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                                                     …And Cammy Makes Three

Author's Note: Read "Juri and Chun-Li" if you want to understand what's going on here. Or don't, and just enjoy the ride.

        With a muted plop, a pair of black combat boots hit the weathered pavement of the apparently-abandoned compound. The woman in the boots crouched down as she landed to minimize the impact, but smoothly darted ahead, out of the revealing moonlight and into the concealment offered by one of the run-down warehouses. She swiftly dashed around the back of the warehouse, staying in the shadows, and then carefully scanned around the corner. She was not interested in the contents of the warehouses, knowing that this compound held nothing of value on the surface. She saw a smaller, blocky building on the other side of an open, paved area, and decided to try that one. Another dash through revealing moonlight, and she found something promising, an outside cellar door. She tapped it gently and, satisfied with what she felt, stood and delivered a powerful downward kick, breaking the door clean open.
        When she looked into the staircase the cellar door had concealed, she found her hunch had been satisfied. It was not what a cellar door usually concealed, a single flight of straight stairs, but instead a concrete spiral staircase leading down into unknowable darkness. She reached into a utility belt she had, withdrawing a small flashlight, and took the trip down below. After some fifty feet of winding downward, she found another door. This one was much more solid and would not yield to her violence, but there was a number pad beside it. The woman paused momentarily, punched a six-digit sequence into the number pad, the door beeped and she gained entry.
        Cammy White was on the trail of the Shadaloo Intimidation Network once again. Delta Red had been put on the alert that SIN was initiating a new plot, having just gone through some leadership transitions, and a hive of activity had been detected across a few of their suspected bases. For the past week, Cammy had been making her way by jeep into the interior of Angola, where SIN had a base that was quite inconspicuous, looking like any number of old Angolan rebel bases, but suspected of being SIN-occupied. It would have been faster to air-drop her in, but SIN was nothing if not tech-savvy, and the profile of a British military aircraft, no matter how stealthy, over Angola would be blaringly obvious to them.
        Cammy had been sent in her normal uniform, content with nothing else but her tight green leotard that bared all of her muscular legs, with her usual red beret sitting atop her blonde hair, which was tied back into two long braids, red gauntlets, and black combat boots. The only addition had been a slim utility belt, including some of her favorite throwing knives, a firearm, and a few sundry tools like a flashlight. Cammy looked imposing as ever, all business and tough as nails as she strode confidently into the underground corridor, her flashlight showing the way. She was a little bothered by how easy it had been to get past the pass-code protection on the armored door, but she shook it off as she continued inward.
        She stepped out of the narrow concrete corridor into a larger underground chamber. One singular point of light in the room drew her attention, and she suddenly felt much worse about this mission. Chun-Li was there, seated in a chair, bound and gagged, underneath a dim light that illuminated a small space around her, wearing her normal fighting outfit, her blue qipao and brown pantyhose. She was unconscious in the chair, her muscular body limp.
        Cammy should have been suspicious of this, suspicious of the fact that Chun had been left in that chair in this large room, completely unguarded. She should have been suspicious of the fact that Chun was here at all, as Delta Red knew that Interpol wasn't doing anything about the recent SIN chatter. She hadn't heard much about Chun-Li at all since the last world warrior tournament, but it was usual for people like her, figures working the frontlines in law enforcement, to be out of touch for long periods of time as they worked. She herself had been directed to maintain radio silence at least until she returned to Luanda, again for fear of SIN interception.
        All of this should have been setting off alarm bells in Cammy's brain, and to be fair, she was aware that this was likely a trap, but still concern for her friend overwhelmed her, and she dashed towards the chair in utter defiance of her better judgment. "Chun!" she shouted, "Chun-Li!" She crouched in front of the chair to see if Chun was at all responsive, or if she was even alive. She touched Chun's neck and got a pulse, but the Chinese woman remained motionless. Cammy frowned, withdrew a knife, slid through the ropes that bound Chun's wrists to the back of the chair, and then undid her gag. She grabbed Chun-Li from under her armpits and picked her up.
        "Oh, you do work fast, who said you could grope me this quickly?" Cammy stepped back in shock, letting Chun-Li go, and the other woman stood on her own feet and opened her eyes, eyes with wild, blood-red irises. There was a mischievous look in those eyes, one unusual for Chun-Li's face, but fitting for someone else Cammy knew…
        "Juri!" Cammy barked, assuming a fighting stance and glaring at the person before her who looked like Chun-Li but wasn't. "I'm not going to play games here! Show yourself, and I'll kick your ass quickly! What did you do to Chun-Li? This is a trap, right? Why did you lure me here?"
