The Twins & Alice: Twin Attack!

TAGS: M/F/F, (technical) threesome, M/F twincest (more implied than actual), skin-tight bodysuits, groping, spanking, kissing, objectifying dirty talk, excessive emphasis on dat ass, anal fingering, vigorous sodomy, scandalous class differences.

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* "Look what I found while slumming!"

The cheerful declaration rang out right after the sound of doors smoothly swishing open, and it wasn't even the first time Redouane Niketas Isidorus had heard those words from his sister. With a quiet sigh, the dark haired upper-decker rubbed the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger, pushing himself away from the railing overlooking the lively hum of the Grand Gantryway. "Rediya Xanthippe Isidora, I swear by the Steerage itself, that if you found another half-mutant furry creature bearing Stars only know what Belowdecks plague..."

He really couldn't let her out of his sight for a moment.

Taking a moment to shake out his lustrous mane of shining black hair, Redouane straightened the front of his stark white tunic and marched off the deck into the grand receiving room of the Isidor complex. Sure enough, there was his sister: same dark hair and blue eyes, same full lips, same lazily assured carriage, same wickedly suggestive expression, sheathed in flickering violet hardlight. What he hadn't expected, however, was the slightly shorter woman at her side, stuffed into... something. Whatever it was, it was several sizes too small, badly-patched, and generally an utter atrocity of fahsion. Still, there were... decided charms to what that compact fit made.

"Isn't she cute?" chirped Rediya, one arm wrapped with casual possessiveness around the engineer's waist.

* Alice blinked, the sudden opulence of the room before her hitting like a bath of cold water. From the bowels of the climate-regulation tunnels, all crackling coils and rumbling pipelines and hissing steam, to topside, to the transitway, to a private shuttle— the first private shuttle she'd ever seen, let alone ridden on, in all her nineteen years— to this. It was as if she'd traversed several different planets in a matter of hours, and only now was the metaphorical jet-lag catching up, but rather than exhausted, she was simply stunned.

The meeting had been sheer chance: a fleeting glance, a quick exchange of words, an offer that Alice had initially rejected as far too good to be true. But after some coaxing and coercing, there'd been a brief, giddy dash to the nearest low-traffic surface lift, a smattering of questions, of conversation... and now she was here.

Wherever 'here' was.

Rediya's words and acquisitive grip tugged Alice back into the present, and as she realized what had been said, she felt her face grow hot. The displaced engineer stared at her feet, a subtle-yet-noticeable pink tinge flushing across her pale skin. At Red's expectant, appraising glance, she opened her mouth to speak— but couldn't quite form the words, instead settling for a brief, apprehensive wave.

* The brother's eyebrow arched slightly at the silent wave of the hand. "Does she speak?" he queried, tone suggesting that it was only half in-jest. His sister, with one of those chimelike giggles of hers, simply shrugged her shoulder and squeezed down all the more tightly upon Alice's waist, causing the too-tight engineering jumpsuit to dimple beneath her grip. "Yes, dearest brother, she does talk, but who cares about that? I didn't bring her here for scintillating conversation. I'm sure she can carry a perfectly interesting dialogue about, oh, I don't know what it is they do down there, poverty and desperation? But no, look, look!"

Without skipping a beat - and certainly without even asking for the Underdeck woman's permission - Rediya leveraged her grip on Alice's midsection to spin her about on the spot, forcibly bringing her backside to bear. "Lean forward slightly, dear," hummed the Abovedecks socialite as her touch moved to her social inferior's lower back, pressing down to encourage that bend of the hips. With her free hand, she gestured at the presented posterior, grinning widely. "Look at how ridiculous this ass is, Red. The first moment I saw it, I knew I absolutely had to show it off to you. Isn't it so thick? Superb!"

The gesticulating hand came down in a lively swat upon one of those tightly-clad cheeks, as much to show off the jiggle as anything. "Impressive," murmured the man with more than a little interest in his voice.

* The sudden impact sent a sting of pain— and a flare of something else— through Alice's body, and with it, she found her voice. A soft yelp bubbled up from her throat as Rediya's hand smack against her ass, and a moment later, she managed a proper sentence. "I— er... thanks? I 'spose? I'm not quite sure if I'm 'sposed to be flattered or offended, 't be honest." She glanced at Rediya, her gaze turning a bit harder for a moment. "But I'm just some Underdecks rat, so what d'I know anyway?" She hmphed, sticking her nose up at the pair... but not moving out of the compromising pose Rediya had arranged her into.

And what a pose it was! From this angle, it was abundantly clear: Alice had been blessed. The smooth lines of her stomach guided the eye down to the positively obscene flare of her hips, wide enough to make getting into and out of those tight maintenance tunnels more than a bit of a pain. And from those swelled an ass that was, to be blunt, simply oversized for a girl of her stature. Twin globes of plush, supple, shapely flesh, just barely within the realms of human proportion, each one the perfect balance of muscle and fat, of soft give and tantalizing springiness... and all of it trapped within the far-too-tight confines of her patcher's uniform, its dark blue fabric strained to its limits to preserve some modicum of modesty— but stretched as it was, all it really managed to do was call even further attention to her figure, outlining her thick, outlandish curves in perfect detail.

Alice shifted her weight awkwardly, even the slight motion causing her cheeks to jiggle. Her face was undeniably flushed now, but she tried her best to pretend it wasn't as she ventured another question, this one a bit less biting: "So what exactly did y' have in mind, anyway? Or am I not privy to that sort of thing?"

* The passive-aggressive quip from Alice was met with an indulgent smile from Rediya, her porcelain-like features lighting up alluringly as her lips curled in infuriatingly patronizing amusement. "Accept the praise for what it is, gorgeous." With that, her dainty palm took a hefty handful of voluptuous rear-cheek, struggling to sink fingers in through the desperate stretch of the coveralls. "Now brother, you know that I am rather proud of my own derriere--" "Justifiably so," the male sibling interjected, "--but this is really just something else, isn't it? The texture is incredible. It's huge, but it's got just the right amount of give; you absolutely have to give it a feel, Redouane!" Like a street tout, Rediya cheerfully rattled off her lurid praise for the Underdecks technician's backside, wiggling the grasped glute this way and that.

