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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 originally remained in Happosai's possession, but Ryoga now has it. Dark. M/F, n/c, BDSM, Tort.

Chapter 28

Ukyo lay on the futon, catching her breath, as Ryoga slowly removed her bonds. It had been an incredibly long day, starting with her nearly fruitless stakeout of the Tendo home, then the discovery of just how perverted Akane really was, followed by the torture of Akane and a little bit of fun afterward, succeeded by the fight with Ryoga in which she was knocked unconscious, and finally her own torture and rape. She carefully made no show of belligerence as the bastard finally released her.

Until the last rope came off. At that point Ukyo's foot rocketed up, to slam heavily into Ryoga's chin. His head rocked back and the young woman somersaulted backward to land on her feet in a fighting stance. She wished that she could take time to get dressed first, but the asshole might leave any minute, and she had a ton of rage to work off.

"Now that wasn't very nice," her rapist commented, massaging his chin.

"It wasn't goddamned meant to be!" Ukyo shouted, launching a roundhouse kick for his skull, followed by two quick punches. All were casually blocked, with the boy choosing to merely absorb the power of the blows rather than bothering to deflect them. Ukyo looked with longing at her battle spatula leaning against the wall on his far side, but for the moment she had to fight with what she had.

"I thought we had a deal," Ryoga pointed out, continuing to defend himself but making no counterattack. He gave no ground, nor allowed his recent victim to work her way around to his other side.

Ukyo snarled her reply. "I'm still not convinced that wasn't just a load of bullshit. And I ... wasn't exactly thinking straight." She lunged for a couple of spatulas on the floor, ripping off the wires and holding the razor edges outward.

Ryoga sighed. He darted forward, the edges of his hands cutting in like blades. The maneuver surprised the chef, just a little, although she reacted by instinct, slashing at his forearms.

Except the chopping thrusts turned out to be a feint. The boy pulled his arms back so that the flashing spatulas missed by millimeters, and in the same moment his foot yanked up on the mop handle, tearing out the spatulas which pinned it to the floor. Ryoga used the mop to block Ukyo's spatulas as they returned in vicious backhands. The mop handle was sliced into three pieces, but the blades were slowed just enough by the impact that Ryoga was able to drop the remains and seize Ukyo's wrists in the iron vises of his hands.

"So what're you gonna do now?" he sneered.

Ukyo replied by kicking him hard, right in the balls.

Ryoga gave a grunt and bent forward a little, but didn't release the girl's hands. "Okay," he wheezed, "I'll grant you that part of me isn't quite as tough as the rest." He squeezed his hands, making Ukyo yelp. "Drop 'em" he ordered.

She tried to kick him again, but he twisted to the side so that her foot collided with his thigh instead. Which had no apparent effect. As his grip tightened further, she surrendered with a cry and the two spatulas bounced on the floor.

With a quick move Ryoga pulled her in close, pinned both wrists behind her back in one of his hands, and grabbed her throat with the remaining hand. He applied pressure, just enough to make breathing difficult.

"Are you gonna behave?" he asked harshly.

"You're nothing but a filthy pig," she spat.

He squeezed harder, making her vision dim. "I tried to be nice," he told her. "I offered to let you in on the fun, to have all the revenge you want. On Ranma and Akane, that is. Just forget any idea of getting revenge on me. Now I happen to think it would be funny to see you getting your rocks off with Ranma while Akane watches helplessly. But I'm not gonna put up with any more bullshit from you. So this is your last chance to be reasonable."

"Why should I believe anything you've said?" Ukyo demanded.

Ryoga eased his grasp a trifle. "I don't suppose you have any reason to. But you might think about the chance you could be passing up."

She looked to the side, so she wouldn't have to see his face. "Can you at least tell me what this mysterious hold is you're supposed to have over them?"

His answer sounded honestly regretful. "No, that's private. But I'll tell you a few things about what's going on. First of all, in case you didn't know it, Ranma still has that weakness thing. He didn't find a cure. Second, Akane has it now, too. She's just as weak as he is."

Ukyo blinked. "You're shitting me," she remarked. Yet as she considered how little resistance Akane had given earlier, the teenager found herself starting to believe.

"No, she really is," Ryoga told her straightforwardly. "Which means neither she nor Ranma are in much position to stop anyone from doing whatever they want with 'em. Well, Ranma's still a bit dangerous. Pressure points and that sort of shit. But he knows to behave if he doesn't want Akane hurt."

"Wait a sec." Ukyo frowned. "Does that mean Akane really was raped? Like she told me?"

Ryoga shrugged. "Depends on your point of view, I suppose. How much slack you're willing to cut her. What I know for a fact is she gets off on it, which doesn't much sound like rape to me. But what do I know? Anyway, do you really care? About the bitch who stole your guy? Here's the facts. Akane and Ranma are planning to get married, no matter what you or I say. Akane's also a horny little slut who gets turned on getting fucked by a bunch of bastards. For that matter, Ranma's quite the little slut in her girl form, as well. The way I see it, anything that's happened to them so far is no more than they deserve, and they got a hell of a lot more coming to them yet."

Ukyo chewed at her lip. It was sure as hell true that Akane hadn't looked to be in any distress when she left Michio's house earlier. And that guy on the bridge ...! She hadn't given so much as a peep of protest despite the people passing by. And Ukyo was still filled by a boiling rage over having her fiance stolen from her, especially given everything he owed her. In the end what Ryoga said made sense, the two idiots did deserve whatever they got, or were getting, from this.

"I still need to see proof," she told him. "But if you haven't gone insane, then I'm in." Her voice hardened. "On the other hand, if you touch me again, I'll cut your balls off. Speaking of which, let me the fuck go!"

Ryoga laughed and released her, stepping backward. "No dice on the not touching you again. Not if you want to play with my toys, because that's my price. But I'm the only one you'll have to put out for. You'll be off limits to the other guys."

Ukyo closed her arms over her chest, doing her best to ignore her nudity further down. Letting this bastard screw her again was pretty high on her list of things for which she'd rather see hell freeze first. Even if he had made her come pretty hard. The fucker. Ukyo sighed. On the other hand, she'd give just about anything to be able to order Akane and Ranma to do the sort of things he promised. Even if it meant letting a complete asshole fuck her brains out.

"Like I said," she finally told him, "I want proof. If you really come through on your end of the deal, then ..." Ukyo's face twisted. "Then I'll stick to my end of the deal. Once in a while. Not too damned often."

Ryoga put his hands behind his head. "It won't be that frequent. I got two cunts at home to take care of my daily needs."

Then he lowered his arms and his face grew more serious. "But you'd better remember not to get stupid. No injuries. Nothing permanent like tattoos. Nothing that's going to reveal our little game to everyone. In fact, no telling anyone who doesn't already know. That's ..." He started ticking off his fingers. "Hikaru, the twerp that was here earlier, Michio Yuzuki, Tanjiro, Kaori, Raiden, Katsuo, Takeo, Hiroshi and, uh, Daisuke. Afraid I can't remember too many of their last names yet, but you know 'em all from school."

Ukyo gaped. "Hiroshi and Daisuke? You mean, Ranma's friends?"

"Yeah," Ryoga laughed. "I think that was an idea of that bastard Michio's. A pretty good one though, making Ranma screw his two best friends. Yeah, they're part of the gang."

Ukyo just shook her head.

Ryoga continued to grin. "Ah well. It's getting late, and I need sleep so my balls can fill up for tomorrow. I'll let you know when you can have a turn. Everyone other than me is on a schedule, but I won't make you wait too long. Maybe tomorrow, but we'll see." He turned away. "Don't worry. I'll see myself out."

"Yeah. If you can find the fucking door," the girl behind him muttered.

Ryoga didn't bother with a response, or even give an indication he had heard the comment. He left the room and, a minute later, Ukyo heard the door downstairs close.

