A Ranma 1/2 Lemon fic.

WARNING: This fic contains scenes of non-consentual sex, domination and various other scenes of graphic sex.
Hope you like it ^_^

Disclaimer: Ranma 1/2 belongs to Rumiko Takahashi and all other distributing companies forthwith.

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Chapter 1.

Ranma glared at the panda beside her as she trudged along in the pouring rain. It had only been a few hours since she had gained her curse, and she had no intention of letting her father forget her serious displeasure. A short distance away, the panda cringed slightly at the heated look directed its way, and affixed its eyes securely on the ground, intent on not acknowledging it's erstwhile progeny.

"Stupid old man," Ranma snarled, pushing her sodden red bangs out of her eyes and trying to ignore the fiercely burning sensation originating from her breasts as the sodden gi top she had put on dragged over her sensetive nipples. Grinding her teeth as she took a particularly deep breath that made her want to shudder, the pony-tailed girl attempted to burn a hole in the muddy road that stretched in front of them.

"Ah Sirs, you is very lucky, yes? Today annual tournament of Juketsuzoku village! Much goodly entertainment yes? Is lots of womans running about in...uh..." The Jusyenko guide trailed off at Ranma's fiery glare, daring him to continue the line of thought further. She had already caught him ogling her unbound chest and licking his lips when he thought she could not see.
She cracked her knuckles warningly, and the guide began to sweat.

"Runnin' about what, Guide?" Ranma asked sweetly, eyes promising a world of pain. She hated this man for his clingy eyes and vapid smile when staring at her breasts. It made her feel dirty, and she certainly wasn't about to let him do the same to other women, even ones she'd never met before.

"Uh..." the guide sweated, his smile strained slightly. "Running about...uh...and...uh...doing...things?" He ventured weakly. Ranma's glare subsided slightly, and continued plodding toward the village in the distance. Remarkably, after another five feet, the rain stopped completely, and everywhere she looked seemed as dry as if it had been in the sun for days. Looking back, she saw a similarly bewildered look on her panda-father's face. The guide merely looked resigned.
"Is Jusyenko effect," he said, as if that explained everything. Ranma snarled softly and continued forward towards the village.

As they entered the village, Ranma glanced around at the buildings: most built out of strong wood and bamboo, and some larger ones towards the back of the village, these more like houses than huts, built out of brick and mortar.
There were few people about, and the few that stopped to gaze at them did so with suspicious looks, though those subsided slightly when they saw the guide walking next to them, pointing out several key places in his pidgin japanese.
After about ten more minutes of walking they came to the centre of the village, though Ranma privately wondered it 'town' would be more appropriate for the size of the place, seemingly able to hold a few thousand people by her crude estimation.

The redhead looed on in interest as two girls, both approximately her own age, jumped up onto a large log suspended at either ent to two taller poles, both firmly pounded into the ground in order to support the weight of those fighting on it.
Idly reaching out and snagging a piece of fruit from the nearby buffet table, Ranma watched avidly as the two girls sprang at each other, the larger and more masculine looking one swinging a huge bo staff at the smaller purple-haired girl, who nimbly dodged with a backflip, kicking out with her feet as she did so and scoring a hit on the larger girl's shoulder.

"Nice shot," Ranma murmured to herself with a grin, taking a bite out of her fruit in the lull of the match. Soon enough the two had regained their bearings, going at each other again, the large one obviously posessing far more power, but slower and slightly less skilled at dodging than her opponent. Several times the smaller girl had darted in with her weapons - a pair of steel maces called bonbori - and scored telling hits that would add up over the course of the match and take their toll on the larger girl.
Sure enough, with a stiff swing that made the larger girl grimace in pain, the purple-haired one ducked under the swing, sending her bonbori slamming into the semi-armoured side of her opponent and casting her off of the log. Ranma, like everyone else, cheered the victor, a broad grin on her face.

Shampoo, up on the challenge log, lost her smile as she spotted a panda digging into her victory feast. Sure the whole village would be able to partake in it, but to do so uninvited! And be an animal to boot! She growled and leapt off the log, fighting a small bout of fatigue and making her tired muscles move smoothly as she strode angrily to her prize.
Apparently the chinese man, who was certainly ugly, had noticed the same thing she had, and was now exclaiming in a language she barely recognised as Japanese that the panda - who he called 'honoured Mr. Customer' for some odd reason - and telling them that they had done something very foolish.
The amazon champion noted the petite redhead yelling at the panda and quickly ran her over in an assessing manner. Small and agile looking, but without much apparent strength. That done, Shampoo eyed the girl's almost exposed chest hungrily as her breasts bounced even more shockingly than hers did!

Wow, they're pretty big, she thought to herself. I wonder if I can get her to have some fun later? Or even now? Hiding the feral grin that threatened to engulf her face, she turned to the guide.

"Why is her panda eating my prize!?" She shouted as angrily as she could, casting lightning fast glances at the generous swell of creamy white skin that rose and fell heavily with each frustrated breath. The guide looked striken for a moment before at a quick gesture turned to the small redhead.

"She say, 'why you panda, eat my prize?'" He said quickly, almost stumbling over his words in his haste to speak. The redhead glared at the panda angrily, which seemed to wilt under the look and waved a sign that Shampoo had trouble reading. The glare directed at its person intensifieduntil the girl broke off into a thoughfull look, making her look heart-achingly cute. Shampoo's mouth watered slightly.
Snapping her fingers, the read head grinned cockily at Shampoo and turned to the guide.

"Well, this food's tha first prize, right? So, if I challenge her for it, there'd be no problem, right?" The man looked bug-eyed at her, before turning back to the amazon. Shampoo, although she understood perfectly what had been said, looked at him inquiringly, forcing herself not to shudder at the ugly face.

"Honoured Amazon, she said that she challenges you for the food," the guide said, sweat popping out on his brow. Disappointed that the girl hadn't offered to pay in any manner, and more than a little insulted that this girl, who looked to be no older than herself, thought she was good enough to defeat the champion of her age group, Shampoo scowled at her and nodded curtly. She'd show this cocky outsider who was best! The purple-haired girl fought to conceal a lecherous smile.

Then I'll show her a thing or two!!! She crowed mentally as she planned what to do with the girl as payment for the dishonour and the food.

Leaping up onto the challenge log, Shampoo felt a slight twinge of uneasiness as she realised her muscles were beginning to stiffen up from the day's exhertions, and quashed the thoughts before they could affect her performance. The redhead jumped up shortly after, a strange look crawling across her face as her unbound breasts bounced inside the gi she wore and a pink blush appearing on her cheeks.

Oh-ho! Shampoo thought gleefully. She is aroused? How wonderful! Maybe I can use it in the fight? Grinning as hungrily as she could, the amazon leered at the redhead, causing her eyes to widen slightly in confusion, and spoke.

"Name Shampoo," she purred, mentally cursing her poor japanese and hoping the effect had not been spoiled. She was lucky as the girl blushed a little more and worked her mouth silently a few times before speaking her own name.

"Uh...I-I'm Ranma. So," she said, standing lightly and without any persceptible stance, "we gonna go or what?" Changing her leering grin into a smirk, Shampoo nodded and swung her bonbori expertly, with only a fraction of her strength to test the girl. Seeing the girl flip away back to the end of the log, the violet haired amazon barely missed a viscious kick to the chin that would have sent her sprawling by jerking her head back. Eyeing the girl with a newfound respect, the amazon moved closer, swinging in a one-two combo that caused the girl to vault right over her head. Guessing correctly, Shampoo jerked her head to the side as she span, finding a foot departing rapidly from the area her head had occupied a second ago.

"Is good," she said softly, frowning at her crude language. The girl's own smirk grew into a grin at the compliment.

"You ain't so bad yerself!" She answered. Shampoo grinned in reply and tried to sweep her legs out from under her, following up rapidly with a sideways double-blow from her bonbori that had defeated Dowell just a few minutes ago. For a wonder, the girl twisted into a horizontal spin in mid-air, avoiding both the sweep and the follow-up in one movement before landing on her hands and mule-kicking backwards into shampoo's chest. However Shampoo, having determined that her opponent was much more agile than herself, had moved a fraction to the side, and caught both the girl's legs under her armpit. Discarding her bonbori for the moment, she gave an evil grin at the seemingly helpless girl and allowed her free hand to crawl up to the girl's groin and press gently into the yeilding material.
The redhead's eyes widened in shock, and quick as a flash she was free, leaving Shampoo to blink and wonder what had happened. Before she could figure a response the girl slammed a heel into her jaw, her cry of "PERVERT!" echoing around the village as the world tilted crazily for the amazon champion until she impacted heavily on the packed earth around the log.

