DNabikiTHCh14 Nabiki 1/2 "A Very Scary Thought!" by Jim Robert Bader (Inspired by the works of Rumiko Takahashi & Others, including guys far too numerous to mention, let alone list here, and what did they ever do to me anyway?) Part Fourteen. HENTAI ALERT---YOU KNOW THE DRILL BY NOW! ANYONE CAUGHT READING THIS WHO IS UNDER THE AGE OF CONSENT AND/OR WITHOUT A PARENT OR GUARDIAN WILL BE SEVERELY NOOGIED! THIS FIC CONTAINS BONDAGE, DISCIPLINE, SADO-MASOCHISM, BISEXUALITY, BESTIALITY, ANAL AND ORAL SEX, SUPERHEROINE ABUSE, COMPULSORY AND NON-VOLENTARY SEX, THE UNLAWFUL USE OF A KRAKEN AND THE USE OF ENOUGH ROPE TO TIE DOWN A MAJOR BRIDGE! THERE ARE SOME PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD WHO HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT, DON'T YOU KNOW? POOR BASTARDS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Ryonami was startled out of a light nap by a rapping at the door to the apartment. She cleared sleep out of her fatigued eyes and looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings, belatedly recalling that she was house-sitting for her friends Alison and Beatrice, who were away on...important business. She combed her hair out of her eyes and stood up from the computer desk at which she had fallen asleep (what time before? It was light out, so it must now be morning...) waiting for some news that would assure her that her friends were safe and sound, especially her Sempai. Whoever was calling at this time of the morning had better have a good reason for interrupting her as she padded to the door, then took a look through Beatrice's special one-way mirror "filter" just to be sure it was not the landlord. One second later she hastily disarmed Beatrice's home security system and unlatched the door, staring out at the two people waiting on the other side with fully alert attention. "You?" she gasped, "I mean...oh wow...ah...domo arigato..." "Hello," said a tall, dark haired man in a three-piece suit wearing glasses, "Miss Ryonami-san...I believe you made a phone call a while ago trying to reach us about our daughter?" "Yes, I did," Ryonami blinked, "How did you find me?" "It's what we do for a living," said the dark haired woman (ageless Gaijin beauty, Ryonami noted) beside the tall (and powerfully built) man, "Has our Aiko-chan been in any trouble lately? Please tell us, we need to know..." "Uh...trouble?" Ryonami took a moment deciding how to answer that, "Well...she's pregnant..." "We already know about that," the tall man said ruefully, "Has something happened to her and her...roommate, Beatrice?" "Well," Ryonami ran her fingers through her hair and said, "They left me here to guard the fort while they went off on a really important mission. They're not the ones in danger though...at least...not that I know for certain..." "Perhaps it would help if you explain the situation from the beginning," the tall woman said helpfully, "What could be so urgent that it would make Aiko-chan run off with my plane in her condition?" "Er, well...won't you come inside, please?" Ryonami stepped back and urged them to comply, and soon they were gathered before the computer monitor as she made a hasty explanation of the events of the past day, leaving out only what Beatrice had been doing snooping on their friends during their honeymoon and sticking to the major pertinent questions. "I see," the tall man said after studying the equipment with a hard glance, "So, you were spying on your friends when they got taken by a high seas pirate, and this display shows their last known position." "Interesting encryption codes Daitokuji-san uses," the woman---Diana was her name---said as she sat down and did some quick finger taps at the keyboard to confirm her own suspicions, "It's not for nothing that she's a certified genius, just like her grandfather before her." "Yeah," the tall man winced slightly, "Kind of runs in the family, doesn't it? You wouldn't happen to have a name for this particular pirate they went out to confront, would you?" "Hai," Ryonami bowed, "Madam Lao, a Chinese Amazon turned exile from her people..." "MADAM LAO???" both older man and woman said together. "Uh...yes..." Ryonami blinked, "Do you know her?" "Uh...well..." the dark haired man exchanged a look with his equally dark haired wife and for a moment there was plain reluctance written over both of their features. "We've...had an encounter with her in the past," the dark haired Diana replied, "She certainly does...run to a pattern..." "This is bad," the dark haired man remarked, "Aiko-chan can't have any idea what she's getting into here..." "You mean other than the fact that Madam Lao is a pirate, smuggler and Enslaver of young women?" Ryonami asked, "Not to mention the Mistress of the Tsunami School of martial arts?" "Well...she is that...and a lot more..." the dark haired man said reluctantly. "It gets worse," Diana remarked, "According to these logs, Aiko and Beatrice-san landed my plane on her ship about fourteen hours ago, somewhere around the coordinates of one hundred twenty-seven degrees longitude, eighteen degrees latitude, give or take a few minutes in either direction. "Six hour ago," the dark haired man calculated, "And at the speed which Lao's ship can travel, she might be anywhere off the Philippine coast by now, probably headed for Mindanao." "Are you going to go find her and rescue my friends?" Ryonami asked hopefully. "Actually..." the man hesitated, exchanging a nervous look with his wife. "It wouldn't be too prudent for us to confront her too directly," Diana said, "But, fortunately, we know someone who can." "Right," the tall man---Clark was it?---nodded grimly, "I'll get on the horn and notify him that his lady-friend has been up to her usual antics, and--- fortunately---he does owe us a favor." "I'll dial the number," Diana noted as she picked up the phone receiving by the workstation. "Domo," Ryonami said gratefully, wondering why these two very powerful individuals would be so nervous about this Madam Lao person, but in spite of her anxiety and concern about Nabiki and the others she could not help asking, "Er...if there is time...would it be too much trouble to ask you for something...?" "Yes?" the tall man replied, "Is there some way we can repay you for letting us know what Alison has been getting into?" "Could I have your autographs?" Ryonami asked, smiling shyly. That got a "blink-blink" look from both people, but the tall man shrugged and said, "Why not? Got a pen handy?" Ryonami handed him a book and a pen and found herself blushing as she watched the man sign his name in elegant scripture, both in Japanese Kanji and English Romanji. The woman at the computer station did the same, then turned into the receiver in her hand and said, "{Hello, Frank? Guten Tag. We need to talk business, have you got a spare minute...?}" For the second time in almost twenty-four hours Nabiki awoke with a peculiar taste in her mouth and no clear memory of how it had gotten there. All she knew was that she felt naked and...warm in some special way, and that a very soft body was laying beside her, stretched out and supine with the sort of contented bliss that resulted from intense, orgiastic sex-play, and evidently quite female with nice padding in all the right places. Her first thought was that she was either with Perfume or Shampoo, but the scent was slightly different, a bit more...briny...but in a pleasant sort of way, like the smell of whale musk lightly tinged with a hint of willow bark and saffron. "Ah," a familiar voice purred, "Awake at last, are you?" Nabiki's eyes went wide with shock. Very slowly she turned her head to gaze up into the face of the woman upon whose shoulder she had been resting, praying fervently to her ancestors that she would not see what she knew intuitively that she would see...sea-foam green colored hair and a pair of reddish-pink eyes that could turn tawny gold in an instant, and a pleasant face that was straight out of her most forbidden nightmares, that tell-tale trademark leer in place like the great cat that had just eaten the proverbial canary. "Nihao," Lao said in sensuously pleasant tones, "Have a nice nap...Airen?" Nabiki's subsequent scream could be heard from one end of the ship to the other, especially in the ship seraglio, where