The girls are cornered

“Don’t come any closer,” Tifa warned the thugs. “Or what,” Scotch inquired, “What are you going to do to us?” The girls saw that all four men were armed with some sort of weapon, knives, a chain, and a bat. “Please just let us go,” Aerith begged, “We didn’t with the audition, so we will gladly be on our way.” Scotch snickered under his breath, “That’s not the way it goes, baby, or should I say, Aerith?” Aerith gasped, and Tifa leered at her, ‘how did he know her name.’ “That’s right, Areith,” Scotch continued, “I remember you from the colosseum. How could I forget you?” The other thugs muttered amongst themselves in awe. They had all watched the Corneo Cup, and now recognized Aerith from the winning team. One of the thugs spoke up, “Who thought you would ever defeat the Hell House? I lost a lot of money thanks to you, bitch.” “So did a lot of people,” Scotch said, “So I think it is only fair that Aerith provide us with something that is worth what we lost.” He glanced over Tifa’s body, “And your friend as well.” Tifa could feel their eyes all over her body, and a cold shiver went the length of her spine. “Don’t worry,” Scotch reassured them, “We’ll let you go...when we are satisfied.” The ominous nature of that statement caused both girls to look at each other in fear.

Two thugs reached Tifa, and she decided to put up a fight. The girls literally had their backs to the wall, or in this case, the locked door. It was not the best position to fight. Aerith was easily overpowered, while Tifa put up a valiant effort until one of the thugs pinned her against the door while the other grabbed her wrists. With no equipment or materia, she wasn’t much of a match against their brute strength. Tifa struggled again to try and get free, but the thugs only restrained her more, pulling her arms behind her back, and clasping her wrists together. Scotch had seen Aerith in action, and knew she was a magic user, not a melee fighter, and with no material on her, and no staff, Aerith was not much of a threat. This other girl was a brawler, and had the fit body to go with it. Scotch approached Tifa and asked, “So, does Aerith’s friend have a name?” Tifa grunted at being restrained and spat out, “Go to hell!” Scotch didn’t appreciate that one bit, and gave Tifa a swift punch to the stomach; not too hard, but enough to send a message. She absorbed the punch as best she could, but still let out a moan. “Tifa,” Aerith yelled in shock. “So, you are Tifa,” Scotch snickered, “Chocobo Sam has been talking about you for weeks.” He gave her body a once over, and said, “He wasn’t lying about your body. The bride Don Corneo chose over you must be some woman!” Aerith let out a giggle upon hearing that, but it didn’t change the dire nature of their situation. Scotch looked at Aerith, “What so funny? Oh well, never mind, let’s get back to the business at hand, shall we ladies?”

For a brief moment, Tifa thought of Cloud and wondered if he was alright, but was shocked back to reality when Scotch spoke again. “So, ladies, it’s time to start your repayment plan, and I am thinking a kind of goods and services type of thing” Scotch said with an assuredness, “Those clothes look like they cost a pretty penny, so why don’t we start there.” Tifa was stunned, and Aerith gasped, “Wh-what do you mean by that?” Scotch paraded over to Tifa and toyed with the hem of her dress before flicking the bow on her choker, “It’s simple,” He said moving over to Aerith and hooking a finger in the open leg slit of her gown, “These clothes are expensive, and you are going to give them too us so that we can sell them.” Tifa remained speechless, paralyzed by the thought of this concept. Aerith spoke up, quirky as ever, “But if we give you these clothes, what will we wear?” Scotch and the other thugs chuckled. “Now you are getting it, Aerith,” Scotch said, “So, whose going to strip for us first?”

Tifa, having seen earlier back in the dungeon what Aerith had on underneath that red ball gown, knew that Aerith was in trouble. Tifa took a deep breath and prepared to reluctantly volunteer to go first. Before she could get a word out, Aerith piped up, “Ah- I’ll go first,” and shot a glance at Tifa, who was surprised.

Tifa’s two thugs moved her to one side of the room near Scotch, and Aerith’s thug let go of her, but stayed close by. “So, Aerith,” Scotch ordered, “Let’s get on with it.” Aerith shuffled from side to side a bit, “Um, all of it?” “All of it,” Scotch replied, “Dress, jewelry...ALL of it.” Aerith nodded hesitantly, knowing that there was no alternative. Scotch pulled out his phone as Aerith moved her hand around various parts of her dress, not knowing where to begin. Scotch started snapping a few pictures and shouted, “Get to it already!”

