Chun-Li has had enough of Juri, and is going to punish the bitch for all the bad she's done. Trapped in a basement to use as a fuckpig? Sounds a fitting punishment.
(Futa/Female, Noncon, Extremely rough oral)
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"I...have had...enough...of you!" They were the last words Juri Han heard before the devastating kick crossed the side of her head. Chun-Li's face had never looked more infuriated; her cheeks had never been more flushed with anger and rage and her teeth had never been clenched with quite so much indignation. Within that rage Juri had found herself quite pleased with her accomplishment, making the officer's face distort in such an ugly display of fury was something she could savor. Something she could sit on later that evening, fondling herself as she daydreamed about the anger that Chun-Li seethed in. She had made her cheeks the most delightful shade of red, and she had forced her heart to beat with nothing but hatred and fury! Such a tasty delight!
And all it had taken to push Chun-Li to that point was raping Cammy. Who knew?!
Unfortunately Juri didn't get to enjoy the sweetness of her moral victory for long, for as soon as the soft white leather of Chun-Li's boot crossed her temple she fell almost immediately into darkness. All of her own skill amounted to nothing in the face of Chun-Li's righteous wave of anger, and as she struck the ground her last flickering thought before unconsciousness swept over her was of what the future would hold. Would Chun-Li kill her for what she had done? Arrest her like a good little officer? Or maybe...just maybe, she would have something more devious in mind? Even within the twisting darkness that was coming over her, Juri Han found herself practically giddy with the possibilities.
It was fun to be a bad girl, but it was even more fun when she wasn't the only one.
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When Juri woke up hours later, she could already feel an ache in her joins. Her elbows and her knees were practically screaming, and no sooner did she open her eyes did she feel waves of pain run through her thighs and her back. She was sore in ways that differed from the battle she had lost to Chun-Li, and before she could even openly pose the question she opened her eyes and saw the reason for all of her minor aches and pains. Right in front of her was a mirror; positioned perfectly so she could see what had befallen her since her defeat.
She was in a dark basement; she could tell that much from the cinderblock walls and the lack of carpeting underneath. There was just enough light for her to see her current situation, and it wasn't one that put her in any sort of an advantage. She was hanging from the ceiling by way of a simple rigging structure; leather straps anchored to the supports that kept her suspended with several thick bindings. Her forearms had been closed against her biceps and bound together with thick leather wrappings, and each one of those makeshift wings were connected to the ceiling by way of a strap. Her legs had received similar treatment; folded down as if she was kneeling on the ground and then attached to the roof above her. Around her waist there was a more dominant system of support that crossed her stomach and wrapped around her back; keeping her aloft with a series of leather straps that were attached to a metal hook hanging above. The support she received at her midsection was enough that her limbs weren't given much of a strain, but the fact that it was on a hanging ring meant that she could sway slightly back and forth.
Tight enough to be constricting and impossible to escape; mobile and fluid enough to prevent her from getting any sort of leverage. It was...delicious devious, and she had to give credit to whoever had rigged her inside of it. She was so surprised by the series of straps and her own hanging state that she had almost neglected to notice that she had been stripped down in the past few hours, and that the leather belts drawn taut around her body were the only thing approaching clothing that she wore. Her pussy was exposed and raw and even spread thanks to the pull of her legs, and her breasts were dangling at her chest with the significant weight of two heavy clips; each one squeezing against an admittedly sore nipple. As soon as she saw the clips she immediately gave a groan of ache; suddenly realizing just how sore the sensitive flesh was underneath the press of those rubber-padded clamps.
Whoever had bound her like this, whoever had imprisoned her and clipped her and prepared her for the claiming...they were a professional. Immediately her mind started to spin, wondering just who it could have been, but it wasn't until she heard a familiar voice that she finally remembered the events of the previous fight.
"How does it feel, you miserable fucking bitch?" Chun-Li's voice was infuriated as she stepped out of the shadows; intersecting herself in between Juri Han and the mirror. She was dressed as she always was with those nylons wrapped on her gorgeous legs and that blue Chinese outfit that embraced her so warmly. Same massive breasts barely contained within the garment, and same hair buns that would be adorable on a girl half her age, but only looked ridiculous on the mid-thirties police officer. If Juri had anything wry to say about her buns it was clear she was better off keeping it to herself in the moment, for Chun-Li's face was a mask of anger and rage. "How does it feel to be the one that's helpless?"
