Final Fantasy VII: Tifa

Tifa Lockheart nervously adjusted the strap of her glove, and for the third time in as many minutes wondered where the other members of the party were. It was a dangerous world, but there were certainly far more places she would have liked to be than the Shinra basement on a sabotage assignment. Being alone only made things worse. In getting here there had been a few fights, though nothing that the party couldn't handle. But now she was down here on her own and it was less easy to be confident. She was a big girl, in more ways than one, but she too could get scared or worried. Still, it was all part and parcel of the terrorism business.

She twisted the glove again, checking that her materia pieces were slotted in place. Had she not been looking at the reflection in the metallic pieces, the projectile heading towards her might have hit her. Instead, she instinctively dodged and spun to face her enemy. It was nothing more than a guard droid hovering in the air, alone.

"Great security," she sniffed and raised her fists.

The droid fired another blast at her, but she dodged and ran forward before it had time to reload. She reached out her gloved fist, shaking the barrel of the weapon and then lashed out with her powerful leg, knocking the droid through the air.

The droid spun, before hitting a wall and turning again, this time firing a second volley that Tifa couldn't easily dodge. She raised her glove and took the blow as it knocked her backwards.

Nothing a decent potion won't heal, she thought.

She gritted her teeth and ran forward again, punching and kicking and this time scoring a critical hit that shattered the little droid into pieces.

She smiled and stretched her arms behind her, puffing out her generous chest. These fights were all getting too easy for her. She turned alertly as she heard a footfall behind her.

It was an armored soldier wielding a sword... a Doom Guard. They'd been able to take out plenty of them on the way here. It would be no challenge.

She ran forward and lashed out a punch, only to miss when the guard darted to one side. Her kick followed through, but the guard ducked and spun.

Miss? She thought, her concentration divided for a split second.

She felt a white flash of pain as the hilt of the sword crashed into her back. She fell forward, rolling with the blow. As tough as she might be, a tight white singlet and support bra weren't great armor.

She kicked out again, this time hitting the guard's thigh and knocking him back a little. The attack seemed to do no sort of damage, however.

Right, let's fry him. 

Tifa concentrated and began to cast. Green magic light erupted in a ring around her and she blasted her energy at the guard.

A bolt of lightning was supposed to hit him.

Instead, all Tifa saw was a faint white ripple in the air around him.

Oh no…reflected!

From nowhere, a bolt of jagged electrical power arced through the air, blasting through Tifa's body. She felt her muscles tense and her nerves scream in pain. She fell to her knees, and as her pained vision cleared she saw the doom guard's boot about to collide with her gut. She rolled a little but most of the blow was effective. She fell to the ground coughing. Fortunately she was now hurt enough for…

"Limit Break!" she yelled.

Tifa stood up and let her natural body energy flow. She dashed forward, pummeling the guard with a series of punches, then planting her foot on his chest and flipping back, kicking his head. Finally she swept his legs out from under him with a sharp wave kick.

"Ha! Eat that!" She smiled as she jumped back.

The guard flashed his sword through the air and Tifa leapt back even further.

What the hell does it take to beat this guy? she asked herself. At least he missed me. She looked down to see that she wasn't entirely correct.

While she had been fast enough to avoid injury, the blade made barely enough contact to slice clean through the chest of her shirt and the top of support bra. As Tifa looked down, she saw the folds of useless material slip down as her previously constrained breasts exposed themselves.

As the guard attacked calmly, she jumped to one side, trying to keep herself covered. Now she was self-conscious of her body, and without support, her tits were incredibly inconvenient to fight with. She launched a clumsy kick at a guard but missed.

Now it was the guard's turn to cast a spell and she had no sort of reflection ready.

She watched as light dust sprinkled from the sky above her.

"Slepel…" she tried to say, but by then she was already asleep.

---

Tifa snapped her eyes open. Not that there was much to see. Pretty much just bare walls by the look of it. A cell of some sort.

Great, was her first thought, captured on a routine mission.

She tried to move.

She couldn't.

As she looked down she quickly saw why. There had been no attempt at all to cover her breasts. If anything, her seating position accentuated their size. She was on a fairly large chair, held in place by some sort of straps. There were straps on her wrists, just below the elbow and circling around her armpits. A large strap rounded her waist tightly. After that things got even more scary. Not only had she not been given a new top, but her leather shorts and underwear had been removed too.