Ukyo sighed before glancing at her discarded clothes. Changing her mind, she decided to slip into a kimono, get her bathing supplies, and make a quick trip to the public bath. She felt dirty. Looking down, she frowned with distaste at a trail of semen running down the inside of her thigh. Extremely dirty, she amended in her thoughts.

As the hour drew close to lunchtime, it occurred to Akane that she had not seen Ranma since breakfast. Nor, for that matter, had she seen Ryoga, even at breakfast. But she assumed that the latter had simply let in - not that she really cared so long as he wasn't making demands of her. On the other hand, she did care about Ranma's absence, wondering if he might have taken off somewhere without telling her, let alone inviting her to go with him. He'd need to get back soon if he was going to eat with her and Kasumi. Plus, Hiroshi and Daisuke would be coming over shortly after for another training session.

Deciding to check whether he might be hanging around the house somewhere after all, she quickly checked his bedroom, the living room, the kitchen, and the bathing room. Curiously, her sister Kasumi wasn't in any of those places either. Stepping outside, Akane peeked into the dojo, which also proved empty, then circled the house. She stopped just a quarter of the way around when she spotted Ranma up on the balcony, leaning against the railing with his eyes closed, the slight breeze ruffling his hair. The mystery of Kasumi's whereabouts was also answered as she noticed her sister out of the corner of her eye, around the next side of the house hanging laundry on the line.

Walking over to a point immediately beneath the balcony, Akane called up softly, "Mind if I join you?"

Ranma shrugged his shoulders without saying anything. Taking a moment to focus her ki as he was teaching her, Akane bunched her legs and jumped. She barely made it - in fact, didn't make it, having to grab hold of the railing from the outside and pull herself up and over. With a final heave she dropped to her feet beside him, offering a cocky grin, then frowned when his lips barely curved upward in answer.

"What's eating you?" she demanded, punching him lightly on the shoulder.

"Eh, this and that." He sighed. "The bastard was a real asshole last night while we were searching for those creeps ... especially after we found them." He carefully avoided looking in Akane's direction.

Akane grimaced. "Eew. He didn't make you ... do anything with them? Did he?"

Ranma gagged. "Ugh. No. Though come to think of it, the fucker did threaten to. But they ran off. Thankfully. It's just, what he was doing to me before they showed up. And after."

"Oh. Well ... that's not exactly anything new, is it? And besides, he's not here right now, and I am. So how about cheering up some?"

Ranma couldn't help smiling a little more on hearing this, but was simultaneously a little irritated that she was trying to make him forget his funk. "Huh. Well, what about you? Aren't you bothered by what Michio and those other freaks made you do last night?" He suddenly remembered his anger over not being able to go with her, to watch over her. "They, uh, I hope they didn't do anything too goddamned ugly. Did they?"

Akane's face fell, as she realized that of course he didn't know about Ukyo yet.

Before she could draw breath to reply, Ranma's face clouded on seeing her expression, and his hands curled into fists. "I'm gonna fucking kill those bastards."

Akane shook her head, causing her fiance to frown in confusion. "Not them. Something else happened last night. Um ..." She wasn't sure how to tell him, then decided to just spit it out. "Ukyo's back. She caught me last night, before I got home. She, um, she wasn't very happy with me."

Ranma looked blank for a moment, then his face darkened again. He forgot completely about his own disgust with Ryoga, memories of his own recent encounters with Ukyo rising unbidden, worry and frustrated helplessness combining to bring his temper to a boil.

"What - did - she - do?" he asked through gritted teeth, each word encased in ice.

Akane eyed him uneasily. She hesitated at the thought of coming right out and telling him. "Nothing that much worse than other things that've been done to us," she answered quietly but firmly. "It was more what else she had in mind. But Hikaru put a stop to that. Or, I mean, Ryoga did. After Hikaru went and got him."

Ranma's eyes widened. "And why the hell didn't you come and get me instead of Gosunkugi? Or that pig Ryoga? Why am I only just hearing about it now?"

Akane closed her eyes and tried to project calm. "I couldn't very well tell you over the breakfast table with Kasumi sitting right there, and you disappeared after that. And, well, I didn't really want to think about it. Not right away. And as for getting Hikaru or Ryoga to help me, I couldn't get anybody. I was tied up at Ukyo's place. She made the mistake of calling Hikaru herself, and he got Ryoga. You were, um, asleep when I got home, and I didn't want to wake you up. I just wanted to go to bed and go to sleep, and try to put it all behind me."

Opening her eyes, she could see that he still looked hurt. Hurt and furious. He turned his gaze away. "So they just rode off to the rescue without me, huh? They figured I'm too weak to be of any use, is that it? So Ukyo had you tied up. And just what was she doing that she needed to tie you up? What aren't you telling me. What did that bitch do to you?"

Akane took a deep breath. "First, I don't know why Hikaru and Ryoga didn't say anything to you before leaving. Maybe you were already asleep. And it would have been Ryoga's decision. You know that. If he said not to tell you, Hikaru wouldn't have had any choice."

She paused, trying to see if her words were having any effect. Maybe his shoulders slumped a tiny fraction more. Or maybe she was just imagining things. Taking another breath, she went on, "Ukyo seems to have gotten some idea that I'm ... um, really promiscuous. And that I used that to steal you from her." Ranma snorted, and couldn't help a small grin, although it faded quickly. "She attached some wires to me with spatulas and gave me electric shocks, and made me say things ..."

"She what?!" he roared.

Akane looked around frantically. "Keep your voice down, baka! Kasumi will hear you!" After another look, she continued quietly. "Okay, yeah, it hurt. But some of the other things the gang have done to me have hurt just as bad. Hell, even worse. Believe me, I'll live." She took another deep breath. "That wasn't the really bad thing."

Ranma couldn't believe his ears. "It wasn't?"

She shook her head. "No. The really awful thing, the thing she planned to do after that, well, after she ... uh, that doesn't matter. But what she planned to do next was to get all the boys from the hentai horde to come over there last night." Akane gripped the railing more tightly. "To have them all ... take turns with me. Except ..."

Ranma interrupted. The words were forced from him. "I'm going over there. Right now. I'll paralyze her arms and legs, then I'll put a pillow over her face, and she's never going to ..."

"Stop it!" Akane hissed. "Don't you dare talk about doing something like that! Besides, I think Ryoga took care of her. That's what I was about to say. Except she made the mistake of calling Hikaru first. And he brought Ryoga. And Ryoga knocked Ukyo out, and untied me. And Hikaru brought me home. And Ryoga was planning to lay down the law to Ukyo." Akane put her hand on Ranma's arm. "And so I don't think we should plan on doing anything until we find out what Ryoga said to her."

"I don't like it," Ranma said. "I'm tired of all of these bastards having their way with us, and us not being able to do anything about it. I want ..."

What he might want was left unsaid. At that moment a couple of ladders banged into the balcony railing, and four miniature painters appeared in front of them, slopping paint on the railing with brushes.

"What the hell are you doing?" Ranma demanded.

"Painting this balcony," one of the short men answered.

"Coming through!" one of the other men shouted, swiping his paintbrush past Ranma's head.

"Hey! Watch it!" Ranma yelled, barely leaning back in time. Then his eyes widened. "You're those freaks! The ones after my pigtail!"

"Aha!" the leader exclaimed. "So you are that girl from last night!" He shook his head, before adding, "Bit of the pot and kettle calling us freaks, wouldn't you say?"

At the same moment, two of the men, one on each side of Ranma, threw their paint pails straight at his head. Ranma ducked underneath them just in time. Unfortunately, the two pails collided with one another right above his head. They dropped straight down, covering the young man from head to toe in white paint.

"Oh ... my," Akane said weakly, one hand over her mouth.

