Moxibustion Violation 13

Chapter 13

Akane came home from school Monday in about as good a mood as was possible these days. True, she'd had to screw Tanjiro before school started that morning, but there had been no other encounters since then. She also had to go over to Hikaru's house later, and Takeo would be there as well. But Takeo was generally undemanding despite being an asshole, and Hikaru was about as kind to her as a rapist could be. On top of it all, this was the last week of school this term, and while she was sure the gang wouldn't leave her alone over the holiday, they would probably be busy with their own interests and the scope of their demands would hopefully be reduced.

Akane pushed open the front door and called out, “I'm home!” She was only greeted by silence, however.

Wandering into the kitchen, she spied a note on the table and picked it up. The message written on it was, “I had to go out to the market to pick up fresh ingredients for the baked goods I'm donating to the fundraiser. Uncle Saotome ate everything I made this morning. He and father went out somewhere after I discovered this and spoke to him about it. I'm not expecting them to return until dinner time. I'll probably be back a couple of hours after you get home from school.” It was signed by her sister Kasumi.

Akane dropped the piece of paper back on the table, thinking sadly about days past. If everyone else had gone out and left her and Ranma alone in the house, it would almost certainly have ended in an argument between the two of them. Possibly involving property damage. She wished she could have those days back. What she wouldn't give to see his face again, to speak to him, even to hold him.

The young woman sighed and shook her head, then trudged up the stairs to her bedroom. She dropped the schoolbag beside her desk, then pulled the jumper off over her head and hung it up. Unbuttoning her shirt, she let it slide off her shoulders and dropped it into the basket with her dirty laundry.

Standing there in her undergarments, Akane examined herself wistfully in the mirror for a minute, wishing she was still as innocent as she once had been. Looking down, she pulled her panties out and down a little, then reached inside and peeled the sanitary pad from the crotch. She examined the stain on it distastefully, a mixture of semen and her own secretions, then wrapped it up and dropped it into the trash. Akane pulled a skirt and a heavy sweater out of her closet and put them on.

Akane's gaze dropped to her schoolbag, and she reflected that she really ought to get a start on her homework before leaving. But with the end of term so near her thoughts tended to turn toward forgetting about school, at least for a while. So instead of homework she wandered downstairs, going nowhere in particular, not sure what to do with herself. She ended up at the back door, looking out at the dojo.

On impulse, she pushed open the door and headed out to the dojo. She hadn't been keeping up with her kata as much as she ought, she acknowledged to herself. In some ways there seemed little point, if she was going to remain so weak for the rest of her life. It would also be hard to explain to her family, given the way the doctor had excused her from gym class. Opening the door, she walked into the dojo, feeling as if she were visiting an old friend.

The teenage girl promptly stopped in shock, looking across the room at the equally shocked face of her fiancé.

The frozen shock lasted only an instant. “Ranma!” she cried, throwing herself across the room. He simply stood there, barely getting his arms up in time to catch her, as Akane slammed into him. She was weeping, shaking, squeezing him as tightly as she could considering her weakness. If this was a dream, she had no desire to wake up.

“I ... I thought no one was home,” Ranma said quietly. “Guess I didn't realize how late it was.”

Akane sniffed. “I missed you. I missed you so much.”

“I, uh, missed you too,” he said in response, unaccustomed to such demonstrativeness from his fiancée. “I was gonna hide ...”

Akane pulled back as if to look at his face, though she was unable to do so through the thick curtain of her tears. “Why? You ... you couldn't have heard ...” She began to shake harder.

“Heard what?” Ranma asked innocently. “I just, well, I'm not cured,” he confessed. “I'm still just as weak. I didn't want people to know.” Then he quickly added, as if afraid of her reaction to the foregoing words, “There's a chance for a cure, though.”

“Really?” she asked breathlessly. She reluctantly pulled one arm from behind his back to scrub at her face, so she could see him. “Please tell me you mean it. There's really a cure?”

Ranma was a little surprised at how strongly she was showing her emotions over wanting him to be cured. He decided to explain. “I, uh, ran into Happosai. He finally told me how to fix it except for one thing. The final piece of the moxibustion chart, the one we couldn't find, it turns out he still had it. And I need it for the cure. And the bastard hid it in Ryoga's pack.”

“Ryoga's pack?” Akane repeated, not comprehending.

“Yeah,” Ranma sighed. “I, uh, ran into Ryoga too.” A dark scowl passed over his face, which Akane couldn't interpret. “The old pervert showed up at the same time and decided to stick that paper into Ryoga's pack. God knows why. Then pig boy ran off and got lost. So instead of trying to find him, I thought I'd wait for him to show up here. He's never seemed to stay away for long before. Once I get that paper, I can teach you how to use it on me and I'll be cured.” He paused. “You'll help, won't you?”

“Of course I will,” she practically yelled, mildly insulted that he could doubt it. Then her face twisted, “And you ... you'll ... I need ... that is, I ... Oh God ... it's been so ...” She broke down into tears, hanging on to him, sobbing into his shoulder.

Ranma patted her back awkwardly. “Hey. It's not so awful. Ryoga's bound to show up soon. Then I'll be cured. You don't have to worry about me like this.”

Akane's tears slowed. “That's my Ranma,” she sniffled. “Always thinking it all about y-you.” She hung her head and whispered, “You don't understand. I'm scared to death you're going to leave me. When you find out.”

“Why the hell would you think that?!” Ranma demanded. Then, more quietly, confused, he asked, “Find out what?”

Akane looked around. “Not here,” she whispered. “Not in the dojo. Come up to my room.”

He looked unsure. “I really had been planning to hide from everyone,” he told her.

“Please?” Akane begged. She looked so forlorn that he nodded. He tried to follow behind her, but she insisted on holding his arm, as if afraid to let it go.

As soon as they were up in her room, Akane turned to shut the door and lock it. Ranma raised his eyebrows, but said nothing. Akane looked around, suddenly at a loss as to how to go about this. How was she to go about confessing something so shattering and heartbreaking? Finally she pulled him over to the bed and made him sit. Then she sat beside him and folded her hands in her lap, turning her eyes down to focus on her hands. Not able to bear to see the judgment in his eyes.

“You have to promise not to tell anyone,” she began quietly. “They said not to tell anyone, not even you. But I can't. Not tell you, I mean. But if they find out I told ...” She shuddered visibly. “My life will be over.”

“Who is this ‘they’?” he asked, growing angry as he saw how scared she was.

Akane shook her head. “Not until you promise.”

He didn't want to. She could feel it. Finally he answered, “I promise I won't repeat anything you say to anyone. But I ain't promising not to do something to whoever has you so frightened.”

“You can't,” she said desperately, then added more forlornly, “No one can.”

The teenage girl looked a little lost, searching for the words to start. Thinking of something else, a few tears emerged from under her lashes. “Will you also promise not to say anything ... hateful? I think I can survive if you leave me. I'm even sort of expecting it. But I don't think I could stand it if you ... please?”

By this point Ranma was extremely worried. Despite his misgivings about such demonstrations, he reached out and put an arm around Akane's shoulders, and frowned as she cried harder. “Akane, I promise I'll keep my idiot tongue in check for once. And you're crazy if you think I'm gonna leave, no matter what it is. Now would you spit it out? You're starting to scare me.”

Akane nodded, choking her tears back under control. “After ... after you left, someone ... found the pieces of the moxibustion chart. Probably picked them up the same day, when we realized it was useless. Except it wasn't useless, not to him. He ... figured out how to apply the weakness moxibustion to someone.” She hesitated, trembling hard. “He ... he did it to me.”

