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Barret's Bitches	By : Darkinudemon Category: Final Fantasy Anime > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Barret's Bitches
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Cloud knelt on the cold, hard ground, the metal of his chastity cage pressing uncomfortably against his groin. He watched as the three naked figures of Aerith, Tifa, and Yuffie moved around Barret with a predatory grace that sent shivers down his spine. Their soft giggles filled the clearing, bouncing off the walls and mixing with the rustling of fabric as they slowly peeled away his clothes.

Aerith, her cheeks flushed and eyes gleaming with mischief, tugged at Barret's shirt. It was a simple garment, worn from years of hard work and the struggle against the megacorporation, but it clung to his broad shoulders like a second skin. As she revealed his muscled chest, her fingers trailed down his torso, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Tifa, ever the tease, unbuckled his belt with a dramatic flourish, her breasts bouncing slightly as she bent down. Yuffie, the youngest and most energetic of the trio, took hold of the waistband of his pants, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Barret, for his part, seemed unfazed by the attention, his eyes locked onto Cloud's as if daring him to look away. Each button that Tifa undid revealed more of his taut stomach, leading down to the bulge in his boxers that grew more prominent with every touch. His breathing grew heavier, and he could feel the anticipation building in the clearing like a storm about to break. The tension was palpable, a living entity that coiled around them all like a serpent waiting to strike.

As the final piece of clothing fell to the ground, Cloud's gaze was drawn to the thick, pulsing erection that stood proudly before him. It was a stark contrast to his own caged and useless member, and he felt a twinge of envy. Aerith took the lead, wrapping her delicate fingers around the base of Barret's shaft, eliciting a low groan from the man. Tifa and Yuffie joined in, their mouths eagerly exploring his body as if they were worshipping a god. Cloud's mouth watered, not just from the sight before him, but from the knowledge of his impending role in their nightly ritual.

Tifa and Aerith took turns, their lips sliding over the velvety skin of Barret's cock, their tongues swirling around the swollen head. They worked in harmony, a symphony of lustful sounds that filled the air. Their eyes never left Cloud's as they pleasured the man, ensuring he felt every ounce of his humiliation. Meanwhile, Yuffie had moved around to the back, her nimble fingers spreading Barret's powerful thighs apart. With a wicked grin, she buried her face into the crevice of his ass, her tongue darting out to trace the sensitive ring of his anus.

Barret's body jerked at the unexpected sensation, but he made no move to stop her. Instead, he grabbed a fistful of Tifa's hair, guiding her mouth down further, her eyes watering as she took him deeper. Aerith watched with rapt attention, her own desires reflected in her gaze as she stroked the base of his shaft with a firm, steady grip. The clearing was a cacophony of wet, sloppy sounds as the three of them worked together to bring him closer to the edge.

Yuffie's tongue grew more insistent, pushing into Barret's ass with a hunger that seemed almost feral. His moans grew louder, his hips bucking against the onslaught of pleasure. Tifa took this as a sign to speed up, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin as she bobbed her head faster and faster. Aerith, not to be outdone, took a moment to suckle on his heavy balls, her cheeks hollowing out as she drew them into her mouth. The sight was almost too much for Cloud to handle, his own breathing becoming ragged as he watched, his chastity cage a constant, painful reminder of his place.

With a sudden, violent jerk, Barret pulled away from Tifa's mouth, his cock glistening with her saliva. He spun around, grabbing Aerith by the hair and pushing her down onto her knees. "Your turn," he rumbled, his voice thick with lust. Aerith's eyes widened slightly as she looked up at him, but she made no protest, instead eagerly taking his cock into her mouth. She gagged, her throat stretching around his impressive girth as she attempted to take him deeper.

Tifa stepped aside, her chest heaving, a smug smile playing on her lips as she watched Aerith struggle. The young flower girl had always been eager to please, and the sight of her doing so now was a delicious reminder of who was truly in control. Meanwhile, Yuffie had moved around to the front, her eyes never leaving Cloud's as she began to stroke Barret's cock in time with Aerith's bobbing head. Her grin was malicious, enjoying the way his gaze was glued to the scene unfolding before him.

The clearing was a symphony of lewd sounds, the wet slurps of Aerith's mouth, the heavy panting of Barret's breaths, and the slap of Yuffie's hand against his shaft. But amidst all this, there was a moment of silence, a pause in the storm, and that's when Tifa decided to make her next move. She slid her hand down the smooth plane of her stomach, her fingers disappearing beneath the nude flesh of her mound.

Her eyes were closed, lost in the sensation, when she felt the weight of Barret's hand on her shoulder. He spun her around, and she looked up at him, surprised but not deterred. His eyes burned with a fiery intensity that made her core throb with need. "You wanna play, Tifa?" he growled, his voice a mix of amusement and challenge. "Fine. Get down there and clean up what's left of Yuffie's mess."

Without missing a beat, Tifa dropped to her knees behind the man, her heart racing. She knew the rules - they all did really - she wasn't allowed to pleasure herself without permission, but the thrill of being caught, the delicious taste of rebellion, had driven her to this point. And now, as she stared into the depths of Barret's still-moist ass, she realized that she didn't care about the rules anymore. This was what she wanted, what she needed.

Her tongue darted out, tracing the same path Yuffie had taken just moments before. She felt the muscles of his ass clench around her face, a silent protest that only served to fuel her desire.

