Akane the Dominatrix 2. perverted thoughts

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Disclaimer: I don’t own Ranma!

Warning: This fic is going to contain dirty words and crude suggestions.

Chapter 2

Akane brought the cool lemonade to her lips. She tried to stop her hand from shaking but it was hard. Ranma-Chan was opposite her and the strange voice was in her head.

<Look at that cute girl.> It said. <She should show you more respect.>

Ranma was also having trouble with her own voices in the head. <You need to be at her feet.> Ranma sucked hard on the straw. <You should be sucking on her tit.> Ranma snorted the lemonade out of her nose. She looked up in shock at Akane.

Akane was squirming in her seat. “What?” Akane snapped irritated. <Slap her face, punish her.>

“Hey...um...Akane, have you had....weird thoughts since the eyedrops?” Ranma-Chan stuttered.

Akane blushed as a mental image of her in thigh high boots squishing Ranma-Chan under her heel.

“....Maybe.” Akane admitted. “But we took the nurse’s eyedrops.”

“I dunno Shampoo might have pulled a fast one.” Ranma said staring at Akane. An image of him being tied up on a rack while Akane pulled on some levers pulsed through her. Ranma shivered and a small burst of warmth was felt in her boxers.

“Look I gotta get home.” Ranma-Chan said quickly picking up her satchel.

“Oh, okay.” Akane said grabbing her own satchel and followed Ranma out the cafe.

“So have you got lots of home work to do?” Akane asked Ranma. She was moving quickly along the fence.

“Yeah lots.” Ranma said not turning round. Somehow the voices in her head weren’t there when she didn’t look at Akane.

“I could be your tutor if you want.” Akane said trying to keep up with Ranma.

“Nah, I should be okay.” Ranma-Chan sighed and looked back at Akane. <She can teach me anything you want.>

Ranma averted her eyes unsure where these alien thoughts had come from. “We better hurry, I really need a bath.” She added as she sped up. Akane growled in frustration. She was finding it hard not to give into these weird thoughts. It was if she was hearing someone else talking to her. Now she was getting bizarre perverted images as well.

“I know how you feel.” Akane whispered, the dirty perverted feeling still inside her.

As they entered the house Ranma ran quickly upstairs while Akane settled in front of the television. The rest of the evening they stayed as far away from each other as they could.

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Meanwhile at the Nekohaten.

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“Shampoo, you stupid girl!”

“What great-grandmother? What did Shampoo do that stupid?” The amazon squeaked. “I got eyedrops back off kitchen destroyer!”

“These!” Hissed Cologne holding up the small box. “Are not MY eyedrops. You can’t tell the difference between Chinese and Japanese script?”

“Aahh!” Shampoo gasped. She hadn’t looked at the box at all. She had just assumed it was the right one. “Shampoo sorry.”

“For such lack of observation I should punish you.” Cologne growled. “But there is no time. You have to give the antidote to son-in-law. He will be knowing the inner libido of some girl by now, probably Akane.”

“Who know what Pervert girl be thinking.”

“Thanks to you, Ranma will know exactly what will sexually satisfy her.” Cologne snapped. “Just hope for our ancestors sake that she didn’t take some as well.”

“Is it bad?” Shampoo whispered.

“If they both took the eyedrops and looked at each other...” Cologne shuddered. “There will be no rescuing Ranma from her grip. They will both be caught in their own lust if they give in to their libido’s. So to answer your question yes, yes it’s very bad.”

“Aiya!” Shampoo squealed.

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Ranma looked at his eyes in the mirror. The eyedrops had worked in washing out his eyes. It was just the strange voice that entered his head that was worrying him. *It’s not like Akane would ever want to spank me.* He thought as he remember one thought had said something like that.

Then he thought some more about it. Akane was always hitting him. It wouldn’t take much stretch of her imagination to change that hit to spank. He paused for a moment to think about how that would feel in his female body. Pinned down against Akane’s lap while she slapped her behind.

He was woken from his small daydream by Akane knocking on the bathroom door.

“Ranma, hurry up I want a bath.” She yelled.

Ranma tried to hid his embarrassed ‘eek’. His member had just decided to stand up. *Now I’m really a pervert.* He quickly wrapped a towel around himself.

“Yeah sure whatever.” He said as calmly as he could. He opened the door and tried not to groan as he saw Akane. <Bend over, let her spank you.>

Akane was also trying to restrain herself. <Take him over your knee.>

“So are you finished?” Akane asked quietly.

“Yeah.” Ranma shuffled past Akane his hands over his very large erection.

“Good, I’ve still got that lemonade on me that you spilled on me.” She snarled. <Make him lick it off.>

“Sorry.” Ranma mumbled and ran quickly to his room.

Akane watched him go while trying to shake the feelings in her head. *These thoughts only seem to appear when I look at Ranma.*

She shut the door and went to her bath for a long soak and also a long think.

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Ranma groaned as he lay on his futon. It wasn’t fair that just the thought of Akane doing something perverse would give him such a hard on. All those times he’d been groped by a naked Shampoo or kissed by any of his so called suitors. It never gave him anything like what he was feeling now.

He moved his hand slowly into his pants. He hadn’t felt the need to touch himself this strongly since he turned fourteen. His father and his life had never left him much ‘quiet time’ to do anything about his erections. Part of him enjoying the sensation, another strangely with Akane’s voice, was shouting pervert.

