Chapter 1

Don Corneo, the crime lord of Wall Market, stared incredulously at the trio in front of him. Per the usual custom, his men had gathered and presented to him a selection of beautiful girls. He would typically pick out one or two for himself to take as his ‘bride’ for the night, and give the others over to the men to play with and enjoy. That’s how it worked in theory anyway.

Only this time, there was a problem.

Two of the three girls in front of him on display were indeed quite attractive. The third not so much.

The first, Aerith Gainsborough, was a cute innocent looking thing, very pretty. She stood in a pink sundress that revealed some of her milky legs teasingly, but hid her B cup breasts. If he chose her, he had no doubt it would be fun making her blush in humiliation as he worked his depravities on her young inexperienced body. As enticing as she was, however, the true prize was the second girl standing next to her.

Tifa Lockhart, stunningly pretty, was dressed in a purple ‘dress’ that was more lingerie than actual attire. The short skirt barely covered past her pussy, and if she moved just right one could just barely catch a glimpse of her panties. But if Tifa’s clothing implied she was a slut, it was her body that screamed it.

Her plunging neckline revealed the fullest set of tits he’d seen on a woman in a while. The Don was almost mesmerized as he imagined sinking his fingers into those pliant mammaries, and with reluctance he allowed his eyes to wander downwards, taking in the sight of her perfectly shaped figure and the curve of her feminine hips. The whorishly dressed Tifa looked at him with eyes that were both disgusted and a little nervous. He could tell she didn’t want to be here.

It was the third ‘girl’ that confirmed what Don Corneo already knew. It was Cloud Strife, very clearly a man, dressed like a woman in an ugly dress. He felt his anger rising. How fucking stupid did these people think he was? Did they think he wouldn’t be able to tell this guy was an impostor?

The Don laughed to himself bemusedly. He knew these people were from Avalanche. After all, them discovering his spy is what brought them here to begin with. He had been keeping tabs on them for some time for Shinra, and knew each of their identities instantly.

They had underestimated him. And they would pay the price.

As the gas slowly began to fill the room, he smiled pleasantly at them and backed out of the door, locking them in.

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“ ... ungh...”

Tifa moaned quietly as she slowly came back to consciousness, her long eyelashes fluttering weakly.

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She moaned again. She felt so ... full?

Her bleary eyes shot open, and she blushed instantly. She was tied down by her wrists and ankles to a dirty unkempt bed, her sheer purple ‘dress’ ripped open to expose her heavy bare tits. Even worse, the dress had been roughly pushed up around her waist, the white panties pushed aside. The fat, disgusting crime lord Don Corneo was fucking into her defenseless cunt roughly with a cock that had no business being so big.

“Agh! St-stop! What the fuck are you doing?! Ungh! Unh!!” Tifa’s head swam, still coming out of the effects of the gas that drugged her. She struggled uselessly against her bindings, unable to do more than squirm on the bed. Corneo’s cock seemed to hit every spot inside of her, the thick girth spearing into her hot and writhing sex. Her fat mommy milkers bounced and jiggled in time in a lewd dance of homage to the pounding she was getting.

“G-get off - ugh! - get off me!” she raged, her angry eyes glaring at her rapist. “I’m going to kill you - ungh! ugh! - I swear-”

SLAP!SLAP!

She saw stars as the Don slapped her face twice, buffeting her soft features from side to side, her cheeks reddening further. Tears sprang to her eyes, which seemed to excite the Don more as he increased the force of his punishing thrusts.

Her breath hitching, Tifa tried to look around the room as best as she could, trying to get stock of the situation - a difficult task, considering how the Don’s cockhead was slamming against her quivering cervix. Cloud was nowhere in sight. The Don’s men must have taken him somewhere. A muffled groan drew her attention to the far side of the room. Her eyes widened as she watched what was happening to Aerith.

While the Don was having his way with Tifa, three of the Don’s henchmen were preparing Aerith for shipment to Shinra Co. Shinra’s hands-off attitude to the half-ancient girl had changed, and Corneo knew Shinra would pay handsomely for the return of their ‘property.’ And what better way to return property than by shipping crate?

