Familiar Faces
He very much wanted to continue their little wager but he had work to do right this minute; along with summoning Bahtus. Besides, Li needed all the rest she could get. It did feel nice indulging in personal time with his new bride yet now it was past time to bring his subordinates back. Two days without them had been long enough. He felt a tinge of hesitation while making his way to Bahtus's altar room, bowing in submission upon arrival after the door closed. He prostrated himself, speaking in a clear, assertive voice.
"Bahtus, my master, you have already done more than enough for me as well as for yourself. However now, I implore you to bring my men back from where you freed yourself. I call upon you now in this hour of need."
A bright flash of light appeared upon the god's coming illuminating the room's dim red lighting. Burning candles on the altar extinguished each time his deity came, making his presence known even further. The being looked Arabic, hovering in mid air. He had to have been at least ten feet tall. His clothing was ironically pure white, loose pants and an open long sleeved shirt fitting comfortably on a broad chest. Black chains wrapped around wrists and ankles, a thick onyx stone necklace completing his look. Long black pointed horns curved upwards sat atop flowing waist length dark hair strongly complimenting dark eyes.
Unbeknownst to either of them, Li snuck out of bed, following Michael from close behind. She pressed her ear against the door from the time it had closed even making an effort to crack it open. The damned object refused to budge.
'Damn it, he must have sealed it somehow...I felt a shift in auras. I wonder if there's someone else with him?'
She also not only wondered what Michael was getting into but hoped no one caught her. Legs burned so badly from their previous session they almost felt as though the strength would be sapped away right then. Three extra hours didn't seem to help much. A soured expression painted her face while the quizzical woman craned her neck, legs giving way at the worst possible moment.
"You ask me to bring your men back. You know fully well I require something in return."
His seductive, sultry base voice caught her attention as Bison's focus shifted to the door, eyes glowering in disappointment upon hearing the thud. He hoped it didn't come from who he thought.
"In fact, I desire your new bride. Why not come inside and relax for a spell, dear?"
Bahtus opened the door with a wave of his hand, easily pulling his target forward. She kept her gaze lowered feeling too disappointed looking him in the eyes. His vessel crossed tense arms sighing out of frustration.
"And if I were to deny you of your request then we have no deal?"
"That is correct. Choose now. I don't care for my time to be wasted."
Bison let out a frustrated sigh massaging strained temples. He placed his arms back at his side giving a hasty response through clenched teeth.
"Fine then. We have a deal but only on the one condition that I don't have to witness this interaction."
Bahtus scowled at the reply, raising his voice while giving one of his own.
"You are in no position to be making demands of me, slave. You shall remain in this room as I ravage your beloved and stand idly by til I finish."
Michael actually looked as if he might explode but still continued standing in the same spot, seething with rage all the while. Li didn't have any idea how to get out of this feeling more than hopeless.
"It seems as though I have no other choice. Do as you please then, Bahtus. I accept your terms."
He stepped aside allowing the deity full access to his temporary hearts desire. She couldn't even put up a struggle as he waved her clothes away with a flick of his wrist. She felt compelled to go to him, trembling legs bringing her closer to the devil with each step. She wasn't exactly trembling out of fear either. Complete exhaustion shook her to the core, legs practically giving way right then. Now she understood what brought about such a weakend state...It only happened while around Bahtus. Li never even felt this weak after Michael indulged in pleasure on their wedding night. If this was Bahtus's true power felt before their session even began, she was screwed and in too many ways to describe.
'At first I merely thought three hours wasn't enough time to recover...Now I realize that it's all due to this...thing.'
The dim lighting reflected off obsidian skin making the giant resemble exactly what he was. Smooth soft skin...straight nose...full lips...well-toned muscles...She may as well just give in. There wouldn't be any point in resisting his advances. Besides, their session was more than likely going to make Michael green with envy so she didn't mind this much; until she saw what had been concealed within his pants.
