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[psycho_energy]

A collection of stories ranging from a king and his close relationship with his most honorable knight, to an android unit sent to "correct" a fellow android's behavior with his big android dick, all the way up to and including a younger M. Bison's first time!

This is Bison's Babes.


A combination of worldly desire and sheer force of will, teenage Bison was a stud in the midst of coming up with his own style of fighting. The only thing missing was finding the means to remove the goodness buried deep within his own soul. One day this would be rectified, but for now there's a quiet feeling that this man can be trusted. It's an air that he learns to give off well enough to attract others to him, as Bison does not yet have the full on skill required to force others on his side.

A work in progress, as it were.

Still, he has his needs and things he's willing to learn. Which has led the young man to Mamako Oosuki, an older and full-bodied woman that he lived in the general area of. She was hard to miss, what with her flowing brown hair, lovely smile, and incredible curves. Hips you could hold onto forever and an ass you could pound for days. This was before you even got to Mamako's impressive chest and the incredible strain they must put on any bra or piece of clothing.

Yes, she would do well to be Bison's first. His adult cruelty not one hundred percent there, Bison is able to come across as genuine despite the cloud hanging over his head. The sort of feeling one may get from another that is at a crossroads in his life. Sure, Bison has done bad things--absolutely bad things--but he hasn't made the decision that would change his life into a cold and uncaring individual. Perhaps this is the reason he is able to pull Mamako to him.

It starts off simple enough: greetings from the more personable older woman, short responses from the young man. Then it grew to lingering looks that she caught coming from him. His build, the occasional treatment of kindness he gives her, the way he looks at her from time to time. Maybe all of this helped in bringing him into the middle of Mamako's living room.

Or maybe she wanted to fuck the neighborhood stud, which M. Bison most certainly was. He just needs her guidance, and he stands there open to her every word and direction. Which is why he comes to Mamako's room when she calls for him...


On the edge of a lake 2B falls. Her weapons drop along with her. The android's pod falls alongside her, unable to move or register a response. Just before then he alerted her to someone attempting to upload the virus. His last words to his companion are that he can do nothing to stop it. After that, her system is swiftly attacked, rendering her weaponless and even destroying her most of 2B's outfit in an explosion that leaves her weak and barely able to move.

Wearing nothing but the thong singlet(?) she wore underneath everything, 2B gets a look at a figure approaching her. The likely assailant confirms his identity as the being that uploaded the virus. Looking past her to a cabin that sits on a nearby hill, the figure picks 2B up and slings over his shoulder. "Unit 2B, you have been absent for too long. Assuming a glitch in your system to be the cause, I have uploaded a virus to ensure that you will not bring me any harm."

Reaching the cabin, the figure slings open the door and approaches the bed. Were he programmed to appreciate all of this, he would compliment the intimacy of this little building as well as the fact that it has survived for so long in all of..this. Instead he deposits 2B onto the mattress, her body rolling onto its side, her back facing him. No, he was programmed to appreciate far better looking things than some wooden building.

They made her well. The figure smiles and resumes speaking. "I am unit Bison, number sixty-nine. I am programmed to apprehend AWOL female units, fix their glitch, and send them back to base happy and in line with their given orders. The virus I uploaded in you will enhance your pleasure receptors while dulling your pain so that you can handle my endowed unit in each notable orifice you possess." Taking note that 2B is trying to move on the mattress, Bison removes his own clothing with ease, revealing a muscular build and an absolute unit as well.

"You can move all you want. I have been programmed to find your weak attempts at motion arousing." Bison approaches the bed and joins 2B, tearing away the last bit of clothing she wore. He let's her fall onto her back, breasts giving an enticing bounce. The unit licks his lips and reaches down to fondle one of the pale, round mounds. It gives no resistance, instead being worked with ease by 2B's assailant.

"You're well made." He compliments, sitting beside 2B, his pupil-less gaze taking in the sight of her nude form.


To function properly, a kingdom needs many a resource at his disposal. While many are based in economics and numbers, no kingdom is complete without a proper defense. No king is truly safe without a capable bodyguard. Enter Erza, a young up and coming member of the king's forces. Seventeen with a wit as sharp as her sword, the redhead shot up King Bison's ranks with alarming speed. Her focus was enough to worry even the strongest of wills about a possible uprising or betrayal, but the king never once got that feeling from the young Erza.

