The Little Emperor
Capcom owns Ada Wong
**Preface; Company Sergeant Ada Wong (aka Bashir the man) has been lured to a bathhouse to meet a fellow female soldier stuck in Afghanistan after the Cordyceps outbreak. Wong has been separated from her friend since 2013, and its now 2017.
Content Heads-up: dysphoria, futanari, sex, war, self-sucking
"I hear the little emperor." A male falsetto voice echoed through the circular Afghan hammam. She went through a hexagonal room with its arched openings, searching. She opened a wooden door to feel a blast of heat hit her, as humidity filled the space. In the middle of the room was a column with a spigot, that controlled waterflow. Beside the spigot was a lowered layer of the floor going all the way out of the building-like a tub-for a person to sit in water that was two inches high. Hooks decorated the walls, and the ground was made of broken tiles.
A figure in a black burka sat beside the spigot, with big hairy feet hanging out the side. The burka was too small, failing to cover the naked muscular thighs and hairless meaty legs. This was a man, pretending to be Specialist Panzyke. Ada placed her makeup kit and backpack down. Who else could even know about them-especially Specialist Panzykes first name? The man had a grey baklava over his nose and mouth, so that only his eyes were visible.
"You're not Panzyke, where is she?" Wong got her knife out and went over to the large sitting figure. She squatted a bit away in attack mode, knowing this wasn't just any regular Army soldier.
"I had to see you, the last free woman of the Old world." The falsetto voice said. His green eyes stared at her, just like the Afghans; dilated, sex-filled and lusty.
"Why are you talking like that?"
"I'd like to be her, for you."
"You can't be a woman, there is no touch like a woman's." Ada Wong was unable to hide her immeasurable disappointment. "Where is Panzyke?!" She shuffled around in her cargopants pocket and brought out a flashlight, searching around the three other hexagonal rooms of the building.
She looked around and saw his dirty uniform tossed over a mud water bin at the edge, with the name "Valentino." He was a Staff Sergeant. When she walked back up to the burka clad man, she shook her head no again. He was still too masculine for her taste, with a very prominent brow bone. His eyes were hard and cold.
"How about, you let me stay here and protect you while you bathe?" The falsetto voice suggested hopefully.
"No. Get the fuck OUT." Ada Wong grabbed the figure around the neck and started pulling him backwards and out, but his big hands latched onto the ground and he wouldn't budge. He was about 260 pounds, and certainly not someone Wong could move very far, if at all.
"Panzyke was a traitor, in the end, Bashir." The falsetto voice grunted in pleasure as Wong tightened her hands around his thick neck.
She went around to his front, kicked his chest into the ground hard, and stood back. He covered his cock with both hands, trying to get the burka over it and failing. His falsetto voice continued,
"Panzyke? Dropped her weapon, fled to the fucking Pashtuns of all groups-and they fucking embraced her infidel ass! What a convenient ideology. Garcia too. Of course everyone loved them-the Americans and the Afghans. They can simply shout, 'I am a woman!' and every side will pause an entire decades long war, so that they can leave and do whatever the hell they want.
They can't do anything wrong, can they?
Just like you.
I needed Panzyke so bad. Her feminine strength, her small soft tongue.
I wanted Garcia so bad. Her thick ass, her big lips."
His hands tightened over his cock, adjusting himself.
"But they didn't want my ugly mug. No matter what I said. I'm an Italian stud, Wong." Wong huffed in anger, as Valentino leapt at her quickly and grabbed her leg tightly. "I can please you so well! I haven't seen a free woman in years. Do you know what that does to a person?" The falsetto voice became shrill as his big hand moved around her toned muscular calf, feeling the shape of her leg beneath her cargopants.
"Panzyke has been gone that long?" Ada said softly. "You've been following me all this time?"
"Special Forces Valentino, green beret blackops. I've killed so many fighters now; it's too easy. It just never ends, does it Wong?"
"No, it doesn't." She tried shaking him from her leg but he held tighter, breathing even more passionately. His cock was jutting out, with the burka covering the tip.
"It ends for you though, Wong-whenever you want they will drop their guns and take you in with the biggest smiles. Pashtunwale, right? But what about me? Wong? In the states, I'll just get locked up for life-and over here I'd be tortured and killed. What. About. Me?!" His hands clasped in prayer as he looked up at her pleadingly.
"I wanted Panzyke," Ada said stubbornly. There was no trying to fake and fool with chemistry.
