Legal Waste of Time : All of the characters that have names depicted in this 
LEMON story are property of SNK…Blah Blah Blah Lawyers, blah blah blah, they're 
not mine, blah blah blah.  You get the picture.  This story is meant for the 
pure enjoyment of the readers, be they the general populace, SNK employees, OR 
the lawyers.  Attempting to sue me would be like asking Don King not to fix a 
fight…Futile.

And, of course, the whole purpose of LEMON stories is to show scenes of graphic 
sex and violence, so if you're under the physical age of 18 (if you're over the 
mental age of 18, you make the choice), quit reading this NOW and go find 
yourself a nice Boy/Girl Scout Troop to join. And  another thing, please ask me 
before you post this on your site, and give me credit for having done it.  
999,999,999 times out of a billion, I'll say "Go right ahead and post it!", so 
don't worry about me saying no.  But if I find out that you've stolen my story, 
I'll be forced to scream and yell at my computer in hopes that it will solve 
something.  You wouldn't want to be responsible for hurting my computer's 
feelings would you?  In any event, my raving is done…Please enjoy.

Vegeta  (AKA The Hentai Sempai)
Hi there Cal Animage Epsilon!!
Author's notes:
**** Indicates a perspective change
"*…*"  Indicates something that is thought, not spoken
I hope that any Japanese words or phrases that I've included are accurate, and 
that the translations provided (if any) are also accurate.  If they are, 
perfect.  If they ain't, life goes on.

Final Note : This story is a BIG contrast to my other King of Fighters Lemon 
stories thus far.  It is NOT the cheerful, perky kind of story that I've written 
to date.  It is far darker and involves bondage and rape.  If you don't like 
that kind of theme, please stop reading.

One Good Twist…Deserves Another

	"Perfect.  This'll be easier than I thought.", Yashiro Nanakase leaned 
back in his chair as he spoke, pausing only to take a long drag off his 
cigarette.  Breathing out a long coil of smoke, he started again, "If I'd known 
Yagami was so eager to participate, even without a team, I wouldn't have 
bothered sending out that fake note from Kusanagi."
	Shermie nodded, "It appears that the keeper of the mirror entered him 
anyway.  She might try to bring Kusanagi and Yagami together again to attempt to 
stop the awakening.  By bringing them together, she was able to fully seal 
Goenitz away, even after he tried to flee.  Even though Yagami had entered into 
the Riot of the Blood, he overcame it quickly enough to bring about Goenitz's 
demise."
	Yashiro laughed, "I'm hoping she WILL bring them together again.  Even 
though we lost the aid of Goenitz, he succeeded in what he set out to 
accomplish.  Besides, with the awakening so close at hand, Yagami's control over 
the Orochi blood will weaken, and this time he'll end up killing Kusanagi for 
us.  All we'll have to do is sit back and watch."
	Chris cleared his throat, and said, "What about the army girl?  And the 
other one?  The last one of Orochi descent…", Chris started looking about the 
table for the photograph.  Shermie, who was already looking at it, handed it to 
him and said, "Ryuji Yamazaki."  Chris nodded.
	Yashiro chuckled, "Don't worry about Leona.  She'll feel the Orochi 
stirring within her, and she'll show.  She wants so desperately to control the 
Orochi power remember?  She'll come."  Yashiro took another drag.  "As for 
Yamazaki…I don't know about him.  I think that one of us is going to have to pay 
him off.  He's only motivated by profit.  Unless someone else can think of a 
better way?"
	Chris shook his head, but Shermie said, "Maybe I can… "convince" him to 
enter into an alliance with us."
	Yashiro looked doubtful, "What do you have in mind Shermie?  We can't tip 
our hand too soon if we're going to carry out Orochi's will."
	Shermie grinned evilly, "Don't worry…I can be very…convincing…when it 
comes to these things.  If worst comes down to the worst, I'll simply make him 
an offer that will be too lucrative to turn down.  One way or the other, I'll 
get him in the King of Fighters Tournament on our side."
	Yashiro, despite his frown, nodded slowly,  "Do whatever it takes.  We 
need Yamazaki's additional power there to make sure that the awakening does not 
fail.  But more importantly, we need to make sure that he's in the tournament 
under our thumb, and not Geese Howard's.  I look forward to hearing good news 
Shermie."
	Shermie nodded, stood, and walked towards the door.  She paused only long 
enough to give Yashiro a lingering look before walking out of the room.

	<Two days later…>

	The trip to Hong Kong was uneventful, and Shermie used the intervening 
time to analyze what little data she had on Ryuji.  In the underground, everyone 
knew his name, even if few dared utter it.  Even though he was little more than 
a mercenary for hire, he had a lot of ties in the Yakuza, the Triads, even the 
American and Italian Mafia.  He worked for the highest bidder, and the more 
dirty the job, the more he liked it.  Even though there was little hard evidence 
against him, it was widely known that he had killed several people in cold 
blood.  But the scarier thing about him was that not only did he enjoy killing, 
he did it so casually that it almost seemed that he didn't even realize he was 
doing it.  But Shermie knew why Ryuji got so engrossed into the killing…it was 
the Orochi Blood Riot.  Being of an already unstable mental state, Ryuji was 
much more prone to sadistic acts of violence, even if unprovoked.
	Shermie knew that all she had was the location of a few of his hideouts, a 
lot of money from the band's earnings to use, her fighting skills, and a lot of 
luck.  She knew that Ryuji wouldn't hesitate to kill her if he became annoyed, 
so she had to be VERY careful when dealing with him, lest he become enraged into 
the Blood Riot and become impossible to reason with.
	Shermie managed to track Yamazaki's trail to a small warehouse on the 
outskirts of the lower downtown area.  This was supposed to be one of his 
favorite hiding spots, so she figured she'd find him there.
