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. Dark. M/F, n/c, spank.

A brief note before the chapter. Despite what I said to some people, I
made a slight revision in my plans for Ukyo. I think it does a better
job of setting up for what I want from her later.

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

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Chapter 11

Akane had started out terrified that someone would catch her, even with
the door locked. The AV room off the library at school was hardly a
private location. But she needed more time to study these movies, and if
she did it over at one of the boys' houses, they'd insist on molesting
her while she watched the video. It was distracting when they did so,
making it hard to concentrate on remembering details. She'd thought
about telling her friends Yuka and Sayuri that she'd gotten her hands on
some "adult" films and suggesting they watch them at Sayuri's house.
That might have worked for "straight" porn, but Akane didn't think she'd
find it very easy to explain why she had videos showing the kind of acts
taking place in front of her eyes at that moment.

So she'd decided to chance this room in the school. With the door locked
no one should be able to just walk in and catch her. Nor would anyone
outside hear a thing, since the room was soundproof. If someone did try
to come in, she should be able to pop the tape out in a second and then
open the door, explaining that she hadn't realized the door was locked.
That was her vague plan, at least.

As time passed and she remained undisturbed, Akane was slowly able to
relax and pay more attention to the assignment Michio had given her. It
was all about a young female police officer who had tried to extort a
bribe out of a young man after pulling him over for a traffic violation.
Except it turned out his father was a local politician with a strong
sense of his family's samurai heritage, and a group of men working for
his father had abducted the policewoman. Now the young man was in the
process of, one might say, teaching her a lesson.

It looked like a very *painful* lesson, Akane thought, wincing as
another weight was attached to the clamp hanging from her nipple. Akane
ground the heel of her palm into her crotch a little harder. She was
leaning back in the chair, her bottom placed at the front edge so she
was half reclining. Her skirt was rucked up, exposing her panties. At
first Akane had refused to even consider pulling her skirt up like this,
but it had been hard to get enough pressure through the thick fabric of
her jumper. She'd finally given in, figuring that she was perfectly
safe, what with the locked door and all.

As the politician's son on the screen moved back to pick up a riding
crop, Akane stared at the policewoman's distended tits in fascination.
She wondered how it would feel, especially how much pain there would be,
to be hanging face down like that with horribly evil looking devices
clamped so tightly on one's nipples, and a couple of metal weights
attached to each for good measure. From the sounds the actress was
making, it certainly hurt a lot. And now the guy was whipping her bottom
with steady strokes from the riding crop, leaving red stripes across her
hips. Akane shuddered, almost closing her eyes as her own thigh muscles
tensed around her pressing hand, but managed to keep her eyes open lest
she miss any detail which might appear on the coming test.

Akane was about to climax when the doorknob rattled. In her current
state of mind, hovering right on the edge, she hesitated instead of
jumping straight up. Perhaps her muddled thoughts assumed that a few
extra seconds to come would make no difference in trying to explain when
she opened the door.

Except that the rattling knob was immediately followed by the sound of a
key sliding into the lock. The door opened, revealing the face of the
school's librarian.

Akane shouted, "Fujimori-sensei!" She tried to jump to her feet, both to
get her skirt back down and to slam her hand on the power button of the
VCR. Unfortunately, the back of her skirt had become wedged between the
arm of the chair and the seat. Standing up pulled the chair along,
causing it to bang into the backs of her legs, which in turn resulted in
Akane falling right back onto the seat. Tears springing into her eyes,
all of her long legs on display even though her panties were now barely
covered, Akane grabbed the fabric of the skirt and yanked it free. She
tried to jump for the VCR again, only to find the man standing between
it and her. The one saving grace, given the sounds still coming from the
television, was that he had apparently shut the door behind him, cutting
those sounds off from the rest of the library.

Akane finally managed to push her skirt down, but by now was crying
harder, wanting to sink into the ground. The librarian looked from her,
to the bound and nude woman being whipped on the television, then back
again. Finally he reached over and muted the sound, although the picture
continued to play. "Perhaps you would care to explain, Tendo-san?" he
asked coldly.

At first her mind was totally blank, petrified in her mortification, but
then an idea burst upon her, and she seized on it not caring how thin an
excuse it might sound. "A dare!" she gasped, her voice hoarse with the
tears still streaming from her eyes. "Some girls dared me to!"

Fujimori continued to look at her stonily. "You decided to risk being
expelled because of a dare?"

Expelled? Akane was definitely hyperventilating now. "Please, no!" she
begged. "It was just a stupid ... please don't expel me!"

"I didn't say I would," he replied, sounding completely unflustered. "I
said you were in danger of it. That is not my decision to make.
Nonetheless, you will need to accompany me to the office, and we will
have to contact your father."

"Please!" she begged again. "Please don't tell my father. Oh God. I
didn't even really want to."

"From what I saw when I walked in, it looked like you were enjoying it
quite well."

Akane was sure her face was absolutely scarlet. She was engaged in an
intimate study of her toes. "Please," was all she could get out.

