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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.

Chapter 29

All three of the people remaining in the bathing room stared at the hole in the wall left by Ryoga's exit.

"Did he finally lose his marbles completely?!" exclaimed Ranma. "What in all the hells got into him?"

Akane shrugged. "He sure seemed upset about something. But I can't begin to guess what it was. You said if you lost the whisker you'd go bald, and then he went crazy."

"Perhaps Ryoga has a fear of baldness, similar to Ranma's fear of cats," suggested Kasumi.

Ranma appeared puzzled. "Dunno about that. He didn't seem to have any problem around those Chinese bun-heads." He shrugged, much as Akane had done. "Ah, who cares. Good riddance. Maybe he'll stay away for a few days."

"Now Ranma," scolded Kasumi, "you and Akane both need Ryoga to help with your cures, so be nice." She gave him a critical once over. "At least the paint in your pigtail seems to be gone. I suppose it ended up in the hair on the floor. Speaking of which, I suppose I should collect all of this leftover hair and sell it to a wig maker." Humming a cheerful tune, she proceeded to do exactly that.

"I guess I'd better get the rest of the paint off of me, then get some temporary patches over those holes he left. Akane, you wanna call the contractor and tell him we got another repair job for him?"

"Sure," she agreed. "He's always happy to hear from us. At least this time we ought to be able to make Ryoga pay for it all."

Ranma nodded absently, busily scrubbing paint from his arms. The two girls left the room, the older one carrying a huge mound of hair.

The voice behind her spoke quietly. "Hey, Akane."

She looked up from where she was sitting on the rock beside the pond and gave him a smile. "Hi Ranma. Nice night, huh?"

He turned his eyes to the sky where a few more stars than usual were visible in the Tokyo night. "Okay, I guess. Kind of cold, though."

Akane suppressed a shudder. "There is that. But it's still nice out here. Peaceful. And unusually quiet."

Ranma sat down on the rock beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling his fiancee close for warmth. "It has been a lot quieter around here with our fathers gone. And with the bastard still missing, we could hardly ask for a better New Year's Eve. Matter of fact, that's why I came looking for you. Midnight's not that far off now."

Akane gave another shiver, although this time it wasn't due to the cold. She'd been putting off discussing this all day, which in hindsight was pretty stupid. It certainly wasn't going to be any easier to tell him now. In fact, he was probably going to be all the angrier about finding out at the last minute.

"Um, Ranma. About tonight. Midnight, I mean. Uh ..."

"Yeah, what is it?" he asked, holding her a little more tightly. "There's just you, and me, and we're alone together. Couldn't ask for it to be more perfect. Well, Kasumi's somewhere inside, but you know she won't butt in on us."

Akane cast her eyes down, feeling miserable. "I ... kind of made a promise. To someone. About midnight."

Ranma pulled his arm back slowly, then turned to face her more fully. "What ... kind of promise?" he asked softly. After a few more seconds, he added, "and to who?"

She kept her eyes fixed on the water below. "It was last night, after Hikaru and Ryoga rescued me. From Ukyo. You have to understand, I was terrified that Ukyo was going to go through with her threat. I really think she would have, if the guys hadn't stopped her. On the way home, I ... well, I sort of ... wanted to thank Hikaru. For saving me. To let him know how grateful I was. So I, um, promised him ... something."

Ranma squeezed his eyes shut. "Just spit it out already, would you? What did you promise him?"

Still not facing him, she answered quietly. "That at midnight tonight, I'd have his cock in my mouth. Giving him a blowjob."

After several seconds of receiving no response, she spoke his name, the syllables trembling slightly. "Ranma?"

This was followed by the sound of a deep breath beside her. His voice when it emerged was very tight. "What do you expect me to say?" Several more seconds passed without a sound, but apparently he couldn't bear the silence. "Dammit! It's New Year's Eve! No matter how much those fuckers are controlling the rest of our lives, tonight should've been for us! I ... I thought ... tonight ... you and me ..." He fumbled to a stop, not sure how to end this. He tensed, preparing to jump up and run away.

He barely heard the whisper. "Please don't leave me."

He froze, muscles still tensed for flight. "How can you expect me to stay?"

Her voice was definitely shaking now. "You're the only one I want." Several more seconds passed in which he didn't move. Akane finally turned to face him, unshed tears glimmering in the starlight. "I love you. You, Ranma. Only you. You have to believe that, or," she dropped her eyes again, "or else there's no hope left."

Akane looked up when she felt his fingers on her chin. There was confusion there, and he spoke one word. "Why?"

Her mouth twisted and she shrugged. "I screwed up. I made a promise. Then I remembered what tonight is. But I'd already promised."

Ranma looked away, his expression bleak, but at least he no longer seemed upset with her. He muttered, "I'll bet anything you like that Gosunkugididn't forget what day it was."

"Maybe not," Akane admitted softly, "but I still have a promise to keep." She paused, and then asked, "Will you ... could you keep me company? Please? Until it's time?"

Ranma reached out and took hold of her hand. Squeezing it, he turned his face and gave her a smile. "Yeah. I'll stay. Besides, I got a word or two I want to say to the little freak when he shows up."

"You'll be careful, won't you?" Akane said, with just a touch of worry. "He could always make it worse, you know. Not that I'm too worried, since it's Hikaru, and the other guys aren't around. But still."

Ranma ground his teeth. "I won't say anything that doesn't need to be said."

He left it at that. Putting his arm around her, Ranma pulled Akane close beside him again. They sat that way, quietly, for another half hour. Until their solitude was disturbed by the sound of a quiet footstep crunching in the cold grass behind them. Without looking around, Ranma asked in a deadly calm voice, "Is that you?"

Hikaru answered. "That sorta depends on which `who' you think it is."

"You're the who I mean, fu- ... jerk. The one who made Akane make a promise about tonight."

Hikaru sighed. He walked a little way around the pond to where he could see their faces without being too far away, and sat on a rock of his own. "To be fair, Ranma, I didn't make Akane promise anything. In fact, I think I may've originally told her there was no need to thank me. Or something like that. Anyway, she was the one who insisted that she just had do something for me. And you know damn well I could've asked for a lot more than a measly blowjob."

Ranma growled. "I ain't complaining about the blowjob." His expression changed for a moment, growing confused. "Well, hell, of course I'm gonna complain about you making Akane give you a blowjob. But that ain't the point at the moment." Features turning grim again, he said, "I'm talking about the timing. Picking midnight. Tonight. The new year. You know how special that is. Couldn't you leave us in peace at a time like that? Why've you got to ruin ..."

"Whoa! Slow down, slow down." Hikaru interrupted, putting his hands up. "Do you mean to tell me you actually have a romantic bone in your body after all?"

Ranma glared. Akane pursed her lips and said, "That's not very fair. Ranma is very roman-" She paused, considering, before going on. "Well, maybe not so much. But he has his moments. He can surprise you, every once in a while."

"Just once in a while?" Ranma asked tartly, eyebrows lifted, now looking at the girl beside him.

Ignoring Ranma's response, the other boy chuckled and inquired, "But are his surprises good ones or bad?" He laughed again at the look Ranma shot him and declared, "Sorry. Couldn't resist. So, to get back to the problem, you two were hoping to spend midnight together - actually sharing a kiss? - while I had made plans for Akane to demonstrate her gratitude in a more perverted fashion during the ringing of the bells."

"Look ..." began Ranma, a pleading note just on the edge of audibility.

Hikaru waved him to silence. "Hold your horses. I'm not a complete asshole. I'm willing to make a compromise." He smiled at the look of hope in both their eyes. "I'm willing to let the two of you share midnight with each other. On a couple of conditions."

Ranma looked wary, but Akane was still smiling. She hadn't dared to hope that there would be any way out of the corner into which she had painted herself, and she was prepared to agree to almost anything in exchange for a way out. She hopefully asked, "What are they?"