Unlike Tifa, Aerith had been stripped completely, putting her sensual body on full display. Beneath the duct tape wrapped around her head her pink cotton panties were stuffed into her mouth, gagging her. Her arms were tied behind her back, and they were in the middle of hogtying her. Face down, her long hair was gripped savagely tight by a brutish fist, yanking her head backwards. Another man bound her ankles together.

The third man stomped his boot roughly into the small of her back, forcing her to arch even further as the rough hands pulled harder at her hair. Aerith’s eyes watered from the strain as they tied her hair to her ankle ropes, tautly hogtying her. Her neck and back hurt so much, and her restrained hands clawed and flexed uselessly against her arms. Most of her weight rested on her soft tits and stomach.

Laughing at her, they ignored her muffled weeping and grabbed her not insubstantial ass cheeks. Prying them apart, Aerith blushed as they revealed the her tiny tight asshole. The man squeezed hard and dug his fingers into the soft cheeks, and Aerith struggled to not flex her legs in discomfort as that would only add to the strain of her position.

With her ass held apart, the other thug knelt down, grinning sadistically, her discarded cute white high heeled shoe in his hand. It glistened wetly with lube, and without preamble the toe was lined up with her ass. The man pushed hard.

“ ... mmMMHP!” she groaned piteously, tensing up as her tiny backdoor widened painfully. Still, the shoe didn’t go in, but the man was determined. He pressed harder, his muscled arms flexing, and leaned his weight into her. She shook as the toe of the shoe sank further and further into her, her asstube feeling like it was ripping apart. From across the room, Tifa watched wide eyed and screamed at them to leave Aerith alone, but that just earned her another slap to the face from the Don.

“Be thankful we used lube, whore” the man spat at Aerith, and shoved in the final inch. Aerith’s ass was on fire at the oddly shaped insertion, and tears streamed down her cheeks. The length of the shoe was in her ass, but the stiletto of the heel ran forwards between her soft and delicate pussy lips, splitting them up the middle to lay over her clit.

Tifa blushed in shame at witnessing the spectacle, then turned even redder when she suddenly felt hot wet cum splashing inside of her. The fat Don Corneo had tensed and pressed as deeply as he could, pressing his long cock against her cervix. She could feel his spunk filling her womb, thickly running into her most private of places. When he finished cumming he pulled out and slapped her ravished cum-leaking pussy, making her yelp. He barked orders.

“Put that bitch in the crate and take her to the Chocobo master. Don’t worry, you can use this big titted whore instead when I’m done with her. With a body like hers, she will be our guest for a long, long time.” Corneo slapped Tifa’s wobbly tits once in indication, and Tifa felt her heart drop. The men cheered.

The thugs picked up the hogtied Aerith and dumped her into a rough wooden crate. She landed on her front roughly, gasping into her panties as two fist sized aluminum pyramids jabbed her ribs. The men repositioned her so that her nipples were over the pyramids, then ran a strap over her back, tightening it down. A dull sharp pain shot through each soft boob as the points pressed deeply into the feminine flesh, the tightened strap holding her to the floor of the crate, unable to wiggle free. Her feet, still tied to her hair, flexed and wiggled in agony.

Secured into the crate, the men slammed the lid on top, plunging Aerith into darkness. The next time she saw light, she would be in Hojo’s Lab. She wasn’t looking forward to reuniting with the sadistic scientist. Even as a little girl, Aerith had some vague inkling of the sort of things Hojo did to her often bow-legged, exhausted mother. Still, she didn’t realize just how extensively her mother had been unsuccessfully cross-bred with other species.

She would be made to continue this obscene work upon arrival. Shinra had given up on Aerith leading them to the ‘promised land’ and her future was now slated to be Hojo’s little project.

Tifa watched in despair as her crated friend was wheeled away. Soon she began to worry for herself though as the Don’s hefty member rose to a drug-induced erectness once again. She struggled uselessly against her bonds, her angry eyes staring daggers at him.

