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Strip Search	By : dianetaylor Category: Final Fantasy VII > Het - Male/Female > Cloud/Tifa Views: 22530 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own FF VII or the characters I'm borrowing. I am not and will never make money off this work.

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A/N: See what you think. It's not for everyone.

They didn’t get to Aerith in time before their capture. As evasive and as well armed as they were, they got caught. Now they were being booked into Shin-Ra’s prison system, with all the accouterments that come with such procedures.
As soon as they had been arrested, Tifa’s heart sank into her stomach, and her stomach sank into her toes. She was perfectly aware of what would happen. She heard the horror stories, and they were all frightfully similar to the previous and the next; there was no reason to think that they were anything but the truth.
Cloud’s photographs were taken before her, and if she hadn’t been so anxious, she might have seen humor in the boredom on Cloud’s face as the camera snapped. He honestly doesn’t give a flip about any of this, she thought while trying to calm her quivering stomach. When it was her turn to have her photographs taken, she almost didn't smile when Cloud whispered teasingly in her ear, “Not your best pose, Tifa.” In spite of Cloud’s sudden kindness, she was trying to keep from being suddenly ill.
She was handcuffed tightly and herded into a freezing, sterile side room with a rickety table in the center by two male wardens. And here’s where the rubber meets the road. Briefly, the thought flashed through Tifa’s mind if Aerith had gone through the same thing before Tifa had.
Tifa immediately noticed three things: neither guard was making any moves to leave the room. Don’t the female guards come in now? She wondered anxiously.
The second thing Tifa noticed was a running camera in the corner of the room next to the door. Oh, Gaia, no…
The third thing Tifa noticed was Cloud being shoved into the room with his two male guards. Please, please, no…
At the sight of Cloud’s unreadable face, she felt the blood drain from her head; her knees weakened and threatened to give way. She felt as though she were going to be sick any moment.
Remember what Zangan said; someday, sometime, something like this would happen. How do we bear up? Take our mind away. Take it far, far away.
Tifa shifted her weight and balled her fists together. I will survive. Her heart pounded and her throat swelled. I will survive this.
It was clear to Tifa that she would not be searched by a female guard, and it was just as clear that her search and Cloud’s search would be conducted together. She squeezed her eyes shut and closed her fists tighter.
“This cavity search will be video-recorded for future reference should there be any contraband or weapons removed,” the head warden barked. “If anything is found on their persons, it will be tried as evidence in court. Remove their cuffs, shoes and clothes!”
Her wrists were released from their handcuffs and she carefully, slowly, dropped her hands to her sides, forcing her fists to relax. I can shred them to pieces later… She felt the shoelaces of her boots being untied and she was forced to quickly shift her weight as her feet were taken out. Her socks were stripped off, flipped inside out and tossed in front of her. Even her hair tie was taken off and thrown in front of her.
Tifa’s suspenders were popped loose and thrown onto her socks. Her tight, white blouse was roughly pulled up over her head. Block it out. One eye opened as she watched the commanding warden flip it inside out and shake it. In his other hand, he held Cloud’s sweater.
For the briefest of moments, she glanced at Cloud. He was hunched over like an old man, staring sullenly at the feet of the commanding warden.
The warden noticed and shoved Cloud. “Look alive, boy, you’re not even half done yet.” Something in Cloud’s eyes flared, but he said nothing.
She screwed her eyes shut and clenched her fists again. She felt hands at the clasp of her bra. Block it out, block it out. Her bra was pulled over her shoulders away from her breasts, and she felt her nipples tighten at the curly touch of the frigid air in the room.
Hands at her skirt zipper. Hands pulling the zipper down. Hands pulling her skirt down past her hips, thighs, knees and ankles. Being forced to step out of the skirt. Hands at the elastic of her panties. Tifa felt hot tears prickling the corners of her eyes, but she pushed them down ruthlessly. Show no weakness.
The panties were slipped over her feet and taken away. Tifa knew without looking that the commanding warden was looking at them as closely as possible; she wanted to seep into the spidery cracks on the ancient floor of the room.
“Check him first,” the warden said.
