[Episode 70537] [Episode 70537]He felt, for a brief moment, the grit of volcanic sand and rock beneath his feet, shifting as he paddled his way through the cold salt water. One kick, and the undersea ridge was behind him, his clawed toes touching nothing but ocean deeps once more. Still, it was a good sign; the ocean floor grew shallower under him with every kick. The Japan Trench lay far behind him now, and the land under the sea rose steadily up towards the Japanese shores.
Then, down in the depths, thirty stories down, his foot again found the sand and rock. This time it was not merely a ridge on the ocean floor, but the floor itself; his swimming became a walk, feet pushing firmly against the slowly rising seabed. Only minutes remained, and then his claws would rend the horror man had taken from his island into bits, stomp on the remains, and then cleanse it all with atomic fire.
If he had time, he'd also renew his membership with Greenpeace while he was in town...
Akane and Ukyo both groaned when they found that the new staircase would only allow them up one floor before it, too, was blocked off; not by a blast door, but by the natural termination of the staircase. Above the fortieth floor, Casa Kuno narrowed to smaller floors for the elite luxury suites that the Tendo girls stayed in, and the penthouses on the very highest floor. Only one stairwell led up and down from these floors... one next to the elevator shafts, at the midpoint of the building.
Both Ukyo and Akane noted that the hallway they entered was shorter than the one below; a large area at each end had been blocked off to conceal the boulders which had rolled down on them. Thankfully, the rocks in -this- end of the hall remained in place, the triggers destroyed by the release of the other boulders. More importantly, no guide-track wall trim appeared in this hallway to warn of more boulders, and no red-tile lintels hung over doorways to conceal dart guns.
All in all, the girls thought, it looked completely safe, and thus they were almost totally surprised when the ceiling above them dropped.
Ukyo, battle spatula in hand, went to her knees and grounded the butt of the baker's peel, pointing the blade upwards to stop the tile's rapid descent. Akane, seeing Ukyo move, dropped into a perfect baseball slide, picking up a case of carpet burn as she slid past the far edge of the fallen section of tile... tile, she noticed, backed by very thick steel lowered by a hydraulic press.
The spatula's shaft began to bend, and Ukyo tried to pull her primary weapon out, her body oriented to fall backwards out of harm's way. Akane, without even a moment of hesitation, grabbed Ukyo by the feet and yanked hard, pulling the chef out of harm's way just as the butt of the spatula punched through the floor. Ukyo's fingers just missed being crushed, or possibly amputated, under the edge of the massive metal weight.
"Damn, that was close," Akane gasped, crawling backwards along the floor and rubbing the red slot on her leg. Again, there hadn't been time to be afraid, not even time for the adrenaline to kick in; just barely enough time to act, and she had acted. Now she wanted to lie down and rest, oh, for about a month. She actually felt more tired, at the moment, than she did when she regained her body from Hulk-chan.
"That was my last baker's peel," Ukyo grumbled, looking at the massive crushing press and the hydraulics which, even now, pressed it harder and harder against the hall floor. "Dammit, that bitch is going to pay for this."
Akane pushed herself to her feet, trying to shake off the fatigue. If this is what Ranma has to go through whenever he rescues me, then I am never, ever going to take him for granted again. "Come on," she said, setting a brisk pace to the elevator and stairwell doors, "the sooner we face her, the sooner we get your new spatula paid for."
An instant later a blast shield dropped behind Akane like a guillotine, sealing her off from Ukyo. "Hey!!" she shouted, turning around and beating at the metal. "Ukyo! You all right?"
"I'm fine," Ukyo shouted, the metal barrier muffling the sound almost completely. "Keep going! I'll find another way up!"
"You're trapped behind a metal door and you're going to find another way up?" Akane waited for a response, but heard nothing. "Ukyo! Ukyo, where are you!!" No answer. "Dammit, SAY something!" Akane's shouts, and her hammering on the metal wall, produced nothing but ringing echoes, and then silence.
Alone. Akane had to face Kodachi alone.
bam bam whoosh "(Sons of a cowardly oxherrrrrd...!!)"
Well, alone except for a Juggy-naut who seemed busy falling somewhere behind the walls.
