Moxibustion Violation 17

Chapter 17

Akane watched the clock ticking inexorably toward the beginning of lunch period. She had done a fairly good job of concentrating on her classes this morning, instead of thinking about her lunchtime “assignment,” but now the hour was drawing close. The young woman was pretty sure the perverted librarian would be more than happy to do his part, but was a touch worried whether he might insist on more than she wanted to give.

Turning her thoughts away from such speculation, she reflected on how normal it had felt this morning to have Ranma at the breakfast table. For a little while she could almost pretend that everything was as it had been before he left. Of course, Nabiki's absence made that a little difficult. Another difference had been that Ranma had not sparred with his father before eating. But it had still been a nice touch of commonplace, leavened by the occasional warm look Ranma had given her. Looks which left her tingling as they brought back memories of the night before.

When it was time to leave for school, Ranma had walked out to the gate with her. No words had passed between them, but Ranma had reached out to take her hand, and squeezed gently. It was as if he were passing her strength to deal with what they both knew was coming. Then he had remained behind, while she walked alone to school.

The bell rang, startling Akane out of her ruminations. It was almost time, but first there were appearances to keep up. She pulled out her bento, and walked over to take a seat vacated by another student, sitting beside Yuka and Sayuri. The three girls chatted while they ate, but Akane kept one eye on the clock.

When she finished, Akane told the other two, “I'm sorry, but I've got to go to the library. There's something I've been meaning to check up on.”

“Do you want us to go with you?” Yuka asked.

“Thanks, but don't bother,” Akane answered with a smile, while panicking inside. “I've got a bunch of things to look up, and, er ...”

“... you don't really need to be distracted by a couple of people trying to gossip while you're about it,” Sayuri finished for her. “Go on. We understand.”

Akane nodded and took off, before they had a chance to change their minds. She quickly made her way to the library, where she paused outside the doors to catch her breath. Steeling herself for what was coming, she pushed open the door and stepped inside, spotting the librarian immediately. He was standing beside a cart of books, sorting through them.

She walked directly up to the man. “Good morning, Fujimori-sensei,” she addressed him.

He turned to the student and looked her up and down, one eyebrow raised. “Ah, good morning. Is there something I can help you with, Tendo-san?”

Akane took a small breath and said, “Could we talk in your office, please, sensei?”

The librarian gave her another long look, then finally nodded. He led the way, holding the door open for her to proceed him. He shut the door firmly behind himself. After a further moment's consideration, he locked the door. Then he walked over and sat behind his desk, looking at the girl who stood there facing him. “What did you wish to discuss, Tendo-san?”

Akane looked down, then clasped her hands in front of her abdomen. “It ... it's about the previous two ... incidents, sensei,” she began.

The man looked at her coolly. “What about them?” he inquired.

The teenager in front of him fidgeted. “I know you, um, punished me for them. But, I ... I was thinking ... I was afraid ... afraid you might decide to take me to the office anyway. Tell them what you, sort of, caught me doing. I ... I don't want to be expelled. Please. Will you promise that you won't do anything else?”

Fujimori leaned back in his chair, wondering what had prompted this. Could she really be afraid he would do something of the sort? As far as he was concerned, the matters had been dealt with. Any further action on his part might incite the girl to make accusations he would rather not be forced to defend himself against. But now it looked like she was more worried than he had realized. Strange, he had thought the Tendo girl was made of sterner stuff than that.

Visions of bending the teenage student over his desk and whipping her — again — began to swim through his mind. It was best to proceed cautiously, however.

“You are correct to be worried,” he said thickly, then cleared his throat. “I have indeed been considering doing something of the sort. We really can't tolerate the sort of behavior you have displayed.”

Akane bit her lip nervously. “Please, sensei. Please don't turn me in to the office. Isn't there anything I can do? I'll do anything you say if you won't turn me in.” She watched him closely from under her lashes, wondering if he would take her offer the way she intended. Or if she would need to be more explicit. She didn't have a lot of time, and Michio's instructions were clear.

The man drummed his fingers on the desk, staring at the girl. He wasn't sure if she were sincerely worried, as she said, or if she was a closet slut who was trying to seduce him out of simple horniness. Or perhaps she was the latter on a subconscious level, and was using the former as her conscious excuse. Certainly the two previous incidents argued for a sluttish nature which, if not already out in the open, was at least trying to break free. In any case, no matter which possibility was correct, it sounded like he could get some pleasure out of it.

Fujimori finally responded by saying, “I think you had better tell me exactly what you are offering, Tendo-san. And if I am not satisfied with what you have to say, then we will go down to the office right now and inform them of just exactly how you have been behaving here at school. Even if you are not removed from this school, I am certain it will be necessary to call your father in for a consultation and tell him everything. So ... what will you do to keep me from turning you in?”

Akane would rather he had demanded sex from her himself, but lunch period didn't last forever and she saw no choice. “If I ... If I let you ... um, you know ... have ...” She whispered the next word. “... sex ... with me, would you, please, not turn me in?”

The librarian licked his lips, staring openly and lustfully at the sixteen year old girl before him. Could she truly be offering him her virginity? Or might she have done more with her fiancé than he would previously have believed? Whichever it was, there was no way in hell he was passing up this chance.

“Prove to me that you're serious, Tendo-san,” he demanded, a trifle hoarsely. “Remove all of your clothing. If you won't do that, then I'll know that you're lying, and I'll do my best to get you expelled.”

Unsurprised at the request, Akane quickly slipped off her shoes and socks, then stripped off her uniform, revealing her lack of undergarments. She stood in front of the desk, completely naked, with her hands clasped behind her back. Trying not to squirm, she watched the man's hungry gaze wandering all over her body.

Fujimori scornfully remarked, “So, no underpants again, and no bra either. You truly are a shameless tramp, aren't you, Tendo-san?”

Akane looked uncomfortable at this accusation, but gave no answer.

Fujimori stood and walked around the desk, also mindful of how long lunch period lasted. He pulled a hard wooden chair away from the wall, one which had no arms. Pulling down his pants and boxers, he sat in this chair. His erection pointed straight up toward the ceiling, purple and angry looking.

“Come over here, Tendo-san,” he demanded. “Sit yourself right down on this. Facing me.”

Akane did as she was told. Walking over, she put her feet on either side of the chair. Placing her hands on his shoulders for balance, Akane lowered herself until she felt the tip of his staff nestling into her slit. Adjusting herself to get the position right, the young woman let herself sink down. His hard cock slid right up into her hot, wet cunt.

Fujimori groaned at the feeling, closing his eyes involuntarily. It had been too long since his manhood had been buried in a teenage pussy. Forcing his eyes back open to enjoy the sight, he looked down past the small but firm tits to the triangle of dark black hair, nestled up against his own hairs. “Start fucking,” he ordered.

Akane lifted herself slowly until he was almost out, then sank back down again. She repeated the motion, over and over, feeling the familiar excitement grow within her. She remembered Ranma last night, and wished that this was his lap on which she was impaling herself.

The librarian examined the girl in front of him as she screwed herself on his cock. He had slid into her easily, although her cunt felt hot and tight and wonderful. She was fucking him without any sign of discomfort, and seemed to know what she was doing. There was no fucking way that she had been a virgin when they started. In fact, he was suddenly certain that she had a lot more experience than he would ever have guessed. He would have to give this some thought, and maybe keep a closer eye on the girl in future.

Akane was moving faster, wanting to finish this off, get Michio's confirmation, and return to class. It was only necessary for Fujimori to come, but her own arousal was climbing steadily toward a climax as well. Unconsciously, she angled herself to better stimulate her clit as she rose and fell.

Fujimori suddenly grabbed Akane's thighs and slammed her down, his cock spasming in her cunt. The move sent Akane over the edge, and her back arched in orgasm, her cunt muscles tightening to milk his cock, drawing out spurt after spurt of cum. Finally, both of them relaxed, although every few seconds another shiver would pass through Akane.

Putting his hands under her arms, the librarian lifted Akane off of his still semi-rigid prick, then put her on her feet as he stood up. The man pulled his pants back into place, fastening them before Akane recovered enough sense to turn toward her clothes. She was stopped by his voice, behind her, saying, “Bend over the desk, Tendo-san.”

Akane turned back toward him, staring. “Wh-What?”

“Bend over the desk,” he repeated. “You've purchased my agreement not to turn you in for the previous incidents. However, there is the little matter of you being at school today without underwear. You need to be punished for that. So bend over the desk.”

“B-But ...”

“Either you take the whipping you've got coming, or as soon as you're dressed I will drag you down to the office and tell them you're not wearing any underpants. And that I know this because you flashed me. And the brief glance I got made it look like you'd had sex with some boy recently. If you don't want that, you'd better fucking bend over right now.”

In a daze, unable to believe this was happening, Akane stepped up to the desk. She bent forward, pressing her belly to the surface, her hands taking hold of the opposite edge.

