Moxibustion Violation
by H. Saotome

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Continuing the divergence from the manga series "Ranma 1/2", in which
the piece of the moxibustion chart containing the cure for Ranma's
weakness originally remained in Happosai's possession, but Ryoga now has
it. Dark. M/F, n/c, BDSM, Tort.

Disclaimer: I do not own "Ranma 1/2". This story was written for
non-commercial purposes only.

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Chapter 28

Ukyo lay on the futon, catching her breath, as Ryoga slowly removed her
bonds. It had been an incredibly long day, starting with her nearly
fruitless stakeout of the Tendo home, then the discovery of just how
perverted Akane really was, followed by the torture of Akane and a
little bit of fun afterward, succeeded by the fight with Ryoga in which
she was knocked unconscious, and finally her own torture and rape. She
carefully made no show of belligerence as the bastard finally released
her.

Until the last rope came off. At that point Ukyo's foot rocketed up, to
slam heavily into Ryoga's chin. His head rocked back and the young woman
somersaulted backward to land on her feet in a fighting stance. She
wished that she could take time to get dressed first, but the asshole
might leave any minute, and she had a ton of rage to work off.

"Now that wasn't very nice," her rapist commented, massaging his chin.

"It wasn't goddamned meant to be!" Ukyo shouted, launching a roundhouse
kick for his skull, followed by two quick punches. All were casually
blocked, with the boy choosing to merely absorb the power of the blows
rather than bothering to deflect them. Ukyo looked with longing at her
battle spatula leaning against the wall on his far side, but for the
moment she had to fight with what she had.

"I thought we had a deal," Ryoga pointed out, continuing to defend
himself but making no counterattack. He gave no ground, nor allowed his
recent victim to work her way around to his other side.

Ukyo snarled her reply. "I'm still not convinced that wasn't just a load
of bullshit. And I ... wasn't exactly thinking straight." She lunged for
a couple of spatulas on the floor, ripping off the wires and holding the
razor edges outward.

Ryoga sighed. He darted forward, the edges of his hands cutting in like
blades. The maneuver surprised the chef, just a little, although she
reacted by instinct, slashing at his forearms.

Except the chopping thrusts turned out to be a feint. The boy pulled his
arms back so that the flashing spatulas missed by millimeters, and in
the same moment his foot yanked up on the mop handle, tearing out the
spatulas which pinned it to the floor. Ryoga used the mop to block
Ukyo's spatulas as they returned in vicious backhands. The mop handle
was sliced into three pieces, but the blades were slowed just enough by
the impact that Ryoga was able to drop the remains and seize Ukyo's
wrists in the iron vises of his hands.

"So what're you gonna do now?" he sneered.

Ukyo replied by kicking him hard, right in the balls.

Ryoga gave a grunt and bent forward a little, but didn't release the
girl's hands. "Okay," he wheezed, "I'll grant you that part of me isn't
quite as tough as the rest." He squeezed his hands, making Ukyo yelp.
"Drop 'em" he ordered.

She tried to kick him again, but he twisted to the side so that her foot
collided with his thigh instead. Which had no apparent effect. As his
grip tightened further, she surrendered with a cry and the two spatulas
bounced on the floor.

With a quick move Ryoga pulled her in close, pinned both wrists behind
her back in one of his hands, and grabbed her throat with the remaining
hand. He applied pressure, just enough to make breathing difficult.

"Are you gonna behave?" he asked harshly.

"You're nothing but a filthy pig," she spat.

He squeezed harder, making her vision dim. "I tried to be nice," he told
her. "I offered to let you in on the fun, to have all the revenge you
want. On Ranma and Akane, that is. Just forget any idea of getting
revenge on me. Now I happen to think it would be funny to see you
getting your rocks off with Ranma while Akane watches helplessly. But
I'm not gonna put up with any more bullshit from you. So this is your
last chance to be reasonable."

"Why should I believe anything you've said?" Ukyo demanded.

Ryoga eased his grasp a trifle. "I don't suppose you have any reason to.
But you might think about the chance you could be passing up."

She looked to the side, so she wouldn't have to see his face. "Can you
at least tell me what this mysterious hold is you're supposed to have
over them?"

His answer sounded honestly regretful. "No, that's private. But I'll
tell you a few things about what's going on. First of all, in case you
didn't know it, Ranma still has that weakness thing. He didn't find a
cure. Second, Akane has it now, too. She's just as weak as he is."

Ukyo blinked. "You're shitting me," she remarked. Yet as she considered
how little resistance Akane had given earlier, the teenager found
herself starting to believe.

"No, she really is," Ryoga told her straightforwardly. "Which means
neither she nor Ranma are in much position to stop anyone from doing
whatever they want with 'em. Well, Ranma's still a bit dangerous.
Pressure points and that sort of shit. But he knows to behave if he
doesn't want Akane hurt."

"Wait a sec." Ukyo frowned. "Does that mean Akane really was raped? Like
she told me?"

Ryoga shrugged. "Depends on your point of view, I suppose. How much
slack you're willing to cut her. What I know for a fact is she gets off
on it, which doesn't much sound like rape to me. But what do I know?
Anyway, do you really care? About the bitch who stole your guy? Here's
the facts. Akane and Ranma are planning to get married, no matter what
you or I say. Akane's also a horny little slut who gets turned on
getting fucked by a bunch of bastards. For that matter, Ranma's quite
the little slut in her girl form, as well. The way I see it, anything
that's happened to them so far is no more than they deserve, and they
got a hell of a lot more coming to them yet."

Ukyo chewed at her lip. It was sure as hell true that Akane hadn't
looked to be in any distress when she left Michio's house earlier. And
that guy on the bridge ...! She hadn't given so much as a peep of
protest despite the people passing by. And Ukyo was still filled by a
boiling rage over having her fiance stolen from her, especially given
everything he owed her. In the end what Ryoga said made sense, the two
idiots did deserve whatever they got, or were getting, from this.

"I still need to see proof," she told him. "But if you haven't gone
insane, then I'm in." Her voice hardened. "On the other hand, if you
touch me again, I'll cut your balls off. Speaking of which, let me the
fuck go!"

Ryoga laughed and released her, stepping backward. "No dice on the not
touching you again. Not if you want to play with my toys, because that's
my price. But I'm the only one you'll have to put out for. You'll be off
limits to the other guys."

Ukyo closed her arms over her chest, doing her best to ignore her nudity
further down. Letting this bastard screw her again was pretty high on
her list of things for which she'd rather see hell freeze first. Even if
he had made her come pretty hard. The fucker. Ukyo sighed. On the other
hand, she'd give just about anything to be able to order Akane and Ranma
to do the sort of things he promised. Even if it meant letting a
complete asshole fuck her brains out.

"Like I said," she finally told him, "I want proof. If you really come
through on your end of the deal, then ..." Ukyo's face twisted. "Then
I'll stick to my end of the deal. Once in a while. Not too damned
often."

Ryoga put his hands behind his head. "It won't be that frequent. I got
two cunts at home to take care of my daily needs."

Then he lowered his arms and his face grew more serious. "But you'd
better remember not to get stupid. No injuries. Nothing permanent like
tattoos. Nothing that's going to reveal our little game to everyone. In
fact, no telling anyone who doesn't already know. That's ..." He started
ticking off his fingers. "Hikaru, the twerp that was here earlier,
Michio Yuzuki, Tanjiro, Kaori, Raiden, Katsuo, Takeo, Hiroshi and, uh,
Daisuke. Afraid I can't remember too many of their last names yet, but
you know 'em all from school."

Ukyo gaped. "Hiroshi and Daisuke? You mean, Ranma's friends?"

"Yeah," Ryoga laughed. "I think that was an idea of that bastard
Michio's. A pretty good one though, making Ranma screw his two best
friends. Yeah, they're part of the gang."

Ukyo just shook her head.

Ryoga continued to grin. "Ah well. It's getting late, and I need sleep
so my balls can fill up for tomorrow. I'll let you know when you can
have a turn. Everyone other than me is on a schedule, but I won't make
you wait too long. Maybe tomorrow, but we'll see." He turned away.
"Don't worry. I'll see myself out."

