Chrono Trigger: Loyalty

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UPDATE: ... Yes, I’m alive. I apologize for being away for so long. I lost my motivation somewhere down the line. Whenever I tried to get back into things, I couldn’t seem to produce anything that I found remotely satisfactory. I decided it’d be best to put it on the back burner, for a long time. I’m not sure if I’m truly ‘back’ or not. We’ll see what happens. I am bringing this chapter to all of you out of respect; you’ve all read, reviewed, and rated, and I kind of vanished. I apologize for that. Hopefully it works out.

I think one of the main reasons why I’m making this (maybe brief) return is because I discovered that my other (abandoned, soon to be updated) work, Unwilling Obedience, had been completely plagiarized by somebody on several other sites; he had been receiving praise for it. I have to say, I was quite angry. I’m currently determining my options on how to deal with the situation. If you’d like details, perhaps for your own personal Wall of Shame purposes, feel free to email me. I will not be posting the guilty party’s name in any capacity here, or anywhere else on a public space; I don’t roll like that (though if I get angry enough, anything can happen). Regardless, the situation reminded me that these are *my* words, and I need to keep control of them; I intend to do that.

With that being said, I re-read this fic in its entirety, and I’m unsatisfied with many of the decisions I made early on. Perhaps it has much to do with maturation, but I intend to make some changes in the near future. One major one will be Zeal’s ‘renaming’ of Marle. It seems kind of tacky now. There won’t be any major ‘storyline altering’ changes; that would be too much to deal with. I also noticed a ton of errors that I should've weeded out earlier on. I’ll have to get this eventually.

Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy this chapter. It marks the end of a very long fiction drought in Shadowflare land.
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Chapter 9: Denial Denied

Marle slowly climbed to her feet, as she began making sense of the entire ordeal she had just faced. It was all a dream. Everything she had gone through seemed so real, but it was all a dream. It was a bittersweet feeling for the blond princess. The bitter part of her reality was that she was once again trapped upon the remnants of the ocean palace with the sexually sadistic Queen Zeal. The sweet part of it was that she was now assured that her friends were not sex-crazed maniacs; that is, if they were even alive.

In spite of the trauma she had experienced mentally and physically over the period of time she had been enslaved by Zeal, her mind was still intact. She was strong and unbroken. She realized what the point of the dream was relatively quickly. Although it was a facade, she remembered every moment, every sensation, every technique. She had been trained by the Zeal, through some form of twisted simulated reality.

“I hate you,” Marle stated bluntly, as she wobbled where she stood. Though nothing had been real, it had taken a toll on her. She was exhausted.

“That really does not matter to me, my little whore,” Zeal replied, her twisted smile adorning her face. “So long as you remain loyal and obey my every command, you can feel however you wish.”

Marle gritted her teeth in irritation. She had been led to believe that she had been set free from the Queen for days; in all of that time, though not truly real, the submissive attitude she had taken before with Zeal had nearly faded away completely. The magnitude of the fact that she was back under the Queen’s rule drove her over the edge. Feeling light headed, due to the realization that she was trapped, as well as because of the day’s torture, she fell to her knees.

“I cannot blame you for feeling tired, girl,” Zeal said to the princess, with a tone of empty sympathy. “... but there’s simply no time for you to take a break.”

“No...” Marle muttered from the floor.

“There is no ‘no’, dear. There exists only four things here,” Zeal began her explanation, as she turned and made her way to her throne. “The first is Lavos. The second is your Queen. The third is your Queen’s pleasure and satisfaction. The fourth is ‘Yes, your majesty’. You would best take up your role, or pay the consequences.”

Marle remained motionless on the floor. The entire process had begun anew. She was to be broken again, until she conformed to the Queen’s wishes; wishes that would ultimately see her become a mindless servant and sex toy. Memories of her previous shows of defiance against the Queen’s will quickly invaded her mind. Not one of them had resulted in anything pleasant. In fact, every single time, she paid a hefty a price. She whimpered quietly, as she debated whether or not it was worth fighting.

Suddenly, he crossed her mind. The man she had briefly forgotten under the strenuous circumstances of her new life. It was Crono. No matter how much humiliation, degradation, and pain she had to endure, she had to fight to survive. She had to survive for him. Through some trick of the mind, she forced herself to believe that the man she loved was somehow still alive; a process of denial resulting in artificial strength of will. She had no choice but to live through this, for him.

“Your Queen demands your company,” Zeal announced, as she sat upon the throne. She parted her extravagant dress, revealing her strap-on dildo, a toy her maid and sex servant had become quite familiarized with.

Marle slowly stirred from the steel floor, to set her eyes upon her Queen. Her heart began to pulse hard within her chest as she faced reality.

“Did you hear what I said, whore?” Zeal shouted angrily, as she pointed her sceptor at the princess, blasting her with energy. She watched as her slave reeled from the blast with pain her eyes. To her surprise, however, she was not rewarded with a scream.

