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Ryogaā€™s plan	By : PrincessLeah Category: +M to R > Ranma ½ Views: 11356 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I donā€™t own Ranma or any of the characters nor do I intend to profit From them. Iā€™m simply a fan with a demented sense of humor.

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Chapter 4

Ranma was experiencing her worst nightmare come to fruition. She was locked in her curse by her own mother. And she was about to be forced into a marriage with her greatest rival. Marriage to another man in itself was bad enough in her mind. The fact that her father had sold her hand in marriage before she was even born to finance the family home was even worse. She had no way out. The sick bastards had made sure to let her know that if she didn’t go through with it that her family and friends would pay dearly.

She couldn’t protect them all. The nightmares she had last night leading up to this point were horrible. She shuddered remembering one where after she divorced Ryoga that she had to marry Kuno under almost the same circumstances. She could see herself popping out kids for several different men her father had sold her to. It was an endless stream. She had woke up screaming like she was being stalked by a murderer. Her mother had soothed her and made her feel better about the dream.

However nothing her mother could say would make today better. They both knew it. Nadoka for her part was feeling like the biggest piece of shit in the world. She had stuck to her guns about manliness and the contract for so long. Only to wake up one morning after a visit the previous night from that Amazon girl feeling refreshed and like a mental fog had been lifted. She had blanched at her own memories of threatening her own child with seppuku. She had immediately torn the contract up and called Ranma letting him know no matter what gender he was that she loved him all the same. And to forget anything she ever said about manliness.

He had been skeptical at first, then slowly they became close like she always wanted. Now only a few scant weeks later she was marrying her daughter off to the nephew of a Yakuza boss because her husband had used Ranma’s hand in marriage to bargain for everything he ever needed apparently. How many more debt collectors or suitors would show up seeking Ranma. No the marriage to the Hibiki boy sucked a big one, but in some ways it would get Ranma out of future entanglements that her father had made. The yakuza would see to it. And while she knew there was a clause for Ranma and Ryoga to divorce after a male heir was produced, it was for show only.

Even Ryoga didn’t realize that he wouldn’t be allowed out of the marriage. The Yakuza wouldn’t stand for the loss of face over the matter and she was sure the two would be made aware of that eventuality. No Ranma could pop out a male heir tomorrow and they wouldn’t let her divorce. At least the Hibiki boy seemed nice enough. She did look forward to being a grandmother, but she would work on her Clan to accept her back into the fold now that she divorced Genma. And the Itsunagi Clan was almost as influential as the Tenma Satori Clan. Maybe she could get her father to intervene at some point. She knew it was a long shot because her father upheld Bushido with a stringency as strong as her husband claimed to. And he would not want to lose face by helping out off spring of Genma Saotome.

She sighed as she stepped into the dressing area and watched Ranma being dressed. She had white lace trimmed stockings attached to a frilly white garter belt. She also had a lacy corset on followed by a see through white bra. Her dress was elegant and probably worth more than Nadoka’s own home. Then the sexy three inch heels with an ankle strap went on. Followed by locks. After the dress was lowered onto Ranma’s head a man in a suit entered carrying a lacquered wooden box with intricate carvings on them.

Nadoka gasped and felt really bad for Ranma. She had seen those collars before in history books. She and even most historian believed them to be fakes. However Nadoka knew better. She believed in magic. Her son was currently her daughter getting forced into marrying another boy. The collar would make her obey any command given by her husband. They were truly taking her freedom away.

She looked at Ranma as the box was opened and a lacy white choker was taken out and handed to a hand maiden. She watched as Ranma hung her head and lifted her now brushed out and styled red locks of hair. She knew, she knew and was still slowing them to place it on her Nadoka thought to herself. She’s giving up everything to keep me safe. After I made her life a living hell. Nadoka seethed internally to herself. It was almost enough to brake down and cry. However she knew she had to be strong for Ranma.

