Moxibustion Violation 1

Chapter 1

Sixteen year old Akane Tendo sat in her classroom at Furinkan High School, wondering where her fiancé Ranma Saotome might be now. She had not seen him since his defeat of Happosai via the Hiryu Shoten Ha, which had unfortunately shredded the moxibustion chart. The vital piece containing the cure for Ranma's induced weakness had never been found. Now he was off, who knew where, seeking some form of training to recover his strength.

She had offered to go with him, to help him, given that he was so weak now that he could barely carry a pack. Naturally, the baka had refused, because of his stupid pride no doubt. She had planned to go with him anyway, but he'd snuck off without her, and she hadn't been able to find any trace of his trail.

Akane had to admit that things were much more peaceful here in Nerima with Ranma gone. Boring as well. The Amazons had returned to China, having no wish to marry Shampoo to a man who was weaker than an infant. Ukyo had closed her restaurant and left also, without even saying good-bye. She was probably trying to find Ranma. Even Kuno was gone, and he definitely was trying to find Ranma, as he had made quite a long winded speech about tracking down the foul sorcerer and defeating him once and for all. For that matter, Ryoga hadn't been around since it had happened, although it was perfectly likely that he was simply lost.

Akane sighed quietly, trying not to let the teacher hear her. She wasn't worried about Kuno finding Ranma — the bokken wielding idiot was more likely to walk off a cliff in the mountains somewhere, from holding his nose too high, than to catch Ranma. She sort of hoped Ukyo wouldn't find him, but there wasn't much she could do about that. What she really hoped, although she'd never tell anyone, was that Ranma would find a cure, and come back to her ... them.

Luckily, without Kuno to ... inspire ... them, the hentai horde had not re-formed. They were obviously too scared of what she would do to them if they tried to resume their morning attacks. So all in all things were amazingly peaceful.

And boring, she thought to herself, trying to focus once more on what the teacher was saying.

“So what is this plan you called us together for?” Kaori asked warily.

It was lunch period and a group of half a dozen boys had gathered in the P.E. equipment shed at the suggestion of Michio Yuzuki, a student from class 1-F who stood nearly two meters tall and was a former member of the hentai horde. He also held a black belt in jujutsu. Of course, as far as being a former member of the horde, the same was true for every other boy who was present.

Michio pulled a piece of paper out from inside his shirt, and placed it on the floor in front of them all. It had obviously been patched together from numerous smaller pieces, scotch tape on the back holding all of them stiffly together. There was a small gap right in the middle of the sheet.

“This is the moxibustion chart that belonged to the old man who made Ranma weak,” he told them in an excited whisper. “I picked up all the pieces after the old hag threw them aside and left. After she couldn't find the piece with Ranma's cure.”

“Yeah, well, what good is it?” asked another boy. “Like you said, the important piece is missing.”

Michio shook his head, an unpleasant smile adorning his face. “The piece with the cure is missing,” he told them. He pointed to a symbol high on the back of the figure drawn on the paper, and words written in tiny print and connected to the symbol by a line. “This right here explains how to administer the Ultimate Weakness Moxibustion. The thing that took away Ranma's strength.”

The other boys leaned closer to look, curious, although they didn't see what their friend was so excited about. What good was it, after all? Ranma was already weak, and it wasn't like they would want to hunt him down to use it on him. A couple of them thought how it might be nice to make Kuno as weak as Ranma was now, but the kendoist was also gone, so there was nothing to be gained there, either.

“Don't you see?!” Michio exclaimed impatiently, and rather breathlessly. “We can use this on Akane! Then when she tries to fight us, she'll lose!”

“And we could win dates with her!” another boy nodded, growing excited.

“Dates?” growled Michio scornfully. “I ain't interested in dates. I remember the black eye Akane gave me. I remember the time she kicked me in the nuts. She had her chance to just go on a date. I'm thinking of something a lot more fun.”

The other boys in the room shuffled nervously, glancing at one another. It was one thing to imagine that sort of thing, lying in bed in one's room at night, indulging in a little stress relief. But Michio was talking about actually doing it. That was going just a bit ... overboard. Wasn't it?

“Come on, cowards,” their friend urged them, baring his teeth. “She'll be too weak to stop us. Too weak to do anything to us after. Ranma ain't around to kill us, and he's just as weak anyway. Besides, I got an idea for how to make sure she won't dare tell anyone. So we can enjoy ourselves, and there won't be a damn thing she can do about it.”

Tanjiro pointed out what he considered an obvious point. “Look, maybe we'd all enjoy doing something like that. Hell, I'll admit it. It'd be great. I got my own bruises from back when we fought Akane every morning. But there's just one little problem. How do you plan to get her to hold still long enough to put that thing on her back?”

The other boys nodded sagely, but Michio only grinned. “I got a plan for that. There's somebody we got to bring in on this. Somebody who's already shown he can do what needs to be done. Incidentally, he'll be the one taking all the risk, but we don't have to tell him that. Now here's what's gonna happen ...”

The other boys listened intently, nodding their heads. Each of their mouths slowly lifted into a grin to match that of the boy who was speaking.

Two days later, Akane looked up from where she was sitting having lunch with her friends to see Nabiki's classmate Tanjiro approaching her. She frowned slightly, remembering him as one of the boys who used to attack her in the mornings, trying to win a date. Nonetheless, she waited to hear what he had to say before speaking.

“Hey, Tendo-san,” Tanjiro called when he was close enough. Hooking a thumb over his shoulder toward the school, he said, “I ran into someone in the hall who said she was late for something or other, but asked me to tell you there's a phone call for you in the office. So I'm telling you. Got no idea what it's about.”

The boy turned and walked off before Akane could think of anything to say in response. “I wonder what's up?” she said curiously. Rising to her feet, Akane told her friends, “If I'm not back before the end of lunch, I'll probably see you in class.” Then she took off toward the school, walking quickly.

In the office Akane listened in surprise as the secretary told her, “I'm sorry dear. Someone must be pulling your leg. I've been here all morning, and no one has called for you.”

Akane walked out of the office, frowning. She wondered if this was Tanjiro's stupid idea of a joke. Then again, it might be whoever it was he said had told him to tell her. She wondered further if it would be worth the trouble to try to get the truth from the boy, or at least some description of the person who had supposedly given him the message.

As Akane walked slowly down the hall, thinking hard, she passed a set of lockers. The moment she was past, a figure detached itself from those lockers, the front of his body painted like one of the lockers in such a way that he had blended right in with them. Pulling a cloth from his pocket he took one quick step forward, and whipped his arm around Akane's head, pressing the damp cloth against her face.

Akane reacted instantly, her elbow swinging back and knocking the boy down the hall. He covered his face as he flew, denying her the chance to see who it was, even if she had been able to make out his features beneath the paint. Then Akane staggered, the chloroform she had inhaled overwhelming her. The hallway spun darkly and she fell to the floor, unconscious.

Michio and another boy, Takeo, emerged from the Nurse's office nearby. “Good work, Gosunkugi,” Michio praised the boy who was climbing stiffly back to his feet. “You'd better go wash that stuff off. Remember where we're meeting later.”

Gosunkugi nodded, licking his dry lips. Practically passing out from hyperventilation, he scurried down the hallway in the direction of the boys' locker room. He was out of sight within seconds.

Meanwhile Michio and Takeo grabbed Akane by her shoulders and ankles and carried her into the Nurse's office. They placed her face down on a bed, then Takeo quickly locked the door while Michio pulled out the carefully preserved moxibustion chart. Standing on either side of the bed, they congratulated each other with a high five.

“Y'know, it just occurred to me,” Takeo said eagerly, “we could have a little fun right now.” He took hold of the hem of Akane's jumper, sliding it slowly up her legs.

Michio batted the other boy's hand away. “Stick to the plan, asshole. You want her to wake up and still be as strong as ever? You want to take the chance she'll tell someone what you did?”

Abashed, Takeo helped his friend to undo the garment and pull it down Akane's arms and over her ass. Then he rolled Akane up onto her side while Michio quickly unbuttoned her blouse. Letting her fall back onto her stomach, the blouse was also pulled down her arms, leaving the girl wearing only her bra above the waist, and the boys found themselves sorely tempted to remove that as well. However, time was precious.

Michio pulled out the moxa he had already ground up and set fire to the herb. Consulting the chart he located the exact spot on Akane's upper back, then carefully pressed the glowing embers to her skin, duplicating the symbol precisely as it was drawn. Akane stirred weakly, letting out a small moan, as the smell of charring flesh reached the noses of the two boys. Once the figure was complete, Michio pressed the hot residue in firmly, eliciting an unconscious cry from his victim. Finally, he carefully removed the ashes, wiping Akane's back clean, and smiling in victory at the burned skin which perfectly matched the symbol on the chart.

The process complete, and lunch period almost over, the two boys quickly replaced Akane's blouse and jumper. They rolled her over onto her back, both of them taking the opportunity for a brief squeeze of her chest, covered her with a blanket and then left, locking the door behind them.