She was tied to the chair, stark naked!

Two straps held firm on her large upper thighs and her feet descended into some sort of boots, firmly attached to the chair itself. Something here was very, very wrong.

<<Subject has regained consciousness>> a droning computer voice chimed.

"Good," a sultry female voice joined it. "Proceed."

Tifa tried to pull at the straps but it was soon clear that they were not going to give way.

"What do you want?"

There was no answer.

"What are you going to do?"

Again there was nothing.

Tifa turned her head to one side and saw a mechanical arm with a bowl rising up from the side of the chair.

"What the hell…"

She looked over to the other side and saw a second arm and cup rising up, slowly turning.

"Why…" she started, then everything clicked. "NO WAY!" she yelled and tried again to stretch her bonds.

The large cups, rotated towards her chest. She did her best to avoid them but they were mechanically precise, and with her bonds, there was little she could do to prevent the cups from swallowing her large breasts. She watched in horror as the mechanical arms pressed the cups against her. Then she felt a sucking sensation as they pulled in tightly. Then there was a click noise.

<<Mammary manipulators in place>> the voice droned.

"Begin," the woman commanded.

At once the cups began a violent dance. They pushed and pulled, sucked and blew, tugged and strained, jiggled and shook.

Tifa was used to dealing with some degree of sensation, but these cups were bullying her breasts relentlessly. At one point Tifa was sure she felt jets of hot water being blasted against her tits. Another moment, the sensation was as if thousands of little ice balls were rolling over her flesh. Then it felt like a million electric needles were piercing her delicate flesh. Then there was a single, gentle lick that covered her nipples. Suddenly a violent pulsing slamming, undulation would begin to pump her tits again and again.

It was so chaotic that she had no idea what to make of it, which of course was exactly the way the system was designed. After thirty seconds, she felt that she couldn't last an instant more. After a minute, she was tugging furiously, knowing she couldn't stand another second. After five minutes, a small and silent part of her brain realized that the system was designed to make her feel that way, to make her incapable of lasting another second, yet somehow keeping her there. 

After half an hour, the machines finally stopped.

Tifa thought there had never been such a heavenly moment in all her life, as when the bowls uncoupled from her and receded. Her breasts were bruised and battered, covered in slime and other substances. Tifa herself was only on the edge of consciousness.

Two hoses extended from the ceiling and began to spray her with soothing elixirs, the bruises healing almost instantly. Still her head hung low.

From beside her a sharp needle pierced her arm and injected a Hyper, jolting her into full consciousness.

Tifa looked down at her body shamefully. All her years of building her body and training seemed useless. Her strong and muscular thighs were being held apart effortlessly by the straps, her deadly fists powerless. Her body was covered in sweat and slime, and her large, naked and healed breasts were covered in goo.

"Commence part two," the female commanded.

Tifa strained the bonds, but the healing potions and Hyper gave her no added strength.

Carried by mechanical arms, two large pipes ending in plastic cones moved towards her. She didn't even try to dodge as they sucked up her breasts again. A third pipe and triangular cone was positioned between her legs. Tifa struggled a little there, but to no avail.

<<Ready>> the computer announced.

"Induce Mako flow."

Mako energy is a very powerful thing. Drawn from the planet, it can make flight possible, charge terrible weapons, or even power whole cities.

It's a completely different story when two conduits of raw Mako energy are slammed directly into one's over-stimulated tits. Its another again, when half a second later a third conduit violates one's vagina, on the way hitting the vulva and clitoris for extra effect. Every square inch of Tifa's breasts erupted in waves of unfeasible pleasure. Every inch of flesh throughout her pussy became as sensitive as her clitoris, and her clitoris a thousand times more than that.

Had the straps not been as tight as they were, Tifa might very well have ripped her arms out of their sockets at the initial shock of the Mako waves. As it was there was nothing she could do but try to thrash her hips and arch her back mere centimeters. She was aware of the outside world but couldn't deny the undulating waves of sexual energy rippling through her body.

It was pleasure on a scale of which she had never felt.

"What do you think?"

