Tifa narrowly escapes and finds herself in Corneo's dungeon

Not able to wait any longer, the thug gave one tug upward on the dress, and she started to feel the material slide up along the circumference of her breasts. It was just reaching her nipples, and she could feel the thug preparing to take her dress off completely, when the other thug shouted, “Hey, man, that’s enough! What do you think Corneo would do if he found out you had your way with a perspective bride?” The molesting thug stopped in his tracks, the threat obviously setting in, but still seemed disappointed to be so close to his goal. “I think you should return her to her previous condition so that the Don doesn’t find out you’ve handled his merchandise,” the other thug said, cocking his weapon to ensure compliance. Stunned, the thug nodded in agreement, and slid Tifa’s dress back down her body, smoothing it out in the process. She had dodged a major bullet. “Come on, let’s get her to the storage area so that she can wait there until the other two bridal auditions arrive,” said the other thug. The gas too much for her, Tifa passed out, and was carried away by the guards.

She awoke to the coldness of her skin on a cobblestone floor. Instantly remembering what had almost happened, she jolted her body up and clutched at her dress, making sure it was still there. “Thank God,” she gasped, and she realized she was as intact as when she arrived at the palace. She was also relieved at the fact that her mind had cleared. Whatever the effects of the gas were, she was clear of them. She started to go over some of the things that the thugs had said, especially, about the other two ‘brides’ that would be arriving. This meant she only had a one in three chance of being chosen by Don Corneo! If she wasn’t chosen, then the mission would be all for naught, and she would have missed the opportunity to get this key intel out of Corneo. She had to make sure she was chosen, that was all there was too it. Looking herself over, and making sure her dress was clean of the dust from the floor she realized there was not much more she could do to strengthen her position. She was already wearing the skimpiest dress she owned, and as those thugs had proven, she was pretty difficult to resist. She decided to explore her surrounding to see if there was anything here that she could used to her advantage. As she glanced around, she realized that this dimly-lit room was some sort of dungeon. There were stockades, chains, ropes, cages, and all sorts of other apparatus. ‘Are these used for , or pleasure,’ Tifa thought to herself. The last thing she wanted was to find out. She continued her exploration looking for something she could conceal as a weapon, just in case. Sadly the chains would be perfect, but she had absolutely no way to hide them on her body. She stopped at a countertop that had a variety of bottles. There were several that were marked corrosive, and she figured that the Don’s men used these to extract information, and possibly punish people who have crossed Don Corneo. There were also bottles of massage oils, and lotions, so she extrapolated that the Don did use this room for dual purpose. She shuddered at the thought. Remembering that she needed any advantage she could get, she decided to make use of some of the massage oil. Adding that extra shine to her skin would certainly hold the Don’s attention. No wanting to get any oil on her dress, she took a bottle with her to a secluded area of the room where she could have some privacy. While the room was empty, she never knew when the other women would be brought in, and she also assumed there was some sort of surveillance focused on the main part of the chamber and she had no intention of giving any security guard a show. She distributed some oil on her palm, and then began to spread it around her right ankle, and then ascended up her smooth shin and calf. Getting some more oil, she finished with her knee, and travelled up her thigh. With her clean hand, she lifted up the hem of her dress so that it was bunched completely at her waist. ‘If I am going to do it, I might as well be thorough,’ she though as she rubbed in the oil around her inner thighs and then up over her entire lower abdomen, avoiding the area covered by her thong. She then continued down the other leg. Before releasing her dress from her waist, she rubbed the excess oil on the bottom of her behind, just to give the cheeks a bit of a shine. If any of them had to twirl for Corneo, she wanted him focused on her. She applied some oil to her bare arms and her back, but then wondered if she should apply some shine to her cleavage. She hesitated, but realized that she had to pull out all the stops on this mission. Reaching behind her neck, and she unclasped the straps of the dress, and slowly let them go. The straps held in place for a short moment, before sliding down from her neck, and heading towards the floor. She reached behind her back, and unclipped the thin grey shoulder straps, releasing all of the tension in the upper part of the dress, which instantly fell to her waist. She felt the cool air on her breasts, and watched her nipples harden. She was proud of her body, and began to rub the oil over her breasts and upper body. She was exposing herself on her own terms here, but moments ago, she was at risk of being exposed against her will. A chill ran up her spine when she thought of the bullet she had narrowly dodged. No man had ever seen her naked…she was saving that for Cloud. Her body oiled up, she re-fastened her dress, and looked at herself in a mirror. Her dress still hugged her body, and accentuated her curves, but now her skin glistened in the pale light. She put the massage oil back, and then started to hear noise outside the door. She decided to feign still being out cold from the gas. She laid down on the ground and barely shut her eyes so that should catch a glimpse of what was going on. The heavy doors creaked open, and the two thugs from before entered, each carrying an girl.

