Moxibustion Violation
by H. Saotome

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Divergence from the manga series "Ranma 1/2", in which Akane is being
abused by boys who inflicted the weakness moxibustion on her. Dark. M/F,
n/c, humil, spank.

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

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Chapter 6

A group of seven boys gathered in the P.E. equipment shed at the
beginning of lunch period. Each of them opened their bentos and ate,
while the biggest one gave the slightest a look with thunderstorms
behind it. Finally he slammed his lunch down on the floor beside him.

"Okay, Hikaru, what's the big idea?" Michio demanded. "What makes you
think you got the right to call us together like this? I'm in charge
here - you forgot that? Anyway, we already set up this week's schedule.
If you can't screw Akane when the schedule says, fix it with someone to
swap places."

Hikaru sighed. Michio was smart when he wanted to be. And he had an
imagination. But there were times ...

"Did you hear the girls in class this morning?" Hikaru asked calmly.
"Akane's friends, Yuka and Sayuri, and their circle?"

Michio laughed. "I don't waste my time listening to chicks. That's a
good way for a man to go crazy."

"What's up?" Tanjiro asked, giving his friend Michio a suppressing
glance. He didn't care much for Hikaru, but the kid wasn't stupid.

"They were wondering where Akane was, while Raiden here was nailing her
in the Nurse's office. Yuka saw her arrive at school. But Akane didn't
get to the classroom until right before the bell. Then some of the
others mentioned that Akane seems to keep dropping out of sight. They
never see her before or after school. She keeps disappearing as soon as
she finishes her lunch ..."

"Speaking of that, can you hurry up man," Kaori whined. "I don't wanna
miss my turn."

"What I'm saying," Hikaru tried to make clear, "is that people are
starting to notice. If we keep it up at this rate, they're going to find
out. Then we either go to jail, or every boy in school joins in on the
fun and we almost never get a turn."

Michio gave him a black look. "Are you saying we should slow down on
fucking the little cunt?" he asked scornfully. "The way we've set it up,
each of us only gets her every other day as it is. If you think I'm
gonna cut back to sticking my dick in her only once a week ..."

Tanjiro leaned over a laid a hand on his arm. "Cool it, asshole. You're
only pissed 'cause it's Voodoo Spike who pointed it out. But he's making
sense to me." He turned back to Hikaru. "I gotta say that I don't really
want to slow down either. I got an idea you've been thinking about this,
though. If you got a plan, let's hear it."

Hikaru nodded, grinning confidently. For all that the rest still thought
of him as a bit of a pipsqueak, everyone had to admit that he'd changed
a fair bit in the last week. "First of all, there are three of us in the
same class as Akane."

"We know that," Kaori whined. Tanjiro smacked the burly senior on the
back of the head.

"That means there are three of us it would make sense for Akane to work
on homework with. To come over to our houses to study together. Or at
least ... that's what she could tell her family."

Michio lost the black look, suddenly appreciating where the smaller boy
might be going with this. After all, he was one of the classmates in
question, and the idea of having Akane at his mercy in his house ...

"But my Mom is home all the time," Takeo protested. "We couldn't do
anything there."

"My parents both work," Hikaru said, "and they don't get home till
seven. I think Michio's folks are pretty much the same." Their leader
nodded, his grin growing as the idea took hold. Hikaru continued with
his explanation. "It would still look odd if she studied at someone
else's house every single night. I was thinking of a three day schedule.
The first day, one boy would have her at school, and Michio and a third
guy would play with her that afternoon at his home. The second day would
be a fourth guy at school, then me and a sixth guy at my house. The
third day would be the seventh guy at school, and we leave her alone
after school. The guys who screw Akane at school would do it at
different times of day so there'd be less of a pattern."

"Sounds good, except for one problem," Raiden said in his low voice.

Hikaru looked at him and shrugged. "Because we only get her once every
three days instead of once every two?" Raiden nodded and the others
didn't look too thrilled either. "Here's what I think. First of all,
once every three days is better than being in jail or hardly getting her
at all. Second, people study on weekends too, which means we don't have
to take a break from Friday to Monday." Everyone smiled at that thought.
"Third, we can occasionally have more than two people play with her at
one of our houses."

Tanjiro looked at Michio and gave a tiny nod. There was no problem,
though, since his friend was already sold. Looking around, most people
were at least okay with the plan, and no one disapproved. Michio slapped
Hikaru on the back, staggering the boy, and said, "Nice work, Voodoo
Spike. Maybe you're a real member of this team after all!"

"Are we done now?" Kaori asked urgently. On getting a nod, he took off
running.

"Guess we might as well plan out the new schedule now," Michio said. "We
can set it up to start tomorrow, at my house. Takeo, you can explain it
to our private whore when you fuck her this afternoon. In the meantime,
I reckon that Kaori just volunteered to be the guy who gets slotted into
the spot three days away."

With a bit of grumbling and arguing, the six remaining boys hammered out
the details of who would be using Akane's body for his pleasure, and
when.

                               o - o - o

By the time the weekend arrived, Akane has lost count of how many loads
of cum had been dumped inside her pussy. She'd been taken on her back,
on her hands and knees, lying on her stomach, and squatting over the boy
and forced to pump herself up and down. She'd been bent over desks,
tables and chairs, screwed on her back on a kitchen table, in boys' beds
twice, and lying on a bin of balls in the P.E. equipment shed. She'd
sucked and licked cocks, both as a solo act and also after they fucked
her. She'd been put over a boy's lap and thoroughly spanked with a hand
a couple of times, though nothing to compare with those two whippings
she received from a belt.

Thankfully most of the boys just wanted to get their rocks off as fast
as possible. They'd make her strip, or even just flip up her skirt and
pull down her underpants, then screw her as hard and fast as they could.
As soon as they pumped their jism into her, they'd pull up their pants,
sometimes making her suck their dick first and clean it off, and then
they'd let her go.

Tanjiro was a little more imaginative. He'd used a different position
every time so far. He made Akane ask him to fuck her, made her tell him
she liked it while he was fucking her, and made her thank him afterward.
He had given her one of the two spankings, when he decided her `thank
you' was lacking in enthusiasm.

