Moxibustion Violation 19

Chapter 19

His eyes opened blearily, revealing a wall in front of his face, softly lit from light somewhere nearby. He rolled onto his back, his four legs waving in the air. The hooves on the ends of those legs, together with the gigantic proportions of the room, were sufficient to remind him that he was in his cursed form. His ears twitched at the sound of a nearby snort, followed by a rustling of sheets. Ryoga suddenly remembered that he had found himself in Akane's room last night! This was it! The day he would confess his love, and she would be his forever after!

An angelic voice nearby exclaimed, “P-chan!” Before he could even turn toward her, the little black pig was scooped up in Akane's arms and held tightly to her soft bosom. Disturbingly, he found himself more aware than usual that she wore no bra underneath her pajama top. A nipple pressed through the fabric into his side. Yet he made no move to escape, relaxing into the warmth of her embrace as she nuzzled her cheek against him.

“I've missed you so much, little fellow,” Akane said happily. “Things have been so horrible. Although ... one really wonderful thing happened too. But other than that ... I really wish you'd been here to talk to. Well, you're here now, and school's out so I don't have to get up right away. Think you can stand to let me cry it all out in your little piggy ears?” She gave a little sniff, her lip trembling.

Akane lay down on her back, head lying on her pillow. She held P-chan on her chest, lying on his stomach, his snouted pointed toward her head so that he was looking right at her. She scratched between his ears and stroked his back gently. The look he was giving her, as if she had all of his attention and that he would be hanging on her every word, made him seem like much more than a simple animal.

“There have been so many changes since I saw you last,” the young woman started. “Like Nabiki leaving. She got a special scholarship in the United States, and flew out there. We don't know when we'll see her again. Isn't that something?”

Ryoga was surprised at this news, but not disturbed. As a matter of fact, it was just fine with him. Nabiki had always made him uncomfortable. It would be a lot easier for Akane and him to tell her family about their newfound love without Nabiki there to tease them about it.

“Let me ... before I tell you about the ... the nightmare my life has turned into, I want to tell you the good news. The wonderful news. The absolutely fabulous news that I never thought would happen so soon. Do you want to hear what it is?”

To Akane's surprise, the little pig actually nodded his head.

She laughed and said, “Well then, I'll tell you. Ranma came home. Almost a week ago. He came home to me, and held me, and told me that he wants to marry me. He told me that he loves me! He really did! He loves me, P-chan!” She squeezed her pig, failing to notice the shock in its eyes.

“And you know what else?” she said conspiratorially. “I said ‘yes.’ I told him I'd marry him. And you know why? Because I love him, P-chan! That's right. I love Ranma! With all my heart. I can finally tell him, and I did, and we love each other, and we're going to get married someday, and ... and ... isn't that just wonderful?!” She squeezed her pet in another tight hug.

If Ryoga had been human at that moment, his face would have gone as pale as milk. His stomach dropped so far that it fell out of his body entirely. He was having a nightmare! He had to be! His wonderful, precious, lovely Akane couldn't have just told him that she loved that evil bastard Ranma and planned to marry him! She couldn't!

Akane laughed again. “You have trouble believing it, little guy, don't you? I know sometimes I do. But it really is true. And there's even more good news. While he was gone, Ranma discovered a partial cure for his curse! It's a set of pressure points. Ever since they were pressed, ordinary water doesn't change him any more. Now he only turns into a girl when he's splashed with ice water. That means he almost never changes by accident.”

Ryoga's devastation at hearing Akane say that she loved Ranma began to turn into a boiling fury. Ranma had discovered something like that, and hadn't told him?! That son of a bitch! How could he withhold something like that! No doubt the asshole enjoyed the thought that Ryoga still turned into a pig whenever he got wet. The next time he saw Ranma, he was going to break the bastard into pieces. Hundreds of little pieces.

And maybe after that, Akane would come to her senses.

“So after we're married, Ranma will be able to stay a man most of the time, and we can be a proper husband and wife. I shouldn't tell you this, but I'm really looking forward to being married to him. To sleeping in the same bed with him. To ... well, heck, it's not like anyone's around to hear me say something naughty.” She giggled. “I'm looking forward to having him screw my brains out every single day.”

Ryoga wanted to scream. He wished he had hands so he could cover his ears. This was not anything he wanted to hear! His dreams for what this day would be like had been shattered, and all he wanted was to get away. And he would, as soon as he could break free of his black depression sufficiently to get his legs moving.

Akane's voice turned sad. “Unfortunately, that's the only cure he has so far. We think we know how to cure the weakness moxibustion, but he's still weak right now. And ... so am I. I ... I suppose I should tell you what else happened. Not that I really want to remember it all again, but ...” She rubbed the top of his head. “... I don't want to keep any secrets from you, P-chan. So ... here goes.”

She took a deep breath. “After Ranma left, some boys found the pieces of the moxibustion chart, and put it back together. It didn't have the cure, but it did tell how to inflict it. Which they did.” Her eyes grew moist. “They ... They used it on me, P-chan. I'm just as weak as Ranma now. Just as defenseless. Which is exactly what they wanted.”

Ryoga, barely able to care, tried to process this. Akane was weak too? Because of the weakness moxibustion?

“They r-raped me, P-chan.”

The pig's head snapped up, horrified. He didn't want to believe it. As upset as he was, this was not something he could bear to think about.

“There were seven of them,” she said, her voice leaden. “They stripped me, and whipped me with a belt. Then they held me down, and ... and ... Michio raped me. He stole my virginity. Then they all took turns with me. And they made me take them in my mouth. I didn't think it was ever going to end.”

Ryoga felt a burning rage growing in his belly.

“And that wasn't the worst of it,” Akane told her pet. “They took photographs. Of everything. Some of the pictures make it look like ... I wanted it. They're blackmailing me, and now Ranma too. If we don't do what they say, they'll put the photos on the internet. My life will be totally destroyed.”

Ranma? He didn't care about Ranma. But these bastards were blackmailing Akane? He would find them, and they would pay for this. And when Akane saw who had rescued her, surely she would realize who truly loved her?

“They've made me do so many things,” Akane said. “They screw me, and make me give them blowjobs. They butt fuck me. Sometimes they take me two or three at a time. I have these mind blowing orgasms when one of them screws my pussy while another one is in my ass. I don't really want to, but I can't help enjoying it. I love getting fucked, having a cock in my pussy or even in my ass.” Akane pressed her thighs together, feeling herself growing moist. “I even enjoy giving blowjobs now, feeling a cock in my mouth, having it shoot there, knowing that I'm swallowing a ... a boy's semen.” Her thighs pressed together harder.

Ryoga was trying to bury his head between her breasts, trying to fold his ears down, trying to do anything to avoid hearing these words. He didn't want to hear what these creatures were doing to the pure — previously pure? — Akane. He especially didn't want to hear any suggestion that she enjoyed having them do it.

“They've done so many things to me,” Akane told him, her voice slightly breathy. “I've been screwed up on the roof of the school, out in the open. And in the music room, and the science lab, and under the stage, and out in the groundskeeper's garage, and ... and ... all over. I got an enema in a boy's restroom one day.” The girl was squirming more than a little, as she related all this. “Most of it happens in their houses now. Michio's and Hikaru's houses. And Hikaru's neighbor watches. Watches them screw me and do other things to me.”

Akane shivered a little, then lifted the pig off and put it on the bed beside her. He watched, puzzled, wondering if she was feeling ill. Which she had every right to feel, he told himself, under the circumstances.

“They make me say things,” Akane went on. “Terrible things. Humiliating things. I hate it, but ... it turns me on, too. I don't know why it turns me on when someone makes me call myself a slut, or a whore, or tell them I want to be fucked by every boy in school, but it does.”

Giving in to her body's needs, Akane slipped a hand inside her pajama bottoms and between her legs. “Sometimes they make me expose myself, and not just to Hikaru's next door neighbor. One day I had to walk around outside wearing a coat with nothing on underneath it! Another time I had to walk a couple of kilometers in a skirt so short that a lot of people saw either my bare ass or my pussy. And cum was leaking out of both of them and running down my legs.” Akane was panting now, as her fingers stroked along her slit.

Ryoga's horror and fury were being damped by his confusion. From Akane's tone of voice, it was difficult to hold to the idea that she hated what the boys were doing to her. It almost sounded like she liked it, in a weird sort of way. He was also trying to figure out what she was doing with her hand. Did she have some sort of itch?

