Sticks and Stones

Nabiki knocked on Akane's door and poked her head through. "Hi! Mind if I come in?"

Akane looked up from the Sailor Moon manga she had been flipping through and shook her head, gesturing for Nabiki to come in, curiosity piqued. Nabiki didn't often come into her room, for one reason or another. Strange that she didn't, really, but then, Nabiki wasn't exactly your normal sister. Akane would go so far as to say that she was quite abnormal. She didn't know anyone else who sold the kinds of things Nabiki could find...

Nabiki closed and locked the door behind her, moving to close the curtains to the window as well before sitting on the bed next to Akane. Her voice was little more than a husky whisper as she leaned close to Akane's face, her lips tilted in what was almost a smirk.

"I've got something that you're *really* going to want."

Akane snorted and looked disbelieving, whispering back in an equally secretive manner. "Sure, you do, Nabiki. You always do. Question being whether or not I can *afford* it.." Akane raised an eyebrow at her sister coolly. "After all, if I can't afford it then why should I even bother to want it?"

Nabiki's eyes twinkled with a sudden cynical joy. "Oh, Akane, how can you even doubt that you would want what I have to offer this afternoon?" Her hand crept across the bed to lightly caress Akane's thigh, slipping up the inside of her dress to the edge of her panties, pressing against the rapidly dampening material.

Akane drew in her breath, hissing softly as her knees reflexively opened, her head dropping back as she arched her back slightly, thoughts clouding over from the gentle pressure of Nabiki's fingers against her cunt. She gave a hoarse whimper of approval, shivering violently as Nabiki withdrew her fingers and whispered quietly, "And that's just the beginning of how what I've got for you will make you feel."

Akane perked up. "What kind of payment plan are we talking about here?"

Nabiki seemed to roll the thought around, contemplating it. "Well... considering you're my sister.. I'll only charge you 15,000 yen. Keep in mind that Kodachi would be glad enough to buy this particular item and pay three times as much, easily." {And I might still sell her a copy,} she thought.

Akane blinked. "That's a good bit of money, oneechan. It must be something.." her voice dropped, "really good, then, huh?"

Nabiki practically purred. "You have no *idea* how good."

Akane sighed and thought about it for a few moments. Nabiki had never really cheated *her* out of money too badly, after all. She supposed that if it was something that she didn't think was worth the money, she could always figure out some way to get back at her... That thought caused a brilliant smile as she winked at Nabiki, her eyes sparkling as she opened a nearby drawer and began to count out the money. Sotto voice, she whispered, "All right, Nabiki. You've got a customer."

Nabiki smiled, the predatory smile of an animal who has finally chased down its prey and handed Akane the video tape. "Enjoy," she remarked caustically. "And try not to hit Ranma *too* hard. After all, he's a major source of monetary value for me!" With that, she left Akane's room, shutting the re-locked door behind her.

Akane blinked. What kind of comment was *that*? If there was something on here that was going to make her angry with Ranma, she didn't see how it could possibly bring her the sort of pleasure that Nabiki was promising. Still, she supposed it was worth looking at....

Two hours later, Akane was frantic. She had done a few chores and then gone to drag out the small television and vcr that Nabiki had sold her six months before when she got a better model. She knew Nabiki must have made money on the deal, but right now, she didn't care. Her attention was transfixed, the screen repeating the images, Ranma's face flushed and screwed up into an expression of painful pleasure as Ryouga's strong body thrust into him repeatedly. Nabiki had really outdone herself, filming from her small hiding space. Akane's fingers thrust frantically, left hand rubbing her entrance as her right nimbly manipulated her clit. Her panties had already made the trek to the floor, soaked from the first time she had seen this and gotten so very excited. She gave a guttural little cry as she slipped a finger beneath the hood to carefully caress the hard little core of her pleasure, her head dropping back, hair brushing her neck. The expression on her face echoed Ranma's on the screen as she began to whimper, little sounds of fulfillment on the air as her fingers became soaked with her wetness, lips trembling, body shaking from the force of her orgasm. She dropped to the sheets, exhausted and gasping softly. My, GOD. She never would have thought it of either one of them! The things you learn when you have a sister like Nabiki...

Strength regained, Akane stood and padded over to the television, turning all of it off. Her mind was turning in rapid cycles, plotting and planning all manners of wild things. Her main thought, however, settled on the sight of Ranma, his wrists lifted above his head and tied together, gag stuffed into his mouth. She shivered. {Ooo, I want to do that to him!! Damn him!! If he wanted that, he should have come to me, not gone to Ryouga!} she thought. The rational part of her mind spoke up then, {What? So that he could get thwapped with a mallet and called a pervert?? Hello? Is anyone home up there?} It was then that she settled upon her plan.

