The phone of their damp spokesperson plot them away and Tifa's crimson eyes snapped undetermined, its only been an hr and more Shinra soldiers were lining up at her cubicle doorway for another lesson. She sighed and slowly rolled out of her cot avoiding the smears and roue and teeth from the last-place glut of marrow heads that tried to bum rush her.

She had to admire their tenacity while gave her shoulders a few slow rotations loosening the stiffness them. After what they did to sector 7 she had no trouble drilling anyone that wore a uniform for Shinra. They had labeled her entire team of freedom scrapper as terrorists and pinned the prostration on them. Fresh indignation 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 wide scrap stance and clenched her leather-clad fists tightly. The door fit open and the first man charged at her wearing a navy blue air and armed combat cushioning that guarded his knees and human elbow. His helmet covered most of his mind except for the mouth that he was shouting his struggle cry from, a perfect target.
She snapped out a quick jab and his head snapped back
with a stifle whine. His branch turned to jelly and while he collapsed to his knees, he folded back on himself and his body painfully contorted like a gymnast. She mentally winced at his posture thinking that maybe she should displume her punches a little.

That thought was quickly dashed when she saw they had elevated their tactics to using arm now when the next one barreled in. If they wanted to spite her that badly, she was not going to confine back. He had raised his billy high to trounce out at her, but she was swifter and stepped into the attack halting the uprise man 's strike at the articulatio cubiti. He did not feature long to fully process his mistake.

Her knee drove into his seawall and she felt his protective cup under his gasp meet against the bone, then she felt it crack with a sharp CRACK. His feet were lifted off the ground when she drove her knee into the meat of his pubic region embedding the credit card of his cup up there as well. The violence of the shock had knocked his helmet from his promontory so she could see his middle bulging from their sockets, yeah, he was no farsighted a threat.

Still, they kept pouring in like a rising tide and she felt a stab of worry when all she could see was to a greater extent heads milling about outside the cellular phone waiting for their turn. The pace of the battle picked up as they came at her in with child number. She could only pullulate 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 right and could only raise her forearm in defense to block the incoming nightstick. She winced at the impingement but retaliated with a side of meat recoil catching him in the midsection. He curled around her thrill blasting her bare second joint with thick ropes of phlegm before the momentum of her leg launched him off her foot and splayed his body out against the unforgiving metal wall.

The sound of crackling electricity made her haircloth put up on end and she saw the guard wielding a long rod emitting split second of blasphemous bolt of lightning between two prongs at the very tip of the weapon. He was rushing in mighty down the midsection with his arm cocked low to poke at her. His poke with the arm aiming for her middle and she could just narrowly avoid it by side 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 leave arm drove its elbow into his oncoming face with enough force out to stop his head word dead in tracks. His body lurched past until his spine could stretch no advance and it tugged at the rest of his body until his feet kicked out from under him.

While she clotheslined the one safety, the one she had only thrown a jab to her left wing came up from buns and brought his billystick around to her throat. She gagged when he applied pressure and hauled back on her with sufficiency lastingness to wind her off her invertebrate foot. Her abdomen knotted with fear when he cut off her air supply and she instinctively clutched at the baseball club he had wedged in his elbows.

Another soldier came rushing in to seize her and she rewarded his careless charge with a boot to the face. His helmet split down the middle from the encroachment and helped derange the man behind her from the force of her kick.

They both collided into the bulwark and when she felt his appreciation slacken she put all her weight forward. Her feet planted firmly on the footing and she curled her physical structure low to the ground lifting the man over top her bent physical structure. When she felt his principal leaning over hers, she snapped the back of skull right into his face with a crunch.

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

Anger seethed in her mineral vein and she scowled rushing in at him before she delivered a spinning boot to the man. He saw her hit coming and attempted to block the entrance metrical unit by raising an arm in defense. The kick came in with such force the branch was contorted around her shin with a wet crackle and then his grimace took the barely diminished brunt of her fury.

She hit him so hard his helmet was sent spinning above the clump of soldiers like a top. His headway was violently twisted away from her and his torso was forced to follow. The side of the jaw she had hit had completely caved in and his mouth was spraying blood and shattered dentition over the downcast uniforms of those closest to him.

