Bison's Women

      Author’s Note

      This is the first chapter of hopefully a three part series. Don’t expect the next two parts any time soon though as I’m so busy these days I hardly get time to work of my fan-fiction these days. Enjoy this part for now, just don’t wait up for the next two!

      Bison's Women: Cammy White

      It’s never a good thing to be summoned to see Bison alone.

      As Cammy walked the narrow corridors of the in-flight aircraft, she steeled herself at the thought of a disciplinary at the hands of their leader. When important Shadaloo missions go south it was common for Bison to kill the team leaders responsible - in front of their own squads - with his devastating psycho powers.

      For Cammy though (and, she suspected, many other female operatives) a summoning could also mean something else. A far from pleasant alternative but she’d take it over death.

      Bison was out of Shadaloo territory on business and Cammy had been temporarily assigned to the attachment of troops aboard his private jet. Seeing as she hadn’t been on any missions that had failed recently she hoped he had called for the latter type of rendezvous.

      The door to Bison’s quarters slid open. He was sat behind his desk, talking on his mobile phone in that arrogant and confident manner of his with a glass of red wine in his spare hand.

      Cammy stepped inside, the door closing behind her. She saluted her leader in the manner he demanded of all Shadaloo agents. After standing to attention for a few seconds she didn’t register a noticeable reaction to her presence. She made no further attempt to gain his attention, hoping not to disturb an important call and put off what seemed like the inevitable.

      Bison let out a booming laugh as a result of his conversation. Afterwards, he placed the wine glass onto his desk, reaching for a control panel. Cammy could hear the door locking behind her. Not making eye contact or breaking his phone conversation he raised his index finger to the air before he motioned downward with it at the spot next to him.

      Cammy approached as ordered, moving around his desk as he swivelled in his throne-like chair to face her. Finally looking her in the eye, a maniacal toothy grin on his face as his continued to talk, he reached down with his free hand and unzipped himself.

      “Servicing” Bison was never a dignified experience for Cammy but this time he didn’t even have the gall to engage her in any small talk. Nope, it was just “come to my office and get to work bitch”.

      Cammy did her best to repress a scowl as she sank to her knees. Her hand went to the opening in his red pants, begrudgingly tugging his manhood and balls through the gap.

      His genitals were already warm and starting to tense up as she went to work, one hand working the shaft while the other fondled his abnormally hairless testes.

      Bison’s speech was unaffected and didn’t as so much stir in his seat as the petite blonde went to work on him.

      He was absolutely loving the deliciousness of the situation though.

      Codename Killer Bee was one of his favourite bitches. Out of all of them she hated him the most which made fucking her the most enjoyable. It was domination at its finest, humiliating someone who despises you to prove your superiority. Ultimately, they both knew her distain and faint disrespect for him was pointless as she could do nothing to stop the mighty Bison from getting what he wanted.

      Yep, there was little in this world more satisfying in the world to him than fucking a woman like Cammy White.

      She had quickly massaged his member into its full hulking size and continued to rub her gripped hand up and down it. She looked up into his eyes, hoping he was deep enough in conversation to not want to go into the usual second stage.

      Sure enough, his eyes were looking somewhere else in the room. She started to increase the speed and veracity of her ministrations hoping to bring this encounter to its inevitable climax sooner rather than later.

      Bison seemed to cotton on to what she was doing. A firm palm went to the back of head and she stopped her frantic rubbings as it brought her face closer to his crotch. He shot her a vicious look with his eyes despite the rest of his features still being jovial toward his conversation.

      How she wished she could yank the zipper up as hard as she could. Though it was a move that would likely get her immediately executed she kept the happy image lingering in her mind.

      She decided instead on another small but important objective. As long as he was on the phone she had a chance to force a verbal reaction from him that might just embarrass himself in front of his business friend. It was a subtle enough plan that he probably wouldn’t figure out what she was doing. Even if he did, she was merely doing very well with her orders.

