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A Little Revenge, Corneo-Style {darkest_fate&Azecreth}

darkest_fate

darkest_fate

machina erotica
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Dec 17, 2009
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The world should be safe. They'd beaten back the evil, insane swordsman and his mutated, plague spewing mother. They'd utilized the very Lifestream to divert a meteor and prevent it from destroying the world. Along the way they'd managed to over throw a corrupt company (which of course still technically survives), rewritten history, found several lost materia, and helped research about how the Lifestream and mako energy function increase spectacularly. So yes, the world should be at peace. There shouldn't be a problem.

Yet here Tifa Lockhart was, strolling through the market of sector six, right in the middle of what was undeniably a black market.

That Midgar had one of these was hardly surprising: the dingy city had always been the sort of place where people wanted and gil held sway. In fact, this area had been something of a den of sin even before the earth shattering calameties and the heroes that saved the day (one of which was now strolling down the street). People would always need things, and there would always be shady people looking to sell them.

But AVALANCHE had gotten wind that there might be some illicit substances. Their bold little group had stretched thin, what with Shinra still in operation and a need to watch out for threads left over from when Midgar was attacked. Plus Vincent had that wonderful tendency to wander off and Cid commuted between Midgar and Rocket Town. Really, Tifa had been eager to get away from everyone, particularly Cloud. Ugh, she loved that man, but at times he just could not get it. But it felt nice to be out and alone, even in a place like this.

And she'd changed back into her old traveling clothes, or at least newer renditions. the tight black leather skirt wrapped about her swaying hips,putting them and a set of literally killer legs on display. The long ebony hair thudded against her rock hard ass with each step, tied with a single ribbon at the bottom. A pale expanse of flesh, including a near six pack of hardened muscle, showed between two suspenders. And said suspenders glanced over a fairly prodigious chest, held down by a halter top and some wrapping. All topped up with a beautiful smiling face and bright, expressive brown eyes.

Tifa was starting to treat this more like a shopping trip at this point. AVALANCHE really just needed to make contact and get supplies moving, and it was pretty clear that this was just your run of the mill black market. Tifa paused in front of a guy who had several boxes filled with shimmering materia. Smiling a little, she nodded to him and stretched up on her toes, trying to get a good look at his wares, wanting to make sure that he didn't have anything too dangerous. Had to focus though, which made her nervous, but it wasn't like she'd need to worry about dropping her guard: the people loved her, right?
 
Where there was a need, there was someone to fill it. That was one of the basic tenets of free enterprise, and these days business was quite good. Sure, the world had nearly been destroyed multiple times and various other calamities had happened, but life went on. Where there was life, there was people who needed things. And for a city that had been devastated like Midgar, there were plenty of people like that. Was it any shock that a black market would continue to persist even after everything that had happened?

Besides, it wasn't as if the WRO had the sort of resources that would be needed to go and break this sort of thing up with force. Not in a manner that would be permanent. So it was allowed to persist for the benefit of both good and bad people, and likely would continue to do so for a while.

The market was busy, barely any organization to be seen beyond the rows that would let people move from one merchant to another. Even then it was not so easy, with various goods and human detritus cast about without purpose or hope. It was a place that didn't suit someone like Tifa, certainly not in the clothes that she currently wore. There were plenty of people willing to try and cop a feel or even more than that, though it was a notion they were quick to abandon once she had made an example of the first few poor souls to try. But nobody would miss them anyway

With that out of the way, her investigation continued, and soon enough turned into something of a shopping trip. Not that there was much of a difference to those who ran the market, who were nonetheless willing to entertain anyone who had cash. She looked like she had it, so as long as she didn't cause too much trouble, she could stay.

The man running the stall that she had stopped in front of wore a cordial smile as she looked through his wares, a man like this one of the more rich individuals in the market if he could afford to acquire and sell Materia. He watched her carefully as she eyed his product, letting a sigh escape as he straightened up. "See anything you like?" he asked after a moment. "I've got all sorts of Materia, pretty good quality too. You know how hard it is to get Materia from a place like Wutai? Very. You're not gonna find stuff like this just lying around elsewhere." He quickly looked her over, to determine if he had caught her interest
 
Yeah, Tifa got attention wherever she went. By now she'd grown used to it, knowing that it came from her decent sized chest, from the body she'd earned from constant martial arts training and adventuring and all that. If anything, it just made her embarrassed, particularly now, since she and Cloud were... something? Okay, she didn't really know what she and Cloud were, but it was enough to keep people at a distance. And while she did spend a good deal of time dodging people, she did also punch one guy in the face hard enough that he might not get back up again.

For now, she was busy looking over this particular stall of goods, using her practiced adventurer's eye. Tifa had quite a few materia equipped, including some stuff that she'd been using since she'd set out from Midgar way back in the beginning. It glittered in her fingerless gloves, and shimmered from her bracers. She looked over the current offerings and... yeah, it did look pretty legit.

"From Wutai?" she repeated, raising her brows as she reached for one, picking it up and weighing it in her palm. Low level, but that was expected. You rarely got stuff from stores that had seen use. But this one did seem to have some energy stored up. "I thought Wutai had a shortage of materia," she gave him another quick look, before shrugging, setting it down. She wasn't sure they really needed materia, so much as they needed more basic goods. Still, she did suppose she should be looking over these goods, and if he really got his stuff from Wutai....

