It's a nightmare. For her.

"Please! Don't touch my sister!" Remilia's voice is distraught as she pleads for me not to claim her sister. She's prostrated herself before me once more, this time without instruction. Increasingly frantic, she continues "I-I'll do anything! y-you can fuck my ass instead! You haven't used that yet! m-my mouth, too! Don't you want to claim the rest of my virgin holes?" She looks up to gauge my reaction, and I look back at her impassively "o-or I'll find you someone else! Just, please, please, don't hurt Flan!". Her voice breaks "Please don't hurt my little sister".

I'm a bit surprised at the intensity of her outburst, I didn't realize that the Scarlet sisters were so close "You're in no position to negotiate. I own you, remember? there's nothing you can offer me that I'm not already owed" Seeing how much she cares gives me an idea though, what if she didn't? I had been planing on simply making Remilia watch as I defiled her sister, but now I have a better idea I set Sakuya to drone mode and give her some instructions, then turn my attention to the other part of my idea. I mentally access the interface for Remi's mind runes and Flan's body runes, then start making some edits.

A few hours later, in the SDM basement

"Wake up!" Flandre's eyes snap open as a booted foot collides with her side. She blinks blearily up at the stone ceiling of her basement room something's... wrong... about that but before she can figure it out she spots the owner of the voice and foot looming over her, it's Remilia, looking down at her with a harsh expression she's never seen on her sister's face before.

Sleep still fogs Flan's voice as she begins to speak "Remi? What-".

Her question is interrupted as Remi kicks her again "I said, wake up!" Remilia's voice is cold. The kick makes Flandre realize why the ceiling had looked wrong: it was too far away. Instead of her soft bed, she she felt only a thin layer of cloth between her back and the hard basement floor, and the lack of softness means her weight is pressing uncomfortably against the base of her wings.

"I said-"

"I'm awake! I'm awake" Flandre says hastily. She tries to get to her feet, ready to confront her older sister for this bizarre mistreatment, but finds that she can't. In fact, her attempt barely seems to move her at all! She looks down at her body and realizes two things:

She's entirely naked, her nightgown and panties are nowhere to be seen. This would normally be a major concern, but right now it barely registers because

Her arms and legs are gone! Only useless stubs remain; her arms extend only about five centimeters from her shoulders before they abruptly end, and her legs are in a similar state.

Now very much awake Flan speaks again "Remi! What happened to me? How-"

"What happened to your arms and legs? I sold them" Remilia speaks with almost complete nonchalance, as if discussing the weather "I don't know what the buyer meant to do with them, but he paid well, and that's all I care about". Flandre stares at her in shock, unable to make sense of the situation. Remi continues "Really though, any price would have been good, since they needed to go anyway. They'd only get in the way of your new job, plus I couldn't very well have you using your ability on your clients, so there's no way I could have left you with use of your hands".

"New... job? Clients?" Flandre's voice is confused, with an undercurrent of growing fear.

"Yes. See, I'm sick and tired of you freeloading here all the time. All you do is sit around, play annoying pranks, damage the furniture and add to our food budget. Anyone else I would simply have kicked out, but I couldn't do that to my own sister! That's why I decided to let you stay so long as you earn your keep! I even arranged a job for you! Aren't I such a good sister?" Remilia's voice is chipper, but there's something dark in her tone.

Flandre stared blankly at her sister and asks "But what will I be doing?" wondering what job could _possibly _be made easier by not having limbs.

Remi gives her a condescending look "Isn't it obvious? I'm renting you out as an onahole!" stares at her in wide-eyed shock. Before she can recover, there's a knock at her door. Remilia's face brightens "Ah! that'll be Sakuya bringing your first client now!" Flandre's mind reels; a client already? Remilia addresses the person on the other side of the door, voice filled with the warmth that had been utterly absent when she was addressing Flan "Come on in! She's ready!" Flandre, who is most certainly _not _ready, flinches at the sound of the door swinging open.

At Remilia's call, Sakuya opens the door for me and gestures for me to enter. She, Remilia, and I all appear to be dressed normally, but this is merely an illusion projected by the Tempest Jewelry we each wear. It's a convenient way to allow myself and my slaves to switch quickly between clothed and naked. The projections were capable of being touched, though, which had allowed Remi to kick her sister without giving it away. As I enter the room, Flandre's eyes latch onto Sakuya through the door "Sakuya! Help me! Something's wrong with Remi!".

