Moxibustion Violation 14

Chapter 14

Ryoga was sitting on the ground outside his tent, hands on his raised knees, head hanging almost down between those knees. How many days — weeks? — had passed since he'd ... he'd ... — hell, why mince words with himself — since he'd raped Ranma? The young man was no longer sure.

He still had no idea why he'd done it. He'd been trying to comfort her for God's sake! Then he'd raped her. In every possible opening. Although she'd sure seemed to enjoy it. No! Don't think like that! Don't let Haido back out! Whether she enjoyed it or not didn't mean it wasn't rape!

Ryoga shuddered. If only that had been the end of it. But it hadn't. For some reason he couldn't understand, he had the most bizarrely split personality ever since. Sometimes he'd be like he was right now. What he considered ‘normal’. Other times he'd be ...

Haido.

It had taken the boy days to spot the pattern. He'd be his normal self, shy, wishing he could find his way to Nerima, to talk to Akane, to tell her how he felt. Maybe. Then he'd think about sex a little too much. Touching himself at night. Maybe staring after a pretty girl who walked by. He'd feel his mind change. Become perverted. He'd think of all the things he could do to those girls. That they could do to him. Wanting it so much. Determined to have it.

The situation reminded him of a book he'd read sometime in middle school, Jikiru-sensei and Haido-san. It was about a mild mannered doctor who drank a potion and turned into an evil person who didn't care what he did to others. That's how Ryoga saw himself now. His normal self was like Jikiru. But when he turned into a pervert, he was more like Haido.

Not completely, though. Thank God. He hadn't raped anyone else. Not since Ranma. But when he was Haido he was very ... forceful ... with the girls he met. Insistent. It was surprising how many of them gave in to his demands. Some of them seemed to really like the way he acted. That still came as a shock, that there were girls who would happily agree to screw him when he held them close and told them what he wanted to do to them.

Some of the girls had obviously done that sort of thing before. But others had been more innocent. He remembered one girl, some sort of pig farmer. He'd been Jikiru when he met her. There had been a monstrously huge pig, which he'd knocked unconscious. She'd insisted on taking him home. They'd started kissing, and Haido had come out. The rest of the night was sort of vague, but he was pretty sure he hadn't gone to sleep until close to dawn. She'd still been sound asleep in his arms, a huge smile on her face, when he'd crawled out of her bed the next morning. After he was out of her sight he turned back to Jikiru. He got dressed, found his pack, and stepped outside to take in a bit of air. He'd planned to talk to her about what they'd done as soon as she was up, but somehow he'd gotten lost again.

Ryoga sighed. That was another weird thing. As Jikiru he was as bad as ever at finding his way around. But when he was Haido, he always seemed to know where he was and how to get to where he wanted to go. It was really rather disturbing, because it tempted him to turn into Haido. Except Haido didn't want the same things as Jikiru.

Case in point — Akane Tendo. Ryoga wanted to find his way to her to try to confess his feelings. But he couldn't, he had no sense of direction. When he was Haido, he'd thought about it a few times, and realized that he knew exactly how to get to Nerima and the Tendo home. Except he wasn't interested. In that state he thought of Akane as a frigid virgin who would violently resist any suggestion of fooling around, and that just didn't appeal to Haido at all. It was terribly frustrating. He could find his way to Akane when he didn't want to, and couldn't find his way when he wanted to.

Ranma was a different matter. As Jikiru, Ryoga felt awful about what had happened to Ranma, both what he had done, and what others had done. Not that he was going to give Akane up to the bastard or anything, but he did feel really bad. As Haido, on the other hand — Haido wanted very much to get his hands on Ranma again. To do the things he'd done before. And for some reason, in Ranma's case, he didn't much care whether or not Ranma agreed, that it might technically be rape.

Frankly, Haido scared Ryoga. He wondered how he was ever going to find a cure, to stop acting like that. He wondered if there even was a cure.

Wearily, Ryoga added another log to the fire and put some water on to heat. The clouds above him looked like snow rather than rain, and snow wouldn't trigger his curse, but it was best to be prepared. Heating water was a lot harder as a pig than as a human.

Ukyo flopped down on the bed in the little room she had rented. Still no word of Ranma today, or the old man he was apparently traveling with. But she'd track him down eventually, she swore, she'd find him and then ...

Revenge.

How dare he pick that bitch Akane over her? For a moment Ukyo felt a little guilty, thinking of Akane like that. She tried to remember that it was Ranma's fault for making the wrong choice. Why? Why had he chosen Akane?! Wasn't she the cute one? And why had he ... treated her like that? It was almost like rape, except he'd refused to stick himself in her, as if she were ... contaminated, or something.

Ukyo climbed off the bed and looked at herself in the mirror. What did Akane have that she didn't have? Ukyo peeled off her uniform, gazing at herself standing there in panties and her chest binding. She unwrapped the binding, then pulled off the panties and tossed them aside.

There! Could Akane possibly compare to that?! She'd seen the other girl in the locker room and was pretty sure that her own chest was bigger. They both kept their bushes neatly trimmed, no particular advantage there on either side. Akane did have a pretty nice ass for a girl, and Ukyo couldn't see her own very well, so it was a little hard to tell who was better in that department. All the same, Akane definitely wasn't any better looking than her, and Ukyo was fairly confident that she herself was in fact the cuter one of the two of them. Besides, hadn't Ranma told her so?

So why did the asshole choose Akane over her? It certainly wasn't for her rival's cooking, or anything else she could think of. The only thing Akane could have done to convince him was ... Ukyo's eyes narrowed, then she shook her head. That was preposterous. The way Akane went on about boys being perverts, there was no way in hell she would have seduced Ranma away from his proper fiancée. Though it would certainly explain why Ranma may have made a choice which otherwise made no sense.

Ukyo frowned. But hadn't Ranma said something about that time they made love being his first time? Not that it was completely necessary for Akane to have screwed him in order to turn his head around. As shy as Ranma could be, it was more than possible that all Akane had needed to do was to give him a few blowjobs. Or perhaps Ranma had lied. If Akane had been spreading her legs for him like a slut, he probably wouldn't have wanted to admit it, would he?

