RANMA HENTAI RPG, THE HENTAI REALITY - 9: Thread 2

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Compilation and proofreading by St Fan


[CONTINUED FROM MAIN THREAD'S START]

Re: Ukyô & Kunô, Kodachi & Ranma?

T.H. Tiger

"Stupid, stupid, stupid...." Ranma chanted as he neared the Kunô 
compound.  Who the heck did Ukyô think she was, Akane?  What the hell 
was she thinking?

Ranma sighed.  He knew what she was thinking.  She was thinking that 
he'd play the big macho hero, and come and save her, and then they'd go 
somewhere and she'd "reward" him.  It wasn't that being "rewarded" was a 
bad thing, but the Kunôs were like dynamite; you did not use them 
casually, like fireworks.  They would do more than singe your fingers if 
they went off; and being Kunôs, the chance of them going off was much 
greater than lesser.

Ranma reached his destination, and paused on top of the wall circling 
the Kunô's mansion.  His feet rested gently on top of the broken glass 
covering the wall with no sign of discomfort.  Ranma examined the 
grounds inside the wall closely, spotting several traps that he'd seen 
before, and seeing a few new ones as well.  To someone as experienced as 
Ranma, traps were so obvious when he took the time to look.  They might 
as well have warning signs; and no, he wasn't talking about the one that 
said "Please feed Mr. Green Turtle".

Satisfied that he'd spotted all the traps on his path, Ranma leapt 
lightly to the ground, just as the automatic lawn sprinklers cut in.


Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

Sarugakure Sasuke, ninja retainer of the Kunô family, tiredly walked the 
hall of the mansion, his shoulder sagging worse than usual.  Those two 
cronies of Nabiki really had tired him....

It wasn't not that he minded so much being used as a cheap info source 
by those two or by Nabiki herself, but sometimes it make him feel just 
like a piece of flesh and not a human being.  Oh well, he had no right 
to complain, it could be much worse.  There was no comparison with the 
way Kodachi treated him sometimes.

He was startled when a small electronic device beeped in his pocket.  An 
intruder?  Who would dare sneaking into Kunô property grounds?  More 
importantly, who would be crazy enough?  Well, at least that would give 
him something fun to do.  There were few things he enjoyed as much as 
terrorizing would-be thieves with the sadistic traps he built and 
controlled.

Now, the question was, should he warn his masters or take care of it by 
himself?  Tatewaki-sama was busy; he probably wouldn't want to be 
disturbed.  As for Kodachi-sama....


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

Louis F. Perico

The weather had changed, and the sky rumbled.

Oddly enough, it was that noise that awoke Kodachi from her slumber.

"Mehh...." she muttered as she awoke.  Then she noticed not only her 
slave-girls in a pile, but that the dungeon was in a total shambles.

Then, she remembered.  "Brother... how COULD he go for that... that 
whore!" she hissed.  She got back up then pressed on a panel on the 
wall, which revealed one of the many security stations in the Kunô 
Manor.

She sat down, powering everything on, intent on finding her beloved 
brother and the tramp.

However, she noticed a blur by one of the cameras.

Could it be... her Darling?

Kodachi switched on a com unit and yelled: "SASUKE!!!!!!  WHERE ARE 
YOU?"


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

T.H. Tiger

"Stupid, stupid, stupid, curse!" Ranma cursed softly.  She stood in the 
middle of an innocuous patch of grass, thoroughly soaked by the high 
intensity sprinkler system watering the verdant growth.  Her pants, 
boxers, and shirt were all soaked.  The pants were not too bad, the 
cotton boxers were loose enough that they didn't cling that 
uncomfortably, but the shirt was another matter.  While it was oversized 
on her small body, its thin silk still clung tightly to her breasts, 
outlining them like a coat of paint.

Normally Ranma had no real feminine modesty, unless she was playing at 
the role; but she couldn't afford the chance of running into Kunô, and 
having him see her like this.  He was bad enough at the best of times, 
but if she got his motor going it would be her that needed the rescuing, 
not Ukyô.  Ranma paused a bit at that thought.  While Kunô was an 
obsessive idiot, those qualities made him a pretty good fuck.  If he'd 
been willing to be a friend you fucked, Ranma could have tolerated him.  
But no.  He had to own her.  He'd been blunt enough.  She was too common 
to wed, but he'd happily make her his concubine, which was a fancy way 
of saying sex-slave.  That might be fun for a night of playing, but it 
was not a life choice Ranma was interested in.

Ranma removed her shirt and started to wring the worst of the water out 
of it.  Once it was dry enough, she'd go looking for some hot water, and 
then for some Kunô ass to kick.


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

Sasuke had jumped in fright with the roar of his Mistress.  Moving like 
the wind, he rushed to her dungeon in no time.  Disappointing the 
youngest Kunô in any way by his service was NOT an option.

Wheezing, he reached his Mistress(in several senses of the term)'s 
boudoir.  Barely even glancing at the mess and the pile of scantily clad 
girls, he immediately bowed very low in front of Kodachi.  With a 
shiver, he noticed she was still in full dominatrix outfit.

"*pant* *whizz* Please forgive me, Kodachi-sama..." (He didn't know for 
what he was asking her forgiveness, but with the lunatic it was safer 
anyway.) "... I was checking on some intruder that has triggered the 
motion detector alarms in the backyard...."


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

Louis F. Perico

"I am aware of that!" she snapped curtly.  "I want the intruder herded 
down here; you have ten minutes to do so, or you shall KNOW my 
displeasure!" she added, throwing in a crack of her whip for extra 
emphasis.

"Now... GO!"

She saw Sasuke scurry off, and Kodachi whipped her troops into line.

Literally.


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

T.H. Tiger

"OK, now how am I going to do this?" Ranma muttered to herself, staring 
at the rather imposing facade of the Kunô mansion and giving a shudder.  
While she'd spent some pleasurable moments inside, they were far 
outweighed by the craziness.  "If I confront Kunô as a girl, he's going 
to be after my ass, again.  But that might make him leave Ukyô free to 
escape.  Only she wouldn't leave without me.  If I go in as a guy... 
Kunô's going to try and kick my ass.  I can kick his instead, and then 
rescue Ukyô.  But I need hot water to do that.  So, first step, the 
kitchen."

Having laid out her battle plan, Ranma headed for what she knew from 
previous visits was the window to the kitchen.


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

Sasuke fled the frightening wrath of his Mistress and rushed to obey her 
command.  Using some secret passages that only him knew the full extent 
off, he reached the last point the intruder had been detected.

Inwardly, he was cursing.  Kodachi was impatient and had ordered him to 
bring her the uninvited guest in a very short schedule.  This meant a 
direct confrontation.  He would have much more liked taking his time, 
using stealth and the extensive traps layout to bring down the fool that 
ventured on Kunô ground.  That would have been more his style.  But he 
wouldn't ever dream of disobeying a Kunô, even when Kodachi wasn't in 
full bitch-mode like now.  He felt some sentimental attachment to his 
nuts, thank you very much.

Peering through a peephole close to the opening of his tunnel, Sasuke 
glanced around and spotted the intruder.  He recognized immediately the 
pigtailed girl, a.k.a. Saotome Ranma, and frowned.

Unlike his masters, Sasuke had done enough spying around the Tendô Dôjô 
to know of Ranma's curse.  He long ago renounced informing the Kunô 
siblings of the truth about the cursed girl-boy, however -- it just 
wasn't healthy to try to break them out of their delusions, not to 
mention doomed to failure.

Sasuke had not much love for the pigtailed martial artist.  Either he'd 
beat him soundly in male form or she'd tease him mercilessly in female 
form.  So, the ninja felt no qualm attacking the Saotome kid by surprise 
and handling his/her ass to the cruel Mistress.

Silently preparing a small blowgun with a dart coated in the same black 
rose essence Kodachi used for her paralyzing drug, he sneaked out of his 
hiding place and inched toward the enemy, who was about to break in the 
house by the kitchen's window.

It was too bad Sasuke's stealth skills weren't on par with doc Tôfû's, 
however.  Although being a screw-up might have its advantage... since it 
was uncertain if Sasuke would register on Ranma's danger sense at all, 
so low was the threat level.  (Considering Ranma's harakei was sharp 
enough to detect Akane's cooking on the approach, it was still 
unlikely.)


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

T.H. Tiger

Ranma sensed Sasuke's approach before the little ninja even entered the 
kitchen, but she had no worries about him.  He might be able to fool her 
with an inanimate object like a trap-door that had no life signature, or 
sneak up using a large number of people as cover, but with just him and 
her, it was impossible for him to get the better of her.

So, ignoring the ninja, Ranma continued with her task of heating up some 
hot water.  Not that Ranma was completely lacking in caution, but the 
large amount of polished steel and copper in the Kunô kitchen provided 
numerous reflective surfaces to watch Sasuke with.  She almost laughed 
out loud when he raised that silly blowgun to his mouth.

Ranma waited till the last moment, and then casually turned and plucked 
the dart from the air with two fingers.  "You'll have to do better than 
that, creamy pants!" Ranma taunted, making reference to the time she'd 
caught him jerking off in the bushes.  He'd yanked his pants up quickly, 
way too quickly, and at just the wrong time, hence the nickname.

"Now, get out of here before I...I...." Ranma gave her head a shake, 
trying to focus as the room got blurry.  "Wha?" she asked.  Slowly, she 
began to fall forward, and as she did, she looked sideways at the dart 
still between her fingers, and at the tiny barbs running the length of 
it, barbs that were so fine she hadn't even felt them when they pierced 
her skin.

With a thump, Ranma measured her length on the floor.


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

Sasuke blink-blinked

Sasuke looked down at the fallen Ranma-chan.

Sasuke glanced at the blowgun in his hand and looked again.

He scratched the top of his head with a typically monkeyish expression.

It then dawned on him that his sneak attack had been a success... more 
because of Ranma's cockiness than anything else, but still....

He extended an arm to steady himself against the wall, too amazed to 
trust his legs to keep him upright.  Still fixing the blowgun in his 
hand, he finally started to cackle in glee.  "Imagine that... it 
worked!" he exclaimed between nervous guffaws.

No wonder the ninja was surprised; last time he tried to use the 
blowgun, he had shot himself in the foot.  To think he had been 
convinced he'd need to resort to plan B, namely to activate the hidden 
traps inside the kitchen....

Sobering suddenly, he blinked again and looked at his hand on the 
wall... yup, no doubt, he pressed exactly the one tile that triggered 
the traps.

"Oh crap!"

The oven opened with a clank and a long gout of fire flared from it.  
Ranma, from her sprawled position, could feel the heat but was unharmed.  
Sasuke wasn't so lucky.  Singed by the flames, he jumped desperately out 
of the way... just in the path of another trap.  An electromagnet 
powered in the wall, immediately attracting a whole load of cookware 
from the opposite side of the room.  Various knifes, forks and choppers 
took flight toward Sasuke, who shrieked in terror.  By miracle, he 
wasn't skewered by the numerous stabbing tools, but ended up pinned like 
a bug to the wall, hanging by his clothes.


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

Louis F. Perico

Kodachi had whipped her minions into shape.

Quite literally.

But the ten minutes she allotted her family's pet ninja was up, and the 
intruder had NOT been herded to the dungeon per her instructions.

She was going to make Sasuke regret it, even IF the misshaped man DID 
have a monstrous penis.

She then heard some of the traps going off.

"The kitchens!"

She dashed to the kitchens, with whip in tow.  When she got there, she 
saw the unconscious red-haired girl, and Sasuke pinned to the wall.

In her own act of strangeness, she approached Sasuke coyly, her hips 
swaying as she approached.

"My dear... dear... DEAR Sasuke...." she said as she placed a finger on 
his lips, teasing them with the tip of her finger.

"I don't know whether to kiss you..."

She then grabbed his crotch and squeezed HARD!

"OR HAVE YOU NEUTERED!!!!  DO YOU REALIZE HOW LONG YOU HAD ME WAITING???  
AND DID YOU NOT LISTEN TO ME???  I SAID 'HERD', not KNOCK OUT!!!!"


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

T.H. Tiger

"Oh, Sasuke...." Ranma called out in a sweet saccharine voice.  She was 
perched in a tree just outside Fûrinkan, hiding out from Kunô.  She'd 
spotted Sasuke jumping from tree to tree in a search pattern, and could 
not resist.  She waited till the diminutive ninja was jumping toward the 
tree she was in, and then had called out to him.  When he'd looked in 
her direction, she'd given him a full leg-split moon shot.  Of course 
he'd missed the branch he was jumping for, and had fallen forty feet, 
bouncing all the way.  Ranma laughed her ass off.

In her comatose state, Ranma-chan gave a small chuckle.

Sasuke was watching from inside a locker.  Ranma knew this because he'd 
been in such a rush when she'd come into the shower that he'd caught 
some of his uniform in the door and she could see it.  So, instead of 
the hot shower she'd been looking forward to, she settled for a slightly 
warm one, with lots of soap.  She'd spent a great deal of time soaping 
her large breasts, and between her legs, bending over and pulling her 
ass cheeks apart to make sure she got all the dirty places squeaky 
clean.  Then, when she was done, she'd given the locker a good swift 
kick, buckling it in a certain strategic location.  The yell that came 
from inside was most gratifying.

Ranma laughed out loud, without coming out of her drugged sleep.

"Oh, Ryôga, fuck me, fuck me hard with your big pole, give it to me 
hard!" Ranma yelled at the top of her lungs while bouncing up and down 
on the bed.  The springs squeaked loudly.  She was getting quite 
flushed, and was starting to wish Ryôga was really here.  Sasuke finally 
could not contain himself any longer, and pushed up the tatami mat on 
the floor to get a better look at the action.  That was what Ranma had 
been waiting for.  Slamming her foot down, she stomped on the floor mat, 
driving it into Sasuke head.  A second later there was a loud thud as he 
hit the ground under the house.  "Well, that should keep him out of my 
hair for a little bit." Ranma said, drawing a mask over her face, and 
setting out on her quest to steal the famous Kunô mystical wishing 
dildo.

"What a moron," Ranma muttered in her sleep, "you'll never catch me, 
Sasuke.  I'm the best."


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

Ninjas are the silent warriors.  Ninjas are one with the night.  Ninjas 
can ignore pain, and never make a sound even in the most terrible 
circumstances.

