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 was not found. Akane's next day. 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 3

When Akane woke up on Friday morning, it only took a few seconds for her
to remember what school held in store for her these days. She lay there
for a few minutes, trembling, but there was nothing that she could do.
Her sister Kasumi would be highly suspicious if she tried to suggest
that she was sick again, so Akane was pretty certain that wasn't going
to work. The best she could do would be to delay leaving the house,
thereby assuring that she would get to the school only a minute or so
before the bell rang. That should prevent any before school ...
activities. Not that it would spare her later in the day.

Climbing out of bed, the teenager winced in mild pain, then proceeded to
call herself an idiot and other names. Why had she insisted on putting
her fingers inside herself last night? She had known she was still sore.
It hadn't really been too noticeable at the time, given how lost she was
in the fantasy and excitement, but she was paying for it now. She
sighed. At least the ache was a lot less than yesterday morning.

After breakfast Akane slowly dressed, watching the clock. As she pulled
her shirt out of the closet, some of the other clothes within it caught
her eye. Outdoor clothes, which she had recently taken with her to
Yomogi Valley, when she followed Ranma there and helped him to train for
the Hiryu Shoten Ha.

The only thing missing was the shirt which had caught on fire. She
recalled how Ryoga had come upon Ranma and herself later, after her
shirt was destroyed, and assumed the worst. He had accused Ranma of
raping her, or trying to rape her. Akane's eyes filled with tears at the
memory. Ranma would never have hurt her like that, of course, but *oh*
how she wished that one tiny piece of the accusation might have been
true. That she and Ranma might have had sex. That Ranma could have been
her first. Instead, someone else had stolen that from her.

The urge came upon Akane once again to pack her things, to follow Ranma,
to find him wherever he might be. It wasn't the first time that
possibility had suggested itself, either before or after the attack. But
once again she was forced to dismiss it. If she left, her attackers
would be furious, Michio especially. In their anger, they might carry
out their threat, put all of the photographs they had taken on the
internet. Men all over the world would see her violation, her nudity,
the loss of her virginity, the sexual acts performed upon her.

It wasn't just the humiliation of knowing millions of men, at the very
least, would see such things. Although that was a large part of it. But
how was she to disguise herself? To make absolutely certain that no one
she encountered after leaving home could possibly recognize her? Because
of the weakness moxibustion, she was utterly incapable of defending
herself from attack. However evil Michio might be, his comment that
there were some "sick bastards out there" was well taken.

If some sick pervert caught her out on the road, well, it was easy for
Akane to imagine far, far worse things happening to her than anything
her seven current rapists were likely to have in mind. However much she
hated them for what they had done and planned to do, she was forced to
admit they were showing some restraint. Even that demon Michio. Akane
sighed. Hateful though it was to say, that should be `especially
Michio.' He had kept the other boys from immediately hurting her again,
down there, to give her a chance to heal. He had provided a morning
after pill and contraceptives so she wouldn't get pregnant. He might be
doing so for his own sick reasons, but weighing the dangers made Akane
once again turn from the idea of trying to run away.

Pulling herself from these ruminations, Akane looked over at the clock
and decided she should leave now. She could walk at a normal pace, and
if she found she had misjudged, she could either slow down or start
running as she got closer. With a little care, she should be able to
arrive at the school gate just before the bell rang.

On reaching school, Akane quickly crossed the almost empty school yard.
She dropped her shoes and coat off at her locker, and arrived at the
classroom door with about thirty seconds to spare before the bell. The
teenage girl entered the classroom with a sense of relief,
congratulating herself on her timing. All congratulatory feelings flew
out the window, however, on seeing the black scowl Michio directed her
way. Akane was trying hard not to shake as she sat at her desk.

For a time during morning classes she managed to concentrate on the
lessons and close her mind to the horrors of the last couple of days.
When lunch arrived she stayed in the classroom, eating with some
friends. After her own bento was polished off Akane happened to look up,
only to see Takeo leaning against the door frame. He smiled and crooked
a finger, at which Akane dropped her eyes, breathing hard.

Noticing her friend's odd reaction, Yuka asked, "Is something wrong?"

Akane thought about ignoring Takeo, but something warned her that she
would only be setting herself up for something much worse later. So she
gave Yuka a false smile and said, "No, I'm fine. But I just remembered I
needed to ask someone something. I'll be back in time for next period."

