Shhhh 2

Basically I wrote a fanfic called Distant Shadows Distant Shores which some of the ff7 characters. The story had to stay clean so I took the part I wanted and put it aside into this fanfic. The plot. They were trying to find and rescue cloud and Zack. Vincent, Cid, and Yuffie fell into the hands of Darla Brett, a scientist who once worked under Hojo and has an obsession over Cid.



Shhh 2



By Sailor Poison





Cid wakes up alone in a dark room, tied in an uncomfortable metal chair. Both his arms and his legs are strapped down tight. The room has several monitors mounted on the wall and a control panel under them. He tries to remember how he got there. Dimly remembers the elevator ride and the strange gas that came out of the vent. He really hated being right about traps. Trying to figure a way out of the ropes when lights came on. Darla Brett walks in, wearing a sexy blue dress and some exotic perfume. Her red hair is in a fancy bun.



Darla, “So nice of you to visit me.”



Cid, “Oh, no problem Doctor Brett. I just love to visit mad scientists.”



Darla, “Oh, you remember me! I was hurt when you seemed to have forgotten. After

all, that one time was so unforgettable.”



Cid, “Yeah, I crashed my plane and you were kissing me when I woke up. You left when the paramedics arrived. But you weren’t this crazy then either.”



Darla, “I’m just crazy about you. All I want is for you to show me how much I know you love me.”



Cid, “I don’t know you! How the heouldould I love you?”



Darla pulls out a remote. She pushes some buttons turning on one of the screens. He can see the other two on the screen: Vincent and Yuffie laying unconscious on the floor.



Darla with a smirk, “Simple. I hate to be rejected. They are in a modified gas chamber. All I have to do is push a button to release the poisonous gases.”



Cid squirms in frustration, “Oh hell, I love ya!”



Darla looks very happy, “I knew you did! You always did like me best.”



Darla turns the screen off. She puts the remote on a panel and goes over to Cid.



Darla, “Now kiss me you fool.”



Cid almost protests but he thinks twice about it. She sits on his lap and kisses him. She really kisses him. His eyes open wide. He tries to protest this and pulls at his bonds.



Darla, “Oh my, you kiss better fully awake.”



Cid can’t believe she slipped him some tongue. She proceeds to kiss his neck and moves her hands all over him.



Darla, “If you don’t cooperate, I will kill your friends.”



Cid, “Shit!! Lady, you need help!”



Darla, “Oh, of course I need help. Only you can help me in my need.”



Cid, “Damn. . . why me. “



Darla, “Because your lucky.”



She kisses him passionately. He goes along with it only because he doesn’t want the death of his friends on his conscious. Her left hand goes down to his pants.



Cid, “Hey, I don’t think so! Kissing is one thing, but we are not going there!”



Darla, running her fingers through his short, graying, blond hair, “If you want your friends to die, then I can stop here.”



Cid pulls at his bonds in vain, “No, no, no!”



Darla, “Your body is saying yes, yes, yes.”



Cid looks a bit embarrassed, “Please lady, like a man can control that.”



Darla, “Call me Darla. In fact, feel free to scream it.”



First she opens his coat, tugs off his scarf, slowly opens his shirt, and unbutton his pants.



Cid, hoping to trick her, “Hey, it might help if you untie me?”



Darla, pinching a cheek, “I prefer you just the way you are.”



She slides her hand into his pants and fondles him. His body tenses. Cid mutters something under his breath. She smiles at him, then slides off his lap. She tugs his pants down some. Then, she pulls his member free from his underwear. Cid does have an impressive package. With a playful grin, she slowly licks his cock. Cid softly moans in as she skillfully works her tongue. Darla covers it with her mouth and slowly sucks on it. He closes his eyes and tries to pretend he is with his wife. He cums in her mouth, which she swallows quickly. She stands up and slips her black panties off. Slowly mounts him and guiding him into her. Darla gasps as his cock fills her. She drapes her arms around his neck and gives him another long, deep kiss. His tongue brushes against hers. Her hips push against him as she begins to rock. She lifts her dress over her head, revealing small round breast. Cid leans forward, licking hr warm sofft breasts with his tongue. She softly moans in his ear as she presses against him. He is also breathing a bit hard himself. Cid has been failing to imagine his wife at all. She rocks harder, pushing his cock deeper into her. Cid also moaning, feeling the need to push into her depths. His hips trying to rocking against her. Darla presses her soft breast against against his chest. Their mouths lock again, both of them kissing deep and desperate. Sweat trickles down their body. Their heartbeats almost at the same rhythm. She rocks harder and faster, feeling herself about to climax. The same rhythm lifting him towards an orgasm. Cid’s whole body tenses as she rides him hard. His arms and legs pulling against their bonds. They both cry out as the climax hits them, his seed exploding deep within her. He slumps in the chair, not able to go anywhere else. She brielfy cuddles against him. Gives him some tenderly kisses his, tasting his sweat. He feels some guilty and disgusted for even enjoying it . She slides off him and gets dressed. Darla also helps Cid get dressed. After some searching, she pulls out a needle with some strange stuff in it.



Cid, “Hey, your not going to use that on me?”



Darla, “Just your arm.”



She injects the stuff into his arm.



Cid, ”Ouch! Damn you bitch!”



Darla, “I wonder if your friends are awake?”



She turns on the monitor and sees the empty cell. Darla gets very mad and quickly leaves the room. Then the need to use the bathroom hits Cid.



Cid , also feeling funky, “Hey, hey come back! Damn, how the hell am I going to get out of this chair? ((In a soft voice)) Shit, I am either going to puke or piss on myself. . . . maybe both at the same time.”



Cid finds himself unable to yell and pull at the ropes without feeling very ill. So, he decides to just continue yelling, in hope that someone hears him.