Ranma sighed as she felt the choker being put into place around her neck. Once she felt the latch close a tingle raced through her and she realized that her freedom was now over. Her future lay in the hands of Ryoga. She felt the tingle as it moved through her ki and felt as it was locked away. Then she felt her strength wane to that of a normal girl and almost started crying. The only thing that saved her was her mother’s supporting smile.

Ranma could see the pain in her mother’s eyes and knew she would always be there for her. A nock on the door and the man who had brought her collar walked in. “It’s time...” is all he said. Ranma gulped and was led to the entrance of a shrine. It was beautiful she though absently. The stone archways leading to the top and the Torri gates leading to the inner sanctum off the shrine. There were blooming cherry blossoms all over and the grounds were well decorated.

The wedding had to cost a fortune. She gulped again feeling like she was truly walking into a trap. The wedding march started playing from a live orchestra and she walked forward following a flower maiden. When she finally got far enough up the isle to see the altar she almost gasped. Ryoga had gotten a hair cut and was not wearing his bandannas. He was wearing a tailored Armani tux and designer shoes. A part of her thought that if she had to marry a guy at least she was marrying into wealth. But she shook that thought out.

She rose the final steps of the altar and faced Ryoga. “We are bought here today to celebrate the union....” she tuned out the rest and just watched Ryoga’s face. She saw something in his eyes besides resignation. She saw a hint of....lust maybe? Even excitement and mirth danced across his visage. Ranma knew right then she was doomed.

“You now may place the rings on each others fingers and kiss the bride.”

Ranma was bought out of her reverie by that statement and gulped. She turned and mechanically took his ring from the ring bearer while Ryoga did the same for hers. He felt his larger hand take her much smaller one and watched in morbid awe as he slid the large diamond encrusted ring onto her finger. She grabbed his hand and slid the plain gold one onto his finger.

She gasped again as she felt Ryoga lift her vail and push it back over her head. Then when he cupped her cheek with his rough hand she almost passed out. She felt him pull her close and closed her eyes. Right before his mouth touched hers he whispered only loud enough for her to hear. “Enjoy the kiss Ranma.” It wasn’t a suggestion. When his lips met hers an electric feeling swept through her body almost making her cry out. His tongue slipped into her mouth causing her to moan into the kiss slightly. When Ryoga broke the kiss he was grinning madly. While she was internally mortified at her reaction to the kiss.

She was so out of it that when he swept her up bridal style she automatically swept her arms around his neck. She watched out of the corner of her eyes as she saw friends and acquaintances alike in the audience. Including her best friends Hiroshi and Daisuke. After that display of forced affection she was sure her reputation was beyond ruined. They made it to the bottom of the steps and were met with a long black limousine. Ryoga didn’t even put her down. The chauffeur opened the back most door and Ryoga sat himself inside with ease. He kept her in his lap. The door closed and the car started driving.

“We are going to our new home where our things are already packed. Then we will be flying via private jet to the Bahamas. I’ve rented a private resort for our exclusive use.” Ryoga said smiling.

Ranma gulped and glared at him. “Why are you into this so much? Are you gay? What do you get out of it huh p-Chan?”

Ryoga scowled at her. “Your going to learn your place until an heir is born girl!”

He flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her wedding dress over her head with ease leaving her in only her lingerie and heels.

“Ohhhh garters and stockings! You must be a real girly girl to wear them huh Ranma? I’m going to clue you in on some things. Stop struggling!”

Ranma immediately locked up laying still while laid across his lap stomach down exposing her pantied bottom.

“First any order I give you the collar enforces. Some commands are semi permanent while others are only temporary. I can even order you to feel things physically like pain or pleasure. Like the kiss at the altar.”

Ranma paled. She had enjoyed the kiss and had gone weak in the knees in the process.

“So lets get order number one down.”

He followed it by a hard smack to her ass cheeks causing her to squeal out in pain and embarrassment.

“You will never refer to me as gay or p-chan ever again. Including any other pig derived nickname. The only nick names you can use from now on are sweetheart, cupcake, or others that are similar in nature.”

He kept smacking her ass hard as he spoke. By the tenth one tears were rolling down her face. She no longer had access to her ki to reinforce her skin.

