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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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Dahlia sighed as she slipped deeper into the bath, it had been so long since her last real soak and she wanted to savor it. The fact that her sister had been getting a cold shower reminiscent of the ones she had gotten daily at the prison only made her enjoy it more. She took a moment to admire her naked form in the slightly steamy room and grinned, still not believing that she had be blessed with enough luck to get called back a second time. “This time will be different...” said Dahlia as she stepped out of the bath and toweled off. “I’m never going back there again...”
She wrapped her hair in a towel and stepped out into the hall, walking to her room and dressing, taking the time to brush out her long brown hair. By now she could smell the delectable smell of pancakes wafting from downstairs, so she put her hair in its traditional style and pulled on her hood, walking downstairs to the dining hall and sitting down. Sister Bikini entered bearing two large stacks of pancakes, setting one down in front of Dahlia and a second down for herself.
“Eat up Iris, I made plenty more!” said Sister Bikini, letting out a hearty laugh as she poured maple syrup onto her stack and began to dig in. Dahlia smiled softly and doused hers in syrup as well before devouring the stack in front of her. Bikini looked at her, “Well someone sure is hungry.” she said with a smile, “Did you want seconds?” Dahlia nodded and Bikini walked back into the kitchen, returning with a hot stack. This too was devoured without even a crumb remaining.
Bikini let out another hearty laugh, “My you sure must have been hungry, and I bet little Pearl will be starving after her training. Why don’t you fetch her and I’ll get her a fresh batch?” Dahlia smiled, “That is alright Sister Bikini, Pearl said she would be meditating well into today. I will take her some and see if she will eat.” She excused herself and went to the kitchen, finding a stack waiting. Dahlia picked it up and carried it with her.
She was at the Main Gate when she spied a delivery truck cresting the hill. Dahlia set the plate down and walked out to meet the truck. The driver exited the truck and walked over to Dahlia. “I have a delivery for one, Iris Hawthorne?” he said. Dahlia nodded and picked up the pancakes “Right this way, Sir.” she said with a smile.
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Dahlia thanked the deliveryman as he left the inner temple, having left two of the three large boxes in her room and even carried the third across the river for her. She opened the box and read the note thanking her for her purchase and promising the custom outfit would be delivered in all three sizes by tonight. “How efficient,” she said opening a box and extracting a purple rubber suit.
“Yes... The perfect color...” she added, sliding her hand along the smooth material. Retrieving a couple of straps and a short dildo, she got a mask she’d found, and smirked. “Get ready sister...”
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Iris was a wreck, having been forced to endure who knew how many hours of cold water raining down on her in a forced position, her mind and body were stretched to their breaking points. She had finally closed her eyes behind the blindfold when a torrent of cold water splashed across her face and body. She snapped awake and moaned into the gag as Dahlia’s voice echoed through the cavern.
"Ahh nothing like a good night's sleep and a hot soak in a tub to make you feel alive." said Dahlia, setting the now empty bucket down, “Not to mention a piping hot breakfast. Don’t worry sister, I brought you something to eat. You can have it after you finish drying off after your shower.”
Dahlia untied Iris from the slab and dried her off with a threadbare towel she had found in the kitchen. After her frigid ‘shower’ and long hours of no sleep, Iris was in no position as she was dressed in a suit made of a strangely smooth material. She felt her sister take her right wrist in her hand and buckle something around her wrist. This was followed by a click as was the fitting of something around her left wrist. Iris’ wrists were brought in front of her and a click followed as they were secured together in front of her, Iris concluding that they were cuffs of some kind.
Iris gasped as the gag was yanked from her mouth. “What are you doing to me, Dahlia? What’s all this for?” She asked, worried, “Is this about the failure to reclaim our place in the Fey clan?” Iris heard a dark laugh, “Asking me what this is all for? All the failures I have been subjected to can be traced back to the Feys. This is about revenge dear sister, I don’t want their idea of mastery... I want them at my feet!”
Iris felt something encircle her waist, “And I will start with you, my dear doppleganger!” said Dahlia yanking on the laces to the corset and drawing them painfully tight, the lacing holes touching. Iris screamed, her hands attempting to grab Dahlia. “Stop, Dahlia! That hurts... It’s too tight!” She begged, feeling faint again. “Too tight?” asked Dahlia, giving the laces another yank, making them overlap, “Then it’s not tight enough, is it?!” she spat before tying off the laces, watching as Iris gasped to take a breath. “Best be careful eating, clone...” Dahlia sneered, “Wouldn’t want to... heh heh heh... die on me...”
