Lei Fang: Most Wanted

      Author’s Note

      This two-part story was inspired by some Hellabunna hentai images I found a few months back. Hopefully, my words can do them justice. You can find the pictures for yourself here: http://rule34.paheal.net/post/list/hellabunna/2

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      Lei Fang: Most Wanted
      Part One

      It started off as an ordinary day for Lei Fang. The last Dead or Alive tournament had finished days ago, and she had been waiting out the remainder of her hotel stay in her room. Although she hadn’t won the competition, she felt that she had performed to her best and had made a good showing. In a few days, she was going to fly back home to China to rest fully, and eventually begin training for next year’s tournament.
      She stepped out of the hot shower, her supple white skin glistening with water. She grabbed one of the pink complimentary towels and wrapped it around herself, though it barely covered her voluptuous form.
      She moved to her temporary bed room, blow drying her hair before standing in front of the full length mirror. She took a swathe of her hair and began to start on creating two braids in her favourite style. Just as she was halfway through her second one, a firm knock came at the door behind her.
      ‘Just a minute!’ She called as she fumbled to tie the braid. No sooner had she spoken, she could hear a tiny scratching noise coming from the door. She pondered what it was as she struggled one-handed with her hair, her other arm holding up the pink towel that had decided now of all times to come unwrapped. Just as she had finished tying a louder click emanated from the door, followed by the handle turning. As she watched in the reflection of the mirror, the door opened and in stepped two men in black suits and sunglasses. They stood just inside the door frame, coolly looking at her in this compromised situation. The two were almost identical what with their uniform clothing, their only discerning features being their hairstyles; one was blonde with a styled but conservative spiked appearance and the other with a brown hair and a curtain-style centre-parting.
      ‘Lei Fang, we need you to come with us.’ Centre-parting said in an official sort of tone.
      ‘Who are you?’ she replied, using both hands now to make sure her tiny towel was covering her modesty. DOAtec sprung instantly to mind, but she thought Kasumi, Hayate and Ayane had put an end to that company.
      ‘Our boss will answer all your questions when we arrive.’ Said blondie, his tone softer and less formal than his partner.
      She made sure her towel was tied up tightly again, before turning around to face them.
      ‘I’m not going anywhere.’ She said sternly, readying her Tai Chi Quan stance. ‘Should you think to challenge me, you clearly don’t know enough about me.’
      At the point, both men reached inside their suit jackets and produced hand guns, cocked the safeties off and pointed them at her.
      ‘Please,’ scoffed centre-parting. ‘we know plenty about you.’
      Dammit, Lei Fang thought, gritting her teeth. They came prepared.
      ‘Turn around and put your hands on your head.’ Ordered centre-parting.
      She slowly obeyed, thinking she might not be able to fight her way out of this one. She watched the reflection in the mirror, ashamed to look at herself apprehended so easily. She watched as blondie holstered his pistol back inside his jacket and approached her from behind. Centre-parting, with his gun still pointed at her head, circled around her so he was aiming his weapon at her temple at point-blank range.
      These guys really are well trained, she thought, unable to see a good opportunity to overwhelm them.
      Blondie, who she was unable to see since he was standing directly behind her, produced some metal handcuffs and had clicked her wrists together behind her back. She wondered if she was about to be led away at gun point like some sort of criminal.
      Suddenly, she found a chloroform rag smothering her mouth and nose as she was pushed roughly against the cold glass. Unable to breathe she instinctual panicked and began to struggle, but with her arms cuffed behind her back and the men making sure she was pinned to the mirror there was little point. All of her energy drained away as she fell into the encroaching darkness.

* * *

      The feeling of being carried.

      Descending stairs.

      Footsteps around her.

