50 Shades of Street Fighter

Part 1: The interrogation of Cammy White.

Chun Li bent her knees and dipped into a perfect horse stance, arms held out before her with palms warmed by the morning sun. Her skin tight blue leotard hugged her curvaceous yet powerful legs, revealing every contour and nuance of beauty therein.

Sweat stood out on her brow, running in rivulets into her eyes and over her nose. She blinked them away, refusing to allow anything to disturb her concentration. Close, she was so close to mastering the Kikkoshou…

She lifted her arms over her head, gathering energy, and then thrust her palms outward, bending at the waist and releasing her chi. Instead of an orb of crackling chi energy, all she unleashed were droplets of sweat, which spattered on the large picture window looking out over the seat to Hong Kong. The brightly lit skyscrapers seemed ethereal at this distance, almost too magical to be real.

Chun Li’s flat was in Shenzeng, across the border from Hong Kong in mainland China. Though she was a detective with Interpol, the Chinese military kept her well away from the action in Hong Kong. Mostly, she trained here at her flat and waited for a go call that rarely, if ever, came.

There was the time she’d helped bust up a child pornography ring, but she hadn’t been allowed to enter the building with the breaching squad. Chun Li had to remain on the sidelines, watching other cops get the big collar.

The only reason she’d even joined the police force was to search for her father’s killer. A mysterious international Triad called Shadoloo, headed by a mysterious figure named M. Bison. Her superiors laughed at her, telling her Shadoloo was nothing more than an urban legend.

Chun Li knew better. Her village had been destroyed by M. Bison, her dying father had told her so. She was a loose cannon, possibly suffering from ptsd, and often used excessive force when apprehending suspects. It wasn’t that she wanted to be brutal; her constant training and superior physique just made her much tougher than the average person.

So when Capt. Guile came striding into her quarters that morning she snapped to attention immediately. The big, burly blonde American was her superior officer, and was known for not having much patience. Rumors were his family had been killed as well, but Chun Li had always been afraid to ask.

“Captain,” she said, saluting briskly.

“Attention, Detective Li,” he snapped. Chun Li stood straight, eyes looking ahead, afraid to even breathe. Guile walked a circle around her, eyes inspecting every inch of her physique. She was starting to wonder if he was just getting a cheap thrill eying her up dressed in tight workout gear when he finally spoke.

“You’re looking good,” he said, then coughed. “Healthy, I mean. At ease, Detective. I’m not hear to bust balls.”

“Yes, sir,” Chun Li said, assuming a stance called parade rest; Her legs were widely set apart, knees slightly bent, hands clasped behind her back. “What’s my assignment to be?”

“You’re not getting one,” Guile said, looking out the window. “In fact, I am not here. I was never here. You’re finally getting your chance to go after Shadoloo.”

“What?” Chun Li said, exploding out of parade rest. She grabbed Guile by the arm and spun him around. He seemed surprised by her strength. “Are you just messing with me? You said that Shadoloo was--”

“An urban legend,” Guile said “but I was lying. You and I both know it’s real, because we’ve both lost people to Shadoloo.”

“What are we going to do?” Chun Li asked, quickly grabbing her purse. It contained her passport, badge, and a .38 special she had no intention of ever using. She also had handcuffs, but they wouldn’t fit in the purse. Chun Li snapped both cuffs onto one of her wrists and put the key in her purse, as she often did. “Bust up one of their drug smuggling rings? Attack a safehouse? Don’t tell me that you’ve found M. Bison--”

“Shh,” Guile said, wincing. “Don’t even say his name!”

“What is this, Harry Potter?” Chun Li asked.

“Maybe,” Guile said “I don’t watch anime or whatever, but if Harry Potter is rumored to be psychic then just mentioning his name out loud might draw his attention. We don’t want that. Not yet.”

“Then what do you want me to do?” Chun Li asked, pretty brown eyes narrowed to slits.

“There’s an old coal mining camp about three miles from here,” Guile said, staring out the window again. “Inside, there is a prisoner. A woman who works as an assassin for Shadoloo, or did.”

“What?” Chun Li asked, mouth agape. “You’ve finally caught one of them? Alive?”

“Sort of,” Guile said, rubbing his chin. “She actually works for MI6. I had her transferred here once I learned of her ties to M.--to he who will not be named. Then I had her kidnapped out of her hotel room and taken to the shack.”

“Guile!” Chun Li shouted, forgetting rank. “That’s—that’s highly illegal! What if you’re wrong and she doesn’t know anything?”

“I’m not wrong,” Guile said “come on, Chun Li. Don’t you want to find out where your father’s killer is, where he’s going to be? What his weaknesses are? Isn’t it worth breaking a few eggs to make this particular omelet?”

