One Step Into Darness

Seventh Heaven was a real oasis in the slums. The was bar well known for its owner, Tifa Lockhart, master of cocktails and cumshots.

"I'm back," grunted Barret Wallace, the muscular enforcer of the notorious freedom fighter group AVALANCHE as he entered through the door.

"How's Marlene?" asked Tifa with a smile on her face, while washing a glass for her friend.

"Same as usual, life won't get any better in this place. And I don't need a drink," he added.

Tifa winked and flashed a curious smile and put the glass down. "Something else, then?"

"Yes, that. Something else."

"Something better?"

"Aw, come on, girl! I'm getting embarrassed here..."

"Fine. Back room, as always," Tifa said, nodding her head towards the door leading there.

Everyone knew you could get blowjobs from Tifa for 20 gil, and while many dreamed of it, only few had money to spend. Since she still had a conscience, Tifa didn't even let men who had families to waste their money.

Barret was the only one who could get them free. After all, he was a friend, a member of AVALANCHE and a single father. He had no time to meet women, or interest in most of them for that matter. During their long-lasting friendship he had learned to trust Tifa to always swallow everything he could shoot.

The only thing she was wearing were her black thigh-high stockings, because she knew men liked them. She had long imagined she would only finally take off her panties for Cloud, when it was the right time to fulfill the promise. That was forgotten when she had learned that some men came faster if they could see everything, including that dark bush. Touching her anywhere near there was forbidden, and those who tried it would live to regret it. Men who regarded her as a common whore sometimes forgot she could in fact beat them up as easily as she breathed, and that she could just do that and steal their money if she wanted to. She was a nice person so she didn't, of course, unless they started it...

It wouldn't have felt right to give a blowjob to Cloud, though. Not when her stomach was full of the contents of other men's balls, as it always was nowadays. With Cloud she would make love, when the time was right. That she would not with anyone else, not for all money in the world.

It was also hardly a secret to her how much men were ogling her breasts when they thought she wouldn't notice it. Barret might have been a gentleman, but he was still a man. Tifa's breasts bouncing and jiggling had an effect on him, as well as seeing her large areolas and hard nipples which she normally made sure to cover with her athletic bra and tape underneath. She liked that they had grown quite a bit since the corrupt SOLDIER Sephiroth had impaled her with his sword and left a nasty scar below the right one. It wasn't so noticeable now, especially if you weren't looking at it. Initially she had been wary of letting anyone fondle her breasts because it would make them notice the scar, but she had since learned that many men found even that more exciting than anything and most didn't care at all.

Not that she needed to worry about things like that with Barret. She could occasionally move her hand to them and play with them a little. Barret had his own scars. He had lost his entire hand. A little scratch wouldn't scare him, and he had seen all of Tifa many times by now.

Perhaps ironically, it was actually that nasty wound which had led her on the road of becoming the blowjob queen of the slums. She had needed an expensive operation to fix her chest. The only option had been to borrow money from dangerous people. When the time came to pay that back, she had not been given any options other than prostitution. That was the one step into darkness she forever wished she had never taken. Not even if the wound had killed her. But it was too late for regrets now...

She still remembered her first time on her knees next to smelly piles of garbage in one of the slum's many grimy alleys. How difficult it had been to pull up her top to show her breasts. How she had even then been nervous that the scar would stop men finding her attractive now when it mattered the most.

The disgusting trash touching her bare legs. She couldn't even afford to but stockings yet.

How long it had taken with her lack of experience. To hold an unknown man's warm throbbing balls in her hand as he came in her mouth and forced her to swallow it, not caring how much she was gagging. She had barely even understood what would happen when a man 'came'.

Then knowing this was only the first man and that there would be many more just tonight alone, and every night since. It had been a rough awakening for an innocent country girl. She had still been able to cry back then. She had right away realized she would have to get better at it or men wouldn't pay. That felt like a lifetime ago.

She had purchased the bar in hope of things becoming better, but that had only taken more money and more blowjobs to achieve. Now AVALANCHE was lacking in funds. She was afraid she would never be able to stop unless she got out of Midgar. That was still the last hope which kept her sane in her mind.

