Chun-Li Beats Juri

Chun-Li lifted her face, lighting her expression. She was completely lost to her lust. Her eyes were squeezed barely open with her whorish grin and lolling tongue. The love eggs inside her buzzed audibly, even from this distance, and Chun-Li rubbed her clit with mindless gaze. Juri scowled, activating her Feng Shui Engine immediately, and shouted, "What the hell is this!?"

Chun-Li giggled in a voice unusual for her, "What are you trying to do, Juri? Didn't you want to have fun?"

Juri leapt forward, throwing a spinning kick with furious power and deadly aim at Chun-Li's head. This attack was blinding, faster than Cammy could even track--an instant finisher to anyone else but Chun-Li at her best, and she wasn't at her best right now. She was better. Fueled by the negative energy of Psycho Power, manifested from her descent into depravity, she was empowered with a tamed reinvigoration. In one hand, she grabbed Juri's foot. Juri fell, landing on her hands, her captured foot in the air by her foe's face. She drove her other foot back like a horse kick, aimed at Chun-Li's crotch. Again, this strike was reflexive beyond human ability, fueled by the enhancement of Juri's glowing eye. Her inhuman perception for targeting, and her amazing power from its energy--Juri's strike would stop any other woman from becoming a mother. But, Chun-Li easily brought up her knee, catching this foot with her blocking shin.

Chun-Li, holding Juri's left ankle in her left hand, easily flicked her wrist to throw her foe into the air. Juri flipped, disoriented, and barely saw Chun-Li prepare an attack. She blocked, crossing her arms in front of her stomach, but Chun-Li's powerful kick blasted through her defense anyway, devastating her. She coughed out a stream of spit, eyes bulging, and was sent flying across the ring, slamming to a halt against the turnbuckle. She caught her breath momentarily, slowly rising from the canvas. Cammy spoke in a hushed voice, awestruck, "This is incredible. I can't even see their attacks. That kick… I felt it in my bones all the way over here, and Juri's still getting up!"

Juri was rocked. But, she was still capable of continuing. "Okay, new plan."

She wiped her chin, cracked her neck, and launched forward. She threw a spinning flurry of kicks, striking at her foe's head, then torso, then legs. Chun-Li blocked each strike, but Juri's real plan was revealed when she changed her rhythm, dropping low and stomping, radiating pink energy from her leg. This glowing blast surged through the ring's floor, its disruptive pace allowing Juri to leap up and simultaneously aim a heel kick to Chun-Li's left breast. She aimed right at the tortured nipple, going for the closer. The blast from the floor landed, taking Chun-Li's feet out from under her, tripping her. Juri's kick went unblocked as a result, the prepared block being made shaky by the surprise. Juri grinned in victory, her heel driving into the tortured red nipple. Her heel twisted, grinding the tit into a spiral as her body corkscrewed in the air. She landed on her other foot, pushing hard, sending Chun-Li stumbling back. She turned her gaze gleefully to Cammy, wanting to see the despairing expression of this bitch's friend as she stole their final hope of a resurgence.

A strong hand grabbed Juri's ankle like a steel shackle. Juri's face darted back, seeing a beaming smile on Chun-Li's triumphant face. Her foe said, "Now it's my turn."

Chun-Li moved as a blur, instantly taking Juri to the ring's edge and throwing her outside the ring. But, she didn't release her ankle. Instead, Juri was hanging outside the ring, her knee bent over the top rope, held by Chun-Li's grip on her ankle. Her other ankle was then grabbed by Chun-Li. Juri gasped in realization, looking down to see that the top rope was now trapped between her legs, and she was trapped in Chun-Li's inescapable hands. Juri nervously chuckled, "Uh, hey. I know what you're thinking, but hear me out–"

Chun-Li jumped backward, pulling hard with her grip on Juri's ankles, drawing her back into the ring several feet. She was pulled by her legs with the top rope snugly shoved against her groin, resisting Chun-Li's force. Chun-Li leaned back, digging her heels into the ground, wrenching with her full strength to inch the rope bit by bit further back. Juri's pussy was crushed between the dense rope material and her pelvic bone. She desperately grabbed at the rope to relieve the intense pain between her legs, but there was nothing she could do. Juri screamed in pain as she was drawn back like an arrow, but held so as never to be released from the torturous line. Chun-Li licked her lips, wriggling her hips uncontrollably from her growing wetness. She sighed, "How are you feeling? Does it hurt as much as it looks?"