"Yeah. If you can find the fucking door," the girl behind him muttered.

Ryoga didn't bother with a response, or even give an indication he had
heard the comment. He left the room and, a minute later, Ukyo heard the
door downstairs close.

Ukyo sighed before glancing at her discarded clothes. Changing her mind,
she decided to slip into a kimono, get her bathing supplies, and make a
quick trip to the public bath. She felt dirty. Looking down, she frowned
with distaste at a trail of semen running down the inside of her thigh.
/Extremely dirty,/ she amended in her thoughts.

                               o - o - o

As the hour drew close to lunchtime, it occurred to Akane that she had
not seen Ranma since breakfast. Nor, for that matter, had she seen
Ryoga, even at breakfast. But she assumed that the latter had simply let
in - not that she really cared so long as he wasn't making demands of
her. On the other hand, she *did* care about Ranma's absence, wondering
if he might have taken off somewhere without telling her, let alone
inviting her to go with him. He'd need to get back soon if he was going
to eat with her and Kasumi. Plus, Hiroshi and Daisuke would be coming
over shortly after for another training session.

Deciding to check whether he might be hanging around the house somewhere
after all, she quickly checked his bedroom, the living room, the
kitchen, and the bathing room. Curiously, her sister Kasumi wasn't in
any of those places either. Stepping outside, Akane peeked into the
dojo, which also proved empty, then circled the house. She stopped just
a quarter of the way around when she spotted Ranma up on the balcony,
leaning against the railing with his eyes closed, the slight breeze
ruffling his hair. The mystery of Kasumi's whereabouts was also answered
as she noticed her sister out of the corner of her eye, around the next
side of the house hanging laundry on the line.

Walking over to a point immediately beneath the balcony, Akane called up
softly, "Mind if I join you?"

Ranma shrugged his shoulders without saying anything. Taking a moment to
focus her ki as he was teaching her, Akane bunched her legs and jumped.
She barely made it - in fact, didn't make it, having to grab hold of the
railing from the outside and pull herself up and over. With a final
heave she dropped to her feet beside him, offering a cocky grin, then
frowned when his lips barely curved upward in answer.

"What's eating you?" she demanded, punching him lightly on the shoulder.

"Eh, this and that." He sighed. "The bastard was a real asshole last
night while we were searching for those creeps ... especially after we
found them." He carefully avoided looking in Akane's direction.

Akane grimaced. "Eew. He didn't make you ... do anything with them? Did
he?"

Ranma gagged. "Ugh. No. Though come to think of it, the fucker did
threaten to. But they ran off. Thankfully. It's just, what he was doing
to me before they showed up. And after."

"Oh. Well ... that's not exactly anything new, is it? And besides, he's
not here right now, and I am. So how about cheering up some?"

Ranma couldn't help smiling a little more on hearing this, but was
simultaneously a little irritated that she was trying to make him forget
his funk. "Huh. Well, what about you? Aren't you bothered by what Michio
and those other freaks made you do last night?" He suddenly remembered
his anger over not being able to go with her, to watch over her. "They,
uh, I hope they didn't do anything *too* goddamned ugly. Did they?"

Akane's face fell, as she realized that of course he didn't know about
Ukyo yet.

Before she could draw breath to reply, Ranma's face clouded on seeing
her expression, and his hands curled into fists. "I'm gonna fucking
*kill* those bastards."

Akane shook her head, causing her fiance to frown in confusion. "Not
them. Something else happened last night. Um ..." She wasn't sure how to
tell him, then decided to just spit it out. "Ukyo's back. She caught me
last night, before I got home. She, um, she wasn't very happy with me."

Ranma looked blank for a moment, then his face darkened again. He forgot
completely about his own disgust with Ryoga, memories of his own recent
encounters with Ukyo rising unbidden, worry and frustrated helplessness
combining to bring his temper to a boil.

"What - did - she - do?" he asked through gritted teeth, each word
encased in ice.

Akane eyed him uneasily. She hesitated at the thought of coming right
out and telling him. "Nothing that much worse than other things that've
been done to us," she answered quietly but firmly. "It was more what
else she had in mind. But Hikaru put a stop to that. Or, I mean, Ryoga
did. After Hikaru went and got him."

Ranma's eyes widened. "And why the hell didn't you come and get me
instead of Gosunkugi? Or that pig Ryoga? Why am I only just hearing
about it now?"

Akane closed her eyes and tried to project calm. "I couldn't very well
tell you over the breakfast table with Kasumi sitting right there, and
you disappeared after that. And, well, I didn't really want to think
about it. Not right away. And as for getting Hikaru or Ryoga to help me,
I couldn't get anybody. I was tied up at Ukyo's place. She made the
mistake of calling Hikaru herself, and he got Ryoga. You were, um,
asleep when I got home, and I didn't want to wake you up. I just wanted
to go to bed and go to sleep, and try to put it all behind me."

Opening her eyes, she could see that he still looked hurt. Hurt and
furious. He turned his gaze away. "So they just rode off to the rescue
without me, huh? They figured I'm too weak to be of any use, is that it?
So Ukyo had you tied up. And just what was she doing that she needed to
tie you up? What aren't you telling me. What did that bitch do to you?"

Akane took a deep breath. "First, I don't know why Hikaru and Ryoga
didn't say anything to you before leaving. Maybe you were already
asleep. And it would have been Ryoga's decision. You know that. If he
said not to tell you, Hikaru wouldn't have had any choice."

She paused, trying to see if her words were having any effect. Maybe his
shoulders slumped a tiny fraction more. Or maybe she was just imagining
things. Taking another breath, she went on, "Ukyo seems to have gotten
some idea that I'm ... um, really promiscuous. And that I used that to
steal you from her." Ranma snorted, and couldn't help a small grin,
although it faded quickly. "She attached some wires to me with spatulas
and gave me electric shocks, and made me say things ..."

"She *what*?!" he roared.

Akane looked around frantically. "Keep your voice down, baka! Kasumi
will hear you!" After another look, she continued quietly. "Okay, yeah,
it hurt. But some of the other things the gang have done to me have hurt
just as bad. Hell, even worse. Believe me, I'll live." She took another
deep breath. "That wasn't the really bad thing."

Ranma couldn't believe his ears. "It wasn't?"

She shook her head. "No. The really awful thing, the thing she planned
to do after that, well, after she ... uh, that doesn't matter. But what
she planned to do next was to get all the boys from the hentai horde to
come over there last night." Akane gripped the railing more tightly. "To
have them all ... take turns with me. Except ..."

Ranma interrupted. The words were forced from him. "I'm going over
there. Right now. I'll paralyze her arms and legs, then I'll put a
pillow over her face, and she's never going to ..."

"Stop it!" Akane hissed. "Don't you dare talk about doing something like
that! Besides, I think Ryoga took care of her. That's what I was about
to say. Except she made the mistake of calling Hikaru first. And he
brought Ryoga. And Ryoga knocked Ukyo out, and untied me. And Hikaru
brought me home. And Ryoga was planning to lay down the law to Ukyo."
Akane put her hand on Ranma's arm. "And so I don't think we should plan
on doing anything until we find out what Ryoga said to her."

"I don't like it," Ranma said. "I'm tired of all of these bastards
having their way with us, and us not being able to do anything about it.
I want ..."

What he might want was left unsaid. At that moment a couple of ladders
banged into the balcony railing, and four miniature painters appeared in
front of them, slopping paint on the railing with brushes.

"What the *hell* are you doing?" Ranma demanded.

"Painting this balcony," one of the short men answered.

"Coming through!" one of the other men shouted, swiping his paintbrush
past Ranma's head.

"Hey! Watch it!" Ranma yelled, barely leaning back in time. Then his
eyes widened. "You're those freaks! The ones after my pigtail!"

"Aha!" the leader exclaimed. "So you *are* that girl from last night!"
He shook his head, before adding, "Bit of the pot and kettle calling us
freaks, wouldn't you say?"

At the same moment, two of the men, one on each side of Ranma, threw
their paint pails straight at his head. Ranma ducked underneath them
just in time. Unfortunately, the two pails collided with one another
right above his head. They dropped straight down, covering the young man
from head to toe in white paint.

