Long time lurker, first time nonanon poster. Having been given so much* by the fine folks at Gurochan, I decided that it was well past time for me to give something back* to the community. Comments and criticisms are absolutely welcome, especially since this is my first guro writing ever.

Standard disclaimers apply - the following is a work of fiction, don't do this in real life, the characters don't belong to me, etc. This is a Final Fantasy 7 gurofic, which may or may not be understandable if you don't know the game. All characters are adults (dunno if that matters, but there ya go.)

* - Sexy nightmares, mostly
** - Also sexy nightmares, hopefully


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"Rise and shine, my dear."

Tifa Lockheart opened her eyes slowly, rising to one knee, still looking downwards as she took stock of her situation. Her hair was loose instead of tied back, falling around her shoulders. She was in a dark room – large, because she couldn’t see any walls, covered in shadows with only faint light filtering in from outside. Slightly chilly, a concrete floor. A ruined warehouse. But how had she…

Memory came flooding back. She had gone to the ruins of Midgar, answering a call for assistance from her friend and ally Yuffie. She had found Yuffie in the shadow of the once-great Shinra towers, now shattered and ruined after Meteorfall and years of neglect. And then pain, sudden and shocking, and then darkness. Had someone jumped them? But then, how had she failed to sense them coming? She wasn’t perfect, but she should have had the skill to avoid getting jumped by an enemy.

“Stand up and look at me.” Tifa obeyed without thinking about it, as the dark, smooth voice spoke. Very familiar. Recognition came at the same moment that she saw the white coat, shocking against the darkness, the pale hair and evil smile. Rufus Shinra. Behind him, still mostly in the shadows, were the familiar towering forms of Tseng and Rude, two of his few remaining employees. Two of the most dangerous.

What did he want? They weren’t enemies, not anymore. She thought that she had spoken the question, but no sound came out. Now seriously concerned, Tifa tried to shift her position inconspicuously, to take stock of her situation… and remained exactly where she was. Rufus’s smile grew as he watched her eyes shift in sudden fear. “Is something the matter, my dear?” He chuckled grimly. “Nothing to say to me? No questions?” He tilted his head a moment, feigning a search for sound, and then smiled even more broadly. “Don’t worry. I will answer your questions. But while I do… I find myself quite in need of entertainment. Come over here, and use those lovely breasts of yours to fuck me. Get some use out of them.”

Tifa could have killed him. She tried to rail defiance, and found herself walking forwards dully. She tried to kick the smug look off his face, and found herself kneeling before him, unbuttoning his pants with expert motions. She tried to scream as she reached out, fonding his penis in her hands, and instead she smiled and gave it a small lick. Rufus smiled back.

“I suppose you’re wondering why I’m here.” He continued blandly, as though the sight before him was something he saw every day. As Tifa pushed up on her knees, sliding his now-erect cock through the bottom of her white top, he took a deep breath before speaking further. “The truth is, Ms. Lockheart, I’ve never wanted to ‘make amends’ for what my company did. The thought is truly outra..geous.” A quick gasp broke the sentence as Tifa, finding that the tip of his cock just protruded from between her massive breasts, leaned her head down against her will and began to lick it once again, sliding up and down in front of the former chairman. “No, I’ve simply been biding my time, and creating a new empire, one that I will rule from the shadows, rather than in plain sight. It’s taken me over three long years, but my power base is nearly complete.” He stopped speaking then, closing his eyes with enjoyment as Tifa expertly brought him to orgasm. Inside, she was screaming with rage. This was something only for Cloud. How was Rufus controlling her?!

Rufus came heavily, spraying cum across Tifa’s neck and face. She accepted it meekly, standing up slowly as she pulled free of his penis. He chuckled once, then continued as if the interlude had not occurred, re-buttoning his pants without excitement. “Of course, I always knew that your little band of misfits were a potential problem. I tried to suborn them, to deny my burning desire for revenge and recruit Reeve Tuesti and Yuffie Kisaragi into a new organization, pretending that I desired only to make right what I had wronged. But that fool Tuesti dug too deep, and found too much out. Steps had to be taken.” He gestured, and Tifa found herself turning to face the other direction.

The other side of the warehouse held four people. Against one wall, nailed to the boards by hundreds of knives, was the shattered remains of Reeve. Tifa’s heart broke as she saw the lines of blood running from his wounds, the way that his eyes were gouged out and his mouth broken open. She swore to herself that Rufus would pay.

Yuffie, at least, seemed to be alive and in good health – if dangerously exposed. The young ninja was suspended by her arms, which were chained together and pulled up painfully tightly, and her legs had been forced into a split suspension, each pulling perfectly horizontally to her body in an opposite direction. The ninja was otherwise completely naked, with her eyes blank and milky. As if sensing Tifa’s gaze, she moved her lips, making a very soft mewling sound.

“Blindfolds and gags are déclassé.” Said the man beside her, with a tight smile. Reno – Rufus’s chief enforcer, and a man with no pity or mercy in him. “I prefer to use Materia to ensure my victims don’t speak.” He raised his wrist, on which a yellow stone glittered with its own light. “Among others.”

Tifa’s heart dropped. Rufus continued blithely, his voice directly at Tifa’s ear. “At very great expense, I managed to acquire what is known as a Manipulate material. I believe you’ve heard of it, although it is extremely rare. It allows the user to completely control another’s actions. Yours, for example.” He reached out, caressing her cheek, and she couldn’t flinch away. “We used it on Yuffie to lure you here – I knew that as soon as one of you was removed, I would have to deal with the rest. I’ve decided to start with the former members of AVALANCHE.” His amused tone hardened. “I lost a great deal because of you, Tifa. It’s time for you to help me get revenge.” He gestured to Reno, who smiled viciously, and stepped backwards.

Tifa found herself walking towards Yuffie. She gave one more attempt to break free, knowing it was impossible. She could hear Rufus behind her, making himself comfortable on a crate. “Don’t you want to say something, Tifa? She can still hear you, if not see or respond.”

