Moxibustion Violation
by H. Saotome

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

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

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Chapter 27

The world was spinning around, and Akane couldn't prevent herself from
moaning softly. She closed her eyes, but it didn't help. Opening them
again, she willed the room to hold still, and slowly it began to do so.

As the view settled, she examined her surroundings. There wasn't much to
see. She was facing toward a wall, which contained a window covered by a
plain shade. The wall was painted a neutral creamy white, and the
ceiling above was white plaster. It certainly wasn't her own bedroom,
but so far there was no clue where she was.

Taking stock of herself, Akane realized with a spike of fear laden
concern that she was naked. It also became immediately apparent that she
was bound, both ankles and knees tied together, and wrists secured
behind her back. However, there was no gag in her mouth. Would a scream
bring help, or merely a beating?

Her nudity led to an obvious guess that someone was planning to rape
her. Some man had probably knocked her out and brought her to his home.
The only question seemed to be, would he rape her and then let her go?
Or would he kill her afterward? The former would be unpleasant, but in
light of previous experience, something she could live with. The latter
she had to try to escape at all cost. With an effort of will Akane
forced herself to relax, waiting to learn more about her situation and
to see what opportunities might present themselves. She couldn't force
her heart to slow its rapid beat, but she managed to present a calm
surface.

Standing off to the side, finishing her preparations, Ukyo saw that her
captive was now awake. The eyes of the martial arts chef were hard and
cold. While stripping Akane, Ukyo had ample opportunity to observe the
evidence of what the girl had been up to in the last few hours. Her face
and chest were covered with streaks of dried semen. More was leaking out
of both her ass and cunt in large gobs. In fact, Ukyo had felt compelled
to get a towel and clean her off a bit, just so she could stand to look
at the slut. Frankly, the teenager could think of no profanity coarse
enough to adequately describe her former rival for Ranma's affections.

While preparing her victim, she had also been surprised to see traces
and smudges on the girl's body and arms. They were a bit faded, but
after bringing over another light Ukyo had been able to make out most of
the words and pictures. She shook her head again. The slut lying before
her was certainly into some kinky games with her ... fellow perverts ...
and Ukyo could only wonder whether Ranma was into that sort of thing
himself. He must be, she thought, since he could hardly have avoided
seeing those things when he was screwing Akane. Perhaps he was even the
one who drew them in the first place. Ukyo shuddered, shaking her head
again.

The young chef stepped forward, holding a mop. "How long ...?" she
started to ask, but her teeth were pressed together and her voice shook
too hard to continue.

Akane twisted around, eyes opening wide. "Ukyo!" she exclaimed. "What
...?" Belatedly, now observing the rest of the room, she recognized the
apartment over the restaurant.

"How long?!" Ukyo shouted, overriding whatever it was Akane might have
asked. "How long have you been screwing *my* Ranma? When did you decide
to use your cunt to steal him from me?"

Akane shook her head. "I didn't. I wouldn't. I mean, um, we did, sort
of, do something recently. But not before." Then her voice hardened.
"Not before you stole what you had no right to. Let me up from here."

Ukyo just smiled grimly, kneeling at Akane's feet with the mop.

"Wh-What are you planning to do with that?" Akane asked nervously.

Ukyo said nothing, but she took a length of rope and tied Akane's left
ankle to the metal part where the mop head attached to the handle. She
then sat on Akane's thighs and untied her knees and ankles. Putting in
an effort to hold the girl's legs fast, she spread them apart and tied
the right ankle to the upper end of the handle. Ukyo was surprised at
how little fight Akane gave her while doing so. In fact, so far as she
could tell, Akane hadn't resisted at all.

"What are you going to do?" Akane asked, worried, even though her worry
was now quite different from when she woke up. At least she needn't
worry about being raped. But she realized that this thought wasn't truly
making her feel any safer. Why had Ukyo undressed her? And why was she
tied up like this?

"When did you decide to seduce Ranma, to steal him away from me?" Ukyo
asked, sounding almost bored now. She stood up and walked across the
room again. She picked up some of her smaller metal spatulas from atop a
dresser and came back.

"I told you," Akane insisted. "It was after you raped him. Not that he
was ever yours to begin with. I admit, we've had sex. But our first time
was Christmas Day. And it was after he told me that he wanted to marry
me."

"You're lying," Ukyo said simply. "But I'll get the truth out of you."

Kneeling beside the bound girl, Ukyo reached down between Akane's spread
legs and worked the handle of a metal spatula up into her captive's
cunt. Akane shrieked and yelled, "Stop that! Are you crazy! What are you
doing?"

"Scream all you want," Ukyo told her. "The windows in this room face the
alley. The buildings on either side don't have apartments, and are empty
at this time of night. No one is going to hear you." She applied
lubricant to the handle of another spatula and forced it deep into
Akane's rectum.

"Goddammit Ukyo!" Akane shouted, squirming madly. "What are you
*doing*?!"

"Getting answers," Ukyo told her breezily. But there was a hint in that
breeze of a gale just over the horizon.

The chef picked up a pair of spatulas and linked them just behind the
blades with a rubber band. Spreading the handles apart, she placed them
atop Akane's right breast, on either side of the nipple. Then she
squeezed them together and quickly looped another rubber band over the
handle ends, forcing them to remain pressed tightly to one another. She
ignored Akane's screech, checking on the flesh which emerged from
between the handles, a nipple and a bit of the dark circle of flesh
surrounding it.

Then Ukyo gave the same treatment to the other nipple, bringing another
screech and more ignored demands to know what was happening. Ukyo stood
and went back to the dresser again.

Akane opened her misty eyes on hearing the footsteps approaching once
more. Ukyo had more items in her hands, and Akane was almost afraid to
find out what they were. A battery and ... wires? Akane's breath hissed
in and her eyes grew impossibly wide. She wouldn't?!

She would. Ukyo stripped the ends of the wires and taped one end of each
to the blades of the metal spatulas. The wires trailed across Akane's
body to lie on the floor to one side, the side where Ukyo now knelt.
Akane rolled away with a heave of her tied arms, ignoring the pain from
the spatulas caused by this motion.

Ukyo grabbed Akane's leg and slammed her back down. Muttering to
herself, she got up again, going off to rummage about in the next room.
Akane immediately started to squirm across the floor, not knowing where
she was going, the only thought in her head to get *away*. For the first
time she took note of the fact that she had been lying on a futon as she
came into contact with the bare tatami mats.

Ukyo returned, picked Akane up, and deposited her back on the futon, the
mop with her attached feet dangling past the end. She then took a pair
of spatulas she had just retrieved, the ends of whose handles were, for
whatever reason, linked by a fine chain. She rammed the blades through
the mats and deeply into the floor below, one on either side of the mop
handle, securing it firmly in place. She repeated the procedure with
another pair of spatulas at the other end of the mop.

Akane discovered that she was helpless. She couldn't move her legs at
all. She couldn't sit up because of the spatula in her ass whose blade
was flat on the futon's surface. At best she could only roll a little
from side to side. She looked fearfully at the girl beside her, whom she
had once thought was almost a friend.

"So," Ukyo said calmly, "how long have you been screwing Ranma?"

"I told you," Akane whispered, "Christmas was the first time."

Ukyo shook her head sadly. Lifting two wires, she touched the ends to
the terminals of the battery. Akane spasmed, clenching her teeth on an
agonized grunt as a jolt shot through her left tit.

"Would you care to try the truth this time?" Ukyo inquired curiously.

"Please," Akane pled breathily, "I *am* telling you the truth." In
despair she watched another two wires touch the battery, and this time
it was her right tit through which the jolt slammed.

"I know how much of a slut you are," Ukyo proclaimed coolly. "I could
see when I undressed you. So you can drop the innocent act. When did you
decide to fuck Ranma and take him away from me?"

Akane could only stare at the girl, not knowing what to say. It was
obvious she wasn't interested in hearing the truth. Would it help to
lie? To tell her what she had already decided was the only answer she'd
accept? But ... what was the answer? What would get Ukyo to stop doing
this?

She was silent too long. Ukyo touched another two wires to the battery,
and this time the shock ran up into her ass, causing Akane to lift her
pelvis clear of the futon.

Gasping, Akane decided that she'd better tell Ukyo something. Anything,
so long as it was something her classmate was ready to believe. "It ...
It's true," Akane gasped out, closing her eyes. "I seduced Ranma ..."
When? "When he first came here. I surprised him in the bathing room. He
was in the furo. I couldn't resist."

Ukyo nodded her head up and down grimly. "I knew it. And you've been
fucking him ever since, haven't you?"

