Final Fuckasy (closed for UnHolyPimpHand)

[Emstar202]

The two female Avalanche members made their way through Wall Market, dressed to the nines, well, for slum girl standards at least. They’d had to get creative with their outfits, but Jessie knew how to sew from her work at the theater and Madam M had helped them out, being Jessie’s sponsor and all. The Madam and Jessie had got along surprisingly well. Tifa was grateful for the Madam’s help, of course, but she wasn’t sure about her outfit. She tugged her skirt down anxiously as it kept riding up her thighs. Although she was used to wearing a mini skirt, she never had to worry about it riding up because she wore shorts underneath it. Tonight however, she wore a skin-tight blue dress that seemed to her more like lingerie than evening attire. The neckline was sinful, dipping low between her huge breasts. She feared if she moved the wrong way her breasts would come spilling out. She also thought Madam had gone a little overboard with the dark, smoky makeup, but if this was what the Don liked…

Tifa did her best to ignore the cat calls along the way as Jessie egged on the most handsome of their pursuers with winks and enticing glances. She was beginning to regret letting Jessie convince her into making them three strong drinks to “loosen them up” before they left. Like Jessie needed any more loosening!

Tifa was not used to this degree of attention. Jessie must be used to it, given her past theater experience, but not Tifa. Sure, she’d have to tell off the occasional flirty customer at Seventh Heaven who got a touch too aggressive from time to time, but that was nothing compared to some of the vulgar things these men were saying to her and Jessie here in Wall Market. The community the Don had fostered had no respect for women at all. They were mere property - beautiful, living statutes to be dressed up and played with. As they turned the corner to the main road before the Don’s palace, the cat calls got worse.

“Come over here, baby. You’d look good with your lips around my cock.”

“I got 500 gil with your name on it, whore, if you’ll let me cum all over those big jugs of yours.”

“Ladies, ladies, please. You don’t have to go to the Don for fucking. I’ve got enough inches to keep you both satisfied.”

The calls were ceaseless! Tifa did her best to drown them out, but Jessie was not helping as she wiggled her eyebrows at a group of young men outside the Coliseum who’d made some disgusting comment about filling up all three of Jessie’s fuck holes. Tifa averted her eyes quickly as one of the men gestured them over, but Jessie angled her body towards them as they passed, allowing her ass to be slapped before running off to catch up with Tifa, laughing wickedly and stumbling slightly.

“Jessie! Would you please stop encouraging them?” Tifa begged as they approached the Don’s mansion, continuing to ignore the cat calls from the lewd men they passed on the street.

“I’m just psyching myself up, okay? I’m nervous.”

“Don’t worry. It’s gonna be fine,” Tifa said, trying to convince herself as much as her friend.

Jessie bobbed her head in agreement. “Right, right. You’re right. I mean, look at us! Honestly, I don’t think Don Corneo will be able to make up his mind - He’ll be so smitten he’ll pick both of us,” Jessie said as she did an elaborate twirl, showing off her tight little body in her hot pink dress. It hugged her modest curves tightly and had showy, sparkly sequins decorating the middle. She wasn’t wearing a bra either, so her perky nipples could be seen poking against the fabric. Like Tifa, her dress stopped about mid thigh, and kept riding up her ass as she strode along on her jet black high heels.

They were at the door sooner than Tifa would have liked. “We’re here to see the Don,” she announced to his lackeys. She felt the heat of the gaze of the three men standing guard on her body. She forced herself not to avert her eyes from the silver haired man even after she’d spoken. Chocobo Sam had told her she needed to show confidence in order to get in, at least at first.

“You must be the new candidates,” The man with silver hair said. Was that a flash of pity that crossed his face? “Don’s been expecting you.”

The door opened painfully slowly with an ominous creak. The girls finally entered. They were ordered to wait in a storage room until the Don was ready to see them.

Tifa sighed a breath of relief when they were finally alone. This relief didn’t last long however, as a strange pink smoke began billowing into the room through the vents. The last thing she felt was Jessie grabbed her hand and whimpering as the knockout gas consumed them.

***

When Aerith woke up she found herself in an unfamiliar yet familiar place. It looked like somewhere inside the Shinra building, but she’d never been to this part of the building before. She was tied up in a corner of an elaborate, expensive looking executive break room of some sort, stripped of all her materia and staff. Her head throbbed painfully as her brain slowly pieced the last few hours together.

The last thing she remembered was getting effortlessly tossed to the ground by Rude as Reno clashed blades with Cloud. The Turks. Of course. It had been naive of her to think they were finally leaving her alone for a while. Whenever she got comfortable they’d pay her a visit - sometimes drugging her and harvesting who knows what from her body for Hojo to experiment on. Evidently, examining her DNA alone was not enough anymore.

Her eyes searched the room frantically. She felt it odd they had left her alone. But then she realized she wasn’t alone. She spotted Cloud tied up in the corner opposite her. He was still passed out. A wave of relief passed over her. She thanked the Planet he remained unharmed.

“Cloud!” she called, willing him awake.

Before she got to say anything further she heard footsteps outside and the door opened, at last bringing Aerith face to face with their captors.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Leslie Kyle and two others among Don Corneo’s most trusted lackeys were guarding the large, ornate, traditionally-styled double doors that led into the open-air hallway that led to the Don’s massive Ballroom. Leslie was just lighting a cigarette that he’d bummed from Raleigh when two absolute bombshells approached—perched up on tall stilettos and made up like models. Leslie took a long draw of his smoke, letting his eyes roam over the two girls’ bodies from top to tail as they approached.

One Leslie recognized as a bartender from Sector 7, the other looked familiar but he couldn’t quite place her—maybe an old dancer from the Honeybee, or a hopeful that was turned away. She had a dancer’s body at least. Gorgeous, full of life—they were always so full of life when they came in…

”We’re here to see the Don,” the bartender announced, doing a poor job of disguising her nervousness—still, she ought to have been afraid. It wouldn’t be a bar she’d be tending from now on.

“You must be the new candidates,” Leslie remarked, his expression placid as he inspected their recommendations, then inspected them once again, looking straight down the neckline of Tifa’s dress. Her tits were practically supernatural. “Don’s been expecting you.”

Leslie breathed out a cloud of smoke passing between the two girls so as not to impede too much on their perfume. He turned and gestured for Raleigh and Hooper to open the double doors, which they did. Leslie walked the two candidates down the open-air hallway. Two gentle streams passed over rounded rocks on either side of the walkway that led to another set of elaborately-carved double doors.

This time Leslie opened the doors himself, crushing his cigarette out in a gold-gilded ashtray.

“Up the stairs, last door on the right,” Leslie pointed, steering the girls toward the waiting area that was used as storage space most of the time, “and don’t go poking around. We’re watching you.”

Leslie was greeted by Switchblade and Houndstooth who were less discreet than the others who had been given front door duty. Both were prolific fighters, retired arena dogs, valued more for their might than their discretion. Houndstooth howled after the girls, as he was wont to do—while Switchblade pressed himself against the wall and made a show of trying to look up their short skirts as they passed by on the second level.

“Come on, guys—act like you’ve been here before,” Leslie sighed. He never took quite the pleasure in this process that his contemporaries did, “they’ll be in your hands in no time.”

When the girls passed into the waiting room, Leslie retrieved a set of gas masks from one of the crates scattered around the Ballroom. He passed the masks to the others before squeezing past a stack of crates where he accessed a panel in the wall. He opened the panel and turned a crank-wheel on a set of massive tanks and the wide hoses which spread out from there twitched and hissed, filling the enclosed space with Sleep gas in a matter of moments. Opening the panel had automatically locked the door to the room the girls were in. Leslie waited for a few moments, reciting the alphabet in his head, a trick he’d self-taught to gauge how much gas would do the trick without question.

Leslie cut the gas and closed the panel, he squeezed his way past the crates and grabbed the other two. They strapped the masks to their faces before opening up the room where the girls were now unconscious.

“I’ll get the bartender, you two grab the other,” Leslie ordered his subordinates as he cradled Tifa in his arms, lifting her like a newlywed across the threshold. At least she would be handled with care…

Houndstooth pounced on Jessie’s prone body, shedding his mask and burying his face into her round, muscular ass-cheeks, shaking his head from side-to-side ferociously—motor-boating the unconscious girl’s ass-cheeks. It didn’t take much for Jessie’s short skirt to ride up, exposing Jessie’s underwear to Houndstooth’s lapping tongue.

“Come on, you know the Don gets first pick… plus there might still be gas…”

“I don’ff gbivv a—” Houndstooth succumbed all at once to the effects of the gas, his mouth and tongue still spread open across Jessie’s panties.

Switchblade sighed, lifting the petite girl over his shoulder with her skirt still hiked up around her waist. As he carried her down to the dungeon, Switchblade slapped Jessie’s barely clothed ass around a bit. It did have an exquisite jiggle to it. He hoped that the Don wouldn’t choose her—the boss was more of a tit man.

The third girl, some slum-rat named Kyrie was already down in the dungeon. The two other bodies joined her on the rough, stone floor. With that, the girls were searched, thoroughly and handsily. Their materia taken, and their gil stolen. Lastly, each was fitted with a unique enfeeblement ring which kept them in a state of Confusion even after they would wake.

“Alright, clear out,” Leslie ordered, since it was clear that the search was over and Switch was just feeling her up, “it’s the Don’s show now.”

Leslie and Switchblade locked the heavy, wooden door behind themselves.



*-*-*



“Yes, Sir. We understand,” Tseng bowed respectfully, genuinely surprised to have gained Hojo’s approval, “and thank you.”

“Just don’t cum in her! I have big plans for that uterus…” Hojo slathered, wringing his hands while he watched Aerith begin to stir through a monitor, “otherwise, enjoy yourselves—in fact!”

Hojo turned away from the monitors, an idea suddenly occurring to him. He opened a small specimen refrigerator and retrieved a tray of four syringes, filled with glowing, purple liquid.

“I’m testing a new mind-break drug for interrogations—it’s made from raw mana fluids, something like a super-intense charm spell. I’ll record the results from here.”

“Thank you again, Sir,” Tseng nodded, accepting the tray of syringes.

The three men in black, tailored suits left the lab observation level and rode the elevator back down to their break room where the prisoners were being held. They saw Aerith calling out for Cloud. Reno couldn’t hold himself back anymore, he charged across the room and grabbed Aerith by the shoulders, lifting her to her feet.

“I’m really going to enjoy this,” Reno sneered, releasing her shoulders in favor of the sides of her face, he kissed her deeply and passionately just as Cloud was coming to his senses.

“Hm… Huh?” Cloud blinked his blue-green eyes, “Aerith?”

“Just lie back, Lover Boy,” Rude placed a gloved hand on Cloud’s shoulder, holding him down, “you’re not calling the shots this time.”

Reno tossed Aerith over sidelong, onto the plush, leather couch. He took one of the syringes from Tseng and injected the full contents into Aerith’s neck.

“Let that one take effect before you give her more,” Tseng warned, his tone as flat and emotionless as ever.

“You got it boss—but I don’t think I even need the drugs to make this tight bitch squeal,” Reno sneered, unbuckling his belt and pulling his slacks down to free his long, rigid cock, “fucking difficult, mouthy bitch—you’ve had this coming…”

Reno grabbed behind Aerith’s knee and spread her legs open, breaking free several buttons on the lower edge of her pink, floral dress. Reno slid his hands up Aerith’s smooth, pale thighs, grabbing the edges of her white panties and tugging them aggressively down her thighs—leaving red marks on her pale skin in certain places where her struggle caused the fabric to cut.

“No use for foreplay—it’s not prom night,” Reno chuckled, spitting onto the rounded head of his veiny cock, “payback time, bitch!”

Reno slid his entire length into Aerith’s inexperienced pussy in one long push, pressing her slender body back into the plush leather cushions.

“Aerith! No!” Cloud screamed, kicking and fighting clumsily against Rude’s grip which was unfaltering.

*-*-*


All at once, music blared throughout the dungeon—“Don of the Slums,” Corneo’s signature track played loudly as screens around the dungeon flickered to life, revealing a cartoon, chibi version of Don Corneo himself. The cartoon mascot spoke with Corneo’s own voice.

“Wakey, wakey my little beauties!” Don Corneo’s voice rang out over the speaker system, “the time has come for your big moment! One of you will become my newest bride—queen of the slums! Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho!”

Dim lights and candles lit the space, steering the eye to a long, central staircase, different than the one they were brought down.

“If you stay too long I might decide to keep you as dungeon meat—only one gets to be my bride! Ho-ho-hoh-ho-hooo!”

The music was growing louder and louder, designed to rush the girls along into the Don’s bedroom.

“You may be feeling a little strange—my engagement rings have that effect—among other effects, ho-ho-ho-ho-ho! Don’t try to take them off though. There’s an anti-tampering spell and I don’t have an amputee fetish—hohohohohohoo!”

 

[Emstar202]

The first thing Tifa saw when she opened her eyes was Jessie. Her friend's warm, chocolate brown eyes were staring at her with fear on her face. This look was unusual for the perky brunette, who always seemed ready to take on the world.

Tifa took a sharp breath inward. They were at the Don’s, right? Why was it taking so much effort for her to sift through her memories? Barret had warned them they were in over their heads coming here, but Jessie was headstrong and Tifa was desperate for information. However, as she looked at the fear in Jessie’s eyes she realized maybe Barret was right - maybe they were in over their heads. She rarely saw Jessie so uncertain.

“I think we need to get out of here,” Jessie said with a seriousness Tifa had never heard from her.

“Why? What’s happened?” Tifa responded groggily, slowly coming to her senses. Her mind felt clouded, almost like someone had cast a confuse charm on her in battle. She shook her head sharpy, trying to dislodge the hazy smog.

“Tifa,” the sound of her name helped her focus. Jessie was staring at her, squirming uncomfortably. “I’m… wet,” She told Tifa, gesturing to her crotch. “And I know it’s not from me.”

The seriousness in her eyes was of a severeness Tifa had never seen cross her friend’s face before, even when she discussed the anatomy of her explosiveness or her father’s coma. Tifa knew she was deathly serious.

Before she got a chance to reassure Jessie, a grating voice pierced the silence.

“Oh please. It’s definitely just from you,” An irritating voice interrupted them. The girls turned to find Kyrie, the gossip scum of the slums (in Tifa’s opinion) was the third candidate for the Don's bride. The pair glared sharply at her.

“I’m telling you, this isn’t from me!” Jessie hissed. She strode over to Kyrie, hands on her hips. “I’ve fucked enough guys to know.”

Kyrie scoffed, but couldn’t come up with a witty retort fast enough to drown out the sudden surge of noise from the loud speakers that blasted throughout the room.

“Wakey, wakey my little beauties!” a booming voice suddenly resounded over the loudspeakers. “the time has come for your big moment! One of you will become my newest bride—queen of the slums! Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho!”

Tifa’s head ached as the loud sound of the loudspeaker reverberated in her brain. She tried to stay calm as she listened to the Don coax them to his chambers, illuminating the staircase in the center of the room. Tifa wasn’t sure if it was her own imagination or if the music was really getting louder, but either way she moved towards the central staircase, seeking to be rid of it.

“Let’s go,” she said to Jessie, encouraging her forward. She was determined to complete the mission. They could handle this - surely they could!

Uh… what was the mission exactly, again?

The three young women made their way up the center staircase, each trying to hide the nervous excitement they felt as they ascended, about to meet the Don of the slums himself.

When Don mentioned the enfeeblement rings Tifa instinctively began clawing at her hand, trying to remove it, but the Don’s laughter over the loudspeaker told her it was pointless. Just knowing she was under a confusion spell helped Tifa regain some of her senses, and she fought so hard to maintain what little of them she had left. By the time the three women made it to the Don’s chambers, Tifa was glistening with sweat trying to keep her wits about her. Her cleavage glistened with it, dress sticking tightly to her curves. She tugged her skirt down nervously, waiting for the Don to enter. Jessie was licking her lips and glancing around nervously as well, no longer aware of where or how she’d gotten here but prime to the danger nonetheless.

Tifa did her best to remain calm as the Don finally entered.

***

The three Turks burst through the door; her three enduring pursuers - Tseng, Reno, and Rude. Aerith felt both relieved and apprehensive all at once. She was used to them watching her, but they’d never gone so far as to capture her like this before. She tried to decipher the looks on their faces. Something seemed different this time.

As usual, Tseng’s expression was unreadable, as was Rude’s beneath his dark sunglasses. But Reno’s… Reno’s animalistic hunger for her was evident all over his face. She’d always seen a flicker of lust in his expression when he looked at her - he never bothered to hide it - but she could see it even more intensely than ever before at this moment.

Reno charged forward suddenly, acting upon the greedy desire that was evident all over his face. He pulled her to her feet by the shoulders, the look on his face threatening both vengeance and pleasure. It terrified and thrilled her all at once.

“I’m really going to enjoy this,” He sneered at her. Reno let go of her shoulders to grip her face in his warm palms, bright green eyes burning into her own. Aerith whimpered as he pulled her face to his, pressing his lips to hers. He forced her mouth open with his tongue, kissing her passionately. Aerith struggled in his grasp as her lips tried to close around his, trying to force him out, but Reno was relentless. He dragged his tongue over hers, lapped at her lips, forcing them open for him. Aerith did her best to protest, trying to ignore the tingling between her thighs as her favorite Turk bruised her lips with his kiss.

“Aerith?”

Cloud’s voice helped bring her back to her senses and she snapped her emerald eyes open; beat her hands against Reno’s back. She barely heard Rude’s remarks to Cloud as Reno shoved her down onto the couch. One rough hand held her still as the other plunged a syringe into her neck. Aerith tried to fight him to no avail as she felt the syringe’s contents slowly take effect.

Her pupils widened to an unnatural degree as her mouth fell open. Considering she was already shamefully attracted to the Turks, the contents of the charm syringe only enhanced her desire. Aerith didn’t understand what was happening to her. She didn’t want this, surely, yet somehow she couldn’t stop herself from moaning. “Reno…” she purred out his name, unable to stop herself as she stared into his eyes. As the drug made its way through her bloodstream Aerith grew more and more excited. Her body was priming itself for the red haired Turk, longing for his cock even as her mind willed her otherwise, fighting against the drug.

When she heard Tseng’s voice she turned her gaze to him, large emerald eyes wide in a desperate plea. “Please, stop this Tseng,” she begged, even as her body bucked against Reno’s.

Then she heard Cloud’s voice call out her name, and it brought her body halfway to its senses, halting her movement.

“Tseng! Please! Make him stop,” she begged, desperately trying to appeal to what she considered to be the Turk’s most reasonable member.

Tseng ignored her pleas and spoke directly to Reno. “Let that one take effect before you give her more,” he warned.

“You got it boss—but I don’t think I even need the drugs to make this tight bitch squeal,” Reno sneered, unbuckling his belt and pulling his slacks down to free his long, rigid cock.

Aerith hated herself for she knew his words to be true; she did want him, even before the drugs. She gasped at the sight of his cock, long and hard and leaking for her. Her body welcomed him even as her mind fought to reject him. Her nipples were already hardening in anticipation of the fire-haired Turk, pussy already dampening with desire.

“Fucking difficult, mouthy bitch—you’ve had this coming…” Reno sneered as he spread her open for him, forcing her thighs apart and dragging her plain white panties down.

Aerith felt tears spring to her eyes at his words. Even in her charmed state, her mind knew he was raping her even as her body longed to rejoice. She crossed her legs in defense as Reno spit lewdly onto the head of his veiny cock. Aerith felt her pussy clench at the sight and she cursed herself. She couldn’t like this. She couldn’t --

“AHHH!!” she cried out in pain as Reno forced his entire length into her sex in one complete motion, forcing her pussy lips apart for him. Aerith was no virgin, but she hadn’t had sex in quite a while and Reno’s lack of preparation hurt.

“Reno! Stop! Please, no!” she cried. She hoped she still had some sway with him. They’d been playing cat and mouse for years, after all, her and the Turks. She knew they worked for Shinra - they were the bad guys - but she never expected them to go so far as to rape her! “Please don’t!” she begged. She beat her hands into Reno’s shoulders, fighting against the pleasure he was giving her, fighting against letting out low, sinful moans.

She heard Cloud crying out, begging for them to stop. She whimpered and met Cloud’s eyes. He was struggling against Rude, desperate to be her hero. Aerith was torn between pleasure and pain. She wasn’t sure how much was due to the drug and how much was due to her pent up lust for Reno, but either way she couldn’t stop her pleasure from building as Reno began to fuck her senseless.

“Cloud! Save me!” she pleaded, tears springing to the corners of her eyes even as her body betrayed her words, hands gripping Reno’s shoulders as she thrust her hips up to his, meeting him thrust for thrust. “I don’t… want this...I don’t….” She started to moan softly as the charm drug took full effect, finally overtaking her mind as well as her body. She felt completely enamored with the red haired Turk fucking her senseless. She needed so much more.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Reno moaned out loud as he bottomed out inside Aerith’s tight but slick pussy and continued pushing after. He arched his back and bore down with his hips, pushing her hips into the plush cushions as he tried to penetrate her deeper still, stretching her open—making room for himself. When it seemed she had stretched to her limit, Reno began bouncing his hips, fucking her from deep to shallow and back again.

“This bitch is tight as a tick!” Reno chuckled to the others on the room, “but not a virgin. Somebody’s plucked this flower before us.”

“You’re kidding!” Tseng gasped, genuinely shocked by this revelation that his beloved charge, who he’d looked after since early childhood, had somewhere along the way given up her chastity.

“Told you so,” Rude smirked, spinning a back-heel kick into Cloud’s chest as the merc renewed his struggle to get up, “Tseng, you owe me 500 Gil.”

“Me too!” Reno chuckled, not even looking down as he grasped Aerith’s throat, lightly choking her as he withdrew a significant portion of his long, veiny cock before slamming it back deep again, “you owe each of us 500.”

“But this bodyguard hasn’t been alone with her for more than ten minutes…” Tseng pondered out loud.

“You dolt—she has that ex-boyfriend… the SOLDIER.” Rude interjected, shaking his head behind his dark glasses.

“She sure does have a type, don’t she,” Reno chuckled derisively before turning his attention back to Aerith, “don’t you, slut? You like SOLDIER boys? Or maybe now you like Turks, now that you’ve had a taste.”

Reno released her slender, swan-like throat in favor of gripping the sides of her face in one hand while he settled into a deep but mellow rhythm to his fucking. He held her face towards his own, looking deep into her (typically) expressive green eyes—but there was no focus or comprehension to them. He wanted her focus back, as much as he could wrestle it away from whatever Mako-infused super-drug they’d been forced to give her.

In truth, Reno would have like to take a run at her clear-headed. He felt strongly that he would have had a shot at getting inside that pink dress even if she hadn’t been drugged—he just needed to make the right offer… oh well… he’d never know now, but that was something he could live with, all things considered.

Reno kissed Aerith again, this time finding her more receptive to the lustful invasion of his tongue, which writhed greedily against hers, even as his lips began to withdraw, giving Cloud a clear view of their tongues writhing against one another before the kiss broke with the tips of their tongues flickering over the other. As Reno rose back to upright, he kept his tongue hanging out of his mouth and flickering derisively at Cloud—taunting him with just how amenable Aerith was becoming to his treatment.

As his hips continued to slam Aerith’s slender frame roughly, the fingers on Reno’s free hand began gently unbuttoning the top buttons on her dress—sliding buttons through their corresponding holes as carefully as if he were threading a needle with spider’s silk.

When three or four buttons from the top were undone, Reno sighed deeply, at once forcing his cock back inside, slipping his hand inside her dress and plunging his tongue back inside her mouth. Reno squeezed her small, perky breast ferociously at first before releasing the mound of flesh and just lightly cradling it against her body while his thumb began to grind her erect, sensitive nipple against the side of his hand.

“I hear the small, perky ones are more sensitive. What do you think, Reno?” Rude asked, pushing Cloud back onto his ass hard.

“Oh, most definitely,” Reno responded, despite having no idea what it actually felt like.

Now, it was more like Reno was making love—which was somewhat out of character for him. Like the rest of the Turks, he’d been following Aerith since she was a child and always had a soft spot for her. Despite his cavalier attitude, Reno had been wanting this for some time. The couch was making a breathy exhale sound each time their joined bodies came down together.

“Aerith… what are you doing?” Cloud cried out in desperation, tears streaming down his face, “this isn’t the real you!”

“The real her?” Reno laughed, the sight of Cloud’s tears diminishing his impulse toward tender affection, his hips speeding up and slapping against her rising hips with loud, wet slaps of flesh striking flesh, faster and faster, “you dumb fuck—there is no real her. She’s been raised in captivity, experimented on and tested for every moment of her young life. The girl you know is just a reflection of her latest habitat. We put her around some flowers—she became a sweet flower girl—get her around some big, hard cocks—now she’s a slut—in a few weeks she’ll be a vegetable. None of those are the real her more than any other. The bitch is like an empty vase—only as good or bad as whatever gets shoved inside her.”

This last remark was punctuated with a deep thrust—just in case the double meaning had gone over Cloud’s head.

*-*-*

Kotch was the first person that the girls encountered as they reached the top of the stairs and made their way into the Don’s private office that joined his bedroom. The tan-skinned emcee with a blonde Mohawk took Kyrie by the arm first, pulling her into the room, shoving a yellow capsule deep in her throat and then swatting her ass to send her along to Scotch who steered her into place. Kotch repeated the process of pull, shove and spank for each of the girls until all three had swallowed their capsule and were standing in position at the front of Don Corneo’s desk. Kotch was wearing an orange puff-vest with no shirt on underneath. Scotch, on the other hand, wore a lime-green kung-fu shirt with his black hair slicked back.

