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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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Had he been content to leave his thumb as it were, she would have been able to bear it. Even as her pussy wept from the pleasure his cock offered it, she could swallow the many potential moans his thrusting had created. She could focus her attention inward, remember the reason of why she had come this far and what she aimed to do. If had just left things as it were, she would have come out of this with at least some of herself still intact.

However, Bison, was not a merciful man. A fact that everyone around her seemed to know, but in which Satsuki had to discover the hard.

His thumb sinks deeper, stretching her wider to the point she feared he might tear her apart. Only when she was on the verge of screaming out does he decide that this was far enough. He takes her asshole at the shame punishing force as her pussy, matching the speed of his hand to that of his hips as best as he can. But it doesn't end there.

She felt him move, turning those once straight thrusts into ones with more of angle. Throwing off his trajectory of entry by a centimeters at most, but causing a whole new reaction within her. Suddenly it felt as if fireworks were going off before her eyes. Sparks rippled down her spine, and those thoughts of revenge and conquest were starting to slip away. It was like a flip had been switched and suddenly her body was the most sensitive thing around and he was taking pure advantage of that.

Her cold, cruel expression melts away. Her angry shots give way to moans, and her body seems to melt against the desk. "W-what are you doing..???"

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"Teaching you how to be a woman." Bison answers, the smile on his face turning into something stern and intense as his reply hangs in the air and mixes with the sounds of their fucking. Her pussy squeezes around him on its own, seemingly desperate for more of what he's giving her, so he obliges the base instinct of Satsuki's lovely body, hips slapping loud against Satsuki's poor beat up cheeks.

She would barely be able to walk later, much less put her threats against him into action. This drives him forward as well, Bison turning and twisting the thumb in his new slave's asshole a few times. Then he pulls it out, watches it close enough, then shoves it back in, not even missing a beat with the pace of his own hips.

The worst part is that after telling Satsuki he was making her a woman, he simply falls into silence. There is nothing but controlling her body, putting her in her place, and turning her into a wanton whore that hungers for none but her Master's cock. Master Bison.

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In the absence of his voice, Satsuki's takes his place.

Bold statements and confident threats replaced by moans, curses turn into mewls of confusion and the once driving force that was her anger is swallowed by a hazy cloud of lust. The impenetrable force that once was her mind outdone by a slight angling of his hips, and the plunging thrust of his thumb.

"Damn you--aahn!" She is cut off by a sudden shriek as he dives back in with his thumb. The act of which seemed to be perfectly timed with his cock slamming against the sensitive spot just before her womb. It is enough to cause her brain to short circuit for a minute, eyes briefly rolling to the back of her head as she comes again. Nothing near to the level as the first time she had done it, but enough to turn her into a twitching mess against his desk for a few beats.

Teach her to be a woman, he said. For Satsuki, it felt as if he was attempting to mold her into a whore. His whore. A role that her body seemed more than happy to fulfill.

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It fulfills that role perfectly, yet Satsuki would be angered to know that Bison doesn't see many people as much more than what he sees them as. While this works for the vast majority (Satsuki doesn't care about most of the world, and neither does Bison), this still frames her perfectly as his whore.

His slave. Speaking of, Bison stills just for a moment, remaining buried deep in his toy. He licks along the lower back, tasting the beads of sweat that have accumulated, then lifts his head and leans over. There's a size difference, and Bison uses it to roughly tug Satsuki's ear.

"Bare your neck to me, slave." He tells her, testing Satsuki with something simple as he gives his hips a harsh jerk against her.

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It takes a moment for her mind to refocus, to settle in that this cold, hard desk was her new reality and that the man lurking behind her was her only key to freedom.

Her body aches. In part from the punishing slaps she received to both her pussy and ass, but of having her body molded to bear the thick shape of him within her inner walls. She wanted to stand upright, to stretch out her tired limbs, but this man who now held her life in the palm of his hand would never grant such a luxury. At least not yet.

The weight of him leaning in has her on guard. His hot breath tickling her skin as he moves up her body, his intent only made clear when she felt her ear grabbed. His command was easy enough for her disobey. Something she could have ignored as she had all the others up until now. But he follows up with another thrust of his hips, and is enough to foster a response in her that seemed to be almost automatic.

Her body shudders, lips part around another moan and she finds herself tilting her head to the side. Leaning away from his face and exposing that delicate curve of her neck to him fully. No refusals, no curses.

