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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. 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