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Games	By : peterschell Category: +M to R > Ranma ½ Views: 34931 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in Ranma 1/2 or the series itself and will not be making any money from this fanfiction

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Warning, may be viewed as dark, Contains implied rape.
Keep telling yourself. It’s only make believe.

The boy across from Kasumi ran his eyes appreciatively over the exposed top of her breasts as she leaned forward. Kasumi shivered a bit at the heat in his gaze. This was not like nice Mr Maki, the gas man who had been raping her once a month for the last two years. He was a predicably commodity, and they’d been having sex for a year before Kasumi had suggested they spice things up a bit. Who knows what this boy would do if she suggested such a thing. He might do ‘anything’ to her. Kasumi felt herself growing aroused at the mere potential he offered.

The boy had been considering Kasumi’s question as to wether she could do anything else for him, as she’d been speculating about him, and now he answered. “My boss told me to give your sister a message.

Kasumi frowned. There seemed to be something bothering the poor boy. Reluctance, she thought. When he’d first arrived he’d been acting very confident and sure of himself, but as he’d gotten closer to the end of his meal, he’d begun to act as if he was not sure he wanted to continue. She felt alarmed at this thought. She was also a bit worried about what her sister might have gotten herself into. Maybe she should put her libido on hold and investigate that?

Kasumi adopted a firm, but fond, expression. “Now, when you say that, do you mean you are supposed to give her a message, or a ‘message’? To be honest, I know my little sister, and I’m afraid giving her a stern talking too would have little effect.”

The boy frowned at her, and seemed to gain some self-confidence as a definite glint showed in his eye. “Oh, a ‘message’, for sure,” he said.

“Oh, my, you weren’t going to cut off one of her fingers were you?” Kasumi said with dismay.

“What! No, of course not! You’ve been watching too much television. Besides, that’s for members who fail, not for outsiders.”

“Oh, then what sort of message were you going to give my little sister. I can assure you she is not easily impressed.”

The messenger puffed out his chest. “Oh, I think I could impress her.”

“I’m sure you could,” Kasumi said in an admiring tone. So, what sort of ‘message’ were you going to deliver. No, wait, let me guess,” She said. “I bet you were going to show her why she should not engage in things better left to men. You were going to show her what her proper position is. On her back, with her legs spread.” Kasumi said this with all the good nature of a six year old talking about his day. Inside a slow anger was building at the presumption of some thug coming into her home and threatening her sister. She ignored the fact that she’d just suggested what form that threat might take to him herself.

The messenger’s face wore an expression that was a bit stunned, but he swallowed nervously, and then nodded his head and said, “Something like that, yea.”

Kasumi frowned. “That does sound like a very stern message, but I’m afraid it’s not likely to make my sister listen to you. I’m afraid she does not hold her own virtue or chastity in high regard.” Across from her the boy’s face turned a bit red as it adopted an annoyed look. Kasumi assumed a thoughtful pose. “I think it would be much more effective if you were to rape me,” she said.

The messenger choked a bit, but managed to ask, “why do you say that?”

“Well, my sister cares for her family. I’m sure she would be much more impressed if she found me raped than if it happened to her,” Kasumi said in a matter of fact tone.

“So you think I should rape you.”

“Yes,” Kasumi said brightly. “I think that would be the best thing to do. I don’t know when Nabiki will get home, and I’m here now. I’m sure you have important things to do.”

“Yea, I suppose you have a point he said as he reached out and took hold of Kasumi’s dress between her breasts and tugged, pulling it open and spilling her breasts out into plain view.

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Kasumi screamed, causing the messenger to tumble backward, falling on his ass and releasing his hold on her dress. Kasumi clutched her dress over her exposed breasts and continued to scream.

“What the hell are you doing!” the messenger demanded, clamping his hands over his ears.

Kasumi stopped screaming and looked at him with a puzzled expression. “Why, I was protecting your job,” she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“My job!” the messenger asked, tentatively taking his hands from his ears. “What are you talking about?”

“Well, when you go back to your boss, he’s going to ask you if you delivered the ‘message’, right?”

