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Life of a Wife	By : J-FSindel Category: +S through Z > Street Fighter Views: 11650 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Street Fighter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chun Li struggled to break free of her bonds before giving up again. Her muscles hurt and her body was so sore.
“It was a joke!” She yelled out again to the empty space, “I would have a way better reason to kill myself than your stupid face!”
Chun Li hated herself for not learning. As a practical joke, she planted a fake note about deciding to end it all by throwing herself on Vega’s claw and she left it for Bison to find. She detailed reasons that she assumed Bison would figure out it was a joke: his face, the fact he didn't let her drink his expensive liquor, Sagat’s eyepatch, the way her favorite TV series ended…
Probably what went too far was hiding from Bison. In her defense, she was just in the training room.
Oh boy, when he found her…
Bison went a little overboard, tossing her over his shoulder and carrying her back to their room. Also tying her to the bed sucked as well as the cocktail of drugs he gave her.
Now she had been restrained for three days now with five guards staring at her. Food and water was given to her by hand (Bison’s hand but she was humiliated enough to accept it after day two). She had escorted bathroom breaks but Bison took over the whole “showering” part.
He also had this habit of “checking” her body for suicide cuts even though she knew that he knew damn well there was nothing there. It was an excuse to fondle her when she was defenseless.
Why couldn’t Bison be into female dominance or feet? Why did it have to be bondage? Even worse, why did he have to be pretty good at it? His knots could make a Boy Scout proud. Bison must have been the son of a sailor for his rope skills.
Chun Li gave up, laying there with an annoyed huff that blew her bangs upwards a bit. What a bastard for doing this to her and all over a joke.
The door opened and she tried to stretch her neck out, seeing a glimpse of aforementioned Devil’s cape.
“Well, it looks like she’s on the ropes.” Bison said rather amused. Chun Li audibly groaned, trying to squirm away from his bad joke.
“How long did it take you for that one?” She muttered, “Three days?”
“Actually, I meant to say it this morning but I forgot. Something about a wife spitting in my face distracted me from my elegant and exacting wordplay.” Bison replied, motioning the guards to leave, “But you are pretty, all tied up like this. I think you wear it well. Much better than that feminism crap you go off on.”
“Let me go.” Chun Li gritted her teeth, trying not to react to his comment, “It’s been three days.”
“You spat in my face and told me to shove my head up my ass. If you wanted to be released, I suggest trying a friendly method next time.” Bison reminded her, grabbing her chin and making her cheeks squish in his hand, “Besides, you haven’t been evaluated yet by my psychiatrist. Once he gives you a clean bill of health, I’ll let you go.”
Her eyebrow raised in disbelief, forcing her words out through his grip, “You have a psychiatrist?”
“Someone has to do it. Besides, I brainwash so many people. You do not realize how many mental minds get broken that way.” Bison let her go, chuckling a bit, “But he’s a little busy now. New fresh recruits. You understand.”
His wife grumbled in misery, trying to stretch out her calf. Bison was starting to take off his cape, undoing his chain from his neck. She found her efforts less than satisfactory, trying to sink into the bed like a quicksand victim.
“You know it was a joke. You’re just doing this because you like seeing women tied up.” Chun Li accused him, “You’re honestly a psychopath taking his sweet pleasure in seeing me all helpless.”
“I take precautions. You are the one who took it too far.” Bison motioned to her, “Besides, aren't jokes based in some truth?”
Chun Li wiggled a little, feeling it tighten around her wrist, “Shut up. Ugh. When can I be released?”
“When you're not a danger to yourself or others. Namely me.” Bison replied, taking off his hat, “Besides, I think this has worked out perfectly. You're much more behaved.”
“I’ll fucking show you behaved…”
“In that case, how many milligrams of Zopiclone should you take today?” Bison went over to his drug stash, “I’m thinking 5. We could mix that with some Rohypnol and really have a party.”
Chun Li clamped her mouth shut.
“No? That's fine too. Keep it up and I won't need to play doctor.” He threatened, closing the case, “I have to work tonight so bite your tongue and I might let you out tomorrow.”
She frowned, “But I haven’t been fed?”
“I thought you could eat your own words tonight.” Bison stated, making her puff up in anger, “A deserving punishment, I think. I’m sure your spiteful little attitude should suffice your appetite.”