Ranma stared at her aghast. “You mean you ... you're weak too? Like me?” She nodded, and he growled low in his throat. “I'll kill him. Whoever it is, I'll fucking kill him.”

Akane gave a weak, hiccuping laugh. “I ... I wish that was all. He ... had a reason.”

Ranma, given his own recent experiences, had a sudden flash of insight. His heart was nearly ripped from his chest, thinking of the pain she must have suffered if he was right. Thinking about how he had felt, how lost and alone, how much it hurt, he made a decision. He would forget about his idiot father, fight down his own insecurities, and tell her how he felt. He just hoped it would reassure her if this was what he feared, while praying that by some miracle he was mistaken.

He pulled his fiancée close with the arm he had around her shoulder. Ranma rested his cheek against her head. “Akane, I'll never leave you, I promise. No matter what anyone has done to you. No matter what's happened. I ... I did a lot of thinking out there. I hadn't planned to tell you this so soon, but ... I wanna marry you. Someday. I finally figured out how I feel about you.”

Akane cried harder, hearing the words she'd longed for, knowing they'd probably be snatched away as soon as she finished explaining. “But you don't know ... I wanted ... I'm not ... I can't give ...” She was unable to complete any of the sentences, to give voice to her pain.

Ranma reached down with his other arm and took one of her hands in his, squeezing it. “I think I can guess. He ... hurt you ... didn't he?”

Akane nodded and started sobbing. They sat like that for a few minutes while she fought to get herself back under control. “I need to tell you,” she whispered. “You need to know. You have to know how bad it is.”

He tried to reassure her. “I ain't leaving no matter how bad it is. You don't have to tell me. And I got a thing or two I think I better tell you as well.”

She whispered, repeating, “You need to know. Please let me get this out.” Taking a breath, Akane went on. “It wasn't just him. It was ... an entire gang of them. Seven of them.” She felt Ranma tense against her. “Actually, six plus another they roped into it. They ... they took photographs while they ... raped me. They have them on computers. If I tell anyone ... they'll post them on the internet. People all over the world will see it. I can't do anything. You can't do anything.”

“I can fucking destroy all of their fucking computers,” Ranma growled, thinking of doing just that.

“And if you miss anything?” Akane asked. “Besides, there's another one. Someone I don't know has a copy of the pictures. He's not even in Tokyo. I ... don't know what to do about it. Except to give in to their demands.”

“Wait!” Ranma exclaimed, barely keeping from shouting the word, mindful of the way she was trembling in his arms. “You mean they're still ...?” He choked it off, unable to complete the question.

Akane nodded. “Every day,” she whispered. “Once a day at school and five or six times a week at their houses. In fact ...” She bit her lip, terrified of his reaction. “I'm supposed to go over one of their houses today. I need to leave in ... an hour or so.”

When he said nothing immediately, too enraged to speak, Akane went on, voice shaky. “That's not even all of it. There's a doctor, I went to him to get an excuse to stay out of gym class. So people wouldn't figure out about the weakness. He ... raped me too. And he's forcing me to have sex with him and his friends once a month, or he'll ... he'll tell everyone the truth.”

Ranma's voice, when he finally spoke, was unnaturally calm. “You know, I don't think I've ever understood the term ‘killing rage’ until now.”

Akane's tears picked up again, and she tried to pull away. “I knew you'd hate me!”

Ranma held on for dear life. “I'm angry at them! Not you!” Once he finally had her settled down, he took a few minutes to muster his courage. This might be the hardest thing he had ever said, but he wasn't going to be a coward after Akane had found the strength to confess the same. Especially since it had been worse for her.

“I can't be angry at you, Akane. Or upset with you. Or ashamed of you. Or whatever it is you expect me to be. Not without feeling exactly the same about myself. You see ... it happened to me too.”

Akane finally turned and looked at him, for the first time since sitting on the bed. “You ...! You were ...?”

“Raped,” he finished for her, his face set in stone. “Not as bad as you, though. God! Do you know what it feels like to say that?! I was so sure that you were going to hate me if you found out. That you'd tell me to leave and never show my face again. What was it you said? Always thinking it's all about me?” He laughed self deprecatingly, no mirth in the sound. “I guess you got that right. I was so wrapped up in my own misery, how much I'd suffered. Now I find out I had it easy compared to you!”

She put her arms around him now. “I'm sorry, Ranma. Sorry for both of us. Do you ... want to talk about it?”

Ranma shrugged. “Eh. Yes and no. I don't like thinking about it, but ... you should know.” He sighed. “I'll just hit the high points. Kuno found me when I was a girl. I tried to get him with the Hiryu Shoten Ha but I was the klutz this time. I tripped over a damned rock. He ... um, I'd rather not go into the details. But if he went on the wild goose chase I sent him on, then hopefully he's gonna end up in a Russian prison.”

He paused meditatively, before continuing, the shame weighing on him. “Kuno ... he was my first. I'd ... I'd wanted the first time to be ... you.” He whispered the last word, and Akane bit her lip, remembering her own wishes.

Ranma took a breath and continued. “I tried to tell myself it didn't matter. Fooling myself, maybe. But I could still say I hadn't done it as a guy. It helped a little, 'cause I was thinking my first time that way ... we could still ...” His voice choked off and his hands clenched into fists. “Ukyo found me. Helped me change back to a guy. And then wouldn't take no for an answer. She ... I hope to God I never see her again.”

Akane spoke softly. “I thought she was your friend. It's hard to believe.”

“Yeah, well.” Ranma shrugged. “She sounded a bit delusional herself. Like she was doing me a favor or something. Anyway, then I ran into Ryoga. I think some kami must have really had it in for me. I was a girl again. He acted kind of nice at first, but then ...” Another sigh. “He was the worst of them, in a way.”

They were both silent for a time after that, sharing each other's pain. Wishing they could have the past back, knowing that no amount of wishing would make it so. Wondering where they were going to go from here.

At last Akane shook her head. “Ryoga. It's so hard to ... I wouldn't have believed that he could do something like that. He always seemed so ... shy.”

Ranma snorted. “He did, didn't he? Too fucking bad he couldn't have been shy that day, too. And you know who saved me in the end? The old freak. Happosai of all people. Ran Ryoga off. Except the stupid bastard stuck that piece of paper in Ryoga's pack first. Goddamned stupid ...” He ran down, sighing.

Ranma squirmed. “Then Happosai offered to train me. Said he could show me how to cure the weakness moxibustion.” Ranma struggled for a bit. “Some of the training was as bad as you're probably imagining. Maybe worse. But he was serious about it. Taught me a lot. Some of it was worth learning. He even offered to leave some money for us, in a trust fund, to help us start the dojo when we're ready. Assuming he remembers. And he did one more thing. One really big thing.”

“What?” Akane asked.

Ranma breathed out, relaxing, and looked her in the eye. “He changed my curse so I only change into a girl if I'm hit with ice water. Ordinary cold water won't do it anymore. I can bathe, go swimming, walk in the rain ... and stay a guy!”

Akane hugged tighter, happy for him. “That's wonderful!” she exclaimed.

“Yeah, it is,” Ranma said with a smile. “I was able to stay a guy all the way back here to Nerima. I just wish the old man hadn't pulled that sick trick of hiding the paper in Ryoga's pack. I sure as hell don't want to see Ryoga again after what he did, but I'm stuck with hoping he shows up here as soon as possible. Ah, well.”

After a bit Ranma shook his head. “What's done is done. I'll try to forget about Happosai. We'll probably never see the pervert again. Y'see, he told me something else. Seems the old man is dying.”

Akane gasped. Ranma nodded, and added, “He said he's probably only got a few years left, and he's planning to settle down somewhere. Not in Tokyo. By the time we're out of college, he'll probably be gone.”

