Truth and Insanity

DISCLAIMER: None of the characters mentioned belong to me; they belong to Techmo and TeamNinja.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I’d appreciate any responses or votes! After all, this was written for my audience’s enjoyment (and maybe my own, but that doesn’t matter, does it?) Also, depending on the number responses, I may create a sequel. XD
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“I’m going to make you scream, sister dearest,” spat Ayane.
This was supposedly their last battle. Ayane was fighting to destroy and humiliate her half-sister, Kasumi who left their clan in order to find their elder brother.
“I won’t lose to you!” Kasumi screamed, and lunged, attacking Ayane in a flurry of powerful kicks.
Their battle lasted for what seemed like hours; night had fallen, and the air had become chilly quickly after. Both warriors were bloody and weary, yet battled on.
Until, finally, Kasumi collapsed.
“I’ll make you regret you were ever born,” Ayane violently whispered into the unconscious girl’s ear.
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Kasumi came to almost a day and a half later. In an attempt to stretch her aching limbs, she discovered to her horror that she was hanging from the ceiling, with her body leaned against a wall. Her wrists were bound in metal chains above her head, and her feet, which were also shackled, barely touched the ground. Jerking her arms and legs with all her strength didn’t even cause any cracks to form on the cold metal bindings.
She moaned, in self pity and horror, when she remembered the battle between her and her sister. She had lost! Not only to Ayane, but she lost her last chance to find Hayate.
With teary eyes, she looked about the room. It was plainly furnished- a small table in the right corner, opposite from her wall, with a couple chairs around it. The floors were hard wood, and dark. There were no windows; Light was put off by the burning candles scattered about the room. There was a large, hardwood wardrobe to her left on the opposite wall. The only exit from the room was a door centered on the wall to Kasumi’s right.
When she noticed the door, it pushed open, and Ayane waked in, with a smug grin on her face. She carried a tray with a tea cup and some food- a small oriental cake. When she smelled the food, Kasumi was overwhelmed by her hunger and her thirst.
“I’m glad to see you’ve finally awoken.”
Kasumi’s eyes hungrily stared at the food Ayane carried as the purple haired ninja walked over to the table, and set the food down.
“I was beginning that I may have permanently damaged your brain.”
She set down the tray, and looked over to Kasumi, still smirking.
“Not that it wasn’t damaged to being with, but-”
“What do you want from me, Ayane!?” Kasumi managed to croak.
A frown graced Ayane’s delicate face. She turned around and sat herself down. She picked up the cup and took a sip; then sighed as she put it down, and began to eat at the cake. To her, the look on Kasumi’s face was priceless. It was twisted with hate, hunger, and fear.
“What do you think?” she asked back, continuing to eat.
Kasumi stared blankly at her; only able to watch the rise and fall of the fork as it carried the cake to Ayane’s mouth, then back to retrieve more.
They sat in silence for the rest of Ayane’s meal; Kasumi’s stomach growling randomly throughout.
Finally Ayane stood up and walked over to Kasumi; with a small piece of cake balanced precariously on the fork.
“Oh, you poor thing. You must be hungry,” Ayane looked at Kasumi’s pained face as the sweet smell became stronger and stronger as she neared. Kasumi could only nod; her throat was sore from thirst and she felt too weak to respond any other way.
“What would you do for this?” asked Ayane, her breath tickleing Kasumi’s ear. She stood so close that their breasts nearly touched, and would, should Kasumi stand straight up.
Kasumi’s wild eyes flew from the piece of food to Ayane’s face.
“You didn’t think I was going to give it to you for free, did you!?” Ayane laughed. “I hate you. Why would I want to help you live when I get no benefit from it?”
The tears that had stopped when Ayane entered the room began to pour forth again, sending Ayane into another fit of hysterical laughter.
“For that, I suppose I can give this to you.”
She slammed the fork into Kasumi’s gaping mouth, nearly choking her.
Although the food was good, and because it was good, it only made her hungrier.
Ayane retrieved the tea, full-out smiling when she faced Kasumi again.
“Thirsty, too?”
Kasumi stared at the cup, watching the trails of steam rise and curl away from it. Suddenly the cup was launched at Kasumi, shattering against her chest. The hot tea burned at her skin, and soaked the top of her clothing.
“ANSWER ME WHEN I ASK YOU A QUESTION!” shrieked Ayane. She quickly made her way over to Kasumi, and smacked her, eliciting a pained cry from the girl. “You are NOTHING here!”
Her small hands wrapped themselves round Kasumi’s throat and squeezed, letting up just slightly so that Kasumi wouldn’t pass out, and would continue to feel the pain. She pressed her body against Kasumi’s, feeling her struggle for air. Oddly, this was strangely arousing to Ayane, but new ideas flashed through her mind on how to torture her sister. Better, sicker ideas.
