IN THE SKY THAT NIGHT CHAPTER 2- BETWEEN TWO WORLDS PART 1
AUTHORS NOTES
Apologies for the truly ridiculous delay between chapters and thanks to those who have stuck with story so long.
'This' typically means someone is thinking or it is a flashback. In this chapter it means Hope is in daydream fantasy sequence.
Horizontal ruler (a line across the page) means a page break or timeskip, it may be a few minutes, it may be a few hours...
-X- means a scene change, i.e. we start with character A in a warehouse. Then we go to character B in an apartment- a scene change from a warehouse to an apartment.
Disclaimer; I do not own the Final Fantasy franchise or any of the characters or ideas involved. This is nonprofit-I am making no money from this.
-X-
Cocoon; Bodhum, 26:00 hours (night cycle)…
Few people in the Tranquil Island apartment complex were awake as professional dominatrix Lightning Farron strode through the mid/upper class district in her usual stoic fashion towards her apartment. The determined looking woman was dressed in a loose fitting white shirt and black pants. A sharp contrast to her outrageous and varied work clothes.
One couldn't go through streets at Cocoons artificial night dressed in shiny latex carrying a flogger after all.
She occasionally wondered what her neighbours would think if they knew she was a dominatrix. Light hadn't told her own sister. Though they hadn't spoken much since the most recent argument over the younger Farron's engagement to (in Lightning's humble opinion) a complete jackass.
The walk through the streets had cooled her down from the buzz of the work she had that night. She had volunteered for multiple customers including an overworked businessman who had a really boring wife and a Sanctum official stressed out about impressing her boss and too uptight in general in Light's opinion.
A card key scan later and she entered her home.
"I'm home…" She called out.
"Right, I live alone." She muttered in scorn remembering why she opted for more work hours.
The dominatrix turned on the lights and sullenly looked around the empty apartment; the sparsely decorated domicile had two bedrooms, a single bathroom and a kitchen connected to a living room well stocked with a comfy couch, an armchair, and entertainment system including holoscreen.
Lightning had bought the place for her and Serah to live in together, but her sister had since left to move in with Snow Villiers, chief idiot of the monster hunting deadhead club known as NORA.
She felt a dull pang as she passed photos of the younger Farron siblings and their deceased parents.
The young woman had known for a while that this place was too big for one person.
On autopilot she looked around, the living room had a yoga mat on the floor (she didn't bother putting it away), several sets of heavy barbells lay next to it, a solid looking punching bag stood in a corner (a recent buy).
Despite not being Guardian Corps anymore the young woman maintained a military worthy training regime.
She checked her answering machine for messages from Serah- nothing.
"… Of course you didn't call…"
She opened the fridge and took out a glass of milk and drank straight from the carton- no one else used it anyway.
She turned on the microwave and heated some noodles looking around the apartment again as she waited.
A couple of minutes later Lightning sat on her couch, reflecting on her history as she ate; she once worked as a waitress to support Serah after their parents died while she was still in school. She was fired after kicking a customer senseless after he touched her ass.
As soon as she was old enough, she joined the Guardian Corps. She graduated at the top of her class, went on the beat for two years until a superior officer tried to hit on her and she hit him harder. And the two goons he had with him.
After a dishonourable discharge from the Guardian Corps she worked as a bouncer at a nightclub, the hot, pink haired girl who could kick ass was a big hit...
...until she broke the arm of a drunken son of an important Sanctum member.
An infamous regular to the club (that Light had to escort out more than once) named Fang called her and suggested she become a dominatrix and introduced her to the Tower stating the rose-haired girl would fit right (which Lightning couldn't remember ever doing in her life).
Since then she and the odd raven-haired woman had forged a weird friendship. It was Fang who got the rose-haired woman to realise she actually enjoyed her job as a dom- beating people turned her on.
Or maybe the younger woman didn't realize just how angry she was.
She also introduced her to lifelong friend Vanille who was… interesting to be around…
Light jumped, cursing as she nearly dropped her scalding hot food as the apartments holocommunicator rang. She ran to the wall device hoping it was Serah.
"Hello?"
A boisterous voice that most certainly was not her sweet and innocent sister exploded from the comm; "Hey Lightning! I just got done having sex! Hope you're doing something as fun as me!"
'Speak of the devil and she shall appear... over holocomm...'
Light scowled as she looked at the holodisplay; audio only. Lightning winced as she realised Fang was probably still having sex. Or something similar.
"Fang. What are you doing?"
In her apartment the wild-haired brunette lay within dizzyingly coloured rumpled sheets. She squirmed at her current predicament; at her feet a figure encased in latex, arms held behind their back in a strict arm binder and head covered by a bondage mask revealing only an eager mouth, licked her feet.