"You can hardly get your fingers in there through that... thing she's wearing, sister. Shouldn't she be out of it already?" "I agree wholeheartedly, dearest brother," grinned the feminine twin, giving Alice another full-palmed, flick-wristed thwack upon her ass. "Come on, cutie, get that tattered sleeve of yours pulled down already. It's barely concealing anything, anyway," she continued, pinching some of that over-generous flesh. "I just have to see my brother's thick cock sinking into it. Oh, don't you worry-- you'll love it. He's quite good at it..." A playful wink down at Alice, the press on the small of her back trailing out into a slow-looping circle. "...And I have every intention of helping him, of course."

* For a moment, Alice was speechless, the lewd, lurid exchange robbing her of a salient comeback. "...right to the point," she muttered, shaking her head in equal parts disapproval and disbelief. But even as her gesture said one thing, the tensing of her thighs and sudden catching of her breath at Rediya's gentle, wandering fingers said quite another... to say nothing of the change in her expression, fleeting but unmissable, when Redouane mentioned his sister's own assets. "Don't suppose you'll be wining 'n dining me first, then?" the Underdecker deadpanned, shifting her weight a bit more. Without waiting for a response, she sighed dramatically, taking the zipper in her pale fingers and tugging it down, moving slowly to avoid it catching. The last thing she needed was yet another rip.

Down, down, down... the suit fell away, revealing more and more of Alice's naked flesh. With roll of her shoulders, she let the top half of the suit fall from her chest, revealing a predictably-soft stomach, lended just a hint of trimness and definition by her long hours in the tunnels, as well as a pair of perky, palmable breasts, well-shaped and bouncy, but utterly unimpressive in comparison to her other endowments.

Now came the tricky part. The suit was tight around her waist, and the zipper only ran to a few inches below her navel, making getting into and out of the tighter-than-skintight garment a proper production at the best of times. Alice shimmied her hips, straing her back to twist around and tug down at the swell of blue around her hips— only to wince and immediately release it as she heard the telltale sound of a seam popping. "Frok it!" she cursed, shaking her head in annoyance. She turned reluctantly to Rediya, her cheeks flushing even brighter as she considered what she was about to say. "I-if... if you want it off, you're going t' have to do it yourself. And be careful! It rips any more, I have t' buy a new one myself."

* "Of course I'm right to the point," chided Rediya as she let go of the other woman's backside, instead allowing her fingertips to trail up her lightly toned stomach. Ah, but there was still plenty of feminine softness there, too... and how could she resist the urge to playfully tug at one of those pert little nipples? "What else is somebody supposed to do with a rump as fuckable as yours, hm? Oh, don't get me wrong," grinned the sybaritic socialite with those pearly teeth of hers, "I very much enjoyed getting my fingers and tongue in there - very, very much - but an ass like your just needs to be stuffed."

"Of course you already sampled the goods," eyerolled Redouane dramatically as he leaned back against a wall, arms folded across his compact chest. Still, the slight bend of his hips made a faint bulge in his loins visible - it was a pleasing show, after all. "What, you think I'd drag her back here without putting her through the paces first? You insult me, Redouane Niketas." The word 'insult' was punctuated with a rough knead of one breast, and then the female sibling's hands were right back down to that waist, thumbs slipping underneath the partially peeled-down layer of over-tight fabric. Working with Alice's shimmying and squirming, she pulled the cloth just that little bit more away from her flesh, worming it down by degrees - and grinding her fingertips against the curvy Underdecker's robust hips in the process. "How... hnfff... did we get you out of this last time...?" she huffed, struggling none-too-gently to gain ground on the damnable outfit.

* "With a bit more— nnf— bloody finesse than this, that's for sure," Alice replied, arching her back to better accomodate Rediya's probing fingers. "Here, try tugging to the left— no, bit further... down... there! Now just work it back and forth..." As she spoke, she was squirming inside the garment... for, she had to grudgingly admit, more than one reason. The sensation of cool air on her exposed breasts, the brief, shivery sting of Rediya's nails against her nipple, the sheer depravity of the situation that she had been (very willingly, her subconscious needled) swept into... it all conspired to make the young engineer feel, against her better and more rational judgement, very, very excited indeed.

"Almost..." Alice's brow furrowed in concentration as she, too, reached back to bury her thumbs in the miniscule space between skin and suit, working them deeper until she had a proper hold. "Now just let me..." She tugged, squirmed, and wriggled, giving both of the twins an involuntary show as her ass reacted quite.. noticeably to her energetic exertions. It bounced, it shook, it wobbled, the pale globes of flesh pushed up against and positively spilling out of the stubborn uniform, am immensely lewd display helped in no small measure by her halting, embarrassed demeanor. Then, with one last yank and a satisfied "there!", the rest of the suit made it over the widest part of Alice's hips and fell to a heap around her feet, letting her rear bounce free (and it really did bounce, springing out the moment it was released from its polymesh prison) and revealing it in its full, pristine glory. Without her uniform to hide it, the engineeress' ass somehow managed to seem even larger, thicker and more obscene, perfect mounds of moonlight flesh, ripe to be adored or (if she was being honest) abused. Her rear cheeks were still wobbling slightly as she glanced from Red to Rediya, her face a dusky reddish pink.

"W-well?" Alice said, attempting to disguise both her self-consciousness and arousal and succeeding with neither, "what d'you think?"

* "If this - nnnrgh! - doesn't come off, then, I swear, I'm just going to tear it--" grumbled the Lady Isidora as she battled with the ridiculous getup. "What, and ruin the show? You can't see the way she's swaying and bouncing as you two do this. It's quite the scene," her twin interjected with a grin, rolling his shoulders unhurriedly. A withering glare was shot in his direction, and then it was right back to the struggle. The two women worked fiercely against the confines concealing Alice's backside from the world, peeling and pulling, synchronizing their tugging... until that final tug loosened things enough.