Yuffie watched as Tifa demonstrated her skills. They were all accomplished in the art of pleasuring men in every way possible, and the sight of her tongue delving into his tight hole was no exception. It was a dance they had all performed countless times before, each of them eager to outdo the others, to show Cloud just how much they enjoyed their nightly ritual.

With nothing better to do and an overwhelming need to participate, Yuffie glided behind Aerith, her hands gliding over the soft, warm flesh of her body. Her touch was light, teasing at first, as she traced the contours of the girl's slender frame. Aerith's eyes remained fixed on the cock in her mouth, her cheeks hollowed out with the effort of deep-throating the thick shaft, but her breathing hitched as she felt Yuffie's hands on her. The young ninja's nimble fingers found their way to her breasts, kneading them with a gentle firmness that made her nipples pebble.

The sensation was exquisite, and Aerith's eyes fluttered shut for a moment, lost in the feeling of Yuffie's touch. Yuffie's other hand slipped down further, her fingertips dancing over Aerith's wet folds, finding the sensitive bud of her clit. She pinched it lightly, watching with glee as Aerith's mouth tightened around Barret's cock, her cheeks reddening with the effort to muffle her gasps. The sound of skin on skin filled the air, a rhythmic symphony of pleasure that was music to Yuffie's ears. She grew bolder, her pinches growing more insistent, her touch more demanding.

Aerith's eyes widened as she felt the first waves of climax building, her body tightening like a coiled spring. She knew what was coming and she couldn't hold it back. With a muffled scream, she released, her hips bucking as she sprayed female ejaculate all over Barret's large black feet and the cold, unforgiving ground. The sight was mesmerizing, a testament to the power of a woman's release, and for a moment, Cloud forgot his own plight as he watched the spectacle before him.

Barret's hand tightened in Aerith's hair as he reached the pinnacle of his pleasure. With a roar that shook the clearing, he released his hot, sticky seed into her mouth. Aerith's eyes watered as she felt the warmth fill her, but she didn't swallow. Instead, she pulled back, her mouth still full, and turned to Yuffie, her eyes sparkling with excitement. The young ninja's eyes grew wide with anticipation, and she leaned in, her tongue darting out to meet Aerith's.

Their lips met in a passionate kiss, the salty taste of Barret's cum mixing with the sweetness of their own desire. They swirled their tongues around each other, sharing the essence of their dominator's release as if it were a sacred communion. Cloud watched, his own arousal trapped and frustrated by the chastity cage that kept him from joining in. His eyes were glued to the erotic sight of the two women, their tongues dancing together in a display of shared pleasure.

Barret's hand reached behind him and grabbed a fistful of Tifa's hair. None too gently, he dragged her away from his ass and back around in front of him. Tilting her head up, he leaned down until he was right in front of her, his breath hot on her face.

"Listen up, bitch," he growled, his voice thick with lust and authority. "I'm getting real tired of you refusing to follow the rules unlike your sister sluts."

Tifa looked up at him, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and arousal. She knew she had crossed a line, but the thrill of defiance was intoxicating. She parted her lips, ready to protest, but the words died in her throat as Barret's hand wrapped around the base of his cock, the head still glistening with the remnants of Aerith's climax. "So here's what's going to happen," he continued, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through her very soul. "Yuffie and Aerith are going to ride me as many times as they want tonight. And you," he leaned down, his hot breath against her ear, "you're going to be a good slut and keep my balls warm with your mouth."

The thought of being denied his cock, of watching the others be filled by him while she could only service his balls, was a fear that gripped Tifa's core. She nodded frantically, her heart racing as she realized just how much power Barret wielded in this twisted game.

"You touch yourself again Tifa and the only cock you'll have for the next month will be the cuck's" Barret's grin grew wider, a cruel glint in his eye as he took in her desperation. He knew how much she craved his cock, how much she needed it to feel complete, and the knowledge of her submission fueled his own desire. He released her hair and sat down on the nearby bed.

With trembling hands, Tifa took her position between his legs, her knees pressing into the plush mattress. She felt the heat radiating from his balls as she leaned in, her cheek brushing against his muscled thigh. She took one into her mouth first, the salty taste of his earlier release still lingering. Her tongue danced around it, savoring the firmness before moving to the next. Her eyes remained locked on his, a silent plea for mercy that he had no intention of granting.

The second ball was more of a challenge, but Tifa's determination was unyielding. She pushed her jaw wider, her eyes watering with the effort as she managed to fit both into her mouth at once. The pressure was intense, the taste overwhelming, but she knew she had no choice. A month of being denied what she truly craved was a fate worse than any other punishment they had ever meted out to her. There was no way she was going to be stuck servicing Cloud's small penis for a whole month.

Barret's eyes never left hers as she worked his balls with her mouth, a smug grin spreading across his face. He knew she was suffering, knew she was desperate for more, but he was going to make her suffer for constantly breaking his rules.

"Aerith," he called, his voice thick with lust, "I want your pretty pink cunt riding my face. Yuffie, you get first crack at my cock."

The girls didn't need to be told twice. Aerith eagerly straddled Barret's head, positioning herself so that her pink, glistening folds of her Cetra pussy hovered just above his waiting mouth. She felt his hot breath against her, the anticipation making her clit throb with need. As she lowered herself down, his tongue darted out, tracing the length of her slit before delving into her warm, wet depths. She moaned, the sound muffled by the sudden influx of sensation as he began to lick and suck at her with fervor. Her juices flowed freely, coating his face in her essence.

