Chun Li's Ordeal

Writer’s Note: The story below is very much a work in progress. This is my very first attempt at writing a Hentai/Lemon so it’s mainly to test my skills. I’m definitely a feedback whore and knowing that people like/dislike/want something changed/or more fuels my eagerness to write. Try it, I dare ya…but, keep it directed to the story or content rather than my many faults in grammar and sentence structure (I’m aware that I’m horrendous at it so please go easy on me).
Ok, in this story, I chose to represent Miss Li in a more “realistic” interpretation. As in, how would she react as the confident “strongest woman in the world” if presented with a capture/Dom-sub scenario. It might take longer to get to the few sex scenes but I chose to go with a quality story first rather than a plethora of hard-core sexual content in the first chapters. If you’re looking just to get off, you’ll be sorely disappointed with the pace of the story. The goal is for you to take the journey that Chun is going through and feel the pain/humiliation/torment as well as other ‘mixed’ sensations that she feels at that particular moment..

I hope that through some unique story writing I’ll find a way to keep you all entertained and maybe aroused a bit at the same time. Again, PLEEEEASE send me feedback, it only takes one little email/review to improve my motivation to continue. Be that one, yeah you, reading these writers notes… beeeee iiiit!! >=)

Thanks: Huge recognition goes out to Val! As partial editor and content provider, you are a Florida Muse and inspiration for me to continue.

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Chapter 1 – Last updated 6/3/10
Contains: Anal Toys, BDSM, Fet, Humil, N/C, Toys. This is a WIP so this chapter might change in the future
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The woman felt her consciousness shift. The foggy daze in the back of her mind cried, ‘you must go… must escape!’ It was a simple thought really. It kept repeating over and over in her mind, encouraging her to try again. She reached out with her thoughts once more to grasp onto something, anything. The woman felt that overpowering pain filling her thoughts and body. Again she let go to only be surrounded by that uncomfortable void in the back of her mind. Thoughts of ‘…leave now!’ seemed to eat at her very being. She willed herself to try again and reach out. The dull pain seemed to appear like before only this time she forced her mind through and grabbed onto that excruciating sensation. Using this ache, she fought through the nothingness in the recesses of her psyche. She reached out with all her mental strength and pushed through.

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Chun Li moaned as her swollen eyelids fluttered and cracked open to let in a sliver of light. Pain filled her very being as she became acutely aware of herself. It felt as those every inch of her body was inflamed with agony, flesh and muscle at war with each other on which hurt worse. The weak and muffled sounds she made reflected how her body felt at that moment. Vaguely attentive of her limbs, each appendage seemed infinite in both weight and pain. A second muffled moan sent her thoughts towards the sensation that something was in her mouth. The iron taste of blood and thick saliva swirled against something hard, filling her jaws. She was gagged! She felt the ball and the connected strap fit firmly around the backside of her head.

Silent alarms went off in her skull forcing her heavy eyelids open. The room was large and very dark but for a few dim light fixtures along the wall. The brushed aluminum bases topped with a pyramid murky-glass finish provided the only illumination in the room. A quick survey found a few pieces of ancient roman-style couches covered in blood-red velvet cushions. Matching colored pillows were flung about the tops of the unique furniture and each appeared to be carelessly positioned about the vicinity. The ground below the pieces appeared littered with dozens of oddly shaped phallic devices in various shapes and sizes. Most showed up as a silhouette or too dimly lit to appear recognizable but the few she could make out seemed out of place and she willed the thoughts away. The nature and feel of this room was unease and definitely not welcoming by any stretch of the imagination.

Pain shot through her skull as she shifted her gaze, a chair caught her attention. It appeared to look like a throne of some sort. Its silver metallic and gold finish shining through with faint illumination. It gave you the impression of a thick modern art-deco piece but somewhat majestic in design. While almost beautiful to look at, it was unique and strangely out of place compared to the rest of the furniture of the room. The arms and back of this sovereign chair appeared to bend up and outward like that of a perverse flower blooming for its master to sit upon. It was positioned directly in front of her about fifteen feet away and aligned perfectly to where she was lying. Behind this throne loomed a large set of ornate blood-red velvet drapes that went from ceiling to floor and yet seemed strangely fitting for the rest of the furnishings.

Dirty locks of her oily black hair fell across her eyes and Chun Li’s arms involuntarily attempted to reach for her face. A metal chain clinked from the action and echoed loudly along the walls. Her wrist met with a strong resistance and she felt what she thought were her familiar spiked wrist-cuffs catching on something. The warrior woman looked down and back across her prone, face-down position. A look of horror spread across her gagged face as she peered along her exposed shoulder and realized she was secured atop a padded black bench, arms and legs draped down on either side. The sight of her bare shoulder made her realize a startling truth, she was completely naked. Through the considerable pain coursing around her frame, the captured woman pulled at her arms and legs. The cuffs and bonds that were attached to each limb jingled aloud in place.