Ranma just sat there, his butt planted on the floor between his heels, his knees splayed out to either side. He blinked owlishly, his eyes shockingly blue in the midst of his pure white features.

One of the little men patted Ranma on the shoulder. "Guess you'd better wash your hair now, huh? Not to mention the rest of you?" He looked down at his white palm with a grimace.

Suddenly realizing their goal, Ranma yelled, "My pigtail's staying right where it is! No way I'm gonna untie it!"

The four Chinese men pulled shears out of their pockets. "Be a good little boy. Or girl. Or whatever," one of them said.

"You're not touching me," Ranma told them. Faster than the eye could track, he reached out and hit pressure points on all of their arms and legs, paralyzing them. Little dots of white were left where his finger struck.

"Hey, no fair!" they complained.

"Shall I call the police?" Akane asked hesitantly.

Ranma didn't have a chance to reply as the balcony door slid open with a bang. "What the hell's going on out here?" Ryoga demanded.

"Um. Heh heh," the little men got out, as they recognized the violent bloke from the night before. They increased their struggles to move their limbs, uselessly.

"Oh, it's you idiots," Ryoga said with a grumble. "Haven't you learned your lesson yet?" He picked them up one by one, and drop kicked them into the distance.

"I was planning to deal with them myself," Ranma snarled.

"Yeah, whatever," Ryoga brushed this off. Looking the other boy over more critically, he suggested, "Don't you think you oughta go wash up?"

Ranma grumbled some more, but the would be pigtail-nappers were gone, and he was feeling pretty sticky. He dropped over the railing and landed lightly on the ground, then headed for the back door and the bathing room beyond. Leaving a trail of white splotches behind.

Kasumi looked up from the washing machine as the white apparition stomped by. "Oh my! What happened?"

"I'd rather not talk about it," Ranma replied in passing. He stripped off his shirt and pants as he entered the bathing room. Kasumi watched as Ryoga and Akane came in and followed him, then decided out of curiosity to join them. Seeing the others gather around, Ranma removed his thumbs from the waistband of his boxers just before pulling them down. He decided not to argue but just marched over to the shower and lifted down the showerhead.

Spinning the knob Ranma began at the top, washing the paint out of his hair. He found himself feeling thankful again, despite all the other crap the old pervert had put him through, that water of ordinary temperatures no longer changed him into a girl. Holding the showerhead with one hand, the scrubbed the fingers of his other hand through his hair, trying to get rid of all of the paint. The tight braid of his pigtail was particularly resistant to these efforts.

"You know, that would work a lot better if you untied your pigtail," Akane suggested.

His only answer was a grunt.

Ryoga frowned. "What are you, nuts? She's right."

"Who asked you?" Ranma snarled. "I can take care of this myself."

"But you won't get all the paint out if you don't untie it," Kasumi pointed out in her best pleasantly bewildered voice.

Suppressing any further snarl for Kasumi's sake, Ranma replied as patiently as he could, "I don't care."

"Come on, don't be stupid," Akane said brusquely. She grabbed for his hair, but Ranma spun around, whipping the pigtail out of her reach.

"I said no," Ranma told them, a bit of snarl working its way back into his voice. He retreated a couple of steps away from Akane.

Ryoga was merely standing there, watching the scene with raised eyebrows. It didn't really matter to him if Ranma was fool enough not to want to get all the paint out. On the other hand, as Ranma stepped away from Akane, this brought him closer to Kasumi, and unlike Ryoga she was unable to ignore Ranma's needs.

Ranma suddenly found his shoulders held in the grip of the older girl. "Ranma-kun, you are being foolish," she informed him sternly. "We have to get the paint out. Now hold still while I untie your pigtail."

"I said no!" he nearly shouted, struggling to free himself from her hold. It was useless, however. In his weakened state, the young man couldn't have freed himself from the grasp of a toddler.

"That will be quite enough," Kasumi told him. Realizing that she could easily hold him in place with one hand, she released one shoulder and deftly untied the knot in the string at the end of his pigtail.

"No, don't!" Ranma yelled, thrashing and trying desperately to escape. "I said leave it alone!"

"There!" Kasumi declared at last, pulling the string free. The ends of the three entwined ropes of hair waved freely. The girl reached for them to start separating the strands.

Except she missed. Even as her hand was reaching forward, the end of his hair descended several centimeters. And kept descending. Kasumi pulled her hand back, startled. Her eyes widened as Ranma's hair reached the small of his back, and continued growing even longer. She took a step backward, releasing his shoulder.

Ranma spun to put his back to the wall, staring at the other three out of frightened eyes. Hoping they hadn't seen the truth, knowing that they had. The hair appeared behind his legs. Seconds later the tips brushed the floor, then began to pool there.

"What the hell?!" Ryoga exclaimed. "What the fuck is wrong with your hair, man?"

"Language, Ryoga-kun," Kasumi admonished. "Er, Ranma, what is happening to your hair?"

Ranma stood there, mute, eyes darting around, seeking an escape from the three who surrounded him.

"Come on, baka, you might as well tell us," Akane urged. Hesitantly she suggested, "Does this have something to do with the dragon's whisker?"

Ranma sagged in defeat. "Can I have it back?" he asked quietly, holding his hand toward Kasumi. Absently, she placed the string in his palm.

The boy reached back behind his head and gathered his hair in his hands, before realizing that it was much too long to tie, and he didn't have any scissors. Looking down at the puddle of hair piling up around his feet, it was also apparent he wouldn't be able to move around very easily. Looking back up, he asked Kasumi plaintively, "Could you please help me, here?"

Kasumi nodded silently, then stepped back out into the changing room where she got a pair of scissors from the cabinet over the sink. Coming back in, she cut Ranma's hair off close to his head. As it grew back out over the next few seconds, the young woman braided it together, tying the pigtail off with the string just as it reached its former length. After several seconds passed, it was clear that the growth had stopped.

Akane cleared her throat. "So ... I assume there's a story?"

Ranma nodded morosely. "It was in China, just after I got cursed," he told his rapt audience. "I left pop back in camp, and I was wandering around looking for anything edible. We'd run out of food back before Jusenkyo, and I hadn't had anything to eat since that disaster with Shampoo."

He noted the frowns on two of the faces. Akane, of course, would just as soon prefer to forget how Shampoo had chased Ranma across China and all the way to her home. At least she and the others had returned to the village of the Joketsuzoku, hopefully forever. Ryoga was no doubt reliving his own memories of Jusenkyo and its aftermath. Not wishing to deal with either of those matters, Ranma sighed and hurried on.

"I was walking down a mountain path when I heard someone yelling behind me. Don't know what he was saying, though I recognized the Chinese for `Stop!' Anyway, I turned around and saw a guy about to run past carrying a bowl of something. I was so hungry I didn't even stop and think about it. I kicked him into orbit, grabbed the bowl when he dropped it, and scarfed it down. It was some kind of porridge.

"Well the guy who was yelling ran up, and grabbed the bowl. He seemed relieved to see that I was a girl. Oh - I was in my cursed form when it happened. He took me back to his restaurant and gave me some more food and tea. Then he started explaining. The porridge was made with something called the dragon's whisker - according to him it really is a whisker from a dragon. He started to tell me why men want it, and why it was a good thing I was a girl. I wasn't really paying attention. I took some of the hot water he'd used for the tea and poured it on myself. Shocked him like hell to see I was a guy after all. Not as much as the shock I got though."

"Your hair?" Akane suggested, guessing where this was going.

Ranma nodded again. "Yeah. It started growing as soon as I changed back into a guy. That porridge is supposed to be a cure for baldness. It isn't supposed to be eaten by a guy who still has hair. He said it doesn't have any effect on girls."

"So what did you do?" Kasumi asked breathlessly.

"First thing I did was pound the guy into the floor," Ranma remarked with feeling. "Then he offered to let me have the dragon's whisker. He said that so long as it's tied around the end of my hair, its magic will prevent my hair from growing. I've had it ever since."

