Chapter 1 - Working Seventh Heaven

They were late, something had to have gone wrong.

Tifa was running the bar as usual for late night patrons. The place was fairly run down, but so was most of Sector 7. She worked extra hard to remain upbeat and keep her regulars happy as her mind kept drifting back to her team, her family, Avalanche. On top of that, someone dear to her returned and signed up for the group; Tifa's hoping Barrett won't scare him away.

"Thanks, Tifa. Your Midgar Stiletto alwaaysh hits the spot," one of her older regulars says as he leaves a sizable 100 gil tip.

"Any time, pops," she replies as she snatches it up and drops it into the safe below the counter. She never kept tips for herself, anything extra went to her little side project - or terrorism as some more conservative Midgarites would call it. 

The last of her late night customers finally departs and Tifa considers closing up an hour early, since she didn't expect any more business. It's at this moment that a group of five men, wearing trademark blue Shinra armor, enter. They seem fairly rowdy, possibly already inebriated, as they crowd around a single table. The one who seems to be the leader whistles at the bartender.

"Hey babe! Give us the best this sector has. Our buddy here got accepted into SOLDIER."

Most of the people in the sector know to show Tifa respect, and no one has whistled at her without getting a broken jaw in a long time. However, she wasn't so keen to beat up a group of soldiers - her bar might get demolished and she'd become a wanted criminal. So, the martial artist bar tender decided to play along for now.

"Alrighty, but it won't be cheap."

"Whatever! Bring it on!"

Tifa begins preparing several glasses of her signature Nibel Roundhouse and several minutes later, brings out a tray bearing five hefty mugs. It wasn't her best tasting drink, but she assumed they wanted to get drunk, so that's what she would do - the sooner they passed out, or left, the better anyway. The soldiers attack the glasses very quickly, one of them gets nearly half the glass in one sip. 
"Enjoy, boys."

As she starts to walk away, she's given a firm smack on the rump by the trooper closest to her, "Hey, stay awhile, why dontcha? Might have a bigger tip in it..."

Tifa's instant reaction was to slap him, but the trooper pulled out a fat wallet and waved it at her. She could see the gil spilling out of it. Something changed in her intrinsically as she decided mentally, 'A little bit of flirting, help the cause. They're out there bleeding, this is the least I can do right?'

"I can keep you company, you were the one promoted?"

The soldier nods, "Yes m'am," as he pats his lap for her to sit on it. Tifa does just that and the trooper immediately wraps his hands around her waist, placing his palms on her thighs. The bartender bites her lip and tries to restrain her anger, focusing her mind on the soldier's money. She would get it all if she was putting up with this, even if she had to take it out of his pockets once he passed out.

"Name's Johnathan, now SOLDIER 3rd Class Johnathan Stoews. What's a busty beauty like yourself doing in this rundown sector?" As he talks, the soldiers hands wander up and down her exposed thighs. Usually, wearing the white tank top and black mini-skirt earned extra tips, but now Tifa was partly regretting it. Even though she found these men to be disgusting, something in her was stirring, something the fighter hadn't felt in a long time. Tifa was getting moist.

"It's not so bad once you get used to it." It also had minimal Shinra oversight, Tifa thought.

"If you say so. We were on mission here, something about terrorists, who knows..."

This peaked the martial artist's interest and worry, but she tries to remain calm, "Terrorists? Here?"

"Yeah, blew up a reactor, had a lead they might've been here-"

One of the other troopers interrupts, "Shut up you idiot! OPSEC! Not supposed to share that shit."

"Fuck you! I'm the ranking officer now, I do what I want," his gaze returns to the lady on his lap, "So yeah, part of an ongoing search. We're just looking out for your safety."

It was all too obvious, this guy wanted to fuck Tifa and she knew it. The soldier angle might work on some women, but she only saw one soldier in that light.

"Who could they possibly be? Maybe I could help." The girl throws her arm around his head and puts his face mere inches from her massive breasts. He visibly stares at them.

"Maybe... I know a few ways you could help."

Losing all inhibition, the soldier grabs her breasts roughly and a few of his buddies hoot and holler. He kneads them and even rubs her nipples with his thumbs, discovering the woman wasn't wearing a bra.