Akane unbuttoned her pajama top and opened it, one hand squeezing a firm mound of flesh. Ryoga's eyes widened at this unexpected and glorious view of Akane's bare tits, before he spun around, looking resolutely at the wall. There was a shuffling of cloth, and his peripheral vision saw both pajama bottoms and underpants pulled off of her feet and tossed aside. The pig positively trembled, knowing that Akane was practically naked right beside him on the bed. He was praying desperately that Haido would not rise up and take him over, but at the same time was frozen in place, unable to escape.

“They punish me if I'm bad or disobedient,” she told him. “Mostly by spanking me. Though I think they're starting to realize that the spankings turn me on. And they made me watch some porn. It was really, really perverted and disgusting. But there have been a couple of times I've been tempted to trick Michio into making me watch one of them again.”

There was a sloshing sound behind Ryoga. He tried to ignore it.

“Things got really bad when I needed to get a doctor's excuse to get out of gym, so the other people at school wouldn't find out how weak I was. The doctor raped me too. And since the excuse is only good for a month I have to keep going back and letting him rape me again. And that's not the worst of it. He's prostituting me. Making me have sex with other men, who pay for it. God, I hate him! And I'm going to go back in January and be a whore for him again.”

Ryoga shoved his chin down into the bed. He lifted his hooved forepaws up, and managed to place them atop his ears.

“Then the librarian, Fujimori-sensei, caught me. He only caned me and made me give him a blowjob, the first day. But the last time I had to screw him. And he caned me again. I think he likes doing that.”

Ryoga refused to look. He tried to shut out the sounds. The bed was bouncing — he attempted to pretend it was an earthquake. But then the smell reached his snout. The musky smell he had become familiar with, when Haido was in control. The smell of female arousal. It was heady, intoxicating. He felt his mind slipping. Unbidden, his head turned, glimpsing Akane's hand working vigorously between her squirming thighs, a patch of black hair on her belly under her palm. She had also removed her shirt, and the other hand was pulling on her nipples.

Her voice was definitely coming in gasps now. “At least ... they weren't all evil. One of them, Hikaru, they forced him to rape me. But he's been helping me. He's nice when he screws me. He tries to make me feel good. Of course, he ... he makes me do things ... and say things ... but he knows that it makes me horny. And he ... he punishes me when I need it. He's so ... so good at punishing me. He helps me ... remember to behave ... properly. As long as I ... show how grateful I am ... after.”

The black pig, trembling, turned all the way around. It stared at Akane as she openly masturbated. It came to Ryoga that she had forgotten his presence, that she was lost in her memories of the things which had been done to her. His little tongue came out and licked across his snout.

“Mmm ... then there was ... Hiroshi. I really ... screwed up there. I tried ... to fool him ... so he wouldn't figure out ... how weak I was. Ended up ... fooling myself. Now I do ... whatever he wants ... just because he says so. Oh God! Mmmm!”

And I thought she was frigid. Holy shit! Ryoga craned his neck for a better look. Yep. She has a couple of fingers buried in her cunt. Look at her go! Damn, I wish I had some hot water. I'd show her that my cock is a lot better than those fingers.

The little pig walked along the bed to sit himself down between the feet of Akane's spread legs. This provided a much better view. Sounds like she is one horny little vixen. And she wants a wimp like Ranma instead of me? Shit, she deserves everything those guys have done to her. Not that they haven't gone way too far, with those photographs and shit. Maybe I should do something about that. After I've sampled her cunt myself, of course.

“And Ranma ... Ranma finally came back ... God I wish he'd fuck me ... we did it as two girls ... that was great ... then we did a sixty-nine over at Ukyo's place ... boy would she be pissed if she knew ... but I want his cock in me ... ohhhh, fuck me, fuck me Ranma!”

Ryoga felt himself becoming peeved. This little slut wanted Ranma instead of himself, when the guy didn't even have the balls to screw her? That was just messed up. He owed it to Akane to show her what a real man was like. Not to mention daring to pick Ranma instead. He'd seduce her, fuck her, get her to want his cock instead, then toss her aside. He'd just have to make sure to keep that Jikiru asshole buried inside himself long enough to do it.

And while I'm at it, I'll fuck Ranma again. She sure loved it the last time. I just have to remember to use ice water to get her in the right form.

Akane's knees were going up and down as she lifted her entire pelvis to meet her fingers. “Fuck me, Ranma! Fuck me, fuck me! Aaahhhhmmmm!” She spasmed wildly, forcing Ryoga to jump out of the way to avoid being kicked. Several seconds later Akane fell back, letting her arms drop to her side, panting and trying to recover her breath.

Akane slowly sat up to sit cross-legged on her mattress, reaching up a hand to wipe away a stray tear. Half ashamed, half resigned, she muttered, “God! I am turning into such a slut!” The girl heaved a heavy sigh. Then her eyes fell on P-chan and she gave the pig a weak smile, and reached out to pick him up once more.

Ryoga made no attempt to avoid her hands. As hoped, she immediately pressed him to her bare chest.

“I'm sorry I pushed you aside like that, P-chan,” Akane apologized. “It's just that I get so horny when I think about sex. Even when it involves those fucking rapists.” She winced, hearing her own words.

Looking thoughtful, and nervous, Akane said, “I just hope Ranma is stronger than I was. Now that they've got him, or her, in their clutches, will Ranma turn into a slut like me? I ... I hope not. I need him to be strong for me. I wish he hadn't been dragged into this.”

Ryoga's ears perked up. The people who had done these things were doing them to Ranma as well? Images formed in his mind, of Ranma being gang banged by a group of boys, being fucked, having a dick stuffed up her ass, forced to suck cocks. That was something he'd really like to see.

“Not that it started with them,” Akane said sadly. “It still hurts to think of poor Ranma being raped out in the mountains. I hope Kuno-senpai ends up in a Russian jail like Ranma said he might, stealing her virginity like that. And Ukyo! She was supposed to be Ranma's friend! I think that hurt him a lot more, because it was his real body and not his cursed form, and because he thought Ukyo was his friend.”

Ryoga puzzled out these hints. It sounded like that bokken wielding idiot Tatewaki Kuno had raped Ranma as a girl. The little pig almost snickered, thinking of his rival Ranma losing his virginity as a girl instead of as a boy. And then Ukyo Kuonji must have forced him to screw her when he was a guy. Ryoga was almost as shocked as Akane about that one. He wouldn't have expected something like that of Ukyo. It just went to show, he supposed, you never really know.

“And speaking of people who I thought were friends,” Akane went on, “I can't believe I ever thought that bastard Ryoga Hibiki was a nice guy. The way he raped Ranma was just awful. I'd like to give him a good hard kick in the balls. At least, I would if I had my strength back.”

This particular description of events did not sit well with Ryoga at all. That little red-haired tart had thoroughly enjoyed everything he'd done to her. How dare Ranma describe it to Akane like that! And how dare Akane believe the jerk! The pig squirmed, forcing Akane to release him.

Ryoga jumped to the mattress, then turned around to look the girl up and down. Extremely cute, with very perky tits, a trim little bush, and her cross-legged position was giving him a wonderful view of her slick pussy. At the same time, he was getting rather fed up with the slut. Imagine getting turned on by putting out for all those boys, when she'd never shown any interest in doing those things with him. Even worse, deciding that the cross-dressing Ranma was the idiot she wanted to marry. Akane had better watch herself, or he might do more than just seduce her and toss her aside.

Akane frowned at her pet, wondering what had gotten into the little fellow. The look it was giving her was almost a glare. She shook her head, dispelling such wild fantasies. Remembering what she had been saying, about what she'd do if she had her strength back, the young woman turned thoughtful.

“What Ranma and I really need is to cure the weakness moxibustion,” she said, more to herself than to her pet. “We can't really solve any of our problems until we do that. Damn that Happosai for hiding the final thing we need for the cure.”

She sighed heavily, and looked at her pet, addressing herself to it once more. “You see, Ranma knows how to cure the weakness moxibustion, for both of us. Except for one thing. The symbol to burn onto the point on our backs. It was on the final piece of paper from the moxibustion chart. Happosai had it, but when he came across Ryoga raping Ranma, the old baka stuffed that paper down inside Ryoga's pack. God knows why! So Ranma and I need to find Ryoga to get the cure.”

Ryoga blinked. He blinked again. He had the cure they needed? In his pack? That was ... unexpected. He felt his little pig mouth grin. It might be interesting to see what Ranma was willing to do to get her hands on that piece of paper. He cast a lustful gaze on the naked girl before him. Maybe Akane too.

