This story contains bondage, kidnapping/damsel-in-distress, and other sexual themes. I recommend you turn away if that does not interest you.

Also, this story was done in collaboration with Elqro, who drew an excellent image which you'll find later in the story! Check out their profile!

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This was supposed to be a fairly simple trip for Rem. The blue-haired maid had simply gone to Irlam Village for the day, taking a few baskets of supplies for the villagers with her. Her biggest concern had been just how big of a ruckus the children would cause distributing the sweets among themselves.

And then Rem noticed that figure. She swore she saw it duck behind a tree just as her gaze turned towards the surrounding forest, and as brief as it was, the unusual sight of black and purple garments in such a place was more than enough to draw her attention. Those long, baggy robes--stylized in such a manner were not only something that Rem was certain none of the villagers possessed but…

If it weren’t for their recent activities in the area, she would’ve dismissed the thought immediately, but sightings of the Witch Cult had been reported by a few of the elders. Just as mysterious as this, nonetheless! Lurking in the corner of the eye, but gone by the time you realize something's there and you turn towards it. More concerningly, however, was the question of what business they could have here? Given that Irlam Village wasn’t particularly wealthy, the only thing that they could be interested in was... the people themselves.

Such an issue had to be dealt with immediately. Taking care of a few stray disciples would hardly be difficult for Rem anyways, but depending on the actual severity of their motives, it could sprout into something far more problematic if she simply ignored it. She’d deal with it herself, and make sure that nobody else got hurt or inconvenienced. Rem would make sure of it.

And… this way, she could be certain that Ram, or any of the others, didn’t have to worry about a thing.

For the next few minutes, Rem simply carried on as she was. She acted oblivious as to what she’d seen, continuing to walk around the village as if not a single thing was wrong. Her smile graced the villagers as normal, and her gaze only turned towards the outskirts for the briefest of secon--

There! Her entire body shifted as she practically lurched towards the trees, not allowing the second sighting of the figure to go so easily. Her hand extended out with an open palm, pointed right at the trunk of the tree that the person was hiding behind. There was no reason to hold back against someone who was a part of the Witch’s Cult, which is why she didn't hesitate in the slightest as magic sprung forward from her hand, forming into a spear of ice. The pointed ice shot forward, its momentum strong enough to pierce straight through the trunk of the tree easily splitting the bark apart on both sides it fully tore through. Anyone hiding behind it would certainly have had an experience just as unpleasant.

Rem waited for a moment, watching for any sort of movement. Even a dying man should twitch or stumble out from behind, and on the off-chance that the magic attack hadn’t been enough to finish him off in a single blow, it was preferable to wait before approaching someone who’d surely be desperate.

Seconds ticked into one another, with nothing but the gust of the wind and a few distant ambient sounds of the village behind her entering Rem’s ears. Tenaciously she stepped forward towards the broken tree, her concern growing as she approached the backside where the cultist should be--

N-Nothing..? Not a body, blood, or even a piece of torn cloth was close to any part of the tree that she’d shot the icicle through. She’d was sure that the man had used it for cover, but what did this mean? Could he teleport short distances? Perhaps go invisible? Either option would certainly explain how all these sightings of him remained just that--little glimpses of his stalking to make his targets anxious before doing… something.

She had no information to definitively answer any of these questions, which raised the potential risk of pursuing him any further. And yet that was all the more reason to deal with it now before anyone innocent could get harmed.

The rustling of leaves and bushes around her made it clear that she had to act soon. Those sounds seemed to come from deeper within the forest, further away from the village. She had to assume that the man was acting precisely, and something like this indicated that he was attempting to lure her away from the village. But his retreat was awfully obvious as well. With how stealthy he’d previously been, not to mention how obvious the sounds he was making were…

It dawned on Rem a moment too late that perhaps, it wasn’t the village that was his target. A loud rustle entered Rem’s ears from right behind her, and she turned with her magic channeled once more and a spear of ice ready to…

She let out a breath. Once again, there was nothing. Was he just playing games with her, or--

It was the only moment in which Rem had let her guard down, and her attacker was keenly aware of that. You could only trigger a person’s paranoia so many times before they began to grow used to the situation, less aware of the subtler sounds that you didn’t want them to hear, like a small brush of wind from a little farther behind. But the few seconds that the maid wasn’t paying close attention to every bit of her surroundings was enough time for the man to finally cast a spell of his own.