Panic set in as her entire body tried to move as only a frightened animal could. Throbbing muscles met resistance at every twist and turn followed by metallic clangs and leather restraints groaning in protest. Chun Li forced her eyes shut and mentally succumbed to a series of meditative martial art exercises. With her mind clear as much as her ravaged body would allow, she allowed herself to focus on the situation. She was apparently straddling face down on what appeared to be a thin padded bench like one would see in a gym locker room. Arms and legs bound securely below at either side combined with a sore body. Her conclusion left little to the imagination and she shuddered at the thought of what she went through. She recovered from the brief mental shock of imagining of what she might look like to her perverted captor. With survival mode kicking it, she continued to survey the room for a possible escape.

She was in a large unfinished room… a warehouse maybe or perhaps… no, a dungeon judging by the dank smell of stagnant air. The smell of sex, sweat and body odor hovered near her nose as she took in her surroundings. The helpless woman looked up and became aware of a dozen or two steel chains, some with hooks, hanging from the ceiling in various lengths. Perhaps she could use these to her advantage if her subjugator allowed her some freedom at one time or another. A sharp sudden pain rose from somewhere down below only to follow by a throbbing pain from the same location. She gasped and cried out loud through the gag as the intensity of the ache slowly subdued. That brief moment of focus was gone and she had to get it back if she was going to make it out of there.

Her thoughts collided back to reality as she heard a distance sound several rooms away. It was a large metal door on rusty hinges opening and then closing with a thunderous boom that echoed for what seemed like minutes.

Somebody was coming and it might be her captor… or savior if she dared to hope. Abruptly, the same pain as before sent a new shockwave of overwhelming agony coursing through her exposed body. Eyes rolling back into her head and limbs clenched, she let out a muffled scream from the depths her throat. With the most recent wave of pain subsiding, Chun Li allowed her clenched eyes to finally relax. Her nostrils flaring through the actions of heavy breathing, beads of sweat began to trickle down on her enflamed body. She was at last able to come to her senses.

The pain below was coming from her womanhood and it wasn’t exactly hard to figure out why she was in so much anguish. Her female parts throbbed with the same dull pain the rest of her body felt but with more intensity. A well of anger flared inside only to be matched by the ache of her tormented body. She had been raped repeatedly, over and over and probably throughout the night. The besieged woman couldn’t remember anything at all outside of who she was and her past outside of working for Interpol and joining the street fighting tournament. After a moment of thought and given her present circumstance, perhaps it was best if she didn’t remember her recent past.

A new sensation of ache began to emerge around the vicinity of her violated region. Fresh pain that was present before but only now becoming apparent had been sending her mixed signals. Unable to breathe except through short labored gasps of air, an intense ‘stretched’ feeling surfaced. This was combined with a peculiar sensation of being filled to impossible levels. It was from her backside. It was the source of this new throbbing-full feeling and one she didn’t like because of the location. Another small shock of pain radiated from that region and she attempted to flex her butt closed. Something wasn’t right and this “something” was in the way. Those mixed signals she felt before only became apparent as a large object of what felt like considerable size and girth was secured ‘up’ her bum.

A low moan of frustration and defeat escaped her throat. Her captor had taken her womanhood and apparently violated her backside for the first time as well. Visions of her body being humiliated in this approach… all the while being bent over in this degrading position flashed across her mind. This impossibly huge object had been placed in her bowels for a perverted purpose she dared not let her mind to continue to dwell on. The fact she had been raped and violated in her womanhood infuriated her to no end, but knowing that her backside had been desecrated… this sent waves of shame, dishonor and guilt into her thoughts and she felt herself let go of hope.

In her moment of despair, Chun Li’s body reacted when heard the unmistakable sound of a large metallic door latch unlocking from somewhere beyond her field of vision. Some unknown entity was entering the room and new waves of panic filled her thoughts. She stared forward, willing herself to stay strong and not to give in to the fact that whoever was coming in had a perfect view of her exposed, not to mention, violated private parts. A small set of squeaking sounds echoed softly throughout the room followed by slow and steady fall of footsteps. This person was making his or her entrance while wheeling something with them; and by the sound of it, quite large in size. The foreboding sound of wheels rolling across a dirty-upswept floor sent new waves of the “unknown” into her thoughts and terror overwhelmed her forced attempt at bravery faltered. She tried to look over her shoulder with a look of panic but could only make out the form of a human walking behind a rather large square object placed atop a cart he or she was pushing.

With newfound vigor and a determined gleam from her rage filled eyes, the warrior woman looked forward to the ominous throne place before her. She saw movement just outside her field of vision and cocked her head slightly to the right for a better view of what was quickly forming into an odd spectacle to say the least. Pushing a rickety grey cart of feeble plastic material was a large LCD TV of considerable size and weight. A thin Caucasian man with average body and short brown hair came into view shortly thereafter. He was apparently obvious to the helpless naked woman strapped down before him, but that didn’t stop her from sizing him up. He went about his business of unwinding the power cable as if he was alone in the room without a care in the world. He walked back toward the door and out of site in an apparent attempt to plug it in. A truly screwed up puzzled expression showed on her face as she followed the man’s movements for as far as she could. Was this her captor? His face didn’t look familiar at all and judging by his body structure, she could have easily overtaken him if it was a fair fight.