Those thoughts were going through her mind as she worked, trying to get in the right rhythm of moving her head. Concentrate, girl! Sure it's just Barret, but surely he deserves better than this.

When she was not busy with her own shapeliness, her fingers were nicely caressing her friend's balls. Barret's strong hand was on her shoulder. He was always wary of touching her hair for some reason, even though she had said to him it was fine. That silky and voluminous hair was another thing people noticed. Well, the big brown eyes too, if they managed to avert their gaze to look her in the eyes. She was trying to keep eye contact with Barret, because she knew how cute that made her look while she was doing this.

Barret was very well endowed, so she could she could use both her lips and her hands on the shaft at the same time.

"Nhhn... nnhrg..." he was groaning, his hand trying to caress her. He was getting there. It was the time to start deepthroating.

"Oh god..." he moaned as her lips came down the shaft. Her tongue was also moving. She was thrusting it out under the shaft.

She pumped him with her lips, paused and looked at him, and then did it again.

"Nnn... Nnn. Tifa I can't --" Then his toes curled and her mouth was suddenly full, which made her eyes to widen alarmingly. She was a nice girl she swallowed immediately and continued to do it in time of with the pulsating spurts which Barret gave to her. It took a while, but she was only happy that her friend had a good orgasm.

"You don't really have to do that," Barret said when she started kissing his balls all over afterwards.

"Yes I do. Your problem is you're scared of someone being nice to you."

"Hrmnph... Biggs and Wedge said they were coming too."

"I'm not going to bother getting dressed them. You take the money and let them in."

"They want to both come, so the other can watch when it's not his turn."

"Whatever, that's not important..."

Biggs and Wedge were AVALANCHE hang-arounds, but they had to pay just like everyone else. Twenty gil wasn't much, but it was easier to find ten men who would pay that than one who would pay two hundred. She sat on the only chair in the room, crossed her stockinged feet and waited until there was a knock on the door.

"They're here," Barret's voice said behind the door.

"I'm ready," she said and took a few deep breaths while she still could.

She was brushing her hair with her hands which made her breasts rise and fall alluringly when the men entered and started undressing.

She didn't say anything, and neither did they. They all knew what they were here for.

Biggs stayed back and Wedge was the first to step towards her. He was already very much erect from seeing a naked Tifa with thigh-highs sitting on the chair.

"The table thing..." Wedge said, biting his lip. Tifa had noticed he was a bit shy with these things.

"Sure." Tifa shrugged and moved from the chair onto the table with deliberate cat-like movements. She had to fiddle with her hair a bit to make sure it was out of the way, but it's not like this was her first time doing it like this. She kept her legs open so Biggs would have something to see from every angle.

Wedge rammed in deep and hard before she was ready, but with her experience she managed to suppress the gagging easily. His hairy balls were touching her nose. She saw her face was red in the mirror, that always happened when she was doing this.

Wedge altered the rhythm between quick short thrusts and long deep ones. Tifa did not look like she was enjoying either version, even though Wedge was constantly rubbing her nipples with his fingers and feeling how her breasts jiggled with his thrusts.

It was at least over quickly, relatively speaking.

"Nh... Nh... Oh god Tifa I l-love you-u...!" Wedge moaned, thrusting deep and hard as he came.

A wave of nausea hit her as a big spurt of oozing warmth went down her throat. Wedge slammed his hips hard every time he ejaculated, causing her head to hit painfully against the edge of the table. Tifa knew he had little control over it. Men instinctively did that, making sure her semen went as deep as possible into the girl, and she could feel it as throbbing slimy pulsations. Yet another wrong man's gunk was going inside her, spurt by spurt. Her body was twitching and jerking, trying to unconsciously reject the semen without success because her gag reflex hadn't existed for a long time by now. She could feel Wedge's hairy balls contracting against her nose as they emptied all their dreary contents into her.

She had to take a moment to draw some deep breaths after Wedge had finally softened and pulled out. She had tried to meditate through the whole ordeal, but it never worked as well as she hoped.

