I reported earlier that I'm (a) going through my backload of fics and (b) trying to overcome a dose of the Block. Well, I've discovered the cause of my Block and it's a nasty little son of a bitch. I have been possessed by a hentai demon (not Happousai!)and it's stunting my ability to plot out the next chapters of my fics clearly. So, I've decided to exorcise this little bastard, by doing the one thing I swore I would never do. I'm writing a one-shot, one-hour, quick and dirty lemon, which follows. Folks, I encourage you *not* to read the following lemon. It's diseased, and may cause you to wonder what the hell I've been smoking. I'm only writing this for the purpose of curing my Hentai Block so that I can get back to work on Red Side without turning chapter 17 into a freaking lemon. You've been warned, no da. Stay away from this lemon, na no da. You're still here, no da? Please, turn back now, na no da. Daaaaaaaaaaaaaa........ DAAAA! I said don't read this, na no da! Daaaaa....you're a real sicko, no da. Okay, okay, fine...read the damn thing, na no da. See if I care no da. Kuonji Ukyou sighed as she wiped down her grill. The last few days had been very trying on her nerves. Recently, a young man had been showing up in her restaurant, near closing time. He was always the last customer to leave, and he paid entirely too much attention to the young okonomiyaki cook for her tastes. It was beginning to drive her up the wall. The following day, as the dinner rush approached, the boy came into the restaurant, and took his now usual place at the counter. Ukyou decided to risk it and size him up. He was not very tall, although he came close to Ranma's height. He had an admittedly nice face, not exactly handsome...somewhere between pretty and cute, maybe. He had rather long brown hair, which was neatly slicked back, slightly oiled, and tied into a neat ponytail, which he kept tucked into the collar of his button-down pink shirt. Over this shirt, he wore a tasteful, if somewhat preppy, forest green sweater. He didn't say much, except when ordering, which he did frequently. His voice was low, and he mumbled his orders a bit. His eyes rather creeped Ukyou out, as they seemed to follow her every move. Of course, maybe she was just being paranoid. Closing time came once again, and again he was the last customer to leave. As he paid his bill, Ukyou cleared her throat. "'Scuse me... " "Yes?" he said quietly, turning to face her. His eyes made Ukyou swallow, but she pressed on. "You've been comin' in a lot, and you're always the last one to leave." "The food's good. The chef's beautiful. Why wouldn't I want to come here?" he said. Ukyou blushed slightly at the compliments, but pressed on again. "I just...well, it seems like you're always watching me..." "I am, Ukyou," he replied simply. "Who...who are you anyway?" she said, reflexively grasping her spatula. He chuckled. When he spoke again, his voice was a good deal higher, lighter. "You know who I am, Ukyou-sama," he said. Ukyou blinked, and gaped at him. "Tsu--TSUBASA!?" Kurenai Tsubasa giggled, and nodded. "That's right, Ukyou-sama. I'm back." Ukyou whipped out her spatula, and prepared to bring it down on his head. She was rather surprised when it refused to come down. She blinked, and noticed Tsubasa's hands. He had a firm grip on her wrists, and was holding back her arms. "Now, now, Ukyou-sama," he said. "I think you've done enough of that." Seemingly from nowhere, he produced a rather rigid-looking strip of black leather. Before Ukyou could react, he had tied her wrists tightly to the handle of her spatula. "Tsu--what the hell are you doing, you hentai?" she yelled. "Shhh...cut that out, Ukyou-sama. Someone could hear." Still holding her tightly by the wrists, he dragged her into the back corner of the restaurant, to the booth she tended to seat young lovers at. Upon arriving at the booth, Ukyou realized something was strange. Come to think of it, nobody had been sitting at it today... Tsubasa tapped a spot on the partition of the booth, and pushed aside what seemed to be open space revealing the table at which the couple would sit...only there was no space, no table, no benches. The booth was