"Interesting story," Ryoga said, clearly amused. "And whenever you take that thing off, your hair starts growing like crazy again?"

Ranma scowled. "Yeah. If I'm a guy. Nothing happens if I'm a girl. Of course, back before my curse changed I was always a girl when I was bathing, so there wasn't any problem about untying it and washing my hair."

Ryoga laughed. "Only you. And I suppose those freaks want it 'cause they're all bald? Eh, could be worse. Actually, it's pretty funny for someone not standing in your shoes."

"Funny?!" Ranma shouted. "It ain't ..." He took a deep breath, then went on in a cold quiet voice. "How funny would you find it if you might end up bald 'cause of this shit? If I lose that dragon's whisker, my hair won't keep growing forever. Probably only for a few hours. The guy who gave it to me told me that I don't get any more hair than I'm supposed to have in my life. Once I use it up ... that's it. No more."

"Oh Ranma," Akane murmured sympathetically. Kasumi also gazed at him sadly.

Ryoga frowned, feeling an unaccustomed touch of empathy for his old rival. That really would be pretty shitty, knowing that if you lost that little piece of string that you'd end up bald. His stomach started churning. Having to put up with that kind of crap, on top of what ...

Ryoga put a hand to his head, stumbling slightly. What the hell had he been doing? What kind of monster was he turning into? He closed his eyes tightly, not daring to look at either Ranma or Akane, fearing the images his mind would conjure up. He moaned. He had to get out of there! Now!

Ryoga lurched to the side, arm outstretched, blindly searching for the door. Where the hell was it?!

Kasumi called out from somewhere behind him. "Ryoga-kun! What's wrong?!"

"I've gotta go! I ... Never mind! I've just got to get out of here!"

"What the hell ...?" Ranma began.

"Shut up!" Ryoga screamed. "Don't say anything! Don't talk! Don't do nothing!" His groping hand encountered a wall. Where was that fucking door?

"But ..." Akane said.

"No!" Ryoga screamed. Screw it! he thought. Rearing back, he slammed his shoulder into the wall, smashing through it. Not knowing if he was in the hall or outdoors, he took off running. He smashed blindly through another obstacle. Then another. There was a squeal of brakes. Finally daring to open his eyes, the boy found himself running down the middle of a busy road, cars and trucks swerving around him as their drivers cursed and shook their fists. He leaped to the sidewalk but kept running, trying to put as much distance between himself and ... back there ... as he could. Trying to outrun his memories.

What have I done?! he shouted inside his head. Oh God! What's happening to me? I've got to get away! Lost! Yeah, I need to get lost! So fucking lost it'll take months for that bastard Haido to find his way back!

Ryoga ran onward for hours, never slowing down.

Where am I now? the young man wondered wearily. It seemed like ages ago that he had last experienced this sense of ... bewilderment, of gazing at his surroundings helplessly, unable to identify a single landmark. It didn't help that dark had fallen, leaving everything coated in shadow. Nor that he was stumbling from hunger, not having eaten anything since the previous night.

A few things were obvious. He was walking along a sidewalk beside a road in some city. There were houses on either side, behind walls. Seemed fairly well-to-do. Streetlights at regular intervals provided a reasonable amount of illumination, hiding all but the brightest stars in the winter sky. Traffic was neither heavy nor light, a car passing by him on the road every few seconds. He could have been anywhere.

And I hope I am, Ryoga thought to himself.

Still, he couldn't just keep wandering all night. Eventually he would need to sleep. It would also be nice to find something to eat. His stomach rumbled, emphasizing the point. With a grimace, Ryoga leaped atop the wall beside him, hoping to see something which would give him a clue which direction to head next.

Nothing. Just houses surrounded by big yards, as far as he could see. He sighed and hopped down, then looked around in puzzlement. What happened to the road? Smacking himself in the face, he realized that he had jumped down on the wrong side of the wall, into the yard on the other side. He turned around and ran back to the wall.

Except it wasn't the wall. It was the house. Furthermore he had his nose pressed against a window. A window through which he could dimly see a kitchen, faintly lit by light coming through a doorway from some farther room. Almost directly in front of his eyes across the room was a refrigerator. A big, beautiful refrigerator. Ryoga realized he was salivating. He was so hungry!

Unable to tear his gaze away, Ryoga's big hands pressed more firmly against the glass. Without conscious realization, they pressed slightly upward. There was a sharp snap as the latch broke, and the window slid upward several centimeters. Ryoga stared at the window guiltily. He hadn't meant to do that. He was pretty sure he hadn't. But it was done now. And that inviting refrigerator was just on the other side. And a family this well off wouldn't miss a few bits of food, would they?

Pushing the sash up further, Ryoga climbed through then closed the window again behind himself. Creeping over to the refrigerator, he opened the door and stood salivating at the sight. Unable to control himself any longer, the boy fell upon the contents, devouring half a ready-to-serve chicken, two slices of watermelon, an entire carton of orange juice as well as a gallon of milk, some type of fish he didn't stop to identify, a jar of pickles, half an apple pie, and a block of tofu. He gave a pleased belch before turning to leave once more.

Except now he found himself walking down a hallway, the kitchen window no longer in sight. Dammit, why can't I even find my way around a room? he grumbled internally. However, there was no heat to the complaint, similar questions having been asked of himself with endless repetition over the years. While walking, Ryoga kept an eye open for some door or window which would lead him back outside, and at the same time tried to be alert for the possibility of stumbling across one of the residents.

However, his vigilance proved to be insufficient. Ryoga turned a corner just as a young woman emerged from a doorway further down the hall. They stared at each other for an instant, just long enough for Ryoga to form an impression of a very hot girl with a long ponytail wearing something black and diaphanous. Then she darted back through the door beside her. Undecided for a moment, Ryoga chose to run after her before she could raise the alarm, to try to explain that he meant no harm and was only looking for the way out.

He reached the doorway only to stumble back as he nearly collided with the girl, who for some reason was coming back out. She was immediately in his face again, holding up ... a vase of flowers? Ryoga stared at them, wondering what the hell was going through her head, to be offering flowers to some stranger who had broken into her home. Then there was a slight rush of air from among the flowers, carrying a subtle perfume with it, and he was falling, sliding down the wall, landing in a heap on the floor.

It quickly became apparent that he was utterly unable to move a single muscle.

"That will teach you to break in and attempt to molest a defenseless young woman in her own house," the girl said calmly, even with a trace of amusement.

Ryoga tried to answer, to explain, but his mouth wouldn't obey.

"So now the question is what to do with you," the girl went on. "I suppose I could feed you to Mr. Turtle."

This only served to confuse Ryoga terribly, wondering how the hell you could feed someone to a turtle. The thought flew out of his head, though, as he finally got a closer look at what the girl was wearing. It was some type of negligee, black but very, very sheer, concealing nothing. In particular failing to conceal the microscopic matching black panties, and the complete lack of any further covering for her well-proportioned chest. The boy felt a trickle of blood leave his nose and slide down his cheek.

The girl laughed, a sound both merry and yet somehow frightening. "So. You like what you see, do you? I think, however, that the view will cost you dearly. Yes, I will certainly need to punish you for setting your eyes on that which is permitted only to be seen by my Ranma-sama. I think a visit to the dungeon is in order!" She laughed again, the sound this time unquestionably chilling.

Ryoga, however, was no longer paying attention. The name "Ranma" was still thundering through his head. He took a closer look, tearing his eyes away from her ... charms ... and focusing instead on the girl's face. He thought that maybe, yes, she did look familiar, although he couldn't seem to place her immediately. Which probably meant, to his disgust, that for all his running he had ended up right back in Nerima. Or perhaps never even made it out. And just why the hell did his sense of direction seem to take a perverse amusement in running him smack into people who knew Ranma?