Which can make you wonder if Sasuke was truly trained in ninjustu, 
because as soon as Kodachi squeezed his genitals, he screamed like a 
little girl.

Then, he started whining pathetically, in a way totally unfit to a 
martial artist, or any grown-up for that matter.

"BWWWWWWWWaaahaaaa I'msorryKodachi-samaPleaseforgivemeitwasn'tmyfault!" 
he pleaded in fast-forward.  Hanging from the knifes pinning him to the 
wall, he was defenseless.  Not that being free would do any good 
confronted to the Kunô dominatrix.

Then he heard Ranma mumble in her drugged sleep, mocking him even in 
unconsciousness.  That was so unfair!  For once he managed to capture 
the enemy, he also had to take himself out!

Overwhelmed by the cruelty of life, Sasuke proved he could make another 
kind of impersonation: that of a baby crying pitifully!


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

Louis F. Perico

Kodachi released Sasuke's crotch, then looked down at the sleeping form 
of Ranma-chan.  She also noticed that her minions were also present, 
having turned off the traps system.

"Your orders, Mistress?" one of the girls asked politely.

Kodachi thought for a moment.  "How do I make this tramp suffer?" she 
thought aloud as she walked around the kitchen.

"A gangbang, Mistress?" another one of the girls said.

"Hmm... a Webcammed gangbang would be better." she mused as she then 
looked back onto Sasuke.

She then smiled.

Then laughed.

Maniacally.

"Oh, that's PERFECT!" she said.  "You two, get him down and undressed, 
but DON'T PLAY with him!" she commanded.  To the other three, she said, 
"You three take the red-haired bitch downstairs, and have her well-
chained!"

As the first trio left with Ranma-chan in tow, she said "Oh, this will 
indeed be true torture.   OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!!!!"


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

T.H. Tiger

OOC:
Bit hard to write for a character who is dead to the world, at least not 
with jumping ahead to when she wakes up.  But, here goes.  I'm going to 
be using Kodachi here, but it's a dream Kodachi, not the real one.

IC:
Ranma had been having a pleasant dream; she'd been in a hot sixty-nine 
with Shampoo.  She'd been licking the Amazon's tasty snatch with great 
gusto, after flavoring it with some nice thick honey.  Shampoo in turn 
was licking her own sticky honey flavored twat.  It was heaven, sex and 
sweets in one cuddly muscular package.

Then the laughter had come, echoing through the room, ringing in her 
ears, making her teeth hurt.  She lifted her head, looking around for 
Kodachi, because there was no way anyone could mistake that laughter for 
anything else after hearing it before.  There was nothing there.  "We'd 
better take a break Sham-chan...." Ranma started to say, and then 
noticed she was alone, honey still dripping from her cunt.  "Shampoo!" 
she called out, "where are you?"

"Looking for your little pet, slut?" a voice called out from the dark.  
"I'm afraid she's a bit tied up at the moment." Kodachi continued as she 
stepped out of the shadows, her black leotard disappearing in the 
darkness, and giving the impression that her bare legs, arms, and head 
were floating separate from each other.

From one of her hands dangled Shampoo, in full bondage gear, which was 
very bizarre as Shampoo was a cat at the moment.  Ranma boggled at the 
sight of a cat wearing a single glove, ankle-cuffs and a ball gag.  
Ranma didn't even feel fear; even with her phobia it was impossible to 
imagine Shampoo as a threat.

That did not apply to Kodachi.  She was one of the few people Ranma 
feared.  She was crazy; more so than her father and brother.  They had a 
directed craziness.  You could predict their behavior.  Kodachi was 
different.  You could only be sure that she would do something 
dangerous.  Male or female, Ranma walked carefully around her.

If not for Shampoo, she'd be doing her best to escape, but she wasn't 
going to leave a friend behind in Kodachi's grasp.  "What do you want?" 
Ranma asked bluntly.

"Why, nothing much, only that you leave my beloved Ranma-sama alone and 
never bother him again."

"No problem, consider it done." Ranma said.

"OHHHHHHHHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO, please, do you take me for a fool, to trust 
the word of a little slut like you.  No.  I'm afraid you need to be 
taught to respect your betters, and to leave their property alone."

"I ain't your property!" Ranma snapped back.

"Oh, I beg to differ...." Kodachi said, giving a jerk on a leather strap 
she was suddenly holding.  Ranma felt a pull on her neck, jerking her 
forward slightly.  Her hands darted up and caught the leather strap that 
attached to a collar around her neck, and feeling a piece of metal.  
Holding it out, she was able to read it.

[Slut-chan, property of Kunô Kodachi, Kunô manor.]

"Say what?" Ranma-chan said.

"Gentlemen, please recover my property if you would." Kodachi demanded.

Ranma looked up startled to see two white-coated giants, each holding a 
large net.  They were wearing caps that said "Nerima Animal Control".

"Nooooooooo!" Ranma cried out as the nets descended on her, tangling her 
arms and legs.  She thrashed wildly, trying to get free.

In the basement corridor, Kodachi's hench-people had their work cut out 
for them as their limp burden suddenly started to squirm and twist while 
yelling out.  "I'm not an animal.  I'm a human being."


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

As he was dragged away by Kodachi's slave-girls, Sasuke didn't stop 
whimpering and sniffling his snotty nose.  Until Atsui got enough of 
this and slapped him hard.

"Enough of this!  Kodachi-sama give you the supreme privilege of being 
included in your games, and you have the gall to be unhappy!  You're 
lucky Kodachi-sama's orders were to not play with you; I'd gladly have 
whipped you in shape!"

Atsui was Kodachi's second-in-command in St. Herebeke gymnastics team, 
and in their kinky S.-M. games she also tended to order around whenever 
their Mistress wasn't at hand.  She was, otherwise, the most devoted of 
sex pet, and would do anything -- absolutely anything -- Kodachi told 
her.

Reaching the "dungeon", the leather-underwear-clad girls had Sasuke 
quickly undressed and standing in a corner.  He was hiding his privates 
in his hands and still sobbing, but the girls were somewhat trying to 
glance at his asoko in morbid curiosity, until Atsui bopped them on the 
head.

The other girls were about to bring Ranma-chan inside the room when the 
redhead suddenly started to struggle into her drugged sleep. They had a 
lot of problem pinning down the strong girl until Atsui noticed.

"What are you doing, idiots!  Do you have any idea what Kodachi-sama 
will do to you if you put her orders in any delay!" she barked.  Helping 
them by grabbing a leg, the four slave-girls lifted the squirming 
Ranma-chan, each by a member, to carry her toward a menacing rack with 
sturdy steel chain dangling in wait for their prisoner.


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

Louis F. Perico

There was the *CRACK* of a whip.

Kodachi had arrived, holding strap-on dildos for the team, and wearing 
one for herself.

"Ladies... get these on." she said.  The Black Rose then faced Sasuke, 
and she slowly approached him.  Not menacingly, but sensually.

"My dear, dear, dear Sasuke-kun... you just HAVE to be happy.  You will 
have the wonderful opportunity to get back at the red-haired girl." she 
said sweetly, so much so that everyone was looking at her, even more 
worried than normal.

She looked back and saw that the redhead was securely strapped.  She 
then commanded "Now, Sasuke!  FUCK THAT BITCH!  FUCK HER CUNT NOW!!!"


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

T.H. Tiger

Ranma came awake with a rush, her body covered in sweat.  "God, what a 
dream." she muttered in a hoarse voice.

> There was the *CRACK* of a whip.

Ranma's eyes bulged, and she tried to pull herself up, only to find that 
her arms and legs were held securely by heavy chains.  The best she 
could do was raise her head and look around.  "Oh, shit!" she said as 
she realized she was in one of the Kunô's playrooms.  Kodachi's, from 
the nearly-naked girls in slave gear.

> Kodachi had arrived, holding strap-on dildos for the team, and  
> wearing one for herself.

"This is not good...." Ranma said, pulling hard at her bonds.

> "Ladies... get these on." she said.  The Black Rose then faced Sasuke, 
> and she slowly approached him.  Not menacingly, but sensually.

Ranma blushed as she noticed Sasuke for the first time.  It was 
embarrassing as hell to be in this position if front of that little 
weenie.

> "My dear, dear, dear Sasuke-kun... you just HAVE to be happy.  You  
> will have the wonderful opportunity to get back at the red-haired  
> girl." she said sweetly, so much so that everyone was looking at her,  
> even more worried than normal.
>
> She looked back and saw that the redhead was securely strapped.  She  
> then commanded "Now, Sasuke!  FUCK THAT BITCH!  FUCK HER CUNT NOW!!!"

"What, no way!" Ranma yelled.  Out of instinct given the situation, her 
eyes dropped to Sasuke's crotch.  "NO WAY!"  This time her yell had a 
different meaning, as in "no way could that little dwarf be that well 
hung", and also, "no way was that ever going to fit".  Ranma's efforts 
to pull free increased, and her breasts jounced up and down with her 
efforts to jerk herself free of her chains.


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

"Stop struggling at once!" Atsui, who was standing right next to 
Ranma-chan, snarled.  She gymnast sex-pet had been busy removing her 
leotard, and hadn't yet secured the strap-on.  So, she simply used the 
dildo part as an improvised club against Ranma-chan, slapping the smooth 
plastic on the most prominent target, and where she knew it would 
hurt... on the large breasts of the redhead.

Atsui was a little overstepping her duty there... usually, only Kodachi 
was entitled to punish anybody in the dungeon.  But she was ready (maybe 
even eager) for any disciplining her Mistress would decide.  And the 
second-in-command couldn't tolerate that the little pigtailed cunt would 
dare rebelling against the fate Kodachi-sama ordered for her.  Couldn't 
she see it was a great privilege to be punished by the lovely Kunô 
dominatrix?

Sasuke, on his part, was shuddering from head to toes... not from pent-
up lust, though.  He would have gladly, in any other circumstances, 
jumped on the opportunity to get back at Ranma for all the beatings, 
teasing and harsh words he endured.  Right now, however....

"Kodachi-sama... your wish is my command..." he mumbled in a shaky 
voice.  "I would kill myself before contradicting you in any way... it's 
just... I have a little problem...."

Ashamed, he completely pulled his hands away from his crotch.  They 
weren't hiding much anyway, but now his apparatus was in full view, the 
"problem" became evident.  Yes, Sasuke was at the moment just as big, if 
not bigger, than Ryôga.  What was truly terrifying Ranma-chan, though, 
was that the ninja... was limp!  One could wonder just how BIG he was 
supposed to be once erect.

If only the terror that was inspiring Kodachi wasn't striking him with 
impotence.  Maybe with a little help, though....


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

Louis F. Perico

Sasuke no longer had to worry about Kodachi's wrath at the moment; Atsui 
had now earned it.

"ATSUI-CHAN!  I TOLD you to put that thing on, did I not, hm?" she 
snapped.

She glanced over at Sasuke.  "Well, as your INITIAL punishment, you will 
get Sasuke nice and hard... NOW!"

She yanked Atsui away from Ranma and got the girl on her knees.  "Get to 
work, you!"


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

T.H. Tiger

One of the things Ranma had never quite been able to master was the art 
of leaving well enough alone.  Her breast stung where Atsui had hit it, 
but she ignored that.  Pain from a blow was a normal part of her life.  
Laughing at someone else's problem, that was not to be missed.

"What a weenie, a limp weenie." Ranma laughed.  "What's the matter, 
ninja boy?  Not enough blood in your scrawny little body to hoist that 
mast?  Better be careful, Atsui-chan.  He looks scared enough to piss 
himself.  But maybe you'd enjoy that?"

Actually, Ranma's insults were not wholly the result of mean-
spiritedness.  When she'd first seen that thing Sasuke carried between 
his legs, a wave of pure panic had filled her.  Despite her varied 
experiences as a girl, she still considered her feminine side as being 
fragile.  She'd been sure she'd split in two if Sasuke went to town with 
that wang.  The revelation that Sasuke couldn't get it up had come as a 
great relief, but it had also turned her fear into anger at the person 
who had inspired it: poor Sasuke.

"Hahahahahhaha!  And I thought Kunô was the only one that packed a fake 
sword around here."  Ranma's behavior was bad enough given her 
situation, but she still wasn't happy to leave it there.

"Doesn't say much about you, Ko-chan." she said to Kodachi.  "Here you 
are, flaunting your goodies for all to see, and you can't even get a 
rise out of your own fuck-toy.  No wonder Ranma ain't interested in 
you."


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

Atsui blushed when she heard Kodachi's order, but she obediently let 
herself being pulled by her Mistress.

Unlike Sasuke, who only obeyed the Kunô dominatrix out of fear, Atsui 
would never dream of disappointing her Kodachi-sama.  For the simple 
reason she loved her with all her soul.  Kodachi could ask anything of 
the girl, she'd always be fully submissive.  The only time she'd ever 
been reluctant was the first time the noblewoman commanded her to mount 
her brother.  Atsui wasn't very attracted by men to begin with, though 
to her great shame she came to enjoy that too, mostly because it pleased 
her beloved Mistress.

So, the naked slave-girl completely ignored Ranma-chan's banter.  
Kneeling in front of the midget ninja, she bravely (though with a touch 
of disgust) grabbed the limp shaft with both hands.  She started by 
jerking it not-so-gently to see if there was any reaction.  Not getting 
much beside a strangled gasp from Sasuke, she held it upright and 
courageously opened her mouth.  The bulbous head was purely and simply 
too big to be swallowed entirely, so she settled for licking the turgid 
shaft and kissing the mushroom cap.

Sasuke, for his part, couldn't stay indifferent to the cruel mocking of 
the pigtailed girl.  But he had a hard time yelling back, with the gasps 
and moans sneaking in his speech.

"Wa... WOAH... waaa... watch out, Sa... Sao... aahh... uh... redheaded 
witch... I'm gonna... I'm gonna... *agh* *gasp* *urk* ... just wait... 
you won't laugh once I'm... mmm... mmmmmmmmmhhh... I'll plow you like... 
like... something you plow... GAAAAAH ATSUI-chan..."


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

Louis F. Perico

Kodachi had stepped closer to the bound redhead, her brow twitching.

She only said one word while extending a hand toward her other minions.

"Paddle."

One was delivered to her, and the Black Rose SMACKED one of Ranma's 
boobs.

Hard.