"Mmm...feels good, officer." Juri's response was perhaps not unexpected, to anyone that had extensive experience with her. She even licked her lips as she continued to dangle before Chun-Li, gazing up at the other woman with dancing eyes that spoke of a venomous lust. "I'm impressed. Here I thought you'd just take me to jail and give me a slap on the wrist. I never imagined that you were sweet on me."
The flare of Chun-Li's nostrils was almost bull-like in the moment, and Juri realized that she was dangerously close to getting another kick in the side of the head. Dauntless she just continued to grin up at Chun-Li, and she eagerly listened as the officer began to talk. Every word that Chun-Li spoke continued to be laced with her outrage over what had happened, and no doubt she was imagining Cammy telling her all about what had happened. The alley. The fingers. The toy shoved in her ass. Maybe even the thrashing orgasm that she had while Juri was punishing her. All these good girls sure were sluts underneath all the pretty colors and uniforms.
"I'm taking you to prison in the morning." Chun-Li hissed through her teeth, and gave Juri a cold, hard glare. "But before I do, I'm going to make you feel just like you made Cammy feel. And I'm not going to stop until morning."
"Your little pet cat was cumming pretty hard by the end, officer." Juri just grinned, still letting nothing effect her despite her dangling position. Even the press of those clamps on her nipples was a pleasure she could savor without much discomfort, and the joy she got from watching Chun-Li's scandalous reactions was more than enough to encourage her to endure. "Want to lick my fingers? I bet they still taste like he-"
Slap! Chun-Li's hand crossed over Juri's cheek hard enough to leave a red welt, and both women shuddered from just how...good it felt. Juri's pussy tensed up and she mewled with pleasure without even attempting to hide it, making sure that Chun-Li knew just how much she enjoyed being struck. The arousal that Chun-Li took from it was brief but noticeable; a sudden stagger to her harsh attitude as she gazed down at her fingers. She didn't think she had it in her to strike a restrained prisoner; one of the very worst police taboos, but there it was. The sting in her fingers, the red welt on Juri's cheek, and the arousal coiling up her thighs.
She enjoyed that. More than she would ever admit.
"Just shut your mouth, Juri." Chun-Li finally scoffed, before slowly drawing a smile across her features. "...or better yet? Open it. I've got a surprise for you."
For the first time that evening Juri Han was put on the defensive. Her eyes went wide as saucers as she saw what Chun-Li had waiting for her underneath the front flap of her Chinese fighting outfit, her throat tightening and the bindings that once made her coil with pleasure suddenly feeling far, far too tight.
"W...What the fuck is that?! Let me go right now!" Juri didn't take to the sight of Chun-Li's cock very well; fear rising within her as she dangled there naked and helpless. The fabric of Chun-Li's nylons had been torn at the very front of her lap, and now hanging before Juri's face was an enormous and throbbing length. A massive shaft of flesh with a bulging tip glistening with a bit of precum; an invasive intruder in the evening that Juri had neither expected nor desired. Her eyes narrowed as she glared up at Chun-Li, growling from the back of her throat. "I didn't know you had that!"
"I'm surprised you never saw it." Chun-Li merely chuckled, and stepped forward just enough for it to brush across the villain's cheek. Juri visibly flinched when it caressed over her flesh, her muscles tensing and her head trying to twist away from it. Her limited mobility and the swinging nature of her prison made it difficult to escape, and she was forced to feel it throb against her cheek while Chun-Li spoke. "I tuck it away, but when I fight you it always gets excited. It must've known you'd push me to this one day, Juri. It must've known you'd finally cross a line that makes what I'm about to do okay."
"D...Don't you...fucking dare…" Juri hissed through her teeth, her eyes casting daggers towards Chun-Li. She fought against her bindings and struggled in an attempt to break away from the leather straps holding her, keeping her arms and legs bound and helpless. "I...don't...like...cock!"
"And Cammy doesn't like you, but that didn't stop you, did it?" Chun-Li asked simply, clearly outlining the justification for the punishment. "Now, open up and show me you're sorry, you worthless whore."