Thoughtfully, Akane replied, “It seems unbelievable ... wait. College?”

Ranma laughed. “Well, maybe. Happosai tried to talk me into it. And the money he offered is tied to it. If we want it, I gotta get a college degree in phys ed. Think you can help me get my grades up some?”

Sounding as if she'd been transported into an alternate dimension, Akane said, “I'll try.”

They sat there quietly for a few minutes, thinking about the future, trying not to think about the present. It was Akane who finally brought them back to reality.

“Are you going to be able to handle it?” she asked.

“Handle what?” Ranma asked.

She sighed. “Knowing what they're doing to me. Every day. I'm not suddenly free from them, just because you're back home. I can't refuse them, not so long as I'm so weak and they have those pictures. They ... punish me, if I try. And they might send pictures to my father if I still refuse. They don't really even have to threaten to put them on the internet.”

Ranma was looking at her unhappily. “You can't just keep ... you can't.”

Akane looked back just as unhappily. “What else can I do? Even if I was willing to risk them destroying my reputation, my life — and I'm not willing to risk it — but even if I was, as weak as I am I can't stop them from doing whatever they want to me. So I don't have a choice.”

“But ...”

Akane pulled herself out of his arms, fighting to hold back tears. “I understand, Ranma. Go ahead. I won't force you to stay. It was stupid of me to think you'd stay with someone who can't be faithful to you.”

“Dammit! Stop talking that shit!” Ranma told her loudly, grabbing her and pulling her into his arms again. “I just can't stand thinking of them ... we got to find a way to get you away from them.”

“I haven't been able to think of anything,” Akane admitted.

“Yeah, well ... I could threaten 'em,” Ranma said. “Tell 'em what I'll do if they show those pictures to anyone. If they don't destroy them.”

“And when did you recover your strength? Threats have to be believed,” Akane pointed out.

“Um ...” He thought about it. “I don't need to be strong. I can put 'em to sleep with a pressure point. Then cut their balls off or something.”

Akane shook her head. “Please, Ranma. Don't do anything without thinking it through. You can't threaten them if they're asleep. If you threaten them when they're not asleep, they might be able to grab you first. You couldn't break free.”

“Okay, I'll just hit pressure points on their arms and legs so they can't move 'em. They'll still be awake.”

Akane tried to be patient, trying to make him see. “And if they refuse? Will you go through with it? Really do to them what you said you'd do? Knowing that, if you do hurt them, the photographs will be posted? That my life will be ruined? Could you really bring yourself to go through with it?”

Ranma looked down. “All I gotta do is make sure they believe it.”

“No,” Akane pleaded. “Believe me. I want to be free of them. I want it more than you. But if you're not prepared to go through with your threat, they'll sense it. At least some of them will. They'll call you on it.” She paused, then said heartwrenchingly, “If that happens, I'll be worse off than before. Please, we can't do anything unless we're sure it will work.”

“I can't ... I don't know if I can handle it,” Ranma grumbled.

“Do you think I want to do this?” Akane asked quietly. “I hate them.” She hesitated for a brief second, wondering if she should try to explain about Hikaru, but then decided not to get into complications. “They're sick, evil. They make me do terrible things. But I don't dare risk making things worse. I can barely live with myself as it is. I'm not sure I could live with myself if ... if we tried something stupid and failed.”

Ranma hugged her tighter. “Hey. No talk like that. I ... I'll stick with you. No matter what you have to do in the meantime. And we'll find a way out of this. So don't you go talking about not being able to live with yourself. We'll get through it.”

“You don't understand,” Akane said mournfully. She took a grip on his shirt, refusing to look at him. “Please don't hate me. But ... I'm afraid I ... I'm turning into a ... a ... a slut. I ... enjoy a lot of what they do. I don't want to, but ... I can't help it.”

“Don't call yourself that,” Ranma said firmly. Then, sounding a little puzzled, he remarked, “I thought you said you hated them.”

“I do,” Akane said softly. “But my body ... it enjoys the sex. Even when I don't want to. It's starting to need it. I can't stop. I've tried. I hate them. I hate what they've done to me. But ...”

She took a breath. This was it. This was the confession she'd most been dreading, and she'd started it without even realizing. Now there was nothing for it but to go on.

“I'm sorry, Ranma. I don't want to. But I can't help getting turned on by the sex. By having ... their ... penises in me. Anywhere in me. I keep having orgasms, whether I want them or not, and some of those orgasms are so strong my body demands more. That's why I said I'm turning into a slut.”

She looked back up at him, and tears were running openly down her cheeks. “I've wanted you to come home so bad. Not just to help me find a way to get away from them. But to help keep me from turning into a slut. I'm not strong enough. I keep losing the battle, giving in to the pleasure. I need someone to make me strong. Will you do that for me, Ranma? Will you help me to be strong? Will you help me to fight the temptations?”

“How?” Ranma whispered.

Akane took a deep breath, and then said as seriously as she could, “By punishing me. I want you to punish me Ranma. Whenever I've been bad. Whenever I give in. Whenever I start acting like a slut. I'll confess to you, and I want you to punish me. I want you to put me over your lap and spank me as hard as you can, and keep spanking me until I apologize and promise to do better in future. Can you do that for me?”

Ranma had to swallow hard against a sudden tightness in his throat. He realized there was also a sudden tightness in his pants. His mind was filled with visions of Akane lying across his lap, pants down, her bare bottom staring him in the face, while he slapped it over and over again. It was ... incredibly arousing. There was just one unfortunate detail, and he had no choice but to point it out.

“Uh, I wish I could, Akane. I'd ... like to help you, like that, if that's what you really want, if you think you need it. But ... the weakness moxibustion. I ... couldn't possibly hit hard enough for you to feel it.”

Akane blinked in shock. The thought had never occurred to her. “What ... what if you use something? Like a belt? Or ...” She made the suggestion hesitantly, “or my shinai over there?”

“I doubt it,” Ranma sighed. He got up and walked over to where the shinai was leaning against the wall, lifting it and testing its balance, inspecting the strips of bamboo. He came back over. “I'm going to test this by hitting you on the top of the leg with it. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to see if it'll work.”

Akane nodded, and he swung down moderately hard. It tapped against her skirt. There was no reaction, except that she bit her lip at seeing the fear confirmed that he might not be able to punish her. Ranma swung again, this time as hard as he could. Akane's only reaction was to sigh and shake her head, before she looked down. It took a minute for Ranma to realize she was sobbing, because she was doing so very, very quietly.

“I-I'm sorry, Akane. God. It sounds crazy to apologize for not being able to whip you. But under the circumstances, I guess it's true.”

She scrubbed at her eyes with the back of her hand. “I-I'm sorry too, Ranma.” She sniffled. “I just ... I kept imagining what it would be like when you came back. How I'd confess to you. And you'd punish me for what I'd done. And it would give me the strength to stop liking it. I ... guess I was counting on it more than I knew.”

Looking around for a distraction from this latest grief, Akane's eye fell on her clock. Her mouth turned down in anguish, for however bittersweet this meeting was, she didn't want it to end. But as always, she had no choice. “I'm going to have to leave in about half an hour, Ranma.”

He looked furious for a moment, then resigned. He nodded. “You don't have to tell me details, anything that would make you uncomfortable. But if there's anything I can do to help, let me know. Okay?”

Akane nodded also, actually giving it some thought. As she did, something occurred to her, and she wondered why she hadn't thought about it earlier. It could make things a lot easier. Maybe. She knew how she felt about Ranma. She knew what he'd said. There wasn't a huge amount of time, though.

Hugging him again, Akane asked, “Ranma, you said you wanted to marry me someday, didn't you?”