Juri shut her eyes, managing to reply, "I'm just peachy!"

Chun-Li clicked her tongue, then raised a knee into the air. She slammed down forcefully onto the canvas, shaking the ring. This caused the rope to bounce up and down, reverberating up through Juri's pinched pussy lips and into her body. Juri wailed in pain while Chun-Li kept stomping. Each time her foot pounded the floor, Juri's assaulted crotch was punched by rolling rope waves. Finally, Chun-Li mercifully relented. She stepped forward again, giving slack on the rope until she maneuvered Juri. Juri was flung into the center of the ring, rolling to a stop. She doubled over, holding her aching vulva with her hands, groaning and rolling back and forth.

Chun-Li approached, towering over her. She said, "I bet you that I can make you cry with only one hand."

Juri looked up at her, "You bitch, I'll make you pay for this!"

Juri leapt up with inhuman agility, sending spinning kicks to her opponent, who deflected each strike with an open palm. "Fuck! Off!" Juri screamed, "Parry this!"

Juri leapt forward, striking with her full focus and reckless abandon. She delivered a barrage of powerful kicks with no intention to dodge, but instead to destroy her opponent with overwhelming pressure. Seven bone-breaking kicks fired out from her left leg like shotgun blasts, and each one was caught with Chun-Li's relaxed hand. Juri's combination continued, and she pivoted off her last kick to switch legs, now rocketing off with seven shots from her right leg. Again, Chun-Li made her defense look easy. Each strike reverberated through Juri's body like a bomb's shockwave, and the full power was absorbed deftly by an empowered master's graceful hand. Juri spun off the final parry, using Chun-Li's hand as springboard to spin a complete rotation, using her full power to drive her left heel around, then upward. Her foot was aimed to launch her foe reeling, dazed and sent flying into the air: a finisher. Her everything was put into this final attack. Chun-Li couldn't block this, not at the angle of attack, and so she jumped to catch its force with her single hand braced before her. Juri's attack was completely nullified.

Juri was exhausted, her eye closing in overuse, its power leaving her. She'd been bested, even with her full strength. Chun-Li dropped down quickly, knowing that her foe's whiffed attack demanded significant recovery. She stepped forward with purpose, raising her hand high. Juri muttered a weak, "No."

Chun-Li's palm met Juri's ass, and the sound like a snapping tree limb startled the air. Juri screamed in pain, jumping to the side, trying to crawl away from her opponent while her tired muscles slowly began gathering any strength left to continue fighting. Chun-Li planted a foot firmly on Juri's back, pinning her. She stared at the stream screen to read the chat. She asked, genuinely out of touch, "Why are they all saying 'filthy casual'? Are they referring to you?"

Juri's face twisted into a snarling, disgusted hate. She spat out, "You dumbfuck whore! How the hell did you do that!?"

Chun-Li sat down, planting her bare ample ass down over Juri's upper back. She replied, "Well, it happened to me before. Sometimes the steps to mastery are to see yourself fail."

Chun-Li placed a hand on Juri's thigh, below her ass, and raised her other hand high. She smiled, "You're about to take a lot of steps toward mastery today."

She cracked her hand down across Juri's right cheek with a sound of thunder. Then, with lightning speed, backhanded across Juri's left before her jiggle had time to bounce back. Chun-Li laid into her foe with a storm of slaps, devastating Juri's soft flesh. Her white pants were fallen away at this angle, with her rear reaching into the air, and so the pink leggings shined in the overhead stage lights. Each spank rippled across the reflective material, causing stars to dance over her ass. Chun-Li was wet, salivating, overflowing with negative energy that perpetuated lustful thoughts. She taunted, "What, nothing left to say?"

Juri gasped between cries of pain, "No, I'm just so bored I'm going to sleep over here!"

Chun-Li smiled, "Then let's try to wake you up!"

Juri yelped as she felt her belt, held by Chun-Li who helped herself to Juri's pants. Chun-Li tore off Juri's clothes in one swift movement, shredding away the material and exposing her naked skin to the stream. Juri now wore only the tatters of her pants around her calves, and her dudou top. "Fuck! Why's it so cold!?" she yelled.

Juri felt her right buttock burst in pain, alight with a fiery sting that heralded the whip crack she heard an instant later. Juri's mouth hung agape in mindless agony unlike anything experienced before. She screamed a long, held note, unable to hear Chun-Li's laughing retort, "Well, I'll warm you up then."

