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Life of a Wife	By : J-FSindel Category: +S through Z > Street Fighter Views: 11650 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chun Li honestly hated Bison's throne. She thought it was gaudy and stupid to even have one. What was the point of it?
Also, she was somewhat jealous she didn't get to have one. She was supposed to be his wife. Shouldn't queens have one? Hers would be different. Hers wouldn't be loud and obnoxious. Just a simple, elegant gold chair with blue cushions. That would be very subtle.
Of course, Chun Li didn't know how to broach the subject. Bison would probably die of laughter if she even hinted at it.
So when a servant fetched for her as Chun Li was reading in the indoor gardens, she had to roll her eyes. Bison could just come home and tell her whatever was important enough to warrant making her go to his throne room.
Begrudgingly, Chun Li brushed off her sundress and followed along to the massive room built to Bison's ego.
While all rooms exacerbate the narcissism that is M. Bison, the throne room was the worst offender. While the ridiculously named "Lair of the Four Kings" was pretty bad in Chun Li's expert opinion, the throne room just glorified Bison to levels she didn't even want to comprehend.
The room square footage was actually quite small compared to the Lair of the Four Kings room, which it was jointly attached to by a single hallway. However, the ceilings were vaulted up very high like a cathedral and the walls were angled in a way that made the entire room look taller from a perception glance. Embroidered curtains with the Shadaloo symbol hung from the ceiling and walls, easily able to carpet a whole room. A giant Shadaloo symbol hung above the floor, massive in size and weight.
A long panel of tinted windows were installed along the outer wall of the throne room, serving both decoration and useful purpose as computer screens. While the windows were one way that Bison could easily view his subordinates working in the Lair of Four Kings room from the comfort of his gaudy seat, they would not be able to see him.
Statues of Bison littered the area, often regal and seemingly omnipotent in their sculptured faces. All of them could have fitted in very well in a museum dedicated to conquerors and kings, with a particularly large one of Bison levitating.
There was once two statues of Chun Li that sat by the front of the room. They were made of the same stone as the Bison ones but instead of a glorious pose, both were a demure and submissive stance of the Shadaloo wife. The first one that sat by Bison's throne was posed much like a Holy Madonna statue with flowing beautiful clothes and a tilted head, as if she was looking down at her arms. The sculptor had left room for a baby addition when she got pregnant.
The other statue was tucked in an alcove above the wall of windows, intended to be reminiscent of the churches in Europe where beautiful angels decorated the exterior. Depicted as a Chun Li laying across a seat, she was sculpted with a beautifully detailed flowing cloth surrounding her and in throes of emotion as her mostly nude body was put on display. The sculptor had labeled it In Throes of Ecstasy as Chun Li objected to the original word Orgasm.
But one night when nobody was looking, the standing statue had somehow been smashed to pieces and scattered all over the floor. The guards had claimed they were knocked out by a kick to the head and gagged so they couldn't raise the alarm. Bison questioned his innocent wife as she had the best motive (She hated the statue), the best suspect (She talked about destroying the statue multiple times), and no alibi (Claiming she was practicing her sleepwalking fighting techniques), Chun Li had merely shrugged in response. So Bison decided to not repair it for the time being but relocated her other statue to the Lair of Four Kings room for "safekeeping".
Chun Li did ominously state that the statue would be 'wiped from this Earth' one day after seeing the blasted marbled figure in the center pillar of the room. Bison then ordered that statue be protected at all costs, assigning caretakers just to watch it.
Then, the throne of Bison. It was massive and heavy, made entirely of gold, as well as elevated above the rest of the room with giant steel steps going up to it. The head of the throne was the Shadaloo symbol and the armrests were fashioned into rounded corners, ebbed with single red diamonds. The seat cushion was actually quite comfortable, being made of soft red silk and goose feathers. There were four large rods coming from the back of the throne, each signaling a commander of Shadaloo.
It was disgusting how the room made Chun Li feel. The worst part was that soldiers were assigned to guard the room (sometimes, the Dolls as well) and she would have to walk down the pathway.
The servant had let Chun Li into the room, forcing her to walk halfway down to the front of the room. All of the soldiers were standing at attention, each holding fully loaded guns. The wife of Bison rolled her eyes quietly, letting her heels drag too much in presenting before her husband.
Her dreadful and egotistical lover was sitting comfortably in his throne, his legs crossed. His cape was hanging up behind him and Chun Li could spot that he had tilted his hat slightly above his head more, probably to make it more relaxed on his head.
"Hello, Detective," Bison greeted somewhat warmly, propping his chin up on the armrest, "Something the matter? You're not very close."
