DNabikiTHCh11 Nabiki 1/2 "A Very Scary Thought!" THE HONEYMOON HENTAI CHAPTERS! By Jim Robert Bader (Inspired by the works of Rumiko Takahashi & Others, with character ideas created by Bill Black & Marv Wolfman) Part Eleven. HENTAI ALERT---NOW ENTERING LEMON-LIME ZONE, WHERE BEHAVIOR MAY DEFY ZONING ORDINANCE AND RATE "SITE-BLOCKER" ID CODES AND/OR THE USE OF A CREDIT CARD. VOID WHERE PROHIBITED BY THE LORDS OF LAW AND CHAOS, MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR YOUNG PEOPLE AND THOSE WITH WEAK CONSTITUTIONS. DO NOT ATTEMPT THE POSITIONS DESCRIBED IN THIS FANFIC, THEY COULD LEAD TO SEVERE BACK PROBLEMS AND/OR NOSE HEMORAGING IN THOSE UNDER THE AGE OF INNOCENCE AND CONTENTMENT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! "Rad, you idiot, what have you gotten yourself into this time?" Lila voiced those sentiments to herself as she hovered in the middle of a magnetically enclosed ball of life-preserving air, held in place by the power of her will as she stared down at the mother planet far below her, which was blissfully spinning on its axis while she fretted about her "High Maintenance Girlfriend" from an altitude of six hundred kilometers above the planetary surface. Being shielded against the extremes of temperature, radiation and the total lack of surrounding atmosphere, the self-described "Polaria" fumed impotently and wondered whether or not to take action to once again bail out her hotheaded lover. Being a woman of inordinate beauty with a body that was "to die for" and a perfect set of the kind of "gravity defying boobs" that you only read about in comics, and dressed (to put it loosely) in the sort of costume (for lack of a better adjective) that looked as if it had been painted onto her near-perfect body, she was the sort of "wed-dream-fantasy-made-flesh" who could have had more than her fair pick of men, but had long ago given up on exploring relationships of that nature, having resolved comfortably the uncomfortable issue of her gender preferences after a failed attempt at a relationship with a boy named Impulse. She and Rad had sort-of "found each other" in the course of pursuing other affairs, and after much angsting and struggling over relationship issues, had finally resolved to share a life together, a life born of mutual suffering as much as genuine and heartfelt attraction. And now---once again---Rad had gone off on her own to fight her personal demons while trying to reconcile her feelings about her mother, leaving Lila to wait until it was time for her to have to once again pick up the pieces. Rad had a lot of issues (as in A LOT) that came with the package, but Lila could more-or- less live with that...just as she could not and WOULD NOT live without Rad in her life! The tendency of her lover to get herself in deep over her head, almost as a habit, was getting to be a tedious routine, but Lila would never abandon the one person who made her feel special and wanted, no matter how wild and crazy she could get with Rad's admittedly self-destructive impulses. Having had parental issues of her own that would have kept an entire ward of Psychiatrists fully employed, Lila had some idea of what Rad was going through and why the love of her life had trouble even being merely civil with her mother. Of course, Rad's mother was a stuck-up rich-bitch ex-superhero turned corporate shark, while Lila grew up not even knowing who her real father was...right up until the age of puberty, when her powers had kicked in with a vengeance. Learning that your dad was a world-class psychotic Supervillain with delusions of godhood did not exactly make for a heartwarming father-daughter reunion, but she had friends who had helped her through the crisis point, just as Lila was determined to be there for Rad whenever she needed her...which was looking to be pretty near imminent, judging by the way Rad's tracer signal had gone dead all of a sudden. Lila was---it needs be said---a Mistress of Magnetism, able to harness the Earth's own electromagnetic field at will (rather like another high-class Metahuman-slash-Mutant that she could name, who also happened to be a rival with her father in the world-beating profession), an ability that she carried in her genes as her "natural" birthright. She could skim the currents that surrounded the planet and home in on a distinctive "field signal" with an accuracy that would put to shame the finest satellite equipment, so she reasoned that it would be a fairly easy matter to track Rad down and determine what type of mess she had gotten herself into THIS WEEK. When she found Rad---and whoever was currently threatening her safety---Lila intended to A.)---Kick Butt, and B.)--- Kick Rad's Butt for leaving her to worry. No one had the right to mess with her best friend (and main squeeze) but Lila, and pity the poor Supervillain who made the mistake of getting in her way! Rad belonged to Lila and Lila alone, and while Lila was far from the sort of violent-tempered "hell-for-leather" kind of person that Rad was, she could improvise with the best of them when her lover was threatened. That sentiment being a given, she directed her energy globe to bring her on a rapid glide that would shortly carry her out over the south pacific... Martha stared at the mirror that was hanging over the bed, a mirror that caught and returned her own reflection. For some reason she had trouble recognizing the girl who was staring back at her with such a puzzled expression. That was her laying in a bed of silken sheets, as naked as the proverbial Jaybird but for the golden chains that bound her wrists and ankles, siphoning off the bioenergy that normally gave her superpowers. It was amazing to think that this was her, or---rather---the Martha that had been standing in her place for the past several hours, playing "love-slave" to a perverted lady pirate. She stared at that other person as if gazing upon a total stranger, and all the while wondering why it felt so..."right" to be that other person...and why she was not asserting herself and making more of a fuss about her captive status. All right, so Lao was not all that unpleasant to be around, and Martha found that she rather liked the frank and easy style with which the slaver talked to her, not like an object bur more like a person, even while taking generous liberties with Martha. So Lao was an accomplished female lover, so she could make Martha's body sing like a soprano, so she had given her NINE CONSECUTIVE ORGASMS and only stopped shy of the TENTH because of some emergency concerning her ship and crew...so she was good in bed and made Martha feel...ALIVE for the first time in ages! So...was all of that a sufficient reason for Martha to behave as if she LIKED being bound up and treated like a fantasy sex object! It was too much like something out of a bad bondage romance novel, but here she was playing the docile heroine in distress, allowing a self-admitted sociopath to work God-knew what kind of mischief on her, and she loving every minute of it as if this were the thing she desired most in all creation. She was a MBA with a Masters Graduate in Business, for Chrissakes! Independently wealthy with a slew of companies to her name, feared and respected among her peers in the industry, a certified Media Mogul who could make Presidents stand to attention with a phone call! And---GAWD---SHE WAS SO FRIGGING HORNY that she couldn't help wanting to touch herself DOWN THERE and feel herself all over! It felt so good to just let loose and surrender herself to the pleasure and... No...she had to focus and regain her concentration. This was not her...this was not like her at all! Even with Hal, her husband, she had never felt so...wild and uninhibited! Could Lao have done something to increase her sex drive and make her open to suggestion? Was she experiencing such easy arousal because of her ordeal with the Kraken? She had been feeling a lot...lighter in her chest ever since waking up in these chains, which made no sense at all as she was missing that near-constant surge of energy that came with her superpowers. Even with the Orichalcum on her body she still had more strength left to her than an average person, so...why was she behaving like such a submissive? It could not really be true that she was---deep down---into such perversions...could it? Or was that just some trick on the part of her hostess...? No...Martha was fairly certain that she knew her own mind, and while there was no mistaking the fact that Lao had indeed done something to lower her inhibitions, the feelings and emotions swelling up within her now were genuinely her own. Martha knew that she was---if anything---thinking more clearly than she had in quite a while, and that meant that she was as much to blame for feeling this way as Lao was. She could not shift all of the blame onto her captor...Lao only saw and exploited a