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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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The summer heat of Dallas, Texas beamed down on the man's black suit, making him sweat bullets. His hand clenched around the hand of a silver briefcase as if he was drowning in the sea and it was his only life preserver.
The man was young, perhaps only early thirties though his anxiety had made him appear much older. His dark, ethnic complexion and wispy moustache had put him out of place in such a area. Stress whipped across his brow, making him wipe away with the pit stained sleeves of his suit jacket.
He knew for a fact he was fucked but he certainly didn't want to die. He just wanted the money and get back to his roots. Live a few decades without a care in the world.
A dark black car pulled up in front of him, opening the passenger side window, The man anxiously looked inside, seeing two white men sitting in the front seat. One shot out a badge with the label "DEA" on it.
"Kapur?" The passenger asked, "Agent Christoph. We spoke on the phone."
Kapur swallowed, "Come out. How do I know you aren't from Shadaloo?"
"Is that the briefcase?" The agent asked, "The one we spoke about?"
"I'm not telling you anything until you come out and prove you're not from Shadaloo." Kapur insisted, hugging the case over his chest. The two men looked at each other before exiting the car, flashing their badges again.
"Hand over the briefcase and we'll go. You can catch the first plane out of here to Pakistan or wherever you're from if you want." The man who was driving the car said, "You just have to promise to get the fuck out of our country."
Kapur took a step back, "I want money first. You said I could get paid for doing this."
One of the agents fished out a wad of cash, outstretching it to him. Kapur hesitated before reaching out, grabbing the money with his left hand. The agents suddenly turned on him, twisting his arm behind him as the other caught the briefcase.
"Shadaloo! Shadaloo dogs!" Kapur helplessly flailed, seeing the agent load his gun, "You motherfuckers! Fuck you and fuck your whore mothers! Fuck your boss!"
"Lord Bison thanks you for your service." The driver said, pulling the trigger as he pressed the barrel against Kapur's skull. Brain matter and chunks of bone flew everywhere as the body lurched forward, blood pouring out of the gaping hole. The body continued to spasm and twitch, clearly still working out what just happened before it shut down entirely.
The two agents checked the contents of the briefcase before returning back to their car. The passenger agent clicked on his radio as the driver headed a short ways down the road.
Another car, a black car, was under a deserted overpass. The engine was running and the headlights were on. The navy car flashed their headlights at it, pulling up beside the idling automobile.
The passenger agent knocked on the back passenger window, eliciting it to open. The agent bowed deeply, extending the briefcase out to the open window. The other car passenger took it gingerly.
"Is he taken care of?" A deep rumble asked. The agent remained in bowing position.
"Yes, Lord Bison. The contents are all there." He replied, "Your flight is waiting at the designated airport."
Bison opened the briefcase while sitting in his car, inspecting it for damage. The agent straightened up as the driver agent stared straight ahead. After a moment, Bison closed the lid and latched it tightly.
"Good. Make sure this doesn't get back to the federal agents. I don't need them poking around in this cowboy town," Bison ordered, "And make damn sure the cartels do not figure out what just happened either."
"Yes, Lord Bison." The agent bowed again, "You need to move quickly. The Segador cartel members have been tracking us on foot for days."
Bison appeared to be largely unconcerned but acknowledged his words anyway, setting the briefcase by his feet on the car floor. Even in the best of plans, those roaches associated with the gangbangers of Mexican cartels were ridiculously good at squeezing into places.
However, another voice piped up, "Oh, ew, the briefcase has blood on it."
The agent sweated a little, blinking a little rapidly. He gulped as he saw his master turn his head slowly to the other unseen voice.
"Behave." Bison sternly said.
"I don't want to touch it. Get it away from me." The voice was distinctly feminine and the agent spotted a swish of pink fabric on the carseat next to Bison. He knew exactly who that was; it was foolish of anyone not to know.
"Good afternoon, Mistress Bison," The agent greeted.
There was fumbling from in the car and Bison suddenly sharply grunted as a young, pretty head stuck out the window. It was Chun Li in a light pink cocktail dress and pearl necklace, adorned with pink quartz stone earrings. Her hair was up in her traditional ox horns with pearls wrapped around them.
"Hiya," She answered, "Got a question for you."
"Uh…" The agent appeared flustered, "I can only answer so much, Mistress Bison…?"
"How long is too long for leaving a wife in a car alone on a hot day?" Chun Li asked bluntly, making the agent nervous, "Like thirty minutes? An hour?"
"I...uh…" The agent stammered, "I guess maybe forty minutes…?"
"A-ha!" Chun Li smirked, turning towards Bison who was wincing in pain. The agent figured out that she must be kneeling in his lap, her hard kneecap pushing against his groin. Bison had waved off the agent, throwing her back to her spot in the car.
"Forget she asked anything." He told the agent, "Get your job done."
The window rolled up with the car leaving the Shadaloo agent scratching his head. The dust settled and he sighed, heading back to his own car. The driver turned to him, pushing the gears back into driving position.
"How long would you leave your wife in a car?" The first agent asked the driver, making his partner look perplexed.
In Bison's car, the married couple was arguing again but Chun Li was rubbing her sore bottom after her husband laid a hard smack on it.
"You don't have to spank me like a kid," She snapped, "It was a legitimate question and he agreed with me."
"Don't interrupt my business talks with inane questions." Bison derided, his jaw tight, "Besides, I don't care what some lowly agent thinks. I did not leave you for that long in a car. You are not a dog or newborn; the air conditioning was on."
"You left me for two hours! In a car! Outside some shady place while you were buying a death ray or something!" She persisted, feeling her aching bottom subside, "I didn't even have a book to read!"
"I told you to bring something to do. You decided not to." He said, "It was your choice."
"You threw my audio player out the window!" Chun Li crossed her arms.
"Because you wouldn't answer me when I spoke to you which I said from the very beginning that if you did that, I was taking it away." Bison reminded her, taking out his laptop, "Now, stop crying about it. We're going home. You can wail about your problems there."