Fujimori took in the sight happily, but knew he couldn't do much. This office wasn't soundproof, and too much crying would be obvious when the girl went back to class. He crossed over to the cabinet and opened the door, having remembered something which might prove useful. With a grin, he pulled out an old television antenna, a long, thin, telescoping piece of metal.

He took hold of the base of the antenna, and wrapped the dangling cable around his wrist to get it out of the way. Stepping up beside Akane, he lifted his arm, then swung down. The metal bit into the flesh of her ass, and Akane's head whipped up, a loud “Mmmmmm!” shooting out through her clenched teeth as she tried not to scream. A thin red stripe appeared as he drew his arm back.

A second and third stripe were rapidly added, paralleling the first. Akane's feet were dancing as she struggled to remain silent. Tears were slipping out between her lashes and sliding down her cheeks. The man wanted nothing so much as to continue, but knew he had to stop.

“That will do, Tendo-san,” he informed her. “Get dressed and get out of here.”

Akane wasted no time. She pulled on her shirt and jumper hastily, then sat down to put on her socks and shoes. Except she jumped back out of the chair instantly, the agony in her bottom making it painful to sit. The teenager awkwardly pulled on her footwear while standing, wondering what she was going to do on returning to class. But for the moment the priority was getting out of this office. As soon as the second shoe was in place, Akane practically ran out of the room, to see a smirking Michio standing by the exit.

Akane silently followed Michio to the roof, there being no need for explanations and only a few minutes left. Akane shivered from the cold once they were there. The first day of winter was almost upon them. She put her hands to her skirt, preparing to lift it and let the boy examine her.

Except before she could, he spoke a single word. A command. “Strip.”

Akane looked at him. “There's no time!”

“Then you'd better not waste it arguing!” he snarled.

Akane fought down despair, then tugged off her jumper as fast as she could. Unbuttoning her shirt, she dropped it to the roof as well. The girl made no move to remove her shoes, and almost sighed in relief when Michio made no comment about it.

“Spread your legs so I can see,” he said, kneeling in front of her.

Akane moved her feet wide apart, then looked around her, trying to ignore the boy below. She wondered what they would do come spring, if she was still in thrall to the gang. The roof might be unoccupied now, but there would be an abundance of other students up here then.

The examination took no time at all. Michio didn't even have to spread her labia apart, as some semen was already oozing out and gathering along the fleshy lips. He grinned at this evidence that the slut had actually fucked one of the faculty members. He wondered if he might be able to take advantage of her willingness to do so, come spring. He could probably have her fuck a couple of the teachers in classes where he was doing poorly, in exchange for better grades.

He was also amused by the stripes on her ass. It seemed that Fujimori-sensei might be even more of a pervert than he'd realized. The boy wondered if there might be some way he could turn that to his advantage as well.

Rising to his feet, Michio said, “Okay. Seems like you were a good girl after all. See you in class. And I look forward to your report when you get to Gosunkugi's house this afternoon. Bet your boyfriend looks forward to hearing it, too.”

With that he took off, disappearing through the door. The naked girl dove for her clothes, fearing she might have no more than seconds left. Settling the jumper in place even as she ran down the staircase, Akane's eyes sought out a clock the moment she fell through the door into the hall. There were only seconds, indeed. She ran. The classroom door opened under her lurching grip, and she stumbled through, drawing a few stares.

Moving quickly to her desk, Akane dropped into her chair. Then jumped back up a few centimeters, having forgotten the pain in her haste. Ignoring the further stares directed her way, she settled back down again gingerly, trying not to wince. Successful, Akane held herself still, having no desire to move her bottom against the hard seat.

When the final bell rang, Akane turned in her seat, her eyes seeking two specific boys. She saw that Hiroshi had already stood, walking over to his friend Daisuke to talk to him about something. Good. She needed them together. Best act quickly, so that Daisuke's inclusion in the conversation would appear relatively innocent.

The young woman walked over and tapped on Hiroshi's shoulder. When he looked at her, eyebrows lifting slightly at her unexpected approach, she gave him a smoldering gaze and said, “Hiroshi-kun, I know we haven't always gotten along. But you're a friend of Ranma's. Could I ask you a favor?”

“Er, what is it, Tendo-san?” he asked nervously. His eyes flicked toward Daisuke, wondering what could have possessed Akane to come on to him with the other boy listening in.

“I'm a bit worried about the history test tomorrow,” she said. “I wanted to study for it with Yuka and Sayuri, but they're going out Christmas shopping this afternoon.” This was in fact the truth. The pair had invited Akane to go with them, but she had politely declined.

Akane went on. “So I was wondering, if you're not busy, could I come over to your house this afternoon? And we could study for the test together?”

Hiroshi was now thoroughly flustered, not knowing what to say. His eyes flicked toward Daisuke again, uncertainly.

Daisuke on the other hand had almost forgotten how to breathe. Sure, Akane was Ranma's fiancée, and Ranma was their friend, but she was also the hottest girl in school. Well, except for Ranma when she was a girl. While he knew how Akane felt about perverts, and therefore all she was talking about was studying and nothing else, it was still a chance to be practically alone with her for a while. Why the hell wasn't Hiroshi saying anything?

Therefore, being the good pal that he was, Daisuke piped up and said, “Sure. We'd both be glad to. I'll come over, too, and all three of us can study together.”

Akane turned toward Daisuke, with just a slight pout intended to convince Hiroshi she wasn't pleased with this development. “Are you sure you should, Daisuke-kun? Doesn't you mother expect you to be home for something?”

“Naw,” he responded cheerfully. “When I tell her we'll be studying for a test tomorrow, she'll practically push me out the door. Especially when I say I won't be alone with Hiroshi, so she won't have to worry that it's just an excuse to play video games or something.”

“You're, um, certain then?” Akane tried again, hoping that he wouldn't take the hint and back out.

The boy didn't disappoint her. “Yep. It's a good idea. I could use a better grade on that test myself. I'll just pop home to change, then come straight over. Okay?”

“Um, yeah,” Hiroshi managed to mumble. His brain was spinning from the rapid shifts of expectations. When Daisuke took off, Hiroshi turned toward Akane, saying, “Um ...” but not knowing what to add.

Akane pouted more obviously. “I guess ... we'll be studying for the test. Sorry. I, um, really needed ... well, you know ...” She sighed. “I'll see you in a little while. At your house. Who knows? Maybe Daisuke will leave early, and ...” She looked around at the nearby students, and said no more, even though she'd been speaking quietly enough that no one had overheard.

Hiroshi was desperately trying to avoid getting an embarrassing hard on. “Yeah. Uh, see you then.” They both left the classroom, heading for their lockers.

Akane waited down at the corner, keeping an eye on the gate at Hiroshi's house. She didn't want to give Hiroshi a chance to speak to her alone before Daisuke showed up. There would be too many difficulties involved in answering his questions.

The young woman had given some thought into what she would wear for this endeavor. Beneath her coat she had a loose skirt which stopped well above her knees, and a soft, tight shirt which hugged her curves and buttoned all the way up the front. She had left enough buttons undone to show what cleavage she had available, which was in fact more than Ranma used to give her credit for. Underneath these garments she had donned matching bra and panties, white but so sheer as to border on transparent. Now if only ...

She sighed in relief as Daisuke turned the corner at the other end of the block, walking toward her. Ducking back out of sight, she gave him enough time to reach the gate and go inside. Grinning a little at the lukewarm greeting Hiroshi was likely to be giving him, she finally stepped out and strolled toward the gate herself. Pushing it open, she took a quick look around.

The yard was very small, overlooked by houses on both sides. Hiroshi's house, itself, was also small, but seemed to be well maintained. All in all it was fairly impressive when one remembered that his mother had been widowed many years ago, and was the sole source of income for the household. That they had any house at all, rather than a tiny apartment, was simply amazing, particularly here in Tokyo.

Akane knocked on the front door, which was answered instantly by Hiroshi. She stepped inside and handed him her coat, retaining her schoolbag. The boy led her into the family room, where Daisuke was already pulling out a textbook and papers, placing them on the low table. Hiroshi's things were on the table as well, and he sat on the floor across from Daisuke.

Instead of sitting at the table herself, Akane sat on the floor nearby, facing the table, with her back resting against a couch. Her feet were in front of her, with her knees up in the air. She pulled out the history textbook, opened it, and placed it in her lap, “accidentally” letting it pull down on her skirt, sliding the hem a little further down from her raised knees toward the top of her thighs.

They spent half an hour studying, although frankly the boys spent a lot more time studying Akane's legs. Their attention was riveted even more completely by the occasional glimpses they got of the crotch of her panties. Both boys were fairly certain they could make out her slit through those panties. Beyond those considerations, Akane wasn't helping their concentration in the least with the way she kept the end of a pen in her mouth, sucking on it every now and then.