Her blindfold was removed and Iris finally got a look at the outfit that had been forced on her, letting out a short gasp of shock. A purple suit of a strangely smooth material covered her from her neck down with zippers over her breasts and crotch. A stiff black corset of the same material was around her waist and black cuffs, locked with tiny locks and connected by a short chain were around her wrists. “What is this...” Iris gasped, trying to find the words as she recovered her ability to breathe properly.
“This is your new uniform for your new job of course.” Dahlia said, getting a purple hood of the smooth material, similar to the hoods Bikini kept making, with a mask similar to that used by Taoist miko to hide their faces fastened to the front, “When you’ve eaten, We’ll finish dressing you...” Iris looked around and saw a plate of pancakes sitting on the floor nearby. She walked over to them and reached out with her cuffed hands for them when she received a slap on her wrists from Dahlia.
“What the hell are you doing?” snapped Dahlia, “I didn’t say you could eat, you stupid clone.” Iris looked confused as she felt the hood and mask pull down, and a wide black collar was buckled around her neck, rendering her incapable of turning her head. “Guess you do need this now... You want to eat, you first have to add the syrup. You fail that, and you won’t get anything...” Iris looked at her through the eyeslits, mumbling a question around the thick shaft that had been pushed into her mouth and was attached to the inside of the mask.
“You don’t get it? Well Ms. More-Than-Likely-Has-Never-Even-Touched-Herself, I guess I’ll get you started... Stupid slut clone that you are...” Dahlia snapped, standing up and moving behind her, “At this rate, I’ll be teaching you everything... Sheesh.”
Iris tried to look at Dahlia then let out a squeal of protest as the zipper at her crotch was pulled down, exposing her pussy. She moved her hands to stop Dahlia but felt it as they were yanked away by the chain. “This is how you get the ‘syrup’ for your pancakes...” said Dahlia sliding a single finger up and down Iris’ pussy, “You keep stopping me, and you’ll be sealed in your cage, waiting for Maya to come and investigate... then she might provide some ‘syrup’...”
The bound nun moaned as her sister continued sliding her finger up and down her pink folds, before suddenly pushing her finger into her pussy to the knuckle. “Sheesh, you fake... Can’t you even provide a drizzle of ‘syrup’? Are you so inferior you don’t have the ability to even cum?!” Dahlia snapped. Iris sobbed as her hands were tugged down to her pussy. “Finger yourself like a proper slut now or I’ll leave you down here with no food until you do.” said Dahlia, placing the pancakes directly under her, “If you’re not careful, you’ll get a different kind of topping, but you’ll still have to eat them, every bite.”
Iris began to sniffle as she slid a single latex-clad finger into her pussy, letting out a muffled moan as it entered. Dahlia sniffed. “That’s not a fingering! That’s barely trying!” She snapped, “Maybe you do like your pancakes almost wasted, because, well, think about when you last went to the toilet...”
Her eyes widened and she slid her finger in up to the second digit and finally to the knuckle, pumping it in and out of her pussy slowly, then faster when she received a slap to her rubber-clad ass. “That’s more like it, now play with your clit too.” said Dahlia, moving the finger of her other hand to the small nub of flesh. Iris quickly complied, pressing on it and moaning in pleasure. “Imagine what anyone would say if they knew that the rubber slut in the Sacred Cavern was you...” Dahlia said from a distance away, “Look at Iris Hawthorne, the slutty girl who pretends to be a acolyte...”
Iris looked and saw a video camera pointed directly at her, something about Dahlia’s location when she’d begun working herself like this... Anyone who saw that video would see a latex mockery of a priestess, and Dahlia could easily edit out her own voice on the recording. She continued fingering herself, unable to stop as the pleasure built and with a muffled cry of pleasure, she came, her pussy juice gushing out and covering the pancakes.
The video camera clicked off, Dahlia smirking as she plugged her phone into it, and uploaded it to a friend she’d contacted earlier, who would edit out the incriminating parts, before she removed Iris’ mask and hood. “Enjoy your pancakes, whore.” She sneered as she disconnected her wrists and cuffed them behind her, “That’s all you are, a fake in every way, except in being a slut and whore, isn’t that right?”
Iris sobbed as she began to eat the pancakes, her tears mingling with the cum as she was forced to eat with her mouth. She heard the sound of a flash, and looked up to see Dahlia with a digital camera. “What’s wrong?” Her evil twin asked, “You earned your breakfast, and I earned this...” Iris screwed her eyes tight, lowered her head, and ate her pancakes, the sound of a camera going off reaching her ears every so often.