The car finally reached the outskirts of Dallas, heading into the rural country. She peered out the window, seeing the skyscrapers fade into the distance. Chun Li had no idea why that bloodstained briefcase was so damn important that Bison had to drag her out of bed at 2 A.M to get on a jet, sit in a boring breakfast with his American associates, then be forced to sit in a car for two hours, then dragged back home.
"What were we doing here anyway?" Chun Li inquired, peeking at his frame, "Were you really buying a deathray? You didn't deny it."
"I was working. You were my wife. That's what we were doing," Bison answered, plugging in a USB port, "Don't ask questions about my work. Your job ends and begins in my private life, not professional."
"Then why am I here?" Chun Li asked, leaning her head against the seat, "Frankly, I don't want to know what you do or why you're doing it. Makes me sleep better at nights."
"Detective, you hardly need such an aid to sleep at night since I wear you out." Bison answered, typing into his computer, "Now be quiet and sleep the rest of the way to the jet so I don't have to hear you."
Chun Li muffled her snide comeback with a hasty intake of her breath, closing her eyes as the warm sunlight bathed her face. It was somewhat relaxing, sitting in a smooth ride and encased in summer heat.
She must have drifted off because a loud screech of a siren jerked her head to full alertness. Blinking the drowsy road hypnosis from her eyes, Chun Li saw Bison look rather annoyed as he had reached for a gun.
"Whoa," Chun Li said rather alarmed, "What's going on?"
"Nothing. Go back to sleep." Bison told her, checking the magazine. Chun Li ignored his order, as she always did, twisting her body around to see a familiar blue and red flashing light. It was local police, probably expecting a routine traffic stop instead of a wanted international drug lord. The car was unmarked, however, making Chun Li think that he intended to use it for minor entrapment.
They were apparently on a stretch of rural prairie highway with very little around them. The skies were clear and blue but the rolling grass blew an ominous wind.
"Please tell me," She started, still staring at the lights, "You're going to bribe him."
"Not necessary." Bison said, "Now shut up, sit back down, and do as you're told."
Chun Li felt her bottom hit the seat, keeping her hands in between her thighs. The driver of the car must have been prepared because there was no commotion from the front of the vehicle, almost as if this was trained.
The cop had walked up to the driver's window, knocking on the glass. Chun Li held her breath, scared half to death that she was about to witness a murder. Her fists clenched the hemming of her dress, shaking in fear.
"Just...please bribe him." She softly begged, "Don't kill him. Please."
Bison ignored her, sliding up the the open partition and aiming his pistol at the window. The driver slowly pulled down the window, just enough for Bison to aim right at the cop. Chun Li's heart was racing, memories of her father flashing back to her.
She quietly slid her foot out, wondering if she could make Bison miss his shot. Chun Li could grab him from behind and pull him back…
Another car drove by and slowed down, probably rubbernecking. Chun Li looked out the window from the corner of her eye before she realized the other car was lowering their windows. Her hands began to shake and her throat quivered in fear.
A glint caught her eye: the other car was pointing a gun at them.
"Get down!" Chun Li cried out in instinctive panic, diving for cover and grabbing her husband by the shoulders. Bison fell backwards on top of her before the windows became a symphony of gunshots and shattering glass. The shards rained down on the both of them, making Chun Li tremble in fear.
Her eardrums were ringing so it was hard for her to hear what Bison was shouting. She felt the car door on his side open, leaving her there on the floor.
Bison fired his pistol at the offending car, getting the driver squarely in the head. He fired another shot in the car door but missed, hitting the road instead. Three Hispanic men came out with assault rifles, taking aim at the car.
The leader knew they couldn't pierce the bulletproof siding on the car so Chun Li would be perfectly safe. Bison fired another shot, hitting one in the chest while the other two took cover. He made them scatter back with another shot, ripping open the trunk to pull out his loaded rifle.
Chun Li had finally regained her mental state, her stomach flat against the carpet of Bison's car. She rolled over on her back, checking herself for wounds but found absolutely none. Rubbing her face, Chun Li couldn't decide what to do.
Bison fired a high powered bullet into their car, ripping it was like tissue paper on a gift. He could sense absolute fear from the shooters, his soul eating it like it was fresh candy. Reloading another bullet, he aimed at the car again.
Inside the car, she attempted to scramble to her feet but the bullet sounds made her duck again and curl up in a fetal position. Glass became stuck to her bottom, making her cover her ears in agony as the shootout happened.
Bison was aiming again, completely steady in his grip. He zeroed straight down the sight line, aiming for the hood.
"Come on, you little shit," He muttered to himself, "Stick your head out. I don't have all day."
Finally, one of the two did and Bison fired a high round right through his eye. Blood splattered upwards into the air, making the body fall down over the hood of the car. He reloaded again, seeing the other coward piss himself in fear.
Inhaling the gunpowder scent, Bison waited for him to hesitate before he unleashed round after round into the car. The Shadaloo leader could have done better than Oswald in a book depository with how fast he was pumping rounds into the car.
One bullet struck the last gang member in the neck, forcing his body to fall to the ground under the car. Blood started to pool out, making Bison supremely confident in strolling over to the enemy's side.
The gang member was clinging for life, holding his bloodied throat as Bison kicked his body over, seeing a cartel tattoo on him. The garbled Spanish was brutalized enough from the torn vocal cords, making Bison put another bullet in his head just from having his eardrums assailed by it.
It might as well have been shooting a watermelon; the head exploded into a literal pile of goo. Bison cautiously checked the beaten car, seeing nobody else in there. He certainly drew the wrong attention here. Attention he was assuredly not supposed to get.
He walked back to the car, opening the door to Chun Li's side. His wife snapped into reality, fighting back against him by kicking and flailing. Bison laid his rifle next to the car door, pinning her frightened body.
"It's me." Bison said, his eyes narrowed, "You're fine. They're dead."