"Oh ... my," Akane said weakly, one hand over her mouth.

Ranma just sat there, his butt planted on the floor between his heels,
his knees splayed out to either side. He blinked owlishly, his eyes
shockingly blue in the midst of his pure white features.

One of the little men patted Ranma on the shoulder. "Guess you'd better
wash your hair now, huh? Not to mention the rest of you?" He looked down
at his white palm with a grimace.

Suddenly realizing their goal, Ranma yelled, "My pigtail's staying right
where it is! No way I'm gonna untie it!"

The four Chinese men pulled shears out of their pockets. "Be a good
little boy. Or girl. Or whatever," one of them said.

"You're not touching me," Ranma told them. Faster than the eye could
track, he reached out and hit pressure points on all of their arms and
legs, paralyzing them. Little dots of white were left where his finger
struck.

"Hey, no fair!" they complained.

"Shall I call the police?" Akane asked hesitantly.

Ranma didn't have a chance to reply as the balcony door slid open with a
bang. "What the hell's going on out here?" Ryoga demanded.

"Um. Heh heh," the little men got out, as they recognized the violent
bloke from the night before. They increased their struggles to move
their limbs, uselessly.

"Oh, it's you idiots," Ryoga said with a grumble. "Haven't you learned
your lesson yet?" He picked them up one by one, and drop kicked them
into the distance.

"I was planning to deal with them myself," Ranma snarled.

"Yeah, whatever," Ryoga brushed this off. Looking the other boy over
more critically, he suggested, "Don't you think you oughta go wash up?"

Ranma grumbled some more, but the would be pigtail-nappers were gone,
and he was feeling pretty sticky. He dropped over the railing and landed
lightly on the ground, then headed for the back door and the bathing
room beyond. Leaving a trail of white splotches behind.

Kasumi looked up from the washing machine as the white apparition
stomped by. "Oh my! What happened?"

"I'd rather not talk about it," Ranma replied in passing. He stripped
off his shirt and pants as he entered the bathing room. Kasumi watched
as Ryoga and Akane came in and followed him, then decided out of
curiosity to join them. Seeing the others gather around, Ranma removed
his thumbs from the waistband of his boxers just before pulling them
down. He decided not to argue but just marched over to the shower and
lifted down the showerhead.

Spinning the knob Ranma began at the top, washing the paint out of his
hair. He found himself feeling thankful again, despite all the other
crap the old pervert had put him through, that water of ordinary
temperatures no longer changed him into a girl. Holding the showerhead
with one hand, the scrubbed the fingers of his other hand through his
hair, trying to get rid of all of the paint. The tight braid of his
pigtail was particularly resistant to these efforts.

"You know, that would work a lot better if you untied your pigtail,"
Akane suggested.

His only answer was a grunt.

Ryoga frowned. "What are you, nuts? She's right."

"Who asked you?" Ranma snarled. "I can take care of this myself."

"But you won't get all the paint out if you don't untie it," Kasumi
pointed out in her best pleasantly bewildered voice.

Suppressing any further snarl for Kasumi's sake, Ranma replied as
patiently as he could, "I don't care."

"Come on, don't be stupid," Akane said brusquely. She grabbed for his
hair, but Ranma spun around, whipping the pigtail out of her reach.

"I said *no*," Ranma told them, a bit of snarl working its way back into
his voice. He retreated a couple of steps away from Akane.

Ryoga was merely standing there, watching the scene with raised
eyebrows. It didn't really matter to him if Ranma was fool enough not to
want to get all the paint out. On the other hand, as Ranma stepped away
from Akane, this brought him closer to Kasumi, and unlike Ryoga she was
unable to ignore Ranma's needs.

Ranma suddenly found his shoulders held in the grip of the older girl.
"Ranma-kun, you are being foolish," she informed him sternly. "We have
to get the paint out. Now hold still while I untie your pigtail."

"I said *no*!" he nearly shouted, struggling to free himself from her
hold. It was useless, however. In his weakened state, the young man
couldn't have freed himself from the grasp of a toddler.

"That will be quite enough," Kasumi told him. Realizing that she could
easily hold him in place with one hand, she released one shoulder and
deftly untied the knot in the string at the end of his pigtail.

"No, don't!" Ranma yelled, thrashing and trying desperately to escape.
"I said leave it alone!"

"There!" Kasumi declared at last, pulling the string free. The ends of
the three entwined ropes of hair waved freely. The girl reached for them
to start separating the strands.

Except she missed. Even as her hand was reaching forward, the end of his
hair descended several centimeters. And kept descending. Kasumi pulled
her hand back, startled. Her eyes widened as Ranma's hair reached the
small of his back, and continued growing even longer. She took a step
backward, releasing his shoulder.

Ranma spun to put his back to the wall, staring at the other three out
of frightened eyes. Hoping they hadn't seen the truth, knowing that they
had. The hair appeared behind his legs. Seconds later the tips brushed
the floor, then began to pool there.

"What the *hell*?!" Ryoga exclaimed. "What the *fuck* is wrong with your
hair, man?"

"Language, Ryoga-kun," Kasumi admonished. "Er, Ranma, what *is*
happening to your hair?"

Ranma stood there, mute, eyes darting around, seeking an escape from the
three who surrounded him.

"Come on, baka, you might as well tell us," Akane urged. Hesitantly she
suggested, "Does this have something to do with the dragon's whisker?"

Ranma sagged in defeat. "Can I have it back?" he asked quietly, holding
his hand toward Kasumi. Absently, she placed the string in his palm.

The boy reached back behind his head and gathered his hair in his hands,
before realizing that it was much too long to tie, and he didn't have
any scissors. Looking down at the puddle of hair piling up around his
feet, it was also apparent he wouldn't be able to move around very
easily. Looking back up, he asked Kasumi plaintively, "Could you please
help me, here?"

Kasumi nodded silently, then stepped back out into the changing room
where she got a pair of scissors from the cabinet over the sink. Coming
back in, she cut Ranma's hair off close to his head. As it grew back out
over the next few seconds, the young woman braided it together, tying
the pigtail off with the string just as it reached its former length.
After several seconds passed, it was clear that the growth had stopped.

Akane cleared her throat. "So ... I assume there's a story?"

Ranma nodded morosely. "It was in China, just after I got cursed," he
told his rapt audience. "I left pop back in camp, and I was wandering
around looking for anything edible. We'd run out of food back before
Jusenkyo, and I hadn't had anything to eat since that disaster with
Shampoo."

He noted the frowns on two of the faces. Akane, of course, would just as
soon prefer to forget how Shampoo had chased Ranma across China and all
the way to her home. At least she and the others had returned to the
village of the Joketsuzoku, hopefully forever. Ryoga was no doubt
reliving his own memories of Jusenkyo and its aftermath. Not wishing to
deal with either of those matters, Ranma sighed and hurried on.

"I was walking down a mountain path when I heard someone yelling behind
me. Don't know what he was saying, though I recognized the Chinese for
`Stop!' Anyway, I turned around and saw a guy about to run past carrying
a bowl of something. I was so hungry I didn't even stop and think about
it. I kicked him into orbit, grabbed the bowl when he dropped it, and
scarfed it down. It was some kind of porridge.

"Well the guy who was yelling ran up, and grabbed the bowl. He seemed
relieved to see that I was a girl. Oh - I was in my cursed form when it
happened. He took me back to his restaurant and gave me some more food
and tea. Then he started explaining. The porridge was made with
something called the dragon's whisker - according to him it really is a
whisker from a dragon. He started to tell me why men want it, and why it
was a good thing I was a girl. I wasn't really paying attention. I took
some of the hot water he'd used for the tea and poured it on myself.
Shocked him like hell to see I was a guy after all. Not as much as the
shock I got though."

"Your hair?" Akane suggested, guessing where this was going.

Ranma nodded again. "Yeah. It started growing as soon as I changed back
into a guy. That porridge is supposed to be a cure for baldness. It
isn't supposed to be eaten by a guy who still has hair. He said it
doesn't have any effect on girls."

"So what did you do?" Kasumi asked breathlessly.