many concerned parties were currently gathered... "What was that?" Ukyo winced. "I think Nabiki just came out of Neko Mode," Perfume replied, "Only I don't think she was as pleasantly surprised as when she found herself with me." Ukyo turned an appalled look towards her wife, "Nabiki went NEKO with you? But..." "I'm still alive?" Perfume asked in amused tones, "Not beaten black and blue to a bloody pulp? Thanks for noticing, Airen." "Aiyaa," Shampoo reacted faintly, "How cousin talk Airen out of Nekoken state?" "Yeah," Akane winced, "Weren't you in danger from her going berserker like that?" "Oh, I managed to...convince her not to hurt me," Perfume half-smiled, "I used Anything Goes Kama Sutra on her, and that managed to quiet her down?" "Anything Goes Kama Sutra?" Ryoga repeated. "There is such a thing?" Kodachi wondered. "There is now," Perfume replied with a kittenish kind of grin. "Only I don't think Nabchan's going to be so easy to talk down when it comes to the captain if she's reverted to her other state," Keiko sniffed, "Serve her right if my lady chomps down on her like a tasty little morsel." "Aiyaa," Shampoo murmured faintly, being concerned while sympathizing with her absent wife's current status. "I don't know about this," Lila chaffed, "I don't feel right about letting the captain go off with those two young people. Just because she defeated them in combat..." "I don't like it either," Martha said, "But I agreed to abide by a truce with the captain for the duration, and I have to admit that young girl did push her luck back there, and her husband with her. I just hope the captain won't be too harsh with them..." "Oh, you may be assured of that," Mei Ling, one of the concubines attending them, replied, "The Mistress has given her word that no harm will come to either of them. She is many things, but our Mistress does not lie or break a promise..." "At least not when anyone can catch her in the act," Wan Kum, another concubine, noted, "And it's way too obvious for her to abuse guest privileges, even with guests who do abuse their privileges." "Yeah, well...I feel sorry for Nabiki," Alison groused, "Picking a fight with the captain may not be the smartest thing she's ever done, but I...can't entirely blame her..." "Neither can I," Beatrice remarked, "Though the timing of her challenge is somewhat suspect." "That's putting it mildly," Keiko snorted, "Nabiki gets in a snit-fit and expects the rest of us to fall in line...which is typical. It never even occurs to her that some of us wouldn't mind sticking around for a few days since my Lady had graciously offered to give us safe conduct. I mean...really, what is her problem?" "Now Kei-chan," Kodachi cooed, "That is hardly fair. You know that Nabiki was only thinking of what she imagined to be our best interests, and I hardly think that she needs be condemned for having a crisis of conscience." "Maybe so," Akane said, "But I don't like the way that the captain just up and decided that she and Ranma needed to be punished. So they lost the fight, does that mean she gets to torture them about it?" "Spoils of war," a concubine named Chow Mien shrugged prettily, "If you challenge the Mistress within her own domain, you should expect to pay a price, right?" "Makes perfect sense to me," said a blonde named Ambidextra, the concubine beside her, "If anything I'm amazed at how much restraint the Mistress has shown to date. If anyone else had said those kinds of nasty things about her they'd be strung up by their boobs from the rafters and used like a piñata." "Is the captain really that harsh?" Martha asked, "Somehow with me she seemed more...gentle..." "The Mistress responds to each situation with only as much force as she deems appropriate," Chow Mien replied, "In some cases she can be harsh, but never unfair. She is cruel only when necessary, and her kindness far exceeds her cruelty. I have never seen or heard about her treating anyone with less respect than they genuinely warrant..." "But who decides what they warrant?" Ryoga asked, "I don't like the idea of my...brother being stuck in a place like this, doing who knows what with the Captain..." "No need to fear for Ranma's part," Kodachi reassured, "It will all work out all right in the end. You can trust Madam Lao, she did right by me, and I will forever be grateful. Which reminds me...you have duties of your own to perform, apprentice." "Oh, right," Akane smiled sheepishly, and moved to position herself so that her face was once more nestled between the Black Rose's thighs, and without further preamble she began performing cunnalingus. "Yesss..." Kodachi arched her back and leaned against the pillows that presently formed her bedding, "You do that so well...feel free to take advantage of her service entrance, Ryoga-kun...Akane-chan will be busy with me...for the next few hours at least..." "Uh...well..." Ryoga said reluctantly. "If you don't want to take her by the other end, big guy," Keiko leered, "Then I sure will!" Akane went to work in earnest plying her tongue against Kodachi, who set aside her wine cup so as not to spill a drop of what she had been drinking, and clearly the youngest Tendo girl had no complaints about "servicing" her best friend in such a manner. She even wiggled her fanny suggestively as if encouraging someone to come play with her, which Keiko promptly did, much to the amazement and consternation of a hesitant (but very aroused) Ryoga. "Um..." Lila said after several moments of watching a lesbian lick-fest in progress (and clearly quite intrigued by the performance art), "So...what is it you people do around here...besides screwing, that is?" "Oh, we do a lot of screwing," a concubine named Wa-Ten grinned broadly, "But there are other things that fill our time besides that." "Around here we only have three basic rules," Mantra, yet another concubine, only this time a Gaijin with dark hair, said as she held up her fingers to count these points off, "One...the Captain's word is law, and we must always respect the will of our Mistress. We must always be available for satisfying her needs, and we must never wear clothing within the seraglio unless it is with her express permission." "We also need to keep up our good appearances by regular exercise and a properly balanced diet," added Tantra, the redheaded girl beside her, "Also...fighting and arguing within the group must be settled by formal challenge, to be supervised by our lady. Other than that we basically get along in here and are free to do whatever we like as long as we maintain the harmony of the Harem." "We can read, watch videos, do chores, cook, clean house, watch the kids, or perform any of a number of other duties that appeal to us," said Mandy, another blonde concubine sitting next to the others, "Many of us have regular jobs that we perform when we're not off-duty or on call to the Mistress. There's never any end to the number of things that you can find to do around here..." "It never boring, that's for sure," chuckled a sandy-haired concubine by the name of---not surprisingly---Sandy, "And when we're not playing with each other, we sometimes help the Mistress out with training thee new slave girls. That's a lot of fun, especially working over the newbies." "They always come on board so confused and frightened about what awful fate awaits them," mused Suite Anne Lo, yet another peculiarly named concubine, "But after a few days they start to relax and get with the program...all but the hard cases, and we usually leave those to the tender mercies of the Mistress." "Hard cases?" Martha asked, "Is that what you call the ones who object to being a part of this...program of yours?" "Well...one in ten girls who comes on board ship is really not cut out for the lifestyle of being a slave girl," Mei Ling admitted, "There's no sense trying to bend them into shape, because they're never going to fit in around here. We usually isolate them and sort them out, then when we hit port the Mistress sets them ashore to fend for themselves with a nice stipend for all their troubles." "She lets them go?" Lila asked. "Not much point in keeping them around if they're never going to turn a profit," Wan Kum answered, "The lucky girls wind up here becoming a part of our family, the ones who have the talents to