Several minutes later Akane blurrily blinked her eyes, gradually bringing the room into focus. What happened? she asked herself. There was ... someone grabbed me. Then ... She realized she didn't know what then. Recognizing the Nurse's office at last, and that she was lying on a bed, she assumed that she must have passed out and someone had found her and brought her here. There was a pain high on her back — had she fallen and hit something? Suddenly concerned what unknown persons might have done while she was unconscious, Akane tried to sense whether someone might have touched her, but couldn't tell. On the other hand, the clock on the wall let her know that not very many minutes had passed. Surely nothing too serious could have happened in so short a time. Akane tried to take what comfort she could from that thought.

The young woman suddenly started as she realized that the time also meant she only had a couple of minutes to get to class. Jumping off the bed, she quickly assured herself that her clothes were all in place and straight, then rushed out the door. Not quite running, she nonetheless walked very rapidly through the halls to her classroom.

Just outside the room, her path converged with that pervert Michio Yuzuki. Ignoring him as he stepped up behind her, Akane jerked in shock on feeling him pat her ass. Spinning in fury, her fist struck the pervert with all the force she could muster. She snorted her outrage as he fell back to crash into the wall.

Turning back toward the classroom, Akane was momentarily puzzled despite giving the creep what he deserved. He hadn't hit the wall nearly as hard as she expected. Even stranger, it almost seemed as if he had fallen backward a few instants after her fist struck. She was shaking her head, just a little baffled, as she entered the room. Minutes later she forgot her confusion as she concentrated on the teacher's lecture concerning the parts of the cell.

The moment Akane entered the classroom, Michio picked himself up off the floor with a smile. Not a bad job of acting, he thought. A huge smile formed in response to the knowledge that it had worked. It had really worked! He hadn't felt Akane's punch at all! And later this afternoon, it was going to be time for some long overdue payback.

Trying to tamp the smile back down, Michio walked into the room himself, with the teacher right behind him. He had just enough presence of mind to clutch at his chest and limp slightly. He also bent forward as if in pain, but the more important reason was to hide the tent in the front of his pants.

The school bell rang signaling the end of the day. The teacher dismissed the students who immediately stood up and started gathering their things. They started slipping out of the room a few at a time, all except for the three who were on cleanup duty. Akane, Michio and Takeo pulled out the brooms and other tools they were going to need.

Akane's sister Nabiki entered the classroom before the last of the other students had left. Akane gave her a smile, before walking over to meet her in the middle of the room.

“Hey,” Nabiki said cheerfully. “Thought I'd stop in and say good-bye before I took off. I'll be gone before you get home.”

“It's not fair,” Akane pouted, “you getting to skip school the next couple of days just to attend that ‘Young Marketer's’ convention up in Sendai.”

Her sister shrugged. “What can I say? They liked my essay. I'm certainly not going to pass up an all expense paid stay at a four star hotel. I intend to enjoy myself.”

Akane sighed. She almost asked Nabiki to keep an eye out for Ranma, but stopped herself before saying something so foolish. After all, if there was one place her fiancé certainly would not be found, it was at a fancy hotel in a big city like Sendai.

So instead she merely said, “You take care of yourself. Okay?”

“You too, little sister. Sorry to keep this short, but I've got to run.” She gave Akane a quick hug, then turned away. “Bye!” she called back over her shoulder with a wave.

“Bye!” Akane answered, waving back. Then she turned to her chores.

The last of the other students exited behind Nabiki, leaving only Akane and the two boys. They worked diligently, stacking chairs, sweeping, and taking care of all of the other tasks which were necessary. Akane was a little surprised. Neither of the two boys took the opportunity to say anything the least out of line. Instead they worked hard, giving the impression they wanted to finish as quickly as possible.

In reward for their effort, it did not take very long before they were done. Akane even graced the boys with a smile, although it disappeared again immediately when she remembered what Michio had done earlier that day. As Akane put away a few last things, Michio and Takeo walked over to the door. They turned off the lights, leaving only the afternoon sun coming in through the windows, but instead of opening the door to leave Michio reached over and locked the door. Akane did not even register the click of the lock at first.

“Oh, Tendo-san!”

Akane turned, wondering at the strange note in Michio's voice. She didn't like the expression she saw on his face.

“What is it?” Akane asked harshly, hoping that this wasn't some foolishness.

“I want to challenge you,” Michio cooed. “If I win, I go on a date with you. Sort of.”

Akane's face turned cold. She had thought this nonsense had ended a long time ago. “Go to hell, pervert. I have better things to do than waste my time beating up assholes.”

Michio started stalking toward her. Takeo remained standing by the door, grinning. “Afraid I'm not going to give you a choice,” Michio said, something ugly in his voice.

“I'd have thought you'd have learned your lesson earlier,” Akane replied coolly. “If you're stupid enough to do this, at least let's take it outside. I'd rather not break anything in the room I just finished cleaning.”

“Nuh uh,” was his answer. “Right here. Right now.”

He closed the remaining distance. Fed up with his attitude, Akane threw a devastating punch right into his face. She gasped in shock when his head didn't budge a single centimeter. He didn't even stop smiling. Desperately, she spun around, kicking Michio in the stomach as hard as she could. Once again, the blow achieved absolutely nothing.

Then Michio grabbed her arm, wrenching the elbow painfully. Akane found herself swung above and over his angled side, whereupon her back slammed into the floor. Her breath was knocked from her lungs and stars swum in her vision. Before she could recover a fist slammed into her stomach, making her retch. A hand closed around her throat, squeezing, allowing only a tiny amount of air to pass through.

Akane scrabbled furiously, pulling at his hand, trying to free herself from the boy's grip. She swung her arms, hitting with her fists as hard as she could. Nothing worked. Her hardest blows were completely ignored.

Did he ... did he get hold of some super soba? Akane wondered. Oh God. What ... what is he going to do?

“Looks like I win,” Michio purred, grinning in victory. “Time for our date now. Right?” His grin only widened as Akane tried to shake her head back and forth.

Three quick taps came on the door. Takeo opened it cautiously, then wider, admitting three boys. One of them was Hikaru Gosunkugi, who had only left this same classroom a short time earlier with all of their other classmates. He was carrying a camera with him.

The three boys walked up to where Michio was holding Akane down on the floor. Her heart sank at the sight of two of them, Kaori and Tanjiro, both of them members of the horde. Hikaru, though, he had never been among that group.

“Stop this,” Akane managed to whisper. “Please. Help me.”

Her heart sank further when Hikaru turned his face away. The other two boys only gave her evil smiles. Akane was becoming very frightened of what they might have in mind.

There were another three taps on the door. Again Takeo opened it, letting in two other boys, one of them carrying a rolled up bundle over his shoulder which he dumped on the floor. When Takeo shut and locked the door this time, he joined the two new boys in walking over to stand around Akane, looking down at her.

Michio leaned over Akane with a cruel grin on his face, his hand still around her throat. “Here's how it is, Tendo-san. All us guys feel you owe us. Like I was telling 'em, I ain't forgotten that kick you gave me to the balls, or the black eye neither. The others got their own special memories of things you did. Now ... now it's time to make it up to us.”

“Please don't do this!” Akane whispered hoarsely.

None of them paid her any attention. Michio said, “But before you show us how nice you can be, you gotta be punished for the way you acted. So up you get!”

His fist closed on the front of her jumper, and Akane found herself yanked into the air by his holds on her throat and the fabric. She was flung around and shoved belly down across her own desk, where a hand on her back held her in place, unable to lift herself against his strength. However, the grip on her throat had been removed, and Akane immediately screamed.

But only for an instant. A blow to the back of her head made her see stars, and one of the other boys clamped a hand over her mouth. At Michio's signal a couple of boys stepped up and grabbed Akane's arms, holding her in place over the desk. Michio stepped back and lovingly inspected her squirming form and uselessly kicking legs.

Moving forward again, he took hold of the hem of her skirt and slowly, slowly slid it up her legs. Her graceful thighs gradually came into view, causing everyone's breathing to increase in speed. He paused at the top of her legs, relishing the moment, then pushed higher, revealing her white cotton panties with little pink strawberries printed on them. Michio pushed it up the rest of the way in one quick motion, leaving a strip of flesh exposed above the waistband of her panties.

“Damn, that looks nice,” Takeo proclaimed in awe.

“It gets better,” Michio smirked.

Michio's hands took hold of the waistband of Akane's underpants near the sides. He lifted slightly, then started inching them down, bit by bit. A couple of boys groaned at the slow torture, while Akane tried to yell through the hand holding her mouth closed. She was also kicking her feet wildly, but the blows rained by her feet on Michio's legs had no effect.

The crack of Akane's ass came into view as the cloth was drawn down, bringing a collective gasp. Further, and the curves of her hips appeared before their lusting eyes. Further still, and the star of her anus made its appearance. Then came the first hint of labia, and the slit between, and Michio was forced to pause, his hands shaking.

After a few seconds he recovered his strength and continued to pull down slowly. The whole of Akane's pussy was uncovered, although the slit was still closed with only a little of the inner labia peeking out. A few short black hairs were sparsely placed along the fleshy pads, and as the panties slipped down further, the patch of hair on her front was revealed in brief flashes between her wildly kicking legs.

