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Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, or any of the characters from it, a fact that I am sure makes a great many people feel at ease. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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The wreckage of Sector 7 spread far and wide. The explosion had rocked Midgar as the plate came crashing down. At an appropriate point, Shin-Ra disaster relief teams were on the ground, when the dust had cleared. Enough of an effort to make sure any bystanders could be convinced that it was the work of AVALANCHE, or permanently silenced if they couldn’t.
The discovery of someone in the midst of the wreckage could hardly be unexpected. Finding them alive, well, that was a bit of a change. It was the bullet wounds that made the barely alive young woman worth investigating. Orders were given to bag her up and bring her back to HQ ‘until someone with authority gets a look at her’.

Doctor Jennifer Wenham brushed her red hair out of her eyes, and looked over the body that had just come in. Barely breathing, but it was possible to stabilize the mystery woman. Her scrubs were covered in blood, but with help, Doctor Wenham had kept her alive long enough for ShinSec to identify the patient. She looked from the patient to the dossier she had been handed. It was like she had been given a golden opportunity, not to mention someone suitable for the treatment. This could lead to a breakthrough as big as SOLDIER.
“Prepare her for the treatment. We might be able to make her useful to society after all.”
Doctor Wenham walked out of the operating room, leaving the dossier on the table.
Alias: “Jessie”
Full Name: Unknown
Known Affiliations: AVALANCHE
Wanted for Acts of Terrorism, Dead or Alive

The world around Jessie seemed to slosh around. Not like water, though. It was thicker than water. Not thick enough to be mud. She tried to think of other things in the slums that could feel like that, and then suddenly didn’t want to think about it. With great effort, she opened her eyes, hoping desperately that she hadn’t fallen into the sewers.
Instead, she saw a darkened room, the artificial lighting kept low. It took a while for eyes to adjust, but the reflection of the light seemed faintly… blue. She wasn’t sure if she was in a bed or a bath, given all the liquid around her. An IV drip ran down into her right arm, which had been fastened down, while another tube filled with a slow moving purplish looking goo led away from her left.
“Hello?” She ventured, her throat raspy. It felt like she hadn’t spoken for quite some time, and her voice was weak. Still, that stirred movement in the room, at least she thought. The face of a mature woman with red hair tied in a ponytail looked down at her. A smile crossed that woman’s lips. It wasn’t a pleasant smile.
“Well, well. You’ve risen from the dead after all.” The woman spoke after a moment, a tone of bitterness in her voice. “I can’t say I have much time for you to ask questions, so let’s get to the point. I am Doctor Jennifer Wenham.”
Jessie blinked, looking up at the woman. She shook her head a few times to clear things up. Sure, there were sawbones in the slums, but no real doctors. Still, that little reaction seemed to displease the doctor, the cruel smile becoming a frown.
“Regardless, let’s get down to the matter.” The lights in the room rose, and a piece of paper was shoved into Jessie’s face. “Tell me what this is.”
To Jessie’s eyes, the paper looked like a jumble of lines, and zigzags, words that made no sense. All she could see was a jumbled mess.
“I… I don’t know.” She responded, after a few minutes, her voice gaining volume, but still not strong. The doctor seemed to chuckle at this revelation, and threw the paper away. She looked to a clipboard, and took some notes, before walking around to Jessie’s left, and tapping something made of glass. Then, she leant down and removed the tube leading to Jessie’s left arm, roughly enough to elicit a yelp of pain from the younger woman. A small amount of blood oozed out in the blue gunk, before some medical tape and cotton covered the small wound. Something still felt odd to the AVALANCHE member.
“What-“ Jessie started, but the doctor cut her off.
“What happened to you? Oh, I suppose I can indulge you in that.” Wenham walked over to a console, and the bed, or bath, or whatever started to drain. “You’ve been proving my hypothesis. Oh, and sitting in three times the lethal dose of unprocessed mako for three days.”
Jessie’s eyes widened, and she tried to move her arms and legs, but they were still strapped down. Panic and fear overrode other emotions. A part of her brain noticed that she wasn’t wearing anything as the liquid emptied, but that was the least of her worries.
“Yes, fear is a good reaction. It makes watching you squirm that more enjoyable.” The doctor’s voice was somehow cold and triumphant at the same time. “But you aren’t going to die. Not from mako poisoning, at least.” Again, that cruel smile returned, before the Doctor continued. “You see, you have just singlehandedly given me everything I need for my research to go ahead. You, young lady, are going to make me a very wealthy woman, and Shin-Ra will move ahead in technology again.”
Despite the doctor’s rather poor assurances, Jessie continued to struggle. I think I can get my wrist free if I just wriggle a little more. She thought to herself. The mention of Shin-Ra did nothing to calm her nerves.
“Oh, very well, I’ll let you out. It won’t do you any good.” With another button press, the shackles on her legs and arms released. This was an opportunity that Jessie was not going to waste. She pulled herself out of the medical chamber, deciding that worrying about clothing could come after dealing with the Shin-Ra doctor in front of her. She leapt at the red haired woman and suddenly fell on the floor.
That wasn’t right. Jessie knew she could make that jump. She struggled to her hands and knees before the doctor’s voice rang out.
“Stop right there. Being on all fours suits you, slum whore.”