...actually thinking of Wutai jogged Tifa's memory. There had been that whole thing with Yuffie there, stolen materia and all that nonsense. Then there had been.... right, they'd beaten Corneo in Wutai! The thought made Tifa snort, shaking her head as she looked the stuff over. Slightly worrying, but it wasn't like there was summoning materia or anything laying around. She might buy one just to get it checked out, but she didn't think they had to worry about this. In fact, Tifa was beginning to wonder if they should bother worrying about this black market at all.
 
"No you're correct," the man admitted with a chagrined chuckle as Tifa examined one of the many orbs present in a bit more detail. "People who don't know better tend to find that impressive." So while he was admitting that he had been planning to overcharge her for any materia that she considered buying, at least he was honest when caught. Though that could just be that he had perhaps seen what she'd done to that poor fellow earlier and didn't feel like joining him by pissing her off.

Nonetheless the glimmer of recognition had appeared in his eyes, though she hadn't noticed it with the distractions at hand. Pacing in his booth, he reached down to look at some of the other product that he currently had in storage right now. He didn't have all of his product up there after all, not when it might be stolen. That was just common sense when one was in a place like this.

"So, can I interest you in anything?" he asked as he straightened up with his search concluded. She did seem to be interested after all and he wouldn't miss the opportunity for a sale. Or at least that was the impression he gave off just before he activated the Sleep Materia that would seek to bring her down before she even knew that it was there and had the chance to react to it. Normally he wouldn't have done this to his customers, but Tifa here was someone particularly special, and he couldn't let this opportunity slip away from him. It wasn't personal, at least for him, just business
 
"Yeah, I guess that makes sense," allowed Tifa, smiling and nodding. "Still, you might want to get your story straight..." she sorted through, wondering where he'd gotten this. Nothing looked too bad though, and she was starting to think that she should just buy one or two and get out of there. Maybe some of the status working spells or something that had a few levels. Worse came to it, she could ask Yuffie if it was something she'd stolen. It would be almost funny if someone had gotten into the ninja's materia stash.

"I think maybe---" began Tifa. She held a materia in her hand and she turned to look at him, that semi friendly smile on her lips. She saw a materia on her bracer glow for a moment, which struck her as odd. IT was almost... almost like one of her defense materia was trying to fight something. That made her tense, and her head snapped, looking to the man. Tifa's hand lurched to attack--

--only to droop. "Oh no, Sleep---" was all she managed to get out. The spell hit her hard, and she hadn't been defended entirely against the stuff.... just resistant. So while he may have been expecting her to instantly drop, instead Tifa wavered. She'd taken that step, unconsciously wasting time checking and reacting. now, however, now it made her knees buckle. The monk's long hair seemed to almost wave around her as she looked up, blinking, her brown eyes clouding over. Her lips moved to form words, but she couldn't get anything out, simply falling over and slumping as darkness took over, putting her into an enchanted sleep.
 
The man grinned as it worked like a charm, though she did give him a scare for a second or two because of the delay in the spell taking effect that made him almost worried that it hadn't worked at all. Which would have been bad for him given who she was, understandably. But at least he didn't have to be concerned for more than a bit as her knees buckled and she hit the ground with the Sleep spell taking effect. It was too late for her now,

"He's gonna love this," the man remarked, leaving his stall to pull the unconscious brawler off to the side to wait for pick up. Much though he might want to, he satisfied himself with nothing past a bit off groping before moving to deliver the message of what he had just picked up to the Don. Corneo had promised quite a bit of money for people like her, so long as they weren't spoiled, and he certainly planned to collect on what was being offered.

By the time the spell wore off and Tifa awoke, she would find that she was far from where she had fallen asleep. On the plus side she wasn't waiting up naked in an alleyway or something like that. On the downside, she was waking up suspended in a tube, filled with some sort of green fluid. A mask meant that she still had air to breath, but otherwise there was a variety of different tubes and sensors connected to her all over her body. If she looked she would find herself in a laboratory of some sort, with a couple other tubes like hers that were currently empty, and a lot of equipment for carrying out various experiments and gaining readings.

Most importantly though, the room was currently occupied. There were a couple grunts probably serving as guards, an older man with spiky grey hair in a lab coat, and a figure that she would probably find familiar. In mid conversation, they stopped as the equipment reported changed readings, and someone noticed her eyes. She wouldn't have much of reprieve it seemed

Stepping up to the tube, Don Corneo looked up at his captive with a vicious grin. Oh, he'd been looking forward to a moment like this for a long time. "Welcome back," he said happily. "It's a pleasure to see you again Tifa."
 
The brawler could resist such spells, but fortunately they'd thought of that. Whatever she'd been hit with would put her out until someone actively attacked her or used some specific medicine on her... or time, lots and lots of time. It apparently took the latter.

Tifa woke with a start. Well toned muscles flexed as the brawler's instincts took effect. Fortunately for perhaps Corneo and those on the other side, the liquid slowed what might have otherwise been a devastating punch. Tifa felt her fist smacking against the tube, the richocheting making her wince. She recoiled back, sucking in breath, only then realizing that said breath came through a tube. Those brown eyes went wide as Tifa looked all about her: some sort of strange, green liquid surrounded her utterly. She bobbed amid it, with so much connected to her. She stared, seeing tubes, tracing their path. They stuck into her body via needles, ready to pour something directly into her, while sticking upward to ceiling or downward to floor. The machines would doubtless show Tifa's heart rate rocketing.

