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 remained in Happosai's possession, until he hid it in Ryoga's
pack. Dark. M/F, n/c, bond, spank.

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

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Chapter 15

Akane wanted to get her distasteful task over with as early as possible,
so she headed to the library as soon as she got to school, long before
the first bell was due to ring. She also had in mind that there were
likely to be fewer people in the library before school than there would
be during lunch or after school. She pushed the door open nervously and
walked in.

Trying to come up with a plan for flashing the librarian, as she had
been ordered, the young woman had remembered the layout of the current
periodicals area. This was a place with a few comfortable chairs placed
around a low table, where students could peruse current magazines. It
was also located conveniently near the circulation desk. She decided it
would make an ideal setting, where the librarian should be able to see
her, and with luck no one else would realize what she was doing.

So on entering the library, she strolled directly toward this
destination. However, Akane stumbled for a moment along the way, before
recovering and continuing on. This was due to having noticed Michio and
Tanjiro off to the side, standing between two sets of shelves, looking
for all the world as if they were studying something within a book. It
was clear, however, that they were there in case she chose this time
before school, as she had, so they could make sure that she carried out
her assignment.

Akane seemed to take no notice of the librarian, who stood behind the
desk sorting through books which had been dumped in the check-in bin.
She was quite sure he had noticed her though. The girl walked straight
up to a chair which faced the desk, and settled into it, setting her
schoolbag down to the side. She reached forward and picked up a magazine
at random from the low table in front of her and leaned back, opening it
and pretending to read.

After a few minutes, trying to make it look natural, Akane put her feet
up on the table. They were placed firmly together, so nothing was
exposed. Her raised knees did cause the skirt to slip up her thighs,
revealing a fair bit of smooth leg. She pretended not to notice.

Trying not to make it look as if she was doing anything on purpose,
Akane waited a couple of minutes to make her next move. Keeping her
knees together, she let her feet slide about forty centimeters apart.
This would have exposed her to someone sitting directly across the table
from her, but so far no one standing in any other position would be able
to see anything.

Akane glanced occasionally at the clock over the door, watching the
time, knowing she had to give Fujimori a good, long look at her before
the first bell. A flickering sweep of her eye showed his attention was
fairly riveted. After another couple of minutes passed she allowed her
knees to come apart, slowly bringing them in line with her feet. The
teenage girl tried her best to make it look as if she were totally
unaware of what she was doing.

Although it hadn't been her intention, the new position caused her skirt
to slide further up her thighs. The hem on the front of her legs was
about mid-thigh now, meaning that her bottom on either side was barely
covered. Akane swallowed hard as she realized that there must be an
awful lot of light illuminating what she had exposed, instead of the dim
shadows she had hoped her skirt would cast. She didn't dare look in the
librarian's direction, but a quick glance off to the side and well
beyond him showed Tanjiro staring at her and Michio grinning with his
thumb up.

Akane flipped a page in the magazine, keeping her legs where they were.
Michio had ordered her to give the librarian a "real good look" and she
had interpreted this as maintaining the exposure for at least five
minutes. No more than three had passed when a shadow fell across her and
a throat cleared itself.

Akane sat up hastily, smoothing down her skirt. She looked up in fear,
which settled a little when she saw it was the librarian standing there,
looking down at her sternly. His presence was a concern, but not nearly
as much as some other person might have been. "Tendo-san, please follow
me," the man ordered.

Having no basis to refuse, Akane got to her feet and followed him. As
they passed behind the circulation desk, she saw Michio and Tanjiro
leaving the library. Fujimori held a door open for her and she stepped
inside, finding herself in an office. He closed the door. He pointed to
a spot in front of a desk and said, "Stand there," then moved behind the
desk and sat down. He put his elbows on the desktop and placed his
fingertips together.

"Tendo-san, lift your skirt," he said calmly.

"Please, Fujimori-sensei, ..." she began.

He interrupted, the words now harsh and measured. "Lift - your - skirt!"

Akane reached down and slowly pulled her skirt up her legs. She
considered stopping when the hem was a short distance below her crotch,
but knew very well what had prompted the order. She'd likely only get
herself into more trouble. Trying to remain calm, Akane continued until
she was holding the skirt fully above her waist.

Fujimori controlled his breathing as he stared at the neat triangle of
black hair on her mound, notched by the front of her slit at its vertex.
He tried to think of what to do about this. He didn't want to simply
turn her in to the office. Although he'd like to cane her again, he
couldn't - she had to be at class in a few minutes, and the effects of
that degree of crying would be obvious. For a minute or two he was at a
loss.

"Is there some reason you are not wearing underpants?" he asked, buying
time. "And don't tell me this was on a dare as well."

With that excuse robbed from her, the only thing Akane could think to
say was, "I, uh, just like the feeling. From time to time."

Fujimori asked, "And do you once again want me to punish you? Instead of
taking you to the office?"

Akane felt the first twinge of panic. If he whipped her like last time,
it would be hours before she'd be able to sit normally. Let alone how
obvious it would be that she'd been crying. "I ... I ... yes, but ... if
you whip me ..."

He waved her words aside. "Quite. I'm not stupid." He thought some more,
then grinned. Standing, he crossed to a cabinet and opened the door. The
man pulled a length of cotton rope from within, which he had last used
to secure some shelves until proper repairs could be made. He then
stepped up behind the nervous girl.

"Hold still," he told her sternly.

With that he looped the rope around her waist a couple of times, under
the uniform, pulling it tight enough to dig in a little. He passed the
rope between her legs, pulling it up tightly into her slit, but then
thought better of it. She'd have to wear it all day before cutting it
off, and he had no desire to injure her.

Instead Fujimori pulled it back out, then passed it to one side of her
labia. Pulling it through the loops coiled around her waist, he brought
it back down and passed it along the other side. The man pulled it
tight, so that her labia were distended slightly between the two strands
of rope, and they exerted pressure on her clitoris from either side. He
tied the end of the rope off at her waist in back, then cut off the
excess with a knife from the same cabinet.

With the excuse of checking that his handiwork would not damage the
female student, the librarian ran his hands along the rope between her
legs. He brushed her moist pussy in passing. He stood back up and took a
deep breath, allowing himself one final sight of her pubic hair.

"You may drop your skirt now," he said coolly, his tone that of a
teacher punishing a student for rule breaking. "You will not attempt to
remove that before the end of the school day. Stop by after school so I
may make sure that it is still in place. Once you get home you may cut
it off with a knife. Or considering your talents, simply break the rope
with your hands. Now get to class, and I suggest you pay closer
attention to the dress code in future."