"Aiyah," she muttered as she rolled onto her back. Spotting the redhead glaring furiously at her, she slowly clambered to her feet, a slightly sheepish smile on her face.

I know just the thing for this situation! She thought to herself, and promised she would wince when she got home. That girl's foot was hard!!!

"Is joke!" she murmured as she stepped closer to the girl, who looked vaguly suspicious. "Is joke, see? Shampoo no mean it!" The amazon ignored the mutterings of some of those close enough to hear her words. The only thing that mattered now was getting this right...

"So...the food's ours...right?" Ranma asked, eyeing her neutrally. Shampoo took another step closer and nodded cheerfully. The girl sighed and nodded. "Okay, that's fi-MMMPPH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Her words cut off as Shampoo lunged forward, crushing her lips to those of the petite redhead and parting her teeth with her probing tongue. Her hands moved, one used to hold the head of the redhead motionless, the other on a very different mossion, as it burrowed into the pants of the gi, past the girl's underwear and curled up slightly. Her blue eyes bugging out in shock, Ranma stood frozen as the purple-haired amazon slipped two fingers up into her most private of places and stroked gently.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!" She screeched, her voice muffled by the mouth that obscured her own. Jerking from the pleasant feeling, her eyes rolled up and she collapsed into Shampoo's waiting arms. Grinning victoriously, Shampoo hefted the lighter girl over her shoulder and sprinted for her house.
Over by the buffet, the guide shook his head and massaged his sinus, while the Panda next to him stared blankly forward in shock, a slight trail of blood eeking from its nose.

"Very bad, Mr. Customer. Amazon give 'Kiss of Little-Death.' We come back in few days, yes? Maybe she let her go then." Nodding to himself, the Jusyenko guide dragged the comatose panda off back to his hut. Trying to retrieve honourable Mr. Customer's son now would be tantamount to suicide.

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Ranma awoke slowly, her vision slightly foggy and a strange taste in her mouth. Working her tongue to try and rid herself of the taste revealed that it was infact something that had been wedged in her mouth. Pushing at it with her tongue let her know that her mouth was open almost as far as it could go, and that there were straps leading from it that went around the back of her head. Shaking her head from side to side, the redhead tried to remove the gag from her mouth using her hands, but found to her growing panic that both were firmly secured by heavy metal manicles padded with soft leather above her head. A test of her legs revealed that they were also manacled, but in a different fashion.
Moving slightly and lifting her head a little, Ranma identified that there were a set of cuffs secured around her thighs on a pair of long stirrups that held her legs spread wide open. A similar pair were also attatched to her ankles.

She was also naked as the day she was born.

"MMFF!" She exclaimed, growling at her inability to speak. Jerking at her bonds roughly did nothing, much to her surprise. She had thought she had enough strength, though lessened slightly in this form, to snap the simple metal straight off.
Growling a second time, she thrashed wildly, also letting her know of the leather strap over her stomach that kept her from arching her back completely.

Well, she thought smugly, that's no problem, I can snap that easy! So thinking, the redhead clenched her muscles and arched her back as sharply as she could so she could force the leather to snap. Except it didn't. Bewildered, and more than a little anxious, Ranma began to struggle desperately, trying to seek a way to free herself from her bonds. After five minutes of exerting herself, she lay, panting through the porous gag and her nose, and covered in a fine layer of sweat.

What's wrong with me? Ranma thought to herself. I can't break these manacles, I can't snap this leather, and now I'm panting as if I've ran twenty miles!!! WHAT'S GOIN' ON!?!?!?!? Huffing and panting in the silence, the redhead rested for a moment before struggling violently to free herself once more.

"No do that anymore, yes? You no get free." The voice came from behind, and slightly to the right, so Ranma twisted her neck as far as it could go in an attempt to see her would-be captor. Seeing no one, she growled softly and attempted to yell at whoever stood just outside of her sight, her words coming out severely muffled through the gag and making her even more angry.

I'll tear 'em apart! She snarled furiously, thrashing again until she froze at a soft, warm hand being placed on her bare shoulder. Jerking her eyes up, she found the twinkling red eyes of Shampoo, a smile on her pretty face.

"Nihao, Ranma. You stop struggling, yes? Do you no good. Shampoo press weakness point, make you weak as puppy! You no get out of cuffs, yes?" The amazon giggled and walked around the table that Ranma appeared to be shackled to, the heavy wood warm against the petite girl's skin. Ranma merely glared silently at her captor, betrayal and hatred flaring brightly in her eyes. Shampoo paused for a moment, as slightly sad frown flitting across her brow, before she smiled softly.
"Shampoo japanese is too too poor, not goodly with speech. But Ranma no speak mandarin, no? So Shampoo speak Japanese for Ranma so Ranma understand. You know why you here?" She asked, tilting her head to the side. Ranma glared and shook her head, noticing that her hair had been unbound and now cascaded over the edge of the table in a scarlet wave. Shampoo pursed her lips and tapped them with her index finger, walking half-way around the table again to stop at Ranma's left shoulder. She leaned over and rested her chin on the palms of her hands, her elbows resting against Ranma's exposed side, making the girl shiver slightly. Leaning over slightly, the amazon spoke.
"You insult amazons," she whispered softly. "You eat prize, then challenge champion to match. Insult not just, Shampoo, but all amazon pride. Think you better than Shampoo. You know that Shampoo fight all day, yes? She very tired when you challenge. You win by luck, Ranma. Shampoo know this. You make five hundred punches in three second, yes?" She paused to show she wished an answer. Slowly, reluctantly, Ranma shook her head, her eyes showing a battle to be furious or to try and understand what the amazon was speaking of.
"Yes," Shampoo continued, "Shampoo loose to outsider. You know of outsider laws, Ranma? They say, if womans defeats amazons she kill. She hunt to End of Earth to get revenge. You know this?" Again, Ranma shook her head, a large degree of shock in her eyes at this pronouncement. Shampoo grinned and leaned in closer, allowing her hot breath to wash over the smaller girl's face and chest. She allowed a small part of herself to celebrate victory as she saw the girl's nipples harden in response. "Yes, Shampoo could have give Ranma 'Kiss of Death,' is promise to hunt down and Kill outsider. You want Shampoo kill you?" Ranma shook her head, trying to maneuver herself away from the slow forward motion of the amazon. By now, Shampoo was almosst nose-to-nose with the redhead, her breath coming steady and even verses the slightly panicked breaths of Ranma. She smiled hungrily at the smaller girl, making her eyes widen and breath quicken in response.
"No, Shampoo no think you do. So, you know what Shampoo do? She give 'Kiss of Little-Death' to Ranma. You know what this is?" The redhead gave a tiny shake of her head, almost afraid that anything larger would bring them into liplock.
Ranma, being a man, certainly did not want to experience what she had done before at the village centre. It was highly unnerving, and she had no idea it would be so intense.

Silently, Ranma resolved *never* to allow that to happen again. Unfortunately for her, it was a vow destined to be broken.

Shampoo looked at her askanse for a moment, as if judging whether she lied, then blinked and withdrew slightly.
"You no know what 'little-death' is?" She queried. Ranma shook her head again. Shampoo blinked and peered closer, her nose pressing against that of the redhead.
"Aiyaaah...." she murmured in surprise, before a delighted grin crossed her face. "You is never having 'little-death' before?" For the third time in as many minutes, Ranma shook her head, making the grin on the amazon's face grow wider. She leaned closer, pressing her lips to the rehead's ear.
"You know what's you is feeling in the village after match?" She whispered. She felt Ranma shudder - in delight she presumed, though she was wrong, it was disgust - and nod, and licked her lips. "Little-Death is much, much better than that. Is too too more powerful! Make feel too too good!" She pulled back and looked the horrified Ranma-chan in the eye, taking the girl's horror for awe and surprise. "You want feel that, yes?" Much to her surprise, Ranma-chan shook her head violently from side to side in a negatory fashion.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMF!! MMMM!!! MMMM, MMMMPH!" Ranma shrilled, her eyes wide and utterly horrified. Shampoo blinked and shrugged.

"Is no worry! Is TOO TOO good!" She giggled, then sobred quickly. "But," she said, holding up a hand, "you still insults amazons. So, you must pay. I give you 'Kiss of Little-Death' so I give you many, many 'Little-Deaths,' but must make you suffer firt! Must make BEG, for 'Little-Death.'" Frantically, Ranma-chan shook her head, making Shampoo smile. "Oh? You no beg?" She purred. Ranma shook her head defiantly and glared at the amazon hatefully.