More than anything, Tifa wanted to scream her hate. Instead, she stepped up to Yuffie, reaching out to run her hands across the other girl’s breasts. Small and pert, they were already stiff from the chill of the room, and Tifa’s fingers were soon rubbing across them, until Yuffie’s nipples were as hard as rocks. Yuffie mumbled incoherently, twitching as best she could in her tight bonds, as Tifa leaned forwards and began to lightly nibble at her neck, keeping up the constant arousal with her hands as she did. She felt her cheeks burning with shame at the ease with which Reno was controlling her, but it was quickly replaced by fear. So far, this was only humiliating, but Reeve’s corpse pinned to the wall suggested worse was to come…

And it did, only a moment later. Tifa pulled her mouth away from Yuffie’s neck, and spoke two words in quick succession. A fraction of a second later, lightning arced from her fingertips into her friend’s breasts. Yuffie spasmed, pulling desperately at her bonds as a faint whimper echoed up from her mouth. Again and again, the magic blasted forth, pulled from Tifa by Reno’s manipulations, and each time she felt Yuffie try to pull away, without success.

Finally, Tifa stepped back, to look over the damage she had caused. Yuffie’s breasts were blackened and seeping, covered in dozens of tiny marks, and the girl was hanging limply in her chains, barely conscious and beyond the ability to scream. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and her eyes stared blankly into space. As Tifa stepped forwards, laying her hands roughly on the shattered remains of her friend’s chest, Yuffie twitched and tried to pull away, only to sag again as healing magic flowed through Tifa’s fingers, causing flesh to reknit and fade back to pink. In moments, only a slight redness to the skin even hinted that Yuffie had been injured.

“Beautiful.” Rufus said. He glanced at his watch. “Do it again.”

“Yes, sir.” Reno raised his material cheerfully. “Nothing personal, doll. It’s just business.”

And Tifa’s hands lowered again, and she could do nothing but watch and scream inside her head as Yuffie began to twitch and writhe once more.


It was over two hours before Rufus tired of the sport, of Yuffie’s breasts blackened to crisps and then restored to their former glory as the ninja begged silently for death, tiny moans and cries her only way of expressing the agony she was in. Frequently, Yuffie would pass out from pain and exhaustion, but a quick Revive restored her to the peak of her energy, ready for another round of torment. Tifa had long since given up trying to resist by the time that the president signaled the end of that phase of the game. “Well, Tifa, I hope you’ve learned something. No one resists me.” He gloated, stepping forwards to kiss his new puppet on the forehead. “Now, let’s try something else.” He gestured impatiently, and Rude approached from behind holding a monstrous dildo. It was over a foot long, jet black and wide, with a . “Strap that on, and start fucking little Yuffie. Over and over. And every time that the little whore has the audacity to cum, I want you to give her a shock right through it.” He paused, then added offhandedly, “Oh, yes, there’s a Haste built into the rubber. It should let you fuck her twice as hard as any normal human could.”

Rufus sat back as Tifa approached Yuffie again, an evil smile on his face as his puppet became a blur of motion, pounding the immobilized girl again and again. It was only a few minutes before Yuffie, her clitoris pushed to extreme sensation, stiffened and screamed silently with a painful orgasm, at which point Reno instantly had Tifa blast the girl with even more agonizing lightning. This didn’t even slow the fucking, and Yuffie sobbed helplessly as she began to build to another climax. “Beautiful.” Thought Rufus again. “And when that’s done, I’ll find something else for you to do.” He sat back, enjoying every whimper, every brief glimpse of Tifa’s hopeless eyes, the only part of her free to express herself. “As many tortures as it takes to sate my amusement. Then… then I will force you to murder your little Yuffie with your own hands. And then I will send you out as bait, and one of your friends will do this to you. Although… I think I will keep you alive until the very end. You’re far more amusing than they are.” He smiled to himself. Time enough to worry about those plans later. The night was still young, and Yuffie had a very great deal more suffering to endure…

sequel plz ((please say Yuffie's death is next))

Yeah, sure, why not? >:)

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“Alright, doll, go sit down for a few minutes.” Rufus gestured roughly towards the floor, and Reno obliging forced Tifa to kneel on the ground, hands folded submissively in her lap. “We’re going to give Yuffie a chance to repent.” The ex-president said cruelly.

Tifa’s gaze was fixed on Yuffie, and she watched the girl with new fear. Yuffie had been moved during one of her blackouts, and was now strapped very securely to an x-shaped iron cross. Thin metal cords pulled her painfully down, crossing above and below her breasts and across her waist, leaving her breathing laboured. More cords held down her arms and legs in four places per limb, and her head was strapped in at the forehead to a cupped crosspiece that kept her totally immobilized. Only her eyes, fingers, and toes could move, and these had flicked wildly over the past hour as Rufus had forced Tifa to alternate between flame and ice, applying freezing and burning needles across the girl’s skin before healing her again. The needle-marks now looked like freckles, running down her neck, clustering around her breasts, and then running down her sides to her exposed vagina.

Rufus walked up to Yuffie, looking down at his prize. He ran his fingers lightly across her breasts, eliciting a faint shudder but no other motion. Closing his eyes, he whispered spell words, and smiled as the milk clouding the girl’s eyes cleared. “You have your voice back, Yuffie. If you beg for mercy strongly enough, you might get it.”

“oh gods please.” Yuffie’s voice was faint, cracked and raw from her latest round of screams. Her entire body was beaded with sweat, matting her hair around her face, where it mixed with dried tears and hints of makeup washed away by pain. “I’ll do anything for you. I’ll give you Materia. I’ll serve you, love you. Anything, just stop it please no more please.” Sobs broke her words into almost unrecognizable fragments. “Anything.”