"I'm not standing before you," Chun Li stuck her nose up in the air, "So forget it. What do you want?"
Humming a bit, the King of Darkness drummed his fingers on his armrest before he stole a glance at her body and the high hemming of her sundress. She could practically hear his sex organ pumping blood away from that mischievous brain of his.
"I wanted to see you," Bison answered, flashing a smile here and there to possibly catch her off guard, "Why don't you come sit in my lap and be my good girl for me, hm?"
"No way," Chun Li huffed, "You've been staring at my chest for five minutes. I'm not going near you when all your favorite things are checked: me, easily tearable clothes, a captivated audience, opportunity for bondage, and stroking your narcissism. Count me out. No thanks. Bye."
She turned to leave before the guards blocked her with their guns in the air. Putting her hands on her hips, the young wife whirled around on her heel and shot him a dirty look. Bison seemed nonchalant about the sudden display of aggressiveness from his soldiers.
"You're kidding, right?" Her voice was undeniably pissed, "They're not really going to shoot me if I don't come up there?"
"Not shoot but you don't want to know what I instructed them to do," Bison cautioned her, "You'd wish I asked them to shoot you instead."
A low and defeated throat snap was heard from Chun Li as she let her body slump a bit towards him. Her hair ribbons fell in front of her face before she gave a massive sigh of exhaustion.
"It's too tiring fighting you," She muttered with a cranky disposition, "You've taken decades off my life."
Bison smirked, "Come here then. Why don't you come give your dear husband a kiss?"
She rolled her eyes, stepping up towards him before he yanked her in his lap. Chun Li felt her butt hit his legs, making her cross her arms. The soldiers quietly filed back into position, staring straight ahead at the walls.
"I don't want to kiss you," Chun Li wrinkled her nose, keeping her face away from his, "You better keep your hands at eye level."
Bison sardonically held his hands up in front of her face before he guided her chin towards his face and gave her a firm kiss.
"Why don't you be a little sweet on me?" He crooned, "I've had a long day."
"Do you want me to sign a sympathy card? 'Sorry but you deserve it for being a genocidal dictator. Love, the woman you kidnapped and forcibly married'?" Chun Li dryly asked before he pecked her again on the lips.
"Funny girl," Bison lamely replied, running his hands on her knee, "When are you going to challenge me again in a fight? That would truly make me laugh."
Her gaze grew black with disgust, making her flip around in his seat to face away from him. Her dress puffed up in the back, unfortunately pressing her undergarments on him.
"Jerk." Chun Li mumbled.
"I promise I'll go easy on you this time," He chuckled, "I won't use any Psycho Power or the left side of my body."
She crossed her arms, impudently keeping her emotions out of his reach so he couldn't get to her anger. However, Bison curled her dress hem around his hand, lifting her dress up so it could lay flat against his pelvis instead of being uncomfortably bunched up.
"Well, hopefully your day has gone better than mine," Bison started off another topic, "At least, less hectic."
Rolling her eyes, Chun Li felt a twinge in her leg before she realized the jerk was pressing his hardon against her buttock. Disgusted, she flinched in her seat.
"Creep," She snapped, "Put that away. I'm not indulging your ego."
"A beautiful woman sits in my lap in a little dress and you expect me to be dead?" Bison cocked a grin, "You can't blame a man for acting on biology. Men treat their women like that; not unheard of."
"You're ridiculously shameless." Chun Li mumbled, "Why can't you be one of those husbands that prefer the emotional part instead of the physical part?"
"That would be because I am not a homosexual and I like women," He flippantly answered, making her groan, "I also like fucking women, if you haven't noticed."
"That's so stereotypical," She berated him, "You know…"
"You know…" Bison mimicked her high pitch, taking delight in her anger. Eating back her words, Chun Li readjusted her dress and started to get up.
"Are we done? I need to research every possible way to shove my foot down your throat." She demanded roughly before her husband pulled her body back in his lap, "H-hey!"
"I have an idea," He suggested provocatively, "How about you sit in my lap until my so called "shamelessness" dies down?"
She started to wildly shake her head, "No way! I know how long you can hold that thing! When they say four hours, that's not a challenge!"
"Any record can be beaten if you make it one," Bison said, "Come on, babe. A man should treat his wife like a wife as much as possible."
"Then buy me flowers and take out the trash!" Chun Li squirmed as his arms wrapped around her.
"That's not what you like," He darted his words through the predator glint in his sharp canines, "You like 'em rough and tumble. Easier deniability when people ask if you're a slut for my dick, which you are."