I'm a guy dammit! A GUY! DAMN YOU SHAMPOO! I'LL NEVER BEG!!!!!! I'D RATHER DIE FIRST! Ranma roared mentally, thrashing in her bonds as she did so. Shampoo pursed her lips carefully, a smile twitching up at the corners.

Oooooh...she doesn't want to beg! She thought joyfully. I can have so much fun! I hope she doesn't break too soon! I want a day, at least before she does! Spinning around and smiling gleefully, Shampoo quickly threw several logs into the fires that burned around the stone room. She leant against the wall outside and closed her eyes, thankful that her family had enough influence to get their own private sauna. Having the Matriarch as your own relative had its perks.

Inside, Ranma began to notice a definite increase in temperature, and growled furiously as sweat began to pop up all over her skin, making her squirm uncomfortably as it trickled down in mini-rivulets onto the table. For nearly half an hour she sweated, pulling at her shackles futilely and trying to ignore the fact that every inch of her exposed skin tingled madly. She merely assumed she needed to itch herself, and squirmed harder, ignoring the healthy pink blush that covered her from her chest to her cheeks. Once half an hour had gone by, Shampoo stepped back into the room carrying a strange, covered bucket, and set it inside what looked like an insulated stone box. Ranma shivered at the gust of cold air that blew across her naked form from the open door, and tensed as her nipples tingled, hardening instantly in the momentary cool breeze. Glaring at the offending body parts, the failed to notice Shampoo until her breath tickled her ear.

"Ah, Ranma liiike that, yes?" She purred seductively. Ranma growled and shook her head, glaring at the violet-tressed girl as she moved around the table, her fingernails trailing across the redhead's bare skin, making her shudder at the strange sensations.
"Well," she murmured, "if Ranma like hot and cold so much, maybe Shampoo oblige?" So saying, she turned around and lifted the stone lid of the box, reaching into the covered bucket that it held and bringing her hand back out again, concealing it behind her back as she sashayed over to the bound and gagged girl. Dressed now in a thin mandarin dress, cut to be sheer in the extreme and of little defensive value, and it clung ot her curves alluringly as the larger girl began to perspire faintly, though far less that Ranma-chan was herself.
Moving to Ranma's left shoulder, she leaned down and blew across the redhead's left nipple, making her shiver. Ranma herself bit off a surprised exclamation at the strange and very pleasant sensation, which made the situation all the more horrifying for the small boy-turned-girl. Glaring angrily at the amazon, she refused to utter a sound, which earned a smile from the girl, much to Ranma's surprise. She would have thought the other girl would have been disappointed.

Contrary to what Ranma believed, Shampoo was delighted with the girl's reaction, which showed she had a strong spirit. Smiling happily, the young amazon brought around the hand that held whatever she had taken from the bucket, and pressed it lightly to the underside of the redhead's breast. Immediately Ranma sucked in an astonished breath, her eyes bugging out at the contrary sensation. Smoothing her smile into an emotionless mask, Shampoo began to run the ice-cube around the base of the smaller girl's left breast, careful to work slowly and methodically. She tilted her head slightly at the soft protest that eeked out from Ranma's gag, but did not stop her slow and carefully methodical motions across the girl's sweaty skin.
Ranma shuddered and tried to twist away from the freezing cold cube, but had no success as Shampoo doggedly followed, moving the ice smoothly around the base of the breast. Biting as hard as she could into the gag, Ranma jerked at her bonds again, pushing down a frustrated growl at the innefective motion. Her senses, still unused to her girl-body, bombarded her with unwanted information, telling her exactly how sensetive her breasts were, and just what that ice-cube felt like. Unable to grind her teeth, Ranma settled for trying to constantly twist out of the way, largely unsuccessful due to the leather strap that held her stomach down onto the table. She groaned as Shampoo abruptly switched to the bottom of her right breast, having just been getting used to the feeling, and squinched her eyes shut as if to ward off the sensations that assailed her.

Shampoo smiled as she saw Ranma squeeze her eyes shut and decided to step up her plan a little. Moving ever so slightly, she shifted the melting cube of icy water up, circling widely around the tip of the beast, still avoiding the areola and nipple. The effect was instsantaneous, as Ranma snapped her eyes open and arched her back as high as she could, a muffled exclamation of surprise issuing loudly from the ballgag in her mouth.

Ranma snapped her eyes open as the freezing cold chunk of ice in Shampoo's hands climbed upward into an even more sensetive area, making her shriek in surprise at both the cool, wet texture and the imensely pleasant sensations that it kicked up. Her breathing quick and shallow, Ranma squirmed, trying to escape the maddening coolness that made her tingle all over, leaving her flushed and fidgety. Squeezing her eyes tightly shut again, she tried for a thrid time to block out all the sensations, failing miserably as Shampoo moved onto the left breast again, making wide, consistent circles around her breast. Caught unawares, Ranma's breath exploded from her lungs, making her eyes bulge in shock. Bereft of air, she whimpered softly as Shampoo inched closer to her areola and nipple, but not entirely there.
It took a few moments to penetrate that she was no longer trying to twist away, and was actually pushing upwards towards the ice instead, trying to get more of the pleasant feeling, no matter how jarring the temperature. Abruptly she stopped, staring wide-eyed at her breast, Shampoo's steady hand circling over and over again around it.
Her ocean-blue eyes flickered to meet those of the amazon, who smiled warmly at her. Ranma firmed her resolve and closer her eyes, trying to sink deeper into herself.

Watching the redhead lie back again and try to ignore the sensations of the ice-cube - now almost disappeared, Shampoo grinned.

You're not getting off that easy with me! She crowed mentally, and withdrew the cube, or what remained of it, throwing it over her shoulder to the floor. Ranma sighed in relief at the cessation of sensation, and relaxed slightly, trying to even out her ragged breathing. Observing this, Shampoo grinned wickedly and brought out a brand new rough cube of ice from the bucket, only slightly melted. Glancing at the glass window, she determined that it had been nearly an hour that she had 'tortured' the redhead. Well, she was certainly up for more!
Smoothing her face for a second time, she sat at the edge of the table and pressed the cube of ice directly onto the redhead's fully erect nipple.

Ranma shrieked and bucked at the icy cool touch of the cube, thrashing desperately to get away as her body shuddered delightfully at the pleasure and chill touch. She barely felt as Shampoo's arm draped across her lower abdoment, keeping her pinned down slightly as the maddening taunt of the ice-cube continued, circling around, gliding over and against her nipple over and over and over again. Ranma moaned against the gag, a few tears trickling down her face in humiliation and shame from the pleasure.

I'm a guy! Noooo...it's not supposed to feel like this! I'm not supposed to like it! I'm a guy! A GUY!! DAMN YOU SHAMPOO!!!!

Outwardly the redhead moaned and arched upwards, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. Shampoo watched this with slight trepidation, but continued on, switching to Ranma's right nipple and watching the girl jerk and moan loudly. She smiled slightly and leaned over, nibbling on the girl's throat gently up to her ear, suckling delicately on the girl's earlobe. In response the girl's breathing quickened, her arms and legs jerking on her bonds as she arched her back, thrusting her breasts as far as she could towards Shampoo's taunting hands.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM!!" She moaned, several more crystal tears cascading down her angelic face to splash against the table and Shampoo's cheek. Pulling away slightly and glancing at the tears, Shampoo smiled.

I know, she must like it so much that she's crying! Well...I can't make her cum just yet, but I *can* give her something to cry about! Grinning like a maniac, Shampoo left off teasing Rnama's nipples with the cube of ice and trailed it up and along the redhead's arm, paying careful attention to her wrist and elbow crook, her grin widening when Ranma squirmed and glared at her. Repeating the action down the other arm, she trailed the cube up again, circling the luscious breasts several times and grazing the nipples gently, watching with avid interest as Ranma shuddered, her eyes rolling in her head, choked off moans filtering through the gag.

"Ranma like, yes?" She purred in the girl's ear, recieving a hateful glare in response. Shampoo grinned and shook it off, knowing that it was more from the frustration of being teased more than anything else.
From her position at the table, Ranma glared daggers at the amazon, trying not to shake from the sharp spasms of pleasure that rocked her body, focusing directly on the sensetive nubs of her erect nipples.

Just you wait, Shampoo! When I get free, I'll KILL YOU! YOU HEAR ME!!! KILL YOU! Her train of thougth abruptly derailed as Shampoo left her nipples and began to trail the ice-cube down her stomach. Convulsing slightly, her breathing ragged and eyes wide, Ranma watched as the little cube of ice approached her groin.
Looking backwards, Shampoo saw Ranma eyeing the cube of ice as if it were a demon in disguise, panic crawling across her face folllowed rapidly by fear, pleasure, fury and pleasure again. Grinning happily, the purple-haired amazon skirted wide around the rehead's pubic hair (which was also a natural red, Shampoo noted) and slid the cool ice-cube down the thighs of the smaller girl. A soft groan floated to her ears as she slid the cube across the flushed, sweaty skin.

