Chrono Trigger - To Far Away Times

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Volume 2 - Chrono Trigger - "To Far Away Times"

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Chapter 1 - A Strange Happening
Synopsis - Crono meets Marle


Crono couldn't beleive his eyes at the sight that spread out before
him. Although he had seen the construction for the Millenial Fair often
from town, he hadn't really paid much attention for fear of spoiling
the splendor before it was assembled.

He found it hard to concentrate on one thing as he carefully made
his way around the various tents and stands set up in the square. Some
kids brushed passed him, as oblivious to his presence as he was to
theirs. In one corner was a long tower with a bell on the top, most
likely a test-your-strength game. To the opposite, a large tent with a
sign that said "Haunted House -- This Way" emitted strange sounds every
once and a while. The splendors stretched all the way to the edges of
the forest, with a mysterious robot head towering over the trees in the
distance.

"Get out of the way!" A heavy voice shouted suddenly. Spinning
around, Crono found himself facing a charging knight in a rusty brown
suit of armor. His sword was sheathed at his side, but that made little
difference with the amount of momentum he was carrying. Forcing himself
back to reality, he snapped to action and dove out of the way a
split-second before the huge figure toppled over the spot where he had
stood in a desperate attempt to slow himself down.

As he clutched the nearby wooden fence for support, he felt two
more people rush by behind him followed by one bouncy little fellow who
darted right past as if nothing had happened. Turning his head, he
could see a small orange cat racing to catch up with the pack.

"Ah, shit." Muttered the soldier, who had stopped a short distance
away. He stared off down the path at the other racers, who were now
hopelessly ahead of him. "No win for Steel Runner this time around..."
he said with a chuckle.

Crono look around him and gulped at the sight of the large
racetrack that meandered around the fairgrounds. And he had blindly
walked right into it.

"No harm done!" chimed the Knight, as if sensing Crono's feelings.
"It's not like it matters to me. You might've disappointed a couple of
the spectators, though." he added, pointing to the crowd of
ticket-holders shaking their fists at the knight and their lost money.
"Just be a little more careful, kid." he finished before running off to
a nearby tent to prepare for the next race.

Taking the advice to heart, Crono quickly walked towards the other
side of the fairgrounds, hoping to find a quieter space to decide what
he wanted to do first. He sped past the weapons shop and looked both
ways before crossing the racetrack again which separated him from
Leene's Bell.

His previous encounter quickly forgotten, Crono absentmindedly
stared up at the towering structure, which stood at least 10 feet
taller than he. The large bell hung silent, awaiting it's next use by
the townspeople. He sat lost in thought for only a few sec,
,
however, before he was rocked violently by a second collision in as
many minutes.

"Shit, no time..." he thought in the split second second before he
lost his balance. With no time to steel his body for the impact, he
immediately doubled over and smashed into the hard groud. Still
carrying momentum, his head snapped over the rest of his body and
struck the stone pathway hard, leaving him lying prone on his back.

Whatever had struck him this time had also followed him on his
downward plunge. No sooner had he come to rest then his assailant
plopped down right on top of him. Opening his eyes to try and catch a
glimpse of his assailant, Crono instead saw the most beautiful sight of
his brief life -- two bountiful breasts staring right at him.

Sweet-smelling lady's perfure wafted past his nostrils, confirming
what he'd already guessed. He'd not only been hit with 100 pounds of
flesh, but also with cupid's arrow. Eyes as wide as saucers, he
couldn't beleive his good fortune at the eyeful he was getting!

The woman's chest was resting flat on his own, pushing the twin
globes slightly out of their restraining robe. She wore no bra, thank
goodness, giving her admirer an unobstructed view of her exposed
treasures.

A slight groan emitted from the girl, and she gently lifted herself
up on her hands. As curious as Crono was to identify her, his eyes
were treated to a new feast. Now free to obey the laws of gravity, her
robe had dipped low enough for him to see her entire naked chest! Tiny
pink nipples capped the perfectly spherical mounds, and they swayed
gently back and forth in tune to their owner's light breathing.

"Like what you see?" an annoyed voice said. Snapping out of his
trance, Crono focused on the face that had just spoken to him. Her
long, blond hair was tied in a quick ponytail nestled on her left
shoulder. The complexion of her skin was truly magnificent, as if this
sparkling vixen had bathed in scented oil. And at the center of it all,
two large, beautiful, green eyes stared at him with all the splendor
of cut emeralds.

"Wow..." he whispered unconsciously in genuine amazement of her
true beauty. Unfortunately, the woman had naturally assumed he had
spokf thf the wonders normally concealed by her clothing, and her
sarcastic smile turned to an outright frown.

"Yeah, I'll bet," she muttered, pushing herself up and out of the
way of Crono's roaming eyes. More for indignant effect than anything
she smoothed her robe over her front and reached behind to re-tie the
string tighter. Looking down at the boy who was still blindly staring
up at her, she huffed and extended her hand to him, helping him reach
his feet. "I'm Marle." she quipped. "The girl you just bumped into."

"What?" Crono stammered, taking a step back in the process. "But
you were the one who was..."

"Oh no!" Marle interrupted, feeling around her neck. "My pendant!
It's gone!" Gone too was her attitude, as she immediately dropped to
her hands and knees, combing the square for her lost trinket.

At first, Crono's eyes followed her cute little butt as she wiggled
around on the ground. The silky white robe she was wearing clung
duitfully to her small cheeks, leaving little to the imagination.
Insight, however, came quickly to the lad, as he thought of the debt
this wondrous beauty would owe him were he to aid her... Images of
bouncing titties and tight pussies filled his thoughts as he joined the
maiden in the treasure hunt.

It did not take long for so dedicated a mind. Crono found the
golden locket carefully concealed by some tall grass at the edge of the
path. Snatching it up, he scuttled over behind the searching girl,
getting one more close-up view of her rear before gently looping the
pendant over it's owner's neck

Feeling the familiar weight of her family heirloom, Marle spun
around on her knees and embraced her benifactor tightly. "Thanks!" she
exclaimed. Then, to Crono's great surprise, she wiped the smug grin
off his face by locking his lips to hers and giving him a long,
passionate kiss.

Once the moment was over, both of them were left staring curiously
at each other, unsure of how to get out of this awkward, but certainly
not alltogether unpleasant situation. Marle managed to break the
tension by emitting a soft giggle and brushing a stray lock of her hair
from her face.

"You know," she said. "I still don't know YOUR name..."

Crono's blank stare turned to a smile as he found a subject that,
quite frankly, was a little more his speed. "Oh, I'm just Crono." he
replied without thinking.

"Just Crono?" Marle added with a laugh. "Why, what else could you
be?" Her happy face belied the future tale which would soon unfold and
set his name in the history books.