Hikaru kept his voice pleasant. "First, I still like the idea of you spending midnight with a prick stuffed in your mouth. But if you want to spend that moment with Ranma, you can suck on his instead of mine."

Akane blinked a couple of times, but said, "O-Okay ..." Ranma frowned slightly, but didn't say anything.

"And second, after midnight, after you make Ranma come, you still give me a blowjob."

Ranma opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Akane firmly announced, "Deal."

Ranma turned to her. "You sure? It ain't exactly what I had in mind for us to be doing at midnight. Wouldn't you rather ...?" He shrugged by way of completing the question.

Akane smiled. "Would you rather go back to what I had already promised? If it's a choice between the two, then I'll take this. So what if it's a little weird? I'll still be kissing you. In a sense."

"That's the spirit," Hikaru agreed. "And I'll even try to keep my mouth shut until after you're done. Try to let you forget about act two waiting in the wings, so to speak."

Ranma's frown returned, and he muttered something under his breath. Then he asked, "And just where are we supposed to do this? Kasumi might not think twice about Akane and me sharing a kiss out here by the pond. It'll be a bit different if she sees Akane's head face down in my lap instead."

"Umm ..." Akane pondered. "The same goes for anyplace out in the yard or in the house. Except for our bedrooms, but she'd look at us pretty funny if we invited Hikaru to join us there for midnight. The dojo might do, but ... I'd rather not. That just wouldn't be right."

"I suppose we might try to find a not too terribly public nook in the park, and hope for the best," Hikaru suggested, one corner of his mouth lifting up as he unsuccessfully tried to suppress a grin.

Ranma gave the guy a dirty look. "How about between the dojo and the wall? It's a bit cramped, but Kasumi wouldn't be likely to come looking back there. And whoever isn't occupied could keep an eye out for her."

Akane grimaced. "Like you said, it's a bit cramped. Not romantic at all." She paused, then put a finger to her chin. "You know, you like the roof. How about up there? No one on the ground would see us very easily, and people further off shouldn't see much in the dark."

Her fiance nodded. "If we use the side of the house facing the dojo, we'd be mostly out of sight anyway. And we'd be out under the stars, even if it is a bit cold." He hesitated, then added. "One problem. How's Gosunkugi supposed to get up there? Neither of us has the strength to jump him up there."

Akane shrugged. "So we'll use the ladder. I'm sure Kasumi won't come up to check on us. She'll probably assume Hikaru just stopped by for a moment and left before we climbed up to the roof. That's assuming she's even noticed he's here yet."

"Right." Ranma climbed to his feet. "Then the sooner we get up there, the less chance there is of her coming out here and throwing a wrench in the works. Come on."

He led the other two to the back of the house where, with Hikaru's help, they got the ladder in place. Ranma ignored the ladder and jumped straight up. Akane considered doing the same, but he hadn't been training her in those sorts of jumps very long yet and her control was still a bit uncertain. In the end she decided to use the ladder, climbing up just ahead of Hikaru. About halfway up Akane realized that the boy below her would be able to see straight up her skirt, but then shrugged mentally. After all, the boy in question had done a great deal more in the past than getting a peek at her panties, and for that matter would be doing more than that later tonight. Without meaning to, she subconsciously bent her legs a little further as she climbed, giving him an even better view.

Akane and Hikaru made their way across the roof tiles and joined Ranma, with Hikaru sitting a couple of meters distant from the couple. Akane leaned in and gave Ranma a kiss, which he returned nervously at first, glancing across Akane's shoulder at the other boy. With an effort he made the kiss more passionate. At last Akane leaned back with a smile and asked, "How are we going to do this?"

Ranma looked around. Thankfully the roof was entirely in shadow, with no streetlamps or other lights directly illuminating it. Furthermore, they were blocked from view on two sides, by the peak of the roof and the dojo. That left only a small area to either side where it was even theoretically possible for them to be seen, and it didn't look like anyone had a good line of sight from the ground in either direction. Even the moon was only a thin crescent, so although the stars were bright Ranma was fairly confident they'd pull this off unobserved.

"I guess we oughta be ready," he suggested. "I'm not wearing a watch, but it can't be much longer. Although we better not start too soon, or, um, I might not last." He whispered the last phrase, and shot a glare at Hikaru. But if the other boy had heard, he had suppressed any snicker, and the hand over his mouth allowed one to at least hope he wasn't smiling.

Akane gave Ranma one more kiss, then stretched out below him on the roof.

"Perhaps Akane should undress," Hikaru suggested. "Just to enhance the mood."

Ranma fought the temptation to second this notion. "I don't think my mood needs any enhancing."

Akane bit her lip. Any suggestions from Hikaru had to be considered carefully, since he could easily give orders instead. And might, if they seemed to be ignoring him. Tentatively she offered, "What if I take off my shirt and skirt, but leave my underwear on?"

Hikaru shrugged and replied, "That'll do I guess. As long as the blowjobs are really enthusiastic." Inwardly, however, he couldn't help but smirk. They were less likely to be spotted by someone than he had thought possible for a rooftop, but if by chance they were ... Akane clearly wasn't thinking about it from a potential spectator's viewpoint. As dark as it was up here, if she were completely nude it was highly unlikely anyone would be able to recognize that fact. As Akane slipped her outer clothes off, Hikaru smiled at the sight of her white bra and panties standing out against her skin. Yes, this way any theoretical observer would definitely have a pretty good chance of realizing just what he was seeing.

Akane lay back down on the slope of the roof again, her head near Ranma's lap. She loosened his pants and pulled out his stiff prick, playing with it gently, trying not to overexcite him too soon. Every now and then she would lean forward and lick a drop of moisture from the tip, enjoying the way that Ranma would close his eyes and tense when she did so.

"Perhaps Akane should also play with herself," Hikaru suggested.

"I thought you were going to butt out for a while," Ranma countered while leaning his head back in pleasure.

"Um, actually, it sounds good to me," Akane pointed out huskily. Suiting action to words, her hand slipped down underneath her belly and into her panties. Her ass raised a little higher to accommodate its presence.

A few minutes later the sound of a bell chimed through the air, followed by echoes of others more distant. Akane immediately engulfed Ranma's upright staff in her hot mouth, sucking for all she was worth. Her head bobbed up and down eagerly, as the bells continued to peal clearly in the cold night air. Just as the one hundred eighth bell rang out, Ranma gave a cry and flooded his fiancee's mouth with his hot seed. The sensation sent Akane over the edge as she bucked and trembled under the force of her own orgasm.

Being careful to first drain Ranma dry, the teenage girl flopped over onto her back, releasing his cock from her mouth with a pop. "Whew! That was an interesting New Year's kiss," whispered Akane.

"Um, yeah," agreed a dazed Ranma. "Not at all what I was imagining earlier today, but ... maybe we should consider this the start of a new tradition. For future years."

"Pervert," Akane giggled.

"All right, I admit you bring out the pervert in me," Ranma shot back, a trace of cockiness returning to his voice. "And Mrs. Pot shouldn't go calling Mr. Kettle black."

Akane crawled up and sat herself in Ranma's lap, feeling his mostly limp dick pressed against the crotch of her panties. She gave him a kiss and whispered, "Thanks for wanting to spend New Year's with me."

"Hey, there was never any question on my part," he replied. "You were the one who tried to make other plans. Speaking of which ..." His eyes glanced to the side, where Hikaru was sitting quietly, not even looking in their direction.

Akane, still sitting in Ranma's lap, looked that way as well. "Um, shouldn't you be demanding your turn?" she inquired curiously.

The boy waved a hand nonchalantly in the air. "No rush. I know neither of you would go back on a promise. I can be patient until you get around to me."

"In that case ..." Ranma turned Akane's face back toward him, and began kissing her, trying to hold her lips with his. It wasn't long, though, before she pulled back and gave him a serious look.

