Obey
Mileena isn't surprised when she gets the call to go to Kitana's Throne room. She's not thrilled about it but knows she has no choice but to follow orders. Reluctantly she puts her mask on, adjusts it to her taste and heads across the palace to see Kitana.
The walk is painfully short, Mileena dreading having to face her sister, who hated her, who took her down, shoving her face in the mud like an animal. While Mileena has tentatively decided to obey her, she carries the hope that one day they can be family but she's not exactly thrilled about it. She doesn't try to make her knock sound nice or polite, banging on the wood harshly.
Normally Kitana bregugenly invites Mileena in, so she's surprised when the door opens, her older sister towering over her, "Please, come in."
Swiftly Mileena walks by, dropping herself down into a kneel in front of Kitana's Throne, "What do you want?"
When Kitana doesn't answer immediately, Mileena feels frustration bubble up. Sometimes it's as if the sheer disgust of even having Mileena in her presence, make's Kitana become the worst version of herself. Kitana's patience and mercy leaves her the moment Mileena dares to show her existence.
"What do I want?" She asks in response before humming thoughtfully, almost mockingly.
With a wary expression, Mileena watches Kitana as she crosses the room, noting that she had locked the door. Something like dread rears up when Kitana's own expression becomes predatory, dark. Hungry.
Mileena crosses her arms over her chest, putting up a front, "Yes sister, why did you bring me here?"
Stopping in front of Mileena, intruding on her personal space. Her breath smells like wine and it makes Mileena want to gag and spit in her face. She's drunk.
Leaning even further in, Kitana drags her nose along Mileena's jawline as if inhaling her scent of tea and fabric. Mileena recoils, hands slamming against Kitana's chest in an attempt to push her away yet not hurt her, but she's immovable.
Something akin to panic flits through Mileena's thoughts when she realizes how strangely powerless she is against Kitana and how dangerous of a situation she's suddenly in.
"Sister, release me Now." She snarls, shoving harder against Kitana's chest but only manages to make her step back a bit.
"What if I say no?" Fingers grip Mileena's chin, forcing her to look up into deceptively gentle brown eyes.
"I'll bite your face off." Mileena hissed venomously. It's all bluster. The thought of actually bringing harm to her older sister puts a pit in her stomach.
"Oh? I'd like to see you try."
Before Mileena could respond Kitana rips her mask off her face, fingers gripping her chin forcing their faces together. To Mileena's shock, Kitana forces her tongue past her teeth. Fingers still holding her chin in place as she plunders her mouths wetly. Her kisses are slobbery and moist, the taste of alcohol so strong it burns Mileena's sinuses as she fights to breathe.
Hands push and shove at Kitana but to no avail, so Mileena gives up and bites her lip softly. She tastes a hint of blood but kitana doesn't even flinch, instead, moaning and sweeping her tongue around Mileena's. She feels like she's suffocating, between the thick wet appendage that probes her mouth and the horror that her own sister was capable of this. Mileena chokes and kicks her foot out to connect with a shin.
This time Kitana backs away, blood blooming on her lip before she licks it off. There's a dangerous glint that shines in her eyes as she glares at Mileena angrily.
Disgust, horror, and fear. The thought that the only reason her sister, her perfect other half, had spared her was only because she wanted to fuck her. The small hope of one day becoming actual sisters, dies in her chest.
"I said fuck off kitana. You smell and taste like shit."
Something about what Mileena says seems to set her off and Kitana charges forward, fingers gripping the front of her shirt as she yanks her off the floor. There's a ripping sound and Mileena feels cool air rush over her chest. Clothes falling on the floor as they're torn off from the force.
"You will obey me."
In response, Mileena spit in her face which gets her a slap across the face. The sound echoes and what she has for a cheek stings but she refuses to show it, only glaring up at Kitana from the chair she's thrown back into. She's not going to just give up.
Mileena is ready for Kitana's advance this time, jumping out of the chair she tries to run for the door. She's stopped by strong arms around her waist that lift her off the ground. Flailing, Mileena kicks and struggles against the suddenly brick wall of Kitana's body, but it's all fruitless.
So focused on trying to get free, Mileena isn't paying attention to where she's going until she's face down on the throne cushion, Kitana's hand pressing her head against the soft surface. She can't move, her toes only grazing the floor, unable to gain any leverage. When she tries to push herself up, Kitana grabs her hands, pinning them to her back, Somehow overpowering her. Mileena is effectively trapped.
Hot breath gusts against Mileena's ear when Kitana leans over her, pressing their bodies together from knee to shoulder. There's no mistaking the scorching hard cock that presses against her ass. The throne is surprisingly cold against Mileena's partially bare chest as she tries to squirm away.
