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I figure I have at least a dozen chapters of material already created. They just need some editing and padding. But how quickly I post, if I post at all will depend on feedback. If you like, review.

Nabiki crouched behind the sofa, her stomach churning with mingled fear and arousal.

The fear part stemmed from the fact that she’d snuck into Ryouga’s house to plant some bugs, in order to discover what Ranma and Ryouga were up to. There was something funny going on there, and she was going to find out what it was. The possibilities were endless if she could get those two in her power. On the other hand, getting caught trying to do that would put the shoe on the other foot. The last thing she wanted was to end up with them in control of her. Especially given what she had and was witnessing.

Nabiki had been in the basement, staring in bemusement at the rather strange contents, when the door at the top of the stairs had opened. She’d barely hidden herself in time to avoid discovery.

A few hours ago, Nabiki would have cared less about being discovered. But, that was when she thought she’d known Ryouga and Ranma and could manipulate them at will. Listening to the activity occurring on the other side of the couch had proven to her that she didn’t know shit about the two. Which meant they’d had her fooled, which meant she didn’t have a clue as to how they’d react to discovering her.

But, while discovering she did not know the two near as well as she thought had led to fear, the discovery of their real natures had led directly to the arousal she was feeling. Nabiki had always been more than a bit of a voyeur. Listening to Ryouga and Ranma ‘playing’ had really started to get to her. The blow job had been bad enough, not to mention shocking as hell, but it didn’t hold a candle to what had followed. Her pussy was soaking with arousal as she listened to the loud squeaking and banging coming from the old bed the two were playing on.

If that noise were not bad enough, Ranma was giving an enthusiastic play-by–play as well. “Fuck me, fuck me. Fill me with your hard-cock, big brother. Make me taste it again!”

Nabiki couldn’t resist any longer. She had to see this. Just to make sure they were not faking her out, she told herself. She peeked around the corner of the old couch, and her eyes bulged. She thought she’d been prepared by the sound effects, but the sight in front of her was beyond anything. She was staring straight at Ryouga’s muscular ass as it flexed and heaved up and down. Ranma’s legs were wrapped around his waist, and Ryouga’s cock, his very, very, big cock, was shuttling in and out of her small cunt so fast that Nabiki could see juice spraying out of Ranma’s hugely distended twat. Nabiki stared, unable to look away as Ryouga’s cock stretched Ranma open. Open a very well chosen word as every so often one of his withdrawals resulted in his cock slipped out of Ranma for a second before plunging back in. For that second, Nabiki would have been prepared to swear she could see Ranma’s tonsils. The boy was ‘HUNG” How that cock could fit into a petite package like Ranma was beyond her. But the slap of his balls against her ass was evidence that she was taking every inch he had.

Ryouga gave a gasp, and his ass clenched as he drove into Ranma one last time, sinking to the roots. Nabiki watched as that rock hard ass clenched and unclenched as Ryouga shot who knew how much sperm deep into Ranma. From the red-heads cries. She was coming as well, and Nabiki felt a twing of envy. She’d never dared let any guy between her legs. Sure she was a cock tease, but making guys sweat and suffer was only part of the reason, though a fun one. Her control of men, and boys, came from letting them think they might have a chance to slip their cocks into her, but never actually letting them do it. She knew that if she ever did, the tables would turn. They would be far more confident, and she . . .Well, let’s just say Nabiki knew herself too well. She knew what would happen if any guy had the balls to take what she offered, without caring when she tried to take it back.

Nabiki was so engrossed in her private thoughts, and fantasies, that she was caught unaware when Ryouga gave a sigh and rolled off of Ranma. She suddenly found herself staring straight into the eyes of a suddenly very annoyed red-head.

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“Let me go, let me go, let me go!” Nabiki cried out. Inside she cringed to hear herself sounding like some little virgin school girl. Ok, she was a virgin, and she was a school girl, but goddamn it, she was not this near hysterical creature.

She’d started out fine, meeting Hibiki and Saotome eye to eye, her mood detached and amused, as if she’d done nothing worthy of them being mad. She’d started to give a line of patter, laying down the situation and why they would have to let her walk out the door, with a good wad of cash in her hand, and that big stupid idiot Ryouga hadn’t listened to a word she said. He’d simply walked over, taking hold of her and dragged her over to a set of modified gym rings hanging from the ceiling. Where he had proceeded to tie her wrists above her head.