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"Like a good girl." Bison rumbles, voice low as he finds a nice tender spot and gives Satsuki a bite. A "love bite" they usually call it, but there's no love here. It's only marking, his hips slamming once, twice, against her again to keep her put in place. His lips part, tongue coming out to lick the angry mark before sucking and biting again.

Another thrust. His finger has a second ease into Satsuki's asshole. Then he's moving just them while his tongue drags along Satsuki's pale neck. He doesn't question her fire, instead letting the compliment he gave her rattle through her bones and sink into her heart.

Another harsh thrust. A bite to her ear. A nibble. A suck. Another harsh thrust. Thick fingers--two of them--plunging in and out. Bison pulls out and starts thrusting anew, punishing Satsuki's sore cheeks and soaked pussy until he pulls back suddenly and paints her cheeks with some white, spurting his warm seed all over them--and some for the outside of her pussy as well. His fingers work her asshole still, Bson pulling back enough to pull Satsuki back, until her back arches in place and he can reach around with his free hand to squeeze one of the girl's plump tits.

As he does, his fingers give the pebbled and achingly stiff nub a rough squeeze.

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She didn't like that.

'Good girl'.

Two words that would have meant nothing from someone else, but held a particular amount of value coming from a man like Bison. Like he was complimenting a pet that had finally listened to his commands. And what did she get in exchange for her reluctant obedience? A hard bite to her neck that was sure to leave a mark.

From there he continues to play with her body like a toy, pulling one moan after another. Testing her physical limits by assaulting her asshole with two fingers instead of one. Taking her hard against the desk without pause until he finally withdraws complete and spreads his seed all over her back side. The cherry on top her humiliation sundae.

Then she was up, lifted from the hard tabletop she had grown accustomed to, all so his hand could better slip around the front. Once more he touches her, tweaking a pert nipple between two fingers, forcing Satsuki to bite down on her lip to stop any sort of sound from slipping out. She does try to turn away from Bison, having regained at least some of her clarity from earlier. "Haven't you done enough?"

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There is something soft in Satsuki's voice when she questions him. He has worn her down plenty today, hasn't he? Ah, but she is his slave, and he very much is a man to take serious. Satsuki has learned that to an extent here tonight.

Since she wants to chat, he takes to brushing his thumb over the girl's nipple, not stopping in the motions except to once more trap, pinch, or roll the nipple. He will oblige the lovely young woman.

"I have not. This was your folly in coming after me to begin with. There was a betrayal you didn't see coming, but were you not on your way here with the expectation to ruin me?" His fingers pull out of her ass for a moment, resting on her hip. He clutches her like she's his...because she is. He exudes power, it radiates off of him.

He handles her like she's his because she is. "I have yet to do my worse." His hand leaves Satsuki's heavy tit for a moment, lifting to pull away her long hair so that it drapes over a sweaty shoulder. He cups her chin, turns it enough so that she can see him out the corner of her eye. She can see it in his eyes, can't she? The absolute evil.

The will to ruin this girl who's virginity he so ruthlessly stole from her. His hand cups her cheek and he watches her face as his fingers slips back inside her ass once more. Almost like he's loosening her up for something much bigger...

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A purpose that she still kept as her number one objective, despite the waning resistance of her her body.

She doesn't like being this close to him. To have herself so within reach of hands that did whatever they pleased. From tweaking her nipples to the point she feared they might bruise, to the thumb that had violated her ass more times then she could count finally withdrawing.

He may be willing to engage her with a bit of conversation, but she could feel that energy radiating off of him. An overpowering presence that dwarfed her own aura, cutting it down to size as if it were nothing. He holds her like a possession, not a lover, and she thinks that's fine. She had no need for a such an affectionate relationship with this man.

"So then do your worst." She holds his pupiless gaze. Blue eyes running cold as ice, unwavering in her determination. "You will find my will is not so easy to break--aahn!"

The sudden reinsertion of his finger cuts her off. Her bold speech dying on a moan. Once more she forced to be stretched to her limits. Once more, her arousal starts to grow again.

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There would surely be no real affection with a man like this. To try and goad him when she can see what he is? How absolutely foolish. The dangers of living young.

"Fingering a newly turned virgin makes you moan. Makes you drip. I wonder if I can make you faint as well." Bison's fingers pull back out, a hand moving to Satsuki's shoulders as he lines his newly hard cock up with the asshole he's been loosening up for this exact moment. He crams in half, just so she can know what awaits her when he feels like adding in the rest at any given moment. He doesn't wait to move, answering a call he has with his free hand as he starts thrusting.

