Fran & Penelo Story 3 - Keeping Secrets

Disclaimer: This story has sex, leather bondage (LOTS of it) & cute yuri fun. That said: I do not own Final Fantasy 12 characters or anything else, and I do not make any money from these writings.



Fran & Penelo: Story 3 – Keeping Secrets (Part 3)



*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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“Hnnn….” Fran groaned. Her mind was still clouded over as she slowly rose back out of the dark world of her induced unconsciousness. She felt an unusual pressure over her body that she couldn’t quite explain that matched with a degree of stiffness. She stretched her legs out, trying to open her eyes to find that something wrapped over them, keeping her in darkness.



“Whah..?” [What..?] Fran asked, discovering quickly that the ache in her jaw and her muffled voice was not a coincidence. A large ballgag had been strapped tightly in her mouth to accompany her blindfold. “Whahf gohin..?” [What’s going..?] she called out before realizing that she could still detect the sweet scent of Penelo’s cooking wafting in from the kitchen. Reassured that she was at least still in the apartment, her attention quickly returned to her strange, new predicament.



“Nnngh!” Fran exclaimed, tugging at her wrists and ankles to find each one cuffed to a corner of what felt like a very familiar bed. The chains held her tight, allowing very little give and even less hope of discovering what had happened to her. As a cool breeze crossed her chest, her nipples hardened and there was no doubt in her mind that she had been stripped naked.



“Leh me ouhh!!” [Let me out!!] Fran exclaimed, fighting against the cuffs in hope that whoever had done this to her would at least make themselves known. When no response came from the quiet room, the Viera’s concern for herself was overtaken by another, scarier thought. “Gahdf, Pnehloh…” [Gods, Penelo…] Fran gasped, her heart sinking.



“Pweahf, noh…” [Please, no…] she whispered into the ballgag, fearful for her love. She had learned from their many travels together that the girl was hardly defenseless, but Fran couldn’t help to think that if someone had managed to get the drop on herself, she could only wonder what had happened to Penelo. She started to feel along the chains of the cuffs, hoping that her captor had been sloppy, that she could pry one loose from whatever they were chained to or that they didn’t have any locks on them.



In the midst of her struggles, Fran felt someone’s gentle touch run tantalizingly down her long, soft ears. The sensation stopped her dead in her tracks. An embarrassingly powerful shiver ran down her spine as her angry grunts turned into a deep moan. “Haaaaah…” she sighed, twisting on the bed.



The teasing touch continued on her other ear. They flicked quickly in a pleasure that Fran had felt only a few times before. “Aaah…” she gasped, her jaw dropping under the ballgag strapped deep in her mouth. She felt her cheeks light up in a blush as the grazing fingertips drifted over her cheek and down to her chest.



“Hnnn?” Fran asked. She tried to follow the hand with her gaze, but the blindfold continued to frustrate her every effort. She felt a warm breath on her chest that lasted for only a moment before one of her sensitive, hardened nipples was taken into her captor’s mouth.



“Aaahhhn!” Fran exclaimed, straining against her bonds once more, but for a very different reason. Her back arched up, her mind clouded over with the haze of pleasure and a hundred different thoughts as the teasing lips on her breast slowly trailed up to her neck. She was already growing wet, the thoughts in her mind all steadily buried under the wild rush of desire and arousal that was beginning to take its powerful hold on her.



“Hhhhnnnff…” Fran moaned, biting down on the gag. Her head craned almost automatically out of the way for her tormentor. Whoever this person was, they knew exactly where her favorite spots were, and they were taking full advantage of her helplessness. She strained against the cuffs as her captor’s warm breath on her neck set the Viera’s long ears twitching once more.



“Ohhh…” Fran sighed as a familiar weight settled over the side of her bare and helpless body. She felt her captor’s warmth pressing against her, causing a faint smile to tug at the corners of her gagged lips. Something pleasantly soft settled against her chest that washed away any remaining doubts in her mind. A slender finger traced over her wet lower lips, sending a sharp wave of bliss over the Viera’s securely bound body.



“Pnehloh..?” [Penelo?] she asked, fighting though the shudders of ecstasy that were pushing her towards the heights of orgasm. Fran heard a quiet but entirely familiar giggle that gave her captor away completely. The laugh combined with every other touch and feeling to tell her that despite her bondage, all was right with the world.