Chun Li exhaled sharply, her hands twisted in his collar. She leaned her head against his neck, her hot breath playing on his bare skin. Bison picked her up out of the car, putting her back on her feet but facing away from the carnage. He then grabbed the briefcase and hesitated in grabbing the rifle before deciding to leave it so he could make sure he had a good grip on his wife.
"Who was that?" She asked, trying to turn around but he swiftly covered her vision with his cloak, obstructing her sight of view. The briefcase hung at his side.
"It doesn't matter. We need to go." Bison remarked, pushing her away, "The driver is dead."
Chun Li however spotted a brown boot near their feet, stunned at the sight. The cop who originally pulled them over was laying facedown in a puddle of his own blood, his head twisted in pain and shock.
Her hand clutched at his sleeve as Chun Li tried her best not to cry. Bison's insistent shoving towards the unmarked cop car kept her focus sporadic which helped her greatly in not breaking down.
He pushed her into the passenger seat which she crawled over the car console, smacking her bum on the seatbelt latch. Bison set the briefcase down between the two before taking a seat in the driver's side.
Finally, Chun Li was able to see the aftermath of what just occurred before her.
"Oh my God," She quietly said, "Did you do all that?"
"Not all." Bison shortly reminded her, attempting to locate the keys. Damn cop must have taken them with him. Aggravated, he pulled the seat back to accommodate his height, readjusted the steering wheel up high, and ducked his head under the car .
Her gaze somewhat shifted to the curve of Bison's bent spine before she went back to the crime scene, watching the blood bake in the hot Texas sun on the asphalt. Botflies and mosquitoes had already started to feast on the body with vultures starting to pick up the hint.
"This is horrible and disgusting." Chun Li muttered, feeling her throat hurt a bit.
"Don't look." Was Bison's tepid response as if she was idly pointing out a mundane landmark. She furrowed her brow at him in irritation. There was no point in running, even if Bison was preoccupied with the car. He could wrangle her back and punish her for even trying to take advantage of an opportunity.
"Hard not to." Chun Li answered, thinking of no other response. Bison appeared to be annoyed at the car more than her.
"Look, don't look. It doesn't matter to me, Detective." He said, feeling the wire strip cut his finger a bit. Giving a coping snap of his tongue to hide the pain, Bison finally was able to get the wires going long enough to power up the battery.
He finally pulled out his head and broke the ignition key hole, hearing the steering wheel unlock. It wasn't too bad of a job in Bison's opinion, considering he hadn't lifted a car since he tried to drive that truck into Ryu.
"Are we actually stealing a car?" Chun Li questioned before she heard Bison shift the gear, "We are actually stealing a car."
"If it makes you feel better, you can say commandeering without consent." Bison said, hitting the gas, "But it's just a way to shake off the police and whoever comes poking around."
She shook her head, "I hope they catch you just so I can frame your mugshot."
"I have an old one you can have." He offered as he drove around the carnage to speed down the highway, "Besides, it's a little fun being on the other side of the law, isn't it?"
"No." Chun Li crossed her arms, "Where did you learn how to boost cars anyway?"
"Why didn't you learn how to steal a car?" Bison replied, watching his speed dial climb up, "Too busy braiding hair or something?"
"This is why we can't have decent conversations. Because you're a misogynist." She rebuked him, "You could have said anything else but no, it had to be my gender."
"Are we having this fight again?" The Shadaloo leader questioned a little sardonically, turning to her, "I just need to know in case I have to throw you out of the car."
Chun Li groaned, latching her seatbelt, "Yeah, yeah. Just don't buckle up or anything. Go through the windshield at 90 miles an hour."
"What are you, my mother? Next you'll be asking me to keep it down while your boyfriends are over." He rebuffed, making her widen her eyes a little.
"Uh...I'm really sure mothers don't do that…" Chun Li trailed off, "Is...is there like something you want to share?"
Bison ignored her, checking his mirrors. She leaned back in the seat, exhaling a deep breath. After a few minutes, Chun Li looked over at the criminal mastermind and his intent focus.
"Who were those people?" She asked with trepidation. Bison didn't even bother looking at her as he turned the steering wheel around a road bend.
"I have a long list of people it could be." He responded calmly, "But we don't have all day. So be quiet and thankful. We have to get to a safehouse and it'll be so much easier if you don't input whatever opinion you have on the situation."
Chun Li sighed, staring out the window. The prairie grass were rolling in the soft breezes, making her think of the dancing rice fields she saw when she was a kid. Back then, the only thing she had to dodge was toads and not stray bullets.
Bison had been churning thoughts in his mind too. Namely about how someone either fucked up or fucked up in selling out his location. The cherry on top was fucking up with Chun Li in the car with him. It's one thing to go after Bison but another thing to try to catch him off-guard with his wife.
However, the married couple was broken out of their thoughts when the radio crackled on. It was low and almost garbled before Chun Li picked it up and held the receiver against her ear. The garbling stopped and she clicked it off.
"They found the bodies." She told Bison, "And they're calling in this car as stolen. So I hope you have a good plan because this license plate is about to be broadcasted all over Texas."
"Interesting ear you have." Bison commented, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, "Kind of makes me wonder why you don't seem to listen to me half the time if you made out those words."
"It's something you just don't lose." Chun Li tightened the corners of her mouth, "Police codes, radio...this one came out clearer than the ones I had to listen to as a rookie."
"Mm." Bison hummed, "Be helpful then, detective, and let me know when we're about to come up on some police officers."
She shook her head, "No way. You can be arrested. You murdered those people."
"Oh please. You're acting like murder is some abhorrent act. I killed a man when I was five years old and I'm not a complete basketcase." Bison scoffed.
"What is your life, Bison." Chun Li gawked a little, "Jesus. What sort of childhood did you have? Do we need to sit down and have a session or something?"
"In any case, Detective, if I get arrested then I will take you down with me. How long do you think we'll last in a Bonnie and Clyde shootout hurrah?" Bison sarcastically asked her, "These people shoot first and hide up police brutality later."