She spent a moment checking herself for other wounds, finding little to none beyond what they needed to prep (this also let her examine just how much they'd done to prepare her; were her clothes still in place? what about her body hair, including the unruly thatch of black upon her loins? Any signs of insertion? She needed to check it all). Eventually a voice, a familiar voice, caught her attention. Tifa jerked, blinking through the bubbling green liquid. There, there she could just see him, someone... familiar.

Tifa let out a yell of both shock and fury, again jerking, trying to kick or punch the glass, her fury rising quickly, adding some strength to her muscles. How the hell did Corneo crawl out of the hole they'd put him in?
 
Tifa's inspection was relatively thorough, only inhibited by her inability to see her back. She wasn't wearing clothes, which made sense considering what she was hooked up with and probably was for the best anyway. Who knew what this green stuff would have doe to her clothes had shebeen wearing them. Those stains would have been a pain in the ass to remove. Though on the downside it did allow Corneo to have basically total view of her body, so perhaps it wasn't that great of a thing after all. There were no wounds beyond the sites where needles had been attached, though she would find that while she had not been completely shaved she had indeed been trimmed down to something much more subdued, presumably because of the needs of the equipment.

Corneo managed to keep from jumping back at [her blow as she tried to hit the side of the tube to effect some sort of escape. Gesturing to the doctor who hurried over to the console, Tifa would be able to hear the hiss before she was injected with a mild sedative. It wouldn't put her out, but it would take the edge off of her aggression and keep her from launching any sort of breakout attempt. With how pissed off she was right now, best to not take chances.

That left the Don to chuckle, shaking his head. "Now now, we wouldn't want you injuring yourself," he pointed out with the smug look of someone who knew that he had all the power. Which he did, so long as she was hooked up to all that equipment. "I'll admit, I didn't believe it at first when I was told just who had been collected for me, but it was definitely worth the trip to see it in person. Payback can be so delicious after all. And with all the trouble you and your friends put me though, I think some is deserved." Of course he overlooked his own transgressions in those affairs, instead considering the considerable amount that he had lost.

"We're good to go sir," the doctor reported from the console, poised and ready to do....something. Given all indications it probably involved torture of some kind, though the truth was a bit more different than that. He didn't need information from her, not yet. Instead revenge was the main dish for the day, and he was looking forward to the show.

Grinning, Corneo clapped his hands in delight as he glanced over at his employee. "Excellent." His gaze then quickly returned to Tifa. "Luckily for you Doctor Manfred here just finished perfecting the process we'll be using on you. So you won't have to worry about any pesky side effects or things going horribly wrong. That would be such a waste." He doubted it would console her any, but it was worth saying anyway. He could afford to talk a bit right now as he let her stew in anticipation.
 
At least everything checked out. no visible wounds or scarring or any real horrible damage. Her breasts still looked full and perky, her body still looked well toned and hale. Even her body hair had been left untouched, with the loose black strands hovering about her in the tank and the thick ruff of black guarding her nether regions. That slender slit looked downright girlish upon the curvy and well built body of the brawler, just peeking through. Fortunately Tifa had enough mobility to at least obscure it from vision, though not enough to completely cover it. She couldn't completely cover anything, not with how she'd been situated.

Something cool slid into Tifa from one of the tubes. She felt it, and knew it before its effect took hold: a sedative. Experience and strength generally meant Tifa could fight those off, which they probably had already taken into consideration. This particular dosage would make her just sluggish enough to stop her from fighting or squirming. And Tifa would've doubtless continued pounding on the glass till it gave way, regardless of the injuries to herself. Instead, she simply floated, floated and watched and listened as Corneo kept going. Tifa could hear him even through the strange liquid substance, hear him taunting and complaining. She wanted to jerk and scream, and she did feel noises starting to bubble up... before she realized her predicament.

Tifa doubted they'd drown her, not when they went through all this trouble. Clearly they intended to do something like one of Hojo's experiments to her, judging by this ridiculous setup. Tifa could even hear a doctor saying something from a distance, but she couldn't make it out. It looked like they were... ready. TIfa felt another stab of panic, but the sedative prevented her from doing more than widening her eyes and tensing her muscles. Tifa knew she had to fight it, to get it ready.

Even still, she very nearly asked the question: What process? They were going to do a process on her? Tifa's eyes widened and she fought to remain calm, feeling her heart beating faster and faster. Clearly Corneo wanted her... and she knew precisely what sort of things he wanted girls for. She tried to move, but her limbs wouldn't react, and she couldn't even stir. Tifa closed her eyes for a moment, trying to summon some inner reserve of strength. No materia, no equipment, drugged... she couldn't do anything, and the realization was starting to sink in with each passing second.
 
Corneo found himself a bit saddened that the sedative had put Tifa in such a state, where he couldn't even enjoy her outrage at what he was about to do. Of course the fact that her outrage was usually expressed through her fists made for a compelling reason as to why he might not want to experience that anyway, but perhaps he was being a bit sentimental for times gone by when he still had that sort of influence. It was a far cry from where he was now.

With a sigh he turned to face the Doctor. "Begin the procedure," he told the man with a gesture. It was time to show Tifa just what they had in store for her.

