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, spank.

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

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Chapter 17

Akane watched the clock ticking inexorably toward the beginning of lunch
period. She had done a fairly good job of concentrating on her classes
this morning, instead of thinking about her lunchtime "assignment," but
now the hour was drawing close. The young woman was pretty sure the
perverted librarian would be more than happy to do his part, but was a
touch worried whether he might insist on more than she wanted to give.

Turning her thoughts away from such speculation, she reflected on how
normal it had felt this morning to have Ranma at the breakfast table.
For a little while she could almost pretend that everything was as it
had been before he left. Of course, Nabiki's absence made that a little
difficult. Another difference had been that Ranma had not sparred with
his father before eating. But it had still been a nice touch of
commonplace, leavened by the occasional warm look Ranma had given her.
Looks which left her tingling as they brought back memories of the night
before.

When it was time to leave for school, Ranma had walked out to the gate
with her. No words had passed between them, but Ranma had reached out to
take her hand, and squeezed gently. It was as if he were passing her
strength to deal with what they both knew was coming. Then he had
remained behind, while she walked alone to school.

The bell rang, startling Akane out of her ruminations. It was almost
time, but first there were appearances to keep up. She pulled out her
bento, and walked over to take a seat vacated by another student,
sitting beside Yuka and Sayuri. The three girls chatted while they ate,
but Akane kept one eye on the clock.

When she finished, Akane told the other two, "I'm sorry, but I've got to
go to the library. There's something I've been meaning to check up on."

"Do you want us to go with you?" Yuka asked.

"Thanks, but don't bother," Akane answered with a smile, while panicking
inside. "I've got a bunch of things to look up, and, er ..."

"... you don't really need to be distracted by a couple of people trying
to gossip while you're about it," Sayuri finished for her. "Go on. We
understand."

Akane nodded and took off, before they had a chance to change their
minds. She quickly made her way to the library, where she paused outside
the doors to catch her breath. Steeling herself for what was coming, she
pushed open the door and stepped inside, spotting the librarian
immediately. He was standing beside a cart of books, sorting through
them.

She walked directly up to the man. "Good morning, Fujimori-sensei," she
addressed him.

He turned to the student and looked her up and down, one eyebrow raised.
"Ah, good morning. Is there something I can help you with, Tendo-san?"

Akane took a small breath and said, "Could we talk in your office,
please, sensei?"

The librarian gave her another long look, then finally nodded. He led
the way, holding the door open for her to proceed him. He shut the door
firmly behind himself. After a further moment's consideration, he locked
the door. Then he walked over and sat behind his desk, looking at the
girl who stood there facing him. "What did you wish to discuss,
Tendo-san?"

Akane looked down, then clasped her hands in front of her abdomen. "It
... it's about the previous two ... incidents, sensei," she began.

The man looked at her coolly. "What about them?" he inquired.

The teenager in front of him fidgeted. "I know you, um, punished me for
them. But, I ... I was thinking ... I was afraid ... afraid you might
decide to take me to the office anyway. Tell them what you, sort of,
caught me doing. I ... I don't want to be expelled. Please. Will you
promise that you won't do anything else?"

Fujimori leaned back in his chair, wondering what had prompted this.
Could she really be afraid he would do something of the sort? As far as
he was concerned, the matters had been dealt with. Any further action on
his part might incite the girl to make accusations he would rather not
be forced to defend himself against. But now it looked like she was more
worried than he had realized. Strange, he had thought the Tendo girl was
made of sterner stuff than that.

Visions of bending the teenage student over his desk and whipping her -
again - began to swim through his mind. It was best to proceed
cautiously, however.

"You are correct to be worried," he said thickly, then cleared his
throat. "I have indeed been considering doing something of the sort. We
really can't tolerate the sort of behavior you have displayed."

Akane bit her lip nervously. "Please, sensei. Please don't turn me in to
the office. Isn't there anything I can do? I'll do anything you say if
you won't turn me in." She watched him closely from under her lashes,
wondering if he would take her offer the way she intended. Or if she
would need to be more explicit. She didn't have a lot of time, and
Michio's instructions were clear.

The man drummed his fingers on the desk, staring at the girl. He wasn't
sure if she were sincerely worried, as she said, or if she was a closet
slut who was trying to seduce him out of simple horniness. Or perhaps
she was the latter on a subconscious level, and was using the former as
her conscious excuse. Certainly the two previous incidents argued for a
sluttish nature which, if not already out in the open, was at least
trying to break free. In any case, no matter which possibility was
correct, it sounded like he could get some pleasure out of it.

Fujimori finally responded by saying, "I think you had better tell me
exactly what you are offering, Tendo-san. And if I am not satisfied with
what you have to say, then we will go down to the office right now and
inform them of just exactly how you have been behaving here at school.
Even if you are not removed from this school, I am certain it will be
necessary to call your father in for a consultation and tell him
everything. So ... what will you do to keep me from turning you in?"

Akane would rather he had demanded sex from her himself, but lunch
period didn't last forever and she saw no choice. "If I ... If I let you
... um, you know ... have ..." She whispered the next word. "... *sex*
... with me, would you, please, not turn me in?"

The librarian licked his lips, staring openly and lustfully at the
sixteen year old girl before him. Could she truly be offering him her
virginity? Or might she have done more with her fiance than he would
previously have believed? Whichever it was, there was no way in hell he
was passing up *this* chance.

"Prove to me that you're serious, Tendo-san," he demanded, a trifle
hoarsely. "Remove all of your clothing. If you won't do that, then I'll
know that you're lying, and I'll do my best to get you expelled."

Unsurprised at the request, Akane quickly slipped off her shoes and
socks, then stripped off her uniform, revealing her lack of
undergarments. She stood in front of the desk, completely naked, with
her hands clasped behind her back. Trying not to squirm, she watched the
man's hungry gaze wandering all over her body.

Fujimori scornfully remarked, "So, no underpants again, and no bra
either. You truly are a shameless tramp, aren't you, Tendo-san?"

Akane looked uncomfortable at this accusation, but gave no answer.

Fujimori stood and walked around the desk, also mindful of how long
lunch period lasted. He pulled a hard wooden chair away from the wall,
one which had no arms. Pulling down his pants and boxers, he sat in this
chair. His erection pointed straight up toward the ceiling, purple and
angry looking.

"Come over here, Tendo-san," he demanded. "Sit yourself right down on
this. Facing me."

Akane did as she was told. Walking over, she put her feet on either side
of the chair. Placing her hands on his shoulders for balance, Akane
lowered herself until she felt the tip of his staff nestling into her
slit. Adjusting herself to get the position right, the young woman let
herself sink down. His hard cock slid right up into her hot, wet cunt.

Fujimori groaned at the feeling, closing his eyes involuntarily. It had
been too long since his manhood had been buried in a teenage pussy.
Forcing his eyes back open to enjoy the sight, he looked down past the
small but firm tits to the triangle of dark black hair, nestled up
against his own hairs. "Start fucking," he ordered.

Akane lifted herself slowly until he was almost out, then sank back down
again. She repeated the motion, over and over, feeling the familiar
excitement grow within her. She remembered Ranma last night, and wished
that this was his lap on which she was impaling herself.

The librarian examined the girl in front of him as she screwed herself
on his cock. He had slid into her easily, although her cunt felt hot and
tight and wonderful. She was fucking him without any sign of discomfort,
and seemed to know what she was doing. There was no fucking way that she
had been a virgin when they started. In fact, he was suddenly certain
that she had a lot more experience than he would ever have guessed. He
would have to give this some thought, and maybe keep a closer eye on the
girl in future.

Akane was moving faster, wanting to finish this off, get Michio's
confirmation, and return to class. It was only necessary for Fujimori to
come, but her own arousal was climbing steadily toward a climax as well.
Unconsciously, she angled herself to better stimulate her clit as she
rose and fell.

Fujimori suddenly grabbed Akane's thighs and slammed her down, his cock
spasming in her cunt. The move sent Akane over the edge, and her back
arched in orgasm, her cunt muscles tightening to milk his cock, drawing
out spurt after spurt of cum. Finally, both of them relaxed, although
every few seconds another shiver would pass through Akane.

Putting his hands under her arms, the librarian lifted Akane off of his
still semi-rigid prick, then put her on her feet as he stood up. The man
pulled his pants back into place, fastening them before Akane recovered
enough sense to turn toward her clothes. She was stopped by his voice,
behind her, saying, "Bend over the desk, Tendo-san."

Akane turned back toward him, staring. "Wh-What?"

"Bend over the desk," he repeated. "You've purchased my agreement not to
turn you in for the previous incidents. However, there is the little
matter of you being at school today without underwear. You need to be
punished for that. So bend over the desk."

"B-But ..."

"Either you take the whipping you've got coming, or as soon as you're
dressed I will drag you down to the office and tell them you're not
wearing any underpants. And that I know this because you flashed me. And
the brief glance I got made it look like you'd had sex with some boy
recently. If you don't want that, you'd better fucking bend over right
now."

In a daze, unable to believe this was happening, Akane stepped up to the
desk. She bent forward, pressing her belly to the surface, her hands
taking hold of the opposite edge.