weakness that she had seen within Martha, which meant that she was indeed... And then Martha heard the soft approach of a woman's footsteps, measured their tread reflexively by the length of her stride, and knew that Lao was returning to the chamber well before the door to the cabin swung to one side to reveal the dominating form of the sea-foam-green haired lady Pirate. But...there was something else about the way she moved that made Martha sit up in bed and turn to really look at her nominal captor...and then she saw Lao's expression, which was heavy and wary, as if bearing a great secret. "Nihao," she said as she came up to the bed, eyes troubled despite the appreciative glance that she paid to Martha's body. Another time Martha would have shivered and felt flattered, but instead she automatically asked, "What's wrong? Is something...?" Lao sat down on the bed and looked soberly at Martha, "I'm afraid something's come up that we need to deal with. It's...getting complicated...and I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to come with me." "What's...?" Martha started to say, then a sudden realization came to her and she said, "That noise...that was Joan, wasn't it? She came looking for me, didn't she?" "Yes," Lao nodded, rubbing her chin, "Damn near came close to taking my head off...she's got a mean right hook...must get that from her mother." "Or her father," Martha hesitated before adding, "Is she...?" "She's all right," Lao replied, "For now...a good thing I looked into your memories or I wouldn't have known how to beat her, and then...well...it would probably have gotten messy. I'd hate to have my crew burdened with cleaning up my remains off the deck..." This somewhat grisly attempt at black humor did not dissuade Martha from coming to the next obvious conclusion, "You fed her to the Kraken, didn't you?" Lao nodded, "She's undergoing the same treatment you experienced right now...I didn't have time to consult you, she might have regained consciousness at any moment and...well...I think you know your daughter a whole lot better than I do." Martha fought over conflicting emotions that came with knowing exactly what Lao meant, but also because her daughter was even at that moment experiencing the same "tentacle rape" experience that she had endured only a few hours back. The part of her that was pure mother was naturally outraged that her only child should be treated in such a manner, and yet...knowing what all Joan had been like the past few years, another part of her was secretly glad and hoped that the Kraken would be a good experience...at least in terms of confronting many hidden issues. "If you're wondering if I would have disapproved," Martha said aloud, "I...don't really know if I would have acted any different in your place. Joan can be...a handful..." "More than a handful," Lao nodded, "But...there's something else that you should know...something that the Kraken's been filling my head with for the past few minutes. Did you know that her system is flush with a number of different poisons...chemical agents, residues and hallucinogenics?" "You mean...drugs?" Martha blinked, "But...how...?" "You tell me," Lao replied, "I thought you Kryptonians were immune to toxic substances...or it is this because she's...mostly human?" "Ah...well..." Martha frowned, "It's true that my father is immune to just about everything...he once inhaled some sarin gas in a hostage situation and never felt any ill effects. I'm...mostly immune to toxins and poisons...but there are some chemical substances that can effect even my nervous system..." "That's what I thought," Lao replied, "But...it's not just the drugs...the Kraken is purging them from her system and helping to keep her stable...but...well...let me show you directly." And with that she placed a hand to either side of Martha's face, touching her fingers to the temples, and a moment later Martha was flooded with images and sensations that came and went so rapidly that she was left struggling to form a definitely impression. To her it was as if she were back inside the Kraken, once more naked and struggling against the relentless caress of a thousand prehensile, infinitely flexible male members probing, caressing, stroking, fondling and exploring her body, every inch of skin alive to the pleasurable stimulation of each and every nerve ending, all orifices being filled to the brim as the writhing tendrils gyrated inside her pussy and rectum, and her mouth down her throat and into the bowels of her stomach. From her inside thighs to the tips of her toes she found herself embraced and her breasts squeezed and fondled in such a way that her mind reeled from the pleasurable onslaught. Try as she might she could not fight the tide of this sensual assault to her individual person, nor did she truly want to as her body was flush with strange emotions, the firing of nerve endings as bodily fluids were cleansed and unhealthy foreign substances were excreted and absorbed, cleaning her out inside while promoting the regeneration of discarded tissues. Even as this physical assault was transpiring, though, she also felt her mind and emotions be similarly opened to a thorough and in-depth examination. Martha saw memories, flashes of past experience and the emotions that went with them from the other side of her awareness...thoughts that drifted from the pleasant times of a long-ago innocence to more recent events with flashes red-lining those incidents that had been most intensely life-altering and mood intensifying... She remembered laughing with the delight of a child as her father picked up and carried her over a grassy plain, tossing her into the air and catching her once again as childish squeals filled the air and a warm tingling went all through her tiny body. Before she knew it she was flying on her own power, defying gravity and hovering just out of reach of her parents, who were also smiling at her and pointing with pride at the first solo-levitation ever performed by their beloved daughter... She remembered attending school and working so hard not to betray those gifts that she knew made her special...and finally giving into the temptation of revealing the truth to her closest friend, who swore to abide by a pact of secrecy forever. She remembered a boy in the first grade dumping paint down the back of her blouse, and how much she wanted to beat him senseless for that but for the reminder of her best friend, who acted in time to preserve not only her secret but to prevent the unwise abuse of her powers... She remembered traveling to other worlds with her father and mother, hanging out with alien forms of life that were strange and wonderful to her way of thinking. She remembered the funny shapes that her father would create with his power ring, remembered reciting his oath to always uphold justice, and the way he would smile at her and praise Joan for being a "good apprenticed Green Lantern..." And then the accident with the reactor that had caused the evacuation of Coast city...a nuclear power plant had been destroyed by a psychopathic alien cyborg, which led to many thousands of people growing sick and dying from radiation, including her best friend and her friend's family...and how it affected her father, who tried desperately to "make everything all right" again, even though some people were well beyond his means to protect. That had been the hard point where her childhood effectively ended, and then the shock of her father's betrayal, going back to his first wife and abandoning his "real" family...how it made Joan feel...like discarded refuse! Tragedy, anger, death, abandonment, powerlessness, futility, rage...all these emotions and more tore at a young girl's fragile heart and made her feel both small and insignificant. Joan had tried to pick up the pieces, but her mother was strangely cold and distant, bitter with her own issues of abandonment, and the only one who seemed to take any time to care for her was her grandfather Clark, who invited her to spend time with his family while her mother "got over her crisis." That was when she met Ally, or "A-ko," as some people called her, another girl close to her own age who had super-powers, and for a time she had thought to find friendship again, but after only a few days she went back to live with her mother. That time had been intolerable, as a young girl neared that "awkward" period when her hormones began to change and her body became strange and alien even to her own way of thinking. She started to grow taller and develop breasts, began to bleed every month and sometimes had cramps that would not go away no matter what medicines she drank. Her mother was no help at all in trying to understand these changes, as a gangling, stumbling, awkward girl became a young woman, and then began noticing men, or---at least---started to attract their interest. She'd had a