She stood up before they could ask any more questions and walked off,
moving unhurriedly and trying to look casual. Her friends' eyes followed
her but, since Takeo had left the room as soon as he saw Akane getting
to her feet, there was nothing for them to see from which to draw
unpleasant conclusions. Instead they shrugged it off and returned to
their conversation.

Out in the hall Takeo gestured for Akane to follow him which, after a
moment of hesitation, she did. They entered the front center staircase
and started walking up the steps. Takeo turned his head over his
shoulder and remarked, cheerfully, "Michio is pissed with you. But he'll
talk to you about it later. Just follow me for the moment."

Akane did so silently, while worrying over what Michio might choose to
do if he was `pissed.' Not that she could do much at the moment except
worry. She woke with a start to realize they'd moved on to the next
flight, which led only to the roof. Akane turned questioning eyes on the
boy, which betrayed a hint of considerable nervousness.

Takeo saw the unspoken question and shrugged. "Roof ought to be deserted
this time of year. Yeah, it'll be a little chilly, but it really ain't
*too* cold today."

Akane stopped, terrified of what he might make her do out in the open on
the roof. But Takeo was ready for that. He grabbed her arm and yanked,
pulling the now struggling girl up the remaining steps, slapping his
other hand over her mouth when it looked like she might cry out. He used
his hip on the door handle and shoved it open with his shoulder. They
stepped out on to the roof and the door closed behind them.

Takeo dragged Akane around the clock tower which contained the door from
which they'd emerged. After making a full circle the boy's guess was
confirmed that no one else was up on the roof with them. He leaned back
against the door to make sure that nobody else could join them on the
roof without warning. Releasing her arm and mouth, he grabbed hold of
her hair with one hand so that she couldn't get away.

"You're gonna give me a blowjob," Takeo announced, smirking. "There
ain't much time, but I want you topless at least. Pull down that dress
and take off your shirt and bra."

Pleading, Akane tried to reason with him. "Please! We're outside! Don't
make me do this outside!"

Takeo laughed. "Yeah. That's part of the fun. But look around, stupid.
We're four floors above the ground, and at the top of a slope. The
nearest building that has a view of the roof is at least a kilometer
off. Now hurry up, before we gotta get back to class! Or do you want me
to start *ripping* those clothes off of you?"

Akane shuddered, but knew that once again she had no choice. Trying not
to think about the open air all around her, she undid her jumper and
lowered it, trying not to let it fall off her hips. She unbuttoned her
blouse and shrugged it off her arms, then held it hanging from her hand
for a moment, wondering where to put it down. Seeing no other option,
she let it fall to the roof. Finally the girl reached behind herself,
unhooked her bra, then let that slide off her arms and fall to the roof
as well.

Takeo licked his lips on seeing Akane's tits again, especially with the
added spice of knowing they were outdoors, and how that would be
affecting the shame she was feeling. He reached out and casually
squeezed first one boob, then the other, while Akane made no move to
stop him. Takeo laughed again, said, "Why not?" then let go of her hair,
grabbed her jumper and the panties underneath, and yanked them down to
her ankles.

Akane gave a cry and bent to grab for them, but Takeo seized her by the
hair once more, none too gently, keeping her upright. "Just do what I
want, Tendo," he told her. "It'll hurt less." He forced Akane to her
knees, while tugging down his zipper and freeing his cock.

The boy standing over her was correct when he had said it wasn't all
that cold for a November day. For a young woman who was essentially
naked, shivering further at the thought of being exposed like this out
of doors, the air on her skin was downright icy. Now wanting to finish
this and get inside as soon as possible, Akane opened her mouth and
accepted the intrusion of his hard prick.

She sucked vigorously, trying to make it quick. Takeo had a happy, awed
smile on his face as he watched Akane Tendo bobbing her head up and down
on his cock. With an image like that in front of his eyes, the boy had
no chance of holding back. Less than a minute later he groaned and
blasted his cum down her throat.

When he pulled his cock from her mouth, Akane asked timidly, eyes down,
"May I please get dressed now?"

Takeo felt a rush of power through his body. He had fucked this bitch
two days ago, dumping his cum inside her cunt. He had stripped her
today, and there hadn't been anything she could do to stop him. She had
just given him another blowjob, the second one she'd had to give him,
and had swallowed his cum again, without being told. Now she was
kneeling there, naked, asking for permission to get dressed!