At one point she leaned over to get some notes out of her schoolbag, letting her legs come wide apart as she did. The two boys sucked in air as the sheer fabric stretched tight across her crotch, not only making it absolutely clear that they could indeed see her slit, but also revealing the dark shadow of her pubic hair on her mound. They nearly whimpered in disappointment as she sat back up, resuming her former position.

After a little more time passed, Akane stood up, pleading the need to use the bathroom. Both boys wiped sweat off their foreheads. Daisuke looked over at his friend, and timidly said, “Did you ... um, did you ... see ...?”

“Yeah,” Hiroshi breathed, no less affected despite having seen Akane fully nude before. Not to mention the other things he'd done with her. At the same time he was feeling a bit resentful. He was beginning to think Akane was purposely teasing him, wanting him to send Daisuke home so the two of them could get down to business. The hell of it was, it was working. Hiroshi considered what excuse he could give his friend to push the guy out the door.

After about ten minutes, Daisuke idly wondered, “What do you think is taking her?”

Hiroshi shrugged. “Maybe I better go check. Wait here.” He stood and walked off.

When he didn't find Akane in the bathroom, the boy began to worry. It wasn't like there were enough rooms in the place for someone to get lost. He found her quickly enough, when he peeked into his bedroom. Hiroshi goggled at what he saw, staring at Akane lying on his bed, her skirt hiked up, stroking a finger along the damp crotch of her panties.

“What are you doing?” he hissed quietly.

“Please, Hiroshi,” she begged. “I need it. I've been waiting all day. I need to come. I can't take it any longer.”

The boy looked back down the hall wildly. She'd been only just quiet enough not to be overheard back in the family room. “Are you nuts?” he whispered. “Daisuke's right down the hall! He'll hear! Even if he doesn't, he'll get curious! He'll come looking!”

“I don't care,” Akane told him. “I need you to make me come. Please, I'll do anything you say. I'll give you a great blowjob, right here in your own bedroom.” She started undoing buttons on her shirt. “Or, or ... you can spank me if you want. Would you like to spank me?”

“I'd love to spank you!” Hiroshi growled softly. “In fact, I guarantee I'm going to spank you ... after Daisuke leaves. Now button your shirt back up and let's get back out there before he comes looking!”

Akane stood up, leaving the shirt unbuttoned. She put her arms around Hiroshi's neck, pressing her bra covered tits against his chest. “But I need it!” she insisted. “I'm soooo horny. My brain has shut down. I can't think of anything but your cock and my pussy. Please, I need you to make me come. I'll do anything, anything at all, if you'll just make me come.”

Hiroshi was sweating profusely. “Damn it! I ought to throw you down on the bed and fuck you, talking to me like that!”

Akane opened her eyes wider, staring directly into his. “Fuck me?” she repeated. “But ... but ... I thought ...” She closed her eyes, allowing herself to tremble against his body. “Oh God, I need to come so bad. Are you really going to take advantage of me like that? Are you really going to make me promise to spread my legs, and ask you to fuck me? Are you really going to refuse to let me come unless you get to stick your cock in my pussy, and fuck me, and fill me with cum? Are you really going to do that to me?”

Hiroshi tried to swallow, but his mouth was too dry. Somewhere in the back of his mind someone whispered, “Ranma,” but the voice was faint. The more immediate concern was the other boy, just down the hall.

He took Akane by the shoulders, pushing her back a step and holding her there. He tried hard to get his breathing, his brain and his cock under control. The boy moaned slightly when he noticed that at some point her shirt had pulled wide open, and he could make out the dark circles of her areolae through the thin fabric of her bra.

“Listen Akane,” he said earnestly. “I'd love to fuck you. At least, the big fellow in my pants would really like it. And maybe if we were alone I'd be crazy enough to do just that. But don't you understand? If we do something, Daisuke would catch us! Think about it! Or do you need to come so badly that you don't care if you end up getting fucked by him too?!”

That ought to get through to her, Hiroshi told himself. I hope.

Akane hung her head in seeming surrender, while her ears listened carefully. “I ... I understand. You know how badly I need it, and you're determined to make me pay your price for it. To give in to your pleasure. Because you know I don't have a choice. And you're right. I don't have a choice.”

The girl lifted her eyes to his face, after managing to force out some moisture to glisten at their corners. “Very well, Hiroshi. Since there's no other way.” She took a breath. “If you promise to give me an orgasm, then I promise to spread my legs and beg both you and Daisuke to fuck me. I promise that after you're done, I'll thank you for fucking me and for coming in my pussy. Is that what you wanted?”

“Holy ... shit!” breathed a voice from the doorway.

Hiroshi spun around, staring popeyed at his friend standing there. Struggling to speak, he choked out, “How ... How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to hear what Akane just promised,” the boy said in awe. Addressing himself to the girl standing there, her bra still exposed, he asked, “Did you really mean that, Akane-san? Will you really beg us to fuck you, and thank us afterward?”

She nodded, looking down and not speaking.

Voice hoarse, Hiroshi asked, “But what about Ranma?”

Akane looked up, allowing need to burn in her eyes. “He's not here. I need to come. You've named your price, and I've agreed to pay it.” Dropping her eyes again and shrugging off her shirt, their classmate said, “I'll do everything you say. If you'll just help me to come.” She reached down to unfasten her skirt.

“But ...” Hiroshi stopped there, transfixed, as Akane's skirt fell to her ankles. He didn't know what else to say.

Daisuke, for his part, wondered if his friend had gone insane. Sure, Akane was Ranma's fiancée, but she was standing half naked in front of them! Practically begging them to screw her! Her hands were reaching back to unclasp her bra, and if Hiroshi was uncertain about this, he himself sure wasn't. Daisuke unzipped his pants and let them fall.

Seeing that this was going to happen no matter what he had to say about it, and feeling a proprietary air over Akane, Hiroshi started yanking off his own clothes. Within seconds, all three teens were standing there, completely nude.

Akane seized the initiative. Lying down on the bed she spread her legs, giving both boys a good look at her drenched pussy. She looked up at Hiroshi, and said, “Please, Hiroshi. Please fuck me. Please shove your cock in my cunt and fuck me hard. You know I need it. I deserve it, after the way I've been teasing you. Show me what it means to be fucked by a real man's cock.”

Daisuke stepped forward, but Hiroshi reached out and shoved him back. He climbed on the bed, his knees between Akane's spread legs, one hand propped beside her shoulder to hold him aloft, the other grasping his cock, aiming it. He tried one final time. “Are you sure about this, Akane?”

“Yes,” she said breathily. “Fuck me now. Fuck me the way I need it. Fuck meeee...”

Her voice rose and then trailed off, as Hiroshi lowered himself, sliding the head of his cock along her folds, spreading them. He pushed forward slowly, sinking his virgin cock into the hottest, tightest, most heavenly place he could ever have imagined. When his hairs were pressed against her he looked down at Akane's face to see a blissful smile. It totally matched the way he felt in that instant.

Daisuke watched, awed beyond belief, as his friend's cock slid in and out of Akane's cunt. On each retreat, it glistened wetly with her fluids. He wished he had a camera to record the scene. Or better yet, a camcorder. Then he thought about the pictures leaking out by accident and ending up in Ranma's hands, and decided that maybe it was better not to have a record.

The boy pinched himself to confirm that he wasn't dreaming. He leaned closer, getting a better look at the way her pussy stretched around the rod buried within it. He couldn't help saying, “I can't believe you're really fucking Akane Tendo.”

From off to the side he heard her voice, slightly miffed, “I am right here, you know.”

“Um, yeah,” he said apologetically. “I can't believe you're letting us do this, either.”

Hiroshi couldn't hold out for long. He pumped faster and faster, until with a joyous shout he planted himself firmly and injected a huge load of jism into Akane's womb. Then he collapsed, lying across her.

Akane gave a muffled sigh. She had only climbed about halfway to her own climax. She told herself that she should have known he wouldn't be able to last very long. She looked at the other boy, patiently waiting beside the bed, and raised an eyebrow inquiringly.

Daisuke decided that patience should have limits. “Come on, get off asshole! Let me have a turn!”

Akane frowned. She didn't much care for Daisuke's attitude, treating her as if she was only a pussy in which to stick his dick, forgetting that there was a person attached. Maybe it was because he had jumped straight from nothing to getting to screw her. Unlike Hiroshi, who had advanced in stages, happy about each additional thing they did together. It also made her think that maybe Ranma was right, that it might be better to move forward a step at a time, enjoying each thing they did together, instead of jumping straight to the end.

When Hiroshi climbed out of the way, Daisuke jumped between her legs immediately. Akane barely managed to get out, “Please fuck me ...” before he was stabbing at her pussy with his dick. It took the boy three tries to find the right hole. Akane breathed with relief as he pushed inside, hoping he'd help her reach the climax she longed to have. It was with some puzzlement that she stared up at him when he stopped, about halfway in, shuddering.