The thugs approached Tifa’s position. One of them deposited a blonde girl down on to the ground. She was big-boned girl, and the dress she had on was quite elaborate, something out of decades past. The second thug, whom she recognized as her molester, dropped his girl onto the ground a bit less easily, and immediately attracted the ire of his comrade. “Man, what is the matter with you,” he griped, “Don’t you know that Don Corneo wants his ladies in pristine condition. Look, her dress is dirtied. You know what will happen to you when he finds out you did this?” The other thug immediately looked worried, “Well, can we clean it?” “I guess…boy, are you lucking there are detergents down here. I’ll get the detergent. We are going to have to get the dress off to clean it. You start stripping her, but man, be careful, ‘cause now my neck is on the line!” This poor girl was in Tifa’s full view, and she watched as her molester began the work of undressing this girl. Her dress was a dark red evening gown, with a long slit up the left side, low–cut back, and strapless. The slit in the bodice dropped down low, and it was obvious she was not wearing a bra. Her beautiful light brown hair was done up in an elaborate braid with ribbon through it. Tifa cringed as she watched the thug run his hands over the girl’s bare back until finding a zipper at the back of her waist, concealed by a large red bow. He snickered under his breath as he unzipped the back of the dress, revealing a hint of her panties. The zipper reached its terminus, and he splayed the back of the dress open, the top of her ass in full view. Rolling her over, he undid the fastenings on the bodice, and without hesitation, peeled the bodice downward. The girl’s breasts popped out with a jiggle. The thug admired what he had uncovered, and fondled the girl’s breasts a little, before tugging the dress towards him, sliding it down over her hips, off her legs, and then off completely. He stood and walked over to his partner as then began cleaning the dress.

Tifa allowed her eyes to open fully, and was fixated on the half naked girl directly in front of her. Her body seemed less athletic than Tifa’s; more lean and slender. Her breasts were smaller than Tifa’s but still looked great. Her body was less muscular, but still beautiful. Tifa could see the girl’s nipples harden in the cool dungeon air. She lay there motionless in only her black lace high-cut panties, and red heels. Looking over this girl, Tifa also realized that she was legitimate competition for Don Corneo’s attentions. This made Tifa glad that she had added the extra shine to her body.

From the other side of the room, Tifa could hear blow dryer being used to dry the dress. ‘These guys are really being thorough about presentation,’ she thought. The sound ending, she heard the two men return to the girl, and watched at them both picked her up to stand her on her feet. The molester held the dress, while his partner held up the girl. Lifting up one foot as a time, the molester slid the dress around her legs, and up to her waist, letting the bottom fall back into position near her heels. He then pulled the bodice back up to cover her breast, and re-fastened it. She was turned around, and finally the back of the dress was zipped up. This time, she was placed carefully down on the ground.