"You are jus-" She protested before he slipped his hand down the front of her underwear, making her freeze up.
"Now why, if you didn't like me like that, are you wet?" Bison mocked her, "Does sitting in my lap as I sit on my throne turn you on a bit? I think you're a secret exhibitionist!"
His fingers entered her, making her struggle as if he caught her in a vise. .
"Not in front of people!" She pleaded, "Please…?"
"I also instructed them not to watch if that helps," He jeered, "Though, I can't stop a man from looking at your writhing body when it's riding my cock. Don't worry. You'll get into this very quickly, I think."
His other hand pushed aside her dress straps, groping her breasts under her dress and bra. Bison seemed irritated that another layer of clothes was on his wife's delicate skin and it was another barrier to her body.
"How many times do I have to tell you to burn all your brassieres?" The powerful leader inquired sharply, "These are my tits to play with and I don't like them cooped up like that. It's wrong."
The statement would have been hilarious since Bison chose that one feminist stance to make a claim on but Chun Li couldn't formulate a biting response. He tore the bra off and tossed it behind him, landing it on the ground.
"There we are," Bison announced, seeing her large breasts fall naturally, "Perfect."
She attempted to hide up her breasts by quickly using her arm to cover the nipples but Bison wrenched her limbs away and began to grope them hard. His mouth started to bite her neck, leaving hard marks on her skin that would take weeks to go away.
Embarrassed, Chun Li felt her face redden as the soldiers pretended to be interested in counting tiles. Shivering in humilated pleasure, she tried to move off his lap but he wrapped his arm under her ribs to hold her close while keeping his fingers inside of her. His free hand began to pinch her nipples to get them perky and hard.
Her panties began to tear under the immense pressure of his fingering, soaking his digits with her lubricated fluids. Chun Li could feel his wedding ring rub up against her walls, agitating her further and further into madness.
"Stop, stop, please…" Chun Li pleaded, her tone sullen and pitiful, "I don't...not in front of your men, please…"
"Nobody touches you," Bison calmly said, ignoring her forlorn cries, "You've been a good honest woman to me. But nobody will touch a hair on your head while I sit on this throne and nobody will stop me from touching you while I sit on this throne."
Her hand clenched his clothed thigh, her fingers wrought and tight to dig into his muscles. She could feel her breasts beginning to bruise under the delicious torment. Her tight womanhood started to eagerly clench around his skillful hand, almost in tempo with his rhythm.
The curve of Chun Li's feet soon went inward, almost hooking his calves as she reached orgasm. Tears ran down her cheeks as she withstood a harsh climax, forcing herself to bite down on her tongue so she could only whimper and moan. A soft squall escaped her grasp, quietly echoing in the room.
"You really tried to hold onto your ladylike modesty, didn't you?" Bison gibed her, grinning, "Good job, babe. You just made me want to do more so you can't help but look like a cockslut."
Her shoulders tensed up, making her try to maneuver but his fingers were still in too deep. The cotton blend of the crotch area must have been drenched in her heated scent, making the ancient primal side of Chun Li afraid she would be an easy target for the men in the room.
A horrible thought (or perhaps a dark fantasy once cooked up by a horny addled mind long ago) entered her brain: laying in Bison's naked lap, legs spread, while her husband's cock was buried deep inside of her and the subordinates on their knees, licking her pussy while her husband was slowly pumping his thick member in her. Or worse: letting the other men fuck her pussy while Bison was already fully in there, forcing her two withtand two male dicks at the same time.
Chun Li didn't think either of those things were possible outside the realm of porn but she didn't want to ask or know.
"Please, Bison," She started to grovel, "You made your point, I…"
"Point?" Bison undid her hair, letting her long locks fall around her shoulders, "I didn't have a point. I just wanted to fuck my wife. And my wife is going to enjoy me fucking her, whether her modesty allows it or not. But I guess that makes me fun for me; ripping away that prude side and letting that little slut with Daddy issues out."
A long tremble went through her spine, wrenching against his hard chest as if she was a lioness being forcibly mounted by her mate. The sharp edges of his shin guards suddenly hurt as it dug into her skin, uncomfortably making her chafe a bit on her calves.
His nose went into her hair, inhaling a deep breath. He let his tongue flick behind her ear, obviously attempting to make her more uncomfortable and exposed.
"You smell absolutely mesmerizing." Bison praised, clearly laying groundwork for a setup to trap her in, "Your sweat from fear and humiliation...Why, I could bottle it and dab it on my collar."
"Start a cologne and aftershave line." Chun Li attempted to regain some control, fruitlessly swatting at his invasive compliments. His chuckle was deep and amused, shortly encompassing exactly what he thought of her struggle.
