Moxibustion Violation 2

Chapter 2

At the sound of her alarm clock Akane reached up lazily and turned it off. Opening her eyes she saw the sun shining in through her window curtains, casting soft light over the entire room. She stretched her arms over her head, then sat up. Immediately she winced in pain at the ache between her legs.

All of the memories came flooding back to her. She'd been stripped, spanked, gang raped, forced to suck cocks and swallow semen. Photographs of her, horribly obscene photographs, were now in the possession of her rapists. If she told anyone what had happened, those photographs would appear on the internet to be seen by millions all over the world.

Worst of all, the boys who had done this had every intention of continuing to rape her. Any time they wanted.

Akane lay back down, feeling sick, wishing that she could go to sleep and never wake up again. Could she skip school? Today at least? Of course, there was that math test. But she could probably make that up. If she really had been sick she'd have to make it up. Not wanting to face the world, Akane rolled over on her side toward the wall, closing her eyes again.

That's where Kasumi found her fifteen minutes later. Her older sister walked into the room, calling, “Akane! Why are you still in bed? Didn't your alarm go off?”

Not wanting to look at her sister, fearing Kasumi might somehow see the shame in her eyes, Akane miserably said, “I'm not feeling very good.”

Kasumi knelt beside the bed and put a hand on her little sister's forehead. “You're not running a fever,” she stated curiously. “What seems to be the matter?”

“My head — my stomach feels sick.” Akane winced at the clumsy correction. It had occurred to her just as she started to speak that a headache might not be enough of an excuse to stay home.

Kasumi frowned. “Is it your head or your stomach?” After a moment's pause she added, “I remember you mentioning a math test today. Akane, you're not trying to skip school in order to get out of a test are you?”

“Um, no,” Akane answered truthfully. Unfortunately her expression came across as more than a little guilty.

“I think you're well enough to get up and have breakfast,” Kasumi decided. “Then we can talk.” She stood and left the room.

Akane finally made it down to the breakfast table, still in her pajamas. There she found herself subject to her oldest sister's scrutiny. She tried not to tremble nervously as she ate, while wondering if Kasumi could somehow psychically divine what had happened yesterday.

When Akane finished her meal, Kasumi turned to her with a tiny frown and asked, “You're not sick, are you?”

“I ...” Akane paused. She wasn't sure that she could bring herself to outright lie to Kasumi. Even if she did, she was absolutely certain the older girl would see through it. Miserably, Akane shook her head.

Kasumi sighed. “I thought not. Please go get ready for school. And good luck with the test today.”

Akane nodded and got up from the table silently. In her room she stripped out of her pajamas. Then she pulled off her underpants and detached the sanitary pad from them, trying not to look at the residue of the fluids it had absorbed. Throwing the pad into the trash, she stepped over to her dresser to get out fresh undergarments.

She stopped there for a minute, looking down at her nude body. Ranma had seen her body before, but at least until yesterday no other boy had. Now seven had seen her. They had done a lot more to her body than just see it. They had used it, played with it, taken their pleasure of it. She was no longer virgin. She would no longer be able to offer that precious gift to Ranma, if they married. Not that he was likely to ever want to marry her, not after this.

Brushing at the tear running down her cheek, Akane pulled out a bra and pair of panties and slipped them on. Next were her socks. She slipped her sleeves into a shirt and buttoned it, trying not to remember Michio's hands unbuttoning her shirt yesterday. Finally she pulled the jumper Kasumi had laundered last night over her head and fastened it in place. Preparations complete, she picked up her schoolbag from beside the desk, went downstairs, and sat down to put on her shoes.

Kasumi walked up holding out a piece of paper. “Just in case you are feeling a little under the weather,” her sister said. “It's a note excusing you from gym class. If you need to use it.”

Akane tried not to let her emotions show on her face as she took the note. In a burst of insight she had just realized that she didn't dare go to gym class. If she did, her weakened state would be abundantly obvious. But what was she going to do the next day? Unable to think of an answer right away, Akane thanked her sister, said good-bye, and left the house.

Akane's reluctant feet took her closer and closer to school, closer and closer to the impending moment when she would have to look upon the faces of her rapists. She concentrated hard on walking normally, a task made difficult by the continued pain of her thighs pressing against her sore pussy. However, her training had accustomed her to enduring soreness and aches, so she persevered and managed a sufficiently normal gait. It was likely that no one would notice her difficulty unless he already suspected the truth.