***

Crono remained a perfect gentlemen for the rest of the afternoon
with his new acquaintance. He was nearly at a loss to stretch the
entertainment the whole day, for his companion rushed from event to
t cot constantly, as if not even the wonders of a Millenial Fair could
stem her attention span. She laughed wiim iim in a soda-drinking
contest as one too many forced a burst of cola from his nose. Then,
over at the strength-testing tower, she cheered louder and louder
until he finally hit the bell.

And that was just the beginning. There were so many things to do,
Crono's mental map of the fairgrounds blurred into oblivion as they
rushed from corner to corner jousting with big robots, shrieking at the
haunted house, and even betting a few gold on the races. And Crono,
ever opp opportunist, wanted to look his best by trying extra hard to
impress her. He had led a lost kitty to her owner, refused the old man
who had tried to buy the golden pendent, and waited patiently whenever
she needed to recharge her oft-depleted energy reserved with some
candy. By the time dusk began to creep over the skyline, he was walking
arm-in-arm with his girl, her head resting softly on his shoulder. A
passerby would most likely have mistaken them for longtime lovers.

Marle could see it happening that way too. Although she hadn't yet
revealed her true identity and the cloaked life it held, she felt
pretty condfident her actions had expressed her deep desire for a
relationship. "And I think he's the lucky boy who just might get a shot
at what's in my pants..." she thought with an inner smile.

Then, with all the tact of an incoming freight train, Crono
shattered what chance he had for making it with this blond boell.ell.
"You know..." he started. "My friend Lucca has a booth all the way in
the back."

Marle rolled her eyes to no one in particular. "Oh really?" she
asked, feigning interest.

"Yeah!" Crono added, detecting what he thought was excitement.
"She's into machines and stuff. Like that big robot we fought over
there. She made that."

"Must be some girl..." Marle mused, becoming more disgrunted as the
conversation progressed.

Running his free hand through his hair, Crono thought for a second
before continuing. "I can't beleive I forgot about it this whole time.
She was pretty much the reason I got up so early to come here. Just
can't understand what came over me..."

Marle giggled att lat last comment. "Silly me," she thought. "He's
so cute when he's confused. Like a puppy. I don't think I'll have to
worry about any competition as long as I keep him close."

"What?" asked Crono with a smile. "What's so funny?"

"Oh nothing!" she replied, silencing his thoughts with a quick peck
on the cheek. "I was just thinking to myself. So, let's go see this
friend of yours."


Chapter 2 - Secret of the Forest
Synopsis - Marle stumbles upon Crono and Lucca making love


Lucca's section of the fairgrounds was quite out of the way, set
all the way in the back alone by itself. Apparently the city council
hadn't thought mof tof the crowd-drawing power of her "matter
displacement" device, or hadn't understood it. Either way, she was
sitting on one of the two platforms looking very dejected as Crono and
his girl approached. Upon seeing her best friend, she immediately
perked up.

"Oh Crono!" she exclaimed loudly. "Where have you been, I thought
you were coming right over!" She seemed quite frightened at his
tardiness, and obviously hadn't even seen his lady friend standing next
to him.

"Um..." he stammered. "Sorry, Lucca. I got kinda busy." He was now
turning bright red from embarassment. The purple-haired scientist
peeked at Marle from the corner of her eye, her suspicions confirmed.

"I see..." she quipped, making not the slightest effort to hide her
disdain for this newcomer. "I'm sure he already told you," she added,
extending her hand to Marle. "I'm Lucca. GENIUS extraordinaire." She
looked to the sky and covered her mouth with her hand, as if to shy
away from any praise and adulation.

"Charmed." Marle said flatly, and curtly shook hands.

Inside, Lucca's brain was turning somersaults. Her mental
capacities were obviously much greater than the physically superior
blond girl. With a sly grin, she quickly figured out how to get this
rival out of the picture. "Marle..." she cooed gently. "No one else is
willing to try my new teleportation device. Why don't you show Crono
how brave we ladies are and give it a whirl?"

Marle was aghast in horror at the thought of stepping into this
strange machine, but her hesitation allowed Lucca to steer the
frightened girl over to the transportation pad and dash away towards
the operating panel.

"Crono..." she pled. "Are you sure this thing is safe?" The pod was
already starting to sparkle with energy.

f cof course!" he replied with no thought whatsoever. "You'll be
fine." As soon as he finished, the twin pods were encased in a bright
flash of light. The entire crowd shielded their eyes, and were amazed
to see the girl had actually traveled from one transporter to the
other! A flurry of applaude greeted Marle as she appeared. Then, as if
she had been confident all alone, she did a quick curtsey and flashed
Lucca a devilish wink. Unbeknownst to her, however, her golden lt
ht
had begun to give off a faint glow...

"Well, I'll be damned, it worked." Lucca muttered to herself. Then,
seeing Marle rush over to the other side again for a repeat
demonstration, she knew her plan had not failed. Now she could get some
quiet time with her man while this bimbo was off in her old
self-centered world. "Let's go, Crono." she snapped, dragging the dazed
boy away by the ear into the forest surrounding the fairgrounds.

She worked hlf ulf up as she trampled deeper into the woods, amid
yelps and complaints by her obedient follower. "How could he!" she
mused silently. "After all I've been to him, and he just forgets about
it because of some tits."

After they had walked in quite a ways, and were well out of sight
of the fairgrounds, she let go of him and pushed him roughly up against
a nearby tree, leaning on it with both hands surrounding him so he
could not duck away. "So, do you haometomething going with this
floozy?" she demanded.

Finally realizing the reason for her sudden outburst, his face fell
into a convincing sigh of relief. "Of course not." he said, looking
deep into her blue eyes. "She doesn't mean anything to me. You're the
one I love, Lucca. I'll always love you."

Tears began streaming down the girl's face and she dove into his
arms in a loving embrace. "I'm sorry..." she sobbed. "I'm sorry I
doubted you." Crone gently rubbed her back in sympathy as she got the
last bit of tears out. "It's just that I got so frustrated when you
didn't come and then I saw her with her hands all over you."

"I was just being a nice guy." he lied. "She was alone, and wanted
someone to walk around with. She's not even my type. Way too
self-centered."

Seeing that even Crono had been able to match her abilities in
perceiving Marle's true self, she was convinced his motives were
sincere. Standing straight up, she allowed him to escape. Her eyes
fell, staring at the ground while she shuffled her feet, not exactly
sure how to proceed from here. Taking the first step, Crono gently took
his hand and brushed the tears away from her pretty face. "I know
you're only jealous because you don't want to lose me. And beleive me,
I'll never let a hottie like you go." With an impish grin, he deftly
squeezed one of her breasts through her thick shirt.

"Oh..." cried Lucca, the soft moan washing away the last of her
sorrow. "So, you still wanna do... what you came here to do?" Eyes
wide, Crono nodded slowly. "Okay then," she sniffled. "You don't mind
if I leave this on..." she started, pointing to her jacket.