"You sick fuck." She grits out angrily.
"Give up, you worthless abomination." Kitana hisses, a tongue licking up Mileena's neck like a snake getting ready to strike.
Desperately Mileena bucks her hips up in another attempt to get free but only succeeds in rubbing the erection pressed to her ass. Nausea is thick in her throat when the reality of what is going to happen begins to sink in.
Mileena's struggle only intensifies when she feels a hand slide over her ass, squeezing and groping her. She rages out in frustration at how helpless she feels against Kitana's advances. For once she wishes for her unnatural strength, something that she now realizes she took for granted.
For all her desperation Mileena's strength is somehow gone, fear takes hold of her as she feels her pants being dragged down. She contemplates smashing her head against the desk until it knocks her out, but ultimately she decides against brain damage.
Boots, pants, and underwear are discarded on the ground, Leaving Mileena's bottom half entirely bare. Mortification burns in her ears when cool air brushes against her holes from her ass cheeks being spread open.
"Tell me Mileena. Are you a virgin?" Kitana asks huskily in her ear, as if the thought of anyone bedding her was an impossibility. Her finger rubbing around the clenched muscle of her asshole.
"None of your business perv—" she chokes when that finger pushes past the tight rim, mindless of any resistance there might have been. She doesn't stop until she's past the second knuckle and Mileena ready feels full with just one finger. There was no mistaking the size of the cock that was pressed against her earlier.
"You do feel rather tight." Kitana mocked, as if it was a surprise. Flexing her finger, Kitana wiggled it around experimentally.
It's nearly impossible for Mileena to try to think around the violating feeling of Kitana's finger, but she forces her thoughts to still, to bide her time and wait for a moment where she gets distracted enough for her to wrench her hands loose. Shame consumes Mileena further with each twist and bend of Kitana's slick finger and it only intensifies when a second finger squeezes in beside it.
Clenching her maw shut, Mileena refuses to make a sound against the pain and small pleasure that spreads through her. She swore she wouldn't give up but with each passing moment her strength drains and her will dwindles. If she just lets it happen it will be over sooner.
"Do you rape your all of your supposed sisters, you perverted freak?" Jade has been gone to earthrealm only a day out of the week, she's meant to be gone. Kitana has already bent Mileena over Outworld's throne, somehow robbing her of her strength, it's something that could have only been planned.
In retaliation to this claim, Kitana spreads her fingers, scissoring them apart widely to stretch Mileena's body.
"Only the ones that need to be put in their place." Her voice is almost casual as if she's engaging in a normal conversation.
"Ngh!" Mileena jerks against the pain and she yanks hard against the hand holding her. She's surprised when she's able to pull herself free but immediately reacts, kicking at Kitana and jumping off the throne.
All of Mileena's struggles are in vain when Kitana is able to tackle her and wrangle her down to the floor, a knee pressing into her back as she ties her hands together with a chain that was previously hidden from her. She's truly lost now.
Unexpectedly Mileena is hoisted up and onto the throne again, this time on her back, her own body pinning her tied hands down. There's no missing the hungry look Kitana levels at her, eyes settling on her half hardened cock.
Now that she has two free hands Kitana grips Mileena's thighs, pushing her legs apart, "Now where were we?"
The sound of clothes hitting the floor has Mileen shifting on the throne in a panic. She's about to open her mouth to shout, preferring the humiliation of a servant seeing her bare like this then continuing, when a bundle of fabric is shoved past her teeth, effectively silencing her.
"You're only making this harder on yourself Mileena."
MIleena nearly chokes on the cloth stuffed in her mouth, which she realizes is her own underwear. Her jaw immediately begins to hurt from being forced open so wide but that pain is forgotten when the blunt head of Kitana's cock presses against her asshole.
No. No. It's too big. Mileena jerks hard against the restraints around her wrists, tears springing to her eyes as she tries to wriggle away from the burning stretch of Kitana's cock as she forces it in. All thoughts of not showing pain are wiped from Mileena's mind as she panics and fights against it. She feels like she's being torn open.
Nothing about it feels good or even remotely pleasurable but it's clear Kitana doesn't care as she brute forces her cock inside her. Two fingers do not compare to the real thing. Mileenai falls limp against the throne, tears running down her face as she tries to breathe through the humiliation and pain. Vaguely she feels wetness forming between her cheeks, fluid that she can only assume is blood. There's nothing Mileena can do, save for letting it happen.
If she thought the pain of Kitana stuffing her cock in was bad, the slow, dry pull of it out is even worse. It grates against Mileena's insides, the only lubricant being blood doing nothing to ease the way. Kitana is not gentle, nor kind when she fucks Mileena.
