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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character
      Death
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Compilation_of_Final_Fantasy_VII
  Relationship:
      Sephiroth/Cloud_Strife, Tifa_Lockhart/Cloud_Strife, Aerith_Gainsborough/
      Tifa_Lockhart, Reno/Yuffie_Kisaragi, Zack_Fair/Tifa_Lockhart, Yuffie
      Kisaragi/Cloud_Strife, Yuffie_Kisaragi/Tifa_Lockhart, Tifa_Lockhart/
      Sephiroth
  Character:
      Sephiroth, Reno_(Compilation_of_FFVII), Zack_Fair, Cloud_Strife, Tifa
      Lockhart, Yuffie_Kisaragi, Aerith_Gainsborough
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Dark, Angst_and_Tragedy, Explicit_Sexual_Content,
      Dominance, Mind_Control, Forced_Relationship, Forced_Pregnancy, Abusive
      Relationships, no_happy_ending
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-17 Completed: 2018-03-12 Chapters: 18/18 Words: 25508
****** Twisted(or Breaking Tifa) ******
by Kalta79
Summary
     Sephiroth now rules the world, with Cloud at his side. But not
     everyone is going to stand for that. Based on the first couple
     chapters of my Breaking Cloud story...I did a happy ending with that,
     now I'm doing one where everything doesn't turn out happy by a long
     shot.
  This work was inspired by
      Breaking_Cloud by Kalta79
***** Chapter 1 *****
Sephiroth smiled as Cloud entered his bedchamber, wearing only a collar and
leather pants that exposed his genitals and ass. “Punctual as always.” He
remarked as he put the bell down. It never took Cloud more than three minutes
to respond to its toll, no matter where he was in the castle.
“How may I serve you, my Lord?” Cloud asked.
“Put this on.” Sephiroth tossed a blindfold to Cloud, who caught it
automatically and instantly put it on, even though his golden tan seemed to
lose its luster momentarily.
Cloud held his ground as he heard Sephiroth approach him. The blindfold could
signal pleasure, though more often than not it meant pain for Cloud, but he had
to obey the man. He owed Sephiroth everything…
 
***
 
After the question of his origin had been raised, Sephiroth hid himself in the
basement of the Shinra mansion, and Cloud hesitantly checked on him the next
night. Sephiroth had already half-conditioned Cloud to need his domination the
first night in Nibelheim, and the young man couldn’t leave him, even though
something in him feared Sephiroth.
“What do you want?” the First Class SOLDIER had demanded when he saw Cloud
standing in the doorway of the basement.
“I…I wanted to know if you needed dinner.” Cloud blurted out, even though that
wasn’t quite what he wanted to say.
Sephiroth stared at him for a few moments, making Cloud quite uncomfortable,
before he smiled at the offer as it started nebulous thoughts forming in his
head. “Yes, yes you can serve me by bringing me food and drink.”
“What’s that?” Zack asked when he saw Cloud hurrying to the mansion carrying
something.
“Following orders.” was all Cloud would say.
“You weren’t kidding that you idolized him, were you?” Zack said more to
himself, since Cloud was already entering the mansion. “Well, I’m glad someone
is looking after him.”
“Here you go, sir.” Cloud opened the bag and put the paper plate of food and a
soda can in front of him on the table.
Sephiroth looked at the plate with disgust, but not because the food didn‘t
appeal to him. “Where are my utensils?” he demanded of Cloud.
“Um…I must have forgotten, sir.” Cloud couldn’t believe he didn’t bring any.
“Let me go get some.”
“No, you’re just going to have to feed me.” Sephiroth ordered him. Cloud
obeyed, feeling strange as he sat on Sephiroth‘s lap and fed him, especially
when he felt Sephiroth start to caress him, but he couldn‘t protest, not when
he had screwed up and forgot the utensils, and Sephiroth was still being nice
to him. “Now it’s time for dessert.”
“I didn’t bring any dessert, sir.” Cloud frowned at his second lapse.
Sephiroth laughed. “You didn’t need to.” He took Cloud’s hand and put it down
his pants so he could feel Sephiroth‘s hardness. “See? You’ve pleased me very
well, and you get dessert by pleasing me even more.” He made Cloud get on the
floor as he unfastened his pants. He held the young man’s head steady, and his
obedience despite his obvious reluctance gave Sephiroth as much pleasure as the
actual act itself. “Drink this now.” he handed Cloud the unopened soda can when
he was finished.
 
***
 
The rest of the week passed like that, with Sephiroth researching through the
records in the basement, pausing only for natural functions, which now included
dominating Cloud, mentally and physically. On the sixth night, he held the now
submissive young man in his arms. “You like being with me, don’t you?” he asked
Cloud.
“Yes!” Cloud agreed immediately. “Can we be like this forever?”
“We can…you’ll sit on my right hand, come the day.” Sephiroth assured him.
“Just trust me.“
“I do trust you.“ Cloud didn’t understand what Sephiroth meant about sitting on
his right hand, but he knew he didn’t need to, Sephiroth would explain
everything to Cloud in good time. He snuggled closer to his lover, feeling so
content that Sephiroth would never abandon him.
 
***
It all happened so fast…Cloud woke up the next day and knew something was wrong
when he didn’t see Sephiroth in his usual spot, surrounded by books at the
table. Rushing outside, he was confronted with a blazing inferno. Scared and
confused, he screamed out for Sephiroth, and then heard the townspeople talking
about the reactor, and he ran for it. When he arrived, Tifa was near death and
Zack was almost unconscious. He didn’t know why, but he grabbed Zack’s Buster
sword and stood nervously at the bottom of the stairs. Soon Sephiroth appeared,
carrying Jenova.
“Stop him!” Zack urged the young infantryman.
Having been thoroughly broken into responding to orders, Cloud tightened his
grip on the sword, even though he couldn’t stop trembling as Sephiroth walked
down the stairs, til the point of the sword touched his neck.
“That sword looks good on you. Take it with us.” Sephiroth told him, looking
Cloud straight in the eyes.
“With us?” Cloud was so surprised he loosened his grip on the sword, knowing he
was failing at something by not fighting, but he…he just couldn‘t hurt
Sephiroth.
“I told you, you’re going to sit on my right hand. Follow me.” Sephiroth
ordered him.
“Fight him!” Zack shouted, only to have Sephiroth kick his head, and he passed
out.
“We got what we came for, let’s go.” Sephiroth started walking outside, and
Cloud bowed his head, feeling ill as he stopped by Tifa’s body.
“The girl is important to you? Take her too, we’ll make sure she lives.”
Sephiroth said as he looked back at Cloud.
Cloud’s spirits lifted instantly…Sephiroth hadn’t let him down! He took her top
off to use it as an emergency bandage on her wound where Sephiroth had stabbed
her, then gently lifted her up and carried her outside, no longer a free man,
but truly Sephiroth’s puppet now.
 
***
 
That was why he owed everything to Sephiroth. Over the past four years, he not
only let Zack and Tifa live, as he had reminded Cloud constantly, and he had
trained Cloud to be a skilled warrior, who was given his First Class SOLDIER
status by Sephiroth himself. And now that Sephiroth was ruling the planet, he
had kept his promise of Cloud sitting at his right hand. Cloud had everything
he had ever wanted, plus so much more…letting Sephiroth take him however he
wanted was the least Cloud could do for the man he believed he loved. And as he
felt the first whip lash, he bit back a cry. Sephiroth never wanted to hurt
Cloud after all, he was just too stressed by having to rule the world, that
this was the best way for Sephiroth to feel better. And Cloud always felt so
good for making Sephiroth happy. Soon the whiplashes got to be too much, and
Cloud fell to the floor on his hands and knees, and then Sephiroth knelt behind
him, gripping Cloud’s shoulders as he roughly took him. Cloud now did cry out,
with genuine pleasure, having long ago accepted that he truly enjoyed being
with Sephiroth.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     How Tifa fared after Nibelheim
“Thank you.” Sephiroth told Cloud as he finally sated himself with the young
man. “You still feel just as good as you did the first time…now I feel ready to
deal with that Wutaian delegation.” He got the jar of healing cream off his
nightstand, and gently massaged it into the whip marks on Cloud’s back. It was
also highly anesthetic, so he didn’t feel any pain as Sephiroth tended to him,
only joy that he had served him so well. “Let’s go take care of business.” He
kissed Cloud’s neck and put his royal robe on, which was just a longer thicker
version of his old coat, then headed out the door, leaving Cloud to follow him.
 
***
Tifa watched the Wutaians as they nervously entered the austere throne room,
trying not to look at Jenova, who was now safely ensconced in the wall above
Sephiroth‘s throne. They didn’t realize Tifa was human at first, because she
was standing so still they took her to be just a beautiful statue. Tifa grimly
smiled at their shock when she stepped forward. “Hand out all your weapons.”
she ordered them. Walking past them, she took all the proffered weapons,
pausing in front of a young girl. “I said all of your weapons, little girl.”
Tifa told her menacingly.
“That’s all of them.” the girl retorted defiantly, then found herself bent
over, clutching her stomach from the strong blow Tifa had delivered.
“It’s not nice to lie.” Tifa calmly said as she removed some throwing knives
from the girl’s body, hidden where she had obviously thought no one would dare
look. Double-checking the rest of the Wutaians and finding no more weapons, she
walked over to a door in the back of the throne room.
“How could you, daughter? I allowed you to come with us against my better
judgment, and this is how you repay us?” the Wutaian leader whispered fiercely
at the girl.
“We shouldn’t be paying tribute to them!” the girl fired back. “Are we cowards
or warriors?!”
The long-standing argument between father and daughter stopped when Tifa opened
the door, and moments later Sephiroth walked in, sitting gracefully in his
throne. All the Wutaians bowed, the girl reluctantly following the others.
Cloud walked in right behind him, stopping beside the throne. He was wearing a
dark blue robe to cover himself for the visitors, and he looked rather handsome
in it. “We welcome the House of Kisaragi to Castle Jenova.” Cloud spoke for
Sephiroth. When the Wutaians raised their heads again, they were surprised to
see Cloud perched on Sephiroth’s right knee, with his hand on Cloud’s back.
Tifa knew what they were seeing, and was glad she could focus on the visitors
instead. She felt nothing but disgust at the sight of Cloud as nothing but a
puppet. She hated not only what he had become, but what it made him do to her.
 
***
Four days after Nibelheim
 
Tifa woke up to strange noises, and she recognized Cloud as one of the sources,
and she thought he was in trouble. She felt so weak that she had to let herself
fall out of the bed she was in and crawl to the door where the noises were
coming from. She couldn’t do much to help Cloud in her condition, but she would
try. Managing to fling open the door, Tifa was horrified to see Cloud on all
fours, Sephiroth kneeling behind him, thrusting into Cloud like there was no
tomorrow. The noises were coming from both of them, but Cloud was louder, and
he was clearly enjoying it. Both of them were so lost in their joyous union
that they didn’t even notice she was there. Tifa herself was so stunned to do
anything at first, then she started yelling obscenities at Sephiroth,
exhausting her scant reserve of energy, and she collapsed in the doorway.
“You’ll have to talk to her.” Sephiroth told Cloud as the afterglow faded. “I
can’t tolerate her at the expense of our plan.”
“I understand, sir.” Cloud assured him. “I won’t let you down.”
“I know you won’t.” Sephiroth cupped Cloud’s face in his hands, kissing him
passionately. “You’ll make her join us. You have to.” Sephiroth covered the
rest of his body with kisses, all the while repeating that Cloud had to make
Tifa join them. When he was done, Cloud was convinced he would succeed. He
would prove himself worthy of Sephiroth’s favor. “I won’t let you down!” Cloud
repeating, his eyes shining with total adoration.
Tifa woke up again, finding Cloud changing the dressing on her wound. “What’s
wrong with you?” she demanded of her childhood friend.
“Nothing’s wrong with me. For the first time, everything’s alright.” he replied
with a smile.
Looking at him, Tifa got her first clue that this wasn’t the Cloud she knew,
and despite what he said, something was very wrong with him. His eyes
looked…different. “You’re having sex with the man who destroyed our village and
tried to kill me!” she accused him. “How could that possibly be right?!”
“It’s all Shin-Ra’s fault!” Cloud snapped. “They made him do it! But…he wants
to fix it all. We’ll take down Shin-Ra and make this planet what it was
supposed to be.”
As Tifa listened to Cloud, she had the uncomfortable feeling that she was
really listening to Sephiroth talking through Cloud. “I hate Sephiroth as much
as I hate Shin-Ra!” she blurted out when she couldn’t stand listening to him
anymore.
“Don’t you ever say that about him!” Cloud struck Tifa hard across the face,
then instantly apologized. ”Oh, I’m so sorry, Tifa! I just can’t stand lies
about him. You shouldn’t hate him! Like I said, it’s all Shin-Ra’s fault.
Sephiroth’s the greatest! I couldn’t have saved you without him.” Cloud paused
as his eyes once again shone with absolute adoration of the man. “And…” Cloud
let out a laugh that was almost a giggle. “He’s even going to let us have a
family together. We can start as soon as you’re healed if you want.” Cloud
gently put his hand on her stomach. “You still want kids, don’t you?”
Tifa closed her eyes. “I need to rest now please.” She had to stop Cloud from
talking, she was going to lose it otherwise.
“Of course, you do need to get better so we can all be happy.” Cloud kissed her
cheek and left.
***
It took Tifa nearly a month to recover enough to take care of herself. In the
meantime, she was forced to endure the constant assault on her sanity by
Cloud’s nonstop chatter about the evils of Shin-Ra and the greatness of
Sephiroth while he took care of her. And occasionally she was forced to witness
Cloud and Sephiroth’s sick passion for each other. The only thing that got her
through it was a deep desire to rescue Cloud. He was obviously just under
Sephiroth’s spell. If she could get rid of him, Cloud would be fine.
“I’ll join you.” Tifa said one morning just after they had all finished
breakfast. She was hoping that Shin-Ra and Sephiroth would destroy each other
and she could help Cloud recover himself.
A huge smile broke out on Cloud’s face. “I’d knew you see the light!” He hugged
her. “Now all you have to do is pay homage to him.”
“Homage?” Tifa questioned as Sephiroth came and stood in front of her. “What do
you mean?”
“Show him that you acknowledge him as your leader.” Cloud explained as
Sephiroth opened his fly.
“What?!” Tifa couldn’t believe them. “I’m not…” she stopped when Cloud forced
her to her knees.
“You’re going to be special. I get to be on his right hand, and you get to be
on his left hand. But you have to accept him into you first.” He held her head
straight as Sephiroth opened her mouth and forced himself inside it. Then Cloud
started stroking her hair and telling her how he glad he was for her, and how
wonderful things were going to be now. Tifa felt this had to be a nightmare,
and submitted only because she thought this was a nightmare and she was sure
she would wake up soon. Even so, it was hard to try and please Sephiroth when
she wanted to just bite him clean through to pay him back for what he did to
Cloud. When he came in her mouth, she hadn’t expected so much, and felt so
filthy as he dripped out of the corners of her mouth and soiled her shirt. Tifa
didn’t even realize she had been crying until Cloud started cleaning her up,
telling her that she was definitely special now, having Sephiroth inside her.
Hurrying back to her bedroom, she curled up into a ball, sobbing and shuddering
as she prayed to wake up.
***** Chapter 3 *****
“How are you feeling?” Cloud asked Tifa when she finally came out of her room
for dinner.
“I’m fine.” she lied as she took her place at the table. The thought of
Sephiroth now being inside her made her skin crawl so much she just wanted to
tear it all off.
“Good, then you can practice when we’re done eating.” Sephiroth spoke to her
for the first time.
“Practice?” Tifa repeated the word, feeling a chill come over her.
“You need to work on your homage…he didn‘t feel it was sufficient.” Cloud told
her, almost apologetically. “You had obviously never done it before, so we’re
willing to teach you how to do it right. Then I‘ll have kept my promise to you.
I‘ll be rescuing you again, I helped save your life, now I can rescue you from
a pathetic existence. You and I will be the only ones sitting at the hands of
our new Lord.” Cloud smiled at her.
Tifa lost her appetite listening to Cloud, but she kept eating so they wouldn’t
know she was upset. After she and Cloud cleaned up the dinner table, he took
her by the hand over to the couch where Sephiroth was sitting. Cloud got on his
knees in front of him, opening Sephiroth’s pants.
“You start like this.” Cloud explained, slowly taking Sephiroth in his mouth,
caressing him with his lips until he was fully in Cloud’s mouth. Sephiroth
smiled, then started groaning in pleasure. Tifa turned her head away, feeling
sick again at Cloud gladly debasing himself to the man who was really their
enemy.
“Watch how good he is!” Sephiroth grabbed her by the neck and shoved her head
down next to Cloud’s so she was forced to look. His grip tightened painfully as
he came in Cloud’s mouth, and the young man eagerly swallowed every last drop
of him. “I accept your homage.” Sephiroth caressed Cloud’s cheek before kissing
him.
Cloud sighed happily as the kiss ended. “And that’s how it’s done.” he told
Tifa. “Now you practice on me.” Cloud sat next to Sephiroth on the couch,
holding his hand as he waited for Tifa to begin.
She hesitantly knelt down in front of Cloud, fighting the urge to scream at
what they were doing to her. She unfastened his pants and drew his already
stiffened member out, closing her eyes as she did her best to imitate what he
had just done to Sephiroth.
“That was better.“ Cloud patted her head when she finished. “You almost got all
of me. We’ll keep practicing til you’re ready for a proper homage.”
Tifa nodded, then excused herself to the bathroom, throwing up as soon as she
threw herself down in front of the toilet. How was she going to endure this
subjugation, even to save Cloud?
 