"Whatever makes you feel comfortable." responded Crono, knowing
full well how self-conscious she was about her breast size.

"Well then," Lucca said after a deep breath. "Come on in..."
Stepping back, she unbuttoned her shorts and tucked her hands in her
panties, sliding both of them to the ground in one swift motion.

Her pussy was covered with liberal amount of purple muff. Scattered
amongst the hairs were small droplets that could only be her escaping
juices. "Hmm..." said Crono as he ran a hand through the patch. "You
were really waiting for this, weren't you?"

"You bastard!" she replied in half-jest. "Since this morning! I've
been so hot, waiting for you..." Smiling, Crono took his other hand
and hooked it around her neck, dragging her into his body for a deep
kiss. Lucca was one step ahead, however, as gra grabbed his face with
both of her hands and thrust her tongue against his own. As both of
their heads ran swimmy with passion, Crono spun his lover around so
her back was now to the tree, and could support the lewd action which
was about to unfold.

Lucca tore herself away from the frantic tongue-dueling and ed
ed
her eyes. "Don't make me wait any longer." she panted. "Please...
now!"

Happy to oblige his partner, he unsnapped his own pants and lowered
them to the ground. Both of them stared as his long penis quickly freed
itself and rose to its full height.

"Would you like the honors?" he asked. Without a word, Lucca
grabbed the pulsating member and placed it at the entrance to her womb.
Feeling himself slide into place, he wasted no time in slipping it in
her. Although the two had made love at least a hundred times, Lucca
was still a developing girl, and remained just as tight as the first
time she had let Crono penetrate her. She always liked him to go in
easy at first, and then pick up the pace once all the way in.

Jerking her hips from side to side, she slowly pulled his cock into
her waiting hole. The walls of her wet passage throbbed in protest at
the large invader, put she paid no need. Soon, the shaft was fully
inside her. Both of them had watched the process, never quite getting
over the amazement of watching her pussy stretch to accomodate such a
large object. As Crono looked on, Lucca ran her hands over the bulge
in her lower belly, knowing what it was inside of her. She tentatively
squeezed her crotch muscles, watching his tool bounce from the
stimulus. Looking back up at him, she giggled at the playful moment in
the midst of such a serious frame. Getting back to business, Crono
silenced her laughter with another kiss as he pulled out a bit for
another thrust.

***

The teleportation device was very exciting and fun to try out, and
Lucca's father Taban sent Marle through a dozen times before she felt
the novelty beginning to wear off. Besides, after twelve straight
trips through the air, the crowd was eagerly waiting their own turns at
the machine. After a final bow totally devoid of humility, she stepped
off the pad for the last time and ambled over to where Crono and Lucca
were.

When she actually looked at where her friend had been standing
minutes ago however, he was of course, gone. "Geez, some people just
can't handle not being the center of attention." she thought, letting
the irony of the situation slip right past her. Turning to Talan, who
was quite busy setting up the device for another run, she asked where
they had gone. Her only response was a quick shruforefore another blast
of light rocked the scene. She scanned the crowd, wondering if any of
them had seen where Crono had run off to. A single man had heard her
question and made his way towards her. The look in his eyes was one
Marle knew well. He obviously thought she was a VERY attractive person.

"They went off that way." he said, nearly falling over himself as
he pointed towards the thick forest that surrounded them. "TOGE.
.
Right after you finished talking to them." Marle narrowed his eyes. Not
at him in particular, but he was scared enough that he night have
offended her that to back off.

"The nerve of him!" she huffed out loud. "He doesn't know what he's
throwing away for that flat-chested bitch!" she added silently.
Fuming, Marle stomped off into the foliage after them.

***

If the longtime couple had been doing anything other than engaging
in noisy, passte ste sex, they would have noticed a girl making all
sorts of racket as she pounced through the forest. Under her heavy
feet, twigs snapped and leaves crunched, but none of those sounds
reached either Crono or Lucca. In fact, Crono had just decided it was
time to speed things up. After a few short minutes of light thrusting,
his partner was becoming like putty in his hands, using just enough
strength to hold herself up and the rest to repeatedly contract her wet
tunnel. With Crono's heavy panting and Lucca's moaning, it was hard to
ignore how mutually pleasurable this little action had to be. Taking
advantage of the trance-like state his lover was entering, Crono took
his lover completely by susprise and pulled all the way out before
slamming back in as hard as he could.

Lucca let out an scream as she was penetrated in the deepest
reaches of her innermost places, nearly doubling over from the
fantastic feelings that coursed through her body. The commotion also
startled Marle, who hadn't yet discerned the source of the odd sounds.
When the last tree that stood between them was cleared, Marle's mouth
dropped open at the scene. The sweet, puppy-like boy she had come to
known all afternoon was now a completely different person, grunting and
heaving as he ceaselessly pounded his cock into Lucca's hungry pussy.

At first shocked, her confused feelings quickly turned from anger
at the "witch" who'd seduced her sort-of boyfriend, to Crono. "He had
no right letting me on like that when all the time he was planning on
screwing that goofy scientist." she thought angrily. Unable to think
clearly, she turned away from the erotic scene only to find that the
boy from the crowd had followed her!

"What are YOU doing here?" she demanded, back to her old bossy
self. The boy, however, was far too engrossed inchinching Lucca's
glistening folds flutter as a rock-hard dick pistoned in and out. Marle
stood there with her hands on her hips until he managed to tear his
eyes away from the action going on mere yards away to the girl he had
chased through half a mile of forest to see.

"I'm sorry..." he stuttered in response. "I just wanted to see what
was going on, that's all."

Meanwhile, Marle's mind was racing for ways to get back at the boy
who's toyed with her heart. She had an idea, but it wasn't going to be
easy. Turning her annoyed frown into a coy smile, she started sizing
him up. "What's your name?" she demanded.

"Uh, it's Fritz." he replied. "But how can you ask me something
like that when this... this..." he trailed off, pointing to the two
lovers.

Marle quietly placed her hand over his mouth. "This... is your
lucky day, Fritz." She said in the sexiest voice she could muster.
While he stood there trying to figure out what she meant, Marle had
dropped to her knees and begun to open Fritz's fly. As he was
noticeably aroused from the scene before him, his own member was by now
fully erect. As she lowered his pants to the ground, it sprung out,
bouncing off her nose before coming to rest pointed squarely at her
lips. "Well, allright then." she said with a smile. "I see you don't
waste any time." With that, she opened her mouth wide and slipped it
over his penis.

