(RAW) Aryan Twincest (Twincest, Watersports, Shemales)

2199. War has broken out between two sides. The National Imperialists (Natimps) and the Zi'Korgi Chosen. This war has lasted for approximately a hundred years by this point with no side of stopping. The Natimps are the remains of the earth governments banding together under a collective cause. On the opposing side are the Zi'Korgi Chosen. Fanatics to an alien god, using bio-engineered technologies gifted to them from their masters grafted onto their bodies.

In order to better eliminate the Z'Korgi, the National Imperialists have devised an inventive (if perverse) way of keeping their soldiers in line. Genetic engineering and sex. Sex, dripped down from a faucet. Soldiers are created young, beautiful and ideal with the sex drives of rabbits. To keep this in control, the Natimps force all conscripted and requisitioned soldiers to wear slap-patches that otherwise completely nullify their emotional capacity and sex drive. It doesn't so much eliminate it as it does repress it. Release from the drugs is drip-fed to them as a reward. All personnel are required to wear these on duty, ranging from high-ranking generals to freshly minted privates.

You play as one that a Lieutenant - a very stunning one at that, you don't need your slap patch off to see it - has taken a heavy liking to. For your experience or personality, she wants you to service her in a propaganda piece after the current operation. On the patch, she's utterly emotionless. Practically a robot. Off of it, she's rumored to be unhinged, although anyone exiting her quarters end up commenting simply with two words: "Worth it".
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OOC Notes: I'd actually like the focus to more be on snuffy bloodiness rather then filth. Partial to both, but I do have something juicy (if depraved) in mind if you are up for the former.

Bunchacrunch - Today at 5:54 PM
"Wake up." .... "I said GET UP!" With a hardy slap, Emma forces her twin awake. She's bound in her uniform to a chair in a bunker. A large light is shined right in her face. "Guten Abend, my dear twin! It's been several years since I have last seen you, Ja?" speaks Emma to Emmochka, with a wide smile that could churn milk against the cold, dreary air. There is no noise, only the echoes of the two talking
Futamoo - Today at 5:55 PM
((Oh, do you want them both to be shemales?))
Bunchacrunch - Today at 5:55 PM
(Hmm... Yes. But Nazis have it bigger~)
Futamoo - Today at 5:56 PM
((O-oh, sounds good~))
With a few blinks after her slap, the ropes straining as she woke up and struggles. It took her a moment to finally come to, but the light in her eyes sped up the proccess. "...Poshyol na hui..." She barely managed to see her twin through the light, but she gritted her teeth once she did. She'd fled so long ago, hoping to never have to see her again, immediately starting to struggle harder in the ropes. "I left for a reason, Pizda... a better cause."
((The russian words are fuck off and cunt.))
Bunchacrunch - Today at 6:03 PM
((Generally when I have a character speak in another language, I highlight it in brackets like [boop]. Learned it from comics) "A better cause..." Emma parrots.With a thrust of her steel toed boot, she ices her twin in the crotch. "It's funny. When you get right down to brass tacks, our regimes arn't that desimilar. The only difference is that you Reds lie about being for the people while we outright tell everyone that their self-sacrifice is for the good of something better - namely, a nation!" She takes a pause from her speech to notice the pained tears in her twins eyes. "[Quit your bitching, Rat], You know what I am saying is true!"
Futamoo - Today at 6:12 PM
She looked away from her sister, towards another part of the room, before suddenly trying to hunch over. She started to make strained breaths, groaning and tearing up. She refused to cry, though, looking back up to her sister. "...I don't believe it. Whatever you say, I refuse to believe... You've always been a untrustworthy little [rat]." She shook her head and started to relax in her chair, sighing to the side again. "...I shouldn't even speak to you, sister. I'd be going against my great nation's requests if I continued to. Torture me all you want, you won't get anything out of me."
Bunchacrunch - Today at 6:19 PM
Emma tilts her head. "Shame. But I am not really looking for information from you. I'm more... Curious". She undoes the bottom of her coat. A flacid Aryan dick hangs out. She takes a quick swig from a hipflask. "[Glorious, do you think?] I've worked long to get it this girthy. Does help give me the edge when it comes to interrogation, Ja, [Pissbarrel]?"  With this remark, she stands over her sister. Aiming her meatpistol at her sisters face, she relieves herself over her twin. "Ja! Suck it all down! For the glory of the Motherland or how you peasents say it!"