But the two real perverts were Michio and Hikaru. Both of them insisted
on trying to get her aroused, going beyond the need for lubrication to
make their entry easier. Both of them made her say terrible, shameful
things, made her beg, made her call herself a slut and a whore. They
made her tell lies about what she wanted boys to do to her and things
she fantasized about. They looked for little things they could do to
make her feel particularly embarrassed or ashamed.

In fact, if Akane didn't know better, she'd almost swear that the two of
them were engaged in some sort of weird competition to see who could
find the most creative ways to humiliate her. When the other boys took
their turns, she approached it sullenly, wanting to get it over with.
With Michio and Hikaru the teenage girl always found herself
apprehensive, wondering what new humiliation they had conceived for her
that time.

Just at the moment she was over at Hikaru's house, supposedly spending
part of her Saturday afternoon "discussing notes for an upcoming science
project." She was lying on Hikaru's bed, in his bedroom, naked and legs
spread, listening to her host escort Kaori out of the house. The latter
boy had just finished screwing her missionary style, shot his load in
her after five minutes, then climbed off ready to say good-bye. Akane
didn't bother moving, because she didn't know what the other boy had in
mind when he came back.

On returning to the room, Hikaru gave the nude girl a smile and said,
"Why don't you go take a bath?"

Akane looked up at him from where she lay, her expression moderately
forlorn. "What's the point?" she asked. "You're just going to get me
dirty again."

His smile twisted, amused. "Do it for me. Go."

Akane sighed and heaved herself up. She cupped a hand under her crotch
just in case anything leaked out. Two days earlier she had dripped on
the floor at Michio's house and he had made her lick it up. Akane found
her way to the bathing room and rinsed herself down, then dried off. She
walked back to the boy's bedroom still completely nude.

On turning the corner and walking through the door into the room, Akane
had to stop suddenly so as not to run into the room's occupant. Hikaru
held out a piece of paper, smiling, and said, "I just wrote this up.
Today you're going to be an actress. You have five minutes to memorize
your lines, then we're going to begin. Say your lines at the obvious
places. Oh, and feel free to ad lib."

Akane took the sheet warily, then scanned it quickly before going back
to read more carefully. It contained stage directions in addition to
dialog, and the content was, of course, perverted. Not to mention ...

Looking up, Akane complained, "I haven't done anything wrong. I've done
everything you've said."

Hikaru answered, "It won't hurt that much. It's a game, not a
punishment. Of course, if you don't do what I want, then you *will* be
punished for real."

She sighed, looking back down. All things considered, it could be worse.
Besides, it wasn't like it would be the first time, and this boy in
particular wouldn't be able to hit as hard as her other tormentors
could.

After reading the short dialog through several times and doing her best
to commit it to memory, Akane looked up and said, "I guess I'm ready.
Are you sure you wouldn't just like to screw me? What's wrong with just
getting yourself off that way?"

Hikaru walked up to her and cupped her face with his hand, caressing
gently. "Because I want to have fun with you. That's what you are now,
you know, a toy. A little fucktoy. And I like playing with you. Now it's
time to start. Remember to make me believe your acting. I'm sure I don't
need to make any threats to you about Michio."

Akane shook her head, successfully keeping her true feelings hidden. /I
must obey. For now./ She took a deep breath and fell to her knees,
clasping her hands in front of her. "Oh Hikaru-sama, I'm so sorry you
walked in here only to catch me screwing that boy Kaori! I never meant
to cheat on you! But you know how hard it is for me to keep my legs
closed! All of the boys know I'm a slut, and they take advantage of it!
Please, forgive me!"

Hikaru stood over her, looking gravely annoyed. "And how many times have
you let someone other than me fuck you in just the past *week*?" he
demanded, practically roaring the question.

Akane went over the details since last weekend, calculating quickly. She
hung her head and quietly said, "Sixteen, sir."

"I see," he said coldly. "If you want my forgiveness, you must be
punished. I believe that four swats for each incident should be fair.
Come place yourself across my lap and ask me to spank you."

Hikaru sat in his desk chair. Resigned, Akane climbed to her feet and
lay down across his lap, bare bottom in the air and head hanging down
toward the floor. "Please spank me for being a bad girl and fucking all
of those boys, sir. Please spank me and teach me to be a good girl."

Her classmate raised his arm up in the air, then brought the hand down
with a hard slap on one ass cheek. The flesh quivered, and a faint print
was left behind, but Akane didn't even grunt. There was a second slap,
on the other cheek. Then a third, a fourth, and on and on.

By the twentieth smack, Akane's bottom was beginning to sting. By the
fortieth, moisture was collecting in her eyes, and she was making small
"Eep" sounds with each spank. By the sixtieth she had a couple of tear
tracks running down her face, and was sniffling in between the smacks.

At that point Hikaru paused and said, "I have a ping pong paddle here
for the last four." He watched Akane's buttocks clench, waited a minute
for them to relax, and then struck. Instead of delivering the blows
separately and well paced, he gave her all four as quickly and as hard
as he could. Akane tried to hold out, but howled at the last one.

Sniffling, still over his lap, she complained, "I thought you said you'd
never hurt me."

He sounded untroubled by the accusation. "We both know you aren't
seriously hurt. You trained as a martial artist, you can take a little
bit of stinging and soreness. Now stick to the script."

Akane grumbled under her breath, but was careful not to let him hear it.
She got off of his lap and knelt in front of the boy, facing him. Aloud,
still trying to fully catch her breath after the punishment, she said,
"Th-Thank you very much for sp-spanking me, Hikaru-sama. I'll try not to
b-be such an easy lay fr-from now on. The only one I should b-be a slut
for is you."

She took a deep breath, then added, "The spanking made me very horny,
sir. My pussy is dripping wet." Akane wished that wasn't the case,
because she couldn't come up with a rational reason for why that last
sentence was true. "Would you please fuck me, Hikaru-sama? My cunt needs
to have a cock shoved in it very badly."

He smiled and replied, "Well, I wouldn't want you to suffer, my little
toy. Crawl over to the bed, then kneel on the floor beside it. Lay your
front down on the mattress, and stretch your arms out above your head."

Akane did as she was told. A moment later she heard his feet padding up
behind her. He took hold of her ankles and pushed her legs wide apart,
but left her kneeling. A few seconds later she felt his large cock
making its entrance, spreading her passage and sliding within.

