Breaking Lockhart

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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*Thwap* *Thwap* *Thwap* *Thwap* *Thwap*

“...ungh...”

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

*Thwap* *Thwap* *Thwap*

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!"

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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.

"It'll get easier for you slut. We're not going to just stop with sucking you know. We're going to train your throat real good."

"..."

Tifa didn't reply, averting her gaze. She knew if she continued to argue she'd be endangering Cloud, and she couldn't let that happen.

The authoritative voice of Don Corneo filled the room. "An excellent point." Corneo had been quietly watching the morning's events unfold. "In fact, let's begin that throat training now."

He had been rewarding his men by letting them use his latest fucktoy as they pleased, but now he wanted to take a more active role again.

Tifa glared at the fat slob that was Corneo, her pussy still wrapped around the softening cock of the man who had just cum inside her. The Don didn't like her defiant eyes.

"In fact, little fuckslut, you should ask us nicely to begin your throat training. Go ahead." Tifa wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but instead remained silent.

Raising an eyebrow, Corneo took out his phone and made a video call. "Work him over. Don't stop unless I tell you." Showing the beleaguered over-fucked woman the screen, Tifa watched wide eyed as Cloud, still tied to the chair, was punched in the face. Again. And again. And again. Then a devastating blow to his stomach knocked the chair over.

"No! Stop! Please! Please, leave him alone!!!" a horrified Tifa cried, watching the man she had feelings for get beaten to a pulp. The thugs on the phone continued to kick Cloud, and one of them aimed for his face. She saw some of his teeth get knocked out and she screamed.

"Stop them! PLEASE!!"

"If you want that, then do as your told! Ask the question!" snarled Corneo.

"Okay! Please, just stop hurting him! I, um..." Tifa hesitated, then steeled herself. "P-please, will you start my t-training."

"What kind of training? Be specific, whore!" The men continued to beat Cloud.

"My th-throat training! Please! My throat training! Please start my throat training!!" She said frantically, tearful.

Corneo regarded her for a moment, then smiled slowly. He spoke into the phone. "Stop. Leave him be for now." The men stopped kicking Cloud, and he ended the call.

"Get her up on the table."

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Tifa gagged and spluttered again, tears leaking from the corner of her eyes to run into her hair. She was face up on the room's dingy table, her head hanging limply over the edge. This gave Corneo and his men a straight shot from her mouth down her narrow throat - her throat that was currently gagging on a long plastic dildo.

Corneo watched as his henchman jammed the pink fake dong deeply into the unfortunate woman's gullet. Tifa writhed miserably but didn't try to stop him. He held the dildo there unmoving, impaling her heartlessly. When he finally pulled it from her throat to let her gasp in a needed breath Tifa turned her head and vomited. The Don looked at her with disappointment.

"Again." Corneo commanded, and the henchman gripped her hair and slammed the dildo back into her convulsing throat, a slight bulge visible in her neck. She spluttered weakly, her eyes red, as she stared up at them miserably. The man roughly began to pound the dildo back and forth, the bulge traveling obscenely.

*Gluck!* *Gluck!* *Glack!* *Gluck!*

"As it stands, your throating skills are pathetic. You have no discipline over your gagging. This dildo might seem big to you, but it's nothing compared to my cock." Corneo bragged, and Tifa already knew from experience he wasn't bluffing. The first time he had used her pussy, she had been so sore after. The Don's cock was exceptionally sized.

"We'll work you up to bigger and bigger dildo sizes until you can keep your gagging to a minimum. Only then will I allow you the privilege of swallowing my cock."

*Gluck!**Glguck!**Glurk!**GLUCK!* *GLUUUCK!* *GLUUUUCK!*

Her struggling throat was pounded brutally hard, the man slamming it with the dildo as hard as he would her pussy. Tifa desperately wanted it to end. Still, though she writhed on the table she didn't try to fight them. She knew what they'd do to Cloud if she did.

Corneo eyed her nipples, still in the pinching grip of the clamps. Amusing himself, he removed the clamps and she shuddered as sensation returned to them. She was better off when they were numbed.

"Upsize the dildo" he said casually, continuing to play with her tits. The man pulled the dildo from her lips and Tifa gasped in her much needed air, then coughed violently. She dry heaved, her stomach already emptied earlier.

Corneo sank his hands into the fleshy milkbags as her chest rose and fell with her panicked breathing, digging his fingers in until they almost disappeared from sight. He was so rough with her sensitive flesh that her mouth opened wider in a gasp of pain. Seizing the opportunity, the thug slammed a slightly longer and thicker dildo down her throat, and Tifa spasmed on the table.

*GLUCK!* *GLACK!* *GLUCK!*

The men didn't show an inkling of concern for her plight. Letting her choke on the pistoning rubber, Corneo changed his grip on her titbags to the sensitive peaks. He pinched hard, and yanked them straight up. Tifa squealed pathetically into the dildo as Corneo stretched her considerable sensitive bosom straight upwards, into twin aching cones. He pulled up so hard her torso lifted a little from the table. He held her there, partially suspended by her mams, jiggling and bouncing her by the wobbly flesh. The copious tears from the corners of her eyes seemed to flow even faster.

"We've neglected these floppy udders. Get the twine, boys." he commanded, continuing to gently bounce her up and down by her stretched tits. One of the henchmen gleefully retrieved a spool of thin but coarse twine. He cut a length and looped it around her left titbag, around the meatiest part in the middle halfway point. When the henchman pulled the loop closed brutally tight, bisecting the breast savagely, she thought her poor boob was getting cut in half. He wrapped the twine in the same spot 3 more times as tight as possible, then tied it off.

Of course, the attention on her breasts didn't mean they stopped her throat training. The too-big dildo continued to be pounded down into her shuddering, convulsing gullet as the henchman began tying her right breast in the same way.

This continued on for the better part of an hour, the men using variously sized dildos on her throat, some larger, some smaller. The final dildo of her 'instruction' involved nearly suffocating on a wicked fat ridged monster. Each painful ridge scraped its way past the tight opening of her throat, scouring the misused convulsing tube. Corneo finally stopped the 'training' when after 10 minutes her muffled cries and gagging slowly faded to only wet defeated squelches, then added another 10 minutes for good measure.

*glg* *glg* *glg* *glg* *glg*

He took the dildo from the man pumping her and yanked it from her gullet, holding it just past her lips. Thick strands of saliva hung and connected it to her lips, and she sucked in a rasping heaving breath. "Have your throating skills improved, slut? Are you ready to show me? Or shall we continue training you?" Corneo asked coldly.

Tifa, tears running all down her cheeks into her tear-soaked hair, tried to speak. "N-no, please" her abused, well-reamed throat rasped out at an odd pitch. Her voice was scratchy and wretched. "No more t-training. Please." She opened her mouth pathetically, to invite him to use her.

Corneo freed his massive cock and rubbed the head slowly over her parted lips. He liked the feeling of her warm breath as she breathed in and out anxiously. Pushing the head into her wet mouth, he slowly slid himself down deeper and deeper. When he felt the battered weakened resistance of the entrance to her throat, he held her head and pushed, forcing his way past.

He wouldn't stop until his entire considerable length was hilted.