Fujimori took in the sight happily, but knew he couldn't do much. This
office wasn't soundproof, and too much crying would be obvious when the
girl went back to class. He crossed over to the cabinet and opened the
door, having remembered something which might prove useful. With a grin,
he pulled out an old television antenna, a long, thin, telescoping piece
of metal.

He took hold of the base of the antenna, and wrapped the dangling cable
around his wrist to get it out of the way. Stepping up beside Akane, he
lifted his arm, then swung down. The metal bit into the flesh of her
ass, and Akane's head whipped up, a loud "Mmmmmm!" shooting out through
her clenched teeth as she tried not to scream. A thin red stripe
appeared as he drew his arm back.

A second and third stripe were rapidly added, paralleling the first.
Akane's feet were dancing as she struggled to remain silent. Tears were
slipping out between her lashes and sliding down her cheeks. The man
wanted nothing so much as to continue, but knew he had to stop.

"That will do, Tendo-san," he informed her. "Get dressed and get out of
here."

Akane wasted no time. She pulled on her shirt and jumper hastily, then
sat down to put on her socks and shoes. Except she jumped back out of
the chair instantly, the agony in her bottom making it painful to sit.
The teenager awkwardly pulled on her footwear while standing, wondering
what she was going to do on returning to class. But for the moment the
priority was getting out of this office. As soon as the second shoe was
in place, Akane practically ran out of the room, to see a smirking
Michio standing by the exit.

Akane silently followed Michio to the roof, there being no need for
explanations and only a few minutes left. Akane shivered from the cold
once they were there. The first day of winter was almost upon them. She
put her hands to her skirt, preparing to lift it and let the boy examine
her.

Except before she could, he spoke a single word. A command. "Strip."

Akane looked at him. "There's no time!"

"Then you'd better not waste it arguing!" he snarled.

Akane fought down despair, then tugged off her jumper as fast as she
could. Unbuttoning her shirt, she dropped it to the roof as well. The
girl made no move to remove her shoes, and almost sighed in relief when
Michio made no comment about it.

"Spread your legs so I can see," he said, kneeling in front of her.

Akane moved her feet wide apart, then looked around her, trying to
ignore the boy below. She wondered what they would do come spring, if
she was still in thrall to the gang. The roof might be unoccupied now,
but there would be an abundance of other students up here then.

The examination took no time at all. Michio didn't even have to spread
her labia apart, as some semen was already oozing out and gathering
along the fleshy lips. He grinned at this evidence that the slut had
actually fucked one of the faculty members. He wondered if he might be
able to take advantage of her willingness to do so, come spring. He
could probably have her fuck a couple of the teachers in classes where
he was doing poorly, in exchange for better grades.

He was also amused by the stripes on her ass. It seemed that
Fujimori-sensei might be even more of a pervert than he'd realized. The
boy wondered if there might be some way he could turn that to his
advantage as well.

Rising to his feet, Michio said, "Okay. Seems like you were a good girl
after all. See you in class. And I look forward to your report when you
get to Gosunkugi's house this afternoon. Bet your boyfriend looks
forward to hearing it, too."

With that he took off, disappearing through the door. The naked girl
dove for her clothes, fearing she might have no more than seconds left.
Settling the jumper in place even as she ran down the staircase, Akane's
eyes sought out a clock the moment she fell through the door into the
hall. There were only seconds, indeed. She ran. The classroom door
opened under her lurching grip, and she stumbled through, drawing a few
stares.

Moving quickly to her desk, Akane dropped into her chair. Then jumped
back up a few centimeters, having forgotten the pain in her haste.
Ignoring the further stares directed her way, she settled back down
again gingerly, trying not to wince. Successful, Akane held herself
still, having no desire to move her bottom against the hard seat.

                               o - o - o

When the final bell rang, Akane turned in her seat, her eyes seeking two
specific boys. She saw that Hiroshi had already stood, walking over to
his friend Daisuke to talk to him about something. Good. She needed them
together. Best act quickly, so that Daisuke's inclusion in the
conversation would appear relatively innocent.

The young woman walked over and tapped on Hiroshi's shoulder. When he
looked at her, eyebrows lifting slightly at her unexpected approach, she
gave him a smoldering gaze and said, "Hiroshi-kun, I know we haven't
always gotten along. But you're a friend of Ranma's. Could I ask you a
favor?"

"Er, what is it, Tendo-san?" he asked nervously. His eyes flicked toward
Daisuke, wondering what could have possessed Akane to come on to him
with the other boy listening in.

"I'm a bit worried about the history test tomorrow," she said. "I wanted
to study for it with Yuka and Sayuri, but they're going out Christmas
shopping this afternoon." This was in fact the truth. The pair had
invited Akane to go with them, but she had politely declined.

Akane went on. "So I was wondering, if you're not busy, could I come
over to your house this afternoon? And we could study for the test
together?"

Hiroshi was now thoroughly flustered, not knowing what to say. His eyes
flicked toward Daisuke again, uncertainly.

Daisuke on the other hand had almost forgotten how to breathe. Sure,
Akane was Ranma's fiancee, and Ranma was their friend, but she was also
the hottest girl in school. Well, except for Ranma when she was a girl.
While he knew how Akane felt about perverts, and therefore all she was
talking about was studying and nothing else, it was still a chance to be
practically alone with her for a while. Why the hell wasn't Hiroshi
saying anything?

Therefore, being the good pal that he was, Daisuke piped up and said,
"Sure. We'd both be glad to. I'll come over, too, and all three of us
can study together."

Akane turned toward Daisuke, with just a slight pout intended to
convince Hiroshi she wasn't pleased with this development. "Are you sure
you should, Daisuke-kun? Doesn't you mother expect you to be home for
something?"

"Naw," he responded cheerfully. "When I tell her we'll be studying for a
test tomorrow, she'll practically push me out the door. Especially when
I say I won't be alone with Hiroshi, so she won't have to worry that
it's just an excuse to play video games or something."

"You're, um, certain then?" Akane tried again, hoping that he wouldn't
take the hint and back out.

The boy didn't disappoint her. "Yep. It's a good idea. I could use a
better grade on that test myself. I'll just pop home to change, then
come straight over. Okay?"

"Um, yeah," Hiroshi managed to mumble. His brain was spinning from the
rapid shifts of expectations. When Daisuke took off, Hiroshi turned
toward Akane, saying, "Um ..." but not knowing what to add.

Akane pouted more obviously. "I guess ... we'll be studying for the
test. Sorry. I, um, really needed ... well, you know ..." She sighed.
"I'll see you in a little while. At your house. Who knows? Maybe Daisuke
will leave early, and ..." She looked around at the nearby students, and
said no more, even though she'd been speaking quietly enough that no one
had overheard.

Hiroshi was desperately trying to avoid getting an embarrassing hard on.
"Yeah. Uh, see you then." They both left the classroom, heading for
their lockers.

                               o - o - o

Akane waited down at the corner, keeping an eye on the gate at Hiroshi's
house. She didn't want to give Hiroshi a chance to speak to her alone
before Daisuke showed up. There would be too many difficulties involved
in answering his questions.

The young woman had given some thought into what she would wear for this
endeavor. Beneath her coat she had a loose skirt which stopped well
above her knees, and a soft, tight shirt which hugged her curves and
buttoned all the way up the front. She had left enough buttons undone to
show what cleavage she had available, which was in fact more than Ranma
used to give her credit for. Underneath these garments she had donned
matching bra and panties, white but so sheer as to border on
transparent. Now if only ...

She sighed in relief as Daisuke turned the corner at the other end of
the block, walking toward her. Ducking back out of sight, she gave him
enough time to reach the gate and go inside. Grinning a little at the
lukewarm greeting Hiroshi was likely to be giving him, she finally
stepped out and strolled toward the gate herself. Pushing it open, she
took a quick look around.

The yard was very small, overlooked by houses on both sides. Hiroshi's
house, itself, was also small, but seemed to be well maintained. All in
all it was fairly impressive when one remembered that his mother had
been widowed many years ago, and was the sole source of income for the
household. That they had any house at all, rather than a tiny apartment,
was simply amazing, particularly here in Tokyo.

Akane knocked on the front door, which was answered instantly by
Hiroshi. She stepped inside and handed him her coat, retaining her
schoolbag. The boy led her into the family room, where Daisuke was
already pulling out a textbook and papers, placing them on the low
table. Hiroshi's things were on the table as well, and he sat on the
floor across from Daisuke.

Instead of sitting at the table herself, Akane sat on the floor nearby,
facing the table, with her back resting against a couch. Her feet were
in front of her, with her knees up in the air. She pulled out the
history textbook, opened it, and placed it in her lap, "accidentally"
letting it pull down on her skirt, sliding the hem a little further down
from her raised knees toward the top of her thighs.

They spent half an hour studying, although frankly the boys spent a lot
more time studying Akane's legs. Their attention was riveted even more
completely by the occasional glimpses they got of the crotch of her
panties. Both boys were fairly certain they could make out her slit
through those panties. Beyond those considerations, Akane wasn't helping
their concentration in the least with the way she kept the end of a pen
in her mouth, sucking on it every now and then.