Chun-Li brought down her hand again and again, turning Juri's pale bottom pink, then red. Each cheek started out with a large circle, then Chun-Li aimed her strikes more purposefully. She caught a glancing hit near Juri's crack, interspersing some supplementary hits to her flanks, then her lower butt almost to the thigh. Juri's throat screamed itself raw with a cacophony that paused only for the briefest gulps of air. When it was done, Chun-Li stood back to watch the completely red backside--from Juri's lower back to her upper thighs and everything between, reaching from hip to hip: Chun-Li had painted Juri's ass red. No longer held down, Juri scurried forward despite the pain. Each movement of the crawl, bringing up her knee or twisting her body, it all moved the burning flesh of her butt, but she grit her teeth and moved quickly away. Chun-Li leapt into her way, arms crossed over her large bosom, scowling, "Now, are you being a bad girl and running away from me?"

Juri fell back onto her ass, then jumped up in pain. She clutched her burning backside with her hands, rolling back and forth in pain. Chun-Li sat onto Juri's belly, pinning her hands by her sides, and grabbed Juri's top. She tore it off, exposing Juri's breasts that flopped to the sides. Chun-Li shook her head, "Bad girls get spanked, but I think your butt needs a rest."

Juri's eyes went wide. She screamed, "No! You bitch! Don't even think about it!"

Chun-Li's hand struck across Juri's chest, sending her tits flopping to the side. They crashed quickly around, jostling across her body, rolling back into place quickly and settling again. Juri bucked in pain, exhaling sharply through pursed lips. Again she felt the quick hand crack past her tender fatty tissue, reddening the skin with the sharp sting, taking the wind out of her. "FUCK! Aaah, ah," her grunts of pain caught into a sinister chuckle, "Ah, ha ha--fuck!"

She sneered with a sick grin up at Chun-Li, laughing in pain, "I'm gonna kick your ass when you get tired. You know that, right? You can't outlast me here. You're tired, you already got your ass beat, and now you're on your last legs. This second wind you feel? It's nothing. It's already going away, and I'm not breaking any time soon."

Chun-Li ran her hand absentmindedly across her clit, slipping her fingers into her sex. She pressed into herself slightly, flexing her fingers, curling them at the knuckle to make a beckoning gesture. Like she'd make to an opponent, a taunt to "come at me". She felt her stimulation invigorate her, suffusing her with negative energy to be harnessed for combat--domination. It empowered her. She withdrew her hand, chuckling. She shoved her fingers into Juri's mouth, and though Juri bit down to reject the advance, Chun-Li's body was too strongly reinforced to feel it as anything more than light pressure. She may as well be biting a wooden block. Chun-Li said, "You should try to enjoy the moment. Pain dilates your sense of time--you'll be in it for a while."

Chun-Li's hand blasted by again, sending Juri's left breast downward. It reverberated and rolled, pulling on Juri's chest where it connected. Juri whined in pain into Chun-Li's gagging fingers. Then, Chun-Li focused her slaps onto Juri's right breast, delivering a string of spanks to it. Each hit crushed it with a dead-on downward slap, flattening it against Juri's ribs. As the boob reshaped and raised back up, it met Chun-Li's vicious hand for its next slap. It was like dribbling a basketball, though Juri wasn't nearly gifted enough to be compared to such a sized sphere otherwise. Chun-Li cocked her head to the side, asking, "How badly does this hurt? They say smaller breasts are more sensitive, because larger ones have their nerves more dispersed. But, I would've thought that the concentration would be the same regardless. After all, larger breasts have more fat, more skin, more everything. Why shouldn't they also have more nerves?"

She cruelly kept slapping Juri's right tit even as tears streamed down Juri's face. She shook under the weight of her foe. She growled hoarsely against Chun-Li's fingers that tasted like her pussy. It felt like her boob was bruised, how severely it was sensitively tender after this assault. Chun-Li withdrew her fingers and leaned forward, holding her weight up by planting her elbow onto Juri's sensitive right breast. Inches away from her face, she asked, "Well? What do you think? More, or less sensitive?"

Juri whined pitifully in a high pitch plea, "Get off my tit! Please!?"

Chun-Li feigned apology, rising up, "Goodness me, I didn't realize I was putting my full weight onto your titty! I'm so embarrassed, that must really hurt! Here let me help to take your mind off of it."