Still feigning her unconsciousness, Tifa heard the men approach her. The molester commented, “I still regret we couldn’t have had some one with THIS one.” “I know man, but you know the rule,” his partner said, “Ah shit, will you look at that, HER dress is dirty as well. Damn!” “Well,” the molester said, “What should we do?” “Well, we’ll have to clean HER dress as well,” said the partner walking away towards the cleansers, “strip her down and get that dress over here.” “Yes sir,” the molester said joyfully. When she had been upright and conscious, the molester had found it easy to move the dress, but with Tifa limp on the floor, essentially dead weight, he would have to go about it a different way. Tifa’s heart rate quickened as she felt the man grab her legs and roll her on to her front. She became overcome with fear, but knew she could not react and give away her condition. She was helpless to protect herself, at this thug’s mercy. She could feel his breath on her bare back as looked over her body for access to the dress. Swatting her hair out of the way, he saw where the grey straps clipped together, the fastened straps at her neck, and a short, almost undetectable zipper at the lower back of the dress. Tifa has fought hard her entire life to maintain her modesty and innocence, and here she was about to be stripped by this loser. She had severely underestimated the dangers of this mission. In her mind, she berated herself for not being more prepared but was shocked back to reality by the sensation of her neck straps being unfastened. The dress started to feel looser around her upper body. She felt his hand travel from her neck to her mid back, where the grey straps were unclipped. The dress became looser still. With Tifa still laying on her front, the thug slid the straps off her shoulders, and tugged the dress down to her waist. She felt the material, slide away from her breasts, replaced with the cold floor. “Now we have to be able to pull this dress over that fine ass of yours, beautiful,” her spoke to the ‘’ Tifa. His hands rested in her lower back, fumbling with the short zipper, before sliding it down. He tugged the dress again, and Tifa could feel it slipping down over her hips. ‘NO,’ she screamed in her mind as she felt the cool air over the top of her ass, her thong offering no protection from the elements, let alone this thug’s eyes. He reached around her waist and lifted it a bit, while tugging the dress with his other hand and with that, the dress was sliding down her upper thighs. Save for that useless thong, she was naked. The thug lifted her legs one more time to pull dress past her knees, and them whisked it away from her body, dropping it on the floor within her view. The thug weighed his options, “I can’t wait to see those tits, girl, but I think I want to get this thong off you first.” Tifa was fighting back tears as she felt his fingers hook onto each side of her thong, and start to peel it down. She was going to be displayed naked to a man for the first time, and it was going to be to these two thugs! His hands got a good fondle of her ass cheeks as the thong was coming off. She could feel it dislodge from between her inner thighs as the other thugs called out. “Yo, you got that dress off her yet?” The molester halted and said “Yeah, but I think we should wash her thong too. It’s just coming off now.” Tifa felt the action resume, and the thug pulling at her thong again. It started to loosen between deep between her inner thighs. Suddenly, she felt it tear away from her soft skin, and she prayed for it to return to contact. The thong now completely pulled down off her ass, the thug started to snicker again, eager to catch a glimpse between her legs. She felt his hands slid up the outsides of her legs and grab on to the thong for the final pull. Tifa held her breath, trying to prepare herself for her pending nudity, instead heard a voice call out, and halting the molester’s actions. “Hey,” his partner shouted, “I told you to get that dress off and bring it to me. I didn’t tell you to take anything else. You are wasting time. The Don will want us back up there shortly. Now pick up this dress, and bring it over here!” As the molester picked up her garment and walked away, Tifa exhaled a huge sigh of relief. This other thug had saved her from total humiliation and twice now. Perhaps it was just dumb luck, but at this point, she would take any luck she could get. With the blow dryer turning off, she now knew she had to prepare herself to be dressed again, and she did not like the idea of giving the molester a free show, especially since aside from her breasts being exposed, her thong had been pulled away from what it was supposed to conceal. The two men returned, placed the cleaned dress on the ground and knelt down beside her, preparing to lift her upright. Suddenly, one of their cell phones buzzed. The partner stood up and looked at the text, while the molester placed his hands on Tifa’s waist, ready to roll her over on to her back. “Titty time,” he giggled, as Tifa prepared for the worst. “Dude,” the partner shouted, “Corneo wants us upstairs right now.” “But what about dressing her,” the molester inquired. “I’m sure she can figure it out when she comes to, “the partner stated, “Let’s go, man.” She could sense the disgust on the molester’s face knowing that he was denied a naked Tifa for a second time in the evening. The two men left, bolting the heavy door behind them.