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High Stakes	By : DrChristmas Category: Final Fantasy Games > Final Fantasy XIII Views: 2246 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-High Stakes
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Lightning was not kept waiting on the cold, steel floor long. A pair of featureless, identical, armored PSICOM troopers marched out of the same passage the Adamantheron had, picked her up by her forearms and dragged her out. They took her to what she guessed was where they processed their detainee’s. What clothes remained to her were rudely removed and the blood coating her skin was blasted away by a high pressure hose. She was thrown a towel and ordered to dry herself. She did so wordlessly. When she had finished one of the guards threw her a set of bland, grey clothes and underwear. Neither of the men present looked away as she dressed herself. After slipping the too large shirt on, she lifted her long pink hair out of the back of it and draped it over her left shoulder. Now that she was finished, the guards ushered her down a series of identical, featureless bare steel hallways line with identical, featureless bare steel doors. They stopped her in front of the only distinct door she had seen yet. It was made of a dark red wood and had intricate carvings decorating it. The troopers opened the door and shoved her inside, closing it behind her. In contrast to uniformly bright, utilitarian lighting the rest of the complex demonstrated, this room was lit warmly by sconces along the walls. The room was deceptively large, easily the size of the arena she’d been in earlier. It was opulently furnished with frighteningly expensive furniture. A large, dark red couch sat midway against the left wall, joined by matching footrests. The carpet was similarly red and gloriously soft against Lightning’s bare feet.

From the ceiling hung a single massive tusk from an Adamantoise as a trophy, stretching clear from one of the room to the other. At the back left wall sat a door, also intricately decorated, Lightning guessed it led to sleeping quarters of some kind. The right wall was covered in certificates and awards and pictures of a certain woman shaking hands with powerful people or standing victorious over a beast. Lightning walked over and inspected one such picture of the woman, standing atop the head of a slain Adamantoise, one of it’s tusks missing.

“Magnificent creature, no?” The voice startled Lightning and she leapt back a step. She turned to see where the voice came from and saw the woman from the pictures. She towered 6 inches over Lightning’s head, her pale white hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. She was garbed in a specially tailored suit of PSICOM armor which obscured her figure, though Lightning could tell she was muscular. Her right eye was covered by a stylish, metallic eye patch and her good eye swiveled to take in Lightning. The woman looked her over, appraising her. She tutted. “Tch. The way they told me you killed my monster, I’d have thought you more…substantial. Look at you. You are so skinny!” The woman’s voice was husky and thick with a curious accent. She accentuated her statement by patting the sides of Lightning’s stomach with her gloved hands. “Oh! Where are my manners. I am Captain Ekaterina Rosalyn, Head of PSICOM Prisoner Rehabilitation Division in Bodhum. It is good to meet you Sergeant Farron.” She removed the glove on her right hand and offered it Lightning to shake. Lightning refused. Captain Rosalyn shrugged and tossed both her gloves over her shoulder. She turned to look at the picture again and smiled as she recalled the memory. “You know, that beast killed 14 men I trained personally? It was very saddening to me. Though I took great pride in delivering the killing blow, it was nonetheless unfortunate.”

“How in the world did you manage to bring such a thing down?” Lightning finally spoke. She found the woman’s manner curiously disarming while at the same time quietly threatening. The Captain grinned wide and brought her right arm up and flexed her bicep.

“I am very strong you know. All my people are.” She boasted proudly.

“And who are your people?” Lightning asked. The woman chuckled and waggled a finger at her.

“Not important. I believe the rest of my guests should be here any moment and then we can begin. Oh! We are going to have such a good time!” She giggled merrily and clapped her hands together like a child. Despite herself, Lightning smiled. There was a knock on the door and The Captain practically skipped over to it. She opened it and conversed briefly with whoever was on the other side. She stepped to the side and what came in next made Lightning’s heart drop. Jessi came stumbling through the door, shackled and manacled, followed by three young children, two girls and a boy. Jessi saw Lightning and her eyes lit up. She hobbled over to her sergeant as fast as she could and mashed their lips together. Rosalyn made a noise of approval as the two kissed. Lightning reluctantly pushed Jessi away and looked her up and down for injuries, finding none.

“Jessi! Where have you been? What have they done to you?” Jessi put on a confident grin.