Akane wasn't done talking. “It's pretty disturbing, having to hope that a pervert like Ryoga will show up just so we can get the cure. It's probably more disturbing for Ranma than for me, but ... I'd really like to beat the living crap out of him for doing that to Ranma. And once we have our strength back, we can. I'll tell him exactly what I think of him, pretending to be my friend all this time and then doing something like that. And I'll tell him exactly what I'll do to him if he ever shows his face around me again.” She sighed. “After we're cured. We'll have to pretend to be nice first. Pretend that we're still friends. Until we can get the paper from him.” She gave P-chan a meaningful look. “But as soon as we're cured, Ryoga's going to find out exactly what I think of a rapist like him!”

Ryoga turned away, so she wouldn't see the boiling fury in his eyes. So that was the way of it, huh? Not only had Akane revealed that she was a slut who enjoyed getting fucked by guys who were supposedly raping her. Not only had she decided she wanted to marry a guy who didn't have the balls to screw her, and even worse spent most of his time as a girl getting screwed herself, sucking cock and drinking cum. But now Akane was planning to betray him like that? Pretend to be his friend just long enough to get what she wanted, and then turn on him?

Oh no, just screwing her wouldn't be anywhere near what she deserved! Her or Ranma. He was going to teach them a lesson they'd never forget! Both Ranma and Akane were going to learn the meaning of depravity in a way that a group of minor punks could never manage to show them. And Akane herself had told him the exact means to do it. That little piece of paper in his pack was the key to everything. The first thing was to put it someplace safe. Safer. Then ... oh yes, then ...

But he had to make sure that he stayed in control long enough to do so. He couldn't let that wimpy idiot Jikiru take over again.

While Ryoga thought things over, Akane pulled on clothes for the day. The pig barely noticed what she was doing, until she reached down to pick him up, intent on carrying him down to breakfast. At that he broke free, and ran from the room, vanishing down the stairs. He reveled in his sense of direction, knowing how to find the furo to restore his humanity, and remembering exactly where he'd left his pack the night before.

Meanwhile, Akane watched her pet disappear with dismay. She'd only just found him again! Of course, he might still be somewhere in the house, but long experience had taught that when he ran off like that she might not see him for days, or even weeks. Sadly, she walked along the hall toward the stairs, but then brightened at the prospect of seeing Ranma downstairs.

Thinking of Ranma, though, Akane quickly decided not to mention P-chan's return. Her fiancé and her pet had never gotten along, and she had no wish to get into a fight with him over it. Especially since P-chan had run off again. Humming merrily, she skipped down the stairs, looking forward to breakfast.

Ranma and Akane spent a couple of hours in the dojo after breakfast, doing some of the training Ranma had outlined. It was even more tedious than Akane had imagined, and she wondered if she might go crazy while waiting for their cure and the chance to do something more energetic. She wasn't sure what was the most boring, but decided that it was either the breathing exercises or the meditation while focusing on her chi.

Later in the morning they went out to do some Christmas shopping, since Ranma hadn't had a chance yet. Akane dropped some hints of things she might like, but eventually realized this wasn't enough. Sighing, she explicitly told Ranma the things he could choose between to give to her. She just shook her head when he smiled in gratitude at having his options made clear.

When lunch was over, Kasumi announced she was going out to do some shopping of her own, while the fathers sat down to one of their eternal shogi games. Akane and Ranma went up to Akane's bedroom, with Ranma carrying a glass of ice water. All of their morning cheerfulness had vanished, as if dark clouds were hovering over their heads.

After Ranma switched gender, Akane pulled out the microscopic skirt and tight sweater she had once worn to Michio's house and handed them to the red-haired girl. Akane told her, “This is what you have to wear. And you're not to wear anything underneath.” Then she went to get a shirt and a short skirt for herself.

Ranma looked at what she was holding dubiously. “Are you sure this is a skirt?”

“I'm afraid so,” Akane said, pulling the sweatshirt she had worn that morning off over her head. “I wore it once myself. I can guarantee that if there's the slightest breeze, you'll be exposed. But that's what Michio ordered.” By this time she had unhooked her bra and was pulling it down her arms.

Ranma still had trouble dealing with how easily Akane undressed in front of her these days. She took another look at the so-called skirt, before sighing in resignation. Undoing the cord at her waist, she pulled her pants and boxers down her legs in one motion.

Akane buttoned her shirt in place, looking down to gauge how much jiggle it revealed. Not that it mattered much, since she'd be wearing a coat as well. She pulled the skirt up her legs and fastened it in place, smoothing it down with a hand. The hem ended about ten centimeters above her knees. The girl wondered if that would be considered too long, and decided she'd better see about purchasing some shorter skirts.

She turned around just as Ranma was pulling the sweater on over her head. For a moment, Ranma's face was hidden by the garment, while the entire remainder of her gloriously nude body was fully exposed, stretching upward. Akane found herself breathing hard. Then Ranma's head popped out through the neck and her hands pulled the fabric down, settling it around her torso. Her generous figure filled the sweater tightly, emphasizing every curve and jiggle. Her nipples appeared as twin points.

After Ranma pulled on the skirt, she spent several minutes trying to adjust it into a less obscene position. The redhead was finally forced to give it up as impossible. All she could do was to hope that there were no breezes at all during the walk. A hope which was severely dampened by the sight of branches swaying on the tree outside the window.

“I guess ... it's time to go,” Ranma said gloomily.

Akane nodded. “Remember. It's all an act. Last night was what's real.”

“I remember,” the red-haired girl said, smiling for her fiancée's sake. “Just see that you remember, too.”

The two girls slipped out of the house without their fathers seeing them. Ranma immediately discovered just how uncomfortable a walk it was going to be, when the wind tried to whip up her skirt just outside the gate. With a curse her arm slapped down against the cloth, trying to hold it in place.

“How far did you say it is to Michio's house?” Ranma asked in concern.

“You went over there yourself,” she replied. “It's about two kilometers.”

“Damn,” Ranma growled. “Let's hurry up.”

Akane shook her head. “If you move too fast, you'll just cause it to flip up on its own. Just be ready to grab it each time a breeze blows past.”

By the time they reached Michio's house, Ranma was pretty sure that the people walking behind her had seen her ass two or even three times. And she knew damn well that a couple of men in front of her had gotten a good look at her red muff. Even if the skirt hadn't blown all the way up in front, the way the two idiots had tripped over each other and ended up sprawled out on the sidewalk was a dead giveaway. Despite what she knew the two of them would face on arriving, she was pretty happy to see Michio's gate come in sight.

Except Tanjiro was leaning on the wall beside the gate. As soon as he spotted them he headed their way, intercepting the two girls half a block from their destination.

“Is something wrong?” Akane asked as the boy reached them.

He smirked. “Not really. Just his parents were supposed to have left for some office party, but they're taking longer than expected. We'll wait at the video arcade a couple of blocks over. The rest of the guys are already there. Michio'll come get us after his folks've gone.”

This idea did not sit very well with Ranma, but she had little choice. On entering the dim interior of the building, Tanjiro marched them over to where Kaori and Katsuo were playing a video game while the other three boys watched. These three stepped aside to let Akane and Ranma stand close, then along with Tanjiro they moved back in behind the two girls.

To Ranma's complete lack of surprise, she soon felt hands move under her skirt to caress her ass. A quick glance to the side showed that the same was being done to Akane. The boys pulled both of the girls' skirts up to the waist in back to make this easier, and Ranma prayed that the dim lighting and screening effect of the boys' own bodies would prevent anyone from noticing.

It wasn't long before the hands on their asses moved lower and began stroking their moist slits. Other hands came around in front to unzip their coats and fondle their braless tits. Akane grimaced but said nothing when a couple of buttons on her shirt were undone so that a hand could slip inside to squeeze her bare boob.

Kaori and Katsuo handed the machine over to Tanjiro and Raiden, the former pair taking their places behind the girls. During this reshuffling, the skirts were held aloft the entire time, causing both Ranma and Akane to glance around nervously, wondering if anyone had noticed their bare asses and the hands upon them. So far as they could tell, everyone else in the crowd was too intently focused on other games, but they couldn't be certain they hadn't been seen.

After Tanjiro and Raiden finished, the boys removed their hands and let the skirts drop into place, and the group moved as a whole over to a couple of racing machines which had just been vacated. Takeo and Hikaru each took a seat, pulling Ranma and Akane in after them to sit in their laps.

Ranma was resigned to what was coming, and Takeo did not disappoint. As soon as the race began, Takeo left one hand on the wheel and shoved the other up underneath Ranma's sweater. He mauled her boob for a minute, barely avoiding a couple of crashes, then pulled his hand out. He forced Ranma to spread her legs, then slipped his hand between and openly fondled her pussy. Because of the shortness of her skirt, the watching boys had a good view of Takeo's manipulations between Ranma's legs. Ranma was soon humping herself steadily against the fingers fucking into her cunt, which caused immensely pleasurable sensations to the boy whose erect cock was pressed into her ass. Much too pleasurable. Takeo was mortified when he suddenly ejaculated in his pants.