And then Jessie couldn’t move. Or did she not want to? It was hard to distinguish. But being on all fours was good. She could stay here and work out her next move. She just had to stay perfectly still on all fours like this.
“No athleticism and obedient to boot! It looks like it worked after all.” Doctor Wenham let out a laugh. “I suppose I should explain it all, though soon you might be too distracted to understand.” The doctor kneeled down in front of Jessie, and Jessie tried to look up into her eyes, but for some reason her captor’s cleavage looked more interesting. She shook her head, as the doctor stood up again.
“No doubt you’ve heard the story of materia being the crystalized knowledge of the ancients. A silly story, I always thought. But over time, I rethought it. Materia is crystalized mako energy, but if it could impart abilities and magic, maybe there was a quicker way to do it. After all, it had a notable effect on SOLDIER participants. But too much of it was fatal.”
Jessie continued to watch the doctor as she walked around the room, much of the explanation going over her head. Not to mention the fact that her eyes kept focusing on the doctor’s ass.
“But what if the person was already in a bad way? So I decided to test a theory on you. Flood the dying body with mako, then all that knowledge will start running out as the body tries to purge the poison. Your surviving was an unexpected side effect. I was sure you would die. But I’m sure as you’ve noticed, there were other side effects.”
Jessie found herself feeling hot, and she was sure she was flushed. Maybe the doctor could do something about it. Or let her move. Or do something. She tried to grind her thighs together, but her legs wouldn’t move without permission.
“Of course, what you’re experiencing now isn’t one of them. That’s just a little revenge, and a taste of what you’ll be doing for Shin-Ra from now on. You see, if you introduce certain materia into the mako, it can alter the body. It also leaves the mind malleable. While you were sleeping in the pod, I was introducing little suggestions, while the mako drained you of all your useful knowledge.”
The doctor held up a glass tube, containing several purple materia. Jessie was too distracted to bother counting them. “That little squiggle I showed you was the plans for that bomb you used to blow up the sector one reactor. But since all your explosives expertise is in this little ball of knowledge, you couldn’t tell it apart from an ink blot. You are a perfect example of my theory.”
The words echoed dimly in Jessie’s mind. Sector 1 reactor? Did she blow that up? That was bad. She should be punished for being bad.
“So, little slum whore, we get to what to do with you now. All the damage you’ve done should be repaid. You should work it off. And I think you know how. But you aren’t quite ready yet for use. What do you think about that?”
Suddenly, Jessie could speak. She wanted to rebut Doctor Wenham, make some outcry about Shin-Ra. But Shin-Ra was good, and she was the bad girl, right? The words slipped out of Jessie’s mouth before she thought of them.
“This slum whore will think whatever the doctor wants her to!” Jessie yelled out, her eyes widening at the words. That wasn’t what she intended to say… was it? It must have been. It must have.
“Well, there’s hope for you left. Well, I think you need a better body, so you can earn more money to make up for all the damage you did.” The doctor pulled an anklet out of her pocket, affixing it to Jessie’s leg. It contained a digital display, and what seemed to be several pinkish materia that had been welded in place. To Jessie, it felt good.
And then, the doctor stepped over her, straddling her back. “Like bigger breasts, for one thing.” Doctor Wenham pulled a small table over to her, taking a syringe and injecting into Jessie, again roughly. The noise Jessie let out this time was less a yelp of pain, and more a squeal of pleasure.
“You like that, don’t you slum whore?” The doctor growled, and Jessie just nodded enthusiastically. Of course she liked it. The doctor told her to like it. She felt her body rearrange itself, and her breasts began to grow from a b-cup, swelling to what seemed like an overly bouncy pair of double-ds.
“Look! They’re like that… that… bar woman from the slums?” Jessie tried to remember, but she couldn’t. The look of confusion wasn’t missed by the doctor.
“Oh, that? We got the information on all your AVALANCHE friends from your head too. I just decided you didn’t need to be able to remember your little terrorist cell. You might have tried to call them for help if any of them survived. This way, we know, and you don’t. Isn’t that better?”
The doctor took another needle, this time injecting into Jessie’s rear, eliciting another squeal as her rear started to fill out, a larger and finer ass than she could have ever managed on her own. Jessie felt her hips widen, her thighs thicken a little, as her body became more… fuckable, was the word that came to mind. Her mind was so focused on that she didn’t notice the patches that the doctor was adding to her body.
Half an hour later, Jessie was finished. The doctor got off her back, and looked her over. “Stand up, slum whore, and turn yourself around.”
The view Jessie gave the doctor was more than flattering, making sure every inch of her body was on display. In various places on her body, there were barcodes from the patches the doctor had added. Her right cheek, left buttock, left tit and right above her cunt all bore the black stripes. On her back was a tramp stamp of the Shin-Ra logo. Across her shoulder blades, where one might print ‘staff’ on an employee t-shirt, was a tattoo that read ‘Morale Improvement Officer’. Doctor Wenham’s smile turned down right predatory.
“Alright slum whore, get into the elevator. Let’s put you to work.”

