Chrono Trigger: Loyalty

Update: The better stuff will be coming next Chapter. This update is mainly to give you something to read while I plan out exactly what's going to happen next. Sorry for the long wait; been busy with stuff. I've read some of the reviews, and some of the suggestions, and needless to say, some ideas were very good, and some are being considered. Keep the suggestions coming in. The next chapter hopefully won't take as long to come out.
Anyways; the same guidelines and warnings from the previous chapter apply here. If you haven't read them, I suggest you do so now. This chapter doesn't focus on mind control, or complete willingness. More of a non-painful torture. Read on the find out...

Chapter 2: The Rest Of Your Days Here...

Marle closed her eyes. She didn't want to think about what had just happened, or how good it felt deep inside. She didn't want Zeal to know how she felt. She finally caught her breath, and began to relax a bit, still completely naked on the floor in front of Zeal's throne. She had regained control of her hands, much to her relief, and some very, very small disappointment. In midst of the screaming, and fear, she was feeling pleasure she had never felt before.. but she wouldn't admit it to herself, let alone Queen Zeal.

"Sara, Sara Sara..." Zeal said, in a calm, borderline nice tone. "I believe you should thank me for the gift I have given you."

Marle snapped back to reality upon hearing Zeal's voice. She remained silent for a short period. "... Thank you, Your Majesty."

"You may get dressed now, if you wish." Zeal said.

Marle slowly climbed to her feet, still full of sweat, and began to walk towards her clothes. They burst into flames before she got to them.

"Not those, dear." Zeal said, once again smiling in a tormenting way.

Marle remained silent. The robot from earlier approached her from behind. She turned around, and noticed what the robot was holding in its arms. The pile of new 'clothes' was dropped in front of her. A two piece lingerie outfit; black, with light blue jewels at the nipple and vagina areas, as well as a tiara with a blue jewel in the center, and black bracelets, and anklets. She reached down, and began to get dressed. She didn't care what it was; anything was better than being naked, and somewhere inside her, she was interested in the outfit. She slipped into her new clothes; the jewels on her lingerie were placed perfectly so they touched against her nipples; it was a cool, soothing feeling that seemed to make the pain go away from the violent twisting from before; the same was for the jewel on her lower area. She placed the tiara on her head, and snapped the anklets and bracelets on. She looked down at her body; she knew she looked better in this than she had in any of her dresses from her time.

"Very sexy, my dear.", Zeal said from her throne, reminding Marle that she was still there, watching her. Zeal was enjoying every minute of this. It was like she had just received a new toy. A toy that she can play with, undress, break, and put together again; and she intended to do all of that. Marle had just received some 'nice' pleasure; but Zeal promised herself next time it wouldn't be as nice.

Marle closed her eyes, and snapped back out of her 'I'm a beautiful princess' world, and back to her reality: Serving Zeal. "Thank you, your Majesty...", she muttered, in regards to the Queen's previous comment. Marle knew she was sexy, but it disgusted her hearing it from her 'new owner's mouth'.

"Good girl. Now, I have to go attend to some of my business. You be a good girl, and listen to my other robotic servant while I'm gone. I've given specific instructions; they had better be followed.", Zeal ordered, as she stood up, and left the room, giving Marle no chance to respond.

Marle turned and looked at the robot, worried about what was coming next. The robot opened a compartment in it's chest, pulled out some more clothes, then tossed them on the floor.

"You are to wear these over your new permanent outfit while you do your daily chores. The list of chores is found in the front pocket. You are to be completed your chores every night, then you will be given further instructions by me, or the Queen.", the robot said in a monotonous voice.

Marle looked at the clothes in front of her, then picked them up. As she sorted through them, she realized is was a maid's outfit, with a short, but puffy skirt and apron. "I can't wear these.", she said to the robot, she didn't want to be degraded anymore, and once again wasn't going to obey the Queen.

"You will wear the clothing presented to you by your Queen, or you will be punished. I cannot force you to wear them, but she can.", the robot replied, once again with the dull, and boring voice.

