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.

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

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Chapter 5

"I'm home!" the voice called, echoing through the house.

Kasumi, Akane and Soun came running. Even Genma trudged along behind.
"Nabiki!" the first three cried out on seeing the girl.

"Hey! I've only been gone four days!" she exclaimed, laughing, trying to
extricate herself from the multiple hugs.

"Even so, it was much too long," her father said tearfully.

"You'd better get used to it, Daddy," his middle daughter said
cryptically. "Now if you don't mind, I want to dump my suitcases in my
room and get changed."

A little later everyone gathered around the dinner table, preparing to
eat. Kasumi turned to her younger sister and asked, "Did you enjoy
yourself at the convention?"

"Better than you can guess," Nabiki replied with a smile. "It went
great. Really, really great. Something wonderful happened and I've been
trying to think ever since of how to break the news, but so far I
haven't figured it out." She gave a small, compressed smile after saying
that.

The others looked at her with raised eyebrows. Genma remarked, "Since
you must now explain what you mean, it sounds to me like you just found
a way."

Nabiki laughed, sounding uncharacteristically cheerful given there
seemed no immediate prospect of blackmailing someone. "I suppose you're
right," she admitted. "Okay then. There was a contest at the convention.
The goal was to come up with a marketing scheme for a new style of
ultrathin cell phone. And ... I ... won!" Her smile went from one side
of her face to the other.

"Congratulations daughter!" Soun said, happy for her. "How large is the
prize?"

Nabiki's features took on an extremely mischievous look. "The prize
wasn't monetary. Or not mostly. Just enough to cover travel and some
other incidental expenses."

"Travel?" Akane asked. "Where?"

"To America," she answered calmly, causing the others to drop their
jaws. "The prize was a couple of scholarships. The first to finish high
school at an *extremely* prestigious - and private - school in the
northeast there. The second to attend Harvard University. This is my
ticket to the big time, and I'm grabbing on with both hands!"

"But ... but ..." wailed her father, the first to recover his voice.
"Tokyo University is an *excellent* school! And it's right here! You
can't possibly go so far away! We'll never see you!"

Nabiki sighed, but kept her smile in place. "I was going away someday
anyway, Father. Face it, it's hard for a woman to succeed here. I'll
have much better opportunities in America. And Harvard will be the best
possible stepping stone to win those opportunities. Sure, Todai is an
excellent school, but it won't get my foot into the door in as many
places, admission isn't guaranteed, and I'd still need to come up with
the tuition. I've already got the Harvard scholarship, which will pay my
way *in full*." She saw that this argument did indeed have an effect.
"It will also give me a chance to perfect my English before I get my
degree."

"Will we ... will we ever see you again?" Akane asked in a small voice.

Nabiki gave her little sister an unusually gentle smile. "I'm sure I can
come back to visit from time to time. Say every other year or so. Maybe
more often once I strike it rich."

Kasumi was still trying to recover from her own shock. Her words emerged
slowly as she inquired, "When will you be leaving?"

Nabiki sighed again, knowing this wouldn't go over well. "Two weeks,"
she told them flatly.

"That's impossible!" her father declared, voice raised. "The school term
hasn't even ended!"

His daughter shrugged. "That hardly matters. As of now I'm no longer
attending Furinkan. I'll withdraw officially tomorrow. I need to get to
the states well before the New Year. They plan to give me some intensive
tutoring so I can start attending classes in January. Tutoring in stuff
like conversational English, just to name one."

His voice ponderous, Genma said, "I thought that school you've been
going to taught English to all of you already. What have you been
learning all of these years?"

Nabiki gave him a *look*. "Let's just say that they don't teach us to
speak English in a way that a native speaker would understand. In any
case, I've already got tickets for a flight that leaves in two weeks.
I'm going to need every spare second between now and then getting
everything ready to go. There's really nothing more that Furinkan can
give me, so it doesn't make any sense to waste so many hours out of each
day. In any case, I've already made up my mind."

Soun crossed his arms. "You're not going, and that's final."

Needless to say, that's where the argument began rather than where it
ended. Nabiki was implacable. Nothing that her father said moved her,
and any pleas made by Kasumi or Akane were ineffective since they were
torn between reluctance to let their sister go and happiness for her
good fortune. In the end, Soun started wearing down under the point
Nabiki repeatedly made that her college tuition would be completely
covered under this plan, which would certainly not be the case if she
stayed in Japan.

Technically, Soun had not yet given in when they declared a cease fire
and went to bed, but it was clear to everyone else that he had lost. In
any case, Nabiki would not be going to school in the morning, and would
be starting her preparations to move away.

                               o - o - o

Monday morning when Akane awoke it was hard, terribly hard, to pull
herself out of her bed. For two solid days she had been unmolested in
any way. The end of that period of peace was now at hand. Akane had a
pretty good idea of what was in store for her today, and desperately
wanted to avoid it. She wasn't very good at pretending to be sick,
though, as she'd already proven the last time she tried. It also didn't
take any stretch of genius to guess that skipping school would be a
really *bad* idea once the boys caught up with her. Which left her, or
so she saw it, with no choice whatsoever.