"The only thing I want to hear from you, my little bitch, is you 
begging, crying, and moans of sexual agony.  Otherwise, the beatings 
will continue until your morale improves."


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

T.H. Tiger

"Goddamn it, that hurt!" Ranma yelled at Kodachi as the gymnast struck 
the same breast as Atsui had.  She wasn't impressed with Kodachi's 
threat, and even if she had been there was something in Ranma that 
simply would not let her cower before a bully, and Kodachi was most 
definitely a bully.

"Fuck you!" Ranma said, sticking up one of her forefingers and gesturing 
at Kodachi.  Ranma had one option not open to most girls Kodachi 
victimized, and that was the knowledge that she would eventually get 
free.  And then the Black Rose would be the Black and Blue Rose, and 
maybe a few other things, like the cock-sucking Black and Blue Rose.

Ranma held the image of Kodachi forced to her knees, his cock shoved 
down her throat while he fucked her face furiously.  She grinned at the 
thought, and said "Bring it on, bitch."


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

"Kodachi-sama...." Atsui squeaked weakly, a hint of fear in her voice.  
"Sorry to interrupt you... but the toy is ready...."

If one were to look at the slave-girl and the ninja, one would see the 
naked, kneeling girl holding a rejuvenated shaft between her fingers... 
or trying to hold it, since its circumference was simply too much to fit 
fully in her small hand.  She was slightly shaking, obviously scared 
that the humongous manhood would explode in her face.

Giving Sasuke's expression, that was likely.  The Kunô retainer was 
fixing the ceiling, mouth open, gurgling and hyperventilating.

To tell the truth, Mother Nature had been quite generous in one 
particular area to compensate the ninja's small stature and clumsy 
coordination.  That "area", now that it was fully erect, was longer and 
thicker than the girl's forearm.  Its surface was veined with numerous 
pumping blood vessels, giving it the relief of some raged landscape.  
The blood-engorged thing was a deep purplish-red in color, and looked 
about to burst.


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

Louis F. Perico

Kodachi glared at the redhead, but Atsui... sweet, sweet Atsui.  VERY 
dependable.

"Oh, I won't bring anything, you little tramp... my darling Atsui-chan 
shall bring 'it'."

She waved at her favorite minion, urging her to bring Sasuke and his 
monster dick.

"Oh, and try not to make him cum while getting him here.  I want this 
whore swimming in his seed." she said, then she cackled.

"Ohhhhhhohohohohoho!"


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

T.H. Tiger

Ranma had been focused on Kodachi and the girls, having dismissed Sasuke 
as a factor in the situation.  Kodachi's words directed her attention 
back in that direction as Atsui lead him toward her, her hand under the 
head of his massive dick.

Ranma's eyes bulged as she took in the size of the weapon Kodachi was 
threatening her with.  Atsui's hand and arm provided a good measuring 
stick to gauge the size of the thing, and as best Ranma could tell it 
had to be over fourteen inches long.

"No fucking way!" Ranma cried out in denial, trying to close her legs, 
an effort foiled by the chains holding her.  Her eyes looked at Sasuke 
with fear, an emotion that the little ninja very seldom aroused in those 
around him, and never before from Ranma.  It was a far cry from the 
usual amused derision she/he directed his way.


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

Sasuke was going on autopilot; or rather, he was simply letting himself 
be driven by the slave-girl.  He was shivering, but no longer in abject 
fear of his Mistress.  It was rather in pent-up frustrations.  A 
whooping BIG load of pent-up frustrations.

"KodAChi-sama..." the ninja gurgled, "I'm nOt goINg to d-d-diSApoinT 
you..." he claimed in a shaky voice.  It was presumptuous, though, since 
till now Atsui was the one making most of the work.

The second-in-command, still holding the monstrous prick with one hand 
(though pointed away from her naked frame, as though fearing a stray 
shot), forced Ranma-chan thighs open.  The martial artist might have had 
powerful muscles, but the torture rack was simply conceived to procure 
no leverage, and access to the red-furred crotch was easy.

Testing the waters, Atsui pushed her hand without warning, palm flat, in 
the unprotected folds.  Pulling it back, she licked her fingers, and 
commented: "Mmmh... wet... but not quite wet enough for a thingy as big 
as Sarugakure-san.  That will involve... a lot of pain!" she concluded 
in a giddy voice, knowing full well that Mistress Kodachi would approve.

Ignoring any protest from the pigtailed girl, she aimed Sasuke's large 
dickhead toward the opening, holding it with both hands, her gesture 
alike a submarine crewmember loading a small torpedo.


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

Louis F. Perico

Kodachi placed her head atop of the redhead's bush, getting a very 
excellent view of Sasuke's torpedo being stuffed inside Ranma-chan's 
box.

"Oh, Atsui... it's such a beautiful sight." she said softly.  All that 
was missing was the redhead's screams....


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

T.H. Tiger

Ranma tried to draw back her pelvis, but was foiled by the bench she was 
strapped to.  As a result, all she could do was watch in horror as Atsui 
guided that monster between her legs.  Her horror only increased as she 
realized the flanges on the side of Sasuke's glans were actually 
brushing her inner thighs before the tip made contact with cunt.

Sasuke's cock head pushed against Ranma's labia, covering her sex 
completely.  It flattened, Ranma's twat flattened, and for a while it 
looked like that was all that was going to happen.  Sasuke was simply 
too big.  Atsui was not going to let such a stalemate last however, not 
with her Mistress looking on in anticipation.  She reached down with 
both hands, sliding her fingers beneath Sasuke's cock-head, and gripped 
Ranma's labial lips firmly between thumb and forefinger.  Not being in 
the least gentle, she pulled hard, drawing Ranma's lower lips out and 
then up, as if trying to pull her on to Sasuke like a too tight glove.

Ranma's eyes bulged as Sasuke's cock-head forced itself halfway into her 
opening, stretching her more than she could ever remember being 
stretched before.  Well, except for that one time with her pop in his 
cursed form, except that Genma's panda cock had a rather narrow tip, and 
she'd not been this stretched that time till he was in her too the 
roots.  Sasuke had not even started.

Atsui had noticed this as well, and delivered a stinging smack to the 
little ninja's ass, causing him to clench them, and forced another inch 
of his mammoth member into Ranma.  Ranma's throat spasmed as she barely 
kept from crying out.  Her hands clenched, nails digging into the palms.  
Ranma started breathing in quick sharp gasps, trying to accommodate 
Sasuke, and trying much harder not to think about the fact that just the 
head was in her.

The muscles around Ranma's cunt were stretched to their max.  In truth, 
if she hadn't been what she was, something very likely would have torn 
by this point.  But Ranma operated on a different physical reality than 
most humans.  Partly the result of some magic Genma had used to help her 
heal quicker when she'd been a child, and partly because of the 
malleability of her body brought on by Jusenkyô, Ranma had much greater 
tolerance for bodily deformation than was normal.

That didn't mean it didn't hurt like a son-of-a-bitch.

"Take it, bitch!" Atsui crowed.  Glowing with pleasure at being able to 
so hurt her beloved Mistress's hated enemy.  She pulled back her hand 
and delivered another hard smack to Sasuke's ass.

A deep grunt was forced from Ranma as Sasuke's cock shoved two inches 
further into her body.  She glared up at Kodachi's lackey, promising 
herself that Atsui would join Kodachi when Ranma got her revenge for 
this.  Then she focused all her attention on not being split in two by 
Sasuke's cock.

Ranma's habit of pushing herself to the limit had been aroused.  
Confucius had said: "When Rape is inevitable, lay back and enjoy it."  
Ranma had a different view.  When intense physical discomfort was 
inevitable, turn it into a training session.  Barring a rescue, which 
she couldn't control, there was nothing Ranma could do to prevent 
herself from receiving the fucking of her life.  As a result, her 
curiosity warred with her fear.  As Sasuke, despite the whiskers, was 
not a cat, curiosity won out by a thin margin.

Could she really take that monster?  Her bulging eyes focused on the 
joining of their two bodies, and sweat drops appeared on her head as she 
took note of how much was left to go.  'Shit,' she thought to herself, 
'no way in Hell.'  Ranma decided the only way she was going to avoid 
being spitted like a rabbit on the fire was to make Sasuke fire off his 
load before he got much deeper.  From the look on his face, that might 
not be all that hard.  Ranma flexed her tummy, causing her inner muscles 
to massage Sasuke's dick.  The one actually surrounding him were far too 
stretched to have much give to them, but the ones just in front of the 
giant head wrapped around the sensitive glans and rippled.  The strained 
look on Ranma's face took on a slight look of satisfaction as the 
strained look on Sasuke's face increased.


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

All along the ponderous process of driving his giant tool in 
Ranma-chan's little cunt, Sasuke has been drooling and making an utterly 
goofy face.  No big surprise their, with a manhood the side of his, 
simply getting erect claimed a lot of blood from the rest of his body, 
and this tended to deplete the supply of oxygen to his brain.

So, Atsui had been the one doing most of the job of aiming and pushing 
the humongous member in the redhead's little twat.  When she slapped the 
dumb ninja's ass, however, this startled him enough to bring his wits 
back in gear; at least what few he needed at the moment.

So, grinning, he grabbed Ranma's knees and kept them spread on his own.  
Grunting, he commented "Huuu... Kodachi-sama... she's tight... but I'll 
do my best... to stuff her... to the brink... like you commanded... your 
wish is my command... graaaaaahh...."

Tongue hanging, Sasuke was tempted to wait for his mistress' assessment, 
but her orders had been rather clear, even for him, so he new what to 
do.

Solidly gripping the petite girl's legs, he pushed slowly, progressing 
tenth of inch by tenth of inch into her stretched-out pussy.  As Atsui 
estimated earlier, the poor abused hole wasn't lubricating enough for 
sheathing something of this size.  It made penetration difficult, but 
wasn't truly impairing the sadistic little ninja.  Ranma-chan's womanly 
folds were pushed and crushed by the girth of the large cylinder of male 
flesh, a bulge swelling at the level of her mons to accommodate the 
monster.

Too bad Ranma's lower lips hadn't received the same training than her 
upper ones during her coaching in "La Belle France" school of martial 
art dining at the Chardin Mansion.  She'd have needed it; it felt worst 
than swallowing a watermelon down there.

Standing aside, Atsui was doing great efforts to not touch her tingling 
breasts and needy sex while watching the lurid spectacle.  One simply 
didn't pleasure oneself around Kodachi-sama unless instructed so.


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

Louis F. Perico

Kodachi knew that extra lubrication was needed for Sasuke to stuff his 
fleshy log into the redhead's cunt.

She ordered her remaining minions, saying "Girls, start licking 
Sasuke-kun's pole, and go heavy on the spit!"

She then turned back to Atsui.  "You did good, my dear... you may finger 
yourself, but just enough to get your finger all wet.  I like the taste 
of your nectar."


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

T.H. Tiger

"God damn you!  When I get out of here I'm going to kick your ass so 
hard you'll shit out your mouth!" Ranma howled.  The words were a 
substitute for screaming in panic and pain.  She never imagined that 
anything walking on two legs could have a cock like Sasuke.  Horses must 
blush in shame when he walked by.

"You bitch!" Ranma yelled at Atsui, who had just delivered another smack 
to Sasuke's ass.  "I'm going to shove my cock so far up your ass that 
you'll taste me." Ranma tossed her head wildly, her pigtail whipping 
back and forth.  "Oh God!" she groaned as even more of Sasuke's cock 
shoved into her.

Panting wildly, Ranma realized she was going to have to surrender just a 
little, or her insides would be ripped.  She needed to get turned on, 
produce lubrication.  She tried to focus on a fantasy where she whipped 
a bound Kodachi's ass till it glowed in the dark, but her mind could not 
focus.  The pressure in her loins was too powerful; it drove everything 
else from her mind.

Ranma lifted her head and stared down between her breasts to the 
junction of her legs.  Her eyes widened when she saw how much dick was 
still outside her body.  They widened even further when she saw the 
noticeable bulge in her belly.  "No way." she groaned.

Ranma's body jerked in time with Sasuke's short powerful thrusts, her 
breasts flopping back and forth.  Drool hung off her lip.  But her body 
was reacting in ways beside distress.  No matter what Ranma's mind felt 
about Sasuke as desirable sexual partner, all her well-trained body 
cared about was that it was being fucked, hard, and powerfully.  
Lubrication began to flow, slowly, and then faster.  Sasuke's shaft 
began to ease inside with a little more ease.

This was a mixed blessing.  Her love honey made Sasuke slid easier in 
her over-stretched cunt, but it did nothing to make him smaller.  Half 
his dick was inside her now, and that should have been the maximum.  The 
head had forced its way into her womb; there was nowhere else for it to 
go.  That would have been the case with a real girl, but Ranma's body 
was artificial, a magical artifact.  It had properties that natural born 
animals did not.  It was malleable.

Sasuke continued to pound at Ranma, and her womb began to push upward 
into her chest, displacing her guts.  The bulge in her belly grew 
larger, stretching from her cunt up to just below her rib cage.  Then, 
something amazing started to happen.

Ranma was in severe distress, but pain was an old friend to her.  
Slowly, with just a hint, Ranma was beginning to feel pleasure.  Sasuke 
had stretched her so far that her clit was actually rubbing directly on 
his cock.  And her g-spot was getting a work out as well.  Sasuke had no 
need to angle his dick just right to reach that elusive spot, he was so 
large that it would be impossible for him to not stimulate that well 
hidden orgasm trigger.

Ranma's body shuddered as a deep internal orgasm washed over her.


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

"Yes, Kodachi-sama...." Atsui answered in a squeaky voice.  She 
immediately started fringing herself with her middle finger, making sure 
her mistress could see her.  She paid no attention at all to the 
bitching of the stupid redhead cunt that was getting skewered -- what 
she said made no sense anyway.

Sasuke had been receiving a little help from the other of Kodachi's 
slave-girls, licking and spitting on his shaft and Ranma-chan's 
stretched pussy, but that didn't amount for much.  It got easier, 
however, when the bound girl started to lubricate on her own.  To the 
ninja's great pleasure, his monster cock was slipping more easily in her 
sheath.

"HU!  HU!  Kodachi-sama!" he called between puffs.  "I-I think she's 
getting wet!  Yes!  That slut is enjoying that!"

