Moxibustion Violation 22

Chapter 22

Daisuke pushed open the gate at the Tendo house, ringing the bell. By the time he and Hiroshi reached the front door it opened in front of them, to reveal Akane's sister Kasumi. “Oh, hello Hiroshi-kun, Daisuke-kun! I guess Ranma called and told you that he's back. I believe he's upstairs, with Akane.” She smiled. “They do seem to be getting on better since he came home a few days ago. Why don't you just go right up?”

“Thanks, Kasumi,” Hiroshi replied shyly. “We'll, uh, just go on up, then.” The two of them took off their shoes and climbed the stairs, while Kasumi walked back down the hall and around the corner.

Upstairs, Daisuke knocked on the door of the guest room where Ranma and his father slept, but received no answer. Opening it cautiously, it was apparent that no one was inside. “Akane's room?” he suggested to Hiroshi questioningly. The other boy answered with a gulp and a nod.

Strolling down the hall, resisting the urge to tiptoe, the two boys entered unknown territory into which they had never before ventured. Although they had visited Ranma here several times, they had certainly never dared approach Akane's bedroom before. At least it was easily identifiable by the nameplate on the door, in the shape of a duck, once they took the time to work out the English letters. Even more nervously than before, Daisuke raised his hand and knocked on the door.

“Yes, Kasumi?” Akane's voice called from inside.

“Um, it's Daisuke. And Hiroshi. We need to talk to Ranma. And you too, I suppose.”

The door swung open, and they found themselves facing Ranma for the first time in weeks. He was glaring at them both blackly, and neither one dared let his gaze wander past to where they could glimpse Akane beyond, sitting on the bed. Their guilty memories of what they had done with her, combined with the expression on Ranma's face, nearly gave them both heart attacks on the spot.

Ranma was curious about why Hiroshi was sporting a black eye, but he didn't let that derail him from his current plan to lay down the law. “You two talked to Michio, haven't you?” They both nodded nervously. Ranma bared his teeth menacingly. “Do I have to explain what'll happen to you if either of you ever hurt Akane?”

They both shook their heads frantically, backing up a step.

Akane sighed. “Ranma, let them in, and shut the door. We need to talk.”

Hiroshi and Daisuke finally entered the room, but they sat down on the floor with their backs to the wall, as far from Akane as they could manage. Both watched in amazement as Ranma not only sat down on the bed beside Akane, but put his arm around her as well. Not only that, but Akane accepted the embrace! To any observer of their previous relationship, it was a shocking sight.

“So what did that bastard Michio tell you?” Ranma asked.

Hiroshi cleared his throat. “That the weakness moxibustion thing, whatever, was used on Akane, too. That she's as weak as you.” He looked toward Akane, who nodded confirmingly. “And that ... is it true, that he, and some other guys, they, uh ... hurt you?”

“They raped me,” Akane said quietly. Both Hiroshi and Daisuke flinched, looking away from her calm but sad face.

“Gods, I'm so sorry,” Hiroshi whispered. “When Michio told us, I ... I wanted to kill him.” His face twisted, and he pointed at his eye. “Not that it did any good. That's how I got this.”

“You tried to fight him?” Ranma asked, impressed in spite of himself. “Jeez, you nut! You're lucky he didn't break you in two.”

Akane smiled at him. “Thank you for trying, but please don't try again. Ranma's right. Michio's much too dangerous. And besides, he, well, he has stuff he can blackmail me with. If you did hurt him, he might use it, and my life could be ruined even worse than now.”

“Michio mentioned that,” Daisuke confirmed. “Something about photographs being put on the internet.”

Akane nodded. “Yes. So please don't give him any reason to do so.”

Hiroshi looked glum. He whispered, “I'm ... I'm sorry, Akane.”

She gave him a gentle smile. “There's no need for you to be sorry, Hiroshi. It's not your fault what they did.”

“That's not what I meant,” he continued whispering. “I finally figured out. That first time. You really couldn't stop me. Because of this weakness thing. I ... I ...” He couldn't go on, especially because of the withering scowl Ranma was giving him.

Akane sighed and said, “That was as much my fault as it was yours. I should have trusted you enough to tell you the truth. And Ranma already knows about it and has agreed to forgive you.” She faced down her fiancé until the mutinous expression finally left his face. Turning back to Hiroshi, she finished with, “So let's not hear any more about it.”

Daisuke decided to get back to the original topic. “Michio, well, he said he wanted us to, uh, join, in um, ...” At that point his courage failed, and he found himself unable to even express what Michio wanted them to do, let alone propose going along with it because they might be able to help.

Akane appeared puzzled. “Yes, we know he wants you to join their gang. To,” a distasteful expression crossed her face, “play with us. Use us. Rape us. Whenever they want.”

Hiroshi spoke hoarsely because his mouth was so dry. “What do you want us to do?”

“Do?” Ranma repeated, also puzzled. “What do you mean? Are you asking us what you should do to us?”

“No,” Hiroshi explained, speaking a little more easily, waving his hands. “Not what I meant. Do you want us to refuse? Tell Michio to go to hell?”

Ranma looked enlightened. “You'd do that? Give up the chance to ... well, you know?” He smirked. “Those may be the smartest words to ever come out of your mouth.”