With the girls all in place, the music swelled again and several dozen colored spotlights all around the room began to flash and change while a disco ball inset in the ceiling cast small discs of rotating lights spinning in all directions.

“With bated breath and trembling heartbeats, you have all waited for your chance to be here—to meet the man himself—the Don Dada of the Slums, the Kingpin of pimpin’, the sultan of spankings—” Scotch began the elaborate introduction as the capsules began to dissolve in the girls’ throats. The pills they had been force-fed were street-level drugs, derived from Shinra technology. An aphrodisiac, initially intended for interrogation purposes and a euphoria cocktail distilled to a powder and encapsulated. The street name Don Corneo had given them, “Yellow Jackets” comprised no small part of Corneo’s underground empire and were notorious for making otherwise moral young women fling off their inhibitions.

“That’s right—he’s the President of pussy pounding—the maharaj’ of slammin’ vaj’—Long Dong Silver himself—” Kotch picked up the introduction, making way for the Don’s big entrance, “we call him Boss—you three can call him Daddy—it’s Don—Cor-ne-ooooooooo!”

There came a great flash (that the girls didn’t realize was from a hidden camera) and a cloud of smoke issued from behind the red and gold embroidered curtain and out sprang the portly but spry Don Corneo. The Don moved exceptionally well for a man his size, leaping up onto his teak-wood desk—licking his lips and actively salivating over the girls. His drool made little thudding noises as it landed on his desk.

“Ohoho-ho-ho-ho! What a lovely batch of little cuties—hello my darling fiancées.” Corneo giggled before hopping down from his desk onto the carpet, but remaining awkwardly hunched over as he quickly circled Tifa, then Kyrie and Jessie last, “lovely, lovely, lovely, cuties—hehehe-oh-hohohoho!”

Both of Corneo’s meaty palms slapped down on Jessie’s firm ass cheeks, nearly knocking her forward, but squeezing tight enough that she couldn’t stumble away. He squeezed them like he was making orange juice and then squeezed them together, close enough that she could feel his cigar stinking breath on the backs of her inner thighs. He continued squeezing her cheeks together again and again, like he was trying to use Jessie’s ass to make a puppet. He even made little noises at her butt like he was conversing with it as he squeezed and separated her toned cheeks.

“Muh-moo-moo-boo-doo-doo!” Corneo told Jessie’s ass before releasing her and coming around to inspect Tifa, making no attempt to disguise his intense stare at her chest, “ohhhh-hohoho-ho! And look at these… How blessed you are! Unless they’re fake—I hate fake ones, unless I buy them myself—Oh ho ho ho ho!”

Corneo stopped himself short of actually groping Tifa’s breasts, instead he held his large hands just outside of them, pantomiming like he was pushing them together again and again—bouncing them around without quite touching them.

“Huge, if real!” Corneo stood bolt upright and stuck one finger in the air like he was pronouncing some binding verdict over Tifa’s breasts, “and what about you…?”

This time he circled Kyrie, squeezing her thigh and then slapping her ass.

“You’ve got a little bit of everything—hohohoho! Maybe I should choose you? Should I? Should I choose you?” Corneo briefly pulled on the small of Kyrie’s back, forcing her to stumble against his chest, letting him feel her slender body against him for a moment. Though he said nothing, he decided then and there that she was too skinny.

“And what about you, Legs?” Corneo meant Jessie, this time coming up to the front of her and grabbing her round ass in both hands, pulling her crotch against the massive bulge in his laced, canvass pajama pants, “should I choose you?”

Corneo rather liked the feeling of Jessie’s body colliding with his—particularly where his bulge pushed up the front of her short, pink skirt—so he jerked her body against his several more times. Feeling how it felt for her to collide with him and feel no retreat in his stature.

“Or ma-aybe—I should choose you,” Corneo moved on to Tifa, still staring at her tits as he gently gathered her long black hair and delicately slid the length over her shoulders, which his big hands then slowly closed around, “you’re quite a sweaty-Betty, aren’t you? Why so sweaty? You’re not trying to fight my engagement gift, are you? Because that would be a terrible mistake.”

All the mirth was gone from his voice suddenly and his eyes were backed by steel. His rings were digging into Tifa’s shoulders as he held her there, making eye contact for the first time—an unmistakable threat.

“You’re much too pretty to hurt yourself doing some dumb shit like that. Or maybe you’re just nervous—Oh, I know my reputation. But you don’t need to be afraid. I like you as you are, Sweaty-Betty,” just as quickly as it had come, the cloud of intensity passed through Corneo and he was back to being the life of the party—he lifted Tifa’s right arm straight up and slapped his face into her armpit, opening his thick lips wide and extending his six-inch tongue to its full length as it slid over the terrain of her armpit.

He came up smacking his lips.

“Your turn, Honey Bees. Make a case!” Corneo turned away from the girls, straightening his blonde moustache before sitting on the edge of his desk. He grabbed himself lewdly, making the full size and very distinct shape of his cock unmistakable along the leg of his canvass PJs. The crown seemed almost as wide as a tea saucer and one very pronounced “Y” shaped vein was visible across the top, even through his pants, “only one of you will get to be my bride for tonight.”

 

[Emstar202]

Aerith continued to whimper as Reno invaded her body over and over, pulling nearly all the way out only to slam his cock back within her tight sheath. It felt so good. It felt so deep. She gripped Reno’s shoulders hard, rocking her body into him.

She listened as the Turks talked about settling up, winced as Rude kicked her bodyguard to the floor. They’d actually bet on her virginity! As if her life, who she’d loved was all just a game to them. It might as well be.

Why was Tseng looking at her like that? Why did she suddenly feel ashamed? This was sick. Reno wasn’t even looking at her as he fucked her. Used her. He clamped his hand around her throat, making it more difficult to breathe. It was a light choke, but Aerith still gasped for air, kicking her legs against Reno’s legs. His cock kept pounding into her and the evidence of her desire was becoming obvious now as the base of his cock glistened with juices each time he slid in and out. Aerith was caught between moaning and crying as he ruthlessly drilled into her.

At the mention of her first love, Aerith’s grief helped sober her up some, but not enough to quell the movement of her hips against Reno’s. She cried even harder as her moans grew louder. The Turks were talking about her like she wasn’t even there. She hated being reminded of Zack - it was too painful.

Finally, Reno brought his attention back to her. She was relieved to have it again, as the serum he’d injected into her neck had her craving him more and more. Even though she felt warmed by his attention, his words were far from kind; they were taunting, hurtful, mocking. “She sure does have a type, don’t she? Don’t you, slut? You like SOLDIER boys? Or maybe now you like Turks, now that you’ve had a taste.” Reno finally released his grasp on her throat and took her face in his hand, forcing her full attention to him.

“Yes!” she moaned. Tears flooded her vibrant green eyes and she stared back at him, green on green irises mirroring his pleasure. He kissed her again and she didn’t bother to resist. He was an exceptional kisser; he left a swirling heat burning within her belly. She moaned into his mouth and wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper. He flicked his tongue against hers in what Aerith thought to be teasing, but in reality were clear taunts to Cloud over how much power the Turk had over his companion.

Reno began unbuttoning her dress like a lover, taking care not to stretch it or pop any buttons. His fingers were nimble and elegant. Aerith wiggled her hips against his, urging him to go faster - she needed him to move again - needed his fiery kiss again. The Turk’s banter and Cloud’s screams barely registered as Reno slipped a hand underneath her dress and his tongue back into her mouth. Perhaps most importantly he began moving faster, fucking her hard once again.

Aerith cried out in pleasure as Reno rubbed his thumb over her erect nipple repeatedly, exciting her further. She met him thrust for thrust. It felt like she was making love with Zack, not being forced by Reno. He was being gentler now, thrusts still deep and hard of course, but his hand on her breast was tender, his kiss all consuming. She felt a stirring deep within her; a promise of greater pleasures. Aerith was willingly giving herself to Reno at this point. One hand gripped at his backside, pulling him closer as the other tunneled through his fiery hair.

“Aerith… What are you doing? This isn’t the real you!” Her eyes snapped open at the sound of her failed bodyguard’s voice, begging her to overcome her pleasure haze and return to her senses.

She groaned, torn between shame, guilt, confusion, and lust, mostly lust. “Cloud!” His name came out with a breathless moan as Reno began fucking her with reknewed vigor. “I’m sorry. I’m so--ahhh!” She moaned sharply, unable to finish her apology as Reno kept hitting a sensitive spot deep inside her again and again. She began moaning even louder, but not enough to drown out Reno’s harsh, cold words.

His words were too much. There was no real her. He’d said it like it was a fact. Aerith whimpered as her pussy clenched around his cock, feeling her pleasure building despite her immense sadness. She tried to fight it, tried to stop it, but by the end of Reno’s harsh speech she was cumming, pussy clenching around his cock so tight it was hard for him to continue thrusting. His fingers on her nipple and forceful thrusts had become too much. He’d called her an empty vase - a mere tool to be filled how others saw fit. This fact destroyed her mentally even as her body rejoiced at the idea of being made into the Turks’ cum bucket.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry,” she moaned. But it was unclear who she was apologizing to. To Cloud, for being so weak, or to Reno, for being a stupid slut. Who the apology should have been for was herself, but Aerith didn’t see it that way. She thought she should be able to fight this lust. The last Ancient on Earth should be stronger than this.

She hated him. She hated Reno so much. She hated all of them! How dare he talk about her as if she weren’t there? As if all her life she was no more than a glorified science experiment! She hated it because she feared it to be true. “Stop…” she mewled gently, weakly, pathetically because it was clear by the gentle clenching of her pussy around Reno’s rigid cock that she was still coming down from her high. “Please…” But Aerith wasn’t sure if she was pleading for him to stop or to spill his load deep inside her. Her eyes reflected her emotions; a confusing mixture of shame, dread, and longing.


***
Tifa shuddered as she swallowed the pill the man with the Mohawk forced down her throat. He gave her ass a hard spank afterwards, pushing her along to the next man in a neon lime shirt. The black haired man arranged her into place beside the other candidates.

“Stay calm,” She whispered to Jessie, but the words were honestly more for her own benefit as her heart was beginning to beat rapidly. She needed to speak the words aloud to convince herself that they got this.

Her throat felt dry from the pill and her makeup felt greasy on her face as the seconds ticked by like minutes. She didn’t know what kind of drug they’d been given, but she knew it was nothing legal. Naively, she hadn’t thought they’d drug her. She’d assumed she’d be meeting the Don with full cognition, a clear head, but instead she was soaked in sweat trying to remember why it was so important to meet with him in the first place.

The music suddenly swelled around them as a spectacle of lights danced around the room, spreading rainbows across the floor from a rotating disco ball. The spectacle of lights and sounds surrounding them would have been pleasant any other time, but they were a bad omen in this context.

After the initial spectacle the emcees began announcing the upcoming appearance of Don Corneo, alluding to him with many elaborate titles such as the sultan of spankings and Kingpin of pimpin’. Tifa could barely stop herself from rolling her eyes. Even under a confusion spell anyone could see how lame this was. As their hype speech wore on, Tifa began to feel a tingling sensation between her legs and warmth curl in her belly. Her nipples peaked against the royal blue fabric of her dress and her breath came faster. She recognized the feeling of arousal, but she knew it wasn’t natural; it wasn't normal. Tifa clenched her fists, struggling greatly with the effort to resist not only the pleasure pill, but the enfeeblement ring on her finger as well. She practically moaned with the effort to resist as her brain melted and body flooded.

A flash of light blinded the trio for a moment and then Don Coreno himself appeared. He was a short, but large man with tousled hair and a heaving, round belly. Her eyes widened in genuine surprise as he pounced onto his desk like an agile fat cat. His eyes dragged over the three young women’s curves, literally drooling over his desk. The fat globs of drool dripping from his tongue was disgusting, absolutely vile as it splashed onto his desk, at least it should have been, had she not been drugged. Somehow the sight didn’t repulse her. In fact, it sent an unwanted rush of heat to her center as she pictured that long tongue drizzling over her flushed skin.

She shuddered as the Don circled around them. She felt and smelt his cigar breath as he passed her, but he started with Jessie, clamping his big hands over her firm, supple ass.

“Ah! Mmm….” Jessie cried out as the Don began squeezing her ass cheeks like malleable stress balls. Tifa could tell from her friend’s genuine moan and the look on her face that the drug was starting to hit her hard. Tifa was hardly better off - the sight of her friend’s muscular ass cheeks rippling under the Don’s ministrations had her breath coming faster and faster.

Coreno took his time with Jessie. He clapped her ass cheeks together to make lewd, fucking sounds, dug his fingers into her flesh. When he finally turned away from her to focus on Tifa she noticed Jessie had bright red marks all over her ass cheeks.

The Don didn’t look Tifa in the eyes and instead stared openly down her dress as he approached, puzzling over whether or not her boobs were real. Tifa did not find his comments about her breasts amusing - she got enough of that shit back at 7th Heaven. Everybody always assumed her tits were fake because of their sheer size, but they were a huge burden in her opinion. They got in the way of everything, especially her martial arts. They were like supersized melons strapped to her chest. No wonder people thought they were fake. She’d never seen any one else that rivaled hers in size.

Coreno lurched forward, stopping just short of grabbing her breasts. The threat of touch sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine, but deep down beneath the drugs she cursed this man for making her want him.

“Of course they’re real,” she told him, nails digging into her palms roughly as she fought the urge to punch him out or shove her tits into his hands - she wasn’t sure which.

Thankfully he left her then to examine Kyrie and some of the tension left her body. His perusal of Kyrie was swift - a few slaps to the ass and a strong jerk of her thin body against his own was all Corneo gave her before diverting his attention back to Jessie. There must be something about Kyrie he didn’t like. Not surprising - even when she wasn’t talking she always looked like she had something annoying to say.

Tifa watched as Corneo grabbed Jessie’s ass again, this time facing her and forcing her body against his. Jessie’s mouth fell open and she moaned at the contact of his huge erection against the damp cloth of her underwear. His big cock felt so good against her warm, moist sex - even through her underwear and his pajamas. Her hands fell to his shoulders and she reveled in the feeling of his grinding hips against her own. As the Don’s eyes finally landed on her breasts, Tifa took a deep breath to steady herself. He gave Jessie one last jerk of his hips before releasing her. Jessie stumbled and groaned at the loss of contact.

Corneo turned to Tifa and touched her for the first time, gently threading his fat fingers through her damp, silky locks and tucking them behind her ear. He then rested that hand on her muscular shoulder, squeezing with just enough pressure to showcase his strength, but not enough to hurt her. “You’re quite a sweaty-Betty, aren’t you? Why so sweaty? You’re not trying to fight my engagement gift, are you? Because that would be a terrible mistake. You’re much too pretty to hurt yourself doing some dumb shit like that.” His eyes finally moved up from her heaving breast to meet hers for the first time. His own were cold, unyielding steel She shuddered under the intensity of his gaze as her resistance began to waver. She wasn’t sure if the ring itself would hurt her or if he meant he would hurt her, but either way she had no choice but to accept his words at face value. Besides, she wanted him to choose her, right? Wasn’t that what this mission was all about? She had to lower her guard a little bit. Maybe she could give into the confusion a little, as long as she could find her way back out...

But giving into the confusion meant giving in to the desire and Tifa found the pressure of his pimp ring digging into her shoulder felt good. The pressure of his hand on her shoulder was tighter now, warning her not to disobey him, not to fight it. He tried to reassure her he wasn’t as bad as his reputation, but Tifa didn’t believe him for a second after having met his cold, steely gaze. Her heart beat rapidly against her chest at the intensity of the moment, but then Don broke it, lifting her arm and dragging his tongue along her armpit.

“Ah! Gross!” Tifa exclaimed, trying to wiggle away from him. He released her at last and smacked his lips, as if savoring the taste of her sweat. Tifa shuddered, both repulsed and oddly turned on, aroused that he liked her scent so much. It was a primal lust.

“Your turn, Honey Bees. Make a case! Only one of you will get to be my bride for tonight.” Corneo announced then, turning away from them. He sat on the edge of his desk expectantly, grabbing himself through his pajama bottoms.

None of the three girls seemed to catch that last part, those innocent two words that would have alerted them to their fate - for tonight. His bridge for tonight. There was no mention of tomorrow or forever as marriages are supposed to go. This was temporary, each union a momentary thrill to Don Corneo, because who knew what he did to his wives afterwards. Not even Leslie Kyle knew, and he was one of the Don’s most trusted allies. Perhaps the women would have noticed this ominous warning had they been paying more attention to what the Don was saying, but as it were all three of them were drugged out of their minds and had their eyes glued to his cock, fixated on it. It was huge! Monstrous even.

Kyrie suddenly moaned and fell to her knees, the sight of his cock becoming too tempting to bear. “I want your cock, daddy!” she wailed. She began crawling forward on her knees, providing Tifa and Jessie a view straight up her skirt as she gave Coreno a view of her cleavage. She ws reminding Tifa of an amuetur porn star as she crawled forward clumsily on her hands and knees.

“Look who’s the slut now,” Jessie chirped to Kyrire as the brat moaned lustfully on her slow crawl to the Don’s desk. Jessie gave the stocking-clad girl a firm slap to the ass before continuing, “What a man really wants is a show! Isn’t that right, Tifa?” She turned to face her, meeting her eyes with unnaturally dilated pupils. Tifa wondered if hers looked the same. Jessie pressed her perky body against Tifa, encouraging her.

“I--” Tifa tried to formulate some sort of response. This all felt like some bizarre fever dream. “I guess?”

That was good enough for Jessie. “That’s right!” she declared. Tifa was not good at putting on a show, but lucky for her Jessie was in the leading role. She grabbed Tifa by the hand and pulled her closer to the Don’s desk, pusing Kyrie out of the way.

“Let’s give daddy a show,” Jessie whispered seductively. She twisted her body around so her side and most of her ass was facing the Don, as clearly her behind was her best asset. She rubbed her lithe body against Tifa, petite breasts grinding against Tifa’s massive rack. Tifa gasped in surprise as Jessie kissed her sensually, teasing her lips with her tongue before slipping inside and kissing her open-mouthed so the Don could watch their tongues clash.

Tifa’s head swirled and she moaned into Jessie’s mouth. Somehow her hands had found their way around Jessie’s waist and were climbing up the back of her dress, exploring. It felt comfortable to be with Jessie. She was someone Tifa trusted, something constant in her confused, lustful haze. Jessie ended their kiss too quickly for Tifa’s liking, but still held Tifa’s body tight to hers as she turned her attention to the Don. She reached a hand up Tifa’s skirt and gave her juicy ass a squeeze. ”Help me with my dress, will ya?”

Jessie moved off Tifa then and lifted her arms, wiggling her hips enticingly. Her dress, ending at her upper thigh, rode up even further and revealed her white underwear, the dampness from her earlier assault all but overridden and forgotten as her pussy juices soiled her panties and leaked down her inner thighs.

Fuck, Jessie was good at this, Tifa thought. She was going to get chosen by Corneo for sure. Tifa had to step up her game! A muffled part of her brain questioned her motives - wasn’t the point of having the two of them here to give them better odds? She should be glad Jessie was taking the attention away from her, but in her confused, drug-induced lust-filled haze, she saw Jessie as her competitor. Like Jessie, Tifa turned her attention to Coreno as well and blinked her long lashes at him. She cupped her generous breasts through her dress. They easily overflowed her grasp. She toyed with her nipples between her fingers, moaning lustily.

“I’m telling you they’re real. Do you want to see?” she asked seductively, hardly believing the words coming out of her mouth, inviting Don Coreno of all men to see her topless! She slipped her hands into the front of her dress and freed her large breasts, lifting them out of the confines of her dress. She bent forward slightly and shrugged her shoulders, giving her tits a nice shake from even the slightest of movement. She cupped her breasts, kneaded them and pressed them together. Shyly meeting Don Corneo’s gaze, she asked in a low sultry voice. “What do you think?”

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

“Holy shit!” Reno exclaimed, as Aerith’s already tight cunt clenched around his surging cock, locking it down for a long, breathless moment as she came, “she’s cumming! Of fuck, it’s like she’s trying to suck me in. Ease up a little, whore—you’ll hurt yourself.”

Briefly halted from being able to pull out, Reno just leaned in, pushing deeper and holding himself as deep as he could possibly go while Aerith’s body spasmed and she rode out her climax. Reno had to focus for a moment to avoid breaking Hojo’s one rule and dumping his jizz directly against the back wall of Aerith’s womb. He managed to stave off the inevitable release by smirking back at Cloud, watching the little, blonde worm squirm on the floor.

“Yeah Cloud, she’s sorry for leading you on—I tried to tell you back at the church, but you just wouldn’t listen… this thing wasn’t made for the happily ever after. She’s a resource—perhaps the most precious resource left on the planet… it would be selfish of you to expect to be the only one who got to tap it.”

It was then that Reno heard Aerith’s pathetic, mewling plea to “stop.” He looked down at her, his eyebrows angling back in a combination of bemusement and genuine sympathy. She’d surrendered herself, absolutely and completely—now she just wanted to spare Cloud from more humiliation.

“Aww, oh ha ha—oh, aww,” Reno half cooed and half chuckled over Aerith’s sudden change of tactic, seeming to age herself down in some instinctive defense mechanism—likely psychologically tied to dealing with her mother’s death at such a young age, “look, she pities you Cloud. You’re too pathetic, even for her. Am I being too hard on him? You want to be a good girl for us—is that it?”

Reno slid his thumb into Aerith’s mouth, offering her a way to demonstrate her compliance, since he could see that words were becoming something of a struggle for her. But it wasn’t long before he felt her legs behind his back, gently but distinctly urging him to move his hips again, to fuck her harder. He met her halfway, fucking her at a smooth but deep tempo.

“I’ll make you a deal then, good girl. You tell him that he’s excused as your bodyguard and that you’re sorry for conning him into this. You were never the sweet girl next door. You are and have always been Shinra property—tell him all that, while I’m glazing your pretty face and we’ll let him go wait in your old room so he won’t have to watch you… like this.”

With his offer made, Reno pulled his long cock out of Aerith, coated and dripping with her juices. He turned her over onto her side so that she could better face Cloud, if she decided to do as told. He wasn’t about to make it easy on her though, wiping the head of his cock against her lips as he tugged it toward a finish. The long head of his cock had been particularly red when it went in—now it looked almost purple, pushing Aerith’s lips up away from her teeth as she tried to have a heart-to-heart.

Then it happened, Reno groaned out loud and shot the first glut of his thick white semen, inside of Aerith’s upper lip, into her mouth and across her teeth, the second shot overflowed her mouth, angling across the bridge of her cute nose—linking her eyelashes to her pretty, curled bangs in two dangling arcs of pearl white. Another glut reached her forehead and everything was gradually dripping from one side of her face to the other, from where Reno’s cock was spewing toward the couch.

“Hojo, you alright with those terms?” Reno seemed to be asking the ceiling.

“Security personnel are on their way,” Hojo’s voice answered from intercoms set into the walls and ceilings.

“Good, he was bumming me the hell out,” Rude remarked, giving Cloud a solid kick to the ribcage to keep him pliable for security, “besides. I can’t be holdin’ him down while I’m fucking her anyway.”

“Who says you get to go next? I have the most seniority, I shouldn’t go last!” Tseng interjected.

“It goes by who owes the least Gil to the other two.” Rude remarked without missing a beat.

The automated, steel doors swished open and three armored Shinra troopers stomped into the room. Rude lifted Cloud off the ground and passed him off to the troopers who locked automated cuffs and shackles to his wrists and ankles. As they carried him away, Reno moved over to the mirror to fix his suit and his hair. Rude started rubbing his gloved hands together, coming over to the couch where Aerith was still recovering from round one.

“Flip over, Sweetheart,” Rude commanded, lifting her skirt off of her legs, “bend that sweet, little ass over the arm of the couch. I want to finish inside, so I’m going to fuck your ass. I’ll try and be gentle.”

Rude unfastened his Shinra logo cufflinks and set them onto the end table, just in front of Aerith’s cum streaked face.

*-*-*

Corneo was bouncing up and down on the edge of his desk excitedly—it was an eager crop of would-be honey bees tonight—all working to outdo one another and earn his favor. First the short-haired one crawled and begged—Corneo loved him some crawling and begging! Even though she was realistically out of the running already, it was some believable, quality begging. The Don decided to reward her by slipping off one of his velvet house-slippers and shoving all five of his toes into her mouth. His big toe and index toes pinched her tongue between them.

“Oh-hoho-ho-ho! Yes! Yes! Give Daddy a show!” Don Corneo clapped his hands rapidly in front of his hairy chest, his gold medallion jingling on its chain as he watched the two leading candidates widen the gap, “ahhhhh! So good! Daddy like! Daddy like!”

As he continued bouncing, Corneo’s foot was lightly kicking back and forth, gagging Kyrie from time to time. As Kyrie was pushed away in favor of the superior show, Corneo pinched her cheek between his toes, letting her know that she wasn’t done worshiping his foot.