gone. "What the hell?" Tsubasa pushed Ukyou into the space where the booth had been, and reached back to pull a screen back in front of the booth. "Like this disguise, Ukyou-sama? I removed the booth, and made it look like it was still here. You didn't even notice!" He began fiddling with something on the screen, then turned back to Ukyou, who was now flailing her legs about. "Let me go you sick pervert!" she shouted. Tsubasa sighed, and produced some more of the rigid leather. "Ukyou-sama...please stop thrashing around." Ukyou had been shocked up to this point. Now she was beginning to be frightened. With seemingly no effort at all, Tsubasa pushed her to her knees, and bent her arms back, so that the blade of the spatula her wrists had been tied to was pressed into the backs of her knees. Quickly and efficiently, he tied her ankles together behind her back, and then lashed them to the handle of the spatula, just above the blade. Ukyou's eyes were wide in horror. "What...what the hell are you doing, Tsubasa? This isn't funny!" "It's not supposed to be funny, Ukyou-sama." Now able to use his hands, the former crossdresser knelt before his captive, and stroked her cheek. "You see, Ukyou-sama...I'm tired of the way you abuse me. Every time I try to show you some affection, you hit me, you try to kill me, you spurn me, you...you abuse me. Well...see...I've had it. I think that it's time you got back some of what you give." He unbuckled her bandolier and gently removed it, tossing it to the ground. He then untied the sash of her tunic. Ukyou began to sweat. "You...you...oh kami-sama...this is... Tsubasa, I swear I'll kill you if you do this." Tsubasa chuckled. "Go ahead. I won't care. This is worth dying for. " "If you don't untie me right now I'll scream." Tsubasa laughed. "Go ahead and scream as much as you want. I'll enjoy it. Oh, and nobody will hear you. This little booth of mine is soundproofed." Now, Ukyou was beginning to get scared. Tsubasa had her, and if this thing *was* soundproofed, this was about to be a very humiliating and excruciating experience. Tsubasa spread open her tunic, and picked up one of her small spatulas which had clattered out of the bandolier. He carefully cut the bindings on her breasts with the spatula. As the last strip of the stiff cloth was cut, the binding sprung open as Ukyou's ample chest leaped into view. Tsubasa grinned. "Tsubasa...stop now and I won't kill you," Ukyou said, voice wavering. The sweat was pouring off her in waves now. "Nah, I don't think so, Ukyou-sama," Tsubasa said. He grasped her left breast and began stroking it, squeezing the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Ukyou cringed. "I swear you'll die if you do this, Tsubasa." Tsubasa laughed. "You're in no position to make threats, Ukyou- sama." "You know, even if you left me tied up here, someone would come looking eventually. I know if Ranchan found me, he'd kill you." Tsubasa chuckled. "I have no fear of death, Ukyou-sama. The only thing I live for now is to see you abused, humiliated, like you've done to me countless times." A tear began to shimmer in Ukyou's eye. Out loud, she screamed, "TASUKETE KUDASAI!!!" Tsubasa giggled. "Nobody's going to help you, Ukyou-sama." He began working on her right breast now, giving it the same full attention he'd given to the left. Ukyou closed her eyes. "So that's it then. You're going to rape me. " Tsubasa laughed. "No...no. Not at all." Ukyou blinked, staring at him. "But..." Tsubasa shook his head. "I can't rape you, Ukyou-sama. Humiliate you, expose your body, this..." he said, squeezing her breast for emphasis, "but I don't think I can rape you." Ukyou blinked again. "So you tied me up, and scared the hell out of me, just to rip open my top and squeeze my chest?" Tsubasa giggled. Ukyou growled. "Tsubasa no BAKA! This has got to be the sorriest excuse for torture I've ever seen!" Tsubasa raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" "You can't leave me tied up forever you jackass! And don't you know how to torture someone? You don't do it by tying them up and playing with their breasts!" "Oh? So you *want* to be raped, is that it?" Ukyou snarled. "You'd *better* rape me, you