Chapter 4

Tifa hadn’t expected to ever set foot in Shinra Headquarters, much less with Don Corneo. Yet that was exactly what was happening. She walked awkwardly through the halls, tugged along by the leash around her neck. They were flanked by 5 of his henchmen.

He had given her some clothes, her first in months, but Tifa still felt exposed. A long white t-shirt extended to just past her pussy, barely hiding a tiny g-string from view and doing nothing to hide the bottom curves of her ass. The shirt had a deep cut, showing off the majority of her braless tits. Above that, a tight choker collar had a dog leash attached, leading to Corneo’s hand. On the collar, her nickname “Titbags” was written on a metal medallion.

And that was it. Well, that and the black stiletto heels. He would tug randomly on the leash, and she awkwardly stumbled around as she tried to keep up, her legs oddly a little bowed inwards.

Everyone stared at the nearly naked gorgeous girl as they passed. Men, women, young, elderly, everyone. She could feel every eye on her, and she felt small inside.

The Shinra HQ building was as immaculate and grandiose as she imagined. Barret would have loved to tear this place apart, bring chaos to their orderly little world.

Barret. Her heart panged as she thought of her friend. He also was gone. Crushed when the Sector 7 plate fell. If she hadn’t gotten Cloud killed, Barret might still be alive too.

Tifa’s eyes watered heavily, and Corneo tugged her leash again when she slowed, pulling the stumbling girl along like the fuckbitch she was.

The Shinra guards for their part seemed to be expecting them. They would nod and slide key cards, granting them passage through the immense tower. A few would pinch Tifa’s ass as she passed, and the Don would smile at them.

They didn’t realize she had a massive rubber recreation of the white chocobo’s cock buried up her ass, hidden from sight. The Don had thought she might ‘miss’ her friend while away, so he had it made for her. Truth be told, he had actually enlarged it by 15%. It had taken a lot of his muscle and her blubbering to get it fully inside of her, and her overstuffed backdoor did nothing to improve her awkward shuffling.

“Do you know why you’re here, Titbags?” Corneo said casually as they walked.

“ ... no.” she replied quietly. To be honest, it didn’t really matter.

“My relationship with Shinra is crucial. A matter of mutual gain.” he said with a smirk. “You happen to be the last living member of Avalanche, or so Shinra believes. You are to be a gift to them. To do with as they please. Well, for a little while at least. Ah, here we are.”

He tugged her leash and drug her into the President’s office.

Tifa was naked again.

How did she always end up like this?

“Unnngggh” she moaned, mortified. Her shapely body was sweating profusely as her pussy throbbed with pleasure, her legs quivering.

In a show of goodwill, she had been loaned by Don Corneo to Shinra Co. for the week. As the last member of Avalanche, Shinra was very interested in using her as a propaganda piece.

She had been put on display in the main lobby on a small raised platform against the back wall, in the grips of a devilish machine. Her arms were fed through two holes in the wall behind her, securing her back flush to the wall. Her eyes watered as inside the wall hidden from sight two mechanical hands gripped her wrists savagely tight, the unforgiving metal painfully crushing against the thin skin and bones in her wrists. Tiny pointed studs lined the fingers for the sole purpose of causing her more pain, her wrists nearly dislocating in their tight grip.

Her feet were spread apart, shackled to the platform’s floor. They had spread her well-formed legs so indecently far apart that she was nearly doing side splits while standing, her steamy cunt a mere few inches from the ground. Her thigh muscles shook and burned from the strain of holding such a position.

Not to mention her ass and insides still ached, stuffed with the ridiculously huge rubber chocobo cock.

Two pulleys were arranged on stands in front and behind her. A long line of dark oil-slick beads ran from one raised pulley to down between her legs to back up to the raised pulley behind her, like a V. A small electric motor whirred quietly, pulling the line of beads that ran between her sensuous labia at a slow constant rate.

“Ngggh! Haaa ... haaa!” Tifa felt herself about to cum again, the beads splitting her labia one after the other, wetly sliding down over her clit then up between her asscheeks. She squirmed. She’d been here for 2 hours already, slowly being built from one climax to another. She blushed in shame, a crowd of people gathered around her, kept at bay by some guards.

Next to her was a large screen that read “Tifa ‘Titbags’ Lockhart. Last Avalanche Slut.” Unfortunately that wasn’t all this diabolical machine was doing to her.