“I don’t know,” Chun Li said, but in her heart she knew that her mind was already made up. “I guess...I guess I could go and talk to her, at least.”

“You have to make her talk, Chun Li,” Guile said. “Enhanced interrogation is authorized...ah, that is, you’re not operating on the radar here. There aren’t any rules. Get her to talk, and I’ll put you on a task force, led by myself, to take down Shadoloo. Deal?”

“Deal,” Chun Li said, “but I never said I was going to torture anyone.”

Two hours later, Chun Li arrived at the beaten gravel path leading to the abandoned coal mining camp. She could see the top of a rusty digger crane high above the tree tops. Birds ca cawed in the evening air, and she slapped at mosquitoes as she made her way to the camp.

There was a semi circle cut into the side of a hill, with the dark shaft yawing like a maw in the night. Adjacent stood a shack about the size of a one bedroom apartment. A generator was noisily chugging away, with several cans of gas sitting next to it. So, Guile was expecting her to be here awhile.

Her suspicions were confirmed when she got to the front deck and found stacks of canned and dehydrated food, as well as bottled water. It wasn’t like she was a million miles from civilization!

Just how hard did they think Cammy White would be to crack?

Chun Li pushed the door open and found herself in a medieval torture chamber. True, the walls were wood panel instead of lime encrusted stone, but the various devilish implements hanging from them bespoke something much darker than a clerical office.

She was so stunned by the profusion of devices that she didn’t even see the prisoner at first. Chun Li was taken aback when she saw Cammy White. The woman was short, slender, but muscular, with long blonde hair braided down the sides. Whoever had caught her had either removed most of her clothing or she was at the pool, because she wore what amounted to a green swimsuit and combat boots. Her red beret sat nearby, adorned with the Union Jack.

Cammy moved her face in Chun Li’s direction. A white cloth had been tied about her face, blindfolding her. That and the cleave gag tied between her teeth concealed a great deal of her features, but Chun Li could still make out a nasty scar on her cheek.

The MI6 agent’s hands had been bound to the arm rests of her wooden chair with piano wire, which made Chun Li wince in sympathy. Her skin was raw, but at least she hadn’t broken the skin with her struggles.

Cammy’s ankles had been drawn behind the legs of the chair and then bound with wire in such a way that her feet were suspended off the floor. There would be no way to move herself about without the use of her feet, as she lacked the body mass to tip the heavy chair over. Chun Li found Cammy’s posture to be unnaturally stiff, until she realized the blonde woman had little choice in the matter; Someone had wound piano wire about her snow white throat, and bound her neck to the chair back.

Chun Li felt a great swell of pity for the girl. How could they treat her like this? She started to untie the poor girl when she spotted a smart tablet with a post it reading ‘watch me’ stuck on the screen.

She picked it up and powered the device on. It was surveillance video of a busy Hong Kong street. Chun Li spotted Cammy running from the top of the screen. Two big burly men stepped in front of her and she just launched herself at them. Her legs went around the face of the first, and then she dropped her torso below his waist, twisting him in mid air.

She landed atop him, driving his head into the concrete. The other man tried to grab her, but then Cammy jumped into the air, kicking him with the full extension of her leg on the way up. The poor man’s jaw shattered like glass, and Cammy ran on.

Chun Li drew two conclusions from the video. One, Cammy White really did run around in a swimsuit and combat boots. Two, she was not someone to be trifled with. Inside her breast, Chun Li felt the eagerness for a fight. She waned to prove herself against Cammy, like any martial artist might.

That would have to wait. For now, she needed Cammy to talk. Chun Li walked across the room and sat down on Cammy’s lap. The girl groaned quizzically, her speech muffled by the gag in her mouth. Chun Li tapped her on the nose, none too gently.

“This is how it’s going to go,” Chun Li said, trying to affect a sinister voice. “I’m going to free one of your wrists from the armrest. Then I’m going to handcuff that hand behind your back to the chair. After that I’m going to free your other wrist, and repeat the process. At no point do you have a chance in hell of escaping, so no funny business. Nod if you understand.”

Cammy hesitated a moment, then nodded. She muttered something behind the gag which she translated into ‘well it’s not like I bloody well have a choice.’

Chun Li used a pair of wire cutters to free Cammy’s wrist. She gasped behind her gag in relief. Chun Li quickly slapped the cuff on, then pushed her hand behind her back and snapped the other side onto the chair. Cammy did not resist.

Once Chun Li had Cammy’s arms freed, then restrained with cuffs, she went to work on her ankles. Cautious to the end, Chun Li first snapped a leg cuff around Cammy’s right ankle. Then she cut the piano wire and moved the foot in close to her left leg. The remaining cuff was snapped around her left ankle, and only then did Chun Li free her from the piano wire. Chun Li considered the wire around Cammy’s neck, but figured it could remain for the time being.