Her bottom lip stuck out angrily, rather pissed at her predicament. It didn’t help that she spat at Bison early in the morning too so her stomach was hungry and begging for food. However, Chun Li wouldn’t beg her sadistic husband for a meal. She had dignity left, even if he thought he had already scraped it off his boot heel.
Bison had placed a call to his assistants, ordering them to bring him a light dinner. He had hoped Chun Li would get the hint and turn in for an early night but instead, she fiddled around in bed. Her body wriggled like a worm caught in a bird’s beak, making the sheets bunch up under her thigh.
The dictator assumed that eventually, she’d learn to stop wasting her energy and lay still but Chun Li was one of those stubborn women who thought she could somehow break free of anything with her womanly wiles. Picking up a stack of papers, Bison dramatically dropped them on his table which startled her enough to stop.
“Sorry. Was I interrupting something?” Bison nonchalantly asked. Chun Li looked peeved, quietly and fruitlessly trying to readjust herself to a more comfortable position. Her arms didn’t allow movement enough to twist on her side so she had to resign herself to a half-assed tilting position that hurt her lower back.
The man had to admit, seeing the Chinese woman all roped and tied did make him aroused. Especially in Bison’s rope knots. He almost wished that Chun Li was more into the whole thing and he could really craft some elegant bondage work on her stunning body. Bison could definitely make tying up those breasts his art masterpiece, like the Birth of Venus painting.
But he had things to do and she, unfortunately, wasn’t one of them.
“Detective, you’re not getting out of there. Is there some reason you persist in giving yourself rope burns? Fetish, perhaps?” Bison scolded, “Attention seeker?”
He could see her fighting a response. She swallowed, trying hard not to laugh. This piqued his curiosity, making him suddenly question why her demeanor changed on a dime. Bison cautiously approached her, wondering if she had somehow figured out how to get out.
“What, Detective?” Bison pressed her for an answer, “What is so funny?”
Chun Li started to giggle, trying to squash her incessant laughter. Bison had a bad feeling about what she would say next.
“A frayed knot but the ropes will still hold!.” Chun Li joked before Bison groaned, tearing open the drug case. “Oh, come on! You asked me! What, I can’t make stupid puns? I thought this was an equal forced marriage!”
“No.” Was all he would say, prepping a needle. He couldn’t get that damn needle in her fast enough after that stupid comment.
He then turned and roughly jammed the shot into her stomach, dosing her hard.
“I hate you...u..” Chun Li stumbled, getting drowsy, “It waszd fungdd…”
At that point, she didn't have words but Chun Li fell asleep. Bison disposed the needle, locking the case back up. He knew that she would be fine in the morning when she slept off the drug effects. Bison head back to his papers for a night of midnight oil burning.
After about an hour, Chun Li woke up as Bison was sitting across the room. He was working diligently as stacks of paperwork laid before him, completely in a rhythm and mode that was laser focused. His half eaten dinner laid next to him along with a tenderly cared for glass of sangsom.
She attempted to move again but she was restrained. Instead of being angry though, Chun Li giggled.
Bison looked up for a brief moment. Great. His wife was still drugged and woke up before it wore off. Like a drunken stupor, she was not going to remember this night at all and wake up with a killer headache tomorrow.
Chun Li said something out loud, slurring her gibberish pretty hard. After being married to her for awhile now as well as no rookie to this, Bison figured she was trying to talk to him.
“Go back to sleep, detective.” He ordered, diverting his attention back to his work. It was best not to decipher her words or bother to entertain her. It never made any sense and she wasn’t going to remember it in order to hold it against him.
Chun Li flailed her body, looking pouty. She tried again, blabbering to get his attention. Her accent changed a little to a more natural if not completely wasted tone.
He might have given her too much Rohypnol. The only thing worse than a slurring Chun Li was a slurring Chun Li trying to speak Mandarin.
Bison didn't even try to get her to normal, his eyes downcast on his work, “Stop fussing like a child and sleep.”
It seemed like she took his advice since he heard nothing further. Mentally, Bison was consumed with adding up his numbers, keeping track of his math in the margins, so he damn near fell out of his chair when he heard a loud crash.