boyfriend, after a fashion, but it never really amounted to much, and it always felt...odd when she kissed him...not right, somehow...wrong...different from what other girls said it should feel like. She began to feel like a genuine alien, a freak of nature, and she resented her own hair color. They said that green was not a natural color for a girl, so she began wearing a yellow wig, reasoning that hair dyes would never stay "fixed" to her hair follicles. Later on she found stronger chemicals that could indeed change her hair to a more "natural" color. As a blonde she became more popular than ever with the boys, and still her life did not feel...right somehow...so she tried desperately to copy her peers, to fit in more with their perceptions of "normal." She missed having someone in whom she could confide, and then she got into a bad scene, fell in with the wrong crowd, and by turns drifted away from the path of the rigidly straight and narrow example set down by her mother... She got in fights with other students, held back a lot less, cut loose against those who looked like they could "take a little punishment," and then she started playing "practical jokes" on people who got on her bad side. The worst of it came when she discovered illegal hallucinogenics, particularly one powerful drug that could even effect her nervous system. It caused her to experience sensations and emotions that she had never felt before, and it dulled out the pain, making it easier to forget her sense of alienation. It also sharpened her tactile and sensory awareness of other chemical substances, such as alcohol and tobacco, which never before had affected her in any significant way... At sixteen she was addicted to the substance, but gradually over time her body built up a resistance, leaving her body to feel indescribable cravings whenever she missed her dosage or failed a rendezvous with her supplier. She tried to quit, to come clean about her addiction, but the cravings got so bad that at times all she could think about was satisfying her hunger, and for that she needed the good graces of her supplier. She had to perform a number of unsavory tasks as "payment for services rendered," and because he was with the government it had seemed to be "all right" for a time, but... Martha pulled back abruptly, a face and a name floating up from the haze of those memories, and all at once she snarled, "General Gordon...that BASTARD! I should have known he'd try and pull something like this behind my---I'll kill him! The next time I see him, he's A DEAD MAN!!!" "Not that I disagree with your sentiments," Lao said, "But...there is more...do you want to see?" Martha grudgingly consented, and then allowed the images to resume as Lao opened her mind to the flood of images that she had been steadily receiving from the Kraken... ...Joan had tried to conceal her addiction from her mother, but it became increasingly difficult to hide the strange and twisted changes her life was undergoing, whether it was going to other worlds to fight in other battles or being drawn into the ongoing adventures of other "players" in the Metahuman games between the powers of absolute Good and Evil. Eventually she had accepted an invitation to join a team in the south of Florida, adopting her trade name as "Rad," and---at least on the surface---working as best she could to "fit in" with her new gang of proto-feminist Cat-fighters. Eventually some members of the team began to suspect that their resident "Bad Girl" had skeletons in her closet, and as her behavior became more and more erratic those suspicions seemed to be confirmed and yet---when their team leader had attempted to get her ejected from the team---their government backers had nixed the whole thing under General Gordon's authorization... ...But then something changed during the course of her time with her fellow feminist super-fighters, she started to care...really care about the welfare of others. She had always in her heart wanted to maintain the illusion that she was basically a hero, but some of the things General Gordon had made her do seemed...WRONG on a fundamental level. At the core, beneath her pretense of indifference, she was frightened that her team mates would reject her, and so--- while not seeming to give a damn about anything or anyone---she gave what assistance she could and made herself basically useful, pulling her weight and then some so that they might come to view her as a valuable team member... ...And then she met Lila...and her life would never be the same again. The formidable Mistress of Magnetism was---in many respects---her opposite, a reluctant fighter who had never truly wanted to be superhuman, yet who had no choice but to accept her fate and the great responsibility that came with her enormous power. At once Joan had felt a kind of sympathy for this other girl, and then a feeling of closeness, like they were kindred spirits underneath all other pretenses. For the first time in her life, Joan actually felt...excited to be near to someone, to feel an urge to grow closer, a desire that betrayed the true nature of her feelings. From there they had gone through the various levels of a courtship, from nervous silences to exchanged hints and glances, to rival claimants who seemed to briefly divert their attention from one another, to a final confrontation and admission when one seemed on the verge of total defeat and death, which brought about the revelation of the true depths of their mutual attraction, and from there at last came admission and surrender, which in turn gave way to carnal knowledge. In fact, just remembering her first time with Lila, with the way they had taken their time undressing each other, like something out of the movies. They shyness had given way to tenderness as a kiss led to a caress and a hug, and then a gentle fondle, the admiring of the perfect form of the woman in her arms, how much fun it was to touch and explore her body... Martha broke off her rapport once again, only this time feeling hot and bothered for entirely different reasons, having seen through her own daughter's eyes the level of arousal Joan felt when making love to her girlfriend, Lila. Though Martha had until now disapproved of the relationship, perceiving the heat that rose up in what seemed to be her own body as she contemplated the full-flavored beauty of the girl named Lila gave her a PRETTY GOOD IDEA of what Joan found so attractive... "That's...enough for now...thank you..." she managed to stammer, and Lao withdrew her hands, allowing Martha's perceptions to return to relative normal, "So...that's what Joan's been thinking all these years...and...and for my part I...think I feel very sick all of a sudden..." "You haven't even gotten to the part where you two were fighting like cats," Lao replied, "I've already viewed those memories...typical case of mother-daughter miscommunication, with both of you talking over one another and not really listening to what the other party has to say in their own defense..." "You sound like we're some kind of a soap opera," Martha remarked. "I've seen it before," Lao said, "Many times, in fact, in the minds of other women who take a trip through memory lane ala the Kraken. You'd be amazed at how many daughters feel alienated and misunderstood by their elders..." she sighed, "I can't help knowing about it because of my link to the Kraken, but I've learned to tune some of it out when I don't need to know the particular details." "So...you've seen my memories and how I got along with my father?" Martha asked. "I've cried with you over your mother's grave," Lao nodded, "I'm a serial voyeur, people fascinate me, I can't help wondering what makes them tick. I don't have a degree in Psychiatry, but I know enough about human beings from direct observation to have a good sense for what makes us special as people." "That must be...very strange...having so many other people in your head," Martha conceded. "I manage," Lao replied, "I keep a strong sense of my own individual identity, and I find creative ways of...distracting myself when I get too moody." "Indeed," Martha could not help smiling despite a general sense of depression that was slowly creeping over her, "That must be very...handy..." "You're blaming yourself for not understanding the changes your Joan had to endure by herself," Lao smiled, "And well you should have regrets about that, but it's not entirely your fault. Some of those choices were Joan's to make, not yours, and even if you had been there for her full time..." "Please," Martha urged, "I don't need someone to rationalize for me my failure as a parent. I should have made a better effort to know what demons were driving Joan, and why she seemed to be purposefully driving me to distraction..." "A standard cry for attention," Lao nodded, "I've seen a lot of that as well in this business." "Yes...well...this