Aerith could faintly hear the Bacchanalia revelry up in her lonely tower. She wasn't sure if it was due to her condition or separation from Lady Tifa, or a bit of both, but she was crying as she ate by herself. It was one of her favorite foods, and plenty of it, to nourish the life growing inside her as well. "Your mommy will love you so much." she said to her stomach. She had barely seen Lady Tifa lately because she was busy getting ready for the Bacchanalia, so Aerith had started talking to the baby so she wouldn't feel so alone. Now without company for two full days, she found it nearly impossible to stop. "That's why we're having you. You're my gift of love to her, so she won't be shamed."

Aerith remembered the day Tifa had suddenly started crying as they lay entwined in front of the fire, and had sobbingly confessed to her that she couldn't have children, and how it was destroying her marriage. Aerith had been stunned as she held the distraught woman in her arms…Tifa had done nothing but lovingly take care of Aerith and her problems for so long, never hinting that she had such trouble in her own life. Aerith never hesitated, she had offered herself up as a surrogate. Tifa had protested such a sacrifice on Aerith's part, but Aerith had insisted, since she owed Tifa her life, and Tifa's gratefulness had made Aerith so happy that she could do something to help her.

"By the great God-King himself!" the redhead cried out as she clawed at Reno's back. Reno frowned, not liking her mentioning Sephiroth, it spoiled his own release. "How come I've never seen you at the Bacchanalia before?" she asked him while they were both catching their breath.

"Less talking, more moaning!" Reno told her as he entered her again. He was pleased when she shut up. She ended up falling asleep or passing out when they were done this time, he didn't know or care, he was ready for someone else. It had been so long since he felt anything but a deep need for vengeance, he'd forgotten how much fun sex was, and he wanted to make up for lost time. He was surprised at his stamina, wondering if the wine was laced with performance enhancers…he had done five rounds with the redhead. He looked towards the stage, hoping he wouldn't be forced to take his turn with Yuffie, but if he couldn't find someone else, he might have to. That's when he caught sight of Cloud carrying Tifa up the stairs to Sephiroth. He wondered why the bitch wasn't walking on her own, and kept an eye on them as an attractive blonde approached him, and Reno wasted no time starting to fuck her brains out as well.

"What did you do to me?" Tifa tried to demand of Cloud, but she couldn't speak properly, and her words were slurred. However, he still understood her.

"We wanted to thank you for all you've done with the Bacchanalia for us. You worked so hard, you need some rest and relaxation. So I put a strong muscle relaxant in your wine to help you. Now you get to rest in the comforting presence of our Lord." Cloud gently placed her limp body in Sephiroth's lap.

"Now you need to take her place, making sure the guests are kept happy." Sephiroth told Cloud, dismissing him.

"Of course, my Lord." Cloud bowed his head at Sephiroth before heading back down the stairs.

"Now that we're alone, I'd like to take this opportunity to remind you of your position here." Sephiroth made a slight movement, and Tifa winced. "Oh, I guess I should tell you. It wasn't just a muscle relaxant Cloud put in your wine, I had it mixed with sadinado herbs, which as you know makes the body's pain receptors hyperactive."

Tifa refused to cry out, even though he was making her hurt so bad she wanted to scream, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her broken or begging. She still had no control of her body, and her head was facing the party down below, and she was shocked when she saw the man approach Yuffie…it was impossible…he was dead, wasn't he? Tifa would have smiled if she could have. Sephiroth would pay for all he'd done!

"My father did this to me." Yuffie had obeyed Tifa and kept repeating that phrase over and over again, like a prayer mantra. For some reason it offered her a bit of comfort when she was swarmed by guests once Sephiroth had declared open season on her. She had thought Cloud and Tifa had violated her, but she soon had the true meaning of the word shoved down her throat, and her other orifices as well. Yuffie couldn't escape though, despite being so abused…she had no desire to leave the stage.

After the first dozen guests had their fun with her, she quit resisting. At least someone mercifully blindfolded her again, after she had pleaded for it constantly, never wanting to see another body for the rest of her life. She was also gagged again, because the guests didn't want to listen to her pleas or mantra anymore. Yuffie just kept repeating it in her head, and when she was no longer such a novelty and was left alone for a while, she just curled up into a ball. She didn't cry though, she was a dry well now…all her tears had been shed when Cloud destroyed Yuffie the princess, and turned her into…she wasn't even a whore now, she had no rights of refusal or even reimbursement. She was just Yuffie the sex toy, existing only for the enjoyment of others. Suddenly a hand gently touched her shoulder, and the gag and blindfold were removed.

"It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you." Zack told her.