“Vita.” A rough voice echoed throughout the forest, and before Rem could turn around to face its source, her knees buckled from beneath her. She knew exactly what magic had just been uttered--a shadow-type spell that amplified the effects of gravity on the target. The force that held her feet to the earth suddenly became an overwhelming burden, weighing down upon every inch of her body. Her arms pushed against the grass beneath, desperately holding herself up while her legs pulled and kicked, trying to find their footing once more--

But it was another foot that decided her fate. It was little more than a soft push against her side by one of the boots of her attacker, yet it was enough to send her flat against the ground as all of her efforts suddenly faltered. Her arms were spread out--unwillingly clung to the ground as though someone was brutally forcing them down to make them do little more than wiggle themselves an inch in resistance.

She couldn’t even pull her head up from her side to get a decent look at the man who stood directly above her. Rem could just barely see past his waist, and everything below it was covered in purple robes that revealed no distinguishing features about the man. The maid grunted as she clenched her muscles, trying to force some sort of strength out of her..!

E-Even her horn was failing her now as she tried to force it out. This magic was more than just potent--it was brutally effective at keeping her down and unable to resist. She grunted, considering the few options she had left at this point. C-Calling for help was obvious… but who would be able to help her? If a villager heard her by pure happenstance… they wouldn’t even stand a chance against him, would they? It would be a slaughter.

“Y-You--”

She grunted, cutting herself off as she decided it would hardly be worth the effort. Rem shut her eyes for a second as her body still strained against the invisible enemy of gravity, but the spell’s effects did not waiver. When she reopened her eyes, Rem realized that the man was kneeling, hands extended towards her and reaching straight for her torso. He pulled her aside, a harsh tug necessary to overcome the effects of his own spell, finally putting the suppressed maid flat on her stomach as she slumped to the ground. His gloved fingers brushed against her wrists next, taking an obvious amount of effort to even perform the simple task of pulling her arm up and placing it against her back. The man repeated the same with her other arm, and it wasn’t until Rem felt something rough digging into the skin of her smooth wrists did she realize what the man was doing.

First debuff magic, and now restraints? For whatever reason, the man wanted her alive. Though certainly preferable to the alternative, her heart began to race with the possibilities. If this was the Witch’s Cult as she predicted, then nothing pleasant was about to happen to her either way. Other than that, there was little reason to take someone like her, right..?

Unless… she was a hostage.

Rem wanted to stay calm, to ignore the tightening of rope against her elbows now that the man was finished with her wrists, and instead focus solely on what her next step was. But the thought gnawed at her mind--that she might end up being bait for someone she cared about. L-Like Subaru, or Emilia, or… or Ram.

It was preferable to idly think about the rope digging into her body rather than to consider such a possibility. The little struggling she could manage under the effects of the spell was met with the harsh tug of the binding in response, unwilling to budge against her meager efforts as she pulled her bare wrists against it. Even the rope against her elbows, which had been granted the mercy of being slightly cushioned by her silk sleeves, still proved to be agonizing just by how strict of a position it forced her into. S-She certainly wasn’t used to bending like this..!

The downward pressure all over her body didn’t help with the discomfort either. And that seemed to be enough for the man to move onto other areas of Rem’s body, as his hands began to creep downwards towards her legs as they ran along her back--

The maid’s entire body froze out of shock, stiller than any amount of restraints or gravity could force it to be. It took her more than a few seconds to comprehend what the man was distracting himself with, what someone like him would possibly see worth doing instead of finishing her bondage quickly and efficiently.