The President had been elated when Corneo informed him before arriving that the busty slut was lactating, the product of nearly two months of hormone treatments and daily mammary stimulation. Taking advantage of this, he had some special additions made to her mechanical captor.

From two small holes in the wall to her sides extended out small clear tubing, which ended in small suction cups. Predictably, the cups were sealed with oil to her throbbing teats, encompassing her sensitive areolas and nipples. The simulated suckling was ceaseless, and each of her breasts was slowly giving up her motherly cream in a short spurt with each alternating suction.

She was being milked like a cow in front of so many strangers, and while being brought from reluctant orgasm to reluctant orgasm. She had never felt so ashamed.

“Look at the size of her udders!” a man barked out, and laugher rang out from the crowd. Tifa flushed further, but didn’t say anything. She knew it wouldn’t make any difference.

One of the Shinra guards popped a pill into her mouth, as he was instructed to do every hour. When she refused to swallow it, he drove his fist into her vulnerable soft belly. Tifa wheezed and the pill went down.

About 30 seconds went by and her pussy began to wantonly flood even more. They were keeping her drugged on aphrodisiacs, making it impossible to ignore the sensations from the beads.

“Haa ... haa ... nnngh goddd!” Tifa moaned, and she quivered as she came, the slow procession of beads making her buck her hips like a whore.

“Slut!” a woman screamed.

“Y-you don’t understand...” Tifa said brokenly, but was interrupted.

“Hey, aren’t you the bitch that fucks chocobos? That video was awesome!”

Tifa’s heart sank. She didn’t know the Stable Master had made a video of that. Was it online?

“Yeah, that’s her! I recognize her too!”

“Yeah! Chocobo slut!”

“Apparently her nickname is Titbags.”

“Well that makes sense. She’s got big fat milkers, doesn’t she?”

Tifa wished she could block them out, but she was forced to listen to the cruel mockery. All while her overly sensitized pussy slowly built up to another humiliating climax. She was perversely thankful at least the rubber chocobo cock in her butt was deep enough to not be visible.

While she quivered on the line of beads, one of the guard watched her boobs. They seemed to be slowly putting out less and less milk with each pulsing suction with only a small trickle of white flowing down each clear tube. He had instructions for when this happened, and punched some keys in the control panel on the wall next to her.

A horizontal slit opened on the wall behind her at the height of her torso.

Fwssht!

With mechanical speed, a half circle metal shelf quickly extended from the slit, encircling her torso just below her breasts and sliding into another horizontal slit on the opposite side. The two slits and with the shelf then slowly raised up a few inches, her fat globes coming to rest heavily on the shelf, lifting them up slightly. The clear tubes continued to suckle her nips, which were barely squirting out any milk now.

Two more mechanical arms extended from holes in the wall above her head, and the ‘hands’ descended down to the tops of her milkbags. Each ‘hand’ was actually four one inch metal balls, spaced apart and gleaming with a chrome finish. They were designed to mimic the four knuckles of a fist, only larger and much harder.

The arms positioned themselves directly over her tits and paused, and for a split second Tifa felt dread. What the hell?

The arms punched hard down.

Thud “Ahngh!!* Tifa’s eyes bulged and she moaned. Each mechanical arm had slammed down onto the tops her mistreated boobs punishingly hard. They were sandwiched between the unforgiving metal shelf below and the metal knuckles of the arms above. Instantly there was a heavy spurt of milk from both her titties, the clear plastic tubes once again flushing white.

Whimpering, she shook as the arms simply remained punched down on her tits, and slowly the milk output slowed again. The line of beads between her legs continued to slickly stimulate her nether orifice, sending feelings of unwanted pleasure to mingle with the throbbing breast pain.

As her milk flow slowed again, the mechanical arms began to move. Still crushing the yielding mammal flesh under its large metal ‘knuckles’ to the shelf below, the arm over her right breast began to slowly slide the metal balls forward, punishingly sliding over the heavy flesh forwards to her suction cupped tit tip. A heavy squirt of milk was wrung out of the crushed milkbag.

“Ohhhhh ow ow ouuch!!!* Tifa trembled, and the arm began to retreat back towards the base of her poor right breast. At the same time, the arm over her left breast took its turn and slowly slid the cruel metal balls forwards to her nipple. A heavy squirt of milk shot from her other tit this time.