"Report. Yes. Going well. Ready our bath ten minutes from now. Yes. Add the oils. Yes. The ones that increase arousal. Mm. I hope you don't mind that I took that call, girl. I'm having my mansion prepared for our arrival. If you thought we would remain here, you are sorely mistaken."

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She should have known that this was coming.

With everything that he had put her through just minutes prior, she should have seen this eventuality coming. But, she hadn't. Not until his cock was shoved so far up her ass, all she could do was let out a raspy scream.

Her tears through her without pause, forcing her tight channel to part for him. To stretch around him just as her once untouched pussy had. Then, before she even had a chance to catch her breath or get a word in edgewise, he starts to move. Hard, brutal thrusts that saw her body lurching forward each time, her breasts swaying in the harsh motion.

All throughout the call, the person on the other side could no doubt hear her moans in the background. The rhythmic slap of his hips against her ass backed up by her whines of "it's too big! It's going to break my ass..!" And yet he doesn't give once. He carries on with conversation without a care, instructing with precise instructions on what needed to be done and made ready for his return. Or rather their return.

"I'm--aauugghn!--not get anywhere with youuu..!" She cries out, overcome with a balanced mix of both pleasure and pain as he used her body as he wished.

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Satsukie need not worry: that person has heard the unbound cries of many women when dealing with M. Bison. The man says nothing so that Satsuki can hear her cries fall into silence, while also being allowed to hear her hungry asshole getting railed.

One hand on her shoulder, the other moves to between Satsuki's legs. He of course starts playing with her engorged clit, rolling it between his fingers, tugging it, flicking it hard. He flicks her clit a few times, arm looped around her, keeping Satsuki trapped in this sort of half-arch that their positions won't quite let her out of.

"After this, we'll head home and bathe, so we can rinse our bodies of your sins. I want to explore your body, take in the fine shape of the well-endowed slave I've purchased."

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What she wanted to say was that there was no way some pig of a man was going to take her anywhere. This farce of deal he made with her mother ended here and now, by her hand and no one else. The proud Satsuki Kiryuin was a slave to no man.

What she ended up saying instead, was a pathetic whimper of a noise that died in the back of her throat. A response born from his fingers finding their way back to her still throbbing clit. Had it always been this sensitive, she wondered? Or had it come as a result of Bison's manhandling? The consequence of being on the receiving of many a slap that saw her coming like a whore that first time?

Regardless of the cause, it did nothing to aide her efforts. Instead, it hindered whatever progress she had perceived herself to make. Stacked upon the sensation of his cock thrusting away at her asshole, she was left completely helpless to his whim. "No more, damn it! I can't..!" She was tired, worn from everything he'd put her through thus far, and yet her body refused to stop. It still called for him, still overflowed with her sweet nectar and begged despite her pleas to be touched again.

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"You lie to me, Satsuki." Bison says simply, continuing to thrust away at her, toying with her clit and really just looking like he's having the time of his clit. His fingers have gathered up wetness and come back to Bison's lips. He tastes Satsuki, making sure she can see him just out of the corner of her eye.

Nectar indeed.

"You're taking it now, yet I hear no agreement to serve my every need and desire." After another moment, Bison holds Satsuki still, cock barely halfway inside of her ass.

"Do you feel all of this inside of you? It's barely half of the magnificent cock of M. Bison." Slowly, so so slowly, Bison starts to ease more inside of the girl's ass, his hands keeping her cheeks spread as wide as possible as he does.

"If I reach full insertion, I will take you with the full length. Or you can give in now, and we can go home, bathe you, soothe your body, and rest it." In so many ways, at least. He has plenty planned for her though, that's for sure.

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He had to be lying.

There's was no way that all that was just half of his entire length. It just wasn't possible!

And yet, he proved the stunned Satsuki wrong as he pushed in even deeper. The painful ache of her body growing stronger as he slowly but surely continued to stretch her out.

"Sto--aahn!! Stop!!" In a panic she flails a little, pushing back with her arms to get him off of her, twisting at her waist to try and slip out of his grip. Another inch down, and her voice nearly goes ragged from how loud he has her screaming. Too much, too much, it was all too much! She didn't want to accompany him anywhere, but if she didn't, she feared that she might really fall to pieces if he continued. And that was the last thing she wanted.