When the girls turned back to him, Don Corneo was all too pleased to help Jessie hike up her tight, pink mini skirt. He helped himself to a handful of her bare, round ass-flesh as the skirt rode up around her waist. He squeezed and squeezed until the tanned, firm flesh was bulging out between his fingers.

“Ahhh! I want you both! Oh how I want both of you!” Corneo wailed as Tifa shoved her naked tits up and into his face, “I wish I could take you both—but there are rules!”

Corneo grabbed the massive orb of flesh that was closest, squeezing it just as hard as he was squeezing Jessie’s ass—even more of Tifa’s soft, wobbly tit-flesh poured out from between his fingers than Jessie’s ass-flesh did.

Unable and unwilling to resist, Corneo suckled Tifa’s nipple loudly and wetly into his hot mouth. He ground his teeth into it, from above and below while his long, dexterous tongue batted at the tip inside his mouth.

He sat there for a minute, sucking, squeezing and foot-fucking all three candidates at once, taking his time as if literally weighing his options with his hands and feet. After a few moments he released Tifa’s tit, tugged his foot from Kyrie’s mouth and slapped Jessie’s bare ass one last time. All three made unique popping sounds—almost harmonizing.

“I’ve got it!” Corneo hopped up onto his desk, his bare foot still wet, “I’ll take you—big, perfect and real! I’ve got to get some more of these sexy pillows!”

Despite his grace in jumping up, Corneo had a bit of a struggle getting down, when his bare foot slipped over the surface of the desk and he had to pull hard on one corner of the desk to avoid toppling over and off. When he got back to his feet, he bowed low and scooped Tifa up onto one shoulder, carrying her away like a carnival prize.

“You boys can enjoy the leftovers,” Corneo remarked over his shoulder, much to the delight of Scotch and Kotch who were already grabbing up Jessie and Kyrie.

“Generous as always boss!” Kotch grinned, reaching back and slapping Jessie’s ass with his full strength.

Corneo carried Tifa on his shoulder through another ornately carved door into his bedroom, lit at dramatic angles in purples, pinks and reds. He tossed her down, onto his Midgar-Deluxe Behemoth-Sized bed. The 1,500 thread count comforter bore the Chinese symbol for “Heaven.” The Don cracked a vial of Hyper serum and sniffed loudly at the vapors that emerged from the broken ends.

“Welcome to Heaven, Sweaty Betty. Meet your new God,” Corneo tossed the laces of his fly from their eyelets and produced his gigantic cock for the first time. The shaft was wider and longer than Tifa’s foot and the head looked almost like a hubcap from a mini truck. The shaft was lumpy and strangely ribbed—with irregular veins weaving up and down the length of it. His balls were also huge but somehow smooth as eggs. He was totally hairless from the naval down—the roots had been deadened with lasers.

“Go on, Betty. Introduce yourself to God.”

 

[Emstar202]

Aerith was so ashamed she was cumming under these circumstances. Reno was holding himself still deep inside her, allowing her to ride out her orgasm as he taunted her bodyguard. His cock was so impossibly deep. Her slippery walls convulsed around his meaty cock again and again, holding him captive inside her. She’d never come so hard! It was honestly impressive Reno wasn’t spilling his load inside of her right now. She used her muscles to pulse around him a few more times, even after her orgasm finally subsided. She wanted him to come so badly. Her body ached for it. What exactly had been in that drug?! Surely it couldn’t be her body alone longing for the pulse of his cock inside her, the hot heat of his sticky cum filling her up. Was she really the slut Reno proclaimed her to be?

Reno wasn’t looking at her anymore. He was looking directly at Cloud as Aerith’s orgasm finally subsided along with her chorus of sorrys. As her intense pleasure finally left her, Aerith found the room to be much quieter. Had she really been moaning that loudly? In the quiet, she heard Cloud sobbing as Reno berated him as her expense. It hurt her heart to hear her bodyguard weeping this way, but she couldn’t bring herself to look at him, staring instead at Reno’s handsome profile.

When the Turk finally stopped stomping all over Cloud’s heart, he turned back to meet her gaze after she begged him to stop. She saw a touch of sympathy there, but it was only fleeting and he was soon staring at her cockily once more. It was plain he had complete control over her. He laughed at her openly. Not a touch of sympathy or mercy in his eyes. “Aww, am I being too hard on him? You want to be a good girl for us—is that it?” he asked, sliding his thumb into her mouth. He began to rock his hips into hers again as he explained his deal. He’d let Cloud go, spare him the humiliation of watching the young woman he’d failed to protect get railroaded by the Turks, if only she admitted to being Shinra property. Fresh tears sprung to her eyes but she nodded in agreement, sucking Reno’s thumb in compliance.

He pulled out of her then, flipped her over onto her side to face Cloud. There was no ignoring her bodyguard’s gaze now. She wept openly at his tortured expression but finally found her voice again and pleaded, “Cloud, I’m sorry. Please, just do what they say. I-I belong to Shinra. I belong to the Turks. But I’ll be okay! And please don’t blame your-” but her words became muffled as Reno slid his cock between her lips. Aerith fought back a fresh wave of desire as she breathed in the musky scent of Reno combined with her own nectar. The head of his cock was dark red, almost purple, desperate for release. Aerith couldn’t help but look at the cock in front of her even as she saw Cloud’s anguished expression in her peripheral vision.

Then the head of Reno’s cock was twitching against her upper lip and he finally came. His sexy groan went straight to her core as she relished the cum spurting all over her pretty face. Her mouth overflowed with his cum and she sputtered, her whole body shuddering as rope after rope of thick, white cum spewed across her face. Reno’s sticky semen stained her nose and forehead, clung to her eyelashes and hair. From the extra pressure she felt on her eyelids, she realized his cum was linking her eyelashes to her long, glossy ringlets. She whimpered - she could only imagine how she looked to Cloud right now.

When she finally regained her focus, Cloud was staring straight back at her. Guilty tears welled in her eyes, mixing with Reno’s cum. “Please, just go! I don’t want you to see any more of this!” She choked out through her tears and Reno’s cum. She swallowed thickly and wiped the cum from her face as the Turks argued over who’d get to fuck her next while they waited for Shinra security to take Cloud away. Aerith was relieved Cloud wouldn’t have to witness them rape her anymore - it was already painful enough.

As the guards finally entered and restrained Cloud in shackles she looked upwards in the same general direction Reno had when he’d spoken to Hojo. “Don’t you dare hurt him or I’ll hurt myself. I mean it,” she warned. It was a little hard to take her seriously with some of Reno’s cum dripping down her face, but she hoped Hojo got the message.

The Turks had decided it was Rude’s turn and the clean-cut man approached her, still wearing those stupid sunglasses and rubbing his gloved hands in anticipation. He lifted her skirt and told her to bend over. Aerith realized with horror the last thing Cloud saw before the steel doors slammed shut behind him was Rude telling her he was going to fuck her ass.

“N-no!” she cried, squirming away from him to the opposite side of the couch. She didn’t think any amount of charm drugs or spells could make her want this. She’d let Zack try it once, but he hadn’t even been able to get the head in it had hurt her too much. She was sure her body was incapable of it. Had Rude not just witnessed how she’d clamped down on Reno? Fucking her tight ass would hurt both of them!

She remembered how easily Rude had slapped her around in battle, sending her falling to her knees, incapacitated, in a single strike. That battle felt like a lifetime ago now, but really was just this afternoon. She feared Rude’s great strength. She believed him when he said he would try to be gentle, but she simply didn’t think he’d be able to.“Please don’t!” she begged. She pulled her torn dress down hard and tried to disappear into the couch. “Please, just pull out like Reno did. You’re not a bad guy, remember?!” she pleaded, feeling betrayed at the very threat he was going to destroy her ass. Aerith stared at him with wide, pleading eyes, desperate for mercy. They were less glossy now as the first charm injection gradually began to wear off. The threat of having her ass destroyed may be helping to accelerate that process.

***

If the trio of young women were capable of thinking straight they’d recoil at the spectacle that was Don Corneo, but as they were drugged and confused, they were absolutely thrilled he was enjoying their show. They thrived off his enthusiasm and words of praise as he clapped his hands over his hairy chest, thoroughly enjoying himself.

He helped Jessie lift her tight, hot pink miniskirt above her waist, revealing her soiled panties to the room. He squeezed her ass so hard she squealed. Her pain had come as pleasure and heat speared her. She was so turned on it was insane.

Tifa felt the same heat as Corneo replaced one of her hands with his own and began fondling her breast, squeezing the pale orb greedily as he still kept his hand on Jessie’s ass and his foot in Kyrie’s mouth. He was squeezing her far too hard, but like Jessie, Tifa’s pain was pleasure because of the pill she’d been given. She cried out wantonly as Corneo leaned forward and took her nipple in his mouth, sliding his exceptionally long tongue along the erect tip.

Don Corneo’s big, round belly jiggled as he bounced up and down with excitement. He was quite the multitasker, teasingly gagging Kyrie from time to time with his foot as he fondled Jessie’s ass and buried his face into Tifa’s soft, squishy breasts, tongue flicking along her peaked nipple. He was biting her! But it felt oh so good. Tifa’s head fell back in pleasure at the Don’s rough treatment.

At last, it was time for the Don to choose his bride for the evening. Jessie yelped as he granted her one last hard smack to her muscular ass. Tifa made a soft noise of protest as he released her nipple, and Kyrie made a pathetic little mewling sound at the loss of his foot. The Don must have felt the need to be higher than his fiances to make this announcement, so he hopped onto his desk.

“I’ll take you—big, perfect and real! I’ve got to get some more of these sexy pillows!” He announced, finally making up his mind. Tifa’s body rejoiced even as her mind questioned why exactly she was so happy about this. He was staring at her like he wanted to eat her up dinner, and dessert!

With some difficulty, the Don jumped down from his desk and lifted Tifa like she was nothing, hefting her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Her dress rode up more fully around her thighs now, revealing the smooth, luscious ass cheeks that, while certainly not a comparison to her massive tits, were still juicer than most.

“Aw man, I was sure I had that in the bag!” she heard Jessie whine. “But I guess I’ll never be able to compete with Tifa’s super-sized tits! She’s even got SOLIDER boy wrapped around her finger.”

Kyrie’s annoying, piercing voice sounded. “Don’t blame her. You shouldn’t have been so aggressive; guys like Don want a tease.”

“WHAT?” Jessie gaped at her. “You’re the one who ---” their voices faded into the distance as the Don whisked her away.

Jessie and Kyrie’s cat fight was cut short as the two gaudily dressed men approached them the pair after Corneo had left with his prize Both women fell silent, realizing with a shiver of anticipation their night was far from over. Kyrie’s throat would be getting more than a foot fuck tonight. Although they hadn’t won the grand price, there were still trophies available for second and third.

Jessie positively squealed in delight when the tan-skinned man slapped her ass with all his strength. She hadn’t been expecting it, and fell forward to her knees at the force, presenting him with a great view of her sopping panties.

Jessie turned her head to look behind her and gave her captors a playful wink. “You bad boys gonna show me a good time?”

“Show us a good time,” Kyrie corrected. She sashayed over to where Jessie was lying prone on the floor and gripped Kotch’s bubble jacket, urging him to finish what the Don had started, pupils supernaturally wide as the yellowjacket still buzzed through her veins. Not to be outdone, Jessie reached a hand between her legs to pleasure herself, tongue teasingly stuck out at the men as she did so, willing them to come and get it.

*

Meanwhile, in the Don’s bedroom, Tifa’s brain was slowly starting to make connections.

SOLIDER boy, she’d called him. The familiar nickname for her childhood friend brought back memories and she had a flash of cognition, remembered Cloud’s striking blue eyes staring back into hers as he fell from the Mako reactor, Barret holding her back as she daringly reached forward in an effort to reach him. How had she gotten from there to here? How long ago had that been?

A new layer of sweat began glistening on her skin as she remembered this and she fought hard again against the confusion charm, desperate to hold onto this thread of reasoning, despite Don’s earlier threat. She just had to keep remembering...

Don tossed her onto his supersized bed. Her brain rattled from all the lights and the great effort it took to remember. Tifa had great mental fortitude - her martial arts training had benefited both her body and mind, but fighting off two drugs at once was an extraordinary effort that proved nearly impossible when Corneo unleashed a heady scent into the air and unleashed the beast between his thighs.

God, he called it.

Her pussy positively throbbed to be filled with it. Her nipples and clit ached to be touched. A moan escaped from her lips and she crawled over to him, unable to help herself, drawn in by the sight of his monster cock. It was oddly lumpy and extremely veiny. Tifa wondered what it would taste like to run her tongue along it, to feel it fill her up and explode inside of her.

“Go on, Betty. Introduce yourself to God,” he told her. The look on his face was utter confidence - absolute pride - full of unwavering certainty that he really did have a godly cock. Tifa had to admit he was right.

She sprawled herself across his lap, layed between his legs on the bed and engulfed his cock between her oversized tits. His jelly belly banged into her as she slapped her hands to the sides of her breasts, pressing them together, squeezing his massive cock between them. Unlike all the men lucky enough to receive this treatment, men whose average cocks got lost between her huge breasts, the head of the Don’s cock kept popping up between them as she bounced them up and down. Her mouth watered at the erotic sight.

As she moved her breasts up and down faster and faster, tit fucking his monster cock, allowing some drool from her mouth to add lubrication, she noticed the sparkling engagement ring on her finger, flickering in the pulsing lights. Another wave of cognition, of resistance filled her. Sweat beaded at her temples as she dragged her tits up and down his huge cock. She had to get this ring off of her - that was the first step in regaining her senses.

“Daddy,” she purred. “When am I gonna get a real wedding ring? This engagement ring is pretty, sure, but it makes me feel funny. Plus, Jessie and Kyrie have the same one! Can I please take it off?” She flicked her tongue out and ran it over the head of his cock enticingly.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

“Ohhh hohoho-no! No no no no!” Don Corneo chortled, something between a belly laugh and a stern reprimand, pushing down on the back of Tifa’s silken, parted, black hair—forcing his thick, massive cock into her slender throat, “it’s our wedding night and you want to ask about jewelry? That’s a bad girl—bad—bad—gold-digging whore behavior! Don’t be a gold digger, you don’t want to know what happens to gold diggers around here.”

The whole time he was reprimanding her, Don Corneo was holding Tifa’s head down in his lap, clogging her whole throat and esophagus with his thick cock. For how thick and hard the Don’s cock was, it was surprisingly soft and spongey—like a Moogle’s cheeks or young Chocobo down. With practically no pressure, it could squeeze itself down to the width of a pen and then instantly expand back as far as it could—filling all available space without exception. A Gen V Shinra body mod that first forged the long-standing relationship between Corneo and the Shinra Power Company. An experimental superhuman cock in exchange for an underworld pimp as an informant—It made good business sense.

“Your next breath had better be an apology unless you want it to be your last,” Corneo lifted Tifa’s head from his lap by the hair, raising her eye level to his own, even as the translucent threads of her throat ichor and snot joined her face to his cock, “I’ve got a wedding gift for you—oh ho ho ho! Have I got something for you! But right now you should be cherishing the moment! You’ve been accepted into heaven! Don’t dig around in the dirt for gold!”

The Don reached behind himself, into a Swarovski crystal candy dish, from which he retrieved two Yellow Jacket capsules. He placed both inside the foreskin of his huge cock, the yellow tips peeking out like eyes on a python. The Don’s grip on Tifa’s hair tightened and he slammed her face into his lap once again, feeling the capsules break against his cock as it slithered through the narrow ring of her throat, spreading the narcotic powder up and down her throat.

Satisfied that she was good and told, Corneo leaned back more squarely on his back and kicked his squat legs in the air on either side of Tifa’s head. He was grunting, low and rasping as he started jerking Tifa’s head up and down by her hair. He was fucking her throat roughly—but even for as much as he was thoroughly clogging and gagging her, her throat wasn’t taking that much damage, due to the flexibility of his cock.

“You should be trying to please me—that should be the only thing troubling that dizzy little brain of yours. Not the other girls and definitely not your accessories! Got it? I’m ‘Daddy’ not a ‘Sugar Daddy.’ My honey bees bring me the sugar!”

Tifa’s throat was bulging and shuddering as the Don forced more and more of it into her face. It seemed that the smaller his cock constricted itself, the longer it became in total.

At last, Don Corneo was satisfied that he’d made his point and tugged Tifa’s head and throat off of his cock—she made a gut-wrenching sound as it came out of her, her body gagging over the terrible volume of flesh being expelled past her throat. Her thick saliva mixed with deeper mucus fluids made large bubbles drizzle down her chin as the head cleared her throat.

“Now bend over, present your ass in the air—from now on, this will be known as assuming the position,” Corneo commanded, standing up on his bed and adjusting his various, thick, gold rings, “five spanks for being a naughty gold-digger. You count—one, thank you Daddy—and so on!”

SMACK!

*-*-*

It was hardly a tough sale for Kyrie to steer Kotch’s attention away from Jessie and onto her. When she grabbed the zippered edges of his orange vest, Kotch countered by grabbing both cheeks of Kyrie’s small but firm ass. He tugged her against his already unwieldly erection as one of the ornate doors to the side of the office area swung open and the rest of the henchmen, led by Leslie, poured in to inspect the goods. Kotch kissed her deeply, not bothering to let her know that he had a Yellow Jacket capsule dissolving on his tongue, just as his tongue pressed against hers, spreading the powder inside among both of them.

Scotch had already taken advantage of his head start, lowering his pants and walking around to where Jessie was already hard at work finger-fucking herself, just absolutely feral from the drugs. Scotch tucked a fresh pill into his urethra—a trick the Don had taught him—before sliding the tip across Jessie’s lips.

“I know what you want—go on, use that pretty, pink tongue—” Scotch was cooing as he gently combed his fingertips through Jessie’s bangs.

“Come on now, you know what the Don says about making a mess in here, we gotta move ‘em,” Leslie sighed impatiently, ever the sober babysitter over a legion of drug-fueled maniacs.

Kotch just gripped Kyrie’s ass cheeks tighter, lifting her tiny body against him and continuing to writhe his tongue against hers, urging her athletic legs to wrap around his hips. Scotch, on the other hand, tried to lure Jessie to follow him into the shared flop-house room for Corneo’s lackeys, by keeping his cock just barely out of reach of her lips and tongue.

“Here, Kitty Kitty—come on now. Follow the treat—” Scotch broke into repeated whistles as he led Jessie into the other room and Leslie closed the door to the Don’s office and bedroom behind them.

The henchmen’s room was considerably less immaculate than the Don’s quarters, miscellaneous weight lifting equipment, folded sleeping mats, discarded food containers and overflowing ash trays. The whole room stank of cigarette butts and body odor.

When they all arrived, joining Houndstooth and the others who were waiting, Kotch dropped Kyrie onto a folded mattress, kissing her still as he fumbled with his belt. Scotch took hold of Jessie’s neat pony tail and shoved her eager little mouth down on his cock, breaking the capsule against the back of her throat.

*-*-*

“Don’t be like that,” Rude sighed, touching the bridge of his nose with two fingers, “we just did something nice for you, now you’re gonna be difficult about this? Believe me, you’ll be better off getting adjusted to a human cock in your ass before we pass you along to Hojo. The things that sick fuck is planning—”

“Watch it, underling!” the loudspeaker blared to life again, just as loud as before, “just give her the next injection, stop wasting time!”

“Don’t you think she’s had enough?” Tseng interjected, his expression still placid.

“I’m not wasting my valuable time to find out how much is enough—this experiment is designed to find out how much is too much. If she’s still got the will and sense to object, she obviously needs some more.”

“You’re the boss,” Rude sighed, retrieving the second syringe of glowing, purple mako. He injected the fluid into Aerith’s back, just above the crack of her ass, “now, like I said—I’m going to take it easy on you.”

For Rude, that meant shoving the full length of his long, hard cock into her wet pussy before pulling back, arranging himself and pushing insistently against her tight anal pucker. He seized her long, spiral braid in his gloved fist when the head of his cock forced Aerith open wide enough for him to deliberately sink the next eight or so inches of his long, smooth shaft.

“There, that’s not so bad, is it,” Rude tossed Aerith’s dress away from her hips again as he began rocking slowly, using her braid to work her in opposition.

 

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Tifa’s eyes watered as her throat convulsed around her fiance’s invading cock. Fuck! She’s pushed him too hard, gone too far, pressed her luck, and now she was paying for it. She sputtered helplessly as he forced his monstrous cock down her throat, hand rough and unyielding on the back of her head. He accused her of being a gold digging whore as he stuffed his peculiar prick further and further down her throat.

“I’m sorry!” she cried, gasping for air when he finally withdrew his massive cock from the depths of her throat. The look in her eyes was a potent combination of fear, disgust, and lust as the Don threatened her life. As she coughed and gasped for air, Corneo tucked two of those striped pills his lackey had forced her to take in his foreskin. She’d barely got a chance to catch her breath before he was forcing his cock back down her throat again, breaking the capsules he’d so delicately placed in his foreskin. The powder spread all over her tongue and the insides of her cheeks as he forced his cock down her throat once more. It coated her throat with the potent white powder, dissolving quickly and spreading throughout her bloodstream.

Tifa knew in that moment she was done for - the little shred of sense she’d been holding on to frayed and quickly unraveled as the Don began to fuck her throat roughly, guiding her with a pudgy fist tangled in her dark hair. Tifa gagged helplessly around Don Coreno’s cock, but strangely enough it wasn’t unpleasant and it didn’t hurt. Although the noises emitting from her throat were poisiveltly filthy, Tifa didn’t feel any pain. His cock seemed to meld to the curve of her throat. She didn’t understand, but she didn’t need to, because as he’d said, all she needed to worry her dizzy little brain about was servicing her Don. Don Corneo’s huge cock in her throat no longer felt like an invasion - it felt like heaven, like it belonged there, like she was made to gag around his cock.

The drugs were hitting her hard now. Her eyes glazed over mindlessly as he reprimanded her. She wanted to apologize to him but her mouth was too full of his cock to speak. Instead, she reached forward and squeezed his thigh gently, trying to show repentance for her actions. Tears fell from her eyes, but not all from the force of his cock. She wasn’t sure why anymore, but as horny as she was, some part of her felt sad.

When he was finally satisfied fucking her throat, he pulled out, and along with it came a great heave of salvia and mucus, Tifa gasped for air and coughed violently, nearly gagging. She groveled before him, staring into his eyes pleadingly. “I’m sorry, Daddy. Please forgive me. I”ll be good, I promise.”

He ordered her to turn around and present her ass to him.

“Yes, daddy. Of course, daddy,” she panted graciously, turning over and shoving her big, firm ass into his face willingly, well, as much as one could consider willingly in such a drug-fueled state. Her hands fumbled to grab her ass cheeks, lewdly spreading herself open to him.

She did her best to follow his instructions, but he’d given her two of those aphrodisiac pills on top of the first one his goon had given her, and now her lust was becoming overwhelming She wasn’t sure she’d even be able to count straight as an overpowering heat curled in her belly and her pussy ached to be filled. She was moaning before he even touched her.

His first slap held nothing back, and it brought her nothing but pleasure. She cried out and pushed her ass towards him, huge tits dragging against the expensive bed sheets. She gripped a pillow desperately, calling out, “One! Th-thank you Daddy!”

There was too much time between this slap and the next, and like a wild creature in heat she wiggled her ass enticing before him. “Two! Three!” she counted, letting loose a squeal with each harsh slap. The two new doses of yellowjacket pills converted all pain to pleasure and left her quivering pussy on display for her betrothed.

*******

Kyrie grinned as Kotch grabbed her ass forcefully and tugged her against his erection, rejoicing at the contact. She rubbed herself against him, hands clenching his vest tightly, encouraging him to keep touching her. He kissed her fiercely, clearly unbothered at the fact his boss’s foot had just been in that mouth he was kissing. He spread his tongue lewdly throughout her mouth, and she faintly tasted the pill he’d given her earlier. But she found she didn’t care one bit as she basked in the feel of his body and aggressive kiss.

Jessie was lost in her own cloud of lust, three fingers already deep inside her pussy as her thumb played with her clit. Lucky for her she wasn’t alone for long as the other emcee approached her, taking his cock out in the process. “Oooh, yes! Bring it here!” she begged, wiggling her ass enticingly.

Her mouth was watering by the time he reached her. He barely got a chance to say two words before her tongue was already teasing the head of his cock. She swirled it around the head in playful, quick swipes. “Hey!” she protested when he jerked his hips away from her, swinging his cock just out of reach. A yellowjacket pill glistened in the tip. She swung around to face him on her hands and knees, already well on her way over to him before being ordered to do so. She loved games. She purred as she crawled over to him on hands and knees, following him and the rest of the lackeys into an adjacent room.

Kyrie moaned into Kotch’s mouth wantonly as he kissed her deeply and rubbed her body against his. She flexed her legs around his hips, securing herself more closely to his erection. She rubbed her cunt all over him, desperate for more. She didn’t really notice the transition from one room to the next, but the next thing she knew she was being lowered onto a dirty mattress, lips still connected to his. As he fumbled with his belt she pulled her panties down and spread her thighs for him. Then she moved her hands to the hem of her dress and pulled it up, exposing her bare body to him.

While Kyrie was focused on Kotch, Jessie was busy with Scotch. She moaned happily when she finally got to wrap her lips around his cock. She sucked eagerly, a woman on a mission to explode his reactor. She swallowed the pill Scotch had given her eagerly, anything for more pleasure. Her eyes flickered up when she heard the door close and a group of men entered. A rush of heat flooded her at the sight of all the men staring at her with hungry, libidinous eyes. She swallowed around the cock in her throat as her pussy slickened in anticipation of cocks filled her every hole.