"Yes," Akane agreed instantly, wanting to keep the wires away from that
battery. "He slips into my bedroom at night all the time. I love having
sex with him."

Ukyo's face scrunched up. "But if you were doing that before I arrived
... why did he accept the engagement? Why did he tell me I was his cute
fiancee?" She glared at Akane accusingly. "Did he decide to get engaged
to me despite what the two of you were doing? What did you do to steal
him back?"

Akane thought fast. "We ... We had an argument. Not long before you
showed up. We hadn't slept together in ... in a couple of weeks. Maybe
that was why."

Ukyo thought about this. "And as soon as we got engaged, and you
realized what was happening, you decided to spread your legs for him
again? Is that it?"

"Y-Yes, I did," Akane perjured herself. "I couldn't help myself. I
needed him."

"*I* needed him," Ukyo said with a hiss. "He was supposed to marry me,
and you took him away."

The young chef touched wires to the battery again. Akane cried out and
tears sprung to her eyes as electric fire raced through her pussy and
into her belly. She was panting when it stopped. "Please ..." she
whimpered.

Ukyo looked down at the girl pleading with her and brushed her lips with
her tongue. There was still a great deal left for the slut to confess.
Ukyo was a little surprised at how much she was looking forward to
forcing those confessions out of her. How good it felt to hear her
pleading. She leaned closer.

"Ranma wasn't the only one, was he?" she whispered.

Akane looked up, questioning. "What?"

Ukyo sent another shock through her ass. "Ranma isn't the only one
you've been fucking, is he?"

Akane was horrified. She couldn't tell anyone else what had happened to
her. The gang would destroy her. "No ..." she claimed, hoping the girl
torturing her would believe her this time. "Only Ranma."

"Liar!" Ukyo hissed, shocking her pussy, then both tits at the same
time. "I already told you. I undressed you. I saw. Just how many guys
*did* you screw tonight? It had to be several. And don't think you can
lie about it!"

Akane swallowed hard. She squeezed her eyes shut, tears leaking out.
Obviously the secret was already out. She had to hope they'd understand
if they found out Ukyo knew. "Please. You have to understand. They ...
they *raped* me!"

"Bullshit." Her voice was a growl. "I followed you. I saw what you were
wearing. I know whose house you went to. Don't you dare try to tell me
you weren't planning to fuck them, that you didn't want it."

"You don't understand."

"Oh, I understand." She sent another, long shot through Akane's left
nipple, making her writhe. "I understand that you're a slut. That you've
fucked God knows how many guys. That you're nothing but a little whore
who uses her body to get whatever she wants. Now admit it, or I'm going
to light up your cunt for a full minute."

"Oh God. No, no," Akane begged. She gave in. "You ... you're right. I
am. I'm a slut. I went over there planning to have sex with them. There
were four of them. They fucked me in my, my pussy, and my ass. And I
gave them blowjobs. And I enjoyed it. Okay?"

Ukyo stared at her, suspicious of the enthusiasm. But the statements
were clearly in line with her observations, so they had to be the truth,
right? After a few moments more, she accepted it, moving on.

"How many guys have you been screwing?" she asked, twiddling a couple of
wires between her fingers.

Akane hesitated, wanting to give the correct answer. That is, an answer
which wouldn't get her shocked. "Do ... do you mean the ones who do it
regularly? Or at all?"

"Oh God," Ukyo spat, disgusted. "How the hell did you manage to act so
innocent all this time? Do you even know how many guys you've fucked all
together?"

Akane felt her face turn red. "I'd have to stop and count," she admitted
in a whisper.

"Answer me this," Ukyo demanded. "How many boys from our own homeroom
have you slept with?"

/Michio, Takeo, and Hikaru,/ Akane thought fast. /Plus Hiroshi and
Daisuke. Oh, and Ranma, of course./

"Six," she confessed. "But you, you don't understand. I had to."

Ukyo gave her a quick zap in the ass. "Don't start up with that rape
shit again. You already told me you enjoyed it, remember? You do, don't
you? Enjoy fucking all those guys?"

Akane surrendered again, not wanting any more shocks. Besides, it was
the truth, sort of. In terms of physical pleasure, at least. "Yes," she
whispered. "I enjoy fucking them."

The chef looked down at her victim, still playing with the wires. It was
amazing, what she was hearing. Sure, she'd already figured it out on her
own. But hearing Akane say it, in her own voice, *forced* to say it -
for some reason Ukyo was feeling a bit warm. She leaned forward.

"How long? How long have you been like this?" she asked. "How long have
you been fucking every boy you can get? How old were you when you were
fucked for the first time?"

The bound girl tried to think. She almost said that it was after Ranma
left. But then she remembered that she had claimed to do it with Ranma
when he first arrived. She decided to go with that.

"It was ... that time I told you about. When Ranma arrived. When I
walked in on him in the bathing room. That was my first time."

Ukyo's smile was almost feral. She alternated back and forth between
Akane's tits, zapping each of them three times. "Oh no," she said, her
tone sultry. "I don't believe that for an instant. A slut like you?
You've been fucking a lot longer than that. Try again."

Akane swallowed. "You ... you're right. It was a boy. Back in middle
school. In ... in grade eight. I was, um, fourteen. He was really cute
and he, well he talked me into it."

Ukyo shook her head, and gave Akane's pussy a quick shock. "Try again."

"Okay, it was grade seven." Zap. "Gr-Grade six." Zap. "What ... what do
you want me to say?!"

Truthfully, Ukyo found she had grown less interested in the strict
accuracy of the answers, simply enjoying the pleasure of hearing Akane
humiliate herself by confessing to these things. There was also a
certain excitement to making her body jump. Leaning forward she said,
"I'll tell you what I think. I think the first person you fucked was one
of your teachers. Probably back around fourth grade. To get a passing
mark. How close am I?"

Akane didn't dare deny it. "You ... you're right. That's what happened.
It was in fourth grade, when I was, um, ten years old. I hadn't even hit
puberty. I waited too long to start a paper on, on, uh, the Meiji
restoration, and I got a failing grade. I went to my teacher, um, um,
um, Suzuki-sensei, and asked if there was anything I could do, anything
at all, to get a passing grade."

Akane had practically forgotten why she was saying this, losing herself
in the story. Besides the longer she talked, the less frequently Ukyo
could torture her. "I was, uh, playing with my skirt hem, pulling it up
a bit. He, he asked how badly I wanted it. I told him, really badly. He
locked the door. He told me to get undressed. I did. He told me to bend
over my desk. Then he, well, he put it in me. He, he *fucked* me, really
hard, and he came in me. And then I had to kneel down and suck on it.
But after I got dressed he scratched out the F and gave me an A."

Ukyo was amused, and even a bit turned on. She didn't really care if the
story was true or not. "And I bet you've fucked a lot of your teachers
since then, haven't you? I bet that's the way you pass all your classes,
by screwing your teachers. Isn't it?"

"Yes. Please don't tell anyone."

Ukyo laughed. "And the boys in the classes? You've been spreading your
legs for them constantly since then, haven't you? Ever since you were
ten years old?"

"Yes," Akane said, not wanting any more shocks. "I have. Ask anyone in
school, they all know. I've been a slut for the boys ever since fourth
grade."

As she knelt there, Ukyo stroked a finger along the wire in her other
hand, licking her lips. She wanted to use it again. She looked over
Akane lying there, naked, the swell of her firm breasts, the nipples
extended and squeezed between the spatulas. The black curls on her
mound, failing to hide the slit which led down between her toned thighs,
to the spatula sticking out of her body. The young woman couldn't quite
understand why the sight turned her on, but it undeniably did so. Ukyo
felt her own secret places itch as she imagined Akane jumping under
another quick jolt.

"How often, Akane-chan?" she murmured. "How often are you getting those
holes of yours filled?"

"Every day," her captive answered quietly, not daring to claim
otherwise. "Several times, most days."

"Does Ranma know? Does he know how much of a slut you are?"

Akane turned her head to the wall. "Yes," she admitted unhappily. "He
knows. He knows everything."

"Huh." The response came out as a snort. "I never would have guessed
that Ranma would want a slut as a girlfriend. You never really know, do
you? Maybe that's why you ended up with him instead of me. 'Cause sure
as hell *I'd* never be a slut like you."

Ukyo leaned back, thinking about what she had planned. But really, she
wanted to make Akane jump a little more. Not that there was any reason
she had to have an excuse to do so, but still ...

So she bent forward again. "I heard that back before Ranma came to
Nerima you used to fight a bunch of boys every morning. Something about
them wanting to date you. If you like fucking the boys so much, why did
you fight them?"