Akane tried to walk as quickly as she could, with the ropes pressing on
her and making her gasp. She was well aware that she didn't manage a
very natural gait. Much to the girl's dismay, the bell rang when she was
only halfway to the classroom. She spent the next hour standing out in
the hall, holding buckets of water.

                               o - o - o

After what he had seen and heard yesterday, Ranma was absolutely
determined to free Akane as quickly as possible from her blackmailers.
However, she had asked him not to do anything stupid or thoughtlessly,
so he was trying to think first. He wasn't going to do anything today.
Just some reconnaissance. Try to see if it was even possible for him to
find the blackmail photos, and how easy or hard it would be to get rid
of them.

It wasn't really very risky. Akane had told him that the reason they
used Michio's and Hikaru's houses for their games was that both of the
parents worked in each case. With the boys at school, the houses should
be empty. Ranma selected Michio as the one for his first effort, since
he was the ringleader. If there were any plans or other things written
down, that's where they'd be.

As foreseen, Ranma had no trouble at all getting into Michio's house. It
was also just as empty of anyone's presence as expected. Ranma started
with Michio's room, but suffered his first check immediately. There was
no computer there. This probably meant that the boy either had the stuff
stored on the family computer, or on some sort of backup like a CD or
flash drive. Ranma found himself grateful for that four week class
they'd had to take on basics of personal computer use.

He searched the room thoroughly, locating a stash of recordable CDs but
no flash drives. It occurred to Ranma that Michio might carry a flash
drive around with him, but thought it unlikely he'd keep the evidence
there. What might happen if he misplaced it? Or someone stole it? No, if
the stuff was anywhere, it ought to be either on these CDs or on the
computer itself.

Before leaving the room to find the computer, Ranma picked up an address
book he'd noticed on the desk and flipped through it. There were only
three names with addresses in Kobe, and he memorized them all. Luckily
his upbringing had guaranteed that Ranma had developed a phenomenal
memory, which had saved his ass on tests at school more than once.

Putting the book back where he'd found it, the pigtailed boy headed
downstairs and located the computer. He turned it on and waited for it
to boot up. When it finished there were three names showing, Michio and
two others who were presumably his parents. Ranma confidently moved the
mouse pointer over Michio's name and clicked.

The word "Password" appeared, with an input panel beside it.

"What the fuck?" Ranma demanded of the universe at large. "The damned
computers at school never asked for any fucking password!"

The young man stared at the screen furiously, not sure what to do. He
tried typing Michio's first name, his last name, and the word
"Furinkan." None of them worked. He clenched his fists in frustration.

Of course, he could always just destroy the computer. And all the CDs
he'd spotted in Michio's bedroom. Not today, since he'd have to make
sure he could get all the boys in one day, not to mention the asshole in
Kobe. But Ranma was afraid that was the sort of plan Akane might call
`stupid.' He hadn't confirmed that the photos were on either the
computer or any of those CDs. His immediate plan had been to first look
for them on the computer, and whether or not he found them there, to
next bring the CDs down and use the computer to check those. But now
that wasn't possible. If Michio had the photos stored elsewhere, Ranma
might think he had destroyed them only to find out how wrong he was when
they started appearing all over the internet.

Reluctantly, Ranma shut down the computer, trying to think what to do
next. He wondered if he could find someone who knew a lot more about
computers than he did himself, someone he could trust, to get past the
passwords and find what needed to be found. But he didn't have such a
person right now, so it was best to get out before running any further
risk. He looked up at a clock on the wall to see the time was still only
quarter after ten in the morning, so there shouldn't be any danger of
getting caught so far. He decided he should try a couple of the other
boys' homes before calling it quits for the day.

At least he'd found those addresses. The cousin in Kobe who had the
other set of photos ought to be one of those three. Now if only he could
come up with a plan to destroy them all. Ranma sighed. Time to get back
upstairs, hop out the window and up to the roof, and leave. He strolled
out of the family room, heading for the staircase.

And found himself face to face with an extremely startled Michio.

                               o - o - o

An hour earlier, everyone had been sitting in class, with the exception
of Akane still standing out in the hall. She had set down the heavy
buckets of water, hoping the teacher wouldn't check on her. The rest of
the class inside the room were trying not to look bored as the
instructor droned on. With only a couple of days left before the end of
term very few of them were bothering to concentrate on schoolwork.
Everything had been perfectly normal. Then the lights went out.

"Everyone stay calm," the teacher said. "The power will probably be back
on in a few minutes. Someone tell Tendo-san to come back in." He
continued with his lecture, the light coming in through the windows
being more than sufficient for this purpose.

After some fifteen minutes passed, a knock came on the classroom door.
It opened, and one of the other faculty members stuck his head in.

"School is being dismissed," he announced. "A major transformer blew for
our district, and it's going to be a few hours before power is restored.
It isn't just the classroom lights. Without electricity the ventilation
won't work, which means the building will cool down. Also there are no
lights in the restrooms. So everyone is to leave the school in an
orderly fashion and go home. All clubs are dismissed as well."

Michio had looked over toward Akane, considering doing something with
her before leaving, but decided against it. He'd let her have the rest
of the day off, since this was her afternoon free from use. It wasn't
like he wasn't getting enough fucking, and he seriously disliked
improvisation instead of planning. At least in a situation where
something going badly wrong might possibly land him in jail. He stuffed
his book, notebook and pen into his schoolbag, and left the room with
the other students.

Akane was unaware of Michio's regard, packing up her things like
everyone else. Once out in the hall, she caught up with Hiroshi and
whispered something to him. Then she took off in the direction of the
library. Fujimori had told her to stop by after school, and she supposed
that this qualified. She certainly didn't want to risk what he might do
if he decided she had disobeyed. Besides, she'd like to get the ropes
off. They'd already caused her to have one orgasm while standing out in
the hall, which made her thankful she hadn't been sitting at her desk at
the time.

Luckily for her, the librarian was distracted by the need to clean up
equipment he'd only just finished hauling out in preparation for a
class, which now was not going to be held. He pulled Akane into his
office, picked her up and sat her on her desk, and yanked her skirt up
without so much as a by your leave. The man confirmed that the ropes
were still in place, and pushed her thighs apart, saying, "Just want to
make sure they did no damage." He took a moment to admire the sixteen
year old girl's genitals, then grunted, "Fine. Get out of here and don't
let me catch you at this again." He left the office, expecting her to
follow.

