[Episode 111395] [Episode 111395]Nabiki, the so-called Ice Queen of Narima, was not a happy person. The last three days had been an absolute hell for the young woman. Everytime she found herself within five meters of the pig-tailed martial artist, in both male and female forms, her body chose to betray her. Her nipples, now more sensative than anything she had ever experienced before in her life, would harden up enough that she could have sworn that they would tear through whatever blouse she happened to be wearing. Forget wearing a bra, the feel of her breasts shifting within the tight confines of the material would bring her to her knees in anguish from the sexual frustration. For the same reason, she quit wearing her shorts and panties. Her ultra-sensitive clit felt like it was being tortured with the gentle pressure of the cloth. For that matter, even though she was wearing skirts constantly, she refused to close her legs when she sat down. The pressure from her legs alone would drive her to distraction.
All of this, though, was just the tip of the iceburg so to say. It would take hours for her body to calm down enough for her to act normally from just a few seconds exposure to the young man in question. If she were forced to remain in his presense for any length of time exceeding a minute, she could look forward to half a day of sexual torture.
She quickly discovered that she couldn't stimulate herself directly with her fingers, but the true horror was slowly dawning on her. She frequently found herself rubbing up against different objects in her attempt to achieve release. While doing so would allow her to remain sexually excited, it brought her no closer to the edge she so desperately sought. All it did was to put her in potentially embarrassing situations, like the time during her second day when Kasumi had caught her talking on the telephone while working the cord back and forth between her legs. She knew that she shouldn't do it, but it felt so good that she just couldn't stop once she had started. It was just so bizare how far she would go to obtain her goal.
The previous night, while trying to do homework in her room, she had found herself more than a little frightened to discover that she had been rubbing her crotch against her desk for over an hour instead of concentrating on her school work. She knew that she was close to cracking, but she couldn't think of anything else to do about it even though it was getting to be a pain to constantly carry around sanitary wipes to clean her thighs of her juices, a sometimes continious job.
Surrendering was beginning to look more and more attractive. The only thing holding her back was her belief in the fact that Nabiki Tendo never loses.
- Later that night -
Nabiki was tossing and turning in her bed, whimpers escaping her lips as she tried desperately to ignore the fire between her legs and get some sleep. As such, she never noticed her door slowly open to admit a silent figure before it closed softly. She never noticed the lock to her door slowly close with hardly a sound. She also never noticed when the figure made its way across the room to stand above her frustrated body.
"How ya doin', Nabiki?"
Now THAT, she noticed. The mercenary opened to eyes to see Ranma smirking down at her with his arms crossing over his chest. His traditional outfit had been replaced with black silk, still in the Chinese style, only to be accented with silver borders. Just the sight of him drove her lust even higher. "What did you do to me?" The young woman whimpered, shoving the blanket off of her nude body to lower the sensations her body was experiencing.
"Are you horny, Nabs?" Ranma asked, settling his bulk down on the bed without breaking eye contact.
Nabiki tried to hold her tongue, but the feel of his silken shirt rubbing against her hip ripped a groan from her lips as she thrust her pelvis upwards involuntarily.
"Would you like ta be my slave?" The boy asked quietly, leaning closer to her body and consequently rubbing against her thigh.
The girl whimpered and groaned even as she turned on her side towards her enemy. Her mind was incapable of protesting her actions. All she knew was that rubbing against the male in front of her produced more pleasure than anything else she had used during the last three days. Coming up to a kneeling position, she wrapped her body around his back. Her hands snaked under his arms to gently undo the buttons to his shirt and slipped inside to rub his chest. She was also rubbing her breasts against his back, sighing happily to feel the sensations in her nipples building towards something that she sought so hard for.
Without thought, she nuzzled his ear before taking it within her mouth and nibbling on his earlobe before tracing the entire thing with her tongue. Almost before he could begin to protest, she had his shirt completely off and was plastered to his back once again. Nabiki was delighting in every sensation possible. Her hands tingled as they made passes over his rock hard chest. Her breasts were singing in joy as they rubbed against his body. Her wide spread legs allowed her to rub her sex against his lower back and the feelings from that had her close to the edge, ready to fall over at a moments notice.
"Please." The girl whispered, lowering her mouth to bite and suck on his neck, not stopping her body from writhing over his.
"Please what?" The boy asked calmly, seemingly ignoring what was happening.
"I... I need you." The brown-headed girl begged. "Please, don't leave me like this."
"You know what you have to do, Nabs." Ranma replied, his voice strangely calm and unemotional.
She paused in her efforts for a second before her body made the decision for her. "Please... Master." She whispered desperately, all attempts at resistance now gone. "I need you, Master."
"Lay down on your back." Ranma ordered, amused to see how quickly she obeyed. "Lift your arms over your head."
From his pants pocket, he withdrew a silk scarf. The Ice Queen didn't even question him when he slowly tied her wrists to the headboard of her bed. Everywhere his body rubbed against hers tingled and burned with lust, bringing moans of pleasure from her lips. When her Master produced another scarf and used it to gag her, she lifted her head to assist. She had lost the struggle for her freedom.
She calmly watched as he took off his pants and slid his boxers to the floor. When he climbed up on the bed, she spread her legs wide and brought her knees up to her breasts, exposing her sex for his use. She would do anything to relieve the pressure in her clit.
Her eyes widened upon seeing his member bobbing up and down as he knee walked towards her body. The closer he got, the more lubrication her body produced in preparation for the main event. She stared at it hungrily when he grabbed his staff and pumped it a few times with his hand. Then he touched her vagina with the tip and rubbed it up and down before parting her tender neither lips.
The feel of his member starting its penetration was enough to produce her first orgasm of the night. Only the gag prevented her from waking the house from her wailing shriek. It was only the first of many.
Time became meaningless as the night wore on. She couldn't recall any pain when her hyman was put to rest, the amount of pleasure drowing everything out. Bits and pieces were clear enough for her to remember as her Master plundered her body, sucking and biting her nipples, fondling her rear, and the enslaving pleasure that ten inches of hard meat made as it slammed into her again and again. Whenever she thought that he had finished, finally, he managed to tap into even more energy to keep going.
Upon his final completion, he gently untied both her wrists and mouth. She thought that he was going to leave when he reached over the edge of the bed to dig through his clothes, but that was put to rest when he straighted back up.
"This is my symbol, Nabiki. It tells everyone that you belong to me." Ranma said in a deadly serious tone of voice. Looking at the object in his hand, she reached one finger over to stroke it. The object in question was a black silk choker with an cameo of some sort held in place. Upon closer inspection, the cameo was found to be white ceramic with a red stallion rearing up on its hind legs and striking out with its front ones.
"If someone messes with you, you tell me about it. No one messes with whats mine." Ranma declared as he gently fastened the choker around her neck. "You're allowed to take it off when you take a bath but that's it. You're going to wear this thing at all times. You ain't gonna hide and you ain't gonna be embarrassed at wearing my mark."
Nabiki cuddled up to the man and nodded her head while she placed her face against his chest. "Yes, Master. But what will our fathers say? They're going to try and get us married as soon as they find out." She said while throwing an arm and leg over his body in preparation for sleep.
"Just tell 'em that you're my mistress. If they got a problem with it, I'll just get Mom to speak to 'em about it." Ranma replied, hugging his slave closer to his body and closing his eyes.
"Yes, Master." Slave girl Nabiki replied before falling asleep. Her last conscious thought was that tomorrow they would have to...
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