Captured!

Akane sat in the chair and smiled for the camera, the fact that she was wearing just a blouse made her feel more exposed for some reason. She tried to look shy and demure anyway, as she was photographed against the plain wall. Seeing Mousse waiting his turn wearing just the top part of a male school uniform might have been funny in the past, but not now.

“Her name is RisoYoshimura, she’s a sixteen year old middle school cheerleader. His name’s Brian Wong; he’s from an upper middle class family. He’s half Caucasian on his grandfather’s side and they met at a party, got drunk and had sex. Resulting in her becoming pregnant and the families have decided that adoption is their best bet” Mommas read out the fake history that she’d invented for them. “Sound plausible?” she fondly asked her handlers.

“Sound great” Akane said. “But you lack an actual pregnant woman to back it up” she said coldly.

“That’s only a matter of time” Mommas said. “Everyone caves eventually and you two will be no exception” she said.

Mousse POV

To punish us for refusing to have sex, they took my glasses away. I battled against the migraines that not wearing them for too long always causes, but had to admit defeat when Akane found me throwing up.

“Mousse are you okay?” she asked touching my shoulder. We’d quickly gotten over our embarrassment at being naked when we had no alternative.

“I got migraines if I don’t wear my glasses” I admitted. My head felt like someone was driving a nail into it and my stomach completely queasy. Akane surprised me by shouting to the handlers.

“I demand to speak to Mommas” she cried to them.

“What would you like Hon?” she asked Akane when she was summoned from her office.

“Mousse gets ill if he doesn’t wear his glasses. Please give them back” the kind hearted girl asked humbly.

“Well, it seems to me that if I’m going to do a favour for you, you have to do one for me” Mommas said. She held out a fertility pill. “I know that you’ve been flushing these. I’ll give your lover boy his glasses back if you swear that you will take these every morning without fail.”

“Don’t do it Akane” I said weakly.

She looked at me “I can’t bear to see anyone in pain” she explained, took the pill from her and swallowed it. “I swear” she said.

Mommas smiled triumphantly at the small victory over the stubborn girl and ordered “give him back his glasses. You ready to stop this foolishness and get busy?” she asked her.

“How many times do I have to tell you that Mousse and I are only friends? We aren’t even attracted to each other” Akane said in exasperation.

Mommas shrugged “what does that matter? Once we get past the point of politeness, Moussie over there is going to look like Romeo”

Akane POV

Once Mousse felt better, we splashed him with cold water so that he could slip between the bars and look for an exit. He came back a bit later; I turned on the shower for him. He joined me “there are three other couples in this wing with us and the door at the end of the corridor terminates in a steel door. I couldn’t get out” he said. I sighed, we’d already known about the other couples, we could hear them. Both of us felt disgusted when we heard the sounds of their lovemaking. We had called to them and knew their names.

“We have to get out of here” I said in exasperation.

“Tonight, I’ll attack the handlers and I want you to try and escape” he said.

“But what about you?” I asked.

“Just get out of here, I’ll be fine. Then you can bring help” he said.

We waited until they opened up the cell and then I pushed passed them and started to run while Mousse attacked the two handlers, I’d forgotten what a good fighter he is. He seemed to be winning, until they tazered him.

I paused, a stupid mistake on my part and then they caught me. I managed to kick the first one in the balls and dodge past him, then caught him with a round house kick from behind, knocking him to the ground. I bolted for the door, only to be thwarted by it being locked. I karate chopped it, but it wouldn’t move! The two handlers grinningly advanced on me. “Well, it looks like we’re through being polite” the one commented. They seized me and dragged me back to the cell. I ran to Mousse, he seemed to be recovering.

“So you want to play rough? We’re just the right people for that job” the handler said triumphantly as I clung onto Mousse.

They took me into a dark room, bent me over and locked me into stocks. I was frightened when they turned on the light and one of the masked handler stood before me holding a huge leather paddle. “Bad girls get spanked” he said and moved in behind me. I screamed when it felt like fire lashed across my backside.

