RANMA HENTAI RPG, THE HENTAI REALITY – 15: thread 2 > http://groups.yahoo.com/group/RanmaHentaiRPG1/ Compilation by St Fan [CONTINUED FROM MAIN THREAD'S START] Re: Place your Bets - in the Hallway T.H. Tiger Guilt had kept Ranma submissive under Akane's barrage of insults. But his temper was starting to fray. He'd told her the truth, and she'd flat out called him a liar. That made him angry. And that caused his feelings of guilt to fade. And with the fading of guilt, he was remembering certain things about Akane. Mostly he was remembering that when she started screaming pervert, it was because she was horny. Akane wasn't the sort to admit to being the slut she was, at least not to him. She simply pushed him until he pushed back, and in and out, and in and out, and so on. Ranma reached out and took hold of Akane's wrists, and flexed his forearms. This torqued Akane's arms and forced her to her knees in order to keep the strain from becoming too painful. "I think you've talked enough!" Ranma said firmly. "And seeing as how you can't let a guy get a word in edgewise, I think you need to do something else with your mouth while I explain." He was of course completely unaware that he was mimicking the Gambling King. Ranma pressed Akane's arms together so he could hold both slender wrists in one hand, and used the other to fumble at the tie to his pants. Normally, having a girl's father present would have been a severe impediment in regards to force-feeding his daughter your cock. Only in this case, Ranma knew full well that Akane knew what her father tasted like, so he was not one to throw stones. Not to mention the number of times Sôun had stuffed himself down Ranma-chan's throat Ranma took hold of his firm erection, and directed the head toward Akane's mouth, which hadn't stopped yelling all through his actions. Re: Place your Bets - in the Hallway St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "WHY YOU PERV', HOW DARE Y-- Grrrllluuuumpfffhhh...." The bulbous head of Ranma's manhood did its job in shutting Akane up, filling her unwisely wide-open mouth on the first try. Ranma was probably right in thinking that a meaty pacifier was the only thing that could allow him to place a word edgewise. Akane struggled against his grip, but not as strongly as you would expect from the Tendô martial artist. Her submissive reflexes and little fetish for forceful sex was probably kicking, even if she didn't want to. "Mmmmmmmmmfffffffff..." she unintelligibly protested, incidentally wiggling her mouth and locking her lips against the tasty, warm, male sausage. Sôun was at first a bit shaken by Ranma's action, but he quickly regained his bearings. He could admit it was something he often thought of doing when Akane was getting potty-mouthed. Though his first choice would rather be a bare-assed spanking.... But never mind that, this wasn't the point right now. Usually, Sôun wouldn't object whenever Ranma "forced" Akane in doing her "fiancée's duty", but here the Saotome boy had some things to explain. Switching from crying to fuming in a heartbeat, Sôun stepped closer to the pigtailed boy, arms crossed, a cigarette in his mouth. The smoke billowing around his head and flaring through his nostril was giving him a menacing air. "Ranma-kun... I wouldn't mind you taking some liberties with your fiancée, if it wasn't for the circumstances...." Akane's eyes rolled, and she protested this with a loud growl from the back of her throat. "... but I should remind you that your welcome under my house may be in jeopardy right now. I'm very impatient to hear your explanations, indeed." Re: Place your Bets - in the Hallway T.H. Tiger > "WHY YOU PERV', HOW DARE Y-- Grrrllluuuumpfffhhh...." Ranma gave a small shudder of pleasure as Akane's warm mouth engulfed his cock. And he wouldn't have been his father's son if some of the pleasure hadn't come from the blessed silence that resulted from Akane's meat gag. Having firmly seated himself, he took his free hand and worked his fingers into Akane's hair. Tightening his grip, enough to add a touch of pain to what Akane was feeling, he forced her to move her head back and forth, his cock slipping in and out of her strained lips. Ranma wasn't naturally cruel. Oh sure, he loved strong violent sex, but he got no extra pleasure from hurting his partner. But Akane had trained him well; ironic given her accusations. He knew the sort of sex she liked, and gentle and slow wasn't it. > "Mmmmmmmmmfffffffff..." she unintelligibly protested, incidentally > wiggling her mouth and locking her lips against the tasty, warm, male > sausage. "Oh yea, suck it, bitch." he said in a soft voice, pitched to only reach Akane's ears. There was a limit to how much he was likely to get away with in front of Sôun. > Switching from crying to fuming in a heartbeat, Sôun stepped closer to > the pigtailed boy, arms crossed, a cigarette in his mouth. The smoke > billowing around his head and flaring through his nostril was giving > him a menacing air. > > "Ranma-kun... I wouldn't mind you taking some liberties with your > fiancée, if it wasn't for the circumstances...." > > Akane's eyes rolled, and she protested this with a loud growl from the > back of her throat. Ranma curled his fist, pulling hard on Akane's hair as he pulled her head forward and drove his cock into her throat. > "... but I should remind you that your welcome under my house may be > in jeopardy right now. I'm very impatient to hear your explanations, > indeed." "Sure, no problem," Ranma said, "now that we can hear ourselves think. I'm real sorry about that guy saying I gambled away the dojo. I was just a kid. I didn't know better." Ranma's forehead furrowed as he cast his mind back over the years. While he tried to remember just what had happened he idly pulled back and forth on Akane's head, face fucking her firmly. Chibi-Ranma shivered in the cold, his ragged clothing doing little to keep him warm. "I'm cold, Pop. I want to go home." Younger Genma snorted and declaimed. "Suck it up boy. Are you a man or a girl? This hardship will make you a stronger, better fighter in the end." Chibi-Ranma sneezed. "So what, if I'm still standing out in the cold when I'm a master martial artist? I want to sleep under a roof." Genma gave a hearty laugh. "Don't worry about that boy. I already have a nice home all set up for you." "Really?" Chibi-Ranma looked up at Genma with eyes that alternated between worship and distrust. "Really?" he repeated, with a bit of skepticism in his tone this time. "Really, really, boy." Genma announced. "All you have to do is master our style and you'll become heir to the Tendô Dôjô." "Tendô Dôjô? What's that? I don't remember training at no Tendô Dôjô." "We haven't. It belongs to an old friend of mine. Poor bastard. All he has are girls. So he doesn't have a proper heir. So all you have to do is get good, and we'll combine our schools." "OK Pop, I'll get good. Let's go train." Chibi-Ranma cried out, new life in his poor cold body. Ranma gave his head a shake, and pulled hard on Akane's, as he came out of his reverie. "And that's how I learned about the dojo. But that was a long time before I met the Gambling King..." (shot of a calendar showing two weeks have gone by) "... and I'd decided Pop had lied to me again. So I didn't see any problem in putting it up for a wager, seeing as how it was just one of Pop's lies. I didn't figure there was anything to lose. "Guess I was wrong..." he said with a shrug, which caused his cock to slip even deeper into Akane's throat. Re: Place your Bets - in the Hallway St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block 'Baka, Baka, Baka, Baka, Baka, Baka, Baka, Baka, Baka...' That was what Akane was thinking right now. She couldn't voice it, though, because of course her mouth was pretty full. Still, she was "broadcasting" it very hard with both her eyes and body language, and Ranma could pretty much understand it. Akane's thoughts, in fact, had fallen in rhythm with the to-and-fro movements of her face. One "baka" by inward stroke, stuffing her mouth to the back of her throat, her warm and wet oral cavity surrounding the throbbing prick (attached to another, bigger prick) in its snug embrace. One "baka" by outward stroke, her lips and tongue sliding against the slick shaft, glistening from saliva as it was exposed anew to light and air. "I... see..." Sôun mumbled, while distractedly watching his younger daughter doing her sword-swallowing exercise. He pried his eyes from the hypnotic scene, wondering for a short moment if he should doubt Ranma's version. But it was unlikely the Saotome boy was lying... how could one accuse a six-years-old of duplicity? Turning around, Sôun took a deep breath, and bellowed: "SAOTOME-KUN!!" There was a splash, the sound of an empty bucket hitting the floor, and then... a panda toying with a large ball could be seen at the corner of the hallway. He was now brandishing a "I'm just an innocent Panda" sign, though it was obvious someone had been eavesdropping while in human form. Re: Place your Bets - in the Hallway T.H. Tiger Ranma breathed a sigh of relief as Sôun turned his attention toward Genma. Unfortunately, Sôun was the reasonable one. He was under no illusions about Akane being willing to concede she had been mistaken. The way her upturned eyes were glaring at him was proof of that. On the other hand, he was the one with his cock buried in her face. Most definitely a plus. Unfortunately, there was a time limit on how long he could keep Akane gagged this way. Sooner or later, he would paint her tonsils, and then it would be back to listening to her pervert rant. Ranma considered. There was no way to avoid it; he might as well let her get it out of her system. After all, she had other holes he could use while she was venting. With that in mind he pulled back on Akane's hair, pulling her off his cock. It sprang free of her mouth, springing up to bounce off her nose before she was far enough back to avoid it. Ranma took a step back and waited for Akane to make the next move, his spit-slicked cock bobbing in the air. Re: Place your Bets - in the Hallway St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane's drooling mouth opened with Ranma's pull on her hair, her lips letting go of his shaft somewhat reluctantly, if the sucker-like shape they took for a short while was any indication. Strand of saliva linked them to the bobbing cock for a short while, until Akane mechanically licked her lips. Then, she opened her eyes and directed a baleful glare at her fiancée. Still kneeling on the floor, she defiantly looked up at him. Unlike what Ranma expected, she didn't resumed yelling at him. Instead... she just talked in a cold voice. "I hate you, you know." she flatly said. "Ever since you've come here, you've been forcing yourself on me... on my sisters... on my friends at school.... Since the very first day, when you tricked me into thinking you were a girl, only to better jump me in the bathroom.... I've had to satisfy your base lusts because of the silly engagement our parents made.... "And now, I learn you've always known... you were already treating the dojo as your property when six... just like you're treating me and my sisters and your other fiancées as your property... as objects to be sold or 'borrowed' by your perverted friends... so that you can watch while they are shamefully gangbanged and humiliated...." Angry tears welled up in Akane's eyes, as she still glared daggers at Ranma. "What will you do next? Giving me up to that old pervert of a Gambling King, to be turned into an obedient sex slave, just like you did with Ukyô?" Re: Place your Bets - in the Hallway T.H. Tiger Ranma had been ready for verbal, and/or, physical fireworks from Akane. He knew how to handle that. It was all part and parcel of her character. She hammered away at him till he shut her up by raping the hell out of her and leaving her too tired to bitch or fight. Which was just what she wanted. This cold, accusing Akane was a different matter. He could have argued against how unjust her accusation was. The whole Gambling King thing had been years ago, when he was just a kid. He had completely forgotten about it till just now. He truly had no memory of it when Genma had brought him to the Dôjô. But clearly, Akane wasn't going to buy that story. She had made up her mind, and nothing was going to change it. Not words anyway. "It ain't true," Ranma said in a weary voice. "I don't think you're mine, or the dojo, or your sisters." He turned his back on Akane. "I'll get the dojo back, and I'll give it to you." he said, striding toward the building in question." "Hey, freak!" he yelled as he went looking for the Gambling King. Re: Place your Bets - in the Hallway St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane, still kneeling in the hallway, stayed frozen in surprise for a very short moment, before blink-blinking at Ranma's retreating back. "Why that... that pervert! How dare he!" She wasn't upset, of