She released Kasumi’s throat when her eyes began to roll up into her head. Breathing against Kasumi’s reddened neck, she ran her hands down onto the brunette’s collar bone, and further down, over the soaked ninja robe she wore, stopping when she felt a hardened nub under each palm.
Stepping back, she took in the sight of her sister. Her head was drooping against her chest, body slumped over as her legs had given out and her arms were the only thing keeping her upright. Her breasts looked larger because of the wet top, and her hard nipples looked more pronounced as well.
Ayane felt her own nipples become hard, staring at her sister at what seemed to be her all-time lowest.
“Well aren’t you the little slut,” she remarked. Kasumi’s head whipped up to look at Ayane’s face. “Look- you’re nipples are so hard. You have a rather nasty fetish, sister dear.”
One of Ayane’s hands reached out and twisted one of the offening nipples, causing Kasumi to squeak, and try to wriggle away from the touch.
Ayane’s head tilted in thought as her hand continued to toy with the nipple, her other one coming up to massage the other breast.
“…Or maybe it’s not about it being a fetish. Maybe it’s because of me?”
Her hands tore open the front of Kasumi’s robe before she had any chance to respond. Kasumi’s breasts spilt into view, naked, full, and white like pure snow, aside from the purpled bruises that formed from the beating Ayane gave her the other day. Her nipples shone red, and stood straight out from her body.
Ayane couldn’t help giggle at the sight, and letting one of her hands massage her own breast.
“Oh sister, I don’t know whether or not I should be flattered or disgusted,” she laughed as she brought her face down to the fleshy mounds.
“Stop it, Ayane… please!”
That only spurred her on. Opening her mouth, she began to suckle on one of the breasts; pulling with the suction her mouth created, teasing with her tongue, hurting with her teeth.
Kasumi moaned, her body unconsciously moving of its own accord towards Ayane’s warm mouth. Ayane giggled around Kasumi’s breast, and her hands began to work their way around Kasumi’s body; massaging her thighs, breasts, and ass. Slowly, her hands made their way to the inside of Kasumi’s legs, and she was pleasantly shocked to find the woman’s undergarment totally soaked through, and dripping along the inside of her thighs.
“Oh, you are a slut,” Ayane whispered, so quietly that Kasumi couldn’t hear.
As she pulled away, Kasumi moaned loudly.
“I think I have the perfect thing for you…”
Ayane walked over to the wardrobe and opened it. Inside, there was a small collection of daggers, needles, ninja stars, robes, samurai swords, and the ribbons Ayane wears in her hair. She pulled out a small sword; the handle was smooth and polished.
Kasumi’s eyes quickly went from half closed with lust to wide with terror.
Ayane unsheathed the sword, and, once near Kasumi, danced it along her skin. In a sudden movement, Ayane sliced off the remainder of the top so that it fell to the ground, and the thong Kasumi was wearing, so that Kasumi stood in her naked glory.
Ayane re-sheathed the sword, and let it fall to the ground, then re-began teasing Kasumi’s body, dropped to her knees to better reach Kasumi’s nipples on her heavy breasts. Almost immediately, Kasumi began moaning and keening, her body shaking with pleasure at her sister’s touch.
Once again, Ayane dipped her fingers between Kasumi’s legs, and danced them around her shaved pussy.
“Do you want this?” Ayane asked, looking up to her elder sister’s face.
“Oh, yes…!” was the reply.
Not needing to be asked again, Ayane rammed one finger into the wetness of her sister. Kasumi’s back arched in response and a moan louder than all the others came forth from her lips.
This pleased Ayane to no end. Being able to use this against Kasumi, to humiliate Kasumi, would be so easy. It wouldn’t be a problem for Ayane, of course. Everyone knew she hated Kasumi with a passion, and wouldn’t put it past her to fuck her sister to find ways to ruin her. Kasumi would never admit to the fact that she was fucked by a woman, never mind her sister. Being related would only make it worse on Kasumi.
Ayane slid in a second finger, and dropped her body lower onto the ground. She pressed her face against her sister’s crotch and murmured:
“I’m going to make you scream my name.”
Kasumi screamed in response; her clit was swollen and so sensitive that the vibrations from Ayane’s voice felt like a thousand little fingers running along her body.
When Ayane licked her clit and stuck two more fingers in, the scream doubled in size.
She slid her hand up the inside of her own thigh, and began to rub her fingers against her wet panties. Although the friction was good, it wasn’t nearly enough. Sliding her fingers in through the side, she began to toy with her own pussy, sliding her fingers in and out, in the same rhythem she was licking and finger-fucking Kasumi with.
