Subject: [brml] Kodachi's Captives (1/1) From: Rann Aridorn Title: Kodachi's Captives Author: Rann Aridorn Series: Ranma 1/2 Warnings: F/F/F, Non-Con Whipping, Spanking, Slavery Comments: Whee, another one night wonder! Despite all the fics I need to finish or even start, a comment on the Black Rose Mailing List sparked this, and it flowed well, and it's finished, so... enjoy. Ukyo groaned quietly, her head swimming as she came around. She winced a little as she came back to consciousness and felt how cold she was and a throbbing in one particular part of her head, which she couldn't remember how she'd gotten. Trying to move her hand to check for a bump, she found she couldn't. Forcing away the last of her disorientation and pain, she looked up, eyes going wide as she saw her bare arms above her head and the thick metal manacles around her wrists and the chains attached to them, holding her arms high and spread. Looking down to check her ankles, to see if they were chained as well, she almost yelped as she saw her bare breasts jutting into her line of sight. She was completely naked, no wonder she was cold! 'How can I not notice this stuff 'til I see it?! It's like some poorly thought-out work of literature!' But, she managed to see that her ankles, too, were manacled, legs forced to spread wide as well, the chains keeping her up on the balls of her feet. She looked ahead and up, unable to see much other than grey stone walls and ceiling, the room dark enough that little was visible, the corners cast into shadow. The sound of a low moan caught her attention, and she looked to the side... oops, arm in the way. Craning her head forward and trying again, she blinked in surprise at the sight of her rival Shampoo, similarly chained and naked. The Amazon's head was hanging forward, the long tendrils of purple hair she wore that usually fell across her front devoid of their small golden bells and brushing over dark nipples hard from the cold. Ukyo winced at a slight pang in her neck from the odd position, and shook her head, feeling her own unbound hair swish across her bare back. "Shampoo!" the chef called, almost growling, feeling the irrational desire to blame her situation on the other girl despite the obvious fact that both of them were captives. "Shampoo, wake up!" "{God dammit... what hit this one? Stupid damned Japan, can't even put out the trash without someone hitting you from behind with a mallet...}" Shampoo continued grumbling quietly in Chinese for a few moments, then gave her head a shake, waves of lavender silk swishing across her back and breasts, before she focused enough to take stock of her own situation and noticed her companion in bondage. "What happen here? Spatula girl get hit too?" "Yeah... some pervert's caught us, looks like, sugar. You got any idea who it was?" "Shampoo not see who, but see what. Shampoo get hit with big mallet. That mean two big suspects. Is either stupid violent girl, though Shampoo no think she ambitious enough for this, or is-" "OHHHHHHH HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!" Shampoo hung her head, body shivering in a mixture of dread and vexation as the well-known laugh rang through the room. "-...... crazy rose girl." There was the sound of a heavy door swinging open on rusty hinges, and then slamming closed, a deadbolt being thrown into place. Soft, almost inaudible footfalls padded over the dark stone floor, and Ukyo heard Shampoo yelp loudly mingled with the slap of skin on skin. Ukyo craned her neck again, seeing Shampoo squirming in her bonds and angrily glaring at Kodachi Kuno as the raven-haired girl strode to turn and face her captives. The Black Rose was wearing her typical black one-piece, though rather than spandex this version seemed to be made of black latex, clinging to her body so tightly that even the smallest curves of her gorgeous body, outlining the impression of her navel and the cleft of her sex, as well as casting her hard nipples into sharp relief to the point of her raised areola showing. This version actually showed less cleavage, the gymnast's shoulders capped with the thin black material, coming up to form into a sort of choker around her neck. And rather than her usual ribbon, she held a long black bullwhip in one hand, lightly rapping it against her other palm, her hands covered by black latex gloves that came halfway up her upper arms. Ukyo's jaw dropped, her mental train momentarily diverted onto an entirely different track by that sight. But she managed, after