The librarian shifted to hide the erection tenting his pants. It had
been some five years since the last time he had a female student in a
position like this. Still, he was not a stupid man. He could likely
blackmail her into a little fun, right now. Push too hard and he'd be
running the risk that she would choose to expose his attempt instead.

"I understand your reluctance to be shamed in everyone's eyes,
Tendo-san," he said to her, a touch less coldly. "Nonetheless, you
should understand my position. You must be punished."

"Couldn't you punish me somehow?" Akane asked quietly, tears slowing.
"Detention? Or something?"

Fujimori put his hand on the female student's rump and turned her toward
the television. "Look there! Look at the *filth* you were watching! I
hardly think that detention is sufficiently severe for something of this
nature. No. If you do not wish me to take you to the office, then you
will need to agree to a punishment more severe then detention."

"Like what?" Akane asked, watching the man on the screen lay the crop
aside and start fucking the policewoman vigorously. Her pussy was
starting to juice up again.

"Wouldn't you say the punishment should fit the crime?" Fujimori told
her. "Since you wish to watch a woman being whipped, it seems
appropriate to me that you should suffer the same fate. Don't you
agree?"

No, Akane didn't particularly agree. She certainly didn't want to be
whipped like the actress had been. Yet, if the only other choice was for
her father to find out what she had done ... The teenage girl nodded her
head.

The librarian reached out and grabbed the chair in which Akane had been
sitting, turning it around to the side. "Then lift your skirt and bend
over the back of this chair. Take hold of the front edge. You are to
continue holding it and not stand up until I give you permission."

She did as he commanded, recent experiences making that much easier than
it otherwise might have been. Bunching her skirt up around her waist,
the young martial artist bent over the chair and took a firm grip of the
seat. She was only too well aware of the way her panties were stretched
across her rear, like a banner presenting itself to the man. She was
wearing a plain white cotton pair today.

Looking to the side, Akane watched the man walk to an overhead
projector, bending down to lift something from the shelf of the stand
underneath it. When he stood she saw that it was a pointer. A long, thin
rod of bamboo. Akane cursed the school for not investing in laser
pointers, then grit her teeth for what she knew was coming as he
casually strolled toward her.

Except she didn't know what was coming. Akane's previous experience with
spankings by hand, belt or paddle could not possibly have prepared her
for the slice of fire which cut into her bottom. The girl jumped to her
feet, howling, grabbing at her ass.

Fujimori's voice was unwavering. "Either bend back over and take your
punishment, or we will go to the office."

Shaking, not knowing what else to do, Akane managed to find the chair
despite her tears. She bent back over again, and took a firmer grasp.
Anticipation of the next stroke filled her with terror.

There was a swish through the air and then Akane screamed, sure that her
bottom had just been carved open. She pressed her belly hard against the
chair but managed to hold on with her hands. Her ass was swinging from
left to right, trying somehow to escape the pain.

"Stick your bottom back out for the next stroke," the executioner behind
her said.

Somehow Akane managed to do so, and somehow she managed to endure while
the pointer sliced into her bottom a total of six times. By the time her
scream died from the last one she was practically catatonic, her entire
body trembling unstoppably. It was a miracle her arms and legs were
holding her up.

Fujimori unzipped his pants, providing some relief to the iron bar
inside which had been stretching them. But he needed more relief. He
looked longingly at her crotch, but a deflowered virgin just might get
up the courage to accuse him, and he was pretty certain that Akane was
still a virgin given the way she acted around her fiance. Instead he
moved around to the other end.

Taking hold of Akane's hair, the man lifted her head, looking down at
the wreck of her face. It was contorted with her bawling, tears
everywhere, nose running. But her lips were parted, which was all that
really mattered. He stepped forward, pushing his cock past those lips
until its tip was at the back of her mouth.

Fujimori didn't expect a cooperative blowjob, and he didn't get one. As
Akane continued to cry, he fucked her mouth, not brutally but firmly.
Every few strokes he pressed the head of his cock into her throat,
surprised that she didn't gag. After a couple of minutes he stiffened,
and a flood of cum poured down the girl's throat.

Not all of it though. Since she was more or less face down and still
crying rather than sucking, some of it went the other way, running over
her tongue and past her lips. Some of it dribbled along the librarian's
shaft. More of it ran in rivulets down Akane's chin, where it stretched
into long threads to break free and drip to the floor.

Zipping up his pants, Fujimori stopped the VCR and ejected the tape. He
dropped it in the seat under Akane, still bent over the chair's back,
and told her, "Clean up and get out of here, Tendo-san. And don't let me
catch you taking any more dares like this." He left the room, closing
the door behind him.

Eventually Akane stood up, still shaking. The blowjob faded to
inconsequence next to the pain from her bottom. She didn't want to
*ever* be whipped like that again. Not even by Ranma. Well ... probably
not. Although now that she thought about it, her pussy was *really*
tingling.

Akane straightened her clothes and cleaned her face as best she could
with a handkerchief. Then she knelt down and used the same handkerchief
to clean up the semen which had dripped on the floor. Stuffing the
videotape into her schoolbag beside the sanitary pads, spare panties, KY
jelly and the other two tapes, Akane finally left the room, trying to
ignore the librarian standing there behind the desk. Trying to ignore
his smirk.