      She brought her face to his member, slowly licking the tip of his engorged head with her small moist tongue. She half expected a reaction from him but alas. She ran her tongue under his fleshy shaft right down to his scrotum. Still nothing. She took one of his balls softly into her mouth, rolling it around on her tongue.

      Something sounded like it caught in Bison’s mouth as he had to clear his throat in the middle of a sentence. Cammy smiled a little inside.

      He may be some super powered freak and head of the leading international crime syndicate, but he was still just a man. She always kept that in her mind should she ever have the opportunity to use that against him.

      She lathered up Bison’s pole a little more with her tongue, his musky taste sticking to the inside of her mouth. She swirled around the tip of his head a few agonizingly slow times, before finally taking in his length.

      As she engulfed his head in her warm, moist mouth Bison let out a grunt quite inappropriate to his conversation. Luckily for him, he was currently listening so his colleague might not have picked up on it. He clearly didn’t think much of it, taking another sip of his wine.

      She took in as much of his manhood as she could, which was about a third, before dragging her lips back up the shaft. Then down she went again, barely wrapping her mouth around huge girth. She repeated these motions in a smooth, erotic manner leaving a thick layer of saliva on his organ.

      She realised that to attempt to achieve her petty but worthwhile goal she was going to have to do something she really, really didn’t like. But if she did it now it might catch him unawares.

      She took a deep breath through her nostrils as she plunged down once again, determined to take as much as his shaft as possible. She sank past her comfort zone, suppressing her gag reflex as she took his head down her throat.

      Somehow, she managed to bury it all, her nose pressing against his stomach and her chin against his large balls.

      Bison had to stop mid-sentence, sucking air sharply between his teeth. His colleague probably thought this quite odd but Bison quickly resumed talking.

      Cammy pulled back enough to get some space in her mouth to take in some air, before continuing to deep throat him. She soon got into a rhythm, accepting his large manhood more readily.

      Bison was enjoying the slurping and smacking sounds of the young woman bobbing up at down on his proud member. Cammy seemed to be making a real effort today and with very little resistance. It was starting to get distracting though.

      She was still busily working away on him, a mixture of saliva and pre-cum starting to drip from her lips, when she noticed him seemingly trying to wrap up his conversation.

      Realising she had little time to earn another moral victory, she decided decisive action was needed. She stood up and quickly turned around. Bending slightly, she reached a hand to her crotch, pushing the fabrics of her green outfit and her panties aside.

      Stepping back, she grabbed hold of Bison’s erect manhood, lining it up as she began to lower herself toward it.

      She bit her lip as his warm point penetrated her womanhood, continuing to descend quickly accepting its full length inside.

      Bison let out a low throaty growl, clearly bothered by what was happening.

      She had to pause for a second to take in the sensation, as she’s forgotten just how big he was. She had to admit that if this cock was anyone’s but Bison’s she would have been immensely enjoying this.

      Feet firmly planted on the floor and hands on his muscular thighs, she wasted little time as she started to bounce up and down on his shaft. A mixture of both of their fluids made it surprising easy in this unorthodox position.

      As the ponytailed blonde continued to rail against him, Bison was desperate to wrap up his conversation.

      “We’ll continue this when my jet reaches America. Right now… we’re experiencing a bout of turbulence.”

      He swivelled the large chair so they were facing his desk before throwing his phone past her and onto the surface. Looks like she’d failed to truly upstage him.

      She gasped as she felt his large hands slip under her armpits and grab both her breasts. She stopped her downward thrusts under his grip. He leaned forward, causing her to shiver as she felt his warm breath on her ear.

      “You’re doing so well today. You usually put up such a fuss.”

      She could tell just from his voice that he was smirking.

      It seemed her plans for a moral victory had come to nothing. Bison still got to fuck her but now he suspected that she was enjoying it for a change.

      Her heart sank, giving over the usual confusing feelings of depression, arousal and shame she felt during their sessions. He began to rock his hips back and forth, encouraging her to do the same.

