Best Buddies? chatting in the furo

Unending BE - episode 326276

Ranma Saotome had not been born a girl, only gaining the body at the age of sixteen, and maybe that had something to do with it. Or, maybe it was the fact that to an outside observer, she/he’d been physically abused since she could walk. Whatever the case, Ranma was not wired like a girl, or really, like a normal person. She’d been violated, raped, double fucked by her best, normal, friends. She should have been traumatized, betrayed, hurting in mind and body. What she was, was annoyed.

Not annoyed at the boys, annoyed at the principal for getting her involved in one of his slimy plots. Annoyed at him for making her think that Akane was dead. She was just glad that Akane was not in any great danger. This fucking stuff was not really all that bad, if that was all that was happening to Akane, then there was no great rush to go off to rescue her. She didn’t really know what everyone made a fuss about. Compared to the times when Ryouga, Kuno, and Mousse had ganged up on her, this was a walk in the park.

Ranma had been thinking this in a rather bemused manner as she lay draped over the edge of the furo. Sperm dripped from her mouth and pussy. It was a bit embarrassing to drool like a baby, but she couldn’t help herself with the thing the guys had shoved in her mouth. She was going to pound them for that, and for the other things they’d done to her. Just because it hadn’t been too bad, and had actually felt sort of good was no reason to let them off the hook for doing it.

Hiroshi was sitting in the tub, facing Ranma’s ass, and enjoying the sight of her well fucked pussy. His prick was still tingling from the encounter, and he was eager to have another go around. The reason for this whole situation was fading into the background, swamped out by the sheer pleasure of having a babe like Ranma at his mercy. A babe he could do anything to in the name of saving Akane. He lifted a foot, and ran a toe up Ranma’s inner thigh, nudging it against her formerly virgin pussy.

Ranma let out a squawk of outrage, and reared up, which made her slip backward into the furo, and fall toward Hiroshi, who caught her and pulled her up on his lap, loving the feel of her firm ass resting on this thighs. “Kick your ass,” Ranma mumbled around the ring gag that still held her mouth open.

“You bit Daisuke, that was very bad, Ranma. So we taught you that bitting was a no no. If you’ve learned your lesson, I can take it out. All you have to do is promise that you won’t bite either one of us, no matter what. Do you. Just nod,” Hiroshi said, running his a hand over Ranma’s belly.

Ranma squirmed on Hiroshi’s lap, until she remembered what had happened the last time she did that. She might not have minded being fucked, but she had hated the fact that she couldn’t prevent it. She had to bide her time till she could get this collar off. Oh, and saved Akane of course. As for the ring gag, it was disgusting, it made her feel like some sort of retard, she could feel stuff dripping onto her breasts from her wide open mouth, and knew that at least some of it was Daisuke’s cum. Did she want to give up the only weapon that had worked so far. Well, bitting was an un-manly way to fight, her Pop had beaten that into her the only time she’d done it to him, back when she was just a kid. So . . . Ranma nodded her head, and breathed a sigh of relief when Hiroshi undid the straps and pulled the thing out of her mouth.

“Oh, you guys are so dead,” Ranma threatened, glad to be able to talk clearly again.

“Yea, but what a way to go,” Daisuke joked from his position at the end of the furo. His limp cock was actually floating slightly above his groin so large was it.

Ranma couldn’t help but stare at Daisuke’s prick, remembering her view when it had been shoved in her mouth. The thick pole had seemed to go on forever. If he’s shoved it all the way home she was sure it would have come out her ass. “You just wait Dai, I’ll tie that thing in a knot, then see if you’re laughing. Yippp,” Ranma squeaked when Hiroshi pinched one of her nipples hard.

“Don’t threaten us, Ranma. In case you’ve forgotten, you’re not going to be doing anything to us. We’re going to be doing everything to you. The principal wants you turned into a nice little fuck slut, and that’s what we’re going to do.” Hiroshi said in a stern voice, keeping his fingers squeezed tightly on Ranma’s large nipple.

“Never,” Ranma gasped out. “You weanies don’t have a chance,” Ranma said. She wasn’t acting for the camera, or more to the point, for the mike in her collar. She had completely forgotten Hiroshi’s earlier mention of it. Her ego had taken over. She’d never be some obedient little ‘girl’. In this context girl in Ranma’s mind had much the same meaning as cock hungry fuck slut.

“That sounds like a challenge to me. Does that sound like a challenge to you Dai?” Hiroshi asked.

Sure sounds like a challenge to me,” Daisuke said, sliding along the edge of the furo till he could reach out and take one of Ranma’s breasts in his hand. Fondling it while Ranma shook her upper body and tried to break free of his hold, he added. “We have to accept you know. Ranma would lose all respect for us if we backed down from a challenge. I guess we’ll just have to try are hardest to turn her into a little sextoy for the principal.”

“Never!” Ranma yelled out, trying to block the feelings flowing from her breasts where the boys were pinching and fondling them. Magnified by the collar, which Ranma didn’t know about, the sensation was making her itch between her legs something fierce.

Cupping one of Ranma’s breasts in his hand, Hiroshi said, “You don’t know how happy I am to hear you say that, Ranma?”

“Huh?”

“Yea, I hope you fight us every inch of the way. I hope you never give in. You want to know why?” Hiroshi asked rhetorically. “Because if you don’t give in, we get to play with you for ever and ever. Won’t that be nice, Dai?”

“Oh yea!” Daisuke said with feeling, running a hand over Ranma’s water slick belly and down between her legs. Ranma gave a strangled squawk and slapped her legs together, but not before Daisuke hooked a finger up inside her cunt. “I can’t wait to stuff this little jewel. I’m going to stretch her so wide she’ll be able to sit down over a baseball bat.”

“Arrrgghhh,” Ranma growled, and lifted one of her legs to kick at Daisuke, missing his balls by inches as the collar jangled her never impulses. It was close enough to give Daisuke a scare as he sloshed backward away from Ranma’s waving foot. Face a bit pale, he caught her by the ankle, and stepped in between her legs. Jamming his finger back inside her, he growled. “I think we should finish cleaning Ranma so we can get on with the training.” He sawed his finger in and out of her, drawing a groan from the trapped girl.

She seems pretty clean to me,” Hiroshi said, taking a firm grip on her breast and squashing it in his hand.

“Outside maybe. But her insides are still filthy.”

Ranma blinked, and looked at Daisuke in suspicion, trying to figure out what the pervert was talking about. Hiroshi had no such problem. He gave a laugh, and said,” What’s the matter, Dai? You wanting to make sure there’s enough room for you?”

Daisuke gave a twisted grin as he added a finger to the one that was already in Ranma’s twat. “Something like that,” he agreed twisting his two fingers inside Ranma. “The little slut is sure enjoying this,” he added. “She’s soaking inside, and it ain’t water.”

  1. *Time to clean Ranma out
  2. Shampoo in the Limo
  3. Akane is still in peril
  4. Something else

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Sun Dec 14 12:22:40 2003