sodomized. Or, rather, distressed by it. While the sound all but crumpled Arisa, it brought out pride and pleasant memories for Sakuya.

She turned her back. She even covered her face. It was easy for him to come at her from behind when her sensibilities had stunned her. He grabbed the shoulders of her kimono and yanked them down to the height of her elbows, effectively incapacitating her arms before thrusting his knee to the back of both of hers to make her kneel on the floor.

If all of this was successful, he would disrobe her completely but keep the belt, which he would tie her wrists with quickly, behind her back. This would leave her on her knees and with her hands without use. And depending on how faithful she'd been to the traditional clothing, her chest may be entirely exposed, too.
 
Wrong and disturbing, it was a constant distraction, what was on the TV. No, she didn't bloody need to see that. Or hear for that matter, but her sister's cries crept into her ears regardless. It sounded like she wasn't awfully used to things entering her body through that round lil opening. A first time then? What about Arisa? Well that was easier to guess, she being the more conservative and less adventurous sibling.

Her bare hands. Bare feet. She ought to break that TV using whatever, and stop this name-tainting display. Not to put things on display herself though!

Her kimono was made for grace, not roughness. It didn't fare particularly well against his manhandling. Tugging it from the shoulders was like opening a two-handled drawer, revealing some private goods. Loosened already before, the decorative sash and the waist tie were untied by the sudden pull. As the silk slipped from her shoulders, the garment drifted apart down the middle, like parted curtains.

It wasn't something she expected during a fight, to be disrobed. "H-uh?" Arisa's hand raced over her waist. She was fast. But instead of the obi, it was only her bare belly what she felt against her palm. Spilt outside, her breasts hung freely. Being only averagely sizable didn't stop her mounds from bouncing when she fell to her knees. And they kept doing so as her arms shot back. "Ho?" The sleeves of the garment dragged her arms with them before it slipped off completely. "Iya!-" Arisa shouted in protest, in disbelief that she was bare in this man's house, made to show herself to him. She was quite susceptible to embarrassment. The shame of having her fair, spotless skin unclothed immobilised her enough to let him work on her arms.

When her obi turned into a makeshift restrained, she finally came to her senses. Arisa tossed herself forward, away from him. Her breasts were squeezed against the floor as she landed on them. She quickly rolled on her back, propped up on her elbows. Her gaze went to her bare breasts and then him. "No." Using her shapely legs, she inched backwards. Her sandals struck the floor firmly, pushing back and carving folds into her white socks. Dull compared to what Maya would wear on a special occasion, seamless nude briefs covered her privates, though still hinting at the shape of her petals.
 
It was a really good weapon, the television. Even though he was subject of being distracted by it himself, when the pretty Maya had given in, but more than she planned. He still remember using only her cunt juices to lubricate his introduction of his cock to her asshole. And the result was what was on the screen now. The distressed but not maimed woman, having her first experience. Really it was art, a document of someone becoming more a woman than they were before. But Arisa didn't think so. She was even further derailed by the scene playing than him. It sealed her fate.

He easily pulled the kimono down. The material was so fine that it all but burst from his yanking. He coughed in delight when he breasts, smaller than the ones on the screen, but very charming given the shapes of her body, bounced, happy to be out from their silly constraints. "What a disgrace that you're smaller than Maya." He commented as he tied her up merrily. It all went fast enough, and he was happy his plan worked. Arisa was slippery, though, and managed to land herself on the floor with some effort. Ever the athlete compared to her sister.

But even that much wouldn't help her. She realized that as she turned. The view from his standing position was rather inviting, the formerly haughty sister now with her tits out and shoulders back to present them and support herself; it certainly didn't repel him the way she wished she could. His eyes stuck on the mound of her cunt, cloven and moving in tandem with either leg as she pedaled backward. It triggered further predatory instincts in him.

He pulled his shirt off as he followed her. Like they were going to brawl. With his torso bare, and the lighting coming down from overhead, she'd see the things he was capable of. There was strength and cruelty in his long muscles. And the spread of ink was ominous to say the least. It was the same image her sister had seen before having her insides rearranged.