"I did make a promise, you know. And I'd just as soon get it over with. After that, I'm all yours." Ranma grumbled a little, but reluctantly released her.

"Any special requests?" Akane asked in passing, as she settled herself below Hikaru on the roof. She struggled to work down the zipper of his pants despite the pressure upon it from the inside.

"Nah," Hikaru told her. "I'm not in a mood to bug Ranma right now. So let's keep it simple."

Akane shrugged but got to work, sliding her lips over the large head and then down the length of the shaft. She massaged the underside with her tongue, and allowed the tip to push in and out of her throat as her mouth moved up and down. She tried to do her best, just as she had with Ranma earlier, employing all of the tricks she had learned over the course of her education in such matters.

Minutes slowly ticked by. Followed by more minutes. At first determined not to watch, Ranma began stealing glimpses, wondering what was taking so long. He hadn't lasted nearly as long himself, but it appeared that Akane was going at it just as hard as she had for himself. More minutes slipped past, and Ranma was now openly watching, frowning, considering whether to interrupt and ask if there was some problem.

In the meantime Hikaru was desperately maintaining his outward calm, forcing his muscles to remain relaxed, while inwardly struggling with all his might not to come. He knew he had already lasted considerably longer than Ranma, but was determined to put on as good a show as possible. His mind called up every anti-erotic image it could conceive, starting with the captain of the sumo club dancing naked through the locker room and progressing to still worse visions. Even so, Akane's skill had grown sufficiently over the past weeks that it was impossible to hold out for much longer.

Akane was growing as puzzled as Ranma, not accustomed to having this take so long. She grew determined, throwing herself into the effort. A thought came to mind, something she had overheard a couple of other girls talking about once. Although Akane had never considered initiating experiments for the purpose of giving pleasure to her tormentors, on this occasion she was set on her goal to such a degree that she never gave the matter a second thought. Taking Hikaru as deep into her throat as she could, Akane started humming.

Hikaru threw his head back and gasped, "Oh shit!" Barely remembering his plans, the boy twisted up onto his knees as fast as possible and struggled to push the still humming Akane off his prick the instant before he erupted. Holding her head back with one hand, he grasped his pole with the other and pumped furiously.

Akane stifled a flash of disappointment as she felt hot cum thoroughly coat her face instead of going straight down her gullet according to her own plan. Keeping her mouth open, she felt globs landing on her tongue and even some shooting directly into her throat. It truly felt as if a couple of minutes passed before the last impact struck her cheek and the hand buried in her hair released its grip.

With just a tiny amount of exasperation tinging her voice, Akane asked, "Any particular reason you decided to make a mess instead of letting me swallow cleanly? I can't risk going inside like this. Kasumi might see me."

"Sorry," Hikaru responded with false sincerity. "I had this sudden vision of watching you wipe your face off with your fingers and lick them clean. And I didn't stop to think it through."

Akane just sighed. However, she didn't have much choice. Even if it wasn't important to keep him happy, there weren't too many other options for how to clean up. Getting down from the roof without removing the evidence was out of the question, due to the chance of running into Kasumi before reaching the washroom. Akane briefly considered wiping herself off with some of her clothes, but again Kasumi might spot the stains on the way into the house. And in any case, as she'd already reminded herself, Hikaru's stated preference had to be taken into account. Raising a hand, she wiped a large smear off her left cheek, then carefully licked it from her fingers.

Both boys watched her at the task, Hikaru openly, and Ranma more covertly. The latter privately admitted to himself that the view was turning him on, and wished that it was his own seed coating her face and gradually disappearing down her throat. He decided to seriously consider maybe asking if Akane would let him come on her face the next time she gave him a blowjob, and then clean herself off the same way afterward. It troubled him just a little that this was the sort of thing the gang might make her do, but then pointed out to himself that from all he'd heard, ordinary couples would sometimes do that sort of thing too.

As Akane got the worst of it off, and ran into difficulty removing the remainder of the stickiness, Hikaru started silently urging Ranma on. Come on, idiot. Do what you have to do.

It took a few more minutes of watching Akane struggle with the residue before Ranma not only realized that she needed help, but managed to work his way past his arousal sufficiently to remember how he had helped before. "Ah, Akane ... would you like ... um, if you want I could, you know, help with that. Like before." He waved his hands in front of himself. "Not like I am now, o'course." The thought of licking up another guy's stuff as a guy nearly made him puke. "I mean, I could change into a girl, you know. And help get the rest of that off."

Akane gave him a smile. "Thanks. I'd appreciate that."

Ranma nodded and jumped over the peak of the roof and down to the ground on the other side. A quick splash from the icy pond in the yard, and a few seconds later she was back on the roof as a girl. Kneeling beside her fiancee, Ranma slowly licked Akane's face.

Hikaru watched silently, allowing only a trace of a grin to curve his lips, as the red-haired girl used her tongue to lap up the shiny traces of his cum. He wondered if she had even given a thought to her audience.

Akane hadn't forgotten his presence. Nor had she forgotten the idea of getting Ranma to think about the possibility of Hikaru as a sexual partner. Nervously but quietly she inquired, "So how does it taste?"

Ranma was surprised by the question, and replied without thinking, "Eh. It's not so bad, I suppose. I wish that Takeo jerk would stop eating whatever the hell it is he likes so much."

The dark-haired girl beside her gave a small smile. "I think it's garlic. I seem to remember hearing that his grandmother was foreign. Italian or something. So ... you'd say this is better than others?"

"Yeah, maybe." Ranma finally remembered who was sitting behind them, watching, and how this situation had come about. "Uh, that is, it ain't ... ah shit, it's just the usual, okay?" She returned to her task with vigor, trying to finish quickly.

Once there were no more traces to be found, even in Akane's hair, Ranma pulled her into a tight hug and simply sat there, holding her. They remained that way for some time, before Ranma remembered their audience again. Wanting to make it clear that she hadn't been enjoying the taste - at all - Ranma turned to confront the boy. Except the roof behind her was empty.

"He left a while ago," Akane told her, having watched over Ranma's shoulder as Hikaru climbed down the ladder. "I guess he just decided to let us have the rest of the night to ourselves."

Ranma sighed. "The rest of the night, huh? I don't think we can spend it up here. You must be getting pretty cold now, 'specially only half dressed like that. I think we oughta be getting back inside. Um ..." Her voice cracked nervously. "With pig boy gone you, uh, think maybe we, you know, could? Spend the rest of the night together, that is?"

Akane patted the top of her red-haired head. "Down, girl. I'd like too, but I'm not ready to try explaining that to Kasumi. My big sister might be oblivious to some things, but there's too big a chance she'll notice if we spend the entire night together. But," she gave her a saucy smile, "why don't we make another trip out to that farm for some training? Before school starts up again?"

The redhead took a deep breath, then nodded. "Yeah. Only this time let's try to avoid any damn leaks. Come on." She climbed to her feet and held out her hand. Pulling Akane up, the two of them walked over to the edge of the roof and, still holding hands, jumped together down to the ground. After putting the ladder away, they headed back inside, and up to their separate beds.

Warmth spread gently across Kodachi's face as she drifted up into wakefulness. The young woman relaxed further as the sunlight pouring in through the east facing window bathed her. Curiously, she felt strangely stiff and sore, and fragments of the dreadful nightmare filtered into her consciousness. She struggled to push them back down into the darkness, having no wish to remember, but they stubbornly refused to yield to her will. Giving up at last, and deciding it would be best to arise and work the kinks out of her muscles, the teenage gymnast attempted to stretch her arms out wide.

This attempt was immediately blocked by the manacles which still bound her wrists.

Kodachi's eyes shot open, all of the memories of the previous night pouring into her head at once. Memories which could not, must not, be real! Except that there was a boy's face directly in front of her own, a face which matched the one in the nightmare, a face whose own eyes were blinking open at her movement.