business, as you put it, is supposed to be my business of being there for my own daughter," Martha frowned, "I don't know if Joan will ever be able to forgive me...I don't think I can forgive myself. I'm...grateful to you for calling this to my attention..." "Just don't shoot the messenger," Lao said with mild irony, "But the reason I wanted to show you this isn't just out of some benighted desire to make you feel bad about yourself, I need your consent, as her closest living relative, to go one step further than I did with you...which...can have serious consequences." That made Martha sit up and pay attention to the woman before her, "My consent...for what?" "The Kraken can purge her of her chemical addiction," Lao explained, "It can revitalize damaged areas of her brain and nervous system that were altered by the drugs to make her body dependent on them, and she will no longer feel any physical cravings...however..." "However?" Martha cocked an eyebrow. "Psychological addiction is an entirely different matter," Lao said, "Understand...those drugs were her shield against unpleasant aspects of her life that she would rather not have to deal with. There is a psychosomatic dependence on the behavior pattern of...if you will...shooting up, like any other kind of addiction...so even if she no longer is physically dependent on the drugs that American General fed her..." "She could still lapse back into dependence," Martha leapt ahead to this conclusion, "In other words...she could go right back to being an addict." "Unless---and this is a BIG unless, mind you," Lao cautioned, "Unless she made the conscious decision to stop taking the drugs and using them as a crutch. I assume, from your reaction, you already know what type of chemicals she was using...?" "Oh, I do," Martha nodded, "Compound V-45ad, a psychoanalytic drug that came out of early research during the second world war, back when the government was trying to create a 'Super Soldier' in the war against the Nazis. An earlier version of this drug was pioneered by a Doctor Rhinestein and resulted in a one- time success case that just about everyone knows about today. The V-program was a separate approach to the same end and resulted in a test case subject known as the Black Commando, who turned out to be a spectacular failure. The subject gained tremendously enhanced strength, resistance and endurance, but it drove him into a psychotic state that forced the government to...terminate the project." "The project...and the man?" Lao asked, then nodded as she saw Martha's somber expression, "I see...but...if your daughter already has superpowers, why then would she need to enhance them?" "I don't know," Martha said, "Why do athletes take steroids? Ask General Gordon, although you'll need a Ouiji board for that after I get my hands on that Black Book Bastard!" "Indeed," Lao nodded, "My condolences in advance to his next to kin. But my real purpose here is to ask your advice, and whether you will trust me with the welfare of your daughter." "What do you have in mind?" Martha asked. "Tough love, shock treatment," Lao replied, "The Kraken is vast and has memories stored from every one of its past victims. Including in those memories are the various other girls whose addictions it has cured, and by feeding her those memories and letting her experience first hand the depths to which human beings can succumb at the mercy of drugs..." "You want to force her to see how bad things can get," Martha comprehended, "But...what are the risks in doing this?" "You can go too far," Lao said, "Overwhelm her with these images, cause her to lose focus on her own identity and possibly even drive her into madness. Extreme case, she might will herself to die, or suffer physical strains that the Kraken can't compensate for. She's nearly as strong as you, and that means that there is some danger to the Kraken itself, but if we are successful..." "Then Joan could live a normal life free from addiction," Martha nodded, "And she won't willingly go back to using them no matter what pressure Gordon brings to bear...or anyone else for that matter. I see why you're asking for my consent...you're asking me to meddle in my daughter's personal life again..." "That's what parents often do," Lao replied, "She's eighteen, which is an age of consent in your country, but she's still your daughter, and there is certainly a time to intervene, and if not now..." "Then I agree," Martha said, "Joan can hate me for it after it's over. But...what about you? Are you in any danger?" "I can deal with the feedback," Lao winced, "It won't be too pleasant...but I'll monitor things on a peripheral level until I'm certain that Joan will be out of danger. When she's finally ready the Kraken will release her...then you can talk...and I hope she won't be too upset with me. The last time...well...let's just say I don't relish a rematch." "I don't blame you for that," Martha smiled, "Thank you." "Don't mention it," Lao replied, "I'm a sucker for happy endings. Speaking of which...do you feel up to greeting a little company?" "Company?" Martha blinked. "Your sister is here, along with her girlfriend," Lao explained, "They came all the way out here to see you, and I've welcomed them aboard under a flag of good conduct. They want me to produce you, and for you to assure them that I haven't done something horribly nasty..." "You mean like feed me and my daughter to the belly of a monster that ravishes the mind and body?" Martha smiled, "I guess I could make myself civil. But...um..." she rattled her chains, "Do you think that I could put something more presentable on first?" "What's wrong with what you're wearing?" Lao grinned, but nonetheless produced a key, "If I take the chains off of you, do I have your word that you won't try to kill me or bring me to justice?" "Let me think about that," Martha pretended to study the ceiling, then grinned, "Deal. And I'll make a promise to you that when it's over you can put the chains back on me, if you like." Lao's eyes widened, "Are you serious?" "I think so," Martha frowned, "Strange...you must have done something to affect my thinking, but...I have this odd desire to play the helpless heroine for a little while longer. It's...a curious sensation, like wearing these chains of Orichalcum." Lao laughed openly and said, "Oh yes...I'm sure my evil, seductive ways can be most persuasive, but you're not really under any mental compulsion on my part." "Are you sure about that?" Martha asked. "Positively," Lao replied, "You have greater mental strength than you realize, and though I did render you open to suggestive for a while there, it was only a temporary effect. I may play with the minds of people who come under my influence, but I cannot change the fundamental dynamics of your own nature. It's like with hypnotic suggestion...I cannot make you do something that is against your will...I have to make you want to do something, and believe it is your own choice, which means it has to be something you would choose to do of your own volition." Martha frowned, "I'm not sure if I like the sound of that. It makes it seem as if I really do have a secret desire to be dominated by you." "I don't write the rules that govern superheroes," Lao inclined her head, "But you would hardly be the first powerful woman who harbored a secret desire to be punished...and I think it goes well beyond your feelings of guilt or sense of inadequacy as a parent." "I hope you don't mind if I think that one over," Martha said, "You're much too clever with words for me to take any of that at face value." "What's the matter?" Lao chuckled, "Don't you trust me?" "About as far as I can throw this ship," Martha smiled back, "Of course I can throw it pretty far..." "Then I'm the one who should be on her best behavior, yes?" Lao said as she worked the key in the lock and undid the cuffs and manacles, setting them aside as she freed Martha from their influence. "Oh...yes...!" Martha stood up and stretched, flexing her arms and legs then rotating her hips to restore full range, flexibility and circulation, "Now this is more like it! I feel my strength returning to me already..." "So," Lao said as she enjoyed the show, watching Martha go through flexing motions that were VERY eye opening, "Shall I get on my knees now and beg for my lift?" "That all depends," Martha eyed her slyly, and then like a shot she was on Lao, lifting her from the bed and drawing her into her embrace before planting a kiss on her lips, letting her hands rove freely over the nude body of the lady Pirate. "...?" Lao responded after the kiss was eventually broken. "I've been wanting to do that all day!" Martha grinned, letting Lao go, "You have any idea how frustrating it was not being able to reach you while you made me cum all over? Well now...what should I wear? My costume or...something more