And what really bothered her was that she hadn't seen what had happened
after the policewoman was whipped. Now she was going to have to go over
to Hikaru's house after all, and beg him for the use of his VCR. Which
would no doubt mean more cum in her stomach. Akane hoped it wouldn't
ruin her appetite come dinner time.

                               o - o - o

"Goddammit! Make it stoooopppp!" Ranma cried, hands digging into her
pussy.

The evil old voice chuckled. "I already showed you how. Once you master
the libido points, you can bring yourself back down to normal. In the
meantime you're putting on a wonderful show."

"But I've already come nine times!" Ranma wailed. Leaving one hand
rubbing rapidly with fingers sliding along either side of her clit, she
lifted the other hand from that spot and stuffed a couple of fingers
into her cunt, pumping furiously. "I'm gonna go insane if I keep this
up!"

"But what a way to go!" Happosai pointed out happily. Allowing a more
pedantic tone to creep into his voice, he said, "Get it right student,
and it will stop."

Ranma was barely able to think by this point. She was certainly past
reflecting on how this had begun. Happosai had already taught her a
number of things, such as shiatsu points to put a person to sleep or
numb various limbs. Then a couple of hours ago he had announced that it
was time to teach Ranma the libido points.

Ranma had required a definition of the term before she understood what
was meant. Then she had tried to say she wasn't interested in learning
any such thing. But her master was adamant. In order to ensure Ranma's
attention to the lesson, he had pressed the points on the girl, raising
her libido up to near the maximum extent. After that he'd brushed a hand
against her crotch and that had proved all that was necessary for her to
plunge her own hands into her pants and start masturbating.

After the first orgasm, Ranma had quickly discovered that she couldn't
bring herself to stop. After the second orgasm she had tried to listen
while Happosai explained the locations and how to control the points.
After the third orgasm, Ranma had tried to press the points on herself
to reset her libido to normal. And she'd been trying ever since. By now
she was completely nude, covered in sweat, and her thighs glistened from
her copious secretions.

"Oh my Goooddd, not agaaaain!" Ranma shrieked, coming hard. She
collapsed, panting. Then she hurriedly reached for the points she'd been
taught, trying to manipulate them in the way the old man said. Trying to
do it before her own touch overwhelmed her again. Her thighs were
flexing, pressing together hard, trying to control the itch between
them. Ranma groaned. It was no use. A hand slipped between her legs and
then she was off again.

After the fifteenth orgasm, Ranma finally managed to get it right. She
collapsed, utterly limp, thinking that she didn't want to move again for
days. She let her legs spread a little further, trying to ease some of
the soreness she could now feel in her pussy. Ranma hoped that she'd
recover fairly quickly.

Lying there, the teenager thought about what the last couple of days of
her life had been like. Happosai had insisted she remain a girl most of
the time, no surprise there. What *was* surprising was that the old man
had kept his word. Not only was he teaching her the techniques he had
said he would, but he had made no attempt to screw her or even coerce
her into it, despite the fact he could easily have overpowered her. He
*did* insist on blowjobs four times a day, like clockwork, after each
meal and before retiring for the night. But however disgusting that was
- and it was, very - Ranma knew that she had agreed, reluctantly, to
performing that service. And of course the old pervert groped her
constantly. But he hadn't done anything worse.

Beyond this, they'd made a quick trip into a town and Happosai had
resupplied his student. Ranma had shoes again, spare clothes, a pack
that was full but not too heavy, camping gear. The only sour point being
that all of the underclothes were lacy bras and panties. Still, it was a
huge improvement over recent conditions.

/Guess the old bastard really was serious about teaching me what he
knows before he `retires',/ Ranma thought.

Aloud, he breathlessly asked, "What ... the hell ... is the use ... of a
technique ... like this?"

Happosai cocked an eyebrow, leering. "Aside from how much fun it is?
Think about how it could be used to incapacitate or humiliate an enemy.
Particularly if you only turn his or her libido up enough to distract
them, making it pretty hard to concentrate on fighting. But I mainly use
it for fun."

Ranma growled mildly, seeing as how she had just been the subject of his
fun. As if she would ever use it like that. Unbidden, the image arose in
her mind of watching Akane writhe in excitement, her libido magnified.
Ranma licked her lips. It was a curiously interesting idea.

"What about the other half of the lesson?" Ranma asked, breathing
gradually returning to a normal rate.

"Other half?" Happosai responded. "What other half?"

"You only showed me how to raise a person's libido. And set it back. You
didn't show me how to lower it, except for setting it back to normal."

Happosai gave a choking laugh, then grinned at his student. "Now why the
hell would I have ever been interested in learning how to *lower* a
person's libido? There may be a way, but I don't know it."

Ranma sighed, thinking to herself, /Figures/.

Pulling out a beer, Happosai chugged some and announced, "I think you're
recovered enough. I'm going to tell you various levels to turn your
libido up to. You're going to do so, and prove to me you're at that
level." The old man grinned again. "After I'm convinced, you'll reset
yourself to normal and we'll do it again. I hope you're ready to have a
lot of fun."