"First thing I did was pound the guy into the floor," Ranma remarked
with feeling. "Then he offered to let me have the dragon's whisker. He
said that so long as it's tied around the end of my hair, its magic will
prevent my hair from growing. I've had it ever since."

"Interesting story," Ryoga said, clearly amused. "And whenever you take
that thing off, your hair starts growing like crazy again?"

Ranma scowled. "Yeah. If I'm a guy. Nothing happens if I'm a girl. Of
course, back before my curse changed I was always a girl when I was
bathing, so there wasn't any problem about untying it and washing my
hair."

Ryoga laughed. "Only you. And I suppose those freaks want it 'cause
they're all bald? Eh, could be worse. Actually, it's pretty funny for
someone not standing in your shoes."

"Funny?!" Ranma shouted. "It ain't ..." He took a deep breath, then went
on in a cold quiet voice. "How funny would *you* find it if you might
end up bald 'cause of this shit? If I lose that dragon's whisker, my
hair won't keep growing forever. Probably only for a few hours. The guy
who gave it to me told me that I don't get any more hair than I'm
supposed to have in my life. Once I use it up ... that's it. No more."

"Oh Ranma," Akane murmured sympathetically. Kasumi also gazed at him
sadly.

Ryoga frowned, feeling an unaccustomed touch of empathy for his old
rival. That really *would* be pretty shitty, knowing that if you lost
that little piece of string that you'd end up bald. His stomach started
churning. Having to put up with that kind of crap, on top of what ...

Ryoga put a hand to his head, stumbling slightly. What the hell had he
been doing? What kind of monster was he turning into? He closed his eyes
tightly, not daring to look at either Ranma or Akane, fearing the images
his mind would conjure up. He moaned. He had to get out of there! Now!

Ryoga lurched to the side, arm outstretched, blindly searching for the
door. Where the hell was it?!

Kasumi called out from somewhere behind him. "Ryoga-kun! What's wrong?!"

"I've gotta go! I ... Never mind! I've just got to get out of here!"

"What the hell ...?" Ranma began.

"Shut up!" Ryoga screamed. "Don't say anything! Don't talk! Don't do
nothing!" His groping hand encountered a wall. Where was that fucking
door?

"But ..." Akane said.

"No!" Ryoga screamed. /Screw it!/ he thought. Rearing back, he slammed
his shoulder into the wall, smashing through it. Not knowing if he was
in the hall or outdoors, he took off running. He smashed blindly through
another obstacle. Then another. There was a squeal of brakes. Finally
daring to open his eyes, the boy found himself running down the middle
of a busy road, cars and trucks swerving around him as their drivers
cursed and shook their fists. He leaped to the sidewalk but kept
running, trying to put as much distance between himself and ... back
there ... as he could. Trying to outrun his memories.

/What have I done?!/ he shouted inside his head. /Oh God! What's
happening to me? I've got to get away! Lost! Yeah, I need to get lost!
So fucking lost it'll take *months* for that bastard Haido to find his
way back!/

Ryoga ran onward for hours, never slowing down.

                               o - o - o

/Where am I now?/ the young man wondered wearily. It seemed like ages
ago that he had last experienced this sense of ... bewilderment, of
gazing at his surroundings helplessly, unable to identify a single
landmark. It didn't help that dark had fallen, leaving everything coated
in shadow. Nor that he was stumbling from hunger, not having eaten
anything since the previous night.

A few things were obvious. He was walking along a sidewalk beside a road
in some city. There were houses on either side, behind walls. Seemed
fairly well-to-do. Streetlights at regular intervals provided a
reasonable amount of illumination, hiding all but the brightest stars in
the winter sky. Traffic was neither heavy nor light, a car passing by
him on the road every few seconds. He could have been anywhere.

/And I hope I am,/ Ryoga thought to himself.

Still, he couldn't just keep wandering all night. Eventually he would
need to sleep. It would also be nice to find something to eat. His
stomach rumbled, emphasizing the point. With a grimace, Ryoga leaped
atop the wall beside him, hoping to see something which would give him a
clue which direction to head next.

Nothing. Just houses surrounded by big yards, as far as he could see. He
sighed and hopped down, then looked around in puzzlement. What happened
to the road? Smacking himself in the face, he realized that he had
jumped down on the wrong side of the wall, into the yard on the other
side. He turned around and ran back to the wall.

Except it wasn't the wall. It was the house. Furthermore he had his nose
pressed against a window. A window through which he could dimly see a
kitchen, faintly lit by light coming through a doorway from some farther
room. Almost directly in front of his eyes across the room was a
refrigerator. A big, beautiful refrigerator. Ryoga realized he was
salivating. He was *so* hungry!

Unable to tear his gaze away, Ryoga's big hands pressed more firmly
against the glass. Without conscious realization, they pressed slightly
upward. There was a sharp snap as the latch broke, and the window slid
upward several centimeters. Ryoga stared at the window guiltily. He
hadn't meant to do that. He was pretty sure he hadn't. But it was done
now. And that inviting refrigerator was just on the other side. And a
family this well off wouldn't miss a few bits of food, would they?

Pushing the sash up further, Ryoga climbed through then closed the
window again behind himself. Creeping over to the refrigerator, he
opened the door and stood salivating at the sight. Unable to control
himself any longer, the boy fell upon the contents, devouring half a
ready-to-serve chicken, two slices of watermelon, an entire carton of
orange juice as well as a gallon of milk, some type of fish he didn't
stop to identify, a jar of pickles, half an apple pie, and a block of
tofu. He gave a pleased belch before turning to leave once more.

Except now he found himself walking down a hallway, the kitchen window
no longer in sight. /Dammit, why can't I even find my way around a
room?/ he grumbled internally. However, there was no heat to the
complaint, similar questions having been asked of himself with endless
repetition over the years. While walking, Ryoga kept an eye open for
some door or window which would lead him back outside, and at the same
time tried to be alert for the possibility of stumbling across one of
the residents.

However, his vigilance proved to be insufficient. Ryoga turned a corner
just as a young woman emerged from a doorway further down the hall. They
stared at each other for an instant, just long enough for Ryoga to form
an impression of a very hot girl with a long ponytail wearing something
black and diaphanous. Then she darted back through the door beside her.
Undecided for a moment, Ryoga chose to run after her before she could
raise the alarm, to try to explain that he meant no harm and was only
looking for the way out.

He reached the doorway only to stumble back as he nearly collided with
the girl, who for some reason was coming back out. She was immediately
in his face again, holding up ... a vase of flowers? Ryoga stared at
them, wondering what the hell was going through her head, to be offering
flowers to some stranger who had broken into her home. Then there was a
slight rush of air from among the flowers, carrying a subtle perfume
with it, and he was falling, sliding down the wall, landing in a heap on
the floor.

It quickly became apparent that he was utterly unable to move a single
muscle.

"That will teach you to break in and attempt to molest a defenseless
young woman in her own house," the girl said calmly, even with a trace
of amusement.

Ryoga tried to answer, to explain, but his mouth wouldn't obey.

"So now the question is what to do with you," the girl went on. "I
suppose I could feed you to Mr. Turtle."

This only served to confuse Ryoga terribly, wondering how the hell you
could feed someone to a turtle. The thought flew out of his head,
though, as he finally got a closer look at what the girl was wearing. It
was some type of negligee, black but very, very sheer, concealing
nothing. In particular failing to conceal the microscopic matching black
panties, and the complete lack of any further covering for her
well-proportioned chest. The boy felt a trickle of blood leave his nose
and slide down his cheek.

The girl laughed, a sound both merry and yet somehow frightening. "So.
You like what you see, do you? I think, however, that the view will cost
you dearly. Yes, I will certainly need to punish you for setting your
eyes on that which is permitted only to be seen by my Ranma-sama. I
think a visit to the dungeon is in order!" She laughed again, the sound
this time unquestionably chilling.

Ryoga, however, was no longer paying attention. The name "Ranma" was
still thundering through his head. He took a closer look, tearing his
eyes away from her ... charms ... and focusing instead on the girl's
face. He thought that maybe, yes, she did look familiar, although he
couldn't seem to place her immediately. Which probably meant, to his
disgust, that for all his running he had ended up right back in Nerima.
Or perhaps never even made it out. And just why the hell did his sense
of direction seem to take a perverse amusement in running him smack into
people who knew Ranma?