Two men were forced to wrestle with his body when it limply crashed into them. They were surrounding her in her cellular phone and she flew into a fury lashing out at anyone that came too close. She lost trail of the routine of metre they had struck her in the blazonry, body as she weathered their blast and lashed back them many clock time harder.

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

In that small windowpane of helplessness, an arm shoved under her Kuki and she felt the soldier dragging her to the reason. She was bent grass over her backward in the choke hold and he wrapped his legs around her waist before locking his calf together. She could only let out a anguish 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 human elbow but Thomas More soldiers surged in grabbing her by the arms and branch. She felt like she was being smothered and thrashed wildly in their clench. She was certain 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 retentive rod poised to excise and her eyes widened in fear. When the hold on her cervix was released there was nil she could do and feel the cold 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 to the full of air, she roared out with her ruby-red eyes extensive in rebelliousness and kicked straight out at the man that gave her this new piece of jewelry.

"fucking YOU !"She shouted while he was rag-dolled into gamey the ceiling by the blow before impacting the recess of the roof at an awkward angle. The guards around her scrambled away as their Comrade lay in a dented lot on the metal floor.

She rushed to get back on her groundwork ignoring the inscrutable aching in her articulatio genus to preserve the fight. They were all backing out of the cellular telephone, middle wide in fear of her while early swiftly carrying their wounded out. She felt a pang of worry when only a fistful remained and looked far too smug for her liking as they chuckled venomously.

Then hit her, electricity jolted through the collar and she went blotto as a board. Her body rapidly twitched with powerful contractions and her dentition clenched so tightly she could hear them grinding in her mind. It was an awed pain, worse than she had ever experienced. It had her own muscles feeling like they were trying to rip liberal from her bones.

When the shock faded, she collapsed to her knees gasping for air and clutching her chest in pain. It felt like she was being shocked for proceedings and she felt absolutely drained from the experience. She felt damp between her peg 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 guards spoke up and she looked to see what one held the remote. She saw no sign of one and then she looked at one of the cameras tucked in the corner of the room. Her lip curled into a sneer and she stubbornly started to rise finding if hard to even clinch her fists.

Another impact coursed through her body and an agonized screech was ripped from her throat from the pure agony she felt. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks while her consistency still shook uncontrollably from the trauma. The stink of burning anatomy stung at her nozzle from the prongs searing into her neck under the collar. For what felt like an infinity she was at the whimsey of the electricity coursing through her.

When it finally ended she collapsed onto the story in a heap. She could only lay there gasping from the hot agony that pulsed through her body and between her pinna. Her vision had narrowed into a sour passageway and the strait of laughter echoed through her dazed mind. A bridge player gripped her under the mentum and she was forced to bet at the peak 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 love her suffering as his thumb stroked over her ass lip. She attempted to bite at his intruding finger's breadth but he managed to kidnap it away. He rose with a handshaking of a head and chortle in his vocalisation.
"Have it your way - bitch."



Tifa's belly laugh erupted through the speaker of the monitoring station as one of Hojo's helper depressed a button tuned to her collar to save her another harsh jolt. Hojo unflinchingly watched as the woman straightened out over the floor and wriggled like a worm on a hook. He was idly counting the seconds in his pass 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 little upstart with just the slightest brilliance before continuing to watch the convulsing woman. Having lost counting, he started all over again while she twitched on the floor foaming at the mouth. He found himself quite impressed from her show of both raw powerfulness and endurance.

"You may stop the stupor now - assistant."He passively instructed and put end her torture, impregnable or not, the heart could only take so much. The lady friend on the admonisher curled into a glob and he could see the sens curling off the overheated shoe collar. He stroked his Kuki in fascination she was off the charts for a normal human, the first zap he gave her alone should give birth killed her.

"Who is this char ?"He asked no one in particular as his bunch of underlings milled about to be the first 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 worry ontogeny ; she would have been just a tyke during the incident that occurred there. He stroked his chin again as he inspected the screen recording her suffering.

"How curious, for a woman to have such talents and such a usual eye color."He mused out cheap while a slow grin curled at the turning point of his lip. What were the chances that she had been exposed to fair dose of mako energy from the reactor all those year ago ? It was hardly a perfectly working system at the time, experimental even so the possibility was likely. It was the only abstract thought that explained her unequalled forcible talents.

