Mousse\'s Revenge

Shampoo was feeling really agitated, she hadn’t been herself since Mousse had broken her hymen. She was getting sick of him treating her like a sex slave, but what bothered her the most was how much she enjoyed it. It always started the same, he would order her to undress or undress her himself; she would always resist at first then give in to his threats and demands. She would push him away when he started to touch her, feeling repulsed at first then he would start playing with her nipples or her pussy and she would melt. It wouldn’t be long before she was begging him for more, for his cock or his mouth on her clit like a bitch in heat. The worst part is that she had started craving how he could make her body feel, how hard he could make her cum. She felt ashamed when she got wet in anticipation, just at having her clothing taken off, before he even started to touch her. How she craved the softness of his skin against her own, the feeling of his silky hair brushing her thighs. His lips, tongue and fingers working her heated flesh, creating wanton desires in her that could only be satisfied by his steely hard cock.

At first she could tell herself that he was forcing this pleasure on her, that she was a victim. Mousse seemed determined to keep her on her toes. He would demand sex whenever he felt like it and that was a lot; he seemed to be insatiable and now she was too. Sometimes he fucked her so hard that her inner thighs would be bruised the next day; this would make her scream like a banshee and cum with the force of a tidal wave. Other times he would make love to her so sweetly, that she would cry afterwards when he lovingly brought her to orgasm.

Then last night happened, this made her question whether she was really a victim at all. They had had gentle sex before they went to bed and she had fallen asleep in his arms, feeling oddly tender towards Mousse. She woke up feeling completely wanton and desperate for release. She had tried to silently relieve herself until she felt a finger covering her own, then she was pulled onto Mousse’s face. He had tongue fucked her sex starving pussy until she spent onto his face, then moved her down his body and pushed his cock inside her to ease the throbbing ache that nagged at her like a sore tooth. Something inside her snapped and she rode him hell bent for leather until she came with a snarl, she was like a wild thing out of control! He had let her take the pleasures she needed from his body, pounding back at her and riding out the storm until with a crash of slapping flesh, they both came with a growl. Shampoo could only stare at him through humid eyes as she felt the tension drain from her body and her limbs become heavy. He had pulled her down beside him, holding her close. Her mind was in turmoil, ‘she couldn’t want Mousse; she didn’t even like him.’ Yet she hungered for him. He had become like a physical addiction.

He whispered to her in the darkness “its okay desire me, it’s natural. I’m your husband. You can do that to me whenever you want; that’s why I’m here” he said with a smirk in his voice. The next day he kept on shooting her looks of triumph, which caused her to blush.

Feeling the need to show him who was boss, Shampoo let her hair loose and backcombed it into a tousled looking mass, as if she had just rolled out of bed. ‘Perfect’ she thought. She normally didn’t bother with makeup, but this time she applied bright red lipstick and lots of massacre, she outlined her eyes with black eyeliner and applied a smoky light purple eye shadow to her lids. The effect made her look rather trampy and alluring at the same time. Finally she chose a light purple slip dress, it was form fitting and short; it stopped just at mid thigh. Feeling daring, she removed her bra and pulled off her panties, slipping the silky material up her bare skin to settle against her curves. She shivered at the sight of herself. Her nipple peaks seemed to thrust through the thin material and her breasts bobbed enticingly with each step. Her lack of underclothes left the lines of the dress unspoiled. The material shifted wicked against her bare skin, she felt so naughty and daring for not wearing panties. She pulled out a pair of matching high heels and slipped them on, completing her look. She left her bedroom with a swing in her hips, her nipples hardening in anticipation of Ranma seeing her looking like this.

Mousse watched Shampoo descend the stairs; she smirked when she saw him noticing how she was dressed. She looked like a slut in his opinion; he could feel his features hardening into a mask. “Where the hell are you going dressed like that?!” he demanded.

Shampoo almost giggled to see Mousse’s face was like a thundercloud “Shampoo go see her airen. Mousse no stop me, he turn Shampoo over for stoning, he lose his favourite toy. No fuck me if dead” she said with a sneer.

“I’m your airen and I won’t let you out of the house looking like a tramp!” he declared.

“Stupid Mousse, think Shampoo be satisfied with little boy cock, Shampoo want man! That why go see real Airen” she declared.

Something inside Mousse snapped. He grabbed her by her arms and dragged her upstairs to their room.