She'd never done anything even remotely like this, of course. But
Crono had made her so angry, she was blinded by rage into doing
anything to make him feel jealous. It was much harder than she thought,
and her first attempt made her nearly gag. But she was a quick
learner, using her tongue to coat it in a slick sheen of saliva and
thus make it easier to take in. She didn't even try to go down all the
way, figuring she was being nice enough as it is anyway. He should
enjoy what he's getting.

Fritz, however, couldn't care less about how far she was willing to
go. All that mattered was that this was the happiest day of his life!
First, seeing sexy Lucca moaning and writhing while she got her pussy
plugged. Then, out of the blue this magnificent beauty starts blowing
him! It was almost enough to make him want to shoot his load right
there, but he also didn't want this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to
pass by so quickly.

Forcing himself to think of mundane tasks, like stocking the
shelves in his dad's store in Truce, or setting up the tent at the
fairgrounds, or a gorgeous, big tittied young girl wrapping her sweet,
tight lips around his... "No!" he thought to himself. "I've gotta hold
out!"

"Hey," called up Marle after a pause. "Could you kinda sit down
now? My knees are starting to hurt..." Fritz happily obliged, settling
down on a nice rock. His stiff cock bobbed up and down before Marle
could grab hold of it again and return it to her hot orifice.

***

Meanwhile, Crono and Lucca were still going at it hard and fast.
"Geez," thought Crono. "If I keep this up, I'm gonna blow before she
gets off. He leaned in to his love, pausing to get a close up look. Her
eyes were glazed over again from the constant mind-blowing pleasure.
He was so close he could feel her heavy breath on his cheeks as she
moaned when each thrust came home. "Do you wanna do it on the ground
now?" He asked softly. Lucca moaned louder in agreement. "Good." added
Crono. Then, leaning over so his lips were right at her ear her
whispered, "So I can take you from behind like I know you love it."

"Oh, Crono!" cried Lucca softly, turning to him. "You're so dirty!"

He jammed himself completely inside her again, not wanting to risk
breaking their fleshy bond while they changed positions. Grabbing
Lucca in his arms, he gently slid the two of them down the tree and
onto the forest floor.

"Oooh..." sighed Lucca as her bottom touched down. "It's cold,
Crono. Hurry!" She wiggled her but halfheartedly on the cool grass.

Continuing on, Crono lifted her right leg in the air and moved it
over his head. Lucca took the hint and rolled over onto her stomach,
leaving her crotch still impaled on his cock. As he began to move in
and out of her once again, Lucca propped herself on her hands and
knees, rocking back and forth as they fucked. Letting her head drop,
she looked at the scene upside-down, watching his tool slam deep
inside her and bulge in her belly.

***

As hard as he tried, Fritz could not hold out forever against
Marle's gentle ministrations. He also has the dual stimulus of watching
Lucca's sweet, purple snatch get repeatedly assaulted while she had
absolutely no clue he was there. He was going to cum soon, but he knew
if he didn't say anything, she would probably have to swallow it. The
thought excited him to the breaking point, and he reflexively started
stroking her ponytail. Sensing what was about to happen, Marle pulled
off his wet cock, leaving her right hand on the shaft to continue
stroking. With her left, she snapped the buttons off the top of her
robe and let it slide down halfway, exposing her beautiful breasts.

His hands grasped desperately for her shapely mounds, and one
groping limb barely found it's target as the tinglings reached a
crescendo. Giggling as she felt him hang on to her boobs in support,
she closed her eyes and awaited the torrent she knew was forthcoming.

While giving a blowjob to a town commoner was rather unusual for a
princess of the Guardia throne, Marle was still a lady at heart, and
cum-streaked hair was not something she wanted to deal with. Still
stroking Fritz's long tool, she pointed it towards her chest just as
the first spurt emerged. It landed square in her cleavage, but the
others followed no such trajectory, landing every which way. On her
breasts, her nipples, and even her robe. Some had so much force they
blasted clean over her shoulders and into the underbrush behind her.
With the warm fluid splattering all over her, Marle loosened her grip
on Fritz and his cock flew back to it's natural state -- pointed
straight at her face.

When it was all over, there wasn't a single uncovered part of her
body that didn't have semen on it. She fell back in horror, wondering
how she was going to explain this.

***

Crono had built up a tremendous amount of stamina and willpower
from all the practice he'd had, but even he had a breaking point.
Without breaking stride, he leaned over again, resting on her back.
"Are you ready?" he asked her.

"I thought you've never ask..." santeanted. "Make me come!"

And with that sign, Crono let loose, powering into her with such
force her vaginal walls nearly tore from the impact. His mind raced,
conjuring up the dirtiest thoughts he could in order to make this fuck
one to remember. Memories of past encounters flooded through his mind.
Sneaking into Lucca's house in the early morning to wake her with a
surprise fuck, doing it in the town square in the middle of the night
while the village was asleep, and especially their first time... a
magical union amongst the stars when then finally expressed their true
feelings for each other.

That last one was it. It always was. Once Crono started reminiscing
back on their first encounter, it sealed his fate. Bucking back and
forth like a wild animal, he pushed in as far as he could go and fell
over onto Lucca. She let herself collapse onto the ground as his
spasms brought her own climax to a head. Screaming at the of hof her
lungs, she came at last, mixing Crono's juices with her own.

Both of them stayed motionless for the duration of their mutual
orgasm, their bodies merely shuddering as an anticlimax to the violent
forces which had brought them to this state. Completely spent, Crono
rolled over, bringing his love with him. She lay on her back on his,
their organs still intertwined. Her legs were spread out lewdly with
absolutely no desire to cover herself as the proof of their love ran
seeped out of her and onto the forest floor.

"Christ, Lucca." uttered Crono, softly rubbing Lucca's butt. "I
think you scared the animals with that."

Lucca could only smile and murmur approval as the wonderful
afterflow overtook her consciousness.

***

The inevitible discovery of each other was greatly sped up at the
sound of approaching footsteps. Fritz, Crono, and Lucca were too spent
to have any sort of conscious thought. Marle, however, was more
worried about people seeing her then getting her own release. Hearing
people coming, she stood up and tried to run off. In her haste,
however, she could not get her balance, and tumbled backward into the
clearing a short distance from where Crono and Lucca were resting.

Approaching flashes of bronze confirmed her most awful fears, and
soon soldiers of the Guardia army burst onto the group. Their thick
helms fortunately shielded the princess from the obvious sneers at
catching their majesty in such a compromising position. Of the four,
two broke off to tend to the princess while a third grabbed a very
disoriented Fritz and dumped him uncerimoniously into Crono and Lucca,
who were beginning to stir.

One of the princess' escorts approached the fourth man, who was
standing off to the side in a position of authority. He spoke low, but
Marle was still able to make it out. "Do you want to bring the wagon
out here?" he asked his superior. "The King might not like it if he
found out we dragged his daughter through the town... like this." he
added, pointing to the unmistakable evidence.