Rufus considered. “Hmmm… no, I’m not feeling it.” With a wicked smile, he gestured to Reno, and Tifa found herself staggering back to her feet. The president continued smoothly as Yuffie began to break down into sobs again. “But I’m feeling merciful, so let’s move on to the final act. You’ve earned that much.” He laughed.

Tifa found herself lifting a small, narrow spike in one hand, and walking over as Tseng helpfully placed a small pot and long, tilted funnel on the table. He and Rude turned the frame’s head, forcing Yuffie to look to the side. She began to sob again. “No, please, I’ll do anything, no…”

Rufus shook his head. “Pathetic, really. Tifa, we’re going to help take her focus away.” He waved his hand, and Tifa stepped forwards, aligning the spike with the young ninja’s exposed ear. Yuffie, seeing the motion out of the corner of her eye, began to frantically squirm, but couldn’t do more than flail her fingers desperately.

“Please no I’ll fuck you I’ll …” Any more words were broken off by an earsplitting scream, as Tifa carefully drove the spike into her head. Shifting it around for a moment, she pulled it out, and then lined up the funnel. Rufus smiled.

“First, we puncture your eardrums, Yuffie. Then we fill the ear with hot wax, which in addition to burning you terribly, has the advantage of making the damage total and permanent. When we heal you afterwards… well, you’ll still be completely deaf.” He had to raise his voice over Yuffie’s screams, and he rolled his eyes annoyedly as Tifa finished and and cast an Ice spell into the ear, freezing the wax solid. As she did, Yuffie gradually broke down from screams to moans, and finally to more sobs as Rude twisted the frame to turn her head the other way, exposing her free ear to Tifa. There were no more pleas for mercy, only another agony-filled scream as Tifa finished the job of deafening her friend, then cast another healing spell.

“Lovely.” Rufus said, rubbing at his own ear. “But gods, I’m glad that we silenced that girl earlier. She certainly has a set of pipes. Let’s do something about that, next. Something… permanent.” He motioned, and Rude shifted the frame a final time, forcing Yuffie to look upwards. Tifa walked forwards, taking a large blue ball from the Turk as she passed him. Leaning forwards, she punched Yuffie in the gut, then quickly shoved the ball into the girl’s mouth as she gasped in pain, forcing it between her teeth roughly. Rufus looked at it approvingly. “A good start – should keep the sound down. Now finish the job.”

Tifa couldn’t understand. Did Rufus want Yuffie gagged, now? Why not simply silence her again? She only grew more confused as Rude reached into his case of horrors and handed her a sharp-looking needle and a roll of steel thread. As she found herself turning back towards Yuffie, whose head was still completely immobilized, she suddenly understood.

Forcing Yuffie’s lips closed around the ball, she stabbed the needle through one, and up and out the other. Yuffie’s eyes bugged out, and another scream bubbled out of her, muffled by the gag but not totally lost. Quickly, expertly, Tifa ran line after line across the ninja’s lips, sewing them tightly shut with the gag inside. Within a few minutes, it was done, and she cast another curative spell, watching as Yuffie’s lips healed around the cords, pulling them even tighter. In moments, it was as though the damage had been done years ago, and healed over perfectly. Blood still stained Yuffie’s lips from the operation, but Reno gestured with his material, and Tifa found herself licking her friend clean, unable even to gag on the copper taste of the blood as she licked away the signs of the damage she had caused.

Rufus looked over Yuffie again. “Very nice, Tifa. You’re a talented seamstress. Let’s put that to good use, shall we?” He stepped back as Tifa raised her needle and metal thread again. “But more slowly, this time. Really make her watch.”

He laughed at his joke as Tifa slowly lowered the needle towards Yuffie’s left eye. Yuffie, absolutely frantic, tried to blink rapidly, but Tifa slammed her fist into the girl’s chest twice, then set to work while she was dazed. Once the first thread was in place, Yuffie couldn’t respond – blood bubbled and mixed with her tears, staining Tifa’s fingers as she worked. The other eye quickly followed, and soon Yuffie was sewn tight, her sight robbed from her forever. Another healing spell stopped her sluggish bleeding, and Rufus laughed as he looked her over. “See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.” He chuckled. “I’m starting to like the look of her.” He considered, then nodded. “I think I’ll keep her. But she’s a bit big to carry. Tifa, cut her down to size.”

Tifa held out her hand, and Rufus placed a simple bone saw into it. Robotically, she stepped up to Yuffie’s left arm, and began to cut into it at the shoulder. Yuffie began to scream into her gag once again, muffled shrieks filtered through her closed mouth, as blood sprayed across Tifa’s face and chest, followed by bone splinters as she worked steadfastly through the ninja’s limb. One at a time, she sliced through Yuffie’s limbs, curing over the deadly wounds each time before Yuffie could bleed out and restoring her health.

“Lovely. Almost complete.” Rufus laughed, as Rude unbound the girl and attached her to a hanging chassis – now, only one strap under her breasts and one at her stomach held her aloft, both attached to a chain that ran upwards, hanging her like a slab of meat. Yuffie strained and shook her head violently, unable to tell what was happening. “I have an idea. Tifa, plug her nose.” Tifa stepped up, delicately pinching Yuffie’s nose shut, and the ninja began to thrash almost instantly. “Alright, let go.” Tifa did, and Yuffie’s chest heaved as she tried to inhale. “Now plug it again.” Once more, desperate thrashings for air as Yuffie’s face started to turn purple. “Unplug.” “Plug.” “Unplug.” Rufus kept up his new game for twenty minutes, then nodded. “Alright, on to the end.”

Rude handed Tifa two more dildos. These were close to fifteen inches long, perilously large and deep crimson, with wide, flexible bases. Without instruction, Reno forced Tifa to step forwards and began forcing them into Yuffie’s body, shoving them as the girl reacted with more shrieks and panicked attempts to struggle away, the stubs of her legs wildly and uselessly kicking, streams of blood running down to coat Tifa as inner walls ruptured and broke. Finally, they were in, their bases completely blocking off Yuffie’s vagina and ass, and Tifa took the sewing needle once again. When her needle pierced Yuffie’s clitoris, the girl’s scream was easily audible through the gag, and Rufus nodded, impressed.

