RANMA HENTAI RPG, THE HENTAI REALITY – 15: thread 3

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Compilation and proofreading by St Fan


[CONTINUED FROM THREAD 1 & 2]

Place Your Bets - converging threads

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

Nabiki's plan to keep her "involvement" with Bakuchi-Ô King hidden was 
unfortunately compromised by the tight schedule she was under.

The leering, bearded man was still pumping like mad into the middle 
Tendô daughter's tender cunny when Ranma made his hurried return.  The 
King was huffing like a raging bull as he used his grip on Nabiki's nice 
legs to pull her unto his shaft.  Lifting her back from the floor with 
his wild thrusts into her wet pussy, he was sending violent shakes 
through her whole body, making her breasts gainax wildly.

So, when the pigtailed boy opened the door, dragging Akane with him, it 
was to find a naked, sweaty Ukyô sitting on the floor... and a naked, 
sweaty Nabiki speared by an old pervert.

Akane, despite the discomfort of her bondage and torturing setup, gasped 
at the sight.  Getting very red in the face and making a gritting sound 
with her teeth, she exploded:

"Whaaa... WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY SISTER, YOU RAPIST FREAK!!  UNHAND 
HER AT ONCE OR I'LL KILL YOU DEADER THAN DEAD!!!"


Re: Place Your Bets - converging threads

ray_rcz

Ukyô walked over to the raving Akane carefully.  "Relax, Akane-chan.  
Nabiki is just stalling for time 'interviewing' for a position.  There 
is nothing to worry about."  Then, noticing Ranma was also in the room, 
Ukyô flung herself at him.

"Oh Ran-chan, it was awful.  This old man used me repeatedly as if I 
were his private sex toy!" Ukyô blubbered.  "I told him that I only 
belong to you..."

'... at least on a permanent basis.' she thought to herself.  "But he 
said he was going to show me what a REAL man can do!  He thinks he's 
better than you!!"

That should do it, she thought.  Any minute now, Ranma was going to 
avenge her honor on this wicked perverted man and win back her freedom!


Re: Place Your Bets - converging threads

T.H. Tiger

Ranma had come a long way from the boy who shied away from close contact 
with even fully-clothed girls.  He wrapped an arm around Ukyô's shoulder 
while the other hand cupped her bottom.  "Don't worry, U-chan, I'm going 
to fix his wagon.  When I'm done with him he won't be hurting any more 
helpless girls."  His hand clenched tightly on Ukyô's ass cheek, pulling 
her hard against him.

He looked over his shoulder at the King with his best glower.  "You!  I 
got business with you."  He gently shoved Ukyô to the side and faced the 
King.  His fingers crooked and his knuckles cracked as he glared at the 
King, his pose all outraged heroic champion.

His finger's darted into his pants pocket and with a flash he produced a 
deck of cards.  "I challenge you."  His face relaxed into a confident 
smirk.


Re: Place Your Bets - converging threads

Karin Kitsune

'Your timing is impeccable, Ranma....' Nabiki mentally berated between 
moans, a part of her in the lust as she cooed for his royal lowness.

"Can't you see we are busy, Ranma?" she finally spurted.  "I don't 
bother you..." she added, which was an outright lie and she knew it.  
But she had to either speak in defense or let the King end their 
interview a little to soon for her liking.


Re: Place Your Bets - converging threads

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

Bakuchi-Ô King was grunting and bellowing like a horny beast as he 
speared Nabiki's wet cunt relentlessly.  He sputtered and drooled while 
making obscene sounds deep in his throat.  His thick shaft plunged into 
the young girl's twat without missing a break.  His short, thick-boned 
body was sweating profusely from the exertion.  His manly sausage was 
throbbing and swelling in Nabiki's slick sheath, clueing the mercenary 
that he was ready to spurt his money shot.

All in all, he was royally ignoring Ranma, who soon began to feel quite 
silly in his pose.  It was hard to tell if it was intentional snubbing, 
or if the King was merely too focused on the hot chick he was screwing 
to notice the pigtailed boy.

"RANMA..." Akane growled, shifting uncomfortably in her bonds.  "Are you 
going to just watch like a disgusting peeping tom while my sister is 
getting raped, or are you going to finally help her and beat up that 
freak?!"