Thus she found herself walking down the street toward school, wearing
her uniform, every step bringing her closer to her doom. She was early
enough to be certain there would be a good half hour and more to spare
before the first bell. Akane had no intention of giving the evil Michio
an excuse to repeat Friday's punishment.

What was troubling her most was that she had been subconsciously
expecting Nabiki to be walking beside her. Her sister's presence would
have been a shield of sorts, one for which Michio and his cronies
couldn't blame her, and which might well give them pause insofar as
attempting anything. However, Nabiki wasn't with her, and wouldn't be
coming to school with her any more. The loss of that possible
protection, which Akane hadn't even realized she'd been relying upon,
had left the girl feeling even more exposed and vulnerable than she
might have felt otherwise.

When Akane reached her locker, her stomach flipped over to see Michio
leaning against the opposite wall. There were other students in the
hall, but his index finger pointed unobtrusively down the hall from
underneath his crossed arms, held where only she could see. He started
walking down the hall before she closed the locker, and she followed
reluctantly after.

Unsurprised, Akane saw the boy walk boldly into the Nurse's office once
more. She waited a few seconds until no one was looking, and slipped
through the door behind him. Akane very carefully locked the door,
knowing that whatever was coming, she didn't want to risk the
possibility of any unexpected spectators.

"It's nice to see you again, Tendo-san," Michio said, cheerfully enough.

Akane grimaced, then asked rather nastily, "Aren't the other bastards
getting jealous? You seem to be getting more than your fair share."

He grinned, unperturbed. "It was my idea. I get extra privileges. And
there are other reasons. But don't worry, they're going to get their
turns. Old `Voodoo Spike' is scheduled to have fun with you at lunch,
and Katsuo and Tanjiro will be seeing you after school."

Akane looked down, absorbing the news that they had worked out a
schedule for their use of her. Fairly frequent use from the sound of
things. It was so damned *demeaning* to know they thought of her as a
piece of property, communal property which they had to share among
themselves. It was even worse to acknowledge that this was little more
than the unvarnished truth. Until she could find some way out of this,
she was little more than their property, to do with as they pleased.

"What now?" she asked, still looking down. She thought she knew the
answer to that question.

Thus his response surprised her right down to her toes. "Come over here
and kiss me," Michio said.

Akane's head shot up, staring at him. He was smiling grimly, but looked
perfectly serious. Kiss him? She'd rather kiss a snake.

Michio's smile disappeared on seeing that she only stood there, making
no move to obey. His words came out soft, dangerous, "Have you already
forgotten what a bad idea it is to piss me off, Tendo?"

Akane shook herself. She looked around. "You ... you wouldn't dare!
There are people outside in the hall. The secretaries are in the office
on the other side of that wall." She pointed. "People would hear!"

The boy sighed for her obtuseness. "Of *course* I can't whip you in
here, you dumb bimbo. If I have to punish you, I'll have to wait until
after school. You got any idea what sort of mood I'll be in by the time
it happens?" He gave her a hard look. "Is that *really* what you want?"

Akane swallowed heavily, suddenly frightened instead of merely
apprehensive. She found it very easy to imagine him giving her a
whipping far worse than the one he'd given her Friday. She shook her
head from side to side in small movements.

Michio's lips turned up, but it wasn't yet a smile. "Then you'd better
get your ass over here and kiss me. Now."

Akane walked over to him slowly, as if she was being dragged. The idea
of feeling his lips on hers made her want to vomit. The sane part of
herself was demanding to know what her problem was. After all, her mouth
had already touched a much worse part of him than his lips, more than
once. But the more emotional part was having a great deal of trouble
dealing with the idea.

When Akane paused in front of him, Michio took the time to say, "Make
sure it's a real kiss. I'd better feel the passion. If you just press
your mouth to mine and then just stand there like a dead fish, you're
going to regret it."

Trembling despite her attempt to keep it under control, Akane stepped
right up to him, then lifted up onto her toes. Putting her hands on his
sides for balance, she slowly moved her face closer to his. Her lips
paused a centimeter short of contact, as she mustered the courage to
complete this task. Finally, Akane moved forward and pressed against
him.

For the first few seconds she couldn't bring herself to do anything
more. But his warning about a `dead fish' still rang freshly in her
ears. Despising him for making her do this, Akane began moving her lips,
trying to figure out the mechanics of what a kiss should be like.

It occurred to Akane, distressingly, that Michio had just stolen another
of her virginities. He had taken her true virginity. He had been the
first to use her mouth for his pleasure. Now he was her first passionate
kiss - simulated passion at least - and even worse he had made her
initiate it. Akane nearly wept at the thought that now there was one
fewer act which Ranma could perform with her before some other boy stole
the possibility from them.