Tifa gurgled and blinked, her head limply laying back over the edge of the table, staring at his heavy balls as they pressed against her nose. He was so, so long! Her throat ached as it stretched around the fat shaft. She desperately willed herself not to gag, fighting the powerful instinct. She absolutely did not want to repeat the training with the dildos, but the way he so completely stuffed her gullet was unbearable.

When he started moving she nearly lost it. Seated in her throat Corneo slowly rolled his hips in circles, not caring at all how it affected the struggling woman. She was a stupid slut, and deserved every inch of cockmeat she was given. Every last fucking inch.

He pulled back and she gasped, but a split second later he bucked his hips forward hard. Her lips again wrapped around the very base of his shaft, heavy balls slapping over her nose. Tifa gurgled wretchedly.

*Glrrghh!!*

He did it again. And again.

Really it devolved from throating into more of a skullfucking. He tightly gripped her head, and slammed into her so brutally over and over that she thought he'd cause her brain damage. His pre-cum leaked copiously from the tip, washing over her taste buds and making her wince in revulsion. It mixed with her saliva, and what wasn't forcefully packed down her throat began to leak in little streams from the corners of her mouth.

The Don's men cheered him on, impressed at the display. Watching the defeated exhausted woman struggle to swallow so much cock amused them, and they gathered around the table, passing around cans of beer and enjoying the show. They pinched and mauled at her still tied bisected tits, and took turns fingering her tight snatch. Tifa would have blushed in humiliation if she wasn't so preoccupied with coping with the pulsing throbbing in her boobs, not to mention avoiding suffocation on a giant cock.

*Glug!* *Glurgh!* *Glug!* *Glug!* *Glurk!*

As her lewd throat voiced its total subjugation, one of the men decided Tifa deserved a beer too for putting on such a good show. Two men pushed her thighs apart, splaying her legs open and exposing her previously ravished womanhood. She squealed into the cock down her throat when a beer was pulled from the cooler, and the wet frigid can was pressed against her sexlips.

"Here you go, bitch. Why don't you hold on to this for me?" The thug jeered, and pushed and twisted the freezing can, using his other hand to help pry her labia apart as he drove it home.

When the ice cold metal sank into her hot core, Tifa's hips bucked wildly as she coughed and spluttered on the Don's cockmeat. She shivered, her distressed cunt tightly constricting around the can, trying to pushing it out. The can wasn't long but it was fairly wide, and her shivering pussy ached. Tifa dug her nails into the table beneath her.

The men took turns stuffing her cunt with the cans, each of them letting her 'hold on' to their beer for a moment before opening and drinking it. Most fucked her twat hard with them, and eventually her own juices began to flow from her overworked sex, running from between her legs over her asscheeks. All while Corneo used his seemingly endless stamina to punish her cock-gobbling throat.

By the time Corneo did cum, Tifa was so exhausted she only made the slightest of quiet gurgling noises around his embedded shaft. The brief moments Corneo pulled from her mouth to allow her breath wasn't enough, and she was starved for air. Her eyes had slowly rolled back into her head, showing the whites of her eyes as she limply twitched.

Corneo tensed. He blasted a huge load of his thick baby batter right into her stomach, Tifa's lips wrapped around the very base of his length, nose buried in his balls. In her delirium, her stomach felt fuller and fuller as it filled with the vile spunk.

He held her there, drowning in cum, for what felt like minutes to Tifa but was really only a few seconds. He slowly withdrew his cock, and as it left her lips she sucked in a loud breath, and immediately gasped and coughed violently. She felt like she was going to be sick, but worry for Cloud made her repress it. The residual cum on her lips formed little bubbles, the unfortunate girl feeling utterly debased and used.

Don Corneo smiled, wiping his bitch-breaking cock off in her long raven hair, streaking it with white.

*Cough* *Wheeze* "...P-plea-"

SMACK!

*Gasp!* *Sniffle*

The shuddering Tifa started to say something, to beg him to remove the twine strangling her tits now that he had his fun with her throat. He had slapped her across the face before she could get a word out, snapping her head to the left and making her cheek flush.

"No words, whore. You did a passable job. I guess your throat training worked. Maybe we wont have to kill your boyfriend after all. Maybe." He closed his pants, and turned to leave. He did have to attend to his criminal enterprises sometime after all.

"Have fun with her, boys. Remember, no permanent damage."

The henchmen eagerly encircled Tifa, still laying on her back on the table. Weary and dejected with her head limply hanging over the edge, she slightly parted her cum-glistening lips.

The invitation was not refused. It wasn't long before word spread to all the Don's men and a long line had formed.

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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."

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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."

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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.

*gasp*
*ZZZZZ!!!!"

"AAAARRRGH!!! NGGGH! N-NOO NGHH!!!"

The breath she had taken was immediately expelled out of her in a cry of agony as the cattle prod was again applied to her delicate pussy, this time on high. Corneo didn't just press it to her lips like before, but instead shoved the fat end of the prod as deeply into her sex as possible, the twin jaws cupping her cervix. Her cunt practically sizzled as it discharged the cruel electric charge to her womb, Corneo holding the button down for long, long seconds again and again.

*ZZZZ!!!* *ZZZZZZ!!* *ZZZZZZZZ!!*
"P-PLEASE! P-PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEAAAAASE!" Tifa shrieked and writhed, her voice high pitched and quavering. She tried to squirm and twist away but the Don's men grabbed her, holding her.

*ZZZZZZZ!!!*

Under such brutal treatment, she couldn't hold it anymore and the olive oil she had been holding in her ass for so long shot out. The henchmen in the room cheered. Corneo looked at her with disgust, some of the oil on his otherwise immaculate shoes. Finally he pulled the cattle prod out of her.

"What did I tell you would happen if you didn't keep the oil in?" Corneo asked coldly.

Tifa, her chest pumping sexily as she hyperventilated and wept, blanched white. "No! No, p-please! It just hurt so bad, I'm sorry! Please, don't cut off another of his fingers!" Cloud's eyes widened, and he yelled something into his gag.

Corneo nodded at one of the henchmen, and the man pulled a knife from his boot.

"NO PLEASE! I'll do anything! Please, don't hurt him. Punish me instead!" Tifa cried desperately. "I've been a bad girl, so punish me instead, not Cloud!"

Corneo held up a hand, stopping the henchmen. He looked bemused, thoughtful.

"What if I want to cut off your finger instead? You'd rather I do that?"

Tifa looked wide eyed and tearful, but steeled herself. She nodded.

"Y-yes. But please...please don't. I'm really sorry."

Corneo considered, then smiled. Tifa felt a shiver run down her spine at that smile. "I accept your proposal. We'll punish you instead. But - " he held up a finger. "The manner of your punishment is yet to be determined."

"You're going to give me a nice, slow titfuck. IF you impress me, I'll consider not cutting off your finger, or your boyfriend's. I'll find another less permanent way to punish you."

Don Corneo retrieved a chair and sat down comfortably. He looked at the scared girl.

Tifa nodded slowly. She couldn't fuck this up. "I...o-okay. - agh!!" She yelped as frigid cold water blasted into her. One of Corneo's henchmen turned on a high pressure hose and soaked Tifa head to toe, hosing her down and washing away all the oil she had expelled from her ass into a drain in the floor. After a few moments, the shivering girl was clean again, her sheer white t-shirt plastered over her jiggling mammaries now entirely transparent, her teats standing at attention.

