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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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Commander Sigu was not wanting to bring the bad news to Lord Bison himself, especially since Lord Bison had expressed extreme displeasure at the partnership from the very beginning. He especially did not want to die in the Emerald Isle, especially in a city called Limerick. What sort of joke poem would Sigu be part of if he died in a place called Limerick, Ireland?
The Sirdoonka Runners, a smuggling operation run by the shadiest, greediest Malaysian pirate in the Indian Ocean, had suddenly come down with a bad case of the Mondays with claims that the Singapore police was laying in wait for them. The Malaysian pirate known as Afan was demanding a hundred million more dollars to run Shadaloo's arms supply across to Thailand or they would keep the supply.
Lord Bison had been curtly dealing with them beforehand but now, he was going to skullfuck some poor bastard for daring to hold his weapons armory hostage. While Sigu knew that Lord Bison would have no problem wiping the shitstain off the Earth, enough for epic poems to be written about it in decades' time, the weapon arms were too great to fall into the wrong hands. It could outfit an entire African dictator's army and then provide enough for his grandmother to hunker down in a underground safe house.
If the international police got ahold it, Shadaloo could lose damn near five hundred million dollars. To add to the stress, Sigu had only gotten the information by telephone from an operative agent seeing the progress in Singapore and the clock was ticking. The Strait of Malacca would soon be overrun with daily trading ships and Shadaloo wouldn't be able to smuggle it on mainland.
Sigu decided it was best to convey the information to someone else, hopefully to dilute the aggravation enough where Sigu gets to keep his head attached to his neck.
Hanging up the phone, Sigu exited the armed car and began quickly walking to a main event center where a very large party was going on. Truthfully, it was not a party but a prize mixed martial arts fight that may toe the line (or way beyond) being illegal or not. Gambling bookies had been creaming themselves over this fight for weeks, piling enough cash to open a bank.
Lord Bison was only there to oversee his backed fighter, an Irish national who may or may not be a wanted criminal associated with the IRA. The other reason was that Lord Bison had intended to meet several associates who were high ranking politicians in the United Kingdom, ones that Lord Bison graciously invited to party on his dime.
Sigu made his way through the crowd as the opening announcements had begun, heading up the elevator to the holding boxes. Several drunk politicians were lousing about in the rooms and corridors, being plied with beautiful women and alcoholic drinks. All the women were high class with varying ethnicities, like a buffet of hedonism.
The Shadaloo commander opened the utility door, seeing one overweight drunk man with his pants down as he was being specially orally serviced by a busty blonde woman. Sigu blinked a bit, seeing the drunk staggeredly apologize as he tried to pull up his pants.
"Sorry, eh?" The drunk chuckled as if it was hilarious. The woman wiped her mouth and Sigu let them walk out. The commander had a feeling that, if he wasn't mistaken, that man was the Minister of Finance in Ireland and he was definitely sporting a wedding ring on that finger.
Sigu headed to the far end of the utility hallway, seeing a locked door. He opened it quietly, seeing a room full of monitors and security footage. A tall man wearing a thick Chinese robe was staring at the screens intensely, almost unbreaking.
"Master F.A.N.G," Sigu greeted, bowing, "I have some bad news to report-"
F.A.N.G whirled around almost dizzyingly fast, looking infuriated. Sigu stepped backwards as the man stormed over to him.
"Do you not know how to knock?" F.A.N.G snapped with irritation, "Must I teach you manners? Knock before you enter a room!"
"Uh...yes, sir." Sigu swallowed, perplexed at his superior's outburst, "I am needing to inform you of bad news. Lord Bison must know right away. It has to do with the Sirdoonka Runners and the shipment that was supposed to go out tonight."
F.A.N.G looked displeased, "Supposed to? The shipment should already be halfway across the strait! What are those little gnats doing now? We never should have trusted that filthy bastard of a man."
The commander straightened up, "Yes, sir. I received word that the runners refuse to move the shipment, claiming it is being staked out by international police and local navy from Singapore. Afan is demanding ten million dollars more for the risk of losing his ships being seized or he's not moving the shipments and will keep the arms for himself."