only a few moments of staring wide-eyed, to rally her indignation and shout, "This is going WAY too far, you perverted psycho!" Shampoo, who had needed a moment to stare in much the same manner despite her anger at being slapped on the butt, similarly gathered herself and added, "You let Shampoo go right now, crazy rose girl!" She added, smirking a bit despite the situation and glancing to the side. "You keep spatula girl if want, she probably like you." "Hey, shut up!" Ukyo growled, thrashing a bit in her chains, more in desire to inflict harm on her fellow captive than to actually get free. "You're the one who's into all that females as dominant stuff, you bimbo!" "Bimbo?! Shampoo get free and then she-!" "SILENCE!" Kodachi cried, giving her whip a crack to the side. Once she had her captive audience's undivided attention, she smirked, sliding her hand along the length of her whip, then yanking it between her hands to make another loud crack. "Good slaves don't speak unless it is to flatter or answer their owner." "NANI?!" "SHEN ME?!" Kodachi raised the back of her hand to her mouth, doing a somewhat quieter version of her infamous laugh before continuing. "I've captured you both, and before you leave this room tonight, you will both have sworn utter fealty to me as your owner and mistress!" Ukyo's pride asserted itself enough to snort derisively. "Yeah, fat chance of that." "Shampoo no ever swear to no one but Amazons and husband!" The Black Rose smiled wickedly, slinking forward to stand in front of Ukyo and run her latex-clad fingers lightly up and down the chef's flat stomach, making her shiver a little despite herself. She moved over, sliding her fingertips along Shampoo's spine and making the Amazon take in a sudden quick breath. The Black Rose, in a calm and businesslike manner, wrapped short strips of black cloth around each girl's long hair and pulled the new very loose ponytails over their shoulders. Then Kodachi was behind them both, out of sight of both girls no matter how much they craned their heads or twisted in their chains to look. "Um... is she gonna do what I think she's gonna do?" Ukyo whispered to her fellow captive, feeling a little hoarse, somehow sensing an undercurrent of anticipation in her own fear. "Shampoo think-" The Amazon paused and winced as she heard a few cracks of the whip, leaning her head forward to look over at Ukyo with wide purple eyes as if expecting to see the other girl in pain, and finding that Kodachi must simply be practicing. The Chinese girl continued, with a quaver in her voice. "Shampoo think crazy rose girl very serious." "Yeah, well I-" Ukyo's reply was cut off by a crack from Kodachi's whip that was definitely not for practice, the chef interrupting herself with her own surprised and pained scream. It felt as if a line of fire had been traced from her shoulder to her hip! She cried out again as the next strike lanced across her skin, making her arch high in her bonds, breasts lifted, body trembling. As the whipping continued, long thin welts crisscrossing each other across her slender, muscled back, Ukyo continued to thrash in her chains, crying out with each crack of the leather, her skin slowly gaining a bright glisten of sweat that shone in the dim light. Moreover, much to her confusion, the sharp slashes of pain gradually began to almost tingle throughout her body, the throbbing of the welts seeming to slide deep into her and settle into a low, pulsing heat deep in her belly. When Kodachi finally stopped, Ukyo slumped in her manacles, hanging her head, body shaking with some mixture of ragged sobs and ragged breathing. But she couldn't deny that some of the wetness on her inner thighs was not sweat, but arousal, mixing with the scent of an overworked body, creating a heady and almost overpowering musk. Shampoo was staring with such wide eyes that she had almost ceased to look Asian. She was nearly trembling in the manacles, biting her lower lip, feeling the cold trickle of a single drop of honey trickling down her leg. The Amazon's attention was suddenly wrenched from Ukyo as the whip cracked across her own back, and she cried out; despite knowing she would most likely be next, the strike had still come almost as a complete surprise. She threw herself against her bonds, trying to escape from the pain lashing across her back. The motions caused her supple, full breasts to jiggle and bounce as she thrashed, the creamy, pale skin soon shining with sweat. Ukyo had recovered herself enough to watch as Shampoo received the treatment she herself had been through so recently. 