At one point she leaned over to get some notes out of her schoolbag,
letting her legs come wide apart as she did. The two boys sucked in air
as the sheer fabric stretched tight across her crotch, not only making
it absolutely clear that they could indeed see her slit, but also
revealing the dark shadow of her pubic hair on her mound. They nearly
whimpered in disappointment as she sat back up, resuming her former
position.

After a little more time passed, Akane stood up, pleading the need to
use the bathroom. Both boys wiped sweat off their foreheads. Daisuke
looked over at his friend, and timidly said, "Did you ... um, did you
... see ...?"

"Yeah," Hiroshi breathed, no less affected despite having seen Akane
fully nude before. Not to mention the other things he'd done with her.
At the same time he was feeling a bit resentful. He was beginning to
think Akane was purposely teasing him, wanting him to send Daisuke home
so the two of them could get down to business. The hell of it was, it
was working. Hiroshi considered what excuse he could give his friend to
push the guy out the door.

After about ten minutes, Daisuke idly wondered, "What do you think is
taking her?"

Hiroshi shrugged. "Maybe I better go check. Wait here." He stood and
walked off.

When he didn't find Akane in the bathroom, the boy began to worry. It
wasn't like there were enough rooms in the place for someone to get
lost. He found her quickly enough, when he peeked into his bedroom.
Hiroshi goggled at what he saw, staring at Akane lying on his bed, her
skirt hiked up, stroking a finger along the damp crotch of her panties.

"What are you doing?" he hissed quietly.

"Please, Hiroshi," she begged. "I need it. I've been waiting all day. I
need to come. I can't take it any longer."

The boy looked back down the hall wildly. She'd been only just quiet
enough not to be overheard back in the family room. "Are you nuts?" he
whispered. "Daisuke's right down the *hall!* He'll *hear!* Even if he
doesn't, he'll get curious! He'll come looking!"

"I don't care," Akane told him. "I need you to make me come. Please,
I'll do anything you say. I'll give you a great blowjob, right here in
your own bedroom." She started undoing buttons on her shirt. "Or, or ...
you can spank me if you want. Would you like to spank me?"

"I'd *love* to spank you!" Hiroshi growled softly. "In fact, I guarantee
I'm going to spank you ... after Daisuke leaves. Now button your shirt
back up and let's get back out there before he comes looking!"

Akane stood up, leaving the shirt unbuttoned. She put her arms around
Hiroshi's neck, pressing her bra covered tits against his chest. "But I
*need* it!" she insisted. "I'm *soooo* horny. My brain has shut down. I
can't think of anything but your cock and my pussy. Please, I need you
to make me come. I'll do anything, anything at all, if you'll just make
me come."

Hiroshi was sweating profusely. "Damn it! I ought to throw you down on
the bed and fuck you, talking to me like that!"

Akane opened her eyes wider, staring directly into his. "Fuck me?" she
repeated. "But ... but ... I thought ..." She closed her eyes, allowing
herself to tremble against his body. "Oh God, I need to come so bad. Are
you really going to take advantage of me like that? Are you really going
to make me promise to spread my legs, and ask you to fuck me? Are you
really going to refuse to let me come unless you get to stick your cock
in my pussy, and fuck me, and fill me with cum? Are you really going to
do that to me?"

Hiroshi tried to swallow, but his mouth was too dry. Somewhere in the
back of his mind someone whispered, "Ranma," but the voice was faint.
The more immediate concern was the other boy, just down the hall.

He took Akane by the shoulders, pushing her back a step and holding her
there. He tried hard to get his breathing, his brain and his cock under
control. The boy moaned slightly when he noticed that at some point her
shirt had pulled wide open, and he could make out the dark circles of
her areolae through the thin fabric of her bra.

"Listen Akane," he said earnestly. "I'd love to fuck you. At least, the
big fellow in my pants would really like it. And maybe if we were alone
I'd be crazy enough to do just that. But don't you understand? If we do
something, Daisuke would catch us! Think about it! Or do you need to
come so badly that you don't care if you end up getting fucked by him
too?!"

/That ought to get through to her,/ Hiroshi told himself. /I hope./

Akane hung her head in seeming surrender, while her ears listened
carefully. "I ... I understand. You know how badly I need it, and you're
determined to make me pay your price for it. To give in to your
pleasure. Because you know I don't have a choice. And you're right. I
don't have a choice."

The girl lifted her eyes to his face, after managing to force out some
moisture to glisten at their corners. "Very well, Hiroshi. Since there's
no other way." She took a breath. "If you promise to give me an orgasm,
then I promise to spread my legs and beg both you and Daisuke to fuck
me. I promise that after you're done, I'll thank you for fucking me and
for coming in my pussy. Is that what you wanted?"

"*Holy ... shit!*" breathed a voice from the doorway.

Hiroshi spun around, staring popeyed at his friend standing there.
Struggling to speak, he choked out, "How ... How long have you been
standing there?"

"Long enough to hear what Akane just promised," the boy said in awe.
Addressing himself to the girl standing there, her bra still exposed, he
asked, "Did you really mean that, Akane-san? Will you really beg us to
fuck you, and thank us afterward?"

She nodded, looking down and not speaking.

Voice hoarse, Hiroshi asked, "But what about Ranma?"

Akane looked up, allowing need to burn in her eyes. "He's not here. I
need to come. You've named your price, and I've agreed to pay it."
Dropping her eyes again and shrugging off her shirt, their classmate
said, "I'll do everything you say. If you'll just help me to come." She
reached down to unfasten her skirt.

"But ..." Hiroshi stopped there, transfixed, as Akane's skirt fell to
her ankles. He didn't know what else to say.

Daisuke, for his part, wondered if his friend had gone insane. Sure,
Akane was Ranma's fiancee, but she was standing half naked in front of
them! Practically begging them to screw her! Her hands were reaching
back to unclasp her bra, and if Hiroshi was uncertain about this, he
himself sure wasn't. Daisuke unzipped his pants and let them fall.

Seeing that this was going to happen no matter what he had to say about
it, and feeling a proprietary air over Akane, Hiroshi started yanking
off his own clothes. Within seconds, all three teens were standing
there, completely nude.

Akane seized the initiative. Lying down on the bed she spread her legs,
giving both boys a good look at her drenched pussy. She looked up at
Hiroshi, and said, "Please, Hiroshi. Please fuck me. Please shove your
cock in my cunt and fuck me hard. You know I need it. I deserve it,
after the way I've been teasing you. Show me what it means to be fucked
by a real man's cock."

Daisuke stepped forward, but Hiroshi reached out and shoved him back. He
climbed on the bed, his knees between Akane's spread legs, one hand
propped beside her shoulder to hold him aloft, the other grasping his
cock, aiming it. He tried one final time. "Are you sure about this,
Akane?"

"Yes," she said breathily. "Fuck me now. Fuck me the way I need it. Fuck
meeee..."

Her voice rose and then trailed off, as Hiroshi lowered himself, sliding
the head of his cock along her folds, spreading them. He pushed forward
slowly, sinking his virgin cock into the hottest, tightest, most
heavenly place he could ever have imagined. When his hairs were pressed
against her he looked down at Akane's face to see a blissful smile. It
totally matched the way he felt in that instant.

Daisuke watched, awed beyond belief, as his friend's cock slid in and
out of Akane's cunt. On each retreat, it glistened wetly with her
fluids. He wished he had a camera to record the scene. Or better yet, a
camcorder. Then he thought about the pictures leaking out by accident
and ending up in Ranma's hands, and decided that maybe it was better not
to have a record.

The boy pinched himself to confirm that he wasn't dreaming. He leaned
closer, getting a better look at the way her pussy stretched around the
rod buried within it. He couldn't help saying, "I can't believe you're
really fucking Akane Tendo."

From off to the side he heard her voice, slightly miffed, "I *am* right
here, you know."

"Um, yeah," he said apologetically. "I can't believe you're letting us
do this, either."

Hiroshi couldn't hold out for long. He pumped faster and faster, until
with a joyous shout he planted himself firmly and injected a huge load
of jism into Akane's womb. Then he collapsed, lying across her.

Akane gave a muffled sigh. She had only climbed about halfway to her own
climax. She told herself that she should have known he wouldn't be able
to last very long. She looked at the other boy, patiently waiting beside
the bed, and raised an eyebrow inquiringly.

Daisuke decided that patience should have limits. "Come on, get off
asshole! Let me have a turn!"

Akane frowned. She didn't much care for Daisuke's attitude, treating her
as if she was only a pussy in which to stick his dick, forgetting that
there was a person attached. Maybe it was because he had jumped straight
from nothing to getting to screw her. Unlike Hiroshi, who had advanced
in stages, happy about each additional thing they did together. It also
made her think that maybe Ranma was right, that it might be better to
move forward a step at a time, enjoying each thing they did together,
instead of jumping straight to the end.

When Hiroshi climbed out of the way, Daisuke jumped between her legs
immediately. Akane barely managed to get out, "Please fuck me ..."
before he was stabbing at her pussy with his dick. It took the boy three
tries to find the right hole. Akane breathed with relief as he pushed
inside, hoping he'd help her reach the climax she longed to have. It was
with some puzzlement that she stared up at him when he stopped, about
halfway in, shuddering.