/Why am I so wet?/ Akane asked herself again. /I wasn't this wet when
Kaori left. It *couldn't* be the spanking. After all, that has nothing
to do with sex. It's just punishment./ But try as she might, Akane was
unable to come up with a satisfactory explanation.

The other thing bothering her was that, as on the previous occasions,
Hikaru somehow managed to make getting screwed feel better than the
other boys did. With any of them she was unable to avoid the sensation
of physical pleasure, which troubled her since, after all, when you came
down to it these were acts of rape. She also didn't think it was due
simply to Hikaru's size, since Raiden was nearly as thick. Although it
was true that when either Hikaru or Raiden was screwing her, her clit
somehow seemed to receive steadier and stronger bursts of pleasure than
with the others as they pushed their dicks in and out of her pussy. On
reflection, she thought that perhaps it was simply Hikaru's attitude.
Unlike the rest of the gang, he seemed to think of her as something more
than the mere fucktoy he called her.

Regardless of the reason, Akane found herself climbing once more toward
that peak which would end in climax. Which brought its own problem.
Hikaru had shown a sinister talent for spotting when she was close to
that point, when she was becoming lost in the pleasure and unable to
think clearly. That was the moment when he liked to pause and order her
to say things. Humiliating things. Unable to focus properly, she
invariably ended up phrasing what he wanted in a way which utterly
mortified her afterward.

As Hikaru pushed his cock forward into her cunt, Akane felt herself
pushing her ass back to take it. She moved forward again slightly as he
pulled back, only to push herself onto the cock again on the return
stroke. She knew that this wasn't right, that she wasn't supposed to be
participating in her own rape - at least not unless ordered - but she
couldn't stop herself. It felt too good. As always when she gave in to
the pleasure, Akane tried to imagine it was Ranma doing this to her
instead. Which only served to accelerate her impending orgasm.

Then Hikaru slid his cock all the way out of her.

"Noooo!" Akane moaned, pushing her ass back in search of the
pleasure-giver he had taken away. Then she clamped her mouth shut,
burying her face more deeply into the blanket. /Oh God!/ she wailed
internally. /He'll never believe I don't want him to fuck me after
that!/

Hikaru smirked, leaning forward over her back. "We both heard that,
Akane. Go ahead and admit that you love getting screwed with my cock."

Akane didn't want to admit anything of the sort, especially after the
way she had just shamed herself. On the other hand, for more than a week
now she had been telling herself over and over again that she had to go
along with their demands. It had become a mantra, a protective habit so
as not to risk an unthinking act of defiance. The possibility that they
might choose to destroy her life if she displeased them could not be
ignored.

"Y-yes, Hikaru-sama. I love getting screwed by your cock. It feels so
good when it's fucking me. Please."

"Please what, Akane-chan?" he asked, in mock puzzlement. He began
stroking the tip of his cock up and down between her petals. On each
downstroke, he made certain that it bumped against her clit, bringing a
tiny moan to her lips.

Akane wished there was some other way, but she knew from previous
sessions what he wanted to hear. "Please, Hikaru-sama. Please fuck me. I
need your cock. Please stuff me full with your prick. Please fuck me
until I come, and then fill me with your sperm. Please, I'm a slut, and
sluts need to be fucked."

Hikaru pushed forward slowly, watching her folds spread wide to accept
his cockhead. Akane moaned loudly at the intrusion. As he pushed
forward, filling her, he whispered, "Keeping telling me how much you
want it, or I'll pull out again."

As his dick went further and further in, Akane felt herself beginning
the climb to that peak once more. "Please keep fucking me. Oh God, yes.
I love it. Please fuck me. Please make me come. Everyone knows I'm a
dirty little slut who needs to be fucked. Oh, God. Harder." Her
incoherent thoughts again imagined Ranma driving her out of her mind,
doing this to her. "Ohhh. Fuck me, fuck me! Make me come. Please,
Ran..." She bit the name off, adding in quick desperation, "Fuck me! I
need to come! Fuck your slut! Nooooo!"

The last drawn out wail was pulled from her at the same time Hikaru
pulled out his prick. He looked down at the shaking girl, wriggling her
ass, with a frown on his face. Abruptly he said, "Roll over, Akane-san,"
and grabbed her side with a hand, forcing her to do so.

Akane flopped over onto her back, her eyes more than a little wild. Her
ass was hanging just over the edge of the mattress, her legs sticking
out into air on either side of him, heels resting on the floor. He
pressed his cock to her slit, deliberately rubbing it against her
clitoris, pulling it away, rubbing again, pulling away again ...

"Do you want this inside of you, Akane-san?"

"Yeesss!" she moaned. "Please fuck me. I need to come."

"Who do you want to fuck you, Akane-san?" he demanded.

"You, Hikaru-sama," Akane panted. "I want you to fuck me!"

He leaned forward, putting his face close to hers. "Are you sure?"

Akane grew frightened, not that he would stop, but of what he might do
if he was truly angry with her. "Yes," she whispered. "I want you to
fuck me. I want your cock inside me. I want you to come in me. Please."

"Keep your eyes open," Hikaru told her severely. "If I see you close
them before you come, I'm going to ask Michio to whip you again.
Understand?"

Akane nodded her head up and down mutely. Her excitement was starting to
ebb from the fear.

Then Hikaru stuffed the head of his cock back in her, causing Akane to
bite her lower lip. He put his hands under her ass and lifted, at the
same time pressing forward and sliding his rigid manhood down her canal
centimeter by centimeter. In the process, he let gravity assist him in
maintaining a tight pressure between the upper portion of her genitals
and the pole pushing past and into her.

Akane started moaning as he went deeper, clenching her ass cheeks to
press up against him. Her eyelids fluttered closed, bringing a sharp
command of, "Look at me!"

Her eyes snapped open again, looking up at the face of the boy who was
in the process of screwing her. Of raping her, if she was going to be
honest. Despite the coercion, Akane couldn't keep herself from moaning
as his thick length filled her and withdrew, over and over. She tried to
imagine that it was Ranma doing this to her, but had trouble holding on
to the image while looking up into Hikaru's face.

"Aren't you supposed to be saying something?" Hikaru suggested.

