RanPorn05 Porn World By Jim Robert Bader (Featuring characters and situations inspired---BUT NOT PRE-APPROVED---by Rumiko Takahashi and other Manga/Anime creators, including some of the cast of "Kimaguri Orange Road," albeit my take on these girls is VERY DIFFERENT from that of Matsumoto Izumi, the original author of the series...are we clear on that, please? No compromise of artist license is intended here, so please don't sue me! This is just a fanfic, and I'm just a minimum-wage earning nobody...) The Fifth Encore. A Taste for Tentacles WARNING---LEMON ALERT! GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF SEXUAL PREDATION AHEAD! CONTAINS SCENES OF UNDERAGED GIRLS IN SIMULATED ACTS OF DEPRAVITY WITH TENTACLE-RAPE MONSTERS (I REPEAT---SIMULATED ACTIONS---GOT THAT, ASHCROFT!?!). NO ACTUAL TRBs WERE HARMED IN THE MAKING OF THIS SERIES, AND DON'T WORRY, THEY GOT LOTS OF THERAPY AFTER THE GIRLS WERE THROUGH WORKING THEM OVER. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! It was late at night when Matoki completed her shift at the restaurant and was able to walk home to her apartment, which was only a few blocks away down the partially illuminated street. It was dark and she was very tired from working her feet off trying to satisfy the customers, and her ass hurt from the number of times that she had been pinched and fondled for her troubles, so what she was looking forward to was a long soak in a nice bath then some bed, in that general order. Unfortunately, as the shadows lengthened all around her, she became aware that someone else had other intentions in mind, and as she started to walk more quickly she had the nervous sense that she was being stalked, and not by a run- of-the-mill rapist or mugger. Growing up in the city you heard all sorts of urban legends, about things that lurked in the night and preyed upon humans, the dark, unmentionable creatures who looked for easy game and were not above plucking a perky young waitress a random. As Matoki walked more swiftly she had a nagging sense that this sort of being was the type after her now, and that it would gain upon her long before she could reach the safety of her apartment. Then all at once it struck as she was rounding a corner, only to find her way blocked by an assortment of flexible appendages that snaked out detain her, wrapping their coils around her waist and ankles and causing Matoki to gasp in fear and horrified amazement. Against her will she was dragged kicking and screaming into the shadows, there to confront the awful being that was a Shikima Demon, among the worst horrors of the night, an inhuman mass of writhing mouths and limbs just waiting to taste her succulent body. In spite of her struggles Matoki felt the clothing being ripped from her body as those tentacles wrapped themselves around her legs, arms and breasts, lifting her off the ground and suspending her in air while the bulbous heads at the ends of those tentacles began to force their way inside her, parting the lips of her vagina and rectum while prying her mouth open so that it could be filled by the rubbery tentacle as it began to stroke, fondle and violate her three main openings, giving her a horrible taste of its flesh while it raveled in the naked fear that she radiated... TWO HOURS LATER! "Is that it?" "Is that it?" moaned the Shikima Demon from where it lay in a limp mass in one corner of the ally, "Lady...what do you want from me? I've been giving you my best shot, but you just can't take a hint!" "What do you mean by that, Mister Shikima Demon?" Matoki asked plaintively as she tried to stimulate one of the tentacles back into some semblance of life, "You were doing so good for a while there, but then you started to lose interest..." "Lose interest?" the Shikima groaned, "What the hell are you made of? I've known whores who lost consciousness after only fifteen minutes with me, but you keep taking it all and begging me for more. Don't you have any shame? Aren't there any limits to your appetites? Are you even...human?" "I think so," Matoki said as she ran her fingers up and down the flaccid body of the Shikima, "It's just...well...nobody's ever done me in all three openings before, and it was the best sex I've had in such a long while...are you sure you can't get it up again? I promise to scream and writhe around a bit since you seemed to enjoy that the last seven times." The Shikima only groaned, "Somebody...shoot me...please!" But, of course, its pleas to the heavens for a decent bolt of lightning would go unanswered... MEANWHILE, IN ANOTHER TOKYO DISTRICT Kudoji, the dreaded Demon Destroyer of Worlds, who served the Overfiend and was destined to clear the way for His return in glory to the world of mortals, was having the sort of night that Elder Gods such as him were not supposed to be having. Here he had awakened from his 3000 year slumber when his mortal host had carelessly gotten herself killed crossing a street without looking both ways, giving Kudoji the chance to break free from his prison while repairing his host's body, and upon awakening he found himself in a holding room that mortals called a Morgue being attended to by a blonde nurse whose scent and nearness was the cause for his awakening. Kudoji had promptly shown the blonde his gratitude by proceeding to sexually ravage her with the full intent of filling her with his essence until her mortal body exploded, releasing the energy he needed to complete his awakening, the first of many human females whom he intended to take by force and devour. Only it did not quite work out the way he had planned it, and so he was standing there with the blonde hanging by her wrists with her back against the wall, suspended there by the hand that gripped her arms together and dangled her like a helpless piece of meat. His own meat now hung limp and flaccid between his legs, the full length of it about as useless as a rubber hose and as appealing to look at. The blonde---whom he had been giving it to but good for the better part of the last three hours---just looked at him with sympathy as he looked back at her naked body and was amazed that she was still alive, let alone in one piece with all the sexual energy that she had absorbed while he did her. "Don't be discouraged," she was urging as she hung there like Eve dangling from a tree in that garden of long-distant memory, when Kudoji had raped his first human female, "I'm sure this sort of thing must happen a lot..." "Not to me," he said grimly, disbelief causing his monstrous expression to look ever so forlorn and plaintive. "Um...do you need a moment to work it back?" she asked helpfully, "Because I can wait if you want that..." "Wait..." Kudoji just could not believe that this was happening, "I don't understand. I have been raping you, Woman, and yet you still live? How can this be?" "Oh...um...well," the nurse---whose name was Sonya, tried to think of an intelligent answer, "I don't really know, Sir...I'm just...um...you're sure that was your best effort?" "Positive," Kudoji sated