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Ace Attorney Perversions	By : passiveaggressor Category: +M through R > Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Views: 9806 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“Thank you Ms. Iris for helping me with my training!” said Pearl Fey as she walked along the path to the inner temple. Iris smiled softly, “You’re welcome Pearl, I was very happy to hear you decided to continue your training. Mystic Maya must be very proud of you.”
“So, What are we going to do today, Iris?” Pearl asked, curious. “Well with Sister Bikini’s back acting up, I am going to help you with the special course.” said Iris opening the door to the inner temple. “Maybe I can prove myself to Maya!” Pearl said, hopefully, “Our side of the family is so much in her debt due to...”
She paused, not wanting to bring up the black sheep of the Hawthorne family. “It is alright, I have made peace with my sister’s crimes. She will pay for them in death as she couldn’t in life.” Iris said with a comforting smile. “Could I possibly... try channelling her?” Pearl said, “Just so you can tell her that yourself?”
Iris’ smile slipped a little, “Calling my sister... I wouldn’t want to see her yet... Not until she has had time to reflect on her crimes.” she said. “I’ve had time to reflect on my mistakes with the Sacred Urn... I’m sure she’s hoping to see you...” Pearl said, ‘If I can do something like this, Maybe I can help Uncle Phoenix again!’ she thought happily as Iris opened the gate at the back of the temple. “Shall we go to the Sacred Cavern?” Iris asked, “Or would you like a few minutes to prepare?”
“May I please have a few minutes to prepare?” asked Pearl with a cute smile. Iris smiled and nodded, “Very well, I will wait for you in the Sacred Cavern.” said Iris before walking into the darkness. Pearl sat down and entered a trance, recalling the face she has seen in that photo not five weeks ago. With her powers, she called the spirit by name, using the picture and the name of the spirit to bring her into her body. The last thins she remembered hearing before the spirit entered her was a triumphant laugh.
Several minutes later, a dainty figure moved from her position on the floor. The feminine figure stared at her hands before going over to the dresser nearby and opening it; extracted a mirror. The figure held it up and admired her visage in the mirror. “Well now...” said the figure. This is very unexpected...“ She undid her new hair from the loops and let it frame her face before doing it up in her usual style. “It seems... I might get the last laugh after all...Mia Fey...” said Dahlia Hawthorne with a dark smile.
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Iris checked everything was ready for the Special Course. She sighed as she thought about Pearl’s idea. She didn’t want to deal with the stigmata of Dahlia, and looked at a piece of paper she’d been planning on filing, effectively asking for her to be reaccepted as Iris Fey, so the Hawthorne family would effectively die with Dahlia. “Pearl, You’re taking a long time... Did you trip?” She called, opening the barred door and checking the hinges worked.
Recent times made it important to check everything worked. She remembered the long day she had spent trapped in here and shivered at the memory. She was about to go looking for Pearl when her wrists were grabbed and forced behind her back. They were pressed palm to palm and rope was wound around them, tying them tightly behind her. “What the?!? Who’s there?! What did you do to Pearl?” The figure shoved her to the floor and sat on her back, yanking her feet up and crossing them before tying them securely together.
“Lemme go! Help! Someone- Mmmph!!!!” her scream was cut off as her head was yanked back by her hair and a dainty hand crammed a wadded up cloth into her mouth, a second being tied around that in a tight cleave to hold it in. She struggled, thinking about how hard it would be for anyone to know she was in here, and how long she’d need to be ‘busy’ with Pearl’s Special Course. The weight on her back vanished and she rolled over onto her back, her eyes going wide as she saw a dark shape framed in the light from the door.
“MMMPH!” She screamed as she saw the figure’s shape, the figure moving towards the cell door and opening it. The silhouette resolving into the familiar face of her sister, Dahlia Hawthorne. “Hey Sis, how have you been?” asked Dahlia, shaking out her brown hair. “It’s been a while since I saw you last...And, well, There’s nothing like spending some quality time bonding with your family, Do you agree?” she asked holding up a knife.
Iris’ eyes widened and she struggled as Dahlia lowered the knife to her chest, thinking her sister meant to end her life for her part in assisting the Fey family, only to be surprised when she felt not the coolness of cold steel but the coolness of the cavern air. She opened her eyes and looked down, letting out a muffled squeal as she found a large section of her robes had been cut away. “Good thing that you scheduled the entire evening for this lovely room to be just you and Pearl...” Dahlia said, “Otherwise, we wouldn’t get to spend quality time together...” she removed the gag from Iris, the bound girl taking a deep breath after it was removed. “Where is... Oh god!” Iris declared, “You’re possessing her, aren’t you?”
“Perceptive as always, Iris. Little Pearl wanted to give us a chance to kiss and make up.” Iris grinned, “Well I agree with the kissing part, though I think I prefer making out to making up.” She leaned down, cupping Iris’ chin as she pressed her lips to those of her sister, eliciting a gasp of surprise and a bout of struggling as Iris fought to escape the ropes and her sister. who looked at the cell suddenly. “I love how our family even provided you with accommodations that won’t be disturbed...” Dahlia said, “For now, however, there’s some things we need you to get intimately acquainted with Ms. Oath-of-Chastity...” she said, sliding a finger under Iris’ robes and giving her clit a pinch through the fabric of her loincloth.
