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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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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.

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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.

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That very look is why Bison mocks her so. Yet he understands why. Satsuki is beautiful, powerful, cruel. On top of this, she's used to experiencing dominance of a high level. To be brought down shames her greatly. It's why she barks as loud as she does.

To compensate.

His cock twitches in her grasp, his pheromones and musky scent wafting into Satsuki as if it were as important to take in as breathing.

"You beautiful creature. I can't wait to see you writhe in my bed, clutching at my sheets as an orgasm rocks your gorgeous figure." It's not said with love, but pure lust. Yet in a cold and twisted way..he is praising her.

Glorifying Satsuki and her body, but not in the way a mindless fool would. Every word is intentional, meant to paint that same picture in the girl's own mind.

"Can you picture it? Your breasts giving an enticing bounce as your back arches and I fill you with my seed." His gaze, intense despite his lack of pupils never wavers. Locked onto her eyes. Seeing into her still like no one before him could ever hope to do.

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It's not a mental picture she wants to see, but one that does play out regardless with startling clarity. One of wrinkled bedding, tense muscles, and sweat slicked skin. A place where the only sound is her ragged breathing, his cock stuffing her pussy to the brim, and her head blank of all thoughts except for the sensation of their bodies joined together in truly sinful act.

Yes, she could picture it. So much that it was hard to push back the heat coiling between her legs.

Her gaze seems to darken at the realization. Her strokes becoming a bit more forceful, face paced. She lashes out at him with her tongue, pushing the still captured sack against the inside of her cheek. Lips forming a firm seal around him as she sucks, and sucks some more.

And then there was that audible pop when she pulls away, sighing hotly against his saliva covered balls, tilting her head back just a little more as if to maintain contact him while she every so gently drags those heavy sacks across her lips.

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There it is. He flicked her switch with nothing more than words. He would remember this, store it in the forefront of his mind. He wonders idly if he should use his Psycho Power on her mind to torture her with visions of lovemaking to intensify the way she sees him.

For now they watch one another, Bison's cock throbbing at the look in her eyes. "You want it, don't you Satsuki? The image I painted so wonderfully in your mind?" Bison let's out a soft grunt; a deep sound of pleasure for her when she takes his ball in her mouth and treats it so tenderly.

Then when she brushes them against her lips, he tells her to do it again. His cock throbs again. A moment pauses and another throb. Finally after several long minutes, he tells her to pull back and stick her tongue out.

[fearisfreedom]

That look in her eyes, it was hot enough to melt raw steel.

She never confirms anything verbally, but that look. That look says it all.

Once more she drags those balls across her soft lips, breathing in deep of his scent, recognizing the way it made her pussy throb in excitement, yet saying nothing of it. Though chances are, he already knew the kind of reaction he held on her.

Hand still on his cock, she leans away. Angling her position so that the tip of him was aimed directly at her face. He might not have said what he intended for her in such a pose, but she had good idea. Mouth open, tongue out, she strokes his shaft hard and fast. Gaze momentarily fixated on the sight of him so hard and throbbing in her hand, but she looked back at him.

That fire in her eyes stronger now as she waited.

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That look in her eyes was incredible. She was his. He knew this from the moment he first laid eyes on her, plotting behind her back to have her as his. He stole her virginity, made her beg to not receive the full magnificence of his cock in her asshole.

Sticks her tongue out like an obedient slave should. Staring at his cock before looking to him and waiting, knowing it will be a moment still before he comes--his stamina, like the man himself, is no joke.

Eventually he comes, and hard, heavy load spurting out in several quick bursts to paint her face, her tongue, and to fill her mouth.

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In the build-up, she changes up her technique a few times. Sometimes working the entire length of his shaft, other times calling upon the use of both hands to surrounded the sensitive tip of his cock and just focus her attention there. The thick beads of pre-cum that would come trickling out smearing all over her palms and used to serve as lubricant to make her process a lot easier to accomplish.

Then, just when her hands were becoming tired from all that work, he showers her quite literally with her reward.