flatly. "Oh," she seemed to think about that then added, "Well, it was a nice ride, and I can't fault your technique, though I have to admit that it's the first time that I've taken something that large down there. For a while there I did think it was going to split me in half, but after I started to relax and build up a rhythm I found it rather pleasant...and how did you manage to do me in all three openings anyway? That was so amazing..." "You...enjoyed it?" Kudoji asked in disbelief. "Yes, of course, you are a wonderful lover, Sir," Sonya tried to reassure him, "Probably the best ride I've ever had, as a matter of fact, not that I can compare you to other demons since you're my first one. Um...is there something wrong?" "You enjoyed what I did to you?" Kudoji repeated in amazement, "But I was raping you!" "Well, at first," the nurse replied, "Though, actually, it was sort of like half-rape, half cuddle for a while there..." "I do not believe this," Kudoji glanced down at his helplessly shrunken member, "You drank it all in, every centimeter I fed you, and the energy that I poured into your body...and you outlasted me? ME? I, who have deflowered entire cities full of maidens, who has raped entire nations...?" "Was that before or after the Virus?" Sonya asked. Kudoji looked at her in alarm and said, "Virus?" "Yes," Sonya explained, "The Plague Virus that was unleashed about fifteen years back, the one that killed all the men within five years while leaving us girls untouched?" "Untouched?" Kudoji dully repeated. "Well...aside from a slight case of Nymphomania...whatever that is," the blonde attempted to shrug, then gave it up as a poor effort, "That and perfect health with prolonged vitality and resilience. They say that women who came before the plague were rather fragile bodied and didn't have much appetite for sex, not that I believe those urban legends about nuns and celibacy..." A Plague that did all that? Kudoji stared in frank disbelief as he contemplated the perversity of such a thing, wondering how he could have missed a "little detail" like that in preparing for his mission? But then he searched the memories of his Host and discovered the truth behind Sonya's implausible statement. A plague that killed men but made women young, healthy and super- horny? Incredible...well beyond the perversity of anything he might have dreamed up were he inclined to meddle around with such things. No wonder he had been born into the body of a female Host instead of a male one, which would have seemed more proper. Somehow he had turned his host from male to female while still a year or two in age without really knowing the reason. Some instinctual effort at self-preservation, no doubt rather than a perverse trick of Karma, which was the reason Kudoji had originally envisioned. But if all the men in the world were dead...then that would mean... All at once Kudoji let the woman go, and much to Sonya's surprise she slid down to the floor and rested her weight on her two good feet, even while the circulation returned to her arms and gave her a crippling sense of pins and needles. "Sir?" she asked. "Just go...please," Kudoji all but whimpered. "Um...I'm sorry," she apologized, "I'm sure it isn't really your fault. For what it's worth, you were a wonderful lover just now, and given time to rest up..." "Go!" he cried more firmly, his voice shaking as he stood there, all nine feet of towering muscle and fang, and utterly as useless as a wet sponge where it really mattered. "Um...maybe we could reschedule this for another time?" she asked as she gathered up the ruined remains of her clothing, "You will call me again, won't you? If you'd like to have my number..." Under normal circumstances Kudoji would have torn the blonde to shreds for her impertinence, but at the moment he couldn't even work up the energy to feel even moderately annoyed with her. Instead he watched her slip away and felt more depressed than he could remember feeling during his entire existence. He hadn't felt this embarrassed and humiliated since that time he let Ishtar talk him into that drinking bout back in Mesopotamia, and if word ever got out that the supposed "God beyond all Gods" was humbled by a mere mortal... On second thought maybe he should have silenced the blonde, after all, she did appear to be quite a talker... "I can't believe it's come to this," he moaned softly, "Has humanity gone so far in their perversions as to create the ultimate horror? A Virus that gives women strength while robbing men of their essence? Even hell has limits on the depravity that they would visit upon most civilizations..." He paused a moment to cough, then blinked his yellow eyes in further dismay. Was he coming down with a case of the sniffles? But that was ludicrous! He was the Demon Destroyer, the servant and father to the Overfiend! A mere mortal virus could not affect the likes of him... Unless, that is, it was of supernatural creation. A horrified shudder of realization passed through Kudoji as he put the pieces together. Now that he thought about it, he had heard something about an errant wish by some mortal that had affected the balance of worlds regarding the human race, but that had sounded like mere demon gossip, the sort of Akashik whisperings you picked up on the ethersphere while you slept dormant in your host awaiting the time of your awakening and... Like a jolt of lighting he realized his peril, and mere moments later he retreated back inside his host, taking shelter behind her natural immunity so that he could withstand the plague that might otherwise have made him a very extinct "God above all other Gods" in a matter of a few hours. Tatsuo Nagumi opened her eyes and looked around, then wondered (A)---where she was, (B)---how she had gotten there, and (C)---why she was naked and so chilly? It felt like a morgue in here...in fact, it looked a little like a morgue? But that was silly, she felt perfectly fine! Maybe a bit confused with a lingering sense of having missed something significant over the past several hours. The last thing she could remember was talking to Akemi, her girlfriend, right before they encountered that strange girl with the green hair, and then Nagumi wound up chasing after a frightened Akemi...and then there was that car that had come screeching from out of no where and... "Oh no...it happened again," Nagumi groaned, "I must have fainted when I saw the car...good thing it didn't run me over, that would have sucked cold turkeys...and speaking of cold, I'm freezing! This place is like an iceberg! Time to go find some clothing to wear and get the heck out of there, then she'd look up Akemi again and warm herself up the old fashioned way. Despite her disorientation Nagumi smiled with anticipation, being just one more lecherous teenager in a world full of horny young girls eager to get off on the nearest available warm body, but there was something about Akemi that made her different from all the rest. Nagumi had to convince Akemi that she was special to her, and