Ranma - Let's Fuck

Ranma - Let's Fuck 6

It hadn't taken long for Ranma to miss school, Akane though to herself as she
made her way home after another day of school. Less than a week and she already
found herself walking alone, her fiancee lying at home in bed. Mind you, she couldn't
lay all of the blame on him for it...Kasumi had insisted strongly that after his 'visit' the
night before that he should be kept home for another day, "Just to make sure," as her
sister put it with a sunny smile.

Akane snorted to herself as she walked, but there was a smile on her face.
What exactly her sister was making sure of, she wasn't entirely sure, but she had no
doubts whatsoever as to how thoroughly her sister would do the job. About the only
possible concern was that Kasumi's examinations would leave Ranma too exhausted to
take care of her own needs after she got home...but that was only a minor worry for the
girl. Her lover's stamina was one of the many remarkable things about him.

So as the girl walked along the sparsely populated Nerima street in the fading
light on the perfect autumn evening she didn't have a care in the world, and her mind
felt like it was floating along the lavender scented breeze wafting up from the
concrete-sided river below. Which made the violent blow to her face all the more
surprising.

"What?!" is what she tried to say, is what her brain frantically tried to force
past her lips, but nothing seemed to be working quite right, the blow seemingly having
severed all the links between her mind and the rest of her body. Even her highly-toned
reflexes, honed by years of constant training, failed her now as her mind spun around
and around inside of her head, blurring her vision, making her unable to even begin to
recognize the vague shape that swam in front of her as she flew into the alleyway she'd
been walking past. With a sharp thud she hit the rough concrete wall heavily, hands
reaching out blindly for any kind of support at all, before the large heavy body slammed
into her from behind and pinned her against that cold wall.

"Whhhhuuuuh?" her mouth managed to struggle out, tears leaking from her
fuzzy eyes, before another sharp knock to the back of her head send her forehead reeling
into the wall and triggering another burst of stars in front of her eyes. "Shutup, bitch,"
she head a rough voice growling behind her. "Or you'll get worse than what's coming to
you."

Coming...to her? Akane's heard the voice even over the sharp ringing in her
ears, but couldn't understand the words. What did it mean, coming to her? She
blinked her eyes rapidly...despite the severity of the blows she'd just taken adrenaline
was starting to flood her system, starting to clear the cobwebs that clogged her nerves
between her brain and her muscles. She blinked her eyes rapidly, trying to clear the
liquid (blood? Tears?) that were filling them, trying to focus. The fuzzy gray cloud in
front of her came into focus, rough concrete pebbles standing out with astounding clarity.
She could even see the tiny cracks made from weathering in Tokyo's heavy summer
storms. And then she felt the hand reach between her dress and her blouse and grab
her tit roughly, squeezing the full mound painfully tight.

"Oh yeah," she heard the voice rumble behind her as fresh tears of hot
realization sprung to her eyes. "Just like I thought it would," it went on cryptically,
mauling that soft mound through the thin fabrics of blouse and brassiere. The
intentions of the voice and body behind her were suddenly all too clear...the way the
hand gripped her tit, the way it pressed against her all oer, but most strongly at the hip,
where she could feel the hardness pressing against her rump. Swiftly, Akane tried to
push off the wall, to throw her attacker off of her back, to turn and attack...but even as
she braced her half-free arm against the concrete she felt a sharp stinging pain in that
elbow, and it went weak...still supporting itself against the wall, but unable to push off.
And that voice just laughed.

"It's no use fighting, Akane-san," it rumbled, making her start in surprise at
the use of her name. The hand on her breast suddenly turned softer and gentler,
cupping rather than smashing that peak..."Do you even want to?" it laughed, and with a
hot flush of shame Akane realized that her nipple was erect, rock solid and feeling like it
was about to burst. "You slut..." the voice whispered in her ear...and with a powerful
rip tore blouse and bra away from her, grabbing her naked tit and squeezing with a grip
far more powerful than Ranma had ever attempted.

