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.

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

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Chapter 21

Ryoga grunted grumpily as the blankets stirred beneath him. He lifted
his head wearily, recognizing immediately by the size of the room around
him that he was in his cursed form. He struggled to recall the present
details to his sleep-fogged brain. It was only when the girl underneath
him pulled herself out of the bed and stood up that Ryoga remembered
that he was in Akane's bedroom. Along with that knowledge came the
memory of everything Akane told him yesterday, and he felt sick,
recalling that she had chosen that bastard Ranma and how she had gotten
off on thinking about all of those boys having sex with her.

Before Ryoga realized what was happening, Akane had pulled her pajama
top off over her head. Her bare breasts jiggled with the motion, right
in front of his face. The pig's eyes widened as they took in the writing
which covered her body. Most prominent among what he could see was a
price list for the performance of various sexual acts. After pulling off
her bottoms, the young woman turned around, and Ryoga had trouble
breathing on seeing the words which proclaimed the girl he had once
loved to be the property of the boys of Furinkan High School.

Akane slipped her panties down her legs, bending over to pull them off
her feet, and providing her pet with an unobstructed view of her moist
slit. Ryoga remembered his anger from yesterday, how this girl planned
to act nice to him only until she got what she wanted and then would
betray him. He read the words printed across her ass, requesting him to
fuck her butt. With a groan he felt Haido seizing control again.

With malice aforethought, the little black pig trotted over and
entangled itself between Akane's feet. Giving a yelp of dismay the girl
fell backwards, landing on her rump, legs splayed. Ryoga sat there
innocently, staring at the pussy she was displaying to him so openly.

"Bad P-chan!" Akane scolded, but there was a laugh in her voice. She
climbed back to her feet and went to her dresser, extracting a fresh
pair of underpants. "If you can't stay out from underfoot, I'll have to
put you outside while I get dressed."

Ryoga watched with interest as she pulled on the panties, and then a
bra. His interest waned as she covered herself further with socks,
jeans, and a sweatshirt. When Akane opened the bedroom door to head down
to breakfast, he darted out and scampered away, wanting to get out of
sight before Ranma might catch a glimpse of him. Besides, he wanted to
change back and review his plans before putting them into motion. He
only hoped that the others would clear out of the house, and grant him
some time alone with his two targets.

With a modicum of difficulty the pig got the hot water turned on to fill
the furo and was soon human again. He then collected his pack from where
he had left it, and leisurely dressed. After that there was nothing to
do but sit back and wait to see what sort of opportunity would present
itself. He could afford to be patient. The young man idly stroked
himself, maintaining his erection, a smile on his face as he imagined
what was to come.

                               o - o - o

Michio Yuzuki walked across town, whistling and feeling cheerful. He was
on his way to pay a visit to Hiroshi Saito, to explain how their little
deal with Akane and Ranma worked. He had every confidence that the other
boy would join in enthusiastically, and had hopes that his inclusion
would provide them with a third house in which to regularly play their
games. And since Daisuke Matsuda was a friend of Hiroshi's, there should
be no problem having Hiroshi invite the other guy over so that Michio
could give his explanation to both of them together.

As he walked, Michio considered whether to include even more boys into
the deal. Of course, the more people who were included the greater the
risk, which argued against pushing things too far. Not to mention
cutting in to the time each of them could spend with the two bitches.
But contrarily, the more guys who were involved, the harder it would be
on Akane and Ranma, which was all to the good. It was a delicate
balancing act, and he was the one responsible for making the final
decisions about such things.

The best thing of all from Michio's point of view was the heady sense of
power he held in his hands. Those bitches Akane and Ranma were
completely under his control and they knew it, forced to obey any
command he gave them. The other guys all followed his lead. He was the
one in charge and it made him feel on top of the world. With a little
careful management he could keep this up for a long time to come, maybe
even long after they were all finished with school! Yes, life was damned
good right now.

Michio stopped before a house and checked the address. Yes, this was the
place. A little on the small side, but no matter. He walked up to the
door and rang the bell. A minute later it was opened by a plump woman of
about forty.

"Good morning, young man. May I help you?"

Michio bowed. "Good morning. Mrs. Saito, I presume? I'm a classmate of
Hiroshi's. I wonder if I might speak with him?"

She smiled. "Oh, of course. He's in his room with Daisuke. You know
Daisuke, right? Matsuda-kun?" The woman stepped back to let the visitor
enter the genkan and remove his shoes. She called back. "Hiroshi! You
have a visitor."

Several seconds later feet padded down the hall before stopping in
surprise. Hiroshi's face shifted from a smile to a frown. "Michio?" It
was obvious he could think of no reason for the other boy's presence.

"There's something I need to discuss with you," Michio explained
obliquely. "About some people we both know. Some stuff you ought to
know, about some things that're going on."

Hiroshi's mother wasn't really paying attention. "Why don't you boys go
back to your room? Oh, and remember, I'll be leaving shortly to do the
shopping. I expect you to stay out of trouble while I'm gone." The
cheerful smile she gave at the end indicated that she expected there to
be no chance of any trouble happening.

Back in the bedroom Michio made sure that the door was closed, and sat
on the edge of the desk. Pasting a lascivious grin on his face, he
bluntly asked, "So did you two enjoy screwing Akane?"

The faces of the other two were wildly revealing, although Hiroshi
managed to splutter, "I don't know what the hell you're talking about."

Michio's grin widened. "Don't worry, she told us all about it."

"She *told* you?" Daisuke gulped out, eyes wide. Beside him, Hiroshi
groaned.

"Look, I don't know what your game is," Hiroshi said sternly, trying to
sound brave. "But don't go thinking you can blackmail us, or Akane.
She'd break every bone in your body if you let one peep of this get
out."

Michio leaned back and laughed. "Don't think so," he finally chortled as
he got his voice under control. "For your information, you ain't the
only two who've screwed that cunt. So've I. So've several other guys.
And the only reason she let you fuck her is 'cause I told her to. And if
you want to keep fucking her, you're gonna do as I say. Got it?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Hiroshi demanded, face dark,
openly showing his anger without thinking how stupid that might be.
Daisuke was looking back and forth between the other two boys, worried.

