Getting to Yuka's room wasn't a problem for the three of them, seeing as they had been there before. They knew where the house was located, and didn't need to be shown to which part of the home her room rested in. There wasn't even a need to comment on the feminine decor, as they had seen the frilled drapery and stuffed animals on previous trips.
But there was plenty already weighing heavily on what was going on as it was, and Yuka blew out a breath as she plopped her ass down onto her mattress. "Okay, now what do we do?"
"Whatever we want to, I suppose," Sayuri commented as she sat down in Yuka's desk chair.
"Just like that?"
"Well, what else can we do? I mean, it's not like anything is really blocking us right now."
"Really?" the long haired girl drawled, giving her seated friend a flat look. "Other than Ranma and all those other guys who are always interested in her?"
"You... may have a point."
"I'd think so."
The girl with a ponytail leaned back and sighed. "But it's not like anyone stopped to ask us what we wanted. I mean, we just got her on a moment's notice."
"I'll give you that much, but it still leaves us with a question as to what exactly we should do with her."
"Well, we could always have her do something for us. Maybe clean our rooms, or take out the trash... or something."
"Let me get this straight. We are supposed to have absolute control and ownership over one of the strongest, most athletic, and popular girls in school, and you want to have her do chores?"
"Why not? She is supposed to do whatever we want her to, at least from what she tells us," Yuka pointed out.
"That's true enough. Still, it's not like anyone gave us pointers in this sort of situation."
"I can understand that. Heck, for all I know, we might as well just play 'dress up' with her."
"Okay, but that still leaves...." Sayuri trailed off, pursing her lips as she did so. "It's not like we have limits between her and us."
"At least, not now."
"Exactly."
Both seated girls turned to look and saw Akane still standing there, having made no movement to join them. Instead, she stood tall and quietly, acting as if she was merely a living piece of furniture. All the comments about her seemed to go right by, almost as if she had no say in what would happen to her. She merely seemed to be waiting for something, but no sign of distress could be seen in that lithe form.
"Don't you have a problem with any of this, Akane?" Yuka asked.
Akane's voice was calm and relaxed as she spoke. "No, Mistress."
"Okay, but this isn't something that doesn't include you. What do you want?"
"I only want you and my other Mistress to use me however the two of you would want to, Mistress."
"Looks like she isn't going to budge," Sayuri observed.
"At least, not on this," the long haired girl murmured.
"Which means that we can only go with what she wants, I suppose."
"Then there is one thing that we can do."
"And that is...."
"See what we're getting," Yuka responded, and looked over at the martial artist. "Akane, undress, would you?"
There was no reluctance on Akane's part as she bent over to pull her socks off of her small feet. Others might have hesitated, including the two girls in front of her, but she merely took them off, and then promptly put them to the side, out of the way. Once that was done, she went and undid her blouse, tugging it free of her torso, never paying much mind of how she had to stretch as she took it off and folded it politely. Then came the skirt, which she simply slid out of, placing it neatly with her blouse, despite how it left her clad merely in her underwear. But even that was not the end, as she reached behind herself to unclasp her bra, letting the cups fall away from her breasts as she went to drop it with the other clothing. That left her wearing only her plain cotton panties, and those were slid down her legs, and put aside with the other garments, leaving a pile of clothing that she paid as much mind to as she would a simple tool that she didn't need at the moment.
Now fully nude, she went to stand back up, never hiding her body as she waited for some sort of response from those that had been her friends.
"She actually did it," the girl on the bed whispered.
Sayuri glanced over at the other seated girl. "You did tell her to do it."
"I know, but still...."
"Uh-huh. Now what do we do?"
"To tell the truth, I'm not sure," Yuka admitted, and glanced over at the folded pieces of Akane's outfit. "Akane, you mind if we move your clothes?"
"Of course not, Mistress. They are yours to do with as you like, just like me," the standing girl revealed.
"That answers that," the ponytailed girl put in.
"Then we might as well...."
"Yeah?"
Swallowing hard, Yuka got up and stepped over to the martial artist that had been her friend, looking intently at her face. "She really is cute, you know."
"Probably why all those guys wanted her. At least, in part."
"I wonder how many actually got to kiss her."
"Less than wanted to," Sayuri commented, interrupting Akane's answer. When the new slave didn't fight to respond, she got up and fingered her friend turned property's hair. "What I'd like to know is how she keeps this so well. I mean, she's always in those fights and such, and she's always got soft hair when I have to use so many conditioners, shampoos and treatments."
"Her breasts aren't that bad either. I mean, they fit right into my hands," Yuka observed as she cupped Akane's pert tits in each hand and hefted them, feeling just brave enough to squeeze them.
"I didn't realize how strong she was though."
"Oh?"
"Well, look at this," the girl with the ponytail replied as she manipulated Akane's left arm into flexing, showing how the firm muscles tightened under that velvet skin.
"Like her belly. All flat. Makes me kind of jealous. Dieting can be such a pain."
"And those legs...."
"Probably is proud of them," Yuka suggested. "Must be all slender like that from all that running that she does."
"I, for one, don't think that I'd be able to exercise that much."
"But..."
"I do have to admire this," Sayuri commented, as she cupped and fondled Akane's taut buttocks, pulling them so that they exposed the puckered rosebud between them.
"She does have a lot to offer."
"And she can do a bunch of stuff. Still...."
"Yes?"
Glancing down at her friend turned slave's mound, Sayuri blushed a little. "Considering that we're supposed to... play with her, I'm trying to figure out what exactly to think of... you know."
"What are you... oh, right. Well, it's...."
"Yes?"
"Tight, sensitive, and really responsive, as far as I can tell," Yuka revealed, using two of her fingers to spread their new slave's lower lips to expose the intimate channel behind them.
Akane swallowed hard at the touch, but not out of shame or pain. Rather, she was feeling too good to not enjoy what her friends turned Owners were doing to her body, even if she couldn't respond without their say so. So, she merely bore down and took the careless examination of her pussy, which now belonged to them, with as much self control as she could manage while:
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