"Yes Don," the doctor agreed before pressing a couple buttons and activating the relevant machinery. A hum filled the tube, the green fluid slightly agitated as the lab came to life. But what it involved would remain something of a mystery, at least until the mako hit her system. She would know of the SOLDIER program, which involved exposing test subjects to raw mako in order to create super soldiers to fight for Shinra. But this was different from that. Corneo wasn't trying to make super soldiers, and as a result the exposure process was more targeted. Nerve clusters, erogenous zones, those killer legs of hers, as well as an injection that targeted the pleasure centers of the brain.

As part of the multi staged process Materia would also be applied, particulates from various types included in the mako being injected whilst the spells they imbued took effect. Restore magic, barrier magic, time magic, things that would keep her durable and able to better keep up with the punishment that her new position would put her through.

Following the initial infusion of mako there would be other injections of various chemicals and pheromones, designed primarily to ensure the stability of the mako infusion while also acting to improve her natural sex appeal. All very necessary for the process to succeed, though for Tifa it was going to hurt like hell.

But eventually the process would come to an end, the time it took indeterminate with the other things that she had to go through. But she was left in the tube so they could monitor her and make sure that nothing went wrong. All that remained was to see if this operation had been a success.
 
A gesture, and bubbled words just barely audible through everything. Tifa jerked, trying to push, trying to use her last blast of emotions or to do anything. Her face contorted with anger and frustration: she'd saved the world! She should be able to fight through this. The tube hummed, and Tifa felt her heard quicken. As Corneo stated, she knew what was coming, how the raw mako would hit her, enhance her. There would be no coming out of this tube the same. And as far as Tifa knew, whatever this did... it would be permanent.

It burned first. Tifa screamed into the mask, jerking as she felt nerve endings and body parts lighting on fire. Lightning danced in her chest. It bounded throughout her nearly perfect flesh, sculpting, reshaping, firing pleasure nerves and reworking pleasure pathways. The pink caps of her nipples seemed to lurch for a moment, vibrating within the tube. More and more poured through, the flesh growing sensitive, pliant, yet Tifa swore she could almost feel muscle being redirected to keep her chest firm and bouncy. It shot deep within, burned. Burned downward, pouring toward her sex. Tifa could see in near horror as her pubic hairs seemed to grow inward. The forest of dark brown retracted into her body, soon leaving her sex bare, bared toward the world. Said sex shivered. More energy seeped within, rewriting first those nether lips. Then deeper, her clit feeling the intensity of it, constant pleasure hitting it hard, so hard. Further inward, walls reshaping, new g-spots forming until most of the tight channel would be of a similar make. Flexibility enhanced, tightness guaranteed despite whatever took her. Deep within her womb itself: lucky Tifa would never grow infertile, not with mako energy continually providing life. Of course, now virtually anything could impregnate the beautiful girl. The pleasure seeped lower, targeting legs, working ass.

It burned with such intensity that it twisted her lower gut. Tifa could barely feel the pleasures through the intense pain of her body being reworked on such a key level, but they were there. They were, in fact, so intense that Tifa couldn't resist. After a few minutes of infusion, she came. She screamed out in pleasure, body arching within the liquid. This finally allowed the mako to attack her pleasure center. It enhanced, reworked the brain, rewired Tifa to feel pleasures like that. Much in the way SOLDIER addicted its targets to fight, this addicted Tifa toward sex. Her body could crave it like a drug, and she'd constantly seek it out. And she would get it: her already naturally enhanced looks were being reshaped, her body becoming more curvy, hips flaring slightly, lips puffing, soon she'd even release the pheromones. Groaning, cumming, whimpering, Tifa closed brown eyes for the last time:

when she opened them, she'd be changed, and all would see with simply a look of her glowing eyes.
 
Corneo had stuck around for most of the process, watching with interest as the doctor recorded data and observe the changes to Tifa's body. He only left once it had ended, with the direction to call him when she had woken up. Considering the changes that had taken place in her body it would take some time for that as she had likely been left exhausted by such drastic alterations to her body. That wasn't something one just walked off with a short nap.

When she finally woke up she would find that she was in what seemed to be part of the same lab that she had been in before. Yet there were differences. For one she was no longer in the tube, instead strapped down to an examination table of some kind, with lights shining down upon her. There were diodes and other devices to provide scientific readings, as well as a saline drip hooked up to her arm to provide her with nutrients for the period while she was unconscious. Around her was various pieces of equipment, monitoring her heart rate, breathing, blood pressure, that sort of thing.

The system responded to her waking up, beeping and sending an alert. Which was why after a few minutes the doctor she had seen hen she was in the tube would return, grey hair still fairly spikey and still in a while lab coat. But now he didn't look green, giving her the opportunity to better gauge his comparatively high height and somewhat thin physique. He exuded excitement as he hurried into the lab, checking a few things on the equipment before hurrying to her side. "Oh my, it's about time," he said to himself before looking down at her. "Welcome back to the land of the living. How are you feeling?"
 
No, it took considerably longer than a short nap for Tifa to recover. She fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, her exhausted body all but shutting down. Wires had to be reconnected, new pathways mapped as her brain hurried to determine how this brand new body and all these new sensations would properly work. everything had been changed, save for perhaps the color of her hair, and that took adjusting. It worked even as she slept, bits and pieces of information sent that confirmed that, as heart-rates skittered and the amount of various chemicals in her bloodstream shifted.