Kodachi twisted away, a gasp forced from her lips as agony burst out from between her legs. Struggling to arise, defeated by the shackles around her ankles, the young woman realized she could feel crusty residues where her thighs rubbed together. Horrified that reality had confirmed her loss instead of erasing it, she opened her mouth wide and screamed loud and long.

"Crap!" Ryoga sputtered sleepily. Grabbing the girl by the shoulders, he shoved her back down on the bed, covering her mouth with his own. Her further squeals became muffled grunts, and the boy prayed no one had heard the first howl.

The prayer went unanswered as the door flew open, and a maid hurried in. "What's wrong mistress? Do you ...?" Her voice trailed off as she took in the tableau on the bed. The mistress of the household, nude, shackled, squirming, a strange young man, equally nude, pressing a kiss upon her quite forcefully.

Aw, hell, thought Ryoga as he tensed, preparing to leap over the intruder and run for freedom, figuring he'd have to make his way through the streets naked.

The woman backed toward the door, bowing nervously as she went. "I ... I beg your pardon, mistress. I had no idea you were ... um, playing with a ... guest. I promise, I saw nothing." In a flash she was out the door, almost slamming it behind her.

Ryoga burst out laughing, but quickly choked it down to a few trailing chuckles. As Kodachi drew breath to scream again, he clamped a hand around her throat and squeezed. "Now, no more of that. Be a good girl, or I won't let you breathe."

Kodachi glared at him with murder in her eyes. After a minute, however, the killing intent faded with fear taking its place, as he refused to loosen his grip. When her lungs began to scream and her vision darkened, she managed to nod slightly. The hand relaxed instantly, and she sucked in heaving gasps of air.

"Now have you learned your lesson?" Ryoga asked curiously. "Or do you plan to go on being stupid?"

"I ... will not scream," she said weakly, closing her eyes. She went on in a broken voice, "It hardly matters. You have already shattered my precious gift, the one meant for Ranma-sama. Nothing can bring that back."

"I see," said Ryoga. "You plan to go on being stupid in a different way. I already told you - Ranma is going to marry Akane. They've already made plans for it. There are reasons they have to wait a little while yet," he gave a nasty chuckle. "But after that they're gonna tie the knot. You never had a chance, and you might as well accept it."

Kodachi turned her head to the side, away from him. "A monster like you could never understand the nature of true love. But once Ranma-sama learns what you have done, he will utterly destroy you."

Ryoga laughed. "Now that's the stupidest thing you've said yet. Ranma won't do one damn thing to me. And you're an idiot to waste your time on him, when there are so many other, better guys around. Real guys. Like me, for instance." He reached down and stroked a finger along her slit.

The young gymnast clenched her muscular thighs tightly together. "No!" she begged. "No more! Please!"

"Sorry," Ryoga told her, not sounding sorry at all. "But after last night you lost all right to say `no.' So you might as well give in." He turned half over her, forcing his knee between her legs, giving his fingers sufficient room to maneuver.

Kodachi shook her head. "Please. Not again. It ... hurts."

Ryoga paused. While he was still angry with the bitch for torturing him last night, he decided to take a different approach. He hesitated for a moment to consider the best choice for which to do first, then told her, "If you don't want me to fuck you, then use your mouth. But I'm warning you, if you try to bite, then I will screw your cunt. Or maybe even your ass. Understand?"

Kodachi allowed her features to screw up in disgust, not really caring what he thought of her reaction. On the other hand, she felt strangely ... helpless. She obviously could not get away, and doubted her chances of summoning help. She also believed his threat, and feared it. He had already used her mouth during the night of torment and, although nauseating, she figured that she could bear it, while she wasn't at all sure she could bear being ripped open down there again. Reluctantly, the girl nodded her willingness.

"All right," he proclaimed. "Then we'll do it like this." He lifted her effortlessly, startling a small shriek from her. Depositing the teenage girl on her knees beside the bed, he sat on the edge himself and allowed his legs to fall apart. His long manhood hung down between them, partially stiff and showing traces of the previous evening's activities.

After a minute he growled, "Well? Whatcha waiting for?"

Telling herself again that she had no choice, Kodachi leaned forward with her hands trapped behind her back, and managed to capture the head of his prick with her mouth. Fighting down the temptation to bite, she sucked about half the length in past her lips. Unable to manage more on her own without gagging, the young woman tried to think what to do next. She had never paid any attention to the gossip of other girls, and only had a vague idea of how to proceed. Nor was last night's rape of her mouth a very useful guide.

Muttering in exasperation, Ryoga reached behind her and grabbed the girl's ponytail right behind the ribbon which bound it. He used this grip to push her head up and down on his cock, which gradually hardened. He snarled helpfully, "Use your lips and tongue to apply pressure. And keep your fucking teeth out of the way."

Once again resisting the urge to use her teeth in the opposite manner, Kodachi tried her best to obey this suggestion. It seemed to work, as the organ in her mouth quickly stiffened into a solid pole. She struggled not to choke as the bulbous head plugged the entrance to her throat each time her head was pressed down upon it.

She did her best to ignore the taste, and in fact did little more than to keep up the pressure with her tongue as the creature molesting her pumped her mouth up and down upon his cock. It seemed to go on endlessly, but was probably no more than a few minutes before it seemed to grow even larger within her mouth. Then warm goo was flooding into her throat and she was coughing, trying to clear her airway and swallow the gunk down the correct opening.

When her mouth was pulled off with a pop, she coughed a couple of more times, then choked out the condemnation, "Brute."

Ryoga chuckled. "Sticks and stones," he remarked, confusing her.

Then Ryoga lifted her up and tossed her back onto the bed, startling a yelp from her. As he loomed above her, she looked up in fear, protesting, "But you said ..."

"Just shut up," he demanded, cutting her off. Tugging her knees apart, he dropped the front part of his body between her legs, holding himself above the ankle shackles with his elbows. He placed his mouth against her folds.

"Wh-Wh-aaaaaah!" exclaimed a startled Kodachi as the boy's tongue gently licked along the length of her slit, pausing briefly over her clitoris. As it began its journey in the other direction, she sucked in a hissing moan. As his tongue came back up and flicked across her clit she slammed her crotch into his face, an action she immediately regretted since it reminded her of her soreness.

After calling her a silly bitch in his mind, Ryoga went back to work, trying to stimulate her while avoiding the more tender and presumably painful area around her opening. He was determined to force the girl to feel pleasure, whether she wanted to or not. It was tricky work, but he felt confident he could pull it off.

Kodachi squeezed her eyes shut, breathing hard. She didn't want to feel good right now. She especially did not want to feel good because of this vermin. But damn was it starting to feel good. She squeezed her thighs helplessly against his ears and moaned.

She told herself sternly to ignore the sensations, but found she could not do so. A shudder passed over her body, followed by another uncontrollable moan. She gasped out, "St-Stop that! I do not want this!"

Ryoga paused longed enough to mutter, "Too bad, 'cause you're gonna get it." Then his tongue dove back in, making the girl tremble and whimper.

Her back arched off the bed, then higher, and a little higher yet, as her mind crept slowly toward an explosion. "No!" she protested, both to the young man between her legs and to her own inability to withstand the oncoming climax. "I do not wish ... to share this ... with you ... you f-filthy ...pig!"

Ryoga drew his head back, an evil glint in his eye. "Oh, now you've done it," he said. He continued to stare at her, and a panting Kodachi realized she was calming down, that he was not forcing her to have an orgasm after all. Although grimly pleased that this latest indignity had been avoided, his change of mind left her very confused.

Then Ryoga gave her a malevolent grin, and lowered his mouth to her pussy once again. "No-ahhhhh!" she groaned, as he quickly began working her right back up to that peak. Damning him for giving her a moment of hope and then snatching it away, Kodachi knew that she was about to tumble over the edge into bliss.