A little embarrassed, Ranma admitted, “Yeah. I did.”

The next question was easier than it might have been at some other time, given the courage she had needed for the earlier confessions. “Does that mean you love me?”

Ranma's face turned red. He squirmed a bit. “I, um ... yeah, I guess.”

Akane smiled gently. “Me too. So ...” She reached out, placed a finger under his chin to tilt his head up, to make him look her in the eye, as she said gently, “Would you love me, please? Now? Show me what it's supposed to be like? Give me a memory to help me later, when ... there's someone else?”

Ranma stared at her in shock, unable to breathe. “You ... me ... now? But we ... I ...”

He dragged in a ragged breath, fighting to get himself under control. “I'm not sure I can wrap my head around that. I only just told you how I really feel, today. Before I left all we did was argue and insult each other. Aren't you ... skipping ahead sort of fast?”

She hung her head. “Do you think I'm acting like a slut, asking you to make love to me?”

“No!” Ranma cried. “I'm just ... I'd've been scared to death to suggest something like that to you. I'm having a bit of trouble adjusting to the idea of you wanting me like that.”

Akane looked up and gave him a sweet but sad smile. “I've changed while you were away, Ranma. After everything that's happened, I can't be the same girl I was. Any innocence I had was torn from me. I want to love you, to be with you, to feel you in me. Please?”

Ranma was breathing hard. “Are ... are you sure?”

Akane nodded shyly. She started undoing the ties on his shirt, one by one. When she was done she pulled the shirt off, and caressed his bare chest with her hand. Then she lifted her arms above her head and allowed him to lift her sweater over her head.

Piece by piece their clothes came off. What might have been impossibly awkward before was now possible, buffered as they were by the loss of innocence, and the knowledge that such was true for them both. For the first time Ranma was able to look upon her nude form without fearing for his life. Akane gazed with genuine delight on his impressive erection, ready to bring her joy, although she experienced a moment of irritation at Hikaru Gosunkugi for being a small amount larger than her fiancé in that department.

Akane got down on her knees on the floor and slid her lips over Ranma's cock, making love to it with her mouth. She felt her pussy, already damp from the disrobing, grow as wet as it ever got. A fire was burning within her, similar to, but subtly different from, the way the others made her feel when she grew excited despite herself. She raised her eyes to Ranma's face while sucking, seeing the ecstatic look there and reveling in the knowledge that she was responsible for its presence.

Keeping an eye on the clock, not knowing how fast he would recover after coming, Akane pulled her mouth off of his shaft. Straightening up, she kissed Ranma on the mouth and whispered, “Make love to me. Please.” Then she lay down on the bed and spread her legs, showing him her treasure fully for the first time. Inviting him in. She was so turned in, looking forward so much to her first orgasm with Ranma's manhood planted firmly within her.

Ranma trembled. He couldn't believe how excited he was. It had taken all of his willpower not to come in Akane's mouth. He was so close to the edge right now that he could barely move. Crawling above her, the boy slowly lowered himself, his cock approaching the gates of heaven. He paused for a moment, afraid he was about to come. Then he continued. The rigid and sensitive shaft brushed against her thigh, the tip encountered her moist slit, spreading her petals.

Ranma groaned in ecstasy and spurted all over Akane's pussy and up her abdomen. Akane looked down in disbelief, unable to comprehend at first that he hadn't even managed to get inside her. As she watched, stupefied, his erection shrank, and her fiancé rolled over and lay down beside her.

It took every gram of willpower Akane had not to scream.

“Um, sorry Akane,” Ranma got out at last. “I guess I was more excited than I knew. I've ... thought about this a lot, y'see.”

I've thought about it a lot, too, Akane protested inside her head, and it never ended like that! Dammit! I need an orgasm and I need it now! Waaah!

Akane got up, wiped herself clean, and started pulling on her clothes. Ranma looked at her with a worried expression.

“Are you mad at me?” he asked.

She smiled at him sadly. “No, I'm not mad, Ranma. Next time will be better. But I have to go now. I'm expected, and I don't have a choice. I'll be thinking about you, though.” She pulled on the sweater, leaving her fully dressed once more, then looked at him longingly. “Could you ... give me a kiss before I go?”

Ranma got off the bed, still nude. He kissed her gently but longingly on the lips. When he broke this kiss he told her, “I'll be gone when you get back. Hiding, like I said. But I'll be near.”

An expression of deep sadness suffused Akane's features. “Must you? I ... I want you here.”

“I'll be near, like I said,” Ranma told her. “If my pop knows I'm here, he's bound to do something crazy. And those guys you ... the ones who ... if they know I'm here they might do something stupid too. But I'll sneak in to see you as often as I dare.”

Akane nodded unhappily and gave him one more kiss. Then she turned and left. As she walked down the street, Akane wished that her pussy wasn't still on fire. Or else that she could have had more time to stay with Ranma and give him a chance to put it out. She marched on, desire roiling within, her swaying ass drawing men's eyes as she passed.

Akane straddled Takeo, riding his cock with abandon. The boy was amazed at how aggressive she'd been, but had seen no reason to object. He fondled her tits while she rose and sank on his shaft, over and over again. It amused him to see that her eyes were closed in ecstasy, or at least what passed for it.

Akane started moving faster, giving off gasping moans, pushing her chest into his hands. Takeo felt his own climax get closer in result. When she shoved down one last time and cried out, his hands moved down to hold her sides and he rammed his pelvis upward, filling her insides with jet after jet of hot cum. After several seconds he sank back to the floor, relaxed and at peace with the world.

Akane climbed off of him slowly, her breathing returning to normal. She looked down hungrily at the semi-hard penis which flopped down to slap against his stomach. She did not move away, but remained kneeling there beside him.

Takeo noticed the desire in her eyes, and mentally asked his cock a question. Getting an affirmative reply, he looked up at the girl and said, “You know, if you were to suck on it, especially if you act real eager, I bet you could get it hard again. And go for another ride.”

Akane's mouth worked, not wanting to act like she wanted this, but she was so horny. Damn Ranma for not finishing what they started. In any case, it was sometimes hard to tell when suggestions from her molesters were to be interpreted as commands, and always safer to assume that they were. So she bent over to take his prick in her mouth.

He reached up a hand to stop her. “Nuh uh,” he said. “If you want it, you gotta ask for it. And like I said, if you want me hard again, you need to act eager.”

Akane doubted that last part, sure that he'd get hard again as soon as she started blowing him. But the repetition made it clear that “acting eager” was to be taken as an order to be obeyed. So she kept her gaze fixed on his manhood and said, “Please may I suck on your cock? I really, really want to. I'm horny, and it would feel sooo good in my mouth. And once I get it hard again, you can put it back in my pussy and that would feel even better! Oh God, I want to fuck you again so much! I want you to come in me again! Please? May I?”

Takeo, well pleased with her performance, waved his hand towards his prick. “Since you want it so much, I don't have the heart to refuse. Go ahead.”

Akane leaned forward again, and this time he allowed her to slide her lips over his member. Akane sucked fervently, remembering the order to appear eager, sliding her mouth up and down his rod. In no time at all, he was rock hard once again. She pulled her mouth up over the head of his cock, massaged the tender flesh there with her lips for several seconds, then pulled off completely and look at him as greedily as she could.

“Please may I fuck your cock?” she asked.

Takeo grinned and said, “What the hell are you waiting for? Get me in your cunt and hurry it up.”

Akane immediately straddled him again, held his dick so it pointed up, and sank her steaming pussy down onto it. She moaned lustily as the rigid tool filled her. Then she began bouncing up and down, angling herself so that each thrust maximized the electric sparks firing through her clitoris. After several minutes of this ecstatic play Akane was rocked by another strong orgasm. Takeo responded by giving her cunt a second injection of thick semen.

