[Episode 124636] [Episode 124636]The smirk on Nabiki’s face turned to puzzlement as she felt no responding sense of warmth flooding through her. She lifted Ranma’s seal from against the red-heads mottled ass and stared at what was under it. Other than the welts from her switching, Ranma’s firm rear was unblemished by any sign of the mark Nabiki’s own posterior carried as testimony to her enslavement to Ranma. The mark that vanished every time Ranma changed form.
The adrenaline rush that had sustained her through her encounter with Ranma-chan subsided and the chill gut twisting of slave withdrawal reasserted itself. Tears trickled from under Nabiki’s clenched eyelids as she forced herself to her feet and stumbled to the washroom.
Ranma slumped over the head of the bed, lost in the afterglow of her powerful release her breath coming in soft pants. A sudden wash of hot water over her back that also soaked the bedding stopped that. Ranma, once again male, suddenly felt a whole lot less relaxed and happy. His eyes flew open and anger flared. “Na-bi-ki!” he growled.
The leather bonds, as much symbolic as actual restraints, faired poorly against Ranma’s male muscles and motivated anger. He lifted himself up off the footboard of the bed and tugged hard. With four snaps he was free. Free to turn and advance on Nabiki who was simply standing in the middle of the floor, a pitcher dangling from one hand, her eyes closed and her face upraised as if basking in sunlight.
None of the hesitation and confusion that handicapped him when he was female slowed Ranma’s actions, he took firm hold of Nabiki by the back of her neck and gave her a gentle, if firm shake. “What the hell did you think you were doing!?” he demanded. “I’m the master here. You’re the slave. And that’s the way it’s going to stay.”
Nabiki eyes were open, and she glared at Ranma. “I hear lots of talk, but not much action, Saotome. At least I tried to fix the problem. What are you going to do, pretend it isn’t happening?”
Guilt caused Ranma’s face to flush, but did not lessen his intention to punish his willful and wayward slave in the least. “That is something I will fix,” He growled. “That’s what a master does. A slave does what her master orders, or what she knows her master wants. And if she doesn’t, it’s the master’s job to teach her better.” Using his hand on her neck Ranma marched Nabiki over to the end of the bed opposite the large wet spot her hot water had left behind. He sat down and pulled Nabiki over his lap.
“I’d like to say I’m sorry to have to do this, Nabiki,” Ranma said as he raised his hand and brought it down hard on her upturned rear. “But I’m not.” His hand rose and fell again, landing with a loud clap as he cupped his hand to fully impact on Nabiki’s pert rear.
Nabiki cried out at the force of the blow, and as her spanking continued, tears ran down her cheeks. Her body wriggled on Ranma’s legs as it tried to escape Ranma’s punishing blows, her ass cheeks clenching tightly together in a defensive gesture that did nothing to lessen the sting of her spanking.
But even as sobs started to make upper body shudder, a sense of satisfaction and pleasure infused her body. Her master was taking charge, controlling her and punishing her, and she was helpless to do anything to prevent it. Ranma’s strength and will overwhelmed her own and the sense that she was truly his property overwhelmed any feelings of resentment at his treatment. The feel of Ranma’s cock swelling and pressing against the side of her belly gave her desire a focus and as Ranma’s hand moved up and down she was filled with anticipation of what might follow her punishment.
The spanking lasted a good three minutes, in which time Ranma landed dozens of hard blows on Nabiki’s ass. When he at last stopped Nabiki was sobbing with deep gasping breaths. Satisfied that he had punished his slave enough and proven his willingness to do so, he decided it was time to exercise his other prerogative as Nabiki’s master. Ranma rubbed his hard hand over her sore rear and pressed his fingers down between her legs. Nabiki meekly spread herself and allowed him access to her inner core and his fingers found her more than ready to accept them into her excited flesh.
“You are such a slut, Nabiki,” Ranma growled as he pumped his fingers in and out of her slot. “Well?” he questioned pulling his hand free and delivering a spank to her sore bottom. “Answer me.”
Nabiki gave a gasp and said. “Yes, Master. I’m a slut.”
“No, not just a slut,” Ranma said, giving her another hard spank.
“Your slut! Master!” Nabiki cried out.
“And don’t your forget it again, slut,” Ranma said as he returned his fingers to Nabiki’s needy sex. He found her engorged clitoris and lightly pinched it, drawing a startled gasp from Nabiki. He then resumed plunging his calloused fingers into her soaking twat. At the same time he reached under her with his free hand and cupped one of her hanging breasts. He roughly kneaded the soft flesh with his strong fingers rolling her erect nipple between two of his fingers.
Nabiki gave little moans and gasps as Ranma played with her body and her face was soon flushed as red as her bottom and it was plainly clear that she was on the verge of a powerful orgasm. Which was when Ranma pulled his hand free from between her legs and gave her another half dozen hard swats with his hand.
Pain from her abused bottom joined with the pleasurable need between her legs and left Nabiki giving inarticulate cries that begged Ranma to please let her finish.
“Not yet, slut,” Ranma said. He eased her off his legs and lowered her to a kneeling position in front of him. “Show me some respect, and maybe I’ll think about letting you cum.” Nabiki reached her hands out toward his erection, and he swatted them aside. “Don’t use your hands!” he ordered.