In the other machine, Akane's skirt was longer, but Hikaru pulled it up in back so that her bare ass was sitting on his lap. He reached inside her still partially unbuttoned shirt to lightly pinch her nipples. His car wrecked, and he restarted the race.

When Hikaru reached down between Akane's legs, she expected him to play with her pussy, just as Takeo appeared to be doing to Ranma, or at least so it appeared from her poor angle of view into the adjoining machine. However, the boy underneath her had other ideas. Moving his hand beneath her bottom, Hikaru managed to unzip his pants and pull out his stiff prick. With a slight readjustment, he slid his thick cock up into a startled Akane's tight cunt. No one could see this because of her skirt, and he mostly just held himself in place rather than attempting to fuck himself in and out. When the game ended, he hastily zipped himself back up as she climbed off of him.

The other boys took their own turns in the racing machines with the girls sitting on their laps, fondling them thoroughly. None of the others, however, was quite as bold as Hikaru had been, keeping themselves inside their pants. Takeo, red-faced, suffered a lot of ribbing from the other boys due to the wet spot on his pants.

Before any of the gang had a chance to start a second round, Michio finally showed up. He didn't look very happy at having missed out on the fun the others had been having, but he also wanted to get down to the serious stuff. The nine of them left as a group, walking quickly back to the now empty house.

On entering the house, everyone removed their coats and shoes, and Akane and Ranma were made to remove their socks as well. The troop moved into the family room, and Michio signaled for the other boys to take seats while Ranma and Akane were left standing in their midst. The two girls both wore resigned expressions, although Ranma's was still slightly rebellious.

“Okay, Ranma,” Michio said when they were all settled. “Why don't you take off Akane's clothes. Show us your pretty fiancée.”

Ranma wanted to glare at him, but got herself under control. She stepped over to Akane and unbuttoned the other girl's shirt, pulling it down her arms and dropping it on the low table. Akane simply stood there, uncaring, or seemingly so. Ranma unfastened her skirt and pulled it down, whereupon Akane lifted out first one foot then the other. Ranma dropped it with her shirt on the table.

The boys applauded. Ranma flushed, but held herself still.

Now Akane lifted Ranma's arms over her head, then pulled the sweater up from the waist. She first pulled it out to bring it over Ranma's large chest, then pulled it over her head, up her arms, and dropped it with her own clothes. She unfastened the skirt and took it off much as Ranma had removed her own skirt. The boys again applauded Ranma's nudity.

Michio tossed an object to Ranma, which she snatched out of the air. Looking down, the redhead saw that she held a black magic marker. A look of dismay crossed her face, which she saw reflected in Akane's expression when she looked up.

With a grin, Michio ordered, “Akane-chan, turn your back to your girlfriend.”

Akane slowly turned around. Ranma looked at the marker as if she were holding a snake.

Michio continued with his instructions. “Okay, Ranma, I want you to write on Akane's back, in nice big letters I can read easily from here. Write the words, ‘Property of Furinkan Boys’.”

Ranma considered refusing, but suspected Akane would be punished instead of herself. Her hand started shaking. She had prepared herself to say ugly things to the girl she loved, which they had agreed to ignore as empty words. But a spoken word was gone a second later. These words would remain, difficult to remove even after they got home.

But she knew there was no choice, that refusal would gain nothing except pain, and most likely Akane's pain at that. Ranma lifted her trembling arm. Slowly she formed the letters, each one five centimeters high. Finally most of Akane's back was covered with the words, from shoulders down to the bottom of her ribs.

“Good job,” Michio congratulated, a sentiment echoed by the others. “Now hand the pen to Akane. Who wants to suggest something for Akane to write on Ranma?”

Tanjiro cleared his throat before anyone else could speak. “Write ‘Spank Me’ across Ranma's ass. One word on each cheek.”

Akane took a breath and followed his instructions, writing the words in large letters. When she was done, she handed the pen to Ranma before she could be told.

It went on like that in alternation, each of the girls writing words on the other in turn. The boys also took turns, suggesting the things to be written. They confined themselves to the trunk and arms, which would be hidden by skirts and long sleeved shirts. Michio did not allow anything to be written on neck or head, or along the legs.

When they were done, Ranma had the words “Cum Here” written on her belly, with a line down to her red muff, and an outline drawn around the triangle of hair, forming an arrow pointing at her slit. Concentric circles were drawn on her boobs, forming bull's-eyes with her nipples at the centers. The phrase “I swallow” was printed across the small of her back, “I love to be raped” was written on her upper back, and swimming sperm cells were drawn between them. On one arm was written “I love to fuck” and on the other was “Free blowjobs”. On various spaces in between were words like “cocksucker”, “slut”, “whore” and similar pejoratives.

Akane's belly carried a price list: “Blowjob 2000 yen, fuck 5000 yen, ass fuck 7000 yen.” Both tits were encircled by arrows drawn to point at her nipples, with “Pinch me” written at the top of one, and “Bite me” at the top of the other. On the small of her back was drawn a large penis with huge balls hanging below it, and liquid spurting from the tip. The words “Please fuck my butt” were printed on her ass cheeks. One arm stated, “Cum tastes wonderful” while the other arm proclaimed her a “Gang bang slut”. Like Ranma, various words like “slut”, “bitch” and “cunt” were filled in between the larger phrases.

For Akane, the hardest thing to write on Ranma had been “I love to be raped,” while the most difficult thing to accept on her own body was the price list on her stomach. Ranma had been most troubled writing the very first phrase on Akane, the one proclaiming her the property of the Furinkan boys. Unlike Akane, Ranma was mostly able to ignore everything written on her own body.

Having finished the writing exercise, a couple of boys took sheets which Michio handed them, and spread them on the table, couch and floor. Akane and Ranma watched in resignation, able to guess only too well what was coming. Michio sat on the couch and crooked his finger at Akane. Taking a breath, she stepped in front of him.

“I'll bet you're pretty horny, aren't you, Akane-chan?” he asked.

Akane admitted to herself that she was a bit horny. That was only to be expected, standing naked in front of a group of boys who had just humiliated her by the things they had made Ranma write on her body. However, she wasn't foolish enough to say she was only a ‘bit’ horny.

“Yes,” she answered softly. “I'm very horny.”

“Then why aren't you begging me to fuck you?” Michio asked with a smirk.

Akane immediately put on her pathetic face, and reached down to brush fingertips into the front end of her slit. “Please fuck me. I'm a horny little slut and I need to be fucked so bad. Please? My pussy is so hot and wet right now. It needs a cock in it really, really bad. Won't you please stuff your cock in my pussy and fill it with your cum? Won't you please fuck me and make me come?”

Michio interrupted before she could go on in this vein. “So you want all of us guys to fuck you, right? Not Ranma, there. Just the rest of us, right?”

Akane hung her head, but both she and Ranma had expected to be forced to say things like this. “Yes, that's right. I want all of you to fuck me. But not Ranma.”

Michio stood up. Stepping close to Akane, he caressed her cheek with one hand, while she struggled not to flinch away. Walking around her, he reached down and cupped her ass, then allowed one finger to slide into her wetness. He said, “And I bet that's because you only want to be fucked by real men. Not a part-time girl like Ranma. In fact, you can't even stand the idea of having Ranma's effeminate dick in you, can you?”

Akane's stomach muscles clenched, but she knew she had to say it. She was glad she wasn't looking in Ranma's direction. “Uh huh,” Akane replied. “I'm a slut, and I need real cocks. Ranma's effeminate cock couldn't possibly satisfy me, so I don't want it anywhere near my pussy. I want to be fucked by your cock. Yours, and the rest of the real men here.”

Ranma's guts twisted on hearing this. He knew Akane had to say it, but he wished she hadn't had so much practice in putting on this sort of act. It would have felt better, a little, if she had merely parroted Michio's words. Without rephrasing them. But there was nothing to do about it, except to endure.

Grinning, the gang leader took her hand and turned her around, pulling her down to sit on his lap, facing away from him, as he himself sat on the couch. He maneuvered his rigid prick so that it lay along Akane's slit underneath her, the head poking out in front. “Rub yourself back and forth along my cock, little toy,” the boy commanded.

Akane followed his instructions, soon causing the upper half of the penis below her to glisten with her juices. Then Michio's hands lifted her ass, allowing his staff to spring upward. Lowering her, his rod slowly disappeared within her tight cunt.

“Lift your feet and put them on the couch on either side,” he ordered. “Make sure everyone can see my cock fucking you.” He looked up at Tanjiro. “Make the other bitch watch. Let me know if Ranma closes her eyes or looks away. If she does, I'll make Akane-chan here suffer.”