Akane blinked, flummoxed, feeling as if she had been trapped in a web of
lies she had been forced to tell. Her answer came out sounding like a
question. "Um ... because I didn't want to date them, only screw them?"

Ukyo happily gave her quick zaps in all four places. "That didn't sound
like the truth to me."

The short-haired girl panted as she lay there trying to think. Part of
her problem was that the quick bursts Ukyo was coming to favor, while
painful, were also a bit stimulating, in some weird way. She still
definitely wanted the torture to stop, but she was also imagining Ranma
rescuing her and then applying his, or even her, tongue to the spots
which were getting so much attention. Which was a distraction when it
came to giving her concentration to the concoction of new lies.

"Um, well, you see," Akane began, then paused. After a few seconds she
decided to finish with, "It's true that, well, I like to have sex with a
lot of boys, but that doesn't mean I'll screw *every* boy. The ones who
attacked me, uh, they were the ones I told `no'."

Ukyo nodded. That actually made sense. She wasn't sure if it was the
whole truth, especially as she realized by this point Akane was willing
to say anything which would keep the wires off the battery, but there
was probably some truth in it. This also provided an opportunity to get
some information for later.

"Really?" she scoffed. "There's a boy you won't screw? Name one."

Akane was breathing hard. She thought about this question. Ukyo wanted
her to name names? Why? Whatever, she'd go with a safe choice, someone
she wouldn't mind thinking about, but whom Ukyo would almost certainly
accept as an unflattering possibility. "Gosunkugi-kun. Hikaru Gosunkugi.
He wanted me. But I, uh, would never have been willing to let him do
that to me."

"Voodoo spike?" Ukyo laughed. "Okay, yeah, I can believe you said no to
him. So maybe you're telling the truth that there are some guys you
won't fuck." Her face turned serious again, while she tried to decide
what else to interrogate the prisoner about.

"How about girls?" was what she decided on. "I bet you're quite the
little carpet muncher, aren't you?"

Akane couldn't help crinkling her nose at the thought, before she
remembered that yes, in fact, she had done that sort of thing. Her face
turned red on remembering. "I, I, only with Ranma. I wouldn't do that
with any other girl. Just Ranma."

This answer pleased Ukyo, as she felt quite justified in making the
wires dance on the battery, which caused Akane to dance in front of her.
"You don't *really* expect me to believe that, do you? Either you're a
dyke or you aren't. Or, well, I guess in your case you must be bi.
Whatever. But given how much you screw around, if you're into that sort
of thing, no way I'm going to believe Ranma's the only one. Try again."

Akane groaned. "All right," she said weakly, "you're right. I've, uh,
I've been doing stuff with Yuka and Sayuri for years now. Pretty much
every time I went over their houses, we, um, we played with each other."

"And other girls too, right?"

Her face clenched for just a second, then relaxed. "Yes, other girls
too. And some of my teachers. The female ones, I mean. I, uh, already
told you about the male ones."

The chef nodded. "Does that include your sisters?"

Akane couldn't help the look of disgust. "No! Never!" Then she clenched
her teeth as shocks whipped in alternation between her pussy and ass.

"Are you *suuure*?" Ukyo asked, amusement clear in her voice.

"I'd never do that with my sisters," Akane repeated, but this time
sounded less than sure of herself.

Ukyo responded by sending more little jolts through her victim, her
thighs rubbing together as she watched Akane thrash. When she stopped,
and Akane had her breath back, Ukyo inquired tauntingly, "Not even
Nabiki?"

Akane decided she'd better give her tormentor some little tidbit.
"Nabiki turned me down when I suggested it." Then she quickly added,
"But never, not anything with Kasumi. You couldn't possibly imagine
that."

Ukyo decided to concede that point. It was true that she *couldn't*
imagine prim and proper Kasumi doing anything of the sort. So she moved
on, leering as she asked, "And how many of the neighbor's dogs have you
fucked?"

Akane stared, speechless. Then she stuttered, "You ... are ... sick!"

Ukyo rewarded the insult by spending the next minute randomly choosing
which spots to zap. After which she lightly asked, "What, as horny a
little bitch as you are, you've never decided to be one for real? How
about some other animal? I know, how about that pet pig of yours?"

"I already told you, you're *sick*! So do your worst."

Ukyo happily did her worst, leaving Akane trembling when she was done.
By this time the teenage chef felt very aroused, and pretty badly wanted
to get off herself. But she didn't want to just finger herself in front
of the tramp, not even while shocking her. There was something major
still coming up on the agenda, but Ukyo decided she ought to have a bit
of direct fun first. The whore owed her some pleasure for her trouble.
She stood up.

Akane was in no fit state to pay attention as the other teenager crossed
to her dresser. Ukyo opened a drawer, then spent a few minutes fiddling
with her clothes and the object she took out. She walked back, stood
over Akane, and said, "Wakey, wakey."

Akane warily opened her eyes, looking up to see what new torture awaited
her. Her eyes widened further to see Ukyo naked and wearing the
strap-on, with which Akane herself had once screwed Ranma. "Wh-What are
you planning to do with that?"

Ukyo chuckled. "Oh come on. It can't be *that* hard to figure out." She
knelt and pulled the spatulas out of Akane, also releasing the ones
clamped around her nipples. Akane winced in pain as they came off, then
flexed her legs as if she might somehow be able to close them at last.

"Please," she begged. There were fresh tears rolling down her face,
which surprised her. It had been some time since she cried because of a
rape. "Please don't do this. This isn't you Ukyo. You wouldn't rape
another girl."

Unfortunately, that word only acted as fuel upon a fire. Ukyo still
seethed whenever she remembered Ranma referring to what they had shared
as `rape.' Hearing Akane echo the sentiment did nothing to calm her.

She moved between Akane's legs. Reaching forward, Ukyo inserted a finger
into the squirming girl's cunt. "My, my. Seems like I won't need to
bother lubing you up for this. You're already sopping wet. Guess you
must be looking forward to it. No surprise, considering what a bi slut
you are."

"You don't understand," Akane protested. "I can't help it."

Ukyo wrinkled her nose at the claim. "What a pathetic little nympho. I
can't believe you had me fooled for so long." She lined up the strap-on
with the opening below her. "I really don't think a horny little thing
like you ought to be saying no to any of the guys." She paused for a
moment, thinking, while ignoring the squirming going on underneath.
"Except maybe that idiot Kuno. Telling him to go to hell would be
understandable even for a complete whore." Almost as an afterthought she
shoved forward, impaling Akane on the dildo.

Akane moaned loudly, while the tears ran faster. Ukyo leaned forward and
licked them off her face. "Oh, stop blubbering," she said softly as
another moan sounded in Akane's throat. "We can both hear how much
you're getting off on this." With that she picked up the pace, fucking
harder.

Unpleasant though it was to find herself being raped by another girl,
molestation had become too familiar a part of her life to cry over it
for long. The tears did slow down, and Akane noticed that she was
rocking her hips in rhythm to the thrusts above, fucking herself on the
dildo as it pumped in and out of her. She tried to stop, but only
managed for a few seconds before her body betrayed her and resumed the
motion, insisting on accepting the pleasure of the act.

Akane opened an eye for a moment, and saw that Ukyo's own eyes were
half-lidded in ecstasy. However, Ukyo immediately noticed that her
playmate was looking, and opened her own eyes wide. Noticing Akane bite
her lip, failing to hold back the tide of pleasure sweeping over her,
Ukyo's expression changed to a leer. Akane slammed her eyelids closed
again, shutting out the sight, although it persisted in her mind's eye.

Akane struggled to hold back the oncoming orgasm, while simultaneously
asking herself why she was bothering. This sort of thing could no longer
be considered unusual in her life. Then she felt lips close around her
nipple and suck, shattering her control. She writhed, her body now
rising rapidly toward a climax which could not be stopped. With shocking
suddenness, the lips around her nipple were replaced by teeth, biting
down lightly but firmly. Akane cried out, her eyes opening of their own
volition to look up into the two brown eyes still leering at her from
the vicinity of her chest. Her body quaked to the accompaniment of loud
moans, until she collapsed again, drained.

"Wow. You really *were* getting off on that," Ukyo commented with a
laugh, straightening her arms to lift herself up. Her expression slowly
shifted from amused scorn to something more pensive. While in most
respects she was ready to move on to the next stage, this still felt in
some way incomplete. There was something she still had to do.

