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Descent	By : Thesus Category: +S through Z > Star Ocean 3 Views: 3304 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Star Ocean III: Till the End of Time: Descent

Ch.10: Turnabout

Disclaimer: All characters depicted are creations of Square Enix and Tri-Ace and I hold no claim or copyright to any of them. The words, however, remain the sole property of the author.
Hearing a soft knock on the door, Mirage stirred to life. As her eyes flipped open, she noticed Cliff remained sprawled next to her. Attempting to roll out of bed, she noticed that she was still bound to the posts; though the knots had been partially undone at some point. "How unlike him", she whispered to herself.
Spending a few quick seconds tugging free of her former restraints, Mirage silently slid out of bed, and opened the door to retrieve breakfast. While eating in the glare of the morning sun shining in the small window, her eyes never strayed from Cliff. Finishing, she stood. "Maybe someone else."
With that declaration, the blonde Klausian stole over to the closet, assembling an assortment of bondage gear, which was quickly put to use securing Cliff. One ball gag, cuffs around the ankles and hands, and a collar chained to the bed later. Mirage was on her way out the door. Amazingly, her longtime companion was still comatose.
Pausing outside the door, still only clad in her nighttime lingerie, composed of simple matching yellow bikini panties and bra, Mirage surveyed the halls, wondering where she ought to go. After all, opportunities like this � Nel gone, and Albel uncaring � didn�t come along that often, and one ought to make the most of it.
Starting down the hallway, the mostly naked, lithe female crept along almost silently. A few twists through the now-familiar maze of �home� brought her to an unlocked cage. Passing her hand over a few iron bars, Mirage looked in on a jumble of soft brown locks � Sophia slept silently, not bothered by her silver restraint.
Slipping silently insided what passed for Sophia's restraint (a continual encouragement for her to step into a more dominant role), Mirage conceded a grumble at the lack of privacy afforded by the bars which comprised the fourth wall of her target's cell. Obviously, it wouldn't be wise to play here: If Albel's taste for discipline returned, or, even worse, if Nel or Clair showed up; things would be ugly. Plus, even some sound would carry.
This in mind, Mirage crept across the stone floor of the cell. In one fluid motion, she produced a ball gag and deftly forced it inside Sophia's mouth. As she blinked to consciousness, the Klausian followed that up by wrapping a scarf across her mouth, eliminating any chance of unwanted noise. Sophia found herself jerked roughly to her feet, face to face with her captor, still clad in only her matching yellow bikini panties and bra.
"Listen to me. Closely. If you don't try to escape, get help, or whatever; this will go a lot easier. You might even enjoy it. Okay?" The brown-haired girl found herself nodding. "Good." With that, Mirage severed the thin silver links with a swift kick, gave a sharp tug on the scarf, and started marching Sophia through the complex.
The odd couple made a furtive dash, heading for the elevator. Once inside, apparently unnoticed, Mirage stabbed the button for the roof, and gave her captive a vicious grin, fading as she realized the amount of noise the device was making in its ascent. Walking back to the central hall from his recent interlude, Albel cocked an ear at the unexpected noise, smiled, shrugged, and walked on.
After the elevator stopped on the roof of the facility, Mirage paused for a few minutes, waiting to see if pursuit was coming. When the silence betrayed the answer, Sophia found herself looking down another cruel smirk. Helping herself liberally to a few implements Nel always had laid out on the roof, Mirage pushed Sophia out into the unexposed roof, where a light rain had just started to fall.
The rain softly splattered their clothes as the two females stood under the darkening sky. Discarding the scarf, Mirage shoved Sophia up to the pillory which had lain unused since Fayt's last trangression. Locking her hands and then her head in place, Mirage contentedly paced aroud her bound conquest, a smile gracing her delicate lips. "Positively...delicious", she purred.
Taking a knife which she had just acquired from Nel's playset, Mirage stabbed downwards, carving off Sophia's rain-splotched pink and purple outfit, letting the shredded garments fall to the stone. Sophia's gasp of pain was muffled by the ball gag as Mirage struck too deep, drawing a deep red line of blood down her left shoulder. Mirage chuckled. "How cute." Continuing to pace around her victim, admiring her now-nude and bleeding body, the Klausian struck again, drawing pinpricks of blood on each of Sophia's taut, perky breasts, evoking additional silenced screams of pain.
"Oh, my pet...this is just the beginning." Running her soft finger seductively over Sophia's lips and chin, Mirage laid her cold steel against the cleric's breasts, revelling in the shivers of cold that ran through the bound girl; augmented by the cool rain. Her smile creasing over in malice, the dagger sparkled as a variety of cuts were opened on Sophia's pale skin: across her left cheek, stomach, and each leg.
Mirage stood back, examining her handiwork approvingly as her slave continued to writhe in pain, her yelps cut off and her head and hands unable to move. Leaning down, she began to lap, caressing Sophia's breasts with her skilled tongue, quickly turning cries of pain to murmurs of pleasure as Mirage continued to work, enjoying the taste of an occasional drop of the young girl's blood.
Releasing Sophia's breasts from her mouth's grasp, Mirage stepped around to Sophia's as-yet unmarked ass. Bending low, she let her tongue flick at Sophia's pink, moist folds a few times, enjoying the sound of Sophia's abrupted moans of pleasure. Withdrawing quickly, the blonde picked up a wooden paddle she'd previously collected.
"You can thank darling Cliff for this", Mirage whispered, accompanying by a hard thwack of the paddle across Sophia's bare bottom. Were Mirage looking into her eyes, she would've seen tears form. By the tenth hard whack, Sophia was audibly crying from the pain, her ass a bright red on both cheeks. Unfortunately, Mirage was just getting warmed up. Applying another twenty solid spankings, Mirage had to pause for a second to relive an urge - cured by two fingers examining her own warm cunt. Spanking Sophia was working up quite the sexual appetite in the cruel dominatrix.
Her breath coming in short gasps, Mirage, her panties and bra quite soaked by the intensifying rain, dropped the wooden paddle, bending down to pick up a black leather whip, a small solitary barb tipping the end. Sophia continued to moan as the pelting rain irritated her prior wounds, though it did provide some relief to her red ass. Mirage brought the whip down in a wimpy stroke across her captive's bare back, sparking muffled cries of pain.
A positively malicious chuckle escaped the blonde tormetor as she brought the cruel whip down a second time using her whole body, setting Sophia on fire. Watching her squirm and squeal, despite being gagged and bound, Mirage couldn't resist slipping her fingers inside, bringing herself dangerously close to orgasm. Restraining herself from going over the edge, Mirage began to repeatedly lash out at her slave, ten times, twenty times, losing herself in the frenzy, sparking her orgasm.
Mirage's screams echoed and subsided across the apparently barren plain. As she fell to the stones, staring at Sophia's lacerated back oozing blood, lightning punctuated the sky, flashing brilliance. As she collapsed, she spotted a red-headed figure dashing across the landscape below. Scrambing back to her feet, Mirage ran back to the edge of the roof to confirm her suspicion: Nel.
As a sinking feeling materialized in her stomach, Mirage's gaze flicked over to Sophia. Did she have time to return her and claim innocence? Unlikely. Mirage took off at a run for her quarters. Maybe she could claim innocence. After all, nobody else would step forward.
Sophia stared at her retreating captor, trying to stem her tears as the violent rain ripped into the dozens of cuts in her back, breasts, legs, and face. If Mirage had turned, the raging fury in her eyes would have shaken her to the core.

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Seriously, it's been six chapters since I got a review. Does anyone actually follow/enjoy this, because I have a few other games I'm thinking of writing for.
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