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The Erotic Adventures of Sleeping Ranma
or
Ranma's Fairy Tale Escapades

Chapter Two

An Erotic Adventures of Sleeping Beauty/Ranma 1/2 Crossover

 

Morning came early in the small kingdom of Genma and Nodoka and at daybreak, Prince Kuno was ready to ride. Ranma was again a female and he flung her naked body carelessly up and onto the saddle in front of him. Her blushes pleased him mightily as he whispered into her ear that the commoners had already lined the roads, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. His fingers tangled in her pubic hair, tugging roughly and sliding against the glistening wet petals even as her parents watched with sad eyes.

"I will return your child to you," he announced solemnly, "when the time is right. You yourselves understand the training. All due care will be taken so that our darling Ranma is a bright shining star. Mayhap even Queen Kodachi will take a liking to such a pretty poppet, though I will be loath to share," he admitted with a wry smile.

Ranma's parents watched as Kuno turned his horse and Ranma's last sight of either of them was the vision of her mother turning to bury her face against her father's shoulder to sob.

The day was never ending, or so it seemed to Ranma. The Prince would stop periodically and force her to open her legs, to let the peasants fondle those glistening petals, leaving her in a welter of sexual tension. When they stopped for lunch, the Prince carefully poured warm water over his head and carried Ranma on as a male, still stopping to allow the peasantry their fun. "After all," he explained in a soft whisper even as a devilish young man tugged at Ranma's cock, "it is not like my country, where such sights are common. Let them have their fun, I say."

By evening, Ranma was worn down to elemental nerves. Every part of his body was sensitive, including his bottom (which had been sore that morning from the activities of the night before). It was a relief to be allowed to kneel at the Prince's table, Kuno feeding Ranma small scraps from his plate every so often. It did not matter to Ranma that the townspeople had their faces pressed to the nearby windows, glancing in at him, at his hard cock and cute sweet ass.

As Kuno finished his dinner, the inn keeper and his daughter both appeared. The inn keeper's dark mustache moved as he spoke. "And how did you find your dinner, your Highness? Is my daughter not a wonderful cook?" Tears of appreciation began to run from his eyes.

"Indeed," Kuno laughed quietly, "she is a marvelous cook, she could easily rival our cook at Court!" He watched the young girl, her dark hair captured in a white ribbon and spilling over one shoulder. "Perhaps, my dear, you will accept a reward for the excellence of your meal?"

"Oh, my!" She blushed. "If that is your will, your Highness," she whispered shyly.

"Perhaps there is a thick wooden bread paddle in your kitchen? Would you bring it here, please?"

At those words, Ranma's heart began to beat wildly, a certain sensation building between his legs that seemed like liquid iron fear and yet, and yet, his cock was throbbing in time with his heart, suddenly, as the girl returned, a wide paddle in her hands. "Perfect!" Kuno declared with a soft laugh. "Now, if you would pull up a stool before the fire, so that everyone may see, you may punish this darling young Prince." He kissed Ranma sweetly even as he saw the terrified expression on his face. Punished!! Before all these people!

The girl blushed charmingly even as she obeyed and Ranma, with only a single backwards look at Prince Kuno, moved forward on his hands and knees to kneel before the young girl. Wordlessly, she beckoned him over her lap. He obeyed, mouth trembling, face flushed with fear and shame as he felt his cock brush against her apron. It would be so hard! He knew it, and his lashes already sparkled with tears of fear in the fire light.

The girl gently massaged his cheeks as he panted breathlessly, fearfully, and just as he began to relax, she brought the paddle down to crack ruthlessly against the under side of his bottom. Again and again, she brought it down on the tender spot where thigh met ass, on the backs of his legs and higher on his bottom, until he was shuddering and struggling over her lap, sobbing in misery. She continued for what seemed an ungodly amount of time as he wailed miserably. Every part of him seemed to ache and his bottom had hurt so much from last night's spanking already! Finally, he lay across her lap, a shuddering sobbing wreck, accepting each burning smack with only quick sobs and breaths, no more struggling.

"You may stop whenever you wish," Ranma heard his Prince murmur softly. He could hear the undercurrent of displeasure in his Prince's voice and it sent a shiver of fear even more intense than that which had filled him when he'd seen the paddle the girl had brought to bear upon his buttocks. The girl came to a stop, slowly, almost languidly. "You may take the prince to my rooms, dear one," Kuno said with a smile, standing to gently caress her face. "See that you take proper care of him."

"Yes, your Highness," she said shyly as she gently prodded Ranma off of her lap. Ranma knelt beside her, kissed her hands, and followed her up the stairs as she moved to the Prince's rooms.

"I'm very sorry," the girl whispered once they were in the room with the door shut. "I know you must be very sore."

Ranma blushed. "It's all right. What else could you do but p..punish me?" He gave her a tremulous smile and gently kissed her hand once again.

"I have a cream..." she said softly. "It's very good for burns and cuts, so perhaps it would help your skin...?"

Ranma nodded and closed his eyes as the girl pulled a little bottle from her apron pocket. "Perhaps if you got onto the bed?"

Ranma rose and lay on his belly. The girl's fingers were gently as she began to spread the cream across his abused posterior and after a moment or two of the gentle kneading, he relaxed under her touch. Even when she parted his buttocks and began slowly caressing his sore anus, her fingers slipping inside, all he could do was moan his pleasure.

The deep chuckle seemed to shock both of them. "I know, my dear. He is irresistible, is he not?" Ranma glanced up at the girl's embarrassed face and saw his Prince pressing several gold coins into her hand. "Thank you, Kasumi darling. You've given us all a marvelous show." Ranma watched him kiss her forehead gently and saw her walk past the Prince, only hearing her leave due to the door latching behind her.

"As for you." The anger was there in his voice and Ranma was feeling afraid again. "What a ridiculous show you put on! No control whatsoever! It's a wonder you didn't come in her lap, isn't it, you wretched boy!" Kuno's voice shook with his fury and Ranma trembled in reaction. "Turn over," Kuno growled angrily.

Ranma obeyed wordlessly, tears beginning to drip as he watched his Prince remove the wide leather belt that rested on his hips. "Oh, my Prince, my Prince, no!" he begged before he could stop himself. And then the first lashes were there, against the insides of his thighs, his belly, the desperately hard shaft of his cock, and he was crying, sobbing and writhing miserably beneath the hard punishment of his Prince.

Kuno finally dropped his belt to the floor, almost gasping from his exertions, and even before Ranma could catch his breath, he straddled Ranma's chest and forced his cock between Ranma's lips. Ranma moaned and accepted it, licking and sucking the heavy shaft as best he could from his position beneath Kuno. It seemed almost as if Kuno were fucking his mouth rather than that Ranma was servicing him. Periodically, he would drive deep into Ranma's throat and it was impossible for Ranma not to choke but that did not stop his Prince. Kuno drove into Ranma's mouth as if he were helpless until he spewed his seed into Ranma's throat with a sigh of relief.

As Kuno moved away from Ranma, he could see the hard evidence of Ranma's arousal. He whispered to Ranma, "I will offer you no relief this night. You will learn that you must always be ready in my service and you must never humiliate me as you have this night with your writhing, weeping and begging before the common people, my pretty poppet." With that, he moved Ranma into a sitting position at the head of his bed and began tying him carefully to the post of the bed. "You will stay here all night and you will be hard in the morning, my Prince, or I will have you whipped in the town square on the morn. Do you understand me?"

And Ranma lifted his tear stained face to whisper simply, "Yes."