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Moxibustion Violation

by H. Saotome
Continuing the divergence in which the piece of the moxibustion chart
containing the cure for Ranma's weakness remained in Happosai's possession.
Dark. M/F, n/c, spank.

Chapter 21
Ryoga grunted grumpily as the blankets stirred beneath him. He lifted his
head wearily, recognizing immediately by the size of the room around him that
he was in his cursed form. He struggled to recall the present details to his
sleep-fogged brain. It was only when the girl underneath him pulled herself
out of the bed and stood up that Ryoga remembered that he was in Akane's
bedroom. Along with that knowledge came the memory of everything Akane told
him yesterday, and he felt sick, recalling that she had chosen that bastard
Ranma and how she had gotten off on thinking about all of those boys having
sex with her.
Before Ryoga realized what was happening, Akane had pulled her pajama top
off over her head. Her bare breasts jiggled with the motion, right in front of
his face. The pig's eyes widened as they took in the writing which covered her
body. Most prominent among what he could see was a price list for the
performance of various sexual acts. After pulling off her bottoms, the young
woman turned around, and Ryoga had trouble breathing on seeing the words which
proclaimed the girl he had once loved to be the property of the boys of
Furinkan High School.
Akane slipped her panties down her legs, bending over to pull them off her
feet, and providing her pet with an unobstructed view of her moist slit. Ryoga
remembered his anger from yesterday, how this girl planned to act nice to him
only until she got what she wanted and then would betray him. He read the
words printed across her ass, requesting him to fuck her butt. With a groan he
felt Haido seizing control again.
With malice aforethought, the little black pig trotted over and entangled
itself between Akane's feet. Giving a yelp of dismay the girl fell backwards,
landing on her rump, legs splayed. Ryoga sat there innocently, staring at the
pussy she was displaying to him so openly.
"Bad P-chan!" Akane scolded, but there was a laugh in her voice. She
climbed back to her feet and went to her dresser, extracting a fresh pair of
underpants. "If you can't stay out from underfoot, I'll have to put you
outside while I get dressed."
Ryoga watched with interest as she pulled on the panties, and then a bra.
His interest waned as she covered herself further with socks, jeans, and a
sweatshirt. When Akane opened the bedroom door to head down to breakfast, he
darted out and scampered away, wanting to get out of sight before Ranma might
catch a glimpse of him. Besides, he wanted to change back and review his plans
before putting them into motion. He only hoped that the others would clear out
of the house, and grant him some time alone with his two targets.
With a modicum of difficulty the pig got the hot water turned on to fill
the furo and was soon human again. He then collected his pack from where he
had left it, and leisurely dressed. After that there was nothing to do but sit
back and wait to see what sort of opportunity would present itself. He could
afford to be patient. The young man idly stroked himself, maintaining his
erection, a smile on his face as he imagined what was to come.

Michio Yuzuki walked across town, whistling and feeling cheerful. He was on
his way to pay a visit to Hiroshi Saito, to explain how their little deal with
Akane and Ranma worked. He had every confidence that the other boy would join
in enthusiastically, and had hopes that his inclusion would provide them with
a third house in which to regularly play their games. And since Daisuke
Matsuda was a friend of Hiroshi's, there should be no problem having Hiroshi
invite the other guy over so that Michio could give his explanation to both of
them together.
As he walked, Michio considered whether to include even more boys into the
deal. Of course, the more people who were included the greater the risk, which
argued against pushing things too far. Not to mention cutting in to the time
each of them could spend with the two bitches. But contrarily, the more guys
who were involved, the harder it would be on Akane and Ranma, which was all to
the good. It was a delicate balancing act, and he was the one responsible for
making the final decisions about such things.
The best thing of all from Michio's point of view was the heady sense of
power he held in his hands. Those bitches Akane and Ranma were completely
under his control and they knew it, forced to obey any command he gave them.
The other guys all followed his lead. He was the one in charge and it made him
feel on top of the world. With a little careful management he could keep this
up for a long time to come, maybe even long after they were all finished with
school! Yes, life was damned good right now.
Michio stopped before a house and checked the address. Yes, this was the
place. A little on the small side, but no matter. He walked up to the door and
rang the bell. A minute later it was opened by a plump woman of about
forty.
"Good morning, young man. May I help you?"
Michio bowed. "Good morning. Mrs. Saito, I presume? I'm a classmate of
Hiroshi's. I wonder if I might speak with him?"
She smiled. "Oh, of course. He's in his room with Daisuke. You know
Daisuke, right? Matsuda-kun?" The woman stepped back to let the visitor enter
the genkan and remove his shoes. She called back. "Hiroshi! You have a
visitor."
Several seconds later feet padded down the hall before stopping in
surprise. Hiroshi's face shifted from a smile to a frown. "Michio?" It was
obvious he could think of no reason for the other boy's presence.
"There's something I need to discuss with you," Michio explained obliquely.
"About some people we both know. Some stuff you ought to know, about some
things that're going on."
Hiroshi's mother wasn't really paying attention. "Why don't you boys go
back to your room? Oh, and remember, I'll be leaving shortly to do the
shopping. I expect you to stay out of trouble while I'm gone." The cheerful
smile she gave at the end indicated that she expected there to be no chance of
any trouble happening.
Back in the bedroom Michio made sure that the door was closed, and sat on
the edge of the desk. Pasting a lascivious grin on his face, he bluntly asked,
"So did you two enjoy screwing Akane?"
The faces of the other two were wildly revealing, although Hiroshi managed
to splutter, "I don't know what the hell you're talking about."
Michio's grin widened. "Don't worry, she told us all about it."
"She told you?" Daisuke gulped out, eyes wide. Beside him, Hiroshi
groaned.
"Look, I don't know what your game is," Hiroshi said sternly, trying to
sound brave. "But don't go thinking you can blackmail us, or Akane. She'd
break every bone in your body if you let one peep of this get out."