be great slave girls get sold to interested buyers who meet the approval of the Mistress, and the ones who don't fit in just get left behind to resume their lives, or whatever it was they were doing before they were snatched." "You make it sound like they're the unfortunate ones," Martha frowned, "What kind of women are we talking about anyway?" "Well," Chow Mien replied, "The Mistress calls them the Invincibles...women who- --for one reason or another---are too strong-willed and independent to ever become effective submisives. There's just a certain class of human being who never submits no matter what encouragements you give them, so they aren't cut out to either be slaves or dominatrixes, like us. Some girls here can go either way, depending on who holds the lash, and then there are the real sadists who LIKE inflicting pain on others..." "Those you have to watch out for," another girl pointed out, "They're likely to wind up as Matrons or attendants." "But doesn't your captain ever...get rid of someone in a more...permanent manner?" Lila asked. "You mean does she kill them if they don't pan out?" said Wa-Ten (the concubine who seemed the most expert of those present) replied, "Not really. A few girls, maybe, but mostly those who try to give the Mistress too much trouble. It doesn't happen too often, but every now and then you get a really bad apple, somebody who's just plain mean and vicious. Letting them go isn't really an option, but I'd call that self-defense, not murder." "There's a side to our Lady that you have yet to see," Keiko said somberly from where she was busy "servicing" a groaning Akane, "Madam Lao was cursed by her first husband, who used her cruelly, and as a consequence...well...my lady is part Tiger. If you see her in her other form, you will understand the sort of...urges that she has learned to control...but they are there beneath the surface should anyone be foolish enough to cross her one time too often." "Cursed...in what way?" Martha asked. "Jusenkyo," Beatrice replied, "The cursed springs at the heart of ancient China, where creatures that had drowned in the pools leave their mark for whatever unwary person next dares to cross their path. With a splash of cold water a victim loses their natural shape, to be restored only with warm water..." "You mean...the way these two changed shape a while back when we all got splashed?" Lila nodded to Kodachi and Keiko---who were busy having an "Akane sandwich"---then to Perfume with a dubious expression. "I'm afraid so," Perfume said, "The legacy of my country. I turn into a cat whenever I get wet, and with warm water I revert to human." "Kodachi becomes a ferret and Keiko turns into a Vulture," Ukyo added, "And we know a guy back home who turns into a panda, another guy who even turns into an ape..." "So, what does the captain turn into?" Lila asked. "A tiger," Ukyo replied, "Of the three-hundred-plus kilogram variety." "A tiger," Martha repeated blandly, "Ooookay...and I thought I'd seen everything..." "You can see for yourself if you like," a concubine said, "Only the Mistress--- unlike most Jusenkyo victims---has gained a limited control over her own curse and can change form at will. Of course this also means that she takes on many of the aspects of a Tiger even when in human form, but---for the most part---it seems like a reasonable trade-off." "Problem is," Perfume noted, "Nabiki is deathly afraid of cats, and anything that reminds her of cats has the potential of turning her Neko...it's a berserker state of mind whenever she finds she can't get away from felines...she becomes a feline in order to adapt...all because of a stupid training maneuver taught to her by her idiot uncle..." "Of course Nabchan has her own curse care of Jusenkyo," Ukyo again shrugged, "The others may turn into animals, but Nabiki..." "Turns into a man," Alison replied, "And quite a handsome one, if you're into that sort of thing," she said with an ironic lilt aimed at her partner, who tried to look innocently elsewhere. "Is very manly man," Shampoo cooed, singing her Airen's praises, "Nabiki is more man than most man, save only for Ranma..." "A man?" Martha said, "A girl who turns into a man when she gets wet? Now that's...disturbing..." "That's not the only thing that's disturbing," Alison eyed her older sister, "You've gone native on me, Oneechan, and that's a whole 'nuther level of disturbing. What happened to you to make you feel comfortable with hanging out all around with us Hentai?" "You're not Hentai, Ally-chan," Martha insisted, "I mean...I'm pretty disturbed at the things you've been going through, but there's not much about those of us with Kryptonian blood that goes for normal, is there? "No," Alison admitted, "But seeing you hang out in the nude and make a play with Joan's girlfriend..." "I'm as surprised as you about that," Martha gave a surprisingly affectionate look to Lila, who studied her back with raised eyebrows, "But we Meta-humans make our compromise with the strange and unusual on a daily basis, and by the time you get to be my age...well...I've seen a lot more of the universe than you obviously think I have, young lady. I'm not quite the old frump you probably thought I was...I...I was young like you once, and I made my share of...mistakes...and...other things..." "Mistake?" Alison turned to face her sister fully, "Is that what you think I've done? Make a mistake? You think what Beiko and I did..." Martha raised a hand to still the tirade, "I didn't mean that at all...I mean...there was once a time, a couple of decades ago...when I...made a choice that I've since lived to regret. I was only a couple of years older than you at the time, and I thought I was just being youthful and impulsive. I tried to bury the memory and forget all about it, but some things just don't stay buried, and they live in our hearts even after we think those opportunities are lost to us forever." "Huh?" Alison blinked, "What are you talking about, Oneechan? What opportunities..." Beatrice suddenly sat up more alertly with her eyes focused on her nominal "sister-in-law," and then shrewdly said, "You loved someone yourself...a woman...and you turned your back on that love because you didn't think it was what you really wanted." "What?" Alison turned from her sister to her lover and back again with a disbelieving expression. "Yes," Martha nodded slowly, "I...loved someone very dearly...before I met my husband and had Joan. She meant the whole world to me...and I...turned my back on her...and what she meant to me...so that I could live what I thought was a 'normal' life..." "But like you said," Ukyo remarked, "Normal just ain't what us heroic types are cut out for, right?" "Lao made me see the truth," Martha nodded slowly, "She made me face those memories that I...wasn't strong enough to face by myself. It was at a dead end in my life just a few days ago, no husband, no happiness and no future in my outlook, and then---like a flash of light---I suddenly realized what I gave up all those years ago, all because I thought it was wrong, unnatural..." "Unnatural?" Shampoo asked with a puzzled expression, "Love is love, what unnatural about that?" "But I thought it was against the will of God that I should give myself to another of my own sex," Martha sighed, "I was that naïve about it...God forgive me..." "Things are never quite what they seem, Kent-san," a concubine with the appropriate nick-name of "Mangos" (for her dusky skin, exotic looks and very large chest size) observed, "Especially when it comes to religious matters." Just then Kodachi cried out in pleasurable screams as she threw back her head to the ceiling and gave thanks to the Kami-sama. Akane's groans were muffled, while Keiko seemed to be having just as good a time of it on the other end. Their combined cries, moans and slurping noises were enough to briefly sidetrack the line of their conversation, but when they died down Perfume broke their own silence by saying, "You know...I think those three have the right idea. All this talking and moping around just isn't any fun." "But isn't that the point that Nabiki was making?" Ukyo asked, "Letting ourselves get distracted with all this making out together...we're just falling into the trap Lao set for us...betrayed by our baser reflexes