Rediya took a small step back to survey the scene, nodding appreciatively. "Look at it, brother," she hummed, chest puffed up with pride at her finding. The aforementioned sibling looked at it, alright: he grasped his chin lightly, dragging those blue eyes of his over the obscene curve and swell with all the scrutiny and intensity of a caress. "So much bounce," he murmured, as if not fully believing what he saw. Rediya nodded energetically, grabbing a handful of each fleshy cheek and giving them rough jiggles, showing off the ripe fleshiness of the engine-rat's rump. "I know! I could watch it for days! It's so, mm, responsive..." To punctuate that, she clamped one fist down, bunching a palm's worth of generous glute in between her digits - dimpling and squishing it, causing excess flesh to bulge between her fingers before she reached the firmness beneath. There was nothing delicate about the touch: it was all matter-of-fact, a brazen displaying and nothing more.

"Don't you just want to tie her up and flog this fat ass for ages, Redouane? Oh, I bet it'd be gorgeous all lit up scarlet and violet, skin broken around the edges of each strike and bruising so prettily..." A tangible shiver ran through the wanton woman's touch as she leveraged her grip on Alice's ass to vigorously pry her cheeks apart, exposing everything. "But first, I want to see you fuck this." One outstretched fingertip reached out - sprawled out, really, given the distances - to drag the faintest edge of a fingernail over the exposed pucker, tapping it suggestively.

* A heady shiver cascaded across Alice's body as she felt the finger across her lower entrance, making her very-exposed rear bounce and shake as she fought down the stream of pinpricks and tingles. Exposed truly was the operative word here; never before had she felt so simultaneously vulnerable and energized, so naked and yet steadfastly, unflinchingly eager. The entire day had been a dreamlike cascade of New, to the point where the less rational parts of her were struggling to believe it at all. But as it was, she was more than prepared to milk this 'opportunity' for every last bit it was worth. An appropriate metaphor, perhaps, given what the woman of the pair—Reya? Alice had forgotten her name, though it wasn't like it mattered—was saying she'd like to see. Alice herself had some opinions of her own on that particular front—and reservations too, certainly—but, as the offhand displays of casual-nigh-smug aloofness and well-mannered condescension seemed to say, it wasn't really her choice. It had never been her choice. She was a lucky toy, a curious trinket spirited from the bowels of hardworking poverty to this surreal universe of gilt and finery, something to see, to admire...

And yet the attention still felt so very, very good. That, she couldn't deny. And as Rediya—that's what it was!— continued to tease around her edges, Alice bit her lip and played along. Biting back an only partially-acted moan, she arched up her back and widened the stance of her hips in brazen presentation. If her jawdropping proportions had been unmissable before, they were emphasized now, the slighter curves of her upper body drawing the eye seamlessly downward to the flare of her hips and all the wonders beyond.

"I'm assuming I don't get... hff... a say one way or the other, do I?" the silver-haired girl murmured, words barely even defiant enough to be considered a protest.

* "Now, toy," chimed the sybaritic noblewoman as her roaming fingertip played with that oh-so-flaunted ring of elastic muscle, "you do get a say in all this." She clicked her tongue with that, dragging her attentions from the outskirts of the declared target towards the tight little star in the middle, already loosened from earlier attentions belowdecks. With a roll of her wrist, her nail pressed down on the bud, teased its wrinkled contours and ridges - then she slid inward, digit rocking and flexing as it pointedly pushed right through the engine tech's anal defenses.

"As long as those words are some variant of 'yes please' or 'more', anyway." A cheshire grin followed from Rediya, her other hand brushing across Alice's face and sweeping over her lips.

"Sweet sister-mine, you make such unreasonable demands of me," rejoined the wanton woman's sibling as his steady footsteps took him towards the entangled women. "'Brother, brother! Assfuck the most impressively-rumped little slut I've ever seen!'" A dramatic sigh followed, shoulders rolling for effect. "The things I do for family." Fingers went to his intricately-knotted waist-sash, working on loosening the binds with little tugs and jerks. His eyes were not upon that task, however: they were squarely upon the scene of his sister fingering Alice's plush rear, the fluttering digit rocking back and forth in the promised passage. "*The* most impressively-rumped little slut?" pointedly queried Rediya, one eyebrow arched, before she hooked that probing finger of hers, forcing the ring to stretch just a touch more. "Hmpf. I bet she whores it out for food rations down there in the dark."

* "I—nng—I do not!" Alice managed, the sentence made halting and strained by the sudden (but not unwelcome) intrusion of Rediya's finger into her wrinkled her. "I get enough bloody looks as it is! Y'think I'm going to give myself a reputation when the Overseers are runnin' me half-ragged every day as it is? You're—hff—off it." Her back arched further as the nobless continued her probing, still unused to such direct attention... though the more she felt it, the more she had to admit the warm, low-boiling excitement it was stirring somewhere in the pit of her stomach... and perhaps even lower.

As the dark-haired woman's finger crooked, stretching her further, Alice barely bit down on a gasping yelp—though it wasmore out of surprise than pain. In fact, the sensation, once she'd be come accustomed to it, was actually fairly pleasurable; a teasing, probing, lingering sort of feeling that crackled up her spine in little bursts of unfettered arousal. She could feel herself expanding, shivering, and contracting around that finger, her walls gradually expanding to accomodate it... and all the while, her ass itself, those gorgeous globes that had gotten her all this laviscious attention in the first place— they continued to bounce, shake, and wobble, sensitive to every movement, flexing and depressing most expressively around Rediya's adventurous digits.

"Hhh... j-just be careful, will you?" Now the words were strained for a different reason, as the stirring between her legs slowly kindled. "Still... nn.. a bit new t' all this..."