By now, Cloud was stripped nude as well. Tifa and Cloud were pushed back against the table in the center of the room, both naked. Reflexively, Cloud moved to cover himself, but the warden shrieked, “Hands to your sides, boy, or we’ll make you feel pain!”
Tifa’s ears were popping with the number of times she swallowed. She deliberately bowed her head and closed her eyes to give her best friend a passing semblance of privacy.
“Run your hands through your hair, boy.” Tifa was close enough to hear the rustle of his long hair.
“Harder!” The warden shouted. Her heart clenched.
“Open your mouth. Wider!”
“Lift your arms over your head. Higher!”
“Lift your foot and wiggle your toes. More!”
She listened and focused on keeping her body steady. This will be over soon.
“Pick your dick up. Lift your balls.”
Her eyes flew open and she sharply turned her head in Cloud’s direction. Something acidic hit her tongue as she watched Cloud hold up his own genitals for the warden’s inspection. Oh, Cloud…
“Pull your foreskin back.”
Tifa watched as Cloud encircled the head of his penis with two fingers and moved the skin back. The warden clicked his flashlight on and shone its beam into Cloud’s penis. Tifa’s eyes flew up to Cloud’s face. There was only sullenness there; no sign of anger or humiliation – or endowed like that, no sign of pride – or even concern.
“Turn around, bend over and spread your cheeks,” the warden barked.
Slowly, slowly, Cloud turned around stiffly and obeyed. The only change in expression registered through his closing eyes.
Tifa couldn’t look away, as much as her brain screamed at her.
The squeak and snap of gloves sounded too sharply in Tifa’s ears and she cringed.
The warden dolloped a measure of some sort of liquid onto his two forefingers before poking them into Cloud’s opening. Cloud gave a short, almost imperceptible grunt at the sudden intrusion.
“Not your first time being penetrated, is it, boy?” The warden laughed. Cloud, of course, didn’t respond.
Tifa stared in steaming horror as the warden wriggled his fingers inside Cloud’s backside and even rammed in and out a few times.
“Cough twice for us, boy, and you’ll be done,” the warden said. Cloud did so and this apparently satisfied the warden. The warden pulled his fingers out of Cloud’s backside with an audible pop.
As soon as he took his hands away from his bottom, an orange jumpsuit was shoved into his hands. “Get dressed,” came the command. He stepped into it and zipped it completely.
His and Tifa’s eyes met, each churning in sickened humiliation and horror.
Tifa’s hands gripped the table. Dark spots appeared on the peripherals of her vision, but she forced herself to breathe.
“Your turn, girlie,” the warden said in a low tone. He leered at her. They’re not going to take Cloud out of the room. And they’re not going to stop the camera…the camera! She had forgotten all about the camera, and now, she drowned in the awareness of how many pairs of eyes, artificial and not, were glued to her naked body.
Tifa instinctively covered her breasts and crossed her thighs. The action earned her a sharp smack on the shoulder.
“Don't resist and the sooner we get started, the sooner we’ll be done. What say you?” The warden cawed.
She didn’t dare respond. She only squeezed her eyes shut. Get this over now, please.
“Run your hands through your hair.”
She lifted her trembling hands and scrubbed her fingers through her scalp, down through her long, soft tresses.
“Open your mouth.”
She opened her mouth as widely as she could and felt the heat of the flashlight on her tongue.
“Lift and drop your tits.”
This isn’t possible.
Tifa’s mind went white.
Her quivering hands lifted both of her heavy, round breasts for a moment, then let them fall.
The warden chuckled and Tifa clearly heard the sound of the other guards shifting self-consciously.
“Again.”
She cradled her breasts between her fingers, lifted, and let them drop once more.
“Could watch that all day,” a guard whispered to another standing next to him. Tears prickled in the corners of her eyes again.
Do not cry. Block it out. You will survive this. It will be over soon.
“Lift your feet and spread your toes.”
Tifa held the edge of the table behind her in a death grip as she complied.
“Sit on the table, pull up your legs, use your fingers and show us your pussy.”