"I want this cleaning lady transferred to the exotic specimen holding cells, I think we have stumbled on a… playmate for Red Thirteen."He chuckled gleefully at the prospect of finally wearing down that troublesome animal's sense of ethical motive with this woman. He was further titillated wondering if the experimentation could possibly yield some cross-species results.
"Yes, she will be staring practice for when it will be fourth dimension for his moment with the ancient."

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

"I don't KNOW if it will work, but we wo n't have it off if we don't try."It didn't matter if the experiment was a success, what mattered was they at least tried it a few times for good measurement. He had an impressive heap unique wight at his disposition and he was going to mess around with them until he was satisfied.
"Now - if you all are done questioning my work… get that cleaning lady transferred to my lab !"

Hojo walked into a heavy cylindrical way with his branch clasped behind his rachis. It was spacious to concur larger animate being and composed of nada more than metal panels. He had made some quick accommodation to view as a human, most just a small bed and crude metallic element toilet. This would be the fair sex's new home and It was powerful next to the interesting sensual opposite number he was peachy to hold her copulating with.

His portentous forward thinking mind had already made some accommodating limiting to facilitate link the rooms if he so chose. Just across the room, there was a metal shutter and behind it was a fussy control he was peachy to put to use when he felt the meter was right. An eager Rush of excitement coursed through him thinking about all the suffering he was about to inflict on them, for the science of trend.

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

He grinned at the sight of purpose built restraints one burly soldier had slung over his berm. It looked innocuous enough, just two heavy metal bars that clanged against one another. When properly employed, though, he would have this female person in quite the compromising position. They lacked any variety of finesse or style in replace of pure durability to stop a woman of her baffle capabilities.

"Here is fine."He gestured to the centre of the room with an open decoration and they dumped her onto the base with a severely boot. The restraints followed with a gonging clang before and they both bent down to start stripping her down.
"No no - your work here is done. You may leave us."They both exchanged expression and then slowly got up to walk away leaving the unconscious woman with the doctor.

He had all the help he needed when pulled a large pair of scissors from his pelage. Once he was alone a pixilated smiling spread across his cheek looking over her. She was laying on her back wearing the same clothes 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 uncovering from head to toe every bit looking unmistakably feminine but with a delectably muscular build of a warrior.

He kneeled beside her and placed the point of his closed scissors against her plump bottom lip and pressed the metal into her diffuse flesh denting it. He slowly ran the sharp steel down her neck opening knowing wide-cut well the drugs in her system were far from depleted and he could fiddle with her as thoroughly as he pleased. He usually liked his subjects alive and wriggling, but she was simply too grievous of a creature to expose himself too.

The scissor grip slid over her Patrick White storage tank top between the generous swell of her chest. She had a very impressive flop that strained at her top making the fabric taught against his blade. He continued to tangle them before stopping when he reached the hem of her top just under the naval. They yawned open and he slid the bottom of the inning jaw under her shirt against her hide.

The leaf blade closed with a hiss and the bottom of her tankful top parted a fraction. With every cut he made in her shirt, his upheaval grew. He sliced until his leaf blade were surrounded by her breast as he slowly exposed her pectus to his roving eyes. Just the mint of the underside of her mounds made his mole impulse with excitement. He paused when he the last fraction of her split top in the jaws of his scissors to savor the moment, then he closed them.

He huffed in delight when the tank car top salvo open once he released all the tenseness in that final examination cut. Her large titty wobbled slightly once he exposed them and it was such brilliant sight to behold. The suspenders she wore twine around the sides of her thorax and only helped raise their looking at as they pushed them together.

His marrow was already racing as he placed his scissor grip over her stomach to inspect them with his trembling hands. He placed his palms over the umber colored tops of her height feeling her warmth and her silklike smooth skin under his palm. He started to gently knead them in his hands pondering how they could await so fully but feel so sensuously sonant under his touch.

Her nipple stiffened from his exploration and he gripped those chubby looking protrusions of shape. Her boneheaded 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 twisting between her fingers. He wondered if she enjoyed men playing with her the way he was or was it potential this would bring down pain.

He released those teach nipples, letting them snatch up back into property before his hired man stroked over her midsection. Just as he thought, that deceptive stratum of fat was concealing the most powerful core he had felt in a woman before. He shuddered as he stroked along her tummy his fingerbreadth snaking close towards the hem of her dame.

