Moxibustion Violation 20

Chapter 20

Ranma and Akane tried to slip into the house unseen, but Kasumi stepped out of the family room to greet them.

“Welcome home! Did you have a good time?”

Ranma tried to keep Akane in front of her, hoping that Kasumi wouldn't notice the exceedingly short skirt she was wearing. Not to mention that some additional semen had leaked out and run down her legs after Akane had cleaned her up. Akane was equally nervous, worried that her older sister might somehow divine the fact that she was topless under her coat.

“It was all right, I suppose,” Akane answered weakly. “But I'm pretty tired now. I think I'm going to wash up for dinner.”

“Okay,” the older girl said with a smile. “I'll see you later.” She turned down the hall and entered the kitchen.

Akane turned and whispered, “Meet me in the furoba. It's probably useless, but let's see if we can wash any of this off.”

Both of them hurried up the stairs to their rooms. Akane pulled off her coat, and put on a bra and long sleeve shirt, trying not to look at the markings on her body. Ranma changed clothes entirely, donning her customary slacks and Chinese shirt. They managed to make it to the changing room without exchanging more than brief nods of greeting with their fathers, sighing in relief as the door closed behind them.

Akane immediately began tugging off her clothes. Ranma once again marveled at how easily her once tempestuous fiancée accepted her presence while undressing, before shaking herself and slowly removing her own garments. In minutes they were nude, and sitting beside each other in the bathing room.

After several minutes of useless scrubbing, Akane vented an exasperated, “Ugh! This is hopeless! Would you see if you can do any better?”

“I don't think I can, or I'd be getting it off myself,” Ranma responded. “I'll try if you want, though.”

The red-haired girl knelt down behind Akane, and rubbed fiercely with a washcloth at the words which had so pained her to write — “Property of Furinkan Boys.” However, the marks stubbornly refused to fade, and Ranma was forced to desist when the other girl yelped in pain.

“No luck,” Ranma said quietly. “Sorry.”

Akane bowed her head, but just sighed. “Oh well. I didn't really expect anything better. Guess we're just going to have to wait for it to fade naturally. I'm glad we're out of school right now. It would be hard to explain this in the locker room.”

Ranma shuddered. “I don't even want to think about it.” She sighed even more deeply than Akane. “Fucking bastards. Only good thing about today is I don't see how they could find anything worse to do to us.”

Akane blanched. “Don't say that! Don't even think it!” She hung her head lower. “They can find worse things. Believe me. Please don't tempt them to try.”

After one more quiver of fear, she lifted the bucket beside her and rinsed the soap off her body. Standing, she turned to face Ranma and said, “Could you come join me in the furo? I think I need to be held.”

When Ranma stepped into the hot water, he was instantly male once more, although the words remained on his flesh. Akane stifled a giggle at the way some of the crude letters and drawings changed shape due to the different proportions of his body. She stepped into the water herself, and lowered herself to sit between his legs, leaning her back against his muscular chest. Ranma wrapped his arms around her, lacing his fingers across her stomach.

“Are you really planning to go over Gosunkugi's house tonight to have him punish you?” the pigtailed boy asked softly.

The girl in his arms tensed. “Please,” she said, “I don't want to fight. I told you — I need it. I wish you could do it. I really do. But ... Anyway, you don't have to come. It would probably be better if you didn't.”

He tightened his arms, trying to reassure her. “Sorry. It's just hard for me, thinking of you ... Sorry. I don't see why you have to, but ... if you really feel you need it, well, I won't try to stop you.”

“Thank you,” Akane whispered.

“But I'm still coming,” Ranma informed her. “Yeah, I won't like it. But that's my problem. No way I'm letting you face anything alone from here on out. We're in this together.”

“You're crazy,” Akane said, “but I love you anyway.” Turning her head, she leaned up to kiss him gently, then settled back into his arms once more. Speaking softly, she said, “If you do come, you'll have to behave yourself. You know what's going to happen. If you can't handle it, then I'd rather you stay home.”

Ranma nuzzled her hair. “I'll handle it. I meant what I said. We'll see this through together. And when it's over with, we'll tear them limb from limb together. That's what I'm looking forward to.” He hesitated a moment and then asked, “You think they'll leave us in peace for Christmas?”

The girl in his arms shrugged. “I have no idea. It would be nice, and their families will probably be home, so there's a good chance. I'm not going to count on it though.”

“I suppose not,” he replied morosely. With that he fell silent, simply sitting there and enjoying the feel of her body pressed against him.

“Dammit!” Ranma cursed. “This fucking skirt just won't stay down.”

“Perhaps you should have worn panties under it,” Akane suggested, glaring at the man who had walked into a lamppost while his eyes were locked on Ranma's red muff. “Hikaru probably wouldn't care.”

“I ain't taking a chance on that,” the redhead replied. “He might decide to punish you worse if I did. I just wish it were longer.” She shook her head in disgust. “How about you? You're not too cold are you?”

“I'm okay,” Akane told her. “My legs are a little chilly, but it's not too bad. And my coat is keeping my upper half warm enough, even without a shirt.” She turned to the girl beside her with a wicked grin, reaching for the zipper. “Want to see?”

Ranma licked her lips, filled with a sudden desire to say yes. However, they were still out on the street, with numerous other pedestrians nearby. Reluctantly, she shook her head no. Akane let her hand drop, still smiling.

“You seem sort of cheerful,” Ranma said, speaking slowly. “Are you sure you need to do this? I mean, you seem okay.”

Akane's smile grew weaker. “For the moment, I'm just enjoying walking across town with you. I ... wasn't thinking about it. But I can't ignore it forever. Sooner or later it'll catch up with me, if I don't deal with it. So yeah, I need to.”

Ranma sighed. “Okay, okay. Sorry I brought it up.” The breeze grabbed at her skirt again, and she slapped at it with another muffled curse. “Is there anything special you'd like to do for Christmas?”

Her fiancée tilted her head to the side, considering. “Well, I can't say anything specific comes to mind. But I would like to spend some time alone with you, if we can. Which pretty much means getting away from the house. How about we take off after everyone finishes opening their gifts? Maybe we could go somewhere and do some training.”

Ranma stared off into space. “Sounds good to me. I sure ain't interested in hanging around our fathers listening to them spout crap all day. Not that we can go very far if we've gotta be back after a few hours.” She fell silent for several long seconds, thinking over possibilities. Then she smiled. “I know a farm that oughta do. They grow radishes, but, it being winter and all ...” She shrugged. “The way the fields and buildings are laid out, probably no one will notice us. And I think we could probably slip into a greenhouse to warm up if we get too cold.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Akane responded. She suddenly reached out and pulled the pigtailed girl with her into the recessed doorway of a shop which had closed for the night. As soon as she confirmed that they were temporarily unobserved by any fellow pedestrians, Akane pulled Ranma into a passionate kiss.