A second squeeze against the curves of her bottom which filled out her blue undergarments happened to be exactly enough to snap her out of the surprised haze Rem lost herself in for a moment. T-This lecherous, perverted, kidnapper of hers would do no such thing if she had anything to say about it!

And yet, no words came out of her mouth. Because if there was one thing Rem could do in this scenario, it was to not let her emotions take hold of her. The twin maids were close enough to one another that they’d developed the ability to telepathically transmit feelings to one another, and Rem knew that if she accidentally felt a surge of anger, distress, or anything else negative…

Then Ram would come looking for her without a moment’s hesitation, and the only thing Rem would achieve would be putting her sister into danger as well. This was her mistake… her burden… she should have to bear the consequences of it alone, as well.

She bit her lip as a sudden smack came down upon her bottom, replacing the slow, indulging squeezes that had been there a moment ago. Little more than a whimper escaped Rem’s lips, less so at the pain and more so at the humiliation of accepting such treatment of herself. E-Even if it was the right thing to do, it still f-felt--n-no, she had to suppress all of that. Let absolutely nothing through.

“Quiet and submissive?” The man spoke to Rem for the first time, clearly having gotten tired of waiting for the maid to make any pleas or begs that he may have expected from his capture. Or maybe he’d captured so many ladies before that he was just used to them pleading for their lives.

“Such a fitting capture, but it was an inevitability regardless.” the man continued, “You all become that way, eventually.”

The gropes plus his words were more than enough for the maid to confirm her suspicions. He was certainly a member of the Witch Cult based on his power, but the sin to which he devoted himself to was just as obvious as well.

Lust.

Rem kept the revelation to herself, seeing no need to share it with someone who obviously knew it themselves. But the more she dwelled on it, the more uncomfortable a thought it became. Servants of Lust didn’t sacrifice people, which perhaps confirmed that physically, she’d be safe. But Rem had heard the stories of broken women and discarded toys which they became… and that was not an appealing fate either. She paused, once again trying to shake the negative thoughts out of her head.

No matter how much she tried, it seemed to remain. There was little else to focus on in the quiet of the forest, with the feeling of rope now pressing against her ankles barely a better replacement. The man had dragged her legs firmly together, and now that the rope ensured her inability to flee regardless of the gravity spell, any substantial chance of escape was fleeting. Her kidnapper knew better than to take chances, however, and he secured her legs further with a strand above and below her knees, before finally moving onto her upper legs.

Once again, his hands were invasive, fingers running along the insides of her silk-covered thighs, and whether that was for his enjoyment or just to try and see how the maid would respond remained unsaid. His rough fingers were eventually replaced with the coarser pinching of rope, cruelly digging into her as he tightened it with no hesitation. The second he finished, however, Rem felt a weight lifted off of her shoulders.

The gravity spell had finally ceased! She lifted her head first, testingly, actually able to part it from the ground without meeting the excruciating resistance of the earth’s pull. She looked down towards her body, finally able to not just feel but directly see the tightly knotted strands of rope against her legs.

Rem kicked them back and forth in a struggle before the man’s hand came down to easily stop it. The spell had served its purpose, and that was why it was gone now. Magic or not, Rem was helpless now.

Whether he planned it from the start or saw it fit after her sudden efforts, the man pulled one last strand of rope out, tying it to the bindings which already secured her ankles to one another. He pulled it towards her back, right to the knot which held her elbows together just as strictly. A simple connection and tightening, and the maid was hogtied. Even the slightest bits of resistance wouldn’t be tolerated, Rem realized.

The man walked back over to her front, and Rem’s gaze immediately shifted back towards the ground as he did. She hardly wanted to look at the man who’d bested her so easily, who caught her off-guard and captured her just like that. Only in the periphery of her vision did she see him fumbling around underneath his robe, and for what was revealed to Rem as he forced it into her line of sight. A shiny, red ball, with straps hanging off two parallel sides of it.

