Chrono Trigger: Loyalty

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UPDATE: Chapters should be coming in more frequently now. I did not spend the last few months writing this. Just general laziness, as well as my vacation, has slowed me down. I have most of the story planned out in my head, and I intend to write more often now. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Once again, all the warnings from Chapter 1 apply here as well.
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Marle was dragged forcefully through the hallways of the massive house. She could not focus on any objects or rooms in particular as she passed by them, due to the extreme amount of stress she was in; a disappointment, as she was worried about what Lucca had planned for her, and knew that the answers were scattered throughout her prison. Her knees were becoming quite sore from the constant contact with the hard stone floor beneath her; the pace she had to maintain to keep up with her mistress was not making walking on all fours an easy experience.

"Here we are, my little pet.", Lucca said enthusiastically as she turned a corner, dragging Marle behind her.

Marle's eyes widened, as her breathing stopped temporarily, as she gazed upon the room before her. The entire room was an elegant wardrobe. To Marle's dismay, however, the elegance of the wardrobe did not reflect what was contained within. Lingerie, and degrading outfits filled the entire room. Marle felt a lump in her stomach, attempting to force its way up, but she held it down as she tried to take in and absorb all that was presented before her.

"All in your size, sweetie. We're going to play dressup today, since you were such a good girl. I think I have an idea of what you'll wear tonight. Just the thought of it makes me want your tongue on my pussy again.", Lucca stated, with a taunting tone, and an eerie look of desire.

Marle shuddered silently at the thought. She could still taste her mistress' juices on her tongue. It was a taste she was unable remove from her mouth, no matter how hard she tried. It grew more unpleasant as the time passed.

"Now, let's see here...", Lucca mumbled to herself, as she placed her hand through the loop of the leash, to look through the clothing freely. "Ahhh... Here it is. I bet you haven't worn one of these before, with your spoiled past, and all."

Marle looked up at the outfit chosen by Lucca. Another maid's outfit. Very similar to the one she was forced to wear by Zeal, however, she would never reveal to Lucca that she had actually worn one before. In addition to the outfit, Lucca presented a black set of lingerie, including a lace set of bra and panties, as well as black fishnet stockings, a matching garter belt, and long black lacey gloves. Marle let out a sigh of disappointment, as she had hoped never to experience this form of humiliation ever again.

"I think this will do nicely when you serve my two girlfriends who are visiting tomorrow night; but you still have some training to do before that.", Lucca stated, with a tone that treated the sentence as if it didn't matter.

Marle stared blankly ahead as her mistress' words set in. Her face turned red in embarrassment at the thought of having to wait on strangers dressed in a skimpy maid's outfit. She desperately wanted to protest the idea verbally, but chose not to, still feeling the lingering pain in her neck, caused by the collar's jolts. She knew there was no escape, so managed to force herself into a state of denial, telling herself that she would have to serve a few drinks, and no more than that.

"Now my naked sex toy. Get dressed. You may stand for now, until I tell you otherwise.", Lucca demanded.

Marle took a moment, then forced herself to her feet. There was a mix of pain and relief that shot through her body as she straightened out; the amount of time she was forced to stay that low to the floor was stressful to her body. She sighed in disappointment, as Lucca thrust the entire set of lingerie towards her. The situation was humiliating to Marle, as she was being forced to dress in a less-than-proper attired in front of her captor. She quickly slid her arms into the bra, earning a small jolt from her collar.

"No rush; slow it down.", Lucca demanded.

Marle obeyed the order, hoping to avoid an unpleasurable sensation in her neck. She slowly pulled each strap over her shoulder, one at a time, then adjusted the cups of the bra to fit her breasts, which to no surprise, fit perfectly. Marle attempted to reach behind to seal the bra shut, however, her mistress moved quickly behind her to do that for her. Feeling even more awkward, Marle bent over to place her feet through her panties.

Regretfully following the previous order, she pulled the beautifully designed black panties up her knees, giving her mistress, who had not moved from behind her, a perfect view of her bare pussy and ass. She could hear Lucca swallow the saliva that built up in her mouth; the thought made Marle feel very uneasy and vulnerable, as she pulled the panties up.

Thankful that her private areas were now covered, though not very well, Marle took hold of the garter belt, and adjusted it. The fishnets were somewhat difficult, as Marle had nowhere to sit properly. Desperate to avoid the shock from her collar, she quickly sat on the cold stone floor, and began to slowly roll each stocking up her smooth legs, which were still sore, but visually undamaged from the past treatment. Standing back on her feet, she attached the garter belt to her stockings. And finally, as the finishing touch, she slowly slid her arms into the lacey gloves, careful not to damage the sensitive material.

"Mmm... very sexy, my dear.", Lucca said, as she approached Marle from behind, and slid her hands along Marle's bare sides, earning a nervous tremble from her pet.

Marle remained silent, and did her best to remain still, as her captor's hands invaded her personal space, and moved around her body. She closed her eyes, and let out a small squeak of discomfort, as Lucca's hands massaged her harnessed breasts. Her cheeks were glowing red in embarrassment; a colour she was growing used to wearing. The violation, however, did not take her mind off of what was coming the very next night.

