Fran & Penelo Story 2 - Favorite Games
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Final Fantasy Games › Final Fantasy XII
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,624
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This story has sex, leather bondage (LOTS of it) & cute yuri fun. That said: Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy 12 characters or anything else, and I do not make any money from these writings.
Fran & Penelo #2 - Favorite Games - Pt 2
Fran & Penelo: Story 2 – Favorite Games (Part 2)
*WARNINGS: This story, just like the first one, IS FOR 18+ ONLY! If you don't like adult situations, don't read any further!! This chapter will contain BONDAGE, NUDITY and will involve a lot of girl/girl fun...*
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“I hope I’m included in that list,” Penelo quipped, causing the Viera to laugh and nod in acknowledgement.
“While I would very much regret losing such an amazing creature, I should think that is something left up to my accuser,” she retorted as she pulled out of the closet what had quickly become one of their favorite leather works; the armbinder.
Penelo couldn’t help but smile at the sight of it, as it was a sign that Fran intended to keep her bound for quite some time that evening. She couldn’t help but feel the warmth grow between her legs at the prospect. “Who said I wanted a choice in the matter?” she suggested as she turned back around and placed her arms behind her back.
Fran’s ears flicked excitedly and her heart pounded quickly in her chest at the submissive sight before her. The young girl was standing, completely willing to be bound and held without condition by her, and that thought still remained as amazing to her as their first time together. “I had hoped that you might have said that,” she answered, sliding the leather up and around Penelo’s arms.
“I think my Mistress might have hoped correctly,” Penelo conceded with a smile as she felt Fran take hold of two straps that rose up and over her shoulders before meeting their buckles just behind her shoulders. With the armbinder secure from sliding off her arms, Fran turned her attention to tightening the laces up from her captive’s wrists to just above her elbows.
“Nearly done, child…” Fran trailed off a few moments later as she tightened the laces over Penelo’s elbows, pulling them close enough to touch. “You really have become more flexible than I could have imagined, my sweet…”
“Aah!” Penelo gasped as Fran turned her attention to the last few laces at the top of the armbinder. “Thanks to all the practice you’ve given me, these past few months…” she teased, wiggling her securely bound arms back and forth behind her slightly. “Along with a few new stretching exercises I’ve learned!”
“One final knot, my heart,” Fran laughed as she pulled the last cinch in the laces as tight as it would go. Looping the ends of the laces into one final, secure square knot, she tucked the knot back inside the armbinder and just above Penelo’s now touching elbows. The Vieran captor ran her hands down her captive’s leather-covered arms tenderly, admiring the look and the feel of her lover’s bound form. “There…”
“Aaah…” Penelo sighed, squirming slightly at the sensation of the Viera caressing her arms. She had never known something so simple to feel quite as good, and she knew that the strap pressing between her legs was starting to become well lubricated. “Gods, Mistress…” she moaned, taking a step back into Fran’s body, barely able to stand the feel of Fran’s touch through the skin-tight leather.
“You like it, then?” Fran asked tentatively.
“I love it,” Penelo verified, wriggling her now firmly bound arms slightly behind her. The supple leather gave slightly, but thanks to the buckles that rose and secured over her shoulders, she knew, like always, that she was helpless until Fran decided that she was to be untied. “Did you…?” she trailed off, turning to look at the taller girl.
“Always for you,” Fran acknowledged, already knowing the question. “From here on, unless I am told differently, you are my only muse.”
“Good,” Penelo chirped. Blushing a bright shade of red, the bound girl flashed a warm, embarrassed and completely loving smile to Fran that melted her lover’s heart. “Because I don’t want to share my Mistress…”
“Penelo…” Fran trailed off, adoringly resting a hand gently on the blonde’s head. Somehow, Penelo could make Fran know with a glance or a smile just how she felt, and right now, her captor’s heart raced as it bathed in the appreciation and love of the young girl before her. “Your gift for words is outshined only by your beauty…”
“Look who’s talking…” Penelo giggled mischievously. “It’s lucky you keep me tied up all the time, because otherwise, if I saw you in that outfit any longer, I would have jumped you.”
Fran let out a laugh at the idea as she stepped past her bound captive and back to the closet. “My resistance would have been undoubtedly weak,” Fran replied, tapping Penelo’s nose playfully. “Just all the more reason to keep you secure in my craftworks…”
Penelo smiled, trying to kiss Fran’s finger as she pulled it away. “Yes, Ma’am!” she chirped, turning her attention to the mirror on the side of the room. “Wow…” she sighed, prompting Fran to look over. The bound girl had turned to the side to try and get a look at her new armbinder, and was marveling at the design as she rotated her body slightly.