Laughing, the Sergeant waved his hand at the soldier. "You don't
have to worry about that." he responded. "I'm sure his majesty will be
so angry at what we found her doing, nothing we could do could possibly
compare." He whispered the next bit to his subordinate, nod nodded in
agreement. She hadn't heard what it was, but Marle knew enough about
the soldiers from the wags hgs her attendants had often given her. The
squad members would likely be in for TWO promotions if they could
inform their comrades about the precious sight that was able to march
straight into Guardia castle -- the virgin princess' fabulous bare
breasts.

A sudden scream pierced the air as Lucca came to and saw six
mysterious people gazing at her naughty bits. She sat up and reached
for her shorts, but a nearby soldier stepped lightly on her hand,
shaking his helmeted head. "You walk as you are!" he growled. Lucca let
go of her garments and shied away, curling her feet up to hide her
naked treasures.

"Let's do this quickly, men!" barked the sergeant. Immediately, the
two guards holding the princess started off towards the fairgrounds.
They hadn't gone more than two steps when one emitted a loud yell and
fell to the ground.

Releasing his grip on the guard he'd just tripped, Crono leapt to
his feet and yanked his pants up, which were luckily still around his
ankles. "Just what do you think you're doing?" he demanded of the
sergeant.

Letting loose another chuckle, the man smiled inwardly at the puny
boy's courage. "Very well," he said. "I'll tell you. We're returning
the princess back to the castle and arresting the rest of you for
kidnapping and rape."

"What?" he exclaimed, realing quickly how extraordinarily bad this
seemed. "She wasn't even with us!" he stammered. "I don't even know how
she got here."

The fallen soldier had risen up now and struck the boy with the
blunt end of his sword. "That's for assaulting a soldier of the Guardia
army." he grunted, spitting onto Crono's prone form.

"Easy, corporal." warned the sergeant.

"Anyway," continued the corpral, changing the subject. "We have
several eyewitnesses who saw you with Nadia all day. You are SO dead."

Realizing the futility of struggling further, Crono offered no
resistence as the sergeant came over to personally escort him. Marle,
or Nadia... whoever she was, was a few feet ahead of him, and he could
hear Lucca and that strange guy being dragged behind him.
"Now look what she's gotten me into..." Crono thought.


Chapter 3 - Courage and Pride
opsiopsis - Crono gets a pick-me-up from a childhood friend


"Dammit!" Marle thought. "I can't beleive this!"

The day hadn't gone well at all. As soon as her father heard she
was carousing not only with a street commoner, but with *three* people
in total, including a GIRL, he absolutely lost it. His voice was so
choked with rage, the guards whisked each of the four criminals away
and out of His Majesty's sight before he said something he would
regret. They separated the boys and girls in different cells of the
castle's dungeon, and although she knew where she was, she hasn't a
clue about Crono, or the other boy. She knew her father was not one to
make rash decisions, and tried to convince herself this as merely an
inconvenience. Surely he would understand as soon as she got a chance
to explain the situation.

Her gaze roamed off into space, trying not to focus on the
assortment of torture devices strewn through roomroom, no dobut in
disuse for centuries. She happened to glance at Lucca, who was chained
by her hands to low low celing, like Marle, only on the opposite wall.
Marle snickered inwardly at the little tart, whose naughty bits were
still on display to the world. The princess had been able to at least
cover her boobs with the tatters remaining on her robe, but Lucca had
been forced to leave her shorts and panties behind. Just about everyone
in Truce had seen her wet, purple muff, and the telltale remains of her
recent activities running down her legs.

As she looked further at the bound girl, faint traces of remorse
started to surface in the princess's conscience. Sure, she's been
fucking a boy Marle liked, but she could hardly be faulted for that.
And having to parade through town like that... must've been
embarassing. "Come to think of it..." Marle thought. "She hasn't said a
word or even looked at me since the guards left. I hope she's okay."

Of course, Lucca was not okay. She and Crono had done it so many
times it was as common to her as eating breakfast, but the shock of not
only being discovered, but being embarassed in front of all those
people was too much for her. She hung limply by her wrists, staring
blankly at the ground, hoping the blonde-haired girl couldn't see the
silent tears streaming from her face.

The sounds of heavytstetsteps interrupted both girls' thoughts as
someone descended the stairs outside the cell door. They were at the
very bottom of one of Guardia's three towers, and it took an eternity
for the clanking soldier to make its way down. "It sounds funny..."
Marle thought offhandedly. "Sounds like alot of them coming. I wonder
what's up..."

With a defeaning creak in the silent room, the door flew open,
sending tiny streams of dirt falling from the stone ceiling.
Ca
Captain of the Guards stood in front of a large group of eager-looking
soldiers, including the sergeant from before. "Ladies," he began. "We
have a winner!"

Lucca just sighed to herself as Marle looked on perplexed.

***

Crono lay down in his cell, his hands raw and chafed from trying to
pry the rusty door off it's hinges. Unfortunately, it was much sturdier
than it seemed. As he looked at his aching hands, he suddenly heard
footsteps coming down hallhallway. Stiffening up, he rested against the
wall and shoved his arms in his pockets, putting on his most apathetic
look possible. "I'll be damned if I'll let these guys pin this on ME!"
he groused angrily.

"Hey, twerp!" A guard barked, kicking the metal door with a loud
clang. "His Majesty was kind enough to send a priest for you."

Crono's ears perked up. "What's this guy getting at?" he wondered.

"Better take advantage of your last rites before you get executed
tomorrow." the soldier snicked.

The spikey-haired boy's heart dropped like a stone. He knew he
might be in trouble for all this, but this was the first time he
realized just how seriously King Guardia was taking this. Nearly
quaking, he looked over to the outside, and was surprised to see a
familiar figure in a blue robe. He was the old man from the weapons
stand at the fair, his expression hidden behind thick, black glasses.
"What the..." thought Crono.

Before he could ponder this stranger any further, the old man
loosened his robe and let it swing open. At his side was a gleaming
blue sword, hanging gallantly from his belt. The lumbering prison guard
was busy trying to unlock the door, and had his back turned to his
soon-to-be assassin. Without warning, the blade leapt into its masters
hands and slid between the guard's plate-mail, piercing the unwitting
soul through the heart. With not so much as a gurgle, the armour-clad
bully fell to the floor with a loud *thunk*.

Acting quickly, the weapons dealer snatched a set of keys from the
corpse's gloved hands, jamming each of the keys in the door before one
finally clicked, allowing the door to swing open.

"Well, come on boy!" he ordered, surprised the lad was still
sitting down on the ground. "Can't you see this is a rescue?"
Encouraged by his gruff tone, Crono sprang up, nimbly stepping over his
fallen captor and into the dungeon hallway.

"Take this!" the man muttered, tossing a broadsword from the ground
into Crono's path. The boy caught the blade mid-flight, flourising it
wildly in an attempt to show just how helpless he wasn't.