appropriate?" "Er...well..." for once Lao seemed to be the one who was off-balanced, "I...do keep a wardrobe...just in case it's needed...and I'm sure I have something in your size..." "No doubt taken from one of your earlier victims," Martha said with more confidence than before, "But never mind that...save those chains for later, I'll pick something that looks nice. Ally-chan and the others are probably waiting for us and must think I'm suffering the torments of the damned, or some such nonsense. Let's go out there and show them that I'm all right...ah yes! My powers are definitely returning...I can see them sitting down to a table in the next room..." "The ward room," Lao said, "I converted it into a full dining hall for just such occasions." "The place where you wined and dined me before having your wicked ways with me," Martha said, "How...appropriate, somehow. All right...then let's get started..." "Are you sure about this place?" Alison asked as she scanned the interior of their surroundings, "This looks almost like a movie set for one of those chop- sockie flicks, the ones about Chinese pirates..." "Appropriate, give the present circumstances," Beatrice deduced, "Only our purpose here is nothing quite so dramatic. If Madam Lao is as reasonable a sort as she seemed to be on the phone, then perhaps we can resolve matters without resorting to any unpleasantness. That is, unless we are both gravely mistaken." "I shouldn't worry about it too much," Kodachi replied, "The Mistress will treat us with respect and courtesy since she has given us safe conduct and pledged to honor us as her dinner guests. If you do not threaten her or what she holds dear she is quite reasonable and direct, but give her cause to treat us like her enemies and she will respond in kind, which is only to be expected." "I guess that's one way of putting it," Akane reasoned, still flexing her arms now that she was no longer bound up tight like a package and the baggage hold of the invisible jet, and having donned the clothing that had been stored with her and the others at the table for just such a semi-formal occasion, "And we don't want to have any trouble if it can be avoided, so be on your best behavior, Ryoga-kun, and try not to start anything, will you?" "I won't start anything, Akane-chan," Ryoga reassured his iinazuke, "But if she doesn't give up Nabchan and the others...then there's gonna be trouble." "Just don't be the one to throw the first punch, okay, Bro?" Keiko asked, "I know how my Lady thinks, and she's not going to inconvenience us as long as we keep things civil. Only fight as a last resort around her, and when you fight go all out or else you won't stand a chance, and you only get one when you go up against our lady." "A fine recommendation, Keiko-chan," Lao herself remarked as she came into the room with a now-dressed Martha beside her, "How nice to see you and your friends once again, and Kodachi-chan, as lovely as ever. Akane-chan, you've grown lovelier than the last time I saw you, and Ryoga-kun...how virile you have become! And of course let us not forget our two friends from the hospital, Beatrice and Alison, is it not? Ah yes...I remember you well, only...the last time I saw you, you were a bit less..." "Pregnant?" Alison replied, "Yeah, I get that a lot..." "Madam Lao," Beatrice stood up and bowed, "My thanks for meeting with us on such short notice..." "Not at all," Lao waved the point aside dismissively, "I was, in truth, expecting you to show up here sooner or later. Of course one of the main reasons for your going to all this trouble is to assure your partner of the safe condition of her sister, Martha-chan, whom you can see is no worse for her travails." "Ally-chan," Martha said as she approached the table, then made a negative motion to still Alison's attempt to rise to her feet, "No, you don't have to get up for me...I can see how much trouble that is for you anyway. How did you get out here, by the way? We're a bit too far off from Japan for you to have caught a shuttle..." "Oh, I just borrowed mom's plane, that's all," Alison shrugged, "I thought you might be in trouble and could use some bailing out. Er...where is Joan-chan? I thought she got here ahead of us..." "Joan is...presently being detained," Martha replied before Lao could make the same explanation, "I'm sure she will be around in a while...but for now...I think we can skip the formalities and get down to the basics. I didn't get a chance to ask you this before, but you and...Beatrice was it?" "Beatrice Kane Daitokuji," Beatrice said as a gentle reminder, "But you can call me by my nick-name...Beiko." "B-ko," Martha sniffed, glancing at her younger sister, "A-ko...somehow it fits. So...what was this about you getting my sister pregnant?" "Ah...well..." Beatrice began to say when Alison glanced at her and muttered the word, "Big mouth...always gotta brag about it, don't you? Like getting me knocked up was some kind of major achievement..." "Excuse me for asking this," Lao said, "But I'm sure that your Oneechan is not the only one to wonder how this was achieved. Forgive me for saying this, Beiko-san, but...you don't exactly seem to have the right equipment." "Oh, you'd be amazed what Beiko can do when she gets something into her head," Alison rolled her eyes before Beatrice could answer. "Ah...quite," Beatrice said somewhat sheepishly, "Let's just say that I have...other sorts of gifts that allow me to do certain things that might seem well beyond the scope of an ordinary woman..." "Such as create miniature robotic devices too small for the naked eye to perceive?" Lao asked, "Such as a device my people found when they examined Nabiki?" "You...found that?" Beatrice blinked, "But...how...?" "I have my ways, as apparently you do," Lao replied, "Nabiki's rather upset with you...she seems to think you did something naughty behind her back without her permission...and apparently whatever you were trying to achieve has proven to be successful." "It is?" Beatrice's eyes widened appreciatively, "You mean that...Saotome and Nabiki have...borne fruit?" "Huh?" Alison glanced at her, "What are you talking about? Beiko...did you do something else besides spy on their honeymoon suite without telling me about it?" "Ah...well..." Beatrice looked somewhat uncomfortable, "I was attempting an experiment to see if I could find the means to help Nabiki with her...condition...but I didn't expect it to achieve results this soon. Saotome must be even more fertile than I'd imagine, or Nabiki is more fecund than I had surmised..." "Huh?" Akane looked at both them and Lao, "What are you talking about? What were you trying to do for Nabiki?" "Oh, nothing bad," Beatrice replied, "I was just trying to help her to become pregnant." "Say WHAT?" Ryoga reacted. "Interesting," Kodachi mused, "You injected her with one of your Nanoprobes in an attempt to overcome the limitations imposed upon them by the curse of Jusenkyo?" "Really?" Keiko mused, "You can do that?" "It seemed like a worthwhile program at the time I came up with the idea," Beatrice replied, "But I...was a little unsure about its chances for success, and I didn't want to raise false hopes without more research..." "Apparently those hopes weren't as hopeless as you thought they would be," Lao mused, "My people have been monitoring the progress of the embryo that has been implanted in the wall of her uterus and it is growing at four times the normal rate of progress from gestation. That is likely to slow down a bit as time progresses, but for now the embryo appears to be quite healthy. It does, however, pose a potential difficulty if it grows too much larger since in her male aspect Nabiki would be incapable of supporting a growing fetus." "Excuse me," Martha cut in, "But are you telling me that you can create Nanotechnology capable of helping someone overcome infertility? My God...the medical implications alone..." "Are indeed worthy of future consideration," Beatrice replied, "But at the moment the process I used can have no immediate commercial applications, nor can it be produced in sufficient quantity to be a viable system on anything but a one-to-one basis..."" "Why is that?" Martha asked, "Is the process expensive?" "Not at all," Beatrice answered, "It is just...that I used alien technology to achieve this, and in the wrong hands such things..." "Oh," Martha nodded, "One of THOSE kinds of things. Forget I asked...I know how super science could be a problem if exploited for widespread distribution." "Yes, well..." Beatrice reached over to ruffle Alison's hair, "I impregnated Aiko with the use of Nanoprobes, so I thought the process might be adapted to help my friend with her...problem. Perhaps I may have overstepped myself by not consulting with her in full detail ahead of time, but..." "But why make her the exception?" Alison huffed, "You did it to me without asking." "Indeed," Lao