Akane slapped Ranma on the shoulder. “Stop scaring them,” she told him in a quelling manner. Then she turned back to the two boys. “No, we don't want you to refuse, despite any hints this baka is dropping. The truth is, I maneuvered Michio into asking the two of you. Because you're friends. If you say no, he'll pick a couple of other guys, and whoever it is is bound to be worse. I'd much rather it was the two of you than someone else.”

Daisuke gathered his courage, now that he knew Akane wanted them to participate. “We were thinking, Hiroshi and me, that, uh, if we did, you know, do this, we might be able to, maybe, help.” Seeing the blank looks sent his way, he tried again. “You know, maybe we could find out something about these photographs. Where they keep them. Or, well, anything that might be useful.”

An unpleasant grin spread across Ranma's mouth. “So you're saying you'd be like our spies? That you'd be working undercover for us.” He slowly nodded. “I like it. You'll have to be careful. If they catch on, it could be bad. But if you pull it off ...” His grin became more feral. “I just might forgive you for what you're gonna be doing.”

Both Hiroshi and Daisuke swallowed, hard. Hiroshi said plaintively, “We'll do our best.”

Akane appeared to be deep in thought. Finally she looked up and said, “Ranma's right. You'll have to be careful they don't catch on. More importantly, you have to get them to trust you. Even though you're the new guys. That means they have to believe you're one of them. Uh, two of them.”

“What do you mean?” Ranma asked her, echoing the thought in the heads of the other two boys.

“What I mean is, they have to act like the others,” Akane explained. “Not as nasty, maybe, but, um, imaginative. It would help if they could impress them a little. Which isn't going to be easy for Daisuke. Frankly, he was pretty lousy in bed.” She ignored the boy's spluttering. “It wouldn't do Hiroshi any harm to try a bit harder as well. Maybe some extra training? We'll have to think about that.”

All three boys were staring at Akane as if she'd grown an extra head. She went on speaking, warming to her theme. “Yeah. They'll need to do some things to make Michio sit up and take notice. Things that'll make him slap them on the back. We'll probably all have to put our heads together to come up with ideas.” She surreptitiously pressed her thighs together. “We might want to do some research online for bondage techniques. We might have to take a few risks as well, things where we might get caught. We'll be careful, of course, but the idea is to impress the other assholes.”

“You, uh, sure about this?” Ranma squeaked nervously. He was picturing some of what she was setting him up for, as well as herself.

“Yes, I'm sure,” Akane said with determination. She looked closely at her fiancé, noting his nervousness. “And I think the first thing we need to be sure of is, can you go through with this? Can you really let Hiroshi and Daisuke do these things to you?” She looked over at the other two boys, “For that matter, do they have the balls to treat you that way, knowing that if this works, you'll be free to take revenge on the people who deserve it?”

She continued looking back and forth between them. She nodded firmly. “I think we'd better find out. Ranma, please go get some water and change.”

Ranma's expression was appalled. “You want me to ... let them do that ... now?”

“Yes,” Akane confirmed. “If either you or they can't, then we'd better know before they try to do something to us in front of the rest of those bastards. Come on, Ranma, it can't possibly be worse than what we've already been through.”

“But ... but ... but ...” stammered Ranma.

Akane regarded him sternly. Then she let her eyes go soft and imploring, giving him a look that he couldn't possibly refuse. “Don't you want this to work?” she asked him, hope hanging on her words.

Ranma closed his eyes, but her image remained in his memory. “I ... guess,” he admitted, very reluctantly.

Akane stood, holding his hand, pulling him to his feet as well. Gently she gave him a push toward the door. Ranma whimpered, but continued walking, refusing to look at either of the stunned faces sitting by the wall. He opened the door, hesitated one last time as if facing his doom, then stepped through.

“Do you really want us to do this?” Hiroshi asked, disbelieving.

“Yes,” Akane answered unquestioningly. “We'll have to be quiet though. We don't want Kasumi to know what's happening. So nothing that will make the bedsprings squeak. No spanking either, which is a shame, because I'd prefer to make sure you could both do that to her. I'll have to think of something else for now, and you can spank her some other time.”

Both Hiroshi and Daisuke were staring at her as if she had vanished and been replaced by some Akane-shaped stranger. Neither of the boys said anything else, too busy trying to deal with the images running through their heads. They did look up, however, at the squeak of the door hinges, to see an extremely nervous looking redhead slipping into the bedroom.

Akane walked over to stand in front of Ranma, taking the other girl's hands in hers. Softly she asked, “This is it. Are you sure you can do this? Can you let Hiroshi and Daisuke treat you like molesters? Because that's the only way this is going to work.”

Ranma took a deep breath, looked her friends over worriedly, then faced Akane one more time. She nodded, then said, “Yeah. Whatever it takes. It don't matter what happens to me, but I'll do what I have to to get you outa this mess.”

Akane returned the nod. Facing Hiroshi, she said commandingly, “Move away from the wall. Sit in the middle of the floor, okay?” To Ranma she added. “Take off your clothes. All of them. Then sit on Hiroshi's lap, with your legs on either side of him.”

Hiroshi swallowed visibly, while Daisuke stared hungrily in Ranma's direction. Ranma hesitated briefly, as if contemplating whether she really could go through with this. When she opened her shirt, Hiroshi pointed and asked, “What's that?”