F.A.N.G appeared disgusted, as if Sigu had personally threw up blood and bile in front of him. The right hand of Shadaloo crossed his long robe sleeves, pondering what the course of action was. Lord Bison would not be happy one bit, especially since he was right about not wanting to work with them.
Sigu was smart in not approaching Lord Bison first. F.A.N.G had a way with words for the Shadaloo leader, prompting the extended lifespans of those around them.
"Call the operatives. Tell them to stand by for orders. I will let Master Bison know." F.A.N.G ordered, making Sigu salute, "Watch these cameras and report suspicious activity."
With that, F.A.N.G left and Sigu took a breather.
F.A.N.G knew Lord Bison had expected this to be handled properly and the fact his supplier was suddenly sticking in like a bad thorn would mean something had to be done with heavy discrimination. At least it was better than staring at cameras all night.
Swiftly making his way down the outer hallway, F.A.N.G approached the guards. They bowed, allowing him access into the private viewing box.
Lord Bison was sitting comfortably on the couch, facing away from the prize fight. His wife, Mistress Bison (otherwise Chun Li nee Xiang) was next to him and roughly trading words with the warlord.
F.A.N.G had always been impressed with the atmosphere that Lord Bison could command in any situation. While the great Shadaloo Master appeared as though he was just entering middle-aged, though his true soul was definitely older than late thirties, he held the absolute respect and repose of any audience. He could saturate the room with total fear and awe like squeezing a sopping wet sponge.
It also helped that while most tyrants and criminal syndicates were old white men, Lord Bison looked like a damn ladykiller. Fit, handsome, muscular, and a jawline reserved for movie stars and models, he could sweep any lover off their feet. If Lord Bison only had normal pupils, he could retire his life of crime for a sweet modeling gig or a career in movies.
His slightly demonic undertones in his face must haunt the dreams of every woman (or certain types of men) into fearful and/or sexual frenzy. After all, his toothy grin could sell any toothpaste on the market even if it was made of sugar and orange juice with the predatory quality it truly brought out in his personality.
While Lord Bison was wearing his typical wardrobe, Chun Li was dressed to the nines for a high stakes fight. A low cut cleavage sparkly gold floor dress that hugged her frame, adorned with diamond earrings that probably cost more than the fights' prize earnings. She was sporting a diamond and gold choker around her neck, badly hiding up the fresh hickeys on her skin. Undoubtedly, those love bites came from Lord Bison's teeth and only his teeth.
Her hair was still in her traditional oxhorn style wrapped in gold ribbons.
F.A.N.G had heard from others that Chun Li had her own personal stylist and designer that Bison specifically hired for her. The designer was allegedly from Milan and Chun Li was their only client. It didn't surprise the second-in-command that Lord Bison would drop a fortune on his wife's appearance (she was, after all, expected to be a certain image to a certain powerful man) but it was surprising that the Shadaloo leader dragged out the breath of fresh air in his wife in every place imaginable, whether immaculate viewing boxes or filthy crime areas.
It was also shocking that Chun Li disregarded her husband's money and power to squabble over petty events when she should be silent and preserving her lady-like appearance. Lord Bison didn't even correct her; it seemed he indulged her. He only corrected her actions and etiquette, not her personality.
"Who is trudging up ancient history now? The chandelier was already loose, I just…" Chun Li snipped at Bison before he silenced her with a gesture.
"Problem, F.A.N.G?" Bison addressed his second in command, "I do hope you brought good news."
F.A.N.G plunged in, bowing, "There is a problem with the smuggling group we hired. They are claiming the risks are now too great to cross the strait and demand ten million dollars extra to cover this spontaneous risk or they will hold your shipment."
A short, husky laugh came from the Shadaloo leader, making Chun Li jolt a bit beside him. He wrapped his arm around her waist, taking a drink as he fiddled with her thigh. She barely appeared to tolerate his flagrant touching.
"Bold little fuck, isn't he?" Lord Bison commented, somewhat amused, "I knew he would try something so foolish. But extorting me was courageous of him, I'll give him that. I'd pay the man but quite frankly, I was looking for an excuse to smash his operation into pieces. Well, then. How many ships was he running for this job?"