Daisuke pulled back out, trailing some cum behind. “I, uh, came,” he explained.

From the foot of the bed Hiroshi laughed. “Man, that was pathetic.”

Daisuke got off the bed, snarling, “Fuck off, jerk!”

Hiroshi just gave him a smug smile, then sat down beside Akane. He put a hand between her legs, and soon had her humping against his fingers. Then he pulled those fingers back and said, “I know you want to come. And I'm going to help you. But there's something else we need to take care of first. Hang on.”

He stood up and left the room. The eyes of the other two followed him, baffled. He returned seconds later, carrying a stout wooden hairbrush. Akane licked her lips nervously, suddenly understanding. Daisuke was still completely in the dark, the only thing he could think being that for some ungodly reason Hiroshi was planning to brush Akane's hair.

Hiroshi looked down at the girl on his bed, her legs still spread, a little white fluid leaking out of her gash. “Do you remember what I said you were going to get?” he asked. Akane nodded. Hiroshi sat on the bed and said, “Come here and lie down over my lap. You don't get to come until after I'm done.”

Daisuke watched, as puzzled as ever, while Akane placed herself over Hiroshi's legs, her bottom right over his legs. When Hiroshi lifted the hand holding the hairbrush, Daisuke's eyes shot wide in understanding, but still utterly unable to believe what his friend planned to do, or that Akane was going to let him do it.

Then the brush came down with a crack, flattening Akane's ass, forcing a small yelp from her mouth. At that point Daisuke had no choice but to believe, and his good friend Hiroshi was suddenly transmogrified into a god within his mind. The brush came down again, and again. A red oval appeared each time. Akane grunted or cried out with every blow, but made no attempt either to escape or to stop Hiroshi.

The hairbrush continued to fall, the sharp smacks of wood against flesh filling the room. Akane was crying now, with tears gathering to roll down her cheeks, slowly dripping onto the sheet beneath her face. Her ass gradually turned red, as the oval prints from the brush merged together into a continuous crimson glow.

Still the spanking continued, and Daisuke could not help but wonder how on earth Hiroshi could know that Akane would permit this, or for that matter, why Akane was permitting this. But she lay there, now openly sobbing, taking whatever punishment Hiroshi saw fit to mete out.

Hiroshi finally stopped and set the hairbrush aside. He caressed Akane's heated ass slowly and softly, waiting for her sobs to subside. When they did, and she was pushing her bottom lightly up against his caresses, Hiroshi asked, “Do you want me to fuck you now?”

“Yes, please,” Akane gasped.

Hiroshi looked up at his friend, cocked an eyebrow, and held the other boy's eye while he directed his next statement at the girl across his lap. “If you want me to fuck you and make you come, first you have to promise that Daisuke and I can fuck you any time we want, from now on.”

“I ... I promise,” Akane said. Then thinking this wasn't enough, she added, “I promise that both of you can fuck me any time you want.”

“All right, then get off me. Lie down and spread your legs. Show me where you want me to fuck you.”

Akane climbed off and lay down eagerly, immensely aroused. She not only spread her legs wide, but reached down and spread her pussy, showing everything to the lustful eyes of the two teenage boys. “I want you to fuck me right here,” she said wantonly.

Hiroshi positioned himself over her, then thrust into her honeyed depths once more. Despite getting turned on by the spanking, he was able to hold out a bit longer this time thanks to his previous climax. Pumping himself in and out, he watched Akane's expression change, showing her increasing arousal. Her hips moved in rhythm with his thrusts, fucking back at him, trying to get him deeper inside her.

Akane's voice escaped her restraint. “Oh. Oh, yes. Yes. Ahh. Please. Mmm. Gonna, gonna come. Oh.”

Hiroshi was getting close to popping off himself, but looking at Akane's spaced out expression he managed to ask, “Do you like doing what you're told, Akane?”

“Yes. Yes. Do what I'm told. Mmm. Fuck. Fuck me. Good slut. Need to fuck.”

The eyebrows of both boys climbed on hearing this, but Hiroshi could spare no attention for further questions. He began thrusting in and out hard. Underneath him, Akane screamed, long and loud, ramming her pussy against his cock. Overwhelmed, Hiroshi let loose, grunting like a wild animal while he blasted Akane's cunt with jet after jet of cum. Both of them fell to the mattress together.

After that, Akane regarded her second screw with Daisuke as anticlimactic. He lasted about half a minute before coming, barely starting Akane back up the slope of arousal. It was rather disappointing. Nonetheless, she had a duty to do. When he pulled out, she remained where she was, legs apart, letting them see their cum leaking out of her pussy. She looked up at the two boys and said, “Thank you for fucking me, and for making me come. I really needed that.”

Hiroshi smiled and said, “You're welcome.” He reached for Akane's hand and helped her to stand up. She dressed under the watchful eyes of the two boys, making sure they got some more good views before she covered up.

Walking down the street after leaving, Akane wondered if she could find a way to give Daisuke some extra training. If she had to screw him, then the least he could do was learn to last long enough to satisfy her.

Ranma knocked on the door of Hikaru's house already in female form, figuring she might as well spare herself an ice cold soaking. She wasn't thinking too much about what was going to happen to herself. Mostly she was worried about what Akane would be going through at the hands of her two perverted friends. If they did anything to upset her ...

The door opened to reveal Hikaru's face, his expression stuck in neutral. He stepped aside to allow Ranma to pass, which Ranma did, shucking off her jacket and tossing it to the scowling boy.

On entering the next room, Ranma saw that there were no fewer than three boys waiting there for her. Her classmate Michio, the gang's boss, and the two second year students, Tanjiro and Raiden. They all had unpleasant smiles on their faces.

Could have been worse, Ranma thought with a sigh. The other three could've been here as well.

Out loud she sneered and asked, “So what have you got planned today for your little dicks?”

As expected, their expressions darkened. Less expected, all three laughed grimly.

“Told you she'd be mouthy,” Michio commented.

“Did you hear me denying it?” Tanjiro replied.

“Strip and come over here,” Michio ordered calmly, moving to stand beside an easy chair which had been pulled out into the room. “Then hold your arms out in front of you.”

Ranma did so, dropping her clothes where she stood, then walking over and sticking her arms out toward the boy. A look of contempt had suffused her features at the realization that he felt the need to tie her up again.

Michio reached over the back of the chair and came back up with an odd contraption, like a pair of hard leather mittens with a chain between them. He slipped these over Ranma's hands, then fastened buckles which went around the wrists, preventing them from coming off.

Ranma looked down at her hands, realizing two things. First, that these were essentially handcuffs, with mittens attached. Second, that even if she wanted, she could not press any shiatsu points with her fingers enclosed this way.

Michio turned her and pushed her down across the back of the chair, allowing Ranma to see a length of rope and several long pieces of wood lying on the cushion. “Tie her in place,” the boy said, while his hand on her back kept her from rising.

Tanjiro and Raiden took the rope and tied one end to the chain between the mittens. They passed it under the chair and then used it to tie Ranma's ankles to opposite legs. The girl was held tightly in place, ass in the air, arms stretched out in front of her. She figured they were planning to rape her from behind.

In this she proved to be incorrect. Michio reached underneath Ranma and pulled out one of the pieces of wood. It was just a long wooden cylinder, a centimeter thick and a meter in length. As Michio took a stance behind Ranma and to the side, he said, “I brought several of these in case they break. It's time to cure you of that mouthiness.” His arm lifted the stick high into the air.

Ranma, without a clear view due to her position, didn't understand the boy's intentions until his arm swung down and the impact came on her ass. The sheer surprise caused her to lift her head and whinny, struggling instantly to control the outcry. She turned her head and yelled, “Don't you dare you motherfucking ...”

Her voice was cut off when the cane struck again. Ranma's muscles tensed, but she managed not to cry out. Breathing hard, she gasped out, “I am going to kill ...”

Again she got no further, as the next blow robbed her of speech. Realizing the hopelessness of the situation, she settled down to endure, determined not to give them the satisfaction of hearing her make any further sounds.

Stroke after stroke landed, leaving trails of agony across the girl's hips. Her muscles tensed involuntarily, time after time. Every now and then her head would whip from side to side, the red pigtail swinging. Stripes of red crossed and crisscrossed her ass, the globes of flesh now quivering uncontrollably. Tears helplessly slid down Ranma's face to fall to the cushion. But still she remained silent.

Then Michio started on the backs of her thighs. Unable to control her response, Ranma screamed. More blows landed on her legs, right below the curve of her hips. The dam broken, Ranma could no longer hold back her cries, her throat erupting in a shriek with each impact. Michio moved back to her hips, listening to Ranma scream with each stripe he laid down across her ass.

When Michio stopped, the red-haired girl's ass was a mass of welts running in long tracks across the flesh. Her chest was heaving in sobs, crying heavily, her control having been broken when the screams began. The boy waited patiently while the weeping diminished.