Daisuke pulled back out, trailing some cum behind. "I, uh, came," he
explained.

From the foot of the bed Hiroshi laughed. "Man, that was pathetic."

Daisuke got off the bed, snarling, "Fuck off, jerk!"

Hiroshi just gave him a smug smile, then sat down beside Akane. He put a
hand between her legs, and soon had her humping against his fingers.
Then he pulled those fingers back and said, "I know you want to come.
And I'm going to help you. But there's something else we need to take
care of first. Hang on."

He stood up and left the room. The eyes of the other two followed him,
baffled. He returned seconds later, carrying a stout wooden hairbrush.
Akane licked her lips nervously, suddenly understanding. Daisuke was
still completely in the dark, the only thing he could think being that
for some ungodly reason Hiroshi was planning to brush Akane's hair.

Hiroshi looked down at the girl on his bed, her legs still spread, a
little white fluid leaking out of her gash. "Do you remember what I said
you were going to get?" he asked. Akane nodded. Hiroshi sat on the bed
and said, "Come here and lie down over my lap. You don't get to come
until after I'm done."

Daisuke watched, as puzzled as ever, while Akane placed herself over
Hiroshi's legs, her bottom right over his legs. When Hiroshi lifted the
hand holding the hairbrush, Daisuke's eyes shot wide in understanding,
but still utterly unable to believe what his friend planned to do, or
that Akane was going to let him do it.

Then the brush came down with a *crack*, flattening Akane's ass, forcing
a small yelp from her mouth. At that point Daisuke had no choice but to
believe, and his good friend Hiroshi was suddenly transmogrified into a
god within his mind. The brush came down again, and again. A red oval
appeared each time. Akane grunted or cried out with every blow, but made
no attempt either to escape or to stop Hiroshi.

The hairbrush continued to fall, the sharp smacks of wood against flesh
filling the room. Akane was crying now, with tears gathering to roll
down her cheeks, slowly dripping onto the sheet beneath her face. Her
ass gradually turned red, as the oval prints from the brush merged
together into a continuous crimson glow.

Still the spanking continued, and Daisuke could not help but wonder how
on earth Hiroshi could know that Akane would permit this, or for that
matter, *why* Akane was permitting this. But she lay there, now openly
sobbing, taking whatever punishment Hiroshi saw fit to mete out.

Hiroshi finally stopped and set the hairbrush aside. He caressed Akane's
heated ass slowly and softly, waiting for her sobs to subside. When they
did, and she was pushing her bottom lightly up against his caresses,
Hiroshi asked, "Do you want me to fuck you now?"

"Yes, please," Akane gasped.

Hiroshi looked up at his friend, cocked an eyebrow, and held the other
boy's eye while he directed his next statement at the girl across his
lap. "If you want me to fuck you and make you come, first you have to
promise that Daisuke and I can fuck you any time we want, from now on."

"I ... I promise," Akane said. Then thinking this wasn't enough, she
added, "I promise that both of you can fuck me any time you want."

"All right, then get off me. Lie down and spread your legs. Show me
where you want me to fuck you."

Akane climbed off and lay down eagerly, immensely aroused. She not only
spread her legs wide, but reached down and spread her pussy, showing
everything to the lustful eyes of the two teenage boys. "I want you to
fuck me right here," she said wantonly.

Hiroshi positioned himself over her, then thrust into her honeyed depths
once more. Despite getting turned on by the spanking, he was able to
hold out a bit longer this time thanks to his previous climax. Pumping
himself in and out, he watched Akane's expression change, showing her
increasing arousal. Her hips moved in rhythm with his thrusts, fucking
back at him, trying to get him deeper inside her.

Akane's voice escaped her restraint. "Oh. Oh, yes. Yes. Ahh. Please.
Mmm. Gonna, gonna come. Oh."

Hiroshi was getting close to popping off himself, but looking at Akane's
spaced out expression he managed to ask, "Do you like doing what you're
told, Akane?"

"Yes. Yes. Do what I'm told. Mmm. Fuck. Fuck me. Good slut. Need to
fuck."

The eyebrows of both boys climbed on hearing this, but Hiroshi could
spare no attention for further questions. He began thrusting in and out
hard. Underneath him, Akane screamed, long and loud, ramming her pussy
against his cock. Overwhelmed, Hiroshi let loose, grunting like a wild
animal while he blasted Akane's cunt with jet after jet of cum. Both of
them fell to the mattress together.

After that, Akane regarded her second screw with Daisuke as
anticlimactic. He lasted about half a minute before coming, barely
starting Akane back up the slope of arousal. It was rather
disappointing. Nonetheless, she had a duty to do. When he pulled out,
she remained where she was, legs apart, letting them see their cum
leaking out of her pussy. She looked up at the two boys and said, "Thank
you for fucking me, and for making me come. I really needed that."

Hiroshi smiled and said, "You're welcome." He reached for Akane's hand
and helped her to stand up. She dressed under the watchful eyes of the
two boys, making sure they got some more good views before she covered
up.

Walking down the street after leaving, Akane wondered if she could find
a way to give Daisuke some extra training. If she had to screw him, then
the least he could do was learn to last long enough to satisfy her.

                               o - o - o

Ranma knocked on the door of Hikaru's house already in female form,
figuring she might as well spare herself an ice cold soaking. She wasn't
thinking too much about what was going to happen to herself. Mostly she
was worried about what Akane would be going through at the hands of her
two perverted friends. If they did anything to upset her ...

The door opened to reveal Hikaru's face, his expression stuck in
neutral. He stepped aside to allow Ranma to pass, which Ranma did,
shucking off her jacket and tossing it to the scowling boy.

On entering the next room, Ranma saw that there were no fewer than three
boys waiting there for her. Her classmate Michio, the gang's boss, and
the two second year students, Tanjiro and Raiden. They all had
unpleasant smiles on their faces.

/Could have been worse,/ Ranma thought with a sigh. /The other three
could've been here as well./

Out loud she sneered and asked, "So what have you got planned today for
your little dicks?"

As expected, their expressions darkened. Less expected, all three
laughed grimly.

"Told you she'd be mouthy," Michio commented.

"Did you hear me denying it?" Tanjiro replied.

"Strip and come over here," Michio ordered calmly, moving to stand
beside an easy chair which had been pulled out into the room. "Then hold
your arms out in front of you."

Ranma did so, dropping her clothes where she stood, then walking over
and sticking her arms out toward the boy. A look of contempt had
suffused her features at the realization that he felt the need to tie
her up again.

Michio reached over the back of the chair and came back up with an odd
contraption, like a pair of hard leather mittens with a chain between
them. He slipped these over Ranma's hands, then fastened buckles which
went around the wrists, preventing them from coming off.

Ranma looked down at her hands, realizing two things. First, that these
were essentially handcuffs, with mittens attached. Second, that even if
she wanted, she could not press any shiatsu points with her fingers
enclosed this way.

Michio turned her and pushed her down across the back of the chair,
allowing Ranma to see a length of rope and several long pieces of wood
lying on the cushion. "Tie her in place," the boy said, while his hand
on her back kept her from rising.

Tanjiro and Raiden took the rope and tied one end to the chain between
the mittens. They passed it under the chair and then used it to tie
Ranma's ankles to opposite legs. The girl was held tightly in place, ass
in the air, arms stretched out in front of her. She figured they were
planning to rape her from behind.

In this she proved to be incorrect. Michio reached underneath Ranma and
pulled out one of the pieces of wood. It was just a long wooden
cylinder, a centimeter thick and a meter in length. As Michio took a
stance behind Ranma and to the side, he said, "I brought several of
these in case they break. It's time to cure you of that mouthiness." His
arm lifted the stick high into the air.

Ranma, without a clear view due to her position, didn't understand the
boy's intentions until his arm swung down and the impact came on her
ass. The sheer surprise caused her to lift her head and whinny,
struggling instantly to control the outcry. She turned her head and
yelled, "Don't you dare you motherfucking ..."

Her voice was cut off when the cane struck again. Ranma's muscles
tensed, but she managed not to cry out. Breathing hard, she gasped out,
"I am going to kill ..."

Again she got no further, as the next blow robbed her of speech.
Realizing the hopelessness of the situation, she settled down to endure,
determined not to give them the satisfaction of hearing her make any
further sounds.

Stroke after stroke landed, leaving trails of agony across the girl's
hips. Her muscles tensed involuntarily, time after time. Every now and
then her head would whip from side to side, the red pigtail swinging.
Stripes of red crossed and crisscrossed her ass, the globes of flesh now
quivering uncontrollably. Tears helplessly slid down Ranma's face to
fall to the cushion. But still she remained silent.

Then Michio started on the backs of her thighs. Unable to control her
response, Ranma screamed. More blows landed on her legs, right below the
curve of her hips. The dam broken, Ranma could no longer hold back her
cries, her throat erupting in a shriek with each impact. Michio moved
back to her hips, listening to Ranma scream with each stripe he laid
down across her ass.

When Michio stopped, the red-haired girl's ass was a mass of welts
running in long tracks across the flesh. Her chest was heaving in sobs,
crying heavily, her control having been broken when the screams began.
The boy waited patiently while the weeping diminished.

