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Fate Worse Than KO	By : CecilHoshino Category: +S through Z > Street Fighter Views: 17479 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Chun-Li - Backfire
- 2-Cammy - Rude Awakening
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“Juri! Hold it right there!”
The Korean warrior turned her head towards the Chinese martial artist, a cold smirk playing on her lips. “Wow. Back for another beating, officer?” she asked, honestly amused. She figured Chun Li wasn't about to give up on catching her, but she still had to admire her persistence. It was rather erotic. No. What was the word? Right, annoying. But there was something she could associate the word erotic with in regards to Chun Li. Now what was it again...
“Or maybe you got a little schoolgirl crush?” Juri added, leaning forward, one eyebrow raised, the eye bulging lewdly, as she twirled one of the tails of her belt in her hand.
Chun Li said nothing at first, as she shifted to a fighting stance. “One way or another, you're coming with me!” She motioned for Juri to come at her.
Juri grinned, and looked around. While normally this was something of a bustling back alley with teens and thugs hanging around, waiting for a good brawl as part of the tournament, the two of them picked the perfect time of night to have this little fight: there wasn't anyone in sight. Which was good; any other way, and Juri might not have had the fun she wanted.
That moment of thinking was interrupted when the motion of a kick came to the corner of Juri's eye, alerting her to lift her arms to block. Sure enough, a powerful kick landed, and while she absorbed the hit, Juri could still really feel it. Damn, this girl had quite the leg muscles! She looked at Chun Li directly. And what muscles! Underneath those leggings, those were some seriously sexy looking thighs, perfectly thick for a pretty thing like Chun Li. Juri knew she could associate the word erotic to SOMETHING about this girl.
Juri's hands moved up Chun Li's thigh, quickly moving in to her waist. With a wicked grin, Juri squeezed Chun Li's waist, lifted her, and did a half suplex, half throw. Chun Li flopped to the ground, landing on her shoulder with a wince.
While the Interpol agent was down, Juri walked over, and kicked her firmly in the gut. Chun Li coughed, air leaving her body, rolling over onto her back. “Come on, we're just getting started,” she taunted with something of a snarl.
Chun Li staggered to her feet, taking deep breaths to get her air back. Before she could say she was recovered, Juri rushed at her again, her artificial eye glinting a malicious purple haze. But this time, Chun Li was ready.
As Juri went in for a roundhouse kick, Chun Li brought up her leg to block, and then push at Juri's leg, throwing her off balance slightly. She then followed it up by a kick to the chest. And another. And another. And another. Soon, a flurry of kicks rained on Juri, a final, solid smack to the side of the face.
Juri looked at Chun Li, stunned, for a second. Then she broke out into a euphoric grin, her teeth stained red, as she spat out some blood. “That's it!” she cheered wickedly, before rushing back in.
The girls traded kicks and blocks, sometimes trying to mix it up with a punch, but those were unable to connect either. Until Juri managed to land a lucky jab to the left part of Chun Li's chest, staggering her slightly. That was all the opening Juri needed. With a devilish dervish, a mockery of Chun Li's own Spinning Bird Kick, Juri launched Chun Li into the air. Before Chun Li could hit the ground, her fall was broken. And her spine nearly was as well, as Juri caught her mid back with her knee. As Chun Li let out a mix between a choke and a yelp of pain, Juri brought up a hand, and stroked the side of Chun Li's face, a cooing sound coming from her lips...before she threw her leg, tossing Chun Li hard to the ground.
The Chinese girl groaned, and coughed, struggling to get up and get her breath back. She only managed to lift her upper body, when Juri tackled her to the ground, pinning her by straddling her just under her breasts. Chun Li began to struggle, as Juri grinned lustfully down on her. “That was fun!” she said with all sincerity. “And now for something even better...” She fished around in her pants, and managed to produce two items that were surprisingly undamaged in the fight. One was a dirty looking handkerchief. The other looked to be a medicinal bottle. Juri opened the bottle, and put the handkerchief to it.
Chun Li knew all too well that it was chloroform that Juri was applying, and that was confirmed when she pressed it to her lips and nose. Chun Li gave a few more struggles, before passing out underneath Juri. The Korean girl laughed, and started to frisk the Interpol Agent. Sure enough, she found some very suspicious equipment, which she made sure to throw into a nearby trashcan. Except for a pair of handcuffs. No doubt to be used in her apprehension.