Eventually, Tifa would feel consciousness returning. It started nearly with a tingle between her legs. Tifa groaned softly, shifting slowly, trying to rub her thighs together. She took a few shuddering breaths, impressive breasts jiggling slightly, before her eyes opened. A tinge of glowing pink had entered into the soft browns, coloring them something new, something not yet seen. The life energy couldn't quite be fully contained, and as with SOLDIER, there were those consequences. Blinking, Tifa tried to sit up, only to find straps and whatnot holding her down. She groaned, falling back. Something twisted in her lower abdomen, and it took Tifa a few moments to realize what it was: she was aroused, feeling like she needed attention to her---her now bared sex.

A scientist showed up, looking down at her. Tifa flicked new pink eyes up at him. "Different, but fine," she insisted, flexing. She didn't initially feel like she'd lost any strength. Her body felt... different. She was definitely more aware of her nipples and sex. And of course Tifa couldn't smell the pheromones wafting from her, exuding the subconscious fuck me to any interested parties. Blinking, she looked up at the scientist. Tifa didn't know whether to ask what they'd done... or to pretend like they'd done nothing. She decided to remain quiet, for now. Scientists couldn't resist talking, and she didn't want to interrupt what was surely an incoming monologue.
 
"Good, good," the scientist remarked. Not that it was entirely sufficient for an answer but it would do for now. As long as there was no glaringly obvious pain to indicate that the process had gone wrong then whatever else there was could be lived with and handled at a later time. For now he just needed to make sure that everything was under control. Don Corneo would be over in a bit after all, so it was for the best to be prepared for his arrival.

He stepped back, looking at some of the monitors and writing on the clipboard he picked up from nearby before giving her his attention again. So far everything he was looking at indicated that she was normal. As normal as a mako infused human being could be anyway. The infusion was stable, her body had not overloaded or tried to reject it, and as far as he could tell the process had worked like a charm. It would just take some additional tests to confirm that to his satisfaction. More interesting was the fact that he wasn't affected by the pheromones, though there was no way Tifa could have known about that now. His time working on this project had given him a degree of immunity due to his consistent interaction with it. An the Don had left strict orders that he was very motivated to obey.

With checking his equipment done, the doctor turned to other kinds of tests. Such as testing her vision and eyesight, involuntary reflexes, some of the more basic medical issues that one needed to look for when doing mako experimentation. It was during this process that Don Corneo arrived, wearing a suit as he swept into the lab. "Ah, you have no idea how long I've been waiting for this moment. How does she look doctor Roarke?" he asked with a jovial grin, thoroughly pleased with himself as he strode into the room.

Glancing back to his patron, Roarke was quick in answering. "Well I still have some tests to run but it looks like the treatment was a complete success."

That earned a wider grin from Corneo, if such a thing was possible. "Excellent, absolutely perfect. I'm sure my associates will be glad to hear that. How does it feel Tifa, to be more than human now?" He came to a stop near the table, simply observing her for the moment. Of course with the pheromones in play his erection wouldn't be long in coming, but he could still enjoy the moment for now. There would be plenty of time for that sort of thing soon
 
Tifa's eyes soon swiveled as they were tested, but the softly glowing brownish pink didn't seem to have lost any of their acuity. None of her senses had dimmed either; in fact, they were coming back sharper than ever. Tifa found that she had more... awareness of certain things. she could feel the slight puffs of air upon her loins whenever she or the doctor moved near there. In fact, anything drifting near her sex went into her field of notice, including her own motions. Tifa could almost feel her hot body against the air as well. Odder still, she could get this... this strange feeling from the doctor, one her mind took a bit to process:

he doesn't want to fuck me. Came through. It made Tifa's body wriggle, chest sticking out, hips rolling slightly as if she were suddenly competing for his attention. The moment Tifa realized it, she stopped, not certain why she should care. If anything, she should be happy: the last thing she wanted was to lose her virginity to a stranger in a lab such as this. She took a deep shuddering breath, centering herself with a technique. But as she closed her eyes, she could almost swear she felt the presence of two men. As she turned toward the second, she could almost sense the sharp he does want to fuck me sensation

Her pink eyes opened to look up at Corneo. That grin should twist her gut, but the raw desire rolling from him was reacting with her own body's enhanced need. She felt her hips canting slightly, her nether lips seeming to almost shiver. The question hung for a moment as Tifa tried to suck in breath, steadying herself, though her body was giving off desire like a cat in heat. "Don't you think it's a bad idea to make someone who wants to crush you more than human?" she asked. Tifa licked her lips as she looked up at him, making them wetter, pursing them as she finished, almost sensing the pressure upon them already.
 
Corneo took in deep breaths, grinning eagerly as he kept near Tifa. Exposure to her pheromones was almost immediate, and she wasn't exactly giving him the sort of hostile reception that he would have expected from her. It could have been an elaborate trick to lure him into a false sense of security before she made a move, but given what she had just been through he was very skeptical of that possibility. It much more fit what he would have expected following the procedure anyway, so he chose to place his faith in her not being about to kick his ass at the first opportunity, or do worse things to his genitalia.

Her question earned a chuckle from him, a near belly laugh as he shook his head. "Please, don't be so dramatic. You're not a SOLDIER or anything so crude. We've made you much more elegant and refined than that." She might have been as durable as a SOLDIER. But strength and speed weren't up to their level. So he was very confident that she wouldn't crush him any more than normal, and he'd had some improvements of his own to prevent that from happening in so easy a manner.