*******

“Wh-what?” Aerith stammered, already wide eyes widening even further as Rude alluded to Hojo’s devious plans for her. “What do you mean?”

Did the mad scientist intend to breed her with an animal? A monster? She felt sick at the thought. She was petrified by the possibilities of what was to come. She knew her mom had been experimented on during her childhood, but she never knew exactly what those experiments entailed. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know, and now, she wasn’t sure if the horrors Hojo would conduct upon her would be worse than she could even imagine.

Hojo insisted the Turks give her a second injection, because she still had the will to resist. She cried silently and looked to Tseng with her brillant, desperate emerald orbs. But then Rude stabbed her with the second injection and all thoughts of monster cock and resistance faded as the second dose of the charm injection began to take effect. Once again she felt herself falling for the Turk who’d injected her with the serum.

“I’m going to take it easy on you,” Rude told her. He thrust into her wet, dripping cunt then, smearing her pussy juices and Reno’s pre-cum along her inner walls. She moaned loudly in pleasure, but as swiftly as he’d penetrated her he pulled out. She tried to push back upon him, envelop his hard cock in her warm, wet pussy again, but Rude had pulled away, pressing insistently at her ass. She whimpered knowing there was no stopping it. Besides, she was starting to anticipate it, get excited by it. If it was what Rude wanted she wanted to please him, just like she’d wanted to please Reno. The charm serum had a strong influence on her emotions and her sensations, making her crave the men who injected her with the serum.

He entered her then, inch by inch, spearing her open for him. Aerith whimpered in pain and squeezed the couch cushions as he tore her open. He tugged at her spiral braid, angling her back into him. She turned back to look at him, desperation in her expressive green eyes. “Please… Go slowly,” she begged as he began to move his hips forward and backward, spreading her asshole open with his cock.

Even under the bizarre effects of whatever Hojo had the Turks inject her with, the intrusion of Rude’s cock inside her ass still hurt. His cock was too big for this, or she was too small, or both. Her knuckles were white from their tight grip on the couch cushions as her body fought against him, but Rude did move slowly and gently, patiently coaxing her to relax and enjoy. It felt so bizarre, so opposite and strange but somehow oddly pleasant. As Rude kept rocking inside her, that soft kernel of pleasure only grew. If she was being honest, it wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be.

“Ohh,” she moaned softly. Aerith moved one hand between her thighs, sifted through her soft light brown curls to begin rubbing small, soothing circles around her clit. She rested her right shoulder into the mattress and looked over her shoulder at Rude as he fucked her ass.

“It’s--it’s not so bad,” she admitted, allowing herself to moan a little louder. She rubbed her fingers faster on her clit, watching as he pounded into her from behind. He still had those stupid sunglasses on, but they were sliding down his nose a little bit as he fucked her. It was kind of sexy.

As the second dose of charm serum made its way through her bloodstream, Aerith felt more and more amicable to the bald Turk fucking her asshole.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Don Corneo’s large hand landed with enough force and impact to tousle Tifa’s silken hair from her back, spilling out on either side of her body. His hand left behind a wide, vibrant, red handprint on her smooth, toned skin as he raised his arm again. The inside bands of Corneo’s gold rings were all embossed on the palm side with inset letters so that the handprint he left behind left raised, pale letters across the center of his red handprint. The four rings spelled out D-O-N-‘S where his heavy rings struck her flesh.

It wasn’t long before the Don’s newest bride succumbed to the drugs or perhaps her desire for more punishment—but she screwed the count up by number two, the third strike was more to vent frustration.

SMACK! SMACK!

“No! You silly, stupid thing! Thank me each time, ungrateful whore!” Don Corneo snarled, taking the opportunity to remove the gold chains from around his neck, draping them over the claw of the dragon that loomed over his headboard, “start over at one. And get it right this time—otherwise I’m going to trade you out for one of those others!”

It was almost too much trouble, breaking in new girls every week—teaching them to adequately satisfy him, over and over again. Nonetheless, it still beat the alternative.

It was a pure bluff that he’d trade her out, the Don had big plans for this bride—but it pleased him to see her increasingly desperate. Her desperation had that sort of heroic pathos to it that said even she wasn’t totally certain what she was capable of when her desperation became intense enough. She was like someone who had always believed in some unknown fairy tale that told her no matter how dire things became—someone would always be on their way to rescue her. Like she had a hidden protector that she believed in—in spite of reality.

SMACK!

“That’s better!” Corneo praised, landing his first backhand stroke across his body, branding her fresh cheek for the first time.

When she didn’t fumble the count, Corneo leaned forward and lewdly thrust his long tongue into her asshole, curling like a fish hook as he dragged it out. Corneo smacked his lips loudly as he came back up, dragging his tongue back and forth against his lips.

SMACK!
SMACK!

“Now you’re getting it. There may be hope for you yet. Maybe you’ll get that extra special present from me afterall! Oh ho-ho-ho-ho-hoo!”

SMACK!

He was still laughing as the forth spank landed, catching her off guard, but she recovered impressively. Perhaps this little honey bee had some skills that could make him money in the arena as well as the Inn. It wasn’t often the Don was impressed with the potential of his new wives to do work off of their backs.

SMACK!

By now, Tifa’s ass looked like she’d been assaulted by a label maker. Angry pink handprints overlapping in red with letters strewn about like a half-finished crossword puzzle—except the only answer to every question was—DON’S—DON’S—DON’S—DON’S—DON’S—DON’S—DON’S—DON’S.

“Not perfect, but I’m done with punishment for now,” Corneo snarled, peeling his way out of his button-up shirt, exposing his jiggly midsection—made to look smaller by the huge pillar of his cock jutting out from below it, “beg me to fuck that pussy! I know you’re aching for it!”

Corneo didn’t bother to gauge the quality of Tifa’s begging as he himself had had enough of the foreplay. He wanted to slam that sobbing cunt with all his might—and so he did. Gripping her firm, round ass-cheeks in each of his large hands, Corneo thrust himself into Tifa’s soaking-wet pussy in one smooth stroke—trying in vain to force all of it inside of her at once.

“I think we’ve found your real talent,” Corneo groaned, humping away like a jackhammer, forcing those last few inches inside her, filling up her every nook and crany—both vertical and horizontal.

When he’d at last managed to fit his hour-long cock into Tifa’s fifteen-second pussy, he released her ass in favor of her long, black hair and one of her arms. He gripped her left elbow and a fistful of her hair, dragging her back into his thrusts which came rapidly and with frightful force behind each one.

*-*-*

Houndstooth howled when he locked eyes with Jessie from across the room, thrilled that the pussy he’d previously breathed toxic gases to taste was now available to him. The fact that she had Scotch’s uncut cock in her mouth and was still faintly affecting a feline posture only served to further ignite his lust. The mohawked henchman whipped off his leather, red chocobo vest that identified his gang affiliation, wearing no shirt underneath.

Houndstooth’s teeth grazed both of Jessie’s firm, round ass-cheeks as he forcefully ripped her panties away from her body with a loud rip. He chewed them like a mouthful of bubblegum and slurped up the last broken strap like a stray spaghetti noodle.

“Go on then, I don’t mind,” Scotch nodded at Houndstooth who looked up for approval from his superior.

The mohawked man dove into Jessie’s pussy with enough force to knock her forward, forcing her to take Scotch in her throat and bloody his own nose against her tailbone. He lapped at her wet pussy greedily, grunting to try and maintain his breath as he tried to stuff more and more of his lapping tongue inside her. Juices were dripping down his chin.

For his part, Scotch just gripped Jessie’s neat ponytail to regulate her head motion as his associate tried to tongue fuck her depths.

Kotch wasted no time after Kyrie stripped her panties and lifted her skirt, he slammed his tanned, veiny cock into her with all his strength. His mouth descended on hers again, their lewd tongue kissing resuming like two pink sumo wrestlers struggling to overtake the center line. His gold chains dangled down to pool between Kyrie’s collar bones as he pumped his hips furiously.

Both of Kotch’s hands went right back to Kyrie’s ass, tugging her into his rough thrusts to force himself deeper. It was clear to the others that Kotch wanted some time to himself with Kyrie, so the others just huddled around a small card table waiting their turn.

Leslie seemed to be the only one in no hurry. Instead he went around behind the others, locking up the way they’d come and the way back to Corneo’s office. While the others were watching and cheering the others on, Leslie barely spared a glance at the mostly undressed ladies.

At last, he leaned against the door back to the hallway, furthest from the action and solemnly smoked a cigarette.

*-*-*

Rude smiled as Aerith began leaning back into his thrusts and moaning, it wasn’t that bad, she’d admitted. Of course not. Rude wasn’t a bad man. But he was doing a bad thing.

“Good girl,” Rude praised her, thrusting and withdrawing in precise, efficient movements, plunging the head of his long cock to the spot where the injection was merging with her bloodstream, “take that cock like a good, little girl.”

It was slightly strange, ass-fucking this young woman he’d watched grow up from early childhood. The Turks always carried a sort of fondness for Aerith and some part of him pitied her, even as she began enjoying her ass-fucking more and more. Innocence was a rare commodity in Midgar and it was a shame to be reducing it in the girl they’d fought hard to preserve it in. But Rude decided to lean into the weirdness.

“Is my good girl going to cum? Come on, sweet darling. Cum like a good little broken doll.”

*-*-*

Cloud was miserable, staring at the childhood mural of paintings of the girl he couldn’t protect. It was beautiful, but tragic—not unlike Aerith herself. He was reclining on the bed, his sword still securely strapped to his back, angled against the wall and he was leaning on the broad flat of the blade. A SOLDIER in repose.

It was then that the speakers in his room crackled to life with what he quickly realized was the live audio from Aerith’s room.

“Bastard!” Cloud seethed, gripping the hilt of his huge sword but not drawing—there was no target, “turn it off!”

Even as he shouted his demand, Cloud knew it would fall un uncaring ears. Hojo was enjoying this, and as long as Cloud was stuck in this room, he was completely at the madman’s mercy.

 

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Tifa was so, so high. Her body was tingling all over, heat spreading rapidly all over her skin from where her Don slapped her. She arched her back, pushed her ass into the air. “Ohhh I’m sorry, Daddy! So sorry! Thank you, Daddy, thank you, thank you!” she sobbed, moaning out an apology as he rained two fresh smacks onto her ass and berated her. Everything around her was foggy except for the elegant bedspread she was splayed upon.

She’d fumbled the count because she was too dizzy with pleasure and want - her whole body felt hypersensitive from the drugs.The hardest of his slaps didn’t bring her pain but instead a pleasure so immense she kept moaning as he slammed her into the mattress. Her huge tits pressed against the elegant blankets. The soft rich fabric felt so good against her hard nipples.

At the threat of trading her out for Jessie or Kyrie, Tifa chanced a glance back at him over her shoulder, ruby eyes shining in desperation. “No! Please don’t. I’ll do better, I promise.” She wiggled her ass enticingly, drunk with lust to be filled with his huge, supernatural cock.

She made sure to get the count right this time. As the first slap landed on her supple ass she cried out, “O-one! Thank you, Daddy!” She felt something hard digging into her flesh from his palm, and she loved the way it bit into her skin. Later, she would discover the harsh brand he’d given her and recoil in horror at the sight of DON’S written all over her ass cheeks, but for now in her drug-fueled lust-filled state she embraced the sharp pleasure of the metal embedded into her ass cheeks.

As she looked back at him with lust-lidded eyes, Coreno bent over and thrust his tongue into her asshole hastily, drilling into her puckered hole as deep as his curved tongue would allow. Tifa cried out louder than before in sheer shock at the lewd action. Why was his tongue so long and why did it feel so good? Tifa shivered even as her body flushed with warmth. The way he lapped at his lips to savor her taste after emerging from her behind was disgusting, but somehow also incredibly arousing. She was so turned on. Her pussy essence was dribbling onto the mattress now; crimson eyes alight with want and aglow with pleasure from the drugs and pleasure-pain Corneo was granting her.

“Two! Thank you, thank you, Daddy! Three! Thank you, Daddy!” Tifa’s muscular ass jiggled fiercely in response to his slaps as she moaned wantonly. It was all she could do to grip the bedspread for support to prevent herself from falling flat onto the mattress at the sheer force of his smacks.

Tifa was not used to being treated so roughly, though of course her muscular body could take it. As the owner of a bar, she’d faced her fair share of disrespect and forceful attempts to stick around after the bar closed; propositions to pay her with sexual favors or lewd requests, but most of the time the innuendos and suggestions never amounted to anything, and those who did threaten her were few and far between. She’d always been strong and intimidating enough to keep most of the creeps away. Her normal crowd would blush like school boys when she caught them staring at her ample breasts. In contrast, the Don was ruthless in his lust for her. He had complete control over her, despite his shorter stature and goofy appearance, the busty beauty that was Tifa Lockhart was completely at the mobster’s mercy.

Tifa was almost sad when she finished up the count, missing the sharp sting of his palm. She hoped more pleasure was to come. She was dripping all over the bedspread and her clit was seriously aching in anticipation. Her cunt clenched around empty air, desperate to be filled with his unusual cock. She told him as much when he told her to beg for him as he stripped himself of his clothes. She practically drooled for his cock as she spoke, spinning around on the bed to face him. “Please - I need your cock inside me. Take me any way you like - I just need your huge cock inside me! Please fuck my pussy with your monster cock!” Tifa pleaded. She crawled closer to him on her hands and knees, huge tits swaying enticingly. She wasn’t sure where these words were coming from - it may look like she was trying too hard, but every word she spoke was genuine, genuinely endorsed by the pills. She would simply die if he didn’t fuck her soon - the tingling all over her body was too, too much. She felt too hot, explosive, like one of Jessie’s lit grenades.

She reached out to touch her betrothed but evidently he’d had enough of her begging. She flipped back around for him and then he plunged into her slippery, warm, tight pussy. Tifa screamed in response, pleasure and pain hitting her at once. His cock was humongous. Tifa was no innocent girl- she’d lived in the slums for years now and had had her fair share of partners and one-night-stands, but none of their cocks compared to the way Don Corneo’s cock felt. It spread her wide open; the pain was exquisite. His cock forced her open and her asscheeks ached from her earlier spanking. She moaned constantly as he slammed into her pussy from behind again and again, filling her up with his cock. Was the enhanced pleasure solely due to the drugs? Or was there actually something superior about the mobster’s cock?

She was a blubbering, flushed, unbelievably horny mess by the time Coreno grabbed her by the hair and one of her arms and pulled her back, forcing her to keep pace with his intense speed as he pounded into her pussy again and again. He was going far too hard under normal circumstances, and Tifa would likely feel the pain in the morning unless the Don kept her hyped up on drugs the entire time, but for now the pain of his oversized cock slamming against her cervix felt absolutely amazing. Her fingers in the hand he held back twitched wantonly, desperate to touch him, to pull him even deeper. “Oh! Fuck! Oh Don! Ah! Yes! Fuck!” she could not form complete sentences as the intrusion of his cock seemed to drain her of all coherent thought.

*~*~*

Jessie could hardly believe what she was seeing as the newcomer with the most lascivious look on his face locked eyes with her. She watched him strip himself of his vest and heat flooded her in anticipation of a second cock invading her body. Jessie moaned sinfully around the cock in her mouth and wiggled her ass at the newcomer, basking in the intensity of his gaze. This dude was an animal! She knew just from the look in his eyes. Ohh man she wanted him! He made his way over to her with an intense sexual aggressiveness the likes of which she’d never seen!

He strode over to her with purpose and intensity, like a predator approaching cornered prey, except this prey was more than willing to be devoured. Houndstooth ripped her panties off, leaving her dripping cunt on display for him. Her lips vibrated around Scotch’s cock as she moaned loudly in anticipation. She reached up with one hand and grasped Scoth’s cock by the base and jerked him off as her lips and tongue focused on the head, focused licks from her tongue a silent plea for him to let Houndstooth fuck her. She needed more cocks. It was like a deep down spring of desire that had always been bubbling beneath the surface had finally sprung free and she had no will to stop it, nor did she want to. It was easy for Jessie to embrace her inner slut.

These men were so different from the loveable dorks she was used to hanging around with. Even Cloud hadn’t taken her bait - not even once! She’d been beginning to think she wasn’t as attractive as she thought she was! But now this guy - this animal was literally devouring her panties, groaning in pleasure as he savored her taste. The crazy intensity of these men absolutely thrilled her. Those panites were not only worn, but also sodden with her slick arousal, and there had been a lot of it! And ohhh here comes more!

Now he was tongue fucking her pussy like his life depended on it. Jessie choked briefly around Scotch’s cock as the forcefulness of Houndstooth’s invading tongue in her wet depths forced her body forward. Luckily Scotch was there to steady her; he gripped her ponytail and helped guide her over his cock. She sputtered briefly but recovered, a great deal of spit dripping from her chin. Her own juices were dripping down Houndstooth’s chin as well. She couldn’t see, but she could feel the slickness of herself all over his stubble as he ground his face against her, trying to fit as much of his tongue inside of her as possible. He ate her pussy like a man starved and Jessie was so into it. She whimpered around Scotch’s thick dick as she jiggled her ass and thrust it against Houndstooth's open mouth. Ohhh it felt sooo good, and Jessie would have been singing his praises if her mouth wasn’t full of cock.

Not far from Jessie lay Kyrie and Kotch. The tanned emcee pulled her panties out of the way, plunging into her tight, eager pussy. The barely legal teen rejoiced at the still new sensation of a cock filling her up, spreading her pussy open. It hurt so good.

The pair kissed frantically and messily. Kyrie couldn’t recall the exact point that lust had consumed her like this, but she was embracing it, passion making up for some of her inexperience as she clung to the older man, fingernails digging into his shoulders. She held on tightly as he gripped her ass tightly and pulled her into every one of his powerful thrusts.

The other mens’ voices echoed faintly in her ears as they watched and waited in eager anticipation. Kyrie cried out from the sensations of Kotch’s cock pumping into her and the attention the men were giving her. She craved attention and she was getting all she wanted now. This was better than getting picked by the Don, as far as she was concerned.

Jessie felt the same way. She’d really lucked out in the end. She didn’t have to endure just one delicious meal, she got an entire buffet! She wanted more cocks. She moaned louder as she locked eyes with various men in the room. God, this was so fucking erotic. Fuck, she was gonna cum soon! She slammed her ass back into the animalistic man behind her, crying out as he drew an oragsm from her. Her eyes darted about the room, the lustful glances of the men prolonging her pleasure. Her pussy clenched around his tongue desperately as she moaned around Scotch’s cock, driving his cock further down her throat.

Eventually, her gaze landed on one solitary man leaning against the door, smoking a cigarette. The fact that he didn’t want her made her want him and she stared him down, flexing her fingers in his direction. She vaguely recognized him as the one who’d let them into this place.

*~*~*

Aerith was so relieved Cloud wasn’t here to see her like this. She didn’t want to know what he’d think if he saw the innocent Flower Girl moaning in pleasure as her ass was torn open. But now that he was gone, Aerith allowed herself to enjoy it a little more. There wasn’t any point in resisting, not for herself or for Cloud, not anymore.

Rude kept calling her a good girl as he pounded away inside her. She basked in his praises, working her fingers more frantically against her clit. Her moans reached a fever pitch as she accelerated closer to release.The way he was speaking to her should have been creepy, but instead it was causing Aerith’s pussy to tighten. “Please, Rude, oh! Don’t stop!” she begged, breathing harder as her ministrations on her clit finally brought her to the brink of pleasure. “Yes, yes, I’m a good girl. I’m a good girl…Oh man... I never thought I’d like getting fucked in the ass!” Aerith allowed herself to admit to him.

He wanted her to cum, and she wanted to please him. He called her a broken doll which nearly drew a sob from her lips, but it was lost as her orgasm finally ripped through her. She moaned loudly as her pussy clenched and her ass tightened around Rude. “I’m cummin! I’m cumming!” she cried. She was facing him but could no longer see him as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, mouth agape in erotic bliss.

 

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Rude grinned at Aerith’s announcement that she was cumming, apparently the mako injections had made her obedient even physically to his commands. He expressed his pleasure by speeding his hips up, moving faster but losing nothing in the length of his strokes. He released her long braid and wrapped one gloved hand around her body to squeeze and caress her perky breast under the remnants of her pink dress, nearly completely undone from the top and bottom. His other powerful hand slid around to her inner thigh, lifting one leg up from the couch and finding that he could push just a little deeper.

“Yes, cum just like that—that’s my good girl! Such a pretty face, I like that slutty ahegao look. Don’t hold back, hang your tongue out and scream like a feral beast—I know you want to,” Rude continued commanding Aerith as he felt his own climax approaching, but he wasn’t quite done yet, “I’m going to cum inside, you’ll see. It was worth stretching your tight asshole open just to feel the difference—finishing inside. You’re going to have the biggest orgasm of your life when you feel my hot cum filling you up.”

Rude moved a little faster, the tip of his cock reaching the place inside her that her most recent injection was concentrated and still spreading. His thumb pressed against the side of his hand firmly, trapping her sensitive nipple in a strangle-embrace.

“Ohhh, here it comes good girl—take—it—all!” Rude grunted, pushing himself in as deep as he could manage, just as his cock jerked and his cum skeeted out into Aerith’s ass, “cumming!”

Each thrust renewed the flow of thick, glutting cum as Rude’s gloved hands moved slowly over her back and stomach. He caressed her tenderly as he filled her ruthlessly.

“Good girl…”

*-*-*

Houndstooth continued lapping at Jessie’s pussy like he was trying to stuff himself inside. Most women were put off by his animalistic nature and lack of polite manners—but this thick bitch seemed to enjoy it, which only made him more excited for slurping at her clit and asshole.When she wiggled her hips at him, enticing him for more, he couldn’t hold back anymore. He was out of his pants in a flash and hooked his heels inside of Jessie’s kneeling knees before thrusting his hips forward to bury his big cock into Jessie’s eager and expectant pussy.

Panting loudly, Houndstooth mounted and penetrated Jessie like a dog—not doggy style, per se—but his entire body perched up on her backside with his cock full bore inside her and his heels hovering above the ground. She was strong to be able to support his weight which only made him more excited to hump her fiercely.

Sweat beads started to rain from Houndstooth’s forehead and onto Jessie’s back. He began violently gyrating his hips, making his impressive cock seem to swirl around and stir up Jessie’s insides while remaining at maximum depth.

“Hah- Hah- Hah- I love it!” Houndstooth panted, reaching forward to grasp and squeeze her firm but petite breasts in her palm.

Scotch, on the other hand, was getting close to his limit and Jessie’s urging Leslie over to join them. Leslie was known for having an aesthetically beautiful cock and Scotch was in no hurry to cross swords with his average-length, uncut hog next to that Adonis of a cock. As Leslie approached—albeit hesitantly—Scotch began jerking the base of his cock, leaving Jessie to tend to the head with her eager, pink tongue.

Seconds later, Scotch was flinging thick, heavy ropes of cum across Jessie’s face, tongue and lips, glazing her from her forehead to chin with extra attention paid to her tongue and lips. When he was finished, she looked more like Jackson Pollock’s easel than the pretty dancer slash actress she’d once been.

“Feeling good?” Leslie asked, his dispassionate tone and slightly judgmental brown eyes peering down at Jessie as he undid his pants, “enjoying yourself, huh? Are you proud of yourself? What if your parents could see you now?”

Leslie extracted his cock from his jeans, perhaps the most perfect cock that had ever been. It was smooth and hard like it was carved from rose quartz and the head was perfectly pink. Its proportions were somehow aesthetically ideal and its length was just right—not too big, not too short. A cock fit for Goldilocks pussy.

A champion of playing “both sides” in any situation, Leslie had made a deal to deliver Jessie and Tifa’s clothes and equipment—but it seemed that wouldn’t be necessary. Kyrie had made her own deal to have lockpicking tools snuck in to rob the Don blind—but she seemed to be decidedly off-plan as well.

Leslie just grabbed Jessie’s ponytail and stuffed his cock into her mouth, almost mechanically, like he was completing a chore.

Kotch had expanded his reach to grasp one of Kyrie’s thighs and raise it to his chest, rolling her over onto her side on the folded bedroll. On her side she was better able to tend to Switchblade’s skin-blade that he’d presented to her eager face. While Kotch took advantage of his grasp on her athletic leg, Switchblade stabbed the barely-legal, budding thief in the back of her throat with his cock.

*-*-*

The lights all around the room suddenly flashed bright white and somewhere a shutter clicked as Don Corneo touched a hidden button on one of his rings, taking a high definition photograph of Tifa’s screaming glee while he spanked her ass again hard, a minor correction in between jaw rattling thrusts.

“It’s Daddy—not Don. It’s a special privilege to call me Daddy, but if you’re not grateful for my generous treatment there are many others who long for the privileges I’m giving you,” Corneo smirked, flexing his bicep while slamming into Tifa again, harder and snapping a photo, “I can strip privileges from you real quick.”

At this, Corneo abruptly kicked Tifa’s knees out from under her and collapsed his full weight on top of her, his large gut fitting neatly into her petite, arched back—like yin and yang. Stretching her out onto the bed flat. He began furiously arching his own back, bending her lithe, flexible frame around his round body, like a bow being strung. His large hands closed slowly around her throat, tighter and tighter as he continued to brutally “prone bone” her.

