Sex slave Nabiki: crystal radio?? (LEMON) [Episode 135884]

by T.H. Tiger

Nabiki was annoyed at herself. She should have expected that Saotome would dash off like that. He did everything that way. Rushed right in. Mind you, she thought with some affection, sometimes that wasn’t a bad thing. Not that there was likely to be much of that sort of rushing in during the next few weeks.

Nabiki frowned at that thought. For someone who had been a virgin not all that long ago, she had gotten used to regular sex pretty quickly, and the thought of going without for as long as it took Ranma to get his male side back was not a happy one. Oh, sure, there was Ranma-chan, and with her withdrawal symptoms cured Nabiki was sure they could manage much better sex than they had the night before. But that would still be miles away from what even bad sex with Ranma-kun was like.

More than a little of the pleasure she got from being with Ranma was the knowledge that she was his property, and he was using her as such. Unlike the boys she used to lead around by their balls, while draining their pocketbooks, Ranma wouldn’t put up with any teasing on her part. He’s simply take what he wanted, and give her what she really wanted at the same time.

Ranma-chan on the other hand . . . was a wimp. Where Ranma-kun was confident and in control, she was uncertain and fumbling. Last night for instance, while Nabiki’s withdrawal symptoms had not helped, the sex could have been a lot better if Ranma had been willing to put half the aggressiveness into her actions that she used as a guy.

Nabiki sighed and held up the crystal that had caused this. It dangled by its chain in front of her eyes. A pretty thing, but nothing special to look at really. She lowered it into the palm of her hand, letting the fine chain puddle around it. It lay there doing nothing for a moment, and then it started to purr, just like it had before.

“It must be vibrating,” Nabiki murmured. “And the sound is simply air being agitated by that.” She pinched it between two fingers and thought she could detect a slight trembling, but she couldn’t be sure.

“What I need is something a touch more sensitive,” Nabiki said, curiosity tinging her voice. She lifted it toward her mouth, intending to touch it with the tip of her tongue, but then paused.

“hmmmm, where have you been?” she asked rhetorically. She held the crystal an inch away from her mouth, considering it. “Maybe someplace sensitive, but not so delicate.” Cupping a hand under a breast, she lifted the globe as she moved the crystal toward her nipple. Nabiki knew from her times with Ranma that they were very sensitive, but also able to stand a fair amount of abuse. Babies chewed on them for heavens sake.

“ohhhhhh,” Nabiki eyes widened in surprise. “Definitely vibrating,” she purred as her nipple hardened into a nearly inch long spike. She held the crystal against her sensitive bud for a moment, but the subtle vibration proved to intense a sensation to stand for long. She pulled it away and went back to staring at it, as if she could understand it, if she only looked long enough. Her nipple continued to tingle with sensation even after she removed the crystal. Her eyes were taking on a detached look as she stared into the depths of the crystal. It seemed to be bottomless, corridors and facets going on for ever and ever and ever . . .

“I wonder if this thing can grow,” she murmured. The crystal’s vibration changed slightly.

“No, I’m not a pervert,” Nabiki said in a conversational tone. “Just hard up. Thanks to you.” The crystal’s vibration modulated. Nabiki eyes were closed at this point and her chest lifted and fell in a slow gentle rhythm. Her voice when she spoke was conversational, as if she were speaking to a casual friend over a cup of tea.

“What did you do!? What a bloody stupid question. You neutered my master. How can I be a perfect sex slave slut if I don’t have a master to make use of the slutty part? I should complain to the magical wish bureau. Isn’t their some rule about screwing with another magic users granted wish?”

“Well, there should be,” Nabiki groused.

“No, I’m not happy darn it. I just told you I’m not getting any.”

“What do you mean, any what? Sex, fucking, making the beast with two backs, fornication . . . need I go on?” The crystal in Nabiki’s hand turned a light pink hue.

“Don’t give me that. You’re made of stone. Some of us are not so lucky.”

“Don’t give me that. She only asked, you’re the one who did it. And I bet she never said, I want to castrate Nabiki’s master by trapping her as a girl. Did she?”

“Oh, she did think the castrating part . . . well, she was annoyed, and had bad information.”