course, for the fact that Ranma forced her to inhale his cock. She was furious because he didn't go further, leaving her hot and bothered on the spot! To tell the truth, Akane didn't give much thought to what she said to Ranma... she just wanted to rile him up enough that he'd shown his true colors and rape her on the spot... while making it very clear it was his doing, and not any invitation on Akane's part. But that baka didn't take the bait! Instead, he decided to go to Ukyô's rescue... probably to take advantage of that tramp later... as if he hadn't already some hot tail under hand! Why, how could that idiot not realize that U-chan was probably enjoying herself? She probably got a kick out of that slavery thing. Who knew, maybe she even was in collusion with the Gambling King from the start! She's the one who brought him here, after all. Consumed by jealousy, Akane jumped to her feet and ran after her fiancé. "Stop here, you baka!" She caught up with him while they were on the covered passage leading to the dojo. There, Akane tackled Ranma just before he pushed the door. They both sprawled on the floor near the entrance. They could both see inside the training hall, but its occupants seemed not to have noticed them. Re: Place your Bets - in the Hallway T.H. Tiger Without really thinking about what he was doing, Ranma pinned Akane to the floor underneath him, using his legs to keep her from kneeing him anywhere delicate, and as a last step slapped a hand over her mouth. Having immobilized the tomboy, Ranma examined Ukyô. The evidence was very clear; she'd just had her face fucked by the Gambling King. "Guy doesn't waste any time..." Ranma muttered, a touch of admiration in his voice. Unlike Akane, over whom he was sometimes very possessive, Ranma had no problem with the other girls getting screwed. At least as long as it wasn't true rape. Checking out the cat-who-ate-the-canary look on Ukyô's face, and the way she was savoring the taste of the King's cum, Ranma didn't think there was any danger of that being the case here. Not that he'd ever thought there was. He and U-chan had kicked the King's ass when they'd been six. She didn't need his help to hand the King his head if Ukyô wished it. She was more than capable of doing it herself. That aside, there was still the matter of the deed to the dojo. He had to get that back. His honor demanded it, and the things that Akane had said made him want to do it. He had been ready to wager himself, or rather, herself, as stakes. No way would the King risk the dojo for what Ranma had in the bank. Which was nothing. Now, however, as Akane squirmed under him, Ranma had a better idea. He'd offer a slave for a slave, and then once he'd won Ukyô, he'd wager them both against the dojo. Inching backward, Ranma dragged Akane along with him till they were out of sight. Once the cost was clear, he stood up, and pulled Akane with him, keeping his hand firmly over her mouth, only shifting it slightly to avoid being bitten. He started to drag Akane toward the house. He had to get her looking slavish. No way would the King take her at even- on odds for Ukyô the way she looked right now, her typical tomboy look. Well, that was all right. All the stuff he needed was in Akane's secret stash. Re: Place your Bets - in the Hallway St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane struggled against Ranma when he pinned her on the wooden floor, her whole body feeling hot from the wrestling. She stopped immediately, though, when she too caught a glimpse of Ukyô's posture, kneeling in front of Bakuchi-Ô King, with his glistening cock before her face. If Akane had a kink almost as strong as her rape fetish, it was certainly voyeurism. She enjoyed a lot watching other people getting it on -- especially when it was one of Ranma's fiancée. Besides spying, the thrill of the potential discovery could make her tremendously hot. Especially when the spied lovers would finally spot her, and bestow various sexual punishments on her for her wickedness.... That's why she was looking with rapt attention, hoping to get a good show of the King taking advantage of Ukyô, and maybe of her sister too. She wasn't any more paying attention to Ranma, nor pondered what he was thinking about. That's why she quite surprised when he picked her up, and dragged her back to the house. She groaned furiously into his gagging hand, and squirmed in his grasp, her legs frenziedly batting the air behind Ranma's back. 'Damn that baka! I hope Nabiki will at least film everything that's happening to Ukyô....' Re: Place your Bets - in the Hallway T.H. Tiger As Ranma pulled Akane toward the house, a change came over him. Due to the arrival of the Gambling King, Ranma had been suppressing his libido, something Akane would have likely found hard to believe. In fact he'd been behaving pretty clinically toward Akane and Ukyô, his mind in battle mode. Now that he had a handle, or so he thought, on the situation, there was nothing stopping him from enjoying himself. Ranma's cock surged to full erection as he took a firm hold of one of Akane's breasts and used it as a handle to drag her into the house. Despite all the pussy he got on a regular basis, there was something about Akane that got him really raging. Maybe it was because he got to really cut loose with her, having found out that all her protests to the contrary, Akane liked it rough and forceful. That is why his hand clamped down hard on Akane's breasts, compressing the soft flesh. Hard enough to hurt, but not hard enough to cause any damage. By this point Ranma had reached the stairs, but his lust wasn't going to wait till he got to the top. He shoved Akane's forward so that she was forced to catch herself on her hands, five steps up, that left her leaning forward, her muscular ass hovering at just the right height. Ranma reached under Akane's skirt and ripped her panties off with one sharp pull. Re: Place your Bets - in the Hallway St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane's anger at Ranma dragging her away while she could have enjoyed the show of Ukyô's degradation at the hands of the Gambling King turned into a hot rush of excitement when he started manhandling her and harshly groping her breasts. That baka pervert was about to prove her right once again... that he was only a creepy rapist, just thinking of quenching his base lusts with her innocent, struggling, unwilling body. She was surprised when they didn't even reach the second floor, and Ranma dropped her in the stairs. She stopped her fall with her hands and leaned on her knees, but before she could protest and lash out a set of scathing insults toward her brute of a fiancé, he tore of her panties. Akane screeched at the feeling of her undergarment being ripped from her shapely ass, the fabric digging momentarily in her puffy outer lips. Her drenched sex began immediately dripping on the stairs and into Ranma's hands. Neither teenager paid any attention to the panda passing by, standing over a rolling ball, while pursued by an angry, mustached man in full samurai armor brandishing a two-handed sword. "You creep!" Akane throatily growled. "I knew I was right! You're going to rape me again! And again! And again...." Re: Place your Bets - in the Hallway T.H. Tiger Ranma had been briefly distracted by the passing of his father and Mr. Tendô, but only briefly. "Damn straight!" he growled at Akane. He flipped her skirt up, barring her muscular ass. She might have been a bit broader in the beam than Shampoo or Ukyô, but contrary to his insults, on her it looked good. Full rounded buttocks with a deep inviting cleft between them. Akane had her legs clenched together, concealing her two openings, but Ranma leaned in beside her, one knee resting on the stair beside her leg as he rammed his hand between her legs, using a knife edge attack to penetrate her defenses. His thumb slipped up into her cunt as he reached forward with his free hand to take hold of the back of her neck. Ranma rocked his hand back and forth, roughly grinding his thumb against her outer lips and running his finger overtop of her erect clit. Her slot was juicy, but not in the least sloppy or loose. It flexed and clamped around Ranma's invading finger, promising very good things to come. "What a slut!" Ranma declared, bending forward so his head was just above and beside Akane's. "You're as wet as a bowl of ramen. You call me a pervert, but the real pervert here is you, tomboy. You can't wait for me to slam my prick into your nasty hole." On the last remark, Ranma hauled upward on the hand that was between Akane's legs, lifting her legs free of the stairs for a few seconds, her whole weight, very nearly, resting on the edge of Ranma's hand. The effect was similar to being bound to a wooden pony. Only, wooden ponies in general did not come with a vibration option, which Ranma supplied by moving his hand a fraction of a millimeter back and forth several hundred times a second. Re: Place your Bets - in the Hallway St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane whimpered and panted at the assault of Ranma's hand on her insanely aroused sex. Tears rolled down her cheeks, though it was probably as much from shame than from frustration. She droned out his nasty words, not wanting to demean herself by answering his taunts... it would just delay him in doing what she was helpless in preventing him.... Then she gasped loudly when Ranma used only one hand to lift her up, most of her weight resting on her crotch. This was maddening... it felt almost like Kodachi's wooden pony, which Akane had "ridden" more than once, entirely against her will of course. Worst, Ranma was vibrating his hands in a way that would be impossible for anybody but a very skilled martial artist. That creep was using his special techniques again... that wasn't fair... he was cheating... how was she supposed to deny having ever wanted this when he was making it feel so GOOD! "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" Screaming, Akane shuddered uncontrollably on the spot, her nails digging into the wood of the stairs. Ranma's hand was suddenly splashed by a spray of love juices, as his fiancée quite simply climaxed around his invading finger. Re: Place your Bets - in the Hallway T.H. Tiger Ranma smirked as he slipped his hand out from between Akane's legs. It came out a lot easier than it had gone in. Not only were Akane's muscles limp after her powerful orgasm, but the abundant lubrication coating his hand would have let him pull free even if she'd been tensing her legs as tightly as possible. "You're suck a fuck slut, Akane." Ranma jeered. He reached around and cupped her face with his sticky hand, whipping her own juices across her lips. He'd pulled her head up slightly with the hand gripping the back of her neck, and now he pulled her fully upright so she was kneeling on the stairs, her back pressed against his chest as he covered her mouth with his juicy fingers. His now free hand pulled open the front of her shirt and slipped inside. He shoved her bra upward so it slipped off her breasts, leaving her fun-bags free for him to molest, which he did with great satisfaction. Ranma ground his hardness against Akane's bare rear, the bulge in his pants pressing into her cleft. "This is what you want! Isn't it?" he said in a voice hoarse with his own arousal. He rolled his hips, jamming himself hard against her. Re: Place your Bets - in the Hallway St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane moaned and whimpered uncontrollably as Ranma roughly manhandled her, leaving her twat cruelly unattended while he bared her perky breasts and started mauling them. Ranma's question was of course purely rhetorical. He knew perfectly what Akane wanted and liked. Like he knew she'd stubbornly deny it. "No... I'm not... I don't..." she cried out between aroused sighs. "I don't want you... to force me ever again... to screw me like an animal in the middle of the stairs!" Akane's voice next became more pleading, more frantic. "Please... Ranma... don't... anybody... could see us. Our fathers... or Kasumi... or grandfather Happôsai...." Now, those denials were maybe a little more heartfelt. For all her kinks, Akane had one strong hang-up against public sex. Always protesting much more strongly whenever Ranma wanted to screw her somewhere people could walk up on them. That's why the first time Ranma got in the Neko-Ken since he arrived in Nerima, where he had mounted Akane in the middle of the schoolyard in front of the whole student body, had been so humiliating for the Tendô girl. Of course, on the other hand, none of the Tendô Dôjô inhabitants would be especially shocked to see Ranma and Akane going at it before them. Re: Place your Bets - in the Hallway T.H. Tiger Akane's plea to not do her on the stairs, where everyone could see, did have an effect on Ranma. Multiple ones in fact. Part of him got hot at the thought of doing Akane in front of the whole family, but another