'I wonder if I looked that sexy getting whipped?' she thought, mind muddied by the strange swirl of exhaustion, pain, and arousal that had settled in. She continued to watch, transfixed, as Shampoo went through all the steps she'd been through, the exertion of her body becoming obvious in the sheen of sweat, the gradual increase of the musky scent of arousal and sweat, and something Ukyo hadn't noticed when it was her, a slow change in the pitch of the cries as the whip lashed across her back. Once the Amazon's ordeal had run its course, she too was allowed to collapse exhausted in her bonds, shaking and whimpering, her bangs dripping and plastered against her forehead. Kodachi moved forward into their line of sight again, just barely, and Shampoo didn't seem inclined to look yet. The Black Rose examined her Chinese captive, then nodded, seeming to approve of what she saw, undoing the cloth strap and letting Shampoo's hair free, the Amazon making a low sound at the feeling of purple silk brushing across angry red welts. Then the gymnast strode over to Ukyo, reaching a hand up and tracing a latex-clad fingertip over the lines that marked the chef's back like some sort of living representation of a spiderweb. Ukyo hissed between her teeth, managing an insincere "Stop it." "No," Kodachi replied, sounding amused, continuing to move her finger along the welts as if plotting out a course on a map, making Ukyo squirm and make low sounds deep in her throat. "I must show you that you belong to me, silly girl." "I don't..." Ukyo gulped audibly, quivering, making the links of her chains rattle a bit. "I don't belong to you." "Ah, you see? You must still be taught." Kodachi smirked, pressing her fingertip in against the juncture of two whipmarks and drawing a low cry from the chef. "Choose... the hand, or the lash." "N-no..." Ukyo shook her head, feeling her hair brush across her slick breasts. "I won't choose! I won't play your game!" "Choose, slave, or I'll use them both!" countered Kodachi, a wicked glee in her cultured tones. The chef grit her teeth, clenching her hands into fists several times. Choosing would mean that, on some level, she was acknowledging Kodachi's dominance over her... not that there was much of a way to contest the simple fact of that. She thought of giving in, of telling Kodachi whatever she wanted, letting her DO whatever she wanted, and the images that came to mind both shamed her and caused new throbbing in the folds of her sex. "I..." She turned her gaze away, almost trembling. "... Hand." "That's a good slave," Kodachi cooed, pulling Ukyo's hair over her shoulder and loosing it, the chef finding herself making much the same sound as Shampoo had at the sensation of hair on whip marks. She yelped as she felt Kodachi's hand impact on one of her buttocks, then bit her lip as the raven-haired girl began spanking her, gloved hand rising and falling steadily, making Ukyo's entire body shake in its chains. The chef continued to work her lip with her teeth, trying to muffle herself. 'Ah! Damn! She spanks harder than my dad EVER did!' She couldn't stifle the next sound that burst from her lips, an intermingled yip and moan. 'Daddy's spankings never got me turned on, though. I can't believe this!' "Yes, that's it," cooed Kodachi, voice turned to silk as she continued to rain slaps on Ukyo's already-pinked ass. "Cry out for me, girl. Show your mistress that you're learning your lesson." Ukyo, as ordered, continued to give strangled little cries at the slaps on her now stinging buttocks, starting to squirm again in her bonds. The throbbing starting in her rear seemed to be translating into an equal throbbing in her labia and clit, a silent but urgent plea for release. She so longed for Kodachi's hand to slip lower, in a gentle carress, a hard rub, even one of those forceful slaps, just so she could be TOUCHED there. But Ukyo's arousal simply built to the boiling point and leveled out, leaving her writhing in her chains and begging not in words but with low yelps. If she hadn't been so turned-on, Ukyo Kuonji definitely would have been pouting. Kodachi was down on one knee, her face angled up to bury her mouth in Shampoo's sex, the Amazon writhing and crying out from the apparently very deft attentions of the Black Rose's tongue. The Chinese girl's buttocks still showed the red marks of Kodachi's lash, which, though thinner, looked far more red and throbbing than Ukyo's own still-glowing ass. 