Street Fighter: Prisoner of Juri’s

I wake up feeling cold and wet. My hands shiver against the cement floor beneath me. Laying in a puddle of who knows what, I manage to my feet.

Holding my head in my hands, rubbing at my eyes. I open them to that I’m no longer in my cozy bed, but a prison cell.

“Hello!” I yell out, looking over my surroundings. The place looks empty under the dim light. From what looks to be an empty cell block, with no other prisoners but myself.

“Anyone there!” I yell once more, hoping for an answer. Though, there was nothing. Hugging my still naked self, trying to hold back from shivering, I dart my eyes around in hopes of a reply.

Where am I? and how did I get here? I ask myself subconsciously, with no memory of what was before.

Then suddenly, the sound of clicking foot steps can be made out from a distance. Stepping forward in my cell, grabbing at the cold metal bars that trap me. I peer through the darkness in attempts to spot the individual. As a red eye glows from afar.

“It’s good to see you awake.” The voice calls out with an apparent feminine tone.

“Who are you? Why am I here?” I protest angrily.

“Hush boy. Your questions will be met with answers soon enough. All you need to know is your under the protection of S.I.N. now. You are safe.”

“I’ve given you a truth. Now I ask for one as well. Why does Mr. Bison want with you?”

“Mr. Bison?” I mumble under my breath. Looking down at my clad body.

“Don’t play games with me!” The woman frustratingly yells, stepping out from the shadows. Who came out was not at all who came to mind. This woman iconically look the part of a character from street fighter, a game that I used to play when I was young. None other than Juni Han herself.

“Tell me!” She screams, progressively getting closer to the cell.

Her suit looked remarkably similar in style of her suit in the recent street fighter games. A tight bodysuit with the zipper that goes all the way down between her legs. Though she has it up just enough to hint at her ample cleavage. Even her hair was styled to match, horned look in all.

Stepping up to the bars face to face. Juri grins from ear to ear. Her unnatural pink irises stare up and down my body. Hungrily groaning up another proposal.

“Well then... where do you want me to break you first?! Since your refusing to talk.

Juri quickly grabs the back of my head, pressing my face between the narrow cage bars. I grunt in agony at her forceful grip. My body pulled along with it until my full front was press up against the bars as well. Juri with her free hand, trails a sharp finger down my neck. Causing a gulp to form in my throat.

“I’d hate to kill you so early.” She barks through her teeth. Before continuing her trail down my chest. Slowly Juri’s nail scratches to a halt, just below my belly button.

“You seem to take care of yourself.” She licks her lips, eyes lingering down at what is my penis. The tension causes a shivering twitch to roll through your body. Even my cock jumped at her statements. The feeling of blood flowing to it only entails an awkward boner in my future.

“Why don’t we test your body’s potential.”