"Hmmm… I forgot the cover story. Oh well, your client for this night, that Estheim guy already went onto the Towers website and requested another session with you."
She spoke freely, knowing her 'pet' had her ears plugged.
"Vanille talked to him after you popped his cherry-"
"I don't have sex with my customers." Lightning cut in, annoyed. She got up and started pacing around the empty apartment.
"So Vanille talked to the guy and says he's smart and nice and likes puppies and I forget what else she told me to say to you as part of her scheme to get you together."
"Scheme? She's playing matchmaker again?" Light scowled.
Fang put a hand on her masked subs head/helmet and pulled her restrained guest between her legs.
"Yeah, she has this big plan, even made up a file full of tall, sub and handsome saving kittens and such to prove he's a good guy. With talking points and historical evidence of why he'd be a good prince charming for you."
Light snorted in disbelief.
"She's not doing well at this."
"You're talking about the last guy she set you up with- Claude was it? I find it hard to recall when being eaten out."
"Something like that. Arrogant emo guy who used; "Would you like to see my Sword collection?" As a come on line."
Fang grinned down at her masked sub she now had in a leg scissors position.
"Hey, big weapons of doom do it for me. I once dated someone who had a Masamune blade… the things we'd do with that-"
Light grimaced as she imagined the eccentric, perverse Fang taking a legendary sword and somehow using it as a grotesque substitute for a dildo.
"I don't need a man… why is everybody so fixated on my love life?"
The former soldier was getting angry- she didn't want to talk about this…
Fang narrowly bit back; "You don't have a love life." She knew her friend was touchy about certain things.
"Seriously though, this Hope kid is cute, adores you, wants to be your willing slave. And did I mention is rich. Good catch."
"So why don't you screw him?" Light shot back.
"Didn't that time I came on to you make it clear I don't do guys?" She patted the girl between her legs on her head.
"Seriously, anyone who pierces your adamantoise-thick shell and really knows you, knows that you're lonely. That you hurt after losing touch with Serah and your Guardian Corps friends. And of course guys want you so long as you suck them off or bend over, but ask them to put themselves under your control? They run off. This guy seems different."
Lightning growled in disapproval.
"Lastly, how about this; you have a right to a happy, satisfying life, you're interested in being dominant, he's interested in being submissive. If that doesn't work I'm out of cool speeches designed to help you get laid."
Light smiled. Fang often cheered her up, but Hope was a little too... perfect for her… she'd fix that though…
"That Hope kid just wanted a thrill, when you're rich you think you're untouchable you do stupid things like let a woman beat you to feel alive. That's all this is."
"Vanille doesn't think so, I'd bet you that rich kid as you called him is at home baking you cookies or something similar to give you on his next session."
-X-
In actuality, Hope was watching porn, he had been unable to stop thinking about his rose-haired beauty and knew he had to sleep so he started watching TV. Everything on bored him though, so he flicked randomly through channels until he unknowingly hit the adult channels and totally unknowingly landed on a pornographic movie.
He stopped, eyes wide, heart stopping in his chest.
The actress on screen had long, elegantly styled pink hair. Not unlike his Mistress. Mistress Rose. Lightning Farron.
That was where the similarities ended though; while Light was athletic and slender, the actress was... voluptuous, Hope figured the word was; she had breasts literally larger than her head. Her backside, incredibly, was so big and wide it looked like it could work as a counterweight to her mountainous breasts- many, many pounds involved, Hope was sure.
He focused on her face- a soft, almost dopey expression, so very unlike the stoic, challenging, intelligent glare that graced his dreams. Her stance, nervous, unsure, unlike Light's confident, dominating, powerful stance.
Also the woman was dressed in the most laughable excuse for armor he had ever seen; she wore golden metal cups across her breasts attached to straps of black leather that stretched behind her back in the form of a push-up bra that Hope knew had to have snapped a dozen times when they were filming this trash given the size and weight of the actress' breasts (natural or not).
A twin of the absurd golden plate attached to skimpy fabric motif covered (barely) her lower sexual regions in a parody of panties (though this didn't rate as conservative as a thing).
As the 'warrior' made a lengthy and overdramatic speech about being some kind of saviour, the camera kept jumping behind her to reveal and later remind the viewer that the… crotch armor in the rear amounted to nothing but two straps converging up her ass (between her buttocks) leaving her huge butt hanging out for all to see.
She had some pretty solid looking armour across her legs up to her mid thighs and across her arms (she had clawed gloves- good idea), she also wore six-inch spiked heels that clacked deafeningly as she shifted position in her awkward/cheesy stance (not a good idea).