"You may have talent, but you still needed me, didn't you?" The old
man chimed in, as if reading Crono's mind. The boy stopped, and
guiltily turned to face his savior.

"You're the man from the fairgrounds." Crono finally said. "But why
would you risk yourself to come save me?"

"The name's Melchoir." the swordsmith replied, still bent down
examing the body. "I'm a good friend of Taban. As soon as he found out
his daughter was here, there was no stopping him from rescuing her." He
paused. "And you, too." he added with mock annoyance. Melchoir finally
found what he was looking for, lifting a necklace from the guard's
neck. A large master key dangled from it.

"And if we don't hurry up and get out of here, all my work will be
for naught." the old man said. Jamming the key into his pockets, he
grabbed Crono's arm before speeding back the way he came, the poor lad
trailing helplessly behind him.

***

The pair hadn't gone far when a soft voice from the middle of a
long block of cells called out Crono by name. The boy stopped suddenly,
peering into the darkness.

"Crono, it's me!" the girl cried. "You gotta get me out of here!"

"Eileen?" the boy replied incedulously, recognizing the voice of
his childhood friend. "How did you... what are you doing here?"

"Uuuugh!" the girl said flusteredly, moving closer to the iron bars
so Crono could get a clear look at her. "I tried to plead with the King
to let Fritz go, but he threw me in here instead! Now hurry up apen pen
the door before the guards see you!"

He quickly obliged, snatching the key from the unsuspecting
Melchior's pocket and popping the door open. Immediately he was greeted
by Eileen's long, curly red hair swirled in front of him before her
bright face smashed into his with a deep kiss. Dropping the key in
surprise, he held onto the girl tightly so her momentum wouldn't knock
him over.

"Hey, over here!" interrupted another voice from the adjacent cell.
Melchior grabbed the key from the floor and shifted over to unlock
Fritz as well.

"Thank you." the redhead said with a grin after breaking off. She
leaned in close to him, whispering in his ear. "I owe you something
special, honey." she cooed, smiling even more deviously.

"Eileen," Crono stumbled. "You know I can't."

Her face fell flat and annoyed. "I wasn't going to fuck you..." she
quipped. "Just a *small* reward," she continued, back to her seductive
self. "And I won't tell Lucca if you won't."

"But here?" Crono shot back, actually thinking over the offer.

Eileen gently took one of Crono's hands from behind her and pressed
it to her green shirt, feeling his heart jump sharply as his fingers
wandered over her concealed m. \m. "Once we get out of here, Lucca will
have you wrapped around her little finger." she said slowly. "And you
won't get a chance to play with these."

Still embracing the stunning beauty, Crono craned his back back to
see a very annoyed Melchior glaring at him. "Do we, um.... have some
time?" he asked swimmily, blinded by the large mounds prd ind into his
handa.

The swordsmith sighed and shook his head in despair. "Five
minutes." he relented. "After that, they'll come looking for us."

"That's enough!" Eileen chimed in excitedly as she dragged Crono
back to the dark corner of the cell. Peering over his shoulders, she
shot a dirty look at her brother and shifted her eyes over. Fritz got
the message and wandered off down the hallway. Melchior did likewise in
the opposite direction, preferring solitude instead of awkward silence
with Fritz if he was going to have to listen to the two of them go at
it.

***

"First thing's first." Eileen said, dropping to her knees. "My
present to you, hero!" Her hands went straight for the boy's pants,
gingerly unbuttoning them as the underwear beneath tented steadily with
Crono's growing erection.

The outer garments dropped to the floor, and Eileen licked her
lips, red as her flaming long hair. She hooked two fingers in the
waistband of Crono's briefs, sliding them down his legs as his penis
flew past her face to point straight up in the air. Grasping it with
both hands to bring it down to her face, she paused to look at Crono's
eyes, transfixed on her.

"I've always had a crush on you..." she said sweetly before licking
the entire underside of his shaft. Crono buckled at the feeling,
unprepared for her teasing. His hands felt antsy, so he gently ran his
hands through her curly locks as she darted her tongue around his stiff
pole, coating it in saliva. Finally, she gave him blessed relief by
puckering up and swallowing his penis in one gulp.

Her skilled lips wrapped eagerly around his hard shaft, massaging
all sides as she plunged it into her mouth. Crono could feel his balls
churning already from her expert tongue and stared at the wall, trying
to prolong this magnificent gift by distracting himself. As she
duitfully sucked him, she took his hands from her fiery mane and placed
them at the neck of her shirt. Then, she pulled her upper clothing down
to her waist, daintily removing her arms from her sleeves and freeing
her breasts from their confinement.

Crono wasted no time in feeling her bountiful chest. Since Lucca
usually kept her shirt on whhey hey made love, it was always "touch but
don't look." He reveled in the feeling of seeing her ample chest quiver
and sway with each touch of his fingers.

And Eileen knew it. Slowly withdrawing her lips from his slick
penis, she gave the bulging head one last suck, nearly forcing Crono
over the edge. Her hands made their way up to his hips, edging him over
to a wooden bed attacked to the wall. He got the idea, sitting down and
wondering what was coming next.

Grinning broadly, Eileen took her large breasts in her hands,
thrilling herself with the show she was putting on. Her eyes locked on
Crono's, she lowered her head and lovingly licked the vee between her
breats. When her mounds were sufficiently wet, she scooted over to the
seated boy, rubbing her boobs together in anticipation. As Crono
watched with utmost interest, the girl let his engorged member slip in
her cleavage, shaking with extreme arousal.

Wanting to actually DO some titty-fucking before it was too late,
Eileen thrust her breasts up and down, stimulating Crono's cock from
all sides. She was at it for no more than thirty seconds when this
hitherto forbidding technique conquered Crono. Grasping her hands in
his, he helped her pump his shaft as he erupted violently in the air,
his cum splashing all over her face and breasts. The readheaded vixen
just giggled, lapping up all that was in her tongue's reach before
going down on him one final time to stem the tide from his pole. When
her succulent lips emerged, his shaft was exquisitely clean.

"Oh, yeah!" panted Crono, immensely pleased. Eileen could only
smile at how happy her body made people. She wriggled back into her
shirt, pulling it over her head momentarily to use it to clean her
face, not at all minding letting his seed soak into the fabric.

"Now..." she said, matter-of-factly as she tucked his deflating
member back into it's home and re-buttoned his pants. "Won't you be a
gentlemen?"

"What do you mean?" inquired Crono, his face still red.

"You can't just leave a lady hanging, Crono!" she replied, standing
up close next to him. She lifted her matching green skirt, revealing a
pair of white panties with a large wet stain on them.

"What!?!" exclaimed Crono. "I thought you said you didn't want
to..."

