Chrono Trigger: Loyalty

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UPDATE:
-Sorry for the loooong wait for a new chapter. I've been busy dealing with some very personal issues, and finally have the confidence needed to type up something new. I believe I've improved since the two previous chapters, and I hope you all believe so as well after you read Chapter 3.
-As always, go back to Chapter 1, and read the guidelines, and warnings, as this material may be offensive to some readers. You've been warned.
-We will see some major scenery change in the next few chapters, with some interesting scenarios.
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Chapter 3: The Golden Haired Gift

Marle awoke from her sleep to an alarming sound next to her bed. As she sat up in surprise and confusion, she came to realize that the loud siren-like noise was coming from the robot, which had entered her room to wake her up; the alarm stopped almost immediately. She squinted in discomfort as she raised her forearm in front of her face to block the morning sun's rays, which were entering her room from her window. She struggled to piece her thoughts together.

"Good morning, Sara.", the robot greeted her, in its usual monotonous voice.

"Um... What time is it?", Marle asked, rubbing her eyes, as they adjusted to the level of light in the room.

"It is six o' clock in the morning. It is time to wake up, as your Queen has requested.", the robot replied, reminding her of Zeal.

"... What does she want?", Marle asked, in a disgusted tone.

"That is not for me to say, Sara. You'd best get ready, and meet her in the throne room as soon as possible. She does not enjoy being left waiting. Prepare your hair the way she likes it in the usual ponytail, and come dressed in nothing but the lingerie you were presented yesterday; it has been washed, and perfumed in a way your Queen finds quite pleasant.", the robot replied, and placed the lingerie on the side of her bed.

Marle sighed, and shook her head in disappointment, as the robot left the room. She took a moment or two to take some deep breaths, then got out of bed. She was forced to sleep in the nude, as her only clothes were taken away to be washed throughout the night. She quickly picked up bottom piece of the lingerie, which she could smell easily, though she was not holding it to her face; it was nice aroma, though she refused to admit it. She quickly put them on, but they still barely covered her private areas. She then picked up the top piece, slipped her arms into it, adjusted her breasts to the cups, then quickly closed the clasp around her back.

Already feeling degraded, Marle let out yet another sigh, as she approached the vanity in her room. She picked up the brush which had been so conveniently placed on the surface for her use, and spent several minutes fixing her long, shiny, blonde hair into her usual pony tail. After observing herself in the mirror, and adjusting her lingerie so as little cleavage, and as little rear end would be revealed by the lack of material as possible, she took one last deep breath before leaving her room, and moving down the hall into the throne room.

As soon as she entered the throne room, she could feel Zeal's uncomfortable stare upon her. She looked up from the floor, to the massive, and brilliantly decorated throne, to see her Queen sitting upon it, with a twisted smile upon her face. Marle quickly moved to her designated spot, and put her hands behind her back, nervously, and stood quietly, avoiding eye contact with Zeal.

"Good morning, my pretty little servant!", Zeal greeted Marle overenthusiastically.

"Good morning... your majesty.", Marle replied, struggling to let out the last part.

"We have a fun day planned for you, Sara.", Zeal remarked, her twisted smile growing larger, causing Marle to clench her hands together behind her back nervously. Zeal stood up from her throne, and approached Marle, stopping just so both there faces were inches away from eachother. Zeal placed her hand on Marle's cheek, causing her to try to turn her head to avoid the contact.

"Tell me, my slave... have you ever been pleasured by another woman?", Zeal asked, rather bluntly.

"N... no...", Marle replied nervously, stepping away.

"When I'm done with you, you'll be begging for a woman's hot tongue against your flesh, my dear.", Zeal threatened.

Marle looked at Zeal with a hint of frustration in her face. She was biting her tongue, holding back a comment. The longer she could hold on dealing with Zeal while staying alive, the faster she could find a way to escape. Until then, she'd have to hold back her comments, and resist any of Zeal's attempts to break her. She would not allow herself to become a willing slave, who needed no threats to coax her into obeying.

"Now, my sweet Sara... I believe we shall begin your training.", Zeal said, in a quiet whisper,as she pulled Marle closer to her.

