Stubborn Queen
The next day swiftly came, much to her displeasure. She tried to burrow herself under the covers wanting nothing more than to believe this all had been a nightmare. She should be with Guile, not this monster. She felt him hug her from behind now reaching under the covers. His hands roamed her body then quickly began fondling her breasts and wetness from below. His hand managed to snake its way under stockings and underwear, gently coercing her to continue.
If this was what he wanted, she'd give it to him all right. She would make him feel her guilt and pain...She'd give everything back to him that he made her feel, that he had forced onto her, ten times fold.
She allowed him to continue this even parting her own legs, moaning with satisfaction. Wanting more, he pulled the thin stockings down, surprised she hadn't even removed her shoes. He decided to do that for her as well removing her underwear afterwards. He understood she still was a virgin and everything which had taken place before between them to all have been an illusion. He knew this before yet had still played along with the little game. He reveled in delight how easy it was to win now rubbing himself against her wetness while continuing to fondle her breasts and clitoris.
He placed his face against her neck gently biting a soft ear then asking "How does it feel being bested at your own game? Hm, beloved one?"
She shuddered in response, feeling more than violated at this remark. He must have used his powers to peer into her mind last night, right after the poor soul had cried herself to sleep.
"Please be kind to me, Bison. I'm showing you kindness now, aren't I? You've already won...Why hurt me further with painful words?"
He turned her over suddenly, his member pulsing at a threatening closeness from her purity. An inch further and she would be violated.
"Call me by that again and I will take you now. I can assure you, you're first time will be anything but pleasant. Do you understand?"
He grabbed hair roughly, pulling painfully back while his other hand tightly rested around her neck. She cried out from this action whimpering out a pitiful "yes".
""Yes" what? What have I told you to call me before, woman?"
"Master..."
"Excellent. Now, put both words together in order to form the correct response."
"Yes...Master."
He gave an eerie smirk, making psychotic statements, not much to her surprise.
"In fact, I wish to often be addressed by you as "My Master" in public as well as around my servants. You will address me as either "Daddy" or "Pappa" while we make love in private. I would prefer you to say this in your native tongue since that is what you so affectionately called your father, isn't it, wo qin ai de nuhai (Woe-Chin-Eye-De-New-Hi)?"
Now he certainly was going too far. He just called her what her father often did as a child; "my darling girl".
"Have some sympathy...Pappa, please."
She had to force those words through clenched teeth, holding burning anger at bay. Her brow arched upwards as she fought back tears, yet still, failed.
"Why did you have to bring this up? Why remind me of what you took away?"
She felt his tongue lick her tears away as his lips rubbed against her own, another cruel, vindictive smile forming onto his lips. He rubbed himself against her womanhood, barely able to contain himself any longer.
"To remind you not to make the same mistake. Never interfere with my work, Spring beauty."
Yet another affectionate term her father used. He certainly enjoyed rubbing salt further into wounds but what else did she expect? She lay in the bed of a tyrannical, cynical, ruthless, narcissistic and insensitive dictator. His arms enveloped her in an unsettling warm embrace, now cradling the head he had caused agony upon only moments before- not to mention years. She kept her eyes closed, remaining silent as he finished the brief session, ejaculation spilling against her womanhood begging for entrance. Her arms remained at her side until he moved away, wiping himself off with her top. She turned over onto her side, facing away from him, wrapping arms around herself.
"Get dressed. Afterwards, you will come downstairs for breakfast. If not then the outcome will be problematic on your behalf. Do not force my hand into committing a regretful and irreversible act."
He stated this sternly while dressing, a brief uncomfortable moment of silence passing by as he finished. Before exiting, he gave one last order, looking over his shoulder standing in the doorway, casting a frigid stare.
"You will not shower, eat, sleep nor do anything else unless I deem it to be a necessity. In fact, I will expect you to wear my semen underneath your wedding dress today as a reminder of what is yet to come and quite literally at that. I will have you in my bed tonight until my desire has been temporarily sated. Is that understood, wo qin ai de nuhai?"
Her grip tightened around her own arms as she hissed out a response, fuming with anger.
"Yes, Daddy."
He scoffed, slamming the door in response. She fumed while dressing herself, going into the bathroom and at least washing her face off after. She checked the medicine cabinet to the forest green marbled dresser's left first for a toothbrush having to stand on her tip toes while doing so and yet to no avail did she find one. Next Li checked the dresser with the enormous wall mirror inches above it noticing a spare toothbrush kept in the far left top drawer also grabbing a tube of toothpaste placed beside it. Li made sure to take her sweet time brushing her teeth. She felt like braiding hair just to spite him. He may have thought he had broken her entirely but he was dead wrong. She didn't need any deities help in causing his life to be hell. When it came down to it, she was fully capable of fulfilling that arrangement herself.