“Yeah, so?”

“And it’s always a bad idea to lie to your boss, right?”

“He is a crime-lord,” he said in a tone that contained the words, ‘well, duh.’

“And when you say you delivered the ‘message’ you’ll be saying you raped me, right?” Kasumi said in a tone that implied that she’d made her point.”

The messenger didn’t agree. “I don’t get it.”

Kasumi gave a patient sigh. “Well you can hardly rape me if I let you have sex with me,” she said. “So of course I have to resist, or else you won’t be able to tell your boss you delivered the message without lying, and you said that would be a bad thing.”

The messengers eyes were a bit glazed, but he nodded. “I see your point. So what do you suggest we do.”

Kasumi considered. “Well, you could give me a ten count head start, and then chase me into the dojo. People are used to hearing screams coming from there. And, it has padded mats,” she added. Honestly, were all thugs this slow on the uptake?

What she did not mention was that it would also keep the house from becoming messy when she dealt with this little punk and sent a clear message to his boss about messing with the Tendo family. After he raped her of course. She had to let him prove he was scum, after all. It would not be nice to punish someone who did not deserve it.

“7,6,5,4,” Kasumi counted to herself. She was not running, not yet. But was striding along at a good pace. At “3,” she reached the door that faced the Dojo, at the same time heard steps in the house.

“Naughty boy,” Kasumi said, feeling a twisting sensation in her stomach. It was starting. With any luck this would be much more like her old days as the Warrior for Love and cleanliness, Pretty Sailor, White Porcelain, than the games she played with the delivery men. She did miss those days. Say what you would about Queen Grime’s shoddy housekeeping skills, she could whip up a well-hung and motivated Youma like no one else.

Kasumi stopped counting and stepped out onto the lawn. Trotting, with her hands cupping her breasts to keep them from jouncing too much in their current freedom, she headed toward the dojo.

“Hold it, bitch!” Mr. Messenger shouted, and Kasumi looked over her shoulder to see him exiting the house and breaking into a run.

“No, keep away!” Kasumi shouted, breaking into a full run herself. She lowered her hands so she could pump her arms and her breasts swayed and bounced, almost throwing her off her stride. She made it to the Dojo three paces in front of Mr. Messenger, but had barely gotten two steps inside when she felt his hands latching onto her shoulders.

The top of her dress was already ripped open at the front so it offered little resistance when Mr. Messenger pulled back on it. The fabric slid off of Kasumi’s shoulders and down her arms, balling up and trapping her limbs like a pair of Chinese-finger-cuffs, pulling them behind her at the same time. To add to the effect, Mr Messenger twisted the fabric to draw Kasumi’s arms tightly together behind her back, which made her breasts thrust out provocatively.

Mr. Messenger was suitably provoked. Pulling on her trapped arms he dragged her back against his body as one of his hands circled her chest to cup a breast. Kasumi let out a little gasp as his warm hand fondled her.

“You got big tits, girl. Bet you enjoy that!” He growled. Bet your sister is forced to wear skimpy barely there swimsuits to compete with you at the beach,” he continued as he brought his other hand around to join the first and held her tight against him as he squeezed and mauled her amble bosom.

“They do say that more than a handful is a waste,” Messenger mused. He didn’t act like he though Kasumi’s tits were a waste, not the way he lovingly squeezed and compressed them, making her flesh flow first one way and then another.

“No,”Kasumi protested his treatment, but she was trapped between a pair of hard hands, and a stiff prick, which was jamming into her ass through her skirt. A thrill went through Kasumi as she realized that Messenger had let his cock out for some fresh air at some point during the chase. Maybe even as early as when he’d still been in the dining room.

“Bet these babies took a long time to grow this big,” Messenger remarked. “Bet you started really early?” Kasumi didn’t answer his poorly worded question, manly because she didn’t realize he expected an answer, until that is he pinched both her nipples painfully between his thumb and forefingers. “Didn’t you?”

“eeeeeee,” Kasumi squeaked in pain even as desire flashed through her mind. “Yes, yes! I needed a training bra when I was nine.”