He caught up to Arisa soon enough. He liked coming after her when her tits moved with her elbows walking back, and her pussy beckoning him. Those socks were adorable, especially with her sandals still on.

Barreling forward, he veered off to the side to avoid her possible kicks. Out of range, he'd then dart toward her body, aiming to grab her arm and flip her on her stomach. He couldn't really see how she'd stop it with her hands bound.

If he was indeed successful in turning her, he would pose her to have her knees on the floor and her ass raised while her head was down. A good slap on her asscheek before he started peeling those nude panties down.
 
Compared to her shapely legs, her arms were rendered mostly useless when tied up. That didn't prevent her, however, from pushing herself back on her bum. Or to be pushed by him for that matter. Her balance broken, she fell on her side. Like a tipped over vase with a tapered base. A simple design really, since she no longer had her kimono on.

It was incredibly frustrating to have his eyes on her bosom. Significantly more so when her breasts were bare. There was a stark urge to cover them. Being unable to do it filled her with shame. And any move that made them wobble for him only fueled it further.

Grunts of irritation accompanied her repositioning. It was unacceptable that he was moving her around like a piece of furniture he owned. While her chin rested on the floor, her breasts did so as well, gaining some sideways volume whilst pressed against the ground.

"..." Going back to that furniture analogy, it became the most striking one in the living room when her bottom was lifted. Her hips spanned as wide as the height they rose. "No!" This glorified display of her generous bottom broke Arisa's silence. Her painfully unexciting knickers were distressed across her buttocks, the edges sinking into the supple flesh and the crotch taking the shape of the lips. A modest undergarment. But, what it covered was hardly so, whether it was compared to Maya or anyone else. As such, the meaty bowls shimmied accordingly when Mr Ounata's good slap landed on her behind. "Kyu-!" She gritted her teeth as the impact Wave travelled through her figure. Stinging, and oddly enough adhering the crotch of her underwear to her, well, her.

A bonsho rang in her head when his fingers slipped into the waistband, alarming the woman. Looking at her breasts wasn't enough it seemed. He needed to see more. "Don't." And she didn't want to show it. No, this vermin's eyes shouldn't be there. Her hands were able to reach it, so she grabbed the back of her underwear, holding onto it desperately.
 
He enjoyed her helplessness. And her initial inability to accept it. There was a lot of fight in her. Her sister had been charmed by his darkness, and what was transpiring so loudly on the screen now reflected that; her turmoil, but the loud moans soon tapered to something less certain and more-- allowing. Arisa was still in her petulant phase, but he knew how to solve that, didn't he? She would have to accept that she'd been caught, and he saw her embarrassment when she followed her backpedaling shape, which made her pretty, modest tits jiggled. She was not at all pleased with being here for his viewing pleasure, or the grin he wore for it. He took his time, coming after her, and she would be left to marinate in how useless her physical efforts became, and how little her vengeance was worth, in the end. With her bound, his pleasure was just a matter of time.

Those tits spilled out when he turned her. It was fun to manhandle her like this, and to have such great affect on her breasts, despite her desire to the contrary. He was more focused on the ass he raised in the process, but really like the welling flesh of her chest having to support her along with the side of her face. The cross of her wrists and the wiggling of her fingers on the low of her back was also very becoming. He'd much rather this than them wielding that pesky sword.

Her was very happy with how he posed her. Her ass was very prominent and he thought it was superior to her sister's. "Better than Maya's." he said with some hope after he'd made it jiggle from his slap. He was very enticed by the shape of her pussy beckoning him to be revealed. He laughed when she somehow managed to take hold of her panties when he tried to pull them down. "Ah, I see. Well, it seems you have defeated me." he told her before slapping her other asscheek as well, pretending it was in frustration.

"Whatever shall I do, now that you won't let me have an eyefull?" he asked himself as his offending hand crept between her thighs. His thumb stroked the breadth of the panties to become a wedgie between her generous buttocks, and his other fingers cupped her pussy through the modest fabric. He massaged firmly, probing, until her tugging at the waistband only helped him in rumpling the undergarment up like a line, going from between her asscheeks and even through her labia lips, nestled in between them. It was a very lewd display, in no little part because she was kind of helping him.

