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Star Ocean III: Till the End of Time: Descent

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Ch. 6: Slippery Slopes
The sun rose. More than one person was amazed - to say it had been a long night was something of an understatement. Clair gave a soft mumble a rolled on top of Nel, already awake and staring out at the dawn. Holding Clair close, she looked out the window and thought.
It had been a simple idea at the beginning: Knowing what we know about our universe, how do you go on living normally? How do you get up with enthusiasm, knowing that you're a construct of some computer program? Sure, you're 'alive' - or at least have free will - but everything about you can be reduced to a series of hexadecimal notation in a different universe. Nobody made the decision to live in the training facility, but the group had gradually ended up there over time.
Experiences change you. And there weren't greater experiences - or deeper changes - than those Nel, Fayt, and the rest had experienced, being thrust in front of your creator. Feelings of isolation ran deep throughout the group. On returning to their former lives, they found themselves unable to really communicate with people who hadn't been there. As such, they gradually shifted to the extremes of society - heroes, yes, but almost a different species. They left as utlanning or framling, and returned raman.
The deviance never started at first, but if you can't find comfort in the mind, the only other source is the body and heart. The latter flourished at first as romance sprung up between some of the comrades, but it hurt too much. Making an emotional connection first required accepting the true nature of the universe, something that nobody was really prepared for. Human instinct took over as carnal desires burned bright as the sole means of comfort.
Nel shook her red locks in the dawn light as she pondered life. It wasn't supposed to devolve into this. Perversion had become the new god, worshipped daily. Despite what some would consider atrocities - torture, rape, imprisonment - there was a feeling in the back of her mind that nobody, at their deepest core, really objected to what was going on, else someone would have escaped. After all, these were extremely capable people. Well, maybe not Maria - her descent still sent shivers through Nel's body.
The were not the thoughts of a warrior. Slipping silently out from under Clair, she stole to the closet, quickly procuring a variety of restraints in silence. As she handcuffed Clair's pale wrists together, her companion started to stir to life. Repeating the process to her ankles, Nel stood lovingly over her former commander as she blinked to life. "Nel! Wha-" Clair's protestations were cut short as a ball gag was stuffed into her mouth and tied around her head, ensuring the hair was left free of bondage.
Clair began to roll around on the bed in utter futility. Nel snickered. "Clair, calm down! Remember doing this to me? Huh?" Brandishing a length of cord, Nel quickly secured her in the desired position: fully trussed and secured to the ceiling, swinging slowly about in a circle, spewing muffled curses at her tormentor, but with a distinct gleam in the eye. Having completed her mission, Nel swept into a prolonged bow, holding it for some seconds, before calmly leaving the room, ensuring that the doors were left open - not that would have a made a difference.
Silence reigned in the house as a pair of wide eyes stared out from behind a gorgeous mask of a body, turning slowly about in the air.
Fayt and Cliff lugged Marietta's unconscious body back up the stairs. "C'mon, kid, move. If this leaks out, we're going to be in trouble. A lot of it." "I know, I know. It was worth it, though, wasn't it?" Cliff paused a quick second before responding. "Yeah, it was." The pair quickly navigated back to Marietta's "station". Placing their load on the ground, Cliff quickly secured her back into place, while Fayt made sure there wasn't an undue amount of cum on her.
Straightening up, they inspected the job. Cliff nodded to Fayt. "Get back to your room, I'll go make sure Mirage isn't inclined to talk.". The pair sprinted back down the stairs, heading back to their respective rooms. Ten feet away - five of it stone wall - Albel stood, going through his morning routine of swordplay, absorbed in the rhythmic movements. Even if he was a program, he intended to be a dominant one. Hearing the scuffle of feet in the hall, Albel simply slashed down once more, and smiled.
As the naked, cum-splattered Fayt stole back to his cell, Cliff jogged back to the room he shared with Mirage. He cautiously opened the door, checking to see that his comrade was still where he left her. Spotting a foot tied to a bedpost, he swung open the door, revealing the naked Klausian in all her glory, still spread eagle on the bed, apparently asleep. Cliff winced as his sore cock twitched - he had endurance, but hours with Marietta had completely spent him.
That being said, he was in a good mood. Understandably so. Bending down at the bottom of the bed where Peppita had been scant hours earlier, he began to lick softly at Mirage's folds, watching her as the sensation brought her eyes to a semi-lucid state, snapping open as they recognized Cliff. She smiled.
It didn't take long for the familiar couple to reach places they'd previously visited, her lover's tongue flicking back and forth with expert precision, continuing as a series of violent screams echoed and then subsided throughout the complex. Cliff untied the bonds, and the two fell asleep. Together.
Peppita walked into the main hall of the third floor. It was after all, her job to feed these people, though Tynave and Farleen cooked. Albel strode out out of his morning practice routine, sweat gleaming on his bronzed brow. Tossing Tynave and Farleen their daily pills, the pair soon fell back to the fireside, moaning as the chemicals worked their magic. Albel smiled. "Seems like any other day."
Peppita stared. To say this was out of character would be an understatement. Albel walked out the door. Whistling.

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Apologies if this doesn't meet expectations - I'm still not quite happy with it. There were a couple of fundamental choices made here that I am unsure will be good. Anyway.
--Thesus
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