With her treasure now wholly visible, Michio wasted no more time and tugged Akane's underpants the rest of the way down her legs. Pulling them off over her feet, he handed them to Raiden, the boy with his hand over her mouth. Raiden took a moment to admire them before wadding them up and forcing the undergarment into Akane's mouth. He then pulled a white ribbon out of his pocket and wrapped it around Akane's head several times, securing the cloth so that she could not spit it out, and tied the ends in a knot.

Michio looked up and caught Hikaru's eye. “You got a nice big memory stick in that thing?”

Hikaru looked down at his camera. Overcome by the strength of both his lust and guilt, he was unable to speak and merely nodded. When he had first been approached and brought into the secret counsels, he had tried to bolt in terror. Caught before he could make good his escape, the other boys had worn down his resistance. In truth, caught between his own obsession over Akane and his fear of what Michio and the others might do to him, it hadn't taken all that long for him to crumble and promise his aid. Part of him still wanted to run. Most of him was too hypnotized by the course of events to consider doing so.

Michio signaled him closer. “Then get the fuck over here and take a picture of this perfect ass. Before we make it a little less perfect.”

Akane squirmed hopelessly at these words. Several seconds passed and then she saw a flash of light, and knew that the threatened photograph had been taken. A wave of shame passed over her, knowing full well that more than just her bare rump would have been visible to the camera's eye.

“And now,” Michio announced lovingly, “it's time for your punishment, Tendo-san. For being such a bitch ...” His hand swung down, slapping against Akane's ass, flattening the soft globe and sending a ripple outward across her flesh. A red print was left behind as he raised his hand.

“For being so vicious when you fought back against us ...” Another slap, this one striking the other cheek. “For my black eye ...” Slap. “For that damned kick ...” Slap. “For everything else ...” Slap. Slap.

Akane was unable to grit her teeth together, what with the cloth filling her mouth. Nonetheless, she bore the smacks stoically. She was a martial artist, and accustomed to enduring pain. She was furious, and humiliated, but refused to so much as grunt as each slap struck her flesh.

Michio paused. He was enjoying the sound of his hand clapping against her ass cheeks, and the sight of the red prints this left behind. But so far he was getting no reaction from Akane, and that wouldn't do. Besides, his own hand was starting to sting, and he had no intention of enduring pain himself in the process of inflicting it on her.

After contemplating for a few more seconds, the boy nodded his head, as if in answer to an internal question. He reached for the front of his pants and unbuckled his belt. Sliding the leather through the loops, he pulled the belt free and doubled it over, holding the two ends within his fist. He raised his hand up high.

Akane, face down over the desk, saw none of this. All she knew was that there had been a pause after fewer than a dozen smacks, and gloated to herself that her tormentor was not getting the reaction from her he desired. Then there was a sharp crack from behind, and pain flooded through her, as she surged forward on the desktop trying to escape it. An uncontrolled, though muffled, cry pushed itself through the gag.

There was another crack, and the pain ripped through her again, forcing another cry into the gag. She reflexively pressed her belly into the desk, as if she could somehow move farther away from her attacker. Her legs flailed uselessly. The hands holding her arms pinned in place left her no leverage with which to evade. Grimly, Akane clenched her jaw muscles, determined not to let them hear her utter any further sounds.

The crack of the belt came again, and Akane's muscles spasmed. Despite her best effort, an agonized grunt emerged from her mouth. Moisture was collecting in her eyes, breaking free as tears. She tensed herself, praying for control.

The effort was in vain. As the belt landed again, her entire body shook, the toes of her feet dancing against the floor. She tried to yell “stop” through her underpants, but it emerged as noise without meaning. Twin tracks of tears ran down from her eyes and over her cheeks, where they broke free and fell to the floor below.

The fifth strike brought a wordless cry from her mouth. On the sixth she tried to plead, “Please stop!” No one understood her words, but he seemed to stop anyway. Even so, tears ran freely down Akane's face and her body squirmed in vain against the grasp of her captor, beyond her control to keep it still.

Behind her, Michio smiled warmly, admiring the effect. The parallel stripes across both cheeks of her ass. The uncontrolled movements and kicks as she tried to deal with the pain. The soft whimpers coming through her gag. The tears falling to the floor. Feeling powerful and victorious, he handed the belt to Takeo and stepped back.

Akane tried to scream when the belt struck her again. And again. And again. Six times and then another pause. She could not see it, but the belt had been handed to Raiden. The lashes began again. When the boys holding her arms took their turns she hardly noticed the change, as two others moved in to take their place holding her down.

After six boys had taken their turns, delivering a total of thirty-six strikes, the belt was offered to Hikaru, who politely declined. Akane didn't even notice at first that there was no immediate resumption of her ordeal. The tears were flowing endlessly from reddened eyes, and she was no longer making any attempt to keep silent, openly sobbing into her underpants. Her bottom was a fiery red, with lines of welts. Her hips were rolling from side to side, unable to achieve any other maneuver, but drawing the eye to her blushing labia and the way they would part with the movements.

There was a flash of light as Hikaru recorded the image at Michio's direction. Akane was too far gone at the moment to notice. The other boys took turns caressing her reddened ass, reveling in the heat it was giving off, and that she was making no protest regarding their touch. After a few minutes, though, Akane started on the road to regaining her composure, realized what was happening, and jerked her bottom in quick spasms attempting to get away from their hands. Needless to say, she could not.

“Time for the next act,” Michio announced, loosening Akane's jumper in back. Motioning to the boys holding her arms to lift her, Akane was hoisted to a standing position. She writhed in a token gesture, knowing it was pointless, having already deduced that all of these boys had somehow become stronger, much stronger, than her. For a moment she felt her shame diminish as the skirt slid back down, covering her hips.

Then the jumper was being pulled down off of her shoulders. Hands shifted position on her arms as it was taken down, and the uniform fell into a pile at her feet. Akane was mortified to realize that not only her rear was now in view, but also that the boys facing her had an unobstructed view of the black triangle of hair in her front. She didn't have long to wait, however, before her concerns were greatly increased.

Michio stepped around in front of her and unbuttoned her blouse, one button at a time. On reaching the bottom he took the two sides and pulled them open, showing the cups of her bra and leaving the rest of her front bare. Useless as it was, Akane tried to struggle some more. The blouse slid down her arms just like the jumper, and fell to join it on the floor.

As a boy behind her tugged at her bra and the hooks came loose, Akane finally admitted that these evil perverts really were going to go through with this, that they weren't going to just call it quits after the humiliation of beating her. She was going to be raped, and there was nothing she could do to stop them. She refused to give them the satisfaction of screaming or crying, electing only to close her eyes so as not to look upon them. If only this was a story, she found herself thinking, Ranma would show up, right now, at the last minute, his strength back, and he'd save me. Ranma, where are you? Why aren't you here? Why is this happening to me?

Michio eased Akane's bra down her arms, taking a deep breath as her rosy nipples came into view. The bra was tossed to the floor with the rest of her clothes. As an afterthought, Tanjiro knelt and yanked off her slippers and socks, leaving Akane completely naked. Then the boys just stood there, taking in the view.

This stillness didn't last long. Hands reached out, touching her, caressing her. She couldn't get away from them. Hands enclosed her tits, squeezing. Fingers brushed over her nipples, and tugged at them. Hands ran over her ass once more. Fingers combed through the silky hairs of her sex. A hand pushed its way between her thighs, its forefinger tracing along her slit.

After several minutes of this Katsuo walked back to the the classroom door and picked up the bundle he'd dropped there. He unrolled it at the front of the classroom, beside the teacher's desk, revealing a mat. Akane looked at it in terrified resignation. She was tugged toward it, despite her scrabbling feet.

Akane found herself hyperventilating as they lowered her onto her back. Ranma? Please? Now would be a good time to show up! Michio leaned over her, holding a handkerchief. He spit on it, then roughly scrubbed at her face, cleaning her from the aftereffects of her whipping.

“We're going to take some pictures,” he informed her, “and we want you to look nice. Now, I'm going to take those panties out of your mouth, but if you make any noise at all you're going to regret it. Understand? Don't be stupid, Tendo-san. This is gonna happen, no matter what, and you'd better just focus on not getting hurt.”

At a nod of his head Tanjiro pulled out a pocketknife and cut through the knot of the ribbon at the back of Akane's head. Michio unwound the ribbon, and pulled the damp panties out of her mouth. The instant it was clear Akane tried to scream, although she found the effect hampered by the dryness of her throat.

Michio slapped her casually and forced his hand over her mouth, cutting the sound short. He shook his head, then he grabbed her nipple and yanked on it, twisting brutally. Akane tried to scream, but his hand choked off most of the sound. He asked, “You ready to behave?” Receiving no response he twisted the same nipple again, even harder, producing a harder attempt to scream which left Akane's throat feeling raw. “Let me try again,” Michio said. “Are you gonna keep quiet?”

A feeling of despair overwhelmed Akane. There was no escape, no hope. No one was going to save her. She closed her eyes and gave the tiniest of nods. Satisfied, Michio lifted his hand, watching her warily. For the barest moment Akane considered trying again, but knew that it was useless. Her muscles slackened with her despair.