A few moments later, it was done. Yuffie hung limp, filled with two massive dildos and sewn completely shut. Only her heaving breasts and her flaring nostrils gave any sign of life. Rufus smiled. “Alright. I promised her that she would die, and I suppose I should follow through.” He pulled out a small remote, and pressed the button on it. Immediately, a low whirring sound came from inside Yuffie, who began to buck and twitch again. “Do you think she likes that, Tifa? Probably not, since it’s pulling on her so painfully.” He chuckled, as Tifa watched in horror. “But the worst will come when the dildos do.”

A few minutes later, the whirring gave way to a click, as the dildos in question discharged their load inside Yuffie. Her muted screams redoubled, and her twitching became an absolute frenzy that sent her harness rocking back and forth. Rufus explained, “Acid, you see. Quite powerful, exceptionally painful. It’s working its way through her bloodstream, so it’ll destroy her organs first, then gradually work its way outwards. Should take her an hour or so to die.”

In fact, it only took fifty-two minutes. As Yuffie’s spasms finally ended, and her skin began to take on a bluish tint, Rufus fished another piece of materia from his pocket. With a word, he pointed it at Yuffie’s corpse, which rapidly stiffened and turned grey. Moments later, a stone statue was hanging from the harness, contorted in Yuffie’s last agonized expression.

Rufus looked over his handiwork, and then nodded appreciatively. “I think I’ll hang her in my den.” He gestured to Tifa. “You go lie down on that table. Rude, tie her down and then let Reno release her from control. Elena, Tseng, dispose of Reeve’s body and all of this blood. Then we’ll all get some sleep.” He started to walk away, as Tifa found herself climbing meekly onto the bloodstained table where she had tormented Yuffie. “Tomorrow, we’ll force Tifa to bring Barret here, and begin again…”

Sweeeet death =D although why not Cait Sith?

MY GOD that was awesome! MORE O_O

5: Mainly because I'm not that interested in male guro. If someone wants to figure out what they made Yuffie do to Reeve, they can. ;)

Mastermind: Thanks! More will come eventually.

Holy shit, that was epic. More, please!

Very extreme and well written. This is quintessential gurochan lit.

Next part, as requested.
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Two eyes peered brightly out of the rubble of the ruins of Midgar, watching closely as a dark-skinned man below walked through the remains of the once-powerful city, his hair worked back in cornrows and his sleeves torn. A moment later, there was a blur of crimson as the watcher burst forwards, bounding down a shattered skyscraper. Below, hearing a scrape of stones, the other man spun around, his vest billowing in the wind, his eyes narrowing as his right arm rose, a mechanical hand collapsing and folding out, fingers transforming into pistons as a machinegun unfolded from his arm.

A moment later, he lowered the arm with a curse. “Damn it, Red.” Barrett Wallace said disgustedly. “The hell you think you’re doing, sneaking up like that? Damned near shot your fool head off.” With a series of whirrs, his gun folded back into a hand, and he reached over to the massive feline crouching across from him.

Nanase, still known as Red to his friends, let his tongue hang out, then nuzzled against Barrett’s hand and laughed. “You let me get very close before you heard me, old friend.” He hopped lightly to the ground, paws finding traction on the rough stone, and added, “I am surprised to see you here.”

“Yeah, me too.” Barrett grumbled. “Tifa called, said to get my ass down here pronto. Didn’t say why.”

“Hm.” Red’s face screwed up into an expression that Barrett had come to learn was a frown. “This is worrying. I’ve been searching for Reeve and Yuffie. They left for here yesterday, and I have not heard from them since.”

“Could be connected.” Barrett offered, and Red nodded grimly. As the large man opened his mouth to say something else, Red’s eyes widened and he hissed for quiet. Barrett complied instantly. A moment later, Red sniffed the air, and growled low.

“I smell someone.” The cat said softly. “This way.” He bounded silently up the ruined building. Barrett followed more slowly, grumbling under his breath. As they reached the top, he crouched down low, watching the grounds below. He followed Red’s pointing nose, and nodded.

“I see her.” He murmured. Below, looking as though she was standing guard, was a young blonde woman in a severe business suit, cut for easy motion. Elena, of the Turks. “What’s that bitch doin’ here?” Barrett asked rhetorically, then glanced over and blinked in surprise.

Red’s tail was flat, and his ears were back. “Blood.” He growled. “Yuffie’s, and Reeve’s. Washed off – badly.” His teeth bared. “In large amounts.”

Barret swallowed, then his jaw set. “Then I think we need to go ask girly down there some questions.”

Some time later, Elena blinked in confusion, raising a hand to her head. A moment ago, she had been standing watch… now she was lying on the ground, and there was a severe pounding in her skull… she winced against the bright light of the sun shining in her eyes, unable to see properly, and reached for her gun. When she discovered it wasn’t there, she finished waking up with a start.

“Hello, little girl.” Two long rows of teeth crossed her vision, and Elena scrambled halfway to her feet with a gasp. One hand reached into her pocket for her material, and found them missing as well. Glancing behind her, she saw Barrett standing, arms crossed, looking grim. After a moment, she shifted her attention towards the giant lion in front of her. Somehow, he seemed safer.

“What do you want?” She asked, trying to hide the quaver in her voice.

“What did you do to Yuffie and Reeve?” Red growled.

“I have no idea what you mean. We aren’t your enemies any more, and we certainly haven’t…” Elena’s words let off with a squeak as Barret’s mechanical hand closed painfully hard on her shoulder. She fell back to her knees with a gasp of pain as he bore relentlessly down on her. Red pushed his face close to her, fangs bared.

“We know you did something. I can smell it on you. What?”

