Chapter 2

The last week was hell for Tifa. Every single day she was passed around the Don’s men like a basket of breadsticks, a ‘gift’ from the Don for their hard work. The fact she was there against her will didn’t matter. The fact she was being forced to play the whore to keep Cloud alive didn’t matter.

All they cared about was how they could use the sexy busty bitch at their mercy. Her pussy and ass were so, so sore, and she was convinced that they made her swallow so much cum that the meager rations they gave her were not even necessary.

Two of the Don’s men, repeat visitors that liked to double team her, had lately started pulling their cocks out of whatever hole of hers they were using at the time and pushing their cockheads against her nostrils. They’d smirk as their white jizz would shoot up her nose and slowly run down into her sinuses and throat, making Tifa gag eye-wateringly and throw her into a fit of messy sneezing and wet coughing.

Of course, Don Corneo would occasionally come to use her too, his achingly fat tool most often overstretching her fucked out quivering pussy.

Tifa felt like a used toy. One day she had begged a group of men using her to give her some clothes, so she could at least feel a little bit more like a person. She gave them the best blowjobs she could, then took each one up the ass, which she especially hated. Hands against the wall, she threw her butt back into their lunges, her breath hitching loudly as her cheeks clapped against their thighs. Tifa bit her lower lip in both embarrassment and pain, spending the better part of 2 hours letting each of the 5 men add their loads to her soaked insides twice each. Laughing at her but rewarding her efforts, she was given a dirty white t-shirt. And nothing else.

Humiliated but grateful for some sort of modesty she put on the garment. It had belonged to some other past ‘bride’ of Don Corneo’s. The too small t-shirt only reached to just above her belly button, leaving her thighs and pussy on display, and the thin generously filled fabric stretched tightly over her heavy boobs.

It was marginally better than naked, but ... it was better than nothing.

She was curled up on the floor in the corner of her locked room. The Don only permitted her a few scant hours of rest per night, and always with her hands cuffed to her elbows behind her back. Her flimsy t-shirt barely provided any warmth, and she shivered slightly in her sleep, her stiffened nipples trying to stab their way out of her shirt. Between her thighs her pussy lips peeked out provocatively.

The door to her room burst open. Don Corneo stood there, smiling and pushing a small loaded cart. He had an new idea he wanted to try out on her and didn’t want to wait. As always, his armed guards flanked him.

Startled awake, Tifa looked up at him with a combination of anger and fear. She sat up and shifted her legs to hide her pussy.

“Wh-what do you want?” she spat. God she hated him. “Please, I’ve been here so long. Please let me and Cloud go.”

Corneo ignored the request and removed her handcuffs. Unfolding her arms and rubbing her wrists, Tifa look warily at his cart. It seemed to be loaded with soft plastic bottles full of some unknown amber liquid.

Her attention was drawn back to Corneo when he used his foot to push her water bowl on the floor to her. “Drink bitch. You’ll need the hydration.”

She blushed. She hated that damn dog bowl. Corneo insisted she only be given food and water using it, making her get on her hands and knees and not letting her use her hands. ‘TITBAGS’ was emblazoned on the side, as if that were her name.

“N-no! I’m ... not thirsty.” She eyed his guards in the corner. She was so embarrassed to do this in front of anyone, even them.

“No?” He raised an eyebrow. “I guess your boyfriend isn’t getting any water today either then.”

“Wait! I’ll do it!”

Embarrassed, she crawled to her bowl and lowered her head. Corneo always got a kick out of watching her debase herself. Her pink tongue extended and she started to lap at the water, blushing furiously. Her still t-shirt clad titties hung heavily, almost like they were reaching for the floor a few mere millimeters away.

Sometimes, like today, the water had a tangy taste to it from being laced with birth control. Corneo didn’t want her pregnant. Not yet anyway, maybe someday.

