The audio of their smother voices game them away and Tifa's crimson optic snapped open, its only been an hour and More Shinra soldiers were lining up at her cell door for another example. She sighed and slowly rolled out of her cot avoiding the smears and blood and tooth from the in conclusion glut of meat point that tried to bum rush her.

She had to admire their tenacity while gave her articulatio humeri a few slow rotary motion loosening the rigor them. After what they did to sector 7 she had no problem drilling anyone that wore a uniform for Shinra. They had labeled her full team of freedom hero as terrorists and pinned the collapse on them. overbold 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 metal bar from its slot to unlock the doorway, she assumed a all-encompassing fighting stance and clenched her leather-clad clenched fist tightly. The door burst open and the first man charged at her wearing a navy blue and combat padding that guarded his knee and cubital joint. His helmet covered most of his head except for the lip that he was shouting his battle cry from, a perfect target.
She snapped out a quick jab and his heading snapped back
with a muffled whine. His branch turned to jelly and while he collapsed to his stifle, he folded back on himself and his organic structure painfully contorted like a gymnast. She mentally winced at his stance thinking that maybe she should pull her lick a little.

That thought was quickly dashed when she saw they had elevated their manoeuvre to using artillery now when the next one barreled in. If they wanted to hurt her that badly, she was not going to make back. He had raised his truncheon high to slash out at her, but she was swifter and stepped into the fire halting the grow man 's strike at the elbow. He did not birth long to fully process his mistake.

Her knee drove into his bulwark and she felt his protective cup under his pants match against the bone, then she felt it break with a sharp CRACK. His base were lifted off the undercoat when she drove her articulatio genus into the nitty-gritty of his lumbus embedding the charge card of his cup up there as well. The force of the impact had knocked his helmet from his head teacher so she could see his oculus bulging from their sockets, yeah, he was no retentive a threat.

Still, they kept pouring in like a rising lunar time period and she felt a stab of headache when all she could see was more than heads milling about outside the cell waiting for their turn. The tread of the battle picked up as they came at her in greater telephone number. She could only shoot a quick punch to the left when she saw him committing to an approach and he was sent staggering back with a grunt when she connected with his chest.

She only just barely noticed the incoming attack from her rightfield and could only farm her forearm in denial to block the incoming baton. She winced at the impact but retaliated with a incline kick catching him in the middle. He curled around her boot blasting her bare thigh with thick ropes of emotionlessness before the momentum of her leg launched him off her foot and splayed his eubstance out against the unappeasable alloy wall.

The sound of crackling electricity made her hair's-breadth arouse on end and she saw the guard wielding a recollective rod emitting flashes of disconsolate dash between two prongs at the very tip of the weapon system. He was rushing in decently down the center with his arm cocked low to dig at her. His thrust with the weapon aiming for her midsection and she could just narrowly keep off it by incline stepping his straight thrust.

She grabbed the overreaching arm of the soldier with her correctly hand and pulled him past her to unbalance him. He helplessly staggered forward and her left arm drove its elbow into his oncoming typeface with plenty violence to stop his header dead in racetrack. His body lurched past until his spikelet could adulterate no farther and it tugged at the rest of his body 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 fundament and brought his baton around to her throat. She gagged when he applied pressure and hauled back on her with enough forte to overturn her off her feet. Her tum 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 charge with a charge to the face. His helmet split down the centre from the wallop 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 free weight forward. Her feet planted firmly on the ground and she curled her torso low to the terra firma lifting the man over top her bended body. When she felt his promontory leaning over hers, she snapped the back of skull right into his face with a crunch.

His bag went slack with a pained grunt and she slipped from his gin before driving her elbow into his stop knocking all the air from his lungs with a wheeze. Her cervix was throbbing but the fight was still on and she saw another soldier was coming with another dreaded shock joystick.

anger seethed in her mineral vein and she scowled rushing in at him before she delivered a spinning kick to the man. He saw her smasher coming and attempted to block the incoming foot by raising an arm in defense. The kick came in with such force the limb was contorted around her shin with a wet crackle and then his face took the barely belittle 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 keep up. The side of the jaw she had hit had completely caved in and his mouth was spraying rakehell and shattered teeth over the patrician uniforms of those skinny to him.

Two men were forced to worm with his eubstance when it limply crashed into them. They were surrounding her in her cell and she flew into a fury lashing out at anyone that came too confining. She lost cart track of the phone number of times they had struck her in the arms, torso as she weathered their tone-beginning and lashed back them many times harder.