* "Lucky you," purred the minx as she worked her digital match, pausing the wrist-pumps to instead leverage her curled grasp on Alice's sphincter. Rubbing the underside of her finger against the inner edge of that tight ring, she tugged the penetrated pucker sideways, distending the ring sideways enough that a faint tickle of the cool air outside could be felt... and so that Redouane's appreciative gaze could see just a hint of the soft pink walls within. "My brother is excellent at this." "I had an exacting instructor," retorted the male Red as one last yank met with a small "ah-ha!" of success, the sash slipping loose from his midsection. The female aristocrat raised her head in a proud grin, chin upheld. "I am not about to accept a substandard performance from anybody, least of all my own flesh and blood, Redouane Niketas."

Slipping her finger free from its warm sheath for a moment, the underdecker's anus was allowed to clench back shut before her assailant gave one of those jiggling glutes a firm smack, open palm and outstretched digits cracking down against the bouncy flesh with deftly-applied force. The sharp blow stung against the skin, leaving a red welt upon that plush whiteness - but, more importantly, it set those cheeks a-shuddering again. "Ah, that sound," exhaled the responsible woman as the observer murmured his approval at the scene. Cloth shuffled behind Alice, impossible fabrics rustling and sliding, until another step brought the man into contact with the twins' toy. Or, to be more precise, a part of him: something firm and warm, thick against the freshly-struck flesh, and plainly very eager. Its girth rested heavily upon the palm-stung flesh, a light throb shivering through it as it slid this way and that, accommodating itself to that exceptionally pleasing pillow.

Rather then hiss in encouragement, however, Rediya paused for a moment, tapping the silver-haired woman's lips thoughtfully. "Hrm," she mused, as if trying to decide upon something.

* On some level, Alice had been expecting the light-handed yet heavily-delivered smack—it was only a natural reaction, she supposed, to what she'd been putting on display. But she still couldn't suppress the halting gasp that left her mouth when it finally came, setting her rear to bouncing, waves of pleasing tremors cascading across pale, supple flesh. "O-oi!" she said, a weak protest even to herself. "What was that for? I've been nothing but pleasant, haven't I? There's... there's no need..." Even as she spoke, the engineeress felt herself tense, a certain nagging feeling preventing her from objecting with the conviction she'd originally meant to. Sure, it had been rude and objectifying and—well, and it had hurt, not that much but enough to smart—but even so. Even so, with all of that, Alice couldn't help the strange, undeniable thrill that had coursed through her with that smack to her ass. No need to make it clear, of course (though if she was being honest, the twins were probably more than aware already), but she didn't think she'd necessarily mind a few more, should the situation come to it. She almost cracked a smile at the salacious, decadent absurdity of it all. What on Earth (or a few hundred million miles off it, to be precise) had she gotten herself into?

Alice's mental meandering was suddenly dispersed, shoved aside by a much more clearly crystallized sensation: that of something warm and throbbing and unmistakeable pressing up against the small of her back, just baaaarely parting the cleft of her bountiful cheeks as it rested atop them. At Rediya's 'hrm', she craned her neck back, looking equal parts consternated and— as loathe as she was to admit it— painfully turned on.

"Hrm what? Seems as if the two of you have a pretty damn clear idea of what... hh... what comes next..."

* "Yes, what is the hold-up there, blood-and-bone? I recognize that sound." The lilting voice came from behind Averachi as the man rolled his hips lazily, sliding that substantial-feeling shaft of his up and down the impressive valley of her backside. Rather than simply glide along the surface, he put some pressure into the motion, nestling his heated hardness down between her generous glutes. Rolled-back foreskin brushed against the interior skin of her cleft, dragging over her fondly-abused anus; the sensation of a smooth-shaven sac bounced lightly against her curvature, scarcely less heated than the cock itself. A small, throaty growl rumbled out of his throat, and he slid one fingertip up the arch of her spine, tapping against each little bump of the vertebrae as he went.

Rediya, for her part, continued to drum her finger over Alice's mouth, her own lips pursing. "You can't just go shoving into her sight unseen, Redouane," she finally declared, huffing as she did. "Where's your sense of foreplay?" With a small chuckle of his own, the man in question drew back his hips slowly, sliding the underside of his cockhead right against her well-teased orifice, before giving a small nudge forward: not enough to penetrate, but enough to bear weight down against that forbidden hole, pressing at the clenched entrance and forcing it to give oh-so-slightly. "Rediya Xanthippe Isidora," he exhaled, "my sense of foreplay disappeared somewhere around the point you started demanding I gutfuck this gorgeous-little gutter-slut until her sloppy slit leaks like a faulty spigot." Another nudge; another momentary threat of entry... another pause that held her puckered ring partially-dilated.

"Fair," the dark-haired sister conceded with a shrug before turning her attentions back down to Alice, cradling her cheeks - her facial cheeks this time - in her palm as she raised the younger woman's face upward. "What do you think, toy?" she chimed, all smouldering sweetness. "I think my dear brother should get his cock sucked to make sure he's all nice and slippery to ream you out. But maybe you just want to feel him balls-deep in that whorish little ass of yours, hm?"

* "I..." Alice grit her teeth as she felt Red's attention continue, becoming bolder by the moment. "I-I mean! Considering he's already about bloody there..." Another shudder ran through her, glutes flexing forward-back-forward to better accomodate (or perhaps stimulate) the well-kept rod of flesh currently probing between them. She looked up at Rediya, face equal parts smirk and aroused grimace. "Would be a bit... hhf... unfair to just leave me in such... nn... such a compromisin' position, wouldn't it?" Alice flashed a grin, ignoring the heat rushing up along her face. She really was into this, wasn't she? There wasn't a real point in denying it, not when she was here, half-bent over with her ass in the air, practically begging, in a roundabout way, for her most intimate and taboo entrance to be thoroughly violated by a man she'd met less than an hour ago.

* "Well, Rediya, I'd say--" "--That this little harlot wants to get buggered until she's crosseyed, yes." The noblewoman's tone - never mind her expression - was halfway between luminous pride at having chosen such a splendid piece of sport... and clear vexation at having her proposal vetoed by majority. Pouting like a petulant child, an equally girlish huff blew past her lips, causing one of her braided tresses dangling near her face to bounce from the sudden puff.