Clamping down hard on the ballgag in her mouth, Ranma frantically tried to calm her breathing and control the sounds that escaped her mouth, with little success. As Shampoo slid the ice-cube higher, Ranma was constantly reminded of the blazing hot area of her loins, which - until Shampoo had descended down there - she had been completely unaware of. Now however, she was completely aware of it, and that awareness was made even more pronounced with each stroke of the cube of ice along her spreadeagled thighs.
Shuddering with a mixture of pleasure and horror, the redhead moaned softly as Shampoo lifted the ice-cube above her thighs and through the soft curls of her pubis, the rapidly heating water trickling down through the smaller girl's glistening sex, prompting another round of delicious shivers.

Eyeing Ranma's sex hungrily, Shampoo resisted the urge to taste for herself, knowing full well that at the girl's obvious state of arousal it could possibly bring her all the way to orgasm.
That would simply not do, she had to beg for it, and beg she would.
Sliding the remains of the ice up to Ranma's red curls, Shampoo left it there to melt fully before fetching another cube of ice to use.

Ranma's pleasure fogged mind soundly cursed Shampoo to the best of it's ability, which was not much at present, due to the small rivulets of sweat and water running constantly over her thighs and sex. The redhead could feel *something* building, but had absolutely no clue as to what it would be, other than every step closer brought more pleasure, and so hinted that the greatest pleasure was yet to come. Ranma both dreaded and longed for it, wanting nothing to do with it, and wanting desperately to know what all of this was about.
Laying strapped to the table, naked, sweaty, hot and flushed, and highly aroused, Ranma moaned softly to herself, her arousal almost completely overpowering her logic centres and doing a good job of prevening her from protesting further.
So it was that when Shampoo returned and ran the fresh ice-cube over her nipples, a loud moan answered, combined with an enthusiastic jerk towards the offending object.

"Mmmmm..." Ranma moaned softly, her blue eyes pleading silently with Shampoo. The purple haired girl grinned and undid the gag in the redhead's mouth, disappointed that she had broken so quickly, but willing o do what she promised should the girl beg. Once the gag was free, Ranma panted for a moment before raising her head to look at Shampoo, her eyes burning with hatred.

"I'm gonna rip out your heart you-mph! MMMMMMPH! MMMMM!!" Glaring furiously around the gag shoved in her mouth, she struggled anew in her bonds, glaring vengefully at the amazon every now and again. Shampoo watched in amusement as the redhead struggled, shooting furious glares laden with promises of pain and death every few seconds. Getting bored of watching the girl struggle, she leaned down and pressed a finger to the girl's sex. Ranma froze instantly, a soft whimper passing the gag, her eyes very round as she watched Shampoo's arm as it passed out of her sight under a thatch of vivid red hair.
Shampoo grinned evilly at the girl and pressed a little harder, making the redhead collapse onto the table weakly and buck her hips. She removed her finger and walked up to the girl's head, spreading the glistening juice beneath the girl's flared nostrils. Ranma inhaled deeply, her nose twitching from the strange odour. Trying to take shallow breaths merely made her head spin, and reluctantly she began taking more normal breaths, even with her rapid breathing.
The small was oddly compelling, and knowing just what it was made her flush hotter that before in the humid room.
Smiling at the redhead's plight, Shampoo retrieved the ice-cube and ran it around the raised mound of flesh just around Ranma's sex, the smaller girl whimpering softly as the cube of frozen water slithered cooly across her sensetive flesh.
With an evil smile, Shampoo ran the cube directly up the girl's exposed nether lips, making Ranma's eyes bulge in astonishment and moan loudly into the gag.

"You like, Ranma? Shampoo think you do. Ranma wants more, yes?" Ranma shook her head weakly, her hips thrusting invluntarily towards the source of pleasure. Shampoo continued to run the ice-cube up and down for several more minutes, watching Ranma's face as it contorted with pleasure, her breathing coming in increasingly ragged and sporadic gasps, making her breasts jiggle delightedly with each intake.

"MMMM!! MM! M! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Shampoo grinned ferally as she saw the redhead approach orgasm, her face crumpled from the intense pleasure that was stimulated by the conflicting temperatures. Just before the smaller girl achieved release, however, Shampoo drew back and popped the ice-cube into her mouth, savouring the taste of her prisoner's sexual juices and bathing with delight in the mixed look of dissapointment, incredulity and fury in Ranma's eyes as she glared at her.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Shampoo said, wagging her finger just in front of Ranma's nose. "Shampoo say she no give you release until you beg! You want beg now?" Surprisingly, Ranma managed - barely - to curl her lips around the gag in an approximation of a snarl. Shampoo grinned and clapped her hands giddily as she skipped out of the room, another ideafor the torture of her prisoner already forming in her mind.
Ranma however, was left hanging on the verge of a delicious orgasm, snarling as she felt the tense knots of pleasure slowly unwind and pull her away from the sexual edge. Slamming her head against the table, Ranma screeched in fury and thrashed again in her bonds.

I'll KILL HER! Damn you Shampoo! How DARE you do this to me! Panting from the combination of heat, arousal and exhaustion, Ranma relaxed slightly, her muscles unknotting a little from their clenched positions.
A few moments later, it occured to Ranma that she suddenly felt a craving. Shortly afterward, she began soundly cursing as she realised that her body missed the ministrations of Shampoo and wanted more. Her skin tingled, eagerly awaiting more of the sensual touches from the ice. Her thighs yearned for the caress of Shampoo's strong hands and her sex cried out for more.
Clenching her fists in fury, Ranma valiantly ignored the gnawing sensation from her groin, but whimpered when a faint draft wafted over her exposed lips and soaked pubic hairs. She felt a warm fluid begin to leak down to the table from her groin and suddenly realised that the musky odour from under her nose was the exact same fluid leaking onto the table. Newly re-aroused, Ranma groaned when she felt her nipples stiffen in exitement, and contracted the muscles of her vagina in rapid response.
Her eyes widened when she realised this was exactly what Shampoo was trying to achieve! Staring purposefully at the ceiling, Ranma blocked out the yearning feelings her body was sending her and tried to make out the individual splinters of the woodgrain on the ceiling above her.

Ten minutes later, Shampoo entered the room and eyed her prisoner. Sweat covered her body, and her nostrils flared constantly. Her hips figeted where they lay, as if trying to touch some unseen force. Ranma's face however, was completely calm, her eyes affixed on one point of the ceiling. Pouting slightly, and chiding herself that she should have known that something like this would happen, Shampoo placed the plate of food to one side of Ranma's head. Five seconds later, Ranma rolled her head to the side and eyed the food hungrily, her stomach growling loudly, making the bound girl blush and Shampoo giggle.

"Should no look at Shampoo that way," the purple-haired amazon purred as she eyed the deadly expression on Ranma's face. Smiling craftily, she leaned down, her cheek resting on Ranma-chan's smooth stomach and blew softly across the erect nipples of her prisoner. Ranma gasped, a soft cry allowing Shampoo to know she had stimulated her correctly.
Smiling cattily, Shampoo captured the girl's left nipple between her lips, suckling softly and flickering her tongue over the hard nub of flesh. Ranma's face contorted as she tried to fight the sensations, a strangled moan escaping past the gag. Reaching across, Shampoo lightly rolled the right nipple between her thumb and forefinger, relishing the loud moan it produced, then stepping back from the smaller girl completely. Breathing heavily, Ranma glared at Shampoo, biting harshly into the gag. A small trickle of blood tracked their way down ranma's palms from where she had punctured her own skin with ehr fingernails.

Frowning cutely, Shampoo turned around and rummaged in a cupboard, previously hidden from sight in the wall, and turned around with a thick wad of bandages in her hands. Leaning closer to Ranma, she grinned wickedly.
"No have pain to focus on in torture, Ranma. Is very, very bad." So saying, she forced the girl's left hand open and deftly bound the girl's injured hands, made when she punctured her own skin with her nails. Repeating the action with the right hand, Shampoo finally put away the bandages and picked up the food. Now ignoring the amazon, Ranma eyed the food hungrily, her hands flexing as she imagined stuffing her face.
Smiling at the hungry look, Shampoo moved lower on the table and picked up a piece of sliced apple. Showing it to Ranma, she dropped her hand to the girl's groin, smiling at the panicked expression that crawled across the redhead's face. Squatting slightly, Shampoo reached out with her free hand and spread the swollen and glistening lips of Ranma's sex, firmly holding them down and preventing the bucking motion that the girl instinctively made toward her hand. Holding the slice of apple firmly between her fingers, she carefully began to work it into Ranma's pussy, ignoring the quick cry of protest, but paying careful attention to the sound and pitch of the redhead's subsequent moans. Once the small slice was fully buried in the redhead, she carefully drew it back out again and inspected it.
Seeing it completely smothered in a thick layer of Ranma's juices, she nodded happily and reached for the next piece. Ranma's incredulous shriek, muffled by the gag in her mouth, alerted her to the fact that Ranma had guessed her intentions.