***
 
“I accept your homage.” Sephiroth told Tifa a week later. She was grateful that
he didn’t kiss her, however Cloud pulled her up off her knees and kissed her
instead, and she felt her heart break some, knowing she was finally being
kissed by him like she had always wanted, but only because she had pleased
Sephiroth.
“You did it!” Cloud exclaimed happily. “Now we can be together!”
“What?” Tifa was confused.
“No.” Sephiroth told Cloud firmly, whose enthusiasm instantly faded. “We have
to deal with Shin-Ra first.”
“Oh, yes, I’m sorry I forgot.” Cloud replied, bowing his head.
“Don’t worry, you know I’ll always forgive you.” Sephiroth stroked Cloud’s
hair, and he sighed in contentment at the reassurance.
“How are we going to deal with Shin-Ra?” Tifa wanted to know. Cloud gave her
another kiss, grateful she was saying ‘we’. He did have some qualms that she
would disappoint Sephiroth again, but now she was truly one of them, and
Sephiroth would bless their union when the time was right. Cloud simply
couldn’t be with anyone Sephiroth did not approve of.
A frightening smile spread over Sephiroth’s face. “First we take out their
naval and air forces so they’ll be forced to fight us on land, and we’ll be
choosing the terrain. We’ll arrange a distraction first, so they won’t be
expecting us.” he explained.
 
***
 
As they slowly made their way to Junon, Tifa resumed her martial arts training,
as Sephiroth helped Cloud with sword fighting. The Buster sword was a bit
complex for Cloud, so he just focused on using it as a regular sword, waiting
until he was proficient in its basic function before trying to understand the
special features. He was determined to master it though, since Sephiroth had
promised him that he could take Sephiroth however he wanted if Cloud could best
him in a fight. When Tifa heard the offer, she punched the nearest tree so hard
she ended up with a bruised and bloodied hand, even with her gloves on.
The night before the Junon attack, or the first battle in what Sephiroth called
‘The Purge’, she and Cloud had to pay homage to him again, to strengthen them,
he said. Tifa was grateful she would be fighting the next day. She needed to
let loose all the bottled rage she had in her…
 
***
 
“I now pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the bride.” the minister told
Cloud, who lifted up the Tifa’s veil, and she was smiling as she felt his lips
on her. Suddenly there was a commotion amongst the guests, and they both turned
to see Sephiroth walking up the aisle. Stopping in front of the newlyweds, he
held out his hand to Cloud.
“You belong to me, don’t you?” he asked the groom.
“Always.” Cloud replied, letting go of Tifa and taking Sephiroth’s hand, who
pulled Cloud into his arms. “I thought you’d left me.” Cloud explained in a sad
voice.
“Never!” Sephiroth exclaimed, kissing him. “Come on, the limo’s waiting.” The
happily reunited couple ran out of the church, leaving a heartbroken Tifa
standing at the altar.
She woke up from the dream crying, but her tears dried when she realized it was
just before dawn and time to strike. Cloud and Sephiroth were also waking up.
They had slept in a vacant house on the outskirts of Junon, and to avoid
detection, they didn’t light a fire, just shared body warmth by all sleeping in
the biggest bed there. Sephiroth had embraced Cloud, who in turn had Tifa in
his arms. She had been subjected to Sephiroth and Cloud having sex right next
to her, and Tifa had fallen asleep to Cloud’s hot breath in her ear, whispering
endearments meant for Sephiroth. As they all got out of bed and prepared for
war in the dim predawn light, Sephiroth gave Tifa a look that suggested he knew
about her dream, and she shivered over the thought that maybe she really did
have Sephiroth inside of her now.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Summary
     The Wutaians reluctantly pay tribute to Sephiroth
The battle ended up being a rather short one, as the three of them waited in
position for the distraction that Sephiroth had promised would take place.
Suddenly they heard multiple explosions, and troops started to pour out of the
docked warships. Sephiroth cut a wide swath to the ships, leaving Cloud and
Tifa to deal with the leftovers. The naval forces were caught off guard, making
them almost too easy to decimate. Tifa enjoyed paying Shin-Ra back for what
they had done with every hit or kick she landed on their troops. Sephiroth took
care of the more experienced officers, and when there wasn’t a standing SOLDIER
left outside, they cautiously entered the middle warship. It didn’t take long
to find the control room, with Sephiroth leading the way. Cloud took care of
the guards, then watched Sephiroth as he searched for the program that would
activate the self-destruct bomb. Still on an adrenalin high from the fight, she
paced in the room nervously, and that’s when she noticed the guard who had
regained consciousness and was aiming their gun at Cloud and Sephiroth. Tifa
acted without thinking, pouncing on the guard and grabbing the gun. It went off
and the guard collapsed, dead.
“Nice work.” Sephiroth told her, finishing up at the control panel. “We’re done
here.” He headed outside, leaving Cloud and Tifa to hurry after him.
“That’s all?” Cloud asked. “What about the other ships?”
“This ship not only has enough munitions on it to blow all the other ships sky
high, but the ship stationed port side happens to be carrying enough toxic gas
to kill everything within a quarter mile. Put these on.” Sephiroth handed them
gas masks as he put his own on. They were halfway back to their hideout when
the ship exploded, and the blast wave knocked Cloud and Tifa to the ground, but
they were unhurt. Once back in the house they were using, Sephiroth took off
his gas mask, so they took theirs off as well. “The gas will dissipate in
twenty-four hours, then we can go back and get all the supplies we need for the
next phase.” he told them.
When Tifa took a shower to clean up before dinner, the horror of what they had
just done hit her. She was a killer now! She hated Shin-Ra and Sephiroth,
but…she had never been a particularly violent person, especially since her
martial arts instructor Zangan had always stressed fighting as a last resort,
but that had been before Sephiroth had come to her village and destroyed
everything she had ever believed in, including Cloud. She fell to her hands and
knees, letting herself cry since she knew the shower would mask her tears.
“Why are your eyes red?” Cloud asked her at dinner.
“I got shampoo in my eyes.” she casually lied, knowing Cloud wouldn‘t
understand, he was too enthralled by Sephiroth.
 
***
 
“The House of Kisaragi is honored to present this offering to the God-King.”
Godo said, and two of his attendants stepped forward, each holding a small
chest.
“Open them.” Cloud ordered.
The attendants unlocked and opened the chests, revealing their contents,
precious gems with a few materia.
“Is that all?” Cloud asked when he felt Sephiroth’s lack of interest.
A surprised murmur began amongst the Wutaians, as Godo cleared his throat.
“These are very rare gems and strong materia.” he explained.
“Have you nothing worthwhile to offer?” Cloud put the question to him.
“These have been part of our Royal Treasury for centuries. They are
irreplaceable.” Godo replied, starting to feel nervous, especially when he
noticed his daughter about to lose her temper again.
“We have respected the Wutai province for their traditions, asking only the
same respect in return. If this is your idea of showing resp…” Cloud stopped as
Tifa suddenly stepped forward.
“Is there something you’d like to add?” Sephiroth asked Tifa as he finally
spoke.
“In the interests of peace, the House of Kisaragi could make an offering of
something truly irreplaceable.” Tifa’s smile was anything but peaceful.
“What?” Godo and Sephiroth both asked simultaneously.
Tifa gracefully lifted up her arm and pointed at Godo‘s daughter. “Her.”
Sephiroth smiled cruelly. “Yes, that would be an irreplaceable worthy
offering.”
Godo’s face turned deathly white. “But…Yuffie is my only daughter.”
“You have three sons, do you not?” Cloud asked.
“How dare you?!” Yuffie erupted, charging at Tifa, who easily blocked the
girl’s clumsy attack and threw her down in front of the throne so Sephiroth
could have a better look at her.
“Daughter!” Godo exclaimed, his tone a mix of anger and regret.
“She’s got enough spunk to be an entertaining centerpiece for the Bacchanalia
next month, my Lord.” Tifa said to Sephiroth.
“Ah, yes, there is that. I accept her as your offering. In the interests of
peace.” Sephiroth told Godo.
“Father! Show him what we’re made of!” Yuffie blurted out, then stared at him
when he remained silent. “Father?” she asked fearfully.
“You disgraced us by attacking her, I cannot protect you from that, daughter.”
Godo bowed his head while Yuffie stayed on the floor, too stunned to react. “We
thank the God-King for accepting our humble offering.” He turned and started to
leave with his head still down, and Tifa handed the Wutaians all their weapons
back as they left.
Yuffie recovered from her shock and ran to the closed door, pounding on it with
her small fists. “Father! You can’t do this to me! Father!” She kept yelling as
Tifa calmly dragged the hysterical girl back in front of the throne.
“How old are you?” Sephiroth asked Yuffie.
“I don’t have to tell you anything!” she snapped, even though she was trembling
with indignant fear.
“She’s a child.” Tifa stated coldly.
“No I’m not!” Yuffie heatedly replied, too upset to realize she was being
manipulated into answering. “I’m fifteen years old!”
Sephiroth glanced at Tifa. “She is the same age you were when you started
serving me.”
Tifa nodded. “May we play with her, my Lord?” she asked.
“Of course.” Sephiroth replied benevolently, giving Cloud a little pat on the
back, and he obediently got off his knee, standing next to Tifa and Yuffie.
“We’re going to play a fun little game with you now. It’s called ‘Show Some
Respect’.” Tifa and Cloud each grabbed one of Yuffie’s arms and then forced her
to kneel in front of Sephiroth. “My husband and I are expert players.” Tifa
kept the bitterness out of her voice she always felt when referring to Cloud as
her husband.
“Husband?” Yuffie squeaked.
“Me, little girl.” Cloud said, forcibly turning her head to look at him. He had
removed the modesty robe, and Yuffie came face to face with his now exposed
genitals. She was momentarily transfixed by the sight, having never seen a
naked man before, then she tried to struggle and get away.
“He’s very attractive, isn’t he?” Tifa commented to Yuffie.
“Don’t you know who I am?” Yuffie almost shouted.
“You’re our entertainment.” Sephiroth replied in a voice devoid of emotion.
“You’re going to love the rules of our game, understand?” Tifa now took control
of Yuffie’s head, moving it so she had to look her in the eyes. Staring into
Tifa’s cold eyes, Yuffie started sobbing as she realized she was now a prisoner
of this merciless trio.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Summary
     Cloud and Tifa play with Yuffie and remember their wedding day
“How do you address the God-King?” Cloud asked Yuffie.
“As a monster!” Yuffie spat, feeling she had nothing left to lose by being
honest.
“Wrong answer.” Tifa used one of Yuffie’s own knives to slice off her top and
bra, exposing her nascent breasts.
“You can’t do this! I’m only fifteen!” Yuffie protested, shivering. She would
have tried to cover herself, but Cloud and Tifa were still holding onto her
arms.
“At fifteen you are an adult. That was the first law I passed.” Sephiroth
informed her. “You were right when you said you weren’t a child.”
“Let’s try something easier.” Tifa said. “How do you address my husband?”
Yuffie paused this time before answering, but realized it didn’t matter, there
was no hope they would spare her. “He’s…he’s a wannabe monster!”
“Wrong again.” Tifa told her, about to cut the rest of Yuffie’s clothes off and
leave her naked, when Cloud shook his head.
“I have a better idea. She’ll show some respect by paying me homage.” Cloud
said to Tifa, who nodded and when Cloud let go of Yuffie’s arm, Tifa promptly
tied Yuffie’s hands behind her back. When Yuffie refused to open her mouth,
Tifa tweaked her nipples hard and Cloud quickly shoved himself into her mouth
when Yuffie cried out. Tifa held her head straight, and when Yuffie made no
move to please him, Cloud covered Tifa’s hands with his own, and they gently
moved her head back and forth. “We shouldn’t do more than this with her though,
we don’t want to spoil her for the Bacchanalia.” Cloud told Tifa.
“You always did enjoy a good virgin sacrifice, didn’t you?” Tifa smiled at him,
and they kissed as Cloud came in Yuffie’s mouth, remembering their first time.
 
***
 
It gave Tifa scant comfort to see that Cloud was affected as they entered Junon
Harbor and saw the carnage they had unleashed on the town. Dead bodies were
everywhere, human and beast alike, and there wasn’t a live plant to be seen.
The carrion birds were there in droves however, feasting like there was no
tomorrow. Sephiroth merely smiled serenely. As he led them through the town, a
man appeared and started yelling at him.
“Damn you, Sephiroth! How could you? You told me it was just to stop them from
resupplyng their forces at Fort Condor!” the man ranted, grabbing Sephiroth’s
jacket. “All these people…you’re a monster!” Cloud immediately moved to
restrain the man, with Tifa standing between him and Sephiroth. “I’d like to
introduce you two to the former leader of AVALANCHE.” Sephiroth calmly said,
smoothing out his jacket.
“What do you mean, former, I’m still th…” the man never finished his sentence,
instead his head rolled off his body, and Sephiroth wiped his sword clean on
the decapitated body before putting it back in its sheath.
“He served his purpose.” Sephiroth told Cloud and Tifa as he resumed walking,
leaving them to follow him to a church of all places.
“Why are we here?” Tifa asked.
“You both deserve a reward for your actions yesterday, ensuring a beautiful
beginning to the Purge.” Sephiroth stripped one of the dead bodies, and donned
the priestly robes. “This will work for now.” he said once he had adjusted the
robe, then turned to Cloud and Tifa. “Do you both acknowledge me as the
rightful heir to the planet and its new God-King?”
“Yes!” Cloud exclaimed fervently, making Tifa’s simple “Yes.” almost not heard.
“I need to be paid tribute to before I can continue. Which of you will it be?”
Sephiroth asked them.
“Me!” Cloud blurted out right away, eagerly kneeling in front of him. He needed
to be filled with Sephiroth again, to reassure himself that all this death was
righteous. He waited impatiently for Sephiroth to expose himself, feeling so
relieved when he came in Cloud’s mouth.
“Your willingness to serve does you much credit.” Sephiroth said as he gently
caressed Cloud’s cheek. “Stay there.” he ordered, taking out his sword and
knighting Cloud. “Rise up, Sir Cloud. You now are not only the first of my
knights, and therefore leader of all those that will follow, but you have
proven yourself worth of the rank of SOLDIER First Class.” Sephiroth tore off
his own rank insignia and placed it on Cloud, who beamed with happiness as he
stood up…he had gotten his reassurance and so much more.
“Now for your reward.” Sephiroth said to Tifa. He took one of her hands and one
of Cloud’s and tied their wrists together. “Do you promise to always honor
Cloud as your beloved husband?”
Tifa’s mouth dropped open. “I’m…I’m only fifteen.” she pointed out. “I can’t
get married yet.”
“As God-King, I now declare fifteen as the age of adulthood.” Sephiroth stated.
“Now do promise?”
“Yes!” Tifa exclaimed, hope creeping cautiously into her. If he was serious…
“Sir Cloud, do you promise to cherish Tifa as your beloved wife?” Sephiroth
asked him.
“Yes.” Cloud nodded as he spoke.
“And do you both promise that serving me will supersede any personal
relationship you have with each other?” Sephiroth now asked both of them.
“Yes.” They said together.
Sephiroth sliced both of their palms and then clasped their hands together. “As
you now share your blood, so do you share the rest of your lives. I now
pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride.”
Cloud kissed Tifa, hesitantly at first, and as their bodies started to respond,
he laid her down on the altar, and Tifa found herself moaning as he caressed
her while taking her panties off. This wasn’t how she imagined her wedding
would be, but at least she had the husband she always wanted. Closing her eyes
to shut out everything but him, she only knew it was Cloud opening her top to
nuzzle her breasts, Cloud’s hands exploring her body, and Cloud taking her
innocence that made her feel so many new wonderful things. She involuntarily
flinched at the pain, but it was brief, and soon her moaning got louder and
louder until she cried out as she felt herself explode. Opening her eyes, she
smiled at her husband, then frowned as she realized he was looking at
Sephiroth, not at her. Suddenly she felt as dead as the bodies still sitting in
the pews.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Summary
     Aerith's fate is revealed
“I’ll show you to your room now.” Tifa told Yuffie, who was still on the floor
crying. Picking up the girl by her arm, she led her through the castle until
they came to the dungeon, and she untied Yuffie’s hands before tossing her into
one of the prison cells there, and quickly slammed the barred door shut.
“You…you can’t leave me here!” Yuffie wailed.
“I can and I will. This is your new home…at least until we can trust you.” Tifa
replied.
“But…I’ll freeze…you cut my top off!” Yuffie exclaimed.
Tifa paused. “We wouldn’t want to ruin your debut at the Bacchanalia. I’ll
bring you something later.” Tifa said before leaving, and went back to the
throne room, unsurprised to find Cloud now in Sephiroth’s lap, panting as
Sephiroth used him again.
“How does she like the guest accommodations?” Sephiroth asked Tifa.
“She’ll get used to it.” Tifa promised. “I’ll see to that.”
A genuine smile spread over Sephiroth’s face as Cloud cried out, coming so hard
he collapsed against Sephiroth. “You make me proud with your great skill at
hospitality.” he told Tifa. “You’ve been such a perfect wife for my First
Knight,” Here Sephiroth paused and kissed Cloud’s neck. “Well, almost perfect.”
he corrected himself. “But it worked out for the best, didn’t it? That reminds
me, when will the seeding take place?”
“Tomorrow. I’m going to prepare her as soon I finish dealing with our newest
guest.” Tifa answered.
“Good.” Sephiroth nodded. “Will you be prepared as well?” he asked Cloud.
“Of course, my Lord.” Cloud replied.
 