Michio leaned back and laughed. "Don't think so," he finally chortled as he
got his voice under control. "For your information, you ain't the only two
who've screwed that cunt. So've I. So've several other guys. And the only
reason she let you fuck her is 'cause I told her to. And if you want to keep
fucking her, you're gonna do as I say. Got it?"
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Hiroshi demanded, face dark, openly
showing his anger without thinking how stupid that might be. Daisuke was
looking back and forth between the other two boys, worried.
"First, let me clue you two clowns in on a few facts you don't know. Number
one is that Ranma is back in town, but he, or she, is still as weak as ever.
So our ol' pal Ranma ain't gonna be doing anything about this. As a matter of
fact, we been fucking her too."
"You've screwed Ranma!" Daisuke exclaimed breathlessly, awed beyond
belief. Hiroshi also looked shell shocked.
"Yep," Michio confirmed. "Second, our little girl Akane also got that
weakness moxibustion thing. She's just as weak as Ranma is, so no one's got
nothing to fear about her going around breaking anybody's bones. Her biggest
concern is to keep anyone else from finding out, 'cause the little slut
has a pretty good idea what'll happen to her if they do."
Hiroshi managed to push aside his shock at hearing about Ranma. Voice
grating, and very low, he asked, "What did you do to her? To them?"
The larger boy looked annoyed. "Don't go taking that tone with me,
Saito-kun. The little bitch got what she deserved. And she's learned to like
it. We're all enjoying ourselves, and I'm giving you a chance to get in on the
action. You just gotta learn the rules."
Hiroshi hissed in a voice that froze Daisuke's blood. "What you're saying,
you slimy son of a bitch, is that you raped her. And Ranma. And
you're still raping them!"
"So what if we are?" Michio shrugged with a sneer. "Don't tell me ..."
He got no further. Without warning, Hiroshi rushed the other boy, and
slammed a fist into his stomach. Black belt that he was, Michio was able to
ride the blow, but learned as Akane had that Hiroshi was stronger than he
looked. Michio gasped, sucking in air.
Hiroshi's advantage was short lived, however, as he found himself flying
through the air to crash into a wall. Bouncing off, a blow struck across his
face, sending him smashing back into the wall once more. Blinded and seeing
stars, arms wrapped around him and Daisuke's urgent voice in his ear was
saying, "Are you nuts, man? He'll kill you! Stay down!"
"Listen to your friend, asshole!" Michio confirmed. "And then you better
wise up! There ain't anything you can do to stop this. Ask Akane if you don't
believe me. She'll tell you - anything you try to do will just make things
worse for her. She or anybody does anything stupid and photos of her will go
up all over the internet. Now - you can still join up if you want and share
our toys. We got a schedule for using 'em, and we'll work you into it. If not,
you better keep your mouths shut. Not unless you want us to completely destroy
little Akane-chan."
"Go to ..." Daisuke clapped his hand across Hiroshi's mouth, cutting off
the shout.
Michio was shaking his head. "Never figured you to be so stupid. That's a
couple of fine pussies you'd be passing up. Obedient too." He smiled at
some memory. "I suggest you think it over. If you decide you want to join up,
then give me a call. If not, you keep your hands off our cunts from now on and
keep your mouths shut too." He straightened up. "I'll just see myself
out."
With that, the boy turned and left the room. There was no sign of Hiroshi's
mother, and Michio figured she must have already left. He let himself out,
hoping the two idiots back there would come to their senses. After all, he
still relished the irony of Ranma getting screwed regularly by his two best
friends, and hoped it would come to pass.
Meanwhile, Daisuke was helping his groaning friend to lie down on the bed.
"That has to be the stupidest thing you've ever done!"
Hiroshi made no attempt to open his eyes. Wearily he pointed out, "You
heard what he said! That bastard raped them! Him and some other
bastards just like him! That's not what we did. Akane wanted it. Or ... she
said she did."
"Yeah. Okay. They're assholes. There, you happy?" Daisuke assured his
friend. "But what the hell do you think we can do about it?"
"Beat the crap out of them?" Hiroshi suggested.
His friend shook his head scornfully. "You mean like you just did? The two
of us against who knows how many of them? They'd kill us. And it wouldn't do
any good. Even if we could hurt them by some miracle, you heard what he said.
They got photos they'll put on the internet. And I can guess what sort of
things are in those photos. You can too, I bet."
When he responded, Hiroshi's voice was rawly angry. "So what d'you suggest?
We just do nothing? Just stand by and let them keep raping both Akane and
Ranma?"
"Well I sure as hell don't intend to charge in and get my ass kicked for no
reason," Daisuke protested. He had nothing to add after this, though.
Silence reigned for a time, broken by occasional groans from Hiroshi. Both
boys thought, neither immediately coming up with any plan which had any real
hope of helping their friends.
Finally, after several tense minutes had passed, Hiroshi insisted, "First
thing we do is talk to Akane. And Ranma. See what they have to say. If they
don't want us to try to help, if they just want us to stay away, then we
do."
"Yeah, I suppose," Daisuke agreed uncomfortably. "Assuming they're able to
think straight with what's going on. Do they know what's best for 'em? We
really ought to try to help." He paused for a minute, then went on. "It sounds
like the real problem is these photos Michio mentioned. But I ain't even too
sure of that. And, you know, there's only one way I can think of to find out
for sure."
The boy lying on the bed opened one swelling eye to regard his friend
critically. "Sounds to me like you're just looking for an excuse. Join up so
you can be a double agent and figure out how to fix things. And in the
meantime you get to screw Akane and Ranma all you want."
"Hey, I'm just thinking of them!" Under the other boy's piercing regard,
Daisuke emphasized, "I am! And I'll talk to Ranma, and Akane, about it first.
Try to make them see it's the best chance they got." Another pause and he
added, "Honest!"
Hiroshi closed his eye. "Just make sure I'm there too when you talk to
them, asshole. Now how about you go and get some ice for my eye while I can
still see out of it?"

