There were well over a dozen of them.
Each had been selected to be the first batch of supergirl sexslaves who could work for the Yakuza.
Now, however, while they had been programmed to be 100% loyal, lusty, adoring, devoted, sexslaves - they had imprinted on Ranma Saotome.
Each of them adored him. They loved him. They lusted for him. Their pussies, mouths, asses - all craved the touch or taste of his cock. Their minds, their hearts, their very souls - were completely devoted to him. His will was their will. His every wish - their absolute command. His every need - their devoted goal. His pleasure was their pleasure.
On being freed by him from the evil Doctor Ecchi, they knew that they would live for him, die for him, that he was the center of their universe and that they would do or be anything for him.
As the girls came forward, Ranma noticed that there were three cowgirls who looked sort of familiar.
Ranma blinked and felt the need to run away.
There were girls advancing on him. Curvaceous, attractive, and strange.
"Mau! Mau!" A cowgirl with huge breasts said as she tried to breastfeed him.
Ranma dodged that, only to run into another cowgirl who yanked his pants down. When leaping out of the grip of her, he fell prey to a third cowgirl who held him in place for all three to start in on him.
Before he quite knew what was going on, he was flat on his back, had a breast smothering his face, and there was a cowgirl who was sucking on "little Ranma" as if she were a calf on her mother's udder. He opened his mouth to protest and found a nipple thrust in, with dribbles of milk filling his mouth quickly.
A third cowgirl began licking at his testicles with her broad flat tongue.
As that was going on, two girls had grabbed his flailing hands and began kissing and licking at him..
For a timeless period, Ranma's world devolved to swirling tongues, kissing mouths, and stroking hands.
He came. Once, twice, thrice.
Sat Mar 1 06:04:39 2003