Willful Punishment: A Side Story


     This was written purely for my own enjoyment, intended as a 
futuristic side story to "Willful Punishment", though any 
possible story plots brought up by it are purely accidental.

     Warning!  This story is a Lemon, and contains sexual content 
that is described in great quantities of detail.  If you are 
under 18 years of age, or find such material offensive, please do 
not read further.

     Of course, this was not written for profit and all 
character's of note are owned by Rumiko Takahashi.

     Tabyk     (tabyk@tabyk.net)     (www.tabyk.net)

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     As soon as she woke up, she knew how much trouble she was 
in.  Opening her eyes she could see nothing but a solid black, 
and she knew that a heavy blindfold must have been tied over her 
eyes.  A quick attempt at trying to move around confirmed her 
fears.

     From what she could tell she was laying on her back, on top 
of something soft yet firm, probably a bed.  Her wrists were tied 
together, her arms held above her with little slack to work with.  
Her legs had been pulled up over her head, spread wide and 
probably attached to whatever her wrists were, elevating her rear 
just enough to thrust her entire crotch into blatant view.

     From the slight ache in her legs and lower back, she must 
have been in this position for a little while now.  And from the 
slight breeze washing over her body, she knew that not a single 
stitch of clothing, blindfold set aside, covered her body.

     'Oh damn,' the thoughts ran through her mind.  'She must be 
REALLY pissed off at me this time.  Don't insult her cooking, is 
it so hard to remember?'

     That's when she heard a low purring voice say, "Oh goody.  
The naughty girl is awake and ready to be punished."

     She shuddered, knowing that she couldn't get away from it 
this time.  Not that she ever really tried, most of the time it 
wasn't really punishment at all, but sometimes it did push the 
extremes.  'Maybe,' she thought, 'maybe I can talk her into a 
minimal work-over.'

     Wetting her lips she said, "Please Mistr-"

     "SILENCE!"

     She bit her lip in despair and at that moment knew that she 
had pushed Mistress too far.

     "You had the gall to criticize me, about THAT!  Oh no, your 
ass is mine this time.  You talk, you even utter a single word, 
and I will thrash you so hard you won't be able to do ANYTHING 
for days."  Then in a low voice Mistress added, "Do you 
understand?"

     Knowing full well that the 'not a single word' rule must 
already be in effect, all she could do was nod her head while 
hoping that the motion could be seen.

     "Good," was Mistress's whispered response.  "Of course, you 
know you've been especially bad this time.  I even had to get 
some new toys just to properly punish you."

     She shuddered.  'Oh boy,' she thought to herself, 'last time 
she was this mad at me I wasn't able to sit for two days 
afterward.'

     Remaining still, it was all she could do as she waited for 
the punishment to start.

     The first smack on her ass made her jump; almost crying out 
in the process, though it was more from surprise then any amount 
of real pain.  The barehanded slaps continued as they alternated 
from one cheek to the other, and a throbbing began within her 
rear as a dull pain started to build.  Suddenly it stopped, and 
she could feel a hand slowly massaging her ass cheeks.

     She almost cried out when one of her nipples was suddenly 
pinched.  The hand caressing her rear slowly slid up her body and 
then both of her breasts were getting groped.  She could feel a 
pair of breasts dangling against her rear, almost as an 
enticement, and she pressed her lips together to stop the sudden 
moan that threatened to escape from her.  Without her consent, 
her body had already started to respond to the attentions it was 
receiving.

     Clinching her teeth as both her nipples with given a final 
painful twist, she then tried to breathe regularly as she fought 
the sudden blast of adrenaline that surged through her.

     Once again the spankings started, this time more painful as 
the soreness from the earlier bought had now had a chance to 
settle in.  They stopped and she felt both hands roughly 
massaging her cheeks once again, spreading them wide and then 
pushing them together, and then the spankings suddenly continued.

     This process was repeated three times, to the point where 
tears had finally come to her eyes before it stopped.  Her 
breathing stopped when she felt a hot breath beating down upon 
her crotch, and she broke down and began to whimper when she felt 
what had to be the Mistress's tongue tracing a slow path along 
her exposed outer lips.  This slow exploration finally ended at 
her clit, which was lightly licked repeatedly until she felt her 
hips start the jerk towards the source of pleasure on their own.

