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Love Twisting

"It's fishy as hell."

So did one girl declare as they looked at the food left at their hideout. The others looked at the pile with suspicion as well, wondering what was going to be the price for it.

"Hey Lily, she really left all that there and asked for nothing?"

"Yeah. She said her mistress wanted to give back to the poor, knowing what it was like to be there."

"Right, the good old corporate cheesy lines." The grumbling girl muttered.

"But sis… Can we really just pretend it doesn't exist?"

Her face softened a bit, turning to the food again before her face turned conflicted.

They were nothing special. Just a group of girls that decided it was best to band together to try to survive each day instead of striking out on their own. Not every day was better, but they managed to pull by.

For Patricia, it was just perfect. That meant she could leave her sister watched by another when she needed to take a risk.

"If we leave it, someone else will take it, but… I think I would hate myself if there was nothing wrong with it." Another girl commented.

"Fuck… Alright, anyone want to try it first?" Patricia asked. "If there's nothing wrong, then we can eat."

Lily raised her hand. They waited a few minutes but after she felt nothing odd, they finally relaxed a bit. Even if a part of Patricia wished something actually happened.

"Sis… What are you thinking about?" Her sister asked, seeing her worry.

"Not much, Rebecca." Patricia answered. "Just… There's no way they won't ask something later."

No fucking way a generous corporation was handing food to the streets freely. The nice guy got devoured up there. Anyone else had an angle, no matter if they were new or not.

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For three days, the odd pattern continued. The maid arrived, dropped some food then left. There wasn't any drug in them and no change was observed. If Patricia did not know any better, she could swear it was legit.

And then the 'request' finally came on the fourth day.

"You want… maids?" Patricia asked, looking incredibly dubious.

"That's right." The dog-haired maid asked. Biotech, figures. "We are incredibly understaffed. Rather than just putting ads and possibly hiring corporate spies that way, our lady figured we could look here and give a chance to anyone interested."

"And lodgings and food are provided." Patricia confirmed.

"Yes."

The girls looked between each other. There it was, the honey trap. Give them a taste of the good stuff then pull them in the web.

"Can you… Give us a few minutes?" Patricia asked. The maid nodded and left them alone, allowing them to huddle up and whisper.

"H-hey… If they just wanted to kidnap us, they didn't need to do all this, right?" One girl muttered.

"Would it be that bad to be a maid compared to right now…" Another pondered.

And fuck, the trap was working. Nevermind that they could be treated as sex slaves too, given the maid. And there was no way in hell Patricia would let her sister get abused like that.

Then… There was one thing to do.

"Alright, I'll go." Patricia answered.

"Sis?!" Rebecca immediately cried out.

"Look, I'll go first." Patricia declared. "I'll check the place out. If it's legit, then I shouldn't have an issue coming back to fetch you. If something is off, I'll run away and find you. If I don't return in three days… run."

"Sis, no!" Rebecca insisted. "You can't… What if something happened to you?!"

"I'll be okay." Patricia said, pulling her sister in a hug. "I've been in worse situations, you know. And I can't ask the others to do something I wouldn't."

Indeed, the others looked a bit relieved even if they felt bad for Rebecca.

"Promise…"

"Promise what?"

"Promise that you'll come back…" Rebecca insisted. "Sis, I love you. Please don't say you'll risk vanishing like that… You said you'll always be there for me, remember?"

"Alright, alright." Patricia answered, as the corner of her lips went up. "You know I'll never just give up. Even if something bad happens, I'll always fight to return to you. I can,t live without you either Rebecca..."

"Hehe…"

And with that, one girl followed the maid that day.

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Two days later, Patricia had returned.

Wearing a maid outfit of her own and sporting new cat ears.

"Oh… Oh wow… Y-You look so… so c-cute… Ahahaha!" Lily looked, unable to resist the urge to giggle at the radical change in the girl's appearance. Said girl couldn't help but look at the side, unable to look at them directly.

"The… the boss likes them." Patricia muttered.

"Can I touch them?"

"Fuck no."

"C-Can I sis?" Rebecca asked.

Patricia opened her mouth, but stopped herself before automatically saying no. Her sister was cheating, giving her the best puppy eyes she could muster.

"F-Fine… You only, sis." Patricia conceded. "But just be careful a bit…"

"Hehe…" Rebecca giggled. "Oh, they feel really nice…"

"H-hey, I said be careful!"

