6. Locked: Tifa Lockhart

It was a quiet night at Seventh Heaven for Tifa Lockhart. All her regulars had already come in and it looked like the busty bartender would not be getting any more customers.

As if just to prove her wrong, an unassuming woman walked in and sat at the barstool.

“Welcome to Seventh Heaven, what can I get you?” Tifa kindly asked

“I’ve heard great things about your Cosmo Canyon. On the rocks if you don’t mind”

“Coming right up”

Tifa got to work mixing the drink but when she turned around to grab some ice she felt a sting at the side of her neck.

The bartender brushed it away and turned around, seeing the customer had injected her via a needle.

Wasting no time, Tifa vaulted over the bar counter and dropkicked them to the floor

“What did you do to me?!” She demanded to know, dizzy

“Oh that? Just something my higher ups cooked up for terrorist sluts like you”

Tifa grit her teeth “Shinra”

“Heeeey, looks like you’re more than just a stack of fat tits” the shinra goon flashed a toothy grin “looks like you didn’t get the full dose. If you did you wouldn’t be standing right now”

Tifa felt hot. Hot and dizzy. Dizzy and hot. It was hard to stand, let alone focus. So hot.

Tifa had to end this fast. She ran towards the goon and delivered a roundhouse kick. Or rather she tried to. Her movements were slow and sluggish, letting her leg be caught before the red eyed girl was delivered a punch straight to the gut.

Tifa stumbled backwards, gasping for air. That should have been an easy kick.

Before Tifa could think about it further, the goon ran up and grabbed Tifa by her long hair and rammed her stomach with a shock baton. Volts upon volts travelled through Tifa, making the martial artist cry out in pain before managing to kick herself away from the goon, some strands of her hair still in their clutched grasp.

Tifa could barely stand. She had to end this.

While the bartender struggled to stand, she was caught in a bearhug from the goon, Tifa’s back pressing against their chest.

“Damn, they don’t make terrorist scum like you often”

The words in Tifa’s ear made her skin crawl. But the worst was to come. One of the arms holding her down was let go and brought up to Tifa’s famously huge breasts.

The goon roughly grabbed at and mauled Tifa’s tit, squezing down on the globe like the neck of a resisting citizen. To her surprise, Tifa let out a low sultry moan.

“Ya like that, bitch? R&D calls it the Whoretamer! Gets you all hot and bothered and weak.”

Furious and humiliated, Tifa moaned “You…ugh, scum!”

Using what strength she could, the busty bartender elbowed the goon in the gut and turned on her heel. Seven punches to the body and finally an uppercut knocked the goon into the darts board, hopefully defeated.

“Damn…” the goon grunted, their whole body radiating pain “she’s like a damn elephant”

Seeing no other choice, the Shinra goon tapped into their comms.

“Get your asses in here”

“What? Did that broad kick your ass? God, you suck”

“Shut up and get over here!”

Within the next twenty seconds, two more Shinra goons entered Seventh Heaven. Normally, no problem but in her state, Tifa was afraid. But more than the fear, Tifa eas overcome with a desire to protect this bar. This safe haven for all those she holds dear.

The red eyed girl rushed towards the enemies, winded back a punch and followed through. Right onto the floor.

The **** finally had a tight grasp over the martial artist. She could barely move and barely felt anything. But the one thing that remained was that burning need in her core. The one soaking her panties.

Lustful instincts took over and Tifa used all her strength to **** her arm down to her cunt and inside her panties.

“Really? THIS kicked your ass?” One of the goons walked over to Tifa and kicked her side

The bartender groaned in pain but didn’t stop pleasuring herself, fingers covered in slick pleasuring her core. It was all the lust drunk girl cared about anymore.

“C’mon, let’s get the bitch in the van”

The goons grabbed Tifa by her arms, the girl whining and begging when her hand was **** from her cunt, and dragged behind her bar to a black van with the Shinra logo on it.

At the very back of her lust crazed mind, Tifa felt a small amount of fear that was quickly drowned out.

“Please….fuck me!” the plea was closer to a whimper

“Tch, if only I wasn’t on the damn clock. That bitch in the red dress hates when we have fun with her projects”

“If Scarlet hears you talking like that, she’ll turn you into one of her dogs”

“Ah, shut up and open the van”

The door to the back of the van was opened and Tifa was hauled inside. Not wanting to risk a civilian encounter, the goons got to work ripping off all of Tifa’s clothes.

While the busty girl should have been horrified at what they would do to her, her lust was in control now and spread her legs wide, inviting the worst her captors had to offer.

But it didn’t come.

Instead a very long black box was laid flat and opened.

“Ugh, get her fat ass in, she keeps trying to touch herself” complained the grunt restraining Tifa

“Fuck. Sex. Please. Cum” Tifa felt pathetic, tears rolling down her eyes, begging to be ****

“Shut up!”

Tifa was backhanded across her chest, her huge tits taking the brunt of the blow and knocking the bartender on her back.

The box was opened to reveal a foam mold with a human sized indent. Tifa was hauled inside and a button on the side of the case was pressed.

From underneath the foam, metallic restraints emerged. Fingers, toes, wrists, ankles, arms, legs, waist, hips, neck, even Tifa’s breasts were restrained.

Tifa couldn’t even wiggle.

“Hope you’re comfy, scum. Next stop is Shinra HQ”

The only resistance Tifa could offer was a plea

“Cum….” She whimpered

The box was shut and the van rolled out.

Tifa Lockhart was never heard of again.

In the months following, Shinra would debut the next generation of Soldier.

Stronger, faster, and willing to obey every command.

One was the personal bodyguard of Scarlet, head of weapons development. She would often be seen fondling that Soldier’s huge chest