Hey mouth gaped open in surprise, her eyes bugging out just as much as her
breast between those crushing fingers...but she didn't scream. Only a hissing rasp of
pain escaped her throat as her eyes watered hot, fresh tears, streaming down her
cheeks. And her attacker laughed softly in her eyes, cruel chuckles of victory as he
slowly twisted the brusining flesh with his hands, making her writhe in pain between
him and the wall.

"I bet that gets you ready, doesn't it, Akane-san?" the voice snickered in her ear,
that hand suddenly letting go of her tit...only to wrap those cruelly strong, callused
fingers around her neck. "Not a peep now, Akane-chan," it said with cruel mocking, the
other hand slowly stroking her skirt up the back of her thighs. Akane cried in
frustration and shame...she knew what her rapist was about to find...a naked pussy,
bare of panties or hair, freshly shaven for Ranma to enjoy that very evening...now about
to be plundered by an unseen assailant.

"You're dripping.." the voice whispered huskily in your ear..."I can feel it
dripping down your leg," it chuckled. Akane choked back a fresh sob...the hand wasn't
even halfway up the inside of her leg yet...she had started leaking as soon as that hand
had grabbed her breast, she knew now. As soon as she'd known she was being raped
her body had responded eagerly...and even though she was crying and sobbing, hating
the hand around her throat, hating the heavy body that trapped her here in the alley,
still a part of her mind cried out for the violation, the humiliation, the rape. And she
couldn't help but let out a heavy, thick groan when those fingers found her sopping
fuckhole.

"Whore.." the voice laughed in her ear, and she trembled...it had picked the
very word she was naming herself as she felt those thick, rough, dirty fingers probing
into her most personal, most private place. "Wonder what Ranma would think of you
now, spreading your legs in a back alley for a thug?" it chuckled as she cried and
trembled, staring fixedly against the wall as she told herself over and over again that
she was not going to enjoy this, no matter what her body told her to feel. "But I'm not
going to stick my cock anywhere HE put it..." it laughed.

Akane was confused...what on earth could it mean? So preoccupied with that
thought that she barely flinched when she felt/heard the tearing of fabric as her
attacked ripped the back of her skirt off, exposing her overheated haunches to the cool
lavender breeze. And then she felt the hot, hard yet somehow soft head of that
member pressing between her nether cheeks, and she knew.

"No-eergh!!" she screamed out, forgetting the fingers closing about her throat
until they closed tight, choking her words and her breath off. "I warned you..." the
voice, huskier now with arousal unrestrained panted in her ear as he probed blindly
between her cheeks, finding that slightly sweaty little depression and setting himself
there..."No more out of you tonight if you want to get home on your own feet," it
warned..."Well...maybe one more _little_ scream.." it added, with a smile in its
voice...just as he thrust forwards and rammed himself into her ass with one thrust.

Akane didn't scream...she wouldn't give him the satisfaction is what she
thought to herself as she felt her anus expand and strain to accept the shaft, thicker
than Ranma's into that tightest of passages. But tears flooded her eyes...less for the
searing hot pain that flared into her guts, feeling like it would split her in two, than for
the thought of Ranma. She'd intended to give him her ass this very night...and now
this stranger was tearing it open, taking her last cherry here in a drafty alleyway like a
beast.

And he was enjoying it, she could tell...enjoying the power, enjoying the feeling
of her ass, slicked with her sweat and blood and the mucus inside as he found the going
easier to pump in and out of that tight little sphincter concealed between her generous
bottom. His fingers had loosened their grip when he had penetrated her, but still
barely allowed enough air to seep through into her lungs...blue sparks flashing like
thunderbolts before her eyes with each thrust and rip of that fleshy sword in her bowels.
And no matter what her conscious mind had determined before he had penetrated her,
the sensations coming from her butt were impossible to ignore.

And those sensations were powerful indeed...different from the ones she got
from the feeling of Ranma's cock in her pussy, but, even though the pain was still hot
and fresh, quite pleasurable nonetheless, the confused nerve endings there sending
mixed signals to her still-dazed mind...and if truth be told the pain itself was
pleasurable in it's own way for the over-stimulated girl, the adrenaline just enhancing
the endorphins starting to flood her system from the fucking. It was a surprise to her
though to find she could breath more normally, that the fingers on her throat had
loosened their deathgrip, and that she could hear herself moaning softly...not just the
shattered cries of the violation and humiliation, but moans of pleasure...

