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Bringing Up Cammy	By : Shinkansen Category: +S through Z > Street Fighter Views: 13178 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- 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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Note: this chapter contains F/D, Oral, Violence
Poison undid the straps on her wrists and legs, and Cammy's first instinct was to cannon spike the pink-haired freak into next Tuesday. But she didn’t; she closed her eyes and tried to remain calm. So when Poison said,
"Doll, get up," in a flash of insight, Cammy realized: She doesn’t know!
Cammy obediently slid off the wooden X and onto her feet. Poison clapped her hands and squealed like a little girl on Christmas morning. Cammy had only vague recollections of her time as one of Bison's dolls, and they weren't pleasant memories. But she remembered how mindless and helpless she felt. Could she fake that again, just long enough to get out of this mess?
She remembered touching Chun-li's mind at the end of her dream. Her only hope was that Chun-li knew, was on her way right now, hopefully with a whole SWAT team.
Cammy just had to keep up the act until then.
Poison placed a studded, black leather collar around Cammy's neck. To this, she clipped a five foot-long leather leash. Playfully, she slapped the loose end of the leash across Cammy's face. The blow didn’t really hurt; it was more insulting than anything. Somehow, Cammy kept herself in check.
"Come, doll," Poison said, and led Cammy out of the room. She tried to walk mechanically, staring straight ahead, while trying to take in and memorize as much detail as possible. She was being led up some stairs, and could again hear the dull roar she'd noticed back when she first came to. There were no windows, only harsh artificial lights.
Up and up they went, through a door, now climbing some wooden stairs. There was some kind of mesh or chicken wire to her right, and through it a large, circular, sand-floored pit.
The pit area was defined by high boards, and looked to be about fifteen feet deep. Two open doorways were at opposite ends. And built around it were rows upon rows of wooden bleachers. Stretching to the high ceiling, more chicken wire separated the bleachers from the pit itself. The only way in or out was through the doors.
The bleachers were filled. A mass of humanity, shouting, cheering, jeering, creating a din that reverberated around the whole arena. Cammy could smell the reek of alcohol and a few different kinds of smoke.
The rows closest to the pit were occupied by men in suits, collars open, ties pulled loose. On their arms, jewelry glittering in the light, were women in evening dresses, laughing and cheering along with the men.
Higher up there was more smoke and less sparkle. There were work shirts and boots, short skirts and heels. One couple appeared to be fucking right there in the bleachers, while their neighbors egged them on.
Down in the pit, a heavily muscled man had one fist raised in the air, circling, playing to the crowd. Behind him, a pair of black-suited security women dragged another, smaller man through one of the pit doors, leaving a trail of blood soaking into the sand.
It was such a massive sensory overload that Cammy nearly fell back down the stairs. Grasping the handrail, she forced herself to keep climbing, one step after another.
They finally reached Poison's suite near the top of the arena. This was a large, wood-paneled room with several crushed leather couches arranged in stadium-seating, each row on a higher riser. A mini bar was in an alcove at one end, and small wooden end tables were at each end of the couches. The front wall of the suite was an open window, with only a waist-high wall to impede the view. A spectator could lean over and spit down into the arena if they wanted to.
Poison gestured to the front-most seat. Without looking her in the eye, Cammy sat, folding her hands in her lap. Poison strolled over to the wall, placed her hands on the rail, and stretched, arching her back like a cat.
"Isn't this great, little doll?" she asked. "All mine, everything here." She turned and gave Cammy a little wink. "All these people pay to see what I give them. And do you know what I give them?" Cammy continued to stare straight ahead.
"I give them what they want to see," she said. "Thousands of years ago, places like this were honored, given a respected place in society!" She swept her arm across the open area. "Now, we have to hide underground. But people don't change," she said, her voice going softer. "It's just a matter of reminding them who they are."
Poison came over and sat down on the couch next to Cammy. She ran one finger across Cammy's scarred cheek, the long fingernail tracing the scar's outline.
"I had to miss the last match to come get you," she said. "And the main event isn't for a while yet. That gives us some time alone, little doll."
Cammy's gut reflexively tightened. How far was too far? And could she risk breaking character? Poison's breath in her ear caused her stomach to flutter. Oh god don’t let this happen now, please, she thought.