And then the bastard stopped again.

A third and then a fourth time he brought her right to the brink of orgasm only to stop seconds before she came. The poor girl was crying tears of frustration, doing her best to kick her bound feet against his rock hard belly. She barely managed to retain enough presence of mind not to beg him to make her come, and tried not to acknowledge to herself just how close a thing that was.

The fifth time she was gritting her teeth against the loud, continuous moans she could not prevent. The moment arrived when she knew he would stop again, and his tongue drew back. Kodachi screamed, cursing him. Then his lips closed on her clit and he sucked, seeming to lift her entire body off of the bed as her mind shattered completely. She heard a voice screaming in pleasure instead of frustration, wondering why it was trailing off into silence.

When the darkness lifted and she blinked open her eyes, Kodachi saw a grinning Ryoga sitting above her, twirling a couple of keys around his fingers. She closed her eyes on the sight and clenched her teeth. Hissing, she whispered, "I hate you. There is no word to describe how low a creature you are."

"Yeah, yeah. That's why you were coming so hard. Listen, while I was sitting here waiting for you to wake up - you interested in knowing how long you were out? - I got to thinking. You said Ranma's gonna kill me for what I've done, right? Well, as a matter of fact, I'm planning to head over there now. If you're so sure of that, then wouldn't that be a better revenge than anything else you might have planned? Come on, prove to me how much your `Ranma-sama' cares about you! Let's get dressed and head over there together, and see what he has to say. I'm betting he won't care what I did to you."

Kodachi's eyes opened again, filled with hate. "You are wrong," she replied coldly. "He will tear you limb from limb. When he is done there won't be anything left which is large enough for the carrion to eat."

Ryoga sneered. "Like I said, prove it. Now, I think you got a brother, don't you? His room around here?"

Kodachi's features twisted in baffled disdain. "What are you babbling about? Yes, Tacchi's room is four doors down the hall. But he is not here right now. He has been gone for several weeks."

Ryoga stood up. "I'm not interested in your brother, you silly ditz. Just his clothes. You turned mine into rags, remember?" He tossed the keys onto the bed. "I figure you're limber enough to get yourself unlocked. I'll be waiting outside your door when you've finished dressing. Like I said, we'll head over to the Tendo house together."

"I have no wish to go anywhere in your company," she told him bluntly.

Ryoga snorted. "Fine, whatever. I'll escort you out of the house, just to make sure you don't try to say something stupid to that maid or anyone else. After that we can walk on opposite sides of the street. Come to think of it, I ain't particularly interested in letting people think I'd want to keep company with a whacko like you." With that he turned and left the room, shutting the door softly behind himself.

"That ... that ... that ... ignorant ... barbarian ... rapist ... pig" growled Kodachi. She flopped around, managing to snag the keys with her fingers. It took a couple of minutes of frustrating effort, in which she got the wrong key on the first try, before her hands were free for the first time since the night before. Seconds later her feet were free as well.

She almost marched straight down the hall, still nude, to attack the bastard. Yet she paused as she remembered the monstrous strength he had demonstrated. Her chances of victory were slim unless she used some of her tools, but he was bound to be wary, and one mistake would leave her at his mercy again. The thought made her tremble. Ranma, however, could easily defeat even a monster such as this, and indeed it would be a satisfying thing to watch after the awful things the foul creature had said. Yes, on the whole the best plan would be to do exactly as the fool wished. The last laugh would be on him.

Several minutes later Kodachi, now wearing a dress over her trademark leotard, stepped warily out of her room. She instinctively drew away from the boy standing to one side of her door, but he was having none of that. Ryoga grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her down the hall.

Silence hung between them until they exited the front door of the house. At last, overcome by curiosity, Kodachi asked, "Why those clothes? Surely you could find something more suitable."

Ryoga glanced down at what he presumed to be the Furinkan High School uniform. The legs were a little long and he had rolled the ends into cuffs, but otherwise it wasn't a bad fit. "Eh. I didn't really care. It was the first thing I saw, so I took it. It only needs to last until I can get my hands on my own stuff."

No more words were exchanged, and after walking through the front gate they did indeed separate, keeping to opposite sides of the street. However, Ryoga made sure to pace the girl, not wanting her to get out of his sight. Besides, although she didn't know it, she was acting as his guide until they reached more familiar parts of Nerima, his wild run the night before having left him unsure of the exact direction in which the Tendo neighborhood lay.

When the compound came in sight, Kodachi took off running, obviously eager to find Ranma and demand he avenge her. Ryoga frowned and started running as well, but he was on the wrong side of the road and the girl already had a head start on him. Leaping over the gate, he saw her pause in front of the house, then take off running around the side. Figuring she had heard something, presumably Ranma's voice, Ryoga gave chase. He pulled up short, however, on seeing her standing in front of the dojo, staring with wide eyes at something in front of her. Guessing what sort of thing it might be, he sidled up quietly behind her, careful not to betray his presence.

Inside the dojo Ranma was sitting on the floor, back against the wall. Akane was also sitting on the floor, between his legs, leaning against his chest. Her head was resting on his shoulder, tilted slightly upward to look at him. Both were wearing gis, and were sweaty, as if they'd been working out. Ryoga thought the image to be sickeningly adorable, and longed to do something perverted to trample upon the mood, but at the same time realized he couldn't have asked for anything better to make the right impression on the bitch in front of him.

Akane pushed her face upward a little, and pecked Ranma lightly on the tip of his nose. "Mmm. I really enjoyed last night. The two of us, I mean. With each other."

"It certainly was a nice, ah, kiss," Ranma admitted. "In fact, just to repeat what I said last night, I think we should make it the start of a New Year's tradition."

Akane giggled. "And like I said last night, you're a pervert. But I suppose I wouldn't mind. I think I like being a pervert with you. In fact, I have to confess I really enjoyed kissing you like that."

"And I really liked feeling your lips kissing me like that," he replied in kind. "And I'm looking forward to doing it a lot more often, that and a whole lot more, as soon as we can get married."

They were interrupted by a scream of "No!" Spinning quickly the pair saw Kodachi Kuno kneeling in the doorway, staring at them aghast. "You ... you are meant to marry me. Me! The fates declared it!"

Ranma frowned unhappily. Climbing to his feet, he walked over toward the girl slowly. He noticed Ryoga hanging in the background, wondering why the bastard had to return so quickly, and at this particular moment, but shoved the thought aside. The young man stopped in front of the clearly distraught girl, going down on one knee so as to look her in the eyes.

"I've tried to make it clear, Kodachi, I ain't interested in you that way. I've finally admitted that I'm in love with Akane. I guess you heard what we were saying. I didn't mean for you to hear it like that, but, yeah ... Akane and I are gonna get married."

Her face twisted. "But you were meant to marry me!" she informed him with conviction, as if the force of her words could break through the nonsense he was spouting.

Ranma sighed. "No. That was just some ... fantasy of yours. I'm gonna marry Akane. And nothing you say is gonna change that."

Kodachi bared her teeth menacingly. "So you would just toss me aside? Throw me to the mercy of beasts such as that?" She pointed behind herself, causing Ranma to lift startled eyes to stare at Ryoga. "I know that you care for me. That I mean something to you. Now prove it. Prove it! Destroy this monster who stole my innocence!"

Ranma's face darkened with fury. "Ryoga! You didn't?! You son of a bitch!" He staggered to his feet, fists clenching, trying to think of how to safely get through the other boy's guard to hit the necessary pressure points. A tiny voice in the back of his head clamored that he didn't dare anger Ryoga, that he would lose everything.

Ryoga brought his hands up defensively in case Ranma lost it and attacked. "Whoa there, lover boy. I know you got no reason to like me right now, and I'm fine with that. But don't you think you ought to hear my side of it?"