"Thought you'd like her cleaned up first, boss." the henchman said with a grin.

Don Corneo laughed and nodded. "Indeed. She may be a whore but she doesn't have to be a dirty one." He fixed his gaze back on Tifa then indicated his shoes. "You made a mess on my shoes earlier whore. Clean it up."

Wet and cold, Tifa looked at his leather shoes, glistening with oil that had been inside her ass. She looked around, but no cloth or anything was given to her, only stares. The only thing she could use to clean with was her shirt.

Unwilling to expose her boobs before absolutely necessary, she did the only thing she could think of. The fabric was too small and tight to gather into her hands, clinging to her torso like a second skin, so she knelt down and prostrated herself at his feet. Blushing, she started to rub her breasts over his feet, hoping the soaked fabric would clean up some of the oil.

It didn't. The shirt was simply too wet to soak up any oil, and all she ended up doing was sliding her generous wet mounds over his shoes.

"Not working? Try using your tongue, slut." He kicked her breast and Tifa gasped at the shooting pain. She moved to do as he said, sniffling.

"o-okay..."

She curled up into a ball and extended her tongue hesitatingly. The first lick across his shoes filled her mouth with the taste of dirt, leather, and olive oil. Olive oil that was infused with the repugnant flavor of her own ass. Shuddering, she licked again along the crease where the shoe met the sole.

Slowly she worked her way over both shoes, licking up the taste of her own ass and feeling worth less than dirt. She cried the whole time, leaving little droplets of tears on Corneo's immaculately cleaned feet. Finally he spoke.

"That's enough. It's time for the titfuck." Shuddering, Tifa rose from the ground.

"You're going to have to lose the shirt." Corneo smiled.

Before Tifa could remove it herself, the man that had wielded the hose grabbed the flimsy garment at the neckline. With a loud rip he shredded the tight, wetly clinging fabric, and her fat titties bounced into view, still capped by the small pink egg-shaped vibrators. Tifa felt another wave of embarrassment and resentment. She had worked and begged so hard to be allowed that tiny bit of modesty for her chest, and it had been so callously destroyed in an instant.

"Allow me to prepare her for you Sir" he said to Don Corneo, who nodded.

*Slap!*
*Ow!* The man who had ripped the shirt off slapped her liberated tits, and she indignantly tried to cover them. She twisted away from him, but was promptly grabbed by another henchman and forced to face him again, arms held behind her.

*Slap!* *Slap!* *Slap!*
"Owww! Leave me alone! Ouch!"
*Slap!* *Slap!*

The man slapped her dancing funbags again and again, deliberately aiming for the nipples, until he finally managed to slap off each of the taped on egg vibrators. "There you go slut. Now those udders are ready for the Don. Get to it." She glared at him furiously.

Completely naked and wet, Tifa approached the sitting Don and fell to her knees. Her pussy throbbed with need from the aphrodisiac in her system, but she was to give him a titjob. Looking emotionally broken, she fiddled with his pants and freed his erect cock, then moved to cup her chest.

"Hold up, whore. I think we've been neglecting your needy pussy. I know how much you like having your cunt stuffed." At his instruction, a long fat vibrator was brought out. Tifa didn't dare protest.

They pushed it into her very wet core while she leaned on the Don's legs, pressing her tits to his knees. The entrance to her sex strained to wrap around the girthy thing.

"Ungh! God..." she moaned as it was driven home. Straps running from an small eyebolt in the base to around her waist held it fully inserted. When it was turned on to low, her thighs shot together and she squirmed.

"ugggh!! mnnnnngh!!!" she couldn't help but moan. He drug-addled body was just so sensitive right now, and even the low setting was too much for her. She felt her arousal spike, and the henchman spanked her ass.

Taking the cue, Tifa cupped her generous freshly-slapped melons again and wrapped them around Don Corneo's impressive dick. Slowly, she started pumping his shaft, pressing her soft tits together around him.

"Damn. These are some fantastic titties." Corneo grinned, enjoying the feeling. He grabbed her cheek and hooked a thumb into her mouth to make her look at him. "That's why we call you Titbags, isn't it whore? Because the only thing of worth you have is your big fat knockers." Tifa averted her eyes, and the Don pulled his thumb from her mouth to slap her face.

Slap!

Eyes watering at the sting, Tifa kept pumping her hefty milkbags up and down on the Don's shaft. The low-setting vibrator in her cunt was driving her insane, pushing her arousal so high but not high enough to climax. Her thighs just squirmed, toes curling, as the frustrated girl did her best to bring the Don off with her tits.

After going at it for a few minutes, the combination of the vibrator and her efforts was making her start to sweat. Smiling and leaning back, the Don reveled in the slippery feeling of her sweaty funbags.

"Fuck that's good." he groaned. "One of you bring her some oil."

Momentarily stopping the titfuck, Tifa took the bottle of oil. Sniffling, she poured the slippery liquid all over her mouth-watering tits and started to rub it in. The fat udders glistened provocatively, and she once again wrapped them around the Don's meat. She would do her best to please him. She had to.

"Fuuuuck" he said with a grin, bucking his hips up, fucking the sweaty oily cleavage. "Push them together tighter." Blushing, Tifa complied, the tight valley of feminine flesh squeezing his manhood lovingly while she bounced them up and down.

His length was so impressive that the cockhead would occasionally jab her chin. "When I cum, I want you to swallow it all. Do you hear me bitch? Don't waste a fucking drop."

"o-okay." Tifa worked his pistoning cock between her bust, and when he tensed she took the tip into her mouth, still cradling the shaft between her boobs.

To say the salty sperm flooded her mouth was an understatement. The initial splash was so forceful that cum shot up and out of her nose. Don Corneo's load was like a never ending torrent, and Tifa gulped and gulped his hot sticky seed down, eyes watering. His heavy balls twitched but she kept her slick boobs pressed around him, her mouth gently suckling him dry. She drank her lewd milkshake straight from the source and shuddered, fighting down the urge to vomit. That would end in disaster.

She drained his balls as best she could, obediently swallowing it all down. She slowly rubbed one breast then the other up and down the shaft as he came, alternating. Her mouth finally released his cock with a wet pop, and remembering how he told her not to waste a drop she wiped the excess cum that shot out of her nose with her fingers and licked it off. Despite trying to be tough for Cloud, she started to cry a little.

"Was that okay?" she asked weakly, red eyed. "Please don't punish me too much. I tried my best." She shifted uncomfortably, folding her legs to the side. The vibrator between her milky thighs still gently buzzed away and kept her edging.

The Don smiled. "You did well enough. Enough to where I, generously, will not cut off a finger. You should be grateful."

Tifa looked relieved and nodded. "I-I am. Really. Th-thank you so much." She kept her boobs pressed around his cock, afraid to take them off without permission.

"But I am going to punish you in another way. You were told to keep that oil in your ass, and you failed. And I detest people that fail me." Tifa looked apprehensive, nervous of what could be coming.

The Don gestured and Tifa was blindfolded again. He was going to attend to her punishment session back at the mansion in privacy. Tifa just wished she could have had one last look at Cloud. She hoped he'd forgive her.