When they broke apart, the redhead murmured a spaced out “Wow!” although a moment later she was twisting her head about to check if anyone had seen them. Reassured, she turned back and asked, “What was that for?”

Akane gave her a big smile. “Oh, this and that. Because I love you. Because you want to spend Christmas with me. Alone. Because you agreed to treat me like a martial artist.” She took a deep breath. “Because I want you to remember how I really feel, in a little while. At Hikaru's.”

Ranma's eyes darkened. “Yeah.” Forcing a smile on her face, she took Akane's hand and pulled her back out to the sidewalk. “C'mon. The sooner we get there, the sooner it'll be over with and I can have you back to myself.”

“So you made it,” Hikaru commented, closing the door behind them.

“Yeah, we're here,” Ranma replied coolly. “So where're your folks tonight?”

The boy lifted his shoulders in a slight shrug. “Volunteer work. Putting together packages to give to poor families for Christmas. They asked if I wanted to help, but I declined. They won't be back for a few hours.” He reached for Ranma's coat as the redhead pulled it off.

Akane hesitated before removing her own coat, but then chided herself for silliness. She unzipped it and allowed it to slide down her arms, exposing her bare breasts, nipples standing out hard in the cool air. She held the garment out to be taken, giving the appearance of being unconcerned about her partial nudity.

“Would you like anything to drink?” Hikaru asked, for all the world as if this were just another social visit. He seemed to take no notice of the writing on their bodies.

“I'd rather just get this over with,” Ranma said pointedly, her expression determined.

Hikaru lifted an eyebrow. “You don't have to do anything except sit around. It's Akane who's got to go through with the rough bit. Assuming she still wants to.” He turned to the other girl. “Do you?”

Akane's eyes flicked to Ranma and back, before answering quietly, “Yes.”

Hikaru nodded, her reply as he had expected. “Then come on into the other room and get undressed. You too, Ranma. If you're staying that is.”

Ranma grimaced. “You want me to strip too? Why?”

“Because you're insisting on being here while Akane is punished. The least you can do is get undressed with her. As a matter of fact, I'm going to tie you to the chair you sit in. I don't want you feeling tempted to interfere.”

“And if I refuse ...?” she asked curiously, wondering what he'd say.

The young man facing her just shrugged. “No skin off my nose. The door's behind you. If you don't like my rules, you leave. If you stay, then you're doing things my way.”

Ranma sighed and nodded her acquiescence. The three of them walked into the family room, where the two girls removed the few items of clothing they were wearing. Ranma sat in one of the two hard chairs in the room, and allowed Hikaru to use four neckties to bind her ankles to the chair legs and her wrists to struts along the back. After doing so, Hikaru sat in the other chair and faced Akane.

He then appeared to reconsider, and turned back toward Ranma. “The first thing to understand,” he said, addressing the pigtailed girl, “is that this sort of punishment is voluntary. She doesn't get to choose what the punishment will be, but it's her choice to submit to it in the first place. In that way, it's not like the rest of the sex you two are being forced to do. If she changes her mind, Akane can just say so and the two of you can leave right now. No penalty.” He turned to Akane. “Do you want me to punish you?”

Akane stood in front of him, making no effort to conceal her nudity. In fact, after he asked his question, she slowly raised her arms and laced her fingers together behind her neck. Her voice, when she spoke, was quiet yet firm. “Yes, please. I need it. Please punish me.”

Ranma frowned, looking mildly unhappy, but said nothing.

Addressing Ranma again, Hikaru said, “Not only is it her choice, but it's best to make her state that explicitly — like I just did. In fact, I'll go on to confirm that she understands the rules.” Returning his eyes to Akane, he asked, “Do you agree to let me punish you as I see fit, to submit to whatever I choose to do? And do you agree to express your gratitude to me afterward, to the very best of your ability?”

Akane took a deep breath and replied, “Yes, Hikaru-sama. Please punish me however you think appropriate, and I promise I'll do whatever I can to show how grateful I am later.”

“You don't have to sound so ... beneath him,” Ranma grumbled to Akane.

“Yes, she does,” Hikaru contradicted. “That's the correct attitude for someone who is seeking punishment. Now, despite the fact that Akane has agreed that I set the punishment, she can still call it off at any time. For that purpose I'll give her a ‘safe word.’ She can beg, cry, or moan anything she pleases, without stopping me. But if she ever says ‘cherry mochi’ then I'll stop and let her go. Of course, that also means I'll stop the punishment, which she says she wants. It's her choice, you see.” Glancing at Akane, he inquired, “You understand that, right?”

Akane just nodded. Ranma was deep in thought, trying to process the idea that this was up to Akane, and that things would go no further than she was willing to let them go.

The young man leaned back in his chair, holding his hands in his lap, enjoying the professorial mood which had taken him. “Now some people are into this sort of thing for pleasure, believe it or not, and though she's reluctant to admit it, Akane does get turned on when she's punished.” He ignored her faint protests. “However, that's not really why she's here. Akane has reasons for wanting to be punished, and it doesn't matter whether you think those reasons are good enough. Or even whether I do. What matters is that she does, and that she'll be more unhappy in the long run if she doesn't get punished the way she thinks she deserves. Understand?”

Akane looked like she wanted to say something in response to this, except that she couldn't think of the right words. She settled for a soft, “I do deserve it.” Ranma, on the other hand, looked skeptical, but still said nothing.

“Okay,” Hikaru went on, not worrying overmuch about Ranma's lack of response, “the next step, the way I see things, is to make Akane explain her reasons for being punished, and what she hopes to achieve. This can be painful for her, because she has to be forced to be honest, and that can mean having to say some things which are embarrassing, or worse. I should point out that I don't mean she has to be honest in some absolute sense of universal truth everyone will agree to. What I mean is that she has to be honest about what she herself believes to be the truth. So, for example, if she believes that she has behaved like a slut and that's why she wants to be punished, then she has to come right out and say that she behaved like a slut. Otherwise she isn't going to get out of it what she wants.”

“Akane ain't no slut!” Ranma stated hotly.

Remaining calm, Hikaru said, “It doesn't matter what you believe. It doesn't matter what I believe, or anyone else. What matters here is what Akane believes. And she seems to think that word applies to a girl who finds sex pleasurable even when it's with a boy she hates.” He looked squarely at Akane. “Do you believe that you're a slut?”

“Yes, Hikaru-sama,” Akane answered unhappily but with resignation, “I know that I'm a slut.”

“But ...” Ranma began.

“Ranma,” Akane interrupted her, “please don't make me argue about that. It's painful enough just saying it. I don't want to have to try to explain as well.”