Michio told two of the boys who were standing there free to grab her legs and pull them wide apart. Akane bit her lip, trying not to weep, trying not to imagine the lewd image which she was presenting to them. Following orders, Hikaru snapped a photograph, making sure that nothing of the boys beyond their hands showed in it.

Michio reached down, pressing his fingertips to either side of Akane's slit. He spread her open as everyone drank in the sight. Lifting his forefingers, he pressed them to the inner folds of skin, opening those as well. He made sure to spread her very wide, exposing everything to view.

Takeo pointed at Akane's vagina. “What the hell is that?” he asked.

Tanjiro leaned closer, inspecting the thin, filmy tissue at its entrance. “I'll be damned,” he said, “it's her hymen. You'd think she'd have lost that a long time ago.” Akane, wishing that she could faint and lose consciousness, thought she might die of shame.

Takeo made a funny face. “So that's a hymen, huh?” He looked up. “What the hell you mean, ‘lost it a long time ago.’ You thought she wasn't a virgin?”

“No, moron,” Tanjiro sneered. “Ranma's too gay to've popped her, and she damn sure wouldn't have let anyone else fuck her back when she could fight 'em off. I'm just surprised she didn't tear it long ago, doing her martial arts.”

“I wish she had,” Michio muttered.

Takeo looked at him in surprise. “You don't want to take her cherry?” He sounded sincerely puzzled.

Michio gave him a nasty look. “Hell yeah, I'm gonna take her virginity. But I got no particular craving to get blood on my dick.”

“So let someone else go first,” Takeo suggested, a little too eagerly.

“Piss off, asshole,” was Michio's response. “This scheme was my idea, and I'm going first. And for the rest of her life, little Akane-chan is always going to know that Michio Yuzuki is the man who took her virginity. There ain't nothing she'll ever be able to do to change that. When she's an old woman with great grandkids running around, she's still gonna have nightmares where she remembers the feel of my cock drilling into her for the first time.”

Akane shuddered on hearing these words, wishing that she could doubt the truth in them. The door's going to burst open, and Ranma's going to jump into the room and kill them. Or daddy. Or Ryoga-kun. Or somebody. ... Please?

“Hikaru,” Michio ordered, “get a nice picture of this. Make sure everyone can see her hymen, and make sure her face is in the photograph and easy to identify. We'll call this picture ‘before,’ and at least it proves she's a virgin. And the ‘after’ picture will prove she ain't one any more.”

An unexpected pinch on Akane's side caused her eyes to open. That's when the camera flashed, recording the image for posterity. Michio finally released his grip on her genitals. Her legs, however, were still held wide apart.

Michio pulled a tube out of his pocket, causing one of his companions to ask what it was. “KY,” he answered, squeezing some out onto his finger. He started sliding the finger between her folds, concentrating on the opening of her vagina. “She ain't all that wet, and I ain't shoving my cock into a dry cunt. Not that I care all that much if it hurts her. It's bound to anyway. But I ain't a masochist, and I'm not gonna risk hurting myself.”

Akane tried pulling her hips away from the probing finger, but he just followed her movements, not even caring about her lack of cooperation. Then he stood up and dropped his pants, followed by his boxers. Akane got one look at his cock, standing at attention, and shut her eyes tightly.

This was it, she knew. This was the last moment, the last chance. Ranma? her mind begged one last time. Akane felt a body press down against her belly. She felt something sliding up and down along her pussy, probing for the opening. She tried to squirm, to make it more difficult, but a couple of spare hands grabbed her upper thighs, holding her in place. She felt a pressure settle at her entrance.

No ... she begged the universe.

Fire stabbed between Akane's legs as Michio lunged forward. She was unable to prevent herself from giving an agonized shriek, but no one seemed to care. He hesitated, then shoved forward again, and more pain erupted within her. Then she felt him pressed against her mound, and knew that he was fully inside her passage. At that point he paused, perhaps relishing that very fact.

Akane couldn't help herself, she started crying. Tears rolled from her eyes, and whimpering sobs came from her mouth. Again no one seemed to care about the sounds she was making. Truth be told, they were probably enjoying them.

I'm being raped, Akane cried to herself. I should have been able to stop him, and I couldn't, and now he's, he's, fucking me. I'm not a virgin anymore. I'll never be a virgin again. It was supposed to be Ranma, on our wedding night. Instead Ranma's going to come home, and I'm going to have to stand in front of him, and I'm going to have to tell him that another man fucked me. All because I was too weak to stop him.

Michio was holding still, savoring the moment. It felt absolutely fantastic to know that he was buried to the hilt in Akane Tendo's cunt. He pulled his body up enough that everyone could clearly see the lips of her pussy spread around the base of his cock. Looking up at Hikaru he grunted, “Take a photo.”

From behind her closed eyelids, Akane saw a flash of light, and knew that her rapist's order had been obeyed. More humiliation washed over her knowing that the photograph would show his penis penetrating her body. There was also no reason to doubt that her face was visible in the photo again, making it clear just who was lying there being fucked.

Michio finally pulled back, stopping with only the head of his prick still inside her opening. Then he pushed forward again, loving the feeling of her tight pussy on his cock, and almost laughing at the involuntary groan forced from Akane between her little sobs. Still holding himself above her, Michio pulled out again, then looked down and saw streaks of red on his penis.

Looking closer and checking the view from both left and right as best he could, Michio saw a couple of thin lines of blood running down Akane's ass and making a small stain on the mat beneath her. Holding only the tip of his prick just within her, he looked up at Hikaru again and said, “Take another picture. If I gotta get bloody, we might as well have photographic proof that I popped her cherry.”

Akane didn't know how much more humiliation, and pain, and rage, and despair, she could possibly take. A flash of light informed her that the photograph was indeed taken, and she wondered just what this evil piece of scum was planning to do with all of those photographs. Not that there was much she could do about it at the moment. Later, though. Later there was going to be a reckoning, she promised herself.

Michio proceeded to fuck Akane in long smooth strokes, taking his time. It was the most wonderful thing he had ever felt, not merely the sex but the power of forcing this on her, and he was determined to make it last. It was a foregone conclusion, however, that he would not last forever, and indeed only managed a couple of minutes. His motions increased in speed, forcing additional whimpers from Akane as he rammed his cock within her. Then he froze, thrusting forward as far as he could, a long groan escaping his throat as his cock spasmed. Jet after jet of hot jism coated the far end of Akane's cunt.

Lying underneath him, realizing what was happening, Akane's eyelids pressed together harder and a mental scream tore through her mind. The act of the rape itself, and the knowledge of the loss of her virginity, those had both been horrible. But now she was forced to know that her rapist's semen, filled with his sperm, was lying deep inside her body. She wondered how her eyes could find more tears to cry, yet they managed to do so, the water running out from between the closed lids.

With a sigh of utter satisfaction Michio slowly withdrew his shaft. He smiled at the glistening appearance of Akane's labia, while acknowledging intellectually that it was probably just, or at least mostly, the KY. He was also amused to see that her opening still gaped slightly, evidence of his recent intrusion into that most holy of places. With a frown he noticed the red streaks and stain, starting to darken, and took note of the slimy mess on his prick.

Looking around, he smiled and lifted Akane's panties, tickled once more by the little strawberries printed on them. However, he hesitated before wiping himself clean. With a nod, Michio instead stuffed the panties into his pocket, choosing to keep them as a souvenir. Lifting her cotton bra, he carefully used the insides of the cups to wipe his penis clean of the blood and other fluids, before dropping it back to the floor.

In the meantime, Takeo was already positioning himself above Akane.

She lay there, wishing various violent deaths on these boys. Michio had finally finished with her, but Akane knew all too well that her ordeal was not over. There was no way that the others would not insist on taking their turns as well. This was confirmed a few seconds later when she felt another boy's body pressing down upon her.

With the way already prepared Takeo had little trouble inserting himself. The moment he successfully lined up with her entrance, he plowed all the way in, nearly climaxing on the spot. A heavenly “Oh shit!” escaped him. He began pumping in and out in ecstasy. A virgin himself before this moment, Takeo only made it to the sixth stroke before he stiffened, and his own cum joined that of his friend at the bottom of Akane's vagina.

Raiden was lucky number three. He shoved himself inside and then began ramming himself into her cunt rapid fire, his balls slapping against her ass. He kept this up for over a minute before he roared his victory. A third load of jism was deposited deep inside Akane.

Tanjiro stepped forward. “Turn her over,” he said. “Get her up on her knees. I'm going to take her like the bitch she is.”

Wishing that she could somehow lose consciousness and miss the rest of her torture, Akane felt herself lifted and turned over. The hands holding her arms kept her face pressed against the mat. The hands gripping her legs lifted her ass into the air and spread her knees. She had thought she was beyond shame, but the lewdness of her present position showed her that she was not. It was even worse when a flash of light informed her that the camera had made a permanent record of her pose.