"You know," Poison said, suddenly scooting away from her. "I heard somewhere that a lot of prostitutes don’t even have sex with their clients. They just, you know, talk to them, hang out with them, pretend to give a fuck one way or the other about them.
"And that's the problem with all this power I've got, Cammy," she said. Her lips pouted. "Everybody either wants me to give them something or to take something from me. They don’t care about me, really. Nobody every cared about me. The best I can do is give them something they need. And then they need me. But care?" She snorted. "Don't make me laugh."
Poison suddenly stood up. Undoing the button on her denim shorts, she deftly slid them to the floor, carefully stepping her spiked pumps out of them. Standing there, feet apart, hands on her hips, she swayed from side to side. Beneath a neatly-trimmed tuft of bright pink pubic hair, her penis swayed with her, its head bouncing off each of her thighs in turn. She reached down and casually stroked herself, slowly squeezing her hand up the length of her shaft, then letting it flop back down.
"You think anybody cared about someone like this?" she asked. She lifted her penis up again. There, extending from its base, was a small, virginal-looking pussy. "I mean, have you ever seen anything like this?" Cammy almost answered, but didn’t. Poison gave a frustrated sigh.
"Doll, have you ever seen anything like this?"
"No," Cammy said shortly. Again her stomach fluttered. The way Poison was stroking herself was almost hypnotic. And her pussy, so delicate looking, so much like her own, and such a contrast to the thick, monstrous cock hanging where her clitoris should be.
Poison noticed her staring, and smiled. She took a step closer.
"And now you have seen it," she said. "And you care. You care because I say you do. You're mine, Cammy White." She held up her penis. "Now, doll, you may now kiss the mistress."
Cammy got on her knees and crawled the short distance to Poison. She raised herself up on her haunches and closed her eyes. You're just creating a distraction, she thought. Then came another thought. Yeah, just keep telling yourself that.
She remembered her time as a doll, not just being an assassin but also part of the harem. The memories were indistinct, like a faded dream. Other than her time with Chun-li, she had never been voluntarily intimate with anyone. And she was happy with Chun-li, extremely satisfied both physically and emotionally.
But Poison's cock… she had never been so close to a real one, and was intensely curious. Something about the way it hung there, full of potential energy, the veins running along the length of the shaft. The head was darker than the rest, and she could see a small mole, like a beauty mark, just above and to the right of the urethra.
Something about that mole set a smoldering fire in Cammy's belly. Electric thrills coursed through her body, and suddenly she very much wanted to do what she was about to do. She longed to know what this thing tasted like, what it would feel like in her mouth, what it would feel like as it got hard.
Closer and closer she leaned, eyes closed. She could smell Poison's cock as she leaned in, could feel the heat radiating from it. She pursed her lips and placed a small, quick peck right on the tip, her lower lip brushing across the urethra.
She gave it another kiss, letting her lips linger for a moment on the soft skin of the head. Then another, parting her lips slightly. Then a fourth, letting the tip of her tongue run over the tip's hole.
As she made out with Poison's cock, kissing like she would a lover, she felt its muscles hardening. She took as much of the cock into her mouth as she could, curling her tongue around the bottom and pressing it up into the roof of her mouth. She could feel a pulse beating somewhere along the shaft, and it grew and grew, filling her mouth. She could feel it pressing against her cheeks, could feel the head elongating, going down the back of her tongue, down her throat.
As the cock became fully erect, it felt enormous. Cammy tried to move her jaw, but couldn’t. She tried to swallow, but couldn’t. Instinctively, she began to draw back. But two hands roughly grabbed the back of her head, forcing her even further down onto the shaft. She tried to gasp for air, but there was nowhere for the air to go. She tried to wiggle out of Poison's iron grip, but could only flail helplessly.
Struggling for air, her throat tightened, squeezing the massive cock like a pressure cuff, and Cammy began to gag. Saliva bubbled and ran down her chin in thick streamers. She managed to suck in a thin stream of air, but this only made her gag even more.
Poison ground Cammy's face even harder on her cock. Cammy's nose was buried in pink hair, tendrils of it going up her nostrils. She felt Poison's cock burning inside her throat, seeming to stretch right down to her stomach. She began to panic, her flailing growing ever more wild.