Jessie looked around the 64^th floor recreation area. Her anklet had been chained to a post with a sign, and left there. Above her was an LED screen with what looked like a counter, and attached to a wall was a barcode scanner, along with a slot for taking money or cards. The doctor had left, and clarity had started to come back. But despite her attempts to cover herself up, she could pull her arms over her new breasts in any meaningful way.
But what was inexplicably worse, was the fact that all these people were milling around and not one was using her like the slum whore she was. She was right there, on display, and no one had so much as looked at her, groped her, or even slapped a dick in her face. She wasn’t sure how the lack of that was worse, but it was. Oh how it was.
And then, like a voice from heaven, the doctor’s voice came over the PA system. “Attention all personnel, staff may now take advantage of the new recreational facility on the 64^th floor. Please make use of our new ‘morale officer’ as you see fight, just be sure to scan and pay for what you use. All proceeds go to the fund to rebuild Sector 7.”
It was then that Jessie felt a male hand roughly grab her face, and the red light of the scanner ran over her cheek. And when the scanner beeped, she smiled, leaned forward, and took the zipper of the man’s fly in her teeth, and pulled it down. Wow, she thought. I must be good at this.
She opened her mouth wide, and took the man’s cock in without the slightest difficulty. It’s not like his package was anything to write home about, but she still sucked expertly and hungrily, like she had been doing it all her life. Which was odd, given she hadn’t really been with a man before today.
It wasn’t long before it was over, the man’s seed spraying down her throat, Jessie swallowing it and smiling. The signboard dinged. The counter for the fund to rebuild Sector 7 read 10 gil. Jessie blinked. At this rate she’d have to do a lot more to get anywhere. But then she looked past the man, as she gulped down the last of the fluid in her throat, and saw a line forming, male and female, and smiled. She looked up at the man, and gave a genuine smile. “Thank you for your patronage, sir! I hoped you have enjoyed using this slum whore’s mouth! Come again soon!”
And then, she looked at the next person in line. “Next please!”

