[Episode 36602] [Episode 36602]When IT was finally over, Tarou took Ranma-chan’s semen stained chin between his fingers and turned her to face him. He stared deep into her horror-filled crystalline blue eyes and smiled. “I think I like him better like this;” he said, “fully aware, hating this with every fiber of his being, and completely helpless to resist.”
As Pantyhose Tarou’s words sunk in the Store Manager blanched, a moment later he dove for a wastebasket and evacuated his stomach. “I didn’t… I thought…” he stammered incoherently.
Tarou and Happosai ignored him. “I think I’m going to have some more fun.” Tarou said.
“Whatever, I just want my nice lil’ slave girl to tuck me in tonight and to work her ass off figuring out new ways to please me.” Happosai replied.
“I’ll try not to tire our little slut out too badly.” Tarou smirked down at their captive.
Happosai gave a negligent wave. “As long as you don’t work her to death she’ll still find the energy for me… once I’ve added a little hot water.”
Tarou took Ranma-chan by the elbow and led her out of the shop. Ranma quietly pulled down the mini-skirt as far as it would go and re-buttoned the tight blouse, he hated the part of himself that was grateful Tarou hadn’t forbidden him that small amount of dignity… yet anyway.
“What to do with you...” Tarou pondered. “How would you like to go to school and show all your pathetic little classmates the real you?”
Ranma couldn’t manage a poker face to save his life. His reaction to that idea was written across his expression with big, bold brush strokes. Tarou chuckled and turned toward Furinkan High. It was almost lunch; he knew there’d be a sizable audience for Ranma’s performance.
As soon as they walked through the gates people turned to stare. Tarou knelt at the top of the front stairs and pulled Ranma-chan down between his knees, her back to his chest. “Lean back, spread your knees and unbutton your shirt.”
Ranma closed his eyes to shut out his classmates’ stares as the collar forced his body to comply. He wasn’t wearing any undergarments, after following Tarou’s orders the hiked skirt and open blouse only emphasized his nakedness. Tarou cupped Ranma-chan’s breasts and began kneading them, he chuckled when he felt Ranma’s nipples harden against his palms. His cock was starting to harden as well. He slid his hand down to Ranma-chan’s stomach and pushed her back against him more firmly. His hand drifted further south, skimming down the top of Ranma’s thigh, only to return running along the inside to her core. Without pause he thrust two fingers deep inside her and twisted them to collect the residue from the day’s earlier encounters.
Tarou pulled his hand out with a loud pop and brought his fingers to her mouth. He smeared the mixture of juices across Ranma-chan’s delicate lips. “Treat it like ice cream.” He ordered and Ranma-chan’s tongue darted out to lick her lips, she leaned forward to suck his fingers into her mouth, thoroughly cleaning them as tears of helpless fury and self-hatred trickled down her cheeks.
“Open your eyes, slut; smile at your eager public. I wonder how many of them will have done you before the day is out.” Tarou laughed.
Ranma stared out at his classmates, it seemed like the whole school was there. Most of the girls looked on with disgust, lust was the predominate emotion among the male crowd. The horde had dispersed long ago, after Kuno’s beating, but they all still went to school at Furinkan and they hadn’t really changed. A few people looked on with sickened pity. They were the ones who knew Ranma well enough to understand that, despite his apparent co-operation in his own degradation, this was still rape. Their pity was worse than the other emotions in it’s own way.
Tarou continued kneading Ranma-chan’s breast, tugging at the nipple, increasing its sensitivity until his ministration were torturous. His other hand delved between her spread thighs, while his fingers plundered her depths, his thumb sought out her clit. “Let your body enjoy this.”
Ranma couldn’t resist any order, no matter how much he wanted to. Soon her body was writhing enthusiastically against Tarou’s, her moans filled the courtyard. She could feel his cock swelling even more against her ass as her unwilling response gave him the lap dance of his life.
“Take over what I’m doing for a moment.” Tarou ordered and Ranma’s hands slid up her body to replace his, massaging her own breast and finger-fucking herself while the school looked on.
Tarou lifted her hips slightly so he could undo the drawstring on his pants then freed his cock. He pulled her back down, forcefully spearing Ranma-chan’s backdoor on his engorged member. Ranma cried out at the painful invasion. “Both hands on your tits, work ‘em hard.” Tarou ordered as his hands gripped her thighs and spread them wider. The change in position tightened her body around his cock and gave their audience a better view of her pussy. He spread her nether lips and delicately ran a fingernail up and down her folds, starting a fire burning there.
Ranma’s mind fought what was happening, but Tarou’s orders had made his body willing and very susceptible to pleasure. At the light touch Ranma-chan gasped. The heat generated surged up her body to mingle with the pain/pleasure coming from her over-stimulated nipples. Her inner muscles relaxed, begging to be filled as Tarou’s fingers teased her entrance. She squirmed on his impaling cock in an attempt to get more, but it wasn’t in the hole her body needed filled. Tarou’s fingers only danced on her flesh, building more and more heat but giving no relief. “Beg.” He whispered, his breath warm against her ear.
Ranma felt a sickening gratitude at that command, a few moments longer and his body’s wanton desire might have forced the words out of him without explicit instructions. At least this way it wasn’t his fault.
“Please, please! Oh kami-sama, master...”
“What do you want?”
“Take me, fill me, make me come! Please master.”
Tarou smirked and thrust his hand into her core. Ranma-chan screamed in pleasure, her powerful muscles clamped down on his member and Tarou roared his satisfaction. Too many members of the audience looked on with hungry eyes.
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