	Finding the building was no easy task, as it was secluded in the middle of 
a tight network of twisting alleys.  As she approached the building, she 
couldn't help but have the feeling of eyes watching her.  Shrugging it off, she 
crept up the warehouse and began to sneak around the exterior.  It was plain and 
unobtrusive, and the walls were crumbling a bit.  As Shermie poked at some of 
the loose plaster, she noted that the interior walls were steel, reassuring her 
that this WAS Ryuji's hideout.
	Finally, satisfied with her curiosity search of the outside, Shermie began 
to look for a way in.  There were windows, but they all had metal cages on them, 
which barred entry.  She decided to see if she could pick the lock.  As she 
began to fumble with the VERY secure looking padlock, she was surprised to find 
that it was open.  Pushing the door open a bit, she peered into the darkness 
inside.  Seeing nothing, Shermie was about to straighten up, when she suddenly 
heard footsteps from behind her.  Cursing, she tried to turn around, but not in 
time.  She was roughly pushed from behind into the warehouse.  Rolling forward 
to her feet, she saw a looming figure's silhouette streaming in from the 
doorway.  The figure chuckled a little, and then shut and locked the door.  
Flipping a light switch, Shermie saw that it was none other than Ryuji Yamazaki 
himself who had pushed her.
	Shermie took a second to examine her opponent.  Ryuji was huge, standing 
at least at 6'6".  His broad chest was about the only thing she could currently 
see, due to him wearing a large, furred, white coat over his shoulders.  That, 
and his signature dome of blonde dyed hair.  Remembering the picture of him, she 
knew that his frame consisted almost entirely of well trained muscle, and he 
probably weighed about 280 pounds because of it.  From all the data collected on 
him, she knew that the Orochi blood within him was very unstable, causing Ryuji 
to have very violent mood swings, usually berserk rage.
She could tell he was also sizing her up.  His face was split in a sneering 
grin, and he was looking at her hungrily, like a wolf pack leader that knew the 
kill was coming soon.  Shermie decided to take the initiative, "So…Yamazaki 
Ryuji…I've been looking for you."
	Ryuji's grin didn't fade, "And now you've found me.  Too bad for you too.  
No one gets near this place without a death wish.  I was beginning to wonder 
when I'd get to kill someone again.  And now my answer comes straight to me.  Go 
ahead and scream if you'd like, cause the walls of my little abode are VERY much 
sound proof.  Pity you're a woman, but that don't mean I'll go easy on you."
	Now it was Shermie's turn to smile.  She knew that Ryuji was extremely 
arrogant, an advantage she hoped to use.  "Don't you even want to know WHY I've 
come here, or WHO I'm with?  Think, Ryuji.  Kill me, and who knows who else 
you'll have looking for you."
	Ryuji seemed to consider that, "Hmph.  Well fine.  What the fuck do you 
want?"
	Shermie pulled out a sealed letter with the mark of the King of Fighters 
Tournament on it.  Holding it up, she asked, "Do you know what this is?"
	Ryuji looked at it, "Yeah…You came all this way for THAT?  Now tell me why 
I should give a shit about that stupid tournament."
	Shermie sighed, "Don't you have any interest in the thrill of pitting your 
skills against the best in the world?  Or the prize money that's included?"
	Ryuji laughed.  "Oh please.  You think that meager sum of cash is enough 
to even make me consider it?  If the cops saw me, they'd come after me.  Not to 
mention other people that have grudges against me.  Besides, why the fuck should 
I care who the best fighter in the world is?  I only care about being the 
richest."
	Shermie smiled, "That's what I'd hoped you'd say.  With this envelope 
comes a bargain.  Adhere to it, and the people I represent will make sure that 
you'll be made the richest fighter in the world."
****
	Ryuji couldn't help but sneer.  "*Heh…Let's see how this bitch's offer 
compares to Geese's.*"  Despite the fact that Ryuji felt comfortable being in 
his own hideout, the fact that he couldn't see his opponent's eyes made him a 
bit edgy.  It was always better to Ryuji when he could see fear and shock in his 
opponent's eyes.  But this girl had long red hair, and her bangs covered her 
eyes.  "*How the hell can she SEE?*"  "Okay…I'm listening.  But I'm warning you, 
if I don't like what I hear, the "people you represent" are going to need one of 
those hopeless milk carton ads real soon."
	"We're prepared to offer you five million in American dollars."  Shermie 
said.
	Ryuji whistled, "Yeah right…And what's the catch?"
	Shermie smiled, "That no matter how far you get, when the time is right, 
you will help me and the people I represent with whatever we ask."
	Ryuji spat on the ground, "Bullshit.  That deal gives me no guarantees.  
What's with this "time is right" crap?  You could ask me to do anything."
	Shermie nodded, "True, but what we'd be asking for would be in your best 
interest."
	Ryuji snapped back with, "You let me be the judge of what my best 
interests are.  Any other catches?"
	Shermie shook her head, "Nope.  That's it.  You enter the Tournament, 
fight your way as far as you can go, help us with our request, and you'll be 
five million dollars richer."
	Ryuji laughed, "And I imagine you have some teammates in mind for me?"
	Shermie smirked, "I believe your associate, Geese Howard, has already 
procured two fine candidates to help you."
	Ryuji nodded, more so because the offer sounded good, REAL good.  "*Hell, 
it's five times what Geese offered, which was double the KoF prize money.  But 
one thing bugs me…This bitch knows TOO much.  How'd she find me so easily?  This 
was one of my best spots.  That little mistake is gonna cost her, and cost her 
big.*"  "Ten million."
	Shermie's smiling face darkened into a frown (although Ryuji STILL 
couldn't see her eyes), "Six."
	"Seven, with two up front."
	Shermie sighed, "Six and a half, and one up front."
	Ryuji laughed, "You know…I think I've had enough bargaining.  I said seven 
and two.  Unless you think you can take me on, I think you're playing by my 
rules."
	Shermie grinned.  She had hoped that Ryuji would challenge her.  "Ahh…Is 
that a challenge Ryuji-chan?"