Tifa struggled to open her eyes, and through the fog of fervor she could see the source of the female voice.

Scarlet.

Tifa had seen the maniacal woman before, a high executive at Shinra Corp. But, back then, she had been clothed. Now, like Tifa, Scarlet was naked. Unlike Tifa, she wasn't getting raw power fired into her clitoris and tits.

Scarlet stood tall and proud, her exposed breasts not as large as Tifa's, but big enough to require support.

"I call it the Mako Masturbator, Tifa. Do you like it?"

Tifa moaned slightly.

"Well you have to, really. You wouldn't believe how some of the test subjects took it. Still, you're a little tougher than them, aren't you Tifa." Scarlet gestured at her captive. "I'm very happy with your breasts. I knew they were big, but once I got your shirt off it was a real bonus. Larger is better when you deal with this machine. And with tits like yours, I can only imagine what it's like. Oh, you are a virgin too. Well this must be extra special for you."

Tifa tried to moan again.

"Okay then, down to business, Tifa."

From behind herself, Scarlet revealed a headband that held a piece of rock. She gently placed the band on her own head.

Dimly Tifa recognised them.

Manipulate materia and the hypno-crown.

"Don't resist me, Tifa." Scarlet's calm voice bored into the helpless woman's mind.

Tifa moaned and struggled, but the flow of Mako energy relentlessly buffeted her body. Her mind whirled furiously, but suddenly there were images in her mind, images she wanted to deny. Scarlet was there, along with Tifa. She was massaging her back softly, relaxing the woman. Slowly her hands glided around Tifa's waist and moved up, barely covering her large breasts, but the touch was with intense stimulation. Tifa felt the Mako energy flow as it surged over her breasts, but the image in her mind was that Scarlet's hands were pleasuring her. Then one of Scarlet's hands slipped down over Tifa's crotch, and her fingers rubbed her swollen vulva gently. The Mako energy was less than gentle but the effect was almost the same. Pleasure. Tifa felt her willpower slowly slipping away, but by this point she didn't really care.

Scarlet smiled as Tifa's eyes glazed over.

"Tifa?" she said softly.

"Yes?" Tifa replied, dazed by the physical assault and the mental mesmerism.

"Do you love me?"

"No."

"Tifa… You. Love. Me."

"I love you."

"My Tifa." Scarlet crouched in front of Tifa and looked into her eyes. "Love Me."

It was the signal for two things to happen.

Firstly, a helmet descended onto Tifa's head. Then the mechanical arm attached to the helmet forced Tifa's head to tilt up, and her eyes look into Scarlet's. The second thing that happened, was that the bottleneck on the Mako energy was removed. Ten times the flow of energy rushed over Tifa, and she shook and squirmed wildly.

Scarlet mentally refused to let Tifa scream, however.

As Tifa slowly faded from consciousness, pleasure dragging her into the darkness. She had no choice but to admit how much she loved Scarlet.

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Tifa was in a state of unconsciousness, expressionless. She hung upside down, legs clamped to the ceiling. From head to toe she was covered in a metallic suit, a second skin, tight enough to display every contour of her body. Various tubes extended from the walls of her chamber. One attached to her crotch and another two to her large breasts, which would have hung towards her neck if not constrained in the suit. Her head was covered in a similar silver skullcap, ears and eyes sporting other devices. Her arms were stretched out beneath her where they were cuffed and attached to the ground.

Next door, Scarlet was sitting in a chair, and wearing a similar metallic suit. She made the last adjustments, and placed a helmet with visor over her head.

<<Slave module ready for interface>>

"Do it!"

In the other room, Tifa screamed and thrashed wildly for about two seconds and then was still again.

---

Tifa opened her eyes. She was in some sort of building. No, it was an airship, maybe the Gelenka-type ships. But there was liquid dripping from the roof and pooling on the floor. She shook her head and looked around.

She adjusted the strap of her glove nervously, wondering where she was and why. Right now she couldn't remember. She walked into the next room, right into the path of a monster.

It was a writhing mass of tentacles, and Tifa assumed a serious battle pose. She was about to attack when the creature puffed out a cloud of pink gas toward her. Tifa jumped back, but not before taking a mouthful. She coughed and fell to her hands and knees, feeling dazed as the breath weapon assailed her.