Ten minutes went by of her master idly waiting, tapping his fingers on the long dinner table with one hand and resting his cheek on the other with left ankle crossed over right knee. He began to grow impatient as a maid carefully poured more tea into the white tea cup which had been ever so elegantly placed onto a saucer. His glance rested at the end of the hall, two butlers and two guards standing at attention in the open doorway leading to a grand staircase. The submarine did have a very lavish appeal indeed.
His eggs and toast were growing cold as she made her way into the room, taking her seat at the far end of the table. He made a slight "tsk" sound at her decision choosing to scarf down his food instead of engaging in brief conversation. She bowed her head, praying internally for a moment then looked down at the plate of food fixed only minutes ago. It was her favorite- strawberry crepes. The two ate in silence, him finishing long before she had. It only took him three minutes to feast whereas with her; eight.
He resumed his tapping, tightening his hold with his other hand on the table's edge, choosing to place it there instead of against his cheek. His icy glare seemed to shoot straight through her very soul penetrating the deepest depths of her subconsciousness. Her gaze gradually trailed up to meet his as she stood slowly now walking over to him. She stopped at his side, tilting her head in a somber type of way. Her bangs were flipped to the side while wearing a braid. He enjoyed this new look.
She chose to test his patience with her next choice of words, completely throwing him off guard.
"You're not all that tough when one shows you sincere kindness, are you, Daddy?"
Fuck it all, he'd take her then and there if it weren't for that promise he made. She knew very well what it was she was doing to him. She lightly placed a hand on his shoulder, trailing fingers slowly up to his cheek, softly cupping it then settled on his lap. She began kissing him softly as he gave an unflinching stare. That he didn't mind much. However, when she began grinding against his crotch, that's when he nearly lost control and broke his vow.
That invisible force made its presence known again by restraining movement, causing her to limply sit there in his arms.
"My darling girl, needn't I remind you that your consequences have actions. Once more, do not force my hand into committing an act I shall regret."
"What Bison? What could you do to me that would be such a regretful decision?"
"Woman, you are taxing my patience a great deal. I strongly advise to hold your tongue before this act is made into a reality."
He physically removed her from him, allowing movement to return once more. She quickly walked back towards the stairs freezing in place at his harsh, low growl of a command.
"Did I give you permission to leave?"
She hesitated before answering, slowly turning to meet his frigid gaze.
"Well, little girl? I expect an answer."
He waved his subordinates away in dismissal and that's all it took for them to leave. That one small wave signaled that he needed privacy or else the consequences for their disobedience very well could prove fatal.
Another unsettling moment of silence passed between them.
"Come here."
She stayed there, as though she were rooted to that very spot. If she chose to obey him then he would win. Yet if not, he may take one of her friends lives or perhaps punish her severly. While she did want to test his limits, thoroughly discovering each unique one, she didn't care to put anyone's lives in jeopardy. With great reluctance, forcing herself to move, she obeyed, assuming her previous position. All of the sudden, his hand grabbed both her wrists with ease, forcing her over his knees, brutally spanking twenty times.
At the end of the punishment, after each moan of pain, he explained why he chose to punish.
"Since you choose to revert back to childish ways by bouncing on my lap I choose to treat you as such. Until you learn to act as a lady does you will be punished in this way. Is that understood or shall I give you twenty more lashings?"
She forced herself to give a reply, withholding tears successfully this time around.
"Y-yes Bison! I mean-"
"Call me that one more time and I will do much more than spank. You may lose the contents of your partially digested breakfast."
She hastily corrected herself, gripping roughly onto the chair's edge.
"I'm sorry, Pappa."
He let out a laugh which seemed to say "How incredibly asinine can you be?" while turning her over, sitting his forced lover on his knee.
"Are we in our private bedroom?"
"N-no."
"Ah, that would mean we are currently residing in a public dwelling for the time being, correct?"
"Sorry, my master."
"Ahh, that's a good little slut. Now I want to hear you say those words as you make love with my mouth."
Seeing no other option, of course she obeyed, managing to moan "Yes...mhh...maa...ser..." as he flooded her mouth with saliva and intense tongue kisses. He sucked on her tongue from time to time, even licking her cheeks and biting gently onto her lower lip. His erection became more than evident when picking her up hastily, placing the pleasure source against his urgency.
