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works/110352.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Star_Ocean:_The_Last_Hope
  Relationship:
      OMC/Meracle_Chamlotte
  Character:
      Meracle_Chamlotte
  Additional Tags:
      Slavery, Exploitation, Community:_kink_bingo, Collars
  Collections:
      Kink_Bingo_2010_(Round_Three)
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-08-29 Words: 1330
****** First Session ******
by Laylah
Summary
     "Calm down," the man says. He gets the thing settled around her neck
     and it's...it's a collar? It feels weird, sort of cool and tingly
     against her skin. "I'm not going to hurt you, but you gotta work with
     me here."
When Meracle wakes up, her head hurts a little and she's not sure where she is.
She remembers there being a really bright light, and...where was she before
that? What was she doing? She doesn't know. And now she's in a strange room
that's all white and silvery, and doesn't smell like anything she recognizes,
and when she sits up and the blanket over her slides back, she discovers she
has no clothes on. She flattens her ears down. This is really weird.
She gets up. There aren't any windows in the room, but it's really bright
somehow anyway. There's one door. Meracle goes over to it and tries pushing,
but it doesn't move, so she bangs on it instead. "Hello?" she calls. "Hello?"
After a minute the door opens with a loud whooshing noise, and Meracle jumps
back a little in surprise. There's a man standing there, and he's really big -
- she almost comes up to his shoulder -- and he has barely any ears and no tail
at all. He smiles, like she's done something funny. "You've come around, hmm?"
he says. He reaches out a hand. "Come here. I bet you'd like to get out of
there."
Meracle nods. She takes the man's hand and lets him lead her out of the white
room.
The whole building they're in is bright and shiny like the room, it looks like,
and something in the distance makes a low humming sound that doesn't stop. The
man leads Meracle down a hall and into a different room, bigger, with a broad
white table in the middle of it.
"Where are we?" Meracle asks.
"On a ship," the man says. "On your way to your new home." He touches a dark
spot on the wall. "One of the females is up. I'm going to give her a session.
We're doing this whole batch both ways, right?"
Meracle frowns at him, because none of that made sense and she doesn't know how
to answer, but then the wall talks back. "That's what the client ordered,
yeah," it says. Its voice is crackly. Meracle stares at it. "Start with her
ass."
"Tch, I'm no rookie," the man says. He lets go of Meracle's hand, so she cranes
up to try to investigate the talky part of the wall. Her tail swishes
curiously. How does it do that?
"How does the wall talk?" she asks. She thought maybe the dark spot was like a
little window, but she can't see anybody through it.
The man laughs. "It's complicated," he says. "Hold still for a second." He's
standing behind her now, really close, and that makes her fidgety even before
he starts wrapping something around her neck.
Meracle squirms. "What are you doing?" she says.
"Calm down," the man says. He gets the thing settled around her neck and
it's...it's a collar? It feels weird, sort of cool and tingly against her skin.
"I'm not going to hurt you, but you gotta work with me here."
"But," Meracle says, and the man picks her up, just like that, and lays her out
face-down on the table. She squirms, but he's pushing down on the back of her
neck, holding her right there.
"Don't fight with me," he says. "You're going to be fine."
Meracle puts her ears down in annoyance. He's not listening to her at all! And
whatever the table is made of, it's cold. And then he puts his other hand right
up under her tail. Meracle yowls, and she means to sound indignant, but as soon
as his fingers touch her tailhole -- all wet and slippery -- her collar starts
to hum, and she feels really good all of a sudden.
"Nyaah," she says, clawing at the table to steady herself as the man rubs her
tailhole with slippery fingers. "How did you, aah."
The man laughs. "Man, we struck gold with you, didn't we?" he says. "You're
going to be amazing when you're trained up." He pushes a finger into her
tailhole, and Meracle can tell it doesn't belong there, but it feels good
anyway, so she squirms to try to get him to push it deeper.
The longer he plays with her, the better it feels, too, making her warm and
shivery -- almost like how she gets when she rubs between her legs, but just
steady instead of peaking. Meracle sort of wants to do that right now, too, but
it's hard to get her hand under herself with the man holding her down so
firmly. She tries to tell him so, but doesn't get much further than, "Please,
it's so," before she's distracted again.
"Feels good, huh?" the man says, and Meracle nods. Her tail curves up over her
back and she arches her hips. "That's right," the man says. "Good girl. That's
all you need to worry about from now on, being nice and hungry for it when
somebody wants to stuff you. A couple of good sessions with the collar on and
you'll learn to crave it all the time."
Meracle whimpers, panting, as a little shiver of heat runs through her -- oh,
almost! almost! -- and then -- and then he stops. One hand brushes her collar
as he takes the fingers of his other hand out of her tailhole, and Meracle
mewls in frustration. "What are you doing?" she says. All the warm exciting
feeling just went away. "Why did you stop?"
"You want more, huh?" the man says. He lifts her tail up further, like he wants
to look. "Tell me why."
"Ffft," Meracle says. He's teasing her, isn't he? "It felt good," she says. "It
felt exciting, having your fingers in there."
"You thought that felt good," the man says, letting go of her, "this is going
to feel a lot better." Meracle tries to roll over to see what he's doing, but
he says, "No, don't you go anywhere. You stay right there and keep that tail
high. Show me that needy little hole."
Meracle does what he says, the tip of her tail lashing a little. He doesn't
have to be so pushy about it, does he?
He presses really close behind her, lining up, and then reaches up to do
something to her collar so the warm shivery feeling starts back up right before
he pushes his cock into her hole.
It stretches her out so much, and it rubs against such tender places inside
her, but the blurry warm good feeling never stops. Meracle winds up breathing
in time, mewling every time it pushes all the way in. She feels like she's
floating, wants to just stay like this all the time, wonders if she's ever felt
anything so good -- everything before she woke up here is just a blur in her
head. It can't have felt like this.
Eventually the man pushes his cock in really deep and stops there, making this
pleased growling sound. He pets her back a little as she shivers with pleasure
under him. "Real nice," he tells her. "You're going to do great."
He takes his cock out and touches her collar again, and the warm feeling goes
away. Meracle makes a disappointed sound. She feels a little sore now, and
sticky. She reaches down to touch, and she can put her fingers in her tailhole
really easily but it doesn't feel the same.
"Don't worry, kitten," the man says. "You'll get plenty more practice."
"Soon?" Meracle says. It felt a lot better when they were doing it than now.
"Yeah, soon," the man says. "Now come on. Some of the others are probably up by
now, and I want to get all of you on a regular feeding schedule."
Food! That's a good idea. Meracle jumps down from the table and winces a
little, because she is pretty sore. But she'll feel lots better after a meal,
right? "Lead the way," she says.
The man laughs again. "You bet, kitten," he says. "You bet."
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