Chapter 3

Tifa Lockhart shivered in the cold dead of the night, naked on the floor of her tiny ‘room.’ As was custom when she was permitted to rest, her hands were cuffed to her elbows behind her back, leaving her bare breasts pushed forwards and exposed.

Tonight she wasn’t trying to sleep however. She looked blankly at her dog bowl on the floor, dimly illuminated by the moonlight from her barred window. She stared at the word ‘TITBAGS’ printed on the side of it. Her nickname. She sniffled despondently, and longed for the flimsy t-shirt they used to let her wear.

She had been captured and abused for nearly a month now, a fucktoy for the Don and his men. About a week ago, an angry Don Corneo had punished her severely, focusing exclusively on beating and strapping her hefty breasts. Even now, they still bore some faded bruises and light welts. The Don’s henchmen, motivated by the sight, would often slap them or pinch her nipples, making them slow to heal.

She waited quietly in the darkness, thinking. Barrett, Jessie, and the others hadn’t rescued her and Cloud, which meant they either couldn’t come up with a way to do it or were killed trying. And after her brutal punishment at the hands of Corneo, she decided she couldn’t afford to wait anymore. She had to try and escape, before Corneo ended up killing her and Cloud. She had hoped that by complying with the Don he would spare them, but by the looks of Cloud the last she saw him he was being slowly starved and beaten to death, and Tifa honestly didn’t know how much more abuse she herself could take. She had to try to escape, and hoped she could find Cloud before they killed him in retribution.

As she waited quietly in dim darkness, she heard the expected sound of keys jingling outside her door. The guard to her ‘room’ almost always would visit her at night, when the rest of the Don’s men were asleep. He liked to have her to himself privately without others participating, indifferent that he was cutting into her precious scant hours of rest. She swallowed nervously, steeling herself.

The door quietly creaked open, and the dirty thug stood in the doorway, squinting.

“Wake up whore. I want some of that pussy.” He closed the door behind him, locking it and putting the key back in his pocket. “Be a good girl or I report to the Don.”

Tifa didn’t say anything, but submissively sat back on her ass, her hands still cuffed to her elbows behind her. She slowly spread her legs, lewdly exposing her womanhood to the lecherous man. She felt her cheeks darken in embarrassment, but held the position.

The man leered at her bare pussy as he approached, grinning.

“Oh, that’s good. You like when I come to play with you, don’t you bitch?” He knelt down in front of her, and Tifa acted. She twisted sideways and kicked out with her bare foot, catching the startled guard right in the side of the head. He tried to stand, stumbling into the wall, and before he could cry out Tifa had jumped up and delivered a second kick to his head. He crumpled, unconscious.

Scrambling over his unmoving body, Tifa bit down on his pants’ pocket. Not having the use of her hands, she yanked with her teeth like an animal and managed to rip the fabric open. She took the revealed key into her mouth, and spent the next 5 minutes awkwardly and desperately trying to get the key into the keyhole using only her mouth, often glancing at the unconscious man in paranoia.

Finally she got the key in, and turned it with her teeth. She got her knee up onto the door handle and pushed down, and felt a surge of relief as the door swung open. She darted out of the room.

Carefully glancing around corners, Tifa quietly made her way through the halls of Don Corneo’s mansion. Even at night there were henchmen on patrol. Eventually she came to a hall where she could not pass without being seen. Eyes darting about, she backtracked and tried another route.

She awkwardly raised a leg and operated another door handle with her knee, her pouting labia shyly peeking out as she balanced on one foot. Stepping through the doorway she found herself in a chocobo stable. The smell of the large rideable birds filled her nostrils.

Click!

Tifa turned slowly to the sound of the noise. The barrel of a shotgun was inches from her belly.

Apparently the Don’s Stable Master was checking on a newly born purebred racing chocobo that wasn’t in the best of health. He had been staying all night to monitor the creature, when Tifa had waltzed right in.

“Who the fuck are you?” the man said gruffly, and he slowly smirked, taking in the sight of her gorgeous naked body.

Tifa stared at the shotgun, weighing her options. Her hands were still cuffed behind her, severely limiting her fighting ability. She might be able to take him out, but it wasn’t guaranteed. He very well might just blow a hole in her stomach. And even if she did avoid that, he could make a lot of noise and attract unwanted attention.

“Who the fuck are you?” the grizzled man repeated. Tifa made a decision. She would appeal to him for help.

“I ... sir, please. My name is Tifa. I’m being held here against my will. Please ... please, will you help me escape? I’m begging you.” Tifa’s soft expressive eyes pleaded with the man, and he almost felt sorry for her. Almost.