“Nothing to say?” The man asked, bringing the ball gag down towards her lips. Only when she remained perfectly silent for more than a few seconds did the man begin to force it in, using one hand to pull her chin down while the other one pushed and wiggled the rubber sphere in between her lips. His hands rose to the dangling leather straps near her cheeks and chin, pulling them around the maid’s head efficiently.

“Quiet and submissive as they come…” He repeated, taunting the maid once more. For a few moments, he simply stared at Rem, wondering what she would see fit to do now. Struggle in complete defiance as the reality of her situation finally set in? Finally see it fit to use her mouth to scream for help despite it being far too late for that?

...No, she certainly wasn’t like most captives. Silent acceptance, for whatever reason. He’d taunted and teased the maid about being submissive, but surely…

Rem knew herself that it was anything but. She just didn’t want anyone else to get hurt for her mistake, and to accept this fate was the only decision she could make. It certainly didn’t mean she liked it, however, as she tried to stretch her limbs at all within the confines of the rope. Expertly tightened and knotted as they were, however, she accomplished little with the action besides straining them for a few seconds before the futility was so obvious it was impossible to ignore. The only flicker of hope she would give herself would be to try and free herself, but every foray into that option yielded nothing.

The man licked his lips, perhaps noticing the subtle motions and efforts that hinted at her thoughts beneath the silent persona the maid portrayed to her captor. He’d waste no more time admiring such efforts from a beautiful girl such as her, however.

There’d be plenty of time for that once she was taken to her new home.

His hands dug underneath the maid’s body, easily able to pull Rem’s petite body up especially now that the gravity spell was gone. But before they could begin their journey, the cultist had one more spell to cast.

“Shamak.” He whispered, and Rem’s world was instantly clouded in darkness. It wasn’t just a blinding spell--replacing her vision with a complete, engulfing void, but it targeted more than just that single sense as well. She was completely oblivious to the crunching of leaves beneath his feet as the man began to move with her in hand, the scent of the flowers she’d once picked with the villagers. All of her senses became suppressed… but one.

She could feel the rope’s bite more intensely than ever when it was the only thing left to stimulate her senses. How doing anything but keeping her suspended body perfectly still would cause it to dig in further, uncomfortably, a reminder of her captivity that was impossible to ignore..!

And there was one other thing she could feel. It was beyond her sight, but the shape of it pressing against her body--her chest, was unmistakable. The object squeezed suddenly, forcing a sudden gasp of air out of the maid through her gag. It began rubbing through the frills of her uniform, alternating between seconds of these invisible yet intense sensations with one another. She tried to shift her mind away from it, but to what? There was nothing else in this world that the illusionary spell had created for her, and if she dared to retreat into her own thoughts...

Then they’d inevitably turn to Ram. The last person she wanted to think about--to disappoint with her mistakes. W-Worst of all, it was the key to the one way she could truly cry out for help. Their synchronization--so strong, that even accidentally she could make her sister feel the emotion she’s feeling. And if she accidentally alerted Ram to her despair…

Then she’d immediately come running, searching for her with their connection… and lose. Rem knew that her sister was weaker than her in-combat, and yet she’d try anyway to save her. That… would be the worst outcome for all of this.

But thinking about it only made it harder. It gave her a reason to try not to feel despair at her situation, yet when her mind returned to the only other thing it had: the incessant touching and use of her body, which compounded as she grew aware of the fact that she couldn’t afford to feel bad, and yet the realization that she was only made it grow all the worse, until--until..!

She let out a silent cry for help that filled her with immediate regret the second she let it out. Tears welled in her eyes as she realized what she’d done.

The only thing left to “comfort” her was already returning to her chest, rougher than ever before.

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Ram was sprinting towards the village the second she’d felt the sudden surge of emotions overcome her body. She immediately realized the source of them, having taken advantage of both sides of this ability she and Rem shared, but what concerned the maid as she ran was the fact that it had never felt that intense before. It was more than just a cry for help that Ram received, no, she felt the desperation, despair, and distress released all at once from her sister.