"Hope you is hungry!" She said cheerfully. The horrified look on Ranma's face told her that she was fervently wishing she was not hungry. Grinning and humming a happy tune, Shampoo took each and ever piece of fruit that she had brought for Ranma - all sliced into clean, neat slices - and worked them into Ranma's depths, coating them in her dripping juices before placing them back onto the plate. Throughout all of this, Ranma failed to hold back the erotic moans of pleasure that betrayed her enjoyment of the culinary intrusion. Once all the pieces were coated with her juices, Ranma lay back and panted at the ceiling, her nostrils filled with the smell of her own arousal, body flushed and crying out for more.

She didn't know whether to laugh from the pleasure, or cry from the humiliation. She settled for neither and regaining her breath. Shortly, Shampoo's lavender hair cascaded around the redhead's face, obscuring the ceiling above her. Panting, Ranma managed a half-hearted glare, occasionally making grunting noises at the sharp jolts of pleasure her body incessantly sent her.
Grinning, Shampoo reached down and removed the gag in Ranma-chan's mouth. Working her stiff jaw Ranma opened her mouth again to spew out a steady stream of obsceneties but froze, her breath sucking in rapidly as Shampoo's elegant finger slowly lid into her glistening pussy. Bereft of breath already from breathing out in preparation of her torrent, Ranma whimpered pathetically and spasmed, a shriek of pleasure tearing from her lips as the purple-haired amazon curled her finger slightly. Absently Shampoo noted that the girl's maidenhead was in fact intact, signalling that the girl was truly a virgin as she had claimed at the beginning, she grinned perversely and planned to remedy that situation soon.

"Shampoo says: Be quiet. You be quiet for Shampoo?" She flexed her finger again, gaining another cry of pleasure from her captive. Panting Ranma nodded.

"Yes! Yes! I'll-aaAAHH!!!!!!!!" Her words cut off abruptly as Shampoo once agin flexed her finger.

"Did not Shampoo say, 'be quiet'? Why is Ranma not shutting up?" Gritting her teeth Ranma nodded silently, giving a soft cry (of pleasure, anger or disappointment, Shampoo wasn't sure), when Shampoo quickly removed her finger, forcing it into Ranma's mouth before she could react. Without thinking, Ranma suckled on the finger, tasting her own juices for the first time. Removing her finger, Shampoo watched the red flush of embarassment spread across Ranma's face and chest as she realised what she had just done.
Grinning, she picked up the first piece of apple that she had covered with the redhead's juices, and pushed it towards Ranma's mouth. However the redhead clamped her mouth shut and stubbournly refused, glaring furiously in return. Her grin widening, Shampoo reached out with her left hand and gently pinched a nipple. gasping, Ranma opened her mouth, allowing Shampoo to pop the sticky apple slice into the bound girl's mouth. Making motions to spit the slice out again, Ranma froze as Shampoo's hand swiftly descended and hung over her crotch. Staring at the slowly flexing digits, Ranma began to chew slowly, her wide blue eyes staring fixedly at the hand. As the taste of apple mixed in with the musky tase of her sex, Ranma felt herself begin to heat up again, and quickly swallowed. Much to her disappointment a second piece was already in front of her mouth, and with some trepidation and a slight lowering of Shampoo's hand over her crotch, she ate the second piece too.
For ten minutes it continued in this way, Ranma being fed fruits smothered in her own juices, the heady scent filling her nostrils and mouth as she haltingly ate that which was fed her, her eyes glued to the hand that hovered over the thatch of vivid red hair.

Finishing the last of the fruit Ranma slumped back, her chest heaving from having to keep her head upright for so long, but jerked in shock as the amazon's fingers gently pinched her clit. Shrieking in surprise, Ranma was unprepared for the gag that was jammed into her mouth, a different type this time, as she noticed when something thick and slightly spongy pushed its way to the back of her mouth. She howled furiously when she worked out that it was in fact some form of artificial cock, but could do nothing as Shampoo released her clit and securely fastened the gag around her head.
Grinning, Shampoo twisted the front of the gag, allowing the plastic penis to slide outwards slightly, the rest of the gag revealing that it was in fact hollow. Gripping the front to prevent the redhead from pushing it out completely, the amazon reached out and tapped a series of pressure points across her chest before returning her gaze to Ranma. The effect was immediately apparent, forcing Ranma to suppress a gasp of pleasure as the air blew across her suddenly hyper-sensetive skin.
Watching Ranma squirm, Shampoo nodded in satisfaction as she began to lightly pump the fake cock in and out of the redhead's mouth. A slight smirk crossed her face as Ranma squealed furiously and wiggled in an attempt at getting up, quickly stopping as a red flush spread across her face and upper chest. The smirk widened once again into a grin as her nipples visibly swelled and hardened in the humid air of the room. Pulling the cock-gag out, exposing the fairly wide hole in the centre of the gag, Shampoo quickly fetched a cool spoon and gently inserted it into Ranma's sex, delighting all the wile in her captive's attempts at escaping the probing tool and shuddering breaths. Moving the spoon around slightly to gather as much of the musky juice as possible, the purple-haired girl finally withdrew the spoon, accompanying a grateful sigh from Ranma. The relief was short-lived however, as Shampoo brought the sticky spoon up towards the redhead's face. Her eyes widening, Ranma tried once again to draw away, failing when the amazon grasped her chin firmly and slid the spoon into her mouth through the hole in the gag.
Flipping the spoon over, Shampoo spread Ranma's juices over her wagging tongue as she tried to force the spoon out of her mouth. Moaning softly in frustration and trying not to savour the musky taste of her own juices, Ranma stared determinedly up at the ceiling until the purple-haired amazon's face intruded.

"No! No, Ranma! You is not ignoring me! Shampoo make sure you is having fun!" So saying the amazon leaned over the redhead's lower half, depresssing several more pressure points before standing up and moving to the wall. Reaching up, she adjusted a simple vent to direct the cool air from outside to wash over the bound and spread-eagled form on the table. Ranma whimpered at the cool air over her hyper-sensetive skin, squirming continually against her wishes, much to Shampoo's delight. Walking over to her captive, she re-inserted the cock-gag and gave a cheery goodbye suckle to the redhead's nipples. The pig-tailed girl whimpered in response, feeling her entire body twitch with pleasure.
"See you this evening, yes?" Shampoo giggled, before quickly stroking the exposed girl's clit and leaving the room.
Her breathing ragged, feeling the fires in her loins burning higher and higher, Ranma prayed for deliverance or, failing that, blessed relief.

Outside, Shampoo suckled on her cum-drenched finger, a delighted grin on her face. She rubbed her crotch thoughtfully before drawing her hand away. There was time enough for that later.
Oh yes, she thought, lots of time for that later! Skipping back to the house, she entered the library and looked over the assembled books.
Hmm...Sun Tsu's 'Art of War,' 'Herbal Essences' by Lin Pao, 'Strategic Warfare' by Ima Zhu...no, where is it? AHA!
"Pressure points, by Li Tao," Shampoo murmured. Pulling the book from the shelf, she glided gracefully over to a nearby chair and sat down, using the light from the window to read by.
"Let's see..." Shampoo murmured softly, her finger trailing gently down the index page. "General pressure points, Healing pressure points, Combat pressure points, Killing pressure points, Torture pressure points...hmm...maybe I should look into that later. Ah, here it is: Sexual pressure points!" Flipping to the indicated pages, the amazon poured over the information eagerly. "Frustration pressure point: see Sexual Torture, page 763...hmm...not yet. Orgasm Pressure point? Maybe, I'll bear it in mind for later. Have to get her to beg and want it, first. Overload pressure point? What's that? Let's see...point will incapacitate victim by way of continuous orgasms until the victim can no longer remain conscious, having passed out from an overload of pleasure... hey, I like the sound of that!" She muttered. Grinning to herself, she continued reading. "Sensation pressure point...know that one...oh! An advanced version! Subject will gain intense sensetivity so high in the erogenous zones that even a breath of air will cause climax...Hmm...maybe I should use that one next? Maybe, we'll have to see. A few hours as she is should make her really frustrated. Oooh, I can't wait!" Giggling to herself, Shampoo bounced up and down in her chair, grinding her hips and generating a spark of pleasure. Shuddering in delight, the amazon stopped her motions as an idea came to her. She grinned evilly, then quickly placed a few bookmarks in the pages she wished to review before dashing outside to where her captive was bound.