Ranma looked down. She'd forgotten about the writing on her chest. Scowling at the memory, she looked back up and replied, “Those jerks made us write all this shit on ourselves. Me and Akane both. If you know what's good for you, you won't say anything about it. Understand?”

Both of the boys nodded nervously. Ranma continued pulling off her clothing, one article at a time, letting them drop from her fingers into a pile on the floor. She did her best to ignore the eyes traversing her flesh, reading the words inscribed there. When she was completely naked, she lowered herself to sit on Hiroshi's lap, facing him, her legs wrapped around his body. Once in that position, both Ranma and Hiroshi were very much aware that Ranma's pussy was spread open in front of the boy's crotch, and her nipples were almost brushing against his chest.

“All right, Hiroshi,” Akane said. “Let's start easy. Order Ranma to grind herself against you. And make it crude.”

Hiroshi looked into Ranma's eyes. The expression he saw there wasn't making it any easier to follow Akane's suggestions. Stammering more than a little, he ordered, “Gr-Grind y-yourself against m-me. N-N-Now!”

Ranma slid forward and started tentatively rubbing herself against the boy's pants. Akane sighed in exasperation.

“For God's sake, Hiroshi!” the dark-haired girl exclaimed. “Is that how you think a rapist acts? Say it like you mean it! Call her a slut! Grab her ass and shove her against you! Now try it again, and don't be such a wimp.”

Hiroshi closed his eyes and fought for mental balance. He tried to forget that this was Ranma. He tried to imagine that he was with some submissive girl, who wanted him to order her around. He sought for the personality he'd been cultivating with Akane, back when he thought she wanted to be treated that way.

Taking a deep breath, Hiroshi tried again. “You call that grinding, slut! Shove that pussy up against me!” Grabbing Ranma's ass with both hands, he didn't wait for her to obey but yanked her forward. “Now, uh, grind for real, or I'll make you wish you had!”

Ranma gave him a look, but took hold of his shoulders and pressed herself against him. She slid herself forcefully up and down along the ridge at the front of his pants. Hiroshi groaned at the sensation.

“Better,” Akane stated, nodding, with real pleasure in her voice. After letting this go on for a minute, she proclaimed, “Time to prove you can hurt her. Take hold of her nipples and pinch them. Hard. Ranma, let him know if he isn't pinching hard enough.”

Ranma gave her a quick, startled glance. “You expect me to tell him if he ain't hurting me enough?”

“Of course,” Akane replied matter-of-factly. “The whole idea here is for these two to make sure they can really do this, and for you to make sure you can let them. If you don't go as far as you'll have to when the others are around, then you haven't proven anything.”

Ranma sighed as only one who had put up with far too much crazy training in her life could. She growled low to Hiroshi, “Go ahead.” Closing her eyes, she waited for the boy to begin.

Hiroshi licked his lips, then reached up and took hold of Ranma's nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Trying to ignore the red-haired pussy rubbing along his dick through his pants, and not wanting Akane to call him a wimp again, he pinched hard.

Ranma gave another sigh. “Hiroshi, old pal. Try to remember, I've trained all my life as a martial artist. I shrug off punches and kicks and barely feel 'em. You're gonna have to squeeze harder than that! C'mon. I've seen you in gym. I know you can do this.”

Hiroshi breathed in and out, then quietly said, “All right.” He applied more pressure.

Ranma shook her head. “I guess Akane was right when she called you a wimp.”

Hiroshi looked up from her tits to glare into her eyes. Without saying anything further he squeezed harder. A lot harder.

Ranma grunted. “Yeah. Uhhh ... that's more like it. Shit!” She bit her lower lip.

“Good!” Akane complimented. “Now twist them.”

The red-haired girl had time to cast a wide-eyed glance at her fiancée before she yelped. Closing her eyes once more, she concentrated on enduring what was happening.

“Keep that up for a while,” Akane said decisively. Looking over at the other boy, who was watching the scene enviously, she said, “As for you, you definitely need practice. But first we have to make sure you don't go off too fast. Get your clothes off and sit on the side of the bed.”

“Uh ... okay,” Daisuke said, slightly offended but too nervous to say anything about it.

Hurriedly yanking off his clothes, hopping awkwardly as he pulled the pants off while standing up, the boy disrobed as ordered and sat down. He felt a little embarrassed to be nude in front of Akane and his friend Hiroshi, both of whom were still fully dressed, but he was determined to go through with this. Especially if he might get to do something like Hiroshi was doing. He watched with growing happiness as Akane knelt in front of him and lowered her head toward his lap.

Daisuke's own head fell back in ecstasy as her lips slid down along his hard shaft. The feel of her tongue on its underside, and her mouth moving up and down along it, had him moaning instantly in pleasure. He tried to hold back but it was useless. Within seconds he exploded noisily, dumping his load down her throat.

“Well, that didn't take long,” Akane noted sarcastically, rising and wiping the back of her hand across her lips. Looking behind her, she commented, “You might let go from time to time and nibble on them with your teeth a bit. Then pinch again. Oh, and get out of your clothes. Let Ranma feel herself pressing against your cock without anything in between. But don't fuck her yet.”

When Hiroshi let go and lifted her to her feet, Ranma attempted to pull herself together. She tried not to look at the damp stain she had left on the front of the boy's slacks. She forcefully reminded her pussy that it did not want to be fucked, that she was only doing this because it was necessary.