Remilia kicks her again "How dare you speak of me that way you insufferable brat! I should have broken you of that attitude a long time ago".

Sakuya laughs softly "Be sure to work hard, Young Mistress!" her voice is almost sing-song as she closes the door, leaving Flan alone with me and the sister that had betrayed her.

Flandre looks truly pitiful on the basement floor, the only thing resembling clothing on her body is the metal collar around her neck, which she doesn't seem to have noticed. There wasn't that much left of her body either; the transformations I had applied to her via the Body Runes had reduced her to her head, neck, torso, and wings, the stumps that had replaced her limbs only long enough to wiggle uselessly, unable to actually do anything meaningful. It really looked for all the world as though her limbs had been cleanly severed and them magically healed. I could restore her limbs without issue, of course, I wouldn't permanently damage my new toy. Remilia, fully believed she had been honest about selling her sister's limbs, though, her memories having been altered. At my instruction, Sakyua had emptied the room of Flandre's furniture and belongings, leaving only two plain chairs in their place. The bareness of the room makes her seem even smaller as she lays there helplessly.

I settle into my role as a client and look to Remi "You said she was a virgin?".

"Sure is! she was always too much of a useless shut-in for anyone to have properly taken her cunt." Remilia laughs "I suppose she'll be even more of a shut in now though, I doubt I'll ever let her out of this room again!" She gibes a thoughtful hum "Well, I suppose I might parade her around for advertising purposes. Maybe I'll plant her out by Meiling's post with the prices written on her little tits, and contact info over her cunt! I could stick a rod up her ass and plant the other one in the ground and bam! she's her own billboard!" At this point, Flandre's face has shut down, her mind seemingly checked out for the moment. Remilia goes on "Meiling can make sure she isn't stolen! She could even improve our security! If we put her at the right height, Meiling can make her bathroom breaks shorter if she just uses Flan's mouth instead! I suppose shit in her mouth would make her less appealing to most potential clients, but she should still help cut down on some of the bathroom breaks! I think it would be nice to let meiling use her mouth for sexual relief too; call it an employee benefit"

Remilia, who had been chattering eagerly to herself, fixes her gaze back on me "Sorry, what did you ask again?" before I can respond she continues "Oh, right, Yes, I assure you she is indeed a virgin. Don't let her virginity think you need to go easy on her though, feel free to let loose on her". Pride fills her expression as she continues "We vampires are extremely durable! You couldn't cause any permanent damage to her if you tried! Feel free to take that as a challenge, by the way".

I approach Flandre, and pull down my projected pants and underwear as I get closer. The sight of my dick, which was still as large as it had been when it had violated Remilia, snaps Flan out of her stupor "No! Remi please! don't let him touch me!" I continue my approach and line myself up with her dry pussy as her begging becomes more **** "I'll be good! I promise! Whatever I did I'm sorry! Forgive me-". Her pleading is interrupted by a shriek as I **** my way in. The blood of her torn hymen is the only lubrication as repeatedly I hammer her cervix. "Nononononono make him stop Remi! please it hurts so much!" her cries devolve into incoherent babbling interspersed with short screams.

I look over at Remilia, who's smiling coldly down at the sight of her sister's suffering "Would you mind shutting her up for me?".

"Not at all, in fact, I have just the thing" Remilia's smile broadens "I think it's time my little sister thanked me for giving her this job, don't you? Would you like to see my little sister thank me by pleasuring me with her mouth?"

I smile back at her "That sounds perfect".

Remilia dispels her projected clothing and positions herself with her back me, kneeling with legs on either side of Flandre's head, pussy inches away from her mouth. "I'd better not feel any teeth unless you want me to yank them out of your head one by one do you understand me?" her voice is laced with venom. Flandre hesitantly nods. Remilia takes two fistfuls of her sisters hair and lowers her pussy the rest of the way onto Flandre's face. She begins firmly grinding herself against her sister's mouth. "Stick out your tongue" Remilia demands, glaring into her sister's eyes. Flandre doesn't respond. "I told you to stick out your tongue, you useless bitch!" Remilia yanks on Flandre's hair. Flandre is too disgusted by the idea of licking her own sister's pussy to comply, and instead wiggles her head weakly side to side in a parody of a head shake. Remi sighs theatrically "Be a dear and punch my sister in the gut would you?"

"Certainly!" I bring my fist down with ****, striking her stomach. Flandre screams into the pussy that's smothering her.