Juri barely had time to register the last sentence before she saw stars. Her body convulsed in agony unmatched by the past torture, she bucked and doubled at the waist even against Chun-Li's body weight. Chun-Li's powerful fist had mashed into Juri's defenseless bare pussy, her middle finger knuckle kissing the clit. Juri's face twisted into a tearful grimace. She wailed, "Fuck! Stop!"

Juri looked up, opening her eyes, seeing Chun-Li's massive ass now. When had she spun around!? It had been faster than Juri could register. Chun-Li had somehow spun herself around so quickly as to give Juri no time to free her arms. Chun-Li grinned maliciously and raised her fist. Her body radiated the negative Psycho Power, but she concentrated it into her arm. As it coated her fist, radiating waves of pulsing light glowed hypnotically. It illuminated her face as she excitedly squealed her reply, "Nope!"

She slammed her fist back down into Juri's crotch, twisting into a corkscrew and leaning down with her bodyweight. She knew how to fight, knew to twist her torso at the waist to generate greater power, and knew that when punching downward to lean into the hit to leverage her weight. Juri screamed in pain, "My pussy! Stooooop!"

Chun-Li pounded downward at the defenseless groin, each fist making firm contact before bouncing off and using that momentum to twist her body, driving the next strike. Juri's legs went numb, tingling and dancing with waves of gut-wrenching pain. Juri writhed under her foe, desperately trying to stem the pain. Tears poured down her face, pooling under her hair on the floor. She wept, "Pleaaaeeese! Stop punching my pussy!"

Chun-Li sighed, then shrugged, "Alright, I'll wrap up."

She brought both hands up high overhead, interlocking her fingers into a double-fist, then slammed her hands down into Juri's pussy. The canvas reverberated with the shockwave of the blow, and Juri's legs flailed uselessly in response to the attack. Chun-Li raised herself up, barely coming up off the canvas, then moved swiftly. She kicked out her foot, toes upward and heel down, then shoved herself back with her other foot that was planted on the floor. This air chair position brought her falling down, planting her ass onto Juri's face at the same instant her foot's heel slammed down into Juri's groin. Juri screamed silently into the burying cheeks, but her now free arms clawed at her groin to cover her vulnerable sex.

Chun-Li turned to Poison, "Do I get a gift yet?"

Poison was stroking herself, watching from a distance with intense focus. She immediately responded, "Here! I was hoping you'd ask!"

Poison tossed a set of handcuffs. They were modified, specialized so as to have a comfortable compressible leather wrist restraint. Unlike kink cuffs, these were truly effective in binding the target, though effort was clearly put into their comfort. Chun-Li took the cuffs and clicked them onto Juri's right wrist. She stood, easily maneuvering Juri around as she gasped for breath. Juri snarled in rage, "Fatass! When I can feel my legs again, you're going to be cleaning my feet with your whore tongue!"

Chun-Li clicked Juri's left wrist into the cuffs, refraining her hands behind her back. Poison tossed another set of cuffs, and Chun-Li then clicked this set onto Juri's numb ankles. Chun-Li hoisted her restrained foe onto her shoulder, carrying her toward the edge of the ring. Juri hurled insults the whole way, calling her opponent any nasty name she could think. As they neared the edge, fear struck her, "No fucking way are you going to win by ring-out. That's not like you! Don't do this! I'm not done with you, Cunt-Li!"

Chun-Li tossed Juri down, a foot from the edge, and Juri had to twist harshly to avoid falling out. She grunted with effort, her body barely listening to her. Her stomach was upset, twisted into knots from the swelling inside her. She could feel her guts complaining from Chun-Li's assault. Her insides were battered, and her outsides were bruised. She stared down at her red vulva, her protruding, sensitive clit, and her red chest. It filled her with fury. Chun-Li spoke, "Poison, I think your friend here should get a little piece of the action."

Juri arched an eyebrow, and realized her situation. She wasn't at the ring's edge to be thrown out--she was here to give access to Hugo and Cammy! "Oh, ho ho--you fucking asshole!"

Poison announced, "Chat, let's leave it to a vote. Will we allow this interference?"

Juri watched helplessly as the stream exploded with activity. Several meters were on-screen, filling and fluctuating as comments and votes were submitted. She saw the "yes" completely eclipse the "no". Her face fell. She felt a great, immense hand on her hip, and she yelped, "Get the fuck away from me you circus freak!"