'It's not fair!' the chef thought with a little toss of her head, no longer concerned over the propriety of her thoughts, but only over the aching need that had built inside. 'I had my ass beat first! I should get to cum first!' The lash had made a much louder sound than Kodachi's hand, a sharp crack, different than the whip, and Shampoo had squealed and squirmed delightfully. The sight and sound had only added to Ukyo's almost painful arousal. Shampoo's cries were all of ardent pleasure as her now-acknowledged owner's mouth worked her pussy, tongue sliding along the Amazon's dripping folds before pushing into her and thrusting in and out quickly. Occassionally, Kodachi would pull back a bit and spend long moments nibbling and tugging at Shampoo's engorged clit, making the Chinese girl fight hard against her orgasm, having been ordered not to cum until her mistress allowed her to do so. A latex-gloved hand squeezing one lash-marked buttock caused Shampoo's next cry to trail higher, the shot of pain mingling with the pleasure of Kodachi's thrusting tongue, pushing her dangerously close to the edge. A finger slipping between her buttocks to rub gently in a circle around her puckered rosebud caused Shampoo's closed eyes to shoot wide open, momentarily quieting her with shock at the strange new sensation and a little fear. But as the finger made no move to enter and only continued lightly stroking her entrance, the Amazon settled back down into moaning pleasurably, learning to enjoy the sensation quite quickly. After what felt like an hour, Kodachi drew her face back and gave her lips a long, langorous lick, then nodded approvingly. "Alright, my dear slave," she purred, raising her free hand and sliding a single finger slowly into Shampoo's pussy, then flicking her thumb across the purple-haired girl's clit. "You may cum." Shampoo threw her head back and screamed long and loud, orgasming perfectly on cue, her inner walls clenching around Kodachi's finger and rippling as if trying to pull it in, the Amazon's lithe, sweat-slick body trembling like a leaf in a hurricane. Kodachi's hand was quickly coated with a thin, shining layer of girlcum, a few drops managing to fall to mingle with the dampness on the floor. "Good girl," Kodachi murmured, almost seeming a bit awed as she stood and turned her hand, letting a little of Shampoo's nectar pool in her palm before licking it up. She made a low sound of approval, then moved over to Ukyo, raising her fingers to the girl's lips with the flourish of offering caviar. "Lick." Panting softly, more turned on than ever after watching Shampoo orgasm and desperate for one of her own, Ukyo obediently stretched her tongue out to stroke it over Kodachi's glistening, gloved fingers. She could taste the sweet, almost tangy flavor that was Shampoo, mingled with the strong taste of latex, which was strange, but somehow not unpleasant. She continued to lick until Kodachi, deeming it enough, lowered her hand. "Well, my willful little slave, do you understand that I am your owner and mistress now?" Ukyo nodded meekly, brown eyes pleading with her mistress for the same release that had been given to the other girl. "Oh, you want what I gave your sister, do you?" Kodachi cooed, eyes almost taunting Ukyo as she stepped close, raising a hand to tweak a hard nipple with damp fingers, drawing a low pleasured noise from the chef. Ukyo was almost thrown by the reference to her sister, then understood what Kodachi meant... her sister in slavery, Shampoo. She nodded enthusiastically, and almost sobbed with relief when the raven-haired girl went to one knee. "Let's see then... "You put up more resistance than she did... perhaps you liked the rough treatment I gave you, hm?" Kodachi continued, almost as if musing to herself. She leaned forward, warm breath washing over Ukyo's tender flesh, making the brown-haired girl quiver. "That's why, I think... you held out longer so I'd keep being rough with you, ne? Well, no need to worry, my pet. I'll do that anyway." The Black Rose bit almost savagely at Ukyo's clit, earning a cry of surprised pain-pleasure. She continued to work the throbbing nub between her teeth, almost chewing with it, moaned whimpers falling from the chef's lips at the loving abuse. Once she'd satisfied herself with molesting Ukyo's clit, Kodachi nibbled hard along the girl's drenched labia, then thrust her tongue as roughly as she could into her slave's pink opening. 