that she wasn't going to toss her off for some green haired bimbo who popped up out of no where... Little did she suspect but that "Green haired bimbo" was close nearby and observing the whole affair with a mixture of disgust and amusement. Yaku Megumi could not help making the observation aloud to herself, "Well, that was sure a disappointing display. Who'd guess the Overfiend would turn out to be such a wuss?" "Now that's not fair, Megumi-chan," the little gnome-like creature hovering beside her remarked, "You know the plague can affect even immortals thanks to the nature of that wish. If your brother were here he'd point out that no one can entirely escape the effects of a supernaturally created virus, especially one backed by a wish that states explicitly that all men will drop dead and die if they tarry here for too long." "I know that," Megumi said in disgust, "But you'd think it was only human men who'd succumb to a thing like that, not a robust stud like my brother." In truth her brother had been affected by the Plague, but had wisely chosen to return to the Beast World, where his natural constitution helped him overcome the side-effects while generating an immunity that would hold only so long as he avoided direct contact with mortals. Megumi, of course, was not affected in the least, being already a horny and resilient sort with centuries of experience coping with her own hyper-libido. What to many young girls was a curse of overly active female gonads was perfectly natural to a half-human Beast woman who had come to the mortal planes in search of the legendary Overfiend, hoping that the Destroyer of Worlds might recreate the planet without the curse that afflicted all humans. Ironically enough, had Yaku Amano remained on the mortal worlds for very long a cure for the virus would have been discovered within his own immune system. What countless billions of dollars of medical research had failed to produce now flowed naturally in his veins, but since Amano's near brush with his own mortality he had gotten scared at the prospect of re-contamination, and so he had not risked coming back to find this out, and so would not learn in time that he was the potential savior of humanity, and that the Overfiend himself would never dare show himself again for long enough periods to actually matter. Not knowing this herself, Megumi considered her options, having just learned first-hand the great obstacle that stood in the way of the Overfiend's return in full glory. Perhaps, though, her mission was not a complete failure since she now knew the identity of the Host, which meant that this Nagumi would be a target for other demons and thus would require a protector, preferably a body- guard who could keep an eye on that sweet body of hers and keep her safe until a means was found to allow the Overfiend to fulfill his mission. Smiling at the cleverness of her resolution, Megumi took off into the night sky intending to keep watch over Nagumi. The girl definitely needed a guardian Angel (or Beast Woman) to watch over her, and Megumi definitely relished playing the part of protector, especially if it got her into some delicious Tentacle Rape situations. Now if only she could figure out how to coax the Overfiend back out of hiding, at least long enough to give her a good ride? Megumi had remembered her jealousy at seeing the blonde girl getting humped and imagined herself riding that massive log of meat that the Demon God had boasted. She'd find a way to get him hard and ready for her, no problem, and then she'd collect her "reward" for safeguarding Nagumi (of course she also meant to collect from Nagumi, but that was an entirely different matter altogether...)... "This is Hell." "How do you know?" Mraller asked as she glanced at her companion. "It just is," the hooded figure responded with a contemptuous snort, "Maybe you don't think so, but that's because you are a woman. You don't have to worry about the Virus messing you up inside, but try having some pity for your fellow co-workers at the Rival Relief agency." "Why should I?" she asked, "It's not like you'd swear it if women were the ones who were dropping dead while you men remained virile and healthy." "Not so," her compatriot replied, "Contrary to what you may think of us, Mara, a world without comely female mortals to play with would be empty and without purpose...but this is far worse even than that! The Children of Eve and Lilith both have lost their Adams, and thus their very reason to be in conflict, and since all anyone ever thinks about anymore is sex, sex and more sex...it just doesn't have the same perverse nature any more. What once was considered dark and forbidden is now thought of as Vanilla, and if a mortal succumbs to her desires it is regarded as natural behavior, not a gross violation of the laws of carnal nature." "So I ask again, why should I sweat it?" Mraller asked, "So everybody likes to have fun all of the time, and nobody gets sick anymore since the men are all dead and the women are all beautiful and healthy? Seems the only ones who lose out on that bargain are the men swelling up the afterlife, and---of course---you demons." "You just think that way because you're in love with that goddess of yours," the hooded figure glared balefully, "A Goddess and a Demon of opposite nature in love together...it is the ultimate perversion! It goes against all the laws and canon of our agency, and if I were still system administrator you would be severely reprimanded and forced to do paperwork in our clerical department for all of eternity..." "But you're not in charge anymore, Lucifer," Mraller pointed out, "We Demonesses now rule the agency, and we're doing a more efficient job than you Incubi and fallen Angels ever did..." "And how do you reason that?" Lucifer glared malevolently from beneath his protective hood, "You're no longer tempting mortals into straying from the path of enlightenment...you're helping them to become better attuned with the perversity of their nature! You're giving self-help courses in mutual masturbation and S&M parlor games like you were holding Tupperware parties! And that isn't even going into the community service projects that you've devoted valuable resources towards..." "Well, as you say, it is a different world, and we really don't have to live by the same standards that prevailed in the past," Mraller noted, "And what was the point of that whole 'Tempt them to the Darkside' thing anyway? It was thinking like that which caused the Virus in the first place, and whose department was it that was handling the Saddam Hussein case anyway?" "I don't want to talk about that," Lucifer groused, "That was Shaitan's doing anyway, another department..." "Well, there you have it," Mraller argued, "The old way was to try and con as many mortals into signing contracts with us so that they'd pledge their energies to the Demon world in order to fortify us in our mission to overthrow the rule of Heaven. Didn't do us a whole lot of good when half our followers all dropped