Fran & Penelo Story 3 - Keeping Secrets

Fran & Penelo: Story 3 – Keeping Secrets (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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The bustle of the streets turned into a quiet din as the morning drifted lazily on. Cheerfully humming away, Penelo turned off the warm cascade of water before sliding the shower curtain back to grab her towel. Drying herself off, she sang quietly to herself as she ran the soft material of the towel over her lithe, nude body. The petite blonde began to prepare for an incredibly important day, even if Fran refused to acknowledge it herself.



With a giggle, Penelo stepped into the walk-in closet that connected their bedroom to the bathroom. Sliding a drawer out of her dresser, she moved a few pieces of clothing out of the way to reach all the way into the back. She pulled out the set of silk and lace lingerie that she’d bought a week before especially for the day. Holding it up for a moment, she grinned; glad and a little thrilled that she’d finally have a chance to wear it for Fran.



She carefully pulled the stockings up her silky smooth legs, the black panties and the garter belt following them before she clasped the lace patterned bra around her chest. Darting back into the bathroom for a quick check in the mirror, Penelo couldn’t help an excited giggle in full approval of her outfit. She knew for certain that Fran was going to love it.



Pulling her still slightly damp hair into a simple ponytail, Penelo left the bathroom behind to head into and start her work in the kitchen. Fran wouldn’t be gone too long, and she needed to start getting things ready. Her hushed but joyful song continued as she opened one of the kitchen cabinets. Gathering ingredients and supplies, the blonde stated preparing what she could for their dinner.



The sun by was high overhead by the time her preparations were complete. Setting a timer, she grabbed a small snack before finding her way back to the closet again. With a grin, she turned to open up their other, much more interesting cabinet. Nearly all of their leather garments, bonds and toys lay behind the wooden doors, and every time she saw them they made Penelo’s heart race.



A warm, familiar tingling sensation began to tease between her legs as she thought about all the ones that Fran had used on her in their time together. Spying a few of Fran’s latest creations, her imagination ran wild with ideas for all the ones she wanted to be used on herself.



“Let’s see here…” Penelo mused, pushing a few straps and leather binders out of the way. After a short search, she picked out her equipment for the day. A bright blush shone on her cheeks as she made a few trips between the cabinet and the bedroom to get everything together. Taking a key from a drawer in the cabinet, the blonde had everything she needed to begin setting up for her plan.



“There!” she exclaimed several minutes later, securing the last lock on the chains that attached to their 4-post bed, finishing her preparations. With a proud smile on her lips, the young, lingerie-clad blonde stepped back to survey her work. Giving it an approving nod, Penelo grabbed the last two loose items off the bed, the book she was reading, and a few folded sheets of parchment to head back into the living room.



Setting her few supplies down on the coffee table between their couches, Penelo moved back to the kitchen to check on the parts of their meal that she’d already begun to prepare. Singing away once more with a smile as she peeked in the oven, she found herself satisfied with the progress. Closing the oven door, Penelo turned to slide the kitchen window open, hoping to enjoy the sweet midday breeze as it drifted lazily through their apartment.



Grabbing her book and the note, she settled into one of their two couches in the living room. Curling her stocking-covered legs beneath her, her song came to a close as the smile on her lips grew wider than ever. She let the book fall to her lap as she took a moment to look around the living room.



They’d moved into the apartment a little more than a month ago, and every day had been both a new and wonderful adventure. In the time they’d been together, the love she had for her beautiful Viera had grown deeper than she’d ever thought possible. The love Penelo felt and the love that she knew Fran held for her in return was a comfortable, warm glow that had long since settled over her. It was one that she hoped would never go away, and it only served to make her even more resolute to execute her plan for the day.



Opening the folded pieces of parchment, she let her eyes flick over the neatly curled handwriting of Balthier’s note. She’d received it a little over a week before, addressed specifically for her eyes only. Luckily, Fran had quickly forgotten about it, but the information that it bore had set a wider course of events in motion that Penelo had been only too happy to plan.



All of the ideas she’d had over the past few days had inspired her to give what she hoped would be a day and night that neither she nor Fran would soon forget. “You’d better get home soon, Fran…” Penelo sighed, folding up the well-read note and sliding it between the pages of her book.



She couldn’t help but steal a look at her body and let a small smile dance across her lips. The new lingerie looked every bit as amazing as she’d hoped it would, and she could barely wait to see Fran’s eventual blushing reaction.



Settling in to enjoying the mingling scents of their dinner and the breeze from over the market, Penelo curled up with her book and a throw pillow to listen for the sound of Fran walking up the stairs that led to their apartment. With a small chuckle, the blonde waited for the sound that would set her plan in motion.



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Fran rounded the last corner and found her way through the thinning crowd that lined their market street. The apartment she shared with Penelo was near the south end of the block, and she could finally see their building rising up over the shops that lined the road. A bright smile set across her features as the Viera found herself resisting an urge to start running to get home faster.