The more Ukyo thought about it, the more convinced she was that this must be the answer. How long had Akane been screwing Ranma behind her back, while pretending to be little Miss Goody-Goody to everyone? And if she'd been willing to do that, maybe it was because she'd never been as innocent as she pretended. The little slut had probably been putting out on the sly to a bunch of guys. For years, maybe. Then Ranma had come along, and she'd known exactly how to sink her claws into him, fucking his brains out until he'd made a brainless decision.

Ukyo picked her panties up to get dressed again, then stood there holding them for a moment. She dropped them back on the floor. Going to her pack she dug around inside for a minute, then emerged holding a pair of boxer shorts. She slid them on. No more trying to be a girl for you, Ranma, Ukyo promised herself. It's time to do what I promised to do when I first came to Nerima. It's time for revenge.

Ukyo thought of Akane again, tricking Ranma into fucking her well-used cunt and saying it was only for him. And I know a certain little slut I'm going to get revenge on at the same time, Ukyo promised herself.

Akane was sitting at her desk in school that afternoon. She wasn't wearing panties. She wasn't wearing a bra. Just like she'd promised Hikaru. And she was incredibly, totally, maddeningly horny.

Kaori had been scheduled to fuck her during lunch period, but he hadn't shown up. She had no idea why yet, although it wasn't unprecedented. Katsuo had once failed to show up for a session at the end of the day, and she'd learned later that a teacher had kept him after school for some reason. It was probably something similar this time. There might be dozens of reasons. And it wasn't like she wanted Kaori, or any of her rapists, to molest her.

But she hadn't been fucked. And she'd expected to be. And she wasn't wearing any underwear, and that was focusing her attention on her pussy and tits. Her nipples were both standing out like hard little points, thankfully hidden by the thick cloth of her jumper. But her shirt kept sliding over them, sending tingles through her. And her pussy kept squishing faintly as she shifted her legs.

Akane wondered if Ranma would meet her this afternoon. Wondered if they'd be able to finish what they'd started. That would be wonderful, but ... he might not. He probably wouldn't. He didn't want to risk anyone knowing he was back, and there was no reason for Kasumi or their fathers to be gone again today. Dammit! She wanted him! Akane needed to come, and she wanted Ranma to be the one to satisfy her.

But what if he didn't show up? What if she went over to Michio's house later, as horny as she was right now? Akane hung her head a little. It was already bad enough, the way she sometimes acted around those boys. Whenever she was desperate for an orgasm, that was when they were at their worst. Those were the times they'd come up with new and interesting ways to degrade her. Michio especially.

No, Akane couldn't risk that. She'd have to make sure she got off really good before going over to Michio's. She'd have to grab Hiroshi ... er, feed Hiroshi's fantasy again and let him get her off. She hadn't done so yesterday, so it was time to reinforce his notions. Yes, it was something she had to do, wasn't it? So she'd give Hiroshi a nice blowjob after school, and he'd help her come in return. It might not be as good as climaxing all over a hard cock stuffed up her cunt, but it would take the edge off.

Thus it came to pass, a little later during gym class, that Akane was standing on the sidelines in the gym watching the girls play basketball at one end while the boys played at the other. Not everyone was on the court at the same time of course. At one point when Hiroshi was sitting on the bleachers by himself, while his friend Daisuke was shooting the ball out on the court, Akane wandered over casually. She took the time to admire the taut muscles of the young man's legs, revealed by the shorts he wore. He was a lot more fit than one might expect from his easygoing nature.

“Hello Hiroshi,” she greeted him.

“Um, hi Tendo-san,” he said in return, looking around a trifle nervously.

Giving him a smile, Akane said, “I was wondering if you could help me with something after school.”

Hiroshi thought about it. It didn't take a lot of thought. “Where?” he asked quietly.

Akane's eyes flashed toward the stage at the end of the gym. “Backstage,” she said just as quietly. Giving him another smile, she turned and left.

Behind her, Hiroshi lifted his T-shirt to wipe at the sweat beading his forehead.

When Hiroshi finally made his way backstage that afternoon, Akane was already standing there waiting for him. With a hungry look in her eyes. It made him a little nervous, but there was no way he was going to pass this up. Although he reminded himself not to seem too eager. He had learned a lesson the day Akane first blew him — it was always more interesting when she was worried he might be reluctant. It made her more eager to please, trying to make sure that he'd give her what she needed. That was partly why he'd spent longer than necessary discussing holiday plans with Daisuke before coming down.

“Sorry I'm late,” he told her.

Akane scanned his expression anxiously. “I was beginning to think ...” She shook her head, and changed this to, “You weren't followed, were you?”

“Nah,” he replied. “That's why I'm a little late, though. Had to give Daisuke the slip.” He looked around. “Kind of exposed, isn't it?”

Akane nodded, remembering a time when she'd had to give a couple of blowjobs right here, naked. But that wasn't the plan today. “Follow me,” she said, then led the way down some stairs.

Hiroshi took in their surroundings with interest. “I never knew this was down here,” he told her.

“I discovered it by accident one day,” she explained. “Well, not really an accident. An incident involving a tiger. It doesn't matter. What matters is no one is likely to come down here, and there's a couch in the room where we can get comfortable.”

He nodded. Akane wasted no more time, immediately pulling off her clothes, surprising Hiroshi when he saw that she wasn't even wearing a bra. As soon as she was undressed, she posed for him, making sure he got a good look at her nude form. The heat in her pussy was turning into a conflagration. Looking at her classmate lustily, Akane asked, “Would you like me to suck your cock?”

Hiroshi nodded. Akane suggested, “You might be more comfortable sitting on the couch.”

Agreeing with her, the boy unzipped his pants and sat on the couch. Then he thought better of it, stood up, and pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles. He sat down again, his erection pointing up toward the ceiling.

Akane knelt on the floor beside the couch and took him into her mouth down to the root, making him groan in delight. Just at that moment a whistle blew nearby, and there was a sound of many voices. Hiroshi nearly jumped out of his skin, looking around wildly.

Pulling her mouth off for a moment, Akane told him, “It's just the basketball team, out in the gym. For practice. They're on the other side of that wall.”

Hiroshi nodded. After a few seconds he decided he wasn't going to have a heart attack after all. Akane had already gone back to sucking on him, and he was getting into it once more, watching her head bob up and down over his lap.