	Ryuji's face split into an ugly sneer, although his eyes went wide from 
surprise of her mocking him.  "I don't think you quite know who you're dealing 
with her bitch."  In so saying, Ryuji flexed his shoulders, causing his coat to 
fall off his shoulders.  He caressed his shoulder, rolled his head around to 
loosen his neck, and then put one hand in his pocket.  The other was up at his 
side, flexing every so often, but more or less relaxed.  Shermie knew that this 
was his fighting stance, and so she too readied for battle.
	Ryuji, seeing her tense, let his face return to it's evil, smiling nature, 
"Heh,  okay babe.  Here's MY offer to you.  You win, I'll go in for six and a 
half, and one.  I win, I not only get the money, I see if you're worth keeping 
alive."
	Shermie's face didn't lose the smile, but then she suddenly whipped out a 
cellular phone and listened on it.  Ryuji charged forward to stop her from 
making any kind of call, but heard her say mockingly, "Moshi moshi?  Ahh, mada 
ato de ne?"  ("Hello?  Ahh, can I call you back later?")  Cursing loudly, Ryuji 
swung out with his arm.  Catching the phone in his hand, he threw it across the 
room.  Shermie giggled, and shrugged with her arms widely outstretched, catching 
Ryuji under the chin with her palm and staggering him a bit.  Giggling even 
louder, she put her hand on his shoulder and vaulted up and onto his head with 
her legs.  Ryuji had enough time to raise up his hand and hear her say, 
"Shitsurei!" ("Excuse me!"), before the giggling Shermie twisted, allowing her 
built up momentum to slam Ryuji to the ground.  Rolling to her feet, Shermie 
began swaying back and forth, taunting Ryuji to rush her again.
	Ryuji staggered to his feet, but instead of a pained look, his face was 
beaming with insane pleasure.  Laughing, he said, "Now THERE'S a move!  Come on 
baby, it'll take a lot more than that to stop me."  In so saying, Ryuji bent 
slightly at the waist, and let his arm hang down, swaying back and forth.  The 
grin on his face threatened to touch his ears.
	Shermie, not sure what Ryuji was planning, decided to see if she could 
rush underneath his reach.  But as soon as she prepared to dive at him, Ryuji's 
arm snaked out with blinding speed, and smacked her twice across the face.  
After landing on the ground, Shermie slowly regained her feet.  Ryuji was still 
smiling, and his stance hadn't changed.  Shermie decided if she could get in 
with a good jump kick, but as soon as she took to the air, Ryuji's arm snaked 
out again and smacked her twice in the abdomen, causing her to hit the ground 
hard.
****
	Shermie slowly staggered to her feet again, but all she saw was Ryuji's 
sneering grin, and all she heard was that wicked laugh.  She could "see" the 
Orochi aura behind his eyes, and she knew that the fight was beginning to stir 
that dark blood.  "*The Orochi blood only serves to augment the power and 
strength he already possess, making him even more dangerous.  Okay girl…Take it 
slowly, remember your style.  There's got to be a way to get in on him.*"
	However, Ryuji seemed to have no intention of letting her get in on him.  
He walked forward casually, his one hand never leaving his pocket.  Shermie 
turned around and walked forward, trying to get some distance between her and 
him so that she could plan a strategy.  She tried to whip around with a quick 
punch or kick, but Ryuji seemed ready for it and either hit her with his fist, 
or kicked her.  Finally, she backed up as far as she could go, and her felt her 
back pressed firmly against the steel wall of the warehouse.
	Shermie decided that since she was so close to the wall, she needed to get 
some distance away from it.  Jumping into the air, she tried her deceptive axle-
rod spin kick.  But as her foot wound up to snap out at Ryuji's face, she saw 
him lolling his tongue out, shaking his head back and forth, and she heard him 
mutter, "Kakatte koi." ("Gimme your best shot.") in a low growl.  Too late, she 
knew that Ryuji always opened opponents up if they hit him in that position, 
allowing him a sudden, rushing counter attack.  Unable to stop the momentum in 
her kick, her foot flew out and hit Ryuji on the side of the face.  Ryuji 
instantly charged forward into her with an uppercut of swirling energy, 
screaming out "Ite darou ga yo!" ("Ouch!  That hurt damn you!") in an almost 
incomprehensible shriek.  The blow caught her in the stomach and caused her to 
fly back.  Getting to her feet weakly, Shermie tried to shake her head clear of 
the cobwebs before Ryuji could close on her.  It was too late.  Ryuji appeared 
in front of her from out of nowhere, and uppercutted her again, letting his fist 
slam into her stomach again.  But this time his fist continued and caught her 
under the chin.  Shermie flew into the air from the impact, but Ryuji was no 
more than a second behind her.  Jumping into the air, Ryuji caught Shermie's 
face in his enormous palm, and slammed her roughly to the ground.  Dragging her 
violently by her head, Ryuji ran up to the wall and kicked her off his hand for 
good measure.
	Shermie was barely able to take her feet, much less a fighting stance.  
Ryuji simply closed on her and grabbed her by her bangs.  The last thing Shermie 
saw was a fiery explosion as Ryuji wound up and slammed his forehead into hers.

	Time passed, but Shermie was unaware of it.  As her world slowly faded 
back into view, she had two instant realizations.  One : She was still in 
Ryuji's warehouse hideout.  Two : She couldn't move.  As she moved about a bit, 
she could feel that both wrists and ankles were tied down.  Looking up, Shermie 
saw that she was suspended about 3 inches off the ground, bound to a large, 
metal X.  She looked around, but didn't see Ryuji anywhere.  So she struggled, 
but the ropes that held her were tight, and bit into her wrists sharply.  She 
moaned a bit from the swooning feeling of returning consciousness and the pain, 
and then she heard Ryuji's voice from behind her, "So…Finally awake eh?"
	Shermie looked over her shoulder as best she could, and finally saw Ryuji 
as he walked slowly into her view.  "What the hell do you think you're doing, 
you bastard?" Shermie shot out angrily.