“I… I don’t know what you mean.” Elena gasped out. “Let go of me, or I will destroy you both!”

Barrett looked over at Red. “Girl ain’t talking, buddy. Let’s encourage her, huh?” As Elena glanced over her shoulder, trying vainly to break free of his grip, he spoke a few words of magic. Almost instantly, she felt a wave of dizziness sweep over her, and her feet left the ground as Barrett lifted her. He was growing larger, his glaring eyes filling more and more of her field of vision… no. She was shrinking. Her shoes fell off first, flopping to the ground, followed by her pants and coat, then shirt. Elena wriggled desperately, but Barrett’s grip only seemed to get stronger as his hand grew larger, and it wasn’t long before she was dangling helplessly from his grasp, kicking out uselessly at his metal hand, no more than eight inches tall, her shoulder in a vice-like grip between three of his fingers. Barret laughed without humour. “You talk big, girl, but there’s nothin’ behind it, you know?” He reached over with his free hand, pinching her hands together. “Last chance. What did you do to them?”

“Go to hell!” Elena spat. She would not betray the Turks, she swore to herself, no matter what he did.

Barrett didn’t seem that worried about her resolve. Shrugging, he tossed her into the air. “Hey Red, catch. Gotta grab some wire.” Elena couldn’t keep from squealing in fear as she saw Red open his mouth, and she swung out wildly with her hands. A moment later, his paw batted her out of the air, pinning her to the cold ground and knocking the wind out of her. Red tilted his head, watching her quizzically as she gasped for breath.

A moment later, Barrett was back, with a set of fishing line. He shrugged. “Best I got.” Bending over, he easily avoided Elena’s vague attempts to punch him, pinching her arms behind her back with two fingers and tying them tightly together, then forcing her legs back and tying each ankle to the same leg’s thigh. Finished, he stepped back. “There we go. Like a little christmas turkey.” He looked over. “What do you say, Red. Want to make a wish?”

“W… what?” Elena said, shocked. Barrett grabbed one of her legs, and Red carefully placed his paw on the other. “You wouldn’t. You’re the good guys! You’re supposed to be nice?”

“Nice?” Barrett asked. “I’m sorry, did I get some spiky yellow haircut when I wasn’t looking? Am I wearing a pretty pink dress?” He leaned in very close. Every breath that washed over Elena raised tiny goosebumps across her skin. “I’m one of the good guys, girl. You know what I do for a living? I kill the bad guys. You have any idea how many of you Shinra goons I’ve iced over the years? You think I care about hurting shits like you?”

Red nodded. His claws slowly extended from the paw holding Elena’s right leg, slowly pushing at her flesh. She gasped with pain as the first one drew blood. “I make no claims to sainthood, Turk. I will kill anyone who harms my pack, and I will do it however might discourage others. If it was mercy you sought, you found the wrong people.”

“Wait. This is just some sort of misunderstanding.” Elena babbled quickly. “We’re here investigating old Shinra relics, like the lab that was uncovered last year. There was a lot of blood down there, fresh. We didn’t see your friends.”

Red and Barrett looked at each other. Barrett said, “What do you think?” Red shook his head, and Barrett nodded. “Yeah, I don’t buy it either. Hope you’re real flexible, girl.”

Red’s claws shot out, stabbing through Elena’s leg. She screamed once, then Barrett began to pull her other leg upwards, and her voice was swallowed by mind-blanking agony. The entire world dissolved into the sheer pressure and pain being exerted on her legs, and she could vaguely hear herself crying soundlessly, begging, saying what they wanted to hear, too overcome to even control herself.

Some time later, she came around to see the two glaring down at her. Her legs were on fire, and she looked to find them jutting out at terrifyingly wrong angles. She tried to move one, and the pain nearly caused her to black out again. “Please…” She murmured.

Barrett didn’t answer immediately. When he did, his words chilled her. “You killed them.”

“I… no… I was just confu…” Elena was cut off as Barret slapped her across the face. His blow snapped her head to one side, and for a fraction of a second she thought that her troubles were ending with a broken neck. Then she impacted with the stone, and the pain convinced her she was still alive.

“You told us, while you were begging. You said ‘it was all the President’s idea.” Barrett went on, “And you said something about Tifa, too.”

“Where are they?” Red added.

Elena shook her head faintly. She could barely remember giving the information, but… no. They would kill her boss. They would kill Tseng.

“You’ll tell us everything.” Red said. “And soon.”

Elena was very afraid that he was right.

Oh nice :3

I like where this is going actually =D

It is awsome work!

Many thanks. More will come, I'm just running into a busy spell.

And here we go.
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Barrett yawned theatrically, giving Elena another toss into the air. The girl, still only eight inches tall, bit off her scream as he caught her by her broken leg, before sending her flying up again. Her skin was starting to show small patches of purple, bruises and fractured bones spreading from the dozens of successive impacts that Barrett was subjecting her to. “I swear, that overgrown kitten had better get back soon.” He muttered. For all that he got a visceral sense of satisfaction from making one of the Shinra bastards pay, torturing people wasn’t really his thing. A bullet to the head, that was the way. But they needed information, and Red had asked him to soften her up while he got a few things.

“Ready to chat? If you spill before Red gets his ass back here, I might just let you scurry off like the rat you are.” He suggested after the next catch, letting her dangle by her bound hands instead of throwing her again. Fortunately for her resolve, Elena was too busy trying to hold onto consciousness to answer. Unfortunately, by the time she had caught her breath, there was a familiar sound on the rocks, and Red XIII appeared, a large bundle in his mouth. The large cat padded over to Barrett, dropping the wrapping to the ground at his feet.

“Sorry for the wait.” He said, after dropping it to the ground. Barrett shrugged, tossing Elena to the ground. As she tried to push herself up, she felt a pressure on her chest, as Red pressed one paw on her chest. “Ah-ah.” Red chided. “We tried the easy way. But all that blood has made me hungry, so we’re doing something a bit more… direct.” The last word was a growl.