A wild urge exploded within him. He wanted to grab Akane by the hair,
tug her to her feet, pull her legs out of the uniform and panties. He'd
tow her, protesting all the way, to the fence at the edge of the roof.
There he'd seize her arms and pull them behind her back, hard, and shove
her tits into the fence. Everyone below would look up, they'd see Akane
standing there, nude, her tits and pussy on display for all to stare at.
They'd see him, Takeo, standing behind her, holding her, and they'd know
that she was under his control.

It was hard not to give in to the urge. But Takeo wasn't quite insane
enough to do that. Michio would kill him for exposing their game like
that. Literally. Still, he felt the need to exert his power in some
additional way.

Still looking down, Akane saw her victimizer's feet step closer. Then he
was pulling her jumper and panties off of her feet, much to her
surprise. He also picked up her bra and shirt. Akane looked up at him,
not understanding, scared of what he might have in mind.

Grinning, Takeo took the articles of clothing one at a time, and tossed
them around the roof in different directions. Never too near the edge
though. Akane was speechless. Before she recovered enough to say
anything he told her, "Yeah, you can get dressed now." Then he turned
around and left through the door, leaving her naked and alone.

For at least a minute Akane continued to kneel there, frozen. Except her
head, which swiveled around and around, staring at her scattered
clothes. She knew what she would have to do. Her imagination was already
picturing it - walking naked around the roof of the school, picking up
each item of clothing. The difficult of the task lay in starting.

Eventually she managed. Standing up, with an arm across her chest. She
walked slowly to the panties and bent over, picking them up with the
other arm. Then the bra. When she got to the shirt, she had too much
trouble lifting it with the hand already holding her undergarments, so
she abandoned what little useless modesty she was trying to preserve and
picked it up with the arm which had been covering her breasts. Finally
she arrived at the jumper, dropping everything except the underpants,
which she proceeded to step into and pull up her legs.

It was at that point that she asked herself why she hadn't started to
dress as she reached each item of clothing, instead of waiting until she
had them all together. No answer occurred to her.

The rest of the school day proceeded without incident. The gym coach
frowned slightly over her excuse, but had no particular problem. She
made Akane sit on the bleachers at the side of the gym while the other
girls played basketball. When the final bell rang, Akane stepped out
into the hall to find Michio standing there. Hoping against hope, she
started to walk past, only to find a piece of paper held out in front of
her. Reluctant, but not quite daring to refuse, Akane took the piece of
paper and walked on.

Stopping in a restroom and closing herself in a stall, Akane unfolded
the paper to find that it merely had the words "Science Lab" printed on
it. The teenage girl hung her head, guessing full well what sort of
thing might happen in the science lab if she showed up there. What would
happen if she refused? Would he wait until a more opportune time and
hurt her in some new and terrible way? Would he betray the secret, tell
others that she was helpless, unable to defend herself?

She hung her head further. What was the use? What were her chances of
getting away if she didn't go to the lab? More than likely one of the
other members of his gang was waiting down near her locker, in case she
didn't do what he wanted. With an impending sense of doom, Akane trudged
out of the restroom and turned her feet toward the science lab.

Opening the door, she found Michio himself waiting there for her,
leaning up against one of the tables, apparently alone. She stopped for
a moment, while he looked her over. His expression wasn't happy.

"Get in here," he growled. "Lock the door."

Akane swallowed nervously, but did as he said. She walked over slowly
until she was standing a couple of meters in front of him.

"Do you know what you did wrong today?" he asked coolly.

Akane lowered her head a fraction and shook it negatively.

Michio walked forward a couple of steps until he was right in front of
her. "If you don't want me to slap you, you'd better think harder about
the answer."

Her automatic reaction was anger rather than fear. She was a martial
artist! Threats to slap her were ... were ... were only too effective
under the circumstances. She hung her head, thinking fast. "Because I
got to school at the bell? Because you ... wanted me there ... earlier?"

Michio nodded. "See. You do know. From now on you always get to school
half an hour before first period. Got it?" He grunted in satisfaction
when she nodded.

"Okay. Now take off your clothes."