He used the same hand to slap her ass again. He was leaving red prints now, because she had come here to try and cut him. His other hand petted her hair like she was a dog. "Look at you. You're more a disgrace than Maya." he commented cruelly. He spanked her again, this time to see if the jiggling from her ass could spread to he now exposed labia lips.
 
Maya with a bigger bum? Kinda. Though it was also a severely lacking and utterly disrespectful way of defining her. Besides, it was this ridiculous position that made it look so large. Totally.. At the back, Arisa clung to her underwear, as if her remaining dignity depended on that dull piece of cloth. And she actually managed to stay conservative in this regard, keeping things concealed still.

Like her underwear stayed on her arse, she ought to stay focused as well. Yea.. Just ignore his taunting, find a way, teach the jerk a lesson. Oh, and dress up. Simple really. Though it was really hard to follow these basic steps. His laugh made her groan, eyes narrowing and teeth gritting. "I'll destroy you," she claimed. Well she wasn't able to squeeze his neck or anything. In her frustration, she pulled her underwear harder then. Thus, giving herself a more well-defined reverse m between her bent legs.

While it grimaced her charming face, the frustration didn't affect the softness of her thighs. They contrasted her fiery personality really, as he explored them, and as she couldn't stop him. Further meddling with her underwear let the crotch sink deeper. Deep enough until it actually vanished into her slit, forcing the lips out and hanging on either side. An apricot really, held by a rope down the middle.

And his fingers.. "Yame!" He was bloody touching her petals. They felt rather sensitive under his fingertips. On top of being dreadfully exposed, a great sense of vulnerability filled Arise as he simply explored her most vulnerable parts. This wasn't supposed to happen. Her sister. She'd confronted him to avenge her. To restore the family name he'd stretched thin through Maya. To show him the unpleasant consequences of being foolish enough to mess with the wrong girl's sister. Arisa was there to.. "Oww!"

A sharp slap pushed her body forward. A boulder dropping into Kawaguchiko. The effort put into it was instantly rewarded by the inspiring sight of Arisa's rippling tush. The handprint he left wobbled with her bottom. Like he said, carrying that sting was awfully disgracing. While she squeezed her fists to cope with it, the waistband of her underwear snapped free of her grip. She didn't get to argue as a second smack shoved her words into her throat. "Gck!-" It wasn't something she had any control over sadly. Her bottom wobbled again for him, pulling off a hefty performance Maya's couldn't quite achieve. After travelling a decent distance, the impact arrived at her womanhood, causing her lips to twitch, the whack encouraging a dark spot to develop on the fabric.
 
She was ticked off. Bent over and with her tits mashed on the floor, ass offered high, it only looked adorable, if not slutty. The pull of her underwear helped, since it outlined her buttocks further, as though they needed it. It did look as though she was willfully enticing him. There were a lot of girls with attitude, even when they fully intended to be fucked. It was hard to differentiate between them and Arisa, since her seething was so aestethic now. Her butt cheeks were begging for attention, and the deliberate pull of them from her otherwise useless fingers only drew his eyes more to the issue. He was sure her tugging would soon make the thread between her cheeks so narrow he'd be able to glimpse the outlining area of her asshole. Would she like to know she'd served something like that up to the villain she'd come here to punish?

He gave her booming laughter when she promised to destroy him. He slapped her ass once more for her trouble. And the lie. "Oh, how would that look? What are you going to do from that position, suck me to death?" since she had very few options. At least he'd left her mouth free. She wasn't calling for help, and that was probably smart, since she'd be wasting her breath. His neighbors were used to ladies screaming their lungs out. And right now he could just grab her mouth to quiet her, too. But maybe he thought she would have tried?