The set up was obviously intended for Ranma-chan, and she was much taller, so she was not forced up on her tip-toes as the smaller girl no doubt would have been. She was able to set both feet flat on the floor, but her arms were stretched nearly tight. She struggled and to her shame actually shrieked with outrage. “Hibiki, you are in so much . . . Grumppp.”

“Shut up,” Ryouga said, rather unnecessarily, as he stuffed a balled up bandana into Nabiki mouth, and secured it with another bandana wrapped around her head. Ignoring the look of death she directed at him, he turned his back on her, dodging a kick without thinking about it, and walked over to where Ranma was standing, her back to Nabiki, and her hands clenched into fists. He lifted his hands to set them on her tense shoulders, and then let them drop.

It was a minor miracle that Ranma’s mind had not been broken by the abuse he’d suffered at the hands of his/her father, and most of the other people in his/her life. But, there was no denying that her thought processes had some very strange twists and turns. Her relationship with Ryouga was one of those strange twists. To Ranma, they were play-mates. She literally saw no difference between the way they’d played cowboy and Indians as kids, and the way they played such games as poor little virgin school-girl gets her ass raped, now. It wasn’t sex. It was playing.

Part of that mind set meant that Ryouga could never, ever, admit to her, or in any way show, the love he had for him. Ranma was one of his best friends. He also was Ryouga’s heart, he soul, the reason he got through his life day to day. Ranma was also as straight as an arrow, at least his guy side. So there was no way Ryouga could say some the things he wanted to say. He was not her love, he was her playmate.

So, as her playmate, all he could do was stand behind her and listen to her nearly crying as she whispered, “Why couldn’t she leave us alone? We weren’t hurting anyone! She’s going to ruin everything. All the guys at school will laugh at me, and the girls will all think I’m stupid little kid. What’s wrong with playing some simple games.”

“Nothing!” Ryouga said firmly. “But, you know Nabiki. She’ll make it seem like it was something else. Like . .. We’re in love.”

Ranma facefaulted. “What! You have got to be kidding! No one is that stupid! We’re both guys for Christ sakes!”

Ryouga gave a weak grin and said in a rather strained voice. “You know that and . . .I know that, but you know Nabiki. She can twist anything.”

“Shit! What are we going to do?”

Ryouga had to step carefully here. Ranma’s fractured mental processes should go along with this. But she might not be deluded enough to bend that far. All he could do was try.

“We could let Nabiki play with us?” he said tentatively. “She wouldn’t be able to fake the evidence if she’s in the pictures as well.” Ryouga waited for Ranma’s reaction.
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Ranma’s eyes’ brightened, and a second later a smile transformed her sullen expression. Clasping her hands behind her back she skipped over to Nabiki, and then rocked back on her heels to stare up at Nabiki. Her eyes took in Nabiki cut-off short-shorts and the almost transparent blouse tied below her breasts with a knot, leaving her mid-rift bare. She finally glanced up into the face of the taller girl. “Who’s this, Big Brother?”

Nabiki stared at Ranma in bemusement, her situation fading into the back of her mind for a moment. Ranma was nude, sporing a bouncing pair of 36double D breasts, and her pubic hair was matted with a combination of her and Ryouga’s juices, but for just a second Nabiki would have sworn in was a Junior-high girl standing in front of her. Ranma was one hell of a method actor, her mind, always ready to make a yen, mused speculatively.

Her introspection was rudely interrupted when Ranma reached out and squeezed one of her breasts as if checking it for ripeness. A strangled squawk of outrage escaped Nabiki as Ranma continued to finger her right tit.

If Nabiki had possessed Ranma’s physical memory, she would have realized that Ranma-chan’s fingers were duplicating the check-up she’d given Ranma the first day at the Tendo’s. But, she didn’t. Nabiki glared daggers at Ranma while trying to suck her chest back far enough to escape her mauling fingers.

Ryouga, who had been mulling what boggy man would be evil enough to fit Nabiki, had finally come up with one from both his and Ranma’s past, and answered Yoiko’s question. “She’s from child-welfare.”

For a second Yoiko continued to play with Nabiki tit, and then she froze. She released her hold and backed up one step, two steps, and then turned and ran to hide behind Ryouga. “Don’t let her take me away, Big Brother!” she cried out.

Ryouga urged her out from behind him and knelt down so he was eye to eye with her. “You know I’d never let a bitch like that separate us, Yoiko-chan.” Nabiki’s stare of death moved from daggers to swords.