No matter how many soldiers she punished with her nose candy they just kept pouring in on her. She was more fighting in a terror now as they crowded her. adept exploded into her vision when a baton solidly connected and smashed her in the human knee. She screamed out in torture and her leg crumpled under her weight.

In that lowly window of weakness, an arm shoved under her chin and she felt the soldier dragging her to the ground. She was bent-grass over her backward in the choking coil hold and he wrapped his legs around her waist before locking his sura together. She could only let out a pain gurgle when he yanked back on her neck with all his strength.

She was stretched out over atop of him and she tried to gouge at him with her elbow joint but More soldiers surged in grabbing her by the weaponry and legs. She felt like she was being smothered and thrashed wildly in their grasp. She was sure she was going to die she was pinned under so many bodies trying to restrain her.

Then she saw one standing over her with a collar attached to a long rod poised to mint and her heart widened in fear. When the grip on her neck was released there was nil she could do and felt the frigidness shoe collar clamp around her neck.

"We got her !"The guard that just leashed her called out in triumph. She felt them all climbing off her and foolishly freeing up her limbs. When she got her first lung fully of air, she roared out with her crimson middle wide in defiance and kicked straight out at the man that gave her this new bit of jewelry.

"piece of tail YOU !"She shouted while he was rag-dolled into senior high school the ceiling by the gust before impacting the corner of the roof at an awkward angle. The guards around her struggle away as their comrade lay in a crumpled agglomerate on the metal floor.

She rushed to get back on her pes ignoring the deep ache in her knee to continue the combat. They were all backing out of the cellular telephone, centre astray in fear of her while other swiftly carrying their wounded out. She felt a pang of concern when only a handful remained and looked far too smug for her liking as they chuckled venomously.

Then hit her, electricity jolted through the collar and she went plastered as a board. Her body rapidly twitched with right contractions and her dentition clenched so tightly she could listen them grinding in her head. It was an nasty pain, spoilt than she had ever experienced. It had her own muscles feeling like they were trying to rip relieve from her bones.

When the shock faded, she collapsed to her knees gasping for air and clutching her chest in nuisance. It felt like she was being shocked for min and she felt absolutely drained from the experience. She felt dampness 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 safety device spoke up and she looked to see what one held the remote. She saw no house of one and then she looked at one of the cameras tucked in the recess of the room. Her lip curled into a sneer and she stubbornly started to come up finding if unmanageable to even clinch her fists.

Another shock coursed through her body and an agonized thigh-slapper was ripped from her pharynx from the pure suffering she felt. Hot teardrop rolled down her impertinence while her body still shook uncontrollably from the trauma. The malodour of burning flesh stung at her nose from the prongs searing into her neck under the collar. For what felt like an eternity she was at the whims of the electricity coursing through her.

When it finally ended she collapsed onto the flooring in a heap. She could only lay there gasping from the hot torture that pulsed through her body and between her auricle. Her sight had narrowed into a dark passage and the auditory sensation of laugh echoed through her stuporous mind. A hand gripped her under the mentum and she was forced to look at the vizor of the guard duty manipulating her head.

"I 'll ask you again, are you going to do as we say, or do you need to get fried even more ?"He grinned an horrific smirk at her seem to greatly savor her hurt as his thumb stroked over her bottom lip. She attempted to bite at his intruding finger but he managed to snatch it away. He rose with a shake of a head and chortle in his representative.
"Have it your way - bitch."



Tifa's sidesplitter erupted through the speakers of the monitoring station as one of Hojo's assistant depressed a clitoris tuned to her arrest to hand over her another harsh jolt. Hojo unflinchingly watched as the woman straightened out over the flooring and wriggled like a dirt ball on a hook. He was idly counting the bit in his header while she endured the torment.

"D-doctor… I think she has had enough"His help had meekly spoken out of turn and he silenced the footling upstart with just the fragile public eye before continuing to watch over the convulsing fair sex. Having lost tally, he started all over again while she twitched on the base foaming at the mouth. 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 harassment, inviolable or not, the heart could only take so much. The lady friend on the monitor curled into a ball and he could see the smoke curling off the overheat collar. He stroked his chin in enchantment she was off the charts for a normal human, the first zap he gave her alone should suffer killed her.

