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Something Else	By : J-FSindel Category: +S through Z > Street Fighter Views: 7195 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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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"Is this some sort of joke?!"
The shrill voice of a effected, lanky tall Chinese man had rung the area of a dingy warehouse, echoing off the walls. A short, stocky, African man of little attribute approached forward in an aggressive yet overcompensating manner.
"Look, takataka," The man snarled, "You made an offer. As if I'm going to take your boss's recommendation to pay more and get less!"
"I am Lord F.A.N.G, second of Shadaloo, and you will address me with respect, dog." The lanky pompous of the house sneered with contempt, "You are the one who had delayed our bargain significantly! We brought your merchandise and played your games far enough! You will pay what Lord Bison is demanding and enjoy the fruits of his labors!"
"Fuck you, m'kunda, I'll call you whatever I want." The other gang leader snapped with aggravation, "I know a scam when I see one! Fuck you and fuck Lord Bison!"
The two had been arguing over the shipment of 30 tons of illegal contraband for about twenty minutes on some shipyard dock in East Africa. While F.A.N.G had been passionately representing the international and shadowy organization known as Shadaloo, his strongly forceful opponent named Auni had been representing various pirates and drug smugglers that formed the Golden Triangle.
A point of contention between the two was that Auni had intentionally delayed the meeting for two weeks, changing the locations from Tanzania to Kenya multiple times and causing a nuisance headache for all involved. Auni had claimed that Interpol had been tracking his whereabouts with great detail and success, even though both his underlings and Shadaloo operatives confirmed there was no substantiation to the paranoid beliefs.
The mysterious leader known as M. Bison had then gave the ultimatum: buy the product or face deadly consequences. Auni, hesitant, had agreed to meet on the Kenyan docks with large bribes to the local police to scour the area for interlopers. Apparently, as interest for Bison's wasted resources, the deal had changed from 30 tons to 15 tons at double the price.
F.A.N.G had been impatient since he arrogantly informed the leader which has now delayed the transaction even further. Quarreling like two hens over a rooster, their voices were now overlapping each other in fits.
"You have already been told that there would be-!"
"Go on then! It's not like war isn't here alrea-!"
Several Shadaloo agents and Kuni's men had shifted slightly. What should have been an hour, tops, had delved into nearly two hours. The midnight sky had stretched above them like a painting on the cool, clear waters of Kenya.
Suddenly, out of the darkness of the dock, a small ball had rolled towards the two bickering men. It had a strange metal exterior and a pin missing. Auni had the opportunity to look down before exclaiming:
"Bo-!"
The grenade had exploded into a yellow mist, blanketing the area with a thick, dark poison of mustard gas. Auni fell to the ground, gasping, as the other men had done the same as the gas burned their lungs. F.A.N.G, however, stood tall and unaffected as multiple men approached in gas masks and guns that were etched with INTERPOL on them.
"Hands on your head!" The front man demanded, "Now! You are under arrest!"
"Little pathetic bug." F.A.N.G smoothly said, "Do you know who you are dealing with?"
"Of course!" The man's voice seemed quite bubbly, "The second in command of Shadaloo: F.A.N.G! You said so yourself. We have it on tape. Hands on head. Now."
The poison immune fighter revealed his long wrist, showing the deadly purple ink that covered his hand. The man seemed unafraid, clicking his gun to signify that they were not playing around.
"Go on," The Shadaloo commander offered, "Take the risk."
It was hard to say who started the gunfight first. It may have been the Interpol agents firing first or the remaining criminals who saw the light and fired. However, it quickly degenerated into bloodbath with criminals and officers getting riddled with bullets.
F.A.N.G had taken the chance and ran for covered, as did the front line officer who aimed the gun at his chest. While the officer was valiant in his effort to shoot F.A.N.G, the gun was dropped and F.A.N.G picked it up, dissolving the metal from his acidic poison.
The sky was now lit up with firefights as the water bounced the reflections off vividly. The Shadaloo Commander now wondered if he would ever reach back to his beloved Master of Darkness…
"Give up, F.A.N.G!" The earlier man called out, "You're surrounded!"
Scowling, he quickly conjured up a poison ball and flung it in the voice's general direction. With a loud plop, the poison exploded on the ground and some liquid had gotten on the armor the brave officer was wearing. Thinking quickly, the cop shed their protective armor so the poison couldn't reach their body.
F.A.N.G took a peek out and saw a vibrant blue swath of fabric appear out of the hazy gas and gun smoke. Suddenly, he started laughing.
"A woman dares to threaten me!?" He chortled as if it was hilarious, "A woman! Dressed for the nightclub!"
The now revealed identity of the cop postured very firmly against the cover. Her blue qipao swished at her feet as her buns were adorned with white fabric. Her white boots, now free of the heavy metal coverings, had laced itself against her firmly toned legs.