“Been in a cell with these kids. No one did anything to me. Just tossed me in there and left. I should ask you the same question ma’am.” Lightning looked away and her hands tightened around Jessi’s shoulders.

“I….don’t worry about it. I’m fine.” Lightning said, convincing no one. They were interrupted by Rosalyn poking her head between the two of them.

“Oh my, I was not aware you two were eh…involved.” She said, stretching out the last word like it was very strange to her. Jessi glared angrily at her.

“It’s not like that. We’re just…very close friends is all.” She said. Rosalyn smirked mischievously and winked her good eye at the younger woman as if to say ‘Suuure’.

“Well, it makes this easier anyway.” She stood up straight and ushered the two woman away from the wall. The Captain clapped her hands twice and the door in he left wall opened and a young girl, no older than fifteen came scurrying out and stopped at her side. “Girl. Fetch the card table if you would and be quick about it.” The girl nodded and disappeared back into the room, emerging several moments later, hefting a large round table, bigger than she was. She busied herself setting it up. “This girl was one of my first subjects. You see, at my division we are tasked with finding ways to rehabilitate dangerous and violent offenders. The kind you do not simply release. She came into my care at the age of five when her parent’s were killed.”

“You mean when you killed her parents?” Lightning spat at her. Rosalyn waved her hand dismissively.

“The Who is not important. What is important is that she was brought to me and I saw in her the potential to become a…how do you say…proof of concept for the techniques we have been developing. Look at her. She is completely subservient.” The girl had finished setting up the card table and now stood motionless beside it, eyes focusing on nothing in particular. “Allow me to demonstrate. Girl, strip.” She commanded. Wordlessly and mechanically the girl pulled her shirt, identical to Lightning’s, over her head, revealing her pale stomach and petite breasts. She pulled her pants down and stood naked, her pale, wispy body hairless save for the close cropped brown head of hair. Rosalyn smiled. “She has been made the perfect employee. She will do precisely what she is told, when she is told without hesitation. Girl, masturbate.” The girl moved her hands in between her legs and began to finger herself, her expression still blank.

“Stop it Rosalyn!” Lightning yelled, lunging at the woman. She stepped to the side and kicked Lightning’s feet out from under her, sending her crashing to the floor.

“Now now, Ms. Farron. Do not be so hasty. Girl, you may go.” The girl turned and scurried back into the room she had come from.

“What do you want from us?” Lightning demanded, her anger returning some of the fire to her. Rosalyn cocked an eyebrow curiously at her.

“Hasty hasty. No fun.” She sighed. “Very well. We will get down to business as it were. You and your friend were brought here so that you may be taught not to interfere in my affairs. The beach house where you so rudely turned away my darling little soldiers was my doing. Those wretched people owed me a great deal of money and thought they could get away with not paying me. Obviously they were mistaken.”

“You killed them because they owed you money?! Is that all?” Lightning practically snarled. Rosalyn whirled and slapped her across the face, all the humor gone from her face, replaced with an expression dripping with malice.

“Do not take that tone with me girl. They did me a great disrespect. I provided them with that home. I paid for it. I paid for them. All I asked in return was to run some tests on their daughter. Harmless. They spat on my kindness, they spat on me! NO ONE SPITS ON ME.” The Captain roared at her, her eye now wide and wild with rage. Lightning felt Jessi grab her hand and squeeze it tightly. “All these children here! All their parents spat on me! This one!” She stomped over to the older child, a 13 year old girl with light brown skin and long dark hair and dragged her back over to Lightning. “Native of Pulse. I helped this girl’s family sneak onto Cocoon and make a life. When I came asking for my dues, they balked.” She shoved the child away and brought the boy over. “This one. His mother needed a new kidney. I GRACIOUSLY provided her with a fine, hardy replacement. She refused to pay! Claimed she could not!” Rosalyn discarded the boy as well who fell on his rear and began sobbing, the older girl went to him and cradled him, cooing gently to him. The captain pointed angrily at the final girl, small and trembling, no older than 8. “And her! Her father was up to his fucking eyeballs in gambling debts! I made them go away. I personally killed 4 men to do so! How did he thank me? He tried to hide!” Rosalyn stood before Lightning, her rage causing her breathe to come in snorts and heaves. Her one good eye closed and she breathed deeply. It opened again, bringing with it the genial manner she had presented earlier. “Now. Your purpose here is to be humiliated. Whether or not you end up like my little servant is up to how well you play along.”