Meanwhile, Akane was also pulling off her clothes, so that minutes later all four teens were naked. Stepping up to Daisuke again, she placed a hand on his shoulder and ordered, “Lie down. Like I said, you need practice. And maybe what you need is for someone else to do the work, until you get the idea.” With that she straddled him, taking his prick in her hand and sinking herself down onto it. Akane gave herself over once again to the pleasure of being filled with a hard cock.

Moving herself slowly up and down, Akane told Daisuke to match her rhythm. Every time he started moving too fast or otherwise got out of rhythm, she growled menacingly at him. Soon he was quaking in fright, concentrating so hard on matching her rhythm correctly he was barely able to stay hard. Except that every time he began to soften, Akane's pussy somehow squeezed him in such a mind-blowing manner that he instantly stiffened again.

Looking over at the other pair, Akane saw Ranma's face twisting in real pain. Seeing as how they had both proven that the one could truly inflict pain and the other could take it, she decided it was time for them to move on. “Okay, Hiroshi, ease up. You can go ahead and screw her now. Remember, you're making her do this. Try to stay in charge.”

“Hey, how come I can't be in charge?” Daisuke complained.

“You have other lessons to learn first,” Akane told him. “And if you don't get your ass moving again, I'm not going to let you practice on Ranma at all!”

Gulping, Daisuke quickly started flexing his hips again, but carefully, making sure he didn't go too fast.

After torturing Ranma's tits so much, Hiroshi was feeling more comfortable with the idea of telling Ranma what to do. Picking her up under the arms, he positioned her dripping slit right over his upright staff. Grinning, he asked, “Ready?”

Ranma, who by now was horny as hell, could only lick her lips and nod, resigning herself to her fate. She gasped and moaned as the cock spread her pussy wide, feeling it pressed into her depths as Hiroshi let her settle down fully upon it.

“Okay, bitch, get moving,” Hiroshi demanded. “Fuck yourself on my cock.”

Ranma closed her eyes, telling herself one more time that this was the whole purpose. To be sure Hiroshi could make her do such things, just like the boy was doing, and to be sure that she could let him. She wrapped her legs around him more firmly, took a more secure grip on his shoulders, then used her leg and arm muscles to slowly raise and lower her body. First sliding up his shaft until only the head was still inside her, then lowering herself all the way back down, over and over and over again. Moaning helplessly the entire time.

Back on the bed, Akane was lowering herself when Daisuke suddenly stiffened. He groaned as she watched through pursed lips, and seconds later some of his cum leaked out of her, pooling around the base of his dick. Clipping off the words, she asked, “Did I say you could come yet?”

Daisuke opened his eyes, fear showing in them. Fear that she was going to refuse to let him screw Ranma. “I'm sorry!” he begged. “I held out as long as I could!”

“You must not jack off enough,” Akane told him witheringly.

“Hey! I jack off plenty!” the boy responded hotly. Then his face grew red. “I mean, of course I don't! I mean ...” He trailed off uncertainly.

Akane climbed off him with a look of disgust, before walking over to the head of the bed. She pulled out a tissue and wiped herself clean. Without looking behind her, she said, “Get yourself cleaned up. And watch Hiroshi. Maybe you'll learn something.”

After letting Ranma screw herself on him for a few more minutes, Hiroshi lifted himself up, his arms behind the girl to hold her against him. Turning to the side, he lay her down on the bed, her ass right at the edge. Kneeling on the floor between her legs, Hiroshi pumped himself vigorously in and out of her cunt. After a couple of minutes of this Ranma cried out in ecstasy, shudders passing over her entire body. Seconds later Hiroshi grunted and thrust himself all the way in, then held himself still.

“Excellent!” Akane applauded lightly. Ranma opened her eyes to look at Akane, snorted, then closed her eyes again. Hiroshi withdrew himself carefully, taking the tissues Akane handed him, first wiping Ranma clean, then himself.

“Time to swap places,” Akane announced. “Daisuke, I want you to do everything to Ranma that Hiroshi just did. Try to remember that you're the one in charge. You probably won't be able to pinch as hard as Hiroshi, but Ranma's nipples will already be pretty sensitive, so you shouldn't need to.” She ignored the wince on Ranma's face.

“As for you,” Akane said more quietly to Hiroshi, “I expect you could use some practice butt fucking. Have you ever done it before?”

Hiroshi shook his head mutely.

“Okay, just let me get myself ready.” Her eyes casually swept over her red-haired fiancé settling herself in Daisuke's lap. Getting out the lubricant, Akane quickly prepared her rear opening. She then pulled her box of weights out from the wall, placed a pillow on top of it, then lay face down across them. She reached back to take hold of her cheeks, spreading them apart. Hiroshi stood there reading the words written across her ass, as much of an invitation as the way she was holding herself open.

Turning her head to look at the wide-eyed Hiroshi, Akane said, “Stop looking goofy. Remember, you're supposed to impress the other guys. Now kneel behind me. Take it slow, don't just ram it in. Keep going till you're all the way in. Then try for a nice steady rhythm. The other guys sometimes get a bit rough, but let's try to take it easy this time.”