"This woman is dressed for success, F.A.N.G." She called out, almost grinning at the thought of him cornered, "I wanted to impress your boss but he's not here! I guess a little coward like him can't handle risk so he sends his pathetic monkeys to do it for him!"
That spurred F.A.N.G into action, springing him from his cover and throwing poison at her. The woman expertly dodged his attacks, slamming her first martial arts kick of the night squarely into his chest. Clearly not expecting her power, he stumbled a bit before getting back into stance.
"You little bitch," He spat, feeling blood on his tongue, "You'll pay for that."
"My name is Detective Chun Li Xiang. And Shadaloo will pay for my father's death first." Chun Li signaled her start, getting into stance.
The commander of Shadaloo took false swipes at her, forcing her to jump backwards and block his punches effortlessly. Her quick moves were higher match for the aggravated and blood-blinded assassin of death, deftly defying his every movement with prowess like a lioness. F.A.N.G refused surrender, however, pushing through as her endurance began to overwhelm him.
He swung his long arms towards her back, missing her body by mere centimeters, before Chun Li launched her specialty of the Spinning Bird Kick in his body. Dazed and confused, F.A.N.G stumbled backwards as Chun Li pulled out her handcuffs.
"It's over, F.A.N.G," She said coolly, "Give up."
Gnashing his teeth, F.A.N.G swung his long coat sleeves at her and thrusted his hand towards her bosom. Reacting quickly, Chun Li slammed her kick into his face and began to assault him with rapid fire hits, squaring him off completely. After what seemed like forever to F.A.N.G, she stopped and F.A.N.G bobbed his head backwards as his broken glasses shattered into his nose and face. Then, Chun Li put her palms together and extended it outwards as bursts of blue, ethereal energy pulsed from her hands:
"Kikosho!"
His brain suddenly short-circuited, possibly resetting the pain and agony he had been caused, and he fell forward face down on the ground. The massive blue orb of light had encompassed everything, forcing power down his weakened body as boxes of contraband broke apart under her power. Soon, the energy force field disappeared and F.A.N.G was down for the count.
Chun Li approached his pitiful cries of pain as F.A.N.G wondered if his master would bail him out of the ruthless African jails he was now destined for. Blood soaked his lips and nose as he finally passed out on the cold, hard dirt.
The female fighter took quick stock of the fight, seeing that the Interpol agents had finally conquered the two gangs. Smiling at herself, she quickly said a prayer to her father in the afterlife as she clasped her hands together.
"Father, I'm one step closer. Please watch over me. I will face Bison soon enough and avenge you."
Chun Li had sensed this would all go accordingly to plan. While her veteran agents scoffed at tailing some African pirate across the continent, she just knew he was the key. Seeing Auni's collapsed body being shoved in a car made her all the more satisfied.
It was so obvious Shadaloo would sell to African pirates. They were the ones who got them to the places they needed to go: Mexico, Brazil, China…
And F.A.N.G was so deeply enamored with the mysterious leader that he would have jumped at the chance to oversee such a deal to prove his worth. She didn't know how it wasn't so insanely obvious to everyone around here.
The important thing was, F.A.N.G was captured and he, along with the others, will be tried and convicted. Even put to death. Feeling satisfied, Chun Li felt a cool salty breeze on her face which she thought was perhaps her late father's kiss.
"Thank you for being proud of me, Father." She softly said before getting back at cleaning the mess up. Chun Li needed F.A.N.G on a plane back to China before the corrupt Kenyan police tried to get their hands on him.
Two days later, in dark jungles of Thailand, the shadowy figure known as Lord M. Bison was listening to his sergeant's reports. Apparently, Shadaloo just got fucked out of several hundred million dollars and Bison was very interested in the debacle from beginning to end. Recorded documents from his underworld contacts, ranging from New Zealand to Iceland, had been tittering about the big screw up like it was entertainment news.
If there was one thing Bison didn't like, it was being made a fool of. Even worse, being made to look like he couldn't handle a shitstain police force like Interpol. So after Bison murdered and decorated his new summer villa with the intestines of many, many people who had been involved in this botched sale, he calmed down enough to listen to Ashida's oral report.
"And where is F.A.N.G now?" Bison finally said something, knowing that his sergeant was probably trying not to piss himself, "Aside from being up his own ass."
"In prison, sir. Awaiting trial. We don't know which one." Ashida said, swallowing, "Interpol has been keeping his location secret."
Bison grunted a bit. Sure, F.A.N.G was unbearable in his adoration of Bison and bastard to everyone else but the man had gotten the job done. This time, however, he had let his pride and ego get the best of him. So Bison wasn't quite keen on springing him out of his canary's cage just yet.
With Sagat gone and his other two commanders Barlog and Vega, being completely out of their league for the work, meant Bison had an open position that nobody could fill. Stressed now, Bison leaned back in his chair. He couldn't think of that right now.