He admired the thread he made of her underwear, and the presentation of her cunt lips that spilled made him dangerously hard. She was bountiful to say the least. It would be such a waste not to have a full taste of her. He scoffed with approval at what was being revealed in front of him. "You sisters are a beautiful pair, though." he said with some venomous awe, and slid his touch over the inside of her thighs, happy to squeeze and note the softness there. Had these legs really been able to carry this staunch bitch?

The petals were warm for him. His fingertips relished in getting to violate her softly. She was right there, butt up - there was no chance he wouldn't explore. His petting became rougher, and he slid the cunt lips a bit to the side to glimpse what color her private folds were, too, even run through by the bunched up pantie. He would know every secret about her before this was over, and teach her one of two things about herself, as well. The fault of these sisters was always going to be their inexperience. Arisa's skill with her sword was negated by her novice in other areas. Not that Maya could resist or fight him, either.

Her pretty protest, loaded with anger, only spiced her further for him. Maybe that's why he spanked her so hard. He groaned to see the flesh dance for him, and grunted with desire when it even made her lower lips quiver. He swallowed while her ass burned the shaped of his hand. He petted the mark. It was better than Maya's. "Will it help if I tell you you're doing well?" he teased and delighted that she'd lost her hold on her underwear, leaving him with even more freedoms now.

He chuckled at the tell-tale darkening of the rumpled crotch patch of her panties. He started to peel them down. "So, it turns out you're both sluts." he said, and Maya agreed on the screen, calling out obediently when his digital self told her to confess she was, indeed, a slut. Eventually he had her underwear down to her knees. He palmed her cheek and hooked his thumb in the valley that divided her, and parted her widely, rather low on her mounds, which would serve to open up a full view of her asshole, but also her pussy. He wasn't just looking forward to the sight, but her intimate scents. In what ways would she be the same as Maya, and different?

"Well, well. This little kimono wearing prude sure has a lewd pair of holes, doesn't she?" he mocked. One hand continued to pull ass and labia to the side, while the other pressed a thumb to start massaging her anus, and fingers cupping and then petting her pussy, firm enough to start parting her petals, so his fingertips could ride the slit up and down, spreading the wetness she already had, to see if he could elicit more. "If you came her because you were jealous of your sister's good time, you could have just said so." he went on, increasing pressure on both holes, which would cause either or both to give, and let the tips of his touch slip in.
 
When it came to her bum and womanhood, not much was left to the imagination already. Still, pulling her underwear down was still a big deal. Or a small one, so to speak? Well it depended on whether it was about her bottom or her pussy. Arisa muttered a “No” as her underwater began to glide down, smoothly so as her creamy hips offered almost no friction. The plain undergarment was stretched the most when it was halfway down where she was the curviest. “No!” she said again, stronger this time while he continued to pull down, making her a less secretive woman. While the waistband moved past her cheeks and kept going down, the crotch of her underwear clung to her slit. For a few moments at least, till it finally left her folds with a gentle snap. There it was then. Her arse, her pussy, her arse hole. Everything really.

And every bare bit shook in a little chaos as Arisa struggled in anger. Hearing him talk about her and her sister, the frustration-filled woman writhed on the floor like a feral mare. Calling them sluts? Making comparisons as if they were harlots for hire at a brothel? It maddened her, making her thrash about and spit out garbled curses.

Above her meaty lower lips, her lil star mirrored her sister’s. Unused really, like Maya’s hole used to be. Well, Arisa had more material, so to speak, to hold onto around it. And the thighs that supported it were naturally more hefty as well, but pliant still.

“Arienai!” she shouted. A faint tickling sensation crept up her silky inner thighs. It wasn't difficult to guess where his fingers were going. Once there, they helped him have a rather detailed view of Arisa, by pulling her swollen curtains aside. Well one of them at least. Slightly darker than her fair thighs, her thick outer folds let the vibrant pink flesh look back at him when pulled aside. A tight coral maze really, shy of visitations. Peeking inside, this Sakuya person, in a way, now knew more about her than even her closest friends.