Chun Li was irritated at his casual demeanor towards her accusation but more frustrated that he was right. Rolling her head back, she heard more garbling before picking the receiver up near her ear.
"Speaking of," She said while it was going on, "There's a barricade up ahead."
"Shit," Bison hissed out, leaning forward in the seat, "Look for a gun."
"I'm not shooting anyone!" Chun Li protested, "Besides, the gun would be in the trunk!"
The Shadaloo leader motioned to the glove compartment, "Will you just check and not give me lip?"
Chun Li fumbled open the latch and the glove compartment popped open before a pair of handcuffs fell into her lap. Picking them up, Chun Li let the sunlight glint off them before Bison eyed them suspiciously.
"Sorry. A pair of handcuffs without a key." She announced, "Some papers, ticket books...oh, I think there's something else here."
Chun Li picked up what she thought was a tiny assassin pistol but the leather case gave way. It was black interlocking bars with tiny spikes sticking straight up. It wasn't long enough for a road but Chun Li could figure it would pop two tires.
"Spike strip." Chun Li shook it, "That's it."
"Then we'll just have to improvise," Bison said, seeing the police cars up ahead, "Run them over and break through the barricade."
"Wait, wait," She grabbed his arm, "Can't we just let them live? Please? I think I have an idea. Just don't run them over. Break through the barricade. Please?"
"Why are you being so sentimental? They're going to kill us if we don't kill them." He reprimanded her coldly, "It's like flies with newspaper at this point. The more you let go, they breed out of control."
"Please?" Chun Li begged, "If it doesn't work, you can kill them."
Bison rolled his eyes, shifting gears, "Fine. You get 10 seconds, Detective. Don't waste my generosity."
She smiled triumphantly before she saw the car advancing to the barricade. Three police cars with lights were waiting there, blocking the road. Bison revved up the gas and sped towards blocked cars as the police officers yelled at them to stop.
Chun Li threw her plan into action and threw the spike strip behind them as the car struck the blockade, forcing one car to roll over the spikes and deflate the tire. It gave Bison enough room to veer off to the side, pushing the other car out of the way.
However, what she didn't count on was another police car hiding in a ditch behind them and hitting their gas at top speed. The car struck the sitting car hard, concaving the side of the car by crushing it against the third car that was waiting in front. Smoke and transmission fluid began to seep out of the crushed car.
Chun Li watched as the only good car had bolted instinctively to get away but their own tires hit the spike strip, pummeling down the three broken cars. The gasoline and ignition fired up, resulting in a fiery blast that exploded behind the couple.
The two looked at each other in surprise. The flames from the explosion was still going strong from the offending police cars.
"That worked like a charm." Bison finally commented, finally turning his gaze back, "Who knew a spike strip would cause so much fiery death?"
Chun Li looked pale, "I didn't...think…"
"The important thing is that we are scot free." He said, taking his foot off the brake, "And we'll still make it back for our flight. Even better. Well, I was wrong for doubting you, Detective. You used those ten seconds well."
She sunk down in the seat, feeling sick to her stomach.
"I hope they didn't suffer." Chun Li wailed quietly, sniffling back tears.
"What? Oh no. They definitely suffered." Bison said, merging lanes, "They were burned to death or the smoke suffocated them into an unconscious state. Probably no chance to escape with crushed legs either."
Chun Li glared at him, "You're supposed to agree and comfort me."
"You want me to be truthful or you want me to be comforting? I can't do both." He asked roughly, "Women. Why can't you just be happy you killed a lot of people successfully?"
"Because I don't want to kill anyone!" Chun Li answered as if she was a guilty child being admonished, "It was an accident. I didn't mean to…"
"The road to Hell is paved with good intentions," Bison said, "This should be sort of freeing for you though. I mean, you're definitely going down under now. Now you can commit all sorts of atrocious crimes and you'll still go down either way."
She bit her lip, staring out the window, "Maybe I can repent."
"Yes, I really don't think a God who determines the fate of one's afterlife has heard 'It was an accident!' before. It might work." He snickered, hefting a small laugh from the back of his throat, "At least we're definitely sitting in the same handbasket to Hell together now. You won't be lonely with all that brimstone."
Chun Li became nauseous at the thought. She really had no idea it would turn out so gruesome! Bison appeared to have picked up on her state of distress before rolling his eyes. He had pulled onto a secluded area up in the wooded hills, taking what looked like an unused road down the way.
"Detective, I was kidding. You won't be going anywhere." He said, making her lift her head up a little.
"You think so?" Chun Li fluttered her eyes at him.
"No. Not really. That was me comforting you. See, I knew it wasn't going to work." Bison shut her down, making her depressed again, "Now stop moping about some dead cops. We're finally here."
Bison had pulled into a safe house, checking his GPS tracker. It would be several hours before his flight could take off and they had to lay low for a bit. What turned into a day trip would be much longer.
Chun Li looked around the safe home, curiously analyzing it. It was absolutely removed from society. Interpol could not have found this even if they had a tour guide, a map, and neon sign that said "SHADALOO SECRET SAFEHOUSE HERE".
It was just a step above "crack house" in her opinion. Old, shuttered, and faded one story adobe walled home with dusty windows and cracked cement steps. The roof was worn from years of rough terrain and fallen tree limbs. What looked like hail damage had been cracking the foundation, making it a bit unsteady.
Bison slammed the car door shut, walking into the safehouse as his wife followed behind him. He carried the briefcase under his arm and entered through the creaking door. She narrowly avoided the splinter heaven wooden door slamming in her face, twirling into the home as it shut.
The home must have been a trapper's lodge from decades ago, re-purposed for hiding criminals of a devious nature. Chun Li kept her hands close to herself, dutifully keeping close to Bison as he entered another door.
It was a bedroom with a single twin mattress on a brass metal frame. Two small armchairs were in there along with a nightstand and a table that was just long enough for one person to work. Chun Li shook her head, deciding the last place she needed to be alone with her husband was the only room with a bed in it.