"One, Master Bison." F.A.N.G said, making the Shadaloo raise an eyebrow. Chun Li opened her purse, pretending to find the few items in there more interesting than his hand groping her body. Bison had taught her very well to ignore his dealings early on, finding no reason for her opinion or input when it wasn't called for or warranted.
She was, after all, his wife. Not a commander like F.A.N.G.
"Afan was going to run 26,000 tons of cargo on one ship? What was he going to use, a damn fridigate? No wonder he believes the police are going to notice." Lord Bison questioned harshly, his tone a little less serious, "Now, Afan wasn't going to steal from me, was he? Because that's a whole game changer. Why did nobody question this before?"
F.A.N.G bowed again, "Lord Bison, I will personally find out who knew about this and told nobody. But you are correct; I believe Afan was going to lift a few tons off your shipment. However, right now, the strait will soon be busy and there will be no way to get your shipment to Thailand without arousing more suspicion and the port authorities."
"Hm," Bison set his glass down, "I will handle this. It's very clear they think they can call the shots in my own partnership. It will have to be shown differently."
Chun Li opened her makeup mirror, opting to block out the business conversation between the two by focusing her attention on her makeup. Her red lipstick slicked across her lips, defining her structure very well. She could spot smudges where Bison had kissed her as well as the same color all over his collar.
"Yes, Lord Bison. But if we got the gears running again, they still won't cross the Malacca Strait. They claim international police are staking out the waters and will destroy their ships on sight." F.A.N.G said, "The money they're being paid isn't worth their loss of transportation."
"They certainly had no problem crossing the Malacca Strait before for competitors." Lord Bison answered, picking up his phone, "In what capacity do they think they can squeeze another dime out of me? Even if international police decided to make residence there, they would contend with the piracy and wreckage first. It would be like finding a flea in a sea of roaches."
Chun Li appeared satisfied with her appearance, clicking her mirror shut and placing it back in her wristlet. Twisting her head, she saw the prize fight still ongoing with the favored fighter laying down pummeling blows to his opponent. Lord Bison's fighter was definitely winning but the other opponent was putting up a good show anyway.
She felt a part of her hair become loose, possibly from the strenuous events earlier. Chun Li rose her hand up to her hair, feeling a loose ribbon come undone. Plucking out the nearby, lazy bobby pin, she ran her fingers through her hair and put the pin in her mouth to hold it steady.
However, Lord Bison swiftly took her bobby pin from her teeth without even turning from his conversation, discarding it on the table by tossing the pin lightly. Chun Li silently mouthed out a complaint before crossing her arms, letting her ribbon fall around her shoulders. It wasn't that rude to do in public, she thought.
"I'm sure I can bring them around," The dictator said, "F.A.N.G, you will be doing something else tonight."
F.A.N.G was pleasantly happy that his boring job of watching over the security entrances had changed. Will it be calling these brute thugs up and threatening them? Negotiation? Brewing up a poison as a parting gift for the associates? Even razing a warehouse to the ground?
"Watch my wife." Bison got up from his seat, "Make sure she doesn't wander off."
The two others stared at Lord Bison as Chun Li bounced to another sitting position. Her mouth was agape with a furious set of brown eyes to match.
"Why am I stuck with him!?" She demanded, her eyes flashing brightly, "It's bad enough he wrongfully appropriates my culture but now he has to watch me?!"
"Appropriate your culture…!?" F.A.N.G bit back like a snake.
"You are not Chinese! Mickey Rooney was more Chinese than you could be!" Chun Li accused him, pointing a finger at his face.
"I wasn't aware this was open for discussion, Detective." Lord Bison calmly interjected, "Contrary to your belief that you have some input on my decisions, it's not. F.A.N.G, you can drug her if she gets too rowdy. Just make sure she's coherent enough to get home."
Chun Li sputtered, "I am perfectly fine without a babysitter!"
"No, you're not." He said as he exited. Before she could protest further, the door slammed shut behind him.
Chun Li crossed her arms in a huff, leaning back on the couch. F.A.N.G stepped forward in front of her, almost as if he was blocking her from any movements she might make. He dared not sit next to her as it was a throne to her husband.
