Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Late Some evening ❯ Memories Part II ( Chapter 5 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

AN: Did everyone think I was dead? I'd be amazed if anyone was still waiting for this. I actually wrote it awhile ago, and wasn't happy with it. but here it is anyway. maybe ill update again. I'm somewhat losing my passion for this. As always, id appreciate feedback.
Disclaimer: I don't own ff6 characters...etc..

He took the circlet off and it was like all the fog was cleared out of her mind.
'That device must have been impairing my thoughts.'
She glanced around the room quickly, looking for an exit as she wondered why she let herself be dragged in here. She figured the circlet must have made her compliant as well as unable to think.
Terra could only look shocked as she felt Kefka's nails dig into her arm again. she lunged out with the full range of freedom that was left for her. But of coarse this was in vain. She was strong, stronger then most humans, but he seemed to be just as gifted as she was in this area, if not more so. Kefka caught her other arm and pulled her against him. "That does no good."
He sounded amused. Of course he sounded amused. The sick fuck. She felt him through the fabric of her dress, as excited as a sadist would be.
She felt her arm jerked forward awkwardly as he walked around her, causing her to fall over the edge of the bed. Exactly as he had wanted.
This was all too frustrating for her. Trying to stand back up was just as useless. there he was right behind her like he moved after her as she fell, one hand laying on her back, pushing her breasts into the mattress.
She reached her arms back to...oh hell..She didn't have a plan. And that was just as foolish. He caught them both with ease and now held her wrists together over her head. She played into his every move and it was damn irritating.
Her legs had no range to strike at anything, as he had slid between them when he came behind her. A feeling of hard fiber brushed her wrists as he held them. She couldn't turn her head to see anything besides the sheet over his bed.
She felt it wind around slowly, hearing him purr softly as he bound her hands together. Where the fuck did he get something to do that with?
"Can't you at least give me a chance to fight back?" she breathed into the matress.
Silence... Well it didn't hurt to ask huh? She felt his hands come away, but that didn't matter either. she couldn't move anything, except her fingers, and alot of good thier range did. They couldn't reach shit. She raised her forearms alittle before she felt herself be pulled back, his fingers held around her hips as he drew her into him. Her arms slumped forward over her head and she thought about trying to chew what felt like a length of wire but looked like smooth and thin rope off of her hands before he turned and she tripped over her own boots, loosing her footing.
She probably would have just fell over if he hadn't caught her with his arm acorss the back of her thighs, clearing her feet off the floor and holding her against him before she had much understanding as to what had happened.
It was useless to try and push away, as he legs were out of range of anything solid and her hands were no help. She settled on trying to fall out of his arms by throwing herself sideways. She didn't know where she would have gone anyway. It's not like she could crawl out of here, they could just put that thing back on her head. Then they could order her back in here. This brought about a thought.
"Why don't you use the thing on my head?" she wasn't niave. She knew the twisted fuck didn't want to just tie her up and leave it at that. She knew full well what he planned, though she had no ideas as to what it entailed exactly. She'd rather have been under control of that device then have to deal with this experience in full comprehension.
He laughed again like a jackal. "If I wanted you willing, I wouldn't have removed it."
that statement shouldn't have suprised her much. He wasn't proving very well adjusted so far. So he liked rape? It figured. She shook her thoughts off and noticed he had set her down again and pushed another of his strange black ropes through the ties on her hand and was currently securing it somewhere over her head. She suposed whatever was abover her was the reason he brought her over here. There was little else in this part of the massive room. in fact it was nothing but empty floorboards in a several foot radius.
She felt her arms being pulled taught over her head and her entire body lift until her boots barely touched the floor. his hands came away from whatever was above her and she saw him stand back and stare at her for several moments. She thought again about why he must have brought her in here. She had never known a man's touch before, but figured it couldn't be too bad. the other girls spoke about it very fondly. Even being forced she didn't think was too unpleasant. what's the worst he could do?
She noticed he had walked away a moment ago and was coming back toward her. He walked around behind her and leaned into her back, his arms coming around her as if he meant to embrace her. His fingers slid along her thigh, cresting around the edge of her boots and sliding up under her dress.
She expect that he would move to the apex of her thighs and closed them. He merely moved his hand away, but she felt his lips on the back of her neck.
"Are you scared?"
she shook her head. She didn't see much reason to be. She had indicated she was afraid of him before, but she blamed it on the circlet.
He seemed irritated at this response and slid away from her, walking around in front of her.
She noticed in his hand he held a short blade and tried to back up, which did no good.
He looked amused as he saw her line of sight. "So this frightens you?" he slid forward, his feet seeming to glide on the floor and came to stand an inch from her, laying his palm against her cheek as he held the blade up to her neck and slid the flat end along her skin until it touched the bottom of her chin and she lifted it, making a dull whimpering noise. "Please no..."
She was well and truly scared now. Rape was one thing, but she didn't want him to mutilate her. And he looked like he would.
He pulled it away and licked the side of her face, looking pleased as his head came away. "Geshtal ordered me not to damage you. As much as id like to paint that beautiful skin of yours with a more lively color..." his eyes narrowed slightly and he leaned into her further, pressing the hard ridge of his erection into her side. He seemed to regain some composure and lowered the hand holding the blade. "I gave my word that I would not."
She looked visibly relieved.
"This was to remove those garments of yours. i dont have the patience to unbind your hands and get them off carefully."
He held the blade downward and slid it under the collar of her dress, the cold steel settling between her breasts.
She was shaking slightly at the feel of the blade against her, and mentally yelled at herself to regain her composure.
He drew the blade down quickly, slicing all the way through the front of the dress with ease and leaving it hanging partially open by the only connected parts at her arms.
He reached up and sliced down the middle of each arm, prodding her skin with the tip as he drew it down. He didn't even mark the skin, but by her reaction it must have felt like it.
She twisted to one side as the dress fell away and tried to look up at her arms.
"I didn't cut you..." he left the end hanging likehe hadn't completed a sentance.
In her mind she wondered if he were thinking 'yet.'
"You said you wouldn't."
He touched the flat side of the blade to the side of her face. "I did didn't I?" he put his free arm around her and drew her closer, sliding the blade down around her neck and between her breasts, not leaving a single mark but making sure she felt it. He arched around under her left breast and slid the flat end up along the surface, resting the edge against her peak.
Her breathing became harder as she felt the blade touch her nipple. she made a high squeaking sound and blinked rapidly. "Don't..."
He just smiled and slid the blade away from her breast down her belly.
She felt relieved for an instant, before realizing where he was going.
He turned the blade in his hand as he held it between her folds, pressing down so that the edge cleaved between them and just barely touched her clitoris.
She half screamed and half cried as she felt the cold between her labia.
He pulled the blade away, having done nothing at all and flinched. "You really believed I would cut you there?"
She nodded.
She smiled. "Good. Because if you were mine alone I would have."
She just whimpered at this.
He walked away again. "You are making far too much noise.."

AN: if even one of you actually wants me to update, ill do it. just let me know.