and all that..." "You'd rather be moody and unhappy?" a concubine asked, "Tell us what you find so objectionable about us, our lifestyle and our lady? Do you think that we're being forced to have a good time, or that we're blind to the alternatives? Or is this still about the idea that we're all mind-controlled puppets dancing to the tune of our lady?" "Nabiki thinks so," Ryoga said, distracted from watching the threesome going at it hot and heavy. "Oh yeah?" a younger concubine asked, "And do you always take everything your Nabiki says at face value?" "Well...basically, yeah," Ukyo shrugged, "With the exception of Beiko here, she's the smartest one among us." "Well, it's the same way with our Mistress," that concubine continued, "We trust her implicitly, but we also trust our judgement, and it's pretty damned insulting to be told that we're just mindless because we don't agree with you outsiders." "Easy there," Perfume urged, "We're not your enemies, in fact, some of us are on your side. I agree that Nabiki had a point back there, but she carried it too far. There's no point in antagonizing our cousin in the lair of her own stronghold, and I think Nabiki's finding that out for herself this very moment." "Aiyaa," Shampoo averred, "Shampoo hope Nabiki no in too-too much trouble with cousin. Is very bad the thing she do if much-much angry, and Shampoo no know what do about it." "Same as the rest of us, Sugar," Ukyo sighed, "Sit back and play it by ear. When the opportunity is right, then we act, but not until then, especially not with our kids in the middle of the action." "Oh, our Mistress would never allow any harm to come to your daughters," a Mei Ling reassured. "It's not your mistress I'm worried about," Ukyo assured them, "Even with the best of intentions, when it comes to fighting it's the innocent who usually wind up getting hurt." "How well I know that," Martha sighed, exchanging looks with Lila, "In the past I've treated you unfairly, and for what it's worth, I'm sorry about that. I blamed you for corrupting my daughter when, in fact, it was my own neglect of Joan that I was condemning. I can't ask you to forgive me, Lila, but..." "There's nothing to forgive," Lila smiled, "You've given me Joan, and that's all ever needed." "You mean you intend to go through with this ownership thing?" Alison asked. "Oh yeah," Lila nodded with a sad little smile, "Big time. I've been wanting to pull her chains for ages, and now that I've got the excuse I've always wanted..." "Joan might not accept the terms of this contract," Martha cautioned, "It's only legally binding on Lao's ship and no where else." "Then I guess here is where we have to make it count, don't we?" Lila smiled in a practical sort of way, "And as long as the captain is offering to help me, who am I to refuse her time-tested methods? I know it may be a bit unusual, but..." "A wise decision, if I may say so," Wan Kum agreed, "The Mistress will help you, and your lover may even learn to thank you for it." "We'll see about that," Martha smiled, "But I think the young lady here has a very good point, all this moping around and being serious isn't getting us anywhere. I'd much rather talk about other, more pleasant subjects, such as...what I'll be doing when I go back to America. I think I'll look up Helena and try and see if we can find some closure on the matter..." "Helena?" Alison blanched, "You mean...you and Aunt Helena, the one who's a District Attorney back in Gotham?" "I'm surprised you even remember her Martha remarked, "You were barely even six the last time that we were all together as a family..." "Who is this Helena?" Beatrice wondered. "Someone...with whom I used to share a great deal in common," Martha stared off into space with a faintly wistful expression, "In that both of us have tried to follow in the footsteps of our fathers, only to find those shoes just didn't fit right. She and I used to be able to chat around for ages...we used to call ourselves the World's Finest girlfriends..." "Was she pretty?" Ukyo asked. "She was beautiful...still is, in fact," Martha sighed, "Long legs, a nice figure...she had the cutest little mole on her buttox..." "And you'd still like to screw her, eh?" Perfume asked. "Oh yes," Martha heaved a sigh, "Still...if she'll ever let me..." "Weird," Alison shook her head, "I just can't get my mind around the idea of you as a tail-chaser, Sis. You've always acted as if you thought only mental cases and perverts ever got involved in same-sex relationships..." "I know," Martha sighed, "That was mostly just an act. I guess...in a lot of ways...I'm not quite as stuck up and conservative as even I've believed I was over the years...I guess maybe an old bitch like me can still learn some new tricks..." "There now, Mother-in-law," Lila paused to smile, "You don't mind if I call you that, do you?" "Only if you don't mind when I spank you," Martha countered. "Tempting," Lila drawled, "But I need to save myself for Joan. I think screwing her mother might not be exactly the best way of calming her down when she gets loose from that Kraken thingie...of course you never know with Joan, she might actually be that...kinky..." "Let's find out together the next time we see her, shall we?" Martha gently mused, and a look passed between the two women that as much as said that any separation between them that might have existed before was effectively ended. Ukyo and the others smiled as they watched this "reconciliation" in progress, but then she sighed and added, "I just hope Ranchan and Nabchan will be all right...wherever they are right now." "Shampoo hope that cousin no be too hard with Airen," Shampoo agreed." "Oh, I wouldn't worry too much," Perfume remarked, "In spite of what I said before, Nabiki is very resilient, and Saotome can get pretty creative when he gets cornered. Whatever cousin Lao is planning with them both, I'm sure that at least one of them is on top of the situation..." "Now really," Lao pouted, "I know you don't trust me, but is that anyway to act? You don't exactly number the ability to walk through walls among your various talents, now do you?" "G-G-Get away from me!" Nabiki said as she stood at the far end of the room with her back against the wall, eyeing Lao as though she were still in Tiger form rather than naked and (quite noticeably) a human woman. "Now there," Lao sniffed, "You don't really think that I'm going to pressure you on this, do you? It was hardly a formal challenge situation, and you weren't even consciously aware of yourself for the good parts when you had your evil way with me..." "When I...?" Nabiki's eyes got---if anything---even wider and she looked as though she were ready to faint, or throw up, or both... "Oh yes," Lao said as she curled up her legs and smiled rather fondly, "You were male at the time, and acting in full Tomcat mode, but there was no mistaking the way you took possession of the situation---and me---exactly as you tried to do during our first encounter. Remember that, how you had me bent down and at your mercy,, only to be interrupted at the last instant before you were ready to claim and dominate me? Oh yes...I've thought long and hard of that event ever since we parted company in Hong Kong..." Nabiki blanched as she remembered the incident, coming out of her Nekoken state only to find that she had the Tigress down and bent to position, and with his fully-erect male member poised and ready to open her, heedless of the fact that this bestiality would have been against her conscious, human beliefs. But then she thought of Lao in human mode, bent down in that position, and---if anything---felt even more disturbed by the sensation of familiarity, as if she had actually done it that way while in her more recent Neko-state, only instead of entering a tiger, the pussy she had plunged her male meat into was... ...A flash of memory...of Lao bent down with her face pressed against the floor, Nabiki-Neko-kun poised behind her with a savage snarl that as much as said, "Don't move, Bitch!" Lao remained very still, in spite of a faint trembling of excitement as Nabiki-kun entered her exposed pussy, plunging deep into the depths of the Lao's most intimate moistness and forcing her to take in all twenty-three centimeters of hard masculine sausage. Very