     Strong hands wrapped themselves around her hips, 
immobilizing her lower body, while the light licking was replaced 
by an intense suction.  Her breathing became labored as she felt 
the Mistress's lips and tongue mash and nibble upon her clit, and 
a pressure began to build up within her.  And just before it 
became too much, just before she reached its peak, it stopped.

     She groaned out loud in despair as the hormones in her body 
wrecked havoc on her emotions, and it was only after she finally 
stopped that she felt a single finger slowly worm it's way into 
her vaginal cavern.

     Feeling it wiggle it's way into her depths, and then twist 
and turn as it explored what corners it could reach, caused her 
to groan once more, before it started a slow methodical thrusting 
action within her.  Again, she felt her hips begin to push 
themselves against the invading finger as a pressure began to 
build up within her.  And just like last time, the stimulation 
stopped just moments before she climaxed.

     Straining to hear what was happening above her own labored 
breathing she cringed as she finally made out the sound of 
stretching latex, knowing what was to come.  Sure enough, a few 
moments later she felt a gloved finger begin to massage her anus, 
spreading some kind of lubricating gel upon it.  After several 
moments of this, that same finger began to slowly push and 
withdraw against her rear opening, bit by bit making it's way 
deeper into her, until the lubrication allowed it to slid all the 
way in causing her to gasp out loud.

     Like before, a slowly twisting and probing of her cavern 
commenced as the Mistress tried to reach every nook and cranny of 
her rear entrance, and after some point of satisfaction must have 
been reached a slow in and out thrusting began.

     She held still and tried hard to relax the muscles in that 
part of her body, as well as ignore the initial discomfort she 
was experiencing.  While she had never gotten great amounts of 
pleasure from anal stimulation, she knew the Mistress enjoyed 
inflicting it upon her.

     Then she felt another finger push itself back up her vagina, 
matching the pattern of invasion that was being forced on her 
rear.  After just a few moments of this, she began to feel her 
body push against those fingers, trying to reach some soft of 
fulfillment out of the pleasure / discomfort that was being 
inflicted on it.

     This went on for a bit of time, though how much she was 
totally unable to judge, as her body tried so hard to reach some 
fulfillment that only it could fathom.  Finally she reached a 
point where she was just about to scream out in frustration when 
she felt a pair of lips latch onto her clit and suck hard.

     Her whole body went rigid while she suddenly found herself 
climbing over that previously unreached threshold, and then she 
was crying out at her entire body jerked upward trying to achieve 
even more penetration.  She felt every muscle within her clench 
up tightly, heard the leather straps holding her arms and legs in 
place straining, before she gave one final jerk and collapsed.

     A shudder ran through her limp body as she felt the 
intrusions within her body withdraw, while her heart pounded and 
she tried desperately to calm her breathing once more.

     "Dear me, it appears the naughty girl actually enjoyed 
herself.  Now we can't have that, oh no."

     While her body tried to settle down her heard the sound of 
buckles being snapped into place, and she already knew what was 
to come.  The question now being how much it was going to be…

     And the second she felt the fake penis, the strap-on dildo, 
rub against her lower lips she knew the answer.

     All the way.

     She was already familiar with this particular toy, having 
had experienced it on a rare occasion before, but the shear size 
of it still terrified her.  At 20 centimeters long and about 4 in 
diameter, fake veins running along its length, it was an awe 
inspiring sight.  She also knew from previous experience, and her 
Mistress's careful experimentation, that the entire length would 
fit inside of her.

     Barely.

     With much trepidation she laid there while the Mistress 
rubbed the dildo's head along her open petals, enticing a shudder 
from a body that still hadn't fully recovered from the last 
orgasm, before pressing it inside of her.

     She could only lie there as centimeter by centimeter of that 
monstrous object was pushed inside of her as the Mistress gently 
but firmly rocked back and forth, and with a half whimper half 
groan she felt it finally hit rock bottom.  Taking deep breaths 
she tried to relax her vaginal muscles to adjust, but only ended 
up whimpering some more as she felt it withdraw a mere centimeter 
or two and then get pushed back into her.

     Incoherent noises started coming from her mouth as the 
Mistress kept up the rocking motion, and that indescribable 
pressure began to build up within her once more.  When she felt a 
set of teeth gently nip her left nipple she cried out before 
being reduced once again to mumbling aloud.  It wasn't until the 
Mistress had moved her attention to her other nipple that 
disaster finally struck.