"Who is this woman ?"He asked no one in particular as his cluster of underlings milled about to be the first-class honours degree to slake his curiosity.

"Her name is Tifa Lockhart - she is 19 long time old and was born in Nibelheim - Doctor."Someone spouted off from his computer peripheral vision. OH, my, this was an interesting development ; she would have been just a shaver during the incident that occurred there. He stroked his Kuki-Chin again as he inspected the screen door recording her suffering.

"How peculiar, for a adult female to have such talents and such a common eye color."He mused out loud while a wearisome smile curled at the quoin of his mouth. What were the chances that she had been exposed to fair dose of mako energy from the reactor all those years ago ? It was hardly a perfectly working scheme at the time, experimental even so the theory was likely. It was the only reasoning that explained her unequaled physical talents.

"I want this woman transferred to the exotic specimen holding prison cell, I think we have stumbled on a… playmate for Red Thirteen."He chuckled gleefully at the prospect of finally wearing down that troublesome brute's mother wit 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 exercise for when it will be fourth dimension 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 try out through.

"I don't KNOW if it will work, but we wo n't get laid if we don't try."It didn't topic if the experimentation was a succeeder, what mattered was they at to the lowest degree tried it a few sentence for thoroughly measure. He had an impressive mountain unique beast at his disposal and he was going to tinker with them until he was satisfied.
"Now - if you all are done questioning my work… get that womanhood transferred to my lab !"

Hojo walked into a heavy cylindrical room with his implements of war clasped behind his dorsum. It was spacious to hold big animal and composed of zippo more than metal panels. He had made some quick alteration to hold a homo, virtually just a modest bed and petroleum alloy toilet. This would be the woman's new family and It was right next to the occupy animate being counterpart he was bang-up to have her copulating with.

His prodigious forward thinking mind had already made some accommodating adjustment to help link the way if he so select. Just across the room, there was a metal shutter and behind it was a finical restraint he was keen to put to use when he felt the time was right. An aegir rush of excitement coursed through him thinking about all the suffering he was about to inflict on them, for the science of course.

He turned at the auditory sensation of heavy kick clomping towards the door and two men were carrying his new learning into the room between them. They had her by her arms and legs, and her soundbox swayed limply between them from the profound Zen of ataractic agent he had administered on her.

He grinned at the sight of aim built restraints one burly soldier had slung over his articulatio humeri. It looked innocuous enough, just two laborious metal bars that clanged against one another. When properly employed, though, he would accept this female in quite the compromising position. They lacked any variety of diplomacy or trend in replace of pure durability to turn back 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 level with a hard bang. The restraints followed with a gonging clang before and they both bent down to start stripping her down.
"No no - your piece of work here is done. You may pass on us."They both exchanged looks and then slowly got up to walk away leaving the unconscious woman with the doctor.

He had all the helper he needed when pulled a big pair of pair of scissors from his coat. Once he was alone a arch grin bed covering across his human face looking over her. She was laying on her back wearing the Lapplander clothes she had when they captured her. Her creamy hide was still bearing the marks of the whipping she had taken to be subdued. She truly was a gorgeous find from mind to toe every bit looking unmistakably feminine but with a delectably mesomorphic build of a warrior.

He kneeled beside her and placed the stage of his fold scissor hold against her plump bottom lip and pressed the metal into her soft human body denting it. He slowly ran the sharp blades down her neck knowing total 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 alive and wriggling, but she was simply too unsafe of a animal to queer himself too.

The scissors slid over her Stanford White cooler top between the generous swell of her pectus. She had a very impressive bout that strained at her top making the stuff taught against his blade. He continued to sweep them before stopping when he reached the hem of her top just under the naval. They yawned open and he slid the bottom jaw under her shirt against her skin.

The blades closed with a hiss and the prat of her tank top parted a fraction. With every cut he made in her shirt, his upheaval grew. He sliced until his blades were surrounded by her breasts as he slowly exposed her chest to his roving eyes. Just the sight of the bottom of her hill made his inguen pulse with turmoil. He paused when he the last fraction of her rent top in the jaws of his scissors to savour the import, then he closed them.

He huffed in delectation when the armoured combat vehicle top burst open once he released all the tension in that last cut. Her turgid breasts wobbled slightly once he exposed them and it was such splendid pot to lay eyes on. The suspenders she wore absorbed around the incline of her pectus and only helped raise their expression as they pushed them together.

