[Episode 97650] [Episode 97650]The sun was setting over the Bayankala mountains as another day came to an end. A small black-haired figure jogging though its wilderness took note of the growing twilight and began looking for a suitable place to camp.
She was Shan Pu, warrior of the Joketsuzoku, and she was returning home.
It had not been a long trip, merely escorting a traveling merchant to the safety of the next village, but it was an important duty nonetheless. Few enough merchants passed through as it was, and many of those that did come through were little better than thieves. So when an honest and fair merchant did turn up, efforts were made to ease his journey in hopes he would be willing to return.
Shan Pu had been honored to be chosen for the task, but she knew why many of the other warriors had recommended her for it. The annual tournament was fast approaching, and she was favored to win. Her rivals no doubt hoped that she would be late in returning, or at least that the journey would prevent her from keeping up with her training. Fools.
Thus far, the journey had passed without incident. The merchant had been safely delivered and Shan Pu was putting the return journey to good use, turning the trip into a rigorous training exercise that leave her in top shape for the competitions. More, out here away from the village, she could practice her moves without being observed. Her rivals would have been better off having her remain in the village where they could have kept track of her progress. They would be in for a surprise.
She was about to stop near an inviting stand of trees when her attention was caught by the flicker of a campfire in the distance. Immediately she became alert. Few people traveled in this remote region, and many who did so had reasons to avoid the Chinese authorities. She needed to find out if these people were a threat to the village.
Hiding her pack near a tree, Shan Pu cautiously crept up to the campsite. The deepening gloom served her well as she got close enough to observe the group and eavesdrop on their conversation.
There seemed to be only a handful, although it was hard to tell with the shadows of night closing in. She could see four shapes around the campfire, but unfortunately couldn’t make out any details. Also, she soon realized that they were talking entirely in Japanese! Shan Pu knew a bit of that tongue, but she was by no means fluent in it and found she could only catch pieces of the conversation.
“…go and find… …Pop…”
Ah, one of them is male. Young. Moves like a fighter.
“…Genma Saotome? Do you really… …Snorelass… didn’t care for…”
And that’s a female. Something’s off about her, but what?
“Never met the… all that bad. Anyway… …see Kasumi?”
Another female. Doesn’t move like a fighter. Too mousey.
“…hunting, Raine… ..Don’t carry enough… …fighting form.”
The male again.
“Is… …safe out there?... …really dark…”
A third female. Blonde. Moves are kind of clumsy.
“Rei is… …as well. Now, I guess its time… …in my tent… …need it all sooner or later. Usagi?”
The guy again.
“Yes, Master!”
Shan Pu went dead still. As the blonde moved past the fire she clearly saw a collar around her neck. Now the girl collected an ominous selection of chains and straps and things Shan Pu couldn’t name and followed the guy into a tent. Any doubts about what might be occurring were soon eliminated. Taking advantage of the covering noise, Shan Pu carefully withdrew from the camp.
Slavers! Many were the tales told in the village about those who sought to capture young boys and girls and sell them in the big cities. Although none had been seen in her lifetime, all the young village warriors knew the tales. This guy already had three girls and it sounded like there were others out there hunting for more! She had to stop this and free those girls!
Calming herself, she analyzed the situation. If she struck tonight, she might be able to take out that one guy before the others returned. Then she could free the girls and find out how many she was up against. If it were only one or two, she could ambush them when the came back. If more, she would bring the girls to the village and get reinforcements.
With renewed confidence, she checked her weapons and slowly moved back toward the camp.
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It took a lot to wake Ranma Saotome.
His father had spent years attacking him in his sleep, training him to such a point that Ranma no longer even needed to be conscious to dodge and counterattack. However, over the course of the past year, Ranma had discovered the need to at least partially wake. His tendency to equate taming sessions with martial arts training had led to an unexpected result that his girls had quickly learned to take advantage of. So he had trained himself to at least wake up enough to know what was going on.
The sight of Shampoo attacking him was unexpected, but not enough to rattle him to full wakefulness. She seemed quite upset, which confused him. Struggling to get his brain in gear he tried to think. He had been sure it was Usagi’s turn. Was it actually Shampoo’s night? Maybe, but he still would not have expected such an extreme reaction.
Ranma easily dodging the next blow. Too easily. Things started clicking in place in Ranma’s head. Shampoo wasn’t using her full skill or anything even close to her true strength. It wasn’t hard to guess her true goal.
“Well. You’re acting naughty. I guess you need to be punished, Shampoo.”
Shampoo froze for a moment when he said her name, and Ranma immediately took advantage of the offered opening. With a sudden blow to the stomach he knocked her air from her. As she gasped for breath he quickly disarmed her (taking care that the still-sleeping Usagi wasn’t hit). Moments later he had her stripped and in her restraint harness, helpless before him.
Shampoo was still playing her game. As soon as she got her breath back she cut loose with a stream of what could only be Amazon-chan curses. Still, it was obvious she was where she wanted to be. Her ‘efforts’ to free herself barely put any strain on the harness. Although those efforts did increase once he started spanking her.
Ranma was as careful as he always was with his girls. He would never forgive himself if he truly harmed one of them, but he had long ago learned that his girls had a number of kinks. Shampoo liked to be spanked. Not always, and usually it would be a light, playful spanking, but every once in a while, Shampoo would goad Ranma into giving her had really thorough bottom-warming. This seemed to be one of those times.
And for once, Ranma was completely willing to oblige. No matter what the provocation, attacking in his tent like that -with real weapons- deserved punishment. Usagi could have been hurt! He would need to give her a real talking to in the morning.
So Ranma felt the need to keep it up, even as the curses turned to tears and sobbing. Those couldn’t be real anyway, it took far more that a dozen or so minutes of spanking to really punish an Amazon-chan.
“Ranma?”
Ranma’s looked up at the group of girls curiously poking their heads into the tent. Much to his surprise, one of them had a very familiar purple mane.
The confused Amazon-chan looked back at Ranma and pointed at the black-haired girl with the now cherry-red bottom currently locked in her restraint harness.
“Who that?”
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