"Uuugh!" Eileen cried, frustrated. "Just finger me..." she added
slowly, taking one of his hands and slipping it through the side of her
underwear. Her glistening red pubic hair peeked out, much to Crono's
delight. He's always suspected, but still, seeing was much better.

He gingerly placed a finger up to her wet hole, unconsciously
thinking he had time to really make this good. But Eileen knew better.
"Fuck..." she thought. "He'll never get me off doing that, and I need
to come!" She grabbed his limp wrist and jammed it in her as far as it
would go, his tiny digit finding its mark.

"Ohh..." she panted, her bright face breaming. "That's nice.
Keep... oh yeah!" Crono caught her off guard as he deftly flicked
another finger into her steaming channel, ramming them into her with
increased tempo.

"So you like it hard and fast?" chided Crono, really getting into
this. Eileen nodded her head furiously, her red locks bobbing up and
down. The boy took his other hand and slipped it through the other side
of her moist panties, finding her sensitive nub by experience. Slipping
her another surprise, he took her clit in his fingers, pressing lightly
on it to emit a great cry of pleasure.

"Oh God, yeah!" Eileen grunted, the sharp spike making her feel as
if she was about to let loose a waterfall from her cunt. "Oooh, that's
it!" she continued, nearing her own climax. "Harder! Faster!"

Crono did not want to displease the lady, so he upped the stakes
the only way he could think of. He let go of her clit and pumped her
slit with both hands, alatinating thrusts so her sopping snatch was
being bombarded by four different fingers. In no time she was howling
as her body started coming. She fell forwards, grabbing the wall for
support in the knick of time as her gash poured our liquid, fully
soaking her panties and even dripping ithe the floor.

After it was over, her face was as flushed red as her hair. She
gently pulled Crono's hands out of her overloaded pussy, bringing them
to his lips. He licked her juices off his fingers as she apparently
suggested, pleased at the taste, but sorry he had to spoil his palette
with honey other than Lucca's.

"And if you ever want to taste me again..." Eileee trailed off,
sliding her wet panties off and stepping through them. She held them up
in front of them before leaning over and depositing them in his pocket.
"Of course, you know where to go if you want the real thing, though."
She lifted her skirt again, giving him an unabashed view of her naked
vagina, before quickly ruffling the material over herself with a wicked
grin. Crono just returned the grin and sat up, following his newest
conquest out to the hallway.

***

Finally able to leave, Melchoir hustled the group out of the
dungeon, climbing up their tower to the midpoint, where long stone
bridges connected the three spires behind the castle. He scanned the
facade below him for only an instant, his sharp eyes quickly finding an
easy path down the outside of the tower. The three kids behind him
followed their rescuer's bidding, slowly descending over the edge and
down the fifty-foot cliff. Crono's grip was not as sure as the others,
and he almost slipped on serveral occasions, but he forced himself to
keep going until he felt his feet come to rest on the sweet, grassy
ground.

Collapsing onto the soil, he broke out into a cold sweat, allowing
himself to shiver at the amazing feat he'd just forced himself to
endure. "No time to rest, now." said Melchoir, pointing off into the
distance. We've got to rescue the girls!"

"What happened to them?" inquired Crono, rushing to his feet to
follow the old man.

"They're locked in another dungeon." the swordsman added. "Taban is
going to save them, but he'll need our help! Turning to Fritz and
Eileene, he thought for a second. "You should go home now. I don't want
you involved any more than you have to be." The two nodded in
agreement, Fritz pulling his sister as she leaned over to give Crono
farewell kiss, her eyes trailing his as she fled off into the forest
tos Trs Truce.

Crono steeled his face as he bolted to catch up with the old man,
already on his way. Hell, if this was going to be a rescue mission, he
might as well look the part for his girl!


Chapter 4 - A Shot of Crisis
Synopsis - Marle and Lucca get interrogated in the castle dungeon


"And just what the hell do you mean by that?" Marle quipped to the
Captain, annoyed he was letting her languish here.

"There you are with your high and mighty tone." the Captain droned.
"Just so you know, you've been disowned by His Majesty. You're no more
than a common girl now." Marle's prissy face dropped at that comment,
even though she still didn't beleive it. "And tomorrow you're to be
executed along with those other hoodlums, for disgracing the Guardian
throne."

"You can't be serious!" she stammered, nearly shrieking. While she
stood there, lost in a mixture of betrayal and anger, two of the
smaller guards emerged from the doorway, keyrings held tight in their
hands. As she looked at their smiling faces, they quickly unshackled
her arms, freeing the ex-princess from her bondage. Knowing the
futility of trying to squeeze past the group of soldiers, she simply
stood there, rubbing her aching wrists. Composed, her guise returned to
its natural, annoyed state. "So why are you unchaining me now?" she
demanded.

The Captain let out a deep roar at the comment. The poor, sweet
blonde girl had absolutely no idea what was in store for her. Out of
the corner of his eye, he sneaked a peek at her companion, head hung
low and motionless since they arrived. "She's gotta be the smart one."
he thought. "She knows what's coming."

In a flash that surprised everyone in the room, the captain grabbed
Marle by her hips and tossed her onto his shoulders. Dismayed, the girl
had no choice but to hold as the Captain marched her around the room,
finally seeming to settle onto something to drop her onto. She felt her
behind smack down on something hard and wooden, and she quickly
realized what it was -- one of the "racks" used to torture prisoners by
stretching them. Today, however, it was going to get a much different
use.

She wiggled halfheartedly as the Captain tossed her rougly onto her
back. Before she could protest, the two soldiers with the keys appeared
behind her and whipped her frail arms into an arm and a leg restraint
each, so she was laying sideways on the contraption, with her legs
dangling off the edge.

"Do you remember when I said we had a winner?" The Captain said to
her with a manaical grin. Marle nodded slowly in fear. "Well, it was
me. I'm going to be the one that takes your precious cherry!"

Marle gasped as the weight of what was happening slammed into her
guts like a hard punch. She frantically tried to escape her new bonds,
but that only served as fodder for the soldiers' laughter. The Captain
got to work quickly, grabbing her dress and pulling it towards him,
easily ripping the makeshift knot Marle had tied at the top. With
little effort, he tore the fabric in two down the front, flinging it
off her body and into a dark corner of the room.

Thinking quickly, Marle tried to attack the man with her only
unbound limbs. Her forgotten legs lashed out cruelly at the Captain,
catching him off guard with a swift blow to the helmet. The soldier
stumbled back, now enraged at his beautiful prey. On her next swing, he
grabbed both of her now-bare feet, her slippers having escaped her in
the stuggle. Sliding in close, he nestled both her slim legs against
his sides, holding them in place with his elbows.

Now in control again, he rougly grabbed her panty-covered butt and
lifted her crotch up to his face. Marle winced not only from the
unwelcome groping, but also from the awkward position which placed her
entire body weight on her shoulders.

