Nabiki looked into Akane's eyes and smiled at the clear acceptance in them. The expression in them was so blindly needy that one couldn't doubt that she was willing to go down this path. It was almost as if the younger girl was asking to be used in a taboo breaking relationship of debauchery and cheating. An odd part of the elder girl's mind reminded her that such a reaction was kind of creepy, but she put that aside for now.
She had her sister wanting to be her servant, slave, and sex toy, and she was not about to go without taking advantage of that.
"Well now, looks like I'll get to make some use of you after all," Nabiki murmured, stroking the backs of the fingers of one hand down her sister's cheek. "Since we've had fun though, it's time that you got to work, and started cleaning up."
Glancing around, Akane looked at the room that had been her private space for so many years, and found that there wasn't all that much of a mess.
"What's the matter?"
"I'm sorry, Mistress. It's just that.... I'm trying to figure out what I should straighten up," the slave admitted.
"Oh. Right. That's okay. What you have here is just a start."
"I understand, Mistress."
"And afterwards, you can work on my room."
"Yes, Mistress."
Leaning back, Nabiki looked over the room and frowned, noting that it wasn't exactly needing a cleaning. Due to Akane's normal habit of keeping the room neat, the place was in nice condition, which was actually fortunate, considering that she now had control of it. Still, even if it all belonged to her, she didn't exactly have a lot of work there to do... unless she made it.
"You know, a thought just occurred to me," the elder girl commented, running a finger down the desk.
"Mistress?" Akane asked, pausing on her way to start her task.
"Well, there is something that you'll be doing for me. Once I figured out which ones I want, you're going to take stuff from here and put it in my bedroom."
"But...."
"I hope that you weren't about to refuse me."
The slavegirl choked down on the response habit drew out of her. "Certainly not, Mistress."
"Good. Because let me remind you that you belong to me now. And since you're my property, this all is mine to use as I want."
"Absolutely, Mistress," Akane answered, and believed it. As she was owned by her elder sister, there was nothing to stop the other girl from using what had been hers... and she found that she couldn't see that not happening. She wanted it to happen, and the sense of loss that would come from that was something that she felt would oddly be good for her, as control would be slipping away from her, and into Nabiki's hands.
"That's a good girl. Now get to work."
"Yes, Mistress."
With a step out of the way, Nabiki watched as her sister-slave went to work, and nodded at the obedience of the younger girl. Had there not been a familial relationship between the pair, one would have thought that Akane was her well trained maid. The martial artist got immediately busy wiping things down, and clearing the garbage in a relatively efficent manner, as this was more about the work than anything else. Yet, there were chances to get some excitement from it.
That was something that Nabiki wasn't about to miss, as she wasn't about to stop the flow of her enjoyment. Just the control itself was enough to give her pleasure, as the power that she had over a martial artist who was physically and emotionally powerful and willful. Then there was the chance to get good views of that supple young body, like when the skirt clung to the ass as Akane bent over the trashcan and how the blouse pulled tight over the firm breasts as she stretched to reach on top of the wardrobe.
All of it was done with only the slightest show of distress, and even that was coming from an apparent state of horniness on Akane's part.
Smiling, Nabiki looked to her sister as a thought struck her. "You're enjoying this."
"Huh?" Akane replied, and blinked at her Owner. "Was that wrong, Mistress?"
"No, of course not. But it let me realize something."
"Oh?"
"You always wanted to be domestic."
"Mistress?"
"Well, think about it. You were always trying to be great in housework and such, wanting Kasumi to teach you how to do things like cook and clean," the elder girl drawled. "And look at what you did before with Ranma. Making him meals, trying to sew, and even trying your hand at decorating. And do you know what?"
"No, Mistress."
"You wanted to be a servant even before this. You were looking to be an obediant little housekeeper."
Akane opened her mouth to respond... and found that she couldn't. A part of her wanted to refute the suggestion, but it held a grain of truth in it. As she considered her past actions, she started to see how she, a trained martial artist and modern young woman had tried to show what a 'good girl' she could be, trying to bake cookies, even if anyone didn't want to eat them. Everytime that she wanted to show off to a boy, and many times with girls, she'd tried her best to do things like mending trousers. And since her sister had already demonstrated to her just how she was a slut who had been in denial over her desire to be used and abused sexually, she was starting to feel that her sibling really understood her.
"You're right as far as I can see, Mistress," Akane whispered.
"I am? Ah, of course I am," Nabiki stumbled and regained her verbal footing as she cocked an eyebrow. "You do know what that means though."
"Mistress?"
"I'm going to have to make you into my perfect little servant too."
The shiver that visibly ran through Akane's body wasn't from anger or fear.
"Yes, you're going to be my obedient toy, with nothing more important on your mind other than my next order," the elder girl commented, savoring her slave's moan of pleasure, while:
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