"Who was the lead officer in the investigation?" Bison asked, his tongue running across his cheek. Ashida handed him another report, which the Shadaloo Master groaned. His whole fucking life was reports.
"Her name is Ch-"
"Her?" Bison interrupted, "You're telling me I was robbed of millions because of a woman?"
"Y-yes, sir," Ashida nodded, his face blue with fright, "Detective Chun Li Xiang. She had been working for Interpol since she was 19. Her father, Dorai, was the Captain of Hong Kong Vice Squad. He would have been police chief but…"
"But what?" Bison snatched the report, opening it. Inside was a picture of a full length Chun Li as she watched the arrests unfold. Her proud smile and demeanor had exacerbated his anger quite significantly.
"Well. You killed him." His sergeant meekly said. The Psychic Fighter rolled his eyes a bit. Every goddamn day, he heard something like that. He killed someone's kid. He killed someone's parent. He killed a beloved family dog. Eventually, people were going to start blaming him for killing goldfish and ant farms too.
He flipped idly through the papers, seeing her fight unfold before him against his ex-second in command. Chun Li's muscles were pulsating with technique and power, something that Bison admittedly hadn't really seen in women before. Her heel had curved upwards, making him squirm a bit in his seat as the long, swift legs skillfully knocked her opponent back.
"If she was an Interpol agent at 19," Bison said, "That's remarkable. Isn't their age 25?"
"Yes, sir." Ashida confirmed, "She scored the highest on all the aptitude tests. Police academy. Academically, she graduated college at seventeen. Before she was admitted to Interpol, she had brought down a local meth ringleader in New York."
A twinge of arousal started to fill Bison's crotch area. His eyes studied her defined hip lines and her large bosom. This detective's body was a masterpiece of athleticism and beauty. A slow burn of erection started to grow upon him.
"She scored sixth in an international shooting tournament." Bison commented, "As a walk-on. No professional league supporting her."
"Yes. Yes, sir." His soldier said, "Sir, do you want to know about the collateral damage or…?"
"I'm sure I can read about it in these fucking library of reports on my desk," He interrupted calmly, "Tell me more about Little Miss Narcotics Officer. I'm intrigued."
"I don't have much else, sir. She's been observed as a ki user, just like we observed in other fighters. Detective Xiang has no other family that we can use against her. She hardly has friends that are close enough to trigger her. Her only family member...er, died." Ashida said uneasily, "We can find out more."
"Do so." Bison didn't break his stare on her face, "Get me everything."
Ashida bowed again, sweat colliding on his brow with his anxiety. Bison didn't seem to notice or care, fixated on his now revealed target. Her lips were stained light pink with traces of lipstick, showing femininity in her work when he was so used to buff, overcompensating men. He wondered, briefly, what it was like to kiss her on the mouth. Soft, maybe even sweet…
"She's something else, isn't she?" Ashida tried to make some light to offload the burden of the room, "Pretty, talented, and very driven to...uh, murder you."
"She's certainly something else," Bison remarked, seeing the image of the Interpol fighter kicking F.A.N.G in the face, "She's both intriguing and a massive pain in the ass."
"Sir," Ashida bowed, "Shall I send the Dolls after her?"
"Unless it ends in a lesbian orgy, no." The Shadaloo leader flatly rejected, setting her picture on his desk away from the other paper piles, "If it can be done, I want it on tape and in a professional lighting area."
The face of his lower subordinate was clearly treading on thin threads after Bison's flagrant response which made the powerful boss gesture dismissively.
"Go on, Ashida. I will handle Little Miss Narcotics Officer." Bison said after beat, somewhat exhausted at looking at the sergeant's shocked look. Ashida took leave and left the mighty warrior to his thoughts.
Taking a seat in his desk chair, Bison pondered over every inch of the one called Chun Li. It was clear she was a mix of Chinese and American attributes, having slightly rounder eyes and a much more defined jaw. But he couldn't help but stare at her perfect mixture of genetics and physical training, accentuating her beauty and strength in every line that generated her character. Most Asian women that Bison had intimately known, either by their consent or by force, didn't look like her. He had never quite seen such a natural beauty like Chun Li.
Her leg muscles were nothing to scoff at, curving and whipping around her bones like paint strokes on a canvas. While Bison could tell her pantyhose was sheer and opaque, it was obvious her skin must feel like warm butter on a hot day from the way the fabric stretched across her frame.
"What a pretty girl you are, Miss Little Narcotics Officer," Bison quietly told the picture, "It'd be a pity to put such a body six feet under the ground. Even I would weep for the world losing such a magnificent fighter."
He briefly wondered if it was true and he did kill her father. If so, Bison should have saved that man's sperm and created a whole slew of gorgeous women to gift the world. That would have paid up his heinous karma he inflicted on society. Alas, it was just Chun Li Xiang who was a rather dedicated young woman in pursuit of justice.