stupid jackass! So I'll have a really good reason to kill you!" Tsubasa seemed to be pondering for a moment. "Hmmm...nah," he said. "I like my idea better." "Why...you..." Tsubasa chuckled. "Tell you what, Ukyou-sama...I have an idea. How does this grab you?" He reached down, and tugged on her tight black pants, pulling them down to her knees. With her legs spread as they were, he had a nice view of everything she had to offer. He admired her for a moment, murmuring, "Nice..." "That's better. Any self-respecting man in your position would rape the girl," Ukyou said. "Oh, I'm not going to rape you," Tsubasa said, giggling. Ukyou blinked, then shouted, "You little BASTARD! Even RYOUGA would get around to raping me, and he faints at the sight of female flesh! You're not a man at all, are you?" Tsubasa snickered. "Of course I am. But I'm not a rapist. I'm just here to torture you." He picked up the small spatula he'd used to cut her bindings, and examined the blade. "Hmmm...pretty sharp," he commented. "This may hurt." "What--" Ukyou winced as the cold metal penetrated her slit. "Fits nicely," Tsubasa said. He fully inserted the blade of the spatula into Ukyou's opening, and then slowly turned it. Ukyou gasped, then shrieked, as her virgin lips were spread apart by the cold, hard metal of the spatula. Finally, the turning stopped, but the pressure was still there. Tsubasa stood. Ukyou realized that the spatula was still inside her. "There," he said. "That shouldn't come out." "The hell?" Tsubasa laughed. "Oh, that spatula's wedged in there tight, Ukyou- sama. I'd say it'll keep you open for a long time." Ukyou cringed. That spatula was cold, and painful. She was pretty sure that eventually it would cut her. "Please...take it out..." Tsubasa shook his head. "Nope. I don't think so." "I'll...I'll do anything...please...take it out..." Tsubasa snickered. "You'll just have to suffer." He turned away for a moment, then turned back. "Oh, almost forgot...the finishing touch." He unbuckled his belt, and unzipped the fly of his pants. Ukyou's eyes widened. "So...so you are going to rape me..." Tsubasa snickered, shaking his head, as he pulled out his manhood, and began stroking himself. Ukyou watched, unsure of what was going on, as Tsubasa continued to stand over her, masturbating. Ukyou wondered. A short while later, Tsubasa came, his semen spraying onto Ukyou's face, into her eyes and mouth. She closed her eyes, feeling the sting of the unwelcome fluid, and tasting the terrible taste on her tongue. She didn't want to swallow it, but she had to, to get most of the taste out. If she spit it out, he'd probably do it again, she reasoned. So, she swallowed. Tsubasa laughed. "Farewell, Ukyou-sama. I hope you learned a lesson." She heard a rustling. She blinked her eyes open, ignoring the foreign wetness as she looked at the now closing partition. She heard it click into place. "TSUBASA! GET BACK HERE YOU JERK! UNTIE ME! RAPE ME! DO SOMETHING! YOU CAN'T..." It was too late. He was gone, and she was tied up, with cum on her face and in her eyes, with a spatula wedged in her vagina. And if Tsubasa was right, nobody would ever hear her screams. A young man with brown hair whistled merrily as he boarded a train at Nerima station, bound for Shikkoku. He had fulfilled his goals, and he was happy. Whatever happened next...well, that would take care of itself. Ranma, Akane, and various other residents of Nerima were puzzled over the "Indefinitely Closed To Business" sign on the door of Ucchan's Okonomiyaki. Nobody had seen her for days, and she never seemed to be home. One day, Ranma and Akane decided to break into her shop, to look for her. All they found was an empty restaurant, and no sign of their friend. For the next month, a young woman screamed. Her screams became hoarse, then weak, then faded to muted whimpers. After a month had passed, she screamed no more. It didn't matter...nobody had ever heard her scream anyway. ____ ----------------------------------------------------------------- "Zankoku na Tenshi no you ni, shounen yo shinwa ni nare....." The Eternal Lost Lurker squn29c@prodigy.com EtLostLurker@hotmail.com http://pages.prodigy.com/EtLostLurker