She knew that Rem had set out to that village for some ordinary chores… What could have gone so wrong there? Was the place under siege? Smoke had yet to rise on the horizon from a potential razing of their homes, which at the very least suggested it wasn’t too late. Thankfully the distance between the mansion and the village wasn’t too great, but every minute spent running to it was another where something could be going terribly wrong.

Couldn’t Rem send her another message? Just to make it clear that she’s still alright? Even attempting to use Clairvoyance to see what Rem saw yielded nothing but complete blackness. She… no, Rem wouldn’t fall in battle like that. It didn’t change the fact that she had to hurry, however. But as houses finally came into sight, the area looked..!

Entirely peaceful. Not only were there no bandits, attackers, or anyone suspicious of any nature, she could even make out the figures of villagers: out and about, talking and chatting as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Nothing seemed wrong… but where was Rem? Ram stepped towards the village, ready to question them about her sister, but something caught her attention in the corner of her eye.

A split tree trunk… with an icicle sticking out of it. The type of magic that Rem happened to be specialized in. She’d clearly used her magic, and only now was it starting to melt! That was enough to give Ram hope that she wasn’t too late. A glance around the surrounding area revealed more signs of a conflict, and she followed them deeper and deeper into the forest. Crushed plants and broken twigs--even the smallest of details were vital to tracking and understanding what had happened. She soon got a sense of the general direction which the conflict had taken, and her eyes glanced up ahead to--

Rem! Her body was laid against a tree, simply out in the open with little more cover than the few surrounding pieces of shrubbery. Ram’s gaze ran along her body before her step towards her sister slowed, soon noticing the coils of rope that ran along her body from head to toe. They forced her limbs together, reduced her movements to little more than stifled struggles--

W-Wait, she was awake! There was a thick, rubber ball forced between her lips for a purpose that Ram could only assume was to silence her, but her eyes were open, blinking every once in a while. That being said, Ram was right in front of her! Why wasn’t she responding at all..?

“R-Rem!” She called out, and once again there was no response from the bound maid. Just what had happened to her? Ram knelt in front of her, cupping Rem’s cheek with her hand as she stared right into her eyes, seemingly unresponsive.

A moment later, they suddenly “awoke”. It was as if light had suddenly returned to them, and the blue-haired maid blinked a few times before finally seeming to realize that Ram was right in front of her. Though Ram still hadn’t the slightest idea as to what had happened to Rem or what freed her from it, she could only be happy that Rem was safe. The bound girl’s blue eyes widened, however, as her gaze shifted not to her sister’s face… but beyond it.

“Rmmf! Bffhhnd Yff!”

The gagged warning was far too incomprehensible for Ram to make any use of it before she was grabbed from behind. An arm was wrenched around her waist, catching both of her own arms in it while the other was pushed its way up directly to her face. She was pulled into her assailant’s torso as his grip tightened, overpowering the girl as he pressed a wet, intoxicating cloth against her nose.

“Gffh!” Ram let out, her groan slightly inhibited by the fabric forced against her face. She swung her body back and forth within his grip, cursing herself for her naivety. Her eyes darted down to catch what glimpse of him she could, seeing little more than the purple fabric around his arms. O-Of course it was a trap... a-and by a cultist, no less! She’d just been… too distracted by seeing Rem… s-safe…

G-Gah… w-why was it suddenly so hard… to focus? Her weak struggles slowed to mere tugs against the iron grip she was held in, as she took deep breaths in and out to try and steady herself. B-But that just made it… w-worse..?

"I'd heard about Roswaal's twin maids... two today makes this a glorious success."

The man spoke, but Ram was hardly listening to whatever it was he spoke of. Her eyelids were so, so heavy, and some sensation against all rational reasoning tempted her to just shut them for good. Let herself rest and fall into a deep, deep sleep… i-it’d be so easy…

Ram’s line of sight happened to drift across Rem, the unmistakable blue hair widening them for a mere moment as she remembered what would happen if she were to lose now.

A moment later, and she slipped out of consciousness anyways.