Hiroshi nodded at her instructions, positioning himself behind her, and placing the head of his cock against her glistening anus. Repeating over and over again inside his head that he couldn't believe he was doing this, he pushed forward, gradually increasing the pressure until her sphincter gave way and he was inside. He then continued to push forward, watching in fascination as his cock disappeared up her rear passage.

Neither of them paid much attention to Ranma and Daisuke, the latter of whom gave up on torturing her nipples in less than half the time that Hiroshi had spent on it. Eager to move on to the humping, he told Ranma to start screwing herself on him the way that she had on Hiroshi. Ranma shook her head but obeyed. After about a minute, Daisuke started trying to lift them both up, desperate to fuck Ranma from above, but with a groan fell back sitting on the floor. He helplessly felt himself coming again, disappointed that he hadn't had a chance to do everything he'd wanted.

Ranma gave him a long look before lifting herself off. She went to clean up, refusing to look toward Hiroshi and Akane. Daisuke felt no such qualms, staring raptly, a line of drool emerging from the corner of his mouth and sliding down his chin.

Akane had surrendered herself fully to the pleasure. She was soon thrusting her ass back against its invader, whimpering in both pain and pleasure. Her motions became stronger, and it was all Hiroshi could do to keep up with her. Unable to hold back, the boy gripped the flesh of her hips, filling her bowels with cum as he shouted, “Yes!” On feeling and hearing this, Akane's own orgasm finally burst forth, filling the room with her glad cries, muffled slightly by Hiroshi's hand as he suddenly remembered Kasumi's presence in the house.

The two rose wearily and cleaned themselves up. Looking around at the embarrassed faces, Akane remarked, “I suppose we can't do much more today, huh? You guys probably need time to recover.”

Daisuke and Hiroshi both nodded their heads, without looking her in the face.

Akane's expression grew determined. “All right. But we'll need to do this again soon. You guys aren't ready to put on a convincing act yet. We'll get in touch as soon as we have another opportunity. Or ... Hiroshi, you live alone with your mom, don't you? Good. Give us a call if you're going to be at home alone. We'll meet at your house. There'll be a lot less danger of being caught there.”

“If you say so,” Hiroshi responded. Looking Ranma's way, he asked, “Are you still okay with this?”

Ranma gave a mighty sigh, but then nodded. “Yeah. I can't say I like it, but I still think it's a chance we need to take. And like Akane said earlier, it's better than the alternatives. So, yeah. Yeah.” She sighed and whispered one more time. “Yeah.”

It would have been nice if everyone could have just disappeared to their separate destinations at that point. But instead, all four of them silently — and with much embarrassment — pulled on their discarded clothing. When every button was finally in place once more, Hiroshi and Daisuke mumbled quiet good-byes and left. As soon as the door shut behind them, Akane stepped over to Ranma and took the redhead in her arms, hugging her tightly.

Having no wish to lug his backpack all over the city, Ryoga deposited it on the rooftop of a hotel he passed, retaining only his infamous umbrella. Consulting the address from time to time, and reveling in his ability to find his way around, the boy leisurely made his way to Michio's house. Of course, he had no way of knowing that at the same moment Hiroshi and Daisuke were on their way over to the Tendos' house and Michio himself was on his way back home. What he did know was that while he was standing outside the gate mentally preparing himself for what lay ahead, a boy walked up and asked, “What do you want?”

Ryoga turned slowly to regard the guy who had spoken. Tall and beefy, he nonetheless moved with the grace of a martial artist. The guy presumably had some connection with this household to speak like that, so ... “You Michio Yuzuki?” he asked calmly.

“Yeah,” Michio replied with a sneer, looking disdainfully up and down the ill-kempt guy in front of him. “Who're you? Wait ... aren't you that Ryoga guy? The one who's always fighting with Ranma?”

Ryoga nodded. “That's me,” he said cheerfully. “You asked what I want? I want to talk to you. About some photographs. Of Akane Tendo.”

Michio backed up a step, suddenly worried. After all, this was a guy who could go toe-to-toe with Ranma, back when Ranma had his strength. Under his breath, he muttered, “I'm going to make that bitch wish she was dead.”

It wasn't muttered quietly enough. Before he could react the umbrella slammed into his chest. Michio went flying through the air, a flight which ended when he crashed into a mailbox half a block down the street. He landed in a heap, his back on fire, but managed to jump instantly to his feet again. He settled into a ready stance, prepared for the fight of his life.

It did him absolutely no good. Michio had a split second to see that Ryoga was already right in front of him, before he was sent flying down the street again. This time he fended off the lamppost just before smashing into it face first, at the cost of a massive bruise along his forearm. Spinning around, he was just in time to see the foot coming at him. Then he was soaring over a fence, to land with a gasp of agony in the construction site on the other side. His dazed eyes saw the underside of a pair of shoes falling toward him, and he whimpered in fear, sure that he was about to die.

Ryoga landed beside the trembling boy, an evil grin plastered on his face. He took a look around, nodding in satisfaction. It was a Sunday, and no one was here to work on the building under construction. With the fence around the area, it provided an excellent location for a private chat.

Ryoga leaned down and grabbed the front of Michio's shirt, hauling him up effortlessly. Michio's eyes were filled with terror, and he managed to whisper, “Please! Don't kill me!”

