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Something Else	By : J-FSindel Category: +S through Z > Street Fighter Views: 7201 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"Chun Li! Come downstairs!"
Chun Li trounced downstairs, bobbing up and down as her warm socks lightly hit the carpet. Her father, Dorai, was calling for her as he was often doing. His temper had grown immensely recently, making her…
Wait. This was another bullshit fantasy.
Chun Li stopped, crossing her arms. Fuck. She had let this one slip as the imagery was exactly as she remembered when Dorai told her he was leaving. The day he disappeared, in fact. Annoyed now, she took a seat on the carpet. It was best to wait this whole thing out.
"Chun Li! I'm not calling again!'
Her body felt guilty suddenly, like a bad child. The young girl had to remain steadfast in her refusal. She wasn't playing Bison's dumb game today. Not with this one.
She felt her thin tank top itch a bit. Chun Li looked down and saw her old sleep tank top. A pink, glittery tank with the words "LIVING LIFE, DREAMING BIG" written across the breasts. Upon reflection as a mature adult, Chun Li realized the words were cheesy but perfect for a teenager.
Her tiny shorts were hemmed at her upper thigh, making her somewhat reminiscent of a time before. Chun Li's body was still growing into the mature woman, even at the age of 18…
Oh, hell no, Bison wasn't getting this one. She was barely legal! Sick bastard.
"Chun Li! I swear to God!"
Her body suddenly moved on its own as Chun Li knew when Dorai said those words, he meant serious business. She admonished herself as she entered the main entryway where Dorai was waiting for her as he was quite pissed off.
"I was screaming your name all over this damn house!" Dorai derided her, "Why don't you come when you're called?"
"Yeah, I don't…" Chun Li was about to fight back before blinking. Wait. Dorai said good-bye to her in the kitchen. She replayed that scene every day of her life. He didn't tell her anything in the entryway. Also, Dorai was much kinder. Stressed but much more fatherly and kind.
What was the plotline for this stupid delusion? Rebellious teen hates mean and cruel father?
"Okay, what's going on?" She demanded, furious, "What's this about? Now you're changing the memories?"
Dorai rolled his eyes, clearly exasperated, "I don't know what you're talking about and frankly, doesn't matter anymore. Chun Li, you look awful. Why can't you wear…? Nevermind. Not my deal anymore."
Chun Li narrowed her eyes, "My father would never say…"
There was knocking at the door. As if Dorai had expected it, he flung open the front door. Chun Li then could see the visitor in full regalia: Bison. She didn't know where to be surprised or annoyed that it was getting quite predictable.
Bison must be here to murder Dorai or something. Be her hero to a heartless old man. Blah, blah, blah. All that nonsense of a romantic interlude. She tapped her fingers impatiently, wanting him to get to the punchline so this could end.
"It's good to see you, Dorai." Bison had greeted him, as if they were old friends, "And this must be the pretty daughter you were talking about."
Chun Li was frozen to the spot. What was the monster doing? Acting like he belonged here? Dorai merely gestured to Chun Li.
"She's very happy to be going with you." Her father stated before she stared as her jaw went completely ripped from her upper lip. Chun Li began to wildly tremble, seeing the perverted grin of Bison strike her through the soul.
"Going...Father, what are you…?" She grabbed her father's arm, forgetting this was a fantasy, "I don't want go anywhere! Father, what's all this? Please, tell me there…"
Dorai glared at her, "You will not embarrass me, Chun Li. You will act like the proper lady I raised you to be. Now sit down and be quiet."
Her face looked pale, shifting her gaze between the two older men. She couldn't believe this. Was her father selling to her Bison? Forced to sell her? Was this a trick set up by Shadaloo to destroy Dorai?
"Apologies, Lord Bison," Dorai said, handing him a manila folder, "She knows better than to have outbursts."
"Naturally." Bison smoothly replied, like cream on toast, "I suppose she'll do. I need a son sooner than later and her hips are good to carry strong heirs. Good thing you didn't abandon her in a trash can or something when she was a baby."
Chun Li felt pale. Did Dorai sell her for children bearing?
"She found purpose." Dorai agreed, "Her mother was the same way. Good for domestic things but pathetic in everything else. Chun Li, go with him. Now."
"I'm not going anywhere." She hissed, shaking hard, "I'm not…"
This isn't real.
Chun Li stopped. What? That same voice from...from times before...different now, but…
"She's very feisty," Bison remarked, as if he was inspecting a slab of meat at the butchers, "That can be stamped out, I hope?"
Look at the door behind him. There's no outside. Like painted walls. Do it discreetly.
She darted a look behind the two men, trying to maintain her character. The voice was right; it was like painted stucco. Not perfect at all. Chun Li almost ran towards the door, believing it could free her…
Don't. He expects you to run out the door or upstairs. He's prepared. Act as you were. Don't let him know or he'll fix the image.
Chun Li swallowed, trying to follow along the script. Her hand tightened, clearly afraid now but a little more at ease knowing there were flaws when she had been searching for weeks. She had never been able to successfully see through the delusions, only playing into Bison's hands every single time.
"Of course." Dorai had answered curtly, "Chun Li is a good girl. She does what she's told after she calms down. She just gets emotional."
"I'm not going." Chun Li refused, trying to keep up, "I'm...he's…"
She wasn't sure what to do now. Agree to go with him? Run?
Stay calm. Just don't panic. You know this is all fake. Tell him you-
"Oh, I think that's easily fixable." Bison said, interrupting her train of thought, "Come along, dear. I've been travelling for awhile and I think you should service me."
He reached out for her, possibly to entice her to flee, and Chun Li did exactly that. She bolted upstairs like a frightened fawn.
Chun Li! I told you not to run!
Sorry. She apologized to the voice but she reached her room which was the only door ajar. Shoving it open, Chun Li was standing in the same replica of her teenage bedroom. Neat, orderly, and covered with academic to sport awards. Pictures of her father. Posters of Bruce Lee on the walls with torn corners.
Don't resist him. Just play dead.
Chun Li turned and saw the dreaded tyrant behind her with a sadistic, pearly grin. Backing away, she felt her butt hit the corner of her bed.
"Stay away from me!" She demanded.
"Mm. No. I've wanted this one for awhile." Bison denied outright, swooping her up. He pinned her to the bed, forcing her on her back as Chun Li fought hard against him. All she could think of was her freedom and…
Shit. This is exactly what the voice meant. Bison wanted this.
"You are very feisty. Let's get started on that son of mine, hm?" He proposed with a wicked sultry tone, "Or we could just fuck because it's fun. You're going to like how fun it is."
Bison ripped her shorts down, seeing her cotton white panties. Chun Li froze, almost trembling. She knew this wasn't real but at the same time, this memory was the last memory of her father…
He dove into her legs, kissing her moistening fabric between her legs. Pulling aside her crotch, Bison tongued her virgin pussy hard as he kept her prisoner. Chun Li felt her eyes flutter a bit, feeling good about his invasive mouth.