“That depends.” he replied slowly, not lowering the gun. “What can you offer me that is worth the risk of getting on the bad side of my generous employer?”

“I ... well, I can pay you. Once I’m free I mean.”

The man laughed. “Not interested. Corneo pays handsomely as it is. What else can you do?”

Tifa flushed. She knew what he was getting at. Standing stark naked in front of him, it wasn’t any surprise.

“You could ... well, you could ... touch my breasts.” she said quietly, looking down nervously.

The man shook his head. “Do you realize what I could do for you? I could get you some clothes, stick you on top of one of these birds, and take you for a late night chocobo ride out those big doors to freedom. I’m your ticket out of here.” He paused. “So what’s that worth to you?”

“ ... What do you want?” she asked warily.

The Stable Master grinned. “I’ll show you. First, let’s get those cuffs cut off of you.” He lowered his gun slightly and nodded to the far side of the stable behind her where a workbench was.

Tifa briefly hesitated, but turned to look where he indicated. He slammed the butt of the shotgun into the back of her head.

She was out cold.

After knocking her unconscious, the Stable Master had indeed used a band saw to cut her cuffs off. Only he had then placed her into the large stocks in the center of the stable, a gift from the Don. Corneo liked to occasionally have some of his girls put on a little ‘chocobo show.’

With the sensuously shaped Tifa hanging limply in the stocks, he muscled in the asshook. The fat balled hook barely slipped past her tight anal ring, making Tifa moan quietly in her unconsciousness. He pulled the rope from the hook towards her head in the stocks, which had the effect of pulling her to her feet, albeit bent 90 degrees with an arched back. He tied the rope off to an eyebolt in the stocks and tightened it, deepening the arch, her ass high.

Tifa shuddered a little and her face twitched, but remained knocked out.

With the bitch’s heavy tits dangling to the floor, the Stable Master worked two of his fingers slathered with a slippery lube into her cunt. The lube was mixed with female chocobo pheromones. The chocobos had been trained to fuck the girls in the stocks, but the scented pheromones helped to get things moving in the right direction.

It was time. He pressed record, and led out the first chocobo.

“ ... hungGHHH!! AHH GODDDDD!!” Tifa was brought to consciousness by the sensation of a massive scaly chocobo cock being unceremoniously shoved into her tight unsuspecting cunt. Breath hitching loudly she jerked violently, but found she couldn’t move much.

Her ass burned, the fat asshook arching her back and keeping her on her feet. Worse, her cunt felt like it was being split apart. Was she in stocks?

“Ngh! Owww! What -”

The massive bird pulled back excitedly, and lunged forward again. About half of its monstrous length disappeared into her hot spasming pussy, the narrow tube unnaturally stretching to accommodate its bestial guest.

“GNH!!” Tifa immediately fell into pain-wracked sobs, the sensations too intense. She writhed as much as she could, and nearly passed out when the chocobo pulled back for a third thrust. Then a fourth. Then a fifth.

Getting into a rhythm, the big dumb beast started to pound her like a ragdoll.

“Ungh! Ugh! Ungh! Ungh!! Godddd!! Ungh!!”

“Enjoying yourself, fuckslut?” The leering Stable Master called out to her, and she turned her head in the stocks to look at him.

“UngH! Ah! Get this thing - Ngh! - off of - Ow! Oww! - m-me you sick - UgH!! - freak! UNGH!”

The nearly mindless bird started shooting a near constant stream of watery pre-cum into her ravished sex, and it dripped from between her legs to the dirty floor below. Still, it showed no signs of slowing down, throwing its considerable weight into each punishing thrust.

“Ohhh! Ungh! Ow!!! Ahh!!”

The Stable Master smiled mockingly. “Get him off of you? But my dear, surely you wouldn’t be so cruel as to not let him finish?”

“F-fuck you! UgnH!!”

The loud, lewd noises of the coupling filled the stable. Tifa was sure her pussy was never going to be the same. The beast’s cock was so fat it made her pussy ache horribly, and it was so long it bottomed out against her cervix every time, the hard end punching her womb to devastating effect.

Thanks to the lube the Stable Master used, her cunt was at least able to attempt to cope with the intense insertion. Her soft sexlips stretched thinly into a large O shape, sliding wetly down the leathery scaled chocobo cock. Those scales were wreaking havoc on her as they rubbed and abraded at her sensitive walls, especially her g-spot. Tifa’s thighs shook and quivered. If it weren’t for the asshook tied to the stocks, she would have fallen to her knees.

As it was, all she could do was take it. Her hefty milkers swayed and bounced heavily as they dangled beneath her, each thrust into her reflected in their lewd flopping.