Still lying on the ground, Ranma whimpered.

                               o - o - o

Akane was sitting in class that Monday wondering what could have
*possibly* possessed her to agree to Michio's suggestion. It had seemed
like a good idea at the time. But now ... She squirmed some more, unable
to get comfortable. The knowledge, the feel, of sitting there in her
uniform with no panties underneath, it was really getting to her.

In fear of what failure would mean, she had studied the porn videos very
hard. They'd been disgusting, of course. In her favorite ... or rather,
the one which had struck home the most and she thus remembered best, it
started with a high school student who was a good girl and refused to
even kiss on her first date. By the end of the video she was a shameless
slut who wouldn't say no to anyone and who was taking on boys three at a
time in all of her holes. In a way it pleased Akane to watch a
schoolgirl who had fallen even lower than she had herself.

Then came the test, which Akane had taken in the nude of course. In
fact, she took it sitting on Michio's lap with his cock filling her
cunt. The threat was that an article of her clothing would be withheld
for each wrong answer, even if that meant she'd walk home naked. Despite
her nervousness, she'd almost received a perfect score, even remembering
that one of the actresses had voluntarily fastened nipple clamps on
herself - the office worker, right at the end. Akane's pussy moistened a
little more, remembering that scene.

But how was she supposed to remember the number of boys who screwed the
high school girl at that party? There had been an endless stream of
them, one after another, and the actress had been covered in cum at the
end. Akane's pussy moistened some more, and a slight tremor passed over
her. She'd guessed sixteen, the number of boys in her own homeroom class
- if you counted Ranma - but the answer turned out to be twenty-one.
Which had meant that Michio was going to keep her panties. But at least
she'd been comforted to know that was the only thing she wouldn't be
wearing home.

Then Michio had offered her a deal. She could have her panties back as
well. All she had to do was agree to come to school without panties
today, and go all day without any. Remembering that the schedule called
for her to be screwed only after the last class, Akane had finally
accepted the offer. It had meant that she wouldn't lose another pair of
underpants.

Which led to her current situation. Michio had checked her compliance
when she arrived at school, taking the opportunity to finger her
thoroughly. Since then she'd been sitting here in class all morning,
without underpants, with every thought focused on her pussy. Which was
so wet she was beginning to fear she'd leave a stain on the skirt of her
uniform. Her horniness just kept increasing, making it harder and harder
to pay attention to what the teachers were saying.

By the time lunch period arrived Akane was just about out of her mind,
and knew she needed relief. She got up from her desk and turned around,
planning to go to the restroom and finger herself to an orgasm or two.
Or three. Then her eye fell on Hiroshi. She hadn't ... reconfirmed his
fantasy since Thursday. She didn't dare let it go too long, or he might
start wondering if he'd been mistaken, which could lead to questions
with disastrous answers.

Picking up her bento, Akane walked down the aisle. Hiroshi was getting
to his own feet, and she whispered "Music Room" as she walked by. With
the noise everyone was making, she was pretty sure he was the only one
who heard. She walked on without turning her head, not wanting to give
anything away by checking whether he would follow.

On reaching the empty Music Room, Akane put down her bento and one hand
slipped up under her skirt, massaging her clit. She whimpered with her
need. Her mind was made up in that instant: orgasm first, then lunch.
What the hell was taking Hiroshi so long?

The door opened, causing Akane to yank her hand out of her skirt. She
turned to see a nervous Hiroshi, looking all around the room before
stepping slowly inside. As he put his own bento down, Akane crossed
quickly to the door and locked it.

Hiroshi stammered nervously, "L-Look, Akane. I, uh, I enjoy this and
all. B-But don't y-you think, maybe, we're doing this t-too often?"

Akane sidled up closer to him. Giving him a sultry look, she asked, "Are
you telling me you don't want to?"

Hiroshi swallowed. "N-No! It's just ... Ranma's gonna c-come back
s-someday. I'm s-scared ..."

Akane took his arm and pushed his hand under her skirt. Where it
encountered her soft curls and drenched pussy, with no intervening
covering of cloth.

Hiroshi jerked as if the touch burned him. Although he kept his hand
where it was. "You ... you already took off your panties?" he asked
breathlessly. "Or ... weren't you ...?"

"I wasn't wearing any in class *all* morning," she told him hoarsely.
"You were right. Don't you see? I'm really horny. I need to be touched.
Please."

"But what if Ranma kills me?" he wailed. "I thought it'd be like, once a
week. At most! Not three times a week! People are gonna get suspicious!
Someone's gonna blab!"

"But you were right," Akane said, trying to convince him. "You went to
all that trouble, and you were right. I need to be touched. I'm willing
to let you touch me. To get me off. I'm willing to give you a handjob in
return. Don't you want that?"

Hiroshi pulled his hand free, despite Akane's attempt to hang on to it.
Luckily he was distracted enough not to notice she wasn't able to stop
him. He backed away.

"Look. It ... it's great and all. Don't think it isn't. But ... I can
jack myself off. What's it matter in the end if it's my hand or yours?
My prick was doing all the thinking for me that first time." His voice
shook. "It's too risky, and I don't wanna die!"