Gripping harder on her thighs, Sasuke began to hump more purposefully, 
shaking Ranma's tiny body.  He was genuinely surprised; he wouldn't have 
expected such a petite girl would engulf more than a third of his 
length.

"Ho boy... that's amazing!  She's taking more of it than any girl had 
before!"

Contrarily to what one could believe, Sasuke's humongous organ wasn't 
making his love life any easier, far from it.  Most of the women who 
knew of his dimensions were too scared to even think of trying it.  Even 
those few that accepted to play with him rarely got the guts to try 
taking his manhood inside them.

The only girl that ever genuinely enjoyed mounting him was Akane Tendô.  
But then again, Akane was quite the cock-swallower.  After all, she also 
claimed to have ridden the one pole that could put Sasuke to shame: the 
bull-hood of Pansuto-Tarô's MONSTER form.  Ranma had always put some 
doubts on the veracity of the tale.

Akane was also the one girl to be constantly nice to Sasuke, and that 
reminded him of who he was screwing right now... he thought he could add 
some salt on the wound with his words:

"Oh yeah!  You're as good a fuck as Tendô Akane-sama!  You know I've 
mounted your lady friend?  She likes it very much... and she's so nicer 
than you... uuuurgh...!"

Flustered and out of breath, Sasuke nonetheless continued to thrust.  He 
was obviously burning all his energy in this one mean coitus, but that 
was worth it.

"Kodachi-sama... I-I think she cummed!  Yes!  I'm sure of it!  She just 
got an orgasm!"


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

Louis F. Perico

*SMACK!*

That was the riding crop being applied by the Black Rose to Sasuke's 
tush.

"You KNOW what I said about mentioning that name in this house!" she 
hissed.  Kodachi then spoke while looking at Ranma: "So, you got off, 
ne?  Let's see if you can survive having your brains fucked out!  
SASUKE!  GO FASTER, AND DON'T STOP UNTIL YOUR ASOKO IS TOTALLY LIMP!"


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

T.H. Tiger

Sasuke's comment was aimed at causing Ranma jealous anger and anguish.  
And, if Ranma had been male, it might have at least had some of that 
effect.  But as a female, Ranma's relationship with Akane was as much 
competition as it was love.  Part of that competition was to score 
points by nailing some of the weird and wonderful people that wandered 
into their lives.  At the moment, Akane had bragging rights due to 
having fucked Tarô's cursed form.  A fact that burned Ranma.  As far as 
Ranma was concerned, Akane had cheated, and it shouldn't have counted.

Sure, Akane hadn't asked to be cursed by that magical rubber doll that 
turned her into a living sex toy for a week, but even so, she should 
have the honor to not claim credit.  Ranma fumed at the injustice of it 
all over again.  But, under that, was the memory of Akane impaled on 
Tarô's cock, her entire torso wrapped around it like a living condom 
while she screamed in delight.  Ranma found herself getting turned on, 
her competitive juices flowing.

Lacking that magic, Ranma didn't have a hope of taking Tarô-bull, but 
she was dammed if she let Akane have Sasuke too.  She'd take him to the 
roots if it killed her.

Of course, what Ranma didn't know (and what Sasuke didn't tell him) was 
that the only time Akane had ever fully taken Sasuke's cock was during 
that cursed week.  All other times she'd only managed about half.

Ranma flexed her ass, pushing herself upward a fraction of an inch.  A 
loud groan came from her mouth as she strained with all her might to 
take more of Sasuke into her body.  Even if Ranma's legs had not been 
pulled apart by the chains, and pushed further apart by Sasuke, they'd 
have been spread as wide.  There simply wasn't enough room for Ranma to 
close them.  Her cunt was stretched further than it had ever been 
before, only her malleable cursed body kept her from ripping down the 
middle.

Another groan exited Ranma's lips, this time partly due to air being 
forced from her lungs by Sasuke's continued fucking.  She was stretched 
so far, and was so tight that Sasuke could only shift his prick a half 
and inch at a time in either direction.  But he made use of what he 
could.  Every time he shoved into Ranma, he lifted his feet off the 
floor so that for just a minute he was perched on his hard-on, which was 
socketed into Ranma-chan.  Like a sledgehammer, his weight served to 
pound his prick into Ranma's belly a fraction of an inch at a time.

Ranma's toes and fingers were curling and clenching.  Her throat worked 
as groans of pain and effort echoed in the room.  The bulge in her belly 
moved upward, slowly reaching the edge of her ribcage.  Both Sasuke and 
Ranma were lost in the pure sensation of the moment, for different 
reasons, and gave no thought to how what was happening was happening.  
Not so the others in the room.  Kodachi's girls watched in horrified 
delight as the lump in Ranma's belly grew and grew.  Each of them at one 
time or another had been forced to take Sasuke, but none of them had 
ever managed more than the head and a few inches.  Nothing like Ranma.


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

The crop's slash to his ass and Kodachi's harsh words had the effect of 
flooding Sasuke's eyes with tears.

"I'm sorry, Kodachi-sama!  I forgot!" he whined.

However, it did nothing to his mighty erection, and obeying to the 
Mistress he rocked his hips faster and pushed his monster cock deeper.  
Soon there was absolutely no spare place left in Ranma's stretched pussy
for him.  He was imbedded almost to the root, which was more than any 
girl had ever done without the help of magic.  Not deterred by that, 
Sasuke simply twisted his mighty rod in her snatch.  Pistoning in and 
out of her twat was possible but required a lot more effort than 
ordinary intercourse, because Ranma's overwhelmed sheath was hugging the 
large shaft very tightly.  Still, her lubricant juices were helping, and 
the little ninja soon found a rhythm, giving Ranma-chan one of the most 
incredible ride of her life.

If only he wasn't crying all along, then maybe Sasuke would have earned 
a little bit of respect from Ranma.

Atsui was getting hotter and hotter as she watched the show.  Some would 
call it horrific, but for a girl who shared Kodachi's sense of esthetic, 
the brutal and utter humiliation of the redhead was surely erotic.  Her 
finger pumping in her slit was no longer enough to satisfy her.

"Kodachi-sama," she moaned, "I'm so wet and ready...."


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

Louis F. Perico

"Are you, Atsui-chan?" Kodachi cooed.  "I think a second opinion is 
needed... so plant your flower in front of Sasuke's face, and let him 
have a taste."

The Black Rose then leaned down next to Ranma, playing with the 
redhead's generous nipples.

"Hm... they ARE big... but they will get bigger once Sasuke's done with 
you.  I wonder what type of freaks your children will be like?" she 
mused as she continued to fondle with the redhead's boobs, still unaware 
of what Ranma REALLY was....


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

T.H. Tiger

Ranma was in sensory overload.  She would never have imagined it was 
possible to be so stuffed with cock.  She stared in shock at the 
junction between her legs.  Only a few inches of Sasuke's massive member 
was still outside her body, and her poor little twat was stretched to 
impossible-looking dimensions.  Ranma had once been over at Hiroshi's 
while the pervert had been surfing extreme porn sites.  There had been a 
picture of a girl with a two-liters bottle jammed into her pussy.  That 
was about how stretched she looked, and felt.

Ranma's body was so contorted by the effort of having that spike 
hammered into her loins that even if she hadn't been bound, it was 
unlikely she could have done anything to escape.  As it was, her whole 
body flopped up and down as Sasuke thrust in and out of her.  The vacuum 
caused by his withdrawal lifted Ranma's body up into the air.  A few 
inches would slip out, and then Sasuke would slam back home, bashing 
Ranma back down onto the bench.  She felt like he was literally nailing 
her to the wooden support.

Each twitch of Sasuke's cock caused air to either be expelled or drawn 
into Ranma's displaced lungs.  "Uh, uh, uh, uh!"  Her grunts of strain 
filled the room with each shove of Sasuke's rod.  Ranma's large breasts 
bounced violently back and forth till Kodachi took hold of them and 
began to play with the sensitive flesh.

Ranma barely felt it, the feeling drowned out by the more powerful 
stimulus coming from between her legs.  She was starting to understand 
how Akane must have felt when she'd been stretched over Tarô's massive 
bull member.  It was horrifying and wonderful at the same time.  It was 
pushing her body to limits she didn't even know she had.  The only thing 
spoiling the threat was Sasuke.  He was behaving like such a wimp.  If 
only he was more like Ryôga.  If the Lost Boy had gotten her in a 
position like this, which he had, he certainly wouldn't have been 
crying.  He'd have been gloating as he used Ranma's body as a sex toy 
for his own fun.

Sure, Ranma would have to kick his ass after it was over, but at least 
he'd behave like a half-decent opponent while he was using her.

"Dream on." Ranma snarled at Kodachi when she started talking about 
babies.  Technically, Ranma could get pregnant, but it would require her 
staying female long enough to progress into her cycle, and then staying 
female for at least a week afterwards, and then only if he'd actually 
gotten her pregnant, which was no guarantee.  It had been something 
Ranma had made damn sure to ask Cologne about.

Still, Kodachi's words raised another thought in Ranma's mind.  What the 
hell was going to happen when Sasuke gushed?  His balls were on a par 
with his monster prick.  God, she didn't think she could possibly 
stretch any further, but if he dumped a load into her belly, she might 
end up looking pregnant even without being in that state.


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

Atsui paled when her mistress ordered her to offer her pussy for licking 
to the midget ninja.  He was blabbering and huffing noisily while 
boffing Ranma-chan, not to mention drooling a lot, to the point it was 
rather disgusting.

Yet, even if she hesitated, she never considered disobeying.  
Kodachi-sama's word was the law.  So, she straddled Sasuke's head, her 
gymnast legs dangling around his shoulders and her hands keeping his 
face against her privates.

"mlgmdkglmdksmdkopjkfidjvjklzd?"

The surprised shinobi unintelligibly mumbled in the crotch that pressed 
against his face.  He was pretty much smothered by the womanhood that 
filled his view.  But ninjas are trained in holding their breath for a 
long time... which shouldn't help much the incompetent retainer.

"msùmdgkêrfzokpsqdjco imzeopc azekr*kc ..."

At least, the panicked moves of his lips and tongue in her pussy were 
pleasuring Atsui, who moaned and gripped him tighter.  Her naked bottom 
bounced not far above Ranma's belly, where the bulge made by Sasuke's 
horse wang went in and out.

"md;sporzpoejaxprjzeo ijnevuilmc,zenhilqwm!!"

Still, he wasn't stopping from sliding his huge piston in and out of 
Ranma's twat.  The lack of oxygen had pretty the kinky reaction it was 
rumored for -- making him quite impossible to soften.  So he just pumped 
harder, seeking release before...

"aflmg... maz;m... LMALZMAFKZER!!!"

... before he'd just pass out from lack of air, physical stress from 
supporting the slave-girl weight, and exhaustion from the intense sex.


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

T.H. Tiger

Ranma groaned, feeling like a turkey Akane had stuffed with the kitchen 
sink.  The dead weight of Sasuke laying on her did not help matters 
either.  With any other partner, Ranma would have been able to flex her 
internal muscles and bring them both off.  But her insides were 
stretched so far that she could not have flexed them with the aid of an 
electric cattle prod.

She was stretched so far that her pelvic bones had shifted, just as if 
she were giving birth.  Indeed, Sasuke's massive member was offering 
Ranma a foretaste of what having a baby would feel like, in reverse.  On 
the plus side, Ranma's G-spot had never had such a work out.  Sasuke was 
so big, that he could not have avoided stimulating Ranma if he'd tried.

While Ranma was unable to move, or flex, and Sasuke was out of the 
fight, his cock was still active, like some sort of freakish monster 
with a life independent of the man who carried it around.  The blood 
pulsed hot and strong inside it, and as it did, the cock shifted, and 
swelled and deflated in time with Sasuke's heartbeat.  And each time it 
swelled, it stretched Ranma's sheath and put pressure on her G-spot.  
Ranma's groans of distress began to take on another tone, one of 
impending eruption.  Her breath was already coming in quick sharp gasps 
and her face was red with strain, so there was no visible evidence of 
what was to come.

Suddenly, Ranma cried out hoarsely, her body quivering as she 
experienced a powerful internal orgasm.  Her vaginal sponge, contracted 
by the orgasm and Sasuke's cock, released nearly two pints of sweet 
lubrication.  Which had nowhere to go.  Ranma's stomach bulged slightly, 
even more so than it already was, and the liquid began to slowly seep 
down between her and Sasuke's flesh, creating a thin layer of 
lubrication that for the first time allowed a certain freedom of motion 
for Sasuke in Ranma's stuffed cunt.  It was too bad he was out like a 
light.


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

Louis F. Perico

"SASUKE!" screeched Kodachi.

*WHACK!*

"I did NOT give you permission to pass out!  You still haven't properly 
pounded the red-haired one yet!" she snapped.

Sighing, she waved Atsui to come down.  "Lick me." she commanded her 
favorite servant.


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

"GAH!"

Sasuke came back to the world of the living with a start.  His slight 
jump made his horse-meat plunge all the way in Ranma-chan's well-
lubricated twat, which shook the red-haired girl like a violent hiccup.

"YES, KODACHI-SAMA!  I WILL!" yelled the ninja.  Now that Atsui's loins 
weren't suffocating him any more, he could pump all the air he wanted in 
his lungs.  And he could also pump into Ranma-chan like a big 
jackhammer.  The whole rack began to shook violently with the 
manservant's frantic, insane pistoning.

Atsui had gladly given up on the clumsy cunnilingus of the Sarugakure 
ninja, to do something she enjoyed infinitely more: pleasuring her 
Mistress.  Not waiting a second, she fell on her knees, circled the 
gymnast's lean hips with her arms, and started kissing her loins.  Atsui 
lost no time worshipping the treasure of the lovely dominatrix.

Sasuke was burning his last reserves with this wild ride.  But he knew 
it was worth it.  Even if it was the last thing he'd do, it would be one 
of the most satisfying fuck of his life.  Not only did he manage to 
stuff all of his monster in a girl's body, but he got to humiliate one 
of the most obnoxious enemy of his masters, the Kunôs.  Even if he got 
beaten down and mistreated in the process, he'd rarely been so happy.  
Only the rare times his Mistress Kodachi allowed him to pleasure her 
luscious body with his unworthy hands could compare.