Peeking inside, careful to stay silent, she grinned as she watched the redhead writhe on the table, frustrated grunts and gasps escaping her as she sought to escape her torture. A quick glance was all Shampoo needed to confirm her suspicions: the redhead's thighs were gleaming with her juices, her labia standing out a swollen, angry pink. Even from her position at the door, Shampoo could see the hard nub of Ranma's clitoris standing proud. Grinning, Shampoo silently disrobed, her eyes roving up and down the redhead's naked form continually.
Okay, so later isn't good enough! She mentally explained as the last of her dress collapsed silently to the floor. Gliding over to the table, Shampoo leaned he head into Ranma's line of vision. Suppressing her excitement was hard, especially wiping the silly grin from her face, but she managed it all the same.

"Nihao, Ranma! How is you doing? Is good?" Her mangling of the japanese language prooved an apt damper on her spirits, but she didn't let it bother her, merely holding the warm smile on her face as the redhead glared furiously and made incomprehensible sounds as her body bucked and swayed.
"Oh, you no like? Shampoo thought you like feeling air on skin. You no like?" Ranma shook her head vigourously. Shampo shrugged. "Aiyaa...so sorry! Shampoo not do anything about that. Pressure points not wear off for too too many hours!" She watched as Ranma's eyes bugged out in disbelief, a frustrated whine eminating from around the gag.
"You want Shampoo distract Ranma? Make forget about air on skin?" With the small amount of room offered by her confinement, Ranma nodded frantically. Shampoo nodded as if her suspicions had been confirmed and moved forward slightly, allowing Ranma to see her unclothed state. Seeing her eyes widen and rove across her exposed chest made Shampoo's body tingle with pleasure, though she only allowed the tiniest amount of pleasure to show on her face.
"Okay! Let Shampoo get something for head, Ranma want see everything, yes?" Before the redhead could answer in any way, Shampoo retrieved her dress and balled it up, slipping it beneath her captive's head and allowing her to see her toes.

Feeling the thrill of arousal race across her body, Shampoo shivered and climbed seductively onto the table, placing her knees either side of the bucking Ranma's chest, feeling her erect nipples poke into her buttocks. Savouring the delicious sensation, Shampoo looked again at the redhead's face and smiled at the rapt expression found there as the blue orbs stared fixedly at her groin. Various astonished noises and croaks came from Ranma, her body still heaving in response to the pressure points placed upon it earlier, but Shampoo paid them no mind as she slowly spread her labia to her attentive audience of one.

"You like?" She purred huskily, feeling her sex wetten with her increased arousal. Ranma's nostrils flared at the musky odour and the amazon distractedly noticed that her body's thrashing had actually increased. Soft groans and whimpers came from Ranma now, her thigh muscles straining to rub together in a futile attempt to relieve herself. Shampoo drank in the attention as if it were a fine wine and shimmied her way closer to the redhead's face, leaning back slightly and spreading her lips wider. Now only a few inches seperated her sex from the face of her captive, her juices glistening in her triangular thatch of pubic hair. It was a wondrous feeling, heightened by the frantic bucking of Ranma's body beneath her. Tilting her head back and sighing, Shampoo spoke.

"Shampoo promise to distract you. Shampoo always honour promises..." Groaning, she slowly began to masturbate, the already slick index and ring fingers of her right hand spreading her sex wide, revealing the pink and glistening inner depths to her captive, her middle finger slowly sliding over the suddenly erect nub of her clit and plunging into her cunt. She gasped and shuddered at the pleasure, lost in the eternal moment before she resumed her slow and steady pace, her finger disappearing and reappearing before Ranma's eyes, the cloudy liquid secreated by her sex slurping erotically and dribbling down to land on the redhead's collar bone, her heady musk flooding her nose and making her yearn for more.
Several times Ranma forced herself to swallow so as not to choke on the saliva building up in her mouth at the sight of shampoo's sex bobbing up and down as the amazon masturbated, never wavering in her steady pace.
Shampoo, in the meantime, was barely restraining herself from frigging madly to a thunderous orgasm, keeping her breathing as steady as she could and clenching her jaw tightly to avoid moaning in excstasy. This little display, though pleasurable, was more for Ranma's benefit than her own, and she intended to keep going for a while yet, though her resolve was rapidly waning as the pleasure mounted.

Ranma breathed the musky, spicy aroma of Shampoo in deeply and swallowed for the hundredth time, her face straining forward as she yearned for more of the heady smell. Remembering how her own juices tasted she dimly wondered if that was what the amazon would taste like, or if she would be better, and continued to try and get closer. Shampoo brought her left hand up, squeezing and kneading her breast frantically as she finally gave in and began to speed up her ministrations. Her single finger was quickly joined by her index and ring fingers, scraping over her clit continually and making her gasp and buck faster into the probing digits as they pounded into her sex, spilling her hot juices all over Ranma's eagerly seeking face. Glancing down, she saw the redhead straining her face closer and grinned. Pulling her fingers out of her cunt, she used them to extract the cock-gag from Ranma's mouth, sliding the slick digits into the resulting hole and shivering as the redhead's eager tongue slithered wetly around them, lapping up her juices. The delighted sound she made whilst doing so further aroused the amazon into pulling her finger's out, ignoring the frustrated sound made by Ranma, and picking up the cock-gag once more.
However, this time she reversed the gag, plunging it into the fleshy depths of her sex, releasing a high-pitched squeal of excstacy as the bulbous tip stroked her g-spot. Without further ado, Shampoo began to slam the plastic member into her cunt, using her left hand to smear her copious juices all over her thighs and Ranma's face, occasionally dipping into the hollow gag and smearing more onto the eager tongue of her captive. Realising that further pleasure could be ganed, she jerkily shimmied forward, her chest heaving heavily as she panted, and positioned her sex directly above Ranma's face. Continuing to pound the plastic cock into her cunt, she dragged the base of her lips over the redhead's nose and down to her chin, reversing the motion with a jerk of pleasure and an excstatic gasp that made her right arm twitch and remove the cock from her sex. Not caring in the slightest Shampoo discarded the plastic cock and frantically frotted her cunt back and forth over Ranma's face, squealing and shrieking constantly as she raced towards orgasm.
Ranma, for her part, rubbed as much of her face and nose into the sodden fleshy folds as she could, breathing in the spicy scent and drinking in whatever liquid managed to make its way into her gag. Still however, she was reminded of her own body's needs and arched her hips in parallel to the thrusts of the purple-haired amazon above her. As much as she liked the scent of Shampoo and tastingher juices, she could not use that to simply get off, and screeched in frustration.

Up above, her hair whipping about in frenzied excstasy, Shampoo barely heard her captive's screch but, feeling an almost euphoric high as she teetered on the verge of orgasm placed her hands firmly to the right of Ranma's jerking body and, in an astounding display or flexibility, flipped herself around so that her clit delved into the gaping hole of Ranma's gag. Feeling the sudden rush of orgasm, Shampoo tilted her head back and howled.

"Ah! Ah! AH! AH! AAAAAAAAAAIIIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!"

Down below, Ranma shut her eyes hurriedly as a sudden spurt of thick femenine cum coated her face, shortly after followed by another blast that flooded directly into her gag, forcing her to swallow frantically in order not to choke. Finding she couldn't breathe as Shampoo crushed her sex into her face and ground savagely in her excstacy, the redhead simply bucked her body as hard as she could, simultaneously trying to bring herself to orgasm and bring Shampoo's attention to her plight.
Shampoo, feeling a second orgasm tearing through her body, shifted herself forward slightly to allow her captive to breathe and grasped the smaller girl's waist firmly.
Great-Grandma always said I had no patience, was the disconnected thought that stumbled through her euphoric mind as she spread the dripping sex of the girl beneath her and licked and suckled for all she was worth, just as her second orgasm rolled over her in all its titanic glory.
Ranma's eyelids, already coated in Shampoo's cum, snapped open, her pupils dialating fully as the most pleasure she had ever felt in her entire life tore through her body mercilessly. Her mouth, constrained dually by Shampoo's cunt and the hollow gag, wided a tiniest fraction as she screamed with all her might, even as a third wave of cum splattered on her face.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! AAAAAHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!"