No, she has only ever displayed utter and complete loyalty to the man. Often she carried herself with pride and oozed confidence, only ever bending her knee to her king. Open to learning and often sure of her choices, Erza impressed her king quickly enough that she could be seen at his side more than most, rivaling the king's officials and even giving the king advice every now and again when he sought it.

It's this trust that sees Bison accepting Erza's request to meet with him in the dead of night a week after news breaks out in whispers that the queen is barren and can sire no children for the powerful leader. As such, his chambers were empty, the queen living within the castle walls and quite comfortably, but on the other side of the property. She didn't want to hear the cries of pleasure from other women that she similarly knew and enjoyed.

One notable difference to Bison is that Erza is out of her armor. A show of vulnerability and trust on her end, perhaps? He nods in greeting towards Erza when she drops to her knee in respect, bidding her to rise to her feet. Even with her armor on, Erza's body was difficult to hide, but now it looked to be on full display: the strings off her cloth top strain against the swell of her pale breasts, her pants clinging to those soft and likely toned legs. Standing there with the moon shining through to cast light in Bison's chambers, the young woman could be mistaken for some sort of Goddess.

Something to be worshiped. Yet she fidgets. Looks nervous, even. "Speak your words, girl." So commands her king.


"Struggling is useless." The large business man assures poor Satsuki. Leading what she thought to be an average takeover of someone else's business has turned into something much worse for the young woman. Instead this man has overwhelmed her with abilities she never knew he possessed, only to be collared and chained, with the big bastard holding the chain and told that her mother set this up! The only thing this man required was her daughter, and she obliged him of his request!

With Satsuki naked as the day she was born, Bison looks down at her with a wicked grin on his face. Her wrists are bound behind her back, Bison pushing the girl roughly against the table so that she ends up in a bent over position, her ass on display. "I went through a lot to make sure this deal was successful. So I'll be sure to have my fill of you, girl." Bison starts things off with a simple swat right across both of Satsuki's pale cheeks.


Noel did what many in the force thought impossible: she had M. Bison, an old foe of her father's, put away. So then why was she at the prison demanding to see the man she put away a few months later? Well, it came to her attention that this horrible excuse for a human being was being given the good life, even in the cold walls of prison!

So the warden and guards would need to forgive the petite blonde for throwing one helluva fit upon her arrival. Showing Noel the way to Bison seems like the right call, but Noel was trusting far too many of the wrong individuals for all of this. It's a shame for her, yet she brings it on herself by underestimating the reach of the powerful M. Bison. Nothing seems out of sorts even when she steps into his wing of the prison.

That's essentially what it boils down to: his own slice of the prison itself! So angered by this is Noel that she doesn't notice one of the guards slipping behind her until it's too late. A clubbing blow renders Noel unconscious. When she wakes later, it's to the feeling of something warm, hard, and heavy slapping her across the face. Opening her eyes reveals this thing to be a cock--and a mighty big one at that. She's sure to struggle or try to push away, but can't, thanks to her hands being cuffed behind her back. Not that she may be able to anyway, what with Bison's free hand tangled in the girl's blonde locks to ensure she gets nothing but a near face full of hard dick.

Looking up enough will reveal this incredible appendage to belong to none other than--!


Good or bad, ninjas gotta ninja. For Sheena Fujibayashi, this is being done for the greater good. The possibility of securing damaging information on a supposedly good man. A charitable businessman on the surface, Sheena felt something..off about the man known as M. Bison. Women in the man's various programs often went missing, or seemed to be excused away. Proof of some kind was always on Bison's side, deep in her gut, Sheena knew better than to believe what this guy sent out to the press.

She just needed to find it. So when a female reporter comes to Sheena in confidence claiming that Bison did a number of terrible things to her and others, the ninja jumps on the chance to turn wrong into right. That is what brought her to one of Bison's off-the-grid properties. Thankful to the reporter for pointing her out to an unknown and secluded place, Sheena finds herself slipping in with relative ease thanks to another helpful hint provided by the reporter: Bison had a thing for beautiful women and full curved figures.