The pain coursed through Marle’s body. In spite of her new found will, she did not become invincible. In her state, she knew that she would not live long if she continued to provoke the Queen and suffer her wrath. Pushing herself to her feet, the lingerie-wearing princess began a slow approach towards her Queen. It was an agonizing walk, mentally; it seemed to go on forever in her mind, but it lasted just seconds. As she closed the gap, she was able to look into the eyes of her tormentor. They were cold. Taking a deep breath, with the sound of her own heart beat seemingly blocking out her audible surroundings, she fell to her knees before her Queen.

“Yes, your majesty,” Marle said, with a solid, unwavering tone. She refused to be killed for disobeying, while at the same time, she resolved to show no humiliation or embarrassment in completing her tasks. She knew a sadist like Zeal gained pleasure from both physical and mental suffering; she would survive while simultaneously taking away what the Queen was driven by.

“You may begin,” Zeal announced. Her twisted smile had faded. There was something different about her maid.

Marle refused to give Zeal the opportunity to tell her twice. Slipping her tongue out, she leaned in, and ran it across the shaft of the dildo, leaving a long streak of saliva in its path. The taste of Zeal’s honey was quite obvious upon the toy, but she had battled through it before. Obediently, the princess continuously moved her hot tongue across the toy, keeping her beautiful, determined eyes locked with Zeal’s. Occasionally, she stopped to kiss the pink dildo, as if she had taken it as her lover.

Zeal swallowed the saliva that had accumulated within her mouth during the show. The heat growing within her body was difficult to contain; her maid had become a professional, seemingly within a blink of an eye. Still though, in spite of the fact that she was be being driven sexually, the entire process no longer seemed fun.

Not willing to give her captor anything to use against her, Marle parted her lips, and took a moment to lick them seductively. Not breaking eye contact with the Queen, she took the dildo into her mouth. Placing her hands upon the Queen’s lap, she began to run her warm, smooth lips up and down the toy. She could feel the heat radiating from Queen’s body as she put on the show; her captor was shivering with anticipation. Aggressively, she wrapped her tongue around the dildo as she bobbed her head up and down.

The show reached its pinnacle for the Queen as she watched her servant begin to take the dildo’s full length. Though there were small gagging sounds to accompany the difficult task, it was done with both skill and determination. Zeal was in awe of what she was witnessing. It quickly dawned on her - the game had changed. The proverbial line had shifted; her slave no longer had to be coerced. She would have to raise the stakes gradually.

“Use those beautiful breasts, pet,” Zeal demanded, her voice much less dominant due to being under the influence of sexual pressure.

“Yes, your majesty,” Marle responded after lifting her head from the dildo, with a tone far more powerful than her Queen’s. Though she was technically in a state of submission, she was severely lessening the blow by taking away what the Queen wanted.

Slowly, she reached behind herself, and unhooked her delicately designed bra. Allowing the shoulder straps to slip down her arms, she held the cups to her breasts, putting on a teasing show. Gradually she allowed the cups to slip from her body, revealing her perfect mounds to Zeal. Placing her hands over her breasts, she held them and moved them around, licking her lips as she did so. Satisfied with her performance, she once again leaned forward, taking the dildo between her breasts. Staring up at Zeal, she began to move her body, causing her breasts to slide across the wet toy. Her chest glistened with saliva as she attempted to pleasure the inanimate object.

Zeal clenched her scepter aggressively as she watched the princess squeeze the dildo between her breasts. She caught herself unknowingly gyrating her hips upward from the throne, in an attempt to move the dildo against Marle’s movements. She quickly stopped. She could feel her own wetness growing as the show went on; if this continued, she would have to use her maid to actually pleasure her, which was something she wished to save for a better moment.

“Enough!” Zeal shouted awkwardly. She waited for Marle to withdraw from the dildo. “It is time that the dildo experiences that lovely pussy of yours, whore.”

Marle flinched slightly at the new demand. She always knew it would come to this, she just was not expecting it to happen so soon. Not wanting the Queen to see any signs of reluctance, she forced her serious look back on her face, and stood up from her knees. Not breaking eye contact, she began to slip out of her panties, revealing herself to Zeal completely. Taking a deep breath, she slowly straddled the Queen on her throne. It was an awkward task, considering the circumstances and how much she hated the woman, but she managed to get through it. Placing her hands on Zeal’s shoulders for support, she stared into her eyes, and slowly began lowering her body.

As the tip of the toy pressed against her tight opening, she realized how lucky she was that had been given the opportunity to coat it with her saliva. She was not enjoying the process at all, and the lubrication would make things far less uncomfortable. She gasped slightly, closed her eyes in pain, as the pink dildo slid into her; she was a virgin princess no more.

Zeal was frustrated. She had become sure that the princess would not give up her virginity so easily, yet there she was sitting atop a sex toy. In spite of that frustration, she was quickly losing control of herself; she feared she would have no choice but to seek release. Her cleavage, which was generously on display due to the nature of her dress, glistened with sweat due to the heat.

“Get started,” Zeal ordered.