Marle's head instantly filled with thoughts of what had just happened. If she could be forced to do someting like that, then there was nothing stopping the Queen from doing something overly drastic. Marle once again was torn up inside. She hesistated for a moment, frowned, then quickly slipped into the tights, maid's outfit, and high heeled shoes. The shoes hurt her feet from just standing still; she didn't want to think about the pain they would cause when she started to move around.

"Very good, Sara. Now get to work. Do not disappoint your Queen.", the robot said, as he left the room.

Marle reached into the front pocket of her apron, and retrieved the list of chores. As she read it over, she saw no real odd requests. The requests were all normal chores in which servants usually handled for her back in Guardia. However, the one problem was the huge number of chores she was expected to complete.

1. Do the dishes.
2. Sweep the throne room.
3. Polish the Queen's throne.
4. Wash the showers.
5. Make your bed.
6. Clean the toilets.
7. Do the laundry.
etc, etc, etc...

The list went on and on, Marle knew it would take her all day to complete the list, so she got to work right away. By noon, her feet were aching, but she forced herself to ignore it. By dark, she was still working on the final tasks. She was exhausted. Finally, the door to the Queen's room opened, and Zeal presented herself to Marle. She had just completed her list, and was standing 'obediently' in her designated spot in the middle of the Throne Room, on her aching feet. Zeal sat down in her throne, and smiled at her servant.

"You look cute in that outfit, Sara.", Zeal said to her. Marle didn't reply, but just stared. Zeal knew Marle would eventually begin to move away from the ground rules which were previously set. "Sara. I just complimented you. Be proper, and thank your Queen."

Marle shot a look of disgust at Zeal, but forced it out anyways. "Thank you, my Queen.", she said, with a trembling voice. She wasn't scared; she was sick with herself. Sick of allowing herself to be reduced to this.

"Kneel and say it; and apologize for your ignorance.", Zeal demanded. Zeal knew that Marle was becoming troubled again inside, and wanted to feed the fire growing within her as much as she could. She wanted to test Marle; she wanted to see how far she would allow her to go.

Marle looked at the ground, and slowly fell to her knees. It felt good to be off her heals. The fluffy maid's skirt she wore barely reached to floor, even while kneeling. "Thank you for your compliment, Your Majesty. I apologize for my lack of respect.", she forced out, once again.

"That's better, my little servant.", Zeal said, as she rose from her throne, and approached the still kneeling Marle. "You've just about completed all of your chores, Sara. I'm impressed."

Marle's heart began to beat faster, as she realized that the Queen had said 'almost'. She didn't move, but began to think about the list. She was sure that she had completed everything.

"Sara, Sara, Sara... Let me explain what you are to do, every day, and every night, for the rest of your days spent with your Queen. You will complete your daily chores everyday, unless you are told otherwise. If you do not comply with these orders, you will be punished. Also, every night, before you sleep, you must show your loyalty to your Queen.", Zeal said, in a stern, but almost friendly tone. "Do you understand?"

"I am loyal to you, Your Majesty!", Marle forced out, a little bit louder than she had hoped; but not loud enough to anger, or insult Zeal.

"Prove it to me, my sweet little slave.", Zeal said, as she stood from her throne, and moving her dress to the side slightly. Marle's eyes widened, as a dildo was revealed. "I want you to clean this next. Pleasure it as if it was your owner's real cock. If you do not, I'm afraid your punishment will be quite severe."

Marle's eyes were fixed on the pink dildo several feet away from her. She tried her best to imagine it away, but the thought of being controlled to perform much more degrading actions as punishment kept crossing her mind. Tears began to run down her face again, while the Queen grinned evilly at her. Marle, knowing she was in situation in which she couldn't win, pushed herself to her feet, and took one step forward.

"No, no, Sara. Did I give you permission to stand? I want you to crawl to me.", Zeal ordered, obviously trying to tap into Marle's emotions even more.

Zeal accomplished what she set out to do. Marle began to sob harder, as she fell to her hands and knees. The Queen could not help but chuckle, as her slave slowly began to crawl towards her. Marle stopped just inches from the dildo, which was designed to look, and probably feel like the real thing. Her eyes swiftly moved away from the dildo, and focused on the eyes of her Queen.

