An Unexpected Yet Expected Event

He was a large man, Barret. Built like a brick wall, he was the sort of man that, upon looking at him just once, you figured he could more than likely break you in half, like a twig. Add onto that the fact that, in the place of a chunk of his arm, he has a chunk of metal grafted onto his arm that he can attach various kinds of guns --mostly automatic in nature-- and you have one fucking scary guy.

And he uses that to his advantage. He knows very well that most would fear him just by his size... add on the fact that he has a fucking gatling gun on his arm and we have one scared shitless person. But he goes further, the way he talks is rough, something you'd expect from somebody on the street that'll kill you for looking at him the wrong way.

But, despite all of this, he's not a bad person. He's a loving father to his adopted daughter, a good friend to those he trusted and he cares about the way the world is heading. Thus is the reason he started an urban terrorist group to fight against Shin-Ra, their oppressive control over the city in which he lived and their planet destroying Mako Reactors.

It was a hard life, being a terrorist. He always had to watch his back, to make sure that nobody saw what he was doing he had to lead his little ragtag group against the military, economic and political power of the government of the city. In his hands rested the lives of the innocent, and no matter how careful they tried to be, people would die, people whose only crime was living near the reactors, or relying on the power to keep them living.

He and his little band were hated by almost everybody because of such deaths... but also because of the various lies told by Shin-Ra to get the public on their side. It was a very stressful lifestyle, it didn't leave much time for a personal life, and what little time he did have went to his daughter.



"Ohhh...! Yessss...!"

She moans, fingers pumping her pussy hard and fast as several strong jets of water slammed against her sensitive clitoris. Her other hand was busy fondling one of her breasts, squeezing it roughly, her nipple digging into her palm. She moans ever louder, her wet hair sticking to her shoulders and back as she writhed against the wall, which she had to lean against because her knees felt weak.

"Ah... oh God... fuck me...!"

She cried out, her fingers working her slick pussy harder, her juices oozing from her hole, mixing with the water from the shower head the second it hits the outside world. Her head flopped around, strands of soaked hair sticking to her face as, in her mind, her fingers were actually a dick that was pounding her cunt, her other hand belonging to the same man that was pounding her with his cock.

"Yesss... so big and hard... fucking my pussy so fast...!"

She moaned louder and louder asd she slipped another finger inside of her, giving her a total of four. She abused her hole to no end, pumping hard and fast, fingers pushed open, stretching the lips, her very entrance to its limits.


She screamed loudly, orgasm hitting her hard. The muslces in her cunt spasmed out of control, a torrent of her juices exploded from within her, pouring onto the shower floor below, only to be swept up in the water seconds later and sent down the drain. She just keeps moaning as it goes on, the strong streams of water hitting her clitoris and pussy lips, sending waves of pleasure through her on top of the ones she feels from her orgasm.

Slumping to the wet floor, she pants as the orgasm comes to an end. Her fingers, slick from her juices slip from her opening, her other hand letting go of her breast. The jets of water keep going, hitting her bare skin as she tries to catch her breath


As she left the bathroom, body bound in that tiny little towel, hair sticking to her shoulders and to the towel itself, he stalked her, which was very, very hard, what with his being so large and so heavy. It was amazing how silently he could move... it was like he were blessed with the grace of a jungle cat, but up until now didn't know it. He watched her as she went off to her room, the way her hips moved, the way she carried herself... the very way she even walked, noticing how feminine she was for the first time since he saw her actually get into a fight.

He felt a bit bad for ignoring her obvious femininity, for making her into "one of the guys", as it were, for seeing her as a buddy instead of a woman. Then again, she never expressed any annoyance by it, maybe she didn't really care... but now he cared. Or rather, he cares simply because of the fact that he's horny and she has what he needs to satisfy him.



She pulled a lower drawer open, bending over, hands looking fishing around inside. He could easily see her firm little ass cheeks... and, upon a further look, he could see a small tuft of black hair peeking out from between her slightly parted legs... it was her pussy. His dick became harder still at such a sight, he knew that he needed to do this, and now, before he came in his pants, or worse, somebody came in and ruined this for him.

Moving quickly, and yet silently, using that damned unnatural grace of his, he came closer and closer, hand ready to grab hold of her towel, while she looked around, humming a little tune, unaware of the impending doom. Just as he came within reach, she made a small noise, it sounded like an "Ah." as she found what it was she was looking for... and, just as she began to pull it out, he grabbed hold of the small bit of fabric wrapped around her form.

She shot up straight, yelping as he ripped away the towel, and before she could turn, he pressing her still moist upper body against the dresser with the cold steel of his gun replacement for a hand, her tits squishing good and hard against it. She dropped the object of her searching, which turned out to be a pair of panties onto the floor as her hands grabbed hold of said dresser, feeling unbalanced by the fact that her legs were pushed out and away from it by the same dresser she was fishing around in moments before.

Bad for her, but good for him, since her ass and, more important pussy were practically pushing against his crotch. She whimpered and trembled, feeling the cold metal, knowing who it was nearly the second after it all happened. She tried to speak, but the sound of a zipper being pulled down made her freeze with fear.

She may have been trained in martial arts, but even if she didn't have a gun jammed in her back, her legs barely able to keep her up given the position he has her in and she needs her hands to support her, she still couldn't hope to fight him off. He was build like a solid wall, he had a far greater reach and his strength was far beyond her own.