“Let go” she demanded and dragged against his arm, but in his rage, he was too strong for her. He thrust her on to the bed and slammed their bedroom door, she gulped as she looked back at him; she’d never seen him look so mad before. He stalked over to a bag and pulled out a chain, then threw that over a sturdy rafter hanging from the ceiling. Then pinned Shampoo to the bed and wrestled her into a set of leather cuff. He literally dragged her under the chain and fastened her cuffs over her head to the ends with stout locks. She dragged against her bindings but couldn’t get loose. Not done yet, against her protests, Mousse attached a spreader bar to each ankle, leaving her legs hugely straddled. “Let Shampoo go” she demanded as she struggled. He looked defiantly back at her and flicked open a stiletto knife.

“Be quiet” he commanded. She swallowed hard at the sight of the knife and felt afraid. “Shampoo, I’ve been treating you very well up to this point and this is how you repay me!” he said in a furious voice. “You humiliate me by parading yourself around looking like a cheap whore and you try to seduce a man that you are forbidden to even contact!”

“Mousse not the boss of me!” she cried.

“Yes I am; I guess I’ll have to prove that to you. If you’re going to dress like a whore, then I’m going to treat you like one” he said and began cutting her dress off until it fluttered to the ground. Leaving her in just her high heels; making her pearly nudity more poignant.

“Let Shampoo go now, you do nothing to me! You don’t even have guts!” she declared with more bravado then she felt. She watched in horror as he got out a leather paddle and took up a stance behind her. “No!” she screamed in terror as she realized his intentions.

“You have two choices: I can let you down and paddle you over my knee; it tends to be an easier position for girls as I won’t have the full swing that I would in this position. Or I can do it as you are now. Choose!”

“Shampoo not let you hurt her! Am Amazon warrior!” she cried defiantly.

“You gave that up! All you are now is an unfaithful wife bent on committing adultery! I’ve put up with a lot when it comes to you. I put up with you abusing me, insulting me, ridiculing me and even insulting my manhood just now. Those I can take and forgive, but this I simply can’t tolerate!” he said and brought the paddle sharply forward to strike the underside of her right nether cheek.

Shampoo gasped in outrage at the pain and tried to endure it silently, but after twenty hard strokes, the ivory hued cheek of her ass were an angry red and tears of shame and pain ran silently down her cheeks. Not done yet, Mousse seized a thin cane and dashed it against the roundest part of her young breasts, just missing the nipple. Shampoo gasped in pain and with a groan lunged back, only to have the cane dashed across her rear which was protruding far too temptingly. Spacing them out, so that each cut counted, Mousse gave her six of the best. Each one caused her to cry out; it felt like she was being cut by glass.

He moved to face her and pressed the slim, whippy cane to the tender buds of her nipples, then tapped them sharply but lightly, causing her to shrink back. “I will lash you here with all my strength if you don't do as I say. It hurts horribly for a young girl to be caned there. For someone with nipples as sensitive as yours, it would be sheer agony. So I give you a choice, you can let me continue to punish you with pain until I deem that you have had enough. Or you can let me do anything I want to you sexually. I think that that would be fitting punishment for acting like a whore”

Shampoo shivered in her bonds and then begged “please stop pain. Take Shampoo however want”

“Just so you know what I have in store for you; I intend to titty fuck you until I get off and then I’m going to fuck you up the ass. I’m sick of your airs and won’t tolerate them anymore! You stride around this place like you’re the queen and I’m a dirty peon you tolerate. You’re going to offer up both parts for me to fuck of your own free will. You won’t deny me either one” he stated coldly.

“Please no, have Shampoo’s pussy!” she begged

“Then I should just continue caning your nipples?” he said giving them a hard tap again. “Choose, or I will. Sexual punishment or this” he said with another tap.

Shampoo’s mind was in turmoil, she couldn’t handle the pain that was emitting from her nipples now and that was just a light cut. But she couldn’t do that either. He helped her decide by cruelly twisting a nipple. “Hiya, please fuck tits, fuck ass. No hurt anymore” she begged.

He smiled in triumphant and gently massaged her offended nipple soothingly for a few seconds and then removed the bar and cuffs from her. She rubbed her wrists and then said. “Please you not mean that, just fuck Shampoo’s pussy right?” He answered her by carrying her to the bed and laying her in her back. She watched with fear filled eyes as he removed his clothes, staring at her quaking body the entire time. He opened a drawer, pulled out a tube of something and straddled her waist. She tried to shrink from the contact.