“Kinky slut,” Juri chortled, returning to Chun Li, and fastening the handcuffs around her wrists, behind her back. She also undid her own belt, and wrapped it around Chun Li's eyes, blindfolding her. With that, she scooped the Chinese girl up in her arms, and rushed off.
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Chun Li could technically see, but she was so fucked up in the brain she couldn't really register anything. Several times before they got here, Chun Li was on the verge of waking up. And each time, Juri was there, once again, with the chloroform rag to the face. It got to the point that she didn't even need to use it on her anymore; she was so drugged she couldn't even remember anything after that intense beating she received earlier.
She only now started to flutter her eyes open, her brain FINALLY getting all cells firing again. And now she started to notice some disturbing things. Like how she felt cold. And unhindered by clothing. A second later to think, and, yep, she was naked alright. Or how her wrists were tied together by what felt like nylon rope, hoisting her up over her head. A net of nylon rope was at her back, allowing her to rest against it comfortably as one could. Especially when she felt her legs were involuntarily spread at a wide angle, almost, but not quite, doing the splits. She no longer felt any discomfort, really, doing the splits. In fact, they were like a comfortable stretch. But when they were shackled by leather cuffs to the ceiling to keep her legs spread at wide angles, that was certainly different.
“Whum—MMMM!” she tried to voice out, before noticing two things about her mouth. One, something like fabric was digging into the sides of her mouth, like a cleave gag. And there was something else in her mouth, something also fabric, but thick, and moist, and that weird mix of sweet and pungent. Chun Li began to, well, gag on her gag, now getting used to this oral invasion.
“Well well,” came Juri's voice, low and sultry as ever. “Looks like you're finally back. For a minute, I was worried I might have killed you with all that chloroform. Or maybe just killed your brain. This wouldn't be fun if you were brain dead.”
Chun Li turned her head, and saw Juri approach her. She still had her top on, the one that looked like a purple spider belly with eight black straps underneath. But she was completely naked from the waist down. She wasn't even wearing any panties; in fact, Chun Li could see that she was a shaver (Chun Li preferred to keep it natural) and that she was already wet. Chun Li groaned in disgust, and only in part because she was still struggling with her gag.
“Oh, you're probably wondering about what's in your mouth. Well, I hope the fight was good for you. Because it was great for me. And when I got you back here, and finished stripping you down and stringing you up, adding that cleave gag as the finishing touch, I was so fucking hot I couldn't help myself.” She chuckled. “Yep, I diddled myself. You're now tasting what you do to me. And THAT was so hot I had to save that.”
As if teasing her, Juri took out a cellphone, and pushed a few buttons, before holding it in front of Chun Li's face, forcing her to watch as she went through several pictures of her tied up and naked, from almost every angle. Chun Li squirmed, moaning into Juri's panties, shocked at what she was seeing. A groan of frustration came from her lips when Juri flipped the phone around, and snapped another picture of her struggle. “And one where you're awake. Mm, I might have to print these off and get them laminated; I've got good schlicking fuel that I don't think I'd ever get tired of.”
Juri snapped the phone shut, and an evil grin spread on her face, her eyes going wide and feral. “Not that I'd need them. Why get the photos when I've got the bondage slut herself?” She tossed the phone aside, and grabbed Chun Li by the hair buns. The Chinese girl screamed in sudden pain as she was yanked to look Juri in the eyes. “Now listen. You are not my bitch. You're lower than that. You are my fuck toy. If you be good, and keep me amused, prove me right that it was a good idea to keep you, THEN you get upgraded to bitch.”
Juri then yanked again on Chun Li's hair. Whatever screams managed to get out from behind the panty gag and behind the cleave gag were now smothered in Juri's breasts. As Chun Li struggled to get out from there, Juri clenched harder with one hand, the other stroking down her front, making sure to spend some time playing with her boobs. Juri rolled her head back, and sighed so contently. Guys were alright, she guessed. Fun, even delicious sometimes. But they could never compete with women for one reason: boobies. She moaned obscenely as she continued fondling Chun Li's breasts; fuck, did she love boobies! And if a man had tits, that usually suggested he wasn't worth her time anyway. Probably painful to look at, too.
“Mm, won't it be fantastic? I'll keep you in top shape every day, to keep that sexy body. You never have to work another day again, and you'll get the best meals. And every night or every other night, you'll get to cum so many times. And all you have to do is occasionally let me cum all over you.” A laugh. “And by occasionally I mean nightly. Sometimes also in the mornings and afternoons.”
