There's something oddly comforting about choosing to step into a trap.
Karai can feel their eyes on her, pick up on the slightest changes in the air as they move. She knows she's in trouble the minute she realizes they're there, but she's not scared. She enters the bedroom with her head high, turning to lock the doors as someone comes up behind her.
"Hey, Karai," Shini teases, clapping a hand over Karai's mouth. Karai, not senpai. She pulls Karai's arms to her chest, fingers flexing eagerly.
Karai could turn snake and twist free if she wanted to, only she doesn't want to. But she doesn't want to play nice, either, so she sweeps her legs through Shini's, sending her crashing to the ground.
"Uh, uh," April teases. "None of that." She's dressed in jeans and t-shirt, simple like Shini, with no armor or weapons in sight. This isn't a battle, even if they're playing it like one.
"Bitch!" Karai snaps her head forward, aiming for April's cheek instead of her nose and careful not to use too much force. Not that it matters, because April manages to just barely lean out of the way, pressing one hand to Karai's shoulder and sending her staggering towards the bed with a wave of telekinetic force.
Karai rolls to the floor and jumps up, fists raised. "Come on, your traitorous fucking cows," she growls, even though she can't keep a smile off her mouth. "Let's do this." They give smiles of their own, identical wolfish grins, and attack.
She's been training for longer than they have, and even with their advantage of numbers and powers she might be able to make a pretty good stand if she was pressed. That's not the plan here, though.
But she does put on a pretty decent show, clawing and scratching and biting when her punches and kicks don't land. She unleashes a stream of curses, mostly in Japanese, although April probably doesn't need to be an empath to figure out what she's saying. The nastier things Karai calls them, the more she and Shini smirk.
They wrestle her to the bed, running hands over her skin as they yank off her jacket, slipping out of their own clothes in the process. Shini bites Karai's neck and she gasps, white scales rippling over body against her will. April follows up immediately with a series of sharp, hungry licks to the bitten area, chucking when Karai tries to buck her off.
Next, April holds her arms and legs steady while Shin grabs the rope, attaching it to hooks around the bed as she pulls Karai into a spread-eagled position. She snarls, trying to reach for a knife in her sleeve, but April catches her at it and snaps her fingers, sending the blade skittering out of Karai's hands and under the bed.
Shini grabs Karai's face, squeezing almost, but not quite hard enough to bruise. "You got anything else?"
"Fuck you."
Shini slaps her, a quick, sharp blow meant to sting rather than injure. "Don't be rude."
"We'll have to search her, then," April says thoughtfully, already reaching to unbutton Karai's pants. "Nice and thorough." She reaches in to brush a finger along Karai's clit, smirking when she gasps.
Shini grabs a blade from her own pocket and slices away at Karai's shirt and bra. "Seriously?" Karai mutters, squirming as cool air brushes over her skin.
"Oh please, you could buy yourself a new closet every week if you really wanted to, rich girl," Shini teases. She shifts up a little as April pulls Karai's panties off, raking her nails down Karai's thighs as she goes.
"I'll kill you for this," Karai grits out. "I'll gut you like fishes, both of you."
"You and what army?" April asks. "You're not the Shredder anymore."
And that's the really exhilarating thing about this, isn't it? She's not. Her crown, her throne, her clan...she can feel all those weights sliding off, reducing her to a whirl of raging lust in a bed, a wave of pure feeling. Karai wants to moan at the thought of it.
Instead, she grits her teeth and gives them their next opening, "What the fuck do you want, anyway?"
"We want to punish you." Shini says, kneeling down on one side of her while April perches on the other. "You were very, very naughty. You touched yourself without permission, instead of asking for one of your mistresses to take care of you."
Her heart picks up. She'd fantasized about something very much like this when she touched herself.. "You can't fucking prove--"
"Li-ar," April sing songs. "I felt it then, and I'm feeling it now." She taps a warning finger on Karai's chin, pale light flickering in her pupils.
"And I can smell it," Shini chimes in, ducking between Karai's legs. She takes a deep, shuddering breath, throwing her head back with a groan. "Mmm. You're so sweet when you've been bad, my darling."