Ranma's expression was rebellious for a moment, but then she subsided and looked away.

Steepling his fingers, Hikaru pointed out, “I was only using that as an example anyway. I don't think that's what's bothering Akane today, or at least not that specifically.” Catching Akane's eye, he said, “I believe you want to be punished because of some of the things you did today. Now like I was telling your girlfriend here, you need to state the reasons you should be punished. What did you do that you regret so much?”

Settling herself back down, Akane focused on Hikaru's face. “I feel guilty about a lot of the things I did today ...”

“Stop right there,” the boy watching her interrupted. “Before you go on, I don't want to hear about stuff like what you wrote on Ranma. You were made to do that. You were even told what to write. You didn't have a choice.”

Ranma stared at Hikaru, puzzled. She had thought the boy's whole idea was simply to punish Akane, whatever the reason, because he got off on doing so. But now he was telling her he wouldn't punish her for something. Ranma shook her head, confused.

“But I still feel guilty about it,” Akane protested.

“I'm sorry,” Hikaru told her, “but you're just going to have to accept that you had no choice about that. Feeling guilty about something like that is like feeling guilty for going to school. You're required to do it, so you don't have a choice. You need to learn to accept that sort of thing, even if it bothers you. I only want to hear about things that were your own decision. So let's hear it.”

Akane had to stop and think, discarding some of what she had planned to confess and reorganizing what she had planned to say about the rest. Finally she started speaking, keeping her gaze locked on Hikaru's face and carefully not looking at her fiancé.

“I behaved very badly today, doing and saying things to hurt Ranma which were worse than what I was told to do. When Michio told me to say that I only wanted to be fucked by them, and not by Ranma, I went too far, what I said was worse than I needed to make it. When I told the story of how I lost my virginity, I made it too elaborate, making myself sound like a lot more of a slut than necessary. When they told me to kiss Ranma and share the ... the semen in my mouth, I should have kissed her and only pretended to share it.”

She worried at her lower lip with her teeth for a moment before going on. “When Raiden was, um, butt fucking Ranma and Michio made me tell him to do it harder, I, uh, shouldn't have gone so far.” Akane briefly looked like she might cry. “I'm really upset with myself for how hard I told Raiden to screw her, especially after I saw Ranma start crying.”

“It wasn't your fault,” Ranma whispered, but Akane ignored her.

“And the worse thing was at the very end, when Michio was spanking Ranma with the paddle.” She looked down and her voice grew even more quiet. “It should have been me getting spanked instead. But not only did Ranma take the spanking I should have gotten, but ... I, uh ...” Her face grew red and her chin trembled. “I ... came while he was spanking her. I actually went and had an orgasm while watching Michio spank Ranma. That's the thing I need to be punished for most of all.”

The pigtailed girl opened her mouth to reassure Akane, but no words came out. The light began to dawn dimly, finally understanding a little of what the other girl was going through. She was just being silly about all the other stuff, but that last thing ... Well, Ranma didn't blame her, of course. But thinking about how she would feel right now, if she had climaxed while watching Akane being hurt — that was enough to give her a glimmering of why the girl she loved might feel such a burning need to be punished right now. So she cast her eyes down to her lap, determined not to say anything to make this harder for Akane.

Hikaru observed the effect of this speech on Ranma with interest. When he spoke, he addressed himself to the redhead again. “Now it always helps to reinforce why she is being punished, why she believes what she did was wrong. It's especially important to be completely blunt about it, particularly if she hasn't been blunt enough herself.”

Returning his gaze to Akane, the boy said, “So the reason you need to be punished is, first, that you got so carried away by the setting, how turned on you were, by all the sex, that you went too far. That you behaved like a bitch by saying and doing more than you should have. And second, that you gave in to your slutty nature to such an extent that you came from watching your fiancé get spanked. Is that right?”

“Yes, Hikaru-sama,” the young woman answered.

Making his voice even more stern, Hikaru emphasized, “You acted like a bitch and a slut, and you want to be punished so that you'll remember not to act like a bitch in future, and not to be any more of a slut than you can help being. Right?”

Ranma squirmed uncomfortably, but decided to continue not interfering. Akane just hung her head and replied, “Yes, Hikaru-sama. I don't want to act like a bitch. And even though I'm a slut, I don't want to be any worse than necessary.”

Hikaru couldn't get over how much he was enjoying instructing Ranma. He wasn't even sure why — perhaps it was just that it let him rub his rival's nose in the fact that he himself was the one who got the pleasure of punishing Akane. Not to mention what they'd be doing afterward. He smiled to himself.

Then he recalled himself to the present, cleared his throat, and said, “Notice that I didn't just make her say what she did wrong. I also made it clear what she hopes to get out of the punishment. How she wants it to affect her future behavior. That's what punishment is really for, after all. Not revenge for past actions, but to affect future choices.”

Firming his shoulders, he said to Akane, “And now it's time to get down to business. We'll start with a plain spanking. Get over here and get yourself across my lap. Then ask me to spank you.”

Akane followed his instruction, stepping to his side and lying over his knees. Her fingers and toes were both on the floor, while the smooth, creamy skin of her ass was right in front of his face. Drawing a breath, she firmly said, “Please spank me, Hikaru-sama.”

Ranma kept her eyes down, not watching, but doing so was almost pointless. Each clap of the boy's hand against the flesh of Akane's ass echoed loudly around the room, followed almost instantly by the faintest ‘eep’ sound from her lips. It was all too easy to imagine the scene which would greet her gaze if she were to lift her head.

Hikaru stopped after a relatively short time, knowing that his slaps couldn't generate enough pain to be very meaningful to a martial artist of Akane's caliber. This type of spanking was done more for his own pleasure, enjoying both the sight and the sensation. It was time though to move on to something more serious.

“Get up now,” he told the girl over his lap. “I have to go get a couple of things.” As Akane rose to her feet, he also stood and left the room, returning a minute later with a couple of items from his closet. Akane shivered slightly on seeing the shinai he held in one hand.

“I want you to kneel in front of the chair, and rest your face and forearms on the seat of the chair,” he ordered Akane. “Keep your bottom up as high in the air as you can.”

Akane followed these instructions, licking her lips at the mildly embarrassing realization that if Ranma glanced in her direction that she would have an unobstructed view of her pussy from behind. Nonetheless, she raised herself on her knees to put her rear end as high as it would go, determined to do as she'd been told.

Hikaru then announced, “I'm going to start whipping you with this shinai. However, it's going to be up to you when I stop. I want you to reach a hand back between your legs and start playing with your pussy. I'm going to whip you until you make yourself come. As soon as you come, I'll stop.”