Ayane took her other hand and began to circle her fingers around Kasumi’s asshole. Then, slowly began sticking them in, one by one, until it fit three of her fingers.
Pulling her other hand from her vag, she grabbed the sword, not quite forgotten on the ground, and rammed it up into Kasumi’s ass.
A moan of pain was ripped from Kasumi’s mouth, but was quickly replaced as Ayane doubled her efforts on her pussy.
Ayane stood up, and walked back to the dresser; her legs were dripping with her own juices.
“No… please don’t stop… please… Don’t leave me…”
Ayane came back, carrying another sword and a handful of long needles, wearing another grin. If Kasumi was in her right mind, she would have noticed that the smirk was sadistic, instead of one that’s eager to please.
After placing her ‘toys’ on the ground, Ayane stood up and pressed her lips against Kasumi’s. Their lips parted, and Kasumi’s tongue shot out, licking Ayane’s lips, then forcing its way in between them. Their tongues battled for dominance, but eventually, Ayane’s won over.
Massaging her sister’s tongue, she slipped her fingers into Kasumi’s wet cunt once again, fingers scissoring against her walls, and rubbing against her clit.
Ayane began to make open mouthed kisses down Kasumi’s body, detouring to both the nipples and her belly button along the way. She grabbed the second sword on that she brought over, and gently slid it into Kasumi’s pussy.
The moan that came from Kasmui’s mouth went straight to Ayane’s twat. Immediately, she rammed her own fingers into it, and began masturbating at an alarming pace. She also began ramming the sword into Kasumi’s body, jerking her body away from the wall and her feet off the ground.
Kasumi’s moaning became louder and louder by the second. Sentances were unconsciously being babbled.
“I’ve always wanted you! I love you! I’ve wanted you to fuck me forever! I love you!” All were punctuated with moans or screams.
Seconds later, they both came; Ayane bit her lower to keep from screaming. Kasumi, however, screamed Ayane’s name, while her cum flowed out around the sword handle.
After a few minutes, Ayane grabbed the needles with one hand, and stood up, leaving the swords in Kasumi’s sagging body. With the other hand, she tugged at Kasumi’s nipple, pulling it away from her body.
“Prepare for some immense pain, my beloved sister,” she warned, just as she stabbed the needle through the nipple at an angle.
Kasumi’s screams tore at Ayane’s ears, but it didn’t keep her from stopping. She stuck another needle n the nipple, forming an “X.” She did the same to the other breast. then stepped back to admire her handy work.
Ayane was nearly skipping with pleasure as she made her way back to the wardrobe to retirieve one last thing. It was wrapped in a small back bag.
Placing the object on the table, she began to take all her own clothing off, as Kasumi watched on, crying yet unable to tear her eyes away. Ayane’s cunt was leaking again, turned on by the sobs racking Kasumi’s body, and seeing her newly pierced breasts jiggle with each sob.
Ayane walked up to Kasumi’s torn body. She spread her legs, and ground her wet crotch on one of Kasumi’s legs; one of her arms was wrapped around Kasumi’s face, while the other cradled her cheek. Their breasts were smashed together, paining Kasumi, who was too exhausted to even moan. Ayane’s body continued to gyrate against Kasumi, causing both of their breaths to speed up and Kasumi’s to hitch every time Ayane’s leg hit the swords still stuffed into her body.
Pulling away, Ayane sat on the floor with her legs spread for Kasumi to see. Ayane began once again to masturbate; one hand pulling at her painfully hard nipples, the other had two fingers spreading her lips and three others thrusting in and out so Kasumi could see. Eventually, Ayane moved her other hand down to play with her clit from the front, the other hand moved around to play with her opening from behind her leg.
When Ayane finally came, she let out a wordless moan, and heard Kasumi moan Ayane’s name at the same time.
After giving herself some time to recover, Ayane retrieved and opened the black bag, letting the bag itself drop to the ground.
“Say cheese, Kasumi,” she said, and took several photos of the woman, bound to the wall, violated with cum-dripping swords, and pierced breasts.
For the last shot, Ayane walked up and placed her face next to Kasumi’s.
“Give your sister a kiss? I want a souvineir…” she asked, face begging.
Kasumi turned her head and passionately rammed her tongue inside Ayane’s mouth. After a few flashes of the camera, Ayane pulled away; the smirk she held finally appeared they way its been the entire time, evil, in Kasumi’s eyes.
“Oh, I’m sure Hayate is going to love these!” Ayane said, as she turned and walked out of the room. “I suppose having you around might not be so bad… with things being this way.” her voice rang back after she disappeared from the room, followed by her crazy giggles.