“Rule two, you will enjoy it when I spank you unless I say other wise.”

She squealed when suddenly the fiery pain she was feeling changed to painful pleasure. By the next five strokes she was panting with a need she never felt before.

“Rule three...I’m the boss. What I say goes.” Smack smack smack.

“Rule four...you will offer your body to me in anyway I command and you will feel pleasure like you have never experienced before while doing it. You can fight it inside your head all you want. You will cry out in pleasure none the less. “

Smack smack smack smack

“Ohhhhhhh! Oh gods nooooo!” Ranma cried out as she was shook with her first ever orgasm. She laid panting over Ryoga’s lap while he soothingly rubbed her butt cheeks.

“That’s all I can think of now. But I assure you there will be more. Especially if you misbehave. If your well behaved I will reward you. Do you want me to reward you Ranma?” He asked her.

She panted as she quivered and came down from her first orgasm as a girl.

“Go...to....hell!” She panted out.

“Ok, I’ve given you examples of punishment. Evidently it was not enough. Sit up and put this bath robe on.” He said tossing it to her after he launched her across the limo.

“Why Ryoga? Why are you doing this huh?” Ranma asked her husband. Yes her husband she realized sadly.

“Because I always said I would make your life hell Ranma. Yes I told you the truth about my uncle calling the marker in. He was going to use you and your mother as whores in one of his brothels. I did it for two reasons, one, as much as I want you to pay for making my life hell, I couldn’t even allow that to happen. To you or your mother. So it was my idea to marry you. Second, I am going to use your body as I see fit until the terms of the agreement are met and we can divorce. Consider that payback.”

Ranma gulped at what was to come. When the limo pulled through a large gate she perked up. She gasped at the large estate as the limo came to a stop outside the main entranceway. If she knew architecture she would have said the mansion was Victorian in style. However she didn’t so all she could do was gape at its size and grandeur.

“Welcome to your new home Ranma. Like I said, either way I’m using your body how I see fit. But there will be some benefit, you will receive private tutoring and return to school at Furikan with me to finish our senior year after Christmas break. Also once we finish high school your college tuition is already paid for. When we produce an heir you will be allowed to divorce me with no lost honor. By then my honor will have been satisfied from our past indiscretions. From then on out what you do with your life is yours and yours alone. You’ll be allowed shared custody of our child and to live how you see fit.”

She ushered her into the house and up a set of stairs.

“Now our plane doesn’t leave until in the morning. Our things are already packed onto the plane and will be unloaded and taken to our resort when we arrive.”

He pushed her into a room and she gasped. It was their bedroom. Suddenly she was spun around and kissed fiercely causing her to involuntarily moan into his mouth. She hadn’t realized he was backing her up until the back of her legs hit the bed and she tumbled back with a yelp of surprise. Her heart was beating in her chest and her head was spinning. She opened her eyes and saw Ryoga straddled across her small frame holding her wrists.

He easily crawled and dragged her into the middle and smiled down at her.

“For our first time, I’m going to make love to you. No I don’t love you, but I can still be passionate. Also....”

Ranma gasped as Ryoga quickly tied her arms at her wrist to eyelets on the bed frame with silk ribbons that were already laid out. She squirmed at the feeling of hardness pressed into her stomach. She was internally panicking at what was coming. She wanted to scream but knew it would only give the bastard satisfaction. Ryoga worked quickly as he tied her ankles on the same fashion. Then he used a pair of scissors to cut her panties and bra off while leaving the garters, stockings and heels.

“Ok for this session, you will not say anything at all. However you can cry out whenever you want. Also all other commands are suspended until I say so.” Ryoga said grinning maniacally.

“You see Ranma, I don’t want you to have the excuse of claiming that the collar caused you to enjoy it. This will be all you.”