Rosalyn clapped her hands again and the girl again came scurrying out, still naked

“Cards please girl.” She hurried away and returned with a deck of cards which she held out to Rosalyn. She took them and shooed the wretched girl away. “Now. We will play a little game. Rules are very simple. You will take turns here picking a card. I will pick one as well. Highest card wins. If you win three times in a row, I will remove a piece of clothing. I must have something at stake after all. If you win enough to completely strip me, I will release the children from their debts and see to it they are well cared for during their lives. Additionally, I will place myself at your mercy. Each time I win however, you will remove a piece of clothing. Should all of you lose all of your clothing, I will make you my playthings to do with as I please.”

“Why would we agree to this?” Lightning asked, still simmering with rage. Ekaterina grinned wickedly and patted the pistol holstered on her thigh.

“If you don’t I will simply kill you here and do to these sweet little children and your ‘good friend’ what I did to my servant. I‘ve been meaning to find someone to clean the barracks toilets.”

Lightning sneered and made to attack her but Jessi held her back.

“Don’t. Please. Let’s just play along. She can’t be allowed to hurt these children.” Jessi whispered to her. Lightning sucked her teeth and relaxed. She was right.

“Fine. We’ll play your sick game.” Lightning said through gritted teeth. Rosalyn clapped childishly again.

“Excellent! Girl! Two chairs!” She shouted. The girl emerged carrying two comparatively simple chairs and set them on opposite sides of the table. “Good. Now disappear.” Rosalyn sat delicately on one of the chairs and began shuffling the cards. She motioned for Lightning to sit. She obliged and dropped angrily into the chair and crossed her arms over her chest. Rosalyn set the deck in the center of the table. “I will draw first.” She pulled a card off the top of the deck and held it to her chest, grinning like a child with a secret. Lightning drew as well and slapped the card down on the table, face up. It was an 8. Rosalyn frowned and did the same. She had a 5. Lightning smirked. Rosalyn drew again and so did Lightning. Rosalyn drew an Ace. Lightning had a 3. She scowled at the card. Rosalyn eyed Lightning expectantly. She rolled her eyes and stood. With a glance at the three children she pulled the baggy grey shirt over her head, and tossed it to the side, revealing to Rosalyn’s hungry eyes her smooth toned stomach and firm, modest breasts, hidden beneath their matching grey bra. The Captain licked her lips as Lightning stepped aside and Jessi sat down. They drew. A 6 for Rosalyn. A Queen for Jessi. They both shrugged and drew again. 3 for Rosalyn. 7 for Jessi. Ekaterina’s eyebrow twitched. Another draw. Rosalyn 4. Jessi 10.

Jessi sighed and Captain Rosalyn snapped her fingers in defeat. She stood and unbuckled the waist clasps on her armor and lifted it over her head, setting it down next to her, revealing the insulating undershirt which still betrayed very little of her figure. She sat back down and they both drew again. 4 for her and a Jack for Jessi. Jessi let out a little yelp of happiness at her luck. They drew again. 2 to The Captain. 5 to Jessi. Rosalyn hissed and drew again. A 3. 9 for Jessi. Rosalyn let her head hang for a moment before getting to her feet. She pulled the generously padded undershirt up and over, setting it with the chest plate. She turned to see Jessi and Lightning gaping, their eyes locked firmly on her now plainly visible chest. Though hidden from proper viewing by the form fitting body glove she wore, her stupendous bust was obvious. Her breasts were easily double the size of Jessi’s. They stood out proud and firm. Rosalyn’s eye moved between them for a moment before it dawned on her.