***
 
Tifa gave Yuffie a bathrobe and a second blanket, plus a sandwich and some
water, once she had made Yuffie beg for them. Leaving the dungeon, she went
back to the kitchen and had the cook prepare a meal tray, which Tifa took
outside and across the courtyard to the eastern tower. Unlocking the door, she
walked up all the steps to the top, where there was another locked door that
only Tifa had the key to. She unlocked it and walked into a sparsely but
elegantly furnished room.
“Lady Tifa?” the pretty young woman sitting in front of the fire asked
hopefully.
“Of course it’s me, Aerith.” Tifa smiled as she approached her. “I’ve brought
you dinner. It’s no longer hot, but if you eat it here in front of the fire,
you should be fine.”
“I’m sure it will still taste good.” Aerith said, turning her head in Tifa’s
direction, her albino eyes reflecting the firelight beautifully.
Tifa set the tray down in front of her. “This is the soup bowl, your spoon,
crackers, and sandwiches.” Tifa had taken Aerith’s hands and had her touch each
thing on the tray as she described them.
“You’ve been so good to me.” Aerith told her as she started eating. “I’m trying
to get used to being blind though, so I won‘t be such a burden. You’ve got more
important things to do than take care of me. At least I was able to keep the
fire going you started for me this morning.”
Tifa lovingly stroked her hair. “You are not a burden to me, so don’t ever talk
like that, or even think it, understand?” When Aerith finished eating, Tifa got
to the real point of her visit. “Tomorrow is a special day for all of us.” she
said as she poured a glass of water.
“All of us?” Aerith inquired, suddenly worried.
“You’ll be meeting my husband tomorrow.” Tifa informed her. “You’ll need this
pill to help you. Open up.” Tifa put the fertility pill on Aerith’s tongue when
she instantly obeyed the order. “And here’s water to wash it down with.” Tifa
held the glass of water up to Aerith’s lips.
“I…I hope I succeed and make you proud of me.” Aerith said when she had
swallowed the pill.
“I’m sure you will.” Tifa kissed her deeply, and Aerith sighed happily when
Tifa released her.
“May I thank you for helping me?” Aerith asked suddenly when she heard Tifa
start walking towards the door, not wanting her only visitor to leave.
“If that would make you feel better.” Tifa said graciously as if conferring a
great favor, even though this was exactly what Tifa wanted, and she walked back
to Aerith and stood in front of the young woman.
Aerith smiled with relief as she felt Tifa’s presence. Stretching out her hands
to touch Tifa, she caressed her until she found the clasp to Tifa’s skirt and
undid it, gently sliding it down Tifa’s legs until the skirt fell on its own to
the floor. Aerith did the same to Tifa’s panties, then Tifa stepped out of them
and sat on the little cushioned footstool for the chair, with her legs spread
open. She moaned as Aerith buried her head between Tifa’s legs, finding her
already moist as she eagerly began expressing her gratitude to Tifa.
“You’re very welcome.” Tifa caressed Aerith’s cheek when she was done. “My
husband and I will join you for breakfast tomorrow.” She kissed Aerith on the
forehead before taking the dinner tray outside, locking Aerith in before
heading back to the kitchen to return the tray, then to the banquet hall for
her own dinner. Sephiroth and Cloud were just finishing eating, so she ate
alone.
 
***
 
Opening the door to her and Cloud’s bedchamber later that night and finding him
not there, she headed straight for the shower. Tifa was surprised when he
joined for a little while later. “Did you take your pill?” she asked him as he
kissed her neck.
“Yes. It takes effect in eight hours, just in time for breakfast.” Cloud
replied as he pushed her against the tile wall, running his hands all over her
wet body.
Tifa wondered why he was being so horny with her…he rarely touched her anymore,
which suited her fine. Tifa was never able to shake the feeling that since
Cloud was just Sephiroth’s pet, it was really Sephiroth who was touching her,
and it made her skin crawl.
“You know that I really wish you could be the mother of our children, don’t
you?” Cloud told her reassuringly as he entered her.
Tifa kept her face neutral as she felt a spurt of rage at her husband. Was this
pity sex?! Her body stiffened with her anger, which made her tighten around
Cloud’s member. He smiled and covered her mouth with his, thinking she was
doing it to please him. Tifa closed her eyes and repositioned herself to enjoy
his unexpected attention. Over the years, she had learned that she had better
take whatever pleasure she could get. After the shower, they got into their
separate beds to get some sleep. They had shared a bed at the beginning of
their ‘marriage’, but that was a long time ago.
Tifa frowned at the memory of what changed, it was when Sephiroth and Cloud
found out she was sterile. It hadn’t mattered that the only reason could be an
internal injury when Sephiroth tried to kill her, she was still unable to have
children for Cloud. And she had to suffer atonement for her ‘failure’, which
meant being tied up while Cloud forcibly sodomized her and she had to take
Sephiroth in the mouth for two or three hours until she was forgiven.
Then word reached them about Aerith’s existence. They had searched diligently
for her, and had ended up in a bloody battle with the Turks, who fought to the
last man to protect her from Sephiroth. He had wanted to kill her, but
something had made Tifa suggest they keep her alive, and Sephiroth had found
her reasoning had merit. So Tifa was tasked with breaking her, with the threat
of a worse atonement if she failed.
Aerith had somehow been rendered blind in the battle with the Turks, and her
helplessness had played right into Tifa’s hands. It was easy to make Aerith
totally dependent on her. She fed and bathed Aerith, while constantly telling
her how glad they were that they had saved Aerith. Soon Tifa earned her trust,
and once Aerith believed she was a friend, the brainwashing intensified.
Seduction was the next step, even though Tifa wasn’t into women anymore than
Aerith was, but her goal was total domination over Aerith. Tifa had subtly
manipulated Aerith into thinking that she was attracted to Tifa, and that she
was the one doing the seducing. The thrill of victory had been sweeter than
anything Tifa had experienced. She now had someone who worshipped her and loved
her unconditionally, and that would anything for her. Once Aerith was broken,
Tifa got Aerith to offer herself up as a surrogate mother to help Tifa, which
was the whole reason they had let Aerith live in the first place. Tifa fell
asleep smiling about her power over Aerith.
Tifa would have been horrified to know that as Sephiroth entered his
bedchamber, he was smiling at his success with Tifa. When he broke Cloud, he
did it to mould him into his perfect loyal servant and lover. That meant Cloud
could never be a leader, only a follower. Tifa however, he had broken her
differently. He had purposely fed the hatred he knew she felt for him, since
she would never take it out on him because she loved Cloud and would not betray
him. She would take her anger out on their enemies instead, and she had
performed as expected. Her stunning ruthlessness was a thing of beauty, like
when she had broken Aerith or demanded the Wutaian leader’s daughter as
tribute. His feelings for Cloud were as close to love as he was capable of
feeling, but if anything ever happened to him as unlikely as that seemed, Tifa
was his heir apparent, even if he would never let her know that. And tomorrow
Cloud would impregnate Aerith, and the Ancients would continue ruling the
planet as they were meant to. Sephiroth fell asleep smiling at that thought.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Summary
     Cloud deflowers Aerith in hopes of impregnating her.
Cloud held the breakfast tray for Tifa as she unlocked the door to Aerith’s
room early the next morning.
“We’re here, Aerith!” Tifa called out as they entered the room. “Put the tray
on the footstool and start a fire, please.” she said quietly aside to Cloud
before she approached Aerith‘s bed.
“I didn’t know you were going to be here so early, I’m sorry.” Aerith
apologized. She was still in bed, having woken up when they arrived.
“Don’t worry about it, it’s good that you’re still in bed, we want to get this
over with before breakfast anyway, okay?” Tifa got into bed with Aerith,
sitting with her back against the headboard, and folded her legs under each
other, so Aerith‘s head was resting comfortably on Tifa‘s calves.
“Yes, Lady Tifa. But where is your husband?” Aerith asked, turning her head as
if looking for him.
“Right here.” Cloud answered as he got the fire roaring, then walked over to
the bed. “Nice to meet you, Aerith.”
“I’m pleased to meet you as well.” Aerith stuck her hand out, and Cloud shook
it.
He hadn’t paid much attention to Aerith when they took her prisoner, having
been too battle weary at the time. But now with his pill starting to take
effect, he looked at her hungrily as he quickly stripped. He found her white
unseeing eyes a bit unnerving, but she was quite attractive he thought as he
joined them in bed.
“It will hurt you a little, but you’ll end up loving it, won’t you?” Tifa told
Aerith as Cloud started undressing her.
“I’ll end up loving it.” Aerith repeating, feeling nervous as she felt a naked
man’s body against hers for the first time.
“I’m here with you.” Tifa said to Aerith as she stroked her hair. Aerith
relaxed as much from that reassurance as from Cloud exploring her body. It felt
as good as when Tifa touched her intimately. “Caress him too, he likes it.” she
ordered Aerith.
Aerith obeyed, familiarizing herself with Cloud’s body, pausing only when she
touched his penis. It sprang to life immediately as Cloud groaned, and Aerith
quickly pulled her hand away in surprise.
“No!” Cloud growled, grabbing her wrist and putting her hand back. “Keep me in
your hand til I say otherwise.”
Aerith would have been frightened if Tifa didn’t lightly touch her cheek in
reassurance when she told her to obey Cloud. Aerith concentrated on feeling his
now pulsating member in her hand, finding herself somewhat fascinated by how it
reacted to her touching it, and she wondered how it was supposed to make her
feel as good as Tifa did. Now aching for release, Cloud groaned again and
pulled her hand away as he pushed her legs apart with his own. Aerith tried to
cry out from the pain Tifa warned her about as he forcefully initiated her into
womanhood, but Cloud had smothered her mouth with his own, and she found
herself overwhelmed by him. He was in her and on her, every part of their
bodies joined together as she now experienced the pleasure Tifa had promised
her. She found herself clawing at him for more one moment, and floating amongst
the stars the next. Aerith came back into her own body with a gasp.
“You did very well for your first time. Next time you’ll know what to expect.”
Tifa gave her a congratulatory kiss.
“Next time?” Aerith questioned her as Cloud laid in the bed next to her.
“We’ll be doing this every hour til dinnertime. That way we have a better
chance of succeeding.” Tifa explained.
“Oh.” Aerith hadn’t expected that.
“I waited to tell you to see how the first time went. And we really like the
idea of a little girl just like you growing in here.” Tifa tenderly patted
Aerith’s flat stomach.
“I want that too.” Aerith stated firmly. She wanted to do everything she could
to repay Tifa’s kindness to her, and she knew Tifa would be such a loving
mother, taking care of the baby just like she took care of Aerith.
Tifa smiled and kissed her again. “I know you’ll never let me down. Now I’ll
feed you breakfast.”
 
***
“Where have you been?” Yuffie demanded when Tifa came to her prison cell that
evening. “I didn’t have breakfast or lunch!” she complained.
“I gave you food last night.” Tifa said coldly. “If you can’t make that last,
that’s your own fault, you ungrateful brat. Be glad I don’t throw your food on
the floor and make you eat it that way.” Tifa put the meal tray on the bed and
left, slamming the door shut with an unmistakable warning.
 
***
 
“How did the seeding go?” Sephiroth asked Tifa and Cloud at dinner.
“She was at her most fertile, and the medication they both took should ensure
success.” Tifa answered first.
“If she can’t breed, she can rejoin the Lifestream.” Sephiroth announced. “We
don’t have any use for those who have no purpose, do we?” he asked, and Cloud
obediently nodded in agreement, while Tifa looked down at her dinner plate to
get control of the burning rage she felt towards them both. Aerith was hers!
They weren’t going to take her away from Tifa, no one was. For the first time,
she admitted to herself that Cloud was a lost cause. Sephiroth had broken him
too far to be put back together again. The only way to save him now would be to
kill him. Only in death would he be free from Sephiroth. And Sephiroth…death
was too good for him, but it was a start. She would find a way to destroy them
both, and then Aerith would be safe and she would be with Tifa forever.
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Summary
     Unbeknownst to those in Jenova Castle, all the Turks and SOLDIERs did
     not die in 'The Purge'
“You’re late, Jiggy.” the man said impatiently.
“Sorry about that, Slick, but you know how it is.” The short white haired
weasely-looking man replied as he got into the car with Slick.
Slick frowned, remembering once upon a time when he had been the one to make
people wait on him, but those days were as dead as…he shook his head slightly
to focus on his current task. “Did you get it?” he asked Jiggy.
“Right here.” Jiggy took a manila envelope out of his jacket, and when Slick
tried to grab it, he jerked it away. “Uh-uh. First things first.” Jiggy rubbed
his thumb and forefingers together in an easily understood gesture.
Slick pulled a huge wad of cash out from his own jacket and handed it to Jiggy,
who immediately started counting it. “Now give me that.” Slick demanded the
envelope.
“After I get my full ten thousand.” Jiggy told him.
“Ten thousand?!” Slick exploded. “We agreed on five!”
“The price had to go up because I went through a lot of hassle to get that for
you.” Jiggy informed him with a smug smile on his face. “It’s nothing personal
you understand, but business is business.”
“Fine!” Slick snapped. “But I’ve got my extra stash hidden in the trunk. Get
out.” He opened the driver’s door and got out himself, unlocking the trunk. “No
one knows you got that for me, do they?” Slick nodded at the manila envelope.
“Of course not!” Jiggy was offended by the suggestion. “All of my clients know
I would never talk out of turn.” He walked to the trunk where Slick seemed to
be rummaging in it as if trying to find something.
“Okay, there’s the rest of your payment. Take it and give me what I paid for.”
Slick stood up to his full height and backed up a couple feet.
Jiggy stepped forward to look inside the open trunk and stared in surprise to
see nothing but a tarp. “What is th…ughhh.” Jiggy’s sentence ended in a pained
groan as Slick brought down a tire iron hard on his head with a sickening thud
and crack sound. Jiggy’s body slumped forward, half into the trunk, and Slick
helped it the rest of the way.
“You’ll never talk out of turn now, will you?“ Slick took the manila envelope
and his money back before tying the tarp around the body with an expertise that
spoke of long practice. “It’s nothing personal you understand, but business is
business.” He slammed the trunk shut and got back into his car, speeding out of
the alleyway and heading out of town. He dumped Jiggy’s body over the side of
the first bridge he came to.
Slick really had no need to cover up the murder, but old habits died hard. His
next destination was going to take a few days to reach, so he stayed in flea
trap motels and ate at the cheapest crappiest diners he could find. It galled
Slick to hell and back to travel like this, but his glory days were long gone,
and he had to blend in with the masses if he was to avenge his fallen comrades.
He now craved destroying all those in Jenova Castle above all else. Slick put
his hand on top of his head, feeling the buzz cut he now sported. The changes
he had made to his appearance out of the necessity of survival made him feel
like a different person, and he constantly reminded himself he was now.
 