If the teenager had thought about it, she might have delayed leaving the house a little longer, or walked down the street a great deal more slowly. Instead she had left at the customary time, and walked only a little more slowly than normal. Without Ranma to delay her in leaving the house, she had been arriving at school fairly early of late. As she put her shoes and coat in her locker, she glanced at the clock on the wall to see that there were still twenty-five minutes to go before the bell for first period.

Akane strolled down the hall planning to go straight to her classroom, most of her attention focused on moving her legs normally. She was thus startled when a hand grasped her elbow, and she looked over to see that evil bastard Michio holding her arm. The blood drained from Akane's face as he pulled her around a corner and into the Nurse's office, locking the door behind them.

“Good thing the nurse doesn't get in until a half hour after classes start,” the boy said conversationally. “I got something here for you.”

“Just let me go. Please!” Akane begged.

Michio snorted. “Don't be stupid.” He pulled a couple of small items from his pocket, a pill bottle and a flat container of some sort. “I got an uncle who owns a pharmacy here in town, and who's willing to do a favor or two for me, no questions asked. What I got here,” he held the bottle up, “is a so-called ‘morning after’ pill, so you don't get pregnant from yesterday ...”

The leering boy snatched the bottle away from Akane's desperate grab.

“Just hang on,” he told her with a grin. Holding up the other container, he said, “This is a month's supply of oral contraceptives, so you'll be safe after today. Don't do anything to make me mad, and I'll get you a fresh batch every month.”

Standing there in front of him, Akane was hyperventilating. She realized in that moment that her subconscious had been utterly terrified that she might end up pregnant from yesterday's rape, but had somehow managed to suppress the thought. Until now. Now she was practically shaking in fear, scared to death that she might have a child fathered by one of these monsters, terrified of what people would think of her in a few months if her pregnancy was discovered. “Please,” she begged. “Please let me have it.”

Michio grinned widely, hearing her pleading tone. It dawned on him that this was what he was going to love most in the coming days. Not simply using her body. The real power rush was in making Akane debase and humiliate herself before him. He looked her in the eye and said one word, “Strip.”

Her chin started trembling violently. Trying to blink away tears, she shook her head from side to side, her mouth silently saying, “No.”

Michio turned away. “Suit yourself, Tendo-san. I'll just go flush these down the nearest commode.” He was unsurprised to feel her hand grip his sleeve before he'd taken a step.

He turned back with a raised eyebrow. Her voice quivering, Akane lowered her eyes and whispered, “Please. I'm ... I'm still sore ... really sore ... Please don't make me ...”

“You're sore?” he asked in mock surprise. “Where are you sore?” When Akane looked up at him in disbelief, Michio sneered and said, “Let me hear you tell me where you're sore.”

Gritting her teeth, Akane responded softly, “Down there.”

“Down there?” Michio questioned with another snort. “What the fuck is ‘down there’? If you're trying to keep me from doing something to make you more sore, you better tell me where the problem is. Otherwise I'm leaving.”

Taking a deep breath, Akane said with difficulty, “My vagina.”

“What about your vagina?” Michio wanted to know.

Akane almost hissed. “It's sore, damn you! My vagina is killing me because you raped me yesterday!”

Michio nodded. “I'm beginning to understand,” he said. “Trouble is, I got no idea what the fuck a ‘vagina’ is. I know words like ‘cunt’ and ‘pussy’ though. Maybe you meant one of them?”

Akane couldn't believe he was tormenting her like this, just to let her have the pill she needed so badly. With water leaking from the corners of her eyes, she breathed hard a couple of times, then said in a flat whisper, “My pussy is sore because you raped me yesterday. Will you please not do anything to me today, and please give me that pill?”

Michio chuckled, enjoying hearing her say something like that, though he planned to do worse. For now he told her, “Well, as a matter of fact, nobody's gonna fuck you for the next couple of days. Or stick anything else in your cunt. I already warned 'em for the sake of the couple of them who might be stupid enough to try. I reckon you'll be more fun if I give you the chance to heal first.”

Akane breathed in relief on hearing this.

Michio smiled at her expression, then ordered her, “Now strip!”

Her eyes flew open wide. “But ...!”

“Last chance before I walk out that door!” he snarled.

Swallowing hard, Akane pulled off her clothes one item at a time, piling them on the bed behind her. She hesitated at her underpants, but then slid them down her legs and stepped out of them, dropping them with the rest. Embarrassed, she stood naked in front of the boy, one hand over her dark bush and the other arm in front of her tits. Akane tried not to think about what else he might make her do.

