“You’re extremely wet there.” Akane commented as her free hand moved over her captives thigh, while her other stayed where it was just at the pulsing wetness between Ranma’s legs. “You’re absolutely dripping with female juices, not exactly manly behaviour.”

Akane put a big emphasis on the manly part to tease Ranma. His/her old fashioned views on male and female rules annoyed her sometimes. Even though she was guilty of falling for those rules as well. She couldn’t help but feel she would have to train the macho ness out of him/her.

Akane grinned like a demon. Ranma watched her nervously, from her upside down position. He wasn’t sure what Akane was thinking but she was completely at her mercy.

Ranma knew that if she tried she could possibly escape; she had escaped from worse. Yet Ranma wanted this to continued she liked being completely under Akane’s control. Letting her fiancée small administrations on her young female body and smiling underneath her gag.

*

Cologne hopped across the rooftops like a vengeful banshee. Her long silver hair flowing out behind her like a whip.  She landed in the Tendo’s garden where she spotted her charge.

“Shampoo.” Cologne whispered trying not to scare the now vulnerable girl. “You’re great-grandmother has need of you.”

Shampoo turned from her spying on the dojo to face her Elder.

“Shampoo here.” She answered.

Cologne sighed, relieved that her granddaughter had not yet succumbed to the devious perversions.

“Shampoo!” A male voice yelled as he bounded over the wall. “Fear not I shall save you!”

It was Mousse and he enthusiastically glomped Cologne and leapt back up into the air.

“Do not worry my love.” He said to what he thought was Shampoo. “My silk of contraction will keep you safe from the spells harm.”

The furious old woman tried to break free to hit the blind boy on the head but the unbreakable silk had already tied her up. She knew that the silk of contraction was a special material used to hold male prisoners. As the more you struggled the tighter it got. Unfortunately Cologne had struggled so much she could only hiss angrily as her mouth was covered in the constricting fabric.

“There is no escape Shampoo.” Mousse explained. “The silk is stronger than steel and not even your old hag of a great-grandmother could escape it!”

Cologne’s eyes burned with fire as she heard the remark. She began thinking of her revenge at the male Amazon.

Shampoo watched the event in horror as she saw how mad her great-grandmother seemed. ‘I should not like to upset her further.’ She thought. So the young Amazon decided to stay and watch some more.

Akane had gone back to slapping Ranma’s exposed bottom with her fan.

The voyeur girl jumped in fright each time the fan made contact. After one particular hard slap she let out a gasp.

“Who’s there?” Akane asked anxiously. The seriousness of her situation dawning on her. If it was her father...

“It is only Shampoo, Younger Tendo.” The Amazon answered bringing herself forward.

“Shampoo?” Akane said confused. This was not normal behaviour as far as Akane was concerned. She was half expecting the purple haired girl to bring out a huge sword to kill her and Ranma. She was not used to being politely answered by the girl. But she remembered the spell what Cologne had said. ‘This is your own fault that Shampoo’s being so submissive!’ Her angry words were still fresh in her mind. Shampoo was now as submissive as she wanted her to be.

“Listen Shampoo maybe it would be best if...” Akane said but stopped as Shampoo was looking at her with such keen interest.

“I’m not going to tell you to do anything.” Akane said carefully. “I want only to know what you’d like to do.”

Shampoo blinked as she absorbed the words. “Tell me what I must like Young Tendo.”

“No I won’t tell you anything!” Akane snapped. “I don’t want a submissive Shampoo!”

Ranma watched from the sidelines unable to speak. Akane’s panties where still over her mouth and she feared what his now mistress would do if she did make a noise. But with Akane’s back turned for so long that the spell had begun to wear off. Ranma was starting to panic and even Akane was having her own doubts.

“Look Shampoo...” Akane sighed scratching her head nervously. “I don’t want another slave I have...” She turned to look at Ranma where she could see that the redhead was struggling to break free.

“Ranma is something wrong?” Akane asked. “Or are you just wanting to run away from this pervert.”

Ranma spat out the panties so he could yell. “Why do you always have to be a stupid Tomboy and always jumping to the wrong conclusions?”

Akane glared straight into her blue eyes angry at his words but the spell took hold again.

“Who told YOU that you could spit out those panties?”

“I got bored...” Ranma-Chan said mischievously.

“Shampoo take the fan and start hitting Ranma’s behind and the back of her thighs.” Akane commanded. “It’s time that we taught you some lessons!”

“Tomboy...” Ranma purred glad that the attention was back on her.

Akane sauntered forward her eyes narrowed while Shampoo began her task of slapping Ranma. The dark haired girl grabbed her fiancée’s chin and pulled her face to meet her own.

“First things first little slave.” Akane growled. “You shall address me as Beautiful fiancée, not as Tomboy. If you call Tomboy again I shan’t play with you and I will leave you hanging.... literarily.”