Michio put his hand behind her head, holding Akane in place. Then she
felt his tongue on her lips. She couldn't pull back, and his tongue
easily forced its way past her clenched lips and then past her equally
clenched teeth. At that point it began exploring the inside of her
mouth, wrestling with her own tongue against her will. She tried to use
her tongue to push his out of her mouth, which of course she couldn't.
But the pressure she was trying to apply meant that when his own tongue
*did* retreat, hers followed under the sudden loss of resistance, and
for a moment Akane's tongue was in his mouth.

She pulled her tongue back instantly, and when his hand released her
head Akane jumped away from him, spitting. Luckily for her, Michio was
merely amused rather than offended.

"You bastard!" she hissed.

"Not true," he told her, still smiling. "My mother and father were
legally married long before I was born. However, for calling me names
you will bend over that bed, raise your skirt, lower your underpants,
and ask me to spank you."

Akane went red in the face, furious. She wanted to punch him *soooo*
badly. With an effort she reined the emotion in. Akane reminded herself
of the decision she had already made. Until she could find a way out of
this mess, she had to do as they said. /Even this?/ she demanded of
herself, angry and unhappy. But the answer came back, /Yes, even this/.

Akane turned and walked over to the indicated bed. Reaching up under her
skirt, she pulled her underpants down onto her thighs. She pulled the
skirt up above her bottom in back, then lay her front down across the
bed. Taking a breath, she asked, in a voice calm enough to surprise even
her, "Would you please spank me?"

Michio walked over, amazed - and a trifle disappointed - that he had not
needed to exert any further pressure. Lifting his arm, he swatted first
one ass cheek and then the other, leaving a red handprint on each. The
boy did not dare give her more, as her earlier point about people
overhearing was well founded. He thought about simply fucking her then
and there, but he wanted a little something else first.

Stepping back he said, "Stay in that position, Akane-chan. Now I have a
question, and I suggest you think carefully about the answer." A
moment's pause, and then he asked, "Do you want me to fuck you?"

Akane hesitated, but knew the only answer he would accept. "Yes," she
answered.

Michio sighed. Training his toy was proving to be quite a chore. He
stepped forward and slapped her ass again, causing her to yelp, then
returned to his position. "Questions like that are never answered just
by saying `yes,' my little cocktease. You answer by saying, `Yes, I want
you to fuck me.' Now, let's try again. Do you want me to fuck you?"

Akane gritted her teeth, then forced herself to relax. "Yes, I want you
to fuck me."

Michio nodded. "Do you really, really need me to fuck you, right now?"

She focused on the opposite wall. "Yes, I really, really need you to
fuck me, right now."

Michio grinned, and twisted the knife. "Do you really, really need me to
fuck you, right now, because you're nothing but a dirty, little slut?"

Akane fought her breathing back under control, feeling moisture gather
in her eyes. "Yes, I really, really need you to fuck me, right now,
because I-I'm ... nothing but a dirty, little slut."

"Then I suggest you strip off those clothes and get back in that
position. And hurry it up. We don't have all the time in the world, you
know."

Akane did know, and was secretly hoping that they'd run out of time
because of his stupid perversions. However, she started moving faster
when he drawled, "If you don't get your ass in gear, I'm going to give
it a beating this afternoon."

Her clothes were quickly dumped in a pile on the bed's pillow, and then
she bent back over the bed. Waiting to be raped once more. When she felt
something touch her pussy, Akane flinched, sure they he was about to
press himself within. After a few seconds, though, she realized it was
just his fingers.

"You're dry, you stupid slut," he complained. "What kind of slut has a
dry twat when she knows she's about to be fucked?"

Akane just lay there, not knowing what answer to give. Or whether any
answer was expected. It wasn't like he could expect her to magically get
wet down there just because he wanted to screw her.

Michio sighed loudly and dramatically. "From now on, you *always* make
sure you're ready when you know a guy is planning to fuck you. Now stick
a hand down there and play with yourself until you're nice and wet."

Akane jumped up instead, spinning around to face him, furious. She was
literally shaking in rage. "Never!" she spat through her teeth. "You can
go to hell!"

"Tendo ...," he started warningly.

"Whip me all you want!" Akane told him, the words tripping over one
another as they rushed out. "Whip me until my ass bleeds! I will never
do ... *that* ... while you watch, just for your sick pleasure."

Michio leaned closer, studying her, seeing that pain or the threat of
pain was not the right lever to use right now. He leaned even closer,
grabbing her hair and pulling her head back to look up at the ceiling,
as his mouth moved beside her ear. "How would you like your Dad to get
an envelope in the mail? With a photo inside? Maybe showing you sucking
away on my cock, hmm? Or naked, in the middle of an orgasm, with some
prick coming all over your face? Do you want your daddy to see what kind
of a slut he has for a daughter?"