It wasn't long before Soun and Genma were leaving the house arm in arm,
babbling something about Christmas cheer and informing Kasumi that they'd have
lunch somewhere along the way. Ryoga, hearing them from outside and like the
other members of the house, assumed they were planning to head out and do some
drinking despite the early hour. Not long after, listening below a window,
Ryoga heard Kasumi tell the other two that she was going out to do the
shopping for the Christmas dinner, and expected to be back in a couple of
hours. The gate soon closed behind her purposeful footsteps.
Ryoga waited for a time to make sure that no one had forgotten anything and
would reappear inopportunely. After a quarter hour he took up his pack and
slipped back out over the wall behind the dojo. Then he walked around to the
front and came through the gate openly, making sure to ring the bell. Loudly
he proclaimed, "Where the hell am I now?"
It was almost comical how quickly Ranma appeared at the door, with a
breathless Akane running into him from behind. Ryoga put on his best confused
expression and said, "Ranma? Akane? What are you two doing in Osaka?"
"You idiot!" exclaimed Ranma, trying to keep his expression light, pushing
aside the memories of the last time he'd seen the other boy. "You're in
Nerima. This is the Tendo house."
Akane was studying the boy in front of her, whom she had once considered a
friend, trying to remember everything Ranma had told her about what happened.
Ryoga Hibiki had turned out to be a rapist, hard though that was for her to
conceive. But it was necessary to act friendly until they could get their
hands on the cure they so desperately needed.
"Hello Ryoga-kun," she said sweetly. "Won't you please come in? It seems
like a long time since I've seen you."
"Are you sure it won't be any trouble?" Ryoga asked. "After all, I wouldn't
want to be a bother."
"It's no trouble at all," Akane said, smiling. "Please. I want to hear all
about your latest adventures."
"Yeah, come on pig-boy," Ranma agreed, his voice mildly strained. "It's not
like you ever worried about sticking your nose in where it wasn't wanted
before." He closed his mouth on any further words at a quelling glance from
Akane.
Ryoga shot Ranma a distasteful grimace but followed the pair inside. Once
inside the family room he shrugged off the heavy pack and looked around. "The
place looks the same as ever," he remarked just to fill the silence which had
fallen.
Ranma, standing behind Ryoga, looked at the pack resting on the floor and
licked his lips. He was breathing hard. Putting his mouth up against Akane's
ear he whispered, "Get Ryoga out of the room and keep him out. I don't care
how. I'll get that paper out of his pack while you're gone, and I'll come kick
the bastard out as soon as I find it."
Akane nodded, thinking desperately. What kind of excuse could she use? "So,
Ryoga, it must be awfully hard, traveling about in the wild all by yourself
like that. I hope you haven't had any injuries lately."
Ryoga turned to the couple behind him and laughed this off. "Nothing that
matters. I think I got some scratches on my back. Someone with long ... I
mean, something with long claws got me."
"Oh my!" Akane feigned concern. "You'd better let me have a look. They
might get infected. Why don't you come back to the furoba with me, and I'll
get out the first aid kit?"
Ryoga gave her a piercing look, realizing that she was trying to separate
him from his pack. But then, that's what he had expected. It was the reason
he'd been so quick to remove it in the first place. Shrugging, he said,
"Okay," and followed Akane down the hall. He carefully prepared to ignore any
sounds from the room behind him, except he was forced to admit that Ranma was
apparently patient enough to wait until he was out of hearing before beginning
his search.
In the changing room of the furoba, Akane pulled out the first aid kit,
then turned to the boy who had followed her. In order to keep up the pretense,
she told him, "You'll have to take off your shirt, Ryoga-kun."
Ryoga gave her a smile and quickly undid his shirt, pulling it off. The
T-shirt underneath was practically painted to his muscles. Gripping this at
the bottom, he pulled it off over his head, revealing his bare chest and
muscular abs. Dropping the discarded clothes, he turned around, giving Akane a
view of the solid wall of his back.
Akane found herself unaccountably breathing a little harder, and reminded
herself that this was only Ryoga, and also what he had done. The marks on his
back were faded and almost healed, not really needing any treatment. Funny,
she'd almost have said they were made by someone's fingernails rather than an
animal's claws. Well, whatever. She had to delay Ryoga, so she'd better get
out the ointment and start spreading it on the so-called wounds.
Ryoga sighed contentedly as the girl's fingers lightly traced across the
muscles of his back. It sent tingles right down to his prick, and he knew she
had no idea of what he had in mind. That was quite obvious, or she'd be
running from the room screaming. As her fingers finished moving across his
back, he said, "You know, I think I have a few scratches on my chest as
well."
With that he turned suddenly, taking hold of Akane by the shoulders. Ryoga
sat down on the bench behind him, pulling Akane down to sit on his lap. She
squeaked in surprise, exclaiming, "What ...?"
Ryoga cut in with, "I thought this would make it easier for you to put some
of that ointment on my chest. Please?"
Akane swallowed hard, but at least it would buy more time. Although there
were no scratches visible to her, she did begin slowly spreading ointment
across his hard chest, trying to draw it out as long as possible.
Back in the family room, Ranma was becoming increasingly agitated. And
simultaneously careless, as he flung things around.
Akane squeaked again as she felt Ryoga's hand run along the upper surface
of her thigh. She would have jumped, except his other hand was on her shoulder
and easily prevented the motion. Looking up, wide-eyed, she demanded,
"Ryoga-kun! Wh-what do you think you're doing?"
The boy rubbed her thigh more firmly. Akane grabbed at his arm, which did
absolutely nothing to stop him. "Let's not kid ourselves," Ryoga told her
quietly. "We both know I don't have any scratches on my chest, or even any on
my back to speak of. It was just an excuse to get your hands on me. Well, I
feel the same way about you, Akane. I have for a long time. So why don't we
just enjoy the moment?" With that his hand slipped down from her shoulder and
squeezed gently on her breast.