Nabiki looked up at him, her eyes large a moist. She placed her hands behind her back, and then lowered her face and leaned forward, opening her mouth wide to capture the head of Ranma’s cock between her lips. He cruelly flexed his pelvis muscles, forcing her to fight for her balance as she tried to capture the darting tip of Ranma’s penis. She kept missing and her cheeks were soon glistening with Ranma’s pre-cum as the tip of his cock kept brushing against them.
“You have a lot to learn,” Ranma at last growled. Taking hold of Nabiki’s head and winding his fingers into her hair, he firmly held her still while he gripped his cock with his other hand and steered it toward her mouth.
Nabiki closed her eyes and savored the taste and texture of Ranma’s member as his flesh filled her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down as Ranma removed his hand from her hair. Soon his engorged meat was wet with her saliva and a froth was forming around her lips as they slid back and forth over his slick flesh.
Ranma gave Nabiki no warning and she was caught by surprise when he suddenly pulsed inside her mouth and an instant later a flood of sperm shot forth, flooding her taste buds all the more intensely with his essence. She sucked and swallowed, and drank down his offering but was given no chance to savor his gift. She was pulled to her feet and laid back over his lap for another spanking. Sperm dribbled from her lips as she once again cried from his stinging blows.
Again Ranma’s fingers sought out Nabiki’s sex, and again brought her to near climax as he slowly hardened against her belly.
“Are you ever going to try and make my girl side a slave again?” Ranma asked as Nabiki panted with the need for release.
“No!” she gasped out.
“Why don’t I believe you, Nabiki?” Ranma asked. He gave her nipple a hard pinch.
“Ahhhhh!” Nabiki cried out, caught between the fingers in her cunt, and the hand punishing her breast, her mind a fog of need and submission. She struggled for an answer to Ranma’s question. “Because I’m a liar, Master?” she finally replied.
“That’s right, slave. I can never really trust you. So what will I do with you?”
“Use me, master?” Nabiki asked and begged at the same time.
Ranma paused in his molestation. “A good answer. I don’t’ need to trust you to use you. Do I?”
“No, master.”
“Well, then, I guess that is the answer.” Ranma released Nabiki’s breast and pulled his fingers free of her sex. Taking hold of her waist, he easily lifted her in the air and positioned her over his refreshed erection, her back to him. “Put it in!” He ordered.
Nabiki fumbled between her legs for Ranma’s cock, and directed his hardness at her soft inner core. Ranma eased her down and she gasped as he parted her outer folds and pressed into her. She gave a shocked gasp as Ranma pulled her down hard and sank himself to the balls in her accepting flesh.
“ahhhhhhhh,” Ranma sighed in pleasure as he felt Nabiki wrap around him. He left her sitting empaled on his spike, her sore bottom pressed against his thighs. Reaching around her body he took hold of her firm breasts and squeezed and twisted them as he slowly rocked his body, stirring his cock inside her.
Letting go of one breast Ranma ran his hand down his slave’s belly. Nabiki’s legs were splayed wide on either side of his legs and her distended cunt was stretched wide around his manhood. Ranma had easy assess to her vulnerable nerves and as his manhood flexed inside her he rubbed her erect clit with two fingers. The slippery little nub sent waves of intense pleasure through Nabiki’s body, and when Ranma captured it between his two fingers and pinched, she gave a shrill scream as she at last experienced an orgasm.
Ranma held tight to Nabiki as she shuddered around his manhood, her inner flesh massaging him. Once she finished her orgasm, he picked her up, easing her off of his erection and drawing a muffled protest from her.
“Quiet,” he ordered Nabiki. He gave her a swat on her rear, merging the pain from her sore bottom with the pleasure of her recent orgasm. Ranma turned in place an lowered Nabiki to the bed, and followed after. He moved between her legs and found her opening with the tip of his cock. He eased into her, drawing a gasp from his slave. He worked his hands under her thighs and lifted, hooking her legs over his shoulders. And then he fucked her.
Nabiki was like a rag doll as Ranma’s powerful hips rose and fell driving his manhood to the balls with each stroke and then drawing out till the tip nearly emerged from her cunt. Hard and fast he took her, not holding back. Another orgasm shattered Nabiki’s last grasp on rational thought and she was lost to anything but the feel of Ranma moving between her legs, his hardness forcing aside her soft flesh to invade her inner being again and again.
For a good fifteen minutes Ranma battered at Nabiki, using all the tricks his counterpart had left him to stave off his own release. Only when Nabiki’s eyes glazed over and he knew she was moments away from sinking into darkness did he release the reigns on his own release and exploded deep in her belly, filling her with his sperm. Nabiki clenched around him one final time before she succumbed to the overwhelming sensation and fell into darkness.
Sometime later Ranma lay spooned against Nabiki, her abused ass pressed into his groin. He had stripped the bed of its wet bedding and had laid both he and Nabiki down on one of the futons intended for a slave who was not sharing her master’s bed. He kissed her lightly on the neck, and whispered. “Somehow I will find an answer, Nabiki. I will do anything to keep you from hurting from my curse. Anything. I promise.”
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