“Oh! Oh please. Stop being children, they’re just breasts. It‘s not like you‘ve never seen them before.” She scolded the two of them and sat back down, crossing her legs. Jessi shook her head, taking her attention away from the woman’s chest and back to the cards. They drew. A 4 for The Captain an 8 for Jessi. Rosalyn silently cursed the cards for turning against her and hastily drew again. She narrowed her eye menacingly at the card. An ace. Jessi drew and 8. She groaned and Rosalyn cackled. Jessi stood and slid her overcoat down her arms and undid the single button at the waist. She tossed it aside and took a spot next to Lightning. The brown skinned girl stepped forward and took the seat. They drew again. A 2 for Rosalyn. 5 for the girl. She beamed and drew again. A 4 for her and a 7 for Rosalyn. Her smile vanished. She stood and pulled her grey shirt over her head slowly, getting it stuck for a moment on her chin. Even Lightning couldn’t help but admire the young girls smooth light brown skin. Her stomach was firm, with only the slightest hint of fat and her breasts had just begun to grow. She slunk away to stand behind Jessi under the hungry eye of Rosalyn. The youngest girl stepped forward but wasn’t quite able to reach the cards. Rosalyn smiled at her and helpfully drew two cards. A 6 for herself and a King for the girl. Her smile didn’t waver as the girl celebrated cutely, clapping her hands together. She drew again. A King for her and a 3 for the girl. The girl began to tear up but Rosalyn hurried across the table to shush her. She lifted the girl’s baggy grey shirt over head and took a moment to tickle her childishly pudgy tummy, causing her to writhe and laugh. She bent down and blew a raspberry on her stomach, sending the girl into fits of laughter. The Captain let her eye wander the little angel’s body, drinking her rapidly rising and falling chest and her rosy red nipples. Rosalyn ruffled the child’s medium length blonde hair and pushed her over to stand with the others. She returned to her seat.

It was the boy’s turn now. He sniffled loudly and approached the table. The two drew. Her a 7 and he a 2. Without a word he pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. He wasn’t in amazing shape, but Rosalyn gave him an approving growl anyway, surveying his chest. It was Lightning’s turn again. She sat across from The Captain and they drew. Rosalyn drew a 6. Lightning a 10. Lightning scratched idly at her bare stomach and drew again. A Queen for The Captain and an Ace for Lightning. Ekaterina fidgeted. She drew a 10 and Lightning a Queen. Rosalyn slapped her thigh and stood. She reached behind herself and found the zipper for her body glove. She turned so her guests could watch as she slowly pulled the zipper down, gradually revealing her clearly muscled, but no less smooth back. The zipper reached the bottoms of it’s line and she slid the garment down her arms, pulling them out one at a time. She let the two halves of it hang down her legs. The zipper stopped just low enough to reveal the very top of her crack. She gave her audience a playful wiggle, though none showed any obvious appreciation. She turned, giving them plenty of time to admire her stomach, which showed a hint of a six pack, and plopped back into her seat, the motion causing her ample breasts to jiggle pleasantly, restrained though they were by her low cut black bra. The boy gulped and tried to hide his growing erection. They drew again. She a 6 and Lightning a 10. Rosalyn adjusted the bottom of her bra, shaking her chest about more than was probably necessary. They drew again. Both had 10s. Lightning looked at her.

“Oh dear. This was unexpected. Hm…what say we make it double or nothing hm? Loser loses two?” Rosalyn offered. Lightning shrugged and they drew again. A Jack for her and 6 for Lightning. Lightning groaned loudly and stood. Rosalyn leaned forward to watch. Lightning dropped her grey pants and kicked them aside revealing to lecherous eyes her long smooth legs, gloriously proportioned with creamy white skin. The Captain chewed on her thumb, her face one of restrained joy. Lightning sighed and reached behind herself to undo the hooks on her bra. She let the dull, boring garment slide down her arms. Rosalyn licked her lips and let her free hand slip down in between her legs to rub herself through the thin body glove. Lightning’s breasts, just a touch on the petite side, sat firmly, topped with soft pink nipples. She noticed what Rosalyn was doing with her hand and her lip curled with disgust. She turned and took her place next to Jessi. Jessi gave her a reassuring pat on the back and took the seat. Rosalyn used the hand that had been in her mouth to draw, the other remaining between her legs. An Ace and a King. Jessi threw the card down angrily and shot to her feet. She unzipped her brown turtleneck and tossed it aside. Rosalyn winked approvingly at her, shamelessly eyeing her bare torso, she hadn’t worn a bra that day, much to the Captain’s delight. Jessi’s breasts, sizeable next to Lightning’s were still small compared to Rosalyn’s. They sagged just slightly under their own weight and the nipples were shade darker than Lightning’s. Her stomach was flat and athletic, kept so by her careful diet and studious exercise. Rosalyn’s rubbing increased in intensity. Jessi smoothed her wild blond hair and joined the waiting guests. The Pulsian girl stepped up and drew, ignoring the lascivious look Rosalyn gave her. A 10 and a King. Rosalyn’s schlicking stopped and she brought the fingers to her mouth and cleaned them thoroughly, the looks of discomfort on everyone’s faces only adding to her delight. They drew again. 9 and a Queen. Rosalyn, now very much worked up, wanted desperately to have the young girl before her. Her breathing was shallower now, but she steadfastly resisted. It would make the eventual victory so much sweeter. They drew again. She lost. Rosalyn stood and unhooked her bra and let it fall. She put her fists on her hips and thrust her chest out proudly. Her breasts where simply incredible. They sagged considerably less than they should given their size, instead protruding invitingly forward. Her nipples were the same light pink colors as Lightning’s, but they were stiff from arousal. She let out a relieved sigh now that they were free. She cupped her hands under them and hefted them, deliberately teasing her audience, the older amongst them, despite themselves, felt a twinge of arousal, such was her allure. She projected an almost palpable confidence. She was gorgeous and she damn well knew it. Rosalyn sat back down and gave the brown girl a bemused smile, having noticed her staring.