Akane's mind was in turmoil. On the one hand, she had been trained to react
to such stimuli, and she could already feel herself growing moist. On the
other hand, this was not something to which she wished to give in. On the
third hand, Ranma apparently hadn't found the paper yet, and if she just
pushed Ryoga away - not that she was strong enough to do so - he might go back
out there and catch Ranma digging through his pack. So she tried reason, while
pushing futilely at the immovable hands.
"Ryoga, please, you're just a friend. Don't do this. I don't want
this."
He put his mouth close to her ear. "Tell the truth, Akane. You know you
want this. Hell, you're the one who started it. And you're sure not putting up
any kind of real fight." He tugged the hem of her shirt out of the waistband
of her pants, then slid his arm underneath, firmly grasping the cup of her bra
and applying pressure.
Akane felt a sudden sense of deja vu, remembering a similar situation with
Hiroshi. On that occasion she had given in, although she had later come to
believe that she ought to have told him the truth. Perhaps a partial truth
would do here?
"No! Stop it!" she said harshly. "If I'm not putting up a fight, it's
because you're too strong for me. Please don't do this to me. You're not
really that sort of guy, are you?"
Ryoga snorted, knowing very well she believed he was exactly that kind of
guy. Taking his hand from her leg, he unzipped her pants and pushed his hand
inside, past the waistband of her panties. His fingers slid through her soft
curls and found her cleft.
"If that's true, Akane, then why are you so wet? That tells me how much you
want me." The hand inside of her shirt reversed, taking hold of the cloth and
pulling the shirt unstoppably over her head.
The teenage boy widened his eyes in mock surprise, reading the words
inscribed on her belly. While pushing his finger further into the slit between
her legs, he asked curiously, "Will you really give me a blowjob for two
thousand yen?"
Akane was in a desperate situation and knew it. As yet there was no sign of
Ranma, and God knew what Ryoga would do if he went back and found his pack
being searched before they had the cure safely in hand. And the way things
were going, it was hard to say how far Ryoga would go before he stopped. Or
whether he would be willing to stop at anything. "Is-Isn't making out like
this enough?" she asked, almost hopelessly.
"This is nice, but I think we both want more," Ryoga replied cheerfully, as
his hand snaked behind her back and deftly unhooked her bra. The middle finger
of his other hand was sliding continuously from the entrance to her cunt, up
and around her clit, and back again. Akane was squirming madly, pushing at him
uselessly, unable to do anything.
As the bra slid down her arms, Ryoga remarked, "I never would have guessed
you were so kinky, Akane-san. I mean, all this stuff you've written on
yourself. I can afford the two thousand yen, by the way."
Akane was growing scared about where this was going. Ryoga's finger on her
pussy was driving her crazy, and now he had his other hand clamped to her bare
breast, her hard nipple rubbing against his palm. If she called for Ranma,
they'd be taking an awful risk on whether he could defeat Ryoga with a
pressure point. If she tried telling Ryoga the truth now, he might think she'd
only been trying to trick him - which to a degree was true - and there was no
telling how he might react to that. But if she didn't do something soon, he
was going to have her completely undressed, and she was afraid to find out
where that might lead.
On the other hand, he'd mentioned a blowjob twice already, and, well, at
least that wasn't as bad as what might happen otherwise. And it might give her
a chance to keep her pants on, maybe. And, really, she was too panicked to
come up with any other solution on the spot just now.
"If ... If that's what you really want, Ryoga, then ... all right, I'll ...
I'll give you a blowjob." She couldn't keep her voice from shaking, as
somewhere in the back of her mind was still the image of Ryoga as the friend
she had thought she had known. "But that's all, okay? Just a blowjob?"
Ryoga grinned widely. He'd been right. She really had turned into a horny
little thing. "Sure, Akane," he agreed. "A blowjob sounds great." He released
his grip, but held himself ready in case she bolted.
Martial artist that she was, Akane could tell that he was ready to grab her
again in an instant if need be. Despairingly, she slid off of his lap and down
onto her knees in front of him. Ranma, please, please hurry, she
thought to herself. Then her fumbling fingers began undoing the boy's
pants.
When she tugged his pants down, Akane's eyes took in a sight not dissimilar
from one she had seen too many times by now. His cock was standing up from his
lap, proudly erect, a drop of precum already smearing its surface. His wasn't
the largest she had seen - that would be Hikaru - but she thought it wasn't
much smaller than Ranma's.
And none of this was getting the job done. Reluctantly Akane leaned
forward, and allowed her mouth to engulf the large prick. Ryoga groaned above
her as she sucked it into her mouth. Since it was now obvious Ranma would be
too late to prevent this act, Akane concentrated on dealing with the necessity
and getting it over with. Her head bobbed up and down as she focused on
working Ryoga up to the point of shooting his load.
Ryoga leaned his head back against the wall. Akane Tendo was giving him a
blowjob, and a pretty damned good blowjob at that! But beyond this lay the
thought that the bitch was willing to go this far, and then just turn around
and kick him out as soon as she had what she wanted. As far as Ryoga was
concerned, there was no question - she and Ranma deserved everything he
planned to do to them. But for now ... he felt the cum rising from his
balls.
Akane sensed the two hands placed on the back of her head, and gave in to
the realization that there would be no opportunity to pull off before he came.
Seconds later the boy was firing jet after jet of hot jism, completely filling
the back of her mouth and her throat. Akane swallowed hurriedly, sucking all
of the thick, viscous fluid down into her stomach before she could choke. When
he finally finished coming and she'd sucked him dry, the hands released her
and Akane pulled her mouth off at last. A few remaining globs of semen ran
over her lips and down her chin.
Akane suddenly found herself lifted to her feet. A hand grabbed the
waistband of both her pants and panties, yanking them halfway down her legs.
"Wait! No!" she yelped.
"The blowjob was a nice warmup," Ryoga said happily, his cock still
standing out stiff and hard. "But now it's time for the main event."
"But you said ... just a blowjob," Akane protested, half wailing, while
trying in vain to pull out of his grip.