“Pardon me…” Fran said, stepping out of the way of a larger cart and shifting the bags she carried around her. Her own leather materials were tucked carefully away, along with a few spongy, colored rubber balls for a pair of new gags she’d wanted to design. Both would be made for use on her very willing muse, including one that Penelo herself had suggested. Merely thinking about them brought a small, giddy smile to her lips.



She’d managed to find everything on the list she’d brought with, all tucked carefully away in a bag or pouch of its own. Fran had also found a few extra sweets at a baker’s shop that she knew Penelo loved, but hadn’t asked for. The smile on her lover’s face when she saw them would be more than reason enough for going out of her way.



A small blush glowed across her tanned cheeks as Fran mused on just how much she enjoyed making the young blonde happy. The girl’s cheerfulness was something that had made her day time and time again since they’ve been together. Once they’d found an apartment together, Fran had soon found herself excited to return home barely minutes after each time she left, and that she missed Penelo’s company in the times when she was gone.



Crossing the halfway point of the block, she adjusted her bags once more to pull a key from one of her pockets. Ducking between the last few people, Fran's long ponytail swished gently behind her as she entered the walkway that lead to their block of apartments. She crossed quickly through the wide garden courtyard that grew in the center of the building, walking up to the stone stairway. Her long ears flicked excitedly as she passed the second floor landing on her way to the fifth, top floor. There, her home, and Penelo, lay waiting.



She found herself humming a small tune of her own while rounding the stairs and Fran couldn’t help enjoying how wonderful it felt to have someone she loved; someone who loved her that she could come home to. The afternoon sun had already started to turn over the open courtyard as she covered the last few steps that led her to their door.



The Viera could already pick out the delicious aroma of Penelo’s cooking from outside the apartment and in turn, her stomach growled with anticipation. She slid the key into the lock and turned it, returning the key to a pocket before opening the door. Once she did, Fran was met with a sweet, stronger scent that was enough to make her mouth start to water as she entered their living room.



“I’m back,” the silver-haired beauty called out as she closed and locked the door behind her. She slipped her sandals off as she listened for a reply that didn’t come.



Penelo hadn’t mentioned needing to leave the apartment herself that morning. “Hmm?” Fran asked, the curious quiet over the usual hush of the market below piquing Fran’s curiosity. Setting the bags that carried her leather and Penelo’s art supplies down on the dining table, Fran walked into the kitchen with the new groceries, deciding to start putting some of it away until the blonde chef desired it.



“Still cooking, I see…” Fran mused aloud with a smile, spotting a large pan in the oven to go along with the few other semi-prepared dishes that sat scattered among the spices and seasonings. It all smelled delicious, meaning that wherever Penelo had gone, it couldn’t have been far.



Closing the last cabinet door, a small chill washed over her. She sensed that she wasn’t alone in the apartment. “Penelo?” Fran called out once more, her eyebrows furrowing both in curiosity and a small degree of apprehension. “Are you there?”



There were no sounds coming from the rest of the apartment, and Fran decided it was high time to investigate. The door outside had been locked, and they were too high up for it to make sense to come in through a window. Quickly, her apprehension turned to a quick flash of anger. If anything had happened to Penelo, Fran would make the perpetrators of it pay more dearly than any of them could have ever imagined.



When she crossed through the doorway that led to their bedroom, the dull, nagging feeling that someone else was there with her grew past a fever pitch. “Pen-mmf!” Fran exclaimed, trying to call out once more before a thick cloth pressed firmly over her mouth and nose.



“Hnnnm!!!” Fran shouted, struggling to turn around to shake off her attacker. Whoever it was had jumped on her back and was pinning her arms tightly to her sides. The Viera tried to give a few more loud shouts and cries for help, but the exertions proved futile. Her ability to fight back wore down as each attempt to free herself only forced her to breathe in more of whatever chemical had soaked the thick, muffling cloth.



“Geh… ohhf…” Fran moaned, her protests growing weaker as a thick, dizzying haze settled over her mind. She started to feel more worried as her struggles weakened, wondering just what had happened to Penelo as she fell limp in her attacker’s oddly familiar arms.



She felt herself lowered slowly to the floor, her attacker ever careful to stay out of what little blurry sight she had left. “Hhnnn…” Fran sighed as her eyes dropped closed, trying to match the desire to sleep with the power of her anger and frustration. Her ears give a slow flick as she knew the battle was lost and that her attacker finally had her helpless. The cloth pulled away from her face and the faint scent of the chemical faded to leave behind a trace of a light, flowery, and almost familiar perfume.



“Pennh?” the woozy Viera tried to ask with her last moan before she felt her powerful but now useless body fall completely limp, the chemical carrying her off into unconsciousness.



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