dead because of one rogue tyrant and a wish given to a pervert. The other half found religion awfully fast, don't you think, seeing their men fall away while they got young and healthy..." "I said I didn't want to talk about that," Lucifer growled, "Are you deaf?" "No, just bored," Mraller replied, "I've been hearing the same tired arguments out of you for the last fifteen years, how unfair it is that women now get all the breaks while male demons don't even dare show their faces for fear of coming down with something. And what was that whole dispute between us and Heaven about anyway? Free will? The right to self-governance without relying on some antiquated morality? Well, guess what, we won! Now even Heaven is starting to see things our way, and we don't even have to recruit followers to sign pacts in blood...they sign up on the Internet for home-taught lessons..." "You consider that an improvement?" "Sure, why not?" Mraller asked, "We don't have to torture the wicked and the damned for all eternity, they do it to themselves and call it a recreational fetish! Since no one ever dies except by accident or murder they get to live long and fulfilling lives casually unlearning all that Monotheistic crap that they've been taught in convents and churches. And try finding a preacher now who'll lambaste her flock for giving in to the temptations of the flesh and the wages of sin and all that, I double dare you!" "But what about the other vices of humanity!" Lucifer protested, "Laziness, Sloth, Envy, Greed, Pride, Jealousy...!" "Oh, we're doing great business in all those departments," Mraller smiled, "The problem with you, Lucifer, is that you're too much of a stick-in-the-mud. You should learn to adapt and move with the times. It's not like in the old days when you passed yourself off as the 'One God' to a bunch of idiot tribesmen, then urged them to slaughter their neighbors and steal their land to build your 'Sacred Covenant.' The world's moved on from there, Jerusalem's a Matriarchal paradise, Islam's been replaced by the Wisdom of Sophia, and the Pope's a woman...I mean, how can you get more perverse than that?" "You...you just don't understand," Lucifer complained, "You've taken all the fun out of being wicked! You've turned it into just another self-help cause celebre for the overly self-indulgent! There's no one left to corrupt anymore, no one to torment who doesn't say thank you later...!" "Luce, it's late and I'm tired," Mraller complained as she glanced at the image in the mirror, "This line is supposed to be kept open for dealing with my Chat line, so if you're just going to unload on me the same tired arguments about the Wages of Sin being brought down to K-mart-style prices, then I'm going to have to ask that you bug me about it later. Bye now." She broke the connection then heard her bedroom companion stir and slowly turn to glance in her direction. "That old fossil is at it again?" she complained. "You'd think he'd get a clue by now," Mraller sighed, "Of course doing evil and wicked things isn't the same anymore...what did he expect? People are much more cooperative now and they've marshaled resources to end poverty, starvation, illiteracy and job shortages the world over. The Rain Forest is being repaired and medical services are being redirected to more useful purposes now that there are no longer such things as diseases like cancer, and nobody' wired up to a machine in a terminal ward. The Earth is in danger of becoming a paradise, so naturally we have to adapt with the flow and concentrate our resources on moral vice as a far more lucrative outlet for us to continue working with mortals." "Still and all, he does have a point," Urd murmured as she playfully reached out with a hand and began stroking Mraller's leg, "Nothing is the same anymore since Heaven and Hell have signed that mutual defense contract..." "Well, it's not like we have that much to argue about anymore," Mraller smiled as she saw where Urd's hand was headed, "Except which one of us gets to do the dishes." "Fie on that," Urd snorted, "Belldandy's the one in the family who likes doing domestic chores. I really do miss her now that she's taken up residence in that temple with that mortal." Mraller smiled as she noted the disgruntled tone in the voice of her lover and said, "You're thinking about visiting her...aren't you?" "Maybe," Urd replied as she worked her fingers ever closer to the demoness's "Gateway to Hell's Bounty," "If it doesn't quite work out between Bell and that Megumi. I know Skuld's furious about losing sleeping rights to her 'big sister,' but it's about time the kid grows up out of her Incest fetish stage. You know, she's taken to using a sledgehammer now in place of her old mallet when dealing with all the bugs we've got in our system?" "Speaking of which," Mraller leaned back and parted her thighs to allow Urd free access to her "portal," "How's the project going trying to undo the Virus? Any luck getting those program changes?" "I'd wish, but I'm not allowed to," Urd grumbled, "So far we've had six tries at finding a mortal who's selfless enough to make the wish as directed, but all six times something went wrong in the wording, and like Bell's client they wound up asking for something different..." "All six times?" even Mraller was amazed at the perversity of that statement. "Yeah, and the last time was the clincher," Urd scowled, "We thought Nanda had it all worked out, but her client wound up wishing that she was a studly guy who could give her the loving that she needed, and so Nanda suffered a system- induced sex change. Had to modify it a bit so that she's now a Herm and thus protected against the Virus..." "NANDA???" Mraller gasped for more than just the feeling of two fingers pushing up inside her, "Are we talking about that cute blonde in the Case Filing department? The mousy little thing who couldn't even hack it doing field word without stumbling on her spellcasting?" "Yeah, I know, but we were desperate for volunteers at that point," Urd sighed, "Somehow that damned Virus is generating bugs like crazy, and we think it may have a self-protection subroutine that keeps bollixing up our efforts to rewrite it." "I don't envy you your job at times like this," Mraller shuddered (though that might have been due to the way Urd cunningly was stroking her "G"-spot right then, "In all the times...I tried to...help bring...hell on Earth...I never dreamed of causing anything...OOOHHH---this extensive!" she started to grind her hips together into the mattress as Urd applied her thumb to "massaging" Mraller's clitoris. "I guess it's true what they say," Urd mused, "Hell is what we make of it...and speaking of which..." "Yes?" Mraller asked in understated anticipation. "I feel like giving some of it back to you for those stripes you painted on my butt just now," Urd purred sensuously, "Feel like getting a little payback?" "Well, as they say on my side of the fence, it's better to receive than to give...or something like that," Mraller cooed, but