“Such a simple word doesn’t begin to describe you,” Fran agreed, watching with a smile.
“Goof,” Penelo replied with a wink before looking down at her leather-encased arms. “This looks amazing, Fran!” she exclaimed, feeling her heart beat a little faster and her crotch grow a little warmer. Her eyes traced over the leather that fit as a black, shiny second skin over her arms. “It’s a good thing that you’ve kept me in your armbinders enough for my elbows to touch!” she continued with a playful glint in her eye.
“Every second of it has been a pleasure, my sweet,” Fran smiled. “And I do intend to keep my treasure in good practice...” she trailed off with a touch of playful menace.
Penelo laughed, turning back to face her captor. “Well, I wouldn’t want to ever upset my Mistress,” she explained with a mock-worried look. “But for only for her,” she finished with a smile. The sensations of the leather pulling tight against her silk-like skin and the strap pressing between her legs were beginning to send waves of pleasure up Penelo’s spine with every movement, and her blush was now turning to one of arousal.
Fran noticed the few drips of Penelo’s juices that were slipping out from under the leather strap and couldn’t help but feel her own sense of excitement grow, knowing that her captive Penelo was enjoying this as just as much as she was. “Are you ready, then, for the next part of tonight’s game?” Fran asked, her accented voice ringing with a note of suggestion.
“Yes, Mistress,” Penelo replied with a suggestive tone of her own, resuming the submissive role that she knew sent shivers up her captor’s spine.
“Come here,” Fran commanded, her tone soft, but firm. Penelo crossed the few feet between them to stand in front of her captor. Without a word, the leather-clad Viera reached up and secured the end of a long leash to a small knob attached to Penelo’s collar.
“Hmm?” Penelo asked, arching an eyebrow curiously. “A leash, huh?” she continued, giving Fran a playful smile. “Kinky.”
Fran chuckled, giving a slight nod. “Perhaps,” she acknowledged. “But I do like to keep my captives from wandering off and telling the world how ‘evil’ I might be…”
“Oh, of course,” Penelo nodded. “But who ever said I wanted to..?” she trailed off, her voice once more dripping with suggestion.
“Close your eyes,” Fran replied, feeling her heart beat ever faster in her chest at the vision in front of her. Penelo did as she was told, and Fran couldn’t help but notice the slight anticipatory smile that was tugging at the bound blonde’s lips.
“Another blindfold?” Penelo asked before suddenly feeling the touch of Fran’s arm, pulling her into an embrace.
“Not yet,” Fran whispered, leaning down to brush her own lips against the soft, pink, smiling ones of the girl who had let her tie her up.
“Mmmf…” Penelo moaned as she felt Fran’s lips press against her own, doing all that she could in her bonds to press against her captor and into the kiss. The leather slid back and forth against her now dripping pussy, and with a hunger that only Fran was able to bring out of her, she didn’t want the kiss to end. “Mihst-ress…” she moaned as Fran bit her lip gently before the kiss finally broke.
“Evil child, trying to distract me…” Fran chided as she pulled away from her blushing, out of breath captive. The girl’s chest, pushed out by the strict armbinder, was rising and falling underneath the leather body harness, and it was all that Fran could do to keep from reaching out to caress Penelo’s silky, luscious breasts.
“Can’t fault a girl for trying,” Penelo replied with a laugh. Her eyes were still closed, and her mouth was still hanging open as she tried to catch her breath. The leather strap pressed against her warm pussy with each breath, and each one sent a wash of pleasure over her entire body.
“Not at all, my sweet,” Fran trailed off, pressing Penelo’s chin down gently. Presented with the perfect opportunity, Fran reached into her closet once more. “But we can’t have you finishing our game before you’ve even begun…”
“Oh?” Penelo replied with a slight giggle before she felt a familiar touch against her lips. Dropping her jaw, Penelo felt a large ball slide past her teeth and settle deep inside in her mouth. “Mmmf!” she squeaked, adjusting her cheeks and lips around the ballgag as she felt Fran pull the straps behind her neck and buckle them tightly. “Ehfil Vhiera…” [Evil Viera…]
“Perhaps…” Fran chuckled to herself, peering around from behind her captive. “How is your gag? Too tight?”
“Ihf perfeht,” [It’s perfect,] the blonde replied, her cheeks pulling up into a smile behind the slightly spongy red rubber ball trapped in her mouth. She tried pushing against the gag with her tongue to show Fran, and as she expected, it wouldn’t budge. “Ah ahm fhully gahggd!” [I am fully gagged!]