Chun Li kept squirming and struggling for air, unable to really respond to that (although if she could, it would've been a solid “Forget it” from behind her gags). Juri huffed, and pushed Chun Li back into the net seat, and the Chinese girl gasped for air. Her entire mouth plugged, she took as deep a breath as she could through her nose several times, desperately grasping for air. During this respite, Juri had walked off to the side of the room, allowing Chun Li to get a look around. It looked like she was in a bedroom of sorts. Almost like a fancy apartment. A large cupboard was in front of her, and there was a door off to her left side, in her blind spot if she faced forward. She could see she was dangling over the bed, so if the supports gave, she'd at least hit something soft. Juri was probably digging through a closet.
Juri found what she was looking for, and approached Chun Li with a hard bamboo cane. She patted it in her hand with a hard clacking noise whenever bamboo hit palm. “But first, you better understand your place here.” She pulled the cane back, and slapped it against the sole of Chun Li's foot.
Chun Li's eyes opened wide, and she threw her head back, letting out a moan of pain. Juri rolled her eyes. “Oh please, we only just started.” Ignoring Chun Li's cries of pain and begging, Juri continued to cane her feet for several more swipes. After each foot got seven strikes each, Juri groaned. “Alright, fine. We'll give the feet a rest. Besides, it's your thighs that are really important here.” Juri started slapping up Chun Li's leg with the cane, putting major attention on her right thigh.
As Chun Li cried out again (several times), Juri grabbed her hair once again, and made her look at the caning. “You know what the boys at S.I.N called you while I was still with them? Thunder Thighs. Watch out for Thunder Thighs, she really fucked up Shadaloo.” Juri caned her a few more times, harder now, before dropping the cane on the bed, and racking her nails across the tough, muscular flesh instead, causing Chun Li to suck in a sharp breath through her nose. “Mm, but to go out squeezed between them isn't a bad way to go.”
Juri's fingers started to feather-lightly glide across Chun Li's legs, before tickling her thigh. Unable to control herself, Chun Li started to ticklishly laugh, and squirm to get away. “Oh, do you like being tickled?” Juri asked.
Chun Li knew that with a woman like Juri, tickling could be seen as another form of torture, but at least it was better than the caning. She nodded. “Mm-hmm.”
Juri licked her lips. “Well then, I'll tell you what. You be a good fuck toy and let me cane your other thigh, without complaining, I'll stop and just tickle you instead. Does that sound good, fuck toy?”
Chun Li managed to turn her head with Juri's hand in her hair, and nodded. “Mm-hm—MMM!” she cried out as Juri full on slapped her across the face.
Juri laughed mockingly. “Stupid fuck toy. Sounds good, sounds bad, even if you were my bitch you don't get a say in shit like that.” She picked up the cane. “Especially not if you're my lowly fuck toy, GOT IT!?” With that, she slapped her cane hard against Chun Li's thigh.
Chun Li got out a half second scream, before steeling herself, resisting any urge to do so. She was a trained warrior; she could handle pain like this. She could, really. Juri grinned at Chun Li's resistance, and started raining down more slaps against her left thigh, a little lighter than before, but harder than her right had received.
All the while, Chun Li kept a stern face, fighting not to give Juri any screams, although her brow was lining with sweat from the strain. The Korean woman threw down one final slap with her cane, as hard as the first, but even that only got a quiet but pained gasp. Juri threw the cane aside, and laughed. “Wow, fuck toy. When I said no complaining, I didn't mean no screaming. You're GOOD. But I did say you get a brief rest from the cane.”
She ran her hands against Chun Li's thigh, squeezing it, feeling it, running her fingers along every muscle. Chun Li whimpered a little, twitching somewhat, already knowing what was coming. Sure enough, signalled by this horrible woman's mocking laughter, those same, caressing fingers started to tickle her.
For the first thirty seconds, Chun Li was able to keep it down to a constant chuckle, squeezing her eyes shut and trying to keep still. But once Juri moved up her leg and tickled dangerously close to her crotch, Chun Li started to laugh. Juri skipped over her pussy and got right to work on her other thigh, tickling it even harder and faster than before. Now Chun Li was shrieking and laughing, her eyes wide open.