She moaned, squirming in the grip of her reborn sister. “Why, sister? Why are you doing something so perverse to me?!?” Iris said, “This isn’t like you!” Dahlia sighed, “Oh iris, there’s so many reasons why I might want to do this to you... You’re very sexy after all, even despite these modest robes. But really, it has to do with the Fey clan. I want revenge upon them for everything I’ve been through. And you dear sister, are going to help me...” said Dahlia before leaning down and kissing her sister, sliding her tongue into her mouth.
Iris gave a muffled protest, struggling to get free of her grip. “Nnnh, I wnnh!” She tried to say. Her muffled protests were ignored as Dahlia deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth with her tongue. Her eyes widened and she squealed as Dahlia’s hand trailed down her front and cupped her breast, squeezing it gently. Dahlia massaged her sister’s breast, working the nipple between forefinger and thumb and eliciting a low moan of pleasure from her.
“God Iris, you have such sensitive breasts...” said Dahlia, breaking the kiss. Iris blushed, “Let me go Dahlia... And let Pearl go too!” she said struggling once more against the ropes. Dahlia smiled and reached down, ripping off the lower half of her outfit, leaving her wearing only her loincloth. “No I don’t think I will.” said Dahlia, reaching down and removing the last barrier between her and her pussy.
“Pearl’s too young for something like this!” Iris protested, “She’s not even 12 yet! Don’t you understand about consent laws?” Dahlia grinned, “Do I look 8 to you sister?” she asked placing a finger to Iris’ pussy. Iris glared at her. “She didn’t exactly look 8 when she was channeling Mia Fey for Nick Wright...” Iris snapped. “Exactly my point!, she exclaimed pushing her finger into Iris.”
Iris gasped at the sudden entrance, wiggling in her bonds as Dahlia pumped her finger slowly in and out of her tight pussy. the feeling of the invading finger felt strange to Iris who grew up knowing little to nothing about the pleasures of the flesh. As Dahlia continued to work her finger in her pussy, Iris was surprised as a blossom of pleasure slowly opened in her head. All too soon she was moaning low in her throat, her hips raising and falling in time to her sister’s finger. Just as she was about to reach the peak of the warm pleasure, the finger suddenly stopped and was withdrawn. “Ah! S-Sister...!” moaned Iris before finding her mouth stuffed with her loincloth, a strip of cloth being retied over her mouth, gagging her effectively.
“Sorry Iris, but I have some things to take care of so I don’t have time to play. But It would be cruel to leave you all alone in here with nothing to do, so...” Dahlia trailed off, hoising her sister in her arms and carrying her into the depths of the Sacred Cavern.
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Iris shivered in the web of rope that held her atop the slab of stone in the middle of the Sacred Cavern. The slab was usually used for acolytes but Dahlia had decided on a different use having used the anchor points around the slab to anchor the ropes holding Iris in a strict spread eagle atop the slab. After dragging her into the cave, Dahlia had finished stripping her and after tying her to the stone, had tied a cloth around her head, blindfolding her. She shivered, struggling, trying to get free, screaming as hard as she could to get someone’s attention, hoping someone would realize that Pearl was now Dahlia...
“Well Sister, I have to leave you now. You should get some rest... If you can that is...” said Dahlia before Iris heard the sound of her footsteps retreating. As soon as she heard the gate closing, she screamed louder, hoping she’d come back and get her off the slab. She heard the rattle of chains and the all to familiar click of a trial lock and knew she wasn’t getting out. She began to drift off when suddenly something cold dripped onto her forehead snapping her out if her reverie. A second drop landed on her stomach and a third right on her nipple. The drips were every where and thanks to the blindfold, she couldn’t see them coming. Iris could already tell it was going to be a long night.
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Sister Bikini looked up at the sound of the door opening, “Oh Iris! Welcome back, has the training begun?” she asked standing up slowly. “Yes, I’ve left her there while I relax.” Iris said, “I’ve got some other things to do, and will be getting some deliveries tomorrow. They’re private ones that I don’t want Pearl finding out about.” Bikini smiled, “Oh alright Iris, well I’m off to bed. Tomorrow we will be having fresh pancakes.” said Bikini before letting out a hearty laugh and walking off to her room.
‘Iris’ walked to her room and pulled off her hood, revealing her brown hair, and looked at a picture of the Fey clan acolyte uniform, thinking about something. “Wonder what you’d look like in rubber, hugging the body of Mia Fey?” She thought to herself, before picking up her phone and calling a number she remembered hearing from an inmate.
“Hello? Is this Latex Fantasies? Yes I have something to request. Hang on I’ll send an image.” Dahlia snapped an image of the habit and its components, sending it to the company. “Two to three days is the best you can do? Very well, also please send three sets of the items from the Full Slave Set, I’ll send you measurements, next day. Thank you.” she hung up, texting the measurements for Maya, Pearl and Iris before she smiled, looking out her window in the direction of the temple.
“Just you wait sister... I have a lovely present on the way for you...” She said, as the order confirmed.
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