Unbuckling his pants, Bison pulled out his erect cock that had been aching since he first laid eyes on her photograph. His foreskin had already pulled back completely, rearing an angry red head.
He could imagine his hands running over her legs, sliding his fingertips across the accented curves of her hips. Bison would grab her panties in his fist and tear them completely off as she laid broken at his feet. His thick masculine rod wouldn't even wait any longer as he dove into her prized flesh and fuck her raw with power.
Slowly, Bison ran his hand over his powerful sex organ, pumping it as he pictured her writhing under his body. Slamming his hips into her tight little pussy as he forced her panties down her throat, gagging her until her mascara ran down her face. Bison could take her pantyhose and choke her with it until she learned how to beg like a good girl.
Her pussy would conform to his cock size, pummeled and fucked thoroughly. But that little flesh cavern would be his hole to mess up and Bison could fuck her ten times afterwards and it would still fit him like a glove. His cum would fill her stretched hole quickly as her unprotected womb would become overwhelmed with the sheer volume he produced. Chun Li would cry and fight and beg at first, as all dignified women do, but eventually, she would give into his power and lay there to be used like the little cum deposit she was.
His mind ran with the idea like a sprinter: her womanhood would be his. Her body would be his. Her mind and soul and strength would be all built up for him. Chun Li wouldn't be the perfect and talented Interpol agent; she'd be his property then.
Bison grunted as he rubbed faster and faster, feeling his cock eagerly fantasizing about her downfall. He'd humiliate her further; making her orgasm as she was being assaulted just to remind her that women would always fall from their lofty pedestals. Bison would cram his dick down her throat and force her swallow every fluid that shot her way. Even her cute little ass wouldn't be spared; he'd make her spank herself as he took her dirty secret and when he was done, he'd put a airtight plug in there so she could feel her intestines swell with his seed all day along.
"Come on, Little Miss Narcotics Officer…" He huffed as his palm was choking out the head of his cock, "Fight me. Your orgasms feel better when you fight me. They're tighter!"
A bright, tainted, purple energy started to surround him as he continued to abuse himself, elevating his arousal to new heights. His dick began to engorge a bit more as it added another two inches to his girth. His testes started to mix his power within his scrotum, combining his internal and external life source.
This little Interpol bitch, hanging from his ceiling with her legs spread out and her breasts tied up. Her fertile pussy dripping with eagerness, with thick and clear streams of cervical fluid enticingly hanging out, but the poor girl would have no idea as her thick blindfold would prevent her from seeing her wanton self. Bison would fill up every inch of her body, taunting her with unwanted pregnancy as she screamed and begged not to cum inside of her. He would, of course, and she would hang there and feel his seed drip out onto the floor.
She would vainly attempt to push his cum out but he'd just shove himself back in, fucking her slick walls until she surrendered completely.
The long tendrils of his power started to move across the floor and burn into the hardwood in front of him.
"Just give in, you fucking prude," Bison groaned out in perversion, "Fuck! Break under my cock, you brat! Make that little cry of pain again, it turns me the fuck on!"
A new image arose in his brain: Chun Li with her legs spread apart and her fingers stretching to show Bison that his seed was leaking out of her. She had this odd look on her face, like she had just won a million dollars.
"Daddy, I think you really got me pregnant this time. You were nice and backed up...did you miss me, Master?"
His cock spurted his seed all over her picture, making Bison heave a heavy exhalation of air as he continued to ejaculate.
"Fuck me however you want, Master. I'm your slave. I want to serve you. I want to be broken by you. I want to kneel before you."
His hand was drenched in his cum, staining his desk and papers as his final result kept pouring out of him. The hard strokes of his Psycho Power began to burn his mind a little, coaxing him into more and more completion. Chun Li's image felt so real now that he thought she was sitting before him on his desk with her fingers teasing out his seed.
"Master...I love you so much. The world is all yours and I was created for your world. Thank you for making me see."
Finally, Bison felt his cock become drained. He took several minutes of quiet decompression before he took his handkerchief to clean himself off. His desk and work was ruined, at this point, as well as Chun Li's picture so it would have to be replaced.
Finding some strength in his knees, Bison got up from his chair. He hadn't cum like that since... maybe he was a teenage boy? Probably attaining his first pornography magazine from a street rat and seeing what was so great about American September…
He leaned against the wall to catch his breath as his aftermath still tingled in his groin. Bison found himself staring at an original painting of Caravaggio that sat above his entryway. It was a nativity scene of the supposed Christ Child, surrounded by his mother, Mary, four men, and an angel. While he couldn't quite remember how he acquired it, Bison knew the painting was worth having.