'Oh god... so good...' Ukyo tried her best to arch her hips to meet Kodachi's thrusting tongue, but her spread-eagled position made it somewhat difficult. Her yips and moans of pleasure turned into a much higher cry as, without warning, the Black Rose thrust her index finger to the hilt into the chef's tight rear opening. The latex made it a little slicker, luckily, and Ukyo was gradually learning to think of the pain as just one more sensation to be given to her by her mistress. Kodachi stroked her finger hard and fast into Ukyo's clenched little asshole and continued to drive her tongue into her slave's sex, pausing occassionally to work the sensitive flesh over with hard nips and bites from her teeth. After an exquisite and all-too-short eternity, she leaned her head back and raised her hand, slamming two fingers into Ukyo's virginally tight sex and finger-fucking her hard and fast. "You too. Cum now." The chef could do nothing but oblige, throwing her head back, mouth opening in a silent cry as every muscle in her body tensed, pussy clenching around Kodachi's still-thrusting fingers. Then the fingers were abruptly yanked out of her, and she could feel her inner walls working on nothing. While Ukyo was still panting and gathering herself, Kodachi stood and moved over to the avidly-watching Shampoo, who seemed to be making no secret of the fact that she'd enjoyed the show. Standing on tiptoe, Kodachi managed to undo Shampoo's wrists restraints by herself, then bent to undo the ankle restraints. She repeated the process for Ukyo, then stood back, nodding approvingly. "You're both going to be good slaves, but I can't have you fighting. Now, I want you both to have a nice, deep kiss, and be good sisters from then on." Despite what they'd just been through, both girls blushed as they looked at one another. Nevermind the sex, this would be the first real kiss for both of them, let alone girl-to-girl kissing. And neither one of them was the other's greatest fan. Still, their mistress commanded. Slowly, Shampoo and Ukyo moved together, coming close enough that their bare breasts pressed against one another. Still blushing, they leaned down and awkwardly pressed their lips together, closing their eyes. Gradually, the awkwardness faded, lips turning soft and yielding, beginning to work together, as almost in chorus, the thought went through their heads, 'Hey, this isn't so bad.' Their hands came up, arms wrapping around one another, low moans echoing into each others' mouths at the touch of hands on whip-marks as they pulled one another close. "Good slaves," Kodachi spoke up, breaking the spell, Shampoo and Ukyo pulling away from one another (though not entirely), and looking to their mistress. Kodachi moved back towards a wall, sitting down on a stone bench they hadn't noticed before and spreading her legs wide. With a hard, steady pull, Kodachi tore the latex crotch from her leotard, then beckoned with a single finger. "Now, be even better slaves and service your mistress. Nodding in near-unison, Ukyo and Shampoo moved over to Kodachi, pressing close together as they both got down on their knees and leaned in. Two tongues began dancing inexpertly but ardently over Kodachi's folds, almost making her purr with pleasure. Ukyo and Shampoo's tongues flicked over each other almost as much as they touched their mistress's tender pink flesh, seeming to enjoy that contact now that they'd had a taste of it, so to speak. Then they seemed to develop a plan of attack, Shampoo leaning her head up to suckle and lick at Kodachi's clit, Ukyo dipping her head down to work her tongue into the Black Rose's opening. "Ah!" Kodachi threw her head back, trembling a little in surprised ecstasy as her slaves coordinated their assault. "Oh, you really ARE good slaves... mistress will be sure to reward you both!" Kodachi had already been pushed to the brink several times herself, twice from the mere act of whipping and spanking the other girls, and once more when she had made Shampoo cum on command. Against the combined work of both slaves, the Black Rose couldn't hold out, and with a long, sweet cry, rewarded them both with a gush of honey. "Ah... ohhhhh... ohhh hohoho... you are such sweet darlings," Kodachi panted, looking down at the glistening-lipped smiles of her new pets. "Come up here, dears, and give mistress a kiss." It was a delicate maneuver, but the three of them managed to get their faces close together without knocking heads, tongues flicking out to dance across each other in a sort of three-way french