Akane's knees went weak, and she only remained upright by the tight grip
he had on her hair. She was crying as she said, "You s-said y-you
wouldn't ... sh-show them ... to ..."

Michio interrupted her. "What I *said*, my little brainless bimbo, is
that we wouldn't post those photographs on the internet as long as you
didn't tell anyone about any of this. I never said anything about
showing one or two of them to your father if you decide to be fucking
stupid enough to defy me even after I punish you." He forced her head
around to look him in the eye. "Now what's it gonna be? Play with
yourself? Or let Daddy see what you're really like?"

Akane thought she had surrendered before. She hadn't, she now saw. She
had still resisted her attacker. She had still been unwilling to give
him what he wanted because it was humiliating. But now ... she dropped
to her knees, and this time Michio released her hair and let her fall.
Akane sobbed quietly. In her mind's eye she saw the image of her father
opening an envelope, and pulling out such a picture. The thought of not
merely being thrown out of her house - in a way she could accept that -
but of having her father believe her to be a slut for the rest of his
life ... that she couldn't handle. Akane knew now that she had to truly
surrender. That there could be no more defiance, no refusal of this
demon's evil demands. Unless she could find some way to escape
completely, she would have to act as if she were his property, his and
the others, and give in to his demands, whatever they were.

Which meant starting right now. He wanted to screw her before class, she
knew, and time was running short. Slowly Akane climbed back to her feet,
fighting back the tears, scrubbing at her face with the back of her
hand. "I'll do what you want," she said hoarsely.

He got up close to her face. "Say `Please may this slut finger her pussy
to get it wet enough for your cock?'"

Akane closed her eyes briefly, then opened them again. "Please may this
slut finger her pussy to get it wet enough for your cock?"

Michio grinned in victory. "Sounds good to me. Lie back on that bed, on
your back. Spread your legs as wide as you can, to give me a good show.
Then get busy with your fingers."

Akane followed his instructions emotionlessly. As she moved her legs
wide apart, her labia opened up, giving the boy standing before her an
excellent view of her pussy. Breathing steadily to control herself, she
put a hand between her legs and started stroking lightly. Her face
burned red with shame, but she continued the familiar, gentle motion.

The problem was, nothing was happening. The ache of performing this act
as a form of entertainment was too strong to leave room for arousal from
physical stimulation alone. Akane's eyes glanced at the clock, watching
the second hand sweep around. She wasn't sure what would happen if she
didn't manage to get wet, but she was fairly sure she wouldn't like it.
In desperation Akane closed her eyes to the sight of the monster in
front of her, and thought of Ranma.

That brought the first twinge of pleasure. Akane focused on him like a
talisman, imagining that he was touching her like this ... that he had
kissed her, their tongues dancing together ... that soon he would slip
inside her and they would make love, giving and taking pleasure
together. The teenager felt herself dampen, and before long there was a
slight squishing sound as her finger moved between her pink folds.

"That was a great show, Akane-chan!" Michio gloated, jarring her out of
the fantasy. "Now stand back up and bend over the bed."

Following orders, Akane slid off the bed and turned around. Bending
over, she lay her front on the mattress. She placed her feet a little
apart, thinking of her own comfort, since she knew she couldn't prevent
him from forcing himself into her.

Michio had his own eye on the clock, so didn't bother with any further
mind games. He had already dropped his pants. Kicking Akane's feet wide
apart, he placed his cock at her dripping entrance. For the second time
in his life, he slowly, ecstatically, pushed his long rod deep into
Akane's cunt.

Akane once again felt the strange sensation of having her insides
stuffed with a rock hard prick. It felt a lot like when the doctor raped
her on Friday afternoon, although a little different as well, in a way
she couldn't define to herself. Of course, it felt greatly different
from last Wednesday, when she'd been in agony from having her virginity
ripped away from her.

The high school girl was pushed forward and back on the bed a little
with each stroke of the shaft in her pussy. More importantly, she felt
the motion tug lightly on her recently stimulated clitoris. Combined
with the undeniably pleasurable physical sensation of fullness, Akane
realized that her arousal was climbing again. She struggled to fight it
down, promising herself that she would never again climax while being
raped. It was a losing battle, though. All too soon she was getting
close to the her peak, and Akane was forced to accept the bitter
knowledge that she was going to come, again, while a rapist was using
her. With the orgasm only seconds away, she pretended that the cock
inside her belonged to Ranma.

Michio suddenly stiffened and shot a large load of cum into Akane's
cunt. He pulled out immediately, still dripping, and held Akane down so
she couldn't stand right away. After seeing nothing for a few seconds,
the boy stuck a finger up Akane's hole and wiggled it around, pulling it
back out. A little of his cum came with it, extending to hang from her
in a long thread, before it broke free and fell to the floor.