"Now, put the rest of your cute little outfit on.", Lucca ordered, as she released her pet from her forced embrace, and unhooked her leash, leaving Marle to finish off her kinky outfit with the black dress, apron, and high heel shoes.

Marle was a bit less ashamed to be putting the rest of the outfit on, finding the experience far less embarrassing than slipping into suggestive lingerie in a manner that made it seem as if she was enjoying it, and wanted to turn her mistress on. Following the previous orders, she slid into the dress slowly, and tied the apron around her waste. Sliding into the shimmering black shoes, she found they were not quite as painful on her feet as the pair she was forced to wear by Zeal. Still, however, she hated being degraded by wearing the outfit.

"Hmmm... Now for the finishing touches..." Lucca said silently, as if talking to herself, as she worked with Marle's hair from behind, leaving it in it's usual ponytail, however, with a new frilly white bow. She then turned Marle towards the mirror, forcing her to look upon herself.

Marle blushed in embarrassment, as she looked at herself in the mirror; although she had worn a similar outfit before, she never dared gaze upon herself in a mirror, due to shame. She looked like a typical maid, with a dash of prostitute thrown in; she wondered how she allowed herself to be reduced to this. A very small part of her found it strangely sexy, however, and in a way, she wouldn't blame anyone for desiring her; a thought that she was oddly proud of, but scared of at the same time.

“Now my maid-whore, let’s get to your training. I’m going to make you clean the house, but first, I think it may be best to get the hard part of your training out of the way. We need to teach you what you need to know about being a good slut.”, Lucca explained, as she reattached the leash to Marle’s collar, and gave a tug.

Assuming that she was allowed to walk on two feet, as she was not yet given the order to revert to all fours, Marle followed Lucca as she was. She received no jolt, or protest from her mistress for doing so. With that worry out of the way, she began to collect and put together what Lucca had just told her; about training to be a good ‘slut’. Just the word alone made Marle cringe because of it’s filthiness, and she didn’t want to know what kind of training would be involved. However, she had no choice.
Marle was led into another room that was eerily white. The room was completely white, with the exception of a black chair, and some machinery nearby. The room glowed ominously due to brightness of the walls and floor. As she was pulled further into the room, she noticed the chair had wrist and ankle straps. At this point, it was not a shock to her, as she was becoming white used to being restrained. Just as she expected, she was forced down into the seat by her mistress.

“Now, we can’t have you go anywhere throughout your training, dearie, so we’ll have to tie you down.”, Lucca teased, as she strapped Marle’s ankles to the chair’s legs, and her wrists to the chair’s arms.

“What are you going to do to me?”, Marle asked, speaking for the first time in what seemed to be well over an hour. This earned her a slap to her face, which caused her to scream, more from shock than pain.

“Refer to yourself like my pet, whore.”, Lucca demanded, with a furious tone, as she removed the leash from Marle’s collar, knowing full well that she couldn’t fight back even if she wanted to.

“What is your pet’s mistress going to do with her?!”, Marle shouted nervously, with tears forming in her eyes, as she pulled at the chairs restraints to no avail.

“I can’t have my guests visit with an untrained pet now, can I? It would usually take weeks to train you properly, but I solved that, being a genius and all.”, Lucca explained, as she placed a pair of dark glasses over Marle’s eyes, which blocked her sight, and sent her into a state of panic. She then attached some wired suction cups to the helpless maid’s forehead, and began to tamper with some machinery in the back of the room.

Marle continued to struggle, as the massive machine started to emit a loud, constant noise. In only a few seconds, she blacked out. When she came to her senses, she found herself still unable to see, or move.

“Lesson number one! Stripping!”, a woman’s monotonous, almost robotic, voice boomed throughout wherever Marle was being held. Instantly, Marle’s sight was restored, which she soon found to be a bad thing. She found herself on a stage like platform, though there were no spectators. Although no explanation had been given, she knew what was coming due to the loud voice’s announcement.

Marle looked around nervously, then looked down to see that she was still wearing her maid’s uniform. Just as she thought nothing was going to happen, a light shone down on her; a spotlight from the ceiling. Music began to play, and filled the entire room.

Shocked and frightened, Marle’s body began to move on it’s own. She had lost full control of her body, and was not even able to scream, though she could feel every movement she was forced to make. Her hips began to gyrate with the rhythm of the music, and her hands began to move up and down her clothed body smoothly.

As the music progressed, Marle involuntarily turned her back to the empty seats, and walked towards the back of the stage, bending over to grab her ankles, effectively showing what was hidden underneath her short skirt to the empty room; she was able to see the room easily from between her legs, though upside-down.

The sexy movements continued, as Marle’s mind screamed in embarrassment, though her body could not do the same thing. Her heartbeat quickened as she slowly began to undo her dress, releasing it one shoulder at a time, slowly, before letting it drop completely, revealing her sexy lingerie.

Marle continued to walk around the stage, back and forth, confidently, stopping at regular intervals to move her hands over the newly exposed skin, and move her body with the music. Finally, she found herself in the center of the stage. Turning around, Marle gave the empty room full view of her undoing of her bra, then turned to face forward once again. Holding the cups over breasts, Marle moved her left shoulder in a circular motion, causing the strap to fall off, then did the same with right shoulder.