After climbing off again, Akane remained kneeling on the floor, nude, while Takeo climbed to his feet. The boy patted her head as if she was a dog which had performed a clever trick, then pulled on his discarded clothing. When he was done, he gave a thumbs up to Hikaru, who had been sitting in a chair watching the show and sipping from a glass the whole time. With that Takeo left, seeing himself out. Akane and Hikaru both heard the door close behind him.

“That was quite a performance, Akane-chan,” Hikaru commented.

Akane didn't reply.

“You seem to be remarkably horny today,” he suggested. “Has anything unusual happened lately?”

“N-No,” Akane answered nervously, not wanting to say anything about Ranma's return. In retrospect she agreed with him that the reactions of her molesters might be unpredictable.

“Hmmm,” he responded noncommittally. Then he asked, “And how about the doctor's visit Friday? This is the first time we've been alone together since, that I could ask. Did you have sex with him like you told me you would?”

Akane looked down, and asked a question of her own without answering. “You didn't tell any of the others, did you? About him raping me?”

In soothing tones, Hikaru replied, “No. I told you I wouldn't. I was honored that you trusted me enough to confess that you were planning to have sex with him when you went back, because he wouldn't give you the excuse otherwise. When you asked me to punish you for doing so. I wouldn't betray your trust and tell the others about it.”

Akane mumbled an “I'm sorry,” honestly contrite that she had doubted him. She remembered the incident last week, feeling guilty that she was going to go back to the doctor who had raped her, knowing that she would voluntarily have sex with him. She had asked Hikaru to spank her for it beforehand, to help her deal with the guilt. The spanking had been painful but not agonizing, leaving her strangely aroused afterward. And it had helped, at the time, except that the appointment with Doctor Yamada had turned out in a way she never could have foreseen.

“Is there something you want to tell me, Akane? Something on your mind?”

Akane trembled, wondering how he could know. That something was on her mind, not that she wanted to tell him, for she didn't want to tell him about Ranma. But she'd better distract him. Thinking about Doctor Yamada, she remembered what he'd made her do.

Akane's stomach twisted, again, remembering how she'd thrown the coin away afterward. The evil, sick bastard had turned her into a prostitute, and was planning to do it again. And she was going to go along with it, she already knew. And that idea ate into her, making her nauseous, terrifying her even, because she feared that like the sex her slutty side might decide she enjoyed being a whore. Akane couldn't quite believe that, but there were other things she wouldn't have believed about herself at one time that she had no choice except to believe now.

If only Ranma could have punished her! She'd already confessed about Doctor Yamada to him. If he could punish her for being Yamada's whore she'd never start liking it. But he couldn't.

Akane's mind turned to Hikaru. He had already helped her, a lot, helped her to control her slutty tendencies. He had punished her several times, now, whenever she started giving in to her slut nature. He'd spanked her last week, before the visit to Doctor Yamada. She wished Ranma could take over those punishments, that he could be the one to help her keep control, to fight temptation, but he couldn't. Which left Hikaru. She would have to keep coming to Gosunkugi for the punishment she needed so badly.

“Y-Yes,” Akane answered at last. “There's something I need to tell you. Something I need to confess. About the doctor.”

“I see,” Hikaru responded. He put the glass down on a side table and steepled his fingers together in front of him, his elbows resting on the arms of the chair. “Why don't you crawl over here and kneel in front of me. Then you can confess everything.”

Keeping her eyes down, Akane did as he ordered, crawling over to him on her hands and knees. Then she knelt in front of him, body straight except for the calves resting on the floor. Remembering previous confessions, she lifted her arms and laced her fingers together behind her neck, displaying her assets to his gaze.

She kept her voice low but steady. “Doctor Yamada ... pointed out ... that I was ... prostituting myself to him. By giving him sex in exchange for the excuse slip he gave me. I denied it when he said that, but ... it's true, isn't it?” She didn't wait for an answer, but continued speaking. “I didn't even realize it at the time, but that's what I did. Then he ... decided I had to be a real prostitute, for him. He made me screw someone else, someone who paid him for it. And he ... gave me part of the money. A tiny part. And he ... told me I'll have to do it again next month.”

Hikaru nodded thoughtfully. “Did you like it? The sex?”

“I always like sex,” Akane whispered.

Next Hikaru asked, “Are you afraid you'll come to like it? Being this doctor's whore?”

“Yes!” Akane told him. The single word carried a wealth of agony and fear.

“Do you think being punished might help you avoid the temptation to enjoy being a prostitute?”

“Yes,” Akane whispered. “Please. Punish me. I don't want to enjoy it.” She thought about how badly she had wanted Ranma to punish her earlier, a wish which had gone unfulfilled. But the need was still there, even if Ranma couldn't answer that need. “Please punish me hard. Please keep me from ... wanting to do things like that.”

“We need to get a few things straight first,” the boy told her, his face stern. “We need to make sure you understand what is and isn't true, or the punishment won't do any good. Our goal here is to make sure you don't come to enjoy being a whore.”

He looked at her, face hard. “This man. He had sex with you, right? And paid for it?”

“Yes,” Akane whispered.

“Then you are a whore,” Hikaru told her remorselessly. “A girl who fucks a man who pays for it is a whore, and it's pointless to deny it. If you want the punishment to do any good, you must acknowledge this. Now tell me what you are.”

Akane looked down. “I'm a whore,” she said quietly, accepting the fact at last.

“Don't mumble,” he said. “Say it loud and clear. What are you?”

Speaking louder, although her voice trembled, Akane answered, “I'm a whore. I'm a prostitute. I let men screw me and they pay for it, with money or excuse slips.”

“Good,” Hikaru stated. “And you plan to go on being a whore, don't you? We're going to do our best to make sure you don't enjoy it, but you have to be a prostitute for this doctor and his friends again. Yes?”

“Yes,” Akane said quietly, then cleared her throat and spoke louder. “Yes. I have to continue being a prostitute for Doctor Yamada.”

Hikaru pressed harder. “And even though you will hate the fact that you're a prostitute, and you may even hate the men themselves, you will thoroughly enjoy being fucked by those men, the ones who are paying for you. Right?”

Akane had to think about that. It was true that she always seemed to get off on sex, even when she couldn't stand the male on the other end of the penis. So Hikaru was right, wasn't he? “Yes. I will enjoy being fucked by the men who pay to have sex with me.”

Satisfied, the boy inquired, “Are you ready to be punished now?”

“Yes, please,” Akane answered.

“And you're going to show your gratitude for me afterward, right?” he insisted. “By being the best little slut for me that you can be?”

“Yes, Hikaru-sama,” she replied. That was the deal, after all, the one she made each time she asked him to do this. He would punish her like she needed, and all she had to do in return was to show that she was grateful for it.

“Wait here while I get some things,” he told her, then left in the direction of his room. He came back carrying a small bag in one hand and a long, thin, wrapped bundle in the other. He called out in passing, “Follow me.”

Akane did so, but hesitated when she saw him step out onto the engawa. Glass panels were in place along the outside, so it was warm enough despite the December temperatures outdoors. But she would be easily visible from the neighbor's windows through that glass. The young couple who lived there might have been out of town the first time the boys insisted on screwing her out here, but she strongly suspected she'd been seen a time or two since then, and it terrified her every time. What if they reported it to someone? Now Hikaru was planning on spanking her where they could see?

“Get out here!” Hikaru demanded loudly, letting steel enter his voice. It still amazed him how much he had changed since all of this started. The boy he had once been could never have spoken to any girl this way, let alone Akane. He smiled internally as she jumped to obey.