Barrett looked in the package, and chuckled ruefully. “Damn, Red. You think like a monster sometimes. Let’s do it.” He reached down as Red stepped backwards, and lifted Elena again. “Here, let’s wash you up.”

There was a small pail in the package, among other things that Elena didn’t get a good look at. She didn’t have time. Before she could react, Barrett was plunging her into icy water, cold enough to take her breath away. She felt her nipples harden, and tried to scream, inhaling water. A moment later, she was pulled from the pail, and fingers roughly pushed on her lungs, forcing her to vomit up the liquid that had nearly killed her. As she gasped, Barrett shoved her under again, shaking her in the water to clean off the dust, dirt, and blood that she had picked up. After the third immersion, as she gasped, he spoke almost apologetically. “I’d clean ya faster, but you know. Only one hand. Shinra shot the other one off.” With that, he pushed her head under again. This time at least, she had a chance to take a breath, but it wasn’t nearly enough for the nearly full minute that she was left underwater. It occurred to her to breathe out, try to drown, but panic overrode the thought and she tried to hold her breath until the last moment.

As she came up, sputtering and gasping, Barrett tossed her down. She came down hard on metal, surrounded by something sticky and sweet-smelling. As she tried to place it, a paw landed on her, rolling her back and forth, and she nearly choked to death again as a thick, viscous substance covered her mouth and nose. This time, her own writhing wasn’t enough – it took a quick prodding with a toothpick from Barrett’s pack to clear her nose, and her own gasping swallows to clear her mouth. Now she recognized it – honey, and garlic. And spices. A terrible thought started to form, but… they wouldn’t. Not even to someone they hated.

Barrett grabbed her before the thought could develop, and dropped her onto something new, sharp and metallic and ridged beneath. A knife snapped the fishing line, and she decided she had to try to escape. But she had no sooner pushed herself painfully to her knees than the surface was bent and pulled upwards. Within moments, she was wrapped painfully tightly in aluminum foil, with only her head uncovered. Red smiled a toothy smile. “As I said. I’m hungry. But I’m not an animal.” He glanced down at his body, as if to dispute his own claim, then added, “I cook my meals.”

Elena shut her eyes firmly. This wasn’t happening. It was a nightmare. A horrible, horrible… but now she could hear Red whisper words, and feel heat growing. She opened her eyes again, almost against her will, as beads of sweat began to form under the honey coating between her and her prison. Tendrils of fire were wisping from Red, surrounding the foil. The heat was growing uncomfortable, dully painful. She twitched painfully, trying to keep her calm. She would die before she gave in.

“This is nothing, girl.” Barrett advised her with a cheerful grimness. “You’d better tell us what you know. Pretty soon, that heat’s gonna work through the metal, and then…”

Elena didn’t have time to hear the rest, because Barrett was right. Stabbing pain was beginning, all over her body, as the metal began to burn her. She pushed, trying to force it open, but she was too weak, and it was too tight. She couldn’t move, couldn’t escape the terrible pain, holding just total enough to consume her without building to the comforting release of unconsciousness. She screamed herself hoarse, and with each scream she could feel her control snapping. No, not again, please just hold on, for Tseng if nothing else she had to… “I’ll tell you everything!” She gasped between wrenching screams, feeling her will break. “Stoppp!”

The burning subsided to a dull, horrific ache. Elena felt the whisper of wind on her blistered skin, the tiniest hint of curative magics, looked down through tear-streaked eyes. The honey had glazed her skin, cooking the outside to a golden brown without having had time to work its way to her organs, except for a few points that were burned black, a thin layer of ash where skin used to be. She could feel pain throughout her body, though, and the tiny part of her not consumed with the need to never feel that again thought that without healing magic, she was going to die soon anyway. The rest of her was babbling, saying whatever it would take to end this nightmare. “The president has a Manipulate material, he’s controlling Tifa with it. He used it on Yuffie to lure her, killed Yuffie, used it on Tifa to lure you. He’s expecting you in the next few hours, going to have Tifa kill you and then call someone else, Cloud probably, he’s given it to Reno, they’re in the Silver Games warehouse five blocks over with Rude and Tseng, I was sent to bury the bodies please I’m so sorry.” She wept freely, looking to the two for some sort of sympathy, or at least a sign that they would free her.

Instead, she got Red’s paw back on her chest, pressing down. She screamed in pain again. “Please! That’s all I know! I swear to Gaia!”

“I believe you.” Red said softly. “But I’m still hungry.”

“But… I told you what you wanted.” Elena sobbed. “You said you’d stop.”

“And we will.” Red bared his teeth, opening wide. “Right about now.” He reached down, biting off Elena’s head with a single, smooth motion and then spitting it out to fly amongst the debris and the rubble. He then settled down, lapping at the blood, looking up just long enough to say to Barrett, “Call the others.”

“Damned straight I’m calling the others.” Barrett said with a snort. He already had his phone out. “Think I’m dumb enough to charge in two against four, with them controlling Tifa too?” He shook his head. “They won’t kill her while she’s bait. Should be time for Cid, Cloud and Vincent to get here, if they’re around.”

“Time enough for me to finish my meal.” Red agreed, taking a tasting lick of Elena’s breasts. With a nod, he tossed the corpse into the air, then caught it in his teeth. Jaws closed on her breasts and arms, and he began to chew, the sound of snapping bones enough to make Barrett wince and take a few steps away. Soon, nothing remained of Elena but her head, staring up in horror at the sky from its place with the rest of the trash.

awesome

mmmm....it is hard for me to understand.so my english is still so poor.

I would have loved to have seen the mind controled Tifa either eat Yuffie's limbs in front of her, or start tearing off her flesh while Yuffie watched, but what can I do. Awesome story though. Shame Aerith is dead, would have loved to have seen what Tifa would do to her...

Beautiful as always, someone needs to mod the pc version to do this >.>

I usually don't like stories of existing franchises, but this is alright. Keep it up.