The young man had an idea. He lay down, stretching himself out on the couch. Akane never missed a beat, continuing to blow him. Then Hiroshi reached over and grabbed her waist, lifting her into the air. Akane gave a surprised gasp, though her mouth never left his cock. He turned her so that she was lying over him, her knees on either side of his shoulders. Akane returned to sucking enthusiastically, trying to get him to come so that he would return the favor.

Hiroshi was licking his lips in delight. He was staring at a pussy, spread wide open just a few centimeters in front of his eyes. He examined it in detail, trying to memorize it. The engorged outer labia, coming together in a slit which ended within a trim mound of soft, black hair. The inner folds, like delicate flower petals opening to the sun. The hard nub of her clitoris, poking out from under its hood. The entrance to her vagina, gazing back at him in invitation. All of it slick with her moisture, giving off a heady aroma.

Hiroshi squirmed and got a hand up in front of his chest, then traced a finger along one of her labia, bring a small squeal from the girl sucking his cock. He slid the finger along the center of the slit, separating her folds a little more, causing her to make additional cute noises. He touched her clit briefly, which made her jump. With two fingers he spread her inner labia apart further, then ran a finger along the inside of her slit. Akane moaned heavily.

Reaching a little higher, Hiroshi pushed a finger slowly into Akane's cunt. He watched with fascination as it sank into her, all the way up to the knuckle. It was true that he'd had his finger in there before, but this was the first time he'd had such a view of it. He slid the finger in and out a couple of times, observing with pleasure how Akane humped herself against it, and he imagined that it was his cock instead of his finger.

The boy had another idea, and asked himself why he hadn't tried it before. Reaching up with both hands now, he pressed down on Akane's hips, causing her to lower herself a little. He stuck out his tongue and licked all the way along Akane's slit. She gave another squeal, a bit louder this time. Thankfully the pounding basketballs and feet out on the court easily covered the noise.

Hiroshi continued licking, swirling his tongue around her clit, pushing it inside her cunt as if it were a cock. Above him Akane was going crazy, squirming like mad. He put his arms around her lower back, holding her in place, and attacked with renewed vigor. His tongue sought out every nook and cranny of her pussy.

Akane was in heaven. She had wanted a cock inside her pussy, but this was almost as good. Better in some ways. She made love to the stiff prick in her mouth enthusiastically, trying to reward Hiroshi for what he was doing. The climax she had needed all day was rushing toward her.

With unexpected suddenness it hit. Akane stiffened, pressed herself harder against his tongue of delights. She lifted her mouth off of his cock and howled. Loudly. Joyfully.

Hiroshi froze, listening. Was she insane?

The sound of basketballs had ceased. “What the hell was that?” someone asked.

“Sounded like it came from under there,” someone else said.

“Yeah, but ... what was it?” a third voice inquired.

“I think it was an animal,” a fourth suggested. “In pain,” it added after a moment.

“Didn't sound like pain to me,” a fifth one offered.

“Stop standing around, goofballs,” a more mature voice demanded. “Back to work! It's nothing. Some animal crawled under the stage and got stuck. I'll tell the janitor later. Move your butts!”

Hiroshi started breathing again.

Finally coming down from the high of her orgasm, Akane guiltily realized she hadn't finished her job. Her mouth returned to the cock standing in front of her, doing her best to make it come.

Absolutely loving the feelings she was providing to his prick, Hiroshi looked up at the pussy still hovering above him. It was considerably more wet now than when he'd started. A little nervously, given what happened last time, the boy decided to give it another go. He went back to work with his tongue.

Akane promptly forgave Hiroshi for every perverted thing she had ever heard him say.

This time they got off together, with Hiroshi firing his cum into Akane's throat a bare second after her second climax hit. Akane was also able to keep her head a little better this time, not pulling off of his prick, trying to moan no more loudly than necessary around it as jet after jet of hot semen poured over the back of her tongue.

Once she was able to trust herself to move, Akane crawled off Hiroshi and knelt beside the couch. She remained like that, nude, while he pulled up his pants and fastened them. She remembered her promises. Once he was dressed, she said quietly, “Thank you for letting me suck your cock and swallow your cum, Hiroshi-sama. I enjoyed it very, very much. And, um, thank you for ... what you did. It felt very, er, it felt wonderful.”

“It was, um, my pleasure,” he replied, just as quietly. His mouth twisted wryly. “Though I ought to spank you for howling like that. You nearly brought the entire basketball team in here.”

Akane looked down, blushing, only now realizing the danger she had put them in. That would have been really bad, for them to have been discovered like that. “Do you ... do you really think you should?” she asked. “I ... I guess so. You're right. I could have got us caught. But ... the noise ...”

Hiroshi swallowed hard, eyes as wide as they could get. Unless he was absolutely mistaken, and he was pretty certain he wasn't, Akane had just agreed that he should spank her. It had been a joke, for God's sake! He had a vision of sitting on the couch again, Akane stretched over his lap, spanking her, turning her bottom red, while she cried and said she was sorry. Damn it! Now he had a tent in his pants again! But he had to get home, and anyway, there was no way in hell he could spank her without everyone in the gym hearing it.

“I need to take a rain check on that,” he got out at last. “Like you said, the noise. And I need to get home. But ...” He took his courage in hand, preparing to make another demand of her. “I think we both agree you need to be spanked for what you did. I don't intend to take the chance of nearly getting caught like that again. So if you want me to keep helping you out when you need to come, you have to promise to take that spanking. Sometime in the next day or two, as soon as one of us can find a way to do it without anyone knowing.”

Akane licked her lips. It was making her pussy feel warm again, kneeling there naked, while a fully dressed boy stood in front of her telling her that she had to promise to have him spank her. And he was right, she had agreed that he should. Equally important, if Ranma wasn't going to be around full time, she might need Hiroshi to get her off again, like she had today. Wait — wasn't it only in his fantasy that she needed him like that? Whatever, it was necessary for him to believe it. So she couldn't get out of this.

Still looking down, Akane said softly, “I'm sorry I nearly got us caught. I do deserve to be punished, and I promise I'll let you spank me in the next day or two. I'll figure some way so that no one will hear or find out.”

Hiroshi couldn't take it. To hell with getting home on time. He unzipped his pants, freeing the massive erection from its confinement. “Good,” he said. “In the meantime, you're responsible for this. So just get over here and give me another blowjob. Right now.”