She couldn't remember if Bison had ever actually gone down on her but damn, his tongue felt nice. However, Chun Li regained herself when she flinched a bit as he nipped her clitoris.
"Fuck, that tastes good." Bison grunted, undoing his belt and pants, "I could spend hours eating out that pussy. Alas, I'd rather feel your little maturing cunt instead."
Chun Li felt this rapidly familiar scenario as Bison yanked off her panties. He thrusted inside of her, making her remember her actual virgin rape at his hands. She weakly cried out, traumatized by the memory.
Bison tore at her tank top, revealing her yellow bra. Easily snapping the straps off, he dug his teeth in her left breast like a hungry lion. Chun Li felt sick, ruined again at his twisted little nature.
"So tight! You're going to be chained to my bed and I'm going to fuck this pussy every single day." Bison licked his lips, "I'm going to teach this cunt how to take my length. I'm an experienced man, baby, and you're going to enjoy me."
She felt her insides hurt, feeling her mind snap.
"Stop...please...stop…" Chun Li begged, her voice soft and wretched, "You're breaking me…"
He was a madman, as if he was fantasizing about this his whole life. Her breasts bounced hard, moving with every thrust.
"This is better than I thought!" Bison gleefully said, overjoyed, "Oh yeah, slut, fuck me! Little teenage slut wants my dick! This is my pussy now. No more daddy! Just a Master to serve and please! Bounce a little on my dick, you whore, you know you want this."
Everything in her mind just stopped, like a clock gear getting jammed. Her face went cold and glassy, devoid of thoughts and warmth. Chun Li could vaguely hear Bison's primitive moans and verbal barrages but all of the words just fell away.
A burst of coldness washed over her and she craned her neck sideways as a fuzzy image of Bison standing over her started to take shape. He was holding a bucket of water.
"Slave, when I said 'bath', I didn't mean 'nap time'." He berated her, putting the bucket down next to him, "At least you took your sponge bath without bitching, for once."
Usually, Chun Li would have fallen into a few hours of questioning what would happen or demanding answers. However, she merely gave Bison a thousand yard stare as he went on about his criticisms.
Something in her broke hard. Like the fire snuffed out.
Bison touched her face, taking notice of her sullen attitude, "Silent treatment doesn't work on me. I welcome that, not abhor it."
Chun Li merely blinked as if she was a stupid dog. For some reason, perhaps laziness or routine, Bison let her quiet behavior go. His mind was clearly thinking about the change in disposition but perhaps he figured the phase to be in his favor.
He left without much gloating, only reminding her of her current predicament as Bison had taken joy in telling her every day. Chun Li resigned herself to another cold, freezing night of sleep in icy water as she laid on her medical cot.
How many weeks had it been since she was brought here? She lost count. The days were long and the pain was longer. Everything left her body. Chun Li had heard of "accepting" death and feeling numb but she had never thought about the same behavior for endless torture.
Chun Li.
That voice again. She tried to freeze up and block it out.
"Go away, go away…" Chun Li repeated ad nauseum, "You're not real."
Stop. You're hurting yourself.
She didn't care. She hoped she died.
Don't say that.
Chun Li blinked. Could this weird voice read her mind? Her feelings?
Yes.
Her body jerked in panic. Fear seized her brain a cold sweat, making her frustrated and terrorized at the same time.
If Bison could now read minds, Chun Li was going to be destroyed.
I'm not Bison.
"Bullshit." She said much louder than she thought she would, "It's all a bunch of lies!"
I am your father.
"Un-fucking-likely." Chun Li rolled her eyes, "I'm tired of this charade. Leave me alone."
Your blood is infused with his power. Running through every organ, muscle, and bone. You can conjure up my spirit in your mind.
"I just honestly think you think I'm stupid." She growled, enraged.
Run a test then. Imagine me in front of you.
Chun Li sighed, closing her eyes hard. She pictured Dorai in her mind, down to his laugh lines. Soon, she felt a warm presence near her as if a hand had been placed on her shoulder. Opening her tired eyes, she saw a pale blue spirit of her father before her.
Blinking, she wasn't sure what to do. Her mind felt too tired to question the presence before her.
Do you believe me now?
"No. I don't...know." She mumbled, shaking her head, "This is too much. I'm tired, Father."
No doubt.
Chun Li wanted to curl up and go to sleep forever. Her ribs poked her restraints, revealing her severely underweight body before she could sense a hand stroking her hair. Soft, gentle, and fatherly, like she craved.
I don't know how to help you.
Snorting, she thought that was hilarious for some reason. What was a mere ghost going to do against the great Shadaloo evil known as Bison? Dorai couldn't even beat him when he was alive so her faith in her father was starting to lack.
He threw me off a building. There's no technique against that, Chun Li.
Chun Li suddenly felt pangs of guilt. Right.
"Father…" She tried to apologize through her tone but was too weak to do so, "Can't you kill me?"
No. That power he has in you. That venom? That keeps you alive. His curse sustains itself on your soul and spirit. Even if I destroyed your physical body, Bison can transfer your soul to a new body. Over and over again.
Chun Li didn't know that. Widened and more aware, she approached like a cougar approaching a riverbank. Bison effectively made her immortal as punishment for going against him. A tied imprisonment to his nature like a bird in a cage.
His words were true then. She would never escape.
You have to approach this a different way. Play along with him. Until the moment is right. If you can't die and he can't die, then you can take all of his abuse without fear of mortality.
She hesitated. Play along? With Bison?
I have to go. Think about what I said.
The spirit left her. Alone again, Chun Li stifled her tears. For the first time, she felt safe again. Remarkable how the mere ghost of her father had assured her of all of her pain and suffering. Was Dorai right about this? A lifetime of pushing and pulling with eternity to go…
Unbeknownst to her, Bison was also dreaming upstairs as he slept in his chambers. Usually, the dark lord of power had the ability to create his own dreams, if he ever dreamed at all. Bison was no slave to mere chemicals in his brain that dictate images as he had surpassed any human limit in the mind.
But this time, he didn't conjure up flighty fantasies of world domination or sadistically charged sexual imagery. This time, Bison was victim to a dream world that he had no idea or concept of.
He must have been in a jazz club or something as there was soft, upbeat music playing behind him. The place was dimly lit with broken neon lights and soft candles while the background people were hardly defined. Two drinks, one half drunk and the other half spilled on the small table, were sitting across from him.
Bison was wearing a suit, something that struck him as odd. He never wore suits unless he had to. But sure enough, he was sporting a blue pinstripe suit with red undershirt. He had a matching cravat tied around his neck that must have been pinned with his symbol. Even his hair was reminiscent of his young days, neatly slicked back in a business casual style.