Some seconds earlier as Tanjiro had knelt behind Akane, he and the other boys saw a whitish gooey blob appear at her swollen hole. Oozing out, it had trailed down her slit until it mixed into the hairs on her mound. Tanjiro had frowned in displeasure at the thought of his prick coming in contact with the other guys' cum, but then shrugged philosophically. Such an outcome had been inherent in the lower valued playing card he had drawn from the deck which assigned him to fourth place, and whether he saw it or not would not change the fact her insides must be coated with spunk by now.

So he merely waved to Hikaru, and the flash of the camera recorded the sight of Akane's ass in the air, her pussy gaping open behind. The thin trail of semen emerging from her cunt would be clearly visible in the photo, proving that the boys who had already taken her had left their seed within.

The preliminaries thus dealt with, Tanjiro slid his cock into Akane's pussy, ignoring her muffled, helpless cry as he pressed against her abused flesh. Like Michio, he began a steady rhythm, intending to make this last, and further hoping to show up the others by lasting somewhat longer than they had managed.

Watching the older boy carry out the fourth rape, Michio found himself growing hard again. He toyed with the idea of taking another turn after the others were finished, but then had a better idea. Moving around to kneel in front of Akane, he order the boys holding her arms down, “Lift her up so that her hands are on the floor. I want her face up in the air.”

Guessing Michio's intent, Tanjiro made no objection. Akane was quickly lifted, and grips on her wrists and upper arms held her firmly in place, head hanging, hair hiding her face. As they watched drops of water fell from somewhere behind the curtain of hair, plunking down one by one to soak into the mat.

Michio grabbed Akane's hair, pulling her head back so that her face was in front of him. Before the startled girl could guess what he was doing, he shoved his cock between her slightly parted lips and well into her mouth. Akane choked, gagging, and tried to bite down on the intruder.

This had no effect except to irritate the boy, the weakness moxibustion preventing her from exerting enough force to cause him any harm. A hard slap to the left side of her face sent Akane's head swinging to the side, a loud cry forced from her lips and even more tears spilling from her eyes. A red hand print formed instantly where she had been struck.

Michio grabbed her by the hair again, twisting it to cause her pain, and yanking her head up to face him. He leaned down, hissing, “Listen bitch! You can't hurt me by biting, but if you try again I'll make the whipping you got earlier seem like you were getting stroked with feathers! Now I'm gonna stick my cock back in your mouth, and you're gonna be a good little girl and give me a nice blowjob. Or you're going to regret it.”

He frowned as he pressed the head of his cock against her tightly compressed lips. Rather than forcing past, he reached down and pinched her nose closed, until she opened her mouth to gasp for air. Michio slid himself between her lips in the same instant. She didn't bite again, but his face grew angry as she did nothing else either.

Careful not to pull himself out of her mouth, Michio leaned over and reached underneath Akane. A quick brush along the yielding flesh of her tit and his fingers found her nipple, the same one he had tortured before. Pinching suddenly with thumb and forefinger, he yanked down hard, extending her tit into a cone and causing Akane to scream around his cock. He then twisted viciously, eliciting another scream.

Letting go, he threatened, “Start sucking, bitch!” When she still refused he repeated the process, torturing the same nipple yet again, holding it even longer. Although Akane's teeth closed again in her agony, Michio ignored this as it caused him no pain, concentrating instead on the pain he was giving her. Letting go at last, he informed her cruelly, “I can keep this up all day if you like.”

Hearing the sincerity in his words, feeling herself being pushed back and forth by the cock pumping into her from behind, Akane crumbled in defeat. As Michio started to lean forward again, she quickly sucked, her lips tightening around his shaft. Unsure what else to do, she tried to keep up a steady pressure.

Hikaru, unbidden, stepped to the side and snapped another picture. It clearly showed the indentation of Akane's cheeks, making it obvious that she was sucking vigorously on the penis embedded in her mouth. Her lips were pressed seductively around its circumference, her nose almost touching the outer ends of the coarse hairs growing above its base.

Michio commanded, “Press your tongue against my cock, you stupid cunt,” and pressed his hand against the side of her tit in warning. Feeling hopeless, Akane did as she was ordered, tasting the skin of his penis rubbing along the surface of her tongue.

Rather than bother trying to convince the inexperienced cocksucker to move her mouth back and forth along his prick, Michio simply used the hand still holding her by the hair to force her entire head up and down. Having already surrendered, Akane kept up the suction and the pressure with her tongue. From behind her came a grunt and Tanjiro filled Akane with another dose of teenage cum, having lasted a proud four minutes inside her.

As Kaori knelt and started fucking Akane, Hikaru watched lustfully, noticing the traces of white spunk oozing out around his prick and sliding down Akane's legs and belly before dripping to the mat. He raised the camera to his face and took another photograph.

Akane was sunk in black despair. In her mind's eye she saw Ranma watching her, scowling at her behavior. She was a martial artist, far better than any of these boys, yet she had not fought them off. She was letting them fuck her. There were penises in her, one in her pussy and another in her mouth. Her conviction that she would die before sucking on the penis in her mouth had not lasted even two minutes under the pain the bastard had inflicted on her. If Ranma was standing there, he could not fail to see the indentation of her cheeks, to know that she was in fact sucking on a boy's penis. Would he believe that she had no choice? Or would he think her a slut for giving in, for failing to escape?

Michio was suddenly grunting, and his cock jerked in her mouth. Something warm and salty spat onto her palate and the insides of her cheeks. Akane fought not to retch or bite down at the thought that this evil pervert's semen was pooling on her tongue.

Michio leaned down. “No one told you to stop sucking, Tendo-san. Keep sucking, drain me dry, and swallow every drop. Or else.” His hand moved down her side and then underneath, caressing the swell of her hanging tit.

Scared to refuse, Akane resumed sucking. The gelatinous material slid down her throat, almost making her gag at the thought of what she was taking into her stomach. She trembled as her mind insisted on dwelling upon the notion that she was going to digest all of his sperm, that in doing so it would become part of her body. He pulled his cock out against her suction, making a popping sound when it came free. The mushroom head of his prick pulled a little extra jism out with it, where it slid down her chin before dripping off to the mat below.

Takeo wasted no time jumping forward and thrusting his own cock into Akane's mouth. He immediately ordered her to start sucking, and despite the ache forming in her jaw Akane surrendered and obeyed. She began to fear she might get whiplash from the way he was yanking her head up and down.

Kaori started pistoning back and forth very rapidly, his belly slapping against Akane's still red ass. With a howl he came, shoving forward and emptying his cock inside of her. In his mind, Kaori was certain that he must have completely filled her with his cum, and was disappointed when he pulled out and saw only a dribble rather than a flood emerge from her battered cunt.

Having waited so long, Katsuo pushed Kaori out of the way, aimed himself at the gaping hole in front of him, and filled Akane's cunt yet again with his own cock. Gleefully starting his own rape, he saw Takeo jerk forward, mashing his belly to Akane's nose, and heard him ordering her to “swallow it all.”

When Katsuo dumped the sixth load of semen inside Akane's well used vagina, she was in the process of sucking on Raiden's thick prick. Pulling out in fatigued satisfaction, he entertained the thought that her jaw was going to ache like fire stretching itself around that particular piece of meat. Not that he cared.

Michio spoke up. “Hand me the camera there, Hikaru. Then go ahead and take your own turn.”

Gosunkugi looked like he was thinking it over, but his obsession and his own share of animal lust made the decision for him. Passing his camera to the ringleader, Hikaru undid his belt and dropped his pants and boxers. The other boys whistled in awe. Standing out proudly from his crotch was a cock thicker than Raiden's and some twenty-five centimeters long.

Tanjiro bowed, almost as if he were making a prayer. Coming back to a standing position he said, “I'm glad you went last. After fucking her with that battering ram, she'll be too loose for anyone else to enjoy.”

Akane, her lips still wrapped around Raiden's prick, wasn't sure what the hell the boys were talking about. But it didn't sound good.

Hikaru knelt, shaking in disbelief at what he was about to do. Forget talking to Akane! Forget going on a date with her! He was about to fuck Akane Tendo! Amazed at his own audacity, he reached forward and ran his fingers up and down her now slick slit. He found her clitoris and rubbed at it, bringing an anguished groan from the girl in front of him and raucous laughter from the other boys. Unable to hold back, he lined himself up then pushed forward. His cock spread the walls of her cunt, sliding forward centimeter by centimeter. When it was halfway in, Akane started helplessly moaning, a moan which continued until he bottomed out within her, five centimeters at the base of his shaft still protruding outside.

As Hikaru slowly and ecstatically screwed Akane, Raiden stiffened and gave her another taste of cum. Tanjiro followed and also gave Akane a mouthful of cum while Hikaru was still sliding in and out. Kaori took his place in her mouth, determined to last until after old Voodoo Spike came, but couldn't manage, staring in disbelief at the boy fucking her as he himself released down her throat.

Katsuo stepped up and knelt before Akane, shaking his head. He tried to ignore Hikaru, concentrating on his own pleasure. Before long he felt the pressure building. Unable to hold back he groaned his pleasure and poured another sizable dollop of jism into Akane's waiting mouth. At the same instant Hikaru practically screamed, ramming Akane forward hard enough to shove Katsuo's prick into her throat. Hikaru pumped spurt after spurt of cum into Akane's cunt, which given the massive rod already filling it had no room to contain the load. Glob after glob of cum leaked out around the sides of Hikaru's cock as he spasmed back and forth within her for a full minute.