Akane hadn't even tried to stand. She was lying there in shock, moments
from an orgasm which had been denied her. The shock came from the fact
that when he pulled out, for just a moment she had wished desperately
that Ranma would shove his cock back into her so she could come. Then
she had remembered whose cock it was, and had barely kept herself from
screaming at the idea that she could have had such a thought. The hell
of it was, she was still incredibly aroused, part of her wanting to put
her hand between her legs and push herself over the edge on which she
hung balanced.

Michio was pulling on his pants. Looking over at his victim still lying
across the bed, he suggested acidly, "Stop daydreaming about my cock and
get yourself dressed, Tendo-san. The bell will ring in a few minutes.
Oh, and before you leave, make sure to clean up the spunk that dripped
on the floor."

Akane jumped up, wanting to shout at him that it wasn't *his* cock she
was daydreaming about, but she didn't dare. At the same time, Michio
pulled a curtain across between the bed and door, not wanting anyone to
see her and end his game, then opened the door and left the room.

Trying not to think about what she'd just done, Akane pulled her clothes
on hurriedly. When a feeling of dampness seeped between her legs, she
grabbed a sanitary pad from the nurse's supplies, pulled her panties
back down, and stuck it on. Collecting a paper towel, she cleaned up the
spots on the floor, ignoring as best she could her knowledge of what it
was. At long last she picked up her schoolbag and fled down the hall
toward the classroom.

                               o - o - o

Akane fidgeted all through her morning classes. It wasn't just the
things that Michio had done to her that morning, although that was
reason enough in itself to be restless. But the orgasm she had only
barely missed was frustrating, like an itch she couldn't scratch. And it
didn't matter one bit that intellectually she was quite happy that she
hadn't come while the asshole had been screwing her.

At lunch time Akane found herself following Hikaru as soon as she
finished her bento. Like Takeo last week, he led her up to the roof,
which he quickly checked was deserted. Finishing his circle of the
tower, he requested, "Would you please get undressed, Akane-san?".

Akane looked at him pleadingly. "You're not like them, Gosunkugi-kun. I
know you're not. Please don't do this to me."

Hikaru smiled at her. "If you want to talk, I don't mind. But undress
while you do it. Or I'll have to tell Yuzuki-kun."

Akane swallowed, and began removing her clothes. While she did so,
Hikaru started talking.

"It was the other six of them who decided to do this to you, you know. I
wasn't part of their plans. Not until they decided they needed someone
for something else."

"The photographs," Akane said bitterly, pulling the jumper over her
head.

"Um, yeah, that," Hikaru prevaricated. "I suppose they could have picked
someone else, but they picked me. When they told me, I tried to run
away. As you could probably guess, they caught me. Then they started
telling me what they'd do to me if I didn't cooperate. I, uh, saw the
wisdom of going along with it."

"I seem to remember you participating," she said bitingly, unbuttoning
her shirt.

"Do you think I had a choice?" Hikaru asked, raising an eyebrow.
Inwardly he was utterly amazed at how *confidently* he was speaking to
none other than *Akane Tendo*. He wasn't stuttering or stumbling over
his words at all! He felt more sure of himself, and unquestionably he no
longer saw Akane as standing on some unreachable pedestal.

He continued his explanation while her shirt fell to the roof. "You
probably don't remember, but I didn't help beat you with the belt. It
was only the other six. But they'd never have let me get away without,
uh, you know ... oh, dammit, it's no use beating around the bush ...
without raping you. They wouldn't have had enough hold over me. They'd
have been afraid I might go to the police. After that, I was in it as
deep as they were."

"I don't see any of them forcing you right now," Akane pointed out,
glaring. "You've already raped me. So why are you making me do this
now?" She unhooked her bra.

Hikaru gave her a sad smile. "Got a taste for it. I guess I'm addicted
now. I suppose you'll probably hate me for what I'm doing, what I'm
going to do - but, you know what, it doesn't change anything. I'm still
going to do it. The only thing I can promise is that I'll try not to
hurt you. I'm going to make you say and do things you don't want to do,
but I won't do anything like what they did with the belt Wednesday."

"Should I thank you?" Akane asked in scorn, dropping her panties to the
roof and standing naked in front of him. "You're as perverted as they
are. Just not as vicious."

Hikaru tilted his head. "I think you're wrong about that. I think I may
be more perverted than they are. Most of them ... frankly they're not
too smart. Yuzuki-kun is, is a nasty sort of way. I'm kind of looking
forward to the two of us finding out just how big a pervert I can be."

Looking around he said, "The roof will be too rough for you to lie on
your back. Here ..." He pulled off his pants, and lay them on the roof.
Then he placed her jumper parallel to the slacks, leaving a space of
about sixty centimeters between them. "Get on your hands and knees. Put
your left hand and knee on my pants, and your right hand and knee on
your uniform. That should make it a little more comfortable."

Akane gazed at her classmate, puzzled that a rapist would have any
concern for her comfort. She moved to obey him, ignoring the temptation
to refuse. There was too much chance he would tattle to Michio if she
didn't do what he said, which meant that she didn't dare do anything
else. She knelt there, ass pointed in his direction, waiting for him to
begin.