Across from him was the only person he could see: Chun Li, wearing a red vintage dress with a black belt. Her ladies hat with the black lace tucked perfectly behind the lip of the cap. Her makeup was impeccable as well as her matching stockings and heels. Her eyes were cold and listless, like a poker game.
Cards were on the table. Bison wasn't sure what game they were playing but he was, after taking stock of the coins, winning. Chun Li, though she was down by many lots, had continued to play after countless people would have folded.
Her last coin. Chun Li tenderly placed it on the table, almost hesitant. He smirked. She was at her final straw.
Bison slapped his own coin down. He could taste victory on his tongue like her sweet kisses. She was going to owe him everything she had. Chun Li would be in debt with him, no doubt, and live her life completely in servitude after this.
He pulled his card out. One card. Bison didn't recognize what the card was as the design was no normal playing deck but he could see that the intricate design revealed the Shadaloo symbol. Must be his best card.
Chun Li put down hers: a completely black card as if she was showing a void. Emptiness.
He stared at the card, suddenly realizing that he lost. Confused, he picked over the cards and deep down, knew that nothing could beat that. Where did that trump card come from? What did the card mean?
She was staring at him like a porcelain doll with deep, blank eyes. Waiting for his next move to throw away down her black hole.
A waste of time…
Bison got irrationally angry. Bullshit! He had been playing this game for so long and now all of his work to be tossed down a hole and buried up? Slamming his fists down the table, he broke the structure in half as everything fell around their feet.
Chun Li didn't move. Didn't speak.
He grabbed her, pulling her to his lap and forcing his mouth on hers. Bison could feel her dress in his hands, the fabric between his fingers. But he couldn't touch her the way he did before; Chun Li didn't care. Like a puppet laying on their side.
"Why aren't you fighting back?" He hissed, his teeth biting at her face to get a reaction, "Have you given up? What? What are you doing to me!? Taunting me!? Hate me, love me, do something!"
Chun Li lobbed her head to the side like a broken neck. Unblinking. Staring at him. Useless.
His mind raced. Scooping up her trump card, Bison stared at the design. Blacker than black, nothing there. Velvet smooth lamination on the card. Nothing made any sense. Bison even tried to tear the card up but the material wouldn't budge an inch.
He might as well be punching a pillow.
Bison took another look at the limp doll in his arms. Chun Li was hardly moving, staring at him like a corpse.
The concept then finally clicked in dream state.
"Fight with nothing. A wall. A bag." He muttered, churning out ideas but coming up with no respite. Chun Li would be devoid of humanity, like an object. Eluding her destiny by being nothing to face.
Bison had to admit, that was quite a tactic. He never had thought of that before nor encountered someone trying that route.
Before he could think further, the psychic master woke up. Rubbing his temples, Bison drew himself out of bed and grabbed his robe, tossing on the silk fabric. He needed time to pace his room and he couldn't do that naked.
Bison had, in his technique, hit an impasse with his female companion. A plateau. Nothing he could or would do should have any effect on her submission. A simple giving up without giving in. The Shadaloo Master was careless in his tapestry weaving and now he fucked up too far ahead to go back.
Now what? Bison could torture the girl for days on end but she won't feel her defeat. She won't feel anything. He could create the most damning mental picture to eradicate her mind but Chun Li would shrug and brush the picture off.
His feet felt like they were creating a rut in the floor.
God, this girl was taking everything he had and then some. Bison was sure decades of his long life had been robbed of him from this situation. While he enjoyed a challenge, there was a big difference between suffering and Sisyphean.
The more he pushed the rock uphill, the more that Chun Li pushed the rock downhill.
Taking a deep breath, Bison extended his hands out in front of him as he focused hard in his mental plane. A soft, purplish light glowed around his arms and wrists as a translucent image of himself appeared before him.
Connecting the metaphysical illusion to his physical spirit, he glared at the embodiment of Psycho Power. These strange, mental inducing conversations were hard on Bison's energy and brain but they were useful in keeping his madness from being expelled too greatly. While Bison, in his younger times, had used psychedelic drugs to ascend to spiritual conversations with his dark and glorious energy, he had finally achieved such singularity that Bison transcended beyond any kind of man-made chemicals.
Bison, quite frankly, used to be in awe of his out-of-body manifestations. Now, however, he was purely pissed at the specter.
"Well?" He snapped with strong annoyance, "Is she going to surrender or what?"
SHE'S ALREADY SURRENDERED. YOU WENT TOO FAR.
Bison didn't want to be scolded and lectured by a fucking ghost. Especially a ghost of himself even though that he knew that he deserved all the derision he could get. Scowling, the dictator gritted his bare teeth as he attempted to beat down the spirit through pure intimidation.
His method had no effect. After all, the Psycho Power was Bison.
"I had to take her abuse further. She wouldn't…"
YOU HAVE EXCUSES FOR EVERY SETBACK. NOTHING IS EVER YOUR FAULT. YOU GOT TOO GREEDY FOR SEXUAL GRATIFICATION.
The spirit's tone was very sharp like a finely tuned knife. Feeling like a child being called out by his parent, Bison winced as his fingers curled a bit.
"I'm out of ideas." The tyrant grunted, confessing his deepest fears. Being out of ideas and not knowing what to do was Bison's darkest secret and worst nightmare imaginable. This wasn't a life or death situation but after all the work he put into Chun Li's degradation, he certainly felt like it was.
WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO ABOUT IT? I'VE DONE ALL THAT I CAN.
Of course. The selfish, prick nature of Psycho Power only takes, not gives. Never happy, never satisfied, and always hungry for more. It wouldn't be so bad except the psychic embodiment had the same temperment of a spoiled teenager refusing to do chores. Bison must have alternated between overworked parent and needy child twenty times a day with this burdened power.
"How about being fucking helpful?" Bison's irritated reply came biting, "She won't break. She won't give in. I have no use for a broken little doll. I could have just brainwashed her and turned her into a Shadaloo toy at the beginning."
WE CAN SEDUCE HER. SHE SAID SHE LOVED YOU.
Bison snorted, "I already seduced her."
YOU FORCED YOURSELF ON HER. THAT'S NOT SEDUCTION. WE CAN TAKE THE FATHER AWAY AND MAKE YOU THE MAN OF THE HOUSEHOLD.
Pondering over the suggestion, Bison did think the ghastly advice was right. He could cultivate an emotional response that would enable him to take advantage of Chun Li's state. Building up her love and tearing her down…
Rehabilitation should help.
Chun Li was jerked awake from her short slumber as her numbed emotions slipped away from the surface. Bison had been somewhat chipper, casually humming a tune under his breath.
Her small mouth was freed from her gag but the rehabilitation mask was placed over her face.
Resigning herself to another round of sadistic torture, she followed her master obediently to the rehabilitation room. There was no point for her to run anymore or even think of running.
