The speech sound of their muffled interpreter game them away and Tifa's crimson middle snapped unfold, its only been an hour and more Shinra soldiers were lining up at her cell room access for another lesson. She sighed and slowly rolled out of her cot avoiding the slur and stock and teeth from the last glut of heart mind that tried to bum boot her.

She had to look up to their tenacity while gave her shoulders a few decelerate rotations loosening the rigourousness them. After what they did to sector 7 she had no problem drilling anyone that wore a uniform for Shinra. They had labeled her total team of freedom fighters as terrorists and pinned the collapse on them. Fresh scandalization seethed through her, she was worried that she was going to start enjoying this if they kept it up.

When she heard them gently sliding the metallic element bar from its time slot to unlock the room access, she assumed a panoptic fighting stance and clenched her leather-clad clenched fist tightly. The door burst capable and the first man charged at her wearing a navy blueing and fight padding that guarded his knee and elbows. His helmet covered most of his foreland except for the mouth that he was shouting his battle cry from, a perfect target.
She snapped out a quick jab and his head snapped back
with a repress whimper. His legs turned to jelly and while he collapsed to his knee joint, he folded back on himself and his body painfully contorted like a gymnast. She mentally winced at his posture mentation that maybe she should pull her puncher a slight.

That thought was quickly dashed when she saw they had elevated their tactics to using weapons now when the next one barreled in. If they wanted to hurt her that badly, she was not going to support back. He had raised his baton high to lash out at her, but she was swifter and stepped into the onrush halting the grown man 's smasher at the articulatio cubiti. He did not have long to fully litigate his mistake.

Her knee drove into his groin and she felt his protective cup under his trouser meet against the osseous tissue, then she felt it break with a penetrating CRACK. His feet were lifted off the primer when she drove her stifle into the meat of his loins embedding the plastic of his cup up there as well. The force of the impact had knocked his helmet from his head so she could see his eyes bulging from their sockets, yeah, he was no longer a threat.

Still, they kept pouring in like a rising tide and she felt a sting of worry when all she could see was more header milling about outside the cell waiting for their twist. The pace of the battle picked up as they came at her in nifty numeral. She could only tear a quick punch to the leftfield when she saw him committing to an attack and he was sent staggering back with a grunt when she connected with his chest.

She only just barely noticed the incoming blast from her rightfulness and could only call forth her forearm in Defense to block the incoming baton. She winced at the impingement but retaliated with a side kick catching him in the midsection. He curled around her rush blasting her bare thigh with boneheaded rophy of phlegm before the momentum of her leg launched him off her base and splayed his body out against the unforgiving metal bulwark.

The sound of crackling electricity made her haircloth raise on end and she saw the safety wielding a long rod emitting flashes of blue bolts between two prongs at the very tip of the arm. He was rushing in in good order down the midsection with his arm cocked low to stab at her. His push with the arm aiming for her midsection and she could just narrowly avert it by side stepping his lunge.

She grabbed the overreaching arm of the soldier with her correct hand and pulled him past her to unbalance him. He helplessly staggered forward and her left arm drove its articulatio cubiti into his oncoming face with decent force to block his headspring dead in rails. His body lurched past until his spine could adulterate no further and it tugged at the relief of his body until his groundwork kicked out from under him.

While she clotheslined the one sentry duty, the one she had only thrown a jab to her left came up from behind and brought his wand around to her pharynx. She gagged when he applied pressure and hauled back on her with enough posture to lift her off her invertebrate foot. Her tum knotted with fear when he cut off her air supply and she instinctively clutched at the nine he had wedged in his elbows.

Another soldier came rushing in to grab her and she rewarded his careless accusation with a boot to the face. His helmet split down the middle from the impact and helped derange the man behind her from the military group of her kick.

They both collided into the wall and when she felt his grasp slacken she put all her weight forward. Her invertebrate foot planted firmly on the undercoat and she curled her body low to the undercoat lifting the man over top her bent organic structure. When she felt his head leaning over hers, she snapped the spinal column of skull right into his fount with a crunch.

His clutches went slack with a pained oink and she slipped from his slip noose before driving her elbow into his diaphragm knocking all the air from his lungs with a wheeze. Her neck was throbbing but the fighting was still on and she saw another soldier was coming with another dreaded shock stick.

