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Ranma was unsure why he was here. It was partly out of hunger, but mostly out of a bet he had with Nabiki. She had watched Ranma con a clerk out of an extra octopus ball by flirting with him. He knew such activities made Akane crazy. What he did not know was that his activities had caught the attention of Nabiki too. Now he was caught in a challenge from Nabiki.

His own pride would not allow him to back down once the challenge was made. One look at the confident, smirking Nabiki made him determined to win. The only question was who was to be the mark? In the end they allowed Kasumi to pick the man, not telling her why she was picking him, only the he would be involved in a game involving the both of them.

She exclaimed, “How fun!” and picked a stylishly dressed western foreigner with a walking stick. Whoever he was he seemed bemused by all the sudden attention he was getting from the two buxom beauties. He seemed a kind soul and more than delighted to be recipient of the attention of two beautiful ladies. He seemed a man out of place and time. He talked about honor, nobility and how he so missed his dead wife. He occasionally muttered to himself in a language that neither Ranma nor Nabiki understood. Still he seemed desperately lonely and craving attention. Soon he invited them both to dinner in a secluded restraint. Soon the both of them were severing a sinfully delicious meal that he had ordered for the both of them.

Never before had Ranma been aware of her womanhood, the power and rewards being a girl gave her. This power was actually turning her on. She was actually beginning to relate to the feelings Nabiki felt every day in how she manipulated people every day.

At the same time she felt a pang of guilt, but the victim seemed be enjoying himself and he seemed well able to afford the cost of the meal. Instead she was enjoying the enjoyment he was getting from the attention she was giving him. He seemed desperately lonely and craved the attention he was getting. For the first time in Ranma since the curse a guy studying her figure did not repulse her. Instead she felt a greater enjoyment that he seemed to be enjoying her company and her figure more than Nabiki’s.

Interesting enough Nabiki seemed to be feeling many of the same emotions. Normally she was not much of a competitive girl. She generally viewed the compactions with bemusement, as forms of entertainment and ways of enriching herself. But she was beginning to realize pleasant, engaging, young man could be the big fish she had been searching for. If she could hook him she could live in luxury for the rest of her life and she was not going to allow Ranma stand in her way. A catch like this would be wasted on a naive bumpkin like Ranma. Thus she battered her eyes in a most seductive way. She flattered him while subtly belittled Ranma using her sarcastic wit. She let her blouse be unbuttoned. But to her frustration Ranma was counter you every seductive ploy with his own. What was more Ranma seemed to be getting excited by these activities. Her body was covered with sweat. Her shirt was sticking to her like a second skin and it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra. The outlines of her erect nipples were clearly seen pressed against the fabric of the shirt. Nabiki gasped in disbelief as Ranma cuddled against the fellow and wiggled happily as he slid his arm around her waist. Moments later she was pressing her own body against as she envied him to slip his arm around her waist. As she cuddled against him she discovered him warm and inviting. She guided his fingers to the clip between the cups of her bra. As he did so her nipples popped out and into the air.

Ranma was not wearing a bra. She merely opened her shirt and guided his hand against her breast. As he gently began to massage and fondle it Ranma began to coo happily. Ranma pressed her breast fully in the palm of his hand as his fingers started to play with her nipple. Never before had she realized that being a girl could be so pleasurable.

Nabiki for her part was almost mesmerized by the jewel-incrusted bands that surrounded the digits that were gently playing with her own tits. The wealth he possessed on those fingers was enough to buy multiple Tendo dojos. She could feel the cold bands on her hot flesh. Her ice queen persona was rapidly melting away as she began to purr and kiss him. She suddenly realized that she was going to spend the rest of her life with this gentle, kind man and she would do anything to be by him, if for nothing else to protect him from gold diggers like her.

Ranma was equally determined to save him from Nabiki. She was finding that she really liked this man who seemed to take such delight with her body. He seemed so different than the Kunos and his fiancées. It was a welcome change from those for whom he was used to dealing with. Engaging foreplay was not dirty but natural and enjoyable. Ranma too realized that there could be worse things than being a girl if she could spend her life with him. It just seemed right being here. But what was most important was to save him from the conniving likes of Nabiki.