It seemed that Shin-Ra Corporation ran twenty four hours a day, and that meant so did Jessie. Her hair was stained with cum, and used condoms piled up in a bin to her left- though, Jessie noted, the signed said that they were by no means required- while other toys that needed cleaning were in a bin to her right. She was on all fours, her head under a receptionist’s skirt, while one of the security guys was taking her ass as surprisingly many men had had before. She felt the hot spurt as the man orgasmed, and with some quick tongue work, she finished off the receptionist.
Removing her head from between the woman’s legs, Jessie heard the sound of high heels on tiles, and looked up to see the line dispersing. Was she done already? She looked up at the sign. 9600 gil. She could’ve earned much more than that. Still, she gave her cheery customer service message to her most recent customers, and sat down with a sigh.
And that was when the blonde haired woman in red came up to her and latched a collar and leash around her neck. She’d seen that face on the news. Her name was Scarlet and she was the head of Shin-Ra’s weapons development department. A voice echoed over PA, this one mechanical and automated.
“The morale officer is now closed to the public. She will reopen in three hours.”
The chain from the sign disconnected from the anklet, and Jessie felt a tug on the leash.
“Come.” Was all Scarlet said, and Jessie obeyed. She was walked across the floor, out in the open, and taken to the clear glass elevators that lead to the executive floors. She was a filthy, cum soaked mess on public display, and she had never felt hotter. The elevator ride up to Scarlet’s office was shorter than she might have liked. But Jessie didn’t have time to think on that as Scarlet suddenly grabbed her by the hair and pushed her face first onto a desk.
“So you’re the new little toy that scientist worked on? Well, well. She does good work. I’ll have to see about giving her some funding if she can make the process work on the battlefield.” Scarlet whispered into Jessie’s ear, as she leaned over her, close enough for Jessie to feel Scarlet’s breath. Something about that made Jessie whimper.
And that, it seemed, was the right reaction, as Scarlet let out a laugh that sounded like jackal. “Oh yes, you will be fun.” She said, walking away from Jessie for a moment. It seemed that staying still was Jessie’s best option, but she saw the executive take a riding crop off the wall. Jessie couldn’t help but smile in anticipation, but she gulped for show. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Scarlet light a cigarette as she stood behind her.
“Now bitch, count to a hundred. And if you miss one, we start again.”

It was nearly five hours when Jessie finally returned, crawling on all fours behind Scarlet as she was chained back to the post. Her ass was a uniform red, as were the hand marks around her neck. She felt a bit of drool leak out of her mouth as Scarlet removed the ball gag.
“Well I hope you’ve learnt how to be a good girl now.” Scarlet said seductively, her voice sending a chill down Jessie’s spine. “Otherwise we’ll have to do more when I get back.” Jessie’s eyes widened, at Scarlet’s suggestion. Only one response came to mind.
“Oh no Miss Scarlet, I don’t think I’ve learned anything.” Jessie’s reply came out, with a smile. That earned her a strong slap on her sore ass, and a smile. Jessie was going to look forward to Scarlet coming back. She’d have to be extra bad to make it especially worth it.
Jessie was so off with the fairies that she didn’t notice Doctor Wenham until the red haired woman made her presence known with a cough.
“Seems you’ve taken to your new job rather well, slum whore. Unfortunately for you, I’ve got greener pastures to move on to. It seems you earned me a much needed promotion. Enjoy your new job. Maybe if you work at it enough, you might be worth something after all. But I don’t have to see your face again. I’ve got much more exciting test subjects now.”
Jessie just listened to the doctor’s words, not sure how to respond. Of course she took to her new job. And she was going to work at it. She’s a good morale officer! Or slum whore! Or whatever she was. But she still felt a bit sad. It was the doctor who made her into a good morale officer. As the doctor walked off, she finally spoke up.
“Um… Doctor Wenham? Thank you very much!” She yelled, as the doctor walked out the door.

The doctor gritted her teeth. “Thanking me? Really? That was supposed to be revenge, you stupid AVALANCHE bitch!” She growled under her breath. But Wenham shook her head. It didn’t matter. Thanks to that useless piece of gutter trash, she’d gotten an even better chance. She looked at the new dossier in her hands.
The title page read: ‘Project for Repopulation of the Cetra and Other Endangered Species’
Oh, this would be fun.

(Author’s Note: Okay, a little more graphic than I normally write. Usually I hope to give people just enough for their imagination to provide the scenario they want. A little more bad end than I normally write, but hopefully there’s more of this to come, with different characters. Every chapter will be a bit different, though. Again, hope you enjoyed!)
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