"You're blocking my view." Chun Li darkly said, motioning to the fight.
F.A.N.G sucked in air through his teeth, making her wince at the sound. He couldn't imagine being stuck with this incorrigible woman for an hour, much less months of marriage. Was her pussy really that good that men put up with her, especially Lord Bison? Couldn't Lord Bison just turn her into a Doll and bring her to his bed once in awhile?
"I will tell Lord Bison of your rude behavior if you continue to harass me, Mistress Bison," F.A.N.G threatened, his foot tapping, "It would be best if you remained quiet for the time being. I, unlike others, do not tolerate insults."
"Oh? You'll tattle on me?" She taunted with a deadpan tone, "Go ahead. Do it. Tell Bison you don't like his wife."
He retreated his words a bit, cocking his head slightly. Chun Li rolled her eyes, picking up the bobby pin from the table.
"Didn't think so." She muttered, "I'm not the only one around here who rides his dick."
F.A.N.G watched her pin her errant ribbon back up, feeling distressed that he lacked such authority over her tongue. While Lord Bison could silence her with a look, she tore F.A.N.G's role apart like a dog with a toy.
"A wife should be less vulgar, Mistress Bison," He firmly scolded in an attempt to regain control of the situation, "What if his associates heard you? You're supposed to be a vision for Shadaloo, not a tarnish."
Chun Li gave a sour laugh, "You certainly know so much for how wives are supposed to act. Rich, coming from a man who pretends to be Chinese."
F.A.N.G burst at the seam with fury, "You little…!"
"Really? I'm wrong? Say something in Cantonese. Or Mandarin. I dare you." Chun Li challenged him, puffing her chest out, "I really want to be proven wrong."
F.A.N.G noticed that a dark purple blemish on her left breast was suddenly encroaching beyond her edge of her dress. It matched the intensity and area of her other love bites on her neck. His eyes trailed downward to her stomach which was tight with anger.
Suddenly, he heard her exclaim, "Hey! Stop staring at me! Pervert!"
He snapped back into reality, scowling at her, "I was not looking at you, Mistress Bison. I was wondering why Lord Bison would dress up such a foul little girl in pretty clothes when her personality fumes overtakes. For a wife, it certainly looks bad on you."
"You want to be his wife? I'll even trade clothes with you right now if I make this dress so foul." She motioned to the door with a dismissive wave, "Otherwise, I can do without the lecture."
F.A.N.G tightened his mouth in forced holdback, choosing to exert his energy by adjusting his glasses. Chun Li was quite the little bitch when it struck her but he wouldn't dare tell the wife of Lord Bison what he truly thought.
Her nails tapped the side of her watered down drink, clinking as she brought it to her lips. F.A.N.G was aware that Lord Bison had instructed the waitstaff to not give her any potent alcohol, making her protest that he was treating her like a child. The Shadaloo Leader absolutely did not deny it, telling her that she was a child who needed supervision.
"You should be grateful for Master Bison's continued patronage for you. Not many women get the chance to be his wife." He snobbishly said, "It seems inappropriate instead of ladylike."
"Yeah, you suck his dick and see if you still want to be ladylike afterwards." Chun Li casually remarked before she took a drink, "Then again, maybe that's all you think about?"
A low growl came from F.A.N.G's throat, seeing her enjoy his angry demeanor. Being so cavalier in accusing a man about his sexuality was a high risk that was only reserved for the wife of Lord Bison, a risk she exploited when she could.
Had she been a mere little street fighter like before, the second in command would have poisoned her without second thought for that little remark. F.A.N.G could have saved his boss so many headaches if he had gotten to her before he stuck a ring on her finger.
How Lord Bison allowed this tawdry behavior was beyond F.A.N.G. Chun Li was gorgeous when she spat fire and brimstone but nobody is that pretty. Even with a body like hers, Lord Bison could still choke her into submission.
"It should be all you think about." F.A.N.G said, leering his eyes behind his sunglasses, "You are his wife, not his employee. There shouldn't be anything else clogging up that empty brain of yours except how to please him since that job is your only assignment."