The two said nothing to each other, almost robotic in their routine.
Chun Li kneeled down, waiting to be done so she could fantasize a painless death in her cell much faster.
However, instead of her usual scenario, Bison merely turned to her and smiled. Some twisted, affectionate little grin that made her uncomfortable.
"We're going to play a game." He told her, almost teasingly, "Don't fear. The rules aren't very hard."
Chun Li honestly no longer gave a fuck.
"It's an association game. I'll tell you something and you're going to answer "yes" or "no". Easy, hm?" Bison explained, flipping the white noise, "There's no wrong answer in this game. But play this smart, Slave."
Chun Li felt her brain scramble again, making her weary. The disturbance made this hard enough to think but now she had to participate?
"First one: Pain?"
"No." Chun Li replied emotionless.
"Enjoyment?" His voice hardly changed.
"Yes." She said, now getting confused. Was she saying yes if she liked the activity or if she wanted the word right now? "Master, I-"
"Don't interrupt the game, my dear slave. Pleasure?"
Chun Li was suddenly torn. Her mind was blank, perplexed by his question. Of course she liked pleasure and she was human but his pleasure hurt and she didn't want it.
"Yes?" She lifted her tone up a bit in inquiry.
"Violence?"
Another hesitation. Chun Li hated all forms of violence but sex was different kind of violence, right? She did orgasm against her will but that brought up all the swirling questions about pleasure she had.
"You need to be faster, Slave. Answer." Bison scolded.
"Y-no." Chun Li stumbled a bit.
"Beating?"
Her heart raced a bit, "No."
"Love?"
"Yes." Chun Li remembered that horrible fantasy, bringing up a burning in her face, "Yes…"
"Bruises?"
Chun Li had a peculiar connection in her mind. Sometimes, love causes bruises. Good, rough sex. Getting slapped for overreacting. Hugged too tight. Being punished.
"Yes." Chun Li affirmatively said.
"Force?"
Rough, forced love. Enjoyable much of the time. "Yes."
"Bondage?"
A given. Who didn't like bondage? "Yes."
"Power?"
Chun Li felt a bit nauseated. The word made her ill. "No."
"Control?"
"...No." She started to feel odd, like she was playing with her body, "I don't want...any."
The face mask she was wearing suddenly felt so tight and wobbly. Like she was swinging her head back and forth like a pendulum. Chun Li did not want to vomit in her constraint.
"When I beat you, do you feel good?"
"Yes." She confessed, jarred by her tone. What was happening?
"When I hurt you, do you feel enjoyment?"
"Yes. Yes." Chun Li was lost now, the static growing and growing. Overwhelming her.
"Everything I do to you is because you love me."
Her mouth couldn't stop the words from tumbling out, "Yes! Yes, because... because I need you...I love…"
"So I can do no wrong?"
The answer was immediate, "No, Master. No wrong. Always right and perfect."
Her body was violently jerking in tandem with her answers as if her skin was trying to reject her feelings. Chun Li nearly tore at her skin with her nails in vain attempt to protect herself.
"Do you love me, Slave?"
Chun Li whimpered, "Yes."
Now she threw up. Chun Li didn't even know how she could, considering she ate from a tube. The scent of vomit mixed with ardent confession made her severely ill.
"Who do you only love?" Bison brought her out, ignoring her disgusting state.
"My...father." She painfully resisted, "Father, please, no...no more…"
Bison crooked an eyebrow, obviously not expecting that. His bottom lip pinched a little in frustration.
"What about your master?" He demanded quietly. Calmly.
Another whine of pain, "Yes. I...my head hurts... please, one of you, just make...make this stop…"
Now suspicious, Bison turned off the machine and saw Chun Li crumple to the floor as she passed out. His words felt a little too burned for his taste, striding to her collapsed body.
Putting his hand over her head, Bison coaxed out her hidden Psycho Power. The aura was a muddy blue violet color unlike his bright purple glow or her pure blue ki.
"Well," He snapped at her unconscious form, "You're cheating on me, aren't you? Finding some other little friend to fool around with when I'm not looking?"
Bison then swiftly pulled up his other hand, sweeping a large spiritual ball made of his pure life force. Then, he pointed at Chun Li.
"Go fix this." He ordered coldly as the ghastly force slithered through her open crevices.
On a cold, ink black astral plane, a blue-white figure of Dorai Xiang was cradled over his daughter's body. He protectively placed his hands on her back, watching her breathing.
"Shh. It's going to be okay." He assured her, "You're going to wake up, darling. Just rest."
"SO YOU'RE THE DADDY THAT MY SLAVE HAS BEEN SCHEMING WITH." A cold, hateful, jeering voice interrupted the moment, "YOU AREN'T WELCOME HERE."
Dorai looked up, seeing the purple spirit of Bison standing across from them. Her father got to his feet, stepping in front of his little girl.
"You can't have her. You got what you wanted. Leave her alone." Dorai threw at him, readying himself for attack, "You got her broken down. Just stop."
The spirit of Psycho Power laughed, almost floating towards the two. The billowing of the transparent cape left dry, black ink on the ground as her plane rejected his steps.
"DON'T YOU KNOW HOW TO STAY DEAD?" Bison's power inquired, "THE GIRL IS MINE. RELAX, DORAI. SHE'S GOING TO LOVE BEING MY LITTLE TOY."
That infuriated Dorai as he mustered up a glare and an inviting fist, "My daughter will never be your toy. She deserves to be free. She deserves her own self!"
"I'VE HEARD THAT BEFORE FROM YOUR DAUGHTER AND HONESTLY, SOUNDS BETTER COMING FROM HER." Bison scoffed, "WHY DON'T YOU LET ME TAKE OVER NOW? YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A COMPLETELY UNWANTED INCONVENIENCE AND A PAIN IN THE ASS."
Chun Li was still motionless on the ground, out to the both worlds at feuding.
"I will not leave my Chun Li." Dorai remained steadfast, "We'll fight forever if we have to. You're the outsider. The foreign parasite. I will never be apart from her. I am Chun Li as much as her bones and skin."
Bison's spirit seemed to process the statement as his power was abuzz with electricity. Dorai remained still, waiting for the next move as Chun Li breathed deeply from her wounds.
"YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND." The Psycho Power finally stated, "YOU DON'T WANT TO LEAVE? THE WILL SHALL BE DONE. BUT ONE OF US IS GOING TO BE HER DADDY."
Dorai looked vengeful at his flippant forewarning but Bison's power began to yawn. His sound was quite guttural for a tired move but his yawn kept stretching.
His mouth continued to open as his groaning grew louder and louder. The jaw of the crazed tyrant continued to widen down like a dislocated nutcracker. Louder. And louder. Like a panther screaming into the wild night.