“Cherry lube” he explained as he opened it and let the red liquid drip into the valley between her breasts; she shivered at the coldness of it. “You have nice big breasts that are perfect for fucking. This is something that I've wanted to your tits since I watched them grow” he said evilly, then without preamble he placed his cock in between her breasts and forced them around it with his hands. He squeezed them tightly together and began rocking his cock forward and back between the slick mounds. “Lick the head of my cock when it’s exposed” he ordered and was pleased when she kept darting her soft tongue against it. He was in heaven, the sensation was intoxicating and her look of repugnance sublime. “Oh fuck Shampoo; that feels so amazing. Your tits are incredible!” he said with a loud moan. He fucked those soft globes until he came right onto her angelic face! That caused him to cum harder, spattering white drops all over her pearly skin and crimson lipsticked mouth. She moaned in distress, inadvertently catching some in her mouth. She eyes went wide with shock and she looked like she was going to be sick. Mousse got hard again to see her face and breasts covered with his seed. “Swallow it, every drop! Lick up every part you can reach and then use your hands to get the rest. I expect you to eat it all!” he ordered.

“But, but” she protested, the taste was repulsive.

“You said you would do anything I deemed fit for your punishment and I say swallow my sperm!” he commanded. Mousse watched in satisfaction as Shampoo swallowed his cum; the look on her face was priceless. When she was done he helped her up and bent her over the vanity that she had sat at earlier to make up her face. Gone was the sexy young vamp, her mascara and eyeliner had run from her tears, giving her raccoon eyes; they went well with her sticky, frightened face and lube smeared breasts.

“Please” she said as she felt a lubed up finger pressing against her rear entrance, threatening her dark cherry. She gasped as it slipped into her, invading where nothing had ever been.

“Shhhh, I have to prepare you properly” he soothed, kissing her shoulder as he began pistoning his finger gently in and out of her rosebud. He worked his finger in her, and then carefully added another when he felt the muscular ring relax a bit. Shampoo was by no means silent during this process. She moaned and begged him to reconsider fucking her last virgin hole, to no avail; he was too hot for her after being denied this for so long. However he did have to give her credit for stayed in the position that he’d put her in and not trying and escape. His breath got faster with the excitement in knowing that she was almost ready for him to penetrate her. At last, he was able to work his fingers in her freely; he lubed up his cock from tip to root to make the entry easier for her. His mouth went dry when he placed himself against her twitching rosebud; he smiled as he felt it wince. Then with gentle but steady pressure, he drove the head of his penis in; keeping it still until she was ready for more. Shampoo mewled at the invasion and gripped the edges of her vanity until she was white knuckled. Mousse started working himself inside her, with knowing twists; until he was fully buried in hot her anal casing. She was so tight that it was like she was trying to castrate him; her sphincter squeezed him like it was trying to kiss his cock. ‘Holy shit, he was cornholing Shampoo!’ the delighted boy realized. ‘A couple of weeks ago she barely would lower herself to give him a hug and certainly never kiss him! But now he was fucking her up the ass!’ That knowledge almost made him shoot his load up there. He worked himself carefully; not wanting to hurt her. Ignoring his body’s demand to rut her like there was no tomorrow.


Shampoo gasped at the pain of the invasion; it felt like he was tearing her into two. Then she gasped in surprise when he slipped two fingers forward into her pussy and began to flutter them against her g-spot, while his other hand snaked forward and a finger started strumming her g-spot. She moaned when the cock inside her moved slowly and her body slowly adjusted to him. Then it turned to pleasure, finding nerve endings to brush against while his fingers distracted her by providing relentless pleasure until it was radiating from all three places at once. Shampoo’s breath hitched, and then became ragged as Mousse worked her body in time to his increasingly hard thrusts, his own crisis having approached a point of no return. Shampoo’s entire being stiffened and then she had a full body orgasm, causing her to shatter like fine crystal. He went a second later, shooting deep inside her bowels. She actually achieved female ejaculation and almost a cup of clear liquid gushed onto the floor. Mousse looked in shock at the flood of liquid that covered the hand still buried inside her and watched as her pussy drooled into the puddle on the floor. He knew what had just happened, but had never seen it up close before.

Shampoo’s cheeks flamed as she felt Mousse withdraw from her backside. She joined his in staring at the puddle on the floor. “I must have wet myself” she said sheepishly with embarrassment.

“No, you just had a g-spot orgasm, the most powerful type that a woman can hope to achieve. I’m so proud of you” he said, laughingly kissing her red cheeks. “How did it feel?”

She thought about it for a second “It was incredible; I could feel it throughout my entire body. It felt like I literally exploded with pleasure” She had thought that she would still be mad at him when it was done, but if anything she felt too elated for anger.

He pulled her close “I’m sorry I had to hurt you. I am a jealous man and will admit it. However, I never want to hear about you being around Ranma again unless he was invited to be by both of us. Never seek him out; I’m your man now and I won’t stand for it” he demanded.

“I swear” she said, realizing that she was starting to enjoy the new Mousse, he seemed so manly now.

“Good, now you go get cleaned up while I get the mop” he said staring at the puddle on the floor.