     Her mouth in a wide open "O" she felt the dildo suddenly get 
pulled halfway out of her and then pushed back in, and couldn't 
even stop herself from suddenly crying out "Oh… God!"

     Terror gripped her as the Mistress just stopped moving, and 
she found herself shaking her own head in denial even as she 
mouthed the words, "I'm sorry" over and over again while feeling 
the fake organ being completely withdrawn.

     "I warned you," that soft voice murmured, "Oh yes, you were 
warned."

     Suddenly a hand lashed out and slapped her bottom hard, 
bringing a cry of pain to her lips.  Repeatedly that punishing 
hand lashed out, mostly striking her rear but occasionally 
straying to her thighs and a couple times to the soft mound of 
hair between her legs until she could feel the tears coming from 
her soak the blindfold that covered her eyes.

     Then the strap-on organ was being pushed back into her.  As 
soon as it was halfway inserted Mistress stopped and said, "I was 
going to be nice.  I truly was, but I can't now.  You just had to 
ruin it, didn't you."  With that, she felt her calves being 
pushed down until they were resting flat on the bed on either 
side of her head, her body completely folded in half with her 
bottom sticking straight up in the air.

     With a slight repositioning Mistress then pulled out of her 
until only the tip was still within her, and then with a single 
forceful stroke buried the entire length.  She found herself 
suddenly short on breath as the full length of the dildo was 
repeatedly pulled from her and then pushed back in, Mistress 
obviously deciding that power and not speed was required at this 
point.

     The bombardment continued for 20 strokes, then 30, 40, even 
more, and at that point she lost count as her body suddenly 
started to shake and shudder with a deep seeded release that 
welled up from inside of her.  Yelling loudly she achieved 
orgasm, lights exploding behind her blinded eyes as her vaginal 
muscles clamped down hard on the object inside of her, trying to 
hold it in place.

     Unfortunately, this didn't stop Mistress from continuing to 
pound into her, her strength not to be denied, while finally 
saying, "Once is just not good enough."  And then, in a 
commanding voice Mistress demanded, "Again."

     Moments later she did just that, orgasming a second time, 
her body wallowing in the undeniable sensation of being fucked 
raw by this unstoppable force.  Once more her muscles strained, 
and once more the fake organ continued to pound into her, 
undeniable in it's efforts to repeatedly push her over the edge.

     "Again."

     Panting heavily as small animalistic noises began to emit 
from her mouth, she tried to suck in another lung full of air but 
failed as her body again clenched up, though much weaker this 
time.  This time the orgasm left her horribly weak while her back 
began to protest about the strain being put upon it.  Gasping, 
she tried to tell Mistress to stop, that she couldn't take 
anymore, and yet small nonsense noises were all that came out of 
her as the raw forceful pounding her insides were suffering from 
continued.

     "I said AGAIN."

     And the Mistress's voice, full of strength and power, 
somehow reached into her body and ripped yet even another orgasm 
from her.  Reduced to a quivering mass she found that even just 
breathing had become an immense labor, as her body just simply 
refused to come down from the height of sensation it had just 
attained.

     It continued for awhile still until the Mistress finally 
buried it inside of her and just left it there.  Her voice now 
completely lost to her, she could only lay there in that position 
as her body occasionally jerked in the aftershocks.  Eventually 
she felt the intruding member being slowly pulled out from within 
her, setting off another series of shuddering aftershocks, and 
then finally she was lowered back into her original position.

     After lying there for several minutes, her muscles reduced 
to so much jello, she felt Mistress's hand slowly rub her rear 
end before tracing a pattern with her nails that covered her 
thighs and stomach as well.

     "Why, just look at this mess.  You must have poured a pint 
or two of juice out from the looks of it.  You're completely 
soaked from knee to tit."

     At this point she felt the feathery touch of something warm 
and wet trace the outside edges of her stretched opening, and all 
she could do was begin to silently cry at the sensations of the 
Mistress's tongue tracing it's own path from her blood engorged 
clit to her anus.

     "Very good.  Very yummy.  You should see yourself, dear.  
It's quite a sight to behold."

     With that, she felt Mistress's arms slide up her thighs and 
calves, fingernails dragging the trail all the way, until she 
heard the sound of the leather buckles holding her legs suspended 
being worked on.

     Finally her legs were released one by one and laid out on 
the bed, her back finally quieting its pain from the abuse being 
put upon it.  The ordeal was finally over, her punishment 
finished, and she already looked forward to the long recovering 
rest and massage that concluded these harsh punishment sessions.