As she drank her water like a pet bitch, on her knees with her ass raised, Corneo moved behind her. He took one of the large plastic bottles from the cart. It had a stubby nozzle on it, which was promptly shoved into her protesting asshole.

“Unh!” Tifa grunted, and she looked back at him. “What are you doing!?”

“Keep lapping up your water, bitch whore.” the Don said sternly, and when she turned her head back to her bowl he squeezed the bottle.

Olive oil flooded down into her ass. It was room temperature, and flowed slowly down into her bowels. Tifa shuddered. This was a new experience for her. Since her capture, they had fucked her ass often but never before had they tried to fill it with so much liquid.

Tifa twitched and squeezed down, her reaction somewhat slowing the flow as her insides tensed. She drank a little more water.

Corneo was patient, and firmly squeezed the bottle until all of the contents were transferred into her butt. He pulled the nozzle from her and a single drop of oil ran from her puckered hole down over her cunt.

Tifa felt uncomfortably bloated like she had to go. “Just so you know, if you fail to hold this in and make a mess, I’ll have another one of Cloud’s fingers cut off.”

Tifa’s eyes widened and she raised her wet face from her bowl. “A-another-?? Wait, you mean -”

Corneo dropped bundle of red fabric in front of her. Tifa opened it with shaky hands, and a severed little finger rolled out.

She almost threw up. She stared at the finger, still in position on the floor, head above her dog bowl with her ass in the air. She was too stunned to move, her mind racing.

“My men have told me all the times you’ve tried to refuse them. Told them ‘no.’ They used you anyway but that’s not the point. You haven’t been a good girl.”

So it was her fault. She caused this. Tifa began to cry, filled with both despair and fury. She wanted to kill him. To save Cloud and get out of here. She punched the floor, and Corneo’s guards snapped their rifles to point at her.

She was more or less naked and they had guns, and even if she survived she knew they’d have Cloud killed before she could find where they kept him. Her simmering anger was overwhelmed with hopelessness.

“I wonder how many fingers he can lose before he can’t hold his sword.”

“P-please don’t hurt him any more.” She said tearfully, her voice cracking. “I’m sorry. I’ll be good from now on. A-and I won’t make a mess. Just please ... please leave him alone.” She begs.

Slap!

Corneo spanked his hand onto her upthrust ass and squeezes it possessively. “That’s up to you.”

He picks up another bottle of oil and jams it into her puckered rear and squeezes. Her insides flooded and swelled even more. He had to squeeze this bottle harder now, and she ached inside from the pressure. Tifa had around 2 liters inside of her.

“Have another drink, slut.” He picked up another bottle. As her ass was pumped with more oil, Tifa lowered her tear-streaked face to her degrading dog bowl and lapped up some more of the water. She had caused Cloud to get hurt. It was her fault.

Tifa was starting to feel a mild heat in her pussy, and her cheeks flushed a little. She wasn’t told, but Corneo had heavily laced all the oil with aphrodisiac. The drug easily soaked into her system through her intestinal lining, entering her bloodstream and taking effect rapidly. Even just a little aphrodisiac delivered this way would have had a strong effect.

And he had very heavily laced the olive oil.

Tifa squirmed, her ass filling more and more, her distended insides throbbing as more pressure was put on them. Her thighs quivered, her pussy steadily growing more and more needy. It didn’t take her long to figure out she was being drugged, and a small trickle of her feminine juices leaked down her thigh.

Corneo popped the bottle from her ass. Then picked up another.

“W-wait! Please. I’m so full, I don’t think more can fit - ungh!” The bottle’s nozzle seated into her ass, and Corneo squeezed powerfully. Cramps assailed Tifa’s insides as her bowels swelled like an overstuffed sausage. A small bulge was becoming visible in her stomach as Corneo slowly forced the last of the 3.5 liters into her shuddering body.