"Perfect idea, Detective. I will make a cologne from your natural fear and my aftershave can be the scent of your eager little pussy. I can't decide which one I like more." Bison expanded on the idea, "I suppose I might wear them both at same time, much like...now."
His fingers stretched her suddenly, making her cry out in pain. Chun Li could only clench his forearm in response, unable to stop herself from exposure. Her underwear finally tore open, splitting the seams at the groin area.
"Now stop being such a prude little princess and ask me to fuck you." Bison instructed in her ear, "Or the next time I call you in here, you're going to wear your toys and your collar. I'll chain you to this chair and make you my little bitch. You think I'm bad behind closed doors, wait until I get audience participation suggestions."
Her options were limited so Chun Li nodded in understanding.
"Please fuck me, Lord Bison." She said, loudly enough to let the room hear her, "Please fuck me right now."
"Tell me why." He started to play with her hair, cooing at her.
"Because I am your wife. Because you married a w-whore," Chun Li said, recollecting herself after a stumble, "Because I want to please and serve you publicly as well as privately."
"Good job except that little stammer. Almost perfect." Bison remarked, now shoving his hand up to his broad knuckles inside of her, "Let's work on that. Do you have some issue with admitting you are a whore?"
"No! No! Ow!" Chun Li felt tears run down her cheeks.
"Then why don't you want to say it?" Now he was just torturing her. The soldiers clearly counted as much tiles as possible and started to mentally count the threads on each others' clothes.
"I don't! I don't! I'm your whore! I'm your whore!" She squirmed in agony as the pleasure sank in her walls, "Please fuck your whore! Please!"
He finally removed his hand from her entrance, holding it up to her face. Chun Li could see the long, dripping fluids from his fingers sliding down his fist. His wedding ring was glistening from her vaginal fluids, almost shiny.
Bison pulled apart his belt and pants, just enough to free his erect cock. He slid it masterfully between the torn fabric of her panties, inserting himself deeply within her. Chun Li gasped, her legs taunt with intensity.
He then slid one of his cum drenched digits across the back of her ear, leaving a thick layer of her lubricant on her skin. Taking another deep breath, Bison put his fingers in her mouth.
"I can actually smell your heat from here. But I like it up close and personal. Why don't you tell me how your acceptance of being a whore tastes, baby? I might use that to flavor my meals." He playfully inquired, beginning to bounce her in his lap.
Chun Li felt so vulnerable and bare as she rode in his lap, her breasts freely moving with his thrusts. Her tongue licked his fingers clean, tasting her own climax. The hard throne seat didn't cushion the vibrations well…
Her face was scarlet with humiliation as her husband's subordinates attempted to remain stoic.
"Come on, Detective," Bison snaked his voice in her ear, "Why don't you cum for your king again? You're fighting it but I know you want to show off your body."
Chun Li felt his fingers leave her warm mouth, feeling his teeth suddenly latch onto her hair like a dog playing with his favorite toy. A hunk of her locks was between his canines, making her wheedle a bit in pain.
His tempo increased, practically throwing her upwards with every movement. Her pussy instantly gave up, letting him pummel her. The way her tits were moving were definitely going to give Bison's soldiers wet dreams for weeks.
Chun Li couldn't keep it together anymore. Her throat cried and yelped and moaned loudly with a trembling crescendo of her tone. There was hardly a trace of modesty left as she took his cock.
Finally, she felt the familiar waves of orgasm come upon her. Bison must have sensed it as he yanked her head backward so she arched her back around him.
"I want you screaming for me," Bison said rather entertained by her debauchery, "Like a whore on a throne should be acting like."
Chun Li felt her feet sit on his knees, her legs spread out, and after a moment, she felt an intense rush of euphoric climax.
She must have screamed because her throat began to ache. Chun Li knew she said his name because he was grinning like a madman.
Her body slumped back and her legs shakily fell to the side, feeling the effects of her trembling in her muscles. She felt a hot rush between her thighs, feeling his warm seed slick her insides. The cum started to overflow, dripping on to the floor underneath the throne.
"What a delightful little wife you are," Bison told her with such false charm, "You're cute when you cum in public. It's like you think you're going to hell for indecency, I love it."
"You don't even believe in all that." Chun Li mumbled, now feeling her shame stretch back through the ages of her ancestors.
"Detective, I stopped being an atheist because of these magnificent breasts you have," Bison said, purring a bit as he groped them, "No man or machine could have made that beautiful rack you got. Had to be crafted by a omnipotent universe creator, like sunsets and canyons."