***
 
“Shinra mansion at last.” Slick said as he stood in front of the building. He
had driven past it to make sure it was still there, then parked on the next
street over and snuck back in the shadows. “You and I are both relics of a
bygone era now, aren’t we?” Slick commented as he picked the lock to the front
door and entered the mansion. The last thing he needed for his vengeance was
here, according to the reliable rumours he had heard years ago.
“Dammit, Vincent…where are you?!” A frustrated Slick demanded to know after
hours of fruitless searching through the house. He started heading back to the
kitchen to see if there was anything still edible, but somehow he tripped going
down the stairs, and instead of falling down the stairs, he fell through them,
and ended up in a hidden section of the basement. Brushing himself off once he
knew he wasn’t hurt, he looked around and his jaw dropped when he saw one of
the containment capsules he had seen many times in the research labs. “Well
I’ll be…you’re not Vincent, but you’ll do.” he said to the person inside it as
he tried one of his old high level security clearance codes on the keypad lock,
but the lock was malfunctioning, so he grabbed a chair and smashed it against
the capsule til it broke open.
Zack Fair coughed and spluttered as he lay on the floor surrounded by the
suspended animation nutritive fluid and broken glass. Taking a moment to
collect himself, he stood up and looked around, wondering where he was. The
last thing he remembered was Sephiroth walking out of the Mt. Nibel reactor
with Jenova, and Cloud being unable to fight him for some reason. There was a
man standing a few feet away from him, who looked somehow familiar, but Zack
didn’t recognize him. “Who are you?” he asked. “What’s going on?”
“Oh, yeah.” The man put his fingers up to his eyes and took out the colored
contact lenses, revealing his unique aquamarine eyes. “Does this help?”
“Reno!” Zack exclaimed. “What’s…what’s happened to you?” He looked at the Turk
in shock. Reno had very short black hair now, colored contacts that made his
eyes brown, and his facial tattoos were gone.
“I’ll fill you in on the way. We’ve got a job to do.” Reno replied.
“What’s the job?” Zack asked.
Reno reached into his jacket and pulled out the manila envelope. Opening it, he
took the invitation to the Bacchanalia celebration at Jenova Castle. “We’re
crashing a party.” An ugly smile spread over Reno’s face.
***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Summary
     Tifa and Aerith bond more, but Yuffie isn't so lucky
“I’m sorry I haven’t been able to spend more time with you lately.” Tifa
apologized to Aerith as she brushed her hair. “It’s just been so crazy getting
everything ready, with the Bacchanalia only a fortnight away.”
“I wish I could go. It sounds like such fun.” Aerith replied wistfully,
enjoying having Tifa’s undivided attention again. “But I don’t want to
embarrass you.”
“How could you possibly embarrass me?” Tifa set the hairbrush down on the
vanity table and turned Aerith around to face her.
“Because I’m still so clumsy! And I can’t groom myself without your help. I’d
end up being such an ugly bumbling fool, and I couldn’t live with myself if I
humiliated you.” Aerith explained, hanging her head down in imagined shame.
Tifa put her finger under Aerith’s chin and forced her head back up. “How many
times have I told you I won’t tolerate anyone talking crap about my girl?” Tifa
put her hands on her hips. “You are far too precious and special to be having
bad thoughts about yourself, you hear me?” Aerith’s face lit up as she nodded
obediently. “Good.” Tifa smiled and kissed Aerith’s forehead.
“Am I really your girl?” Aerith wanted to know.
“Do you even have to ask?” Tifa kissed her on the lips this time. “Now, you
wouldn’t embarrass me at the Bacchanalia, but that’s not why you can’t go. I
wouldn’t be able to protect you there. And you might be pregnant, remember? We
don’t want to risk you or our baby.” Tifa lightly caressed Aerith’s stomach.
“You’re too important to us.”
Aerith smiled gratefully at Tifa’s reassurances. “I…I think I am pregnant.” she
admitted almost shyly. “The planet has been speaking to me again, but it has an
echo this time.”
“That’s wonderful!” Tifa covered Aerith’s face in kisses and hugged her tightly
before she loosened her grip, not wanting to hurt the baby. “What else has the
planet been telling you?”
“I’m not exactly sure.” Aerith answered, blushing at Tifa’s enthusiastic
response to her news. “It’s a bit confusing…something about two masked
behemoths destroying the throne room.” Aerith felt better when she passed on
what the planet told her to Tifa, since she’d know what it meant. Aerith didn’t
quite trust her own interpretation of the planet’s messages anymore, since it
seemed like it was trying to tell her that Tifa was bad.
Tifa mulled that over…the masks could be referring to the Bacchanalia, since
many guests wore them. And the throne room being destroyed…a malicious smile
spread over her face at the thought of Sephiroth’s reign ending. There was only
way he would let that happen, and it would be a satisfactorily ugly ending to
an ugly man. “I think it’s good news, Aerith. And after the Bacchanalia, you’re
going to move into mine and Cloud’s suite, alright?”
“But…is that safe? You keep me locked in here for my own protection.” Aerith
reminded her, feeling afraid of leaving her familiar surroundings.
“That was just until you adjusted to your new situation. You’re doing very
well, and now you’re carrying our child. I don’t want you so far from me in
case something happens to you” Tifa pulled Aerith up into a standing position.
“Understand?”
“Yes, Lady Tifa. My baby will belong to you and your husband. You’ll make
wonderful parents.” she replied.
Tifa raised an eyebrow at Aerith's tone. “You don’t sound quite happy about
that. What‘s wrong?”
Aerith frowned, opening and closing her mouth a few times as she tried to
figure out how to say what she was really feeling. “It’s just that…I mean…I
know that my baby belongs with you, and you’ll take good care of them, but what
happens to me then? Can’t I belong to you too?” Aerith asked in a plaintive
wail, crying over the suffocating loneliness she felt at the mere thought of
being without Tifa.
A beatific smile now spread over Tifa’s face. “Is that all? Of course you can
belong to me! Didn’t I say you were my girl?” She kissed Aerith’s tears away
and led her over to the bed. “Do you promise to unconditionally surrender
yourself to me?” Tifa asked, holding Aerith’s hands firmly in hers.
“Oh yes!” Aerith breathed, her heart leaping with joy.
“And I promise to always take care of you…and that’s all it takes.” Tifa
brought Aerith’s hands up to her lips and kissed them. “Now you belong to me,
and I think this requires a celebration, don’t you?” When Aerith nodded
agreement, Tifa put Aerith’s hands on the buttons of her blouse as she started
undressing Aerith.
Aerith had never felt so happy in her whole life as she did when Tifa made love
to her. She trusted Tifa unconditionally as well, so Aerith would be cosseted
for the rest of her life. “I love you so much, Lady Tifa.” she said as they
cuddled together in the afterglow. “I wish we could be like this forever.”
Tifa smiled as she caressed Aerith’s cheek. “I’m glad the feeling’s mutual. And
we’ll be like this as much as I can allow. Speaking of, it’s probably time for
me to go. Helping rule the world isn’t for the lazy or weak…it’s such an ugly
business.” She got out of bed and put her clothes back on. “When I’m come back
for dinner, I’ll bring extra food now that you’re eating for two.” Tifa sat
back down on the bed and kissed Aerith’s stomach. “And we’ll also start trying
new hairstyles and outfits on you, so at next year’s Bacchanalia, everyone will
be stunned by how pretty you are. You might even snag yourself a husband.” Tifa
told her.
“A husband? But I thought…” Aerith was confused at Tifa wanting her to marry
someone else.
“So you can have a family of your own.” Tifa explained. “Think of it as
strictly business, like the political marriage I have with Cloud. But it won‘t
change things between us, okay? And do you do want your own children, don‘t
you?”
“Yes, I do.” Aerith was relieved by Tifa’s answer. “As long as you’ll never
leave me.”
“Not gonna happen!” Tifa swore to her. “Now, who are you?”
“Yours.” Aerith replied instantly.
“And don’t you ever forget it!” Tifa lightly tapped Aerith’s nose with her
finger teasingly.
“I won’t.” Aerith promised. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”
“I know you won’t.” Tifa kissed her again as she ran her hand down Aerith’s
body, slipping it between her legs, easily making her orgasm again as Tifa’s
way of saying goodbye. Locking Aerith in when she left, Tifa was on such a high
that she sought out Cloud, who was overseeing the guards’ combat practice.
“Would you like to play with our newest guest again?” she asked him.
Cloud looked at her for a moment before nodding, giving the guards their
instructions for the rest of the day before following Tifa into the dungeon.
 
***
 
“Please don’t make me do it again!” Yuffie sobbed brokenly as Cloud and Tifa
cornered her in her prison cell.
An idea occurred to Tifa that she found simply delicious. She knew that the
methods for breaking people depended on not only what kind of person they were,
but what kind of person you wanted to rebuild them into. Honest affection was
the best method for their plans for Aerith, so Tifa never did anything but take
care of Aerith, and never lied to her. She twisted the hell out of the truth
and misrepresented it freely, but never outright lied to Aerith. And so the
last spark of humanity Tifa possessed went towards breaking Aerith with love.
And she had her reward…she knew that Aerith was already hers, but this was the
first time Aerith had vocalized her total submission, and now she could get
Aerith to accept little by little the cruelty and violence necessary for Tifa
to help rule the world.
Yuffie however, was only to be broken for their own amusement, so she had no
protection. “It’s not us. Your father is the one that did this to you, isn’t
he?” Tifa asked the terrified girl. “He’s the one that gave you to us, didn’t
he?” When Yuffie reluctantly nodded, Tifa continued. “Say it then.” Yuffie
remained silent, so Tifa reached forward and grabbed her by her hair and pulled
her upright. “Say it!” she demanded.
“My..f…fa…father did this to me.” Yuffie stuttered with fear.
“Good girl.” Tifa let go of Yuffie’s hair and patted her head. “Now on your
knees. And you know we only tell you once.” Yuffie paled as she obeyed.
“Now open wide.” Cloud ordered her as he stood in front of her. Yuffie closed
her eyes as she opened her mouth, so she wouldn’t have to see what they were
doing to her. She felt Cloud in her mouth, and this time she hurriedly tried to
please him, knowing they’d just force to her if she didn’t do it on her own.
“That was fun.” Cloud told Tifa when they left Yuffie still crying in her cell.
“Wasn’t it just?” Tifa replied casually.
“Who says the fun has to end now?” Cloud asked her.
“What do you mean?” Tifa made sure the dungeon door was locked securely.
“I mean I miss you.” Cloud said, pushing her against the door and kissing her.
He had never really watched her work before, breaking in their guests. But
watching her with Aerith and Yuffie, she reminded him of how Sephiroth had
trained him, and he couldn’t ever remember being so turned on by his wife. Tifa
herself was stunned as she reacted to him by force of habit at first. Then she
thought that if Cloud really was regaining his interest in her, it would be
another nail in Sephiroth’s coffin, and she responded just as passionately as
Cloud took her against the dungeon door, smiling triumphantly.
***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter Summary
     Reno and Zack get ready for the Bacchanalia, and Reno flashes back to
     the day the Turks were slaughtered
“You gonna finish those?” Reno asked Zack as they sat on their own beds in the
motel room they were staying at overnight, eating the meals Reno had picked up
at the closest diner.
“Help yourself.” Zack handed his to-go box to Reno. The fries were too greasy,
but it was more how nauseated he felt about what Reno had told him that killed
his appetite.
“Thanks.” Reno said as he fed his face. “Might wanna get some sleep now,
another long day tomorrow.” It felt weird to Reno to have another person to
talk to. He‘d been alone for years now…
 
“Take her and run!” Tseng shouted at Reno and Rude just before Sephiroth nearly
cut him in half. Reno and Rude ran for the armored vehicle that Aerith was
hiding in when their caravan had been ambushed. They were almost to it when
Cloud threw a grenade under the vehicle, and it landed right below the engine.
Suddenly Reno was face down in the dirt as the grenade exploded, and the blast
wave sent him and Rude flying. Rude threw himself on top of Reno to protect him
from the shrapnel, and Reno’s head hit the ground forcefully. He felt himself
losing consciousness just as he heard footsteps approach. He didn’t know how
long he was out, but it couldn’t have been too long, since he heard activity
nearby and he recognized the voices. Reno had to constantly blink his eyes to
clear them from something warm and sticky…blood?
“Here’s the girl, my Lord.” Cloud told Sephiroth. “She’s still alive, but her
eyes are bleeding. Shall I kill her now?”
“I’ve got a better idea for her, if she lives.” Tifa interrupted. Reno didn’t
hear what her idea was, because he faded out again.
“Are they all dead?” Sephiroth was asking when Reno came around again.
“Yes.” Tifa replied flatly, then Reno heard her give a pained cry. “Yes, my
Lord.” she corrected herself. “All were non-responsive and had injuries that
were clearly fatal.”
“Good. We got more than what we came for, let the turkey vultures feast now.
They’ve been circling for an hour.” Sephiroth commanded, and a few moments
later Reno heard an engine start and a vehicle drive off before he lost
consciousness again.
Reno woke up with a start. He had been able to avoid that nightmare for years,
but now it was back, probably because he had to get Zack up to speed.
 