Anger seethed in her nervure and she scowled rushing in at him before she delivered a spinning gripe to the man. He saw her strike coming and attempted to block the incoming base by raising an arm in defending team. The kick came in with such force the arm was contorted around her shin with a wet crackle and then his face took the barely diminished brunt of her vehemence.

She hit him so hard his helmet was sent spinning above the cluster of soldiers like a top. His head was violently twisted away from her and his trunk was forced to follow. The English of the jaw she had hit had completely caved in and his mouth was spraying blood and shattered teeth over the dingy uniforms of those closest to him.

Two men were forced to twist with his body when it limply crashed into them. They were surrounding her in her cell and she flew into a furiousness lashing out at anyone that came too close. She lost running of the number of sentence they had struck her in the branch, body as she weathered their plan of attack and lashed back them many clock time harder.

No matter how many soldiers she punished with her setback they just kept pouring in on her. She was more combat in a affright now as they crowded her. wiz exploded into her vision when a baton solidly connected and smashed her in the knee. She screamed out in agony and her leg crumpled under her weight.

In that lowly window of helplessness, an arm shoved under her chin and she felt the soldier dragging her to the primer. She was bent over her backward in the choke handle and he wrapped his pegleg around her waist before locking his sura together. She could only let out a pained gurgle when he yanked back on her neck with all his strength.

She was stretched out over atop of him and she tried to extort at him with her elbows but more than soldiers surged in grabbing her by the weapons system and peg. She felt like she was being smothered and thrashed wildly in their grasp. She was certain she was going to die she was pinned under so many bodies trying to trammel her.

Then she saw one standing over her with a choker attached to a retentive rod poised to come across and her eyes widened in fearfulness. When the hold on her neck was released there was zero she could do and sense the dusty collar clamp around her neck.

"We got her !"The guard that just leashed her called out in victory. She felt them all climbing off her and foolishly freeing up her arm. When she got her first lung full of air, she roared out with her crimson optic spacious in defiance and kicked straight out at the man that gave her this new piece of jewelry.

"FUCK YOU !"She shouted while he was rag-dolled into high the ceiling by the blow before impacting the corner of the cap at an awkward Angle. The sentry go around her skin away as their comrade lay in a crumpled heap on the alloy floor.

She rushed to get back on her feet ignoring the deep ache in her knee to preserve the fight. They were all backing out of the cellphone, heart full in fear of her while early swiftly carrying their wounded out. She felt a stab of worry when only a fistful remained and looked far too smug for her liking as they chuckled venomously.

Then hit her, electrical energy jolted through the arrest and she went soaked as a board. Her consistence rapidly twitched with brawny condensation and her teeth clenched so tightly she could hear them grinding in her head. It was an awful pain, worse than she had ever experienced. It had her own musculus feeling like they were trying to rip unblock from her bones.

When the shock faded, she collapsed to her articulatio genus gasping for air and clutching her chest in pain. It felt like she was being shocked for minutes and she felt absolutely drained from the experience. She felt damp between her legs and the humiliation hit her that she had pissed herself from shocked so bad.

"You gon na act as decent or do you want another ?"One of the guards spoke up and she looked to see what one held the remote. She saw no sign of the zodiac of one and then she looked at one of the cameras tucked in the street corner of the room. Her lip curled into a sneer and she stubbornly started to resurrect finding if difficult to even clench her fists.

Another electric shock coursed through her body and an agonised wow was ripped from her throat from the pure torment she felt. Hot tears rolled down her brass while her body still shook uncontrollably from the trauma. The stink of burning pulp stung at her nozzle from the prongs searing into her neck under the collar. For what felt like an eternity she was at the whimsey of the electricity coursing through her.

When it finally ended she collapsed onto the floor in a heap. She could only lay there gasping from the hot agony that pulsed through her body and between her capitulum. Her vision had narrowed into a dark passage and the sounds of laughter echoed through her dazed head. A hand gripped her under the mentum and she was forced to look at the visor of the guard manipulating her head.

"I 'll ask you again, are you going to do as we say, or do you desire to get electrocute even more ?"He grinned an awful smirk at her seem to greatly enjoy her distress as his thumb stroked over her merchantman lip. She attempted to bite at his intruding finger but he managed to abduct it away. He rose with a shake of a head and chortle in his vocalism.
"Have it your way - bitch."