Akane, however, took the time to go over to the cabinet to get the knife
he'd used that morning. Cutting through the rope proved to be more of an
effort for her than it had been for him earlier, but she managed it and
removed the rope in relief. She almost threw it in the wastebasket, but
reconsidered at the last moment. He'd apparently expected her to wear it
home, and she wasn't sure how he'd react to finding she'd taken it off
in here. So instead Akane stuffed the cut and knotted rope into her
schoolbag. Then she left.

But she didn't leave the school. Instead she went up to the fourth
floor, to the science lab in which Michio had once whipped her. This was
where she'd told Hiroshi to meet her, when she whispered to him in the
hall. Her reasoning was the same that Michio had used on the previous
occasion. It was unlikely that anyone would come down to this end of the
hallway for any reason, and the large supply closet to the side would
buffer sound from reaching the next room over. For that matter, everyone
should have left the other rooms as well.

Hiroshi was already there before her, looking nervous. Akane locked the
door, and took a breath. She'd agreed to this, given her word. It was no
use trying to back out now. Luckily there was enough light coming in
through the windows, and the room ought to stay warm long enough for
what they were going to do.

"No one should come down this hall or hear us in here," Akane said.
"Everyone's going home anyway. And, well, I did make a promise. So ..."

Hiroshi nodded, dry mouthed. Akane was standing there looking at him,
arms clasped behind her back emphasizing her chest, head tilted just a
little to the side. It occurred to him that she was waiting for
something. /Like maybe waiting for the guy who's going to spank her to
take charge?/ he thought to himself. /So what are you waiting for,
idiot?/

The young man squared his shoulders. "Take off your clothes, Akane.
You're getting this spanking in the nude."

Akane didn't even hesitate. She was about to be punished, and
disobedience was not to be tolerated. She quickly stripped out of her
uniform and shirt, revealing her lack of undergarments again today, and
pulled off her shoes and socks as well. Completely naked, the girl piled
all of her clothing atop a lab table, then turned to face the boy.
Falling into the habit of punishments given by Hikaru, Akane placed her
hands behind her neck and laced her fingers together.

Hiroshi's jaw dropped.

Forcing his chin back up, the boy cleared his throat and asked, "Are you
ready?"

The pattern of her punishments by Hikaru was becoming familiar to Akane,
and she unconsciously thought of this as more of the same. Her pussy
grew more moist. "Yes, Hiroshi-sama. I'm ready to be spanked. I deserve
it. And afterward ..." She hesitated. The appropriate thing was to show
proper gratitude, but ... that meant something different in Hiroshi's
case. "Afterward, I promise that I'll give you a blowjob. I know you'll
be horny."

Hiroshi nearly swallowed his tongue. He was gradually becoming certain
that he was never going to figure this girl out. Did she really act like
this around Ranma? If she did, then Ranma was due one hell of a beating
for the things he'd said and the way he'd acted toward Akane.

Hiroshi took a look around, wondering how he was going to do this. He
really wanted Akane across his lap, but there were no convenient chairs,
only lab stools. He could sit way up on a table, but that would feel
awkward. Then his eyes lit on the low bookshelves placed under the
windows. He walked over. The window looked out over the slope at the top
of which the school sat. Someone below could look up and see him right
now, standing directly in front of the window. But sitting on top of
that bookshelf, the best they'd see would be his head, if they even
noticed that much. A pretty, naked girl lying across his lap would be
completely out of sight.

The boy pushed aside some workbooks and Bunsen burners, and sat down on
the top of the bookshelf. It was low enough that his lap was flat and
his feet rested comfortably on the floor. Excellent. He looked up. "Come
over here, Akane. Lie down over my lap."

Akane eyed the window nervously. The windowsill was at his waist.
Wouldn't she be visible? She'd seen him looking out the window. Did he
think it was safe, or did he plan to expose her? He wouldn't really
expose her, would he? Granted, the guy was a pervert, but he wasn't
really *mean*. At least, she didn't think so.

Trying to get into his role, Hiroshi raised his voice. "I said, get over
here!"

Akane's pussy heated up. She came over meekly, taking tiny steps. When
she finally got close, she saw that it would be almost impossible for
anyone on the ground to see anything. Or to be more accurate, they
wouldn't be able to see her when she was across Hiroshi's lap. Just at
the moment, they'd have a fine view of her tits. With a sudden "Eep,"
Akane practically threw herself across his legs.

Hiroshi stared down at the beautiful ass atop his lap, currently the
girl's apex, since her head and feet were hanging down on either side.
He could make out a bit of her slit between her legs, and thought he
could catch a scent of her musky aroma. Was she turned on? Telling
himself that he was in charge, Hiroshi pushed his hand between her
thighs and confirmed that Akane was, indeed, very slick. He also noted
that she made no complaint about what he did.

Guided by porn he had seen and read, Hiroshi ordered, "Ask me to spank
you."

Akane simply complied. "Please spank me, Hiroshi-sama."

The boy raised his arm, then brought it down gingerly. The effect was
pitiful. The next swing produced a mild slapping noise. Hiroshi frowned.
He reminded himself that Akane was a martial artist, surely she could
handle a lot more than that. He put his back into the third swing,
flattening her ass with the palm of his hand, and grinning at the loud
*clap* which echoed in the room.

But Akane only gave a small grunt, which sounded more like surprise than
pain. This confirmed to Hiroshi that she was well able to take the
soundest punishment he could deliver. So he continued raining down
spanks with all his strength, watching in delight as the globes of her
ass bounced under his hand. The skin slowly reddened.

Underneath that hand, Akane was wincing. She was well able to handle the
pain, but realized for the first time that Hiroshi was a lot stronger
than she had ever expected. He was hitting as hard as Michio ever had.
There remained the large difference, of course, that Hiroshi had never
studied martial arts. But in raw strength, she wondered in amazement how
close he might come to the larger boy.

The steady blows on her bottom were starting to sting, producing
moisture in her eyes by reflex. The sensation was still very manageable,
and Akane wondered if she ought to suggest that he switch to his belt.
But no. This was really all about playing up to Hiroshi's silly ideas.
The spanking he was giving her was enough for that. Of course, there was
the minor problem that her pussy was burning more than her rear.

Hiroshi stopped when Akane's bottom was a nice rosy glow all over. He
asked, "Have you learned your lesson?"