Thick blotches of creamy white all over the front of her face. On her lips, her tongue, a few shots in her hair but most of it pooling at the back of her throat. For a time after she doesn't stop, pumping his twitching cocks as if to make sure she had received everything from him. Only when she's satisfied does she finally stop and swallow.

"Mmm...disgusting." And yet that doesn't stop her from licking the remnants from the corner of her mouth. It doesn't turn her away from bringing each covered with cum finger to her mouth and sucking them clean just as she had done to his balls moments before.

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Bison chuckles, amused by the difference in her words and actions.

"You did well, Satsuki." Her name. Not whore. Not slut. Not slave. Only this once, however. It's a subtle way to twist her further into the clutches of his depravity.

A small vocal reward for her to feast upon. He pulls away, soft cock swaying in front of Satsuki's face, brushing against her shoulder. A smear of cum.

Then he moves around her and lifts her to her feet, guiding her into the water first. Watching the way her red-stained cheeks shift with every step, her hips swaying and begging for a fierce fucking. The red has lessened some, Bison notes, sinking into the water.

The heat soothes the body well. The scent of oils and soaps alluring. He sits against the stone edge with his next command.

"Bathe yourself for me while I watch."

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That 'gift' left upon shoulder is also scooped up by her fingers and swiftly deposited into her mouth before she is guided up to her feet.

She tries not to let the brief use of her name get to her as she proceeds to the water, but its hard to mask the pride in her steps as she does so. One could only hope he was too busy staring at her ass to notice.

Entering the bath felt like Heaven itself. A welcome and much needed reprieve from the Devil lurking at her back. He makes himself comfortable, instructing with simple terms of what he expected her to do and then just sits there. Watching her. Eating up every nude curve of her body with his eyes.

A shyer woman would have covered up, maybe even turned away. But Satsuki let's him watch as she rubs the water and oils into her skin. She lets him observe how she proceeds the massage the aching muscles of her arms, sighing as the pain eases away. Cupping her hands she gathers up some water and proceeds to pour it over the top of her head. A process in which she repeats several times, soaking those long raven locks of hers and washing away all the grime of the day.

Then she moves on, turning to face him on purposes as she runs her hands over her breasts. She wasn't blind, she had caught the way he stared at them in particular, and so she allows him an unobstructed view. She pours a bit of water over the top of them, allowing the liquid to trickle down, before she cups them both with her hands. Fingers flexing into the soft flesh, massaging, squeezing, all while soft, sultry moans slipped past her lips.

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Bison, with his arms stretched out against the marbled edge, watches as casually as if he were sitting back in a chair. As much as he likes seeing the results of his attention to her ass and the way the water trickles between her cheeks, the smile on his face widens into that predatory grin of his. One she actually didn't get to see too much of thanks to the position she spent most her pleasurable and painful time in.

He shows it to her now, steam wafting up from the heated water, chiseled chest of stacked muscle in plain view to the lovely Satsuki. As well as that smile. The way he eats her front up without even touching her. He licks his lips and she can surely imagine that strong looking tongue stringing her along between her legs, or teasing her pale breasts.

His fingers flex noticeably, because he wants her to know he's aroused by her body, and the way she touches herself. Partially because he wants to touch her, bend her over and rail her. He has so many plans for her tits alone! Yet he does not move.

No, no, she would be cleaned and given a moment to rest before things really got started. All of this single night is nothing more than an appetizer. "Harder." He tells her.

[fearisfreedom]

A single word without much direction, but Satsuki could work with that.

She doesn't act on his command right away, thought. She was, after all, his still unruly bitch slave that liked to test at least some of her limits to spite him.

Her hands drop away from her breasts, allowing them to fall and bounce as the pleased. Teasing him with the idea of holding them in his palms once more. Carrying their heavy weight his hands, before bending forward to taste them with his tongue. He was after all, free to watch and though he was tempted to touch as well, she had noted Bison restraining himself from doing so. A fact that she ran with for a few more brief seconds, before finally giving him what he wanted.