Shampoo, her own cry muffled tremendously by Ranma's lips, squealed loudly as a fountain of milk-white girl cum erupted like a hose straight into her awaiting mouth, much of it spurting over her face and jetting off of the end of the table to lant wettly on the floor. Feeling her lip cut open upon her teeth because of the frantic thrashing of the girl beneath her, Shampoo hardened her tongue and drilled Ranma's clit. A piercing shriek rent the air of the room as Ranma jerked in excstacy, a second geyster of cum spurting into Shampoo's mouth as she lapped at the delicious liquid.

Ranma's eyes widened as she felt Shampoo concentrate all her efforts into the even more sensetive nub of flesh, making her jerk as if she had been electrecuted. Pleasure surged through her body as she pulled her head back as far as it would go and shrieked as loud as possible through her gag, thrashing as if she had touched a livewire. Suddenly, with a final orgasmic jerk, the redhead's eyes rolled up into her head and she slumped, unconscious.
Shampoo, noticing the lack of further response, shakily pushed herself to her hands and knees and hauled herself to a sitting position at the edge of the table. Panting as if she had just run a marathon, the purple-haired amazon grinned stupidly to the empty air and wobbled to her feet. Swaying, her vision blurred, Shampoo collapsed to her knees at the side of the table, the euphoric grin still plastered across her beautiful face.
Grunting, she pulled herself upright once more, and surveyed the 'damage.'
Ranma's entire face and neck glistened with Shampoo's cloudy ejaculate, a thin line dribbling from the gag in the redhead's mouth to pool just to the right side of her neck. Shampoo found, to her surprise, that the strength of her orgasm had caused her own stomach all the way down to her knees to be covered in her own cum that rapily was drying in the warm air, the cool breeze also aiding in the process. Rubbing her essence into her pubic hair and nearly causing herself to pass out from the surge of pleasure, Shampoo tottered over to the mirror just to the side of the door. She blinked in astonishment, to find her face, kneck and most of her hair covered in pearly white juices, in some places clinging so thick that it obscured her hair colour and replaced it with white.
Blinking and wiping her eyes to prevent the ejaculate drying out over her eyes, she tracked her gaze over to the redhead's groin, grinning in a post-sexual high. As she suspected, still leaking from the engorged folds of the redhed was a thick white liquid, pooling under her buttocks and covering most of her thighs and a substancial amount of the floor.

"She cums like a hose," the amazon murmured, the curious look on her face breking once again into a silly grin. "I'm in love!" Dancing a little jig, the amazon collapsed to the floor as she realised how unstable her legs were. "Ow," she muttered, rubbing her knee gingerly before laboriously getting to her feet and quickly fetching the bucked that had contained the ice and dropping one of the numerous cloths into it. Shivering she wiped herself clean, struggling not to squeal as the rough cloth scraped across her clit, the hot flesh contrasting with the almost freezing water.
"Gods," she muttered, "no wonder Ranma was going insane!"
After finishing her impromptu wash, she scrubbed the cloth in the cold water until she was sure it was clean. Standing up, her legs still shaking slightly, she carried the pale over to the table and set about cleaning her prone captive. Seeing the empty gag, she cast about for the cock-gag until she spotted it a few feet away, drenched in her own juices. Giggling, she slotted it straight into Ranma's mouth, allowing the girl to remember the taste of her juices for some time as she began to clean her own cloudy cum from the redhead. Pausing suddenly, she shock her head at the thought of leaving it on. Although an erotic thought, it would be a nightmare to get out when it was dry. Plus it was sticky.

Cold cum is gross, she thought to herself with a smirk as she finished wiping away the last around Ranma's face. Moving past the redhead's breasts she paused a second time, a frown creasing her forehead as a shard of information recurred to her. Setting down the pail, she squeezed her own breasts experimentally, irgnoring the spark of pleasure, then repeated the actions with the redhead's pair. She blinked, then repeated the process.

"I don't get it...they're...harder?" After pausing to hit the redhead's shiatsu sleeping spot, she carefully kneaded her breasts, moving about continuously, occasionally stopping to compare her own. After five minutes a stray thought took hold, making her scratch her head in contemplation. Finally shrugging and deciding to test her theory, she leant down and captured one of the redhead's nipples in her mouth. Holding the table and placing her hands to steady herself, she began to suckle hard at the rock hard nipple, and after a moment gave a cry of surprise. Pulling her head back she stared at the redhead fora moment.
"What the fuck?" She muttered, repeating a convenient obscenity she heard on the wireless in the village's local. Licking her lips, she reached out and squeezed hard, though not hard enough to bruise. She was rewarded with a trickle of white liquid welling up and trickling down between her fingers.
"Her breasts are full of milk!?!?" She exclaimed incredulously. She knew for a fact that the girl was a virgin, as evidenced by the barrier she had found in the girl's sex beforehand, and to her knowledge unless a woman was with child it was impossible for her to produce milk. Although it was not any kind of milk she had had before, remembering when she was merely a child of five sampling the milk of a friend of her late mother's. This bore a distinctly spicy flavour, remeniscent of cinnamon.
Leaning over once more, Shampoo suckled for a few more minutes, and stood up, licking her lips.

"It's gorgeous!" She whispered, hugging herself. Giving the bound girl a tender smile, she picked up the pail and resumed walke down to the far end of the table. After spending five minutes cleaning the redhead's juices off of the floor she stood up and eyed the thick red patch of hair hungrily. Glancing at the rag in her hand she sniffed daintily and dropped it back into the bucket before leaning down and beginning to clean the girl in a decidedly intimate fashion.
"Mmm...I love her taste," Shampoo murmured as she lapped up a decidedly large stretch of the sticky fluid. She found that it was very thick, fairly salty, and most defenitely spicy. With a start she realised it tasted like a stroger version of the girl's milk.
"Much stronger," Shampoo murmured thoughtfully, quickly resuming her cleaning as she nuzzled the thatch of wiry red pubic hair. "So red," she purred, tangling her fingers in it gently. Spotting the thin trail of cum that dribbled from between Ranma's glistening pink slit, she grinned and dragged her tongue along the redhead's sex, savouring the deliciously musky taste of her cum. When she reached the clit however, she was given a pleasant surprise as the redhead's hips jerked. Checking to see if her captive were awake, Shampoo grinned upon finding the answer to the negative. Suckling gently on the unconscious redhead's clit, she reached around and under Ranma's legs to hold her in place. Once she had a firm grip she furiously began to lash her tongue up and down Ranma's cunt, scooping up the increasing amounts of the thin milky white fluid. Releasing one hand, she slipped her middle finger into the virginally tight depths and curled gently as she nibbled on the nor fully erect clit. A muffled cry of pleasure was her reward and after checking again to see if Ranma was awake, she returned to her task.
Slurping the delicious juices of the redhead, Shampoo drove her finger in as deep as it would go without breaching the maidenhead of her captive, continually suckling on her clit and lashing her tongue across the puffy pink lips of Ranma's cunt. Every time Shampoo curled her finger or suckled on her clit, Ranma would give off a muffled cry of pleasure, her inner muscles contracting hard around the invading digit until, after a particularly hard nibble Ranma gave off a thin wail, muffled thoroughly by the gag in her mouth, and came.
More prepared than earlier, the purple-haired girl immediately opened her mouth as wide as it could go and clamped it firmly around the redhead's gushing folds.
Swallowing urgently, Shampoo's eyes rolled upwards as a sympathetic mini-orgasm made her body quiver.
Finally, after Ranma's hips stopped thrashing, Shampoo closed her mouth, catching a stray rivulet of cum that dribbled out of the corner of her mouth with her fingers, and gave a smile full of felinesque satisfaction.

"Mmm, I could do this all day!" She giggled, licking up the remaining streamers of cum from the glistening sex of her captive before quickly using the rag to lightly was away any remaining traces on either the table or Ranma herself. Putting away the bucket and hanging the rag to dry on a small hook in the small closet used to store the cleaning tools, she once more turned around to survey her victim.