Cammy laughed, "Now, that's no way to talk to a gentleman! This sir will need to show you some manners!"

Hugo sighed, "Let's just get this over with."

Juri squealed in fear, feeling Hugo's immense mitts pulling her waist toward him. She'd used all her strength to prevent herself from falling, so she couldn't look back to see what was happening. She heard a slurping sound, and watched in horror at the screens for information. The chat was full of emotes and comments about how the giant was gross. One comment said, "he's sucking his thumb". Juri, folded forward, bent at the waist and displaying her ass outside the ring, felt a wet, huge finger press against her anus. Her eyes went wide and the chat went crazy. She muttered, "No."

Hugo's huge thumb spread her wide. She screamed, "Take it out! Fuck! Take it--FUUUUUCK! Agh, God--take--it's splitting me in-half!"

It felt like a potato had been shoved inside her. Then, agonizing, Hugo lifted her into the air, holding her like his hand was a pedestal. She sat straight and tall, as any other position hurt her worse, and she was held up on Hugo's fist, stuck to him by his massive plugging thumb. Cammy mocked, "A roaring good show, if you're getting a thumbs-up from the staff!"

Hugo chuckled, "Naw, she gets a big thumbs-down from me!"

He flipped his hand over, and Juri screamed. His thumb was forcibly pulled out of her gaping asshole, but its massive insertion didn't allow itself to exit her quickly. Instead, she hung there momentarily, for an instant that felt like an hour, as the thumb made an ugly sucking sound before plopping out. Then, she fell shamefully back to the canvas. Her stretched butthole twitched until it eventually shrank down. Juri gasped for breath, slowly curling and uncurling her legs, futilely moving to resolve her rectal pain. As Chun-Li approached, Juri looked up at her and groaned, "You tired yet?"

Chun-Li held Juri up by the throat, bringing her standing, and looked down at her chest. She responded, "No, I was thinking about circling back to your little funbags."

Juri smirked rebelliously, "Not so little. Do your worst, cow."

Juri was thrown against the ropes forcefully, grunting in pain as the air left her. The force carried her over, and she barely caught herself with her thighs, bending her knees to stabilize herself from falling out. She felt a pair of hands hug her waist from behind.

Chun-Li was joined by Poison at the ring's edge, and standing just nearby, outside the ring, was Hugo who still held Cammy in one of his great arms. Poison set a heavy stool behind Juri, and stood onto it, gently rubbing Juri's back. Just in front of the stool, Chun-Li threaded a cord of rope that Poison provided, which tied around Juri's knees and threaded between the ring's ropes to encircle Juri's neck. This line was cinched tight enough to fold Juri forward at the waist, but didn't quite tighten such that she'd stretch herself beyond relaxed muscles. This position, where she was hung over the rope like a towel on a clothesline, with her legs immobilized, gave access to her rear end up high and her chest down low. Hugo stabilized her with one mighty hand on her back.

Poison stood, ready and waiting, on her stool with her hands on Juri's hips. Her prick dripped with excitement. Chun-Li took her seat at the ring's edge, sitting with her face inches away from Juri's upside-down tits. Juri's face, similarly, could only stare at her foe's rack, and its hugeness obscured her vision if she tried looking at Chun-Li's face. Chun-Li said, "This is your last chance, Juri. You can apologize for misbehaving and forfeit, or you'll lose here and now."

Juri's forehead vein bulged. She grunted from awkward position, "Go fuck yourself, you dumb bitch! This power will run out, and you'll be under me again in just a few–"

A ring gag was placed over Juri's mouth by Cammy, who laughed, "She chooses the second option."

Chun-Li nodded, salivating, and said, "She'll regret it. Hey Chat!? Cameraman? Get in on this."

The camera angled within the tight space to observe best. Small cameras, stylized like flies, rested lightly in the air to give point-of-view perspectives where possible. These were no amateur cinematographers. They caught in exquisite detail all that came next:

Chun-Li brought her hands up to the top--Juri's underside--of the breasts in front of her. She arched her fingers into talons, her fingernails digging into the soft flesh, and dragged downward to leave centimeter-wide red lines carved into Juri's tits. Juri wailed in pain, feeling her skin redden again under this assault. Chun-Li shifted her ring fingers, ensuring their path crossed over the nipple on each breast, raking across it and scratching deeply against its thin, sensitive skin. Juri shook in pain, clamping down from behind her teeth against her gag and gutterally groaning. Chun-Li reached the end of her path, then lowered her hands. She slapped Juri across the face with one hand, then the other. Then, she repositioned her hands beneath Juri's breasts.

