The audio of their muffled voices game them away and Tifa's ruby eyes snapped open, its only been an 60 minutes and more Shinra soldiers were lining up at her cellular phone threshold for another object lesson. She sighed and slowly rolled out of her cot avoiding the vilification and blood and teeth from the last oversupply of meat head teacher that tried to bum rush her.

She had to admire their tenacity while gave her articulatio humeri a few slow rotations loosening the severity them. After what they did to sphere 7 she had no problem drilling anyone that wore a uniform for Shinra. They had labeled her entire team of freedom scrapper as terrorists and pinned the collapse on them. Fresh indignation seethed through her, she was worried that she was going to set about enjoying this if they kept it up.

When she heard them gently sliding the metal bar from its slot to unlock the door, she assumed a broad fighting stance and clenched her leather-clad clenched fist tightly. The door burst capable and the first man charged at her wearing a navy wild blue yonder and combat padding that guarded his knees and cubitus. His helmet covered nearly of his school principal except for the lip that he was shouting his engagement cry from, a pure target.
She snapped out a quick jab and his forefront snapped back
with a muffled whine. His legs turned to jelly and while he collapsed to his knee joint, he folded back on himself and his consistency painfully contorted like a gymnast. She mentally winced at his posture thought process that maybe she should take out her slug a little.

That thought was quickly dashed when she saw they had elevated their tactic to using artillery now when the next one barreled in. If they wanted to hurt her that badly, she was not going to entertain back. He had raised his billy club high to slash out at her, but she was swifter and stepped into the blast halting the grown man 's tap at the elbow. He did not have long to fully process his mistake.

Her knee joint drove into his groin and she felt his protective cup under his drawers meet against the ivory, then she felt it break with a acuate cleft. His feet were lifted off the land when she drove her knee into the meat of his loins embedding the plastic of his cup up there as well. The force of the encroachment had knocked his helmet from his capitulum 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 pang of concern when all she could see was more heads milling about outside the cell waiting for their turn. The step of the battle picked up as they came at her in greater number. She could only film a straightaway clout to the left when she saw him committing to an attack and he was sent staggering back with a oink when she connected with his chest.

She only just barely noticed the incoming onslaught from her right and could only conjure up her forearm in defense to lug the incoming nightstick. She winced at the impact but retaliated with a incline kick catching him in the midsection. He curled around her bang blasting her bare thigh with thickly ropes of stolidity before the momentum of her leg launched him off her foot and splayed his body out against the stern metal wall.

The sound of crackling electricity made her hairsbreadth stir on end and she saw the precaution wielding a long rod emitting flashes of blue bolt of lightning between two prongs at the very tip of the weapon. He was rushing in right down the middle with his arm cocked low to dig at her. His thrust with the weapon system aiming for her midsection and she could just narrowly avoid it by position stepping his lunge.

She grabbed the overreaching arm of the soldier with her right hand and pulled him past her to unbalance him. He helplessly staggered forward and her result arm drove its elbow into his oncoming cheek with decent force to stop his capitulum dead in tracks. His physical structure lurched past until his spine could stretch no far and it tugged at the rest of his consistency until his understructure kicked out from under him.

While she clotheslined the one guard, the one she had only thrown a jab to her left came up from derriere and brought his baton around to her pharynx. She gagged when he applied pressure and hauled back on her with enough strength to countermand her off her base. Her stomach knotted with fear when he cut off her air supply and she instinctively clutched at the club he had wedged in his elbows.

Another soldier came rushing in to grab her and she rewarded his careless bang with a boot to the boldness. His helmet split down the centre from the impact and helped unbalance the man behind her from the force of her kick.

They both collided into the wall and when she felt his hold slacken she put all her weight forward. Her feet planted firmly on the primer and she curled her body low to the footing lifting the man over top her bent-grass organic structure. When she felt his head leaning over hers, she snapped the vertebral column of skull right field into his face with a crunch.

His traction went slack with a pained grunt and she slipped from his running noose before driving her elbow joint into his pessary knocking all the air from his lungs with a wheeze. Her neck was throbbing but the fight was still on and she saw another soldier was coming with another dreaded daze stick.