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Even as her eyelids flickered between either an engulfing blackness or a disorienting blend of colors, Ram could feel her entire mind spinning over itself as consciousness slowly crawled back to her. The girl weakly reached out for her senses, fighting against the temptation to let her heavy eyelids simply rest for a moment more. A fog clouded her mind as she tried to remember what… where… a-anything at all.

“Mmmm!”

The sound of a moan didn’t register with the maid at first, entering her mind as just nothing more than another stimulus she was hardly in a state to comprehend the meaning of. The compressing feeling around her arms was similarly responded to, ignored entirely by the pink-haired woman as she tried to clear the mist in her mind. S-She at least remembered who she was, and the vague colors of green scenery had begun to return… a forest, she’d been in a forest! B-But why..? She remembered a man, then some kind of struggle, then… then..!

“Mmm! Rffm!”

Her eyes shot open to a spinning sight of blue and white as it all finally clicked into place. Her vision was enveloped by the person who’d been making those sounds, and it didn’t take more than a moment for Ram to remember who that was. Rem’s eyes were already wet with tears, and it was impossible to miss the expression of despair in those blue eyes given that they were only a few inches apart.

Ram tried to pull back instinctively, surprised to see that Rem’s face followed her as she did. Her eyes crept further down her sister’s face, discovering the web of leather straps and metal rings that clung to her soft face. It was enough of an impetus for Ram to realize the sensation around her face, and along the insides of her vision could she just make out the unnatural lining of black along it.

“...mmf..!” Ram’s voice was weaker than she expected it to be, partly because of her lingering lightheadedness, but more inhibiting was something stuffed between her lips. An effort to look directly downwards revealed the source of a warm sensation against her lips: the presence of Rem’s mouth close to her own, with only an inch of purple rubber separating the two. It took Ram a second to discover that this was what the leather straps were for, to lock them together tightly in an embrace that served to silence both servants.

The lighting in the room was strange. There was clearly something above them to illuminate them both, allowing the two to get a good look at each other--as good as they could while planted together so forcefully--but beyond that was darkness. It dawned on Ram a moment later that anyone could be lurking within the shadows, staring right at the both of them. It was all the more reason to get moving…

Which quickly revealed itself as an impossible endeavor in their current states. She tried to move her legs, shaking them once in surprise, then twice in frustration as Ram realized that they were just as forcefully interlocked as their lips. She tried to turn her gaze downwards in response--a difficult task given how linked their faces were, but the question regarding the tightness around her legs was quickly replaced by the shock of how much more there was to worry about.

Ropes hugged their chests, and Ram could just make out the differing colors: red for Rem and blue for herself. For a moment she wondered if such opposing choices were intentional, but what certainly wasn’t colored was the chain-link between their two collars. The pressure around her neck became noticeable once the maid saw the connecting metal, which thankfully wasn’t tight enough to impede their breathing. But, like everything else along their bodies, it seemed like its primary purpose was to force the two closer together. A few more struggles away, and Ram could feel a tightness around her stomach as well, indicating yet another point of connection. She couldn’t see this one clearly… their chests squishing against one another was more than enough to obscure that part of their restraints.

She flushed softly, ceasing any further struggles because of that fact. They’d both been stripped down as well, from maid outfits to mere undergarments which left their cleavage for any to see. The texture of fabric did press against her arms as she tried to pull those free as well, but it was more than overwhelmingly accompanied by the constricting pressure of rope which forced her slender arms against one another. It was hardly a surprise that their captor was just as thorough with this part of their restraints, but frustrating nonetheless as Ram tried to wiggle at them, to see if any stray knot or strand of rope could be taken advantage of to make their escape…

What felt like minutes of effort yielded nothing. It began to dawn on Ram why her sister was hardly struggling at all: she’d already tried to. She hadn’t been knocked out, Ram assumed, which meant she had more time to discover how pointless an escape would be. A few mere struggles would do little to loosen the ropes lashed onto their bodies with strict and precise knots. And the uncomfortable presence of one another, bodies rubbing and pressing against each other served as a suitable distraction for the captives. Regardless of whether or not they chose to keep struggling in defiance, sooner or later both of them would have to accept that escape wasn’t a possibility.