Completely full, Tifa moaned and squirmed. She would have given anything to be allowed to go to the bathroom. Her insides gurgled, and the burning need in her cunt was becoming unbearable. Her thighs squeezed and rubbed together, and she involuntarily humped the air once. If she wasn’t so embarrassed to do it in front of them, she’d be desperately fingering herself. She fought the urge.

Reaching down, Corneo grabbed a fistful of her hair and threw her onto her back. A tiny spurt of oil leaked from her butt when she landed, and Corneo stared.

“That’s no lunch for Cloud today. I suggest you try harder to keep it in.” Tifa closed her eyes and nodded, desperately squeezing her struggling asshole. She propped herself up into a sitting position, legs in front of her on the floor.

She scissored her thighs together, unable to focus on anything but her intense drugged arousal. Even without being touched her throbbing pussy leaked obscenely, and her glass-cutting nipples were clearly visible through her dirty tight t-shirt. Her hands closed into fists cutely.

“God, what did you give me?” she said pathetically, biting her lip and averting her gaze. Her cheeks were flushed and her breath was coming in short little gasps. Sitting next to her ‘TITBAGS’ labeled dog bowl in such a state, Corneo found her quite arousing.

“Please, can I please use the bathroom? ngh! It’s ... it’s too much. It h-hurts! I can’t hold it!”

“You will hold it, Titbags.” He smiled, using her nickname. He pressed gently on the little bulge in her stomach with his foot, and she moaned deeply, desperately clenching her ass. “You won’t like the alternative.”

“Blindfold her.” He told his henchmen. “She can prove how much of a ‘good girl’ she is.”

In total darkness, Tifa had been marched through the labyrinthine part of the sewers Don Corneo controlled, wearing only a sheer dirty white t-shirt and bare from the waist down. She panted softly, her arousal magnified by two small buzzing egg-shaped vibrators taped to her nipples under her shirt.

The nipple stimulation may not have been enough to get her off, but it definitely made her even more hot and bothered. Made her concentration waver that much more from keeping the voluminous oil enema in her ass contained.

Guided by rough groping hands, she waddled along awkwardly for nearly 30 minutes with her ass full to bursting with aphrodisiac-laced olive oil. They took so many turns went through so many locked doors, her bare feet wetly slapping against the cold damp floor.

The blindfold was suddenly ripped from her eyes. They were in some kind of underground storage room. She had no idea the path they took to get here, but in front of her tied to a chair sat Cloud.

One of the henchmen had a gun pressed point blank to his head, just in case Tifa got any ideas.

What Tifa saw broke her heart a thousand times over.

He was horribly bruised and looked malnourished, and had a bandaged hand where they had cut off his little finger. The other bloodied fingers were all missing their nails. One eye was completely swollen shut.

But he was alive. He had tired eyes that grew furious as he took in Tifa’s half-naked form. He struggled uselessly in his bonds, wanting to kill them all for laying a finger on her. He had hoped she had escaped somehow.

Corneo stood behind her, squeezing one boob idly through her t-shirt while she stared at Cloud. The egg vibrator on her nipple pressed into his palm. “You say we don’t need to hurt this guy anymore, that you’re a good girl now. Is that right?”

Tifa blinked back tears but nodded. She looked away from Cloud, unable to meet his gaze while being touched so intimately. She’d do anything to keep Cloud alive. Even play along with their depraved plans.

“Yes.” She whispered. Wasn’t it enough for these people that they used her like a community fucktoy? No, they had to make her willingly submit too. She hated them so much.

Corneo squeezed the ample boobflesh harder and she winced. “Louder. So loverboy over there can hear.”

“I-I’m a good girl now.” she said more loudly, biting her lip in shame. Cloud continued to struggle. “You don’t need to hurt Cloud. P-please. I’ll be good.” Her own arousal ran down her slick thighs, her drugged pussy betraying her, and her knees bowed inward ever so slightly.

Corneo looked thoughtful. “He’s your boyfriend?”