"No," Ryoga denied this. "You said just a blowjob. But you're
obviously a lot hotter than I ever guessed, and I can tell you're ready for
more. And believe me, I'm ready to give it to you."
Oh God! I'm not about to be raped again?! Not by Ryoga! Desperately,
she decided to reveal the truth.
"Please, Ryoga, you don't understand! It's the weakness moxibustion! Ranma
wasn't the only one it was used on! It was ... it was used on me too!"
Ryoga paused to stare at her, feigning shock. "You?" Then he shook his
head. "Gods, I'm sorry. But ... what does that have to do with ... this?"
Akane prayed he wouldn't be too angry. "There's a chance at a cure.
Happosai hid it in your pack. Ranma's looking for it now. Please ..." she
begged.
"So ..." Ryoga said slowly. "The whole reason you asked me back here wasn't
because you wanted to be alone with me. It was just to give Ranma time to go
through my things. Is that what you're saying? What ... you couldn't even
ask me?"
"Please don't be mad," she pled, still trying to break free.
Ryoga's face was darkening, as he allowed the anger he'd already been
feeling to surface. "And just to be clear. It turns out you're so much of a
whore, you were willing to give me a blowjob just to buy that bastard more
time?"
"Please ..." she tried again, voice breaking.
"Well, in that case," Ryoga snarled, "I don't see any reason you can't be a
bit more of a whore and give him even more time!" With that he pulled
Akane tight to his chest, and jammed two fingers up into her cunt.
"Ran-mmmf!!" Akane tried to shout too late, as Ryoga crushed his mouth
against hers. She tried to twist and turn her head, but his mouth remained
sealed to hers. Then she felt herself being lowered to the floor, and could
only think, Not again!
Ryoga wasn't too thrilled about the taste of his own semen lingering on
Akane's lips, but also wasn't eager to have Ranma crash their little party.
Not yet, anyway. He quickly finished pulling off Akane's pants and underpants,
leaving her nude, and forced himself between her legs. The girl beneath him
was kicking wildly, but to absolutely no effect. As he rubbed his cock up and
down along her moist slit, separating her folds, Ryoga recalled with relish
Akane's own admission that so far she had not yet been screwed by Ranma.
Akane was on the verge of tears, while at the same time trying to figure
out why. It wasn't like this hadn't happened before, far too many times in
fact. She knew that she would survive, upsetting though it would be. She'd
probably even enjoy the sex itself, as she'd mentioned to Hikaru just
yesterday. And yet, there was an undeniable pain piercing her heart.
She felt Ryoga position himself at her entrance, and tried one last time to
jerk away. Then he shoved forward, filling her to the hilt in one thrust. As
the first tear leaked out from under her lashes, Akane realized why it wasn't
`just one more time.' All of the other boys and men who had taken her against
her will had been little more than acquaintances, if that. But Ryoga, despite
Ranma's tale, had once been a friend, a good friend. For him to do this to her
was a new and bitter hardship to bear.
At the same time, as expected, the feeling of the rigid cock pumping
forcefully into her wet cunt felt wonderful, even with the hard floor under
her back. Akane couldn't prevent a moan from escaping her mouth into the mouth
pressed upon it, and kept her eyes closed so she wouldn't see whatever might
be in Ryoga's eyes. Forgoing resistance as wasted effort, she started humping
her hips against his thrusts, allowing herself to build rapidly toward a
climax.
The one hope left for Akane to cling to was that she had bought Ranma a
huge amount of time. Surely he couldn't possibly fail to find the fragment
with as long as he'd had to search. Any moment he'd show up, and put Ryoga to
sleep with a pressure point before the bastard even realized he was there.
Then they could cure themselves and take their time paying Ryoga and the
others back. But, dammit, where was Ranma?
Akane was now thrusting rapidly against the cock shoving itself into her
uttermost depths, mewling and moaning into Ryoga's mouth. Her hands pressed
against his bare back and tried to dig in with her fingernails, although of
course she was too weak to break the boy's skin. Fireworks started going off
inside her head, and then she was past the point of no return. Akane
stiffened, legs gripping tightly around Ryoga's thighs, screaming one last,
long, guttural moan down the boy's throat.
This proved too much for Ryoga. He slammed himself hard against Akane's
pussy, burying himself as deeply as possible. Then spurt after spurt of hot
cum fired itself into her cunt, filling her, most of the overflow spilling
into her womb although some forced itself out past his dick to pool on the
floor below her ass. Ryoga grinned to himself at the thought of this
achievement, that he had fucked Akane before that bastard Ranma. He only
wished he could have taken her cherry just now, it was a pity that all of
those other guys had been able to enjoy her before him.
But he couldn't lie here basking forever in the glow of the moment. It was
time to move on to the next stage. He lifted himself off of the now silent
girl below him, sliding his cock from within her, glistening with her juices.
With a chuckle, he remarked, "Don't even try to pretend that you didn't enjoy
that. You were pretty obvious." Somewhat to his disappointment, her expression
didn't change at all.
Shrugging off her lack of reaction, Ryoga picked up Akane's panties and
used them to wipe himself clean, then began resuming his clothes. When Akane
finally sat up, he suggested, "Why don't you go take a bath? I'll go out and
talk to Ranma about this thing that's supposedly hidden in my pack."
Akane, whose face had been entirely blank a moment ago, now looked up at
Ryoga with a trace of hope in her eyes. Perhaps what had happened would not
have been for nothing? It wouldn't erase the memory, or allow her to forgive
him, but ... at least they would have the cure, at last.
She turned her eyes down again, not wanting to look at her most recent
rapist. A bath, he had said. Yes, she definitely wanted to scrub herself, to
try to wash away the most recent defilement. It was also a perfect excuse not
to spend any more time in his presence. She didn't want to walk out there with
him to join Ranma, trying to act as if nothing of consequence had occurred.
Perhaps if she lingered in here long enough, then by the time she came out
Ryoga would have given Ranma the piece of the chart they needed and gone. She
might not need to face him again. Not until she was much stronger at
least.