"What am I supposed to do?" Chun Li inquired, not wanting to breach the doorway to the bedroom. That was how he got her every time, after all, just like a bear trap.
"If you don't mind." Bison gestured mockingly, "I have work to do."
She frowned, sitting on the couch. The place was scarce in things to do for a wife of luxury.
Bison found he had plenty: contacting an envoy to get to his flight, figure out who fucked this up, and start tying nooses. Opening the briefcase, he checked the contents.
Everything seemed fine. Satisfied, he clicked it shut. Bison needed to get this briefcase back to headquarters as soon as possible. A lot had been riding on the contents and he would prefer to get one stressful thing out of the way.
As she was sitting on the couch, Chun Li wondered if there was something to eat. Her stomach growled, devoid of contents, and she decided she couldn't wait for the chef's recipes back home. She checked the cabinets and found rations. Feeling ill at the thought, she shut them. Who knows how long that was there?
However, she spotted fresh, edible plants outside. Chun Li had taken Girl Scouts when she was a young girl living in America for a few years while her father worked in Brooklyn. She also recalled her police training when they went over survival skills as well as Charlie Nash pointing out plants to her.
Chun Li had no idea if Bison would fly into a freakout rage if she opened the door so she quietly crept outside through the window. Her heels dug into the mud as she gathered the plants, taking a small armful that was just enough for substance, seasoning, and flavor.
The former fighter didn't hear the roarings of a controlling asshole of a husband but she decided it was better to ask for forgiveness than permission so she opened the door and strolled in with her plants. Chun Li waited a moment and figured she was in the clear.
She rinsed off the plants and washed them in the kitchen, making sure they were clean and free of parasites. Chun Li wondered how Nash would have thought of her using his teaching methods, attempting not to fall into her old memories.
The water was clean at least. Boiling water, she put the chickweed and kudzu in and began tearing up the other plants with her hands.
After the soup was done, she found a bowl and scooped some in. Tasting it, she was satisfied. It wasn't gourmet but it was pretty good. Chun Li quickly consumed it, drinking it down with astounding quickness. Her belly became full, just enough to ward off the gnawing hunger.
She wondered if Bison would eat it or turn up his nose. Chun Li really didn't want to give him any but she also considered he might bitch for eternity if she was eating something he didn't have himself, like a child who hates other children getting gifts.
Chun Li found another bowl and scooped some in there, putting a plate underneath so her hands could carry it without getting burned. Hesitant, she walked to the bedroom where he was sitting in a chair. Bison appeared to be looking over a geographical map and marking it with a fine point ink pen, swishing his X's with elegant script.
He must have heard her because he glanced up, curious about her staring at him. Chun Li cleared her throat, plunging ahead with her symbol of truce.
"Hi," Chun Li said, holding a plate, "I just thought maybe you want to eat. Unless you don't care. Kind of hope you don't."
Bison raised an eyebrow, "Strange way to poison me."
She wrinkled her nose, annoyed with his statement, "Think I would try that in the middle of nowhere? That's stupid."
"You thought popcorn was made from baby kernels." He reminded her tartly, making her fume. Chun Li forcibly set down the bowl and plate next to him with her teeth grinding against each other.
"That was one thing and you could just say no like a decent human being." She hissed, her jaw bouncing up and down from her gnashing, "Bastard. I hope you starve to death. This is why I never do anything nice for you."
"I hope it does have poison so I can stop listening to your incessant complaining," Bison abruptly said, "Wouldn't that be a treat for me?"
Chun Li thought steam would comically erupt from her ears but instead, she reached deep down inside of her where all wives instinctively know how to control their husbands and composed herself.
"Eat it or you can suck your own dick from now on." She threatened sweetly "Before you say anything: try me. The only oral you'll get is me tongue lashing you about whatever I think of at the moment and you know I get plenty of those whimsical complaints."
Bison winced, making Chun Li think her words cut through him. He picked up the spoon and cautiously took a small sip of it before he set it back down.
He appeared to be completely fine with it. Chun Li was satisfied and left him to his devices.
Truthfully, Bison liked it a lot. It was a perfect carryover until they got home. But he didn't want to admit it without fair warning she would gloat.
Chun Li quietly investigated the safehouse, now on free reign. It was small and cramped, perhaps less than 700 sq feet total. There was a layer of grime on the trim and baseboard, something she could scratch off with her long fingernail if she wanted. The bathroom was attached to the bedroom, only able to squeeze one person. There was no shower though and quite frankly, Chun Li would not trust that toilet.
She must look terribly out of place with her pink dress and high heels. The dust under her heel was staining the fabric and Chun Li idly kicked it off in futile attempt. However, she must have alerted some inhabitant as a wolf spider poked her head out of a crawlspace.
Chun Li clasped her hand over her mouth, muffling her scream. The wolf spider beelined to the other side of the living room and snugly disappeared from view. She hoped Bison didn't hear her fearful cry as he'd never let her live that down either.
The Shadaloo wife couldn't figure out where the spider went (or if it was part of a man-eating family) so she quickly went back to the bedroom where Bison was consumed with his computer. The food was gone and the bowl sat next to him on the table edge. His rough fingers typed in keystrokes almost lazily. She sat back down in her chair, fantasizing that the wolf spiders might eat him first if they were lurking about and ready to attack.
He used his forefinger to press his laptop off, taking out his GPS tracker. The extraction team was still lengths away and there was little hope Bison could get his wife back before tomorrow. Sighing, he decided it was best to placate her little moods.
"When are they coming?" Chun Li asked, eyeing the floor for more creatures in hopes they do not crawl up under her dress. Then again, it was better than her husband crawling up under her dress.
"We'll be here for some time." Bison stated, propping his feet up, "Another two hours at least."
She sighed, undoing her hair, "Are we safe here?"
"Yes," He answered, "As long as you don't call out for delivery. We're going to be fine. Don't fret. Your senseless murder spree is safe from the law."