      Lei Fang’s mind was starting to process things again. Her eyesight was beginning to return, but everything was a blur. The bright pink glow indicated that she was at least still wearing that towel, but she didn’t yet have the ability to lift her head.
      She could feel herself being put on the ground, on her feet. She couldn’t stand under her own power yet, so someone held her up with big hands around her torso. Her handcuffs seemed to be gone, but there was something else on her wrists now, and her ankles for that matter. She sensed several people moving around her, finding her legs and arms being pulled apart slightly. Her head still hanging low, she looked past her chest to see a blurry figure tethering her ankles to poles that she was positioned between. Tilting her head to either side she could see people doing the same with her wrists. She tried to muster up some energy to pull her left arm away, but she was already shackled in place.
      Their task apparently complete, the shadowy figures stepped back, taking with them the pair of hands that hand held her up. She just about managed to keep her knees from buckling, as she struggled hard to fully wake up. Finding the energy to lift her head, a new figure appeared, stepping purposefully up to her. An arm reached out and a rough, warm hand cupping her chin.
      ‘That’s right, time to wake from your nap.’ Came the husky masculine voice.
      Her eyes coming into focus now, she could see the visage of another black-suited man, this one with a large muscular build. He looked to be in his forties, had grey-brown skin colour and black hair.
      Her mind was still extremely hazy and she still found speech hard, but there was one overriding question she had to ask.
      ‘Who are you…’ she slurred. A corner of the man’s mouth curled into a small, dark smile, before he took his hand away from her face.
      ‘We are a company of men who like to meet exotic and beautiful female celebrities like you.’ She glanced over her shoulders to see at least four other suits standing behind her.
      ‘This is the wrong way to go about getting an autograph.’ Lei Fang retorted, some of her boisterousness having apparently returned.
      ‘Indeed.’ he replied, smiled knowingly. ‘We don’t like to use names here, but I am known in these circles as Master. You could say that I’m the one in charge.’
      Lei Fang felt almost sick to her stomach, not only had she been kidnapped but by men that were more shady than DOAtec agents.
      ‘How much money are you asking for?’ she said, cutting to the chase.
      ‘Money?’ He scoffed. ‘This is not a ransom. Money is involved, but I’m not at liberty to say much.’ He stepped towards her, coming so uncomfortably close that he could feel his warm breaths on the exposed tops of her breasts. ‘All you need to know for now we have injected you with something, and soon you will need our help to stop its effects.’ Without saying more, he began to pace contemplative up and down.
      Her mind began to race with fear. Injection… what have they done to me?
      ‘You are probably already starting to feel differences in your body. Redness in the cheeks is a prominent telltale sign.’
      Her face did feel unusually warm and she was probably blushing but she didn’t know if that was just down to embarrassment.
      The man known as Master stopped his repetitive pacing and stood in front of her again.
      ‘Other signs require more hands-on approach to detect.’
      He snapped his fingers.
      Before she knew it, one of the suits had come up behind her and tugged at the only garment she wore, making the pink towel fall away. Squealing as her whole body was exposed to the cool air, she instinctually tried to cover herself with her arms but her bonded wrists held her tight. Shocked and humiliated, she found herself unable to do little than to grit her teeth.
      ‘Engorged nipples; another symptom.’ Master continued coolly as if nothing had happened, gazing on her well-endowed chest. ‘And of course, the final sure-fire symptom…’
      Grunting, she found one of his hands at her crotch, running two fingers up and down her tender lips.
      ‘…warmth and moistness down here.’
      He continued to rub for a few uncomfortably long seconds, while Lei Fang looked away with her eyes closed. ‘Hmm, not as wet as expected.’
      He withdrew his hand, and stood back, a calculating look on his face.
      She was glad he stopped, but behind this scientific air this Master was trying to propagate, Lei Fang was pretty sure this was a front for more molestation.
      ‘Touch me again and I’ll kill you.’ She uttered, her feelings of violation and embarrassment turning to anger.
      ‘Her condition could do with more stimulation.’ Master concluded, seemingly ignoring her.
      He clicked his fingers again, and two agents stepped forward.
      Suddenly, a foreign object was at her crotch again, with a hand having pushed between her thighs from behind. She jerked forward with the surprise of this new assault, but she could only arch her torso forward as her shackled wrists and ankles kept her locked to the spot. The hand began a similar stroking motioning, rubbing back and forth between her legs and making certain it was touching her clitoris with each pass.
      She could do nothing as this hand molested her except try to keep her composure and pray that this, whatever it was, was over soon.
      She flinched and let out another squeak of discomfort as another pair of hands were on her body. Another suit had slipped under her armpits and had grabbed hold of her big supple breasts. His warm palms and fingers began to squeeze and squash her relatively cold mammaries, occasionally brushing her almost painfully erect nipples.
      This, and the warmth of him near her back was providing her with much appreciated heat in this chilly basement, but she still squirmed under the unwelcomed touch of these violators.
      Behind closed eyes Lei Fang desperately tried to find herself somewhere else in her mind, but with her most sensitive areas being assaulted it only made her feel her molesters’ touches even more. After what felt like some of the longest most sickening minutes in her life, her anger had fallen away only to leave a deep shame.
      ‘Please… stop…’ she uttered eventually, on the verge of tears. She knew her pleading would achieve nothing at this point, but she could do nothing but vocalise her misery.
      After a moment, Master spoke up.
      ‘Alright men, you heard her.’
      Instantly, the violating hands from behind retreated. She sank to her knees, her wrist bonds sliding down the poles with her, the unexpected sense of relief and surprise washing over her. After composing herself on the ground for a few seconds, she looked up at Master, now flanked by all his men, with an angry yet confused look on her face.
      ‘We will oblige this request,’ said Master, still standing as casually as ever. ‘but the time will come when you will need our help and you will regret that you asked this.’
      His men began to file out of the door behind them, and he followed last closing the door, leaving her alone in the dimly-lit room.