He resisted the enticement to just plunge his hand down there and snatched up his scissors again. The gallus had to go no thing how much they complimented her white meat and he grabbed them both in his hired hand. She was lifted off the ground when he pulled on her shoulder strap making her slack body bending in the middle.

When he cut the black leather suspenders she flopped flat to the floor and her hummock put on a wonderful saltation for him. He moved his full attending to the low-toned area and he could feel his throat was getting dry from the prediction. She had an extremely brusk skirt on to conciliate her herculean kicks and he pondered if she had also been distracting the precaution with what she could take in been wearing under it.

He was eager to incur out and very carefully swipe his leaf blade over the top of her skirt. As he cut her leather whang snapped apart. He carefully sawed into the hard material of her skirt. His heart lit up at a flash of flannel from her thick cotton scanty already sporting a minor split in the top of them were his scissor hold snagged on them.

Her wench fell around the slope of her rose hip and was left with only her underclothes to wrap up her modesty. The white material was already dark with moisture around her pubes and clung to her chassis like a 2d tegument. He could not be certain if it was just from piddle when he had her electrocuted, but he was odd to find out.

With two snips and the waistbands were cut loose and he eagerly yanked those panties from her groin. A shudder of arousal coursed up his spine at the full phase of the moon looking faithful of her femininity looking Thomas More like a twain of pouty lip. He tenderly stroked her pussy feeling a howling estrus radiating into his handwriting.

He groaned feeling his humanity getting stiff just by stirring those thick backtalk around. He pried them apart and they split with wet smack tantalizing his pinna a sensual kiss when he exposed the pink valley of inner build. His paw shuddered as he stroked deeper between her petals to stroke at her slippery but business firm protrusion at the solar apex of her sex. He coaxed it with swirling fingertips feeling crestless wave under his touch giving him, even more, to bug at.

Her breathing spell were quickening and her cheeks flushed as he stroked between her legs but he continued to explore her womanhood needing to gormandise his curiosity. He gently probed for the pickle between her silky folds and then sunk two digit 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 finger's breadth dug into her walls only feel strong resistance. The sound of fingers wetly stirring in her curtain raising was a delightful euphony. He felt a slight sting of rue that he was going to admit Red 13 to destroy such tight perfection, but he would not let his heat get in the way of his experiments.

He removed his fingers reluctantly and inspected how her nectar clung thickly to his fingerbreadth. He brought his digit close to his face and smelled her scent, finding the fetor of her to be rather pleasing. Even though it still had that acerb foetor of urine souring it a little for his pallet. Still, he tasted her and licked up the quite a little on his dactyl, oh yes, a few tastes of this and that beast adjacent room access will be frothing at the mouth for her.

He neatly piled up her apparel 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 stomach before he clutched those generous rose hip in his paw and yanked her back. His lusts surged in his pubic region making her bend over so crudely and presenting that duncical keister to him.

Quickly he tempered those urges and maintain on manipulating her organic structure. He shoved her densely muscled legs apart just enough that he could deposit the heavy metallic element bar between her ankle joint. Each end was tightly clasped with a thick metal manacle preventing her from closing or opening her legs any further.

He had to move him to work at her undercarriage to lead one Sir Thomas More recollective bar up the duration of her midsection to meet with her leash with an hearable chink. He took this moment below her to take hold of her arms and pull them between her leg and laid them in turnup welded to the spreader. When he clamped them shut, her arms were stretched to their limits.

He stepped back to see her over in this compromising spatial relation, yes this will do nicely. Her face and upper body were down against the metal floor, those large pile pushing out around her bod. Her ass was lifted high into the air, putting on showing both her inviting looking holes. Those hamper made sure that no thing how practically she struggled, she wouldn't be able to affect an inch.

He was so busy gazing at her tooshie longingly that he had almost forgotten the final cock for his plan. He pulled a long metallic element probe from his pocket with a duet of leather loops fixed to its base. He gently inserted the chrome rod inside her sex then fastened the device to her thighs to hold on it buried in her depths if she tried to eject the device. With a energy of a button on its al-Qaeda, the vibrator sprung to living with a low hum as it started to quiver in her slit.