"I didn't…!" Chun Li insisted before deflating, "It was an accident."
"Of course." Bison smirked, "Perfectly aligned accident. The courts wouldn't see it that way. A woman like you would get 25 to life for each."
"I'll say it was you." She darkly responded, "I'm a victim here."
"Don't pin your murders on me. I have enough of them to go around and then some." He chided jokingly, "We could serve our execution sentences together though. In this state, they get the needle. That's romantic for a crime spree couple, isn't it?"
"Oh God." Chun Li got up from her seat, "It was an accident! Why am I the only one taking this seriously?"
Bison idly shrugged, "Killing cops is a Tuesday for me, Detective. In my mind, had that little Boy Scout minded his business then it all could have been avoided."
"You killed my father who was a police officer." Chun Li reminded him with frustration.
"You cannot win every argument with how I may or may not have murdered your father." Bison told her rather annoyed, "Argue like an adult or accept my win."
She instead stuck her tongue out childishly at him, removing her shoes. He rolled his eyes as he watched her massage her sore feet, making him set his GPS tracker on the table and flick his map shut.
"What's in the briefcase anyway?" Chun Li asked, feeling slight discomfort from her heels.
"Oh, I thought you didn't want to know my business. Going to move up in the world of arms dealing from killing policemen?" Bison replied sardonically, "You have to kill a lot more cops before that happens. Industry average is 20 minimum."
She groaned, knowing she was never going to live this down. Chun Li smoothed out her dress, wanting to lay down and sleep but the mattress looked like it had been through some consensual (and non-consensual) couples.
"Why is there only one bed here? Don't multiple people hang out here?" She questioned, feeling ugly at the sight of the bed, "Eugh. Stinks."
"Because this isn't a hotel." He responded, "If you want to sleep, just don't think about it too hard. But this is the world of criminals out in the field, Detective: not every cop-killer gets a spoiled little life. You should learn how to rough it anyway, being a thug and all."
"I am not…!" Chun Li growled, clenching her fist, "It wasn't funny the first time, it isn't funny now!"
Bison smirked, "If you don't want to sleep, I got something else for you, baby."
He clicked his tongue suggestively after the last word. Chun Li physically dead stared him into the ground. It didn't help he put a little spin on it with a much-too long wink either.
"You're a nightmare." She deadpanned.
"We have about two hours." Bison patted his lap, "Why not pass the time?"
She scoffed, picking up the dishes, "Disgusting pervert."
He creaked out a grin, crooking his finger at her to beckon her. Chun Li flouted his demand, returning to the kitchen to place their dishes in the sink. Rinsing the food off, she placed them on the counter to dry before she felt someone press up against her.
It didn't take any of her investigation skills to discern who that was. Her hand attempted to swat her intruder away like an annoying fly before he grabbed her hand, kissing it all the way down her arm.
"You know," Bison said as he pressed his lips on her shoulder, "Never took you for a housewife. Why I think, in another life, I could have been a salaryman while you would cook and clean for me. Live in the suburbs, commute to work, have a dog, all that white picket house on the lawn stuff."
"I can't tell if you're mocking me or complimenting me." Chun Li sighed, feeling him work up to her neck, "Stop it."
"Clearly, I'm fucking with you. You are a cop-killer, you can't have that straight laced life." He chuckled in her ear, "Or I'm going to be fucking with you. Let's go to bed unless you want to do it right here. I'm game either way, Detective."
She ripped herself from his embrace, turning towards him. As evidenced by her glare, the former detective didn't think his jokes were funny.
"I am not a killer." Chun Li said, "And I'm not going to fuck you here. It's dirty and God knows what your thugs do here when they're hiding out. I can smell the deep rooted systemic masculinity from here and in that filthy bed."
"Deep rooted systemic masculinity? Where did that excerpt come from, a tiny little women's study class at a liberal arts college?" Bison laughed, taking her in his arms again, "Let's go have some fun. An early dessert for us, if you will."
She cringed, "That was way worse than what I said. Knock it off. Why don't you work or something and leave me alone?"
"Because I don't want to work. I want my wife." He answered, "My wife who loves killing innocent boys in blue. It's a powerful aphrodisiac."
"Asshole!" Chun Li tore herself free and stomped away, "You know it was an accident and-hey!"
Bison had picked her up bridal style, humming as he carried her to the bedroom. Chun Li attempted to wrestle out of his grip but he tossed her on the mattress and kissed her hard like a thirsty lover.
Chun Li felt him reach into his pants and she thought he was pulling out his cock. However, she realized he was sliding out the pair of handcuffs they found in the stolen car but before she could alert him to her struggle, Bison clicked one loop around her hands.
Now it was frantic, trying to kick him off her but he was too heavy of a frame and she was at a sorry disadvantage. Bison looped the handcuff around the metal bars of the headboard, clicking the other one on her other wrist. The wife was in shock, nearly in disbelief before she tried to break free. He then took off his hat and set it down on the table, rubbing his hand over his dark hair in a smooth swipe.
"Hey!" Chun Li wriggled with her handcuffs, "You jerk! Do you even have the key for these!?"
"I'll show you a trick to get out of them later. Now that you're part of the gang, you should probably know it." Bison teased, "Maybe I'll even show you how to boost cars as you so eloquently put it. But I want my delicious little dessert since my wife decided to cook for me."
Chun Li felt his hands twist off her panties, ripping them down her legs. His head went under her dress and she blushed madly when his lips touched her surprised wetness. She squirmed a little, flushing pink as Bison started his delicious torment.
"S-stop, you know I don't like…" She fumbled but he aptly ignored her, using his tongue to tease her warm entrance. Frustrated, Chun Li wiggled her handcuffs but she found no escape to them as they locked her in place.
Bison started to lap up her juices, using his fingers to toy with her feminine wiles as she flushed with heat. He liked it when she tried to resist his oral fixation but Chun Li always fell to his charms and demented tongue.