Marle couldn't resist, as she felt the magic invading her body once again. Marle was forced to lean into Zeal's arms, so their covered breasts pressed against eachother. Marle tried to protest, but the magic restricting her from controlling her own body forced her to let out a quiet moan. Zeal then placed her hand on the back of Marle's head, and pulled her into a deep kiss. As Zeal's tongue invaded her mouth, Marle's tongue played with it, tasting the invader, much to Marle's discontent. As the kiss continued, Marle found the magic forcing her to push her tongue into Zeal's mouth, exploring every bit of it, and tasting as much of it as possible. Marle moaned against her will, wildly into her Queen's mouth.

Finally, the kiss was broken, as Zeal pulled away, however, she still stuck out her tongue. Marle leaned in, and began to suck on the exposed tongue, unable to stop, and unable to break eye contact with her Queen. Almost instantly, Marle felt her energy being drained. The Queen pulled away with a wicked smile across her face, as Marle's vision began to blur. She eventually passed out...

As Marle awoke, she found herself surrounded by trees, and sounds of the outdoors. She rubbed her eyes, trying to gain focus, and trying to make sense of her surroundings. As she pushed herself to her feet, she realized she was once again wearing her usual white clothing. She looked around confused, wondering how she had gotten there. The thought that all previous events involving Zeal and the Black Omen were actually a dream crossed her mind.

Marle began to make her way through the thick bushes, and vines, trying to find a clearing of sorts so she could determine where she was. After a short while, she finally found a group of men travelling on a dirt path. As she observed them from afar, she realized that they were the men from Ayla's village. She had somehow ended up in the Prehistoric age. The only conclusion Marle could come to is that Lavos had launched everyone who was present at the Ocean Palace into different eras. Excited to see familiar faces, Marle rushed out on the path to greet them.

"Am I glad to see you guys! Has Ayla come back?" Marle asked, hoping that they were all knocked into the same era. As she awaited a response, she noticed that the men stared back at her strangely. Just as she tried to question them again, she felt something hit her in the back of the head hard. shortly after, before she could figure out what had happened, she lost consciousness.

Marle awoke once again; this time it took her much longer to make sense of her surroundings. She had a massive pain in the back of her head, which had reminded her of what had happened earlier. Her eyesight was blurred, so automatically, she attempted to rub her eyes; that's when she found she couldn't. She shook her head a few times to snap out of her daze, to find herself tied up to a pole, hands tied above her head, surrounded by the men that she had approached on the dirt path. As she tried to make sense out of what was happening, she felt a very cold breeze hit her bare skin; as she looked down at her body to investigate, she found that she was stripped of her normal clothing, and dressed in fur, much like Ayla's outfit, but instead in a leopard design. As she looked around at her surroundings, she found that she was tied up just outside of Ayla's hut.

"Ayla! Ayla! Ayla!", the men chanted, in a mindless tone, all of them staring at the hut.

Marle remained silent, knowing that she would be freed of her predicament if Ayla truly was in her hut. After several moments of chanting, Ayla finally emerged from her hut, and the men started to cheer. Marle herself was relieved. One of the men rushed over towards her, and started to talk to her; however, they were too far away for Marle to hear their conversation. The conversation seemingly ended, as the man nodded to Ayla; they both then approached Marle, and stared at her, tied to the pole.

"Ayla... I'm so glad to see you!", Marle greeted, happily; an emotion that she had not felt for a while. Much to her dismay, however, Ayla ignored her, and continued to stare, then looked at the man who she had been talking to previously.

"Golden haired gift, for Ayla.", the man said with a huge smile, nodding his head over and over again.

Ayla smiled in response, then replied, "Ayla like gift. Bring to Ayla's hut."

The men crowded around the pole Marle was tied to, and lifted it up from the hole it was set in, and began to carry it, and Marle into the hut. Marle started to panic frantically as she tried to figure out what was going on. She looked at Ayla with a look of concern, but only received a smile in return.

"Ayla... What's going?!", Marle asked nervously. She received no response.

The men carried Marle into the dark hut, which was only dimly lit by a fire. The pole was placed into another hole in the ground, to hold it steady. She struggled at the cloth that was holding her hands and ankles to the pole, but could not break free. She wimpered, realizing that it was useless to try, but continued to struggle anyway. The men left after the base of the pole was stable, balanced, to leave Marle alone. After several minutes of pulling at the cloth, her wrists and ankles became sore, and she became tired, and finally stopped to catch her breath. At that moment, Ayla walked in, and dropped a large blanket of fur in front of the entrance, to block the view of the outside, causing the hut to grow even darker than it was before, then turned to Marle.