Sheena had both to spare, and so posed as a maid joining the ranks of the others that took care of this place. For a couple days she searches around with no such luck until deciding to look into the man's personal chambers. The reporter assured her the likelihood of running into the man was slim to none. Not the type to outright fear another, Sheena did not underestimate her potential enemy so completely as to be foolish. Another thing M. Bison was known for was his own series of dojos around the world that taught a variety of martial arts to any who sought them out. Even with this, there was news out there among the populace that M. Bison came up with his own type of fighting style.

One he shares with no other.

So caution was the best way to go, obviously. Still, all the caution in the world doesn't prepare her being caught trying to crack the businessman's safe. It's more like an ambush really, as the moment she cracks the safe open, a burst of powerful energy hits the poor ninja maid square in the back. Sheena makes a weak turn around just in time to see a looming figure strike her in the gut.

Sheena's world goes black. When she wakes once more, Sheena finds that she is on a plane. Worse than that, the reporter is there to greet her! It's then revealed that this was all a set-up, the reporter being one of the women that Bison "opened the eyes of"--the woman's own words. Suitably angered by this revelation, Sheena makes an attempt to get out and lay this bitch out--only to find that she can't. Getting a better look at her surroundings reveals that Sheena isn't just bent over because she's a little weak, but because her hands have been bound to a metal post.

Trying to rise to her feet does nothing but put the ninja in a bent position, and with her short maid skirt, there's an obvious reason why. "It's all coming together, isn't it, Fujibayashi?" Bison can be heard approaching from behind Sheena, his hand reaching out to cup one of Sheena's soft cheeks under the skirt. Sheena fell for the outfit even down to the lacy, barely-there thong underwear she wore. She can feel each inch of Bison's rough, strong hand fondling her ass like it belonged to him.

Like she belonged to him now. "I'm going to fuck you thousands of miles in the air. No one will hear your cries except for my men..and my women." The reporter blushing and bows, thanking M. Bison for the glory he bestows upon her. Then she leaves to wait elsewhere, stating that she looks forward to hearing Sheena squeal like a whore.


A pair of powerful beings trade blows to one another, energy flashing as a heroine looks to fell a villain. A villain that once blackmailed the heroine by having her trade a night of fucking her how he pleased with the promised safety of others. This alone would be enough to anger the heroine. Only to see these people wind up dead and in the news weeks later sealed the villain's fate. The things he did to her!

What he made her do to him! He defiled her in ways she didn't think another could or ever would. The outfits, the collar, the whips. What he put inside of her, how he stretched her. It all pushes the heroine to seek the villain out, leading to her attacking the man and putting him on the ropes, so to speak. The villain is caught off guard by her sudden appearance, she's landing hard, powerful blows. When she's able to hurt him enough that she can get her hands on his throat--!

Then it all ends, in the sudden. The heroine's rage leaves her blind in it, seeing only red. This allows the villain to defend, take the blows, and wait for an opening. The rage he stirred within the heroine does just that, and the man takes the heroine's wrists and binds them together. Just like that her power leaves the heroine weak and vulnerable. He drops her with a powerful blow, aware that he need not hold back against the heroine. She isn't knocked out, but very much awake.

While still glaring daggers at the villain, she spits his name out with undisguised disgust. Bison is his name. M. Bison. The villain smiles down at the woman and picks her up, throwing her into an SUV that's pulling up. He says her name with much more warmth in it.

"Wonder Woman." He says, closing the door behind them and telling his driver to take them back to base. All the while he pulls Wonder Woman into his lap, positioning her so that her legs rest spread out over his. "Imagine my surprise when I discovered your little weakness." The villain tugs on Wonder Woman's top, watching as a single breast bounces free. Large and heavy, Bison begins to fondle the big tit, knowing he has nothing to worry about any longer.

"At least it isn't a glowing green rock, hm?" He laughs a booming laugh as the SUV speeds down the street.


A file lands beside the body of a leggy, busty blonde teenage girl. Her face is cute but her body is incredible. Her usually nice long hair is disheveled and splayed out. She lays on the bed of a man she doesn't know, waiting to hear what he has to say. Her arrival in this strange place was sudden; almost like the girl was snatched out of thin air.