"Jugs like these on display? Damn girl, you've been wanting it haven't you?"

Damn it, she thought. She definitely couldn't kick their asses now. Troopers part of a search team for the very terrorist group she supports in her bar, and if they suddenly go missing, it would be no question as to where the group is hiding. Whatever happens, she was their plaything now. Damn it.

"I-it's just more comfortable. Mind keeping this PG-13, big boy?" 

"No way. If you want a big tip, we need big service."

With that, he lifts her top up over her breasts in one swift motion and reveals her massive G-cup sized breasts. Her skin was a bit pale, but it made her erect pink nipples stand out that much more. Tifa blushes at the sudden exposure and tries to cover her nipples reactively, but he grabs her arms and pulls them to her sides, making sure him and his buddies got a good view. His earlier groping had been getting to her and now that she felt so exposed, it was embarrassing her and arousing her at the same time.

"That's more like it!" shouts one soldier, "Strip her, John!" shouts another.

Tifa didn't like where this was going, even though her body was betraying her. However, there was so much on the line, her group, her bar, and Marlene... Oh god, what if that little girl wakes up and walks out here right now!?

"Excuse me boys, I'll be right ba-"

"No way! It's time to get things going, babe!"

The soldier grabs her and bends her over the table. The other troopers stand and begin unbuckling their pants right away. Was this their plan all along?

The SOLDIER Johnathan pins her while his buddy walks around and pulls her panties down and finally strips her of her tank top. 

"Oh man, she's already soaking wet. Just give in to what you really want girly and it'll go better for everyone."

Tifa couldn't deny this was a fantasy of hers, she just didn't imagine it being with her enemy. Her face was bright red as her resistance waned, her mind was losing the battle with the way her body was feeling.

Johnathan's friends take over holding her arms pinned across the table while their ranking officer takes out his very hard and sizable foot long cock. He begins prodding the bartender's wet entrance and easily slides it in with an audible groan.

"Fuck, she's tight, virgin by chance?"

"N-no..."

"Ah, too bad. Still a great pussy!"

The sounds of flesh smacking against flesh fill the tavern as he fucks Tifa's pussy. Her skirt is rolled up around her waist, as the soldier fucking her occasionally spanks her fleshy round ass. This lasts for five or six minutes until the man begins speeding up his pace. Just when he, and TIfa, are about to cum, he pulls out and commands, "Get on your knees, and start sucking."

She hesitates at first, then he throws his wallet down on the table to remind her of her prize, and finally, the martial artist decides to give into what she wants anyway.

Tifa drops to her knees and begins sucking on his girthy meat stick. She's unable to get the whole thing in her mouth at first, but he gets impatient and grabs her head and forces the whole thing directly down her throat. Tifa is clearly gagging and out of air as her face gets very red, but John has no interest in seeing her pass out. In one quick movement, he unsheathes his cock from her throat. Tifa coughs and sputters on the ground and when she looks back up, the rest of the men have surrounded her face with their cocks.

"b-but... there's so many..."

There's a collective chuckle among the troopers, "Then you better get started."

Tifa begins sucking on their leader's cock again, taking only about half it in her throat while moving her tongue around the dick head, while stroking two other dicks next to her. One of the two not receiving any attention says, "If I'm the last to get touched, then I'll have some fun."
He drops to his knees behind the wanton bar tender and begins grinding his cock between her plush ass cheeks while reaching around to grope her breasts. This was going to send Tifa over the edge on it's own, as part of her was overwhelmed at first, but now the martial artist was loving this attention - more attention than anyone has ever given her. 

At her bar, it was always, "Tifa, get the drinks," or "Tifa, we need the money for Avalanche." Nobody ever did anything for her, or showed her affection or love, but now she was receiving copious amounts. Maybe I should be grateful, she thought.

The man behind her moves his cock from her ass cheeks to underneath Tifa and between her legs and instead grinds his meat stick against her pussy. To the woman's surprise, all of these men were fairly well endowed - or maybe there was a materia that gave them all 10+ inch size cocks. Tifa heard rumors about it, but never knew if it was true.

At last, the leader starts groaning again and completely takes over the oral sex. He begins face-fucking Tifa very fast and she has to brace herself on his thighs to not be completely gagged.

