I'll Never Tell

Mousse had Ranma bent over a table while he went from one of her holes to the other, choosing them at random while shapely redhead gasped and shuddered around him. She now wore his brand on her ass (it was the same one that was on his robe) and now had his dog collar fastened proudly around her neck. He couldn’t believe his luck that his greatest enemy was now his willing sex slave who did all that he bid of her. She had lash marks on her back and cane marks on her shapely buttocks from their earlier SM play. She’d been a good girl and had accepted his lashes well, so he was rewarding her by giving her the screwing that she needed as much as oxygen. She was an insatiable nympho that needed his Amazon cock and he was happy to give it to her.

“Do you like that whore?” he asked as he seized a handful of her hair and gave it a swift yank.

“Yes Master, please fuck me” she begged as her breasts bounced with each thrust treating him to a hypnotic display. She had been wearing a skimpy French maid uniform before and now wore only the sheer apron. Mousse normally kept her naked during their encounters for his pleasure, but sometimes liked to insult her further by making her wear really frilly lingerie. It was a gorgeous insult against her preferred masculinity.

“Where do you want me to cum, in your ass or in your cunt?” he demanded as he drove himself so deeply inside her that her struck her cervix and even managed to tease the narrow channel open a bit. This elicited a moan of pleasure-pain from the wanton redhead.

“My cunt, please cum in my cunt Master” she cried. Mousse grabbed her hips and managed to force himself back into her cervix again so that he shot directly into her womb. This caused a full body orgasm in Ranma and she cried out for thirty long seconds while Mousse’s bubbling sperm shot as deeply inside her as a man could get. Afterwards he patted her trembling ass as she gripped the table for support.

“You were a good girl today” he said.

She turned a grateful look on him and dropped to her knees to clean him before he even asked, months of punishment for neglecting to do so had rid of her of any objections. “Please Master may I clean you with my whore’s mouth?” she begged him.

“Yes you may” he said, that he’d been in her poop shoot didn’t bother Ranma, she happily licked and sucked him like a lollypop as she gobbled every evidence of his cum, her cum and ass juices from his cock. Mousse marveled at his former enemy and could only thank the gods for his good fortune as he came down her throat. She swallowed every drop with enthusiasm and stuck her tongue greedily into his uthrea for the last hint of his sperm.

He strapped her to the table this time and whipped her breasts with a thin latex flogger; glorying in how they bounced with each lash and how her agonized wails announced each time he hit her tender, soft pink buds. Then he tittie fucked her before she left, just so that he could watch her lick his cum from her face and breasts before he let her leave as a girl. This was his stipulations, she had to arrive and leave as a female. It amused him to imagine what her brand must look like on his male body, but not enough to check. He wondered what his wife was going to make of it later on in Ranma’s life.

He was surprised when she called him the next day and said that it was urgent that she see him. It was normally Mousse calling her when he wanted to fuck her and not the other way around. He agreed to do so, but told her that it was going to cost her.

He was surprised when he arrived at their makeshift dungeon to find tears running down Ranma's cheeks.

She walked towards him and seemed to be in shock; she buried her face in his robe and started sobbing. He looped his arms around her, still surprised that anything could make the normally stoic Ranma weep.

“What makes you think that you have any right to touch your master?” he said sharply and held the shattered girl at arms length.

“I couldn’t change back, so I took an early pregnancy test. I-I’m pregnant” she cried, trying to step back into the arms of the man she loved.

Mousse turned away to hide a smile of triumph, it was all going according to plan. Then turned back to her “I told you that this would never be my problem” he said coldly. “I don’t want your brat and no one is going to believe it's mine. How do I know that it isn’t Ryoga’s or Kuno’s? You could have been fucking them on the sly”

She twisted her hands together nervously “I’ve only ever wanted to be with you. I slept with them because you made me” she pleaded.

“You certainly seemed to enjoy fucking them” Mousse observed.

“Please you have to help me, I love you” she sobbed clutching his robe again. “If anyone found out, I would be ruined! My father would disown me and my mother would make me kill myself!” she cried.

“Very well, I’ll help you and your bastard out of the goodness of my heart. I know of a place that you can go until your baby is born and then you can drown it” he said sharply.

“Mousse I couldn’t harm it. It’s our baby!” she implored him.

“Whatever you say whore, now take your clothes off. It's time to thank me for my generosity” he ordered her.

She hesitated “you won’t be too rough with me now that we know we’re pregnant?” she asked.

“What’s this we shit? You fucked another guy and now you’re paying the price” he sneered. Practically tearing her clothes from herself, she stood before him naked and trembling. He took her into his arms and kissed her tenderly for once; this caused her to cry again.

“That’s it Ranma, cry all you want. I enjoy your pain. You’ve caused me much agony in the past and now I have nine months to make you pay” he gloated. “Tell me do you enjoy your female body now, isn’t sex a wonderful thing?”

All Ranma could do was cry miserably that she had had the misfortune to fall in love with a sadistic bastard, who wouldn’t claim his own. Her life was over; she wouldn’t inherit the dojo, never be a normal male, never marry Akane or have a normal life or relationship. Mousse had ruined her and she had let him.