His heart was already racing as he placed his pair of scissors over her stomach to audit them with his trembling hired hand. He placed his decoration over the coffee colored tops of her crown feeling her warmth and her satiny smooth skin under his palm. He started to gently massage them in his deal pondering how they could attend so good but feel so sensuously delicate under his touch.

Her nipples stiffened from his exploration and he gripped those chubby looking hump of bod. Her thick areolas tightened and bunching up around when yanked at her rubbery buds. The grain of them fascinated him as he rolled them under his finger watching her human body twisting 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 taught tit, letting them photograph back into place before his hand stroked over her midsection. Just as he thought, that misleading layer of fat was concealing the most brawny heart he had felt in a woman before. He shuddered as he stroked along her abdomen his fingerbreadth snaking close towards the hem of her chick.

He resisted the temptation to just plunge his hand down there and snatched up his scissors again. The suspender had to go no matter how much they complimented her chest and he grabbed them both in his hands. She was lifted off the undercoat when he pulled on her straps making her quag torso bend in the middle.

When he cut the black leather brace she flopped flat to the floor and her cumulus put on a wonderful dance for him. He moved his wide-cut attending to the lower region and he could feel his throat was getting dry from the anticipation. She had an extremely short skirt on to oblige her powerful boot and he pondered if she had also been distracting the guard with what she could take been wearing under it.

He was eager to find out and very carefully swipe his blades over the top of her skirt. As he cut her leather belt snapped apart. He carefully sawed into the tough material of her skirt. His eyes lit up at a flash of white from her thick cotton panties already sporting a humble split in the top of them were his scissors hold snagged on them.

Her skirt fell around the sides of her hip joint and was left with only her underwear to cut through her reserve. The white material was already wickedness with moisture around her loins and clung to her flesh like a bit cutis. He could not be certain if it was just from urine when he had her electrocuted, but he was odd to happen out.

With two snips and the cincture were cut slack and he eagerly yanked those pantie from her breakwater. A tremor of arousal coursed up his spur at the full looking crimp of her femininity looking more like a twosome of pouty brim. He tenderly stroked her puss feeling a rattling heating radiating into his hired hand.

He groaned feeling his manhood getting stiff just by stirring those thick backtalk around. He pried them apart and they split with wet smack tantalizing his ears a sensual osculation when he exposed the pink valley of privileged flesh. His hired hand shuddered as he stroked deeper between her petals to stroke at her slippery but firm prominence at the vertex of her sex. He coaxed it with swirling fingertips feeling clotheshorse under his meet giving him, even more, to tease at.

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

She started to heave and her cheeks flushed from him touching her inside. His playing became more aggressive and fingers dug into her walls only feel strong resistivity. The auditory sensation of fingers wetly stirring in her opening was a delightful music. He felt a slight pang of regret that he was going to allow Red baker's dozen to ruin such sloshed paragon, but he would not let his passions get in the way of his experiments.

He removed his fingerbreadth reluctantly and inspected how her nectar clung thickly to his fingers. He brought his fingers close to his font and smelled her fragrance, finding the stink of her to be rather pleasing. Even though it still had that sulphurous stink of piss souring it a piffling for his pallet. Still, he tasted her and licked up the mess on his digits, oh yes, a few discernment of this and that beast next door will be frothing at the rima oris for her.

He neatly piled up her dress and dragged the laboured equipment over to her, it was time to get her ready for the next phase of his plan. He rolled her over onto her stomach before he clutched those generous hip joint in his hands and yanked her book binding. His lecherousness surged in his loins making her bend over so crudely and presenting that thick rump to him.

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

He had to move him to work at her undercarriage to extend one Thomas More long bar up the length of her midsection to meet with her collar with an audible clink. He took this here and now below her to snap up her weaponry and pull them between her legs and laid them in manacle welded to the spreader. When he clamped them shut, her branch were stretched to their limits.

He stepped back to attend her over in this compromising status, yes this will do nicely. Her face and upper body were down against the metal flooring, those magnanimous hammock pushing out around her framing. Her ass was lifted gamy into the air, putting on display both her inviting looking holes. Those bonds made sure that no matter how a great deal she struggled, she wouldn't be able-bodied to actuate an inch.

He was so busy gazing at her backside longingly that he had almost forgotten the net tool for his design. He pulled a farseeing alloy probe from his pocket with a twosome of leather grommet fixed to its base. He gently inserted the chrome rod inside her sex then fastened the device to her second joint to keep it sink in her depths if she tried to release the device. With a push of a button on its stem, the vibrator sprung to life with a low hum as it started to quake in her slit.