His body was thumping down stairs as the girl dragged him by a foot, his
head colliding with each step, but Ryoga barely noticed. He was too busy
cursing his inability to get properly lost even when he wanted to be
lost. He ignored the room into which he was pulled, and the bizarre
furnishings therein. It wasn't until manacles were fastened around his
wrists, and a winch pulled on a chain attached to the manacles to lift
him into an upright position, that he bothered to take notice of his
surroundings.

A dungeon indeed.

There were several sets of manacles attached by chains to the walls.
Scattered about the room were various padded tables or benches with
straps which could secure a person to them. On the walls there also hung
whips, a cat o' nine tails, and similar devices. As well as a number of
devices he couldn't identify. There was even ... was that really a
*rack* over there?

His gaze was drawn upward to the chain attached to his own manacles. It
passed through a bracket which was driven directly into the wall. From
there the chain led up to a pulley set into the ceiling, which he could
probably tear out once he was able to move again. His eyes continued
down from the pulley to where the chain coiled around a massive winch
bolted into the cement of the floor.

Ryoga turned his fascinated eyes back to the girl, and suddenly
remembered why he had experienced a nose bleed. She was securing the
winch so that it wouldn't unwind, bending over with her back to him. And
he could barely detect her panties, the full globes of her ass standing
out magnificently to his view. As feelings stirred within him, Ryoga
closed his eyes quickly, trying to stave off his transformation into the
despised Haido. It occurred to him belatedly that, unlike his mouth, he
was still able to open and close his eyes.

The voice came from in front of him. "You refuse to watch? That is wise
of you, but the decision comes far too late. We will now begin."

There was a tug at Ryoga's shirt, accompanied by the sound of cloth
being cut. Once his shirt was removed, the young woman went to work on
his pants. In a matter of minutes he was completely nude, and wondering
what he was supposed to wear when he finally got a chance to leave.
Assuming this girl wasn't planning to keep him locked up here until he
died.

Something was dribbling onto his soft prick. The sensation was so
startling that Ryoga's eyes popped back open. He had trouble looking
down far enough, but saw that the girl was pouring something out of a
small brown bottle. She put the bottle down, then picked up a riding
crop. She rubbed the tip of the crop along his dick, worrying him for a
minute that she was planning to whip it, until he realized that she was
rubbing the liquid in. This realization was followed a few seconds later
by a feeling of intense heat. Which quickly became a burning agony.

"I imagine you are feeling that by now," she told him. "Allow me to
offer a distraction." With that she drew her arm back, then whipped the
crop sharply across the flesh of his stomach. Then she did so again, and
again, falling into a steady rhythm.

For Ryoga, this didn't amount to much of a distraction. The blows barely
stung so far as he was concerned, almost unnoticeable next to the
searing pain coming from further down. No, the real distraction was that
with his eyes open again, Ryoga was unable to tear his fascinated gaze
from the sight of the girls magnificent boobs swinging back and forth
under the negligee as she struck with the riding crop. Perspiration
beaded on her chest as she exerted herself, slowly merging into trickles
which disappeared into her cleavage.

By the time she paused for a breather, Haido was imagining all the
things he could do with the girl in a playroom like this, if only he
were free. He ran his tongue over his lips, then managed a half smile as
he noticed he was able to run his tongue over his lips and smile half a
smile. The young man set himself to endure, patiently. Waiting.

After rolling a couple of wheels with little spikes on them all over his
chest for a while, the girl glanced up with features twisted in
frustration to ask, "Why do you not cry out? I am well aware that the
paralysis gas has released your mouth by now."

Ryoga grinned. "I didn't see any reason to," he told her. "That barely
tickles."

She spun away angrily, throwing the devices across the room. "Very well.
Then I will find something which does more than tickle." She walked over
to a wall and ran her fingers along the handle of a cat o' nine tails.

Ryoga made a point of running his eyes over the entirety of the room.
"Isn't it a bit unusual to have a fully equipped dungeon in the basement
of your house? Are you and your family nuts or something?"

The young woman snorted while lifting down the implement. "It is hardly
`fully equipped.' I can easily think of a dozen additions it should
have, if that were so. No, this was an indulgence of my father's, back
when my mother still lived with him, before she ... never mind. In any
case, they would ... play down here, quite frequently. I used to sneak
into the hall outside, and listen to my mother's cries."

"You are seriously warped. You know that?"

"Strong words from someone who is about to be flogged." With some
difficulty she managed to get Ryoga turned around, facing the wall.

"Just remember that I'm keeping track of every little thing that you do
to me," Ryoga replied. "By the way, I'm getting tired of thinking of you
as `that psycho' or `that nut' or ... well, you get the picture. You got
a name?"

She sneered. "My name, peasant, is Kuno. Kodachi Kuno. But you may call
me Mistress."

Ryoga snapped his fingers. "Kodachi. That's right. That stupid martial
arts gymnastics contest. I remember you now. Ranma beat you by cutting
the pole out from under your feet." He looked up at his hand. "Hey! I
snapped my fingers!"

"So you were there for our tournament, were you? However, it was not my
Ranma-sama who defeated me. It was the red-haired tramp my brother
professes to love. She stole my beloved's name."

Ryoga sighed. "That red-haired tramp *is* Ranma, you ditz. He turns into
a girl."

Kodachi's face darkened. "Do not spout such grotesque lies about
Ranma-sama, you vile barbarian." She brought the cat down hard across
his back.

Ryoga didn't even grunt, although this did cost him an effort. He
certainly felt that one a lot more than the riding crop. "It's the
simple truth," he told her, hoping to buy time. "Everyone knows about
his curse. Except you, apparently. And I'll tell you something else. He
and Akane-san are making plans to get married."

"You filthy *liar*!" Kodachi hissed, bring the cat down harder.
"Ranma-sama loves only me! He would never marry that harridan!"

"Afraid you're wrong," he replied. "But I guess that's not so
surprising. You don't seem terribly bright."

"Silence, cretin!" she all but shouted. She started striking more
rapidly with the cat.

When she backed away, Kodachi was panting from her efforts. Ryoga's back
was well striped, with several smears of blood. Or to put it another
way, he looked several orders of magnitude better than he had in the
aftermath of some of his past fights with Ranma. By this time, he was
also able to flex his muscles experimentally.

With a feeling of pleasure, Ryoga noted that his movements were only a
little stiff. He didn't know whether it was simply the passage of time,
the pain, or the pumping of his blood - or perhaps all of these in
combination - but it appeared that the paralysis was now mostly gone. He
waited until Kodachi approached closely again, carrying a pair of
pliers.

"I suppose that steel hoop my chain passes through above my wrists is
too strong to pull out of the wall?" he inquired conversationally.

Kodachi laughed. "Much too strong. It goes in for over a meter. But feel
free to waste your strength in the vain attempt if you like."

Ryoga shook his head. "Naw. I got a better idea." With that he stretched
up on tiptoe and touched a single finger to the stone wall just
underneath the metal bracket to which he referred. He whispered the
words "Bakusai Tenketsu" as his finger found the mysterious breaking
point.

There was an explosion, making Kodachi freeze in shock. Shards of stone
flew out, leaving a huge hole in the wall, from which the twisted
bracket dropped free. Ryoga yanked down hard, tearing the pulley wheel
free when its metal casing remained securely attached to the ceiling. He
spun around, throwing a loop of chain around the startled girl. No
longer bound to the wall, and with several meters of slack in the chain
to play with, Ryoga ran forward a couple of meters, shoving Kodachi in
front of him. Her breath exploded from her lungs when he slammed her gut
into the side of the rack.

"Now I'm going to ask very politely," he said softly. "Where's the key
to these manacles?"

"You will pay for this," the girl bent over the table underneath him
groaned. "You will experience pain a hundred times greater than before.
You will ..."

Ryoga put a large meaty hand around her neck. "So much for politeness,"
he commented, then squeezed. Kodachi's eyes bugged out. Her face turned
red, then purple.