Telling herself that she was doing so because she was responsible, like he said, Akane walked over to him on her knees. She slid her lips over his cock again and proceeded to give him a second blowjob. It took several minutes of concentrated effort before he finally blasted the inside of her mouth with another dose of thick jism. She looked up at him, a little bit of semen dribbling over her lip and down her chin. “Thank you,” she said softly.

Hiroshi zipped up, telling the naked girl, “I'll see you later.” Then he turned and practically ran out of the room, hoping he wouldn't be grounded. That would really suck after what Akane had promised, unless she could find a way to arrange it during school hours.

It was later the same day, and Akane was in her room doing homework, knowing she was due to leave for Michio's house in a little while. A tap came on her window, and she looked up to see Ranma hanging there. Face lighting up, she jumped out of her chair and slid the window open, allowing her fiancé to flip down lightly into her bedroom.

“Gotta be quiet,” he said. “Don't want our dads or your sisters to know I'm in here.”

Akane looked blank for a moment, then smiled. “That's right, I forgot to tell you. Nabiki's not here. She got a special scholarship to study in America for the next few years. She left while you were gone.”

It was Ranma's turn to stare at Akane blankly. He recovered and swore softly, “I'll be damned. Huh.” Looking up, he said seriously, “It still goes for the others. Let's keep it down.”

Akane wondered for a moment if he was telling her to try not to moan too loudly when she came, then mentally slapped herself. What was she thinking? Just because Ranma had come to her room didn't mean they were going to have sex. In fact, considering the sixth sense their families had for interrupting them under far less intimate circumstances, it would be downright insane to make love while the others were in the house.

Although her wet pussy was suggesting that it was willing to take the risk.

Akane gave Ranma a hug. “It's great to have you back. Did you just drop in to see me? Or did you have something on your mind? Or ...” She glanced toward her bed. “If you want to finish what we started yesterday ...” She broke off, telling herself she was being foolish. It was too big a risk, and there wasn't much time before she had to leave.

For his part, the suggestion made Ranma extremely uncomfortable. He was still terribly ashamed for what had happened, how he had failed to keep his end up when Akane had been willing to make love to him for the first time. He wasn't in the mood at the moment to take the chance it would happen again. He wanted to make sure the mood was just right. Maybe he'd stop in again tonight?

Ranma shook his head, then smiled to reassure her and suggested, “Maybe later.” Frowning, he changed the subject, his voice becoming deadly serious. “I've been trying to think of some way to get you out of the clutches of those bastards. But I ain't got enough to go on. If you think you can manage, if it won't hurt too much, I think you'd better give me more details. Just remember, I'm never gonna be ashamed of you, or think less of you, no matter what they made you do.”

Akane gave him a bittersweet smile and sat on her bed, folding her hands demurely in her lap. She patted the bed for him to sit beside her, which he did.

“Nothing I can tell you can possibly hurt as much as the things they've done to me. Besides, I promised myself a long time ago — at least, it seems like a long time — that I'd confess everything to you, and let you decide which things I should be punished for.”

“You don't deserve to be punished for any of it!” Ranma said hotly.

Akane put a finger to his lips. “Shh,” she told him. “Keep it down. And I do. There are some things I definitely want you to punish me for. Once you can. I need it, Ranma. It's the only way I'll be able to deal with the guilt and stay with you. If you don't, I'll never be able to put it behind me.”

Ranma looked rebellious for a minute. Then he sighed and nodded, reluctantly. “If you feel you have to, I'll do it. If it'll make you more at peace with some of it. I guess I understand, sort of.”

“Thank you,” she responded, and kissed him on the cheek. “Now for the details.” She took a deep breath.

Akane proceeded to tell Ranma everything she could remember, starting from the gang rape. She kept the descriptions clinical throughout, although much of it made Ranma's blood run cold, or else aroused him to killing fury. She told him the names of the boys involved, all of whom Ranma recognized, although a couple only barely. She explained how they had forced Hikaru to join in initially, to use him as photographer, but also making him rape her so that he'd be as guilty as they and couldn't go to the police.

Ranma interrupted at that point. “You're talking about Gosunkugi? That little twerp who sits two seats over from me? The one who got us into the room under the stage with all those damned animals?”

“Yes,” Akane said, a little sad but smiling. “They threatened him and made him do it. He's a lot nicer than the others ...”

“You mean he's still ... doing it to you?” Ranma asked stormily. “You expect me to believe they're still forcing him?”

“Settle down,” she said seriously. “Yes, he's still having sex with me. What did you expect? He's a teenage boy. Once he'd done it, did you really expect him to pass up the chance to keep doing it?”

“But ...”

“Stop,” she interrupted. “You don't understand. He's helped me. A lot. I think if it wasn't for Hikaru, I'd have gone mad by now. You weren't here. He was the one who reminded me that I was being forced to do these things, when I almost forgot. He's held me, when the other boys ... got carried away. When I couldn't go on any more, when I couldn't take it, when I was ready to be consumed with guilt because there was no one to punish me for the things I was doing, he gave me what I needed. But not because he wanted to. He's only punished me when I asked him to, when I couldn't go on without it. So please try not to be too angry with him.”

“I don't like it,” Ranma grumbled.

“Will you at least let it go for my sake?” Akane asked unhappily. “I still need him, Ranma. Until you're cured ... until you can punish me ... I need to be punished to stay sane. That means I need him. Not as much as I need you, nowhere close. And once you're cured ... things will be different. But until then ... try not to hate him, okay? Hate the others. I do. But not Hikaru.”

“I'll try,” Ranma mumbled, doubting that he'd succeed.

“Thank you,” Akane replied. Then she continued, telling him everything the boys had done to her. The punishments, the anal sex, taking two boys at once, the things they made her say, the risks she had run with public exposure. She told Ranma about the two visits to the doctor, including the forced prostitution. Ranma's face was set in granite.

Akane thought about telling him of her encounters with Hiroshi, but decided against it in the end. It wasn't really Hiroshi's fault, and she'd had a hard enough time reasoning with her fiancé about Hikaru. She was afraid that if she spoke, then even if Ranma forgave the other boy they'd never be friends again. So she kept silent.