When he thought Ranma might be able to speak, he crouched down in front of the chair, near her head. “You planning to mouth off at us anymore?” he asked, while placing an internal bet with himself concerning the answer.

“F-Fuck ... you!” Ranma gasped out.

Michio nodded, winning the bet. He stood up and walked behind the chair, raising the cane again. Ranma, eyes blurred with tears, had no idea it was coming. When the piece of wood cut across her ass, Ranma's head shot up, her arms tugging hard against her bonds, and a scream tore from her throat which shook the windows. But Michio didn't stop there. He whipped her hard, again and again, making Ranma's body dance in agony. He stopped, and once more waited for Ranma to settle.

Crouching down in front of Ranma, he asked, “Got a different answer for me this time? Or you want more of the same?”

Ranma felt despair grip her. She could probably take more, given some of the things she'd been through in her life, but would Michio ever stop? Probably not. He'd just keep whipping her, over and over, until she gave him the answer he wanted. And no matter how strong she was, Ranma knew she was only flesh and blood. Eventually, the pain would become too much even for her, and she would break and tell him what he wanted. There was no point in getting her ass turned into raw hamburger. Assuming it wasn't already.

Trying to catch her breath, Ranma said, “I-I'll ... keep my ... thoughts ... to my-myself.”

“Good enough,” Michio laughed. “And are you going to be a good girl and do everything that we say?”

“Y-Yes,” Ranma answered.

“You'd better,” Michio told her seriously. “If you don't, then I just might have to give Akane a whipping like this when she gets here.”

Ranma's head jerked up and turned a hateful glare on the boy. Then she drooped down again. “I'll ... do what you want,” she promised. “Don't ... hurt Akane.”

“Let's see if you mean it,” Michio said, something nasty in his voice. “Tell us that you wish you could spend the rest of your life as a girl. Because you love getting fucked in your cunt with a good, hard cock.”

“You ...!” Ranma caught herself just in time. She licked her lips. She pictured Akane in the same position as herself, getting whipped in the same fashion. She took a deep breath. “I wish I could spend the rest of my life as a girl. I love having a good, hard cock fuck my cunt.”

“And you want us to turn you into an expert cocksucker, right?” Michio pressed. “So that the guys will enjoy getting blowjobs from you, and reward you with great big mouthfuls of cum to swallow.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Ranma said.

Michio stood, and the cane came down from the front on one upturned globe of her ass, making Ranma howl. He crouched back down and said, “You want to try that again? Tell me what I want to hear.”

Ranma panted a few times. Then, “I'd like to be turned into an ... expert cocksucker,” she replied unwillingly. “I want guys to enjoy getting blowjobs from me. I want them to ... reward me with big mouthfuls of ... cum. So I can swallow them. Okay?”

“Yeah, better,” her captor agreed. “Are you ready to get fucked now?”

“Yeah, what...” Ranma licked her lips. “I mean, yeah, I'm ready to be fucked now.”

They untied Ranma's ankles, then Michio took hold of the rope still tied to her manacles and pulled her along as if it were a leash. Ranma tried to dig in her heels when she saw that she was about to be pulled out onto the engawa, separated from the outdoors only by glass. However, a pull brought her stumbling out regardless of her wishes.

“Are you nuts?” Ranma hissed. “Someone'll see!”

Raiden guffawed. “Don't worry about it. Akane gets screwed out here all the time.”

Ranma glanced at the second floor of the house next door, clearly visible above the wall. She supposed that the occupants might work during the day, and have no children. If they could get away with ... what they did with Akane, she supposed it ought to be safe enough.

While she was involved with these thoughts, Michio pulled her over to a bench and made her lie along it on her back, face up. She winced in pain when her bottom touched the hard wood. Her ass was at the edge facing the outdoors, and they pulled her arms over her head and tied the rope around the base of the other end of the bench. Then Tanjiro and Michio picked up a couple of additional lengths of rope, and each seized one of her ankles and tied one end there. They hauled up, and Ranma yelped for an instant to find her legs sticking straight up and spread out in a wide V. The other ends of the ropes were tied to hooks in the ceiling, holding her in that position.

Ranma really, really hoped there was no one next door. Because if there was, they were getting one hell of a view.

The boys stripped off their clothes, then Michio moved down between Ranma and the outside glass. He knelt there, testing her pussy with a finger to confirm that it was wet enough. Ranma cursed herself for how easily she juiced up, but there was nothing to be done about it. Grinning at her, Michio targeted his prick and slid it home into her cunt. He fucked her steadily, determined to last as long as he could before his first come of the day.

At the same time Raiden knelt beside the girl, forcing her head to the side to face him. Ranma saw the boy's thick cock staring her straight in the face, and guessed what was coming. She tried to keep her mouth closed, but it was easily pried open, and Raiden fed her his huge sausage. Ranma's jaw ached with how widely it had to stretch, and she tried not to drool as he began fucking her mouth.

While this double team took place, Ranma felt a feather touch on her clit, causing her to jump a little. More strokes continued, making her groan at the sensations they caused. She couldn't get her head around to see which of the three was touching her like that, but she damned whoever it was. Before long her hips were writhing against her will, the pressure of her arousal building within.

When the orgasm crashed over her, Ranma hummed her involuntary pleasure. The vibration around his organ proved too much for Raiden, who came down her throat like a fire hose. Ranma had trouble swallowing, and a considerable quantity of semen poured out of the lower corner of her mouth. Just as Raiden withdrew, Michio began grunting “Yes, yes, yes” over and over, then held his cock all the way in and bathed Ranma's cervix with fresh, hot cum.

When those two moved away, Tanjiro stepped in immediately. He was holding a tube in his hand, and before Ranma even saw his intention, the boy had pushed a finger covered with lube up her ass. Her head whipped around to see him applying more lube to his own prick.

“Goddamnit!” Ranma yelled, trying to ignore the taste of semen coating her teeth. “What is it with you fags and fucking a guy up the ass? You might as well not even turn me into a girl!”

Michio stepped up, growling, “Sounds like you've forgotten your lesson already. Let me remind you.” He grabbed both of the redhead's nipples, pinching hard, then pulled up with as much strength as he could. Both of her tits elongated into towering peaks, making Ranma grit her teeth against the pain. Tanjiro took the opportunity to stab his cock deep within her ass, making Ranma howl.

Holding her tits in this painful position, Michio asked, “You gonna remember to watch your mouth from now on?” Ranma nodded hastily, and the boy released her. As Tanjiro finished working his cock into the girl's ass up to his balls, Michio leaned down by her ear and whispered. “I don't like being called a fag. I really, really don't like it. But I happen to know a couple of guys at school who really are fags. If I ever hear you call me that again, I'm gonna turn you over to them in your guy form and tell them they can do whatever they want. And I'll take pictures. You got that?”

Ranma looked to the side at the boy, furious, but for perhaps the first time there was also a trace of fear in her eyes. “I got it,” she whispered.

Then a grunt was forced from Ranma as Tanjiro pulled his cock back, and shoved it into her ass. She closed her eyes, preparing to endure, trying to ignore the pain as his thighs slapped against her welts. When the fingers went to work between her legs again, her eyes shot open to see Tanjiro smiling at her as he fondled her pussy. Ranma closed her eyes once more, trying to shut out the sensations. In vain. She had another orgasm just as Tanjiro unleashed a torrent of jism into her bowels.

The three boys rested for a few minutes, while Tanjiro cleaned himself off. Then they went back to work, this time with Tanjiro in her pussy, and Michio getting his cock sucked. As Ranma half expected, it wasn't long before she was being fondled and forced toward another orgasm. It hit just as Michio poured his seed into her mouth, leaving Ranma too out of control to swallow properly. She choked, gagging on the thick spunk, get a good bit of cum up into her nose.

Tanjiro fired a blast of semen into her cunt a minute later, as an afterthought.

Michio left his cock in Ranma's mouth, ordering her to continuing licking and sucking on it. Once he was hard again the boy moved around to her rear. Lubing himself up, he positioned the tip of his prick at the tight ring of the girl's ass. Ranma whispered “No” but was of course ignored. Michio pushed forward, spreading her sphincter until the head of his cock popped inside. Ranma grunted at the intrusion.

The leader of the gang slowly forced his cock up the girl's ass, listening to Ranma groan. He remembered with delight how he had made the girl cry yesterday when he had butt fucked her. It was a pity that the bitches got used to that sort of thing. Once he was in he began thrusting hard. He expected to last a good long time since he'd already come twice, and he took hold of Ranma's legs in order to ram himself into her even harder. Remembering the plan to humiliate the slut, but not having a free hand, he caught Tanjiro's eye and looked down toward Ranma's gaping pussy. The other boy reached down and began fondling her.