Akane's chin trembled for a couple of seconds, but she had after all
entirely expected the order. She didn't even pause for long before she
started undoing her clothes and removing them.

Michio continued speaking while she undressed. "I chose the lab because
there weren't any classes here today, so nobody's coming in to clean.
Besides, it's at the end of the hall, so no one has any reason to be
walking by outside, and it's got that big supply closet separating it
from the next room. Which oughta be empty also. In other words, no
reason for anyone to hear anything." He nodded his head toward her feet.
"The shoes and socks too."

Akane reached down to pull off her shoes and socks while asking, "What
... what would they hear?"

Michio pulled one of the stools out away from the lab table. "You're
gonna be punished. Now bend over that." He unbuckled his belt, then
pulled it out of his pants.

Akane's face crumpled, and she shook her head from side to side. The
memory of the beating two days ago was still fresh. "No ... please! Not
again! I ... I'll be here early every day, I promise. I promise. And
I'll give you a blowjob right now, the best I can. I won't complain or
anything."

"That's good to hear," Michio replied. "But I'm still going to whip you.
I suggest you get yourself over that stool right now. Every second you
delay, I'm gonna add six strokes."

Akane stared at him, aghast. Then she turned to run. She hadn't taken
more than one long step before her arm was grabbed, yanking her to a
halt despite her attempts to pull away. She let herself go lax,
trembling. Michio pulled her to the stool, saying, "You've earned
yourself a good bit extra, dumbshit. Now bend over."

Completely helpless to escape, Akane slowly bent over the stool,
settling her belly on it. Still trembling, she took hold of the legs,
tensing herself for what was coming.

Michio was standing calmly beside his classmate, holding the doubled
belt in one hand. He examined her quivering yet perfect ass in delight,
dragging out the moment. When he judged that she was about to ask if he
had changed his mind, when she had reached a minimum of readiness for
what was coming, his arm swung through the air. The belt sliced into the
cheeks of her ass with a sharp *crack!*

Akane cried out and tried to lunge forward. Luckily Michio had foreseen
that reaction and put a foot on the bottom rung of the stool. She
couldn't begin to push hard enough to topple the stool with him holding
it in place. The belt swung and struck again. Shrieking, Akane put her
hands behind her ass protectively and half lifted off of the stool.

Michio casually pushed her back down, holding her in place with a hand
at the top of her ass. "Put your hands back down and hold onto the
stool, Akane-chan," he commanded paternally. "Every time you put your
hands back there, you'll earn two more strokes." Shaking, Akane slowly
lowered her hands and gripped the stool.

The boy's lips curved up, relishing in her obedience. "We can't have you
screaming too loud. Otherwise somebody might force his way in here, and
find you naked and getting whipped. So ... you want a gag? Or do you
think you can be quiet?"

Akane didn't want anything of the sort. She just wanted this to end.
"You could stop?" she suggested tearfully. "Please? I promise, I'll
swallow and everything. I'll even ... I'll even thank you for letting me
suck on it."

Michio twitched lustfully on hearing her, but said, "Since you didn't
ask for a gag, you'd better try to keep the noise down. Unless you want
people to see you like this." Then the belt cracked down again.

"Aaahhh!!" Akane screamed, kicking her legs. She managed to keep her
hands on the stool. His hand on her back kept her from any attempts to
get away. The belt came down again, forcing an even louder scream from
her mouth.

Hearing the echo of the sound in her own ears, Akane grew frightened
that people would indeed come to investigate. The evil, unholy bastard
had no intention of stopping. She caught her breath against the pants,
choking out, "Stop ... please! Stop!"

"Nope," Michio said, lifting the belt again, "Not gonna stop."

Pushing the words out past her tears as fast as she could, Akane gasped,
"Stop! Gag!"

Michio paused, stopping his swing before it truly began. "You decided
you want a gag?" he asked.

Miserably, tears running down her face, Akane nodded. "Yes, please," she
confirmed in a whisper.

"Stay there," he commanded. Walking over to Akane's clothes, he picked
up one of the knee socks she had worn that day. Then he found her
underpants, tucked under her shirt. Wadding those up, he walked back
over to her and said, "Open wide."

Akane waited a second, wishing futilely that she could think of a safe
way to get out of this, then opened her mouth. Her panties were shoved
inside. Then the sock was placed between her lips and tied behind her
head. Michio picked the belt back up and used his hand to hold her down
once more.