kiss. After a few moments, Kodachi wrapped her arms around the girls' waists and pulled them down to sit on either side of her. As her pets snuggled in against her sides and Kodachi stroked their hair, she glanced back and forth affectionately. "We'll rest a moment... and then begin the really fun stuff." It was just another day in Ucchan's Okonomiyaki... well, almost. Ukyo was going about her cooking, wearing her typical outfit while on the job, blue tights and shirt with yellow bandoliers slung across her chest, hair bound up with a white ribbon. But a new addition was the thick black leather collar around her neck, a faint jingling sound heard with every movement due to the tags clipped to it jingling together; one of silver metal in the shape of a small spatula, engraved 'Ukyo', the other unengraved but obvious in its meaning, a flat rose of black metal. The Black Rose herself sat in a nearby booth, writing a letter in sweeping, almost calligraphic hiragana, a light rose scent rising from the black paper, the words almost glistening in silver ink. She paused in her writing, then set the pen down and beckoned Ukyo over. As quickly as she could, the chef finished the okonomiyaki she had on the grill and hurried out from behind the counter and over to the booth, bowing and piping, "Hai, mistress!" loud enough to turn several heads. Smiling approvingly, Kodachi gestured for Ukyo to stand up, then reached a hand forward and slipped it into the front of her pants. The chef squirmed as the gymnast stroked her fingers over smooth skin, then nodded approvingly and withdrew her hand. "Very good, just as instructed. No panties, and you shaved as well." "Ah, well, mistress, Shampoo-chan helped with that," Ukyo murmured, eyes downcast subserviently, cheeks flushed. As if summoned by her fellow slave saying her name, the purple-haired Amazon walked through the door, the entrance chime mingling with the sound of her own collar's tags clinking together, silver cat and black rose seeming to get along famously. She trotted over to stand by Ukyo, bowing to Kodachi and giving her own "Nihao, mistress!", turning even more heads and inspiring a good deal of sweatdrops. "Hello, nekosureibu," Kodachi smiled, then repeated her little test, watching Shampoo squirm with a smile on her face and a blush on her cheeks. Kodachi sat back in her booth, then nodded regally at both her slaves. "You may run off and play now, girls." Chorusing "Haaaaiiiiii!" in unison, Ukyo and Shampoo scampered off behind the counter, laughing and gently teasing one another about who was the better cook. Even those that had been giving them odd or dirty looks over calling Kodachi 'mistress' and that odd squirming they'd done for some reason they couldn't see found themselves smiling, finding the good will infectious. Kodachi, too, smiled, then turned to add something to the letter after her elegantly-written name. Then, tucking the scented paper into an envelope, stood and went to tuck it into Ukyo's To-Do tray for mailing. '-working out very well. Both of the girls are learning VERY well to be proper slaves. Ukyo likes it quite rough, and Shampoo prefers some of my more subtle machinations. But both of them are working out very well. The other one I mentioned to you, the annoying girl with short black hair, keeps begging me to make her my slave, but I refuse. She's simply far too annoying and graceless to be mine. How go your own endeavors? I eagerly await news of how things go with you. -Kodachi P.S. Shampoo and Ukyo are so much happier now that they're mine. It is as if some sort of great weight has been lifted off of them, and I feel much the same. Perhaps sometime soon we shall have to worry about our commitments to Ranma, but until that time... we are VERY happy.' Ayeka smiled as she finished reading the letter from her penpal. She leaned back, sighing softly, then sat up a little and reached over to her bedside table, trying to disturb neither Ryoko or Kiyone, the green-haired women curled against her sides and almost atop her, cuddled in close, naked bodies soft and warm against hers. Ryoko stirred a little and made a low sound as the Jurain princess' fingers stroked lightly over the healing whip-marks on the space pirate's back, before Ayeka managed to reach her light purple stationary and golden gel pen. Outside, unheeded, came a weak knocking at the door, Mihoshi's voice filtering in. "Pleeeeease can't I come in? Oh pleeeeeeeeeeeease?!" 'Dearest Kodachi, Things are much the same here...' - End