      After taking a good few squeezes of her clothed mammaries, one of his hands trailed up to her neck, knowing all too well the position of her leotard’s zipper. He tugged the small piece of metal down through the valley of her chest, past her stomach and down to her crotch, effectively splitting the suit in half.

      This hand stayed down there, travelling through her blonde bush to her clitoris. He began to rub the engorged nub in time with her the animalistic rolling of her hips, eliciting some muffled moans from her.

      His other hand had already pushed the separated fabric aside allowing her breasts to hang freely, before immediately resuming squeezing her now bare mammaries.

      Bison was in his own personal heaven. He had his favourite bitch energetically riding him, apparently having broken her of any previous resistance she’d once shown towards him.

      This continued for a while, until Cammy’s movements began to slow. Realising that she was probably running low on stamina, he decided it was time for a change.

      Not breaking contact, he stood up, forcing her to sprawl face down across his desk. She wasn’t best pleased at this sudden movement, but she didn’t put up any sign of protest.

      He gripped her hips with his course hands, scrunching down the mass of green material that had gathered at her waistline, before he slowly but deliberately began to thrust inside her.

      As he increased his pace, so too did the satisfying sounds of the slapping of flesh on flesh and muted squelches. Liquids were flowing freely, coating her ravaged thighs, his large balls and now the red carpet below.

      Cammy was still in a haze as she was railed by her hulking leader, holding on to her hatred for him as if to fight what he was doing to her. In her intoxicated ambivalence she became fixated on his mobile phone the lay next to her.

      What if that phone conversation had been fake? She hadn’t heard any receiving sounds despite her proximity to it during the conversation. Could this whole thing been a rouse by Bison? Did he know she would try to show him up in any fashion necessary? Had she fallen into a trap?

      She wasn’t about to ask him dare she find herself humiliated further. She tried to push the idea of these mind games it from her head.

      Getting more forceful now, Bison’s animalistic thrusts were reaching fever pitch. He started to reach inhuman speeds, his slams against her becoming increasingly painful. She let out a cry as he tugged on both of her ponytails in one hand, forcing her to raise her head and shoulders up from the desk.

      She didn’t need to look back to know that the mysterious purple aura was beginning to surround him. It always did when he exerted his powers and was about to climax.

      A deep growl having built in his throat, he made one final thundering thrust all the way inside her. She felt the undeniable feeling of his seed erupting inside her, milliseconds before he let out a booming roar that rattled her small frame and could probably be heard through half the plane.

      She bit down hard on her lip to restrain a verbal reaction, feeling his tidal flow beginning to ebb away. His grip on her hair fell away, her head flopping back down on the desk.

      They held their positions for a few long seconds, both glazed with sweat and gasping for breath.

      Though exhausted, Bison took a moment to drink in the sight of her. Sprawled across his desk in an undignified manner, he relished what he had just done to her both physically and mentally.

      His member and balls completely spent and shrunken, he withdrew himself and zipped up. She took a second as if to steel herself, then slowly and shakily pushed herself up from the desk’s surface. She pulled up her leotard, slipping her arms back through and zipping it up. She reached down to the fix the fabric at her crotch and her panties with no choice other than to transfer some of the sticky fluid to her fingers.

      She jumped from the impact of an open palm smacking her right ass cheek. It stung like hell, aggravating the bruise that had already begun to form there. She gritted her teeth, wishing oh so much that she could turn and slug him.

      “You’re dismissed, Agent Killer Bee.” He rumbled, the unpleasantness of his breath caressing the back of her neck.

      She didn’t turn nor salute him, making for the door. She hoped that no one would see her on the way back to her quarters where she would partake in the usual post-Bison shower.

      He hit the switch to unlock the door and watched her attempt to make a dignified exit. As she stepped out of his quarters, his satisfied smirk almost erupted into a laugh as he spotted the bright red palm print across her ass.