It was Nabiki that made the first move. A pot of hot water was delivered to the table so that tea could be served. It had been sitting there for quite some time because tea was the last thing on anyone’s mind. Still Nabiki judged that it was still hot enough to activate the curse. One splash, Ranma would be revealed as a male and the contest would be over.

Ranma realized what Nabiki was up to. She moved to intercept the pot before the contents landed on her. But she was too entangled in the limbs to the man to stop the water from splashing on her. Ranma’s expression changed to horror and Nabiki’s expression triumphant as Ranma felt the warn water splash against her.

Then something happened that left both Ranma and Nabiki slack jawed surprised. Rather nothing happened. Ranma stayed a girl. Nabiki gasped, “You’re still girl!” Ranma agree, surprised, “I’m still a girl!”

Confused, the man said, “Of course you are a girl. You both are. I would not want it any other way.” He man watch in bemusement as Ranma picked up the teapot and emptied what was left on the water on the top of her head. Still nothing happened. The man said, “Not that I do not mind the wet look but you are going to catch your death of cold if we do not get you out of those wet things of yours. I have a sweet in the back with a private bath.”

Minutes later Ranma found herself alone in the bathroom with a fresh set of clothing. It was a set of silken, lacy bra and panties, a tiny, clingy dress, a pair of matching silk stocking and a ribbon for her hair. She also looked at the bat tub. He offered for her to take her time and take a bath id she wanted. She slid out of her old clothing and stared at her body in the full-length mirrors that covered the walls of the place. As she slid her pants down she gaped at the boxer shorts she was wearing. They seemed so out of place on a body like hers. Moments later she shuttered in triumph and exactly as she dropped the boxer shorts into a trash can. The she looked at them, wondering why she did that.

Meanwhile their host was showing Nabiki around the place. The place was sparsely furnished, but every piece appeared to be a priceless antique or air loom in the baroque style. He even had a harpsichord.

What seemed out of charter were a couple of large plastic dog dishes sitting in one corner. Up until this point the only other being inhabiting the place seemed to be a bat he called Lilly. The bat sat in a corner watching the pair. They seemed new and unused. She asked, “You have a dog?”

“Oh those? Those are for a couple of bitches I just acquired.” He answered.

She got a pang of excitement when she heard the word, “bitch.” She asked, “Where are they?”

He answered, “The bitches? They are learning obedience training. Hey are not house broken yet. They were given to me by an acutance. She thinks I spend too much time alone and need some companionship.

Nabiki decided to be bold. She said, “I could be your companion!” She let her dress slip from her figure.”

He answered, Nabiki. I am not interested in a wife or a girl friend. What I need now is someone who will love me and expect nothing more in return than a pat on the head or a good scratch, somebody who will fetch my slippers and I can teach tricks too.”

Nabiki nearly had an orgasm at each f the activities he described. She could imagine being his puppy and being trained by him. Such a fate seemed like a dream come true. She gulped and answered, “I could be your bitch. For some reason wearing a collar and leash and taking orders from a Master seems appealing!”

He answered, “Then you would be nothing but a slave.”

She shuttered in orgasm when she heard the word, “Slave.” She paused and added, “Master!” She shuttered in orgasm again as that last word left her mouth.

He answered, “I suppose, just for the night we could play a little game. Remember you can stop any time you want to and you do no have to do anything you want!”

She breathed, “Yes Master!” For the next few minutes Nabiki felt a pang of joy every time she was given an order. There was nothing asked of her that was outlandish, just simple tasks the she felt immense joy and comfort in fulfilling. At last he asked if there was anything she would like?” She answered, “Order me to bed!”

Gently he asked, Nabiki would you like to accompany me to bed?”

She shook her head and said, “No, Master. It will be so much better if you order me to. I am your slave. Give me no choice! Please!”