"Fine. Since you, dear brother, are an irredeemable slut of a man..." she began, only to cut off by the male half of the pair: "Well, we are twins."

A rueful chuckle followed from the noblewoman, and she leaned over Alice's bent-over form, grabbing those two overflowing cheeks aggressively. Her hardlight-sheathed crotch ground against the other girl's face, the uncanny slickness of the high-tech dress shimmering and rippling against the deck-rat. Nails bit into the pillowy flesh, scraping hard as she pried the glutes apart, and she spat a gob of saliva down onto that partly-pierced pucker, sliding one finger along to teasingly smear the spit about the meeting point. "You, toy," she quipped as she glanced over her shoulder, using her free hand to give Alice's rump another playful smack. "Why am I doing all your work for you? Spread that greedy rear for my brother."

* Despite the outlandish depravity of the situation, Alice couldn't help a sudden, fleeting thought—the shimmery expanse of that dress was probably the most expensive thing she'd touched in her young life. There was no further musing, however, as a burst of sudden, quickly-stacked sensations threatend to overwhelm her: sharp, well-manicured nails squeezing against plump cheeks, the slickness of saliva, the not-quite-penetration, turning her body into one of the generators down below, a conduit for juddering bolts of excitement, of energy. This had already spiraled so far out of control, and she still, somehow, couldn't wait to see where it went next.

"Y'never asked until just now," Alice shot back, her voice wavering oh-so-lightly. Constitutional Underdecker snark aside, though, she wasted no time in laying a hand on each pale, shivering cheek, teasing them carefully aside to fully expose her eager pink ring. With a half-glance at Rediya—out of defiance or reassurance, even Alice wasn't sure— she adjusted her posture a bit further, making she to get herself comfortable for the next stage of the twins' 'attentions'.

* "Underdeckers are such impertinent little brats." The aristocratic Aphrodite's voice was laden with condescending superiority as she grasped her brother's shaft, tugging it forward - tugging it to press harder against that already-stressed ring. Just before the critical tipping point, however, she clamped her fingers down strenuously upon the throbbing thickness, causing him to gasp at the sudden intervention - and shoot a deeply unappreciative glare at his sister. "I think I like them better with their faces down and their fat, fuckable asses up waving in the air, dear brother." Still maintaining that viselike fist of hers over the cock, she pumped up its length, causing the trembling flesh to bulge less-than-comfortably beneath the pressure. "Ah, sister, l- hhh- little gentler," Redouane interjected, his attention partway between the light abuse of his shaft... and that intoxicating sight before him, just begging to be used.

"No gentleness." Rediya's words were firm, eyes blazing. "You fuck this buttslut hard. Make her scream. Make her love it, brother. Ignore that sloshing, slippery cunt of hers and ravage her eager little asshole." The stern-handed jerk reversed itself now, pulling the man's pelvis forward - and grinding the manhandled manhood in question hard against Alice's underutilized rear entrance. "Fuck it full, my dearest Redouane."

He needed no further encouragement. Grabbing one of the engineer's wrists as it whorishly spread those jiggling cheeks, he leaned forward slightly, angling his arm through the tangled mess of flesh to grab a fistful of Alice's silver locks from behind. "Yes, ma'am," he declared with a roll of the eyes... then, grunting softly, his wiry pelvis snapped forward, putting all the supple strength of his lower back right into a short-stroked, spit-slicked thrust directly against the anus awaiting him.

* Alice's mouth was already open, a half-formed retort budding on her lips— only to be choked out by the burst of intermingling force and pain and pleasure, yes, pleasure as Redouane pushed-nigh-slammed himself against her ass with eager strength that belied his wirey form. She couldn't help but cry out, equal parts gasp of discomfort, yelp of pain, and moan of arousal... and he he'd only just properly put it in, too! Was she really, as Rediya had so gleefully teased, that much of a slut? Not that Alice had ever seen herself as particularly chaste... but there was a difference between 'open-minded' and 'getting sopping wet from taking up the arse on what was (more or less) the very first try.'

It was undeniable though, questionable though it may have been: the coiling flutter in her stomach, the flush in her cheeks that seem to have spread to her entire body, the slight weakness in her knees, and most of all, of course, the wonderfully lewd sensation of being truly and utterly filled, her most intimately taboo region stuffed with a thick, throbbing tool... the subconscious refrain echoed once more. It all felt so damned good.

The engineeress moaned again, twisting her hips against Redouane's advances and causing her recently-violated rear to bounce ever-so-slightly, giving a bit of further stimulation to his cock and a proper show to both of the twins. "C-could've... hhff... bloody well warned me!"

* "Oh!"s escaped both the twins at that lurid moment of penetration - the woman from seeing her sibling's swollen cockhead pop past that puckered ring from the sharp thrust, and the man from the amazing sensation of Alice's superb sphincter yielding and buckling before him, surrendering the fight enough to let him sink in... but not so much that she didn't still clench against him, embracing the shaft snugly. "Th-- this is a superb hole," Redouane gasped as he gave the tech's wrist another tug, forcing her spine to arch as he chipped and chiselled into her gut by degrees, all clipped bucks and measured pumps. Even with that headlong thrust of his, he couldn't fully hilt himself in that underused passage in one go, which meant the hot friction of stark stretching and sloppy spearing was the order of the day.

"Mmmmm," Rediya purred at the sight, wantonly licking her lips at the visage before her. She retreated along the sodomized woman's back slightly, slipping down in front of her to cup Alice's flushed cheeks with her own dainty, alabaster palms. "It feels good, doesn't it? I know that look on you," she cooed, those bright blue eyes of hers positively smouldering. "So very, very good. I love it." The aristocrat dipped in to smother the underdecker's lips with her own, the kiss more like a pillaging conquest, as her twin rolled his hips into a particularly firm bounce, scraping along her inner walls until the smack of his pelvis rang out against her splayed-apart rump.