He never really looked at it before; rich people just acquired expensive artwork as a prop. But Bison couldn't help but stare at the Holy Madonna as if he gained an appreciation for her painted, relaxed pose. The dictator wasn't religious in the least but it struck him that a young girl took a massive undertaking in bringing in this alleged 'Son of God' business without question. Obedient, subservient, and motherly…
After a pause, Bison looked at his floor. He saw deep, dark burns in the floor that etched out his sexual fantasies of the Interpol detective. Detailed imagery of her body, face, and pleasure deeply wove itself as if someone had done wood burning art.
In the middle of all the violent yet beautifully charged sexual imagery, Chun Li was naked and holding a newborn to her breast as if she was feeding it.
Bison took a second to imbibe the scene before he strode over to his desk and picked up the phone.
"Get me the Hong Kong Narcotics Division. And someone to clean my office."
For weeks afterward, Chun Li felt overwhelmed at the sudden surge of celebrity status in Interpol. She had gotten compliments from the President all the way to the janitor, receiving gift baskets from expensive wines to blocks of cheap cheese. Agents had gushed over her prowess, her investigation skills, and her ability to take down M. Bison's number two man.
However, she admittedly let it get to her head a bit. Chun Li had worked hard for years. She had protested every obstacle in Shadaloo's case to every ear that could listen and now that she was proven right, suddenly she was the star of the show. Chun Li was unbeatable. Truly, the Strongest Woman in the World had deserved the praise and recognition. Dreams of being Interpol's President had danced through her mind like fairy godmother wishes. After all, it would make sense that if Bison was brought down, Chun Li would attain legendary status throughout the world.
When she was called into the Chief's office, the talented officer expected another slew of love and praise. Settling in a chair she fondly thought of as her princess throne by now, Chun Li awaited another letter of congratulations.
"Agent Xiang," The Chief started, "They requested you in Hong Kong."
Business it was then. Somewhat disappointed, she fluttered her eyelashes a bit. However, she pulled herself together.
"For?" Chun Li inquired, "Another lead?"
"Yes. We received word from our undercover intel that another massive brokering of weapons and drugs is about to take place in Central Hong Kong. Possibly to cover the extravagant cost that Shadaloo lost on the F.A.N.G deal." Chief answered, "They're selling to 14K."
"14K?" Chun Li repeated with some incredulous tone, "But 14K has always been rivals to Shadaloo territory. Bison must be desperate to get his money back and unload his unusable merchandise…"
"Exactly. We could nail the second largest Triad in Hong Kong and Shadaloo in two swoops." He excitedly said, clearly seeing recognition and power in his future as Chief, "That's why they requested you. You called the first operation well. Now we may be able to nail the coffin of two international gangs and weaken them even further!"
Chun Li smiled, clearly eating up her egotistical thoughts like candy. Three massive arrests on her career path and she wasn't even 30 yet? She's going to have a holiday named after her. Children would put on plays about her life. There would even be a movie about her and…
"Agent Xiang?" The Chief interrupted her thoughts. She quickly shook her head of her fantastical thoughts.
"Yes. I'll go. May I have the reports to review?"
In Thailand, Bison had dozens of reports on his newly refurbished desk. He had kicked his feet up on the edge and leaned back, finishing up the last of the papers.
They were all about Detective Chun Li Xiang. Career arrests, academic transcripts, personal social media data, combat data research, even her diet log of what she had in her fridge right now. Bison had her medical history from birth to influenza shots as well.
Through the Shadaloo C.R.I, he had acquired enough research on her skills. Her kick had registered at 2800 lbs of force, almost supernatural at that point. While her punches lacked the authority as her legs do, registering at a mere 1000 lbs, it still could knock out a human male at his height.
However, her signature Lightning Kicks were something else entirely. At 1000 kicks per second, her muscle groups would push out a whooping 34000 lbs of force at the head, neck, and abdomen. It would be able to snap a grizzly's head right off. While the kicks would take most of her energy, the kicks would end a match right there.
Chun Li's other move, the Spinning Bird Kick, had enough lift to hold (and propel forward) a fully muscled out woman so her power was, at peak, 2500 lbs. While the numbers were unimpressive on paper, the Newton's third law of motion would argue hell that the gravity defying kick would force the target to have the same kind of reaction to the internal organs from the equal and opposite force. Since her kicks would aim for the stomach, it's possible she could rupture a man into a slow bleeding death.
Bison's notepad was covered in mathematical formulas he had done himself, ranging from Pascals to Newtons to Slug, but there was one thing he didn't have yet. Emblazoned in a color photograph was her Kikoken and Kikosho.
For the life of him, he couldn't figure out her ki power. He knew it was strong, albeit shorter compared to the other fighters he had been viewing, but the power enveloped the space she was in. But was it a weak little net of energy or a burning, passionate one?
His phone line rang. Setting down his last report, Bison pressed the button as his Hong Kong conspirator came on the screen.
"Lord Bison," A thick, Chinese accent came through, "She accepted the investigation."
