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When Avalanche made their plan, they hadn't realized quite how effective it would be. Too effective as it turned out. There was no denying that if anyone in their group could draw the eyes of Shinra operatives, drag them to a more secluded location, and weasel out some secrets, it was Tifa. But, when the news came the next day, it became clear that Tifa was a bit too appealing and they had underestimated just how cruel Shinra was. The article heading read: Prostitute Hospitalized After Found Brutalized in Alleyway and showed a picture that took some time to recognize as being Tifa at all.
Tifa had her qualms with being sent out dressed like a street walker, no, to be a street walker, but she knew the mission was far more important. All she needed was one weak willed Shinra soldier to fall to a little wink and her revealing clothes and they could have all the information they possibly needed. Although, it was still hard taking all the stares from passersby and the occasional offer she had to decline while pretending she wasn't dressed like a whore. Although, dressed was a very strong term for what she wore.
Her feet were crammed into high heeled sandals with straps that ran just below her toes and halfway up her shins, leaving most of her foot bare to show off how much they angled upwards and the sheer, thigh-high, nylon stockings that almost seemed to dye her long legs and thick thighs a hazy shade of black. The power in her thighs was belied by the thick layer of fat that made them squish over the edge of the stockings and made her lower half jiggle so enticingly. Her ass was just as rounded and soft, honed into two perfect bubbles that jiggled like jello and were so thick that the bottoms she wore, little more than black underwear made out of a thick, solid material akin to bike shorts that barely made them be called 'shorts,' wedged between her rolling cheeks with every somewhat shaky step to almost become something more akin to a g-string thong. Then, there was her top that couldn't even pretend to be something for any sort of modesty. It was an off shoulder crop top that barely came down beneath the large swells of her heavy breasts with long sleeves that ended in the kind of finger-less gloves that were just a single strip of cloth along the back of the hand hooking around the middle finger, but if the amount of cleavage showing from her bra-less chest wasn't enough, the black material was the same sheer color of her stockings, fully revealing the perfect, fat teardrop shapes of her soft yet perky mounds and the small, silver rings piercing the tips of her pink nipples.
However, her gripes about the struggle it was to walk in such high heels while her body was on full display stopped when she saw a group of four Shinra soldiers strolling down the street. A single glance at them told her she should turn and wait for another guy, preferably on his own. All four were big and burly men, the kind of guy who spent all day bulking up in the gym and likely didn't need a gun to single-handedly storm their headquarters. However, before she could make a decision, the largest of the four, a dark skinned man with a fluffy mustache appearing beneath the helmet masking his face, affixed her with a grin.
"Hey, bitch," The cheer in his voice as he hurried over, just a little too fast for her to consider running, made her tremble in fear. There was no hesitation or care, just a vaguely masked cruelty, "We were just looking for someone like you to help us unwind."
All at once, she was surrounded by all four men, their warmth washing over her and making it hard to breathe.
"I only take—" She tried to muster some form of excuse, but the men probably never considered giving her a chance to speak or even say a price.
A fist slammed into her bared midriff so hard that she doubled over with a sharp, hacking cough. As she struggled to hold in a dry heave, thankful she had skipped lunch, and grabbed her already sore and reddened belly, one strong hand was grabbing onto her long, black hair. She saw a few men look her way as they dragged her into an alley, was sure everyone heard her shrill cry for help, but nothing happened. No one came to stop the soldiers from pinning her to the wall, slamming her head against it hard enough that her scream cut off, while the smallest of them was pushed forward by the dark-skinned man.
There was something said between them that she didn't quite catch with her world still spinning and her heart thumping in her ears. Tifa tried to struggle against the two arms pinning hers into the wall, grinding them a little, but paused when she heard the thump of armor on the ground then the sound of a zipper. A pair of huge hands grabbed her shorts and, with one vicious tug tore them free of her body. If not for the men pinning her down, she would have fallen to the floor as her legs were pulled from under her. She was never given the chance to get her feet back under her.
In the very next moment, she felt something hard jamming between her cheeks, barely noticing that the man had only taken a few faltering steps. There was the twinge of pain as the unlubed cock rammed into her asshole and another realization that the tip of that cock dwarfed her asshole and warped her cheeks from its size. Then, with a strength she could hardly fathom and another burst of fiery pain, the first few inches lurched into her. To say her asshole was stretched sounded wrong. It snapped into place after just a moment of feeling like the thing would push her pucker into her body, nearly being torn apart by the force.