***
 
“Put this on.” Reno handed Zack a baseball cap. “It’ll shade your eyes til we
get you some sunglasses. As far as the world is concerned, SOLDIERs are nothing
but a myth now. And you can’t wear contacts, the mako distorts the color. Now
let’s take you shopping. At least you get to keep your hair, you cheeky
bastard.” Reno said almost if Zack had common hair on purpose.
“What’s that?” Zack asked as they walked down the street, pointing to a statue
that he hadn’t seen the night before when they arrived.
“Don’t do that!” Reno hissed angrily, smacking Zack’s hand down.
“What?” Zack was confused by Reno’s reaction to a simple question.
“Act like you don’t know how things are now. If you have questions, then ask me
them in private, dammit! We don’t want to appear suspicious. Here we go.” Reno
stopped in front of a store and walked in, gesturing for Zack to follow him.
“Why do I need new clothes too?” Zack asked when Reno wanted him to try some
on.
Reno smiled indulgently to the salesman. “This is what happens when you try and
help your hick cousin attend their first Bacchanalia. They think as long as
they’re clean, they’re presentable anywhere.”
“Ah, yes, of course. One’s first Bacchanalia is such a special occasion, and
does indeed warrant a new outfit. Let me see what we have in the back.” The man
scurried away.
Zack was sure he must be having some bizarre nightmare when Reno and the
salesman nodded approvingly at the outfit he was trying on. It made him feel
like a stud on display. “I don’t think…” he started to say.
“The Bacchanalia isn’t for thinking!” Reno exclaimed. “We’ll take it.”
“Your cousin is absolutely right, and he also has excellent taste.” the
salesman told Zack. “You can put your regular…clothes…on, and Anna here will
ring you up.”
Reno grabbed a random pair of sunglasses from the selection on the counter and
threw them on top of the folded up clothes while Anna scanned the price tags.
“That is a statue of the self-styled God-King. Every village and town are
required to have on, or else they cease existing.” Reno informed Zack as they
drove past it on their way out of town after lunch.
“You mean Sephiroth?” Zack asked.
“Yeah.” Reno replied as he turned on the radio.
“And he lives in…Jenova Castle, with…” Zack had trouble getting the words out,
not wanting to believe it was true.
“Sir Cloud and Lady Tifa.” Reno’s voice was a blend of mockery and bitterness.
“He’s nominally in charge of the military forces, but he’s really just
Sephiroth ‘pet’. It’s Tifa who is actually his chief enforcer. She’s married to
Cloud and is nothing but a psychotic bitch.”
“So what is this Bacchanalia thing?” Zack wanted to know, but he also wanted to
be distracted from Reno’s horrid taste in music.
“It’s a free-for-all party where people can get their rocks off however they
want.” Reno told him.
“So why are we going to one?” Zack wanted to know. He didn’t see how that would
help setting things right.
“It’s the best way to infiltrate the castle without arousing suspicion.” Reno
answered, inadvertently smiling at his choice of words.
“And you don’t know what happened to Aerith?” Zack continued his questioning.
“All I know is that they didn’t kill her right away.” Reno replied coolly. “No
clue if they killed her later or not.”
Zack looked out the window, trying to find something to be positive about. The
world he had woken up in was just…was there anything to be hopeful about? He
was thankfully diverted from his unhappy thoughts when a bump in the road
caused the glove compartment to open up. “Hey, you had sunglasses in here the
whole time! Why couldn’t I wear these?”
“Don’t you dare touch those!” Reno roared, taking one hand off the wheel and
grabbing Zack’s wrist painfully.
“Hey, I didn’t mean any harm, Reno.” Zack said placatingly. “Why are those
sunglasses so spec…wait, are those…?”
“Yes.” Reno’s voice was devoid of any emotion as he answered.
Reno woke up, feeling something moving on his back. He groaned in pain and
struggled til he heard a protesting squawk and flapping wings. Eventually
something heavy rolled off him, then he was able to get up. Brushing himself
off and rubbing his eyes to get rid of what he realized was dried blood out of
them. With his sight now clear, he looked around, only to fall to his knees and
throw up at the scene that lay before him. The Turks lay dead all around him,
providing the wildlife with an unexpected feast. It was a buzzard feasting on
Rude that had awoken him. The bird returned to resume its meal, and Reno lost
it.
“Get away, you damned filthy bird!” he screamed, charging towards it. The bird
flew off, complaining bitterly about losing its meal. Reno stumbled to Rude’s
body, gagging as he saw that Rude’s throat had been cut. “I’m…I’m sorry,
partner.” Reno laid his hand gently on Rude’s shoulder and bowed his head,
unaware he was crying. When he raised his head back up, he saw Rude’s
sunglasses lying beside his body. He respectfully picked them up, unwillingly
to leave them there. “They won’t get away with this, I swear to you I’ll make
them pay.” Reno vowed as he closed Rude’s eyes and put the sunglasses in his
pocket.
Reno smiled as the miles passed, bringing them closer to Jenova Castle. They
stopped only when necessary for food and rest, and for combat practice. Zack
was using just a regular sword, and he wasn’t happy to find out that Cloud had
the Buster sword. “It won‘t be much longer now.” Reno muttered to himself,
eager to satisfy his desire for vengeance. It wasn’t until he found an
abandoned shack after the bloodbath, that he figured out that the blood all
over him was from Rude when his throat was slit.
***** Chapter 11 *****
Chapter Summary
     Everyone prepares for the Bacchanalia
“Is everything set for the Bacchanalia tomorrow?” Sephiroth asked Tifa during
dinner.
“Yes, my Lord. And we’ve let the girl keep enough of her innocence and
princessly arrogance to make her a very entertaining centerpiece when we break
her completely.” Tifa replied, and she and Cloud smiled at each other, half
affectionately, and half lustfully.
“Very good.” Sephiroth told her, aware of the new rapport between his two most
loyal and trusted underlings. “Just remember, the Bacchanalia is your idea. If
it fails, so do you.”
“Yes, my Lord.” Tifa nodded obediently. She wasn’t worried, this was their
third annual Bacchanalia festival. She had suggested it to Sephiroth during the
first year of his reign as a way to endear himself to the populace, and it was
a smashing success. The two day party allowing people to fulfill any sexual
fantasy they wanted without repercussions convinced many that Sephiroth wanted
his subjects to be happy. Most villages had started hosting their own
Bacchanalias, but it was the original here at Jenova Castle that people would
go to great lengths to attend. An invitation became a status symbol, and the
recipient was greatly envied by their uninvited peers.
Later that night, Sephiroth was quietly prowling the halls, heading for Cloud
and Tifa’s room to follow up on his suspicions. As he drew nearer to their
door, he heard noises that he recognized as coming from Cloud. Quietly opening
their door enough to spy on them, he saw Cloud laid out on his bed, and Tifa on
top, riding him a bit roughly.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop!” Cloud begged in between loud moans.
“If you insist…” Tifa smiled and rode him harder still, until guttural cries
burst out of him as he climaxed.
“You’re incredible!” Cloud exclaimed as he sagged into the bed. Tifa could
dominate his body almost as well as Sephiroth could. “I don’t care if you can’t
give me children, Sephiroth was right, you’re still the perfect wife for me,
and you convinced that stupid blind girl to give us her children so we can have
the perfect family.”
Tifa frowned, the enjoyment of having her husband back dissipating not only
because he reminded her that he was still Sephiroth’s bitch, but his insulting
comments about Aerith made her want to bash his skull in. But Tifa was trained
to not let her emotions control her. She controlled others with their emotions.
Sephiroth left and went to his own bed, secure in the knowledge that Cloud
would never betray him. Tifa on the other hand…he would have to remind her of
her place.
 
***
 
“I’ve brought you enough food to last you while I’m hosting the Bacchanalia,
and I’m putting it here by the door. Your breakfast is by the fireplace as
usual. I’m sorry I have to rush off, but the show must go on.” Tifa kissed her
tenderly on the forehead and caressed her cheek before starting towards the
door.
“Have fun!” Aerith told her, wishing she could be by Tifa’s side at what
sounded like such a wonderful party if it was lasting for two full days.
“Next year you’ll get to be an honored guest.” Tifa promised her before locking
the door.
“That’s your mommy.” Aerith said, rubbing her stomach, trying not to feel
bereft of two whole days of without the woman she loved. She sighed and went to
go eat her breakfast.
As she left Aerith’s tower, Tifa wished she hadn’t promised Aerith that she
could attend next year’s Bacchanalia. She didn’t want Aerith subjected to all
the crude sexuality there…the thought of Aerith losing her sweet innocence and
turning into nothing but a cheap whore made Tifa sick. She pushed the matter
from her mind as she went to the kitchen for another breakfast tray and then to
the apothecary to pick up a couple pills, before heading to the dungeon. “I’ve
got something extra for your breakfast.” she told Yuffie as she entered her
cell.
“What is it?” Yuffie asked, though she wasn’t sure she really wanted to know.
“These.” Tifa pointed to the two pills on the tray. She put one of them in a
spoonful of the nutritious gruel they fed her for breakfast and lifted it up to
Yuffie’s lips.
“Wha…” Yuffie started to speak, only to have Tifa shove the spoon into her
mouth. Yuffie resisted the urge to spit it out, since that would only make Tifa
angry, and she would force Yuffie to take the pill another way.
“And this one you take with water.” Tifa handed her the second pill and a glass
of water. “Now hurry up and eat. We’ve got to finish getting you ready for
today.”
“T…today?” Yuffie’s hand holding the water glass started trembling.
“Yes, you’re the main event for the Bacchanalia, remember? It starts soon and
we need to turn you into such a beautiful centerpiece. Those pills are to
ensure you don’t get knocked up. You’re not worthy of being a mother yet. Now
eat!” Tifa snarled at her. “I won’t tolerate you making us late.”
Yuffie obeyed, her hands still shaking with fear of not only Tifa, but what was
obviously going to happen to her at the Bacchanalia. Her fear made Tifa smile,
it would make Yuffie’s debut all the more entertaining.
 
***
 
“That’s your outfit?” Zack asked Reno in disbelief. The now former Turk was
bare-chested, except for a tie covered with donkeys, oddly enough. He also had
leather shorts on that were so tight, they outlined him well enough that he
might as well have been naked. Combat boots completed his ensemble.
“I ain’t got nothing to be ashamed of with my body. Women used to fight over me
all the time in the good ol’ days.” Reno pridefully responded. “Are you going
to get dressed?”
Zack reluctantly removed his brand new outfit from the shopping bag and put it
on. There was a leather vest, deliberately a couple sizes too small so that it
had to remain open, leather cuffs for his wrist, and thin see-through silk
trousers. Reno had gotten him loafers for his footwear.
“Okay, let’s do this.” Reno said, grabbing their disguised weapons.
 
***
 
“You’re really very attractive.” Tifa told Yuffie once her grooming was
complete. “Now we’re going to get you into position. Your unveiling will take
place after the opening ceremony.”
“Unveiling?” Yuffie did feel pretty, and being pampered reminded her of her
childhood in the palace back home in Wutai.
“I told you, you’re the main event.” Tifa blindfolded and gagged Yuffie, then
tied her hands in front of her. “We’re not going to risk you losing your
prettiness until then. Let’s go.” She led Yuffie into the ballroom by the lead
rope around her wrists.
***** Chapter 12 *****
Chapter Summary
     The Bacchanalia starts
“Third time’s a charm, isn’t it?” Cloud asked Tifa as they finished getting
ready.
“For what?” Tifa made sure both her boot knives were secured and concealed,
having not forgotten Aerith’s warning about the two intruders. Tifa hadn’t
warned the guards though, she was curious about what would happen.
“This is the third Bacchanalia. I bet…” Cloud took his wife in his arms. “I bet
this will be the best one yet.”
“I think you’re right, as long as you keep it in your pants til the centerpiece
is unveiled.” she teasingly told him, since he was wearing his leather pants
that let it all hang out anyway. “You’ll want to save your strength for the
virgin sacrifice, after all.” Tifa smiled, appearing both beautiful and cruel
at the same time. “And don’t muss me up before it either!” Tifa checked herself
in the mirror one last time. She was wearing a short dark blue dress that
barely covered her firm bottom, and it had a plunging neckline to show off her
breasts and allow easy access to them as well. Tifa wore no panties and high
heeled boots. Her hair was done up in a chignon to keep it out of her way,
except for a few strands she kept down to frame her face. The only jewelry she
wore was a materia pendant necklace that Cloud had looted from somewhere and
given to her on their first anniversary, the materia dangling provocatively
between her breasts. It was inactive, and they had no idea what its power was,
but it was extremely pretty.
“Shall we go now, Lady Tifa?” Cloud held out his arm to her.
“Of course, Sir Cloud.” Tifa smiled as she took his arm and they headed to the
ballroom.
 
***
 
Reno and Zack stood in line in front of the castle, waiting to be allowed in by
the guards who were checking invitations. Zack was trying not to stare at all
the other attendees and their outfits. Some were dressed up as animals or
monsters. “Why are there so many kids here?” Zack asked Reno in a whisper.
“They’re not kids, you bloody fool! I told you, fifteen is the age of majority
now. Sephiroth did that to protect Lady Tifa’s ‘honor’ when she married Cloud.”
Reno’s voice barely concealed the hatred and contempt he felt for them all. He
patted his tie, having chosen to wear one covered with donkeys as his way to
let them know he thought they were all asses.
“You’re a handsome one.” One of the other guests standing in line told Zack.
“I’ll have to find you when the festivities start.”
Zack gulped nervously. He couldn’t tell if the guest was a man or a woman, and
blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Sorry, but I’m with him and
have no intention of straying.” He put his hand on Reno’s arm.
“Oh, don’t be such a tease.” Reno said to Zack calmly, even though he slapped
Zack’s hand off him rather angrily. “Don’t mind my cousin, it’s his first
Bacchanalia and he’s rather nervous about having too much fun. Strict
upbringing, you see.” Reno explained to the guest.
“Of course. Well, you needn’t worry. I can be gentle.” the guest smiled
flirtingly at Zack and lightly slapping his butt before standing patiently in
line again.
“Relax and blend in, damn you.” Reno warned Zack as they moved closed to the
entrance of the castle.
 
***
 
“I now present to you the Honorable Sir Cloud and his esteemed wife, the Lady
Tifa.” the captain of the guards announced, once all the guests were passed in
and the drawbridge was closed, securing them all inside. Cloud and Tifa
descended from the staircase and stopped at the bottom. “And it gives me great
honor to present our righteous leader, the God-King himself.” the captain
continued. Sephiroth was carried in on a substitute throne, and positioned at
the top of the staircase where he could view everything. All the guests
applauded wildly, though Zack hesitated and Reno’s eyes blazed with hatred.
“I hope you all enjoy yourself to the fullest at Jenova Castle’s third
Bacchanalia.” Tifa’s ringing voice was clearly heard by everyone there.
“Refreshments are provided.” Cloud gestured to the far wall, where three tables
sat. The first covered with fruit and appetizers, the second with champagne and
wine fountains, and the third with various aphrodisiacs and performance
enhancers, contraceptives, lubricants, and assorted sex toys. The ballroom
itself had been transformed into an elegant dungeon, not only with the usual
equipment, but beds and chaise lounges, some with privacy curtains. The middle
of the room was surprisingly clear.
“We’ve prepared something special for the opening ceremony this year.” Tifa
announced as she and Cloud walked arm in arm to the center of the room. Guards
then pushed in a small stage on wheels with a pair of steps on each side.
Whatever was on the stage was concealed by thick velvet stage curtains on
rails.
When the crowd started to get restless with anticipation, Sephiroth nodded, and
Cloud and Tifa flung their curtain open. “Behold, the Rose of Wutai!” they
exclaimed together.
Yuffie was kneeling in a sitting position on the stage and wearing a demure
white dress with a jeweled tiara on her head, and she was surrounded by roses.
She looked like the picture of innocence, except that she was still blindfolded
and gagged, and her hands were now bound behind her back. Tifa went up the
right steps, and Cloud the left, so that she was standing behind Yuffie, and he
in front of her. They smiled at each other as Tifa undid the blindfold. Yuffie
blinked, the sudden light hurting her eyes. Her mental stability was rather
shaky from the sensory deprivation. She had lost track of time, just sitting
there like Tifa had ordered her to do, with threats of horrific punishment if
she disobeyed. Yuffie had heard people moving about and doing things, even
talking amongst themselves, but no one paid her any attention. She couldn’t
see, so she didn’t know she was hidden from their sight by the velvet curtains.
Yuffie had begun to feel like she wasn’t real, but now they were paying
attention to her, and as her eyes adjusted to the lights, she was once again
confronted by Cloud’s exposed manhood.
“Say it!” Tifa hissed in Yuffie’s ear as she casually removed the gag.
“I…I humbly offer myself as a virgin sacrifice for the greatness of the God-
King.” Yuffie repeated the words Tifa had forced her to learn.
“Your offering is gracious indeed.” Sephiroth smiled benignly down at her.
“Prepare the sacrifice, Lady Tifa.”
Tifa kneeled behind Yuffie and unbound her hands, then carefully undressed
Yuffie so as not to dislodge the tiara, before starting to intimately caress
her. Yuffie’s eyes bugged out to have a women touch her so, having been brought
up to only know about relations between men and women, but Tifa knew what she
was doing. Soon Yuffie was enjoying it and moaning, and when Tifa felt her wet
enough, she nodded to Sephiroth.
“Her honor is now yours to take, First Knight.” he told Cloud.
Yuffie came to her senses at the sound of his voice, and she started to shake
her head when Tifa spread her legs apart and held them firmly as Cloud now
knelt in front of her. “No, please don’t!” Yuffie pleaded in vain. The tears
ran down her face as Cloud forcefully stole her innocence. When he had sated
himself, they let go of Yuffie and she slumped to the floor, crying harder.
Cloud and Tifa kissed each other as their hands roamed all over each other’s
bodies. “It’s a shame the world’s running out of virgins for you, isn’t it?”
Tifa remarked.
“We’re not done with her yet, remember?” Cloud fondled his wife’s breasts. She
was right, sex with Sephiroth was the best, followed by sex with her, and then
virgins…he didn’t understand it, but something about destroying their innocence
was thrilling for him.
“Of course not.“ Tifa smiled and kissed him again before nudging Yuffie. “On
all fours now. And I won‘t tell you again.” she ordered her. Yuffie didn’t know
why Tifa wanted her to do that, but she was too afraid to not obey, and when
Cloud now got behind her, Yuffie knew. She hung her head down and started
shaking. “You can cry all you want now.” Tifa told her. “After all, it’s your
father who did this to you, isn‘t it? Keep telling yourself that.”
Reno had to grab Zack’s arm and shake him a little to stop him from rushing the
stage to stop Cloud raping her. They were both close enough to the stage to
hear her whimpering in pain as Cloud eagerly sodomized her. “You blow our cover
now, we’re dead.” Reno quietly but fiercely reminded Zack, then looked around
to see if anyone had overheard, but thankfully they were all too busy watching
the spectacle on stage, except for a few who were already so turned on they
were going at it. The atmosphere of blatant sexuality was beginning to get to
Reno, and a slow smile formed on his face as he watched the stage. He wasn’t
interested in Yuffie, her body wasn’t developed enough for him, and rape was
anathema to him, since he had never needed to force a woman. Plus he felt
nothing but utter loathing for Tifa and Cloud, not to mention Sephiroth. But
being here was starting to reawaken urges in him that had been repressed for
far too long. “Come on, cousin, let’s go blend in.” Reno said as he pulled Zack
away from the stage and towards the refreshment tables.
***** Chapter 13 *****
Chapter Summary
     Everyone starts getting busy at the Bacchanalia
“You sure know how to make a man feel good.” Cloud told Yuffie as he cleaned
himself up
Tifa gripped Yuffie’s chin and forced the trembling girl’s head up so that she
was looking up at Sephiroth. “Now what do you have tell him?” she asked her.
“I hope my offering has pleased you, my Lord.” Yuffie said to Sephiroth.
“It was most entertaining.” Sephiroth replied. Watching Cloud eagerly defile
the girl had been very pleasing to him, and he would have Cloud entertain him
in return, but first…he looked directly into Yuffie’s eyes and she shivered.
There was something so overpowering in his gaze, but she couldn’t look away as
she felt her own will and identity shrivel up. “You will stay there as the
centerpiece until the Bacchanalia has ended for the enjoyment of the other
guests.”
“As my Lord commands.” Yuffie found herself saying. When he shifted his gaze to
Cloud, Yuffie blinked and shook her head, but obediently stayed on her hands
and knees on the stage.
Cloud looked at Sephiroth and nodded, getting down off the stage and heading up
the stairs to him. Tifa was helped down the stairs by her male admirers,
smiling graciously at them. At the first Bacchanalia, she had discovered there
were many handsome and virile men who would stand in line for their time with
her, so they could have bragging rights about enjoying Lady’s Tifa’s favor. Of
course, that was before she had Aerith’s love and Cloud had rediscovered his
desire for her. But as she saw Cloud race off to be Sephiroth’s bitch again,
she turned to the nearest male, taking his hand and leading him to the closest
chaise lounge.
“How may I serve you, my Lord?” Cloud asked Sephiroth as he approached him,
kneeling in front of the throne.
“You’re in the right position.” Sephiroth opened his robe slightly so that
Cloud could see his stiffened member. “I am glad that you enjoyed yourself.”
“Not as much I enjoy serving you, my Lord.” Cloud replied automatically.
Sephiroth clutched the armrests of his traveling throne tightly as Cloud’s lips
caressed him. “You have served me well indeed, Sir Cloud.” he said as Cloud
lovingly swallowed him.
“Have served you well?” Cloud asked fearfully as he wiped his mouth. “Have I
displeased you in some way?”
“Not at all, pet.” Sephiroth said reassuringly. “It was just an observation.”
“Thank you, my Lord.” Cloud sighed with relief. It wasn’t fear of punishment
that worried him, it was the thought of disappointing Sephiroth. Nothing scared
him anymore but that. “I couldn’t live with myself if I ever did displease
you.”
“I know.” Sephiroth pulled Cloud up into his lap and kissed him. “And I think
we should thank your wife for suggesting the Wutaian princess as worthwhile
entertainment.” He started gently stroking Cloud.
“You are too generous to us, my Lord.” Cloud breathed, reveling in the rare
occasion of having Sephiroth pleasure him.
“You deserve it. Now here’s what I want you to do to your wife…” Sephiroth gave
him his orders.
 