Akane's mouth was opening and closing, teeth drawing repeatedly over her
lips. The cock in her, fucking her, felt so damn good. She kept trying
to push herself toward him, to take more of it in, but his hands on her
ass frustrated the effort. What had he said? Something about saying
something?

She remembered. She had to ask him to fuck her, to come in her, or else
he might stop. Moaning, Akane gasped out, "Fuck me. Come in me. Screw
me. Make me come. Please. Fuck me good. I need to come." She tried again
to imagine that it was Ranma's cock, captured the fantasy for a moment,
then felt it break apart as she looked up at Hikaru fucking her. She
wanted to close her eyes to make it easier, but he'd forbidden her to do
so, in a manner she didn't dare disobey.

Judging the moment, Hikaru stopped without warning, his cock deeply
embedded in her cunt. His hands held her ass still, not allowing her to
move. Akane tried to flex her muscles, to move herself on the impaling
rod, but couldn't overcome his strength. "Nooo!" she begged, keeping her
eyes open as ordered. "Fuck me, please! Now! I need to come! Please! Oh
God, please!"

The boy looked down at her. "Are you a slut Akane-chan?"

"Yeesss!" she wailed. "I'm a slut. I'm the biggest slut at Furinkan. I'm
the biggest slut in Nerima! Please fuck me!"

He gave her an evil, teeth baring grin. His voice came out in a hissed
whisper. "Who would you rather have fucking you? Me? Or Ranma?"

Akane wanted to scream Ranma's name to the stars. But if she did, he'd
pull out. She'd be punished. They might send photographs to her father.
They might tell other boys she couldn't defend herself. She had to obey.

"You," she said, panting it. "I want you to fuck me, Hikaru-sama. Not
Ranma. You."

Hikaru rewarded her by moving his cock a few centimeters, bringing a
long echoing moan from her mouth, before he froze again.

"Do you want me to come in you, slut? Do you want me to fill your cunt
with cum? Do you want it to overflow into your womb?"

"Yes, yes," she screamed. "Anything! Fuck me!" Her eyes almost closed.
She forced them wide open again, looking up at his face. "Cum in me!
Fill me up! Fill up my womb! Anything you want! Fuck me!"

He gave her another few centimeters of motion and stopped. Akane beat
her fists on the bed in frustration. She tried to jerk her hips around
to get more stimulation. She was completely out of her mind. Unable to
think. Unable to focus on anything other than the need to come.

"But if I do that, you might get pregnant," the boy suggested coolly.
Not that he believed that. Unlike the other boys, Hikaru had taken
notice that Akane showed no fear of just such a thing happening, and had
concluded that she was using some type of contraceptive. Still, it was
fun to tease her. "Is that what you want, Akane-chan? Do you want me to
come in you and knock you up?"

By now she was ready to say anything if she could only have the orgasm
which was only ... just ... out ... of ... reach. Besides, a tiny
fragment of mind was able to remember that such a thing couldn't happen,
which made it easier to say the words. "Yes!" she cried. "I want you to
knock me up! I want to have your baby! Please, please ... come, need
come."

Hikaru was having the absolute time of his life. His cock was a solid
bar of steel. He slid it a little just to remind the almost mindless
girl of what she wanted. Then he spoke again. "If I knock you up, then
everyone at school will know. They'll all call you a slut. Is that what
you want? Do you want to walk around the school with a huge, pregnant
belly and have everyone tell you you're a slut?"

Akane was trembling like a junkie in withdrawal. "Please, Hikaru-sama.
Please. Fuck me. Please." He just kept looking at her until she managed
to put together the words he wanted. "Please make me pregnant. I want
... I want to walk around the school with a big belly ... with your baby
inside me. I want everyone to know I'm a slut. I want everyone to call
me a slut. I want everyone to treat me like a slut. Please."

He let himself sink in to the bottom. "Do you want Ranma to come back
and see you pregnant? Do you want Ranma to know you're a slut?"

"No! No!" Akane screamed, before realizing her mistake. "Yes! I'm sorry.
Yes! I want Ranma to know I'm a slut!" She felt him move and stop again.
"God damn you Gosunkugi! I *need* to *cooome*!"

Hikaru had a demonic smile on his face. His balls ached with the need to
release. He leaned over her, pressing the top of his cock against the
top of her slit, applying a small extra pressure to her clit.
"Akane-chan. I'll fuck you good and hard and make you come if you say
one final thing."

"Anything! Anything!" she pleaded.

"Look me right in the eye, Akane, look at me and tell me you wish Ranma
was standing right here, watching you fuck me like the slut you are."

Akane couldn't take it anymore. Her need outweighed everything. /Obey.
Obey. Obey,/ part of her mind chanted, rationalizing. Akane kept her
eyes fixed on Hikaru's face. "I wish ... I wish Ranma was here ...
watching me fuck you ... so that he'd know ... exactly what sort of slut
I am. Please!"

Hikaru suddenly pulled himself back so that only the head was left
inside. Then he rammed forward, burying himself all the way. Akane
screamed, loud and piercingly. Her back arched, her head thrown back.
Her hands fisted in the blankets. Her legs stuck straight out to either
side past Hikaru's body. She was shaking in nonstop tremors.

Hikaru pulled back and plunged in again. Akane let out another scream as
a second orgasm crashed over her. He pulled back only halfway, and then
shoved back in as his own orgasm hit. Surge after surge traveled the
length of his cock, firing from the end so hard that he was sure the
blasts of cum must be bruising her insides where they struck. He could
swear a full minute passed before he finally leaned forward, letting her
ass rest on the mattress once more.

Akane was still trembling. Her eyes were clouded, unseeing. She was
giving off little whimpers as her cunt rhythmically tightened on
Hikaru's prick, over and over again, trying to milk it of every last
drop. When he finally pulled himself out, she was still dazed and
unresponsive. Shaking his head, the boy grabbed her panties and put them
on the floor underneath her just before a flood of jism poured out of
her slit, sliding over her ass and falling to soak into the pale blue
fabric. Standing on rubbery legs, he grabbed a couple of tissues and
wiped himself off.

When Akane finally awoke from her stupor, she saw Hikaru sitting at his
desk, fully dressed, watching her. At the same time she realized what a
lewd picture she presented, lying on her back, completely nude, her ass
at the edge of the bed, legs spread wide open. From his position, he
could not help but be able to see every bit of her privates. Yet she lay
there, unmoving, not covering herself, as a deep, endless sense of shame
washed through her.