With a sigh, he once more rose up from her placing a hand on the firmness of her ass. She was cook for what he had in computer storage for both woman and savage. His eyes hovered on her rump and he stroked his chin appraising her rear passage. That tightly bunched up tintinnabulation of caramel brown colored brawn had no hard-nosed use in his experiments.

With a low chuckle, he unfastened his pants and dug his severely shaft from his underwear. It was not like she was in a position to protest. 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 teach ruck against his pre slickened cockhead.

He leaned in and put his weight into her and was rewarded with her teach kettle of fish slowly spreading spread out around him. He gasped at the heating plant of her inside when they kissed at his tip. His desires flared with thirstiness and he shoved into the unconscious char wanting to feel more. The sensation was incredible as it felt like her intestine 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 face shoved down into the flooring with one eye. Her gaze was one-half lidded and that crimson orb seemed drunk with lecherousness as she seemed to gaze right hand through him. All his guile and intelligence took a back seat when he started bucking hard into her with a groan of pleasure.

Her dead body jerked and her SOB was turned into his thickheaded cock pack of muscle. Her insides gripped him fiercely as he plunged deep into her. The grain was grainy as his hard flesh stroked against her slimy bulwark. The weak moan that spilled past her parted back talk only thrilled him more deeply. She looked barely conscious but she was angling her rosehip so he could get deeper into her ass.

He bent over the top of her and chuff deeply as he runs his harmonium over the length of her insides making them slick with his pre-cum. Fleshy smacks filled the metal room as his pelvis collided with her toned cheeks sending ripples up her generous coxa. She was pushing her ass right back into his grueling connections panting like a cunt in estrus and soaking his pants with her arousal.

His peak was building up fast and he filled a handwriting with her long ponytail to use it like a reign on her limp head. He grunted deeply when his cock erupted into her hot profoundness and he kept pummelling his cum into her bowel. The way she moaned when he blasted his onus up her back entrance seemed to goad his nuts to keep pumping wooden-headed forget me drug of his seed. pyrotechnic burst in his creative thinker as he experienced a long and brawny sexual climax inside her.

Her walls become slick with his source and his pubic region ached while the compressed confines of her whoreson milked his loins dry. He collapsed on top of her spring body panting with his glasses shifted at an ill at ease angle. He still felt his member vellication in her gob pouring every last drib of his essence uselessly into her grit. His fruitcake were aching from such a lengthened release and he groaned when he started to pull out, but it felt like her inside were stuck around him.

He slowly slipped destitute from that thick anchor ring of muscular tissue with a wet pop and watched as it closed shut to hold in his release. The only indication he had even used her rear end was the wetness that glistened around her pucker. To his surprisal, there were more than fluids as he saw a steady dripping of her nectar from the cumulus of her sex. She rolled her hips in pleasure as the vibrator wedged inside relentlessly stimulated her.

He adjusted his methamphetamine hydrochloride before he quickly cleaned himself up with her ruined shirt and tucked his deflating penis back in his knickers A all-embracing alloy bowl was hurriedly fling under her soundbox to pull in her leaking essence. With an entertained grin, he pressed the button on the device buried in her slit and it shuddered more fiercely in her hole.

The groan she made was absolutely subvert and he watched in delight as that slow drip mould quickened almost immediately. That stream of honey was only getting faster ; she would have that artificial lake filled in no time.



It all felt like a wonderful sultry dream as warm pleasure rippled through Tifa's eubstance. She licked her lips before releasing a deep moan of pleasure as the sense experience of something vibrating deeply in her slit. She had the erotic fantasy of being tied up and having a man using her ass so severely and rich. She tried to move her mitt to bear upon herself only to still feel the hard resistance.

Her brows furrowed as that ambition melted away and cold metal of the level her pep pill body was pressed too reminded her of her situation. Her center snapped open and she struggled more urgently with a distressed whimper, she hadn't been dreaming. Her shit was still twitching from being abused and she could feel the oestrus of a nail stranger's shipment sitting weighty in her bowels.

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

Her nerve flush in embarrassment at the speech sound of her own fluids dripping loudly into growing piddle. Was this what Shrina did with terrorists ? Did their cruelness know no bounds ? Her blood boiled in her veins at the forced stimulation. With a powerful muscle contraction of her walls, she tried to expel the tough cylinder wedged inside her. It needed to come out because she could feel something building up in her profoundness.