She couldn’t even command her arms to lift her onto the table. Instead, she silently slid onto it. She slowly bent her knees, spread her legs, and touched her fingers to her most private place. Tifa gingerly spread her nether lips for the wardens’ perusal.
“Wider!” Came the barked command.
She swallowed past the rising lump in her throat and pulled harder.
“That’s more like it,” the warden cooed.
He knelt in front of her with his flashlight, his face positioned directly in front of her exposed pussy.
The man pulled on a new set of gloves and squeezed lubricating liquid onto his fingers. He drew too close to Tifa and jabbed two fingers into her nerve-tightened passage.
Tifa’s eyes opened sharply. When exploring herself, she had only used one finger – this hurt. The hurt was compounded by the sensation of the warden wiggling his fingers inside her lecherously, inside as far as he could go.
“Cough for me, sweetie,” the warden said saccharinely.
She did so, weakly.
“Harder!” The warden growled.
She coughed again, as hard as she could manage.
The warden abruptly pulled his fingers out of her.
“Bend over the table and spread your cheeks,” the warden said with a wry smile.
Tifa’s vision swam, but she slid back off the table and managed to bend over. We’re almost done. We’re almost through. Just a little more.
She laid her hands on her soft cheeks and spread them hard. She didn't want to be reminded.
She heard the sound of more weight shifting from the guards.
She felt the warden come up behind her and squeeze a buttock.
“Lovely,” he murmured before pushing a long, unflinching finger into her exposed rectum.
Tifa felt as though every one of her senses were being raped. Her nostrils stung with the scent of the acrid air, her mouth felt dry and bitter, her eyes were stinging, her quivering body felt filthy. She lifted her teeth away from her tongue and tasted blood – she realized that she had been biting down.
“Cough for me, girlie, and we’re done,” the warden said.
Tifa coughed as hard as she could, twice. The warden removed his finger slowly, as though lingering over the sensation of her trembling insides.
No sooner had she straightened up from her bend than she was tossed an orange jumpsuit as well.
“This concludes the recording of the cavity search,” the warden droned, peeling his still-wet gloves off and tossing them into a wastebasket. “No contraband or weapons were found.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he opened the door and left the room.
Tifa finished zipping her jumpsuit. She suddenly, desperately needed to be held, to be told everything was really alright. She looked to Cloud, who had been standing there, watching, the entire time.
In his eyes churned cold, cold fury.

They were shoved into a metal-lined cell, complete with a metal bed and metal toilet set in concrete in the corner. The door clanged shut behind them, and they were alone.
She sat on the bed, pressed her legs and hands together tightly. Cloud stood in the middle of the cell, his fists tight, his knuckles white.
Then he looked over his shoulder at her, eyes full of concern. “Tifa – I’m so sorry,” he whispered.
Then the tears came up, spilled over, and poured down her face. She sobbed and sniffed like a small child, but she didn't care how she sounded or looked.
Slowly, Cloud came to sit beside her and he circled his arms around her shoulders. He cradled his head in the crook of her shoulder and sighed deeply.
After a long while, Tifa’s sobs settled and Cloud laid her on the bed.
“Try to get some sleep,” he murmured.
Tifa couldn’t have agreed more. Anything to forget.
As uncomfortable as the bunk was, sleep claimed her quickly. She fell asleep with Cloud alongside her, his hand resting on her shoulder.
She didn't know when he got up later that night, but the noises awakened her. She only had to listen for a moment to understand.
He was standing over the toilet and leaning on his arm against the wall. His jumpsuit was unzipped past his hips and one hand was between his legs. She heard the sound of rapidly stroking fingers on stiffening flesh.
He was crying.
Oh, Cloud.
She waited until she heard the sound of him finishing, a mix between a croak and a sob. She heard the light splash of liquid on liquid.
Then she got out of the bed and walked to him. Cloud turned sharply at the sound of her approach, but in the hard fluorescent light, she could see the tear tracks on his cheeks.
Tifa circled his arms around his slender waist and buried her face into the valley of his back. “We’re going to pay them back. We’re going to pay them back in spades, Cloud.”
He dropped his hand from the wall and squeezed hers on his waist.

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