Given the opportunity that was presented, he certainly wasn't planning on wasting it as he brushed against her nude body, smooth and well trimmed fingers pressing down and tracing along the contours of her sizable bust. Both because he wanted to feel it, and so she could feel what it felt like for herself at the same time. It would be more sensitive than she remembered, and he enjoyed the heat of her body, as well as the firmness to it. "You see, Doctor Roarke here developed something similar to SOLDIER, but for the more feminine persuasion. He calls it the...."

"-Symbiotic Lust Transformation Uniform Process," Roarke finished for him, still observing his equipment.
 
Not a SOLDIER? But Tifa could all but feel the mako in her. It made her body thrum, particularly.... particularly around her, well, around her sexual organs. And she did seem to have enhanced senses, or at least she could feel things better. She didn't know quite the list of abilities they'd given her, but something told her that she definitely didn't qualify as baseline human; and it wasn't just what Corneo had said to her earlier. Tifa watched the large pervert move, keeping her newly pinked eyes upon his questing digits.

The moment those fingers touched her, she gasped, jerking. The sensation of fingers upon skin felt intense, almost like she'd gotten first degree burns in that area. Only it didn't hurt, instead it just felt... tingly, like just that touch set off every nerve along the way. She felt herself shivering, twisting against the bindings again. Her body flared up, the heat pooling in those key areas again. She heard the finishing: some sort of similar process to SOLDIER, but as he clearly stated, not.

"Lust---you used mako energy to make me horny?" repeated Tifa, her voice twisting the words. Her brow contorted along with her expression, disbelief twisting her features. Those eyes flicked between Corneo and the scientist, Roarke, they'd said his name was. She let them flick at the monitors, wishing she knew what those were. "You actually used mako energy to---to somehow make me hornier?" she fought back the urge to giggle. It just... it just sounded so insane. Even for Shinra levels. Tifa looked to Corneo, half convinced this was some sort of stupid scheme. However, it occurred to her, yet again, that she was nude, more nude than ever without even her body hair below the neck, and in front of a pervert who probably loved it. The girl blushed, twisting again, feeling the conflicting urges to cover up and to punch Corneo in his stupid dick.
 
Roarke scoffed at her observation, his scientific sensibilities offended by her vague generalizations. "I have done so much more than make you hornier," he replied sharply, resisting the urge to glare at her in derision. "As the Don directed, I have developed a process that takes the useful parts of the SOLDIER program such as durability, stamina, and molded them into a new system that met his guidelines. Appearance, sex appeal, targeting the process was a lot more complicated than someone like you would appreciate. You should be glad that it worked out better for you than for some of the early test subjects. They weren't as fortunate as you are."

Having gotten the obligatory monologue out of the way Corneo was quick to bring attention back to himself. You know, just in case Roarke started complaining about how hard it was to backronym S.L.U.T into something remotely scientific. That was the last thing that he needed right now. "I hadn't exactly planned this with you in mind, but one learned not to let opportunity go to waste when it knocks. And it would have been such a pity if something had happened to you while fighting Shinra or someone else." After all, he could better appreciate the beauty of the female form better than those corporate goons ever could. They would have just tortured her for information or something equally vulgar. Wasn't this more useful for everyone involved?

Still, he could take some enjoyment out of how she had reacted to the simple contact of his fingers. It was a situation that he had expected from the description of the process and all their previous tests yet it was also one that he never grew tired of. The Don might as well help her explore more of her new body since she couldn't. His hand drifted downwards, running along her stomach and then slipping past to rub small circles into her thighs. He did his best to avoid giving her crotch direct attention, instead simply letting her feel the difference while driving her up to a greater level of need. "You can already feel what it's like," he observed. "Isn't this much better than fighting all the time?"
 
So much more? Tifa nearly let out a laugh, knowing it was at least in part because she was nervous as hell. They were talking rather casually about having rewritten her body permanently, after all. Still, the AVALANCHE member kept her head together at least while the good doctor explained the whole process. She actually had some of the benefits of SOLDIER? The toughness and durability sounded pretty sweet, considering that she had seen Cloud in action. That and Tifa's starting "durability and stamina" had been pretty high. Though... apparently it affected her appearance and sex appeal? Tifa glanced down. "So that explains the body hair loss," she almost mumbled, wishing she could run her hand along her sex. Then again, considering that the air made her newly (permanently) bared sex nearly want to quiver with need, perhaps that was a bad plan.

Ugh, the perv was talking again. Tifa turned those pink eyes his way. Not a plan? "Nice to know you care," she replied, giving him a tight smile and again jerking against her bonds. "You know, I didn't hear anything in that process about weakening me," she pointed out, now trying again. Tifa didn't think she was quite strong enough to break out of the bindings, but she figured she may be strong enough to make her point.

She was still trying when the Don's hand touched her stomach. That made Tifa let out a short gasp, drawing her abdomen back and almost slamming her body into the table. it had felt teasing, sending little jolts of sensation up into her body. Just that simple touch had been like being shocked, only, well, again: in a good way? she watched his hand drift lower, and her thighs trembled. Already it felt like he'd been teasing her for hours, keeping her on edge. And his fat fingers pulled against her firm thighs, which now quivered, the white flesh eager. Tifa could already feel heat pooling between her legs, gathering and wetting the tight petals of her sex. The thighs kept sending those tingling, aroused sensations up against her. The pulsating pleasure felt uncanny: this teasing felt the same as if Corneo had been working her sex for minutes. She couldn't hold still, again jerking against the bonds, pushing her body away from the touch.