Hmm...what should I do with you now? That pressure point will put you out until late tonight at least, and then you'll just return to normal slumber. Damn, maybe I shouldn't have used that point, if I press the counter-point she wouldn't really remember and I'd have to start all over again! Argh! Oh well, best to let her wake up normally and remember on her own. The amazon grinned at that, intent on seeing the redhead's face when she recalled her first orgasm in the morning.
Nodding to herself, Shampoo quickly strode over to the prone form on the table and untied the eight straps used to bind the redhead to the table, easily lifting the slight form over her shoulder and adjusting until it felt comfortable to carry her. Pausing for a moment to caress the creamy swell of the smaller girl's buttocks, Shampoo grinned and collected her bundled up chenogasm, trapping it underneath her armpit before she opened the door and crossed, uncaring of her nudity, to the house. Gently kicking open the door and mounting the elegantly carved stairs, Shampoo entered the 'specially prepared' guestroom and lay her burnen upon the woolen sheets that covered the bed. Efficiently taking up each arm, the amazon securely fastened each arm to a corner of the bed, making sure that once her legs were tied, the girl would have no leverage to move. Satisfied that there was none, she turned her attention to her legs, tying forst one, then the other to the remaining corners and making sure there was no leverage there either. Nodding to herself, Shampoo lay down atop the redhead and lowered her face to the generous swell of her busom. Gently capturing a nipple in her mouth, she began to suckle, finding it easier to do now that she had previously stimulated the girl. With that in mind she switched to the other breast, sucking until a trickle of milk invaded her mouth. Smacking her lips, she grinned and returned her mouth to the first breast, suckling gently and closing her eyes in bliss.
belatedly she remembered that she had been trying to get the girl to beg for orgasm rather than giving it to her, and frowned, her pouty lips locked securely over a pale pink nipple as she mulled over her lack of discipline. After another few minutes, she switched to the other breast absently and continued to think.
Obviously she could not make the girl beg again...or could she? Perhaps now the girl had a true idea of what it was like to orgasm she would be eager to beg? The purple-haired amazon hoped not, it would take all the fun out of it, really. Hopefully the girl would be furious, that way she might resist more and prolong the 'chase' as Shampoo preferred to call it.
Shrugging, Shampoo released the captured nipple and snuggled her head into the comfortable valley between the redhead's breasts and closed her eyes. After all that sex, she certainly deserved a rest.
Just before she succumbed to slumber, Shampoo vaguely realised she was supposed to be treating this girl like a slave, and sleeping in the same bed as one's slave was cetainly not something you would do. She shrugged absently, not particularly caring, and went to sleep.

Early next morning, Shampoo awoke from the most restful nights sleep she could ever remember having. Rolling her shoulders to relieve the cricks and stretch her muscles, she remembered why it had been so restful, and why her pillows had been so much more comfortable than normal. Grinning, she surveyed the sleeping redhead from where she lay.
Having won the village tournament this year, she now had a full five days in which to rest and relax, and she had no intention of doing either. The next few days wer going to be highly energetic, if she had her way, and have it she would. Plus it wouldn't be for another fourtnight until Great-Grandmother was back! What bliss!

Slowly rising, so as not to awaken her slumbering prisoner, she tiptoed to her bedroom, glancing outward to check the time.

"Six thirty," she murmured as she checked the sun's position. Nodding to herself, she moved over to her personal cabinet and opened one of the drawers. Inside was a large assortment of vibrators, dildos, strap-ons and various cuffs, chains and spreader bars. Since she had to import nearly all of it, aside from the cuffs and restraining equipment which was made in the village anyway, it had cost her an absolute fortune, and if the village did not have a working power supply, overseen by Dowel's father, Li Pei, she would have had to pay an exorbitant amount to get batteries for the toys that required it. Picking up one of the larger vibrators, she twisted the base to activate it and quivered at the pleasant buzzing it gave out. Switching it off, she skipped silently back to the guest room of her house and entered, setting it down in a drawer attatched to the nightstand beside the bed. Nodding to herself in satisfaction, she crawled gingerly back onto the bed and settled once more atop the redhead.
Suppressing the urge to giggle in delight, she backed down the bed until she came face to face with Ranma's wiry pubic hair. Breathing in her scent, not minding in the least the sweaty overtones, Shampoo swallowed the sudden rush of saliva in her mouth as an idea slipped freely into her mind. Unleashing a fresh grin, She slithered off of the bed and dashed to her room once more. Quickly taking out a pair of thigh and ankle cuffs, she dashed back to the guestroom and tip-toed back inside. Once beside the bed, she gently untied Ranma's left leg, carefully easing it up to allow her to slip on one of the thigh cuffs. Propping the limb up on her shoulder, Shampoo carefully watched Ranma for any reaction as she threaded the leather cord through the eyelets that secured the cuff together. Once that was done, she scooted backwards slightly and secured the ankle cuff in the same manner. Bending the redhead's leg at the knee, the amazon aligned the second set of eyelets together and hurriedly threaded them together with a strong leather cord. Grinning, she took the length of rope used to secure the smaller girl's ankle and threaded it through the large eyelet on the top of the thigh cuff and eased the bound leg into an upright position as she securely tied the rope to the top left corner. Excitedly repeating the procedure with Ranma's right leg, she also secured the leg though the eyelet to the top right post.
Finally letting go of the redhead's legs, she watched with delight as they languidly drooped to either side, lightly spreading the redhead's pink pussy lips to her hungry gaze.

"Perfect," she murmured as she leant down.

Ranma awoke screaming, feeling as if her body was about to fly apart at the seams from the overload of pleasure that set her blood afire and her body crashing out of her control. Her luncs heaved as she fought to bring in fresh air after its violent expulsion, and only when she had taken several deep breaths was she able to kick start her brain into grinding forward once again.
Blinking dazedly at the purple blur that seemed to be crawling its way up her body, Ranma found herself staring straight into Shampoo's maroon eyes as she leant forward and smeared her juices all over her cheek.

"Is too too good way to wake up, yes?" She purred softly, her fingers probing insistently back into the redheads sex. Ranma's breath caught in her throat and she whimpered softly. Shampoo lidded her eyes happily as she swirled her thumb over the redhead's clit, revelling in the sharp and disjointed jerking of her captive's hips as she rapidly ascended to orgasm for a second time that morning.
"You like, yes? Feels too too good, yes?" She peered at Ranma then, her fingers ceasing their thrusting motions, the pearly white cum shimmering in the early morning light as she remained motionless. Ranma goggled at her silently, her hips continuing the desperate thrusting until Shampoo's other hand forcefully stilled them.
"Ranma will answer Shampoo."

Ranma swallowed heavily. Her skin burned, her breasts ached, her lungs hollared for more air, but most of all her sex seemed to take up her entire world with it's lack of stimulation. Smatterings of thoughts flitted through her head, half reviewed then scattered like dandylion seeds in the wind. Those thoughts lurched to a halt when Shampoo removed her fingers with a wet slurping sound, her eyes seemingly accusatory as she made to get off of the bed.

"MMMMM!!!" Ranma hollared through the gag, her tongue pinned beneath the intrusive accessory.

"Did Ranma say something?" Shampoo asked eyes boring into the redhead's own. Swallowing again, Ranma nodded jerkily.
"Did Ranma answer question?" Another nod.
"What Ranma say? Ranma think is too too good?" Trepidation fillled Ranma's eyes, before she swallowed and nodded, a cold pit forming in the middle of her stomach.
"Ranma want Shampoo make feel too too too good?"

Oh gods...this isn't fair! It's not fair dammit! Why does she have to do this to me!? Ranma closed her eyes and bowed her head, her fiery locks falling about her shoulders as she pondered the answer to the question. Feeling a weight settle upon the bed, she looked up to see Shampoo smiling gently at her.

"Ranma want shampoo to set her free?" She asked softly. Feeling a spark of hope, Ranma nodded enthusiastically. Shampoo nodded silently. Suddenly a ringing filled the air as a razor sharp dagger appeared in Shampoo's hands. She placed is, almost reverently, point first over Ranma's heart. The redhead froze, her wide eyes fixated on the glinting point of the dagger as a crimson bead of blood welled up from beneath the metallic sheen. She swallowed and dragged her eyes back to Shampoo's. The amazon gave a tight smile.
"Shampoo tell you yesterday, yes? If Shampoo no give 'Kiss of Little-Death' then Shampoo must give 'Kiss of Death' instead. Which Ranma think will hurt more? Little-Death or real Death?" She began to press down, the drop of blood quickly swelling into a trickle and followed the prominent swell of Ranma's breast to flow serenely over her taught stomach.
Ranma made a soft sound in her throat and Shampoo paused.

"Ranma say something?" She asked. Ranma nodded.
"Ranma want kiss of death?" Ranma shook her head. Shampoo fixed her with a level look.
"Ranma must make up mind. Shampoo break too too many rules already. Not give victim choise. Is either Kiss of Death or Kiss of Little-Death. Shampoo is giving choice. Ranma nod once for Kiss of Death, yes? Nod twice for Kiss of Little-Death."

Taking a quavering breath, and reasoning quite correctly that if she was alive, her father couldn't really belittle her for doing what it took to survive, she nodded. Twice.

End Chapter 1.