Ryoga laughed, but the sound provided no comfort to the other boy. “You're going to do everything I say, right? 'Cause if you ever do anything I don't approve of, I'll break every fucking bone in your body. Just like this.” With that he grabbed Michio's finger and snapped it like a toothpick, forcing a howl from the boy's throat.

“Anything,” he begged. “I'll do anything you say. I promise!”

Ryoga nodded. “Smart move. Now we're going to collect all of those photographs. Starting with that cousin of yours in Kobe. Well, I suppose we'll really start by getting that finger of yours taken care of. Then you and I are gonna get on the train to Kobe. Remember, you got a lot of bones. Don't piss me off, unless you want me to work my way through 'em one at a time.”

An hour spent in the emergency room resulted in a cast on Michio's hand. Then the pair headed over to the train station, one of them whistling, the other under a cloud of deep gloom. Ryoga used a debit card to pay both of their fares, then the two settled back in comfortable seats on the express train for the trip down to Kobe.

Michio spent the trip down trying to think of some way to lose Ryoga in the city to which they were headed, or at least to avoid taking him to his cousin's apartment. In the end he could come up with nothing, and in his fear led him directly to the place.

Standing in front of the door, Ryoga gave the unhappy guy beside him a smile and said, “I'll knock.” His arm thrust out, his open palm striking the door. With the sound of splintering wood, the door was ripped off its hinges and went flying across the room.

A young man sitting in the room rose to his feet, his face turning red. “What the hell d'you think you're doing?” he demanded hotly.

Ryoga's balled fist slammed into his stomach, causing him to fold over and vomit onto the pristine carpet. When he finished retching, Ryoga announced, “Michio here sent you some photos for safekeeping. I want them. Now. If you don't give me all of them, if you keep even one, I swear to God I'll be back and I'll rip your fucking head off your fucking shoulders. Got that?”

Still on hands and knees, the man looked up in fear and nodded. After taking a few more seconds to get his breathing back under control, he scrambled to his feet and hurried over to a desk. He pulled a CD out of a drawer, and held it out, his hand trembling. “This is the only copy. I swear!”

Ryoga took the CD and slipped it inside his shirt. He eyed the computer askance. This guy was a little far away to keep an eye on — best not to take chances. His hand smashed through the CPU case while the guy behind him screamed. Ryoga pulled the hard drive out of the wreckage and crushed it in one hand. Then he pulled the other CDs out of the drawer where the one in his shirt had lain, smashing each of them one by one. When he was done, he patted the woebegone man on the shoulder and commented, “Just a thought, but in future, if I was you, I'd avoid accepting gifts from cousin Michio.” Pushing Michio in front of him, they stepped over the remains of the front door and left the apartment.

Michio was as silent on the train trip back as he had been earlier on the train down. They arrived in Nerima late that afternoon. Leaving the station, Ryoga gave his next orders. “We're heading back to your house now. If your parents are home, introduce me as a friend. Don't make me threaten them as well. Make up some excuse about your hand, and say I helped get you to the hospital. Then you're going to give me your copies of the photos, and you're going to call all the other members of your gang and tell them to come over, and bring their copies with them. Play it smart, and I won't have to hurt anyone else.”

Michio was desperately trying to think of how to get out of this. There seemed no hope except to go along with Ryoga's orders. Or at least, to seem to. If he was careful, he might be able to keep one of his copies of the photos, and hold them for a later day when he would make that Tendo bitch pay for this. Allowing nothing of these thoughts to show on his face, his expression containing only fear, Michio nodded his obedience.

His parents were indeed home, and his mother fussed over the finger he'd broken. Apparently he'd been trespassing in a construction site and some debris had fallen on his hand. His father had scolded him for that, and both parents thanked Ryoga for helping their son. Michio told them some other friends would be coming over, and the two boys went up to his room.

Michio turned over two CDs he said had his copies of the photographs. Ryoga had already noted the boy didn't have his own computer, and hoped he wasn't dumb enough to keep copies on the family computer. Then Michio got on the telephone and called each of the other six boys, informing them that Akane had done something dumb, and they needed to get over to his house right away, bringing all of the evidence with them. With Ryoga standing nearby watching him, he was careful to say nothing suspicious to any of the others.

The boys arrived individually. As each one entered the bedroom, Ryoga reached around the door, grabbed him by his shirt, and hauled him inside. With the unfortunate boy dangling in front of him, Ryoga would hiss, “Don't say a word. Stay quiet, give me the photos, and maybe I won't break your goddamned neck.” They all handed the photos over, after which Ryoga shoved them to the opposite side of the room to join the others.

By the time they all arrived, Ryoga had amassed quite a collection of CDs. Plus one flash drive, and one external hard drive. Plus one set of printed photographs, which he examined with considerable interest. He especially liked the ones showing Akane being held wide open, forced to display everything to the camera. When questioned about the printouts, Takeo explained that their computer was in the kitchen, and he almost never got a chance to use it privately without his mother hovering nearby. But he liked to be able to look at the pictures whenever he wanted.

Ryoga took his time looking over the group of boys in front of him. They all knew who he was, and were all doing their best not to look terrified. Only their best wasn't very good. He almost laughed in their faces, but restrained himself to a grin.

“I suppose you're all worried that I'm going to rip you limb from limb,” he remarked casually. A couple of the gang members nodded nervously.

Ryoga snorted. “Well I'm not. Not unless you do something else to make me unhappy. I'd really, really advise you not to make me unhappy. As for Ranma and Akane though ...”