Shuddering and crying, Tifa’s previous embarrassment of her predicament fled from her mind. She was much too occupied with coping with the horrible crushing milking she was receiving. Her plump titbags throbbed horribly as the reserves of her motherly dairy was forcefully extracted.

While the metal knuckled arms alternated their slow sliding, Tifa quaked in both pain and another unwanted cum. The beads between her legs just felt too good, teasing her sensitive pearl over and over and over before sliding wetly up between her perfect ass cheeks, the pulleys ceaseless in their stimulation.

After a a minute or two, her milk flow once again lessened to the barest trickle. Even with a breasty chest as well-endowed as hers, she was simply running out of milk to give. Had she been actually nursing a baby, she would have long ago dried up by now. The knuckles uselessly ran over the aching mammaries, but very little milk came forth.

“What do you think man, is she dry?” One of the guards asked, having to raise his voice to be heard over the taunting and cheering crowed.

“Nah, she’s probably got a little more. There’s another setting on the machine, hang on.” The other guard tapped some more keys on the control panel.

The mechanical arms stopped rolling over her tender tits, and lifted up from the reddened boobflesh. Suddenly one of them slammed back down again, punching straight into the flattening boob with its knuckles even harder than the first time.

THUD! “AHH!! Nooo, please!!*

A modest squirt of milk was somehow forced from her tit, the quantity so little it was barely visible in the clear suctioning milking tubes. The mechanical fist raises back up, and then the other arm slammed down, taking its turn on her other breast. They began to alternate, one metal knuckled fist punching down while the other raised.

THUDgasp!THUDgasp!THUDgasp!THUD!gasp!

Tifa could barely breathe, the last drops of her life-giving cream literally being beaten out of her. To better amuse the crowd, the guards yanked the sucking tubes from her nipples. Her milk now weakly sprayed from her bruised funbags with each blow, the horrible milking not even having a purpose as her milk wasn’t even being collected. White droplets fell lewdly from the metal shelf under her tits to the floor below.

Finally not even this procedure yielded any more mommy milk from Tifa. To doubly make sure they got it all, they let the machine pummel her shuddering udders for another 5 minutes, this time both sets of knuckles slamming down at once on both mammaries. The miserable girl could only moan and sob, the thudding blows to her sandwiched wobbly tits producing not a drop of milk.

She had no more milk to give, her milk glands were completely drained, the ducts dry.

She spent the better part of the afternoon and early evening in this accursed machine. Her generous milkbags could mostly refill about once every hour or so, so the guards made sure to keep her hydrated so they could brutally milk her again and again for the gathered crowd. Between milkings, her overstimulated pussy continued to have painful unwanted cums wrung from it, the oily beads of the pulley system never ceasing its work between her legs.

At one point a lanky, dirty looking long haired scientist approached her. Unlike the others in the crowd, the guards did not stop him. He peered into her flushed face, the oiled beads making her stimulated cunt quiver treacherously as it clenched around the lover that wasn’t there. He observed her a moment, then spoke.

“I am Hojo. Have you heard of me?”

“ ... ah! ... n-no ... uh!” Her hips shifted involuntarily as she humped the beads wantonly, unable to resist so much stimulation. She watched the mechanical metal balled hands move into position and her heart dropped. Her boobs still hurt so much, and it was going to milk her again soon.

“A pity. I have heard of you, Tifa. Aerith has spoken of you.”

Tifa’s tore her eyes away from the ominous hands and tiredly focused on him. He knew Aerith? The girl Cloud had brought with him when they were all captured by Corneo so long ago? She wasn’t even sure she was alive anymore.

“Would you like to come with me to see it? It’s my ... guest.”

THUD! “Aannngggh!!!”

The knuckles punched down onto her udders and began to slide forwards, her milk spraying from her boobs lewdly. Tifa nodded frantically.

“Y-yes! Ah! Ow oww yes!! Yes!”

‘ ... Ti ... fa.’

The name vaguely entered Aerith’s mind as she looked through the green glass of her cell. She wasn’t used to having many thoughts anymore, and it startled her a little. She stared blankly at the woman and didn’t even rise up from her hands and knees.

The view was quickly taken away from her as the Shoat, a pig-like bipedal creature, roughly grabbed her head and forced her mouth back down his cock again. Obediently, Aerith resumed gently suckling, as if she was tenderly attending to a lover, and caressed the stubby furry legs softly with her hand. The creature ignored her and pounded down into her throat like it was a pussy.