When she felt the first feathery touch on her privates, Akane assumed he
was about to enter her. She was still somewhat moist from earlier, and
hoped that would ease the penetration enough. She remembered Michio's
command, of course, but if Hikaru wasn't going to ask her to do so, she
certainly had no intention of masturbating in front of him. As the light
touch continued, Akane begin to realize that it felt rather weird, not
like anything she'd felt before. She craned her head around for a look.

"What are you doing?!" Akane gasped in surprise.

The boy lifted his head from her crotch. "I didn't think you were wet
enough. I'm helping you get ready. I learned about this sort of thing on
the, uh, internet. Am I doing it wrong?"

"You were *licking* me?!" she asked, still struggling with disbelief.
Akane had heard about such things, of course, but had never believed a
boy would really want to do such a thing to a girl. Let alone when said
boy could make said girl do anything he ordered.

"Yes," he admitted, still trying to determine if he'd messed up somehow.
"You don't want it to hurt when I put myself in, do you? I'm, uh, a
little larger than most boys. I thought I ought to make sure you were
wet enough. It's supposed to feel good for the girl. Was I doing it
wrong?"

Akane wasn't sure what to think or what to say. She had accepted the
fact that the boys were going to screw her, and it would probably hurt
most of the time. Yet here Hikaru was, planning to screw her, yes, but
trying to keep it from hurting. And what he'd been doing ...

Akane closed her eyes. "You, uh, weren't doing it wrong. I don't think."

Hikaru put his mouth back to her pussy, and Akane quickly found herself
squirming under the sensations caused by his tongue. After a while she
remembered she wasn't supposed to feel good because of something one of
these boys did to her, and tried to imagine Ranma doing this instead.
For some reason the image kept switching to Ranma in his cursed form.

Eventually Hikaru pulled back, noticing that Akane was panting. "It
feels like you're plenty wet," he told her. "Lunch period won't last
forever."

"Go ahead," she said, resigned. Telling herself she definitely did *not*
regret that he had stopped. "Get it over with."

"I'm afraid it's not going to be like that, Akane-san," the young man
behind her said quietly. "Ever since last Wednesday I've been thinking
about something ... some things Michio said. Some things *you* said."

"I don't understand," Akane whispered.

Hikaru moved up beside her, kneeling, putting his glistening face close
to her ear. "I want you to say, `Please fuck my horny cunt with your
huge cock, Gosunkugi-sama.'"

Akane wanted to scream. She shivered instead. A moment ago Hikaru had
said he was more perverted than most of the boys. As far as she was
concerned, he had just proven it - or at least that he was as perverted
as Michio. He'd always seemed such a ... a ... nervous, quiet boy
before. How had he ...

"I'm waiting," he whispered, interrupting her thoughts.

Akane had to remind herself of her decision this morning that she had to
truly surrender. That she had to give in to their demands, all of them.
If she tried to say no to Hikaru, and he complained to Michio, and
Michio carried out that terrifying threat he had made ...

"Please ..." Her voice was too hoarse, the word barely getting past her
lips. Akane cleared her throat, and wet her lips with her tongue. A
little more loudly now, she said, "Please fuck my horny cunt with your
huge cock, Gosunkugi-sama."

"*Damn* that sounded nice, Akane-san," Hikaru breathed with elation.
"Now say, `I've wanted you to fuck me since the beginning of the school
year, from the first day I saw you. I'm very sorry I didn't offer you my
virginity a long time ago.'"

Trying not to think about the words coming from her mouth, Akane
repeated the sentences exactly.

Then she was forced to say, "I was so happy that your cock was the one
in my mouth when I had that mind-blowing orgasm Wednesday. Of course,
the real reason I came was because you were letting me suck your cock."

This was followed by, "Thank you for taking all of those photographs of
me. It made me so hot to think of you capturing those images of me
acting like a slut."

Next came, "God, I'm so horny, Gosunkugi-sama. Please, please fuck me,
and cum in my pussy, and let me lick your cock clean afterward!"

Akane couldn't believe the ridiculous crap he was making her say,
wondering when he was going to stop playing and get down to screwing
her. But the only thing she said was to repeat the things he wanted to
hear. She didn't want to contemplate the possible consequences of
disobedience. Saying those things made her feel dirty, unclean, but no
doubt that was exactly what appealed to his perverted desires. For some
reason he, just like that bastard Michio, got off on making her say such
things, debasing herself like that. Regardless, it didn't matter. She
said what she was told to say.

In the end Hikaru knelt behind her and slowly eased his large prick into
Akane's sopping wet cunt. It went in centimeter by gradual centimeter,
and just like last time a significant fraction was left outside at the
end. By the time he reached the end, Akane had dropped to her elbows,
ass in the air, groaning. She felt considerably more full than when
either Doctor Yamada or Michio had taken her.