The trapped female fighter attempted to squirm out of his torture but Bison held her in place by grabbing her thighs and nipping at her clitoris with his teeth if she was getting too rowdy. That settled her a bit, making her face red as she felt herself leak more on her husband's face.
Her dress strap finally broke free, revealing her bare shoulder and some of her breast. Chun Li was a mess and she knew it but Bison only wanted more of her heated neediness. Slowly, he pushed back on her folds with his fingers, encasing her clitoris with his mouth. A low protest was heard from her, making it impossible for her to keep cool under the circumstances. It was so easy at this point, Bison nearly stopped to torment her.
After beginning to suck on her, Bison felt a lasting tremble in his wife's body. Her legs scrunched up, bending her knees in pure embrace of her oncoming orgasm. Sweat from his brow started to bead off, the heat from being under her dress and coming off her skin made him hot. However, Bison pressed on and decided it was enough.
He took his mouth off her engorged clit and went back to her entrance, using his fingers to push back her hood and expose herself entirely. Slowly, he let his tongue enter her as he used his free digit to encircle her.
Chun Li had been quietly allowing him to do this to her so far but when he started working hard at it, she mewled and yelped as her eyes stared straight into the ceiling. Completely helpless, she felt her body move in waves before the Shadaloo wife got caught up in a tidal wave of orgasm.
Her legs tightened around his head, trying to grind his face as fluids gushed out of her. A soft moan of happiness escaped from her lips, letting her slump into a comfortable post-orgasmic bliss as Bison licked up every drop from her.
After he was done, Bison took his head out from under her dress and kissed her roughly on the mouth. Chun Li offered no resistance, letting his tongue conquer hers and tasting the mixture of his salvia and her fluids on his lips.
"You really are trapped, aren't you?" He derided her, stroking her cheek, "My, my. What can I do with a pretty little thing like you then?
Chun Li's wrists lamely pulled at her handcuffs again, feeling the same amount of trapped behavior. Bison gently pulled at her other dress strap, releasing her breast openly. His head bobbed down to her chest, licking and sucking her nipples. Her legs squirmed under his weight, clearly driving her crazy.
"Come on, darling," He purred, "If you want something, just say it. No need to be coy."
Her body arched a little, letting Bison have better access to her breasts. His tongue ran over her skin, claiming every inch of her chest with his mouth. His hands ran against her clothed waist, letting his hands go back under her dress.
Chun Li gave a little cry, struggling again with her handcuffs and fighting back tears from her sensitivity.
"I think you need something but for the life of me, I can't figure out what it is." Bison taunted her, letting his thumb and middle finger stretch out her opening and making her flinch, "Hm? Care to let me know, Detective, or keep suffering? I can do both."
"I...I need your cock…" She pleaded, unable to take it anymore, "A-ah, it hurts when you stretch it!"
"That's really not specific. I can pull it it out but not do anything." He chided her, stretching her wider, "You have to say what you want. Not exactly a mind reader, Detective."
"I need your cock in my pussy! Please!" Chun Li felt humiliated, tears threatening to come from her eyes, "A-ah, it's sensitive! Sto-stop!"
"Very good, Detective. A little begging never hurt a soul." Bison chuckled, undoing his pants and letting his erect cock rub against her orgasm soaked entrance, "You're very ready for me, hm? What a little slut you are. I don't think the straight and narrow life suits you, Detective. I think you're a bad little girl deep down inside."
Her lips tried to form a defense statement but all she could was give a paltry little simper as he prodded her body. Chun Li felt his cock eagerly cause her misery to her arousal, making her even more frustrated that she couldn't free herself.
He ducked over for another kiss on the lips, stealing her breath out of her mouth. Bison let the very tip of his head enter her a little, allowing her sensitive lips to feel his pre-cum pooling around his head. Chun Li shuddered in pleasure, whisking away her wiles.
"I'll let you have my dick if you say you're a bad little girl." Bison grabbed her face, letting his fingers dig into her mouth, "You're a bad little girl and you fuck bad men like me. Say it."
"I-I'm a bad little girl an-and I fuck bad men like you…" Chun Li repeated, her throat itchy and hot, "Please…!"
"You let bad men cum inside of you?" He tormented her, letting his cock rub against her, "Your pussy isn't even putting up a fight. I could fall right in with how wet it is. But I don't think I will. I think you're going to tell me what I want to hear first."
Her face appeared frustrated with angry tears, flushed with redness across her cheeks. He stroked her cheek with his left hand.
"Don't pout at me, Detective. It won't work." Bison berated her gently, "You're going to tell me why a very bad man like myself should fuck you. For every good reason, I'll give you half an inch of my cock. You can do the math, can't you? Better be a long list if you want all of it inside you which it feels like you do."
Chun Li felt her mouth go dry in desperation, her body tense.
"I...I...do whatever you tell me to do." She said, her voice slightly off-center with her begging, "I give you my pussy whenever you want it…"
"I'll take those two but they better get much more enticing if you want the rest." Bison accepted, pushing his cock in one inch, "Don't even bother trying to squeeze me in."
"I get so turned on when you hurt me…" Chun Li panted, demanding more of him, "And I love it when you like hurting me. Please, please put more of your cock inside me! Please! I can't take it anymore!"
"Very good answers. Two inches in, little slut." He said, "A few more and I'll start thrusting inside of you a little. Slowly, of course. Can't let you have all of my dick just yet. Deal?"
Her brain was overloading on his ministrations. She couldn't think properly, feeling like she was a untrained bitch in heat. Her uterus was almost demanding that she would be bred like a slave but Chun Li had to hold onto her last trump card.
"Because I want to be your whore. Because I am an ungrateful little girl who needs to be taught a lesson by your hand." Her dizzying confessions spiraled her into a stage of horny vulnerabilities, making her squirm underneath him.
His cock slid another inch but this time, Bison grabbed her throat and put his hands tightly around her neck, making her sputter with her breath. Chun Li desperately wanted to claw at him to free herself but her hands were still confined.