"First, let me clue you two clowns in on a few facts you don't know.
Number one is that Ranma is back in town, but he, or she, is still as
weak as ever. So our ol' pal Ranma ain't gonna be doing anything about
this. As a matter of fact, we been fucking her too."

"You've screwed *Ranma*!" Daisuke exclaimed breathlessly, awed beyond
belief. Hiroshi also looked shell shocked.

"Yep," Michio confirmed. "Second, our little girl Akane also got that
weakness moxibustion thing. She's just as weak as Ranma is, so no one's
got nothing to fear about her going around breaking anybody's bones. Her
biggest concern is to keep anyone *else* from finding out, 'cause the
little slut has a pretty good idea what'll happen to her if they do."

Hiroshi managed to push aside his shock at hearing about Ranma. Voice
grating, and very low, he asked, "What did you do to her? To them?"

The larger boy looked annoyed. "Don't go taking that tone with *me*,
Saito-kun. The little bitch got what she deserved. And she's learned to
like it. We're all enjoying ourselves, and I'm giving you a chance to
get in on the action. You just gotta learn the rules."

Hiroshi hissed in a voice that froze Daisuke's blood. "What you're
saying, you slimy son of a bitch, is that you *raped* her. *And* Ranma.
And you're *still* raping them!"

"So what if we are?" Michio shrugged with a sneer. "Don't tell me ..."

He got no further. Without warning, Hiroshi rushed the other boy, and
slammed a fist into his stomach. Black belt that he was, Michio was able
to ride the blow, but learned as Akane had that Hiroshi was stronger
than he looked. Michio gasped, sucking in air.

Hiroshi's advantage was short lived, however, as he found himself flying
through the air to crash into a wall. Bouncing off, a blow struck across
his face, sending him smashing back into the wall once more. Blinded and
seeing stars, arms wrapped around him and Daisuke's urgent voice in his
ear was saying, "Are you nuts, man? He'll kill you! Stay down!"

"Listen to your friend, asshole!" Michio confirmed. "And then you better
wise up! There ain't anything you can do to stop this. Ask Akane if you
don't believe me. She'll tell you - anything you try to do will just
make things worse for her. She or anybody does anything stupid and
photos of her will go up all over the internet. Now - you can still join
up if you want and share our toys. We got a schedule for using 'em, and
we'll work you into it. If not, you better keep your mouths shut. Not
unless you want us to completely destroy little Akane-chan."

"Go to ..." Daisuke clapped his hand across Hiroshi's mouth, cutting off
the shout.

Michio was shaking his head. "Never figured you to be so stupid. That's
a couple of *fine* pussies you'd be passing up. Obedient too." He smiled
at some memory. "I suggest you think it over. If you decide you want to
join up, then give me a call. If not, you keep your hands off our cunts
from now on and keep your mouths shut too." He straightened up. "I'll
just see myself out."

With that, the boy turned and left the room. There was no sign of
Hiroshi's mother, and Michio figured she must have already left. He let
himself out, hoping the two idiots back there would come to their
senses. After all, he still relished the irony of Ranma getting screwed
regularly by his two best friends, and hoped it would come to pass.

Meanwhile, Daisuke was helping his groaning friend to lie down on the
bed. "That has to be the stupidest thing you've *ever* done!"

Hiroshi made no attempt to open his eyes. Wearily he pointed out, "You
heard what he said! That bastard *raped* them! Him and some other
bastards just like him! That's not what we did. Akane wanted it. Or ...
she said she did."

"Yeah. Okay. They're assholes. There, you happy?" Daisuke assured his
friend. "But what the hell do you think *we* can do about it?"

"Beat the crap out of them?" Hiroshi suggested.

His friend shook his head scornfully. "You mean like you just did? The
two of us against who knows how many of them? They'd kill us. And it
wouldn't do any good. Even if we could hurt them by some miracle, you
heard what he said. They got photos they'll put on the internet. And I
can guess what sort of things are in those photos. You can too, I bet."

When he responded, Hiroshi's voice was rawly angry. "So what d'you
suggest? We just do nothing? Just stand by and let them keep raping both
Akane and Ranma?"

"Well I sure as hell don't intend to charge in and get my ass kicked for
no reason," Daisuke protested. He had nothing to add after this, though.

Silence reigned for a time, broken by occasional groans from Hiroshi.
Both boys thought, neither immediately coming up with any plan which had
any real hope of helping their friends.

Finally, after several tense minutes had passed, Hiroshi insisted,
"First thing we do is talk to Akane. And Ranma. See what they have to
say. If they don't want us to try to help, if they just want us to stay
away, then we do."

"Yeah, I suppose," Daisuke agreed uncomfortably. "Assuming they're able
to think straight with what's going on. Do they know what's best for
'em? We really ought to try to help." He paused for a minute, then went
on. "It sounds like the real problem is these photos Michio mentioned.
But I ain't even too sure of that. And, you know, there's only one way I
can think of to find out for sure."

The boy lying on the bed opened one swelling eye to regard his friend
critically. "Sounds to me like you're just looking for an excuse. Join
up so you can be a double agent and figure out how to fix things. And in
the meantime you get to screw Akane and Ranma all you want."

"Hey, I'm just thinking of them!" Under the other boy's piercing regard,
Daisuke emphasized, "I am! And I'll talk to Ranma, and Akane, about it
first. Try to make them see it's the best chance they got." Another
pause and he added, "Honest!"

Hiroshi closed his eye. "Just make sure I'm there too when you talk to
them, asshole. Now how about you go and get some ice for my eye while I
can still see out of it?"