Yuffie, on the other hand, faced a more daunting task. She was the smallest of the three, with a youthful pussy that stayed tighter than the rest of the girls with her extra ninja training. She took a deep breath, her hand shaking slightly as she reached for the base of Barret's cock. It was a monster, longer and thicker than any she had ever seen, and she knew how much pain it caused each time it easily pierce her cervix. But the thrill of the challenge, of knowing she could take him, fueled her desire. She straddled his hips, her knees pressing into the bed, and with a look that was half fear and half excitement, she lowered herself onto him.

The head of Barret's cock parted her folds easily, the slickness of her arousal easing the way. She only got a third of the way down before she bottomed out as the head of his cock knocked into her closed cervix. Undeterred, she started bouncing up and down with her full weight, each movement sending a shockwave of painful pleasure through her. Tears of both agony and ecstasy rolled down her cheeks, but she didn't stop, her body instinctively craving more. She watched as Aerith's pussy enveloped Barret's face, her own moans joining the symphony of pleasure.

The first night it had happened, she had been so young, so innocent. The memory of that night was still etched into her mind like a brand. She had been scared, trembling as Aerith and Tifa held her down, their hands like iron shackles keeping her in place. The sight of Barret's cock had been terrifying, a monstrous thing that seemed to have a mind of its own as it approached her trembling pussy. She had begged, pleaded with them to stop, her eyes wide with fear, but they had only laughed. They had called her a slut, a whore, told her that she was born for this.

The girls had whispering soothing lies in her ear about how it would get better, how she'd learn to love it as she was practically raped. Barret’s massive cock splitting her cunt in two as inch after agonizing inch was forced into her small cunt. And she had, in a twisted way. Each night she found herself eager for the pain, for the feeling of being so completely filled. It was a perverse thrill that she couldn't get enough of.

Now, as she bounced on his cock, her tight pussy stretched to its limits, she felt her body respond. Her cervix fluttered open for him, welcoming the invader that sought to fill her womb with his hot, potent seed. Her moans grew louder, the pain giving way to a pleasure that was almost too intense to bear. Her cunt was his, molded to his will, to accept his thickness, his length, his power.

Cloud felt a pang of jealously as he saw the rapture on Yuffie's face. His cock, trapped in the cold, unforgiving metal, begged for release. The sight of her young, tight body taking all of Barret was almost too much to bear. But he knew better than to interrupt their ritual. He knew his place, kneeling on the ground, a mere observer to the carnage of his dignity.

"Tifa," Barret barked at her as he lifted Aerith off his face for a few seconds. "Start rubbing Yuffie's clit and don't stop until I tell you. I want her cunt milking my cock for all it's worth."

As ordered, Tifa's right hand moved with precision and experience, her thumb circling the engorged nub of Yuffie's clit. Yuffie's moans grew louder, her movements more erratic as she rode the edge of pleasure. Aerith, still impaled on Barret's tongue, watched with a mix of envy and excitement. She knew she would be next, but the anticipation was almost too much to handle. Her own hand slipped down to her clit, the need for release growing more urgent with each passing moment.

"Now start rubbing my prostate. Cloud looks hungry and I want Yuffie to have a massive load to feed him." Tifa's other hand reached down as she slid two fingers into Barret's ass and began messaging his prostate.

Barret's hips began to buck, his body responding to the expert ministrations of Tifa's fingers. He groaned into Aerith's pussy, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through her body. She felt the tension building in his thighs, the muscles tensing as he approached his climax.

With a roar that echoed through the clearing, he erupted, his hot cum shooting into Yuffie's tight cunt with the force of a cannon. The sensation was overwhelming, the heat and pressure sending her over the edge. Her own orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave, her pussy clamping down on his thick cock.

Yuffie's body went rigid, her moans turning into screams of pure ecstasy as she was filled with Barret's seed. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her body trembled uncontrollably. She felt her own orgasm building, her cunt clenching around the invading cock. Her walls tightened, milking him for every last drop, her juices mixing with his cum to create a slick, sticky mess.

Tifa watched, her own arousal reaching a fever pitch as she felt the tension in Barret's balls release. She knew that her punishment had only begun, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of fear and excitement. Her hand moved faster, her thumb working in a frantic circle against Yuffie's clit and Barret's prostate as his anal muscles spasm around her fingers. She hoped, desperately, that the longer she could prolong their orgasms, the shorter her punishment would be.

The sound of wetness filled the air as Yuffie pulled herself off of Barret's cock, her pussy making a lewd sucking noise. Her young, tight hole was stretched and gaped, a testament to the size of the man she had just ridden. She looked down at Cloud, her eyes glazed over with lust. With a grace that belied the depravity of the act, she cupped her pussy, the overflow of cum and juices spilling over her small hand.

Her legs wobbled as she made her way over to Cloud, who had without prompting already rolled over on his back, placing his arms behind him. The metal chastity cage around his groin was a stark reminder of his subservience, a constant source of frustration and humiliation. Yuffie hovered over him, her hand still cupped between her legs, her breathing heavy with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

The contrast between the fierce warrior she knew he was and the cuckold before her was jarring. He had fought alongside them, bled for them, and yet here he was, reduced to nothing more than a living sex toy for their amusement. Yet, even in this degrading role, there was something about his submission that she found strangely alluring. It was a power dynamic she had never encountered before, one that filled her with a sense of control she hadn't known she craved.