Soaking herself in a bit more of that water and oil mixture of the bath, she returns to straight up groping her breasts. Rubbing them, pushing them together. Aligning her fingers so that she could tweak this hardened pink nipples between her index and middle fingers. Heat shoots straight down from her chest to pool in between her thighs the second that she does it, forcing a sudden moan from her lips.

She takes a minute to catch her breath, still squeezing with her hands and wondering if what happened was a fluke of some sort. That is until she does again, pinching her sensitive buds much harder then before. This time the current so felt was stronger. Enough that it left her momentarily shaking on her legs and gasping. But with no command to stop, she kept going, shuddering each and every time she clamped down on her nipples with her fingers.

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Bison's gaze follows Satsuki's breasts as they bounce. Big, pale, beautiful. He realizes halfway through that she's teasing him and delaying her response to his command. Then his smile goes away. In the back of his mind he wonders if this poor girl's ass was going to ever be anything but red or pink. When she gets back to groping herself, Bison feels validated.

"I knew you would be sensitive to that. Were you unaware of your own virginal body?" A taunt, punishing her for her delay. Then he waits until the very moment he sees that she's going to get off to punish her completely.

"Stop touching yourself. Go back to bathing. If you think about getting yourself off with your clit when you clean your pussy, you will be punished, and it will ruin you and take your mind from you. Would you like to be mindless, slave? An empty thing? A shell? Nothing?"

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She hadn't been aware, just neglectful to the point it almost felt like she was loosing control when offered a taste of what she missed. There had been no time for any sort of intimacy in her life.

There was no way for her to convey such an answer to him though. Not when she was in the middle of enjoying herself. Teasing and pinching, working her breasts in a way she imagined Bison might have wanted too.

Then he tells her to stop, and it is at that point that Satsuki realizes how close she was to shaming herself in front of him. Bison must have realized this too, because as he instructs her to carry on, there is a heavy threat attached to it as well. Consequences for disobeying, and that she she knew he was full capable of carrying out.

No, she didn't want to risk becoming a shell for him.

So she moves on, obeying his words like the dutiful slave he wanted her to be. Pouring water over her pale skin, rubbing away whatever filth she might have picked up along the way. Spreading her legs, she proceeds to wash her pussy as well, biting at her bottom lip to hold back a moan as she runs her fingers along her slit, and being very careful not to linger around her clit too long when its time came. No matter how desperately it throbbed for attention, she couldn't run the risk of invoking Bison's wrath.

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Bison watches the process closely, and just because he gets a good look at what is a very pretty pink pussy, but also to make sure she listens. When she has that cleaned up, he waits for her to take the rest of her, including her thighs, legs.

Once she's cleaned up, Bison smiles again, but no hungry grin--not yet. "Now come wash me. Make sure to reach underneath and scrub as well. Your touch may linger, and should you desire the feel of my muscles against your lips, you have my permission to kiss anywhere you like. Do this job well, and I will give you another taste of what happens when you listen and do not delay."

He pauses, grin returning. "You may ride my face after, then lick it clean once you come." He knows she will, he has Satsuki pent up plenty right now.

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She takes her time, but doesn't linger either.

In short, she acts with efficiency in mind. Cleaning every part of herself thoroughly (yes, even around her still tender asshole), in order to make herself presentable to the man that now held his life in hand.

If not a little frustrated sexually, she is now pristine and squeaky clean. White skin glistening with the scented oils, black hair smooth and cascading neatly down her back. Throughout the entire process, she had noticed Bison had not once touched himself in any way, and now she knew why. It fell onto her to wash him off as well, it seemed.

Her pride demanded she tell him to just do it himself, he had two hands, didn't he? Fortunately, her desire to survive kept that tiny voice locked away. Wadding through the water, she approached Bison and observed that even when sitting, he remained at least a head taller than her. She hadn't been able to comprehend the true size of him before but now, face to face, she had to admit it was impressive.