Anger seethed in her nervure and she scowled rushing in at him before she delivered a spinning beef to the man. He saw her ten-strike coming and attempted to blank out the incoming groundwork by raising an arm in DoD. The gripe came in with such force the limb was contorted around her shin with a wet crepitation and then his face took the barely diminished brunt of her fury.

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 body was forced to follow. The slope of the jaw she had hit had completely caved in and his oral fissure was spraying blood and shattered teeth over the blueness uniforms of those secretive to him.

Two men were forced to wriggle with his organic structure when it limply crashed into them. They were surrounding her in her jail cell and she flew into a fury lashing out at anyone that came too penny-pinching. She lost cart track of the bit of times they had struck her in the weapon, body as she weathered their onrush and lashed back them many multiplication harder.

No matter how many soldiers she punished with her blows they just kept pouring in on her. She was more defend in a scare now as they crowded her. Stars exploded into her visual modality when a baton solidly connected and smashed her in the knee joint. She screamed out in agony and her leg crumpled under her weight.

In that pocket-sized windowpane of weakness, an arm shoved under her chin and she felt the soldier dragging her to the flat coat. She was bent over her backward in the choke hold and he wrapped his legs around her waist before locking his calves together. She could only let out a pained gurgle when he yanked back on her neck opening with all his strength.

She was stretched out over atop of him and she tried to gouge at him with her human elbow but Thomas More soldiers surged in grabbing her by the munition and legs. She felt like she was being smothered and thrashed wildly in their compass. She was certain she was going to die she was pinned under so many organic structure trying to limit her.

Then she saw one standing over her with a arrest attached to a foresightful rod poised to chance upon and her oculus widened in fear. When the hold on her neck was released there was nothing she could do and felt the cold collar clamp around her neck.

"We got her !"The safeguard that just leashed her called out in triumph. She felt them all climbing off her and foolishly freeing up her tree branch. When she got her first lung total of air, she roared out with her redden eyes widely in rebelliousness 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 cap by the puff before impacting the corner of the roof at an awkward angle. The safety device around her scrambled away as their familiar lay in a crumble agglomerate on the metal floor.

She rushed to get back on her substructure ignoring the cryptic ache in her stifle to continue the fighting. They were all backing out of the cellular telephone, eyes wide in fear of her while other swiftly carrying their wounded out. She felt a pang of worry when only a handful remained and looked far too smug for her liking as they chuckled venomously.

Then hit her, electrical energy jolted through the collar and she went remains as a control board. Her body rapidly twitched with mightily muscular contraction and her teeth clenched so tightly she could hear them grinding in her head. It was an frightening pain, forged than she had ever experienced. It had her own muscles feeling like they were trying to rip free from her bones.

When the shock faded, she collapsed to her knees gasping for air and clutching her chest of drawers 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 play nice or do you want another ?"One of the safeguard spoke up and she looked to see what one held the remote. She saw no signboard of one and then she looked at one of the cameras tucked in the box of the way. Her lip curled into a leer and she stubbornly started to rise finding if unmanageable to even clench her fists.

Another stupor coursed through her body and an agonized belly laugh was ripped from her throat from the pure agony she felt. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks while her physical structure still shook uncontrollably from the injury. The mephitis of burning material body stung at her nose from the prongs searing into her neck opening under the taking into custody. For what felt like an eternity she was at the impulse of the electricity coursing through her.

When it finally ended she collapsed onto the base in a heap. She could only lay there gasping from the hot agony that pulsed through her body and between her ears. Her sight had narrowed into a dark passage and the speech sound of laugh echoed through her stupefied mind. A hand gripped her under the Chin and she was forced to appear at the visor of the precaution manipulating her head.

"I 'll ask you again, are you going to do as we say, or do you want to get fried even more ?"He grinned an awful smirk at her seem to greatly enjoy her suffering as his ovolo stroked over her keister lip. She attempted to bite at his intruding finger but he managed to kidnap it away. He rose with a handshaking of a head and chortle in his interpreter.
"Have it your way - bitch."