It seemed to have ended before it even began. She must have lost consciousness after his enormous and inhumane looking phallus smeared small traces of semen across a not-so-willing mouth. That's the last she recalled upon waking to Michael laying still, fast asleep beside her in their bedroom. He more than likely planned on punishing Li at a later point in time for this or perhaps what had happened already served as punishment enough. She gently moved to stand, only feeling his hold tighten around her mid-section. A small sigh escaped her mouth before deciding the best course of action to take. She didn't like it much but there was no other choice. He had to wake up, if only temporarily.
"Michael, I need you to let me go so that I can relieve myself."
He let out a groan of disapproval, hold tightening further. It almost felt too tight.
'Okay, I tried to be nice to him by speaking in a soft tone and he holds me in a near bone-crushing embrace? That's it!'
"Damn it, Michael. I'm going to piss myself unless you remove your arm and allow me access to the bathroom! Now let go!"
He huffed, let go then turned over with a frustrated sigh. She rushed to the restroom, nearly wetting herself in the process. In the back of her mind she knew he would most likely say something clever or insult her upon returning back to bed but much to her surprise, nothing of the sort happened. He did however say something which caught her off guard.
"Don't think I've forgotten what you had done. You will repay the favor per my request."
She paused before getting back into bed, softly asking "What all...happened? I mean, after I lost consciousness?"
He let out a small sigh, softly responding in return with a tinge of slight irritation "Darling, I have work that needs to be dealt with in the morning. A small group I do business with tried to pull the wool over my eyes, as so to speak, thus leaving me with a score to settle. It will be a big mess to contend with and the clean up process will be long, strenuously long. I'll tell you when we wake."
There was a short period of silence which he thought signified the end of their conversation for the time being until she spoke again.
"Could you please tell me a short version? I don't think I'll be able to rest until I hear what happened. Did he...did he violate me?"
He turned over on his back, letting out another strained sigh.
"Yes, Chun-Li. What else would he have done? He placed you in a state of unconsciousness since your body was unable to handle the massive amount of power. He then kept to his promise, summoning my subordinates Vega and Balrog back from the Underworld. You weren't critically injured as a result from what Bahtus did, this conversation is over. Now go to sleep and we shall talk more in the morning."
She watched as he turned over again clearly finished with both talking and listening to anything else tonight. It took a few minutes for her to fall asleep as she faced away from him in turn. The thought of those two returning never set well with her; even the mere mention of their names caused irritation. A dream filled with great discomfort plagued her that night. She wanted to wake from it but for some reason the entire scenes had to play out no matter how hard the woman tried to wake herself.
It began with the two walking down an empty corridor in some unknown area. The place looked dark, drab almost reminding her of a tomb. Almost instantly they both vanished, returning back to their master. They exited from a dark red portal slowly walking over to both Bahtus and Michael in the altar room. She wasn't anywhere to be seen which must have meant that either the deity or Michael had returned her back to bed. Both men knelt in submission, bowing their heads, thanking the two men in unison.
"Thank you, master. We will forever be in your debt."
Michael dismissed them both as they then exited the room, making their way towards where she rested. Her heart began palpitating quickly as she expected what would come next, trying to remind herself that this was only a dream. It didn't work as a sleeping, uneasy Li continued to toss and turn for half the night.
The two took turns with her, similar to how they had in the illusion, except this time it felt much more personal. The door violently banged against the wall upon entry, the pair on either side of her. She jumped with a start, frantically looking from side to side, covers clutched to her clavicle.
"Well then, look who's all alone now? Don't worry love, we won't be long."
Vega pinned her arms down while he helped himself to her mouth, Balrog restraining both knees while he smirked, making his own snide remark.
"Where'd your boyfriend go, Li? You must not have mattered much to him, huh? But don't worry, we'll take care of you now...Every day and night."
She struggled while deep in slumber throughout the entire dream, waking Michael one hour earlier than he cared for who in turn woke a shocked Li just as the dream came to an end. The dream concluded with her seeming to fall through the bed after both men had their fill, screaming both in the dream world and in reality. She let out a strained scream, standing up quickly on the extra sheet placed from below then threw a pillow which made contact with a disgruntled Michael's face. He let out a defeated sighed, laying back down without saying one word.
She awkwardly sat back down, saying quickly "Sorry, bad dream." before hastily going back to sleep. Hopefully both this dream and the next day would turn out to be far more peaceful than what she had to just endure.