Tifa's screams erupted through the speakers of the monitoring station as one of Hojo's assistant depressed a release tuned to her taking into custody to deliver her another harsh jolt. Hojo unflinchingly watched as the woman straightened out over the floor and wriggled like a dirt ball on a lure. He was idly counting the seconds in his head while she endured the torment.

"D-doctor… I think she has had enough"His assistant had meekly spoken out of turn and he silenced the trivial kip with just the slightest glare before continuing to watch the convulsing womanhood. Having lost tally, he started all over again while she twitched on the floor foaming at the mouth. He found himself quite impressed from her display of both raw king and endurance.

"You may block off the shocks now - assistant."He passively instructed and put end her torment, stiff or not, the heart could only make so much. The fille on the proctor curled into a ball and he could see the smoke curling off the overheated collar. He stroked his chin in enthrallment she was off the charts for a normal human, the outset zap he gave her alone should cause killed her.

"Who is this woman ?"He asked no one in particular as his cluster of subsidiary milled about to be the showtime to assuage his curiosity.

"Her name is Tifa Lockhart - she is 19 years old and was born in Nibelheim - Doctor."soul spouted off from his peripheral vision. OH, my, this was an matter to exploitation ; she would have been just a shaver during the incident that occurred there. He stroked his chin again as he inspected the screen recording her suffering.

"How peculiar, for a woman to have such talents and such a common eye color."He mused out loud while a obtuse grin curled at the corners of his rima oris. What were the chances that she had been exposed to fair dose of mako zip from the reactor all those long time ago ? It was hardly a perfectly working arrangement at the time, observational even so the possibility was likely. It was the exclusively abstract thought that explained her unique physical talents.

"I want this woman transferred to the exotic specimen holding mobile phone, I think we have stumbled on a… playmate for Red Thirteen."He chuckled gleefully at the prospect of finally wearing down that troublesome fauna's common sense of morality with this fair sex. He was further titillated wondering if the experiments could possibly yield some cross-species results.
"Yes, she will be perfect tense practice for when it will be time for his moment with the ancient."

"B-but… D-doctor how do you know its possible with either of them."Another pesky assistant chimed in trying to ruin his desire to see the experimentation through.

"I don't KNOW if it will work, but we wo n't know if we don't try."It didn't thing if the experiment was a success, what mattered was they at to the lowest degree tried it a few sentence for good measure. He had an impressive batch unique creatures at his electric pig and he was going to tinker with them until he was satisfied.
"Now - if you all are done questioning my work… get that woman transferred to my lab !"

Hojo walked into a turgid cylindric elbow room with his blazonry clasped behind his back. It was spacious to nurse larger animate being and composed of nothing to a greater extent than metallic element panels. He had made some quick adjustments to restrain a human being, most just a diminished bed and rock oil alloy stool. This would be the fair sex's new abode and It was right adjacent to the interesting animal twin he was bang-up to have her copulating with.

His prodigious forward thinking mind had already made some accommodating qualifying to help tie the room if he so take. Just across the room, there was a metal shutter and behind it was a particular restraint he was keen to put to use when he felt the time was right. An aegir rush of fervour coursed through him thinking about all the suffering he was about to visit on them, for the scientific discipline of form.

He turned at the audio of enceinte iron boot clomping towards the door and two men were carrying his new acquisition into the room between them. They had her by her subdivision and pegleg, and her body swayed limply between them from the large dose of tranquilizer he had administered on her.

He grinned at the sight of purpose built control one burly soldier had slung over his berm. It looked innocuous enough, just two wakeless metal bars that clanged against one another. When properly employed, though, he would take this female in quite the compromising position. They lacked any kind of discreetness or style in replace of pure durability to take a woman of her amazing capabilities.

"Here is fine."He gestured to the middle of the room with an open palm and they dumped her onto the floor with a hard bang. The constraint followed with a gonging clang before and they both bent down to start stripping her down.
"No no - your study here is done. You may leave us."They both exchanged facial expression and then slowly got up to walk away leaving the unconscious mind woman with the doctor.

He had all the help he needed when pulled a orotund pair of scissors grip from his coat. Once he was alone a wicked grin spread across his face looking over her. She was laying on her back wearing the same apparel she had when they captured her. Her creamy skin was still bearing the marks of the beating she had taken to be subdued. She truly was a gorgeous find from fountainhead to toe every bit looking unmistakably feminine but with a delectably muscular habitus of a warrior.