“Mm, that's the kinda noise I wanna hear from you, fuck toy,” Juri said, with a bit more difficulty over panting breaths. She stopped only for a minute, to get something else. Chun Li barely had time to calm down before she was staring at Juri, shaking her head, letting out several “mmphs” and “nn-nnns,” to try and dissuade her.
Of course, Juri ignored her, and spread Chun Li's pussy lips. After licking there for a few seconds, she found the clitoris, and nibbled on it, eliciting a moan, before Chun Li went back to the muffled noises of distress. Juri pressed the egg shaped, hot pink, plastic bud to her clit, and held it in place with a few strips of equally pink bondage tape.
Juri looked Chun Li right in the eyes with a feral grin, a hand on Chun Li's thigh. She held up her other hand, showing off a dial attached to the bud. In front of Chun Li's eyes, she cranked the dial to its maximum setting. The bud came to life, and roared against Chun Li's clit. The Chinese girl threw her head back, and howled into her gags in sexual pleasure, bouncing in her bindings.
As Chun Li squirmed and groaned from the vibrator, Juri's hands went to both thighs, and started to tickle. And as she did that, she lapped her tongue against Chun Li's stomach, swirling around her belly button, kissing and licking her abs. Compared to the tickling and the vibrator, Chun Li could barely notice. Chun Li thrashed in her binds, screaming in pleasure and shrieking with laughter, until tears came to her eyes. She honestly felt she was going to die, and was so ashamed that she was enjoying every second of this.
“Oh don't be modest, fuck toy,” Juri teased. “Cum as many times as you want, as many times as you ca--” Before Juri could finish that, Chun Li let out several more sharp gasps, before howling again into her gags, cumming, her juices dribbling out of her pussy and onto the sheets below. Some even squirted from her pussy and hit Juri.
As Chun Li came and cried and laughed all the way through orgasm, Juri turned down the vibration to a more moderate, even slow level, allowing her toy to get her wind back. She then brought her mouth to Chun Li's pussy, which still quivered and let out a bit of juice in a quick spurt, and wrapped her lips around it, licking up Chun Li's orgasm. She groaned pleasurably as she licked her out.
“Mmm, goddamn, fuck toy, what's your diet? That was gooood...” Juri purred, as she pulled her lips away, stained with her cum. “When you cum, you came so good. I might keep you just for that.” Juri retreated again, giving Chun Li a few seconds to catch her breath.
A few seconds gone too soon, when she felt something long, hard, and rubber entering her pussy. “Mmmooooh!” she groaned out, before looking down, and seeing that Juri was now penetrating her with a strap on, just underneath where she taped the bud down. With the tape taking up some space, Juri's phallus had filled up the rest of Chun Li's pussy, stretching it as far as it could.
Juri grinned, as she pulled the phallus out, and thrust back before she was out completely. She repeated this several times, retreat a little, then hard thrust. Chun Li let out a pitiful “MMPH!” with each thrust, and shuddered at each pounding of Juri's phallus inside her. With the vibrator still in her and still buzzing, Chun Li's first orgasm didn't offer much deterrent to the build up of a fast second. Especially as Juri savagely attacked her breasts with her tongue the whole way through.
Juri licked around the areola of her left breast, then the right breast, and then several more times, before biting her nipple. Once she applied enough pressure to elicit a sharp yelp from Chun Li, Juri moved to the other breast, to show its nipple some “love.” Chun Li sobbed as Juri bit and licked and lapped at her breasts, her hands firmly on Chun Li's hips, pounding her with that strap on, the vibrator buzzing. It wasn't long at all before her body betrayed her and she came a second time.
Juri pulled her face out of Chun Li's bosom, and grinned in ecstasy, watching Chun Li's sobbing face as she shuddered out her orgasm, a few more spurts making its way out behind the strap on. Juri pulled out, letting it dribble onto the bedsheets. “Fuck, I am so hot right now,” she groaned, her voice dripping with lust.
She lifted the dial again to Chun Li's face. The Chinese girl looked at it, then groaned behind her gags, as if to say, “Oh no, not again.”
Before Juri could touch that dial, though, she crawled up, and mounted herself on Chun Li's right thigh. The squeak in the ceiling where the support was getting some extra strain wasn't important as how wet Chun Li noticed Juri already was; she was desperate for another bit of release now. Juri cranked the dial to maximum again, and started humping her thigh.