Tanjiro turned toward Ranma with a grin. The latter looked mulish for a moment, but then faced directly toward Michio and Akane, striving to appear bored.

“God. Your cunt feels just as good as it did the first time, Akane-chan,” Michio announced for everyone to hear. An evil light entered his eye. “Tell you what. While I fuck you, I want you to tell your fiancé a story. Tell her the story of how I took your virginity. And of course I expect you to tell her how much you enjoyed it, and how you always hoped I'd be your first.”

Ranma looked sick, but Akane merely closed her eyes at this fulfillment of her expectations, while at the same time she cooperated with Michio's hands lifting her up and down on his cock. She allowed the feeling of her pussy spreading around his hard staff to bring up the bitter memory of the burning, tearing sensation between her legs when this boy ripped away her virginity forever. Then she shifted mental gears, cloaking the event in the misstatements and outright lies which the vermin beneath her wanted to hear.

“I remember the first time I saw Michio-kun at the beginning of the school year,” Akane started out. “I could tell he was a guy who knew how a girl should be treated, and my pussy got wet thinking about what it would be like if he would simply take me. Hold me down and fuck me. Because he could somehow tell that I wanted it like that. I fantasized for weeks, for months, that Michio would screw me without bothering to ask whether I wanted it or not, because he could tell that I was a slut and that's how I should be treated.”

Akane's ass squirmed a little, rotating on the hard rod plowing her hole. She knew that everyone could see her doing so, but made no effort to stop herself, figuring that such efforts would be useless in the end. “Of course, when he attacked me in the morning with the other boys, I had to fight back. Honor demanded that. It was only later that I realized how badly I behaved. That I shouldn't have fought so hard. I had to be punished for that, and Michio knew it.”

Akane paused to think up more crap, while reluctantly but thoroughly enjoying the cock sliding in and out of her. “Then Michio came up with a wonderful plan. He discovered how to apply the weakness moxibustion, and he managed to do it to me. That meant that I couldn't fight back, that I was completely helpless. And he got a group of boys together, the boys right here, so that they could all screw me one day after school and prove what I slut I was.”

Ranma looked away. Tanjiro cleared his throat, and Akane yelped as her nipple was pinched painfully. Ranma jerked her head back, forcing herself to watch.

Akane caught Ranma's eye, and she seemed to pass a message to the redhead through her gaze. A reminder that she had no choice but to say this, and a request not to look away again. Akane continued her story.

“The first thing they did was to take off my underpants and give me a good, hard whipping with a belt. I deserved that as my punishment for having fought back too hard during the morning battles. Then they stripped me and took photographs of me, so that I'd remember my place in future and let them use me however they wanted. Then came the moment I'd secretly been longing for. The others held me down while Michio got on top of me, and I was thinking ‘this is it,’ and he shoved his cock into my cunt and took my virginity. He fucked me good and hard, just like he's doing right now, and it was the most wonderful thing I ever felt.”

Akane wondered that her tongue didn't fall out from the enormity of that last lie, remembering the agony the first time the bastard penetrated her. Although admittedly she no longer found it agonizing. In fact, she was getting quite turned on from the screwing she was getting right then. “Of course, all good things have to come to an end. He came in me, and I had the pleasure of knowing that the first semen that ever filled me was Michio's. And of course, he had to be fair to the other guys, so they all got to take turns fucking me and filling me with their cum. They also took the time to start teaching me to be a good little cocksucker, and each of them rewarded my efforts with a load of cum in my mouth. They were even nice enough to give me an orgasm right at the end.”

“Thank you for being so honest,” Michio praised her. “Now concentrate on screwing yourself on my cock so I can give you another load of cum today.” The young woman started bouncing on his lap faster at this request.

“Wasn't that a sweet story?” Tanjiro asked from right beside Ranma's ear. “Tell us, Ranma-chan, aren't you glad that Michio made Akane such a happy girl by doing all that?”

“Yeah,” Ranma answered through gritted teeth.

“Good,” Tanjiro said. “But let's hear you say that you're glad we gang raped Akane that day. That we whipped her, and fucked her, and made her suck our cocks. Go on. Say it.”

Ranma breathed hard through her clenched teeth a couple of times. “I'm glad that you bas- guys gang raped Akane. I'm glad that you whipped her. That you fucked her. That she had to suck your cocks.”

“In fact,” Tanjiro went on, “you'd never want to fuck a dirty slut like Akane, would you? The thought of sticking your dick in her makes you sick, right?”

Ranma snarled. “Go to ...”

She was interrupted by a scream from Akane. Wincing, she looked back to see Michio pulling and twisting on one of her nipples, stretching her tit obscenely, while his other arm held her back against his chest. Ranma yelled, “Stop it! I'll say it!”

“Too fucking late!” Michio said grimly. “Raiden. Like we agreed.”

The boy so named picked up a long, thin branch. It had come from some shrub, and all of the leaves had been removed. He raised it overhead while Michio grabbed Akane's arms and pulled them back. The girl on his lap could only look up in horror. Then Raiden's arm swung down.

Ranma jumped forward, but Tanjiro held her, preventing her from coming to the rescue. She closed her eyes in pain as the switch impacted across Akane's chest. But she had no means to close her ears, and Akane's scream echoed inside her head. It was followed by a second scream, and a third. When the following silence stretched out long enough, Ranma tentatively opened her eyes.

Akane was still sitting on Michio's lap, her feet up on the couch and his cock firmly planted in her obscenely spread pussy. Her head was hanging, though, and her chest heaved in ragged gasps. Tears were running down Akane's face. Across her tits were three vivid red stripes.

“I think there was something you wanted to tell us,” Tanjiro said from beside and slightly behind Ranma.

At his words, Ranma realized that she was still straining forward uselessly against his grip. She slumped in defeat. “I ... I'd never want ... to fuck a dirty slut. Like Akane. The thought of screwing her ... it makes me sick. Okay?”

“Better,” Tanjiro agreed. “Now tell us that not only don't you want to fuck Akane, but you'd really prefer to be a girl and get your own cunt screwed by our cocks.”

Ranma was still shaking in reaction to what they'd done. She could hear Akane sniffling as Michio continued to screw her. “I, uh, don't want to fuck Akane. What I really want is, um, to be a girl. To get screwed myself. In my cunt. By all of your cocks.”

Tanjiro smiled. “Well then, why don't you ask me to screw you? And say pretty please.”

Quietly, the red-haired girl said, “Would you pretty please screw me?”

“Sure thing.” With that, Tanjiro pushed Ranma down on her knees, and then bent her over the low table in front of the couch. Kneeling behind her, he checked her pussy, finding to his irritation that she wasn't yet ready for his entrance. The boy smacked her ass hard, making her yelp, and then started stroking her pussy gently with his fingers. After a few seconds of this treatment Ranma was practically gushing. Tanjiro positioned his cock, and sank it to the hilt in one thrust.

Tanjiro proceeded to fuck Ranma steadily, while his friend Michio sped up his own thrusts into Akane. A few seconds later Michio came with a loud groan, before lifting Akane off his prick and dumping her beside him on the couch. No sooner did he stand than Hikaru came over and sat on the couch, telling Akane to straddle him as he lowered himself to a reclining position. With a knee on either side of the boy and facing him, Akane slowly pushed her cunt down on his large cock, groaning as she sank onto it.

Tanjiro pulled Ranma's head up by her pigtail and leaned closer to her ear. “Sounds like your girlfriend likes Gos's thick pole, huh?”

After a slap on her ass, Ranma responded, “Yeah.”

“You're enjoying getting fucked by my hard cock too, aren't you?”

“Yeah,” Ranma muttered.

Tanjiro slapped her ass harder. “You better get your act together and stop it with the one word answers or I'm gonna have someone whip Akane's tits again. Got it?” When Ranma nodded, he asked, “You want me to give you a cuntful of cum?”

Ranma, trying hard not to push her ass back against his pistoning cock, grunted, “Yeah. Please fill my cunt with your cum.”

Tanjiro sneered, “Better. You really love cum, don't you? What do you think of the taste? Do you like to swallow a big load after blowing a guy?”

Ranma was fighting a losing battle not to get turned on. “Fine, I love cum. I love the taste. I love to give blowjobs, and swallow afterward. Just fuck me and make me ... I mean, get it over with.”

Raiden knelt on the other side of the table, sharing a grin with Tanjiro. His thick cock was pointing straight at Ranma's face. “If you like the taste of cum so much, then why don't you suck on this for a while?” He took Ranma's pigtail from Tanjiro, who released it without protest, and bumped the head of his cock against Ranma's lips a couple of times. The redhead gave in with a sigh, knowing she had no choice, and opened her mouth. Her lips were promptly stretched wide by the large prick which thrust between them.