Satsuki would never admit that promise of allowing her to ride his face was what encouraged her. If asked, she would probably say something like 'this was the most efficient method'. Either way, it wasn't her hands that she used to scrub the front of his body. No, she gets as close to him as possible, pouring a could amount of water down her front and leans in. Pushing her breasts up against his hard chest, she uses herself as the sponge to bathe her master's body.

"You didn't say I could only use my hands."

[psycho_energy]

Satsuki--with Bison's guidance--delivers a much better version of delaying. In this way she is not only teasing him intentionally, but she is doing this for something much more alluring to Bison--looking good for him. Indeed he appraises Satsuki's body openly, beaming at the way his slave's oiled up body gleams under the light of the enormous bathing room.

Satsuki doesn't need to tell him anything at all. He threw the face riding out on purpose, knowing that it would rive her forward as much as anything else. "No, I didn't. I wished to test your ability to think outside the box--and you've done well.

Good job, Satsuki." Praise with her name added at the end, and he isn't done glorifying her, either. As he sits there purely relaxed and nowhere near as pent up as her, he speaks once more. "A moment ago, as you stood there glistening in the light." Bison bothers to reach out and cup Satsuki's chin, keeping his eyes locked with hers.

"You had every bit the appearance of a Goddess." He leans in and tilts her head back just enough so he may kiss her neck. A slow, lingering gesture that turns into a suck right at the end. His lips pull away just as slowly as he releases his gentle hold on her chin.

"Now use your clever mind to clean me. I approve of your method. Applaud it, even. Your nipples feel exquisite rubbing against me. Were you perfect chest to reach my face, I would indulge in giving your aching nipples relief."

[fearisfreedom]

This gentle reaction was uncharacteristic of the man she'd encountered in the office. An approving smile, the endearing tone used for name as he showered her with praise, even the kiss upon her neck that left off with mark were odd. Such a stark contrast to the hard spanking she had received and had thus far remained visible on her ass in the form of dark red marks.

She didn't know which side of him she preferred.

But now wasn't the time to think through such things. To keep Bison waiting was another step toward death, and there were far too many things she left to do in life to throw it all away just prove a point. And so she sticks close to her master, rubbing him with her body, trembling whenever the stiff peeks of her nipples brush against the hard planes of his well-defined muscles. She does still use her hands, reaching out to run her palms up and down along his arms, marveling at just how feet he truly was.

As the trail back up to land on his shoulders, she lifts herself from the water. At first it seemed intended to remove herself from the bath and maybe, the Satsuki of the past might have been bullheaded enough to try her luck. But before Bison could think she sought to flee and react appropriately, he face was surrounded by the softness of her breasts. Still dripping with water, and bearing the scent he had chosen for them to bath in.

Curiosity, it seemed, had gotten the best of her as she now pressed his face eagerly into her chest.

[psycho_energy]

Without seeming like it, Bison has been twisting and confusing Satsuki's thoughts from the very beginning. Softening her with rough behavior partially because she likes it, but also to lower her guard in more intimate moments like this bath together, where praise could be shown. Not unlike alleviating a spanking with caresses and light touches to soothe the pain prior to it.

While he enjoys the soft touch of her careful caresses and the feeling of her soft breasts easily giving against his hard edges, the lift and pressing of them against his face was the cherry he truly sought after. His lips immediately take hold of a nipple, Bison's arm looping around Satsuki's waist to keep her like this for a bit.

From there he sucks the pebbled nub, nipple clearly stiff from her earlier attention to it. The heat of his mouth is added with the wet relief of his tongue rolling over the nub, deft and strong in its movements. His face presses into the tit itself before he pulls his head back and uses his lips to tug her nipple. He releases it, watches the heavy tit jiggle, and flattens his tongue, rolling it once more over Satsuki's nipple, then tracing it around her areola several successive motions.

Then his teeth add a bit of pressure, teeth pressing in just enough to be felt before dragging back to Satsuki's nipple. Another tug with his lips, except this one is quick. His tongue flicks over it immediately after, then swipes down. He traces around the nub several times, then bites, using his teeth to tug it roughly. It's a quick, sudden jolt to keep her off guard.