“N-no...” Tifa responded. She did love Cloud, but he wasn’t technically her boyfriend. She glanced at him, and her heart ached at his blackened and bruised face.

“No? Well, it’s obvious you care about him a lot. He must just be too limp-dicked to take you. Is that right?”

Tifa said nothing, and Corneo reached his other hand up. He bounced both her titties through her shirt in front of Cloud.

“I think you should tell him your new nickname. Go ahead.”

Tifa blushed even more, and looked down, her fists in little balls. “Titbags.” she said quietly. “They call me Titbags.”

“And what’s in your ass right now, Titbags?”

“ ... oil. It’s full of oil.” The Don jiggled her more roughly.

“How much?”

“I ... I don’t know but, it’s a lot. It hurts. I really have to ... have to go.” She was mortified.

The henchmen in the room snickered, and Corneo stopped playing her with tits. “Alright whore, since you’re a ‘good girl’ and all, answer me this. What do good girls do with the guys they like?”

She hesitated. She knew what he wanted to hear. Her mind raced. They were probably going to make her fuck Cloud. It would be humiliating, but it’s not like they weren’t already fucking her daily anyway. But...

She didn’t want to ruin her first time with Cloud like this.

Not like this.

Maybe she could get by with just giving him a blowjob. Maybe they’d be satisfied with that. She gulped nervously.

“Good girls suck off the guys they like.” she said, fidgeting nervously and somehow blushing even more. Corneo’s eye gleamed.

“Show us.”

Tifa hummed around Cloud’s cock like a whore, running her tongue all along the bottom of the shaft. Tears ran from her eyes as she looked up at his beaten gagged face. He was powerless, tied down to a chair, his pants pulled down.

She could tell he didn’t want her to do this, but Cloud was unable to remain soft with a girl like Tifa determined to milk his balls. She tried to put on a good show, hoping that if she pleased Corneo he’d stop this and let her return to her room in his hideout. And the faster she got it over with the better.

The vibrations from her humming felt amazing, and the warm wet heat of her mouth was enough to drive any man wild.

“Deeper, slut.” Corneo laughed, and he smacked the back of Tifa’s head. Tears sprang to her eyes, but she forced herself farther down the shaft.

“Show loverboy the results of the gentle training we put you through.” He mocked. “Throat him.”

Ignoring the buzzing from the vibrators that remained taped to her nipples, Tifa gagged a little but took Cloud all the way to the hilt. She still wasn’t very good at deepthroating, she hated it. Still, she worked her throat around him as best she could, but popped off for a breath of air after just a few seconds.

zzzzz!!

“Aggh!!!” Tifa screamed in agony, her cunt on fire. Corneo had taken a cattle prod from one of the henchmen and pressed it to her moist sexlips. Voltage slammed into her drug-aroused pussy. She could barely keep the oil in her ass from spilling out while she convulsed. Corneo grabbed her long black hair and wrenched her head back to scream in her face.

“I said THROAT HIM! Not this gentle blowjob shit! And don’t you fucking come up for air until he cums. GOT IT?!” Tifa gasped pathetically. “I-I w-won’t! I’m s-sorry!” Corneo shoved her head forwards, spearing Tifa’s throat onto Cloud’s meat, and held her there for a moment. Then he releases her, and she resumed her rhythmic bobbing, her hot tears dripping onto Cloud’s thighs.

“That was low voltage. Next time, it goes on high.” he said threateningly. Tifa redoubled her efforts, desperate to make Cloud cum and end this nightmare. The throating got messy as she punishingly slammed herself again and again on his meat, her head a blur.

A frothy white mix of pre-cum and saliva ran from her mouth to drip onto the tops of her t-shirt clad tits. From how he was tensing she could tell he was close, but her burning lungs weren’t going to allow her to finish. Eyes half-lidded from lack of oxygen, afraid of the consequences, she popped off his cock again and took in a desperate breath of air.