When Hikaru pulled out of her pussy, a flood of jism followed. Several of the boys who were watching just said, “Damn!” while shaking their heads. Snapping out of his own frozen posture, Michio lifted the camera quickly and took a photograph.

Nodding toward the other boy's crotch, Michio suggested compassionately, “Don't suppose you're gonna be ready to get that monster sucked anytime soon, are you?”

Hikaru looked down at his iron hard rod, then looked back up. “I think I'm ready now,” he suggested tentatively.

His face expressing disbelief, Michio merely held his arm out and gestured in a “be my guest” sort of way.

Hikaru knelt down in front of Akane, his prick carelessly slapping against the side of her face. The boy took her hair in his hand, trying to be a little more gentle than the others had been. He pulled back, making Akane lift her face up to look at him, or rather, she would have been looking at him if her eyes were open. He held her like that and waited.

After a minute, not knowing what was going on, Akane opened her eyes. What she saw was Hikaru “Voodoo Spike” Gosunkugi looking down at her, a leering grin on the mouth underneath the dark circles of his eyes. Before she could close her eyes again Hikaru lunged forward, pushing more than a third of his long cock past her lips.

Practically hypnotized by the long ordeal, Akane did not even wait for the command. She closed her eyes and began sucking, pressing her tongue firmly to the length of the boy's penis. As she felt his hand tug on her hair Akane began moving her mouth up and down along his cock, not even noticing that Hikaru was giving only the barest of pulls in each direction.

Michio noticed though. Grinning he snapped another picture, showing Akane giving a blowjob to Hikaru Gosunkugi, this time including the boy's face in the photograph. Then he knelt down at Akane's side, putting his mouth near her head.

Whispering, Michio told her, “You're turning into a real cocksucker there, Akane-chan. I guess you really like having your mouth filled with man meat, huh?”

Akane wanted to shake her head but couldn't, trapped by the up and down motion along the prick. She wanted to glare, but couldn't do that either without opening her eyes, which she did not wish to do. This left her with giving him a grimace, an expression which utterly failed to convey its meaning given the way her lips were stretched around the thick penis.

Tanjiro had his own thoughts on further humiliating their victim. Picking up the tube of KY from where Michio had dropped it earlier, he squeezed a little out onto his finger and moved behind Akane. A touch on her clitoris brought a tiny squeal from the abused girl. Avoiding further direct contact, Tanjiro began caressing slowly alongside her clit, pressing lightly against its hood, stroking and tugging gently on her inner labia. His goal was of course not to be nice to Akane, but to try to stimulate her as a means to force her to feel greater shame.

Akane tried to ignore the gentle strokes caressing her previously private parts. It was difficult, however, and she was forced to acknowledge that the asshole had an unfortunately skilled touch. He was causing physical sensations similar to the ones she was accustomed to feeling from her own fingers, in the darkness of her room at night. Luckily, or so Akane told herself, she was too filled with hatred and rage for those sensations to have much effect.

Michio whispered some more, right beside her ear. “You know that dick in your mouth is the last one, don't you? Just think, as soon as you swallow his cum we're finally going to let you go.”

Akane tried to ignore the gloating voice, but this statement appealed to an almost instinct level response within her. There was no question she wanted to get away from these evil bastards. She wanted it badly. Very, very badly. It was hard not to let this translate into a desire to get the boy she was sucking to orgasm in her mouth.

Tanjiro noticed with satisfaction that the clitoris with which he was playing had lengthened somewhat, standing out more visibly. Akane seemed to be trying to pull away from his fingers, though without notable success.

Michio's evil whispers went on. “If you were to suck just a bit harder, maybe use your tongue a little more, he might cum sooner. Then it would be over with. Or don't you want to get away?”

Shut up you pervert! Akane screamed in her head. Unfortunately her mouth was too full of cock to scream it aloud. The hell of it was, she felt a temptation to do as he said, to try to get this over with as fast as possible. She wished they'd release her hands and let her cover her ears.

The fingers behind her continued their damnable efforts, and with a start Akane realized that she had begun a small but rhythmic movement of her ass. She froze immediately, but her face burned as her sudden halt brought a snicker from behind her.

I need to get out of here! she wailed to herself. Get away! Why won't Gosunkugi-kun finish?! Growing desperate, Akane tried surreptitiously to slide her tongue a little more as her mouth continued its up and down motion. It was an almost unconscious act, and she tried to keep the motion small to prevent anyone from noticing.

Tanjiro and the boys watching his actions were amused to see that Akane's ass had resumed its small rhythmic motions in accompaniment to his caresses, apparently without her realizing. He concentrated on inducing as much pleasurable stimulation as possible, staying well clear of the inflamed flesh around the opening of her vagina.

“I guess you really like giving blowjobs, huh? The way you're drawing this one out.” Michio made sure the amusement in his whisper was clear. “I wonder what Ranma would say if he could see you now? If he knew you'd taken seven cocks up your cunt and down your throat?”

Akane almost broke down sobbing again as these words invaded her ears. She already blamed herself for not being able to stop their attack. Would Ranma blame her as well? Would he look at her with disgust for what she had allowed them to do to her? Would he tell her that someone who called herself a martial artist but couldn't defeat such low lifes deserved whatever happened to her?

Akane noticed her ass was moving again and stopped, tensing her leg muscles to hold still. She realized in horror that it was taking a conscious effort not to shift and tremble under the caresses. That she was becoming aroused, even if the arousal was purely physical and not mental. She jerked against the hands holding her, completely uselessly.

I have to get away! she yelled to herself. I have to get away now! Right now! Without conscious thought or planning Akane started moving her head faster, up and down, up and down, her mouth engulfing and sucking hard on Hikaru's shaft.

Smiling in pleasure, Hikaru lifted his hand from Akane's hair. She continued her motions without pause. Smiling just as broadly, Michio lifted the camera and snapped another photograph.

Michio leaned in and whispered again. “You know what people will say if they find out, don't you? They'll say, ‘She probably deserved it.’ They'll say, ‘She must have wanted it.’ They'll say, ‘Her poor father. To have her shame her family like that.’ Other girls at school will point and say, ‘Her? That's Akane Tendo. Everyone knows she's a slut.’ That's what they'll say if they find out.”

Oh how Akane wished she could shut out the hated whispers! She felt like they were clawing her, somewhere inside. She'd heard such things before. Read newspaper and magazine articles which bemoaned the way that Japanese culture further victimized the victims of sexual crimes. Would people react that way if they knew? Would they say such things? Maybe, a tiny, timid voice whispered inside of her.

Her mouth moved faster, trying to put an end to this. Her ass was moving once again, more noticeably than before. More noticeably to the boys, at least, for she had not yet noticed, herself.

Katsuo was on Akane's right side, holding the calf of her leg down to the mat with one hand. Amused at what Tanjiro was doing, the boy slipped a hand under Akane's chest and began tracing his fingers gently across her tit, the one Michio hadn't tortured. Every few seconds he'd brush a fingertip lightly against her stiff nipple.

Akane was becoming frantic. Her arousal was increasing. She didn't think she could bear it if she had an orgasm under the touch of her rapists. No decent girl could possibly react like that, could she? She realized she was moving her ass again, and this time she couldn't keep it still. Her thoughts were cloudy, unable to think clearly. Almost in a state of panic, knowing only that she had to finish this and escape, Akane gave up all pretense and began moving her tongue vigorously against Hikaru's cock. Her strong suction produced noises as little bits of air were sucked in past her lips. The boys were smirking at one another, but her closed eyes didn't see.

Experimentally, Tanjiro removed his fingers. Akane's ass involuntarily followed them, seeking to renew the contact. He began placing occasional tiny caresses directly on her clitoris, each time invoking a moaning grunt from her throat.

Michio whispered again, “You're going to cum, aren't you? It must feel really good, huh? I guess you really like having someone play with your pussy after he raped you. Face it, Akane-chan, you're nothing but a slut.”

She tried to shake her head but couldn't, moaning every few seconds, her hips now bucking back and forth. She was trying to focus all of her attention on the task her mouth was performing, trying to make Hikaru cum and put an end to this. Trying to stop the ordeal before her traitorous body thoroughly humiliated her by having an orgasm.

Michio idly took another photograph, then whispered into her ear. “Maybe I'll grab your head and make you hold still. Not let you finish that blowjob until after you cum yourself. How about it?” He saw a slight movement as if she were trying to shake her head. Grinning madly, he grabbed Akane by the hair and pulled her up and off of Hikaru's prick.

“Hey!” Hikaru complained, thrusting his hips forward to bang the tip of his dick against Akane's chin.

“No ... no ... no ...,” Akane muttered in rhythm with the thrusts of her ass, straining her head to try to get her lips back around the cock in front of her. She was getting close, she could feel it. She wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. In her confused mind, Akane was sure that if she could just make this last boy cum, then the others would release her, not force this final humiliation on her. It was a race, and she was scared she was losing. And now she was being forced to lose.