slowly he began to build up a rhythm until he began to ride her vigorously, forcing her to submit and acknowledge his superior status... ...Lao only groaned slightly and accepted her ravaging without complaint, accepting easily his dominance as Nabiki-kun sank in all the way and pulled out again, over and over. All the time he was snarling, daring her to challenge his authority. How dare this impudent female think herself superior to him? He would teach her to respect his virility, to bow down and kiss the token of his manhood and to thank him for gracing her with the potency of his manhood... It was just a flash of memory, something rare for her as she seldom recalled even that much from the other times when the Neko had possessed her. It operated on the level of raw animal instinct and disdained human consciousness, ripping apart the civilized façade to expose the raw beast that was inside her, which was one very good reason why she hated surrendering herself to her creature side for any reason. It was hard enough picking up the pieces in the aftermath of one of her feline outbursts, but to couple it with the situation that she and Lao had been in when the pirate went Tiger on her... "You didn't...?" Nabiki swallowed, trying to force back just enough of the memory fragment to insure that she had not been THAT far gone into the Neko. "Oh, I changed back to human form just before you did the dirty deed, if that's what you mean," Lao answered, "I wouldn't want to violate your principles like that, even if you are a more assertive person while under the influence of the Neko. You may lie to yourself about it, but your animal state knows the truth behind your feelings. You've been attracted to me all along and simply have refused to admit it, even within the security of your own thoughts. I just used the Nekoken to bring out your hidden desires, the REAL reason why you are so intent on treating me as if I were the very devil incarnate." "You're crazy!" Nabiki blurted out in a feeble attempt at denying the accusation. "Are we back to that already?" Lao replied, "This isn't about me or my relative mental state, it's about you and why you never want to let your guard down around me. You think I'll have my way with you and force you to confront a side of yourself that you don't even want to admit to being a part of you. I said before that we are the same deep down, and it's that very similarity that attracts you...the knowledge that you could have made the same choices that I did and wound up in the same situation..." "No way," Nabiki shook her head violently to each side, so hard that her breasts jiggled with the pull of inertia, "I'm nothing like you!" "You are everything like me, or you could be if you continue to go down the road of self-assertion and insistence that you have been following of late," Lao replied as she regarded Nabiki with a bland expression, "You use people as it suits you, even those you profess to love, and you say it is for their benefit that you use your superior intellect, only that stubborn insistence that you are always in the right nearly cost you the love and loyalty of your husband." "That's not..." Nabiki began to say, and faltered. "Isn't it?" Lao replied, "You got used to his support and began taking him for granted. He started doubting his own self-worth and importance to you and had to train himself in order to be assured that he is your equal. Even now you don't really acknowledge him as a full partner but more like an attachment to your own ego..." "That's not true!" Nabiki shook her head from side to side, "I-I care about Ranchan, I'd never take him for granted!" "Could have fooled me," Lao sighed, "You've wanted me and yet you deny it, and it angers you that you want to submit to me...or rather, to dominate me and assert the primacy of your own ego. It angers you because you would rather think yourself above such petty emotions, so instead you blame me for tempting you and try to pretend it is all some diabolical scheme on my part to charm and seduce you." "Well...isn't it?" Nabiki countered. "Well, partially yes," Lao admitted, "But you have to admit that I am going to an awful lot of trouble if my intent was just to get a little something on the sly. You know that I could be a lot nastier and wrathful with you after the way you bearded me in my own den. The fact is that I do genuinely like you, Nabiki- san, and I enjoy these little back-and-forth debates of ours, but if it were a simple matter of trying to make you think better of me, then I wouldn't pussy foot around with all this subtlety, I'd just declare my affections and claim you for my harem." "And do you honestly think I'd go along with that?" Nabiki scoffed. "Do you honestly believe that you would have a choice?" Lao purred softly, "I thought you were the one who suspected me of mind control and having a diabolical power to cloud women's minds so that they cannot resist me. The fact that you have resisted me this far should be proof enough that I do not have such an absolute ability to alter the dynamics of personality as you have been implying." "So why don't you do your thing on me?" Nabiki frowned, "And don't tell me it's because you have scruples..." "But I do have scruples," Lao countered, "They are tiny things that skitter around and bother me when I'm having too much of a good time. I worry over them during long and lonely nights and grieve for them when they are absent. But the plain fact is...to force you to submit to me to the degree you would never even notice that your personality had changed would destroy the very thing that I most admire about you as a person...your independence. It's not worth all the trouble that it would take to bend you to my will in such a fashion...I would much rather convince you of my sincerity and good intentions by using...other means...less glamorous, perhaps, but in terms of attitude adjustment, infinitely more effective." "Less glamorous means?" Nabiki's eyes flared wide again, "You don't mean...?" Lao rose fluidly to her feet and was suddenly before Nabiki, a hand to either side of her body, effectively trapping her in place despite her best efforts to work free from the slaver. "Oh, yes I do mean, young lady," Lao purred in a sensuous manner, "It's time for you to renew your education, and I know just the way for me to get your attention..." ATTENTION: SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT! [The producers of this fanfic have received numerous complaints concerning the overuse of plot and story elements in what is supposed to be a work of Hentai Fiction. Not wishing to offend those readers who are expecting a Lemon and are annoyed by too much Lime fiction, we will now include the following Hentai scene for your amusement. This has been a public service announcement, just in case you wonder why we subject our heroes to the following situations. We now resume the regularly scheduled telling of this fanfic with the Lemon parts added. Thank you for your cooperation.] "...You've got to be kidding me!" Nabiki said a short time later as she found herself strapped face down on a padded wooden sawhorse-like beam, her arms and legs fixed to the legs of said sawhorse with her face resting at one end and her fanny projecting out on the other, "This is your idea of taking it easy???" "Believe it or not, yes," Lao smiled, having just finished attaching a belt harness around her waist, "The thing with you, Tendo, is that you always like to be in control, as if self-control where what your life is all about. Your time on the road has taught you the need to be in charge of your destiny, your father having surrendered you to a relative idiot on a point of honor showing you just what folly it could be to let others make your decisions for you. Well, I am about to take control away from you...rather dramatically, as a point in fact, and show you that life is not all about control or being in control or avoiding unpleasant things that you would rather not have to deal with, such as the loss of your mother while you were on that ten year training mission." "You're insane...let me go from here!" Nabiki fought the leather straps holding her in place, but Lao knew her business too well and had not provided her with the least amount of slack. "You