Akane was horrified, but knew that it was his decision how she was to be punished. She could object, but if she did he'd tell her to leave, and she didn't want that. So when he coldly commanded, “Now!” Akane hesitantly lifted her right hand from the seat of the chair and slid it under her belly and between her thighs. With a fair degree of trepidation, she gingerly touched one fingertip to her sensitive clit.

As if that were a signal, Hikaru swung down with the bamboo practice sword. Akane yelped in agony, her hand dropping to the floor. As the shinai struck again, forcing another gasp of pain from the girl, Hikaru reminded her, “Remember. I'm not going to stop until you make yourself come.”

Despite the pain, Akane knew that she'd better get busy. She returned her finger to her slit, gently rubbing between the folds, trying to come up with some fantasy on which she could concentrate despite the lightning bolts of pain crashing through her body. She settled on imagining a stronger Ranma whipping her in front of the science lab window while most of the student body gathered on the lawn below to watch. Somewhat to her own surprise, her pussy began lubricating heavily despite the constant barrage of fiery slices raining down on her rear.

In the meantime, Ranma had found herself unable to keep her eyes averted, raising her head in shock to watch what was happening a couple of meters away. She winced in sympathetic pain each time the shinai struck, leaving another red stripe across the beautiful, bouncing twin globes facing her. But even more, she watched in fascination as Akane's fingers worked rapidly between the clearly juicy petals of her sex. In spite of herself, Ranma found that she was becoming incredibly turned on by the sight. Without even noticing, her hips surreptitiously squirmed against the hard wooden seat of the chair.

Akane had completely forgotten her present surroundings. Between the pain of the wooden blade striking her, and the fantasy in which she had buried herself as deeply as possible, she had no spare mental capacity to waste on anything else. In her mind's eye her classmates were shouting encouragement to Ranma as he caned her, while lifting cameras to their faces to record the scene. She imagined her fellow students trading the photographs with one another later, pausing to smirk at her as she walked past them in the hall.

Ranma licked dry lips while wishing she had a free hand to scratch the itch between her thighs. She found that she was imagining herself in Hikaru's place, in male form, whipping Akane while her fiancée gyrated and masturbated underneath the punishing strokes. Ranma squeezed her legs together as best she could, pressing herself against the seat, remembering the things Hikaru had said and fantasizing that she was the one who had made Akane “confess” and ask to be spanked. And she groaned in frustration at the thought that even if she were free, she was too weak to do any such thing.

Although it seemed much longer to the two girls, it was only a few minutes before matters approached a crescendo. Akane's fingers became a blur. She screamed with each impact, though if asked she would have found it hard to answer whether this was due to the pain or the sensations building rapidly to a climax. Ranma was moaning over her inability to achieve sufficient stimulation to bring on a climax of her own. At the last Akane gave one more scream and arched her back, freezing in place for several long seconds before sinking back down to lay her cheek against the seat, her bottom dropping down to rest on her heels. Hikaru stepped back, pressing his sleeve against the perspiration on his forehead.

“Are you done?” Ranma asked hoarsely, trying to still the motions of her ass against the chair.

“Not yet,” Hikaru replied succinctly, eliciting a quiet moan from the girl at his feet. To her he said, “Take a few minutes to rest, though. In fact, I'll go get you something to drink. Be right back.” He turned and left the room once more.

“You okay, 'Kane?” Ranma whispered, anxious.

The young woman nodded without looking up. A minute later she straightened, lifting her front half from the chair but continuing to squat on the floor. Turning her head, she gave the redhead a weak smile at odds with her tear streaked face, and said breathily, “I'm o-okay. This is wh-what I wanted. ... Really.”

The other girl just shook her head, finding it hard to believe the words, although on some level she accepted that they were true. “Remember. He said you can put a stop to this any time.”

Akane's smile grew wider, yet remained fatigued, and she sniffled a couple of times before replying. “Of c-course I remember. But like I s-said, this really is what I wanted. I'll be ... okay.” Seeing the disbelief still in Ranma's eyes, she crawled over and rested a hand against her cheek. “I know you d-don't understand, but try to trust me. Okay?”

Ranma closed her eyes, but nodded her head, feeling Akane's fingers brushing lightly against her cheek as she did so. She was mildly surprised to feel lips press against her own for a brief moment before withdrawing. Opening her eyes, she saw that Akane had settled back on her heels again, her own eyes now closed, tears still leaking out from under the lashes.

Hikaru stepped back into the room, walking quickly over to Akane and offering her a cup. She took it calmly and raised it to her lips, taking a few sips. A couple of minutes passed before the boy asked, “Are you ready to go on?”

Akane placed the cup down on the floor and nodded her head. Hikaru reached out with his hand and Akane took it in hers, allowing him to pull her to her feet. He walked her over to the chair and sat her in it, then picked up some more rope and tied her much in the same manner that he had tied Ranma. Akane merely sat there while he secured her firmly.

The young man picked up the bag he had brought out earlier along with the shinai. Reaching into the bag, his hand came back out holding several clothespins, causing Akane to wince at the sight. Yet still she said nothing. She watched with resignation as he approached her, and managed to restrain herself to small yelps of pain as one was placed on each nipple. Her cries were a little louder as he attached additional clothespins elsewhere on the skin of her breasts.

Turning to observe the effect on Ranma, Hikaru lectured, “Always remember that punishment is about shame as well as pain. Sometimes the most effective way to punish her is to make her say or do things she doesn't want to, things that she finds humiliating.” Turning back to his subject, he said, “Tell us what you were thinking about earlier. When you were fingering yourself during the whipping.”

Akane shook her head in mute dismay.

Hikaru merely smiled. “Those clothespins aren't coming off until you say everything I want you to say. In the meantime ...” He reached into the bag again and pulled out a vibrator, the same one with which Ranma had once been entertained. Turning it on, he ran it slowly up one thigh, then up her side and along the base of her breasts, then down again and over her mound.

“Go on. Tell us,” he whispered. “You'll have to eventually. You might as well get it over with.” He reached out with his other hand and flicked one of the clothespins, causing Akane to gasp.

The girl was mortified at the idea of telling the other two about the fantasy in which she had indulged, but at the same time wasn't sure how long she could take the agony in her tits. Besides, she was sure that Hikaru meant what he said about not freeing her until she did, and the only other option was to use the safe word he'd given her, which she wouldn't do. Hanging her head she surrendered, speaking in a breathy, gasping fashion.

“I, uh, imagined I was at school. In the science lab. I was standing on the bookshelf at the window, naked. I imagined that, um, ...” Akane paused before going on. “That Ranma was the one whipping me. While I stood in front of the window. And there were people down below watching. All of the other students and teachers. Watching me and taking photographs. And I thought about the way they'd look at me in school later. The way they'd act and the things they'd say.”