Akane wondered if she was supposed to ask for more. Probably not, she
decided. "Yes, Hiroshi-sama," she replied, making sure her voice
quavered. "I promise that when you help me have orgasms in future, that
I'll try not to make so much noise if anyone can hear us. And I promise
that I'll ask you to spank me again if I forget."

The young man wiped sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.
He was gradually becoming more and more certain that Akane *liked* it
when he made her do these things. He was beginning to think that she was
a real submissive, and he wondered again if Ranma had been *stupid*
enough to mistreat such a treasure, or if the two of them had simply
been playacting in public to mislead everyone.

Regardless, he hoped she wouldn't nearly get them caught again. The risk
wasn't worth being granted the opportunity to spank her. But then
Hiroshi wondered - if Akane was submissive enough, if she *wanted* to be
spanked - might she almost get them caught just to prompt him to give
her what she wanted? He shivered. Then an idea occurred to him, which
might give them both what they wanted, without running such risks.

"That's not good enough," he told her. "If you forget, you might get us
caught, and getting a spanking afterward would be too late. Nope. I want
to make sure you won't forget. So here's the deal, if you want me to
keep giving you what you need. Once a week - this lab is empty Friday
after school, isn't it? - every Friday when school is in session,
starting two days from now, we meet here after school and I spank you.
So that you'll remember to keep quiet the rest of the time."

Akane thought about it. A spanking like this would be easy enough to
handle, and she *had* almost got them caught yesterday. Maybe it *would*
help her to remember. In any case, it would keep Hiroshi happy. And her
gushing pussy had nothing to do with the decision. Not one thing.

"Yes, Hiroshi-sama. I promise that I'll meet you here every Friday after
school, so you can spank me."

Hiroshi practically wriggled inside. Of course, there was the rather
large question of what would happen after this Friday, when the holiday
break started. But that could be dealt with in due time. "I believe
there was something you were going to do now?" he suggested.

Akane slid off his lap, to kneel in front of him. "Thank you for
spanking me, Hiroshi-sama," she told him. "May I please suck your cock
now?"

The teenage boy still couldn't get over the way she said those things.
He nodded his head, and before he could undo his pants Akane was doing
it for him. She reached inside his fly, pushed down the front of his
boxers, and pulled out his rigid prick. Her mouth sank over it, and he
leaned back in ecstasy as the suction began.

After he grunted and gave her a big helping of jism, Akane pulled her
mouth free, smacked her lips, and said, "Thank you for letting me suck
your cock and swallow your cum. I always enjoy doing that. Are you, um
...? We came here to spank me. I'm really horny, but ... should I get
dressed?"

Hiroshi felt his balls tighten. She looked so pathetic, kneeling there
in front of him, naked, looking up at his face, her eyes practically
begging, white bubbles on her lips and a trail of cum running down to
her chin. She obviously wanted to beg him to give her an orgasm, and at
the same time wasn't sure if he'd agree. It gave him a rush, a heady
feeling of power.

"I suppose you want to have an orgasm," he said.

Akane nodded slightly. She kept her lips pressed together, but he could
tell that her teeth were pressed into her lower lip inside.

"I don't know ...," he drawled.

"Please ..." The word broke from her, helplessly.

"You can't need it that badly," he pointed out, "or else you'd be
begging."

Akane couldn't help herself. "Please. Please make me come. I really need
it. I'm desperate. You don't know what I went through this morning. I
had ... never mind. I was going crazy. And ... and ..." She hung her
head. "I got even more turned on when you spanked me. I didn't want to
admit it, but it's true. I need to come so much. Please don't make me go
home like this. Lying on my bed and fingering myself isn't anywhere near
as good."

The girl was aghast, listening to herself. What the hell was she saying?
Why had her mouth run away from her like that? Yet she made no effort to
take any of it back. She just held her breath, waiting for his response.

Hiroshi was unconsciously holding his own breath. He was certain now
that he'd figured it right. Akane really must be a submissive, and with
Ranma gone she was willing to let him dominate her. He bet that if he
tried, he'd have no trouble at all talking her into letting him fuck
her. But ... Ranma was a friend. He couldn't do that to the guy. Still,
it would be downright cruel to leave Akane hanging like this. What were
friends for, after all? Well, maybe not for this ... but that ship had
already sailed. And it was Ranma's fault, anyway, for staying away so
long and leaving his fiancee to get into this state.

"Just how badly do you want to come, Akane-chan?" he asked quietly.

"Really, really badly," she answered. "Please. Wasn't it a good blowjob?
Do you want another? Would you like to spank me again?" She hung her
head again. "I don't know why I'm so turned on. But I think I'd do
practically anything if you'll make me come." It was gradually seeping
into Akane's consciousness that maybe this wasn't just Hiroshi's fantasy
any longer.

"All right," Hiroshi said, licking his lips, preparing to step off a
cliff. "If you need it that much, then listen. I'm going to ask you to
agree to some things. If you do, I'll give you the best orgasm that I
can. If you don't, if you so much as hesitate to agree to one thing I
ask, then I'm going to stand up and walk out of this room. And I'll
never help you to have an orgasm again. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Will you obey me?" the boy asked insistently. "Will you do what I tell
you to do?"

"Yes," Akane whispered again.

"Will you agree to let me do these things to you whenever I want? Not
just when you want?"

Akane pressed her thighs together. "Yes," she agreed.

"If my mom is out, and I call you up and tell you to come over to my
house to do these things, will you?" He was staring at her, unable to
hide the lust.

"I will," she told him.

"Good." He took a breath. "The blowjob you gave me earlier was in return
for spanking you. If you want me to make you come, you've got to give me
another. But first, you've got to get your pussy juice all over my
cock."

Akane's eyes shot wide and she stared at him. "But ... but ..."

Hiroshi smiled, gazing down at her still kneeling there. She wasn't
running away. She was barely protesting. He knew then that he'd been
right. He could fuck her right now if he pushed. Damn Ranma anyway. The
boy sighed internally.

"I'm not asking you to do *that*," he explained. "What I want you to do
is put your hand between your legs, scoop up as much of your `nectar' as
you can, and smear it all over my cock. Once you've got it thoroughly
coated, then you blow me. Got it?"

Akane nodded, relieved. Not disappointed. Nope. No sir. She put her hand
between her legs. There was certainly plenty of excess fluid for the
task. She rubbed her palm along Hiroshi's cock, leaving it shiny. She
transferred more of her juices five times, until drops were beading and
running down his shaft into the coarse pubic hairs sticking out of his
open fly.