"Ayla..." Marle whispered to her. Ayla approached her, and released a small smile.

"Ayla like her gift.", Ayla remarked.

"What do you mean?...", Marle asked quietly.

Before Marle could manage anymore questions, Ayla untied the cloth on Marle's hands and feet, and pulled her down of the pole. As Marle was set on her weak legs, she began to move her arms around, trying to get some feeling back within them, which had been lost while they were tied above her head. Satisfied with her much more comfortable position, she turned to Ayla. Ayla returned the same smile she had been giving her the whole time.

"What's wrong? Why is everyone acting this way?", Marle asked.

"Shh... no talk. Ayla have fun with gift.", Ayla replied, as she pulled Marle close to her.

"Ayla? No! What's gotten into you?!", Marle shrieked in confusion, pushing Ayla away.

Ayla's smile widened, as if she took Marle's shove as a challenge, and tackled her, wrestling the much weaker Marle to ground. Marle shrieked loudly, trying to fight back, but was quickly overpowered by Ayla's brute strength. Marle was forcefully rolled onto her belly, and her hands were tied behind her back, and her ankles together, by Ayla, using cloth similar to what was used to restrain her to the pole earlier. Ayla then dragged her over to a blanket of fur, spread across the ground near the fire, and placed her on her back. Marle immediately began squirm, still shrieking wildly; in response, Ayla presented yet another strip of cloth, and tied around Marle's head, and mouth, effectively gagging her, and muffling her protests. Stepping back to admire her work, Ayla smiled once more, and nodded.

"Ayla like you. You strong. Now Ayla and gift have fun.", Ayla said to the tied-up Marle.

Ayla slowly unravelled the fur covering her upper torso, allowing her large breasts to bounce free. The light of the fire reflecting upon her clear skin danced wildly, as her breasts moved up and down with every breath she took. Marle began to struggle and squirm again, panicking wildly, slowly figuring out what Ayla was intending to do. Ayla smiled at the struggling Marle, becoming turned on by the sight, as she grabbed at the fur covering her own sex, and gave it a swift tug, which unravelled it quickly, revealing the neatly trimmed blonde hair above the growing wetness and warmth below.

The now completely bare Ayla descended upon the restrained Marle, so she was on top of her, face to face. Ayla gazed into the eyes of Marle with lust, and Marle returned a gaze of fear, and worry. Ayla let out a small giggle at the sight, and kissed her on the cheek, which caused Marle to turn her head, and face away in disgust. Placing her hands on the sides of Marle's face, Ayla forced her to look into her eyes once again, then licked her cheek, before kissing it once more. This time, unable to turn her head, Marle instead let out a muffled groan of displeasure. Marle attempted to struggle once again, but could not due to Ayla's weight upon her body, who naturally weighed more than she did; Ayla's breasts alone, pressing down against the smaller, and still covered, breasts of Marle's, made it hard to move. Marle had no choice but to continue her protests with groans, and unrecognizeable sounds, as Ayla licked and kissed her, leaving trails of wetness across both sides of Marle's face.

Ayla stopped kissing Marle, and slid down so she was now was eye level with Marle's breasts. Still using her weight to hold Marle down, Ayla unravelled the skimpy spotted fur covering Marle's breasts. Marle's groans grew in volume as she watched Ayla strip her, revealling her breasts. Ayla looked up at the watching Marle, and winked, then licked her lips, as she began to kiss Marle's chest, avoiding the nipples. Marle screamed into her gag pointlessly, and tried to struggle, to no avail, as she could only watch Ayla violate her body with her lips. Without breaking eye contact, Ayla moved both breasts together using her hands, and slid her tongue across one of Marle's nipples, very slowly, then did the same to the other. Marle continued to struggle, as Ayla continued to slide her tongue across both of her nipples, causing them to harden, out of her control.