Wider. And wider. His mouth and jaw into the void of total evil. Dorai seemed frozen to the spot as the jaw seemed longer and longer with every drawn out tone.
SNAP!
The ghost of Bison had grown his mouth so enormously that his face was fully disfigured into a demonic aberration. Dorai could only helplessly stare at the beast before his weak state.
Then, Bison's spirit ate Dorai in a single swallow.
Like a snake eating a mouse, the father figure of Chun Li squeezed down the enlarged throat as the soles of his feet disappeared down the gullet. The Psycho Power then cracked his jaw slightly to accommodate the new weight before reforming himself to his previous state.
The blue spirit quickly absorbed through Bison's translucent skin, sapped of all of the power like a dying chick. The remaining ghost licked his lips like a lion savoring a meal.
"HOW LOVELY."
Bison's specter floated towards Chun Li's unconscious body, grinning immensely as her unaware figure laid at his feet.
He leaned into her ear, tonguing her ear canal, "DADDY'S HOME, SWEETHEART."
Chun Li awoke suddenly, finding herself back in her medical cell. She felt odd, like her body had been spat out by some machine oil. Her body felt empty and powerless as if the soul had been knocked out of her body.
Shivering, she felt a twang of fear. Something was wrong.
The clanging of the door opening and Chun Li pretended to be unconscious as her eyes shut tightly. Familiar heavy boots thudded in her cell, nearing her body with every agonizing step in her ears.
"Really, slave? I'm psychic. I can tell when you're asleep."
Chun Li blinked, frowning a bit but cowering in fear of Bison's predictable wrath. Instead, he patted her cheek like she was a puppy. His palm was a bit coarse as if he had been fixing something with his hands.
"You're going to get your exercise today." He stated, taking her bonds, "I think you've been behaving well enough."
Wide-eyed and fearful, Chun Li cringed at the thought. Another fight.
Bison pulled out the same qipao she had worn a lifetime ago, quickly outfitting her with the raggedy, rancid clothes that smelled of dried blood, sweat, and sex. Chun Li had noticed that her pantyhose was absent from her costume but she didn't dwell too much on it.
However, as he was fastening her collar, the fabric around her neck had crumpled into his hands like moth eaten clothes. In a single pull, Bison ripped the wildly damaged cloth from her body that exposed her collarbone and her breasts. Chun Li felt embarrassed to be put on display, hanging her head quietly in shame.
"Looks better that way." He remarked, "Come along, Slave."
"Yes, Master." Chun Li mumbled, following after him. Shoes felt oddly constraining on her feet, as if they were now too large. She wasn't surprised as the amount of weight she had lost was extraordinary.
He guided her to the training room, latching on her spiked bracelets. Chun Li wearily glanced at Bison, seeing him gesture to her opponent: a young girl wearing a red leotard with fitted beret, perhaps only 18 years of age, with curly blonde hair and glassy green eyes. Certainly much healthier and curvy than Chun Li's spiny little husk of a woman.
"This is a high-rank Shadaloo Doll." Bison informed Chun Li, "Highly trained soldier and assassin. Not well enough for an Elite Doll of my own entourage but certainly deadly. Fight and kill her."
Chun Li glanced at the Doll as the mindless automaton awaited orders, "She'll beat me for sure."
"I suggest you make sure your body parts stay together then, slave, to make cleanup easier. You have five minutes to kill her or you'll die from your spiked bracelets tearing your arms off." Bison coolly responded, walking to his Doll.
"Agent Lilie," Bison acknowledged, "Your orders are clear. Kill this slave without mercy. If she dies by your hand, you will become the replacement for Killer Bee. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Master Bison." The Doll responded immediately.
The Shadaloo Leader then took his hand, stroking the young girl's cheek like an affectionate lover bidding good luck. Chun Li felt a sting as her breath hitched, realizing that Bison had been fucking the Doll. Resentment and hurt boiled in Chun Li's skin as she tried to remain cool and steady.
"I think you'll do very well as Killer Bee's replacement, Agent Lilie," Bison idly commented, as if he was coming to a conclusion, "After all, it's no secret that you're my favorite officer Doll. I only want the very best, don't I, Agent?"
"Yes, Master Bison," The young girl replied instantly as Bison winked at his soldier, "The very best for you."
Chun Li wanted to curl up and just let the girl crush her neck. For some reason, her heart ached as if Bison was her father and doting upon a favorite child. This Agent Lilie was beautiful and clean and obedient.
YOU CAN WIN, YOU KNOW.
Startled, Chun Li fluttered her eyes. Her father's voice had come at a strange time.
SHE'S NOTHING. NOT COMPARED TO YOU. SHOW BISON THAT.
Bison had exited the arena as the doors slammed behind him. Chun Li stood weakly as the Doll prepared her stance. Clearly, she was in no position to face against a healthy combatant.
As he reached the upper observation deck, the Shadaloo Master smiled.
"Start the match."
Instantly, Lilie had gone straight for an all out offensive. Launching into kicks and punches that Chun Li could barely block. The Chinese woman nearly doubled over as the hits kept coming.
I'm too weak. She sadly thought.
LISTEN TO YOUR FATHER, DEAR. FOLLOW MY LEAD AND YOU'LL COME OUT ALIVE. SHE'S GOING TO TRY TO UPPERCUT YOU SO JUMP AWAY. NOW.
Out of instinct, Chun Li jumped away enough to avoid the jaw crushing punch. She had suspected Dorai would have predicted her fight style; he was, after all, a martial arts master in his own right.
HER WEAKNESS IS DEFENSE. HIT HER ABDOMEN. THAT'S MY GOOD GIRL.
Chun Li slammed her fist into the girl's ribcage, making the girl shudder at the force. The Chinese captive was surprised at herself, even, that she could still bring an impact.
STRIKE HER IN THE FACE WHEN SHE LUNGES. DON'T STOP HITTING HER UNTIL SHE FLINCHES. THEN GRAB HER NECK.
She waited for the lunge, aiming a kick at the agent's face as Lilie doubled back in recoil. Chun Li then kicked her again and again, finding blood now apparent on the bottom of her boot sole. The Shadaloo Doll had done extremely well in taking the hits but eventually, the body lurched hard enough to deflect her offensive attack.
Chun Li grabbed her small neck, gripping her tightly. The bones and muscles started to struggle against her.
KILL HER.
For some reason, Chun Li didn't question her father's spirit. In moments, Chun Li snapped Agent Lilie's neck like a twig and the defeated girl went down like a rag doll. The neck had twisted into a strange, bent way as Chun Li emotionlessly stood over the opponent.
VERY GOOD GIRL! I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT. I'M SO PROUD OF YOU. AND IN ONLY TWO MINUTES!
Chun Li stared at the blood pool that was starting under the dead girl's head. Her mind felt blank, like her soul had been ripped from her body. She wondered, then, if Bison would like her all the same now.
