At once the cups began their 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 during her years of training but these cups were bullying the breasts relentlessly. At one point Tifa was sure she felt jets of hot water being blasted into her melons, at another it was as if thousands of little ice balls were rolling over her, then a million electric needles would pierce her delicate flesh. A single, gentle lick would cover her nipples and then a violent pulsing slamming, undulation would begin to pump her 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. The idea was never really heard. After half an hour the machines finally stopped and 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 roof and began to spray her down 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 attractive body was covered in sweat and slime and her massive, now flawless breasts hung covered in goo. "Commence part two," the female commanded. Tifa strained the bonds but the healing potions and Hyper gave her no new 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 pushed into position between her legs. Tifa struggled a little there, but to no avail. Ready, the computer pointed out. "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- large, over-stimulated tits. Its another again when half a second later a third conduit violates one's previously untouched vagina, on the way hitting the vulva and clitoris for six. Every square inch of Tifa's ample breasts erupted in waves of unfeasible pleasure. Every inch of flesh throughout her genitals and sexual organs 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 herself apart at the initial shock of the Mako waves. As it was there was nothing she could do. She was aware of the outside world but couldn't deny the undulating waves of energy. It was sheer pleasure, the likes 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 woman. Scarlet. Tifa had seen the maniacal woman before, a high executive of Shinra. Only then she had been clothed. Now, like Tifa, she was naked. Unlike Tifa, she wasn't getting raw power fired into her clitoris and tits. She stood tall and proud, her exposed breasts not nearly as large as Tifa's but big enough to notice. "I call it the Mako Masturbater, 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. I'm very glad about your breasts. I mean I knew they were big but once I got your shirt off it was a real bonus for me. Larger is better when you deal with this machine. And with tits like yours I can only image what it's like. Oh, you were a virgin too. Well this must be special for you." Tifa tried to moan again. "Well, down to business, Tifa." From behind herself Scarlet pulled a headband and a piece of rock. She gently placed the band on her 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. She 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 forward, barely covering the massive breasts but still touching them with intense stimulation. Tifa felt the Mako flow as it surged over her breasts but to her it was Scarlet that was pleasuring her. Then Scarlet's hand slipped down into Tifa's crotch, rubbing her gently. The Mako energy was less than gentle but the effect was almost the same. Pleasure. Tifa felt her will 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 mistress," Tifa replied, dazed by the physical assault and the mental mesmerism. "Do you love me?" "No." "Tifa. You. Love. Me." "Yes, I love you." "Good Tifa." Scarlet slid up to Tifa and looked into her eyes. "Love Me." It was the signal for two things to happen. Firstly, a Helmet descended on to Tifa's head, it's neat machines clicking out to force Tifa's eyes open to look into Scarlet's. The second was that the locks on the Mako energy were removed. Ten times the flow came washing through into Tifa and she shook and squirmed wildly. Scarlet refused to let her scream, however, and as she slowly faded from consciousness, pleasure dragging her into the darkness, she had no choice but to admit how much she loved Scarlet. **** Tifa hung upside down, legs clamped to the roof. From head to toe she was covered in a metallic suit, a second skin, tight enough to display every small contour of her well-formed body. Various pipes extended from the walls of her chamber. One attached to her crotch and another two to her massive breasts, which now hung towards her neck. Her head was covered in a similar silver skullcap, ears and eyes sporting other devices. Her arms hung down below her where they were cuffed and attached to the ground. At the moment, Tifa was in a state of unconsciousness, expressionless. Next door, Scarlet was making the last adjustments, sitting down on her chair in another suit and placing the 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 a plane, maybe the Gelenka-type airships. But there was dripping from the roof and water 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 think of anything. 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. Tifa coughed and fell to her knees, feeling dazed as the breath weapon assailed her. She lashed out violently but only managed to trip herself up. The creature shot out a tendril to her leg and lifted her up into the air. Finding her concentration, she tried to kick it but had no leverage. Instead it whipped out three more tendrils pulling her arms and legs out tight so that she was helpless. She looked at its center, where two red eyes seemed to glow.