Futamoo - Today at 6:24 PM
The woman turned her head to her sister, her expression harshly neutral, looking down slowly as her sister undid her coat. She stared with a mixture of awe and fear at the sight of its size, half expecting her sister to suddenly rape her face, or something. She shook her head, refusing to answer her, before suddenly yelling once she was being pissed on. "[Cunt! You cunt, what the fuck are you]... Stop!" She closed her mouth as her sister started to aim more towards it, turning it down and to the side. She spit up whatever landed in her mouth, struggling to move more, including her legs.
Bunchacrunch - Today at 6:30 PM
She cackles, letting loose on her sister for a good minute. She doesn't just try to spray it on her face. She also spreads what she can on her uniform, making sure that it is drenched and unusable. Her arc slowly fades but not before pissing out one - two last bursts. "Now look at your uniform! All drenched! Much unbecoming of a Soviet, Ja? Or do you all keep your uniforms equally dirty?" She grins before pulling out a blade and cutting off the ropes. "Strip down und dance for me, Emmochka. Tease me. Or you can try und leave..." Emma comments, her tone becoming more light and sorrowful as she finishes "...But zen ze gaurds outside vould have to either shoot you or send you to one of our camps! You do like ze idea of working until you draw feint, do you?" A thin smile runs across her face as she sits bottomless on a stool, snapping her gloved fingers
((Hm, can we give this to er/pol/ when we're done?)
Futamoo - Today at 6:32 PM
((Sure~))
Emmochka's mouth opened back up when her sister was done pissing on her, shaking her head a bit like a dog trying to get dry. She didn't even look at her sister, observing the floor for a while as she felt the shame and humiliation set in on her. She did, upon her sister finishing up, look down at her uniform for a moment, before seeming to loosen her muscles, as if giving up for the moment. The blade didn't even make her flinch upon seeing it, being too used to worse things to react more than a chuckle... though, her sister freeing her did cause her a bit of confusion. "[That's pretty funny,] why would I dance for you? I don't think I'm gonna leave, not under those conditions... How about you tie me back up and start torturing me again, that's the only way you can get your kicks, huh Emma? [Dog...]"  She stayed seated, her uniform wet and dirty but remaining on, as if she didn't even care.
Bunchacrunch - Today at 6:40 PM
Emma looks at Emmochka for a moment before simply sighing. Reaching into her coat, she pulls out an lugar. "Your stubbornness is admirable. Perhaps it's more my fault for not giving you proper motivation...". In a single arm thrust, she shoves the Lugar down Emmochka's throat. "How about now, Ratte?"
Futamoo - Today at 6:46 PM
She watched her own flesh and blood pull out the pistol, a spark in her eyes as she started to figure out that her sister was almost uncaring about their blood ties. She gulped as the pistol was held in her mouth, nodding her head and slowly starting to get up. She waited for her sister to take the pistol from her mouth, staying with her face towards her as she undressed in front of her. Her eyes tried not to make contact, embarrassment filling her face up with pink as her own smaller cock was revealed, at least two or three inches shorter with much less girth. Her sister was a bit of a giant compared to her in that regard, truthfully, though her own chest was a cup size bigger or so. As she finished up, she kept her legs together in embarrassment, unable to move with how flustered she seemed to be, her back against a wall as she tried to think. "I... I can't move, I'm sorry sister."
Bunchacrunch - Today at 6:52 PM
Emma grabs Emmochka's arms and pushes her face against the wall. "You don't have to." she comments, feeling her naked twin downwards. She pokes her girlmeat against the Russian's thigh. "I'm more curious here. What exactly vould fucking mein own clown feel like..." Her thin smile returns as she pushes her sausage against Emmochka's flaps. "Go ahead und scream if it makes you feel better, Swvine. Valls are soundproof. Nobody vill come to your aid". Sensing a moment of bravery, she aims the lugar back at Emmochka's head. "I said scream"
Futamoo - Today at 6:53 PM
((Wait, so, Emmochka is a herm?))
Bunchacrunch - Today at 6:53 PM
(I thought we were going with both being shemales. If both are sans-vag, say it's going in her butt instead. Um. Problem with such terms you know?)
Futamoo - Today at 6:54 PM
((Yeah, shemale usually means just a dick.))