****
	Ryuji laughed, and cupped her chin between his index finger and thumb.  "I 
told you," he began, "I'm gonna see if you're worth leaving alive."  Shermie 
looked down on the metal contraption she was bound to.  Following her gaze, 
Ryuji smirked, "You like my little toy?  I must say that I've never had the 
opportunity to use it like this.  I usually use it to torture information out of 
people.  But this time, I'm gonna use it for an entirely different kind of fun!"  
With that, Ryuji violently kissed Shermie on the mouth.  Her eyes widened as 
Ryuji shoved his tongue in as well, and began probing around her mouth.  She bit 
down on it as hard as she could, and she tasted Ryuji's blood on her tongue.  
Ryuji then withdrew and chuckled, "Yep.  You're a spunky one, I'll give you 
that…My blood taste good bitch?  Well, let's just twist that around a little 
shall we?"  Ryuji then bit Shermie on the lip, hard enough to draw a little 
blood.  As it seeped out, he ran his tongue along the cut and lapped playfully 
at the blood.  "Mmm…Sweet as can be baby."  Ryuji then reached up with his hand 
and grabbed the bangs of her hair roughly.  Pulling back violently, Ryuji got 
his first view of her eyes.  "Ahh…So you DO have eyes.  Well, here's to you 
baby.", and then let her go.  Ryuji was beyond thrilled, for he saw what he 
savored most in Shermie's eyes : fear.  She was scared, and had right to be.
****
	Ryuji then began to run his hand playfully up and down her cheek, feeling 
how soft her skin was.  Smiling evilly again, Ryuji began to caress her breasts 
through her jacket, which had that diamond shaped cut in it to show Shermie's 
ample cleavage, but deny the view of the top or bottom of her breasts.  
Shermie's face was contorted in a look of pure hate, and despite her fear and 
loathing, she could feel her nipples getting hard from the physical pleasure.  
"*God damn it body, why do you have to react like that?!  Now he's gonna think 
I'm enjoying this!*"
	Sure enough, Ryuji could feel the erect peaks from underneath her jacket 
and said, "Well now…Two minutes ago you were calling me a bastard, and now here 
you are loving it under my touch.  Make up your mind you stupid bitch!"  
Laughing Ryuji suddenly reached inside his vest and pulled out his short bladed 
knife.  Bringing it into Shermie's field of view, Ryuji gently pressed the cold 
steel of the flat of the blade against her cheek.  Gently raising the knife up 
so that the point was now touching her, Ryuji slowly ran the tip of the knife 
down her cheek, down her chin, and to the opening of her jacket, making doubly 
sure not to cut her the whole way down.  But when he got to that diamond shaped 
opening, Ryuji began slicing through the fabric, cutting it open easily with his 
sharpened knife.
	Putting his knife back in his vest, Ryuji took a step back and began to 
admire her.  Shermie spat at Ryuji, and it hit him square in the face.  Ryuji 
used his finger to bring the spittle into his mouth, and then smacked her across 
the face with a backhand.  Shermie gasped from the pain, and could feel a red 
welt on her cheek ringing from the impact.  Hearing her whimper a little, Ryuji 
was satisfied that she wouldn't try that again, so he went back to his admiring.  
But he was disappointed that he still couldn't see her breasts because of how 
the shredded fabric was draped over them.  So Ryuji operated a crank at the base 
of the X, causing it to swivel.  Ryuji moved it so that Shermie lay flat out, 
like she were on an operating table.  Nodding to himself, Ryuji pushed the cut 
fabric out of the way, revealing her large breasts to his hungry eyes.  "Ahh, 
much better babe.  Hot damn, you've got a killer body.  I'm really gonna enjoy 
this, so don't do anything stupid and make me kill you okay?"  Ryuji's voice was 
dripping with fake sweetness.
	Ryuji then began to lick at her breasts with his tongue, running it over 
her nipples and cleavage.  Shermie gasped a bit from the physical pleasure, but 
at the same time struggled weakly at her bonds.  Ryuji then brought his hands up 
and began caressing her breasts, and at the same time his tongue ran around her 
perked nipples.  Hearing her moan from his tongue, Ryuji bit down on her nipple, 
causing her to shriek a bit.  Chuckling, Ryuji continued his hard-and-soft 
treatment, savoring the moans of ecstasy, and the screams of pain.
	Finally, Ryuji heard Shermie mutter, "Stop…please stop…"
Straightening up, Ryuji nodded, "Yeah, you're right babe…"  Shermie felt a 
slight glimmer of hope, but Ryuji continued, "As much fun as your tits are, I'm 
getting anxious for a different kind of action."
	Shermie watched in renewed fear as Ryuji kissed her breasts one last time, 
and then he began to move down towards her belly.  Shermie writhed around on the 
X as best she could, but the more she struggled, the more the ropes hurt.  Ryuji 
noted her feeble movements and said, "Heh, struggle all you like baby.  I've had 
men tied to that X three times your size that couldn't get out.  I even told 
them that if they could bust the ropes, I'd let em go.  After about four hours 
of kicking the shit out of them, they start singing like blue birds…I wonder 
what kind of bird you're gonna sing like when I really get started with you?…"
	Ryuji then reached down with his hands and began to feel around underneath 
Shermie's mini-skirt.  Shermie struggled, for she could feel how wet she had 
been getting from Ryuji's touch.  She knew it was just her body's natural 
reaction to physical pleasure, but she also knew how Ryuji was going to 
interpret her slightly dampened panties.  Sure enough, Ryuji's face once again 
split into that evil grin as he brought his index and middle fingers up, which 
were now damp from feeling her up.  Ryuji first licked his index finger, 
savoring her flavor, and then shoved his middle finger in her mouth, forcing her 
to taste herself.  Shermie tried to bite his finger, but he pulled it out too 
fast.  Shaking his head in mock sorrow, Ryuji said, "And here all I was trying 
to do was let you see just how good you taste.  And you tried to bite me AGAIN!  