Was her sister right? Was she pretending to be everything she claimed? A priestess who had no power, a member of the Fey branch family who wasn’t even a Fey... She barely managed to stop her giving agreement to the damning indictment, and just quietly sobbed into her food.
Finally she was done and Dahlia tucked the camera away, before wiping her face clean with the tatters of her old clothes, ”Such a messy slut aren’t you? Can’t even eat neatly.” She said, replacing the hood, “Now, you will help me get you back to the Main Temple... unless you want to live in that old shack, like the failure and fake that you are? Maybe I’ll show Sister Bikini some of those photos...”
Iris’ heart skipped a beat, the thought of Sister Bikini seeing her like this made her quake. “Course, if you behave, and don’t let her know what’s going on, You’ll not be the rubber acolyte living in the shack, waiting for that Butz fellow who idolized you to take you in, since your life is over...” Dahlia said, “So, What will it be?”
The rubber-clad nun swallowed audibly and said in a shaky voice, “I’ll b-behave Sister- Ah!” she exclaimed as Dahlia slapped her across the face. “You are not my sister, you are a cum-guzzling whore, a fake and a lezzie slut. Furthermore you will never refer to yourself as my sister again. You will call me Mistress from now on. Is that clear Slut?” asked Dahlia.
“Y-y-yes, Mistress...” She said, thankful the mask hadn’t been replaced. Dahlia then walked over to a spare priestess uniform, and tossed it her. “Get dressed, but don’t touch any of your new uniform.” She said, “That stays on to show anyone I decide how fake you are.”
Iris nodded and after the wrist cuff were disconnected, began to get dressed, the humiliation of wearing this getup under her old robes was enough to bring a fresh round of tears. Finally she was dressed, her old uniform doing a splendid job of covering her new uniform. Dahlia knelt and buckled a pair of black leather cuffs around her ankles, locking them but leaving them unconnected for now.
Iris’ eyes widened when Dahlia picked up the mask, “No p-please Mistress! I’ll be good, I promise!” She pleaded, but Dahlia still slid it into place. “It wouldn’t do for Sister Bikini to see two girls with the same face...” She let out a few muffled protests as a leash was snapped to the hidden ring of the collar. “Follow Slut.” she said, leading her through the gate and into the Inner Temple.
An empty box lay open and a suitcase Iris recognized as belonging to Pearl lay zipped up and waiting. “Pick it up and let’s go.” said Dahlia already walking. Iris almost stumbled as she saw the large trunk that was half empty, but still contained several kilos of latex, including items that she didn’t want to know the purpose of, but Dahlia probably would teach her...
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Sister Bikini looked up from where she was sweeping the entrance of the temple to see Iris and a masked stranger in acolyte garb approaching from the direction of the inner temple. “Iris! And who is this?” she asked, looking at the other figure. “Ah this is Sister Cloe Impasto, Sister Bikini. She is visiting from another temple. She’s taken a vow of silence...” said Iris as the figure bowed. “Oh I see!” she said letting out another hearty laugh. “Well you’re welcome to stay! Oh Iris, where is young Pearl?” she asked.
“Didn’t she come see you before she left? She had to go see her cousin about something...” Iris said, smiling, “Those two get on really well... Maybe they’ll save our side of the family from becoming like... her...”
Bikini patted her shoulder, “It’s alright Iris, now why don’t you help Sister Cloe to her room? Tonight we can celebrate with roast beef, mashed potatoes, and gravy.” she said. Iris smiled, “That sounds delicious, don’t you agree, Cloe?”
Iris then jerked her hand twice, and Cloe shook her head. “Aww... Well, I’ll see what I can have made up for you then...” Bikini said. “Oh Bikini, I can take care of that, you’ll be busy with the roast beef.” said Iris. Bikini nodded and smiled before walking back inside to begin cooking dinner. Once Sister Bikini was out of earshot, ‘Iris’ removed the mask of ‘Cloe’.
“Why did you have me do that? I could have worn a veil, anything... I can almost smell the roast beef...” Iris sobbed. Dahlia smirked. “You’ll get the roast beef, but another part of the meal will be... an allergy of yours.” She said, “Terrible allergy, can’t go near it. Choose.”
“I...I...I... I’ll be allergic to the gravy.” Iris said, with finality. Dahlia smiled. “Very good choice. It’s amazing how much gravy can get anywhere.” She declared, with a smirk, “You will find a webcam in your room, already set up to broadcast to a website. Start the stream and be sure to put on a good show. I am giving you roast beef with mashed potato after all...” she said before placing the mask back in place and locking the buckle.
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