Her eyes flick to Karai's, dark and hungry as a cat's. "What were you dreaming of, pet? Something nice and big to fill you up? Should we get the dildo out for you?"
Karai's pulse thrums with excitement, but she hides it as best she can. "Don't you fucking dare!"
"Are you sure? It won't take long to get you wet at this rate." Shini rubs a finger across Karai's folds in slow, teasing circles.
"It's a nice idea," April agrees. "But she hasn't earned something like that yet. If we give her what she asked for what she'll just do it all over again and that wouldn't be very good, would it?"
Karai growls. "Do your worst, slu--aargh!"
Neither of them have touched her, but she feels a sharp blast of pain across her breasts nonetheless. It's like someone has simultaneously snapped rubber bands against each of her nipples, and it fucking hurts.
"Nice trick." Shini gives an approving nod.
"Thank you," April replies, and they lean into a kiss. As she pulls away, Shini unwraps a whip that had been curled up at the foot of the bed. She cracks it experimentally and Karai yelps as the blade lashes across her bare stomach, the tip just touching her breasts.
"Poor baby," April croons, running callused hands over Karai's skin. "Are you uncomfortable?" She offers up a devilish smile. "Let me distract you."
The next snap across Karai's nipples comes from April's physical fingers, but it's accompanied by a surge of telekinetic force that shoves Karai up into the path of the blow. She screams, "Fuck!" in Japanese and they giggle.
"My turn." Shini's hand comes down and Karai yelps when it hits her pussy, legs flexing wildly in their restraints. She really is wet, now.
"That all you got, bitches?" she spits. The next blow comes from the whip, snapping across her thighs, and she lets herself scream. She's never been allowed to scream in pain before, but she can do it here.
"It'll take a lot of work to beat that nasty temper out of you," April muses. "What do you think, Shini, fifty lashes? A hundred?" Karai's breath catches at that.
Shini shakes her head. "Too much structure. Our little minx needs something a bit wilder. I think...." She twirls one of Karai's pubic hairs thoughtfully. "I think we're just going to have keep at it until you beg for our fingers."
"Never," Karai spits, heart pounding with anticipation.
"Never?" Shini crackles her knuckles, elegantly turning the handle of the whip between her fingers. "I do so like a challenge. Don't you, Phoenix?"
"Always." April tilts her head, eyes flickering again. And without so much of looking at each other, they both explode into action.
Karai's nipples twist just enough for her to gasp as April lunges down, swallowing her in a kiss. And in the same fucking instant Shini hits her cunt with a string of brutal strikes, forcing Karai to arch into the pain as her eyes water. Then her nipples twist around the other way and this time Shini hits her leg with the crop, ever so slightly teasing her hairs.
They're coordinated, she realizes, the thought lost and dazed in a cloud of sensation. Those sneaky fucking bitches. She'll have to explore those possibilities in battle--if she gets out of this with her brain intact, which is starting to look less and less likely.
Again, again, rocking her back and forth with a steady barrage of twists and spanks. Every once in a while a hand will slap her ass, even though there's no physically possible way it could reach her the way she's lying, launching Karai up so hard her thought rattle deliciously in her skull.
"That good?" Shini asks--or maybe it's April, their voices are kind of blurring together at this point. Maybe they're both speaking at once, if that's how far this weird, wonderful telepathic thing they've done for her goes. "Do you like that, our naughty girl?"
Her head is spinning, and she has to take frantic breaths to keep herself from drooling. The scales swirl across her skin like a shitty hypnotism effect, in time with the beat of her heart and the damp ache in her cunt. It hurts so bad, but she loves it so much, loves it the way she loves the lust--the love--in their eyes and the sweet release of control given over instead of stolen.
And yet wants even more, so she rasps, "Nice try, ladies, but I'm, hah, falling a-asleep, here."
April's eyes glow again, which is all the warning Karai gets before the positions change. Shini grabs her legs, yanking them up with a burst of help from April's power, pulling Karai into a kind of half backbend.
Now Shini has free reign to move the crop across Karai's thighs, her buttocks, her stomach, the crack of her ass and the tips of her cunt. April stops using telekinesis to hold her, but every time Karai considers to lower her legs Shini hits her ass so hard she decides to stay where she's put instead.