“And you really got off on that, didn't you?” Hikaru asked while Ranma stared, open mouthed. Akane nodded her head, not looking up, not wanting to see what might be in their eyes.

“Tell me,” Hikaru suggested curiously, “don't you think it's rather wanton and perverted to want everyone at school to see you naked and being whipped? To take photographs of you like that?”

“Yes,” Akane whispered, then moaned loudly as the vibrator moved over her slit.

“How many different guys have fucked you, Akane-chan?” the boy asked next, moving the vibrator down along her thigh again.

“I ... I don't know,” she replied.

“Well, add it up!” he responded acerbically. “It can't be that hard to figure out!”

The young woman was silent for a minute, her lips moving soundlessly. “Twelve,” she finally answered miserably.

“Do you think there's any other girl at our school who's fucked twelve different guys?”

“No,” Akane said. It came out sounding very plaintive.

Hikaru moved the vibrator back to her pussy, spreading her labia with it. “I guess that makes you the biggest slut ever to attend Furinkan High School. Let me hear you admit it.”

Akane licked her lips, not even trying to stop her hips from humping against the device between her legs. “I ... I'm the biggest slut ever to attend Furinkan High School. I really am.”

Over in her own chair, Ranma shook her head, dismayed at Akane's readiness to say such things about herself. And strangely aroused by it as well. The conflicting emotions bombarding through her brain served to keep her from saying anything in response to what she was hearing.

Hikaru cocked an interested eyebrow in Akane's direction. “Do you think that getting raped is likely to turn a girl into a slut, Akane?”

“No,” she whispered, seeing the implication immediately.

“Then I guess you must have been a slut all along. Getting raped didn't make you one. Go ahead, let's hear you confess the truth.” He eased the vibrator into her cunt, making Akane squirm and moan in pleasure. The pain in her tits had become a familiar ache, fading into the background.

“I ... I've really been a slut all along. Ever ... ever since I grew up, I guess. Puberty, I mean. That means I've, uh, been a slut since before I started middle school. But I kept it secret. Even from myself. That must be why I was always so upset with boys who acted perverted. I ... I ... I must have been scared that if I didn't get angry with them, that I'd let them ... do whatever they wanted.”

“What would you have let them do?” Hikaru inquired gently.

Akane moaned, closing her eyes, loving the feel of the vibrator fucking her. “I'd have let them fuck me. And I'd have sucked their cocks, and swallowed their cum. I'd have taken them two or three at a time. I'm a slut, and if they'd known it, that's how they'd have treated me. They wouldn't have taken no for an answer. They'd have stripped me, and they'd have lined up to take turns fucking me and coming in me.”

Hikaru's dick was rock hard and demanding attention, and he decided that it was time to move on to the after-punishment entertainment. “Well, much as I'm enjoying this, I think we'd better get those clothespins off of you.” He pulled the vibrator out, bringing a small unhappy cry from the girl's mouth. “You did well, Akane-chan. Really well. I just need to take all this off of you. Grit your teeth. This is probably going to hurt.”

With that he took the clothespins off of her tits, one at a time, leaving the ones on her nipples for last. The release of each one was accompanied by a whimper of pain, but at last they were all off. Hikaru wasted no time untying her as well. Then he stood up, waiting for her to acknowledge what came next.

Akane slowly stood as well. She looked toward Ranma, hoping the other girl remembered how things were to go and would understand. Their eyes met, and after a moment Ranma nodded and looked away. When Hikaru left the room Akane trailed behind him, following the boy to his bedroom.

When they reached the room, Akane climbed onto the bed to get things started, only to stop in surprise when Hikaru held up a finger. “I'll be back in a minute,” he told her. “Forgot something.” With that, he opened the door and vanished, leaving Akane to wonder what he left the room to get.

Back in the family room, Ranma looked up in surprise when Hikaru reappeared. She hoped the guy wasn't planning to untie her and make her come back and watch. She wanted to be present to make sure Akane wasn't hurt in any way, but that didn't mean she wanted to see her fiancée willingly having sex with the jerk. On the other hand, it might be better to have the ropes off, even if it would be hard to resist the temptation to try to interrupt what was going to happen.

“No, I'm not here to untie you,” Hikaru told the red-haired girl, guessing at some of what was going on in her head. “I just figured it would be a kindness to give you something to keep you occupied, so you can't spend as much time thinking about what's happening at the same time.”

With that he picked up the vibrator he'd been using on Akane and slid it up into Ranma's sopping wet snatch before she could think to protest. “Hey! Wait ...!” Ranma began, then dissolved into a groan as Hikaru turned the dial to the highest setting. Her legs spasmed, and she called to Hikaru's retreating back, “T-Take it out! I don't need it.”

At the doorway Hikaru stopped and looked back over his shoulder. “That's okay, you don't need to pretend. I know it'll be easier for you like this.” With that he was gone.

“No, stop ...” Ranma cried out, but fell silent at the uselessness of it. She tried to ignore the rapidly building sensations washing over her, but she might as well have tried to hold back an avalanche with a broom.

On returning to his room, Hikaru noisily closed the door, but kept his hand on the knob preventing it from latching. He quietly eased it partly open again, a fact hidden by the nook in which the door was recessed from the rest of the room. The boy entered the room fully and sat on the side of the bed, gazing at Akane's nude form with a smile. His eyes lifted and looked out the open curtains of his window at the lit window next door. Several seconds passed before the light went out, but the boy fancied he could still make out a silhouette at the window. He turned back to Akane, putting the neighbor out of his mind for the time being.

“So, are you feeling less guilty now?” he asked gently. “Or at least like you can handle it, because you'll do better in the future?”

Akane bit her lip, but nodded. “Yes. Thank you. Um, what would you like to do?”

“Oh, the usual,” he replied with a nonchalant wave. “Make love to you. Have you suck me until I'm hard again. Take you in the ass. But only if that's what you want.”

She nodded, then held out her arms. “Please screw me, Hikaru-sama. I need it. I want you. Please take me now and fuck me hard.”

Gosunkugi didn't move from where he sat. “You can drop the honorifics for now. I'd also like you to ask me to ‘make love’ to you, just for today, instead of the cruder terms. Oh, and try to sound a little more enthusiastic, okay?”

Akane rose from her reclining position to kneel behind the young man, wrapping her arms around his torso and pressing her bare breasts to his back. “Please, Hikaru. Please make love to me. I want to feel your wonderful cock inside of me. I want to feel you moving in me. I want to feel you come in me. Please.”

Out in the family room, Ranma heard Akane's words, scowling as a wave of jealousy swept over her. She knew that Akane was supposed to repay Gosunkugi for what he'd done, that she was supposed to show how grateful she was for being punished, but that sounded like taking things a bit farther than necessary. Worse, she had asked the asshole to “make love” to her. One of the things which had made the whole situation bearable for Ranma was that all Akane was doing with these guys was having sex, that he would be the first person to truly make love to her.