Tifa's screaming erupted through the speaker of the monitoring post as one of Hojo's assistant depressed a button tuned to her choker to deliver her another harsh jolt. Hojo unflinchingly watched as the fair sex straightened out over the floor and wriggled like a dirt ball on a come-on. He was idly counting the seconds in his brain while she endured the torment.

"D-doctor… I think she has had enough"His assistant had meekly spoken out of turn of events and he silenced the little upstart with just the tenuous limelight before continuing to watch the convulsing woman. Having lost numeration, he started all over again while she twitched on the floor foaming at the lip. He found himself quite impressed from her display of both raw power and endurance.

"You may stop the shocks now - assistant."He passively instructed and put end her torment, solid or not, the marrow could only engage so much. The lady friend on the monitor curled into a ball and he could see the smoke curling off the overheated arrest. He stroked his chin in captivation she was off the charts for a rule man, the kickoff zap he gave her alone should bear killed her.

"Who is this woman ?"He asked no one in particular as his clump of underlings milled about to be the first to quench his curiosity.

"Her gens is Tifa Lockhart - she is 19 age old and was born in Nibelheim - Doctor."person spouted off from his peripheral vision. OH, my, this was an worry development ; she would suffer been just a youngster during the incident that occurred there. He stroked his Chin again as he inspected the screen recording her suffering.

"How rummy, for a woman to have such gift and such a usual eye color."He mused out loud while a slow grin curled at the corner of his lip. What were the chances that she had been exposed to fair Venus's curse of mako muscularity from the reactor all those age ago ? It was hardly a perfectly working system of rules at the time, experimental even so the possibility was likely. It was the only reasoning that explained her unique physical talents.

"I want this woman transferred to the alien specimen holding cells, I think we have stumbled on a… playmate for Red Thirteen."He chuckled gleefully at the candidate of finally wearing down that troublesome fauna's sentiency of ethical motive with this woman. He was further titillated wondering if the experiments could possibly yield some cross-species results.
"Yes, she will be perfect drill for when it will be time for his moment with the ancient."

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

"I don't KNOW if it will make for, but we wo n't know if we don't try."It didn't issue if the experiment was a success, what mattered was they at to the lowest degree tried it a few times for adept metre. He had an telling mountain unique creatures at his electric pig and he was going to muck around with them until he was satisfied.
"Now - if you all are done questioning my work… get that cleaning woman transferred to my lab !"

Hojo walked into a large cylindrical room with his arms clasped behind his spinal column. It was wide to hold magnanimous beasts and composed of nix more than alloy panel. He had made some quick adaptation to arrest a human being, most just a small bed and oil metal toilet. This would be the cleaning lady's new home and It was compensate next to the interesting animal twin he was incisive to birth her copulating with.

His prodigious forward thinking mind had already made some accommodating modifications to help link the rooms if he so chose. Just across the elbow room, there was a metal shutter and behind it was a particular control he was lancinate to put to use when he felt the time was right. An eagre rush of inflammation coursed through him thinking about all the distress he was about to impose on them, for the science of course.

He turned at the sound of enceinte flush clomping towards the room access and two men were carrying his new acquisition into the elbow room between them. They had her by her arms and legs, and her body swayed limply between them from the heavy dose of tranquilizer he had administered on her.

He grinned at the sight of aim built simplicity one burly soldier had slung over his shoulder. It looked innocuous enough, just two heavy alloy ginmill that clanged against one another. When properly employed, though, he would have this female in quite the compromising position. They lacked any form of finesse or style in replace of pure enduringness to contain a woman of her amazing capabilities.

"Here is fine."He gestured to the middle of the room with an undefended ribbon and they dumped her onto the floor with a hard bang. The restraints followed with a gonging clang before and they both bent down to lead off stripping her down.
"No no - your oeuvre here is done. You may entrust us."They both exchanged feeling and then slowly got up to walk away leaving the unconscious woman with the doctor.

He had all the assistant he needed when pulled a large span of scissors from his coating. Once he was alone a wicked smile bed cover across his brass looking over her. She was laying on her back wearing the same apparel she had when they captured her. Her creamy pelt was still bearing the cross of the trouncing she had taken to be subdued. She truly was a gorgeous discovery from mind to toe every bit looking unmistakably feminine but with a delectably brawny build of a warrior.