When he thought Ranma might be able to speak, he crouched down in front
of the chair, near her head. "You planning to mouth off at us anymore?"
he asked, while placing an internal bet with himself concerning the
answer.

"F-Fuck ... you!" Ranma gasped out.

Michio nodded, winning the bet. He stood up and walked behind the chair,
raising the cane again. Ranma, eyes blurred with tears, had no idea it
was coming. When the piece of wood cut across her ass, Ranma's head shot
up, her arms tugging hard against her bonds, and a scream tore from her
throat which shook the windows. But Michio didn't stop there. He whipped
her hard, again and again, making Ranma's body dance in agony. He
stopped, and once more waited for Ranma to settle.

Crouching down in front of Ranma, he asked, "Got a different answer for
me this time? Or you want more of the same?"

Ranma felt despair grip her. She could probably take more, given some of
the things she'd been through in her life, but would Michio ever stop?
Probably not. He'd just keep whipping her, over and over, until she gave
him the answer he wanted. And no matter how strong she was, Ranma knew
she was only flesh and blood. Eventually, the pain would become too much
even for her, and she would break and tell him what he wanted. There was
no point in getting her ass turned into raw hamburger. Assuming it
wasn't already.

Trying to catch her breath, Ranma said, "I-I'll ... keep my ... thoughts
... to my-myself."

"Good enough," Michio laughed. "And are you going to be a good girl and
do everything that we say?"

"Y-Yes," Ranma answered.

"You'd better," Michio told her seriously. "If you don't, then I just
might have to give Akane a whipping like this when she gets here."

Ranma's head jerked up and turned a hateful glare on the boy. Then she
drooped down again. "I'll ... do what you want," she promised. "Don't
... hurt Akane."

"Let's see if you mean it," Michio said, something nasty in his voice.
"Tell us that you wish you could spend the rest of your life as a girl.
Because you love getting fucked in your cunt with a good, hard cock."

"You ...!" Ranma caught herself just in time. She licked her lips. She
pictured Akane in the same position as herself, getting whipped in the
same fashion. She took a deep breath. "I wish I could spend the rest of
my life as a girl. I love having a good, hard cock fuck my cunt."

"And you want us to turn you into an expert cocksucker, right?" Michio
pressed. "So that the guys will enjoy getting blowjobs from you, and
reward you with great big mouthfuls of cum to swallow."

"Yeah, whatever," Ranma said.

Michio stood, and the cane came down from the front on one upturned
globe of her ass, making Ranma howl. He crouched back down and said,
"You want to try that again? Tell me what I want to hear."

Ranma panted a few times. Then, "I'd like to be turned into an ...
expert cocksucker," she replied unwillingly. "I want guys to enjoy
getting blowjobs from me. I want them to ... reward me with big
mouthfuls of ... cum. So I can swallow them. Okay?"

"Yeah, better," her captor agreed. "Are you ready to get fucked now?"

"Yeah, what..." Ranma licked her lips. "I mean, yeah, I'm ready to be
fucked now."

They untied Ranma's ankles, then Michio took hold of the rope still tied
to her manacles and pulled her along as if it were a leash. Ranma tried
to dig in her heels when she saw that she was about to be pulled out
onto the engawa, separated from the outdoors only by glass. However, a
pull brought her stumbling out regardless of her wishes.

"Are you nuts?" Ranma hissed. "Someone'll see!"

Raiden guffawed. "Don't worry about it. Akane gets screwed out here all
the time."

Ranma glanced at the second floor of the house next door, clearly
visible above the wall. She supposed that the occupants might work
during the day, and have no children. If they could get away with ...
what they did with Akane, she supposed it ought to be safe enough.

While she was involved with these thoughts, Michio pulled her over to a
bench and made her lie along it on her back, face up. She winced in pain
when her bottom touched the hard wood. Her ass was at the edge facing
the outdoors, and they pulled her arms over her head and tied the rope
around the base of the other end of the bench. Then Tanjiro and Michio
picked up a couple of additional lengths of rope, and each seized one of
her ankles and tied one end there. They hauled up, and Ranma yelped for
an instant to find her legs sticking straight up and spread out in a
wide V. The other ends of the ropes were tied to hooks in the ceiling,
holding her in that position.

Ranma really, really hoped there was no one next door. Because if there
was, they were getting one hell of a view.

The boys stripped off their clothes, then Michio moved down between
Ranma and the outside glass. He knelt there, testing her pussy with a
finger to confirm that it was wet enough. Ranma cursed herself for how
easily she juiced up, but there was nothing to be done about it.
Grinning at her, Michio targeted his prick and slid it home into her
cunt. He fucked her steadily, determined to last as long as he could
before his first come of the day.

At the same time Raiden knelt beside the girl, forcing her head to the
side to face him. Ranma saw the boy's thick cock staring her straight in
the face, and guessed what was coming. She tried to keep her mouth
closed, but it was easily pried open, and Raiden fed her his huge
sausage. Ranma's jaw ached with how widely it had to stretch, and she
tried not to drool as he began fucking her mouth.

While this double team took place, Ranma felt a feather touch on her
clit, causing her to jump a little. More strokes continued, making her
groan at the sensations they caused. She couldn't get her head around to
see which of the three was touching her like that, but she damned
whoever it was. Before long her hips were writhing against her will, the
pressure of her arousal building within.

When the orgasm crashed over her, Ranma hummed her involuntary pleasure.
The vibration around his organ proved too much for Raiden, who came down
her throat like a fire hose. Ranma had trouble swallowing, and a
considerable quantity of semen poured out of the lower corner of her
mouth. Just as Raiden withdrew, Michio began grunting "Yes, yes, yes"
over and over, then held his cock all the way in and bathed Ranma's
cervix with fresh, hot cum.

When those two moved away, Tanjiro stepped in immediately. He was
holding a tube in his hand, and before Ranma even saw his intention, the
boy had pushed a finger covered with lube up her ass. Her head whipped
around to see him applying more lube to his own prick.

"Goddamnit!" Ranma yelled, trying to ignore the taste of semen coating
her teeth. "What is it with you fags and fucking a guy up the ass? You
might as well not even turn me into a girl!"

Michio stepped up, growling, "Sounds like you've forgotten your lesson
already. Let me remind you." He grabbed both of the redhead's nipples,
pinching hard, then pulled up with as much strength as he could. Both of
her tits elongated into towering peaks, making Ranma grit her teeth
against the pain. Tanjiro took the opportunity to stab his cock deep
within her ass, making Ranma howl.

Holding her tits in this painful position, Michio asked, "You gonna
remember to watch your mouth from now on?" Ranma nodded hastily, and the
boy released her. As Tanjiro finished working his cock into the girl's
ass up to his balls, Michio leaned down by her ear and whispered. "I
don't like being called a fag. I really, really don't like it. But I
happen to know a couple of guys at school who really are fags. If I ever
hear you call me that again, I'm gonna turn you over to them in your guy
form and tell them they can do whatever they want. And I'll take
pictures. You got that?"

Ranma looked to the side at the boy, furious, but for perhaps the first
time there was also a trace of fear in her eyes. "I got it," she
whispered.

Then a grunt was forced from Ranma as Tanjiro pulled his cock back, and
shoved it into her ass. She closed her eyes, preparing to endure, trying
to ignore the pain as his thighs slapped against her welts. When the
fingers went to work between her legs again, her eyes shot open to see
Tanjiro smiling at her as he fondled her pussy. Ranma closed her eyes
once more, trying to shut out the sensations. In vain. She had another
orgasm just as Tanjiro unleashed a torrent of jism into her bowels.

The three boys rested for a few minutes, while Tanjiro cleaned himself
off. Then they went back to work, this time with Tanjiro in her pussy,
and Michio getting his cock sucked. As Ranma half expected, it wasn't
long before she was being fondled and forced toward another orgasm. It
hit just as Michio poured his seed into her mouth, leaving Ranma too out
of control to swallow properly. She choked, gagging on the thick spunk,
get a good bit of cum up into her nose.

Tanjiro fired a blast of semen into her cunt a minute later, as an
afterthought.

Michio left his cock in Ranma's mouth, ordering her to continuing
licking and sucking on it. Once he was hard again the boy moved around
to her rear. Lubing himself up, he positioned the tip of his prick at
the tight ring of the girl's ass. Ranma whispered "No" but was of course
ignored. Michio pushed forward, spreading her sphincter until the head
of his cock popped inside. Ranma grunted at the intrusion.

The leader of the gang slowly forced his cock up the girl's ass,
listening to Ranma groan. He remembered with delight how he had made the
girl cry yesterday when he had butt fucked her. It was a pity that the
bitches got used to that sort of thing. Once he was in he began
thrusting hard. He expected to last a good long time since he'd already
come twice, and he took hold of Ranma's legs in order to ram himself
into her even harder. Remembering the plan to humiliate the slut, but
not having a free hand, he caught Tanjiro's eye and looked down toward
Ranma's gaping pussy. The other boy reached down and began fondling her.

Ranma felt herself working up to a fourth orgasm as Michio's cock
brutally raped her ass. She wondered if someone could have pressed her
libido points without her noticing. Assuming anyone other than herself
and Happosai even knew where they were. Unable to stop it, Ranma
thrashed wildly as the climax broke across her. She was so far gone that
she didn't even notice Michio shooting a load of cum in her ass and then
pulling out.