“The hell is…?” Bison jerked his head up, seeing Chun Li out of bed and stumbling towards the restroom. For a moment, he thought he had fallen asleep and he was dreaming of something Chun Li could actually do by herself. Upon blinking rapidly and seeing his lamp shattered on the floor, Bison realized that she was in fact out of her bonds. Chun Li was trying to walk like some drunk baby penguin, falling onto the walls and laughing with every mistake.
Bison rose from his seat, his long strides able to keep up and swiftly catching her before she fell. Of course, she squirmed hard and he dropped her onto the floor.
Well, Bison wasn't really that nice of a man to care. He let his his arms go to his sides in exasperation.
“Get up.” He ordered, towering over her useless body. Chun Li whimpered, mumbling out some excuse why she couldn't accomplish human decency. Sighing, he roughly dragged her to her feet. Chun Li stumbled backwards, making him catch her again.
“Bed. Now.” Bison said sternly.
She giggled again, sloppily attempting to kiss him before he pushed her head away. Chun Li was worse than a handsy drunk at a strip club.
Her mouth made some word but Bison could maybe make out the word “potato” if she really was trying to speak Mandarin. He roughly tossed her on the bed, working on tying her feet first so she couldn’t walk. However, Chun Li had become overparticular and begun to fight his grasp. It was hard to keep her still long enough for the rope to secure her correctly.
“Stop moving and be still.” Bison ordered firmly, wrapping the rope around her ankles for the third time. She motioned rather quickly before rolling over the bed hard and hitting the floor.
Bison mouthed how she had to be fucking kidding him silently to himself, wondering what sort of punishment this was for him.
He reached for her arm and pulled her up to him, making her lie down on the bed again. Chun Li was totally out of her mind, the pupils in her eyes were completely fucked up. However, he leaned over to push his heavier weight on her so he could tie her hands first and she nabbed a kiss from his lips.
“Knock it off, you drugged out little brat.” Bison threatened, feeling her slip out of his ropes again, “I will smash your head against this fucking headboard.”
That did not deter her in the slightest because now she had a new goal in mind: getting his pants off. Her fingers had snuck their way to his belt loop, trying to tug it off. Bison had to use one of his hands to slap hers away from him.
“No. Stop it.” He ordered her, fighting her clumsy hands away from his belt, “Detective, I will swear to whatever deity you pray to that I will punish you if you don't stop.”
Chun Li was somehow falling back into old instincts and fumbling as she took off her top. Bison appreciated her learned behaviors but he had work and fucking a drugged up wife wasn't scheduled today.
“Detective, I am not doing anything to you. I’m not going to fuck you or entertain your stupid antics. Behave.” His voice turned into fiercely rough, almost growling like a wild alpha wolf showing his power over his pack companion, “Now.”
She seemed to like his violent nature, lightheartedly running her fingers over his clothed chest and letting her nails run in his deep muscular lines. Chun Li then pressed her lower pelvic region onto his groin, looking almost desperately pitiful for his touch.
“You lost your mind.” Bison sighed, standing up to try again with her feet, “Your brain is addled with drugs. I’m not fucking you, no matter how you turn on the innocent little charm. You’d only get pissed at me the next morning because you’ll claim I took advantage of you or something.”
It’s not that Bison had issues with sleeping with her. He spent many nights drugging up women and using them for his own personal pleasure. He’s slept with Chun Li when she was drunk on his dining room table and he consistently uses her when she’s under his hypnosis.
This was just terribly inconvenient, not abhorrent. He also just didn’t want to deal with a pissed off wife tomorrow after a long night of work.
However, Chun Li had spread her legs and Bison could practically smell her desire as his eyes picked up a damp spot on her underwear.
Bison took one look at his playful, completely out-of-it wife and decided he was already going to Hell so it didn't matter at this point if he pissed her off by taking advantage of her. Besides, he was certain this was a moral gray area.
“Alright, let's go.” He caved, tearing off his belt and undoing his pants. He practically jumped on her waiting body, ripping apart her flimsy little clothes that kept him from her.
Passionately kissing her, Bison kicked off his pants as his free hand pulled down the band of his underwear so his aching member could be freed. The Shadaloo leader wasted no time making Chun Li his woman, pushing his thick cock into her moist eagerness. He let out a primal groan, feeling her tightness around his masculinity.