"You did very well." Bison's clear praise brought her back to reality, "And you thought you'd lose. Give me your wrists. You can go back to your cell now."
"Yes, Master." Chun Li mumbled, directing her gaze as he unlatched her bracelets and put her restraints back on. She carefully stood still as he stroked her cheek, much like he did to Lilie earlier when she was alive.
"You can have food and water." He pleasantly said, clearly happy with the situation, "After you get back. You can eat with me, slave, and I'll give you a bath. With warm water."
Her spirit was lifted a bit. She hadn't had a warm bath in ages. Chun Li nodded, following back her master into her cell. Bison began to restrain her, humming a bit. The voices started again in Chun Li's brain, making her quiet.
GO ON. TOUCH HIM. YOU LOVE HIM, DON'T YOU?
She was startled. Why was Dorai encouraging her to touch Bison, the man who killed him? Chun Li lifted her head a bit in perplexity, something that Bison seemed to not notice. He was going a bit slower at the restraints…
GIVE INTO HIM. YOU PLAYED HIS GAME TODAY, WHY NOT GET REWARDED?
But her warm bath was her reward, wasn't it? Chun Li felt conflicted and confused. Her body was started to get aroused, remembering the last time the two made love. In a soft, comforting bed with sheets and hunger and…
"Slave, why are you so quiet?" Bison questioned, bringing her to the surface of her thoughts. Chun Li flinched.
"I just…" She caught notice of his collar, seeing the firm muscles that outlined his broad shoulders. Chun Li remembered her ankles around his neck, feeling his frame support her weight as he pummeled her right and good.
Was his shirt always so tight? She could put a paper on his chest and charcoal rub his entire pectoral area.
DON'T YOU WANT THIS? FEELING HIM NEED YOUR BODY? USING YOU FOR HIS PLEASURE? HE'S JUST GOING TO FIND SOMEONE ELSE IF YOU DON'T SHOW HIM FIRST.
The jealous resentment from Bison's earlier flirting with that dead agent rose in her mind. The favorite. Well, fuck her. Chun Li beat the favorite and she was a starved prisoner and sex slave.
"You ought to not think so much." Bison suggested, twisting a strand of her hand with his forefinger playfully, "Unless it's about me. Then you ought to think about all the enjoyable ways you can spend time with me."
Chun Li felt her loins moisten a bit, trying to hide her wetness. Bison, however, removed her qipao dress and could see her heightened needs from the red flush of her skin. His fingers lightly danced on her pelvis, intrigued.
"Why, you must be running a fever." He surmised with a tease, "You've never acted like this before. Should I fetch a doctor, Slave, or is this something that I can tend to personally?"
She glanced at his chest again, feeling heat in her cheeks, "No, Master, I'm fine."
Bison pulled her body towards him, letting her fingertips touch his body through her slackened restraints. Blushing now, Chun Li couldn't bring herself to stare into his eyes as the feeling was just too much for her.
"When you won your match," Bison softly said in her ear, his words laced with temptation, "I got so aroused that I nearly took you right then and there. You're beautiful when you kill. I think if you ever get your slim chance of killing me, I wouldn't be able to control myself. I'd cheat Death over and over again just to keep fucking you. I could spend my last moments deep inside your tight little pussy as you ride me with the same murderous intensity you had today…"
Chun Li was surprised. She thought she had been a soulless, robotic fighter that resigned to Death's door. Now Bison was saying she was some intense force to be reckoned with?
She had to force herself to rest her hand on his hip as she nearly moved to his groin. Bison seemed to be amused, gliding his pinky finger under her chin in a smooth swipe.
"Go on," He coaxed her, encouraging her, "You can touch me there. Silly slave. Want to feel how hard I am when I'm with you? Here. You can slip your hand in. Go on."
Bison quickly undid his belt, guiding her hand down the front of his pants. Chun Li had never touched him like that before, under his pants and underwear, before she felt his thick member engorged with lust. She let out a little gasp, embarrassed.
He put his palms on her hips, keeping up against her frame.
"You're doing this to me." Bison said as his tongue flicked her neck, "Nobody else. Your naked body, your fighting, your submission...all of it. You turn Master on. Feel my cock vibrating with every little touch you do? That's me thinking about fucking you. Feel how strong that is? That's how badly I want you sometimes."
"Yes...Yes, Master…" Chun Li exhaled sharply, her hand cupping his cock, "I under...understand…"
"That's why I rape you. Because you drive me crazy with need that I have to have you. That's you." He continued, pinching her skin a bit, "You deserve to be raped. Deserve to be enslaved to me. Because this is what you do to me. Don't you agree?"
Chun Li felt her head nod, "Yes, Master. I...I deserve to be raped and...serve you...I...pleasure Master Bison...I drive you to want me...so badly...that you have to fulfill your needs and…"
"That's my good girl." He purred, "And you like Master being like this, don't you? This is all you want."
She felt her hand squeeze a bit, hearing him groan softly. Before she could answer, Bison grabbed her head and kissed her neck passionately. His teeth dug into her veins, just barely missing the artery.
"Tell me you want me to rape you." Bison ordered, his kisses breathy and hard on her skin, "Tell me you want me to hurt you."
Her hand felt his cock move again, making her shiver with delight. Chun Li was getting him riled up! She felt pleased, tilting her head upwards as he tore into her flesh with his canines. Her fingers slightly tightened on his cock, spurring him further.
"I want you to rape me." Chun Li pleaded, desperate with heat, "I want you to hurt me. Please hurt me, Master."
Bison pulled his down his pants more, releasing his cock as her hand popped out of his groin. He put her arm around his neck, kissing her hard on the mouth as he thrusted inside of her like a lover coming home from war. His intensity hardly slacked, pounding away at her body.
"You like it when I rape you?" He demanded, pressing her body down into the bed, "You like it when I lose control around you? You like me using your pussy as my fucktoy?"
"Yes, Master!" Chun Li squealed with pleasure, digging her raw fingertips into his skin, "I deserve you fucking me like this! I want you to hurt me! I'm a dirty little slut who makes Master horny and I need to be shown my place!"
In moments, Bison came inside of her wet cunt as he thrusted out his need hard. Chun Li could feel the warm splashes of his semen, rather proud that he couldn't stop himself from ejaculating his seed inside of her. He pulled out his cock, wiping the excess cum on her stomach.
"Damn." He remarked, "You're fertile. Shouldn't have done that. Well, I'll check in a week or so."
"Thank you, Master." Chun Li said, somewhat tired now, "Master, are you satisfied?"
His lip curled into a grin, "No, my dear slave. But you have had a long day and I haven't fed or bathed you like I promised…"
She seemed to jump at the opportunity to make him lose himself again, "Master, I don't need that. Please fuck me if I'm driving you to neediness."