With a wicked smile, she straddled his chest, the warmth of her cunt just inches from his face. "Open up," she ordered, her voice filled with the sweetness of victory. Cloud's eyes, filled with a mix of anger and arousal, met hers. He knew what was coming, what he was forced to do every night, but the humiliation never lessened. With a gag, he parted his lips, and Yuffie lowered herself down, her pussy enveloping his face.

The scent of sex and sweat filled his nostrils as he felt the hot, sticky mess of Barret's cum and her own juices spill onto his tongue. He began to clean her out, his tongue lapping up the mess with a desperation that was both disgusting and erotic. He couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pleasure at the thought of consuming the very essence of the man who had stolen everything from him. Each stroke of his tongue sent a shiver down his spine, a reminder of his own trapped, useless cock beneath the unforgiving metal.

Yuffie's thighs tightened around his head as he worked, her breath hitching in pleasure as she felt the pressure build once more. She knew the taste of her own cum was nothing new to him, but the addition of Barret's thick black seed was a constant reminder of who she belonged to, who they all did. Yet, she couldn't help but revel in the feeling of his mouth on her, the way he eagerly consumed her, as if he were starving for it.

Her own hand moved down to her clit, her fingers moving in time with Cloud's tongue. The sensation was unbearable, the combination of his skilled mouth and her own touch pushing her closer to another climax. "Harder," she moaned, her voice a breathy whisper. "Fuck, don't stop."

Aerith watched the scene before her with a mix of curiosity and envy. She had always been the one to heal, to mend wounds and soothe hurts, but in this twisted game, she had a new role to play. Slowly, she turned away from the sight of Tifa and Cloud, her eyes settling on Barret's now spent cock. It lay there, thick and veiny, a testament to the power he held over them all. It looked like she'd have to perform some mouth to cock in order to insure it was quickly revived.

Leaning forward from her position on Barret's face, she assumed the classic 69 position before beginning to lap up the mixed releases of Yuffie and Barret with her dainty tongue. The taste was familiar, yet somehow foreign on her lips, a cocktail of salty and sweet that filled her mouth with each swipe. She felt his cock twitch against her tongue, a sign that he was already starting to recover from the intense release she had just witnessed.

Her eyes fell to Tifa, who was laying on the ground on the ground, her mouth still wrapped around Barret's balls, her face a picture of resentful obedience. Giving her a smirk of triumph, Aerith took the head of his cock into her mouth. She knew how much this act of submission must be killing the proud warrior, but she also knew that Tifa understood the rules of their twisted game yet continued to break them. She knew that eventually Tifa would push Barret to far and she’d be punished for real. Unfortunately for Tifa, tonight was looking more and more like that night.

With a sense of victory, Aerith swallowed Barret’s cock whole, feeling it pulse and thicken with every inch that disappeared down her throat. She had always had a talent for deep-throating and she used it to her advantage now, her cheeks hollowing as she took him all the way to the base. Tifa's eyes watched with envy as Aerith's head bobbed up and down, her throat taking him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Her nose even briefly brushed against Tifa's as she worked, the scent of their combined arousal mingling in the air. She could feel Tifa's breath against her face, the heat from her exhalations adding to the intensity of the moment.

Barret's hand gripped her hip before pulling her back against his face. There he held her in place as he devoured her, his tongue delving into her folds with a hunger that was almost animalistic. She moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine.

Sensing her impending climax, his hand snaked around her body, his rough fingertips grazing the sensitive flesh of her ass. Without warning, he pushed a single, thick finger inside her tight, untouched hole. The sudden intrusion made her gasp, her eyes going wide with shock and pleasure. He felt her tighten around him, her muscles clenching around his invading digit as she squirmed in his grasp as she came explosively.

Her orgasm was intense, the kind that made her entire body spasm and squirt like a fountain. Her femcum shot out of her pussy, drenching Barret's face as he eagerly lapped at her folds. Not only was the prim and proper Centra an expert cock sucker, but she was also an anal slut. Any anal play during orgasms led her to squirt and this time was no different. The feeling of his finger deep in her ass only added to the sensation, sending her over the edge once more.

Barret took a moment to savor the taste of her, his tongue swirling around her clit before finally letting her pull away. He sat up, wiping the excess cum from his mouth with the back of his hand, his grin wicked as he looked down at her. "Think you got another squirt in you?" he asked, his voice low and filled with a hint of a challenge.

Aerith's eyes narrowed with determination. "For you, daddy," she purred, her voice thick with lust, "always."

Barret's cock was already hard again, a testament to his insatiable appetite. "Good," he said, his voice a gruff rumble. "Now, fuck your ass on my cock. Give Tifa a shower she'll never forget. Afterwards, I'll give your needed cunt a serving of cum it so desperatly wants."

"Of course, daddy!" Aerith eagerly complied, her body moving with a grace that belied the depravity of the act. She took a moment to adjust her position, her legs straddling his waist, her ass hovering over his thick, pulsing member. With a deep breath, she leaned forward, her hands braced against the ground as she lowered herself onto him. The head of his cock breached her tight sphincter, and she gritted her teeth, the pain momentarily overwhelming.

With one firm thrust, she dropped her entire weight, her sphincter stretching to accommodate his thickness. The pain was sharp, making her eyes water, but she didn't stop. Driven by a mix of fear and desire, her body moved of its own accord to accept his cock, just like the good Centra slut she had been trained to be. She could feel the muscles of her ass clench around him as she took him deeper.