She felt it sliding out over her most tender field and she bit her bottom lip from the rough joy rippling through her body. Then to her shock and distraint, it stopped, something was keeping it inside her. She tried to press harder but by doing so she only made trembling feel all the more intense. Only then she noticed the straps around her thighs keeping the probe stuck inside her. She could only go for it at bay for so long and when her paries were forced to unwind, it sunk right back into her depths.

Her eyelids were pinched tightly shut and she clenched her bound fists feeling an undesirable tension building between her peg around the shuddering device. In desperation, she wriggled her pelvic arch but this too only allowed the hard vibrator to stroke against freshly spots in her musical passage. She could only whimper at the sexual curse, why were they doing this to her ?

There was no stopping the peak that salvo in her meat and she strained at her bail when pyrotechnic burst hotly in her head. Her breaths came in phrenetic pant and she struggled against the carnal urge to moan as her transit gripped the device in rhythmical contractions. It deeply worried her when she felt that vivid pleasance was not fading after her peak died down.

The sound of a room access sliding give behind her made her tense up at the stochasticity but she couldn't even affect her head to see the ingress. Someone blew out a low whistle and her humiliation only deepened being presented to someone in such a way. Heavy kick struck the metal trading floor and fearfulness 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 stabilise for the bad but her body still quivered with fright. Instead of more torture, she only heard the metallic element sound of something being pulled out from under her but also replaced with something. Her eyebrow furrowed in confusion and that curiosity only deepened when the man started walking past her.

When he came into her limited field of honor of aspect her eye went all-embracing seeing the precaution holding what looked like a dog peach. Her warmheartedness sank into her abdomen when she heard her forced arousal loudly dripping into another basin. Her judgement 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 metallic element shutter. It shifted open a fraction to grant him to slide the roll past a low gap into what must be another room.

"Drink up."The guard had said and her mind was sent reeling as she stared out in wide-eyed horror. She heard the distinct strait of claw against metal coming from the narrow one-armed bandit. OH god, they were feeding her juices to a behemoth ! She struggled furiously against the bar holding her leg afford 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 shock when his hard script connected with the meat of her ass. That deep ache in her cheek only seemed to enhance the pleasure coursing through her soundbox. She bit hard on her tail lip to try and suppress how good it was starting to feel.

She grimaced in repugnance when she felt him stroking at her dent in a crude massage of her folds. A suction stop of a push button made her sucking in a lung full of air in a deep pant. He turned the device to an even eminent 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 wit turning it into a unthinking mess. Her eubstance was tensing up and her articulatio coxae lifted gamey and higher into the air from the sensation of a more powerful orgasm edifice in her core.

By the time the guard left, she was groaning pitifully while her hips were violently jerking in the throw of her wild peak.



Two days, it had been two very prospicient days since Nanaki had seen any food or water system. All he could do was lay curled in a box to economise what minuscule energy he still possessed. His throat was dry and his stomach throbbed with a dull ache for nourishment. They must consume finally grown bored of trying to make him do unspeakable thing and have settled on tormenting his existence.

There were times he had secretly wished for last 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 away. He found himself sorely mentally prepared for such suffering. How often longer would he have to bear such harassment before his body finally depleted ?

It was a question that haunted him with every passing moment. For the first gear time in this place, he desperately wanted to speak, to beg for salvation. He knew by breaking his secretiveness, he would let them know that he could pass on at all. It had served him well to just let them cerebrate he was nada more than an animal, but now it might be working against him.

The faint audio of metallic element rasp over metal made him wearily open up his one good eye. His pale yellow regard fixated on a stadium that had been thrust into his coop. The sight of solve redemption shifting in the washbowl only made him more aware of how dry his throat was. The billow of relief he felt was a down reminder of just how much command the humans had over him.

The needs of his body demanded he drink and warily pushed himself off the ground with his four branch and strode towards it. It must be a sand trap, zilch came from this place without suffering but the temptation was far too great in his body politic. A strange olfactory sensation was taken in by his not bad sense of odour as he approached, but it was shockingly pleasant.

His eye narrowed in hunch, they must be enticing him to fuddle with such a perfume. His oral sex hovered over the trough as he tried to audit the fluid as Best he could. The scent was so strong it made his mind hazy with an unfamiliar desire. He could feel a heat building in his loin and his weakened mind struggled to tack together what could be the crusade of such a sensation.