That day, they all followed Patricia.

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Rebecca wondered if she was dreaming. Her big sister somehow became super cute, they had a roof over their heads, their own rooms and food was as much as you felt like. For the first time in months, Rebecca felt clean when she went to sleep. In her very own bed too!

So it was why she couldn't comprehend what was happening when she woke up.

She was naked. The bed felt spongy, until she noticed she wasn't in a bed. There were tentacles all around her. In fact, said tentacles were holding her. And what they were doing…

"No… Nooooooooo!" Rebeca screamed. "Stop! Stop it, stop it, stooooop!"

The tentacles didn't stop, obviously. They molested the girl. They filled her holes. They ravished her and ripped orgasms out of her mouth even as Rebecca felt it was trying to do things to her brain.

That was probably why she never stopped screaming. If she screamed, she could drown out the voices a bit.

"Sis! Patricia, help me! Please!" Rebecca sobbed. What had happened?! How did this happen? Maybe she was in a nightmare?

"Rebecca! Don't worry, I'm here!" A new voice answered.

Rebecca was stunned silent. Patricia was here! Ah, her sister was going to rescue her and they could flee! Tears streamed down her face in relief.

And yet, that relief was short-lived. For the tentacles parted, willingly at that and Patricia entered the palace, naked.

"Sis…?"

"Don't worry." Patricia repeated. "I'm here with you. This will feel better soon."

"No… Sis, no I don't I don't want this!"Rebecca shouted. "Sis, you have to help me, I-"

"I know, I know." Patricia answered, moving right next to the girl and embracing her. For the first time ever, Rebecca felt the embrace of her sister was wrong. "I screamed a lot too. I was worried, but Lupe was understanding and allowed me some time to come here to help you. You just have to let things go, okay? No need to think hard."

"No, no!" Rebecca screamed. "You… Sis! What happened to you, why… No, you can,t be my sis! She wouldn't… She wouldn't let this happen to me!"

"That's cruel, Rebecc-aahhh!" Patricia started to answer, before being interrupted by a tentacle entering her. But that was to be expected in this hell after all. "I know it's because you don,t understand yet, but that hurts. But that's alright, I still love you."

The kiss Patricia gave her was anything but chaste, even as her hands caressed her intimately. Not like the kind of embrace she was ever used to.

"Ah… ahaha…" Rebecca cried, unable to help herself. "Sis, no… No…. Waaaaahhhh! Sis!"

There was nothing she could do, Rebecca understood. Her sister wouldn't help her because the sister she knew was no more. She was trapped here, being changed and s… Patricia was helping those things defile her.

"Sis… Sis… Please, come back…" Rebecca sobbed, desperately hoping for a miracle, that her real sister would come back and save her. Or maybe a magical girl would suddenly arrive and save them both.

But of course, that miracle never came.

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"How is it?" Patricia asked, standing up after adjusting the uniform Rebecca was wearing. "Not too tight?"

"No, it's perfect, sis!" Rebecca answered. "Hehe, do I look cute? Now we match!"

"Good." Patrica muttered. "Now, you remember how this works, right? We obey Mistress Alice and listen to Lupe."

"Yeeeees." Rebeca answered. "Ah, do you think the mistress will want to scratch my ears? I'm like, super-cute with those, right?"

"The cutest." Patricia confirmed. "But we have competition… and if the mistress was to scratch everyone, nobody wouldn't get anything done at all."

"Moooou! Unfair!" Rebecca complained. "Well, we'll have to use our advantage! We're sisters! I bet the mistress would be into that if we play our cards right!"

"Maybe." Patricia agreed. "But well, if she can't, I can scratch your ears anytime. I'm not the mistress, but I hope you'll like it."

"Siiiiis! I love you!" Rebecca shouted, turning to embrace her sister. "And of course, I'll scratch yours too when you want!"

"I love you too, Rebecca." Patricia embraced, before raising her sister's chin. "Now come here… Lupe gave us some time."

"Eheh…" Rebecca giggled, letting her sister lead the kiss. Even if the mistress was the best, she was the only one that had a great big sister to love like this.

They moved to the bed, uniform soon to be removed as they embraced their new incestuous love. They would remain together as they desired, loving each other as always