"You ready to tell me where the key is yet?"

She managed to shake her head slightly. A few moments later she passed
out.

Ryoga released his hand, letting her suck in air and waiting for her to
wake up. When she did, he squeezed again. "Just let me know when you're
ready to tell me."

Kodachi passed out again. The next time around, she finally nodded. When
he released his hand, she spat, "In the drawer marked `Safety' in the
wall beside the door." She looked over her shoulder. "Which, come to
think of it, that chain is not long enough to allow you to reach."

Ryoga measured the distance with his eye, then looked at how much chain
was left in the winch. "Umm ..." He shrugged. "Where there's a will,
there's a way. Come on."

Seizing her by the ponytail with one hand, Ryoga dragged the now clawing
and kicking Kodachi over to the winch. Lifting one leg, he kicked like a
mule. On the second kick the winch broke completely free from the floor.
He walked over to the door, still dragging Kodachi, and now dragging the
winch as well. Hunting in the specified drawer, he finally found the
properly labeled key among a pile of other keys. Seconds later he was
once more entirely free.

And still entirely naked. Aside from his shoes, which he slowly kicked
off.

"Now," he drawled. "I think it's time we discussed your punishment."

"You will release me *now*," Kodachi stated imperiously. "If you lay one
hand upon me you will regret it for eternity."

"Yada, yada, yada." Ryoga grabbed the filmy material covering her body,
managing to grasp the waist of the panties underneath at the same time.
With one yank he tore them both completely away, leaving her completely
nude. Kodachi shrieked and clawed at his eyes, but he caught her wrists
and twisted both hands behind her back. After a little searching he
found a pair of leather covered handcuffs, and used them to lock her
hands behind her back, while ignoring her continued threats.

Kodachi's voice dropped to a hiss. "Once I am free, I will cut off your
manhood and feed it to Mr. Turtle while you watch."

Ryoga spun her around, then let his eyes roam over the contents of the
room while idly groping one of her tits. He casually remarked, "This pet
turtle of yours must have an interesting diet."

"Mr. Turtle is not a turtle foolish one." Her voice still emerged as a
hiss. "As you will understand once you see all of his teeth from up
close. From very, very close."

Ryoga made his decision and frog marched her across the room. "Not that
I much care, but ... tiger? Wolf? Piranha?"

"He is an alligator, simpleton," she spat.

The young man stopped beside something which resembled a padded bench in
an inverted V shape, with straps along the sides. He paused before
forcing Kodachi across it to ask in bemusement, "And you named an
alligator `Mr. Turtle' because ...?"

The teenage gymnast huffed. "If you must know, I had asked my parents
for a pet turtle on my fifth birthday. When my mother presented me with
my new pet, she told me it was like a turtle, just with sharper teeth.
And I assure you that he is all grown up now, and is awaiting you in his
pond outside."

"He can just go right on waiting," Ryoga replied nonchalantly, warning
himself to choose his path outside carefully whenever he got around to
leaving. He thrust Kodachi down onto the bench, an action she refused to
acknowledge with further useless protests. A strap was quickly fastened
around her waist, and another around each ankle. The latter held her
feet to each side of the bench, thus spreading her legs sufficiently to
reveal the damp slit at their apex. A brief hunt turned up a coil of
rope, an end of which was soon tied around the manacles at Kodachi's
back, while the other end went around another pulley on the ceiling to
be tied off to a hook on the wall, lifting her arms awkwardly behind her
back.

"Comfy?" Ryoga inquired nicely.

"You were conceived in a forest when your mother encountered a pack of
wild dogs," Kodachi informed him.

Ryoga shook his head, replying in a mild tone, "I'm afraid the only one
who is going to find that sort of comment painful is you." He picked up
the riding crop which his victim had earlier used on himself. "Allow me
to demonstrate." His arm swung down.

Kodachi shrieked. No one had ever dared punish her before, and her
training in martial arts gymnastics had done nothing to prepare her for
the slice of fire which burned into her ass. Eyes impossibly wide, mouth
gasping, the girl struggled to suck in enough air to inform the monster
of the terrible forms her vengeance upon him would take. Except that
before she could, the terribly cutting flame struck into her rear again,
the words in her throat shattered by the agonized cry forced from her
lungs.

And it struck again. And again. And again. Each blow accompanied by
another shriek of pain, and wild shaking of her head back and forth in
an attempt to deny that such a thing could be happening to a maiden of
the house of Kuno. There was another slice of fire. Another. Another.
Droplets of salt water went flying from her cheeks with each wild swing
of her head. She was condemned to a hell of endless torture, until the
sobbing girl realized that no further cuts were falling upon her blazing
bottom.

"Back with me again?" Ryoga asked from where he was holding the rope he
had untied from the wall. He hauled on it, pulling Kodachi's arms
painfully higher behind her back. Once her tits were lifted clear of the
bench, he tied the rope again, trapping her at that height. Then he
walked back over and suggested, "I'm ready to do something less painful
now. Something like playing with your tits. But I wouldn't want to do
something like that without your permission. So would you like to ask me
to? Would you like to say, `Please play with my tits?' Hmm?"

Her voice choked with tears, Kodachi answered, "N-nev-er."

Ryoga shrugged. "Suit yourself. In that case, I guess I'll just go on
with what I was doing."

Before Kodachi could process what he meant, the riding cropped crashed
across the globes of her ass once more. As the ripples of flesh flew
away from the line of impact, and another stripe appeared on her flesh,
the teenager screamed in horror. A desperate cry to stop was forming
behind her lips when the next stroke arrived, turning it into a sound
like, "Stooaauuugh!" The fourth strike landed before she managed to get
out a clear "No!"

Ryoga paused. "Did you want me to stop and play with your tits?"

Kodachi panted. "You ... cannot ... do th-this. ... I am ... a Kuno. ...
You ... will die ... sl-slowly ... painfully. ... You ..."

Her sentence was cut off by another howl of pain as the crop came down
again. Except this time the flap on its end landed directly on the sole
of her left foot. The cry was only starting to trail off when the next
blow landed on the bottom of her right foot, causing the wordless shout
to immediately rise in pitch and volume again. Though for a much shorter
time, as her lungs ran out of air and were forced to draw breath.

Ryoga quickly got in ahead of anything she could say. "Your choice. You
could ask me to play with your tits. Or I could whip your feet some
more. You might want to think before you speak."

Kodachi's eyes and mouth were both wide open, as air forced itself back
and forth across her lips. It was impossible to believe that such a
thing was happening to her. The pain made it impossible to disbelieve.
These two facts could not both be true. This was the point at which she
was stuck, unable to push her thoughts further forward, when Ryoga grew
impatient and struck both of her feat again.

Kodachi screamed, but this time the sound was strangled, her lungs
finding it hard to supply enough air for the volume of sound she tried
to achieve. She heard the walking dead man offer his ridiculous choice
once again, and something deep inside forced her to make a decision,
unable to face the pain again. After all, it was just her chest. Girls
let boys touch them there all the time, if the things she overheard from
her minions were to be believed. True, it was only Ranma who should have
touched her there, but at the moment that thought was far away, and the
creature who was doing this was definitely going to die. She must do
what was necessary, and quickly, before he struck again.

"If ... if you must ... you may pl-place your hands ... upon my chest."

Ryoga laughed. "Damn, bitch. You make it sound boring. I told you ...
ask me to play with your tits."

Kodachi growled softly, but cut it off. Keeping her face turned away
from him, she choked out, "If you wish, please play with my ... tits."

"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" Ryoga said, the amusement clear in
his voice. He walked around to Kodachi's head, then reached underneath,
cupping both of her breasts in his hands. He squeezed and kneaded,
stroked and caressed. He rolled the hard, rubbery nipples between his
thumbs and fingers, pinching and pulling at them lightly. He listened
for, and finally heard, soft moans that the bitch couldn't quite
suppress.

Which is when he let go.

Walking a short distance away, Ryoga bent down and lifted the cat o'
nine tails from the floor. He swished it through the air experimentally,
saying, "I believe you used this on me as well."