Kodachi turned her head to smirk at Ryoga while Ranma roared, "And what the hell could you possibly say to excuse what you did?" Even while yelling, Ranma was asking himself exactly why he was so angry, after the things he'd already let Ryoga get away with. Then he realized the answer. He had believed the asshole when he'd said that he was only doing this out of revenge on himself and Akane, that he'd torment them for a couple of months and then leave. But now that was revealed to be a lie, he'd attacked someone else, and if that were the case, who knew how much farther he might go. How many other lives he might ruin.

Ryoga tilted his head to the side, smirking as broadly as Kodachi. "What I've got to say is - this little bitch is the one who started it. She paralyzed me, dragged me into a dungeon, chained me to a wall, flogged me. Want to see the marks on my back? When I finally broke free, I was too angry to think. Couldn't stop myself. She's just crying to you 'cause she's unhappy our roles got reversed. Did I mention the stuff she poured on my dick, that made it burn worse than if she'd held a flame to it?"

Ranma stopped as if he'd been dropped in cold water. He remembered how Kodachi had once used paralysis powder on himself. He remembered some of the other things she'd done, like zapping Akane with so much electricity, while stuck in a trap once, that she'd knocked her unconscious. He slowly turned to face Kodachi, whose smirk was faltering. "Did you really ... do all that?" he asked hoarsely.

Kodachi's lips pulled back from her teeth. "That doesn't matter! This creature assaulted me, used my body for his own base pleasure! He took from me that which you and I were meant to share! I demand that you slay him! Rend him! Destroy him!"

Ranma turned slowly back toward Ryoga, looking him over. What the other boy had done was still wrong, even as an act of revenge. But other considerations were finally managing to pierce through and gain his attention. If he attacked Ryoga his cure, and Akane's, would probably be lost forever. Maybe he could make that sacrifice for himself, but was he to choose Akane's continued, permanent suffering at the hands of perverts over failure to avenge Kodachi's single night of torment? A night Kodachi had arguably brought on herself, even if that fucker Ryoga had gone too far? And if you really came down to it, Kodachi was a bigger martial arts threat to someone than he was capable of being himself at the moment. Ranma was guiltily aware that his personal biases were influencing his decision - he loved Akane and didn't even like Kodachi - but he just couldn't bring himself to make any other decision than the one he knew he had already made.

Turning back toward the girl kneeling behind him, Ranma closed his eyes and quietly told her, "I'm sorry. But if you want vengeance for what he did, you're going to have to take it yourself."

There was a shriek, and a slap cracked across his face, throwing him into the wall. "You ... you ... filthy ... man!" Kodachi hissed. "I was prepared to give you everything! And this is how you repay me! You are no better than the one who attacked me! You want the Tendo slut? Fine! Because I no longer want your filthy hands anywhere near me!"

Ranma opened his eyes wearily, just in time to see the girl spin toward Ryoga. "And you! You were right about him! So be it! But you will rue this day! On that you have the word of the Black Rose, Kodachi Kuno!"

Everyone blinked. Kodachi had disappeared. In her place was a cloud of rose petals, all black, settling slowly to the ground.

Ranma felt Akane's arms wrap around him from behind. Her whisper reached his ears alone. "You're not to blame. Ryoga is the one at fault here. Well, Ryoga and Kodachi both, from what he said, though more Ryoga than her. But Kodachi is better able to fight her own battles than either of us right now. I'm surprised she even tried to push it off onto you."

There were several things Ranma wanted to say in reply to that, but he couldn't push them out of his throat. He just relaxed into Akane's arms, taking what comfort he could from her embrace.

Ryoga sneered at the couple, and turned to leave. "I'm heading inside to take a bath," he announced. "We'll have one of our special training sessions after lunch. So be ready."

After lunch, Ranma took the simple expedient of walking outside to the koi pond for some water cold enough to transform him into a girl. Going back inside, he trudged up the steps with Akane, and knocked on the door of the guest room Ryoga was using. It opened to admit the pair, then shut behind them.

"Hello again," Ryoga said heartily. "Were you surprised to see me back so soon after I ran off yesterday?"

"Disappointed is more like it," Ranma snapped. "What the hell was that business yesterday, anyway? You ran off screaming like a girl. By the way, we're expecting you to pay to repair the hole you made."

Ryoga waved all this away. "I saw a ghost. And of course I'll pay. Now what do you say we get down to business?"

"So what sick ideas do you have in mind today?" Akane asked. She sounded exhausted.

Ryoga raised an eyebrow. "What's up with you? Stay up too late kissing your girlfriend last night?" He jerked his head toward the red-haired girl. "I heard you out in the dojo, gushing about it. With all the things you've done, it's funny you can still get so worked up over a kiss."

Ranma managed to catch herself just before blurting out that it wasn't just a kiss.

"In any case," Ryoga went on, "I want to remind both of you that you're my pets first. Try to save all that mushy shit between you until this coming spring, after I've left. 'Cause otherwise you make me want to remind you of just who those cunts belong to."

"Dammit!" Ranma was scowling. "You weren't even here. And it was New Year's!" Akane laid a hand on her arm, calming her.

"Take your girlfriend's advice and watch your mouth," Ryoga told her without heat. "At the moment I just want to make a point. Don't piss me off as well."

Neither of the other two said anything, and Ryoga nodded. "Better. Okay, both of you get naked."

The two girls mechanically stripped off all of their clothing, saying nothing.

"Now, Ranma," Ryoga inquired, twisting his hand in Akane's hair and turning her to face the redhead. "Which of her holes do you want me to shove my dick into?"

Ranma's lip curled up. "None of them, jerkwad."

Ryoga sighed. "One of these days, for Akane's sake, you'd better learn to control that mouth of yours." Slamming the dark-haired girl face down on the futon, Ryoga proceeded to slap her ass with the palm of his hand, very hard. And for a very long time. Neither Ranma's tugging at that hand, nor pleading with him to stop, accomplished anything.

When Ryoga finally chose on his own to stop, Akane's bottom was very red, and the futon under her face was soaked with tears, mucus and saliva. While she bawled uncontrollably, Ryoga told Ranma, "Get her face cleaned up. Then answer my question properly."

Once Akane was made more presentable and had slowed down to sniffles, Ranma turned wearily toward the boy. Choosing her words carefully, she said, "I'd like you to shove your dick into her mouth."

"Sounds good." He walked over to Akane and pulled her up onto her knees. Then he really did shove his prick between her lips, forcing the head into her throat.

Akane jerked backward, pulling her mouth off of him. "Hey! Take it easy!" she complained.

"Not this time," he replied. Grabbing her by the hair on top of her head, he pulled her back onto his cock. Then he began fucking her face, making her rock with the force of it. "Hey, Ranma-chan. Get over here and help hold your girlfriend's head in place while I fuck her mouth."

Ranma grumbled, but didn't want to risk having Ryoga hurt her any worse. He knelt behind Akane and placed his hands on either side of her head at the back. Then he tried to hold her in place while the bastard roughly fucked her mouth. Of course, thanks to his weakness it wasn't much more than a token gesture, and Akane was still jerked back and forth as the thick cock rammed into her.

Luckily Ryoga didn't last more than a couple of minutes. He slammed forward one last time and shot a single jet of sperm straight down her throat. Then he yanked himself out with a sucking sound and fisted his hard rod, painting Akane's face thoroughly with several more blasts of cum.

"Jeez, have you gotta be so rough?" Ranma pled, as Akane coughed and dragged in several raspy breaths.

"It's up to me how rough or gentle I want to be with my toys," Ryoga informed them. "She'll survive. You oughta start worrying about your own turn."

Despite the tough words, Ryoga went and sat on the window sill, giving Akane time to recover before giving either of them any further orders. At last Akane looked up and suggested, "Do you mind if I clean up?" she glanced toward a box of tissues.