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Akane stepped out of the bathroom in just her robe. She hadn’t been in there for long. She had to fight the urge to play with herself. All the images that had been in her mind lately were driving her far too horny. More than she had ever felt. The thought of having Ranma in either forms wriggling underneath her was actually a turn on.

She promised herself not to masturbate under such images. If she started doing that who knows what other perverted things she would think about and do.

With that resolved she calmly walked to her room. She paused when she heard a small groan. It was coming from Ranma’s room.

*I bet that pervert’s sneaked Shampoo or Ukyo...or, or both into his room!* Her face turned a distinct shade of blue and she walked calmly into his room. Akane’s wrath was paused as she looked down on her fiancee in his bed. His hand was definitely in his pants.

“Ranma!” Akane yelled.

Ranma turned round to face Akane. As their eyes met the libido spell sparked. Their thoughts on the same wavelength.

“Take your hand away from it.” Akane snapped, not sure what she was saying but she felt the need to punish.

Ranma obeyed and held his hands up.

“What did you think you were doing?” Akane growled getting closer.

“Playing with myself.” Ranma squeaked, unsure why he wasn’t stuttering.

“I think you’ve been bad Ranma.” Akane continued, Ranma just nodded his head. “You have been naughty. Those that have been naughty need to be punished.”

Ranma nodded again. He wasn’t sure if this was a dream or not but the way Akane stood in the doorway, her robe slightly opened. It had paused all thought function in his head. She walked towards him her hips swaying. He was caught staring like a mouse in the path of a viper.

He tried to get up but a foot was firmly placed on his chest.

“Stay down.” Akane said. “Don’t say a word.”

Ranma nodded with agreement. He then froze as he could see all the way up her robe.

“Close your eyes Ranma.” Akane hissed. “This is not yours yet.”

Ranma silently obeyed, his heart was pounding loudly in his chest. He then felt something wrap around his eyes. It was Akane’s robe tie.

Then nothing happened. Ranma didn’t dare move or say anything. The fact that nothing was happening was almost killing him.

Akane had stopped her advances. She couldn’t see Ranma’s eyes now with her bathrobe tie around his eyes. Somehow without Ranma looking at her the pervert voice and urges was gone. She was just a half naked Akane standing on a half naked Ranma.

The spell was momentarily broken by the lack of eye contact. Akane was shocked by what she had almost done. She didn’t believe she could do anything that perverted. That was for boys to try on her.

“Sorry...” She said quietly and turned and dashed out of the room.

Ranma stayed still for a few minutes longer. His whole body was shaking from the experience. He never realised he liked being so dominated.

*It isn’t exactly manly.* He thought seriously wondering what would happen if his mother found out. He took off the make shift blindfold and quietly sighed. He wasn’t relieved Akane was gone. He was disappointed.

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Akane was curled up on her bed shaking. She had liked the taste of power she had experienced. She always felt better after she smacked Ranma for something perverted. It was her way of staying in control.

*Now he must think I’m such an enormous pervert.* She sucked in her breath refusing to cry.

There was a chap on the door.

“Go away.” Akane snapped.

“We need to talk.” Ranma said through the door.

Akane’s heart clenched. Her friends had told her about those words. They always meant that something was wrong in the relationship. It always meant a break-up.

Ranma opened the door. He’d put a shirt on and was now fully clothed. “Is it okay to come in?” Asked Ranma entered anyway, he stopped as their eyes connected.

“Ranma..?” Akane asked. She was waiting for him to renounce their engagement. Now she was thinking something else.

“I’m not worthy.” Ranma breathed and dropped to his knees.

Akane looked down at Ranma. “No you’re not.”

Ranma averted his eyes and looked at the floor. “Akane I don’t think I should look at you.”

Akane stepped back her normal thoughts returning. “Why not?”

“Because there’s some spell that’s making me act funny.”

“Funny?”

“It only seems to work when we look at each other.” Ranma said as he looked up.

Akane felt the spark go through her. The sexual need was taking over all of her coherant thought. She looked at the wall to the side.

“You noticed that too?” She said trying to hold in her trembling need.

“It’s perverted.” Ranma whispered.

“You better go.” Akane said weakly. “I can’t resist much longer.”

“I’ll find out who’s behind this Akane, I promise.” Ranma stood up and turned away his head still down.

“It’s not like I’d do this kind of thing normally.” Akane continued pulling her gown tighter around her. “A womanising jerk like yourself doesn’t need another girl throwing herself at you.”

“Yeah.” Ranma agreed. “It’s not like I’d ask an uncute tomboy to hit me unless it was a spell.”

Akane punched the back of Ranma’s back and he fell over. He turned back to shout at her. Instead he bowed and left quickly, biting his lip from the ‘thank you’ he had almost said.

Akane sighed and slammed the door shut. Whatever spell was doing this was doing a really good job. She had been so tempted to straddle Ranma and make him cry out her name. She punched the side of her head. She really wished that she could switch off the feelings but now they were like a floodgate. Now it was open it was threatening to flood her entire being. She just hoped this truly was a spell and she wasn’t a pervert. *Bad, bad, perverted thoughts.* She thought.

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Author’s note: No, good, good perverted thoughts!

It can only get more lemony.