He ordered her into his bed and told her just how to pose. She eagerly complied, feeling joy and satisfaction each time she complied with an order. Finally he lay down with his knees up and said, “You do the work, Slave!” She straddled his hips; thrust her nipples forward as she arched her back as she leaned back, her hands pressing on his knees. He reached forward and grabbed her breasts as she impelled herself on him. She impelled herself on his cock and allowed herself to slide down his pole. It was the first time she had ever been entered by a living cock, made even more exciting by the knowledge that she had been ordered to do so by her Master. Of course she knew it was all a game but the prospect that it could be real excited her even more.

She started to thrust herself up and down, trying to imagine the delights she could endure if she truly was his slave. She felt his hands slide down to his waist and onto her ass-cheeks so he could guide her thrusts.

Meanwhile Ranma lay in the hot steamy bath as she watch her breasts bob up and down, breaking the surface of the water. She felt a feeling of contentment knowing that they were hers. Never since Ranma had been cursed had Ranma felt so much joy and contentment, still she was uneasy. Despite Ranma’s protests he had often enjoyed playing the flirtatious girl, especially with Ryoga. But never before had Ranma enjoyed the role so much. Never before had she felt so decedent. Then came the voices from the adjoining room. Could it be that it was more than just a role? Could it be that least part if Ranma liked being a girl? She head Nabiki call the fellow Master and their coupling. Ranma found herself playing with herself as the sounds of passion. It was just a game they were playing, no harm in that. Nabiki and the fellow had said as much. She could not help but shutter and wonder what it would be like to be Nabiki at this moment. She could not help but feel the surges of pleasure she felt when Nabiki called the fellow, “Master!” She could help but get excited about the prospect of having a cock inside her and abandoning herself the moment. She swooned in pleasure and orgasm when Nabiki gasped out her joy at coming.

Then Ranma cleared her head. Nabiki had long since stopped acting like someone who was playing a game. Ranma might have always been a closet girl but Nabiki was not a submissive and neither was Ranma. Suddenly Ranma realized this was not a game. Something strange was going on here. She knew what she had to do and got dressed accordingly.

She walked out of the room. She saw the pair lying on the on the bed together. Nabiki was happily cuddled snugly against the fellow. He was idly playing with her joys. He looked up and said, “Ranma, you should not be wearing that garb. It is not dry yet. Why don’t you wear the clothing I laid you for you? You would look stunning in it.”

Although it gave him great misery to say it he answered, “No! They are girls’ clothes. I am a guy.”

He answered, “By the looks of things I would say you are mistaken. It would appear to me you are a beautiful, young woman. You should really act accordingly. Embrace your fate. Do not fight it!”

Ranma demanded, “What have you done to me? Why can’t I change back? Why do I feel such joy at being a girl and feel such misery at the prospect of being a male? Why do I feel such joy at the prospect of servitude to you? Who are you? What are you?”

My name is Allendale. Some might call me a mage; others might call me a plains walker. It is true I lifted the curse you suffered from and have been implanting certain suggestions in your mind that you would take joy from certain stimuli thought and misery to others.

Ranma demanded, “If the curse is lifted why am I not a guy. Why am I a girl!”?

He answered, “Because I have no desire to have a male slave. You are much more pleasurable and enjoyable to me in your present form.”

Ranma hissed, “You pervert! What gives you the right….”?

Allendale answered, “What gave you the right to use your flirtatious ways to try to con me out of food and goodies. I am not the first and you were quite enjoying yourself playing me as a patsy. This time you picked the wrong person to con.”

Ranma hissed, “I will kill you.”

Allendale answered, “Quite possibly you could. Martial arts are not my strong point and then Lilly would kill you. Even if you managed to survive Lilly’s onslaught you would spent the rest of your life no knowing if you were up to the challenge,”

Ranma demanded, “What challenge?”

He answered, “I believe I can turn you into a loving slave girl, like I have done to Nabiki here. You are free to leave. We will leave it at that, but you will always wonder if I was capable of my boast and you will never know. Instead you will always know that you ran away like a coward. I will make it simple for you. We will hold a contest: a duel if you like. You win you are free to go. If I win you must agree to stay a week to see if I can turn you.”