                               o - o - o

It wasn't long before Soun and Genma were leaving the house arm in arm,
babbling something about Christmas cheer and informing Kasumi that
they'd have lunch somewhere along the way. Ryoga, hearing them from
outside and like the other members of the house, assumed they were
planning to head out and do some drinking despite the early hour. Not
long after, listening below a window, Ryoga heard Kasumi tell the other
two that she was going out to do the shopping for the Christmas dinner,
and expected to be back in a couple of hours. The gate soon closed
behind her purposeful footsteps.

Ryoga waited for a time to make sure that no one had forgotten anything
and would reappear inopportunely. After a quarter hour he took up his
pack and slipped back out over the wall behind the dojo. Then he walked
around to the front and came through the gate openly, making sure to
ring the bell. Loudly he proclaimed, "Where the hell am I now?"

It was almost comical how quickly Ranma appeared at the door, with a
breathless Akane running into him from behind. Ryoga put on his best
confused expression and said, "Ranma? Akane? What are you two doing in
Osaka?"

"You idiot!" exclaimed Ranma, trying to keep his expression light,
pushing aside the memories of the last time he'd seen the other boy.
"You're in Nerima. This is the Tendo house."

Akane was studying the boy in front of her, whom she had once considered
a friend, trying to remember everything Ranma had told her about what
happened. Ryoga Hibiki had turned out to be a rapist, hard though that
was for her to conceive. But it was necessary to act friendly until they
could get their hands on the cure they so desperately needed.

"Hello Ryoga-kun," she said sweetly. "Won't you please come in? It seems
like a long time since I've seen you."

"Are you sure it won't be any trouble?" Ryoga asked. "After all, I
wouldn't want to be a bother."

"It's no trouble at all," Akane said, smiling. "Please. I want to hear
all about your latest adventures."

"Yeah, come on pig-boy," Ranma agreed, his voice mildly strained. "It's
not like you ever worried about sticking your nose in where it wasn't
wanted before." He closed his mouth on any further words at a quelling
glance from Akane.

Ryoga shot Ranma a distasteful grimace but followed the pair inside.
Once inside the family room he shrugged off the heavy pack and looked
around. "The place looks the same as ever," he remarked just to fill the
silence which had fallen.

Ranma, standing behind Ryoga, looked at the pack resting on the floor
and licked his lips. He was breathing hard. Putting his mouth up against
Akane's ear he whispered, "Get Ryoga out of the room and keep him out. I
don't care how. I'll get that paper out of his pack while you're gone,
and I'll come kick the bastard out as soon as I find it."

Akane nodded, thinking desperately. What kind of excuse could she use?
"So, Ryoga, it must be awfully hard, traveling about in the wild all by
yourself like that. I hope you haven't had any injuries lately."

Ryoga turned to the couple behind him and laughed this off. "Nothing
that matters. I think I got some scratches on my back. Someone with long
... I mean, something with long claws got me."

"Oh my!" Akane feigned concern. "You'd better let me have a look. They
might get infected. Why don't you come back to the furoba with me, and
I'll get out the first aid kit?"

Ryoga gave her a piercing look, realizing that she was trying to
separate him from his pack. But then, that's what he had expected. It
was the reason he'd been so quick to remove it in the first place.
Shrugging, he said, "Okay," and followed Akane down the hall. He
carefully prepared to ignore any sounds from the room behind him, except
he was forced to admit that Ranma was apparently patient enough to wait
until he was out of hearing before beginning his search.

In the changing room of the furoba, Akane pulled out the first aid kit,
then turned to the boy who had followed her. In order to keep up the
pretense, she told him, "You'll have to take off your shirt, Ryoga-kun."

Ryoga gave her a smile and quickly undid his shirt, pulling it off. The
T-shirt underneath was practically painted to his muscles. Gripping this
at the bottom, he pulled it off over his head, revealing his bare chest
and muscular abs. Dropping the discarded clothes, he turned around,
giving Akane a view of the solid wall of his back.

Akane found herself unaccountably breathing a little harder, and
reminded herself that this was only Ryoga, and also what he had done.
The marks on his back were faded and almost healed, not really needing
any treatment. Funny, she'd almost have said they were made by someone's
fingernails rather than an animal's claws. Well, whatever. She had to
delay Ryoga, so she'd better get out the ointment and start spreading it
on the so-called wounds.

Ryoga sighed contentedly as the girl's fingers lightly traced across the
muscles of his back. It sent tingles right down to his prick, and he
knew she had no idea of what he had in mind. That was quite obvious, or
she'd be running from the room screaming. As her fingers finished moving
across his back, he said, "You know, I think I have a few scratches on
my chest as well."

With that he turned suddenly, taking hold of Akane by the shoulders.
Ryoga sat down on the bench behind him, pulling Akane down to sit on his
lap. She squeaked in surprise, exclaiming, "What ...?"

Ryoga cut in with, "I thought this would make it easier for you to put
some of that ointment on my chest. Please?"

Akane swallowed hard, but at least it would buy more time. Although
there were no scratches visible to her, she did begin slowly spreading
ointment across his hard chest, trying to draw it out as long as
possible.

Back in the family room, Ranma was becoming increasingly agitated. And
simultaneously careless, as he flung things around.

Akane squeaked again as she felt Ryoga's hand run along the upper
surface of her thigh. She would have jumped, except his other hand was
on her shoulder and easily prevented the motion. Looking up, wide-eyed,
she demanded, "Ryoga-kun! Wh-what do you think you're doing?"

The boy rubbed her thigh more firmly. Akane grabbed at his arm, which
did absolutely nothing to stop him. "Let's not kid ourselves," Ryoga
told her quietly. "We both know I don't have any scratches on my chest,
or even any on my back to speak of. It was just an excuse to get your
hands on me. Well, I feel the same way about you, Akane. I have for a
long time. So why don't we just enjoy the moment?" With that his hand
slipped down from her shoulder and squeezed gently on her breast.

Akane's mind was in turmoil. On the one hand, she had been trained to
react to such stimuli, and she could already feel herself growing moist.
On the other hand, this was not something to which she wished to give
in. On the third hand, Ranma apparently hadn't found the paper yet, and
if she just pushed Ryoga away - not that she was strong enough to do so
- he might go back out there and catch Ranma digging through his pack.
So she tried reason, while pushing futilely at the immovable hands.