Ranma scowled at him wanting to tell him to go fuck himself. She would never enjoy it. She realized this was part of Ryoga’s revenge on her. Trying to make her like sex with a guy. She shook her head in futility as she saw him pull a long white feather out. Followed by lit candles and a set of soft velvet gloves. He also had a bowl of ice cubes. He smiled at her and started stroking the feather along her jaw line causing her to shudder.

He slowly dragged the tip of the feather down circling her breast languidly. Then as she whimpered at the sensation he dragged it across first her left nipple, then the right almost causing her to cry out. Her heart was pounding and she flushed down to her toes.

“I see this is effective, let’s try the candles and ice cubes.”

He grabbed an ice cube and continued his assault on her body. He circled it around to her ears and after removing the cube he leaned in nipping and sucking at the earlobe. This time she did cry out. Her eyes opened wide at the sound of her voice. It was sweet and musical sounding. With a hint of...desire. She tried shaking her head no but it did no good as suddenly the ice cube touched her nipples. Ryoga was using both hands to stimulate her hard nipples. When they had become hard and peaked he leaned in and suckled.

Ranma arched he back involuntarily and cried out in a mix of squealing and moaning. Ryoga smiled and then bought the ice cube to her opening. She gasped and squirmed and whimpered. But nothing could stop the onslaught of sensations she was feeling all over her body. It was tingling and everywhere Ryoga’s hands trailed was consumed with fire. Then suddenly she felt something hot, very hot but not burning drip onto her tortured flesh. The contrast from cold and wet to warm candle wax sent her over the edge.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaargh!” She cried out. Ryoga chuckled and put the candle away.

“My my, how are you liking your punishment Ranma? Your a sensitive one aren’t you? Here let’s try the velvet gloves.” He said sliding them over his hands. Ranma was surprised when her body was even more sensitive after the orgasm. She immediately started panting and moaning as he rubbed every inch of her body. She felt another stronger organs coming and she let out a low long moan in anticipation. Right as she was about to crest Ryoga pulled away.

“Nope! Your not coming until you ask me
For it. Now you can speak.”

Ranma tried organizing her thoughts, she couldn’t. She had gotten off better than she ever had all from the ministrations of another guy. She hated felling this...feminine. It was one of the things that scared her about the curse. She was afraid of liking it.

“Go...fuck yourself.” She stated firmly. Ryoga smirked. “I knew it wouldn’t be easy, nothing worth it ever is.” He pullled our the velvet gloves and started Caressing her body again. He really liked teasing her nipples and hearing her moan in response. The pattern continued of him stimulating her body to climax and then letting it die down again for over an hour.

He asked again.” Now little one, tell me? Do you want me to fuck you? To make you scream. Tell me the truth!” Ryoga said smirking.

“Ohhhhh yes! Please fuck me!” Ranma said even surprising herself. Ranma gulped and tried rationalizing why she would say that. Her heart was pounding and her body was on fire with pleasure from all the sensual caressing Ryoga gave her over the past hour. And while she was afraid to admit it to herself. There was a turn on to being tied up the way she was. How messed up am I’ she thought to herself. That I would beg another guy to fuck me. That excuse was wearing thin even with her. If she wants a guy to fuck her, then isn’t that gay?

And being gay wasn’t manly. It didn’t matter what her mother said. Her father said you had to be manly no matter what. But what was manly about this? Being ravaged while wearing skimpy lingerie? No she wasn’t a.....Ryoga must have been watching her facial expression because as he shifted on top of her he leaned in and kissed her passionately. Then kissed around into her ear whispering. “It’s ok, it’s not gay, your not a man, your a woman. It’s okay to enjoy this.”

The words hammered Ranma hard. Making her pant and whimper harder. Ryoga seeing her reaction pushed it further.

“You like being made to enjoy this against your will don’t you? It’s the only time you can let yourself give in to the urges. I know the pig curse comes with its own unpleasantness. Luckily I’m still human enough inside to resist easily. Not so easy with a human curse huh? The constant self whispered notions and dreams. I’m going to make you feel all of them.” He whispered into her ear seductively.