know I can't do that...at least not at this point in your training," Lao replied, "Blame me all you like, hurl invective and curse me if you must, you are only getting up from there when it pleases me to release you. In the meantime...a little English discipline is in order, don't you think?" To emphasize her point, Lao took a "Cat-O-Nine-Tails" in hand and lightly flicked it, just missing Nabiki and cracking in the air a few inches away from her face. Nabiki screwed up her eyes at the sight of this near-miss and reflexively swallowed. "Now then...down to business," Lao mused, coming to stand over Nabiki with a hand caressing her bare bottom in an almost possessive manner, "I know the business with the ropes left you feeling a bit...strung out...but you came through your ordeal no worse for the wearing. The same goes for this, only instead of leaving you to contemplate your probable fate, I'm going to present it to you in a most unmistakable manner." It was about this point where---in your standard literary adventure-romance novel---something would intervene to prevent Nabiki from suffering a certain loss of face (not to mention a lot of humiliation) but...unfortunately for her, this isn't that kind of story... Lao's hand went lower and moved to explore the cleft between her well-rounded ass-cheeks, and Nabiki drew in a sharp breath at being affectionately "handled" there. For all that she anticipated something painful against her bottom to occur at any moment, the cress of Lao's gentle fingers merely teased and stimulated her labia, which got her to reflexively relax and "open up" down there, despite her willing it not to happen. "The curious thing about self-control is that we expect it to always work for us no matter what else may happen," Lao mused, "The body understands and responds to certain electrochemical signals that flow from the brain to the sex organs, and that is why you are beginning to lubricate down there...plus the fact that you do, deep down, want me to do this to you, Tendo." "No way..." Nabiki gasped. "Yes way," Lao assured her, "You don't really hate me...not the way you keep insisting to yourself. You are afraid of me, of what I am going to do to you, and that's what gives me the power to control the muscles of your body. You feel these fingers sliding into you now? That's the power I have over you, the power to make your body do my bidding..." "No..." Nabiki gasped, wanting to refuse the caress that felt SO NICE down there, no matter how skillful Lao was with the use of those gently probing fingers. "If you waste your time hating something, you often become the very thing you profess to hate," Lao continued, "And you can't feel that kind of strong emotion without deep-down responding to something that affects you deep inside. An emotional reaction---either love or hate---can only be felt when we recognize something in another that is also in ourselves, linking the two off us on a fundamental level. The reality is that I fascinate as much as repel you because you wonder what it is that I can do for you and to you that could ever make you want to behave like the women who surround me. You tell yourself that they are the ones being foolish because you don't like being a fool and would rather be the captain of your own destiny, sharing yourself with those few other individuals whom you trust implicitly. Anything else would be a gross violation..." Nabiki grit her teeth and tried not to moan softly, but the feelings that Lao invoked as she touched sensitive nerve clusters within her were too powerful to be resisted, and so she wound up groaning anyway while Lao used three fingers, and then four, to further encourage the muscles surrounding her loins to relax and open wide as an invitation. By the time that she was ready, Lao had removed that hand and replaced it with something else that was long, wide, round and shiny... A flexible double-end dong harness that the pirate slaver was wearing having coated one end of it to ease its path as it glided in home and pressed in deep into Nabiki. The helpless Tendo girl gasped as she felt the bumpy ridges of this shaft, whose smooth head pushed in deep to the limits of her vulva. Once her vagina was completely filled by the organ, Lao began to moved it around and to vibrate it slightly, causing a whole different range of physical sensations to radiate from within there to electrify Nabiki's entire nervous system as her mind seemed to shift entirely to pleasure-mode, as though someone had just flipped a switch to tune out her droning consciousness and the wall of denial that she had tried to use to fortify against such a moment. "Now you see at last," Lao said, "The body understands what the mind refuses to accept. You are a woman, just like me, and we both know that our bodies were designed for loving. It is our fate to be loved, to be admired and pleasured and not to deny our own urgings or the generations of instinct that help us to accept the desires of another." Nabiki closed her eyes and tried to shut these words out, but the truth behind them was impossible to deny, just as the slow and gentle riding of the double- dong vibrator was impossible to ignore within her body. After a few moments of gentle back-and-forth motion, Lao slowly increased the tempo and began to steadily pump and "ride hard" inside Nabiki's hot little love box. Before too much longer she was groaning and crying out like the star of a "good" porn movie, her body yielding to each and ever piston-thrust until she could not think straight anymore and just reacted with instinct to the demands Lao placed upon her. "Now this is fun," Lao crowed in triumph, "Let me hear you beg for it...you want to cum, I can feel the pressure rising within you. You have a need to experience climax that is only natural...so start begging for now and I may consider being merciful with you, darling." "N-N-No!" Nabiki shuddered, not wanting to give in that far, finding it difficult enough to accept the fact that she was actually enjoying being ridden by Lao. "This is no time for pride," Lao informed her, "Resistance is truly futile, and you cannot resist my command over you. It is the nature of the game that we are playing, you must submit and accept your punishment, refusing me is not an option..." Nabiki tried to say something defiant to that, but what came out was an incoherent moan as her body began to clench and double up from within, having come so near to the point of orgasm that being held just short of the edge was causing her to spasm and "feel the burn" from wanting so badly to release herself and go over the edge into total surrender. "Don't think about yourself as a victim," Lao gently instructed, "Think of yourself as an instrument that I am playing like a fine violin. You are a tool for your own ecstasy, you exist to be pleasured, and not to climax is to deny your own existence. There is no shame for you in conceding to my authority here...I am the one who is subjecting you to this, the fault remains with me, not you. You are not a bad person, you are simply a woman in need of fulfillment." To add special emphasis to her words, Lao began running her fingers along the edges of Nabiki's hips, then paused to lean forward in order to briefly caress both of her breasts before going at it again with hard and insistent hip motion. The sliding dong doing things to her insides that a human organ could not have achieved was an irresistible force that consumed a great deal of Nabiki's awareness, even as those magic fingers belonging to the pirate easily stroked her nerves like the strings of a guitar, playing a magical song all through her body that made her tense and to blank inside, finding a white light of pure ecstasy welling up inside her, crying to be release like a chick coming out of its egg into the light of day. She had to give birth to that chick NOW or go crazy! Being held on the edge like this was the sheerest kind of torture! "Let go," Lao urged, "Let yourself fall into my hands. I will catch you and support you and care for you like a baby..." Like a baby...like...Nabiki herself when she was small, weak and helpless, when she looked up to one person to give strength and definition to her world as the image of her long-dead mother came to mind, and