Chun Li made a face, blushing, "Stop it. Jerk. Let me go. You had your fun and you humiliated me."
"No, Detective," Bison rejected her demand, "How could I let a beautiful wife leave my lap when it's so obvious she needs me to pay attention to her? Why else would you wear that little dress?"
"That's not fair!" She growled, "You don't let me wear pants! You had your jollies, you showed off, so now let me go!"
"That was so smart of me." He kissed her ear, biting her lobe and ignoring her demands, "Free access to this body any time I want. And you're a little slut for Daddy so you won't stop me."
Chun Li froze, her face in desperate fear. Her hands shook a bit, trying not to look at the soldiers clearly listening now. She would rather Bison tear off her clothes and shove her full of toys than have him make her call him Daddy in public.
"Do you mind taking your dick out of me? It hurts." She attempted to change the topic, "I'm not a glove you can keep it in. Ow."
"Hm? No. I beg to differ, you are a glove I can keep my cock in." Bison responded lightly, "You said four hours, right?"
"No. No, no, no. That wasn't what I…"
"I know we talked about something to do with four hours." He shrugged.
"You know exactly what it was about and I don't want your cock in me that…!"
"Tick tock, tick tock. I suppose someone should have been keeping time." Bison continued, straight up ignoring his wife's thrashing words, "I just would hate to ruin a record so starting over would be best."
Chun Li fumed darkly, attempting to make herself decent by pulling her dress straps up over her breasts. However, Bison appeared to be more enthralled in ruining her attempts.
"You're like a little boy who loves kicking sandcastles." She accused him after the fifth time he released her dress straps off her shoulder.
"Haven't heard that one before but okay, Doctor. I typically don't fuck my psychiatrists but you're cute so why don't we forget the inkblots and both be on the couch?" Bison tutted, winking. She scowled, finally, slipping on her dress straps and pulling up her clothes.
"Can I go now?" Chun Li balefully asked, "Ow! Stop flexing that damn thing in me!"
There was an audible stifle of laughter in the room from the soldiers, making Chun Li embarrassed. Bison promptly wrapped his arms around her, satisfied at her current predicament.
"I'll take it out if you sit in my lap for the rest of the day." He offered, making her nod.
"Deal." Chun Li agreed before pausing, "...Wait, how long is rest of the day?"
"Too late, Detective. Bison let himself go soft and in a few minutes, he tucked it away into the confinements of his pants. Chun Li seemed tired and exhausted from the constant battling she was dealing with, slumping backwards on his chest. She moved her legs over his, sitting side saddle on his lap.
"I hate you." She muttered, "Can you please have a heart attack or stroke right now?"
Bison placed his chin on top of her head, "No. Don't try giving yourself one either. The doctors are quite literally on the other side of these windows and I'll put your consciousness into another body or something."
Chun Li blinked before she asked, "...There's not any clones of me or anything, right?"
"No, Detective. There's not. That was just a suggestible threat." He answered, "Besides, it's very hard cloning people. I can't get your breasts right and it bothers me too much."
There was a long pause before his wife lifted her head to look at him.
"So...you tried to clone me?" The young wife questioned him. To that, Bison didn't really respond other than a shrug and she didn't want to press the issue further lest she have nightmares of throngs of clone Chun Lis attacking her.
"If I had my own chair, I wouldn't be so uncomfortable," Chun Li stated offhandedly, looking away as she attempted to sway the conversation out of science fiction territory. He stirred a bit at her remark, his hands bright and alive with motion.
"You already have your own throne, Detective, I'm not giving you another one." Bison said cryptically, pulling her in for another kiss, "Be happy with what you have."
"My own…?" She started to say before his kisses silenced her.
Hours later, a new group of soldiers had entered the throne room to give their field report. It was clear, from the Captain to the lowest private, that some hedonistic display occurred in that room. The group of soldiers who had been guarding it were practically emotionless and purple in the face from erections they were trying desperately to hide from Lord Bison. So it was quite a relief when the Master of Shadaloo dismissed the guards, making them trample out of there like it was stampede of elephants. The Captain curiously observed each deserted guard post, seeing hard indentions of heels into the floor.
The soldiers saw Chun Li curled up in their master's lap, laying against Bison's chest. It was obvious the two had engaged in some intimate conversation as evidenced by her love bites and her tousled dress. She was sleeping peacefully, exhausted by her husband's persistent nature to seek her body out.
"Report your findings, Captain." Bison instructed the highest rank, as if the scene before them was another day. The captain came forward and began his speech.
After all, no man would dare ask the wife of Lord Bison to be removed from her rightful throne.
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