Bunchacrunch - Today at 6:54 PM
(Also: Your gender of the day is Russian HIND)
Futamoo - Today at 6:54 PM
((I suppose Emmochka could be a herm and her sister could be a shemale))
Bunchacrunch - Today at 6:55 PM
(Whatever works yknow, miscommunication. We can go with herm or shemale)
(Flaps could be you know. Butt flaps)
Futamoo - Today at 7:00 PM
The Soviet woman's eyes widened as her sister turned her around and forced her cheek up against the wall, her heart pounding through her chest as she strugled against her sister's grasp. Her arms just couldn't move an inch, her sister was clearly much stronger than she was... she actually started crying, tears running down her cheeks as she felt her sister start to prod at her cunt. "S-sister, please, don't do this. This is wrong, and... vile, you can't possibly think-" Her words were cut off by the feeling of metal to her head again, taking a moment to try and get past her shock to scream. Her scream was loud and high, at least two or three more screams afterwards, hoping her comrades had invaded the bunker or anything, though no one came, her screams followed by sobbing, "[Please... please, no!]"
Bunchacrunch - Today at 7:07 PM
She loudly laughs as her thick length roughly slides into her twin's rough, round butt. She's not careful with her thrusts, slapping her theighs quickly and angrily against the commie's ass. Unsympathetically, she even makes jokes about her twins plight. "Zees cannot be your first time, Komrade! Surely you have already given up your body for your glorious lie of equality, Ja?". The sound of wet slapping fills the dead air of the bunker. "If you vish to save yourself ze embarrasment, I could simply just end you vhen I am done! Contrare to your antifa-propaganda, we National Socialists are a merciful people, Ja?" The sound of laughing adds to the noise.
Futamoo - Today at 7:13 PM
She could feel her cock harden under her, growing against the rock downwards between her legs. Her eyes drew to the entrance to her cell, still the mildest hope in her eyes, but every thrust made her grow more and more hopeless. She was entirely a virgin, in truth, never having used her body for sexual purposes aside from masturbation. "Sh-shut up, sister! [My country would never do that to me.]" She started to lose strength in her legs as the thrusts began hurting more and more, her legs weakening and relying on her sister to hold her up more and more. "Merciful... I can take whatever you want to do to me, killing me would be w-weak of you. Besides, I'm your flesh and blood, we shouldn't have to fight and torture each other..."
Bunchacrunch - Today at 7:20 PM
* Slap! Slap! Slap! * "Maybe you're right. You'd be better serving under me zen as a corpse!" she chuckles. Over time, Emma's thrusts slow down as she hits her peak. "I'll let you live, Russian. But I vant you to submit. Both to me und to ze Regime." She pulls back on the hammer of her pistol. "Or I could just kill you vhen I am finished vith you. You are not that much worth to me either vay!"
Futamoo - Today at 7:24 PM
Her body was enjoying the thrusting as much as she hated it, pre-cum escaping her dick with every thrust her sister made against her button, lips opening up more to pant out loud. She tried to resist as much as possible, but she couldn't help enjoying it. "I... I can't, the Soviets... they'd destroy me." She moaned at the slower thrusts reaching near her peak as well, hearing the hammer pull back on the pistol. "Alright, alright! [You have me under your thumb...]I'm all yours, and your country's. I won't put up a fight, I'll serve you."
Bunchacrunch - Today at 7:29 PM
Emma cackles one last time as she thrusts out, spilling her thick Aryan seed all over her twins body. " *Huff * There's a good dog. A good, Piss-stained dog" She grins before elbowing her twin in the groin. Laughing once more before helping her back up. "Now, lets go bring you to one of ze showers. Und not one of ze ones we pump full of Zyklon. * Heh Heh*" ... "Is joke! Ve make jokes about our work, Ja? Ja..."
Futamoo - Today at 7:33 PM
Emmochka started to shiver against the wall, cumming thick, ropey seed all over the wall and the ground below her just before her sister pulled out and covered her body, legs still struggling to stand up straight. She panted a few more times before a loud groan escaped, kneeling down against the wall suddenly and holding her groin. She couldn't even speak, her stomach in pain from her sister's abuse. She grabbed her sister's hand and pulled herself up with her help, nodding her head as she spoke. "Y-yeah, of course. Thank you for allowing me to work with you, sister."
Bunchacrunch - Today at 7:34 PM
(fin?)