Panting in exhaustion, Ranma watched Tanjiro approach her face. She
tried to turn away, but a hand on her head easily turned her back. His
cock forced its way past her teeth, and the boy leaned down and said,
"Start sucking, or I'm going to stretch your tits again. And make sure
to massage me with your tongue as well."

In the meantime, Raiden knelt at Ranma's ass and began the process of
spreading her cunt with his thick meat. He loved to see a girl's cunt
spread so wide that her clit was almost touching his prick. He screwed
himself in and out, while watching Tanjiro do the same to her mouth. The
indentation of her cheeks showed that she was sucking as ordered, and
the fact that her tits were left in peace suggested that she was using
her tongue as well.

This time Michio did the honors of playing with Ranma to make her come.
She did so, panting and gasping, before either of the boys. Then Tanjiro
gave the girl her third mouthful of semen, while Raiden added a deposit
to her overflowing cunt.

When they pulled out Ranma tried desperately to catch her breath, hoping
they were done. She had probably been screwed more yesterday, but she
had also been half-crazed with anger and other emotions at the time.
While she was certain she could survive a lot more, she definitely
didn't want to do so, and the thought that Akane had been putting up
with this sort of treatment, and worse, ate at her gut.

Raiden was sitting off to the side, staring at Ranma, trying to get it
up for a third time. The others had managed three times apiece, and he
was damned if he wasn't going to hold up his end of things. He massaged
his thick, semi-erect cock with his hand, and imagined Ranma sucking on
it in front of her class, with everyone watching. It gradually
stiffened, and he picked up the lube and continued masturbating,
spreading it along his length. Not to mention his girth.

Ranma was just beginning to think that it really was over when she saw
Raiden appear between the V of her legs. His large cock was standing at
full mast. She groaned as he lowered himself to his knees. Then she felt
his cockhead brush against her anus.

"No way!" she yelled. "It won't fit! You're out of your mind!"

"It'll fit," the boy told her with a grin. "Don't worry. If Akane can
take it back there, so can you." Then he pressed, hard.

"Aaaagh!" The sound was torn from Ranma as Raiden gained entrance. "For
God's sake, stop! Fuck my cunt if you have to! You're going to tear me
apart!"

Michio knelt beside Ranma as Raiden shoved again, gaining another
centimeter at the girl's howled protest. "Tell you what," Michio said.
"Raiden wants a nice butt fuck, but he'll take it out if you insist. All
you have to do is ask him, pretty please, to butt fuck Akane instead."

Ranma was panting against the discomfort. "No ... fucking ... way."

"Suit yourself." Raiden shoved forward some more, bringing an agonized
grunt from Ranma. Then some more. Ranma arched her back in a useless
attempt to escape the penetration.

"Sure you don't want to ask him to butt fuck Akane?" Michio inquired.
"He's done it before. Of course, we'll have to tell her that you asked
him to."

"Get ... stuffed." Ranma muttered.

Michio turned to Raiden. "She says she wants to get stuffed."

"Here it comes then," the boy acknowledged. He grabbed Ranma's legs and
thrust hard, sinking five centimeters further and making Ranma scream
this time.

Ranma said nothing else, and the other two boys just watched as Raiden
finally forced the last few centimeters in. Ranma winced as the boy's
balls smacked her sore ass, but it was just one more pain added to what
she was already feeling. Of course, it then got worse, as Raiden began
fucking her. She never noticed the tears which dampened her cheeks.

Tanjiro fondled Ranma, trying to get her to orgasm one last time, but
seemed to make little headway at first. Then he had an inspiration. He
pulled the handkerchief out of his pocket. It was real silk, and he
folded it over and started stroking Ranma's clit with it. In less than a
minute he had her pressing her body upward against it. Raiden watched
the girl carefully, trying to make sure she would come before he did.
Although he was in no hurry, having already emptied his balls in both
her mouth and her cunt.

In the end the silk did the job. Ranma twisted from side to side around
the pole in her ass, hair whipping as she came explosively. Raiden
hammered his cock into her, and just as she was coming down from her
orgasm he shouted and slammed forward one last time. His cum joined the
two previous loads which had been left in her ass. He pulled himself out
and stood slowly, fatigued, before going off to clean himself.

They simply left Ranma where she was, the three of them wandering back
inside the house. Ranma was too tired to care. A few minutes passed, and
then Hikaru strolled out, carrying a chair, which he put down facing
Ranma. He walked around the girl, looking her over. Semen was leaking
out of her cunt and ass, pooling at the very end of the bench before
oozing over the side to drip to the floor. More cum was on her face,
especially the side which had been turned down when she sucked on the
boys kneeling beside her. More cum formed a puddle on the bench below
that side of her face, and got into her hair now that she was looking
upward.

Hikaru untied the ropes from the hooks, lowering Ranma's ankles to rest
on the floor. He left her arms tied to the bench however, and sat down
in the chair facing her. The boy said nothing, just looking at her, as
if waiting for the girl to speak.

When the silence had lasted too long for Ranma's nerves, she said,
"Well? Aren't you going to screw me too?"

"No thanks," Hikaru replied.

Ranma stared, then turned her face away. She told herself firmly that
she was *not* insulted. "Okay, then how about you finish untying me and
let me up?"

"I'd rather talk to you first," Hikaru admitted. "And I'd rather you
didn't have the chance to do something nasty to me if you hear anything
you don't like."

Ranma sighed, then said in a light but ugly tone, "Didn't you hear me
promise to be a good little girl?"

"Mmm," Hikaru hummed agreeably. "I'm also familiar with your temper.
Granted you have better control than Akane has over hers. Or better than
she used to have - she's gained a lot of control due to recent
unfortunate events. But that doesn't make you the most easygoing person
alive, and I think you're still pretty dangerous if you want to be."

Ranma turned and regarded the boy warily. "I can't figure you out. Where
do you stand in all this? What do you want? You sound like you got your
head screwed on a bit better than the others. What's your game?"

Hikaru looked inside the house, then back. "We can speak pretty freely
now. You seem to have tired them out, and they're all watching TV. But
try not to forget that they're pretty close by, okay?"

"Yeah, whatever," the boy-turned-girl said. Remembering an earlier
concern, she said, "Tell me. The people next door. They work somewhere
all day, right? No one's home?"

"Oh, no," the boy admitted. "You're right about the wife, but the
husband works from home. He's standing at the window watching you right
now."

"What?!" Ranma's head jerked up, and she tried to raise her legs and
arrange them in some fashion to cover up. Quite unsuccessfully.

"There's nothing to worry about," Hikaru told the redhead. "He won't
tell anyone. He just enjoys watching."

"Well tell him to go watch someone else, damn it! I ain't here to put on
some freaking sex show for perverts!"

The boy chuckled. "Actually, you are. The guys knew he was there, and
part of the fun for them was knowing they were putting on a show for
him. Sorry about that."

"Look, just untie me," Ranma urged, suddenly self conscious about being
seen with semen on her naked body. "We can talk inside."

"No," Hikaru said in flat denial. "We'll talk here. What I want to know
is what you plan to do. About all of this."

"Not much I can do," Ranma replied bitterly. "You assholes have us
trapped pretty well."

Hikaru snorted. "Not now. I meant later. The others, they're fools.
Thinking with their dicks. I know damn well this won't last forever.
Somehow, some way, you'll find a way out of this. I'm sure of it. What I
want to know is what you plan to do then."

Ranma lowered her voice. "I think you got a pretty damn good idea of
what sort of thing I plan to do then. You bastards are going to pay for
what you did to Akane."

Her classmate frowned, pointing out "You'll notice that I have not
personally done anything to you."

"You think that'll save you?" Ranma snarled. "You helped rape Akane, you
fucker."

Hikaru nodded. "You're right. I did. I also didn't have a choice. The
other six came up with that plan. Then they decided they wanted my help.
I had no more choice in what happened than Akane had. I could join in,
or I could get the living shit beat out of me until I agreed to join in.
It seems I heard you agree to what Michio wanted, earlier, when he
threatened to keep beating you until you did. Do you imagine, in your
wildest fantasies, that I'm braver than you?"

Ranma turned her face away, unsettled. "You expect me to believe that
shit? If you're so innocent, how come you're still raping her?"

"Did Akane call what I'm doing rape?" Hikaru wanted to know.

The red-haired girl refused to look at him, and said nothing.

Hikaru sighed. "It hasn't been easy for Akane." He laughed, grimly.
"Well, that's a hell of an understatement. You're only just starting to
get a taste of what she's been through. And she was all alone. And she
didn't have as hard a life as you, growing up. It made you a lot
stronger than she is. On the inside, I mean. The kind of inner strength
she needs to get through this. I don't think you know how close she came
to breaking."

Ranma turned to the boy with a sneer. "And I guess you're going to claim
that you saved her? Kept her from falling apart?"

He didn't flinch. "As a matter of fact, yes. She needed someone. You
weren't here. I was. She's changed of course. But she's still basically
intact. And it's thanks to me."

"I suppose you expect me to be grateful," Ranma said coldly.