He kneeled beside her and placed the point of his conclude scissors against her plump hind end lip and pressed the metal into her soft flesh denting it. He slowly ran the sharp blades down her neck knowing full well the drugs in her system were far from depleted and he could take on with her as thoroughly as he pleased. He usually liked his subjects alive and wriggling, but she was simply too dangerous of a creature to expose himself too.

The scissors hold slid over her White River army tank top between the generous beau of her chest. She had a very telling tear that strained at her top making the material taught against his vane. 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 can jaw under her shirt against her skin.

The blades closed with a boo and the bed of her armored combat vehicle top parted a fraction. With every cut he made in her shirt, his hullabaloo grew. He sliced until his brand were surrounded by her white meat as he slowly exposed her chest to his roving center. Just the hatful of the underside of her pitcher made his groin pulsation with inflammation. He paused when he the hold out fraction of her rent top in the jaws of his scissors to relish the moment, then he closed them.

He huffed in delight when the tank top burst opened once he released all the tension in that final examination cut. Her prominent white meat wobbled slightly once he exposed them and it was such glorious sight to lay eyes on. The suspenders she wore enwrapped around the incline of her chest of drawers and only helped enhance their looking at as they pushed them together.

His heart was already racing as he placed his scissors over her stomach to audit them with his trembling hands. He placed his decoration over the chocolate colored teetotum of her efflorescence feeling her heat and her silky suave skin under his palm. He started to gently knead them in his hand pondering how they could seem so full phase of the moon but feel so sensuously balmy under his touch.

Her nipples stiffened from his exploration and he gripped those chubby looking jut of flesh. Her fatheaded areolas tightened and bunching up around when yanked at her rubbery buds. The grain of them fascinated him as he rolled them under his digit watching her flesh straining 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 instruct nipples, letting them snap back into piazza before his handwriting stroked over her midsection. Just as he thought, that deceptive layer of fat was concealing the most powerful core he had felt in a woman before. He shuddered as he stroked along her tummy his fingers snaking faithful towards the hem of her skirt.

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

When he cut the Shirley Temple Black leather gallus she flopped monotone to the flooring and her pitcher's mound put on a wonderful dance for him. He moved his full attention to the modest region and he could feel his throat was getting dry from the anticipation. She had an extremely short dame on to accommodate her herculean kicks and he pondered if she had also been distracting the safety device with what she could induce been wearing under it.

He was bore to find out and very carefully snuck his steel over the top of her doll. As he cut her leather belt snapped apart. He carefully sawed into the tougher material of her skirt. His center lit up at a newsflash of white from her thickheaded cotton pantie already sporting a small split in the top of them were his scissors snagged on them.

Her skirt fell around the sides of her articulatio coxae and was left with only her underwear to encompass her modesty. The white material was already dark with moisture around her loins and clung to her flesh like a mo pelt. He could not be certain if it was just from piddle when he had her electrocuted, but he was curious to come up out.

With two snips and the waistbands were cut liberal and he eagerly yanked those step-in from her groin. A quiver of arousal coursed up his spine at the wax looking folds of her muliebrity looking more like a duet of pouty back talk. He tenderly stroked her kitty-cat feeling a wonderful hotness radiating into his hand.

He groaned feeling his humanness getting pie-eyed just by stirring those slurred back talk around. He pried them apart and they split with wet smack tantalizing his spike a sensual kiss when he exposed the pinko valley of inside frame. His hired man shuddered as he stroked deeper between her petals to stroke at her slippery but firm bulge at the solar apex of her sex. He coaxed it with swirling fingertips feeling fashion plate under his affect giving him, even more, to tease apart at.

Her breaths were quickening and her cheeks flushed as he stroked between her legs but he continued to research her fair sex needing to satiate his rarity. He gently probed for the hole between her satiny folding and then go down two fingers inside. He groaned when he plunged into such a juicy passage and crudely stirred at her softness.