      She sat for a few moments confused at their actions, not only apparently having listened to her pleas but having left her unguarded. After a while, she decided she didn’t care why, realising that now would be her best chance to get away. Lei Fang began to pull at her bonds again, praying that something would come lose.
      After it became clear that they were too sturdy, she tried to reach her ankle restraints with her hands and by bending down to get at them with her mouth.
      When both attempts failed miserably given her restricted position, she gave up.
      With her preoccupation of her escape leaving her mind, she noticed something that she hadn’t before. As she shifted uncomfortably on her knees, she realised that her sex was warm and tingling, and that her thighs were dripping with her own juices.
      She was feeling extremely horny.
      I can’t be turned on by those monsters, she thought to herself. Remembering Master’s cryptic talk of injections, she realised that they must have given her a shot of something that induces heat.
      The urge to be touched was already reaching uncomfortable levels, and she was starting to get anxious.
      God damn them, this is why they left me alone and tied up. This is some new sort of torture.
      The longer she sat there, the more she yearned to be satisfied. She pulled on her wrists bonds again, the urge to touch herself and put herself out of her misery overwhelming. She grinded her thighs together, creating little to no friction on her aching sex but it was the best she could do.
      After an indeterminable but agonizing period of time, the door opened and Master and his men stepped in again. It took all of her willpower to stop grinding her hips, not wanting them to let them know how horny she was but desperate to continue.
      ‘We have decided to make a peace offering.’ Master said in his typical impenetrable tone. ‘We make a helpful gesture, and hope that you will allow us to help you properly later.’
      Two of his agents approached her and unshackled her wrists, before stepping back. She lowered her arms, but did nothing other than look angry and flustered at Master.
      ‘Go on, we know you must be desperate by now.’
      Although she dreaded giving them the satisfaction of seeing her under the effect of their drug, she couldn’t bare to go untouched any longer.
      One hand shot to her crotch, instantly slipping two fingers inside her soaking slit while her thumb pressed onto her clit. She began rubbing and jerking her fingers frantically, pleasuring herself before this group of men.
      Right now, Lei Fang’s mind was in another place. She was aware that she was doing exactly as these sickos wanted, humiliating herself and giving in to their drug, but at present it meant nothing to her mind in its primitive and uncontrollably aroused state.
      She soon fell forward on to the ground into a more conducive position for masturbation. The cold, hard floor made her shiver with pleasure as her nipples and breasts pressed against it. Noting this in her animalistic state, she began to move back and forth on the ground, rubbing her chest up and down, enjoying the sparks of her nipples produced when they brushed over cracks in the stone floor. This motion also allowed her to buck her hips up and down, allowing greater and easier stimulation from the hand pleasuring herself.
      Master and his men watched in a remarkably restrained manner despite probably being immensely turned on at seeing this beautiful young woman writhing in the throws of pleasure.
      Lei Fang grinded, bucked and cried for several long minutes, her motions soon gaining pace. Gasps of ecstasy continued to leave her gaping mouth, increasing in tempo and pitch as she hurried towards a climax.
      At the height of her frenzy, her orgasm dropped like a bomb. She expelled a strangled cry that echoed through the room as the rush hit, a new wave of warm juices coating her hand. Her body movement slowed to a stop, and she lay spent, her supple skin covered in a thin layer of sweat.
      Her mind coming back down to earth, she began to remember where she was and what she had done in front of these men. Just as the afterglow had almost petered out and the shame started to creep in, something else was starting to come back.
      Her nipples were still erect, and her womanhood ached for more attention.
      She was still turned on.
      She looked up in horror at the Master, realising that the injection she had received must had been designed to last a lot longer than she thought.
      ‘As you can see, your symptoms have not yet left.’ Master said, as coldly as always. ‘But with our assistance, it can be over a lot sooner. If you help us, we can help you.’
      He snapped his fingers again, and one of his agents approached her.