Ranma felt herself working up to a fourth orgasm as Michio's cock brutally raped her ass. She wondered if someone could have pressed her libido points without her noticing. Assuming anyone other than herself and Happosai even knew where they were. Unable to stop it, Ranma thrashed wildly as the climax broke across her. She was so far gone that she didn't even notice Michio shooting a load of cum in her ass and then pulling out.

Panting in exhaustion, Ranma watched Tanjiro approach her face. She tried to turn away, but a hand on her head easily turned her back. His cock forced its way past her teeth, and the boy leaned down and said, “Start sucking, or I'm going to stretch your tits again. And make sure to massage me with your tongue as well.”

In the meantime, Raiden knelt at Ranma's ass and began the process of spreading her cunt with his thick meat. He loved to see a girl's cunt spread so wide that her clit was almost touching his prick. He screwed himself in and out, while watching Tanjiro do the same to her mouth. The indentation of her cheeks showed that she was sucking as ordered, and the fact that her tits were left in peace suggested that she was using her tongue as well.

This time Michio did the honors of playing with Ranma to make her come. She did so, panting and gasping, before either of the boys. Then Tanjiro gave the girl her third mouthful of semen, while Raiden added a deposit to her overflowing cunt.

When they pulled out Ranma tried desperately to catch her breath, hoping they were done. She had probably been screwed more yesterday, but she had also been half-crazed with anger and other emotions at the time. While she was certain she could survive a lot more, she definitely didn't want to do so, and the thought that Akane had been putting up with this sort of treatment, and worse, ate at her gut.

Raiden was sitting off to the side, staring at Ranma, trying to get it up for a third time. The others had managed three times apiece, and he was damned if he wasn't going to hold up his end of things. He massaged his thick, semi-erect cock with his hand, and imagined Ranma sucking on it in front of her class, with everyone watching. It gradually stiffened, and he picked up the lube and continued masturbating, spreading it along his length. Not to mention his girth.

Ranma was just beginning to think that it really was over when she saw Raiden appear between the V of her legs. His large cock was standing at full mast. She groaned as he lowered himself to his knees. Then she felt his cockhead brush against her anus.

“No way!” she yelled. “It won't fit! You're out of your mind!”

“It'll fit,” the boy told her with a grin. “Don't worry. If Akane can take it back there, so can you.” Then he pressed, hard.

“Aaaagh!” The sound was torn from Ranma as Raiden gained entrance. “For God's sake, stop! Fuck my cunt if you have to! You're going to tear me apart!”

Michio knelt beside Ranma as Raiden shoved again, gaining another centimeter at the girl's howled protest. “Tell you what,” Michio said. “Raiden wants a nice butt fuck, but he'll take it out if you insist. All you have to do is ask him, pretty please, to butt fuck Akane instead.”

Ranma was panting against the discomfort. “No ... fucking ... way.”

“Suit yourself.” Raiden shoved forward some more, bringing an agonized grunt from Ranma. Then some more. Ranma arched her back in a useless attempt to escape the penetration.

“Sure you don't want to ask him to butt fuck Akane?” Michio inquired. “He's done it before. Of course, we'll have to tell her that you asked him to.”

“Get ... stuffed.” Ranma muttered.

Michio turned to Raiden. “She says she wants to get stuffed.”

“Here it comes then,” the boy acknowledged. He grabbed Ranma's legs and thrust hard, sinking five centimeters further and making Ranma scream this time.

Ranma said nothing else, and the other two boys just watched as Raiden finally forced the last few centimeters in. Ranma winced as the boy's balls smacked her sore ass, but it was just one more pain added to what she was already feeling. Of course, it then got worse, as Raiden began fucking her. She never noticed the tears which dampened her cheeks.

Tanjiro fondled Ranma, trying to get her to orgasm one last time, but seemed to make little headway at first. Then he had an inspiration. He pulled the handkerchief out of his pocket. It was real silk, and he folded it over and started stroking Ranma's clit with it. In less than a minute he had her pressing her body upward against it. Raiden watched the girl carefully, trying to make sure she would come before he did. Although he was in no hurry, having already emptied his balls in both her mouth and her cunt.

In the end the silk did the job. Ranma twisted from side to side around the pole in her ass, hair whipping as she came explosively. Raiden hammered his cock into her, and just as she was coming down from her orgasm he shouted and slammed forward one last time. His cum joined the two previous loads which had been left in her ass. He pulled himself out and stood slowly, fatigued, before going off to clean himself.

They simply left Ranma where she was, the three of them wandering back inside the house. Ranma was too tired to care. A few minutes passed, and then Hikaru strolled out, carrying a chair, which he put down facing Ranma. He walked around the girl, looking her over. Semen was leaking out of her cunt and ass, pooling at the very end of the bench before oozing over the side to drip to the floor. More cum was on her face, especially the side which had been turned down when she sucked on the boys kneeling beside her. More cum formed a puddle on the bench below that side of her face, and got into her hair now that she was looking upward.

Hikaru untied the ropes from the hooks, lowering Ranma's ankles to rest on the floor. He left her arms tied to the bench however, and sat down in the chair facing her. The boy said nothing, just looking at her, as if waiting for the girl to speak.

When the silence had lasted too long for Ranma's nerves, she said, “Well? Aren't you going to screw me too?”

“No thanks,” Hikaru replied.

Ranma stared, then turned her face away. She told herself firmly that she was not insulted. “Okay, then how about you finish untying me and let me up?”

“I'd rather talk to you first,” Hikaru admitted. “And I'd rather you didn't have the chance to do something nasty to me if you hear anything you don't like.”

Ranma sighed, then said in a light but ugly tone, “Didn't you hear me promise to be a good little girl?”

“Mmm,” Hikaru hummed agreeably. “I'm also familiar with your temper. Granted you have better control than Akane has over hers. Or better than she used to have — she's gained a lot of control due to recent unfortunate events. But that doesn't make you the most easygoing person alive, and I think you're still pretty dangerous if you want to be.”

Ranma turned and regarded the boy warily. “I can't figure you out. Where do you stand in all this? What do you want? You sound like you got your head screwed on a bit better than the others. What's your game?”

Hikaru looked inside the house, then back. “We can speak pretty freely now. You seem to have tired them out, and they're all watching TV. But try not to forget that they're pretty close by, okay?”

“Yeah, whatever,” the boy-turned-girl said. Remembering an earlier concern, she said, “Tell me. The people next door. They work somewhere all day, right? No one's home?”

“Oh, no,” the boy admitted. “You're right about the wife, but the husband works from home. He's standing at the window watching you right now.”

“What?!” Ranma's head jerked up, and she tried to raise her legs and arrange them in some fashion to cover up. Quite unsuccessfully.

“There's nothing to worry about,” Hikaru told the redhead. “He won't tell anyone. He just enjoys watching.”

“Well tell him to go watch someone else, damn it! I ain't here to put on some freaking sex show for perverts!”

The boy chuckled. “Actually, you are. The guys knew he was there, and part of the fun for them was knowing they were putting on a show for him. Sorry about that.”

“Look, just untie me,” Ranma urged, suddenly self conscious about being seen with semen on her naked body. “We can talk inside.”

“No,” Hikaru said in flat denial. “We'll talk here. What I want to know is what you plan to do. About all of this.”

“Not much I can do,” Ranma replied bitterly. “You assholes have us trapped pretty well.”

Hikaru snorted. “Not now. I meant later. The others, they're fools. Thinking with their dicks. I know damn well this won't last forever. Somehow, some way, you'll find a way out of this. I'm sure of it. What I want to know is what you plan to do then.”

Ranma lowered her voice. “I think you got a pretty damn good idea of what sort of thing I plan to do then. You bastards are going to pay for what you did to Akane.”

Her classmate frowned, pointing out “You'll notice that I have not personally done anything to you.”

“You think that'll save you?” Ranma snarled. “You helped rape Akane, you fucker.”

Hikaru nodded. “You're right. I did. I also didn't have a choice. The other six came up with that plan. Then they decided they wanted my help. I had no more choice in what happened than Akane had. I could join in, or I could get the living shit beat out of me until I agreed to join in. It seems I heard you agree to what Michio wanted, earlier, when he threatened to keep beating you until you did. Do you imagine, in your wildest fantasies, that I'm braver than you?”

Ranma turned her face away, unsettled. “You expect me to believe that shit? If you're so innocent, how come you're still raping her?”

“Did Akane call what I'm doing rape?” Hikaru wanted to know.

The red-haired girl refused to look at him, and said nothing.

Hikaru sighed. “It hasn't been easy for Akane.” He laughed, grimly. “Well, that's a hell of an understatement. You're only just starting to get a taste of what she's been through. And she was all alone. And she didn't have as hard a life as you, growing up. It made you a lot stronger than she is. On the inside, I mean. The kind of inner strength she needs to get through this. I don't think you know how close she came to breaking.”

Ranma turned to the boy with a sneer. “And I guess you're going to claim that you saved her? Kept her from falling apart?”