Aerith's hands moved to her clit, her slender fingers working it with the same ferocity as her mouth had worked his cock earlier. She knew what her body needed to get to that sweet spot of climax. She didn't bother to stroke his shaft, instead focusing all her attention on her own pleasure. It was a selfish act, one that was not lost on Tifa, who watched with a mix of envy and anger.

Her own orgasm was building, a slow burn deep in her core. She could feel it, the coil tightening with each slight movement of Barret's cock into her ass. The friction was intense, the pain a delicious agony that she had come to crave. Her hand moved faster, her fingers moving in a blur as they danced over her clit. Her moans grew louder, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

And then, just as she was on the precipice, she did it. She spread her pussy lips with her other hand, exposing herself to Tifa's hungry gaze. The anticipation was unbearable, the pressure inside her threatening to break her apart. With a final, desperate push, she came, her body shuddering as a powerful jet of femcum shot out, spraying Tifa's face and hair. The warmth of it hit her like a surprise shower, and the look of shock and disgust on the other woman's face only served to fuel her own pleasure.

Aerith wasn’t one to ever think about chasing her own pleasure. She still remembered the first time she been instructed to give such a shower. At the time she’d been embarrassed beyond belief when Barret had instructed her to shower Cloud. Now she knew that moments such as this where she was allowed to indulge were rare and to be cherished.

"Good girl." Barret’s praise echoed in the clearing, a dark symphony of pleasure and power that only served to make her feel more like a whore. But she liked it, the way it made her feel alive. The way it made her feel like she was truly pleasing him.

Now it was time for Aerith's pussy to be fed. With a graceful spin worthy of a ballclearing dance, she twisted her body 180 degrees, her legs still straddling Barret's waist. She lined up her sensitive cunt with the thick, slick pole of his cock, and without a moment of hesitation, she dropped down, taking him all the way to the hilt. Incedently, her fat ass smacked into Tifa's wet forehead, leaving a sticky, cum-covered imprint. Tifa's eyes fluttered open, a mix of annoyance and arousal swirling within them.

Aerith didn’t miss a beat, her pussy enveloping him with a wet, welcoming embrace. Her breasts, heavy and full, bounced with each bounce, smacking into his chest with a sound that was both erotic and obscene. Her eyes never left his as she began to ride him with a passion that was both fierce and unbridled. Her kiss was desperate, her tongue seeking his, their mouths moving in a silent conversation of desire and dominance.

Barret’s hand found her hip, his fingers digging in as he guided her movements, setting a rhythm that had her pussy gripping him like a vice. The feeling of her velvety walls tightening around him was intoxicating, each movement of her hips driving him closer to the edge. He knew that she was holding back, waiting for his permission like a good little slut.

Aerith's eyes searched his, seeking the approval she craved. His grip tightened, his thumb tracing lazy circles on her clit as he watched her struggle to maintain eye contact. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and he knew she was close. He smirked, enjoying the power he held over her.

"Look at me," he ordered, his voice like a whip crack. Aerith's eyes snapped to his, the need in her gaze unmistakable. "Tell me what you want."

Her voice was a whisper, almost lost in the cacophony of their passion. "I...I want you to fuck me like you mean it," she begged, her eyes searching his for understanding. "Like I'm the only one who matters."

Barret's grin softened, his eyes locking onto hers with a fierce tenderness that took her by surprise. He knew that Aerith was different, that her soul craved a deeper connection, even in the throes of their depraved ritual. He pulled her closer, his cock still buried deep within her, and kissed her gently, his tongue exploring the warm cavern of her mouth with a tenderness that was almost gentle.

Tifa watched the intimate moment with a twist in her stomach. Despite the anger and resentment she felt, she couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at the ease with which Barret had taken Aerith's heart.

But the moment was short-lived as Barret's grip on Aerith's hip tightened. "Take my cock like it's the last thing you'll ever taste," he growled, his voice a harsh contrast to the gentle kiss they had shared.

Her eyes widened with a mix of fear and excitement as he began to thrust up into her, his cock moving with a brutal rhythm that made her breasts bounce and her pussy clench around him. She felt like she was being split in two, the pleasure and pain melding into a symphony of sensation that was almost too much to handle. Her moans grew louder, filling the clearing with the sound of their depraved mating.

"Tifa!" Barret barked out. "Make you self useful again and finger out asses."

With a renewed sense of purpose, Tifa's eyes snapped to attention, the sticky mess on her face and the ache in her jaw forgotten. She watched as Aerith's pussy bounced on Barret's cock, her own need for release growing more desperate by the second. She knew what was expected of her, and she didn't hesitate.

Her hand shot up, her slender fingers easily slipping into the warm, welcoming hole between Aerith's ass cheeks. She felt the head of Barret's cock pulsing within the tight embrace of Aerith's pussy, and she knew exactly where to aim. With a feral grin, she began messaging Barret’s thick cock thru the fleshy barrier separating Aerith’s ass and cunt.

Aerith's eyes popped wide open, her pupils dilating as she felt the new sensation. Her moans grew louder, her body responding to the double penetration with a desperation that was palpable. She threw her head back, her long, red hair cascading down her back as she rode him harder, her pussy gripping him like a glove.