“You don’t have to just look you know. You could touch. All you would need to do is remove the rest of your clothes and you can enjoy them to your heart’s content. Sweet little thing.” The girl’s amber eyes darted between Rosalyn’s eyes and her chest. She bit her lip, thinking carefully. After a few tense moments she shook her head and dashed off to hide behind Lightning and Jessi. It was the youngest girl’s turn now. Rosalyn drew two cards. A 10 for herself and 2 for the little one. She puckered lips and made a mock sad face at the little girl as she stepped clumsily out of her pants. Rosalyn had to crane her neck to see the girls lower torso, but wasn’t disappointed. Though uninteresting to those not inclined towards such things, the girls short, stubby legs where delightful to the shameless Rosalyn. She saw in them the beginnings of a pair of gams that would stun the world. The girl, now left only her boring grey underwear moved away and let the boy take her place. They drew. King and a 7. The boy looked crestfallen, but he pulled his pants down anyway, the realization that everyone in the room could now see his juvenile boner tenting his underwear caused him to blush dark red. Rosalyn blew him a kiss and he hurriedly disappeared behind Jessi.

Lightning approached, her breasts bobbing slightly as she walked. She didn’t bother sitting, opting instead to lean over the table to draw. Jack and a 7. Lightning had lost. Rosalyn was nearly beside herself. Feeling a sense of déjà vu, Lightning rolled her eyes and peeled her underwear off, sliding them down her legs. Rosalyn bit down on her thumb again when her eye caught the neatly trimmed tuft of light pink pubic hair resting comfortably atop Lightning’s crotch. She couldn’t wait to break her spirit and devour that wonderful woman. It would have to wait though. Lightning, defeated sat herself on the couch, crossing her legs, to try and preserve some kind of modesty.

“Things are not looking so good for you, eh?” Rosalyn teased. No one responded. Jessi approached the table and drew. 10 and 8. Jessi smacked herself in the forehead, cursing her dreadful luck. All that was left to her was the shorts she wore under her uniform. Now she had lost those as well. She was very poor at remembering her laundry and had found herself without any underwear to put on that morning, so she had gone commando. She regretted it now, while she wriggled the simple black shorts down her shapely legs, inadvertently giving the brown skinned girl and the boy a perfect view of her crotch. She kicked the shorts aside and stood, naked and thoroughly upset with herself. Rosalyn dragged her gaze lazily across the woman’s slim, athletic body, adding to her already substantial arousal. Jessi sulked over and sat down next to Lightning, her face screwed up into a pout.

“Two down. Three to go. It seems the children have better luck than you. That must sting.” Rosalyn taunted them again, receiving only angry stares in return. The dark skinned girl took her place. 8 and 4. Rosalyn shifted in her seat, she was so wet it was becoming uncomfortable and it would only get worse. The girl cast her gaze downwards and pulled her pants down achingly slow, bringing into view her slender legs, toned to perfection from her early life down on Pulse. Her skin was simply too perfect for Rosalyn to take and she slipped a hand down the front of her body glove to directly access her dripping folds. The girl, left only her underwear retreated and the little one took her place. A 9 and an Ace. Rosalyn huffed impatiently and drew again. 6 and 5. Rosalyn practically exploded to her feet. She crossed excitedly to the girl and knelt in front of her. She whispered words of comfort to her and wiped a tear off her face. The Captain ran her hands down the girls chest to her pelvis. She tugged her underwear down her small legs and helped her step out of them. Rosalyn took a disturbing pleasure in the girl’s nudity. It was clear what she wanted from the child and it churned Lightning’s stomach. Rosalyn kissed the top of the girls head and sent her to sit with Lightning and Jessi. Jessi picked the girl up and sat her on her lap.