"I'll do what you say! I'll go to your stupid mansion! Just...please! No more!!"

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Bison stops, cock throbbing inside her. "You would deny me my orgasm?" He thinks for a moment, pulling back enough that just a little over his head is inside.

"If you deny me, then you'll sure make it up to me--but let it be known that Bison does not break even his toughest slave." He pulls out completely and moves away to get dressed.

Afterwards, he touches a button that causes the metal bindings around herbwrist to come together. The same happens with the ones around her ankle.

The sudden release will see her falling back, but Bison catches the young woman with ease, smiling at the way her breasts sway in response to the sudden stop. Her back arched in this position, putting the large tits on full display.

He uses his free hand to grope a breast, large hand spreading his fingers out wide over pale skin, speaking intensely as he does.

"Then accept your slavery. Admit your body is no longer your own." The way he stares into her eyes is a reminder that she is dealing with something much higher than her.

Someone very, very different.

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Drained beyond her physical limits at the time, she allows herself to fall back into his arms. Relieved not because he'd caught her and spared her a fate of hitting the floor in her bound state, but that she was at least free from being pinned down to his desk. Her arms ached from how long they had been stretched apart, and her legs numb from having to stand bent over.

She would have preferred to be able to move about as she wished, but understood Bison wasn't careless enough to allow her that much freedom.

Though Satsuki does squirm a little when he puts his hand on her again, her body does still when he looks at her. Not intentional, of course. Rather, it seemed to be an instinctive response to the almost predatory look he was giving her. It sent a chill up her spine, the fine hairs on her arms standing on end, and her brain screaming that she was in immediate danger. Bidding her to run or, if that wasn't possible, to at least appease him in same way as to avoid harm.

She chews at the inside of her cheek. "My..." She hesitates. Angry that all the progress she had made thus far now seemed useless. That her fate was already decided and their was no alternatives but this. "My body is...yours. Master Bison..."

[psycho_energy]

"Good girl." Bison stands Satsuki up.

"Don't think you won't have others underneath you. There is great value in your cruelty. You will bow to no one but your Master." Bison .over away again and drapes a bit of fabric long enough to cover Satsuki's body.

Then she's in his arms, carried like some newly minted bride throughout the building. The cloth loosens in the front, but only exposes the outer curves of her breasts. Bison licks his lips, allowing his gaze to roam a tad so she can understand his hunger a bit more.

Then his gaze shifts, and soon they're out the door. Satsuki is placed in the back, draped over his lap as they ride to Bison's mansion. He sits like this in silence, drinking a glass of wine while his favorite piece of music plays in the limos stereo speakers.

Once they arrive far outside the city, Satsuki is pulled out and carried to an enormous bathing area. He sets her on her feet and removes the cloth, baring her to his eyes once again. He releases the restraints around the lovely young woman's wrists, but not her ankles.

"Now we will bathe one another. First, however..you're going to undress me." He releases Satsuki's ankle restraints and gives the appearance that he has an opening. It's no true test, as he expects her to be smart enough to know better than to disobey here.

"Do not disappoint me. I would hate to kill such a beauty."

[fearisfreedom]

She distracts herself throughout the car ride by looking out the window, observing the sights, and trying to figure out where exactly they were heading. Buildings of a city she didn't recognize roll on by, eventually giving away to green grass, tall trees, and houses so big her own family home would be considered of moderate size beside them.

She says nothing as the car drives through an open set of high iron gates, proceeding up a winding driveway to an ornate set doors. She doesn't fuss as Bison scoops her up, carrying her barely clothed form through the wide hallways of what she assumed to be his home and into and even larger bathing room. Then the cloth is gone, her wrists are free, and he issues upon her the first of no doubt many instructions Satsuki is expected to follow.

When the restraints around her ankles clatter to the floor, there is a brief moment in which she didn't contemplate running. She had memorized her way to the front door. If she was fast enough she could make it out in no time...

But his assumption about Satsuki was right. She did know better. So rather then run the risk of making a break for it now, she stepped toward Bison. Both hands up and reaching to undo the buttons of his shirt. "I could just end you here, right where you stand." She speaks, but continues until his shirt is fully open. From there she removes it from him one arm at a time and rather then let the garment fall to the floor, she folds it neatly in her arms and sets it aside. Next, she moves on to his pants. "You think those poor excuses of a guard you set up outside would be enough to stop me?"