“Nine, imagine that. Some girls don’t show even a bump before they are thirteen.” he said, with, strangely, a touch of bitterness in his tone. Bet all the little boys in junior high were walking around with junior league boners whenever you walked by. You ever give them a taste or a touch?

“No, of course not!” Kasumi said in indignation.

“But I hear you were class president all through Junior-high and High School,” he said in a casual tone as he tugged her breasts apart from each other and them smooshed them back against themselves. “Sure you didn’t run a little campaign office, say in the supply shed. One good feel per vote.”

“No, I’d never!” Kasumi gasped in outrage.

Messenger continued on as if she hadn’t spoken. “Or maybe you offered an even better deal. Maybe you handed out blowjobs for votes. Bet you got real good at those, all those years of sucking off all those horny little boys. Of course it don’t take a lot of talent to blow a kid. Why don’t you show me what you learned in school?” As he said this Messenger pinched her nipples and tugged downward, leaning forward.

Kasumi’s knees went weak as he bent her forward and pulled her down, her legs folded and she settled to her knees. She let out a gasp as her poor nipples were finally released and blood flooded back into them making them crinkle and harden as they engorged with arousal.

Messenger placed a hand on her head to hold her in place as he stepped around her kneeling form to stand in front of her. Just as she had thought his long slender penis waved in the air, jutting out through his undone fly. Her eyes widened at the length of him. None of her male friends were anywhere near that big. Of course he didn’t hold a candle to a Youma. But, on the other hand, she no longer had the durable body of a Magical Girl. “Suck it!” he ordered, moving his hips forward.

Kasumi very much wanted to do that, but in keeping with the role she was playing she kept her mouth shut and twisted her head as his cock prodded at her closed lips, sliding across them and moistening them with pre-cum. “I said suck it!” Messenger yelled, using both hands to force her head back toward him and pushing at her closed lips with his erection, pressing them back against her teeth. It wasn’t painful, but it soon would be and Kasumi whimpered as she opened her mouth and allowed him to push his manhood inside.

Messenger shuddered, and for a frightening second Kasumi feared he was going to cum right here and now. That would not speak well of his control, though she guessed it would be a compliment to her, in a way. She felt his hands clench in her hair and he stiffened holding her head still as half his cock soaked inside her mouth, the head brushing against the back of her throat. All those tentacles had gone a long way to teach Kasumi to suppress her gag reflex and she worked her throat, massaging the end of his prick.

Messenger let out a little gasp and pulled back slightly, away from her attentions. “You’re good!” he gasped, his voice betraying surprise, and what sounded a bit like amazement. “Poor boy, Kasumi was willing to bet he’d never had a really good blowjob before. Most girls thought that just sticking it in your mouth and sucking on it was all there was to the art. Maybe Kasumi had never done what he’d accused her of, but many a youma had been distracted by her skills while her teammates recovered enough to dust his ass.

Messenger seemed uncertain as to what to do, so Kasumi took the initiative away from him. When she felt his hands relax slightly in her hair she slid her head forward smoothly taking his full length deep into her mouth, and down her throat till her nose was buried in his pubic hair. A very sparse bush actually, he must trim, she thought, even as she felt him swell in her mouth. He let out a gasp and she felt him press himself against her face as if trying to get even more of himself into her. She hadn’t even had to give him her famous throat ripple yet. Clearly he was new to this.

He came, jism pumping down his cock and into her belly, she hastily pulled her head back so the last few shots filled her mouth. She savored the familiar taste. Except where hygiene entered into it, most men tasted similar, though there were slight variations. Not like Youma who were more varied than Berti Bott’s Many Flavored Beans. She had always supposed it had to do with what they were made of. There had been that one created from an ice cream freezer, and contents. She’s really regretted seeing him reduced to recycled scrap. Kasumi let her lips part slightly so a trace of sperm dribbled out and ran down her chin, the men always seemed to like that. And, whatever other failings the boy had, he certainly provided lots of tasty cream for her to lick up.