She'd had an orgasm while being raped, and this time she hadn't been
imagining Ranma when it happened. She'd been looking right at her
rapist. The only person she'd been thinking about fucking her was ...
him. She'd had an orgasm for no reason more or less than the fact that
Hikaru Gosunkugi had been fucking her.

Even harder to deal with was what she had said. Not so much the stuff
about asking him to screw her, and make her pregnant, and having
everyone at school know she was a slut. All of that she could reconcile
with the need to obey her rapists, to do as they told her. But she'd
told Hikaru that she'd rather have sex with him than Ranma. She'd said
she wanted Ranma to *watch* her doing so. She'd said she wanted Ranma to
know she was a slut.

Akane started crying. She still did not move or cover herself, lying
there with spread legs while her gasps built up to sobs and tears ran
from her eyes. /I really am a slut,/ she keened inside her mind. /I had
an orgasm because I was being raped. Not because I was thinking of
Ranma. Because I was being raped. If Ranma ever comes back he'll know,
he'll find out that I got off on being screwed by someone else. He'll
call me a filthy little whore and go away .../ She was weeping harder
and harder as her own thoughts attacked her.

Hikaru got up and sat on the bed beside her, reaching down and stroking
a hand through the hair atop her head. He looked at her nude form
admiringly, the pink nipples, the taut muscles, the trim patch of
midnight black hair above her slit. Taking a deep breath, he said,
"You're not, you know."

"Wh-what?" she managed to ask between sobs.

"You're not really a slut," he explained. "You're being forced. Let me
ask. If you were free to choose, if we had no hold over you, would you
let any of us touch you?"

"N-n-no," she whispered.

"And if you *had* to choose ... oh, and you can answer honestly, this
one time, I promise you won't be punished ... if you had to choose,
would you rather have sex with me or Ranma?"

Akane managed to open tear-blurred eyes, to look up at him. Could she
trust him? Could she really answer honestly? Chin trembling, she
stuttered, "R-R-Ran-m-ma."

Hikaru nodded. "You're not really a slut, Akane-san. You just have to do
what you're told. Which includes saying really nasty things about
yourself. And I'm not going to stop making you say those things, either.
But I don't want to see you break. So try to remember the truth."

"Why are you saying this?" she whispered, for some reason not thinking
about her nudity.

He shrugged. "I had a crush on you. Back before. I'm afraid that's dead
now. I *am* going to go on thinking of you as some sort of toy, but ...
I still care, in a way. If nothing else, it's Akane Tendo I want to play
with - not some Akane-shaped mindless doll."

Akane looked up at him, unable to believe how much he'd changed from the
almost invisible figure he'd been before. Had this self assured boy
always been hiding inside him, waiting to get out? Was there something
else still hiding, something decent in there she could reach?

"Can't you help me get free?" Akane whispered.

He shook his head sadly. "No. Sorry. I don't want to. I've looked into
my soul and ... I can't give this up. It's like a drug, and I'm a
helpless addict. I suppose that makes me evil. But it's a kind of evil
that remembers being something else."

Still whispering, she tried suggesting, "Could you get me free of the
others? I think it ... wouldn't be as bad ... if it was only you. If you
did, I'd ..." Akane gulped. "I promise I'd try to be a ... a good toy
for you. I'd do anything you said."

"Even while hating every minute of it?" Hikaru asked.

Akane closed her eyes and nodded miserably. "I hate every minute of it
now," she whispered. "But you care, a little, even when you make me do
things I hate. The others ... they'd destroy me in a minute if it suited
them. I ... don't think you'd do that."

Hikaru sighed. "I'm sorry, Tendo-san. I truly am. But Michio scares the
shit out of me. And I don't see a way to do anything about them. If I
did ... and it was foolproof ... maybe I would. But that's not going to
happen. So don't think about it."

He looked down at her. "I'll promise you this, though. I won't mention
your slip of the tongue to the others. If it helps you deal with what
they're doing to you, go ahead and fantasize that you're with Ranma
instead of them." His mouth twisted in a wry grin. "Though I suggest you
be careful about not calling his name."

Then he gave her a more serious look. "Not with me though. From now on
I'm going to be watching you closely. The only person you think about
when I'm screwing you is me. If I get any hint, any hint at all, that
you're pretending my cock is Ranma's ..." He leaned closer. "I will come
up with a punishment that will make anything Michio has contemplated
seem like kid stuff. So you are going to swear to me right now, on your
honor, that you won't fantasize about anyone else when we have sex. That
you'll only think about me." He leaned back, lifting his hand from her
hair and crossing his arms. "Do it," he said, waiting expectantly.

Akane almost cried again, but at least he wasn't going to punish her
right now, and he *had* promised not to tell the others. It was
something, however little. She closed her eyes, then spoke quietly. "I
swear, on my honor, that if, um, when, we're, uh, having sex, that I'll
... only think about you. I won't ... pretend you're ... someone else."

He got up off the bed, satisfied, and changed the subject. "You might
want to think about getting up and getting dressed. Because if you keep
lying there like that, I'm going to get horny all over again. And then
this whole thing is going to be repeated."

Akane sat up quickly at that, covering herself at last. She hunted
around for her clothes, immediately finding her underpants at her feet.
She lifted them between thumb and forefinger, looking at the gooey
puddle on the inside rear and the large, damp area where a good deal of
it had already soaked in. She glanced in Hikaru's direction to see if he
would order her to put them on despite the mess, but he ignored her,
picking up a book from a shelf and flopping down to read.

Not sure what else to do, and still walking around naked, Akane pulled a
quantity of tissues from the box on his bed and wrapped the panties in
them. Then she stuffed the whole down inside the schoolbag she had
brought over with her for the pretense of what they were supposed to be
working on.

After that Akane pulled on the rest of her clothes and left, walking
home, glad that she had worn tights so that she wasn't completely
exposed under her knee length skirt. Even so, the breeze blowing past
worked its way under the skirt and chilled the large wet patch on her
tights where the fluids were leaking out of her pussy. She hurried her
steps so that she could get home and change.

