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Trysts of Final Fantasy VIII	By : DragonKnight Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 6175 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy as it is the property of Square-Enix. As such, I did not make any money off of this story.

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The high, forbidding metal walls of the cell curved slightly, distorting even basic symmetry that supported a metal ceiling that was truly a floor for the cell above, shaped in exactly the same way. And the same was true of the floor of this cell. Whenever the prisoners felt like pacing around, a dull *thump* thump* thump*reverberated to the cell below at random times in the night, if there really was a night. Maybe the prisoners were sleeping through the day, but what did the sun matter to them? All they know was that at some point in time, they began to feel exhausted and lie down to hear the *thump* *thump* *thump* of the prisoners above. Could they complain that they’re making too much noise? Nope, but then neither the ones down below could either. They might just be as irritated about the noise as these prisoners, but their only consolation was that they could do the same to the person below. The only one who didn’t have to tolerate the noise was the head warden on the top floor of D-District prison. He didn’t have to worry about someone else tapping on his ceiling. He could do all the tapping, and the prisoners just had to take it.

Zell laid on the ground as the wardens kicked him in the ribs. They only left bruises because of his superb conditioning, but it’s not like he could do anything but cower as the guards sated their cruelty. It might have continued if the warden wasn’t looking for Rinoa. The last thing she said to her friends is “I’ll be fine. Let’s go.”

As far as the SeeDs knew, it might be the last time they’ll ever see her again.

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Rinoa’s hands were cuffed behind her back as her escort walked her into the Warden’s office. She kept her eyes forward, but her peripheral vision allowed her to see the plush, stately interior of the office. A leather couch sat in the corner of the room with no ass grooves, a bay window overlooking the endless stretch of desert, and an office desk that could substitute for a dining table if need be. Or a sacrificial altar.

Sitting behind the desk was the head warden, a sour, dour man supporting his jowled face against his hands. A Galbadian foot soldier and officer at parade stood on his flanks. Rinoa narrowed her eyes at the man behind the warden.

It was General Caraway. If Rinoa could cast Blue Magic, he’d been laser eyed to death.

The warden got off his executive chair and began to examine Rinoa. His stubby hand ran along the length of her arm and exploring her hip before he gave her ass cheek a firm squeeze. His other hand honked her breast and then grabbed her cheeks to open her mouth.

“My my, your daughter’s a nice piece of ass. I think I’ll free her.”

“Good. I’ll-“

“Not so fast. Remember the deal? In exchange for freeing your daughter, I get to have any woman of my choice for me and men to use the entire night. Well, I’ve decided to collect.”

Caraway scowled, “You can’t possibly mean-“

“Yes, your daughter will serve as our comfort woman tonight,” the Warden said as he fished out his cock. He looked at Rinoa and asked, “Go on, suck it.” She glared at him with a firm mouth.

The Warden sighed and ordered, “Lieutenant Biggs. Bend her.”

Biggs got behind her and grabbed the chain of her handcuffs and pulled up. As her arms bent backwards, her body leaned forward until her head was at crotch height. The Warden attempted to insert his cock into her mouth, but her lips formed a tight seal, repelling his oral invasions and caused the pre come on the tip to slide around her face. It was amusing for a while as he slapped her in the face with his dick, rubbing his cockhead against her nostrils and letting her smell his vinegar balls. He placed his cock flat against her face to measure his length and girth, but she wouldn’t budge. Finally, he pinched her nose holes closed in order to get her mouth hole to open. As soon as she started to gasp for air, the Warden face-fucked her. Unlike Cid, who allowed her to at least warm up first before getting aggressive, he was balls deep into her the first chance he got. Her nose always brushed up against his coarse, hairy pelvis as his old man balls slapped against her chin. Inside her mouth was even worse as her tongue and esophagus resisted his thrusts. Her tongue swiped from side to side as her uvula was treated as a penis punching bag. If she were motivated, she might have tried to suppress her gag reflex, but puking right on this disgusting cock would actually be helpful.