“Just how I like my beautiful young captive…” Fran replied, her accent ringing with just a hint of a laugh of her own as she slid a small lock through the back of the gag, pressing it closed.
*WARNINGS: This story, just like the first one, IS FOR 18+ ONLY! If you don't like adult situations, don't read any further!! This chapter will contain BONDAGE, NUDITY and will involve a lot of girl/girl fun...*
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“I hope I’m included in that list,” Penelo quipped, causing the Viera to laugh and nod in acknowledgement.
“While I would very much regret losing such an amazing creature, I should think that is something left up to my accuser,” she retorted as she pulled out of the closet what had quickly become one of their favorite leather works; the armbinder.
Penelo couldn’t help but smile at the sight of it, as it was a sign that Fran intended to keep her bound for quite some time that evening. She couldn’t help but feel the warmth grow between her legs at the prospect. “Who said I wanted a choice in the matter?” she suggested as she turned back around and placed her arms behind her back.
Fran’s ears flicked excitedly and her heart pounded quickly in her chest at the submissive sight before her. The young girl was standing, completely willing to be bound and held without condition by her, and that thought still remained as amazing to her as their first time together. “I had hoped that you might have said that,” she answered, sliding the leather up and around Penelo’s arms.
“I think my Mistress might have hoped correctly,” Penelo conceded with a smile as she felt Fran take hold of two straps that rose up and over her shoulders before meeting their buckles just behind her shoulders. With the armbinder secure from sliding off her arms, Fran turned her attention to tightening the laces up from her captive’s wrists to just above her elbows.
“Nearly done, child…” Fran trailed off a few moments later as she tightened the laces over Penelo’s elbows, pulling them close enough to touch. “You really have become more flexible than I could have imagined, my sweet…”
“Aah!” Penelo gasped as Fran turned her attention to the last few laces at the top of the armbinder. “Thanks to all the practice you’ve given me, these past few months…” she teased, wiggling her securely bound arms back and forth behind her slightly. “Along with a few new stretching exercises I’ve learned!”
“One final knot, my heart,” Fran laughed as she pulled the last cinch in the laces as tight as it would go. Looping the ends of the laces into one final, secure square knot, she tucked the knot back inside the armbinder and just above Penelo’s now touching elbows. The Vieran captor ran her hands down her captive’s leather-covered arms tenderly, admiring the look and the feel of her lover’s bound form. “There…”
“Aaah…” Penelo sighed, squirming slightly at the sensation of the Viera caressing her arms. She had never known something so simple to feel quite as good, and she knew that the strap pressing between her legs was starting to become well lubricated. “Gods, Mistress…” she moaned, taking a step back into Fran’s body, barely able to stand the feel of Fran’s touch through the skin-tight leather.
“You like it, then?” Fran asked tentatively.
“I love it,” Penelo verified, wriggling her now firmly bound arms slightly behind her. The supple leather gave slightly, but thanks to the buckles that rose and secured over her shoulders, she knew, like always, that she was helpless until Fran decided that she was to be untied. “Did you…?” she trailed off, turning to look at the taller girl.
“Always for you,” Fran acknowledged, already knowing the question. “From here on, unless I am told differently, you are my only muse.”
“Good,” Penelo chirped. Blushing a bright shade of red, the bound girl flashed a warm, embarrassed and completely loving smile to Fran that melted her lover’s heart. “Because I don’t want to share my Mistress…”
“Penelo…” Fran trailed off, adoringly resting a hand gently on the blonde’s head. Somehow, Penelo could make Fran know with a glance or a smile just how she felt, and right now, her captor’s heart raced as it bathed in the appreciation and love of the young girl before her. “Your gift for words is outshined only by your beauty…”
“Look who’s talking…” Penelo giggled mischievously. “It’s lucky you keep me tied up all the time, because otherwise, if I saw you in that outfit any longer, I would have jumped you.”
Fran let out a laugh at the idea as she stepped past her bound captive and back to the closet. “My resistance would have been undoubtedly weak,” Fran replied, tapping Penelo’s nose playfully. “Just all the more reason to keep you secure in my craftworks…”
Penelo smiled, trying to kiss Fran’s finger as she pulled it away. “Yes, Ma’am!” she chirped, turning her attention to the mirror on the side of the room. “Wow…” she sighed, prompting Fran to look over. The bound girl had turned to the side to try and get a look at her new armbinder, and was marveling at the design as she rotated her body slightly.
“Such a simple word doesn’t begin to describe you,” Fran agreed, watching with a smile.