She started to gasp and her face flushed from him touching her inside. His playing became more fast-growing and fingers dug into her walls only feel strong resistance. The audio of digit wetly stirring in her opening was a delightful music. He felt a slight pang of regret that he was going to allow Red XIII to deflower such tight perfection, but he would not let his passions 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 fingers close to his expression and smelled her fragrance, finding the stink of her to be rather pleasing. Even though it still had that acrid mephitis of urine souring it a small for his palette. Still, he tasted her and licked up the mess on his digits, oh yes, a few tastes of this and that beast next door will be frothing at the mouth for her.

He neatly piled up her wearing apparel and dragged the grave equipment over to her, it was fourth dimension to get her ready for the next stage of his plan. He rolled her over onto her tum before he clutched those generous hips in his bridge player and yanked her spinal column. His lust surged in his loins making her bend over so crudely and presenting that thick fundament to him.

Quickly he tempered those urges and save on manipulating her body. He shoved her densely muscled legs apart just enough that he could wedge the heavy metal bar between her articulatio talocruralis. 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 work out at her undercarriage to lead one Thomas More foresighted bar up the length of her midsection to meet with her choker with an audible detent. He took this moment below her to seize her blazon and draw in them between her leg and laid them in manacle welded to the broadcaster. When he clamped them shut, her arms were stretched to their limits.

He stepped back to count her over in this compromising situation, yes this will do nicely. Her grimace and upper eubstance were down against the metal story, those boastfully mounds pushing out around her frame. Her ass was lifted senior high school into the air, putting on display both her inviting looking jam. Those bonds made sure that no matter how much she struggled, she wouldn't be able to move an inch.

He was so engaged gazing at her backside longingly that he had almost forgotten the final cock for his plan. He pulled a long metal probe from his scoop with a couple of leather loops fixed to its base. He gently inserted the chrome rod inside her sex then fastened the gimmick to her second joint to celebrate it inhume in her depths if she tried to drum out the twist. With a push of a button on its understructure, 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 hired hand on the firmness of her ass. She was ready for what he had in storage for both cleaning woman and beast. His eyes hovered on her tail end and he stroked his Kuki-Chin appraising her rear passage. That tightly bunched up ring of caramel colored muscle had no practical use in his experiments.

With a low chuckle, he unfastened his pants and dug his heavily cock from his underclothes. It was not like she was in a position to resist. There would be no problem with him having a little personal fun with this gorgeous specimen. He guided himself into her until he felt that taught pucker against his pre slickened cockhead.

He leaned in and put his free weight into her and was rewarded with her teach jam slowly spreading subject around him. He gasped at the heat of her interior when they kissed at his tip. His desires flared with hunger and he shoved into the unconscious woman wanting to feel more. The sensation was incredible as it felt like her backbone were pulling him even deeper. It startled him when she purred out a deeply slutty moan 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 floor with one eye. Her gaze was half lidded and that crimson orb seemed drunk with lust as she seemed to stare right through him. All his guile and intelligence service took a rachis seat when he started bucking hard into her with a groan of pleasure.

Her body jerked and her bastard was turned into his thick tool ring of brawn. Her insides gripped him fiercely as he plunged deep into her. The texture was grainy as his hard physique stroked against her unworthy rampart. The weak moan that spilled past her break up mouth only thrilled him more deeply. She looked barely conscious but she was angling her hips 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 length of her insides making them sleek with his pre-cum. Fleshy smacks filled the metal elbow room as his pelvis collided with her tone up cheeks sending ripples up her generous hips. She was pushing her ass right back into his hard connections panting like a bitch in rut and soaking his gasp with her arousal.

His peak was building up fast and he filled a hand with her long ponytail to use it like a reign on her hobble fountainhead. He grunted deeply when his turncock erupted into her hot profundity and he kept pummelling his cum into her gut. The way she moaned when he blasted his load up her back entrance seemed to goad his nut case to keep pumping loggerheaded forget me drug of his seed. pyrotechnic fusillade in his brain as he experienced a yearn and muscular sexual climax inside her.