“You’ve been a very naughty Viera, Mistress…” Penelo teased, her gentle voice purring in a playfully sinister manner. Fran felt a hand reach behind her head. She leaned forward as much as she could to give the blonde better access, and with a quick tug, the blindfold fell off her eyes.



“Ah hahff?” [I have?] Fran asked. Her bronzed cheeks lit up into a blush as she was finally able to fully grasp her predicament. The curtains of their 4-post bed were closed around them, and she was bound completely nude to their bed, her arms and legs spread apart to each of the bedposts. They were all held by locked leather cuffs, and Fran couldn’t help a small chuckle at Penelo’s determination to keeping her bound securely and inescapably in place.



“Yes…” Penelo replied, her finger tracing a slow circle around one of Fran’s erect nipples. “An ‘Evil Viera,’ even…” she added.



“Fayf fhe gihrl who haf me tahd uhp…” [Says the girl who has me tied up…] Fran replied with a smirk from behind her ballgag. Penelo’s finger was setting her whole body tingling, causing her hips to shift slightly against the bed, longing for her lover’s wonderful touch.



Penelo herself was laying curled into her side in one of her favorite positions. The warm pressure of the other girl against her body had given her away. In their months together, they’d spent each night curled up together in some way or another, and Penelo’s touch, the feel of her against her body, was something she knew she’d never want to forget.



She was wearing a set of black lace lingerie that Fran had never seen before and it looked stunning as it clung to her lover’s body. The lace was a stark contrast against her soft, white skin. “Well, I think that you deserve a bit of punishment, Mistress…” the blonde asserted, lightly pinching Fran’s nipple. “You’ve been keeping things from me, and I don’t like it…” she elaborated, a small pout forming on her sweet, pink lips.



“Aah!” Fran gasped in response to the sudden tweak. “Wahh do yhu meahn..?” [What do you mean?] she asked, her brow furrowing in curiosity. She tried to think back over their last few months together, but she couldn’t think of anything that she was trying to hide from Penelo.



She’d come to love the younger girl more than she had ever loved anyone else in her long life, and they had come to share almost everything with each other. “Ah hahfn behn hahdihn ahnyfihn…” [I haven’t been hiding anything…] she professed, still unsure of what Penelo meant.



“Fran…” Penelo frowned, appearing hurt and more than just a little sad. The vision of her love looking like that was enough to break Fran’s heart.



“Hhnn…” Fran cooed as she pulled lightly against the chains. She wished that she could wrap Penelo up in a hug, but her bondage at the other girl’s hands would hold her until whenever her blonde captor decided otherwise.



“Fran, you know I love you, right?” Penelo asked, finally breaking the silence. She looked up hesitantly, locking her gaze with Fran’s.



“Nn hnn,” Fran nodded, giving the girl the best smile she could around her gag. “Ahn Ah luhf yhu too, chihl…” [And I love you too, child…] the Viera affirmed. “Mohr fhan Ah coulh ehffr tehll yhu, gahggd ohr noht…” [More than I could ever tell you, gagged or not…]



Penelo paused for a moment, a smile crossing her lips at the thought. A light rosy blush lit Penelo’s cheeks, and Fran could feel both their hearts speed up a little. They each felt tingles every time they heard the other reassert the feelings they both held for the other. “Then you know that I’m not going anywhere, right? That I want to be here with you, and that I’d share everything with you?” she continued with a resolute look in her eyes.



“Ah knoh… Ahn Ah woulh too…” [I know… And I would too…] Fran replied. Worry swept through her mind, and she couldn’t help but feel a little scared that something had gone very terribly wrong. “Whah hahpehnd, Pnehloh..?” [What happened, Penelo?] she asked, tugging idly against the cuffs.



Penelo looked back up at her, a curious look on her face. “Then why didn’t you tell me that today was your birthday?” she asked finally, her voice barely above a whisper.



“Aahh…” Fran stammered, her face lighting up in a bright blush. It hadn’t even occurred to her to mention her birthday in the first place, let alone that she’d forgotten to tell Penelo about it. After years of being out in the greater world of Ivalice, Fran had grown used to keeping many things close to her chest, often times omitting the personal details. “Aah… Ahm…” [I… I’m…] the helpless and slightly ashamed Viera tried to explain, unable to quickly find the right words.