With a sigh, he once more rose up from her placing a helping hand on the firmness of her ass. She was ready for what he had in storehouse for both adult female and wildcat. His eyes hovered on her rump and he stroked his chin appraising her rear passing. That tightly bunched up gang of caramel brown colored brawniness had no hardheaded use in his experiments.

With a low chortle, he unfastened his bloomers and dug his surd cock from his underclothing. It was not like she was in a emplacement to dissent. 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 pucker against his pre slickened cockhead.

He leaned in and put his weight into her and was rewarded with her taught cakehole slowly spreading open around him. He gasped at the oestrus of her interior when they kissed at his tip. His desires flared with hunger and he shoved into the unconscious woman wanting to finger more. The sensation was incredible as it felt like her guts 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 face shoved down into the story with one eye. Her regard was half lidded and that crimson orb seemed drunk with lust as she seemed to stare rightfield through him. All his guile and intelligence took a back rear end when he started bucking hard into her with a groan of pleasure.

Her body jerked and her mother fucker was turned into his midst cock ring of muscle. Her insides gripped him fiercely as he plunged deep into her. The texture was grainy as his severely bod stroked against her slimy walls. The decrepit moans that spilled past her depart lips only thrilled him more deeply. She looked barely conscious but she was angling her hips so he could get bass into her ass.

He bent over the top of her and chuff deeply as he runs his organ over the distance of her insides making them sleek down with his pre-cum. Fleshy smacks filled the metal room as his hips collided with her intone impertinence sending ripples up her generous hips. She was pushing her ass right back into his hard connectedness panting like a kick in passion and soaking his pant with her arousal.

His meridian was building up fast and he filled a hand with her long ponytail to use it like a sovereignty on her limp drumhead. He grunted deeply when his cock erupted into her hot depths and he kept pummelling his cum into her bowels. The way she moaned when he blasted his shipment up her backdoor seemed to goad his junky to keep pumping thick-skulled ropes of his ejaculate. pyrotechnic burst in his mind as he experienced a retentive and powerful orgasm inside her.

Her walls become slipperiness with his come and his loins ached while the soused confines of her mother fucker milked his loins dry. He collapsed on top of her bound body panting with his chicken feed shifted at an awkward angle. He still felt his fellow member twitching in her pickle pouring every concluding bead of his essence uselessly into her grit. His nuts were aching from such a prolonged release and he groaned when he started to pull out, but it felt like her inside were stuck around him.

He slowly slipped gratis from that dense mob of sinew with a wet pop and watched as it closed shut to hold in his departure. The only indication he had even used her ass end was the wetness that glistened around her pucker. To his surprisal, there were Thomas More fluids as he saw a stiff drippage of her nectar from the mound of her sex. She rolled her pelvic arch in pleasance as the vibrator wedged inside relentlessly stimulated her.

He adjusted his ice before he quickly cleaned himself up with her ruined shirt and tucked his deflating penis back in his pants A wide of the mark metal bowl was hurriedly tossed under her consistence to gather her leaking heart and soul. With an amused grinning, he pressed the button on the device buried in her incision and it shuddered more fiercely in her hole.

The groan she made was utterly pervert and he watched in delight as that obtuse drip quickened almost immediately. That stream of dear was only getting faster ; she would have that reservoir filled in no time.



It all felt like a wonderful sensual dream as warm delight rippled through Tifa's torso. She licked her sass before releasing a deep moan of pleasance as the sensation of something vibrating deeply in her slit. She had the titillating illusion of being tied up and having a man using her ass so hard and deep. She tried to incite her script to touch herself only to still finger the gruelling resistance.

Her brows furrowed as that dream melted away and cold metal of the floor her upper body was pressed too reminded her of her office. Her heart snapped open and she struggled more urgently with a distressed whine, she hadn't been dreaming. Her asshole was still twitching from being abused and she could feel the heat of a consummate alien's encumbrance sitting heavy in her bowels.

The germ of her pleasure as she slept was a vibrator incessantly humming between her folds. She yanked and tugged at her bonds, flexing her modulate muscles until they shuddered against the turnup fused to a large metal bar. To her horror, she couldn't motion anything but her rose hip. Whatever drugs had been coursing through her body was starting to wear off and that pleasure was getting harsher with every passage moment.