"Mmm..." the possessed man sighed, taking a deep breath of her
pussy. Marle shut her eyes as he opened his mouth, taking the delicate
white garment in his teeth and slowly pulling it off her legs, allowing
her body to come to rest on the rack again.

Thher her soldiers were already crowded around the scene, soaking
in the sight of their former majesty's wonderful bare breasts. This new
glory, however, quickly drew their attention. Marle's lightly fuzzed
pussy slowly came into view as her undergarments were removed, dry as
the wood she rested on. Stithatthat did not stop the gawking
subordinates from feasting their eyes on her long-hidden royal body.

Marle moaned unconsciously as the Captain trailed a finger up and
down her slit, now completely resigned to what was about to happen.
Nothing the man did now was going to arouse her, however, and her pink,
rubbery labia quivered helplessly as thought it new of the burning that
was about to come. Staring blankly at the ceiling, she didn't even bat
any eye when her captor ceased his touch to step back and disrobe. His
breastplate and mail pants slammed onto the floor, followed by the rest
of his clothes.

Although she did not want to see what was about to happen, she
would have no choice. The Captain motioned for his subpordinates to
lift her head so she could see herself being deflowered. His massive
cock loomed menacingly near her virgin passage, hanging in midair as
its owner let the terrified girl watch. Then, unwilling to delay his
reward any longer, the Captain placed his palms on the wooden rack,
leaning forward to let the head of his member gently press against her
bare quim.

"I've been waiting so long for this day." he whispered softly
before pulling back and ramming into her with precise accuracy. His
thick shaft shot into her innermost places like a hot poker in her
unmoistened tunnel, plowing through her sacred barrier and coming to
rest deep inside her belly.

At first, the bound princess could only feel an intense burning.
She screamed as his cock slid into her, trying desperately to back away
from it to no avail. Without wasting time, her forced lover began
furiously pumping in and out of her tight, hot tunnel. The girl's royal
blood, which had for sixteen years protected her womb from her lustful
protectors, now served as lubrication for the man raping her.

"Ahh! Ahh!" the blonde girl cried in pain as her innards were
relentlessly stabbed by this long invader. Small tears formed in her
eyes as she realized the splendor of her first time was being taken
from her in such a way.

"No, please!" she sobbed. "Oh, it hurts!" The man ignored her
pleas, completely lost in his own world. Each time he slammed into her,
it felt as if his member was parting steel instead of her fleshly
vagina.

"Damn, you're tight!" grunted the soldier, pausing a second only to
push in with full force and drive himself even deeper inside. Marle
would have probably wallowed in her sorrow for much longer had the
eager Captain not suddenly reached his peak from this sudden action.

With a loud bellow, he grabbed her shoulders and leaned on top of
her, pounding her sensisitve muff with all-out vigor. Her intense cries
of protest were muffled as the man shoved his tongue into hers,
greedily sucking her mouth and tasting her salty tears. This drove him
on further, and he began pulling all the way out before slamming back
in again.

Marle felt as if her tender slit was going to rip apart under this
forceful bombardment, but it was almost over. Breaking off his kiss, he
smiled at her crying face. "Here it comes, princess." he panted,
immediately emptying his load into the horizontal girl's awaiting
pussy. Numerous blasts flowed into her, most being soaked up by her dry
vaginal walls, but a few strong squirts made it all the way through and
seeped into her womb. The horror of becoming pregnant from this escaped
both of the lovers. The guard didn't care, and Marle was too
disoriented to think.

At last spent, the oozing cock slid out of her, greeted with a
chorus of cheers from the other soldiers, who could now take their
turn. Marle sobbed uncontrollably as the Captain forced her legs open,
displaying her abused slit to the roomfull of prying eyes. "Was so
tight I thought she'd squeeze my dick off!" he roared with glee. When
he finally left her alone, she attemped to close her aching legs to
hide the evidence of her first fuck, but was unable to keep her worn
limbs in any position for too long. Before she knew what was happening,
another guard had already removed his own clothes and thrust his own
shaft into her now-slick passage.

She sat there, motionless except for the bouncing her body made
each time the guard's hilt smacked into her tender vagina. Her tears
were slowing now as Marle realized the futility of resisting anymore.
"Untie her so we can all see!" she heard the sergeant's voice pipe
above all the others. Her new molestor slid all the way in, leaving her
feeling full and stretched as her arms were coaxed out of their
restraints. She felt herself lifted up, and reflexively hugged the
guard so she wouldn't fall. They both made their way to the ground, the
soldier on his back and Marle lying on top of him, still impaled on his
cock.

"Go on girl!" barked the seated Captain from a corner of the room.
"Ride him!" Unwilling to risk defying them, Marle slowly got up on her
knees and started thrusting up and down on the meaty pole, surprised
how quickly she had gone from being raped to actively fucking her own
captors. She let out a moan as the shaft slid in deep, her full breasts
bounding seductively up and down. She wasn't sure if it was still pain
or not, but the princess found herself moving perceptively faster and
faster and panting with intensity.

Realizing suddenly that her eyes were closed, she opened them to
get a view of the cheering crowd, and agh aghast to see Lucca's limp
form on the other half of the chamber being rougly groped by a group of
soldiers. Apparently the ones on the end of the line didn't feel like
waiting, and were going to have to get off in someone before they bust.

The soldier below her suddenly stiffened and emitted a cry,
grabbing her jiggling mounds as Marle felt the now-familiar tingle in
his pistoning member. With an inner smile, she gently squeezed her
folds together, causing the pulsating cock inside her to erupt
violently, coating her soft tunnel with another helping of sticky
fluid.

In the midst of all this forced sex, she found a little relief in
knowing she could control her attackers. It was short lived, however,
as the spent guard lifted pet petite beauty off him, freeing her
cum-dripping slit. She was quickly handed off to another soldier, who
laid her on her back and immediately thrust his waiting penis into her
sopping hole. Without thinking, she wrapped her arms and legs around
this new lover, her hips moving with a mind of their own.

arlearle moaned as the soldier's cock sparked previously unawakened
levels of pleasure, her vagina coated in enough sperm to finally throb
hungrily with each thrust. Her face was red and flushed while she
panted heavily. "Oh... Oh..." she cried, becoming more aroused by the
second.

"Mmm, yeah." the soldier grunted between thrusts as he penetrated
her roughly. "I think she's starting to like it!" Marle only gripped
him tighter, the pounding in her body reaching a crescendo. She hated
herself for loving this, but there was no stopping her body's need for
what was about to happen. Her fingers started turning white from
grasping her mate so hard, both legs locked in a deathgrip on his back.
From behind them, the few remaining soldiers watched with anticipation
for their own turns as the princess' body finished servicing her
current partner.