"I'll be such a good girl for you Wong." He was smelling her scent along her inner thigh, pre-cum oozing out of his thick cock.
Wong wiped away a tear of disappointment and swallowed her despair. "You're Jill now."
"Rudy is gone and Jill is here now." The man stared up at her with deadened happy eyes.
Wong bent down and kissed his forehead, "Jill."
She kissed his lips through the baklava, "Valentine." She breathed.
She grabbed as much of his neck as she could, and yelled, "Submit!" She pushed him lightly and stepped back again.
He bowed and kissed her boots.
She sat down, leaning against the column, and pushed her boot into his burka covered forehead.
"Take them off for me, Jill. I've had a shit day."
"Anything for you my little emperor." His falsetto voice shook hard as his large frame moved to hover over her small body. He moved his baklava down to his neck.
Wong started talking as he sucked on her toes and jerked his hard cock fast.
"BCS is gonna get themselves fucking kill-toh! That feels sooo good. Mmm" She found herself smiling just a little bit.
His breathing was fast-unsteady, but he kept up his falsetto.
"Babe what happened?" Jill asked. She easily engulfed most of Ada's foot in her mouth.
"Massage my legs!" Wong pushed her foot into the back of Jilll's mouth.
One large hand over each calf, clumsily squeezed them, like a stress ball. Her already tender muscles screamed in agony, but she only allowed herself a small grimace, keeping her shriek deep down inside.
Wong laughed and withheld her complaint, "Jill dawrling, you are doing so well." Jill's hands released Wongs legs and frantically jerked off her massive cock. Jill's hoarse voice grunted. A thick splay of cum released into the air, hitting the columns at the other end of the bathhouse.
"My body demands you Wong, but I won't let it this time."
Wong nodded approvingly down at Jill, "You must submit to me Jill."
"I want to submit."
"Good girl Jill. Take off my blouse and kiss my neck. I haven't had a good massage in years now. A girl needs a massage to relax." Wong moved away from the column.
"Ahh I see." Jill bent down behind Wong and sucked hard on her exposed neck, reaching around to her breasts. Jill's saliva decorated Wong's neck. Wong winced in pain at the unyielding pressure, imagining Panzyke's lips instead.
Wong pushed Jill's trembling hands down a bit more to her stomach. Wong's hand managed to cover Jill's fingers, and guide them to open the Velcro blouse. Wong got up, using Jill's thick thigh as leverage. Jill stood up behind her, keeping her massive body slightly away and bending lower to try and match Wong's short height.
"Jill, massage my shoulders. Slowly."
Jill let out a low shuddering grunt as Wong's hand guided her palms back up her back then pressured Jill's fingers to dig in." Wong let out a yelp and as Jill's hands put too much pressure on her sore muscles.
Jill's hands glided down to Ada's breasts and pulled Ada backward into Jill's belly suddenly.
"Submit Jill! You must submit!" Wong was panicking as the iron grip held her down fast. Jill was bent still, so that Jill's head was snuggled up tight to Wong's neck.
It sounded like Jill had just finished running a marathon, as she started humping Wong's ass. Jill's sword of a cock was sliding along the top of Wong's bubbly cheeks. It felt wide and heavy, like a metal baton. Wong elbowed Jill, who immediately backed away and kneeled on the ground, jerking her cock with both hands and bending over to hide it.
"I've ruined everything! I'm so worthless." Jill's cock let out another burst of cum and she panted heavily, putting her face against the tiled floor.
"No, Jill that's not true at all. We have to reset now-understand?"
"My body needs to be inside you Wong, you don't understand how maddening it is to try and hold it back!" Jill punched the floor, breaking the old tile apart.
"Hormones are so powerful, aren't they darling? You're Jill now though. Say your name."
"I'm Jill."
"Again." Wong commanded.
"I am…Jill."
"And you're my girlfriend."
Jill looked up from her kneeling position.
"Unless you don't want to be my girlfriend-." Wong said casually.
"No! I do! That's the only thing I want!"
Wong went over and tore the burka hood down, grabbing Jill's short cut brown hair.
"Then fucking. Submit!" Wong slapped Jill hard, again and again. Wong was furious.
"I deserve that." Jill said in a deep rumbling voice, staring up at Wong.
"I like that falsetto voice, Jill. Talk to me with that."
"Ok babe."
Wong put the baklava back over the brute's face.
"Now, Jill a woman needs to relax. Did you heat up all this water for me?"