“What’s your name?” She asked.

“T-Tara…” The child replied. Jessi wrapped her arms around the girl’s slender chest and held her tightly.

“Don’t worry Tara, Aunt Jessi won’t let the mean old lady hurt you.” Jessi comforted her as best she could.

The boy was up now. He walked awkwardly, his dick rubbing against the fabric of his underwear. They drew. 9 and 12. Her crotch ached for release and she shifted again, still working herself with her fingers. Another draw. 10 and 5. Her face split in Cheshire grin. The boy blushed an even darker red as he pulled his underwear down and stood before her naked, his 4 inch cock pulsing gently. She smiled appreciatively and he hurried off to the losers couch, where he placed himself at Lightning’s feet.

It was all up to the girl from Pulse. She knew her chances were very slim, but she approached anyway. 3 and 10. A glimmer of hope found the girl. 4 and 7. It grew in strength. 7 and 8. She let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. Rosalyn frowned. She stood and peeled the body glove off her lower torso, freeing her alabaster skin to the warm light. She shivered slightly as the cool air brushed against her exquisitely sinewy legs. Though wonderful, her legs betrayed their deadly strength, her thighs in particular were densely muscled. Now clad in naught but her immodest underwear, she sat and recrossed her legs. The girl swallowed audibly and they drew. Two 10s again.

“Oh my! How unusual. Very well. Sudden death then?” The girl nodded and they drew again. Two 3s. Rosalyn blinked in astonishment. “…O…kay then.” They drew once more. King and 9. There was silence. Everyone in the room who understood what this meant went suddenly cold with dread. “Happy day! I have new toys! We are going to have such fun!” Rosalyn was positively giddy and hopped up out of her chair and personally removed the girls last shred of decency. She barely stopped herself from taking the girl right there at the sight of her absolutely flawless crotch. Not a hair in sight. With a shuddering sigh she stood and the girl ran to Lightning and crawled into her lap for protection. Lightning cradled the girl carefully, not entirely comfortable with the girl being naked.

“Reena.” The girl whispered softly. Lightning glanced down at her questioningly.

“What?”

“My name.” The girl replied. Lightning nodded and stroked the girls soft black hair.

Rosalyn took a moment to survey her prizes.

“It was risky…” she said to herself. But the prize…She finished in her head. She clapped her hands together. “Goodness, I hardly know were to begin! Hmm….” She pondered for a moment and then had a wonderful idea. “Do not move my lovelies!” She pranced over to a large desk situated at the back of the room and rummaged through several of the drawers, exclaiming happily when she found what she was looking for. The woman returned to them holding a syringe. Tara began sobbing when she saw it and Jessi held her tight to her chest, shushing her quietly. “Oh heaven’s child, it’s not for you. I doubt it would even have an effect. It is for Sergeant Farron. Ms. Farron if you would please come forward?” Lightning didn’t budge. Rosalyn’s expression darkened quickly and she glared daggers at the woman. Her threat was unspoken but understood nonetheless. Lightning stood and deposited Reena on the couch. She approached Rosalyn and held out her arm. Rosalyn shook her head. She reached out, tilted Lightning’s head to the side and jabbed the syringe into her neck, bringing a yelp from her. She pressed the plunger down, discharging the clear solution into Lightning’s body. She pulled the needle out and tossed it aside. Rosalyn smiled disarmingly at Lightning as she rubbed her neck.

“What was that?” She asked.

“Something my R & D department made by accident. We haven’t actually found a way to market it yet, but we will. It will make you lactate.” Ekaterina replied nonchalantly. Lightning’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“It’ll do what?! You can be serious!” Lightning yelled frantically.