However, her mind barely processed that, barely processed anything at all. Her world became a swirling whirl of sensations and fullness as the seemingly endless cock forced its way deep through her guts. Her lower half was forced right back against the wall, from the vicious slams, from the sheer size and dryness of that cock catching inside of her and slamming her forward. Yet, even by the time her stomach slammed against it, only a thin layer of her skin connected, her body already bulging from a cock as thick as her torso. Her mind didn't try to fathom how the thing fit inside of her as it simply struggled to accept the strange mix of pleasure and pain wracking her with every thrust that forced inch after inch past her tightly clenching insides.
Her screams lasted mere moments before the breath was being knocked out of her lungs. Tifa's mind continued to scramble, trying to dissect the thick, painful weight slamming into her ribs while her feet began to lift off of the ground. The clacking of her heels on the cement lasted for mere seconds before she was pushed up the wall. Every thrust was just shallow enough that it felt like the man was just cramming more and more in, only pulling back enough to get the force to slam back into her. She couldn't breathe, her body was being torn apart, and the men around her were just laughing and jeering.
"Come on, Clyde, fuck her to death! We didn't bring you out here to be a pussy, dammit! Here, let me show you," The pressure on her arms was relieved right as the dark-skinned man grabbed her head.
The cock inside of her almost seemed to twist as she was spun around and bent over, and it certainly seemed to grind that little bit deeper inside of her. Her spine was being scraped by the engorged tip already turning her guts into putty and twisting her mouth into a perpetual scream. With her eyes rolled back she almost didn't see the big, black cock springing up in front of her mouth, didn't see the yellow orbs inset down the length of it. One strong hand squeezed her cheeks while the other grabbed her shirt and pulled. As a big swathe of the fabric tore free and let her hanging tits flop out more fully into the air, the man thrust into her throat.
Despite the lubrication of her saliva, it was just as much a struggle for him to force his way down her throat... or should have been. The first few inches lodged in her throat in an instant, turning her silent scream into a struggling gurgle, and the hand moved down to her throat. There was little point to choking her, not with how little breath Tifa could already take in, but he delighted in squeezing, delighted in making her already tight, virgin passage that much tighter. Or, perhaps, he just loved feeling the way he completely broke her throat. A second thrust had three of those orbs slammed down her gullet and that length popping her collarbone out of place. While the man behind her struggled to get past her ribs, the man in her mouth so easily turned her into a toy, so easily brutalized her.
Then, the materia set along that cock activated, releasing a charge as her tight, hot flesh ground against the smooth stone. Tifa's brain was struggling with the weirdly nice contrast of the rough texture of bulging veins and the smooth orbs when the first shock careened through her body. The entire world faded for a moment, long enough that the cause slipped past her. Then the next thrust down her throat sent a second intense jolt of lightning through her very being, making her nipples tingle and stiffen as it charged her piercings up. Panic didn't have a chance to set in, instead mixing with the cruel, shameful pleasures quickly overcoming the horror of feeling her insides clamp down around cocks already tearing her up in their attempt to fill her.
The entire world began to fade in and out around her. Tifa's senses grew numb in that way as she drifted off to sleep, making every sensation that much stronger, that much more pleasurable as the pain faded away. The shocks through her body making her squeeze down just made the pleasure peak and her cunt gush so lewdly. Her mind gave up doing anything more than giving in to the four soldiers brutalizing her and crested the waves without resistance just to defend what was left of Tifa's sanity. And Tifa would have broken completely if not for that.
The four men were merciless as she faded in and out of position after position and her body being twisted in so many ways. That soldier in her ass, Clyde, lasted mere moments after her bowels began to spasm and cling to his cock and as her back arched to really put pressure on his cock. There was a flood of heat that ran through her and stuffed her stomach, making it bulge before thick spurts sprayed from her asshole. If not for the cock slamming down past her heart, shocking it so much that she was certain she slipped in and out of death itself, she would have had that much seed spraying from her nose and lips. Instead, her ass became a fountain that one of the other men plugged up.
Then, she was being fucked for real, spit-roasted between two big, strong men. Tifa spasmed and would have jerked about if not for the inhuman lengths straightening her body out, so strong and stiff that even the full force of her spasms couldn't bend them. Even with electricity flowing through every fiber of her being, it was the intense thrusts on either end of her that made her middle bend and buck so wildly and her fat tits swing and clap. The world was filled with the wet, lurid smacking of hips against her soft, pillowy ass and the deep squelching of her bloated stomach being stirred up. At some point between blasts of electricty, the dark-skinned man had cum down her throat, making her belly a taut balloon and her nose burn from the white shooting from it.
