Captured

Aerith’s wrists burned where the restraints bit into her skin. The transport jolted hard as it climbed toward the upper plates. Two troopers sat across from her, rifles resting on their knees. A third stood near the rear hatch, watching her with open interest.

She kept her eyes down and her breathing steady. The stun grenade still left a faint ringing in her ears. Her pink dress was torn at the shoulder. Dirt and a streak of someone else’s blood marked the fabric. Between her legs she could still feel the faint slickness left from Cloud’s last load in the alley behind Corneo’s mansion. The memory of it settled warm and low in her belly even now.

The transport docked with a heavy clang. The troopers hauled her out into a bright white corridor that smelled of disinfectant and mako. Shinra Headquarters. The heart of everything she had been taught to hate. They marched her past sealed doors and humming machinery until they reached a holding level high in the tower. A lab-coated man waited there with a datapad. Hojo. She recognized the name from old stories her mother had whispered.

He looked her over like a specimen. “Cetra blood. Remarkable. We’ll begin tests in the morning. For now, keep her intact.”

The troopers shoved her into a small white cell. The door sealed with a hiss. One of them lingered a moment longer than the others, eyes dragging down her body. Aerith met his gaze and did not look away. He stepped inside, let the door close behind him, and crossed the narrow space in two strides.

He didn’t speak. He just pushed her back against the wall, yanked her dress up around her waist, and shoved two thick fingers between her legs. She was still wet from earlier. The trooper grinned when he felt it. He freed his cock, already hard, and pushed into her in one rough thrust. Aerith’s breath left her in a sharp sound. He was thicker than she expected, stretching her open as he started fucking her against the wall. Short, hard strokes that made her back scrape the smooth surface. She wrapped one leg around his hip to keep her balance and took it. The wet sound of his cock driving into her cunt filled the small cell. He gripped her thighs hard enough to bruise and came quickly, flooding her with a hot, heavy load. When he pulled out, cum ran down her leg in a thick stream. He tucked himself away, gave her one last look, and left without a word. The door sealed again.

Aerith stayed against the wall for a long moment, dress still hiked up, the fresh cum cooling on her skin. She lowered the fabric, wiped what she could with the hem, and sat on the narrow cot. Her wrists were still bound. The cell had no windows. Only a single light panel overhead and the low hum of the tower around her.

She closed her eyes and thought of Cloud’s hands on her hips in the alley. Of the way he had filled her. Of Tifa’s eyes watching them. The ache between her legs was real and immediate. She shifted on the cot, pressed her thighs together, and let the memory carry her for a while.

Outside the cell, boots passed in the corridor. Voices discussed schedules and sample collection. Somewhere far below, she knew Cloud and the others would already be moving. They would come for her. She only had to stay alive until they did.

Aerith opened her eyes, stared at the sealed door, and waited.