"Didn't your father ever teach you not to fuck with dangerous men?" He winked, tightening his grip, "I could snap your neck like a twig now. I could choke the life of you in two minutes. But here you are, looking up at me like a horny little schoolgirl and clenching around my dick. What a bad girl your father reared."
The worst part was that it was true and Chun Li knew it. He could balance her life in his hand and she would definitely orgasm. Her spit ran down the corner of her mouth, parting her pleading lips as he chuckled at the sight.
Her flushed and exposed nipples were hard, making her dress fabric bunch uncomfortably under her breasts.
"Because I need a Daddy, not a father, to teach me." She heard herself say quietly, "And I like bad men like you as my Daddy."
"Ah," Bison seemed to like that, grinning as his pearly white canines revealed, "What a revelation. Certainly explains your predilection to my dick. I think I can cut you a break and let you have my entire cock in you. If you agree your Daddy gets to teach you."
She jumped at the chance, her legs slipping under his ribs as he rode up on her pussy harder. Truthfully, Bison almost had been driven mad with her proclamation and her "Daddy" term so he couldn't have lasted another 15 reasons. He'll play that game another time.
Bison easily pushed his full length inside of her, kissing her hard on the mouth. His grinding picked up rather quickly, slicking his pubic hair with her fluids. Chun Li felt his breath on her cheek, making her unintentionally giggle at the sight of him going hard in her.
There was a latent desire to feel her hot skin on his bare chest so Bison rapidly and ravenously pulled at his buttons to tear open his shirt. He swung the loose underside fabric across his frame, revealing more of his chest before he aimed to suck her face again.
Her lipstick smudged on his mouth, giving his lips a harsh pink color. Chun Li's hips moved up against his violent thrusts, helping him fuck her deeply and painfully. Apparently, Bison surmised she didn't want to walk for a week after this.
"Come on, girl," He scolded roughly, "Make me reach orgasm. You want your Daddy's cum inside of you, don't you? Daddy wants his cockwarmer working for it."
Chun Li squeezed her leg muscles before baying out a cry, feeling his thrusts too hard for her muscles to keep a good grip. She reared her head backwards into the pillow, arching her back towards him before saying,
"I killed those men for you, Daddy."
His hands ran up against her curves, under her voluptuous chest, "Did you, Detective?"
"Yes." A painful choke from her throat, "Does that excite you, Daddy? That I can kill for you too?"
His fingers ran over her hardened nipple, making him tut with appreciation, "Of course it does, Detective."
A thick load of sperm ejaculated inside of Chun Li, making her squeal as her long awaited orgasm hit her. It felt like her clit was vibrating under the hood, making her squirm under multiple climaxes as he coated her pussy walls with fresh spurts of cum. The throbbing intensity had made Chun Li white out with her final cascade over her climax, leaving her limp.
It didn't stop the Shadaloo leader one bit. Bison pulled out his drenched cock, rocking his body forward to cave in his dick with her breasts. The soft, warm envelopes of skin engulfed his aching member, making him grind between her tits.
Her breathing was low and deep for her unconscious state, rising against his cock but Bison found his rhythm easily. His hands groped each side of her chest, fondling it around his grazing dick.
In minutes, Bison released another load on her face and neck as well as a load on her bare tits. A cool clear layer of sweat droplets dripped off his face as he leaned back, using his hand to pump his shaft as he covered her belly with his cum.
Swiftly extending his fingertips, Bison painted his seed on her stomach like an art project and making it slide all over her. He couldn't help but think that her womb laid beneath-just below-and she might have his baby.
The sensation must have stirred her back to waking reality, making him wipe his finger off on the sheet. Chun Li opened her eyes, finding herself with drying cum everywhere.
"You jerk," She whined, "It's all over me!"
"I think you like this," Bison chuckled, kissing her on the head, "Like a gang initiation, almost. Little criminals like you have to earn their keep."
Chun Li struggled vainly, puffing her cheeks at him, "I wasn't thinking properly! You drove me mad, you can't use it against me…!"
"In that case, Daddy is going to teach you a lesson in lying." Bison mocked her, getting up from bed, "You can lay there with his seed all over you like an indecent little bitch and remain handcuffed. I need to check on the extraction team."
Her mouth dropped open, "You can't be serious! My wrists hurt!"
Bison redid his pants, unzipping them back up. He appeared to ponder it for a moment before snapping his fingers.
"Fine, Detective. I'll tell you how to do it but I won't show you." He said, looking at her, "You can either break the chain by snapping it against each other or you can dislocate your thumb and slip out. Have fun."
She blinked, "Wait, what?"
Bison picked up his laptop, ignoring her feeble protests and demands to show her what he meant but he tuned her yelping out. The team was only thirty minutes away so he could withstand it.
When the extraction team did finally come, the soldiers found mostly naked Chun Li scowling as she was trying to get the handcuffs undone with Bison watching her in amusement from his chair. His hat was sitting beside him on the table and his shirt was only halfway buttoned up.
"Oh, you almost had it, Detective." He taunted her, "Are you not strong enough to do it?"
"Bastard." Chun Li hissed, wriggling her wrists, "H-hey! Tell your men not to look at me!"
The soldiers started studying the ceiling and floor like it was a final exam, making Bison unlatch the handcuffs himself. Helping his wife tidy up a bit, Bison gave orders to his men as Chun Li vainly searched for her underwear. She got on her hands and knees to look under the bed, grumbling about how her life was a daily humiliation.
"Take the briefcase to the car." Bison gave his last instruction, "Follow me and do not let that baggage leave your sight."
The soldiers bowed and Bison pulled Chun Li up from the floor by the waist, dragging her as she went commando into a waiting car. Her bare bottom hit the seat and she crossed her arms.
"You're an ass." She finally managed out.
"And you're not getting this handcuff thing." Bison replied before she heard a familiar 'click', "But you'll figure it out. Can't have my little criminal wife not know the basics."
A loud, frustrated yell could be heard for miles as the car drove away.
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