“Oh relax darling, it’s not permanent. It’ll wear off in a few days. Try to enjoy it until then. I know I will.” She answered. Without another word Rosalyn put a hand under Lightning’s chin, tilted her head up and kissed her fiercely. Lightning tried to resist at first but she found she could not actually get away from the woman and eventually stopped, not kissing back, but not resisting either. This was all fine with Rosalyn who let her hands roam over Lightning’s body, one of them capturing her left breast. She kneaded and massaged it, trying to coax some fluid out. Rosalyn backed Lightning up against the left wall and a hand traveled down the woman’s taut stomach to find her warm core. Lightning grit her teeth against the sensations when the fingers found her sensitive folds and began to explore in and around them. She was determined not to give this woman any kind of satisfaction. Jessi shieled Tara’s eyes from what was happening but found herself unable to look away and indeed, began to get aroused by the sight before her. Rosalyn finally broke away from Lightning’s lips and with little visible effort, picked the other woman up by her butt and lifted her up the wall, bring her chest in line with her mouth. She greedily captured one of Lightning’s now swollen nipples in her mouth and began hungrily sucking on it. Rosalyn moaned happily as she finally got what she wanted. Lightning’s milk was intoxicating to her and the more she drank the more she wanted. It was scarce at first, but as the serum did it’s work, it began to flow more freely. Lightning braced her hands flat against the wall against the woman’s assault, trying desperately to quell the blissful feeling of being milked. Her nipples were already naturally sensitive but the serum seemed to have made them doubly so, each greedy suck sent a bolt of pleasure throughout her chest.

Lightning felt herself being lowered down the wall and was soon lying on her back on the carpet, Rosalyn still glued to her chest. With a loud gasp Rosalyn released the nipple she’d been suckling on and wiped a hand across her mouth.

“Mmmm, that is lovely. It was good for you yes?” Rosalyn inquired, closing her eye to savor the taste. Lightning aimed a punch at her smug face. It was intercepted and pinned at her side so quickly it took her a moment to realize what had happened. She tried to move her arm, but such was Rosalyn’s strength it would not budge. She grinned. “Oh my dear. My sweet, sweet dear.” The Captain leaned in close to whisper in Lightning’s ear. “I will enjoy breaking you. Before this night is over you will be begging me to make you cum again and again and again. And when I am finished with you and the children, I will have you tossed, naked and used into the streets to be picked up by the first good Samaritan who happens upon you. But for now, you watch.” She stood, leaving Lightning sprawled on the floor, and went over to Reena. “You. You wonderful creature. You exquisitely crafted specimen. Come to me.”

Reena glanced up at Jessi, looking to her for support. Jessi could provide none.

“It’s probably best that you just do as she says. I don’t think she’ll hurt you as long as you do.” Jessi told the girl quietly. Reena gulped and nodded slowly. She got to her feet and walked haltingly over to Rosalyn, her eyes kept squarely on the ground.

“Come on now little one, this will only be unpleasant if you make it so. You wanted these yes?” She hefted her breasts again and the girl looked up at them and gave a small nod. “Then come and get them.” Rosalyn sat herself down and the carpet and leaned back on her elbows, her chest displayed prominently and her legs splayed. Reena cautiously approached her, walking slowly up to her. “Go on, I will not bite.” Rosalyn encouraged. Reena reached an unsteady hand out and weakly grasped one of the fleshy mounds. Captain Ekaterina Rosalyn sighed happily. Reena slowly became less cautious, reaching her other hand out to work on the other breast, she massaged them earnestly, if clumsily. Their squishiness intrigued her and she began to roll the flesh between her fingers. “You may use your mouth if you desire, young one.” Reena sat down crossed legged and eagerly took one of the stiff nipples into her mouth, flicking it with her tongue. Rosalyn let her head fall back and she allowed herself to enjoy the fruits of her labors.

Lightning, meanwhile had managed to drag herself back onto the couch and grimaced at the aching in her breasts. She turned to Jessi and gave her an imploring look.

“You know it’ll only make it worse in the long run right?” Jessi asked. Lightning nodded.

“I don’t care Jessi, please! They hurt!” Jessi sighed and scooted over next to Lighting.

“Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Jessi collected one of the chairs from the table and sat it front of Lightning. She set Tara down next to Lightning and leaned forward, taking one of Lightning’s nipples into her mouth, she began to suck. Lightning groaned appreciatively as her friend drank, easing the strain on her breasts.