She had a weird tiara/ headdress thing that Hope figured was there only to frame her (kinda) attractive face- not that the camera spent much time on her face.
The 'warrior' had no armor around her belly or breast besides the aforementioned push up plates and nothing protecting her neck or head beyond some weird choker thing with a tacky looking red jewel on it..
Hope wasn't sure of the plot;
Apparantly the curvaceous woman was a Cocoon L'Cie chosen by the Fal'Cie Eden to defeat a pulse L'Cie who wanted to destroy Cocoon. The evil L'Cie was of course a ridiculous example of maleness; well over 6 feet tall, muscled to the point of being the proverbial athletic god and for some reason dressed only in baggy pants with armoured gauntlets across his massive arms who leered at the perverse looking woman. Hope had never watched porn before but he could guess what the rest of the 'story' would entail…
At some point Hope had been sucked in, not because of the plot, or acting, certainly not the dialogue but because he imagined himself and Lightning- Mistress Rose- in that situation;
The fantasy turned the young male on and some part of him, conscious or otherwise, drove his hands into his pants to pleasure himself as he indulged in his fantasy.
Hope watched as the 'Pulse L'Cie' commanded the voluptuous young 'heroine' to show her devotion for Cocoon by stripping for him.
The woman on the screen did so… but in Hope's mind he, Hope Estheim, was the one disrobing, and the evil Pulse L'cie was his Mistress Lightning Farron...
In the dungeons dim crystal generated green light, the chosen warrior of Cocoon stood, removing his mystical armor. Dropping his sword and shield, naked and shrinking before a demonic garbed Pulse L'Cie Lightning Farron; shimmering silver, spiky metal armor over her arms and legs and around her breasts and hips in a facsimilie of a bra and panties baring her gorgeous form, perfectly harmonizing athletic power and feminine beauty.
She looked down her nose at him, her face framed by an armoured headdress or perhaps crown of spikes of silver.
"L'Cie!" Lightning hissed. "Put your hands on your head so I can see… all of my slave!"
Hope obeyed, hearing and reacting to the demon giggling maliciously at his plight.
Mocking laughter echoing throughout the dungeon as the noble knight stood before the cursed warriors gaze.
She pointed a claw at an ornate throne made of sleek black metal.
"Bend over one of the armrests slave."
He did so, pressing his face down in one of the seats cushions.
"Stay submissive for me, or your precious Cocoon dies…" The fantasy demon threatened.
Her spiked heels clicked as loud as thunder on shimmering black stone floors as she stalked about behind Hope.
She began fondling the bent over males bare ass.
"Hmmm… I love the feel of noble ass…" She murmured as she kneaded the flesh with her gauntlets claws.
Hope hissed and groaned into the cushions, his imagination conjuring the feeling of his erection pressing into the cold metal of the throne.
She grabbed his hair and savagely pulled his head up off the seat cushion.
Hope almost screamed as the sharp claws shot under his body and took hold of his dick.
In the real world, Hope Estheim had opened his pants and was not at all gently gripping his member to simulate the fiendish grasp of a demoness gauntlet.
"As I thought… you're just a little boy-whore, getting turned on by anyone who touches you. Even your mortal enemy of Cocoon…"
The chosen warrior turned to protest when Light twisted his cock viciously and told him to shut up.
She pulled him by his throbbing erection across the dim-lit dungeon.
Stopping in the center, in a pool of golden light emanating from the glorious Fal'Cie Phoenix, the improbably armoured demoness turned her back on the now kneeling enemy.
A speechless Hope stared into a pair of beautiful glutes shoved right into his face. The demons rear 'armor' consisting of only a fabric strip between her butt cheeks letting delicious toned globes of flesh hang out… he stared at the very sinful temptation before him.
So focused on the perfect posterior that Hope didn't see as his foe reached behind herself and grabbed a handful of white hair. She violently shoved Hope's shocked face into her ass. His nose disappeared between her buttcheeks, his own cheeks (facial) and forehead pressed against her soft globes. Hope's wide eyes saw only toned, full ass as the cursed warrior obscenely began twerking against his face.
Light pulled his head off. "Lick my ass you little slut."
Hope obeyed; licking up and down one globe, then the other, helped by the metal claw in his hair. He soon got lost in the taste as he tongued her backside.
"Well? Thank me for the privilege of tasting my ass. Cocoon slut!"
He did so.
Lightning cut off his pitiful thanks by once again pulling his head into her ass. Hope mumbled around globular flesh threatening to asphyxiate him.
Without warning, Light strolled forwards, dragging the kneeling warrior with him- still on his knees, still with a face full of ass.