With that, Chun-Li moved a hand down to grasp her cock at the base and rub it over Juri's face. The slickened tip smeared precum over Juri's cheeks and lips and she winced and whined the entire time, keeping her lips shut tight as one final act of protest. Chun-Li might have bound her arms and legs and prevented her from escaping, but she could still shut herself up and refuse her mouth! So long as she could endure having that sticky, throbbing thing smeared all over her pretty features, Chun-Li couldn't force her to suck he-
Juri's eyes went wide, shock running through her as Chun-Li's hand moved down to pinch her nose. It was a firm grip that kept her nose shut tight, and as the seconds passed Juri's felt the ache of being cut off from her precious breath. She wiggled. She whined. She fought desperately against her bindings, and all through the process Chun-Li just watched her with a predatory smirk. It was the same hungry, dominant bitch that Juri had opened she would awaken...but she had never suspected a cock would be in the mix. Her face started to go blue before her body finally gave in, lips parting as she breathed in a desperate bid for air. The comforting deep breath was soon stolen from her; however, by the suffocating taste of cock that came immediately after.
Chun-Li wasn't about to hesitate with Juri's punishment, and the very first push of her member was straight down Juri's throat. The villain didn't deserve the chance to get to know her prick first; she had relinquished her right to slowly blow her the second she had fingered Cammy in an alley against her will. Chun-Li carried out Juri's punishment with a decisive push that left her sack resting on Juri's chin and a noticeable bulge in the woman's throat; one that made her instantly wince and tense up from the strain. Juri looked up at Chun-Li for the first time without any trace of violent rebellion in her gaze; only a pleading look as she was suddenly stuffed and suffocated with cock. She could barely breathe. She could only hardly think. She was, with that very first strike down into her throat, educated with how she had made others feel.
"You look good with my cock stuffed in your mouth." Chun-Li chuckled fondly, and kept her hands at the back of Juri's head. The villain continued to swing there in the air; her hips sway back and forth within her suspension, but her head remained firmly in place. Her nose nestled against Chun-Li's soft brown bush, her chin feeling the heat of the warrior's sack, and her throat aching, stretching, bulging around the heft of that impressive cock. Juri sputtered and whimpered but she wasn't allowed to do anything more than drool; two long lines of spit bursting from the corners of her lips that slowly dropped towards the concrete ground below. Her fists were tight and white knuckled and the clamps on her nipples felt more raw and sensitive than every before, every muscle within her body lined with ache. Domination that she had one point relished was turning the corner towards disgust and revulsion, and all because of the taste of cock she couldn't possibly push away. And through it all there was Chun-Li, holding the back of her head and proving she had been far too good of a student in the art of being a dominant bitch. "What was it you told Cammy? Oh, that's right…" Chun-Li paused, and slowly licked her lips. "You'd better start loving it, because I won't be stopping."
Juri had indeed told Cammy that, and to her credit Cammy had indeed started enjoying it by the end. But that was different! Totally, one hundred percent different! She couldn't immediately figure out just how or why it was, but she was still absolutely sure there were massive differences between what had happened with her and Cammy and this...this...abuse! The villain continued to drool and whine and bulge from the shape of Chun-Li's cock, and it wasn't until the warrior got bored that she was finally allowed to breathe easy once more. At least, to some extent.
"Your throat's fine, but…" Chun-Li chuckled, and her hands lowered to take tight, fierce fistfuls of the buns of hair on Juri's head. The girl's half-pigtails half-buns weren't going to do her any favors that night, and she realized that much as she felt Chun-Li's fingers work into the dark locks and tighten her grip. She knew exactly what was coming, and it was announced with words that sounded simply...odd, coming from Chun-Li's voice. "I don't have all night to feed you my cock, so let's get started."
And from there, Chun-Li did just that. Her first push into Juri's mouth had been rough and dominant but now her thrusts were nothing short of violent; rocking her hips back and forth just as she pulled Juri's face into her lap with a series of wild slams. The villain's nose bumped again and again to the soft flesh of Chun-Li's lap and she felt that sack hit her in the chin again and again, each time a reminder of just how deep Chun-Li was punishing her. The bulge in her throat softened and hardened in rapid succession set to the thrusts from the dominant officer, and the taste...the taste...damn, the taste! Juri was overpowered by it, unable to force it down. When she managed to breathe it was laced with the flavor, and in the intensely rare instance she was permitted a chance to swallow it was nothing more than a thick wad of cock-flavored spit. The throbbing within the warmth of her throat certainly felt good to Chun-Li, but at what cost? The cost of making Juri taste that revolting member? The cost of making an officer abuse her prisoner? The cost of making a good girl bad?