Her hands curled and nails digging into Juri's tits, Chun-Li started again the other way. As she scraped upward, her arms flexing like lifting books into a high bookshelf nook, she also had the weight of Juri's boobs in her hands. Juri's own tits pushed down against Chun-Li's fingernails, and her claws rolled up them as they rolled past her. She pressed hard forward, showing the fat sacks against Juri, crushing them partly and preventing them from falling out of the attack preemptively. Juri screamed as her breasts finally slid down, and unfortunately the first part of them that descended was led by her nipples. Already clawed red, her teats fell forward to point ahead of her, not yet quite able to fall down to her neck as Chun-Li's crushing press held them. Juri cried streaming tears while the nails dug another line of gouges into her, across her nipples, then up her breasts' undersides. Juri's tits dangled down, swaying near her chin, streaks of claw marks etched into them while she sniffled.

Chun-Li grabbed them roughly, raising the left one up to her face. She darted a tongue tip across rhe nipple's red tip, and Juri winced and cried out. Chun-Li smiled deviantly, saying, "This next part will be fun for me."

Juri stared at Chun-Li's exposed pussy, and its wetness affirmed the statement. Then, she jolted as a surge of white-hot pain burgeoned from her nipple and strained each muscle in her body. She screamed, her eyes rolled, as Chun-Li's gnashing teeth bit down onto her nipple. Juri squealed like a stuck pig, squirming the millimeters she could, while her most sensitive skin was ravaged between grinding molars and chomping incisors. Between bites, as Chun-Li was adjusting how the tortured titty sat in her mouth, she'd flick her tongue out to refresh the pain for her captive.

Sufficiently convinced of her successful inflicting of pain on the left nipple, Chun-Li then switched attention to the right. This one, she treated tenderly. She licked and sucked only slightly, gently kissing and sliding her lips against it. Juri at first cried out in pain, but over the minutes succumbed hesitantly to the sensation. She knew not to lower her guard, mentally braced for the next torture, but her body couldn't perfectly prepared in the same way. The nipple softened under the massage, until it violently met its sister's fate. Chun-Li chomped down hard onto it with her front teeth, snarling and tugging her head back and forth, pulling the breast it was stuck onto. Juri shut her eyes and screamed; tears mixed with her saliva strewn about.

Chun-Li, like a mad woman, grabbed both Juri's breasts and held them to her mouth, clamping down her teeth onto both nipples simultaneously. She pulled up, against gravity, raising Juri's mammaries against their own weight and biting down unbelievably into them. Then, with a final violent shake, Chun-Li tugged and allowed the breasts to fall free. The nipples tugged away from her, slipping out with skin unbroken. Juri couldn't fathom how, with pain radiating across her breasts as hot as irons from the nerves firing. Every signal begging her to yield, but her gagged mouth now unable to do so.

Poison complained playfully, "Do I get to fuck her yet?"

Chun-Li shrugged, "Are Juri's titties clamped with weights?"

"No," Poison furrowed a brow, then sighed, "You sure are one greedy slut. Alright, fine."

Poison stepped away from Juri's bent ass, staring longingly at it, to retrieve some weights from under the throne. She returned with them: a pair of 1 lb weights on Alligator clamps. Poison set them into Chun-Li's hands, and Chun-Li thanked her for them. As Poison mounted her spot again, Chun-Li made a show of the clamps. She mockingly hefted them as though they weighed immensely, commenting, "Woah, now that's an arm workout!"

Juri stared daggers into the obscuring, meaty chest that prevented her from glaring at her enemy. She felt the first clamp bite into her nipple, then the other. For a moment, Juri was in pure agony. Her highly sensitive nipples had survived countless slaps to get their sensitivity high, then two rounds of violent clawing to make them feel burning, before finally being chewed on with ferocity. Just their sagging, brushing against her own body was enough to cause painful discomfort. Now, steel teeth dug into the buds, their cold surface lighting her nerves on fire. And, the weights were still held aloft in Chun-Li's hands. She let them sit in her palms while Juri acclimated to the new level of Hell. The pain from the clamps built, then plateaued. Juri moaned an awful sigh after half a minute.