***
 
Zack reached for a wine glass and downed it in one gulp, making a face as he
did so. He wasn’t a drinking man, but after seeing that…vile…display on stage,
he either needed to get drunk or throw up. He hadn’t really believed Reno that
Cloud and Tifa had joined Sephiroth and turned evil, but now he had seen it
with his own eyes. It was hard enough stomaching Sephiroth becoming a villain,
but this…Zack almost wished he had rushed the stage to save Yuffie so he would
be killed. This was no kind of world to live in!
“Don’t you dare get yourself drunk.” Reno said. He didn’t want Zack to start
blabbing because he couldn’t hold his liquor. “Have something to eat now, then
go get yourself laid. I’m going to do a little recon myself. That redhead who
just grabbed some contraceptives will do nicely.” He had avoided redheads when
he was a Turk because he didn’t want to feel like he was fucking himself, but
that Reno was long dead, and he was now at a sex party hosted by the very
people that killed him. So he was determined to satisfy all his desires before
the night was through.
“How is that doing recon?” Zack snapped as he looked at the food available.
“I’ll take her where there’s a good vantage point and fuck her brains out so
she won’t notice me looking around, that’s how.” Reno had grabbed a fast-acting
aphrodisiac pill off the third table, and he now sneaked it into a cheesy puff
pastry appetizer that he then handed to Zack, who was none the wiser as he ate
it.
“Jerk.” Zack muttered under his breath as Reno walked up to the redhead, only
to disappear from sight with her moments later.
“Why aren’t you having fun yet?” A pretty brunette asked Zack as she approached
the first table.
Zack looked at her and was surprised to find himself visually tearing her
clothes off. “I was waiting for you.” he replied.
“Good.” she reached for a bunch of grapes with one hand and took hold of his
right hand with her other. “You can start having fun by eating these off me one
at a time.” she said, pulling a very willing Zack to the nearest bed.
 
***
 
“Are you thirsty?” Cloud asked Tifa as he approached the chaise lounge she was
sitting in, surrounded by half a dozen men. “I’ve brought you a glass of wine.”
he held out the tray with the single full glass on it.
Tifa looked askance at him for a moment, since he seemed overly eager for her
to take it, but she was feeling rather good from all the attention she was
getting that she thought nothing of it as she sipped it while teasing her
admirers.
***** Chapter 14 *****
Chapter Summary
     Everyone is enjoying the Bacchanalia...well, almost everybody
Aerith could faintly hear the Bacchanalia revelry up in her lonely tower. She
wasn’t sure if it was due to her condition or separation from Lady Tifa, or a
bit of both, but she was crying as she ate by herself. It was one of her
favorite foods, and plenty of it, to nourish the life growing inside her as
well. “Your mommy will love you so much.” she said to her stomach. She had
barely seen Lady Tifa lately because she was busy getting ready for the
Bacchanalia, so Aerith had started talking to the baby so she wouldn’t feel so
alone. Now without company for two full days, she found it nearly impossible to
stop. “That’s why we’re having you. You’re my gift of love to her, so she won’t
be shamed.”
Aerith remembered the day Tifa had suddenly started crying as they lay entwined
in front of the fire, and had sobbingly confessed to her that she couldn’t have
children, and how it was destroying her marriage. Aerith had been stunned as
she held the distraught woman in her arms…Tifa had done nothing but lovingly
take care of Aerith and her problems for so long, never hinting that she had
such trouble in her own life. Aerith never hesitated, she had offered herself
up as a surrogate. Tifa had protested such a sacrifice on Aerith’s part, but
Aerith had insisted, since she owed Tifa her life, and Tifa’s gratefulness had
made Aerith so happy that she could do something to help her.
 
***
 
“By the great God-King himself!” the redhead cried out as she clawed at Reno’s
back. Reno frowned, not liking her mentioning Sephiroth, it spoiled his own
release. “How come I’ve never seen you at the Bacchanalia before?” she asked
him while they were both catching their breath.
“Less talking, more moaning!” Reno told her as he entered her again. He was
pleased when she shut up. She ended up falling asleep or passing out when they
were done this time, he didn’t know or care, he was ready for someone else. It
had been so long since he felt anything but a deep need for vengeance, he’d
forgotten how much fun sex was, and he wanted to make up for lost time. He was
surprised at his stamina, wondering if the wine was laced with performance
enhancers…he had done five rounds with the redhead. He looked towards the
stage, hoping he wouldn’t be forced to take his turn with Yuffie, but if he
couldn‘t find someone else, he might have to. That’s when he caught sight of
Cloud carrying Tifa up the stairs to Sephiroth. He wondered why the bitch
wasn’t walking on her own, and kept an eye on them as an attractive blonde
approached him, and Reno wasted no time starting to fuck her brains out as
well.
 
***
 
“What did you do to me?” Tifa tried to demand of Cloud, but she couldn’t speak
properly, and her words were slurred. However, he still understood her.
“We wanted to thank you for all you’ve done with the Bacchanalia for us. You
worked so hard, you need some rest and relaxation. So I put a strong muscle
relaxant in your wine to help you. Now you get to rest in the comforting
presence of our Lord.” Cloud gently placed her limp body in Sephiroth’s lap.
“Now you need to take her place, making sure the guests are kept happy.”
Sephiroth told Cloud, dismissing him.
“Of course, my Lord.” Cloud bowed his head at Sephiroth before heading back
down the stairs.
“Now that we’re alone, I’d like to take this opportunity to remind you of your
position here.” Sephiroth made a slight movement, and Tifa winced. “Oh, I guess
I should tell you. It wasn’t just a muscle relaxant Cloud put in your wine, I
had it mixed with sadinado herbs, which as you know makes the body’s pain
receptors hyperactive.”
Tifa refused to cry out, even though he was making her hurt so bad she wanted
to scream, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her broken or
begging. She still had no control of her body, and her head was facing the
party down below, and she was shocked when she saw the man approach Yuffie…it
was impossible…he was dead, wasn’t he? Tifa would have smiled if she could
have. Sephiroth would pay for all he’d done!
 
***
 
“My father did this to me.” Yuffie had obeyed Tifa and kept repeating that
phrase over and over again, like a prayer mantra. For some reason it offered
her a bit of comfort when she was swarmed by guests once Sephiroth had declared
open season on her. She had thought Cloud and Tifa had violated her, but she
soon had the true meaning of the word shoved down her throat, and her other
orifices as well. Yuffie couldn’t escape though, despite being so abused…she
had no desire to leave the stage.
After the first dozen guests had their fun with her, she quit resisting. At
least someone mercifully blindfolded her again, after she had pleaded for it
constantly, never wanting to see another body for the rest of her life. She was
also gagged again, because the guests didn’t want to listen to her pleas or
mantra anymore. Yuffie just kept repeating it in her head, and when she was no
longer such a novelty and was left alone for a while, she just curled up into a
ball. She didn’t cry though, she was a dry well now…all her tears had been shed
when Cloud destroyed Yuffie the princess, and turned her into…she wasn’t even a
whore now, she had no rights of refusal or even reimbursement. She was just
Yuffie the sex toy, existing only for the enjoyment of others. Suddenly a hand
gently touched her shoulder, and the gag and blindfold were removed.
“It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you.” Zack told her.
***** Chapter 15 *****
Chapter Summary
     Reno tries to come to Zack's rescue
“You can hurt me if that‘s how you want to enjoy me.” Yuffie said.
“No, I want to get you out of here.” Zack told her quietly. “You want to go
back to Wutai and your father where you belong, don’t you?”
“My father did this to me!” Yuffie suddenly raged at him, then calmed down. “I
belong here, I can‘t leave. How do you want me?”
“Of course you can leave. Take my hand.” Zack said, and Yuffie immediately
obeyed, since he had finally given her a command. He started pulling her to the
left-hand stairs, but Yuffie freaked out when he tried to take her down them.
“No! I have to stay here! Let go of me!” Yuffie started hyperventilating in
panic over leaving the stage.
“And what do you think you’re doing?” One of the guards had come over, alerted
by Yuffie’s cries.
 
***
 
Sephiroth spotted Cloud and gestured for him to come up and retrieve his wife.
Tifa’s flesh disgusted him, but he did enjoy teaching her lessons. She was just
beginning to regain control of her body when Cloud came and picked her up,
avoiding touching the fresh marks on her.
“We really share everything now, don’t we? We‘ve both been taken by our Lord
the same way.” Cloud happily chatted about how this would bring them closer
together. “Did you ever feel more special?”
Tifa barely heard Cloud’s comments, she was thinking of Sephiroth’s taunts or
threats as he tortured her, about how she was a nobody who was only kept alive
because Cloud pitied her, and she had served her purpose to him now, since the
blind moronic slut could take her place as Cloud’s rightful wife, so their
children would be legitimate, and he’d have the Wutaian princess to please him.
Tifa had no idea how he had found out that Aerith was pregnant, since she
wasn’t going to tell anyone until after the Bacchanalia. Sephiroth had told
Tifa that she would be allowed to still serve him as captain of the guards
though.
“Please put me in a privacy bed and send the captain of the guards.” Tifa
finally spoke to Cloud.
“Alright.” Cloud found an unoccupied one and carefully set her down, kissing
her cheek.
 
***
 
“Dammit!” Reno saw Zack in trouble and urged his latest partner to hurry up. As
soon as she was done, he left to go to Zack’s aid, ignoring her asking if he
was coming back. “Doesn’t anyone here know how to use their mouth?” Reno
complained as he refastened his shorts on the way.
“What’s my idiot cousin done now?” he politely asked the guard who was
demanding answers from Zack.
“I’ll ask the questions.” the guard rudely responded. “He was trying to abduct
the ward of the castle.”
“I’m sure he wouldn’t do that. He’s too straight-laced.” Reno said casually,
then leaned conspiratorially towards the guard. “That’s probably what he was
doing, taking her to a bed, he refuses to have sex anywhere else, that’s why I
brought him here as my guest, he needs to loosen up.”
“He can tell it to Sir Cloud later.” the guard took hold of Zack’s arm and
started dragging him off when the captain of the guards stopped him.
“Let go of him.” he ordered the guard. “Lady Tifa has requested this man’s
presence.”
“But sir…he was trying to make off with the ward of the castle. He needs to
wait in a holding cell until Sir Cloud can deal with him.” the guard protested.
“Do you wish me to tell Lady Tifa that you are refusing to obey her?” the
captain replied coolly.
The guard blanched and let go of Zack’s arm. “No, sir.”
“Good.” the captain now took Zack’s arm and led him to a curtained bed.
 