Nice story. It'd be much better if you spend a bit of time proof reading it. There are a few parts where this will help

Aww I saw a post, and was all "OH BOY!" then I was all "Awww :<"

This is fantastic! Keep at it!

Thanks!

No posts right now for pretty much the same reason there wasn't a lot of proofreading - really, really busy. I do have an ending in mind, though, so I'll sit down and write it out when I have the time.

Excellent. I've got my eye on this thread.

Same here. Interesting storyline.

can't wait for more

And the final part, which wraps everything up, more or less.
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President Rufus took a long pull from his cigarette, then stubbed it out into Tifa’s nipple. The girl held back a scream, but a faint whimper escaped from the tight ballgag pressed into her mouth. “Where the hell is Elena?” He muttered in annoyance, shifting in his chair.

Reno shrugged. “Late as usual.” He said.

“It was a rhetorical question, idiot.” Rufus ran a hand through his hair. “How long does it take to bury one and a half bodies, anyway?”

Reno was smart enough not to give an answer for that, smarmy or not. Instead, he sat back and ran his Manipulate materia between his fingers, considering it thoughtfully. Tifa was, at the moment, back on the table that Yuffie had been tortured on, wire pulling down her arms and legs and stretched tight across the tops and bottoms of her breasts to force them up. She was wearing her shorts but not her shirt, with her hair pulled viciously tightly out from her head. A half-dozen small fires burned under the contraption, quickly evaporating the droplets of water that covered her upper body. The fires were, of course, heating the wires too, and her frequent squirming attempts to make any sort of movement hinted at how uncomfortable that was becoming, but the important thing from Reno’s perspective was that he didn’t need to keep her under control at the moment, so he could relax for a bit.

For the past few hours, Rufus had been testing the limits of his material. First, he had checked whether tickling Tifa was sufficient to disrupt Reno’s control over her. That had only last ten minutes or so – the material remained in full effect, and as amusing as the thought of Tifa standing stock still while desperately wishing to escape his roaming fingers had amused the president, her total inability to react in any way had worn the concept thin, and he’d moved on to more interactive ideas. Orgasm had been the next test, with Tifa locked down and forced to pleasure herself while the Turks watched – when that didn’t disrupt the control, Rufus had let Rude walk over and fuck her until she came again. At about that point, Reno had begged off any more sex tests involving other Turks – not out of moral concerns, but because he felt a little weird, like he was having sex with his friend by proxy. He’d had a vague sense of the tickling as well, truthfully, but it hadn’t been noticeable enough to bother him.

After that it had been drowning, tying Tifa down in front of a bucket and ordering her to push her head under the water, and then seeing whether Reno could keep control until she passed out. Usually, she had held still for just over a minute before suddenly thrashing her way out of the water, gasping for breath, but Rufus had repeated the test a dozen times just to be on the safe side. Afterwards, he had stretched her out to dry off, at which point he had started to get bored.

Now, he looked up with frustration as Rude, who had been stationed at the door to watch for their returning sentry, closed it quickly. “Crap.” The large man muttered. “It’s Barrett.”

“Now?” Rufus catapulted himself to his feet. He grabbed his gun, gesturing to Tifa. “Reno, grab her. Tseng, get her shirt.”

“Heal her?” Reno asked, focusing his material.

“Hell no. If something goes wrong, I want her unconscious in one hit.” The president snapped back. He looked to Rude. “He coming straight here?”

Reno read the unspoken question. Had the AVALANCHE leader encountered Elena? But the Turk shook his head. “Naw, just looking around. We told him to meet Tifa over there.”

“Good. Move, people!” Rufus slid his shotgun over his back, as Tseng undid the wires holding Tifa down and handed her shirt back to her. Mechanically, under Reno’s control again, she put it on. “Tifa in the front, everyone else hanging back. He sees her, she smiles, she dispels his protections, and we hammer him with sleeping spells until he drops, then get him in here. Nothing to it.”

Reno nodded, focusing on Tifa as the group started to move out. At his command, she opened the door to the warehouse, and waved in Barrett’s direction with a broad smile on her face. “Barrett! Over here!”

“Damn, girl!” Barrett yelled back. “Been looking for you!” Reno silently gave her the order to start casting, as Rufus, Tseng and Rude began to prepare their own spells. He watched as her hand twitched slightly, unleashing the magic.

At which moment, everything went wrong at once. The skylight above the warehouse shattered inwards, and three figures dropped into the warehouse at high speed. Across the way, Barrett snapped up his gunarm, letting off a single, low-power shot that slammed across Tifa’s shoulder, drawing a thin line of blood. Tseng and Rude’s spells had already activated, and Barrett dropped to the ground, but it didn’t help them. A spear stabbed through Tseng’s foot in a spray of blood, locking it to the ground. A claw flashed across Rude’s back, and he grunted in pain as he staggered forwards. A six-foot sword slammed through concrete and wood, as Rufus danced backwards to narrowly avoid the blow.

Tifa didn’t even blink. As Reno reeled from the sudden shattering of his control over her, she launched herself across the warehouse. Her foot lashed out, catching his right wrist, and his Materia flew away, accompanied by the sound of splintering bone. Reno started to gasp out, but Tifa was on top of him, driving him into the ground and hammering at his face with her fists. His nose cracked under the first blow, was pulverized under the second. Blood filled his mouth as he struggled under her frenzied attack. His left arm was pinned to his side, but he managed to pull out his baton with his right, ignoring the sharp agony racing from his wrist as he twisted it up, jamming it into her thigh and triggering the electric charge. For a moment, as she shuddered and collapsed on top of him, he blacked out.