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The sound of leather singing as it sailed through the air was broken as the heavy strap kissed Tifa's upthrust breasts.

*THWACK!*

"Ungh!!!! Godddd!!"

She was in Corneo's private room, tied face-up to a horizontal low-mounted barrel. Arched backwards severely, her head hung backwards and upside down on one side, her legs on the other. The voluptuous girl formed a half-circle with her body. Her prominent tits jutted upwards on the topside of the barrel, their weight causing them to sag slightly to her sides. Her delicate nipples reached for the ceiling.

This was her punishment session, for failing to keep her high-volume oil enema contained in her ass. The fact that it had been Corneo shocking her cunt with a cattle prod that caused her to fail didn't matter.

*Thwack!* *Thwack!*

"Ungh!! N-no!!! Please!"

Corneo brought the thick heavy two inch wide strap down again on the shuddering milkbags, flattening them to her chest wall. Each stroke made them briefly look like thick pancakes.

*Thwack!* "Don't" *Thwaack!!* "ever' *Thwock!* "disappoint me" *Splat!* "Again!" *SPLAAAT!!*

"Ngh!!! Owwww!!!! AghH!!!" Tifa's fat wobbling udders shook as they absorbed blow after blow. Gone was the vibrator keeping her edging, gone were the effects of the aphrodisiac. All she felt now was throbbing breast pain, welt after welt being beaten into the soft feminine orbs.

Tifa's red upside down face had tears rolling down her cheeks, dripping to the floor below. The blood pounded in her skull from her severely arched position.

"It's not my fault!" she cried miserably. "You were hurting me so bad!" Corneo smiled and set the strap down, and sank his fingers into both of her strapped mommy milkers. He squeezed hard, like he was trying to make them burst, and Tifa fell into wracking sobs.

"Owww!! P-please n-not so h-hard!!" *sob*

"It doesn't matter if I'm hurting you. You need to follow your instructions regardless, or else I hurt you even worse." His fingers nearly sank from sight into the throbbing mammaries, and she twisted uselessly in her bonds. Her spine practically creaked from the pressure of her arched posture over the barrel. He roughly squeezed and mauled her chest callously.

"Nghh! Godd, stooooop, please! Ah! Ah!" she grunts, her breath hitching at the manhandling of her treasures. In response, Corneo simply brutally punches each breast, deeply bruising her boobs all the way to their tender centers.

"AHH!! Owwww!!" Grinding his knuckles downward, her yielding breastflesh seemingly tried to swallow up his fists. Changing tactics, he grips and pinches her stubborn nipples. Digging in his nails savagely, he reverses course and yanks upwards, stretching the generous globes into taut cones. He leans back hard, trying to lift the heavy barrel she's strapped to from the ground by her teats. It shifts a little but remains planted. Tifa could only wheeze and sob, her fingers and toes curling uselessly.

*Yank* *Yank* *Yank* *Yank*
"OH! AH! AHH!! AHH!!"
With each mighty yank two of the feet of the barrel stand lift slightly from the floor, and Tifa begins to hyperventilate between her high pitched shrieks.

Don Corneo grinned. He could listen to this whore cry out all day. He yanks up on the udders one final time and holds her there, mouth open in a silent scream, before letting the nipples agonizingly slide out of his fingers. Free of their dreadful load the fat fucksacks wobble back into shape.

*SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAP!*
*Gasp!* *Gasp!* *Gasp!* *broken sobs*

With an open palm he slaps the shimmying flesh powerfully, making the buxom whore's tits dance and bounce across her chest. He made a game of slapping the undercurves, seeing if he could get her tits to flop hard enough to hit her chin. If she wasn't arched backwards so severely over a barrel, he might have succeeded.

*SLAP!* *SLAP!* *SLAAP!* *SLAAP!* *SLAAAAP!!!*

Snot ran from Tifa's nose as she bawled her eyes out. His hand smarting, he picks his leather strap back up and applies a light coat of oil to it.

"You're fortunate I'm only hurting you, whore. You saw I have no problem taking my frustrations with your shortcomings out on your little boytoy." Tifa thought of how brutalized Cloud had been when she saw him, and another fresh tear rolled down her cheek.

"...I hate you so much." she whispers. She heard the sound of leather moving through the air.

*THWAP!* *THWACK!* *THWAAAACK!!!!*

"Ungh!! G-Gah!!!! UGH!!!!"

Don Corneo cruelly punished her funbags harder and harder, losing track of time and humming happily as if he were an artist at work. As the bruises and welts overlapped on the reddened jiggling girlflesh, Tifa came to a conclusion in her pain-induced delirium.

This man was pure sadism. He had already maimed Cloud because of a minor infraction of hers. He might very well try to kill them both regardless of her compliance.

She had to try to escape.

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.

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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.

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"...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."

"Ahh!! Godd!!!"

The white chocobo grew impatient, and shifted to get better leverage. Letting out a huff, it lunged powerfully, and Tifa's besieged lubed up ass finally gave in. The entire girth of the cockhead slipped past the tight anal ring, and slid in a good 3 inches. With each inch her ass swallowed Tifa shook and shuddered, biting her lip hard with her eyes squeezed shut.

"Ungh!!! OWwww!!!"

3 inches was nothing.

The chocobo excitedly pressed further, and another 3 inches sank in. And again. And again.

Tifa felt like four summer sausages were snaking up into her butt, which wasn't that far from the truth. Her breath hitched loudly as the Chocobo pulled back 2 inches, then slammed in another 5. Spittle flew from her gasping mouth.

*Gasp* "UNGH!!! OWWWGODDDD IT HURTS!! NGHH!!!"

With no cervix to get in the way, the chocobo was free to shove as much of its huge cock into Tifa as it wanted. And it wanted to shove it all in.

Getting into a rhythm, the slow slapping sound of a deep fucking filled the air. Tifa grunted loudly with each brutal penetration into her sore ass. It was so, so deep inside. Its cock was 1.5 times as long as the last, and each time it thrust a little more cock was fed into her overstuffed butt.

"AhHGH!! UNGGH! GNGH!!"
After a minute or two it was nearly hilted inside of her, the brutal dong making a visible traveling bulge in her flat stomach.

"Hrugh! AngH! Ughh! Gahh!!" Tifa grunted deeply, each complete thrust now slamming her ass against the hips of the stupid bird beast. It lowered its head over the stocks near hers and she could hear its deep animalistic breathing, and she felt utterly dominated.

All chocobos would leak a large amount of pre-cum, and this one was no exception. Tifa felt a watery wetness flowing into her as the chocobo did its best to rearrange her insides. Gasping and sobbing, she shook like a leaf as the rough, scaly cock reamed her aching butt, flooding it with its mating juices.

"Ungh! Ugh! AgH! It's g-going - Ngh! - to k-kill - Agh!! - me!!!!"

Her asstube was on fire, on the cusp of ripping. The pre-cum inside her was accumulating quickly and soon her tortured ass began to leak around the meat filling it. The Chocobo slammed into her again and stilled, and the first real load of thick cum erupted into her. There was so much of it flowing into her, and it ran from the nearly splitting hole in small rivulets down over her still partially agape pussy, to drip lewdly to the floor below.