With his victim gagged, less likely to attract attention and unable to
protest, Michio proceeded to whip her more rapidly. Akane screamed and
shrieked into the gag, legs kicking wildly, as her already rosy ass
slowly shaded toward deep red. Streams of tears were running
uncontrolled down her face, those that weren't absorbed by the sock
falling one after another from her cheeks to form a small puddle on the
floor. Unable to control herself, Akane's hands flailed back behind her,
trying to shield the tender flesh, but only succeeded in receiving
painful blows themselves.

When Michio finally stopped, Akane was a sobbing, quivering wreck. Her
ass was fiery red, shading slightly toward purple in a couple of places,
and lined with welts. She was sobbing nonstop, with tears running down
her face and falling to the floor. The boy avoided looking at her face,
knowing that her nose was probably running as well. He untied the sock
and pulled it and the panties out of Akane's mouth, tossing them aside.
This made her continuous sobs much more audible.

The high school boy stood there, looking down at the girl he had just
beaten, feeling content. She had not yet moved to get off the stool, and
he was unsure whether that was because her mental state was so far gone
that she didn't realize he had stopped, or simply because she was too
scared to do anything without his permission. Idly he reached a hand
down and stroked a finger along Akane's slit. He chuckled a little to
notice that she was damp. Not much, true, but enough to tell.

It took almost ten minutes for Akane's sobs to calm to occasional
sniffles. By that time she had finally realized that Michio was fondling
her pussy, but she didn't dare protest. As a matter of fact, she didn't
want to draw attention to it at all, as she was almost ready to die from
the shame which had overwhelmed her. Because she had realized, from the
sloshing noises his finger was making, that she was sopping wet. Of
course, it didn't occur to Akane that he had been caressing her for
several minutes before she took notice, that her fluids had gradually
accumulated while she wasn't paying attention.

Speaking conversationally, Michio remarked while swirling his finger
around, "You feel how wet you are, Akane-chan? You know, you're not
supposed to get off on being punished."

Akane's shame doubled. The words were an accusation, and she couldn't
find a way to hide from it. What kind of a slut would get so wet from
such a brutal whipping? Her tears increased in volume again.

Michio played with her pussy a little more, then slapped her ass and
said, "Stand up."

While the girl slowly and shakily got to her feet, Michio walked over to
a sink and picked up a paper towel from the stack. Wetting it, and
rinsing his fingers off at the same time, he moved back to where Akane
was standing and held the towel out. "Here. Wipe that shit off your
face." After she did so, he pointed at the wastebasket nearby, and she
dropped the towel into it.

Akane now stood in front of him. Her bottom was in unbelievable pain,
and part of her longed to wrap her hands around his neck and twist his
head off. A small part. The rest of her was too scared of what he might
do if he even knew she was thinking such a thing. So she waited for the
order she knew was coming, planning to immediately get on her knees and
suck him off. She didn't want to give him any reason to think she was
defying him.

Therefore his next words came as a shock. "Climb up on the lab table
beside the sink. When you get there turn to face me and sit seiza. Put
your hands behind your head, and push your little tits out."

Impotently furious over the "little tits" comment, she nonetheless
rapidly obeyed him, not wanting to risk any chance of further
punishment. She stepped on the stool across which she had so recently
lain, and from there up to the table. She took up the pose as ordered,
pushing her chest forward. She tried not to think about the picture she
presented.

Except Michio then went and made it worse. Smirking, he stepped up to
the table, took hold of her knees, and pushed them wide apart. Akane
swallowed convulsively, knowing that her privates - not far below his
eye level - must be completely exposed. To say nothing of lesser areas
like her breasts and the hair above those privates. Breathing
deliberately and slowly, she closed her eyes and held herself immobile.

"Open your eyes, Akane-chan," he ordered.

Reluctantly, Akane opened her eyes. He was leaning against the next lab
table, arms crossed over his chest, leering at her. Ogling her. Making
her feel like a piece of meat. Despite the extreme discomfort, she was
careful not to move.

Speaking sternly, Michio said, "I expect you want to apologize for being
late this morning, right? Tell me you're sorry?"

Akane tried to keep her face expressionless. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Speak up, dummy," he warned. "And tell me what you're sorry for."