Then the welcome relief returns. His mouth, his tongue. A suck, a release. A nip to the underside of the breast. Then he shifts enough to face the other and presses a wet kiss to the side of it. He pulls back just enough to drag his hot tongue along the side, dipping just enough to go from the underside to what was previously the ignored nipple. This one he takes hold of tongue first, pressing wet heat against it before closing over it.

His lips are a little loose around it to better allow his tongue to tease with wet sucks and saliva coated swipes and rolls of the strong, capable muscle.

[fearisfreedom]

She should expected the 'relief' he spoke of to be as such, but even that didn't prepare her for the moment his mouth made contact.

"Aaahn!" For the first time she moans willingly. One hand move to rest on the back of his head, lightly pulling at this short brown strands. She leans into him, drawn to the wet heat of his mouth and the attentive stroke of his tongue. This felt vastly different from when he touched her in office. The firm pinch of his strong fingers replaced by the sharp tug of his teeth.

She shudders whenever they clamp down, just enough to cause a little bit of pain and send a warm tingle down to her already dripping sex. A short tug that earns him another moan, followed in quick succession by a long swipe of his tongue, and suction pressure of his mouth. The sort of triple combo attack that has Satsuki almost falling apart in front of him. She cries out in a whimper as arousal drips down her inner thighs in thick rivers, her breathing uneven and quick as she holds herself to him.

When he switches to focus on the other nipple, she felt like she was going to melt away. Her moaning growing louder as the hand in his hair holds him to her chest. She had never considered that she could get so turned on, so close to letting herself go just because someone was sucking upon her breasts.

"Mas--aaahn!!" At the last second, she stops herself from calling out to him. No, no, no. She couldn't say it out loud like this. Was it really worth it? Admitting defeat? Calling him Master? All because he so fucking good with his mouth?

Had Satsuki Kiryuin really fallen so far?

[psycho_energy]

Satsuki fell some time ago, it's simply that things were coming together within a plan she could never see coming--nor one she herself made. She's getting closer. This is good.

Very good. He'll operate as is and not punish her. She can always experience his face some other time. Instead he keeps it up, especially since she didn't exactly pull away. If anything she's been absolutely encouraging, even burying her hands into his short hair and tugging with encouragement.

So Bison gives Satsuki's breast a love bite, right on the underside. The breast itself rests against his face while he does, shifting and jiggling when he moves to drag that tongue over the marked spot, all the way to the nipple again. Then he clamps down on the areola itself, applying more than pressure as he traps it between his teeth and holds it.

His tongue lashes out, teasing the very tip of Satsuki's nipple. At first it's swipes and flat drags over it, then the tip of tongue starts to poke and tease the tip, giving Satsuki an extra preview of what being eaten out by her Master will be like when they get there. Something so strong and thick, moving with such skill~!

Then his teeth drag downward, trapping and tugging the nipple sharply. A kiss follows, then he's back to the other. Wet, hungry kisses to the side lead a trail to just beside Satsuki's nipple. He clamps shut and sucks hard here, getting the edge of the girl's areola in his mouth as well. Bison pulls, releases, smiles at another angry mark, and lavishes attention upon it. His tongue moves again, a wet trail to the top of the breast.

His gaze flicks up, and seeing an opening, his tongue trails upward. A kiss to her collarbone. Another kiss, higher. Another. Then, a love bite to the slope of the girl's neck. "You have such wonderful tits, Satsuki." With his arm behind her still, he slips it to the girl's lower back and forces her to lean back, beautiful breasts bouncing and put on an incredible display.

With a hungry sound he gives a tight suck to the underside of her right one, then goes back and gives her nipple the same treatment, sealing tightly over it and sucking, sucking, tugging, sucking. His free hand comes up and squeezes the other breast, thick fingers digging into the pliable flesh, yielding to the strength of her Master as he handles the tit roughly. When his thumb makes a second pass over Satsuki's nipple, the hand stays put and starts playing with it appropriately.