Not that it happened as he busted a nut right down her throat, treating her stomach as a womb as she was forced to guzzle his cum. The only good thing about it was that his cock started to deflate in her mouth, but now that bitter, gooey cum stuck to her throat. She had no choice but to swallow as much as she could in order to breathe. He pulled out his now limp dick in order to wipe himself off with her hair.

“Toss her onto the desk,” he ordered.

Biggs and Wedge picked Rinoa up and placed her torso on the desk and left her ass exposed, the only protection was her coat and her biking shorts. The Warden brushed the long coat aside and pulled down her tight-fitting shorts down to her ankles. She tried to keep her knees together so that her lower mouth wouldn’t be penetrated, but the Warden spread her legs just wide enough to create a small opening for him to take advantage of.

“Ugh!...This bitch is really tight! Is this your first time?!”

Rinoa’s inner walls tried to seal themselves, but the Warden’s cock just plowed through her feeble resistance. Slowly, but surely, he was able to bottom out inside of her. Her knees began to buckle and bend as the sickening pleasure was starting to overcome her. It became easier for the Warden to pound her snatch incessantly. He held her head down on the desk to keep her completely subdued as his cock tore up her insides. After what seemed like hours, but could only have been a few minutes, he dumped his load of cum inside. He pulled out of her, leaving her cream-pied and panting. He wiped his dick off with her coat. The fabric felt nice, and if he were a young man, he’d be ready for another go.

Instead, the Warden put away his flaccid member and said, “Lieutenant Biggs, Private Wedge. You can have some fun with her, but take her into the barracks first.” The Warden then laid down on the couch and said, “Don’t worry, General. You’ll get her back after we’re done.”

Caraway could only look on as his daughter was sent into the den of horny men.

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Rinoa put one foot in front of the other as her guards led her by the arms to the barracks. Her biker shorts were still at her ankles acting as makeshift ankle cuffs.

She thought to herself, I shouldn’t have gone commando this week.

The cum stains on her hair and coat dried off and left the stink of male juice on her body. Once they arrived at the walkway, she could feel the dry, desert heat of the sun baking her skin and slightly burning her pale legs. She was never much for sunbathing and had clear tan lines around her panty zone. The pallid skin of her pelvis served to highlight her privates to the entire world, as well as the crusty remnants of the Warden’s cum in her pubes. The metallic clangs of their footsteps only served to remind her of how far away she was from any kind of human civilization. She looked down to see the indistinct sand dunes that surrounded the steel prison.

They went inside and felt the cooler air of the dark, dinghy barracks. Rinoa could only react with disgust at the sight of their living conditions. The bunks look like they have been covered with sheets with an off-white color, like the sweat of the men unintentionally stained the sheets. The covers themselves were rumpled and in disarray. Uniforms and underwear seemed to be strewn about haphazardly. The smell of mildew and sweat and something else permeated the air.

“Listen up, men!” Biggs yelled, “The warden has given us our entertainment for the night tonight!” A resounding roar from the men echoed within the room. Out of sheer terror, she turned tail and went straight for the door, but tripped on her own shorts, leaving her ass exposed. Biggs started tearing the lower part of her coat apart; it was in the way and tossed it to his men who started wanking to it or sniffing it or both. Now that there was no protection for her now, Biggs started to pry apart her asshole with his cock. Rinoa never tried anal before and her sphincter gave quite a bit of resistance. At first, he could only fit the head around her ring, but as he pressed ever inward, she squealed in pain.

“Listen to that! She loves anal!”

Rinoa grit her teeth at the anal invasion when Wedge put his penis in front of her face, giving her even more reason to keep her mouth closed, but her body betrayed her when a particularly deep thrust forced her mouth open, only for Wedge to take advantage and jam his cock down her mouth. She was now a sandwiched bitch, with two cocks pounding her in different directions. Every time she was about to slip one out of her ass, she started to deepthroat. Every time she was about to stop slobbering on a cock, she’d bottomed out. Her ass began to become more accustomed to Biggs’s girth and a steady rhythyn developed between the two. One side to the other.