* Any further talk, protesting or otherwise, was quickly silenced as Alice's lips, already parted in panting, anxious elation, were quickly and greedily pressed against the sybarite's own. No words escaped their lip-locked embrace, though Alice managed a wanton, open-mouthed moan as she struggled to keep up with the veritable torrent of sensations from both sides. With each thrust, a heady spike of knife-edge pleasure tore through her, making her hips buck and her stomach shake as she struggled to readjust her own rhythm. Eventually, through perhaps the least frustrating period of trial and error she had ever experienced as an engineer, Alice found a relatively comfortable rhythm; her hips and ass would rise up ever-so-slightly as Red himself drew back, keeping her waiting entrance relatively flush with his pulsing member, and then push forward as he did, matching his enthusiasm if not his raw force each time. Each stroke was somehow even better than the last, setting her nerves aflame and her overgenerous cheeks to jiggling once more.

And all the while, she continued the 'kiss', which was fast becoming a lust-filled contest of subtle lip-twitches and deftly dancing tongues, each one teasing, exploring, fighting for dominance. After a particularly deep thrust combined with a playful lip-bite from Rediya, Alice felt her legs go weak and allowed herself to sink halfway to the polished floor... though she managed to maintain both her frenetic rhythm and her oral attentions at once.

* The hand on the back of Alice's head shoved her into the sloppy, sordid liplock right before yanking her back harshly, svelte fingers wound possessively through those silver tresses. Rather than let the kiss be broken off, the wicked instigator of the entire affair slid forward, keeping teeth and lips and tongues intertwined messily: a perfect synchronicity between the siblings, working to some unspoken timing. Rediya ran her fingertips over the other woman's features, tracing - raking, almost - over cheekbone and chin, jaw line and brow; her head twisted into the energetic tongue-pillaging, tangling herself up in its opposite. There was nothing delicate, genteel, or restrained about it: only lust, raw and ready.

The male half of the depraved twins was no less energetic in his efforts. As Alice sunk down to the ground, he was happy to help her with a hard shove, practically demanding that she bend over further, surrender herself more to the exquisite indignity. That he was not a modestly-endowed man was painfully apparent in the way his girth stretched out her snug-squeezing sphincter, its thickness rolling and rocking against that tight band; it was equally obvious each time he bottomed out within her, the sensation of his cockhead pressing into her gut somewhere behind her bellybutton. The relative paucity of lubrication made the motions rougher, more raw; with grunts and gasps he sawed back and forth within her, forcibly shaping her innards into a perfect sleeve for his demanding attentions.

"Mmmf-- fuck her harder", Rediya gasped in between tongue-duels, taking a moment to withdraw one of her hands from the tech's face... only to slap one of those jiggling breasts from the side, setting the pair a-sway with a livid red mark.

* Harder? came the dim, pleasure-hazed thought, flitting in between crackling bolts of stimulation from Rediya's lips and Redouane's impressively-wielded girth. Truth be told, Alice wasn't entirely sure if she could do 'harder', though at this point, it seemed as if the decision was, as ever, wholly out of her hands. She'd fully sunk to her knees by now, quivering on all fours as the twins continued their assault, equal parts ravishing and ravenous. She barely contained a squeak as she felt more fingernails across her smooth skin— was this woman trying to kiss her or suck her blood? Wasn't she—

The impact of an open-palmed hand against her exposed breast drove a proper yelp from between Alice's long-enduring lips, barely even muffled by her eager, competitive connection to Rediya's own. She couldn't see the redness, but from the smarting and the way her breast had shook with the force, she could certainly feel it. Now it was her turn to break the kiss, just in time to push herself back into yet another ramming thrust, driving Red hilt-deep inside her now-thoroughly-violated ass. "A-aahn~! What the frok was... th-that for?!" she managed, her voice conveying more breathy arousal than genuine annoyance. As if echoing the realization, with the next push between her wide-spread cheeks, she became ever-so-acutely aware of a pulse and throb of a very different nature, slightly lower between her legs. She wasn't on the brink, not yet, certainly... but the fact that she was approaching there at all made Alice equal parts irritated and elated.

* "Because-- mmm! I want to see you, ahhh, violated, you little gutter-slut." The words were breathy and heated from the aristocrat's painted lips, lust overshadowing the pointed words. The next kiss delivered caught Alice's lower lip between teeth, tugging it sharply before twisting into another furious, breath-stealing melee of an entanglement, broken off just as Rediya's fingers found one eager nipple and gave it a pointed tug. "Ahhn... I want to see you spread out and bound, chained in golden cerama, oozing from your whorish holes... bearing the marks of everybody that uses you." A glance upward over her shoulders met Redouane's eyes, and, as if on command, he let go of Alice's hair to instead grab her other self-spreading wrist, yanking her rearward forcibly - forcibly enough to slide her along the shining floor - just as the veiny base of his throbbing cock careened between her splayed-out cheeks, a stinging impact right against her stuffed pucker.

"You'd make such a pretty little fucksleeve at the next social affair. Maybe, mmf, I'd have your tasty little cunt caged up and denied to everybody so that they'd have to share that cock-hungry rear of yours..." New fire found its way into her words as she whispered into the engineer's ear, teeth sliding down the side of her neck. For his part, Red put his efforts into enjoying said 'cock-hungry hole': rather than immediately withdrawing from a hip-shuddering, full-length penetration, he shimmied his hips this way and that, stretching her out all the harder with tight-wound, side-to-side motions. Inside the smothering heat of that tightest passageway, every little bump and line of his solid cock was impossible to deny: the straight smoothness of the shaft, the way the edge of his glans flared out just that little bit to scrape her inner walls, the extra cluster of veins nestled just around the base of the shaft... all of it going right back into motion inside of her, driving her down into the ground before pulling her right back against him.