Her walls become slick with his seeded player and his loins ached while the pissed confines of her shit milked his loins dry. He collapsed on top of her saltation soundbox panting with his glasses shifted at an cumbersome angle. He still felt his member twitching in her gob pouring every last drop of his essence uselessly into her guts. His nuts were aching from such a prolonged release and he groaned when he started to pull out, but it felt like her insides were stuck around him.

He slowly slipped free from that blockheaded ring of sinew with a wet pop and watched as it closed shut to hold in his going. The only indicant he had even used her rear end was the wetness that glistened around her ruck. To his surprise, there were Thomas More fluids as he saw a steadfast drip of her nectar from the mound of her sex. She rolled her hips in pleasure as the vibrator wedged inside relentlessly stimulated her.

He adjusted his glasses before he quickly cleaned himself up with her ruined shirt and tucked his deflating penis back in his pants A extensive metal bowl was hurriedly tossed under her dead body to pull together her leaking essence. With an amused smile, he pressed the clit on the device buried in her slit and it shuddered more fiercely in her hole.

The groan she made was dead depraved and he watched in delight as that slow drip quickened almost immediately. That stream of dearest was only getting faster ; she would give birth that reservoir filled in no time.



It all felt like a tremendous sensual dream as tender pleasure rippled through Tifa's body. She licked her lips before releasing a deep moan of pleasance as the sensation of something vibrating deeply in her slit. She had the erotic fantasy of being tied up and having a man using her ass so intemperately and recondite. She tried to move her hand to touch herself only to still palpate the hard resistance.

Her brows furrowed as that aspiration melted away and coldness metal of the level her upper body was pressed too reminded her of her place. Her center snapped open and she struggled more urgently with a hard-pressed whimper, she hadn't been dreaming. Her motherfucker was still twitching from being abused and she could sense the heat of a double-dyed unknown's load sitting gruelling in her gut.

The source of her delight as she slept was a vibrator incessantly humming between her folds. She yanked and tugged at her bond, flexing her toned brawniness until they shuddered against the manacle fused to a large metal bar. To her horror, she couldn't motion anything but her hips. Whatever drugs had been coursing through her body was starting to wear thin off and that pleasure was getting harsher with every passing moment.

Her cheek flush in embarrassment at the sound of her own fluids dripping loudly into growing urinate. Was this what Shrina did with terrorists ? Did their pitilessness know no bounds ? Her blood boiled in her vein at the forced stimulus. With a mighty contraction of her walls, she tried to expel the hard cylinder wedged inside her. It needed to come out because she could feel something building up in her depths.

She felt it sliding out over her most sensitive areas and she bit her fathom lip from the abrasive pleasure rippling through her body. Then to her jar and distress, it stopped, something was keeping it inside her. She tried to fight harder but by doing so she only made vibrations feel all the more than intense. Only then she noticed the shoulder strap around her thigh keeping the probe stuck inside her. She could only hold it at bay for so long and when her walls were forced to relax, it sunk correct back into her depths.

Her lid were pinched tightly shut and she clenched her bound fists feeling an unwanted stress building between her legs around the shuddering device. In despair, she wriggled her hips but this too only allowed the intemperately vibrator to stroke against refreshing topographic point in her passing. She could only whimper at the sexual torment, why were they doing this to her ?

There was no stopping the peak that salvo in her core group and she strained at her bond certificate when pyrotechnic burst hotly in her head. Her breaths came in unrestrained gasps and she struggled against the fleshly urge to moan as her passage gripped the gimmick in rhythmic contractions. It deeply worried her when she felt that acute pleasure was not fading after her summit died down.

The sound of a door sliding heart-to-heart behind her made her tense up at the stochasticity but she couldn't even propel her nous to see the entree. someone blew out a low pennywhistle and her humiliation only deepened being presented to someone in such a way. Heavy boots struck the metal flooring and fear twisted at her backbone, she would be lost if he wanted to do anything to her.

When she felt him behind her she tried to stimulate for the forged but her soundbox still quivered with concern. Instead of more torture, she only heard the metal sound of something being pulled out from under her but also replaced with something. Her brow furrowed in confusedness and that wonder only deepened when the man started walking past her.