Winking, and smiling, Marle began to rub her breasts, still covered by the cups of the bra she was holding against them. Suddenly, she moved the bra downwards, giving the room a complete view of her bare breasts. Marle felt like dying, and probably would do so if she had any control over her body.

Marle continued to repeat the same motions as before. Regularly, she would stop and to rub her hands over her body, now giving special attention to her breasts, cupping them in her hands, moving them up and down, and left and right; in any direction she could move them. When not cupped, they bounced freely with every movement she made.

Taking a moment, she slid out of her high heels, then sat in the middle of the stage, on her behind; the fabric of her panties was thin enough that she could feel the cold floor through them. Suddenly, she began to rub her hands up and down her legs, which were still covered with the fishnet stockings. Slowly, she unhooked the left stocking from the garter belt, and lifted her leg straight up in the air, forcing her to lay flat on her back.

Using both hands, she began to roll the stocking down her leg, sitting back up slowly as she progressed for easier access. When finished, she tossed the stocking aside, and repeated the same action with the other stocking. Left in just her panties now, Marle began to open and close her legs, giving the room several brief views of her covered sex, before standing up again.

Once again turning around, Marle gave the room a view of her behind, as she slowly pulled her panties down, demonstrating how nicely they add ridden up ass as they stuck their momentarily. She wiggled her hips, in an almost snakelike fashion, in order move the panties down the rest of her body. Reaching down, Marle took the panties, and rubbed them over her body, before putting them between her teeth, and pulling, which sent her mind into a disgusted frenzy, even more than it already had.

Finishing with the panties, Marle tossed them aside, and continued to dance, now completely nude. Taking her hair and releasing it from her ponytail, Marle shook her head widely, until her hair was completely free. From that point on, the past movements continued until the music stopped, and the spotlight was back on. Marle blinked, and instantly, she found herself fully dressed again, and in control of her trembling body.

“Repeat performance! Begin!”, the same voice from earlier boomed through the room, as the music began to play, and the spotlight was turned back on.

Marle looked around confused, expecting her body to be taken control of again, however, that never happened. Around the point in the music that she had begun to dance the first time, Marle felt something else the second time. A massive pain filled her entire body, far worse than anything she had ever felt before, causing her to scream in agony. It lasted for less than a minute, as anymore would’ve caused her to pass out.

“Failure! Repeat training!”, the voice boomed.

Marle was completely free of her pain. Though it was a horrible sensation, no pain lingered, and she found herself completely fine. Suddenly, she found herself on the dark stage again. The music and spotlight turned on as before, and she found herself unable to control her own body, yet again, as she was forced to repeat the same dance.

As her body stripped itself of it’s clothing as it did before, Marle was able to determine that it was a demonstration for her to learn from. After each fully controlled demonstration, Marle would be given an opportunity to repeat the performance without help. She would be forced to, as after each failure, she would most likely be given the same treatment as she did before.

After she had been given the demonstration, Marle was now once again faced with the spotlight, and the music, as well as being in full control of her body. Testing her theory, and hoping to avoid that same pain, Marle began to gyrate her hips; following the movement was easier than she though it would be as she was able to feel it out to the exact sensation she felt throughout the demonstration.
However, as good as she was at repeating the movements, her memory failed her. She found herself unable to remember the exact steps and movements of the dance that lasted well over a span of ten minutes. Her body was immediately filled with pain, and she fell to knees, screaming in agony. The process then repeated itself, this time, with a Marle more intent on learning the movements than before, ignoring the fact that they were improper, and disgusting to her.

In what seemed to be at least 10 hours, Marle made great strides in learning the dance, and screamed through countless jolts of pain. Oddly, she felt no hunger, stress, or tiredness in her body, although she had been moving non stop for so long. Even if she had completed the dance flawlessly, she would have to perform it several more times in a row, without a demonstration in between to help her out; a method that she figured was to make sure she memorized it completely, and that no luck was involved.

Finally, the music stopped permanently. Marle had completed the dance well over ten times in a row, with no help. It was successfully, and forcefully fed to her, and she had no choice but to accept. With the dancing now over, Marle began to shudder, and blush in shame, as the realization as to what just happened hit her completely. She had no choice but to ignore her actions in order to avoid the pain, but now that the threat was gone, she had time to think about what she had just done, countless times, and the amount of effort she put into it.

Suddenly, everything faded to black…

“Lesson number two! Lap dancing!”, the voice boomed again, sending Marle into a state of shock, as the meaning came to her.

As her sight was restored, she found herself in her skimpy lingerie, without the maid uniform, standing just in front of the front row of seats that were littered in front of the stage. In the seat, sat a young woman, the only person in the room, about Marle’s age, with short blonde hair, and green eyes, who stared at the half-naked Marle with a look of desire. The young woman licked her lips in lust, as Marle screamed one last time before losing control of her body once again.

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CHAPTER ADDED: August 21st, 2007, 5:00 PM EST

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