Akane stood and thought for several long seconds. Could she go forward and battle Kodachi- and her traps, gimmicks, and other cheats- alone? Could Ranma-chan break free herself and deal with Kodachi? Hell, what were those two doing up there? Maybe Kodachi had found some hot water. Maybe that two-timing Ranma was really making out with Kodachi, and laughing his head off at...
No. Not even Akane could believe that, not under the circumstances. If Ukyo had been the kidnapper, or Shampoo, or someone else, Akane could envision Ranma having all sorts of extracurricular fun with them... but Kodachi was just too much of a homicidal fruitcake for Akane to envision Ranma doing anything other than escaping...
In reality, Ranma-chan was too scared to think of escaping, or much of anything else. Those damn vines were moving faster, now, and Ranma-chan found it impossible to stay still with the tickling, creeping, and crushing growths winding around and around, the nubs on the ends sniffing closer and closer to her bare crotch. The vines around her arms had flirted with her armpits for a minute or two of uncontrollable giggles, then moved on; they brushed now against the edges of her breasts.
They seek out warm, wet, tight spots... to plant their seed... Ranma-chan did not like the thought of becoming planting soil for some strange weed. She didn't like it at ALL. She liked it rather less than she liked math class, and considering how much torture algebra was for Ranma Saotome, that thought deserved special notice. She didn't want any part of it... but she didn't have any ideas. Ideas tended to shrivel up in her head, where they had to share space with multiple images of vines here, vines over here, and especially vines down THERE.
Ranma-chan didn't even bother making the distinction between vines and tentacles anymore. It didn't help.
Ranma-chan wriggled her hips slightly to keep the curling tip of the vine away from its intended final target. The vine responded to the movement by growing faster, and Ranma gasped as one vinetip began sliding under her right breast, moving quickly now that it had found a warm, snug place. Images flooded Ranma-chan's mind, all evil, most including blood and gore that only a filmmaker on the level of Sam Peckinpah would have considered in good taste.
With all rational thought flooded out by fear, Ranma did the only thing she could; she bent her head down and bit the vine, digging her teeth in as hard as she could. The woody stem resisted her bite, but the vine tip responded at once, writhing back like a snake out from under her breast...
... and as Ranma-chan's eyes widened with terror, the end of the vine split, and the vine screamed, a little mouth with rows of tiny little white teeth opening wide to keen its outrage at Ranma's assault.
Even as Ranma-chan spit out the vine, the other vine tips split open as well, adding their own wails to the first. The big bulb on the wall across the room writhed even more frantically, and the very tip split open, bright red visible among the green sepals that still, just barely, held the bud closed. From the bulb emerged a thin smoke, glittering for a moment in the air, then vanishing as it dissolved through the penthouse living room's athmosphere.
A moment later, Ranma-chan smelled something new in the air... something sweet, yet deep and musky, sort of like that brown sugar Kasumi bought that was imported from Canada, or like... like...
With an electric shock Ranma-chan felt a warm shock run through her body. Her nipples hardened almost immediately, the skin of her auroleae tightening almost painfully as the little nubs rose from her breast. Between her legs, she could feel a stickiness building rapidly, and she felt something just within her working against her efforts to keep certain muscles flexed closed.
Aphrodesiac. A really, really, REALLY strong one. Ranma watched as those vine tips ceased screaming and began mewling quietly, resuming their blind search for a hospitable spot on Ranma-chan's body. The slow motion of the vines against her skin began to feel different... no longer constricting or itching, but... stroking... rubbing... in ways that felt... felt...
Oh no. Oh no. Oh no no no no no no no NO NO...
Akane stilled her imaginings. I can't afford to get myself worked up, she thought. The only way I can be sure that Ranma is safe is if I keep control. I have to keep focused and get moving... fast. She stepped over to the elevator and, out of habit, pushed the button.
"What am I doing?" she muttered. "The elevator's broken. Sabotaged. Kuno rode it to the bottom of the-"
The doors opened up. Thick jointed cables made of jointed steel rings shot out of the chamber beyond, wrapping around Akane's wrists and ankles and gripping them painfully tight. An instant later they jerked back, and Akane squealed as she was borne off her feet, through the air, into the elevator. The doors closed behind her, dropping her into utter darkness.
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