Akane glanced at the clock. “I've got to go. Michio ... if I'm late, he might decide to make me pay for it. He's the worst of them. No surprise, since he's the one who started all this.”

“He's the one who ... went first, isn't he?” Ranma asked, his voice deadly.

“Yes,” Akane answered quietly. “And if the day comes when it's safe to take revenge ... you can do whatever you like to him. Now, I need to go. Will you give me a kiss good-bye?”

They stood up, and Ranma took her in his arms and kissed her gently. “This seems really bizarre,” he complained. “Like you were leaving to go to work, or school, or something. Not ...”

“Don't think about it,” Akane said gently, pressing a finger to his lips. “Just ... don't. It will only make it worse. I'll be thinking of you. It will help me get through it. And maybe sometime soon ... you and I can ...?”

He nodded his head. Letting her go, he watched as she left the room, shutting the door behind herself. Then he slipped out through the window and jumped up to the roof.

Ranma bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to stay silent. His hands were stuffed deep into his pockets, clenched into fists, nails cutting into his palms. He pretended that he was covered in heavy chains, unable to move a muscle, the better to hold himself still. The boy reminded himself that to burst out through the closet door would end in utter disaster, rather than helping the girl he now knew he loved with all his heart.

Determined to learn all that he could, certain that he could handle what was coming, Ranma had followed Akane from the rooftops. When she turned and entered a yard through the gate in the outer wall, Ranma jumped to the roof of the house. He waited for a few seconds after she knocked on the door, giving whoever was inside a chance to go down to meet her, then let himself in through an upstairs window.

The teenage martial artist had no trouble locating Michio's room. He slipped into the closet, one which conveniently had slats of wood in the door, allowing him to peek out into the room. Or he'd thought it convenient at the time. Now Ranma was cursing himself for his idiocy, forced to hear everything, unable to stop himself from watching, wanting nothing so much as to step out into the room and kill the three boys who were in it.

He had watched as Akane was made to strip and ask permission to suck each of their cocks. She had only done so for a minute apiece. Then Kaori had laid on the bed on his back, his groin at the edge of the mattress and his feet on the floor. They made Akane straddle him, and Ranma had nearly bit through his lip watching the senior's penis disappearing into his fiancée's vagina.

Next Michio had stepped up and used his finger to put some kind of goo into her butt hole. After wiping off the finger, he had moved up to stand right behind her, between both her legs and Kaori's, and pushed his cock into Akane's ass, one slow centimeter at a time. Ranma had an excellent view from the side and a little behind. Once Michio was in all the way, he ordered her to thank them for fucking both of her holes at the same time. Which she did. Then Tanjiro climbed up onto the bed and plugged her mouth with his prick.

That was the sight in front of Ranma right now, all three of them thrusting roughly into his fiancée's body, while all she could do was grunt and moan. The boy in the closet cursed himself again for putting himself in this situation, from which there was no escape. He allowed himself fantasies involving dismemberment of the three assholes in the room.

Akane started shaking harder on the bed, moaning a lot louder. Ranma realized after a second that she was having an orgasm, and remembered what she had said about her body enjoying the sex. He cursed himself even more vilely for his stupidity in coming here. Michio called out he was coming, and rammed himself against Akane's backside. He pulled out a minute later, and grabbed a tissue to wipe himself off. Then Kaori started grunting loudly and thrusting much harder, ending with one final thrust which left nothing of his dick visible outside Akane. Ranma swallowed bile, realizing that a boy other than himself had just dumped a load of semen into his fiancée's vagina.

Kaori just lay there, not bothering to try to get out from underneath. His prick slowly wilted and flopped out of Akane, leaving her vagina, like her anus, gaping open slightly in front of Ranma's eyes. A couple of minutes later Tanjiro grabbed Akane's head, shouted “Yes!” and shoved his cock into her mouth as far as he could. Akane's eyes bulged, and Ranma could actually make out the motion of her throat as she gulped down Tanjiro's deposit.

When Tanjiro pulled his deflating prick out of her mouth, Kaori pushed her off to the side where she lay on her back, trying to rest from the exertion of getting fucked by three guys at the same time. Michio looked down on her with amusement and said, “Go ahead and tell us how much you liked that, Akane-chan.”

Akane looked up at him, panting a little. “I really loved getting fucked like that. Thank you. I can't tell you how great, how sexy, it feels to have cocks in my cunt and ass at the same time. And having another one in my mouth? That made it all the more fabulous.” Her words were a mix of both truth and falsehood, and she wondered if anyone in the room knew which was which. Including herself.

Michio looked her body up and down and remarked. “I understand you're coming to school all week without underpants or a bra. How did that feel today?”

“Hi-Hikaru told you?” Akane asked.

“Of course he did, dummy,” Michio answered. “Anything anyone sets up, they tell me. We can't risk accidents because somebody doesn't know something. The little shit ain't stupid enough to risk pissing me off. Now I asked a question. How did it feel?”

“It made me nervous,” Akane told him. “And horny,” she admitted.

“Of course it made you horny, you little slut,” Michio laughed. “Everything makes you horny.” He paused, grinning. “Name a teacher.”

“Huh?” she asked, puzzled.

“Name - a - teacher,” he repeated slowly. “Male.”

Akane wasn't sure what this was about, but hoped she wasn't going to be ordered to come on to a teacher. Considering that possibility, however, she decided that the safest approach was to name the one teacher with whom something had already happened. Rather than risk someone who might get her expelled.

“Fujimori-sensei,” Akane answered after the brief pause while she thought.

“The librarian, eh? Good enough. In fact, that's a good choice. The library could be a good place. Sometime tomorrow I want you to flash him. Show him you don't have any panties on. Make sure he gets a real good look. If you haven't managed before the end of the day, you're gonna get a damn hard whipping. Understand?”

“Yes,” Akane said quietly, mind already awhirl with how to arrange it. She wasn't really worried about showing herself to Fujimori. He'd shown he was a pervert, so all he was likely to do was to smile and enjoy the show. But she didn't want to make it seem like she was doing it on purpose. And she especially didn't want anyone else to get a look.

In the closet Ranma had pulled the leather bracer off his left wrist and stuck it in his mouth. He was biting on it as hard as he could, which of course wasn't particularly hard at all, but at least it kept him from screaming. Worst of all, he was trying to tell the hard on in his pants to go to hell and get itself limp again.