        The person that looked like Chun-Li laughed. "Poor Cammy. You never want to see the truth in front of your own eyes. This is a trap, but it was we together who lured you here, and I am Chun-Li."
        "Quit lying!" Cammy barked, growing angrier and stepping towards the other woman threateningly.
        "She's not lying," came another voice from behind her. Cammy half-turned around, not wanting to leave her back exposed to Chun-Li either. Juri Han was there, the sinister Korean girl looking menacing as ever with her spider-patterned tube-top and hairdo that looked like a pair of spider fangs, her one mechanical eye glinting a bright, unnerving violet. "Chun-Li is with me now."
        "She's telling the truth," Chun-Li insisted as Cammy looked back at her accusingly.
        "But why?" Cammy asked.
        "You'll see soon enough," Juri said. "Ready?"
        "Ready," Chun-Li replied. Her red eyes glinted slightly.
        Cammy leapt backwards, making sure both of the formidable fighters were well within her field of vision, and shifted her stance to once again guard her front. She knew her chances were poor, since either Chun or Juri alone would be a tough fight, but she didn't have to win, she merely had to get out.
        Chun-Li dashed towards her swiftly, keeping her body low to the ground, intent on sweeping Cammy's legs and upsetting the woman, while Juri cautiously edged closer as well. Juri was still a safe distance away, so Cammy kept her focus on Chun, preparing herself for a lightning-quick Cannon Spike, at just the right time…
        An instant before Cammy would have moved, a powerful violet flash overwhelmed her sight, and in her instant of disorientation, she felt an impact against her legs and went down hard, falling to the cement floor. She felt another impact soon after, recovering her sight just soon enough to find Juri locking her into a powerful submission hold, and Chun-Li soon moved to assist her. Cammy struggled, but between the two of them, they soon had her bound at her wrists and ankles, defeated.
        Chun-Li and Juri picked up Cammy together; Chun grabbing her from the wrists and Juri holding her up from her boots. Cammy knew it would be no good screaming or struggling, knew it was best to conserve her strength for whatever trials were to come, though her mind was awash in questions regarding Chun-Li's changed allegiance. Cammy had researched brainwashing a good deal in her time, trying to uncover more about her mysterious past, but even knowing what she knew, Chun-Li's condition seemed strange to her. Chun seemed more live than brainwashed people usually did, more self-aware than the Shadaloo Dolls Cammy had met in her various adventures. She still doubted the veracity of Chun's identity, but something was certainly wrong with the odd red-eyed woman who acted similar to Juri.
        Juri and Chun-Li brought Cammy into a chamber still deeper into their underground compound, a laboratory of sorts that housed a smaller metallic chamber in the center. "What is that?" Cammy asked, her voice steady though she was scrambling internally, wondering all the more frantically exactly what they intended for her.
        "Something fun," Chun-Li said, a wicked smile on her face as she opened the door into the smaller chamber. She and Juri then bore her inside. Inside there was a large monitor across from the door as well as a pair of leg shackles on the floor and a number of lines hanging down from the ceiling. Chun-Li set Cammy's legs on the ground and rigged the ankle shackles in so that her legs were spread apart slightly, but she was still in a standing position. Meanwhile, Juri pulled a number of the lines from the ceiling down. Two were electrodes that were attached to Cammy's temples, one was a collar strapped around Cammy's neck, and two were wrist bonds that were strapped in to Cammy's wrists, and her arms were held up over her head. All-in-all, Cammy was slightly uncomfortable, but not too much.
        "It's a brainwashing chamber," Juri clarified as she strapped Cammy in. "Well, mindbreaking is the better term. We at SIN pride ourselves in being able to make things that will crack your mind open like an egg," she said, licking her lips suggestively. "Okay, so I didn't make them, some geeks that work for me did, but the end result is the same."
        "She got me with that eye of hers," Chun-Li added. "And she could do it again. It's really liberating to see that violate light; it does things to you."
        "But I hate doing something the same way twice," Juri continued. "So we're going to try this." Juri drew forth a strange-looking bottle while Chun-Li took Cammy's utility belt off and pulled out one of her throwing knives. Chun-Li took the knife and stood in front of Cammy, pointing it straight at her chest. Cammy cringed when she felt the point of the knife come in contact with her leotard, but Chun-Li merely split Cammy's leotard open, then parted it, exposing the blonde woman's sizable breasts. Juri then began pouring the contents of the bottle, a viscous, clear goo, onto Cammy's breasts, while Chun began rubbing the fluid into her soft flesh.