With ****, Aerith brought her hands up to the bodice of the strapless red gown. She slowly unfasted the clasp and the top of the dress relaxed slightly, opening up a large V shape of bare skin sinking down from her cleavage. Tifa tried not to watch. She had already seen Aerith out of this dress, and while she admired her beautiful slender body, she took no joy in their current situation. Aerith spun around to face her back to the ‘audience’. She pulled her braids over her shoulder around to her front so that she could reach behind her back. Tifa watched as the thugs hooted as the sight of Aerith's bare back. Scotch shouted out, “Yeah, baby, keep it going.” At this prompting, Aerith pushed the bow aside, and revealed the zipper at the back of the dress. She grabbed hold of it, and pulled it down. The dress split open as just above her ass and revealed her black lace panties. The zipper reached its end, around the middle of her panties, and all in the room could see the dress relax even more. Scotch continued to take pictures as Aerith looked over her shoulder to the men. She reached her hands up the front of the dress, and released the bodice from her body, letting fold down to her waist. The weight of the material falling caused a cascade, and the dress released from her waist and fell to the ground. Aerith covered her breasts and stood there shivering in the cool air. Looking back directly at Scotch, she waited, hoping he wouldn’t prompt her for more, but that didn’t happen. He pointed at her panties, and then pointed at the floor. Aerith removed her hands from her chest, and hooked her thumbs at the side of her panties. She slowly pushed down, releasing the panties from her waist. Scotch and the men watched in approval as the panties slid down away from Aerith’s ass, before gravity pulled them to the ground.

“Turn around and get over here,” Scotch ordered. Tifa watched, stunned, as Aerith covered her breasts and pussy with her hands, and turned, before walking slowly over to Scotch. “Now,” He said, “Take off that necklace and give it to me.” Aerith realized she had been outsmarted as now she had to expose herself to reach behind her neck. The men all voiced their approval as she uncovered her beautiful body; her shapely breasts and smooth pussy. She unfastened the the necklace and handed it to Scotch. He motioned to the Aerith’s thug to bring over her discarded clothes. Scotch pointed to Aerith’s heels, signaling their time to be removed. The thug approached, and Aerith placed the heels on top of her dress and panties.

“So, about the services part of this deal,” Scotch elaborated, “Aerith, you are going to give me a blowjob, while we watch your friend strip for us.” Aerith gasped, and Tifa let out a, “NO,” and started to struggle again, only causing her thugs to restrain her further. “Well, Aerith,” Scotch said, “on your knees.” Aerith hesitated, and Scotch grabbed her wrist before she complied, kneeling down naked in front of him.

Suddenly the doors opened, and Kotch came back in, bring Chocobo Sam. Tifa breathed a sigh of relief. Sam had helped Aerith and Cloud earlier, albeit a bit reluctantly, but maybe he was here to help again. “Woah ho ho,” Kotch bellowed at the sight of Aerith naked on her knees, “Looks like we missed the show...” he looked over at a fully-dressed Tifa, “Well, at least half of it.” Scotch said, “Well you are just in time for part two. Aerith here is going to suck me off while the other bitch strips.” Kotch interrupted, “You mean she is going to suck ME off. Remember the chain of command around here.” Scotch nodded in disappointment, and Kotch said “Don’t worry; you’ll get your turn with her.” Kotch went over and found a seat, and then motioned for Aerith to come over to him. “Why don’t you have a seat on my lap, baby” he ordered Aerith.

Motioning to Sam, Kotch beckoned, “Sam, why don’t you come and have a seat and relax before our entertainment starts.” “Wait a minute,” Sam spoke up much to Tifa’s joy, “You were going to have Tifa strip...and you didn’t invite me sooner?” Tifa’s heart sank and she called out, “Sam, you bastard!” Sam reasoned with her, “Sorry Tifa, I’ve been waiting for this show for a long time.” With that, he sat down, and Tifa’s thugs released her, and then went to secure the door. There was no way out of the room.

Tifa stood alone in the middle of the room. She was contemplating how to could fight her way out of this situation, but Kotch anticipated this, saying, “Uh, don’t think about trying anything, baby, at least not while we are all armed and your naked friend is sitting on my lap.” The reality sank in as she watched Kotch’s reach up to squeeze Aerith’s breasts. Sam gave Kotch a look, and then shouted, “Why don’t you get started, Tifa?” Tifa stood in stunned silence, not knowing what to do next...