Thinking it over, Ukyo realized that she hadn't come herself. Not that
she had expected to. Not originally, at least. After all, she was taking
her revenge on Akane, forcing the bitch to admit what a slut she was,
forcing her to reveal the oversexed tramp which hid behind the facade.
While Ukyo planned to take pleasure from the process, the goal hadn't
truly been *sexual* pleasure. At least, she didn't think so. Not
consciously, at least.

But now that she thought about it, she was feeling pretty damned horny.
The only question was, what to do about it? There was no way she was
going to take a break just to diddle herself, especially not if Akane
might guess what she was up to. She could keep fucking the bitch, of
course, but while the dildo was designed to give her some stimulation
during the act, she wasn't sure it would be enough.

Ukyo frowned as another idea occurred to her. Then her mouth shifted
into a wry grin. Given the fact that she had resumed dressing like a guy
of late, screwing a girl just now had been more appropriate than it
might once have been. So a little more sex with another girl was
reasonable enough, wasn't it? And it would certainly serve the little
bitch right.

Ukyo pulled the plastic cock out of Akane, dragging some leftover spunk
from earlier with it. She looked at the residue with distaste.
Unbuckling her toy, she scowled at Akane, who was slowly returning to
awareness. Kneeling beside the girl, she pried open Akane's lips and
shoved the dildo into her mouth. "Clean this off," she ordered. "You got
it dirty because of those guys you fucked earlier."

Having no choice, Akane licked it clean. Ukyo then wiped her face with
the towel again, making sure there were no traces left on her lips or
elsewhere. Setting the fake prick aside, she announced, "I hope you
enjoyed that, you stupid little bimbo. Though it was pretty obvious you
did. But while you were coming all over the place, you went and got me a
bit randy. So you need to help deal with that."

"Wh-What ...?" the dazed Akane got out before Ukyo swung a leg over her
face. Any further thought of protest was cut off when a wet, steaming
pussy came down over her mouth and nose. Her tits were grabbed like
handles in twin iron grips.

"Get to work!" the voice from above demanded. "And if you bite, I'll
squeeze these tits 'til they pop."

An ember of anger ignited in Akane, but had no fuel with which to burn.
She wished that she *could* bite, but knew only too well that she
couldn't do so hard enough to cause pain. Besides, it was getting hard
to breathe, which meant that she needed to make the uber-bitch get off
of her as soon as possible. Which in turn meant giving in and getting it
over with.

Akane ran her tongue from Ukyo's clit up to her sopping cunthole,
bringing a long drawn moan from the other girl. It occurred to her that
for once she was not being stripped of a virginity. This was something
which she had done with Ranma first. The thought gave her a crumb of
comfort as she worked her lips over the clit above her. Struggling to
work her nose clear of the fleshy folds pressing around it, Akane
brought her full expertise to bear.

Ukyo couldn't believe how *good* Akane was at this. She helplessly
released another loud moan. *Damn*, but the whore was talented. The
little dyke really *must* have been doing it with girls as much as with
guys. It was almost a pity she'd never be able to talk Akane into doing
this again, once she was finished ruining her.

It felt so good that the chef tried to hold off from coming, just to
make it last. But that proved to be a hopeless cause. With a banshee
wail Ukyo came at last, rubbing her wet pussy all over Akane's face
before dropping down to rest her head on the girl's taut stomach.

Thankfully, from Akane's point of view, this lifted Ukyo's ass a little.
She panted, dragging in deep breaths to fill her lungs, hoping that Ukyo
was done molesting her. After all, what more could she do? Akane
shuddered, as images filled her mind of things the boys had done to her.
It was plenty obvious that there were many things Ukyo could do if she
chose, and Akane could only pray that the bitch's imagination might be
starting to run out. However, she kept quiet rather than pester her
latest molester with questions which might annoy her into exercising her
imagination.

Ukyo slowly climbed to her feet, flushed and basking in a pleasant glow.
She stretched, feeling wonderful. She had taken the first part of her
revenge, and had one of the best orgasms of her life to boot. Now it was
time to move on to part two. She ambled over to the dresser, picked up
her clothes, and lazily pulled them on, starting with the boxer shorts
she had begun wearing after Ranma's betrayal.

After dressing, she lowered herself gracefully to her knees beside the
bound girl's shoulder, looking her in the face. "Akane-chan ...," she
called softly.

Unwillingly, Akane opened her eyes. Their was hurt in those orbs, and
disgust, and hate. As well as a touch of fear.

Ukyo smiled. "Now that we've established what you are, I think it's time
we made everyone else aware of it as well. I mean, the guys must know
that you've been screwing some of them. They do brag, don't they? But a
slut like you ... well, clearly you should be doing more to keep the
boys at school happy. I mean, it's obvious you're a complete nympho
slut. It just doesn't make any sense for you to be saying no to anyone."

"Wh-What ... What are you saying?" Akane croaked.

Ukyo's smile grew sweeter. "I mean, all those boys you used to fight
every morning. And all because you weren't willing to let them wet their
dicks in you. Was that fair? Really?" She shook her head slowly from
side to side. "That was just cruel. You should have been stripping in
the boys' locker room and begging them to fuck you."

Akane just stared, incredulous.

The okonomiyaki chef leaned forward slightly. "I think they should get
the chance," she whispered.

Akane swallowed, hard. "What do you mean?" she whispered back.

Speaking at a normal volume again, Ukyo answered, "I mean that I'm going
to go into the other room and start calling all of those boys you used
to fight with. And tell them that you're here, and you want to ... play.
I'm going to invite them all to come over here, and fuck you, over and
over and *over* again."

She ignored Akane, whose head was starting to swing from side to side,
mouth opening in a rictus of horror. Ukyo's eyes glittered, and her
voice grew harder. "I'm going to take photographs of all of them dipping
their dicks in your cunt. And I'm going to hand out copies to everyone
from school. And I'll deliver a special set to Ranma and your father."
Her grin could hardly grow any wider.

Akane was shaking. "You can't do that," she proclaimed, her voice higher
than normal. "You don't understand. You don't know what will happen to
you. You ..."

"Oh pipe down," Ukyo snarled. She reached blindly behind herself,
grabbed the strap-on, and shoved it into Akane's mouth. She smiled as a
thought occurred to her. "The perfect pacifier for you. Just suck on
that and be quiet." Taking hold of the straps, she tied it around the
girl's head so she couldn't push it out.

Ukyo shook her head and her mouth twisted. "Such a fuss. As for what'll
happen to me ... I'll take my lumps if I have to, but I don't think I
have much to worry about. Ranma's all bark and no bite, he would never
do anything to cause permanent damage. Your father will be so upset with
*you*, that he won't have time to think about *me*. As for the school
..." She laughed. "Yeah, the same school that let a group of guys attack
a single girl every morning, you honestly think they'd do anything? And
if they did, so what? Yeah, it would be a pain to switch schools, even
more of a pain if I had to leave the area and start new somewhere, but
it wouldn't be the end of the world."

She reached forward and patted the head lying at her knees. "So you just
lie there and think about all the cock you're about to get. I bet the
very thought will get you all wet." The scared look in Akane's eyes made
her hesitate for a moment, but she shook the feeling off. "I got some
phone calls to make."

Ukyo rose quickly to her feet and left the room, closing the door behind
her.

Akane had been trying to talk around the cock gag the whole time, but it
had been fairly useless. The tip was in her throat, and it was taking a
lot of effort just to breathe around it. Akane noticed that every muscle
was tensed up. Her martial arts training came to the fore and she forced
herself to relax, to conserve energy until there was something useful
she could do with it. If only she could explain about Ryoga, what he was
really like. He was going to do something nasty to Ukyo, she was sure,
if her rival messed up his plans.

In the meantime, Akane closed her eyes and tried to meditate. She did
all she could to block out the images of what was coming. She hadn't
been so frightened since a group of boys unrolled a mat on a classroom
floor, after proving that against all expectation she could not defend
herself against them.

                               o - o - o

In the next room Ukyo dropped with a sigh onto the cushion beside the
short stand on which her telephone sat. The sensation of victory was
intoxicating, and part of her wanted to simply lean back and enjoy it.
However, this was no time to rest on her laurels. Eventually Akane was
going to be missed. While no one was likely to *guess* where she was,
Ranma or her father might think to interrogate her schoolmates if they
spotted the boys walking to or from the coming session. It would only
take one of them to spill the beans, and Ukyo wanted to make sure that
the majority, at least, of her plan would come off. She only hoped that
she could achieve the whole.

She sighed again. It was a pity that she knew so little about those
morning battles, other than a few rumors. They had stopped long before
Ukyo herself arrived at Furinkan. The only name of which she was certain
was the name Akane had provided herself, earlier. Old Voodoo Spike
himself, Hikaru Gosunkugi.