His hips started to go at it hard, letting his bare skin feel her rope burns from her previous bonds. The impressions of his ropework were left on her skin like intricate tattoos, surrounding her body like a web.
Bison could spot bruises from where she struggled too hard, making him lick his lips. She was like prey that was trapped in his lair, dragged back to his den to be devoured whole. Chun Li’s eyes gazed up at him, looking innocent and helpless in his arms as her mouth parted to moan softly in tempo with his rhythm.
Her hand went over his opposite shoulder, making her nuzzle him in his neck as Bison thrusted into her. Chun Li was a hell of a lot more wet than he had anticipated, making him think she might be into the whole bondage thing.
He could give her a quickie, get his jollies, send her to sleep, tie her up, and get back to work. Seemed like a foolproof plan in his brain. After all, Bison worked better when he was relaxed and happy so making his wife his cock sleeve was a perfect way to get there.
Chun Li was happily taking his dick like a champ, responding very well to his rugged thrusts. Her pussy quivered around him as he hit her cervix which made her squeal in joy. Now instead of drugged ramblings, she was moaning nonsensical and pleasurable blather.
Goddamn, her pussy fit him like a glove. Bison thought this over and over again, giving his dick pretty fucking good to his wife. Her skin felt so soft and silky in his hands, a small reprieve to the roughness of his palms.
Chun Li had heaved her chest against him, practically squirming to offer her body to him. Bison reached up and ran his hands down her bare curves, drinking in the mere sight of her arching wiles toward him.
He pinched her nipples, groping her huge breasts in his hand. Bison was definitely going to tie up her amazing tits and play with them. When he had time and patience to spare with her bullshit, he was going to take his skills and apply them to her chest. Then he was going to paint her breasts with a fresh coat of his cum.
Bison’s little wife was helping him fuck her pussy deeper, moving her hips up to give him a better angle. Her fingernails dug sharply into his back, making Bison almost caveman with thought of his prey fighting back. He felt scratches run across his muscles, making him bare his teeth into her ear.
“You bad little girl,” He hissed, his hands grabbing her hips, “I’m going to tear you apart and consume you. I’m going to play with you for days before I eat you up. You’re going to be begging me to be your master.”
His pace picked up, shifting the bed and headboard under their fucking. That wall had been fixed multiple times from the banging and Bison aimed to have it fixed a few more.
She then started kissing him on the neck, mewling a little with every hard thrust. He felt her canines on his skin before she roughly sank her mouth on his upper jaw.
That did him in fast, erupting inside of her with intense fervor. Chun Li seemed to revel in his loss of discipline, reaching her own climax as his cock slid out of her.
Bison looked at her flustered and happy glow, observing her fingers idly playing with her seed flooded pussy. She seemed girlish at the thought of the volume of semen she took, her skin flushed pink with the idea that he could breed her.
Maybe he should drug her more often.
Bison decided his drive was well spent in this distraction and he had plenty of work to do. Bison tied her back up and Chun Li fell asleep.
He picked up his discarded shirt and underwear, redressing himself. Bison thought briefly that his young wife should be cleaned up but decided since she wasn't going anywhere, Chun Li could sleep like that.
Leaving his shirt unbuttoned and exposing his chest, the dictator dove into work. He found himself very productive, blowing through red tape like a hooker on military discount night. He actually thought he might finish early and head for bed to get enough hours of sleep.
His ears picked up a shuffling sound but Bison flitted his eyes up, seeing his wife just shifting in her sleep. For a moment, he thought she was kind of cute with her being all sexed up like that. However, the moment passed and he refocused his efforts.
Satisfied the math had added up correctly with one of his reports, Bison reached for his glass but found his parched throat unsatisfied. Damn. The bottle was on the other side of the room. His lips were dry now and his throat was yearning for a drink.
Unfettered, he got up from his chair and headed towards the cabinet. Unlocking it with a key he hid in the highest shelf (because being a dick to Chun Li was pretty fun at times), Bison reached in for the bottle.
He twisted off the cork easily, taking a sip. It was damn good sangsom. Reminded him of days past when Bison had no cares for anything but getting stronger.