Once more the fingers of Tifa's other hand worked Barret's prostate with a frenzied pace while simultaneously keeping her other hand buried deep in Aerith's ass, fingering her tight hole with a purposeful intensity. She could feel the muscles of Barret's cock tighten around her digits, a sign that he was close to cumming again.

And with a feminine moan that was almost a scream, Aerith climaxed once more. Her body tightened around him, her pussy squeezing his cock like a vice as she came with a force that left her trembling. The orgasm hit her like a bolt of lightning, a blinding flash of pleasure that left her gasping for breath.

But even as she came, Barret's own climax washed over him. His cock swelled inside her, his balls tightening before releasing their hot, sticky load. He roared with pleasure, his hips bucking as he filled her ass with his cum. At the same time, he shoved his tongue into her mouth, forcing her to suck on it as if it were his cock.

Their kiss was a battle for dominance, a silent scream of need and power. Aerith felt the warmth of his cum spurt deep inside her, filling her up in a way she never thought possible. Her own orgasm seemed to go on forever, her body convulsing around him, her cunt clenching and unclenching in a desperate attempt to milk him dry.

But as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. With a final, gentle thrust, Barret pulled out of her, his cock glistening with their combined juices. He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs tracing her cheekbones as he stared into her eyes. The look on his face was one of pure satisfaction, his eyes gleaming with a dark hunger that had yet to be fully satiated.

Giving her one last lingering kiss, he prompted her to go feed Cloud with a quick swat to the ass. The sting made Aerith's cheeks flush with both embarrassment and arousal. She knew what was expected of her, and she moved without protest, sliding off his cock with a wet pop. At the same time Barret called Yuffie back over so Cloud's face would be free for Aerith to sit on.

Aerith, catching her breath, turned to see Cloud still in the chastity cage, his face and neck sticky with a mix of cum and sweat. She sauntered over, her breasts bouncing with each step. The sight of him, so utterly powerless and humiliated, only served to stoke the fires of her desire. Her own cunt was still quivering from the intense fucking she'd just received, and the thought of watching him clean up the messes Barret made was a twisted turn-on that she never knew she had before losing her virginity.

Gently, almost tenderly, she settled herself onto Cloud's face, feeling his nose brush up against her asshole as his diligent tongue went to work. Nor for the first time she wondered if this would had still happened had she been with Zack. Would the black-haired Soldier have fought tooth and nail to keep her for himself, or would he have turned out just as Cloud had and been locked up in his own tiny cock cage while Barret bred her every night? The thought of Zack in Cloud’s place caused a full body shudder to travel through her body.

Yuffie watched for a moment as Aerith took her place on Cloud's face before quickly making her way to Barret's side. She then began cleaning his cock just as Aerith had cleaned him after the dicking she'd received.

The entire time she cleaned Barret’s cock, Yuffie's eyes stared into Tifa's with glee. The anger that had been brewing in the brunette's gaze was only increasing by the moment as Tifa thought that it should have finally been her turn. Yet here she was, left to watch as another woman took what she felt was rightfully hers.

Barret's eyes never left Tifa’s as he took his cock from Yuffie’s mouth. "Looks like someone’s feeling left out," he taunted, his grin growing wider with every second. It seemed to everyone that Tifa hadn't learned her lesson yet, some Barret would soon rectify. His cock no cleaned and hard one again, he finally pulled his balls out of Tifa's mouth before ordering her to go kneel next to Cloud.

The brunette looked up at him with a mix of anger and resentment, but she knew better than to disobey. With a huff she moved to Cloud's side, her knees hitting the ground with a dull thud. The clearing was thick with the scent of sex and the sound of Aerith's moans filled the air as Cloud cleaned her pussy with his mouth.

Barret ordered Aerith to remove Cloud's cock cage, something she did without question. Taking the key from the chain around her neck, Aeith reached down and unlocked the chastity device. As the cage was unlocked and came free, she took a brief moment to feel a pang of pity for him.

Aerith was a Cetra after all and was naturally empathic to the pain and suffering of others. Knowing that Cloud’s reason for his punishment was for nothing other than that he was an inferior male. But that feeling was quickly replaced by one of dark satisfaction. She knew that his destiny now was to serve as their cumdumpster. That is why she carried his key, and also why she’d never free him without express permission from Barret.

Barret then kneeled between Cloud’s spread legs and beckoned to get behind him and to start jerking his cock. As with Aerith, she followed his orders without question, pressing her small breasts into his back as her small hands reached around his wide hips before gently taking hold of his massive cock and began stroking it.

While Yuffie worked his cock, Barret addressed Tifa, "You still don't get it do you. This is a punishment, and you've yet to prove to me that you deserve it to end." He took a moment to grab a fist full of hair before turning her head to look directly at him. "You thought this load was for you and in a way you're right, but the only way you're going to get it is by cleaning it off of Cloud's cock."

Tifa's eyes went wide with shock and anger, but she knew better than to argue with the man holding all the cards. Her mind raced as she tried to figure out what she had done wrong. It had been her idea after all to turn Cloud into a cuck and then lock his cock up.

But now, as she stared at Cloud's shriveled member, she couldn't help but feel a mix of disgust and a strange kind of satisfaction. He had always been so proud of his size, and now it was nothing more than a pathetic, useless thing, just like him.

Cloud’s member had already shrunken from a respectable seven inches down to barely three. Coincidentally, the same maximum size as his current cage. Tifa vindictively made a mental note to get him a smaller one first chance she gets. Maybe even try to convince Barret to have him castrated.

