Both girls swallowed hard as they moved slowly and cautiously towards the kneeling shape of their friend. It was just the sort of thing in the movies that would blow up in the heroine's face, and they'd rather not have that sort of thing happen. Instead, they crept along as best they could, their shoes shuffling against the wood of the floor. Closer and closer they came, their eyes constantly moving to find some sort of sign that they were under threat.
Nothing happened, even as Yuka reached down, and snatched the charm from her friend's chest.
Akane merely looked up at the long haired girl and smiled. "Mistress...."
"Okay, it doesn't look like she's stopping now," Sayuri muttered, glancing over towards the other standing girl.
"I don't even know why she's acting like this," Yuka admitted, and tightened her hold on the charm. "It's not like this is affecting me."
"It's not?"
"Don't think so. What I do know is that it feels just the same as when we found it."
"Hmmm. Well, I suppose that would be the case, but...." the pony haired girl trailed off.
"What?"
"It didn't seem to make Akane shocked or anything like that."
Yuka's eyes widened suddenly, and she threw the charm away with a yelp.
"That certainly helped."
"It's not like I was trying to do anything with it!"
"True, but we do have other things to worry about," Sayuri sighed, and looked down at the martial artist. "Akane-chan, are you alright?"
"Of course I am, Mistress," the short haired girl answered.
"Uhh... yeah. But what I was thinking was that you might feel something when she pulled that off of you."
"Oh, but I did!"
"Really?"
A sound of pleasure came from the kneeling girl. "It felt so good when she touched me."
"Eh?"
"When she went to get that charm, her finger brushed against my skin, and it felt so wonderful to have her touch my breast."
"You... liked that?" the long haired girl asked, exchanging a look with the other standing girl.
"Absolutely."
"Ummmm...."
"Yes, Mistress?"
Sayuri raised her brows as she looked towards her companion. "Looks like there's really only one way to see this through."
"But should we really do something like that?" Yuka asked, worry clouding her features.
"No other choice. Go ahead."
"Me?!"
"She liked you, remember."
Giving her ponytailed friend a flat look, Yuka reached down and trailed her fingertips back over the firm flesh of Akane's breast where it was bare. When she saw the tremors run through the martial artist's body, she nearly stopped, but it was soon clear that those shivers were from pure pleasure. Moving lower, she touched where one nipple was pushing proudly from behind the layers of fabric, and pushed on it slightly, pulling a squeal of enjoyment from the girl she was touching. Then she hefted that pert mound, bouncing it in her hand like a ball, but getting only a smile and a sigh in response.
"Guess she really did like you...."
"This was your idea, you know," Yuka muttered.
"Yeah, I do know. And since that's the case, I'll have to be the one."
"Huh?"
Giving her companion a helpless and embarrassed shrug, Sayuri crouched down next to Akane and licked suddenly dry lips. But any reluctance that she might have had didn't stop her from reaching below the martial artist's short skirt to touch the inside of her thigh. That action made Akane jerk a bit, but it was obviously more of a response to the sudden sensation, rather than anything else. Knowing what this could lead to, she extended one finger, and slowly ran it down the rise of where the short haired girl's pussylips pushed against the panties that she had on.
Going wide eyed at the cry of pleasure that Akane gave, the long haired girl didn't doubt that she knew what had happened. "You touched her there?"
"Yeah.... I did," Sayuri admitted.
"But for us to do that...."
"We both know what that means."
"Still, that is really intimate."
"And to do that with another girl would put us into that sort of relationship."
"If that is true...." Yuka began.
"Yeah?"
"Then we really need to be sure of it. Akane.... Get up and take off your panties."
"Yes, Mistress," Akane replied, and moved to stand up, taking care to not shove at their hands. Obedience merely showed in her eyes as she placed the soles of her shoes back onto the floor. She reached under her skirt with both hands, and hooked her thumbs around her panties, pulling them down without any hesitation. Once it was pushed down enough, she slid one long leg out of the garment, and lightly kicked to get it off of the other.
"Now.... Bend over at the waist for us."
There was no reluctance in the martial artist's actions as she did as she was told. Years of training had given her plenty of flexibility, and she rested her hands on her knees to keep her balance, allowing her to stand straight and still, waiting for the next order.
Yuka stared at the sight of where Akane's skirt had risen up to give a nice view of the firm buttocks beneath. "She really did it."
"I'll say," Sayuri drawled, and smirked at the long haired girl. "I didn't think that you'd go that far."
"It just sort of... happened."
"That's likely...."
"It's true."
"I'm not disagreeing with you. This whole thing's just sort of 'happened'," the girl with the ponytail pointed out.
"Oh. Right."
"The question is what do we do now."
"We have to do something?"
Shaking her head, Sayuri ran one hand over Akane's ass, and marveled at how toned and smooth the cheek was. "It's kind of hard to doubt that she is our slave now."
"But that would mean that Akane would belong to us."
"Pretty much. And so we can do a lot with her."
"We just have to figure out what we want to do with her," Yuka realized. "There is just one thing to keep in mind though."
"What?"
"It'd be best if we actually enjoy what we'll be doing."
"You've got a point there."
That was something that Akane found herself agreeing with, and hoped that her new Mistresses would find much pleasure in using her. As it was, she already was getting plenty of enjoyment in belonging to them, but wasn't about to vocalize it. She hadn't been asked, and wasn't about to disturb them, especially in their time of discovery of her. No, she would obediently stay there, her legs firmly planted, and her ass on display, while:
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