And it certainly wasn't any help that the buzzing in her cunt was rapidly forcing her toward a climax.

Back in the bedroom, Hikaru stood up and crossed over to his closet, reaching in and coming back out with a thick, black butt plug and a tube of lubricant. Stepping back up beside the bed, he ordered, “Roll over, please. I want to put this in before we make love.”

Akane regarded the item in his hands, her tongue darting out to lick at her lips nervously. At the same time she couldn't prevent a flutter of excitement in her stomach. Slowly the girl turned over to lie on her front, then reached behind to take hold of her ass cheeks and spread them, inviting him to insert the object.

Hikaru applied a generous amount of gel, before slowly pushing the item against her hole, spreading the dark starfish of her anus. Akane groaned loudly as it reached the widest point, then it was past her sphincter and her butt clenched tight against the base, holding the plug inside. She trembled for a moment as she tried to adjust to the intrusion.

“Now turn over and ask for it again,” the boy said, trying to tamp down the eager note in his voice.

Akane rolled over carefully onto her back, trying to settle herself in a position which wasn't uncomfortable. She spread her legs apart, revealing her glistening slit to Hikaru's hot stare. “Please make love to me, Hikaru,” she begged. “I need to have my pussy filled by your cock. Please, give it to me. I can't wait any longer.”

Ranma, panting and trying to hold off an orgasm, heard Akane's repetition of her request. A minute later, Ranma actually heard the other girl moan in distinct pleasure, followed by a cry of “Oh God! Yes!” At that moment Ranma's body betrayed her, and she spasmed in a forceful climax, which at least had the benefit of preventing her from hearing anything else for the next several seconds.

In the bedroom, Akane had given in to the ecstasy of having her cunt and asshole filled at the same time. She was almost mindlessly humping against the cock screwing her, focused entirely on the pleasure to the exclusion of all else. A couple of minutes later she shrieked in orgasm before falling limp. It took several seconds before the girl became aware that the boy on top of her was still pistoning in and out, that he hadn't come yet. Akane felt her arousal rapidly climb once more.

Ranma also felt her arousal increasing again, but wasn't quite as reconciled to it. She'd felt a downright stab of jealousy when she heard Akane's orgasmic scream, wondering for a moment if she'd ever be able to make her fiancée scream like that during lovemaking, before crushing the thought with a confident assertion that of course she would. As her legs writhed and fresh perspiration broke out on her face, Ranma wished with all her might that her hands were free so that she could cover her ears. The girl pouted unhappily as she overheard Akane begging Hikaru to “fuck her harder.”

Akane wrapped her arms and legs around Hikaru, weakly trying to pull him tighter against her body, or at least pull herself more tightly against him. She was thrusting her own pussy against his massive prick, spikes of pleasure shooting through her as his staff rubbed through the intervening tissues against the plug inside her body. When Hikaru grunted and stiffened within her, filling her with his seed, Akane screamed as another orgasm blasted her with its shock waves.

When he withdrew his half erect dick from her dripping snatch, Hikaru flopped back and asked, “What do you want to do now?”

Akane had been lying there zoning out in pure bliss, but the question recalled her to her responsibilities. She managed to get up to her knees, sitting back on her heels, and took a few deep breaths to steady herself. Then she asked, “Please may I suck on your cock, Hikaru? I'd really like you to ...” She paused, but the words ‘make love’ just didn't seem to apply here. “I'd like you to screw my ass. Please can I suck on your cock and get you hard again so you can butt fuck me?”

In the family room Ranma groaned on hearing this, as she exploded in yet another climax.

Akane licked her secretions and the residue of Hikaru's spunk off of his cock, then proceeded to give the boy an expert blowjob. It didn't take long before he was once again as hard as a block of oak, and he placed a finger under Akane's chin to lift her mouth off of his rod before she enticed him into rewarding her with a full stomach. He pulled a couple of pillows into the middle of the bed and patted them, indicating that she should lay herself there to present her ass for a reaming.

Applying firm pressure, he pulled the plug from her ass with a pop. Patting the welts on her bottom, Hikaru remarked, “I want to be sure that you want this.”

Taking just a moment to get the proper level of pleading in her voice, Akane replied wantonly, “Yes, I want it. In fact, I need it. Please butt fuck me Hikaru! Please! I need to feel you filling my bottom with your cock. Please stick your cock up my ass all the way up to your balls.”

Pleased with her response, and grinning at the thought of what Ranma's expression might be in the other room, Hikaru pressed himself to the girl's bottom and eased himself gradually inside. As he pushed himself in further and further, listening to Akane grunt and groan beneath him, he lustfully read the words printed on her back, “Property of Furinkan Boys.” It also amused him that he was obeying the instruction printed across her ass cheeks, “Please fuck my butt.” Although he could have done without the picture of a guy's prick drawn between the two.

It took a while, but he finally got himself all the way in. At that point Hikaru paused, enjoying the sensation of being fully embedded in Akane Tendo's ass. He paused for a minute, then began slowly screwing himself in and out. Holding his breath, the boy sought for a distraction in order to prolong the ecstasy.

“So tell me, Akane, do you enjoy getting fucked by Michio?”

Akane felt her next impending orgasm recede as she grimaced. “No. I hate him. You know that.”

“I didn't ask what you thought of him,” Hikaru clarified. “Do you like the sex?”

The girl underneath him squirmed as he continued impaling her asshole. “I ... well, uh, yeah. I like the feeling of, you know, being screwed. It's ... physical. Even when a complete asshole like Michio is attached to the penis doing it.”

“So let me ask again,” Hikaru reiterated. “Whatever you think of the bastard himself, do you enjoy being fucked by Michio?”

“I ... yes,” Akane whispered reluctantly.

Hikaru grunted as he pushed himself deeper, drawing a grunt from Akane as well. “Full sentence answers, Akane. Try again!”

Trying not to think about what she was saying, Akane admitted, “Yes, I enjoy being fucked by Michio.”

Out in the other room Ranma gritted her teeth and tried to stop herself, but was blown away by another hard climax just as she heard Akane agree to this claim.

“And do you enjoy being fucked by Tanjiro?” Hikaru wanted to know.

The young woman sighed, before groaning again as her bowels were plundered. “Yes, dammit, I like being screwed by Tanjiro. I enjoy having Raiden's cock in my cunt or ass. I enjoy being fucked by Kaori, and Katsuo, and Takeo. All right? Hiroshi fucked me pretty good, too, although Daisuke has a lot to learn. Okay?”