part was jealous of the thought of someone, namely Happôsai, getting off on watching her screwed. As Happôsai was a voyeur more than a participant, in his case it would be like sharing Akane with him, and right now Ranma was in a very possessive mood. He didn't want to share Akane with anyone. While he didn't really rationalize the process, he knew he was going to have to get his rocks off a few times before he could wager Akane to the Gambling King. Even though he knew there was no way he could lose, even the thought of the Gambling King imagining what he would do with Akane when he won got his hackles up in his current state. Ranma bit his lower lip and stilled for a moment, letting his senses reach out. He couldn't feel Happôsai in the area, and he doubted the little pervert could stay hidden given what was going on. So, it was a pretty safe bet that the freak wasn't around. Genma was busy running for his life, and Sôun was chasing him. Nabiki was in the dojo, getting up to lord knows what. As for the last member of the family... Ranma didn't really mind if Kasumi watched. Of course, on the other side, Happôsai was likely to come home any time, and if he was busy with Akane, he might be too occupied to notice. What to do, what to do? "Fuck it!" Ranma said. By this time the controlling vote was held by the brain between his legs, and the only thing it wanted was to be sheathed in Akane. The sooner the better. Ranma slipped his hand off of Akane's face. It hadn't done much of a job as far as gagging her went. Keeping her pulled back against him by the hand on her breast, he fumbled with his pants. He'd had practice, so it didn't take long to free his erection from its confinement. It slipped into Akane's ass crevice and Ranma rocked back and forth a few times, slipping it up and down that humid valley. "Time to get fucked!" he said, his voice trembling with anticipation as he drew back his hips, while at the same time pulling on Akane's breast to make her lean forward, and shove her ass outward. Re: Place your Bets - in the Hallway St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane panted and whimpered as Ranma mauled her breasts, and then rubbed his bare cock against the crack of her ass and the slit of her sex. She was so wet from her previous orgasm, she was sure he could stick his manly bludgeon into her with no effort at all. Her poor, undefended womanhood would certainly offer no resistance whatsoever against it. She made sure of that by completely relaxing down there. Akane had enough training on those lower muscles, brought by countless hours of martial-slash-marital art training, that if she wanted she could probably close her nether passage so tightly that no cock would ever have a chance to break through. Although, for some weird reason, it never occurred to her to try it whenever she was "raped". Akane gasped loudly when Ranma forced her down by pulling on her breast, back to the humiliating "doggie" position. She had a hard time not responding when he said "Time to get fucked!" In fact, it took her all of her willpower to not scream: "YES, YES, DO ME, FUCK ME YOU BASTARD!" Instead, she just whispered it. ^_^ Re: Place your Bets - in the Hallway T.H. Tiger Ranma heard Akane, more with his body than with his ears. He knew how much she wanted what he was going to give her, and the thought turned him on like crazy. If he hadn't been so horny himself, he would have enjoyed making her wait, teasing and tormenting her, driving her crazy with unsatisfied lust. But he was too horny for that. And so, he fisted his own personal horn and held it in place as he positioned the fat head between Akane's drooling lower lips, letting the tip slip half-way into her till he could fell the entrance to her cunt clamping around the end. Akane tried to hunch back at him, but he held her firmly in place with the hand on her tit, while moving his own hips back in time with her motion. He waited for her to sag forward slightly, and at that moment he thrust with all the power he had, and that was a lot. So forceful was his push that Akane's head was shoved up against the stair tread in front of her, and her knees were lifted momentarily off the ground. As aroused as she was, Akane's tunnel still wasn't ready to accept Ranma's bludgeon, and for a moment her lower body was supported by his cock, until her tight walls relaxed and she slipped over his engorged member. Ranma didn't give her time to adjust. As soon as he felt her round ass press into his belly, he pulled all the way out of her, and then slammed himself home again, this time going balls deep with one push. His balls swung forward and slapped her between the legs. Ranma leaned all the way over Akane and reached around with his now free hand and took hold of her other breast. Using both breasts as handholds, he hauled her back up into a semi-reclined position and held her in place as he slammed in and out of her, making her entire body jar with the force of his strokes. Place Your Bets - in the Stairs St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane opened her mouth wide to let out a scream, but it died out to a mute exhalation when Ranma imbedded himself to the balls into her. The ramming of his manhood almost had her face slam against the steps; her hands and forearm protected her, though, as she braced herself instinctively against the ruthless fucking. Then the pigtailed boy pushed himself up and lifted Akane's lower body from the stairs with the strength of his cock alone. Akane let out a strangled cry from the intensity of the sensation. Rivulets of tears were streaming from her eyes, and pitiful sobs escaped from her lips. Those were, though, just as much tears of bliss and elation than tears of pains and humiliation. With Akane, both were more or less the same thing anyway. The youngest Tendô could feel Ranma's steely rod plunder her tender twat mercilessly. Her hot innards were hugging his shaft like a glove. The drenched folds of soft flesh were squeezing the male organ of hardened flesh as if trying to merge with it. Her love hole was flooded with her vaginal secretions, bathing the invading cock and dripping out of her cunt onto Ranma's balls. 'Damn that pervert...' Akane repeated in her mind. Damn that pervert who was raping her on the very stairs of her house. Damn that pervert who never stopped raping her. In the bathroom. In the living room. On the couch in front of the TV. In the kitchen (strangely, often when she wanted to cook). In the guest bedroom; in Nabiki's bedroom; in Kasumi's bedroom; in Sôun's bedroom... (and generally, along with each occupant). In her own bedroom. In her bed, while she was asleep. In her bed, while she wasn't asleep. On her desk. On the floor. By the window. On the roof. In the dojo. In the garden.... (Heck, the sole place Ranma-kun never raped her was probably the koi pond, but he has a little trouble staying male there.) Recalling all of their previous romps was only making Akane even hotter as Ranma violated her pussy. Re: Place Your Bets - in the Stairs T.H. Tiger In the last little while, Ranma had made up for lost time in his sexual training and had gained pretty good control of his body. He could fuck for hours now. Only, that wasn't really all that much fun. Sort of like doing pushups for hours on end. It built up your stamina and muscles, but was boring as hell. Right now, Ranma wasn't in the mood for boring, and he really didn't feel like spending the next hour nailing Akane to the stairs. He wanted to cum, he wanted to blast his seed up into Akane's belly. Feel his juices squirting out of her overfull twat as he pumped her full. He yanked her back hard against him, his fingers digging into her breasts. At the same time he arched his back and slammed himself as deep into her as the current position allowed. "Yessssssssssss!" he howled, letting go of his control. His cock swelled a good ten percent as he reached his peek. Jets of sperm shot out of the tip of his dick and flowed into Akane. Ranma's powerful muscles contracted, shooting his jism out with enough power that it would have flown thirty of more feet if it hadn't been slamming into the back of Akane's womb. "Take it, bitch!" Ranma growled, pulling back and then slamming forward again, shoving his hips forward and up and jarring Akane back up into the air as he continued to pump her full of his seed. Their mingled juices flooded her cunt, and squirted out with every pump of Ranma's muscles. Ranma's middle was soaked, and Akane was flooded. Juices ran down her thighs and dripped onto the stair treads. Re: Place Your Bets - in the Stairs St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane howled when Ranma pulled her back again and impaled her fiercely on his gushing rod. Ranma's manly tool had rammed neatly through her cervix to squirt its load directly in her quivering uterus. Her vaginal passage contracted like a vise around the male flesh skewering her. It didn't stop the sperm from gushing back, though, so intense was her fiancé's ejaculation. Any ordinary girl would be in serious pain from the rough treatment, and would end up sore for days after this. Akane sure was, but as a martial artist she would recuperate quickly. She was also in serious bliss, her fetish for being humiliated and violated nicely provided by Ranma's fierceness. It wasn't that the Tendô girl was completely incapable of enjoying slow and gentle loving... but it was, in her mind, a completely different kind of entertainment. After any dispute or name-calling session with her baka betrothed, she simply was in no mood for romance... more like for a sweaty, intense fuck. Akane's whole body was shaken by a powerful spasm as she climaxed again, squirming in Ranma's grasp. Her arms and legs flayed violently, as if trying to escape the grasp of her rapist. Both knew there was no hope of this, though. Ranma was too skilled, and with his dominant position he could keep a tight control on his favorite bitch. Still, probably confident in her helplessness, Akane had no qualm giving her best shot. Wrestling furiously, she was really getting wild in Ranma's arms. Re: Place Your Bets - in the Stairs T.H. Tiger Ranma easily avoided taking any serious blows from Akane's wildly swinging arms, or kicking legs, thought several landed against his heavy muscles with bruising force. It wasn't unusual for Ranma to end up black and blue the day after one of his special sessions with Akane. But for one who had grown up like he had, pain during sex was a stimulant, not a distraction. A feeling that translated over to his girl side and was one reason why he loved fucking Ryôga as a girl. So, rather than discouraging him, Akane's struggles only made him hotter. But no matter how hot he was, simple biology meant it was going to be a few minutes before he could manage another serious round with Akane. He kept her pulled back hard against his hips, his erection slowly softening in her clenching tunnel. He rocked himself against her, drawing every last bit of pleasure he could from this fuck. After a few minutes, he let out a satisfied sigh and let go of Akane. Without his support she fell forward, pulling off his semi-erect cock and sprawling onto the stair treads, not unlike a broken doll. Ranma stared down in pleasure at Akane form. She was still quivering and hunching backward, blindly looking for the cock that had abruptly vanished from her cunt. Her legs were spread and her sex distending and leaking their mingled juices onto the stairs, where they joined those already spilled from their coupling. "Hey, that's not very nice. You're leaving a mess." Ranma lectured Akane. He bent over her body and hooked one hand between her legs, and took hold of the back of her neck with his other. He lifted her off the stairs like an odd shaped package and half carried, half dragged her downward till her face was directly over the pool of juices she'd leaked. "We don't want to make Kasumi's life hard, do we, slut!?" Ranma growled. "Lick it up!" he ordered, forcing her face downward. Re: Place Your Bets - in the Stairs St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane Tendô, well-fucked, sweaty, dripping sperm, disheveled, her disarrayed clothes not hiding anything of her naughty bits, shivered in delight from Ranma's forcefulness. It had initially taken some time for the wishy-washy teen to come over his reluctance over mistreating girls when it came to their sexual play. But like any other endeavor he would put his mind to by treating as martial arts, he had long ago mastered the art of hentai role-playing. And he seemed to be perfectly in the mood for being the sadistic rapist tonight. Akane didn't regret treating him like shit when discovering his latest idiotic stunt, with the Gambling King. Of course, none of that satisfaction was showing on her face. She was looking both frightened and furious, not to mention panting, with just a hint of flush betraying her arousal. Inwardly, she was also imagining all the demeaning things she would do to Ranma-chan to avenge herself, once she'd have turned the table on the aquatranssexual. The redhead was fated to a really thorough S.