She pursed her lips, running her tongue over her teeth in exasperation, "At least I didn't fuck up my job tonight. Unlike you. But you wouldn't know that, would you?"
Unbeknownst to her, he actually did. F.A.N.G accidentally viewed in on the two consummating their marriage right before the prize fight tonight and it was probably the closest he ever got to Lord Bison's bedroom life.
They were alone in the viewing box as they very well expected to be and while F.A.N.G was observing the cameras, Lord Bison apparently made some smooth moves on his wife. The moves either worked well or they worked well enough for her to agree.
F.A.N.G originally wanted to focus on other things besides their intimate relationship but he was utterly mesmerized by the two. Lord Bison had let his wife straddle him and let her intimately kiss him, strumming her feelings like a orchestra harp. He sank his teeth into her skin like a beast, leaving fresh marks all over with dotted precision. His hands were able to gently loosen her dress enough to reveal her breasts to him as his lips sucked tenderly on her nipples.
Chun Li's face was flushed red as his member forcefully entered her, making her grind up against him. A large purplish mark was on her left nipple, her skin almost broken by her husband's canines. F.A.N.G had seen more dignity from seaport prostitutes than what the wife of Lord Bison was acting like while she was riding dick. But she made it look damn good and professional.
Then again, it didn't seem like the Shadaloo leader even wanted her to have some dignity. He started to bounce her in his lap, his hand sliding over her bottom where her lace thong could be seen.
F.A.N.G didn't know what else to do but he slid his own hand under his robes and started to massage himself. He wasn't sure if it was Lord Bison or Mistress Bison that was driving him crazy but either way, he had to get rid of it.
Lord Bison ran his hands over her clothed curves before Chun Li leaned back from his pelvis, laying her back on his full lap facing upwards with her hands on feet for support. F.A.N.G could now see all of her South of China that she was exposing: Lord Bison's thick cock buried deep within his wife and her trashy little thong pulled aside with her scarce pubic hair slick with fluids. He was sure Lord Bison appreciated his wife's acrobatic methods to fuck him, undoubtedly.
The devoted subordinate was driven to rub himself harder, watching the two puzzle pieces of human flesh fuck in perfect harmony and rhythm. F.A.N.G didn't know what his brain was wanting to focus on but whatever it was seeing, he was reacting very well to it. The blatant and secret pornography was quaking in pure sexual drive on live feed.
Her strong legs slung over his hip and shoulder, making him kiss her soft ankles and calves before fucking her deeply. His hand ran over her belly and her exposed breasts, kicking up her dress even more.
Chun Li was crying out for him, begging for his seed. Lord Bison had to practically saw his hips back and forth before he came to completion in her slick folds, letting her enjoy her orgasm with his. F.A.N.G could see his master's white seed spill out of Chun Li, pooling around her thighs and dripping on the floor.
F.A.N.G felt his own cum spit out into the front of his robe at the sight of her pussy overflowing with precious fluid, his sweat blinding him. Lord Bison then crooked his finger to his perpendicular wife, grinning.
"Come give your husband a kiss," Lord Bison was recorded saying and winked, making Chun Li roll her eyes and shift upwards. They latched lips for a bit as she fixed her dress before realizing his seed was now all over the carpet.
Apparently, the wife saw an issue with that and brought it up. Lord Bison was enjoying his post-coital drink and suggested she use her mouth to clean it if she cared that deeply. It spurred an argument between the two and F.A.N.G then was rudely interrupted to work.
"Yes…" F.A.N.G trailed off, trying not to think of the recent memories, "Lucky me."
Chun Li appeared satisfied, crossing her legs as she nursed her drink. However, their conversation was finally ended when Lord Bison reappeared at the door, looking perfectly fine. He tossed the phone on the table, walking past his guards.
"There. That's how things should be handled. It will be there bright and early" He remarked, saying nothing more of the matter. F.A.N.G eased a bit, stepping backwards so he could walk past him. The right hand of Shadaloo could figure Lord Bison smelled a little richer and devious after his impromptu conversation
Lord Bison crossed over to the couch, taking his entitled spot next to his wife. He lightly kissed her on the lips, making her scowl fade a little. The crowd outside the box appeared to have erupted in cheers and the prized fighter of the Shadaloo leader had won.