While Tifa was busy coping with having an impromptu cum enema, the Stable Master went to the small fridge in the back. He kept breeding samples of chocobo cum, for use on female chocobos when breeding wasn't taking. He took out a few samples and poured them into two tall glasses.

"Ungh! ugh! There's - Ungh! - m-more?! ugh! ugh!" Tifa grunted incredulously as the breeding continued, the still hard beast immediately resuming pounding her soaked insides after cumming, only even faster. She then felt her head being jerked back by her hair. She stared up at the cold face of the Stable Master.

"When he cums again, you're going to drink this. Understand? It's not optional, if you want my help."

She looked at the two glasses and realized immediately it wasn't milk. Her breath caught in her throat at a particularly hard thrust, and she just nodded her grimacing face sorrowfully. She'd do whatever it took to get out of this place.

He continued to hold her head wrenched back by the hair, waiting for the white chocobo to start cumming. While he waited he tightened his grip savagely, bringing fresh gasps of pain to her lips while staring into her red eyes.

Eventually the bird let out a huff and slammed into Tifa's impaled ass with 3 strong strokes, then held still, hilted. He acted fast, and brought the glass to her lips, tilting it up and flooding her mouth with Chocobo spunk.

"Drink you disgusting slut."

Fresh tears ran down her cheeks as Tifa felt hot chocobo cum gushing into the deepest parts of her bowels like a firehose, while simultaneously barely choking down gulp after gulp of ice cold chocobo cum. He wouldn't let her breathe, pinching her nose and pouring more and more, her throat working to swallow it all down. If he didn't stop soon, she was going to throw up.

Meanwhile, her ass was filling at an alarming rate. The massive cock erupted and just wouldn't stop, rope after thick rope of fresh cum inundating her bowels like a flood. She was already pretty full from the first gargantuan load, so the pressure quickly built up. She gurgled miserably as she felt something give way, and cum flooded from her bowels into her stomach. She gulped again, and her stomach ached as it was filled from both ends, swelling with cum.

With the chocobo holding still, still hilted in her ass but no longer cumming, he removed the glass from her lips. She gasped in a wet breath.

*Gasp* *cough.* "W-wai-" *Gurgle*

He immediately brought the second glass to her lips, drowning her protest, still pinching her nose. She gulped and gulped desperately, her lungs burning. She didn't want to drown in cum. Her stomach ached as it swelled with even more bitter spunk from this second glass.

After what seemed like an eternity, she finally drank it all. Tifa gasped and retched, and thought she was going to be sick.

"Throw up and we start over." The Stable Master said, and her eyes widened. Heaving and rasping, she somehow managed to not vomit. She felt miserable.

"P-please. Th-that's enough, right?" she said weakly, her head hanging in shame, not even meeting his eyes. "I d-did what you w-wanted. P-please help me e-escape." her lips glistened wetly with cum, and her ass ached, still impaled on an ungodly amount of slowly softening cockmeat.

The Stable Master took out his phone and made a call. "Sorry to wake you Don. Yes Sir, it's important. I've found something you lost."

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"I'm glad you're back, Titbags."

"Mmhphhghh!!..." Tifa Lockhart moaned miserably into her ball gag. She didn't know she could feel this much pain.

Don Corneo was absolutely livid with her for attempting to escape. He had ordered her cleaned up and brought to him immediately, and wasted no time beginning her well-deserved punishment. He didn't care how exhausted she was from her time with the Stable Master.

Tifa was currently gagged and blindfolded, and hung suspended from the ceiling. Her wrists were cuffed behind her back to her elbows, and rope ran from around her shoulders to an eyebolt in the ceiling, then back down to an asshook embedded in her heart shaped ass. Her stuffed butt was supporting half of her weight, and her legs were doubled up, ankles strapped to her thighs.

Corneo flicked the bullwhip with his wrist.

*Crack!*

"MMPHMHM!!!!" Tifa writhed in the air as the whip kissed her between her legs. Her pussy instantly lit up like it had been set on fire, her thighs shaking uncontrollably.

*Crack!* *Crack!*

"MHMMH!!!!" she sobbed brokenly into her gag, the blindfold robbing her of the ability to even see the strikes coming. Corneo put the whip down.

"How are those fat udders of yours? Comfortable?"

Tifa couldn't answer him, but her breasts were throbbing horribly. The Don had individually tied the base of each of her breasts with thin rope. He cinched the rope so ghastly tight that her mushroomed darkening tits bulged obscenely, and her pink slut tips were pointed and hard from the terrible internal pressure. A D-ring hung from each short end of the ropes.

Not content, he further punished her fuckbags by hanging heavy weights from those D-rings. Tifa now had about 20 pounds hanging from each dangling strangled breast, the sore globes pulled from her chest like balls. The weights clanked together below her.

"I think they can take some more weight. Fat mammaries like these were made to take some serious punishment, don't you think?" Ignoring her muffled tearful reply, he attached another 10 pound weight to each tit, bringing the total to 30 pounds each. The very roots of her breasts strained, the tremendous pull making Tifa wheeze pitifully as the pounding soreness increased.

*Crack!* *Crack!* *Crack!*

Her broken muted sobs quietly filled the air as he whipped her cunt some more. How dare she fucking try to escape? She didn't realize how good she had it before, now...now he was going to make her really suffer. He pulled the whip back and swung as hard as he could, furious.

*CRAAACK!*
"MMMHHNNGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

Tifa shook violently and started pissing herself as the whip split her delicate cuntlips and delivered its devastating lash to her clit. Annoyed at this, Corneo lashed her again.

*CRACK!*

Tifa was hysterical in her bondage, and wiggled and writhed as much as she could. Her form simply swayed too in fro in the air gently.

"How fucking DARE you try to escape." He said for the 20th time. Turning his attention back to her suffering bosom, he opened a case of steel needles and knelt down. Roughly grabbing one of the strangled and maltreated boobs, he instantly shoves the 3 inch long needle directly through her nipple into the breastflesh below.

Fresh muffled screams met his ears, and he smiled. So the bitch liked that, did she? Then he'd help her savor it. Taking another needle, he slowly this time drove all three sharp inches of steel into her other nipple, impaling her generous breastflesh through the so-sensitive tit-tip.

Each heartless half inch that entered her tender milkbag produced a corresponding new tear that dripped from around her soaked blindfold. Slowly he worked, stopping the insertion to pull on the heavy weights then resuming, drawing out the process and making the poor buxom slut sob heavily.

She blubbered and tried unsuccessfully to beg through her ball gag, but it wouldn't have done her any good even if Corneo could understand her. Finally both her fat tits were skewered all the way to their centers.

Aroused at her pain, he picked up his whip again.

*CRACK!* * CRACK!* *CRACK!*
"MMMNNGGGH!!!! MGGGNGG!!! MGNGHG!!!!!"

After three more powerful cracks of the whip into her defenseless cunt, he decided her fuckflaps were blushing sufficiently. He takes a toothed clamp and snaps it onto her welted clit, and Tifa's eyes bulged as she spasmed and quaked in misery. He opened his pants, freeing his hard on, and unceremoniously shoved it into her pain-wracked womanhood. Gripping her hips so hard he bruised her alabaster skin, he started his punishing fuck.