So she waits, being given permission to sit up if she so chooses. Lucy's keys taken from her, the girl had initially tried resisting this man to no avail. All she got for her trouble was a slap that hurt more than she would have probably liked to admit. So the girl stays where she fell, hoping that them being in this room didn't mean what she thought it meant. "Lucy Heartfilia. Seventeen. Guild: Fairy Tail. There's more information in the file. You can read it if you like." Bison pauses to see if Lucy will accept the offer to see what information has been gathered about her while the big muscular man in the suit continues to speak.

"Second member from this guild to be brought in. Second member from her world to be brought in."


In a fit of jealousy and desire to prove herself to the very man she protects, Kagura seeks out her employer to show him that she is more than just a sword, and plenty useful to him.

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[tiaraandswords]

The question of how lingers at the forefront of her thoughts.

Weakness where as heavily guarded secret as some of her colleague's civilian identities, so how? How had someone like M. Bison managed to get a hold of hers?

Blood running hot, she fights against that which binds her arms. Twisting and pulling, anything in a attempt to get herself free and deal with this twisted man once and for all. She thrashes about in his lap, even more so when he pulls her top down so effortlessly. Under her breath she curses, glares at him with pure contempt. There was no way this could be happening. There was no way she had lost.

"If you know what's good for you, you'll let me go, right now." Her tone is warning, threatening even. Some small part of her hoping he'd give in to her bluff.

[psycho_energy]

"Ah, the fury of the righteous." Bison begins, speaking casually as he fondles her openly in the zooming vehicle. There's a moment where Bison gives pause in his motions long enough to bounce Diana's tit in the palm of his hand.

The motion comes across almost thoughtful. It's most certainly shameful.

"I have so much to tell you. What with our intimate past and picking up where we left off from last time. I feel a strange sort of connection to you." Bison laughs at the last part, unable to keep the deep, malicious sound from escaping him. He felt nothing for Wonder Woman but pure lust.

He would see fit to unleash it upon her akin to last time. "You could kill me now, but I would never be truly gone. I need nothing more than a body to store my soul in. I am eternal." The emphasis on the word is accompanied by a rough pinch to Diana's nipple. This angry beauty in his lap was no normal woman--not even normal by a hero's standard.

She could take rough handling and then some. The thought thrills the villain, so he leans in to whisper, "Eternal." and presses his lips to Wonder Woman's earlobe, giving it a slow kiss.

[tiaraandswords]

Were it not for the tone in his voice, Diana would have assumed he was toying with her.

That a man so twisted and corrupt had unlocked the key to immortality on his own wouldn't be the first time it had happened in her many years of existence. It was all a manner of finding some flaw in the method. But who knows if there was even such a thing in Bison's case. He wouldn't have told her if there was, or he could even be lying to her.

He did enjoy tormenting the poor soul he set his sights on.

The pinch of a nipple, follow by a kiss on her earlobe has her seething on the inside. Part of it being the very action itself, the other in the way her body betrayed her. Those warm, familiar tingles gathering in the pit of her stomach.

She tries to push those feelings away, pinning him with an icy glare. "Just get the point, Bison. I know you didn't kidnap me for no reason."

[psycho_energy]

"Ah, so direct! A woman after my own dark heart. My first step was to see if this weakness of yours was true. After, well..I just want to pick up where we left off. You were in such a hurry to leave after I dropped you off.

Tired, worn out as you were." Bison shifts Diana in his lap with ease, using his knees to spread her legs, either muscular limb draped over the big man's sturdy limbs. While one hand continues to fondle and tease Diana's heavy breast, the other slips between the heroine's legs.

"I am going to push you to sexual exhaustion, but this time you don't get to go home. I will push you over and over again to the brink of unconsciousness. Then I may just let you slip as I still do what I wish with you." He speaks with the same tone he uses when revealing any awesome plan he has--or ridiculous.

"Do you think they'll find you quickly enough? Will you be lavishing attention on me, worshiping my body when they do?" His fingers start to rub between Diana's legs, warming up the tight pussy he previously punished so sweetly so long ago.

[tiaraandswords]

A venomous string of comebacks sit on the tip of her tongue, each one more barbed and seething than the last. There was no affection for this man who seemed to thrive of misery and suffering. Here and now she would tell him how it truly was; that kidnapping her in broad daylight was his worst mistake and that her colleagues wouldn't stand idly by. That despite his confident remarks, he would not be getting away with this scot free.

And then he touches her.