Corneo slammed into her warm protesting cunt once again.

“Ungh! F-fuck you!”

Two days later a tired, worn out naked Tifa bounced herself wearily on yet another cock, rolling her hips. Ragged and a mess, each night her captors had barely left her alone long enough to get a handful of fitful hours of sleep on the floor. This morning she had been awoken before dawn by the feeling of strong masculine hands grasping her tits in a crushingly tight grip and yanking her to her feet.

That was about an hour and a half ago. She had since been cum into 5 times already, her sodden pussy flooded and ravaged. And the worst part was, she couldn’t fight them. In fact, she even had to willingly participate in these never-ending fuck sessions.

The bastards had Cloud hostage, you see. After her initial conquest underneath Don Corneo, she was blindfolded and taken to a dark small room. Cloud sat tied to a metal chair, beaten and broken. He was barely conscious, but the Don’s men slugged him across his battered face once more just to drive the point home to Tifa. She struggled to rush to him, but was held firmly back. She was told in no uncertain terms that if she was anything less than compliant, Cloud would be slowly beaten to death.

And so here she was, riding a stranger’s cock reverse cowgirl, tears streaming down her cheeks. Corneo watched quietly from the corner.

Her hands were each encircled around a cock, jerking off two other men as the man beneath her bucked up into her. Her fat wobbly titbags bounced enticingly, and one of the men she was jerking off smiled, eyeing them hungrily. He reached out and snapped a tight clamp on each nipple.

“Ohhh! you bastard” Tifa moaned, her crushed nipples sending a web of shooting pain through the hefty orbs.

“I fucking love her udders, man!” the thug said cheerfully. “A lot bigger than her friends were, aren’t they? She’s like a fucking cow. A dairy bitch. Is that what you are, slut? A dairy bitch?”

“N-no ... and I’m not a slut either!” Tifa tried to defend her dignity, but it was hard to do when she was busy sexually servicing three men at once, even if it was against her will. And the reference to Aerith made her heart ache with worry.

“Bullshit. You have a fucking whore’s body. Those cocksucking lips, your big fat milkers, that jiggly ass. And we all know how wet and tight your cunt is, don’t we boys?” The men laughed, and Tifa’s face burned with shame. Still, she kept fucking the man beneath her, her pussy treacherously moist from the prolonged stimulation. One of the men she was jerking with her hand tried to maneuver his cock closer to her mouth, but she turned her head away.

“ ... I’m not a slut or a whore” she said quietly, tears dripping down her face. She wasn’t sure who she was trying to convince. “You are all making me do these things. I don’t- Mmmph!”

A fourth man approached and cut off any further protests, gripping her long black hair and pressing his cock into her mouth. He saw how she tried to refuse sucking cock, and couldn’t let that stand. When she didn’t immediately start sucking, he twisted a clamped nipple hard and tugged. The little nub burned like a hot coal. He smiled at her muffled squeal and twisted further, the elongated boob spiraling. Desperate to stop him, she reluctantly started to blow him.

“Fuck, her mouth is amazing.”

The guy grinned and released her teat, then pressed deeper, making her gag. She released the two cocks she was jerking off and pressed against his thighs, trying to push him away, but the man simply forced her down his length, exploring her tonsils. After a few minutes her mouth began to fill with thick ropes of white cum.

She hated the taste of cum. It was so slimy, salty, and bitter. She wanted to spit it out, but when the guy pulled out of her mouth he clapped his hand over her lips.

“Drink it down whore. You’re not to waste our cum.” He said sternly, and she looked up at him with angry eyes, her tits still jiggling rhythmically as she fucked the man in her cunt. God it tasted awful. She unhappily swallowed a little, gagged in disgust, then swallowed the rest. She coughed wetly.

“Say Ah. Show me it’s all gone.”

Tifa blushed in humiliation at being so degraded but did as he asked, showing the man her tongue. Not a drop of cum remained. He spit into her open mouth and she gagged anew.

“You cough b-bastard!” The man beneath her grasped her hips and stilled her wanton movements, and he flooded her cunt with its sixth load of the morning.