“Calmly, now,” Hikaru urged, slowly pulling back out of her ass, and then pushing inward once more. “And do you like sucking their cocks? And swallowing their cum?”

“Kind of,” Akane answered slowly. She squirmed a little more. “It's not pleasurable in itself, but ...” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Part of me sort of, uh, gets off on having to do it.” Remembering her duties, she raised her voice again and said, “Yeah, you could say I like sucking their cocks and swallowing their semen.”

Ranma heard Akane admit that she kind of liked sucking the boys' cocks, except that the whispered part didn't reach her ears. She tried not to be bothered by the idea that her fiancée enjoyed doing those things, though it was hard. In the meantime, she was producing a very large puddle on the seat of her chair.

By now the boy screwing Akane was having trouble holding off from coming. “They're going to continue using you, you know. There's no end in sight. They're going to fuck your cunt and your ass, and make you give them blowjobs, over and over again, countless times. They're going to use your body for their pleasure. And you'll enjoy it, won't you?”

Akane was getting pretty close to an orgasm herself, and just threw together some of his words mindlessly, forming a sentence which was as coherent as she could manage. “Yes, I want them to use me for their pleasure. I'll en-enjoy i-it-ieeee!”

Akane came hard, sphincter clenching down weakly on Hikaru's prick. His orgasm followed an instant later, flooding Akane's rectum with thick white fluid. Unknown to the pair on the bed, they were joined by Ranma, biting down on her lip to prevent herself from screaming as a climax swept over to her, wishing she could block out the words she had heard Akane speak just before it hit.

After lying there nearly comatose for a couple of minutes, Hikaru slowly disengaged himself from Akane's anus. He managed to climb to his feet, then staggered to the bathroom, where he cleaned himself off and brought a washcloth back for Akane. On reentering the bedroom, the boy closed the door firmly. Partly so Akane wouldn't know it had been open before, and partly to keep the following conversation from being overheard.

Akane took the washcloth gratefully, although her face turned red when Hikaru blatantly watched her clean herself off. She tried to ignore him and concentrate on the task at hand. Thus she was caught by surprise when he started speaking.

“It must be pretty rough on Ranma, you know. I mean, she's only getting screwed by those bastards. I've been trying to treat you a little more decently — at least, I hope you think I have. And I gather Hiroshi wasn't too bad, either.”

“He wasn't. And ... you're not,” she agreed.

Hikaru nodded. “But the only guys screwing Ranma are the ones you hate. Nobody that would treat her halfway decently. I wouldn't be surprised if it leaves her with some pretty traumatic notions of what sex is like.”

“I ...” Akane started, but then cut herself off. She remembered at the last moment that she had promised the boys that she wouldn't have sex with Ranma, and it might not be a good idea to admit even to Hikaru that she was thinking of doing so anyway. As soon as Ranma felt ready. So she merely said, “I suppose so.”

The young man regarded her shrewdly. “Even if, no, when you have sex with Ranma yourself, that won't help completely. Or I don't think so. Because she still won't have any decent memories of sex with a boy in her female form. It's bound to have an effect.”

Akane bit her lip, thinking that he did in fact have a point. “So why don't you have sex with her? You've had plenty of opportunity.”

Hikaru frowned. “Because I don't want to force myself on her. The others made me force myself on you, but they don't seem to care in Ranma's case. I don't intend to have sex with Ranma unless she asks me to.”

Akane looked away. “I can't see her doing that.”

Hikaru's frown lifted into a smile. “Not on her own, no. Not likely. But maybe if you suggested it ...”

It was Akane's turn to frown. “I don't think Ranma would take it very well if I told her that.”

His voice light, Hikaru replied, “Well, I wasn't thinking you should go up to Ranma and say, ‘Hey, I think you ought to fuck Hikaru!’ I agree, that wouldn't go over well at all. But for Ranma's sake, maybe you should try to persuade her.”

The girl's frown deepened. “It almost sounds like you're looking for a way to screw Ranma without having to order her to.”

Hikaru eased back, shrugging as if he didn't really care. “It's not about what I want. I'll be perfectly fine if I never do it with Ranma. Tell you what, I'll leave it up to you. You just think about it. If you think Ranma would be better off, then try to talk her into it. If not, then don't. And I won't push you into making a decision. Okay?”

Akane nodded, while thinking hard. Could she trust him? Might it help Ranma to better face what was happening to them? She sighed, deciding to think about it more, later.

Standing up again, Hikaru said, “Why don't you go use the bathroom while I untie Ranma? Then you can both get dressed and go home. It's been a long day for you.”

Akane nodded once more, standing up herself. “Yeah, I do have to. Use the bathroom, I mean. I'll meet you out in the front room.” She walked down the hall and into the bathroom, closing the door behind herself.

Rejoining Ranma, Hikaru ignored the glare directed his way, waiting for the girl to come one last time. After her tremors subsided he extracted the vibrator from her sopping pussy and set it aside. He then made short work of untying her limbs, and stretched out a hand to help her up.

Ranma eyed the hand dubiously. Deciding to ignore it, she struggled up on her own, only to have her knees collapse under her. Hikaru grabbed her by the elbow before she fell, and lifted her back to a standing position. As soon as she was steady, Ranma shook her arm free of the boy's grasp and took a step away from him.

Before either of them could come up with anything to say, Akane walked into the room. She took Ranma's hand and squeezed it, then turned to Hikaru. “Thanks for your, um, help. We can go now, right?”

Hikaru nodded. “Yep. Until later. You two take care of each other.”

Ranma gave the boy another confused stare, but Akane just smiled and pulled at his hand. Together they walked over to their clothes and dressed, with Akane finally putting her shirt back on which she had handed over to Hikaru earlier that day. After zipping up their coats, Akane said, “Thanks again. Bye-bye.” She gave a little wave as they walked out the door, with Ranma pulling it closed behind them.

The red-haired girl remained silent for the next several minutes and Akane, picking up her mood, was quiet as well. Finally, Ranma admitted, “I could, uh, hear a lot of what you were saying, you know.”

Akane blanched. “In the bedroom? Oh ... God! Oh, Ranma, I'm sorry, but ... I had to. You know that.”

“Did you have to ask him to make love to you?” Ranma asked, knowing that it was coming out petulantly. “It's just supposed to be sex with the other guys. I mean, you don't love him, do you?”

“Of course not!” she said loudly. Then looking around at the other pedestrians, she lowered her voice and said, “I love you. It was just sex with Hikaru, whatever I may have said. I have to say what he wants me to say. This is why I was worried about you coming. You know I don't have a choice about that stuff. But you're the only man I will ever truly make love with.” Akane linked her elbow through the other girl's. “You have to believe that. You're the only guy I really want.”