The truth was, he no longer cared if his next door neighbor saw anything. The man worked from home, while his wife worked in an office somewhere and wouldn't be home for some time yet. Hikaru knew that the man had seen him or the other boys taking Akane in her various holes. It had led to an interesting exchange. Apparently his neighbor had been so turned on by it, that he had talked his wife, who was very good looking, into risking a degree of exposure. They now regularly had sex with the curtains open or out on their own engawa. Hikaru had been privileged to witness them going at it several times now.

Putting down the things he was carrying, the young man picked up a thin pad and unrolled it over the bench which stood out there, across which Akane had been placed more than once while being screwed. “Okay, lie face down along the bench. Head toward the inside of the house. Feet toward the outside. But I want your head hanging out in space. Put the bottom of your ribs at the end of the bench.”

Akane followed these orders nervously, glad that only her bottom was displayed for any onlooker. It would have been much worse if she was face up. Then again, she reflected that her breasts weren't really hidden in this position, hanging down as they were.

The situation became worse for her a moment later. Hikaru pulled a cloth sash out of the bag, more than strong enough to hold her in her current condition. Taking hold of Akane's legs he spread them wide, then forced them down on either side of the bench, which due to the way the bench held them apart also had the effect of pushing her ass up a little. Ignoring Akane's protests, Hikaru quickly used the sash to tie her knees together under the bench, holding her in that position. He then pulled out a small pillow and slid it under her abdomen, to help relieve the strain of her raised rump.

Akane was now feeling mortified, imagining the view anyone standing outside would have of her spread genitals. Not to mention how she must seem to be lifting them into the air and presenting them.

The boy pulled out another sash. He looped this one behind her knees under the bench, then brought the ends up. He pulled Akane's arms behind her back, and used the sash to tie one forearm to the other. This not only secured her arms behind her back, well out of the way of her ass, but the way it pulled back on her arms from her knees provided extra support against the weight of the top part of her body hanging off the bench.

“Wh-What are you doing, Hikaru-sama?” Akane asked. He'd tied her up before, but not like this.

Examining his handiwork, her classmate said, “Given what you told me, I think you need to be spanked a bit harder today. This will make you feel properly humiliated for the punishment, as well as making you feel helpless enough that you won't suffer any temptation to try to escape what's coming. After all, if I start spanking you hard, and you try to scramble away, you'd need to suffer something worse for that misbehavior. I'm just thinking of what's best for you. You did want to be spanked hard, didn't you?”

Akane admitted to herself that she had asked him to spank her hard. In fact she wanted him to. The idea that she'd been turned into a prostitute still ate at her soul, and the teenage girl wanted to make absolutely certain that she'd never accept such a fate to the point of liking it. Akane also remembered previous punishments where it had needed a great deal of effort to hold still and take what she deserved. So it really was for the best that she be secured tightly, wasn't it?

Hikaru knelt by her head, licking his lips. He'd been watching a lot of porn on the internet lately, getting ideas, but he also knew he had to avoid moving too fast. He thought what he was about to do would be okay, but he was running a risk of going too far too fast. On the other hand, there was only one way to find out.

“You agreed that you need to be punished, right?” he asked softly.

“Yes, Hikaru-sama,” she replied just as softly.

“Very well,” he said. “But I don't think a spanking is enough. Not for this. Not to keep you from wanting to be a whore. I'm going to spank you, but I think you need more punishment than that. For your own good.”

“Wh-What punishment?” Akane asked, a trace of fear in her voice.

In answer, Hikaru reached underneath and tugged lightly on her nipple. The girl was already quite aroused, so it didn't take much to have it jutting out, a hard little nub of flesh. Then he reached into the bag at his side and pulled out a clothespin, letting her see it.

“Wh-What are you going to do with that?” Akane asked nervously.

“This,” he responded. Opening the pin, he put his hand under her body and let it close on the nipple, pinching some of the pink areola as well.

“Aaaaiiihh,” Akane screamed, jerking her body up from the pain. Not that she managed to escape it. “No, please, don't!” she begged. “Take it off!”

“Are you saying you don't want to be punished?” Hikaru asked seriously. “Do you want me to stop? If you say yes, I will. I'll take it off, and I'll untie you, and I'll let you up. I won't spank you. I've told you before, when I punish you, I do it for you, not for me. So I'll stop if you want. Do you want me to let you go?”

Akane hesitated despite the pain.

The boy placed the palm of his hand on the small of her back, rubbing lightly. “You asked me to punish you in order to help you. If you want my help, then I've got to do what I think best. For you. Would you rather turn into a carefree whore, selling herself to strangers in alleyways? Would you rather become a mindless slut, spreading your legs for every boy at school, begging them to screw you?”

Akane shook her head, knowing she didn't want that.

His voice turned stern. “Either I punish you or I don't Akane. There's no middle ground. And it isn't punishment if you get to choose what happens. It isn't punishment if it isn't hard on you, if it doesn't make you regret your behavior. Now for the last time, do you want my help? Do you want me to punish you? Or untie you and let you turn into the total slut you fear?”

Scared, but even more scared of the alternative, Akane whispered, “Please punish me.”

“And you accept that I'm the one who determines how you're to be punished?”

Akane nodded her head, biting her lip.

“All right,” he said calmly, but brimming with ecstasy inside. “Then I'll punish you. But from now on I expect you to take your punishment like a big girl. The next time you ask me to stop I will, and I won't punish you any more no matter how much you beg.”

Akane trembled at that. With Ranma unable to punish her, she needed Hikaru, needed him desperately. She couldn't risk having him refuse to punish her. “I'll be good,” she said meekly. “You can do whatever you think I need.”

“I'm glad to hear you say that,” the young man said, still kneeling beside her. “It really is for the best.” He reached into the bag and pulled out a second clothespin, showing it to her. “In that case, ask me to put this on your other nipple.”

Akane shuddered. In her mind's eye she flashed on images from the porn films she had been forced to study, remembering how the stars had been tormented with various kinds of nipple clamps. And other things. She wondered if Hikaru might one day use some of those other things on her.

But that was in some nebulous future. Right now she had to deal with the present. Trepidation clear in her voice, Akane asked, “Would you please put that clothespin on my other nipple?”

Hikaru reached underneath and tugged lightly on the other nipple. Having assured himself it was erect, he reached under with the clothespin and let it close in place.

Akane screamed again. She shook for several seconds before regaining control, falling silent as she tried to adjust to the pain.

Now Hikaru picked up the long, thin bundle he had carried out there. Unwinding the cloth which had hidden it from view, he revealed a shinai. Not being a martial artist of any stripe himself, he had never possessed such a practice weapon before. But the thought of whipping a martial artist like Akane with such a thing had overwhelmed him, once he thought of it, the more so as he had previously seen her practicing with a shinai.

Akane saw the weapon in his hands, and couldn't prevent a tear from escaping her eye. Earlier she had asked Ranma to whip her with her own shinai, but he had been unable to do so, or at least not in a way which would do any good. Now someone else was going to do it instead. She also felt a healthy chunk of fear, remembering the day the librarian had used a bamboo pointer on her. But Akane was determined to keep the word she had just given, and not voice any objection to Hikaru's decisions regarding her punishment.

The boy stepped over to her side, gazing with delight on her raised ass, imagining what it would soon look like. He was having trouble breathing normally. In a brittle voice, he said, “Ask me to whip you.”

Akane had been holding her breath, expecting the first stroke. She had to let it out to say, “Please whip me, Hikaru-sama.”