"Ryoga, please, you're just a friend. Don't do this. I don't want this."

He put his mouth close to her ear. "Tell the truth, Akane. You know you
want this. Hell, you're the one who started it. And you're sure not
putting up any kind of real fight." He tugged the hem of her shirt out
of the waistband of her pants, then slid his arm underneath, firmly
grasping the cup of her bra and applying pressure.

Akane felt a sudden sense of deja vu, remembering a similar situation
with Hiroshi. On that occasion she had given in, although she had later
come to believe that she ought to have told him the truth. Perhaps a
partial truth would do here?

"No! Stop it!" she said harshly. "If I'm not putting up a fight, it's
because you're too strong for me. Please don't do this to me. You're not
really that sort of guy, are you?"

Ryoga snorted, knowing very well she believed he was exactly that kind
of guy. Taking his hand from her leg, he unzipped her pants and pushed
his hand inside, past the waistband of her panties. His fingers slid
through her soft curls and found her cleft.

"If that's true, Akane, then why are you so wet? That tells me how much
you want me." The hand inside of her shirt reversed, taking hold of the
cloth and pulling the shirt unstoppably over her head.

The teenage boy widened his eyes in mock surprise, reading the words
inscribed on her belly. While pushing his finger further into the slit
between her legs, he asked curiously, "Will you really give me a blowjob
for two thousand yen?"

Akane was in a desperate situation and knew it. As yet there was no sign
of Ranma, and God knew what Ryoga would do if he went back and found his
pack being searched before they had the cure safely in hand. And the way
things were going, it was hard to say how far Ryoga would go before he
stopped. Or whether he would be willing to stop at anything. "Is-Isn't
making out like this enough?" she asked, almost hopelessly.

"This is nice, but I think we both want more," Ryoga replied cheerfully,
as his hand snaked behind her back and deftly unhooked her bra. The
middle finger of his other hand was sliding continuously from the
entrance to her cunt, up and around her clit, and back again. Akane was
squirming madly, pushing at him uselessly, unable to do anything.

As the bra slid down her arms, Ryoga remarked, "I never would have
guessed you were so kinky, Akane-san. I mean, all this stuff you've
written on yourself. I can afford the two thousand yen, by the way."

Akane was growing scared about where this was going. Ryoga's finger on
her pussy was driving her crazy, and now he had his other hand clamped
to her bare breast, her hard nipple rubbing against his palm. If she
called for Ranma, they'd be taking an awful risk on whether he could
defeat Ryoga with a pressure point. If she tried telling Ryoga the truth
now, he might think she'd only been trying to trick him - which to a
degree was true - and there was no telling how he might react to that.
But if she didn't do something soon, he was going to have her completely
undressed, and she was afraid to find out where that might lead.

On the other hand, he'd mentioned a blowjob twice already, and, well, at
least that wasn't as bad as what might happen otherwise. And it might
give her a chance to keep her pants on, maybe. And, really, she was too
panicked to come up with any other solution on the spot just now.

"If ... If that's what you really want, Ryoga, then ... all right, I'll
... I'll give you a blowjob." She couldn't keep her voice from shaking,
as somewhere in the back of her mind was still the image of Ryoga as the
friend she had thought she had known. "But that's all, okay? Just a
blowjob?"

Ryoga grinned widely. He'd been right. She really had turned into a
horny little thing. "Sure, Akane," he agreed. "A blowjob sounds great."
He released his grip, but held himself ready in case she bolted.

Martial artist that she was, Akane could tell that he was ready to grab
her again in an instant if need be. Despairingly, she slid off of his
lap and down onto her knees in front of him. /Ranma, please, please
hurry,/ she thought to herself. Then her fumbling fingers began undoing
the boy's pants.

When she tugged his pants down, Akane's eyes took in a sight not
dissimilar from one she had seen too many times by now. His cock was
standing up from his lap, proudly erect, a drop of precum already
smearing its surface. His wasn't the largest she had seen - that would
be Hikaru - but she thought it wasn't much smaller than Ranma's.

And none of this was getting the job done. Reluctantly Akane leaned
forward, and allowed her mouth to engulf the large prick. Ryoga groaned
above her as she sucked it into her mouth. Since it was now obvious
Ranma would be too late to prevent this act, Akane concentrated on
dealing with the necessity and getting it over with. Her head bobbed up
and down as she focused on working Ryoga up to the point of shooting his
load.

Ryoga leaned his head back against the wall. Akane Tendo was giving him
a blowjob, and a pretty damned good blowjob at that! But beyond this lay
the thought that the bitch was willing to go this far, and then just
turn around and kick him out as soon as she had what she wanted. As far
as Ryoga was concerned, there was no question - she and Ranma deserved
everything he planned to do to them. But for now ... he felt the cum
rising from his balls.

Akane sensed the two hands placed on the back of her head, and gave in
to the realization that there would be no opportunity to pull off before
he came. Seconds later the boy was firing jet after jet of hot jism,
completely filling the back of her mouth and her throat. Akane swallowed
hurriedly, sucking all of the thick, viscous fluid down into her stomach
before she could choke. When he finally finished coming and she'd sucked
him dry, the hands released her and Akane pulled her mouth off at last.
A few remaining globs of semen ran over her lips and down her chin.

Akane suddenly found herself lifted to her feet. A hand grabbed the
waistband of both her pants and panties, yanking them halfway down her
legs. "Wait! No!" she yelped.

"The blowjob was a nice warmup," Ryoga said happily, his cock still
standing out stiff and hard. "But now it's time for the main event."

"But you said ... just a blowjob," Akane protested, half wailing, while
trying in vain to pull out of his grip.

"No," Ryoga denied this. "*You* said just a blowjob. But you're
obviously a lot hotter than I ever guessed, and I can tell you're ready
for more. And believe me, I'm ready to give it to you."

/Oh God! I'm not about to be raped again?! Not by Ryoga!/ Desperately,
she decided to reveal the truth.