Michio said, in a casual tone, “Are you trying to piss me off? Put your hands behind your head and show me everything.”

Embarrassed, humiliated, enraged, Akane did as she was told.

The boy stepped closer, putting his face near hers. In a voice only a little above a whisper, he told her, “I reckon you must be pretty scared that you might get pregnant, and that you probably want this pill I got pretty bad. And I'll give it to you, but first you gotta tell me something. I'm gonna give you one chance. If you don't tell me what I want then I'm walking out of here without looking back, and these pills are going down the sewer. You understand?”

Akane nodded, trying not to let either her anger or fear show.

Michio nodded as well. “Good. Here's what you got to tell me to get these pills. First, you're going to thank me for having everyone fuck you yesterday ...”

A word burst from Akane's mouth involuntarily. “No!”

Michio punched her in the gut, making her fold, choking. He grabbed her arms and pulled her upright again, forcing her arms back behind her head.

Then he continued speaking. “Second, you're gonna tell me how much you enjoyed it. Third, you're going to tell me you wish I'd done something like that to you a long time ago. I'll give you about half a minute, and then you better start talking.”

Akane was aghast. She couldn't imagine saying such things to the beast in front of her. At the same time she didn't dare let him destroy the pill the way he had threatened. As weak as she was, there was no way that she'd be able to wrestle it away from him. She had feared that he was going to order her to give him another blowjob. Now she almost wished that he had.

This was all because of how weak she was. If they hadn't used the weakness moxibustion on her, none of this would have happened. She had been cast in hell because of that. Akane wondered if these evil creatures might do something like this to other girls. What would stop them? It occurred to Akane that, if she couldn't escape this fate, just maybe she could ensure that no other girl would suffer it. She could make a sacrifice of herself for their sake.

“Can I ask you for something in return?” Akane whispered.

Curious, Michio asked, “What?”

Breathing deeply to calm herself, Akane said, “I assume you, one of you, found the pieces of the moxibustion chart. That that's how you ... did what you did. I want you to give it to me. I need to know you can't do this to anyone else. Then I'll do what you want.”

Michio thought about this. He didn't feel particularly interested in playing so rough with anyone else. Akane was the only girl he'd gotten so pissed off at. Besides, if he tried this trick more than once someone might catch on. Looking Akane in the eye, he asked, “You swear you'll say what I want?”

Closing her own eyes, Akane nodded.

Michio laughed. Reaching into his schoolbag he pulled out the heavily taped chart. Folding it along a particular line, he tore a tiny piece off. Looking around for a way to permanently dispose of it, he shrugged and popped it into his mouth, chewing for a second and swallowing. Seeing Akane's stare he gave a twisted smile and said, “Tore off the symbol for the weakness moxibustion. Don't want you turning around and trying to use it on me.” With that he dropped the sheet of paper on top of Akane's clothes.

Stepping back and folding his arms, he looked over Akane's naked body from head to toe. Meeting her eyes, he said, “Your turn. Let's hear it. And make it good.”

Akane couldn't believe she was about to do this. She knew that she was going to feel horribly unclean afterward. But she'd given her word. More importantly, she had a pretty good idea how badly he would hurt her if she tried to back out now, so she carefully thought over the three points he had told her to make, thinking of how to phrase it to satisfy him. When she was as ready as she was going to get Akane took a deep breath, brushed away tears from her face, and tried to close her ears to the words her mouth was about to speak.

“Thank you for ... for having everyone fuck me yesterday. And everything else you did. I'm sure I d-deserved it. Once it got started I ... really enjoyed it, although I ... I didn't want anyone to know at first. But you ... you saw yourself how ... how strong an or-orgasm I had. Now that it's over with, I wish ...” Akane ran down for a moment, sheer inertia having gotten her this far. Taking another breath, she finished, “I wish you'd done something like that to me a long time ago.”

Michio was surprised he didn't cum just from hearing Akane make that speech. Leering lustfully, he loosened his trousers and dropped them, tugging the boxers down after.

Akane took a half step back, staring. “But ... but you said ...”

“Don't worry. I'm gonna give you the damn pills,” Michio snarled. “But I never said I wouldn't do anything else. I'm hard as a rock, we still got more than ten minutes before class, and you are gonna get on your knees and give me a blowjob. Or else I'm going to smack you around. And you'd better make me cum before the bell rings.” He pointed to the floor in front of him. “Kneel!”