In that single moment, he undoes everything she tried so hard to hold together. Her mind goes blank, her body betrays, and despite herself she cries out. He had done nothing but stroke her with his fingers, yet that had been enough. A part of her remembers how good it felt to be touched by him. How she had come numerous times for him, and with him.

That even though she liked to say out loud that it meant nothing, the sopping wet state of her pussy spoke otherwise.

"You--" She starts, but is cut of soundly by a moan when he strokes along her slit again.

[indecisiveninja]

She curses after the woman's retreating silhouette, thrashing hard against the binds keeping her firmly in place.

It does nothing to stop the reporter, of course, and as the door closes softly behind, Sheena turns herself as best as she can to face the root of the problem; M. Bison.

Turns out, her hunches about him had been right, but there was no sense of victory in her discovery. Everyone need to know the truth, to see this man for what he really was. That the businessman who claimed to love his fellow people was nothing more that cruel and corrupt dictator.

"What was it? Blackmail? Brainwashing? You don't expect me to believe she came to serve you willingly!" There was no way. Whatever 'truth' he had shown the reporter, it had to be nothing but a lie. As an innocent who lost their way, it was Sheena's duty to save them no matter the cost.

[psycho_energy]

"That one?" Bison asks, giving Sheena's cheek a soft pat or two while he tries to remember the reporter. Eventually he has an answer for Sheena that will only serve to horrify the honorable woman.

"I don't remember. I do so many different things to so many different people. For so long!" The thought amuses the man, a chuckle following next as Bison reaches under the skirt to slide Sheena's undergarment down to the back of her knees.

"I have to say: this is the position you belong in." A rustle and up goes the skirt, exposing Sheena's bottom to his eyes and the tight pussy tucked so sweetly between the round, pale cheeks. The things he would do to it today!

Ah, but he's getting ahead of himself a bit. First things first! Punish Sheena for being a bad, bad girl. "You did a poor job dusting." A slapping sound of skin on skin can be heard as Bison strikes those pale cheeks with a firm spank. Then another.

A pause.

And then another!

[indecisiveninja]

If there had been any lingering doubts about Bison's true personality, the dismissive nature of his reply sealed the deal for Sheena.

He was a man rotten down to his very core.

The firm smack of his hand only fuels her burning anger further. She kicks against the restraints, tries to force herself upright. "Who cares about dust?? Get your hands off of me!"

She spits fire, mood not at all helped by the undercurrent of danger that filled the room. Like this she was helpless. Unable to fight back, or protect her honor. She takes a second strike across the ass, the already tiny skirt of her uniform doing practically nothing to cover her.

"It's only a matter of time until the world finds out what your really like! You won't get away with this..!"

[psycho_energy]

"Just because I'm evil doesn't mean I don't enjoy a clean property, Fujibayashi. Speaking of property, I'll be having plenty of fun claiming you as mine."

Another swat, right across the cheeks! Then a little break--that way, the angry sting can fade just enough to make the inevitable next swat that much better.

Soon.

"The red stains your pale flesh like a fine wine." Bison muses, back to fondling that sweet, sweet Sheena bottom.

[indecisiveninja]

Another slap, another shriek follows soon after.

"C-claim me..???" She ignores his comment about property cleanliness. Her attention more so focused on the last bit that hinted at something a bit more darker.

"Like hell you will!" Now she's struggling a bit more. Wiggling herself in an attempt to get free, but only succeeding in putting herself more on display for Bison to see. Her butt lifts off the surface he'd restrain her to, the already short skirt riding up even higher as she continued to move about.

"This...damn....pole!" She cruses, too concerned in mustering all her strength to get it to move, rather than focusing on the fact she was semi-presenting herself to him.

[theandroidsentbyyorha]

It had all happened so quickly. Far too quickly for even 2B herself to act accordingly. One minute her Pod was warning her of internal security breech and the next, she's being carted away by a unit she had never seen before.

In the time it had taken to move her from the lakeside to the cabin, she attempted to contact YorHa. Error messages consisting of connection failures, hardware failures and more flooded her line of sight. Communication channels were blocked and her Pod had been left where he fell. A now useless brick of state-of-the-art wires and microchips. She had to get a hold of herself, had to get out of here before...