"That's right, slut.." the voice groaned heavily in her ear. She could feel the
cock swelling up inside of her as thrusting grew more insistent and powerful, slamming
her body against the rough wall. She could feel the concrete abrading her exposed
breast, already bruised purple by the powerful hand, now scraped raw and bleeding
against the concrete, her nipple still standing out powerfully erect against the torment.
She moaned as something in her mind gave way...no longer prideful, no longer cocky,
but now she was Akane the slut, being ass-raped in a deserted alleyway, spreading her
legs to let her assailant reach around and grab her sodden cunt roughly, two fingers
delving into her and roughly probing her insides, squeezing around her pubic bone as
the thrusts grew stronger and harder, until sharp teeth bit her earlobe, breaking the
skin in a couple of places, and she could feel the hot, rubbery squirt of his seed into her
ass.

The body slumped against her for a moment, all of that power seemingly
having been shot into her butt from his cock. If she had acted in that instant, she could
have broken free and attacked him easily...but instead she let out a gasp of frustration.
She had been close to coming, she knew it...and he had left her hanging here. In
desperation she ground her ass against the cock slowly softening in her buttocks.
Maybe she could stimulate him into finishing her off...

She did seem to spark some life back into him...but instead of continuing his
assult he pulled himself out as quickly as he had thrust into her. She could feel a
trickle of fluid, mingled semen and blood trickling from her violated asshole as she leant
against the wall, mewling in need, keeping her legs spread lewdly, hoping against hope
that he wasn't finished...even though she could hear him refastening his trousers.
Then that hand grabbed her collar...and with a smooth, powerful throw tossed her
casually further into the alleyway, leaving her sprawled on her back on a pile of garbage,
skirt flipped above her waist, legs akimbo, glistening, needy pussy staring up at him.

"Please..." the depraved girl moaned as she reached down with both of her
hands and spread her naked lips wide apart to show him everything...but he seemed
indifferent as he picked up his heavy rucksack and slung it over his back.
"Please...more.." she whimpered as he turned his back to her, picking up the heavy
bamboo umbrella which he had smashed her across the face with, only then turning to
face her, a smirk revealing one fang as he looked at her from under bushy browns and a
yellow-checked bandana.

"See you around, Akane-san," Ryouga smirked at her, but with all menace gone
from his voice. "Say hi to Ranma for me, though I'm sure I'll see him soon...I'm just
heading over to meet Shampoo before I come back to your father's home. It shouldn't
be long till we see each other again," he laughed, and left the girl, still spreading her lips
apart for him, mouthing silent entreaties for him to come and fuck her to the finish she
so badly needed.

How long she lay like that in the alleyway she didn't know...everything in her
mind was a fiery grey hazy of pain and passion as lay there mewling, pelvis slowly
gyrating as she humped the air, as if begging nearly-silently for anyone to come along
and finish the job her friend had started. But eventually, some sickly rational part of
her mind came back to her. Lying in the dirty alleyway waiting to be raped wasn't
going to finish the job. There was only one way that she was going to get relief for the
sickly-sweet ringing in her pussy.

So she stumbled to her feet and out of the alleyway, unsteadily lurching down
the street the few short blocks to her home. The few passerbys on the street at this
late hour all turned to stare at her, for she made quite a sight, quite apart from the
nearly-drunken way in which she lurched from side to side. With her blouse torn open
and her dress askew, one breast hung cleanly out of her garb, but was so scored and
bloodied from its scraping against the wall of the alleyway it might not even be taken
for a tit at first glance, while her ass hung out of the torn back of her skirt, a huge
hemisphere torn out of the garment leaving her completely bare, and clearly showing
the bloody lines that trickled from her torn ass. In a different state of mind surely
Akane would have been delightfully humiliated to be seen in such a state...but with her
mind a rush of needful hormones the stares and snickers went unheeded as she
stumbled through the gates of her home.