Observing the now hardened nipples, Ayla took both of them in between her fingers, and squeezed, causing Marle to shriek in discomfort. Ayla giggled in response, then took one of the nipples into her mouth, and sucked on it hard, while swirling her tongue around it, while continuing to squeeze the free nipple between her fingers. She watched Marle closely while she played her breasts, who watched back, uncomfortably, still groaning. Ayla released the nipple from her mouth, then stop squeezing the other, only to begin sucking on that one, causing Marle to let out a muffled sigh of relief. Much to Marle's disappointment, the pain in her nipples, caused by Ayla's squeezing, was soothed by her warm mouth and tongue; it felt good, and she couldn't hide from it. Marle leaned back, breaking eye contact from Ayla, and looked at the ceiling of the hut, trying her best to ignore what was happening, and get her mind off of Ayla's treatment completely.

Noticing Marle trying to ignore her, Ayla stopped sucking on the hard nipples, leaving them both wet with her saliva. She climbed back up ontop of Marle, so she was once again face to face with her, and winked at her again, making it impossible for Marle to get her mind off of the current situation. Ayla leaned in close again, and licked Marle across the face much like she had done before, then began to thrust her body forward and back, so her heavy breasts rubbed against the still-wet breasts of Marle's. The friction between their breasts caused Ayla's nipples to grow hard almost instantly.

Marle couldn't help but moan slightly into the gag as her sensitive nipples pressed and rubbed against the hard nipples of the dominant woman, who was having her way with her. Ayla let out a purr, reacting to the feeling in her own breasts, smiling at Marle. She then leaned down, and began to suck on Marle's ear, all while keeping the rhythm moving. Marle was quickly defeated; Ayla had successfully eliminated any possibilities of her ignoring the situation, and her own body; she closed her eyes, and began to breathe deeply, letting out small moans in response to feeling in her breasts, and the growing warmth and wetness below.

Hearing the small moans escaping Marle's gag, Ayla decided it was time to move on. She quickly stopped enjoying Marle's ear, and removed the gag, which allowed a full moan to escape from Marle's mouth. As Marle continued to take deep breaths, she looked into Ayla's eyes with a look of need, and desire; the same look was returned. Ayla parted her lips, and descended upon Marle, who parted her lips in response to the impassioned feeling deep within her body, and they kissed. Their tongues moved, and danced together, as they tasted eachother's mouths in a mixture of moans and gasps, as their breasts moved together.

After sharing the long lasting kiss, they moved away from eachother, as a string of liquid created by their kiss still connected their tongues. Ayla licked her lips once more, making sure she savored Marle's taste, and with another wink, slid down her body, and began to unravel the bottom fur covering Marle. At this point, Marle was able to gather her thoughts, and fight off her traitor of a body, and snap back to reality; the reality where she did not want to do this.

"Ayla... no... please...", Marle pleaded with Ayla in a whisper, watching as her wetness and golden hair was revealed to woman in control.

Ayla smiled, ignoring the smaller blonde's pleas, and leaned in to smell her distinctive aroma. Unable to resist, Ayla removed the cloth holding Marle's ankles together, and held her legs apart under her arms, so she could not struggle. Marle wimpered, watching uncomfortably as Ayla stared at her wet love tunnel, not wasting any time struggling, as she has already failed doing that. Ayla leaned down, and without hesistation, began to kiss Marle's thighs, while licking occasionally, leaving trails of wetness everywhere except where the biggest source of pleasure would be, teasing and torturing Marle. As Marle's gasps began to quicken, Ayla slid her tongue across Marle's warmth and wetness lightly, and quickly, causing her to let out a loud of moan, which surprised both Ayla and Marle.

"Stop!", Marle shouted, tilting her head back, trying to ignore the pleasure she was being forced to experience.

Ayla ignored Marle once again, instead choosing to slide her tongue across Marle's warm honey lips again, this time harder, to enjoy the taste more. Marle's body jolted with pleasure, as she groaned in protest and moaned in pleasure at the same time. Ayla was very surprised at the sensitivity of the young woman in her captivity, so leaned in and began to move her tongue across Marle's hot sex over and over again, with each lick getting harder. Marle began to pant, and shiver, trying her best to fight off the sensation her body was experiencing. Ayla would have none of that, however, as she spread Marle's lips, and pushed her tongue inside.