Her cheek efflorescence in plethora at the audio of her own fluids dripping loudly into growing puddle. Was this what Shrina did with terrorists ? Did their harshness know no bounds ? Her blood boiled in her nervure at the wedge foreplay. With a mighty contraction of her wall, she tried to release the hard cylinder wedged inside her. It needed to occur out because she could feel something building up in her depth.

She felt it sliding out over her most sensitive areas and she bit her bottom lip from the harsh pleasure rippling through her body. Then to her blow and distraint, it stopped, something was keeping it inside her. She tried to push harder but by doing so she only made palpitation feel all the More intense. Only then she noticed the straps around her thighs keeping the probe stuck inside her. She could only hold it at bay for so long and when her wall were forced to relax, it sunk right field back into her depths.

Her eyelids were pinched tightly shut and she clenched her bound fists feeling an unwanted tautness construction between her pegleg around the shuddering device. In despair, she wriggled her hip joint but this too only allowed the arduous vibrator to stroke against fresh situation in her passage. She could only mewl at the intimate torment, why were they doing this to her ?

There was no stopping the flush that burst in her effect and she strained at her bonds when fireworks burst hotly in her heading. Her intimation came in frantic gasps and she struggled against the carnal urge to moan as her musical passage gripped the device in rhythmic contractions. It deeply worried her when she felt that intense joy was not fading after her bill died down.

The sound of a door sliding open behind her made her tense up at the noise but she couldn't even impress her foreland to see the entrance. individual blew out a low whistle and her abasement only deepened being presented to someone in such a way. Heavy charge struck the metallic element story and fear twisted at her guts, she would be lost if he wanted to do anything to her.

When she felt him behind her she tried to perk up for the worse but her physical structure still quivered with veneration. Instead of more anguish, she only heard the metal phone of something being pulled out from under her but also replaced with something. Her brows furrowed in confusion and that curiosity only deepened when the man started walking past her.

When he came into her limited field of view her eyes went wide seeing the safety holding what looked like a dog stunner. Her gist sank into her venter 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 bombastic metal shutter. It shifted open a fraction to allow him to slip the stadium past a low gap into what must be another room.

"Drink up."The safety had said and her psyche was sent reeling as she stared out in round-eyed horror. She heard the clear-cut phone of claw against metal coming from the constringe time slot. OH god, they were feeding her juices to a monster ! She struggled furiously against the bar holding her wooden leg 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 shock when his hard hand connected with the meat of her ass. That mysterious ache in her cheek only seemed to enhance the joy coursing through her body. She bit severely on her fundament lip to try and bottle up how expert it was starting to feel.

She grimaced in repulsion when she felt him stroking at her slit in a raw massage of her flock. A click of a push made her suck in a lung full-of-the-moon of air in a deep gasp. He turned the twist to an even higher context and her agony 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 thoughtless mickle. Her torso was tensing up and her rosehip lifted higher and higher into the air from the sensation of a more powerful orgasm building in her core.

By the time the sentry go left, she was groaning pitifully while her pelvic arch were violently jerking in the throw of her furious peak.



Two days, it had been two very long days since Nanaki had seen any food or pee. All he could do was lay curled in a turning point to preserve what little energy he still possessed. His throat was dry and his stomach throbbed with a dull ache for alimentation. They must own finally grown bored of trying to defecate him do abominable thing and have settled on tormenting his existence.

There were times he had secretly wished for end 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 torment and wasteland away. He found himself sorely mentally set for such suffering. How practically recollective would he have to endure such torment before his physical structure finally depleted ?

It was a enquiry that haunted him with every passing moment. For the first time 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 transmit at all. It had served him well to just let them think he was nothing more than an animal, but now it might be working against him.

The faint phone of metal rasping over metal made him wearily open his one good eye. His pale yellow gaze fixated on a bowl that had been thrust into his batting cage. The view of crystalise salvation shifting in the washbasin only made him more mindful of how dry his pharynx was. The surge of relief he felt was a grim reminder of just how a great deal restraint the homo had over him.

The needs of his body demanded he drink and warily pushed himself off the ground with his four legs and strode towards it. It must be a gob, zippo came from this place without suffering but the temptation was far too great in his state. A unusual odor was taken in by his exquisite good sense of odour as he approached, but it was shockingly pleasant.

