"Yes," she whispered. "Your tits are huge. We will suck them. We will suck the will from you. Your clitoris is virgin. We will pump you. We will pump our will into you. You will not resist us. You will surrender." It began. Tifa screamed out aloud as her mind was ripped apart by the helmet, her every secret exposed, her every fantasy laid out in front of her. Her massive breasts--her betrayers--delighted and jigged in stimulation; her sex organs were masturbated wildly. There was no resistance from her. She gave in instantly, the machines draining any will she had. "Tifa. Your resistance is gone. You are ours. You are fucked." "Yes," she droned. "Fuck me." They did. Tifa lay on her hands and knees, huge breasts drooping almost to the floor. Before they did they were sucked up by large cups attached to the ground. Likewise her legs and arms were fixed down. A large probe was currently exploring her genitals. She felt ruined and useless, wondering what was going on. Obviously someone had brought her here after the sleep spell, but why she didn't know. "Do you know what the probe is doing Tifa?" asked a voice. Tifa turned her head to see Scarlet dressed in a thin shirt and shorts. "No." Tifa gritted her teeth. "I don't." "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 massive tits, Tifa." "What have my tits got 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, so you are." "But, why?" "So we can milk you Tifa." Tifa felt the cups suck on her breasts roughly, taking some sort of milk with them. They pulsed again and another lot shot out. The more they pumped, the more came out, and the more that happened, the more the probe worked her over. Tifa screamed and tugged at her bonds in raw indignation but they just kept sucking at her. Slowly Tifa felt her will being sapped too. It wasn't just pain but also pleasure that waved through her each time they sucked from her. "Do you like being milked, Tifa?" "Go to hell." Tifa panted. Scarlet merely smiled as she looked over readings. She slipped a helmet down from the roof and moved it over Tifa's head. She shook a few times but was unable to stop her. Scarlet adjusted the strap over Tifa's chin. Quickly, so that Tifa couldn't stop her, she plugged a mouthpiece into Tifa. Tifa looked at the piece, connected to a long pipe. She tried to spit but Scarlet had already locked it in place. The woman walked over to a controller and pushed a few buttons. Tifa felt the warm flow enter her mouth. Milk. Her milk. Specially treated in the machine and force fed back to her. At first she gagged and tried to resist but the pipe pulsed into her so that she had to swallow. It was warm and sweet as she felt it run down her throat. It was laced with an assortment of mind-numbing drugs she realized, but couldn't fight it. 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 them as they invaded her mind. So too did the helmet begin to brainwash her softly; Fired lights into her eyes and played soothing music. Soon she was so dazed she barely felt the genital probe as it took her to orgasm over and over, making the milk flow even faster. The cups began to pump her breasts of their milk even harder and fed her stronger mixes of the sweet fluid. Tifa tried to groan but her mouth was full of warm creamy milk. Drink from your tits, Tifa! The helmet commanded. And she did. **** "You understand your place?" Scarlet smiled as her hand massaged the massive breast of the woman lying next to her on the bed. "Yes." Tifa smiled. Scarlet was enjoying what time she had left with the girl. Soon Tifa would be placed back on the street with no recollection of her programming. Now and then she would report back to Scarlet about the activities of Avalanche. Of course, she wouldn't stop fighting the corporation. She'd simply be helping them as an unwitting spy. "Do I have to go now, mistress?" Tifa asked coyly. "One more time Tifa. One more time." THE END