“Say ‘please,’ Akane-chan,” Michio demanded viciously.

Akane nearly screamed. She swore she would kill Michio Yuzuki. Hunt him down and cut him into little pieces, a bit at a time.

But at the moment she was about to climax. Anything was better than that, than having an orgasm at the hands of a rapist. “Please,” she whispered, brokenly, another tear breaking free to roll down her face.

“Say ‘Please let me suck his cock.’”

Akane whimpered, but was almost out of time. “Please ... let me ...”

She stopped there. Michio shook her head by the hair and repeated, “Say ‘Please let me suck his cock.’”

More tears slipped from her eyes, but Akane whispered, “Please ... let me ... suck his cock.”

Michio grinned, almost cackling. He considered forcing her to say more, making her call herself a slut, but she was clearly only moments from coming. So he just said, “If that's what you want,” and pushed her head down, forcing her mouth to engulf Hikaru's prick.

Akane was now holding off the impending orgasm by sheer willpower alone. In total panic she sealed her lips around the shaft and sucked as hard as she could, running her tongue all over the penis. She bobbed her head up and down in rapid strokes.

Cum! Cum! Cum! Please cum! she begged internally. She was about to plunge over a cliff, and when she did there would be no stopping the fall.

Hearing Akane ask to suck his cock proved too much for Hikaru. He seized her by the hair and pumped himself violently in and out of her mouth as the massive organ spasmed. Ripples ran along its length signaling the surge of fluids about to burst forth.

At the same moment Akane's body bucked wildly and then went totally rigid. Her mouth opened helplessly, breaking the seal of her lips on Hikaru's prick, and she emitted a long, drawn out wail of ecstasy. Tanjiro kept his fingers pressed to her clitoris, magnifying the sensation. For several moments Akane's mind was totally blank, unable to think on the spectacle she was presenting.

As Akane's lips came loose from his cock and his own orgasm struck, Hikaru flashed to pieces of porn he had downloaded from the internet. Still holding Akane's head by her hair, he yanked himself out of her mouth, grabbing at the base of his prick with his hand. Pumping hard he shot one, two, three, four long ropes of cum to land in stripes across Akane's face, painting her from forehead to chin.

Michio had been holding himself ready as he saw Akane about to lose control and climax. He snapped a picture as it happened, capturing a look of extreme if involuntary pleasure on her face. By lucky chance, the photograph also caught the image of three lines of jism running parallel over her face, with a fourth in the air about to join them. As he lowered the camera and realized the full extent of the image he had just captured, Michio's grin widened until it stretched from ear to ear.

Bending close beside the still almost catatonic girl, Michio whispered in her ear, “Wow! That was a huge orgasm, Akane-chan! I guess you must really love everything we've done to you today, in order to cum that hard!”

Akane let her head fall, hanging low. Her chin trembled violently. She started sobbing in shame and humiliation, unable to believe that she had allowed herself to climax from the touch of her rapist. The thought that all of these evil bastards had seen her do so was mortifying beyond anything she could previously have contemplated.

“We done, man?” Katsuo wanted to know.

“Almost,” Michio confirmed. “We just need the ‘after’ picture. Flip the bitch over.”

The boys holding Akane rolled her crying, unprotesting form over to the side until she was on her back. They held down her arms and legs, although there hardly seemed any need as she wasn't putting up any kind of struggle. The pair gripping her legs spread them as far apart as they could. Michio leaned over and once again pressed his fingers to either side of Akane's slit, opening it wide.

Hikaru had retrieved his camera and now blissfully pointed and took a couple of final photographs. Examining the results on the LCD screen, he saw that the first showed all of her naked body except for the ends of her arms and legs. Akane's face could be made out quite clearly, despite the jism decorating it. The obscenely spread genitals showed a gaping vagina, the flesh around it somewhat red and inflamed. Of the earlier hymen there was no sign. A trickle of semen was leaking out of her cunt to ooze down over her asshole and pool on the mat below. The second photograph was merely a closeup shot of her pussy, in order to better see these details.

Michio snapped off commands, making sure this wrapped up the right way. “Hikaru, give Kaori the memory stick from that camera. Kaori, get it down to the computer lab and send us the copies. The rest of you take off and leave in different directions. And remember what I fucking told you! Any of you breathe a word of this to anybody, or show a single one of those photos to anyone else, and I'll fucking kill you myself. Now move!”

Akane barely reacted when she was released at last. What good, after all, would it do to run away now? Instead she rolled over on her side, stark naked, still weeping. Nausea roiled within her, and she wondered if she would vomit.

After the other boys left, locking the door again behind themselves, Michio stepped over and sat cross-legged on the mat beside Akane. Speaking conversationally, he told her, “It's my job to stay with you long enough for Kaori to download those photographs and email them to us. Not that I think you're up to trying anything, but it doesn't hurt to be sure.”

He smiled to himself at how well things had worked out. “Now I need to make sure you hear the next part, Tendo-san, so just say, ‘I'm listening.’ Okay?” After waiting a minute and hearing nothing but gradually slowing whimpers and sniffles, he slapped her ass, causing her to jerk and give a small cry. “Say, ‘I'm listening.’”

Gritting her teeth, wondering why he couldn't just leave her to die of her shame, Akane choked out, “I'm listening.”

Michio nodded. “Good. Now, you're probably worried about all those photographs we took. I promise you, no one is ever going to see those except for the seven of us who were here today, and a perverted cousin of mine down in Kobe. Who agreed to keep a backup copy of the photos in exchange for being able to look at the photos. The point is, you don't have to worry that anyone else will ever see them.”

He took a breath, then added, “Unless you decide to be a bad girl.”

Smirking slightly, Michio elaborated. “If you tell anyone else about this, your father, Nabiki, Ranma if he comes back, anybody, then we'll paste those pictures all over the internet. Tens of millions of men all over the world will jack off looking at 'em. A few of them might even track you down, figure out who you are and where you live.”

He leaned closer, his words dripping with malice, “There are some sick bastards out there Akane-chan. If any of them find you, they'll probably do things to you that make today look like a picnic in the park. And you won't be able to stop 'em. In case you ain't figured it out yet, you're as weak as a baby now, just like your boyfriend Ranma.”

Akane had been determined not to give him the satisfaction of responding to any of this, although she was feeling more and more trapped as he continued speaking. But this last sentence caused her to gasp, and she simply had to confirm what he was saying. “Th-the weakness mox-moxi-bustion?” Her voice came out as a hoarse whisper.

“That's right,” Michio replied cheerily. “I'd suggest you better figure out how to be real clever about hiding it, too. I can't vouch for what the other boys here at Furinkan will do if they figure it out. Of course, with Ranma and Kuno gone and you so weak, I'm probably the strongest fighter left. I might be willing to defend you if you asked politely.”

Akane's face twisted in raw hatred, before it was overwhelmed by fear.

“So that's the deal,” he summarized. “You don't tell anyone about what we did, about any of this, and those photos stay private. I can keep the others in line. Personally, I don't want to share you with any other perverts. Speaking of which ...”

Michio reached over lazily and buried his hand in Akane's hair, then closed his fingers, grabbing a handful. “The last part of the deal is that you gotta continue being ‘nice’ to us. Whenever we want. It's not like you can stop us, after all.” He lifted her by her hair, ignoring her squeal. He tugged her body around, and shoved Akane face down in his lap.

“I figure we oughta wait at least fifteen, twenty minutes to make sure Kaori has time to get the job done. I probably won't cum again, but I figure we can pass the time with a nice leisurely blowjob. Now you know I'm willing to hurt you if you don't cooperate, so you just open that cute little mouth of yours and start sucking. And I expect you to move your own head up and down without any help, just like you were doing for Gosunkugi-kun.”

Akane considered rebelling for only an instant, then surrendered. The truth was, she was too filled with despair and shame to mount any effective resistance right then, and the memory of the pain this evil monster had already inflicted on her was still very fresh. Hating herself for doing so almost as much as she hated the boy forcing this final act, Akane opened her mouth and wrapped it around his shaft. Applying suction, she slowly moved her head forward and back along his prick as she'd been ordered. She didn't even protest when he reached over and began lightly spanking her ass, clearly only amusing himself rather than making any real effort to cause her pain.

Akane wasn't sure how long she had lain there, although the shadows in the room were lengthening as the late autumn sun descended toward the horizon. She lay on her side on the bare floor, still naked, curled in a fetal position. Her eyes were dry and sore, unable to produce any further tears.

Twenty jaw aching minutes had passed before the most evil boy in the world had spurted another small amount of cum in her mouth, ordering her to swallow it. He'd then shoved her aside, pushed her off the mat entirely, before rolling it up. Dressing himself, he'd slung the mat over his shoulder and left the room without another word.

Akane had remained where she was, unmoving, crying until she couldn't cry any more. It felt like days had passed, but the sun told a different tale. It probably wasn't even five o'clock yet. Kasumi might not even be wondering about her, figuring she would have stopped at a friend's house or something before coming home.