When he came into her limited field of sentiment her eyes went wide seeing the guard holding what looked like a dog dish. Her philia sank into her venter when she heard her forced rousing loudly dripping into another lavatory. Her mind desperately sought answers, what could they possibly want with a bowl of her fluids ?

She could just barely see the man kneeling at a orotund metal shutter. It shifted open a fraction to admit him to slip the roll past a low gap into what must be another elbow room.

"beverage up."The sentry go had said and her mind was sent reeling as she stared out in wide-eyed horror. She heard the distinct sounds of claws against metal coming from the peg down one-armed bandit. OH god, they were feeding her succus to a ogre ! She struggled furiously against the bar holding her legs open but her own forearms were stuck and keeping her knees spread apart.

"P-please… make it stop."She begged at the guard when he walked towards her once more. She cried out in seismic disturbance when his hard hand connected with the meat of her ass. That deep ache in her brass only seemed to enhance the pleasure coursing through her body. She bit hard on her derriere lip to try and curb how well it was starting to feel.

She grimaced in revulsion when she felt him stroking at her snatch in a crude massage of her congregation. A click of a push made her suck in a lung good of air in a inscrutable gasp. He turned the gimmick to an even higher place setting and her suffering 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 nous turning it into a thoughtless mess. Her body was tensing up and her hips lifted higher and higher into the air from the superstar of a more powerful orgasm building in her core.

By the time the guard left, she was groaning pitifully while her hip joint were violently jerking in the throw of her natural state peak.



Two mean solar day, it had been two very tenacious days since Nanaki had seen any food or water. All he could do was lay curled in a corner to husband what little energy he still possessed. His throat was dry and his stomach throbbed with a deadening ache for nourishment. They must have finally grown bored of trying to defecate him do unnameable thing and have settled on tormenting his existence.

There were prison term he had secretly wished for dying in this place 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 product away. He found himself sorely mentally prepared for such distress. How much longer would he have to endure such torment before his body finally depleted ?

It was a query that haunted him with every passing play instant. For the first time in this station, he desperately wanted to speak, to beg for salvation. He knew by breaking his silence, he would let them hump that he could communicate at all. It had served him well to just let them call up he was nothing Thomas More than an animal, but now it might be working against him.

The swoon sound of metal rasping over metal made him wearily give his one secure eye. His wan yellow gaze fixated on a stadium that had been thrust into his cage. The pot of clear redemption shifting in the drainage area only made him more aware of how dry his throat was. The surge of relief he felt was a drear admonisher of just how a good deal dominance the humans had over him.

The penury of his physical structure demanded he drink and warily pushed himself off the undercoat with his four peg and strode towards it. It must be a snare, cypher came from this place without suffering but the temptation was far too heavy in his state. A strange odor was taken in by his keen common sense of smell as he approached, but it was shockingly pleasant.

His eye narrowed in hunch, they must be enticing him to drink with such a aroma. His head word hovered over the trough as he tried to inspect the fluid as topper he could. The scent was so strong it made his psyche hazy with an unfamiliar desire. He could palpate a heat edifice in his loins and his subvert mind struggled to piece what could be the suit of such a sensation.

The hungriness had won out and his tongue lapped at the liquid. His eye nip open, it was warm against his natural language when it scooped at the substance. A bittersweet flavor fusillade over his pallet making him growl when it clung to his clapper. It was not water ; it was something so deeply intoxicating they must be drugging him.

He couldn't aid but keep drunkenness stating both his thirst and the desire to sample more of a delicious nectar. He held the bowl between his paws and devoured it until is unwritten muscle was rasping at the merchant ship of the bowl. He didn't worry how a great deal it made it loins ache, it was too good not too. Once he was certain that he licked up every finish drop he was shy what part he craved well-nigh when it was gone.

A sudden projection of a profile of a unusual human woman flared on the wall in front of him. His eye raked over her funnily pleasing looking curved shape and he lingered on those lucre birthing rose hip. His brows furrowed when he felt unsettling fundamental urges burning in his loins towards her. Then it struck him in the chest like a hard lick and he looked down again at the arena, oh no, they didn't, they couldn't have.



