Tifa bowed her head and closed her eyes as she clutched the bar counter in a vice like grip. The Slave Materia was flashing again. She was trying her hardest to resist it's influence, but her body was trembling with need. She started counting to ten slowly, trying to get ahold of herself. The materia flashed again as she reached five and the number became a needy, sexual moan. She gasped as a hand ran up her perspiring thigh. She looked down to see it was her own latex clad hand. She hadn't known it had left the counter. This Materia was too powerful. Tifa didn't know if she could beat it.
The amorous hand snaked it's way under her skirt, but Tifa quickly slapped it away with her other hand. The hand she'd used to slap the other began stroking the latex over her dripping slit lightly. Tifa swooned for a moment before jerking both hands away from her body and balling them into fists. She let out a cry of frustration. She turned quickly to the mirror along the wall behind her and tugged desperately on the collar around her neck. The Slave Materia flashed brightly enough to make Tifa close her eyes, and when she opened them, the fingers of her gloves were gone. Her hands were now sealed in thumbless latex mittens.
Before she could struggle with that new development, the Materia assaulted her with more pleasure. She struggled valiantly, but was powerless against a force like this. She didn't know how long she'd been rubbing herself with her pitiful mittened hands and mewling like an animal when a pounding on the door gradually snapped her out of her lust induced haze. A familiar voice was calling from outside.
"HEY! TIFA! IT'S ME, YUFFIE! OPEN UP!" Tifa hurried to the door. Yuffie sounded scared, and as Tifa got closer she could hear a male voice yell: "THERE SHE IS!" Yuffie pounded harder on the door. "PLEASE! TIFA!"
Tifa reached for the knob, but had to fumble with it for a moment with both bound hands. The second it was unlocked Yuffie was in the door and had closed and locked it behind her. Yuffie put her back to the door and braced for an impact, which came a moment later. Yuffie's gaze went from the slutty, shiny heels Tifa was wearing, up her toned legs that glistened with sweat and lubrication. Her eyes stopped for a moment on the glossy, censor bar of a skirt barely concealing her and ran up her lean waist to her mammoth tits, that strained gloriously against the semi transparent white latex top. Yuffie and Tifa's gaze locked. A mutual understanding passed between them that was immediately ruined when the Dirty Talk Materia went off.
"I wanna lick every inch of you," Yuffie was forced to say. She didn't realize that the Sex Object Materia had activated until Tifa was shoving her tongue in her mouth. Tifa was much stronger than the agile Yuffie, and demonstrated this by folding Yuffie's legs behind her back and pinning her against the door with her pelvis. Yuffie could feel the heat from Tifa's pussy through her khaki shorts. The pounding on the door from the mob of lust crazed men intensified.
"Oh shi..", Yuffie managed before Tifa pulled her face into a lustful kiss. |