The more she thought it over, the more trapped she felt. The thought of men all over the world looking at those photographs — the idea nearly made her vomit each time she considered it. She couldn't, absolutely couldn't, let that happen. Which meant that for now at least she would have to do as she'd been told, she couldn't dare tell anyone.

She was terrified at what else she might have to do in the coming days. Akane hadn't missed Michio's comment about “continuing to be ‘nice’ to them.”

Akane tried to close her mind to such thoughts. It was becoming apparent that simply lying here and waiting to die was not going to work. She would have to get up, get dressed, find her way home. Clean herself. Clean herself all over. Not that she expected it to do any good. Akane was quite sure that she was never going to feel clean again.

She slowly lifted herself from the floor and looked around, wincing at the various aches and pains. Apart from her nudity and the condition of her body, there was no sign of her recent defilement, the events which had transpired in this room. Akane wondered how she would be able to bear to come back here, to sit in this same classroom day after day, remembering what had happened here. She crawled over to her clothes, lying in an untidy pile on the floor.

Akane wanted to clean herself off before getting dressed, but there was nothing here she could use. She grimaced with distaste at the drying streaks of fluid running down her thighs, feeling more leaking out from ‘down there’ as she moved. It also felt like something was on her face. The young woman briefly considered wiping herself off with her clothes, but she didn't want to get such stains on them. As soon as she was dressed she'd run to the restroom down the hall and clean herself off.

She found her bra before her underpants and lifted it up. To her dismay she saw streaks inside the cups, and realized that one or more of the boys must have used it to wipe himself off. Shuddering, she dropped the garment, but then thought about walking home without a bra. Akane was already half convinced that people would be staring at her during that trip, somehow magically aware of her violation. She felt that going braless would emphasize her shame in some manner. Reluctantly, trying not to think about the contact, she hooked the bra around her body and fitted the cups into place. She winced slightly as the fabric touched the nipple her chief tormentor had tortured.

Picking up her blouse and jumper and shaking them thoroughly did not cause her panties to appear. Looking around, she could see no sign of the undergarment with which she had been gagged. Trembling, Akane walked around the room wearing only a bra, looking into each desk, searching any place else it might be hidden. In the end she was forced to conclude that one of the bastards must have stolen it, taken it as some sort of perverted ‘souvenir.’

Akane finished dressing quickly, buttoning her blouse, pulling her jumper over her head, tugging on her socks and sliding her feet into her slippers. All the while she tried to ignore the fluids seeping out of her and oozing along her thighs. At last she cracked open the door, took a look in both directions to confirm that the place was deserted, and dashed down the hall and into the girls' restroom.

Here she immediately stopped in front of the mirror and got a good look at herself. Akane nearly broke down again at the sight of her face. The eyes were red and puffy, of course, but what really tore at her was the drying residue covering her forehead, nose, cheeks, lips and chin. The amount was considerable, and she had no memory of it being done.

Grabbing a handful of paper towels intended for drying hands, Akane wet them in the sink and scrubbed at her face violently. This further reddened her skin, but made it more of an overall effect. At least it served to remove the ... reminder, she chose to call it in her mind, shying away from any more explicit description of its nature.

She wanted to clean her privates as well, then shook like a leaf at the thought that they weren't very ‘private’ any longer. It would also be good to do something about the feeling of gunk on her legs. Not wanting to struggle with holding the skirt up while trying to clean herself, Akane removed the jumper, leaving herself essentially naked below the waist.

She inhaled a breath of pain with a hiss as the rough, wet paper towel brushed against her abused genitals. Trying to ignore the pain, she concentrated on cleaning herself as best she could. Then she wiped the drying residue and fresh stains from her legs. More fluid was already oozing out, and Akane cursed whoever had stolen her underwear as she looked helplessly at the vending machine containing sanitary pads. Unable to do anything more she pulled on her jumper and left the room.

At her locker Akane pulled on her outdoor shoes and slipped her arms into the sleeves of her coat. It occurred to her, too late, that she could have left the bra off and no one outside would have been the wiser. Then again, she could hardly have left the bra in the classroom for someone to find, and doubted she could have brought herself to run down the hall carrying it in her hand.

Akane stepped out into the empty schoolyard, the only sign of others' presence the sound of sports teams practicing in the distance on the other side of the school. As she crossed the lawn, the girl realized that it was going to be very hard to hide what had happened. She was so sore between her legs that she couldn't walk normally. Also, the very motion of walking was causing something she'd rather not name to flow out of her and run down her thighs. By the time she arrived at the gate, some of it had reached her knees and she feared would soon be visible below the hem of her skirt.

Akane stopped just inside the gate, unsure at first what to do. She considered wiping at her legs with the inside of her skirt, but didn't know if it might soak through and appear on the outside as stains. At the same time she didn't have anything else she could use. Akane hung her head as one other possibility occurred to her.

Lifting her head back up and looking around to determine if anyone might be able to see her, Akane put her hands to her knees then slid them up her thighs under the skirt. Pulling her hands back out, she looked with disgust at what she had scooped up. She wiped her hands off on the wall, but even after doing so there was still a glistening, slimy sheen on her palms and fingers. Deciding that one more indignity could hardly make a difference, Akane stepped through the gate and turned down the sidewalk in the direction of home.

The walk home was every bit as bad as Akane had feared. The late afternoon street was crowded with pedestrians. Her gait was awkward, however much she tried to force herself to stroll along naturally, and Akane was certain in her own mind that every person she passed was staring at the way she walked and assuming that she had recently had sex. Which they would naturally further assume had been voluntary.

Even worse, more fluids were draining out of her and running down her legs, and there was nothing she could do about it. How much could they have possibly left in there? she cried out to herself in agony. Horrified, Akane felt some of it slide past her knees and down her calves, until it met the tops of her socks. Her face burned red with shame, thinking that people were sure to notice, and would guess from the amount that more than one boy had been involved. She kept her face down, not meeting anyone's eyes, praying that no one she knew would see her and believe that she had just willingly screwed several boys.

Akane would have been even more mortified to know that, every now and then, a drop would fall from under her skirt. Where it would land on the sidewalk as a wet spot between her feet. And that a couple of men walking behind her, their eyebrows raised, had in fact noticed this.

Akane slipped into her yard through the back gate instead of the front, and managed to sneak into the bathing room without attracting the attention of Kasumi or anyone else. She stripped quickly, tossing the blouse, jumper and socks into the laundry. The bra she intended to take somewhere later and burn.

Once in the inner room, Akane sat down on the stool to bathe herself, but broke down sobbing instead. Huge, gasping, dry sobs, because she had no more tears left with which to cry. Eventually she wore herself out and started washing. She scrubbed every square inch of her body three full times. Grimacing at the pain, Akane pushed a finger as far into her vagina as she could, trying to pull out as much of whatever was left in there as possible. She thought that later she might go out to a drugstore and buy a douche, hoping that it might help her to feel a little more clean afterward.

When she had scrubbed her body as much as she could bear, Akane lowered herself into the steaming water of the furo to soak her sore and aching body. One corner of her mind was tempted to let herself slide fully under the water and drown, but the larger part of her refused to accept such a fate. Instead she entertained herself with fantasies of finding someone who could break into her attackers' computers and delete the photographs they had, followed by the application of Nyanniichuan water and some means of sharing with them the experience they had forced on her.

And she tried not to think about Ranma. What he would say. Assuming he returned and she told him what had happened. He'd probably insult her — he always had before. Tell her that it was her fault, that she should have been able to fight them off. Why not? She'd been saying the same thing to herself since the attack started. If. If she told him. There was no reason to tell him, and every reason not to, but ... somehow she was convinced that he would know, or guess, or get it out of her some way. And he'd probably be too disgusted to ever look at her again. He'd go marry Ukyo, or Shampoo, or, really, anyone else.

Akane sank down further in the water, overwhelmed by despair. She remembered again what Michio had said to her, practically his final words. It wasn't over. He, probably the others as well, were going to make her ... do things. And she wouldn't be able to stop them. Wouldn't dare to stop them.

She tried not to think about it, but her traitorous mind's eye insisted on presenting her with image after image. On her knees in front of a boy, sucking on his cock. Swallowing a slimy load of semen down her throat. Bent over a desk, nude, while a boy stood behind her, fucking her. A boy thrusting himself inside of her and holding himself there, while his spasming cock injected her with a load of cum. Lying across a boy's lap, her ass bare, or maybe completely naked, being spanked. Having orgasms forced on her, for their amusement. She shuddered, praying that no one else would find out, that her continued debasement would at least be confined to those who had already raped her.

Akane closed her eyes. Ranma, please come home. I ... I need you. Even if you call me a slut and leave me forever, please help me first. Please help me stop them. Please help me get revenge. If you do, I'll do whatever you want after. I'll say good-bye if you want, even wish you well with Ukyo or one of the others. Or anything else. I swear on my honor as a martial artist, if you help me put an end to this and get my life back, I will do anything that you want! Anything!

And perhaps somewhere, in some manner, in a fashion Akane Tendo could not possibly have foreseen, her prayer might have been heard and an answer started on its course. Then again, it might not. The world's like that.

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