Rachel was pissed. Justifiably so. Her sisters, who she had once trusted, had betrayed her. Quinn, the dopey little bimbo, had stretched her out, causing unimaginable pain and, adding insult to injury, drenched her in breast milk. Alexis was even worse; she had literally torn Rachel into two and blew her nasty, unnatural load into her. The memory of the awful moment alone was enough to make her shudder. She wanted revenge, and thanks to Cosima, she was going to get it.
"YOU!" she screamed, turning to Quinn. "HOW DARE YOU DO WHAT YOU DID!"
"I-I'm sorry! I didn't th-"
"You didn't think what? The game TOLD you that I could feel everything but you STILL went through with it. You knew what you were doing, you stupid cow."
"B-but I-"
"Oh, shut up!"
On command, Quinn's mouth snapped shut. She lowered her head in shame, unable to defend her actions further. Rachel was on the warpath, it seemed, and there was no way she could escape unscathed. All she could do was to grit and bear it.
"Heh, looks like I do have control of you, don't I? Well then, sit tight, little Quinn, as I have the perfect punishment. Be right back, darling."
Rachel ducked out of one of the side doors with a spring in her step. Arriving in the kitchen, she strolled over to the utility drawer and opened it. Inside was a variety of different tools and objects but only one thing caught her eye. Well, four things of the same kind, to be exact. The objects in question were an outdated piece of cleaning technology but one she was glad that her mother hadn't gotten rid of. They were clothespins. After grabbing all four she slammed the drawer shut and return to the game room, her item retrieved.
She reentered with a wide grin plastered on her face. Rachel sauntered over to her ailing sister with her clothespins held out before her in a taunting manner. Quinn, as dumb as she was, immediately made the connection. Still under the effect of her last order, she mumbled pathetically through her closed lips, to no avail. Her cries only got louder as Rachel readied a pin, slowly lowering it to the upper right nipple. With a snap it locked onto the swollen shaft, causing the milk that had been passing through to burst out but otherwise locked the rest of the liquid deep inside.
"Rachel, don't do this!" Cosima pleaded.
"Yeah, don't torture her. It's not right!" Alexis said.
"Oh, please." Rachel replied, rolling her eyes. "Cosima, you gave this to me, so stop whining. And Alexis, don't think I forgot what you did to me. Just be glad this isn't you under my command."
"Hey, Ryan, say something!" Alexis whined, realizing her own pleas weren't working.
Ryan, too distracted by his own attempts to prevent his libido from taking control, had been staring downwards the whole time. Wanting to keep out of their matters, he mumbled incoherently in response to his twin's plea.
"Well then, I guess I will continue. Prepare yourself, Quinn."
With no opposition, Rachel proceeded to lock the rest of her sister's nipples shut. Quinn winced each time the small wooden contraptions clamped down, bringing about more pain with each successive pin. Rachel couldn't help but laugh, enjoying the pain she was bringing to her sister. It was the just deserts she had been hoping for. As the last pin locked down and the final trickle of milk dripped to the floor, the game spoke once more.
"Player Rachel, not to interrupt, but we must be going on."
"Ah yes, you're right. Time to give it a roll."
Her mind overwhelmed by her torturous fun, Rachel causally tossed the die, not really caring for the result. It landed on a five.
"A five gets you to..."