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Star Ocean III: Till the End of Time: Descent

Ch.7: Fire Alarm

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.
Welch Vineyard rolled out of bed, a bright smile creasing her young features. Taking only a brief second to pull her auburn locks into their customary pigtails, she slipped into her jet black jumpsuit - black had become quite the fashion these days - grabbed her omnipresent staff, and swallowed a pair of nutrional supplements on the way out the door. She wasn't rushed on time, just excited.
Welch stood, blinking, as the sunlight washed over her. It was already getting on noon, but she couldn't help herself the previous night - Nel and Clair's tryst was too good to pass up. Of course, Nel was well aware she was playing to an audience. Welch's connections with inventors the universe over kept her warrior comrade well supplied with all sorts of useful, not to mention fun, toys. Blinking her hazel eyes once more, she set off across the town.
To say Welch was in high spirits would be an understatement. Sure, access to the best show in town - the assorted hijinks out at the Kirlsa Training Facility - was a nice plus, not to mention the cash recieved from farming out that video to a very few select and discreet customers. However, Welch often recieved the benefits in more direct ways, as she was about to now.
Arriving at the front door of Clair's house, she tried the knob, pleasantly surprised to find it unlocked. Not that locks were an obstacle to her technological wizardry. Welch quietly stepped through the house. Despite the fact that Nel had agreed to immobilize her prey in advance, she did enjoy the look of surprise.
Climbing the stairs to the third floor, Welch peered around the bottom of the door. Spying Clair helplessly suspended in the air, her grin creased even wider over her young, attractive face. Spending a quick moment in thought over how to achieve maximum surprise, she rolled a foreign object into the room.
Clair's eyes went wide as smoke began to fill the room. Soft light began to spring up from various points of the room, bleeding the the smoke. Clair twisted in her bondage, trying to make out more than the dark form moving quickly through the smoke. Demonic chants echoed through the room. Welch suddenly sprung out of the darkness, landing directly in front of her victim. The obsidian champion remained mute (aided by the gag), although she did recoil at the apparation.
"Oh, darn. I thought you were going to scream. Drat. Though that look in your eyes was still pretty good!" Welch chuckled, grabbing one of the candles she'd lit during the now-dissipating smoke cloud. "I guess most of these are useless now", gesturing out the window at the sunlight pouring in. She batted her eyes at the restrained Aquarian commander. "Then again, some people you know have accused me of liking fire entirely too much!"
Taking the lit candle, Welch slowly applied to heat to Clair's exposed nipples, giggling as they quickly became erect under the glare of the candle. "Seems I'm not the only one who likes fire around here!" Moving the candle closer, her giggles redoubled as Clair writhed in a futile attempt to get more than a fraction of a second's relief from the pain. Clair tried to yelp as her left nipple was singed, but Nel's ball gag effectively prevented any serious shouting.
"Oh, I do so love to hear screams!" Welch took out the gag, and moved the candle even closer to Clair's pale breast, smiling as the moans of pain rolled through her ears. Laying down the candle, Welch held Clair steady, and began slowly licking her soft folds, waiting for the inevitable moans of a different kind to roll throughout the room. And roll they did - Welch's tongue had earned its share of accolades over the years.
Picking back up the partially-melted candle, Welch grinned at the drops of liquid formenting in Clair's teased cunt. Holding the red candle high, she grinned sadistically as her own liquid joined the fray - drops of hot red wax falling down to land on the most sensitive area. The accompanying screams of agony and ecstasy were the music of heaven to the ears of the inventor. Clair spasmed in her harness, throwing her body around in the air in a desperate, futile attempt to escape from the pain.
The tormentor quickly reached down to unzip the top of her jumpsuit, fondling her own perky breasts in pleasure as Clair swung about, still screaming. Welch added her own soft moans as she gently massaged her breasts, before grabbing her captive again, raising Clair once again to the heights of pleasure, just shy of orgasm, before a veritable waterfall of red wax - whereas previously it was only a few drops - sent Clair once again into a screaming frenzy of pain and pleasure. But mostly pain.
Welch took the opportunity to fondle herself a little more as Clair cooled off from that last dose of wax. Before the revelations on the nature of things, she'd become quite the expert on self-pleasure, not being the type to socialize or form relationships. Even in this new environment, having changed from innocent to temptress, that didn't mean her masturbatory skills had atrophied. As Clair's moans once again began to subside, she smirked once more: it was time to increase the pressure.
Admiring the red sheen - partly wax, partly burns - of Clair's pussy, Welch slowly undid the knot which served to suspend her prey in the air. Letting some slack out in the rope, she slowly lowered the helpless Aquarian officer closer to the floor. Retying the knot such that Clair was hanging barely a foot off the floor, the inventor pulled up a chair underneath, such that Clair was lying on her lap.
Welch stroked the black locks of the beautiful body lying on her lap. "Clair...Clair...you know you enjoy this, don't you?" "Welch! You! Let me-" Her cries were silenced by a yelp as Welch brought her staff down across Nel's lover's bare, toned ass. "None of that! Nine more!" She repeated the spanking, as promised, turning the target zone a pale crimson.
"Goddamit, Wel-" Clair was silenced again as ten more blows rained down on her increasingly sore bottom. "I'm warning you, one more time, and I promise you things will get ugly. Now, tell me how you enjoy this, how you need it! Tell me!". Clair, however, was not the type to quit so easily. As she began another round of protests, Welch jumped up in a huff, collecting a pair of candles of the dozen she'd placed in the room.
Clair quickly fell silent. As Welch turned back to her, silence turned to pleading "No...I'll do anything...really...just...don't do it." Her pleas fell on deaf ears. A pair of auburn pigtails jiggled as the melted wax of two candles was poured out onto Clair's raw backside. This was followed by the rest of the candles being cruelly poured onto her, with the last three spilling their liquid onto black hair, fusing many clumps together with the wax. The result was actually quite becoming. This time, no smiles followed Clair's screams of pain.
Welch sat back down to her seat, administering a full 25 more spanks before addressing her helpless toy once more "Now, Clair. I believe you have something to tell me?" She raised an eyebrow at the limp, wax-spattered form lying across her. "Welch...thank you....I needed that. So badly." Clair let out a soft moan, twitching in the younger girl's lap. Welch clapped her hands together, lovingly stroking Clair's toned form.
"Good! I'm so looking forward to next time! I have no doubt Nel will let me have some more time with my...toy...now that we've got such a special bond!" She let out another girlish giggle before loosing Clair's bonds such that she could escape, given fifteen minutes or so of effort, before veritably skipping out of the room.
Inside her house, the raven-haired Aquarian warrior lay still inside her now-ornamental restraints. Thinking.
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