"Outstanding." Bison answered, taking his coffee to his lips, "Make sure she's accommodated well. I want her well rested and in fighting fit for the operations. No late night partying, alcohol, or drugs to mess up my tests. And do make sure she's drinking her special blend of tea."
"Yes, Lord Bison," The conspirator bowed his head, "We have her set up in a hotel for the time being. Three days worth before the event takes place. We've also given her all the reports you requested."
The Master of Deceit smiled a bit, "Including mine?"
"Yes, Lord Bison. Including yours. Tucked in the pages like you asked." His cohort answered, "But...why would you want her to have it?"
"I want her to read it." Bison answered lazily, his words a bit drawn like leather over a canvas, "Oh. Before I forget. Make sure she wears that delightful little dress. The blue one."
The man blinked, "Sir?"
"Just my personal preference. That's all." He then hung up the phone, finishing off his cup of coffee. Bison then picked up a picture of his lovely target, rubbing his thumb over her face. He pondered ruining his desk again but he decided he could wait a little longer to relish his victory.
"Little Miss Narcotics Officer," He said in a slight sing-song voice, "You're going to be such a sight for eyes when I start seeing you everyday, crushed under my boot heel. I'm going to make you lick your dignity off the soles of my feet."
In Hong Kong, Chun Li found herself being catered to like a high profile movie star. The Vice Squad detectives were shoving pastries and tea in her face as well as compliments. She first found it a bit embarrassing but gradually warmed up to it.
"Honey and lemon tea, Detective Xiang," Captain Daro stated, handing her a porcelain cup, "Now, these are all the reports we have on the deal that is going on tonight. Our agents sacrificed a lot for these…"
Chun Li lightly sipped her tea. For some reason, her tongue tasted a faint metallic odor but she assumed it was just sub-par kitchen items that all police departments had. She flipped open the folder and saw dozens of photographs of 14K and Shadaloo agents talking. Money being passed. It was clear Bison was making friends out of enemies rather quickly.
"It's a fast deal," She noted, setting her cup down, "They're already passing agreements around. He really wants to unload this. He might try to unload it all in a single night…"
"Right. This could be the biggest bust in global history." Daro said, "What you busted before was just a small fraction of what they were actually selling. You might bring them down on this bust alone."
Images of Bison broke and penniless, withering away in prison or in the electric chair, flooded her mind. This might be the break she had been looking for. The opportunity to put her father's spirit to rest. Chun Li flipped a page and saw a list of drugs and weapons that were suspected to be sold.
"I need to go over these in private if you don't mind," Chun Li requested, skimming the report, "Do we know who of Shadaloo is brokering this deal since F.A.N.G has been arrested?"
"No, unfortunately not. There's quite a void in Shadaloo's upper echelon. Undoubtedly, Bison most likely passed this off to his lower commanders." Daro answered, "Detective, for secrecy purposes, we will have to escort and guard your hotel room. These documents are confidential."
"I understand," Her eyelashes flitted to the bottom of the suspected contraband before seeing an elegant signature, "This is Bison's signature."
"Right. It is." Daro seemed surprised, "Have you never seen it before?"
"Not an original…" She murmured, touching the ink. It smeared slightly on her forefinger, indicating it was signed by him only, "I've only seen traces of it in scanned copies."
In that moment, that was the closest Chun Li had ever gotten to the mysterious Shadaloo leader. She never had seen him in person, never spoke to him...only hidden behind screens and blurry photographs that made the Loch Ness Monster look more real that M. Bison. But in her hands right now, there was Bison's ink that came from a pen in Bison's office that sat in his hand as he scribbled out his name on a document.
Chun Li was so close to getting him. Her bones could feel the surge of excitement.
"You should finish your tea and get some rest. The bust happens in two days, Detective." Daro suggested.
Across the landscape of the city, Bison himself arrived in Hong Kong. Three Shadaloo agents were waiting for him at the end of the jet runway.
"Lord Bison," One agent bowed, "Detective Chun Li is currently at her hotel room. Three guards of Hong Kong Vice Squad posted at her door. No other way in or out."
"Excellent." Bison said, walking steadily towards his waiting car, "Has the nanotechnology taken effect yet?"
"Yes, sir, she drank the entire cup. We retrieved it to confirm it." The agent stated, pulling up a screen on his tablet that showed the vitals of Chun Li, including heart rate and brain synapses, "The nanorobots have already entered the bloodstream. It will keep record of her body for a week."
Bison took the tablet, tapping it lightly with his finger. All the systems appeared normal enough.
"Any side effects?" He questioned.
"No, sir. Well," The agent then changed his mind, "There's one…"
"Is there one or not one, agent? I hate guessing games." He interrupted shortly, "I don't have time for doubts or inconsistencies."