Re: Place Your Bets - converging threads

T.H. Tiger

Ranma had several problems.  First, to beat up the King, he'd have to 
look at his disgusting naked body.  He'd slowly grown accustomed, and 
could even appreciate the body of a well-toned male martial artist, 
letting enough of his girl-side surface to do so.  But the King was 
anything but well-toned, even if he was moderately well hung and seemed 
to have surprising stamina.

'Get lost!' Ranma mentally told Ranma-chan as she inserted her ten-yen's 
worth.  Ranma wasn't a mental case, but with a curse like his a certain 
amount of split personality was bound to happen, especially as he was 
fairly hetero in both forms.

Ranma's next problem was the fact that beating the crap out of the King 
was what had landed them in this situation in the first place.  Ranma 
needed to beat him at his own game.

His last problem was that Nabiki didn't seem to be minding the 
attention, and coming between Nabiki and personal pleasure was something 
Ranma never wanted to do again.  He shuddered at the memory of what had 
happened during the week after he accidentally destroyed her concert 
tickets.  He, or rather she, hadn't been able to walk right for ages.  
To this day she wasn't sure how many guys had fucked her.

So, unable to comply with Akane's request, Ranma reacted in a typical 
Ranma way.  "Leave the planning to someone who knows what they're doing, 
tomb... slut slave!" he snapped.


Re: Place Your Bets - converging threads

Karin Kitsune

Ranma had used his brains for once by not coming between her and pure 
pleasure.  Nabiki moaned lustfully to the king, her climax rising with 
his.  Yet she held it back, so they both could explode at the same time.  
Then, while he would pant and pop another one of his miracle pills, she 
would stand up as if nothing happened and give Ranma the deed to the 
dojo.


Re: Place Your Bets - converging threads

ray_rcz

Ukyô pouted a bit as she watched Akane get more attention than she did.  
Although she had no doubt about who the superior fiancée was, it was 
good for her to occasionally put Akane in her place to let her know 
that.

"Ran-chan, you aren't going to offer Akane up to pay the debt, are you?  
That's not even enough for my old cart!"


Re: Place Your Bets - converging threads

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

"Why you...!" Akane growled, glaring alternatively at Ukyô and Ranma.  
It was hard to tell who she was the most furious with, her fiancé or her 
fiancé's other fiancée.  Though Ukyô's unflattering appraisal of her 
"worth" certainly wasn't making her happy.  She wanted to make some 
scathing comments to U-chan about her lack of dress and how slutty she 
looked, her holes still dripping sperm on the dojo's floor from her 
recent romp with the King.  Yet, considering Akane's own current apparel 
and posture, she could tell the usual insults would feel a bit weak.

"HU!  *grunt* HAN!  ARGH!  *gasp* Huuuu... *sigh*"

Bakuchi-Ô King, oblivious to the bickering teenagers not far away, kept 
pounding enthusiastically into Nabiki's heavenly snatch.  The moans of 
the wanton girl, and the skilled massage her cunt was giving to his hard 
rod, were bringing him over the edge.  With a long, obscene, strangled 
grunt coming from deep in his throat, he rammed forward a last time in 
Nabiki's hot body.  Filling her love tunnel to the brink with turgid 
male meat, he kept the position, shivering from head to toes, tightening 
the grasp of his hands on her scrumptious thighs.  His bearded face was 
twisted in a grotesque grimace of ultimate bliss, mouth open and eyes 
fixing the ceiling.  His royal scepter, deeply imbedded inside Nabiki's 
loins, began firing its seed by long, gooey spurts, generously coating 
her womb.

Now that the King and the mercenary were reaching their climax, Ranma 
could think for a second that maybe his challenge would now be answered.  
However, this hope was crushed when suddenly, a very threatening aura 
overwhelmed his senses.  Glancing around, the Saotome boy and his 
fiancées discovered with horror a huge, ghostly face wearing a samurai 
helmet was occupying most of their vision field.  Its dark, shadowed 
eyes momentarily fixated on a sweating Akane.  A naginata, brandished 
with expert skill, went down and cleanly cut off the corset-like binder 
that was keeping her arms tied behind her back.

Then, the visage suddenly turned demonic, with blue skin, bulging 
bloodshot yellow eyes and a darting, serpent-like tongue, and it 
confronted Ranma.