                               o - o - o

It was late Sunday morning, a little before lunch, and Akane was sitting
on the couch with her feet drawn up underneath her. She was reading a
magazine, but having a little trouble concentrating. For some reason her
pussy kept reminding her that it had been nearly twenty-four hours -
well twenty and a bit, anyway - since it had been filled with a rigid,
erect cock. She was feeling badly depressed that she couldn't stop
thinking about sex, given that the near constant sex in her life at the
moment was all coming at the hands of rapists. It was enough to make any
girl depressed.

/And horny,/ her subconscious insisted on chiming in. /Arrrghhh! I am
not horny!/ She closed her eyes. /I am not going to sneak up to my room
and touch myself. This is just ... habit. Those bastards are forcing me
to get used to that stuff. And some asshole is going to be screwing me
again in just a couple of hours, so I ... am ... not ... horny!/

Nabiki wandered into the room, carrying some books which she put in the
cabinet. /Something she must have decided to leave behind,/ Akane
thought. /Or something that belonged to the whole family to begin with,
and she borrowed semi-permanently./

The older girl turned around, then smiled and said, "Hey there, little
sis! What are you looking so down in the dumps about?"

Akane looked back down at her magazine. "I'm ... not. I'm fine."

Nabiki smirked. "Don't try to kid a kidder. Come on. What's up?"

Akane put down her magazine and looked up, her expression sad. "What?
Can't I be unhappy that my sister's going away? That I don't know how
long it might be before I see her again?"

Nabiki sat down at the other end of the couch, facing Akane with one leg
folded up onto the cushion. "I suppose. A bit. Though we both know you
and I have never been all that close. No. If I were to bet, it's not so
much the possibility of missing me. It's that you miss that fiance of
yours. Ranma."

The younger girl looked down. "That baka? Why would I miss him?"

Her sister snorted. "Dad and Uncle Saotome are out in the dojo, and
Kasumi is hanging laundry. The only one who could possibly hear you
admit the truth is the person who won't even be around to tease you
about it after next weekend. And believe it or not, I think that Ranma
is the right baka for you. Is it so terrible to admit that you miss
him?"

Akane was still looking down. She tried not to let a tear break free.
For some reason, she felt the need to confess to someone, and as Nabiki
had said, she would be carrying the confession away with her in a week.
For some insane reason, Akane didn't even consider the possibility of
extortion before that week was up. Speaking barely above a whisper, she
admitted, "I can't tell you how much I miss him. I wish he'd come back.
I want him here. I need him here." The tear broke free, leaving a trail
of moisture behind as it slipped down and fell off her cheek.

Abruptly Nabiki slid across the couch and pulled her younger sister into
her arms. "Hey! It'll be all right. He'll come back, you'll see. And
he'll be as strong as ever. I'd never say he has any brains, but one
thing about Ranma, he never gives up."

Akane hugged her sister back. In a choked voice, she said, "Thanks."

Nabiki pulled back. "Just don't tell anyone I did that. Put it down to
temporary insanity. Which must also explain why I'm not going to charge
you to keep it secret how you feel about him. Damn. I'm going soft. I
have to get out of here before you become an even worse influence on
me." With a smile and a flounce of her hair, she got up and left the
room.

/I wish I could tell you the truth,/ Akane thought. /But you'd insist on
trying to help. And there's nothing you can do. I just can't bear having
anyone else know about this./ She picked her magazine back up and tried
to concentrate on the article, her mind stubbornly remaining far away,
wondering where Ranma was. Unconsciously, her thighs pressed tightly
together in a rhythmic manner.

                               o - o - o

Akane listened to the footsteps as the boy who had just finished using
her padded down the hall. She said nothing. There were voices in the
distance, accompanied by laughter, as Katsuo presumably described to
Michio what he had just finished doing with her. More noises were
followed by the sound of a closing door.

The girl continued to lie there, expecting Michio to show up immediately
to take his own turn with her body. After several minutes passed, she
began to wonder what he was up to. As time crawled on further, Akane
grew restless, and attempted to scream her frustration.

Michio finally showed up, leaning against the frame of the door to his
bedroom. Smiling down at her nude form, he remarked, "I was going to ask
if you wanted to join me, Tendo-san. But I can see that you're all tied
up."

Akane glared at him. It was all she *could* do. There was a thick gag in
her mouth, preventing all but the smallest grunts of sound. Her ankles
and wrists were tied spread-eagled to the four corners of the bed. She
was stretched to tightly she could barely wriggle.

Michio grinned. "You certainly make a pretty picture like that. But I
kind of wonder what's the point. It's not like you can stop us from
doing anything we want to you, so why bother tying you up? I guess
Katsuo just has some fantasies about bondage. Which is reason enough,
now that I think about it."

Akane wished he'd shut up and start untying her.

"I kind of wonder," he mused, standing there without a care in the
world. "Was it any easier for you this way? I mean, it must piss you off
pretty bad, knowing you can't defend yourself because of that weakness
moxibustion. I know it would sure as hell piss *me* off. But this time
that wasn't the reason you couldn't fight back; it was the ropes. So you
didn't have to think about the moxibustion while he fucked you. It just
got we wondering, did that make it easier, or not?"

Akane closed her eyes. He couldn't order her to answer while the gag was
in place, and she didn't feel like trying to nod or shake her head.
Besides, yes or no wouldn't convey how she felt about it. She hated
feeling helpless while some perverted boy used her body for his
pleasure. Whether she was helpless because of the weakness moxibustion,
or ropes, or blackmail, or any other reason, they were all equally
unpleasant. Each in its own way.

Fortunately Michio didn't seem to care too much about the answer. He
finally pulled himself off the door jamb and strolled over. The teenage
boy idly fingered her pussy while she was held there motionless. When he
tired of this he untied her wrist and ankle on her left side, then moved
around the bed to the other side. While he was untying her right limbs,
Akane used her left hand to loosen the knot behind her head and remove
the gag.

After being untied, she closed her legs and crossed her arms over her
lower chest. Then she just lay there staring at the ceiling, waiting for
further orders.

"Well, aren't you just the little zombie," Michio laughed. "Go on and
get up, Tendo-san. Time to play whore."