Ukyo laughed, thinking about how he'd be drooling and stumbling over
himself with glee at this chance. She'd had ample opportunity to observe
his hopeless crush on Akane, and how utterly useless he was. Watching
him fuck the girl in the next room should be quite entertaining. Except
that she wouldn't let him touch her until he'd divulged the name of
every boy who'd participated in fights, all the ones who had ached to
get into the bitch's pants, only to be beaten up for their trouble.

Or maybe she'd let him touch her, but nothing else, until he gave her
the names she wanted. He'd probably be even more eager to cooperate that
way.

Pulling the telephone book out from the bottom of the stand, she quickly
located the name "Gosunkugi." Or names, rather. Thankfully, there were
only six names, two pairs of which shared addresses. Only four calls to
make, at most, to find the correct one. Seeing no reason to hesitate any
longer, she dialed the first number.

She got it on the second try. "Hikaru!" she heard the female voice on
the other side. "One of your classmates is on the phone. A girl!"

Ukyo frowned at that. She'd been trying to speak deeply. Apparently it
hadn't fooled the woman.

"Hello? This is Hikaru."

The voice made Ukyo frown. The classmate she knew should have been
flustered out of his mind to hear that a girl had called him on the
telephone. This guy sounded ... calm.

She had already confirmed it, but ... "Is this the Hikaru Gosunkugi from
class 1-F at Furinkan High School?"

"Yes it is," he replied. "May I ask for *your* name?"

Ukyo's frown deepened, but then she shrugged. "This is Ukyo Kuonji. I've
recently returned to town, and I have a little ... surprise for you.
Concerning Akane Tendo."

The voice, when it spoke again, sounded guarded, puzzling Ukyo further.
"May I ask what sort of surprise?"

"I know how much you ... want some, let's say, *attention* from Akane.
And how much she's hurt you by turning down your efforts. I expect
you're probably more than a bit upset with her over that fact, but at
the same time I bet you'd still like to ... spend some time with her. Am
I close?"

There was a hesitation on the other end of the line, then the reply,
"You could say that. I don't think I'd want to put it quite so, ah,
bluntly. I'd be very interested in ... whatever you have to say."

Ukyo smiled. "What would you say if I told you there was a chance for
you to get pretty, hmm, *lucky* tonight? With Akane-chan? Still
interested?"

"Very much so, Ukyo-sama," the voice fawned. "Very, very much. But, uh,
are you sure Akane wants me? Like that?"

"Trust me," Ukyo told him. "She's going to do whatever you want.
Anything at all. She's realized that it's time she stop being so ...
stingy ... with her favors. All you have to do is show up and, heh, all
your wishes will be granted."

The voice still sounded eager, but Ukyo almost imagined that there was a
trace of coolness in it as well. "I wouldn't want to be disappointed,
Ukyo-sama. Are you sure she won't say `no'? What if she does?"

"Hikaru, I told you, trust me. She won't say no." Her voice lowered.
"She cannot say no. Is that a problem?"

"No," he answered. "No problem at all. I am ... really looking forward
to seeing her. Is this at your restaurant?"

"That's right," Ukyo said, feeling a vengeful warmth filling her. "But
hurry over. Otherwise I might have to invite someone else over to, ah,
go first. If you understand."

"Oh, I understand," the voice breathed. "Believe me. I'll be there as
fast as I can. Um, are you planning to invite anyone else immediately?"

Ukyo chuckled into the receiver. "We'll talk about that when you get
here. Don't keep Akane waiting." She hung up the phone.

Ukyo settled back to wait, a teeth-baring grin on her face. She'd leave
Akane alone for a bit, to sweat in suspense. Let the bitch think she was
making a lot of telephone calls right now, that all of the boys were
coming over immediately. It wasn't going to make any difference in the
end that she called them after Hikaru got his turn.

                               o - o - o

Ryoga tapped his fingers on the arm of the couch, his mind only half on
the ball game. Time was passing, and Akane still wasn't home. Should he
call Michio, just to check? While he didn't much care if he pissed off
the other guys by joggling their elbows, he didn't want to come across
as the type to worry just because she was out of his sight. Still, it
was getting late.

The bell on the front gate rang as someone passed through, and he sighed
in relief. She was home at last. Better late than never. He grinned,
thinking of how to tease her over the length of time she'd spent with
the boys.

The knock on the door startled Ryoga. Akane wouldn't knock. Who ...?

He started to rise to his feet, but then saw Kasumi stroll down the hall
toward the door. He let himself fall back with a grunt. This wasn't his
house. What did he think he was doing, planning to answer the door?

He was now a little angry with himself, and he wasn't sure why. Where
the hell was Akane anyway? It shouldn't take *this* long for those
bastards to empty their balls into her. To hell with it, he'd call
Michio, and then work the asshole over if he tried to take it out on
Akane. Even angrier, Ryoga climbed to his feet to go to the telephone.

Except he was met at the doorway into the hall by Kasumi. "Oh!
Ryoga-kun! I was just ..." She waved a hand behind herself. "This is
Gosunkugi-kun. A classmate of Akane and Ranma. Except he says he'd like
to talk to you."

"*And* Ranma," Hikaru added with a smile. Except Ryoga noticed that the
smile did not reach his eyes. "In private, please."

Kasumi looked puzzled, but left the room.

Ryoga's eyes trailed her out of sight, then turned back to the boy in
front of him. "I don't like surprises. What's this about?"

"Akane," Hikaru said succinctly. And softly. "There's trouble."

Ryoga frowned. What *kind* of trouble he wanted to shout, but held back.
Waving the other boy to follow, he led the way outside. Once there,
Ryoga said, "Ranma's asleep. He's, well, let's just say he's exhausted."
The boy couldn't help a small chuckle. "Now tell me what the hell this
is really about."

Wasting no time, the other boy explained, "I got a strange telephone
call a few minutes back. From Ukyo Kuonji." Noting Ryoga's reaction, he
sighed and said, "Yeah, I figured you know her. Seeing she's one of you
martial artist types. Anyway, from what she said, she seemed to be ...
offering me the chance to, um, well, to do things with Akane. She didn't
come right out and say it, but it sounded like she was saying that if I
came right over, that I could have sex with Akane. And Akane wouldn't be
saying `no'."

Ryoga scowled. "Akane is supposed to be over at Michio's house. How the
hell did Ukyo get involved? Did she tell you to come over to Michio's?"

"No. Her place. Ucchan's restaurant."

"Fuck. What the *hell* is going on?" Ryoga ran a hand through his hair,
then looked the smaller boy over. "At least you came right to me."

Hikaru shrugged. "Akane belongs to, er, you first. Then us. Not Ukyo.
But Ukyo, I don't stand a chance against her. The only one that does is
you. What else did you expect me to do?"

Ryoga didn't answer. "Come on. We're wasting time. Let's get over there
and find out what the fuck is going on."

"Yeah," Hikaru agreed. "We want to hurry. She made noises about inviting
other guys as well."

"Fuck! Come on!" Ryoga started running.

"W-Wait!" Hikaru gasped, falling behind.

Ryoga almost didn't stop. But then it occurred to him that Ukyo was
expecting Hikaru, and they still didn't know what this was all about. It
might be better not to just smash his way in. Spinning around, he yanked
Hikaru up with one hand, dumped him over his shoulder, and took off
running again.

"This ... is ... a ... bit ... undignified," a bouncing voice said from
behind his back.

"At least I'm not leaving you behind," Ryoga snarled. "I'll put you down
when we get there."

They reached their destination in less than a minute.

                               o - o - o

Ukyo heard a knock downstairs. She smiled at Akane and said, "Sounds
like they're starting to arrive. I'll just pop down and let them in,
okay?" She waited a moment, then observed a tremor pass through Akane's
body. Smirking, she turned and left the room, heading down the stairs.

The knock sounded a second time, and Ukyo slowed, surprised again when
she realized the source. She would have expected Gosunkugi to come to
the front door, not the back door in the alley. She shrugged again. Not
that it mattered. Even if by some chance it wasn't Gosunkugi ... Ukyo
hefted her battle spatula. It had been three months since a burglar had
tried to break in, and had gotten the surprise of his life.

Ukyo opened the door, finding the boy with the shadowed eyes she
remembered. Except it looked like the dark circles might have cleared up
some. And ... was he standing straighter? She shrugged. Who cared? It
was just Voodoo Spike. He'd serve his purpose like a good little freak.

"Come on in," Ukyo welcomed him heartily. "I hope you're ready to have
some fun. Akane ..."