Then he began his slow, steady screwing. As his thick meat slid in and
out of her, it pulled at her lips. Bolts of electricity flowed across
her clitoris to accompany that stuffed feeling she had, which was moving
back and forth within her. Combined with the way she'd felt all morning,
and with what Hikaru had done to her a little while ago, Akane was
shocked to discover that she was building up rapidly to an orgasm
already. Once again she tried to deal with it by imagining it was Ranma
doing this to her.

Hikaru gave a superior, confident grin at the effect he was having on
his long time crush. Her pussy made a sloshing sound each time his
massive tool pushed into her. She was moaning nonstop. She had lowered
her front even further, her elbows out wide, her face nearly touching
the roof. Her ass shoved back to meet each of his thrusts. Her moans
were now rising in pitch, "Oh God, Oh God, *Oh God* ..."

Hikaru pulled back, popping free from her snatch. Akane's ass shoved
back, again and again, her pussy mindlessly seeking his organ.

Leaning forward, the boy asked, "Do you want to cum, Akane-san?"

/I have to give him what he wants,/ Akane told herself, mind clouded
with her need. "Yes!" she exclaimed aloud. "Please make me cum!"

Trying not to go insane from his own lust, Hikaru said, "Then tell me
just *how* big a slut you are, and *convince* me that you want me to
keep fucking you."

/I have to be obedient,/ Akane reminded herself, mind fogged and ass
pushing back. /I have to ... do what he says. How big? What do I say?/

Just to make sure her pussy didn't think it was forgotten, Hikaru let
his finger trace lightly over her folds and her clitoris. He gently
dipped the tips of his fingers into her hole. Akane wiggled her ass
around unconsciously, trying to get more.

/God, I need to cum,/ Akane wailed mentally. "I ... I'm a *huge* slut,
Gosunkugi-sama. I ... I always have been. I ... didn't want people to
know. But I'm probably the ... the ... biggest slut at Furinkan. Ever.
That's how big a slut I am."

He pressed two fingers directly to her clit, causing Akane to moan out
loud, pushing back hard against his fingers. But an instant later he
pulled them away again, making her groan in frustration. /He told me to
convince him to fuck me. I have to obey./

"Please fuck me, Gosunkugi-sama. I want it. I need it. Please shove your
incredible cock up my tight, little cunt and fuck me *hard*. Oh God!
Please make me cum! That will prove what a slut I am! Only a slut would
cum when she's being raped!"

Hikaru line his cock up with her entrance, and shoved himself all the
way in with one thrust. Akane bucked around him, almost at the point of
release. He leaned forward as he fucked in and out. "Beg me to keep
fucking you, or else I'll pull out again. Beg me to cum in you, or else
I'll get dressed and leave."

/Obey. Have to obey./ Akane was ramming her hips back against him.
"Please keep fucking me! Oh God, fuck me, fuck me! Cum in me! Please
fill me with your cum! Please make me go back to class with your cum
pouring out of my ... my ... my *fucking* cunt! Aaahhhhhh!"

Akane went absolutely wild as the orgasm broke over her like a tsunami.
Her shrieks contained mumbles of something about "fuck" and "cum" but it
was impossible to understand the exact words. Hikaru slammed himself
forward, emptying his balls, flooding her cunt with jism. With no room
to get out past the prick filling her passage, some of his spunk blasted
directly into her womb.

When Akane finished shaking and her mind started to clear, she found
that she was still in the same position, with her face almost on the
ground and her ass high in the air. She could feel that her vagina was
still stuffed absolutely full of cock. Hesitantly looking back
underneath herself, she could see the boy's legs, his balls hanging down
just below her. Akane noticed a couple of long trails of semen running
around her black curls and along her belly toward her breasts.

/Oh my God!/ Akane thought, mortified. /I didn't really say all that,
did I? I mean, well, I suppose I did, but ... but ... I didn't have any
choice. He told me to say it, and ... I had to. If I didn't ... I have
to do what they say, that's what I decided./

"Are you awake again, Akane-san?" Hikaru inquired.

"Mmm," she said in answer, not wanting to speak.

From behind her came his voice. "While I was screwing you, you said that
if you came, it would prove that you were a slut. It looked to me like
you came pretty hard there. Would you agree that you've pretty
convincingly proven that you're nothing but a little slut?"

Akane closed her eyes, remembering her own words. Why did she keep
having orgasms while she was being raped? She shouldn't do that, should
she? What had Doctor Yamada said, that asshole? That she wouldn't have
orgasms unless she wanted the sex? That wasn't really true. Was it?
Akane was certain that she didn't want these evil boys violating her.
Was it possible that some tiny corner of her felt differently?

There was a sound of flesh striking flesh and a stinging sensation shot
through her ass as Hikaru gave her a hard spank. "I asked you something,
Akane-san," he reminded her sternly, sounding nothing at all like the
almost invisible boy she remembered. "Answer me."