Ranma asked, “What the terms of the duel?”

The male answered, “Since I challenged you, you may pick the terms. It is only right.”

Ranma smiled, “Martial arts and none of that funny stuff like spells and magic and stuff.”

The man answered, “Is that really fair. I already told you that martial arts are not my forte. Is it honorable to disarm me so? Would you be willing to fight Lilly instead? She is really quite remarkable at the close quarters aspect of combat.”

Ranma answered, “If you must hide behind this Lilly of your, than do so. You would probably not be much of a challenge to me anyhow.”

Allendale sighed, got off the bed, and said, “On second though Lilly would probably kill you and we can’t have that. Let us be done with it, you and I.”

Ranma moved in for the attack. Then Allendale moved with lighting speed. He delivered four blows to critical points before Ranma could react and Ranma dropped like a ton of bricks.

When Ranma awoke she was on the bed, feeling like she had been run over by a freight train. She noticed she was nude. She gasped, “Where is my clothing?”

Allendale answered, “In safe keeping. Do you not forget that for the next week you are mine. I will not demand you of anything you do not want to do but your options will be limited. For instance you will wear what I give you or nothing at all. Either way will be fine with me. Either way you will a treat to the eyes.”

Ranma moaned happily at the thought that her body would bring Allendale. Her nipples grew hard and erect when Ranma realized that he was taking pleasure from studying them. Her cheeks grew red and soon she was slipping a silky, slight dress that stuck to her like a second skin. She quivered in ecstasy in its touch. She gasped in happiness when she looked in a mirror and saw how it fell from her body. She gasped, “Get these feelings out of my head!”

He answered, “No can do. For the next week you your mind will be my pallet. Let us see how well you resist the desire and suggestions I place there.”

Ranma glanced at a door leading out of the sweet. Allendale answered, “You are free to go but I would not advise it. While you are unconscious I took the liberty to move the sweet to a different plane. There are fates awaiting you out there far worse than anything you could imagine. There are things out there I doubt I could protect you from. We are safe in here but for the next week I am afraid it will be just you, I, Nabiki and Lilly.

Again Ranma quivered at the thought being under protection of Allendale. She quivered at the though of Allendale of her Lord and Master. She looked at Nabiki, content in her slavery and decadently enjoying her state. Her body was draped delicate, fine chains and body jewelry. Allendale walked over to the harpsichord. He set down and started to play. Nabiki stood up started to sway with the music. Ranma began to twist on the bed, wanting to join Nabiki in her sensuous dance. Allendale said, “Go ahead! Dance. I suggest you indulge yourself.”

Ranma could imagine sliding from the bed and joining Nabiki in her movements. It was an intoxicating fantasy. Ranma realized that she was too tired to resist her desire. She told herself that after a good night’s rest things would be different. Still in her mind she danced for hours, thrilled at dancing at the Music Allendale was creating. By the end of the night she was exhausted resisting her impulses. By the end of the night realized she was ready for the taking. The though of being his slave was exhilarating, intoxicating disgusting. Still she had to endure a night of Allendale and Nabiki coupling, wishing to join in and a determination not to give into those desires. She fell asleep groaning in frustration.

She groaned and twisted in her sleep, reacting from blissful, erotic dreams of slavery to Allendale and nightmare of her past life and freedom.

The next day she was finding it harder to resist. At times she spent her day blissfully following direction from Allendale and calling him Master. Other times she wondered why she was bothering to resist. She tried on a variety of feminine, sexy outfits and was thrilled and horrified that Allendale approved of how she looked. That evening she cuddled with Nabiki and Allendale in the bath. It felt good to have her body pressed against Allendale. It felt perverse for her not to be used. This evening she begged not to be left alone. He ordered to stand up and entice him. Instead she ran to her bed and had to endure another night of dreams and nightmares.