Bison glanced at the clock over the empty bed. It was only 10:30 p.m. He could get through the budgets and reports, wash up, and head to sleep. If he wanted to shave off a minute, he could probably chuck his pants and clothes in the hamper from where he was sitting to work…
Wait. Empty bed?
Startled and suddenly back to present, Bison almost comically stared back and forth to his desk and the empty bed. Not wanting to believe it, he ducked his head under the bed in belief that maybe she had fallen off.
Where was Chun Li?
She must have escaped again, somehow by some miracle that graced his bedroom once more. Bison dropped the bottle of liquor, forgetting it as it poured its contents all over his expensive carpet.
He must have been working so hard that he didn’t notice her leave. Bison saw her clothes still laying on the floor so not only was his wife drugged but also indecent. The dictator snatched his hat off his nightstand, fumbling to put it on his head as he raced out the door.
Was his room possessed by Houdini? Bison knew she couldn't get far in her state.
Shit. His pants. Bison chided himself for remembering a hat but not his pants. He quickly doubled back, grabbed his pants, and threw them on while sprinting down a hallway. Bison had hoped nobody saw that display of forgetfulness.
In his life, Bison would never be able to figure out how a druggie Chun Li escaped his sight but also made it down his base. It was like a talent, even. Bison waved his hand in front of him, letting his Psycho Power guide her.
The kitchen. That made sense, she didn’t eat today. He threw open the doors, sighing with aggravation that his wife was not huddled on the floor like an infant and shoveling candy in her mouth.
Chun Li did that when she was drunk, why not under sedatives?
However, his ears picked up noises. Gibberish. She was in here alright. Bison cautiously examined his corners, hearing the sounds come closer.
In a corner of the kitchen, he saw Chun Li flapping her arms around as if she was telling some adventure story. Groaning, Bison marched over there with hell to pay and receipts to prove it.
However, he saw someone coming out of a walk-in pantry with an armful of food. Bison damn near went into an emotional rage thinking that someone had the audacity to steal his personal food and keep his wife company.
“‘Ey, I found mor’ sweets for ya.” The undeniable brute English accent came out, like a pig trapped in a terrible English punk concert, “Hidin’ in the bak, you know.”
Birdie, the hulking and obese pathetic worm that Bison was damn sure he didn’t hire but he was still around anyway. He had to crack down harder on these recruiting methods and have any unqualified candidates shot.
Chun Li clapped her hands, giggling. Bison was somewhat relieved she was wearing a chef’s coat that someone must have left that at least covered her naked body. Birdie wobbled over there, letting the snacks spread out on the preparation table. She dove for one snack, eating it like a hungry squirrel.
Annoyed at the very sight and angry at the very thought he had to now bear witness to Birdie’s foul presence, Bison gave a rather stale cough to alert them of his watchful eye. Birdie had stumbled backwards a bit while Chun Li shoved the entire snack in her mouth, making her cheeks full.
“Well, ‘ey, Boss!” Birdie stammered a bit, “I...uh, ‘ought you might wanta…”
“I’m going to burn that pantry with you in it if you don’t be quiet.” Bison interrupted him coldly, knowing full well that he was still going to burn that pantry anyway to get rid of his pig smell. The larger man gave an uneasy chuckle before Bison set his sights on his wife.
“You better have a good explanation.” He said. Chun Li muffled out something squeaky, her mouth full of food. Bison sighed; he didn’t know what kind of response he was really expecting from her in this state.
“Swallow.” Bison irritably commanded before realizing his subordinate’s face had changed and the tyrant hastily added on, “Your food.”
Chun Li swallowed it, her words coming out of her mouth like a tidal wave of horrible nonsense. Growling, he snatched her arm and held her firmly. Chun Li made a face as he dug his nail impressions into her skin through the thick chef’s coat.
She attempted to defend herself somehow but Bison wasn’t keen on putting up with her lack of language mastery.
“She says that she was ‘ungry.” Birdie translated, “And all that sex mad’ her ‘ired.”
Figured the only thing Birdie was good for was deciphering gibberish of a madwoman. Bison shook Chun Li roughly, trying fruitlessly to kick some sense into her drug-addled brain.