What am I going to do with you?…I'm sure I can find something…Hmm…", Ryuji began 
feeling around underneath her mini-skirt again.  His fingers pushed her panties 
aside, and he began to run his fingers up and down near her opening.  "How 
about…THIS?!"  With that, Ryuji plunged his fingers inside Shermie, causing her 
to not only moan in pleasure, but also caused more of her juices to ooze out 
onto Ryuji's invading fingers.
	Ryuji began driving his fingers in and out of Shermie with a rough, quick 
rhythm.  Every once in a while Ryuji would rub her clit with his thumb, but he 
mostly thrust in and out of her, all the time listening to her moan out, despite 
her best efforts to remain silent.  Ryuji suddenly paused, and brought out his 
knife again.  Bending down so that he was between her legs, Ryuji began slicing 
off her panties.  Shermie tried again to shut her legs, but all she could do was 
writhe in vain against the ropes.  Shermie could feel tears starting to well in 
her eyes, but did her best to suppress them.  She didn't want Ryuji getting any 
more satisfaction out of her than he had already taken.  She tried her best to 
lift her head so that she could see what he was doing, but all she could see was 
his blonde dome of hair peeking out from between her legs.
Ryuji pushed her mini-skirt up a bit and began slathering his tongue all over 
Shermie's exposed clit.  Shermie couldn't help it now, she began bucking her 
hips back and forth, trying to get away from Ryuji's mouth.  It was futile for 
her to try, and she knew that, but she wasn't about to just sit there and take 
it.  Ryuji seemed to be enjoying himself thoroughly, and sneered out, "Heh, I 
knew you'd love it babe.  Yeah, moan out for me.  I'm gonna make you cum and 
cum, and beg for more."
Shermie, despite her reactions to her body's pleasure, spat out, "Go to hell you 
bastard!  You'll never get away with this!"
Ryuji's cold smile was all she could see, "You'd better hope I DO, for YOUR sake 
baby."  To add emphasis, Ryuji held up his knife so that she could see the light 
from above glinting off its perfectly honed edge.  Ryuji then went back to 
licking her clit, and Shermie felt the revulsion of having his warm tongue all 
over her most precious regions.  But then she felt the shock of something cold 
being pressed against her clit.  Gasping out in surprise, she looked up again, 
but saw that Ryuji had pressed the flat of his blade against her.  Smirking, he 
went back to licking.  Shermie's head fell back against the head support of the 
X, and she knew that an orgasm was coming, despite all of her best efforts to 
push it down.  She couldn't help it, it was simply her body's natural reaction 
to stimuli.  But Ryuji was really dragging it out.  The constant contrast of the 
heat of his mouth, and then the cold of his knife was causing her unexpected 
pleasure, and increasing speed toward release.
Finally, Shermie was unable to resist anymore, and began cumming, just as Ryuji 
had pulled his knife away and had begun licking her again.  Warm liquid flowed 
out of her slowly, and she clenched up despite the ropes holding her down.  She 
could also feel Ryuji lapping up at her like a dog at a garden hose.  Finished, 
Ryuji straightened up, wiped his mouth off on the back of his fingerless gloved 
hand, and said, "Che, kono amachua ga!" ("Heh, you amateur!")
Ryuji walked over to her head and rested against the wall with a casual stance.  
Smirking, he said, "I knew you'd love it baby.  Why don't you stop fighting me 
and simply enjoy yourself?  It's so much more fun when the woman gets into it ya 
know?"
Shermie's eyes were closed, but she still turned her head towards Ryuji's voice.  
Though she was still breathing a bit heavily, she managed to say, "I'm going to 
make sure you pay for this Yamazaki.  I swear, you bastard, you're going to 
regret what you're doing to me."
Ryuji laughed, "Actually, YOU'RE the one paying for this.  Two million American 
dollars up front, and five million later to be exact.  Regret?  Heh, I've never 
had a regret in my life.  Regret is for losers and the weak.  The one who should 
be regretting her actions is you for coming here in the first place.  Now you're 
going to feel the burn baby, and I'm going to enjoy the ride."
Ryuji then walked out of Shermie's view and she heard him rummaging through some 
of his things.  This went on for a few minutes, but then he came back holding a 
rope and a pulley.  Ryuji quickly strung the pulley up to the ceiling, and let 
the rope hang down.  Taking the dangling end of it, he pulled the rope over to 
where Shermie's left arm was bound, and quickly and securely tied her wrist.  He 
then cut her left arm free, pulled her shredded jacket off her left shoulder, 
and brought her arm over to her right.  He cut her right wrist free, pulled off 
the remainder of her jacket, then and forced her wrists together.  Even though 
Shermie struggled with all the strength she could muster, she was too weakened 
from their fight and still winded from her orgasm.  Ryuji seemed to be lingering 
a bit on this part, almost as if he wanted her to fight him.  But then he tied 
her wrists together and walked over to the other end of the pulley.  He pulled 
the rope so that it forced Shermie to sit upright on the X, and then Ryuji 
secured the rope to a metal ring bolted into the floor.  Walking back over to 
her, Ryuji slowly cut her legs free, making sure to block the occasional attempt 
at a kick that Shermie threw at him.
Ryuji stood her up and forced her to walk forward.  When he got her to the spot 
he wanted, Ryuji pulled out another length of rope and tied her legs apart on 
two other metal rings to either side of her.  Satisfied, Ryuji pulled the rope 
binding her arms a little tighter, so that she could bend over at the waist, but 
do little else.  He then walked in front of her and towered over her.  "Well, 
well, well.  It seems that you've been a very greedy host my dear.  Here I went 
to all the trouble to make sure you enjoyed yourself, but you've given me 
nothing in return.  Well, since I'm such a nice guy, I'm gonna give you a chance 
to make it up to me."