At that moment he came close enough that Kodachi could see what was in
his hands. She spasmed in terror. The riding crop had wrought unbearable
pain. The young woman couldn't even begin to imagine what this
instrument would feel like, but she knew for certain she did not want to
learn firsthand.

"Pl-Please, sir. Would you not care to play with my ... tits ... some
more?"

"Naw," Ryoga replied, making her shiver. He swung the cat a couple of
more times, experimentally, making the girl flinch each time. Then he
paused as if struck with a sudden inspiration. "Tell you what, though.
If you like, you could ask me to fuck one of your holes. I think I'd
enjoy that more than beating you."

Kodachi shook her head, a touch wildly. "No! No, you mustn't. I have
never ... I am virgin, pure. Ranma-sama is destined to be my first."

Ryoga snorted. "I already told you, airhead. Ranma ain't interested in
fucking your cunt. It's Akane he wants. When he's a guy at least. She's
happy to take lots of dick as a girl, but she wouldn't be interested in
you then, either. So you're saving yourself for a pipe dream. Might as
well give it up and have fun instead."

Kodachi was still shaking her head, as if she hadn't heard a word. "No,
no, please. Not that. Do not take that from me. It is my gift for
Ranma-sama. Please. Spare me. Do not ..."

"For God's sake, put a lid on it!" Ryoga interrupted. "There ain't no
point in saving yourself, but just shut up about it. I only said I'd
enjoy fucking one of your holes, and you got two others. Or I can just
whip you instead." The cat swished through the air again.

Kodachi warily eyed the partially stiff object hanging from the nest of
hair at the boy's groin. She couldn't imagine how such a thing could
possibly fit in any of her openings. She absolutely had to preserve her
virginity, no matter what the cost. But if that thing were forced into
her bottom, it would surely tear her asunder. On the other hand, she
could not possibly bear the defilement of allowing it to touch her lips.
Although doing so might give her the opportunity to bite it off ... no,
the very thought of that made her stomach churn with nausea. Yet the
alternative, to be whipped again ... what was she to do?

"Hurry up and make a decision, little Miss Kuno. Or I'll find something
even worse to do to you."

The young woman thought fast, wondering if there were any other
alternatives she might suggest. She thought over her various fantasies
involving Ranma. An idea occurred to her, something which might not be
too disgusting to bear.

"Your pardon, but you seemed to enjoy the attentions you gave to my
breasts. Would you not like to, er, put your manhood between them and
... pleasure yourself?"

Ryoga's eyes widened slightly and his mouth curved up. "Are you saying
you'd like a titty fuck?"

Kodachi grimaced but answered, "Yes?"

He grinned openly. "Well, I wouldn't want to disappoint a lady. Or you
either." Ryoga untied the rope from the wall, lowering Kodachi's front
end. Holding her down with one hand, he undid the straps. When he pulled
her to her feet, she made an abortive jerk to get away, but his strength
proved more than a match. He yanked her over toward another padded
bench, this one more normally horizontal.

With a quick movement, Ryoga unshackled the girl's wrists for a moment,
shoved her down onto her back, then refastened the manacles around a bar
which rose vertically at one end of the bench. He ignored Kodachi's
growl of frustration at her inability to escape. A minute later her
ankles were strapped to the legs on either side of the bench near the
floor, forcing her knees to remain spread to the full width of the
bench.

Leaving his bound victim for a moment, the boy did a little hunting
around. He returned shortly with a bottle of oil. Opening this, he
poured a healthy dollop directly into her cleavage, making her clench
her teeth. She got out the words, "You filthy ..." before he
interrupted.

"If you've changed your mind, we could go back to the idea of fucking
one of your holes, or whipping you."

Kodachi closed her mouth with an angry gnashing of her teeth. She would
simply have to bear the current torment. And make plans for what she
would do when she finally gained her freedom.

Ryoga was still standing there looking at her. "You want me to
continue?" he finally asked.

Knowing the alternatives, Kodachi snapped, "Yes!"

"Oh." Ryoga made himself look distressed. "Well, if you don't really
want to, there are other things we can do."

Kodachi swallowed, and told herself it was time to demonstrate her
acting ability. "No, wait. Please, I want you to ... what was the
bucolic term you used? Oh yes. Please, ah ... *titty fuck* me."

Ryoga smiled. "As long as you want it." He climbed up and straddled the
teenage girl's chest, sliding his hard on between a pair of tits which
were just a tad on the impressive side for a sixteen year old girl - and
well beyond the ordinary for one who was active in gymnastics. He
pressed her tits tightly around his cock, forcing an anguished grunt
from her mouth. Then he started sliding himself back and forth,
thoroughly enjoying the combination of the pressure together with the
slickness from the oil.

"Oh, that's niiiiice," Ryoga moaned, mashing her tits harder together
and pumping a little faster.

Kodachi remained silent, endeavoring to endure this humiliation
stoically, and not wishing to risk the pig changing his mind. She
grunted as he squeeze even harder, and tried to ignore the dark crown of
his cock moving forward and back rapidly below her chin. She was even
partially successful, until he gave a final moan and thrust forward one
last time to his furthest extent. She was staring transfixed at the
opening adorning its tip when a sudden, violent eruption gushed forth.

The girl gave an involuntary cry, closing her eyes in the nick of time,
as the hot liquid spattered across her face. She closed her lips tightly
against any further sound as some of the vile matter landed inside her
mouth, directly on top of her tongue. Another blast painted her cheek
and forehead again, then a third landed across her clenched mouth and
her nose. Kodachi was forced to snort heavily as some of it even went up
inside her nostril. The last of it drizzled across her neck as he
finally withdrew, lifting himself from her body. Likely some of it
dripped upon her chest as well, but the heavy coating of oil prevented
her from feeling anything.

At least she had escaped with her virginity intact, although the price
she had paid to do so was more than upsetting. Further, she strongly
suspected the horrendous creature would not be foolish enough to release
her and risk her certain attack, meaning that she would suffer the
further humiliation of being found like this by a servant in the
morning. But she knew how to keep the servants quiet, and this boy must
certainly die regardless.

Several minutes passed without the sound of the door opening.
Experiencing an unfamiliar nervousness, Kodachi forced her eyes open
despite the crust drying over the lids. She immediately saw her
tormentor standing at her feet, smiling, and slowly stroking his evil
staff. Which was not nearly soft enough, and was growing less soft even
as she watched.

"You ... you have taken your pleasure of my body," she declared through
gritted teeth. Unhappily noticing a tremor in her voice, she sought for
her old, comfortable confidence and spat, "Now leave me! And begin
counting the days before your demise."

Ryoga shook his head slowly, making Kodachi gulp, wondering if he meant
to apply further torture.

"Whipping you with that crop was no more than you deserved for doing the
same to me," he told her in a low, husky voice. "But one measly little
titty fuck doesn't begin to pay you back for flogging me. That pissed me
off really, really bad, and I intend to make you regret that more than
you can begin to imagine."

Kodachi tried to tell her stomach to settle down - it felt like
something was flying around in there! "What ..." She had to pause to wet
her lips. "What do you plan to do to me?" Reminding herself that he
should be the one to fear her eventual wrath, she said in as threatening
a voice as she could muster, "I will find you when this is over. And any
pain you inflict upon me, I will make you suffer a thousand times
worse!"

Her temporary facade cracked as he merely chuckled. "Hell, bitch, not
even Ranma at his strongest ever put me out of commission for long. What
do you think *you're* going to do to me? And if you try, I promise that
you're the one who'll be sorry after. Just like you're gonna be now."

With that he walked away, still stroking himself slowly. Kodachi, unsure
how to make him respond the way he was supposed to, remained silent and
watched. He hunted through drawers and cabinets, before returning with
something hidden in his hand, straps dangling down to either side.

"I'm tired of listening to you talk," Ryoga told her. "I can't keep my
prick hard if you keep boring me with your silly threats."

In the instant before he put it in place, Kodachi saw that he held some
sort of gag. She tried to twist her head away, but he grabbed her hair
painfully and held her in place, forcing a wide ring of plastic between
her teeth. The strap was buckled behind her head, holding it in place.
Although she was unable to see it, a rubber cap plugged the opening of
the ring. Trying to shout imprecations at the cretin, the daughter of
the Kuno clan was disgusted to find that only grunts emerged.