Mousse POV

I was back with the nurse, this time she wore a black latex nurse’s uniform that had holes in front to bare her breasts. “Naughty boy” she chided as she attached what seemed to be stick on medical patches to my body and affixed wires to these. I wasn’t stupid in thinking they were used for anything benign. I got confused when she attached these to my tentacles and penis. Until she turned on a machine and electricity shot through me, I gasped in pain.

So it began, one at a time, we were introduced to their methods of ‘persuasion.’ Beatings through phone books so that there were no marks, bondage in stressful positions, oxygen depravation and they wouldn’t allow us to sleep for three days, all of which we took and still refused to have sex.

“I understand that you still aren’t behaving?” Mommas said after our week of torture, as if we were naughty children.

“You can’t make us perform like circus animals” I said.

“It’s not going to happen” Akane said firmly.

“So stubborn, resisting me when you two could be having so much fun. Very well, no food for them for five days and then we’ll see” she ordered.

Five Days Later

“Akane, you have to drink as much water as possible” I ordered the weakening girl.

“I can’t Mousse, I’m so hungry” she said, practically in tears.

“They can’t do this much longer” I said. Every day we would have to see the food cart go by as they brought trays to the others.

Finally Mommas appeared “are you through with this silly nonsense?” she asked.

“Never!” said Akane.

“Very well, there’s more then one way to skin a cat. If you don’t have sex by the end of this evening, then Akane shall be the guard’s Friday Night Girl. They aren’t allowed to touch the girls, so I let them do whatever they want to one every Friday to work out their frustrations. You get to decide this. I’ll leave you two alone” she said and walked away satisfied.

Akane seemed lost in thought, of all the things that they’d done to us; this was the worse that they’d threatened. Akane had gone from being my causal acquaintance, to being my partner in surviving this place and my responsibility. She couldn’t choose rape and I knew it.

“Akane?” I questioned and she looked up at me with defeated eyes. She sat down on the futon.

“Just do it” she said in a beaten voice.

“But, I can’t” I protested.

“I would rather you then those maniacs” she said. So we did it; it was brief and awkward and hurt Akane both physically and emotionally, afterwards she cried as I held her. Mommas brought us a steak dinner that night to celebrate. It became part of our daily routine, we would do it missionary style so that the cameras couldn’t capture much of anything. It was something grim and cheerless that was just to be gotten over with as soon as possible, I felt shame whenever I came and I’ve sure she felt the same when I triggered an unwilling orgasm in her. Two weeks later when she didn’t get her period, we exchanged glances and just knew. I had always pictured this moment; it was nothing like I’d hoped.

Ranma

Ranma punched the wall “Fuck, almost a month and no leads” he cried. He was really worried about Akane and wanted to see her.

They had been staying in Shimonoseki, Yamaguchi, where Akane and Mousse had been abducted. It was the Tendos, the Saotomes and the Amazons. The police had exhausted every lead.

“You hurt hand?” Shampoo asked, smoothing out his fist to examine it. Finding his knuckles bleeding, she wrapped her handkerchief around them.

“They could be dead by now” he thundered.

“Hurting hand not going to help, wait until find them, and then hit capturers” she advised.

“Why are you so calm? Aren’t you worried about Mousse?” Ranma asked.

She thought about it for a second “I worry about Mousse only as friend and know him going to be alright. He tougher then let on, he not let anything happen to Akane. Very loyal friend and always defend if he cares about someone. They fine” she assured him.

“How can you be sure?” Ranma said.

“If he could, he follow me anywhere I go. If go Spain, he follow me. If go to Greece, he follow me. He very persistent and never give up as long as I live. He fine. Wish He would give up, find nice girl, marry and move back to China. He always love his mother’s farm” she said.

“Mousse has a family?” Ranma asked.

“You think he grow out of ground like shrub?” Shampoo asked.

“No, he’s such a loner, I can’t picture him having living relatives” Ranma explained.

“His mother was outsider when she marry his father. She richest woman in village, she own farm that supplies organic vegetable to stores all over China. His father dead, but his mother very nice woman and he has three younger sisters” she said.

“Have you told them he’s missing?” Ranma asked.

“Hiya, Shampoo forgot to send letter. Poor Mrs. Mu” Shampoo chided herself and hurried away to write her.

Ranma looked up at the stars, they were very clear that night. “Where are you Akane?” he asked.