"Please, Ryoga, you don't understand! It's the weakness moxibustion!
Ranma wasn't the only one it was used on! It was ... it was used on me
too!"

Ryoga paused to stare at her, feigning shock. "You?" Then he shook his
head. "Gods, I'm sorry. But ... what does that have to do with ...
this?"

Akane prayed he wouldn't be too angry. "There's a chance at a cure.
Happosai hid it in your pack. Ranma's looking for it now. Please ..."
she begged.

"So ..." Ryoga said slowly. "The whole reason you asked me back here
wasn't because you wanted to be alone with me. It was just to give Ranma
time to go through my things. Is that what you're saying? What ... you
couldn't even *ask* me?"

"Please don't be mad," she pled, still trying to break free.

Ryoga's face was darkening, as he allowed the anger he'd already been
feeling to surface. "And just to be clear. It turns out you're so much
of a whore, you were willing to give me a blowjob just to buy that
bastard more time?"

"Please ..." she tried again, voice breaking.

"Well, in that case," Ryoga snarled, "I don't see any reason you can't
be a bit more of a whore and give him even *more* time!" With that he
pulled Akane tight to his chest, and jammed two fingers up into her
cunt.

"Ran-mmmf!!" Akane tried to shout too late, as Ryoga crushed his mouth
against hers. She tried to twist and turn her head, but his mouth
remained sealed to hers. Then she felt herself being lowered to the
floor, and could only think, /Not again!/

Ryoga wasn't too thrilled about the taste of his own semen lingering on
Akane's lips, but also wasn't eager to have Ranma crash their little
party. Not yet, anyway. He quickly finished pulling off Akane's pants
and underpants, leaving her nude, and forced himself between her legs.
The girl beneath him was kicking wildly, but to absolutely no effect. As
he rubbed his cock up and down along her moist slit, separating her
folds, Ryoga recalled with relish Akane's own admission that so far she
had not yet been screwed by Ranma.

Akane was on the verge of tears, while at the same time trying to figure
out why. It wasn't like this hadn't happened before, far too many times
in fact. She knew that she would survive, upsetting though it would be.
She'd probably even enjoy the sex itself, as she'd mentioned to Hikaru
just yesterday. And yet, there was an undeniable pain piercing her
heart.

She felt Ryoga position himself at her entrance, and tried one last time
to jerk away. Then he shoved forward, filling her to the hilt in one
thrust. As the first tear leaked out from under her lashes, Akane
realized why it wasn't `just one more time.' All of the other boys and
men who had taken her against her will had been little more than
acquaintances, if that. But Ryoga, despite Ranma's tale, had once been a
friend, a good friend. For him to do this to her was a new and bitter
hardship to bear.

At the same time, as expected, the feeling of the rigid cock pumping
forcefully into her wet cunt felt wonderful, even with the hard floor
under her back. Akane couldn't prevent a moan from escaping her mouth
into the mouth pressed upon it, and kept her eyes closed so she wouldn't
see whatever might be in Ryoga's eyes. Forgoing resistance as wasted
effort, she started humping her hips against his thrusts, allowing
herself to build rapidly toward a climax.

The one hope left for Akane to cling to was that she had bought Ranma a
huge amount of time. Surely he couldn't possibly fail to find the
fragment with as long as he'd had to search. Any moment he'd show up,
and put Ryoga to sleep with a pressure point before the bastard even
realized he was there. Then they could cure themselves and take their
time paying Ryoga and the others back. But, dammit, where was Ranma?

Akane was now thrusting rapidly against the cock shoving itself into her
uttermost depths, mewling and moaning into Ryoga's mouth. Her hands
pressed against his bare back and tried to dig in with her fingernails,
although of course she was too weak to break the boy's skin. Fireworks
started going off inside her head, and then she was past the point of no
return. Akane stiffened, legs gripping tightly around Ryoga's thighs,
screaming one last, long, guttural moan down the boy's throat.

This proved too much for Ryoga. He slammed himself hard against Akane's
pussy, burying himself as deeply as possible. Then spurt after spurt of
hot cum fired itself into her cunt, filling her, most of the overflow
spilling into her womb although some forced itself out past his dick to
pool on the floor below her ass. Ryoga grinned to himself at the thought
of this achievement, that he had fucked Akane before that bastard Ranma.
He only wished he could have taken her cherry just now, it was a pity
that all of those other guys had been able to enjoy her before him.

But he couldn't lie here basking forever in the glow of the moment. It
was time to move on to the next stage. He lifted himself off of the now
silent girl below him, sliding his cock from within her, glistening with
her juices. With a chuckle, he remarked, "Don't even try to pretend that
you didn't enjoy that. You were pretty obvious." Somewhat to his
disappointment, her expression didn't change at all.

Shrugging off her lack of reaction, Ryoga picked up Akane's panties and
used them to wipe himself clean, then began resuming his clothes. When
Akane finally sat up, he suggested, "Why don't you go take a bath? I'll
go out and talk to Ranma about this thing that's supposedly hidden in my
pack."

Akane, whose face had been entirely blank a moment ago, now looked up at
Ryoga with a trace of hope in her eyes. Perhaps what had happened would
not have been for nothing? It wouldn't erase the memory, or allow her to
forgive him, but ... at least they would have the cure, at last.

She turned her eyes down again, not wanting to look at her most recent
rapist. A bath, he had said. Yes, she definitely wanted to scrub
herself, to try to wash away the most recent defilement. It was also a
perfect excuse not to spend any more time in his presence. She didn't
want to walk out there with him to join Ranma, trying to act as if
nothing of consequence had occurred. Perhaps if she lingered in here
long enough, then by the time she came out Ryoga would have given Ranma
the piece of the chart they needed and gone. She might not need to face
him again. Not until she was much stronger at least.

Silently, not wishing to speak, Akane stood up. She walked over to the
door to the bathing room and slid it open. Stepping through, she slid it
shut behind her, feeling better with a barrier, however flimsy, between
Ryoga and herself. Her feet broke into a run, and she practically fell
into the shower, scrabbling for the knob to turn on the water.

