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Star Ocean III: Till the End of Time: Descent

I do not own any of the rights to Star Ocean III or any of it's characters. The words, however, remain property of the author.

Ch. 2: Lifestyles
Nel Zelpher strode back out into the corridor, Albel Nox following closely at her heels. She settled into a leisurely stride, boots stepping softly from years of habit, even though there was no need to tread softly in her own domain: here, she was unquestionably queen. Albel flicked a cruel glance at Marietta, who renewed her struggles to attract attention and hopefully freedom. He started to speak, but was quickly cut off by the imperious woman before him. "You can play with her any time - better things to do now." Nel kept walking, not even bothering to stop.
They passed the occasional doorway or cell, more than comfortable in each other's presence, when the red-haired warrior restarted the conversation: "Is Clair around? I can't recall seeing her much recently." "She never experienced what we did." "Too true, but it'd would've been a nice surprise." Ablel guffawed outright at this pronouncement, shaking his shoulders in mirth. "Perhaps for you. That lady has got a mean streak. I wouldn't want to pit even Mirage against her when she's in one of her moods. Why, did you see how she went after Peppita after that...girl...wouldn't stop talking back?"
Nel froze in the hallway. "I wasn't aware." Albel shrugged casually, aware that he was in risk of displeasure, but he was rarely one to be punished. There were better targets. "I can more than understand none of the maggots bringing it up. I suppose it just slipped my mind - you've been out and about recently yourself, you know." Nel nodded slightly, conceding the point. "Regardless, what did happen?" Albel shuffled his feet in thought for a second, before launching into the tale.
"Well, our *dear* pony had been watching some of the usual actions. I gather that Sophia had been receiving, heavily, without complaint, might I add, from Fayt and Cliff under the supervision of Clair. As I was told, after Fayt and Cliff had fed Sophia her usual dose of semen, Peppita took the gross step of opening her mouth and insulting Sophia for accepting the degradation. And Clair just lost it." Albel paused his tale, trying to phrase his words without offending Nel, for Nel and Clair shared a truly special bond, established in all ways well before Fayt and the others had ever heard of Elicoor, 4D beings, or anything else.
"99% of the time, she's the least cruel of any of us, but as I'm sure you know, she has a streak to rival anyone's, including yours, my Queen." Albel bowed, somewhat sarcastically, at the formal, albeit incorrect, address. "Regardless, Clair had her bound, and started at her with a hot poker. I heard the screams myself, and came down to look. When I arrived, Peppita was covered in burn marks, including a ragged stump of hair where one of her pigtails had been. Fayt, Cliff and Sophia had all shied away to the corner of the room, and Clair was on the verge of ramming the poker, still quite hot, up the pony's cunt."
Albel took a deep, uncomfortable breath, a sign of the violence expressed by Nel's former commander - it took a lot to make Albel the Wicked uncomfortable."I managed to grab Clair before she could do some serious permanent damage, but I don't hesitate for a second that she would've gone through with it had I not arrived. You're going to have to talk to her... I think there's some lingering resentment for being left in the shadows while we went off on our travels. Upon returning to this place with us", he gestured at the stone walls enclosing the pair, "I think she just couldn't deal with the reality of the universe.'
The duo trudged on through the halls, both deep in thought after the relation of Albel's story. Both were quite accustomed to the paroxyms that suffsed Clair at times - Nel could remember years ago, during a particularly passionate bout of lovemaking, her commander had gently drawn a dagger against her breast, lapping up the blood from her soft, pale skin. Nel also remember the waves of pleasure coursing through her slender frame as the knife cut cleanly into her skin. Nel's mind flashed through kisses, cages, tongues, ropes, toys, a dozen days and a hundred nights of blissful sexual experimentation with one she truly loved.
Nel was suddenly jerked back to the present, having walked through the entirety of the facility without noticing, her mind wrapped up in a simpler time. Seeing that his compatriot had swung back to reality, Albel made the continuing joke of needing to modify the elevator so one didn't need to walk down to the first floor to board it. "I suppose there's nothing we can do now, anyway." Pausing, he continued "After all, Clair seems to have left, and could be anywhere by now. In any case, we do have some business to attend to, don't we?" He gave an exaggerated wink, and Nel chuckled. "Yes, I suppose we do. I hope you weren't too rough on Fayt and Sophia this morning, were you?" "Nothing out of the ordinary, I assure you" said Albel, running his fearsome claw against the stone wall, triggering a shower of sparks. "Fayt might be a little tired, but he's been through much worse." The redhead nodded in agreement. "Of course, that doesn't mean much, given what you've done to him, Nox." Albel threw up his hands in mock guilt. "I will admit to him being a wonderful distraction, and no more, but from what I kept hearing from him after all our battles, I-can-take-anything-la-la-la, he should've been able to easily handle it." Nel nodded, and threw open the cell door they had finally reached.
The interior of the cell was gloomy, lit by a solitary torch and made of the everpresent brown rock. However, the attention of our warriors was not focused on the surroundings, but on the action. Sophia was lying on the ground, lightly chained by a single silver strand to her left ankle, with only shreds of pink and purple hanging off her. Fayt, clothed in only a blue bra and blue panties, was kneeling over her apparently comatose body, slowly sliding his rigid cock in and out of her unprotesting flesh, moaning softly to himself. Albel immediately leaped forward, forcefully ripping Fayt away from the unconscious Sophia, tossing him against the wall. Nel strode in behind, her eyes ablaze, knuckles turning white. "Fayt..."
Fayt woke up from his momentary unconsciousness after being hurled against the wall as a short flogger snapped painfully against his face, leaving a trio of bright red marks on his right cheek. As his eyes snapped open, he let out a sharp yelp of pain, quickly silenced by Nel's boot kicking him squarely in the stomach. Fayt collapsed to the floor on his hands and knees. Scanning the room for a brief second, he managed to notice that Albel and Sophia were nowhere to be seen before a gloved hand reached down and grabbed his chin, forcing his gaze into the fiery eyes of one extremely angry woman. A woman you don't want to get mad.
"I usually don't share the same feelings toward you as Albel does, but "maggot" is definitely appropriate. You know the rules, don't you? Don't you?" Fayt nodded quickly, head bobbing, anxious not to incur greater wrath. "But this time it's not regretted. I suppose you thought you could get away with it, but was the chance of being caught breaking the hierarchy really worth it?" Nel sighed to herself, shaking her head in disappointment. "It's not like we haven't let you sample her offerings on more than one occasion, is it?"
Fayt nodded again, this time daring to utter a reply: "I know Mistress, and I was grateful for those chances, but I just couldn't control myself...", before looking back down at the stone floor. Nel sighed again, gently lifting his head back up to match his blue eyes with her reds. "I suppose I can't castigate you too harshly for something that was only sexual - we all need the escape and healing as much as the other - but don't think you're going to get away with this, and I would be surprised if Albel is as forgiving as I am."
With that, with the ease of practice, Nel snapped a black collar and lead to his neck, jerked the young man, still clothed only in blue bra and panties, to his feet, leading him back into the labyrinth that was the Kirlsa Training Facility. Home.
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