The tearing of fabric catches her attention. Suddenly she's on her back, her uniform stripped away and the large, bulky man hovering on top of her. One greedy hand seizes capture of her breast, the almost life-like material of it giving in to the grip of his fingers. Her limbs might not be capable of moving, however it seemed that at least her sensors had been left intact. She felt his 'skin' upon her 'skin'. The rougher texture of it teasing her nipple into an almost harden peek.

"Let go of me." She warns, the last words of Pod ringing in the back of her mind. Unit 2B in danger.

[psycho_energy]

"Unit 2B is in no position to give commands." The Bison unit cups the breast he was fondling and lowers himself onto the bed to join the prone 2B, lips meeting the partially perked nipple. His tongue presses against the nub as his lips close around it, sucking and bringing it to full hardness.

The hand that had been previously tending to 2B's tit slides down the front of the android slowly. Their sensors allow 2B to feel the strength and firm touch of this Bison unit while he enjoys the feeling of 2B's softer 'flesh' underneath his touch.

He smiles when his fingers brush over 2B's stomach and the muscles twitch underneath. An involuntary twitch as his captive likely realizes where this slow, sensual touch will be leading. She gets her answer soon when those strong fingers rub over the android's mound, fingers easing into the tight sex made like that of a human woman's.

Bison's head lifts, and he smiles down at 2B as his fingers start to move. Thick harsh, he starts to rock the android in place, his free hand coming down to wrap fingers around her throat. He doesn't squeeze so much as he holds her in place.

"Squirm for Bison, Unit 2B."

[theandroidsentbyyorha]

Something happened when his tongue touched her body, lavishing across the now too sensitive nipple he had focused on.

A spark forms in her lower abdomen; hotter then anything she had ever felt before. It pulsates in time with his strokes, intensifying when that greedy hand of his wonders. Her body squirms, suddenly ticklish under his touch as it glides lower and lower, until it finds it home between her thighs.

She had seen the texts, watched the video files on the human activity called Sex. She knew what had planned to do next but could not understand how this would help him with his set task. There isn't time for 2B to question or even call out his inappropriate behavior. Without warning, two thick fingers force their way inside of her. The simple act of her lower lips being forced apart setting off all sorts of warnings.

"Wait--!" She starts, but is cut off by the sudden pressure around her throat. At the same time his hand starts to move, aided by the sudden out pour of lubricant from her body. The slick noise of him thrusting into her over and over sounding foreign to her ears. A noise slips past her lips, her body shifting against the mattress as her hips push upward toward his palm.

[psycho_energy]

"While we have plenty of time together, there are a multitude of positions and humiliating amounts of pleasure to give you. I wouldn't worry about what you're feeling. This is meant to be." Bison speaks in that same deep, calm tone while he plays 2B on the mattress as if he had her very specs in his database.

Which is entirely possible, considering.

A grin slowly spreading on Bison's face, he watches 2B moving in his grasp. "You make for an enticing sight, unit 2B. A stand out among us."

[theandroidsentbyyorha]

Unit 2B in danger

The haunting warning of her defunct Pod echoes in her mind. A piece of solid ground the turning storm that made up her present state of mind.

In a few simple touches, the unit called Bison had thrown everything awry. Nothing was functioning properly, her sensors were going off the scale, and she could swear she was starting to overheat despite her internal diagnostics showing green on all fronts.

"How is any of that...supposed to cure me of the virus?" She gasps, even through breathing wasn't necessary to their continued function. It was slow going, but she managed to lift her right hand and latch onto her wrist. Though her grip was no way up to par in prying it off; it simply rested there instead.

All the while her hips continued to move. The leaking of lubricant from the spread lips of her pussy getting worse by the second, and running down her inner thighs in rivers.

[overpoweredmama]

In typical fashion, she greeted him at the door with a smile. Stepping aside to let him entire and making the usual offering of a drink if he was parched, or a snack if he was feeling peckish. It was a kindness afforded to all who visited her, expected or not, but there was a stark difference when it came to this particular young man in question. A sort of motherly urge to take care a soothe such a troubled soul, if one had to put a description to it.

Others strayed away from Bison when he walked the street. Whispering in hushed tones how he was a 'terrible influence' or 'shouldn't be allowed to walk the town'. Mamako had heard it all, but instead of turning her back on him like all the others, she welcomed him with open arms.