“How about some more fucking?” Kaori complained.

“Yeah, yeah,” Michio responded. “Your problem is you got no imagination. Hang on a tic.” He walked to his desk and picked something up, then lay down on the bed, making Akane move out of the way. “Suck on me and get me hard, slut.”

“But ... but you were in ...”

“I don't give a shit where it was,” he interrupted angrily. Then he laughed. “Shit. That's funny. You can wipe it off a bit more if you want.” He smiled. “Other than that, just tell yourself it ain't gonna kill you. Now get to it.”

Ranma realized that the inside of the closet was no longer dark. He closed his eyes and fought his battle aura back down.

Akane, moving slowly, got a couple of tissues and used them to scrub at Michio's dick as best she could. When she was done she saw no more sign of the KY or any other residue, and tried to pretend it was clean. She lowered her mouth over it gingerly, forcing herself to use her tongue while she sucked, because she knew he would insist.

“Good enough,” he announced after less than half a minute. “Now get up on top of me and sit your cunt down on my cock.”

Again Akane did as she was told, and seconds later she had impaled herself on his stiff rod. At that point Michio revealed what he had in his hand. He pulled the cap off of a black magic marker.

“Hold still,” he told the wide eyed girl. As she and the other two boys watched, he wrote the words “Cum dump” across her belly above her pubic hair, then drew arrows down to her crotch.

“That is so ... cool,” Kaori said in awe. “You gonna write any more?”

Akane was staring at her belly appalled. In the closet Ranma had finally found the strength to close his eyes. He was sitting back now, trying to convince himself the dampness on his cheeks wasn't tears.

“I don't think so,” Michio said. “This was kind of spur of the moment. I want to think about it a bit more. Plan for it. After I've decided exactly how we'll do it, we'll invite the whole gang over and write shit all over her. How does that sound?”

Kaori had closed his eyes. “I'd love to do that,” he admitted dreamily. Tanjiro was also grinning.

Michio looked up at Akane's face, to see that she was now quietly crying. The sight delighted him, but he wanted more.

“Start fucking me, slut,” he demanded. As Akane's body rose and fell, he inquired, “Do you think your boyfriend Ranma will come home for Christmas?”

“I ... I don't know,” Akane said. In a way it was true. She didn't know if he'd come out of hiding, if Ryoga hadn't arrived by then.

“Hunnh!” Michio grunted. “Well if he does, you better remember not to tell him about our little arrangement. But I want to know if he does show up. I have this cute little idea. You want to hear what it is?”

‘Hell no’ was what Akane wanted to say. “Yes, please,” was what she said out loud.

“Do you think you can talk your transvestite fiancé into eating you out? You can offer him a blowjob in return. I don't want you screwing him, and if I find out you did I'll make sure you regret it. But a blowjob's okay if it means he'll eat you in return. Or hey! You could talk him into doing it as a girl. Both of you munch each other's muffs. Now how about it?”

“I ... maybe,” Akane said, not wanting to agree to whatever this bastard had in mind.

“You better,” Michio promised. “Find a way. Now what we're gonna do is this. You're gonna come over here, and I'm gonna fuck you. And give you a nice load of cum in your cunt. Then you're gonna go straight home and have your fag fiancé eat you out. Without telling him what he's really licking out of your cunt. You got that?”

“You are one sick motherfucker,” Tanjiro told his friend.

“I want in, too,” Kaori said breathlessly.

“Sorry,” Michio apologized. “No can do. Fill her too full and it'll be obvious. But I'm sure Akane-chan will enjoy telling everyone about it afterward.” He frowned up at the girl. “Why the fuck did you stop fucking? Get your ass moving! And I ain't heard an answer yet. Now you just pull yourself together and promise me that you'll do what I said.”

Akane had started screwing herself on his cock again almost automatically, as soon as he mentioned it. The other thing though ... She trembled, just thinking about it. The tears started running down her face harder. “Please. Please don't. Do anything you want to me. I don't care. But don't make me ...”

Michio reached up casually and slapped Akane across the face. Her head spun to the side and she started crying uncontrollably as a red handprint appeared on her cheek.

Ranma had started watching again on hearing his name. On seeing the slap, he came within the barest fraction of tearing out of the closet and doing his damnedest to kill Michio. Some tiny fragment of sanity stopped him just in time. He settled back, promising that someday ...

“Now you just listen, bitch,” Michio said harshly. “You are my toy, and you'll do whatever the fuck I say. You aren't allowed to say no. I'm gonna give you one chance to change your mind, before I tie you down across a chair and whip your ass till it bleeds. And then you know what I'll do? I'll call my cousin down in Kobe and ask him to set up a party for a dozen or so of his friends, for Saturday. Then I'll drag you to the train and take you to his place. Then you will spend all afternoon getting gang banged by all of them. And I'll take pictures of it and send 'em to your dad. So — what's it gonna be?”

Akane was shaking like a leaf. Her mouth moved, but no one could hear the words.

“Speak up, cunt, we can't hear you,” the boy demanded.

“I'll do what you said,” Akane breathed out, barely above a whisper. Tears were pouring down her face.

“That's better,” Michio told her. “Now start fucking me faster. The other guys want another turn, too.”

In the closet Ranma felt sick. He didn't blame Akane for giving in. She'd had no other choice. And she probably hadn't meant it. After all, she knew he was already back, and hadn't told them. She was just telling the evil son of a bitch what he wanted to hear. If only ... no, it was the only thing she could have done.

Ranma sat back, burying his face in his knees. He wished to God he had never come here today. How could he have been so stupid? He had thought he could handle it. But he'd only pictured Akane lying on a bed, forced to let a couple of boys have intercourse with her. He couldn't have imagined the reality. He wished he could somehow burn the memories out of his brain.

More sounds came from the room, to which Ranma helplessly listened. Akane having orgasms. The three assholes, calling her foul names while they had sex with her. Their grunts as they left more of their semen inside her body. It seemed like hours before it was over, although intellectually it couldn't have been anything like that long. When they were done, Michio told Akane to get dressed and get out.

“What sort of plans you got for the holidays for our little toy?” Tanjiro asked after she was gone. “We won't be seeing her in school, and her family might not buy her coming over to get help with her classes.”