After doing this for almost eight minutes he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, pulled them down to his thighs and firmly but not roughly, grabbed her head, commanding her to open her mouth wide as he ejaculated into the open cavity, with her swallowing every last drop. She of course obeyed, this time without hesitation.
"Get on your knees, darling girl. Open that mouth wide for Pappa's seed...That's right."
She looked up at him with watery eyes, mouth quivering, a mixture of their saliva trailing down her chin. He stroked himself hard and fast that engorged organ demanding her attention only erect for her.
"Moan for me, my little slutty darling. Moan for your Daddy..."
"Yes Daddy...Let me taste your sweet, sweet nectar."
"Ah, fuck!"
He placed his tip into her mouth as his "nectar" spilled down into his darling's throat, tasting surprisingly sweet indeed, containing a hint of saltiness. She drank it all while moaning gently clutching onto his lower thighs.
"Thank you, Pappa...My master."
He wiped his tip against her lips, expression still pained. It made him want to shove himself deep into that succulent womb already, re-enacting a few of their sessions from her previous illusions...Only with them, of course.
"You may now go to our bedroom. A servant will aide with your dress fitting."
She did as told, walking with head hung low.
'This is a game you will not win my dear, not even once.'
A servant did indeed wait outside of the room opening the door for her upon Li's arrival.
"I am Ellen. Please choose from these dress selections."
There were twenty dresses in a large closet. Some had a mermaid style, other an a-line cut and a few were of a princess design. None looked plain seeing as how all were adorned with diamonds. She chose the princess gown, knowing that's what he more than likely wanted. The tyrannical king yearned for his submissive queen to rule along side him...Or perhaps underneath him only in bed.
The dress truly did look amazing on her. She did indeed bear a striking resemblance to a gorgeous queen, holding a bouquet of white and pink roses as Ellen placed a sparkling veil onto her head, along with the accessory hair piece- which resembled more of a crown- to hold it all in place. She kindly asked Li to sit down as she placed white closed toe high heels onto her feet, bowing as she backed away then turned and opened the door for the soon-to-be bride.
Li slowly walked out of the room, looking around in awe at the changed appearance of the entire facility. There were roses adorning the banister, silk crimson and rose pink tulle lining the walls along with two make-shift, yet realistic, pillars leading into the main hall. As she entered the ceremonial area, an enormous crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling's center, completing the final touch of ambience.
There he stood at the end of the aisle wearing a tuxedo- much to her astonishment- a priest standing to his left. She seemed to nearly lose consciousness at the sight almost falling over then shaking her head in dismay to prevent from doing so. Before she knew it, despite having broken out in a cold sweat from the moment this wedding began, somehow it was now her turn to repeat the wedding vows. She stuttered at first, saying what had been required as they both placed wedding bands onto each others fingers, now kissing.
He wore that usual wicked smile, only wider this time- she had at last looked directly at his face during this encounter- dipping her low as he gave a deep, longing kiss. She clutched weakly onto his arms, her legs nearly giving way again. She would have fallen if it weren't for him carrying her back to their bedroom (he strongly sensed her weakened state, preventing the fall) opening the door with ease and gently setting his young bride on the luxurious bed. She put her hands up, trying to fight back tears yet again as he made hasty attempts to undress both himself and his new bride.
"Please, wait...Just wait a moment, please. Can't we talk for a minute?"
Her hands rested against his half naked body, feeling his well-toned abs against her clammy appendages.
"Pappa...Please wait."
He restrained himself from going any further, sighing in frustration the moment she began to cry.
"You told me you would become submissive if I allowed your allies freedom. Is this a promise you're taking back now?"
"No, no it's not that. I just...I want to be held first. Can we hold each other before you have your way with me, Pappa?"
He looked at her innocent demeanor sitting there, only wearing a white slip; a further reflection of her chasteness. For once he agreed to her wishes, since they were after all in their private chambers. He laid at her side, facing her as she assumed the position in turn, reciprocating his hold.
"I wanted this day to come so badly as a young girl...At first and well, I didn't know any better as a child...I told my father I would become his wife when mom died but he just laughed and told me that isn't what dads and daughters do...They love each other in a platonic way, showing affection by simply being there for one another...
The point I'm trying to make and the reason for me telling you this is because I wanted him so badly, to make him happy again and yet, he explained to me why that couldn't happen again. Don't you see, then? I'll never feel the same way about you as you do about me. This is wrong what you're doing and it will never be right.
No matter how hard you may try to break me, "Pappa", it will never happen. Not even if I become a mother to your children. Never will I truly be happy with you or give you the love you crave most from me."