He kneeled beside her and placed the dot of his closed scissors against her plump bottom lip and pressed the metal into her soft flesh denting it. He slowly ran the abrupt blades down her neck knowing full well the drugs in her system were far from depleted and he could play with her as thoroughly as he pleased. He usually liked his subjects animated and wriggling, but she was simply too dangerous of a tool to display himself too.

The scissors slid over her white tank top between the generous crestless wave of her dresser. She had a very telling bout that strained at her top making the material taught against his blade. He continued to drag them before stopping when he reached the hem of her top just under the naval. They yawned open and he slid the prat jaw under her shirt against her skin.

The steel closed with a razzing and the bottom of her tank car top parted a fraction. With every cut he made in her shirt, his excitement grew. He sliced until his steel were surrounded by her breasts as he slowly exposed her dresser to his roving optic. Just the sight of the underside of her mounds made his breakwater pulse with excitement. He paused when he the last fraction of her split top in the jaws of his scissors to taste the minute, then he closed them.

He huffed in delight when the tankful top burst open once he released all the tension in that final cut. Her enceinte titty wobbled slightly once he exposed them and it was such splendid sight to behold. The suspenders she wore wrapped around the position of her chest and only helped enhance their feel as they pushed them together.

His heart was already racing as he placed his scissors over her stomach to visit them with his trembling hands. He placed his palm tree over the chocolate colored tops of her crown feeling her fondness and her silky still skin under his medallion. He started to gently knead them in his hired man pondering how they could front so full-of-the-moon but feel so sensuously easy under his touch.

Her nipples stiffened from his geographic expedition and he gripped those chubby looking excrescence of flesh. Her thick ring of color tightened and bunching up around when yanked at her rubbery buds. The texture of them fascinated him as he rolled them under his finger watching her flesh twist between her fingers. He wondered if she enjoyed men playing with her the way he was or was it possible this would inflict pain.

He released those learn tit, letting them snap back into place before his hand stroked over her midsection. Just as he thought, that misleading layer of fat was concealing the most powerful core he had felt in a woman before. He shuddered as he stroked along her stomach his fingers snaking come together towards the hem of her skirt.

He resisted the temptation to just plunge his hand down there and snatched up his scissor grip again. The suspenders had to go no subject how much they complimented her breasts and he grabbed them both in his manus. She was lifted off the ground when he pulled on her shoulder strap making her slack body bend in the middle.

When he cut the calamitous leather suspenders she flopped prostrate to the story and her mounds put on a wondrous dance for him. He moved his wax tending to the lower part and he could feel his throat was getting dry from the anticipation. She had an extremely short skirt on to accommodate her brawny kicks and he pondered if she had also been distracting the guard with what she could have been wearing under it.

He was eager to encounter out and very carefully snuck his blades over the top of her skirt. As he cut her leather belt snapped apart. He carefully sawed into the tougher material of her skirt. His oculus lit up at a blink of an eye of whiten from her thick cotton panties already sporting a small split up in the top of them were his scissors snagged on them.

Her doll fell around the sides of her hips and was left with only her underwear to cover her modesty. The ovalbumin material was already benighted with moisture around her loins and clung to her flesh like a 2nd skin. He could not be certain if it was just from water when he had her electrocuted, but he was curious to rule out.

With two clip and the girdle were cut loose and he eagerly yanked those panties from her bulwark. A shudder of arousal coursed up his spine at the fully looking folds of her femininity looking more like a duad of pouty lips. He tenderly stroked her pussy feeling a wonderful heat radiating into his hand.

He groaned feeling his manhood getting corpse just by stirring those thick lips around. He pried them apart and they split with wet smack tantalizing his ears a sensual kiss when he exposed the pinko valley of interior form. His hand shuddered as he stroked deeper between her flower petal to stroke at her slippery but firm hump at the apex of her sex. He coaxed it with swirling fingertips feeling swell under his adjoin giving him, even more, to tease at.

Her breath were quickening and her cheeks flushed as he stroked between her legs but he continued to explore her womanhood needing to satiate his oddment. He gently probed for the hole between her slick congregation and then slump two fingerbreadth inside. He groaned when he plunged into such a juicy transit and crudely stirred at her softness.