“Oh gods, he....I’m...if he doesn’t stop I won’t want to turn back...” Ranma said to herself. It felt like nothing she had ever felt before. Having sex as a guy didn’t compare. And no, Ranma was no virgin. Kodachi had drugged him once and managed to ride him to orgasm. He knocked her out and used a pressure point to convince her it was a dream and used the umisenken to drop her into her bedroom.

While he had to admit that sex with Kodachi was amazing. It held nothing on sex as a girl. It was so much more intense for one. Then the sensation were everywhere. He could almost lose himself to the pleasure. Oh gods! He thought eyes widening. “Yes I see...your afraid of losing it huh? Well you don’t have a choice!” Ryoga said easing his throbbing rod into her wetness. He reached up and snapped her wrist restraints as he kissed her fully on the lips.

Ranma’s arms instinctually went around his neck as he started pumping himself inside her. Oh....oh.....WOW! I can’t... no more!’ She thought to herself. She gave into the kiss as she gave into the passion of the moment. Skin slapping against skin sending shivers of ecstasy up and down her spine. Every time he pulled out to the tip she felt a delicious emptiness she had never noticed in her girl form before. And every plunge to the hilt left her almost screaming in pleasure. Her shrieks and moans filled the room and even the sound of her voice screaming out in pleasure pushed her on. Orgasm after orgasm and Ryoga hadn’t even come close to coming.

The fang toothed boy reached back and snapped her ankle restraints allowing her to wrap her shapely legs around his waist pulling him deeper. Suddenly he flipped her over on her hands and knees and plunged back in getting deeper than before. ‘Oh god he is hitting my womb! It hurts so goooooood!’ She screamed internally. When Ryoga reached up and fisted a handful of her hair and pulled back she screeched through her strongest orgasm yet.

“Oh god Ranma! It feels like your pussy is trying to milk me!” Ryoga cried out. Ryoga had also had sex since his ingestion of the clarity potion. He wasn’t naive about the female body anymore. Being used to the sensations allowed him to hold out like a champ. But even then Ranma’s vagina was almost like a vice and the ripples along her muscles from her orgasms were almost to much to bare.

“How many times have you cum Ranma? How many orgasms can I make you have? Carving myself inside you! Making you crave me even though you don’t want to! I’m gonna make you my cum dump!” He roared as he pounded her small body.

Ranma could do nothing but babble incoherently and moan out loud. But his every word sunk into her psyche. Every word sent her closer to her next orgasm. His hands on her hips clamped down like a vice. The way his large cock rubbed her clit over and over again as it plunged into her over and over again. She was going mad with pleasure. Hours? Days? She didn’t know how much longer she endured endless orgasms, but she knew the final one, the one she got from Ryoga filling her womb. She was already close when he started panting louder and pounding erratically.

“Oh god Ranma...I’m coming! I’m gonna fill you up!” Ryoga shouted as he started coming. The feeling of his member pulsing and of a warmth added to her insides that wasn’t there before sent her over the edge for the last time. All she remembers is screaming in pleasure and the nothing.

Ryoga chuckled as Ranma passed out from pleasure. He wasn’t going to let up though. He was going to make her enjoy every part of her woman hood. She didn’t even have one pair of pants in her new wardrobe. Once she gives into her femininity he would allow her some skinny jeans occasionally. After all she had the ass for them. But no, she was going to be pampered and made to feel pleasure at every feminine thing. Even putting makeup would give her a jolt of pleasure. Every time she put on panties she would get shivers of excitement. Every dress, heels, and even the act of brushing and styling her hair.

She didn’t even need to be awake for the collar to take orders and enforce them. So he started by reinstating the former rules he first laid out. Then he ordered her to enjoy femininity in all the ways he had thought of. After he covered all the bases he got in behind her and rolled her onto his chest. Her head cradled between his arm and chest comfortably. He wanted her to wake up to his face first thing.

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Author’s note

I’m working on the remaining chapters. This is my first fic so please be honest and gentle lol. I’m hoping you all enjoy it so far. Im not necessarily trying to stick to cannon but I do try. Love yaw! Muah!
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