Of course, it was slightly worse since Tifa hadn't felt it all before, which was likely what Corneo intended. But like SOLDIER, good little SLUTs would require training. Which is probably why Tifa's jaw clenched and those eyes shot defiance his way. "I don't fight all the time," she snapped at him, jerking again. "Just when jerks like you deserve it!" Yes, translate that mounting arousal into anger, Tifa, there's a good girl.
 
Corneo's gaze narrowed at the defiance, though it was to be expected. Short of having her mind wiped there was no way she would abandon her emotions so easily even with the changes that had taken place. Particularly since she was so new to them. It would take time for her to be shown the advantages of her new existence, and for her to change her opinion about him and what he had done for her.

At the moment his touch continued to earn a sharp reaction from her, her body physically jolting with each slow motion and form push. It was the nerves he knew, more sensitive before and additional ones from her changed body that she had not gotten used to yet. Even though he knew the scientific reason behind it, that did not mean he had to particularly care as to why. Instead he was focused on Tifa and her attitude, and coming up with the best way to force her into line. "Of course," he assured her with a chuckle as she protested, in a manner that would make it clear that he really didn't believe her. She might claim otherwise, but she had gotten into a lot of fights over the years, and he was sure not all of them had been deserved.

He could have moved on to what he wanted to do, but that wouldn't really be teaching her anything. So he'd be a bit more educational, show her just how sensitive she was and see how much she could take before she started to give in. So he continued teasing her, hands drifting down to tease her feet for a bit and then rising back up to work over the rest of her body. Deliberate care was taken to not touch her pussy, and he'd slow down if it looked like she was being overloaded to the point of actually getting off on it. All the while Roarke continued his work, monitoring, taking readings, that sort of thing. "All you have to do is ask," Corneo observed, fully expecting that her pride would keep her from doing so. At least for a bit. But he was still enjoying himself for now so he didn't mind waiting. Why complain about a good show?
 
It was the.... procedure. Tifa knew it. Kept telling herself that. There really wasn't any other logical explanation for why Corneo's touch kept making her shiver wherever the hell it went. Tifa kept her still slightly shimmering pinked eyes following him. If she watched, she could prep, could somehow fight it, at least a little. The attempts almost felt like attempting to stop an explosion by tossing a bucket of water on it; she was, at best, helping to stave off issues in one or two very targeted locations. Already she could feel that heat mounting between her legs, burning and making her want to rub her thighs together.

Of course, she noticed that his hands didn't touch her core. They skimmed over her too smooth legs. Felt muscles. Made her twitch. Made her legs jerk toward him. Made her thighs tremble as the digits just teased. Tifa felt her breath catch as his touch drew dangerously close, up to where her thighs would feel the tingling the most. Just close enough to make her guts twist into knots, the heat thudding louder. Arousal dumped poison into her veins, making everything grow tighter. She could feel it pumping toward her chest, tightening her soft pink nipples into twin bullet points, perfect little dollops of pink atop quivering mounds of white creme.

"Ask what?" she asked, genuinely not sure what the hell he meant. She could guess, but she daren't. "Ask you to let me go? Because something tells me that's not going to work." Tifa frowned and twitched again. Her breath caught as she felt his hand drifting toward, thinking he was going to touch her. When she released it, even Tifa couldn't say for certain whether it was with relief... or mounting frustration.
 
Even aside from the revenge he was taking for the way that Tifa had treated him during their past encounters, Corneo was quite enjoying how things were going right now. He always considered himself a connoisseur off the female form, and hers was perfect in nearly every way. The way she twitched and sharply pulled away from wherveer his fingers came to rest was both precious and amusing. She was clearly being affected by it, no matter how much she might try to deny the feelings of her body. He hadn't expected it to be easy, not from her.

"Please Tifa, don't insult either of us by playing dumb. You know what I mean," he replied with a scolding tone, one that was not too harsh even as he shook his head. "Still, I suppose Rorke wouldn't mind some long term observation. I'm sure we can find a set up that will keep you stimulated for some time. Perhaps until tomorrow?" Knowing her body, she could definitely manage it, the only question was how intact her psyche would be afterwards.

From his monitor Roarke finished writing on his clipboard before looking to Corneo. "If you don't mind, I have some other things I need to check. Call me if you need anything," he tolf the Don. Not waiting for an answer, he turned and strode off into the rest of the lab, soon out of sight. Were there other girls in here? It was something for Tifa to ponder on when she wasn't so distracted by what she was being put through.

Corneo watched him go before returning to the current subject of his interest. "Now then, since we have some privacy why don't we try something different?" She would soon see what that might be as he produced a small knife. The edge was blunted, but even if it hadn't the durability she now had thanks to the infusion meant that it wouldn't have been so easy for him to draw blood anyway unless he was really trying. But it would make for an interesting change in stimulus as he pressed the cool metal against her arm, letting it trace a path that his finger had followed previously as he kept a consistent pressure against her skin. He didn't want to hurt her after all, not too much. Otherwise she might get off on it, and that was exactly what he didn't want.
 