First he circles the nub, pressing his thumb against it and pushing in, then circling. He does this several times in slow, firm motions before letting the nipple spring back out--only to trap it with his fingers. He pinches, pushes into the breast, and then tugs sharply before releasing it and going back to manhandling the breast itself.

She's assaulted all over her chest, getting a nice mark at the top of the other breast his mouth is working on still. Not even the sides were safe from being attacked. Angry spots of red adorn both breasts after some time, saliva soaked and saliva dried trails shown on them when the light hit just right.

Where on her chest did she not feel his tongue? His lips? His teeth? A full, complete attack like he never has done before...

[fearisfreedom]

And while all this was happening, not once had Satsuki stopped with her sultry moans.

One after another, the fell from her parted lips. Sometimes interrupted by gasp when he bites down with his teeth, or times by a whimper as he clamps down with his mouth. Sucking upon her tit like a man overcome with thirst, though she had nothing to give. And still that doesn't stop him.

He divides his attention evenly between the two, marking them with his teeth or lavishing upon them the most divine-like attention in equal parts. Anything and everything, he makes sure she can experience it all with her breasts. And then when even that wasn't enough for him, he brings his hand into play. Capturing a breasts between his thick, rough fingers. Massaging it, rolling against it with his palm just as she had done moments before. Then came the pinches, those hard tweaks of her sensitive buds that she had failed to mimic herself, and caused an ever louder roar of pleasure to spill from her mouth.

There are no breaks, no chances to catch her breathe. Only the constant hot, wet pressure of his mouth and tongue, and skillful touch of his fingers.

"Master..." It rushes past her lips on it own, followed by the sudden trembling of her body. At some point, despite her wish not to do it, she comes. In a vein attempt she pressed her thighs together as much as she could to stop it from happening, but it wasn't enough. Liquid heat poured down her legs, into the bath. Her body unable to withstand such a concentrated frontal attack for so long. She whimpered in his arms, mind fuzzy with a haze of unbridled lust.

She had been unable to think of anything, to feel anything else besides his mouth and fingers playing across what she came to realize was one of her weak spots: her breasts.

[psycho_energy]

Even worse for her: now Bison truly knows for sure that they are. With her size it was highly possible they would be a weak spot, but when she felt herself up and got lost in touching them, it basically told Bison all he needed to know. On top of punishing her, he then wields her own revealed weakness against her.

There's a reason Satsuki gave in and moaned out his title. His position over her. This was just one of many. Pulling Satsuki into a seated position, he holds her against him while she comes, letting her shudder against his sturdy chest and in the safety of his arms.

"I believe you added a whole new type of perfume into the bath, my dear." His hand brushes through the girl's hair, and after a quick clean up, he's easily maneuvering Sastuki into his arms, cradling her against him. They go to a room in the bathing space to dry off. Bison gets them both taken care of and then attaches a collar to Satsuki's neck. Grabbing the chain, he leads her out and commanding her to walk behind him, guides her to his room.

The door is locked. The collar comes off, and he has her neatly put it away nearby for..later use. From there she is directed to a closet to pick out something to sleep in. There are many things to choose from: scantily clad items, genuine night items.

The only thing he forces her to wear is a black thong. Anything else is up to her. A reinforcement that being his slave isn't going to be that bad. With the girl dressed, Bison motions for her to get in bed, and he joins her. He has no need for clothes and while she settles under the covers of his enormous and incredibly soft bed, Bison joins her. He of course is absolutely naked, looping an arm around Satsuki to pull her against him.

Eventually, the two of them fall asleep like this: Master and Slave.



The next morning sees Bison stirring first.

He looks down at a sleeping Satsuki and slips his fingers gently through her long hair. The little maniac looks so peaceful like this. Little does she know that the bath she came in had plenty of far flung minerals in it from other countries and shadowy religions. When she wakes, she'll feel refreshed, and the cheeks of her ass no longer red and sore. Only the love bite on her neck will have remained.

She's fresh and pristine once again. For the most part. He thinks about waking her with his head shoved between her legs, but waits to see if she stirs from the brush first.