Ranma looked around cautiously. It was nearly dark in the small Nerima park, the shadows stretching far from the trees around him. He couldn't imagine what Akane could want, or why she wanted him to meet her here at this time of day. He kept walking, though, determined to find her before it got too dark to be safe out here for her.

Akane watched him from a nearby shadow, her hand idly rubbing across a strap of leather. He. He was right where she wanted him. Soon, she'd have him caught in her trap. She was beginning to feel a little bit like that nasty girl, Kodachi, but he *was* her fiance, after all.. it wouldn't hurt to have her way with him just a *little*...

Ranma looked around in confusion. Where on earth could Akane be?? {I mean, she said she'd be right here by this old oak tree, didn't she?} his confused thoughts scattered as he heard the light sound of someone dropping out of the tree behind him. The firm prick of something sharp tickled the sensitive skin near his jugular as he swallowed, standing very still. He almost didn't recognize Akane's voice as she whispered close to his ear, "Be very still and do exactly what I tell you to do."

The first thought was that Cologne must have really done a number on her with some of those spices; the second, that Kodachi must have been brewing some really crazy things this time; the third.. well, the third is really too lurid to put in print[1] -- but his third guess was right on the money.

Ranma's lips trembled as she grasped first his left wrist, and then his right, firmly cuffing both of them as she shoved him into the nearby shrubbery. He was starting to feel a little bit like meat when he felt the cloth shoved over his nose and mouth. Ranma struggled valiantly for a few moments, but it was too much for him. Taking a deep breath of the chloroform, he passed into unconsciousness there in the park.[2]

Ranma shook himself awake, moaning and feeling the way a person probably feels after a night of hard drinking (or cramming for exams, take your pick). His every motion felt as if he was moving under water. He tried to pull his arms down, only to realize that they were tightly held above his head! He gave a stunned little moan and opened his eyes -- or tried to, only to find that he was blindfolded. A few choice curses later, his martial artist's senses became crystal clear. Ranma could hear someone breathing nearby and became still. A finger, warm and slightly damp, traced across one of his pectorals as he jumped in response.

Akane's voice sounded amused as she spoke up from her bedside chair. "Really, Ranma, you'd think that with all of the others that have tried to capture you, it wouldn't have been so easy." She saw his lips tremble, his arms jerking at the silken bonds. The knots just tightened as he pulled, and a smile crossed her face. He was really beautiful this way. She never would have thought it. His dark bangs tumbled across his forehead, contrasting with the white silk sash she'd used to blindfold him. It was too much to resist, so she leaned forward and, oh, so tenderly pressed her lips against his own. She could feel his entire body go still before he arched slightly, moaning as her tongue slipped into the softness of his mouth.

Ranma gasped for breath beneath the soft caress of her lips. A wild sense of excitement flew through his veins, his fingers clasped into fists as he cried out with the sensitive pleasure. He couldn't believe this.. he'd been thinking about it just the other night, with Ryouga.. He couldn't help but blush at the thought, shuddering in remembrance. His attention swayed as he heard Akane beginning to speak to him.

Her voice was little more than a soft whisper against his ear, her words making him flush a bright crimson. "I know about you and Ryouga." His flush turned to a blanch as he struggled harder, becoming cold and silent. Her hand lightly held him down, kept him from cutting off the circulation to his wrists. She quickly spoke again, calming him somewhat, "I know and I find it intensely.. erotic." EROTIC?? HER??? The girl who called him pervert for something he couldn't help found what he had done with Ryouga EROTIC?? If he had been in a position to face-fault, he probably would have done it. His shock, however, was such that no visual description would have been possible. He became very still as she continued speaking. "Are you surprised? You really shouldn't be, you know.. You're both.. magnificent young men, and watching you like that..," her voice shivered, "well, it was a real experience.. I loved the sight of you like that, bound and gagged, and I thought.. Yeah. That's what I want to do to him. Have him tied down like that, so I can do anything {and I DO mean ANYTHING} that I want to do. Make you shudder," she purred.

During Akane's speech, Ranma had found himself becoming harder and harder, his cock standing to attention at the allusions that she made to touching him, making him hers, making him moan and cry out with pleasure. He trembled violently as he felt her pull away the light sheet covering him. Ranma could practically feel her eyes upon him, admiring his body as he arched his hips silently, his entire body shuddering. A cool object lightly danced its way across his chest, making him shiver. Her voice was little more than a soft breeze close to his ear as she said, "This will only hurt a little.." She moved, and her tongue darted out, caressing across his nipple, suckling and making him moan with the sweet, sweet feeling of it before he felt something clamp down on it, hard and tight!!