Suddenly, Poison yanked Cammy's head back, pulling her hair violently, and threw her to the ground. Cammy lay there for a minute, gagging and retching, her spit puddling on the ground. After a few dry heaves, her throat raw, she pulled herself up to her haunches.
Poison was staring down at her, a wicked smile on her face. She slid one of her high-heeled feet forward.
"Now doll, thank me for the privilege of choking on my dick," she said. Cammy crawled over to her and planted another small kiss on the pointed toe of Poison's black pump.
"Thank you for allowing me to choke on your dick," she said softly. Just then, the crowd below began to cheer.
"Oh, good," said Poison, turning back toward the arena. "Time for the other entertainment." She sat down on the nearest couch, her cock, still gleaming with Cammy's saliva, pointed up like an exclamation mark. She patted the space next to her. "Come join me, doll."
Cammy crawled over, and lifted herself onto the couch. Once again, she folded her hands into her lap.
"I've been wanting to get these two together for a while now," Poison said. "But it's so hard to track down good talent, even harder to get them to sign."
Down in the pit, the announcer came to the center of the ring. He was a dandy, dressed in a purple suit with a stovepipe hat, face painted white. He raised the mic to his lips.
"Ladies and gentlemen, now for the main event!" The crowed broke into thunderous applause. "You're in for some exceptional excitement tonight! First, from Japan, the Oriental Peach Blossom, Rainbow Mika!"
The crowed roared, whistling and jeering lustily, as R. Mika entered the pit. She was a short, stocky woman with a massive bust and blond, pig-tailed hair. She was wearing a powder blue mask over her eyes. Her breasts were covered only with blue, heart-shaped pasties, and below her waist she wore only a blue thong with white, frilled edges. Thigh-high, polished white wrestling boots completed her ensemble.
She had a giant, goofy grin on her face, right hand raised. Her first two fingers made a V sign. As the cheers grew even more lewd, she clasped her buttocks in her hands and jiggled them, grinning sheepishly.
"And now, from Metro City, the Crown Princess of Bushin, Maki Genryusai!"
The applause lessened noticeably when Maki came out. Cammy could see a few of the spectators looking confusedly at each other. Not only was she not as well known as R. Mika, the professional wrestler, but she was dressed much more practically. She wore a simple red tabard over a black mesh shirt. Her blond hair was swept up in a single pony tail, and she wore a pair of red sneakers.
Instead of playing to the crowd, Maki sauntered into the pit, an intense look of concentration on her face. At her side, almost casually, she twirled a wooden tonfa.
"Bastard," Poison muttered. "I told him to announce the ninja girl first. I'll have his balls for that."
Cammy watched as the announcer explained the rules. There would be two 3-minute rounds. A point was scored for each knockdown. At the end of the two rounds, if the fighters were tied in knockdowns, there would be a 3rd sudden death round.
The announcer retreated to safety through one of the arena exits. He appeared a few moments later by the pit's rim. Raising the mic, he let a long moment pass. The crowd had become almost silent. R. Mika and Maki were circling each other warily. Almost unconsciously, Cammy scooted to the edge of her seat. "Round one!" the announcer screamed. "Fight!"
As the girls moved in, Cammy's fingers twitched unconsciously. Her heart beat faster, her breathing quickened. Was this what she had looked like during the last tournament? When she faced an opponent, did she have the same look in her eye that the two women in the pit now had?
Down in the pit, the fighters traded a series of feints and shadowboxes, gauging each others' strength and speed. Maki was clearly the faster of the two, and she caught R. Mika with a vicious kick to the side of her head that sent the wrestler staggering back.
The crowd applauded as R. Mika recovered quickly and dashed in. Before Maki could react, she was swept up in a Rainbow Mika bearhug. Her powerful forearms cinched around Maki's waist, muscles bulging. Her head was buried in Maki's cleavage, and Cammy saw the wrestler's hips buck slightly.
Maki's face was a mask of agony as the pressure on her insides grew. Her arms were pinned to her sides by the bearhug, forcing her to drop her tonfa. The girl could only kick her legs feebly.