After fastening his pants back in place, Ryoga left the changing room as
quietly as he could. He crept down the hall into the kitchen and filled
a pitcher with cold water. Remembering what Akane had told him as her
pet, he got out a tray of ice and dumped all of the cubes into the
pitcher as well, then waited a couple of minutes for the ice to do its
job. Picking up the pitcher, he left the kitchen and slowly approached
the doorway to the family room.

A quick peek revealed the sight he had expected to see. His pack was
completely empty, the contents scattered across the table, the floor,
everywhere. A fuming Ranma was kneeling in the middle of the mess,
currently turning socks inside out. The pigtailed boy was also cursing
under his breath as his search grew more desperate.

Wiping the smirk from his face, Ryoga quickly stepped up behind Ranma
and dumped the entire pitcher of ice water over his head. Now a
red-haired girl, Ranma spun around furiously, aiming a thoughtless punch
right at Ryoga's face. The boy didn't even bother to dodge, knowing such
a blow would have no effect. He backhanded Ranma, sending the girl
flying across the room.

"What the *hell* do you thing you're doing, trashing my stuff like
this?" Ryoga snarled, making sure to sound furious. "Have you lost your
mind?" He stomped toward the girl menacingly.

Ranma picked herself up, rubbing at the spot near her shoulder where the
jerk's hand had struck. She berated herself internally for the
unthinking punch, watching Ryoga's approach carefully for an opening. It
was obvious that the guy wasn't planning to sit down and talk about
this, not with the fire blazing in his eyes.

Ryoga aimed at kick at Ranma's head to daze her, knowing the girl didn't
have the strength to block. What he didn't expect was for Ranma to dodge
underneath, sticking out a single finger to poke his thigh. When he put
his foot back down to spin around and face Ranma, Ryoga's eyes went wide
with shock as the leg failed to support him and he toppled over.
Instantly recognizing the danger, he rolled quickly as Ranma darted in
again with a finger extended.

Unfortunately for Ranma, Ryoga was rolling across his scattered
possessions, all of which he was intimately familiar with. He grabbed a
bandanna as he went over it, and his arm flung up holding it by one end.
Before Ranma knew what was happening, the other end of the bandanna
wrapped and knotted around her wrist. With a spike of worry, the
forefinger of Ranma's other hand darted forward, but Ryoga was already
swinging his arm, still holding the bandanna. Ranma was sent crashing
face first into the wall, bouncing back and shaking her head, trying to
clear the stars from her vision.

Too late. Ryoga's good leg swept Ranma's feet from under her, sending
her to the floor herself. She tried to roll away as well, but Ryoga had
seized the bandanna again, and now another piece of cloth was wrapping
itself around her other wrist. Seconds later, her hands were firmly tied
behind her back, leaving her helpless, as she didn't even bother trying
to uselessly kick the boy.

Smiling in victory, Ryoga grabbed a couple of more bandannas from the
floor. He wadded one up and stuffed it in Ranma's mouth, ignoring her
look of outrage. The other he tied around her head, forcing it between
her lips, preventing Ranma from spitting the first one out. With his
rival effectively gagged, Ryoga yanked Ranma's pants down and tied the
cuffs around her ankles, leaving her unable even to try to run.

Ranma couldn't prevent an icy tinge of fear from entering her eyes at
having her pants pulled down like that, remembering all too well what
had happened the last time she ran into this bastard. She watched Ryoga
lying there, massaging the leg she'd paralyzed, knowing he'd be getting
the use of it back eventually. And it wasn't like he really needed the
leg if he was minded to repeat that last time, although hopefully he
wouldn't do something like that with Akane around. Speaking of which,
Ranma suddenly wondered in grave concern, where the hell was Akane?

Cursing himself for letting Ranma get his leg like that, Ryoga tried to
console himself with the thought that the use of it would probably come
back naturally. He just hoped it would be before anyone came home.
Unable to do anything about it for the moment, he turned his attention
to the red-haired slut lying there and staring at him, remembering how
good she felt that other time. But first, perhaps a little payback was
in order.

"You got a lot of nerve," Ryoga growled, "going through my stuff like
that and throwing it all around. And then what you did to my leg! You
are one nasty little bitch, and I think I'm gonna give you what a bitch
like you deserves."

He ignored Ranma's grunt, figuring it was just some random curse.
Pulling himself closer, he forced the girl over onto her stomach and
pulled down her boxers, admiring the fine ass this revealed. Ranma
squirmed like mad, but one of Ryoga's hands on her back easily held her
in place. Raising his other hand like the hammer of God, Ryoga brought
it down with a loud slap across both globes of her ass, smashing them
flat and forcing an agonized cry through the gag in Ranma's mouth.

Again and again his hand came down, quickly turning Ranma's bottom a
blazing red, more fiery in color than her hair. Muffled howls came
through the gag as she swung her head from side to side, teardrops
flinging off in long arcs before falling to the floor. At last Ryoga
paused, his hand stinging. Ranma sobbed uncontrollably, too far gone to
notice the spanking had stopped.

Ryoga tried moving his leg again, but sighed in disgust at its lack of
response. Deciding nonetheless to get on with the program, he pulled
himself across the floor, grabbing Ranma by the shirt and dragging her
along with him. On reaching the low table, he heaved Ranma up, dropping
her chest on the table with her knees still on the floor. He then undid
his pants, working them off, and pulled himself up to lie on top of
Ranma, his stiffening cock already pointing at her red-furred treasure.

On feeling Ryoga land on her back, Ranma awoke to her present danger,
but far too late to do anything about it. There was certainly no way to
heave the boy off of her or to pull herself out from underneath him. It
was doubtful that she could have done so even if she weren't still tied
and gagged. In despair, she felt Ryoga's fingers spread her petals and
search out her clit, realizing with chagrin that she was already
slightly moist.