He fell silent, looking off into the distance. He was glad that Jikiru hadn't managed to resume control yet, and the printed photographs Takeo had brought had only reinforced his current personality. Looking back at the boys, Ryoga grinned again, but there was nothing pleasant about it. “Ranma and Akane have managed to thoroughly, and I mean thoroughly, piss me off. And I intend to make them pay for it.”

Ryoga pulled out a couple of the CDs and held them up. “Not like this though. I don't like it, and there's too much risk that some idiot will leak one of these pictures and ruin everything. So I'm going to destroy these. But I've got something else, something I can hold over both of them. Trust me, both Ranma and Akane will do anything I say. And it suits my plans just fine to let the lot of you keep playing with them. Just so long as you realize who the boss is.”

Katsuo could barely gasp out the question. “You ... You mean ... you're going to let us keep screwing them?”

Ryoga nodded. “Screwing them, and everything else you've been doing. Just so long as you follow any rules I give you. Don't fuck with me, or I'll beat the shit out of you, and then I'll cut you off. You won't get to play with them any more.”

Katsuo sagged bonelessly, bumping his head against the wall in the process. A few seconds ago, he'd almost wet his pants, he'd been so scared. Now, it looked like he hadn't lost anything! He almost giggled in relief.

“So what is this hold you got over them?” Michio asked suspiciously, feeling extremely ungrateful for this usurpation of his power.

“None of your business,” Ryoga told them. “All you got to know is that they'll do anything to avoid making me angry. I'm going to tell them they still have to do what you say. Believe me, they'll do it. If they don't, you tell me, and I promise they'll regret it.”

Ryoga held up two fingers. “Two rules. For now. Number one — I'm the boss. They're my playthings before they're yours. Don't forget it. Number two — no more photographs. None. Break that rule and I'll break your camera, then I'll break you. Any questions?”

“What about the schedule we worked out?” Tanjiro asked.

“Somebody give me a copy. I'll make any adjustments I want to make, but mostly, you can reckon on continuing to follow something like it.”

Hikaru licked his dry lips, but managed to speak up. “What about when school starts back up? Any, uh, restrictions?”

Ryoga stared at him blankly for a moment. He hadn't given any thought to school, or letting Ranma and Akane out of his control for most of the day, every weekday. He postponed any decision by saying, “That's not for a couple of weeks, right? I'll let you know what I want before it starts up again.”

Michio had no particular desire to ask Ryoga anything, but still felt compelled to point out, “I invited two other guys to join our group this morning. Hiroshi Saito and Daisuke Matsuda. They're both friends of Ranma, but I think they'll enjoy screwing her anyway. They haven't given me an answer yet, though.”

“You give them a copy of the photographs?” Ryoga asked in return.

Michio shook his head. “That's why I didn't invite them over for this, um, discussion. That and the fact they haven't officially joined yet. They have both screwed Akane, though.”

Ryoga nodded. “No problem then. If they don't want to join, leave them alone. Unless they make trouble, then let me know. If they tell you they do want to join, let them in on how things are now. Tell them I'll want to talk to them, when I get a chance.” He paused, looking thoughtful. “Nobody else though. Don't ask anyone else to join without talking to me first. That decision is mine to make.”

Michio managed to suppress the growl which tried to force itself out. Seeing that there were no other questions, Ryoga said, “I'll see you guys later, then. Try to stay out of trouble, and no playing with my toys today. I need to break the latest news to them.” He gave everyone a wave and left the room.

Michio held up a hand to prevent any conversation. He listened for the front door to close, then left the room and watched out a window as Ryoga walked down the street. Turning around, he slowly stomped back to his room, fuming as he went.

Outside, Ryoga hopped a wall. Finding a small pond in the yard, he broke through the thin ice on its surface, and dipped his head into the water, changing into a pig. Slipping out of his entangling clothing, he immediately ran back up the street.

Michio's mother heard something banging on the door and opened it, startled to find a little black pig on her stoop. It was looking up at her with a soulful, imploring expression. Her lips melted into a smile, and she said, “Why, whose little pet are you? Would you like to come in out of the cold for a few minutes?”

Ryoga nodded his head up and down. When she stepped aside, he darted past her legs and disappeared down the hall. The woman yelped and went looking for the little piggy, wondering where he had gotten off to.

Where he had gotten off to was up the stairs, crouched with his little ear against the crack at the bottom of Michio's bedroom door. He could clearly hear Michio talking to the others.

“That bastard thinks he's in charge! Well, I suppose he is — for the moment, at least.”

“Damn straight,” another voice said. “Ain't no way I'm gonna cross him. Sorry Michio, but he's a hell of a lot more dangerous than you.”

Michio snarled. “All right. All right. I get the point. But he won't be around forever. Hell, he never seems to stay more than a couple weeks. And after he's gone, I plan to make our little Akane-chan pay for blabbing to him! I'm going to make her do things she never imagined, and after I'm done with her, I'm going to stick those pictures all over the fucking internet!”

“But that Ryoga guy has all the pictures now!” someone said.

“No he don't,” Michio told them triumphantly. “I still got a set on this flash drive here. Are you telling me that all you pussies really gave him every copy you had?”