Barret didn’t even attempt to hold himself back from an orgasm as Yuffie worked his cock. The young ninja’s skilled hands had learned just how to manipulate him, and she took great pleasure in watching his body tense up as he approached climax. She could feel his cock pulse in her grip, and she knew she had him right where she wanted him.

With a grunt that was almost a roar, Barret shot his load, his cum spraying out in thick ropes that coated Cloud’s shrunken cock and balls. The sight of it was almost comical, a stark reminder of the power dynamics that had shifted so dramatically in the clearing. Yuffie's eyes never left Tifa’s as she continued to jerk him off, her movements becoming more aggressive as the last of his cum spurted out, painting Cloud’s genitals in a sticky white mess. Spending and wasting the seed that should have filled Tifa's cunt.

Barret leaned back, his breathing ragged as he looked down at the pathetic sight before him. "Now Cloud," he said, his voice filled with a dark amusement, "rub my superior black seed into your genitals."

Cloud let out an acknowledgement from beneath Aerith. His hands moved to his crotch, his fingers sliding through the sticky mess that coated him. He could feel the warmth of Barret's cum, the proof of his inferiority. His hands moved with a practiced ease as he spread it over his shrunken cock and balls, working the potent mixture into his flesh. It was a strange sort of intimacy, a reminder of his place in their twisted little world. Each stroke served as a silent apology, a declaration of his inferiority.

"That's enough," Barret ordered, not wanting Cloud to cum. "Tifa," he turned to her lick his cock and balls clean."

The sight was almost too much for Tifa to handle. Here she was, the strong, independent woman who had fought alongside them, being reduced to a mere spectator, forced to watch as Aerith and Yuffie served as the receptacles for Barret's lust. Yet, she knew that she had brought this upon herself with her actions.

Before she even had a chance to act, Aerith grabbed Cloud's hands and began licking them clean of Barret's cum. Her eyes closed in pleasure, savoring the taste of the man who had claimed them all. It was a silent declaration of her submission, her acceptance of their twisted roles.

Tifa’s face a mask of anger and defeat. She knew what was coming, and she couldn’t stop the tremble that went through her body. She took a deep breath and leaned over, her mouth hovering over Cloud’s trapped cock. With a swift nod from Barret, she began to suck him off, her cheeks hollowing out as she took him in as deep as she could.

The taste of Barret’s seed was strong, a bitter reminder of her failure to please him properly. But she couldn’t let that stop her. Her mouth and tongue worked over Cloud’s little white cock, cleaning away the Barret's cum and grime that had built up over weeks of being caged. It was a humiliating task, one that she never thought she’d perform. But here she was, servicing Cloud’s shrunken member like it was the most important thing in the world.

"Good girl," Barret said in praise. "But don't let him cum or you'll fail." Further instruction given, Tifa backed off the strength of her blow job and instead focus solely on cleaning Cloud.

Her movements grew more deliberate, her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock one last time before descending to clean his balls. Each stroke was calculated, each lick a silent apology for her earlier actions. Not to Cloud of course, but to Barret. She knew that she had to do this, to clean him thoroughly, to show Barret that she understood her place. And so she continued, her jaw aching, her pride shattered as she worked to clean him off.

When she was done, she looked up at Barret, her eyes filled with a mix of anger and defeat. She had hoped that this would be the end of it, that she would be allowed to retreat to the safety of the shadows and lick her wounds. But she knew that was not to be. He was a man who reveled in her suffering, who took pleasure in her pain. He was not one to let things go easily.

Barret’s eyes bore into hers, a challenge that she could not refuse. "One last task and your done," he said, a smug smile playing on his lips. "All you have to do is orgasm from Cloud's cock."

Tifa's heart sank. She knew it was a futile request. She had made sure of it, after all. Ever since they had started this sick ritual, she had been sabotaging Cloud’s ability to satisfy her, making sure that she never climaxed from his touch. It was a twisted form of protection, a way to keep her dignity intact in this hellish game of domination and submission.

But as she looked down at Cloud's small, pathetic cock, she couldn’t help but feel a growing anger towards him. It wasn’t his fault, but in her mind he suddenly suddenly jumped past Shinra and Sephiroth ro became enemy number one. She resented the way he laid there, so passive and obedient, allowing himself to be used like a mere toy. It wasn’t his fault, she knew that, but the sight of him like this, so defeated, was like salt in an open wound.

But now, she had no choice. With a snarl that was more animalistic than human, she straddled Cloud's lap, her own arousal mixing with the anger that burned in her eyes. She took his shriveled cock in her hand, her thumb brushing over the tip as she positioned it at her entrance. The irony wasn't lost on her; she once tried to become his girlfriend, giving him her virginity the night before he left Nibelheim. Now she was fighting to orgasm from the very thing she’d intentionally attempted to destroy when he’d still left.

With a swift movement, she impaled herself on him, his small member sliding into her easily despite his lack of girth. Her pussy had been stretched and filled by Barret’s monstrous cock so many times now that Cloud’s barely registered. She had to clench her muscles tightly to feel anything at all. But she had to do this. For Barret. For herself. For the power that had become so intoxicating in this twisted game of sexual dominance.

