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----Super Fighter Slaves X - -Episode 9 A Princess Shattered---- Length: 39:08 (Synopsis) Nova recalls her past, and is brought to the reality of this never ending nightmare! --------------------- ? Hentai : 55% ? Action : 20% ?️ Story : 25% --------------------- Google Drive Link: Episode 9 Episode Images

I was incredibly bored while at work, so I went ahead thought up some perverted scenarios. I intended to have slave/bondage fates for my roegadyn for every part of the world, but only a few have materialized so far: Uldah Doma Limsa No particular location Still open: Gridania Ishgard Ala mhigo Any suggestions, critiques, death threats and improvements welcome!

Tortured until she unlockes up the cubes full power, Will Nova be able to endure the tortures of her enemy or will she break... Scene from Episode 9 of SFSX

I'd dreamed it, and there she was: Queen Isabel, captured and bound. Hinged handcuffs were wired to Croup Manor's huge basement girder, and I'd taken the liberty of removing her shoes to bind her feet. Like me, Isabel did not wear socks either. Maybe like me, she was sensitive down there too... In any case, I had to wait for her to wake up; Kimy told me she'd be knocked out for an hour or so. I could still enjoy my catch a little longer! Captive Isabel woke up angry at being taken prisoner. I moved closer, taunting her by touching her nose with my fingertip: "At last you're back! Greetings Isabel, did you miss me?" "Calista! You bitch! Get your mistress free right now!" "Yeah, I don't think so. Revenge is a fool's game. And believe me, I know exactly how to play it." "I'm gonna cut loose, smash your face in, and then..." I had enough, I was forced to interrupt. I put my foot on her throat to remind who was in control around here. "You see, Isabel, you lost. The only reason you're still breathing at this point is because you somehow bailed me out of Libertalia. By the way, sorry about that, but there can't be much left of it now, same goes for Wire... You can bet your boots on it. But you know, on the other hand, I haven't forgotten our first encounter, or how I had to please you on the way to Nuka World. So today, you're going to return the favor. If you do a good job pleasing me, I'll let you live and you'll never hear from me again. Agreed?" She nodded. I had a pretty good idea of what I wanted from her. "First, you're going to lick my feet and I expect it to be done right. If you try to bite me, I'll choke you with my foot." It was the first time I'd ever asked this of anyone. Now I understood why it felt so damn nice, Isabel knew how to use her tongue and my toes seemed to be so mellow. "Good, good, my former mistress is gifted! I want the same on my other foot, is that clear?" Isabel nodded again. I wondered why she was so docile, was she afraid for her life? Well, I certainly enjoyed it. While she licked my other foot, I couldn't help staring at her feet. I really did have a fetish for it... I was starting to imagine certain things in my head that turned me on. Isabel belonged to that slave-owning caste that disgusted me, but she only did it for her own survival first, and then for her own gain. Currently, Isabel had to worship my feet in order to be spared. Her survival and gain were now tied to my satisfaction and I wasn't done with her yet. I lay down before Isabel's feet. I began to stroke her soles with two fingers, to test her ticklishness: "Well... after tying you up and taking off your shoes, I wondered... Is the great Queen Isabel vulnerable? Seeing your bare feet exposed like that... It's worth a try isn't it?" "Don't you dare..." "What? It's not like you did this to me a few months ago. Besides, a little tickling is always fun!" She tried to keep her cool, but it wasn't going to take her much longer to lose it. With both hands, and by tickling her feet thoroughly, I finally made her laugh. "What's wrong? My mistress can't take being tickled, can she? I knew a tough gal like you had a weak spot, I just didn't expect it to be so... simple to uncover." "Ahahahaha! You won't get away with it Calista! You'll payahahahaha!" "Yeah yeah, keep talking. But remember to breath, we've still got plenty of time to spend together!" After several minutes of tickling, I gave Isabel a break. Kneeling above her, I showed her who was in charge from now on: "What the hell are you doing with that knife? Put it away, you can hurt me!" "Don't you recognize your own blade, Isabel? I could finish you off in a split second, but we're not done yet. Do you recall the burglary night? You tore my bodysuit off to humiliate me. An eye for an eye..." "I fucking hate you, Calista!" "Likewise. Hold still, I want to find out what's underneath that shirt." I cut Isabel's shirt to make her topless. My arousal rose again, as I began to touch myself and enjoy it. "You're such a nasty perv, you know that?" "Come on... I can't help it, I'm attracted to sexy bodies and your breasts turn me on..." "Gross! Enough is enough, set me free now!" She wasn't in any position to tell me what to do. Captive Isabel deserved a little reminder. I tickled one of her breasts and also her ribs. Isabel was caught off guard and giggled. "I'll decide when I'm done with you. Your upper body's a little less ticklish though... Think of it more