Juri Han knew that she had only reaped what she had sowed that evening, and for a woman like her such an admission did not come easily. She had made a life out of doing wrong while either boasting of her success or playing off her deeds as nothing important, and now she was finally being given a punishment that fit her most recent crime. The truth of it wasn't lost within her, and so no matter how much how much her throat ached or the taste of cock disgusted her, there was only so angry and heartbroken she could be. She had earned this a dozen times over, and what else could she expect Chun-Li to do? If she had a cock, and someone had raped her friend...well...they'd be getting far worse, Juri knew that much.
Chun-Li was shuddering in pleasure as she steadily facefucked Juri, driving her cock into that wet, gaping maw as deeply as she could. She only pulled it out long enough to slap the villain across the cheeks as hard as she could with her meaty length, leaving spit smearing her cheeks before shoving her member straight back inside. Every time she heard Juri scream or moan around her member she practically shuddered in excitement, goosebumps rising on her arms and her fingers drawing even tighter into the woman's hair buns. The wicked smile that had started a few moments ago was even more wild and manic now; a smile that had never been on Chun-Li's face before that evening. Juri had pushed her there. Juri had made a monster that was now using her bite to punish her. And for the first time, Chun-Li couldn't help but find herself in the villain's debt.
"I should thank you." Chun-Li hissed, all while slamming her hips forward and forcing Juri to give her the sloppiest, roughest blowjob of her life. The girl's gagging and whimpering wasn't loud enough to break Chun-Li's train of thought, and the woman casually continued. "Not just for being a warm set of holes to shove my cock, but for showing me the way. Showing me that...some women?" She hilted herself once more, and made pointed eye contact with Juri before continuing. "Some women wield unreasonable power over others. And you've been below me from day one."
Those same words echoed under Juri's expected result would've made her burn with desire. If it was just Chun-Li with a wet and hungry pussy, making her lick and service it? Juri would've practically ached with desire. Being dominated by Chun-Li, being abused and taken advantage of by the officer was a deep-seated fantasy within her. And those words were...frankly, words she could've very well fallen asleep to in the past. But when she heard them that evening, with the taste of cock deep inside of her and the ache in her throat curling down every inch of naked, sweat-licked, and sore flesh…
...she somehow found herself more excited than she ever imagined she even could be. She couldn't figure out why, and she didn't have the time to dwell on it. Whether it was the arms and legs that were bound as she hung from the ceiling, whether it was the notion of a dominant Chun-Li was even more exciting than she anticipated, whether she...and this truly surprised her...whether she just liked the taste of cock? She couldn't piece it together, but Juri had never been more wet and more hungry than she was in that moment. Her pussy was livid with desire and glistening with excitement, and she found herself hoping that Chun-Li couldn't tell she was smiling with her mouth wrapped so wide around that cock. Every drop of spit that was fucked from her face made her shiver with even more delight, and every time she was cockslapped Juri found herself drawing in as deep of breaths as she could muster, steeling her resolve and getting ready for more.
Some things couldn't be hid from Chun-Li, not with her keen detective's insight and her sharp eye for detail. She was on top of things as soon as she saw Juri's eyes roll back in her head and she picked up on new noises from the sinister woman; noises that didn't step from any place of suffering. As soon as she realized the transition that was taking place in Juri the officer grinned wide and cruel, and she shoved her cock down to the hilt once more while her hands slid to Juri's cheeks. She caressed her fingers over the bulge in her face; the slope of her cheeks and even down to her throat, where she pinched around the weight of her cock as it pushed out against Juri's flesh. Her voice was as harsh and callous as ever, and while she spoke she gazed down across the platform of her own clothed breasts to the weak, desperate eyes of her old enemy.
"You're getting off on this." Chun-Li smirked, and slowly licked her tongue across her lips. "Maybe instead of delivering you to the authorities tomorrow, I'll just keep you down here for later use. I can always use a bitch to wrap around my cock when Cammy's not feeling in the mood."
And Juri Han, despite herself and all the hatred she held for Chun-Li, didn't find herself disagreeable to that. Her tongue pushed out as much as she could muster and it was flattened to her chin by the weight of Chun-Li's sack, wiggling back and forth and making even more of a mess. She looked up at the dominant woman and just drooled weakly around her cock, her throat relaxed and yet still strained around the meat. For the moment, she didn't hide that she was smiling around that member as much as she could manage.
"...you're such a worthless slut." Chun-Li just laughed and rolled her eyes, before pursing her lips and lunging her head forward. She spit heavy and hard in Juri's face; the drop landing right alongside her eye and her nose, where it slowly shivered down her face to join the slop that was already covering her cheek. It was yet another dismissive bit of treatment from the woman that had one, and it made Juri burn all the hotter. Afterwards Chun-Li sighed with delight, and began to fuck forward once more.