Akane was getting frustrated. She had to do something to convince him,
to pretend how desperate she was before he ran off. She couldn't afford
the possibility he might figure out the truth. Akane thought about how,
every time so far, he had reached under her clothes to fondle her.
Perhaps if she upped the ante?

"Would you like to see me?" she asked, licking her lips and looking at
him doe eyed.

Hiroshi stopped backing away. "Wh-What do you mean?" he asked.

In answer Akane reached down to take hold of the hem of her skirt in
front. Lifting slowly, she watched Hiroshi lick his own lips as more and
more of her thighs came into view. Then the skirt lifted higher, and
Hiroshi's eyes locked on her dark furry triangle, seeing little beads of
moisture on some of the hairs at her slit.

Akane was almost panting. Extreme situations called for extreme
measures. "Would you like to see more?" she asked softly, putting all
the desire she could into her voice.

Hiroshi gulped again, and managed to nod his head.

"And you'll help me to come?" she insisted.

Hiroshi nodded his head a second time.

Akane loosened her jumper and tugged it off over her head, standing
before him nude below the waist, except for her shoes. Then her hands
moved along the buttons of her shirt, from top to bottom, undoing each
one until it hung loose. Shrugging it off her shoulders, she tossed it
aside, now wearing only her bra. Putting a hand behind her back, Akane
freed the hooks in one move, then grabbed the bra in front, tossing it
to join the shirt.

Extending her arms down and forward toward the boy, essentially nude,
Akane licked her lips and said, "Well?"

Hiroshi moved forward as if hypnotized. He lifted Akane and sat her on a
desktop. One hand fastened on a pink tipped mound of flesh. The other
hand spread her hot thighs, the index finger proceeding to immediately
dive into the depths of her cunt. Akane moaned. Hiroshi lowered his
mouth to the other tit, sucking greedily. Akane moaned even louder,
pressing on his head with her own hands.

Hiroshi was in heaven. /Aw, what the hell!/ he thought to himself,
/Ranma can only kill me once!/ He sucked harder on one nipple and
pinched the other, bringing gasps from Akane, and he felt her grinding
her pussy against the finger inside it. /Damn, she really does need it
bad! I wonder if she'd have been willing to go farther than just
stripping?/

The more he thought about it, the more Hiroshi wondered. Akane was
really into it now, panting and moaning, fucking herself on his finger.
She'd probably come soon. But if she needed it this bad, would she be
willing to do more? What he was already doing was sufficient to
guarantee that Ranma would kill him if his friend learned the truth, and
dead was dead, so arguably he wasn't risking anything worse from Ranma.
Of course, from the sound of things, Akane might kill him if he stopped
now. But maybe if he was pathetic enough ...

Hiroshi pulled away, bringing an agonized whimper from Akane. "I'm
sorry," he whispered, "but I'm still scared. Ranma wouldn't understand
me doing this even once. If he finds out how much I've been doing this
..." He moaned, shuddering, and backed up a step.

Akane was staring, panting, hips still writhing, trying to think through
the pre-orgasmic haze filling her brain. He had to finish! He couldn't
stop now! It was vital that she make Hiroshi believe his fantasy!

"Please! Don't go!" she begged, reaching her arms out toward him.
"Please! I need it!"

"I'm sorry, Akane," Hiroshi said daringly. He backed up another step.
"But ... a handjob just isn't enough to make me risk my life."

A handjob wasn't enough? Akane whimpered again. Well, it wasn't like she
hadn't done more for the other boys, who had treated her a lot worse.
And she absolutely *couldn't* let Hiroshi leave. She *had* to make him
believe that she was desperate for an orgasm. So desperate that she'd
turn to him just because Ranma wasn't available. If stripping hadn't
convinced him, then she'd just have to go further.

Trying to make her expression look as needy as possible, Akane
whispered, "What if I gave you a blowjob?"

Hiroshi almost fell over. Despite the fact that he'd been trying to get
her to go further, he still stuck a finger in his ear and wiggled it,
unable to believe he could have heard right. He looked at her, his eyes
asking the question his lips couldn't form.

Akane pressed a finger into the wet slit between her legs, sliding it
forward and back. She cupped a breast with her other hand, index finger
flicking at the stiff nipple. "Please, Hiroshi. I need it so bad. I
can't tell you how bad I need to come. Ranma's not here. Please help me.
Please? I promise, I'll get down on my knees and take your cock in my
mouth, and I'll give you the best blowjob I can. Won't you please help
me?"

Hiroshi nodded, mesmerized, but found himself unable to move. Akane put
her own interpretation on his inaction, deciding that he was insisting
on getting the blowjob before he would make her come. She slid off the
desk and got down on her knees in front of Hiroshi, taking hold of his
cock with her hand. She gave it a lick, almost making the boy pass out,
then some inner imp made her look up at him and plead, "But please,
don't make me swallow. Okay?"

Then her mouth engulfed him. Her cheeks indented with the suction, and
her tongue massaged his cock. She slowly slid her lips up and down the
shaft.