She winced, looking back over her shoulder at the boy who had just
tripped over the bucket, the one she'd left by the wall when she'd
grabbed the mop earlier to tie up Akane. Thankfully it was empty. "For
God's sake, Gosunkugi, do you have to be such a klutz?!" She turned
back, closing and locking the door, while Hikaru set the metal implement
back on its wheels with a clatter. Heaving a sigh, she told him, "Stop
fooling with the damned bucket already. Come on, let's go upstairs." She
led the way, with her guest right behind.

She didn't notice the other figure, which had slipped through the back
door while she was distracted, wait at the foot of the steps until she
passed through the door at the top. Ryoga glided silently up the treads.

As they passed through the doorway into the upstairs apartment, Ukyo
made sure to clap her arm around the boy's shoulders. She didn't want
him doing anything stupid, until she was sure how he'd react. As it
turned out, his only reaction appeared to be a widening of his eyes.

"As you can see," Ukyo stated in the tones of a salesman, "Akane is
ready to do anything you wish to do. And this time she definitely won't
be saying `no' to you. Or to any of the other guys she's refused. She's
finally admitted what a slut she is, and I think it's high time she
stopped restricting her favors to the dozen or however many guys she's
been giving them to. Wouldn't you agree?"

Hikaru licked his lips. "So you're saying ... I can have sex with her.
And you'll let me?"

Akane's eyes snapped open at the sound of his voice. Hikaru? Here? What?
Why? Trembling, she saw the eye on the side of his face opposite Ukyo
wink at her. She closed her own eyes, sagging with relief. Then she
started crying, unable to stop herself. Except ... Hikaru couldn't
possibly stand up to someone like Ukyo. He'd be slaughtered! She had to
find some way to tell him not to try!

Ukyo answered the boy. "Yes. You can fuck her. Right here, right now.
You can fill her with your cum. I won't just let you, I'll cheer you on.
But you won't be the only one. Let's be clear about that. I want the
names of every other boy she fought. Every boy she refused to spread her
legs for. I want every one of them to come over here and fuck her
tonight, to use her like the whore she is." Ukyo's arm around his
shoulder tightened. "Just as soon as you give me those names, you can
find out how good it feels to bury your cock in her cunt."

Hikaru stepped forward, out of the circle of her arm. Winking at Akane
again, he said, "Of course. I'll need a piece of paper to write on ..."

Ukyo started to step forward as well, then snapped her finger and turned
to close the door. As she turned, her peripheral vision caught sight of
an oncoming rush. She spun, whipped out her battle spatula, and blocked
the attack.

"Ryoga!" she shouted, shocked. How the hell had he found his way here?
How had he known Akane was here?

/Ryoga!/ Akane shouted mentally, her mouth still filled with the dildo.
She caught sight of the half smile on Hikaru's face as he backed toward
the side of the room, away from the action. She realized that he must
have brought Ryoga, and blessed him. As much as she hated Ryoga at the
moment, he was the only one who might be able to save her from Ukyo.

Ukyo and Ryoga slowly circled each other. "This is none of your
business," Ukyo snarled. "Look, I know you've always been sweet on her,
but I don't think you realize what kind of a tramp Akane is. She's been
fucking Ranma. And a bunch of other guys. She isn't worth your trouble."
Her eyes narrowed. "Or has she been screwing you, too?"

Ryoga gave a barking laugh. "Let's just say it's my business and leave
it at that." He spun and kicked, almost too fast for the eye to see, but
had to break off to dodge a swing of the razor sharp spatula. He started
circling again.

Ukyo was getting worried. Ryoga was built like a tank, and even gave
Ranma trouble. She wasn't likely to win this fight unless she got lucky.
Or did the unexpected.

In the same instant as the thought, Ukyo pulled out a small bag and
threw it. Ryoga's fist pulverized the missile, but it exploded in a
white cloud, revealing its contents to have been flour. He found himself
temporarily blinded.

Ukyo went on the offensive immediately, seeking to use the advantage
while she could. At the same time she cursed herself for not having
prepared herself with more of the special items of her family's brand of
martial arts. She swung, trying with all her might to give Ryoga a
concussion he'd be remembering for a long time to come.

Ryoga heard the rush of wind, which told him the spatula was coming in
with the flat of the blade instead of the edge. He grinned a little
grin, and made no attempt to avoid the strike, taking a moment instead
to wipe his eyes clear. Ukyo may have heard rumor of his breaking point
training, but had certainly never had cause to face it. The training
which had meant that even Ranma needed to deliver a hundred punches in
the space of a second in order to achieve any significant result.

The spatula slammed into the back of the boy's head, just behind the
bandanna. Ukyo relaxed for a fraction of a second, secure in the
knowledge that she had won.

Ryoga's fist shot out, clipping Ukyo behind the ear. She dropped like a
stone.

"Ouch," he remarked, sounding bored.

Hikaru went over to Akane quickly, kneeling beside her. He unbuckled the
straps and gently removed the dildo from her mouth. "Are you hurt?" he
asked.

She shook her head. "Nothing that matters," she told him wearily. "It
was ... pretty unpleasant ... but I'll survive." To her dismay she
started crying again. "Thank you for rescuing me," she whispered
brokenly, trying to suppress the image of a horde of schoolboys lined
up, waiting to screw her at Ukyo's direction.

Hikaru snorted while working on the knots at her feet. Ryoga looked at
the other boy, reminded himself what the other boys were allowed to
know, and said, "You're my property. Nobody touches you without my
permission." After a pause, he asked, "Did she do anything other than
tie you up and plan to set up a huge gang bang?"

Akane nodded, then described to them the things that Ukyo had done since
bringing her to the apartment. She pointed out the spatulas lying on the
floor, still with wires attached to them. At the end of the story, Ryoga
ran a hand through his hair.

"She has a lot of nerve, treating one of my sluts like that without
asking. Not to mention how she would have screwed everything up, going
public like that." He sighed. "Stupid idiot. If she'd only asked, I'd
probably have let her have her revenge."

"What?!" Akane exclaimed, disbelieving.

Ryoga looked at her out of the corner of his eye, and held his hands
out, palms up. "What d'you expect from me? If I'm so pissed that you'd
choose that jackass Ranma instead of me, then Ukyo has every right to be
pissed that Ranma would choose you instead of her. And she's right, you
*are* a slut. You might not be guilty of all the shit she made you say,
but that doesn't change the fact that you're a slut, or that the guy she
wanted to marry is planning to marry you instead. So yeah, I'd say you
pretty much deserve everything she did to you tonight. And I suppose I
can't really blame her for not knowing enough to ask first."

Akane was still staring at him, trying to process his words.

Ryoga shook his head. "But that crap about letting everyone at school
know. And letting most of the guys have a piece of you. That was just
... moronic. I ain't gonna forgive her for that too quick. No, she's
gotta learn that she can't get away with that, and that she better not
try again."

He looked up, eyeing the other two kneeling there, noting idly that
Akane was still naked. "Hikaru, can I trust you to see Akane home safe?
After she gets dressed that is." He looked down at the prone figure on
the floor. "I'm gonna stay here and have a word with Ukyo after she
wakes up. Make sure she'll keep her mouth shut around everyone who isn't
already in on this."

Hikaru's eyes narrowed in calculation, then he shrugged. He had no
particular interest in Ukyo Kuonji. She had always struck him as overly
masculine for a girl, and those traits seemed even more emphasized
tonight. "Yeah, I'll get her home." Turning to the girl beside him, he
suggested, "Let's find your clothes and get you dressed."

"They're right over here," Akane replied. In a matter of minutes she was
dressed once more, struggling to make her skirt cover everything of
importance. Then she and Hikaru left the room, and the apartment.

                               o - o - o

"Thank you for rescuing me," Akane said to the boy walking beside her.

Hikaru shrugged. "Ryoga did most of it. I just warned him, after Ukyo
called me."

Akane smiled at his attempt to divert her gratitude. It was sweet, in a
way. "It was still a brave thing to do. Defying Ukyo like that. Risky
too."

"I suppose," he admitted. "Maybe a little, anyway. But I doubt she'll
realize that I'm the one who brought Ryoga. Not unless, or until, she
finds out Ryoga's in charge of this little group and that I'm in it too.
And if she learns that, I don't think she'll see it as worth challenging
Ryoga just to beat me up. Hope not, at least." He sighed. "And if she
does ... I've been beat up before."

Akane smiled sadly. "You've changed a lot, you know?"