Ranma sweated as Akane pushed her free letting her swing on the ropes. “Yes beautiful fiancée.”

“You will only be known as Slave, if you can’t take anymore I want you yell out cookie.”

Ranma-Chan nodded her understanding.

“Now Slave; I want to tell you my little rules before I play with you.”

Ranma waited in silence her breath held.

“If you touch the floor the game shall be over and I’ll send Shampoo home.” Akane explained.

The red head let out a small sigh, that didn’t sound too difficult. Shampoo’s spankings where starting to numb her bottom. Ranma smirked ‘This seems easy.’

The something up above her loosened and Ranma almost cried out as she saw Akane cut an essential rope holding her suspended. The line covered her groin and without it her bottom half was quickly moving towards the banned floor.

The Japanese girl chuckled holding the scissors as she watched her gender changing fiancee struggling to keep hold. Ranma gritted her teeth, she’d been given a challenge and Ranma Saotome never backed down from those!

Akane admired the determined look in her face. She knew that he/she would never back down from a dare. Her smirk grew more evil as she began to make it harder for Ranma. Akane’s fingers wandered over the freed vagina of Ranma-Chan’s. As she fondled the folds of her slave she began to wriggle.

“Do you like that?” Akane asked her. “How about this?” She bent down and kissed the swollen clitoris. Her lips softly caressing the against the sensitive skin. All of her ministrations to Ranma though small and minute where being heightened by the rawness that the spanking and ropes had caused. It made every smooth caress feel hundred times more than it would normally. The soft touch in stark contrast to the hard slaps.

A jolt of pleasure rushed through Ranma as Akane’s tongue darted along her slit. The boy/girl began to whimper as her hold on the ropes started to fail. Her toes held onto a few supporting lines but it was a struggle to keep herself off the floor.

Akane didn’t help as her finger entered Ranma’s hot flesh. The tender inside clasped at the digit. Another entered filling the small virginal hole.

Shampoo watched as she continued to smack Ranma further down her thighs. The Amazon didn’t understand anything that was going on. She could feel a small choice at the back of her head objection to all this , but it was faint and all Shampoo could think of was what Akane had said, ‘I don’t want another slave...’ All the girl could think what that meant was that perhaps Akane wanted her to be just as commanding as Akane was. ‘Is that what I must do?’ Shampoo wondered.

But the Amazon was brought out of her daydream by Akane who had grabbed her fan.

“Sit over there Shampoo.” She ordered.

The Amazon backed away unsure if she had done something wrong. All the while she watched absorbing everything that Akane was now doing to Ranma.

The tomboy had now entered two fingers into her fiancee and was quickening her pace. She moved back and forth inserting her two fingers into Ranma’s wet vagina. She even tried to enter three digits stretching her taunt skin.

Ranma squeaked, groaned and gasped with each movement. She had never considered this was what sex was like. It was a completely new sensation for her. Akane positioned her thumb so that it would keep the friction going against the clitoris. All the while her three fingers kept moving in and out of Ranma’s of insides. She varied her thrusts as well, one delving in as deep as she could go and others just flicking over the surface. It was beginning to get far too much for Ranma.

She cried out as she felt a fire starting to churn inside of her. She had felt something like this before when she had masturbated as a man. But this was different and so new. It kept building and building inside her until a pulse of ecstasy washed over her. Ranma screamed in joy as she experienced her first full female orgasm.

It was slowly followed by fainter waves of pleasure as Ranma felt the afterglow. She moaned in pleasure her strength leaving her as Ranma let go of the ropes. Her head slumped onto the floor as she completely lost consciousness. Her legs were sprayed in the air by the cord, while she dangled like a doll on a string/

Akane stood up wiping her hand, the reality of her actions finally dawning on her. With Ranma asleep the spell was completely broken.

“Shampoo...” Akane whispered.

“Yes, Young Tendo?”

“I think it’s better if you go home.”

“But I do not understand..” Shampoo objected.

“I said go home!” Akane sobbed. “I want to be left alone! Go home and make your own choices Shampoo!”

The Amazon bowed to the crying girl, though still confused by what had just happened. As she left Akane began clearing up her mess.

“This is worse than I thought.” Akane said to herself as she untied Ranma. “I’ve perverted Ranma and it seems Shampoo as well.”

She curled her fiancee into a proper sleeping position and left to have a bath. For some reason she was feeling incredibly dirty.

‘Why did I talk Ranma into this?’ She wondered as she climbed the stairs.

<Because you’re the pervert.> Her secret thought said.

Akane grimaced and ran into the bathroom determined to get herself clean again.

‘I’m not a pervert, I’m not!’

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Author’s Note: Ah, Akane’s still in denial! I’ll see if Ranma can convince her otherwise next chapter and we’ll find out what will become of Shampoo who was the odd one out this chapter. And I promise I’ll try and update quicker!