as a massage." "Ahahaha please stop!" "Since you asked nicely I'll give you a break, okay?" "Only on your upper body, I'm going to take good care of your feet, tickling them in the proper manner!" Isabel burst out laughing, unable to resist any longer. I'd managed to crack her, courtesy of an intense hour of tickling torture. "Sorry, but I love it! I hit all the right spots in your soles, didn't I?" "Ahahahahah! Yes! Calista please stop, I'm about to piss my pants!" "You wouldn't dare. But I'm actually stopping for real this time." I wrapped up the session by moving closer to Isabel's face to kiss her, but also to get an answer to a question that had been on my mind: "Be honest with me Isabel, was I really worth anything to you? Other than caps and being your slave?" "I wouldn't have taken you with me if I didn't have a crush on you, Calista." "Well, thanks, that's all I wanted to hear." We kissed one last time. Both of us broke character. The mistress-slave bond came to an end. Shortly afterwards, Fahrenheit joined the party. I knew she had a score to settle with Isabel over Goodneighbor's affairs. My former mistress felt embarrassed and betrayed. "Calista, who the hell is this woman and what the hell is she doing here?" "Sorry Isabel, it's just business." "I'm Fahrenheit and I'm taking your ass back to Hancock's office. He didn't like the dirty tricks you were pulling with the Triggermen and wants to hear all about it." "But... You said you'd let me live..." "Exactly. I didn't say how or with whom you'd live, though." "You lying little bitch, I'll have your head!" "I've heard enough. Calista, you can go outside. I'll make sure our prisoner is fully restrained for the homeward journey. And gag her because she's pissing me off!" I sat on the mansion's front porch. The sun was slowly beginning to rise, dawn lighting up the horizon with a soft orange hue. I thought of nothing, just enjoying the moment. Kimy discreetly joined me for a chat: "What's on your mind Cali honey?" "It's so beautiful, isn't it? I wish I could live these moments every day. Clear my head and simply cherish the world we live in now." "You know... You could do a lot more than that. Walk with me." "Take a look at this mansion. It's been partially destroyed for centuries and no one has tried to repair it. You could do it, Calista. Home isn't a defined place, it's what you make of it. Plus, you've got everything you love around here: a big house like in your old days, the ocean for you to swim in, the sand for you to walk barefoot leisurely... I'll help you renovate it if you need a change of scenery, okay?" "Thanks Kimy, it means a lot to me! The mansion has potential but I don't know, it sounds like a tough project... I'll give it some thought." Kimy and I returned to our role as chatterboxes while Fahrenheit escorted a shackled Isabel: "Come on, move it, we've got a long way to go to Goodneighbor!" Seeing her captive like that, I had some flashbacks of the auction day's events before resuming the conversation with my friend: "So your research didn't pan out? After so many months in DC?" "Yeah, I spent more time marketing my devious devices in Rivet City than actually digging into the serum's content. It was only last month that I found out what it does: it alters your strength and stamina for about ten minutes. You seem to be invincible during this period. But it doesn't alter your lifespan, a unique Cabot property, no doubt." "Wow, that sounds incredible! If you knew what I was doing last month... You wouldn't believe your eyes!" Fahrenheit forced Isabel onto her knees. Kimy and I joined them, the three of us looking down at the tightly bound prisoner. "The female slaver is ready for transport. Quite ironic that she's the one chained up. A taste of her own medicine, am I right, Calista?" "Isabel has caused so much trouble... She captured me, tortured me, shipped me away by train and then acquired me from raiders. I did the same to her. I think we're even now." "Oh? That explains why she so desperately wanted to pee. You tickled her until she lost it, didn't you?" "Maybe I did. You can use that on her to get your questions answered." "Clever, thanks for the tip! Come on, it's time to go." "You better walk or I'll kick your ass to force you to!" Fahrenheit had this very wicked side, fortunately for me, she was in my corner. Kimy handed me my backpack with my clothes and supplies. "We're going back to Goodneighbor. I know you've got a stop to make first, and since it's so close... You should head there right away. I'm sure your little girl will be thrilled to welcome you again!" "Thanks Kimy, you are truly the best!" "I know! Good luck Calista and think about what we talked about." I changed and set off for Salem, located an hour's walk from the Croup Manor. The town looked as deserted and forlorn as ever, just like the first time I'd visited it almost a year ago. I had made a promise to Katy: when I was clear of all my problems, I would come back for her and we would live together. I intended to honor that word. As I approached Barney's bunker, where I expected to see him and Katy again, I saw several Mirelurks corpses. The turrets had probably killed them but I had to stay on my toes because they didn't cover the whole city and could also run out of ammo. For these reasons, I drew my