Kasumi felt Messenger growing soft in her mouth and she started to bring her true talent into play, moving forward she took all of him into her mouth again, an easier task this time. Sucking, she pulled backward, stretching him out, and then slurping him back up like an over sized noodle. Kasumi really hoped he had at least one more time in him. She’s really hate to break his legs without getting a chance to take some pleasure from him first.

It would be sad, he seemed like a nice man. But, she really had no choice if she wanted to protect Nabiki. Messenger would have to be used to send a message to his boss. Nerima was still off limits to his sort. She was surprised he’d had the nerve to try it. It had been some time since she and her friends had cleaned up the town, of course. Still, Kasumi had rather thought the presence of Ranma and his friends would have reminded the upper echelon of the local syndicates that bad things happened to bad people in this area.

She needn’t have worried about Messenger being a one shot wonder, however. The young man recovered quickly under her skilled oral massage and it was only two minutes before he pulled his steel hard cock from her mouth, freshly tempered and ready to do battle again.

The poor man was gasping slightly, but had more than enough strength to push her backward onto the mat. “No, please, you’ve had your pleasure, leave me alone!” Kasumi pleaded, crossing her legs to protect her ‘treasure’.

“Not even started,” Messenger grunted as he worked to force her legs apart.

Kasumi finally had to relent slightly and allow him to do so. Really, couldn’t they find a thug with a bit more muscle tone. He quickly got his legs between hers to hold them open. Shoving her skirt up, she saw his eyes go wide, and she actually found herself blushing for real. She really hadn’t expected anyone to get a peek today, and it felt so good to walk around with nothing on under her dress. And shaving made her feel so neat and clean. So there was nothing between her and him but air.

“My, how convenient,” Messenger said. Kasumi had to suppress a giggle. His voice actually sounded a bit shocked and disapproving.

“It didn’t stop him from reaching forward and cupping her sex, running his thumb along the underside. Drawing it up, he parted her lower lips, already engorged with her arousal and dipping his thick digit into the wetness that he found there.

“My, aren’t you the little slut. All hot and wet from giving the big bad man a blowjob,” he remarked, working his thumb into her clutching passage.

“No! Please!” Kasumi begged, writhing under his touch as if trying to pull herself away. Not, of course, to push herself harder against his hand. Kasumi’s large clit was fully erect and exposed and his fingers found it, which pleased her, maybe he was not so unpracticed as he seemed. Even with her larger than normal endowment it was surprising how few men, or Youma, could find that little bud, or even bothered to try.

Kasumi had become very aroused during her encounter with Messenger, so when he pinched her gently, she was more than ready to orgasm, and did so with enthusiasm. “No, no, no!” she cried out as if deeply ashamed of her bodies reaction all the while pumping her hips upward against Messenger’s hand.

The temptation proved more than Messenger could stand and he lowered his body, using the hand still pressed against her sex to guide himself into her. He sheathed his member with one long push that brought a gasp from Kasumi as she orgasmed again and clenched around him. She hadn’t felt this full in three years. Maybe she’d only break one of his legs.

Messenger gasped himself, and was soon gasping constantly as he pounded into her clenching vessel. Kasumi knew he would not last long at the rate he was going and focused on wringing as much pleasure as she could from him before she had to turn him into an object lesson. She wrapped her long legs around his waist and planted her heels below his tight firm ass. Skillfully she used her muscular legs to moderate and control his motions, maximizing the pleasure for both of them.

Despite Kasumi’s efforts, and it being his second time in ten minutes, Messenger did not last long. He had only been pumping Kasumi for two minutes before he reared up, his face twisted into a strained grimace as he fought to hold on for just a few more strokes, but then he gave up the effort and with a heartfelt cry of “Show Me the Money!!” Plunged deep into Kasumi and spilled his seed.

Messenger fell forward onto Kasumi, resting his still clothed body on her mostly nude form as he panted in an effort to regain his strength.

Kasumi stroked his back through his shirt and shuddered through several small orgasms as he shrank inside her cunt. When the last one ended she gave a small gasp and softly whispered. “What a nice fuck, Nabiki. Thank you.”