He walked back into view and pushed the cart a few more feet forward for an improved field of view. The twenty year old fiddled with an electronic tuning device situated on one of the lower trays and switched the TV on. After a few moments of fiddling with the screen and inputs, she took the chance and muffled loudly through her gagged mouth to get his attention. He acknowledged her with a delayed moment of eye contact and went about his business in the same purposeful laid-back demeanor. She felt the need to repeat her moan but the man didn’t even look up this second time around. A third attempt at a muffled noise caused a moment of distraction for the young man and he paused. Turning to the apparent correct input selection, he looked her direction to speak.
“Look, the Master says I can’t … you know… make love to you right now… no matter how bad you want it…”
His tone and words struck a chord with her thoughts. This delusional lackey was under the impression that what he ‘did’ to her was considered ‘making love’. Her contemplations shrieked at the hesitation in his voice… it was as if he had pity not being able ravage her unconscious body again right now.
He continued giving a troubled sigh, “…just sit tight, the fun will continue.” As if suddenly remembering some bit of good news, his tone improved, “Soon as the Masters guests arrive that is…”
It was the second use of the word Master that caught her notice. This master… ‘His’ master was in control of this state she was now in. It was this unknown cruel fiend who was apparently her subjugator and reason she was bound, gagged and forced to endure such a humiliating act. More unwanted images of what she could have possibly gone through were replaced with rage and anger. Filling her thoughts with a wild frenzy only a true warrior could feel, she welled up with a fighting aura that filled her veins with raw, unbridled power.

She stared in the midst of burning hatred at the man who just admitted he violated her. With a face contorted with pain and overwhelming rage, Chun Li screamed at the man through a stifled fury never before seen by the likes of him. The muffled sound echoing off the walls and gaining in strength, the man whipped his head up in surprise and stared at the helpless woman.
“Wha…ahh” was all the lackey could say, completely caught off guard by the power and anger in her suppressed voice.
With a gaze matching the fierceness in her heart, she bucked and lashed out at her bindings. Metal chains creaked and groaned as the wild woman tore at every angle she could feel a bind. A leather clasp holding down her left thigh snapped loose but did little to aid in the thrashing woman’s pursuit for freedom. Though laid back and care-free moments earlier, the man was positively terrified and found the strength to finally pick up his feet and run. The wrath of exerted energy tested the very limits of her body, even in its current ravaged condition. Stifled screams, moans and grunts competed with the sounds of metal bindings being tested to their breaking point.

The footsteps of the terrified man had long since faded by the time the broken woman collapsed her head in sobs and exhaustion. The excruciating agony from her broken body sent waves of numbing dead signals to her brain. As a trained fighter who’s lost a battle or two, Chun Li felt the sickness of nausea inside. Dizziness engulfed her bringing her vision out of focus. Her eyes curled to the back of her head as she fainted from the pain… black nothingness becoming her blanket once more.

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Outside the dungeon of the captured Chinese fighter, a tall angular man with a powerful physic leaned casually against the side a darkened corridor. Absently playing with strand of long blonde hair from his beautiful head, he hardly noticed the commotion and muffled screams coming from the room down the hall. The lackey who had the menial task of performing the errands of Lord Bison had fled for some reason and was headed in his direction. Vega felt a small gust of air from the frightened man’s passing and stared up with a look of irritation. Dressed in a set of finely tailored black slacks with matching Fennix-made Italian shoes, He cocked his head down slightly to the loose white silk shirt and brushed the disturbed cloth straight with the back of his hand. ‘Beauty and perfection should never be disheveled by the likes of one so unworthy’ were his thoughts. Behind the angular Spanish fighter, the fleeing young man rounded the corner and the sound of his footsteps faded away entirely. The seasoned warrior stared forward as the sounds of turmoil died off from the captured woman’s room.
“Usted es un animada uno…” he said quietly to himself in his native tongue. Fading screams echoed playfully in his cruel and twisted mind.

In a cocky yet elegant English voice, Vega spoke aloud,
“The Master” emphasizing the word in a sarcastic demeanor, “is going to have his hands full now. Intentionally ending the mind control on his toy.. tsk tsk” He scoffed, “Right in the midst of all the fun we were having too…” leaving his final words to hang for a bit. “Such an inconvenience wouldn’t you say Sagat?” knowing perfectly well the 7’2” proud street fighter’s disposition of her capture and treatment.

Standing just inside a doorway behind the casually sadistic Spaniard, Sagat made a guttural sound of acknowledgment that was neither for nor against Vega’s previous statement. His patched eye and chiseled appearance staring at computer screen that was monitoring the room of Chun Li from various angles. The sheer power she displayed moments ago was awe inspiring to say the least. He cracked a small smile and tightened his fist in evident approval for the warrior woman’s spirit.

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6-3-10: Chapter 2 is in the works. I hope to have it uploaded soon