He shrugged again. "So have you. Look, don't go thinking that I'm nicer
than I am. I like our ... playing our little games. Ukyo would have
ruined it. So I did what I could to stop her. Okay, maybe I was a bit
worried about you as well. A little. I'm still going to make you do
terribly perverted things every time you come over to my house."

Akane couldn't help smiling wryly. At least he was honest. And she was
increasingly coming to think he was "only" a pervert, that he wasn't
interested in cruelty for the sake of cruelty like the other boys. She
even suspected he might be willing to release her, if the other boys
were somehow brainwashed into doing so. He might not do it happily, but
even so. She sighed. It would probably be simpler if he was just a
bastard like the others.

After walking a little further, Akane said, "Is there anything I can do?
I mean to thank you. It doesn't seem enough just to say it. Because I
really am very, very grateful. I was ... very frightened tonight. I was
so scared of what Ukyo was going to do. And if it wasn't for you, she
would have. So ... what can I do?"

Hikaru smiled, but only said, "Do you have any suggestions?"

Akane frowned in thought. "Well, knowing you, you'd probably prefer
something to do with sex. But there doesn't seem to be any point in
offering that. You can already ask for anything you want, and I have to
agree. I could ... maybe cook a meal for you. Or knit you a scarf? Or
... something."

Hikaru turned green at the mention of a meal. He was well aware of her
... difficulties ... in home ec, having once snuck a sample of her
cooking after one of the classes. Not to mention hearing Ranma's
complaints to the other guys in the locker room, about being forced to
eat her experiments. While mulling the offer over, to come up with a
safer alternative which better fit his plans, he asked, "Have you
thought any more about my suggestion? About trying to help Ranma adjust
to being forced to have sex as a female, by talking her into having sex
with me? I know that I'm probably being egotistical, but I think I could
help her."

"I ... I haven't made up my mind," Akane confessed, though part of her
kept trying to insist that it would be good for Ranma. "He, or she if
you prefer, seems to be set against it, and I don't want to force her.
Besides, she's having sex with Hiroshi and Daisuke now, and they're not
terrible like the others." She paused and looked down. "Is that the
favor you want to ask? That I make Ranma do that?"

Hikaru shook his head. "No, I don't want you to make Ranma do that. All
I want is for you to think it over, like you promised." Akane winced,
while Hikaru went on. "And if you decide it would be good for her, try
to convince Ranma, don't try to force her. I'm sure Hiroshi and Daisuke
are good guys, but I can't help but think that I've got a better handle
than they do on helping Ranma deal with the things she has to do."

Privately Akane agreed with him. "I promise. I will think about it. And
I'll let you know what I decide. Soon."

After a couple of steps, she continued speaking. "But that's not a
favor. I already promised that. Isn't there something I can do for you,
for what you did?"

He smiled at her. "You sound like the damsel in distress from a fairy
tale who's just been rescued. `Brave sir knight, I'll do *anything* to
show my gratitude.'"

Akane blushed, but said, "It's true enough, isn't it? I was a `damsel in
distress' tonight. And you and Ryoga rescued me. Except Ryoga wouldn't
have been there if it wasn't for you. And, well, you're the one I'm
feeling grateful to. So, um, I guess I'll do ..." She took a deep
breath. "Anything."

"Would you be willing to do something particularly perverted?"

Akane took another deep breath. "Yes," she answered. She felt a tingle
between her legs, as she tried to imagine what he would ask.

"Except, it's not really so terribly perverted," Hikaru tried to
explain. "Not in and of itself anyway. Just in combination with the
situation. And the timing. And that you'd rather be doing something else
at the same time. Something similar, but, um, nicer."

Akane had stopped, and was looking at him in thorough confusion. "Would
you like to try again? And this time, maybe you could make some sense?"

He chuckled self deprecatingly. "I would like to meet you somewhere,
tomorrow night. And I would like you to be kissing my cock, at midnight.
That is, I'd like you to have my cock in your mouth, sucking lovingly on
it, at the stroke of midnight. Would you be willing to do that?"

"Um, sure," Akane replied. After all, she'd given him plenty of blowjobs
by then. Staying up until midnight to give him one was a bit of a weird
request, but considering all of the things he could have asked for it
was pretty tame. In fact, incredibly tame. By her recent standards, it
barely qualified as perverted. She tried not to feel disappointed.

Then it struck her.

Midnight.

Tomorrow night.

"Tomorrow is New Year's Eve," she whispered. He nodded, and she
swallowed a lump in her throat. She'd been hoping that she and Ranma
could get away from Ryoga, away from everyone, that night. That she and
Ranma could be kissing when the bells rang at midnight. Now, instead of
Ranma's lips, she was being asked to wrap her lips around Hikaru's cock.
At that special moment.

"I ... I ..." But what could she do? She had said `anything'. And she
had meant it. Was she to go back on her word? Akane dabbed at her eye
with her sleeve and resumed walking. "Okay," she whispered. "I suppose
your parents will be home. Can you meet me at my house, just before?
We'll find someplace safe."

"Thank you, Akane-san," Hikaru said, very politely. He didn't dare add
anything else, and he left Akane to her silent thoughts for the rest of
the walk to her house.

                               o - o - o

The world was spinning around, and Ukyo couldn't prevent herself from
moaning softly. Except there seemed to be something wrong with her
mouth. Blearily she opened her eyes, to find herself on her back staring
up at the ceiling. When she tried to reach for her mouth to investigate
the difficulty there, she discovered that her hands were bound behind
her back.

That sobered her instantly. Her legs were also immobilized. Lifting her
head with an effort, the teenager was shocked to see that she was
completely naked. Not only that but she was tied in exactly the same way
Akane had been earlier, her legs spread wide and tied to the mop, which
was still pinned down by spatulas. Dozens of cold feet tiptoed down her
spine. Crossing her eyes to look at what she could see around her mouth,
Ukyo realized after a few seconds that she'd been gagged with the
strap-on, again exactly as she had done to Akane.

The young woman let her head fall back to the futon, wiggling her hands
to feel for any suggestion of weakness in the bonds. Unsurprisingly, she
found none. She wondered for a brief moment whose idea it was to do this
to her - Ryoga, who had defeated her, or Akane, after he let her loose.
Gosunkugi, no doubt, had taken off like a scared rabbit.

The big question, the frightening question, was `Now what?'.

"You screwed up big time, Kuonji-san."

It was Ryoga's voice, from behind her head. She lifted her chin in order
to take in an upside down view of the room behind her. Ryoga was
squatting there. And the look in his eyes was ... disturbing. Ukyo let
her head drop back down, suppressing a shudder with difficulty. She
tried to tell herself that this was Ryoga Hibiki, probably the shyest
specimen of the male gender in all of Japan, so she must be completely
safe. Unfortunately, her current lack of clothing suggested that this
evaluation was less than accurate.

"You know," he went on conversationally, "I can understand you being
angry with Akane. Even doing the things you managed to do to her. After
all, *I* sure as hell was pissed when *I* found out she and Ranma had
decided to get together. And I'll admit I was shocked to learn what kind
of a slut she is. That hit me pretty damned hard too."

Ukyo heard him climb to his feet, and walk around to where he was in her
field of view. Given her current situation, she hadn't been allowing
this little speech to give her any hope that he was on her side, but if
she *had* entertained a tiny spark of hope then the sight of him would
have snuffed it out immediately. His arms were crossed in front of his
chest, and his face was set and grim. Cold, hard, and unyielding.

"Yeah, I can understand that part," Ryoga told her. "I might not be too
happy about it, mind. And we'll talk about that more later. But what I'm
upset with you about, *really* upset, is your stupid idea of letting all
of those guys come over to screw her. And then telling everyone at
school about it. Passing out photographs even!" He shook his head,
slowly, back and forth. "You really got on my bad side with that. And
that's why I think you need to get better acquainted with my bad side."

Ukyo grunted, loudly. She was obviously trying to say something, but
what it might be was impossible to say.

Ryoga lifted the other spatulas from the floor, still with wires and
rubber bands attached. He gave the girl lying before him a small, and
very malevolent, grin. "This was a pretty interesting idea of yours.
I've decided to try it out myself."

Ukyo's grunts grew much louder, accompanied by violent shaking of her
head and writhing of her body. None of which did any good. She shrieked
into her gag when the metal handles closed on her nipples. Her reaction
was more stoic when the others were inserted into her very accessible
openings, but a trace of fear appeared in her eyes when Ryoga casually
lifted the battery and the other ends of the wires.

He carefully touched two pairs of wires to each terminal, sending a jolt
of electricity roaring through both of her nipples. Ukyo's back arched,
thrusting her tits up high. A strangled noise clawed its way up her
throat and out of her mouth, followed by wheezes as the girl tried to
suck in more air than her gag would allow.