        "What is that?" Cammy asked in a harsh, accusatory tone. But she was all bark and no bite, bound as she was, and Juri and Chun-Li both knew it.
        "Patience is a virtue, Cammy," Chun-Li chided. With that, Juri and Chun-Li left the brainwashing chamber, shutting the door behind them.
        For a moment, all was dark and quiet, and then the monitor turned on. Lights flitted and flickered across the screen in a high frequency strobe pattern. Cammy was vexed, given that she was not epileptic, and light patterns like this could not affect her mind directly. The only thing she could really ascertain about the lights were that they were kind of annoying, grating on her somewhat, so she decided to close her eyes and block it out.
        The instant she shut her eyes, she received a small shock from the electrodes. It was a minor thing, again more annoying than actually harmful, but being delivered so close to the muscles that controlled her eyes, it prompted her to re-open them. Okay, so it was a response to keep her from closing her eyes, fair enough. She kept her eyes open, enduring the annoying strobe effect, but then…
         "Ow, damnit!" she yelped as she was shocked again, this time a little harder. Still not enough to do any damage, but it was all the more aggravating. "What do you want from me?" As if in response to her random exclamation, two things occurred; she was shocked again, and an audio track began to play, loud and clear over some speakers concealed in the darkness somewhere. It was the sound of lovemaking. Lesbian lovemaking, it became apparent after a few moments, given that all the voices she could hear were those of women.
        Shouts, moans, gasps, muted exclamations of ecstasy, as well as the constant sound of lips pressed up against something, seeking, suckling, gnawing, kissing. These were the sounds that chased themselves into Cammy's ears and resonated through her head. She thought for a time to try shouting out the sounds, blocking them out with the noise of her own voice, but she was curious, vaguely intrigued and, though she would not admit it even to herself, a little turned on.
        As she allowed the siren song of lesbian lovemaking to get further into her brain, at least when she wasn't interrupted by those damnable random electric jolts, she noticed that her arousal was beginning to manifest itself physically. Her breasts tingled, her nipples arrowed outward and tingled yet more intensely than her breasts. As she heard the sounds of suckling, she briefly jolt damnit! pondered some woman's lips, tongue, and teeth finding their way to her  nipple; licking, sucking, nibbling slightly, stretching the flesh. Another jolt shocked her out of her reverie, and she cursed audibly, but after the flash of rage, her mind snapped back to her growing need to feel something in her breasts, to have someone stimulate them. Maybe Chun-Li could fasten her lips…
        When that thought entered her head, she unconsciously tried to move her hands, wanting to fondle her own breasts, but her hands were still held up well above her head, firmly bound. She wriggled in her bonds, craving release in more than one way. The feeling of arousal spread downward from her breasts, from the place where the goo had been applied, slipping into her bloodstream and increasing the sensitivity of every nerve-ending it touched, including one bundle of densely-packed nerve endings in particular.
        "Agh!" Cammy's moan joined the chorus of feminine arousal that reverberated throughout the metal chamber. Her wriggling increased, now wanting to touch herself in multiple places, but unable to. She was feeling hot, stimulated, antsy. Now she needed release, release from these bonds so she could indulge herself, release from this damned electric shock that kept zapping her just when she felt it was safe to start freely indulging in her own arousal, release from the persistent voices of women who were finding the pleasure she was unable to find, and release from this irritating strobe image.
        She could not get far even in the realm of fantasy. She would try to form the image in her mind; Chun-Li, or Juri, or some amalgamation of the two women. It was insane to even think of Juri that way, and still somewhat less than sane to think of Chun that way, but Cammy really didn't have time to think about it one way or another. For as soon as she formed the picture in her head, the picture of Juri, perhaps, reaching down and pulling aside the cloth of her leotard and getting her fingers right in the sweet spot, she received a literal jolt back to reality, or at least the reality she was being driven into.  Her mind was driven between the two opposing forces, her growing wrath at her situation and the intense, insatiable arousal she felt due to the aphrodisiac, the erotic audio, and the fact that she was entirely unable to seek release.
        Cammy did not know how long she was made to endure this duality; the parallel tracks of growing more aroused and more angered. In reality, her captors kept her in that state for a total of only two hours, but it felt much longer to the bound woman, her sense of time lost between her mounting horniness and rising anger. She wanted to fight, to destroy something or someone with her bare hands, preferably the bitches responsible for her getting this infernal electric shock, but honestly she didn't know what she would do; her desire for human contact, for female contact, grown to the point that she could just wrap her body around even those despicable women and fuck either of them silly, which represented how confused she really was.