Shermie's eyes began to widen in fear as Ryuji then lowered the zipper of his 
pants and pulled out his engorged manhood.  Grabbing the top of her head, Ryuji 
forced Shermie to bend over towards his waist, and then began to push his cock 
into her face, trying to get it into her mouth.  Shermie struggled against his 
grip and the ropes, and continuously turned her head away from him.  But Ryuji 
just laughed and pressed his cock against her cheek.  "Now, now my dear.  If you 
keep doing that, you might piss me off, and we certainly couldn't have that now 
could we?  Just relax and accept it…I got you off remember?"
Ryuji continued pressing his member against her cheek, despite Shermie's efforts 
to move her head away.  But Ryuji finally had enough, and turned her head 
forcibly so that her mouth was only centimeters away from his manhood.  She 
looked down at it with a look of disgust, but Ryuji wasted no more time.  
Pushing roughly, Ryuji forced his cock past her lips and into her mouth.  
Shermie was just about to bite him again, when she suddenly felt that cold 
sensation of his knife pressed against her neck.  Apparently, Ryuji had already 
read her mind, and anticipated what she would try.  "Yeah, you could bite 
me,…AGAIN…but if you do that, I'll just have to slit your pretty little throat.  
So you better decide what you're going to do, and decide quick.  Who knows?  If 
you make it good for me, I might let you live…But then again, who knows?"
Shermie couldn't help it now, the tears she had tried to eliminate came back and 
began flowing down her cheeks, but she quickly blinked them away.  At the same 
time, Ryuji began to move his cock in and out of her mouth.  Not wanting to 
annoy him, Shermie opened her slack jaw so that her teeth wouldn't scrape him, 
and simply sat there.  Ryuji, however, seemed to be getting angry.  "God damn it 
babe, if you can't even suck cock good, what use are you?"
Shermie, despite her overwhelming desire to start crying, suddenly envisioned 
Yashiro in her mind.  Looking up at the grinning Yamazaki, she began to blur and 
distort his face and figure until she saw Yashiro's kind face staring back at 
her.  "*Yashiro…I hope you enjoy this.*"  With that, Shermie began using her 
tongue on Ryuji's shaft, making him stop for a moment.  Laughing, he said, "Now 
THAT'S the spirit!  Okay honey, show me what you can do!".  With that, Ryuji 
continued to fuck her mouth.  Only this time, Shermie was using her mouth to 
suck him and her tongue to lick him as he thrust in and out.
Ryuji brought his cock out to her lips and Shermie suckled on the engorged head, 
causing Ryuji to suck in his breath and say, "Oh, hell yeah baby…That's the 
way…Oh man, you're like a new woman…God that feels fucking GREAT!…Here, how 
about this?"  Ryuji then forced her to deep-throat him, causing her to gag a 
little.  Not wanting to suffocate her, Ryuji buried himself to the hilt, held 
himself in for just a few seconds, and then pulled back and rammed in again and 
again.
Ryuji continued his assault on her mercilessly.  As he grunted in pleasure, 
Shermie only heard Yashiro's voice telling her it would be okay.  Ryuji was 
quickly bringing himself up to release, thoroughly enjoying how well Shermie's 
sudden change in effort made him feel.  As he neared that point of no return, 
Ryuji reached out and pinched her nostrils shut.  Shermie suddenly realized what 
he was doing, and tried again to pull back.  But Ryuji took a step closer and 
held the back of her head firmly.  Suddenly, Ryuji groaned out loudly, and 
Shermie felt a hot rush of his salty semen fill her mouth.  "Yeah baby.  Suck it 
out…Swallow it.  Swallow every last drop."  Shermie tried to hold her breath, 
but Ryuji simply waited.  Unable to wait any longer, Shermie reluctantly let the 
hot, sticky substance slowly ooze down her throat.
When Ryuji was mercifully finished cumming in her mouth, he slowly pulled out.  
Wiping his only slightly limpened member on her lips, Ryuji let out a long sigh.  
Walking back a few steps, Ryuji watched as Shermie coughed violently.  Smiling 
to himself he said, "Ahh…That was fucking incredible babe.  How'd you ever learn 
to suck dick like that?  Well, no matter, in a few minutes, I'm gonna see what 
else you can do."
Shermie simply let herself hang limp against the rope, trying to recover from 
the revolting taste in her mouth.  She could still feel Ryuji's semen flowing 
down her throat, and she tried in vain to get it to come back up.  Ryuji walked 
out of her view, and she heard the sound of a refrigerator door opening.  Ryuji 
began whistling to himself, and she then heard the sound of a beverage can 
opening up.  As Ryuji started chugging away, Shermie began working with her 
fingers, trying to get some leverage or work her hands free.  But Ryuji knew 
exactly how to secure someone, and she quickly realized that she was bound 
without hope of freedom.
Finally, Ryuji walked back into the room, saying, "You know what babe?  A nice 
cold beer always gets me in the mood!  I think I'm gonna go another round with 
you!"
Shermie couldn't believe her ears, "No!  Please, not that!  I'll increase the 
money we'll pay you!  Just please, don't touch me anymore!"
Ryuji laughed, "Oh come on now baby!  You think I even give a shit about the 
money now?  All I'm interested in right now is that pretty little pussy of 
yours.  Don't worry, I'll do you REAL sweetly."  With that, Ryuji walked up 
behind her and began caressing her ass through her mini-skirt.  Shermie heard 
him drawing his knife again, and Ryuji slowly cut into the rectangular cut-outs 
in her mini-skirt.  After he finished both sides, he pushed her forward and 
pulled the rope so that her arms went further into the air, making it impossible 
for her to get her balance.  As she hung there, she felt Ryuji lift up the back 
half of her mini-skirt like a tent flap.  She heard the tell tale sound of his 
zipper again, and she softly muttered out, "Yashiro…Hajimete dakara, yasashiku 
shitene…" ("This is my first time, so please be gentle.")
	Ryuji laughed, "Holy SHIT!  You're a virgin?!  Well, then…this is gonna be 
an EXTRA special day for you!"  Wasting no more time, Ryuji found her still 
dampened opening and pushed himself slowly inside.