     And so it was with surprise that she noticed that instead of 
releasing her arms, Mistress was instead rolling her over onto 
her stomach and lifted her lower body into the air by her waist.  
When told to tuck her legs underneath her, it took every ounce of 
her nearly non-existent strength to obey.

     Arms reached around her body and strongly massaged her sides 
and breasts, but before her hopes could rise she felt something 
cold and metallic being clamped onto her nipples.  Gritting her 
teeth at the futility of the situation, she felt the Mistress 
press firmly against the middle of her back, forcing it lower to 
the bed and causing her butt to stick firm into view.

     When she heard the familiar sound of stretching latex once 
more, her body suddenly started an uncontrollable shaking as she 
knew what was to happen next.  She had displeased the Mistress so 
much, that even with everything that had already been done to 
her, her ass was not going to escape a similar treatment.

     One of the Mistress's hands began to massage her cheeks, and 
she must have noticed the shakes because suddenly she spanked her 
hard, once.  The shock of it stopped the involuntary muscle 
movement, and that low sensuous voice said, "I wouldn't worry to 
much dear, when all is said and done, I think you're going to 
like this."

     She felt a gloved finger once again push against her anus, 
this time sliding in on the first push from a combination of old 
and new lubrication plus the earlier stretching it had gotten.  
Once firmly in place it stroked in and out a few times, and then 
was joined by a second.  After a minute or two of this, a third 
finger followed.  Another minute or two of this penetration it 
stopped and they were removed.

     She heard the glove being yanked off, and then her ass 
cheeks were pulled wide and the tip of something large pushed 
against her.  Slowly the object, which by now had to be another 
dildo, put pressure against her anus until the tip of it finally 
began to ooze past the muscles there.

     At which point she stopped breathing, because she knew that 
dildo, that enormously huge monster, that had just earlier 
finished pounding her into submission.  She's never had anything 
even close to that large in her rear before, and the thought of 
it petrified her.

     The pressure suddenly eased off, and with another hard slap 
to one of her cheeks that commanding voice said, "Breath!"

     She took a deep gulp of air as her lungs suddenly protested, 
and then a second, and a third until her breathing returned to 
something resembling normality.

     With a murmured, "Good girl" the pressure from the dildo 
started back up again, and she could only hiss at the pain of her 
anal ring being slowly stretched out to proportions that it had 
never gone before.  With the head of it finally planted inside of 
her, that slow unshakable rocking motion started up again, and 
she could literally feel each centimeter of the thing crawl it's 
way up inside of her, almost literally pushing her internal 
organs aside to make room for it.

     With an undetermined length of it now embedded deeply within 
her, the rocking motion stopped to be replaced by a slight 
twisting as Mistress sought to make the muscles down there relax 
a bit.

     Again almost biting her tongue she felt the damn thing being 
slowly pulled out of her until it was completely removed.  A few 
moments later, it was once again pressed against her now 
distended anal opening, the chill of it heralding a freshly 
applied layer of lubrication.  But as it was being pressed again 
into her she also felt something large nudging her vaginal 
opening, also covered in gel, and just as both were nudged firmly 
against her openings she felt Mistress's incredibly strong hands 
firmly lock onto either side of her hips.

     That unrelenting rocking motion started up once more, low 
moans emitting from her as this time she experienced penetration 
from both ends.  The dildo in her rear slid its way into her with 
slightly less troubles this time, but the other one was really 
making its presence known.  And for good reason to, because with 
only a couple centimeters of it within her she knew the reason 
for the layer of gel on it.  The damn thing was even thicker.  It 
must have been 5 centimeters in diameter, maybe more, and it 
stretched her vagina out to sizes she thought possible only while 
childbearing.

     She could feel the two objects bumping into each other, 
separated by only a thin membrane that even now was becoming 
overly sensitive, while they both penetrated further and further 
into her.

     This time, she could swear that she DID feel some of her 
internal organs being shifted about, and began to whimper once 
again as the monster invading her ass long passed the point that 
it had reached earlier.  The one in her pussy had stretched 
everything to the utmost limit, and it was likely that the layer 
of gel on it was the only thing allowing it to enter even this 
far.

     After some undetermined time period, in which her whole 
world consisted of just these two objects slowly forcing their 
way to into the depths of her being, that she suddenly felt the 
cool leather of the waist harness worn by Mistress being pressed 
against her bottom.