His body was thumping down stairs as the girl dragged him by a foot, his head colliding with each step, but Ryoga barely noticed. He was too busy cursing his inability to get properly lost even when he wanted to be lost. He ignored the room into which he was pulled, and the bizarre furnishings therein. It wasn't until manacles were fastened around his wrists, and a winch pulled on a chain attached to the manacles to lift him into an upright position, that he bothered to take notice of his surroundings.

A dungeon indeed.

There were several sets of manacles attached by chains to the walls. Scattered about the room were various padded tables or benches with straps which could secure a person to them. On the walls there also hung whips, a cat o' nine tails, and similar devices. As well as a number of devices he couldn't identify. There was even ... was that really a rack over there?

His gaze was drawn upward to the chain attached to his own manacles. It passed through a bracket which was driven directly into the wall. From there the chain led up to a pulley set into the ceiling, which he could probably tear out once he was able to move again. His eyes continued down from the pulley to where the chain coiled around a massive winch bolted into the cement of the floor.

Ryoga turned his fascinated eyes back to the girl, and suddenly remembered why he had experienced a nose bleed. She was securing the winch so that it wouldn't unwind, bending over with her back to him. And he could barely detect her panties, the full globes of her ass standing out magnificently to his view. As feelings stirred within him, Ryoga closed his eyes quickly, trying to stave off his transformation into the despised Haido. It occurred to him belatedly that, unlike his mouth, he was still able to open and close his eyes.

The voice came from in front of him. "You refuse to watch? That is wise of you, but the decision comes far too late. We will now begin."

There was a tug at Ryoga's shirt, accompanied by the sound of cloth being cut. Once his shirt was removed, the young woman went to work on his pants. In a matter of minutes he was completely nude, and wondering what he was supposed to wear when he finally got a chance to leave. Assuming this girl wasn't planning to keep him locked up here until he died.

Something was dribbling onto his soft prick. The sensation was so startling that Ryoga's eyes popped back open. He had trouble looking down far enough, but saw that the girl was pouring something out of a small brown bottle. She put the bottle down, then picked up a riding crop. She rubbed the tip of the crop along his dick, worrying him for a minute that she was planning to whip it, until he realized that she was rubbing the liquid in. This realization was followed a few seconds later by a feeling of intense heat. Which quickly became a burning agony.

"I imagine you are feeling that by now," she told him. "Allow me to offer a distraction." With that she drew her arm back, then whipped the crop sharply across the flesh of his stomach. Then she did so again, and again, falling into a steady rhythm.

For Ryoga, this didn't amount to much of a distraction. The blows barely stung so far as he was concerned, almost unnoticeable next to the searing pain coming from further down. No, the real distraction was that with his eyes open again, Ryoga was unable to tear his fascinated gaze from the sight of the girls magnificent boobs swinging back and forth under the negligee as she struck with the riding crop. Perspiration beaded on her chest as she exerted herself, slowly merging into trickles which disappeared into her cleavage.

By the time she paused for a breather, Haido was imagining all the things he could do with the girl in a playroom like this, if only he were free. He ran his tongue over his lips, then managed a half smile as he noticed he was able to run his tongue over his lips and smile half a smile. The young man set himself to endure, patiently. Waiting.

After rolling a couple of wheels with little spikes on them all over his chest for a while, the girl glanced up with features twisted in frustration to ask, "Why do you not cry out? I am well aware that the paralysis gas has released your mouth by now."

Ryoga grinned. "I didn't see any reason to," he told her. "That barely tickles."

She spun away angrily, throwing the devices across the room. "Very well. Then I will find something which does more than tickle." She walked over to a wall and ran her fingers along the handle of a cat o' nine tails.

Ryoga made a point of running his eyes over the entirety of the room. "Isn't it a bit unusual to have a fully equipped dungeon in the basement of your house? Are you and your family nuts or something?"

The young woman snorted while lifting down the implement. "It is hardly `fully equipped.' I can easily think of a dozen additions it should have, if that were so. No, this was an indulgence of my father's, back when my mother still lived with him, before she ... never mind. In any case, they would ... play down here, quite frequently. I used to sneak into the hall outside, and listen to my mother's cries."

"You are seriously warped. You know that?"

"Strong words from someone who is about to be flogged." With some difficulty she managed to get Ryoga turned around, facing the wall.

"Just remember that I'm keeping track of every little thing that you do to me," Ryoga replied. "By the way, I'm getting tired of thinking of you as `that psycho' or `that nut' or ... well, you get the picture. You got a name?"

She sneered. "My name, peasant, is Kuno. Kodachi Kuno. But you may call me Mistress."

Ryoga snapped his fingers. "Kodachi. That's right. That stupid martial arts gymnastics contest. I remember you now. Ranma beat you by cutting the pole out from under your feet." He looked up at his hand. "Hey! I snapped my fingers!"

"So you were there for our tournament, were you? However, it was not my Ranma-sama who defeated me. It was the red-haired tramp my brother professes to love. She stole my beloved's name."

Ryoga sighed. "That red-haired tramp is Ranma, you ditz. He turns into a girl."

Kodachi's face darkened. "Do not spout such grotesque lies about Ranma-sama, you vile barbarian." She brought the cat down hard across his back.

Ryoga didn't even grunt, although this did cost him an effort. He certainly felt that one a lot more than the riding crop. "It's the simple truth," he told her, hoping to buy time. "Everyone knows about his curse. Except you, apparently. And I'll tell you something else. He and Akane-san are making plans to get married."

"You filthy liar!" Kodachi hissed, bring the cat down harder. "Ranma-sama loves only me! He would never marry that harridan!"

"Afraid you're wrong," he replied. "But I guess that's not so surprising. You don't seem terribly bright."

"Silence, cretin!" she all but shouted. She started striking more rapidly with the cat.

When she backed away, Kodachi was panting from her efforts. Ryoga's back was well striped, with several smears of blood. Or to put it another way, he looked several orders of magnitude better than he had in the aftermath of some of his past fights with Ranma. By this time, he was also able to flex his muscles experimentally.

With a feeling of pleasure, Ryoga noted that his movements were only a little stiff. He didn't know whether it was simply the passage of time, the pain, or the pumping of his blood - or perhaps all of these in combination - but it appeared that the paralysis was now mostly gone. He waited until Kodachi approached closely again, carrying a pair of pliers.

"I suppose that steel hoop my chain passes through above my wrists is too strong to pull out of the wall?" he inquired conversationally.

Kodachi laughed. "Much too strong. It goes in for over a meter. But feel free to waste your strength in the vain attempt if you like."

Ryoga shook his head. "Naw. I got a better idea." With that he stretched up on tiptoe and touched a single finger to the stone wall just underneath the metal bracket to which he referred. He whispered the words "Bakusai Tenketsu" as his finger found the mysterious breaking point.

There was an explosion, making Kodachi freeze in shock. Shards of stone flew out, leaving a huge hole in the wall, from which the twisted bracket dropped free. Ryoga yanked down hard, tearing the pulley wheel free when its metal casing remained securely attached to the ceiling. He spun around, throwing a loop of chain around the startled girl. No longer bound to the wall, and with several meters of slack in the chain to play with, Ryoga ran forward a couple of meters, shoving Kodachi in front of him. Her breath exploded from her lungs when he slammed her gut into the side of the rack.

"Now I'm going to ask very politely," he said softly. "Where's the key to these manacles?"

"You will pay for this," the girl bent over the table underneath him groaned. "You will experience pain a hundred times greater than before. You will ..."

Ryoga put a large meaty hand around her neck. "So much for politeness," he commented, then squeezed. Kodachi's eyes bugged out. Her face turned red, then purple.

"You ready to tell me where the key is yet?"

She managed to shake her head slightly. A few moments later she passed out.