“I don’t like them,” Yoiko said, pouting. “They are so mean. Why can’t they leave us alone. Don’t they have any kids of their own. Why don’t they go bother them. . .” Yoiko’s expression suddenly turned sly. She cuddled up to Ryouga, and said, “Big brother. I know how you can make her leave us alone.”

Nabiki found herself actually interested in what Ranma would say. It was really remarkable how into the role she was. Ryouga, not as good an actor, but wary of that expression on Ranma’s face, asked. “How’s that, Yoko-chan?”

“You could give her a baby of her own,” Yoiko said.

If Nabiki had not been tied to the roof, she would have face-faulted, and then done it again when Ryouga said. “What a great idea, Yoiko-chan. You’re so smart.”

Muffled cries of “You’ve got to be kidding,” exited through gag in Nabiki’s mouth.

“Do you want to help me get her ready to get her baby?” Ryouga asked.

“Ewwww, Big Brother. She’s so old. I don’t want to touch her wrinkly skin.”

Nabiki’s eyes bulged with outrage. Now they were really going too far with this. When she got loose and out in public again, these two would pay dearly. But, even as she thought this, a part of her mind she was trying to ignore had calculated the odds, and said the chances of her leaving this room a virgin were a hundred to one. Strangely, that part of her mind didn’t seem to mind the odds at all. Which is one reason Nabiki was trying to ignore it.

“I’m going to go play while you make babies,” Yoiko said, skipping across the room, her round firm ass bouncing and jiggling in a way that made Ryouga’s cock lurch upward. She bounced up the stairs and a second later the door slammed behind her.

Ryouga turned to Nabiki, a look of amusement on his face, with a touch of malice added in. “Well, looks like it’s just you and me,” he said as he undid the gag in Nabiki mouth. “Don’t bother screaming. The room is sound-proof.”

Nabiki worked her mouth to get the dryness out of it, and then said, “Stop this now while you have a chance. Saotome has already bailed on you.”

“Is that what you think. Little sister was just giving us some privacy. She knows how old ladies are about letting young good looking girls see their bodies.”

Nabiki directed a whithering look at him. “You aren’t fooling anyone. You know you won’t do . . . WHAT ARE YOU DOING!”

Ryouga continued to unbutton the front of Nabiki blouse. “Why, getting you ready to make a baby of course,” he said in a bland voice. Inside he was chortling with glee. While Nabiki had not betrayed Ranma as badly as some of the other’s she was far from innocent and deserved all that Ryouga planned to do to her.

“I’m on the pill,” Nabiki blurted out, and blushed. What a stupid thing to say. As if that would make one iota of difference.

Sure enough, Ryouga calmly finished unbuttoning her blouse and shoved it back off her shoulders and part way up her bound arms, leaving her chest bare except for the push up bra she was wearing. “Yoiko will be disappointed. She was looking forward to seeing you waddle around with a bun in the oven,” Ryouga said. At the same time he dismissing the large supply of condoms in the night-stand from his plans. He, of course, had never really intended to impregnate Nabiki. That was just part of the game, and an excuse. But the idea of shoving into Nabiki bare-back was very appealing, and he was glad she’d been dumb enough to admit to taking the newly legal pill.

Nabiki was still trying to talk her way out of this. “You’ll go to prison,” she said, and then gasped as Ryouga hooked his thumbs in the bottom of her bra and rolled it up over her breasts, freeing them to bounce up and down. She turned red as she saw him notice her crinkly erect nipples, and stifled a little cry when he flicked one with a finger tip. The same fingertip he held up in front of her eye, showing off the heavy callous on the tip.

“Do you really think any prison could hold me?” he asked rhetorically as he bent forward and took Nabiki’s nipple in his mouth, while fondling her breasts with his rough hands.

Nabiki reared back, but her bondage just caused her efforts to shove her tits into Ryouga’s face. The blush on her face moved down her neck and stained her shoulders and she found it hard to breath as Ryouga sucked and nibbled on her aroused nipple. She felt a betraying wetness between her legs and involuntarily closed her legs, grinding her thighs together and intensifying the feeling. She was panting for breath by the time Ryouga lifted his head and her eyes were a bit glazed.

Her daze lasted only as long as it took Ryouga’s fingers to start fumbling with the snap and zipper on the front of her short-shorts. “No! She cried out wiggling her hips and trying to kick him.

“Yes!” Ryouga said, deflecting her feeble kick. “Nothing is going to save you, Nabiki. Get used to it.”

The door at the top of the steps opened.