The next morning she was given the choice of a beautiful, sexy outfit and her old garb. Minutes later she was dressed in the sexy outfit and she started calling Allendale, “Master. She realized that soon she would be his slave body and soul. That night she gasped happily as Allendale stripped her out of her costume and carried her to bed. She yielded to his touch and followed his direction as she looked forward to her ravishment by her Master. At last she opened her thighs happily at his command and gasped as her Master took possession of his slave. She cried and squealed happily as they tried out different positions. That night she cuddled happily with her Master, knowing that she would no longer have to dream about the bliss of her slavery. She was experiencing it.

That night she kissed her Master on his forehead, walked to the front door and threw herself out of it. She felt herself falling through the inky, cold, void, and free.

Nabiki tried to hold Allendale back, crying that Ranma had made her choice. She could tell death was out there. Allendale answered that he did not like to lose and cast himself into the void.

Ranma found herself being entangled by a great mass of tentacles. She fought back as she realized tentacles searched for orifices to possess its meal. Soon she felt herself be penetrated three ways. She cried out in agony. She realized this monstrosity would relish her rape and feast on her pain, violation and agony, possibly forever.

Then she was free as Allendale cut away at the tentacles with a sword. She grabbed him as they fell the cold seeping into their souls. The thing followed, refusing to give up two tasty morsels now. Allendale cast powerful magic to destroy the thing or at least ward the thing off.

Still it pressed its attack. Soon Allendale’s sword was cutting and slicing at tentacles. Ranma cried out as she was pulled away from Allendale as tentacles wrapped themselves around Allendale and Ranma-Chan. The tentacles immobilized the pair as they were drawn away from each other,

Then a second monstrosity attacked, flashing with multiple swords and powerful magic of its own. She was an awful, beautiful terrible beast that seemed to live for the fight. Still she planned her attacks carefully and soon had Allendale and Ranma-Chan in her own coils. Weak as kitten Ranma-Chan said, “I am sorry. Your slave has doomed us both.” and slipped into unconscious.

When she next awoke she found herself in her Master’s arms, cuddled next to him in his bed. She was chilled and weak. Still she felt safe with Allendale. Weakly she asked why did he try to save her?

He weakly answered that for this week she belonged to him. She was under his protection. It would be shameful to not protect her if she was in danger. He could do no less.

She then asked what happen? How did they escape from that great, terrible, multiple armed creature? “

He answered, “That multiple armed creature was our savior.”

She asked, “Our savior?”

He answered, “It was Lilly.”

She asked, “Lilly, the bat?”

He answered, “Lilly, the bat. I warned you that close combat was her forte.”

He paused and the added, “We are again in your dimension. You may leave without fear of those beings.”

Ranma answered, “No Master. The week is not up. You still have a few days to tame me. We agreed.”

For the rest of the week pair stayed in bed as Nabiki nursed them back to health. Slowly they regained their strength. Allendale continued Ranma-Chan’s domestication but Ranma no longer resisted her fate. She wholly embraced it. Soon Ranma-Chan was transformed into his obedient and loving living fuck toy.

Some days later Ranma-Chan and Nabiki knelt behind their Master, wearing matching French maid uniforms. Allendale was sitting at a round table. He threw a small pouch to the other occupant of the table. She opened the pouch and poored some fine gems in her hand. Kasumi gasped, “Allendale, why?”

He answered, “A final payment for a fine pair of bitches. They turned our rather well.” He acknowledged his slaves. They quivered at his acknowledgement.

She studied both her sister and former housemate with satisfaction. She answered, “Allendale, I told you they were a gift. Because of them the dojo was on quite shaky financial and legal ground. Between the damage done by Ranma and his cohorts and Nabiki’s legally questionable schemes it was only a manner of time we ended up bankrupt or worse. Now I know Nabiki and Ranma are safe and I can concentrate on finding Akane a proper fiancée.”

Allendale answered, “Then think of it as a gift. It was quite a pleasure teaching you magic.”

She answered, “Perhaps I can offer you a gift in return. There are those other bitches and one cat who still might prove quite troublesome.”


Story © Theodoric of York