Her hips began to move, riding Cloud with a ferocity that surprised even herself. She had never felt such anger and resentment during sex, and it fueled her movements, made her want to fuck him until he was nothing but a withered husk beneath her. Yet, she knew she had to make it seem like she was enjoying herself, had to play the part of the eager slut for Barret's amusement.

But it was all for naught as a few moments later Cloud orgasmed, shooting a small, pathetic load into her cunt. His whole body tensed up before going limp, his cock barely twitching as he emptied himself into her. It was a sad, pitiful sight, and Tifa couldn’t help but feel a twinge of satisfaction at his failure.

Her own orgasm remained elusive, a taunting specter that hovered just out of reach. She could feel the frustration building inside her, a pressure that threatened to boil over at any moment. But she knew she had to keep going, to put on a good show for Barret.

Tifa's hips moved with a desperation that was almost painful to watch. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she tried to focus on the sensation of Cloud's cock inside her, willing herself to climax. But it was no use. The anger and bitterness she felt washed away any semblance of pleasure, leaving her feeling empty and used.

Tifa's frantic eyes turned to Barret, begging him to end her punishment. Barret leaned back, a smug grin playing on his lips as he watched her desperate attempts. He knew she wouldn't cum from Cloud's cock, not after the way she'd treated him, the way she'd made sure he couldn't satisfy her. But that was the beauty of the game, the cruel twist of the knife that kept her coming back for more. "Sorry Tifa, until you cum from his cock you're not getting mine." Both knew Cloud was most likely spent for the rest of the night.

Her anger boiled over, and she knew what she had to do. Her hands wrapped around Cloud's shrunken balls, squeezing them tightly as she rode him, trying to force some kind of response from his pitiful cock. She had gone from being the one in control to the one begging for a scrap of power, and she hated herself for it. Yet, the hatred only made her more determined. She had to climax, not for Cloud, not for Aerith, not for Yuffie, but for Barret. His approval was the only thing that mattered now.

Still nothing.

Aerith watched the spectacle with a mix of pity and satisfaction. She knew the feeling of being denied by Barret, but she also knew the joy of pleasing him. The thought of Tifa experiencing the same rejection she once had was strangely thrilling. She licked her lips, tasting the remnants of Barret's cum on her skin. It was a reminder of her place in this new order, and she reveled in it.

Tifa's desperation grew with every passing second, her body a taut bowstring that refused to release its tension. The clearing was silent except for the sound of her harsh breaths and Cloud's quiet whimpers beneath her. Aerith and Yuffie watched with a mix of pity and excitement, knowing that Tifa's punishment was far from over.

There was no doubt in her mind now, Cloud was going to be painfully castrated for this if it was the last thing she did.

Barret’s words hung in the air like a dark promise, a reminder of the twisted path they were all on. "Whelp girls," he said, his voice a gruff growl of satisfaction as he eyed them both with a glint in his eyes, "Looks like you both are getting two rounds each for a while." Yuffie looked excited, but Aerith looked thougthful and that was dangerous.

Tifa could feel the beginnings of despair clawing at her as she climbed off Cloud, his cum dripping out of her used cunt. But before she could even think about the implications of Barret’s words, Aerith spoke up, her voice a mix of innocence and calculation. "Daddy, if I give Yuffie one of my turns every night can you knock me up instead?"

The clearing went quiet. Tifa’s eyes narrowed and her hatred skyrocketed at the blatant attempt to curry favor with Barret. 'That bitch...’ Tifa thought to herself. ‘Maybe I should spay her at the same time I castrate Cloud.'

Barret laughed out loud. “Sorry Aerith, but until the war with Shinra is over no one is getting pregnant. But if you were still willing to give your second turn to Yuffie, I’d at least consider knocking you up first.”

Tifa’s eyes went wide as she watched Aerith nod eagerly, her green eyes shimmering with hope. It was all she could do not to scream with rage at the way the situation was unfolding. But she knew better. Barret was the one in control, and she had to play by his rules if she wanted to survive.

"But in the meantime, why don't you lock Cloud back up Aerith. Then you and Tifa can join me in the hot springs."

Aerith gracefully climbed off Cloud's face, her legs shaky from the intense session. She picked up his chastity cage, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she took Cloud's limp cock in her hand and guided it back into the cold metal. Cloud's eyes met hers for a brief moment, and she could see the sadness in them, the understanding of his fate. With a final twist, she locked the cage back in place, sealing away any hope he might have had of pleasure for the night.

Barret stood up, his cock still semi-hard and gleaming with the night's activities. "Come on girls," he said, a glint in his eye. "Let's go wash off in the hot springs." Aerith and Yuffie eagerly followed him, their own cum-covered bodies bobbing with excitement as they walked away. The sound of their laughter and chatter grew faint as they disappeared into the night.

Likewise, Cloud went to the nearby stream for the same purpose.

The camp was eerily quiet as Tifa sat by the fire, the flames casting flickering shadows across her face. The heat was a stark contrast to the cold anger that burned in her soul. Alone she had no choice but to contemplate her continuing punishment.

Red XIII had been watching them from the shadows as he did every night, his golden eyes reflecting the flickering firelight. For weeks he had observed this nightly ritual, a silent spectator to the unfolding drama of power and lust. His curiosity was piqued, but he remained hidden, unsure of how to process what he had witnessed. The sight of his comrades in such a depraved state was disturbing, yet there was an undeniable allure to the raw passion and control that Barret wielded. Something that called to the Alpha in him, yet he knew that he couldn't join less he share Cloud's fate...

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