And then they’d have nothing to do but wait. Short moans and gasps for air after a few seconds of fighting against the ropes did little to pass the time, and there was little enjoyment to be found in each other’s presence. In a brighter world, their reunion should’ve brought joy, yet Rem couldn’t even bear to look Ram in the eye.

Ram’s struggling ceased a moment later, but not because she’d finally given up. No… There were footsteps! She’d forgotten about the one who’d put them into this scenario, that robe-clad man who’d lured her in and ambushed her. It could only be him who was finally approaching the two, and the way she felt Rem’s body suddenly still was enough of an indicator that whatever was to come wouldn’t be pleasant.

With a little bit of effort, Ram could see his purple robes come into the light out of the corner of her eye. She didn’t dare strain her body any further, as their position was loose enough that the two of them could easily topple over if either pulled to the side a little. It was already humiliating enough to be restrained and captive like this… having her face forced against the floor simply sounded worse. The man knelt in front of the two, putting something down on the ground before his hands reached for their bodies.

He spared one for them each, planting it along both of their bottoms as he reached in to give the pair a rough squeeze. The skirts which both of them wore were certainly not fitted for them, barely covering any part of their body below their waist and leaving their bare asses available for any to touch. It took Ram a moment before she recoiled in disgust as she realized how she would even be wearing something like this. Both of the girls let out a synchronized moan, wincing as such sounds only encouraged him to dig his fingers in deeper to claim their bodies for himself. He let out a laugh--no, that wasn’t quite the right word for it. An insane cackle echoed throughout the room which could only be described as a sure indicator of the insanity of a cultist. His voice cracked as he suddenly let go of them, eyes brought up from their lower bodies right towards their chests.

“You’re awake. Just as she waited for. Just in time for the ritual.”

Ram couldn’t help but be nervous as his words trickled down her spine. S-She knew these cultists well enough to know that whatever they had in mind, whatever they believed was their duty was nothing short of agonizing to all who either were needed for it or stood in the way of it. The fact that she was the former for once only made her helplessness all the more distressing.

“Lust demands that you embrace her! Weave it into your very souls and accept it, submit to it, bathe in it… and all of your sadness, hatred, and stress shall be washed away by pleasure and pleasure alone. Ohhh.... yessss….”

His words slithered out of his mouth, leaning closely into their ears to ensure that every syllable of his ramblings was caught by the pair. His hands massaged the sides of their chests, rubbing and squeezing, almost daring the two to try and pull away--only for him to suddenly pull back himself.

“I cannot stall any longer! My own desires must not come between my duty! It is time.”

He suddenly scrambled to pick the items he had just placed down off of the ground, and they were finally in sight for the maid to observe. They were cylindrical… a pair oddly colored pink and blue… a-as if two were intended for each of them specifically. Ram hadn’t the slightest clue what they were for--

But she’d get to see a demonstration first. The cultist targeted Rem first, his attention drawn back towards her bottom but not her curves specifically. His fingers dug under her panties, tugging them as they traced the lining towards the area between her thighs.

“Mmm!” It was Ram who began to object to such treatment, struggling for her sister as the man’s intentions soon became obvious. He did not even grant the efforts a response, unfazed as he suddenly stuffed the blue device into Rem’s front. She let out a moan of protest of her own, eyes shutting while the pink-haired maid shook all the more furiously in her bonds.

“Be patient!” He screamed at Ram. “You shall get your turn as Lust decrees.”

The cultist was so insane that Ram could only assume that was his honest interpretation of her struggles. He picked up the second of the blue toys, once again bringing it towards Rem’s panties before gripping one curve of her bottom and slowly wiggling it in. Slowly, it entered her body, pressing against her insides as the uncomfortable object was forced into her rear.