"Ahh!!" he groaned, unexpectedly. A LITTLE?? Who was she kidding, it was like she had set his chest on fire with that one little clip! As the pain dulled, he realized that it WAS an interesting sort of feeling, highly erotic in that it made him aware of a part of his body that he didn't pay much attention to. He shuddered as he felt her tongue lightly lathe his right nipple, almost the same pattern as before. This time, he was prepared for the little clamp, and only let out a soft whimper as she attached it, pressing her wet cunt against his leg tightly as she did so. He could hear the growl underneath her whimper as she pressed harder, "Ooohhh, yess.."

His fingers were trembling violently as she began to kiss her way down his stomach. He could feel a slick oil on her hands, and it felt really warm to his skin as she slid it over his stomach, caressing the muscles until she reached his oaken manhood. With a careful grip, she enfolded the lengthened shaft, caressing the oil completely over him. Ranma gasped sharply, gods, that hurt!! He moaned, a verbal protest to the heat as he stuttered sharply, "Akane, stop, it hurts!!"[3] Her hand continued on, gently as she lightly reached beneath and rubbed it over the soft nest of his testes, making him shudder even harder, the back of the sash over his eyes becoming wet with his sudden tears. Akane kissed him hard, her hand moving away as she whispered soft, soothing noises in his ear, pressing her other hand lightly to his jaw. He was so gorgeous like this that it was impossible to deny the fact that she loved him to herself any longer. She wiped her hand off carefully, settling her fingers into a bowlful of ice water, whispering, "Shh, shh, it's all right, it won't for long.."

Ranma let out a half sob, shaking, the heat making his entire body hypersensitive. Akane kissed him again, so sweetly, as she took an ice cold cloth and gently wrapped it around the heat and hardness of him. The resulting gasp of shock and surprise was good for her as she rubbed lightly. She could feel him soften somewhat, but continued to stroke him as he shuddered violently, moaning loudly beneath her. Once she had the oil off of him, she leaned down and slowly enveloped him in her mouth. Her tongue teased at the tip of his prick, lightly flickering into the little opening, tracing the flared corona with care as she began to lightly nibble at the little place connecting the head to the shaft, her tongue moving in a light butterfly motion. He thrust his hips up towards her mouth, groaning with pleasure as he felt her take his entire length deep into her mouth, teasing him and then thrusting him all the way into her throat. Her shoulders moved under his thighs as he heard the light *snap* of what sounded like a latex glove.

Ranma swallowed, feeling extraordinarily nervous -- and extraordinarily *excited*. Shudders ran down his spine continuously as he felt her latex covered fingers lightly trailing over his thighs and calves, caressing him as she suckled him deeply into her throat. One hand came to cup his sac, massaging in time with the sweet suckling, as the second lightly probed him. He felt her finger slide just inside of him, teasing him, making him gasp breathlessly, sweating with the sheer exertion of staving back the pleasure. He had the feeling that she wouldn't like it if he came before she wanted him to, and he didn't want to disappoint her. A loud cry came from him as she thrust deep inside of him and began to rhythmically caress him, her lips becoming hotter, tighter, even more pleasing than they had been before. His trembling intensified as he cried out her name, unable to bear it any longer. "A..A..Akane!!"

Akane purred as she felt the wet salt of him explode in her mouth. He tasted just a little sweet, all salt and sugar as she swallowed, feeling some of the droplets explode on her face and her lips. She wanted desperately to giggle, but managed to keep from doing so. Giggling during a scene was absurd!

"Ranma!" she voiced sternly, her eyes twinkling with good humor that he could not see, "Look at what you've done! Did I tell you that you could do that?" She watched him blush violently and open his mouth to explain, but cut him off before he could do much more than stutter.

"Tch. I really wasn't going to punish you, but since you're so ill mannered as to come without my permission, I suppose I'll have to do it." Akane sighed as if she regretted having to do so, dimpling with the sheer pleasure of the idea. Ranma was trembling violently beneath her. He looked so frightened as she gently forced him onto his stomach, his rapidly rehardening cock pressed against the sheets, his wrists crossed as she didn't bother to untie him. Her hand lightly caressed across the backs of his thighs and his buttocks as she tenderly kissed the small of his back. Reaching across to the small table, she grasped a light strap of leather, the one she had been holding in the park, and gently stroked it across the skin of his ass. Ranma jerked slightly, his face stony as he turned away from her. Akane gently tipped his chin back towards her in a firm motion as she whispered into his ear, "Don't worry, you'll like this."