"I remember how much you liked this last time," Ryoga whispered in her
ear. "So I figure this ought to be a real treat for you, having me do it
to you again." With that the boy positioned his staff at the opening to
her cunt and slowly pushed himself within.

Ranma tried to endure the fucking stoically, but as she felt herself
spread to accommodate the invading prick she was unable to prevent a
long groan which emerged from her throat. She tried not to picture the
smirk on Ryoga's face behind her. When Ryoga finally reached bottom, he
withdrew just as slowly then pushed in again.

Keeping up the slow and ecstatic humping, Ryoga pushed Ranma's shirt up
to her armpits, then forced his large hands underneath her and began
massaging her sizable boobs. It was just one more sensuous torture for
Ranma, as she felt her diamond hard nipples scraping across the boy's
rough palms. Then she gasped as bolts of pain and pleasure shot through
her when Ryoga took her nipples between thumb and finger and twisted.

As he continued fucking the redhead, Ryoga leaned forward to whisper
again. "In case you're wondering where Akane is, she's taking a bath.
You see, she told me that I had something the two of you wanted,
something that was in my pack. Then she offered herself to me in
exchange for it. She gave me a fantastic blowjob, and then she screwed
me. And let me tell you, she's a pretty good fuck. But I'm guessing you
know that already. I mean, sure as hell she wouldn't let some other guy
fuck her before she's even been with her fiance."

Underneath Ryoga, thoughts of murder formed in Ranma's head.

"You know," Ryoga continued speaking, "if it weren't for the gag in your
mouth, I'd really be interested in an explanation of all the writing you
and Akane have on you. Some kinda kinky game you two were playing? At
least I gave you what you asked for, with that great big `Spank Me'
written on your ass."

Elsewhere, Akane had finally finished with her bath, and was getting
dressed in the changing room. She put back on the clothes she had been
wearing earlier, with the exception of the panties which were
suspiciously damp. Giving herself one final look in the mirror, she went
to the door and opened it slightly, putting an ear to the crack. She
heard nothing. Surely if Ryoga were still here, he and Ranma would not
be whispering. Shouting would be more likely.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Akane left the room and walked down the
hall, putting a smile on her face for Ranma's sake. Her shock was
therefore all the greater when she reached the door of the family room,
to behold the sight in front of her. Ryoga, naked below the waist,
kneeling at the table. Lying on top of a female Ranma, mostly stripped,
arms and legs tied, a gag in her mouth. Quite obviously screwing her.
Akane sucked in a loud, hissing breath.

Two faces turned her way, but Ranma immediately looked back down in
shame. Ryoga, on the other hand, gave her a smile which quite took her
aback. As calmly as if he were discussing a meal, the boy said, "Just
hang on. I'll be finished here in a minute." Then he turned back toward
Ranma and began thrusting even harder.

Akane continued to stand there, watching, frozen in place by shock.
First Ryoga had raped her, and now he was raping Ranma. While she
watched. Yet there was nothing she could do. Perhaps if she had Ranma's
knowledge of pressure points she could risk an attack, but as it was any
blow she could strike would be utterly useless. So she just stood. And
tried to ignore the way her pussy moistened at the sight of the cock
driving in and out of Ranma's cunt.

Ryoga turned back toward Akane. His voice a little breathless now, he
informed her, "By the way. I probably shouldn't tell you this, but Ranma
is an even better fuck than you are. Sorry about that, but I'm afraid
it's the truth."

As the boy turned back to his task, Akane fought down the outrage his
words had roused in her. A girl who wasn't even a real girl was a better
screw than *she* was? Then Akane asked herself just what the hell she
was thinking. She had to be insane, getting jealous over the remarks of
some goddamned rapist.

Ranma was now whimpering and humping her ass back in a way that Akane
recognized all too well. Suddenly ashamed of watching what must be a
deeply humiliating experience for the other girl, Akane turned away and
stepped back out into the hall. All too soon, Ranma's grunts rose to a
continuous moan, followed soon after by a triumphant shout from Ryoga.

Akane waited for a minute before stepping back inside the room. Ryoga
was sitting on the floor, leaning back against the table, with his pants
in place once more. Ranma on the other hand was in exactly the same
position, cum slowly leaking out of her slit to run down her leg. Ryoga
looked up at her and said, "You can get Ranma dressed again if you want,
and take the gag out of her mouth, but leave her hands tied. Unless you
want a spanking like the one I gave Ranma."

Akane noticed for the first time how red her fiance's ass was,
generating another twinge of sympathy. She walked over and helped Ranma
up off the table, pulling down her shirt, and untying the pants to pull
them back up. With difficulty, Akane removed the gag, but didn't quite
dare to disobey the command about leaving Ranma's hands tied. She helped
Ranma over to the couch and sat her down, taking a seat beside her and
holding her close. Facing their attacker, she begged to know, "Why? How
could you do this to us? I thought you were a friend?"

Ryoga glanced over at the two of them, surreptitiously trying to move
his leg again, and hiding a smile as it twitched. Trying to sound bored,
he asked, "Before I answer that, how about one of you tell me what this
thing is that's supposed to be hidden in my pack? You said it's supposed
to be some sort of cure for the weakness moxibustion?"

Akane looked toward Ranma for guidance, but the other girl was merely
glaring at Ryoga with hate-filled eyes. Still hoping that Ryoga would be
willing to cooperate now that he'd had his way with them, Akane
answered. "It's a fragment of paper. A piece of the moxibustion chart
Happosai had. It contains the symbol that needs to be burned on our
backs in order to cure us. Happosai told Ranma that he hid it in your
pack, when he came across the pair of you up in the mountains."

Ryoga allowed his own face to twist with displeasure. "And you couldn't
have just asked for it? `Hey, Ryoga, we think the old pervert hid a
piece of paper in your pack and we need it. Could you get it out for
us?' Ever think of trying that?"

Akane's face flushed, as much from anger over what Ryoga had done
himself as in embarrassment at his words. "We didn't think we could
trust you. Not after what you did to Ranma."