“Ah! Ahh! ngh! Ungh! P-Please! Please! Ugh! Please - ugh! - stop this! I - ngh! - I c-can’t- ngh! I c-can’t- AH!”

Her wanton pussy clenched around the punishing cock, half out of pain, half out of an instinct to milk the spunk from it. Somehow, being stretched and filled so much satisfied some carnal base need of hers, even if she would never admit it. Each lunge into her clenching fuckpipe had so much resistance that her heels left the ground, the skewered girl rising up and down onto the balls of her feet. Tears of humiliation added to those of pain, and she hung her head miserably.

“I’ll tell you what” the Stable Master chortled. “I’ll put a stop to this, and even help you escape. But you have to agree to take chocobo cock up the ass first.” He enjoyed making sluts debase themselves.

“Wh-what? You - agh! - you c-can’t be - ow! - serious!” she moaned.

The man simply raised an eyebrow. “Up to you. That or I go get the Don right now.”

“No! No!” Tifa panicked. If she went back to the Don after trying to escape who knew what would happen. They might even kill Cloud. “I’ll do it. Please, I’ll - ungh! - I’ll do it!”

“Wonderful.” the Stable Master grinned. “The next chocobo is going straight in that heart shaped ass then. What, you didn’t I meant this bird, did you?”

Tears of frustration rolled down her face as for the next 10 minutes the Stable Master let the chocobo finish using her overstuffed sextube. The constant flooding of pre-cum was increasing, and with a cry the beast slammed into her once, twice more, the fat tip wedging into her cervix, pressing her womb semi-flat in her body.

“AHHH! GODDD!” She wriggled and writhed in the stocks, rising up onto the balls of her feet.

He held himself there, nearly three quarters of his cock somehow buried into her, and the severe arch in her back deepened even further. For a moment she feared her spine snapping. Then he unleashed a massive load. It was at least two quarts of cum, and it blasted into her sealed womb. With no where to go, the cum quickly pressurized and Tifa felt her womb swelling like a water balloon.

“Ahhh!!!!! UNGHGH!!”

“Good boy” the Stable Master patted the chocobo affectionately, and ruffled its feathers. “You know, they say those rare golden chocobos are the product of a chocobo breeding a woman. It’s just a myth, but I’m rather partial to it.”

Tifa just wept brokenly. “Please take him out. gasp It really hurts, there’s so much p-pressure inside! Please!”

“Pressure? Where, here?” He pushed cruelly on her lower stomach, pressing his fingertips into her cum-brimming womb. Somehow it didn’t burst.

“Ow!! Y-yes! Please take him out!”

“Hmm. Fine. I’m anxious to see your ass perform anyway.”

Taking the lead line, he backs the chocobo up and leads him back to his stall. As soon as the inhumanly large cock pulls free, white cum gushes from Tifa’s drenched marinated womb. Her desecrated pussy gaped pink and winked closed partially in a sexual PTSD, the shuddering woman feeling completely degraded. She tried to wrap her mind around what had happened. She had just been bred with an animal.

He didn’t give her any time to cope with her thoughts. Leading in a huge majestic white chocobo, the Stable Master then roughly yanked the asshook from her tiny sphincter. The fat steel ball popped out abruptly.

“Ow!” Her ass throbbed. “Can’t I rest a little first? Please?”

Spank!Spank! “Ouch!”

Watching her asscheeks jiggle put a smile on his face, so he spanked her again for kicks. He pulled her cheeks apart and she flushed in embarrassment. It was cute how after all that’s been done to her she still got embarrassed. Her asshole was a little red from the asshook. That hook was nothing compared to what was coming its way now.

He again used the pheromone lube on her, this time squirting the bottle directly into her tight ass. She squirmed as she felt the cold liquid flow into her, and could hear the chocobo sniffing the air. Then her heart dropped when she heard the beast step behind her, and felt something poke at her asscheek.

“Oh God...” she said quietly, her eyes closing in dread. This was going to hurt.

She couldn’t see behind her, but the white chocobo’s cock was nearly one and a half times the length of the last chocobo’s, and a bit wider.

“Go on, boy. Breed her.”

Hearing the trained command, the huge beast began to press it’s rock hard cock to her pussy. Hating the Stable Master, Tifa quickly shifted her hips to align him with her asshole instead. The tiny hole refused entry to such a gargantuan pole, valiantly only opening up slightly. Tifa moaned as the Chocobo pressed more insistently.

Pressing harder and harder, Tifa rose up onto her toes again, her ass slowly, painfully, widening around the fist sized slightly tapered cockhead.

“Oww oww oww owww! Goddd!!” she whined “It’s too big! OWW! God it won’t fit! Please!”

“You agreed to this whore. You want freedom, this is what you have to do.”