With the strangled squeal of a dying pig (Ranma knew what it sounded 
like), the wickedly large manhood bulged one last time, and started to 
shoot like a fire-hose in Ranma-chan's violated pussy.  Not having any 
space to escape her distended fuck-hole, the jizm flooded her small womb 
to the brink.  For the petite girl, it felt like her tummy was distended 
by the amount of sperm as Sasuke's balls emptied in her.

Mouth open and foaming, eyes twirling, head thrown backward and facing 
the ceiling, Sasuke stood here for a short while, not moving any more.  
It became quickly evident he was passed out and held upright only by the 
cock imbedded in Ranma's poor twat.  As the blood finally deserted it, 
and the trunk-like thing began to deflate, it slowly slid out of the 
abused vagina, followed by copious scoop of spunk.

Sasuke fell backward with a thud, his hose spurting a last spray of 
creamy stuff out of pure reflex; the goo landed squarely on Ranma and 
decorated her boobs.


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

Louis F. Perico

Kodachi moaned softly.  "Ahhh... Atsui-chan... that's it." she 
whispered.  Naturally, she couldn't be heard with all the racket Sasuke 
was making.

Then she noticed him collapsing, and the last remnants of his spunk 
flying just about everywhere.

"At least his seed has a decent taste." she muttered, licking some off 
that landed on her chin.

Then she noticed the trapped redhead.  Kodachi smirked.  "Enjoying 
yourself?  Did you like being Sasuke's fuck toy, ne?"


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

T.H. Tiger

Ranma was wasted.  She'd never had an experience like that in her life.  
She could feel Sasuke's sperm flowing out of her stretched cunt like a 
river, and her poor belly was still swollen from having him jammed in 
damn near to her tonsils.

Still, there was only once answer to Kodachi's question.

"Not bad; not the best, but not bad." Ranma said, using every ounce of 
strength she had to remain coherent.


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

Sasuke was contentedly snorting on the floor.

Atsui paid no attention to the insolent redhead.  Her Mistress has told 
her to lick, she was licking.  Her tongue was stroking hungrily the 
puffy flower of Kodachi, lapping the dews of her petal.  The fleshy 
appendage was wiggling in the rosy slit, reaching the inner labia and 
tweaking the folds.  Her lips were kissing and sucking every inch of the 
lovable sex, the gymnast girl lost in the worshipping of her goddess.


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

Louis F. Perico

Kodachi cooed as Atsui continued to feast on the Black Rose's snatch.

She then looked at Ranma-chan, saying "Would you like to see Atsui-chan 
fuck me, ne?"


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

T.H. Tiger

"I'd rather see Mr. Green turtle do it." Ranma said.  Which was not 
altogether true.  What Ranma really wanted was to escape, change 
genders, and get revenge on Kodachi by raping the hell out of her and 
her girl toys.  Sasuke was noticeably absent from Ranma's vengeance 
quest.

He'd given her one hell of a good time, and was no more responsible for 
his actions than was Kodachi's ribbon.  He was just a tool for her.


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

Atsui's head snapped toward the redhead.  "How dare you!"

What Kodachi-sama used to do with Mr. Green Turtle was her business, and 
that insolent wench sure never deserved to watch such a lovely 
spectacle.

Atsui caught herself, though.  Her mistress had given an order, and she 
shouldn't get distracted, even to retort to that insolent, cream-
spurting cow.

Back to her task, the sex pet licked and kissed the tasty flower of the 
Black Rose with reverence.  Flicking her tongue on the sacred nub of her 
clitoris.

Yet, Atsui was still incensed at Ranma, and hoped Kodachi-sama would 
lash out a well-deserved punishment.

Another slave-girl presented the cooing dominatrix with a box a semi-
chirurgical tools.

"Would you need the piercing set, Kodachi-sama?"

Atsui's eyes twinkled.  She hoped her mistress would indeed choose to 
pierce the teats on top of the redhead's huge jugs, and adorn them with 
large nipple rings for everybody to play with.  She'd propose it, but 
suggestions were always somewhat risky with Kodachi; she could punish 
her for talking out of turn.


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

Louis F. Perico

Kodachi already had her crop out, giving Atsui a quick spank for talking 
in the first place, especially when she wanted to continue to be eaten 
out.

"Don't talk, eat!" she snapped.

Then to the servant with the piercing set, the Black Rose said "Hmm... 
not yet... let's get these nips of hers nice and big with the pumps, 
ne?"


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

T.H. Tiger

Ranma, who been mostly in a well-fucked daze, snapped awake at the 
mention of piercing.  While she'd tried just about everything that was 
possible with her female body -- Sasuke had knocked another notch off 
that list -- she'd always avoided anything that would result in her 
looking unmanly when she turned back into a guy.  Having nipple rings 
would qualify.  She was so relieved when Kodachi dismissed the idea, for 
now, that she didn't really register Kodachi's suggestion.  Instead, she 
started thinking seriously about getting out of this fix.

She was a bit short on options.  If she could have broken the bonds 
holding her, she would have done so when Sasuke had been slamming his 
meat into her.  She'd certainly struggled hard enough.  Unlike bonds on 
her male half, she could not slip her smaller female wrists free due to 
her curse.  She'd been female when she'd been tied up.  About her only 
option she could see was to somehow trick someone into splashing her 
with hot water.  The strain of her swelling limbs, and greater strength 
should free her, and then....  Ranma contemplated all the things she'd 
do to Kodachi and her girls when she got free.

Ranma's pleasant thoughts disappeared as she spotted what Kodachi's 
slave was carrying toward her.


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

Atsui whimpered, and her eyes swelled with tears -- more because of the 
shame of having displeased her mistress than from the pain of the crop 
strike on her butt.

Dutifully, the slave girl dived back in the Black Rose's sweet flower, 
licking as if her whole life depended on it.  Her tongue wiggled and 
squirmed relentlessly in the noblewoman's twat.  Stroking the folds and 
lapping the honey, she focused all her skills solely on pleasuring 
Kodachi.  Her mistress' pleasure was the sole thing that mattered; her 
fragrant sex was Atsui's whole world for now.

The other slave-girls had promptly obeyed the Kunô dominatrix, and were 
bringing a strange apparatus to the bound Ranma-chan.  Under the 
redhead's puzzled glare, they pulled out from a box what looked closely 
like a milking machine, except it has only two flexible tubes ending in 
suckers instead of the several that would be needed for the udder of a 
cow....


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

Louis F. Perico

Kodachi managed to say "Don't... ahhh, deeper... just stand there....  
Get thOOOOooo... get those things on her boobs!"

The Black Rose was slowly losing control.  "Faster... damn it, 
Atsui-chan!  Eat me faster!!!!" she cried out, pushing her crotch deeper 
into Atsui's face.


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

T.H. Tiger

Ranma had hardly needed Kodachi's words to know what the insidious-
looking device was.  "Get that thing away from me!" Ranma shouted.  Out 
of reflex, she tried to suck in her chest, a rather futile gesture that 
went nowhere fast.

Ranma's biceps and thighs flexed as she pulled against her bonds.  She 
felt a twinge of pain as her well-stretched cunt protested her 
straining.  "I ain't no cow!" Ranma protested as the girls moved in on 
her.


Re: Kodachi & Ranma...-chan?

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

Atsui was smothered by Kodachi pushing her face between her thighs, but 
she didn't relent on the cunnilingus even while risking suffocation.  
Her tongue twirled deeper and deeper in the soft tunnel of the Black 
Rose, licking every tiny fold that could be found here and sucking the 
sweet nectar.

The leather-clad pets paid no heed to Ranma's protests and promptly 
obeyed their Mistress.  With short, efficient moves that betrayed lots 
of familiarity with the thing, the slaves applied both plastic suckers 
where they were supposed to go.  With a sharp plucking noise from air 
depletion, they stuck to the red-tipped nipples of the pigtailed girl.

Then, the demure students from St. Hebereke catholic school for girls, 
turned submissive S.-M. adepts, dutifully started the breast pump....


Kodachi's Dungeon

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

The combination of Atsui's swirling tongue inside her box, and the 
spectacle of the redheaded trollop's humiliation brought Kodachi over 
the edge.  She let out a long, delighted cry as her loins gushed with 
pleasure juices, filling Atsui's mouth.

Kodachi's voice quickly switched from yelling to laughing her usual mad 
cackle.  The sight of Ranma-chan getting her breasts mercilessly sucked 
by the mechanical pump was the main cause of her mirth.


Re: Kodachi's Dungeon

T.H. Tiger

Ranma pulled against her bonds as she felt her breasts being drawn up 
into the suction cups that were attached to them.  She never had her 
nipples and breasts subjected to such extreme suction before.  It 
actually felt kind of good; not that she'd ever give that laughing hyena 
the pleasure of knowing that.  Once again, Ranma made a private vow to 
visit her various torments on Kodachi as soon as she got the chance.


Re: Kodachi's Dungeon

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

For Kodachi, managing to stay upright while having an orgasm was no big 
deal... she had enough aplomb and gymnastic training to make it child 
play.  Still, her legs were a bit shaky.  For the next bit of fun, she'd 
like more to be lying on some soft pillow.

Smirking, the Kunô dominatrix patted the top of Atsui's head, like one 
would do a dog.  Since the kneeling slave girl was currently only 
wearing a dog collar, the analogy was evident.  The puppy-eyed look she 
was giving her mistress, and her tongue dripping from Kodachi's juices 
were making it even more disturbing.  Ranma could easily imagine a tail 
wagging behind the sex pet's naked rump.

Kodachi walked close to Ranma-chan and watched appraisingly at her 
tortured breast.  "Mmmh... nice... but methinks you're enjoying that a 
bit too much.  Tell me, redheaded witch, could it be a habit of yours to 
have your bosom pumped regularly?  That would explain how you got such 
grotesque, distended udders... they sure couldn't be all that natural, 
hoooHOHOHOHOHO!!"


Re: Kodachi's Dungeon

T.H. Tiger

Ranma gritted her teeth and glared at Kodachi.  "What's the matter, tiny 
titties?  Jealous?"

She kept her focus on Kodachi, hoping the demented girl would not notice 
that Ranma's constant struggle with her bonds was starting to pay off.  
Her left arm had gained a bit of slack, and Ranma was sure that in just 
a little while more she'd be able to break free.  As long as the nut-job 
did not catch on.


Re: Kodachi's Dungeon

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

"HOHOHOHOHO!!  Me, jealous of those slacking, dangling things!  How 
preposterous!"  The nude Kodachi pulled up her own, very firm boobs to 
show them off.  "Know that my orbs are every bit the image of 
perfection, and totally in tune with my gorgeous gymnast body.  Actually 
they don't, and probably will never, need a brassiere!"

Kodachi keep flaunting her slick, athletic body.  Nothing Ranma hadn't 
seen already, but still, it was quite an enticing view as long as one 
isn't tied up on a rack.

"However, this doesn't dispense you..." trailed off Kodachi, picking 
back her riding crop, "... FROM SHOWING RESPECT TO YOUR BETTERS!"

And, with a sadistic gleam in her eyes, Kodachi began to rain swift 
blows from the small whip over Ranma's breasts, tummy, thighs and ass.  
Each strike was leaving a slight red mark, that the martial artist knew 
would disappear pretty quickly -- but still, that stung.

"That *slash* will *slash* teach *slash* you *slash* to dare *slash* 
talking back *slash* to your MISTRESS!!  OHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!"


Re: Kodachi's Dungeon

T.H. Tiger

"Ouch, ehch, ouch!" Ranma yelped, twisting and trying to avoid Kodachi's 
slashing strokes.  Her vacuum-pumped breasts were especially sensitive.

While Ranma was not a masochist, she was tough enough that treatment 
that would be torture to another was merely stimulating to her.  But 
Kodachi was pushing Ranma's boundary.  She had sweated up a storm when 
Sasuke was pumping her with his gigantic wang, and she started to 
glisten with a sweaty sheen again as Kodachi lashed her.  The salty 
fluid made her welts sting all the more.

"Just you wait!" Ranma swore through her yells.  "When I get out of this 
I'm going to make you pay double.  You won't be able to sit down for a 
week when I'm done with you."


Re: Kodachi's Dungeon

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

Kodachi didn't laugh again... she just smirked.  Somehow, that was 
worst.

"Oh, what presumptuous words.  Methinks it won't be my august derrière 
which will be in pain in a short while...."

Turning toward her slaves, Kodachi noticed that Sasuke must have crawled 
out.  She shrugged; she had no further use for the midget anyway.  
"Atsui-chan... I think I told you -- ages ago -- to put on that dildo!  
Would you disappoint me?"

"N-NO!  Of course not, mistress!" Atsui precipitately affirmed.  She 
picked up the strap-on sex-toy discarded on the floor and began to 
fasten it around her nude, sweaty hips.

Meanwhile, Kodachi's other sex-pets were switching on and off the breast 
pump... granting short relief to Ranma-chan, to only start it again, and 
then cut it off before she could get used to the feeling.  This was 
maddening.

"Ohoho!  Are my eyes betraying me, or is that slutty wench simply 
enjoying that?  Maybe we should switch the pump for cloth pins... or 
maybe the crocodile clips, linked to reliable batteries... OHOHOHO!"

Kodachi's slaves were about to make the switch, but the naked dominatrix 
stopped them with a wave of the hand.  "Not now.  In a short while, 
maybe... but I want first to assert that this disrespectful cow could be 
of some use..."

So, the Kunô girl simply climbed on top of Ranma-chan... and sat on her 
belly, her shapely rump pressing Ranma's stomach and forcing some of the 
jizm Sasuke pumped into her to squirt out of her pussy.

"... as a cushion!  AHAHAHAHA!!"


Re: Kodachi's Dungeon

T.H. Tiger

Ranma could not repress a groan as Kodachi sat down on her soft belly.  
It was not of pain, but to her embarrassment, arousal as she felt 
Sasuke's sperm squirting out of her abused pussy.  The feel of Kodachi's 
firm ass pressing into her belly only added to her arousal.  Sometimes 
she really hated being such a fuck-slut.  She wanted to remain cold and 
aloof, immune to Kodachi's charms and torture, and she just couldn't.

It was this stupid girl body.  It could just keep going and going, 
cumming and cumming without stop.  She'd never really found her limit, 
though Ryôga had come close a time or two.  After being skewered by 
Sasuke's massive member she should have been done for days, but a few 
minutes to let her cunt regain its usual tight appearance and it was 
longing for another session.