-M. session to make up for this. Maybe she'd even enroll Kodachi for help. Right now, though, Akane knew she had no choice but to obey to her abusive fiancé. A strangled croak was her sole protest to the slightly painful, but horribly exciting hold he used on her body to drag her down. Her bare feet flayed momentarily on the steps, but she was soon effectively brought to her hands and knees, her face very close to the puddle of mixed cum. Her tears and drool added to the puddle as she shortly resisted Ranma's push on her head. But it was mostly for show. With a last, barely audible whisper of "You'll pay for that...", she stuck her tongue out and started the humiliating job of licking the left-over of their earlier coitus directly from the wooden stairs. Good thing Kasumi was such a neat freak, as the steps were perfectly dust- free. Only a slight waxy taste was added to the heady male/female flavor. With precise strokes of her tongue, Akane cleaned up the mess that previously oozed of her cunt, like a lowly animal. Re: Place Your Bets - in the Stairs T.H. Tiger Ranma worked his hand between Akane's legs, roughly pawing her freshly fucked cunt. At the same time he kept an upward pressure in order to force her balance forward. He grinned as he heard the sound of her tongue lapping up the spilled juices from their fuck. Not for the first time, Ranma sent up a silent thank you to Kasumi. If the older girl hadn't taken him aside some months ago and given him a lecture on the facts of life, as they applied to her little sister, Ranma would never have managed to get so good at giving Akane the sort of sex she liked. It had been easy enough for him to do it while he was hard and eager to fuck. Rough, no holds, or hole, barred fucking was natural for him. But how to be a nasty son-of-a-bitch when he wasn't actually fucking, that had not been nearly as easy. Kasumi had explained, and had even acted out a few scenarios with him to get him pointed in the right direction. Now it came naturally for him when he fell into the role of rapist. Ranma drove a pair of fingers into Akane's pulpy twat, jerking his hand in and out and twisting it one way and then the other. He rubbed his thumb in the juices this provided, getting it nice and wet. He leaned over Akane as he did this and hissed at her: "What a sloppy cunt, you could drive a car up it. Maybe you got some place a bit tighter? Like here!" With that Ranma jammed his thumb up Akane's ass and used it as a hold to lift her ass high into the air and force her face flat against the sticky stair she'd just finished cleaning with her tongue. Re: Place Your Bets - in the Stairs St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" Akane screamed in shock as Ranma's finger speared her tight asshole. Her face fell flat against the hard wood of the stairs as her balance was completely compromised. She gripped at the step with her fingers to steady herself. Ranma's move had been a little hasty, though. Holding the weight of her body just with his thumb in her ass, even if it was for a few fractions of second, was rather painful for his fiancée. More painful, in fact, than the admittedly masochistic girl could endure. Or rather, this had reached the limit beyond which Akane didn't translate it any more as sexual excitement. Only as pissing her off. "YOU BASTARD!" It was largely a martial artist reflex rather than a conscious thought that made Akane's right leg, until now hanging limp in the air, to suddenly lash out and strike Ranma-kun square in the belly. The surprised boy, too focused on torturing his fiancée's butt, simply had no hope to duck. He was sent sprawling down the stairs. His fingers exited Akane's holes with a clear "pop", and she gasped at the sudden emptying. Akane winced as her knees landed on the stairs. Though she was certainly in less pain than Ranma right now. With a blink, she realized what she had just done. Oh, well, she had been a bit too submissive till now for her tastes. That'll teach the pervert to think she was too easy. And probably goad him into taking her even harder. "I WON'T LET YOU TOUCH ME EVER AGAIN, YOU FREAK!" she growled at the shape sprawled below, before giving him the evil eye with raspberry on top. Then she climbed up the stairs, stumbling a bit on her disarrayed clothes, before running to her bedroom. Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom T.H. Tiger Ranma hadn't been taken totally by surprise by Akane. Well, OK, he'd been so busy abusing her that he'd let his guard down, but he had been expecting her to lash out at some point. Akane was a submissive in that she loved being dominated, but she wasn't a submissive personality. She wanted to be raped, not crawl around on her knees for her master's pleasure. You couldn't be raped if you were willing, and so she could be counted on to fight back. That was alright. Ranma understood her feelings exactly. He was much the same way when he was a girl. Male or female, sex was a full-body contact sport to Ranma, and the more contact, the better. It took Ranma a few seconds to untangle himself at the foot of the stairs. As soon as he got his limbs pointing in the right direction, he took off after Akane. He went to the top of the stairs in two bounds, and was only a couple of feet away as Akane yanked open the door to her bedroom. He dove forward and wrapped his arms around her waist just as she started into the room. They both went sprawling forward. Ranma was in enough control that he was able to lash out with a foot and slam the door to Akane's room shut as they tumbled across the room. He was also in enough control that he ended up on top of Akane as she lay belly down on the floor, her head stuck under her western style bed. While Akane was getting a first hand look at an example of Kasumi's cleaning fetish -- the floor was clean enough to eat off of --, Ranma caught hold of her top and wrenched it backward. It had been loosened already and with a few popped buttons it slid back, pulling her arms with it as it did so. Ranma twisted the cloth to make a quick temporary restraint. Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "AH! NO! NO! YOU BASTARD! YOU DIRTY PERV! I'LL KILL YOU! LET ME GO! LET ME GO! DADDY! HELP!" were Akane's angry screams and threats as she struggled against Ranma's improvised binding, her voice barely muffled by the bed. 'Yes! Yes! You big rapist! Take me, screw me, demean me! Show me who's the boss, you aquatranssexual freak!' were Akane's excited thoughts as her struggling proved ineffectual against Ranma's superior skill. It was so exciting whenever she riled him up enough to act like he meant business. None of the wussy boys at school ever held a chance of truly overpowering her, even Kunô... for them, she had to fake helplessness, which was ultimately a bit dissatisfying. And the few of her usual partners who were truly strong enough to force her -- either Ryôga, Tôfû-sensei or her father... -- were too nice to ever actually hurt her. Even as creative their role-playing was, it still stayed an act... a make-believe. But with Ranma... even Akane didn't entirely trust him to not harm her. The pervert enjoyed his sex rough, especially as a girl, and it reflected on the boy side. Sure, Akane somehow knew he wouldn't go TOO far (unlike Kodachi, which had no such restraint). But he certainly considered sex a no-hold barred fight... and you hardly came out off such a fight un-bruised. Akane almost didn't regret that Ranma's assault was making her miss Ukyô's degradation. Almost. She'd still avenge herself on Ranma-chan, though. That little redheaded piece of ass was hers. Her pointless but frantic struggle, mixed with her imagination going wild on whatever retaliation she'd cook for Ranma's alter ego, were making the Tendô girl thoroughly excited. She was squirming in shameful need and arousal as her fiancé tore off her few remaining clothes. Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom T.H. Tiger Thanks to Kasumi's foresight of sewing tear-away seams into all of Akane's clothes, Ranma was able to strip her of everything she had on. With the exception of the top that was binding her arms, that is. He was going to need that for just a little while. Ranma lay flat on Akane's back, grinding his semi-hard cock into the crevice of her ass as he ducked his head down beside hers. "How's that feel, slave-slut?" Ranma whispered, giving Akane's ear a lick. At the same time he scanned the area under Akane's bed, easily spotting the large suitcase that held Akane's special garments. He reached under the bed and snagged a handle, dragging it out into the open. Using only one hand, Ranma released the catches and flipped up the lid revealing the contents. Gleaming, well-maintained leather gear and bindings shone in the sunlight from the window. "Now isn't that convenient..." Ranma said with a chuckle as he scooped out a well-made single-glove from on top. "But not surprising, after all, you used it on my girl-side just a little while ago." Ranma's cock gave a bit of a twitch as he remembered all the things that Akane had done to him, or rather her, the last time she'd gotten the upper-hand over his girl side. The twitch was not so much in remembrance of those events, as it was from anticipation of a bit of payback. Ranma gave the single-glove a snap to unfold it. The strong leather was designed to slip over a girl's arms while they were pulled behind her back. The stout lacing would let them be bound together firmly, drawing back her shoulders and thrusting forward her breasts. It ended in a blunt cap with a sturdy steel ring fastened to it, so a girl could be tethered to a rope, which could be used a leash, or to partially hang her from the ceiling. One problem however, was that it was very difficult to slip it onto an unwilling girl. Akane, like his girl-side, did not go willingly into bondage. It had taken Akane's cooking to get his girl-side trussed up. Ranma had no such potent knockout toxin. So he'd have to use a few threats. "Listen up, slave-slut. You can let me slip this on you, or I can go and hunt up Kasumi instead to get my rocks off. How about it? You going to let your sweet sister get raped to save you?" Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane shivered, except this time it wasn't in excitement, but in fear. He wouldn't dare? He wouldn't dare leaving her like that, all worked up and sweaty, and not bring her off when she so desperately needed it? Oh yes, he would. He was a pervert all the way. A cruel pervert, to boost. He just proved it a few minutes ago, by abandoning his best friend and trusting "cute fiancée" to the depraved wiles of the Gambling King. Cowardly leaving Ukyô to be raped by an old, evil, dirty lecher, no doubt deep into some freaky domination fetishes and with a wicked imagination. The lucky girl. It was quite clear in Akane's mind, Ranma enjoyed degrading his fiancées, making them endure the worst kind of mental anguish just for the shrill of it. In Akane's case, it would be by not raping her. "I won't let you touch my sister, you freak! I'd rather *you* die!" Yes, that was it. Akane offering herself to save the "virtue" of her sisters was her favorite rationalizing. It cleanly explained why she was letting her monster of a fiancé have his ways with her, again and again. It was the perfect excuse, as it made her the innocent heroine willing to sacrifice her own well-being and honor to protect her beloved siblings. The fact that it was plain impossible to ever rape Kasumi -- since you can't rape the willing, and the elder Tendô daughter was simply too nice to ever object to any sexual proposal -- was obviously irrelevant. "You'll pay for this..." Akane growled as she let her body go slack, ceasing to struggle. "I'll make you regret your perverseness..." she added, while offering her hands in the perfect posture to slip the single-glove over them. "... a thousand-fold." Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom T.H. Tiger Ranma's lip twitched a bit at Akane's threat, not because he took it lightly, but because he didn't. Sooner or later Akane would extract vengeance, most likely on his girl side. He rather looked forward to it. Akane had a much better imagination than he did. He simply liked going at it hard and heavy; she gave it some thought. He pulled the subtle leather glove up over her hands and up her arms. He then pulled the corset-style lacing tight, drawing a grunt from Akane as her shoulders were pulled backward. Ranma ran his hands down her sides, enjoying the feel of her tense muscles. He was kneeling behind her, his legs crossed over hers, holding them firmly in place. His calloused hands slipped up over her taunt ass cheeks. He slowly kneaded her flesh, savoring the moment. Ranma wasn't really into bondage. He preferred to pin Akane with his own body. Wrestling her into a helpless position so he could fuck her no matter how much she might resist. Tying her up took most of the fun out of it. But in this instance, he was out to create a suitable wager to entice the Gambling King to bet the dojo. Ranma was going to turn Akane into a fuck toy suitable for an old geezer like the King. But, even if he wasn't turned on particularly by bondage, he knew Akane was getting a real turn on from this, and that was enough to get his motor running. Because, more than anything else, making Akane happy made him happy. His cock had finally returned to life after his early fuck and was now jutting straight out from his groin as he worked his thumbs into the crack of Akane's ass and her cheeks apart, espousing her rosebud to his gaze. One thumb slipped down and rubbed against her anal pucker. "Nice, I'm really looking forward to fucking this tight little hole." he remarked. Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane gritted her teeth as Ranma bound her in the tight bondage gear, her back arching and her breasts pushed forward by the corset and the pull on her arms. He then molested her ass and spread her buttocks to expose her vulnerable rear hole. His rubbing and stroking of this sensitive ring of flesh made shiver and whimper in barely bottled-up need. Yet, Akane wasn't about to give up the "though gal", "unruly tomboy" image so readily. Even if her fiancé had the upper hand, and had neutralized most of her option for retaliating physically, her mouth was unrestrained. Which meant she could lash out verbally as much as she wanted. And she was good at it, knowing full well what of Ranma's button to push. "AH! You wimp! That's all you can think off? Putting your pathetic needle in my hiney? You think of yourself as such a hot stuff? You think you're a big, bad rapist? "Don't make me laugh! You're not even coming anywhere close to any REAL sex offenders, like the Kunôs! Yes! Even Tatewaki is a much bigger pervert that you'll ever be! You don't even have his kinky imagination. And he's a joke compared to Kodachi! She might be a girl, but she's so much wickeder than you that it's not even funny. Even in your wildest dreams, you won't ever get at the level of her toes, that you so much enjoy licking. And let's not talk about the Principal! He's in an entirely new category of hentai by himself. Next to him, you're completely out of your league, Ranma!" Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom T.H. Tiger Akane's words hit home, because there was a certain truth to them. The truth always hurts worse. Ranma didn't really have that much imagination when it came to sexual play. Hard and rough was his main technique. On the surface, given Akane's disdain, he should have taken it as a compliment that he wasn't as big a pervert as the people she mentioned. Except Ranma knew that Akane loved being the victim of perversion, so she was in effect saying he was an inadequate lover who couldn't satisfy her. A blow to his ego for sure. And that was not something Ranma enjoyed. To make matters even worse, he had actually been trying for once to be imaginative. Oh, it had been to fool the Gambling King into thinking Akane was a sex-slave, but still, he had been trying. At that moment, he was very much like Akane when Ranma refused to even try the food she'd spent so long preparing. A growl rumbled in his throat. "You want perverted!? I'll fucking give you perverted!" Ranma snarled. Ranma rummaged through Akane's toy box till he found what he wanted. A cock gag. The short, four inches, but thick object looked like it had been harvested from some super-deformed cartoon character, being a bright cherry red. Designed to fill a girl's mouth full, while still letting her breath through a hole running down the middle. "First thing, let's give you something to do with your mouth instead of talking!" he snarled taking a fist full of her hair in one hand and wrenching her head back. Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane knew comparing Ranma's skill to the Kunôs would get a "rise" out of him. The boy's pride -- and she didn't mean the one between his legs -- had always been his main weakness. He could always easily be egged on by challenging his martial art skill -- and more recently, his marital arts prowess. Akane wasn't as good at this than, say, Nabiki for example, but she was for from clueless either. In this case, though, her stinging words resulted in Ranma depriving her of her main weapon in this fight of will -- her mouth. Akane protested loudly around the ball gag, mumbling and groaning furiously in outrage. That coward! Just like him; when he couldn't handle the superiority of an opponent, he had to cheat! No doubt, he was afraid that if he kept hearing her disparaging words, he'd get flaccid in no time. That limp- dicked wimp! Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom T.H. Tiger Ranma really hadn't started this current situation with Akane with the intent in indulging in kinky sex. His plan had been to muss her up a bit, and then dress her in full sex-slave gear. Presenting an irresistible wager to the Gambling King. He'd fucked her on the stairs because fighting with her always made him horny, and he'd seen taking the edge off as helping him, and making Akane look more slutty. Now, however, Akane's words had moved things to a different level. Ukyô and the Gambling King were at the back of his mind. His only goal at the moment was to show Akane he could be just as twisted and perverted as any of the others she'd mentioned. He jammed the cock gag firmly in her mouth, the thickness stretching her mouth wide. The tip was just short of the back of her throat so there was no risk of her gagging, and the hole in it would let her breath. Letting go of her hair, he let her fall forward, her weight coming to rest on her bare breasts which squashed against the floor. He tied the gag firmly in place. He gave Akane's bottom a half dozen quick slaps and then got to his feet. Placing a foot on Akane's bottom to hold her in place, he extracted a rope from her toy box. He expertly tossed one end through a ringbolt in the ceiling of her room. Ranma knew from experience that it was lagged into a rafter and would easily support the weight of a heavier girl than Akane. Now Ranma looked down at Akane and decided how to secure her. There was a ring in the bottom of the single glove for just this purpose, or he could take a leaf from one of the perverts Akane admired. He well- remembered the time Kodachi had strung her up by braiding a rope into her pigtail. It would be easy to gather Akane's hair into a ponytail and hang her from the ceiling by that. It would be painful, but if he was careful to equalize the weight over the whole of her head there was no risk of serious harm. Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane gurgled against the cock-gag that filled her mouth and bumped against her throat. She had no way to keep her drool from her lips, and it was utterly humiliating. She squeaked as her breasts hit the floor hard and flattened under her. He was hurting her and she couldn't retaliate; it was maddeningly frustrating. She whimpered as he gave her bottom a few quick, painful slaps. It wasn't even close to a true erotic spanking, more like punishing an unruly child. She cursed him for that. She warily glanced behind by craning her neck as he pinned her on the floor with a foot. She was wondering what he was planning next. She groaned when she saw him fasten the rope to the ringbolt above them. How original; he was going to suspend her to the ceiling so he could rape her to his leisure, and probably plunder her ass as well. She rolled her eyes. Really no imagination, just like she said. Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom T.H. Tiger Ranma was really tempted to string Akane up by her hair. It would be payback for all the times she'd dragged him around by his pigtail, male and female. But... the truth was, he was leery of doing anything to her hair. Which was a bit strange considering all the things he planned to do to her helpless body in the next little bit, but he well remembered the wounded look in her eyes when Ryôga had cut off her long ponytail. He never wanted to see that look again. So in the end he tied the rope through the ring at the bottom of the single glove. Hauling on the rope he dragged Akane to her feet. The leverage from having her arms pulled back like that forced her into a leaning posture, her bare ass sticking toward Ranma. He gave it a lecherous look as he tied off the rope. He also didn't fail to notice that her forward leaning posture put her face at just the right height for a little action at that end as well. Akane was pulled high enough that a lot of her weight was being supported by her arms. When she tried to kick out at him her body twisted as she lacked the traction needed to deliver any real power. Anyone with less muscular strength would have been in danger of dislocating their arms. But Ranma was a good judge of Akane's strength and figured she was good for an hour or more before muscle fatigue put her at any real risk. Keeping a wary eye on Akane's legs, he bent over and extracted a metal spreader bar from Akane's toy box. A straight bar with leather cuffs on each end. With one length sleeved inside another, it was adjustable from two feet to four feet. Ranma caught hold of one of Akane's ankles and secured it with a cuff. Pushing a shoulder into her groin to give himself control of Akane's lower body, he then forced her other leg out until he could secure it to the bar at its farthest extension. Stepping back, Ranma watched as Akane swayed in the air. With her legs so far apart she couldn't reach the floor unless she twisted her body to the side. Going to where he had tied off the rope she was suspended from he loosened it and lowered her till her feet once again made contact with the floor. Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane grumbled, growled low in her throat, sending death glares to her fiancé whenever he got in her vision field. She gave helpless tug to her bondage, and squirmed a bit until he fully immobilized her legs with the spreader bar. The youngest Tendô girl was radiating anger with her whole being, but she couldn't do anything else. Well... that wasn't entirely true. She could, certainly, do more. Ranma was certainly a good judge of her strength and stamina, but he still tended to underestimate Akane. If she'd really got worked up, and applied her whole strength to the bonds securing her... she probably would ripe them quickly. Even the spreader bar, although metallic, wouldn't resist very long to the full power of her muscular legs. Of course, Akane had no intent to do such a thing. And not just because it would ruin perfectly good bondage gear that she paid with her own money. For once that her ball-less wonder of a fiancée got serious and actually intended to get truly medieval (or maybe even prehistoric) on her ass, she wasn't about to miss it. The posture was, among many other things, applying a hard pull on her arms that were supporting her own weight. Her jaw was painfully stretched by the cock gag. Her chest was compressed by the pull on her arms, which made breathing difficult. As for her legs, uncomfortably spread by the bar, it was straining the muscle of her thighs. She was a supple martial artist, but certainly not as limber as Kodachi, who could maintain a split for a much longer time. In a few words, Akane was in a world of pain. She was also terribly aroused, her cunt lubricating like mad. Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom T.H. Tiger Ranma took a moment to admire the view. Akane, bent over, her legs spread, her breasts hanging from her chest. They might have been smaller than Ranma's girl side, but in this posture they showed to the best advantage. And Ranma intended to increase their attraction. But he would have to hurry. Much as he'd like to spend the whole night torturing Akane, he didn't want to leave Ukyô alone with the King for too long. For one thing, if he wore himself out fucking her, he'd be less inclined to accept Ranma's wager. Once again Akane's toy box served up the required objects. Ranma had to chuckle. In a way, Akane had created her own peril. If she hadn't delighted in trying out her toys on Ranma-chan, Ranma would not have known what half the things in her box were for. For instance, the things currently in his hands. Without experience, he would likely have thought them clothes pegs instead of nipple clamps. They weren't Kodachi's style of clamps, with sharp metal teeth almost guaranteed to draw blood, but plastic, with flexible rubber lining the jaws. Not that they didn't hurt like the dickens. Ranma rested a hand on Akane's ass and bent over, clipping first one clip, and then the other. But he wasn't finished. Each clip had a small hook on the handle, and Ranma used these to hang small weights, causing Akane's nipples to elongate and her breasts to stretch slightly. Ranma considered his next step, and after a moment of thought, started undoing Akane's gag. Truth was, it wasn't nearly as much fun doing these things to her when all she could do was grunt and squeal. Ranma dearly loved quarreling with Akane. Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane grunted, eyelids tightly shut, when Ranma put the nipple-clamps on her blood-engorged tits. And then, the sadist added the weight; gravity pulled her breasts taut downward, giving them perfectly conical shapes. It hurt, it really hurt. Those mammary glands were conceived to endure the sucking of a baby, not such abuse. Her eyes tearing up, Akane gurgled when her fiancé withdrew the cock-gag from her mouth. She coughed a bit, inelegantly drooling, working her pained jaws back in place. She then blinked, wondering why he freed her mouth. She really thought he wouldn't want to endure her acerb comments. But since he gave her the opportunity... she sure wouldn't waste it. "YOU BASTARD! How dare you do that to my nipples? You, off all people, should know how much that hurt!" Precisely because Akane herself introduced a certain pigtailed girl to the delicious joys of BDSM. Ranma-chan's breasts had looked SO SEXY when similarly pulled taut by the clamps. Though Akane had used bigger weights at the time. Hey, Ranma had a bigger rack, after all, and she always boasted being a though martial artist. It was the duty of a fiancée to show cocky redheads their limits. Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom T.H. Tiger "Yea, I do. Hurts like hell, doesn't it?" Ranma replied, putting a growl in his voice that wasn't really present in his heart. Sure Akane had abused the hell out of his girl-side, but she'd also make her come like a river. Ranma had put up with a lot of pain in his life, with little instant reward. BDSM type sex couldn't begin to match some of what he'd endured while training, and almost always rewarded with mind- blowing orgasms. Just the sort of thing he wanted to give Akane. "I know lots of other things that hurt." he said in a conversational tone, stroking a hand over Akane's firm ass. Kami, he loved the feel of her. So smooth and solid. Maybe she was a little bit chunky compared to his girl-side, but it was good solid muscle, and Ranma loved strong girls. He didn't think he'd ever be able to enjoy fucking someone like Akane's friend Yuka. He'd be so afraid of hurting her that he wouldn't be able to think about his own pleasure. Not like with Akane or his other girls. They could take all he could dish out, and he loved dishing it out. Ranma had let his fingers do the walking. They had moved into the crack of Akane's ass and were lightly tickling her on the spot between her cunt and brownie. Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane shivered from head to toes. She arched her back and tensed her legs in a futile effort to pull her bottom out of range of his caressing fingers. Of course, with her restraints it was hopeless, and anyway the attempt didn't look very heartfelt. She stifled a moan between her gritted teeth. "You... you wouldn't dare..." she whimpered breathily. "You're too afraid... of my dad kicking you out... and you and your father missing out stuffing your belly with Kasumi's food...." Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom T.H. Tiger "Your dad kicking me out!?" Ranma said, almost not getting the words out for the loud laugh he let out. "Your dad, and my dad, got their finger's crossed that I'm going to knock you up. The last thing he'd do is do anything to stop me sticking my dick up your cunt. Course, it's our little secret that you take precautions. Or maybe you'd like him sneaking in to replace your pills?" Ranma moved his hand from Akane's ass and reached under her to pat her taut belly. "How about it? You want to get all fat, stuffed full of my kid?" It was a sign of how far Ranma had come that he could joke about something like that. No matter how lightly he seemed to take sex, he didn't take the possible consequences lightly at all. If he could mention knocking Akane up, it meant that at in his mind, somewhere, he'd made the decision that someday he would. "But, that ain't why we're here now." Ranma said, taking his hand away. "So you don't think I'd hurt you? Maybe I can change your mind." He returned to the goody box, which was starting to look a bit empty, and fumbled among the remaining toys until he found a leather crop, one that Akane had confiscated from Kodachi. The slender lash was about two feet long, with a one-inch leather loop on the end. The handle itself was one-inch thick-braided leather. Ranma ran the business end over Akane's ass, and into her cleft, before giving a little flick that landed on one ass cheek, leaving a small welt behind. Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "NO! NEVER!" Akane protested as Ranma mentioned kids. Mostly to hide the shiver of untold bliss that ran through her at her fiancé's suggestion. "You're such a pervert... you would probably seduce your own daughters as soon as they are of age!" she ranted while Ranma rummaged through her toys box. "And... you'd probably use your girl side to seduce your SONS too!" she added after a short pause. Of course, Ranma knew Akane and her sisters were practicing rampant incest together or with their father -- he witnessed it often enough since he arrived at the Tendô Dôjô, and who knew how long they've been doing that before. So, the Tendô girl condemning Ranma for any future "family perversion" was laughable. Heck, she's more often than not the one initiating "father-swapping" with Ranma-chan. It was rather widely accepted in their little dysfunctional family that, as long everybody was having fun, nothing was wrong with it. Akane winced and let out a little yelp when the leather crop slashed her vulnerable bottom. Afterward, though, she bit her lips to not give Ranma the satisfaction of hearing her. Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom T.H. Tiger "Yeah, sounds like a pretty good idea." Ranma blithely agreed with Akane. "That's, if the girls took after my girl side, and the guys after my guy side." As he commented, he snapped the quirt in his hand, each time landing the inch square tab of leather on the end on a different spot on Akane. All of them on the inner surface of her ass and thighs, and not one less than two inches away from either her sex or rectum. "But, that's a long time from now. So I'll guess I'll have to settle for screwing you till they get ripe." It was on the tip of Ranma's tongue to throw in that he'd get good use of them on long training trips. Lord knew, Genma had certainly gotten his oil changed often enough after Ranma got his curse. But the words sort of dried up in his throat. The sex had been sort of fun, once he got used to being a girl, but that didn't wipe away the years leading up to it. No kid of his would ever have to go through that, and he wasn't about to even joke about it. Instead he paused in his switching and ran the shaft of his quirt along Akane's slit, which was slightly parted and leaking juice. He sawed the rough shaft back and forth along her delicate flesh, exerting enough upward pressure to press the leather deep into her cleft. Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane was in tears, sobbing and whimpering as Ranma wickedly adorned her plump bottom with a beautiful pattern of criss-cross welt. The wetness of her face, however, was mirrored by the wetness of her sex. The leather crop rubbing against it was generously doused by the testimonial of her arousal. It spread the love juices over the tiny expanse of skin that separated her slit from her rosebud. Akane was shivering in uncontrolled lust under those ministrations. Ranma could swear he saw the puckered ring of flesh of her anus throbbing, as if in anticipation. Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom T.H. Tiger Ranma worked the stiff quirt along Akane's slit for a few more seconds, and then reversed it. Holding it firmly in his hand, he placed the blunt end against her cunt, and applied mild pressure. "Your twat looks so lonely, Akane. How about I give it some company?" he taunted her. The expected happened; Akane tensed her muscles, which made it all the more humiliating for her when Ranma shoved the quirt home despite her best effort to resist. Leaving the quirt waggling in the air from Akane's twitching hips, he delved back into her goody box. He quickly sorted out a half dozen butt plugs of all different sizes. He winced at the sight of a particularly large one. He wasn't sure, but he thought Akane had once used that one on his girl side. He started to stand up, the big plug in his hand, when he spotted a brand new butt plug, still in its case. He raised an eyebrow as he read the description at the front of the box. "Now, what were you planning on doing with this, I wonder...?" he remarked, dangling the garishly decorated box in front of Akane. "An enema plug. 'Guaranteed to never leak, even if it's holding back a gallon of douche.' And what's this, it even comes with a heavy duty bag with quick connect connectors for fast easy applications...." Ranma made a big show of ripping open the box, and of ignoring Akane's remarks. A quick shuffle in the toy box supplied him with some lubrication, which he was generous with, sticking the tip right into Akane's tight little butt and squeezing in at least half the tube. After that, all that was left was to press the narrow tip of the thick plug against Akane's tight little anal ring. Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane let out a long and wordless exhalation of air, her lungs lengthily emptying, when Ranma inserted the handle of the quirt in her cunny. It was hard to tell if it was a sigh of humiliation, pain, or bliss, though. Probably all of them together. Akane was catching her breath as Ranma rummaged in her toys. Damn, it was bad enough Nabiki "borrowed" her things all the time, now it was Ranma's turn. Her eyes went wide when Ranma commented about her new acquisition. "Wha... it ain't for you!" she protested. It was the truth... she had bought it with the other fiancées in mind rather than Ranma-chan. The girls always had their little feud ongoing, which was more often than not resolved by screwing each other silly.... It was a bit of a competition as to whom would find the wickedest thing to do the three others. Akane had heavily fantasized about testing out the enema plug on Shampoo. Now, she was about to experience first-hand the novelty toy. She gritted her teeth as Ranma generously filled her smallest hole with lub. Then she whimpered when her fiancée began to ease the tip of the butt plug in her vulnerable asshole. Why that pervert! Couldn't he have just used his cock? Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom T.H. Tiger Ranma was a bit unsure as he pressed the plug against Akane's anal opening. It was pretty darn big, and her ass was so small. Only the memory of some of the larger ass-plugs in Akane's toy box kept him from giving up. Still, he listened carefully to Akane's invective. Looking for the tone of voice that would indicate she was in genuine distress. He didn't hear it, though he heard lots of other things as he forced the slick plastic inward, till the small ring of muscle finally allowed the largest part of the plug by, and snapped shut on the thinner than normal waist. The thick base kept her ass cheeks well spread, exposing her soaking cleft. He ran a finger through her slit and licked it. "Mmmmm, tasty. Just about ready to pop, ain't you?" With those words, Ranma left the room, carrying the attachments and accessories that had come with the enema plug. Ranma took his time going to the laundry room and filling up the bag that had come with the enema-plug. Knowing that Akane's anticipation of what he was going to do to her, besides the obvious, would likely exceed his own efforts. Akane might call him a pervert, but she had ideas that had never crossed his mind, lots of them. And was not shy about using them on his girl side, or on her rivals. Before he filled the bag, he added a pouch of chemicals that had come with it. They sterilized the water and added important trace elements that would keep the contents from doing harm to Akane's bowels. As he waited for the bag to fill, he glanced through the little pamphlet of instructions. He was reading the section on using wine instead of water when the bag finished filling. He gave a grunt as he lifted it out of the laundry sink. Dang, the thing must have at least two gallons in it. He referred to the book again. Ahh, here it was. Gravity feed only, not squeezing. It would drain into Akane till the pressure equalized and then stop. Also a warning against hanging it too far above her butt. Recommended height: a foot over her body. There was a table that showed pressure as related to height, but that was geek stuff so he ignored it. "Hi, miss me?" Ranma said to Akane as he entered the bedroom, the bag sloshing in one hand. He held it in front of her face and said "Just let me take care of this and then we can have some quality time." Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane was hanging. Literally. She was plain and simply simmering in a mix of need and anger as she waited for Ranma to come back from the laundry room. It was hard to say if she was wary or impatient of his return... even herself probably couldn't tell. Although the Tendô girl wasn't as allergic to teasing as Ukyô, her patience wasn't limitless. A flush of emotions (again, positive or negative, it was hard to say) ran through her body and mind when Ranma returned -- and showed her the result of his preparation. Her eyes crossed at the sight of the bag full of water. She was tempted for a half-second to pretend not knowing what it was, but renounced this. It would be too transparent. "Don't you dare get that thing ANYWHERE near my ass, or I'LL KILL YOU, you freak!" Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom T.H. Tiger "You mean you'll try..." Ranma said with a smirk. "As if a clumsy tomboy like you could manage it. But go ahead and try, It'll just give me a good excuse to rape the hell out of you again." he added. He knew disparaging her skills would enrage Akane, and that her libido was tied into her anger. This would have been very dangerous even for him if Akane had been free, and he had been a girl. More than once, Akane had proven that while in a white-hot rage she was more than capable of beating the crap out of him, and then raping the crap out of his girl side. That was not going to happen this time, however. All that anger would just make her all the more aware of how helpless she was, and play right into her rape fantasies. There were lots of convenient hooks and loops in Akane's ceiling, like the one her arms were secured to. Ranma used one to secure the large bag of water a foot above Akane's ass, and a couple of feet away. Next he detached the hose from the bottom of the bag and clicked it onto the enema plug sticking out of Akane's ass. This was not as easy as hanging the bag, as Akane was moving her ass as hard and as quick as she could manage to avoid it. He gave her welted rear a few hard smacks, more for the enjoyment than out of any expectation she'd settle down and let him hook her up. And she didn't. But the hook up was a pretty simple matter for one of his skill. He simply timed things right, and with a quick thrust clicked the two joints together. A metal clip on the plastic hose stopped any water from flowing just yet, and Ranma left that secured for the moment. Instead, he stepped up behind Akane and sheathed himself in her cunt with one hard long thrust. Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane whimpered, sobbed, and panted as Ranma worked on the sexual torture device. She knew that her efforts to squirm and wave her ass out of his grip were vain. Yet, she couldn't help but attempt the helpless resistance; doing anything else would be surrendering, accepting the rape, admitting she got her jollies of from the humiliation. And that, her mind would never allow it. Her body, though, was another matter. It was way too eloquent of her arousal and frustration. Ranma hadn't even really started the enema, but Akane's flesh was hot and prickly, shivering at the slightest contact. Her womanhood was puffy, dripping and thoroughly drenched... as Ranma got confirmation when he penetrated her anew, filling her passage with his male meat, encasing it in her quivering folds, that immediately hugged the hard rod and feverishly massaged the organ. "WHAAAAA!!!" Akane squealed, crying out like a fountain. "DADDY!! KASUMI!! HELP!!" Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom T.H. Tiger Ranma gave a "tcchhh" of annoyance at Akane's cries. He'd been expecting insults and general screams, and had not worried about them. Kasumi was the one who had filled in the blanks about Akane's character, and while she might publicly chide him for doing things to her before marriage, she not so secretly approved of them "playing" together. But, with Akane yelling for her specifically, Kasumi might feel obligated to come and check, which wasn't that bad a thing, actually. Ranma could have her strung up alongside her sister in a thrice. Kasumi might not have been into brutal rape like Akane, but she had her own kinks. No, Kasumi wasn't the problem. It was Sôun. Depending on his current location and state of horniness, he might ignore Akane's cry, if favor of continuing his chase of Genma, or he might ride to the rescue, which really meant punishing Ranma by insisting he turn into a girl. After which both Akane and Ranma-chan would likely get well serviced. Ranma had nothing against something like that happening in the right time and place, but at the moment he was fully into being a guy, not to mention fully into Akane. That was why he had pulled himself free of Akane's body almost before the "Daddy" was out of her mouth, and her cry of help was muffled as Ranma jammed his cock deep into her mouth and part way down her throat, shutting her up very effectively. "You are such a wimp, tomboy. Calling for help like a baby the second things get rough. I thought you'd have more honor than that." As he talked, Ranma forced his hips forward, slowly shoving the thick head of his cock further down Akane's throat, and allowing him to stretch his arm out far enough that he could to take hold of the small metal clip around the hose from the enema bag. The clip had several graduated settings, allowing a certain amount of control over the flow through the hose. Ranma adjusted it to the lowest setting. It would take a good long time for the water to fully flow into Akane's bowels. Which would end up allowing much more volume in the end, as it would be able to seep into her lower colon and intestines and fill them full. Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "Mmmmmhmhhh... grmmmpfff... mmmmhhhfff..." Those sounds were all that escaped from Akane's mouth. Ranma's hard bludgeon was spreading her cheeks and spearing her throat relentlessly, leaving her no choice but to suck on the large pacifier. It might sound like she was chocking, as an ordinary girl would probably, but Akane was still managing to keep breathing by her nose and to control her gag reflex. That was it! Ranma was brutally, savagely taking her face! At the same time, he was letting out a trickle of water from the devious torture device in her ass. She was tied up, raped, humiliated, submitted to the worst kind of abuse a woman could endure... all of this in the hands of her own fiancée.... Akane sobbed in bliss around Ranma's cock. Her eyes, full of tears of degradation, were also letting slip something else, an emotion she rarely allowed to show... ... pure, inebriated love. Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom T.H. Tiger For the moment, Ranma put all plans and other thoughts aside and simply enjoyed the feeling of Akane sucking on his dick. Her hot flesh was pulsing around his shaft, her tongue shoving against it in her usual struggle to push it out of her mouth. A technique that resulted in her blowjobs being every bit as intense as Shampoo in heat. As always with getting blown by Akane, there was the added pleasure of looking down at her face as he force-fed her his dick. It turned such wonderful shades of red as she rolled her eyes back to glare at him. He had his hands cupping her face, holding her steady as he pumped himself in and out of her mouth. His thumbs were jammed into the joints of her jaw, preventing her from biting. Not that Ranma had any real fear that Akane would bite his cock off. But he knew she would not enjoy the experience nearly as much if she had to hold back voluntarily. By forcing her jaw open, he helped her fantasy of being helpless and forced. As always, the knowledge that Akane was happy, in her own sick way, was enough to make him happy, and his cock was as hard and big as it ever got, forcing Akane's lips into a tight oval. Her spit coated his cock, and each inward stroke rubbed some off so soon it was dripping off her chin. Ranma enjoyed the sensation for a few minutes before asking. "So, how's it going, Tomboy? You filling up nicely?" Not that he gave her a chance to answer, that would have meant taking his cock out of her mouth, and he wasn't going to do that till he sprayed her tonsils with his jizm. Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane didn't respond immediately, having to descend a notch or two from her deep state of fetishist bliss. She blinked, and closed her eyes, as if to focus. When she opened them again, the emotion in them had muted into a semblance of boiling rage and anger. Her mouth and throat where forced to comply to the shape of Ranma's shaft, becoming a warm, slick sheath of female flesh around it, hugging it like a perfect glove. Her saliva glands were slobbering upon it, lubricating the male meat perfectly for when it plunged past her tonsils. Her throat quivered reflexively and squeezed the glans to the great pleasure of the boy. "MMmmgrrrrrkkkmmmpppfffff @#%€*$µ£~!!!" Whatever Akane could have been saying was lost to her fiancé. He had many talents, but had yet to become entirely fluent in Fellatese. Though the vibrations sent by Akane's vibrating glottis and squirming tongue against his sensitive organ were certainly a nice touch. Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom T.H. Tiger Ranma scrunched his eyes shut in delight, and to keep from blowing his load down Akane's throat. He wanted her well-filled at the other end before he added his load to her belly. For a few moments, he held himself buried so deep in Akane's throat that her nose was buried in his pubic hair. He knew that if he moved, her convulsing throat and busy tongue would bring him off. Akane was starting to look just a little blue when he finally pulled back enough to let her breath. He kept his hands firmly on the side of her face, holding her tightly so she could make no move of her own. He was the one in control here and he wanted her to be sure to know that. He was, at the moment, her lord and master. He wanted her to be a well broken-in little slut slave when he made his offer to the Gambling King. Of course the joke would be on the King; Akane's periods of submission were even shorter than her temper. Course, it wasn't as if the jerk had any chance of winning, so he wasn't going to have to face the consequences of Akane reasserting her usual violent tomboy personality. Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "Wwhhizzzzz... huuuuuuu... whhhhiiizzzzz..." Akane gulped long gout of air once Ranma freed her mouth from his manhood. Being forced to deep-throat a guy as endowed as her fiancé was still a hard thing to endure, even for a girl with as big a rape fetish as Akane. So, it took her some time to get back the full control of her stretched jaws and sore mouth. Once she did, though... "You fucking bastard! Why did you pull it out? Afraid I'd bit it off? Or are you getting limp? Boys are all the same... good for nothing after one or two shots! Damn, I'd be having more fun with the Hentai Horde... at least, they compensate clumsiness by number!" Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom T.H. Tiger Ranma let Akane rant, letting the familiar cadence of her insults wash over him. Once they might have hurt him, goaded him, but now he understood they were her idea of foreplay. Not that he wasn't above punishing her for them, that was the point after all. "You're such an idiot, Akane," Ranma said in a conversational tone. He took a good firm hold on the side of her face. "I had to take it out. So I could put it back in again." Ranma did just that, thrusting his hips forward before Akane could think to close her mouth. The head of his cock shoved aside her lips, and he winced slightly as he forced her jaw open, her teeth scrapping over his prick. He pressed the heel of his hands into her lower jaw, forcing it open. The plump head of his member hit the back of Akane's throat, and continued on, shoving deep into her throat. Ranma knew that if he could see it, he'd be able to see a noticeable bulge appearing in Akane's slim neck as she was forced to take him right in to the roots. Ranma dragged his cock almost all the way out of Akane's oral cavity, till only the tip was inside her lips, and then thrust deep into her again. Back and forth his cock moved, spearing Akane's vulnerable mouth and throat again and again. Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "Grmmfff... glurk... grlllarglll...." Akane gagged and groaned around Ranma's thick slab of meat, that forced her cute lips into the shape of a large, round hole. Her throat clamped around the manly sausage, reflexively trying to swallow it down to free up her stuffed passage. Her saliva glands involuntarily bathed the tasty flesh with drool, easing up its progress. Her tongue frantically tried to push it away, but was lacking any leverage of strength to do so, as Akane's mouth entirely filled with her fiancé's pride. Akane was desperately breathing by the nose, the musky scent of Ranma's arousal almost intoxicating her. Few of her regular lovers... hu... rapists dared raping her face as hard as Ranma. The Saotome boy was knowledgeable enough in the human (female) body to know just how far he could go, especially with Akane. The Fûrinkan boys never really dared this, probably fearing her retaliation... Ryôga was plain too big to fit the head of his cock past her throat... and even her daddy, for all his love of role-playing, could never bring himself to truly hurt his little girl. That left only that big pervert of an aquatranssexual she so much lov... despised to do a proper skull-fucking. Could life be any more unfair? Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom T.H. Tiger Ranma would have loved to spend the rest of the afternoon tormenting and fucking Akane, but he had a jerk to put in his place. So, instead of pulling out of Akane's mouth when he felt his balls starting to tingle, he kept right to skull-fucking her until he passed the point of no-return. That was when he pulled out of her mouth and quickly took hold of his cock as he came. A jet of sperm flew out the end and splattered across Akane's forehead. The next one hit to one side of her nose and the two after that decorated her cheeks with creamy jizm. "Ahhhh, I needed that..." Ranma said contentedly as he worked his fist back and forth on his softening cock, wringing every last drop of sperm out of it. As he did so he used the head to smear his sperm all over Akane's face, giving her a well-glazed look. He kept the fingers of his free hand tangled in her hair so she could not twist away from her make- up session. With a contented sigh, he finally stepped away from Akane and moved around her to check the progress of the enema that was slowly draining into her bowels. The bag was more than half-empty, and as he ran a hand over her tummy he could feel that it was slightly distended. "Not bad, but we can do better than that." he said as he reached up and took hold of the semi-deflated bag. Ignoring the warning he had read earlier read, he squeezed the bag, forcing the remaining contents into Akane's belly. With a normal girl this might have been seriously dangerous, but Ranma knew Akane was more than tough enough to take it, and enjoy doing it. In her own sick way. Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane stoically endured the facial bukkake her perverted fiancé gave her. She tried to express on her face the total disgust any good girl would logically feel from this. Though inwardly, she was disappointed Nabiki wasn't here to take the usual snapshots, or that there was no mirror where she could see how humiliated she looked. She couldn't keep her straight face when Ranma cruelly speeded up the enema by squeezing the bag. In fact, her startled yelp quickly turned into a screech of pain, as her innards where stuffed and stretched by the soapy water. She could feel her tummy bulging from the internal pressure. "AAAAHHH!!! NO! RANMA!! Please, stop that! I'll do anything you want! I'll be a good fiancée! I'll learn to cook! I'll try hard to lose weight! But please, stop torturing me!" Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom T.H. Tiger "Oh, I don't want you to do anything that hard." Ranma said. "I just want you to be a nice marker so I can lure that stupid fuck into a game of cards." Ranma unhooked the hose from the enema plug, and true to its brochure, the one way check valve kept everything inside. He extracted a pair of hobbles from Akane's goody bag. "Nothing like a big toy box." he muttered under his breath as he replaced the spreader bar with the hobbles, adjusted to allow Akane just enough slack to walk down the stairs. Finally, he slackened the rope pulling her wrists upward, allowing her to stand up for the first time in about half an hour. Her tummy bulged outward as if she were about five months pregnant. The sight gave Ranma a wistful feeling. Someday that would be a baby, and not just a belly full of water. His curse had made him a bit more sentimental in that regard than the typical male. The very last thing Ranma did was to place a collar on Akane and clicked a leash on to it. "So, should we go and see if we can get a game of cards going?" he asked rhetorically. Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane had her eyes tightly shut, which didn't stop the tears from flowing from it, though, and was biting her lower lips, which gave her a grimacing face. Her legs wobbly, she was doing her best to stay upright while holding up the water distending her insides... inside. When Ranma talked, she glanced at him and at the leash he was putting around her neck. That was it; not content just with raping her and degrading her, no he was treating her like a dog... like his bitch. That evil, freaky, perverted, despicable... bastard. No words would ever express how much she hated him. "Whhaaaaaa...!" she whined. "Please, Ranma... I'll do what you want... I'll bet that weirdo old foggy... I'll even fuck him if you ask... but please, let me use the bathroom first!" Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom T.H. Tiger Ranma was not a sadist. In fact, in some ways he was a bit of a masochist, though not really in the normal sense. He had simply been brought up to believe that if you were doing a physical activity, and it didn't hurt, at least a little, you weren't doing it hard enough, or it was a waste of time. Due to the fragility, in Ranma's view, of the local girls, that meant he never really went all out when having sex as a guy. Only as a girl did this attitude get full rein, when Ranma-chan got off on being fucked as brutally as possible. In any case, Ranma's natural inclination would have been to let Akane relieve herself. Except, this was far from his first session with her. He knew exactly what would happen if he did. Tons of verbal abuse telling him that not only was he a pervert, he was a gutless pervert who didn't have the balls to carry through, and so on, and on, and on. Akane got downright pissy when she didn't get the abuse she was looking forward to. So, knowing Akane got off on the treatment, and would be most unhappy if he eased off (once again he thanked Kasumi for her lecture), he had no problem saying: "Suffer, slut. I like you just the way you are." Then, holding her leash right next to the collar, so he could give her some support without seeming to, he forced her out the door of her bedroom and toward the stairs. "Oh, and don't worry about making a mess for Kasumi to clean up. That thing you got for my girl-side is guaranteed not to leak, or you get your money back." Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "Aaaaaahhh!! No, please, Ranma!" Akane croaked as she was forced to move, however slow it was because of the hobbles, with her distended belly. "Don't make me do that!" For once, she was hoping that she bought faulty material, and that the plug would give up on the strain despite what Ranma said. But this was unlikely; as frequent customers, she and family always got the best bargain from the sex-shop owners. "It-it wasn't for your girl side," she protested, "it was for Shampoo!" Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom T.H. Tiger "Nope, you mean it wasn't for my girl side, till you got pissed enough at me to use it on her...." Ranma corrected her. He didn't seem to be upset over it. It was part of the trade off that came from pushing the limits. Sometime you gave the shaft, sometimes you got the shaft. It all made you better in the end. For a brief moment Ranma imagined Shampoo in Akane's get up, her belly swollen from a large enema, but quickly erased that from his mind. Shampoo liked her sex hard for sure, but she wasn't like Akane who got off on demeaning rapes. She had her own set of kinks and motivations, though she did have a bit of a slave complex. Still... Ranma mused, maybe he wouldn't warn her about Akane's latest toy. It might be fun to rescue her. Even as he thought this, Ranma used his firm grip on Akane's leash to march her over to the top of the stairs. "Careful now," he ordered, as he forced Akane forward. Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "No, no, no, NO, NO!!!" Akane stubbornly repeated, pulling on her leash and clenching her painfully filled insides, not moving much. "I ain't going nowhere until you let me use the bathroom, you freak!" she protested, her previous temporary bout of submissiveness apparently forgotten. "Your Betting Duke can't be as perverted as you! Nobody is!" she tried to argue. "How can you be sure he'd have any interest in a slave ready to burst?!" Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom T.H. Tiger "It ain't that I think he's interested in this sort of thing. I just want to show you off at your smuttiest. Show him you're someone he can do anything to. Course, that's just to lure him in. Ain't like he's got a chance at beating me at cards. Now, come on." Ranma stepped down one step and forced Akane forward. She could either step down as well, or fall down. He was ready to catch her if she did, and whale the hell out of her ass for making him do it. Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane made a strangled whisper, deep in her throat, and cast Ranma another of her patented glare. Still, she ceased to resist and let him guide her down the stairs, waddling like a stuffed turkey. Akane was shuddering and sweating, and not solely in discomfort. Her embarrassment and shame were reaching their apex. Ranma certainly knew that the one thing that his fiancée REALLY objected at, and not just for show, was outdoor sex or public display. Despite all her other kinks, the idea that people could caught them doing the nasty was making her way too nervous. Regular lovers watching, she didn't mind so much, but she hated doing a show for strangers. And that was exactly what Ranma suggested she'd do, and for the sake of some old, teen-molesting pervert to boot! Ooooh... she hated the Baka so much! Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom T.H. Tiger While making a show of being rough and uncaring, Ranma helped Akane safely navigate the stairs. At the same time he strained his senses in order to pick up the presence of anyone unexpected. Not a foolproof plan by any means considering the number of times he'd been surprised, but focused as he was he was pretty sure he could get Akane to the dojo without anyone unwanted seeing them, or more importantly Akane. This had seemed like a good idea at the time, do Akane up as prime lure bait for that pervert King, so he wouldn't be able to resist Ranma's challenge to gamble. But now that it was coming down to crunch time Ranma found the thought of displaying Akane, offering her to someone else, disgusting. She was his, fuck it. He ignored the fact that Akane had welcomed more dicks between her legs than Ranma had seen in a dozen different shower rooms. In his present frame of mind, he was focused on the concept that Akane was his personal property. Just like Ukyô and Shampoo to a lesser extent. No doubt part of this was due to his recent foray into being a Master. Ranma tended to get fully into whatever he was pretending to be. One reason he, or rather she, had ended up on her back under several guys at one time or another. He suppressed the urge to take Akane back upstairs, rescue Ukyô by force, and then spend the rest of the day and night screwing them both bowlegged. That wouldn't solve the problem of the deed. He was honor bound to recover it. So, biting the bullet, he half lead, half dragged Akane toward the exit. Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane had made it down the stairs, but she looked quite flustered by the efforts. She was gritting her teeth and stubbornly refusing to protest anymore, but her legs were quite shaky, and the enema was really making her look bloated and uncomfortable. Ranma's prudent scanning proved to be a rather good idea, however. Although he could tell with little doubt that the way to the dojo should be free, he felt a menacing presence steadily coming back. A fatherly, vengeful, ultra-protective-of-his-innocent-daughters presence that inspired image of a demon head lashing out with one freaky tongue.... Re: Place Your Bets - in the Bedroom T.H. Tiger Ranma went pale, and suddenly started hurrying Akane toward the outside door. He had to get her in the dojo before her dad got here. From the feel of his aura, Pop had gotten away from him. Not surprising, Genma was about as slippery as it was possible to get when it came to avoiding trouble. He needed to win the Dojo back quick, before Akane's dad decided that to sell him, or rather her, off to the highest bidder to buy it back. [TO BE CONTINUED IN THREAD 3]