mused as she studied the way Beatrice colored abruptly and looked almost crestfallen, "I wouldn't mind knowing more about your methods, but...let it go for now. The fact is that you two are about to be proud parents. Well met indeed, and Nabiki should be...flattered by your interest." "What about Oneechan?" Akane spoke up, "Why isn't she here? I wanted to see if she and the others are all right..."" "Oh they are," Lao assured, "Nabiki is...presently being detained while my people continue to run tests...but Perfume-chan is with her and I'm sure that everything will be all right. As for my other cousin and her co-wife, Kuonji, they are...keeping each other entertained while my nursing staff helps them to take care of their babies. Ranma, their husband, is...currently playing a game of baseball with my daughter, Breeze..." "Huh?" Ryoga said, "Your daughter?" "How is Breeze-chan?" Kodachi smiled pleasantly. "Yeah," Keiko said, "I haven't seen the little nipper in a couple of months...I'll bet she's growing like seaweed..." "Oh yes," Lao said, "Every time I turn around she seems to get a little...bigger, and in all the right places...but then again, she is the child of her mother..." "How soon can we see Nabiki and Ranma?" Akane asked persistently, not wanting to be sidetracked from that particular subject, "And...when do I get to meet my new niece? What did they name her anyway?" "I am given to understand that her parents chose the name of Fragrance," Lao answered, "And as for how soon you may be reunited with your loved ones...very soon, I promise. For now I can send my people to fetch my cousin and Ukyo...they seem to be the ones most at liberty at the moment..." "How can you know all that?" Alison asked. "I know everything that goes on aboard the POJ," Lao replied, "The ship and I are as one, and I have only to direct my focus to one of my minions and they inform me..." "Do tell," Beatrice mused, "That sounds like a very...handy talent." "It's been known to have its beneficial uses," Lao said dryly, "Ukyo and Shampoo will be here within a few minutes. I will ask my people to dress them accordingly so that they will fit in with the casual motif of my décor..." "Sis," Alison turned to regard Martha again, "Are you sure you're all right?" "Reasonably sure," Martha replied, "The Captain and I were having a nice conversation when you decided to join us, and we hope to get back to it after our business done is done here. Now...I assume that father is doing well?". "Last I checked," Alison replied, "He and Mom are out on another of their missions, which is why they can't be here when I need them to cope with my...problem...but never mind that, Oneechan...what happened to you? Your hair is a mess, and what happened to your costume?" "Nothing bad, Ally-chan," Martha replied, "I've just been...taking in some of the hospitality that Captain Lao has been showing me. Look, do I seem any different to you?" "Actually...yeah," Alison's eyes narrowed, "You seem like you're a lot more relaxed than the last time I saw you, and you don't sit like you've got a stick up your butt..." "Ahem," Beatrice sniffed, "I'm sure we can all thank you for the colorful imagery, Aiko-chan, but as your sister does not appear to be any worse for the wear..." "I'm not, thank you," Martha assured them, "But I am hoping you two might stay a while, give me a chance to get to know you. You sound very well educated, and such an intelligent young girl at your age could only prove to be a good influence on my little sister. I always thought Alison needed someone who could keep up with her, and you do seem to make a...rather interesting couple..." "They do at that," Keiko mused pleasantly, "A couple of what we'll leave to your imagination." "Look," Ryoga spoke up, "I don't know where any of this is leading, but I'd like to hear from Nabiki and Ranma first-hand that they're here and are being treated well. He's my...uh...he's somebody I'd rather no see get hurt, all right?" "I told you that your brother is just fine," Lao replied, "But if it will reassure you, I can have him summoned here in a trice." "Er..." Ryoga said evasively, his tone a bit off-key, "Where did you get the idea that Ranma and I are brothers...?" "I like to keep up with current events," Lao replied, "And besides, you bear a strong family resemblance, though---so far---the tests have proven to be...inconclusive..." "If Nabiki's all right, is it okay if I see her?" Akane asked, "That is...if it's not too much trouble..." "No, no trouble for me," Lao said with a slight hint of evasion in her voice, "But...she might not care to be interrupted at the moment, if you know what I mean..." "Oh?" Keiko arched an eyebrow, "Nabchan...and Perfume...together? Whoah...let's just hope nobody splashes either one of them with cold water..." "Why?" Martha asked, "Will they melt?" "Not exactly," Akane winced slightly, "But it's...kind of complicated..." "What in life isn't these days?" Lao mused, "It comes with the territory of living." "Indeed," Kodachi said, then perked up as she hear a panel side back at one corner of the room, "Ah...two of the prodigal daughters are here at last...and yes, they do seem to be in rather good condition...a bit mussed around the edges, but..." "Very funny," Ukyo said as she and Shampoo entered the room, both dressed in cheonsang one-piece outfits and cradling their blanket-swathed daughters in their arms, "What are you guys doing here, and how did you get here?" "Aiyaa," Shampoo remarked, "Is you here looking for Nabiki and others?" "Hey guys," Akane brightened, "You're all right...fantastic!" "Why shouldn't we be?" Ukyo glanced around, "Where's Ranchan and Nabiki, or Perchan for that matter?" "Oh don't worry," Lao replied, "You'll be seeing them soon enough. In fact one of my people has already been dispatched to summon Saotome, and you should be seeing him in another few minutes...and as for your mutual Airen, well..." she smiled in an altogether knowing manner... Nabiki awoke back to herself having the most peculiar...flavor in her mouth...in fact she came out of her berserker state to an awareness that someone was tonguing her loins and apparently had been doing so for quite some time. That this tongue-work felt so GOOD only made Nabiki arch her back and spread her thighs farther apart as her (as yet unknown) lover probed her sex deeply as if drilling for oil...and surely soon his or her efforts would be yielding a gusher from so much intensive and relentless tongue-lashing. She was a little fuzzy in the memory department. The last coherent thought she could remember having was of being strung up stark naked and left to suffer by herself in a state of uncomfortable semi-arousal. Her arms and legs were being stretched out by her spread-eagled position, and there were coils of rope around both of her naked breasts, forcing them to stand out while other clips had been pinching at her nipples. She had definitely not been comfortable left to hang that way by the mischievous team of Lotus and Blossom, who had made it a point to sadistically tease and torment her sex without allowing her to cum all the way, which left her more than a little irritated, only...she had some vague memory of paying them back...nothing definite, just a very faint impression of achieving a kind of...satisfaction... Somehow she knew that the swirling tongue currently driving her to distraction did not belong to either of Lao's two minions, but the owner of that flexible muscle most certainly knew his or her business. Very rarely had she been eaten out with this much skill and sensitivity...Ranma came to mind, but this did not feel quite like him, nor did it seem like Shampoo's favorite style of cunnalingus. This tongue felt more like a newbie, but not a novice...DEFINITELY she wanted to compliment the owner of that tongue, but for now she was just content to lean her shoulderblades against the deck and squirm a little as she allowed herself to be enjoyed in the way a---four footed animal---would lap up a bowl of war cream. Yes, that's what it felt like...a very distinctive style that was keyed to testing the limits of each nerve ending that was encountered with an aim of shooting sparks right up Nabiki's spine and causing her mind to go white with sudden delight, going right over the edge into a full-blown climax mere instants later as Nabiki ground her hips and cried out triumphantly, finally satisfying her physical needs with one tremendous gut-wrenching, earth-trembling explosion. Her mysterious tormentor promptly clamped her whole mouth over the area and proceeded to lick up every drop of liquid honey that she could find as she hung on to Nabiki while maintaining a steady pressure. The artful way she lapped it up made it seem as if she had feasted on no other kind of meal but pussy for some unfathomable length of time...which reminded Nabiki