Ryoga released his hand, letting her suck in air and waiting for her to wake up. When she did, he squeezed again. "Just let me know when you're ready to tell me."

Kodachi passed out again. The next time around, she finally nodded. When he released his hand, she spat, "In the drawer marked `Safety' in the wall beside the door." She looked over her shoulder. "Which, come to think of it, that chain is not long enough to allow you to reach."

Ryoga measured the distance with his eye, then looked at how much chain was left in the winch. "Umm ..." He shrugged. "Where there's a will, there's a way. Come on."

Seizing her by the ponytail with one hand, Ryoga dragged the now clawing and kicking Kodachi over to the winch. Lifting one leg, he kicked like a mule. On the second kick the winch broke completely free from the floor. He walked over to the door, still dragging Kodachi, and now dragging the winch as well. Hunting in the specified drawer, he finally found the properly labeled key among a pile of other keys. Seconds later he was once more entirely free.

And still entirely naked. Aside from his shoes, which he slowly kicked off.

"Now," he drawled. "I think it's time we discussed your punishment."

"You will release me now," Kodachi stated imperiously. "If you lay one hand upon me you will regret it for eternity."

"Yada, yada, yada." Ryoga grabbed the filmy material covering her body, managing to grasp the waist of the panties underneath at the same time. With one yank he tore them both completely away, leaving her completely nude. Kodachi shrieked and clawed at his eyes, but he caught her wrists and twisted both hands behind her back. After a little searching he found a pair of leather covered handcuffs, and used them to lock her hands behind her back, while ignoring her continued threats.

Kodachi's voice dropped to a hiss. "Once I am free, I will cut off your manhood and feed it to Mr. Turtle while you watch."

Ryoga spun her around, then let his eyes roam over the contents of the room while idly groping one of her tits. He casually remarked, "This pet turtle of yours must have an interesting diet."

"Mr. Turtle is not a turtle foolish one." Her voice still emerged as a hiss. "As you will understand once you see all of his teeth from up close. From very, very close."

Ryoga made his decision and frog marched her across the room. "Not that I much care, but ... tiger? Wolf? Piranha?"

"He is an alligator, simpleton," she spat.

The young man stopped beside something which resembled a padded bench in an inverted V shape, with straps along the sides. He paused before forcing Kodachi across it to ask in bemusement, "And you named an alligator `Mr. Turtle' because ...?"

The teenage gymnast huffed. "If you must know, I had asked my parents for a pet turtle on my fifth birthday. When my mother presented me with my new pet, she told me it was like a turtle, just with sharper teeth. And I assure you that he is all grown up now, and is awaiting you in his pond outside."

"He can just go right on waiting," Ryoga replied nonchalantly, warning himself to choose his path outside carefully whenever he got around to leaving. He thrust Kodachi down onto the bench, an action she refused to acknowledge with further useless protests. A strap was quickly fastened around her waist, and another around each ankle. The latter held her feet to each side of the bench, thus spreading her legs sufficiently to reveal the damp slit at their apex. A brief hunt turned up a coil of rope, an end of which was soon tied around the manacles at Kodachi's back, while the other end went around another pulley on the ceiling to be tied off to a hook on the wall, lifting her arms awkwardly behind her back.

"Comfy?" Ryoga inquired nicely.

"You were conceived in a forest when your mother encountered a pack of wild dogs," Kodachi informed him.

Ryoga shook his head, replying in a mild tone, "I'm afraid the only one who is going to find that sort of comment painful is you." He picked up the riding crop which his victim had earlier used on himself. "Allow me to demonstrate." His arm swung down.

Kodachi shrieked. No one had ever dared punish her before, and her training in martial arts gymnastics had done nothing to prepare her for the slice of fire which burned into her ass. Eyes impossibly wide, mouth gasping, the girl struggled to suck in enough air to inform the monster of the terrible forms her vengeance upon him would take. Except that before she could, the terribly cutting flame struck into her rear again, the words in her throat shattered by the agonized cry forced from her lungs.

And it struck again. And again. And again. Each blow accompanied by another shriek of pain, and wild shaking of her head back and forth in an attempt to deny that such a thing could be happening to a maiden of the house of Kuno. There was another slice of fire. Another. Another. Droplets of salt water went flying from her cheeks with each wild swing of her head. She was condemned to a hell of endless torture, until the sobbing girl realized that no further cuts were falling upon her blazing bottom.

"Back with me again?" Ryoga asked from where he was holding the rope he had untied from the wall. He hauled on it, pulling Kodachi's arms painfully higher behind her back. Once her tits were lifted clear of the bench, he tied the rope again, trapping her at that height. Then he walked back over and suggested, "I'm ready to do something less painful now. Something like playing with your tits. But I wouldn't want to do something like that without your permission. So would you like to ask me to? Would you like to say, `Please play with my tits?' Hmm?"

Her voice choked with tears, Kodachi answered, "N-nev-er."

Ryoga shrugged. "Suit yourself. In that case, I guess I'll just go on with what I was doing."

Before Kodachi could process what he meant, the riding cropped crashed across the globes of her ass once more. As the ripples of flesh flew away from the line of impact, and another stripe appeared on her flesh, the teenager screamed in horror. A desperate cry to stop was forming behind her lips when the next stroke arrived, turning it into a sound like, "Stooaauuugh!" The fourth strike landed before she managed to get out a clear "No!"

Ryoga paused. "Did you want me to stop and play with your tits?"

Kodachi panted. "You ... cannot ... do th-this. ... I am ... a Kuno. ... You ... will die ... sl-slowly ... painfully. ... You ..."

Her sentence was cut off by another howl of pain as the crop came down again. Except this time the flap on its end landed directly on the sole of her left foot. The cry was only starting to trail off when the next blow landed on the bottom of her right foot, causing the wordless shout to immediately rise in pitch and volume again. Though for a much shorter time, as her lungs ran out of air and were forced to draw breath.

Ryoga quickly got in ahead of anything she could say. "Your choice. You could ask me to play with your tits. Or I could whip your feet some more. You might want to think before you speak."

Kodachi's eyes and mouth were both wide open, as air forced itself back and forth across her lips. It was impossible to believe that such a thing was happening to her. The pain made it impossible to disbelieve. These two facts could not both be true. This was the point at which she was stuck, unable to push her thoughts further forward, when Ryoga grew impatient and struck both of her feat again.

Kodachi screamed, but this time the sound was strangled, her lungs finding it hard to supply enough air for the volume of sound she tried to achieve. She heard the walking dead man offer his ridiculous choice once again, and something deep inside forced her to make a decision, unable to face the pain again. After all, it was just her chest. Girls let boys touch them there all the time, if the things she overheard from her minions were to be believed. True, it was only Ranma who should have touched her there, but at the moment that thought was far away, and the creature who was doing this was definitely going to die. She must do what was necessary, and quickly, before he struck again.

"If ... if you must ... you may pl-place your hands ... upon my chest."

Ryoga laughed. "Damn, bitch. You make it sound boring. I told you ... ask me to play with your tits."

Kodachi growled softly, but cut it off. Keeping her face turned away from him, she choked out, "If you wish, please play with my ... tits."

"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" Ryoga said, the amusement clear in his voice. He walked around to Kodachi's head, then reached underneath, cupping both of her breasts in his hands. He squeezed and kneaded, stroked and caressed. He rolled the hard, rubbery nipples between his thumbs and fingers, pinching and pulling at them lightly. He listened for, and finally heard, soft moans that the bitch couldn't quite suppress.

Which is when he let go.

Walking a short distance away, Ryoga bent down and lifted the cat o' nine tails from the floor. He swished it through the air experimentally, saying, "I believe you used this on me as well."