“You didn't give her alcohol, right?” Bison asked with some testy tone. Birdie shrugged.
“She wanted water when I ask’d.” He said, “Anyway, ain't she supposed to b’ out of these places? Never seen her come out here at nigh’ befoure…”
Chun Li flailed again, hopping a little. Bison kept his grip tight.
“I’m sorry, before?” Bison repeated Birdie’s word, having to really hold himself back from murdering him in his spot. Birdie waved his hands, gesturing wildly.
“N-ah, I mean lik’ servants and stuff!” Birdie tried to defend himself. Bison vowed to sew his mouth shut and feed him through a tube for this but Chun Li had distracted him for now.
“She's a bit out of pocket. As long as you didn't give her anything but water, she's going to be fine. Otherwise, organ failure.” Bison remarked before turning his gaze to her, “Sit still, girl.”
“Aw, too bad, 'ey? She's fun.” Birdie said, “Way more fun tha’ you. Ain't that right, Mizstress Bison?”
She giggled, sparking off a whole wave of gibberish.
“Yeah? Tha’ right? That was pretty funny.” Birdie appeared to agree before Bison rolled his eyes.
“As much as I enjoy breaking up the two best friends in the world,” The crime lord interrupted, “My wife needs rest and quite frankly, the cultural aesthetics of jolly ol’ England aren’t helping.”
Bison made sure to mimic Birdie’s Cockney accent which infuriated the larger man. However, Bison knew he would be foolish to test his strength against the Mighty Bison even if his hand was currently keeping a childish wife still.
“Didn’ hafta go thare.” Birdie grumbled.
“Get the fuck out of my kitchen.” Bison deadpanned as Birdie backed away before trying to snatch some food to fill his pockets. Taking a deep breath, Bison decided it was best to let it go for now.
He started to drag Chun Li behind him but she kept stumbling and falling over. Making rambunctious racket by knocking over pots and pans, Chun Li couldn’t stop laughing in glee at the sound.
Bison wondered if he could find a knife and stab his temples to spare him the noise of her gibberish and the London debauchery that was encouraging her.
“Oh yeah?” Birdie was having a deep conversation with her, “If tha’s yore thing, yanno. No judgements.”
“What are you two hens clucking about?” Bison demanded, whirling around. Was she bragging about their sex life?
“Oh...uh...nuthing.” Birdie defensively said, “Aye, you know, it’s notin’ bad.”
Bison glared at Chun Li hard, giving her a warning look. She did not see his threatening gaze as she was busy checking out his bare muscular chest that only his unopened shirt could provide. Tugging her again, he continued his mission.
The two behind him resumed again in whatever blubber they chose but a little quieter. Bison knew he was being slowed down by their conversation but he was just ready to get back to the room.
“That big, huh?” He heard Birdie whisper. This time, Bison whipped on his bare heel and saw Birdie holding up his two hands as if he was measuring something. Birdie immediately dropped his hands, looking away as if nothing happened.
“I give up.” Bison snapped, reaching over to swing her feet up so he could carry her, “You’re going back to the room. And you, get lost. Whatever she told you, forget it.”
Chun Li giggled again and Bison felt a bit of a strain on his back. Fuck, why would she let her full deadweight on his arms? Before he knew it, she had taken off his hat and put it on her head. It was lopsided as her head was smaller than his.
She pointed and laughed out some noise.
“She says it’s hers.” Birdie translated, making Bison groan again. It wasn’t a battle worth fighting right now and he already lost an hour of work. Chun Li was fiddling with his collar as he carried her down the hall. Eventually, she curled up against his chest with her cheek buried his his uniform.
Finally, he managed to get her back and unscrupulously tossed her back on the bed. Tying her hands and her feet, Bison was satisfied that she couldn’t escape this one. Chun Li had already passed out, his hat uncomfortably wedged behind her head.
Annoyed, he plucked his hat from her and placed it on the nightstand.
“You’re lucky you’re so damn cute.” Bison muttered to her resting form, “I’ve shot men for less.”
She gets another day in the stocks, he figures. Outstretching his arm and picking up his earlier liquor bottle, Bison griped in exasperation as he poured the remaining alcoholic dribbles from the container.
It was going to be a long night for him especially since he had to plan out her punishment as well.
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