His expression remained almost stoic as she finished, a slight smile still plastered on his face. He remained quiet for a moment's time, which never had been a good sign, slowly bringing his face close to hers.
"If only Dorai could see his daughter now, being raped by her own husband due to her poor choice of words, insolent behavior and lack of respect."
He tore the few articles of clothing away that remained, shoving two fingers inside her sopping wet orifice while watching his little slut writhe in pain. That alone broke her hymen, causing an eerily warm chuckle to fill the room along with a heart-wrenching scream.
"Ah, an in-tact hymen. A pleasant surprise; especially for a female martial artist. Tell me, you naughty little detective, did you feel empowered by your previous responses or might you wish to make a retracting statement at this time?"
He curled his fingers inside painfully slow as her screams grew louder, tears flowing at a relentless rate. Her wetness didn't help to lessen the pain much...unfortunately. After a brief pause and more painful movement she did beg for his mercy.
"Forgive me...Daddy, please. I-I was wrong for hurting you in that-that way. I spoke out...of anger. You're too good for me and...I was foolish for thinking I could ever best you...Please Daddy..."
He removed his fingers, thoroughly licking her virginity from his hand, placing his tongue against her longing before stating "That will suffice.".
He nearly licked and sucked her into orgasm, stopping just before, greedily lapping up excess blood and vaginal discharge. He knew she felt more than ready to have him and would be erupting into her womb- whether she was receptive or not.
"Are you prepared for Pappa's member, my sweet darling?"
She spread her legs wide from him, the ruthless captor hovering above now, bending down and sucking on perky, luscious breasts.
"You certainly will be feeling much suckling within the next ten months. I strongly advise to become used to the sensation."
After a short time he trailed his tongue up to her moaning mouth, still fondling her clitoris from below.
"You're mine, Chun-Li Xiang."
He embraced her while kissing, thrusting mercilessly into her already gaping entrance. He paused for a moment after her screams and sobs subsided, moving at a slow, steady pace until unexpectedly increasing strength and speed. He did this for nearly half an hour, making the session last as long as she could stand. He knew deep within she couldn't last as long as she thought.
She felt dirty...Just like a slut taking deserved punishment...except she didn't feel as though it were deserved. Not like him; not the way he thought.
"Pappa...have mercy."
He bit down on her neck applying a brutal amount of force. It wasn't hard enough to draw blood, yet, had the potential of leaving a scar. He did this gripping a shoulder with one hand and ass with the other, burying so deeply into her that he pushed past her cervix. In a matter of seconds he found her major internal erogenous location, nearly having her release but somehow, she resisted. She was toying with him. Still.
He pummeled into her at this swift realization, causing a violent, mind-numbing orgasm accompanied by more screams to send him into one of his own, his forced lover's insides milking him thoroughly. It felt as though their lower halves were made for each other, his erotic organ marvelously fitting inside her alluring entrance.
She felt his seed spill deep into her womb, hips rocking uncontrollably at her first true moment of euphoria.
He squeezed her shoulder and ass so tightly that small trickles of blood came out paling in comparison to the pleasure felt. All she had done in that moment was clutch onto his back squeezing tightly, not clawing. Unlike him, she didn't care to cause any physical harm, not during intimacy; if one could truly call what had just happened that.
'I'm not all that certain how to feel after this...The experience did feel amazing- well most of it anyway- but still, it didn't happen with the right person...It should have been with Guile...'
Just then, she recalled how he had the ability of telepathy. A look of sheer regret washed over.
His frigid stare returned once more, those same unforgiving white snake eyes peering into the depths of her soul.
"Wa-wait...Please! I can't help the way I think! Forgive me, Daddy, please! Find it in your heart to forgive! Believe me when I say, I can't help the way I feel!"
She sobbed the pitiful plea yet to no avail did this appease his jealous rage. With a sickening crack, in an instant, her wrists were broken. A delayed, blood-curdling, agonizing scream resonating from deep within filled the entire room and corridor with its haunting sound. Tears didn't come this time. She only laid there trembling in shock.
"There, think about your other lover in your futile efforts to please yourself when you wake, disfigured slut."
He had his fill of her once more as she lost consciousness from the shock felt, ejaculating again inside his lover only two minutes later. That short second session had been performed out of jealousy, not love.
He furiously strode over to the shower room when finished, taking a quick one then pulled up a chair previously placed against the wall, sitting at her side, casting that same unforgiving stare at this foolish, petulant little girl. She would only think of him. She would only obey him. This would be driven into that stubborn, obstinate skull of hers. Otherwise it was her life that would be a living hell. As always his little slut remained one step behind.