Remilia lets out a moan at the vibration of it. "ohhhhh that's a wonderful feeling" she croons, wings fluttering. She speaks again, voice firm "Now listen here you brat, one way or another you _will _get me off with your mouth. We can either have him keep making you scream, or you can be a good little sex toy and stick out your fucking tongue". Slowly, hesitantly, Flan's tongue emerges from between her lips. Immediately, Remi begins to rub her clit against it "_There _we go. Was that so hard?"

I speak up "I'm about to cum, are you close?"

"Not close enough, I think, hit her again as you finish, that should finish me off" Flan makes grunts out a protest. "It's not my fault you aren't finishing me fast enough, but hey, if you make me cum fast enough he won't have to hit you, so get to it". Flandre begins moving her tongue in a panicked, frenetic attempt to make her sister cum in time. She doesn't make it.

I bring my fist down on my **** once again as I begin to unload into her. Flan's muffled scream of pain is quickly drowned out by Remilia's scream of pleasure.

Remilia dismounts her limbless sister, wings softly fluttering in a way that gives the impression of contentment, and I pull out, dick marked with a mixture of blood, semen, and what little fluid her pussy was able to produce to protect itself from the dry penetration. The same mixture is slowly leaking out of her abused cunt. Seeing the state of my cock, Remilia asks "Do you want that cleaned off?"

I shake my head "Not yet". I lift Flandre up off the floor, and Remi laughs at the look of surprise on her face.

"You didn't think he was _done _did you? He's only used one of your holes!" Her lack of limbs and my enhanced strength make it effortless to carry her over to one of the chairs. I take a seat, and Remi sits in the other chair. I position Flan on my lap, facing towards me. My still-hard cock is pressed between my stomach and her groin.

Her eyes meet mine imploringly, and she whispers "Please... no more... I can't..." I only smile cruelly in response. I reach around her and grab the base of each of her wings and lift her up, positioning her so that the tip of my cock is pressing against her asshole. The stumps of her limbs flails uselessly in the air as I pull her down on to my dick. Yet another scream fills the air, and reflect that it might be wise to invest in some hearing protection. My dick is at least somewhat well lubricated this time, but it's still an excruciating experience for her. I use my grip on her wings to pull her partway off of my dick before slamming her back down again.

The position is almost a cruel mockery of a hug, but there's no mistaking it for affection. I'm not having anal sex with her so much as I'm masturbating using her ass. She's been fully reduced to a sex toy. Eating her sister out had been horrible but it was at least something to do, it made her a participant, even if an unwilling one. Now, all she could do was try to endure the pain as I use her body for my pleasure. Her chest heaves with sobs as I move to whisper in her ear "This is your life now, you know that? You're going to be used like this every day for the rest of your immortal life. You'll never be a person again, even if your sister decides to sell you this is still all you're good for with no limbs. The only thing your future holds is century after century of brutal ****" I'm lying to her, of course, but the thought of it combined with the way her body shakes from her intensified sobbing has me filling her up with cum again.

"Ok, I think I'd like that cock cleaning now Remi"

"Of course!" she walks over to me and pulls Flan off of me, a nasty mix of fluids now oozing out of both her lower holes. Remi props her upright on her leg-stumps and grabs her head. She speaks sternly "Mouth wide open. now. Remember what I said about teeth". Flandre is too broken to do anything but obey, and opens her mouth, allowing me to put the tip of my cock into it. The gagging noise she makes as her tongue makes contact with the fluids covering it makes suspect that I again have my perks to thank for the fact that she doesn't puke. Remilia isn't sympathetic to her disgust, and simply shoves her down onto my dick, pressing her nose into my pelvis. She uses her sister's face to jerk me off, repeatedly slamming her down into my crotch. Unfortunately, even though she can't pass out, Flan is still too out of it to give me much reaction, but I'm pretty well sated already anyway, I just want to cum down her throat for the sake of being thorough in exploring this scenario. I direct Remilia to finish me off quickly and cum for the third time.

Remilia pulls her off of me and lets her fall face-first to the floor. She waves goodbye as I make my way out the door "Come again!"

"Will do!" I close the door behind me. As I make my way to the stairs out of the basement, I reverse the edits I had made to the Scarlet sisters. From the room behind me, I hear a Remilia let out a wail as she realizes what she has done to her sister. I add a command to both of them, forbidding them from leaving the room until I come back for them. I figure they could use some bonding time right about now. I hum cheerfully to myself as I consider my next move.