There was some general foot shuffling, and one boy said, “I kept a copy. I didn't know what you were up to, but I wanted to make sure I still had them to look at.”

“Good for you, Kaori,” Michio congratulated the one who had spoken. “Any of you others? No?” He sighed. “Doesn't matter. One set is all we need. We lay low for now. We do like this Ryoga guy says. After he disappears, then we get even. And after we've used those two sluts every way we can, and published Akane's pictures, we'll let every guy at school in on her secret. She's gonna be the sorriest cunt that ever lived for what she did.”

The meeting broke up after that. The door opened and Raiden fell in the hall outside. Looking down at what tripped him, everyone saw a small black pig pick itself up and shake itself off. With an air of affronted dignity, it turned and trotted down the stairs. A woman's voice below exclaimed, “Oh, there you are! Where did you get off to?”

“What the hell?” Michio wondered, puzzled. Then he shrugged. He saw the others to the door, barely paying attention as the piglet slipped outside with them. Then he headed back up to his room, plotting revenge.

Ryoga, in pig form, followed the boy named Kaori until he entered a yard. Listening carefully, he heard him greet someone with, “Hi mom.” After that, Ryoga hurried back to where he had left his clothes, stopping along the way at a food vendor's cart to trip someone carrying a cup of coffee. The naked boy took off running, so fast that he knew he was only a blur to most people, and in any case intrigued by the thought of flashing the women he passed.

Dressed once again, Ryoga jumped to the roof of Michio's house. Hanging by one hand from the eave, he pulled up on the boy's window, breaking the latch in the process. He slipped inside just as Michio was spinning around. The boy's nascent shout was cut off as Ryoga's hand clamped around his throat.

“What ... What'd I do?” Michio managed to grunt in a whisper as his face changed color.

“I warned you,” Ryoga whispered menacingly. He casually reached down and broke another of Michio's fingers, clamping hard with his other hand to cut off the following scream. Leaning close, he whispered fiercely, “Where's the flash drive with the rest of the photographs? And if you hold out on me this time, I really will kill you.”

Michio nearly fainted, although he told himself it was due to lack of air. He figured one of the other guys must have confessed, and vowed to find out which one and teach the bastard a lesson. But in the meantime, there was the little problem of avoiding being strangled, or having any other bones broken.

Michio pointed. “Th-There ... on th- ... the desk.”

Ryoga looked and nodded. Dragging the other boy with him, he picked up the flash drive and slipped it inside his shirt. “I'm going to check it,” he informed Michio. “I don't have to tell you what I'll do to you if you're lying again, do I?”

Michio tried to shake his head. Unable to move it, he croaked out, “N-No.”

“Good,” Ryoga whispered. “This is your last chance. Remember, I don't really need you.” With that he squeezed even harder, watching terror fill Michio's eyes until they went dark. He let the unconscious boy drop to the floor.

“Go ahead and sleep it off,” Ryoga whispered, “while I go deal with your friend Kaori.” He jumped out the window, then took off at a run. He couldn't be sure how long before Michio would wake back up, and didn't want him to have any chance to warn the other idiot.

The scene at Kaori's house was almost identical, barring Ryoga's need to determine which window belonged to the boy's bedroom before forcing his way in. A few minutes after entering, he left with the CD containing the last set of photographs. In the room behind him lay an unconscious boy with a broken finger.

Returning to the rooftop where he'd left his pack, Ryoga pulled out all of the items he'd collected from the boys. He gradually crushed the CDs, flash drives and hard drive into dust. He picked up the photographs Takeo had printed out, examining them once more. His cock grew hard as he examined the photograph showing Akane's virgin blood leaking out around the prick embedded within her. He decided to keep this last set for himself. Not in his pack though — that wasn't safe enough. Tomorrow he'd take them to his bank deposit box, the place where he kept little treasures he'd picked up, that he didn't want his parents to know about and didn't want to risk losing on the road.

Looking around himself, Ryoga realized that night was falling. It was a bit late to take care of the next stage of his plan at the Tendo's. Tomorrow morning would do for that, after his visit to the bank. He sighed in contentment. Life was looking good right now. He'd jump back down to the street and find a place to get himself something to eat. At the same time he'd keep his eyes open for a willing girl with whom to spend the night. Then tomorrow he'd be back at the Tendo's, to disabuse Ranma and Akane of any notion that they wouldn't be seeing him for a while. Nope. They were going to be seeing plenty of him in the weeks to come.

Hikaru examined the photographs on his computer. He'd seen no reason to mention them to Michio, just like he'd seen no reason to bring all of his copies when Michio had called. The idea that Ryoga might find out was frightening, but not unbearably. After all, Hikaru had no intention of ever showing these to anybody, let alone publishing them. They were for his own private pleasure. So it was extremely unlikely Ryoga would ever learn of their existence. Making sure that everything on the hard drive was deleted, he carefully taped the flash drive to the underside of his desk, behind the drawer.

The arrival of Ryoga was certainly a surprise, but on the whole, not an unpleasant one, Hikaru decided. He didn't give off quite the same sense of evil that Michio did. He'd have to wait and see how things developed of course, but there was more hope now than before. Without the photographs, Michio and the others would no longer be able to impose control, if this Ryoga ever decided to move on. And in the meantime, it seemed like nothing was going to change much. The careful training of Akane, and Ranma, could continue as before.

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