“Fran…” Penelo sighed, shifting up on the bed to give her lover a kiss on her cheek.



“Ahm ffohry…” [I’m sorry…] Fran finally said, basking in the small glow that Penelo’s sweet kiss sent over her. “Ah didhn meahn to…” [I didn’t mean to…] she trailed off as everything that had happened that day began to make sense. Why Penelo had woken her that morning with an orgasm. The dinner she was cooking with its wonderful scent still wafting in from the kitchen. It even explained the new, very sexy lingerie that graced her exquisite form and even the look of sadness that had shone in the blonde’s soft brown eyes a few moments before.



“See?” Penelo scolded, lightly swatting Fran’s bared hip. “Evil Viera…”



“Ah guehf Ah cahnt cahl yhu ahn ‘Ehfil Huhm,’ fhen…” [I guess I can’t call you an ‘Evil Hume,’ then…] Fran chuckled, shaking her head. “Ahm rheally fhorry, Pnehloh…” [I’m really sorry, Penelo…] she echoed, trying as best she could to nuzzle the girl’s hand that was by her face. Her eyes, cast down in shame a moment before, rose to meet the blonde’s gaze.



“I know…” Penelo replied with a smile. Brushing some of Fran’s long white hair out of the way, she gave her love another light kiss on her cheek. “Balthier sent me a note a week ago,” she explained, her hands once more starting to roam slowly over Fran’s helpless and prone body.



“Oh…” Fran moaned, still feeling a little embarrassed. The man did love to meddle in her life when it came to making sure she was happy, so sending notes to Penelo certainly wasn’t out of the question. “Ihf nah fhah Ah meahn to be keehpihn fhecrehf… Ah juhf…” [It’s not that I meant to be keeping secrets… I just…] she stammered, goose bumps rising from Penelo’s caress.



“I know, silly…” Penelo said as her captive struggled to explain herself from behind her gag. “I’ve spent more than just these last few months with you, you know…” she reminded Fran. Her hand trailed lightly over the bond girl’s taut stomach, causing Fran to gasp and tense up at the tickling sensation.



“Aaah…” Fran protested with a small giggle, trying to slide her stomach out of the way to no avail. Her bonds were simple, but they were more than enough to hold her in place.



“You always kept everything to yourself whenever we talked about personal stuff,” Penelo continued, a serious look etched on her adorable face. “But I’m not just some nobody anymore!” she exclaimed, her hand resting on the Viera’s stomach.



“Ah knoh. Yhu’re mhy luhf…” [I know. You’re my love…] Fran answered with a warm smile around the spongy rubber ball.



Penelo’s lips curled into a wide grin, her blush brightening another shade of red. “And I love being your love, you goof…” she replied, tickling her fingers against Fran’s side.



“Aaah!” Fran squealed, trying to shrink away. “Pnehloh!” [Penelo!]



The blonde thrilled for a moment at hearing her bound lover shout her name into the gag, stopping her fingers as a small giggle escaped her lips. “So even if you don’t like celebrating it yourself, you don’t have to spend it alone ever again…” Penelo continued with sincerity in her eyes that reconnected with Fran’s. “But just know that I’m not going anywhere, and consider that maybe I’d want to celebrate you for a day?” she asked, her head cocking gently to the side.



“I want to share everything with you…” Penelo finished, her warm palm settling gently on Fran’s chest. Leaning up, she gave Fran one more kiss on her cheek before fixing the taller girl with a beaming smile. “Okay?”



“Mhy hearh…” [My heart…] Fran sighed, feeling a greater adoration for her love than ever before. Every single word that Penelo said melted her heart with joy. The fact that Penelo had done all of this, as odd as it may have been to any other girl, spoke volumes for how much she cared for her. It had been decades since Fran had felt nearly as loved as she did when she was on their bed with this beautiful, smiling blonde. “Frohm nahw ahn, ahl Ah ahm ihf yourhf…” [From now on, all I am is yours…] Fran agreed, giving the best glowing smile that her ballgag allowed.



“Fran…” Penelo purred, filled with an ecstatic glow as she nuzzled happily into Fran’s side.