“Don’t bother screaming,” Chun Li said, untying the gag from Cammy’s face. She then picked out the wadded up cloth from Cammy’s mouth.

“Water, please,” Cammy said, her voice thick from dehydration. Chun Li put a bottle to her lips and tilted it upwards. Due to Cammy’s neck still being tied, she could not tilt her head back, so it was a messy affair. Water ran out of her lips and down her neck, over her torso and between her legs. She gasped at the coldness, and Chun Li noted that her green spandex suit was practically translucent when wet. So, not a bathing suit at all.

When Chun Li took the bottle away, Cammy stammered out;

“More, please.”

“That’s enough for now,” Chun Li said, pulling up a chair and sitting down in it backwards, arms resting on the chair back. “You know why you’re here, right?”

“Woman, Cantonese accent,” Cammy said, a sly smile on her lips. “Trained in martial arts and quite the athlete.”

Chun Li frowned. There was no way Cammy could see through the blindfold.

“Cute,” Chun Li said, trying to hide the fact she was impressed. “I get the accent, but how did you know about the fighting?”

“Your hands,” Cammy said “were quite powerful when you were chaining me up like a criminal. Too, when you sat on my lap I felt how firm your thighs are.”

“Ah,” Chun Li said, feeling as if she were losing control of this situation “okay, whatever. So you read a few Sherlock Holmes novels. I’d much rather hear what you have to say about Shadoloo.”

“Shadoloo?” Cammy said. “Look, I’ll tell you what I told that tosser in internal affairs; I don’t remember any of it, okay? Even world class shrinks can tell you I’m not faking the amnesia.”

“A Shadoloo spy,” Chun Li said “would be trained in how to avoid setting off alarms with psychologists and detectives.”

“You’re not very good at this, are you, dolly?” Cammy asked. Though she was restrained and blindfolded, she smiled coyly. “I’m not the least bit scared, but do keep trying.”

Chun Li stood up so quickly the chair bounced to the floor. She leaped over it and stood right in front of Cammy. Her hand lashed out and grabbed the girl by the jaw. Cammy’s mouth opened, and she gasped in pain.

“Shadoloo killed my father,” she said “so don’t think I’m going to take it easy on you, ‘dolly.’”

“Oh, god,” Cammy said, writhing as much as her restraints would allow. “That hurts so much.”

“Want me to stop? Then talk,” Chun Li said.

“Stop?” Cammy said “I think it’s a bloody good thrill!”

Chun Li released her and stood back, mouth agape. Cammy laughed and shifted in her seat. Worried, Chun Li grabbed her by the braids and pulled her forward enough so that she could see the girl’s cuffed wrists. Both sets of handcuffs, one at wrists and one at biceps, seemed to be locked and secure.

Had she been searched for lockpicks? There was no way to know. She assumed Guile’s nab team had done so, but what if they hadn’t? Maybe she was the type to swallow a lock pick. MI6 did weird things like that.

“Are you still there, dolly?” Cammy asked sweetly. “Did I scare you off? Does the prospect of woman on woman fanny time disgust you so?”

“Shut up!” Chun Li, said, glad Cammy’s blindfold meant the girl could not see her blush.

“Oh ho!” Cammy said, shifting in her seat. “So I was mistaken. It’s not that you find it repulsive, it’s that you’re more than just a little curious.”

“In your dreams, you, you tramp!” Chun Li said, grabbing Cammy’s braids once more.

“Oh, that’s nice,” Cammy said “now call me a slut and slap my face.”

Chun Li slapped her all right, but she didn’t speak at all. Cammy’s head whipped as far as the choking piano wire would allow. The girl gasped in pain, then started squirming.

“The wire...” she croaked “...it tightened...up...can’t…breathe...”

“Oh, damn it all,” Chun Li muttered, grabbing the wire cutters. She already felt bad about hitting Cammy so hard, now she was strangling to death. She snipped the throat leash and Cammy sucked in great lungfuls of air, chest heaving.

“Thank you,” Cammy said “so are we going to continue the interrogation now, or are you going to stare at my tits all night?”

“I think you don’t realize the gravity of your situation,” Chun Li growled. She used the scissors to cut the neckline of Cammy’s thin suit, then ripped it off to the waist. Cammy gasped in surprise as Chun Li cut the crotch and pulled the whole mess right off her body.

“Oh, I see,” Cammy said “remove my clothing, remove my identity. This is so amateur hour. Are you going to hook my nipples up to a car battery next? You could at least let me sit on your fingers while you do it.”

“Stop!” Chun Li said, frustrated to tears. “Stop mocking me! My father is dead, and M. Bison killed him, and you know how to find him!”

“First off,” Cammy said, some of her flippancy flown “of course I’m mocking you. I’m a helpless prisoner, remember? I have only my wits to keep me alive, so of course I’m going to fuck with my interrogator on every level. Survival tactic.”