* Soft, half-gasped curses burst from Alice's lips as she felt Red's advance and Rediya's continued teasing, simultaneously gradual and utterly, unflinchingly relentless. She couldn't help but flex her legs slightly, spreading herself further to better accomodate his overeager couplings and slow-rolling shoves. She hissed as she was shoved across the floor, a reddish flare of friction burn appearing on her knees, but nonethless remained in rhythm. That, she mused, in a brief moment of lucidity as Rediya allowed her a very reluctant respite from the kiss, was perhaps an as-yet-undiscovered talent: no matter what seemed to happen, or how utterly, shamelessy lust-drunk she got, Alice managed to at least keep some semblance of response. Her own hip-twists and rhythmic bucks were getting more and more unsteady, granted, but if anything that seemed to only add to the wiry man's unrelenting fervor. She could feel it swelling, now, that all-consuming burst of pleasure, a low swell deep inside somewhere below her stomach, making every piece of her fiery and warm. Her inner walls shifted, contracting tightly around that waiting prick as Alice continud to work her way along its not-unimpressive length, growing simultaneously more enthused and less controlled by the second.

"A-ahh... hhff... a couple of hobnobbers like you takin' in a... hohhhhgod— a gutter-slut like me? What'll—frok, that's g-good—what'll the tabs say?" The words came out in dribbles, made shaky by the strain of frenetic rutting, but Alice, true Underdecker that she was, still laced with that ever-present hint of smirking tease.

* The ebon-haired woman burst out into a chiming giggle at the ragged quip, shifting and rolling on her feet as she adjusted herself in the squat she had sunk down into. "Nobody will say anything," she smiled, the expression brushing right against Alice's flushed cheek. "They'll be too busy plowing your broken-in ass, watching those fat, fleshy cheeks of yours jiggle and bounce around. Isn't that right, brother dearest?" The query got a rough-edged grunt from its target, his own frame bent heavily over her back. The demanding pace of his fucking dragged the pinned-down girl this way and that, lifting her chest up off the ground through the violent yanking of her arms: the shoulders would suffer for it, but that was a pain for tomorrow. The thrusts came faster and sharper, grinding hard against the pit of her stomach as the angles shifted erratically; the man himself gasped and panted as he laid into her with a vengeance, using her asshole with ruthless abandon.

"So soon?" This question was a mocking one, ringing out with scourging accusation - not against Alice this time, but rather Redouane. "I can see the way you're grinding your jaw there, flesh-and-blood. I've seen it countless times. Oh, I suppose it can't be helped, can it?" Pulling herself away from the victim's other woman's neck, she fixed a taunting stare upon her brother, using one of her hands to take fistfuls of Alice's platinum mane. "It's such a lovely little fuckhole. And I did want you to fill it up, didn't I?"

"N-nnnh! I, hahh, don't need your permission for- nngh! that, sister-dearest," he growled in response, lower back curling and rolling with bone-jarring intensity, practically pummeling her plush rump with each thrust... right before he let out a tiny, choked gasp. The hands on her wrists clamped down viselike, fingers sure to leave angry welts upon her for days to come, as he slammed into Alice hard enough to nearly flatten her against the ground. He hissed through clenched teeth, fully-sheathed cock shuddering hard within the confines of her gut - and then, with a violent twitch from the entire thing that sent the shaft lurching against her inner walls, a torrent of seed splattered out within her, coating her innards with sticky spunk. Long bursts kicked out of his trembling erection, each one layering atop the one before in a copious, slickly-clinging mess; the heat slid down within her, a creamy puddle growing with each gasp and surge from his tensing sac.

And Rediya? She just cooed with satisfaction, ruffling Alice's hair as she watched her sibling flood that hard-fucked ass with cum.

* That last, thundering pump between Alice's cheeks made her cry out in earnest, a bitten-off half-scream of surprise and unchecked lust. She twisted slightly as she was forced to the floor, back arched, hips flared as much as she could, contorting herself more out of instinct than anything else to better recieve Red's dramatic finish. She gasped, savoring the visceral feeling of her being not only stuffed this time, but pumped through, her heavily-handled ass filled to what felt like bursting with overflowing ropes of hot seed. Her elbows bent, forcing her nose almost level with the floor, and as she bounced her derriere in time with Red's mid-orgasmic twitches... she felt the wave of euphoria that had been steadily building inside her rise, swell, and crest, making her keen softly as his strokes slowed to a lazy crawl.

Alice gasped, her entire body shaking, and felt her muscles squeeze as she came herself, the momentarily-delayed reaction still somehow more explosive than anything she'd ever managed on her own... or, indeed, in any of her ill-advised trysts with her fellow Underdeckers. This was something else, something primal and roiling that tore a shuddering yell of raw animal bliss from the depths of her throat, making her fingers and toes curl and her teeth grit tight. The high seemed to stretch the seconds to minutes, losing Alice in its expanse, and when she finally drifted back to the ground, she was laying facedown, panting, her well-worked rear still bouncing slightly with leftover exertion. Both sets of her pale cheeks were bright with sex-flush and exertion, her mouth still mostly uncooperative as she rode out the slow, shivery aftershocks. Eventually, the engineer-cum-ignoble fucktoy forced herself back to all fours, popping her jaw and shaking her head in bemusement and wonder. "Christ almighty," she murmured, still sounding a bit dazed. Not that anyone could particularly blame her— for a relative newbie to the copious corruption of the noble sects, she thought she'd handled the double-dose of affection quite well... at least, if the way those two had reacted of any indication. "That... was somethin'."

* Orgasms intertwined messily to delicious effect: she clamped down in spasm, he responded to the new round of pressure by having more spunk wrenched out of his spasming shaft, and the mess inside her anal cavity had yet more seed added to it, puddling and pooling within her. By the time Redouane's climax eased up, he was a gasping, wheezing wreck, penis softening within her semen-stuffed rectum; he slumped back onto his haunches, glans catching against her inner ring before finally popping loose with a truly sordid, sticky squelch.

"...Hfff... wow," he managed to eke out, breathing heavily as he gulped down rarified air.