Tifa swung back and forth as he pounded her, her weight still supported by ropes to her shoulders and asshook. Her ass burned, but it was her pendulous weight-adorned titbags that really captivated her attention. With each uncaring thrust into her whipped and clit-clamped cunt the heavy weights tugging down on her dangling boobs swung and jumped, yanking on the abused breastflesh with savage effect.

He fucked long and hard, trying to make it hurt as much as possible. As he shot his load into her he reached around and grabbed her throttled and needle impaled funbags, squeezing his fingers into them as hard as he could. She whimpered pathetically.

Pulling out, he walked around and wiped his cock in her hair, as he liked to do. He sneered down at her.

"Do you remember what I told you I'd do if you disobeyed me? If you tried to escape?"

Tifa's heart dropped. She cried harder into her blindfold. She did remember.

Don Corneo suddenly ripped her blindfold off. She raised her head and squinted in the light, then her wet eyes widened in horror. A beaten Cloud was sitting, gagged and tied to a chair, not 10 feet in front of her. One of Don Corneo's henchmen had a gun to his head.

His eyes held hers captive. She'd never seen his eyes look like that. They were soft, full of both tenderness and regret. Almost as if to tell her he was sorry.

The Don nodded, and there was a loud bang.

Red. So much red.

Tifa's eyes widened in despair and denial as she watched Cloud's brains get blown out. She stared, the world in slow motion, out of tears to cry.

She had failed him utterly. She had lost everything.

*CRACK!!*
Corneo's whip ripped the clit clamp off of her as it licked at her decimated cunt again, but that's not why she was screaming.

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3 weeks later.

*Thwack!*
"Five!"
*THWACK!*
"Oh! S-six!"
*TWHACK!*
"Ah! S-Seven!*

Tifa was in the middle of her morning tit caning. After her intense punishment for attempting escape, Corneo had ordered his men to cane her tits 10 times each morning as part of her daily routine.

When they would come to wake her, Tifa would rise from the floor and squat, her hands cuffed behind her. She'd push her chest out and count the strokes, or else they'd start over.

*THWACK!*
"Uh! E-Eight!! Oh g-god...."

The hard cane slammed across the nipples, and the jiggling mommy milkers blushed as they took their daily punishment. It seemed like her breasts were always sore now.

*THWACK!*
"Nine!"

Tifa shook, steeling herself for the final blow. The henchman did not disappoint, swinging the cane slightly upwards to send her tits flopping to her chin.

*THWAAAACK!!!!*
"Ahhh!! G-god!!! T-Ten!!"

Tifa breathed rapidly, and sniffled. She'd never get used to this sort of pain in her boobs first thing in the morning.

"Eat up bitch."

The guard dumped the water out of her dog bowl and filled it with some sort of edible sludge. Don Corneo used to permit her sleeping restraints removed when she awoke, but now that he didn't trust her she always had her wrists cuffed to her elbows behind her. She fell to the ground on her knees, ass up in the air, and supported her weight on her freshly caned tits. She quietly began to slurp at the disgusting slop.

It tasted awful, but she didn't care. She didn't care about much of anything anymore, ever since she watched Cloud die. Ever since she killed him. She teared up for the thousandth time as she ate.

Now that he was dead, really there wasn't any reason she wasn't fighting the Don and his men. They couldn't blackmail her anymore. By all rights, she should be planning the best way to ambush a guard and fight her way out or die trying.

That was what the old her would have done. But Tifa didn't care anymore. They had broken her spirit, killed the man she loved and even convinced her it was her fault. Then they showed her footage of the Sector 7 plate dropping, wiping out her home, and that broke the camel's back. Maybe Cloud could have stopped that. Everyone she ever cared for was dead. And she caused it all.

She didn't deserve to escape. She deserved all the abuse she got.

Don Corneo strode into her 'room' and Tifa awkwardly clambered to her feet. Her food messily ran down her chin since she was unable to wipe it off. She looked at him quietly.

"As vile a slut as ever I see." he sneered, and she looked down at the ground.

"We're going on a trip to Shinra Headquarters."

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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.

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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.

*THUD* *gasp!* *THUD* *gasp!* *THUD* *gasp!* *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!"

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'...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-"

Hojo's phone rang, interrupting the conversation. "Yes, that's correct, I have her here. I see. Very well." He hung up.

"It seems our time together must come to an end. You have been missed."

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*Thud!*
"AGH!! P-plea-"

*THUMP!*
"Gngh! No! No-"

*Thud!!*
*broken sobbing.*

Tifa was on display again, this time in Shinra's employee breakroom. Many people at Shinra had lost friends and family fighting Avalanche, and the President had thought giving them an outlet to take out their grief and frustrations on would improve company morale.

And what could be more therapeutic than giving a hard public tit caning to a fat-breasted Avalanche slut?

They had shackled her to a movable metal wheel on the wall, her limbs stretched out in an X position. Any employee could take a numbered ticket and wait their turn for a three minute crack at Tifa. An array of canes, whips, clamps, and other ghastly instruments were on a nearby table, and two guards ensured nothing got too out of hand.

Tifa grunted loudly as the fat balding man slammed the bamboo cane one final time into her shuddering milkbags. His time up, he spit in her face.

"I lost my son to you people." he said angrily, and left to go to the back of the line to get another ticket.

Tifa exhaled a pained breath. Her boobs hurt. A lot. But her cramping bowels were also throbbing, the huge rubber chocobo dildo that Corneo had put inside her still present. Somehow no one at Shinra had discovered it yet, but she wasn't sure how much longer that was going to last.

"NEXT!"

Tifa wearily watched the next suited man approach. Grinning, he walked up to her and squeezed her sore tits roughly.

"Ouch. Please don't do that. J-just leave me alone."

"Oh yes. These are a good size, aren't they?" He released them and slapped the already blushing red boobs once, then smiled. "Everyone is decorating them so nicely. But there's a place they forgot, isn't there?"

Before she could reply the man had grabbed the wheel she was mounted to and spun it, spinning her upside down with her hair hanging to the floor. He then slid the wheel upwards until her breasts were at the proper whipping height.

Upside down the blood pounded into Tifa's head. What interested the man though was how it made her titbags lay. The heavy flesh flopped downwards with the nipples pointing to her chin, exposing the as-yet unmarked alabaster undersides of her breasts. Virgin mammal flesh that hadn't yet been properly attended. She watched him pick up a leather strap and her face blanched.

"P-please don't. They're already so sore."

The man drew his arm back, and she closed her eyes bracing herself.

*Thwack!* "ungh!"

The fucksacks bounced lewdly, a single light red stripe appearing on the perfectly white skin. Emboldened, the man swung harder.

*THWACK!* "Ungh!"
*THWAAACK!* "UNGGGH St-stop!*
*THWACK!* "PLEASE!!"

The soft undersides, naturally sensitive, burned under the unforgiving leather. Fresh red stripes angrily etched into existence, but still the buxom whore had so much unmarked breastflesh.

He'd fix that.

*THWACK!* *THWACK!* *THWACK!* *THWACK!* *THWAAACK!* *THWACK!*
Tifa's sobs filled the air, the onlookers smiling and making mental notes. She struggled uselessly, writhing on the wheel while hot tears dripped down her face to run into her hair.