When Tanjiro finally pumped a load into Ranma's pussy, Katsuo took his place, screwing her hard. Then Raiden blasted a large load into Ranma's mouth, coating her tonsils. Ranma gagged on the quantity, choking and drooling thick semen as the boy withdrew his oversized tool. Michio stuck his cock in her mouth next, smirking as she started sucking before he ordered her to do so.

When Hikaru finally filled Akane's pussy with his first load, she shuddered with a climax at the sensation of the ripples moving along his cock in her pussy. She climbed off, and Takeo made her kneel and lie across the same table as Ranma, except from the other side. He then knelt behind her and shoved himself into her cunt with one thrust.

Michio rotated Ranma's head around his cock so that he was staring right at Takeo's shaft as it pumped in and out of Akane's pussy. The thought of the closeup view Ranma was getting was too much for Katsuo, who immediately dumped another load of hot spunk inside her tight passage. As he withdrew, Raiden took his place, but took aim for a different hole.

Ranma, sucking on one prick and watching another screw her fiancée, felt her ass stretch as someone forced his way in. Her eyes bugged out as the width of the battering ram forcing its way in made itself known. She grunted in protest, but Michio kept her mouth plugged with his own dick, and she had no means to escape as Raiden forced one slow centimeter after another up her ass. Akane had a front row seat for the show, watching in disbelief as her fiancé's anus spread to take the thick piece of meat. Not that she had cause for disbelief, having previously taken that same cock up her own ass, not to mention Hikaru's slightly thicker tool, but that wasn't the same as seeing it happen.

Once Raiden's balls came to rest against Ranma's slit, the boy slowly withdrew until only the head of his cock remained inside her ass. Then he pushed forward just as slowly. Michio reached over and took hold of Akane's hair, forcing her head to turn so that she could see his face in addition to watching Raiden plowing Ranma's butt.

“Now Akane-chan,” Michio said in a kindly voice, “as a recipient of a good many butt fuckings yourself, I'm sure you don't think it's at all fair for Raiden here to be taking it so slow. Don't you think he should be fucking Ranma's ass faster? And harder?”

Akane, her hair still being held painfully by the boy, said, “Yes. I think he should screw her ass harder.”

Michio nodded. “Well, he just might. If you ask him nicely.” After a brief pause, he added, “Go ahead. Do it.”

Akane swallowed. “Um, Raiden-kun? Would you please screw Ranma's ass harder?”

With a grin the boy started pumping just a bit harder. Ranma grunted in response.

“Now that's not nearly enough, is it?” Michio asked. “Go on, Akane-chan. Keep asking him until he's doing it just as hard and fast as you think he should.” He gave the girl a meaningful look which she had no trouble interpreting as telling her that at no point would the other boy be screwing Ranma hard enough or fast enough.

Akane closed her eyes in defeat, but Michio shook her head, making her return her gaze to Raiden's cock. She said, “Ranma needs it faster than that, Raiden-kun. Would you please go faster?” Ranma grunted around Michio's cock as the boy behind her sped up. Akane said, “Faster, please. That's not nearly fast enough.” Raiden sped up more, making it harder for Ranma to keep sucking on Michio's prick.

“Harder, Raiden-kun,” Akane pled with the boy. “Ranma's a martial artist. She can take it much harder than that.”

Raiden rammed his cock hard into Ranma's ass, again and again. Ranma was now giving off agonized cries, no longer even pretending to suck. Michio's dick stayed in her mouth only because of the way the boy was holding her head to keep it there.

Akane glanced helplessly at Michio's face. The boy's eyes hardened. Trying not to cry, Akane begged, “Harder, please. Much harder. Yes, like that, but harder.” She gasped for breath. “And faster. Please, I'm sure you can make Ranma take it harder than that.” She paused, heart breaking at the way Ranma was now sobbing around Michio's cock, but Michio's hand tightening in her hair let her know that she couldn't stop. “Harder!” Akane said loudly. “Faster! Show her what it means to be butt fucked!”

With a roar, Raiden emptied his balls into Ranma's bowels. Michio released Akane's hair, grabbed both sides of Ranma's head, and fucked her mouth hard. Seconds later he poured his cum across Ranma's tongue and down her throat. Incredibly aroused by all of this action next door, Takeo filled Akane's cunt with another load of jism. Finally, much to her own shame, Akane climaxed with stuttering gasps as she felt Takeo spasm within her. When she stopped shuddering, the dark-haired girl collapsed against the table, turning her face toward it to hide the handful of tears. Tears which fell in response to her horror that she would come after being forced to urge on Ranma's rapist.

The abuse went on. And on. At one point Ranma and Akane were side by side on the floor on their hands and knees, with Tanjiro and Takeo screwing Akane and Ranma respectively, while Kaori was getting a blowjob from Akane. Ranma's mouth was free for the moment, as the boys were getting worn out.

Kaori suddenly started fucking Akane's mouth hard with his prick. Grabbing her hair harshly, he grated out, “When I come, don't swallow!” As if the command were a signal, he shuddered and immediately filled her mouth with thick, white goo, choking her. He pulled out slowly, trying to keep her from losing any more of his cream than necessary.

Kaori then took hold of Ranma's pigtail as well, and turned their heads toward each other. “Now let's see a great, big kiss!” he demanded happily. “Akane, I want to see you push as much of that cum as you can into Ranma-chan's mouth!” Applying force, he pushed their mouths inexorably together.

Ranma opened her mouth to the kiss, ready to receive what was coming, not wanting Akane to be hurt further. Besides she'd already swallowed a few loads of semen today, so what did it really matter in the end? What she hadn't counted on was Akane's reluctance, unhappy over the things she'd already been forced to do to Ranma. The other girl kept her lips tightly closed.

Ranma moved her tongue across Akane's mouth, trying to signal her willingness. Kaori forced them together harder, mashing their lips between their teeth. Tanjiro slapped Akane's ass hard a few times. Still the girl refused. It wasn't until Michio reached underneath and twisted her nipples as hard as he could that Akane opened her mouth in a scream. Ranma immediately darted her tongue inside and scooped out all of the cum that she could, repeating the process until there was no more to find.

Michio and Kaori finally released her, and Akane sagged, weeping, while Tanjiro continued to fuck her cunt.

Takeo dumped another load in Ranma, and a couple of minutes later Tanjiro came again inside Akane. By that time Akane had stopped crying, her face becoming masklike. Michio pulled Ranma up by her hair and had the redhead suck on his cock for a few minutes, but it remained limp. Looking around, he asked, “So who can still get it up?”

Hikaru raised his hand. “I think I can screw Akane again.”

Michio sneered. “You already fucked her twice. How about her ass? Or her mouth?”

“I'd prefer her pussy. Is that a problem?”

The gang's leader shrugged. “Suit yourself. I'm gonna stage it though. Sit on the couch there.” He pointed, and Hikaru sat, seeing no reason to object.

Michio lifted Akane under her arms, spun her around and sat her on Hikaru's lap, facing outward. “Get his cock up inside you slut, and start fucking.”

With the cooperation of the boy underneath her, Akane managed to ease his stiff dick into her overused pussy, slowly sliding down on it. His hands on her sides helped to move her up and down, until she was screwing him steadily.

“Okay, Ranma,” Michio ordered. “Stick your knees on either side of them two, and squat there facing your girlfriend.”

A brief, annoyed look flashed across Ranma's face, but she followed his directions. Having decided much earlier to cease resistance, for Akane's sake, she knelt there looking directly into the other girl's eyes. Following those eyes as they moved up and down, trying not to think about the penis below which was inside Akane.

“Anyone up to fucking Ranma?” Michio asked.

Katsuo, who had been stroking his manhood earnestly, hoping for another go, looked down at the semi-erect flesh. “I think I can,” he responded, just a shade doubtfully. Moving forward, he put his hands on Ranma's ass, making her kneel a little higher, and managed to slide himself inside. He screwed her slowly, and the look on his face didn't suggest ecstasy.

Katsuo's prick wasn't doing much for Ranma either, although the pigtailed girl watched in something like dismay as a glazed look entered Akane's eyes. The other girl was also starting to push herself up and down harder, making little moaning wheezes as she did.

Michio had stepped behind the couch, and now leaned over the back. “Hey, Akane-chan. You're really lucky that Ranma likes being a girl and getting screwed by guys so much.” He ignored the look on Ranma's face. “You know why? 'Cause if she didn't, she might not have gone along with all this. And if she hadn't, well, your pictures would be all over the world by now. Just think about that.” He looked up. “Tell her, Ranma. Tell her the same thing I just did.”