"Ah, that's a good look for the two of you," hummed the orchestrator of the entire melee, shifting around to Alice's side. With one outstretched hand she reached between the pink-tinged pillows of her behind, smacked and and punished by the hard pounding to the point of borderline rawness; she scooped up some of the gooey seed dribbling out from that overworked hole, smearing it around the ravaged ring like a balm. The soiled finger then withdrew daintily, was recalled to her lips... and slipped into that perfectly-painted mouth, the noblewoman's throat bobbing momentarily as she purred. "Mmmmm," she shivered, cheshire grin alighting her excitement-flushed face. "Delicious as always. I do think she liked that, too. So what do you think, brother?"

The sibling was longer on the rebound, his palms flat against the ground as he kept himself propped up. "Hhhhgh... she's... nnf... that ass is the best," he finally decreed, eyes fluttering. "Hmpf. Perhaps we'll need to do a comparison test once you're recovered," she answered acidly. The man chuckled softly, then reached out one hand to give the small of Alice's back a shaky-handed stroke. "She'll... mm. Let's hand her around to all the guests at the next social," Redouane hummed, rubbing his reddened thumb agaonst the curve of a voluptious, red-worked glute.

"She'd have fun with that," nodded Rediya, affectionately patting Alice's cheek.

* "I... I—" Alice clamped her mouth shut, cheeks somehow managing an even brighter tinge than they'd had before. The idea wasn't necessarily something she was opposed to, but God knew she wasn't about to tell them that. Instead, she settled gingerly back on her haunches, wincing slightly as she felt the soreness of her... well, frankly, of her entire body. For all the deeply-grained hatred she had of Topsiders and their frivilous, absurd ways, they made damned good lays. But rather than extoll the virtues of the terrible twins even as they lavished lurid praise on her, the hard-run engineeress maintained a diplomatic silence. Their egos, she reasoned, were far too large already. Perhaps not entirely without reason... but she certainly didn't need to contribute.

"Ah. Ahem. Well." She attempted—and failed— to rise, legs giving out mere inches above the floor as they began to support her weight. "Guh... all right, maybe a bit longer... but I will have to be gettin' back downside at some point. That is, unless..." she let the words hang, the question unspoken, as much from her own uncertainty as anything else. Was this really what she wanted? She wasn't sure... but at the same time. Underdeckers were nothing if not risk-takers; being scrappy and willing to throw yourself headlong into danger was practically how you made a living. And this, this wide-open world of decadence and expertly-catered desire... to Alice, who'd grown up in a place where sex was seen more as a stress-relieving chore, it seemed like the biggest and most enticing risk of all.

* "Well, I suppose we could let you go back Belowdecks, plaything," mused the woman diplomatically, toying with some sweat-soaked ends of her "toy's" tresses. She watched her try to get up with a giggle, and gave her rump another vigorous pat - not quite hard enough to be a proper spank, but certainly enough to be felt... especially given the poor girl's already-abused state. "Maybe we should take you back down there exactly like this, half-undressed and oozing seed from your ravaged rear. Right in some of those dingy halls you call rec commons? Tied down to one of those endless metal crates that seem to be everywhere down there. I'm sure it'd be very recreational." From the site of that latest smack, she slid her fingertips up Alice's spine, briefly tangling her digits with her sibling's before continuing the advance.

The other Red wheezed in a vague approximation of a chuckle, instead opting to tease at the back of the overused girl's thigh. "That would... hfff... be a terrible waste of a good anal whore, Rediya Xanthippe. And you know--" "Yes, yes, you can't stand seeing such a thing not put to proper use," she concluded, rolling her sapphire eyes. Finally, with a shake of her head, she let go of the engineer's hair to instead grasp her chin, tugging her head upward and to meet that gaze head-on. "What do you say, hm? Clean air, fresh water, good food, fine clothes... well, when we let you wear clothes, anyway." A small, conspiratorial grin. "All you need to do is bend over, spread wide, and cum hard."

"She's already very good at those," interjected Redouane. "With practice she'd be a prodigy." A pause. A beat. "Daily practice, mind. Maybe more."

* There was a pregnant pause, as Alice's eyes alternately narrowed and widened at the conflicting urges pushing at her mind. All her needs met, beyond any Underdecker's wildest dreams... and all she had to do was put out to her newfound 'friends' (admittedly high) expectations? On one hand, it seemed almost too easy... and a bit of a betrayal, at that. The life of the Underdecker was hard but not harsh; an existence of near-endless toil interspersed with brief glimmers of hope and joy that made it all worthwhile. Going from that to... well, whatever this was would take some getting used to, to say the least, and it certainly wasn't on the ramrod-rigid path she'd expected her life to take. But it was here, and it was now, and with every honeyed word and teasing grin Alice felt herself more and more willing to entertain the prospect of being, in so many words, a live-in courtesan. A very well-treated courtesan, yes, but a courtesan nontheless. But she was young, and full of vim and fire, and, like most of her kind, a consumate opportunist besides. The Belowdecks drained and consumed, slivering little bits of humanity off every unfortunate soul inside them to keep things running smoothly. Deep in the rumbling bowels of the ship, you learned to take what you could and seize it, and run away with it before anyone else could. It was a trait that had served Alice well, and certainly would again, should she take the transpod back to the comforting drudgery of her old life.

But this... this was a way out, and perhaps even more importantly, a way up.

She knew what she had to do.

"Well," Alice said, flashing a smile of her own. "All that bloody flattery aside, I'm never one t' turn down an overgenerous offer. We've got a deal, hobnobbers... on one condition." The smile quirked a bit, becoming dangerously close to a smirk as she rose unsteadily to her feet.

"I've got a name. It's Alice. And if you're going t' be reamin' me six ways from Venus every other day, you best get used t' using it." With a nod at the twins, she finished standing, rolling her shoulders and raising her arms with an "aaah" of relief.

"Now, show me to my room, and I'll show you a proper Underdecker thank-you. Assumin' you're up to it, 'course." The smirk widened as Alice's eyes flicked downwards to Redouane's as-yet-recovering length. "Guess we'll see."

It may have been absurd, depraved, and a whole slew of other vulgar adjectives besides, but no matter where this new life took her, and what matter of trouble she got up to...

Alice Averachi was certain it wouldn't be boring.