In the closet, Ranma barely listened. The holidays didn't matter. He was absolutely determined to get Akane free of these vermin before the end of the week.

Michio spoke languidly. “Wellll, they might buy her coming over to study a little. And she could say she's going over a friend's house, especially if we have the opportunity to use someone else's house. We'll probably get a chance or two. She could also say she's going out shopping. To be honest, we're probably not going to get as much time with her before school starts back up. But on the other hand, my folks're gonna expect me to put in some ‘family time,’ especially around the New Year. Won't yours? So we probably wouldn't have as much free time anyway. We'll make sure to plan some special events, though.”

“I guess so,” Tanjiro said, dissatisfied. He laughed. “Listen to me. Complaining 'cause I'm only getting to use a cunt — who'll do anything I tell her — a couple times a week. I've gotten spoiled.”

Kaori and Michio laughed as well. Michio said, “I don't wanna tell her yet, but I probably will have that party for her down in Kobe. But I want to plan it carefully, not pull it out of my ass Saturday. No pictures, either. I think we screwed up at the beginning. Eight people, each with a shitload of photos of Akane naked and being raped. It's a miracle none of them have leaked out yet. I don't wanna add to the temptation. All it'll take is one photo, copied over and over, and our sweet little deal will be finished.”

Kaori frowned. “You want to try to get everyone to turn them in? Keep them in one place?”

Ranma's ears perked up. He held his breath.

“Hell, no!” Michio laughed. Ranma snarled. Michio added, “You think I want a fucking rebellion on my hands? I know everybody enjoys pulling out those pictures and looking at 'em from time to time. I sure as hell do. No, we'll leave 'em where they are. I just don't want to make it any worse. The last thing I want to do is make good on our threat to let everyone in the world see those photos. Especially when the threat to send single pictures to select people like her daddy is more than enough to make her behave.”

“How long you think we can keep this up?” Tanjiro asked.

Michio frowned, then shrugged. “Hard to say. Somebody's bound to twig to it eventually. Depending on who and how, we might be able to keep it under control. If it's another guy, we can just offer to let him join in. If it gets out of control, the best thing would be to pull out. Drop the slut cold, destroy all the photos we have in our own possession. If anyone's stupid enough to hang on to 'em, at least none of the rest of us can be identified in them. Except for Gos. It'd be her word against ours.”

“Does that mean you'd never post the photos?” Kaori asked.

“Didn't say that,” Michio answered. “Depends on the circumstances. If she just goes out and blabs it all to someone, then yeah, I'll want to destroy her. Put 'em on the internet, and then wipe 'em off my computer. Same as before. It'd be her word against ours.”

The three boys talked for a little longer without saying anything of importance. When Michio walked with them down to the front door, seeing them out, Ranma took the opportunity to slip out through the window and take off. He had to stop after a short distance, however, his blurred vision making it hard to target the rooftops properly. A couple of hours passed before he felt steady enough to go on.

Everyone else in the house had already gone to their beds by the time Akane slipped under her blankets. She had needed the time to do her homework, what with so much of her afternoons being spent getting screwed instead. Her hand slipped into her panties to leisurely start stroking herself when a tap came on her window.

Akane looked over at the window a little wildly, yanking her hand back out, wondering if Ranma could tell what she'd been doing. She crawled back out of the blankets and padded over to the window, opening it to invite him inside. As soon as he came in, she quickly shut the window against the blast of cold air which accompanied him.

“Hi,” she said shyly. “We should be okay as long as we're quiet. Everyone else is already in bed.”

“Yeah, I know,” Ranma said nervously, fiddling with his pigtail. “I checked.”

“It's good to see you again so soon,” Akane told him. “I wish you could come home for real.”

“Yeah, I ... I wish I could too. I wish pig boy would hurry up and get here.” He sighed. He was having a hard time looking at Akane.

The teenage girl cocked her head to the side. “Is something wrong?”

Ranma laughed nervously. “N-No, of course not! Nothing's wrong!”

“Liar,” Akane said, though there was a trace of humor in her voice. Then she turned serious. “Ranma, if you meant the things you've said to me — that we'll get married some day — then we have to learn to be honest with each other. Please. If you're having trouble dealing with anything I told you this afternoon, don't hold it in. Please talk to me about it.”

Ranma looked down. He paced back and forth for a bit, worrying Akane, but she kept silent. She hoped he wasn't about to tell her he couldn't do this after all, that he was leaving. But she'd already decided that she would accept his judgment. She waited.

Finally Ranma came to a stop. He sat down on the bed beside Akane, but didn't look at her. In a low voice, he stated, “I screwed up today. I ... followed you to Michio's house. I told myself that it was to keep an eye on you, to learn more to help get you free. I ... didn't know how bad it was gonna be.”

Akane bit her lip and tried not to cry. “I ... wish you hadn't done that. Are ... are you going to leave me now?”

Ranma looked up, surprised. Then he looked back down. He hadn't realized how he was making this sound. Tentatively, the young man reached out and took her hand in his. “No, of course not. I ain't leaving you unless you make me go away. It was just a lot harder on me then I expected. And that makes me feel like an asshole, 'cause I know it was horribly worse for you.”

Akane reached out with her free hand and rested her fingers on his cheek. “Idiot,” she breathed. “Yes, it was bad for me. But on the other hand, I've had plenty of time to get used to it. It was the first time you saw it. And I don't want you to get used to it. Please don't do that again. I ... I really don't want you to see me acting like that.”

Ranma nodded his answer.

Thinking of part of the afternoon session, Akane grew worried. “Did you ... did you hear what Michio ... asked me to do ... about you?”

Ranma nodded again.

Pain lanced through Akane. “Oh, Ranma,” she breathed sorrowfully. Chin trembling, she said a little louder, “I'd never do that to you. Surely you must know that. It's not like they'd be here watching. I'd pretend to go along with it like an obedient little girl, and then I'd lie to their faces later and tell them I made you do it. That's what I was thinking when I finally agreed.”

“I sorta figured that,” Ranma admitted. “It just all hit home in a way that hearing you tell me about it never could. And actually seeing them ... do it ... to you ...”

“Stop thinking about it,” Akane told him firmly. “You're the only one I want doing that to me. Please don't come and watch again.”