Reminding himself to be careful, that he must not damage her, Hikaru swung. The shinai struck her pale globes, causing twin waves to bounce away through the flesh to either side. Akane yanked up her head and cried out, suddenly forgetting the pain in her tits.

Hikaru paused, giving her a chance to settle back, though she remained tense, the cheeks of her ass quivering in fear. He swung again, leaving another red strip across her bottom, forcing another cry from her throat. He gave her another few seconds to recover while he prepared for the third stroke.

As the third and fourth stroke landed, Akane was grateful for how she was tied. She'd never have been able to hold still for this otherwise. Her bottom was on fire, and curiously, there was a matching fire in her pussy. In some manner, it wasn't very similar to the day the librarian had caned her. She was certain that the individual impacts were even more painful than those she had received from that pointer, but the totality was somehow less agonizing. Perhaps it was the way he paused for a few seconds between each stroke?

Then the shinai came down again, and she became less philosophic for a while.

After the tenth stroke, Akane was absolutely shivering in her bonds. Tears were running down her cheeks, and she was unable to control the weeping gasps she had started emitting between the cries when the shinai landed. It took perhaps half a minute for the realization to sink in that another stroke should have landed by now, and she allowed herself to hope that it might be over.

From beside her head Hikaru said, “I'm going to take those clothespins off now. We shouldn't leave them on too long.” Akane could have kissed him, until he actually released the first one. She was unable to prevent a small, wordless yell, not having expected it to hurt coming off. It made her flinch on feeling his fingers take hold of the second clothespin, and she gasped in pain as that one came off as well.

“I thought you should know,” Hikaru whispered, “since it will increase the humiliation aspect of your punishment. My next door neighbor is watching. I can see him at the window. He's holding binoculars in front of his face.”

Akane felt herself turn so red, she was sure that the blush must have extended all the way down to her toes. She wanted to beg him to untie her, to cover her, anything. But she didn't. She knew it would be useless. She tensed her thigh muscles, trying uselessly to press them together, as a new heat blossomed in her pussy.

Still close to her head, Hikaru told her, “You haven't been punished enough yet.”

“Wh-What?!” she gasped. Her thigh muscles clenched again.

“You haven't been punished enough yet,” he repeated. “You need to ask me to whip you some more.”

Akane's mind was awhirl. He wanted her to do what? To ask for more? When her bottom was already ablaze? Was he insane?

No, she told herself, he wasn't insane. He was the one who decided what her punishment should be. How much it should be. She had agreed to that. It wasn't her place to say when it was over, it was his. She had to trust him. Even if that meant asking for this.

Voice audibly shaking, Akane breathlessly requested, “P-Please sp-spank me more ... Hikaru-s-sama.”

Hikaru stood up, lifting the shinai once more. He looked longingly upon her well striped ass, the globes quivering once more in anticipation of what was coming. He also looked at the engorged labia protruding behind, well separated, the entrance to her cunt visible between the inner folds, all of it shiny with the fluid which was running down over her clit and into the hair on her belly.

The shinai came down, again and again. Akane tugged at her bonds and cried out, again and again. Hikaru's erection threatened to tear its way out through his pants.

When he was done, Hikaru put the shinai down and knelt beside Akane, putting his arms around the bound girl. He held her until her trembling stopped, and her sobs died down. When she seemed to have mostly quieted, he pulled out a handkerchief and cleaned off her face. Then he stated, “You know what you're supposed to say now.”

Akane nodded. Still bound and in the position in which she'd been punished, she found the strength somewhere to speak above a whisper. “Thank you for punishing me, Hikaru-sama. I'm very sorry that I've acted like such a terrible slut recently. I promise I'll try not to become a worse slut than I already am. I'm very sorry that I allowed myself to become a whore. I promise I'll try not to enjoy being a whore. I'm very grateful to you for helping me, for giving me the strength to be good.”

She took a breath and went on, remembering the pattern from previous occasions. “May I please show you how grateful I am that you punished me? Please use my body for your pleasure, however you want. I promise to do whatever you want, to help you to enjoy using me.”

Hikaru's hands trembled as he undid his pants and pulled them off. God, but he loved hearing her say things like that! He removed all of his clothes, laying them aside, then considered how best to fuck her. Truth to tell, he loved the way her pussy was presented right now. He looked across the way, spotting the glint of light off the binoculars. Granted, if he fucked Akane like this, the poor guy over there wasn't going to see anything except Hikaru's own ass. Oh well, life was tough sometimes.

But before starting, he asked, “Are you okay in that position? Not feeling too much strain?”

Akane thought about it. Not that it mattered, if this was the position he wanted to take her in. She had agreed to be properly grateful for what he had done, and if that meant some discomfort, so be it. “My legs are starting to get a little uncomfortable, where the sides of the bench are pressing into them, but I'm okay for now.”

“Good. That pussy of yours is just too tempting. Beg me to fuck you now.”

She'd been expecting that. Having learned previously how she was to make such requests in order to show proper gratitude, she begged, “Please, Hikaru-sama. Please fuck me. I need it so bad. My pussy is so empty. Please stuff it with that huge cock of yours. Please fill me with your cum to put out the fire burning inside me!”

Hikaru stood behind her, straddling the bench, his rigid pole pointed straight at her pussy. Gazing down at her red, striped ass, he pressed the head of his cock between her already spread folds, and eased it into the entrance of her cunt. Pushing ahead, he spread her insides with his thick cock, pressing it in centimeter by centimeter.

Akane groaned enthusiastically. She loved the feeling of his massive rod as it forced its way up her cunt. Why the hell couldn't Ranma have kept it up earlier? He was almost as big, and she was sure it would have felt just as good. Then she remembered she had promised not to think of fucking Ranma when she had Hikaru's cock inside her, and although she felt a little guilty about it, what with Ranma having come home, Akane concentrated on the boy who was actually fucking her.

“Does that feel good, Akane-chan?” Hikaru asked.

“Mmm-hmmm,” she moaned.

“And do you really want to repay me for punishing you earlier, for helping you like that?”

She was starting to pant, but tried to control her breathing to speak. “Yes, Hikaru-sama. I'll do whatever you say. But I can't do much, tied up like this.”

“You can talk,” he told her. “That's what I want you to do. I want to hear you tell me what a slut you are. I want to hear you degrade yourself. It won't be true, of course, and we'll both know it isn't true, but it would really turn me on to hear you do that. Would you do that for me? Since I was so good to you? You do want me to help you again in the future, right?”

Akane wished she wasn't tied up so that she could push herself onto his enormous prick. As it was, she could only lie there while he slowly fucked himself in and out of her. She thought about what he wanted. She didn't really want to say such things, but she was supposed to be showing how grateful she was. And she would need him to punish her again in the future, and that meant not letting him down now, or else he might refuse. He'd agreed it wouldn't be true. So it was just acting. She could act.

“It's true, Hikaru-sama,” she whispered. Then she realized he might have trouble hearing her, and managed to speak a little louder. “I am a slut. I'm a terrible slut. I'm the worst little tramp you ever fucked. If people knew, then all of the girls at school would hate me, and all of the boys would be fucking me constantly. Because they'd know that all they'd have to do would be to point their dicks in my direction and I'd spread my legs and beg them to fuck me.”

“Is that true?” Hikaru asked, trying to hold himself back to a slow fuck.

“Oh yes, it's true,” Akane panted, getting into her role. “I can barely hold myself back now. When I see a guy walking past, and I think about his cock, my pussy just juices right up and it's all I can do not to throw myself at him and beg him to fuck me right there. It's a miracle I didn't end up pregnant years ago. If some boy had realized what I'm like, how easily he could have gotten into my pants, I'm sure I'd have a baby by now. Two maybe.”