that she had not eaten anything else either... Well enough, easily remedied, she smiled as she lay back and panted, wrung out and happy at the force of her own climax. She waited until she had sufficiently recovered to roll over onto her side and then attempted to sit up, even as the other party kept a firm lip-lock over her well-wrung loins, affording Nabiki a better view of the one who was pleasuring her with such wild and voracious abandon, denoting a womanly figure, large breasts and distinctively chestnut colored hair, which lead her to conclude that her ravishing admirer was none other than... "Perchan?" Nabiki gasped, mildly surprised by the revelation. The Amazon Enforcer paused in what she was doing and smiled with her best Cheshire-grin, "Nihao, Airen..." "Airen?" Nabiki repeated, "Don't you mean Ucchan...?" "Well, you're the senior Airen to my Airen," Perfume explained, "Which makes you the Airen to my Airen's Airen..." "Never mind," Nabiki said, "What are you doing down there?" "Did you hit your head or something?" Perfume gave her an even more winsome smile, "I should think that was obvious." "Ah...yeah, but..." Nabiki stumbled. "If you mean why am I munching on your carpet, consider it a simple act of self- preservation," Perfume explained, "You went Neko, and it was the only way I could think of talking you out of mauling me. Since playing dead isn't much fun, and you were in your Alpha Female dominant mode, so I just submitted myself to your authority and let you have your fun with me until you managed to calm down enough for me to return the favor..." "I...?" Nabiki blinked, "Oh. Ah...well...I didn't hurt you or anything...did I...?" "Are you kidding?" Perfume replied with a kittenish grin, "I've been hurt a lot worse during practice, and it's a lot more fun being eaten out than it would be getting eaten..." "Eaten?" Nabiki colored, "Ah...well...I don't think I'd...really go that far..." "You didn't see the look you were giving me when you were in Neko mode," Perfume shivered, "Like I was a big, furry mouse that you wanted to have for your dinner. I have to say that if you're going to have fur in your mouth I'd much rather that I was still attached to it and no part of me is torn and bleeding. I understand that they were starving you in addition to being tied up and teased to make you horny. You sure had a lot of pent up energy that you needed to vent, so I just...made myself the target for a little therapeutic venting..." "You did that for me?" Nabiki felt oddly touched by the gesture, "But...you're not angry that I...?" "Well hey," Perfume grinned the more deeply, "You can't rape the willing, and I definitely felt like I owed you a good screw job. So...are you feeling better now? No lingering traces of the Neko?" "Ah...no...I think it's gone," Nabiki sat upright, "Sorry...I never remember what happens when I'm like that...was it good?" Perfume leaned over her and kissed Nabiki on the mouth, allowing the other girl to taste the sweet nectar of her own juices, which were fresh on the palate, giving Nabiki a savor of what she tasted like in a tight clench. "Does that answer your question...Airen?" Perfume asked as she broke the kiss and leaned her forehead up against Nabiki's." "..." was all that Nabiki could say as she licked her lips and enjoyed the sweet savor, then all at once moved forward and planted her own kiss on Perfume's lips, rolling the Amazon to the floor before straddling her, then looking down and gasping, "I'm sorry...I don't know what's come over me, I..." "Why are you apologizing?" Perfume asked as she gazed up adoringly at the lovely face of the older girl, "I want this as much as you do." "Yeah, but..." Nabiki paused, "I can't seem to control myself..." "Then don't," Perfume responded, reaching up to cup Nabiki's face, then drawing her down to chest level so that the Tendo girl could satisfy her own hunger. "KAMI, you smell so good!" Nabiki murmured as she began nuzzling the bare skin of her current sex-partner. "Good enough to eat?" Perfume gasped as she allowed Nabiki to stroke, fondle and caress her with both hands while hungry lips set about doing their work to her full breasts, "Then munch away...I'm ripe and tasty..." "Yes you are," Nabiki agreed, and for the next several minutes she could do nothing else but satisfy her hunger, taking each of Perfume's nipples into her mouth in turn and suckling on them until she could almost swear that she was drawing breast milk, then ravishing the Enforcer down the length of her narrow body, pausing to give special attention to each of Perfume's long legs, roving up their insides and down past the length of her knees to the tips of her perfect feet before languishing for some moments on her heels and ankles, then suckling on a toe to work herself up as the hunger grew strong within her, rubbing her pelvis against Perfume's crotch to give partial relief to the fire in her loins that demanded some relief. Before too long she returned and retraced her steps down Perfume's legs to her inner thighs, and then at last circled around and eventually encircled her loins, and then began to suck down on Perfume's pink meat while thrusting a tongue up into her snatch, flicking her nose against the other girl's clitoris and generally doing everything that she could to make Perfume scream, writhe, groan and cry out in overwhelming excitement. They were noisier than any Porn movie as the sounds of contented munching and slurping filled the air like the warm perfume of two hot female bodies enjoying sex with one another. Of a certainty Perfume had no complaints and even worked around to once again return the favor, taking her own measure of delight in the other girl's embraces before yielding up her own juices to help slake Nabiki's famished hunger. "OHHH---YEEEESSSS!!!" Perfume cried out at last, arching her back and shivering all over as she felt her world turn inside out in one gigantic mind-numbing, total-body shudder. "You like that, huh?" Nabiki said in a roughed voice between slurps, and before Perfume knew it she was being rolled onto all fours with Nabiki positioning herself in the back, "Well...take this...I may not be a guy right now, but I'm still gonna hump you!" Perfume's only reply was to widen the space between her thighs a little and then press her face to the floor as Nabiki asserted her dominance like a true Pack leader, rubbing her loins up against the bare bottom of the Amazon while running her legs around one of Perfume's thighs to achieve a level of double-friction that soon sent both of their minds rocketing into orbit. Perfume was soon reduced to pants and pleas as she was ridden like a pony, her hypersensitive nerves causing each grinding motion of pelvic-action to feel as raw and exciting as though there were a dildo between them. Nabiki soon came from the sheer exhilaration of her dominance and command over the other woman, and Perfume came from the sheer enjoyment of being so dominated by her senior co-wife. It was a scenario in which both women opened their minds and awareness to one another and felt a bond grow stronger that linked them as lovers, not just two women married to the same husband but full-fledged partners who knew their pecking order and were happy to serve in the role of dominant and submissive... But then Nabiki came down off her high and took a hard look at what she was doing, and then she cried, "Noooo...!" "What's wrong?" Perfume asked as she felt Nabiki draw away from her, "This was just getting good..." "But this is what Lao wants!" Nabiki declared, "She wants us to lose sight of our individual preferences and desires so that we can think of nothing else but screwing one another..." "So?" Perfume asked as she sat upright, "You say that like it's a bad thing." "It is!" Nabiki said, "It's...sick! I was treating you like an object just now...I was making you squat down and take it from me like you were...like you were some kind of slave..." "It's true that I don't approve of everything that my cousin does," Perfume replied, "But you weren't doing anything right now that I didn't want you to do. I've no problem acknowledging you as the dominant pack member in our little family unit. There's nothing wrong in my opinion with submitting to your will...you are the senior wife in our household, that means that you have the right to command me." "But I wasn't trying to command anyone!" Nabiki protested, "Per-chan...I care more about you than that...I think of you as a person..." "I never thought you thought of me as anything else but a person," Perfume replied, reaching down and taking one of Nabiki's hands and holding it up to her breast, "You see this? A simple act of affection doesn't make me feel degraded...if anything I'm glad you find me personally attractive and desirable...I'd be a whole lot more disappointed if you didn't. What we're doing here is