Looking at the clock nervously, knowing that it was absolutely futile to protest, Akane stepped in front of him and went down on her knees. More tears running down her face, she closed her eyes and put her mouth over his engorged cock. Closing her lips, Akane began to suck and move her tongue as they'd taught her. She slowly bobbed her head up and down along the shaft then, thinking about the shortness of time, increased her speed.

Michio was in heaven. He'd forced Akane Tendo to thoroughly humiliate herself with her own words, and now she was naked and on her knees, blowing him. And just minutes to go before the first bell, meaning that she would be sitting through her morning classes with the taste of his cum in her mouth. His excitement was rising quickly, and he knew he wasn't going to last long.

“By the way, Akane-chan,” he got out breathily, “I definitely wanted you to have these pills. Almost as bad as you did. I mean, I'd be amused if you got pregnant, but it would put an end to our fun when people found out.” He put a hand on her head, forcing her to continue instead of letting her pull back to stare at him. “I'm not planning to tell the other guys, though. Some of them might get off on the idea of imagining you could end up having a baby. Why should I spoil their fun?”

After another minute, Michio knew that he was about to come. He pulled the pill bottle out of his pocket and popped off the lid. Grabbing the back of her head, he shoved himself deeply into her mouth before spurting three times. The horny young man had purposefully avoided jacking off last night and this morning in order to give her as large a load as possible.

Between the tip of his dick nearing the back of her mouth, and the amount of cum filling it, Akane gagged. As she coughed, drops of semen flew out of her mouth to splatter at the base of his cock. More cum drooled over her lips and down her chin. Akane pulled her mouth off his cock, desperately wiping at the viscous white threads hanging from her chin.

Michio dumped the pill from the bottle into the palm of his other hand. Pulling the startled girl's head back to face him, he pushed his fingers into her mouth, dropping the pill near the back of her tongue.

“Okay, Akane-chan,” he remarked cheerfully. “There's your morning after pill. Sitting in the puddle of jism on your tongue. Just go ahead and swallow it all and you won't have to worry about being pregnant.”

Akane looked up at him with hate-filled eyes. Nonetheless she swallowed, gulping several times in order to get it all down. She looked at the sticky mess on her hand, thin strings stretching between her spread fingers. Standing up, she hurried over to the sink to wash her hands and face.

“Better hurry,” Michio told her. “The bell's going to ring in about two minutes.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the container of oral contraceptives, tossing it to land atop her clothes beside the moxibustion chart. With that he turned and left the room.

Akane sagged, but pulled herself back up, knowing that she didn't have time to indulge her misery. She washed her face one more time, trying to erase all evidence of crying. Suddenly wondering if Michio had locked the door on his way out, whether someone might walk in and see her, the nude girl hurried back to her clothes and pulled them on. Slipping the chart and pill container into her schoolbag, Akane ran out the door and sprinted down the hall. She slid into the seat of her desk just as the bell rang.

That's when she looked up and saw it. The empty area on the floor beside the teacher's desk, at the front of the room. The place where seven boys had raped her yesterday, one after the other. She froze in place, absolutely rigid, staring at the spot where she had been defiled, violated, shamed forever. She saw it happening again, saw herself on the floor there, nude, watched as the seven boys took her, used her.

Three of those boys were sitting right here in this classroom with her. She didn't even have to turn around in her chair to see Takeo, three rows over and one seat closer to the front, though at least he was the only one, both Michio and Hikaru having seats at the back of the room. Were they looking at the same place? Were they remembering also? Were they laughing at her degradation, inside their heads?

The teacher walked into the classroom but Akane didn't even notice, so engrossed she was in watching the mental replay of the previous day's events. The rustling of books at other desks, the meaningless words from the man at the front of the room, none of it was sufficient to awaken her from the memories. It was the laughter of the other students which finally alerted Akane that the teacher was calling her name.

“Yes, sensei?” she asked, her face red with shame.

“Glad you could join us, Tendo-san. Do you think you could turn to page 183 like everyone else? If so, please read starting from the second paragraph.”

Akane flipped through the textbook while trying not to think about the three rapists who shared her class. The three boys who probably suspected the cause of her distraction, and were no doubt enjoying her further humiliation. Finally locating the correct page, she started reading the foreign words in a shaky voice.