"No," Hikaru responded. "I expect you to hate me for it. I would in your
place. But it would also be nice if you'd try to acknowledge the truth.
I'd like your promise that you won't ... hurt me. Whenever you finally
get out of this."

Ranma glared at him. "You planning to keep your hands off Akane from now
on?"

Hikaru leaned back, pursing his lips together. "Do you know that Akane
loves you? I mean, really loves you, deep down, wants to marry you, all
that shit? Do you know that thinking about you helped her to get through
some of the worst of what happened? Do you know all that?"

Ranma was confused by the non sequiter. "She's said some things ... What
the hell does that have to do with what I asked?"

He sighed. "I thought I loved Akane at one time. No chance now. She
could never love me, after this, and I ... don't think I can think of
her that way any more. But I still care."

He turned a hard look on the bound girl. "Do you love her back?" the boy
asked.

"That ain't any business of yours!" Ranma replied hotly.

"It is if you want an answer," Hikaru replied calmly.

The bound girl fumed for a moment, then seemed to sink into the bench,
fatigued. "Yeah, I love her. Okay?"

"Can you give her what she needs?" Hikaru asked.

This confused Ranma further. "What the hell you mean by that?"

Hikaru sighed. He propped his chin on one hand, the elbow resting on an
arm of the chair. "Listen, and I'll try to explain. Akane is submissive.
Or she is now, anyway. Do you understand what that means?"

"She, uh, does what she's told?" The girl shook her head. "Doesn't sound
like Akane to me."

Hikaru smiled. "She certainly wasn't like that before, was she?" Then he
frowned. "She is now, though. I don't know if she changed as a way of
coping with what was happening, or if that was a part of her that was
always there, buried deep down, and this just brought it to the surface.
In any case, it doesn't just mean that she does what she's told. In
fact, she doesn't, not always."

Hikaru paused, thinking. "It means that she prefers to be told what to
do, which does not guarantee that she will do it. She is able to take
pleasure from being made to do things. Not such a bad trait, under the
circumstances. She wishes to be punished, because it relieves guilt for
things she has done, or felt, or thought. None of which means she wants
to be in the hands of a bunch of bastards who raped her. She would much
rather be able to act that way with someone she loves and trusts." He
sighed. "Someone like you."

He turned a penetrating look on Ranma. "Which brings me back to my
question. Can you give her what she needs? Can you order or make Akane
do things, even when you know she's uncomfortable doing them? Because
you also know she'll take pleasure in it, either then or later? Can you
bring yourself to punish her, when she feels a need to be punished?
Because you know that it's what she wants, deep down?"

Ranma looked embarrassed, almost forgetting that she was speaking to a
rapist. She remembered Akane asking to be punished, and how she herself
had felt intrigued by the idea. And what she'd had to tell Akane. "I ...
maybe, if I was cured. She asked, but I had to tell her I couldn't. With
the weakness moxibustion, I can't, you know, hurt her. I'd be willing to
try otherwise. But ... Why the hell am I telling you this?"

"Because I asked nicely," Hikaru pointed out. "And because you've also
just explained why I won't keep my hands off Akane. She needs someone to
take a dominant role with her. Someone to punish her. She needs it so
she can handle the guilt that consumes her. You've just explained why
you can't do the job. That leaves me."

"Well doesn't that just work out peachy for you," Ranma retorted. "And
while you're punishing her, and shit, and doing everything you can think
of to *help* her, you're still screwing her every chance you get. And I
ain't seen anything to suggest you're lifting one finger to get her free
from those other bastards."

Hikaru lifted a hand and turned it palm up. "I'm not going to deny that
I enjoy the screwing. As a matter of fact, I enjoy it a lot. But if I
stopped, they wouldn't let me, um, *participate*. They'd stop trusting
me. Not that they trust me all that much to start with. Frankly, I don't
give a damn what you want Saotome. I'm going to go on screwing Akane,
because it means I can help her get through this mess. I can help her
stay sane."

He ignored Ranma's glare. "And when the day comes when you get yourself
and her out of this, I hope you're ready to be the man she needs. I hope
you're ready to turn her over your lap and paddle her when she wants it.
I hope you're ready to order her to walk around outside in a tiny skirt
without any underwear, knowing that she'll be ashamed as hell but that
she'll also screw your brains out afterward. Because if you don't figure
out how to be that man, I'm going to come over and kick you in the
balls." He looked the girl over. "Assuming you have balls at the time."

Ranma scowled at her classmate but said nothing. Her thoughts were
zipping around in her head too fast to be bothered by his empty threat.
Was he right? Would that be what Akane needed? And would he be able to
do that? The idea certainly sounded ... well, she felt herself getting a
little hot thinking about it. But would she really be able to do that
sort of thing when it came down to it? She didn't know, but she had a
feeling it might be interesting to find out.

"By the way," Hikaru added. "Going all the way back to where I started.
Any chance you'll let me survive, once you find a way out of this crap?"

"I'll think about it," Ranma growled. She turned her face away from the
boy. Sounding tired, she added, "And you'd better not let me hear you
did anything more than you have to do."

"I'll keep it in mind," Hikaru replied, smiling. He stood up and
stretched. Then he picked up one of the ropes lying on the floor,
lifting Ranma's ankle.

Ranma's head snapped back around. "What the hell are you doing now?"

The boy paused, and vented a sigh. "I've given you as long a rest as I
dare. The others might get up the energy to check on you at any time.
For both of our sakes, you'd better be the way they left you. I'm going
to tie your legs back up in the air."

"Goddamnit!" Ranma exclaimed, while she watched him loop the rope over
the hook and pull. "I thought you were untying me because they were
finished!"

"Sorry," Hikaru answered absently. He tied the rope off, and then did
the same with the other leg, ignoring Ranma's fuming expression. In
short order, the girl's legs were once again pointed up toward the
ceiling in a wide, spread V.

Now that he knew there was a man across the way watching, the red-haired
girl felt ten times as uncomfortable in this position. "Look, dammit! My
ass is sore as hell. And just lying here like this, there ain't no way
to take my mind off it! Come on! Help me out, here."

Hikaru stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Okay," he said. "I'll be right
back." He vanished inside the house, leaving Ranma to wonder how that
was helping.

A couple of minutes later the boy returned, holding something in each
hand, but Ranma didn't get a good look before he moved down between her
legs. "What ... what are you up to?" she asked, trying not to sound
concerned.

"You wanted my help taking your mind off your situation, and how sore
you are. I lubed it up while I was inside. Just a second."

Ranma felt a touch at her pussy. "What? Hey! ... I thought you weren't
gonna ... uhhh." Something thick slid into her cunt. "Damn you!"

"Relax," Hikaru said. "It isn't me. I told you I wasn't going to fuck
you. It's a vibrator."

"A vibrator?" repeated Ranma. "What the fuck's it supposed to vibrate?
Take that ..."

There was a slight tug, and Ranma lost the thread of what she was saying
as her eyes crossed. It became instantly clear what it was supposed to
vibrate. "Oh ... shit!" she gasped. "What the ... the ... fuck?"

"It's a vibrator that's designed to be inserted in your cunt," Hikaru
explained. "Any girl's vagina, I mean, not just yours. I haven't had a
chance to use this on Akane yet. It has a little projection on the side
near the base, which almost touches the clitoris. I hope it feels as
good as it's supposed to. Hang on while I make sure it won't slip out."

The boy pulled a long strip off the roll of tape he was holding in his
other hand. He placed the middle of the tape across the base of the
vibrator, then attached the two ends to Ranma's thighs, assuring the toy
would stay firmly embedded in the redhead. He was careful to make sure
the tape came nowhere near the red curls on her mound.

Her ass was moving up and down slightly as she tensed the muscles in her
legs, pulling against the ropes. The motion was totally beyond her
control. "This ... this isn't ... what I ... had in ... in mind ...
Could you ..."

"I've got to go inside for a bit," Hikaru told her. "I'll come back out
and check on you later."

"W-Wait ..." Ranma tried to say. Too late. The shoji slid closed,
leaving her out on the engawa by herself.

                               o - o - o

When Akane reached Hikaru's house, Tanjiro opened the door, and Michio
and Raiden confronted her as well.

"You do what you were told?" Michio demanded, as she set her coat aside.

"Yes," Akane sighed. "Should I undress and show you?"

He waved this off. "How the hell am I supposed to be able to tell who
you been fucking? Think I can tell one guy's sperm from another? I'm too
tired to play right now. Your boyfriend wore me out. I'll find out the
truth when I talk to the two jerks on Sunday, and God help you if you
lied. Which, just by the by, I'm sure you didn't. See you in school
tomorrow. Last day of term, hey? We got something special planned for
lunchtime."

The three boys departed with a laugh. Akane's eyes followed them with
dismay. After they disappeared from sight, she went searching for Ranma.

Hikaru met her at the door to the family room. He motioned her down the
hall, and she followed him to his bedroom. Akane looked around, puzzled.
Ranma wasn't there.

"Where ...?"

"Out on the engawa," Hikaru said. "She'll keep. She's resting. Those
three assholes worked her over sort of hard. Especially when Michio
caned her to start with."