Marle screamed in extasy, as she found herself giving up to the skilled, wet, and warm tongue of Ayla. She began to sweat, and her vision began to blur as she was mercilessly pleasured by the stronger woman. Marle began to rock her body back and forth, hoping to moving herself over Ayla's tongue over and over again, to heighten the experience. Ayla began to swirl, and twist her tongue inside of Marle, as the smaller blonde's juices began to flow more and more into Ayla's mouth, who enjoyed the taste. Marle continued to scream in blind pleasure, as she was nearing her orgasm. Gasping for air, she prepared herself to let go, and give in completely.

Ayla stopped.

"... What?", Marle asked, in confusion, and disappointment, needing to reach her peak.

"Ayla first.", Ayla stated, flaunting her control over the situation, as she stood up, and positioned herself over the laying-down Marle.

Marle looked up at the gleaming wet tunnel of Ayla's, as Ayla kneeled over her face, bringing herself down to the point that Marle's nose was almost making contact. Marle had no choice but to breathe in the aroma of Ayla's wetness, which she found quite unpleasant, but alluring all at the same time. She knew what Ayla wanted, but was unsure if she wanted to give it to her.

"Ayla... I can't...", Marle said, looking up at Ayla from between her legs; though her mouth was positionned perfectly, she could still see Ayla's face staring down at her from between her large breasts.

"You lick, then I lick, okay?", Ayla seemingly asked, but really ordered, as she pulled upward on Marle's hair, causing her face to dig into her wetness.

Marle coughed and gasped for hair, as her nose and mouth were forced to make contact with another woman's sex. She knew she didn't want to pleasure Ayla in that manner, but she also knew that she needed to be released herself; she could feel a pressure deep within waiting to explode. She knew there was only one way to get what she, herself, wanted. Looking up at Ayla with uncertainty in her eyes, Marle stuck out her tongue, and lightly slid it across Ayla's moisture to taste; Ayla gasped in reponse, pulling the hair a bit harder. Marle didn't find the taste unpleasant, like she thought it would be, but she didn't enjoy it as much as Ayla had been enjoying her's earlier. She stuck out her tongue once again, to taste once more, before speeding her pace. The response came quickly as Ayla squeezed her thighs around Marle's head, holding her in place, still holding her hair, as she let out a loud moan.

"Harder! Deeper!", Ayla screamed loudly, ordering Marle to pleasure her more.

Needing to be pleasured more herself, Marle pushed her tongue between Ayla's wet and hot lips, exploring the inside of the tight tunnel, tasting as much of the juices as possible. Though she didn't find the juices wonderful before, Marle was quickly beginning to enjoy them, as she moved her tongue greedily and rapidly inside Ayla, tasting as much as possible. Ayla screamed in pleasure and in surprise of Marle's new found enthusiasm. She continued to pull upward on Marle's hair, urging her to go deeper, and deeper. And deeper Marle went; Marle found herself craving the juices. She searched inside Ayla with her tongue; it was like candy to her.

Satisfied that Marle didn't need anymore forcing, Ayla released her hair, and turned around, so she was now facing the opposite direction; Marle ignored the change, and continued to lick. In the new position, Ayla leaned down, between Marle's legs, and began to lick her still-wet sex, causing Marle to moan into Ayla's tunnel. As they both licked, and tasted eachother, the hut was filled with loud screams and moans of pleasure as both women began to occasionally suck on eachother's clits. Marle could feel the heat being emitted by Ayla's body, and that turned her on even more. Tangled flesh, sweat, heat, and pleasure; that's what they were as they willingly explored eachother's warmth.

Both women's muscles began to tense up, as they could feel themselves approaching their ends. As both Marle and Ayla released themselves, they both moaned loudly into eachother's tunnels, and pushed their tongues deeper within eachother to taste the orgasmic juices which had just been released, creating even more pleasure, and screams. After several orgasms, both women became tired, and repositioned themselves to share a deep kiss, to exchange the juices still within their mouths. They savored the tasteful kiss for what seemed to be a pleasurable eternity, as Ayla held Marle in her arms, releasing her wrist restraints. They fell asleep soon after due to the exhaustion they had caused eachother, however, their heat and warmth were still shared throughout the night.




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CHAPTER ADDED: Feb 7th, 2007, 6:00 AM (2 years after the first chapter was written. o.o)

Shadowflare: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Marle still hasn't given in completely, so no worries there. Hang in there for chapter 4! It's going to be good if it works out the way I'd like it to.
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