However, there was no end to the shocking. He shared her with everyone else but never took his cock out of her, never stopped making her feel those smooth orbs and intense volts twist out orgasm after orgasm. Her cunt sprayed out over the cement as he folded her legs against her shoulders and plowed her cunt, jamming her womb up against her heart. Then, a second cock was piercing her cunt as well, stretching it so much that it was gaping wider than her entire body when they were done. For those long minutes of being double stuffed, her entire world shifted in and out of the most intense ecstasy she was sure she would ever feel as every last nerve in her extra sensitive cunt was wrapped so tightly around those two gigantic rods.
Her mind lost track of everything that happened after that, frying itself as the umpteenth orgasm wracked her in a row. She was aware of being thrown to the ground, of having her body burned from the friction of being fucked against cement so roughly that she slid almost an inch with each thrust. She was aware of being slammed against the wall and her head thudding as one big hand followed the short, shallow hammering of his massive cock. She was aware of being stretched open in ways that she would never recover from, her body becoming three loose craters perfectly sized to suck against those cocks and nothing else, of becoming a husk made for nothing but to be fucked and defiled. Her world was drowned and bathed in cum with the white gun being massaged into her ass and tits as they massaged and smacked them until they were red and raw.
Then, the shocking stopped.
The world came into view with the four men above her sneering down as they held their flaccid cocks in their hands. The dark-skinned man's mouth moved, but she heard nothing, her ears stuffed with their oozing, still hot seed. Tifa should have been ashamed as their piss arched down and splattered onto her body, marking her as worse than a whore and cleaning the white off of her with thin, web-like streams of yellow and clear, but she could only shiver. It was as if some part of her body had completely given into her position as some sort of toy or just their toilet. Her distended belly was sloshing with their cum already, and her gaping ass and cunt had more pooled deep within them.
However, it wasn't quite over yet. The leader stepped forward and slammed his fist up her ass, easily getting the big, muscly arm so deep that his fist punched her lungs, then he slammed the second one up her, bulging her body much like their cocks had but with significantly less effort. Another man leered down at her and pressed his fist up against her reshaped asshole as well. That time, there was a strain that wiped away some of the merciful fog from Tifa's mind, making her gasp and shudder in an all new way. The third arm had her stretched to the limit, her abdomen becoming a lumpy bulge wider than even both massive cocks had managed in her cunt. Yet, a fourth arm was starting to push into her with a fresh spurt of their cum.
That strain made the world swim and almost seemed to make the synapses in her mind snap like taut string. Darkness started to weigh on her as the fist slowly drove deeper into her. She could barely even feel the fist by the time it reached her lungs, could barely feel the fifth and sixth start to press against her asshole. The men didn't stop just for the limits of her body, they made her legs dislocate and her pelvis snap to make room and they widened the crater her body had become with a sadistic glee. Even with the almost hellish sight her body had become, they forced Clyde's arms into her as well, filling her with all eight as much as they could. Her stomach was still distended, but the cum had long been forced from her mouth and ass. The bulge inside of her was uneven and grotesque from half of the arms only fitting to the elbow, almost shifting as her weak, pained body spasmed. Tifa just barely clung to consciousness, yet the dull, throbbing pulse rolling through her was as deep and harsh as anything she had felt before.
She could just barely hear as they pulled outwards with one last long, deep, echoing squelch. The noise stretched just like her asshole did as they all moved at once, pulling out a few inches of her bowels before they could quite pop free. It added a strange shape to the crater her body had become, turning her lower half into what almost appeared to be a mushroom cut from the stem just below the cap. To call her broken would almost seem idiotic. Most people would be horrified by such a sight let alone the very desires needed to enact that upon another human. Tifa was just barely conscious, barely able to groan and see them as they just sighed and stretched like they had just finished a relaxing stay at the spa.
"Sluts like her really hit the spot," The dark-skinned man said before grinning down at her, "And it's not like anyone will miss this scum. Plenty more whores to wear out, isn't that right boys?!"
The men all cheered and left her alone in that alley. The cold hard concrete was all she could really feel as she drifted into the darkness.