He had drawn back to deliver what must have been the 25th stroke when the guards called time up. The man looked at the well-punished fuckbags, how the tender undersides were now a nearly uniform blushingly bright red. That would have to do.

He quickly raised the strap and brought it crashing down as hard as he could between her splayed legs, right onto her vulnerable pussy.

*SPLAT!*
*Gasp* "Aaaaaghhh!!!!" *broken sobbing.*
Tifa's thighs quivered as she desperately tried to close her legs.

The guard raised an eyebrow, and the man shrugged, setting the strap back on the table before leaving. "Sorry, couldn't resist."

The guard shook his head. "NEXT!"

Not given any time to recover or rest, the wheel was slid lower so that her lower body was more accessible. Tifa next found her intimate holes being explored by fat fingers. Still upside down, she grunted as the man put in one, then two, then four of his pudgy digits into her cunt.

"ngh! not so -ah!- r-rough..." she complained, then gasped as he started to work in his thumb. Suddenly he shoved his whole hand down inside of her, twisting it.

"Ohhh! OWwww!!" Her toes flexed as the man sadistically curled his fingers into a fist inside of her, then abruptly pulled his closed fist straight back out. With a lewd wet pop, the punishingly wide knuckles squeezed past her spasming entrance.

Tifa gasped and hyperventilated and the man moved to her rear hole. He exploringly pushed two fingers into her butt, but immediately felt something in the way.

"The fuck? The whore already has something in her ass!"

The crowd laughed and Tifa's eyes watered in fresh humiliation. It was the oversized rubber chocobo cock Don Corneo had completely forced into her butt before bringing her here. She had hoped it somehow wouldn't be discovered.

"Holy shit, this thing is huge!" The man managed to get a couple of fingers around the buried base, and pull back on it. Slowly the huge toy, as wide as nearly four summer sausages and long enough to tickle the deepest recesses of her rectum, began to emerge. Tifa groaned, the feeling of the dildo sliding through her insides making her quiver.

"No, please! Just...just leave it alone" she said tearfully.

When he finally got it completely out, the crowd looked in awe. Then they cheered.

They cheered even louder when the man squirted the barest amount of lube into her winking ass. Tifa knew what was coming.

"Please no! No, I'm begging you!"

He then lined it back up and, using both hands and his weight, slammed it back in.

"UNNGHH!!! GODDD!!!*

Not letting go, he immediately began a brutal forceful assfuck, using both his arms to completely drive the monstrously huge rubber dong up her butt. It was modeled after the white chocobo's cock in the Don's stables, only it had been upsized 15%.

*THWUMP!* *THWUMP!* *THWUMP!* *THWUMP!*
"OWW! AHH! AH!!! P-PLEA - AHH! AHH!!"

Fresh tears of pain burst from her eyes as her cheeks wobbled in time to the pounding. Tifa's obscene udders also jiggled and flopped violently, still dangling down nearly to her chin. The man was absolutely destroying her, reaming her ass out completely with only the barest hint of lube.

"30 seconds left" the guard advised.

The man looked at the guard, disappointment evident on his face, but made the most of his time. Continuing to decimate her poor insides, he started twisting the dildo with each forceful thrust into her ass. Slowing down, he'd briefly hold it completely hilted inside and flex it side to side, stretching her asstube and making her grunt pitifully, before pounding and twisting it in another savage stroke.

"Time's up."

*Slap!*
"Ungh!"

Taking his inspiration from the man before him, he spanked her bare pussy once before leaving. He left the base of the brutal chocobo dildo sticking out of her ass, available for the others to see and use if they so wished.

"W-wait. Will you at l-least take it o-out?* she called to him tearfully, watching his back.

"NEXT!"

A big brutish man stepped forward. He was built like a goliath, and wasted no time.

*THUD!* *THUD!*
" - !!!"

The very first thing he did was slam his fist first straight into her soft belly, then again right over where her womb lay. The breath was knocked out of Tifa, and she hung with her eyes bulging, her mouth open in a breathless gasp, unable to suck in any air.

Not missing a beat, he picked up a wicked looking vibrator. It had rough metal pyramid studs all along its 8 inch length, and its girth was considerable, a little wider than a coke can. A single pointed stud capped the tip, pointing straight up.

Hovering over the breathless inverted woman's splayed apart legs, he parted her labia roughly with his fingers, then pushed in the end of the vibrator. Her cuntlips stretched barely enough to slip over the width. He slammed the base of his palm into the base, and the rough studded toy halfway disappeared up her too-tight clenching fuckpipe. After a second and third blow from his palm the remaining inches sank into her, the pointed tip seating itself into the little hole of her cervix.

Tifa finally managed to wheeze in a pathetic breath, then screamed.

"AHHH-Hgh - !!!!!"

The scream was cut off as he savagely punched her in the belly again, right over where the studded vibrator lay, again knocking the wind from her. He twisted and pushed his knuckles into her, punishingly grinding her sensitive internal sexflesh over the wicked studs. Hot tears flowed in rivers into her hair, the poor girl desperately writhing on the wheel.

"Avalanche bitch. I'm going to fuck you up so bad." The guard raised his eyebrows but didn't stop him. He'd observe for now.

The huge man flipped a switch on the vibrator, and all hell broke loose for Tifa. Powerful pulsing vibrations, too powerful, made her sensitive pink insides oscillate and shake tortuously hard. It was far too much stimulation, and her thighs desperately tried to snap shut, to no avail.

The man gripped the end of the huge chocobo dildo up her ass and twisted it, then pulled it out halfway to slam it back in brutally. Tifa wheezed, catching her breath again.

"NGHGH!! UNNNGH! W-WHY!??"

She couldn't tell what was worse, the intense vibrations in her pussy or the achingly splitting reaming her ass was getting. Then the vibrator, having been on for 30 seconds, suddenly blasted her cunt with 5 seconds of electricity.

The voltage traveled through each metal stud in contact with her pussy walls, making them cramp and clench powerfully.

Tifa knew which was worse now.

Grinning, the man continued to pound her ass with the chocobo dildo until the electric shock stopped. Then he switched, grabbing the base of the vibrator and powerfully fucking her cunt with it.

"Ungh! NGH! UNGH! UNGH!"
"Here we go again bitch! Get ready!"

Counting in his head, he shoved the huge vibrator completely into her. The electric charge activated, and her sizzling cunt writhed in agony. The man idly twisted and pumped the monster dildo in her butt while he waited for the shock to dissipate.

And so he spent his allotted time with Tifa, doing his best to punish both of her sensitive fuckholes as thoroughly as he could. Tifa simply wheezed and whimpered pathetically, her voice going hoarse. Her oversexed wanton pussy felt like it had been repeatedly filled with molten lead, and the agony from her ass and shocked sexflesh killed off any potential climaxes the overbearing vibrations might have given her.

"Time's up."

"NEXT!"

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Tifa was actually looking forward to being returned to Don Corneo.

The unfortunate girl was still being used in the breakroom, after a long day of abuse at the hands of Shinra employees. The chocobo dildo and electric vibrator had been removed from her tender holes, but that didn't mean she had it easy.