“Don’t touch!” Arisa shouted. Well he touched. Rubbing her squishy folds up and down, causing them to twinkle. Not only her slit, but the other hole too even. So she had to repeat it for her bumhole too. “D-don’t touch!” Her voice came out more shaky this time. Well that rounder opening offered more resistance to his finger. It was surely more coy. Roused by the smacks on her round bottom, and stroked beforehand, her slippery pussy though slowly let his finger in. Vangence? It surely didn’t feel like she was taking one on him while having her bloody pussy fingered by him.
 
He appreciated the chorus of her one word refusal as he pulled the panties down. He had captured her after a fight, by many primal rules she was his to enjoy. She'd had her chance, hadn't she? He didn't dwell long on the justice of things as he drew the garment down. It was as though the material wanted to leave her. Though the crotch area persisted to her cunt, showing off her No's were blatant lies. He had seen similar tendencies in Maya, for this bloodline to say one thing, but to moan and juice themselves up for others. Wouldn't be the first time a female had sought him out to get educated on what they liked versus what they claimed. The treasures and promises of a good time were uncovered, and she had certainly brought him beautiful gifts.

He laughed at the motion in it all, as though she was trying to entice him further with her wiggling. Her mood had been her bane already, but she couldn't help it. "Now, now..." He cooed to soothe her, exactly like she was something out of a stable. Her asscheek was enough to keep his large hand busy. He didn't mind if his captive fretted. It would be a bit out of place if she didn't. For whatever anger she was expressing, he noticed, her pussy got no less wet from it. She was ready for whatever hospitality he had for pretty intruders like her.

He was intrigued by her intimate coloration and maybe his breathing was deep enough that the hot exhales could be felt in those blushing, exposed folds. "Healthy." He commented on her loud protest. He was getting harder from her high spirit and the scents of her female essence wafting to greet and welcoming him, despite her words working to the contrary. Her pucker was a very promising structure, and the largeness of her physical design around it underlined that he very much needed to try her out. After all, her meaty cheeks and bulging thighs all beckoned him to focus on that flirtatious decimal.

He gasped when his finger was let in, and he pushed it as far as it would go into her sloppy folds. The way he wiggled around in there suggested he was examining her almost medically. The thumb at her anus could not as easily charm her. So, after finger fucking her until there were delightfully squishy noises, he took that finger back. And tried it at her darker, littler folds instead.

The hand that was tugging her to the side kept him in full view of her pleasantries. The finger first circled her asshole, to spread her juices, and then concentrated its push to the middle, where the supposed give might be.

"Your tightness is fetching. Sure. But it is time you yield." He reminded her. The pucker may indent and squeeze, but in the next push he would introduce the fingertip. Prisoners may not chose their punishment, after all.

"You won't have to be jealous of your sister for much longer." He promised her as he played with just the tip of his finger in that crevice, and would then proceed to push even more of its length into her. Depending on how well it went, he'd be moving it in and out soon. All the while Maya's noises were becoming amicable and with a slight pitch of wanting in their song on the screen. "If you relax, it'll feel better." And her sister agreed.
 
This guy was surely not the safest person to have behind her back, when her backside was totally exposed. Regardless of how dreamy her cloud-like cheeks looked from that angle, it was a total nightmare for Arisa to be in this situation. Posed to become a large nectarine on a pedestal? As a woman, as a sister, it was completely in great conflict with her values. She was there to kick his arse, not to display hers and have it f- Oh.. Oh no. He was after that, wasn't he? The same thing he did to her sister. Well one would say it should have been obvious. Well it was, but Arisa had always been good at denying the evident facts that she didn't quite like.

Mirroring the earlier moments of this confrontation, her bum hole put up a fight. Quite a fighter for its size really. Though it wasn't like it had a lid or anything, despite bearing a resemblance to a bottle's mouth. Enough force would slip things through. A finger, in this case, making her hole sink some and eventually jumping inside. His finger, going into her bum. Ugh. Could this get any more lowly even?