April's mouth moves to her breasts, lapping at the tender nipples until Karai's sure she's going to draw blood. And oh god, is she using her powers to twist and snap them while she's mouthing them? Fucking fuck.
Occasionally Shini will pause to rub the whip's hilt against herself and Karai almost comes right there when she sees that faint, telltale shimmer on the handle Shini catches her looking, of course. 
"You want this, dārin?" Darling. It's a rhetorical question--Karai wants it, wants everything and everyone in this room. Shini slips a hand inside herself, reaches up to spread it over her tongue.
April sees and does the same, her mouth glistening as if with blood. They leave over Karai to kiss, sloppy and wild, and Karai lets out an anguished moan of longing
"Not for you," April whispers as she pulls away. "Not until your punishment is over." And they're on her again before Karai can even try to put together a good response.
So fast now, both them, faster and faster, faster like the building pressure in her cunt. It's  so damn good, but it's not enough, Shini's not going for her center as much now that's she's got the whip and she needs more.
They know it, too. She could blame it on April's telepathy, but Karai knows that if she saw herself now--flushed, drooling, shaking at every touch--she wouldn't need telepathy to know exactly what was going on.
"Do you need us, baby?" Shini says. "Need our fingers?"
She makes one last rally, the sort of thing you'd expect from a brat, especially a top-notch one like her. "S-suck my..." But then it all happens at once: Shini hits her cunt just April's powers slap her ass just April twists her nipples. It's brutal and it's purifying and her pride crumbles in the onslaught.
"Please," she begs. "Please let me come, please."
"You think we should, Phoenix?" Shini asks. "You think she's sorry?"
"Our little liar's good at hiding things," April says noncommittally. "What else can she give us?"
"I'm sorry," Karai groans. "I'm fucking sorry, you sadistic fucking bitches, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please give me your fingers, give me your fucking fingers, make your baby bitch come, come on, please--"
Shini's fingers plunge into her wet, hungry heat. April moves too, or her power does, sliding up to stroke Karai's g-spot with a hand that is there and not there at the same time.
One flexes while the other clenches, so everything is constantly being stimulated, constantly screaming, or maybe that's just where. April scrambles over so she and Shini can desperately finger each other in between working on her, and when the first waves start to hit Karai they follow soon after.
They drag her through pulse after pulse, lashing at her helpless body with hands and nails and whips and and telekinesis. They take turns leaning down, blessing her with kisses, their mouths rich with the taste of their pleasure.
Because they are feeling pleasure, as powerful as hers in its own ways. April's strength blasts through the room, sending the door rattling in the frames, while shadows slip in and out of Shini's veins as she struggles to keep herself together.
Karai keeps saying please, please, fucking hell, please, in every language she knows, her vision flaring like strobe lights. She's not Karai anymore, or even Miwa, or anyone. She's just a fragment of flesh and feeling caught in a burning ocean, drowning in her own need and loving every second of it.
When they finally collapse in on each other, exhausted, the sheets are soaked with sweat. Karai sags in the ropes, staring at the ceiling, and lets her brain go numb for a while.
She comes back to feel someone undoing the ropes around her wrists, muttering to herself. It's April, turning to get the ones on Karai's feet while Shini slides off the bed and goes to retrieve her bag of herbs.
April shoots her a look. "You okay?" She snuggles back down besides Karai, planting a soft kiss on her temple and tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"Fine," Karai says, going for nonchalance and unsure if her voice is steady enough to swing it. "You guys hit like little boys."
April chuckles, but a touch of worry remains in her eyes. "Still, that was kind of intense."
"It's fine," Shini says, climbing onto the bed with them. "Our girl knows what she can handle." She leaves over, giving Karai a soft kiss. "Right, senpai?"
Karai smiles up at her, feeling battered and empty and lighter than she has in days. "Always."
Shini passes some ointment to April and then they're rubbing it over her welts, handling her so gently it's hard to believe these are the same hands. Karai leans into their touch with a sigh, eyelids fluttering.
"I love you," she breathes, careful not to look at any of them, to not let herself see their reaction to this thing she's never said before.
But they just keep moving steadily, as if this is just another fact of life. "Yeah," April says, as Shini brushes a tender hand across Karai's forehead. "So do we."