He didn't flinch. “As a matter of fact, yes. She needed someone. You weren't here. I was. She's changed of course. But she's still basically intact. And it's thanks to me.”

“I suppose you expect me to be grateful,” Ranma said coldly.

“No,” Hikaru responded. “I expect you to hate me for it. I would in your place. But it would also be nice if you'd try to acknowledge the truth. I'd like your promise that you won't ... hurt me. Whenever you finally get out of this.”

Ranma glared at him. “You planning to keep your hands off Akane from now on?”

Hikaru leaned back, pursing his lips together. “Do you know that Akane loves you? I mean, really loves you, deep down, wants to marry you, all that shit? Do you know that thinking about you helped her to get through some of the worst of what happened? Do you know all that?”

Ranma was confused by the non sequiter. “She's said some things ... What the hell does that have to do with what I asked?”

He sighed. “I thought I loved Akane at one time. No chance now. She could never love me, after this, and I ... don't think I can think of her that way any more. But I still care.”

He turned a hard look on the bound girl. “Do you love her back?” the boy asked.

“That ain't any business of yours!” Ranma replied hotly.

“It is if you want an answer,” Hikaru replied calmly.

The bound girl fumed for a moment, then seemed to sink into the bench, fatigued. “Yeah, I love her. Okay?”

“Can you give her what she needs?” Hikaru asked.

This confused Ranma further. “What the hell you mean by that?”

Hikaru sighed. He propped his chin on one hand, the elbow resting on an arm of the chair. “Listen, and I'll try to explain. Akane is submissive. Or she is now, anyway. Do you understand what that means?”

“She, uh, does what she's told?” The girl shook her head. “Doesn't sound like Akane to me.”

Hikaru smiled. “She certainly wasn't like that before, was she?” Then he frowned. “She is now, though. I don't know if she changed as a way of coping with what was happening, or if that was a part of her that was always there, buried deep down, and this just brought it to the surface. In any case, it doesn't just mean that she does what she's told. In fact, she doesn't, not always.”

Hikaru paused, thinking. “It means that she prefers to be told what to do, which does not guarantee that she will do it. She is able to take pleasure from being made to do things. Not such a bad trait, under the circumstances. She wishes to be punished, because it relieves guilt for things she has done, or felt, or thought. None of which means she wants to be in the hands of a bunch of bastards who raped her. She would much rather be able to act that way with someone she loves and trusts.” He sighed. “Someone like you.”

He turned a penetrating look on Ranma. “Which brings me back to my question. Can you give her what she needs? Can you order or make Akane do things, even when you know she's uncomfortable doing them? Because you also know she'll take pleasure in it, either then or later? Can you bring yourself to punish her, when she feels a need to be punished? Because you know that it's what she wants, deep down?”

Ranma looked embarrassed, almost forgetting that she was speaking to a rapist. She remembered Akane asking to be punished, and how she herself had felt intrigued by the idea. And what she'd had to tell Akane. “I ... maybe, if I was cured. She asked, but I had to tell her I couldn't. With the weakness moxibustion, I can't, you know, hurt her. I'd be willing to try otherwise. But ... Why the hell am I telling you this?”

“Because I asked nicely,” Hikaru pointed out. “And because you've also just explained why I won't keep my hands off Akane. She needs someone to take a dominant role with her. Someone to punish her. She needs it so she can handle the guilt that consumes her. You've just explained why you can't do the job. That leaves me.”

“Well doesn't that just work out peachy for you,” Ranma retorted. “And while you're punishing her, and shit, and doing everything you can think of to help her, you're still screwing her every chance you get. And I ain't seen anything to suggest you're lifting one finger to get her free from those other bastards.”

Hikaru lifted a hand and turned it palm up. “I'm not going to deny that I enjoy the screwing. As a matter of fact, I enjoy it a lot. But if I stopped, they wouldn't let me, um, participate. They'd stop trusting me. Not that they trust me all that much to start with. Frankly, I don't give a damn what you want Saotome. I'm going to go on screwing Akane, because it means I can help her get through this mess. I can help her stay sane.”

He ignored Ranma's glare. “And when the day comes when you get yourself and her out of this, I hope you're ready to be the man she needs. I hope you're ready to turn her over your lap and paddle her when she wants it. I hope you're ready to order her to walk around outside in a tiny skirt without any underwear, knowing that she'll be ashamed as hell but that she'll also screw your brains out afterward. Because if you don't figure out how to be that man, I'm going to come over and kick you in the balls.” He looked the girl over. “Assuming you have balls at the time.”

Ranma scowled at her classmate but said nothing. Her thoughts were zipping around in her head too fast to be bothered by his empty threat. Was he right? Would that be what Akane needed? And would he be able to do that? The idea certainly sounded ... well, she felt herself getting a little hot thinking about it. But would she really be able to do that sort of thing when it came down to it? She didn't know, but she had a feeling it might be interesting to find out.

“By the way,” Hikaru added. “Going all the way back to where I started. Any chance you'll let me survive, once you find a way out of this crap?”

“I'll think about it,” Ranma growled. She turned her face away from the boy. Sounding tired, she added, “And you'd better not let me hear you did anything more than you have to do.”

“I'll keep it in mind,” Hikaru replied, smiling. He stood up and stretched. Then he picked up one of the ropes lying on the floor, lifting Ranma's ankle.

Ranma's head snapped back around. “What the hell are you doing now?”

The boy paused, and vented a sigh. “I've given you as long a rest as I dare. The others might get up the energy to check on you at any time. For both of our sakes, you'd better be the way they left you. I'm going to tie your legs back up in the air.”

“Goddamnit!” Ranma exclaimed, while she watched him loop the rope over the hook and pull. “I thought you were untying me because they were finished!”

“Sorry,” Hikaru answered absently. He tied the rope off, and then did the same with the other leg, ignoring Ranma's fuming expression. In short order, the girl's legs were once again pointed up toward the ceiling in a wide, spread V.

Now that he knew there was a man across the way watching, the red-haired girl felt ten times as uncomfortable in this position. “Look, dammit! My ass is sore as hell. And just lying here like this, there ain't no way to take my mind off it! Come on! Help me out, here.”

Hikaru stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Okay,” he said. “I'll be right back.” He vanished inside the house, leaving Ranma to wonder how that was helping.

A couple of minutes later the boy returned, holding something in each hand, but Ranma didn't get a good look before he moved down between her legs. “What ... what are you up to?” she asked, trying not to sound concerned.

“You wanted my help taking your mind off your situation, and how sore you are. I lubed it up while I was inside. Just a second.”

Ranma felt a touch at her pussy. “What? Hey! ... I thought you weren't gonna ... uhhh.” Something thick slid into her cunt. “Damn you!”

“Relax,” Hikaru said. “It isn't me. I told you I wasn't going to fuck you. It's a vibrator.”

“A vibrator?” repeated Ranma. “What the fuck's it supposed to vibrate? Take that ...”

There was a slight tug, and Ranma lost the thread of what she was saying as her eyes crossed. It became instantly clear what it was supposed to vibrate. “Oh ... shit!” she gasped. “What the ... the ... fuck?”

“It's a vibrator that's designed to be inserted in your cunt,” Hikaru explained. “Any girl's vagina, I mean, not just yours. I haven't had a chance to use this on Akane yet. It has a little projection on the side near the base, which almost touches the clitoris. I hope it feels as good as it's supposed to. Hang on while I make sure it won't slip out.”

The boy pulled a long strip off the roll of tape he was holding in his other hand. He placed the middle of the tape across the base of the vibrator, then attached the two ends to Ranma's thighs, assuring the toy would stay firmly embedded in the redhead. He was careful to make sure the tape came nowhere near the red curls on her mound.

Her ass was moving up and down slightly as she tensed the muscles in her legs, pulling against the ropes. The motion was totally beyond her control. “This ... this isn't ... what I ... had in ... in mind ... Could you ...”

“I've got to go inside for a bit,” Hikaru told her. “I'll come back out and check on you later.”

“W-Wait ...” Ranma tried to say. Too late. The shoji slid closed, leaving her out on the engawa by herself.

When Akane reached Hikaru's house, Tanjiro opened the door, and Michio and Raiden confronted her as well.

“You do what you were told?” Michio demanded, as she set her coat aside.

“Yes,” Akane sighed. “Should I undress and show you?”

He waved this off. “How the hell am I supposed to be able to tell who you been fucking? Think I can tell one guy's sperm from another? I'm too tired to play right now. Your boyfriend wore me out. I'll find out the truth when I talk to the two jerks on Sunday, and God help you if you lied. Which, just by the by, I'm sure you didn't. See you in school tomorrow. Last day of term, hey? We got something special planned for lunchtime.”

The three boys departed with a laugh. Akane's eyes followed them with dismay. After they disappeared from sight, she went searching for Ranma.