"Yes babe."
"You did good Jill. I'm so fed-up bathing with waterbottles."
Wong tapped her lips with her fingers, thinking about how she could get herself to believe this brute was Jill.
She grabbed her makeup bag.
"Well Jill, since you're my girlfriend I expect you to look your best at all times."
"Crawl over here and kneel beside me darling. Then we can be the same height-funsized! I like women my size, you see."
She grabbed the makeup bag and ushered Jill over to the pool. Wong rolled up her cargopants and put her feet into the warm water. She was pretty sure that her neck was already starting to bruise.
"Hug me from behind, Jill, and rock me slowly."
Of course, babe."
She leaned into Jill then, as the iron grip squeezed her so hard she couldn't breathe. She remembered Panzyke, slapping on her sterile gloves at the military medical post on Bagram. Panzyke was showing off her arms to Wong, while Wong was showing off her tight 6 pack to a lusty eyed Panzyke.
"Loosen" She managed to say. She kissed Jill's neck through the baklava, then pulled it up and out so she could kiss it slowly with just a little pressure.
"My body doesn't care about that, but I do, babe."
"I'm going to put some make-up on you, and you're going to wipe mine off."
"Bashir begone! I finally get to see the face of the woman I've been dreaming of!"
She felt a hot metal piece push hard into her back, and she went limp. If she moved, it might just pierce through her skin into her organs.
"Shit! Sorry, sorry!" Jill's voice went from deep to falsetto. She twisted her body away, and the metal piece was gone.
Wong got some sanitizer out of her cargopants and washed her hands, handing it off to Jill.
Jill used it to get the cum off her hands, She used the spigot to wash her hands.
Wong bent low over the two inch high 'tub' and Jill splashed water onto Wong's face. Her hand engulfed all of Wong's face. Wong instructed her to start at the top and then go down.
"Your Bashir face is very ugly. You put a unibrow on today, huh?" Jill ventured.
Wong laughed and cried at the same time, "I embrace being an ugly man."
"I can't." Jill said.
Wong leaned over, took down the baklava, and pressed her lips lightly onto Jills. She waited, her eyes staring at Jill's panic.
Wong bit and pulled Jill's lower lip out, and smiled mischeviously. Jill broke away.
"I want to kiss you like a woman, Wong." She looked at the ground in shame.
Wong got out her lipstick, and guided Jill's face back to her own.
"Well lets get to contouring! Lipstick first though Jill." She stretched her own lips taught, and Jill followed suit.
"You have very beautiful eyes, Jill. Has anyone ever told you that?"
"No. I guess I never cared? But I think I do. Care."
"Well it's true. And your lips-with this lipstick on-really pop."
"Wong I want to breed you. Can I breed you, as your girlfriend?" The falsetto voice asked huskily.
Wong's finger touched the Jills smooshed nose three times.
"Not. Just. Yet. You need to massage my whole body first and then massage inside me with your fingers."
"Why Wong? Why?! Don't you just wanna fuck!" Jill was perplexed, as her cock danced needfully underneath the burka.
In her head, Wong shouted at Jill, I'm in the middle of a fucking warzone you clueless asshole!
Wong smiled cheekily at Jill. "My clitoral muscles, right? I can't feel them while the rest of my body is begging for release. You see?"
"Why don't girls just say these things?" A low rumbling voice complained.
Wong slapped Jill's face lightly, "Hey! Mind your voice."
"Right! Babe." Jill bowed again with respect. "You're my little emperor, I submit to you."
"Now that's the words that turn me on!" Wong smiled wide now, her tongue pressing up against her side front teeth.
Jill's bright red lips finally smiled-hideously-for the first time in years. Triumph on her face.
"Jill I need you to pull and shake my muscles so they aren't so taut-release me!" Wong lay down on a red mat that Jilll had put on the ground. She still had her green military shirt on, and her cargopants.
Jill hummed while she pounded hard at Wong's back, pulled at Wong's arms and started kneading Wong's lower back. She was fast, careless and too rough.
"I don't mind your cock anymore Jill, I like feeling it on my back."
"You mean my big clit?" Jill said, a bit hurt.
"clit, ooh yea I love sucking clits." Wong said, reminiscing about her own clumsy attempts with women at Bagram. She was getting wet just thinking about it.
"You know," Jill said-regaining some semblance of composure in her voice-"if you think about it, clits are just micro-dicks. I just happen to have an-" her voice went deep into its natural state, "extra big ass clit."