Heavy breaths escaped the nose of Rem as her eyes slowly opened, finally feeling that it had gone in as deep as it could. Her face was red and wet, a mix of sweat and tears trickling down while her sister tried to remain calm. J-Just what was… this madman… planning?

She had little time to think about it before it was her turn. There was little purpose in resisting it, her bindings already proven strict enough to make any effort futile. Shaking her body only caused the devices to be pressed against her insides more intensely as they slid in, the uncomfortable pleasure of the act forced upon her impossible to ignore as a result. She stilled her body soon enough, judging the worthless act of resistance to be less favorable than a bit of relief from the situation.

It was ironic how quickly their predicament had shifted from trying to make their wild struggles work to staying as still as possible. Any movement by their hips would invariably cause the devices inside them to shift around further, and for a moment Ram believed this was their sole purpose. Something to keep them from struggling, yet another distraction to keep them docile--

And then he turned them on.

She didn’t know whether it was magic, or a switch, or something else that she couldn’t possibly fathom. Ram’s attention was forced solely to the items between her legs which had suddenly become vibrating. The problem of moving against the toys was suddenly reversed, with them now forcefully moving on their own, rubbing and teasing their insides with constantly building pleasure. Thoughts of keeping herself still vanished as it became simply impossible to not shake against the intense vibrations, each struggle emphasizing the tightness of the ropes around her body as they held her in place for the vibrators to take advantage of. She shook her bottom back and forth, a desperate plea to dislodge the vibrators, but her own panties held them in place strictly enough.

The worst part was that she could feel Rem doing the exact same thing. Their bodies pressed against each other forcefully, unwittingly at that as thoughts of modesty among one another drifted away in favor of handling their own predicaments. A widened gaze was shared for a moment between the two--before a sudden rise in the vibrators' intensity forced their attention back downwards once more.

“MMMMM!” The two let out, their sounds and breaths growing more desperate by the minute. Ram tried to pull her body back, only for Rem to force her back forward as they both searched for some position--something, anything that could give them a momentary relief. Their shared gag, collars, and ropes all but ensured they’d experience it together.

“Yes, YES!” The madman let out in honest glee as his two captives struggled. “Fight, struggle, beg, but there is no escape! The pleasure builds inside you, and soon your bodies shall be ready to embrace her. Accept yourselves as her servants, and the only thing you shall have left to beg for is more!”

His laughter echoed throughout the room as he stepped away, leaving the twin maids to their fate. H-He had to be crazy… regardless of how it felt there was no way they’d obediently accept a sin like this. T-The vibrations… were not slowing down in the slightest, however. Infuriatingly so… making it impossible to focus on anything else…

The only other thing there was to focus on was Rem. And looking at her… and her torment… was far more painful than what was between her legs. She saw those looks of guilt and despair that her sister had tried to hide from her, and how Ram wanted to yell at her for even thinking that this was her fault. She knew Rem well enough to know that was what she needed to say…

But of course, the gag shared between them made such words impossible to speak. All that they could share… was emotions. Closer than ever, they could feel what one another was feeling, just as before, and the overwhelming degree of which made it impossible for either to ignore the other. No stares were needed for the regret and shame to wash over, but most concerning was the fact that beats of pleasure began to pulsate in their connection. T-They could feel it becoming unmanageable in one another… and the knowledge that the other one was beginning to falter somehow made it all the easier to slide down further into acceptance.

E-Even in these… minutes? Ram realized quickly how impossible it became to keep track of time with nothing but the endless distraction of the vibrators to “entertain” them. R-Regardless, though the possibility of such a fate had finally begun to crawl into her thoughts, she knew that neither of them would be broken so easily. It was a comfort that she hardened her body and mind with… but how would she feel after hours of forced pleasure? T-There would be no interruptions… n-no one coming to help them… that cultist having all the time in the world with them. It almost became easier to accept the pleasure than linger any further on thoughts like those.

Perhaps that was exactly what he wanted.

Ram stared at Rem one last time, the mixed expression finally impossible to determine the exact emotions of.

No matter what fate awaited them, they’d at least face it together.