"And done," Tifa exclaimed with a fake smile on her face, sitting up on the table. She could feel that familiar burning in her stomach already. She was never sure if it was only psychological, but it happened every time. She didn't want sound too nice because she knew Wedge had a crush on her and she didn't want to give him any wrong signals. "How about you then, Biggs?"

"Boobs!" Biggs grinned. His favorite.

"Fine. Come on." Tifa gestured with her hand and lay down on the mattress. Someone really should wash that one of these days, considering the stains all over it...

She opened her legs wide because now Wedge was watching, and Biggs got on top of her. He was very much hard after watching the earlier performance.

She pushed her breasts closer with her hands when he was between them. Smiled at him and looked at him with those big brown eyes. Biggs also put his hands on her breasts and started bouncing them in a way which created fun feelings. He liked the nipples too, constantly touching them.

Tifa immediately knew Biggs wasn't going to last long either. Probably not even as long as Wedge had because of the excitement he had gotten from watching that part.

"You want to come on my face?" Tifa cooed, looking at him with big innocent eyes "In my hair? In my mouth?"

That was enough. "Oh god -aaa- aa!" Biggs screamed, rapidly thrusting between her breasts. She raised her head, opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue just by the time it started raining semen, and it was a proper storm.

Forehead, hair. Damn it. Tongue. Throat, a big one. Eye, eye! Keep it shut! Three more on the face. Then the tip was on her lips, urging her to swallow what was left, and she did so.

She lay her head back down and started trying to open her eyes with sperm making her lashes stick together. With her experience she managed to do it without getting any in her eyes. That could cause a nasty redeye, not to mention the thought of sperm cells swimming on your eyeballs...

Wedge suddenly appeared between her legs, and she immediately became wary should he start doing something unwanted. He didn't, though, so it was clear what he wanted to do.

She quickly pushed her breasts together using her arms so Wedge could empty the contents of his balls on them. A slimy string hit her nipple and caused a surprisingly nice feeling considering the situation. Luckily she only caught a few more spurts in the face, most landed on the tits, aureoles and nipples where they were intended.

She lay her head down and closed her eyes for a while, globs of goo felt tickly oozing down the sides of her breasts, and there was a literal pool of it between them. It was also dribbling on the scar tissue below them.

She watched Biggs and Wedge getting dressed, but she wasn't in a hurry because she heard the shower was running. The water pipes in these slum buildings were visible without any insulation, so you could hear things like that. Someone was using it, probably Marlene, so she had to lie here for a while with all this gunk all over her face and breasts. She hoped she would at least get to wash it off her hair before it dried in or she would have to brush her hair for hours in the evening.

"Um... Thanks, Tifa," Biggs awkwardly said. He hadn't done this more than a couple of times so it was still a bit weird for him to see a pretty girl like this, and actually do these things with her. He clearly thought that was what he was supposed to say. Well, it was fine, all things considered.

"Remember, always. AVALANCHE!" she said when the men were leaving, as a joke, but they turned to give her a salute.

"AVALANCHE!" they shouted, and then they finally left her alone.

When at last she got her long-desired shower, she was wondering what their newest recruit was doing right now. Her closest childhood friend was here, and he was working with them.

Hopefully people would get their mouths shut about her giving blowjobs to half the men in Midgar, including Barret right here. Her record was two hundred men in one night. Swallowing all that goop had not been fun, her stomach had hurt so bad afterwards... but it had raised a lot of money for the cause. She never managed to throw it up later even if she wanted to. She knew it was partially because she was subconsciously punishing herself, but shoving fingers down her throat wouldn't even work because she knew she had no gag reflex whatsoever any more. Besides, that was what anorexics did, not athletes and martial artists.

She remembered looking into a mirror afterwards. Her usually flawless hair had been a complete mess because many had grabbed on it when they came, her knees were literally bleeding and she had dark rings around her eyes which seemed to take up half of her usually pretty face. She could never forget her own hollow and haunted eyes staring at her in the mirror. She was surprised the last fifty or so men had been even able to shoot their loads with her being a scarecrow like that. Even her breasts had been sore from all that constant bouncing and jiggling, not to even mention her throat. Barret had taken care of the bar for a while after that, because speaking had been painful for a couple of days afterwards.