Marle fought through the situation, and wrapped her legs around the Queen tightly then opened her eyes. Following orders, she lifted herself from the toy, then allowed herself to slide back down, groaning as she did so. Gradually, she sped up her pace, milking the toy with her tight pussy. As she went through the motions, her breasts bounced with every repetition; she noticed Zeal’s eyes glued upon them. Unfortunately, the nature of the actions she was performing caught up with her, and she was forced to face what she had hoped she would not have to: pleasure. Closing her eyes, she began to moan softly against her will.

Zeal was mesmerized by the show. More importantly, however, she noticed that her slave had begun to drift from her determined stance. Smiling cruelly, she reached forward, and took hold of Marle’s breasts, squeezing them. She watched with joy as Marle’s eyes flashed open in shock. She continued to massage the royal mounds, feeling Marle’s nipples grow stiff in her hands, as her slave had no choice but to continue pleasuring herself upon the toy. Feeling somewhat back in the driver’s seat, she took hold of the erect nipples between her thumbs and index fingers, and pinched them roughly; she earned a disgruntled, but pleasure-driven moan from the princess in doing so.

Marle’s plan to go about the entire situation as professionally, and void of emotion as possible was falling apart. She had gone from cold and machine-like to hot and longing for sexual release. Sweat coated her entire body as both the strenuous bouncing and the heat got to her. Her moist skin glistened with the light of the room with every movement. Needing a way to take control of the situation, Marle turned to her mind. She forced away the reality that she was having sex with Zeal, and forcefully imagined that she was with the man she loved.

Zeal watched as Marle closed her eyes in an attempt to focus. Zeal laughed to herself; she had not become Queen for just any reason. In spite of her twisted and cruel nature, she was quite intelligent as well. She would not give Marle the opportunity to escape the situation. She would force her slave to acknowledge that it was her Queen that giving her such intense pleasure. Her smile growing even wider, she began to concentrate.

Marle gasped in horror. Her thoughts had been hijacked. No matter how hard she tried, she could not imagine Crono in any capacity whatsoever. Instead, images of herself and Zeal flashed through her mind. She shook her head wildly, as she tried to shake the vivid imagery. She could only groan in pleasure and frustration, as she watched herself lick the Queen’s wet and hot pussy in her head, as if she had been addicted to her nectar. What was even more disturbing to the princess, is that the imagery was turning her on even more. Her body had been controlled before, with her thoughts left in her control; the exact opposite was happening now.

“No,” Marle moaned in pleasure, as she sped up her pace, eagerly slamming herself down onto the long and large toy. She did not want this. Not this way. It was supposed to happen under her own terms, her way. Yet, she found herself overtaken by the heat of situation.

Zeal laughed at the sight, earning an angry glare from the princess. She had found the new line, and forced the princess to cross it; she had forced to the princess to be pleasured by her Queen. Not wanting to waste the opportunity, she reached behind Marle with both hands. With her left hand, she squeezed the right cheek of Marle’s ass roughly, earning a short scream of shock from the blond. With her right hand, she extended her middle finger, and forced it into Marle’s tight asshole.

Marle gasped, losing her breath, as her ass was invaded by the Queen’s long finger. She could feel the finger moving within her as she forced herself up and down the toy. She began to moan uncontrollably, as she closed her eyes. Instantly, visions of the Queen assaulting her ass with the strap-on invaded her mind. What was even more terrifying was the fact that Marle caught herself wishing that it was actually happening. A single tear escaped one of her eyes, as she screamed loudly, hitting her climax. Every muscle in body tightened, as she was overtaken with wave after wave of the most intense pleasure she had ever experienced.

“That’s it, whore!” Zeal exclaimed madly, as she continued to pump her finger into Marle’s tightening ass.

Marle could not control herself, as she continued to milk the situation and the dildo, for all they were worth. She never wanted it to end. As the pleasure slowly began to subside, the fact that she had expended so much energy in the process hit the princess hard. She was exhausted, and it showed as she slowly slipped off of the toy, and fell to the floor in front of the throne. She stared blankly into the distance, as she had no more energy to focus on anything, even mentally.

Zeal, satisfied with her work, stood from the throne, over Marle’s body. “See? Nothing but a whore. You had best get used to this, as this is only the beginning. I promised that you’d be begging me by the time I was done with you, and I am not going back on that,” she stated sternly, as she watched the princess succumb to exhaustion, passing out on the floor.

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CHAPTER ADDED: August 2nd, 2010, 8:15 AM EST

Part of the reason it took so long to update this, in addition to the lack of motivation, was my desire to top the previous actions in the previous chapters. Marle had been engaged in a dual-blond primal lesbian sex scene, she had been turned into a pet and trained to be obedient to three mistresses, she had suffered through mind control, and more. I didn’t know where I could go from there, or how I could top all of it. I finally decided that sometimes, it’s best to go back to basics rather than topping everything that happened previously. If I can keep that mindset, and not worry about going up and beyond to find insanity, I should be able to come up with chapters faster.

Also, I ask that you check out my profile regularly. I will be setting up a blog to help me keep track of my thoughts with regards to my writing; the link will be added to the profile once it is ready. My email is on my profile as well; feel free to drop a line. And as usual, reviews are always lovely to read. Thanks, and it’s nice to finally bring something to all of you again.
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