Hiroshi had wrapped loops of rope around Ranma’s breasts, pulling them tight and causing them to jut out from her body. He’d incorporated these into a web work that crisscrossed around her swollen belly and around her upper thighs. One thin length ran directly between the lips of her cunt. When the boys pulled her legs apart almost every bit of her weight was born by the webbing, around her torso, but a small bit of it was focused on that cord bisecting her twat. Ranma let out a strangled cry as her clit was crushed and the rope sank deep into her pink flesh.
Hiroshi gave her ass a shove and Ranma swung back and forth, her toes dragging on the ground, but unable to get any purchase. The pendulum affect caused the rope in her cunt to saw back and forth just a little bit. “Ghhhaaaaaaaaa” Ranma cried out, her body shuddering with release.
Ranma hated it, hated it, hated it. This body was disgusting. Always she’d managed to control its sick nature, ignoring its bizarre feelings and urges. But she could not do that now. The boys were not leaving that option open to her. If they’d treated her soft and gentle, maybe she could have kept control. But the extreme and brutal rape they were inflicting on her pushed the sensations past her limit to control. Her mind at least was her own, even if her body had betrayed her. She would keep fighting, against it, as well as them.
“Take her shoulder’s,” Hiroshi ordered Daisuke as he took hold of the rope that was holding Ranma up and reached up to where it was secured to the ceiling.
Daisuke just barely got hold of Ranma before Hiroshi released the rope. Ranma’s body fell forward, making Daisuke take a step backward . Ranma’s face rubbed across his still slick prick, leaving a smear on her face beside the one Hiroshi had deposited earlier. He lowered her to the ground and she gave a groan as her distended belly took her weight.
She only had to stand it for a minute before Hiroshi used the leverage of the spreader bar to twist her over on her back. “Give me a hand,” he requested as he fastened a rope to the center latch of the bar.
Ranma’s world turned upside down as Hiroshi and Daisuke hauled her back up into the air, this time hanging upside down by her spread ankles. They continued to pull her up till her cunt was at level with their chest.
Hiroshi tied off the rope and then placed himself in front of Ranma. His limp, but long cock, was hanging just above her face and when she strained her neck to look up a drop of semen from the tip landed right between her eyes. She ducked her head and shook it in a futile effort to shake off the drop.
Hiroshi took hold of Ranma’s pubic hair and pulled, dragging the strands that were trapped under the rope bisecting her cunt free. “Cream me,” Hiroshi said, holding out a hand for Daisuke to squirt shaving cream into. He didn’t bother being fussy, he slapped his palm hard against Ranma’s spread cunt, smearing the cream all over her inner thighs. He worked it into her skin up to her navel and into her ass as far as the butt-plug.
Taking the safety razor, he began to shave Ranma. She cried out as the razor failed to easily cut the longer hair and tugged against them. The pain was insignificant, but what it represented was awful. Somehow being shaved like this made her seem more naked than naked.
While Hiroshi shaved Ranma, he kept a the forefinger of his free hand pressed along the length of her slit. While he rubbed this finger back and forth and forced the thin rope into her as he did so, it was actually for her own good. The last thing he wanted to do was to slice her clit off. A sex slave who couldn’t orgasm. That would defeat the true pleasure of having Ranma as a slave. She was helpless, they could do anything they wanted to her. She could not stop them. There was no challenge in that, no sport, no fun. A ball of fire tumbled in his belly as he ran the shaver back and forth over Ranma’s mound. To make her orgasm against her wishes. To do whatever they wanted to her, and make her enjoy it! That was true joy.
Hiroshi worked till Ranma was as bald as an egg, her sex gleaming like a peeled peach. “One last thing, can’t risk any infection,” he said. Taking a the container of icy-hot, he smeared it over Ranma’s freshly shaven skin.
Stepping back, Hiroshi rubbed his hands together. His hands felt cool and refreshed, at first, but they started to warm, and as they did Hiroshi could see Ranma’s eyes widening. Soon his hands were burning, and Ranma’s eyes were bulging as she writhed in her bonds.
“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee,” A keening cry broke from Ranma’s throat as her body pushed her back down the hated path. Her clit was erect, and every motion she made ground it against the rope pressed against it. The sound stopped but Ranma’s throat continued to work as her eyes stared sightlessly at nothing as a huge shuddering orgasm ripped through her body.
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