She had once even done 300, kind of. She didn't count that since she had just lain on a table with her head hanging off the edge, being just a throat to fuck and breasts to hold on to while doing it. She had been practically unconscious near the end, barely aware of hairy balls bouncing against her nose and warm goo going down her throat. She had slept for days afterwards, with Marlene taking care of her while she was sick, unable to even drink or speak. The girl had been an angel, often changing the cold towels on her stomach, neck and forehead. Tifa knew she had only barely survived this ordeal thanks to how her training allowed her to control her breathing.

The 200 had been for money, but the other time had been different. They would have taken some new girls to Don Corneo's is she hadn't let them do that to her instead. She still didn't even know if the girls had managed to escape, but at least there was a chance. It was all she could have done.

Her voice had been even worse after that, of course. She had been scared of that when she had started, but it did always come back, even after 300 men. The bruises and scratches also went away, which was good because when she had started she had understood she should be grateful that men at least valued her assets highly so she could get enough clients. Not everyone was as lucky. If you ended up at Don Corneo's, you'd wish you were giving blowjobs in a dingy alley, for the little painful life you had left at that point.

Well, at least Barret wouldn't tell Cloud about any of that. Tifa trusted her compatriot, and was glad of the meditation and physical rigor she had gotten from her martial arts training which had let her do these things. Someone else would literally have died.

She was sure Biggs and Wedge wouldn't talk either, because she had stressed the importance of silence for AVALANCHE, and she wasn't worried about the words of random people on the streets. Things like that could be dismissed just as rude rumors. She was sure people would have claimed she was doing something like this even if she wasn't. She had heard similar things being spoken about girls who had never done anything like that. The slums just corrupted you so much that you started believing the worst of all the people.

Her eyes suddenly widened when she had started counting how many men's sperm she had swallowed. Hundreds... five hundred even in a week sometimes. Thousands. God, it must be literally over TEN THOUSAND by now. She shuddered and felt cold despite the warm shower. How was that even possible, and when would it end...? But some of them came back, visited often, several times. So not that many... There couldn't be that many... There wasn't... No... No... She fell to her knees, burying her face in her hands. She was even more horrified when she realized she was always automatically counting the calorie intake in her mind. She had learned to do that when food had been difficult to get. A woman needs 1200 calories a day to live. A man's ejaculate has the maximum 25 calories in it. Over 50 men, every day, sixteen hours a day... Back then... It couldn't be that many... Oh god, no... No,no,no...!

She stayed there too long, she knew she was wasting their water. She would have wanted to think she was washing her tears away, but she hadn't even been able to cry for years anymore. This wasn't her first PTSD breakdown and she knew it wouldn't be the last. Get over it, girl. What wouldn't wash away was that all too familiar feeling in her stomach from the all the men's semen burning in there as a reminder. This time at least some of it was Barret's rather than someone she didn't know or wished she didn't. Not that it felt any better to her, but at least it reminded her that she had made her friend feel better. There was also one other thing...

Jessie Rasberry. Unfortunately Tifa wasn't sure she could trust Jessie's discretion as much as the others'. She must have heard talk about Tifa doing these things, and certainly about her record which had been the talk of the town in some circles. Did she believe it?

Hopefully Jessie would have the right mind to not mention it, even when she was going all starry-eyed near Cloud. That bit was so obvious. What the hell was that boobplate supposed to be she was always wearing? Tifa had never seen armor like that, it didn't seem very protective. She suspected it was one of Jessie's old theater outfits she put on to enhance her shape, as if that wisp could even begin to hope to compete...

Tifa could only hope it would not become an issue. Not only because of her romantic interest for Cloud, but because AVALANCHE needed both the bomber and the SOLDIER right now. She couldn't afford either Jessie or Cloud getting angry at her, or too sad to operate for that matter. They had to be at maximum efficiency at this time.