In the gates she stumbled, tilting wildly across the flagstones to the front door
of the house proper, sliding it open without caring to close it behind her. Instinct alone
guided her feet into the practiced kicks that sent her shoes skidding across the entryway,
stumbling on sock feet up the stairs to the house, ignoring the welcoming cries from her
father, from Genma and from Nabiki. She went straight to her room and swung open
the door.

As she had somehow intuited, Ranma was there before her, but he wasn't alone.
Kasumi was on her knees in front of him as he sat naked on her bed, her older sister
dressed in a leather harness, a dildo clearly protruding from between her nether cheeks
as her long brown hair swung up and down lightly as her head bobbed on Ranma's prick.
Ranma had been closing his eyes in rapture at the skillful blowjob from the eldest Tendo
girl...but as Akane had opened the door he had turned to look at her battered and raped
fiancee.

"So that's what kept you," he laughed as Akane collapsed to her knees in the
doorway, new tears springing to her eyes as she watched her sister suck Ranma's cock.
She had been so sure that he would fill her needs along with her holes! And now here
was was...being serviced already! "I tried to wait," Ranma went on with a smirk, "But
you know how it gets when you just can't stand it...Kasumi-san was nice enough to take
care of me," he laughed, smirking down at Kasumi as he reached down to grab her long
brown hair and pull on it sharply, yanking her mouth off of his cock and eliciting a cry of
pain from the eldest sister. "Look at what your sister's been up to while you've been
taking care of me," he ordered with a chuckle.

Obediently, Kasumi turned her head within his grasp, and let out a horrified
gasp at the sight of her bleeding sister crouched sobbing in the doorway.
"Akane-chan!" she cried out, pulling her head free of Ranma's grip and turning to face
her little sister. "Akane-chan, look at me!" she said firmly, in her most commanding
motherly voice.

Hesitantly Akane lifted her head to look her leather-clad sister in the eye...but
only briefly as her head was rocked back by a hard slap from Kasumi, one that brought
a surprised but by no means displeased smile to Ranma's face. "How dare you!"
Kasumi thundered in a voice surprisingly terrifying for one so mild. "Off enjoying
yourself while your husband was so needy!" she spat, swinging her arm back to her side.
"Well you'll get no sympathy from me!" she sniffed, before quickly turning back to
Ranma's crotch and burying her face in it again, gobbling the length of his member and
noisily resuming her sucking.

Akane could only watch as the two enjoyed themselves, kneeling splay-legged
in the door, pussy aching with an indominable itch, ass burning with searing pain as she
felt the tears reopening and fresh blood trickling down her cheeks onto the floor. She
needed to come so badly...but she couldn't touch herself. She couldn't give herself the
relief that was her husband, her Lord and Master's right to deal out to her. She could
only watch in erotic frustration, humiliation, pain as Ranma's fingers twisted in her
sister's hair, listen as she heard him groan, heard Kasumi gasp and choke, see the slimy
gobs of mingled spit and semen that escaped her lips as he came in her mouth, choking
her with the Volume of his come, Kasumi watering her mouth, making a soupy, sloppy
mess that she held in her mouth as she spun around to face her sister, spitting it all over
Akane's face, mingling with the tears coursing down her face to give her a messy,
disgusting mask.

"Akane-chan, you will come to my room after dinner," Kasumi ordered her
sister imperiously as she stood, reaching between her legs to adjust the dildo in her
backside, burying it deeper within her. "And I don't want you messing up any more of
your clothes," she added with a stern, motherly glare at her kneeling sister, "So you just
wear those until then," she smiled. "Ranma, if you would help me?" she turned with a
more than sisterly-loving smile to the boy who was readjusting her pants. "You may
talk with Akane-chan more freely after I've taken care of her." With a nod and a
smirking grin down at Akane, Ranma nodded and followed her out. "Whatever you
think is best, Kasumi-san," he smiled, shutting the door behind him and leaving Akane
crouched, bleeding and leaking on the carpet.

"Oh, kamisama....why are Wednesdays always so hard?!"