“Yhu reahlly arh fohmfhin fpehfial, Pnehloh…” [You really are something special, Penelo…] Fran cooed, kissing the top of Penelo’s head from behind her gag. The adoration and appreciation she had for everything that this perfect girl was to her surpassed any love she’d felt for another in her life.



“Aww…” Penelo giggled, squeezing Fran in the best embrace she could manage. Her smile turned from a loving one into something very playful and mischievous as she looked back up at her blushing captive. “Say what you want, but don’t think that all your sweet-talk means you’re getting away with being naughty…” she teased with a wink.



Fran’s pulse quickened again as Penelo shifted into her very playful mode. “Ohf couhrf nah, Mihftreff…” [Of course not, Mistress…] Fran teased back, giving Penelo the meekest pout she could muster. Her bonds and rising desires made her happy to play along as she felt Penelo’s hand begin to slide lower, past her stomach.



“My Mistress needs to learn that she should never hide something special from her lover again…” Penelo chided, her warm fingers sliding lightly over Fran’s wet lower lips. The taller girl gasped into her gag as the grazing hand reignited Fran’s boundless desire for her lover’s touch.



“Mm hmm…” Fran giggled, nodding her agreement. She felt her whole body tense up in anticipation for the type of lesson that she hoped Penelo, her greatest and only love, had in store for her. Giving them another futile tug, she shivered at how the locked cuffs around her wrists and ankles held her fast on the bed. Being held captive by her lover sent new waves of emotion over her that she’d never felt before. Catching a glimpse of the amorous look in Penelo’s eyes and the playful, desirous grin on her face, the Viera could only raise her hips, hoping that Penelo would let her fingers slip deep inside.



“Fran…” Penelo cooed, adoring the sight of her beautiful lover, bound and willingly helpless for her alone on their bed. She could already tell the Viera was wet and ready for her.



“Hnnff..?” she moaned, giving the blonde a curious look.



Penelo laughed, her fingers grazing lightly between Fran’s legs again. “It almost seems like you might be looking forward to your lessons, Mistress…” she mused, feeling the taller girl’s hips rising up to try to press against her hand.



Fran blushed a deep shade of red, pulling gently against the cuffs that held her. “Mm hmm…” Fran confirmed, nodding a little. “Aaaahn…” she groaned, her eyes rolling back for a moment at the younger girl’s touch. Penelo smiled widely as her finger finally found its way between the Viera’s wet folds, causing her lover to moan deeply into her gag.



Teasing her most sensitive spots together, Penelo reached up to caress one of Fran’s long ears as her lips began kissing the bound girl’s neck. The sensations caused her to shudder visibly beneath her captor and her breathing to deepen behind the ballgag. “Captives aren’t supposed to enjoy their lessons, you know…” Penelo chuckled, her finger sliding deeper inside Fran’s warm and wet pussy.



“Buh…” [But…] Fran pleaded, struggling through the thickening haze in her mind to look over at her captor and lover. “Yhu’re fho guhh ah ih…” [You’re so good at it…]



“Well, thank you…” Penelo giggled quietly, giving the captive Fran another kiss on her cheek. “I have been getting some fantastic practice lately…” she teased. Both girls had learned each other’s bodies extremely well in their time together.



“Fhah yhu hahff, mhy luhf...” [That you have, my love…] Fran nodded, gasping as Penelo slid a second finger inside her. “Aaahn…” she moaned, her eyes pleading with Penelo for more. The blonde had quickly found all of her favorite spots, along with every button she could press to drive her beyond the heights of orgasm. Fran already knew about many of them, but the insatiable girl had found and was exploiting some she’d never known she had.



“Well…” Penelo drawled, seeming to mull over an idea. “Since it’s your birthday…” she trailed off as she teased Fran’s ears with a slow and seductive caress. “I suppose I can make an exception…” she finally agreed, a devilish grin crossing her lips. “But…”



“Buh..?” [But..?] Fran asked, her cheeks flushed red with arousal. Penelo’s fingers were now slipping both inside and back out of her excruciatingly slowly, causing the flames of her desire for her blonde captor to rise even higher. “Hnnnh…” she groaned, her hips rising on their own into and against Penelo’s warm, teasing hand.



“But…” Penelo continued with a playful grin. “I never said you’d cum quickly…”



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