The creature shot out a tentacle that wrapped around her arm/ It was slimy and warm, and strong. She was suddenly pulled up into the air. Finding her concentration, she tried to kick it but had no leverage. The creature whipped out three more tentacles to latch around her other limbs, stretching her arms and legs so that she was helpless.

Tifa looked at the center of the creature, and saw two red eyes that seemed to glow.

"TiiiiFaaaa!" A raspy voice cried.

"How do you know me? What the FUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!"

Some kind of energy scattered over her body, standing her hair on end and causing her muscles to tighten. When the burst finally stopped, she hung weakly in its grasp, and her clothes falling from her in a heap of ashes.

Two tentacles with plunger-like ends approached, and attached to her large breasts. While holding her firmly the tentacles began to squeeze and suck at her breasts. It was a strong sensation, but not painful. In fact Tifa found herself sickened by how good it felt. Each time the rhythmic squeezing and sucking repeated, she felt a little less willing to resist the feeling. Sometimes both breasts together, sometimes alternating. There was nothing she could do to fight it.

The clasping tentacles around her thighs and knees, drew her legs further apart. Another tentacle emerged from the creature and reached out to her crotch. The hot and slimy tentacle did not have a sucking end, but was rounded and smooth. It touched her hip and slid down to her vulva before moving back and forth at her slit. Then the smooth tip entered her. Tifa moaned at the pleasure of the sensation, but it was nothing compared with what was to come. It began to move in and out. Over and over the new tendril thrust into her body, vibrating and stimulating her. Tifa tried to fight the sensations on her breasts and pussy, but they were too strong and her body refused to obey.

Just when Tifa was about to achieve an orgasm, a bolt of lightning struck the tentacle beast.

It screamed. "EEEEEEEEE!"

The creature's three tendrils retreated and the four strong tentacles loosened, dropping Tifa to the floor. She crumpled to her hands and knees.

A massive pillar of flame erupted around the creature, silencing its scream. Then the fire died, leaving a smoldering, stinking mass of charred flesh. Quickly, a sheet of ice formed over the dead creature.

Tifa looked up to her savior.

"Hello Tifa." Scarlet gently lifted Tifa's naked body up and helped her walk some distance from the dead beast.

"What…? I…"

"You've been infected by that creature. We need to get you well again."

"Okay." Tifa agreed weakly. There was nothing else she could do.

Scarlet lowered Tifa to the ground and lay her on her back. She pulled off her backpack and fetched a gas mask. She slid the mask over Tifa's face.

"Now Tifa, the poison has to be sucked from you."

Tifa felt a relaxed sensation flow through her as she breathed in whatever healing gas she was being administered.

"Ugh Huh…"

Scarlet drew two tubes from the backpack and attached them to Tifa's nipples, which were still erect from the creature's attentions. Tifa seemed confused as the rubber tubes slipped over her stiff nipples. But she made no move to fight. Scarlet attached another mask-looking device at Tifa's crotch.

"Whaaah..."

"Now don't fight this Tifa."

Scarlet flicked a switch and a machine in her backpack began to pulse, sucking rhythmically at Tifa's nipples and crotch.

For her large breasts, it was quite a stimulation, but for her genitals it was unlike any pleasure she had ever felt.

Tifa moaned loudly, "Uhhhhhh!"

She rolled over and pushed herself up on her hands and knees. Her breasts hung down to with the tubes attached and sucked at her stiff nipples. Tifa was still fairly aroused from the monster's attentions, and felt the sexual excitement building in her again. In fact it was a massive surge building up inside her.

Scarlet twisted another dial, and Tifa felt more gas enter her facemask.

Just then an incredible orgasm ripped through her tortured body. Tifa blacked out.

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Scarlet lifted the helmet off her head and unhooked herself from her chair. She looked through a glass window, into the room next to her, where Tifa was hanging upside down.

The attached tubes were vibrating slightly, but Tifa's body remained motionless. The only thing that had changed was the fact that her face was now covered in a smile.

Scarlet grinned as she left the room. This job was proving to be a fun one.

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Tifa stood in the middle of a white room, and looked around for a way out, which did not present itself.