the warmth that she had felt back then knowing that there was someone who loved her for herself and would always be there to support her... "Yes..." That single word that escaped from her lips brought a smile to Lao's own lips as the pirate captain cooed, "Close enough...now...you may have your reward..." And with that the captain lightly spanked Nabiki's right rear ass-cheek, and that caused her whole body to shudder and convulse as the pent-up fury of her delayed orgasm took possession of her at once and caused her world to invert in the moment of all-consuming explosion! It was like a miniature big-bang going off in her loins, expanding rapidly and causing her body to shake and shudder with the explosive fury of a raging tsunami. She could not even hold on for dear life as she was picked up like a leaf in the wind and hurled about in a swirling whirlpool tide of conflicting emotions. It was like someone had hit the "Spin Dry" cycle in her mind and had caused her to be tossed about and buffeted by all kinds of unexpected physical sensations. The fact that her body never actually moved an inch from where it was fastened did not even occur to her until the shuddering subsided, and even there the roar of the ocean tide in her ears could be heard for several more minutes. And then Lao's voice again intruded on the rosy-pink seas upon which Nabiki floated, "Now...that wasn't so bad, was it? And that's what happens when you cooperate with the program." "W-W-What...happened...?" Nabiki groaned faintly. "Nothing that you did not want to have happen, I assure you," Lao said as she removed the dong from Nabiki's wet box with an almost audible "popping" sound, then circled around to face Nabiki at the other end and present the now-slick dildo for an oral inspection. Nabiki tried to refuse the offer, but Lao would have none of that and took firm hold of her head by the hairs forming her warrior's braid. As her mouth reflexively opened, Nabiki found it suddenly filled by "flexibly hard" shaft of the dildo which---she automatically recognized---had the flavoring of her own juices coating it to a slick cum- tasting popsicle. "Now, lick it down and swallow it," Lao urged, "Or it's going to next go into your other end, the one normally visited by your stud of a husband." Without thinking about it, Nabiki swallowed the whole dildo, taking it all the way down to her throat before she had time to realize what she was doing. The threat---coupled with the familiar sense of having done this for Ranma---made it easy for her to "deep throat" the thing just so long as she did not allow herself to recall just who was attached to the other end of that dildo. "That's it now," Lao smiled, "You really do have a talent for this...or perhaps it's just that oral fetish of yours...you can't abide leaving that mouth of yours empty for any great duration. Now then...to the next stage of your submission. "W-What?" Nabiki asked as the dildo was withdrawn from her mouth, "But you said..." "I didn't say I wouldn't go there," Lao chuckled in an evil manner, then resumed her vigil at the rear station, presenting the dildo to the **other** opening of Nabiki's fanny, "Now...let's see if you enjoy this as much as when Ranma is doing it to you, shall we?" "AHH!" Nabiki gasped in reflex as she felt the head of the dildo press up against her sphincter, and then the saliva-and-cum slick head began to force its way in through her rectal barriers, and in moments Lao "stormed the gates" and laid siege to her anus, pushing up partway and pausing to allow her to gasp and unclench certain muscle groupings. Then Lao moved it further and deeper into her hold and began rocking back and force with the same slow-but-steadily- increasing pressure that she had applied to her vagina. This time Nabiki did not even pretend to put up a fight, knowing better than to make a stand in an area where resistance was likely to cause her some damage. To her relief Lao was a lot more gentle back there than she would have expected, and somehow even managed to give Nabiki a second orgasm through stimulus of internal nerve endings. This second climax made her body loosen up and unclench while not going totally as limp as a plate of noodles, and then she sighed in relief as the dildo was withdrawn from her rectum. Lao then removed it from her own person and casually set it aside, having obviously made her point with her nominal victim. "There now, was that as bad as you were fearing would be the case?" Lao asked, "I didn't traumatize you by taking such liberties, did I? You aren't feeling humiliated and degraded now that I've actually done the deed that you were dreading all along, or do you think that you've been objectified and have lost face before your husband, or some such nonsense as all that?" "No," Nabiki said with surprising calm in her voice, "But...don't expect me to thank you for it either." "Not at this stage anyway," Lao chuckled, "I can just imagine what else must be going through your mind, Tendo-san. You'd like the chance to get even with me, to pay me back in kind, or to just plain beat the tar out of me for daring to treat you as a mere sex object." "Maybe...all of the above?" Nabiki said, automatically thinking of what pleasure she would have of riding Lao in the ass with that cunning strap-on double-dildo. "I thought as much," Lao sighed, "Well, now we come to the part where I have to get rough with you. Nothing personal, mind you, but it is a key part of the program, and it's for your own good..." "How is it for my own good?" Nabiki wondered. "You'll see soon enough," Lao smiled, and playfully "SWACKED" Nabiki on the rear end with the flat of her hand, not too hard, but hard enough that it jolted the younger girl and caused her body to react in ways that were entirely surprising. Even as Nabiki tried to cope with the curiously pleasurable sensations that had radiated out from that painful assault, Lao turned away and was saying, "Now...where did I hang my sharkskin pinpong paddle on this wall rack? Time enough to get to work tanning that lovely derriere of yours until you can't even sit down without thinking of me..." "Sharkskin PADDLE?" Nabiki could not help blurting. "Ah, here it is," Lao said, walking over to the wall and coming back behind Nabiki with the object in question...or so the latter was able to determine with a side-glance, "Now...let's get down to business, shall we?" "Let's not and say we did, okay?" Nabiki said a bit more nervously than intended. "Now here is a good place to start," Lao smiled as she affectionately caressed Nabiki's left ass-cheek with one hand, "Yes...nice and firm enough to crack an egg...and speaking about cracking..." She brought the paddle into play, only she struck Nabiki's RIGHT ass-cheek, causing the Tendo girl to yelp and convulse as a new set of curious sensations traveled the length and breadth of her body. Las struck again, this time on her left cheek, and again Nabiki convulsed as a wave of sensation traveled up from her nervous system. Lao paused to caress both cheeks with a single hand, and then she was back at work again, swatting Nabiki again and again on her fanny, taking turns with either cheek and varying the tempo so that her movements could not be guessed in advance, and before too long there were tears in Nabiki's eyes as she moaned and yelped softly with each and every stroke of the paddle. "Well, that's enough for now," Lao desisted a moment later, "You've been most cooperative, Tendo-san, and I'd like to thank you for being such a good sport about this. Let's see now...what to do next? The nipple clips? Some clamps on your labia, possibly filling all three of your orifices and leaving you to recover here for a bit? So many possibilities...and yet it will take time to explore them all, so I guess leaving you here with your orifices here is the best of all three options." "The BEST???" Nabiki sounded appalled. "Yes, you see...as much as I delight in being with you, I can't take all my time away to attend to your every need, Tendo-san," Lao explained, "So I have to leave you here for a bit while I go take care of that darling husband of yours, but fear not...I'm leaving you in good hands until then. Lotus and Blossom have gracefully consented to stand in for me at this stage of