"It's just...hard to classify if it is a side effect, my lord." The agent stammered a bit, "The nanotechnology flows with the blood and when it activates the body signatures, it can get a little bit warmer in certain vulnerable areas. Just a degree or so warmer. In men, it's not a big deal except it kills off any sperm production. In women, however…"
Bison suddenly understood, as if it was presented to him on a silver platter, "It makes the detective more aroused."
"Yes. The body…" The agent was cut short before Bison ignored him completely, getting into his town car. In moments, the door slammed shut and he left the agent mid-sentence with his mouth open. The other two agents sort of stared at their point man before shrugging it off.
Inside the car, Bison studied the vitals. His curiosity and pent-up sexual need was getting the better of him. Here, he had an inside look at his newest obsession in a much more personal way. He could, on record, know what made her tick.
So wouldn't it an interesting experiment to see her at her highest sexual pleasure? He fiddled around with the menus and found them lacking in actual guarantee. The nanorobots were there to record, not control, so he couldn't make her sufficiently needy.
Pondering his options, Bison picked up the phone and dialed a number.
In her hotel room, Chun Li was snacking on some fruit that was brought up to her. Laying on her back and pouring over the papers, she perused carefully through the files. Numbers and numbers on top of each other, crime scenes linked to Shadaloo…
However, something tucked in fell out of the bind of the folder. Carefully picking it up, Chun Li noticed it was a single white, crisp sheet of paper: M. BISON, SHADALOO LEADER.
Megalomaniac
Sociopathic
Delusions of grandeur
The man known as M. Bison is considered highly dangerous. Proceed with extreme caution.
It has been observed that he is a user of something called Psycho Power. The source or use is unknown but highly dangerous and often fatal to victims. Restraints cannot hold him and walls of any material cannot keep him. Death is the only option.
His ethnicity is unknown but some reports of him being Thai, Russian, or Japanese have surfaced. Could be mixed parentage. There are no academic reports but he is considered genius level intellect and skill. Most of Shadaloo's technology is of his own design.
The only thing known for certain is his predilection for women, often ranging ages between 16-32. His bodyguards, known as the Dolls, are all female. Bison is often seen in company of attractive women. Attached is a transcript from a recorded CIA line.
Chun Li turned the page over. It was a phone conversation with two people: M. BISON, labeled with an asterisk stating it was thought to be him, and SUSPECT. Taped was a small playback recorder. Peeling it off, she clicked "Play" and read along with the transcribed script:
SUSPECT: Lord Bison, the flight is ready for you.
The suspect sounded like a German speaker but Chun Li couldn't really be sure. The noise was muffled. Maybe from an airport?
There sounded like shuffling a bit on the line.
M. BISON: Delay the flight two hours.
Chun Li heard the clear, cool, and arrogant voice of her target. There was soft mumbling on his line. Was someone talking to him? The tap wasn't very good at this.
SUSPECT: Sir…? The Yugoslavia poli-
A feminine cry. It sounded like Bison had smacked her on the face hard too and Chun Li heard quiet whimpering. The phone appeared to have been put down and the other man's controlled breathing was heard. Then she heard Bison's low, fierce commands in the background:
M. BISON: Master is talking, you little slut. Shut your fucking mouth. Or I'm going to shove my dick inside your throat to make you shut up. Look at me. Look at me, slave. Look at me, slave. There. Hush. Your little whore body is mine and I'll fuck you when I please. You don't get a say in when I get to fuck you; you just spread your wet, whore pussy for me and take my cock. That's all you want, isn't it? Taking cock? All you're fucking good for is taking cock of powerful men.
Chun Li felt her face grow hot as she heard rustling again. Unintentionally, she started to feel a little aroused at the mental image of two people fucking in a bed secretly. How Bison didn't care that his agent heard him.
M. Bison: Ah. I'm busy. Delay the flight. That's an order.
SUSPECT: Yes, sir.
The suspect's line went off and Chun Li heard a soft yelp from the hidden woman on Bison's line. His tone was low and dark, almost predatory and dominating in a way she never thought to imagine:
M. Bison: Attagirl.
The tape stopped. Chun Li fumbled a bit and hit repeat for the last two seconds.
Attagirl.
Her pussy soon became wet with the phrase. The sexual undertones of a predator devouring the prey. Praising her obedience. Embarrassed, she quickly tore off her pants before the evidence could leak onto that as well.
Chun Li would never admit it to anyone but she was virgin. At her age! She just never found someone that made her want to give it all up before marriage. Her father was very traditional in that sense and the investigation took so much of her time…
As all virgins, she masturbated frequently. Touching herself with her fingers. Watching porn. But never inserting a toy or dildo as it was too humiliating for a woman of her stature. Being seen like that would cause her grief and torment from onlookers.
Out of nowhere, she heard banging from below. Fearing the worst, she grabbed her gun but realized the banging must be coming from the room below. Maybe they were moving furniture for cleaning. Settling down, she tried to dry her natural lubricants off before she heard loud moaning.