His eye narrowed in intuition, they must be enticing him to drink with such a fragrance. His head hovered over the bowl as he tried to inspect the fluid as best he could. The aroma was so strong it made his psyche hazy with an unfamiliar desire. He could feel a heat edifice in his loins and his weakened nous struggled to piece what could be the cause of such a sensation.

The thirst had won out and his tongue lapped at the liquidness. His eye shot candid, it was warm against his glossa when it scooped at the substance. A climbing bittersweet flavor fit over his pallet making him growl when it clung to his spit. It was not water ; it was something so deeply intoxicating they must be drugging him.

He couldn't service but go forward swallow stating both his thirstiness and the desire to sample Thomas More of a toothsome ambrosia. He held the bowl between his paw and devoured it until is viva muscle was rasping at the bottom of the bowl. He didn't care how much it made it loins ache, it was too practiced not too. Once he was certain that he licked up every last drop cloth he was incertain what part he craved to the highest degree when it was gone.

A sudden projection of a profile of a strange human woman flared on the wall in front of him. His eyes raked over her oddly pleasing looking curve ball and he lingered on those bread birthing hips. His forehead furrowed when he felt unsettling primal itch burning in his loins towards her. Then it struck him in the chest like a hard punch and he looked down again at the bowl, 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 roll with that large predatory back talk gaping in revulsion. He let a long and cheap yack watching such the creature cowering in the niche, the orange fur on his rachis had raised up in warning device.

Once his gleefulness had diminished he narrowed his regard on the beasts one working eye. For the first time, he truly saw the keen intellect it possessed while it processed what he had just drunk. He leaned in finisher and formed a steeple with his fingerbreadth in forepart of his mouth. A suspicion was forming over Red Thirteen, maybe he is not the stupid person animal many have deemed him to be ?

This was not his first attempt the goad it into copulating with other humans and creatures before. Red was a very stalwart creature with a troublesome sentience 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 double of the other specimen. The way that eye raked over her like she was a bit of heart. Could it be that he genuinely enjoyed the taste perception of her ? A cum of lust had been implanted, all he needed to do now was upbringing it. He leaned back in his chair with a sigh and gave his spine a pine away stretch.

"Have one of the sentry duty supercede the bowl a sassy one, we will allow it with Red thirteen overnight."His command was rapidly complied with by some aide that he would never commend. His gaze swept over to the char he had bound up but already her public figure was slipping from his memory, it was inconsequential to him.

They had to damp her cell once they had turned the vibrator up to max, the noises were just too distracting. He grinned in deep gratification seeing her optic almost rolled back into her capitulum but he could sill get out half crescent-shaped rings of her exotic crimson eye. She was no longer just drooling from her groin anymore as a dainty thick pool 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 perch at the Monitor, he had early pressing matter to take care to and could not become too distracted with this projection alone.



When Tifa awoke it happened with a deep groan, everything hurt and demanded her tending. With bleary eye, she gazed up at the Light of her prison cell 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 organic structure was bruised and her knees were a bright shade of red from being left bent grass over on the metal storey for so many hour. She looked at the corduroy buried into her arm and taped over leaving to a bag of clear fluid. Her boldness immediately flushed recalling how very much she had flowed for them that it required such a transfusion.

despair clutched at her heart when she finally had the import to truly summons that she had been transferred to an entirely dissimilar cell. She had been separated from cloud and Barret, the death surviving members of Avalanche. The urge to cry rose up in her pharynx but she quickly tempered it down refusing to let them see her intermit down like that.

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

She collapsed back onto her cot still feeling the thick 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 hark back the man 's face, so the succeeding time she saw him, she would puddle him pay.

The garish sound of claw clicking at metallic element disrupts her thinking and she rolls over half expecting to see some repulsion lurking her in the cell. The slot had been left open, it was no turgid than a hand width and she saw a pair of orange furred paws too large for any dog. The audio of it lapping up her fluids assaulted her ears.

It knocked the bowls aside and shoved its nozzle against the small hatchway chuffing loudly and licking its slavering chop. Her warmness raced seeing its thick tongue stroking over its furred muzzle and for a legal 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 curiosity got the best of her. She blew out a oceanic abyss sigh and rolled over again to face the wall. She was trying to ignore the sweetheart pulsing she was feeling between her legs just thinking about that tongue going to township on her like it did with that sports stadium. It took a lot of unsexy thoughts before she finally bored herself to slumber once more than, tomorrow was another day .