Ranma sighed. “Yeah. Sorry. It was just so hard to ... well, when I heard you ... sorry. Sorry. I'm acting like an idiot, I know.”

Akane smiled at her. “Yeah, well, you're my idiot, and I love you the way you are.” Her smile faded a little. “But maybe next time you really should stay home.”

Ranma shook her head vigorously, pigtail whipping back and forth. “No. I ain't letting you face this shit alone. I'll just have to try harder to remember the truth next time.” She looked up, and her face scrunched in puzzlement. “Where are we going? This ain't the way home.”

“I forgot to tell you.” Akane walked a little faster, pulling Ranma along. “We have a little while yet before the stores close. There's something I want to buy.”

Ranma whined. “You're gonna make me go shopping? After everything we just been through? Aw, come on Akane! Can't we do this tomorrow?”

“Tonight,” the dark-haired girl said with finality. Reluctantly, Ranma followed her fiancée, refusing to let go of Akane's arm.

Several minutes later the teenage couple entered a trendy clothing store. Akane led the way to the back, where Ranma found herself facing a selection of short skirts. In sudden enlightenment, the redhead looked down at the microscopic piece of cloth around her own hips, comparing it to the items in front of her. “Aw, hell no,” Ranma exclaimed. “You ain't thinking of buying more of these damn skirts, are you?”

“Yes I am,” Akane responded matter-of-factly. “I was thinking about it earlier. I was worried that Michio and the others might think that the skirt I was wearing was too long, and what they might do if they did. And if you have to wear something that short, then I'd feel better if I was too.”

“This ain't a damn contest over who's wearing the shortest skirt,” Ranma protested. “We're doing what they force us to do, and there's no reason to do worse than they make us. Now, c'mon!”

“I've already made up my mind, Ranma,” Akane said with determination. Hearing her own words, she gave the other girl a smile. “If we're really going to get married someday, then you've got to learn the lesson that all men learn. When a woman says she's made up her mind, the smart man gives in.”

“Like hell,” he fumed. But nonetheless, Ranma watched with resignation as Akane selected several skirts as tiny as the one the redhead was currently wearing, and carried them to the checkout counter. Akane paid the bored clerk, picked up the bag she was handed, and led Ranma out of the store. A short distance down the street Akane turned a corner, leading Ranma into an alley.

“What do you want back here?” Ranma asked.

“I told you,” Akane replied nervously. “It's not fair for you to have to wear a skirt that short if I'm not as well.” With that she tried to pull down the zipper of the skirt she had on, but ended up having to take her coat off first to get to it more easily.

Ranma's head spun from side to side in sudden fright. “Dammit! You can't undress here! Somebody might see!”

Akane merely said, “We'll just have to hope that nobody notices. Or that you can distract them if they do.” With that she pulled the skirt down her legs, leaving herself bare below the waist.

Still nearly having heart attacks, Ranma noticed the other girl had semen leaking down her thighs. “Do you, uh, want me to clean you up? Down there? Like this afternoon?”

As Akane stuffed the skirt she had worn into the bag and pulled out one of the new ones, she remarked laughingly, “I thought you were the one who didn't want me undressed here in the alley. Don't worry about it. It won't be as noticeable at night. And if anyone does notice, well, I've had people see me in worse state.” She pulled the tiny skirt up her legs and fastened the zipper, embarrassedly gauging how little she was covered, particularly with no underpants beneath.

Akane led the way out of the alley, trying to walk carefully in order to preserve what modesty she could. Not that she could hope to be entirely successful, realizing full well that by the time she reached home she would no doubt have flashed both her ass and pubic hair to several passersby. Which, the teenage girl told herself sternly, was no more than she deserved, having dragged Ranma into this situation, however unintentionally. Not to mention her inexcusable behavior earlier that day, even if Hikaru had punished her for that already.

A sudden gust lifted both skirts before their owners could thrust them back down again, causing a man walking toward them to stop in shock. As they drew close he leered at them, suggesting, “You girls interested in having a little fun?”

“Piss off!” Ranma declared, moving to step around the jerk.

“If you're into watersports, I'm game,” the man replied casually, reaching down to grab Akane's skirt and lifting it fully above her waist. Akane froze at his sheer gall, while the man drank in the sight of her trim, dark triangle of hair.

Ranma, however, didn't freeze. She spun around and touched the man's shoulder. His arm spasmed and then fell to hang at his side lifelessly, dropping the skirt. He stared at the limb, bewildered.

“I said, piss off!” Ranma repeated. “Touch us again, and you'll wake up in a hospital.”

“What's your problem?” the man snarled. “I can see the cum running down your friend's leg. What, my dick isn't good enough for you?”

Ranma just took Akane's hand and pulled her along the sidewalk, away from the asshole. Lifting her other hand, and not bothering to look back his way, the redhead gestured with her middle finger.

Akane tried to think of something to say, but wasn't sure what. Most of her mind was taken up with wondering, had Ranma not been there with her, whether the man she had just encountered would have dragged her away somewhere and raped her. Trying to hold her skirt down with her free hand, Akane told herself repeatedly that her pussy was not wetter than it had been. Or if it was, that it was only because it had been trained to get wet at any suggestion that someone might have sex with her.

As foreseen, several people got glimpses under the girls' skirts, despite their best efforts to keep them from flying up. The worst was when they were waiting at a corner to cross a street, with several other pedestrians behind them, when a breeze lifted the skirts in back and revealed the entirety of their bottoms. Even worse, they were directly under a streetlamp, and knew that everyone had probably been able to read the words written across their ass cheeks. They instantly jumped out into the street to cross, before it was strictly safe to do so.

When they got home, the two teens once again slipped into the furoba together, although Akane was the only one who truly needed to wash. Ranma changed back to male and put on a yukata, placing the girl's clothes he had worn with Akane's for her to take back to her room. They kissed for a while after Akane washed, and considered doing more, but were both forced to admit that they were too tired — that they had each had too many orgasms already that day — to give one another the proper degree of attention. So they said good night, and hoped they'd be allowed some peace the next day before the boys came after them again.

When Akane entered her room, she put down the armload of clothing, then slipped out of her yukata, standing there nude. She was about to cross over to her dresser when she heard a “Bwee!” and spun around just in time to catch her pet in her arms.

“Oh, P-chan! You're still here! Thank goodness!” She crushed the pleased pig to her bare breasts. “Let me just get something on, and then we can go to bed, okay?” She put the little pig down on her blankets.

Ryoga watched the girl get dressed, practically drooling at the sight. He had secreted the scrap of paper and was ready to put his plans in motion. Tomorrow. He'd sleep in Akane's bed that night as P-chan, and then tomorrow he'd “arrive” as Ryoga. And then both Ranma and Akane would be learning a lesson they'd remember for a long time to come.

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