"You better do well, Sara. I've seen, aswell as done this before. I know how it is done, and if you don't perform up to my standards, I can't say your stay here will be very pleasurable.", Zeal warned, and teased. "You may begin immediately."

Marle tried to take a deep breath, but struggled through her sobs. She slowly parted her lips, and moved closer to the dildo. She tried to keep her lips far apart, so she could engulf the dildo without having to make contact with it. The idea quickly disappeared, as Zeal grabbed her by the ponytail, and pulled, causing her to jerk slightly. Marle's lips wrapped around the dildo. "No playing around, Sara. You will pleasure this toy, as if it owned you.", Zeal warned again. Marle closed her eyes; if she couldn't see what she was doing, then the feeling wouldn't be quite as bad. She then began to bob her head forward and back, running her smooth, wet lips over the rubber toy.

"Open your eyes, Sara. Look at your Queen, as you pleasure her.", Zeal ordered. Marle took a few seconds, and slowed her pace, but eventually forced her eyes opened, which instantly released a few tears. She looked up in the eyes of Zeal, who was obviously enjoying the emotional pain and suffering she was causing. With some help of the hand of the Queen on the back of her head, Marle began to suck on the fake cock again.

"You're not doing much just by doing that, Sara...", Zeal advised. "I suggest you use that pretty tongue of your's." Zeal then pulled the dildo out of Marle's mouth, and took her chin in her own hand. "Let me see my tongue, my slave.", Zeal ordered. Marle slowly slipped her tongue out of her mouth. Zeal thrusted her hips forward, so the dildo was at eye level with Marle. "Now, my slut... lick it."

Marle's sobbing had ceased, but the tears still continued to pour. She slowly placed her tongue against the shaft of the cock, and began to lick up and down. Although trying, Marle could not ignore the taste of the object she was being forced to 'pleasure'. It was almost familiar, but was still unpleasant. Quickly growing used to the taste, not like she had a choice anyways, she began to flick her tongue up and down the shaft at higher speed.

"Very good, my pet. Now take it in your mouth once again, and this time, use your tongue also." Zeal ordered, as she watched with a wicked smile. She was being turned on by the sight of her pet on all fours, in a maid's outfit, obeying her every order. She knew deep within that her turn at some real pleasure would have to wait. "And sound like you enjoy it, as you are a dirty little slut."

Marle quickly complied, in spite of the fact that she did not want to. She took the dildo into her mouth once again, and began to massage it with her wet lips. As she bobbed her head on the cock, she quickly started to wrap her tongue around the shaft, allowing it to occasionally make contact with the bellend. She eventually started to let out small 'mmm's as she began to suck on the dildo faster. She began to taste that familiar taste once again. Suddenly, a thought shot through her mind. A memory. A memory of what she was forced to taste earlier that day: her own juices. Marle instantly realized that this dildo had been used elsewhere, and she was actually being forced to clean it like the Queen had said. She quickly tried to pull away in disgust.

Sensing Marle was about to pull away, Zeal quickly pushed the dildo as far as it could go into her mouth, and down her throat. "It's time to practice your deep throat, my dear.", Zeal ordered. Marle couldn't pull away, as she began to gag, and gasp for air, as the dildo was massaged by her clenching throat. The deep throating went on for what seemed for ever, but what was in actuality, only a few minutes. Marle was able to get enough air to stay conscious, and in good health, as her gags and chokes pleasured the cock. Finally, Zeal pulled the dildo out of Marle's mouth, as a long string of drool kept the two of them connected.

"Very good, Sara.", Zeal said. "You have proven your loyalty to me for the night." Marle looked at the ground, still gasping for air. "I'll see you in the morning.", Zeal said, as she disappeared quickly into her room.

Marle didn't move for at least five minutes, trying to make sense of what had just happened. Finally, she pushed herself to her feet, which were still aching, and made her way to her room for the night, wondering what Zeal had in store for her the next day.