Gluck Gluck Gluck!

On the other side of the greenish glass Tifa watched dismayed, surrounded by Shinra guards and escorted by Hojo. Her friend was choking on a monster’s cock, but seemed to be mindlessly indifferent about it.

That wasn’t her only partner either. Behind her was a Sahagin, a wet skinned lizard-like man creature that Tifa has seen living in colonies in the sewers before. It was hissing and snaking its long coiling blue tongue deep into her cunt, tasting and exploring her womanhood.

The only thing Aerith wore was a small metallic looking headband on her forehead, like a sort of tiara. A barcode was tattooed on her cute and perky, if modestly sized, right breast - her test subject identification. She was an object to be studied now.

“We give it drugs to increase its fertility. The goal is to breed it with Mako-infused creatures, to pass on its Ancient genes.” Hojo said with disinterest, ‘it’ being Aerith. “Sadly all attempts thus far of securing a viable pregnancy have ended in failure.” He watched the Sahagin slurp the cum out of Aerith’s clenching cunt, the exact opposite of what he wanted, and sighed. “Of course, some of these beasts are too stupid to be of much use.”

Tifa stared. Aerith had clearly looked right at her, but the girl didn’t even react. She wasn’t even sure Aerith recognized her. The naked flower girl was now rolling her bucking hips and trying to push her ass back towards the Sahagin, in an apparent attempt to impale more of her wet pink on his slithering tongue. Deep inside of her, the slippery appendage had penetrated into her womb and wormed down one of her fallopian tubes, the narrow tip licking and tasting at one her her ovaries.

“What have you done to her?” she whispered, horrified. “She’s not herself.”

Hojo shrugged. “Like the mother before her, it was less than willing when it first arrived. I’ve been forced to employ a myriad array of experimental compliance drugs, aphrodisiacs, and electrotherapy. After being drugged for so long now nearly constantly, its brain seems to have become a bit addled. If anything though that just makes it easier to breed.”

To demonstrate, Hojo pressed a button on his watch. The tiara on Aerith’s head lit up with blue sparks, and Tifa could hear her shriek into the Shoat’s cock down her throat. She spasmed and convulsed a bit, her eyes rolling backwards.

He shocked her and shocked her, the current not ceasing. Long seconds went by, Aerith’s eyes watering heavily as she spasmed uncontrollably harder and harder.

“Stop it! You’re killing her!!!” Tifa cried, turning to Hojo, who seemed to be lost in his own thoughts.

“Hm? Oh, right” he said as if remembering he forgot to shut off the lights. He tapped his watch again and the brutal shocks to Aerith’s brain ceased, the naked girl frothing a bit at the mouth around the cock in it. During the whole ordeal, she had never stopped trying to drive her pussy onto the Sagahin’s tongue, rhythmically clenching around it like it was a cock. “Don’t worry, it would take at least ten minutes to be fatal. I usually only push it to 8 or 9.”

“You’re a monster!” Tifa spat at Hojo, who raised an eyebrow. She hadn’t known Aerith for barely more than a moment before they had been captured by Don Corneo, but she still considered her a friend. And no one deserved this.

“No my dear. I am a visionary. I will bring forth the most powerful offspring the world has ever known. The potential is limitless.”

“I ... please, just let her go.” Tifa begged. “Let me talk to her.”

Hojo barked out a short laugh. “Both are out of the question. I will eventually find a way to breed it, and as for talking to it, well, it doesn’t do that anymore. Not a whole lot going on upstairs, you know? No comprehension whatsoever.”

Tifa’s heart fell. So that was it then. She had wanted to tell her Cloud had died, even if she was afraid Aerith would blame her too. But ... Aerith had become a mindless fuckdoll, a thoughtless fleshlight for beasts and monsters. Was she even a person anymore? What made her her was gone.

Tifa was still alone after all.

While Tifa fell back into the pit of despair, Hojo seemed to have redirected his attention to Tifa’s substantial bust. He looked at it quietly, and smiled gently.

“My, but you are quite the dairy bitch aren’t you, my dear?” Tifa wiped her eyes. “W-what?”

Hojo reached out and hefted her heavy tear-drop shaped breast, squeezing and weighing in it hand, evaluating. The substantial girlflesh overflowed between his squeezing fingers, and she tried to twist away.

“You have the perfect udders for milking. I wonder if we could further increase their output, make them more efficient?” “I ... I don’t think-”