Akane eagerly engulfed him with her mouth. She doubted that she'd ever
start thinking of the taste of her own secretions as delicious, but it
was becoming so commonplace that she now thought of it as a normal taste
when sucking cock. Given that he'd come once already, it took a
surprisingly short time before he exploded into her mouth a second time,
causing her to gulp greedily in order to swallow it all. She didn't
quite manage, and a couple of more trails of semen ran down her chin as
he pulled his dick back.

"Very good," he complimented, then stood. "Your turn. Go ahead and sit
up here."

Akane obeyed, a little nervously, glancing out the window. Hopefully, no
one could see more than her head. Then again, if they got a glimpse of
her back and shoulders, would they really be able to tell from that
distance that they were bare?

Hiroshi knelt in front of her. "One more order. You're not to wipe that
semen off your chin until you get home. Okay?" He waited until she
nodded, then bent forward and fastened his mouth to her sopping pussy.

Akane didn't know why she had agreed to the last, but she didn't think
there was that much on her face. And she hoped it wouldn't attract
attention, especially if it dried a bit. With luck, she could make it
into the bathroom at home unseen. If Ranma happened to catch her, she
could always blame the dried semen on one of the gang members.

Then Hiroshi's tongue brushed directly across her clitoris, and Akane
stopped thinking about anything at all.

                               o - o - o

When school had been dismissed, Michio had come straight home, planning
to change and head out to the mall for some Christmas shopping. He
figured it wouldn't be as crowded on a weekday morning. That plan had
led him directly to his current situation, staring straight into the
face of Ranma Saotome, right in the middle of his home. For a moment his
life passed in front of his eyes.

However, Michio Yuzuki wasn't the sort to drop to his knees and beg for
mercy. Besides, it occurred to him that he didn't know if Ranma had
found a cure. It was possible the other boy was still as weak as before,
although if that was the case Michio had no idea why Ranma was so crazy
as to break into his home. Reacting even while these thoughts passed
through his head, he lunged for the pigtailed martial artist.

Ranma might have still been weak as a kitten, but he was as fast as
ever. He sidestepped, leaned in, and hit the sleep pressure point.
Michio dropped like a stone.

Ranma stood there panting, his eyes looking a little wild. Dear God,
what a screw up! What the *hell* was the asshole doing home at this time
in the morning? Now what was he to do?

Ranma wished he knew that memory erasing technique Shampoo had once used
on Akane. Unfortunately, he didn't. Nor did he have the necessary
shampoo. Michio *was* going to wake up eventually, and the bastard would
remember finding the last person he expected to see standing right there
in his own house. After that the shit would hit the fan.

The teenage martial artist felt panic filling him. He'd really done it
this time. He'd always been able to bull his way through any situation
before, and somehow make it come right in the end. But at the moment he
felt like he was standing at the bottom of a mountain, watching a
landslide roaring down toward him, knowing that no amount of martial
arts skill in the world was going to save him.

Michio might send out the photographs. Akane had told him that she had
been warned not to tell anyone, including himself. Michio would figure
out that she had disobeyed, because there was no other reason to find
Akane's fiance in his house. If he made good on his threat, Akane would
be destroyed. It wouldn't matter whether anyone ever tied the photos to
her or not, her spirit would be utterly crushed.

Ranma couldn't let that happen. But how was he to stop it? He could
theoretically kill Michio, given how defenseless the boy was at the
moment. Just put a plastic bag over his head and let him suffocate. But
Ranma didn't think he could bring himself to just kill someone in cold
blood in his sleep. Even if he could, it wouldn't do any good. The other
boys, and Michio's cousin, might well react to the boy's death by
posting the photos themselves.

Could he go through with the original plan he'd mentioned to Akane?
Threaten Michio, and get him to destroy the photos? Ranma remembered
Akane saying that it wouldn't work, that he couldn't make the bluff
stick. She was afraid that she might end up worse off than before. Ranma
wasn't sure if that was true, but if it did turn out like that Akane
would probably never forgive him. All his dreams for the future would go
down the toilet.

The only other thing Ranma could think of was to reason with Michio.
Explain that this had only been an exploratory visit. Offer himself up
as a sacrifice. Let the guy take out his anger on himself instead of
Akane. He might go for that. If not ... Ranma didn't want to think about
that. Mustering his courage, knowing that the guy in front of him could
easily cripple or kill him in his current state, Ranma pressed the
points to paralyze his arms and legs and then woke him.

Michio blearily opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Ranma's
face, and he panicked, trying to scramble away. Except he couldn't.
Neither his arms nor his legs would move. Terror filled him, and it was
all he could do to keep his bladder from emptying itself.

Ranma looked down at the other boy in contempt, seeing the fear in his
eyes, knowing that for the moment he had the upper hand. Knowing how
hollow that position of superiority really was. When he spoke, it was to
point out, "You're still alive. You're not even hurt, just paralyzed
temporarily. I could kill you easily. Can you guess why I haven't?"

"You want to make it slow?" Michio asked, teeth chattering.

"Idiot," Ranma muttered. "As much as I'd like to torture you right now,
I ain't as stupid as some people think. In a minute the shoe's gonna be
on the other foot, and I don't want to give you reason to ... make it
any worse than necessary. I didn't come here to hurt you. You were
supposed to be in school." He paused. "Why are you home anyway?"

"Power failure," Michio answered nervously. "They dismissed school."

"Figures," Ranma growled. "Goddamned story of my life." He sighed. "You
probably reckon I came here to destroy your precious *evidence*. I wish
like hell I could. But I don't know how. This was only what military
types call reconnaissance. I was just getting the lay of the land. In
and out, nothing disturbed, no one the wiser. Akane didn't even know
about it. It was my own stupid fucking idea. You understand?"

Michio nodded. The panic was easing, allowing his brain space to think.
He still had a trump card. One which might yet win the game. "If you do
anything to me, Akane will be ruined. In fact, I ought to do it just
because the bitch told you."

Ranma scowled. "That `bitch' is my fiancee, and you better remember our
current positions. I ain't in your power at the moment, and if you make
me too angry, I might do something we'd both really regret."

Michio nodded his head quickly, getting nervous again.

Ranma sighed again. "I hate your guts. I'd like to rip 'em out of you.
But I can't. I can't do that to Akane. I hate what I'm about to say, but
... I'll make you a deal."

The paralyzed boy licked dry lips. "What deal?" he asked.

Ranma wondered how much he could get away with. "You promise not to make
your fucking evidence public, not to hurt Akane because of *my*
stupidity. And I promise not to kill you. I'll un-paralyze you and
leave."