one question nagged her enough to bother asking, "What about that other project you were discussing...the guy who turns into a girl and all that?" "Peorth's managing that project," Urd mused as she moved in closer to rub her tanned brown body up and down the pale form of her delightfully wicked bedmate, "And from what I hear she's had some success...with a few odd quirks thrown in to make things typically complicated." "Quirks?" Mraller asked, before her mouth was covered by Urd's and she could no longer focus on anything else but the needs of her body that craved the attentions of the goddess, and for the next several hours words were only spoken on the non-verbal level in a language that was loud and clear between them, making all other issues seem irrelevant in the light of their mutual hunger... TENDO HOME---SAME DAY! Ranma knew that she was trapped and helpless from the moment that she and the others discovered themselves at the mercy of this other Akane. The Akane that she had just met was in pretty much the same shape as was Shampoo, Ukyo and the other two Tendo older sisters, all pinned against the walls like flies while the angry girl in the center of the mind storm glared at them with a look of pure accusation. "Which one of you did it?" she growled malevolently, "How many of you were having sex with my Madoka-chan?" Ranma tried to fight back against the invisible force holding her pinned but it was like trying to move her arms against a concrete wall. In frustration he grated out, "Mom...wherever you are...help...!" "Akane-chan," Madoka spoke up from where she lay, tied face-up to the coffee table and clearly "Open for Business," thus unable to physically do anything more at the moment than to offer a weak, "You don't have to be jealous of my new friends..." "Jealous?" the strange brown-haired girl grated out, "I'm not jealous, you flirt! I'm just looking out for my proprietary interests in you, that's all. Not that I'm the least bit surprised that you flaunted your wares around a house full of strangers. I knew it was a mistake letting you take a day job..." "Um...look..." Nabiki grunted, "If it's a lover's quarrel between you two..." A tea plate rose up from a nearby tray and went slicing through the air, to bury itself in the wall right next to Nabiki's head and remain there with only a few centimeters of china ware showing. "Right," Nabiki said, getting the hint, "I'll just shut up now..." "Oh my," Kasumi exclaimed, "She's an Esper!" "You think?" the Akane whom Kasumi and Nabiki were related to remarked as she, too, struggled to free herself from the telekinetic wall that held them captive. "Aiyaa..." Shampoo grunted, "Is hard to move...feel like fly in amber..." "Know what you mean...girlfriend," Ukyo grit her teeth and tried to get one arm free, only to give it up as an impossible task, "She's strong...never met a TK...this strong before..." "I'm among the best in my class at the Academy," the strange girl named Kasuga Akane noted, "Doesn't make a difference to me if you struggle or not, I can hold you here as long as I like, and I'm not letting go until you tell me which one of you was screwing around with my Madoka-chan...or were you all doing it with her together?" The girls all collectively felt the force tighten up around their bodies, cutting off breath and making a coherent response all but impossible at that moment. "Akane-chan," Madoka pleaded, "If you'd only let me explain..." "Explain what?" Akane grated between clenched teeth, "That once again I find you making out with another girl behind my back? Haruka I can understand, and Hitome...that was probably inevitable, and I've got no objections to you screwing around with our roommate, Hikaru, since she's nice enough and doesn't hog the sheets like Harume...which reminds me...any of you girls start your names with an 'H'?" No one answered, of course, but that was as much because they could not answer with their windpipes closed off, though at a sweeping glance Akane could tell that they were not responding positively to her question. "All right then," she said, "Guess we're going to have to do this the old fashioned way, prepared for Mind Probe!" All at once the telekinetic pressure around their bodies fell away, and Ranma found herself sliding to the floor as the pressure ebbed, the same as with her fiancées and the other Akane. Relief flooded into her lungs as she sucked air and tried to get her circulation going again, but the respite was only brief as the physical force was replaced by a different kind of psychic emanation, one geared to surprise them as they were not prepared to be assaulted in such an intimate manner. Ranma felt as though someone had just opened up her head to examine her brain and found her thoughts being rifled through by a random access sweep. The sensation only lasted a few seconds but when it was done she felt...violated. The same held true for the others until at last it came to Kasumi, who found herself coming face-to-face with this other strange girl, that Akane glaring her in the eyes and seeming to read her like an open manga. "You are the one?" she said, looking Kasumi up and down before seeming to relax a little, "Well...I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised...Madoka-chan always did have good taste in bedmates..." "Please don't hurt her, Akane-chan," Madoka pleaded, "If you must punish someone, then punish me, not her..." "Hmmm..." Akane scowled, "So you did all that with her? Well then, that means you owe me just compensation. You ought to know that a penalty must be paid in kind for taking liberties with another girl's girlfriend." "Um...excuse me?" Kasumi asked politely. "Relax, I'm not going to hurt you...much," Akane folded her arms and looked smug, "But since you were kidnapping my Madoka-chan, I feel it's only right to kidnap you and hold you for ransom until you convince me to let me go. I'm sure your family can spare you for a while, provided you agree to come along quietly without giving me any fuss." "Um...well, if you think that would be the right thing to do," Kasumi conceded. "Just a minute here!" growled Tendo Akane, "You're not going anywhere with my big sister, and if you try anything I'll...!" Ranma started to say something in protest, only to wince as the dark haired Tendo sister found herself picked up and slammed back into the wall, this time hard enough to leave an impression, to which Ranma could only wince and say, "Baka." "And who the fuck are you?" Kasuga Akane turned to regard Ranma, "Somebody else who wants to challenge me to a brawl." "If you agree to fight fairly, yes," Ranma assured her. "I wasn't trained to fight fairly," Akane replied as she turned around, "But if you insist on making a point about it..." Ranma grit her teeth even as she prepared to meet another wave of mind-force from the girl in the Academy uniform. Instead Akane calmly tripped off her shirt so as to free herself of the encumbrance, all too aware of the fact that she was the only female in the room who was wearing