Hiroshi groaned loudly, looking down where Akane - *Akane Tendo* - was
giving *him* a motherfucking fabulous *blowjob*. What had she said?
Something about swallowing? What was she talking about? Breathing
harder, Hiroshi realized he'd be coming soon, and that's when he figured
out what Akane meant. She didn't want to swallow his cum.

At that Hiroshi felt a sudden resentment. He was helping her out, wasn't
he? She needed him to make her come so bad, that she had stripped naked
and was kneeling in front of him sucking his cock! And now she was
trying to tell him she wouldn't swallow? To hell with that!

Hiroshi cleared his throat, then said, "Akane, when I come, you are
going to swallow every goddamned drop. Or else I'm going to walk out of
here without touching you. You got that?"

Akane couldn't believe he'd spoken so forcefully. For some reason it lit
an additional fire in her pussy. She slowly dragged her lips up his
shaft, over its head, and off his cock after a final kiss on the tip.
Looking up at him, she begged, "Please, I don't want to do that. I need
to come, but ... you wouldn't really make me promise to swallow your
semen, would you?"

Hiroshi felt a rush of power. Akane Tendo, on her knees, naked, giving
him a blowjob, and now ... practically begging him not to *make* her
swallow his cum. And the way she'd phrased it, he was sure she would
give in if he pushed. So he looked down at her, squared his shoulders,
and said, "You're not only going to promise to swallow my cum, you're
going to promise to give me a blowjob and swallow my cum every single
time we do this. Or else I'm walking out of here."

Akane let herself tremble and bit her lip. Her already wet pussy was
flooding - God, she needed to come. Very timidly she asked, "Would I
also have to promise to do it in the nude again? Every time?"

Hiroshi almost came all over her face. Her question made him think of
porn stories he'd find online. Clenching his fists to regain some
semblance of control, he hoarsely told her, "Hell yes! Don't be stupid!
And you'll promise to thank me afterward every time, and tell me how
much you liked it. And you'd better do it right now or I'm leaving."

Akane's thighs pressed tightly together. Looking down, her voice just
above a whisper, she said, "I promise that every time we meet so you can
give me an orgasm, that I'll strip completely naked and give you a
blowjob. I promise that when you come in my mouth that I'll swallow
every drop of your semen. And I promise that I'll thank you for letting
me give you a blowjob and for coming in my mouth, and I'll tell you how
much I liked it. Is ... is that good enough?"

Part of Hiroshi wanted to say, "No, I want you to spread your legs and
beg me to fuck you." But this was overruled by the much larger portion
of his brain which didn't want to die at her hands today. So instead he
said, "Y-Yeah. Could you start s-sucking again?"

Akane leaned forward and took his prick back in her mouth, employing all
of her cocksucking expertise. After a few minutes he groaned and jerked
his hips, spewing huge amounts of jism into Akane's mouth. She gulped
and swallowed, over and over, making sure to get it all down and not let
any leak out. After all, she'd promised. When she was done and had
sucked the last drops out of his deflating prick, Akane pulled her lips
off of his shaft at last and looked up from her kneeling position.
"Thank you very much for letting me suck your cock and for coming in my
mouth. I really, really enjoyed doing that."

Hiroshi managed a nervous, "Y-You're welcome." He looked down at Akane,
who continued to kneel there, looking up at him. The boy wondered what
she'd do if he tried to leave right now. Rip his balls off, probably.

So instead he took her hand and lifted her to her feet. Then he picked
her up and sat her on the desk where he'd had her before. His mouth and
hand returned to her breasts, and he slid not one, but two fingers into
Akane's pussy. Drops of moisture flew through the air as Hiroshi pumped
his fingers in and out of her. Akane moaned happily.

In even less time than it had take her classmate, Akane wrapped her arms
around Hiroshi's back, trying to squeeze him tighter. She humped her
hips toward him, crying, "Oh God! Yes!" She spasmed uncontrollably as
the climax swept over her, and Hiroshi's hand would have been thoroughly
soaked had it not been already. Finally Akane went limp, leaning forward
over the boy's shoulder.

"Thank you," she said dreamily, as he slowly withdrew his fingers from
her core, wondering where to wipe them dry.

He stepped back, looking around. Finally pulling up a pants leg and
wiping his fingers on a sock, Hiroshi asked, "So, um, are you, uh,
really gonna keep those promises?"

After he stepped away, Akane had been unable to sit perfectly upright,
her upper body weaving slightly in post-orgasmic bliss. On hearing his
question, she took a deep breath, got unsteadily to her feet and crossed
over to her clothes. As she picked up her bra, Akane answered, "Of
course. I promised, didn't I?" Since her back was to him, she didn't see
how hard Hiroshi swallowed at this simple confirmation.

As soon as she was dressed Akane looked at the clock on the wall and
said, "Shit!" She tore open her bento and started wolfing down the
contents, barely paying attention to the mixture of tastes of the food
she was eating with the semen she had swallowed minutes before. In no
time at all she was done, took one last look around, and left the room.