“Ok, I admit, you are stuck with what the person carrying you knows. Well, I’m carrying you now, and I’m telling you to fix this.”

“No, I don’t think Ranma is better as a girl. I want him to be a him again. In fact, I want him to be a him all the time.”

“What do you mean no!?”


Link’s shoulders and arms had been secured firmly to the top of Shampoo’s desk. Her legs had then been drawn back and over her body so that her knees were on either side of her head and her ass was pointing more or less straight up in the air. As the crowning touch, a large candle had been inserted in her rectum. The flame flickered from the wick, glistening on the pool of hot wax that surrounded it. Link needed to stay perfectly still, or the liquid wax would escape from the hollow melted in the top of the candle and slid down the sides. The fact that her ass and cunt were generously decorated with hardened wax showed how hard it was for her to keep still. Any opinion Link might have had on her predicament was dammed up by the large red ball-gag forcing her jaw open to a near painful extent. Her sex gave some clues to her feeling on the matter, however. Her labia were engorged with blood and spread open revealing the glistening pink flesh of her oyster. The small dimple that marked the entrance to her vagina pulsed as Link squeezed her pelvic muscles in a slow pulsing rhythm. Her eyes were closed and her face flushed with arousal.

Shampoo was currently making a big show of doing her paper work by the light the candle in Link’s ass gave off. A strangled squawk from Link caused her to look up and watch as a tendril of hot wax flowed across previous deposits on Link’s pussy. “Stay still, slut. I’m trying to work here,” Shampoo ordered her.

One problem with watching your identical twin being molested by a sadistic amazon princess was that it was way to easy to imagine yourself in the very same situation. Or so Pink had discovered over the months she and Link had been Shampoo’s subordinates.

The Amazon’s had no female slaves. But they had lots and lots of subordinates, who were expected to obey the orders of their superiors without question.

Pink sweated as she watched Link moaning on Shampoo’s desk, the candle in her ass quivering slightly as Link found it impossible to hold still. “Don’t worry, Link, we will have our revenge on the bitch,” Pink softly swore. Her actions told a much different story than her words, however.

Pink had slid forward in her seat so that her bottom was just barely supported on the edge of her chair. She had slipped her pants downward, just far enough that she could reach her sex. The tips of her fingers buffed the top of her pussy, every now and then dipping lower to pick up some moisture. She was wondering if she could slip her other hand down the back of her pants far enough to stick a finger in her ass when she noticed the monitoring crystal glowing.

“Squad leader!” she cried out in surprise, and lost her precarious balance. She slid off her chair as it scooted backward away from her. She ended up in the well of her desk. There was a thump as her head hit the underside of the desk as she tried to crawl out from under it while pulling up her pants at the same time.

Shampoo had been amusing herself by pushing at the candle in Link’s ass with her riding crop. Just enough to let drops of hot wax drip down onto Link’s upturned loins. Pink’s cry caused her to jerk, and all the liquid wax on the top of the candle spilled over all at once. Fortunately for Link the splash washed over her ass, and not her more sensitive and delicate cunt. It was still a nasty surprise, and all Link needed to push her masochistic little body over the edge. Her body bucked as her orgasm washed over her. Normally that would have earned her a stern lecture on coming before being told she could, accompanied by a severe lashing.

For once, however, Shampoo was too distracted to think about doing nasty things to her subordinates. Her eyes were locked on the monitoring crystal. For the first time since she’d been given this make work job, it was reacting. Glowing a faint pale blue. Shampoo reached for her phone without looking, and touched flesh. She glanced down bemused, as if she couldn’t figure out why Pink was there. Then she remembered that she’d stuck her communicator in the desk drawer so its crystal eyes could not happen to see anything if her superiors called her. While the rare devices were a real status symbol, Shampoo would have just as soon done without.

You didn’t have the option of blocking out viewing when it was your boss calling.

Shampoo fumbled in her drawer, pulling out and tossing away a variety of sex toys and leather goods before she finally located the matt black flat crystal display.

“Wait!” A voice cried out.

Shampoo glanced up, surprised that the docile and obedient Link should be giving her an order. That was more something the bound and chastised Pink was likely to do. Her eyes glowered in annoyance, but she couldn’t maintain it. She was going to be a hero. The radiant look of joy was a marked contrast to her usual expression of haughty pride. That may have made Link a little more confident in her actions.