Silently, not wishing to speak, Akane stood up. She walked over to the door
to the bathing room and slid it open. Stepping through, she slid it shut
behind her, feeling better with a barrier, however flimsy, between Ryoga and
herself. Her feet broke into a run, and she practically fell into the shower,
scrabbling for the knob to turn on the water.
After fastening his pants back in place, Ryoga left the changing room as
quietly as he could. He crept down the hall into the kitchen and filled a
pitcher with cold water. Remembering what Akane had told him as her pet, he
got out a tray of ice and dumped all of the cubes into the pitcher as well,
then waited a couple of minutes for the ice to do its job. Picking up the
pitcher, he left the kitchen and slowly approached the doorway to the family
room.
A quick peek revealed the sight he had expected to see. His pack was
completely empty, the contents scattered across the table, the floor,
everywhere. A fuming Ranma was kneeling in the middle of the mess, currently
turning socks inside out. The pigtailed boy was also cursing under his breath
as his search grew more desperate.
Wiping the smirk from his face, Ryoga quickly stepped up behind Ranma and
dumped the entire pitcher of ice water over his head. Now a red-haired girl,
Ranma spun around furiously, aiming a thoughtless punch right at Ryoga's face.
The boy didn't even bother to dodge, knowing such a blow would have no effect.
He backhanded Ranma, sending the girl flying across the room.
"What the hell do you thing you're doing, trashing my stuff like
this?" Ryoga snarled, making sure to sound furious. "Have you lost your mind?"
He stomped toward the girl menacingly.
Ranma picked herself up, rubbing at the spot near her shoulder where the
jerk's hand had struck. She berated herself internally for the unthinking
punch, watching Ryoga's approach carefully for an opening. It was obvious that
the guy wasn't planning to sit down and talk about this, not with the fire
blazing in his eyes.
Ryoga aimed at kick at Ranma's head to daze her, knowing the girl didn't
have the strength to block. What he didn't expect was for Ranma to dodge
underneath, sticking out a single finger to poke his thigh. When he put his
foot back down to spin around and face Ranma, Ryoga's eyes went wide with
shock as the leg failed to support him and he toppled over. Instantly
recognizing the danger, he rolled quickly as Ranma darted in again with a
finger extended.
Unfortunately for Ranma, Ryoga was rolling across his scattered
possessions, all of which he was intimately familiar with. He grabbed a
bandanna as he went over it, and his arm flung up holding it by one end.
Before Ranma knew what was happening, the other end of the bandanna wrapped
and knotted around her wrist. With a spike of worry, the forefinger of Ranma's
other hand darted forward, but Ryoga was already swinging his arm, still
holding the bandanna. Ranma was sent crashing face first into the wall,
bouncing back and shaking her head, trying to clear the stars from her
vision.
Too late. Ryoga's good leg swept Ranma's feet from under her, sending her
to the floor herself. She tried to roll away as well, but Ryoga had seized the
bandanna again, and now another piece of cloth was wrapping itself around her
other wrist. Seconds later, her hands were firmly tied behind her back,
leaving her helpless, as she didn't even bother trying to uselessly kick the
boy.
Smiling in victory, Ryoga grabbed a couple of more bandannas from the
floor. He wadded one up and stuffed it in Ranma's mouth, ignoring her look of
outrage. The other he tied around her head, forcing it between her lips,
preventing Ranma from spitting the first one out. With his rival effectively
gagged, Ryoga yanked Ranma's pants down and tied the cuffs around her ankles,
leaving her unable even to try to run.
Ranma couldn't prevent an icy tinge of fear from entering her eyes at
having her pants pulled down like that, remembering all too well what had
happened the last time she ran into this bastard. She watched Ryoga lying
there, massaging the leg she'd paralyzed, knowing he'd be getting the use of
it back eventually. And it wasn't like he really needed the leg if he was
minded to repeat that last time, although hopefully he wouldn't do something
like that with Akane around. Speaking of which, Ranma suddenly wondered in
grave concern, where the hell was Akane?
Cursing himself for letting Ranma get his leg like that, Ryoga tried to
console himself with the thought that the use of it would probably come back
naturally. He just hoped it would be before anyone came home. Unable to do
anything about it for the moment, he turned his attention to the red-haired
slut lying there and staring at him, remembering how good she felt that other
time. But first, perhaps a little payback was in order.
"You got a lot of nerve," Ryoga growled, "going through my stuff like that
and throwing it all around. And then what you did to my leg! You are one nasty
little bitch, and I think I'm gonna give you what a bitch like you
deserves."
He ignored Ranma's grunt, figuring it was just some random curse. Pulling
himself closer, he forced the girl over onto her stomach and pulled down her
boxers, admiring the fine ass this revealed. Ranma squirmed like mad, but one
of Ryoga's hands on her back easily held her in place. Raising his other hand
like the hammer of God, Ryoga brought it down with a loud slap across both
globes of her ass, smashing them flat and forcing an agonized cry through the
gag in Ranma's mouth.
Again and again his hand came down, quickly turning Ranma's bottom a
blazing red, more fiery in color than her hair. Muffled howls came through the
gag as she swung her head from side to side, teardrops flinging off in long
arcs before falling to the floor. At last Ryoga paused, his hand stinging.
Ranma sobbed uncontrollably, too far gone to notice the spanking had
stopped.
Ryoga tried moving his leg again, but sighed in disgust at its lack of
response. Deciding nonetheless to get on with the program, he pulled himself
across the floor, grabbing Ranma by the shirt and dragging her along with him.
On reaching the low table, he heaved Ranma up, dropping her chest on the table
with her knees still on the floor. He then undid his pants, working them off,
and pulled himself up to lie on top of Ranma, his stiffening cock already
pointing at her red-furred treasure.
On feeling Ryoga land on her back, Ranma awoke to her present danger, but
far too late to do anything about it. There was certainly no way to heave the
boy off of her or to pull herself out from underneath him. It was doubtful
that she could have done so even if she weren't still tied and gagged. In
despair, she felt Ryoga's fingers spread her petals and search out her clit,
realizing with chagrin that she was already slightly moist.