Walking home from school, Akane tried not to remember what had happened after the final bell rang. How she had turned a corner in the hall to find her way blocked by the two older boys, Kaori and Raiden. How they had taken her by her arms and “walked” with her, dragging her really, to the empty dressing room behind the stage. How, with the sound of basketball practice in the background, she had been forced to strip naked once again and give both of them blowjobs.

She tried not to think about the taste of semen on her tongue. A taste with which she was becoming depressingly familiar.

At least Kasumi's note had released her from gym class. She had managed to get through the day without anyone else discovering how weak she truly was. Akane shivered in fear at the thought of what many of the perverted boys in the school would do to her if they discovered this fact. At least at the moment she only had seven rapists. She was desperately afraid of having that number multiplied by a factor of ten or more. Momentarily overcome by the terror of that thought, Akane stopped and leaned against a wall for support, wondering how she was going to hide the fact in coming days.

There was no question she would need to continue skipping gym class. Somehow. As well as dropping all other sports activities. But how? Kasumi would not give her an excuse, not without explanation, and even if she would, what reason could she give which the school would accept. She'd need some sort of excuse from a doctor for that.

The thought of a doctor brought Tofu Ono to mind. He was a kind man, on whom she had once had a terrible crush. Could he help? Akane couldn't imagine herself explaining what was really going on to him, but maybe ... As she thought about it further, she came up with what she hoped would be a plausible explanation.

Thus, a short time later, she was sitting on an examination table in Tofu's clinic. The doctor stood beside her, a warm smile on his face. He asked, “What seems to be the problem, Akane-chan?”

Akane took a deep breath. “I need a note. A note to get out of gym class, out of all sports, indefinitely.”

Tofu raised his eyebrows. “Why would you need such a thing? What's wrong?” He frowned. “Don't you think you should let me make the diagnosis?”

Akane hung her head, not wanting to look this man in the eye as she lied. “I ... I didn't want to tell anyone ... back before Ranma left, but ... that weakness moxibustion? Happosai did it to me, too. And I'm scared. Scared what people at school might do if they find out.”

Tofu was both shocked and immensely saddened at the burden which had been imposed on this child. He tried to tell himself that her fears were groundless, but he knew of the morning fights this past spring. He felt rare anger at the withered old man who had done this, and frustration at his impotence, his inability to provide any cure.

“I suppose you'd better let me check,” the doctor told her. “Please lower your shirt.”

Akane flashed back to the boys earlier, ordering her to remove her clothes. For just a moment, she felt a twinge of fear that Doctor Tofu, the man she looked up to, was going to order her to get on her knees and take his cock in her mouth. Breathing deeply, she slowly calmed herself. Akane undid her uniform and blouse, then lowered them, allowing the doctor to examine her back.

The man leaned in and then drew back, even angrier to have the diagnosis confirmed. The same symbol was burned into Akane's back which he had seen on Ranma's not so very long ago. There was no doubt that it was the Ultimate Weakness Moxibustion.

Tofu hung his head, not wanting Akane to see the worry in his eyes. There was no point in speaking hopeful words to her. After seeing what had happened to Ranma, she knew full well the nature of the problem, and the lack of any solution. He could think of no better idea than the one she had already proposed, to try to hide her condition. But what excuse could he provide to keep her out of gym for who knew how long?

He paced back and forth for a couple of minutes considering the problem. At last he had an idea. Thinking it over, he nodded. It should work. It might even help to explain any other situations Akane would need to avoid. He looked at her.

“Are you keeping this from your family as well? I think they should know.”

Akane continued looking down. She said quietly, “I'd rather not tell them.”

Tofu bit his lip, but did not wish to further burden the young woman who was obviously already suffering. “Very well. I will speak to a friend of mine. A colleague. He is a cardiac specialist. If he is willing to ... support ... this subterfuge, we will set up an appointment for you with him. I'll call you about that later. My idea is to have him diagnose a heart condition which could be exacerbated by extended muscular compression — that is, straining to exert your strength to do something. That should cover you not only for gym class, but for any other activity which might reveal your reduction in strength. At the same time, it should leave people to think that you can still exert yourself for brief periods, which will hopefully keep you safe. Besides, I think it is less likely that anyone will, um, attack you if they fear that in defending yourself, you might end up in the hospital or even dead.”

Akane looked up, a bittersweet smile on her face. “Thank you, Doctor Tofu. That's more than I could have hoped for.”

