Moxibustion Violation 11

Chapter 11

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Guess the old bastard really was serious about teaching me what he knows before he ‘retires’, Ranma thought.

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

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

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

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

“Other half?” Happosai responded. “What other half?”

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

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

Ranma sighed, thinking to herself, Figures.

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

Still lying on the ground, Ranma whimpered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hiroshi gulped again, and managed to nod his head.

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

Hiroshi nodded his head a second time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ukyo looked up at her fiancé, panting. “C'mon, Ranchan ... please ... fuck me already.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It was my pleasure,” Ranma told him.

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

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

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