***
 
“What did my cousin want with you?” Reno demanded of Yuffie.
“He thought I wanted to go home.” she replied.
“You don’t want to?” That surprised Reno. Why would she want to be here?
“All I want is for you to enjoy yourself.” Yuffie looked up at him and smiled.
“How do you want me?” She put her hands on his bare chest and started caressing
him.
“I don’t want you.” Reno said coldly, grabbing her hands in his tightly and
shoving them away. “Don’t ever touch me if I haven’t told you to.” He was
thinking about the predicament Zack got himself in, mentally cursing his
stupidity, when Reno couldn’t risk doing anything yet that would tip their
hand.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.” Yuffie apologized and Reno let go of
her hands. “You…you don’t want me?” she asked in a small voice.
“No, I don’t.“ Reno privately agreed with Zack that at fifteen, Yuffie was
still a child, despite the new law of the land, and would have only fucked her
as an absolute necessity for his mission if he would have been suspect not to
try her and he was that desperate for release, but there were enough willing
real women that he felt his dick was at risk of permanent friction burn, so he
had no use for her at all.
“But…but you have to enjoy me! You have to!” Yuffie fell to the floor,
distraught and panicking again, this time in total fear of disobeying
Sephiroth’s other dictate to her, that she was just there for the enjoyment of
the guests. “Please take your enjoyment! Please!” She was as close to a mental
breakdown as she had ever been since she had been taken prisoner.
As Reno looked down at her, he unexpectedly felt something else he hadn’t felt
in years…pity. Vague memories surfaced of Tseng talking about the ‘Proud
Princess of Wutai‘ and how her skill at thievery was only matched by her
rebelliousness. Tseng had even mentioned offhandedly once that he had been
considered as a prospective husband for her, but wasn’t too keen on her wild
ways or waiting for her to grow up. Now that ’Proud Princess’ was so broken
that she was crumpled at his feet, basically begging him to rape her. “I
enjoyed you telling me about your conversation with my cousin.” he told her
gruffly.
“Really?” Yuffie perked up hopefully.
“Yeah, whatever.” Reno felt uncomfortable now, unused to feeling sympathy with
all he had seen and done not only as a Turk, but everything he had to do
afterwards to survive, and was about to leave her when the guard who had
harassed Zack showed up.
“Hey buddy, you done with her?” he asked Reno. “It’s my break time.”
“Yeah, I’m done.” Reno stepped away from Yuffie, heading towards the stairs
when another guard came on stage.
“Come here.” the first guard ordered Yuffie, who immediately went over to him.
“How do you want to enjoy me?” she asked him.
“On your knees, wench. My partner here wants you too, understand?” he told her.
“Of course. I’m for all to enjoy.” she replied brightly as she knelt down,
smiling almost idiotically at both of them.
“You’re a pretty thing.” the second guard as he also knelt down, right behind
her and pinched her bottom hard.
Reno left the stage then, feeling disgusted as Yuffie took the first guard in
her mouth while the second guard took her up the ass, happily grunting like the
pigs they were. Zack was right to want to get Yuffie out of there, Reno
thought, and he owed it to Tseng to save her, if that was even possible.
“There you are. Lady Tifa also wants to talk to you too, you lucky bastard.”
The captain of the guards said as he appeared next to Reno, then looked at his
subordinates on the stage. “As soon as you’ve satisfied yourselves, back to
your posts!” he ordered them before turning back to Reno. “This way, if you
please.” the captain tapped the hilt of his sword casually with one hand, but
the warning was unmistakable as he gestured in the right direction with his
other hand.
***** Chapter 16 *****
Chapter Summary
     Reno finds out how Rude died. And some of this chapter won't make
     sense until the end of the story.
The captain of the guards moved the privacy curtain aside and shoved Zack next
to the bed. “Here is the man you wanted, Lady Tifa.”
“Thank you, Barret. Was he alone?” Tifa asked him.
“No, he came here with his cousin.” Barret replied.
“Interesting…in five minutes, fetch me the cousin as well.” she ordered him.
“Yes, Lady Tifa.” Barret departed to find the cousin and keep an eye on him
until the five minutes were up. He flexed his new prosthetic hand, having been
ordered to replace his gun arm when he became captain of the guards. His new
prosthetic was still weaponized though, as a flamethrower. The only problem was
that he had to keep the small fuel tank in his arm full at all times, and it
only worked for short periods of time, but when you could shoot flames out of
your hand, you didn’t need much time to win a fight anyway.
Zack listened to the exchange, feeling the dread in his stomach growing. He
felt like he had just been sent to the principal’s office, in a school where
corporal and capital punishment were forms of entertainment. And being this
close to Tifa as she lay propped up in the bed, she was so different from the
girl he remembered…she may have grown up into a beautiful woman, but there was
something chilling lurking under her attractive surface. And her beauty was
slightly marred by how strained she seemed right now, and the bruises on her
neck might have something to do with it. They were in the shape of a large hand
with somewhat slender fingers. Who was beating her? Was that why she seemed to
have no humanity anymore?
“Get on the bed.” she commanded him.
“Excuse me?” That was the last thing Zack had expected her to say, but he
cautiously sat on the very edge of the bed, trying to figure a way to get away
from her without arousing suspicion.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve had an unwilling bedmate.” Tifa smiled in a
way that made Zack feel like he had just turned into a giant bullseye. “Now
strip and mount me.” she ordered him, her smile fading into a warning frown.
“I don’t think…” Zack started to say when Tifa suddenly lunged forward and
grabbed the sunglasses off his face.
“I knew it was you! Only the honorable Zack Fair would have to be told
repeatedly to get into bed with me.” Tifa spat out the word honorable and her
face turned ugly as she backhanded him with all her might. “How dare you show
up here, still the same, while the rest of us had to…how dare you!” she ranted
at him, her voice full of venomed madness. “I should summon the guards right
now…those mako eyes alone are enough reason to have you executed!” Tifa finally
calmed down just as Reno appeared, shoved in by Barret. “That will be all for
now, Captain. Go enjoy yourself with the centerpiece.” Tifa wanted to get rid
of him before he saw Zack’s eyes.
“Thank you, Lady Tifa.” Barret bowed his head briefly before heading to the
stage.
“Now, I was just about to tell your cousin here that I have no interest in
having either of you executed yet. I think we can help each other, since we
probably all want the same thing…a regime change.” Tifa stared hard at Reno,
trying to place him. He looked almost familiar, but not quite. “Who are you?”
she asked him.
“Call me Slick.” he retorted, not at all trusting of her help. “You’ve already
met my cousin Carson.”
“You can’t be First Class, they’re all dead, or at least all but two. So if you
want my help, you’ll tell me who you are.” Tifa snapped at him. “It really
doesn’t matter to me if you live or die, after all I don’t need your help.”
Tifa pointed out while she and Reno just glared at each other until Zack spoke
up.
“He’s the last of the Turks.” Zack admitted.
“So that’s why…” Tifa said, remembering that day.
***
 
Tifa kept her face expressionless as she surveyed the carnage. She checked the
bodies of the Turks still intact for vital signs. Her life was nothing but
death and destruction now, and she was becoming used to it, especially once her
barren state was discovered. Tifa considered it a double-edged sword, she felt
blessed to not bring a child into ugliness surrounding her now, while at the
same time feeling like she was also being punished for what she had become, and
she involuntarily shuddered at the punishment Sephiroth with Cloud’s help had
already put her through. She approached the scene of the explosion and the two
stacked bodies. The man on top turned his head to look at her as she stepped up
to them.
“He’s dead too.” Rude told Tifa. “You don’t have to check him. See?” Rude
grabbed one of Reno’s arms, lifting it up and dropping it, glad Reno’s
unconscious state made him suitably limp.
Tifa stared at Rude for a few moments before looking to see if Sephiroth or
Cloud was watching her, then shrugged. “Fine, but you still have to die.”
“I know.” Rude said. “Just please leave his body alone.”
“I will.” Tifa promised as she picked up a sharp piece of metal shrapnel off
the ground and crudely slit Rude’s throat, almost enjoying it as the start of
her sometimes not-so-subtle rebellion against Sephiroth’s orders.
 
***
“You!” Reno nearly shouted as he shot forward, pinning Tifa down onto the bed
and starting to strangle her. “I could kill you for that alone.” Reno snapped
at her, thinking of how he only survived after that day by breaking into all
the Turks’ residences, including his own, and stealing whatever money and
valuables he could find to change his appearance and live off of until he could
avenge them. He died a second death having to rob their graves, so to speak,
and a dozen more times since that day.
“You won’t kill me though, because of what I can offer you.” Tifa calmly
replied when Zack pulled Reno off her enough for her to speak again.
“That’s not why I won’t kill you.” Reno said when Tifa had finished explaining
her offer. “It’s because you’re already dead…you’re nothing but a rotting
corpse.” Reno sneered at her as he turned to Zack. “Come on, let’s get Yuffie
and get out of here.” He pushed opened the curtain for Zack to leave first.
“We’ll find Aerith for you later, if she’s still alive.”
Tifa felt something snap inside her when Reno said Aerith’s name, and she
launched herself off the bed, tackling Zack, and they rolled on the floor til
they collided with the stage. “No! You can’t have her!” Tifa screamed at Zack
as she started hitting him repeatedly.
 
***
 
“Here’s the girl, my Lord.” Cloud told Sephiroth. “She’s still alive, but her
eyes are bleeding. Shall I kill her now?”
“I’ve got a better idea for her, if she lives.” Tifa interrupted, looking at
the injured girl. “If she really is an Ancient, she could breed with Cloud, and
his children would be Ancients as well.”
“That is worth keeping her alive for.” Sephiroth agreed.
“But I think it would be best if she volunteered to do it, in case she could
cause herself to lose the babies.” Tifa continued.
“And why would she want to herself into a brood mare?” Sephiroth questioned
her.
“Because she’ll want to please her caretaker.” Tifa smiled sweetly.
“Very well.” Sephiroth nodded. “See to it…but she’ll be your responsibility, so
if she fails, so do you, and you will have suffer her atonement as well as your
own, understand?”
“Yes, my Lord. I will not fail!” Tifa swore, and she found a first aid kit,
gently cleaning the blood off Aerith’s face. The girl was unconscious, which
made it easier. And she looked so fragile that Tifa didn’t foresee any trouble
with breaking her, but she was going to do it carefully, making sure she’d end
up with someone as devoted to her as Cloud was to Sephiroth. “You hear that?”
Tifa asked her. “You’re mine now, and you always will be!”
***** Chapter 17 *****
Chapter Summary
     All hell breaks loose at the Bacchanalia and the bodies start
     falling. One more chapter to go!
The sudden commotion attracted everyone’s attention. Barret was closest to the
fight, since he was sating himself with Yuffie. He speeded up the best he
could. Sephiroth had been just about to start whipping Cloud, but he removed
Cloud’s blindfold instead. Cloud ran for his Buster sword and called out for
the guards, while Sephiroth made a gesture and his katana appeared in his hand
as he stalked down the steps towards the fracas.
When Reno saw Tifa reaching for one of her boot knives, he kicked her in the
head and grabbed Zack, heading towards the drawbridge controls when a jet of
flame barely missed them. Barret wasn’t that far behind them, and their escape
was hampered by the panicked partiers trying to figure out where to go. “You
head left out the nearest exit you can find, I’ll go right and draw his fire.”
Reno ordered Zack even as he shoved him away.
“Don’t let them get away!” Tifa yelled to the guards as she stood up. “Not all
the Turks were killed…they want her back!” she shouted next to Sephiroth and
Cloud. Sephiroth frowned…the worthless bitch had screwed up for the last
time…after the Bacchanalia, he’d have Cloud kill her and marry the blind slut.
Reno dodged Barret’s flames, trying to get him to ignite the furniture. He was
somewhat successful, and smoked started filling the ballroom. The guards had no
choice but to let the drawbridge down so people could escape. He was pissed off
at having to run for his life, but Zack had fucked everything up with his
innate honesty. He looked around for him, and spotted Cloud and Zack just
staring at each other in front of the stage, and decided to seize the
opportunity. He grabbed a wine glass and broke it, holding the jagged stem firm
in his hand as he ran for the stage.
When Reno separated from him, Zack saw Yuffie still on the stage, just sitting
there. He tried to reach the stage quickly, but he had to fight his way through
the fleeing guests, and his one eye was quite swollen from Tifa‘s blows, so it
was hard to see through. As soon as he finally made it there, he came face to
face with Cloud, and he stared at the Buster sword Cloud was wielding. “You…you
took my sword?” Zack asked him.
Cloud ran back into the ballroom once he had retrieved the Buster sword, but
the guests were freaking out, and instead of reaching the drawbridge, he found
himself at the stage, confronted by his past. “Zack?” Cloud asked in disbelief.
He didn’t know he was going into shock as a living reminder of who he had once
been, before Sephiroth broke him, stood right in front of him. “You’re…you’re
not real!” he shouted wildly at Zack. Those were the last words Cloud ever
spoke, as Reno reached them and plunged the broken wineglass stem into Cloud’s
neck, expertly cutting open his jugular.
“Cloud!” Sephiroth screamed in anguish as he saw Cloud fall to the ground, his
lifeblood pouring out of him. He stabbed and sliced everyone in his way to
reach the stage, dropping his katana as he fell to the floor as well. He pulled
Cloud’s body to him, oblivious to everything else. This wasn’t happening!
Sephiroth told himself…not Cloud, not to the only person whose loyalty he could
always trust!
Tifa also paused as she saw Cloud fall, unable to identify all the emotions
that suddenly assailed her. When she saw Sephiroth drop his katana, they all
vanished, replaced by intense hatred. She couldn’t pass up this chance…she ran
towards the stage and picked up his katana. “You killed him!” Tifa yelled as
she swung the giant sword. Sephiroth’s head was cut cleanly off his body, and
it bounced onto the stage, stopping only when it collided with Yuffie, who
stared at it for a few seconds before she started screaming hysterically.
When Barret ran out of fuel for his prosthetic flamethrower, the ballroom was
turning into a raging inferno, so after he ordered the guards to lower the
drawbridge, he joined the group gathered by the stage. He blinked as he saw
Sephiroth’s headless body clutching Cloud’s pale body to him in a death grip.
Tifa was still holding onto the katana, a chilling smile on her face as she
watched the blood drip off the blade. “What are your orders, Lady Tifa?” he
asked her while Zack tried to get Yuffie to calm down. He was unsuccessful, so
Reno knocked the girl out and threw her over his shoulder before they headed
for the drawbridge. “Lady Tifa!” Barret exclaimed as he saw the stage start to
catch fire. “We have to get out of her before it’s too late!”
“It’s too late.” Repeating the words snapped Tifa out of her reflections, and
she knelt down, closing Cloud’s eyes and grabbing the Buster sword before
letting Barret lead her safely outside. Looking around at the frightened
guests, she spotted Reno and Zack, with an unconscious Yuffie on the ground
between them, her naked body wrapped in a sheet they must have grabbed on their
way out. She was about to approach them and thank them for their help when she
heard her name being called. It didn’t make sense to her at first, then she
realized it was coming from the eastern tower.
“Lady Tifa! Lady Tifa!” Aerith’s voice was frantic as she called out for her.
Aerith had opened the window to hear the Bacchanalia better, and had become
terrified at the thought of Tifa in danger when she started smelling the smoke
and hearing people screaming as they fled the castle.
“Aerith!” Zack shouted, recognizing her voice. He and Reno ran for the tower,
Tifa handing the Buster sword to Barret and chasing after them.
“She‘s mine! She‘s all mine!” Tifa screamed at them with all her might, but it
slowed her down enough that they had already broken open the door and Zack was
running up the stairs while Reno stayed behind to stop Tifa, or at the very
least slow her down.
Zack found another locked door at the top of the tower, and managed to force it
open. “Aerith! What’s…what’s happened to you?” he asked when he saw her white
eyes.
“Who…who are you?” Aerith put her hands protectively over her stomach as she
backed herself against the wall by the window. “Where is the Lady Tifa?”
“It’s me, Aerith. Your old friend Zack. Don’t you remember me?” He stayed in
the doorway, not wanting to scare her more when she was so close to an open
window.
“Z…Zack? You’re supposed to be dead!” she blurted out.
“I’m not. I’m here to rescue you.” he told her gently as he approached her
carefully.
“What?” Aerith was stunned by his statement. “I don’t need to be rescued!”
Zack stared at her. Why did the women here want to remain captive? First
Yuffie, now Aerith. Had everyone gone insane? “I’m going to take you where it’s
safe, okay?” He took hold of one of her hands and started leading her to the
stairs, but Tifa came charging up as they stood at the top of them.
“Don’t take her away from me!” Tifa raged as she threw herself at Zack.
“You were going to separate us?” Aerith shrieked in outrage. “You can’t, I
belong to her! You‘re not my friend!” She struggled and pushed Zack away from
her.
The crack of the banister breaking echoed throughout the tower as Zack fell
over the top ledge of the four-story stairwell, taking Tifa with him. Reno was
stumbling up the stairs, clutching his shoulder where Tifa had stabbed him with
one of her boot knives, when she and Zack fell past him, both screaming out
Aerith’s name. He heard the sickening sound they made when they landed, and the
ensuing silence was deafening as he stopped to catch his breath. Moments later,
Aerith came crawling down the stairs, crying piteously for Tifa.
Reno grabbed hold of Aerith and stood her upright. “Hey there. It’s okay,
you’re safe now. It’s me, Reno. The Turks never leave a job undone as long as
one of us is still standing.”
***** Chapter 18 *****
Chapter Summary
     The conclusion. It's a busy day at the castle.
One year later
Godo Kisaragi and his three sons nervously walked into the newly refurbished
throne room. Plants were everywhere, and the Jenova monstrosity was gone.
“All your weapons, please.” Barret stood before them, holding a silver tray.
Once he had intimidated them into filling up the tray, he placed it on a stand
in the middle of the room, then went and struck a small golden bell hanging
behind the new smaller throne.
 
***
 
“The Wutaians are ready for you now, Your Majesty.” Aerith quietly opened the
door and made her announcement, being magically attuned to the ringing of the
bell.
“Figures. We’ll have to take this up another time.” Reno said, his lips
hovering above Tifa’s bare breasts for a moment before he got out of bed and
started getting dressed.
Tifa made a pouty face, and then sighed. “Fine. Go tell the prison warder to
make sure he gets fed and groomed properly for the opening ceremony of the
Bacchanalia.” she ordered Reno. “You too.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.” he replied, slightly mocking as he headed out the door,
knowing she hadn‘t been referring to the warder himself.
“I’m sorry to have interrupted your alliance meeting with him, Your Majesty.”
Aerith told Tifa.
“No worries, there’ll always be time for that. And we’re alone now, you can
still call me Lady Tifa. You more than have the right to be the only person
allowed to use my name, you know that by now, don’t you? After all, I owe you
my life too.” Tifa reminded her as she put her royal robes on.
 
***
 
Reno walked down to the dungeon, not that disappointed at missing out on sex
with Tifa. He still thought of her as a psychotic bitch and he didn’t trust her
at all, even if she had kept her promise she made him at the Bacchanalia last
year, but he was willing to play along.
“You won’t kill me though, because of what I can offer you.” Tifa calmly
replied when Zack pulled Reno off her enough for her to speak again. “You help
me, I can restore the Turks’ honor. How would you like them to be hailed as
heroes who fought to the last man to protect the last Ancient from the evil
God-King? I’ll even give you the Wutai nation if you want that as well.
Reno wasn’t interested in ruling anything, but Tifa had found the one thing he
wanted more than vengeance, and she had followed through with it. A memorial
was being constructed at the scene of their slaughter, with a statue of Tseng
and the other senior Turks. Reno never planned to visit it though, he would
feel too weird seeing a memorial statue of himself. And when Tifa took over the
throne, the first thing Reno did was get his tattoos redone. His hair was
almost back to normal as well. He gave the prisoner warder his orders, then
went to find Yuffie to make sure the guards were leaving her alone.
 