“Yo, you down there, bud,” A masculine voice asked. “Yoiko said you had something to show me, and gave me a camera to get pictures before it turns to dust.”

Nabiki’s eyes sparked lightning. Bad enough to be placed in this position, half stripped, and molested, but the old-lady jokes were getting a bit tiresome.

“Yea, I’m down here,” Ryouga called out. “You’re going to like this.” As he said this, Ryouga stepped around behind Nabiki, and then reached around her body to cup her breasts with his hands, but doing nothing to conceal their ripe charms. Nabiki tried a back-kick to the nuts, but only bruised her heel on Ryouga’s shin.

“What you . . . Whoa!’ Ranma exclaimed in surprise, as if he hadn’t already seen it, Nabiki thought in disgust.

She blinked as Ranma lifted a camera and a flash went off. Pictures, of course, how predicable, she thought with derision. Her thoughts broke off as she gasped in mixed pain/pleasure from Ryouga pinching her erect nipples.

“So, who’s the cutey?” Ranma asked, earning a look of disbelief from Nabiki.

Don’t tell me they’re still playing that stupid game! She thought. Strangely, there was a touch of envy in her thoughts. It had been a very, very long time, since Nabiki had indulged in make-believe. The world was a harsh place, and there was no place for dreamers. She’d elected to be a schemer instead. Of course, now, that was looking like a poor career choice as well. Trapped in a basement with one horny, and very strong, thug, and a crazy boy who also happened to be one of the best martial artists in the world.

“She’s child-welfare, wants to take Yoiko away,” Ryouga said, twiddling her nipples like the knobs on a radio. He had moved in closer to her, and she could feel his erection pressing the fabric of her shorts into the crack of her ass. The head, complete with pre-cum, brushed against the small of her back. Nabiki’s mind flashed into lightning mode.

“bastard’s!” Ranma swore. “They chased me and Pop all over Japan. I bet he’d never have taken us to China if not for them.”

“Yea, they were always trying to put me into foster homes, and then claiming I ran away and trying to put me into a half-way house instead.” Ryouga said. Clearly both boys had grudges, which did not bode well for Nabiki in this fantasy they’d concocted.

But, Nabiki had lost focus with the outside world as the clinical part of her mind was analyzing her situation with cold pure logic.

1: She was trapped, helpless. In the hands of two boys who had her so badly outgunned on the physical front that it was not even worth considering that avenue of resistance.

2: Her usual blackmail tactics were not working. They believed they could silence her by revealing what was going to happen to her here.

3: They were right. The consequences, from her point of view, would be far worse for her, than for them. “They must have stiffed her on the bill,” Nabiki could hear the words in her mind. She was sure a dozen character witnesses would swear that Ranma would never do something like that, and on the reverse, swear that it was just the sort of lie she’d tell.

4: She was screwed, figuratively, and quite possibly literally.

5: Was that a bad thing?

Nabiki considered the last point. Despite rumors spread by ex-dates, she was not frigid, did not hate men and was not, she didn’t think, a lesbian like her little sister. She was a virgin. But, not out of any morality or fear. It was a simple fact that a girl who put out lost power in school society. Her bank book and supply of free food could not stand the loss of that status. This policy was not without a cost.

The truth was, Nabiki had all the normal urges, and then some. She masturbated most nights, had wet-dreams and a very vivid-fantasy life. She’d even plotted out the loss of her virginity to Kuno. She’d been sure he would not indulge in bedroom boasting, and a lot of the stigma attached to non-virgins did not apply to the girlfriend of the big man on campus. That plan had crashed and burned, mainly because Kuno was an idiot. So, Nabiki had retreated to her fantasies. And a lot of those fantasies in the last while had centered around Ranma, with an occasional Ryouga day-dream tossed in for good measure. She had disdain for Ranma’s weak willed behavior around girls and his and her father, but she was very aware of his superb body, and more than superb endowments.

Shortly after Ranma had arrived, Nabiki made a point to discover what had freaked out Akane so badly in the bath that day. It wasn’t that hard to find a peep-hole into the furo. She’d been a bit freaked herself. Ranma was huge, way out of proportion for his size. Nabiki was privately convinced that Genma was somehow responsible, a magical device or spell of some sort to help Ranma meet Nodoka’s requirement, normal boys, and men, just weren’t that big. Or so she’d thought till she’d seen Ryouga in action. He looked smaller than Ranma, but only because his body was more muscular, and it screwed the proportions. Nabiki was willing to bet there was only a fraction of an inch between them. More than once she’d wished they’d find some backbone, and create the possibility of her actually getting some from a guy who would not only be honorable enough to respect her afterwards, but who would never talk behind her back about it.