Underneath his nervousness, Michio was angry. Angry that Akane had
disobeyed him. Angry that this other boy had terrified him. Just letting
Ranma walk out sat very badly with him. He studied the boy looking down
at him. There was something in the way his eyes were shifting, something
which screamed his own nervousness, his worry about how this might turn
out.

"No," Michio announced grimly. "I don't believe you. The one thing you
don't want is for those pictures to get out. If you don't kill me, you
know I'll post 'em. But if you do kill me, other people will post 'em. I
think you're just trying to bluff me into making a promise. Well, too
fucking bad. Somebody's gonna pay for this."

Ranma closed his eyes. Akane had been right. The other boy hadn't bought
his bluff even when all he'd asked was for the bastard not to put the
photos on the internet.

"What if I agreed to be the one to pay for it?" Ranma asked through
gritted teeth. "It ain't Akane's fault I'm here. I'll let you beat the
shit out of me for being stupid and coming over here. You promise not to
post the photos or hurt Akane." Ranma figured he could handle it. He'd
taken some pretty hard beatings before. It was for Akane's sake.

Michio was lost in sudden calculation. The possibilities nearly stole
his breath away. Better not reveal everything he had in mind, though,
before he got loose.

So he looked up at Ranma and said, "Fine. So long as you agree that
*you'll* pay for it, in full, I promise I'll let Akane off the hook for
what you tried. I won't post the photos. I won't whip her or do anything
like that. You go back on your word, though, and everyone in the world
gets a real intimate look at your fiancee."

Ranma looked at him through hate-filled eyes, then closed those eyes and
took a deep breath. "It's a deal," he said. "Though if you try to kill
me, I'll fight back." He started touching the pressure points to free
the other boy.

Michio watched impassively. "Getting rid of the body would be a problem.
I ain't interested in going to prison when it's a better revenge to
leave you alive, knowing what we're doing to your girlfriend." He
paused. "Why the fuck can't I move yet?"

"Give it a couple of minutes to wear off," Ranma told him wearily. He
sat back on his haunches, preparing himself for what was coming.

After a few minutes Michio sat up, moving his limbs experimentally. He
said, "Stay put," before standing and leaving the room. When he came
back he was holding some thin rope.

"What's that for?" Ranma asked warily.

The other boy gave him an evil grin. "You ain't gonna like what's
coming, and I don't want you hitting those pressure points again. Put
your hands behind your back."

Disliking the idea but seeing no choice, Ranma did as he was told.
Michio grabbed his hands and tied the thumbs together. A little
bewildered, Ranma said, "That's it? Seems like you had a lot more rope
than that."

"It should hold," the other guy said, "seeing you're so weak. Now come
along"

He tugged Ranma after him, who had no choice but to follow or be
dragged. They went into the kitchen. Ranma watched warily as Michio
filled a glass of water and then threw it all over him. He flinched and
yelled, "Goddamnit! What's your problem?! It ain't good enough to beat
me up as a guy?! You get off on beating up girls?!"

"Why aren't you a girl?" the other boy asked.

Ranma looked down. "Oh yeah. Heh heh. Would you believe I'm, uh, cured?"

"No," Michio said stonily.

Ranma muttered, "Shit." His mouth worked for a minute. "Look. Leave me
alone in here for a few seconds, and I'll be a girl when I come out.
Okay?"

Michio hauled back and rammed his fist into Ranma's gut. The latter
tried to tense his stomach muscles against the blow, but of course they
were too weak to do the job. He folded over, retching.

"No, it ain't okay," Michio said. "And I ain't playing around. And you
got about thirty seconds to tell me what's going on before I knock you
cold and paste pictures of your girlfriend getting screwed onto computer
screens all over the world."

Ranma coughed again, then whispered, "Put some ice in the water."

Michio raised his eyebrows, but dug some ice cubes out of the freezer
and dropped them in the glass. He refilled it with water and waited a
minute for it to cool down. Then he dumped it over Ranma's head,
watching with satisfaction as he shrank into a buxom, red-haired girl.

"That's more like it," the boy remarked. Grabbing the rope whose end was
still tied tightly around Ranma's thumbs, he looped the rope around her
forearms. She grunted as her shoulders were pulled backward in order to
tie the forearms together.

"Damn it!" Ranma complained. "I know I'm flexible, but don't get so
fucking carried away! I ain't gonna go back on my word."

"Just making sure," Michio said as he tied the rope off. He picked the
petite redhead up and tossed her over his shoulder easily, forcing a
surprised yelp from her, then left the kitchen and trotted up the stairs
to his bedroom.

Once there, the boy dumped Ranma on his bed. He began loosening the ties
of her shirt.

Ranma's eyes went wide. "No!" she yelled. "I said you could beat me up!
Don't you dare ... you touch me and I'll kill you!"

Michio leaned back. "What *I* remember, is that the deal was you'd pay
for breaking in, and for Akane blabbing to you. And you're gonna pay
with your cunt. And you ain't got any fucking choice. If you fight me
too hard, I might just decide to give up and say you didn't keep your
end of the bargain. Do you think I should put Akane's name on the
pictures before I stick 'em on the net?"

"You motherfucking bastard!" Ranma screamed, kicking without effect.
"What are you, some kind of fag?! I'm a guy!"

"No, you're not," Michio replied with a sneer. "You're the hottest babe
in school, and I'm going to fuck you. Right now. And there's not - one -
damned - thing - you can do about it." He finished undoing the ties and
yanked Ranma's shirt open, staring greedily at her full tits.

Ranma cursed and tried to roll away, but Michio was still holding one
end of the shirt and she couldn't break free. He pulled the shirt off of
her shoulders, leaving it on her arms above the rope. Then the boy
loosened the cord at the waist of Ranma's pants and tugged both pants
and boxers down to her ankles. There he paused to remove the girl's
shoes before he finished stripping her.

The moment her legs were free, Ranma leaped into the air. Unfortunately,
she was off balance due to the way the rope pulled her shoulders back
and held her arms behind her. That might not have been a problem against
an ordinary boy, but Michio was a black belt, even if he wasn't near
Ranma's, or even Akane's, normal level. Michio managed to trip the girl,
then grabbed her, throwing her back on the bed and falling on top of
her.

Ranma was writhing and cursing, but as weak as she was she had no chance
of dislodging the weight lying on top of her. Michio made sure to keep
that weight where it was, as he leisurely removed his clothing, one
article at a time. When he was done he stuck a finger between Ranma's
legs, finding that she was barely damp. He began to fondle her,
wondering if he was going to have to go get the lube. The answer came
within seconds, as Ranma's fluids started to flow heavily.