Akane began to delicately strap him, the light strokes not bad, just enough to catch his attention. They fell in a gentle rain across the backs of his thighs, his buttocks, even across the strength of his shoulders. She could feel him shudder beneath each lick of the strap as she watched him carefully, moving more deliberately with each lash of the belt. When she finished, Ranma was shuddering, gasping as if he'd just run for miles. His skin was a gorgeous light pink color as she gently caressed her fingers across her handiwork. She heard him moan in response and lift his hips. Yes, he was hard again, no surprise there.

Akane assisted Ranma in turning, tearing away the blindfold as she leaned down and kissed him, hard. She then tugged and cut at the silken knots binding his hands until he was free, pressing her body tightly against him. Ranma could feel the nipple clamps still on him, aching, but he didn't pull them away, just reached up and twisted his hands hard into her hair, kissing her back with such depth of emotion it took her breath away. With a slight push, he rolled her over and onto her back, coming down on her, pressed tightly against her with his entire body. His hands were exploring her, finding all of her secret spots quickly, fingers brushing her nipples, caressing her clit with tender violence as she moaned loudly, arching up to him. Ranma was like a wild man, tumultuous in his need for her. She could feel him pressing between her legs and she pulled her knees up, wrapping both legs around his hips and offering herself to him.

Ranma found her entrance with his tip just as she reached up and *pulled* away both nipple clamps, the gleam of lustful pleasure in her eyes unbearably erotic to him as he carelessly thrust deep inside of her. Akane cried out loudly in pain as he moved into the depths of her virgin's body. Ranma remained still for a moment, a bit shocked that a virgin could possibly have the kind of knowledge that Akane seemed to possess. The tight feeling of her body around him, the tingle of pain at his chest from the release of the clamps.. it was all too much for him. Ranma began to thrust wildly, kissing her hard with each entrance and withdrawal, his fingertips finding her clit and rubbing it with care.

Akane went wild, crying out her pleasure loudly, her nails cutting half moons into his shoulders as she screamed with it, her body racked with the sweet pleasure-pain. She'd never thought that Ranma would be so good, so sweet when he touched her. The imagery, the feeling of his fingers rubbing against her, his body inside of her, it all overwhelmed her. She came to orgasm brilliantly, trembling against him, inner muscles spasming wildly around him as it overtook her, making her gasp with the ecstasy of it.

Ranma moaned, burying his face against Akane's throat as he came once again, spilling his seed deep inside of her. He dropped down on top of her, careful not to squish her as he tenderly kissed some of his semen away from her cheek, snuggling her deep in his arms as he yawned sleepily.

Akane whispered softly, so softly he barely heard it, "I love you, Ranma. Love you lots."

His head jerked up in surprise and he looked at her, astounded. "A..A..Akane...," he gulped.

She smiled, tears coming to her eyes as she held up a finger, lightly pressing it against his mouth. "Shh. I know.. I know that you don't love me, yet, but I'll try so hard, harder than the others, ok? I just.. love you."

Ranma shook his head stubbornly and gave her a brilliant smile.

"Kawaiikune tomboy," Ranma whispered violently.

Akane's eyes filled with painful tears, her arms wrapping about herself as she sought to turn over, away from him. He continued, regardless, not allowing her to turn away from him. He repeated himself.

"Kawaiikune tomboy," he whispered again, "I love you, too."

[1] I will, of course, try ;)

[2] This is *NOT* an acceptable or suggested form of doing things. NEVER EVER EVER do this -- that would be a very stupid thing to do. If you're interested in sm/bd/ds, ask somebody who practices about what you should and should not do. Get them to teach you the knots.. er.. I mean.. ropes. It's very important that nobody just goes off randomly chloroforming people. I take no responsibility for any ideas this may have given you - even if they're really *good* ideas and are worked out between consenting adults.... ^_~

[3] If I were being faithful to real life, they'd have a stopword. That is to say, Ranma would be shouting "Chicken Little!" or maybe "Avocado!" and Akane would stop -- regardless. If it hurts bad enough to say something like "Chicken Little" in the middle of sex, BY GOLLY, IT HURTS!! Oh, and I might as well admit it -- cinnamon oil isn't nearly as easy to wash off irl either. As a matter of fact, if you have good sense, you won't even try it. God save those of us who don't....