At that moment he came close enough that Kodachi could see what was in his hands. She spasmed in terror. The riding crop had wrought unbearable pain. The young woman couldn't even begin to imagine what this instrument would feel like, but she knew for certain she did not want to learn firsthand.

"Pl-Please, sir. Would you not care to play with my ... tits ... some more?"

"Naw," Ryoga replied, making her shiver. He swung the cat a couple of more times, experimentally, making the girl flinch each time. Then he paused as if struck with a sudden inspiration. "Tell you what, though. If you like, you could ask me to fuck one of your holes. I think I'd enjoy that more than beating you."

Kodachi shook her head, a touch wildly. "No! No, you mustn't. I have never ... I am virgin, pure. Ranma-sama is destined to be my first."

Ryoga snorted. "I already told you, airhead. Ranma ain't interested in fucking your cunt. It's Akane he wants. When he's a guy at least. She's happy to take lots of dick as a girl, but she wouldn't be interested in you then, either. So you're saving yourself for a pipe dream. Might as well give it up and have fun instead."

Kodachi was still shaking her head, as if she hadn't heard a word. "No, no, please. Not that. Do not take that from me. It is my gift for Ranma-sama. Please. Spare me. Do not ..."

"For God's sake, put a lid on it!" Ryoga interrupted. "There ain't no point in saving yourself, but just shut up about it. I only said I'd enjoy fucking one of your holes, and you got two others. Or I can just whip you instead." The cat swished through the air again.

Kodachi warily eyed the partially stiff object hanging from the nest of hair at the boy's groin. She couldn't imagine how such a thing could possibly fit in any of her openings. She absolutely had to preserve her virginity, no matter what the cost. But if that thing were forced into her bottom, it would surely tear her asunder. On the other hand, she could not possibly bear the defilement of allowing it to touch her lips. Although doing so might give her the opportunity to bite it off ... no, the very thought of that made her stomach churn with nausea. Yet the alternative, to be whipped again ... what was she to do?

"Hurry up and make a decision, little Miss Kuno. Or I'll find something even worse to do to you."

The young woman thought fast, wondering if there were any other alternatives she might suggest. She thought over her various fantasies involving Ranma. An idea occurred to her, something which might not be too disgusting to bear.

"Your pardon, but you seemed to enjoy the attentions you gave to my breasts. Would you not like to, er, put your manhood between them and ... pleasure yourself?"

Ryoga's eyes widened slightly and his mouth curved up. "Are you saying you'd like a titty fuck?"

Kodachi grimaced but answered, "Yes?"

He grinned openly. "Well, I wouldn't want to disappoint a lady. Or you either." Ryoga untied the rope from the wall, lowering Kodachi's front end. Holding her down with one hand, he undid the straps. When he pulled her to her feet, she made an abortive jerk to get away, but his strength proved more than a match. He yanked her over toward another padded bench, this one more normally horizontal.

With a quick movement, Ryoga unshackled the girl's wrists for a moment, shoved her down onto her back, then refastened the manacles around a bar which rose vertically at one end of the bench. He ignored Kodachi's growl of frustration at her inability to escape. A minute later her ankles were strapped to the legs on either side of the bench near the floor, forcing her knees to remain spread to the full width of the bench.

Leaving his bound victim for a moment, the boy did a little hunting around. He returned shortly with a bottle of oil. Opening this, he poured a healthy dollop directly into her cleavage, making her clench her teeth. She got out the words, "You filthy ..." before he interrupted.

"If you've changed your mind, we could go back to the idea of fucking one of your holes, or whipping you."

Kodachi closed her mouth with an angry gnashing of her teeth. She would simply have to bear the current torment. And make plans for what she would do when she finally gained her freedom.

Ryoga was still standing there looking at her. "You want me to continue?" he finally asked.

Knowing the alternatives, Kodachi snapped, "Yes!"

"Oh." Ryoga made himself look distressed. "Well, if you don't really want to, there are other things we can do."

Kodachi swallowed, and told herself it was time to demonstrate her acting ability. "No, wait. Please, I want you to ... what was the bucolic term you used? Oh yes. Please, ah ... titty fuck me."

Ryoga smiled. "As long as you want it." He climbed up and straddled the teenage girl's chest, sliding his hard on between a pair of tits which were just a tad on the impressive side for a sixteen year old girl - and well beyond the ordinary for one who was active in gymnastics. He pressed her tits tightly around his cock, forcing an anguished grunt from her mouth. Then he started sliding himself back and forth, thoroughly enjoying the combination of the pressure together with the slickness from the oil.

"Oh, that's niiiiice," Ryoga moaned, mashing her tits harder together and pumping a little faster.

Kodachi remained silent, endeavoring to endure this humiliation stoically, and not wishing to risk the pig changing his mind. She grunted as he squeeze even harder, and tried to ignore the dark crown of his cock moving forward and back rapidly below her chin. She was even partially successful, until he gave a final moan and thrust forward one last time to his furthest extent. She was staring transfixed at the opening adorning its tip when a sudden, violent eruption gushed forth.

The girl gave an involuntary cry, closing her eyes in the nick of time, as the hot liquid spattered across her face. She closed her lips tightly against any further sound as some of the vile matter landed inside her mouth, directly on top of her tongue. Another blast painted her cheek and forehead again, then a third landed across her clenched mouth and her nose. Kodachi was forced to snort heavily as some of it even went up inside her nostril. The last of it drizzled across her neck as he finally withdrew, lifting himself from her body. Likely some of it dripped upon her chest as well, but the heavy coating of oil prevented her from feeling anything.

At least she had escaped with her virginity intact, although the price she had paid to do so was more than upsetting. Further, she strongly suspected the horrendous creature would not be foolish enough to release her and risk her certain attack, meaning that she would suffer the further humiliation of being found like this by a servant in the morning. But she knew how to keep the servants quiet, and this boy must certainly die regardless.

Several minutes passed without the sound of the door opening. Experiencing an unfamiliar nervousness, Kodachi forced her eyes open despite the crust drying over the lids. She immediately saw her tormentor standing at her feet, smiling, and slowly stroking his evil staff. Which was not nearly soft enough, and was growing less soft even as she watched.

"You ... you have taken your pleasure of my body," she declared through gritted teeth. Unhappily noticing a tremor in her voice, she sought for her old, comfortable confidence and spat, "Now leave me! And begin counting the days before your demise."

Ryoga shook his head slowly, making Kodachi gulp, wondering if he meant to apply further torture.

"Whipping you with that crop was no more than you deserved for doing the same to me," he told her in a low, husky voice. "But one measly little titty fuck doesn't begin to pay you back for flogging me. That pissed me off really, really bad, and I intend to make you regret that more than you can begin to imagine."

Kodachi tried to tell her stomach to settle down - it felt like something was flying around in there! "What ..." She had to pause to wet her lips. "What do you plan to do to me?" Reminding herself that he should be the one to fear her eventual wrath, she said in as threatening a voice as she could muster, "I will find you when this is over. And any pain you inflict upon me, I will make you suffer a thousand times worse!"

Her temporary facade cracked as he merely chuckled. "Hell, bitch, not even Ranma at his strongest ever put me out of commission for long. What do you think you're going to do to me? And if you try, I promise that you're the one who'll be sorry after. Just like you're gonna be now."

With that he walked away, still stroking himself slowly. Kodachi, unsure how to make him respond the way he was supposed to, remained silent and watched. He hunted through drawers and cabinets, before returning with something hidden in his hand, straps dangling down to either side.

"I'm tired of listening to you talk," Ryoga told her. "I can't keep my prick hard if you keep boring me with your silly threats."

In the instant before he put it in place, Kodachi saw that he held some sort of gag. She tried to twist her head away, but he grabbed her hair painfully and held her in place, forcing a wide ring of plastic between her teeth. The strap was buckled behind her head, holding it in place. Although she was unable to see it, a rubber cap plugged the opening of the ring. Trying to shout imprecations at the cretin, the daughter of the Kuno clan was disgusted to find that only grunts emerged.