She breathed in and out, then tried to speak a little louder. "I'm sorry
I was l-late this morning."

"I thought so," he responded. "And I bet you don't ever want to be late
again, do you? In fact, I think you want to promise me you'll get to
school at least thirty minutes before the first bell every morning, like
I said earlier. Don't you?"

Akane carefully said, "Yes," knowing that was the only answer allowed.

Michio looked at her, waiting. Finally he asked with a frown, "Well?"

Akane shivered, wondering what she had done to anger him. "What do you
mean, well?" she asked cautiously.

His frown deepened. "You said you wanted to promise me something. I'm
waiting to hear it."

Akane cursed internally. Keeping her voice level, she said, "I promise
that I'll get to school at least half an hour before first period, every
day."

"That's better," he replied. "I know you realize now, you screwed up
this morning. In fact, I'm sure you're grateful to me for showing you
the error of your ways, aren't you? You want to thank me for punishing
you, right?"

If Akane's eyes could have shot death rays, the boy in front of her
would have been reduced to ashes on the spot. She certainly did not want
to thank him for any such thing. Her mouth stayed stubbornly closed.

His eyebrows lowered. "Akane-chan, you better think *real* carefully
about thinking you can get away with not doing what I want. I can have
you back over that stool in two seconds. Do you *want* another
whipping?"

Her eyes shot wide, and she shook her head violently from side to side.
Taking several breaths in order to speak normally, she got out, "Thank
you v-very much for pun ... for punishing me. I know you w-wanted me to
understand what I did was wr-wrong."

"I'm glad to see you know you should be grateful for being punished when
you do something wrong. In fact, I'm just positive you're about to ask
me to whip your ass with a belt whenever you do something wrong. I'm
sure you're even going to say `please'."

Akane was shaking her head again. "No ... please don't. I can't stand
it."

Michio smiled evilly. "Then you better always be a good girl, eh?
Starting with asking what I know you're going to ask. You've got ten
seconds."

Akane stared at him horrified, but was also afraid he would carry
through with the threat. Choking, she asked, "Would you pl-please
pu-punish me, anytime I do something wr-wrong? So that I'll ... remember
to b-be good?"

He frowned, causing her gut to twist. "Hmm. It's funny. I was certain
you were going to ask me to whip your ass with a belt. Not just ask me
to punish you."

The nude teenager who was wantonly displayed in front of Michio found
herself wishing that a lightning bolt would come down out of the sky and
fry him on the spot. But the weather gods must have been taking a coffee
break. Breathing deeply, her voice only quavered a little as she asked,
"Would you please ... whip ... my ass ... with a belt ... whenever I do
something wrong? So I'll remember to be good?"

"Yeah, sure, I'll be more than happy to help," Michio answered, earning
himself another death look. Leering at her body, he changed the subject.
"Yesterday morning you thanked me for arranging that little gang bang
Wednesday, because of how much you enjoyed it after we got started. You
still feel that way?"

Akane wondered why the bastard didn't stop his sickening interrogation
and let her give him a blowjob, so she could get dressed and go. Taking
another deep breath, knowing what he wanted to hear, she said, "Yes."

Michio cocked his head, studying the girl. "That didn't sound too
enthusiastic. Why don't you try again? You know, tell me how much you
liked it, and thank me for it again?"

Akane's body shook, from rage and disgust and humiliation, remembering
how hard it had been, how terrible it had felt, to get those words out
yesterday. "Why?" she cried. "Why are you making me say these things?"

Michio gave her a big smile. "Because I enjoy it Tendo-san. Because it
humiliates you, and that's the way I want you to feel. You better get
used to it. This ain't the last time I'm gonna make you say shit like
this."

"I ... I won't," she said, showing a little defiance.

"Of course you will," Michio told her with supreme self assurance.
"Because you can look down and see that stool, and know what's going to
happen if you don't. Because even if you take the whipping and hold out
to the point where I can't risk beating you further, that would probably
piss me off enough to whisper to a couple of other boys around school
about how weak you are. You can't run away or tell anyone without me
totally ruining your life, and putting you at the mercy of even more
sick perverts. You can't defend yourself from me. You've ... got ...
*no* ... choice. And the sooner you wake up to that fact, and accept it,
the easier this'll be."