***
 
Tifa entered the throne room in a stately walk, Aerith behind her, holding the
train of Tifa’s royal robes. When Tifa stopped in front of the throne, Aerith
let go and Tifa gracefully sat down in the throne and crossed her legs. Aerith
bowed to her before turning and kneeling in front of the throne so that she
faced the four Wutaians. They gasped to see the materia they had paid in
tribute last year adorning Tifa’s delicate tiara and bracelets, and fragments
of materia acquired elsewhere had been woven into her richly decorated robes.
She also wore a dark materia pendant, which was the only inactive materia she
wore. The rest of the inactive materia in the castle treasury had been lovingly
enchanted by Aerith to work for Tifa.
“We welcome the House of Kisaragi to the Castle of the Cetra.” Aerith told the
Wutaians. “I am the Divine Empress’ handmaiden, to be addressed as Lady Aerith.
Thank you for bringing your tribute.”
“We…we didn’t bring a tribute.” Godo cleared his throat, feeling unnerved by
her white unseeing eyes.
Tifa leaned forward slightly. “Please go to the nursery and send our nanny and
her guardian to me, Lady Aerith.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.” Aerith rose up and walked out the back door.
“Captain, please show them what happens to those who fail to pay me the proper
respect.” Tifa ordered Barret once Aerith was safely out of earshot.
 
***
 
“Her Majesty requests your presence in the throne room.” Aerith said as she
walked into the nursery. Over the past year, Tifa had taken the time away from
enforcing obedience to her leadership to get Aerith familiarized with the
castle so she could find her own way around, ordering tactile markers installed
in hallways and onto doors to help her.
“Right away, Lady Aerith.” Yuffie replied. “I have just finished changing their
diapers. Do you want to hold them in the rocking chair?”
“Yes, I would.” Aerith recognized the hand that safely led her through the toys
on the floor to the rocking chair as Reno’s. “She wants you there too, Sir
Reno.” Aerith said as she sat down in the rocking chair.
Reno frowned, not liking to be called that. “Sure thing.” he agreed.
“Here is Storm first.” Yuffie handed the girl to Aerith first, then went and
picked up the baby boy out of the crib. “And here’s Strife.” Once Aerith safely
had a hold of her twins, Yuffie put on her gloves and knee wraps, and handed
her leash to Reno.
Once she heard them leave, Aerith started talking to her children as she
started rocking. “I wish I could see you both. Your real mommy was so glad you
have golden hair just like your father.” She remembered the difficult birth and
how Tifa had stayed by her side the whole time, and was so overjoyed that
Aerith delivered two healthy babies, a boy and a girl. Tifa had insisted on
sleeping with Aerith and the babies that first night, and Aerith had felt so
grateful for the love Tifa freely gave her, especially when Tifa had finally
confessed the horrors she had endured under Sephiroth’s reign. But she had been
helpless to do anything about it until Reno and Zack joined forces with her to
overthrow him, making her a widow in the process. All that was left of him now
were the twins, Cloud’s body had been cremated in the fire. “I’m sure you’ll
grow up to be a beautiful woman, Storm. And you Strife, you’ll be a First
Knight just like your father, then you can take over from your uncle.” Aerith
jiggled the sleepy babies before she began singing a Cetran song her own birth
mother had sang to her as a child.
 
***
 
Reno kept his face neutral as Yuffie followed him out the door on all fours.
She refused to walk any other way now, unless ordered to, like when she was
taking care of the babies. That was her other hangup, she wouldn’t do anything
anymore unless she was ordered to. Reno had been busy over the past year, as
somewhat of a diplomat to Wutai to smooth over any trouble with Tifa now
occupying the planetary throne, getting the nobility there used to him, trading
on his former position as second-in-command to Tseng, a man whose family was
well-respected in the Wutaian aristocracy.
When he was at the castle, Yuffie was his shadow, at least until the babies
came and she was ordered to care for them. She had seemed to attach herself to
Reno for some reason, and he felt himself becoming rather protective of her.
She was little more than child herself, despite the intense forced sexual
education she had undergone, not to mention the psychological torture or
brainwashing she had been subjected to, some of it Tifa did herself, the rest
she left to the guards. Yuffie would live in the barracks if Reno was gone, and
the first time he came back, he found her there tied to a bed, left alone while
all the guards were all working or eating. She had smiled at him, asking again
if he wanted to enjoy her yet. He had quit protesting Tifa’s plans for the two
of them that day.
 
***
 
Godo looked in horror at the smoldering corpses of his sons as Barret refueled
his arm. “Wh…why have you violated our treaty?” was all the shocked man could
think of to say.
“You had no treaty with me.” Tifa calmly pointed out. “I think Wutai is ready
for new leadership.”
“My people will never accept anyone but a Kisaragi as their leader!” Godo
exclaimed.
“Exactly.” Tifa smiled sweetly at Godo who realized he was done for, before she
nodded at Barret, who went and opened the back door. Reno walked in, leading
Yuffie behind him to the middle of the room.
“Heel.” Reno told Yuffie, and she obediently sat down in a kneeling position in
front of the silver tray full of weapons, angling her bent legs outward,
opening her mouth slightly and resting her hands on her thighs, curled up as if
holding something. Her now long hair was elaborately braided. The short summer
dress didn’t cover her genitals in that position, and she looked like the sex
doll she had been turned into. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened more as
she saw her father.
“I had promised your wife that Yuffie would be returned, if she brought me the
black materia. Unfortunately she died in the process.” Tifa casually fingered
the dark materia pendant she was wearing. “But I’m one to keep my word, so here
she is. What do you have to say to your father, Yuffie?”
A puzzled look came over Yuffie‘s face for a few moments before she knew what
Tifa meant. “You…you did this to me.” Yuffie quietly said to her father, but
wouldn‘t look at him.
“Say it again, louder.” Tifa ordered her, leaning forward.
“You did this to me!” Yuffie blurted out.
“Again!” Tifa demanded of her.
“You did this to me!” Yuffie screamed, standing up and finally looking at her
father, slapping one hand to her throat and the lace choker she wore as her
collar. She didn’t even know her other hand reached onto the silver tray and
grabbed a knife as she approached her stunned father. She couldn’t stop saying
it now. “You did this to me! You did this to me!” Yuffie charged Godo, stabbing
him and continuing to yell at him. He fell to the floor and she kept stabbing
him long after he was dead, trying to kill the memories seeing him brought
back. She finally stopped, sobbing brokenly. Reno took the knife out of her
hand, and she turned to him for comfort.
Tifa leaned back in her throne, a cruel smile of satisfaction on her face. All
of Yuffie’s innocence was now gone, since she had taken her father’s life. She
was the only Kisaragi left, and she would obey any order from Tifa. “I’m glad
you enjoyed your wedding present, Yuffie. I know it’s a little early, but
that’s how politics is, it’s not convenient for anyone’s schedule. Now go get
ready for the opening ceremony of the Bacchanalia, both of you.” Tifa told
them.
A maid ran in then, bowing to Tifa. “Your Majesty, the artist is here with the
portrait, he’s finally finished it.”
Tifa nodded. “Very well, send him in.”
He passed Reno and Yuffie on his way out, avoiding making eye contact with them
when he saw the blood on Yuffie. He was pushing a handtruck, with a large
covered rectangular item on it.
“I hope this is to your satisfaction.” the man said as he bowed to Tifa before
unwrapping the portrait once she had given him permission.
Her smile was now genuinely happy as she looked at his work. “That will do.
It’s ready for you to hang up.” Tifa gestured to the spot on the wall where it
was to go, right above the throne so all visitors could see it. “Captain,
please pay the man on his way out.” Once they left, Tifa got off the throne and
turned around, smiling again at she looked at the portrait of Aerith sitting in
the throne, holding the twins on her lap. Tifa herself was standing behind the
throne, her hands possessively on Aerith’s shoulders. The artist had the good
sense not to alter Aerith’s eyes. Tifa had killed the first two painters when
their portraits had Aerith with regular eyes. She had made it abundantly clear
to this third artist that Aerith’s white eyes were beautiful and not to be
changed.
 
***
 
“I present to you Her Royal Majesty, the Divine Empress!” Barret told the
guests. The guards carried her palanquin in, and she gracefully dismounted with
Barret’s help.
“For the opening ceremony, we’re going to do something a little different.”
Tifa said as she took her place on the stage. “Bring them in!” she ordered the
guards.
Reno and Yuffie entered the ballroom first, followed by Aerith and Zack. Both
men were wearing tuxedos, except Zack was shackled and his eyes were a little
unfocused. Aerith and Yuffie were wearing beautiful gowns, holding a bouquet of
roses. Each couple positioned themselves in front of a stand with a silver tray
on it, bearing a jeweled dagger and a ribbon. She repeated the wedding ritual
Sephiroth had married her to Cloud with for each couple, starting with Zack and
Aerith.
“Lady Aerith, do you promise to always honor Zack as your husband?” she asked
Aerith after she had tied their wrists together.
“Yes, Your Majesty.” Aerith replied immediately.
“Zack Fair, do you promise to protect and cherish Aerith as your beloved wife?”
Tifa asked him.
Zack stared at her and blinked, realizing he had been asked a question. “Yes,
Your Majesty.” he replied, repeating what he heard Aerith say.
“And do you both promise that serving me will supersede any personal
relationship you have with each other?” Tifa now asked both of them.
“Yes, Your Majesty.” They both answered.
 
Tifa picked up the jeweled dagger and sliced both of their palms and then
clasped their hands together. “As you now share your blood, so do you share the
rest of your lives. I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride.”
Aerith had to initiate the kiss, Zack was still a bit slow to understand what
was going on. Tifa then repeated the ritual with Yuffie and Reno. A girl in
Yuffie’s condition was the last kind of wife he wanted, when he had on
extremely rare occasions even thought about being married. But he wanted to get
her away from Tifa and back home in Wutai. She might have ended up as Tseng’s
wife after all, and since he was dead, as his second-in-command, Reno had to
step up. Her behavior as she killed her father suggested there might be
something salvageable in the human wreckage she now was. Being in familiar
surroundings where she lived before she was raped and tortured should help.
Reno had no qualms about leaving Aerith with Tifa, she was safer here than she
would be anywhere else. His last mission was to protect her from Sephiroth, and
he was dead now. Besides, Aerith would be a target by quite a few anti-
government groups out in the real world that he had run across in recent years.
He had watched the Tifa and Aerith carefully over the past year, and while Tifa
could be quite brutal when she felt like it, he had never heard her even raise
her voice to Aerith or look at her harshly, in fact she was only gentle and
loving with her, and Aerith gave new meaning to the term ‘blind adoration‘ in
regards to her deep devotion towards Tifa, despite that they were both
headcases as far as he was concerned. And Tifa was definitely insanely
protective of Aerith, not only physically but of her ‘innocence‘ as well,
shielding her from the dirty work and perversion all around them. Any guard
Tifa noticed so much as looking the wrong way at Aerith would be missing at
least one body part if they were ever seen again. Reno was sure the world
itself would have to be on the brink of extinction before she would let any
harm come to Aerith, now that she had the materia to do so...
“Where is Lady Tifa?” Aerith cried to Reno as he held her upright. “Please,
take me to her!”
“Yeah, you can reassure yourself that you’re safe now. Sorry it took so long to
rescue you.” Reno said, misunderstanding the reason for her tears.
“Why do you and Zack think I needed to be rescued? Lady Tifa did that…she’s
done nothing but take care of me. I love her! That’s why I’m having her baby!”
Aerith exclaimed.
Reno didn’t know what to say to that, so he just led her the rest of the way in
silence, wondering if they had made her crazy as they had Yuffie. It had been
years since he saw her last after all, plenty of time for them to warp her.
“Here she is, on the floor in front of you.” Reno said when they stopped in
front of Tifa and Zack’s bodies, pools of blood under each of them.
Aerith dropped to her hands and knees, crawling over to her. “Lady Tifa?” she
asked fearfully. “Lady Tifa? No…please don’t leave me and our baby!” Aerith
began sobbing hysterically as she felt Tifa’s cold body. One of her hands
slipped in the blood, and her other hand put her hand on Tifa’s chest to steady
herself, making contact with the materia pendant Tifa was wearing, that Cloud
had given her for their anniversary. Suddenly it started glowing as Aerith
touched it, and a soft red globe of light engulfed Aerith and Tifa. Reno and
Aerith both heard a loud squawk, then the globe of light burst open and Tifa
gasped as her wounds were healed.
“The Phoenix materia…I thought that was only a legend.” Reno muttered under his
breath, not at all happy with this development.
Tifa saw Aerith crying over her hysterically. “No need for tears. Didn’t I say
I’d never leave you?”
Aerith nodded happily. “Yes, you did.” She smiled through her tears and Tifa
pulled Aerith to her, kissing her. Reno’s jaw dropped open as he stared at
them.
Reno kissed Yuffie quickly on the lips when Tifa pronounced them married. “Come
on, let’s go start the honeymoon.” he told Yuffie, picking her up and carrying
her out of the ballroom to raucous cheers by the revelers who thought they
didn’t want an audience. He took Yuffie outside to the courtyard, where his
brand new helicopter was, it his wedding gift from Tifa. Now he felt bad for
not doing her earlier…he’d almost fuck the captain of the guards for a sweet
bird like this. He ordered Yuffie into the co-pilot’s seat as he relished being
in the pilot’s seat again. He hadn’t realized til he couldn’t anymore, how very
much he loved flying.
“I’m coming with you.” A woman said, hopping on board. “I’m to be your new
captain of the guards in Wutai. Name’s Shalua Rui. I’ve got the same
capabilities.” She stuck a prosthetic arm between Reno and Yuffie. “Ready when
you are.”
Reno frowned but initiated takeoff procedures, surprised when Yuffie started
whimpering. “You’ve never flown before?” he asked her.
“No.” Yuffie squeaked. “I thought you were finally going to enjoy yourself with
me.”
“There’s plenty of time for that.” Reno told her. She was still too young for
him, but at least he could just order her to not pester him for sex until she
was at least another year older. Reno frowned again…what kind of newlywed told
his wife not to pester him for sex? The kind of newlywed with a child bride who
probably had more sexual experience than he did, but was as mature as a
tadpole, he reminded himself. At least Zack was marrying someone old enough…if
Reno had any doubts about leaving Zack stranded there subject to Tifa‘s frail
mercies, he reminded himself that Zack was a big boy, and Tifa wanted him alive
and married to Aerith, so he was safe, so to speak. And if they managed to turn
Zack into a nut job like the rest of them, there was always the explosives Reno
had cleverly hidden in the castle supports during the refurbishing. He had
decided to let Tifa live for now, since killing Cloud seemed fitting
retribution for her killing Rude, and she had technically been killed too, and
if need be, he could get her alone and finish the job. She only removed her
materia jewelry for serious sex, and some of their tastes were the same in that
respect. He smiled grimly as he flew towards Wutai and his future.
 
***
 
“Lay down.” Aerith told Zack as Barret removed the shackles from her husband.
“Trust me, you’ll like it.” she said when Zack hesitated.
“What’s going on?” he asked her even as he obeyed. Zack had also been revived
by the Phoenix materia, because he and Tifa’s bodies had been touching, but he
wasn’t close enough, and it only healed his mortal wounds. He had to recover on
his own from having around half of the bones in his body broken. They had kept
him under lock and key in the dungeon, in a soft comfortable bed with
nursemaids constantly tending to him, but he was still a prisoner. Then he got
hooked on the painkillers he needed to survive the healing process, not knowing
Tifa had deliberately ordered him to be given the most addictive ones for that
very reason.
“You’ve sworn allegiance to the Divine Empress, now she’s going to accept your
offering.” Aerith explained as Tifa took off Zack‘s pants and mounted him.
“Then we can consummate our marriage with her blessing. And soon we’ll have a
family of your own. You can be First Knight until Strife is old enough to take
over for you. It’ll be so wonderful, thanks to everything she‘s done for us…we
all get to live happily ever after!” Aerith was holding his head in her lap and
caressing his face as she talked about the future.
Zack groaned as Tifa started riding him. He wondered when it was time for his
medication again, and repeated the last words he thought he heard, wanting them
to make sense to him. “Happily never after…”
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