"Fuck, swallow it all you slutty bitch!" he says as he makes one final thrust to the back of her throat, sheathing every inch of his thick meat inside of her. A torrent of jizz begins blasting directly down her throat and into her stomach. She can barely taste it, but it actually tastes like peaches. Tifa instinctively swallows, though with a little bit of gagging, and then takes long languid licks up and down the man's cock to clean it up any excess.

"God damn. Don't worry, you'll get a round 2 soon," John says as he takes a seat. He slowly begins stroking himself to get back to full hardness as quick as possible.

"Alright, enough pussy footing, her snatch is soaking wet," says the man behind her as he leans back slightly and angles his cock upward into Tifa's vagina quite easily. Both her and the man moan from the feeling of penetration. Tifa was very close before and it won't take much to get here there again. 

The trooper grabs her by the hips and pulls her backwards, until she's straddling his cock reverse cowgirl. He twists her around until her jugs are hanging in his face and he immediately attacks one of Tifa's nipples with his mouth while thrusting into her cunt.
"Fuck, not my breasts... please, they're super sensitive."

He stops suckling for only a moment to say, "If you enjoy it that much, how can you ask me to stop?"

Another man surprises the woman by dropping to his knees behind her and prodding her anal entrance with his cock.

"Wait, not there, I've never done it in there!"

He laughs, "First time for everything!"

To her surprise, his cock feels rather wet - did he lube himself up for this when she wasn't looking?

The head pokes in her ass and the rest of it slowly slides in. The pain is intense, but not unbearable. Once he's hilted inside her rectum, he holds his dick there for a minute, allowing the pain to subside and being strangely considerate. The thrusting picks up after he thinks she's adjusted and a unexpected feeling overcomes the martial artist. She collapses on the guy beneath her and begins moaning incoherently. Being double-stuffed was something she never considered, but it was making her feel pleasure she'd never imagined before. Her mind was going blank and she was starting to forget why she was doing this in the first place.

"This slut's ass is clenching around my cock! I think she's cumming. Go ahead and cum, whore!"

Tifa's nails dig into the shoulders of the man beneath her as she screams and reaches a crippling climax. It lasts more than two full minutes, her holes clench around the men fucking her and they reach their limits. They both hilt inside of her and shoot their own massive loads into the slutty bartender. 

Just as Tifa finally comes down from her climax, she looks over and sees Marlene hiding behind the bar, watching the spectacle. In her shame, the martial artist simply turns her face away and returns her focus to the big cocks inside of her.

Once the two men orgasm, they both pull out and leave Tifa on the floor, semen leaking from her holes. The two other men who'd been waiting pick up the bar tender and sandwich her between them mid-air. They prod her used holes with their sizable cocks, but rather than penetrating, they tease her and one of them insists, "Tell us what you want."

"I... I....."

Tifa hesitates, but why, she wonders, I want this.

The fighter mumbles her response and the trooper says, "Louder, slut."

"I want you to stuff me with big cocks and fill me with juicy cum!" she shouts back at him.

"Good answer!"

The two men push inside of her and fill her ass and pussy once again. The group takes turns throughout the night, switching holes, and always cumming inside of her. By the end, jizz is constantly leaking from both of her lower orifices. For hours, Tifa gives in to the pleasure of servicing each of these men however they wish and voicing her many lewd desires and feelings, "Fuck me harder!" and "I need two cocks at once." More than a few times, she swallows another load. Despite all of this, she never removes the bunched up skirt as the soldiers seem to like it. 

Finally, the men are reaching their limits and they agree to one final gift for Tifa. They surround her and stroke their cocks as she pushes up her breasts and holds her mouth open while sitting on her knees. One by one, the troopers each reach a groaning, spurting climax as they aim their jizz at her mouth, but splash a lot of it over her breasts. Once all five men cum for the last time and coat the lewd busty slut with semen, they allow her to clean off each of their cocks before the troopers finally get dressed and depart.

Tifa is left on the floor, half-asleep, as she bathes in the afterglow of her many orgasms, until a shadow appears over her and she hears Johnathan's voice one last time, "We'll be back next week, now that we know you'll do it for free."

The barely conscious bartender just groaned in response. Looks like she'd have to close up early on mondays from now on.

 