“What?” Chun Li asked.

“Second, I’m sorry about your father, I really am. If I remembered anything I would tell you, I swear. And third, don’t mention his name out loud. Seriously.”

“Oh, for god’s sakes,” Chun Li said, putting her hands on her hips “I know what you’re up to! Now you’re going to act all reasonable, and get me to lower my guard. Well, it’s not going to happen! And you and Guile with your ‘don’t say his name’ Voldemort crap are driving me nuts. M Bison, M Bison, M Bison. See? Nothing happened.”

“I wouldn’t,” Cammy said. “That’s all I’m saying, dolly.”

“Don’t call me dolly,” Chun Li growled. She picked up the wad of cloth that had previously inhabited Cammy’s mouth and shoved the still sodden mess back in. Cammy grunted in surprise, making little pained noises as Chun Li tied the gag in place twice as tight as it had been.

“You had your chance to talk,” Chun Li said, grabbing a violet wand. It crackled with electricity as she brandished it before the helpless girl. Realizing Cammy still couldn’t see, she jabbed the point into her sternum.

Cammy arched back, screaming behind the gag. Her feet spasmed in the short amount of space allowed them by the chains, and she nearly fell out of the chair.

“Go ahead,” Chun Li said with a sneer “make fun of me some more! I bet this doesn’t feel good!”

Chun Li zapped Cammy right on her left nipple. Cammy squealed, squirming about on the chair. Chun Li feared she would fall right off, so she sat back down on her lap to pin her in place.

“I bet you’re not so damn tough now,” Chun Li said. She grabbed the blindfold and ripped it away, expecting to see Cammy’s blue eyes wide with fear and filled with tears.

Instead, a passionate gaze of unabashed lust greeted her. Chun Li was perplexed about what to do next….

“What kind of creature are you?” Chun Li asked Cammy, pursing her lips. She couldn’t tell if the captured MI6 spy was messing with her or not. The thin, well muscled blonde woman’s blue eyes fairly smoldered with sexual heat, pink nipples hard and erect. In spite of herself, Chun Li glanced down at Cammy’s neatly waxed twat, and saw that the thin pussy lips glistened with moisture.

Cammy said something, muffled by the gag. She spread her thighs wider, and moved her pelvis forward, fairly thrusting her twat toward Chun Li.

Chun Li licked her lips and looked at the violet wand in her hand. The electric shocks didn’t seem to be convincing Cammy to talk. In fact, it was becoming obvious that the girl was enjoying the experience. What was she to do? One thing was certain; She was very self conscious with Cammy staring at her like that.

Grabbing a leather hood off of the wall of torture implements, she approached Cammy. The blonde woman’s shining blue eyes enraptured her up until they disappeared behind the black leather. Even then, Chun Li imagined she could still feel them boring into her. Cammy’s braids were pressed to her neck, thrusting out below the locking collar of the hood.

Angrily, Chun Li threw open the drawers near the workbench, searching for something, anything, that would make the girl squeal—talk, she meant talk. She settled on a pair of wicked looking alligator clamps, shiny metal and with more heft than one would expect.

Cammy perked up as Chun Li approached. She turned her hooded face toward the footsteps, muffled grunting indecipherable. Chun Li took hold of Cammy’s breast, trying to ignore its firm yet pliant feel, and clipped the metal jaws onto the erect pink nipple.

Cammy cried out under the hood, chains rattling as she pulled against the cuffs binding her to the chair. Chun Li put the other clip on, then stood back. Cammy gasped behind her gag, chest heaving as her breathing increased rapidly.

“Nod if you can hear me under that hood,” Chun Li said.

Cammy nodded.

“Good. Are you ready to talk?”

Cammy’s hooded head shook no.

“Damn it all!” Chun Li cursed. She grabbed Cammy by the throat and shook her harshly. “Why won’t you tell me what I want to know?”

As if in answer, the blonde girl thrust her pelvis out again, making soft cooing noises behind her gag. Chun Li realized sweat was standing on her own brow. She was keenly aware of Cammy’s naked, lithe body, writhing in its bonds. So tantalizingly helpless.

Her eyes slowly dropped down to Cammy’s crotch. The blonde girl’s pussy lips were spread slightly, revealing the knot of her inner labia. Chun Li had never been so close to a naked woman before, outside of the locker room.

“Maybe...” Chun Li said, then her voice broke. Clearing her throat, she tried to sound clinical and matter of fact when she spoke again. “Maybe you don’t understand your situation. You’re off the grid. You don’t have any rights. I can do whatever I want to you.”

Chun Li’s trembling hand hovered between Cammy’s sweating thighs, then slowly, surely moved downward to stroke the quivering mound…

To be continued!