Tifa Recovers…

Tifa just lay there on the bar gasping for air. Her body was trembling in its desire to be filled by his wonderful cock again, but she was too lightheaded and too exhausted to move or even speak.

Tifa could hear Rufus cursing under his breath as he shuffled around the room. The jingling of his belt buckle and the sound of a zipper being closed brought forth some deeply conflicted feelings. On the one hand, she was humiliated and ashamed that she had just had sex with a total stranger. On the other hand, it had been the hottest, most pleasurable and best sex she had ever had in her life.

Somewhere behind her, Tifa could hear a smooth sliding noise, followed by the sounds of steps and the clattering of wheels rolling away from her.

As Tifa’s gasping became less **** and her head began to clear, the shame and humiliation began to swell within her.

‘It was the…materia’s fault,’ she reasoned, trying to convince herself.

‘They put voices in my head,’ she thought quietly.

‘They changed my face.’

‘They made me into this.’

‘They’re making me love the feeling of wearing a collar.’

‘They’re making me crave cock and cum.’

‘They’re making me like the feeling of being tied up.’

‘It’s their fault I slept with a stranger.’

‘It’s their fault it was best sex of my life.’

‘It’s their fault I’m still horny.’

Each thought was surer than the last, and each one soothed a bit of her despair.

‘It’s not my fault that I’m enjoying this,’ Tifa thought.

‘The materia wouldn’t let me do anything but enjoy this,’ Tifa continued the thought with a creeping sense of happiness, ‘So it’s ok that I still want someone to fuck me, and that everything makes me wet.’

She could hear the front door opening as a small smile spread across her lips. Tifa thought to herself, ‘The pleasure’s ****, and they want me to cum. I don’t have a choice, so I might as well enjoy it…and as soon as I win, everything will go back to normal.’

Tifa’s breathing finally evened out as the front door closed with a slam. ‘I’ll do whatever it takes, and I’ll win,’ she vowed.

Tifa was still exhausted physically, but was feeling the calmest she had been since receiving that first package yesterday. Relatively content, she spent a long time just lying there and trying to recover. Eventually feeling strong enough, she began to struggle to free her arms.

Her sore belly made the job of working herself free more difficult, but thankfully, the towel wasn’t tied as tight as Tifa had feared. She was able to, with a lot of effort, free her arms after a time. She then pushed herself up to sit on the bar and stretched out her arms. Her body was sweaty and sticky from sex but she was anxious to win the game, so Tifa put off cleaning herself up for later.

Tifa slipped off the bar and strode leisurely to the front door to lock it, relieved that no one had come in. The last thing she wanted was for someone who actually knew her to walk in and find out about her predicament. She planned to win and was determined to make sure that none of her acquaintances or friends had any idea about what she was going through.

She meandered to the tower of packages to look them over. The one on the bottom was the largest, being the size of a chest. The middle one was half the size of the largest box, and the top most one was a bit bigger than the package she had received yesterday. They were all wrapped in black latex, and tied off with neon-pink latex bows.

Tifa plucked the top box from the stack and slid the envelope tucked underneath the bow out a bit. It read, ‘**** Cumslut, for the 2nd round.’

It was the right one, so she put the package down on the bar and took a seat at her stool again. She pulled out the envelope and opened it to read the letter inside.

“Dear ****,

We are very pleased that you have persevered and were able to obtain the needed materials to continue with our game. For your sake, we hope that you managed to secure the bonus package as we are certain that you will sorely need its contents. But we digress, the bonuses are a subject for another time.

As we have mentioned earlier, due to your dismal performance, we have reworked this challenge and all your future ones, providing you with more chances to win. To that end, we felt that for this stage of our game, we would give you another simple task in lieu of the one we had originally planned.

Inside the provided box, you will find four sets of five rings. Two sets for your fingers, and two sets for your toes. All you have to do is place all five rings in one set on the correct digits and you will win.

To be clear, all the rings in each set must go on the same appendage. So if you place the first ring on your right hand, all the others from that set must likewise be placed on that hand.

You only need to succeed with one set, but confirmation of your success will not occur until you are wearing all twenty rings.

Enjoy.

P.S. We very much appreciate the beauty of symmetry, so you need not worry on that account.”

Tifa stared at the postscript, not understanding its meaning but she sensed that it was a minor detail. Putting down the letter, she gently tugged at the latex bow to undo it. After placing the latex ribbon aside on the bar, she pulled the top off the box and saw a black latex tray displaying five identical silver rings with a mirror finish, each with a small dimly glowing materia set in the band. It looked like this would be another game of random chance, though one where the odds were much more in her favour.

Tifa pulled out the tray and put it aside, revealing another identical tray which she likewise removed from the box. Emptying the box resulted in four trays spread before her. Randomly picking a tray, she plucked out a ring to examine it closely.

It was solid ring of metal large enough to fit over her big toe. Taking the plunge Tifa slipped it onto the middle finger of her left hand and held her breath as she closed her eyes. There was a bright flash as she expected, but there were no new strange sensations. In fact, she could barely feel the presence of the ring.

Opening her eyes, she saw that the ring had transformed to fit her finger snuggly. It was now a wide and thin band of the same metal shaped into a delicate latticework of vines and flowers. The materia was now set flush with the surface of the band and thin glowing lines of what looked like materia flowed from the central gem, accenting all of the vines and flowers. Despite knowing that the ring was very likely to cause her trouble, Tifa still felt it was one of the prettiest pieces of jewelry she had ever seen.

A quick tug, showed that the ring would not be coming off unless they let her take it off. She nonetheless spent some time admiring the ring before picking up another ring from the same tray. Tifa methodically put the remaining rings from the tray onto her fingers, making sure to avoid being blinded by the accompanying flashes.

All of the rings transformed after the flashes, taking on unique appearances. They all had the same overall motif and were obviously meant to be a set, though they varied in the details.

Tifa knew that she wouldn’t know if she had guessed correctly until all of the rings were on, so she slipped the rings from another tray onto the fingers of her right hand. She then started the awkward process of pulling off her boots and socks, finding that her collar made it difficult and arousing.

Tifa stuffed her socks into the boots and put the sweat and cum soaked items onto the floor. Wanting to make it easier on herself to put on the last rings, she hopped up onto the bar and sat with her knees pulled up to her chest.

The heady aroma of her sperm filled pussy was distracting, but Tifa did her best to ignore it, and put on the rest of the rings. Each transformed as expected and with the metamorphosis of the final ring being placed on the smallest toe of her left foot, all the rings began to pulse in unison.

The pulses sped up and Tifa closed her eyes in preparation. As the flash came, she could feel a very slight tingling which spread throughout all of her limbs, stopping just below her shoulders and hips. Then the same tingle bloomed in the back of her mind.

She fingered the lock at the back of her neck for a moment, but Tifa knew that she hadn’t won this time either. She sighed in resignation, the sound coming out as a passionate whimper, and flopped back to lay on the bar. She took the opportunity to examine her arms, finding that nothing had visibly changed. But that meant less than nothing.

Legs spread and dangling in the air on either side of the bar, Tifa waited for the tingling to die down. A few minutes of the sensation staying constant convinced her that it wasn’t going away anytime soon. ‘I guess this is what the slow acting materia feel like,’ she concluded.

Tifa let herself wallow in disappointment for a time, before sitting up. ‘Well, I still have another chance to win today, so I might as well get started,’ she thought as she slid off the bar to grab the second box.