Tofu sighed unhappily. “Well, let's hope he'll do it. In the meantime, I'll give you an excuse myself to skip gym tomorrow. Based on medical suspicions, we'll say.” Going over to the counter, he found a pad of paper and quickly wrote this note. Tearing it off, he held it out toward Akane.

Akane was nearly crying, and her voice trembled. “Thank you again, Doctor Tofu. For everything.”

“Think nothing of it, Akane-chan,” he responded. “I'll help you in any way I can. And I'll call later, as I said, to let you know about the other doctor.”

She nodded and climbed off the table. Tofu's eyes followed her in worry as she walked out the door and left his clinic.

As Akane climbed into bed that night, she found herself wishing that the night could go on and on, endlessly, that morning would never arrive. That she would not have to get up and go back to school where her molesters would be waiting for her. But of course the morning would arrive. She hugged her pillow.

At least the other doctor had accepted the suggestion Doctor Tofu made. Tofu had called earlier, telling her she had an appointment at his friend's office at quarter to five tomorrow, made on the supposed basis of concerns Tofu had about her. This doctor would make his false diagnosis, and give her the excuse she needed. An excuse she could use with her family as well. Everyone would then understand why she refused to do anything which required her to use her strength.

Akane lay there, wondering where Ranma might be at that moment, hoping that he was safe. She felt fresh grief at the thought that she was no longer pure for him, that there was every chance he would never marry her now.

Unfortunately, this brought to mind the things she had done that day. The feel of the floor under her knees, and the taste of penis and semen in her mouth. The way she meekly did what she was told and sucked them until they came. The memory of swallowing that bastard Michio's cum in order to swallow the pill she needed so badly. The memory of the things he had made her say, telling him that she had enjoyed being raped, thanking him for raping her.

Akane was feeling edgy, restless. She rolled over onto her back, staring at the ceiling. She couldn't get the images out of her mind. A boy's erect penis, sticking into the air right in front of her face. Looking cross-eyed at the base of a penis, and the coarse hair surrounding it, while she could feel, could taste, the rest of it in her mouth. Looking at herself in the mirror over the sink in the Nurse's office, her nipples visible at the bottom edge of the mirror in reflection of her nudity, white streaks and drops and bubbles of semen surrounding her lips and all over her chin.

To Akane's horror, and shame — make that horrified shame — she realized that her pussy was a little damp, that the restlessness she felt was a trace of horniness. She screamed at herself, grabbing her pillow and pressing it against her face. She couldn't, couldn't, be turned on by what those boys had done to her! Absolutely couldn't!

Thinking it over, Akane decided that it was probably a physical reaction to the fact that she had been thinking about sex — if the plain word “sex” could be used when she had been unwilling, when the acts involved had been forced on her. Trying to reassure herself, she decided that she'd probably have a similar physical reaction if she imagined herself ... walking naked into class, say. Now there was a visual image which horrified her. So ... so ... it wasn't really her fault. It was just ... natural, for her body to react that way. Even if the thoughts which caused it were about unnatural things.

Feeling a tiny bit better, Akane closed her eyes and tried to sleep. However, sleep eluded her. The horniness was still there and wasn't going away. Having caught her attention, it was only increasing. This had happened to her before. Sometimes she just got horny and couldn't get to sleep until she did something about it. Akane recalled one night after an ice skating practice with Ranma before their match against the Golden Pair — she had been forced to use her fingers to bring herself to two mind shattering climaxes before she'd finally been able to fall asleep.

Resigning herself to the inevitable, Akane slipped a hand inside her pajama bottoms and under the waistband of her panties. Of course, she closed out all thoughts of her rapists and the things they had done to her. Instead she thought about Ranma. Imagined him coming home to her. Imagined him crawling through the window, telling her he had come in secret to comfort her. Imagined him crawling into her bed, putting his arms around her, and holding her close. Imagined him lifting his head above her, then kissing her lips, softly, gently.

Akane imagined Ranma telling her to open her shirt for him. Her eyes opened, coming up out of the fantasy a little. It had been an unusual thought. Usually she would imagine him taking the initiative and unbuttoning her top himself. Or at least suggesting she remove it. Not simply telling her. Go with it, she thought, as her finger stroked the bottom of her rapidly moistening slit.

Choosing to live the fantasy, Akane's other hand unbuttoned her top and then pulled it open. She caressed her tits, gently squeezing, brushing and lightly pinching the nipples. She imagined Ranma opening his pants to reveal an erection. In the fantasy, he asked her to suck on it.

