Bison X Cammy (1)

The halls of the Shadaloo headquarters were badly lit on purpose it seemed. The entire facility was a re-purposed Mayan pyramid with the most technological bits protruding from the ancient stone. Where the main crypt would be there was now a throne room, Bison's throne room. It's walls were stone as well, but the pillars were roman and contrasted the ancient architecture. At the end of the room was his faced etched in the stone and banners decrying the glory of their organization. Although this room was only used for special events today it was occupied. The event wasn't special in particular, a declaration of loyalty, but alas the entire Doll squadron came to Honor their leader. The sounds of slapping could be heard. Wet slapping of flesh against the flesh. The massive stone seat was occupied by not only Bison, but his most trusted underling. He had asked her to demonstrate her loyalty to the others and she had accepted thus bringing them here.
Bison's bottom half was completely naked while his upper half was still clad in his military garbs. His hands were resting on each side of the throne while the woman continued to show how serious she was about her return to Shadaloo. The other dolls were surrounding them in a semi-circle. Their sweat and bodily fluids would probably fly in all sorts of directions, hitting their little audience that remained unflinching.

she had sworn to herself she would not fall prey to him again. she had sworn to never step foot inside another Shadaloo base unless it were to bring it to ruin. but alas, trying to keep herself away from her omnipotent Master had proven difficult; and how easily she fell back into being his favorite toy, his favorite plaything, only made it impossible. she belonged to him. it was a fact. it was her nature. having denied it for so long, only to shed her free will to be reclaimed by him, was a testament to that. and now, there she was: in a Shadaloo base, proving her loyalty to him for the entire squadron of dolls to see. unlike her counterpart, she was entirely bare. nothing but a mass of gorgeous curves and needful flesh atop his lap. arms draped lazily around his shoulders to keep herself steadied, the rise and fall of her wide hips brought him deeper to her core. she didn't mind the unwavering gaze upon them. if anything, it only thrilled his doll that she could prove herself so openly to so many. at last, that tightness between her legs swallowed up every inch of him, the blonde weapon easing against his chest for a breath, bringing her lips to his ear. "i've missed this," she whispered, grinding herself against his pelvis. "i've missed you, Master.."

A totalitarian dictator that has ruled over many countries with an iron grip and his psycho powers made for a legendary figure among his peers, but like any other human, Bison had needs. He was a man -- a man of great power yes, but a man. He needed the warm embrace of a female now and again. And through his years of brainwashing, raping and enslaving women he had found that only one could truly satisfy his obscene desires. It was rare the moments where the man showed any sides of frustration, but when the news broke out that Cammy had failed in her mission in India and disappeared without a trace it was the moment where his powers took control of him. No one survived that day to tell the story, high ranking officers, capable soldiers they were all killed because he could no longer have Cammy in his grasp. Suffice to say it was clear that he was enjoying this. There was a smile that dotted his lips, a rather joyous smile coming from such a ruthless man.
Her naked body was so different than his. Her shoulders were so tiny against his hands, her curves were obscene in the way they pressed against the impregnable wall of his chest. The gluttonous dictator wanted more of her which finally forced his hands to move. One under her chin to guide her lips close to his while the other sunk into the most desirable piece of ass in the entire world. He did not just grope it, he possessed it, doing his best to leave hand-shaped bruises across the pale well defined flesh. Meanwhile his girth hit deeper and deeper into her core until the turgid cock had completely defiled her entrance almost as if it was built for him. The tip of his member kissed the pit of her womb. Her words not being ignored of course. "Rewards like this will be plentiful as long as you continue to do your job flawlessly." His empty eyes gazed down at her breasts and most important the collar made of psycho energy around her throat.