They finally came down her gullet and bowels and pulled out, leaving streaks on both openings. Rinoa laid face-down on the floor, unable to use her arms or legs to get up. She swallowed what she could, but some of Wedge’s cum trickled out of her mouth. She then felt hands around her ankles dragging her to a bunk. She was pulled up like a rag doll and forced to use her pussy to sit right on top of a cock of a very large man. He used his hands to fondle her breasts. Another man got bored of the fondling and got a pair of scissors to cut down the middle of her tank top, revealing her lack of a bra.

“Look’it that! She was planning on getting fucked!”

The tank top was bra enough, she thought days before when she decided to go commando. What a terrible decision that was. Or maybe it wasn’t because her underwear would have been torn up today anyways. Her tits jiggled with each upward thrust before two men suckled and licked her nipples. Another two grabbed both of her wrists and directed her hands to stroke their respective members. No man could last long as the cock pounding her snatch came inside. The two men licking her tits lightly nipped at her milk ducts and mixed her pleasure with pain as she orgasmed. She squeezed tighter with the cocks in her hands and they exploded in her grasp, and cum ran down her hands and onto her arms.

She was pulled off to lie down on the bunk, but there was no time for rest as another man straddled her face for him to get a titjob. Her nose was pressed up against his sweaty taint as he thrusted her cleavage. Her breath ticked his balls, which only encouraged him to thrust even faster. Yet another man started pounding her dripping cunny with gusto and her arms were taken and bent so that both her hands and the crooks of her elbows and kneepits to serve as makeshift fuck toys. The men who already had their turn were using either the tattered rags of her clothes or her hair splayed out on the pillow as cum rags to wipe their dicks off for another round. Rinoa was now a cumdump, and every part of her skin was put to use as every cock plowing her came within seconds of each other, covering her with splotches of semen all over her: her tits, her arms, her legs, her hair. Cum covered her like a second skin as she panted before passing out, not that it made her any less fuckable as they plowed her unconscious body.

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She found herself in a semi-conscious state. Her eye drifted around as the world felt out of focus for her.
“…oh man, I never knew a woman can get pregnant so fast…”
“…She’s not pregnant, Wedge. She just completely full of cum...”
“...what? That’s bullshit…”
“…I’ll prove it to you…” and she felt a weight pressing down on her stomach. Biggs’s boot pressed down on her distended belly to force the gallons of cum out of her. To her utter horror, it was actually working as a stream of cum steadily flowed out of her vagina and out onto the steel floor. Her stomach was starting to feel better as the contents of her womb spilled out. Her body returned to normal before she drifted back to sleep.

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Caraway looked through the window to the barracks with a grimace on his face. The deal had been done, and she was now free as the guards were now on shift. But what kind of life would she have now?

Irvine walked over to him, carrying a bundle of fresh clothes for her.

“It’s best to do it now, General.”

Caraway focused his mind to summon a GF. A dark-skinned angel with brunette angel-wing hair sitting upon a rock.

“Lethe, only make her forget today. Please, cure her.”

“As you wish master,” the GF said as she cradled Rinoa’s semi-conscious body before kissing her full on the lips. Lethe’s saliva became a flood of amnesia water that Rinoa swallowed. She started fighting against the urge to drown and tried to push away, but Lethe only held her head tightly as the water made her memories of the previous days as a cock sleeve fuzz out of existence. Lethe’s thumb fiddled against Rinoa’s clit to make her feel better about losing parts of her mind. The waters of forgetfulness washed all over her body and removed the stink and sheen of her second skin of cum, curing her body of the whorish consequences.

The GF picked her up to stand and walked away. As the fog of her mind started to clear, she bashfully covered her nudity with her arms as she frantically looked around for something—anything—to cover her body.

“She must never know of any of this,” Caraway ordered.

“You needn’t ask, General,” Irvine said as he entered the room with a bundle of her clothes.

Rinoa threw a pillow at his head, “Get out, Irvine!”

He cowered in front of her as he tossed her clothes at him, “I was just trying to get you your clothes!”

“Then why aren’t you turning around?!”

Irvine tipped his hat, “Well…”

“Don’t you have sense of privacy?!”

“Okay, okay! Jeez…”

Caraway could only look on between the glass, watching his firebrand daughter back to her normal self. It would be too risky to show his face to her again, and she might remember what happed. For her safety, he turned his back on her and headed back to his mansion alone.
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