If she was a guy, she'd be falling into a coma by now.

Ranma gritted her teeth and arched her back, trying to buck Kodachi off 
of her.  She hadn't liked where her order to Atsui might be leading.  
The last thing she wanted was the girl sticking that thing in her.  Not 
because she feared it, but because she was afraid she might reveal what 
a cock-hungry slut she really was to the nutcase.


Re: Kodachi's Dungeon

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

True adepts of S.-M. would seriously frown upon Kodachi's take on their 
favorite fetish.  The Kunô girl never bothered about willing 
participants, restrain or other silly things like a "safe word", and was 
perfectly willing to hurt for good.  She was, however, pretty good at 
guessing what could be the worst thing to do to her victims.

In the case of the pigtailed harlot, she was perfectly aware that the 
girl wouldn't flinch much from physical pain.  Degradation and 
humiliation had much more of an impact.  But most of all, Kodachi was 
convinced the slut was struggling against her nympho urges.  As such, 
nothing would rile her up more than being denied... which was exactly 
what the dominatrix had in mind.

So, Ranma's actual feelings about the strap-on dildo Atsui was putting 
on didn't matter, since it wasn't for her.  Kodachi leaned back on the 
plush body of the redhead.  Spreading her legs, Kodachi opening her own 
pussy with two manicured fingers just above Ranma's, enticing her sex 
pet.

"Come closer, Atsui-chan... fill your mistress... give me the pleasure 
you promised... but don't you get in the wrong hole... that tramp's 
distended cunt wouldn't get anything out of it, anyway...."


Re: Kodachi's Dungeon

T.H. Tiger

"Hey!  I'm plenty tight." Ranma protested.  Her breasts, sensitive from 
the pumps, were further aggravated when Kodachi leaned back and used 
them for pillows.

Having Kodachi's sexy body sprawled on top of her did not do anything to 
ease Ranma's libido, and she again tried to buck the gymnast off her, 
but her efforts were not as vigorous as before.  Not because she was 
tired, but because she was just a bit reluctant to knock the girl off of 
her body.


Re: Kodachi's Dungeon

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

Kodachi's shoulders bumped against the breast pumps, and she frowned.  
This wasn't comfortable.  "Take these off," she ordered to her slave-
girls, "she's enjoying them too much anyway."

While the pets pulled the suckers free from Ranma-chan's boobs (with a 
pair of loud *POP*), Atsui approached.  Now tied around her hips was the 
strap-on sex-toy, its long, black fake-penis jutting forward menacingly.

"Get it on, Atsui-chan...." the dominatrix commanded, spreading her legs 
and offering her glistening twat right above Ranma-chan's.  "I know 
you're burning with the desire to play with your owner... give it to me, 
pet!"

The second-in-command shyly nodded, a hand on the plastic shaft.  
Another girl poured a small amount of lubricant oil over it from a 
bottle.  Then Atsui aimed between her beloved Mistress's thighs, and 
rubbed the anatomically correct tool over Kodachi's loins.  The bulbous 
head easily slid into the yearning vagina, and the raven-haired 
noblewoman sighed in bliss.  Ranma could feel Kodachi's body tense atop 
of her.


Re: Kodachi's Dungeon

T.H. Tiger

Ranma squirmed under Kodachi, aware of every inch of skin that was 
touching her body.  She was getting hot, way too hot.  She pulled hard 
against her bonds and noticed the same slight give in the one bondage 
point.  She focused her attention on increasing that give.  Her heavy 
breaths gusted up against Kodachi's neck, blowing her silky black hair 
aside so her warm breath washed up and around one of Kodachi's shell-
like ears, and carrying Ranma's muttering comments to the tune.

"What am I, a fucking mattress?"


Re: Kodachi's Dungeon

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

Kodachi's usually haughty voice was cooing and sighing in response to 
Atsui's thrusts.  The well-lubricated dildo was now slipping deep into 
the Kunô girl's vessel, spearing her lovingly in a mock-coitus.  The 
slave girl was very flushed, but nothing could make her happier than 
seeing her Mistress's blissful face.

Kodachi squirmed and trashed atop Ranma-chan, every inch of luscious 
body grinding into the redhead's front.  Ranma's breasts, still sore 
from the previous torture, were mashed by the gymnast's muscular back.  
A pair of firm buttocks was also shaking against the prisoner's lower 
belly and mons.  Their respective perspiration was making their skin 
slick and shiny.

Kodachi had heard her captive's mutterings, and managed to smirk between 
sighs of pleasure.  Reaching blindly with her right hand, she cupped the 
pigtailed girl's cheek.  Then, craning her neck, she turned head so that 
her face meet Ranma's, and she kissed the surprised aquatranssexual.  
The gymnast's tongue swirled out of her mouth to luridly lick the 
redhead's lips.

"What's the matter, Osagi-no-Onna...?  Mmmh....  Is there something 
you're missing...?  Ooooohhh....  Something you want...?  Aaaaaaahhh....  
Something you need...?  Oh, yes, Atsui-chan....  Something my pet could 
give you?" Kodachi huskily whispered.


Re: Kodachi's Dungeon

T.H. Tiger

Ranma's face heated as Kodachi kissed her.  Darn it, why was she always 
such a sucker for a hot girl, even when they were certifiable loons?  
She had already been getting overheated from the feel of Kodachi's 
muscular body writhing on top of her.  The kiss was just the topping on 
the cake.  Her eyes were a bit glazed and her head lifted slightly 
toward Kodachi as the gymnast drew back from her kiss.

"Ahhhh, uhhh, wha?" she stammered.  Then, her eyes cleared and lucidity 
returned to her gaze.  She looked at Kodachi with scorn.  "Maybe you get 
off on a chunk of plastic, but some people like the real thing,"


Re: Kodachi's Dungeon

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

Kodachi didn't respond immediately.  She was making cute moans and 
erotic coos, her face contorted in bliss just under Ranma's eyes.  The 
slave-girl was intensifying her pounding, and the dominatrix enjoyed it, 
shaking from head to toes.  The slick plastic shaft was sliding in and 
out of her love hole, splashing Ranma's crotch with her juices.  Kodachi 
was on the verge of climaxing, as Ranma could tell by her wanton 
convulsions.

Atsui, standing between the Mistress and the captive's legs, rocked her 
hips rhythmically to hump her beloved Kodachi.  The girl, nude save from 
the dog collar and strap-on, was encompassed in a full-body blush.  The 
sight of her mistress trashing from pleasure on top of the tamed redhead 
was inflaming her own arousal.  She was very close from coming herself 
with the stimulation of her end of the dildo and the joy of pleasing the 
Kunô girl.

Kodachi tensed one last time, letting out a throaty "AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" 
before she silenced herself by kissing Ranma again, hard.  Tongues 
swirled and saliva was exchanged, as the gymnast's body was transmitting 
her pre-orgasmic shivers to Ranma-chan.

When Kodachi finally ended the hungry kiss, her demented eyes pierced 
the breathless Ranma to the soul.  And then, she began to laugh.

"OHOHOHOHOHOHO... Atsui-chan, did you hear that?  Osagi-no-Onna is 
voicing some doubt about your ability to perform with that sex toy of 
yours.  She pretends you can't be as good as a mere male!  Should we 
dispel that misconception for her?"


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Ranma's body jarred in time with Kodachi's slave-girl's fucking of her 
Mistress.  The black-haired gymnast slid back and forth on top of Ranma, 
causing Ranma's breasts to be dragged, first one way then the other.  
Still sensitive from their forced milking, it created a sensation Ranma 
could not ignore.  Nor could she ignore the wet slick feeling created by 
the flow of juices running down the crack of Kodachi's ass to splash on 
her thighs and cunt.

Ranma's body ached with need that was not being given by the mere 
friction of Kodachi's body on top of her.  When Kodachi shuddered to a 
climax and raped her mouth once again, Ranma rocked her hips upward in a 
reflexive action to try and gain some sort of stimulation for her erect 
and hurting clit.

> "OHOHOHOHOHOHO... Atsui-chan, did you hear that?  Osagi-no-Onna is  
> voicing some doubt about your ability to perform with that sex toy of  
> yours.  She pretends you can't be as good as a mere male!  Should we  
> dispel that misconception for her?"

Ranma flushed at Kodachi's words.  "Go ahead, you won't convince me," 
Ranma declared, even while inside she was looking forward with all her 
heart to feeling that hard cylinder slid into her heated interior to 
scratch her needy itch.  But she was damned if she was going to let 
Kodachi have the satisfaction of knowing how much she needed it.


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"HOhoHOhoHO!  Did you hear that, Atsui-chan?  She made it sound like she 
had *anything* to say about that!  But we both know she doesn't, right?"

Atsui pulled out the long plastic dong from her Mistress's dripping 
twat.  "Indeed, Kodachi-sama!  We'll skewer that cow as we like, 
whatever she might say!"

"Well said, my pet.  But don't you aim for her sleazy cunt.  After all 
the hard workout Sasuke given her, she must be too distended to feel 
anything."

Kodachi shifted her body slightly, her long gymnast's legs sliding under 
Ranma-chan's, and forcing her to lift her thighs as far as the bonds 
allowed.

"Good thing she has another, much snugger hole, don't you think, 
Atsui-chan?"

The second-in-command's cruel smirk mirrored the one on the Kunô girl's 
feature.  "You are right as always, Kodachi-sama." the slave-girl 
answered.

A hand on the shaft of the sex-toy, she targeted lower than before... 
between Ranma-chan's butt-checks, just at the edge of the modular rack.  
The bulbous head of the hard dildo knocked at her backdoor.


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"Hey, stop!" Ranma protested.  But even as she said it, she knew it was 
a waste of words.  She bit her lip and tried to twist her hips out of 
line with the threatening object.  It wasn't that Ranma had anything 
against a good ass-pounding.  It could be pretty good, if you were 
nicely warmed up and ready for it.  But that was the thing.  She wasn't 
ready for something the size of that thing down there.  God, she hoped 
that Kodachi had slicked it up good with her juices, or else this was 
going to hurt like a bitch.

"When Ranma gets his hands on you, he'll fuck your asses till you can't 
sit down!" Ranma threatened, realizing it was not good to threaten the 
nut with personal vengeance on her part.


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"HOHOHOHOHO!!!  But of course!" Kodachi triumphantly gloated.  Turning 
around, she sat on Ranma's belly, just below her breasts, pinning the 
pigtailed girl on the rack and ruining her attempt the wiggle her 
bottom.  "My Ranma-sama can't keep his manly hands of my luscious body 
whenever he sees me!  All of my sweet entrances are his to take, anytime 
he wants... and none of the hussies like you can do or say anything 
about it!"

While her Mistress was humiliating the redheaded wench like she 
deserved, Atsui grinned.  With Ranma-chan squirming a lot less, it was 
easier for her to align the big sex-toy with her target.  The plastic 
shaft was glistening from Kodachi's fluids and the lubricant oil, but it 
was still not enough to insure a painless sodomy.  Especially since 
Ranma was anything but relaxed.  But for the sadistic pair, that was 
precisely the point.  It was not just about sex, it was about punishing 
the wicked.

Atsui forced the bulbous tip of the unyielding dildo between Ranma's 
buttocks.  It rubbed against the small crack, seeking access to her 
tiniest hole.  After some efforts, it finally found the path of less 
resistance -- although said path was still difficult.  The round head 
slowly but relentlessly invaded Ranma's puckered hole.  Atsui had 
clearly no intention to let her get used to the sensation.  She simply 
pushed harder, moving her hips forward to help the work of her hands.  
The tight coil of muscles that formed the anus ring was painfully 
stretched by hard plastic.


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"Yuck, don't make me gag!" Ranma-chan retorted.  "The last thing Ranma 
would want to do is stick his dick in one of your skanky holes!"  Of 
course, this flew in the face of her previous threat, but Ranma was 
never one to let consistency get in the way of a good taunt.

What more she might have had to say on the subject of Kodachi and her 
various holes will never be known; because at that moment she felt the 
tip of Atsui's artificial cock shoving between her now mostly-still ass-
cheeks.  She clenched her ass as hard as she could, but the stiff 
plastic member shoved in between them with no apparent effort.  Ranma's 
eyes widened, and her face started to take on a panicked look.  She 
tugged hard on her bonds, but the loose one she'd detected earlier was 
little closer to granting her freedom.  "Oh man, this is going to hurt." 
she said in a faint voice as she felt something shoving against her 
rosebud.

She was right.

"AAAhhhhhhhhhh!" Ranma groaned through gritted teeth as Atsui shoved her 
hips forward and drilled that thick hard dildo into Ranma's bottom.  
"Oh, oh, damn!" Ranma said between big puffs of breath.  She didn't beg 
or plead, and tried to keep her reaction down as much as she could.  But 
damn it, it was big, it was hard, and she wasn't ready.  God, she wished 
it was Ryôga.  He was bigger, but at least his dick had a bit of give to 
it, unlike this rigid intruder that was trying to straighten her guts 
out.


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"Ho my... does it hurt?" Kodachi asked, making the most fake concerned 
face Ranma had ever seen.  "I sure hope it does, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Atsui had trouble progressing further, since Ranma's rear hole was so 
tight.  But the apprentice dominatrix wasn't going to yield.  She had to 
make her Mistress proud!  Her sadistic streak was strong enough for not 
caring about drawing blood and damaging their victim's anal opening.  
Yet, it was harder than she thought... Ranma had very hardened muscles, 
even down there.

Pushing the dildo in with short thrust of her hips, Atsui shoved a bit 
more of the phallic toy in Ranma's innards.  The rounded head was mostly 
past the anus now, distending the soft tissues inside the pigtailed 
girl's ass.


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Ranma wasn't surrendering.  She had her ass clenched tight, and was 
fighting Atsui for every inch the girl needed to gain.  If only she 
could get free, then she'd show these two what a real ass-fucking was.

Pain lanced through Ranma's bottom, but also a strong streak of 
pleasure.  Her usual curse at work.  Not the one she'd gotten from 
Jusenkyô, but the one that she'd acquired from a lifetime of Genma's 
training.  Pain was good.  Pain meant you were pushing hard enough, or 
being pushed hard enough.  If you didn't feel some pain, you weren't 
trying.  Not really a good attitude, and it would have been potentially 
fatal to anyone not possessing Ranma's constitution and healing ability.  
But she had that, and so even as she fought Atsui with all her strength, 
a part of her enjoyed the struggle and reveled in the fight.  Her pussy 
began to lubricate again, and a tingling feeling grew in her lower 
regions.