Cammy watched as R. Mika tightened her hold more and more. Maki's face was going blue. Then she felt eyes on her, and turned to see Poison was watching, not the fight, but Cammy's response to it. Cammy felt her face flush. She turned away from Poison's gaze, unable to look her in the eyes.
"So it gets you going, too?" Poison observed. "Not just fighting, but watching the fight." Her voice was low and husky. Out of the corner of her eye, Cammy noticed that she was again stroking herself. "The uncertainty, the desperation on their faces when they know they're beaten, the humiliation of the loser, the confidence of the winner."
Cammy forced her trembling muscles to steady as she tried to keep focused, ready to act when the time came. But the fight down below was making her ache down below. As Maki's face took on a look of panic, her eyes wide, Cammy again felt herself becoming more and more aroused.
"Doll, play with yourself," Poison said. Breathing deep, Cammy sunk down on the couch. She spread her legs, slid the crotch of her leotard aside, and with her finger began rubbing slow circles around her clit.
Maki had managed to free one arm, and with a last-ditch effort, dug her fingers to R. Mika's scalp. Pulling as hard as she could, both women grunting and straining, Maki pulled R. Mika's head out of her breasts. The wrestler's face was locked in a grimace, eyes squinting.
In the moment that passed, R. Mika's eyes widened as she realized the trouble she was in. Then Maki brought her own head down in a vicious headbutt, right into R. Mika's little button nose.
With a scream, R. Mika released the hold, her hand flying to her face. A trickle of blood ran between her fingers and fell to the sand on the floor. Pressing her advantage, Maki charged in with a series of spinning kicks, rising through the air, each blow knocking R. Mika higher. After four solid kicks, Maki tumbled softly to the ground. R. Mika went flying, crashing into the arena wall, bouncing off the wooden planks, and falling heavily to the sand.
Just as R. Mika struggled to her feet, the bell rang. As Cammy listened to the announcer claim Maki as the winner of Round 1, she again felt Poison's breath in her ear. She felt a strong hand grasp her own, guide it away from her pussy and towards the massive shaft of Poison's cock.
"Now, doll," Poison breathed. "Play with your mistress." Cammy clumsily started moving her hand up and down.
"No, no, no," Poison said, placing her own hand over Cammy's. She slowly guided Cammy up and down her cock, squeezing at the base, releasing pressure at the top. "Slow, like this."
Cammy moved her hand the way Poison had shown her, but she couldn't seem to get the rhythm right. A bored look crossed Poison's face.
"No, no, this isn't doing it," she said. Then she gasped, and an evil smile crossed her lips. "How about we raise the stakes a little?"
Cammy only stared. What did that mean?
"Obviously you need more encouragement. So we'll make it a death match," Poison said simply. "What do you think of that?" Cammy shook her head. There was too much, and then there was way, way too much. Poison furrowed her brow.
"I will kill for my mistress," Cammy said. "But I won't be responsible for another death."
Oh, but that’s the whole point," Poison said. "Holding a life in your hands. Anyone can kill, but to order someone else to kill for you? I think that's what your old boss loved about his job. It's certainly what I love about my job. Could you learn to love it, too?
"I'll give you a taste of it tonight," Poison said, smiling. "If you can make me cum before the next round ends, it stays a regular match. If I don't cum, one of those fighters won't leave the arena alive. It's all up to you."
Cammy tried to keep her face impassive, but inside she was ready to scream. What the absolute fuck was this about? This was unfair, this wasn’t right, this was impossible! Had the masquerade gone far enough? Should she drop the act and try to subdue Poison now, and escape on her own?
But even as Poison spoke, Cammy knew it was too late. She didn’t have time to make a plan, had no idea how to get out of this place. She had to follow this act through to the bitter end. She had to trust that Chun-li was on her way. She had to trust that the fighters down there could take care of themselves. She had to trust herself, that she could make this pink-haired she-devil cum before time was up.
"Now, doll, suck my dick," Poison said, and Cammy again moved off the couch and onto her knees. She heard the crowd roar as R. Mika and Maki squared off again, neither one knowing how precariously their lives hung in the balance. The announcer again raised the mic.
"Round 2! Fight!"
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