Quistis Trepe's Fetish (A Zell Story) by Fira (quistis1515@netscape.net, Quistis1515 on AIM)
If you're familiar with my work, this is in a similar style to Rinoa's Heart, and much more a similar story. No humor here!
This story will be a reader-choose couple, first starting with the non-yaoi partners, and then moving into the yaoi. If you're hoping for Quistis/Zell, sorry to dissapoint. That will be the only couple that isn't explored here.
i don't own even the bloody teeshirt, but i wish i did cuz then i could clone zell (sigh)... (you'll get it later)
"Come on, put your head down! Do you understand me?" Quistis cracked her whip. "You will do what I tell you to do!"
Zell was in quite a situation. He was dressed in a white shirt, black pants, and a pendant necklace that was obviously made to look like Griever, tied to a chair with black silk chord, and handcuffed. The white shirt was quickly beginning to show whip-marks of blood. Quistis paced back and forth in front of Zell, occasionally shouting at him and snapping the whip, on the ground before him or on his shoulders, arms, face, torso, wherever. He knew he was a surrogate Squall, when Quistis yelled at him she was really yelling at Squall. She even called him Squall sometimes, when she got really into it.
But Zell didn't mind much. He loved Quistis, and he wanted to help make her happy. There was nothing sexual for Quistis in this, even though she wore the black leather cat suit that she was so fond of. This was possibly the ninth or tenth time that Quistis had asked Zell to do this.
"I don't care that you love her, I loved you first, you understand?" She whipped Zell again. "I loved you first! You belong to me! Now, you're mine!" Again came the whip. Zell didn't even cry out anymore. Quistis was in control of Squall in her mind, in her fantasy. She was Squall's mistress, not Rinoa. Zell rattled the handcuffs.
Now Quistis added something new. She bent down, kissed Zell harshly on the lips, biting his tongue and his lip in her passion, drinking what little blood spilled forth. Zell wanted to kiss back hungrily, to take at least some control of the situation, to show the sophisticated blonde how he felt, how much he loved her. But he knew that Quistis wouldn't want that, because Squall wouldn't do that. He would resist, struggle. That is what Zell tried to do. Quistis seemed to smile, digging her long, red fingernails into his neck, drawing blood.
She broke the kiss, smiled her self-satisfied smile, and licked the blood off of her fingernails, then off of his neck, nipping the flesh. Zell couldn't keep back a gentle moan.
"You like that, don't you Squall?" she breathed into his neck. Zell was certain that Quistis didn't even notice that he was blonde and Squall was brunette now, she saw Squall in the chair. Just then, a soft alarm went off. Quistis cursed.
"Ten minutes until curfew," she reminded him, untying the chords and unlocking the handcuffs. "Don't want to break any rules. You may lick my boots and go," she tried to joke. Zell hoped that Quistis didn't really expect him to do that, so he just left. He ran through the corridors, hoping that no one would catch him on his way back to his room. Eventually he was welcomed into the confines of his dorm.
Zell threw his shirt into the bathroom sink, soaking it in lukewarm water. He examined his chest in the mirror, thinking about the scabs that were already forming down his neck, the dried blood across his torso, arms, and face. Zell was tired of always helping others, always being put last. Quistis was everything he wanted to be, sophisticated and respected. He had, over the years he had known her, developed an infatuation, and then a deep love, for the instructor. And she, usually overflowing with insight, was still so blind as to want the only man that she could not have.
Cold tears ran down the martial artist's face. He did not know that somewhere someone watched him, and echoed his desires, not for the whip-bearer, but for the martial artist.
AND AS ALWAYS... REVIEW PLEASE YOU'LL NEVER KNOW ANY OF THE POSSIBLE WATCHERS OTHERWISE!!! and if you ask i'll write the chapters for anyone in specific sooner...
If you're familiar with my work, this is in a similar style to Rinoa's Heart, and much more a similar story. No humor here!
This story will be a reader-choose couple, first starting with the non-yaoi partners, and then moving into the yaoi. If you're hoping for Quistis/Zell, sorry to dissapoint. That will be the only couple that isn't explored here.
i don't own even the bloody teeshirt, but i wish i did cuz then i could clone zell (sigh)... (you'll get it later)
"Come on, put your head down! Do you understand me?" Quistis cracked her whip. "You will do what I tell you to do!"
Zell was in quite a situation. He was dressed in a white shirt, black pants, and a pendant necklace that was obviously made to look like Griever, tied to a chair with black silk chord, and handcuffed. The white shirt was quickly beginning to show whip-marks of blood. Quistis paced back and forth in front of Zell, occasionally shouting at him and snapping the whip, on the ground before him or on his shoulders, arms, face, torso, wherever. He knew he was a surrogate Squall, when Quistis yelled at him she was really yelling at Squall. She even called him Squall sometimes, when she got really into it.
But Zell didn't mind much. He loved Quistis, and he wanted to help make her happy. There was nothing sexual for Quistis in this, even though she wore the black leather cat suit that she was so fond of. This was possibly the ninth or tenth time that Quistis had asked Zell to do this.
"I don't care that you love her, I loved you first, you understand?" She whipped Zell again. "I loved you first! You belong to me! Now, you're mine!" Again came the whip. Zell didn't even cry out anymore. Quistis was in control of Squall in her mind, in her fantasy. She was Squall's mistress, not Rinoa. Zell rattled the handcuffs.
Now Quistis added something new. She bent down, kissed Zell harshly on the lips, biting his tongue and his lip in her passion, drinking what little blood spilled forth. Zell wanted to kiss back hungrily, to take at least some control of the situation, to show the sophisticated blonde how he felt, how much he loved her. But he knew that Quistis wouldn't want that, because Squall wouldn't do that. He would resist, struggle. That is what Zell tried to do. Quistis seemed to smile, digging her long, red fingernails into his neck, drawing blood.
She broke the kiss, smiled her self-satisfied smile, and licked the blood off of her fingernails, then off of his neck, nipping the flesh. Zell couldn't keep back a gentle moan.
"You like that, don't you Squall?" she breathed into his neck. Zell was certain that Quistis didn't even notice that he was blonde and Squall was brunette now, she saw Squall in the chair. Just then, a soft alarm went off. Quistis cursed.
"Ten minutes until curfew," she reminded him, untying the chords and unlocking the handcuffs. "Don't want to break any rules. You may lick my boots and go," she tried to joke. Zell hoped that Quistis didn't really expect him to do that, so he just left. He ran through the corridors, hoping that no one would catch him on his way back to his room. Eventually he was welcomed into the confines of his dorm.
Zell threw his shirt into the bathroom sink, soaking it in lukewarm water. He examined his chest in the mirror, thinking about the scabs that were already forming down his neck, the dried blood across his torso, arms, and face. Zell was tired of always helping others, always being put last. Quistis was everything he wanted to be, sophisticated and respected. He had, over the years he had known her, developed an infatuation, and then a deep love, for the instructor. And she, usually overflowing with insight, was still so blind as to want the only man that she could not have.
Cold tears ran down the martial artist's face. He did not know that somewhere someone watched him, and echoed his desires, not for the whip-bearer, but for the martial artist.
AND AS ALWAYS... REVIEW PLEASE YOU'LL NEVER KNOW ANY OF THE POSSIBLE WATCHERS OTHERWISE!!! and if you ask i'll write the chapters for anyone in specific sooner...