	Shermie began to moan in pain as her virgin vaginal passage began to 
stretch to accommodate Ryuji's relentless member.  But as soon as he had gotten 
about half way inside her, he suddenly shoved forward violently, slamming 
himself inside her up to the hilt.  Shermie screamed out in pain, and Ryuji saw 
the tell-tale blood of a virgin begin to flow out of her.  Ryuji laughed 
cruelly, "Hot damn baby!  You certainly ARE a virgin, you're fucking TIGHT!"  
Pulling back a bit, Ryuji could see his cock was stained bright red from 
Shermie's blood.  Seeing that only increased his appetite for more, and he began 
ramming back and forth into her, causing her breasts to swing back and forth in 
time with his thrusts.  Tears were flowing freely from Shermie's eyes now, 
creating rivers down her cheeks.  As the tears reached the bottom of her face, 
they flew off from all the motion into growing pools on the floor.  But she 
could also feel a trail of blood flowing down her leg as Ryuji slammed into her 
again and again.
	Soon though, the feeling of pain washed away, causing Shermie's swimming 
head a bit of relief.  Ryuji never slowed his pace, and Shermie swooned back and 
forth into semi-consciousness.  Unable to get away, Shermie began to moan out, 
"Yes!  Yashiro… Please, not so hard!…Mmm…Uhh…Yashiro…Please, don't go so hard… 
It feels good now, but you're still going too fast…Yashiro…"
****
	Ryuji shook his head and sighed, "*Sheesh…Women these days…Never know what 
they want…*"  Ryuji simply grabbed onto her hips to steady himself and continued 
pounding into her.  But he soon tired of hearing her voice, despite the genuine 
sweetness in it for this "Yashiro".  
"Heh, okay baby.  Since you seem to be enjoying yourself so much now, I think 
I'm gonna introduce you to a new type of pleasure!"
Shermie didn't even answer him, just kept on moaning out, "Yashiro…oh… you're so 
good Yashiro…please…love me… make me cum Yashiro…"
Ryuji then pulled himself out of her.  His cock was fully covered in blood, and 
the love juices that Shermie had produced.  Letting his face contort into that 
evil grin, Ryuji pulled Shermie's ass cheeks apart, and slowly began pushing 
himself inside her asshole.  That seemed to be enough to suddenly jolt Shermie 
back to reality.  Her eyes snapped open, and widened in shock.  Her mouth opened 
and closed like a fish gasping for air.  She began screaming out in pain, 
shouting, "Yamete!  Itai…ITAI YO!  ONEGAI …YAMETE!" ("Stop!  It hurts…It really 
hurts!  PLEASE…STOP!")  Ryuji paid her no heed, simply kept pushing himself 
inside her ass.  Shermie tried to struggle, but the ropes around her ankles kept 
her legs firmly apart.
****
Shermie could feel her ass begin to tear a bit from Ryuji's intrusion, but he 
didn't seem to care at all.  She continued screaming out for him to stop, but 
when he reached the hilt of his cock, he began bucking his hips back and forth, 
causing his already stained member to ram into her ass.  Shermie could only feel 
a slight sensation of pleasure from this, the rest clouded her mind to anything 
but pain.  Unable to stop him, Shermie bit her lip to not only silence herself, 
but to also attempt to distract her from the nearly overwhelming pain that was 
being inflicted.  Her tears, which had stopped when she had completely removed 
Ryuji from her mind and replaced him with Yashiro, were now flowing even faster 
and in greater torrents than before.  She began sobbing now as well, causing her 
hiccuping pleas of mercy to flow out to Ryuji.
After a few minutes, Ryuji acknowledged her, and said, "Okay baby…If you tell me 
how much you love this, and how badly you want me to fuck you, I'll stop."
Shermie couldn't even begin to fathom the words, much less voice them.  She 
simply shook her head, causing more tears to drop onto the floor.  Ryuji didn't 
seem to care in the slightest, "Then I guess you want me to keep on going!  I 
have quite a bit left in me my dear, let's see who outlasts who."
	Sure enough, Ryuji's pace not only didn't slow, but he seemed to be 
gaining speed.  His occasional grunts of pleasure, mixed with his comments like, 
"Yeah baby, your ass is a lot fucking tighter than your cunt was.", and so 
forth, made Shermie realize that he had no intention of stopping, nor did it 
seem he would going to cum anytime soon.  Finally, she couldn't take it anymore, 
and cried out, "Please!  Yashiro!!  Please, fuck my ass!  Fuck me harder!  I 
want it… Give it to me…GIVE IT TO ME AS HARD AS YOU CAN!!!"
Ryuji laughed, "That's the spirit babe!  Yeah…Okay…deal's a deal I guess.", and 
with a few last hard thrusts, Ryuji pulled himself out of her.  Shermie let out 
an enormous sigh of relief, and then felt an almost burning sensation on her 
back.  Hearing Ryuji's grunts and cries of pleasure could only mean one thing, 
he had jerked himself to climax, and was now spewing his hot load all over her.  
Sure enough, she felt small pools of semen land on her back, and even felt one 
shot hit the back of her head.
Finally spent, Ryuji chuckled and went into another room.  Shermie could hear 
water running, and she could only guess that Ryuji was cleaning himself off.  
Shermie couldn't even look at her own body, much less stop the tears that were 
still flowing.  She felt dirty and used, and her biggest regret was that she had 
fully underestimated Ryuji and the effects that the Orochi blood had on him.  
But then she saw Ryuji walk into her field of view.  With a quick motion, he 
grabbed her suspended wrists cut the ropes that held her arms.  Still holding 
her, Ryuji also sliced through the ropes binding her wrists together.  He then 
pushed her forward, and Shermie collapsed into a cum encrusted, sweaty, bloody,  
heap on the floor.  She instantly hugged herself, wrapping her arms around her 
body as best she could.  She was sore all over, and her wrists hurt badly from 
the rope burns.  She then felt her ankles become free, and she brought her legs 
up to herself and wrapped herself into a fetal position.  She didn't need to 
look up at Ryuji, who said, "Heh…Here, take this card.  I expect to see two 
million American dollars deposited into this bank account by no later than 
tomorrow night."