Then, Chun-Li overturned her hands, and the weights at once fell, striking Juri's face. Juri's back arched barely, which was still a significant feat given her position. Her tears fell freely, and her wails filled the room. Chun-Li slapped the sides of Juri's tits, bouncing them, which jostled the hanging weights and disturbed the pinched nipples. Juri's chest was violently raw, and the pain made her feel sick. Her body was covered in sweat. She was past her limit, screaming to stop, but her gag made her pleas incoherent. Juri didn't hear Chun-Li's statement, and couldn't process that Poison was beginning to move. But, Poison was now starting her enjoyment of the situation.

She pressed into Juri, piercing fully into her, and with fervor she shoved the soft ass hard against her pelvis to dig in just a slight distance more. Poison rocked her hips, not parting from her partner. She remained completely immersed. Her cock twinged inside Juri's cunt. "It feels too good," she moaned.

She was overwhelmed by carnal need. She pulled out, but couldn't bear it. She rammed back inside Juri hastily, slapping her balls against Juri's clit, them swinging wildly. Poison panted, losing herself in the pussy. She pumped faster, faster like she was magnetized. Each time jostled Juri's entire body, sending ripping motion down her, thrusting her clamped breasts back and forth. Each pounding motion, each time her ass was shoved forward with lust-fueled drives, Juri's bound form was squeezed and an exhale forced out of her. Her contortion stole her control of breathing from her, forcing her to constantly sync her breaths with the rhythm of getting railed. It sounded pathetic, and Chun-Li couldn't help but laugh at the song Juri was making. The "heeh-huuh" repeated as a chorus, with backup music provided by Poison's moans and the slapping of thighs. Tears fell down Juri's face. Poison pleasured herself using Juri as a fleshlight, but each thrust hurt. Juri's nipples were in agony. Numbness would've been a blessing! She felt every shove through the weights that bumped her chin, twisting and pulling on her bouncing breasts.

Poison slapped a hand across Juri's bouncy ass, then gripped each cheek in her hands and squeezed. Her pace picked up. Before, she had even enthralled; her body demanded to be buried up to the base inside Juri's hot pussy, but her mind knew that the only way to achieve orgasm was with motion. In the same way that a deep inhale stretches the lungs and feels satisfying, but must necessarily be tragically interrupted by an equal exhale. If only she could somehow remain inside the inviting sex while also entering her.

But, that was before. Now, she was nearing orgasm. Her body was in-control, and her desires were unthinking. She fucked and fucked, pounding faster and gripping harder. She shoved Juri's ass away with her hands, then slammed it back against her, while her pelvis pumped to mirror the motion. Poison vocalized a moan that rose in pitch to a sensational scream. Juri harmonized with her, the pain in her nipples building somehow even further beyond the last plateau. Chun-Li reached up and pulled on a weight, and Juri screamed. Poison threw her head back and gasped, "Fuck, whatever you're doing--don't stop! She's clamping down on my dick so good!"

Juri screamed out an incoherent, one-syllable outburst. It didn't take an interpreter to understand that she meant "no".

Chun-Li laughed, plucking the other weight and pulling, twisting, and flicking the weight around her wrists. Juri screamed, shaking against her restraints, her head twisting back and forth like a siren. Her red face was soaked with sweaty tears, and her gorgeous visage was uglied by bulging veins. Poison lost herself, striking Juri's ass repeatedly, screaming, "You're such a good fucking slut! Grip my dick, breeding bitch!"

Juri obeyed without control. Each spank blasted her body with stinging on her rump and burning on her chest. This contracted her vaginal muscles reactively. And then: Poison exploded inside her. Torrents of cum flooded inside her, filling her to overflowing, with excess dripping out and falling onto Chun-Li. Chun-Li laughed, "Ew, gross!"

She wiped off the dribbles from her shoulder and thigh, then thoughtlessly swabbed it into Juri's mouth. Juri couldn't pull away, and couldn't effectively swallow. So, the salty goop sat against the roof of her mouth after trickling down her inside cheek. Poison pumped her balls out for a few seconds, then growled like a reinvigorated lion, "Fuck yes! I want more!"

Punctuating her thought, she spanked Juri's red ass one more time. Chun-Li stood, gesturing with her open palms toward Juri's face. "Be my guest," she smiled.

