Times…

Stoically ignoring her glass, Tifa took a drink directly from the bottle of liquor. She released a shuddering breath and took another deep pull from the bottle, all while trying to ignore the pleasure welling from her hot breath caressing her lips and the inside of her mouth.

Staring at the letter lying on the bar, Tifa thought quietly about what to do next.

She briefly considered trying to get rid of the collar by **** again, before a sensible stab of fear had her reconsidering. What the materia had done to her were only considered to be “interesting effects” by the sender of the letter. What they would consider “punishments” and “consequences,” genuinely terrified her.

‘But still,’ Tifa thought, ‘the letter said that there was only a chance of evolution and punishment happening if I fail to get rid of the collar. Just a chance, not a certainty.’

Tifa stared at her reflection, her rational mind was screaming, telling her to drop the idea of forcing the collar off and to just pick up another materia. Her hand had just begun to slowly reach for another materia when her eyes snapped to the reflected image of her collar.

Her latex collar.

Surely, latex was surely easier to rip or, better yet, cut off than leather. Fingering the lower edge of the collar, Tifa could feel the tip of her finger slipping a bit under the latex.

Taking another large gulp from the bottle, her mind raced, ‘The damned collar only reacted once so far right? So that means I have a great chance of it doing nothing.’

Tifa took another pull from the bottle, thinking, ‘So it’s only a maybe that it’ll change right? It’s better than those damned materia doing something else to me for sure right?’

Putting down the bottle, Tifa decided, with a feverish resolve, that the knife was too dangerous to use and stood up. Swaying a bit, Tifa pushed herself back from the edge of the bar and stumbled unsteadily towards the back room, where she retrieved a pair of heavy shears from a tool box and returned to her seat at the bar to sharpen the edges.

With newly sharpened shears in one hand, Tifa used her free hand to grasp a bit of the bottom edge of her collar, managing to pull and stretch it out just a bit. It was enough that she could slip one of the shears’ blades under the latex and start cutting.

‘It’s working!’ she thought excitedly after seeing the shears easily cut through a good inch of the collar’s latex.

Barely containing her glee, Tifa **** herself to endure the uncomfortable feeling of the metal shears being pressed into her neck. She slipped the shears deeper under the latex and slowly continued to cut, hope building as bit by bit the shiny latex of the collar was parted by the blades of the shears.

Then the shears suddenly stopped. The blades stuck on one of the pink vertical pipes.

Tifa tried forcing the shears closed with both hands to no avail, and then, panicking she tried to reposition them so that she wouldn’t need to cut through the piping. Hands slick with nervous sweat, they slipped and the shears wrenched out from under the collar.

They hit the floor with a clatter.

Immediately, the pink materia began to glow brighter. Tifa watched as the cut in the collar magically closed and healed. Then, just before the gem flashed and blinded her, she saw the pink piping thickening and beginning to snake along the top and bottom edges of the collar.

Tifa tried to ignore the increased tightness and greater sense of restriction of the collar and opened her eyes. Through her spotty vision, Tifa could see that the latex of the collar had thickened considerably and the pink piping had likewise thickened and now completely edged the top and bottom of the collar. Worse, the pink had brightened into a lurid, neon hue.

The materia slots were now set upon a thick and wide band of black latex, edged in neon pink, which wrapped around the whole of the collar. A glint of light reflecting off the top of the band prompted Tifa to give it a disbelieving tap of her fingers. They confirmed that the core of the band was a solid piece of mirror finished metal which was only coated with latex.

The still pulsing pink materia’s setting was now made of the same mirror finish metal, and the gem was encased in a cage of the metal. Seamlessly mounted on top, was a large, thick, solid ring of the bright metal, aligned vertically. Below, jutting at an angle from the bottom of the metal band was a smaller horizontal ring, from which an enlarged tag hung.

The other filled materia slots had changed to largely match the one for the pink gem at her throat, with each silver-pink materia caged in metal. The two directly on each side of the pink setting had rings half the size of the one at the center. The single filled slot on the side of her neck though, had a ring that nearly matched the size of the one at her throat.

Tifa’s eyes were morbidly flitting between each of the silver-pink gems, noting that they were all pulsing and growing brighter. They were all out of sync, but were beginning to match the pulsing of the pink, central materia.

They finally synced, flashed in unison, and then continued to glow blindingly. The tingling brought on by the previous insertion of materia returned with a vengeance. The intensity was such that Tifa almost missed the feeling of several sharp needle jabs from the inside of her collar, which sparked an unnatural and overwhelming wave of arousal.

With the last vestiges of her control, Tifa slid off the stool and sat on the floor, leaned up against the bar.

Tifa began to grope herself and masturbate furiously, even as she felt phantom fingers slipping into her mind, stroking and spreading the tingling. “Oh no!” she cried, as more fingers appeared to stroke the tingling elsewhere.

Then, she felt caresses on her face, leaving trails of that dreaded, hot, spicy, tingling. “Please, no!” Tifa begged, but the phantom fingers just continued until her entire head was tingling. When the tingling stopped spreading, it began to pulse, increasing and decreasing in intensity.

With each throb, a thought thrust itself into the forefront of her mind.

‘Mmmm, the collar is so deliciously tight!’

‘The latex feels so good and it’s making me so horny!’

‘I need something to suck on.’

All these thoughts and others, much like them, repeated over and over in her head, all in her own voice. Each thought, brought with it a spike of pleasure, pushing her arousal higher and higher, until Tifa came. It made her last orgasm feel pathetic in comparison. Her back was arched, toes clenched, and fingers trust deep into her pussy, leaving Tifa at the mercy of her pleasure.

Her orgasmic wails filled the bar, steadily increasing in volume as the ecstasy built. It grew and grew, forcing away all other thoughts and feelings until there was nothing left but a quivering shell, filled with pure ecstasy.

The pleasure and lust ebbed away after an eternity. In its wake, it left behind a dangerously light headed girl.

Tifa extracted her fingers with a wet pop, and could only despair at the fact that she was still horny.