Know what he meant? Tifa frowned, her mind whirling, trying to think of an answer while processing the intense situations. The mention of being continually stimulated sounded... rough. Even if Tifa hadn't been newly sensitized she was fairly certain that being kept under almost constant stimulation would have... affects on her person. She jerked against her bindings again, unable once more to break them. If only she had some equipment, her gloves or bracers, or just about any materia to give her an additional boost. Tifa bit her lip, trying to think of something.

Eyes flicked, taking notice as Roarke left. Apparently there were... other things? Tifa's mind jumped toward the possibility of their being other girls, or creatures. Had they done this experiment on someone, something else before working it upon her? There were possibilities there. If so, then Tifa's task would be that much harder, because she'd have to figure out a way for not only her escape, but for theirs. Or maybe her best bet was holding off, trying to last until someone else found her.

Tifa looked back to Corneo as he moved, studying. The knife made her tense: she could generally resist damage pretty well: life of a fighter and all. But that didn't stop her from wincing as he pressed the blade against her. Tifa fought to keep entirely still, feeling the metal teasing along her skin. "What---what are you trying to do with that?" she asked, fighting the urge to insult him. The last thing she needed was to make him even more... irritated with her than he was. Tifa fought down a shudder, feeling little goosebumps appearing along her sensitive flesh. "You don't want to hurt me, right? I'd be horrible goods, and when they find me, they'll be even madder at you," she pointed out, pinked eyes flicking up to him, walking that thin line between begging him to stop and bullying him, as if she could threaten to smash his favorite bits all over again.
 
Corneo couldn't help himself as he rolled his eyes at her threats. "Please, with Heal Materia and potions there's plenty of damage that can be fixed with nary a trace. Especially considering the enhancements made by the process." To her second point he didn't have much of a counter since she was right. He only was able to console himself in the knowledge that by the time they found her it would be far too late to matter. At least if everything worked out as planned. So far, it was.

Having addressed that, he moved on to her actual question. "I'm helping you become more familiar with the transformation that you've been put through," he explained happily, well aware of what that would entail for him sooner or later. She might be obstinate now but she would break down, he was sure of it. They always did, and what she had done to him before would just made it all the sweeter.

A light press down would let the blade cut, but it was practically a scratch, and hardly serious at all. The intent was not to harm her after all, but merely to inflict a bit of pain. With how her body had been changed that pain would undoubtedly manifest itself as pleasure, though the intention was for rough treatment rather than knife play. But it met the same function so it was good enough as far as he was concerned. But he didn't stick with it too long, placing it off to the side once he had gotten his point across. There were much better ways to actually torture her if he wanted to.

What came next would be more familiar, a round headed vibrator that he clicked into life, letting the soft buzz fill the air before he pressed it against her arm. He'd repeat the process from before, avoiding her erogenous zones directly while also pulling back if it seemed she was about to climax. This was to make her suffer until she succumbed to her own desire, and he went to it with a vengeance once again
 
The almost taunting comments Corneo made twisted Tifa's gut. She should've known, or at least suspected. Of course Shinra wouldn't care about harming any of its potential experiments, doubly sure when said experiment happened to be someone they'd already dismissed as a terrorist. Her muscles, still well formed despite the mako energy flowing through her, tensed, anger nearly making her tremble. If she'd only gotten down, gotten loose, been given just enough movement to strike back. She told herself that her own natural resilience should be fine, reminded herself that playing along would be in her best interests. Let him think that she was succumbing or whatever...

...no, no she couldn't. Too much of her wanted to lash out at him. "Go fuck yourself," she spat instead, those shimmering pinkish-brown eyes flashing, her lips twisting just slightly into something like a smirk. The expression twisted into a grimace as Tifa's body instinctively reacted to the incoming knife. Again those muscles twitched, the girl flinching away from the blade. Still she felt it press, felt it part. The pain did spike into her system: it still registered as what it was. But as Corneo had predicted, some of that pain twisted. The raw heat of it merged into the surge of hormones pumping throughout Tifa's body. Where she should be feeling mostly the sharp burn, the ignition of nerves warning her, Tifa instead felt that deep, unsettling pulse. She swallowed it down, fought against reactions, but the monitors would betray her, as her body certainly did.

Nearly panting, Tifa looked up at him as he pulled back. 'Should've figured you were some kinda---" she started, only to see the strange, buzzing device. It took Tifa longer than she'd have admitted to realize what the thing was. Her brow crinkled in confusion first, eyes narrowing, nearly squinting. She felt the reverberations pressing against her arm first: pleasant, but nothing too major. Was that some kind of massage device? Tifa's frowned deepened for a moment, before something finally clicked. She'd spent time in District Six after all and she had lived in Midgar.

Fuck, that was a vibrator.

Most of her body barely reacted. It felt nice, certainly, but not enough to do more than make those tensed muscles react. Of course, that meant that the more he teased, the more she melted, the more her hormones started to pump, the more she felt herself starting to tremble. Her interior twisted more and more. Liquid head started pouring between her legs. The teasing, tantalizing, taunting touches drew just near. Despite her reservations, Tifa felt her hips canting toward the toy at times. Yet every time she drew close, he pulled away. After a few rounds, Tifa let out a groan of frustration, her anger and distress getting the better of her:

"If you're going to tease me at least fucking do it right!" she almost yelled, jerking against her bindings. Her massaged muscles barely reacted, and she mostly just jiggled, parts of her moreso than others...
 
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