Back on the floor, Rosalyn walked her fingers down Reena’s back, tracing her spine lightly all the way down to her small bottom, which she squeezed, causing it’s owner to coo softly. She placed her free hand on the girl’s shoulder and spun her around, bringing her small body close against her own. She snaked the hand on girls rear, around to her front and lightly rubbed the folds of her crotch while the hand on her shoulder slid down to rub her developing breasts. Reena squirmed in her arms, breathing heavily from the effect the fingers were having on her pussy. She squeaked adorably when one of them dipped inside and began to pump in and out.

“You. Boy. Come stand next to me.” Rosalyn ordered. The boy got to his feet and hurried over to her. Rosalyn reached up and grabbed his cock, pulling him close enough so that she could get it in her mouth. The boys leg nearly gave out as he felt her warm mouth engulf him. Her tongue swirled around the shaft, exploring every inch of it’s flesh. Rosalyn bobbed her head back and forth, giving the first and likely best blowjob of his life. Inexperienced as he was, the boy didn’t last long against her talented mouth and with a groan and a full body shudder he pumped a respectable load into her mouth, which she graciously swallowed. Spent, the boy collapsed backwards and lay largely useless on the floor.

Rosalyn, feeling immensely pleased with herself, pushed the sweet young Reena forward onto all fours. She maneuvered herself underneath the girl and pulled her hips down to her mouth. Reena gasped and fell forward when Rosalyn’s tongue shot out and began lapping hungrily at the girl’s moist slit. She tasted wonderful. Like spiced pumpkin. Rosalyn’s tongue ventured as deeply as it could into her passage, seeking more of the extraordinary flavor. Reena’s upper torso writhed and contorted, her lower half held firmly in place. Her small hands clawed at the carpet and her vision blurred. Rosalyn moved her attention upward, to that most sensitive of things and clamped her mouth around it, flicking it mercilessly with her tongue. Reena arched her back and clenched her fists as this new joy wracked her young body. With a throaty, ragged wail, Reena’s entire world went white and every nerve ending in her body exploded in the most marvelous way possible as she came, flooding Rosalyn’s mouth with her juices. She hungrily swallowed all that she could, but still it coated her face. For nearly two full minutes, Reena’s body shook with the effects of her orgasm. Rosalyn picked the girl up off her face like she weighed nothing and sat up, placing the girl on her lap. She lifted the girls head up by her chin and smiled smugly. Reena’s face was slack and mouth hung open, her mind still trying to recover from her orgasm.

“Mmm, you did not disappoint me girl. You were every bit as delicious as I had hoped.” She licked her lips and then kissed the girl fiercely, shoving her tongue rudely into her mouth. Reena was too far gone to respond to Rosalyn, but she didn’t mind. The girl was hers now. She knew. The thought of a fresh plaything brought renewed warmth to her painfully neglected loins and she slid a hand under her panties to finger herself. Her mind swam with possibilities. But what to do first…

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Authors Note: I want to apologize for putting this one up without ENTIRELY finishing it, but I'm struggling with what to do with it and I felt terrible making my rabid fans (Of which I have maybe one? I dunno, it's hard to tell how many of those views were people who enjoyed it.) wait and I didn't want to wait to put it up. So, here it is.
This one involves younger children. This is something I have no problem with in fiction. Obviously, one should not go out and do these things. That is bad and illegal. But, in this form, it is harmless and as long no one is actually harmed, it's largely morally unassailable. You may not agree with my decision to include it in here, but you were warned before you even clicked the story, so, deal with it.
The character of the Captain is one I simply cannot take credit for. She was suggested by my stalwart proofreader, who knows what I like apparently better than I do. She is a large number of my personal kinks made manifest. Eyepatch. Russian. Her accent is meant to be russian, though I couldn't exactly say that in the story because Russia doesn't exist. Tall, aggressive sexually. I enjoyed writing her and I hope you enjoy reading and fapping to her. I also used a random number generator to properly randomize the game, so the doubles are real. They confounded me too.
I'll add chapters to this later, I promise.
Ah, C.A, who so graciously gave me a glowing review and positively made my day, I LOVE your ideas and shall try to incorporate them in later chapters or stories. The only one that gives me pause is the behemoth, as I'm afraid thefrankly, waifish Lightning would not survive the encounter. Though, if you so desire, I can write it anyway and include it as a bonus chapter after I finish. I have no objections with writing a story where she is torn asunder by the beast. I live to serve.
As always, happy fapping! Please, after you clean up, toss me a review! They make me happy!
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