        At long last it stopped, or at least the external stimuli stopped. Just because she was no longer hearing the voices, seeing the strobe light, or feeling the electric shocks did not mean that she did not continue to feel incredibly agitated and horny. Cammy continued to wriggle in place and strain against her bonds as the door opened and outside light flooded into the chamber, causing her to squint.
        It was them; the two women that had reduced Cammy to this state. She craned her head around as far as her restraints would let her to verify both of them; Juri Han and Chun-Li. The two women stepped around Cammy from different sides, both standing in front of her with looks of perverse satisfaction on their faces, a look that was quite out of place from the Chun-Li she had known, but was perfectly suited to Juri's features.
        "Let me go!" Cammy barked, thrashing in her confinement like a caged tigress. "Get me out of these restraints!"
        "Why?" Juri asked with a voice sweet as honey. "What exactly do you want to do when you get out of those restraints, hmm?" She laid her hands on her own breasts where her top covered them and made small circling motions with her palms. Chun-Li provided the alternative, assuming a fighting stance and motioning forward with one hand, bidding the bound woman to come at her. Cammy thrashed, still not knowing what she wanted, as she watched Juri lick her lips suggestively and watched Chun-Li bounce around a little in her fighting stance.
        Really she wanted to do everything to both of them. She wanted to deliver a crushing kick to the cute midriff Juri was constantly showing, and also wanted her to take that slithering tongue of hers and use it to transport her to places she never knew existed. She also harbored, stranger still, a desire for Juri to kick her with those delicious-looking petit bare feet, deceptively cute as they concealed their power. As she saw Chun-Li hop about in her fighting stance, she noticed her breasts jiggling with her movement, and desired possession of them, but also wished to fight her old friendly rival again; right now in this small chamber.
        "I don't know!" she finally shouted, the conflicting desires as she viewed the two women wearing on her sanity that had already been fractured by the aphrodisiac and the negative-reinforcement training. "Just let me go! I need to do it! I need to… feel… something…" her voice trailed as she began to pant, her need for release overwhelming even her capacity to speak. There was a look of desperation in her eyes wholly alien to the woman known as Cammy White, headstrong Special Ops soldier with a mysterious past, a woman who was fast falling to her baser instincts, her animal desires.
        "You don't know?" Juri said, looking pleased at Cammy's consternation and grinning sidelong at Chun. "Then let me enlighten you. When I took this one," she said, giving Chun a playful punch on the arm, for which Chun aimed a powerful kick at her that she barely managed to block with her arms. "I used my eye to get her, and whenever I flashed her, she went one of two ways; either she wanted to fight me, or she wanted to have sex with me. We did a bit of both before we were through," she added, smiling at Chun-Li again.
        Chun took another step towards Cammy as Juri narrated. "So my science goons figured out that the quickest way to break a strong woman's mind was to manipulate two urges; fight," she said, and Chun delivered a quick punch to Cammy's gut, driving the wind out of her, "or fuck," Juri finished, and Chun leaned in and gave Cammy a kiss. Cammy was quite receptive, welcoming Chun's tongue into her mouth and returning the favor, her own tongue savoring Chun's unique taste, but only for a moment. Chun withdrew, though not without brushing a finger against Cammy's bare breast. Her fingers stayed well clear of Cammy's nipple, but the contact-starved woman shivered at the touch all the same.
        "Taking advantage of those who are too scared to do anything but serve us," Chun-Li said, "we set this up, and now you're caught in this tormented fight-or-fuck state. All your mind needs now is a reboot, and you'll be just like me."
        "I don't… want to be… like you…" Cammy panted, her conscious mind fighting upstream against the tide of animal urges to violence and fornication that roiled within her. "Why do you… Chun-Li? You hated… SIN…"
        "I did," Chun-Li said. "I once thought like you guys in Delta Red, I thought there was good and evil, and that all my discipline, all my repression, was necessary so that I could continue to fight sadistic bitches like Juri here," Juri smiled at the reference. "Then she set me free. It's so much better to get away from right and wrong, to just be able to do whatever you want."
        "Fight or fuck!" she suddenly said fiercely, aiming a roundhouse kick at Juri, hitting the co-leader of SIN, her sparring partner, her lover, and thrusting her back into the metal wall of the chamber with a bang, then reaching out with her hand and pinching Cammy's exposed nipple, eliciting a pleasurable yelp from the other woman. "It feels better than you can possibly imagine, letting go of your inhibitions, living only on your animal instincts to fight and mate. Of course, this is only a pleasure that belongs to us; the best, the strongest women in the world. Juri knew this pleasure first, she gave it to me, and now we'll give it to you. Join us, Cammy."