Akane hung her head, wishing with all her might that she could think of
some way out. Some way of escaping this fate. Tears were running down
her face again. It was a miracle she wasn't dying of dehydration with
all the crying she'd done in the last three days. Shifting position
slightly, the slippery feeling between her thighs reminded Akane how wet
she still was `down there.' Which in turn made her cry harder.

"Now please notice, Tendo-san, that I'm being nice and giving you a
chance to regain your composure. But I ain't all that patient. And if
you don't want to find out just how much worse things *could* get, you
better look back up at me again and start talking. You know what I want
to hear. I suggest you try hard to make me happy. 'Cause you definitely
don't want me to be unhappy."

Akane broke. She felt her resistance shatter. Slowly lifting her head,
she opened her tear-filled eyes and looked at the boy who was
controlling her so ruthlessly. Sniffling a couple of times, she tried to
pretend that she was a robot, some sort of machine playing back a speech
he wanted to hear. "I ... I wanted to tell you again, Michio-kun, that I
really enjoyed it Wednesday. When you and the other boys rap- ... when
you and the other boys fucked me. And did those other things. I liked
it. I liked it a lot. Thank you so much for doing that to me."

"That's more like it," Michio complimented. "So what did you like best?
Being stripped, whipped, photographed, fucked, or giving blowjobs?"

Unsure which one he wanted her to pick, Akane answered, "I ... I liked
all of them."

"Really? Wow." He smiled. "I guess you really are a slut, aren't you
Akane-chan? Well? Aren't you?"

Trembling at the words, Akane could not at first bring herself to
answer. She slowly nodded her head up and down. It took a huge effort to
keep her eyes open, looking at him.

Michio sighed. "Say it, you stupid cunt. Or ..." He let his eyes slide
toward the stool.

Trembling harder, Akane licked at her dry lips with the tip of her
tongue. "Yes," she said quietly. "I'm a slut."

His mouth grinned again. "After all, only a slut could enjoy getting
fucked by seven guys one after another. And you just told me you enjoyed
it. Therefore, you're definitely a slut. Repeat that."

Akane's eyes implored him, but there was no give in his features. She
tried to remember the words he had just spoken. "Only ... only a slut
could enjoy being fucked by seven boys. One after the other. And I ... I
enjoyed it. Therefore ... I'm definitely a slut."

"And who took your virginity?" Michio asked.

Akane was having trouble breathing. "You did," she answered, then
corrected herself, "I mean, you took my virginity, Michio-kun."

"I did, didn't I?" he said cheerfully. "And if you enjoyed being fucked
by all of us, that means you enjoyed it when I fucked you and took your
virginity. I'm sure you want to thank me for that. And tell me how happy
you are I did it. And how much you loved it. In fact, why don't you make
a nice little speech about it? Go on."

She was shaking her head from side to side, silently mouthing the word
`no,' tears openly running down her cheeks. Michio began loosening his
belt buckle. He stopped when he saw her take a deep breath.

Akane felt like her mind was cracking under the strain. A speech?
Desperately she tried to think of what she could say. What words she
could come up with to please this sick and evil bastard. It didn't
matter that they would hurt. *Anything* that she said along the lines he
required was going to hurt.

The words tumbled forth. Any lie she could think of. "I wanted to
th-thank you, for taking my virginity. I, uh, I always hoped it would be
you. That you'd be my first." She wept some more, thinking of Ranma. "I
can't tell you how h-happy it made me, when I first felt your pe- ...
when I first felt your cock push into my va- ... into my cunt. It hurt,
a little, at first, but after that I, uh, absolutely loved it. It made
me s-so happy to know you were ... were *fucking* me. Like you said,
from now on, whenever I think of my first time, I ... I'll think of you.
I'll think of how it felt to have your cock in my c-cunt. I'll remember
the moment when you c-came in me. The very first time I had se- semen in
my cunt."

She wound down at last, looking at him fearfully. Hoping it had been
good enough. Hoping he wasn't going to punish her again.

Michio was afraid there might be a wet spot in his boxers. However, he
contrived to look stern, and was pleased to note the fear in Akane's
eyes. "I *suppose* that'll do, for now," he said reluctantly. "I dunno,
though. If it was as great as you say, I'd have thought you'd have
sounded even more grateful."