any type of clothing. Ranma studied her and noted how well toned the upper arms of this girl was and began to suspect that she, too, was a trained fighter. Realizing that this girl might prove to be a legitimate challenge sobered her up so that she assumed a fighting crouch and said, "Whenever you're ready..." All at once Shampoo produced a pair of round-ball maces and launched herself at the strange girl, only to get caught once again by the mind-force, which slammed her up and through the ceiling. Ukyo was the next to attack, launching a savage flying kick that failed to connect since the next second she was bouncing off the walls like a rag doll, only to be thrown into Ranma's path when she tried to come to the aid of her childhood friend and lifelong companion. Both Ranma and Ukyo went down in a heap, leaving this Akane the clear victor in the field of battle. "So much for this lot," Akane said as she turned and prepared to face Kasumi, "And as for you..." All at once something rapped hard against the back of her head and Akane went down like a marionette with the power couplings turned off. She was sprawled out unconscious across the floor before she was even aware of being attacked by the blunt butt-end of a naginata, and thus was not able to hear Kimiko Tendo say, "No one comes into my house and roughs up my daughters and houseguests." "Oh my...Mother?" Kasumi asked in surprise, seeing her mother standing there completely naked. "Whoah," Nabiki remarked, "How'd you managed to catch her napping like that, Momma?" "It was simple enough, really," Kimiko replied as she leaned against her pole arm, "I was in the military once, and I learned now to mask my presence and move in complete silence a long time before any of you were born. Once I knew that she was a Psionic, all I had to do was blank out my thoughts and approach from her blind-spot." "And now that you've subdued the one who spoiled our fun and upset our children," Nodoka remarked as she calmly unsheathed her katana. "M-Mom?" Ranma asked from where she lay pinned under Ukyo's limp body. "Stay out of this, Son," Nodoka said grimly, "She attacked you in Kimiko-chan's home, so therefore we have a right to defend ourselves...by all means necessary." "Wait!" Those still conscious enough to turn heads and look saw yet another player enter the scene, a petite girl with short brown hair in a plain gray dress stood at the back of the porch and seemed quite distressed as she regarded the scene of mayhem. Nonetheless, she showed resolution by squaring her shoulders and saying, "Oh behalf of the Academy, I ask that you spare Akane-sama's life. She is a valuable asset that we cannot afford to lose...and besides which...I love her." "And you are?" Kimiko asked politely. "Hiyama Hikaru," the girl replied, "A fellow student of the Kimaguri Academy, minor class Psionic, Talent Level II. Akane-chan is my Sempai, and Madoka-chan is my best friend..." "Hikaru-chan," Madoka spoke up, "Thank the Kami you're here! If anyone can calm Akane-chan down it's you..." "I'll try and do my best," Hikaru promised, sinking to her knees and bowing her head with hands on the floor in a posture of humility and prostration, "Please...I beg you to spare her. She means as much to us as we do to each other...and I cannot bare the thought of losing her. If you must punish someone, take it out on me, but not Akane!" "Oh my," Kasumi turned from the strange girl to glance at the one who had been tormenting them mere moments before, then she looked inquisitively at Nodoka and Kimiko before saying, "Mother?" "Can you assure me that she won't attack us again if we spare her life?" Kimiko asked. "You may take my life if she threatens you," Hikaru responded, "But I ask you...please don't hurt her. I know that she has a bit of a temper, but Akane means well...even if she does get a bit jealous on occasions..." Madoka looked at Nodoka and said, "Hikaru-chan speaks for both of us. Akane won't do anything rash if you tell her that we'll take the punishment on her behalf..." Kimiko raised an eyebrow and glanced at her own companion, "Nodoka-chan?" "I'm not in the habit of threatening children," Nodoka replied, and then she took a step closer to where Madoka lay bound and her sword flashed for a few seconds before sliding back into its sheath in the next instant. To her considerable surprise Madoka found the ropes binding her had been sliced through without so much as nicking her skin, so she sat up and started rubbing her wrists to ease her rope burns, then regarded the swordswoman and said, "Will you let us talk to her? Hikaru-chan and I can make Akane-chan see reason, then when she's calmed down we'll try and explain ourselves better. Besides, this is my fault, I was the one who seduced your Kasumi." "Oh my," Kasumi smiled, "And here I thought we were seducing one another...in fact, may I make a helpful suggestion?" Kimiko smiled, "You want to be there to explain things from your end?" "Oh my," Hikaru blinked, "Are you also a psychic?" "No," Kimiko replied, "But I know how my daughter thinks. You may take her upstairs to Kasumi's bedroom and do with her as you will, just be sure not to make too much of a commotion. I should like to talk to this girl when she is more...accommodating. From what I can tell, this Akane threw my Akane for a loop, and that speaks highly for her abilities. Tell me, is she a class IV?" "Class VI, lady Tendo," Madoka replied as she felt herself up and finished restoring her circulation, then grinned as she contemplated the unconscious Akane, adding, "She's top in her class, a real talent. She has full range abilities from Telepathy to Telekinesis, and a bit of Empathy thrown in for good measure." "A Telekinetic AND a Telepath?" Nodoka arched an eyebrow, "I was given to think those two categories were mutually exclusive." "Well," Hikaru replied, "To be honest...Akane can't use both abilities at the exact same time...something about different parts of her brain having to be activated...but you can see how fast she can switch off from one ability to the other..." "Aiyaa..." Shampoo moaned as she started to recover, "Shampoo think brain girl is too-too quick in using mind power..." "You said it," Ranma replied as she examined Ukyo to determine if anything were damaged, "Hey, Ucchan...you all right?" "From the way she was bounced around like a toy?" Nabiki asked as she bent down over to examine the unconscious girl, "She's lucky if anything's still working. Here, let me try and see if I can get a reaction." Without the least hesitation, the middle Tendo sister started to feel up the other girl, first cupping her hands around Ukyo's breasts and massaging them lightly, then gently taking her nipples between thumbs and forefingers before pinching and twisting them, then pulling them taunt and letting go again, which caused a snap that snapped Ukyo's eyes wide open. "Ow..." she complained as she started rubbing her breasts, "That hurt..." "If you want, you can do the same thing to mine," Nabiki smiled slyly, then