Hiroshi had been watching her in a daze, befuddled by her calm poise.
He'd forgotten to open his own bento and eat. Looking at the clock he
muttered a curse of his own, realizing it was now too late. The boy took
off at a run, barely making it back to the classroom before the bell.

                               o - o - o

"There's someone nearby," Ranma said, cocking an ear to catch the slight
scuffling sound of foot on rock in the distance.

For once he was a guy, since the pair of them were hiking along and they
could move faster with Ranma in his male form. Happosai didn't even
bother to turn around at the statement.

"I'm well aware of it," the ancient martial artist said. "But it sounds
like he's just passing by, not heading our way. So why are you
mentioning it?"

Ranma shrugged, having no good answer. Finally he said, "I haven't cared
too much for any of my recent `accidental encounters' with people. I
guess my subconscious is worried it might be more of the same."

Happosai said nothing, but understood the sentiment. He'd guessed some
of what the boy had gone through before the incident with Ryoga. It
didn't trouble the old pervert overmuch, but he did understand. "If
it'll make you feel better, we can slip up on our visitor and see who it
is."

Ranma thought about it. It was silly, of course. It was probably just
some random hiker out in the mountains. But his heart was still uneasy.
In the end he gave a quick jerk of his head down and up, indicating that
he did want to do this. Happosai held an arm out to the side, suggesting
that his student should lead the way.

The two of them crept through the rocks in absolute silence. Peering
over the top of a final boulder, they saw someone sitting on a rock a
short distance away, facing away from them. Ranma barely managed to keep
his hiss to an inaudible level. He didn't even require the giant battle
spatula on her back to identify Ukyo Kuonji.

Happosai looked from the girl sitting there unaware to his pupil beside
him. He raised an eyebrow.

Ranma turned his back, sitting against the boulder, clenching his fists
as he fought his emotions under control. "She ... did something to me,
bad enough I promised revenge. I dunno. Maybe I was more furious then,
or something, but ... mostly I just don't ever wanna see her again.
Anyway, no use in talking about revenge when you ain't given me my
strength back. Let's get out of here. I sure as hell don't wanna stick
around and have a chat."

Happosai eyed the girl again speculatively. Not dressed very femininely,
but she obviously had curves in all the right places. He smiled. "Time
for another lesson, boy."

Ranma said, "Let's go then. Can't teach me something with her around."

Before he could get up, Happosai turned to him and touched the "pervert"
shiatsu spots the old man had used on Ryoga that day. Ranma spun and
hissed, "What did you do?"

"Later," Happosai replied. "For now, I'd just like to point out that you
don't need strength for a little payback. Not with everything I've
taught you."

Ranma thought about it. The perverted master was right. There *were*
things he could do to pay Ukyo back, even when he was so weak. The more
he thought about it, the better it sounded. He felt his cock stiffen,
and licked his lips.

Without saying anything he crept out from behind the rocks. Before Ukyo
was even aware of his presence, he touched her sleep shiatsu points. The
teenage chef crumpled instantly.

When Ukyo woke up, the first thing she realized was that she was on her
back, looking up at some fleecy clouds drifting across the sky. The
second thing she noticed was the touch of the breeze on her bare skin,
suggesting that she was undressed. Lifting her head, she immediately
confirmed this fact, as well as spotting her fiance crouched at her
side.

"Ranchan!" she exclaimed. "What the hell's going on? Why did you run off
like that? What are you doing?" A pause, then, "Why the *fuck* can't I
move my arms and legs?"

Ranma answered the last question. "I used some pressure points to numb
your arms and legs. That's why you can't move them. Did some other
things too. You'll probably figure out what in a bit."

"What are you ... aaahhhhhh!!" As she was asking her question Ranma had
reached down and stroked a finger along Ukyo's slit. It was like static
shocks of electricity had shot straight from where his finger touched
into her brain. Her pussy immediately started flowing with her fluids.

"You ... you don't have to have me helpless to do that, Ranchan. Let me
up and we can do lots of fun stuff together. C'mon."

Ranma snorted. He idly pinched her nipples, but her only reaction was to
arch her back in pleasure at the touch. He frowned at the reminder that
he was unable to cause pain, then shrugged philosophically. Using only
his finger, Ranma spent the next quarter hour bringing the helpless girl
to five screaming orgasms, one after another.

Ukyo looked up at her fiance, panting. "C'mon, Ranchan ... please ...
fuck me already."

Instead, without speaking, Ranma held up the dildo he'd found in her
pack. Ukyo felt an intensely funny feeling in her stomach seeing Ranma
hold the toy which had brought her so many nights of pleasure. Then he
slid it into her cunt, bringing her to another shattering climax
instantly.

/What the hell is wrong with me?/ Ukyo wondered. /Why the hell am I so
horneeeee!/ Ranma had started fucking the dildo in and out of her cunt.
He kept it up, eventually bringing her to another four powerful
climaxes.

The exhausted girl begged, "Gods, I can't take any more. Please stop.
Fuck me if you're going to, but stop playing."

Ranma did reply to that. "Seems to me you didn't stop when I asked you
to."

Ukyo tried to blink away the sweat in her eyes to look up at him.
"You're not still mad about that, are you? Come on, lover, it was
great!"