Akane was suddenly terrified that she was about to be whipped again.
Breathing a little too fast, she declared loudly, "It was! It was! It
was great! It was so wonderful, feeling you fucking me! Knowing you were
my first! I was only sorry that you waited so long! That you didn't fuck
me months ago!"

Breathing rather hard himself, Michio inquired, "And it really made you
feel special, when I got off and left a big load of cum in your cunt?"

Akane lied through her teeth. "Uh huh! I really loved that! Knowing that
I had your cum inside me! Knowing that ..." She took a breath to help
get the words out. "Knowing that your sperm ... were going deeper ...
deeper inside me."

Michio wasn't sure he could keep this up much longer. He definitely
needed to empty his balls, preferably into Akane's stomach. But he knew
that he was going to have warm memories of this conversation.

Looking at the nude girl opposite him, he asked lustfully, "Does that
mean you want me to fuck you again? Not today, but next week?"

Akane wanted to fall down and die, but went on as she had begun. Piling
lie on top of lie. Trying with all her might to make sure he would not
decide she had not done well enough. "Yes. I want you to fuck me again.
I want to feel your cock in my cunt again."

"Any time I want? As often as I want?"

"Yes," Akane breathed. "Please fuck me any time you want. Please fuck me
as often as you want."

The teenage boy couldn't take it any longer. "Okay. You can get down
from there and get on your knees."

Akane scrambled down from the table, ecstatic that her ordeal was almost
over. Yes, she had to give this devil a blowjob first, but she was
anxious to do so and get it over with. Then she could finally leave, get
out of this school. Suddenly worried, Akane remembered that she had a
doctor's appointment that afternoon. Glancing at the clock on the wall,
she breathed in relief to see that she still had plenty of time,
although she'd probably have to go straight there instead of going home
first.

As the nude girl knelt in front of him, Michio casually said, "You're
gonna tell me how badly you want to give me this blowjob. In fact, why
don't you *beg* me to let you suck my cock and swallow my cum?"

She nearly screamed in frustration. When would this torture end? Was
there no end to his evil, sick, twisted games? Remembering that she
didn't dare anger him, and that she wanted to finish this quickly and
get out of there, Akane calmed herself to the degree she could and did
as he said. "Please. Please may I suck your cock? I want to give you a
blowjob. Please will you let me? I'd really like to swallow your cum
too, if I may. Please?"

Michio was afraid he would come before he could get his cock in her
mouth if he demanded anything else. He granted his permission, and Akane
gratefully slid him between her lips at last, sucking on his prick and
moving her head up and down along its length. In less than a minute
Michio was holding the rear of her head, jabbing his cock into her
mouth, pouring cum onto the back of her tongue. He pulled himself out,
satisfied, then wrapped his hand around his shaft and pumped it once,
hard. Another shot of jism landed on Akane's nose and left cheek.

Michio, fully sated, slowly fastened his pants before he turned and
walked toward the door. Stopping just before leaving the room, he called
back, "Thanks, slut! We'll have to do this again sometime. I'll see you
bright and early Monday morning." With that he opened the door and
walked out.

Akane knelt there, not wanting to move, just wanting to curl up and die.
She couldn't *believe* the things she had said. No matter that he had
forced her, in a sense, no matter that she had been terrified, she was
the one who had chosen the specific sentences. The memory of the words
on her tongue was nauseating. Much worse than the semen she could still
taste. Several motionless minutes passed, but then she remembered her
appointment with a start, looking over at the clock to check the time.

Reluctantly she dragged herself to her feet. She wiped at her face with
another damp paper towel, planning to stop in a restroom to make more
extensive repairs. She donned her clothes, took one last look around the
lab to reassure herself nothing was out of place, then left the room,
shutting the door behind her.

Akane was a little afraid that she wouldn't make it out of the school
unmolested. But she did. Passing through the gate, she took a relieved
breath. Trying to put the memories behind her, she turned her feet in
the direction of the address Doctor Tofu had given her, and her hope for
keeping the situation from getting worse.

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Note from H. Saotome, 2009-06-11: Chapter posted on original site.

Just for the record, I don't intend to continue to give Akane
punishments of this severity (which is not to say there won't be
punishments of one sort or another). But I wanted something she could
look back on which could give her a reason to do as she's told when
she'd rather not (most of the time).

Note, 2009-09-08: Chapter posted on asstr.org.

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