"Yeah, actually, I do mind," Ryoga told her. He stood up from his perch and walked over to his closet. Opening the door, he pulled out a coat which Akane immediately recognized as her own. He tossed it in her direction, and she caught it automatically.

"Put that on," Ryoga commanded. "I grabbed it from your room earlier. It ought to hide all of the important bits."

Growing increasingly worried, Akane slipped her arms into the sleeves and pulled up the zipper in front. The bottom of the coat came down barely far enough, covering less than half the distance from her crotch to her knees. It was obvious he was taking her outside, the question was where and around how many people. And why hadn't he given Ranma a coat?

"Okay, here's your instructions for the rest of the afternoon," the boy explained. "While I'm busy playing with Ranma back here, you're to go get some more cum. I don't care who you get it from. But when you come back here, I want you to have more cum on your face than there is right now, and I'm gonna check that you have it leaking out of both your cunt and ass as well. Oh, and it's all gotta come from different guys. For each hole that is. I'll ask you for their names, and I'll check with 'em later."

Akane stared at him. Finally she asked, "Do you expect me to call them first, to make sure they'll be home?"

"Hell no," Ryoga told her with a grin. "No telephoning. I'll ask 'em about that, too. I want you to wander around, looking for guys who are home. And try to convince 'em to use one of the holes that ain't been used yet. And keep going until you've collected all three."

Ranma muttered `asshole' inside her head, but was careful not to let it pass her lips. She was afraid that Ryoga might add even worse conditions if she allowed any sign of disapproval to show. Unbeknownst to her, Akane was doing much the same.

"Well?" Ryoga pointed out, "You better get going if you want to make sure you're back before suppertime. No telling how far you'll have to walk before you find enough guys home on New Year's Day. Unless you want to start asking strangers to fuck you, instead of the guys who already know what a slut you are."

Akane breathed in once, deeply, clearly suppressing some comeback. "I'm going," she told him. To Ranma she said, "I'll be back as soon as I can. See you." With that she walked out the door, went down the stairs, listened carefully until she placed Kasumi in the laundry room, and slipped out the front door.

Holding the coat down forcefully with her hands in the pockets, Akane thought carefully about her next move. I'll try Hikaru first. If he's home, I'll call Hiroshi and Daisuke from there. None of them will tell Ryoga I called them. If any of them aren't available, well, I guess I move on to the shitholes. Takeo, no Katsuo first, he'll be closer. Then Kaori or Raiden. Save Tanjiro and Michio as the last possible choices. Thankfully they live the farthest away. Okay. Face down to keep people from seeing the mess Ryoga left, and walk fast.

"All right, Ranma-chan, your turn," Ryoga said with a grin. "Get your face down on the futon and present your ass for a reaming."

"Dammit," Ranma replied hopelessly. "Can't you send me out with Akane instead? I hate her being alone out there. Aren't you worried something might happen to her?"

"As if she'd be any safer with a weakling like you along," Ryoga snorted. "She'll be okay. One way or another. Now get in position, unless you want me to make this worse. And you know damn well I can make it worse."

Ranma grumbled, but adopted the pose she'd been told. "You just love humiliating me, don't you?"

"Yep," was the simple response. Ryoga knelt behind the girl and used two fingers to push lube up her ass, making her grunt uncomfortably. Once he was sure there was enough to guarantee his own pleasure, he put the tube away and cleaned his fingers. Then he knelt behind Ranma again.

"Ready?" Ryoga inquired, and ignored the mumbled grunt he got as an answer. "On three then. One ..." He shoved forward, impaling Ranma with half his length in one thrust. The pigtailed girl's head shot up and she howled.

"That one's bound to get you a look of pity from Kasumi later on for the rigorous techniques I'm putting you through," chortled the boy as he continued pumping. With each thrust he buried a little more of his member inside her heart shaped ass. "Let's see if we can't make you give some more moans loud enough for her to wring her hands over." Having seated himself in her bottom fully, Ryoga pulled most of the way back, and then forced himself in all the way to the balls again. Ranma bit back a howl.

As Ryoga continued to fuck her ass hard, a variety of moans and groans were helplessly torn from Ranma's throat. Trying to reason with the bastard, she complained, "If you keep ... forcing me to make ... so much noise ... Kasumi might decide to peek in ... after all. Then ... what will you do?"

Ryoga gave an especially hard push, making Ranma yelp. "Won't happen. Kasumi's a bit ... not all there at times, but she's still a lot smarter than her dad or yours. She knows that there will be a lot of strange sounds. And she knows that interrupting could ruin your cure. And her sister's cure. So no matter how curious she gets, the one thing she won't do is interrupt. So let's just go on seeing how curious we can make her."

With that Ryoga grabbed hold of Ranma's pigtail, and pulled on it to help shove his cock up her butt even harder.

"Fucker!" Ranma grunted. "Be careful! You nearly tore my hair out!"

Ryoga gave a twisted smile. "So what?" He flicked the string at the end of the pigtail. "Just take this so-called dragon's whisker off when you change back into a guy, and you'll grow all the hair back." Taking hold of the string, he tugged on it lightly.

"D-Don't play with that, dammit! I need that! You can't be such a goddamned asshole you'd make me go bald!"

Ryoga snorted. "I ain't interested in making you bald. You're ugly enough as a guy the way you are. Of course, come to think of it, there's no reason you'd have to go bald." He laughed at the thought. "If you did lose this little string, all you'd have to do is stay a girl, right? That way you wouldn't lose any hair at all."

Ranma grunted as her ass was plowed again. Then she hissed, "Don't even joke about that, motherfucker! I'm a guy, and I need that dragon's whisker!"

Ryoga pulled on her pigtail again, fucking her ass harder. The idea of Ranma forced to stay a girl in order to keep from going bald was amusing him, but was also rather arousing. As he fantasized about it, Ryoga also realized that it was a surefire way to keep Ranma's dick away from Akane. There wouldn't be any need to use threats to try to keep him out of her holes. He found himself chuckling evilly at the thought.

Ranma felt Ryoga playing with her pigtail, and it suddenly dawned on her that he was unbraiding it. "What are you doing?! No!" She tried to buck him off, uselessly.

"Relax," Ryoga told her calmly. "You're a girl right now, so there's no danger, right? I want to see what you look like with your hair loose." He finished unbraiding it, then took two handfuls and used them to pump her ass hard.

"No, you asshole," Ranma groaned. "Put it back. Please." To her dismay, she realized that tears were leaking from her eyes.

"In one word - no. Now shut up while I fill you up."

Ryoga started fucking Ranma's ass as hard as he could, pulling painfully at her locks of red hair. The battering was too intense for Ranma to form words, all she could do was grunt and endure it. She was even getting close to having an orgasm of her own. A few minutes passed, and then Ryoga gave a howl of his own, and emptied his balls into her rear passage.

When Ryoga finally pulled out, Ranma collapsed to the side, panting and sore. "Give it back. Please," she begged.

Ryoga stared at the string between his fingers. "Without this you can't change back into a guy, can you? Or I guess the real truth is you don't dare. Huh." He looked down at the girl and narrowed his eyes. "Are you crying? Ranma Saotome?"

Ranma wiped the back of her hand across her eyes. "No," she lied. "Just ... please give it back. Don't ... do this."

The boy twirled the string between thumb and forefinger. "In the dojo this morning, you and Akane were talking about kissing last night. And I'm pretty sure the two of you've done more than that. Which I ain't too happy about. You can do all you want of that after I've gone. For now you both belong to me. I don't want her enjoying your pathetic dick right now."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Ranma demanded, glaring through glistening eyelashes.

Ryoga almost answered, but stopped at the thought of how Ranma might react. It would be a stupid reaction if she tried to attack, but then again she might not think about it too clearly until too late. Deciding to play it safe, he struck first.