Michio wasted no time. Using his leverage he forced Ranma's legs apart,
placing himself between them. He didn't care how uncomfortable this was
for the girl, lying on top of her arms which were still roped painfully
behind her back. By now he had plenty of experience, and it only took
seconds to line his dick up with the entrance to Ranma's cunt.

"No!" Ranma shouted.

Michio lunged forward, spearing her, forcing a wordless scream from
Ranma's throat. The boy grinned, certain that he was deflowering another
virgin. She was certainly tighter than Akane was now, although maybe
Akane had been tighter at the beginning. It was hard to remember. And he
didn't really care.

That first thrust had only got him in about five centimeters. Now he
methodically began pushing himself in the rest of the way, one
centimeter out, three centimeters in, repeat. All the time ignoring
Ranma's cussing and death threats. In short order Michio felt his balls
slap against Ranma's ass.

"Do you like it, Ranma-chan?" the boy asked.

"Go - to - hell!" Ranma hissed.

Michio only laughed, then began fucking his cock in and out of Ranma's
cunt. He noted in amusement that she got even wetter as the screwing
continued, and her nipples were sticking straight out like hard little
erasers. He wasn't interested, though, in trying to humiliate Ranma by
making her come. Not this time, at least. Michio thrust faster,
interested only in his own pleasure. With a grunting cry he climaxed,
pouring his seed into the girl's red-furred cunt.

"You're a pretty good fuck, Ranma-chan," he said as he pulled out. "I
think instead of being upset with you, I ought to thank you for coming
over today."

"You will pay for this, Michio Yuzuki," Ranma gasped out. "I've marked
you down. You - will - regret - this."

"We'll see," Michio replied, cheerfully enough. "Somehow I doubt it."

He rolled off the girl, using one arm to hold her down. Reaching under
the bed, the boy pulled out some more rope, kept there for occasional
use with Akane. He looped one end through the rope around Ranma's arms,
tying it off there, then tied the other end to the bed. Rather like a
leash, except it went to her arms instead of a collar. It didn't pin her
down or anything, but would easily prevent her from escaping.

Michio stood up. He was feeling like the king of the world at the
moment, and his prick was already stiffening back up. Akane was going to
have to pay for this as well, of course. The little cunt had disobeyed
him. But he'd keep his word. He wouldn't post the photographs. He
wouldn't whip her or inflict any other pain. There were more amusing
ways to make her regret her mistake.

With Ranma's wary eyes following his movements, the boy crossed over to
his desk and pulled the tube of KY out of the drawer. He came back to
the bed and pushed Ranma over onto her stomach.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing now, asshole?" Ranma demanded.

No answer was given. Leaning on the girl to hold her in place, Michio
pushed out a large dollop of goo onto his finger, then pushed it up
Ranma's butt.

Ranma yelped, then shouted, "No! You cocksucking pig! Don't you even
*think* about it! I won't just kill you! I'll rip you into little pieces
and feed them to wild animals!"

Michio raised an eyebrow. "You're very quick on the uptake, Ranma-chan,"
he complimented. "Have you done this before?" He squeezed out more KY
and inserted it, now using two fingers.

Ranma just grunted, not wanting the bastard to see how much she was
rattled. She knew what was coming. She knew she couldn't stop it. She
hoped it wouldn't last very long.

Michio climbed over Ranma, a hand on her back ensuring that the girl
remained lying flat on her stomach. He positioned his prick at her
butthole, then pushed. The boy felt Ranma trying to clench her muscles
against the pressure, trying to refuse him entrance. He laughed and
shoved. There was nothing Ranma could do. The head of Michio's cock
rammed past her sphincter, making the girl howl.

Ranma's back entrance proved even slower going than her tight pussy. But
Michio reckoned the final reward was worth it. One slow centimeter at a
time he drove his rod down into her ass, laughing again when he saw
tears running down Ranma's face. The boy gave a cry of triumph when he
felt her sphincter grip the base of his prick.

Then began the slow withdrawal. Followed by the not-quite-as-slow
re-insertion. Gradually Michio sped up, until he was pounding in and out
of Ranma's ass. He was ramming his cock in as hard as he could, taking
unspeakable delight in the fact that Ranma, Ranma Saotome, was weeping
like a little girl. And he was the one who had done that.

The thought proved too much for him. With a howl like a wolf looking
upon the moon, Michio rammed himself balls deep one last time and filled
Ranma's bowels with white cream. He slowly pulled out and climbed off
the bed, sated, chuckling as he watched Ranma try to stop crying.

Strolling leisurely over to his desk, Michio picked up his cell phone
and dialed. "Tanjiro. Yeah, Michio. Listen. Get over here. I got a big
surprise. Believe me, you'll never guess what it is. But I think it
might turn out to be a really good surprise. Yeah. See you in a few."

He disconnected, then dialed again. One by one he invited each of the
other members of his little gang to come over to his house to see his
surprise.

                               o - o - o

Michio led a group of six other boys into his bedroom.

"Jesus Christ!" Takeo shouted. Actually, it was closer to a scream. "Is
that Ranma!"

"Sure looks like her," Michio replied happily, gazing around at the
awestruck faces.

Ranma was no longer lying on the bed. She was crouched on her knees,
leaning against the headboard, her back mostly turned toward the
doorway. Even so, her nudity was obvious, both her heart shaped ass and
the curve of one breast in plain view. Not to mention the arms cruelly
tied behind her back.

"We're dead," Kaori moaned.

"Bullshit," Michio stated calmly. "She's still just as fucking weak as
before she left. She didn't find a cure. She is *never* going to get her
strength back. As long as you don't let her get her fingers on any
pressure points, the bitch is just as defenseless as our other toy. And
if you don't believe me ..." He paused and gave them a sunny smile.
"I've already fucked both her cunt and ass. Anyone want to call dibs on
her mouth?"

The reactions of the other boys were mixed. Tanjiro was the only one who
smiled. Hikaru remained impassive, revealing nothing. A couple still
looked awed. The rest seemed ready to piss their pants.

Michio walked forward and grabbed Ranma by the pigtail, forcing her
around to face the others. They all took a step back from the look in
her eyes.

"Now here's the new deal, Ranma-chan," Michio announced, informing her
at the same time as the others. "From now on you're going to do
everything we want. And yes, that means doing all the same things that
Akane does for us. In fact, I think it'll be fun to play with you both
at the same time. We're going to start right now by having ourselves a
nice, classic gang bang."