revolver, my fellow gun during my Midnight Express. I kept moving before two more mirelurks appeared. Damn, they were scary as hell comin' up from the ground. That wasn't going to stop me from taking them out, they weren't very fast and their shells protected their entire bodies. They only had one weak point, their tiny faces. That's where I was aiming at. I had shot dead the first one, but the glowing second one made an aggressive charge with its claws. I dived to the side to get a perfect view over the remaining mirelurk's face. Two bullets later, it collapsed as well. With the danger averted, I climbed the stairs to Barney's house. He came to greet me after hearing my gunshots. "Calista, what a nice surprise! Thanks for the help, we've been a bit overwhelmed lately..." "Hi Barney! Where's Katy? Is she safe?" "Yeah, she was sniping mirelurks from the roof, you'll find her in the back." After all these months, we were finally reunited! I took her in my arms and gave her the warmest of hugs. "Katy! I told you I'd come back for you! It's all over now, I'm free as a bird! We can live anywhere! Are you ready to venture out again with me?" She looked just as happy to welcome me back as I did, and she nodded in response to my question. I felt like I'd abandoned her yesterday, but I won't let that ever happen again! END OF PART 1

The old woman took me to a small house located near the ranch. "Would you like anything? Supplies? Shoes?" "No thanks, I don't want to overstay my welcome." "Suit yourself. We've had some recent trouble with a pirate crew. They've set up shop in shantytown deeper in the forest, kidnapping people to sell them into slavery. Perhaps you've met them." "I've encountered a few lone bandits on the way, yes. They're gone now, and that's how I got this rifle!" "Well done, hija! But forgive me, you're not from around here, what's your story?" We sat on the front porch and I explained my journey, from leaving Boston by boat to this day. "Wow, it's been quite a trip! And I guess you want to go home, right?" "Exactly, I saw a lighthouse on the coast. Given its condition, people live there. Maybe they spotted my boat or know where I could take one." "You've got great perception! We do business with them, when we're not being attacked. Maybe you could help us. You've got a firearm, it's quite rare around these parts. I'm asking you to get rid of just one person, their leader. Get the general then the soldiers will give up without a fight." "I can do that, yes. If you promise to help me leave this place." "Agreed, I promise. Shall we go inside?" "You can stay here for the night. Your best chance would be to attack just before sunset. 3 a.m. might be appropriate. When you leave for the lighthouse, follow the main roads and don't venture out. Coastal pirates are far more vicious than those next to us." "Many thanks to you! I'll be back in one piece with your help!" "I'm sure you will! Good luck on your journey." I lay down on the sofa. The house had no roof and I could see the stars emerging as night began to fall. I had a quick assassination to do before reaching the lighthouse. I didn't mind, because the reward was a trip back to Boston. Once back, I'd deal with Queen Isabel and return to Katy. A simple plan for a peaceful life. Shantytown, around 3 a.m. I took up position on some rocks above the shantytown. There wasn't much to observe, my feet dangling perhaps, but otherwise I saw a couple of guards trying not to fall asleep at their posts while others made the rounds. I was looking for a muscular guy with a helmet on his head, that was the chief's general description I asked for before leaving the ranch. Once I had spotted him, I drew my rifle and aimed. Muscular man, helmet on his head, Spanish words given to his troops, it was definitely the leader. To be sure of killing him, I decided to shoot his upper torso, the least muscular part of his body. The shot woke up the whole slum. The pirates would soon be hunting me down, and I couldn't stay there. To get to the lighthouse, I had to take a road guarded by a pirate stationed in a tower. He was looking for me with his sniper rifle. Too bad he didn't know which rocks I was hiding behind. After my second shot, I ran away from the pirates. There was no point in wasting the few bullets I had left on them. I followed the moonlit dirt road to an abandoned village, one of my checkpoints before reaching the lighthouse. I made my way to the small village square, joined by the dawn and its chirping early birds. I could see the mountain from here, the main hub of my Costa Rican adventure. All I had to do was climb it and head back down to the coast on the other side. My ascent had gone perfectly, and I didn't meet a soul in the heights. The lighthouse hadn't moved since the last time, which was a good thing. It could have been attacked or destroyed in a matter of days. The main road led back down towards the coast. I still had some ground to cover, but my goal was in sight. I was almost arrived, but decided to take a break at a roadside cottage with its own greenhouse. Like the village, this one looked abandoned, but I remembered yesterday's conversation with the elderly woman - there could be pirates around here. As a precaution, I pulled out my rifle and headed for the front door. After inspecting the door to see if