        The horrors that Chun-Li revealed to her inspired Cammy to greater sobriety, despite the fact that this "fight or fuck" duality was still raging strongly inside her. She couldn't believe what she was hearing, that Chun-Li had fallen so far from the noble, disciplined fighter that had done so much in the struggles against Shadaloo, who had now joined the Shadaloo successor organization.
        "N-never…" she finally said, and spat on Chun's qipao.
        "Not like you're getting a choice," Juri said, smiling all the more to see some delicious defiance. She and Chun then left the chamber, shutting the door behind them.
        "Are you sure this will work?" Chun commented to her comrade and lover.
        "If not, some Research and Development geeks are going to get their legs broken, but if they value their leg bones, then this will suck up her consciousness like milk through a straw."
        Inside the chamber, the monitor turned on once again. This time not alight with aggravating strobe lights, but with a 3D image; outward radiating colored rings on a black background. The effect made it seem to Cammy as though she were falling into an infinite pit of color. The hypnotic effect was sudden and overwhelming on the woman who had been put through so much psychological stress in the past few hours, her tormented mind giving itself over to the colored rings in an effort to escape the intense passions that she felt. Cammy did not even try to fight at this juncture, taking the easy way out by giving herself over to the colors; they were serene, deep, and endless. Her captors had presented her with a way out of her predicament, and she seized it gladly, giving herself into nothingness.
        But there was something else in play, another reason why Cammy so readily fell to hypnosis. Now that her mind had already been weakened, old, buried fragments of herself had been exposed, things that had been buried since she had become Cammy White, member of Delta Red, a Cammy who was well-conditioned for mental obedience, an efficient, lethal Shadaloo Doll. The Doll knew to give herself to mental conditioning, and obediently sought to escape from the burden of thought.
        Juri and Chun-Li returned a scant five minutes later, having carefully maintained scans of Cammy's brain activity, observing how quickly higher brain activity had flatlined. Juri and Chun-Li each stood to either side of Cammy, and the 3D effect of the screen meant that neither could properly see the screen, which could only be properly viewed from the right angle. They saw before them Cammy the Doll, glassy-eyed and placid.
        "She looks so peaceful," Juri said, brushing a hand against Cammy's cheek. "So pliant. She's putty in our hands."
        "I hate it," Chun-Li said.
        "Me too," Juri replied. "I'll wake her up." She stood in front of Cammy and closed one eye while the other glowed, until the whole mindbreaking chamber was filled with the corrupting, violet light.

***

        "Well well," Juri said, observing her new "comrade" who now quite literally groveled at her feet. "This is an unexpected surprise; the great Cammy White is a foot fetishist."
        Cammy knelt on the floor before the chair in which Juri sat, holding one of Juri's small, pale feet in her hands, staring at it with rapt attention, breathing heavily with pent-up passion. Cammy was a new person now, a whole person, finally able to join together the woman who had once been a Shadaloo Doll and the woman who had been a World Warrior contender all her own, a member of Delta Red. She actually found that she preferred her old style of dress, a blue one-piece turtleneck leotard with a short yellow tie. She found it more distinctly stylish than her military leotard, but she was not a pure Doll. She was now able to indulge all her desires, even the ones that had been denied to her as a Delta Red operative, and hence, the foot fetishism.
        "I can't help it," Cammy said breathily, sliding her tongue over the top of Juri's foot slowly. "They're so powerful, but so cute. These are the feet I respect, feet capable of killing people, of hurting me, but they are just so perfectly shaped." She kissed it, running her tongue and lips over it until she finally got around to Juri's big toe, then sucked it in her mouth.
        "This is sick," Chun-Li observed, watching the display.
        "Then you do it too, Chun," Juri said as Cammy continued to suck on her toe. "Worship my other foot like Cammy is."
        "Why the hell would I do that?" Chun barked.
        "If you do, I'll do that thing with your tits that you love," Juri said. "Promise."
        "You had better," Chun-Li replied as she knelt down towards the other foot that Juri was offering up. "Or you'll pay."
        "I bet I will," Juri said, as Chun began to reluctantly kiss her foot.
       "You know I want a piece of that action," Cammy added, disengaging from her foot-service just long enough to make that observation.
        They appeared to be serving Juri now, and to a certain extent they were. Both women now served Juri's desire for companionship, and served her desire to spread her brand of reckless, psychotic lesbianism to other women that she deemed to be her equals. She had snared her first equal, Chun-Li, some time before, and now she had the powerful Cammy White in her fold as well, all of them living the same lifestyle of mindless violence and depraved sex. Juri Han, Chun-Li, and Cammy White; three equals, three companions living the sweet life.

End.