“Like breathing—that’s a privilege I allow you,” FLASH! “and you can see how easily it’s taken away. Then I start taking things you love,” FLASH “and then I take things you depend on until you eventually lose the privilege of surviving in my presence. Most lose that privilege eventually. You ought to be more grateful for all of these things I grant you in my benevolence,” FLASH! “you ought to show me your gratitude more clearly and pay homage with tremendous climaxes!” FLASH! “when I allow you the privilege of breathing again, I expect you to cum like you never have—describe it in detail—thank me for my generosity and convince me that you do in fact love me more than your next breath.”

Just as Tifa’s mind was flirting with unconsciousness, the camera system began to flash repeatedly, like a strobe light, taking images in rapid succession and Corneo arched Tifa into the bed again—at last, releasing her throat—leaving irregular bruises behind from his rings. He held her down by her shoulders instead, groaning as he reveled in the internal gymnastics of Tifa’s tight, wet, pussy-claw.

 

[Emstar202]

“Ahhh!~” Aerith cried out as Rude fucked her deeply, quickly, and forcefully, filling her completely. He praised her through her orgasm, spurring her pleasure on. She rejoiced in his touch as he slipped a hand under the remnants of her dress and palmed her breast, tweaking the nipple between his fingers. As he desired, she sunk into the pleasure, hung her tongue down to her chin, and rode out her orgasm with crossed eyes. It felt so good to let go; to let her body respond before her mind, let it writhe and contort in pleasure. Her expression was that of a fallen angel’s pleasure as her ass clenched around him.

“Oh! Fuck!” Aerith cried. Her moans were uncontrollable. She clung to the arm of the couch desperately, using it as an anchor as Rude began to press even deeper into her, lifting her leg up from the couch. He impaled her pussy over and over, striking her with the great force of pleasure. He told her he was going to cum soon and she thurst backward into him in response, craving his cum. Whatever Hojo had put in this charm drug was an aphrodisiac as well. Rude’s words alone were enough to elevate her pleasure to the next level, and soon she felt another orgasm rapidly building. She moved a hand to her center again, rubbing her clit frantically.
He moved his hips just so and hit her even deeper. Aerith screeched out her ecstasy. She felt his cock begin to twitch inside her, and then he was cumming with her, spilling his hot semen into her virgin ass. “Yes…. cum in my ass!” she cried. Her eyes began to glaze over for a second time as her orgasm overtook her, bringing with it an exaggerated ahegao look that came naturally to her.

The contrast of Rude’s intense thrusts with his gentle caress was heady, and Aerith’s orgasm went on and on in response to that delicate combination. He praised her again and she rejoiced in it. Having never had much male presence in her life, she reveled in the Turks’ praises. Rude called her a good girl and she was glad she’d been able to pleasure him. She just wished she could see him, but then again a man like Rude would even wear his sunglasses at night.

As her orgasm finally subsided Aerith collapsed into the couch, her tits and stomach flat against the leather and her ass still protruding high in the air as Rude unloaded himself inside her. She ground her ass into him, riding out the last of her pleasure.

***

Jessie’s orgasm was only just subsiding when Houndstooth suddenly leaped onto her, hooking his heels on the inside of her knees. “Ah!” Jessie cried out as her arms shook and her knees fought against buckling under his weight, but she was strong enough to withstand him. Fuck! He was mounting her like a dog!

She felt his cock press against her opening and screamed like a bitch in heat when he entered, wasting no time in slamming his cock as deep as it could go inside her dripping pussy. Jessie thrust back into him, crying out as he filled her up with his cock, fucking her like an animal.

It was almost too deep, but Jessie was experienced and used to handling big cock. She angled her hips just so, making him hit her where she needed him most. “Mmmmhhph!” she wailed, hands fisting as he pounded into her with never faltering speed. When he grabbed her breast she moaned out loudly in pleasure. He was rough in his handling of her, but Jessie loved every moment of it. He ground his hips into hers, circling his cock inside her. She moaned wantonly, loving every moment his thick cock pulsed inside her.

As much as she was enjoying the thrusting of the beast-man behind her, she made sure to keep sucking Scotch’s cock through it all. Houndstooth’s aggressive thrusts only seemed to spur on the speed and intensity of her sucking. Jessie was moaning wantonly around Scotch’s cock, sending ripples of pleasure from her mouth straight to his dick. After she’d gestured Leslie over, Scotch seemed desperate to orgasm, pushing Jessie further up his cock to tend to the head while he jerked the base.

Jessie tended to his uncut cock like a virgin at a religious altar, lapping beneath the hood to taste him completely and tease her tongue into his opening. She liked the taste of his salty pre-cum on her tongue and renewed her efforts to please him with her cock kisses, even as her own pleasure distracted her, Houndstooth’s desperate thrusts pushing her further and further towards orgasm.

All of a sudden Scotch came, pulled back, and sprayed her entire face with thick, white ropes of cum. Jessie cried out in response, delighting in the cum coating her face. She flicked out her tongue and lapped at the cum dripping from her lips, swallowing the salty semen eagerly.

She’d completely forgotten about the pretty boy she’d gestured over until he was right in front of her, taunting her, asking her if she was proud of her behavior. Asking what her parents would think if they could see her now, all while unbuckling his pants preparing to violate her himself.

She narrowed her eyes at him, face still coated in cum. How could one with such a pretty face be so cruel? Leslie’s words lifted the lusty fog around her - just a little - just enough for his words to hurt. “My parents are dead, asshole,” she lied. It was easy enough to bring tears to her eyes, as the thought of her dead in his mako coma really did bum her out. She gazed into Leslie's judgemental brown eyes, waiting to see them soften, hoping to see the sympathy there, before flicking out her tongue against his perfect cock and tilting her head. “Psych!” she managed to get out a short, antagonistic laugh before he’d pressed her head down onto his cock, smearing Scotch’s cum across her lips. She grunted around the perfect pecker, tongue teasing the tip, relishing in the taste. She’d never tasted a cock this good! It tasted as good as it looked. She moaned lowly, wantonly, the feeling of his cock in her mouth almost as arousing as the cock slamming into her pussy, as if his cock had unlocked hidden pleasure glands inside her throat.

She sucked him passionately, gliding his godly cock down her throat over and over, deep throating him. She reached one hand forward and gripped his ass, middle finger straining towards his asshole. She rubbed around the rim delicately. At the same time, she gently grazed her teeth against the side of his cock, her small way of punishing him for insulting her. It wasn’t enough to hurt; merely a threat of danger.

She brought her teeth away just as swiftly as they’d appeared; pulled her puckered mouth off of him as her finger toyed with his asshole. “You know, you shouldn't be so mean. You should know better than to insult a girl when she’s got your cock in her mouth. I’m definitely not proud… but I am having a lot of fun!” She winked at him then took him in her mouth again, licking and sucking around his godly cock.

Kyrie was not having as easy a time as Jessie was handling multiple cocks. She sputtered around Switchblade’s cock as he thrust it down her throat forcefully. Kyrie moaned around his cock as Kotch filled her pussy up. He moved her over to her side and continued to pound into her, making it easier for her to suck Switchblade’s cock. Her moans vibrated around him. The noises emitting from her throat were a sinful melody to Don’s lackeys, who stroked their cocks in anticipation of defiling the teen’s pussy.

***

Tifa cried out in pleasure-pain when Don Coreno slapped her. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” she moaned out an apology for calling him Don. She’d never been one for the Daddy thing but she was completely at Don Coreno’s mercy. She’d call him anything he wanted if it meant he’d keep fucking her with that amazing cock of his. “Daddy, please! Please don’t get another bride - I’m so grateful to be yours. Please - give me more, Daddy!” All her words were punctuated with loud, wanton moans and pants as Corneo kept slamming into her pussy again and again.

She didn’t notice the camera flashes at first. Her head spun with each of his powerful thrusts. He collapsed on top of her suddenly, letting his full weight rest upon her. Tifa cried out in surprise as his jelly belly pressed into her back. His thick, powerful arms held her down, hot breath on the back of her neck.

She loved every inch of his skin against her own. Her pussy was dripping and clenching around him. She loved the rough treatment; the pills were converting each of his slaps to pleasure and the pain of his oversized cock to ecstasy. He wrapped his hands around her throat suddenly, tightening gradually with each powerful thrust.

This tubby little man with the flashy clothes, bizarre hairstyle, and horse-like laugh was a lot more dangerous than she’d ever imagined. She felt herself losing consciousness by the end of his tirade, but she’d heard one thing loud and clear - if she didn’t comply with whatever he wanted, not only her own life but the lives of her friends were in danger.

Barret... Marlene... Cloud...she thought briefly, but then Coreno’s hands tightened around her neck and Tifa was struggling for breath, let alone think.

He commanded her to cum and the force of his cock nearly had her there, but her fear and confusion held her back. None-the-less she choked out a moan and flexed her cunt muscles around his cock, desperate to please him even as flirted with oblivion. At last, he released her neck, allowing her to breathe. As he did so she felt an immense pleasure flood her brain, the luxury of oxygen returned. Her cunt began clenching with no action of her own and a true orgasm ripped through her, stronger than any she’d ever experienced. “Daddy! Oh, Daddy! Oh my god, Daddy! Yes! Oh!” she cried out as her pussy clenched around his cock uncontrollably. “I’m so grateful, Daddy. I am! Oh--your cock feels so good inside me. Better than anything… oh please, Daddy forgive me! You make me cum so good. My pussy can’t stop squeezing your cock - oh!” she squealed as her orgasm continued. “I love you! I love you, Daddy!” she screamed, nails digging into his forearms as he plowed her into the mattress. “Please don’t leave me, Daddy. Please. I love it. I love your cock. I love you,” Tifa pleaded desperately. She sounded like a crazed lovesick fool, but somewhere deep inside she was begging for more than her own benefit. She needed to keep her friends safe. Barret… Marlene... Cloud… she loved… Cloud...had to protect him.

“Daddy!!!” she shrieked as a second orgasm ripped through her body out of nowhere, scattering her thoughts. Her cunt clenched eagerly around Coreno’s cock. “I’m cumming again, Dady! Oh thank you, thank you! I love you! I love you so much, Daddy. Please... I’m so grateful… I’m so grateful,” she begged, not entirely sure what she was begging for. She stared back at him with her carmine eyes, tongue hanging out she struggled to keep her focus on him, the pleasure too powerful to handle.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Don Corneo grunted and moaned as Tifa’s soaking, hot cunt performed a chorus of constriction around his huge cock, harder now than before, stretching her deepest parts even as the tight orifice clenched against him. He quickly seized the opportunity afforded when she turned her head to the side, looking back at him with her tongue lolling past her perky, pink lips and loudly suckled her tongue past his own wet, maroon lips—slurping it like he was trying to suck the meat from an oyster half. He sucked her tongue just short of the point where the force could harm her—then quickly overlapped her tongue with his own, jutting into her mouth. In addition to being super-human long, Tifa rapidly discovered that his tongue was thick, a size that could embarrass most men’s cock size.

“I love the way you love me, Slut-wife,” Corneo whispered after breaking the French kiss with her throat, “I’m going to teach you so much about pleasure… You might just last.”

Having sufficiently praised her, Corneo leaned back, mounting up on his knees and grasping Tifa’s muscular upper arms. He pulled her arms behind her and jutted his hips out, filling her again, folding her womb nearly in half as he raised her body off of the bed, arched out in front of his body like the carved women on the bow of pirate ships. Each time he pushed with his hips, her back arched and she bounced higher before falling into the next thrust.

There was a wide, wet spot on the bed where Corneo had covered Tifa’s body in his own, like a sweating heated blanket and what remained of her purple dress was soaked like it had been in a swimming pool. With the drugs in both of their systems, both of them were running exceptionally hot and they were working quite hard at their aggressive fucking session.

Both of their bodies continued to rain sweat as he bounced her up and down on his cock, mingling their sweat together as he sweat down onto her and mixed with hers and rained down onto the bed.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Ho-ho-ho-hi-hi-hiii!” Corneo wailed, at last feeling his orange sized balls jerk inside his sack, signaling that the big moment was drawing neigh, “I’m going to cum! Ho- Ho- I’m going to cum!”

Corneo released her arms suddenly, grasping her round, squishy hips instead and began bouncing her up and down without quite withdrawing, slamming from deep to deeper as he felt his big moment coming.

“Use that stinger, Honey-Bee,” Corneo slapped her ass again before retaking his grip on her hips, he was treating his cock in her pussy like it was her stinger, he used his grip on her hips to make her draw shapes against him with his cock all the way buried inside, “Draw a circle! Yes, like that! Nice- big- round circle. Now make a cross—nice and stra-ight—yes. Another cross. Good bitch! Now, make a triangle—a GOOD triangle! Not some laying over on its side, narrow, right angle having shit! A proper, equilateral triangle.”

Some of his girls had trouble making proper triangles with their stingers.

*-*-*

Cloud couldn’t sleep—but maybe that went without saying.

“Ahhh!~”

The speakers were covered by the same type of high-density metal as the walls and door which had proven thoroughly resistant to sword strikes, magic and boot-heel strikes. The kicks might have been slightly redundant, but he’d exhausted himself with kicking at the door for some hours after his sword wore dull. At least the kicks had made the speakers seem less oppressive.

Less invasive of his psyche…

“Oh! Fuck!”

Cloud’s sleeveless shirt was soaked through with sweat and he was breathing hard, leaning his back against his Buster Sword angled against the wall. He was trying some of the focus exercises that he’d learned in S.O.L.D.I.E.R. training—put himself somewhere other than here…

Nibelhelm, Tifa, the water tower…

That’s what heroes do. They save people…

…Fine. I promise.

::STATIC::

“Yes…. cum in my ass!”

Cloud gripped his forehead and grunted faintly. His attempt at shutting out the sound from the speakers had aggravated his mako sickness, or whatever… As if emerging from the static of his thoughts, the monitor at the back of the room flickered to life.

“Tifa?” Cloud sat up abruptly, for a moment thinking that she was here with him—but within moments his eyes regained more focus and he could see that she wasn’t moving and she seemed… different.

Rubbing his head again Cloud leapt up from the bed, instinctively drawing his sword. It was a photograph—a photo of Tifa, apparently delirious with pleasure while fucking some horribly obese sweat monster with a tragic haircut. Could this be real? He had been having hallucenations…

“Stop this!” Cloud demanded resolutely of the screen as the image changed, a different position, a deeper expression of carnal bliss, “STOP IT!”

*-*-*

“Adorable,” Tseng groaned as Rude and Aerith executed a reverse tug-of-war with their hips, each pushing against the other with his cock deeper than ever as he spent his jizz into her intestines for what seemed like a solid minute—their hips pushing back and forth chaotically, “I suppose it’s my turn now.”

Tseng was warring within himself, disgusted by what they were doing to this petite, inexperienced girl—but also eager to have his turn with her. If she was to fall, he needed to at least have his turn with her on the way down. He owed her that at least.

He’d already picked up the last syringe and as Aerith’s tongue dangled out of her face, Tseng slid the syringe into the center of the pink flesh and deployed the plunger in one stroke. After disposing of the empty syringe, he picked her up in his arms and cradled her body against his, lowering himself into his chair with her straddling his lap.

After years of tending and doting on her like a younger sister, growing up with her, teaching and learning and braiding her hair—Tseng kissed Aerith, for the first time, his tongue seeking hers in long restrained desperation. He lifted her as though she were weightless, his hands caressing her ass cheeks through her dress that pooled on the ground behind where he lowered her slowly onto his uncut gem of a cock.

Tseng said nothing, instead breathing heavily through his nose as he continued wrestling tongues with Aerith. There was something so… incestuous—so taboo about having sex with this girl who he’d all but grown up with, but never viewed as a peer.

As she sank down fully onto the length of his shaft, Tseng sighed through his nose across her neck. There was no thrusting or bouncing or lifting—he just held her there in his lap by her hips and slowly, methodically worked her hips in slow figure eights.

“I love you,” Tseng sighed, even as his bottom lip remained within the kiss that threatened to take over forever.

*-*-*

“You’re right, that was mean—I’m sorry,” Leslie smiled, using his thumb to gently dislodge a dangling arc of cum away from Jessie’s long eyelashes, “I’ll be nice. It’s nice to have fun. We can have a nice time.”

Caressing the side of her head after wiping Scotch’s cum on her cheek, Leslie leaned into Jessie’s artful ministrations to his cock, his hips moving with the ebb and flow of tongue, lips, teeth and finger that almost made him look like he was slow dancing. He wondered how Jessie had guessed that he had a rimming fetish.

“Yeah, you’re a good girl, sweet, good cocksucking girl,” Leslie praised her as he allowed her full access to his picturesque cock and hairless balls—nearly as smooth as the Don’s, “but don’t tease me back there unless you’re ready to follow through.”

That was her warned, as far as Leslie was concerned. When she seemed suitably stabilized against the animalistic pounding she was absorbing on the other end of her lithe body, Leslie pulled his cock back and turned around, dropping his designer jeans to the ground. He raised one of her arms by the wrist to reach around and jerk his cock downward like milking a cow, while his other hand steered her jizz-smeared face between the firm globes of his smooth ass—pushing her mouth toward his anus.

“Go on then, Raspberry. Have fun with my ass and cock.”

If there was more to Leslie’s invitation for her to eat his ass it was unintelligible as Houndstooth let out a mighty howl—gripping both of Jessie’s perky breasts in his hands while his hips slapped against her ass rapidly—like a playing card in bike spokes. Everything on Jessie’s body that was the least bit round was jiggling and her ponytail kept bouncing like it was being tugged by an invisible string.

Houndstooth was at the peak of physical fitness, but the sheer ferocity of his assault on her pussy was making him sweat in long, running rivulets. His hands squeezed her breasts like he was angry at them—like he was trying to tear them away from her torso completely as he slammed her from behind, pulling her back into the next impact by her breasts.

“Good—pussy! Good—Pussy! GOOD—PUSSY!” Houndstooth was barking out with each impact of his muscular body against Jessie’s. Truly a bitch of the highest quality.

On the other side of the room, Kotch was sweating too—though his panting was less expressive than Houndstooth. Behind his sunglasses his brow was knitted as he felt himself growing closer and closer to a big finish. He was weighing his options of where to cum—thinking of reasons to pull out—he couldn’t think of one.

Kotch resolved to fill up the little teenaged bitch below him, shifting into his highest gear, no longer holding anything back, tugging on her far shoulder for leverage. After several intense moments, he buried himself balls deep and came with all of his might into the deepest parts of his inexperienced partner.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuckkkk…. Unngmgh!!!” Kotch groaned as his cum started to overflow Kyrie’s tight, little pussy.

“You done? I’d like a crack at that teenaged pussy if you are—her mouth ain’t doin’ shit for me,” Switchblade complained, gagging Kyrie on his cock again before derisively pushing her face to look the other direction.

 

[Emstar202]

Tifa was in a state of delirium. She’s never been fucked so deeply and so roughly before, but she was loving every moment. She gripped Corneo’s forearms tight as he ruthlessly pounded into her cunt again and again, filling her up completely with his massive cock. “Ohh ohh - it feels so good, daddy, it feels so--mmmph!” Cornero’s invading lips and tongue rendered her speechless. He sucked on her tongue so hard it nearly hurt, then gagged her with his own oversized tongue. Just like his cock it choked her; Tifa sputtered around his tongue, drool dribbled down the side of her chin as he filled the entirety of her mouth with his tongue while his cock stretched her pussy. His tongue was so thick - she wondered what it would be like for the Don to go down on her, for that wide, thick tongue to writhe against her clit - did he even perform such an act on one so unworthy? She had already pressed her luck with her new husband tonight (Though when exactly was the wedding?) but perhaps she could find out another time.

“Mmm” she moaned into his mouth, nails scraping his flesh, neck aching with the effort of turning around to meet his lips, but it felt so, so good. He kissed her in time with his thrusts, leaving her a moaning, quivering, sweat soaked slut on the mattress.

He praised her for her worship of him, then suddenly yanked her backwards, gripping her upper arms tight as he thrust into her deeply over and over again. “Oh D-D-Daddy!” she shrieked. Her breasts shook as he pounded into her, but the force of them bouncing so vigorously was nothing compared to the force of Corneo’s huge cock splitting her open. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as she experienced the most beautiful union of pleasure and pain. Tifa felt her body tighten up again - another countless orgasm appearing on the horizon. She was so, so hot. Sweat had completely soaked through her little purple dress, which resembled more of a rag now as it dangled around her waist.

“Fuck! You’re so deep! Oh, Daddy! I’m going to cum too - ohhh!” Tifa cried. He slammed her hips onto his again and again, hitting her deeper with each thrust. For a porky little man he certainly had a lot of stamina! The noises he was making would have been comical had she been in her right mind, but as it were she could barely hear his gruff shouts as her own orgasm swept through her, drawing out her own incomprehensible noises.

Her orgasm went on and on as his cock pulsed inside her. Tifa moaned and scratched at the bedspread as her orgasm overwhelmed her and her body shook around her betrothed.

Don pulled her up further on his cock, holding her ass tight as he guided her through a series of geometrical shapes. Each roll of his hips had his cock hitting her in a new, delightful way. Tifa moaned loudly at the varied sensations - she’d never known there were so many sensitive spots inside of her. “Ohhh Daddy!” she cried, doing her best to make the perfect triangle. She swayed her hips to the right, slowly, intentionally, drawing out each pleasurable sensation. She moaned low and long when she reached her limit on the right side. She held his cock inside her like that for a moment, swirling her pussy around the base of his cock, coating him in her juices, before finally rising her hips just so and carefully moving diagonally and upwards until she was centered on the mattress once again. She paused a moment here and ground her big ass against Don, drawing out another sinful moan from her lips. She moved her hips diagonally downward, nearly completing the triangle. Again, she ground her hips against him, sending electric sparks throughout her body. Finally, she completed the triangle, connecting the two side edges.

With the triangle complete, she rubbed her cunt against him and turned her head around to look at him, seeking his approval. Her ruby eyes were heavy lidded and her makeup was absolutely trashed. She was a complete mess. “Was that good, Daddy? Do you like that?” She tweaked her own nipple between her fingers as she began rocking forward and backward, impaling herself on his cock again and again. “I want to feel your cum inside me, Daddy.” Tifa looked at him with shining amber eyes as she begged for his cum.

***

Aerith blushed when Tseng called them adorable. Adorable was not the word she would use for the position she was in, with Rude’s cock drilling her ass as he spilled his cum inside her. But she knew Tseng meant it when she locked eyes with him - although he was staring at her hungrily, she still recognized the deep care he felt for her in the depths of his dark eyes.

Aerith fell limp as Rude pulled out, body exhausted from pleasure, but she wasn’t done yet, as Tseng so politely reminded her. He approached her and injected the third syringe straight into her tongue, which was done easily enough as it was hanging out of her mouth languidly. “Mmh!” she groaned in pain but did not attempt to stop the injection. She didn’t understand why they kept pumping her full of that charm serum; she’d stopped resisting a while ago, but nonetheless she accepted the syringe in her tongue like a good girl should.

Tseng’s lifted her up and brought her to his chair. He placed her gingerly over his lap and gazed into her eyes. Aerith suddenly felt shy under his gaze - Reno and Rude had acted fairly swiftly with their desires, but Tseng took his time. He kissed her and it was a little strange at first, being kissed by the Turk she’d considered most like a brother in his dealings with her, but it wasn’t unpleasant. Quite the opposite.

Aerith moaned lightly and rubbed her fingers across Tseng’s cheek, caressing him gently as he positioned her over his gorgeous cock. She was honestly a little surprised he still wanted to fuck her after she’d been defiled by two of his partners. The thought excited her, knowing all the Turks lusted for her like this. Did that make her a slut as Reno had claimed? Maybe.

Aerith bit her lip and stared intently at Tseng. She gently rubbed her wet pussy over him, coating his uncut cock head in her slippery juices. Her pussy and ass ached from all the fucking, but nonetheless she lowered herself onto Tseng’s cock, cunt stretching around him. Was having a big penis a requirement to be a Turk or something? Aerith grunted in slight pain but quickly found pleasure as Tseng slowly started rotating his hips, gently and delicately grinding his cock inside of her. “Ohhh, Tseng…” she sighed, eyes fluttering closed as the sensations took over. The foreskin on his cock added to the friction and it wasn’t long before she felt yet another orgasm building inside her. She ground her hips forward, rubbing her clit against his pelvis, stimulating her further.

“I love you,” Tseng breathed suddenly against her lips. Aerith gasped in response; her eyes shot back open and her vibrant emerald eyes met his dark, generally emotionless eyes, but right now they were shining with affection. Aerith chose to believe he really did love her.

She wanted to do this forever, feel this loved, this precious and treasured by someone. It was a wonderful feeling, but was spoiled all too quick as she remembered this was a one time deal - that they were handing her over to Hojo as soon as they were done here. The thought spoiled her pleasure and she felt herself start to cry.

She leaned forward, breaking their tender kiss, hiding her tears against his shoulder. Aerith breathed deeply for a moment, body asunder between great pleasure and great anguish. She angled her head upwards and she was sure he could feel her tears against his face as she whispered in his ear, “If you love me, then save me. Please. Don’t give me to Hojo. Please, Tseng, take me away from here. I’m begging you.”