Bison seemed to ponder the thought for a moment before saying, "Of course, slave. But I would rather not run another risk. Do as I say and I'll let you free of your cuffs."
Chun Li seemed to agree as he let her go, making her bubbly and excited. She felt like a girl on prom night with her secret, older boyfriend. Her stomach started to get butterflies as he took out her blindfold.
Tightening her cloth, she felt him take her to the chair and push her forwards into the seat so her bottom was sticking out in front of him. Chun Li then felt his body move up against her, pulling her neck against him.
"I'm going to fuck you up." Bison vowed, his words venom with delight, "I'm going to fuck you up so hard that you won't walk for weeks. Hm? Want Master to fuck you up, slave?"
He spanked her hard, making her squeal in happiness.
"Yes, Master! Fuck me up! Pleasure Master Bison, pleasure Master Bison!" Chun Li eagerly repeated, like a parrot.
Bison alternated his slaps on her rear, hitting harder and harder with every strike, "Come on, slave. Show me you want me. Rub up against me while I'm spanking your naughty ass. Dripping wet pussy, you dirty bitch, for a spanking."
She dutifully rubbed her body against his erect rod, whimpering, "Take me, Master. Please…"
Bison used his cock to swipe up a little bit of lubrication from her pussy before jamming his member into her tight asshole. Chun Li screamed, not expecting him to enter her anally but her mind was too far gone to care. She thought she heard her father's voice laughing at her, as if she was on display...
"Master!" Chun Li whimpered, feeling him rough her up, "Too deep! Too deep!"
"So this is how you are when you don't fight back." He grinned, his tongue sitting at the back of his bottom teeth, "Nice change of pace! Like a whore should be for her master. I do somewhat miss you begging me to stop. Making me hunt for you…"
She felt humiliated, clutching her support chair as he roughly fucked her ass. Her mind was craving his power, his ability as her body desperately needed to heal.
"Master, please...I…" Her words felt half formed on her lips as she fell forward, her mind hanging on by threads, "I need you…"
"I know, Slave." Bison replied, his syllables delicious on his tongue like sweet sour candy, "I am the only one that you need to serve. To love deeply."
His barbaric experience came through in his rugged thrusts, making her ass stretch and tighten around his cock. Chun Li could only imagine behind her blindfold how her entrance must be puckering up to his thick, unbridled member.
"Come on, Slave. Tell me all the dirty, naughty thoughts you have." His licked speech echoed around her skin, making her hairs stand up on her neck, "All the filthy, taboo fantasies you had but never told anyone else. Or do you want me to guess, hm?"
Chun Li shivered, feeling his hand grope her breast, rubbing her flesh hard like an intense massage. Her drawn, fucked out vowels made her feel powerless and brainless at the same time like a woman who reached a sexual nirvana.
"Multiple men fucking you? Taking your every hole?" Bison's grin felt so close to her, "No. I don't think so. You need to be owned by one man, completely and fully. One strong, unstoppable man who pulls your hair and shoves you over his desk, fucking you like a cheap whore before he goes back to his wife. Using your tight pussy like a condom before leaving you there like used trash. He fucks you when he wants to, even if you're working or around people, and you can't say shit because he gagged your mouth shut with your panties and blindfolded you with tie."
His body rammed up against her, making her lose focus of her grip on the chair. She could feel her pussy soaking between her legs, begging for another taste of his cum against her defenseless walls.
"Master, please, harder! Use me, please…!" She pleaded as Bison grabbed a hunk of her hair, "Pleasure...Master... pleasure...Master…"
"I bet you watched lots of pornography, getting so jealous that those sluts get fucked up good while you're teasing that pussy." He said in her ear, moving between her legs but intentionally avoiding her pussy, "You even want to be filmed while getting abused like a dirty little girl, don't you? Because that's all you are to me: a dirty, filthy little brat who learns her place. Are you grateful that Master is showing you where you belong?"
He spread her vulva lips apart, shifting the small weight off her clitoris and exposing it to air. She shuddered, moving against his rapid beats.
"Tell me your darkest needs, Slave."
His words were melodic in a strange, commanding way. Almost hypnotic. The blindfold made her feel so vulnerable to him.
"I want to be told what to do so I don't have to think." Chun Li finally confessed, her knees weak with desire, "I…"
"Those are wants." His grip on her scalp pulled hard, "I said needs. Listen to instructions, you dumb slut."
"I need Master!" She exclaimed in pain, jabbering on in instinct, "I need a Master to serve! I need to watch Master fuck other women and use me afterwards to show my place! I need Master to fuck me in front of every man and woman so I know I am his slut! I need Master to breed my womb after fucking another slut so I know that all I'm good for is mating! I need Master to fuck my pussy right now!"
Bison ripped off her blindfold, forcing her to sit on the floor. Chun Li was dazed before her lord shoved his still-ripe and erect cock in her tiny mouth. Her lips tightly remained snug around his member as she jumped feet first into his oral servicing.
Chun Li was eagerly sucking him off, relishing every inch that she fit in her mouth. Bison grunted as he felt the back of her throat, licking his lips at the sight of his willing slut.
"I thought you'd come around, slave," He chuckled, petting her hair, "Get me to cum, dear. You love pleasuring your master, don't you? Just want to sit at the foot of my throne, loving me in front of everyone?"
She nodded enthusiastically, dreamily thinking of the day Chun Li could show off her skills in front of every Shadaloo warrior. Her mouth felt his hips rock against her tongue before a salty fluid exploded in her mouth. Chun Li swallowed every drop without resistance, jumping at the opportunity to consume his tasty seed.
"Good girl." Bison praised, watching her lick his shaft clean, "That was much better this time. You love sucking Master's hard cock, don't you?"
"Yes, Master…" Chun Li replied with some breathy tones, looking up at him, "I want more cum, Master…"
"You'll get it, slave. Rub my cock some more." He commanded, watching her hand glide over his thirsty, wet dick, "What did you learn today, slave?"
"That I love sucking your cock. That your cum is so good and delicious." Chun Li mindlessly said, almost hypnotic, "I love being obedient…"
"Very good!" Bison stroked her hair, "Facedown on the bed."
She obeyed, crawling into bed before he put his hand over her eyes. Purple rays glided across her eyes as if they were a screen. Bison removed his hand, putting it on her hips as he positioned himself behind her.
"Are you my fucktoy?" He asked, sliding his cock against her entrance slowly.
Chun Li, unblinking, stared ahead through the psychic blindfold, "Yes, Master."
"What do you see?" Bison continued, using the head to encircle her clit.
"My worthless body being pleasured by your magnificent cock, Master." She said, shivering, "Getting fucked so hard...In front of all your men...so they know I belong to you…"
"Does that make you horny, slave? Getting fucked in public while men watch?" He teased her opening now, "Taking my dick and being filled with my cum?"