Which brought Nabiki back to the thought, Was this situation a bad thing? If the wetness between her legs was any evidence, the answer was no. There were flies in the ointment, however. For one thing, How could she be sure these two would not broadcast her behavior far and why. Well, if she didn’t have enough leverage to stop events in the basement, she did have enough to make it very hard on them if they talked. For one thing they could forget their little games. That left one last consideration. If they raped her, they’d won. There was no way in hell she was going to let that happen. Nabiki made Ranma look like a toddler when it came to giving in and admitting defeat.

But, she’d already calculated the odds of resisting at nill. That left only one thing to do. Change the rules of the game. Right now, she was the victim of two powerful boys holding grudges, and sporting big cocks. She had no problem with the cocks, and grudges were meat and potatoes to her, that left the victim part.

While Nabiki’s mind had been away, the boys had continued to talk. “I tell you,” Ranma said. “Those CW, guys were such a pain in the ass, it’s going to be a pleasure to return the favor.”

Nabiki directed a stern look at Ranma, but directed her words to Ryouga, who was still standing behind her, fondling her bare breasts. “Mr Hibiki. You are not doing you, or your sister any good with this behavior. Release me at once, and I may allow you supervised visitation by your sister in whatever prison the courts sentence you to. Continue, and I will see you locked in the deepest darkest vault in the country.”

Nabiki was looking right at Ranma, and saw his expression change. Pleasure, and genuine fondness replaced the fake facade he’d been wearing, and seeing the real thing, Nabiki had to wonder how she’d been fooled all these months by the mask Ranma wore. The difference was night and day, and she was suddenly sure that she’d not only made the best decision for this situation, but maybe the best for her life as a whole as well.

Nabiki felt Ryouga remove his hands from her breasts, and the absence of their warmth caused the air in the room to seem chill, raising goose bumps on her mammaries. She was a bit surprised when he began to undo her bound hands, but thought he was just getting ready to put her in a more assessable position. The thought caused a nervous flutter in her belly, and caused her to clench her legs together, until she got control and reminded herself that she’d decided to go along with this.

“I see you’re showing good sense, Mr Hibiki,” she said in her best chilly teacher voice. “I will see that they go easy on you.”

“It’s ok, Nabiki. You can leave,” Ryouga said.

. . . “What!” Nabiki’s brain skipped as she tried to cope with the sudden change.

“You’re free to leave, Nabiki,” Ranma said, regret in his voice, but his expression showing he was serious.

“But, you don’t have anything to stop me from talking,” she sputtered, trying to understand, and feeling a sinking sensation that they’d been faking all along, and she’d fallen for it hook line and sinker, and now looked a perfect fool. The thought caused her face to burn in sudden humiliation and anger.

“Ranma is right,” Ryouga said. “You can go. That one picture will be enough, you know that. If we pin it up at school . . . well, I don’t have to tell you what will happen.”

Nabiki did indeed, and in a strange way it made her feel a bit better, knowing that there had at least been some truth to their behavior.

“Unless . . . You don’t want to go,” Ranma suddenly said. Ryouga said nothing.

Nabiki looked at Ranma, who stared back at her with a calm face, the effect of which was somewhat spoiled by the large bulge in his pants.

“Don’t want to go?” Nabiki asked.

“You could stay and play,” Ranma said, his voice somehow both wistful, and horny.

“Play?” Nabiki asked, and then wanted to thump herself. Who was she? Kuno? Quit acting like a brain dead zombie, she ordered herself. “You want me to stay and play, Ranma? What about you, Ryouga?” she asked, turning to face him.

Ryouga’s nude form made his own arousal even more blatant than Ranma, and he made no hint to hide it. He merely smiled and took hold of his cock, fisting it, causing a drop of creamy pre-cum to emerge from the tip.

Nabiki found herself starring in fascination at that translucent drop of lubrication. It wasn’t till Ranma actually shouted her name that she woke, and remembered to breath. “Yes!” she said loudly, and then blushed. “I mean, yes. I’d like to stay and . . . play.” she felt her face coloring, and while she insulted herself for being girlish, she couldn’t keep the heat from coloring her cheeks.

Ranma gave a huge sigh of relief, a smile spreading across his face. “So, you want to continue this game, or do you have another you want to play?”
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