Like a mindless animal she slams her dick back in, already chasing her long awaited orgasm. Mileena slams against the back of the throne with each thrust, her hands dragging back and forth across the cushion uncomfortably. Gripping Mileena's hips, Kitana's fingers dig hard into the tan flesh, fresh bruises already blooming from her excessive strength. Any residual fight drains out of Mileena under the hurried and forceful fucking. She falls slack against the desk, her mind numb from the pain and exhaustion of trying to resist. If this is what needs to happen so she never has to go back to the flesh pits, then so be it.
The room seems to float around Mileena as she removes her mind from the situation, willing it to end. Kitana makes a half-hearted attempt to get Mileena hard, a soft hand stroking her half limp cock. When Mileena hides her reaction, a pulsing swell of arousal, Kitana abandons her attempt in favor of speeding up. Her cock beats against Mileena's insides like a jackhammer, abusing the delicate flesh until she feels like a tenderized piece of meat.
For a moment Mileena feels the scorching throb of Kitana's dick, quickly followed by a comforting warmth as she comes. Mileena wretches around the clothing gagging her when she feels Kitana's release coating her insides. Kitana doesn't even have the decency to pull out, letting her cum ooze out from around her still sheathed cock.
In one final act of degeneracy, Kitana steps back, letting her softening cock slip out of Mileena. Replacing it with two fingers she scoops out some of her release, making Mileena flinch from sensitivity.
Mileena doesn't even have the energy to say anything when her underwear is removed from her maw. Not that she is given the opportunity when it's replaced with two come coated fingers. Immediately Mileena recoils at the flavorless fluid that's smeared across her tongue, pulling away angrily. She hits her head on the back of the throne from her knee-jerk reaction, sending pain shooting down her neck. Kitana laughs.
"Good girl."
"You sick piece of shit." Is the only thing Mileena has the energy to say as she's rolled over onto her front so Kitana can untie her bindings.
"I'm sure you know what will happen if you breathe a word of this to anyone."
"Fuck you."
There's no further exchange of words before Kitana lets herself out of the throne room, leaving Mileena there alone to clean herself up and recover.
Mileena’s lungs burned, aching from the sheer lack of oxygen, she's lucky that she didn’t pass out from how strained she had been. She allowed herself to slump into a sitting position, before attempting to slide from the edge of the throne. Her knees almost buckled as her legs nearly gave out under her,
She felt so weak that she could barely stand upright. Everything hurt and she could feel her whole body throb with her rapid pulse. Each step was more difficult than the last, as picked up her torn clothing from the floor and teleported to her room.
The fog of her arousal lingered like a potent perfume and it was making her feel sick to her stomach in both the best and most agonizing ways. To her own disgust all Mileena can think about is how amazing it felt to have that fat cock stirring her up that much, she barely makes it into her bed with the door closed before she slumps against the clean sheets.
With a shaky exhale Mileena, choked back a sob, shoved three of her fingers into her aching hole. She felt the sinful mixture of her own sisters cum along with her blood gush around her fingers as she frantically jerked herself off with other hand.
Mileena tipped her head back as her mind reeled, chasing her orgasm in a fever pitch as she trembled with pure want. There was something wrong with her, there had to be for her to want to be wrecked all over again. She curled her fingers and her sister's cum squelched inside her from the movement.
It was just enough to send her over the edge she’d been teetering on. The clone heaved another sob and she came all over her front, painting her taut abs with three heavy throbs.
It’s as she is climbing down from the adrenaline high that she blinks away the tears that had welled up in her eyes. She feels so empty, unfulfilled and unsatisfied, it had been over far too quickly. Her fingers had done nothing for her. She can't help wanting Kitana's thick cock to stretch her out again. tears wet her face, shamefully, she wants it so badly she burns from the inside out.
Disgust fills her, pathetically she uses her soiled underwear to clean up the mess on her stomach and between her legs as much as possible, leaving the soiled fabric on the floor. The high having worn off, her entire body now feels the pain from the abuse. So much so that she's unsure if she'll be able to get to the bathroom. She has to, this horrible act needs to be cleaned from her skin.
Mileena doesn't think as she cleans herself. She doesn't let the intrusive thoughts take over. She can't yet. Not until she's back safe in her room. She's quick and methodical as she gets dressed and puts on clean clothes and fixes hair. There's a dark bruise on Mileena's face from where Kitana slapped her, but she can only do so much to hide the evidence.
She feels relief the second she steps back into her room. Even though Mileena's entire body threatens to collapse with every step she forces herself onwards. She can't stop. She just needs to keep moving forward. She can't look back.