Akane rolled to the side and sat up, eyeing him warily. She was pretty
certain he wasn't talking about taking her somewhere and selling her to
some stranger for sex. Or if he was, that was going to be the end of his
games, photos be damned, since being turned into a prostitute would be
as bad as the photographs being published. Still, she was concerned
about what it was he *did* have in mind.

"Follow me," he said, and led her into his bathing room. There he picked
up a squeeze bottle and handed it to her. She eyed it curiously, not
understanding what he wanted.

Smiling pleasantly, the boy explained. "Today you're going to be a girl
working in a soapland. First, you're going to undress me. Make certain
to caress me and use your mouth on me as you go. Then you're going to
pour that stuff all over your body. After that, the idea is to massage
the lotion into every part of my body using your body, except you're not
to use your hands. I'll tell you more when we get to it."

Akane looked at him with disgust, although she did her best to hide it.
She had heard about the perverted practices of prostitutes who worked in
the infamous soaplands. It seemed his idea for today was to make her
pretend to be a whore, just like he'd said, one who worked at a place
like that. Swallowing her pride, a task which had become increasingly
easy with habit, the naked girl started to unbutton his shirt.

Working slowly, Akane removed each article of his clothing and carefully
put it in the laundry bin, kissing the various portions of his body as
they were exposed. When she was done, she picked up the bottle of lotion
and the two of them moved onto the tile floor near the furo. Trying not
to think too much about what she was doing, Akane lifted the bottle and
squeezed, pouring the thick liquid on her shoulders and chest, letting
it run over her breasts, then spreading it with the other hand. She made
sure to get her sides, back, butt, pussy and legs as well.

After that she went to work. Wondering if it might get him to keep his
eyes closed for later parts, Akane started with his face. She drew his
head down between her tits, then rotated herself from side to side and
up and down, spreading the lotion across him from forehead to chin and
ear to ear. The process left him with a stupid, happy grin on his face.

Akane turned around and pressed her back to his chest, bending and
straightening her knees to slide up and down, transferring some of the
liquid from her body to his. The feel of his erection sliding between
her oily ass cheeks was decidedly ... strange. She smirked at the
hissing gasp it brought to his lips.

Finished with his front, Akane moved behind the boy. She wrapped her
arms around his chest for purchase, then slid her own chest up and down
his back, mashing her tits into the solid muscles he had there. She also
ground the front of her pelvis against his butt, which she had to admit,
despite his other faults, was pretty taut.

To finish up, Akane had Michio sit on the edge of the furo. There she
straddled his thighs, one at a time, rubbing her pussy and the insides
of her own thighs against his legs. When she was done she simply
stopped, still sitting on his right knee, and tilted her head to the
side as if to ask, "What next?"

Michio, breathing hard, pointed to the floor and told her, "Now y-you
kneel and g-give me a blowjob."

Unsurprised, Akane lifted off of his knee and gracefully knelt on the
floor between his legs. Taking hold of the base of his cock with her
left hand, she slid her mouth over the head and then pushed down to
engulf the stiff rod. A practiced cocksucker by now, even if she hated
when they called her that, Akane's tongue action and suction soon had
him on the edge of blowing his wad.

"Stop!" he commanded.

Akane slowly pulled her head back, her tongue licking along the full
length of his prick, making the boy shudder. Her lips drew back over the
head until his organ popped free, bouncing a little. She looked up in
curiosity. Inwardly she was grumbling that she hadn't managed to make
him come with that final maneuver. It had worked on Takeo the other day,
and just as she'd hoped the wimp hadn't been able to get it back up
afterward to screw her.

"Whooo!" Michio exclaimed. "You must really like sucking cock, don't
you, Akane-chan?"

She knew he always insisted on a response to these questions. She
continued looking up at him, since he'd once exacted painful retribution
on her nipples for breaking eye contact at such a moment. "Yes, I do. I
really like sucking on cocks."

"Okay, let's rinse off and then you can show me how good a whore you are
when you fuck me."

After rinsing the lotion from both of their bodies, Akane dried Michio
off with a towel before drying herself as well. Together they walked
back to his bedroom, where Michio lay down on his back.

"I'm feeling a little tired," he said, "so today you get to do all the
work."

Akane nodded, knowing what he wanted from having been made to use this
position a couple of times before. She climbed onto the bed and threw a
leg over his body, straddling him. Despite the fact she'd rinsed the
lotion off, enough had gotten into her slit that she was already well
lubricated. At least, she hoped it was the lotion and not her own
fluids. Taking his erect staff in one hand, she guided it to her opening
as she lowered herself onto it. With a small groan, Akane slid the stiff
piece of meat all the way up into her body. She paused for a moment at
the bottom.

"There's no need to take your time," her molester said, his body
twitching. "Go ahead and start screwing me."

As she obeyed, Michio reached upward and started fondling Akane's tits,
brushing his thumbs over the nipples. They quickly stiffened under the
stimulation, and he rolled them lightly between thumb and forefinger. He
watched in amusement as Akane's teeth indented her lower lip, then
lowered his gaze to watch his prick sinking between her folds only to
emerge again as she raised herself.

Releasing her left boob, Michio moved his right hand down between
Akane's legs. Brushing over her wet flesh he quickly found the hard
little nub he sought, bringing a gasp from her as he touched it. As she
screwed herself on his dick, he let his fingers stroke alongside her
clit, allowing her no escape from his touch as she tried to jerk herself
up and down.

Akane was in hell. Getting screwed produced physical pleasure, she had
come to accept that. But this particular position gave her control over
it. Which meant that she herself was in control of the pleasure she was
getting from being screwed - or rather, from screwing him. Akane wanted
to turn this to her advantage, to use the control to give Michio enough
pleasure to get him off and end the session, while not stimulating
herself so much that she might climax. The problem was, her body seemed
to have other ideas. Despite her best intentions, Akane found herself
pushing her cunt down onto his staff in such a way that she was
*maximizing* the pleasure she got from it.

Just to make it worse, Michio's fingers were touching her down there.
Exciting her. Sending currents of pure electricity along the nerves in
her clitoris. She wanted to beg him to stop, but had a pretty good idea
what his reaction would be and knew therefore that to do so would
accomplish nothing except to thoroughly embarrass herself.

"Oh, yeah," Michio cooed. "You like that you little whore, don't you?"