without waiting for a reaction she moved to position herself between the other girl's legs and started rubbing her pelvis up and down Ukyo's mossy bush. The chef looked up at her with surprise but then began to move in time and counterpoint with Nabiki's pelvic motions, then reached up with her hands and cupped the other girl's breasts, giving them a good pinch even as Nabiki arched her neck and made a soft gasp of approval. "Guess that means you're gonna be all right, huh Ucchan?" Ranma grinned in her relief. "Guess so," Ukyo quipped as she grinned up at the girl whose breasts she was toying with while their pussies ground together and their labia lips started "kissing" one another, "Never could pass up a pretty girl who wants a nice fondle...and I sure like your way of checking for a pulse, Sugar." "My pleasure," Nabiki replied as she sought to maximize contact between their pelvic reasons, using the little nub of her clitoris to explore the other girl's pussy until she found Ukyo's clitoris and was able to stroke the two button-like nubs together. "Oooh...now that's my idea of a wake-up call..." Ukyo gasped then purred contentedly as Nabiki reached down and started fondling her chest. Ranma was staring open-eyed at these two when she felt slender arms move around from behind, and all at once her own breasts were being cupped and fondled, even as Shampoo leaned her chin against an earlobe and murmured sweetly into Ranma's ear, "You think you see something special, Airen? Well, Shampoo know many, many ways of making a girl much-much happy. You want explore with Shampoo, yes?" "Uh...sure," Ranma gasped as she leaned back and felt the knobby tips of the Amazon's large breasts caress her lower back. Having her own breasts be played with was certainly a relaxing way of winding down after a brief fight or near encounter, and it occurred to her that she had yet to spend that much time getting to know her purple-haired fiancée, so there was no time at all like the present... "Oh my, that does look nice," Kasumi said with envious glee as she helped Madoka and Hikaru carry the limp Akane up the stairs and towards her room, but then the older Tendo sister smiled, considering what fun she was about to have with her new friends as they worked together to "calm down" the unconscious Akane... Just then her own sister, Akane, groaned and woke up from her light daze, murmuring softly, "What happened...?" When no one answered her immediately she pulled herself out of the hole that she had created in the wall and looked in to see Nabiki and the others were too occupied screwing one another to give her much (if any) attention. "Oh," she remarked, looking around to see what become of their assailant, "Guess we must have scared her off...or something. I could sure use a nice bath about now..." Again no reaction, which was proof enough to Akane's mind that Nabiki was good and heavily into the action. She sighed a bit in relief at this, knowing how her sisters loved to take advantage of their "little sister" whenever Akane dropped her guard around them. For once she could look forward to a nice soak without having to risk being attacked by an overly amorous sister, a luxury for which she was grateful to the Kami. Now if only the sight of Nabiki humping that other girl...Ukyo was her name? If only that didn't affect her in some way, making her wish that she had Yuka and Sayuri on hand to relieve her own pent-up sexual tension... As Akane stalked off in search of the balm of hot water to ease her bruised and battered body, Ranma was busy giving back to Shampoo what the Amazon had been visiting upon her when she was a guy, delighting in writhing upon the floor in the arms of the supple purple-haired wonder, hands and lips in slow-motions as they took their time fingering and fondling one another, legs moving together as they sought to pry open the other's lap in order to grind a thigh up against either a crimson or purple-furred pelvis. Ranma was a wonder at how easily she moved within the arms of Shampoo, and how instinctively the other girl worked in concert with her own body's needs, as if the two of them could sense and react intuitively to the subtle clues and urges that they were conveying to one another... Nabiki felt her body tense as she started to climax, moving her loins against Ukyo's as though attempting to create suction to hold their pussy lips in place as a fluid rush passed from one girl into the other, setting off Ukyo's own orgasm mere instants later. Neither one released their grip upon the other's bosom as they continued to play with and knead the soft flesh of fulsome breasts that were both swollen with their mutual arousal. Nabiki found this Ukyo to be quite a talented sort in the way the chef's fingers stroked her nerves and heightened the pleasure of their mutual contact, but Nabiki proved to know a few tricks in that regard herself, and soon it was the chef who writhed and moaned beneath her before Ukyo threw her well-muscled legs around Nabiki's waist and drew her down for a kiss that was intense with their growing hunger. Shampoo was panting and groaning as she held Ranma's head down between her parted legs, and from the way the redhead was tonguing her it was only a matter of time before she experienced yet another delicious climax. Still and all the Amazon turned a glance towards Ukyo and Nabiki when she heard them screaming out together, and then a cunning smile crossed her sensuous lips as a wicked gleam formed in her eyes. With some effort (and not a little reluctance on her part), Shampoo urged Ranma to desist in the act of cunnalingus then bade the other girl to make eye-contact, seeing the surprised look in her Airen's expression. "Shampoo have idea," she said slyly, "Nabiki want pony-ride, yes?" "Uh...well, yeah," Ranma admitted. Shampoo reached for the pot that had remained on a tray upon the floor the whole time (miraculously unspilled) and proceeded to splash the still-warm contents over Ranma, instantly triggering her transformation back into his male form. "What did you do that...?" Ranma-kun immediately sputtered. "No talk," Shampoo said as she put a finger to her husband's lips and smiled, then with her eyes she glanced at Nabiki and said, "Flutter-girl leave backdoor open. You be good Airen and close it for her?" "Huh?" Ranma asked, then slowly caught on, "Oh...I get it..." "You owe it to Flutter-girl," Shampoo grinned at the pet-name that she had just given to her co-wife, then gently rolled out from underneath Ranma to make certain to guide him to the right position, thus giving Ranma little chance to think twice about the matter as he moved up behind Nabiki, who never even saw him coming. Neither did he, as a matter of fact, only this time Nabiki came with such force that she threw her head back for a scream, and in doing so inadvertently struck Ranma on the chin with the top of her head. That sent him sprawling flat on his back, momentarily stunned, while Nabiki rubbed her head and said, "OW!" "Aiyaa," Shampoo