The floor felt warm and soft on her bare feet, and there was a flow of hot air spinning around her. Very hot in fact. Her tight shorts were getting wet from the sweat running down her body, and her ponytail was sticking to her sweaty  back. She felt drips run down her ample cleavage. She had no idea where she was.

The last thing she remembered was being put to sleep by the guard droid. Obviously her shirt had been removed, as her large breasts hung naked. And her gloves and boots had been taken. She was only dressed in her tight shorts. There was no way out of the room that she could see, but there had to be something.

Then she saw a panel open. It was small and mysterious, halfway across the room from her. She turned to face it, wondering what it meant.

Smash!

Tifa felt a blast hit her chest and she fell back to the floor. Shaking her head she sat up again. Leading from the wall in front of her were two thick tubes, wrapped in different colored wires/ The tubes stretched across the room, and were attached to two large plastic cups that covered Tifa's breasts. Tifa grabbed the tubes and pulled, to remove the cups, but there was suction and they refused to relinquish their grip.

She stood slowly and careful, holding the tubes in her hands. Then she pulled the tubes toward her, trying to yank them from the panel. They refused to relinquish their grip.

A wave of pleasure rippled through her breasts. Tifa released the tubes and sank to her hands and knees.

A computer voice spoke.

<<Subject: Tifa Lockheart. Subject exhibits large breasts that are highly sensitive and may be used for stimulation therapies. Sensor cups will now regulate subject's behaviour.>>

<< Tifa, stand.>>

A stunned Tifa remained kneeling.

<<STAND>>

Energy flowed through the cups into her breasts and she stood up hastily. The energy flow stopped and Tifa exhaled.

<<Kneel>>

"What?"

<<KNEEL>>

Her breasts were blasted with energy again.

She lowered herself to her knees.

<< Stand >>

Tifa followed the instructions.

<< Jump >>

If she refused, the machine bombarded her with irresistible force.

<< Sit >>

Was this just torture, trying to break her mind or body?

<< Stand >>

After an hour, the exhausted Tifa stood up again.

<<Walk >>

Tifa felt the pipes retracting, dragging her with them. She shuffled across the room to the wall, her chest being forced right up against it. Then the panel receded and her breasts were pulled into the darkness. Her shoulders and hips were only an inch or two from the wall.

<< Remove shorts >>

Tifa was too tired to question. Being held against the wall made it a struggled, but soon her tight shorts were around her feet and she kicked them aside.

<< Remove underwear >>

She was too tired to fight. Fine. After another squirming session to get the tight panties over her ass, the underwear feel to her feet. She also kicked it aside.

<< Raise arms >>

Anything to get this over with. She raised her arms.

<< Spread feet >>

She pushed her hands against the wall above her for balance and slowly worked her feet outwards until she heard a rapid series of snaps.

Her wrists and ankles had been shackled and locked to the wall. Tifa felt her large breasts being kneaded and manipulated inside the wall. At one point she felt a sharp jab but then the pain subsided. Inside the machine, her breasts had thin needles inserted into them.

Tifa felt a panel opened at her hips and a mechanical arm reached out between her legs. The arm rotated and unfolded, revealing a smooth cylinder that pushed up against her vulva. It continued pushing, uncomfortably, and Tifa moved her hips forward to relieve the pressure. The cylinder found her entrance and pushed inside her vagina, stopping once it was in position. Straps closed around her thighs. holding her crotch against the open panel. She felt another strap close around her waist. Then more straps on her forearms, then calves. Tifa was totally pinioned to the wall. Another panel opened above her and a helmet was positioned on her head.

There was silence then, as Tifa was strapped to the wall and the probed and groped by the hidden machine stopped.

The white wall seemed to tilt and fall forward, into darkness. Tifa's stomach lurched as she fell forward, strapped to the wall that was falling into darkness.

---

"Tifa?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Your breasts are wonderful. We will suck them. We will suck the will from you. Your vagina is virgin. We will fuck you. We will fuck your will from you. You will not resist us. You will surrender."

It began.

"AHHHHHHH!" Tifa screamed out.

