Cammy’s Solo Mission!!

((This story involves Half-Castration, Knees, Ball Stomping, and Knees. Enjoy at your own risk!))

*** ***Cammy moved like a shadow through the dense jungle surrounding Bison’s hidden Shadaloo stronghold, her green leotard and red beret blending with the foliage. This was it—her solo mission. As her green leotard hugs her curvy body, the groin part of the leotard clinging to her plump pussy, as the thong rides all the way up her ass.

No Delta Red backup, no Chun-Li, just her against the man who’d haunted her past for too long. She slipped past the outer guards with silent efficiency, her toned legs carrying her up a service ladder to a ventilation grate overlooking the central command chamber.

Below, M. Bison stood in his crimson uniform, cape billowing dramatically as he addressed a group of scientists and officers via holographic display. His voice boomed with arrogant confidence.

“…And with the perfected Psycho Power transmitter, every world leader will bend to my will. Nations will kneel, armies will march under my command. Mind control on a global scale! Shadaloo will reign supreme. The weak masses crave a god—they will have one!”

Cammy’s blood boiled. She didn’t hesitate. Kicking the grate loose, she dropped into the chamber like a missile.

“Psycho Power ends TODAY, Bison!” she snarled.

She launched immediately into a high kick—her powerful right leg whipping upward in a blur toward his head. The air whistled from the force.

“Foolish girl. Always so predictable.” Bison’s eyes flashed with amusement.

He sidestepped with unnatural speed, Psycho Power crackling around him. Cammy landed and spun instantly into a Cannon Spike, her legs driving upward like pistons.

“Hah!” The strike grazed his cape, but Bison floated backward, laughing. “You’ve improved since you were my doll, Cammy White. But you’re still just a broken weapon.” He thrust his palm forward. “Psycho Crusher!”

A swirling vortex of dark energy slammed into her midsection.

“I’m no one’s doll anymore!” Cammy grunted, skidding across the floor, but she rolled to her feet and charged again.

She unleashed a rapid combo: a low sweep kick aimed at his ankles, followed by an elbow strike and a spinning backfist. Bison blocked the sweep with a casual knee lift, then caught her elbow mid-strike. His grip was like iron.

“Pathetic.” He headbutted her hard, sending her staggering.

Before she could recover, he delivered a brutal Psycho-powered uppercut to her ribs.

*CRACK\*

Cammy gasped, tasting blood, but countered with a jumping roundhouse kick that connected solidly against his shoulder.

Bison staggered slightly, then grinned.

“Not bad. But you lack true power.” He says, his blank eyes staring at the sexy blonde with amusement.

The fight intensified. Cammy darted in and out, using her agility—Lightning Kicks raining down in a flurry.

“Take this! And this! And this!” Her boots hammered against his forearms as he blocked.

She transitioned into a Spiral Arrow, rolling forward with legs extended like a drill.

Bison caught her legs mid-rotation, twisted, and slammed her down onto the cold metal floor.

*CRASHH\*

“You fight like a child throwing a tantrum.” Bison says crossing his arms in disappointment.

Cammy rolled away, breathing heavily, sweat glistening on her exposed skin. She threw a knife from her boot, forcing him to dodge, then followed with a high jump kick.

“I’ll wipe that smirk off your face!” Cammy snarls from his remark, as she charges him yet again firing bullets from her pistol.

Bison teleported behind her in a burst of purple energy.

“Too slow.” His fist drove into her kidney.

*THWACK\*

She cried out, doubling over. He grabbed her by the braids and yanked her head back.

“You came alone? How deliciously arrogant.” He says looking at her teary eyed expression.

“Arrogant? Says the man monologuing about world domination like a bad cartoon villain!” She elbowed him in the gut and broke free, landing a solid kick to his thigh.

Bison laughed deeply, then unleashed a barrage.

Psycho-powered punches and kicks blurred. Cammy blocked and weaved, but each hit she failed to fully deflect rattled her bones. A heavy roundhouse from Bison caught her across the chest, lifting her off her feet and crashing her into a console.

*BOOOM\*

Sparks flew.

“I… won’t… lose…” She slowly pushed herself up, her legs trembling.