"Oh!" Akane exclaimed, biting her lip. "Oh, poor Ranma. I'd better go
..."

"Believe me, she's feeling fine, right now," Hikaru insisted. "She and I
had a long talk before you showed up. I want to know if you're okay. It
must have been pretty weird, having to let Ranma's friends do that to
you."

Akane shrugged. "It wasn't that bad. They didn't, you know, mistreat me
or anything. Daisuke was a little quick off the trigger. They each took
two turns, and I only got off once."

The boy move behind her, then pressed himself against her back, reaching
around to cup her breasts. "Idiots. Don't they know a girl like you
needs more than a single orgasm." His fingertips brushed the crests of
her soft mounds, and he felt her nipples harden through her shirt and
bra.

"That's not really true," Akane said breathily. "One was fine. I should
really go to Ranma."

"I think you should let her recover a bit more, first," Hikaru said.
"Unless you want to try carrying her home. And in the meantime you can
have another orgasm. You know you need it."

Akane swallowed. "Ranma ..."

"Ranma doesn't know you're here yet," Hikaru told her. "The shoji out to
the engawa were closed and the television was playing loudly. You only
spoke to those jerks at the front door, and didn't say anything else
until you were back here. With the TV on, for all Ranma knows the other
guys are still here." He reached a hand down under her skirt, sliding it
over her mound, and letting one fingertip push into the crotch of her
panties.

"It isn't fair," Akane protested. "Ranma's waiting for me."

Hikaru pressed his finger more firmly to her slit. "Would you rather I
brought Ranma in here to lie down on the bed? While you and I have sex?"

"No!" Akane exclaimed, shocked.

"Hmmm," the boy playing with her murmured thoughtfully. "Now that I
think of it, right back at the beginning of this week you promised to
screw me in front of Ranma, and said that you'd tell him how much you
loved it."

Akane trembled. "No, please, don't make me. Don't make me do that.
Please."

Hikaru put his lips beside her ear and said softly, "Then maybe you'd
better tell me that you want to leave Ranma out on the engawa while you
screw me in here. Hmm?"

Akane was sliding her hips forward and back, rubbing herself on the
finger at her crotch. This also resulted in pressing her ass against the
erection behind her. Afraid that Hikaru really might make her keep that
promise, Akane said, "Could we leave Ranma outside for now? I'd really
like you to screw me in here first. Please?"

"All right," Hikaru said. "Then why don't you get undressed?"

He watched eagerly as Akane removed her clothes. Once she was naked he
removed his own garments. "Lie down on the bed and tell me what you
want," he said.

Akane lay down. She spread her legs wide apart, then reached down to
spread her pussy, just like she had for the other two boys earlier.
"Please fuck me, Hikaru-sama. I need to be fucked. Please make me come."

"Turn over on your hands and knees," he directed. "And put your face
down on the bed."

Akane followed his instructions, and Hikaru knelt behind her. He pulled
her folds apart, and slowly eased his massive cock into her cunt. It
gradually slid in, further and further, making the girl beneath him
groan. Then he began fucking her, in and out, holding her ass while he
pumped himself into her cunt.

Hikaru paused in his screwing, making Akane groan in frustration. She
had been getting close to a climax and he knew it. Leaning over her, he
asked, "Just to be sure, it really is okay with you that we left Ranma
outside while we're screwing in here? Right?"

"Y-Yes, Hikaru-sama. Please ..."

"And you don't mind in the least that my neighbor is staring at Ranma,
lying there naked, leaking cum? That's okay, right?"

Akane tried pushing back, trying to get his cock in deeper, but he moved
with her. She knew what he wanted to hear. "Yes, that's fine,
Hikaru-sama. It's good that your neighbor is staring at Ranma."

He fucked her for a couple of strokes, then paused as if struck by
sudden inspiration. "In that case, you wouldn't mind leaving Ranma out
there a little longer, would you? So that I can butt fuck you as well?
Is that okay?" He gave her another stroke of his cock and stopped.

Akane pounded her fist on the bed. But there was only one answer, and
she knew it. "No, I don't mind Hikaru. We can leave Ranma outside a
little longer, while you butt fuck me."

"Okay," he said. "Would you like to come now?"

"Yes! Please!" She tried not to scream the answer.

Hikaru started pistoning in and out of her cunt vigorously. Akane moved
it time with him, moaning in ecstasy as he stretched her so wonderfully.
When she came she literally saw fireworks, little sparkles of light
filling her vision. Hikaru grunted, then filled her pussy with another
load of cum, her sixth of the day.

The boy left his cock in her pussy, slowly moving it forward and back,
to her mild protests. He reached for his bedside table, barely managing
to get to the drawer and pull out the tube of KY. He lubed her ass with
two fingers, spreading the fingers apart to stretch her. His cock
hardened fully as he carried out these preparations.

"What do you want to ask me, Akane-chan?"

She worked to achieve the right plaintive note. "Please butt fuck me,
Hikaru-sama."

Hikaru pulled his cock out of her cunt, and positioned the large head at
her tight, little anus. Pressing on either side with his thumbs to
stretch her, he pushed the head inside, bringing a strained gasp to her
lips. He then eased himself further in, a little at a time. After a few
minutes he was buried fully within her.

As he pulled back, Hikaru reached underneath, his questing finger
finding Akane's clitoris. She moaned as he thrust back within, both from
the pressure in her rear and the electric impulses racing to her brain
from where his finger stroked her. As he pumped harder, he said, "Thank
me for butt fucking you while Ranma entertains my neighbor."

"Please ..."

"Shall I stop?" he warned.

Akane swallowed. "No," she said quietly, as her body strained against
both his finger and his cock. "Thank you for ... butt fucking me ...
while Ranma ... um, entertains your neighbor." Finishing his request,
she tried to push harder against him.

"Do you want to come again?"

"Yes! Yes!" she was panting, fucking herself on him while he practically
held still.

"Do you want me to come in your ass?" he queried.

"Gods, yes!" she demanded. "Fill my ass with cum! Please!"

"One last request," Hikaru said, his voice hard. "When we go get Ranma,
you ask her if she fucked me. And you act disappointed when she says no.
Promise me."

Akane's fingers were fisting up folds of sheet, and her toes were
curling. "Oh God, why? Why? Isn't this enough?"

"Promise me or I'm pulling out," the boy threatened.

"I promise, I promise, I ... yes, yes. Yes! Aaaahhh!" She humped wildly
against him as she climaxed again, her ass doing its best to milk his
cock. And its best was very good indeed. Hikaru came suddenly, firing
jets of copious cream deep into her bowels.

Hikaru pulled out several seconds later. He got off the bed and pulled
on his clothes. After another half minute to recover, Akane did
likewise. Her classmate didn't bother to tell her how disheveled her
hair appeared. They left the room together.

Opening the shoji and coming out onto the engawa, Akane ran straight to
Ranma. She tugged at the knots holding her arms down, but this proved
too difficult given her weakness. When she gave up her useless struggle
with the knots, Ranma begged, "Could you get this damn ... vibrator or
whatever, outa me? Please? If I come again, I think I'm gonna g- ... go-
... ohhh ... shiiiit!" She screamed as she climaxed yet again.

Akane quickly removed the tape and tugged the vibrator out of her
fiance's pussy. At the same time, Hikaru came over and untied the ropes,
first from her ankles, then from her hands. When Ranma sat up, Hikaru
unbuckled the manacles as well, ignoring the exhausted, exasperated look
Ranma gave him. The boy carried both the manacles and the ropes inside
the house, leaving Akane and Ranma alone.

"Are you ... all right?" Akane asked.

"I've been better, but I'll do," Ranma admitted. "How about you?"

"I'm fine," she told him. "Hiroshi and Daisuke were ... what I hoped.
Not nasty, that is." She looked toward the house, and then back. "So,
um, have you, you know, done it with Hikaru yet? He's ... not nasty,
either."

Ranma scowled, but said, "No. The little runt hasn't touched me yet."

"Oh," Akane replied. "Too bad. I mean, uh, good." She hoped this would
satisfy the boy she suspected was listening in. "You want to go home
now?"

"I thought you'd never ask," Ranma said, standing up with difficulty.
Her knees had trouble supporting her.

Akane finally got a good look at Ranma's hips, and her eyes widened. "Oh
God! Are you ... are you going to be ... okay?"

Ranma turned his head to try to look where she was looking. "Oh, that,"
she remarked, then shrugged. "Hurts like a bitch, but it's just pain. I
can deal with pain. I'm more worried about you."

Akane hugged him. "I told you, I'm fine. Let's get you dressed and go
home."

The man standing at the window next door sighed regretfully as he
watched the two teenage girls disappear inside the other house. Then he
went to get a wet cloth. He had a lot of stains to clean up.

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Note from H. Saotome, 2009-07-20: This is harder than I thought. I
initially wrote the scene with Ranma at Hikaru's house in a much shorter
fashion, coming in at the tail end just before the talk with Hikaru and
summarizing what had gone before. When I realized what I had done, I had
to go back and rewrite it from the beginning. The bit with the vibrator
was also a late addition.

Just to be clear, despite Michio's threat at one point above, there will
be no yaoi in this story.

Note, 2009-12-12: Chapter posted on asstr.org.