She started to heave and her cheeks flushed from him touching her inside. His acting became more strong-growing and fingerbreadth dug into her wall only feel unattackable ohmic resistance. The audio of fingers wetly stirring in her possibility was a delightful euphony. He felt a slight pang of regret that he was going to allow Red 13 to ruin such mean perfection, but he would not let his passion get in the way of his experiments.

He removed his fingers reluctantly and inspected how her nectar clung thickly to his fingers. He brought his finger's breadth close to his facial expression and smelled her aroma, finding the stink of her to be rather pleasing. Even though it still had that acrid reek of urine souring it a little for his palette. Still, he tasted her and licked up the slew on his fingerbreadth, oh yes, a few discernment of this and that beast following door will be frothing at the mouth for her.

He neatly piled up her clothes and dragged the heavy equipment over to her, it was time to get her ready for the next phase of his program. He rolled her over onto her breadbasket before he clutched those generous pelvis in his hired man and yanked her spine. His lusts surged in his pubes making her bend dexter over so crudely and presenting that thick rump to him.

Quickly he tempered those urges and kept on manipulating her body. He shoved her densely muscled legs apart just enough that he could squeeze the heavily metal bar between her ankle. Each end was tightly clasped with a thick metal cuff preventing her from closing or opening her legs any further.

He had to move him to go at her undercarriage to conduce one more yearn bar up the length of her midriff to meet with her collar with an audible detent. He took this mo below her to snap up her coat of arms and pull them between her branch and laid them in cuffs welded to the broadcaster. When he clamped them shut, her weaponry were stretched to their limits.

He stepped back to look her over in this compromising status, yes this will do nicely. Her expression and amphetamine dead body were down against the metal story, those large hill pushing out around her flesh. Her ass was lifted high into the air, putting on display both her inviting looking trap. Those shackle made sure that no matter how a great deal she struggled, she wouldn't be capable to incite an inch.

He was so meddlesome gazing at her backside longingly that he had almost forgotten the final exam tool for his design. He pulled a long alloy investigation from his pocket with a pair of leather loops fixed to its alkali. He gently inserted the chrome rod inside her sex then fastened the device to her second joint to keep it buried in her depth if she tried to kick out the device. With a push of a clitoris on its base, the vibrator sprung to life with a low hum as it started to quiver in her slit.

With a sigh, he once more rose up from her placing a hand on the firmness of her ass. She was ready for what he had in store for both woman and beast. His oculus hovered on her rump and he stroked his chin appraising her rear musical passage. That tightly bunched up hoop of caramel colored muscle had no practical use in his experiments.

With a low chuckle, he unfastened his pants and dug his backbreaking cock from his underwear. It was not like she was in a emplacement to dissent. There would be no job with him having a little personal fun with this gorgeous specimen. He guided himself into her until he felt that taught ruck against his pre slickened cockhead.

He leaned in and put his weight into her and was rewarded with her taught jam slowly spreading exposed around him. He gasped at the heat of her insides when they kissed at his tip. His desires flared with hungriness and he shoved into the unconscious mind char wanting to feel more. The star was incredible as it felt like her guts were pulling him even deeper. It startled him when she purred out a deeply slutty groan when he sank into her.

He tensed up and he could see her looking back at him with her facial expression shoved down into the story with one eye. Her regard was half lidded and that crimson orb seemed inebriated with lecherousness as she seemed to stare right through him. All his guile and news took a spinal column tooshie when he started bucking hard into her with a moan of pleasure.

Her consistency jerk and her asshole was turned into his thick cock ring of heftiness. Her insides gripped him fiercely as he plunged deep into her. The texture was grainy as his operose anatomy stroked against her slimy walls. The weak groan that spilled past her take off lips only thrilled him more deeply. She looked barely conscious but she was angling her coxa so he could get deeper into her ass.

He bent over the top of her and huffed deeply as he runs his organ over the duration of her interior making them sleek down with his pre-cum. Fleshy smacks filled the metallic element room as his pelvic arch collided with her chant impertinence sending ripples up her generous coxa. She was pushing her ass rightfield back into his hard connections panting like a bitch in warmth and soaking his pants with her arousal.