"I remember how much you liked this last time," Ryoga whispered in her ear.
"So I figure this ought to be a real treat for you, having me do it to you
again." With that the boy positioned his staff at the opening to her cunt and
slowly pushed himself within.
Ranma tried to endure the fucking stoically, but as she felt herself spread
to accommodate the invading prick she was unable to prevent a long groan which
emerged from her throat. She tried not to picture the smirk on Ryoga's face
behind her. When Ryoga finally reached bottom, he withdrew just as slowly then
pushed in again.
Keeping up the slow and ecstatic humping, Ryoga pushed Ranma's shirt up to
her armpits, then forced his large hands underneath her and began massaging
her sizable boobs. It was just one more sensuous torture for Ranma, as she
felt her diamond hard nipples scraping across the boy's rough palms. Then she
gasped as bolts of pain and pleasure shot through her when Ryoga took her
nipples between thumb and finger and twisted.
As he continued fucking the redhead, Ryoga leaned forward to whisper again.
"In case you're wondering where Akane is, she's taking a bath. You see, she
told me that I had something the two of you wanted, something that was in my
pack. Then she offered herself to me in exchange for it. She gave me a
fantastic blowjob, and then she screwed me. And let me tell you, she's a
pretty good fuck. But I'm guessing you know that already. I mean, sure as hell
she wouldn't let some other guy fuck her before she's even been with her
fiance."
Underneath Ryoga, thoughts of murder formed in Ranma's head.
"You know," Ryoga continued speaking, "if it weren't for the gag in your
mouth, I'd really be interested in an explanation of all the writing you and
Akane have on you. Some kinda kinky game you two were playing? At least I gave
you what you asked for, with that great big `Spank Me' written on your
ass."
Elsewhere, Akane had finally finished with her bath, and was getting
dressed in the changing room. She put back on the clothes she had been wearing
earlier, with the exception of the panties which were suspiciously damp.
Giving herself one final look in the mirror, she went to the door and opened
it slightly, putting an ear to the crack. She heard nothing. Surely if Ryoga
were still here, he and Ranma would not be whispering. Shouting would be more
likely.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Akane left the room and walked down the hall,
putting a smile on her face for Ranma's sake. Her shock was therefore all the
greater when she reached the door of the family room, to behold the sight in
front of her. Ryoga, naked below the waist, kneeling at the table. Lying on
top of a female Ranma, mostly stripped, arms and legs tied, a gag in her
mouth. Quite obviously screwing her. Akane sucked in a loud, hissing
breath.
Two faces turned her way, but Ranma immediately looked back down in shame.
Ryoga, on the other hand, gave her a smile which quite took her aback. As
calmly as if he were discussing a meal, the boy said, "Just hang on. I'll be
finished here in a minute." Then he turned back toward Ranma and began
thrusting even harder.
Akane continued to stand there, watching, frozen in place by shock. First
Ryoga had raped her, and now he was raping Ranma. While she watched. Yet there
was nothing she could do. Perhaps if she had Ranma's knowledge of pressure
points she could risk an attack, but as it was any blow she could strike would
be utterly useless. So she just stood. And tried to ignore the way her pussy
moistened at the sight of the cock driving in and out of Ranma's cunt.
Ryoga turned back toward Akane. His voice a little breathless now, he
informed her, "By the way. I probably shouldn't tell you this, but Ranma is an
even better fuck than you are. Sorry about that, but I'm afraid it's the
truth."
As the boy turned back to his task, Akane fought down the outrage his words
had roused in her. A girl who wasn't even a real girl was a better screw than
she was? Then Akane asked herself just what the hell she was thinking.
She had to be insane, getting jealous over the remarks of some goddamned
rapist.
Ranma was now whimpering and humping her ass back in a way that Akane
recognized all too well. Suddenly ashamed of watching what must be a deeply
humiliating experience for the other girl, Akane turned away and stepped back
out into the hall. All too soon, Ranma's grunts rose to a continuous moan,
followed soon after by a triumphant shout from Ryoga.
Akane waited for a minute before stepping back inside the room. Ryoga was
sitting on the floor, leaning back against the table, with his pants in place
once more. Ranma on the other hand was in exactly the same position, cum
slowly leaking out of her slit to run down her leg. Ryoga looked up at her and
said, "You can get Ranma dressed again if you want, and take the gag out of
her mouth, but leave her hands tied. Unless you want a spanking like the one I
gave Ranma."
Akane noticed for the first time how red her fiance's ass was, generating
another twinge of sympathy. She walked over and helped Ranma up off the table,
pulling down her shirt, and untying the pants to pull them back up. With
difficulty, Akane removed the gag, but didn't quite dare to disobey the
command about leaving Ranma's hands tied. She helped Ranma over to the couch
and sat her down, taking a seat beside her and holding her close. Facing their
attacker, she begged to know, "Why? How could you do this to us? I thought you
were a friend?"
Ryoga glanced over at the two of them, surreptitiously trying to move his
leg again, and hiding a smile as it twitched. Trying to sound bored, he asked,
"Before I answer that, how about one of you tell me what this thing is that's
supposed to be hidden in my pack? You said it's supposed to be some sort of
cure for the weakness moxibustion?"
Akane looked toward Ranma for guidance, but the other girl was merely
glaring at Ryoga with hate-filled eyes. Still hoping that Ryoga would be
willing to cooperate now that he'd had his way with them, Akane answered.
"It's a fragment of paper. A piece of the moxibustion chart Happosai had. It
contains the symbol that needs to be burned on our backs in order to cure us.
Happosai told Ranma that he hid it in your pack, when he came across the pair
of you up in the mountains."
Ryoga allowed his own face to twist with displeasure. "And you couldn't
have just asked for it? `Hey, Ryoga, we think the old pervert hid a piece of
paper in your pack and we need it. Could you get it out for us?' Ever think of
trying that?"