She stopped at a table filled with weapons- of a sort:
A strap; blood red in colour with a L'Cie brand pattern rising from the straps surface.
A cane; glowing faintly with an alarming red light
And a large, multi-strand flogger; seemingly vibrating like the tendrils of a living thing.
The villainous L'Cie's eyes glittered as she gloated that Hope's pure, white ass would be beaten red by her Cursed Strap, his strong, noble back would be broke by her Branding Cane and his debased cock would be ruined by her Condemning Flogger.
She smiled cruelly and declared that her prisoner would pick the number of times he would be punished. She had a number in mind for each.
"Choose wrong and I shall add to your pain. I'll let your feeble imagination ruminate on that…"
Hope bowed and told the cursed warrioress that he would 'like' 30 strikes from the strap, 20 from the cane and 12 with the flogger.
"So brave." She taunted. "Or so depraved."
Hope bent over a table submitting to the Pulse empowered woman.
Blood-red Holoimages of Hope's predicament appeared around him, showing his debasement. He looked at them in resignation.
The pink-haired demoness grinned as she felt up Hope's ass, her blue eyes glowed with unearthly light showing her enjoyment of the frightened tremble in her captives helpless limbs.
She bent over him, light glinting off her menacing headdress as she did.
"You will receive 30 strokes and thank me after each one." She spoke right into his ear causing a shiver.
She drew back her arm with her chosen weapon, waiting and watching to let her destined enemy and slave stew in fear of what was to come.
SMAACKKK!
The sharp and exquisitely designed strap snapped into his ass.
In the real world, Hope's hands delved deep into his trousers as he stared helplessly into his TV translating the fantasy….
Recoiling from the first terrible imaginary strike, Hope remembered to thank the rose-haired demon for punishing him.
The demon slowly beat him, cruelly stretching out the torture.
"Such a mighty puppet of Cocoon Fal'Cie…" (Hope suspected she was impressed by his endurance).
After the 30th strike, Hope looked into the crystal holos detailing his pain-wracked body covered in bruises and his face showing surprising pain and lust.
Just as in the real world, the very dedicated actress grimaced and sobbed as her 'captor' cruelly groped her bruised ass, the dream Hope shivered as he felt cold metal claws trail along and press into the red lines across his wounded ass.
"Cocoon puppet, your first punishment is over." She announced.
The scantily clad villainess strode away gracefully to sit in her throne.
"Your body is a toy- for the Fal'Cie and now me. Play with it."
Hope obeyed, shamefully caressing his nipples, rolling his balls, his body treacherously reacted.
At the L'Cie's lewd, barking order, Hope began gyrating his pelvis, pumping his shaft, acting like a pornographic puppet on the strings of a pervert. When she saw his impressive member grow longer and harder she commanded him to stop.
Light taunted him; "Experienced in jacking off?"
Hope said he wasn't- his tormentor made him lie and say he masturbated daily.
"This is not about your pleasure, Cocoon slut, but your punishment."
The lewdly armoured demoness ordered him to get the Branding Cane, kiss it like a lover and then beg her to continue the punishment since he was nothing more than a toy to those of power.
Approaching orgasm on his coach, Hope's mind imagined (from experience with Mistress Rose) that the cane was long and sharp, striking against his skin and muscles so hard he almost screamed.
Again, he imagined his beautiful, amazing demon slowly, cruelly punishing him by caning him from both sides of his body, her beautiful eyes watching him and nothing else keenly.
After the 20th blow Light stopped and much to Hope's "despair" cruelly told him he had guessed wrong and would receive an additional 20 strokes from the cane.
She rubbed this in by stroking Hope's face affectionately and whispering taunts in his ear.
"For your final 10 strokes you will stand on your tiptoes, get some height you shrimp." She hissed with venom after 10 vicious extra hits from the still glowing Branding Cane.
The 5,11 Hope shuddered, body wracked with pain.
He stood on his toes, wobbling as Light watched.
The first blow, knife sharp and boulder heavy, knocked him forwards onto his flat feet.
"Back on your toes!" The demoness barked.
The beating recommenced.
Just before the 10th blow fell, Hope in reality orgasmed, he fell off the coach hitting the floor in a sticky heap.
Basking in the successful masturbation fantasy, Hope smiled drunkenly.
'I wonder if Light... in reality... will do those things to me soon…'
After 'cleaning up' he returned to the TV- the porno was still on- and he got hard again…
END CHAPTER 2
AUTHORS NOTES
This is half of what was one chapter- it became too long and convoluted- hopefully the 'third chapter' will come sooner.
In this story Fang and Vanille are NOT from Pulse or L'Cie.