“Goof,” Penelo replied with a wink before looking down at her leather-encased arms. “This looks amazing, Fran!” she exclaimed, feeling her heart beat a little faster and her crotch grow a little warmer. Her eyes traced over the leather that fit as a black, shiny second skin over her arms. “It’s a good thing that you’ve kept me in your armbinders enough for my elbows to touch!” she continued with a playful glint in her eye.
“Every second of it has been a pleasure, my sweet,” Fran smiled. “And I do intend to keep my treasure in good practice...” she trailed off with a touch of playful menace.
Penelo laughed, turning back to face her captor. “Well, I wouldn’t want to ever upset my Mistress,” she explained with a mock-worried look. “But for only for her,” she finished with a smile. The sensations of the leather pulling tight against her silk-like skin and the strap pressing between her legs were beginning to send waves of pleasure up Penelo’s spine with every movement, and her blush was now turning to one of arousal.
Fran noticed the few drips of Penelo’s juices that were slipping out from under the leather strap and couldn’t help but feel her own sense of excitement grow, knowing that her captive Penelo was enjoying this as just as much as she was. “Are you ready, then, for the next part of tonight’s game?” Fran asked, her accented voice ringing with a note of suggestion.
“Yes, Mistress,” Penelo replied with a suggestive tone of her own, resuming the submissive role that she knew sent shivers up her captor’s spine.
“Come here,” Fran commanded, her tone soft, but firm. Penelo crossed the few feet between them to stand in front of her captor. Without a word, the leather-clad Viera reached up and secured the end of a long leash to a small knob attached to Penelo’s collar.
“Hmm?” Penelo asked, arching an eyebrow curiously. “A leash, huh?” she continued, giving Fran a playful smile. “Kinky.”
Fran chuckled, giving a slight nod. “Perhaps,” she acknowledged. “But I do like to keep my captives from wandering off and telling the world how ‘evil’ I might be…”
“Oh, of course,” Penelo nodded. “But who ever said I wanted to..?” she trailed off, her voice once more dripping with suggestion.
“Close your eyes,” Fran replied, feeling her heart beat ever faster in her chest at the vision in front of her. Penelo did as she was told, and Fran couldn’t help but notice the slight anticipatory smile that was tugging at the bound blonde’s lips.
“Another blindfold?” Penelo asked before suddenly feeling the touch of Fran’s arm, pulling her into an embrace.
“Not yet,” Fran whispered, leaning down to brush her own lips against the soft, pink, smiling ones of the girl who had let her tie her up.
“Mmmf…” Penelo moaned as she felt Fran’s lips press against her own, doing all that she could in her bonds to press against her captor and into the kiss. The leather slid back and forth against her now dripping pussy, and with a hunger that only Fran was able to bring out of her, she didn’t want the kiss to end. “Mihst-ress…” she moaned as Fran bit her lip gently before the kiss finally broke.
“Evil child, trying to distract me…” Fran chided as she pulled away from her blushing, out of breath captive. The girl’s chest, pushed out by the strict armbinder, was rising and falling underneath the leather body harness, and it was all that Fran could do to keep from reaching out to caress Penelo’s silky, luscious breasts.
“Can’t fault a girl for trying,” Penelo replied with a laugh. Her eyes were still closed, and her mouth was still hanging open as she tried to catch her breath. The leather strap pressed against her warm pussy with each breath, and each one sent a wash of pleasure over her entire body.
“Not at all, my sweet,” Fran trailed off, pressing Penelo’s chin down gently. Presented with the perfect opportunity, Fran reached into her closet once more. “But we can’t have you finishing our game before you’ve even begun…”
“Oh?” Penelo replied with a slight giggle before she felt a familiar touch against her lips. Dropping her jaw, Penelo felt a large ball slide past her teeth and settle deep inside in her mouth. “Mmmf!” she squeaked, adjusting her cheeks and lips around the ballgag as she felt Fran pull the straps behind her neck and buckle them tightly. “Ehfil Vhiera…” [Evil Viera…]
“Perhaps…” Fran chuckled to herself, peering around from behind her captive. “How is your gag? Too tight?”
“Ihf perfeht,” [It’s perfect,] the blonde replied, her cheeks pulling up into a smile behind the slightly spongy red rubber ball trapped in her mouth. She tried pushing against the gag with her tongue to show Fran, and as she expected, it wouldn’t budge. “Ah ahm fhully gahggd!” [I am fully gagged!]
“Just how I like my beautiful young captive…” Fran replied, her accent ringing with just a hint of a laugh of her own as she slid a small lock through the back of the gag, pressing it closed.