This was not something she had ever imagined before. The idea of oral sex had always struck her as dirty, perverted. But she had already done it — what? — eleven times now? It hardly seemed fair to refuse Ranma if he would enjoy it. She thought she might even like it herself ... as long as she was doing it to Ranma. Inside the fantasy Akane saw herself taking Ranma's cock into her mouth, sucking on it, making love to it with her tongue. Although she refused to contemplate the reason, her recent experiences made it fairly easy to imagine what it would feel like. Her hips squirmed and a moan escaped her lips as her finger parted her labia.

Her fantasy Ranma was really enjoying the blowjob she was giving him, and finally couldn't hold back any longer, exploding in her mouth. She imagined swallowing his cum, having it wash away the taste of ... Akane paused for a moment, shaking her head. She didn't want any thought of them intruding on this.

Akane slid her fingers alongside her clitoris, moaning softly. At least Nabiki was off at that conference, and not in the bedroom next door, so she didn't have to worry about staying completely silent. In her imagination Ranma pulled himself lovingly from her lips, kneeling on her bed, his cock still standing proudly erect. She imagined him saying, “Pull down your pants, Akane. I'm going to fuck you.”

Akane swallowed, but continued playing with herself. Again her fantasy was taking an unexpected turn, with Ranma simply telling her to undress, and using such a crude term instead of something more gentle like “making love.” But she couldn't deny that the thought of such a Ranma was making her very wet indeed. Pulling her hand out of her pajama bottoms she obeyed the imagined order, pushing both her pants and underpants down to her knees.

She now went to work with both hands between her legs. Akane imagined Ranma placing his cock at her entrance, then inserting it slowly, gently. Pushing himself in until they were completely joined. Not at all like the way the ... again she pushed them out of her head, focusing on the feel of Ranma fucking her. The two of them would gradually pick up the pace, Ranma's cock sliding in and out of her, faster and faster.

Akane pushed a finger into herself, something she had never done, at least not until yesterday when she'd been cleaning herself. On previous occasions when she'd played with herself, Akane had always been careful not to damage the membrane which guarded the entrance to her vagina. But she didn't let herself dwell on that, too caught up in the pleasure of the moment. She pushed the finger in and out, imagining Ranma's cock, the fingers of her other hand dancing near her clit. Nearing a crescendo, wanting to imagine Ranma's cock fucking into her even more clearly, Akane inserted a second finger beside the first. She pumped them in and out of her cunt rapidly, thinking of Ranma ramming himself into her, about to cum.

Her orgasm exploded over her, and Akane gave a cry, cut off as quickly as she could. She settled back to the bed, panting, both hands remaining between her legs. Akane listened carefully, wondering if Kasumi had heard, and whether she might investigate. Still Akane lay there unmoving. The blanket covered her, preserving her modesty should someone enter the room, but underneath the covers her shirt was wide open, her bottoms and panties tangled around her knees. The fingers of both hands were sopping wet, as was her pussy.

“Oh my God!” she whispered, wondering what brought that on. She absolutely refused to think about matters at school, keeping her thoughts tightly focused on her missing fiancé.

And still Akane lay there, making no move to refasten her rumpled clothes. Instead, telling herself she was sweaty and needed to cool off, the young woman took hold of her blankets and slowly pushed them down. She paused when her breasts came into view, but then continued. She didn't stop until the blankets where pushed down to her knees as well. Then Akane placed her arms at her sides, shivering a little at the thought that if anyone could see into her room, her breasts and pubic hair would both be visible. The sweat on her skin turned chilly as it came in contact with the air in her room.

Thinking of the other wet area which needed to dry, Akane spread her legs as far as she could. Her underpants and pajamas stretched between her knees, preventing her from opening any further. She lay there, trying not to think of the sight she would present to anyone standing over her, looking down. The thought made her shiver again.

Finally deciding that the air wasn't going to do the job, Akane reached up over her head for a tissue. She patted at her pussy, soaking up most of the wetness, then wadded the tissue and tossed it in the direction of the trash can. Slowly, almost reluctantly, she pulled up her pants and buttoned her shirt, and covered herself with the blankets once more.

“Ranma,” she whispered into the darkness of her room, “please come home. I need you.”

Akane paused, then she added, with an odd, almost eager note in her voice. “And if you do, maybe I'll tell you about that fantasy. And offer to make it come true.”

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