Juri shook her head violently, even though the motion disturbed her nipples again. It didn't matter--she couldn't handle any more! She wanted to forfeit! Alas, Poison knelt in Chun-Li's place to position her hard cock at Juri's mouth. "How's the view?" Cammy mocked.

Juri saw Poison's swinging, heavy balls, and very little else. They approached as Poison leaned forward, and Juri's mouth was entered by the long shaft. Its head kissed her throat, and she reacted unwillingly with gagging contractions. "Aw, too big? Don't worry, I'll be quick," Poison said, stroking Juri's cheek with a finger.

Juri's twitching throat muscles massaged Poison's dick, and Chun-Li lay down beside the two, reaching up and holding Poison's balls in her hand. She hefted the pair, rolling them back and forth, rubbing their underside in the flat of her palm. She giggled, "They're still very full–what, are you trying to drown this poor girl?"

Poison pressed against Juri's face, wrapping her arms in a hug around her torso. One hand reached up to grab Juri's ass. The other hand traveled down to hold the back of her head. She impaled Juri's face on her massive cock, stabbing upward into her throat, and letting her tongue loll out. "Fuck. Yes."

Chun-Li pressed Poison's balls forward from below and behind, shoving them against Juri's nose and eyes. Not like she'd be able to breathe anyway, but the act humiliated her further. The sweaty orbs stung her eyes, and their smooth skin was tickled by her eyelashes. Poison awoke again, pulling her dick out and letting all of Juri's thick saliva spill down. Juri hacked out inhuman volumes of liquid, a mixture of pre-cum, saliva, phlegm, her own pussy juices, and some ejaculate. It covered her face, her cheeks, her chin, even forcing her to close an eye as a strand of the gunk splattered across it. She could barely catch her breath. Poison didn't wait. She growled, "I'm gonna fuck you up now, so take a deep breath, because I'm serious now."

Chun-Li massaged Poison's balls, kissing her thighs. She grinned wickedly at Juri, and blew her a kiss. Juri stared, horrified. Chun-Li taunted, "You look so cute, all covered in spit. You're a messy eater, huh?"

Poison gripped her hand tightly on Juri's ass and head, then snarled, "She better thank me for making her so pretty."

She shoved her full length back into Juri's face, pounding rapidly in and out with her rigid shaft. Her balls punched against Juri's nose, bouncing off her with momentum as Poison's body withdrew. Then, Juri's throat was immediately stuffed again. Poison was intentionally moving faster, harder, fully inserting and fully retreating so as to spread thick strands of slobber all over Juri's face. The cameras zoomed in on Juri's crossed eye, the other one closed, her face flushed red and shiny with her own drool and tears. The cameras panned up, showing that her bright pink boobs were still clamped, the weights still flopping around, throwing her pinched nipples in all directions. Poison grunted with primal intensity, riding Juri's face like a saddled equestrian.

Then, Poison pulled out, slapping her hard cock against Juri's face, striking it with silly, loud, wet slaps. The degrading gesture made Juri growl spitefully. Poison sighed, "Yeah, it's about time I finish you off. Open wide, I'm about to give you a drink!"

And then, she did. Poison fucked Juri's wet, slobbering face for another minute, jostling her tender breasts while Chun-Li rubbed Poison's balls in Juri's eyes. Until, naturally, Poison erupted one final time deep down (up?) Juri's throat. Juri couldn't swallow it all, and the absence left when Poison stepped back allowed the remaining drizzle to ooze down Juri's face. Juri coughed, and a little snot bubble burst, to uproarious applause from the live stream chat. Juri heaved exhausted sighs. Poison's dick finally deflated.

Poison turned back to her throne, proudly declaring for all viewers watching, "Sisters, brothers, and others! Tonight's winning team is unquestionably the talented Chun-Li and Cammy!"

The livestream was spammed with messages of hands clapping and… a face Chun-Li didn't recognize, of a strangely edited man making what looked like an O-face. She felt the lust within her, let it out, and let it go. She felt the Psycho Power fade, and it had never controlled her. The cameras left, the stream ended, and Poison turned to the fighters, satisfied. She said to Chun-Li and Cammy, "You can rest in the penthouse upstairs to get cleaned off, and you can have it for the night as winners."

Chun-Li bowed graciously, and she and Cammy took to their quarters. They cleaned off, showered, and recovered themselves. And, as night fell, they prepared to make their next move: Now that they were within the belly of the beast, they needed to find Amnesia's weapon somewhere within this facility.