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Ace Attorney Perversions	By : passiveaggressor Category: +M through R > Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Views: 9807 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Iris opened the door to her room, sighing as she remembered what she was here to do. She looked around and spied a laptop, plugged into a wireless hotspot, a webcam sitting on a tripod and pointing at her futon. Walking up to the setup, she found a note taped to the webcam. Iris unfolded the note and read.

You will perform a striptease, removing your old uniform and revealing your new uniform. You will then spread your legs and masturbate for the camera. Near the bed, there is a purple latex dildo. You may use that as a aid. You do well, and you may have other toys. You do badly, and I will know of it, and punish you... No-one on the site has seen your face yet, fake... remember that.

- Your Mistress

She looked round the futon, finding the large ribbed shaft, the same color as her suit, and started the feed...
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“I contacted her order, and apparently, she has a allergy to one of the ingredients of gravy.” ‘Iris’ told Bikini, “I think she’ll be OK with the rest of it, and the meal’s not destroyed by that one missing ingredient.” Bikini nodded, “Well I’m glad the dear will at least be able to try my roast beef.” she let out a laugh and went back to cooking, being careful not to get any gravy on the mashed potatoes or the roast beef.

“I’m sure Sister Cloe will love it, I know I do.” said ‘Iris’ with an encouraging smile. “In fact, I’ll take it to her myself after dinner.” she said, patting Bikini’s shoulder before continuing “You can relax in a nice warm bath and I’ll clean up.” Bikini smiled, “Oh alright Iris, you’re such a good girl.”

‘Iris’ smiled as the meal went perfectly, Sister Bikini not noticing there was a good half-serving of gravy left in the jug as she went to get her bath. She picked up Sister Cloe’s serving and the gravy, heading upstairs to check on her.
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“Hmm... Viewer opinion was acceptable.” Dahlia said, “Striptease was completed, Hmm... Masturbation was subpar, and she seemed afraid of the dildo.”

She opened the door, frowning at Iris, who looked up at her seemingly worried. “What part of your instructions do you not understand, fake? You even keep faking masturbation...” She spat, “Now, you have earned gravy on your meal, but you must still cum for someone, or I wash this jug out.”

Iris nodded meekly and squatted over the plate, her fingers came up and she began to finger herself for the third time that day. It was easier to get her finger into her pussy this time around and Dahlia was quick to notice this, commenting, “Why don’t you add another finger, Fake?”

The rubber-clad girl mumbled into the gag and reluctantly complied, wiggling a second finger into herself and letting out a muffled moan as the stretching of a second finger sent waves of pleasure up her spine. There was then a loud crack in the room, pain blossoming through her ass. “I wouldn’t need to be doing this if you actually let some of my lessons drill through your thick skull!” Dahlia said, putting the paddle back where she got it from. “Now masturbate like a proper whore or you won’t get any dinner.”

Iris whimpered and moved her fingers faster, her pussy making a wet squelching sound as she worked her slim digits in and out of her dripping folds. She let out a moan as her fingers brushed a particularly sensitive spot and let her head fall back. Her other hand began to play with her clit, gently rubbing the sensitive nub and letting out tiny mews of pleasure. Dahlia smiled, recording the event for prosperity.

“You know fake, it’s memories like this that you’ll look back on with shame... Especially when you see how much people will pay to see it.” purred Dahlia with a sadistic tone of voice, before considering letting her know she’d earned her gravy. Iris moaned and came a few minutes later, her cum splashing over the roast beef and into the mashed potatoes.

Dahlia picked up the jug and walked over to Iris, “Well fake I guess you earned your gravy” She said, adding it to the meal, “I wonder if I should post to the website how much you defiled yourself for your food, twice in the same day... Enjoy your meal...”

She then walked out, leaving Iris to her meal, smiling as she heard the sobs begin, knowing Iris’ spirit had been broken that bit more. As she was putting the gravy away in the fridge, she heard the sound of a truck approaching. Dahlia smiled and closed the fridge, walking outside to meet the truck. The driver handed her a clipboard and she signed Iris’ name without a word before accepting three foot-long boxes.

After thanking the driver, she walked back upstairs and instructed Iris; now done with her meal, to get dressed and clean up the pots and pans. Iris looked at the slender boxes, wondering what was going on but nonetheless, dressed herself in her old uniform and mask and went downstairs to clean the dishes.

When Iris returned she found Dahlia seated at the computer, one of the boxes lying open and empty next to her and a very familiar outfit lying on the futon. The outfit looked exactly like a Fey acolyte uniform, like Maya always wore, but made out of latex and rubber. But...Dahlia couldn’t really want her to...

“Well? What are you waiting for fake? Put it on already. Your fans won’t wait all day.” said Dahlia with a grin. Iris removed her mask and looked at Dahlia with tears in her eyes, “Why?...” She begged, “Haven’t you humiliated me enough?” she asked her twin in a choked voice. Dahlia smirked. “Haven’t you always wanted to be recognised as part of the Fey clan?” She purred, “Well, Soon, this will be their uniform...”

“B-But... This is... This is obscene!” snapped Iris. Dahlia laughed, looking at her. “That’s just the point, Fake... I’m looking to be the Fey clan’s mistress... so I decided to give them slave uniforms they’d be comfortable in...” Iris looked at Dahlia and began to sob, “Y-Y-You... c-can’t do th-this...”

“Oh... Well, Bikini thinks I’m you and Pearl has gone home...” Dahlia said, “Also, It’s you who signed off on the deliveries, not me... Now are you going to put it on? Or does Bikini find out just how much of a slut you really are, fake?” Iris sniffled and began to strip off her old uniform, folding it neatly before picking up the new garment. “By the way, We will be having company over in the near future. You will be needed to remain out of sight until I am finished with them.” Dahlia said, “Don’t worry, You will get to meet them once I’ve done.”

Iris looked at Dahlia, her hands working to put the rubber hood on, “Who? Who else are you going to ensnare in your web of evil sis-” Iris began, only for the rest of her sentence to be cut off as Dahlia slapped her hard across the face. “What did I tell you, Fake, about calling me sister?” She said, going to the collection of toys and getting a nasty looking harness, covered in spike studs and chains, with a zip-up hood, “I guess I must ensure you don’t appear...”

She then grabbed the rubber hood. “You won’t be needing that...” She said, walking over with the harness, grabbing Iris and forcing it onto her, Iris looking at the dangling buckles on the shoulders and thighs of the nasty looking collection of straps, that further perverted her outfit. A single glove, with spikes down each side, fastened to the shoulder buckles, then a similar legbinder dealt with her legs, the hood being padlocked so the eyeholes and mouth were sealed as a strip of spikes covered the zip.

“What a perverse miko you are, Violet.” Dahlia said, as Iris struggled, lifting her and placing her into a trunk with the webcamera recording her, “Enjoy yourself... I’m sure your fans will enjoy watching you squirm...”
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Maya clicked on the link someone had forwarded to her, and looked at it, horrified, as she saw a seemingly demonic parody of her own clothing on the squirming adult fetish model ‘Where’s the demon’s angel?’ One of the posters in the chatroom said, for a unknown moderator to go, ‘She’ll be with me soon.’

She was out of the door before she could read the rest. ‘In fact, she’s just about to head over now. Her and Violet will be making their lesbian debut sometime in the next day or two...’, Maya not even noticing that the site owner had been watching her through her computer’s webcam.
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