They sat there together in silence for several minutes. Finally Akane suggested, timidly, “Would you ... would you like to sleep in my bed tonight?”

Ranma looked up at her, “You mean ... uh ...?”

She smiled at him. “If you want. I hope you do. I'd like to. Like I told you yesterday, it would give me a good memory. Make it easier on me when I have to ... you know. And maybe it would help you too. Help you to remember that you're the one I want.”

“Okay,” he said, trying not to sound too eager. Then he grew nervous again. “But what if someone comes to wake you up in the morning. Kasumi, I mean?”

Akane pouted. “Worrywart,” she told him. Turning to her alarm clock, she set the radio alarm for a few minutes before Kasumi would get up. “There. Now we'll wake up before Kasumi, and you can slip out of the house. Does that set your mind at ease?”

Ranma smiled shyly. “Yeah, I guess. Um, how ...?”

“It's not rocket science, baka. Take off your clothes and get under the blankets.”

Akane quickly removed her pajamas and panties by way of example, making Ranma breathe harder. She was glad for the darkness. The young woman had scrubbed and scrubbed after getting home, afraid she'd peel the skin off, but the words on her stomach had still been faintly visible in the light of the bathing room. A quick glance down, though, revealed that the moonlight wasn't bright enough to show the marks.

When she slipped under the blankets Ranma pulled off his own clothes. His cock was already standing straight up, painfully hard. The boy looked down at it nervously. He hoped it wasn't going to fire its round early again.

In bed together they spent some time kissing and gently caressing each other, although Akane carefully kept her hands away from his erection. She was determined not to over-stimulate him this time. Her own pussy was already very wet, more than ready, but she didn't want to seem to be rushing things too fast.

Ranma, on the other hand, was worried that they were taking too much time. The excitement of sharing a bed with Akane for the first time, both of them nude, and what they were planning to do, was getting to him. He already felt the pressure building up within him. He feared he might explode soon.

“Akane?” Ranma whispered. “I think ... you know ... we better ...”

“Okay,” she replied. She rolled over onto her back, and spread her legs to receive her lover for the first time. She was more than ready, eager to feel him inside her, filling her. Ranma positioned himself above her, on his knees and elbows. He looked awfully tense. She whispered, “Relax, Ranma.” Then she reached down and wrapped her fingers around his cock, preparing to guide it to her entrance.

And Ranma promptly shot hot semen all over her leg and sheet.

“God! No! Not again!” Ranma moaned.

Akane was also disappointed. The Ranma she had pictured in her fantasies did not have a hair trigger. Still, the situation wasn't necessarily beyond repair.

“Shh,” she told him gently. “Try not to worry about it. We have all night. We can try again in a little bit.”

Ranma's mind did grow a little easier at that thought. Of course, they didn't really have all night. Akane had to get up and go to school tomorrow, and the alarm was going to be waking her up earlier than normal. Rolling over onto his own back, the boy gazed down to where his limp prick rested under the blankets. Then a thought occurred to him.

Rolling onto his side, Ranma reached behind himself. Thanking the old pervert, wherever he might happen to be at the moment, the boy pressed the libido pressure points. Reaching down, he barely touched his prick, which instantly sprang to a full erection, making Ranma groan. He told Akane, “I ... I think I'm ready again.”

“Already?” Akane whispered. She reached down, her fingers closing on his hard staff. “Oh, you are!” she cooed joyfully.

Ranma, preparing to crawl over her and thrust himself home, felt her fingers close around his cock. Her touch sent a flood of electric fire along his nerves. He shuddered, thrust once in her hand, and spewed cum all over her arm.

Akane pulled her hand back. She hoped he couldn't see her expression in the dark. What the hell was wrong with him? The girl surreptitiously pulled a bit of sheet over from the side of the bed and wiped her arm off with it.

Beside her, Ranma growled, directing nasty thoughts to the traitor between his legs. It had drooped to semi-erectness, but even now was stiffening back to full size. All the same, Ranma had to make sure he could perform. He reached back and increased his libido even more.

Ranma got up on his hands and knees, crawling over his fiancée who now eyed him warily. “I think I can ...” His rigid member brushed against her legs, making him gasp at the powerful wave of pleasure which shot through him. He spewed across her leg and into her pubic hair.

“Ranma ...” Akane began.

“No,” he gasped. “I think ... it's hard again ... I can ...”

He moaned, and fired off another, smaller round. Because he had raised up a little, this time it landed between Akane's breasts. It also hurt a little, being the fourth time he'd ejaculated in just a few minutes. He slumped back down.

Akane sighed heavily. “Maybe we should just try to go to sleep tonight,” she suggested. “Could you hand me some tissues?”

Ranma's cock was already becoming erect again, and it hurt. He hastily reached back and reset the libido points, at which he instantly went completely limp. Mournfully he grabbed the box of tissues and held it out for Akane. She wordlessly cleaned herself off, tossing the used tissues across him and into the trash.

When they settled back down, Akane whispered, “Just hold me, okay. And don't blame yourself. We'll manage eventually. Once it isn't so new.”

Ranma closed his eyes. Did she really think he could avoid feeling bad about this?

For her part, Akane was doing her best not to blame Ranma. She was sure they'd work this out. Eventually. Of course, in the meantime her motor was running, and there was nothing to do about it. She couldn't even deal with it solo, not with Ranma lying right there beside her. And she was afraid to ask him to do so, to use his hands, fearing that he would regard such a request as a condemnation, a suggestion that she regarded him as a failure. So she lay there, horny as hell, hoping that she could fall asleep.

Her body had its own ideas. It wanted an orgasm, and it was going to get one. When Akane finally did fall asleep, she immediately slipped into a dream in which Hiroshi was fucking her cunt, while Hikaru had stuffed his huge cock up her ass. She was writhing in pleasure as the pair pounded into her. Ranma knelt beside her, holding his prick. Just holding it. And every few seconds he would come. Spraying one load after another onto her face, until it was solidly coated with thick white fluids.

Ranma woke up to hear Akane moaning loudly, bouncing on the bed. After several seconds she stopped, quieting down again. Her heavy breathing let him know that she was still asleep.

Must have been a nightmare, Ranma thought groggily. Closing his eyes, he quickly fell back asleep himself.

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