"Good," The Shadaloo master commented, "Such a fight. Purely a shame I had to miss it. Perhaps next time. Detective, we're leaving. Guards, make sure our esteemed invitees get home safely. I want them fresh for discussion tomorrow."
Chun Li picked up her wristlet and stood up before she felt something leak between her legs. Embarrassed, she realized it was a glob of cum that was falling out of her and her underwear was definitely not going to keep it together.
"I'm going to freshen up." She squeaked out, hurrying out the door. The guards followed her, leaving the two men to themselves. Lord Bison tutted a bit, seemingly tickled at his wife's change in pace.
F.A.N.G, however, turned to his master and bowed his head.
"Forgive me, my Lord," He started, looking at Lord Bison's side eye glance, "But why do you allow her to speak to you in that way? Mistress Bison clearly flouts you like a rebellious little chiclet."
"Questioning my taste in women now, F.A.N.G?" The supreme leader inquiried sardonically, "If she hurt your feelings, I said you could drug her."
"Master Bison, she is not refined or proper for you." F.A.N.G pressed on cautiously, "Having her accuse us of latent sexual ideas or resenting us for our job is not beneficial…"
"Well, do you have latent sexual feelings to me?" Lord Bison interrupted, turning to him, "Or should I be concerned for my wife's welfare? After all, there are cameras here."
The second in command was speechless, "M-master Bison, I…"
"To answer your question: don't concern yourself with Mistress Bison's attitude with me. I will handle that when I choose or choose not to. My private life is none of your business nor is my marriage." His master said, "She is privileged with certain immunities and it may be those reasons I chose her above wishy little girls. But I don't explain myself to you or to her."
F.A.N.G swallowed his humiliation in the back of his throat, "Yes, sir. I understand. I just offered a unwarranted opinion and I will not do it again."
"Good. Next time you have one of those, do recall that she is my wife," Bison reminded him shortly, "Not my commander. You may be my right hand man but she is, by marriage, an extension of me. I can replace you. I can't replace a part of me. Remember that next time you feel a little out of sorts."
F.A.N.G was a little surprised by his cross statement before Lord Bison left him to his stunned expression. However, before he opened the door, the leader hemmed a bit.
"Oh, and one more thing…" Lord Bison said without turning, "I don't mind an audience. I particularly like voyeurs. But Mistress Bison gets a little upset when she finds out so if you watch, take it to your grave or I'll have to pacify her outburst."
F.A.N.G looked absolutely astonished as he saw Lord Bison beckon his wife before they left together, her arm around his. The second in command Shadaloo subordinate had no idea if his master had just given him broad permission to peep on him or to stop altogether.
The married couple were walking towards the main doors, lightly bickering back and forth, picking up where their earlier fight left off like professionals.
"I'm glad your principles cost me 500,000 dollars, Chun Li," Bison said as the two were exiting out the door, "That's exactly why you were swatted, just to test them. Not because I told you so or anything."
Chun Li huffed, her cheeks inflamed with embarrassment, "That chandelier was a fake and it was loose. You shouldn't blame me for faulty installation. A strong gust of wind could have knocked it down!"
"Or throwing liquor bottles through it as some point game." He said sternly, "Because some little girl nicked herself some alcohol."
"You...you have no right to scold me! You put a hole through a painting!"
"Because I was busy reminding you what a husband does to his wife. Damage I do not mind paying for." Bison corrected her, "You were hardly complaining. In fact, I think your exact words were Oh God, please fuck me harder, Master Bison..."
Chun Li turned purple with embarrassment, throwing her nose up in the air.
"Asshole," She said haughtily, "Hypocritical too. Had we been fucking and the chandelier fell, you'd be bragging about it."
Bison curled a smile, watching her try not to think about that night he put a hole in the painting. Maybe he could give her an encore of it tonight when they got back home. Or just maybe, Bison would fuck her in the car while they were driving back.
He wondered if the driver also watched. It'd be interesting to question him.
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