Shermie still didn't look up, simply nodded her head.  Ryuji continued, "Okay 
then, when you finally decide to get your pretty ass off the ground, you can use 
whatever you can find in here.  I don't care, I'm never coming back to this 
hideout again.  There's a shower in that little room over in the corner too.  I 
suggest you use it.  Don't want cops asking questions now do you?  And here, 
take this."  Shermie heard what sounded to be a pile of clothing hit the ground 
next to her.  "Wear that dress, and no one will mess with you.  It has my mark 
on it, so people will know that you're under my wing.  When you're all cleaned 
up, you can go ahead and run home to Yashiro, or whatever his name is.  Other 
than that, I'd say our little business meeting is adjourned.  See you in the 
King of Fighters Tournament sweet thing."
Shermie just lay there, and Ryuji suddenly grabbed something out of his boot.  
Opening one eye, she saw Ryuji throw a small knife into the card on the floor, 
pinning it down.  "Make sure you don't forget that my dear.  I'd be REAL pissed 
if I found out you backed out on our deal.  Just make sure that when it comes to 
asking ME for anything you say "please"."  Shermie then saw him walk away, 
pausing only to say, "Hmph, Hyaku-nen hae-en da yo!" ("Hmph, you were 100 years 
too young to fight me!")  Then he was gone.
A couple of hours passed, and finally Shermie crawled over to where the shower 
was.  Reaching up, she turned the water to hot, and let it cascade down.  The 
hot water felt good to her, not just because of the relief it gave to her overly 
sore muscles, but also cause it helped to burn away the feelings of Ryuji's 
touch.  She watched with dull, glazed eyes as the blood flowed from between her 
legs and into the drain.
After about 30 minutes, Shermie stood and properly cleaned herself off.  Her 
only thoughts were of Yashiro, and how she was going to kill Ryuji the next time 
that they met.  But next time, there would be a slight twist, for next time she 
would have merged her body and soul back together, and would fight Ryuji not as 
the simple girl Shermie, but as her rightful position as the Queen of Dark 
Lightning, one of the four monarchs of the awakening.
Shermie stayed in the shower for over an hour, taking great care to scrub her 
skin to the point of pain so that she could wash off Ryuji's influence.  She 
finally stepped out, dried off, and then put on the blue Chinese style dress 
with Ryuji's symbol on it that he had left for her.  She picked up the card from 
the ground, and threw the knife against the wall.  Finding and picking up her 
phone, she went outside and called up Yashiro, who answered after two rings, 
"Hello?"
"Yashiro…It's real nice to hear your voice again…", Shermie's voice trailed off.
"Shermie?  I was beginning to worry.  Did you meet with Yamazaki yet?"
Shermie was silent for a few moments, but finally said, "Yes…I got him to agree 
to seven million dollars.  Two up front."
She heard Yashiro whistle in the background, "Whoa…Well, we expected him to want 
more than that.  That'll really pinch our finances, but we can cover it.  When 
are you coming back to Japan?"
"As soon as I can get down to the airport.  I'm through with Hong Kong…I'm never 
coming back here again." She couldn't help but say that last part with anger.
	Yashiro seemed to detect the poison in her voice, "Well…I'm sure whatever 
happened, you'll tell me all about it when you get back…Until then Shermie."
"Yashiro…", Shermie started to say something, but line had already gone dead.
	"*Oh Yashiro…I can never tell you what happened.  Such a pity too, because 
you'll never know that I gave my virginity to you…*"  With that last thought, 
Shermie made her way back through the twisting alleyways of downtown Hong Kong, 
melding into the darkness of the night, a darkness that was only matched by the 
seething hatred she held for Ryuji Yamazaki.

END


Whoa, that's it.  Ouch…That story scared even ME (j/k ^_^).  That's probably 
(oh, HELL with the probably, it IS) the darkest story I'll ever write.  I hope 
some of you enjoyed it, and if not, please let me know.  I can guarantee that 
all subsequent stories that I write will be a LOT nicer.  The reasons behind 
this one are…I dunno.  I came up with the idea (Yes, >I< am to blame for all the 
ideas and participants) of these two while sitting in class.  But Ryuji Yamazaki 
is NOT a nice guy, and hell, let's face it, I don't care WHAT SNK puts in their 
CD's, Shermie's little team is bent on world domination and ethnic genocide (the 
end of all humanity).  I guess that's why I gave the story the name I did.  This 
is what happens when you take two evil people, and simply let the story write 
itself.  Anyway, I have a suggestion for the participants of the next story, so 
I'll be busy with that one soon.  So until we meet again, please send all you 
comments and/or suggestions my way to Vegeta@AMX.net.

Mata na,

Vegeta

PS  I know that a lot of the moves I've used in my stories may not have the 
EXACT words used by the characters, but I used the words as I've heard them when 
I play the game in the noisy arcades I frequent.  For example, Iori does NOT say 
"Yoroshiku-ne, SHI-NE!" when doing his "Maiden Masher" Super.  Rather, he says, 
"Nake!  Sakebe!  Soshite, SHI-NE!", which means, "Cry!  Scream!  And then…DIE!"  
I apologize for any mistakes I've made in my previous stories, and thanks to 
Chika-san's King of Fighter's Zone, I have found the ACTUAL words used (Thanks 
again Chika-san! ^_^).  If you'd like to see the REAL translations of what is 
said during King of Fighters 1997 matches (although it does not have the names 
or translations of the moves.  NO ONE has those, cause they're ridiculous to try 
to translate, especially without the kanji to look at for reference), then go to 
this URL : Http://members.aol.com/iorin/chika/index.html