it was booby-trapped or not, I kicked it in with my foot. Everything seemed normal, the house had just been abandoned by its residents. I wanted to pick up some supplies before getting to the lighthouse. I'd forgotten a key part of the conversation with the elderly woman: pirates lay vicious traps. I stepped on a pressure plate hidden under the carpet and a grenade rolled to my feet. It exploded instantly, releasing a gas that asphyxiated me and made me pass out. When I woke up, I had been disarmed and stripped of my leather armor. I was tied to a post with my breasts exposed, in a rather awkward position. I stared at the small group of pirates who had picked me up and placed me here. I was angry at them, but mostly, I was angry at myself for having been tricked once again. One of the female pirates came over and inspected me from head to toe before speaking: "Qui es tu, étrangère ? Tu ne ressembles pas aux autres que l'on capture ici." She spoke in French and wondered what I was doing here. They knew I wasn't from this part of the world. "Fuck you, bitch!" "Une fille qui parle anglais ! Fascinant ! Le boss sera ravi de faire ta connaissance. Amenez la au cargo et apportez le joug, au cas où elle tente quelque chose." I was going to be taken to their base in a... joug? I couldn't translate that word and that didn't sound good. So the French word joug meant yoke. It was a device quite unpleasant to bear. In its physical form, because I could no longer use my hands for anything, and in its moral form, because I felt like a draught animal. I was escorted to the pirate base, with the man in front and the woman behind with her rifle pointed at my buttocks. I'd had better endings to my former vacations. We kept walking along the beach, the midday sun beating down on us. I had a gift for getting myself into perilous situations... To spice things up halfway around the world with pirates who spoke French. It was hopeless to try an escape without the risk of being shot. I would have to endure what was to happen next and find a way. The pirates halted by a boat stranded on the beach. I was forced to kneel while they examined it. I didn't need to know any further. It was my boat, and it wouldn't take them long to find out. The pirate woman stared at me to keep me subdued while the pirate man talked to her: "Une jolie fille et un bateau échoué, quelles sont les chances ? Tu penses que c'est le sien ?" "Je ne sais pas et j'm'en fous. Elle a de beaux seins cependant. J'ai hâte de m'occuper d'elle !" "Faudra voir ça avec le boss. On devrait y aller, les autres s'occuperont du navire." Perverted bitch, she was leering at my breasts! The pirates' base was a massive cargo ship also washed up on the Costa Rican coast. I could see dozens of them... it reminded me of an old factory in Boston. I was in a real quagmire, and it would get even worse after dealing with the pirates' captain. I was locked up in a cage on the cargo ship. Several minutes later, a man with a ridge and a killer's grin came and sat down. The pirate leader himself had come to check on his merchandise, me: "My men told me they'd picked up a priceless treasure on the coast, and they didn't disappoint. You're gonna fetch a nice fortune when I find you a buyer. An American girl, right? I heard they had a pretty good slave network up there." "Screw you and your men! I've slaughtered dozens like you, you don't scare me." "Did someone ever tell you the definition... of insanity? That's exactly how you sound, a disillusioned lunatic. Look where you are, trapped like a fucking rat! But don't worry, we've got plenty of time to fix that." "You won't get away with it, I'll make you pay!" "Keep talking, girl. In the meantime, we'll have to remedy this attitude disorder. Maybe spending some time with the crew will ease your mind. If you behave this badly, I'll let them deal with you as they see fit." "You won't break me that easily, I've been through worse!" "Is that a challenge? I'll accept it. We're going to take off those pants and gag you. You're going to be one of us until you're sold, sweet slave..." Completely naked and gagged, I was taken to a room, still yoked. A hooded pirate woman opened the door and saw me on the bed: "Hot new slave! Don't worry, I'll be nice to you." "Come on puppet, spread your thighs and let me work my magic." There was nothing I could do, no way to escape or struggle. I was going to have to endure their assault and resist with all my energy. Back in hell, from castaway to slave. I had to believe in my purgatory to save myself. After being soiled and humiliated by pirates for several days, they eventually found potential buyers. Remember my boat? Well, it was searched from top to bottom, and the pirates managed to contact a large group of raiders in the Commonwealth. I was bartered for guns and ammunition and sent back to Boston. I didn't think I would hate returning home that much. To celebrate my release, the pirate's leader decided to change my hairstyle, too rebellious for his taste: "Voilà, it's better like that! We'll miss you, American slave. We'll keep some of your hair as a souvenir. Bon voyage!" And thus concludes Act 5 (Chapters 21 to 24) of Calista's adventures. Will she manage to regain her freedom and complete her journey unscathed? To be determined in the final act! END OF ACT 5