Ryoga's eyes flicked toward Ranma, and he smirked. "Yeah, I heard that
this bitch claimed I raped her up there in the mountains. That's not the
way I remember it though. Seemed to me she was *damned* eager for what I
did to her that day."

"You fucking bastard!" Ranma hissed.

"And you, Akane," Ryoga went on, "offering me sex in exchange for this
thing instead of just asking, like some kind of whore. When did you sink
so low? Or were you always a slut? Not that I shouldn't have expected
it. I overheard some guys talking about how you've been putting out for
a bunch of boys."

Akane's face turned white, and the room spun around her. Were rumors
getting around about what she'd been doing? "Who ... who said that?" she
whispered.

Ryoga gave a laugh, making up this excuse for his knowledge as he went
along. "From what they said, they were a couple of the guys you've been
screwing. You might want to tell them to be more careful about who's
around when they're talking about it."

Shaking his leg, Ryoga stood up carefully, then sat down on the table to
give himself more time to recover. "You know, you two have really,
really managed to piss me off," he told them.

Ranma couldn't stop the snarl. "*We've* pissed *you* off?"

"Yeah," the boy confirmed, his face twisting in displeasure. "You could
have been nice and just asked. But no, you had to try to trick me, and
tear up all my stuff. On top of that, both of you have been acting like
sluts, but trying to deny it. Well, I'll tell you what. If that's what
you want, then that's what I'm gonna give you. I'm gonna treat you
*both* like the sluts you are. For, say, the next month. And if you're
both good little sluts for me, I'll give you that paper you want at the
end of that month."

Akane's face fell. Ranma bared her teeth. "Go to *hell*, asshole! I
couldn't find the damned thing! Either Happosai lied, or you fucking
went and lost it!"

Ryoga grinned maliciously. "Nope. Neither one. I recognized what you're
talking about when Akane described it. I found it a few days ago. A
piece of paper, so big, torn around the edges. With a single complex
kanji character drawn on it?" He put his fingers together to indicate
the size of the fragment, and Akane nodded, remembering the hole in the
chart.

Ryoga nodded as well. "Like I said, I found it. Didn't know what the
hell it was. Lucky for you, I decided not to throw it away. It's not in
my pack though. But I promise you, it *is* someplace safe. And you're
not getting it unless you give me what I want. For the next month."

Ranma struggled vainly to get her hands free. "I'll kill you,
motherfucker! Then I'll go to your house and tear it apart till I find
the thing!"

Ryoga's face hardened. "Let's make that *two* months. Care to try for
three?" His teeth bared mirthlessly as Akane leaned over and whispered
fiercely in Ranma's ear. The redhead slowly settled back, glaring.

"That's better," the boy complimented her. "And for your information,
while I did say it's someplace safe, it isn't in my house. And you'd
better think *real* hard about not doing anything to make me unhappy.
All it'll take is one match, and your hope for a cure goes up in smoke.
You understand?" He paused, then hissed, "I said, do you *understand*?"

Akane closed her eyes in pain and nodded. Ranma's face struggled for
several seconds before despair washed over her features. "Yeah, asshole,
we understand," she whispered.

Ryoga snorted, mentally slapping himself on the back. "Remember, if you
kill me, you'll never find the thing. And if you do anything less than
killing me, I'll destroy it. All you've got to do is hold out for two
months. Hell, a couple of sluts like you will probably enjoy it. Well,
most of it. You can go ahead and finish untying the bitch now." This
last statement was directed at Akane, and she began working the knots
loose behind Ranma's back.

Once Ranma was free and rubbing her sore wrists, Ryoga ordered, "Okay,
Red, time to clean up the mess you made. Pick all this shit up, and put
it back in my pack. Neatly. Akane, you get out of those clothes. Oh,
don't look at me like that!" He practically snarled. "I doubt that I can
get it up again right now. I just wanna make sure you know your place.
Go get me a glass of water, and when you come back you can sit in my lap
and let me play with your tits while we watch Ranma work."

These instructions were followed, except that while one hand fondled
Akane's tits, the other went between her legs and fingered her pussy
thoroughly. Even worse, she was ordered to spread her legs widely so
that Ranma could get a good look at what was happening. By the time
Ranma finished putting everything away in the pack, Ryoga had forced
Akane to three quivering orgasms.

Pushing Akane off to the side on the couch, Ryoga stood up. He lifted
the massive pack with ease and shrugged it onto his back. "Well, it's
been fun, but you know how it is. Places to go. People to see. I'll be
back though. We're gonna be having lots of fun together. Trust me." With
that he stepped out onto the engawa, turned, and vanished from sight.

Ranma sat down on the couch beside Akane, pulled the naked girl into her
arms, and held her tight. "I hope to God he gets good and lost," Ranma
said wearily. "If we're lucky, maybe he won't find his way back until
the two months are up." Akane nodded, but inside she didn't dare to
hope.

Out on the street, Ryoga pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and
consulted the address he had tracked down earlier while making his
plans. /Michio Yuzuki,/ he said to himself. /Time for us to have a
little talk./

                               o - o - o

"I still ain't too sure about this," Hiroshi said to his friend as they
walked down the street toward the Tendo home.

Daisuke shrugged. "I've already agreed we'll let Ranma and Akane decide.
But I still think it's the best thing to do. If it isn't us, that creep
Michio will just find someone worse. And we might be able to find a way
to help them."

"I know *why* we're doing it," Hiroshi replied through gritted teeth. "I
just don't fancy trying to explain to Ranma why she ought to let us
screw her. *And* Akane!" He was moaning by the end of this statement.

"Well you better grow a spine quick," Daisuke said, stopping. He put his
hand on the gate. "We're here."

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Note from H. Saotome, 2009-11-29: Here's the next installment, and it
only took three weeks this time. I wish I could resume my original pace,
but I'm afraid that's not going to happen.

Note, 2010-01-24: Chapter posted on asstr.org. As of this point, I have
caught up to all of the chapters I have so far written. Henceforth I
will post new chapters simultaneously to Asstr and AFFnet.