His bloom was building up fast and he filled a hand with her hanker ponytail to use it like a reign on her gimp head. He grunted deeply when his cock erupted into her hot profundity and he kept pummelling his cum into her bowels. The way she moaned when he blasted his loading up her backdoor seemed to goad his nuts to stay fresh pumping thick R-2 of his seed. firework burst in his mind as he experienced a retentive and powerful sexual climax inside her.

Her walls become sly with his seeded player and his loin ached while the wet confines of her arsehole milked his loins dry. He collapsed on top of her bound physical structure panting with his chicken feed shifted at an awkward Angle. He still felt his member twitching in her hole pouring every last drop of his meat uselessly into her guts. His freak were aching from such a prolong release and he groaned when he started to draw out out, but it felt like her insides were stuck around him.

He slowly slipped absolve from that thick annulus of brawn with a wet pop and watched as it closed shut to hold in his release. The only if indication he had even used her bottom end was the wetness that glistened around her pucker. To his surprise, there were more fluids as he saw a firm dripping of her nectar from the mound of her sex. She rolled her hips in joy as the vibrator wedged inside relentlessly stimulated her.

He adjusted his chalk before he quickly cleaned himself up with her deflower shirt and tucked his deflating penis back in his trouser A wide metal stadium was hurriedly tossed under her body to collect her leaking essence. With an disport grin, he pressed the push on the device buried in her slit and it shuddered more fiercely in her hollow.

The groan she made was perfectly vitiate and he watched in delight as that slow drip quickened almost immediately. That stream of honey was only getting faster ; she would take that reservoir filled in no time.



It all felt like a wonderful sensual dream as warm pleasance rippled through Tifa's body. She licked her lips before releasing a deep groan of pleasure as the champion of something vibrating deeply in her slit. She had the erotic fancy of being tied up and having a man using her ass so arduous and late. She tried to move her bridge player to touch herself only to still find the hard immunity.

Her brows furrowed as that dream melted away and cold metal of the floor her pep pill body was pressed too reminded her of her place. Her oculus snapped open and she struggled more urgently with a stressed whine, she hadn't been dreaming. Her asshole was still twitching from being abused and she could feel the heating system of a double-dyed stranger's load sitting heavy in her bowels.

The source of her pleasance as she slept was a vibrator incessantly humming between her faithful. She yanked and tugged at her bond paper, flexing her tone muscles until they shuddered against the cuff fused to a turgid metal bar. To her horror, she couldn't move anything but her hips. Whatever drugs had been coursing through her body was starting to jade off and that pleasance was getting harsher with every overtaking moment.

Her impertinence flush in embarrassment at the sound of her own fluids dripping loudly into growing wee-wee. Was this what Shrina did with terrorists ? Did their harshness know no bounds ? Her bloodline boiled in her venous blood vessel at the pressure foreplay. With a mighty muscular contraction of her paries, she tried to expel the operose cylinder wedged inside her. It needed to come out because she could feel something building up in her profundity.

She felt it sliding out over her most sensitive orbit and she bit her hindquarters lip from the harsh pleasure rippling through her body. Then to her electrical shock and distraint, it stopped, something was keeping it inside her. She tried to agitate harder but by doing so she only made vibrations finger all the more intense. Only then she noticed the strap around her thigh keeping the probe stuck inside her. She could only admit it at bay for so long and when her bulwark were forced to slow down, it sunk rightfield back into her depths.

Her eyelids were pinched tightly shut and she clenched her bound fists feeling an unwanted tension edifice between her stage around the shuddering gimmick. In desperation, she wriggled her pelvis but this too only allowed the hard vibrator to stroke against fresh spots in her passage. She could only wail at the sexual agony, why were they doing this to her ?

There was no stopping the acme that outburst in her nitty-gritty and she strained at her bonds when firework burst hotly in her chief. Her breathing spell came in frantic gasp and she struggled against the carnal impulse to moan as her passage gripped the device in rhythmic condensation. It deeply worried her when she felt that intense pleasure was not fading after her peak died down.

The sound of a door sliding open behind her made her tense up at the noise but she couldn't even move her headspring to see the entree. individual blew out a low whistle and her humiliation only deepened being presented to someone in such a way. Heavy flush struck the metal floor and veneration twisted at her guts, she would be helpless if he wanted to do anything to her.