consensual...I give you my consent to do with me as you will through sex...it doesn't make me think any less of you if you take advantage of my inferior status, and don't even try pretending with me that you weren't getting off on riding me like a mountain pony. It's what you live for...just ask my cousin." "Er...well..." Nabiki responded as she felt the heavy breast that was in her hand, admiring its firmness, shape and texture. "I know you've wanted to screw me from almost the first minute that we met," Perfume replied, "So why should you suddenly be having scruples about it now? You've always said that when opportunity comes knocking that only a fool fails to seize it." "Ah...well...actually," Nabiki colored slightly, "The first time I met you I was thinking more along the lines of escaping...from you and your axes...but later...well...after you calmed down and got engaged to Ucchan..." "You started seeing me more as a person," Perfume finished for her, "That's very sweet, but it doesn't let you off the hook. Either you screw me now or I'll screw you so hard that they'll have to pry you off the floor with a pair of pliers..." "Is that a threat...or a promise?" Nabiki asked as she began to calm down and started playing with Perfume's nipple. "Take your pick," Perfume leered, but before she could lean forward the door to their chamber opened and in stepped Madam Lao, fully clothed and carrying a folded bundle. "Glad to see you two are getting along so well," she tossed the bundle of clothing to the floor and added, "Put these on and come with me. I think you've had enough break time together." "Put these on...?" Nabiki eyed the clothing bundle suspiciously, "What's going on? What are you up to now, Lao?" "Oh, nothing much," Lao replied, "We have company and I think I've found an interested buyer who would like to see the merchandise in packaging more to his tastes..." "WHAT?" Nabiki cried archly. "I'm just kidding," Lao grinned broadly, "You should see your face right now...priceless!" "What are you really up to, Cousin?" Perfume frowned, in no more hurry to examine the bundle than Nabiki. "Actually, at the moment, I'm playing hostess to your friends who have come all this way to see you," Lao explained, "Your sister, Akane, is here with Ryoga, Keiko and Kodachi...as well as a couple more of your friends whom I believe you wished to talk to..." "Who...?" Nabiki started to say when realization caused her to provide her own answer, "Beiko...and Aiko?" "Got it in one," Lao smiled, "They are guests but I have not detained them...here under a friendship truce, and they have been asking to see you...rather insistent on it, as a matter of fact. They must think that I've done something horrible and abusive to the both of you...imagine..." "Yeah," Nabiki growled, "Just imagine..." "I'm on my way to find your husband next, if you'd care to tag along," Lao continued, "And since I am feeling generous at the moment, I won't even put restraints on either one of you, despite going against my wishes by leaving the seraglio without permission." "How generous of you," Perfume sniffed, then added, "Not." Nabiki examined the clothing bundle, discovering that there were two light Cheosong silk dresses (with no undergarments, of course) made from ornately woven silken material, very fashionable and attractive looking, but still she frowned, reluctant to accept anything that Lao had to offer. "Come along now," Lao urged, "You don't want to keep your sister waiting, do you?" "Well...if you have Akane, then I guess I don't have much of a choice, do I?" Nabiki grumbled, holding up the thin material for closer inspection. "Oh, I assure you, she's no prisoner of mine," Lao replied, "If anything that honor should go to Kodachi, who appears to have recruited your sister as her personal apprentice. If you have any doubts, go ask her yourself." "Oh, don't worry, I will," Nabiki glowered as she put on the cheonsang, noting with resentment how high up it rode on her thighs, which meant---due to a lack of panties---that bending down would most likely prove...awkward...and not just because the tight material felt as though it could burst apart if she breathed too deeply. "Aiyaa," Perfume remarked as she glanced down at the way her own outfit played off her substantial bustline, "I feel like a hooker..." "I'll buy you one later," Lao promised, "But for now, you don't want to keep your Airen and cousin waiting, do you?" "Ukyo and Shampoo are also there?" Nabiki said sharply. "But of course," Lao replied, "After all, this is a family get-together, and I want to show everyone that you are both being well treated. And besides, you must be hungry...for regular food...after so much hard work keeping each other company, I will be happy to provide you with all that you need..." "But..." Perfume paused, then decided to complete her thought anyway, "Won't our friends and Airen be upset with you when they find out what you were doing to Nabiki?" "That all depends upon you," Lao smiled, "Feel free to tell them everything, including what you two were just doing here together." "Ah..." Perfume thought about it and looked somewhat...reluctant. Nabiki also contemplated what it would be like to explain her own ordeal...and cringed a little at having to describe her previous bound and gagged status to Ranma, so instead she growled, "Damn you." "A little late for that, don't you think?" Lao turned around and led the way out of the chamber, "This way...I wouldn't want you getting lost. We're convening this in the seraglio, so everyone be on your best behavior, for there will be children present." "One of these days..." Nabiki murmured softly. "I think that's what she wants from you," Perfume replied. "Huh?" Nabiki asked, "What do you mean?" "Well, think about it," Perfume said, "You defeat her or kill her, you inherit the ship. You lose and she gets to do whatever she wants with you, not to mention the rest of us. I'd suggest we don't play along with her game or give her any more excuses to go any farther than she has. It's not just us involved in this anymore, this now concerns the others." Nabiki drew in a long, sharp breath then sighed, "You're probably right about that, Perchan, but still...there are times when I really want to kick her ass from here to Calcutta." "I'll help you if it comes to that," Perfume assured, "But for now we have to behave like this is just another cruise ship and not actually a floating prison. I'm sure the others will be smart enough to pick up enough hints to know from us what we're really up against." "I hope you're right," Nabiki turned to the lovely girl at her side and said, "You know, you make a pretty good adviser. I could use counseling like that more often." "I live to serve your needs, Airen," Perfume reverted to sex kitten mode and leered, "In any capacity that pleases you the most." "Ah..." Nabiki turned away, grateful that she was indeed still female, because if she had been in her male aspect and heart the pretty pussycat beside her talk like that, then he would have had trouble walking straight. Instead she and Perfume filed out together after the amorous ships captain, leaving unstated the fact that they both were still sexually aroused and definitely interested in still screwing with one another in spite of all the sex that they had so far indulged, which definitely meant that this was going to be one VERY awkward and uncomfortable meeting. The one concern for Nabiki here---outside of finding and being reunited with Shampoo---was finding out what had been keeping Ranma from coming to her rescue. She silently swore that if he were playing with another pretty girl while she had been suffering the torments of the damned (and merchandisable) then she was going to rip his foolish head off. Just which head she meant was open to speculation, but for now she had to bide her time, content that she was at least unchained, unbound and unfettered, a status that could be altered at any moment depending on the perverse whims of a sex-crazed lady pirate...DEFINITELY the thing that one needed to liven up an already convoluted honeymoon scene of wanton excess and debauchery on board the Luxury Love Barge known as the POJ esquire, where all perverted ideas could become reality at the drop of a tentacle... ...And probably would the way her luck was definitely headed... Continued. Comments/Criticisms/Continental Drifting: shadowmane@ridgenet.net Lao sits down to dinner with the gang as yet one more uninvited guest makes her appearance, but will the stakes here escalate, or does the amorous lady pirate have yet one more ace card remaining to be played? And what of Ryonami and Kasumi? Does Beatrice have her own backup plan in store "just in case" it becomes necessary? Stay with us for next time when the gang returns in: "Burning Hearts for Sale," or "The Power of Positive Attraction..." be there!