Ranma couldn't turn her thunderous expression on him, what with his grip
on her hair. She could only hiss, "Not in a million years."

Michio sighed. Then he hauled back and slapped her hard across the face.
The unexpectedness of it brought a couple of more tears to Ranma's eyes.

The gang leader hauled on Ranma's hair, forcing her head back and to the
side, to look up at him. "Now let me explain why you're wrong. You've
got two choices. One is to tell us you'll do what I just said. The other
is to tell us you won't. If you decide to tell us that you won't, then
I'm going to leave you tied up here while I print out a couple of the
nicer pictures of Akane. I'll put them in an envelope, and pay some kid
to deliver it to her father. In the meantime, the rest of the guys here
will fan out. They'll start telling every guy at Furinkan how weak Akane
really is. They'll tell them that she's not a virgin, that she gets off
on playing the slut in private and has taken lots and lots of cum up her
cunt already. So there it is. We do all that, or you cooperate. Your
choice."

Ranma hissed. "You're lying. If you do that, you wouldn't be able to
play your sick games any more."

Michio shook his head. "You're missing the point. Either we control you,
or we don't. And if we don't control you, then it's not safe to keep
playing with Akane. In which case I *will* ruin her. Totally. What do
you think your precious fiancee is gonna say when she learns you gambled
her life, and lost?"

Ranma decided in that moment that she had never known anyone as evil as
the boy beside her right that instant. She had once thought of Happosai
as evil. She'd been wrong. The old man was a pervert, a criminal, a
lecher, someone to be brought low if possible. But he didn't hold a
candle to Michio Yuzuki. She made a solemn promise to herself that
someday, somehow, this creature would pay the worst price possible for
what he had done.

Michio's eyebrows drew down threateningly. "Well?" he demanded. "Yes,
and we play with both you and Akane? Or no, and every guy she knows
plays with Akane?"

"I'll do it," Ranma hissed. "For Akane. But someday ..."

"Yeah, yeah," the boy gloated. "Someday. Nine times out of ten `someday'
never comes. Look at the guys and tell them you want them all to fuck
you."

Having been raped herself, Ranma thought she had been able to imagine,
to some degree, how Akane had felt. Now she knew, and realized her
imagination had been insufficient. She wondered how Akane had coped, and
understood better some of what Akane had said on the subject of coping.

Looking at the other six boys huddled together at one end of the room,
trying not to sound too furious, Ranma said, "I'd like all of you to
fuck me. Please."

Tanjiro was the first to accept the dare. He didn't really want to waste
his sperm in Ranma's mouth when what he really wanted was to fuck her
hot little pussy. On the other hand, there was the attraction of getting
the first blowjob the redhead ever gave. So he compromised. He made
Ranma suck his cock for a minute, then pulled out. Pushing Ranma down on
the bed, he shoved his rigid pole into her cunt and fucked her hard and
heavy, shouting when he came to let everyone know he was painting her
cervix with his cum.

The remaining boys were standing at attention after watching Ranma get
screwed like that. The ice broken, they jumped on her. It wasn't long
before she was lying on her side, with Raiden in front of her, plowing
her cunt, Kaori behind her, ramming his dick in her ass, and Takeo at
her head, pumping a load of salty jism into her stomach.

Except for one boy, who didn't join in. Hikaru stood by the door, still
with that impassive expression, simply watching. During a break in the
action, Michio wandered over.

"Aren't you going to join in, Voodoo Spike?" the taller boy asked.

Hikaru shook his head. "Not interested. Thanks anyway."

Michio raised an eyebrow. Then his expression grew dark. "You ain't
thinking of ratting on us, are you?"

Hikaru smiled. "No. I'm as guilty as any of you where Akane is
concerned. I can't turn you in without turning myself in. I just ..." He
shrugged. "I never liked Ranma. Because he stood between me and Akane.
Not that it matters much anymore. I could never have Akane now after
what I helped you do to her. But the idea of screwing Ranma makes me
feel queasy."

"You ain't getting soft on Akane, are you?" Michio demanded.

The smaller boy shook his head. "No. But what does it matter to you? I
already agreed I can't turn you in. If you want to know the truth, I
think Akane needs me. Or wants something from me. Or something. Of
course, I'm sure you think I'm delusional. But as long as you still get
what you want, why should you care?"

"You're right," Michio replied. "I don't care. Just so long as you don't
get it in your head to do something stupid. Or crazy. You sure you don't
want a turn? Ranma's really tight. Bet she'd feel real good wrapped
around the log you got between your legs."

Hikaru just shook his head again. Ranma, who had been listening while
Katsuo worked his cock into her rear passage, began to think that maybe
Akane was onto something where Gos was concerned. Not that she was ready
to forgive the boy for what he'd done, but she'd keep an eye on him. Who
knew? If they could pin down the more reluctant parts of his nature, she
and Akane might be able to find a way to get the boy to help them.
Maybe.

The party continued. Ranma's strained arms were eventually released,
much to her obvious relief, though she was hogtied immediately after.
She took load after load of thick semen in every orifice, and Michio
reflected in disgust that he was going to need to change his sheets when
this was done, and flip the mattress into the bargain. The redhead was a
mess as well, with spunk all over her face, in her hair, and coating the
entire region between her legs.

When none of the six boys fucking her could get it up any more, Michio
collapsed in his desk chair and picked up his cell phone. He dialed a
number.

"Hello?" he said into the phone. "Yes. This is a classmate of Akane-san.
Is she home yet? Oh, good. May I speak to her?" A pause. "Hello bitch,
it's you-know-who. Something has come up. Get your fucking ass over to
my house. I figure as fast as you can run, you can make it in ten
minutes. I'll give you fifteen. Don't be late, or else." He hung up.

"Our little toy is on her way over," he announced, grinning at Ranma's
expression which was simultaneously forlorn and impotently furious.
"She's got some explaining to do."

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Note from H. Saotome, 2009-07-14: Next chapter, what so many have been
waiting for - Akane and Ranma get abused together. Although perhaps not
a lot the first time, Ranma has tuckered the boys out a bit. I decided
that Ranma would get caught not because of a plan which was precisely
stupid, but through a combination of lack of foresight and unforeseen
complications.

If you're having trouble following along on the timing, we're in the
middle of the final week of the second term of the school year
(September to December), with Christmas about a week away.

Note, 2009-11-26: Chapter posted on asstr.org.