Chun Li howled again as the vibrator came to life, and squirmed as Juri continued to grind her pussy against her thick, supple thigh muscles. Both women began panting and gasping, as Chun Li started to struggle now, trying to get Juri off of her. Juri, who before had her hands on Chun Li's thighs to stabilize her, slapped her across the cheek. “Stop squirming! You'll bring the roof down!”
An obscene moan cut off anything else Juri might have needed to say, and she gripped Chun Li tightly as she continued to hump her leg. She then brought a hand to her pussy, and started to feel for, and then furiously work her clit, biting her lip to hold back another moan.
After another minute of grinding and humping and fingering, Juri came with a groan that forced her lips open. She threw her head back and let out that long, carnal groan of pleasure, her juices spilling over Chun Li's leg. The fresh scent of her arousal was enough, and Chun Li soon came as well for a third time, sobbing into her gags in fatigue.
Juri lifted herself off of Chun Li's leg, and took the dial, turning it to its lowest setting before “off.” She looked at the panting, gasping Chinese girl, face lined with tears, breasts heaving, arms and legs tight from the way they were bound. Juri looked to the thick layer of cum she left on Chun Li's leg, and laughed. She grabbed the cleave gag, and yanked it off Chun Li's lips, and then pulled out the panties. As Chun Li still tried to get her air back, now aided by an open mouth, Juri ran her fingers along Chun Li's leg, spreading the cum, staining her fingers. She then stuck her fingers into her pussy, getting some more of her juices.
Juri laughed as she smeared her hand all over Chun Li's face, spreading her juices under her nose, over her eyes, and even getting a few fingers into her mouth. “This was the best idea I had since I captured that British slut last night,” she cooed happily.
Chun Li opened her eyes, shocked. “Cahmhi?” she got out with Juri's fingers in her mouth. Juri removed them. “Did you mean Cammy?”
“Oh, so you know the other bitch. Well, that makes things easier. Maybe tomorrow, I'll wake you up with your face tied to her pussy. You won't get breakfast until she cums in your mouth. Unless that'd be breakfast enough for you.” Juri chuckled cruelly, and pinched Chun Li's nipple. “So, let's review. Who are you?”
Chun Li gasped, so exhausted she couldn't really fight back. “Chun Li...” she moaned.
“Good.” Juri went over, and pinched her other nipple. “And what are you?”
“An...agent of Interpol--” A firm slap came across Chun Li's face. “Ah!”
“Dumbass. You stopped being an agent of Interpol the minute I kicked your ass in that alley back there. Now what are you?”
Chun Li hung her head in shame. “A...fuck toy...” she moaned. A gentler slap than before came across Chun Li's face from the other direction. “Ah! What the hell?”
Juri laughed in her face. “Silly bitch. That was fantastic! I'm keeping you for a long time. And because of that, you get the promotion to bitch. It's like fuck toy, only I won't chew you up for all you're worth and throw you in the trash afterwards. Nuh-uh. You and that British bitch are going to be servicing me from here on out.” Juri sealed that with a kiss.
Not so much a kiss, though, so much as smothering Chun Li with her lips and her tongue, forcing that muscle almost down Chun Li's throat. Juri held that kiss for a minute, before pushing Chun Li back. Before she could protest, the panties were forced back in, and the cleave gag was untied, then retied around her mouth, tighter than before. Juri then started to untie her legs from the ceiling, then her wrists.
Before Chun Li could do more than a token struggle, Juri tied her hands behind her back, and fastened her ankles together with cuffs. Another rope tied the two together. Juri then positioned Chun Li so she was resting with her back against the head of the bed. “Now, I need to go see how that British slut is doing. You might not hear the fun; every room in this apartment is soundproofed. Not a peep of what happens anywhere inside has a chance of getting out.”
Juri licked her lips. “But you might want to get used to seeing your new partner slut naked, or at least undressed. So I made this.” Juri opened the cupboard, revealing a large television. Taking out an SD card, Juri inserted it into a panel on the TV. A half minute of preparation, and Chun Li was treated to a video of an empty room.
“If she passed out before I was satisfied, I wanted to be sure I can at least schlick off to some nice me on her porn. But now that you're here, I can just fuck the other's brains out when one of you goes unconscious. Think I'll keep recording these; I want my bitches in a state of perpetual arousal.” Juri blew a taunting kiss. “I'll see you later, bitch.” With a mocking laugh, Juri left the room. Chun Li struggled and groaned on the bed, before sighing, and settling in to watch the video...
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