Akane knew that even if it was all a lie, she still had to say what he
wanted. She also remembered Michio's instruction that single word
answers like "yes" were unacceptable. So she steeled herself and told
him, "Yes, Gosunkugi-sama. I had an orgasm while you were screwing me.
That proves I'm nothing but a little slut." Akane wished she could quiet
the tiny voice in the back of her mind which wondered if it could really
be true, even if just a little.

"That's what I thought," he agreed, then slowly eased his still
semi-erect dick out of her. It was accompanied by a small stream of
semen from her stretched opening, which slid down to her mound and then
extended itself as hanging whitish streams.

Akane, still looking back underneath her body, saw them hanging there.
She watched until they broke free, falling to the roof underneath her.
She saw Hikaru stand up behind her and she asked, "May I get up now?"

"You can get on your knees and turn around," he told her. "In case
you've forgotten, you asked me to let you lick my cock clean afterward."

Akane *had* forgotten, and her face reddened in further shame. She
wondered how much time was left in lunch period, then shuddered as she
remembered the dream she had Saturday morning. Moving a little more
quickly, the girl turned around, coming face to single eye, looking at
the end of a long, thick cock extending down and toward her at a stiff
45 degree angle. A drop of cum was hanging from the tip, and its sides
glistened. After a few moments of staring Akane bit her lip as she
realized that the wet shine along its veined length was mostly evidence
of her own fluids.

But she had no choice, as she was repeatedly telling herself these days.
Akane took the head into her mouth and sucked, letting her lips run
across the sensitive skin as she withdrew it. Taking hold of the shaft
at its base and head with her hands, she licked it with her tongue in
long strokes, cleaning it as best she could. At first she tried to
ignore the taste of her own juices, but came to the conclusion that it
wasn't particularly unpleasant even if the circumstances were.

"Good enough," Hikaru pronounced when she was done, giving the top of
her head a complimentary pat. "There ought to be just enough time for
you to dress and get to class. Get up so I can get my pants."

Akane scrambled to her feet, and started pulling on her clothes while
Hikaru did the same. She wanted to go somewhere and curl up, all alone,
try to come to terms with the fact that she'd just had intercourse on
the roof of the school, had a climax in the middle of it, and licked the
boy clean afterward. To say the very least, this image was deeply in
conflict with how she saw herself. Of course, the only place she would
be going was back to the classroom for the next period.

Hikaru spoke one more time before they left the roof. "You're to go to
the home ec classroom after school. Katsuo and Tanjiro will meet you
there." He ignored the tremor which passed over Akane from head to toe,
opening the door in the clock tower and disappearing inside.

                               o - o - o

In comparison to the morning and lunch events, the afternoon sex was
rather anticlimactic. The two boys made her strip and sit on a counter
in the classroom with her legs spread, then took turns standing between
her thighs and screwing her. It had the same physically pleasant
sensations which Akane had come to associate with the sexual act, but in
neither case did she become particularly aroused, nor did either boy
seem to care. In fact, if she hadn't stopped in a restroom on her way
there to "make sure she was ready" as Michio had put it that morning, it
probably would have been fairly painful.

The closest it came to being more than animal humping was when Tanjiro
had started grunting, "You like that, don't you, Akane? Huh? You like
that, don't you?" He hadn't even demanded that she answer. It was almost
offensive, in an exceedingly backward way, that he had no interest in
doing more than forcing her to spread her legs so he could use her pussy
as a sex aid.

Katsuo and Tanjiro left immediately after, leaving Akane behind to get
dressed. Before pulling on her panties, she used the third pad of the
day, having finally got smart and picked one up in the restroom when she
stopped off on the way here. Akane reflected with wry unhappiness that
she'd better lay in a stock of sanitary pads, and pack a few in her
schoolbag each morning.

Finished dressing, Akane took one last look around the home ec room,
site of many disasters for her. Perhaps it was only fitting that they
abuse her here. She sighed. Opening the door and leaving, she turned her
exhausted feet toward the exit and home. One more day finished. Akane
wondered how many more lay ahead.

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Note from H. Saotome, 2009-06-15: The character of Nabiki presented me
with a problem. While she has sold photos of Ranma partially undressed,
there is no evidence she did so with Akane, and I find it hard to make
myself believe she would - even for porn, even as evil as she can be. If
she stuck around, my muse would try to insist that she would find out,
and would take steps to do something about the situation. Of course, I
could drag her down into it as well, but I just didn't find the idea
appealing. Therefore, I decided to get rid of her, remove her from the
story entirely.

The other family members don't present me with such a problem. Kasumi
and Soun are both capable of being fairly oblivious to things in
general, and Genma generally doesn't pay attention to anything which
doesn't affect his own interests. I have not yet decided whether any of
them will discover some portion of the truth later, but I currently feel
disinclined to involve the fathers, at least.

Note, 2009-09-19: Chapter posted on asstr.org.

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