It wasn't that she had been particularly close to his family, or anything like that. There was just...something about him that caught her attention. Something that had latched onto her and pulled her in. Earning his trust and getting him to open up, even just a little, had been a tough journey, but they had finally reached a sort of understanding with one another. The type that allowed for personal visits to each other's home on occasion. Like today.

"Come, sit!" Already making herself comfortable on the couch, she pats the empty cushion next to her. A tray filled with his favorite beverage and snack of choice already on the table in front of them. "I thought we should at least make ourselves comfortable before we have our talk."

[psycho_energy]

Bison accepts the offered seat and sits next to the busty brunette. "Thank you, Mamako." Manners were important in a setting like this. Showing respect when it was due--and he saw no reason to be disrespectful to someone like his lovely host.

"You may begin when you wish." In the time that the two have known one another, Bison has always had that deep voice and stern features. It makes plenty of what he says almost seem like an order; qualities of a potential leader.

As for the young man? He begins eating.

[overpoweredmama]

Mamako on the other hand, didn't seem at all bothered by his curt tone.

She waits for him to at least take a few bites of the snacks she prepared, before reaching for her own cup of tea. One because she was feeling a little parched, and to also calm her nerves. When revealing her plans to her small circle of friends, they had all looked to her in concern. His reputation was terrible, they warned. Why on Earth would you even consider starting a relationship with him?

After her second sip from her cup, she sets it back down on the table. Without hesitation she reaches over and takes a hold of the hand closes to her. Her grip firm to call his attention, but gentle enough so that he could pull away if he wanted.

"Bison, dear, I've been thinking." She guides his hand to rest on her lap, turning so that she could face him directly. It had only been a few words, yet her heart was already pounding heavy in her chest. "Lately I've been noticing the way you've been looking at me. You've...probably caught me staring a few times as well. And...it got me thinking that maybe there might be something between us? A...mutual attraction of sorts."

[psycho_energy]

Bison goes along with all of it, allowing Mamako to do with his hand whatever so she wishes. While her words seem measured but hesitant, Bison's own response is one of utmost certainty.

"Absolutely." Why, they both surely knew there was no surprise in Mamako catching the looks of others, but even young Bison was aware of his own strong appearance. Not as beefy as he would come to be, but plenty sturdy and with that air of confidence about him to boot.

"I dream of you often, Mamako. The angel that haunts me with a promise of pleasure I never obtain." His voice is low and measured, but in a very different manner from her own.

[overpoweredmama]

To say she was touched by his words...

Mamako was practically blushing!

With a warm smile, she lifts his hand to her lips and places a kiss upon one of his knuckles. So she hadn't been misunderstanding like she feared! After all, it went without saying that she was well past her prime. The youthful days of her carefree twenties were long behind her, and she had settled in to what she thought was a happy life as a home maker. A life with comfort and little excitement.

And then Bison came along.

"I didn't know you felt that strongly about me." She had it in her head that it was just some passing fancy. That he would find something younger and better to fill his fantasies with. Knowing that didn't seem to be the case, however, it filled her with a new hope.

She slides a bit closer, his hand now lowered to rest with his palm against her breast. The thin fabric of her shirt doing very little to hide that fancy lace bra she might have put on special for his visit. "I know that I'm...a little older then what someone your age could possibly consider a love interest but if you're fine with it, I wouldn't object to exploring some of those feelings with you."

[fearisfreedom]

Was she surprised that her own mother, her own flesh and blood, had sold her out? Not really. In fact, Satsuki had always known it was a looming possibility. A fate she would have to deal with somewhere further down the line.

She just didn't think it would have been so soon, nor to man whose reputation she had heard about through rumors and backroom whispers. To the public he was just another wealthy businessman; the type of man who had his fingers dipped in several pots at once, amassing a fortune the likes of which no one had ever seen before. But not all the deals made had been done so in good faith. Rumors of blackmailing or hold outs mysteriously disappearing floated about in shadows. Things she wouldn't have paid much attention to as it was not a concern of hers, but still stored away at the back of her mind should she ever have use for such knowledge.

And so, when she found herself unceremoniously dumped on his desk, free of all her clothing and weapons, her first instinct had been to resist. Even if it had thus far proved useless, she keeps it up in spite of Bison's warning.