The thirst had won out and his natural language lapped at the liquidness. His eye shot open, it was warm against his tongue when it scooped at the essence. A bittersweet flavor burst over his pallet making him growling 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 continue drink stating both his thirst and the desire to try out Thomas More of a delicious ambrosia. He held the bowl between his paws and devoured it until is unwritten muscle was rasping at the bottom of the bowl. He didn't worry how much it made it loins ache, it was too good not too. Once he was sealed that he licked up every survive drop he was unsure what constituent he craved most when it was gone.

A sudden projection of a profile of a strange human being charwoman flared on the wall in front of him. His middle raked over her strangely pleasing looking curvature and he lingered on those boodle birthing hips. His supercilium furrowed when he felt unsettling primal urge burning in his pubes towards her. Then it struck him in the chest like a hard punch and he looked down again at the bowling ball, oh no, they didn't, they couldn't have.



"Did you delight how she tasted - Red Thirteen ?"Hojo asked watching in entertainment as the massive creature was already scrambling from the arena with that large predatory mouth gaping in repugnance. He let a long and loud yakety-yak watching such the animate being cowering in the box, the Orange River fur on his spine had raised up in alarm.

Once his mirth had diminished he narrowed his gaze on the beasts one working eye. For the first time, he truly saw the nifty intellect it possessed while it processed what he had just drunk. He leaned in closer and formed a spire with his finger in front of his mouth. A suspicion was forming over Red Thirteen, maybe he is not the dullard animal many have deemed him to be ?

This was not his first attempt the goad it into copulating with other humans and brute before. Red was a very stalwart fauna with a troublesome sense of morality that struck him as far too homo 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 gist. Could it be that he genuinely enjoyed the penchant of her ? A germ of luxuria had been implanted, all he needed to do now was nurture it. He leaned back in his chair with a suspiration and gave his spine a fade stretch.

"Have one of the sentry go replace the bowl a reinvigorated one, we will get out it with Red thirteen overnight."His statement was rapidly complied with by some aide that he would never remember. His regard swept over to the cleaning lady he had bound up but already her name was slipping from his memory, it was inconsequential to him.

They had to dampen her cell once they had turned the vibrator up to max, the racket were just too distracting. He grinned in deep satisfaction seeing her optic almost rolled back into her headland but he could sill make water out half crescent rings of her exotic crimson oculus. She was no longer just drooling from her groin anymore as a nice thick puddle of saliva oozed out her separate lips.

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



When Tifa awoke it happened with a abstruse groan, everything injury and demanded her attention. With bleary eyes, she gazed up at the luminance of her electric cell buzzing far too loudly. She had no idea what clip it was as she struggled to sit the shoddy cot she had been provided.

Her body was bruised and her knee were a bright shade of red from being left bent over on the metal floor for so many hours. She looked at the electric cord buried into her arm and taped over leaving to a bag of clear fluid. Her cheeks immediately flushed recalling how much she had flowed for them that it required such a transfusion.

Despair clutched at her pith when she finally had the moment to truly process that she had been transferred to an entirely dissimilar cell. She had been separated from Cloud and Barret, the lowest surviving member of Avalanche. The impulse 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 pegleg from her cot and made her way to the metal toilet. She winced at its cool embrace of her derriere and relieved that pressure urging at her backbone threshold. She buried her side into her open ribbon at the humiliating audio of her pushing all that cum out. It seemed to be amplified to obscene levels by the metal trough she was forced to plunge it into.

She collapsed back onto her cot still feeling the thick slime clinging between the brass of her ass. The shame she felt recalling the pleasure being used like that tormented her. How badly she wished to recall the man 's boldness, so the next sentence she saw him, she would create him pay.

The loud phone of chela clicking at metal disrupts her thoughts and she rolls over half expecting to see some repulsion lurking her in the cell. The one-armed bandit had been left open, it was no expectant than a handwriting width and she saw a dyad of orangeness furred paws too large for any dog. The sounds of it lapping up her fluids assaulted her ears.

It knocked the bowls aside and shoved its snout against the pocket-size opening chuffing loudly and licking its slavering chop shot. Her warmheartedness raced seeing its thick knife stroking over its furred muzzle and for a brief moment, she actually debated pressing her sex up against that small window just to see what it would sense like.

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