"RAAAAANNMMAAAAAA--KUUUUNN!!!  WHAT HAVE DONE WITH TO MY PRECIOUS BABY 
GIRL??!!  AND HOW DARE YOU STAND AND DO NOTHING WHILE MY OTHER PRECIOUS 
DAUGHTER IS VIOLATED??!!"

Akane knew at this point that Ranma would be spewing his usual lame 
excuses at her father, but she doubted it would placate the quite irate 
Sôun by now.  Deeming that her pervert of a fiancé was taken care of, 
she focused on the other pervert in the room.

"LET MY SISTER ALONE, YOU DIRTY, SLIMY FREAK!"

Doing her trademark Low-Earth-Orbit kick, Akane cleanly nicked the 
unsuspecting Gambling King in the chin.  He was still squirting in 
Nabiki's pussy at the time, so when he took of the air, doing yet 
another hole in the dojo's roof, he was followed by a trail of white, 
glistening droplets.  "I'll be baaaaack...." his voice echoed, quickly 
receding in volume as he flew farther and farther.

"URK!"

Akane turned quite green and reflexively clutched her stomach after 
that.  Doing such a kick with her innards distended by the enema wasn't 
the wisest thing to do.  A hand firmly tugged on her bottom, as if 
fearing the butt-plug wouldn't help, she precipitately scrambled out of 
the dojo, waddling like a duck, desperately hoping to reach the restroom 
in time.


Re: Place Your Bets - converging threads

ray_rcz

Ukyô watched as Akane waddled away and Ranma feebly protested his 
"innocence" to Sôun.  Ukyô took the opportunity to put her clothes back 
on and think of a plan.  This might be a chance to get some quality time 
away with Ranma as well as think of a way to get out of whatever she 
owed the King.

"Ranma," she whispered to him, "why don't we go to my restaurant so 
things can cool down a bit?"  Then as an afterthought: "I'll make you 
something to eat when we get there."


Re: Place Your Bets - converging threads

T.H. Tiger

For all his normal brashness, Ranma had no defense against Sôun's demon-
head attack.  Likely because most times he was feeling a certain amount 
of guilt over his actions, which he was hiding because guys never 
admitted to that sort of thing.  Sôun's attack always seemed to bring 
those feelings to the top of his mind and made it impossible to fight 
back the way he could against his pop's accusations.

Mind you, Genma's accusations were usually bullshit.

So his reply to Sôun's demand was pretty much inarticulate babbling.  "I 
didn't... I was just trying... Nabiki was... Akane was just...."


Re: Place Your Bets - converging threads

Karin Kitsune

Nabiki looked to him as her name was spoken.  Her father, who had a 
piece of them all, would know she was only trying to help them, so Ranma 
blaming her would not cut the slack of the attack.  Nor would blaming 
Akane.  She smirked to this and innocently looked to her dad.  "You're 
not gonna buy it, are you, daddy?" she said, half-thinking of following 
Akane, or take up the invitation with U-chan and help Ranma to train for 
winning back the dojo.


Place Your Bets - diverging threads

St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block

Ranma's stuttering pleas, not surprisingly, did nothing to appease the 
raging demon-dad.  Still blowing smoke and howling like a devil hound 
from the Nine Hells, the Tendô father unleashed his fury on his youngest 
daughter's fiancé.

"YOU'RE NOT GOING TO PUT A FOOT AGAIN IN THIS HOUSE UNTIL YOU'VE GOTTEN 
BACK THE DEED, DO YOU HEAR ME!?  GET IT BACK, AND GET IT BACK NOW!!"

This was the ultimatum that Ranma heard as he flew through the same hole 
in the roof as did the King previously, and into Nerima's night sky, 
thanks to Sôun's KAPOO-WIE (or, in the local vernacular, LEO Kick).

The somber, samurai-armor-clad head of family then sent a dark glare 
toward Ukyô.  But the hastily-clothed girl had already taken the hint, 
and was scurrying away in hope of catching up with Ranma during his re-
entry, and probably tend his wounds.

Sôun's rather stern demeanor melted quickly once he faced Nabiki, 
however.  Seeing his precious daughter naked, flushed and leaking cum 
from that disgusting old man, her burst into tears.

"WHHAAAAAA!!!  Nabiki-chan, please forgive me!  It's all Ranma's fault 
if you've had to endure the obscene pawing of that dojo-stealer!  He 
will be severely punished for that!  Are you all right, my little girl?"


[TO BE CONTINUED IN THREADS 4 & 5]