"Much better," Ryoga commented. "And now, you little bitch, the time has
come." He knelt beside her head. "Like I told you, you haven't got a
chance with Ranma. So saving yourself for him is pointless. And I owe
you big. And I'm horny."

Kodachi was hoping she misunderstood his intent. He reached out an arm
and slid his fingers along her slit. Drawing the hand back, he slid the
digits between her tits, getting them oily. Then he pressed the fingers
between her spread legs again, forcing the labia to separate, pushing
against her clit and then down toward her opening.

Kodachi tried to tell the maniac to stop, but could not. She thought of
all the things she could say to convince him to leave her be, if only
her mouth was free. But her mouth was not free, and she could say
nothing. She tried to squirm away from his touch, but slowly came to
realize that this would be indistinguishable to him from squirming
*under* his touch. She tried to think of anything else she could do to
seize back control, or at least to escape whatever he intended, but
found herself unable to formulate any plan whatsoever.

The smile never leaving his face, Ryoga slowly stood back up, looking
into her eyes the entire time. He lowered himself to his knees upon the
bench, between Kodachi's open thighs. He reclined his body until he
hovered bare centimeters above her own. Kodachi's eyes were open hugely
wide, her head shaking back and forth frantically, grunts coming from
her mouth despite knowing she could not make the words understood.

Maintaining eye contact throughout, Ryoga reached down between them and
took his cock in his hand. He pressed the tip to her cleft, slowly
moving it up and down, spreading her petals a little more with each
pass. Kodachi was frantic, sweat pouring down off of her forehead,
making her tresses cling together.

"No! No!" she grunted uselessly, sounding more like "Nng! Nng!" She went
on with the attempt to shout, "You mustn't! That is for Ranma-sama! Do
not steal this from me! I beg you! I, Kodachi Kuno, beg! I plead! Do you
not understand? I debase myself before you! I will do anything else you
ask! Only please spare me this! Please ...!"

Ryoga heard only meaningless noise. The next sound from her throat was
an obvious cry of pain, as her cunt was forced open for the first time.
It took some effort and a few false starts, but within a couple of
minutes Ryoga had buried himself to the hilt inside of her. Then he
paused, looked down at her with a smirk, and told her, "Pretty nice,
huh? Believe me, you'll like this a lot better than doing it with
Ranma."

He might as well have kept silent. Kodachi was nearly catatonic beneath
him, unable to believe that someone of her magnificence could have been
violated in such a manner. It couldn't be real. It had to be some sort
of nightmare. It was impossible that her virginity could have been
stolen from her by such a barbarian. All she need do was wait, the
nightmare would end, she would awaken, and all would be well.

Curious as to why the girl had stopped moving and shouting, Ryoga
watched and waited for some reaction. Getting none, and deciding that by
now she must have adjusted to his intrusion, he shrugged mental
shoulders and slowly withdrew then pressed forward again. He fucked the
gymnast slowly, in long, steady strokes. His upper teeth bit into his
lower lip as he fought not to come too soon - this little tart was the
tightest girl he had screwed yet.

Of course, he couldn't hold off forever. In fact, he lasted no more than
five minutes before he shuddered and blasted her insides with his cum.
Kodachi noted it dimly, just one more violation in a dream which could
not, must not, have any bearing on reality. She made no further reaction
as the boy withdrew from her, nor as she felt the fluids oozing out of
her opening. She simply lay there, waiting for sunlight to strike her
face and waken her.

Ryoga saw only that the girl had calmed down considerably, assuming that
she had finally accepted what was happening. He moved up toward her head
and took hold of her ponytail with one hand. Rotating her head to the
side, he removed the plug from the gag then pushed his moist prick
through the ring and inside her mouth.

Kodachi was in a dreamlike state. She was helpless and had been violated
beyond belief, but then, what should one expect of nightmares? There was
no use in further struggling. The worst had already happened. From this
point forward it was merely a matter of going through the motions, until
she could escape to reality. The young gymnast felt the strange
stiffness slide over her tongue, then tried not to gag as it intruded
still further.

Ryoga was a little disappointed that his once captor and now prisoner
only lay there, allowing him to fuck her mouth but otherwise making no
contribution to the act. He considered taking steps to force her to
suck, but decided against it for the time being. Instead, he simply
increased the pace, pushing the head of his cock all the way to the back
of her mouth and causing her to gag repeatedly. After several minutes of
this he stiffened and flooded her throat with his thick jism, bringing
on a much harder gagging fit. Pulling out, the boy stood and watched her
gasp, spewing white gobbets which landed on her face and in her hair.
Its job done, Ryoga unbuckled and removed the gag, almost laughing at
the way her tongue struggled to push leftover spunk out of her mouth.

He thought about leaving at that point, but it was already late and he
didn't fancy trying to find his way back to the Tendo home in the dark.
He might as well keep this nasty little bitch company through the night,
carefully of course, and wait until morning to return. After a bit of
hunting, he turned up some shackles intended for the ankles. At that
point he released everything but the manacles on the girl's wrists,
noting that she still was not bothering to fight, and secured the
shackles on her legs before pulling Kodachi to her feet.

"I think we'll be more comfortable in your bed," he told her, then
pulled her toward the door of the room.

Kodachi closed her eyes, disgusted at the thought that she would be
further molested within her own room. But she was also feeling strangely
apathetic, having set herself to endure until it was over, buoyed by the
expectation that she would be able to put these unpleasant phantasms
behind her once she awoke to the new day. Tugged along, she walked
beside her captor as best she could given the chains between her feet.

Ryoga found the bedroom without too much difficulty despite the lack of
cooperation from his victim and his own dim recollections from being
dragged in the other direction. That the room belonged to the girl he
held was made obvious by the large pictures of Ranma adorning the walls.
Tossing Kodachi on the bed, he made quick work of tearing all of those
posters down, not wishing to have Ranma's face staring at him all
through the night. He ignored Kodachi's cries of dismay as this
destruction.

"Now, where were we?" Ryoga asked, climbing onto the bed. He slid his
hand between the girl's silky thighs, ignoring her shudder as he found
and stimulated her clitoris. "I believe I was showing you how much
better sex can be with a real man, than with someone like Ranma."
Pushing her knees apart, although her ankles could not spread very far,
Ryoga climbed between her legs and inserted himself.

Kodachi made no response beyond a forced moan. Ryoga slid himself in and
out slowly, pacing himself. He wanted to make this last, since he could
sense he was nearing his limit and might not be able to get it back up
for a while after the next climax. Making the best of this plan, he
forced Kodachi to assume several different positions. At the end he
pushed her face into the mattress while her ass was lifted high in the
air, and pounded himself into her vigorously while reaching underneath
to play with her clit. They both came at the same time, explosively.

Sated, Ryoga nonetheless pushed her down the bed and ordered her to suck
on his cock for a bit. It wasn't too hard to force his thick shaft into
her mouth, but she proved reluctant to suck at first. Spanking her with
a convenient hairbrush didn't change her mind, but some strenuous
twisting of her nipples finally produced the desired result. He lay back
with a sigh and enjoyed what had to be one of the worst blowjobs he'd
ever had.

After several minutes he relented, knowing he wasn't going to come again
so soon anyway. Pulling her unresisting body up into his arms, Ryoga
covered them both with a sheet and the two teenagers slowly succumbed to
sleep. The one drifted off feeling content with how the night had turned
out, and looking forward to the next day and returning to his toys. The
other drifted off relieved that the nightmare had finally drawn to a
close, and looking forward to the next day and the return of a world
which made sense.

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Note from H. Saotome, 2011-03-27: Sorry to make you wait three months
for this, but, oh well. I surprised myself by bringing Kodachi into the
story at this point. Originally I was going to have Ryoga end up with
Ukyo again that night, but this fits better with Ukyo's grudging
agreement, and provides me with some possible clues I might follow up on
later.

I'll try not to take so long for the next chapter, but no promises. I
won't be too quick, because we're going to be extremely busy at work
through the next month, and I still have to attend to my taxes.