Annoyed now, Chun Li pressed her ear to the floor. Cheap carpeting and cheap materials made it easier to figure out that some happy couple was underneath her room. Loud, too. Chun Li realized her floor had interlocking vents so the vent that was on her floor to circulate the air was also connected to the ceiling vent of their room.
What sort of terrible engineer thought of that? A gas leak could kill floors of this hotel. Shaking her head, she thought it was perhaps the Chinese government finding easier ways to spy on people. Using a spoon as a lever, she pulled up her vent and saw directly into the room beneath her.
The bed was in full focus and two people, one muscular blonde man and one beautiful Asian woman, was fucking like rabbits. Nothing was being hidden or obscured; his full backside was in view as he fucked his lover.
Chun Li's pussy just sprang into action. Feeling hot and bothered, she slipped her hand in the band of her underwear and started to watch the couple go at it.
"Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!" The woman cried out, "Yes!"
"I'll fuck you, baby. Don't worry. Goddamn, you're so tight!" The man grunted, "Come on. Get up. Ride Daddy's dick."
The woman happily sat on top, bouncing away as he grabbed her small breasts. Chun Li instinctively touched her nipples, feeling them hard. Laying completely on the floor, she started to hump the carpet she so callously referred to as cheap before.
"Your cock is so good! Cum inside me, please…" The woman begged, "Daddy! Fuck me, Daddy!"
Chun Li slicked her fingers over her clit, finding it so much easier to fall into climax. Her body was eagerly wanting more, begging to get fucked up like the woman beneath her. She could practically smell the sex scents that their bodies made. The Interpol detective never watched two people fuck in person before, just regular porn. It felt so dirty.
Before she knew it, she was moaning her own words and rubbing herself hard.
"Fuck…." Her mouth was breathy, "Oh God, I'm so...dirty...ah, don't…"
Her pussy squirted a little, adding fuel to the fire. Chun Li was fucking hot right now. She tore off her shirt and underwear and started using both hands as the couple switched positions again. The woman was doggy style towards the man and he had grabbed her hair, pulling her backwards.
"Like that, slut? You like that?" The man grunted, "Say you like it."
"I like it! I like it!" His fucktoy obeyed, "Yes! Yes! Fuck me hard! Like that! Fuck me like that!"
Chun Li spread her wet lips apart, mimicking the action of a cock going inside of her. Her hair started to come undone as her mouth drooled with need. She wished that he could come up to her room and fuck her next, just like that. Just leave her with his seed on her bed, treating her like a whore…
Her hand reached for the tape recorder again, pressing play. She needed something for her, as if it was speaking directly to her.
Master is talking, you little slut. Shut your fucking mouth. Or I'm going to shove my dick inside your throat to make you shut up.
"Ye-yes…" Chun Li quietly mewled, watching the scene unfold more, "Oh God, wh-why am I…?"
Look at me. Look at me, slave. Look at me, slave. There. Hush. Your little whore body is mine and I'll fuck you when I please.
It was as if Bison's voice was whispering right in her ear, engorging his cock deep in her virgin pussy. The man and woman were going harder at it, grunting like animals in heat. Chun Li couldn't keep still any longer and felt a tremendous orgasm come upon her.
You don't get a say in when I get to fuck you; you just spread your wet, whore pussy for me and take my cock. That's all you want, isn't it? Taking cock? All you're fucking good for is taking cock of powerful men.
She squealed in pleasure, arching her back as her pussy squirted more and more. The fluids accidentally went down the vent, sliding into the room underneath her but Chun Li couldn't give a reason to care. Besides, it didn't appear like the horny couple even noticed her invasive juices dripping on the scene.
Attagirl.
Now back to reality, Chun Li realized what she had done. Scrambling quickly to cover up her voyeuristic crime, she slammed the vent back on and shoved the recording back in the files. Trembling in guilt, she beelined for a cold shower.
In another luxury hotel room, Bison was watching the tablet intensely as his cock ached for release. His manhood must be pissed at him for holding onto it so much. But he got exactly what he wanted: he watched her body cool off in what he assumed was a shower.
The sight was something to behold. He watched the lines fluctuate from low to high in minutes, seeing her own vaginal fluids come out of her body violently. Bison wondered if she ever let any man come near like that.
"Dirty girl, Little Miss Narcotics Officer," Bison chided the screen lightly, seeing the blood flow constrict a bit, "Watching over people fuck like a jealous girl…"
The two he had sent over were Shadaloo agents and damn fine ones at that. Putting on a show like that for a prude little Interpol agent must have been a tough gig. His dick demanded attention, wanting to cum all over the mental image of his police officer masturbating in a dirty little hotel room in secret.
Bison had to wait just a bit longer. She'll be his soon enough.
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