[psycho_energy]

So dutiful. So orderly. So perfectly fit to ruin. "No. Only I or one of the other four kings of Shadaloo could hope to do so. Keep talking, however. You're making me hard."

The moment she undoes his pants, Bison takes Satsuki's hand and shoves it inside, forcing her to feel the slight hardening of her cock against her very fingers. The beast that almost broke her ass and destroyed her mind twitches to life some.

"Pull it out and stroke it until I come. Tell me what you would do to those pathetic guards. Fondle my sac and feel me grow under your touch while you stare down and watch my beast grow."

[fearisfreedom]

She frowns, looking upon him in right out disapproval.

Deep down she had known he wasn't a normal man, but Satsuki hadn't thought he was this twisted. To get aroused by threats made against his people, it was certainly a first.

And it wasn't just a front, either. The second he shoved her hand down his pants, she felt him against her palm. Long, thick, and already so hard it was clear Bison had meant every word. Rather than pull away, she gives his cock a firm squeeze. She might be his slave, but she hadn't done so willing. Her claws had yet to be fully clipped and it would do him well to remember that.

"The two at the door would have their necks snapped." As he wished, she continues on as she strokes his hand. A moderate pace with a good grip. With her second hand she pulls down his pants a little more, creating just enough room so that it too could slip inside and begin massaging that heavy ball-sack of his. "The one patrolling the hallway, a broken kneecap to prevent him from running for help. Then when he's down, take his weapon and keep him quiet. The maid...I would hate to hurt her but if she does stand in my way I suppose a shot to the head would do."

[psycho_energy]

Bison doesn't flinch at the squeeze. He grins wide, a silent reminder that she keeps forgetting: he is unlike anyone else in the world. As Satsuki does what she's told, the cock grows harder and harder until it can't remain in his pants and be convenient to stroke.

"She would likely not. My staff is dutiful, but not made of fools. My men, however.." So there is some mercy in her after all.

"You have me sufficiently hard. Now pull me out, drop to your knees, and lavish your Master's sac with the desperation of a dirtied slave. Stroke me with that firm grip while you do, because you won't get to your bath unless I come."

[fearisfreedom]

She could be ruthless, but she knew better than to waste her time on someone that didn't matter.

For now, it seemed he was thoroughly content with her supposed tale of conquest. The increased firmness of him against her palm said as much.

Removing both hands from upon his genitals, she proceeds with the last step of undressing him. Down and off come his pants, that too getting neatly folded before it is set aside with his shirt.

From there, she settles down on her knees as he requested, shifting her weight back a little so that the cold tiles of the bathroom floor weren't digging into her skin too much. Wrapping her right hand around the base of his massive cock, she gives him a few more strokes. After a brief glance upward to meet his gaze, she leans in. Mouth open, tongue out, she latches onto ball-sack closes to her. Sucking it between her lips, rolling it around with her tongue, all as her hand moved up and down the entire length of him. Jerking him off just how he wanted.

[psycho_energy]

Bison let's out a low sound of pleasure and reaches down to tangle his fingers in Satsuki's hair. He brings closer so that he can feel her nose press against him a little more and feel the way her warm breath exhales and flows over his heavy sac.

Her soft lips, the wet warmth of her tongue. The firm grip she uses to stroke him. He watches Satsuki perform all the while, and she can see it in his eyes; how pleased he is to have her as his slave, on her knees devising herself before him. Tasting every crevice and line of his sac and feeling the weight and thickness of the ball in her mouth.

"Enjoying your reward for telling such a nice tale of violence and death? For arousing your Master with just words falling from your beautiful lips? The same that suck so wonderfully upon me?"

[fearisfreedom]

She wouldn't call it enjoyment. More like a means to an end.

But if that's how Bison preferred to see her actions, then so be it.

Upon every inhale she breaths him in. His scent so concentrated, it cause her body to react of its own natural accord. Arousal leaked from her pussy, as if it remembers the satisfaction this man had brought it and now cried out to experience it once more. Not that Satsuki herself would ever tell him that herself.

For the most part her expression remained unchanged. Even as she pulls away from one ball-sack with a pop and moved on to suck upon the other, that ever prominent frown remained. However, if he looked into her eyes deep enough, he might see the spark of a flame within them. Smouldering, building, and containing within it her true mixed feelings about the predicament she now found herself in.