"Much better," Ryoga commented. "And now, you little bitch, the time has come." He knelt beside her head. "Like I told you, you haven't got a chance with Ranma. So saving yourself for him is pointless. And I owe you big. And I'm horny."

Kodachi was hoping she misunderstood his intent. He reached out an arm and slid his fingers along her slit. Drawing the hand back, he slid the digits between her tits, getting them oily. Then he pressed the fingers between her spread legs again, forcing the labia to separate, pushing against her clit and then down toward her opening.

Kodachi tried to tell the maniac to stop, but could not. She thought of all the things she could say to convince him to leave her be, if only her mouth was free. But her mouth was not free, and she could say nothing. She tried to squirm away from his touch, but slowly came to realize that this would be indistinguishable to him from squirming under his touch. She tried to think of anything else she could do to seize back control, or at least to escape whatever he intended, but found herself unable to formulate any plan whatsoever.

The smile never leaving his face, Ryoga slowly stood back up, looking into her eyes the entire time. He lowered himself to his knees upon the bench, between Kodachi's open thighs. He reclined his body until he hovered bare centimeters above her own. Kodachi's eyes were open hugely wide, her head shaking back and forth frantically, grunts coming from her mouth despite knowing she could not make the words understood.

Maintaining eye contact throughout, Ryoga reached down between them and took his cock in his hand. He pressed the tip to her cleft, slowly moving it up and down, spreading her petals a little more with each pass. Kodachi was frantic, sweat pouring down off of her forehead, making her tresses cling together.

"No! No!" she grunted uselessly, sounding more like "Nng! Nng!" She went on with the attempt to shout, "You mustn't! That is for Ranma-sama! Do not steal this from me! I beg you! I, Kodachi Kuno, beg! I plead! Do you not understand? I debase myself before you! I will do anything else you ask! Only please spare me this! Please ...!"

Ryoga heard only meaningless noise. The next sound from her throat was an obvious cry of pain, as her cunt was forced open for the first time. It took some effort and a few false starts, but within a couple of minutes Ryoga had buried himself to the hilt inside of her. Then he paused, looked down at her with a smirk, and told her, "Pretty nice, huh? Believe me, you'll like this a lot better than doing it with Ranma."

He might as well have kept silent. Kodachi was nearly catatonic beneath him, unable to believe that someone of her magnificence could have been violated in such a manner. It couldn't be real. It had to be some sort of nightmare. It was impossible that her virginity could have been stolen from her by such a barbarian. All she need do was wait, the nightmare would end, she would awaken, and all would be well.

Curious as to why the girl had stopped moving and shouting, Ryoga watched and waited for some reaction. Getting none, and deciding that by now she must have adjusted to his intrusion, he shrugged mental shoulders and slowly withdrew then pressed forward again. He fucked the gymnast slowly, in long, steady strokes. His upper teeth bit into his lower lip as he fought not to come too soon - this little tart was the tightest girl he had screwed yet.

Of course, he couldn't hold off forever. In fact, he lasted no more than five minutes before he shuddered and blasted her insides with his cum. Kodachi noted it dimly, just one more violation in a dream which could not, must not, have any bearing on reality. She made no further reaction as the boy withdrew from her, nor as she felt the fluids oozing out of her opening. She simply lay there, waiting for sunlight to strike her face and waken her.

Ryoga saw only that the girl had calmed down considerably, assuming that she had finally accepted what was happening. He moved up toward her head and took hold of her ponytail with one hand. Rotating her head to the side, he removed the plug from the gag then pushed his moist prick through the ring and inside her mouth.

Kodachi was in a dreamlike state. She was helpless and had been violated beyond belief, but then, what should one expect of nightmares? There was no use in further struggling. The worst had already happened. From this point forward it was merely a matter of going through the motions, until she could escape to reality. The young gymnast felt the strange stiffness slide over her tongue, then tried not to gag as it intruded still further.

Ryoga was a little disappointed that his once captor and now prisoner only lay there, allowing him to fuck her mouth but otherwise making no contribution to the act. He considered taking steps to force her to suck, but decided against it for the time being. Instead, he simply increased the pace, pushing the head of his cock all the way to the back of her mouth and causing her to gag repeatedly. After several minutes of this he stiffened and flooded her throat with his thick jism, bringing on a much harder gagging fit. Pulling out, the boy stood and watched her gasp, spewing white gobbets which landed on her face and in her hair. Its job done, Ryoga unbuckled and removed the gag, almost laughing at the way her tongue struggled to push leftover spunk out of her mouth.

He thought about leaving at that point, but it was already late and he didn't fancy trying to find his way back to the Tendo home in the dark. He might as well keep this nasty little bitch company through the night, carefully of course, and wait until morning to return. After a bit of hunting, he turned up some shackles intended for the ankles. At that point he released everything but the manacles on the girl's wrists, noting that she still was not bothering to fight, and secured the shackles on her legs before pulling Kodachi to her feet.

"I think we'll be more comfortable in your bed," he told her, then pulled her toward the door of the room.

Kodachi closed her eyes, disgusted at the thought that she would be further molested within her own room. But she was also feeling strangely apathetic, having set herself to endure until it was over, buoyed by the expectation that she would be able to put these unpleasant phantasms behind her once she awoke to the new day. Tugged along, she walked beside her captor as best she could given the chains between her feet.

Ryoga found the bedroom without too much difficulty despite the lack of cooperation from his victim and his own dim recollections from being dragged in the other direction. That the room belonged to the girl he held was made obvious by the large pictures of Ranma adorning the walls. Tossing Kodachi on the bed, he made quick work of tearing all of those posters down, not wishing to have Ranma's face staring at him all through the night. He ignored Kodachi's cries of dismay as this destruction.

"Now, where were we?" Ryoga asked, climbing onto the bed. He slid his hand between the girl's silky thighs, ignoring her shudder as he found and stimulated her clitoris. "I believe I was showing you how much better sex can be with a real man, than with someone like Ranma." Pushing her knees apart, although her ankles could not spread very far, Ryoga climbed between her legs and inserted himself.

Kodachi made no response beyond a forced moan. Ryoga slid himself in and out slowly, pacing himself. He wanted to make this last, since he could sense he was nearing his limit and might not be able to get it back up for a while after the next climax. Making the best of this plan, he forced Kodachi to assume several different positions. At the end he pushed her face into the mattress while her ass was lifted high in the air, and pounded himself into her vigorously while reaching underneath to play with her clit. They both came at the same time, explosively.

Sated, Ryoga nonetheless pushed her down the bed and ordered her to suck on his cock for a bit. It wasn't too hard to force his thick shaft into her mouth, but she proved reluctant to suck at first. Spanking her with a convenient hairbrush didn't change her mind, but some strenuous twisting of her nipples finally produced the desired result. He lay back with a sigh and enjoyed what had to be one of the worst blowjobs he'd ever had.

After several minutes he relented, knowing he wasn't going to come again so soon anyway. Pulling her unresisting body up into his arms, Ryoga covered them both with a sheet and the two teenagers slowly succumbed to sleep. The one drifted off feeling content with how the night had turned out, and looking forward to the next day and returning to his toys. The other drifted off relieved that the nightmare had finally drawn to a close, and looking forward to the next day and the return of a world which made sense.

Note from H. Saotome, 2011-03-27: Sorry to make you wait three months for this, but, oh well. I surprised myself by bringing Kodachi into the story at this point. Originally I was going to have Ryoga end up with Ukyo again that night, but this fits better with Ukyo's grudging agreement, and provides me with some possible clues I might follow up on later.

I'll try not to take so long for the next chapter, but no promises. I won't be too quick, because we're going to be extremely busy at work through the next month, and I still have to attend to my taxes.
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