“You already have,” Bison taunted, advancing slowly. “Your body remembers me, doesn’t it? The programming. The submission.”

“Shut up!” Cammy roared and lunged with everything she had left—a full-power Cannon Spike aimed at his jaw.

Bison sidestepped at the last second. His hand clamped around her ankle mid-air. With terrifying strength, he spun and hurled her across the room.

She slammed into the far wall and slid down, groaning, her body battered and bruised. Blood trickled from her lip.

“Pathetic. I expected more from my greatest creation. Now… you will serve again.” Bison approached, towering over her.

Cammy lay there for a moment, feigning defeat, chest heaving. Then a cold, determined smile crept across her face.

He’s overconfident. Exposed. Time to exploit the one weakness every man has.

As Bison reached down to grab her, she exploded upward. Her left leg shot between his stance in a lightning-fast groin kick—her boot connecting squarely with his balls in a sickening—

*CRUNCH\*

“GAAHHH!” Bison’s eyes bulged. The mighty dictator doubled forward instantly, hands instinctively clutching his crotch. Psycho energy flickered wildly around him.

Cammy didn’t let up.

“How’s that feel, you bastard?!” She rose and drove her knee upward into his groin again—harder.

*CRUNCHH\*

The impact lifted him slightly onto his toes. Another agonized grunt escaped his lips.
She grabbed his shoulders for leverage and rammed her knee up repeatedly.

*CRUNCH* *CRUNCHH* *SQUELCHHH\*

Each strike targeted his vulnerable testicles with precision, her powerful thigh muscles flexing under the leotard.

“Ugh—! You… dirty… little—!” Bison wheezed, trying to summon Psycho Power, but the pain shattered his concentration. His legs felt like jello.

“What’s wrong, Bison? Not so invincible when someone goes for the family jewels, huh? All that power and you still scream like any other man when his balls get crushed!”Cammy laughed breathlessly, adrenaline surging.

She spun into a low sweep that took his legs out, dropping him on his back.

*THUD\*

Before he could recover, she stood over him and stomped down hard with her heel directly onto his groin, grinding her boot into his balls.

*CRUNCHHH\*

Bison howled, his body convulsing.

“Crying already?” Cammy taunted, twisting her foot. She could feel the soft, vulnerable orbs compressing under her weight. “This is for every life you’ve ruined. Every mind you’ve broken. Including mine!”

Bison tried to push her off, but she dropped down, straddling his chest. She pinned one arm with her knee and delivered a series of short, vicious punches and elbow strikes to his balls—targeted, relentless.

*CRACK* *CRUNCHH* *POP\*

Each blow made his body jerk violently. He gasped between screams, face purple with agony.

Cammy leaned in close, she reached down, grabbed the front of his pants, and yanked them open just enough. Her gloved hand cupped his swollen, throbbing testicles, squeezing hard.

“Oh? Oh nooo~… Is one of them ruptured?” She cooed at him, as nausea filled his gut.

She squeezed and twisted, digging her fingers in with all her strength.

“Tap out, dictator. Or I’ll pop the last one like a grape.” She says her thumb and finger crushing the last solid bits of his ruptured nut.

His free hand flailed, Psycho energy sparking weakly.

Cammy released the squeeze only to hammer her fist down repeatedly onto his naked, reddened ball.

*CRUNCH* *CRUNCHH\*

The wet, meaty impacts filled the room alongside his broken cries.

Finally, Bison’s body went limp, eyes rolling back from the overwhelming pain.

Cammy stood up, breathing hard, and delivered one last devastating stomp onto his groin for good measure.

*CRUNCHHHH\*

“Mission… accomplished,” she panted, wiping sweat from her brow.

She looked down at the once-terrifying M. Bison lying on his back, unconscious.

She activated her communicator.

“Delta Red, this is Cammy. Target neutralized. Send the cleanup crew… and maybe a doctor. He’s going to need one for… personal reasons.” Cammy allowed herself a satisfied smirk as she walked away, hips swaying.

Bison’s reign of terror ended not with a Psycho Explosion, but with a well-placed series of shots to those dangling liabilities he has, (or had).