Ranma just wanted this all to be over with. Finished, so that she and Akane could go home and pretend that none of this had ever happened. “Yeah, that's true,” she said. “I love being a girl and getting screwed by guys, and that's really lucky for you.” Ranma tried to ignore the way that Akane was obviously trying to hold back an orgasm, while ignoring with somewhat greater success the prick screwing her own pussy.

“Really lucky,” Ranma went on. “Because I was happy to let these guys screw me. If I hadn't wanted to be fucked, I would have just said too bad. And then Michio here would have sent out those photographs of you ...”

She hesitated, as Akane screamed out her climax. Ranma hung her head and finished weakly, “... all over the world.” Katsuo's tiny spurt of jism inside her cunt followed as an anticlimax, and Ranma was allowed to roll over and sit on the couch beside Hikaru.

Akane wearily climbed off Hikaru's lap, and the boy promptly slid out from under her. Akane collapsed back, sitting on the couch beside Ranma, not even noticing Michio leaning on the back of the couch between them. At least, not until he asked, “Anybody got any cum left for these two?”

He looked around. The few who responded merely did so by shaking their heads in fatigue. He grinned sardonically, but had to admit that he was as drained as the rest. He asked, “Anybody else got anything more they want these two to do then?”

After several seconds Katsuo spoke up. “The other day I said I'd like to see Akane spank Ranma. I still would. Let's make her do that.”

“Won't work,” Hikaru put in.

“She'll do it if she knows what's good for her,” Michio said.

“But I ...” Akane tried to put in.

“Do it!” Michio interrupted. “Or I will! And I'll make it a hell of a lot worse!”

Ranma shrugged, and placed herself across Akane's lap before the other girl could protest further. The pigtailed girl tried not to think about the picture she was presenting to all of the boys. When nothing happened immediately, she said quietly, “Go ahead. Show them.”

Akane lifted her hand and slapped down against Ranma's bottom as hard as she could. There was barely any sound, and Ranma didn't even twitch. She started striking rapid fire, faster and faster, producing no effect whatsoever.

Michio growled. “I said ...”

This time it was Hikaru who interrupted. “Like I tried to say, it won't work. You're the one who gave her the weakness moxibustion. She doesn't have enough strength to make Ranma feel the blows.”

Michio turned and gaped at the other boy like a fish. After a couple of seconds he snorted. “Shit.” He turned to Akane and said, “Stop it, stupid.” Then he paused to think.

After several seconds he nodded and turned around, leaving the room. He came back momentarily, carrying a ping pong paddle. Moving in front of the couch, he looked down at the two girls with an unpleasant grin.

“Since neither of you can spank the other, I'll go ahead and do the spanking. With this.” He held up the paddle. “But I tell you what I will do for you. I'll let the two of you choose which one of you gets spanked. But let me know quick, or I'll let all the guys have a go at your asses.”

“Me,” Akane said immediately.

“Hell no!” Ranma snarled vehemently as she spun toward the girl beside him. “They wanted you to do it to me. I'll be the one to get it.”

Akane shook her head. “I should be the one.”

Ranma stood up. “I said no. I've already had to watch them hurt you too much today.” She turned to Michio. “Go ahead. Do it to me.”

Michio looked past Ranma at Akane and raised an eyebrow. “What do you say?”

Akane stood up as well, and placed a hand on her fiancé's arm. “Ranma ...” Her voice was pleading.

The redhead turned toward her, pulled her close, whispered in her ear. “No. They've hurt you too much already. I can't ... I can't watch anymore. It's got to be me. Don't argue. Just ... just let me do this.” She turned back to Michio. “We pick me.”

Michio was still looking at Akane, but the other girl made no further argument, despite her anguished look. The boy grinned cheerfully, and seized Ranma's wrist, pulling her down as he sat on the edge of the low table. He lifted the paddle without hesitation and brought it down, right on the word “Me” of the “Spank Me” written across her cheeks. The clap of its impact rang loudly in the room.

The young man quickly established a steady rhythm, soon turning the girl's ass more red than her hair. He kept it up well after her tears started falling to dampen the sheet on the floor below. Her feet kicked helplessly, bringing no relief from the pain.

Akane had no choice but to stand there and watch, feeling horribly guilty. Her spectator status was made even worse when Tanjiro wrapped an arm around her, then reached down and began fondling her pussy. Akane squirmed but could not escape, tears spilling silently from her eyes as he forced her to become aroused.

Michio, spying what his friend was doing, kept the beating up past the point where he might otherwise have stopped. Most of the eyes in the room, including his, were on Akane. Finally, unable to stop herself, the girl's knees buckled as she unwillingly climaxed, and Tanjiro released her to slide down until she was kneeling at his feet. Michio stopped spanking Ranma immediately, pushing her off of his knees onto the floor.

Raiden glanced at his wristwatch. “Shit! I don't know about you other guys, but I'm already late. I gotta run.” Suiting action to words, he tugged on his pants and tore out of the house. Everyone heard the gate bang distantly.

Hikaru, looking thoughtful, said, “I think I'd better be on my way, too. See you.” He also dressed, making his way out at a slower stroll.

Takeo rolled Ranma onto her back with his foot, revealing that her lips were pulled back in a tight snarl over clenched teeth. She quickly erased this expression, scrubbing at her moist eyes with the back of her hand. Takeo then took hold of the back of Akane's head, and shoved her face down into Ranma's groin. “Go ahead and lick the other slut while we get dressed,” he told her. Mind numb, Akane started licking.

Takeo pulled on his clothes. Kaori and Katsuo followed his example. Still sitting on the table, Michio inquired, “I assume this means no one has the energy to play with our toys any more?”

Tanjiro shrugged. “I've about had it, too. Unless you can think of anything else interesting to do with them.”

Michio scratched his cheek. “I can think of a few things. Still, I suppose they'd be more fun if we wait for another day. When everybody's, ah, up for it, as it were.” He gave a laugh. “Fine. We'll call it a day.” He and Tanjiro put their clothes on as well.

When all the boys were fully dressed, Michio gave both Ranma and Akane light taps on the legs with his foot. “Okay you two. Fun time's over. I know you're enjoying yourselves, but get up and get dressed.”

The two girls climbed to their feet wearily. They managed two steps toward where their clothes had been left, but Tanjiro held out a hand and stopped them.

“Hang on a tick,” he told them. “First, do a slow turn. Hold your arms out while you do. I want to make sure none of the writing has been smeared.”

There being no other choice, Ranma and Akane both turned in place slowly. After a full rotation, Tanjiro said, “Okay, good.” The boy turned to his friend Michio. “Damn good marker for the purpose. Everything's still clear except where it's, uh, covered. Just lucky?”

“More or less,” the other boy answered. “I picked it up at a shop that sells art supplies, among other things. Got to talking to a guy there. He was amused at what I wanted. I bought the one he recommended. Wasn't sure how well it would work till we tried, though.”

Tanjiro nodded. To the two girls he said, “Okay, go get dressed now. I know you'd like us to fuck you both some more, but you'll just have to wait till tomorrow.”

“Yep,” Michio confirmed. “Remember I'll be talking to your pals Hiroshi and Daisuke tomorrow. I'm sure they're both gonna want to take turns with you once they learn the score. In fact, I'm giving them both first crack at you tomorrow, right after I fill them in.”

“Whatever,” Ranma said, pulling the sweater over her head. Akane said nothing, buttoning her shirt in silence. She was trying not to look at Ranma's red ass, the dark letters of the words “Spank Me” standing out in contrast.

Once the clothing was in place, Michio and Tanjiro looked the girls over critically. Assuring themselves that none of the markings showed anywhere, they opened the door and practically pushed them out. Takeo, Kaori and Katsuo followed right behind them. Tanjiro apparently would be remaining for a time.

Out in the street, Kaori and Takeo went their own way immediately. Katsuo amused himself for a few minutes by trailing behind the two girls and flipping Ranma's skirt up a couple of times. But it wasn't long before he walked off in a different direction as well. After that, there was nothing left but for the two girls to make the long trek home, all too aware of the stains on their faces and other exposed areas of skin. Meanwhile Ranma did her best to keep the treacherous breeze from lifting her skirt.

Akane was a little surprised that she felt less danger this time, with Ranma beside her. At first this seemed foolish. If some group of males decided, based on their state, that they could have their way with these two sluts, there would be little more that Ranma could do than herself to fight them off. But then she remembered Ranma's knowledge of pressure points and realized it wasn't quite so foolish after all. Reflecting on the sense of safety brought by Ranma's presence, however, did serve to remind the girl of all the guilt she was feeling over the things she had been made to do.