Her mind was ripped apart by the machine. Her every secret, deviant sexual imaginations, and every erotic fantasy played out like a movie in front of her. Her own fantasies stimulated her mind as if she was masturbating. Her breasts delighted and jigged in stimulation. Her pussy was penetrated and her clit swollen with arousal. There was no resistance from her. She gave in, as the machines drained any will she had.

"Tifa. Your resistance is gone. You are ours. We are fucking you."

"Yes," she droned. "Fuck me."

They did.

Tifa was on her elbows and knees, breasts drooping to the floor. They were held in large cups. Likewise her calves and forearms were strapped down. A large probe with two bulbous ends slowly thrusting back and forth at her pussy. One of the bulging ends was inside her vagina, and the other round end pressed and rubbed at her clit. She felt captive and useless, wondering what was going on. Obviously someone had brought her here after the sleep spell, but why she didn't know.

A woman's voice asked, "Do you know what the probe is doing Tifa?"

Tifa turned her head to see Scarlet dressed in a thin shirt and shorts.

"No." Tifa gritted her teeth.

"Well, it's arousing certain parts of your body, tricking you into thinking that other things are going on. You've been out for a while and it's just about ready."

"What are you going to do to me?"

"You have wonderful tits, Tifa."

"What do my tits have to do with this?"

"Oh Tifa. You're lactating."

"What?"

"Your tits are full of milk."

"How…why?"

"The stimulator has released the right hormones to make your body think you're lactating. And now you are."

"But why?"

"So we can milk you Tifa."

Tifa felt the cups sucking on her breasts, extracting her milk from them. They sucked again and she felt another spurt from her nipples. The cups sucked methodically, and continuously every few seconds. She cold feel her milk spuirt out with each motion. Tifa screamed and tugged at her bonds in raw indignation. Slowly Tifa felt her will being sapped too. It wasn't just pain, but also pleasure that waved through her each time the cups sucked from her.

"Do you like being milked, Tifa?"

"Go to hell." Tifa panted.

Scarlet smiled as she looked over readings. She pulled a helmet attached to a cable, down from the ceiling and moved it over Tifa's head.

Tifa shook a few times, but was unable to stop her. "Fuck you--"

Quickly, so that Tifa couldn't stop her, Scarlet plugged a mouthpiece between Tifa's lips. Then she adjusted a strap under Tifa's chin.

Tifa looked at the mouthpiece, connected to a long tube. She tried to spit it out, but Scarlet had already locked it in place.

Scarlet stood and walked over to a control panel and pushed a few buttons.

Tifa felt the warm liquid fill her mouth.

"You can drink it." Scarlet said.

Milk. Her milk. Specially treated in the machine and force fed back to her. At first she gagged and tried to resist but the tube pulsed, spewing more of her warm milk into her mouth. She had to swallow. It was warm and sweet as she felt it run down her throat.

Tifa did not know yet, but her breast milk was laced with an assortment of mind-numbing drugs. The milk stopped flowing, allowing a break. Then a minute later, a bit more filled her mouth.

She kept swallowing the milk as it was fed into her and pumped out again. A perfect cycle of corruption. Tifa felt her head spinning as the drugs invaded her. Laced with her own extracted hormones, she was unable to fight as they invaded her mind. So too did the helmet begin to brainwash her softly. It fired lights into her eyes and played soothing music. Soon she was so dazed that she relaxed and enjoyed the genital probe as it took her to orgasm over and over.

The cups continued to pump her breasts of their milk and fed her stronger mixes of the sweet fluid. Tifa tried to groan but her mouth was full of warm, creamy milk and her pussy was being stimulated by the bulbous probe dripping with her juices.

<<Drink from your tits, Tifa!>> The helmet commanded.

And she did.

---

"You understand your place?" Scarlet smiled as her hand massaged the large breast of the woman lying next to her on the bed.

"Yes." Tifa smiled.

Scarlet was enjoying what time she had left with Tifa. Soon she would be placed back on the street, with no recollection of her programming. She would periodically be unconsciously triggered and collected, to report to Scarlet about the activities of Avalanche, before being made to forget about the data sharing rendezvous. Of course, she wouldn't stop fighting the Shinra Corporation. But she would also be helping them as an unwitting spy.

"Do I have to go now?" Tifa asked coyly.

"One more time Tifa. One more time."

THE END

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