     In shocked amazement she tried to wrap her mind around the 
fact that not only was that 20 centimeter monster dildo actually 
buried all the way inside her rear, but that her vagina was also 
impaled on an equally long and even THICKER one, and failed.  The 
shear sizes involved, the magnitude, just couldn't be grasped by 
her mind at this moment.

     And when the mistress pulled out of her just a tiny amount 
and pushed back in, thought was the last thing on her mind.  In 
just tiny amounts, both of the objects were thrust into her 
repeatedly, and she took up a moaning grunt that timed itself to 
the thrusts.

     Then pressing both dildos in as far they could reach, the 
thrusting stopped.  And the tiny thoughts that she was still 
capable of wondered at the reason why, when they were suddenly 
answered.  With a sigh Mistress leaned over and draped herself 
across her, and she could feel the Mistress's firm breasts being 
pressed into the small of her back.  Hands reaching forward the 
clamps that had been placed on her nipples were removed, and she 
hissed at the feeling of blood rushing into them once again.  
Then, with an audible click the second dildo, planted firmly up 
her pussy, began a slow rolling vibration and even the capability 
of thought was lost to her.

     Those deep vibrations reached out through her entire lower 
body, stimulating places that until then had been entirely 
unreachable.  After a few moments of this the tiny thrusts 
against her began again, and she could feel that building 
sensation, that indescribable feeling, of another approaching 
orgasm.

     Only this one was different.  Centered deep within her 
bowels, slowly spreading outward to every limb of her body, it 
built and built until she began to fear it.  Her whole body had 
begun to shake with the mounting tension, and through it all the 
tiny thrusts and powerful vibrations continued to reach deep into 
her and manipulate things never before touched.

     And then finally it happened.

     Starting from deep within her vagina and spreading outward 
an unstoppable wave blasted her being.  Screaming out loud, and 
then breathing only to be able to scream some more, her entire 
body was wracked in a release that shook her very foundations.  
And it didn't stop, either.  It continued to rock her even as the 
dildos continued to rock in and out of her, until her body began 
to spasm uncontrollably from the overload.

     And then, mercifully, the outside stimulation stopped.  The 
vibrations ceased, and she felt those two powerful artifacts 
slowly being dragged out from her depths.

     It was at this point that she passed out.

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     It was morning, and they walked side by side down the street 
towards school, just like most any other morning.  It was close 
to the end of their senior years, with college looming in the 
background.  Most people in their position would be discussing 
future plans, reviewing upcoming tests, and other such items 
which are usually so important.

     But not this couple.

     Silence surrounded the two of them, an almost tangible 
thing, and they both walked gingerly, carefully, down the street.  
Finally, the boy glanced at his companion and mumbled, "I didn't 
intend to insult your cooking."

     Shooting him a deadly glare the girl replied, "Oh just shut 
up!"

     They walked another couple of blocks in silence before he 
spoke yet once again.

     "Honest I didn't."

     Suddenly spinning towards him she yelled, "Ranma, just be 
quiet!  I don't want to hear it, and I don't care!  I know my 
cooking sucks rocks, but that's NO REASON for you to be-"

     And it was at that moment that fate once again decided to 
remind Saotome Ranma that it was still keeping on eye on him.  
With hardly a sound, a ladle-full of water splashed out from the 
gate right behind him as an old woman went about her daily ritual 
of cleaning the stones on her walkway.

     As the all too familiar transformation took place with her 
fiancée, Akane snapped her mouth shut while diverting her eyes 
downward.

     And it was the Mistress's voice that spoke now, in those low 
powerful tones, saying, "Until you can cook a regular meal, in 
which every course is edible, and without destroying half of 
Kasumi's cookware in the process, you are not allowed to critic 
my cooking."

     She continued to stare at her feet, biting her lip in a 
combination of frustration and indecision, when she felt a hand 
slap her bottom through her uniform skirt.

     "Am I clear on this?"

     In a small voice Akane finally answered saying, "Yes 
Mistress".

     "Good.  Let's hurry over to Tofu's for some hot water before 
we're late to school."

     With that, the Mistress began to walk towards the doctor's 
office, a slight smile playing upon her lips.

     And following behind her was Akane, wincing at every step as 
her groin and bottom throbbed in a dull ache that was still 
profound even after 36 hours had passed since receiving probably 
the worst punishment she'd ever suffered through.

     And she also smiled.