“No, no, please. I’m sor, sor, sorry,” Nabiki sobbed as she wiggled helplessly on Kasumi’s lap. And just as she had for the past two minutes Kasumi ignored her younger sister’s pleading and brought the hairbrush she was holding down hard on Nabiki bare backside. The already red bottom darkened to an even deeper crimson as the back of the brush smacked against her very tender flesh.

Five more times the brush smacked Nabiki’s bruised fundament before Kasumi set the hair brush on the bed beside her and helped the crying Nabiki up off her lap. Nabiki, stood on legs that were just more than a bit shaky and shot a nasty, if tear stained, look at her big sister. “You have a funny way of saying thank’s Kasumi,” she said tearfully as she gingerly rubbed her sore bottom.

Nabiki had been spanked by both Ranma and Ryouga, but that had been sexual foreplay and more like rough fondling than actual punishment. What had just happened had been a real spanking. A very embarrassing thing to happen to a sophisticated girl like herself. It had hurt like hell and she’d shamed herself by blubbering like a baby and pleading for mercy. So why was she so fucking turned on. It was all she could do to not clench her thighs together in reaction to the need she was feeling for some stimulation between her legs.

“I’m sorry, Nabiki,” Kasumi said. She did sound sorry, but there was also something in her voice that said she’d do it again in a second if she thought she had to. “What you did was very stupid, and could have been very dangerous for you. What if father had discovered us. I know you think he is silly, but he is a very dangerous man in the right situation, and finding his daughter being raped would be one of those. You might have been badly injured or even killed.”

Nabiki was not about to let a good mad go that easy. She wiped the tears from her face with the back of her arm and glared at her older sister, only to drop her eyes as Kasumi returned the stare with one of her own. “Bull! You’d never have started that little game if you thought for a second Daddy might walk in on us,” she said, but it sounded weak even in her own ears.

Kasumi sighed. She was not about to tell her little sister that she herself had been seconds from breaking Nabiki’s legs as an object lesson to whoever had sent her. She was quite comfortable with no one stopping to think that the eldest daughter of a family of marital artists might just have some talent in that direction. “That as may be, Nabiki, but I could have been wrong, or it could have been I was setting up a man who was a threat to my sister.”

“That stopped Nabiki ass rubbing for a second, “you’d do that for me?” she asked in surprise.

“Of course I would, Nabiki. I love you.”

Nabiki flinched as her hand touched a particular tender spot. “You have a funny way of showing it.” She repeated.

“Not at all. Love means you must be prepared to sacrifice for the one you care for, even if it means losing their affection. I do hope you have learned your lesson from this and won’t be so incautious the next time.”

“Next time?” Nabiki asked

Kasumi blushed, and lowered her eyes shyly. “Well I was hoping that you might be willing to play again. Only this time letting me know ahead of time.”

Nabiki rubbing her sore bottom seemed to consider this, and as she did, a smile that said, Vengeance will be mine, appeared on her face. “Oh, I think I can manage that Kasumi-chan, And I think I might even be able to find some playmates to join us.

Kasumi looked up in surprise. “Who?”

Nabiki merely grinned that grin and said. “It’s a secret,”

Author’s notes:

Don’t go looking for stories featuring, The Warrior for Love and cleanliness, Pretty Sailor, White Porcelain, ^_^

I’d just finished watching several magic girl shows when I did this story and had noticed how many of them had the girl spend a year, or two if it got renewed, as a magical girl, and then she went back to her normal life with her family never having know her secret.

That got me to thinking. What if Kasumi had been a magical girl all those years before. I never wrote that, but it did inspire a background story for this Kasumi. I hope the concept gives you a chuckle.

I also couldn’t resist a little Slayers in joke at the end there. ^_^

Hsaotome: I’m expanding a lot of scenes, and writing brand new ones. The Ryouga/Ranma one in the last chapter was all new. But I have a lot of material to convert. Don’t worry. The girl’s are going to get lots of action in full detail. As you saw in this chapter.
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