Aerith hoped she hadn’t spoken loud enough for the others to hear. She dried her eyes in his silky black locks and then pulled back to look at him, begging him with her eyes. She gently rotated her hips, so, so slow, relishing every moment, every pinprick of pleasure his cock sent through her body. She moaned softly, loving the feeling of Tseng’s hands gripping her ass. Her own hands explored the planes of his chest, his muscular shoulders, his silken hair. She cradled his face against her hand, gently caressing his cheek as if he were the one who needed comfort. “Don’t let me go,” she pleaded.

***

Jessie really was having a lot of fun with Leslie’s godly cock. She lapped at his balls with his cock lodged in her throat, challenging herself to somehow fit them inside as well. Her attempts were admirable but futile, so she pulled her mouth off him to fully engulf his hairless balls, shining with spit, into her mouth. “Mmmm” she moaned appreciatively. Her whole body shook with the effort to maintain upright with the weight of Houndstooth mounting her. Her arm in particular shook violently, as it was doing all the work of holding her up while her other hand teased the rim of Leslie’s asshole.

Leslie warned her not to tease him and, to her great surprise, turned away from her. She was throughout disappointed, worried she’d angered him, but then he dropped his pants and turned around, grabbed her hand and placed it on his cock.

His ass was as perfect as his cock. Jessie’s mouth watered at his invitation - she didn’t exactly have an ass fetish or anything but she was willing to try anything once. Doing her best to continue to brace herself against Houndstooth’s relentless thrusting, she accepted Leslie’s invitation, leaning forward and burying her face between his perfect round asscheeks. Jessie wasn’t one to half-ass anything, but it was hard to really give Leslie pleasure with Houndstooth’s animalistic thrusts shaking her entire body.

“Ah - down boy - not so - hard,” she groaned, voice muffled against Leslie’s asshole. She flicked her tongue out tentatively against the tight knot of flesh, but it wasn’t long before she really got into it - really lapped at his asshole, her hand on his cock matching the speed of her licks.

Her whole body was starting to feel numb - she wasn’t sure how much longer she could withstand Houndtooth’s relentless thrusting. When she felt she couldn’t take it anymore, she wrenched her mouth away from Leslie’s asshole and exclaimed, “I can’t --- stay up --- any longer,” then collapsed onto the cool floor. Houndstooth seemed unaffected as he continued fucking her, slamming her hard into the ground with each of this thrusts. She angled her head upwards towards Leslie, still intent on pleasing him. Her tongue flicked out towards him. “Come here,” she groaned, fingers curling in his direction as well. Her pleasure began to rise again, having found relief against the cool floor.

“Oh fuck!” she cried, mouth agape as she felt another orgasm building rapidly as Houndtooth pounded into her.

“Too much for even you, huh Jessie?” Kyrie’s annoying, grating voice marred her pleasure. The teen didn’t exactly appear calm, cool, and collected herself, and, as if karma had overheard her taunt, Kotch picked up the pace and Kyrie started screaming. She felt him start to pulse inside her and she knew he was close. Unlike Jessie, she wasn’t yet on birth control. “Ahhhh pull out! Pull out!” she cried, but it was too late, Kotch had spilled a mighty load inside her. An orgasm swept through Kyrie, unbidden, why was she so excited to be filled with his cum?? “Oh my god oh my god,” she repeated, even as her pussy clenched around him in unparalleled pleasure. She gripped his shoulders tightly, pulling him yet deeper, her brief moment of clarity having passed like a crashing wave.

She was only mildly aware of Switchblade’s cock in her mouth as her pleasure took over, but she supposed she mustn’t be doing a very good job because he gave her a good choke with his cock and demanded access to her pussy. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, looking at Switchblade with some regret. “H-Hey! I’m doing my bestI - I’ve barely done this before…” she whined.

Jessie rolled her eyes, panting, “Ametaur hour over there,” she laughed, still taunting Leslie with her eyes. “Please give me more. I can take it.” She ran her tongue over her lips enticingly, begging for another taste. “I just --- can’t hold up the weight of your guard dog anymore.” As if to prove her point, she groaned with the effort to lift her body and finally raised her hips upward, before crashing down yet again.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

“Ho-Ho-Ho-hehehe!” Corneo chortled as TIfa came again, shuddering and vibrating around his still surging cock, “like a vibrating, electric fuck sleeve! Ohh what a delightful new fucktoy I’ve acquired! Such a good, supple, eager, little fucktoy. Yes—yes—oohhh like that! You wield that big stinger well, honeybee!”

It was true, Tifa wasn’t the first little bee to play the shape drawing game while borrowing Corneo’s stinger inside them—but he couldn’t remember a single time where he’d enjoyed it so thoroughly! Her big, round ass was like firm pudding—muscular and upturning, but still so round and soft. It jiggled—but only slightly, as if it was trying to compose itself each time the collision of their bodies sent ripples flowing through it.

It was a naughty ass indeed.

Even still, her ass could scarcely compare to her big, round, hanging tits! They seemed fake, just from their sheer size, until you saw them naked and flopping around like they were, swinging counter clockwise and clockwise at once like an electric mixer. Corneo grabbed and squeezed them peppering her back with wet, smacking kisses from one sweaty shoulder to the other—even stopping to loudly slurp at her sweat where it had pooled into a trickling stream down the center of her back before kissing his way out of that valley. He used the ribbed sides of his gold rings to pinch at her nipples, dragging the textured edges of his rings up-down and laterally.

“You did a fantastic job, honey pot—now we’re coming in for the big finish!” As he spoke, Corneo was gaining momentum, “now I’m going to teach you the real meaning of ‘Limit Break.’ Full-nelson Ahegao Dragon, Infinite Spiral—Bottomless Plunge!”

All at once, Corneo drew back, pulling almost completely out of her clenching twat, like the water leaving the beach before a tsunami. There came a cracking noise as he broke a Hyper Potion bottle under his nose, he breathed in deeply, before tossing the used potion bottle aside. When he moved forward, his cock had scarcely begun sliding back into her when his wide, hairy arms swept inside of her slender ones, sweeping her hands off the mattress. His fingers clasped behind her neck and as his cock was still driving into her and with her gripped in this full-nelson drove his weight on top of her, face first into the mattress. By the time his cock was bottoming out inside her, Tifa could practically feel the box spring against her face—the edges of the mattress seemed to tower over her—

Then, just as the pressure seemed ready to subside and the mattress would spring them back up again, Corneo was slamming down again, like another of himself had jumped on the first’s back—and after that, when the next one seemed ready to break, again—he was just landing on top of her once again—just pulverizing her muscular body into the bed over and over while he inexplicably seemed to be belly-flopping on top of her over and over without ever bouncing back. It was like a jackhammer body press that defied the laws of physics.

“Cumming!” Corneo grunted, his weight coming down on her suddenly for the last time.

His cum seemed to be on the same wavelength as the rest of him and it landed inside her following the downward momentum of several dozen Corneos. That moment, time seemed to stand still—all the impossible force and momentum of his big finish at equilibrium. The only motion was that of his cock as it shuttered from the nonstop flood of burning hot semen flooding into her with no hope of escaping back the way it had cum. It felt like he dropped five pounds in her before the bed recovered at last, launching him back off of her and onto his back, the sudden departure of his cock from her pussy causing his cum to splutter out of her like it was her tortured climax that produced all that thick, white cum.

“Hooo hiiiiiii!” Corneo sighed, reaching over his head into a minifridge mounted in the headboard of his massive bedframe. He produced a chilled bottle of water which he greedily uncapped, slurping a huge mouthful down his throat before pouring most of the rest of it over his huge body, like resuscitating a beached whale. The last bit of cool water he flung at Tifa, making a slapping noise as it splashed over her heated skin.

Corneo was already reaching for another bottle.

“Crawl over here, let Daddy pour some on your tongue,” he cooed, propping himself up on an elbow, drizzling water into his own mouth from above by way of demonstration.

He poured nearly the whole bottle into her mouth, over her tongue, down her chin and heaving tits, he poured the rest into her hair and down her back.

“Now that’s how I like to spend an evening,” he chortled, tossing the bottle aside before picking her up in his arms carrying her off of the soaked bed.

When he was standing beside the bed, with Tifa curled up and cooling off in his arms, Corneo hit some hidden button with his foot and the apparently rubber-lined, fitted sheet sprang up on one side of the bed, being sucked into the bedframe on the other. Metal clips slid along copper rods at the head and foot of the bed, retrieving a fresh set of sheets and comforter from some unseen cache under the bed.

The metal claws carried the sheet all the way out of sight under the bed, then Corneo laid Tifa gently back in the clean, dry sheets, wrapping her in his arms as they both took their time regaining their breath. He was tired, almost ready for sleep, but Corneo had ridden enough of his past lovers off a cliff to appreciate the practical value of aftercare.

*-*-*

Tseng’s heart ached as Aerith earnestly begged him to somehow protect her—to get her away from Hojo and his devilish machinations for the last living ancient. Deep down, Tseng wished for Aerith to be free—it pained him to watch her experimented on and taken advantage of. He’d often dreamed of an alternate future where he and Aerith could really, truly be together—make emerald eyed children and not have to spend their lives looking over their shoulders. He dreamed of that future so often that even hearing her ask to be a part of it—there was no way.

“Shhh,” Tseng whispered gently against her neck raising his fingertips to her ruby lips gently, “not now…”

It was a whisper that promised there was more to say on the subject—a hollow promise if ever there was one. But, perhaps he could catch Hojo off guard, swindle the whole company… he’d need to lay some groundwork.

Tseng was almost detached from the business of having Aerith slowly writhing in his lap, fucking him both tenderly and desperately—her pussy clinging to his cock like her life depended on it, which it may in fact have.

Tseng reached back, gently plucking a single strand of his long black hair. He tied it tightly around her pinky and made a tight knot.

“Wear this. Wear this so that I will always know you as yourself. Let it remind you that you are yourself. You’re not some blob of flesh to be measured, injected, tested and replicated—you’re the bright-eyed flower girl from sector six. The girl who visits the church even though the faiths have been lost. Not the last living ancient, but the first and only you. If you can do that, I’ll find a way.” Tseng promised, his mind still turning behind his dark eyes. He’d need help.

“Just let yourself go, for now. Lean into the pleasures that come from this life. Learn to hide your heart,” Tseng muttered, kissing her collarbones gently while squeezing her firm ass in his lap, moving her body faster on his cock, “give yourself to me, then maybe I can give you yourself back.”

Faster and faster, now her hips were moving in his lap like she was riding a galloping horse.

“Yes, yes, oh fuck, Aerith,” he sighed her name, pushing his forehead against her chest, tears welled at the corners of his eyes, feeling shame for being so helpless, “forgive me!”

Tseng had no desire to draw out this tortured coupling with his ward and secret crush. He wanted her, but not like this. He came with a shudder, spurting his cum deep inside of her—his first act of rebellion.

*-*-*

Houndstooth actually gave a yip when Jessie’s lithe body collapsed underneath him and he almost tumbled forward and off of her in a somersault, had he not been able to place a hand on the small of Leslie’s back to steady himself. For his part, Leslie had actually been losing himself to the pleasure of having his cock stroked and his ass licked by Jessie’s smooth, pink tongue when all of her attention dropped away at once and he was abrupted by a sweaty man-hand on his back.

Leslie just held his flat palms out in disbelief, like his waiter had dropped his dinner into his lap.

Despite his instincts, he leaned forward with Houndstooth behind him. He looked down at Jessie, raising a quizzical and slightly judgmental eyebrow as she beckoned him for more.

“Pretty pathetic, don’t you think?” Leslie sighed, actually enjoying her struggle to eat his ass in ways he hadn’t foreseen, “give it a rest already, Bronty. We named you after a fabric pattern—you take this shit way too far.”

“You’re an asshole!” Bronty snapped, not liking having his real name used, “luckily for you two ass-wipes, it’s time to knot her anyway.”

Somehow managing to seem triumphant, Houndstooth kicked his other leg over Jessie’s body and turned his back to them both, with his cock still buried inside of her, rotating and shifting orientations. He spread out his arms and legs, rutting like a dog stuck inside its partner as he rocked his hips back and forth. But despite the twisting and churning of Houndstooth’s cock, the pressure on Jessie’s arms was relieved and Leslie reached back to pull her back up by her ponytail, delivering her face back to his ass.

“Now you can get back to work. Make your folks proud now…”

Kotch smiled triumphantly as Kyrie dissolved into a trembling, screaming mess as he finished cumming inside her. He pulled his cock out slowly, letting his jizz dribble and spill out of her gaping pussy hole—only gently used before tonight. Kotch tagged Switchblade in, who’s cock was even slightly larger than Kotch’s. Switchblade grasped Kyrie by her throat, choking off any further praise for his predecessor while he smashed her guts with fresh gusto.

Kotch watched the scene around him, smiling as he lit up a cigarette. When the flame got long enough, he flicked the dense, little crumb of grey ash onto Kyrie’s stomach where it stuck and slowly smeared in her sweat.

Some other guy, the gang knew him as Codebreak, apparently enjoyed watching so much that he didn’t feel the need to fuck either of these new whores. He just moved over to the rolled-up mattress and dumped jet after jet of hot cum across her face, pooling in the back of her mouth.

“Shit that looks good on you,” Codebreak smiled as another ash bundle hissed, joining the jizz on her chin.

 

[Emstar202]

Tifa basked in the Don’s praises as she gyrated on his massive cock. The drugs had converted all pain to pleasure, so his powerful thrusts deep inside her had her moaning out his name. Tomorrow she would ache, but tonight she was a mindless fucktoy, rejoicing in each powerful thrust Don Cornero gave her. She’d never fucked for this long in her life. Her knees shook but Don held her steady. For an overweight, stubby man he was surprisingly strong.

“Ohhh… thank you, Daddy! Thank you!” She cried in delight as he praised her. She was relieved she was able to please him. He palmed her breasts and teased her nipples with his gaudy rings. Short, stubby fingers tugged at her hardened nipples while wet, disgusting lips peppered her back with kisses.

Tifa loved every moment of it. She loved his huge monster cock pulsing inside her, loved the harsh treatment of his hands upon her breasts and his big belly pushing against her back,his wet lips slurping up her sweat. It was disgusting. He was grotesque, but as the drugs pumped in her veins and the Don’s cock pumped in her pussy, she found him to be the ideal lover. His treatment of her body made her want to worship him like a God.

He spoke of his upcoming limit break, Ahegao Dragon something - she couldn’t be sure; all she saw were stars as he suddenly lifted her and slammed her into the mattress with impressive force. “Ahhhh!” Tifa cried out but the sound was muffled by the mattress. It felt so, so good. She never thought she’d like to be treated so roughly in the bedroom, but here she was whoring herself out to the Pimp of the Slums, and enjoying every moment of it. “You’re so deep!” she screeched as he plunged his cock into her wet depths over and over again, pushing her further into the mattress each time.

Then suddenly the full weight of Don Cornero fell upon her as he announced his release. His monster cock pulsed inside her tight, dripping pussy, and then he was cumming, spilling jet after jet of thick, viscous semen into her. Tifa screamed in response, the sheer pleasure and raw, primal passion she felt as he filled up her quivering cunt was enough to send her spiraling towards the edge once again.

Tifa was certainly not in her right state of mind, but even so she could tell this was not normal. He just kept cumming! Spilling his hot, thick semen deep inside her for what seemed like minutes. He held her captive against the mattress as his huge cock pulsed inside of her. Tifa ground her ass against him, seeking her own release. She found it easily enough, the pulsing of his cock within her tightening pussy so erotic and so prolonged she lost herself once more. As her pussy renewed it’s clenching around his cock she moaned loudly into the mattess, so loudly that not even being stifled by the mattress did much to dampen the sound of her erotic moan as she found the ultimate pleasure with Don Corneo. Her pussy clenched around him again and again and again, over and over, as his cock twitched inside of her sopping cunt again and again. Their mutual orgasm served to prolong the other’s, and Tifa wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but eventually Don rolled off her and onto his back, freeing her from his sweaty body. Now that the plug was pulled, his cum and her own juices began leaking out of her sopping hole. The force was great - it was a lot of cum. “How is this possible?” she muttered to herself as Don grabbed them some water.

For a brief moment in post-sex clarity she was distubred by the side of his rotund body covered in water, like some sort of overfed farm animal, but then he flicked some water at her and she realized it didn’t really matter all that much - especially if he could draw out such wild pleasure inside her.

He ordered her to crawl over to him and Tifa had learned enough tonight about Don Corneo to do as she was told. “Thank you, Daddy,” she gasped as he spilled water into her mouth. It was messy, and she really would have preferred not to get her hair all wet, but she knew better than to complain, and it did feel refreshing.

He gathered her in his arms and she was only vaguely aware of the sheet change as exhaustion tugged at her eyelids. It had been a wild night - she couldn’t exactly remember how it started, but she was glad where it ended up… right? He placed her on the bed again and cuddled her like a lover, holding her protectively in his large, hairy arms. She fell into his arms naturally, resting her head on his chest.

“I’m so exhausted,” she yawned. “You’re really something else.” She chanced a smile at him then gently rubbed his huge cockhead affectionately. “That was amazing.”

***

“Mmm…” Aerirth groaned into Tseng’s mouth in mild protest when he told her not now, don’t speak of escape now. Then when was the time? When was the right time to advocate for herself as a human? But she wasn’t a human, no matter how much she looked like one. She was an Ancient, an original inhabitant of the Planet, something to be treasured, but her race felt like a curse. It had never been a blessing.

Her tears dried on her face as she felt a strange numbness overtake her, threatening to consume her. Not even Tseng could save her. She had no one. The Turks, who had claimed to be her protectors, had always been and always would be nothing more than watchdogs for Shinra. They didn’t think of her as a human. They--

Tseng brought her back to him by tying a strand of his silky, black hair around her finger. What he said next made her heart break - it was almost worse than Reno calling her a whore and Rude calling her a broken doll, because it gave her hope, and hope was a dangerous thing for a woman like her to have.

“Tseng…” Aerith whimpered in response. Pleasure and a deep, deep sadness were blending together in the most sinful cacophony. He told her she was a bright eyed flower girl, not some grotesque science experiment. His words were so tender, so kind. Aerith tried to stifle her tears but couldn’t. She ended up burrowing her face into his neck again, crying softly. He was giving her up with the promise he would save her one day. It wasn’t good enough, but it was all she had now to hold onto. She had no choice but to believe him.

He told her to let go, to lean into the pleasure and hide her heart. Aerith sniffled softly but his soothing kisses and gentle words were enough to dry her tears. He started moving her a little faster on his cock, but it was still a slow, intentional love making. Aerith did her best to get lost in it. What else was there to do? “Okay,” she agreed, deciding to enjoy this. She met Tseng’s dark eyes with her own bright green eyes. She kissed him passionately for a while before the rising pleasure became too much and she had to break her lips from his to moan out her pleasure.

“Ohh--” she moaned softly as a familiar sensation began to build up in her belly; Tseng’s cock felt so good inside her. She ground her hips into him, putting pressure against her clit as she took him deeper inside. She moaned louder and tightened her grip on his shoulders. Their speed increased gradually, building up to a powerful, potent release.

“Oh fuck!” she echoed his cry as she felt him start to cum - felt his big cock start to spurt hot cum into her eager pussy.

He wasn’t pulling out like Reno had. For some reason his lack of control thrilled her. It was so unlike him. “It’s all right. It feels good - it feels so good!” she moaned as her own orgasm finally swept her away in a warm, crashing wave. Her pussy tightened impossibly around his pulsing cock and then squeezed repeatedly around him desperately as she found her own release. “Oh, Tseng!” she gasped out his name.

She grasped his head tightly to her chest, bracing him against her quivering body as they rode out their pleasure together.

***

Jessie actually felt a twinge of embarrassment from the way Leslie was looking at her all judgey like. So she wanted another taste of his ass, so what? He should be singing her praises. It was actually infuriating how attractive he was. He was just her type with his snarky attitude and pretty-boy looks.

She laughed when he insulted Houndstooth. “Knot me? You really do think you’re a dog, huh?” she taunted playfully. Her amusement was short lived however, as Houndstooth quickly repositioned himself over her, flattening her body to the floor with his own as his cock reached even deeper depths. He wasn’t so much thrusting anymore as rocking slowly back and forth, round and round, rotating his thick cock inside her, rutting against her like a wild dog.

It was then Leslie ordered her to get back to work eating his ass and lifted her up swiftly by her ponytail. She yelped in surprise but it was quickly stifled by his asscheeks. Once again he brought up her parents and although she wanted to tell him to go fuck himself she instead murmered, “Don’t worry, I will,” before diving into his asshole like it was an elaborate buffet.

“Mmph,” she moaned softly, the noise making her lips vibrate against him. Houndstooh’s cock still rocked inside her as she began to pleasure Leslie again. She reached around to stroke Leslie’s cock in time with her licks. She experimented with dipping her tongue in the folds of his ass and then running her tongue around the entrance, teasing him.

As Jessie ate Leslie’s ass like her life depended on it, Kyrie was getting stretched out by her second cock of the evening. They’d wasted no time in switching - her cunt had barely finished twitching from her orgasm when Switchblade entered her swiftly. His cock was slightly bigger than Kotch’s. He pounded into her with great ferocity, easily sliding in and out of her wet pussy, further lubricated by Kotch’s cum.

She panicked a bit when Switchblade grabbed her by the throat, cutting off her airflow. She grasped his wrist and squeezed until he released the pressure slightly, enough for her to breathe. He kept pounding away at her. She felt her entire body move with each of his thrusts. She was so high from the pleasure it didn’t even register when Kotch flicked the ash from his cigarette onto her taut stomach. Here she was being used as a cum dumpster and now a human ashtray, and yet Kyrie was experiencing new heights of pleasure. She could already feel a second orgasm building inside her.

Kyrie was unprepared for the onslaught of cum that one of the other men had for her. He silently moved over to her and the first moment she became aware of him was while he was spewing cum all over her bratty face. There was so much of it that it pooled in the back of her open mouth, agape with pleasure. She swallowed as much of it as she could and made a move to wipe the rest of it from her face, but Codebreak shook his head and slapped her. “Don’t you dare wipe it off - we’re going to paint your face with so much cum no one would even recognize you.” Kyrie licked her lips and nodded obediently in response, cheek still stinging from the slap. She glanced around the room and found many men with their cocks out, several approaching. Was it possible there were more men in the room than before? Were they all going to paint her face in cum? Her head spun even as her body sang. Her near virgin cunt squeezed Switchblade’s cock and she moaned rhythmically as she neared orgasm.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Don Corneo grinned and sighed, joining his latest fiancée on the expensive sheets of his massive bed. A subtle shiver crept up and down his spine as her delicate, nimble fingers caressed his flaccid cockhead. He leaned back onto a mountain of pillows, stuffed with the softest Chocobo down. Once he was reclined, he physically instructed TIfa how to appropriately caress him while he slept. First, he gathered his massive, smooth balls and stuffed them down between Tifa’s large, pillowy breasts—squeezing them together to snuggle his nuts in between. After using Tifa’s arm to squeeze her huge breasts around his nutsack, he laid his massive cock across her throat and off of her shoulder, coaxing her to lay her head gently across the shaft of his cock.

“Yes, I think it’s about time for bed,” Corneo chuckled, arranging a lock of hair away from her face and tending to the finer points of how he wanted her to cling to him, nudging his hairy calf between her thighs, “in the morning, I expect to be awakened by a blowjob. The first thing I want to feel when I wake up is your lips around my big cock. Understand?”

Corneo smiled and patted Tifa’s head affectionately before drifting off to sleep almost immediately. He snored faintly, the sound similar to his rotund laugh—though unmistakably distinct.

“HoOoOoOoOoOo…” the gentle rattling of his unconscious body sucking in air, “hiiiii—hi—hi—hi…”

For a moment, Tifa was alone in Corneo’s bedroom—though her body was all wound up in his.

*-*-*

Shinra guards came in to drag Aerith back to the laboratory elevator, her body limp and dripping with cum, her dress still dangling from her slender shoulders.

“I told you not to cum inside her!” Hojo’s dissatisfied voice crackled over the speaker system.

“Take it out of my check,” Tseng huffed, lighting a cigarette as the door slid shut behind Aerith.

She was dragged into the lab by her arms and shoulders, supported on both sides as her toes dragged across the tile floors of the laboratory stasis tubes. Aerith was placed on the floor of one of the tubes. The guards used their utility knives to cut the last shreds of her dress and jacket away from her body, even untethering her hair and taking the white materia with them, still held in the small bit of pink cloth that bound her hair up.

When she was totally naked (except for Tseng’s hair around her finger) the large, glass cylinder descended over her and gave a long hiss as a seal was achieved. The chamber flooded and filled with a clear fluid, slightly thicker than water, in less than a second. Aerith’s nude body was suspended at the center of the chamber, held perfectly weightless by the fluid.

From the top of the tank, a pink, fleshy appendage reached down, spreading itself over Aerith’s mouth and nose. Oxygen was fed into the fleshy mask, just before Aerith would notice her lack of air. A larger tentacle came down to helmet her head and cover her eyes, overlapping the first flesh apparatus.

Several other tentacle-like tubes and syringes attached themselves to Aerith’s body, some taking blood, others injecting drugs, others still syphoning plasma. Eventually, she looked like a science experiment in a beaker—festooned with tubes and wires, tiny feelers creeping in at her ears and nostrils. Were these things trying to reach her brain?