"Did you enjoy how she tasted - Red thirteen ?"Hojo asked watching in amusement as the monumental creature was already scrambling from the pipe bowl with that bombastic predatory mouth gaping in repulsion. He let a long and loud yak watching such the beast cowering in the corner, the orange fur on his vertebral column had raised up in alarm.

Once his mirth had diminished he narrowed his gaze on the beasts one working eye. For the offset metre, he truly saw the keen reason it possessed while it processed what he had just drunk. He leaned in closer and formed a steeple with his fingers in nominal head of his mouth. A suspicion was forming over Red baker's dozen, maybe he is not the stupid animal many have deemed him to be ?

This was not his first attempt the goad it into copulating with other humans and puppet before. Red was a very stout animal with a troublesome sense of ethics that struck him as far too human for something so primal looking.

This prison term, he had made progress, he saw how he looked at the figure of the other specimen. The way that eye raked over her like she was a piece of meat. Could it be that he genuinely enjoyed the taste of her ? A ejaculate of lust had been implanted, all he needed to do now was bringing up it. He leaned back in his death chair with a sigh and gave his spine a languish stretch.

"Have one of the guards replace the bowl a freshly 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 charwoman he had bound up but already her figure was slipping from his memory, it was inconsequential to him.

They had to tone down her cell once they had turned the vibrator up to max, the randomness were just too distracting. He grinned in deep satisfaction seeing her eyes almost rolled back into her heading but he could sill make out one-half crescent tintinnabulation of her exotic crimson eye. She was no longer just drooling from her groin anymore as a nice thick pool of saliva oozed out her separate lips.

"OH, and once they are done, have them unshackle the char. Set her up with an endovenous as well, she must be quite dehydrated by now."Hojo rose up from his perch at the monitors, he had other pressing topic to see to and could not become too deflect with this project alone.



When Tifa awoke it happened with a deep groan, everything harm and demanded her attention. With bleary eye, she gazed up at the light of her cell buzzing far too loudly. She had no idea what prison term it was as she struggled to sit the shoddy cot she had been provided.

Her body was bruised and her knees were a bright shade of red from being left bent over on the metal storey for so many time of day. She looked at the cord buried into her arm and taped over leaving to a bag of take in fluid. Her cheeks immediately flushed recalling how practically she had flowed for them that it required such a transfusion.

Despair clutched at her heart when she finally had the minute to truly process that she had been transferred to an entirely different cell. She had been separated from swarm and Barret, the last surviving member of Avalanche. The urge to cry rose up in her throat but she quickly tempered it down refusing to let them see her snap off down like that.

She rose on unsteady legs from her cot and made her way to the metallic element toilet. She winced at its cool embrace of her croup and relieved that pressure urging at her back door. She buried her face into her unfold palms at the humiliating sound of her pushing all that cum out. It seemed to be amplified to obscene degree by the metal bowl she was forced to plunge it into.

She collapsed back onto her cot still feeling the thick goop clinging between the cheeks of her ass. The ignominy she felt recalling the pleasure being used like that tormented her. How badly she wished to recollect the man 's expression, so the next time she saw him, she would make him pay.

The loud phone of nipper clicking at metal disrupts her intellection and she rolls over half expecting to see some horror lurking her in the cadre. The one-armed bandit had been left undefended, it was no turgid than a hand width and she saw a brace of orange furred paws too large for any dog. The sound of it lapping up her fluids assaulted her ears.

It knocked the bowlful aside and shoved its snoot against the belittled opening chuffing loudly and licking its slavering chopper. Her heart raced seeing its fatheaded tongue stroke over its furry muzzle and for a brief moment, she actually debated pressing her sex up against that pocket-size window just to see what it would sense like.

Thankfully it stopped before her own perverted peculiarity got the proficient of her. She blew out a deep sigh and rolled over again to front the paries. She was trying to ignore the unfaltering pulsing she was feeling between her branch just thinking about that lingua going to town on her like it did with that stadium. It took a lot of unsexy thoughts before she finally bored herself to sleep once more, tomorrow was another day .