"That's from idiocracy isn't it?" Wong started laughing. "that was good. If I take off my pants, can you control yourself Jill?"
She felt wetness on her back as Jilll's clit ejaculated again. Jill's falsetto voice started breathing hard again, "Y-yes I…"
Wong felt Jilll's hands shaking on her shoulderblades. Jill was frozen.
"Back up Jill. I need you to concentrate."
Jill snogged the back of Wong's neck and stood back, kneeling and massaging her cock.
"Hands behind your back Jill! I want you to lock them there. I don't want you coming up behind me now, see?"
Jill groaned in frustration. "I'm not good enough to be your girlfriend, am I Wong?" Her fully dilated eyes stared up at Wong as she started sucking on her own covered cock wildly.
Wong tried not to show her disgust, She went over to her backpack and grabbed her toiletries and makeup kit. She went back to the spigot and focused on taking her shirt off, throwing it over to her backpack. Then she slowly shimmied off her military cargopants. Her labial mounds had been lasered before she left for deployment-even still after all these years it was hairless-and felt like velvet.
"No relationship is perfect, Jill-it's just work. I don't believe in that star-crossed lovers bullshit. But if you're a girl, then I'm willing to try to make us work. Nobody else in the BSA or the BCS platoons even thought of such a concept. If they had I would've been theirs. Crawl up to the spigot and wash me Jill."
"Yes emperor."
The burka clad woman with her swinging cock duck-walked over, her cock hanging engorged with its large veins visibly pulsing.
The water level was low, but Wong playfully splashed in it. "Here's some soap Jill. Now you get to wash me. Aren't you just such a spoiled little brat?"
A hand grabbed her arm, pulling it next to the spigot, and rubbed soap onto the parts where the water fell.
"The police told me where to find you." Jill said casually.
"Tajik fuckers."
Jill's hand splashed water down her back and then rubbed it. Wong had to steel herself so that she wasn't pushed forward.
Wong let out a moan of pleasure as the warmth spread around. Jill's mouth was biting and sucking onto her shoulder now.
"Jill this is exactly what girlfriends do; they shower together and clean eachother."
"Is it now?" Jill's hand was squeezing Wong's breast so hard it was making Wong tear up involuntarily. She tapped Jill's hand, and Jill stopped.
Wong lay down flat in the two inches of water, with one leg up.
"Suck my clit Jill." Jill moved swiftly, her hands kneading Wong's asscheeks as she attached her mouth to Wong's smooth lips.
"Mmm you look so beautiful Jill." Wong smiled down at her. "I'm lucky to have you as a girlfriend." Jill's eyes still looked deadened with lust, but she made an effort to relax her bruising grip on Wong.
"Don't suck so hard! Jill like it's a pacifier ok? Like it's a pacifier for baby Jill." Jill was stronger than a hoover vacuum for gods sake
"Hold my hand while you suck, Jill. Girlfriends hold hands."Jill crushed her hand. Wong pulled Jill's hand to her mouth, and started sucking on Jill's fingers, biting down hard on them.
Jill paused to let out a slew of ecstatic curses. Wong felt cum spew onto her naked inner thighs.
"Lay down Jill, I wanna suck your clit."
Wong climbed on top of the burka and spread her legs out, putting her lips on the tip and sucking as hard as Jill had. She felt Jill's grip wrap around her torso, as Jill got up, carrying Wong in one arm, and started licking and slurping on Wong's labia. It was like Jill was starving inches from death. She buried her nose into Wong, digging her tongue in and pressing out against Wong's tight vaginal walls.
She thrust gently, trying to press more than just her head into Wong's small mouth.
Wong coughed and sputtered. Jill held Wong up horizontally with her arm and stared at her passionately as she ate Wong out even more. Wong screamed as she felt an orgasm expand within her. Jill fell to her knees, grasping Wong in a hug.
"I want you inside me Jill. I want my girlfriend's clit against mine."
Jill lay down with Wong on top. Wong grabbed Jill's massive clit and started rubbing it against her own. She spit onto her hand and massaged Jill's member.
Jill let out a feminine moan as she thrust up into Wong. Her clit head was so big, that getting it inside had Wong yelping. Wong moved her labial walls apart.
"Thrust Jill."
Jill moved her cock likea jackrabbit, slamming the walls to no avail. Wong was too small for Jill. Wong felt embarrassed.