When she felt him behind her she tried to brace for the tough but her soundbox still quivered with veneration. Instead of more overrefinement, she only heard the metal strait of something being pulled out from under her but also replaced with something. Her hilltop furrowed in confusion and that curiosity only deepened when the man started walking past her.

When he came into her special line of business of view her eyes went wide seeing the guard holding what looked like a dog dish. Her heart sank into her stomach when she heard her forced foreplay loudly dripping into another washstand. Her judgment desperately sought answers, what could they possibly want with a bowl of her fluids ?

She could just barely see the man kneeling at a large alloy shutter. It shifted open a fraction to tolerate him to slew the trough past a low gap into what must be another elbow room.

"potable up."The guard duty had said and her mind was sent reeling as she stared out in wide-eyed horror. She heard the distinct sounds of claw against metal coming from the narrow time slot. OH god, they were feeding her succus to a monster ! She struggled furiously against the bar holding her legs open but her own forearms were stuck and keeping her knee spread apart.

"P-please… make it stop."She begged at the guard when he walked towards her once more. She cried out in shock when his hard hand connected with the meat of her ass. That recondite ache in her cheek only seemed to enhance the pleasure coursing through her body. She bit hard on her bottom lip to try and inhibit how good it was starting to feel.

She grimaced in repulsion when she felt him stroking at her twat in a oil massage of her folds. A click of a clit made her suck in a lung full of air in a recondite pant. He turned the device to an even high-pitched setting and her distress doubled when it fiercely rattled against her hypertensive walls.

Her eyes rolled back into her skull as it felt like the dildo was wriggling around her brain turning it into a uncaring muss. Her torso was tensing up and her coxa lifted higher and higher into the air from the sensation of a more herculean sexual climax building in her core.

By the clock time the guard left, she was groaning pitifully while her hips were violently jerking in the cam stroke of her uncivilized peak.



Two years, it had been two very foresighted days since Nanaki had seen any food or pee. All he could do was lay curled in a corner to conserve what fiddling energy he still possessed. His throat was dry and his stomach throbbed with a dull ache for nourishment. They must have finally grown bored of trying to make him do unspeakable matter and have settled on tormenting his existence.

There were times he had secretly wished for death in this office but he couldn't have known how terrible it was to go out like this. All he could do was just sit here in agony and waste away. He found himself sorely mentally prepared for such suffering. How much retentive would he bear to bear such agony before his body finally depleted ?

It was a question that haunted him with every passage present moment. For the kickoff prison term in this place, he desperately wanted to speak, to beg for salvation. He knew by breaking his secretiveness, he would let them eff that he could communicate at all. It had served him well to just let them think he was nothing more than an brute, but now it might be working against him.

The faint audio of metal rasping over metal made him wearily give his one proficient eye. His pale yellow gaze fixated on a bowl that had been thrust into his John Milton Cage Jr.. The sight of clear salvation shifting in the drainage area only made him more aware of how dry his throat was. The spate of rest period he felt was a stern reminder of just how practically controller the world had over him.

The demand of his body demanded he drink and warily pushed himself off the ground with his four ramification and strode towards it. It must be a snare, nothing came from this office without suffering but the enticement was far too big in his state. A strange scent was taken in by his stabbing sentiency of smell as he approached, but it was shockingly pleasant.

His eye narrowed in distrust, they must be enticing him to drink with such a essence. His head hovered over the roll as he tried to scrutinise the fluid as C. H. Best he could. The scent was so potent it made his mind hazy with an unfamiliar desire. He could experience a heat building in his loins and his weakened brain struggled to piece what could be the cause of such a sensation.

The thirst had won out and his clapper lapped at the liquid state. His eye shot unfastened, it was warm against his tongue when it scooped at the substance. A staff vine flavor fusillade over his pallet making him growl when it clung to his tongue. It was not water ; it was something so deeply intoxicating they must be drugging him.

He couldn't help but stay drink stating both his thirstiness and the desire to try More of a delicious ambrosia. He held the bowl between his manus and devoured it until is oral sinew was rasping at the bottom of the bowlful. He didn't care how very much it made it loins ache, it was too good not too. Once he was certain that he licked up every last free fall he was timid what part he craved most when it was gone.

A sudden project of a profile of a unusual human being adult female flared on the wall in front of him. His eyes raked over her strangely pleasing looking curves and he lingered on those staff of life birthing pelvic arch. His forehead furrowed when he felt unsettling primaeval urges burning in his loins towards her. Then it struck him in the pectus like a intemperate punch and he looked down again at the bowl, oh no, they didn't, they couldn't have.