Akane wondered where she was coming up with all of this crap, but didn't think about it too hard. The real cock in her cunt, as opposed to the imaginary ones she was talking about, was driving her crazy. She was so turned on that she hardly cared what she was saying so long as it pleased Hikaru the way it was supposed to.

Fighting to keep his voice steady, Hikaru asked, “Would you like all of the boys in our homeroom to stay after school one day, and gang rape you in the classroom?”

“Mmmmm,” Akane moaned, the cock currently sliding outward somehow tugging wonderfully on her clitoris at the same time. “Can't be raped,” she told him, hazily remembering having said something like that before. “I'm a slut. If a boy wants to fuck me, he ... he ... should. Not allowed ... to say no. Like it ... too much. Mmmmm. Yes. Have all the boys ... in class ... fuck me ... one after another. Mmmmm. Three at a time. Like that girl ... on the video.”

“Do you mind if they take photographs?” Hikaru pressed, straining to hold back.

“Mmmm-nnnh. Fuck me. Oh, fuck me.” She panted a few times. “Don't care. Take photographs. I'm a slut. Can't say no. Take photos. Naked. Fucking. Sucking cocks. Butt fucking. Anything they want. Film it if they want. Share the pictures. Anything. Fuck me!”

Leaning over her as best he could in that position, Hikaru demanded, “Promise me you won't wear any underwear to school for the rest of this week.”

“Oh God! Just fuck me! Anything! Yes! I promise! Won't wear underwear! Rest of week! Promise! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

Feeling his own climax getting close, Hikaru panted out, “Promise me ... that after Ranma comes home ... you'll fuck me right in front of him ... and you'll tell him how much you love it.”

Why had she agreed to let him screw her without untying her? She was helpless, forced to let him set the pace when she wanted to slam herself back on his cock and make herself come. What had he said? Ranma?

“No. Please. Just fuck me. Make me come. Nooo!” He had stopped, holding his cock still. It stuffed her, filling her, but she couldn't move on it at all. Her vision blurred. “Anything! Anything! Yes! Promise! Ranma! Fuck you! In front of Ranma! Tell him! Love fucking you! Promise! Come! Need come!”

Hikaru slammed himself forward, thrusting himself hard in and out. Akane screamed in ecstasy. She started shaking in her bonds as if she was caught in an earthquake, head whipping around with her short hair flying from side to side. At that point Hikaru came like a fire hose, filling her until she overflowed, cum oozing out around the base of his cock. Finally he stepped back, his semi-rigid prick flopping down as it pulled free. No longer trapped inside, a stream of white fluid dribbled out of her cunt and down along her slit.

Hikaru untied Akane, then helped her up to a sitting position. She winced, however, when her bottom came in contact with the bench, and chose to get down on her knees instead, sitting in the seiza position. A quick glance outside showed her that Hikaru hadn't been lying about his neighbor, and Akane shuddered at what the man had seen, but saw no reason to hide herself now. She didn't even bother to cover up with her hands.

“Did I ... did I do like you wanted?” she asked timidly.

“You did great,” he affirmed. “Fantastic.”

Struggling to remain composed, Akane asked, “You won't ... won't really make me do those things, will you? The things you made me say?”

He reached down and rested a hand on top of her head. “All that shit about fucking everyone in our class, letting them take pictures, and so on? Hell, no. You were just doing what I asked. Saying stuff to turn me on. Stop worrying about it.”

“Oh, good,” Akane sighed. Truthfully, she barely remembered most of what she'd said. But she was worried about the last thing. She definitely didn't want to have to screw Hikaru, or anyone else, in front of Ranma. And she couldn't possibly tell Ranma she loved it while doing so.

“Except for one thing,” Hikaru said, and Akane tensed up, wondering if she'd been too quick to relax. “That promise about not wearing underwear to school the rest of the week. You'll keep that one.”

Akane was so relieved that he wasn't suddenly ordering her to keep the promise about Ranma that she instantly agreed. “Okay.”

“Now how about sucking on my cock and getting me hard, so I can fuck that pretty, little asshole of yours?”

“Okay,” she said again. Then her eyes flicked to the side. “Out here? Where he can see?”

“You have a problem with that?” Hikaru asked, a touch threateningly.

“No!” Akane shook her head instantly, not wanting him to get mad. “It's fine if he watches. I was just asking.” She straightened up, still on her knees, and took Hikaru's prick in her mouth. She made sure that they were in profile, so that his neighbor had the best possible view. Then Akane massaged the staff in her mouth with her tongue, licking all of her juices off it, before she got down to some serious cocksucking.

In bed that night, Akane wondered where Ranma was. Seeing him that afternoon seemed like a dream now, and it was hard to remember that it was real. She wished he'd slip in through her window, join her in her bed, but she guessed he was still a little shy about that despite everything both of them had been through. Possibly also worried about getting caught, since he didn't want anyone to know he was back in Nerima.

Between wishing that Ranma was in bed with her, making love to her, and remembering what had transpired at Hikaru's house that afternoon, Akane found herself growing very horny. She slipped off her pajamas and panties and tossed them on the floor, telling herself at first that it was only in case Ranma decided to join her after all. She pushed down the bedclothes, feeling the excitement of lying there naked and exposed, knowing that her door wasn't locked.

Akane slipped a finger into her slit, and then pushed it inside herself. She wished it was Ranma's thick cock instead. The girl remembered the feel of his manhood in her mouth, swirling her tongue around pretending it were there now, and wished she had made him come during the blowjob. Then she could have swallowed, and had his cum in her body, even if that wasn't where she'd wanted it at the time. It would have been better than the nonevent which followed.

She chastised herself for that. It wasn't Ranma's fault. He had just been too excited. It would be better next time. The memory wasn't doing much for her fantasies, though. Akane found herself remembering the later events at Hikaru's house. The bondage. The clothespins. The whipping. The fucking. The things she'd said. The neighbor watching. The butt fucking, and more things she'd said during that. She had two fingers inside herself now, and the other hand was pinching a nipple hard, remembering the feel of a clothespin.

Akane pretended it had been Ranma doing all of it to her. She imagined Ranma tying her up, where people could see, and attaching clothespins to her nipples. Ranma taking her own shinai and whipping her bottom with it, helping her to be a good girl. Ranma stuffing her cunt with his cock and fucking her to a screaming orgasm. Ranma making her suck his cock again to get it hard. Ranma making her lie across the bench and spread her ass cheeks, while he lubed her up and slowly shoved his thick meat up her butt until his balls smacked against her pussy. Ranma who gripped her sore ass with his hands ... and pushed his cock in ... and out ... of her ass ... until she was begging ... to come ... and then she was coming ... and he was coming ... and ... and ...

Akane screamed as she came, body convulsing as her fluids flooded over her fingers. With the first returning tendrils of rational thought she realized what she had done. The girl barely had time to yank the sheet and blankets back up and cover herself when the door flew open and Kasumi rushed in.

“Are you all right, Akane?” her sister asked, concern evident in her voice.

“Um, yes,” she whispered. “I had a nightmare. I'm sorry I woke you. I'll be all right now.”

“Oh, okay,” Kasumi said. “Sleep well, then.” The older girl turned and left, shutting the door behind herself.

Akane looked at her pajamas and underpants piled on the floor. She hoped Kasumi hadn't seen them in the dark. Although there was a fair amount of moonlight coming in through the window. She reached out to pick up the discarded clothing, pulling it back in under the blankets, and worked it back onto her body. A little while later she was asleep.

For the rest of the night Ranma screwed her in her dreams, in every conceivable position. All while the entire student body of Furinkan was looking on, applauding every time she climaxed. And she received an awful lot of applause.

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