Hikaru met her at the door to the family room. He motioned her down the hall, and she followed him to his bedroom. Akane looked around, puzzled. Ranma wasn't there.

“Where ...?”

“Out on the engawa,” Hikaru said. “She'll keep. She's resting. Those three assholes worked her over sort of hard. Especially when Michio caned her to start with.”

“Oh!” Akane exclaimed, biting her lip. “Oh, poor Ranma. I'd better go ...”

“Believe me, she's feeling fine, right now,” Hikaru insisted. “She and I had a long talk before you showed up. I want to know if you're okay. It must have been pretty weird, having to let Ranma's friends do that to you.”

Akane shrugged. “It wasn't that bad. They didn't, you know, mistreat me or anything. Daisuke was a little quick off the trigger. They each took two turns, and I only got off once.”

The boy move behind her, then pressed himself against her back, reaching around to cup her breasts. “Idiots. Don't they know a girl like you needs more than a single orgasm.” His fingertips brushed the crests of her soft mounds, and he felt her nipples harden through her shirt and bra.

“That's not really true,” Akane said breathily. “One was fine. I should really go to Ranma.”

“I think you should let her recover a bit more, first,” Hikaru said. “Unless you want to try carrying her home. And in the meantime you can have another orgasm. You know you need it.”

Akane swallowed. “Ranma ...”

“Ranma doesn't know you're here yet,” Hikaru told her. “The shoji out to the engawa were closed and the television was playing loudly. You only spoke to those jerks at the front door, and didn't say anything else until you were back here. With the TV on, for all Ranma knows the other guys are still here.” He reached a hand down under her skirt, sliding it over her mound, and letting one fingertip push into the crotch of her panties.

“It isn't fair,” Akane protested. “Ranma's waiting for me.”

Hikaru pressed his finger more firmly to her slit. “Would you rather I brought Ranma in here to lie down on the bed? While you and I have sex?”

“No!” Akane exclaimed, shocked.

“Hmmm,” the boy playing with her murmured thoughtfully. “Now that I think of it, right back at the beginning of this week you promised to screw me in front of Ranma, and said that you'd tell him how much you loved it.”

Akane trembled. “No, please, don't make me. Don't make me do that. Please.”

Hikaru put his lips beside her ear and said softly, “Then maybe you'd better tell me that you want to leave Ranma out on the engawa while you screw me in here. Hmm?”

Akane was sliding her hips forward and back, rubbing herself on the finger at her crotch. This also resulted in pressing her ass against the erection behind her. Afraid that Hikaru really might make her keep that promise, Akane said, “Could we leave Ranma outside for now? I'd really like you to screw me in here first. Please?”

“All right,” Hikaru said. “Then why don't you get undressed?”

He watched eagerly as Akane removed her clothes. Once she was naked he removed his own garments. “Lie down on the bed and tell me what you want,” he said.

Akane lay down. She spread her legs wide apart, then reached down to spread her pussy, just like she had for the other two boys earlier. “Please fuck me, Hikaru-sama. I need to be fucked. Please make me come.”

“Turn over on your hands and knees,” he directed. “And put your face down on the bed.”

Akane followed his instructions, and Hikaru knelt behind her. He pulled her folds apart, and slowly eased his massive cock into her cunt. It gradually slid in, further and further, making the girl beneath him groan. Then he began fucking her, in and out, holding her ass while he pumped himself into her cunt.

Hikaru paused in his screwing, making Akane groan in frustration. She had been getting close to a climax and he knew it. Leaning over her, he asked, “Just to be sure, it really is okay with you that we left Ranma outside while we're screwing in here? Right?”

“Y-Yes, Hikaru-sama. Please ...”

“And you don't mind in the least that my neighbor is staring at Ranma, lying there naked, leaking cum? That's okay, right?”

Akane tried pushing back, trying to get his cock in deeper, but he moved with her. She knew what he wanted to hear. “Yes, that's fine, Hikaru-sama. It's good that your neighbor is staring at Ranma.”

He fucked her for a couple of strokes, then paused as if struck by sudden inspiration. “In that case, you wouldn't mind leaving Ranma out there a little longer, would you? So that I can butt fuck you as well? Is that okay?” He gave her another stroke of his cock and stopped.

Akane pounded her fist on the bed. But there was only one answer, and she knew it. “No, I don't mind Hikaru. We can leave Ranma outside a little longer, while you butt fuck me.”

“Okay,” he said. “Would you like to come now?”

“Yes! Please!” She tried not to scream the answer.

Hikaru started pistoning in and out of her cunt vigorously. Akane moved it time with him, moaning in ecstasy as he stretched her so wonderfully. When she came she literally saw fireworks, little sparkles of light filling her vision. Hikaru grunted, then filled her pussy with another load of cum, her sixth of the day.

The boy left his cock in her pussy, slowly moving it forward and back, to her mild protests. He reached for his bedside table, barely managing to get to the drawer and pull out the tube of KY. He lubed her ass with two fingers, spreading the fingers apart to stretch her. His cock hardened fully as he carried out these preparations.

“What do you want to ask me, Akane-chan?”

She worked to achieve the right plaintive note. “Please butt fuck me, Hikaru-sama.”

Hikaru pulled his cock out of her cunt, and positioned the large head at her tight, little anus. Pressing on either side with his thumbs to stretch her, he pushed the head inside, bringing a strained gasp to her lips. He then eased himself further in, a little at a time. After a few minutes he was buried fully within her.

As he pulled back, Hikaru reached underneath, his questing finger finding Akane's clitoris. She moaned as he thrust back within, both from the pressure in her rear and the electric impulses racing to her brain from where his finger stroked her. As he pumped harder, he said, “Thank me for butt fucking you while Ranma entertains my neighbor.”

“Please ...”

“Shall I stop?” he warned.

Akane swallowed. “No,” she said quietly, as her body strained against both his finger and his cock. “Thank you for ... butt fucking me ... while Ranma ... um, entertains your neighbor.” Finishing his request, she tried to push harder against him.

“Do you want to come again?”

“Yes! Yes!” she was panting, fucking herself on him while he practically held still.

“Do you want me to come in your ass?” he queried.

“Gods, yes!” she demanded. “Fill my ass with cum! Please!”

“One last request,” Hikaru said, his voice hard. “When we go get Ranma, you ask her if she fucked me. And you act disappointed when she says no. Promise me.”

Akane's fingers were fisting up folds of sheet, and her toes were curling. “Oh God, why? Why? Isn't this enough?”

“Promise me or I'm pulling out,” the boy threatened.

“I promise, I promise, I ... yes, yes. Yes! Aaaahhh!” She humped wildly against him as she climaxed again, her ass doing its best to milk his cock. And its best was very good indeed. Hikaru came suddenly, firing jets of copious cream deep into her bowels.

Hikaru pulled out several seconds later. He got off the bed and pulled on his clothes. After another half minute to recover, Akane did likewise. Her classmate didn't bother to tell her how disheveled her hair appeared. They left the room together.

Opening the shoji and coming out onto the engawa, Akane ran straight to Ranma. She tugged at the knots holding her arms down, but this proved too difficult given her weakness. When she gave up her useless struggle with the knots, Ranma begged, “Could you get this damn ... vibrator or whatever, outa me? Please? If I come again, I think I'm gonna g- ... go- ... ohhh ... shiiiit!” She screamed as she climaxed yet again.

Akane quickly removed the tape and tugged the vibrator out of her fiancé's pussy. At the same time, Hikaru came over and untied the ropes, first from her ankles, then from her hands. When Ranma sat up, Hikaru unbuckled the manacles as well, ignoring the exhausted, exasperated look Ranma gave him. The boy carried both the manacles and the ropes inside the house, leaving Akane and Ranma alone.

“Are you ... all right?” Akane asked.

“I've been better, but I'll do,” Ranma admitted. “How about you?”

“I'm fine,” she told him. “Hiroshi and Daisuke were ... what I hoped. Not nasty, that is.” She looked toward the house, and then back. “So, um, have you, you know, done it with Hikaru yet? He's ... not nasty, either.”

Ranma scowled, but said, “No. The little runt hasn't touched me yet.”

“Oh,” Akane replied. “Too bad. I mean, uh, good.” She hoped this would satisfy the boy she suspected was listening in. “You want to go home now?”

“I thought you'd never ask,” Ranma said, standing up with difficulty. Her knees had trouble supporting her.

Akane finally got a good look at Ranma's hips, and her eyes widened. “Oh God! Are you ... are you going to be ... okay?”

Ranma turned his head to try to look where she was looking. “Oh, that,” she remarked, then shrugged. “Hurts like a bitch, but it's just pain. I can deal with pain. I'm more worried about you.”

Akane hugged him. “I told you, I'm fine. Let's get you dressed and go home.”

The man standing at the window next door sighed regretfully as he watched the two teenage girls disappear inside the other house. Then he went to get a wet cloth. He had a lot of stains to clean up.

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