Akane's face flushed, as much from anger over what Ryoga had done himself
as in embarrassment at his words. "We didn't think we could trust you. Not
after what you did to Ranma."
Ryoga's eyes flicked toward Ranma, and he smirked. "Yeah, I heard that this
bitch claimed I raped her up there in the mountains. That's not the way I
remember it though. Seemed to me she was damned eager for what I did to
her that day."
"You fucking bastard!" Ranma hissed.
"And you, Akane," Ryoga went on, "offering me sex in exchange for this
thing instead of just asking, like some kind of whore. When did you sink so
low? Or were you always a slut? Not that I shouldn't have expected it. I
overheard some guys talking about how you've been putting out for a bunch of
boys."
Akane's face turned white, and the room spun around her. Were rumors
getting around about what she'd been doing? "Who ... who said that?" she
whispered.
Ryoga gave a laugh, making up this excuse for his knowledge as he went
along. "From what they said, they were a couple of the guys you've been
screwing. You might want to tell them to be more careful about who's around
when they're talking about it."
Shaking his leg, Ryoga stood up carefully, then sat down on the table to
give himself more time to recover. "You know, you two have really, really
managed to piss me off," he told them.
Ranma couldn't stop the snarl. "We've pissed you off?"
"Yeah," the boy confirmed, his face twisting in displeasure. "You could
have been nice and just asked. But no, you had to try to trick me, and tear up
all my stuff. On top of that, both of you have been acting like sluts, but
trying to deny it. Well, I'll tell you what. If that's what you want, then
that's what I'm gonna give you. I'm gonna treat you both like the sluts
you are. For, say, the next month. And if you're both good little sluts for
me, I'll give you that paper you want at the end of that month."
Akane's face fell. Ranma bared her teeth. "Go to hell, asshole! I
couldn't find the damned thing! Either Happosai lied, or you fucking went and
lost it!"
Ryoga grinned maliciously. "Nope. Neither one. I recognized what you're
talking about when Akane described it. I found it a few days ago. A piece of
paper, so big, torn around the edges. With a single complex kanji character
drawn on it?" He put his fingers together to indicate the size of the
fragment, and Akane nodded, remembering the hole in the chart.
Ryoga nodded as well. "Like I said, I found it. Didn't know what the hell
it was. Lucky for you, I decided not to throw it away. It's not in my pack
though. But I promise you, it is someplace safe. And you're not getting
it unless you give me what I want. For the next month."
Ranma struggled vainly to get her hands free. "I'll kill you, motherfucker!
Then I'll go to your house and tear it apart till I find the thing!"
Ryoga's face hardened. "Let's make that two months. Care to try for
three?" His teeth bared mirthlessly as Akane leaned over and whispered
fiercely in Ranma's ear. The redhead slowly settled back, glaring.
"That's better," the boy complimented her. "And for your information, while
I did say it's someplace safe, it isn't in my house. And you'd better think
real hard about not doing anything to make me unhappy. All it'll take
is one match, and your hope for a cure goes up in smoke. You understand?" He
paused, then hissed, "I said, do you understand?"
Akane closed her eyes in pain and nodded. Ranma's face struggled for
several seconds before despair washed over her features. "Yeah, asshole, we
understand," she whispered.
Ryoga snorted, mentally slapping himself on the back. "Remember, if you
kill me, you'll never find the thing. And if you do anything less than killing
me, I'll destroy it. All you've got to do is hold out for two months. Hell, a
couple of sluts like you will probably enjoy it. Well, most of it. You can go
ahead and finish untying the bitch now." This last statement was directed at
Akane, and she began working the knots loose behind Ranma's back.
Once Ranma was free and rubbing her sore wrists, Ryoga ordered, "Okay, Red,
time to clean up the mess you made. Pick all this shit up, and put it back in
my pack. Neatly. Akane, you get out of those clothes. Oh, don't look at me
like that!" He practically snarled. "I doubt that I can get it up again right
now. I just wanna make sure you know your place. Go get me a glass of water,
and when you come back you can sit in my lap and let me play with your tits
while we watch Ranma work."
These instructions were followed, except that while one hand fondled
Akane's tits, the other went between her legs and fingered her pussy
thoroughly. Even worse, she was ordered to spread her legs widely so that
Ranma could get a good look at what was happening. By the time Ranma finished
putting everything away in the pack, Ryoga had forced Akane to three quivering
orgasms.
Pushing Akane off to the side on the couch, Ryoga stood up. He lifted the
massive pack with ease and shrugged it onto his back. "Well, it's been fun,
but you know how it is. Places to go. People to see. I'll be back though.
We're gonna be having lots of fun together. Trust me." With that he stepped
out onto the engawa, turned, and vanished from sight.
Ranma sat down on the couch beside Akane, pulled the naked girl into her
arms, and held her tight. "I hope to God he gets good and lost," Ranma said
wearily. "If we're lucky, maybe he won't find his way back until the two
months are up." Akane nodded, but inside she didn't dare to hope.
Out on the street, Ryoga pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and
consulted the address he had tracked down earlier while making his plans.
Michio Yuzuki, he said to himself. Time for us to have a little
talk.

"I still ain't too sure about this," Hiroshi said to his friend as they
walked down the street toward the Tendo home.
Daisuke shrugged. "I've already agreed we'll let Ranma and Akane decide.
But I still think it's the best thing to do. If it isn't us, that creep Michio
will just find someone worse. And we might be able to find a way to help
them."
"I know why we're doing it," Hiroshi replied through gritted teeth.
"I just don't fancy trying to explain to Ranma why she ought to let us screw
her. And Akane!" He was moaning by the end of this statement.
"Well you better grow a spine quick," Daisuke said, stopping. He put his
hand on the gate. "We're here."

Note from H. Saotome, 2009-11-29: Here's the next installment, and
it only took three weeks this time. I wish I could resume my original pace,
but I'm afraid that's not going to happen.
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