“Squad leader. Do you really want one of your rivals to get the glory from this.”

“What are you talking about?” an exultant Shampoo demanded. “I just found the missing royal signet. I’m going to the palace.” Her eyes gleamed with anticipation of all the perks that would be coming her way. An office all to herself. With all the bells and whistles. And a staff of dozens to test the soundproofing on.

“Squad leader,” Pink said respectfully. “Do you think you’re sister princesses will allow you to take credit for this.” Pink’s heart was beating like a trip hammer. Fate had handed her the means to gain revenge on the bitch, but only if she acted quickly.

Shampoo frowned, her joy dampened by Pink’s words. While she was a princess, that title was shared by every single Amazon who could trace their linage back to the original village from which their empire had sprung six hundred years before. What with attrition from wars and challenge fights that number was not as high as it might have been, but there were still five thousand, two hundred and six women who could claim the title. Four thousand and fifty five of those had seniority on Shampoo. And a more back biting, maneuvering for power, bunch of bitches could not be imagined. Ever since the last Amazon queen had vanished, along with her signet, in the last war of expansion, there had been no true ruler of the Amazon’s. No woman could hold the crown without the authority granted by being the bearer of the signet. Anyone unworthy for the role, meaning they were not a pure blooded Amazon, would be struck down by lighting, turned to ashes in an instant. The lack of a ruler had been kept secret, but of course all true Amazon’s were aware of the situation. And each had spent the last fifty years maneuvering to be in position to seize the throne when the signet was recovered.

It was one reason why the monitoring station was so badly manned. Political maneuvering had created a bureaucratic morass that worked against anyone with real power having charge of the office. It was even rumored that the bureaucrats did not wish the signet to be found. A true queen might have been a threat to their little empires. Even many of the princesses were not adverse to the signet staying lost. It was no threat to them. Only a true Amazon could wield it. Only one Amazon could be queen, but hundreds could share the power if that position was vacant.

Shampoo had cleverly wormed her way into being in charge of the monitoring station by making everyone think she was a hedonistic pervert with no thought beyond her own pleasure. Her own great-grandmother had complimented her on being so clever. Funny, Shampoo hadn’t even realized she was tricking everyone till Cologne pointed it out to her. It just went to show how clever she was. But now her cleverness was going to be wasted. As soon as she reported the situation dozens of high ranking Amazon’s would be vying to mount an expedition to recover the lost signet. It was one thing to ignore it while it was lost, but none of them could afford to let a rival recover it. Shampoo was in a quandary. What was she going to do? She could see her private office and hordes of subordinates, disappearing in the distance. A tear trickled down her cheek. It wasn’t fair.

“Damn it,” Shampoo swore. She turned and lashed out with her crop. Leaving a welt across the back of Link’s thighs. The bound girl cried out in mingled pain and pleasure. “You’re right, Link. Those bitches will deny me my just reward.”

“You’re right. They’ll steal your glory right out from under you,” Pink agreed, a smile of conspiracy on her face, even as her mind yelled out. I’m Pink you stupid bitch. Get it right!

Shampoo paced back and forth. She could call her Great-grandmother. She shook her head. No, that wouldn’t do. Cologne was fifth in line for the throne. Her office would be wall to wall spies and listening devices. She might as well send a courier message to every one of her sister princesses.

“It too bad we can’t go and get the signet ourselves,” Pink said casually. Her heart in her mouth.

“Yes, too bad,” Shampoo said in a distracted voice A second later, her head snapped up. “What did you say?”

“That it was too bad we couldn’t get it ourselves?”

“Of course. I’m a genius! I’ll go and get the signet, and no one will be able to deny me my dream office . . .. Shampoo’s eyes widened. What was she thinking. She could be queen!!!

“We’ll do it!” she yelled. She gestured toward the bound Link and ordered Pink, “Get that stupid slut untied, we’re going to Japan.” Shampoo snatched the detector from its support field and dashed out of the room. She had arrangements to make.

A few minutes later Link was untied, and easing herself carefully off the top of the desk. “What are you doing, Pink?” she asked. “You can’t be serious about going to the barbarian lands. You know what they do to nice girls like us.”