"C-hi!-" Clenching her eyes, squeezing her fists, she tried to cope with it, but failed. No, it wasn't so painful. Well emotionally painful. That was a button no one should have pressed. "Osanaidee!" She shouted accordingly. In the meantime, he was fingering her pussy also. With a stupid, wide grin most likely. Well she failed to see it funny. The shame clouded any other emotion. Well there was some fear too. She reckoned it would..

"Ho-ooh! It hurts tho!" Yeah. As Maya said in the background, it probably wouldn't be a painless experience. when it was no longer just his finger.

"Not that. Not me too." Arisa shook her head, panicking. The SUV moved then. Not the one parked outside. The one whose boot didn't automatically close. Shuffling her knees, and dragging her chin, she began to move. Crawling? No, she didn't like that verb, when it was about her. Her bum stayed up, rocking to one side, and then to the other. The cheeks swung similarly, lagging slightly behind the overall motion of the woman they were attached to. Hypnotic in a way. Though, they didn't move all that fast unfortunately. Heavy things rarely did. If she was a vehicle, then the hand printed on her bum was a traffic sign, telling him to halt. Be a nice guy, don't taint this bum.
 
He thought the tension in the wrinkles around the decimal was delicious. His finger even savored the last moments of Arisa's virginity there. And then it let him in. Almost surprisingly easy. She could be strong, but to that hole didn't matter. The more you trained it, the more pliable it would become. Tightness didn't mean it wasn't pliable. He wanted to say there was even more innate willingness in Arisa than in her sister, even if her sister was more amicable toward him. He celebrated his entrance into her with rolling his wrist to spin the finger half a revelation each way, spreading the moisture he'd gathered from her pussy. Providing the natural lubricant was another way her body had betrayed her.

He let her plead as he finger fucked her bumhole, and watched the large cheeks around stay there helplessly. No. Invitingly. Her entire body beckoned him to continued, and have as much fun as he desired. Even her resistance welcomed him, because her weakness would never be enough to keep him away. With her ass so available for his bullying, he couldn't be expected to resist, right? "Oh, look how well you're doing already." he said as her sister moaned away, the painful shrill in her recorded voice having lessened, mostly just laborious breaths and drawn out noises left. He was quite proud of the slut he'd turned that sister into. And now he was onto this one. She was gearing up to be his masterpiece.

He tilted his head when she started moving. His eyes followed the motions of her waving asscheeks when Maya professed the pain in the clip. He followed and then shoved both his fingers deeper into her to usher her forward beyond her own pace, sure to shove her face harder against the floor and halt her. "Tsk, tsk." he said. "You can't even get away the way you want to." he commented with judgement. He had his fingers in a V shape, one dedicated to her asshole, and two others lodged in her cunt. He was fingering her furiously.

But she may be more concerned with the noises behind, telling her he was readying his cock. She already knew it, in part, from what she'd seen on screen, though the images mostly featured her sister's lewd face and swinging, superior tits. He moved to catch up to her, and slapped the large, vein-riddled monster that had made a bitch out of her sister against the crimson handprint already gracing her milky back-bun.

He smiled and when he slid his fingers out of her, Arisa would know it was the beginning of her end. And the start for her backside.

If she dare look back, the villain that was torturing her, had a very concerning protrusion from his now pantless hips. The gargantuan, fully engorged shaft was thick, and its head a sickly color. Truly a weapon sprung from his body, and not a limb. He flipped her onto her back easily by yanking at her waist, and then made sure to grab her ankles before she could kick at him, folding her legs over her, to let her thighs frame and squeeze her breasts together. This would leave him leaned over her, with his cock perfectly aligned for her pussy. But now she had full view of everything.

"Don't worry." he said suddenly, as the fat head of his member kissed her soaked pussy. "The joke ends here. I was never going to do anything to you. Just teach you a lesson not to break into my house." he said with a smile. He laughed lightly, and then lifted himself as though to roll off her.

And just as she reacted to it, she'd be interrupted with a sudden thrust that lodged his large cock inside her, stretching her poor cunt to see how much of Maya was in her, and if she'd also be too small to fit all of him, and his cockhead would collide with her cervix. Or if she could indeed take him. "Baka." he said dismissively.
 
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