remarked, "Maybe this take more work than Shampoo thought..." Meanwhile Akane was filling up the furo with warm water and then sat down to scrub herself down on the stood nearby, muttering to herself as she did this, "They sure are making a lot of noise in there. Guess I can't blame Nabiki, but those other girls ought to take it easy and save some of it for after they get married to that pervert, Ranma." So preoccupied was she with her ablutions that she failed to notice the figure perched among the rafters overhead, nor did she see the lithe form drop down and land with cat-like grace along the opposite edges of the furo, then silently ease herself into the warm water with nary a sound to give away her presence.... "I'm so sorry, Ranma-kun," Nabiki apologized to the still-stunned Ranma, crouching over him with Ukyo and Shampoo on the sides looking down with equal concern in their expressions, "I didn't see you there...I mean...that hurt and all, but I didn't mean to knock you out..." "Guh..." Ranma managed to respond, his eyes refusing to refocus. "Ranchan," Ukyo said, "She's trying to apologize to you. The least you can do is pay attention." "Ugh..." Ranma grunted, wondering why the room was still spinning. "Aiyaa," Shampoo sighed, "Think maybe Airen need special Amazon technique, make feel better enough to give Nabiki you forgiveness?" Ranma did not immediately answer, so Ukyo asked, "What kind of special technique is that?" "Is not for Shampoo to apply," Shampoo informed her companions, "Is Nabiki who must make Airen forgive her, so she do technique while Shampoo make instructions." "What do I have to do?" Nabiki asked, clearly distraught at her own actions since this was hardly the way she meant to make a good impression on her future husband. "Is very simple, yes?" Shampoo smiled, pointing towards Ranma's limp crotch, "You make this hard again, use hands to massage, then when Airen rise up to occasion you give nice head, then he forgive you." "Nice head?" Nabiki blinked, "You mean..." Ukyo caught on, "Hey, try it, Girlfriend, you might even like it...I sure did!" "Well...all right," Nabiki reluctantly said, then moved her hands into position and started to gently massage the soft scrotum and flaccid penis that felt so very different from a woman's vagina and clitoris. Ranma did notice that someone was doing something down there, and at first the hands felt clumsy and groping, but then they started to develop more finesse and soon he was groaning himself at the feeling of soft fingers playing with his balls and dick. Almost before he knew it new life started to flow down there and he began expanding immediately, swelling out to a length that made Nabiki's eyes go round in amazement. She continued to work her hands up and down the long shaft while tickling the base with her fingers and getting the balls nice and hard, as was the consistency of the rest of his male organ... All save the bulbous helmet-shaped head, and as Nabiki began to stare in wonder and admire it she heard Shampoo speak encouragingly, "Now take in mouth and lick it...yes?" "Lick it?" Nabiki repeated, nervous and yet unconsciously salivating. "But remember, no bite," Shampoo urged, then did some leaning back of her own as she felt Ukyo's hands began to fondle her, the chef unable to hold back any more in her desire for attention. Nabiki decided to do as asked even though she was faintly uneasy at the thought of putting such a thing in her mouth, all too aware of where it might wind up sooner or later. Still and all, she had practiced often enough with dildos, and had a ball gag in her mouth on more than one occasion, so she knew what principles were involved here and was ready to try anything...at least once. So she flicked her tongue against the soft flesh of the bulbous head and was surprised to discover that it had a sponge-like consistency and yet did not taste bad at all...in fact, it tasted a bit salty. Hesitation gave way to curiosity, and then she took the whole thing into her mouth and moved her tongue around to flick all over its surface, and without even willing it to happen started to bob her head down a bit lower, taking first two inches into her mouth, then three, and then going even lower. For Ranma this was the jolt that woke him up completely and made him sit up to pay attention. To his amazement he saw Nabiki starting to bob up and down over his manhood, swallowing him like a sword and going down half its length before pausing and moving back up again, releasing him for long enough to take another deep breath, then plunging down again as far as she could manage. The sensations this caused him made Ranma groan and fall back on his elbows, unable to believe the powerful feelings this churned up inside him as Nabiki continued to plunge him deeper and deeper into her mouth, even down he throat for a few inches before releasing him again, taking another breath then going at it all over. Shampoo paused in the act of pleasuring Ukyo to take notice of the results this was having, then grinned like a cat and said, "Flutter-girl get idea now. She make Airen happy, he forgive her." "Enough talk," Ukyo urged her Amazon lover, taking one generous bosom between both hands before covering the nipple with her mouth and suckling her until Shampoo gasped and responded by hugging her all the more tightly to her bosom... Akane paused to glance over one shoulder as she heard yet another scream from down the hallway, then she sniffed and eased herself into the furo, letting the warm water cover her up to chin level as she sighed in relief and started to relax her own body. "Those perverts can do whatever they like," she smiled, "I could stay here all day...this feel so---NIIIICCCEE...???" she jumped in surprise as somebody shot a jet of warm water into her pelvis, causing Akane to sit upright and stare in dismay, "WHAAA---???" All at once a head broke the surface of the bath and a familiar face leered at her before purring, "One of the advantages of training in Swimming and Gymnastics is good breath control. Hello there, Akane-chan, did you miss me?" "K-K-Kodachi???" Akane yelped, only to gasp in surprise as the pony-tailed gymnast sank back beneath the water and proceeded to dive in between Akane's thighs, parting them to bring her mouth into play before the Tendo girl could so much as raise a token protest... Continued. Comments/Criticisms/Kodachi Deep Diving Techniques: shadowmane@ridgenet.net Things seem to be going swimmingly along for the Tendo family, right? So...with the one Akane be "convinced" into relaxing her vendetta? Will Nabiki get her Pony ride without interruptions? And will Kodachi score with the reluctant Akane? Be here next time for: "Half a Loaf of Tendo?" or, "One Lump or Two, Please?" Be there! X -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- If you wish to check out my other works, Please check out my Fanfiction webpage at: http://s11.sexshare.com/~jbader/jimbader.html All related chapters of this series can be found there along with my other works.