Pink waved away her objections with a derisive expression.. “Propaganda. Do you really believe they cook women instead of animals for their food?”

“Well . . .” Link trailed off, a look of uncertainty on her face.

“This is our chance for revenge!” Pink said fiercely. She grabbed her sister by the shoulders and gave her a good shake. “I’ve done some checking. Do you know how much the barbarians will pay for an Amazon princess? We go to Japan with her. We betray her at the first chance we get, and live easy for the rest of our lives. She’ll never lay a finger on either of us again.”

“What, never?” Link said in dismay.” Her sister was too caught up in her master plan to pay attention to her sister’s less than enthusiastic response.


Ranma entered her bedroom with a slightly stunned expression on her face. She had learned a lot about girl/girl sex in the last hour or so. . Ukyou and No-chan were very skilled. To say the least. She’d finally been forced to leave when Ukyou had grabbed No-chan’s ankles, scissored her legs between those of the No-chan, and had pulled their respective cunts firmly together. That had been more than Ranma could take. Watching Ukyou drive No-chan wild with not a single cock involved had made Ranma so horny that she either had to leave, or jump into bed with them.

“Hey, Nabiki,” she said in a quavering voice when she spotted Nabiki sitting cross legged on the bed, looking down at something in her hand, which was a bit strange as her eyes were closed.

Instead of replying to Ranma, Nabiki said, “Four weeks. That is my final offer, or you get to go sewer surfing. I don’t care what you think Ranma needs to learn. If she can’t learn it in four weeks, it can’t be learned.”

“Uh, Nabiki,” Ranma said a bit louder while jittering from one foot to the other as if she had to pee. She approached the bed and looked into Nabiki’s face. The bigger girl’s breath was slow and even, with maybe just a hint of a ladylike snore mixed in.

“Oh, no, you are so not going to go to sleep on me,” Ranma said with determination. She crawled up on the bed and pushed against Nabiki. The other girl slumped backward onto the bedspread, her breathing never changing tempo. Ranma slipped in alongside Nabiki, flattening her body against the other girl. The feel of Nabiki’s skin rubbing against her’s sent a comfortable feeling of warmth through her. She nuzzled the hollow of Nabiki’s throat, kissing it lightly.

“Mmmfffff,” Nabiki grunted in her sleep. She rolled her head to the side so she was facing Ranma. Her eyes quivered, and then opened. She stared at Ranma with a glazed expression for a moment, and then her vision cleared and she smiled sleepily. “Hey, Saotome. What’s . . . Mmppppp,” Ranma cut off Nabiki’s words with her mouth. She pulled herself over till she was laying half on Nabiki and kissed for all she was worth. Kissing Nabiki lit Ranma’s fuse, and it was a short one. She was overwhelmed by the need to feel and savor Nabiki. Her hands wondered passionately over Nabiki’s body. Their motion may have lacked the control and finesse she had as a boy, but they more than made up for it in enthusiasm. Her small body squirmed on top of Nabiki, her breasts pressing against the other girl’s, flattening both pair. Ranma’s leg slipped between Nabiki’s and she pressed her thigh against Nabiki’s sex.

Nabiki had been surprised out of her sleep by Ranma’s sexual ambush, but once the element of surprise was gone she returned the red-head’s kisses and fondling with interest. She rolled over, using her longer legs and arms to lever Ranma over till the petite girl was laying on her back. She cupped Ranma’s face with her hands and kissed her deeply while she rode Ranma’s muscular thigh like a horse back rider.

The two girls writhed on the bed, their caresses clumsy with passion and inexperience. Ranma, heated from her peeping, came first, but even as she cried out her release she continued to devour Nabiki with her body until a short while later the brown-haired girl cried her own release into Ranma’s mouth.

Slowly Nabiki slid to the side till she was laying alongside Ranma, cuddling against the smaller girl. “Now that’s the way I like to be woken in the morning,” she murmured happily.

“It’s not morning,” Ranma said sleepily as she snuggled up against Nabiki.

“What? You woke me up in the middle of the night!”

“Yea, got a problem with that?”

Nabiki opened her mouth, considered for a second, and said. “Nope, not a single one.” The two girls cuddled in each other’s arms and slipped into slumber.

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