RANMA HENTAI RPG, THE HENTAI REALITY – 16: thread 5 > http://groups.yahoo.com/group/RanmaHentaiRPG1/ Compilation by St Fan [CONTINUED FROM THREAD 3] All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block The King only cackled louder when Ranma-chan's bounties came into view. But rather than letting this distract him, he just redoubled his efforts. "You're one stubborn, slippery little thing, aren't you? Well, far from my intent to go against your natural leaning. In fact, I think this isn't *slippery* enough yet. You never can go wrong with MORE lubricant, ain't it true?" While Ranma-chan was battling three of the tentacles, the fourth one was just resting on the floor, as if broken or dysfunctional. Not that such an obvious trick like playing possum could have easily caught Ranma-chan unaware; she was fairly used to multiple opponents or misdirection during a fight. But when the King pushed a button, the result was unexpected. The limp tentacle suddenly jerked, and from the tip shot a long spurt of some greasy liquid. The splash created a puddle right at Ranma's feet... and the stuff proved to be some kind of oil, making the floor of the dojo dangerously slippery, indeed. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan T.H. Tiger Ranma had a fatal weakness. A need for good traction in order to function at full potential. This had shown up the few times she'd ended up on ice, but most times she was able to gain all the traction she needed on whatever surface was available. This oil, however, was even worse than ice. Not only did it make the floor slippery, but it clung to her feet, and created an oil-on-oil surface that had nearly a zero friction coefficient. Ranma went down, hard. She rolled over and tried to get her feet and hands under herself, but only ended up slipping and landing face down on the floor. All her efforts accomplished was to coat her body in a thin film of glistening oil. Not only did it keep her from getting to her feet, it kept her from being able to hold on to anything in order to pull herself up. Her hands grabbed hold of a tentacle, but slipped off as soon as it moved. But Ranma was not one to give up. She analyzed the situation at lightning speed. If she was too slippery to stand, she was also too slippery to be grabbed, as long as she didn't have anything on her body that someone could get a grip on. Currently her hair and clothes offered potential handles. She couldn't, and wouldn't, do anything about her hair, but the clothes were another matter. The slipped out of her shirt, and pushed her pants off her legs, her boxers going with them. She slipped and slid on the floor, completely nude, except for a generous coating of oil. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block The tentacles that were trying to catch Ranma-chan sure helped with her tactical strip-tease; whenever they got a grip on shirt arm or pants legs, she used this to slip out of the garment. The King wasn't much disappointed by this turn of event, however. "AH AH AH AH! Thank you, those rags were getting annoying, indeed! That is very nice of you to remove them, Queenie. Now, stand still that I get a good look at your game!" Bakuchi-Ô King rolled toward Ranma on his mecha-throne. Since it was moving with tank-like tracks, leaving deep mark in the tender wood of the floor of the dojo, it had no traction problem. The tentacles were slightly disadvantaged by the shiny coating of oil over Ranma's nude, pink, scrumptious body. But since they were each trying to coil themselves several times around whatever member they could catch, they had still a good chance to secure a strong hold, unless Ranma-chan resorted to tricks worthy of a true contortionist. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan T.H. Tiger What Ranma should have done was back off and away, using the Saotome Secret Technique. There was no way the guys surrounding her would be able to hold on to her greased body. But she was too mad, and the King was too much of a limp dick. She'd never live down running away from someone like him. So, Ranma continued to dodge and wiggle away from the tentacles, until the inevitable happened. One of them circled a narrow ankle, and she could not pull her leg free. Before she could think of an alternative form of attack or evasion, she was hoisted high into the air and left dangling with her hands trailing a foot off the ground. She bent double and reached for the ceiling, thinking to gain some measure or traction in that manner. But another tentacle circled around both her wrists and clamped them painfully together. They dragged her upper torso back down and she was stretched out with one leg high in the air, and the other kicking out ineffectively against the last two tentacles. It took a few minutes, she wiggled real good, but eventually the last ankle was caught and she was left hanging upside down, her legs spread wide. All she could do at that point was glare at the King, her eyes promising many and varied punishments. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Bakuchi-Ô King let out his trademark cackle at seeing the redhead getting entangled in those mechanical arms. He'd have to congratulate the inventor of this nightmarish machine, it truly was a work of art. "That's very nice of you to have let it caught you with only three tentacle, little missy. Don't worry, the fourth one will certainly not be wasted, OHOHOHOHOHOHO!" Flicking another switch, some kind of electronic visor came out of the armrest of the throne and positioned itself before the right eye of the mad gamer. The fourth tentacle then hovered between him and Ranma-chan. There was no mistake possible as to where it was aimed exactly, since from its tip emanated a red laser-pointer, that illuminated Ranma-chan's vulnerable pussy. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan T.H. Tiger Ranma went just a little bit pale when she spotted the King's targeting system, aiming at her delicate bits. But the thought of begging or pleading for mercy never crossed her mind. "What a wimp!" she sneered. "Can't get it up yourself, so you use toys instead. Did you need to get your mommy to hold it for you went you needed to take a piss?" While she talked, Ranma squirmed, her oiled body gleaming in the light and her breasts heaving and bouncing from her motions. Her struggles were so violent that the tentacles holding her swayed in the air and the laser pointer from the one free tentacle wavered all over her belly, drawing an abstract design in red light as it tried to center on her center. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Bakuchi-Ô King grimaced, but it was more out of annoyance from the attempt at aiming right than for Ranma's remark. She was a little bit in a bad position to make her sarcasm worth noticing. "You'll feel my manly scepter soon enough, young slave, don't worry about it. But I have first to loosen you up a little before the main event... indeed, my prideful mast is was too thick for you such a petite, fragile thing as you. You'll need some preparation before even hoping welcoming the royal head in your folds...." Back to business, the King manipulated once again the controls. The two tentacles holding Ranma-chan's legs pulled them further apart, almost forcing her to do the split, and seriously limiting her squirming. It also opened up her sex wider for everybody to see. The seeking, mechanical member had no trouble realigning with it after that. The laser-beam illuminated the depths of Ranma's womanhood with a red glow. She could almost swear that she felt it heating inside her vagina, though it was probably her imagination. What she didn't imagine, though, was the sensation of a cold, smooth, bulbous metallic head on the outer lips of her cursed female sex, forcing the upper labia to open a bit more. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan T.H. Tiger "Ackk!" Ranma squawked in protest as she felt her outer lips being pried open by the unrelenting pressure of the tentacle tip. She twisted her head up to watch in disbelief as the large object started to worm its way into her belly. The targeting light was still lit, and the flesh of Ranma's crotch was flushed and slightly translucent from the inner glow the ravaging metal monster was generating. Ranma pulled with all her might against her bonds, but every inch they shifted just snapped back into place as soon as she relaxed. About all her efforts accomplished was to drive herself against the plunging roto-rooter of a tentacle. Ranma let her head fall back with a gurgle as three inches of very thick articulated metal forced its way between her legs. "Oh, oh, shit, damn, too big, too fucking big!" she protested inarticulately. The room and everyone in it had pretty much vanished from Ranma's consciousness. All she was focusing on at this moment was the ache between her legs as her flesh was forced open far wider than most cocks could possibly manage. Deep in her mind was a determination that she would not be beaten. She might have lost the battle, and there was no way she could keep that thing out of her belly, but the war was still going on, and she was not going to let the King turn her into a fuck slut. Of course, the rape was only a few seconds old at this point. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "Aaaaall riiiiiight..." Bakuchi-Ô King cooed, sounding quite pleased. He chugged some kind of blue pills, before making tiny adjustment to the settings of his rape-machine. Among other things, it brought the upside-down Ranma-chan closed to him, until she was basically hovering above the rotund man's lap. "Now, to set this on automatic pilot. Please, don't hesitate to mention me if the pace isn't good enough. I can always increase it a notch or two...." he said with fake concern in his voice. The rhythm of the tentacle thrusting in Ranma's snatch, however, was nowhere slow. It wasn't thrusting so fast as to hurt her, but it certainly was giving her pussy a good pounding, ramming in until she was stuffed up to the cervix, before emptying the vagina until only the head was still in. The speed was not above what some energetic pervert could attain, but this mechanical fucker was certainly never tiring. Now that he had brought the red-hot redhead close enough, the leering King reached out with his hands and pawed Ranma's breasts, his fat fingers digging into the pliant mammary skin, pulling up an handful of flesh on either side, and then twisting and twirling them, as if wanting to make sure they were natural and didn't come off. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan T.H. Tiger "You are so dead...." Ranma groaned, her face twisting up as the King abused her tender tits. Despite her words, Ranma was in no position to carry out that threat. Her arms and legs were held, literally, in an iron grip. And the red- nosed tentacle was busy blazing a trail deep into her belly, rattling her mind and making it hard to focus on anything other than the physical sensations she was feeling. What little though she could spare was focused on watching and waiting for an opening. Her body was running on autopilot, her pelvic muscles squeezing in a manner guaranteed to get off any pervert worthy of the name in seconds. She'd had lots of practice doing so. Guys, other than freaks like Ryôga, tended to go all weak in the knees after spilling their cum, making them vulnerable to a good counterattack on her part. Unfortunately, she might as well have just laid there and let herself be reamed like a blow-up sex doll for all the good her efforts did. The metal tentacle was not susceptible to her feminine whiles. It continued to work at its programmed pace, the relentless pumping stroking a fire in Ranma's loins. Ranma had taken to heart too well the old adage about enjoying rape when inevitable. Her body was well trained to take pleasure where and when it could in these sort of situations; that was proving a humiliating liability at the moment. Her hips shook and bucked to the limit her bonds allowed as she was pushed ever closer to an unwanted orgasm. And in the meantime, her eyes were soon focusing on the fat oozing cock jutting out from the King's middle, only a few inches away from her face. Like a bird facing a snake she was hypnotized by the unblinking stare of the predator in front of her. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block The King was sometimes leaving Ranma's bouncy knockers to stroke his meat. He wasn't missing were Ranma's eyes were stuck. Grinning, he had the mechanical arms lower her a little. Since the tentacle that had been screwing her pussy was making he whole body shake, Bakuchi-Ô decided to stop it from moving. The metallic cock, however, stayed imbedded in Ranma-chan's wet, dripping snatch, keeping it quite full. "Now, now, little girl, is a good time for you to start apologizing to me. After having tricked me so cruelly, you should consider using your foul mouth for something more constructive than insults. Then, I could feel a little more forgiving toward your wickedness... just like I did with your little friend Kuonji...." The bearded man pushed his fat prick in Ranma-chan's face, stroking her cheeks with bulbous head and leaving some trails of pre-cum on her skin. Not forcing it between her lips, but not pulling it back either, the man then renewed molesting the redhead's breasts, mercilessly pulling on the nipples as to bring them close enough from his mouth to kiss and lick the fleshy tit-tips. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan T.H. Tiger Ranma was trying to ignore the feelings coming from her well-stuffed pussy. She was having some success in this regards due to the fact that she'd been filled fuller on previous occasions, and that was not even taking into consideration those times where all three holes were filled. Speaking of getting other holes filled, she had her lips clenched tightly and was twisting her head as much as possible to avoid any chance that the King would slip his disgusting fat piece of rancid meat into her mouth. Of course her real fear, and the one that she wouldn't even admit to herself, was that if he did she'd like the taste. It was a terrible thing for someone like her to admit, someone who was a boy most of the time, but her girl taste buds adored the taste of male meat and male juices. The only times she'd not enjoyed the taste was those when some dirty, literally, thug had shoved his unwashed meat into her mouth. But, as long as the guy bathed on a regular basis, and what Japanese male didn't, she found the taste delightful. Deep inside, she knew that the King likely tasted just as good as any of the other guys who had taken her mouth, but as long as she could prevent him from doing it she could go on fooling herself that he would taste horrible. She wished she could do the same things in regards to his mouth and tongue. Her breasts were aching with pleasure, and a little pain from his ministrations, her nipples erect little nubs and her mammaries swollen with lust. Her hips twisted, causing the tentacle in her pussy to twist slightly, making her even hornier. She wasn't even shouting insults at the King by this point, not wanting to take any chance she'd end up gagged in the usual manner -- much the way Akane currently was by Hiroshi, she couldn't help but notice as her twisting brought her eyes in line with some of the other activities going on around her. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block It would have been easy for the King to pry open Ranma's jaws, and fill the redhead's mouth with his fat, turgid penis. But, as egotist and delusional he was, he still wasn't crazy enough to risk his manly scepter between the teeth of a girl he wasn't sure to have entirely broken. Ukyô had quickly shown her true colors and behaved like a slave slut, but this one was still too defiant for his tastes. Of course, that never meant he would renounce abusing of her young, plush, sexy body. It's just that he preferred to postpone the fellatio until she was properly tamed, and started calling him master. Which, evidently, would be soon. After having left several hickeys and even slight bite marks on Ranma's succulent breasts, Bakuchi-Ô licked his lips and leered at the nubile young woman at his mercy. He felt what could be akin to a pang of jealousy for the tentacle plowing her sex. But still, this setup cost him lots of money; he wanted to make good use of it. Decisions, decisions.... "Now, my sweetie, what do you think of it...? Which one of your nice, snug holes should I plunder first with my kingly rod? Come on, I'm sure you have an opinion about this...." Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan T.H. Tiger Ranma squirmed as her breasts were molested, but all that did was rub the King's face into their succulent softness and nothing toward getting them out of reach of his sloppy mouth. So she wasn't in the best of moods when he put his, likely rhetorical, question to her. "Kingly?" Ranma said is a scoffing tone, though with a hint of strain. Having a metal tentacle jammed down your hoo-haw will do that to you. "As if, I've seen better. Hell, I can't remember the last time I've seen worse." That was a bit unfair. While the King was not as endowed as some, say Sasuke, he was above average. At least by national standards. You couldn't prove that by Ranma, mind you. Based on her experience he was maybe a little below average. Normally she'd have zero interest in where he'd choose to stick his so-called Kingly rod, as it didn't present the least challenge to her. But fuck it, those stupid tentacles of his had gotten her motor into high gear, and then stalled her there. She was in desperate need of a good seeing too. Not that she'd ever admit such a thing. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block The King let out another of his mad cackle. "Hoooo, you have about as much a dirty mouth as my other slave, Kuonji. I'll greatly, greatly enjoy breaking you, my little toy. Too bad your 'brother' is not here to watch your humiliation...." Bakuchi-Ô now stopped molesting Ranma-chan with his wandering hands, to get back to the control of the tentacles. He worked them shortly as to change her position, but it was a bit difficult to obtain such precise movement from the mechanical arms. In result, Ranma was a bit jostled around, her arms pulled up, and her legs pulled further apart. The one fake penis sticking in her pussy wiggled a bit too, to accommodate the new orientation. After a slightly disorienting turnaround, Ranma was finally no longer upside-down, but facing away from the King with a pair of tentacles holding her knees high and apart. The redhead's bottom now hovered above the gambler's lap. The new position had the advantage of less blood flooding Ranma's head. However, more blood was flooding the King's prick, the throbbing organ pointing straight up at the close-by cleft of her ass. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan T.H. Tiger "Aawww, shit!" Ranma swore. A rather pointed comment considering where the King's scepter was pointing. What was it with guys and her ass? Sure it was "fine", the best in fact, but her pussy was prime real estate as well. Yet, time after time, guys zeroed in on the little starfish guarding her colon. She clenched her ass in reflex, but with how wide the tentacles were spreading her legs, it didn't do a damn bit of good, and only served to make her all the more aware of the tentacle plundering her front entrance. Looking down, easy to do as her body was canted slightly forward, Ranma blanched a little as she saw a slight red-glow shining through her belly. The tentacle's targeting light was still on, and right now it was indicating just how deep up in Ranma's belly it was. As if the slight tubular bulge running from her pelvic arc to her belly button wasn't indication enough. Thank Kami-sama the thing wasn't as thick as Sasuke's monster, or she'd really be in trouble. There seemed to be a slight glitch in the tentacle controls, or maybe it was a feature, but they were vibrating ever so slightly, sending a standing wave of vibration through her body from all points of contact. The most noticeable evidence of this was her breasts, which were quivering like bags of jello. Not as noticeable to others, the one stuffed in Ranma's pussy was very much getting her attention. Girl cream leaked around the base where it joined her body, and ran down the metallic shaft and her thighs. Her breasts were swollen with desire and a flush was coloring her upper body. Her arousal was going into high gear, and it was making her mad as hell. That led her to blurt out some things she'd rather have kept in her private thoughts. "You fucking creep, how dare you.... You haven't earned the right! You haven't beaten me in a fair fight and taken the victor's spoils. You cheated, and then cheated again when I, I mean my brother, had turned the tables on you. You're a lowlife loser who'd never get a sniff of pussy if he didn't use his toys to get it." Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Ranma sure excelled in the art of insulting the enemy, but here she was at a big disadvantage to elicit anger in the King. The fact that she was much more eliciting lust with her cute, female, curvy, sweaty sex- kitten body. Her nude frame very much pressing against him, the King's hands wandered over her buttocks, her hips, her sides, to finally stop on her breasts, cupping and squeezing them. He drooled on her shoulder as his tongue licked her neck. "My, my, what a dirty-talking girl you are. You should know, you never accuse a professional gambler of cheating... it's a smear on his reputation... one that can only erased by exemplary punishment...." Bakuchi-Ô King slowly pulled Ranma-chan downward with the nice grip he'd gotten on her. The tentacles were still holding her up, but gravity was calling her down and helping the bearded molester. Something warm and round, but also rigid enough, pressed against her anus. "Mmmmhhh... now, the big question is: is this little sheath loose enough to accommodate my scepter without lubricant... or not?" Re: Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan T.H. Tiger "Loose!" Ranma blurted out in outrage. "You ain't never going to find anyone tighter or hotter--" Ranma trailed off as her sex-addled brain realized that this was perhaps not the smartest reaction to his words. She tried to come up with a different remark, but the stimulation her body was receiving was not helping in the least. The fact that she was surrounded by a fucking orgy, literally, wasn't doing her any good either. All around her girls were being banged by hot hard cocks, and she had to settle for unfeeling metal and the super geek currently fondling her ass and threatening her rear with his blunt- tipped cock. Ranma tried to shift her hips, to lessen the pressure shoving against her anal opening, but the only way she'd have been able to do that would have been to take more metal shaft into her pussy, and there wasn't any room left up there. "Awwwwww!" she groaned as she felt herself being breached and clenched her muscles as tight as she could in a last ditch effort to preserve her virtue. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "Really? Well, then, that's too bad you are so tight. Because here, we don't have any more lubricant than your own juices." the King sadistically teased. Indeed, he slipped his hand underneath Ranma's rear to get some of the secretions leaking from her stuffed pussy on the tip of his fingers. Then, he oiled his dick with the clear stuff. This was probably more for his own comfort, though, than to truly spar Ranma-chan any pain. The redhead got the confirmation of this when the blunt head of his weapon knocked again at her backdoor. The glans pushed against the puckered ring, trying to fit in the tiny hole. Ranma's bottom was lowered on the manly shaft, the King "helping" by wiggling his hips. As trained was Ranma's asshole to accommodate well-endowed visitors, the initial stretching of her anus took always some effort. The fullness of her sex didn't help either, the mechanical cock not slowing or caring a bit that it was occupying most of the available space, while more tried to fit inside her bowels. The petite redhead was caught between a cock and a hard dildo. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan T.H. Tiger "Oh, geez, oh fuck, oh, oh, damn, damn, damn..." Ranma cursed and shouted as the King wormed his cock into her bottom. She could have made it easier on herself. With all the action she'd had through the backdoor, she knew how to relax and let it happen. But she was fucked if she was going to let the King have an easy time of it. Of course she was fucked in any case, but it was the principle of the matter. Ranma was ready to swear that she could feel every bump, vein and protrusion on the King's cock. Her flesh wrapped around it like a well- made glove -- made for someone two sizes smaller than the person trying to wear it. Her situation was not made any easier by the presence of the metal tentacle shoved way up her twat. Her torso was tilted slightly forward, making her breasts dangle, and her clit was being crushed up against the unyielding surface of her mechanical violator. To most girls, the discomfort would have washed away any hope of pleasure, but Ranma's sex life tended toward the violent at the best of times, so her trip toward over-the-top orgasms was continuing, no matter how hard she tried to stave them off. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block The King wasn't content just to cornhole Ranma-chan -- though it sure was a big part of his enjoyment. His hands were roaming all over the squirming redhead's front, stroking her nude, flushed flesh with stubby fingers. Her breast, in particular, were enthusiastically groped, and even used as handhold to push her up and down on the unyielding shaft piercing her ass. The con man's mouth was also unrelenting; forcing her to half-turn her head, he was licking her face, kissing her cheeks, sticking his tongue between her lips and obscenely sucking on her mouth, while his beard tickled her neck. His thick penis, invigorated by a dose of Viagra, was fully erect and soon fully buried in the neo-girl's plump bottom. It wasn't moving further, but sure felt very hot and throbbing against Ranma's bowels. Not that he needed to pump anyway; the metal tentacle was doing that already, and providing all the friction needed. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan T.H. Tiger "Geffff wayf um me." Ranma garbled around a mouthful of beard. God that was disgusting. She didn't know what was worse, his cock buried to the hilt in her ass, or his funky face hair getting in her mouth. What the fuck had he used to wash it? Did he even wash it? There wasn't much she could do to get it away from herself, with her hands and legs securely held. Still, that didn't stop her from straining, and while her efforts didn't have much effect on the limber tentacles, there were sounds of strain coming from their mounting points. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Bakuchi-Ô King paid no heed to Ranma's protests. In fact, in his megalomaniac mind, he was convinced those were moans of pleasure she was uttering. What else could it be, with his manly scepter all the way in her tender bottom? His fingers pinched her reddish-pink nipples, pulling on them until both areolas were tenting like little cones. Then, one hand let go and diverted toward her tummy, tickling the bellybutton in passing. It settled on her mons and, despite that shaking of the well-lubricated tentacle pumping in her twat, it reached for the little nub of her clitoris under its hood. The digit flicked and rolled the small love button, just like it has been doing with her tit. The King added some rocking of his hips and bouncing of Ranma-chan's body to better thrust his hard cock in her snug asshole, just in case she'd have forgotten about this penetration. Meanwhile, he whispered in her ear. "I know what you want. Just say it. I know you want my big, kingly rod in you unworthy cunt, instead of just a metallic one. Just admit it, and I'll gladly switch for you, my pretty...." Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan T.H. Tiger "Screw you!" Ranma gasped out. She'd have given him the finger as well, except her arms, and hands, were well secured. Her small body bounced up and down from the force of the rods plundering her body. Most of that action coming from the metal shaft and the tentacles holding her arms and legs. Maybe because they had some sort of connection to the one up her cunt, they were jerking her legs and arms in time with the thrusts from their brother. The King's rod, while feeling pretty darn big shoved up her ass, didn't have the same sort of thrusting power. Her breasts ached with arousal and pained her from the King's none-to- gentle pinching. They bounced up and down, anchored at the base by her body, and at the front by the King's nipple pinching. Her pigtail was bouncing as well, and spinning in a circle as her head whipped back and forth. "Going to make you pay!" she said in a disjointed voice as her body's gyrations made speaking hard. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "No, no, no..." the King said in a didactic tone, shaking his head while at the same time keeping Ranma-chan bouncing on his organ. "I'm the one doing the screwing, here. You see, what you're feeling in your... hu... plush, nice, sweet... mmmpf... fleshy and warm... mmmhh... and snug, let's not forget snug... aaaaahhh... bottom is my kingly scepter. Since you're the girl... huuuuu... and you're getting the meat infusion, then you're the one... the one... getting... screwed... yes... screwed, penetrated, impaled, FUCKED... YES! YOU'RE THE GIRL, OH YEAH! SO MUCH OF THE CUTE, WEAK, PATHETIC LITTLE RAPED GIRL!!!" Bakuchi-Ô's words were only mirroring his mounting excitement, and he increased the rhythm of Ranma's ass-raping just as he started yelling, both thrusting with his hips and pushing her down on his rigid cock, fast enough that her round tush was plain getting blurred from sight. Ranma's gainaxing breasts were also close from it, as the shaking of her sexy body was getting frantic. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan T.H. Tiger "Weak, pathetic, girl!" The King could have chosen few words better designed to raise Ranma's ire to the utmost. Raping the Tendô girls, or even Ranma herself, was pretty standard form for the villain of the moment, and nothing to get really riled over. Dicing Ranma's prowess, on the other hand, was grounds for some serious ass-whipping. Ranma was no Akane, able to magnify her strength a dozen-fold while in the grip of pure rage. Mostly because Ranma normally operated at a very high percentage of her potential. But she had reserves, and limits she had not reached, and she accessed those now. Her body nearly glowed with her anger, and her muscles trembled with effort, incidentally giving the King's cock a massage unlike any he had ever received before. She strained against the metal tentacles holding her prisoner, to no avail. Even at one hundred percent, she could not break those thick, as she was only too well-aware, metal molesters. But she could strain them against their mountings, and the actuators that moved them. There was a crack, and the a grinding sound, and suddenly the King found moving Ranma up and down on his thick ass-raping shaft a lot harder. It seemed that the tentacles, in addition to their other talents, were calibrated to support and balance the weight of any girl in their clutches. The King could have pumped Ranma up and down on his shaft with his pinky finger. He only had to deal with a few ounces of apparent weight. Now, however, he was saddled, or was that Ranma, with her full weight pressing down on his crotch. Ranma was not a big girl, but the King was not a very strong man either. He could still fuck her, but he was going to have to work for his reward now. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block There were some sparks flying out from the junction of the tentacles with the throne, though the King didn't notice this. Mostly because he was busy exhaling air out of his lung in a long, strangled groan. Ranma-chan's weight, indeed, was now mostly supported by his body and no more by the binding tendrils. The petite redhead wasn't that heavy, though, and she certainly wasn't crushing him. It wasn't like Bakuchi-Ô King couldn't support the sexy teenager body on his lap by himself. No, his extreme reaction was solely due by the fact that gravity had pushed Ranma-chan down -- all the way -- around his thick, throbbing, Viagra-enhanced cock. Encasing it fully among warm, snug, pulsing female folds. The King didn't even make the effort to move. The one tentacle that wasn't damaged -- still pumping at a steady rhythm in Ranma's other hole -- provided all the needed friction and stimulation. The con man gargled obscenely and drooled on Ranma's hair as he went rigid. His shaft swelled a little in Ranma-chan's ass, before surrendering to the sensations. She could definitely feel its final eruption, spurting creamy spunk in the barren depths of her bottom. It squirted again, and again, coating her bowels in white, manly goo. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan T.H. Tiger Ranma's body jerked and spasmed as she climaxed. The sudden, violent, deep penetration of her ass, followed by the King's spurting of his load was more than her fuck-acclimatized body could take. She shuddered, her ass clenching as her internal muscles milked every drop the King had. But just because she was getting off in a big way didn't mean Ranma was ready to forget and forgive. Calling her a "girl" had earned the King a major ass kicking, and as soon as her ass, not to mention her cunt, were no longer plugged, she was going to do just that. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "Rhhhhhaaaaaa... lovely." the King exhaled lengthily, feeling like a stone statue against Ranma-chan's climaxing body for a short while... ... before he slumped down, exhausted. The shift in position pulled Ranma's ass with him, since he was still hooking her by Viagra-enhanced cock. The tentacle in her cunt followed, but suddenly it stopped pumping... ... because the man's arm had accidentally hit a button as he let his hand fall on the armrest. Too busy, taking back his breath, he didn't pay attention to the fact that the hot, sexy vixen in his lap was no longer shaken by the mechanical member. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan T.H. Tiger Ranma's mind was lost in a daze of orgasmic bliss. Usually only Ryôga could put her in this state, solo, but the King with the help of his little tentacles -- not that they were that little -- had managed it. As a result, she slumped back against the king, her ass milking his cock as after shocks continued to cause her internal muscles to contract. It wouldn't last long, however. Ranma had a high recovery rate for all times of extreme physical activity. In a very few minutes, if not seconds, she'd be back to herself, and even more pissed off at being forced to cum against her will. The king was about to find out what the expression about catching a tiger by the tail was all about. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Bakuchi-Ô King wasn't really a martial artist, despite his few attacks with cards or dice. As such he was lacking any true danger sense... which was unfortunate for him. Worst, he was enough of an egotist and a megalomaniac to think that, after this little ass-raping of Ranma-chan, and from how she slumped against him, he had just fucking her into submission. Cackling once again like a stereotypical cinema villain, he made one very incautious move. He pulled out the tentacle that had been fucking Ranma's tight little cunny... and also uncoiled the ones holding her ankles. This, because he planned to turn her around to pursue the redhead's violation, this time with her facing him. The binding the kept her legs apart were simply in the way. It wasn't like she had any fight left in her already, he was thinking.... Now still held only by the one tentacle that kept both her arms above her head, Ranma-chan was turned around above the bearded man's lap. Smirking, his white teeth almost blinding, the King held Ranma by her curvy hips, massaging her buttocks as he slowly lowered her on his pole. Re: Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan T.H. Tiger Ranma recovered quickly -- she always did -- and the removal of the distraction that had been packing her cunt made that recovery even faster. Her eyes fluttered as the king twisted her on top of his lap. Her action was pure instinct. One short but very shapely leg curled up till her knee pressed against her own breast, and then uncurled, her foot jarring up against the King's chin, snapping his head back. Ranma was pushed backward off of the King's lap by this action. Her fall was arrested by the tentacles still around her wrists, which held her with her bottom about two feet off the floor and her legs trailing out in front of her. She hurried to get her feet under her, hoping that if she stood up she'd get enough slack to free her hands from her last bit of bindings. "I'm so going to kick your ass!" she promised the king. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Bakuchi-Ô King closely avoided biting his own tongue when his teeth clattered together, just as Ranma's small, dainty, cute -- but solid -- feet struck his chin. Despite the sexy redhead's lack of leverage, the impact was enough to daze him shortly, head thrown backward and rotund shape slumped in the throne. When he came back to his sense, massaging his painful jaw and strained neck, it was to see Ranma-chan busily trying to free her hands from the last tentacles restraining her -- and almost succeeding! "NO, YOU DON'T!" he exclaimed, his speech a bit slurred from the pain in his jaws and teeth. He struck frantically the controls of the mechanical members to secure anew the hot sex-kitten he had been raping. But, between his panicked haste and the strain the tentacles have been subjected to earlier, they didn't respond very well to the command. Instead of precisely wrapping around any unprotected appendage like before, the robotic arms thrashed and flailed wildly around the seat, shaking back and forth Ranma's nude and sweaty body, and threatening to topple over the throne. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan T.H. Tiger Ranma's brain, only recently capable of focusing, was scrambled again as her body was taken on a ride that would have been the envy of every amusement park in the world. Hell, people would have paid money to see her take this ride. The shaking caused Ranma to say something that normally bamboo splinters under the fingernails couldn't have done. "Kkkkaaaannnnneeeee, stttooooopppp ttttthhhhiisss ccccrrrrazzzzyyyyy mmmmmacccchhhinnnneeee." Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Akane was a bit too busy right now to help Ranma-chan... and maybe too distracted to even hear Ranma's plea. Which, in retrospect, was probably lucky for the redhead, or else the Saotome girl would probably not have ever heard the end of it. Help, however, came from the most unlikely candidate of all: the King himself. Unhappy with just shaking his newfound playmate like a rag doll, he was trying to regain control of the tentacles. But the contradictory commands were just adding to the strain inflicted of the mechanical arms. With sinister sounds of metal tearing, one of them was finally pulled out of its socket. It still thrashed shortly afterward, some remnants of energy and programming in its servomotors making it squirm like a headless snake. It even waked Bakuchi-Ô King hard in the face, the bearded man letting out a cry of pain and squeezing his bloody nose. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan T.H. Tiger Ranma dangled from one wrist, her eyes whirling and her free hand held up in a warding evil pose. "Look at all the pretty piggies..." she babbled as a dozen pink P-chans circled her head, all bweeeing lustily. She was as out of it as she could be, without being actually unconscious. Her twisting brought her around to face the King, and noticed he was bleeding from the nose. "Heh, serves you right, you pervert." she mumbled. "Teach you to mess with Ranma Saotome." As her body continued to spin, first one way, and then another, she took in all the activity that was going on around her. "Hey, how come all you girls have guys, and I just got this fat slug. You're so greedy. Everyone's so greedy, never want to share." she said, her tone becoming maudlin. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block The King's eyes, at first crossing out from trying to look at his bloody nose, focused back on Ranma-chan and glared hard. He was not only furious, but also in pain and seriously horny. All of this combined to push him completely out of his mind with rage -- not that he was very balanced to begin with. His tunnel vision focusing entirely on the redhead, he stood up from his throne, no longer caring for the protection of its machinery. Oblivious to the fact that he was playing with fire -- or more likely, a very nasty kind of wildcat -- he turned Ranma's dangling body around like a doll. Grunting in a mix of lust and fury, he lifted her left leg and brought her down on his jutting manhood, spearing her well-worked pussy with his Viagra-enhanced pole. There was little humanity left in his expression when he started spearing her, drooling and gritting his teeth. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan T.H. Tiger "Ghhhhhhhaaaa!" Ranma groaned at the unexpected penetration. It wasn't that he was straining her capacity... after that metal tentacle, it would take a little while for even her pussy to regain its customary tightness -- either that or a quick hot/cold shower. Her sound of dismay was at the fact that her fine young body was once again being abused by this unworthy fat fuck. The only guys Ranma liked between her legs were those who had earned the right in a manner that Ranma regarded as valid. The King, who relied on cheating and artificial aids, did not count. She was still a bit disoriented from her violent shaking, but that was a short-term condition, and she had one arm free. Ranma pulled back a small fist, and prepared to deliver a sever pummeling to the King. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block The crazy con man seemed still unaware of the danger he was in. Gripping Ranma's ass tightly, he dug into the plump bottom flesh with his stubby fingers. This handhold was used to pump her lower body around his hard dick, drilling into her juicy pussy like jackhammer. At the same time, he buried his face in her shaking cleavage, biting on the nipples or any fold or mammary skin he could clasp between his teeth. Either he was truly oblivious Ranma-chan was about to gut him... or he was plain trying to squeeze his last earthly pleasures out of her before his death. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan T.H. Tiger Ranma's small fist slammed into the top of the King's head. A fist that could shatter rock. The only reaction was the King's head being driven down between his shoulders, which just rubbed his face into Ranma's cleavage. Unfortunately for Ranma, the King had entered the Hentai Zone. Happôsai lived in this state pretty much permanently, but any perverted male could occasionally slip into this state. That meant that she wasn't simply going to be able to bash herself free of him. Not without exerting way more force than she was willing to do. The guy was just raping her, not a killing offence in her book, not after all she'd been through. Shudders of disgust caused her shiver around the King's imbedded cock, and to shake her breasts in his face while her pigtail stood out like the tail of a startled cat. "Get off, get off, get off!" Ranma chanted as she battered away at the King, unaware of the irony of her words as that was exactly what was causing all the trouble. The King's desire to "get off". Despite her personal feelings about the King, Ranma had something else to contend with. Her body's reaction to the action. At a level way below conscious control, her body was responding too the pure physical sensation of being pumped full of cock, and was preparing itself for fertilization. Ranma began to experience small fluttering cervical orgasms which distracted her considerably, but not nearly as much as the big "O" that was starting to power up between her legs. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan The King was pretty much stunned already from the punishment, but like Ranma guessed he was pretty much running on automatic right now. His thrusts had lost a bit of their frantic determination, but they were lengthier and deeper as the strength of the rapist was betraying him. Worst, he was also clinging to her, most of his weight used to bring her down on his prick. As a result, it was Ranma's sole bound wrist which was supporting most of their combined mass. It did hurt, but that wasn't the main concern. Even if the damaged tentacle refused to give way, its grip on Ranma's sweaty skin wasn't tight enough to last very long at this rate. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan T.H. Tiger Ranma twisted on the supporting tentacle, the King's cock supplying a pivot point. She was feeling a bit strange and out of it. The stress of the last few hours was starting to take its toll even on her iron constitution. Only a grim determination to not let the cheater win was keeping her going. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Ranma's lack of violent resistance, brought by her distraction -– and maybe also by a bit of her "sex-object training" at the hands of perverts like her father and Sôun -- only spurred the Gambling King to fuck her harder. The con man was half-concussed from Ranma's blows, and as such was hardly thinking any more. But he was now acting on automatic, and didn't stop. Drooling, panting, his eyes almost rolling fully 360° in their orbits... he didn't stop. His hands on Ranma's round tush, he thrust her up and down on his cock. His shaft still hard-as-steel from the Viagra overdose, he pumped frantically in her twat, the bulbous head ramming her cervix. His mouth was giving vicious nip to her dangling breasts, mauling them with his white teeth. His fingers dug deeply into her buttocks, a pair slipping in her cleft and tickling her asshole. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan T.H. Tiger Ranma's determination to not let the King win was being compromised once again by her own traitorous body. It had been too well-trained, by too many "experts". The mere fact that a piece of male meat was jammed up her cunt and was pumping hard and steady was enough to overwhelm Ranma's mental resistance against enjoying it. If he'd been a typical low-class and talentless rapist, he'd have shot off his load before he even managed to sink all the way to the balls. But, unskilled the King might be, thanks to drugs and his previous expenditures of man juice he had stamina to burn in the erection department. The fire building in Ranma's groin was more than she could ignore, or suppress. Her only hope to retain her dignity was to escape before she shamed herself. She bent her legs up and planted a foot on each of the King's flabby thighs, and pushed as hard as she could. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block The King was too dazed to bring any defense against Ranma-chan's final freeing push. His grip on her sweaty skin just wasn't enough... in fact, it was his hard cock, deeply wedged in her cunt, which offered the greatest resistance through the force of suction of Ranma's own love tunnel. Even this fleshy tab slipped out of its slot, though, the bulbous head popping out of the red, puffy, dripping slit of the redhead. The friction of this sudden move was enough to bring Kakuchi-Ô to the edge, however. While he heavily fell on his back, as in slow motion, his waving flagpole began to erupt and wildly spurt out white cream. The first droplets, shot right at the exit of the kingly scepter from its sheath of female flesh, splashed on Ranma-chan's crotch. The next few flew more haphazardly, landing on her thighs, her belly, and even high enough to reach her chest. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan T.H. Tiger Ranma's shove pushed her clear of the King, though not before her body got well decorated with his cream. The overworked tentacle that was still holding onto her wrist gave up the ghost, relaxing enough that Ranma's vigorous shove pushed her well clear of both it and the King, and causing her to land, ass first, on the floor a few feet away. Ranma would have liked to spring to her feet and proceed to deliver a serious ass-whupping, but her body was still shuddering from the near orgasmic miss. So, for a few moments she lay back on the floor, her legs splayed, as she tried to catch her breath and regain some control over her body. The shuddering of her hips showed that it was not an easy task. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Bakuchi-Ô King, finally vanquished, lay sprawled on his back on the floor of the dojo-turned-casino. His cum-covered dick was still somewhat erect, though it was probably only the lingering effect of the drug. He was clearly unconscious, his eyes swirling and his mouth drooling. Some of the boys that weren't molesting a Tendô sister noticed the neglected redhead, and whispered among themselves. Re: All Bets Are Off! -- Ranma-chan T.H. Tiger Ranma tried to roll over by pressing down with a hand against the floor while twisting her body, but her arm felt like rubber. The stress it had been subjected to by the metal tentacles had left her with very little strength in that limb. Not that the rest of her body was in much better shape. She'd called on all the reserves she possessed to kick free of the King. And they had been none to high to start with. It had been a busy day for Ranma, pushing even her constitution to the breaking point. She flopped back down on her back, her arms and legs spread wide. "I'll just rest a second," she muttered, closing her eyes as she focused on taking deep cleansing breaths. [TO BE CONTINUED IN THREAD 6]