As the pain faded, he forced himself to look up, pushing Tifa’s comatose form off him as he took in the scene. Things were looking bad for Shinra. Cid Highwind had brought a second spear with him, and he spat his cigarette into Tseng’s face as the Turk leader tried to pull away. It impacted with his eye, momentarily blinding him as Cid brought his spear around and stabbed. This one passed cleanly through Tseng’s arm, pinning him to the wall as well as the floor, and Cid let go of both and drew a knife, with a snarl on his face as he looked over his opponent. Tseng reached over, trying to pull the spear free, but his hand slipped on his own blood, and a moment later Cid’s knife slammed through it. Now, Tseng was immobilized, screaming with pain, one arm pinned to the wall and the other to his chest, bleeding profusely as he tried to pull free. With each pull, the spears and knife loosened, but the blood spread. Scowling with fury, Cid raised his now-empty hands, and fire poured off them into the Turk, whose screams redoubled in intensity as his hair caught fire and his flesh began to boil.

Rude wasn’t doing any better. Red was leaping around him like a demon, claws flashing out again and again. His suit was soon torn into tatters as dozens of lines of blood began to criss-cross each other across his flesh. Abandoning hope of victory, he started to run for the door… only to have the great cat’s teeth close down on his left ankle, biting his foot off in powerful jaws. Rude collapsed to the floor as Red advanced, twisting to try and bring more magic to bear, but Red’s teeth closed on his throat with terrible finality, twisting and chewing. His shouted words became a burble of pain, as he felt blood flowing into his lungs. Red released him before the damage was total, shifting attention to start clawing at his arms, severing tendons and leaving him unable to move as he slowly drowned in his own blood.

Rufus, meanwhile, was almost holding his own. His gun fired in rapid succession, bullets deflected one after the other as Cloud Strife closed the distance. Two hit home, drawing blood, but it wasn’t enough. There was a powerful sweep, and Rufus caught the sword on his gun. For a moment, their eyes met. “Why?” Cloud asked simply.

“Because you took it all from me.” Rufus answered. “I won’t live as a pathetic remnant.”

“I agree.” Cloud said. Magic swept around him, and he spun through the air, his sword sweeping out impossibly quickly. Each hit caught Rufus, throwing the president into the air just in time to be hit again, his coat tearing under the impacts, slowly turning from white to red as strike after strike slammed into him. One hit caught his shoulder, sending his left arm flying to one side. Another took his foot, then his leg. He tried to scream, but a sword thrust slammed through his lung, filling it with steel before withdrawing just long enough to take the other one. It seemed to take an eternity, but it was only a few moments before it was over, and a rain of body parts cascaded to the floor around Cloud, painting the warehouse red.

As Red ran backwards to wake Barrett, Cid and Cloud looked around. Cid frowned. “Where the hell did Reno get to?” He wondered.

Cloud was running over to Tifa. Kneeling next to her, he murmured the words of a Revive, and took her hand as she blinked groggily. “Tifa. Are you alright?”

“Reno.” Tifa shot up, looking around in panic. She caught the glimmer of the Manipulate material lying on the ground, but didn’t see the Turk. “He was right here!”

“Now he’s not.” Cid frowned. “That’s not too…” He broke off with a sour smirk, as the sound of a helicopter taking off filled the warehouse. “There he is.”

“We have to stop him!” Tifa almost shrieked with pent-up fear and anger.

“We did.” Cloud said.

In the helicopter, Reno glanced at the warehouse below as he began to gain altitude. His left arm hung useless at his side, spikes of pain reminding him of the damage that Tifa had caused. He had to blink away the blood running down his forehead, but he barely noticed. His mind was already racing, considering places to lay low. He’d have to keep moving, dye his hair. Fix his nose. They’d stop looking eventually.

Then he felt himself stiffen, and his hands let go of the controls. He tried to grit his teeth, force them back down, but it was like pushing through stone.

“You killed someone I care very deeply about.” The voice from the chopper’s radio was soft, but firm. Reno felt himself go cold at its tones. “But I have some bad news.” A flash of yellow at the edge of his vision, a material held in golden metal gloves at the outside of the helicopter’s window. “You aren’t the only one with a Manipulate material.”

Against his will, Reno looked out the window. Vincent Valentine hung there, tattered bat wings beating against the sky. “You remember this form that Shinra gave me, don’t you?” The ex-Turk asked, a radio fitted over a mouth filled with sharp teeth. “I wanted to kill you when we destroyed Sephiroth, but they convinced me not to. We will correct that now.”

Reno looked forwards again. The helicopter was picking up speed, moving towards a sheer cliff face. He twitched slightly, trying to reach down and pull the throttle, dive for the door, anything. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t so much as wipe the sweat from his brow. Vincent followed behind, material still held aloft. “Goodbye, Reno.” He said simply. “It’s better than you deserve.”

Reno watched as the cliff face grew in his vision. The sky was blocked out. Jagged stone stretched in front of him, growing larger by the moment. In the last seconds, he tried to close his eyes, to look away from his rapidly approaching death.

But he couldn’t.

The helicopter slammed into the cliff. Stone spiked through the cockpit as the fuel tank ruptured, first crushing, then burning its occupant. Vincent watched emotionlessly as the link gave way, and Reno let out a faint, quickly cut-off scream. And then the tangled remains fell to the grass below, and it was done.

“It won’t bring you back, Yuffie.” Vincent murmured. “But it is enough.”

END

I was so gonna get mad when Cloud jumped in and saved the day (I despise the guy as a character. I mean, what's so great about a big fucking fraud?) but you saved it with Vincent.

Good going, man.

Also, Cloud is a really stupid name for a character. What next, Mountain? Or Snow... Wait... Nevermind on that one.

Yay! I was hoping we could fix Yuffie, but this works too! :D Excellent! Bravo! :D

yuffie is together with aeris in the lifestream now...

Cloud, Squall, Lightning, Snow.all of these names are elements of nature, and i don't mind it. you can change it in the game if you want to anyway.

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Technically, I believe next was Squall, demonstrating the folly of bringing weather-themed names to the party. And thank you. :)

Also thanks to Mastermind and >>30. :)