"You filthy pig. Do you think I'd just let you have your way so easily??" She cruses at him, tilting her head to glare at him from over her shoulder. Again she pulls on the binds keeping her hands pinned in place, and once more they rattled against the hardwood surface. Refusing yet again to give her a single inch to work with. "It doesn't matter how much you paid to have me brought here. I will not give in!"

[psycho_energy]

"H'oh?" Bison replies, an amused sound coming from low in his throat. It starts off as a single sound and bubbles up into laughter. It booms throughout the office as he comes to realize that Satsuki doesn't seem to know about his abilities! She wouldn't be saying such things otherwise.

So he's content to let her curse at him for now. "There's no need to be rude to your new Master, is there? After all, I can be a merciful man." He proves the exact opposite by slapping Satsuki's ass even harder, leaving an angry shade of red across both cheeks.

He smiles at the way the soft flesh trembles in response to his strength and uses one hand to push Satsuki against the office table. When he swats her this time, he strikes right across the girl's exposed pussy as well. Then again.

[fearisfreedom]

Master?

Master?!

As if she would ever come to call him as such. She would have laughed, if it wasn't so pathetic that he actually thought he held any sort of power over her in the first place. At present, she had stood an uncontested champion. Her appearance as a well-mannered young lady descending from family of class masking the ruthless warrior that lay underneath. A fighter that had clawed her way uphill in hopes of some day overthrowing her mother from the throne on which she sat. This sale to Bison was a mere speed bump in her path, one that she was almost certain she could overcome in time.

At least, that is how she liked to spin it in the beginning. The meaty slap of his hand across her plump ass catches Satsuki off guard. Did he just--?

Before she could even shout at the indecency of such an act, he hits her again but this time, across her sensitive and just as easily exposed pussy. Once, twice, he doesn't stop and all she can do is let it happen. "How dare--aaah!--how dare you touch me in such--aahn!--in such a way! When I get out of this, I will--aah!--I will break every finger in that had in retribution!"

[psycho_energy]

"You say such lovely things, slave." Bison gives Satsuki's ass one final slap and smears his hand over one of the girl's red cheeks. Part of this action is to see if the relief of the man's large hand fondling will affect her any. The other is to taunt her as he smears the busty bitch's own wetness across a red cheek.

"You're getting wet." He remarks casually, unsurprised. Bison reaches between Satsuki's cheeks to stroke the plump pussy tucked between. His calloused touch is harsh, groping Satsuki's wet pussy as if she were already his. Oh, if she only knew what was coming for her.

He's only getting her ready for the trigger. "Plenty wet. Will you cum if I spank you hard enough?" Bison doesn't wait for an answer, swatting Satsuki right across cheeks and pussy. He puts more behind it, his strength nothing to laugh at--even for her, a capable and cruel young woman like the beautiful captive he is currently punishing.

He keeps doing it until her pale cheeks are an angry shade of red.

Until her knees buckle. Until she begs him to stop with her voice, or her orgasm. Both would be preferable.

[fearisfreedom]

Perhaps someone with half the determination as Satsuki would find comfort in that fleeting moment of tenderness, but not her. It only feeds the growing anger in chest, his gentle caress reminding her leaps and bounds of the humiliation she had just suffered. Treating her as if she was a child in need of spankings to correct such rowdy behavior.

And that title. Slave.

There would be no mercy for this man once she was free, but he was yet determined not to allow her a chance to find her way out.

Having got his second win and after throwing a bit more salt on her wounds, he starts at it again. Striking her again and again, the heavy slap of skin on skin filling the office in a matter of seconds.

And for a time, that was the only sound to be heard. Satsuki, it seem, was eager to prove the strength of her iron will to this man who claimed himself as her master. Grinding her teeth as she pushed back her would be cries, clawing at the edges of the wooden desk to distract herself from the constant stinging of her ass and the growing damp heat of her pussy. But as seconds drew out into minutes and he showed no signs of stopping, at some point it became impossible. One weak whimper was all it take for the flood gates to open, and she screamed.

Despite herself, she screamed as he hit her again and again, legs shaking as a thick torrent of arousal poured down her inner thighs and splattered each time his hand connected with her body. "S-stop it! Stop it...right now!!"