the encounter, and they have been so-wanting to have a chat with you about that incident where you went Neko. Fear not about them giving you the kiss of death, they have other, more interesting uses for revenge than doing ought in defiance of my orders. Girls...she's all yours for the next two hours, but be certain that she is conscious when I get back, and no unnecessary rough housing, you got that?" "Oh, you need not fear for us, Mistress," said Blossom as she all but materialized inside the room wearing some kind of kinky leather harness (which naturally left everything exposed and little to the imagination). "We'll be sure to take good care of her," Lotus agreed. "Hey, don't I get any say in this?" Nabiki visibly sweated. "NO!" "That's what I figured," Nabiki shuddered slightly, seeing the hungry looks of menace in the eyes of Lao's two chief crewmates, but also because she was worried about Ranma. Her husband was obviously next on the Tiger's list, yet what horrible fate was being contemplated here for the master of the Senkens, whom Lao had so handily defeated. Yet what new form of perversity was Lao contemplating, and what would be its ultimate effect upon Ranma...? A few moments later, a groaning Ranma was wondering pretty much the same thing, coming back to himself feeling strange all over and more than a little bit light-headed. "Have a nice nap?" asked the familiar voice of the captain. "W-wha...?" Ranma started to say, but then he noticed that his voice was a little bit...strange sounding...higher pitched for some reason. "I suppose I really should be angry and upset with you for bringing a major fire elemental onto my ship," Lao remarked, "Of course I was expecting you to do this, so it didn't really come as all that much of a surprise...and besides...you were doing it to defend your lady. I think that's so charmingly noble and heroic that I'm willing to overlook a few details." Ranma opened his eyes and discovered at once that he had chains around his wrists and ankles. He started to tug on them, then noticed something else that was very different and strange, prompting him to glance down at his---no---HER body... Her body? Ranma swallowed, seeing a naked pair of breasts sprouting from a somewhat smaller chest than he---she?---could last remember possessing. The skin covering well-defined musculature felt oddly smooth and sensitive to the touch, and---to his further amazement---there was NOTHING BETWEEN HIS LEGS AT ALL---JUST A SOFT REDDISH FUR THAT ALSO PROVED SURPRISINGLY SENSITIVE TO THE TOUCH AND... Reddish? Ranma blinked HER eyes and started to come to full awareness of HERSELF, looking up to find Lao peering down at HER from only a couple of meters away, which was why Ranma tried to lunge for HER, only to discover that she was bound by a chain to the wall that also connected to a collar around HER neck, causing HER to gag slightly as SHE landed on the floor in a heap, heavy iron chains rattling about HER feet and ankles. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?" Ranma cried in terrified outrage. "Why, I've given you a gift, of course," Lao replied matter-of-factly, "It's only temporary, so make sure to make the most of it before it wears off." "Wear's off?" Ranma felt a twinge of hope at this, sitting upright and staring hard at the pirate before saying, "What is this? Why am I a girl all of a sudden?" "Instant Nanniichuan, of course," Lao replied, "It's the reverse of the potion that I normally use to allow the girls to impregnate one another. It's a one- shot potion formed from the dried out sands of a Jusenkyo bed, but the effect is similar to a full-fledged Jusenkyo curse. You are, it seems, now manifested in the form that you would have worn had you been born a woman instead of a man...and a very attractive young maiden you are indeed! Of course the effect with the hair was rather unexpected..." "The hair?" Ranma-chan reflexively touched herself in confusion, then noticed that the bangs about her eyes were crimson, "What the---? Its red!" "Yes, odd that," Lao mused, "You look a little bit like a small economy version of Keiko-chan. How odd that it should happen this way...but then again I do suppose that it is a matter of genetics..." "Genetics?" Ranma-chan blinked before staring at the pirate, "What did you do this to me for?" "Well, I had to punish you somehow for losing to me in a fight," Lao shrugged, "And this way seems fairly...harmless. Besides, haven't you ever wondered what it must be like for Nabiki to constantly switch genders as she has over the course of the past year? Well...now you have a female body that you can explore at your leisure, getting to know all the intimate facets that combine into making you a woman. Feel free to touch yourself, I'll give you plenty of time to get used to the new sensations." "And then what?" Ranma asked. "Then," Lao smiled slyly, "I'll reunite you with Nabiki...and I'll let her see what you are like on the other end of the schleong. No doubt she'd be willing to pay you back for riding her ass and vagina the way you have lately, and I confess that I would love to see her plunging her hot, thick rod up into your vulva." "Are you crazy?" Ranma-chan's already high voice squeaked with emotion, "I'd never---she'd never do that with me! Uh...would she...?" "You tell me," Lao smiled, "She's your wife...or make that...husband. I'll pay my respects to you in a little while, but for now...enjoy yourself...and I sincerely mean that." "Enjoy..." Ranma's eyes got very round, and then without thinking too hard about it she began to "play" with himself...fondling her own breasts and rolling back her head with a sigh as s experienced the sensation of pinching her own nipples. She gasped and eased back on the pressure a little, but then her jaw dropped and she cried, "WHAT THE HECK AM I DOING???" "If you need me to answer that, then you're in worse shape than I thought, kid," Lao chuckled, turning about, "Consider it the wet dream of almost every male who has ever wondered about how the other half lives. You now can experience the other sex from a place few men even dream of going..." Ranma-chan could say nothing to that as she stared at her body and them promptly fainted. "Ah, another satisfied customer," Lao mused a she studied the prone body of the naked redheaded girl, admiring her excellent tone and proportions, and regretting sadly that she was going to have to let this one "get away." She left Saotome there in the hold compartment where he would be well tended to by elementals, hoping that he would appreciate her gift before it faded away entirely, which she hoped would be until well after he---SHE---was reunited with Nabiki. What a couple they would make if the curse were a full-time deal and not just a one-shot amusement... But now she had other business that needed tending. The Kraken was sending signals to her, informing her that Joan was nearly finished and would soon be ready for release into the gentle, loving arms of both her mother and her new owner. That was an experience that she dearly did not want to miss---especially since it could be near-fatal not to get those orichalcum chains on her body before the demi-Kryptonian had a chaance to fully recover her wits! Humming merry, wicked tunes of anticipation, she sauntered brazenly down the corridors of her ship, already thinking up wicked ways of helping Lila to get "closer" to her true beloved. Indeed, it was not easy having a good time, but Lao liked to think her humble efforts would have merits far beyond their "naughty" effects in the short term, and so she struggled and labored to insure the happiness of all of her charges, and if that meant that a few eggs had to get broken along the way...well...she knew how to pick up the pieces, and so she smiled...the smile of a Hungry Tigress... Continued. Comments/Criticisms/Castration Fantasies: shadowmane@ridgenet.net Think it got a bit rough at the end there? You ain't seen nuthin' yet! Ranma explores "where none have cum before" while Nabiki gets a few lessons in courtesy, Madam Lao style. All this and the birth of a new and "improved" Joan Wayne as she is welcomed into the loving arms of her new Mistress! Be here with us next time for: "As the Wyrm Turns," or "The Three Faces of Madam Lao!" Be there!