Ranma glanced over at Akane nervously. “Do you think we should, um, clean up a bit? You know. Like last time?”

“Oh!” Akane exclaimed, blushing, remembering how they had cleaned each other off on the way home that time. She looked around quickly for some suitable location, in part to avoid looking directly at Ranma. Then she lifted her arm and pointed. “Could we maybe get up to the roof of one of those stores?”

Ranma looked. “I could. I can't carry you these days, though. And I don't think you're up to that kind of jump. Not safely, anyway.”

They walked a bit further. This time Ranma pointed. “How about those tennis courts? No one will be using them this time of year, and the shrubs they've planted around the fence screen the inside, more or less.”

“Mmm,” Akane commented. “A bit less than more, and the buildings around would have a fairly good view.”

“It's the best thing I've seen,” Ranma said with a sigh.

Akane finally agreed. Just as they were pushing open the gate to step onto the empty courts, Ranma spun around. “What the hell do you want?” she snarled. “Haven't you done enough today?”

Hikaru raised an eyebrow. “I wanted to talk to Akane-san. I figured you'd go home this way, and I was hanging around to see if the two of you would pass by. I'm not planning to do anything. To either of you.”

“Well buzz off!” Ranma replied angrily. “We got something to take care of, and we don't need you around right now.”

“Ranma ...,” Akane complained, her voice tired.

“I'll hang around out here and wait,” Hikaru offered. “I really do want to talk to Akane-san. I'll, uh, stand here at the gate and make sure no one else goes in. Okay?”

“Thank you, Gosunkugi-kun,” Akane said with a weak smile. She took Ranma's hand and pulled him inside, closing the gate behind her.

Looking around themselves, the couple moved over to the most opaque part of the shrub-covered fence they could find. This left them visible through the small gaps in other parts of the fence, and the apartment or office buildings overlooking the tennis courts from the other side. But as Ranma said, it seemed to be the best choice they had.

Akane started, putting her arms around Ranma and pulling her closer. She extended her tongue and began softly licking, first around the pigtailed girl's lips, then moving to more distant portions of her face. Ranma had to stifle giggles as Akane licked her ears, but these changed to moans as the other girl's tongue moved along her throat.

Akane was affected just as deeply when it was her turn. As sloppy as her pussy was right now, she was still able to feel herself lubricating, her arousal increasing, as Ranma's tongue moved along the skin of her face, cleaning her off. She suffered a twinge of regret when Ranma finally stepped back. Now seriously turned on, she glanced down at the mess on Ranma's legs.

“I think we need to take care of a little more,” Akane suggested. “Sit down on the ground, okay?”

Not knowing what Akane had in mind, Ranma allowed herself to be lowered until she was sitting on the ground. She blushed as she realized what this exposed underneath her skirt. But before she could say anything, Akane got down before her on hands and knees, and began licking from her knees up along her thighs.

Ranma looked around wildly. “Are you crazy? You can't do that out here!”

Akane shushed her. “We're less likely to be noticed here than elsewhere. If we walk home with that mess along your legs, and with what else is going to be running down them soon, well, we'll definitely attract a lot more notice that way. So just hold still.” She resumed licking, working her way up the redhead's firm thighs.

Ranma was too blown away to think rationally about what she should do. The idea of Akane doing something like this to her, in such a public location, was more than she was ready to handle. As Akane's tongue reached her upper thighs, she was utterly helpless to do anything more than moan and lean back on her elbows.

A shadow suddenly loomed over them. “I should've realized you'd do something like this,” Hikaru said with a shake of his head. He pulled off his coat and held it out in front of himself, spread wide. This did a pretty good job of screening what the two girls were doing, from the direction in which they were more greatly exposed. Of course his own eyes, peering over the collar of the coat, had a perfect ringside seat. He watched with a broad smile as Akane's tongue reached Ranma's sticky, red muff, cutting off the protest the other girl was about to make.

By the time Akane finished thoroughly cleaning between her fiancé's legs, sucking as much cum out of her pussy as she could, Ranma had succumbed to three shattering orgasms. Seeing no point in attempting to protest Hikaru's presence by then, she slowly got up and pushed Akane back, pushing the dark-haired girl's skirt up so as to return the favor.

If they had been keeping score, then Akane would have won, enduring four climaxes before Ranma lifted her glistening face back up.

When they were done and covered up again, as much as Ranma could cover up, Hikaru slipped his coat back on. He looked down at the two girls, both still sitting on the ground and showing no sign of rising immediately. He cleared his throat, drawing their attention.

“Thank you, Gosunkugi-kun, for your, uh, help,” Akane said, sounding sincerely grateful. Ranma raised her eyebrows, but said nothing herself.

“That's all right,” Hikaru said. “Are you going to be all right, now?”

Ranma said, “We'll be fine.” Akane, however, seemed less sure of herself, turning her eyes down to the ground. Ranma, noticing, bit her lip. She reached out, fingertips just touching Akane's shoulder.

“It was pretty hard on you today, wasn't it?” Hikaru asked, addressing himself to Akane.

She nodded. “Not because of what they did to me,” Akane clarified. “It was ... what I had to do. To Ranma.”

“Hey! I'm fine!” Ranma protested.

Akane gave her a wan smile. “I'm glad,” Akane said quietly. “But that doesn't make it any easier. I can't ... just forgive myself for, for coming while that bastard Michio was beating you! Don't you understand?”

“I understand,” Hikaru said gently. “It's what I was saying to you after school yesterday. It doesn't matter that you knew what was going to happen, it's still hard for you to handle, isn't it?”

Akane nodded again. Ranma was puzzled as he watched her, saying, “But we talked about it. Before. We didn't have a choice. We had to do what they said. That ain't no reason to beat yourself up over it.”

“I guess ... it isn't as easy for me,” Akane said. “Oh, I'll deal with it. I'm not trying to scare you. It's just going to take some time.”

“My offer's still open,” Hikaru reminded her.

“What offer's that?” Ranma asked suspiciously.

“His offer to punish me,” Akane answered, bringing Ranma's eyes quickly back to her. She looked into her fiancé's gaze. “Ranma — I want to say yes. Can you accept that? I need it. Okay?”

“You want him to punish you?” Ranma asked for clarification, trying not to look bitter.

Akane looked wistful. “To tell the truth, I want you to punish me. But that's not going to work so well, is it? Can you accept that I need this, and give me your blessing?”

Ranma looked back and forth between the two of them, her mouth working. Finally she said, “I want to be there.”

Hikaru spoke up before Akane could, “I have no problem with that, provided you don't interfere. This is for Akane's sake. I don't mind you seeing how to punish her properly, but if you get in the way I'll kick you out. Got it?”

Ranma gave the boy an evil glare. “I got it.”

“Ranma ... are you sure?” Akane asked. “I'll need to ... compensate him. After.”

The redhead looked away. “I dealt with it today. I'll deal with it then.”

Hikaru lifted one corner of his mouth. “I've got one more condition. If you come with her, then you come as a girl. Dressed as you are now.”

Ranma growled. “Fine. I'd come naked if I had to.”

“That won't be necessary,” the boy said with a smirk. He turned to Akane. “You want to be punished because Ranma had a harder time of it than you did, right?”

Akane nodded.

“Okay,” Hikaru said. “Then your punishment starts now. Ranma's been walking around out here a lot more exposed than you. You need to make up for that. Take off your shirt and hand it to me.”

“What?!” Ranma shouted.

“Shut up,” Hikaru told her. “And this is your last warning not to interfere.” Addressing Akane he said, “Give me the shirt now. You're going to walk home topless under your coat. And you're going to come over to my house after supper dressed the same way. I'll give you the shirt back when you leave, and you can wear it home.” He looked at her sharply. “Now!”

Akane stood up. After taking a breath she removed her coat and handed it to a stunned Ranma. She unbuttoned her shirt slowly, working from top to bottom. Then she pulled it open, tugged the sleeves off of her arms, and handed it to the boy before her. She shivered in the cold air, standing there in only a skirt, her nipples hard and erect, her belly still advertising her prices. Taking her coat back from Ranma, she quickly pulled it on and zipped it up.

“Good,” Hikaru said. “I'll see you both tonight, at seven. My parents are going out to a movie. Have a nice trip home.” He stuffed Akane's shirt inside his coat, turned around, and strode off.

Akane held her hand out to Ranma, helping her to stand. “Come on, baka, let's get home,” she said. “I want a bath, as soon as possible. Then maybe you could hold me for a while, before supper. Just hold me. Okay?”

“Anything you want, 'Kane,” she said gruffly.

The two girls left the tennis courts and walked down the street in the direction of home, still holding hands.

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