In answer Ranma pulled the dildo out of her and examined the thick
coating of her juices on it. Then he put it back between the girl's
legs. Except from Ukyo's point of view his aim was off, being a bit too
low.

"Hey, wait a sec, Ranchan, you're ... no, stop ... dammit, that's the
wrong ... aaaiiiigghhh!"

Ranma smirked as the dildo slid easily up into her ass. She writhed her
trunk around, her limbs still immobile, and accomplished nothing except
to stimulate herself even more. Of course, if she had clenched her
sphincter she probably could have easily prevented the weakened Ranma
from inserting the device. However, her body's reaction to stimulation
prevented her from exercising that degree of control.

As "Little Ranma" pumped in and out of her ass, a place she'd *never*
thought to put it before, Ukyo found herself again climbing the slope
toward the peak of an orgasm. Her backside, unused to such stretching,
was in pain, but at the same time the pleasure running along her nerves
like fire was overwhelming. She started humping against the anal
intruder.

The orgasm finally crashed over her, leaving Ukyo limp, sweating, and
humiliated. She'd never imagined coming from having an item stuck in
*that* hole, and didn't really want to contemplate it now. Except that
Ranma was still pushing the damn thing in and out, and she was getting
aroused again ...

Ranma brought her to another couple of orgasms with the anal
stimulation, and kept it up until she was well on her way to yet
another. Then he paused. He surveyed his former friend lying their, eyes
glazed, skin covered in a sheen of sweat. Her nipples were pointing up
at the sky, perspiration and her own fluids matted down her pubic hair.
She looked well and truly fucked, even though the only thing which had
fucked her so far was a piece of plastic.

Ranma considered inviting the master over and offering Ukyo to him to
fuck. But that was going too far even for his current state of mind. He
pushed the dildo all the way into her ass, then looked around. Spotting
her battle spatula he picked it up with difficulty - it was a bit heavy
in his weakened condition - then placed it between her legs. He slowly
worked the thick handle into her cunt as far as it would go, while Ukyo
grunted, humping back against the effort.

After that he moved up to her head, looking down at the girl trying to
focus on him while she squirmed her hips to stimulate herself on the
items plugging her holes. He started stroking his cock with his hand and
called her name lightly. "Ukyo?"

She tried to focus a little harder. "Mmm, Ranchan?"

Ranma sped up his strokes. "Take a good look at my cock Ukyo. 'Cause
you're never gonna get it inside of you again. The only girl I want to
screw with this cock is Akane."

*That* got a bit more of her attention. "Ranmaaa. Y-You ... you
b-bastard."

The young man reached down with his free hand to play with her clit,
making her bite her lip and moan. He jacked his pricked harder. "That's
right, Ukyo. This cock is only for Akane. But I don't mind leaving you
with one final reminder."

With that Ranma grunted, jerking on his cock even harder as he came. All
the cum he'd been saving up while Ukyo had orgasm after orgasm now shot
out, blasting Ukyo's face with rope after rope of thick white jism. For
an instant she looked up at him in shock, then had to close her eyes
against the onslaught. Two seconds later she screamed, bucking her hips
up and down as his finger expertly forced her to have yet *another*
orgasm. Ukyo almost, but not quite, passed out.

Ranma left her like that, nude, dildo and spatula buried in her ass and
cunt, semen painted all over her face. He touched pressure points at her
shoulders and hips, and restored her libido level back to normal as
well. He didn't even bother to tell her that she'd recover the use of
her limbs in about fifteen minutes. He just walked away, letting her
think, once she was able to think, that he was leaving her there
paralyzed.

When he was a little distance away, he called, "Come on old man. We need
to put some distance between us and here."

"Certainly, my boy, certainly." Happosai chuckled. "And may I
congratulate you on the wonderful show you put on."

"It was my pleasure," Ranma told him.

Happosai chuckled again, then sighed. "Of course, all good things must
come to an end. Allow me to teach you the nature of the `pervert'
shiatsu points. The locations are ..."

Happosai continued speaking and indicating locations on the body for the
next half hour, although he never once mentioned Ryoga, and Ranma
apparently never put two and two together. When the lecture was
completed and Happosai finally undid the pressure points, Ranma's shout
was heard through the mountains. "No! Goddamn you! Why'd you make me do
that? I'm gonna kill you, you fucking pervert!"

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Note from H. Saotome, 2009-07-04: At the current moment I'm reckoning
one more chapter before it's time for Ranma to return to Nerima.
Besides, we're well into December, and I want him home before Christmas
(in fact, a little before the end of the school term).

I've tried to paint Happosai above as still being quite perverted, but
also serious about teaching Ranma what he said he would. If he were to
abuse Ranma too much, it might interfere with Ranma's learning those
things, or damage the boy's ability to properly fulfill his role later
as heir to the school.

Just to re-emphasize the point I made in the final paragraph, Ranma does
not realize that Happosai used the pervert shiatsu points on Ryoga
before Ryoga raped her. As far as Ranma knows, Happosai showed up
towards the end of that event.

Note, 2009-10-31: Chapter posted on asstr.org.

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