In fact, they were, and Hojo clapped his hands in glee as the glass control panel wrapping around him cycled a series of lights that all turned green.

From this console Hojo could rewrite Aerith’s very personality if he chose to do so—but his intentions were even more sinister than that.

As the tubes coming from her arm syphoned blood and plasma, six other tubes behind her sealed and filled with fluid—though they all appeared empty for now.

Hojo pressed a few other buttons and a mechanical arm, wielding a needle-tipped device, came down to begin tattooing her shoulder. Within moments the number 00 was tattooed on her upper arm with a series of dots.

“Now to build my harem of slutty flowergirls…” Hojo sneered, he had a big erection behind his lab coat and his trademark hunched-forward posture, “soon my pretties, soon.”

Hojo returned to work on the various consoles that only he fully understood.

*-*-*

Switchblade laughed when Codebreak slapped the girl he was fucking, she somehow looked even better with semen streaked across her face. Her plaintive moans only encouraged him to fuck her harder as his hands grasped her perky, naked breasts for support as he threw himself into each thrust. He didn’t choke her again, as he wanted to avoid touching another man’s cum—but his grip on her young breasts mimicked a strangle-hold.

Leslie was moaning and sighing himself, admittedly impressed by Jessie’s dedication to giving him a rimjob while jerking him off on the other side. It felt so good, he couldn’t help himself from reaching back to grab the back of her head as she feasted on his asshole.

Houndstooth, fully drained of his cum, crawled forward, keeping his cock at a severe angle inside of Jessie, even as it slipped out of her. Houndstooth didn’t give Jessie another thought as he started getting ready for bed.

By the time Switchblade was leaning back, spraying his thick cum into Kyrie, another of the Don’s gang was jizzing onto her face. More and more gathered around to do so until she was completely coated, as if she’d been laminated in the semen of strangers.

“Good cum dump,” Switchblade sighed, slapping her thigh appreciatively.

Leslie, feeling his own limit approaching, turned around suddenly and sprayed his load into Jessie’s open mouth.

“Fuck… you really are something,” he sighed, stroking her hair affectionately, even as someone else came over to also coat her face.

Some time later, everyone was drained of their cum, the girls were glazed and everyone was either passed out of on their way to passing out. They all slept like that, in a mound of flesh across too few mattresses. They stayed this way until morning.

*-*-*

“What do you want?” Cloud shook away tears, even as the photos of Tifa continued to scroll across the massive screen behind him.

“Just come quietly,” the Shinra soldier sighed, making an arc with his stun baton, “don’t make us kick your ass.”

Reluctantly, Cloud followed, leaving his Buster sword behind and being led through sliding glass doors into the laboratory wing. He was stripped and thrown into a stasis tube which quickly filled up. His body was swallowed in total by the pink and red, fleshy growth that rose up from the bottom of the tank.

After that, he saw only darkness…

 

[Emstar202]

Tifa let Don Corneo push her further down on the bed so she was cradling his balls between her massive tits. His flaccid cock, still far larger than that of a typical man’s erect cock, rested against her throat and shoulder. She used his cock as a pillow, gingerly laying her head upon the shaft of his cock. She sighed comfortably, genuinely enjoying snuggling up with her betrothed’s cock like a favorite pillow.

She was surprised by how much he liked cuddling, and somehow she found being in the cradle of his arms comforting. Their legs intertwined, Don Corneo gave Tifa one last instruction before drifting off to sleep. He wanted her to wake him with a blowjob. Easy enough, she thought, provided she woke up before him.

“Of course, Daddy,” she agreed, smiling warmly. “I don’t want to disappoint you. Do you have an alarm or…?” but Corneo was already fast asleep. His snores were reminiscent of his bizarre laugh. She was nervous he would wake up before her, but she also knew it would be stupid to try and stay awake all night, so she strategically placed her lips at the tip of his cock, so she would be ready.

After the Don fell asleep, Tifa lay in silence save for his comical snoring. She outstretched her hand up across his round belly, holding him closer. She noticed the ring he’d given her earlier still glistened on her finger. She tugged at it briefly, but just touching it earned her a searing burn and she had to grind her teeth together to keep from yelping. That’s right, he’d told her trying to remove the ring would only cause her pain. Scolding herself for forgetting, and too tired from the multiple orgasms Don Corneo had given her to pay any more attention to the ring on her finger, she finally closed her eyes.

As she drifted off to sleep with her fiance’s limp cockhead resting against her lips, she tried to reflect on how exactly she’d found herself in this situation, but her mind came up blank. Figuring she’d worry about it in the morning, Tifa yawned and drifted into a restless, uneasy sleep, never quite reaching a deep slumber as she was too worried about waking Don up in the morning in his requested way to truly relax.

Periodically throughout the night Tifa would wake up in a panic, but couldn’t remember her dreams. They felt more like nightmares - a mishmash of shadowy figures and a man with an oversized sword and spiky hair, but the images quickly faded when she’d wake up.

When Tifa awoke again, she had no idea what time it was. She had no clue if it had been mere minutes or hours. Don Corneo was still snoring away. Although the room was pitch black for lack of windows, she figured it would be better to wake him now rather than disappoint him if she fell back asleep and he woke up before her. Tifa licked her lips to wet them, then licked the tip of her fiance’s cockhead gently. She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the tip. Her large breasts brushed against his balls as she bobbed her head, slowly experimenting with how much of his cock she could take without him guiding her.
Don Corneo kept snoring loudly, so she moved a hand to the bottom of his shaft and stroked, keeping time with the bobs of her head. Sucking the Don off was a great effort; every time she thought his cock had reached its max size, it seemed to grow a few more inches, the cockhead alone spread her mouth impossibly wide. There was definitely something almost… supernatural about his cock. Even if he didn’t wake up soon, Tifa thought it was good to get in some practice, especially with how roughly he’d treated her throat last night.

***

“Just a little more time, please,” Aerith begged as she was abruptly lifted off Tseng and pulled upright between two Shinra guards. Of course they didn’t listen and silently dragged her out the door like a ragdoll. She gave Tseng, Rude, and Reno one last pleading look as the door slid shut behind her. She never thought she’d be so sad to part with the Turks.

She fought weakly as they dragged her down the hallway and into Hojo’s lab. Numerous status chambers, or, rather, human test tubes, were spread across the vast laboratory. The guards unceremoniously yanked her into the base of one. It was then she finally spotted Hojo, the mad scientist behind the Shinra Corporation, the reason for her torment, staring at her from behind thick glass. She spit in his direction as the guards cut the last of her clothes away, leaving her naked, scared, and cold. She fell to her knees and sobbed, but her despair morphed into rage when they stole her materia - her only materia - the white materia her mother had entrusted to her before she died. Without her signature pink ribbon, her wavy hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her pretty young face and expressive emerald eyes alight with rage.

“No!” she shrieked with as much energy as she could muster. “Please, give that back. It’s all I have left of my mother…” Her words fell on deaf ears as the guards turned and left her alone in the human test tube, locking it tightly behind them. Fully naked, stripped of everything now beside the single strand of Tseng’s hair he’d wrapped around her finger, Aerith stumbled back to her feet and started banging on the unyielding glass that had just descended around her, sealing her in tight. It was no use to struggle. There was no escape.

All of a sudden, a clear fluid filled the chamber, causing her to float within it. Just as she feared she’d lose her breath, a strange, organic like appendage stretched down from the top of the tank and clamped over her nose and mouth. Aerith breathed in the oxygen deeply. The last thing she saw was Hojo’s disgusting greasy face alight with perverse glee as another bizarre tentacle descended and covered her eyes, leaving her in complete darkness.

Aerith whimpered, terrified, as strange sounds filled the tube and she felt a variety of pointy, cold instruments poking and prodding at her naked body. It hurt more to struggle, so she settled into place, silently crying as the tubes extracted and inserted and violated her. It felt like her very soul was being siphoned, her very mind being invaded.

Rude had been right - this was far worse than anything the turks had ever done to her. She longed to be back in that tiny room; longed to have Reno cover her face in cum while she got fucked in the ass by Rude from behind as she ground her pussy onto Tseng’s cock. At least they were human - this felt far more invasive; an array of mysterious scientific instruments pricking and prodding at her skin, drawing blood, inserting drugs, invading her brain. The shock and pain of it all became too much and soon Aerith passed out. She welcomed the black abyss as the experiment continued.

***

Kyrie kept moaning like a wanton whore as Switchblade fucked her. He’d removed his hand from her throat and now squeezed her breasts in a chokehold instead. It hurt but it also felt so good. Kyrie’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and her hips shot upwards to meet his as she felt another orgasm overtake her. At the same time, Switchblade reached his peak and came inside her. She welcomed it this time - Kotch had already cum inside her anyway, might as well make it two. Any fears or pregnancy and disease were wiped from her mind by drugs and pleasure. She liked the feeling of the warm cum shooting off inside her, filling her up.

When her orgasm finally released it’s hold on her, Kyrie opened her eyes - only to be blinded by a torrent of thick, creamy cum from one of the other men who’d been enjoying the show. “Ah!” she yelped in surprise. It seemed a lot of Coreno’s men were reaching their limits now, shoving one another out of the way to gain access to her pouty, young, pretty face. She took the next load on the chin, some on her flushed cheeks, a few on her modest breasts, but most of the men insisted dumping their loads into her mouth. Kyrie swallowed all their cum willingly, even the loads that were more sour and made her want to gag. She did gag a little bit, but managed to swallow every last bit of the salty semen at the men’s coaxing. She rejoiced in the pleasured grunts and moans of the men as they used her body for their own pleasure.

Not far from Kyrie, Jessie was too focused on Leslie to notice the other men turning Kyrie’s face and torso into a cum-covered canvas. Jessie could tell Leslie was getting close by the pitch of his sexy moans and sighs. She felt his thighs squeeze around her head and his hand tangle in her hair; felt his godly cock pulse in her hand as she stroked him. She was so intent on getting Leslie off that the harsh angle of Houndstooth’s cock didn’t even register. So invested was she at the task at hand, it came as a genuine surprise when Leslie turned around and sprayed his load into her open mouth. “Mmm,” she moaned. Like his cock, even his cum was godly. It tasted pleasant, a little tangy maybe but overall sweet. Was this guy on an all pineapple diet or something? “Give me more,” she demanded after swallowing his load. She pawed at his ass, dragging him close so his cock slapped her in the face. She laughed triumphantly and wiggled her ass in response to his compliment, rejoicing in the tender touch of his hand stroking her hair, most of which had fallen from her high ponytail.

“Thanks! I think I made my parents proud, wouldn’t you agree?” she asked, winking playfully.
After Leslie was done filling her mouth with cum, the other men deemed it acceptable to coat her pretty face as well, but Jessie refused to swallow any of their cum, not wanting to spoil the taste of Leslie on her tongue and in the back of her throat.

After several more minutes, both girls were absolutely covered in cum. Kyrie seemed to have gotten the worst of it. It even tangled in her light brown hair, pulling the strands together in sticky clumps. Despite the sheen of sweat and sticky cum that coated their bodies, Jessie and Kyrie found sleep easily enough. Kyrie snuggled up to Kotch - she had a misplaced affection for the first man to fuck her - and Jessie had insisted on using Leslie as a pillow to remain as close to his delicious cock as possible. The other men filled in the spaces between, so the girls lay within a tangled heap of limbs and naked flesh.

In the morning, their training would begin, but tonight, the girls enjoyed some blissfully ignorant sleep.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Madame M shielded her nose with her folded fan as she entered the room where Corneo kept his subordinates. Her lip curled back from her teeth as the smell of dried cum and female ejaculate offended her sensibilities. With a flourish, she unfolded her fan and delicately wafted the smell away from her face.

“Wakie wakie—my little honey bees. It’s time to get up and get clean—you all stink like a teenager’s jerk-off sock,” Madame M called to Kyrie and Jessie, swatting each of their bare asses were her fan, “come come—follow me. The Don takes sanitation very seriously—Up, up, up! Can’t disappoint the kingpin of the slums.”

Madame M did her best not to disturb any of the men in her excursion to rouse the new girls.

“Follow me—don’t mind your old clothes. Your new outfits will be provided for you,” Madame M cautioned the girls, fanning the air around her as she walked the girls out of the main house to the plaza in front of Corneo Mansion. Corneo’s commitment to traditional styling extended to his choice of bathrooms. At the sides of the plaza, two traditional-styled “onsen” baths were separated into men’s and women’s baths.

Madame M led Jessie and Kyrie to the women’s bath, where wooden slats made up the floor of a staging area for the girls to rinse and wash themselves before getting into the stone lined hot-spring bath. Ever the perfectionist, Madame M filled a plastic bucket with hot water, dumping it over Kyrie’s head just as she began to lather herself. This process was repeated over the top of Jessie’s head.

“There we go—a couple of young beauties live under all that stinky cum. Yes, get down in the nooks and crannies… You’re both going to be working tonight,” Madame M handed off the bucket to Jessie, to let her finish bathing herself while the Madame retrieved a small, glass bottle of jasmine scented soap—which she poured over each girl’s head in turn, “there we are. A clean whore is a profitable whore…”

A long sweep of the fan wafted the revised smell of the two girls into Madame M’s face, she smiled in apparent satisfaction at the scent, leaving them to finish scrubbing themselves on their own. She tossed some tea leaves and some dried elderberries into the steaming hot-spring before slipping out of her traditional wooden sandals and delicately tracing her toes through the hot water.

“Take a moment, luxuriate, contemplate on how far you’ve come,” Madame M smiled at the girls, letting her elaborate yukata slip down her cream-colored shoulder as she trailed her delicate feet through the water, “you’re Corneo’s girls now. From the look of you both this morning, you’ve certainly earned it.”

*-*-*

The fluid drained almost instantaneously from the chamber which held Aerith 00. The fleshy tentacles withdrew from her body and face with a wet sucking sound before lowering her onto the grated floor of the glass chamber. Aside from the pixelated double-zero tattoo that now adorned her shoulder, there was no noticeable change… at least not immediately noticeable.

Hojo, confident that his little guinea pig was much too spent to oppose him—from having her DNA essentially deconstructed and then reconstructed again, made his way into the chamber as the glass cylinder raised up, exposing the naked test subject.

“How do you feel, my dear? Refreshed, I hope—though I wouldn’t blame you for feeling exhausted…” Hojo sneered, picking Aerith 00 up onto her feet, “but we’ve still got work to do.”

Hojo led Aerith 00 over to a metallic showerhead where he rinsed her body of any remaining goop from the chamber or her interaction with the tentacles. He sprayed her face for a long moment to try and raise her alertness before delicately washing her hair and body through latex gloves.

“You’re a very important specimen, Double Zero. You have the original genetics of the Ancients—which is why you need to procreate… But how to breed you without diluting your very special genes—it’s a question that bothered me for some time. Until, that is, I discovered a compatible vessel right under our collective noses…”

The base of the chamber hissed as it raised itself up, through what seemed to be the ceiling of the experimentation chamber. Hojo watched their mutual ascent with a twisted smile of bizzare satisfaction as they rose into the floor of a much larger, dimly lit, glass room.

“Aerith Double-Zero, meet Aerith Code: Jenova!”

At the other end of the chamber, the shadows seemed to writhe against the glass. Then, from the shadows—long, wet, multicolored tentacles shot forward and grasped Aerith’s wrists and ankles tugging her across the floor. From the shadows, a clone emerged, like Aerith, but her hair was white and her skin grey. Below her perky breasts, her stomach folded and writhed into an octopus like mass of seeping sinew and grinding coils.

“Auh… auh… Huuuhhh…” the monstrosity moaned, “Kuh—kuh… kill mee…”

The monstrosity continued moaning as its long black tongue encircled her slender throat tightly. A pulsing, bumpy, purple phallus emerged from the nest of tentacles, slipping wetly between Aerith 00’s thighs.

“Kuh-Kuh--… uhhhh- Kill Me…”

*-*-*

Good morning, Zero One, the voice of Aerith’s mother gently filled 01’s cloning pod, a screen flickered to life before her green eyes, are you ready to go sell your flowers?

The screen blossomed with Georgia O’Keefe styled flowers unfolding and broadening to become a pussy, it was her pussy. She was meant to sell it. The screen moved to a brightly lit nightclub, neon and glittering. Gil was falling from the sky and Aerith was wailing with absolute bliss.

The screen detailed Aerith selling her flower to homeless men in back alleys, to Shinra business men in sharp suits, to a pudgy man with tattoos and dozens of others.

Don’t you want to sell your flowers? the familiar voice cooed, you’re a flower girl. It’s what you were always meant to do…

The hiss of the chamber opening coincided with the sudden injection of a near lethal dose of the prime aphrodisiac ingredient in Yellow Jackets. This more concentrated—weaponized form, as well as the feminine vessel who would bring it, were both crafted specifically as Don Corneo had requested—since his was the information tip that made these advances possible.

Go… find Daddy. Sell your flowers!

Good morning, Zero Two…

*-*-*

Don Corneo woke with a sigh, feeling the delicate lips of his new bride wrapped around his big, hardening cock. She really was a good one. It was almost a shame what he had to do to her—though it wouldn’t hinder his enjoyment in the slightest. He groaned as she struggled to take more and more of him into her mouth.

He placed his large hand on the back of her head, but it was just a passenger there—a mark of his approval as he continued to let her set her own pace.

Corneo raised his big, hairy legs up around Tifa’s head, urging her to explore more of him while still not pushing or pulling with his hand. He wanted her mouth to be where she wanted it to be.

“Ohhhh hi-hi-hi! That’s such a good little whore. Make Daddy cum and I’ll take your ring off in favor of something better.”

 

[Emstar303]

“Mmm, five more minutes, grandma…” Kyrie groaned at Madam M's intrusion. She tried to open her eyes but they felt extra crusty this morning. She rubbed them sleepily and yawned. She was exhausted. Man, what had happened last night? A brief spank to her ass roused her at last and she opened her eyes. Kyrie and Jessie were sprawled out on the floor in a pool of semen, their limbs entangled with a gang of the Don's men.

Oh. So that hadn’t been a horrible, wonderful dream...

Jessie woke easier than Kyrie, always a little on edge, being part of an environmental terrorist group and all. Despite her carefree demeanor, some anxiety always brewed beneath the surface.

The pair of young women followed Madam M out of the spunk-smelling room and towards the extravagant traditional bathhouses, happy to get clean. The baths were so peaceful. The water twinkled in the hazy morning sun. Madam M dumped water over their heads and doused them in fragrant soaps. They basked in the warm water and soapy bubbles, letting the soothing water wash last night’s sins away.

Madam M told them they’d be working tonight, that they were “Corneo’s girls” now. Jessie thought being rejected by the Don last night meant the end of her WalL Market jaunt, but evidently there were more surprises to come. Don Corneo had already chosen Tifa as his bride, so that could only mean…

“Working? At the Honey Bee Inn?” Jessie asked, incredulous. She took the bucket from Madam M and rinsed the soap from her skin. The smell of the jasmine was making her feel somewhat calmer, despite the crazy situation she suddenly found herself in. Apparently, it did not have the same effect on Kyrie.

“WHAT?” The young woman’s eyes went wide. “Whoa, whoa, whoa - I don’t remember agreeing to this. I’m a thief, not a prostitute!”

“I have to agree with Kyrie, for once,” Jessie quipped. “I mean, last night was fun and all, but making a whole life of it? I have other stuff going on… I think…” she hummed and leaned back in the water, ran her fingers through the soap in her hair and scrubbed her scalp, as if the action would help clear the hazy fog she was under. It wasn’t just the springs - both woman still had their engagement rings on, which kept them in a minor state of confusion.

"What am I gonna do if I have to fuck an old, ugly guy?!” Kyrie wailed suddenly, scrubbing her skin so hard she squashed some of the nearby elderberries.

***

Tifa’s gentle but persistent sucking eventually roused the Don. She felt his hand on the back of her head, but he didn’t push like last night. He rewarded her with a gentle but firm touch. Encouraging, but not pressing.

When he said he’d take her ring off in favor of something better, Tifa renewed her efforts around his cock, no longer moving at a languid pace. Hopefully the Don would just think she was eager to please him and not eager to remove the engagement ring.

Tifa dragged her lips and tongue up and down his dick, sucking sweetly, swallowing periodically when the head of his bulbous cock would breach the back of her throat. It was still hard to manage him, but she was getting better at it. She was grateful he was letting her set the peace. Tifa moved her mouth up and down, only choking slightly with each downward plunge. She tried to take more of him, encouraged by his bizarre little outbursts and husky moans. Tifa felt a slickness growing between her legs in response to giving him pleasure.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, both in her own growing desire and so he could feel the vibrations in her throat when she deepthroated him.

***

“Get off me…” Aeirth protested weakly as she awoke to Hojo pulling her to her feet. Despite her words, she knew it wasn’t worth fighting him even though he’d let her out of the tube. She was too weak to fight and even if she could somehow best Hojo and get out of this room, there was no avoiding the army of Shinra guards awaiting outside.

She followed the mad scientist over to a showerhead so he could rinse the mysterious goop off her skin. He'd already watched her get fucked by three different men and stabbed her naked body with all manner of medical needles - there was no point in hiding her body from him. Aerith didn't know what had been done to her - she could only speculate. She recoiled when Hojo sprayed her directly in the face with water, but was happy to be clean of the goop. The water felt refreshing.

Aerith listened with a disgusted look on her face as Hojo spoke of his plans for her. Dilute her genes? What was he talking about? She was so tired of being treated like a specimen by Shinra! Being the last of one’s race was a burden. She wished she could be normal. She’d been able to pretend for a while, but it seemed her time was finally up.

The chamber began to rise while Aerith’s stared at Hojo with a hateful glare. He merely smiled at her with that sick, twisted smile of his, bursting with glee of what was to come. Tragically, the fate Hojo had in store for her was much worse than what her mind had conjured up.

She shrieked as two, long, fleshy, black tentacles shot out from the darkness surrounding them on the upper floor and wrapped around her wrist and ankles, locking her in place.

“What is this? No!! Please, no. Why…” She trembled in fear and revulsion as the rest of the creature's body approached. The lifeform was an abomination of the living. With horror, as the creature emerged from the shadows, Aerith realized that the abomination of life was a replica of her very self. It shared her face and perky breasts, but everything else was wrong. It had ashen skin and vibrant, white hair, a mass of grotesque, curled and coiled tentacle-like limbs protroducing from its stomach and other places.

Aerith began to hyperventilate as the creature drew ever closer. In her dread and horror, time seemed to slow down. She seemed to see herself from above as the creature approached her. It was the most disturbing living thing she’d ever seen, made worse by the fact it had been created from her.

Her cheeks quickly drenched in tears as the atrocity licked her neck with it’s long, wet tongue. Aerith whimpered in disgust. She wished she could pass out again. She wished she was dead.

The creature wanted out as well. It begged her to kill it even as it’s hard, monster clone cock pressed between her thighs. “I want to! Oh, how I’d love to kill you!” she cried. She struggled to draw her legs together, trying to force Aerith Code: Jenova off of her, but the creature’s grasp was too strong. She kept writhing and wriggling in the monstrosity’s grasp, but there was no getting out - it held her firm. Aerith was incoherent in her pleas and cries as the creature pressed it’s odd, uneven phallus between her legs.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Madam M gasped out loud, opening her fan with a dramatic flourish, holding it open just below her mouth, still agape in exaggerated shock.

“A thief? Oh my, are you saying that you auditioned to be Corneo’s bride with… ulterior motives? Oh dear…” Madam M began to fan herself, laying the back of her hand against her forehead as if the shock might cause her to faint, “if a thief were caught trying to case Corneo’s mansion—oh dear, you would suffer in ways I blush to imagine—and a female thief? Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. They would probably start with your finger and toenails… working inward from there until you were nothing but a torso and a pretty face—but even that would just be the beginning.

“They would use you as an executive cum toilet, until all your holes became loose and flabby—then they’d pass you around the crowd at arena shows, letting the spectators take turns dumping their jizz inside you. When you were too wrecked for that, they’d make you a sideshow attraction in some filthy alleyway—the Terrifying Prolapse Puppet—or something equally graphic and disturbing… oh dear.”

Madam M continued fanning herself, even as her eyes narrowed and became deathly serious, looking down at Kyrie.

“Unless you misspoke, and you’re not a thief at all. In which case, I’m sure you’ll be delighted to start earning money as a Honeybee to pay down your debt—oh, did I forget to mention your bill? Silly me—” Madam M slapped her fan shut and gently tapped the closed fan against her forehead.

From the sleeves of her traditional yukata, Madam M produced two sheets of paper, unfolding them in the view of both girls as they luxuriated in the bath. The bills included items like: “Overnight Mansion Stay…45,000 G.” “Yellow Jackets x5… 25,000 G.” “Private Counseling Session With Corneo Sama… 100,000 G.” and “Morning Onsen Spa Experience… 65,000 G.”

“Each of you owes about 400 thousand Gil to Corneo Sama. If you don’t want to work, you’re free to leave after you settle your tabs. Ooor, you could start work tonight—if you’re good you could get back to even in a night or two. Then maybe make a profit—Andrea doesn’t get into or out of bed for less than a million Gil. Wouldn’t that be nice? So you’ll suck a few cocks—a million Gil. What a difference that could make for your pathetic little… motivations… or… goals… or whatever…”

“Ms. Raspberry—I’m surprised at you. A professional performer like yourself ought to be thrilled at the opportunity to grace our world-famous stage. Girls have sacrificed much more than a little piece of ass for the chance to perform for Andrea Rhodea… but I’m sure we can find someone else to seize this life-altering opportunity.”