Ryoga heard these noises, and observed the trouble she was having
breathing. Frowning over the need to change his plans, he leaned forward
and started undoing the buckles on the straps. He then lifted it off of
her face, watching drops of saliva roll down the dildo as it emerged,
until they reached the tip and fell back between her gasping lips.

"You ... goddamned ... *motherfucker*!" she managed to croak. "Let me
... up from here ... before I fucking ... *kill* you!"

He chuckled. "Hmm. I think my answer is ... no." On the final word he
sent a jolt searing up into Ukyo's pussy. The pretty teenager screamed,
thrusting her pelvis up and then writhing from side to side.

As she settled back on the futon, Ukyo snarled, "You're fucking ... dead
meat ... Hibiki."

Ryoga smiled, ignoring her threat. "You know, you look really hot when I
do that. I'm beginning to understand why you enjoyed doing it to Akane."
He sent a shock into her bowels this time, enjoying the effect, the way
her tensed muscles presented her muff and tits. Even the loud, "Hnnnn!"
from her mouth was arousing.

"I swear ... you'll pay for this! ... I swear to God!"

"Yeah, yeah. In the meantime, I'm the one who can do this." He zapped
her again. This time Ukyo remained silent, or as silent as she was able,
not certain what additional threats she could use.

Ryoga continued to play, brushing the wires briefly over the battery,
enjoying the sudden jerks made by the girl lying before him. He found
the entire scene to be much more erotic than expected, and occasionally
leaned forward to squeeze a firm mammary or to slide a fingertip into
the top of her slit and over her clitoris. He was amused to find the
latter hard and slick.

When he finally ended the game, Ukyo was panting hard, hairs sticking to
her forehead. She was no longer planning forms of revenge, because she
honestly wasn't thinking about much of anything, just wondering when the
ordeal would end. And hoping the son of a bitch hadn't noticed how
aroused her traitorous body had become. She roused a little at the
sudden, different pain caused as the spatulas were removed from her
nipples.

"Finally ... got ... bored?" she asked between gasping breaths.

"Mmm. Not bored exactly. Just decided there were more interesting things
to do."

Ryoga pulled the spatulas from her cunt and ass simultaneously during
the last sentence, which distracted Ukyo for a second. Then, "What? Wait
a sec ... what do you mean ... more interesting?"

Much to her horror, he knelt between her legs. She saw that at some
point Ryoga had removed his pants, and he was now fisting a sizable
erection. One which was pointed straight at her, with precum smeared on
its tip. She shook her head. "No ..."

"Yes," he replied, lowering himself and sliding the tip up and down
along her labia.

"You'll go to jail," Ukyo whined. She tried to make the words cold, and
fierce. But instead they came out pleading.

Ryoga smiled. "You can't go to the police unless you want to go to
prison yourself. For what you did to Akane." He drove himself forward on
the last word, burying himself to the hilt inside the bound girl.

For her part, Ukyo was still too out of breath to scream. All she
managed was a hissing groan. "You ... motherfucker," she growled. She
rolled her hips into a position for which his entry was less
uncomfortable.

"Nope," he responded to this happily. "I'm a chef fucker."

Ryoga plowed on, ignoring her look of disgust at his tiny joke. As his
cock pumped in and out, he realized that she really was a hot little
number. Like Akane, martial arts had made her body firm and toned, and
he was quite enjoying the sensation of fucking her. It occurred to him
that, despite her obvious desire to kill him, that it was possible this
wouldn't have to be a one time thing.

"You know," he said, between thrusts, "you're not a half bad fuck. I
think I'm going to have to do this again from time to time."

Ukyo's eyes shot open from where she had closed them in a futile attempt
to ignore the sensations of the cock sliding in and out of her. "Are you
insane?! I'll kill you if you ever lay a hand on me again!"

The boy atop her chuckled. "What? You mean like you did tonight? Yeah,
you did a real good job of beating me to a pulp tonight, didn't you?
What makes you think it would be any different next time?"

Ukyo closed her eyes again, in an attempt to keep him from seeing
fearful acknowledgment of this threat within them. "If ... If you do,
I'll go to the police. You can't keep getting away with this!"

Ryoga snickered some more. "Same argument as before. I can keep Akane
quiet about what you did, so long as you keep your mouth shut too. If
you don't, she'll tell her own story to the police. And by the way? That
guy Hikaru earlier? I happen to know that he'll support her story.
Because he's the one who told me what you were up to."

Ukyo ground her teeth. "That little fucker," she hissed. "I'll kill
him!"

Ryoga gave an especially hard lunge, forcing an anguished grunt from the
girl. "No you won't," he informed her, "not unless you want a worse
lesson than you got tonight. Besides, if you play your cards right, it
might not be all bad."

Ukyo was trying to keep her ass from humping back. The asshole raping
her was actually pretty good at using that dick of his. "What ... what
the *fuck* are you *babbling* about?"

He pumped a few more times while shifting a little more focus to what he
was saying. "You want revenge on Ranma and Akane, right? I can give you
that. Within reason."

Ukyo's face twisted. "I don't need anything from you. Except to die."
Giving in, she started humping back against his thrusts.

"Yes, you do," Ryoga told her. "You just don't know it yet. Y'see, I
wanted revenge, too. And I got it. I'm still getting it. I've got a hold
over 'em. Over *both* of them. They've gotta do whatever I say.
*Anything* I say."

"Oh, yeah, I bet" she responded to this, giving the conversation her
attention in the hopes of distracting herself from the sparks of
pleasure shooting through her pussy. "You know what I think? I think
you're full of shit."

He laughed. "It's true, though. I'm fucking them. Akane-chan and
Ranma-chan *both*. Anytime I feel like. And punishing them. *And* I'm
letting some other guys do the same to them, just to make it worse. But
unlike you, I'm keeping careful control over who knows and who gets to
play."

Ukyo was staring at him now, her disregarded pussy fucking back
intensely against the cock within it. Although it wasn't the thought
uppermost in her mind, his words resonated with her own fantasies of
nailing the red-haired girl with her strap-on. "That's bullshit!" she
proclaimed. Then more hesitantly, "Isn't it?"

Ryoga didn't answer in words at first, just smiled and shook his head.
With a sneer he declared, "Now, I'm afraid you're just not gonna be
allowed to play with my two toys without my permission." Then he leaned
forward, placing his mouth beside her ear, and whispered, "But I might
be willing to give you permission. In fact, I might be willing to order
Akane, and Ranma, to do *anything* you say. So long as you stick to the
rules."

Ukyo swallowed hard. What if he really did have the sort of control he
claimed? The idea that she could have that bitch Akane completely under
her control, forced to do whatever she was told ... the thought made her
lick her lips. And Ranma. She'd have to spread her legs and *ask* Ukyo
to fuck her with the strap-on. *And* he'd have to service her as a guy,
too.

She fucked harder, suddenly realizing that a climax was approaching. It
was getting a lot harder to think coherently. /And all I've got to do in
return ... is let this motherfucking bastard get away with raping me./
Remembering what else he had said, she groaned and added to herself,
/and let him have his way with me again, from time to time./

Part of Ukyo rebelled against the idea, violently. After all, this piece
of slime had just tortured and raped her. Part of her pictured Akane and
Ranma, docile, serving her. Punishing Akane, while the slut took it.
Making Akane watch Ranma fuck her.

Panting, she looked up into the eyes leering down at her. "Do you mean
it?" she demanded. "Will they really do anything I say?"

"Yes," he promised, swiveling his hips and making the young chef groan.
"You can do to Ranma what you did to Akane earlier. You can order Ranma
to tell Akane what a lousy fuck she is, or anything else you want him to
say. I give you my word." He sped up, screwing her hard and fast.

"Oh shit!" Ukyo moaned. "If ... if you deliver ... you got a deeeeal!"

Ukyo's mind exploded as her orgasm hit at last.

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Note from H. Saotome, 2010-12-14: Sorry to make you wait two weeks after
that cliffhanger I left you with at the end of last chapter. As you can
see though, I had a lot of action to pack into this next chapter.
Regarding the end of this chapter, although I wanted to stop at this
point, I think you can rest assured that Ukyo will at least take a
couple of swings at Ryoga after she's released, even if it's unlikely to
do her any good.

There's a set of images involving female Ranma at the site
http://www.hentai-foundry.com/user-L_Y_K.php
which almost look like they could come from this story. In fact, I may
just add a scene later in the story to provide a match. If anyone ever
actually feels inspired by this story to create some artwork, I'd love
to hear about it.