The next few minutes were a blur of violently activity, leaving Juri's head spinning and her pussy shivering from excitement. Everything about the evening delighted her in ways that she couldn't hope to understand, from the taste of Chun-Li's cock to the spit all over her face, to the fact that her joints were screaming from her bindings. The steady sway of her hanging figure was slow and steady and each time she pounded forward it was with an ache that stretched the muscles of her throat, that length fucking it raw and sore and caring nothing for her comfort. Chun-Li was brutal, rough, violent...everything that Juri Han had hoped she would be in her deepest and darkest fantasies. Even though the cock that now flooded her mouth was something Juri had neither expected or even wanted; now that it was there she couldn't imagine the moment without it. It was an integral part of Chun-Li's dominance over her, and the moment of that pure control was about to strike.
When Chun-Li came, it wasn't gentle. She once more pushed Juri's face down into her lap and made damn sure the girl had little leeway to pull away; one hand squeezing at the back of her head to prevent her from escaping while the other dropped to hold her mouth in; to pinch her cheeks to ensure that they couldn't puff up from the load of cum she was about to receive. It was all to ensure that Juri's throat took the brunt of it, that she was marked and stained and abused with cream as it throbbed from her cock. Her plan worked, and soon she could hear the suffocating noises of struggling and gasping and gagging from her lap while her pleasure rocked through her cock. Wave after wave of cum rushed into Juri's throat and the villainess sputtered the entire time, her eyes going wide against Chun-Li's lap as she tensed up in the moment. For yet another time that evening Juri han was left completely out of control of her own body, though this time...this time more happened to her than she could possibly have imagined.
The cum was overwhelming. Strangulating. And...everywhere. It rushed her throat down to her belly and made her desperately want to cough, but she couldn't manage it choked as she was. While the cream drooled around the inside of her mouth and flooded further into her it suddenly started to burst from her nose; thick ropes of it seeping down her face since there was simply nowhere else to go. Her sinuses flooded with cum and she gave a strangled moan in that moment of pure submission; easily the most marked and violent instance of her life. The cum that overwhelmed her and suffocated her was merely the second most surprising thing about that instant; however. Her own orgasm took that prize.
She had been untouched by Chun-Li, and her pussy had done nothing more than swing along in the open air within her confines. But when Chun-Li cummed into her throat, when the officer flooded and filled her, something snapped within Juri Han. She was overtaken by the most violent climax of her entire life and her pussy began to squirt; her nethers tensing and her thighs twitching as she rioted nectar from her folds. The splashing of her excitement on the cold concrete ground filled the air and she screamed a cum-strangled scream around Chun-Li's cock, her entire body shaking in violent release. The nipples underneath the weight of the clamps had never felt more raw and sensitive, and Juri herself had never had a moment that was so...satisfying.
By the time Chun-Li's cock left her mouth Juri was a drooling mess; cream falling from her lips and her nose and dripping down to the floor below. She was only offered a brief second to catch her breath before Chun-Li held her by the chin; forcing her gaze up and striking her twice more: once with a hand that was thusly smeared with the slop of her face, and then again with another spit squarely against her cheek. Chun-Li clearly had no respect for her outside of the venue for a warm spot to shove her cock, and that harsh gaze and rough treatment was easily enough to justify Juri's arousal in her fucked up mind.
"I'm going upstairs to fuck my girlfriend." Chun-Li hissed, and shoved Juri's head back down. "If I remember, I'll come by in the morning and feed you more cum."
And that was that. The hero, the officer, the world-renowned fighter loved by all...simply left her enemy dangling there in her basement; naked and exposed and dripping from both ends. She could still feel her own glisten drip from her folds just as Chun-Li's cum fell from her gaping, gasping maw. Her head hung low, her entire body continued to swing from her bindings, and she only had two things to look at. A concrete floor covered in slop; the spit and cum and her own squirt...or the mirror. The mirror in the near distance that showed her just what a depraved whore she was.
The mirror that showed her, as she lifted her head to gaze into it, that she was smiling.
A masochistic, fucked up smile...but one that suited her face quite well. She'd wait for morning. She'd wait for as long as it took. Just so long as Chun-Li came back and used her again.
She could wait. She had nowhere better to be.
The End.