Not expecting an attack at that moment, Ranma was caught by surprise. Before she realized what was happening, she was securely trussed, her hands bound behind her back with a bandanna, her ankles similarly tied together, and a further bandanna tied around her mouth as a gag. She stared up at the boy above her in shock.

"What I'm talking about," Ryoga explained carefully, finally answering Ranma's question, "is that the easiest way to make sure you keep your dick out of Akane is to keep you a girl. And this little string means that I can make you do that. Now you just be a good little girl and wait right here till I get back. I'm gonna go put this whisker of yours in the same safe place I have that piece of paper. And you'll get it back at the same time."

Ranma started grunting madly, heaving her body around, trying to trip Ryoga. But the boy nimbly leapt over her and vanished through the door. Ranma stared after him, unable to believe this was happening. She had to stop the bastard! Somehow. But how? She pulled at her bonds in vain. The only way would be to get Kasumi's attention. But how was she supposed to explain being naked and tied up in Ryoga's room? Not to mention the fact that she could feel semen leaking out her ass to puddle on the tatami mat beneath her.

Ranma dithered. Should she or shouldn't she? Then she let her head fall back, more tears leaking out, as she realized it was already too late. Even if she could get Kasumi's attention, by the time the older girl could untie her, even assuming she did so immediately without wasting time on useless questions, Ryoga would be long gone. Hell, he was already long gone. She could hardly give chase when she had no idea what direction to chase in.

Ranma curled herself into a ball, wondering what further indignities the universe planned to inflict on her before all of this was over.

Ryoga returned an hour later, which gave Ranma a minor clue as to how far away his "safe location" might be. Unfortunately, since Ryoga didn't seem to get lost any more, and given how fast he could move, an hour's radius included a distressingly large chunk of Tokyo, not to mention a number of towns north and west. Ryoga's home was easily within that area, and Ranma decided it couldn't hurt to sneak over there some day and investigate, but he didn't really hold much hope for the pig fucker to be that stupid.

The boy squatted beside the girl and gave her a serious look. Some inner core of rationality warned him not to grin, or chuckle, or otherwise make light of this. "Okay, it's put away safe like I said. And you've got my word of honor as a martial artist, for whatever you might think that's worth, that you'll get it back at the same time you get back that fragment of paper from the moxibustion chart. And you will get them back. But for now, you're gonna have to do your best to stay a girl. If you want to keep your hair, that is."

He stared down at Ranma, but didn't seem to get any reaction. Deciding to give her a treat, as some sort of trade off for what he'd just done, Ryoga first untied her feet and removed the gag. Leaving her arms bound in case she tried to do anything stupid with pressure points, he pulled Ranma's legs apart and dropped his head between them. He smiled at the surprised gasp and went to work with his tongue.

Ranma tried not to give in to the bastard's ministrations, but as usual this proved to be hopeless. It wasn't long before she was panting and squirming, arching her back and shoving her pussy into his face. She started moaning, and those moans soon rose to a crescendo. A loud, "Oh ... oh ... oohhhh ... Gaaaawwd!" signaled the moment of her climax.

As she lay there listlessly in the afterglow, Ryoga rolled her to the side and pulled away the knots around her wrists. Releasing her, he darted quickly to the other side of the room, where he waited to see what she would do.

Ranma sat up slowly. The creep was out of reach, and all the old arguments against attacking him came back to mind. She'd be risking not only her own cure, but Akane's as well. Assuming she could overpower the bastard, which wasn't very likely. And she really did believe that Ryoga meant it when he said that he'd set them free, in a couple of months.

At which time, Ranma promised herself, she would spend however long it took to hunt the asshole rapist down. And spend at least a couple of months paying him back for every single wrong he'd done to them, before finally putting him out of his misery.

But that was then, and this was now. For now, she had no choice but to swallow this. To go on. To survive, somehow, until they were cured. To lull the pig boy into thinking he had a chance to continue living after this was all over.

"You're really gonna make me stay a girl?" she asked quietly.

Ryoga relaxed. "Yeah. Until the end. It shouldn't be so bad. You've been locked as a girl before. That time Cologne did it, you were a girl for a pretty long time."

Ranma shuddered. "Don't remind me." She sighed. "Will you agree to help me watch out for hot water? If I get hit, I'm gonna be in trouble till I can get hold of some ice water. Remember, cold water ain't gonna be enough anymore."

Ryoga waved a hand. "I'll do what I can." Inwardly he was clasping his hands above his head in victory.

"You know that school starts up again Monday," Ranma went on wearily. "What the hell am I supposed to tell everyone?"

Ryoga's response was exasperated. "Oh stop sounding so defeated and use your imagination." After thinking for a minute he said, "Tell them you lost a bet, and your honor as a martial artist means you have to pay up. And losing meant you have to try to stay a girl for several weeks."

Ranma thought about it. "I guess that'll work."

Ryoga nodded. "Of course it will. Your school was always a little crazy anyway. This ain't any crazier than anything else. As for Kasumi, we'll just tell her it's part of the treatment for your cure. Something about having to set the chi flow correctly, which is different in your female form. She won't understand a word of it, so I'm betting she'll just blink and not ask any questions."

Ranma considered this. It might work that way. Even if she did ask questions, Ranma was fairly confident they could come up with sufficient gobbledegook for answers. Akane could be told the truth, and their fathers weren't around and didn't have to be told anything. She sighed again. Likely enough it would all work itself out without any real problems.

"Now as for the rest of it."

Ranma looked up sharply. Something in the tone of Ryoga's voice was intensely worrying.

Ryoga gave the tiniest of smiles. "I figure if you have to be a girl full time, you should be a girl all the way. Since you won't be wearing the dragon's whisker, you can wear your hair loose or in the kind of ponytail some girl's wear. Skip the braided pigtail for the time being. You'll wear girls' clothes all the time, no more of those Chinese shirts or pants. Underclothes too. It's gonna be panties and bras full time for you."

Ranma stared, appalled. "No way!" she howled.

"Yes way," Ryoga said with iron in his voice. "If I catch you with boxers on I'll make you sorry. Or maybe I'll make Akane sorry. Either way, I suggest you do as you're told. And since you mention school ... sometime this week you need to pick up a girls' uniform. Including the gym shorts. Or maybe an old uniform of Kasumi's or Nabiki's can be altered to fit. I'll ask Kasumi."

Ranma was shaking her head from side to side. "Come on man. Don't do this."

Ryoga looked at the red-haired girl pointedly. "This is going to happen Ranma. Accept it. Now I'll tell you what. I'll give you the rest of the afternoon off, you can get dressed, and we'll go down and talk to Kasumi now. Orrr ... you can keep saying no, and I'll haul your ass over to Michio's, and tell him that he and the other guys can do anything they want to you, until you wise up and agree to do as you're told. Now, which way you want it to be?"

Ranma looked down. "You're a complete and utter asshole. You know that?"

"Yeah, I am. But just for saying so, I'm going to give you a cuntful of cock cream before we go talk to Kasumi. You might want to think about that mouth of yours while I'm fucking you."

Ranma balled her hands into fists, but offered no resistance when Ryoga pushed her down onto her back, spread her legs, and plunged into her hot depths. Ten minutes and one ashamed orgasm later, she was getting dressed again. Then she followed Ryoga out the door to find Kasumi so they could explain the new situation, and discuss appropriate clothing.

Note from H. Saotome, 2011-06-19: Another three months to get a chapter out. Sorry about that. At least I posted another story during the interim. Naturally I'd like to post the chapters more quickly than this, but I can only do the best I can. So Ranma is going to be stuck as a girl for a while, although not permanently. School will be starting up again soon too, possibly even in the next chapter. Will Kasumi ever ask any questions? Will Daisuke let anything slip? Just what is Gosunkugi really planning? Stay tuned.
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