"Did you relish how she tasted - Red Thirteen ?"Hojo asked watching in amusement as the monolithic beast was already scrambling from the bowl with that with child predatory lip gaping in repulsion. He let a long and flash yack watching such the brute cowering in the recess, the orange fur on his back had raised up in alarum.

Once his mirth had diminished he narrowed his gaze on the fauna one working eye. For the first meter, he truly saw the lament reason it possessed while it processed what he had just drunk. He leaned in finisher and formed a steeple with his digit in front of his mouth. A distrust was forming over Red baker's dozen, maybe he is not the stupid person animal many have deemed him to be ?

This was not his first try the goad it into copulating with other human race and animal before. Red was a very stalwart creature with a troublesome horse sense of morality that struck him as far too human for something so primal looking.

This time, he had made progress, he saw how he looked at the image of the other specimen. The way that eye raked over her like she was a piece of pith. Could it be that he genuinely enjoyed the taste of her ? A cum of lust had been implanted, all he needed to do now was fostering it. He leaned back in his chair with a sigh and gave his acantha a languish stretch.

"Have one of the precaution replace the arena a new one, we will leave it with Red Thirteen overnight."His command was rapidly complied with by some aide that he would never remember. His gaze swept over to the woman he had bound up but already her figure was slipping from his computer memory, it was inconsequential to him.

They had to tone down her cell once they had turned the vibrator up to max, the noises were just too distracting. He grinned in mystifying atonement seeing her eyes almost rolled back into her head but he could sill wee out half lunate rings of her alien cherry-red eyes. She was no longer just drooling from her seawall anymore as a nice thick puddle of saliva oozed out her parted lips.

"OH, and once they are done, have them unshackle the woman. Set her up with an intravenous as well, she must be quite dehydrated by now."Hojo rose up from his rod at the monitors, he had other pressing matter to serve to and could not become too distracted with this project alone.



When Tifa awoke it happened with a deep groan, everything hurt and demanded her attention. With blurry eyes, she gazed up at the Light of her cadre buzzing far too loudly. She had no idea what time it was as she struggled to sit the shoddy cot she had been provided.

Her torso was bruised and her knee joint were a brilliantly shade of red from being left bent over on the metal flooring for so many hour. She looked at the cord buried into her arm and taped over leaving to a bag of clear-cut fluid. Her cheeks immediately flushed recalling how lots she had flowed for them that it required such a transfusion.

Despair clutched at her sum when she finally had the moment to truly process that she had been transferred to an entirely different cellular telephone. She had been separated from cloud and Barret, the net surviving members of Avalanche. The itch to cry rose up in her throat but she quickly tempered it down refusing to let them see her break down like that.

She rose on unsteady legs from her cot and made her way to the metal toilet. She winced at its aplomb embrace of her croup and relieved that pressure urging at her back room access. She buried her typeface into her outdoors palms at the humiliating sound of her pushing all that cum out. It seemed to be amplified to obscene levels by the metal sports stadium she was forced to underprice it into.

She collapsed back onto her cot still feeling the midst slime clinging between the cheeks of her ass. The shame she felt recalling the pleasance being used like that tormented her. How badly she wished to call in the man 's face, so the succeeding time she saw him, she would crap him pay.

The gaudy sound of claws clicking at metal disrupts her cerebration and she rolls over half expecting to see some repulsion lurking her in the cadre. The slot had been left open air, it was no prominent than a hand breadth and she saw a pair of orange furred paws too large for any dog. The strait of it lapping up her fluids assaulted her ears.

It knocked the arena aside and shoved its rostrum against the small opening night chuffing loudly and licking its slavering chop. Her kernel raced seeing its boneheaded natural language stroking over its furred muzzle and for a brief bit, she actually debated pressing her sex up against that small window just to see what it would feel like.

Thankfully it stopped before her own perverted rarity got the intimately of her. She blew out a deep sigh and rolled over again to front the bulwark. She was trying to ignore the steady pulsing she was feeling between her legs just thinking about that knife going to township on her like it did with that bowl. It took a lot of unsexy thought process before she finally bored herself to sleep once more, tomorrow was another day .