Inside, Akane thought, /It would feel better if you shut up, asshole!
You're distracting me from imagining doing this to Ranma./ Outwardly she
responded, "Yes, I really like that."

Michio was breathing hard now. "Refer to yourself ... in the third
person ... as `little whore.' ... Tell me ... `This little whore ...
loves fucking you.'"

Akane was having almost as much trouble with her breathing. /Damn his
fingers! And who does he think I am, Shampoo?/ Aloud she said as he
wished, "This little whore loves fucking you."

Michio gazed once more at the spot where they were joined. Akane was
lifting up, her thin inner folds trailing behind along the surface of
his cock. He could see her glistening juices running down along the
tight skin of his manhood. Gritting his teeth, he started pistoning into
her, matching her movements. Akane groaned.

Michio opened his mouth enough to ask, "Do you want me to come in you?"

Mind mostly on her own approaching orgasm, Akane answered obediently,
"Yes. I wa- ... I mean, this little whore wants you to come in her."

"Then here it comes!" the boy roared, grabbing the tops of her thighs
and slamming his hips upward. Like an erupting volcano, cum shot out of
the top of his cock to fill her. Seconds later he slumped back down to
the bed.

Akane was still desperately riding his deflating prick. Michio slapped
her ass and said, "Time to get off me." When she didn't immediately
obey, he lifted her off and dumped her on her side on the bed. He then
rose up on one arm, looking down at her. She was looking back up at him
unhappily, but said nothing.

Michio smiled cheerfully. "Sorry for not holding out long enough for you
to come yourself." He paused, but not surprisingly, she said nothing in
reply. Still smiling, he suggested, "Since I'm sure you need to come
pretty badly, I think you'd better go ahead and take care of it
yourself. Don't worry, I've seen you play with yourself before, so I
won't be embarrassed."

Akane stared at him. "But ..."

He interrupted before she could explain that she didn't need it anywhere
near *that* badly. "I couldn't think of denying you your own pleasure. I
*insist* that you frig yourself right now. In fact, just for your sake,
I want to see you work a couple of fingers into your cunt and fingerfuck
yourself."

His emphasis on the word "insist" sent the message home loud and clear.
She was not permitted to refuse. Akane turned her face away from him and
moved her legs apart. She put a hand to her crotch and slid her middle
finger along her slit, pressing it between the folds.

"Turn and face me, Akane-chan," Michio requested in a manner which was
clearly a command. "Keep your eyes open. I know you want to see how much
I enjoy watching you."

Hating him while not daring to show it, Akane turned her face back his
way and looked into his eyes while she played with herself. He was
clearly taking immense sadistic pleasure in forcing her to perform this
most private of acts for his viewing pleasure. Wanting only to get it
over with, Akane quickly found the plateau where he'd rudely dropped her
off and started scaling toward the peak once again.

Sliding two fingers inside of herself, Akane let her eyelids flutter
closed, only opening them for a couple of seconds at a time. This seemed
to satisfy the piece of vermin. During the periods while her eyes were
closed she allowed herself to imagine that the fingers slipping in and
out of her were actually Ranma's manhood. It didn't take long before she
stiffened and cried out wordlessly, then slumped in fatigue. She
withdrew the fingers, coated with semen and her own fluids.

Michio gloated. "That was a wonderful show! You really got into it, you
little tramp you. I bet you do that every night in bed, thinking about
all the fun things we've done to you during the day. Maybe I should have
you do that in class one day. What do you think? Think you could get
your hand up under your skirt without anyone noticing?"

"No," Akane answered, not even bothering with either rage or scorn. "If
I tried, people couldn't help but notice. Then your games would be over.
Or else others would want to play."

"And I don't want to share you with anyone else," he responded, agreeing
with her words. "Still, I'm sure we could manage something. Tell you
what. Between every class period tomorrow, you slip into the restroom
and get yourself off as quick as you can. You'll pass me in the hall
somewhere on your way back, unless you're late - which you'd better not
be. I expect to see that same rosy glow around your neck that you've got
right now, and I may grab your hand to sniff your fingers. So make sure
you don't wash your hands after. Have you got all that? Or do I have to
spank you until your memory improves?"

Akane turned away from him, lying on her side, unable to bear seeing
him. "I've got it all," she told him wearily. "I'm not some robot you
know. There isn't that much time between classes, and I'd have to get to
the restroom and back. I ... I'll try. But ... I might not be able to
manage every time. And people are going to notice me slipping out after
every class."

Michio shrugged, not that she could see given the direction she was
facing. "Tell 'em you got the runs if they ask. And I'll be the one who
decides whether you're trying hard enough, and whether to let you off
the hook once or twice, or at all."

He paused thinking, then added, "You know what? I think I'll give you an
incentive. You and Takeo are both on cleaning duty after school
tomorrow, and he was scheduled to have you there in the classroom after
you finished. If you do a good enough job tomorrow, I'll make him cancel
the session. Let him make it up later, sometime. There. Ain't I a nice
guy?"

Akane grimaced at the thought of what he wanted. But the more she
thought about it - a choice between several private masturbation
sessions in the restroom, or letting that jerk Takeo screw her in the
classroom after school - his proposal actually did sound like the better
deal. She sighed and said, "I'll do my best."

"Of course you will," Michio acknowledged, still feeling high from the
sex. "Now get your ass dressed and get out of here. I got better things
to do with my time than chatting with a whore like you."

Akane's arms spasmed. She barely restrained herself from spinning around
and trying to slug him. /One of these days,/ she promised herself. /You
just wait. One of these days .../

Akane stood up, found her clothes, and got dressed. She let herself out
of the chief scum's house and walked slowly back to her own home - the
one place in Nerima where she could feel safe.

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Note from H. Saotome, 2009-06-16: Chapter posted on original site.

My original nebulous thoughts back in chapter 1 were that Michio would
become a little more decent once he'd gotten his initial jollies out of
the way. But it seems that Gosunkugi is taking over that role instead,
and doing it much better than Michio ever could have.

The current plan is for a couple of more sex scenes with Akane in the
next chapter (already outlined), and then we start finding out what
Ranma's been up to all this time in the chapter after that.

Note, 2009-09-26: Chapter posted on asstr.org.

Note, 2009-11-14: Reformatted for both HTML and plain text.