The man currently taking out his 'frustrations with Avalanche' on her was drawn to her perfect globes, spinning the wheel she was mounted on upside down again and raising it until her chest was up to a proper working height.

He leered at the exposed undersides which were still a bright red from being strapped earlier. He worked quickly, aware of his limited time. He wanted to first make sure those wanton mams were properly tenderized and sensitive for his plan.

*THWUMP!* *THWUMP!*
*GASP!*
He took a heavy teak paddle and slammed it into first one, then the other shuddering funbag. The wide surface area of the paddle connected with the entire surface of her already strap-sore undersides, and an immense amount of energy traveled through the entirety of her pummeled udders.

Not good enough. He switched to the heaviest paddle on the table and this time swung with both hands.

*WHAP!* *WHAP!* *WHOMP!* *WHAAAP!*
*Broken sobs*

The weighty tits throbbed as they flopped and jiggled violently under the barrage. Each blow flattened her substantial bust cruelly, and Tifa could feel deep bruising being beaten into the entirety of her feminine flesh. White droplets of milk, forced out by the sheer brutality of the forceful blows, trickled from her nipples.

*WHOMP!* *WHOMP!!!* *WHAAAP!!* *WHAAAP!!!!*
"AhHHHNnnnHGGGHH!! W-why? Why???"
*WHAAAAP!!!* *WHAAAAAP!!!*
"P-PLEASE!! It hurts! Pl-"
*WHAAAAAP!*

He put down the paddle, which glistened wetly with her milk. Her tits brutally thrashed and more sore and sensitive than ever before, he next began to bind them.

He formed a zip tie into a loop around her upside down dangling udder. She watched fearfully, too exhausted and defeated to protest. He wrapped it around the base of the meaty boob and jerked it tight, cinching the plastic tie down to a tiny, strangling diameter.

"Ohh!" she complained quietly, sniffling. More droplets of milk flowed from her pressurized teats. It hurt, but it was nothing compared to the paddle.

Unfortunately for her he wasn't done. He cinched closed a total of five zip ties around the base of each of her beaten boobs, pulling the tugs as tight as possible on each. Each tie exponentially magnified the pressure inside, and her inverted bags mushroomed and swelled, rapidly darkening to an angry deep red which contrasted nicely with the little trickles of white.

When he next cinched two zip ties each around the middle of her swollen breasts, halfway between the bases and her nipples, Tifa lost it. Snot and tears ran from her face as she hyperventilated, and a strong squirt of milk shot from each maltreated udder before slowing to a drip. Her poor throttled boobs throbbed horribly under the pressure.

Working fast, he next picked up a pair of strongly springed toothed clamps. He snapped them onto her milky teats, the nipples hard from the pressure. The teeth bit deeply, and Tifa winced, biting her lip and shaking.

"Time's up."

The man sighed, frustrated, but Tifa's feeling of relief was short lived.

"He can have my time." said the next guy in line, smiling. He was enjoying the show and was curious where it would go.

"Fine by me" said the guard, and the evil little man grinned.
"Thanks Bud."
"Wait" stammered the upside down Tifa "that's not fair-"
*Slap!* *Slap!*
"OWw!!"

He slapped her pussy to shut her up. Using a small screwdriver, he began to tighten the toothed clamps already savagely biting her tender nipples, closing the jaws together tighter and tighter. With each twist of the screw, Tifa shook harder, positive the hellish devices were going to bite clear through her rubbery teats.

She whimpered loudly as he put the final turn to each screw. It wasn't easy, he could barely twist the screwdriver hard enough to get it to budge. The steel teeth were a paper's thickness away from each other, her sensitive tit-tips screaming their torment to her brain. He then attached a short chain to the clamps, connecting them.

Now that the whore's mommy milkers were properly zip tied and clamped, the real fun could begin. Tifa's eyes widened when he saw what he picked up.

"No! Please, d-don't do that! You'll kill me! Please-AhhhHHH!!!!!!"

He had hooked the first weight to the chain running between her nipple clamps, and dropped it. Since they were just starting, he knew he could start with a heavy weight.

30 pounds yanked down on her inverted boobs. Instantly the crushed nipples pointed straight to the floor as they took up the weight, magnified by the drop. The cylindrical weight came to rest just below Tifa's face, her teats nearly touching her chin.

"Hah! HGGGH! AHH!! Please, don't put anothe - NNGHH!!"

50 pounds. 70 pounds. 80 pounds.

As her nipples and breasts took on more weight they strained and pointed to the ground. Her substantial bust could handle a lot of abuse, but this was pushing it. Tifa shook like a leaf, positive her nipples were about to rip from her body. Her fat titties throbbed and ached, still savagely constricted at the bases and middle swells by multiple zip ties, and now additionally stretched taut. Milk dribbled from around the clamps and flowed down the chain to the weights to drip to the floor.

And he wasn't done.

"no more...please" she whimpered. "Please, they'll rip, I can't- OhhhH!!!!"

85 pounds. He looked thoughtful, she was close to the limit. He didn't want to actually rip her nipples. The guard gave him a meaningful look.

"Just a tiny bit more. She can take it."
The guard hesitated but nodded.

86 pounds.
87.
88.

*Sob* "Agggh god, you're k-killing meeeee!"
89.

He smiled, and placed the final weight.

90 pounds. Her breathe hitched and he let out a near constant low moan.

"Time left?" the man asks.
"25 seconds."
"Shit."

The man moved like lightening, and quickly armed himself with a cattle prod. Before she could utter a word of protest, he jammed the bare metal forked end into her right breast and blasted it with so much electricity Tifa thought her throttled boob was frying.

"AAAGHHH!!!" She thrashed wildly, and five seconds in he switched to the other breast. Where the prod had made contact with her skin an angry red welt remained.

ZZZZZZZZ!!
"AAAAGGGH!!!!"

This time he held the prod to her nipple, shocking it through the metal clamp still savagely biting and pulling on it. The electricity combined with the intense weight tugging on her breasts was unbearable. The voltage used her own milk as a conduit, entering through the milky pinched nipples and traveling all through her milk ducts throughout the womanly orb.

She was going to go insane. She screamed and screamed.

ZZZZZZZZ!!
"AAAAHHHHH!!!"

He switched breasts again and again, sometimes targeting her nipples, other times the meaty soft curves.
ZZZZZZZZ!!
"AAAAAAHHH!!!"

Tifa's faced had blanched white and her pupils had dilated slightly. She trembled, her milkbags feeling like they had been replaced with two sacks filled with angry hornets. He almost exclusively focused on her nipples now, noticing how her cries and whimpers would reach a higher pitch as the electricity flowed through her milk into the sensitive milk glands inside.

ZZZZZZZZ! ZZZZZZZZ!

The shuddering woman sobbed brokenly, her magnificent chest completely subdued. Each nipple was a dark semi-singed red.

"Time's up. NEXT!"

The man ruefully put down the cattle prod, and gave her bare pussy a farewell spank. Tifa barely noticed, her whole world focused on her still tied up and electrocuted boobs. The heavy weights clanked together, still pulling heavily on the nipples of her mams.

When the next man stepped forward for his turn, he picked up the cattle prod.

"Don't worry, love. I'll finish what he started."

ZZZZZZZZ!