Madam M was fanning herself again.

“But where are my manners, you’re both probably crashing pretty hard. Would you like a little pick-me-up for breakfast?” Madam M’s hand emerged from her sleeve again, gently holding a yellow jacket pill sideways between each of her fingers, “tongues out.”

*-*-*

“Ooohhh—hi hi hiiiii—oh, ohhhhh!” Corneo moaned as Tifa sent vibrations through his hard cock as she moaned with it in her throat, “that’s good—that’s soo good Honey Beeeee!”

Corneo was getting close, which in his world meant it was time for him to take control. His other hand came down to join his first one on the back of her head. He simultaneously planted his heels in the bed like he was spurring a thoroughbred down the final straightaway. His roundish body easily rocked backward, thrusting his hips up and outward as his powerful hands buried Tifa’s pretty face in amongst his perm-pressed, blonde pubes.

Just as his smooth-as-eggs balls slapped against her chin, he lunged his head upward, rocking his body the other direction and relaxing his grip on her head, letting his cock be pushed back out of the depths of her throat—only to kick his heels into the bed again and rock his body the other way, slapping his balls on her chin again.

Corneo rocked back and forth like this several more times, inadvertently causing Tifa a mild nosebleed. As he began to cum, Corneo held her face down, raising his legs up to cross at the back of her head, keeping her pinned down on his cock as it jerked all the way down her throat, spewing cum directly into her stomach. It jerked and arched several more times before he relaxed his legs and arms, letting her come up at last—unconcerned with if she’d retained consciousness. Few did…

“Yes, that was quite satisfactory,” Corneo grinned, slapping Tifa’s round ass appreciatively, “I suppose it’s time for your engagement gift…”

Still completely naked, Corneo hopped off of the massive bed. He almost skipped over behind the massive, gold dragon headboard. When he emerged again, he was holding something behind his back. He reached down with his other hand, caressing and squeezing Tifa’s breast before moving his gentle grasp down her arm to grip her slender wrist, he raised her hand up to his face, sucking her ring finger into his mouth with his big, wet lips. His teeth gently closed around the ring he’d given her, his teeth settled into custom grooves on the bottom of the ring. The grooves, set exclusively to the Don’s dental signature, audibly disengaged tiny metal hooks that rooted the rings to the finger and allowed the materia to work passively.

With the hooks disengaged, the ring slid easily off of Tifa’s finger and into the Don’s mouth. He smiled at Tifa, who seemed to be sufficiently alert by now, the yellow materia gleaming between his teeth. He spat the ring into the corner of the room.

“Happy nuptuals, beloved,” Corneo grinned, bringing out the Collar of Absolute Submission. The artifact quickly wound itself around Tifa’s neck, the end deftly buckling itself just above her throat. When the buckle laid flat, Corneo attached a heart-shaped padlock through a hole on both sides of the buckle and clicked it shut—the Padlock of the Sex Crazed Bimbo.

The pink materia in the padlock was the most controversial and rare—Bimbo materia was not naturally occurring. It was the lucky accident of a failed attempt at creating a Moogle summoning materia by Shinra scientists. The materia had cracked and rotated during the process, making it a natural heart shape—useless for Shinra’s purposes, but a treasure beyond value for Corneo.

The collar itself was set with triple-joined materia slots—Confusion, Sexual Sensitivity Up and Hyper materia—all linked and combining effects yellow-purple-yellow around her neck.

“Congratulations, my pet. Few get the honor of wearing my most prized possession—which means that now you—are my most prized possession. Aren’t you thrilled? Isn’t that wonderful—Tifa Lockheart of the Seventh Heaven tavern, member of Avalanche!”

There was no use in pretending that he didn’t know who she was anymore, her name was said like an accusation.

“I know why you came here—but now you belong to me! Ho-hi-hi-hi! Isn’t that wonderful, you bubble headed, bartending slut?!?!?”

*-*-*

Aerith Code: Jenova was completely numb to Aerith Double-Zero’s cries and pleas, but Hojo was not—though her crying and screaming had the opposite of the intended effect on the hunched over scientist. His slacks were around his ankles and he was furiously beating off his narrow, pale cock.

What Aerith Code: Jenova was not numb to was the intense rush of pleasure that it felt rubbing its cock-appendage between Double Zero’s legs—in spite of all of it’s flaws, Aerith Code: Jenova was engineered with a deep-seated urge to breed.

Unaware of the idea that Double Zero might have feelings of her own, ACJ thrust as much of its lumpy, sensitive cock organ into the other Aerith as it could with its overlapping sinews of pure muscle. The revelation that this thrusting felt good made ACJ push harder. More… better…

“Go easy now, don’t break her,” Hojo pressed a button on the wall and arcs of blue electricity fired from the wall to ACJ’s back.

After a moment of pained rigidity, ACJ went back to pushing its cock inside, only slightly gentler. The tentacle overlapped on itself, then straightened, shoving her body upward again and again.

“Goooo-ooooh-ohhhhhh-duh—goooooooooood!” ACJ’s moans sounded like whale song.

 

[Emstar303]

Tifa moaned louder as the Don praised her. Her pussy dampened and her hard nipples poked at his ballsack as she sucked his cock, deep throating the head. She was thinking she was just really getting the hang of managing it when Corneo shoved her down on his dick, forcing more of it down her throat. His hands pressed dominantly into the back of her skull as he lunged forward, finally forcing the entirety of his massive cock inside her mouth and down her throat. Tifa was not expecting this, so she hadn't much air left in her lungs. She moaned again, but in a slight panic this time, feeling like she could gag at any moment and puke all over him - that, or pass out. Her vision was blinking out of focus when he finally let up on her head. She got a chance to breath in a sharp breath through her nose before he'd rocked forward, forcing his cock into her throat again. He moved liked this for what felt like eternity. Tifa took small, desperate breaths of air in through her nose between his vicious throat fucking, but it wasn't enough. Somehow, this was even more difficult than last night. Probably because the drugs had worn off.

Finally, when he finally, finally came, Tifa didn't need to swallow because his powerful cum blasts shot all the way down her throat and into her stomach. She went slightly cross eyed as he held her captive in his hold, chubby, short legs wrapped around her neck and shoulders. Tears sprung at the corners of her eyes and drool coated her chin and spilled from her mouth. Don didn't seem to mind one bit, however, as he kept holding on, rocking his hips into her. Tifa may have passed out briefly, because when she came to again the Don was rummaging around behind the headboard. He returned with a surprise.

Her betrothed grasped her breast then took her hand in his own, drawing it to his wet lips. He took her ring finger in his mouth and bite gently. The Don's teeth seemed to the the key, and the engagement ring he'd given her slipped off her finger and into his mouth. The yellow confusion material gleamed within his teeth, mockingly.

Tifa was hit with a flash flood of clarity without the confusion ring. Images of those most important to her and her past life flashed through her brain. Cloud, Barret, Marelene, Jessie, Biggs, Wedge, Avalance... everything that was important to her. It was scary to think that all of that could be forgotten in just one night with the Don of the Slums. Surely someone would be coming to save her soon. Barret had told them this wasn't a good idea and that they should be careful, and since they hadn't returned surely he'd figure something out within the next few days. And Cloud... Cloud had promised to save her; she still relied on that special promise they'd made all those years ago back in Nibelheim. It was true he had fallen, but she knew he was a SOLIDER and she'd seen him fight. He was resilent. She had faith he was still alive. The engagement ring the Don has given had clearly been extremely powerful if it could make her forget about all her loved ones. As the fog finally cleared from her mind, Tifa met the eyes of her antagonistic lover, Don Coreno with genuine rage.

She didn't have time to resist before the necklace like vice clamped around her neck and with it another flood of hazy smog filled her mind. Her new jewelry was extragavant, and it hid 3 types of material within, all experimental, much more severe than a confusion charm. She fought hard against becoming a Corneo-cum-craving slut once more.

Fortunately for her, Coreno prolonged some of her lingering cognition when he mentioned Avalance and her eyes grew wide. She knew it was pointless to pretend she wasn't associated with the terrorist group. It seemed the Don really did know everything that was going on on the underside of Midgar. The colliding emotions of fear, guilt, and dread that she'd experienced so harshly upon regaining her clarity were once again being overtaken with feelings of lust and need. This collar was 10 times stronger than the ring. It hurt her physically to insult him, but she had to, had to knock him down before she fell. "You're lucky you have all this materia," she said. Her voice wavered and she started to sweat as she fought desperatly agains thte collar's influence. She could feel her sanity wavering and needed to speak her mind while she had the chance, no matter the cost. "Does it get you off knowing you need drugs to get women to sleep with you? I'll never truly belong to you."

Despite the venom in her words, her body was reacting to the collar, and she fell to her knees in front of him. Something felt terribly, terribly wrong. This feeling overtaking her was more than confusion. She felt like she was genuinely losing her mind. Despite her insulting words, her pussy ached to be filled by him. She fought not to suck his meaty cock and lick his balls again. She deserved to be punished for what she said.

What was happening to her brain?? Tifa grabbed her skull and wailed, but there was no finding clarity. She was truly and deeply fucked, perhaps even deeper and harder than she'd been last night.

***

"N-no, hahaha, of course not! That's not what I'm saying at all! I would never steal from the Don. I just meant a thief in, in general you know?" Kyrie said, her tone anything but convincing.

The Madame went on to threaten Kyrie, giving her a glimpse into the fate that would befall her if she stole from the Don of the Slums. The graphic nature of her words were in direct contrast to her elegant persona, and both young women were flabbergasted and appalled by the end of her highly descriptive monologue.

"Yeah... I gotta say none of that sounds very pleasant at all. I'll be a good whore, okay? You've convinced me," Kyrie said. Even though she was trying to sound flippant, it was clear she was genuinely scared. Jessie almost felt bad for her.

It was then the Madam brought up the egregious debt they owed, and both girls' eyes went as wide as the Golden Saucer.

"WHAT?" gasped Kyrie

"You've got to be kidding!" Jessie exclaimed. Her hands balled into fists and splashed the water violently. "That's messed up - you're the one who offered us these baths! The guys last night popped those pills in our mouths without us even knowing what the hell was going on! I thought this was a free audition, not extortion. This is bullshit! Private Counseling Session With Corneo?!" Jessie repeated, enraged. "You mean when he dry humped me and Kyrie sucked his foot?" Never mind that she'd liked it. That had been the drugs after all

"Yeah I'm a performer, and it would be pretty cool to perform on stage and work with Andrea Rhodea, but I don't know about this type of performance you want us to give! You know, last night was fun and all, but it was on my own terms," said Jessie, lying to herself. "I don't know about working full time at the Honey Bee in. What exactly does that mean?"

Then Madam M offered them drugs for breakfast. Kyrie held her tongue out, the obedient little bitch still replaying Madam M's description of torture porn in her mind, doing anything to get on Madam M's good side.

"Do we have to pay for these too?" Jessie asked.

***

Aerith tried to fight but it was useless. She was exhausted and restrained by the creature's tentacles. It's grotesque phallus forced it's way in between her thighs and entered her. If it felt like Rude had been tearing her ass apart earlier, this felt like her entire being was being torn in two: her soul, her mind, and her body. She felt utterly broken and knew there would be no going back from this moment. Being forced to fuck not only a monstrosity, but a monstoiuty that manifested from her own genes. It was just too much mentally. It was the ultimate mind break. She wished she had more drugs to get through this.

She screamed in agony as the creature began thrusting into her. It hurt. It's cock was not normal. It's cock seemed to unfold within her and with each deep, penetrating thrust her body rose higher.

"No, no, stop!" she cried. But when she noticed how her tears and wails were affecting the mad scientist, Professor Hojo, she tried her best to quiet down. She did not want him getting any more pleasure from this than he already was, and it was clear her pleas for help were only turning him on and were not getting her anywhere. So she eventually stopped words and just became an incoherent blubbering mess as the creature kept fucking her, tearing her open. She felt and smelt blood begin to trickel down her thighs as the creature showed her no mercy. Hojo even had to tell the creature to be gentler. She was repulsed at the fact he was getting off to this, working his thin, disgusting, greasy cock in his sweaty hands.

Aerith couldn't believe people this horrible actually existed. She knew Shinra was bad; she'd always known they were after her and she knew that Hojo had an obsession with the Promised Land and the Ancients' blood, but she never imagined she would find herself in a situation like this. There was no mercy, nothing. He was treating her solely like a speicemen, and she knew that's what she was to him, but at least the Turks had made her feel like she was worth something, but Hojo just treated her like an empty vessel meant to be used and procreated so they could find the Promised Land. Aerith wasn't even sure if the Promised Land existed in the first place. But she hoped it was.

She closed her eyes and tried to picture the Promised Land. Tried to remember the dreams she'd had of it, and the descriptions her mother had told her. Of course, her mother had not been there either, but there was some long forgotten memories deep within their souls, connected to their ancestors, that made her remember it. It was beautiful, but even with the thoughts of the rolling hills and sparkling waterfalls, there was no escaping from this, nothing to distract her from the ruthless pounding of her Jenova clone.

Nothing could be worse than this. Aerith wished she would just perish. Being defiled by the Turks felt like a distant memory at this point as the horrifying creature fucked her hard. At least it was from behind so she didn't have to see it's horrible ashen face, a perfect replica of her own, an abomination of her very own genes. This was the shit of nightmares but Aerith was wide awake.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

“Ho-oh-oh-ho-ho—Oh no!” Corneo chuckled, as Tifa seemingly went feral for a moment, glaring daggers and cursing him, he held up his hands in front of himself, flinching in a reflexive, pathetic kind of way—he knew she was dangerous, so did Shinra, neither he nor they would have approved this plan if it ever came down to him overpowering her physically.

There was a part of him, deep down, below anything he’d admit or ever willingly portray outwardly that was hurt. He’d almost started to think that she really loved him, that there was one person on the face of the earth that didn’t want something from him—someone he could tell half a truth to…

Still, this was more familiar. Easier in the way that it’s always easier to do the same thing over and over, expecting it to somehow hit different. Corneo knew too well what it took to possess someone against their will—to bend their will by force.

“Such a naughty little slave-wife! And here I thought you really cared,” a panel in the wall clicked and slid open when Corneo pressed on it, there several paddles, canes and crops dangled from pegs in the unpainted drywall. Corneo clutched a riding crop, the little scrap of worn-in leather at the tip shaped like a heart, “I guess it’s time to teach you a little bit about discipline. Overdue—perhaps.”

When Tifa screamed, Corneo knew that the threat of her fists had passed, she was under the control of the artifact. Ready to resume the role of aggressor, Corneo cut the air fiercely, striking the underside of one of Tifa’s bare breasts with the riding crop, leaving behind a red heart-shaped mark on her smooth skin.

<<CRACK!>>

The sound was almost like lightning, but somehow the pain came slowly—like the strike outpaced her body’s readiness to process it.

<<CRACK!>>

This time the crop bit her round ass, right at the center of the cheek. The red mark almost looked like a kiss this time.

<<CRACK!>> <<CRACK!>> <<CRACK!>> <<CRACK!!>>

Each time her body squirmed around the pain of one strike, he’d hit the most vulnerable part of her that became out-thrust by her natural arch from the pain. When he struck her ass, it thrust her pussy mound into a vulnerable place, when he stuck her pussy, she curled up, exposing her back, when he struck the small of her back she thrust her tits out forward, almost daring him to strike her nipple—which he did.

“This could have been a nice day, we could have enjoyed ourselves—but you just sassed yourself out of getting any good cock until after lunch time!”

<<CRACK!>>

“You’ll probably have to convince someone else to fuck you between now and then—otherwise you might really lose your mind. I have no use for a comatose vegetable—so fight hard Slave Chan.”

<<CRACK!>>

“Since you blew your chance at getting fucked this morning, I suppose we might as well get ready. Mouthy, badly behaved girls don’t get to bathe either, but lucky for you, your Pimp Daddy has a soft heart. I even brought your regular clothes for you!”

Corneo emerged from behind the elaborate headboard, now wearing a red and gold kimono and holding up Tifa’s leather skirt, suspenders and tank top on a hanger—it was all there, with the exception of her gloves and boots. Corneo was eccentric, not stupid.

“While you get dressed, I’m going to decide how many vibrators you have to wear inside yourself for the rest of the day…” Corneo had opened a drawer under the bed, he was fishing out small, round, rotary vibrators and some ambitious looking anal plugs, “a naughty slave shouldn’t rest easy.”

*-*-*

“There’s a good girl,” Madam M smiled as she fed Kyrie a couple of capsules, resolving to only charge her for one, “I might just let you work off some of that debt between my luscious thighs if you can keep being such a sweet little whore for Mama. As for you—”

Madam M slapped her fan shut, narrowing intense, challenging eyes at Jessie.

“Nothing that happens in Wall Market is on anyone’s terms but the Don. Had you been selected—of course your stay and your party would have been gratis! Unfortunately for you, you were not chosen—you think going wild on some cocks entitles you to free drugs and a free stay at the most exclusive address in the slums? You ought to be at least a little more grateful than that. You’re free to leave, if you prefer—but your debt goes with you. And without the tremendous economy that Don Corneo has built for himself, those numbers will be much harder to achieve. If we have to come looking for you, our terms won’t be so generous.

“The smarter option is to enjoy your bath, get fitted for your outfit—a gift from the generous Corneo Sama—learn some choreography, shake your ass on the stage and learn the trade. Maybe rub up on some stiff pricks for a little extra—I doubt very much that any of the tricks will want to take you upstairs. In a few weeks, your debt will be all settled and the only question will be how much extra you want to take back with you.”

As if to punctuate her point, she tossed some fresh bundles of dried jasmine and thyme into the hot spring water.

“Think about it. I’ll get some robes ready…” Madam M said at last, heading toward a bamboo slatted cabinet which held fluffy towels and robes.

*-*-*

“Now, now, she’s almost finished,” Hojo tried to reassure Aerith, “then we’ll rest and heal you, give you time to gestate.”

Aerith seemed to be in absolute agony, which only made Hojo’s cock more rigid in his grasp. His breath was coming in staccato bursts. He knew his creation was almost finished because he was almost finished. True to his intuition, the base of ACJ began to churn and bubble, retracting its tentacles and Aerith with it.

The tentacles pulled her down into the body as other tentacles cradled her body against it.

“Kah-“ Aerith Code: Jenova sighed, clearly unaccustomed to feeling pleasure—or anything that wasn’t pain, for that matter, “Kill me…”

Soon the writhing mass of grey and black flesh had absorbed Aerith: 00 waist deep into itself. It was then that the part inside of her started spewing its hot semen inside of her deepest parts. The shudder of climax seemed to each even ACJ’s human eyes as she sighed deeply, her genetic material flooding into her genetic forebearer.

“Ohhhhhhh!” Again, ACJ made a noise like whale song.

“Ohhhhh!” Hojo tried to replicate the sound as he spurted his own climax onto the floor. It looked and sounded pathetic by contrast to his creation.

Slowly, the monstrosity expelled Double-Zero, lowering her gently to the ground before pulling out and away from her body. It tucked itself up in the far corner of the room. It seemed ashamed of itself.

 

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Tifa knelt before Don Corneo, finally fully his to be controlled. The combination materia in the necklace was overwhelmingly strong. She didn't know what type of materia they were exactly, but she felt like she was getting more stupider... All she could focus on was Don's cock. She desperately wanted to suck it again - wanted to feel his cum gushing down her throat. But he was angry with her, so very, very angry. She couldn't remember why, but even a confused, sexually crazed, hyper, bimbo could recognize an angry face.

"Daddy, please! Don't whip me! I'm sorry!" she begged upon seeing the assortment of leather BDSM tools Don kept hidden in the wall. Tifa didn't even recognize what some of them were

"Ahh!" she cried when he whipped her. Her whole body shook and she seemed to collapse in on herself at the force. He hit her breast first, leaving a dark, red, heart-shaped mark underneath.

Then he struck her ass, causing her to double forward in pain. Crack! Crack! CRACK! Again and again, with greater force each time, he punished her. Tifa sobbed and tried to avoid his vicious attacks, but she'd lost all her combat knowledge. She couldn't remember how to dodge. The hyper materia had her writhing around frantically, but the confusion and bimbo material meant she couldn't avoid his blows. Don left marks all over her body: her breasts, her nipples, her stomach, her sides, her back, her thighs, her ass, her pussy, everywhere.

"Ah, Daddy, no! Please, please stop!" she wailed. "I'll be a good girl, I promise." She tried to get closer to him so she could grovel at his feet more effectively, but he just kept striking her, sending her body in various directions each time in reaction to the brutal blows. Don Coreno ignored her pleas. He had words of his own for her.

She wasn't sure which was worse: the pain from his blows or the knowledge she wasn't going to get any cock until after lunchtime. "Noooo," she wailed. "Please, Daddy, I can't wait that long. I need your cock now, Daddy! I don't want to fuck anyone else! You're the only cock I want!" She groveled before him, whining at his feet, the collar with the powerful materia having it's intended effect as her motives evaporated to nothing save for getting more of his huge, supernatural cock.

Tifa was truly gone now. Even the sight of her regular outfit didn't stir any remembrance inside her. She put it on only to please him but felt no sentiment for it. She'd be happier naked with the Don's cock buried deep inside her.

He mentioned something about vibrators, saying a naughty slave shouldn't rest easy. Tifa nodded obediently. She even changed her position on the floor so she laid back on her back, opening her legs wide for him. Though she'd put on her typical garb, she hadn't put on any panties. She held her pussy apart with her fingertips. It was glistening with her arousal. "Put in as many you want, Daddy. I know I deserve the punishment... I just hope you'll forgive me."

***

There was no way the girls could make enough money to pay off their debt even if Kyrie was actually a successful thief and Jessie got paid from Barret for blowing up all 8 mako reactors. Being an eco-terrorist didn't exactly pay well. Though they were hesitant, their best bet was to work off their debt at the Honey Bee Inn. Who knows, maybe they'd even find some pleasure in it?

Madam saying nothing happened here that wasn't on the Don's terms cut Jessie deep. She wasn't the type to allow things to happen to her or admit things were out of her control. Everything had to be done on her terms. But she'd been messing up a lot lately, like with the reactor bombing being so much larger and more destructive than she'd planned, and now losing out to Tifa to Don Corneo. And last night she'd been drugged out of her mind and drunk to begin with. She was not in control. She and Tifa hadn't been in control the moment they stepped within the walls of Wall Market last night, she realized. Where was Tifa anyway? Fuck, it made her mind hurt to try and reason anything out.

Kyrie was already puddy in Madam M's hands. She feared for her life and would likely do anything requested of her from this point forward. Jessie, although she did not like the idea, found herself with the same fate. According to Madam, prostitution wouldn’t be involved, but Jessie wasn't sure if she trusted her. She was feeling a little betrayed having received the woman's sponsorship only to be taken advantage of like this.

Jessie laid back in the soothing water and closed her eyes, basking in the warmth. She had a feeling it was going to be a very long day.

When Madam M returned with some fluffy towels and robes, Kyrie was the first to get out of the water. She bowed politely to Madam M then took the robe she offered. "Thank you. And - and I'd be happy to help pay off my debt in any way I can..." Kyrie said. Her eyes wandered down Madam M's body leisurely, lingering on her thighs.

Kyrie wasn't bi, at least, she didn't think so, but she would do anything to pay off her debt and keep Madam M's approval. She'd let slip she was a dirty little sneak thief to the elegant woman, after all - Madam M held all the power over her fate. She was terrified of becoming a living fuck doll, or worse!

Jessie got out of the water after Kyrie. Her typical ponytailed hair hung down past her shoulders. "I'll be a Honey Bee. It's not like we really have a choice," she told the beautiful older woman. "What's next?"

Perhaps it wouldn't be that bad. Last night hadn't been.

***

Aerith was repulsed as this monstrous version of herself tore her open. She tried to tune out Hojo's frantic breathing as he jerked his cock mere yards away from her and her clone. Though her eyes were closed, she still had the picture of the greasy little man jerking himself in pleasure at her pain. He mentioned gestation and she felt physically ill. What a fucking sicko! What an absolute, disgusting, horrible --

"Ahhh! AHHHHHH!" A scream ripped from her throat at the foreign sensation of being sucked into the strange creature as it reached its peak. The words "kill me" echoed in her ear as the creature pulled her further into its gelatinous flesh. Aerith was terrified. Was she being absorbed? Taken over? Killed?

It was worse than that. She felt its hot stream of semen spilling into her up as it came, filling up her womb with cum. Aerith whimpered in agony and disgust, and she almost vomited when she heard Hojo's disturbing echo of the monster's cry. She didn't dare look in the mad scientist's direction. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction and she feared she'd become violently ill if she did so.

When the terrible creature was finally done spewing its cum inside her, it lowered her to the cold floor more gently than she'd expected. Then it hobbled away from her. Aerith collapsed to the floor on her stomach, eyes still squeezed shut. Silent tears leaked from their corners, the only visible indications besides the shudders of her back. She felt disgusting and vile, with the creature's cum still leaking out between her thighs. When she finally opened her eyes, she saw the long strand of Tseng's dark black hair tied around her pinky finger. She brought that finger close to her lips in comfort as she collapsed in on herself, the bright eyes of the sweet flower girl quickly losing their light. She dreaded what horrible things Hojo had to come.