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Kodachi watched with rapt interest the mix of emotions on Ranma-chan's 
face.  The redheaded strumpet might be stubborn and prideful, but she 
wasn't that good at hiding her real feelings.  Ranma's poker face once 
again betraying her; the dominatrix could guess there was pleasure mixed 
with the pain.

"My, my... would you believe that... could that slut be actually 
enjoying this?  Atsui-chan, are you ramming her arse or just fooling 
around?"

"I...I'm doing my best, Kodachi-sama!" the slave-girl exclaimed.

She had managed to plug Ranma's asshole with a good length of smooth 
plastic.  It was actually well-lubricated, so it was sliding with much 
less hassle than if dry.  Only Ranma's unwillingness and Atsui's 
forcefulness were making this difficult.  Ranma sure had a few run-in 
with dildos, whether Nabiki's private collection, Kasumi's favored 
vibrators, or Azusa's "cute" sex-toys.  But a sodomy was bound to hurt 
if some precautions weren't taken... and furthermore a non-consensual 
one.

There was a bit of blood on Atsui's strap-on, but now that it was 
plowing deeper into Ranma's bowels, the pigtailed girl was getting used 
to it.  Despite her efforts to the contrary, her narrow tunnel was 
starting to relax... the temptation to welcome the fake shaft getting 
greater.

Kodachi, still sitting on Ranma's chest, mused.  "Hmmm... maybe she 
hasn't enough of her holes filled.  But I can remedy to that.  Girls!  
Bring me the two-headed godemiché!"


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> "My, my... would you believe that... could that slut be actually  
> enjoying this?  Atsui-chan, are you ramming her arse or just fooling  
> around?"

"Dream on, slut!" Ranma growled.  But a blush spread down her neck as 
her mind realized Kodachi had found her out.

> "I...I'm doing my best, Kodachi-sama!" the slave-girl exclaimed.

Ranma could attest to that.  Atsui was deep in her bottom, and getting 
deeper with every twist and shove, despite all Ranma's efforts to keep 
her out.  Another girl might have given up.  It would certainly hurt 
less if she did.  She'd been fucked in the ass enough times that she 
knew how to relax her muscles and let the intruder in, but she was 
damned if she'd give Kodachi the satisfaction.  Ranma never stopped to 
consider that Kodachi was very satisfied with the fact that she was 
resisting, and as a result causing herself a lot of pain.

> Kodachi, still sitting on Ranma's chest, mused.  "Hmmm... maybe she  
> hasn't enough of her holes filled.  But I can remedy to that.   
> Girls!  Bring me the two-headed godemiché!"

Ranma winced both from a particularly hard thrust on Atsui's part, and 
from Kodachi's words.  Crap, she did not need another hole being filled 
right now.  Her poor ass was already stretched nearly to her present 
limit, and getting something shoved up her cunt, no matter how much 
Sasuke had stretched it, would only make it tighter.


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A slave-girl handled her mistress a long, black cylinder of plastic with 
a slight arc in the middle and two bulbous ends.  The thing wasn't 
ridiculously large, but still its girth was reminiscent of a good-sized 
male organ.  It also had the omnipresent Black Rose symbol carved on its 
side.

Smirking, Kodachi slipped one end of the sex toy into her well-
lubricated twat.  She sighed sexily, while still managing to look regal 
despite the utter obscenity of her acts.  Once the dildo jutted out of 
her crotch like a facsimile penis, she raised slowly from Ranma's belly.

Kodachi's weight leaving her body, unfortunately for Ranma, removed 
suddenly the pressure on her belly that, until now, had helped her 
keeping her anal tract tightly shut.  Atsui immediately took advantage 
of the switching before Ranma could adjust, and buried her strap-on 
dildo almost fully into the pigtailed girl's asshole.

Even with all her pride and stubbornness, Ranma couldn't help opening 
her mouth wide to let out a cry of pain... which was exactly what 
Kodachi waited for.

Kneeling on the rack on either side of Ranma-chan's head, the Kunô 
dominatrix forced the tip of her "godemiché" between the redhead's jaws.  
The Saotome girl found her mouth immediately filled with big, hard, 
latex-tasting, fake cock.

"No, Osagi-no-Onna... it is time for you to SUCK ON THE BLACK ROSE, 
OHOHOHOHHOHOHOHO!!!"

Stuffing the thing into Ranma's twat was the furthest away from 
Kodachi's mind... she wanted her victim to suffer, not enjoy herself!


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"Ahhhhhhhhh, glompf!"  Ranma's cry of pain was cut off as her mouth was 
stuffed with flexible black plastic.  She was fortunate that dildos 
designed to be used by two girls at the same time tended to be fairly 
soft and flexible compared to the stiff, hard one that Atsui had just 
rammed all the way up her ass.  Otherwise it would have bruised the back 
of her throat, instead of bending and sliding down into her neck.  The 
skin on the outside of Ranma's throat bulged as her insides were 
displaced by the large dildo, and the only noises she could make to 
protest the action were frantic puffs of air from her nose.  And even 
they were cut off once the black dildo dove deep enough.

Ranma would have had trouble just with having her wind cut off, but 
Atsui was taking advantage of her predicament to slam the strap-on in 
and out of her stretched ass.  Ranma's eyes bulged and spit bubbled out 
between her stretched lips and the black plastic.  Her hands curled up 
into fists and the muscles in her arms and legs bulged as she 
frantically pulled at her bonds.  Her only reward was a tiny fraction of 
a bit more looseness.


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Kodachi, her knees planted on either side of Ranma's head (and facing 
toward Atsui) moved her hips back and forth, fucking herself on the sex 
toy, and forcing it to wiggle in Ranma's throat.  Her pussy juices were 
dripping over the dildo, some drops splating on Ranma's face.

The position was a little uncomfortable, though, but the Kunô girl soon 
found some handle to steady herself... grabbing both Ranma's full and 
sore breasts in her hands, and crushing them harshly under her weight, 
while twisting them between her fingers.

"Come on, Osagi-no-Onna... I know that you like to suck cock... show a 
little more *enthusiasm*, wench!  My girls would *kill* for the 
privilege of pleasuring the Black Rose!"

Atsui wasn't about to contest, but she was busy and preferred to save 
her breath.  Pounding Ranma's butt with the strap-on was harder than any 
ass-fucking she'd ever done.  What were that girl's muscles made of?  
Instead of thrusting into soft dough, this clenched bottom was like 
packed earth!

Still, the slave-girl was giving her best, in fear of disappointing her 
Mistress.  If that slut wanted so much to resist, instead of relaxing, 
so be it!  It would only make it harder for her derrière.


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As the big black dildo moved in and out of her mouth, it carried the 
taste of Kodachi's juices with it.  And as the gymnast grew more 
excited, the amount of juice being carried to Ranma's mouth increased.  
Against her will, Ranma began to savor the flavor.  Despite her 
personality, Kodachi was fine-tasting girl.  Clean and fresh, and very 
healthy.  Ranma was somewhat of a connoisseur of female twats and their 
flavors, and he had to admit that Kodachi took second place to no one.

Ranma's face twisted up, as best it could, when Kodachi grabbed hold of 
her breasts.  The intense pain and stimulation got her own juices 
flowing.  As always, she reacted strongly to rough sexual play.  Soft 
and gentle were alright, but for her to really get hot, she had to push 
the limits.  Right now, with a double dildo down her throat, and a 
strap-on pounding her ass, she was pushing the edge, even for her.

> "Come on, Osagi-no-Onna... I know that you like to suck cock... show  
> a little more *enthusiasm*, wench!  My girls would *kill* for the  
> privilege of pleasuring the Black Rose!"

Ranma would have liked to deny Kodachi's request, but she couldn't.  Not 
because she wanted to suck on the plastic dick, but because if she 
didn't suck and swallow, she'd drown in her own spit.  If she had to 
suck on Kodachi, she could at least still resist the cock in her ass as 
best she could, making the girl work for her rape.  Her small body was 
being jarred back and forth between the two girls.  Normally her breasts 
would have been bouncing all over the place, but Kodachi's grip on them 
kept them in place.

Then, the worst happened.  A small orgasm fluttered in Ranma's cunt.  
Her flushed face became an even deeper red.  She hated it when a rapist 
made her come.  It was as if they'd won.  Well, this was not over yet.  
Sooner or later she'd have her turn, and she'd make Kodachi cum her 
brains out in retaliation.


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Atsui, still moving her hips but tiring very fast, didn't miss the small 
orgasm she induced in her victim.  The female ejaculation, mixed with a 
bit of Sasuke's sperm, was dripping from the redhead's upturned twat 
onto the dildo.

"She cummed, Kodachi-sama!  That cow is enjoying herself!  What a 
disgusting slut!"

"Really?" Kodachi smirked.  She had pushed her own sex-toy deep in 
Ranma's throat, but now wasn't thrusting any more.  The supple gymnast 
bent forward at the waist -- still using the bound girl's breasts as 
handle -- until her head was upside-down, her off-side ponytail brushing 
the pigtailed girl's chest.  Now that she was "facing" her victim 
(although with the big plastic shaft in the way) she could observe the 
Ranma's furiously defiant eyes.

"Is that true, Osagi-no-Onna?  Do you like it?  Or do you want us to 
stop?  I'll abide by your choice, I swear on my family's honor!"

It should be noted that whether Ranma choose to nod or shake her head 
(the only kind of answer she could vive for now), it would obligatorily 
move the double-headed shaft around, hence pleasuring Kodachi.


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Ranma closed her eyes, refusing to look at Kodachi.  The only act of 
defiance currently open to her.  With her eyes closed, the rest of her 
senses kicked into high gear.  She could feel every ridge and bump on 
the plastic cock shoved up her ass.  She could feel her flesh drawing 
out with each pull by Atsui, and the feeling of her ass trying to turn 
inside out when the slave-girl shoved the big plastic stick back into 
her.

The same went for Kodachi's dildo.  She could taste the faint hint of 
rubber, feel the smooth, slightly soft material against her lips and 
tongue, could dimple it with her teeth.  For a moment she wished it were 
real.  She'd give Kodachi such a bite.

Her breasts ached from Kodachi's grip, but they also sent pleasure 
signals straight to her cunt as Kodachi's strong fingers kneaded the 
giving flesh.  Her nipples were hard little nubs that sent strong 
intense sensations all through her body.  She could feel her sweat 
drying on her skin, feel her body jar as Atsui shoved into her.  Could 
smell Kodachi's perfume and musk.  Could hear Atsui's hoarse breathing, 
and Kodachi's heart beating through the connection between her body and 
Ranma's mouth.

The large double-dildo pulsed, very faintly, in time with Kodachi's 
pulse as her cunt squeezed tightly around it.  Ranma could feel her own 
heartbeat beginning to synchronize with that of Kodachi as she began to 
become as one with her tormentor.


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Kodachi's demented smile wavered a little as she saw the defiance in 
Ranma's eyes.  That stubborn whore of her brother still refused to yield 
to the inevitable.

"Mmmmmhh... I see you still have some fighting spirit left in you.  
You're still nursing the delusion that you can resist the gorgeous Black 
Rose.  But that's pointless!" Kodachi harped, just before cruelly 
twisting Ranma's breasts.

"I know you like pain.  I know you enjoy a rough treatment.  I know you 
wallow in degradation.  It's just a matter of time, but you will soon 
bow to me... accepting your lot as my docile, obedient, loving sex-pet!  
OHOHOHOHOHO!!!"

Atsui, who had been tiring and less frantic in sodomizing Ranma, 
frowned.  That bitch would think of stealing her place as favored slave 
of her Kodachi-sama?  Never!  She wouldn't allow it.

Spurred on by intense jealousy, Atsui's rage flared and she began to 
pound Ranma's butt with renewed energy.


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Ranma's body bucked as Kodachi titty-twisted her, and then Atsui started 
banging her butt with renewed force.  Kodachi was wrong; she didn't like 
degradation, but the bitch was right about the rough stuff.  There was 
nothing like a no-holes-barred fucking session to get her juices going.  
A nice romantic session in a comfy bed was cozy, but for mind-blowing 
orgasms there was nothing that could beat a good, hard, rape session.  
It was all Akane's fault; she'd gotten Ranma to try role-playing, and 
got her hooked on the adrenaline rush.

Kodachi was like that, squared.  The nut bar might do anything!  And 
there was not a damn thing Ranma could do to stop her, yet.


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The dominatrix gasped in pleasure.  Ranma's involuntary shaking under 
the combined assault of the two sadists was finally giving result.  The 
sharp move of her head had twisted somehow the double-headed dildo in 
her twat.  Just above her face, Ranma-chan could see the swollen, pink 
lips of Kodachi's stuffed twat as it dripped some lubricant nose.  That 
was quite an obscene sight, with the large black shaft linking it to her 
mouth, but the male part of Ranma couldn't help being fascinated by it.

But the Black Rose frowned.  That wasn't as enjoyable as she would have 
thought... the redhead bitch refused to give more erotic feelings than 
those occasional twitches.  She still refused to yield to her mistress.  
Kodachi's cold and dark gaze came back in force.

"That's enough!" she ordered Atsui.

"But, Kodachi-sama...." the slave-girl unwisely protested.  She was sure 
that she could make the pigtailed girl beg, just a little more.

"You're not here to give her pleasure!  Have your forgot my teaching?  
She's getting used to it, any more and she'll have an orgasm... and we 
wouldn't allow that until she beg us!"

"Ai, Kodachi-sama." Atsui reluctantly acknowledged.  She extirpated the 
bloody strap-on from Ranma's violated anus with a squishing sound.

Likewise, Kodachi lifted her hips and plucked the two-headed dong off of 
her drenched love hole, as well as from Ranma's mouth.  Licking her own 
juices on the sex toy, she smiled cruelly.

"We'll have to step up the 'punishment' a little, I guess."


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Ranma panted, her mind a bit scattered.  Part of it regretted that 
Kodachi had stopped her "torment" -- it had just started to get good --, 
and part of her was glad the gymnast had stopped, for the same reason.  
She didn't want it to be good with Kodachi.