"Yes, Master." Chun Li replied, now moaning softly, "You're the best. The strongest and most powerful. You are showing that you own me. Beating the competition...Master, please fuck me! In front of everyone!"
He prodded her hole as she happily panted, lost in her hallucinations. Bison started to enter her pussy before he felt a tremor in her. A rubber band snapped in her brain as Chun Li came to her senses.
"Wait...No…" Her mind suddenly broke out of the hazy, dreamy state, "This...this is wrong…"
"Well, almost." Bison corrected himself, sheathing himself in her pussy, "There we go. Favorite spot in the world. Slave, is that any way to thank your master for fucking you?"
"Thank you...Master…" Chun Li said before violently shaking her head, "No! Oh God, fuck me! Please!"
"That's better." He petted her cheek, "Tight little girl. Beg me."
"Please...fuck me...Master...Bison…" Chun Li heard herself say, crying for every thrust, "Master! Master! I want…"
Bison immediately picked up a steady, hard pace as his cock took its rightful place in his slave's body. His young captive fighter helped him as her body moved upwards, almost debaucherous in her lustful service to her lord.
"Enjoying getting fucked in front of hundreds?" He grunted in her ear, "Naked, spread out, and in heat as your pussy is placed on a silver platter for my dick? Everyone knows I won. They know you belong only to me, only for my indulgence."
Her throat sounded dry with her moans, scratchy and devoid of thought. Chun Li felt her hot climax start to climb, almost giddy at the thought of her master rewarding her an incredible orgasm in front of others. Proving to his inferiors that Bison was the best and had the best.
"Please, Master, fuck me harder! Please!" She whimpered, clenching around his cock, "I want them to be so jealous of your cum dripping from my pussy! I'll even squirt for Master!"
Bison curled his teeth around her earlobe, grabbing her hair as he pulled her towards his rough, whispered tone, "Say you're my fucking slave. You're my fucking slave and all you think about is my cock fucking you up. Say it."
"I'm your fucking slave! I only think about your cock fucking my body up!" Chun Li shrieked, "I want your cock fucking me up! Please, Master! Please, I want to cum! Please let me cum…!"
His sadistic nature started to overcome him, eliciting him to grab a hunk of her round bottom and spank her cheeks red. Chun Li whined, panting like a bitch in heat.
"I'm going to knock your slutty little pussy up," Bison hissed in her ear, "In front of every Shadaloo man and woman. I'm going to breed you like I'm breeding a riding pony for a stallion stud. And every time I cum inside this quickened womb, my Dolls are going to kneel down and slurp up my spent seed from your whore pussy like it was fucking cocaine."
Chun Li tried to slip her hand between her legs to rub her clitoris but Bison yanked it away, holding it against her back.
"Bad girl," He admonished harshly, "You don't touch your pussy without permission. Master didn't give you permission to touch a pussy that belongs to him."
"Yes, Master," She agreed, her vision still obscured by the psychic delusion, "I'm sorry, Master. My pussy is yours. Please fuck my pussy as your toy in front of everyone."
Bison suddenly found himself yearning to see her submission fully, jerking himself out of her wet cunt and rolling her over on her back. His body instantly moved up on her, mounting her like a victorious barbarian to his newly acquired livestock animal.
Her breasts jiggled with every move, making him horny at the thought of fucking her tits again. His cock started to coat her freshly fucked hole, spilling his hot seed inside. Bison then released his dick from her tight grip, pulling his thick pole out to shove between her bosom as he ejaculated again.
The musky scent of masculine semen must have been too much for Chun Li as she rubbed her fingers in his fluids, making her lick his gratification off her hands. Her mouth drooled for more of his delicious cum as she wanted to suck him off after such creamy loads.
In her vision, Chun Li could see men and women entranced by her wanton self. Envious of her Master and his total control over her body.
"Good girl," Bison had said in her face, "Hands above your head."
Chun Li obeyed as he picked up a wand massage, seeing him place it on her clit at the highest setting. Her body started to move vigorously.
"You can't cum yet. I didn't give you permission." Bison told her, slapping her cruelly on the face, "Hold it off, Slave. Grind against your toy. My pussy isn't ready to cum yet."
"Please, Master, please!" She begged, "I can't…!"
He grabbed her neck, "Don't disobey me, Slave. Grind."
Chun Li started to move against the massage, helplessly looking up at Bison as her body thrashed against his toy.
"Faster, Slave. Harder. Fuck me. Please me. You don't get off on this. You get off on pleasing your master." Bison instructed, watching his captive with a condescending gleam in his grin, "Now, what do you see?"
"I'm…" Chun Li moaned, "Spread out on a chair. Cum gushing out of my holes...your men want to take turns on me but they...they won't dare touch your property…"
Bison touched her hair, pulling a strand back, "Are you wanting those men?"
"No, Master!" She answered, her body juggling herself on the vibrating toy, "Just you! I only want you! I love you fucking me in front of them! Master! Please, I need to cum! I want to cum all over your cock!"
"No." He denied, rubbing her clit more, "I don't want my little pussy cumming yet. You have to please me. How do you please me, Slave?"
"By obeying you! By killing for you!" Chun Li screamed, "By fucking you! Rape me, fuck me, do whatever you want to me! I just want to cum!"
Bison stroked her chin as if she was a dog sitting by his side. Her head lopped off to the side as if she had lost all focus in her mind. Tears slid down her cheeks from the forced restraint of her climax as Bison continued to assault her with vibrations.
"Slave, you haven't been doing that recently. Why, you've been disobedient before today. Why should I let you cum for all the nonsense you put me through like the selfish little whore you are?" Bison reminded her as he held on her edge in expert finesse.
"I'm...I'm sorry. I love you." Chun Li blubbed out, her words lost in any sense of intelligent meaning, "Master, please, I...anything for you...I'm stupid, I'm…"
He hummed a bit, watching her pelvis tremble with anticipation. Sweat had beaded around her pubic hair and slithered down her cunt, making quite the enticing little scent. Bison could have jammed himself in her tight hole right then and there.
"What about your father?" Bison commented rather coolly.
Without missing a beat, Chun Li merely replied in a pitiful whine: "I don't remember my father."
Perfect answer. Her master pulled back her hair as he stared down at his faithful little sex doll. His grin, evidenced by the pearly whites of his teeth, was clear as the noon sun on a cloudless day.
"You may cum." Bison granted permission as collected as a zen priest.
Chun Li obeyed as her body was rocketed into heights of pleasure. Her climax came like a blow in a boxing match as her figure was floored out by the intensity of her peak desire. Vaginal fluids squirted out of her small figure while Chun Li lost her voice screaming in need.
"Master!" She cried out, "Master, thank you! Master!"
With that, Chun Li blacked out to the world around her as Bison had predicted she would do.
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