Yet another part of her mind was cringing at the thought of what Kodachi 
might have planned next, and yet another part, the nympo kinky slut 
part, was looking forward to finding out with some anticipation.

Yet another part, the male part that never quite went away, could not 
get the image of that big black dildo stretching Kodachi's cunt.  She 
couldn't help but think of how nice it would feel if it had been her 
cock in there, or better still, in the loony's ass.  Show her what it 
felt like.

All this came together into Ranma saying in a ragged voice, her throat 
suffering a bit from Kodachi's face-fucking: "Bring it on, bitch."


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"Oh, my, eager are you?" Kodachi mocked, standing regally while her 
slave-girls were licking the sweet and cum from her naked body.

"You'll be a lot less confrontational when I'll have finished with you, 
'Osagi-no-Onna'.  I'll make you my pet... my thing!  And I'll make it 
clear for the whole world to see!  I'll think I'll brand you... yes, a 
nice Black Rose on your buttock to show ownership... and maybe a tattoo 
saying 'property of Kunô Kodachi' around your sex... that way, no lovers 
of your could ever ignore WHO you belong to, OHOHOHOHOHOHO!!

"And let's not forget the nipple rings... as well as another one through 
your clit, I think.  That will be an excellent addition to your slut 
image... make it clear that you're made for fucking, and nothing else!

"But that's for later... once I've broken you for good... first....  
Girls!  Bring the crocodile clips and the battery.  And my whip, too.  
The number six!"


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T.H. Tiger

Ranma had paled slightly at the mention of the brand and tattoo.  Not 
that she feared the pain, but the consequences to her guy side.  Who 
knew what effect they would have on her larger male body.  Those worries 
were put to shame by Kodachi's further comment.  The nipple rings were 
no big deal.  She was sure she'd heal up quickly, but the clit ring... 
she shuddered.  If she should get changed before she could get that out, 
a very good possibility given how her curse worked, she'd be in for a 
world of serious pain, and maybe even permanent damage.  As much as 
Ranma enjoyed the fringe benefits of her girl side, she was not ready to 
write off "little Ranma".

As a result, it was with almost relief that she heard Kodachi call for 
the clips and battery.  Those she could stand, and heal from.


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Kodachi hadn't missed the pallor that had struck Ranma's face, although 
the redhead was doing her best to hide it.  She chuckled softly, quite 
unlike her usual insane laugh.  The crazy noblewoman greatly enjoyed 
inflicting pain, but inspiring fear was an even greater threat for her.  
Maybe that's why she so much hated the "Osagi-no-Onna"... that girl had 
always defied her, and very rarely showed off the healthy fear that any 
intelligent being should experience around the Black Rose.  That feeling 
of power and control what was Kodachi strived for.

Her slave girls were bringing the next torture apparatus, but the 
dominatrix girl didn't let them put the crocodile clips immediately.  
No, Kodachi wanted to do this herself.

First, she flexed her favorite bullwhip between her hands, making the 
leather crack ominously.  The regal, naked girl strutted closer to 
Ranma-chan and said: "Now, Osagi-no-Onna... I implore you... don't 
hesitate to tell me..."

*Wiiip-SLASH!!*

The whip lashed over Ranma's thighs... and if the ridding crop had 
stung, this was a lot worse.

"... IF THAT HURT!  OHOHOHOHOHO!!"


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Ranma tried to curl her body around her injured thighs, but of course 
could not.  Sweat popped out all over her body as she fought down her 
urge to cry out at the brutal slash.  'You've felt worse.' she told 
herself as she gritted her teeth.

Slowly, she brought her head to look up at Kodachi, and twisted her face 
into a rictus of a smile.  "Sorry, you say something?" she said in a 
strained voice.  "I sort of started to fall asleep there, and missed 
it."

No one had ever accused Ranma of being a brain-surgeon, but this was a 
new low in dumb for her; it was almost Genma-level stupid.  But she 
didn't care; she just continued to grin, sort of, at Kodachi.


Re: Kodachi's Dungeon

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Kodachi was known for many things, but not for her sense of humor.  
Especially when someone was mocking her.  She scowled ferociously.

"Oh, I'm going to wake you up all right...." she threatened between 
clenched teeth.

"GIRLS!  Untie her from the rack and hang her on the ceiling ropes!  Her 
back side has been way too neglected until now!"

Obediently, Kodachi's pets maneuvered around Ranma to change the 
manacles that held her on her back on the torture rack with some other 
that hung from the ceiling.


Re: Kodachi's Dungeon

T.H. Tiger

Kodachi had finally made a mistake.  There would be a short duration 
during which at least one of Ranma's hands would be free.  That was all 
she would need.  She could grab the key from on of the girls, and by the 
time any of them got there wits back, she'd be in control of this party.


Re: Kodachi's Dungeon

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

Kodachi, indeed, might have gotten overconfident.  Her slave-girls may 
be good gymnasts and trained in Kakutô Shintaisô, but they weren't even 
close to Akane's martial art level.  And they were more used to these 
S.-M. games with willing or broken playthings.

Although they stayed cautious -- replacing immediately the iron manacles 
that tied Ranma to the rack by the leather straps at the end of ropes 
connected to the ceiling -- they made the mistake of doing so at the 
same time on both sides of Ranma, instead of one arm at a time.


Re: Kodachi's Dungeon

T.H. Tiger

Timing was everything.  How often had Genma kicked that into Ranma.  
Literally.  One of Kodachi's slaves was just a second behind her friend, 
and for just a second Ranma had a hand that was held only by frail human 
flesh.

"Hiyaa!" Ranma yelled to paralyze their reaction time, and delivered a 
one-inch palm thrust to the diaphragm of the girl on her left.  She 
pulled her punch; she didn't want to kill the girl, or cripple her; she 
had plans.  But the blow picked the slave up and flung her across the 
room, straight at Kodachi.

Before the girl on her right could get over her shock, Ranma twisted and 
delivered a hard nerve pinch to the hand that was fastening her leather 
cuff.  The girl jumped back, cradling her hand, and Ranma twisted her 
hand free.  Now all she had to do was free her ankles and it was ass-
kicking time.


Re: Kodachi's Dungeon

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

Kodachi nimbly avoided the girl that Ranma-chan had sent tumbling toward 
her.  She hissed furiously as the redhead dispatched her slave-girls.  
The lesser gymnasts just squealed in fright and backed away 
precipitately from the pigtailed girl, clearly conscious that they were 
no match.

Atsui, however, reacted more courageously (or maybe foolishly) and 
jumped forward to catch Ranma's wrists and prevent her from untying the 
bound ankles.

"You're not broken enough, as I see...." Kodachi snapped, a cruel frown 
on her face.  Instead of joining her second-in-command in restraining 
Ranma, though, she clacked her whip to wickedly slash Osagi-no-Onna's 
back.  "I will TAME you!!" she boasted.


Re: Kodachi's Dungeon

T.H. Tiger

Ranma grabbed Atsui's wrists, and wrenched her up over her body, giving 
a slight twist as she did.  Atsui flew over Ranma's shoulders, her body 
turning so it was her plush butt that took the blow Kodachi had aimed at 
Ranma.  Letting go of Atsui, Ranma bent forward, the key she'd palmed 
using Amaguriken speed appearing in her hand.  She slipped it into the 
manacle on her right leg.  Soon she'd be free, and then it was payback 
time.  She was really, really, looking forward to that.

Ranma finished unlocking the manacles around her ankles just as 
Kodachi's slaves darted from the room on an errand to get Kodachi's 
weapons.  Ranma had no fear of those objects.  In the mood she was in, 
they'd do Kodachi no harm.  But she didn't want needless distractions, 
and her ire was not really with those girls, but with Kodachi, and to a 
lesser extent, with her lapdog, Atsui, who was getting to her feet 
painfully in preparation of following her Mistress's orders.

Ranma dove off of the bench that had been her prison.  Despite the 
twinges from her body -- and especially between her legs --, she landed 
on her hands and did a handspring somersault overtop of Atsui, to land 
beside the heavy reinforced door that guarded the entrance to Kodachi's 
sanctum.  As far as Ranma could tell, it was the only exit, or entrance.  
She slammed it shut with a loud boom, and for good measure gave the 
latch a massive kick with the side of her foot, jamming the lock and 
twisting the heavy door in its frame.  No one this side of Ryôga would 
be able to force it open now....  "Doh!" Ranma exclaimed.  "Dumb, dumb, 
dumb."  She gathered herself, and turned to face Kodachi and Atsui.  
Well, if she was sealed in till rescue....  "Hi girls, want to play?" 
she said in a saccharine sweet voice.  She squeezed her hands into fist 
and caused her knuckles to crack loudly.

Kodachi had wanted to break Ranma's spirit.  Ranma had a simpler goal.  
She was curious if the loon could get it together enough to be afraid.


Re: Kodachi's Dungeon

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

"HOHOHOHOHOHO!!  What were you thinking, you stupid trollop?  As if 
locking yourself from reinforcement could save you."

Atsui didn't say anything, because she was still busy peeling her face 
from the floor after Ranma used her as a springboard.

Kodachi made her whip crack threateningly.  Her mastery with the ribbon 
made her quite proficient with this weapon too.  She slashed toward 
Ranma's feet, forcing the redhead to dance around to avoid getting her 
ankles entangled by the Kunô Mistress.

"Of course I still want to play... and you're going to be the toy!"


Re: Kodachi's Dungeon

T.H. Tiger

Ranma took note that Kodachi could learn.  She was keeping her whip low, 
so she could not grab it like she once did with Kodachi's ribbon.  She 
could have easily stomped on the darting whip, but to do that would be 
foolish.  At ninety pounds she was a good fifteen pounds lighter than 
Kodachi.  If she simply stepped on the whip tip, Kodachi could dump her 
on her ass with a simple pull.  Ranma had to bide her time, get ready, 
and act... now!

Ranma stamped down on Kodachi's whip at its farthest extension, leaving 
it tight between her foot and Kodachi's hand.  Before Kodachi could 
react, she stamped down with her other foot on the tight strung whip, 
generating a very powerful pull between her and Kodachi.  The girl was 
either going to have to let go, or get dragged stumbling and off balance 
toward Ranma.


Re: Kodachi's Dungeon

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

The result of the pinning on Kodachi's weapon was in-between those two 
extremes.  The Kunô girl started, indeed, losing her balance, but she 
had the presence of mind to let got of the whip before falling forward.  
The very nimble gymnast almost immediately regained her footing, though.

As her Mistress glared balefully at the redhead, Atsui reacted in the 
way ingrained to her by many Martial Art Rhythmic Gymnastics matches: by 
providing weapons to her team captain.

"Kodachi-sama!  Catch!"

Although missing Kodachi's usual arsenal, the room was full of many 
torture instruments that could easily be wielded offensively in a fight.  
Atsui tossed a pair of metallic sticks to Kodachi, who grabbed them 
easily and started to make them swirl like her standard clubs.

"You foolish girl!" the dominatrix taunted.  "Have you forgot that the 
basis of Kakutô Shintaisô is an endless supply of weapon?  Let me give 
you a refreshing course in that noble discipline!"

A pair of electrical spark at the end of both Kodachi's weapons informed 
Ranma that they weren't simple bludgeon, but in fact some sort of cattle 
prods.

On the corner of the eye, Ranma could also see that Atsui had armed 
herself with another whip, ready to blind-side her.


Re: Kodachi's Dungeon

T.H. Tiger

"You're forgetting something." Ranma said as she tucked into a backward 
somersault, followed by a foot sweep that took Atsui's feet out from 
underneath her.  "We're not playing by your rules now.  We're playing by 
mine.  And mine says you can use your body."

While talking, Ranma had swung her leg over Atsui's stomach, and was now 
sitting on top of the girl's belly, facing Kodachi.  She now used 
Amaguriken speed to lightly but firmly slap Atsui's breasts back and 
forth, fifty or sixty times, leaving them glowing red.  She then back 
flipped off of the girl.

It would have been easy to knock out Atsui, but that would have been no 
fun.  Away from her rigged game and crooked referee, Kodachi was no 
threat to her.

She thought.


Re: Kodachi's Dungeon

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

"Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow!" Atsui cried as Ranma molested her.  
Sure, she liked pain, but only when it was her beloved Mistress 
dispensing it.  To suffer like that in the hands of a stranger, it 
was... degrading.  She felt like she was cheating on Kodachi-sama.

While her second-in-command pathetically wailed on the floor, Kodachi 
snarled and was about to launch an attack on the redhead...

... when a red light on a wall behind her began to blink, and a low 
beeping noise made itself heard.

"Ho ho?  Methinks we have some other visitors... I'd call for a 
temporary truce, Osagi-no-Onna... just to check out who that could be."

Before Ranma could answer, Kodachi slammed a large button next to the 
signal.  The pigtailed girl was instantly on her guard, but Kodachi 
wasn't triggering a trap.  Instead, an entire wall of the torture room 
began to move, sliding noisily to the side.  This revealed a very large 
glass panel, like the ones you could find at public aquariums.  Behind 
it was a dimly lit expanse of water...

... in which Ranma spotted almost immediately the sinking, waving, 
bubbling, drowning form of Tendô Akane wearing a Kyûdô armor.  Before 
Ranma's lower jaw could hit the floor, the half-naked form of another 
girl came to the rescue of her fiancée.  With some surprise, Ranma 
recognized on the spot Herb's female form, though Kodachi had no idea 
who was this pink-haired girl.

Still, that didn't prevent her from gloating.  "OHOHOHOHOH!!  It seems 
some of your little friends came in to play with us.  How nice of them.  
Oh but..."

The Kunô suddenly took an -- obviously fake -- worried look.  "Oh my!  I 
just remembered!  I forgot to feed Otô-sama's favorite pet!  Atsui-chan, 
why didn't you remind me?  Now Daddy-dearest will surely be mad at me.  
Maybe he'll even give me a spanking...."

With dread, Ranma watched as Herb kicked on the floor of the pool to 
pull Akane back to the surface... while a large, hydrodynamic black-and-
white shape swam in view and began to circle around them.  No doubt 
about it, Ranma recognized the blue shark that the wacko Principal used 
once to "teach" Akane how to swim.

"It's so nice of your friends to be volunteering to feed 'Sushi-chan'... 
OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!"


[TO BE CONTINUED IN THREAD 3]

(Oh my!  A cliffhanger....)