Anime Addventure : Sex slave Nabiki

by tutcat

Nabiki says the wrong thing at the right time (adult) (all stories up for adaption)

1. Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma 1/2. They are owned by there respective owners. Not out to make any money or fame on others work.

This is a collection of threads I was able to save of a web archive that has shut down recently. Some had been edited so my text reader would work better. So original authors and extra stuff was removed from the thread .

On the ones that have not been edited I will be editing them so the original authors will get credited for their parts. Also if you have the parts that I'm missing let me know in a PM will edit them in. Same with other threads if you have them will post for others to be able to read.

If you don't like Lemons and or Limes DO NOT READ this story.

Sex slave Nabiki

by Kestral

"Yeah, right, like this'd work," Ranma said. That he'd taken the battered old brass lamp to the most secluded place he knew of (the top of the Flem building - where he kept his "favorite possessions that Akane and Nabiki and Oyaji must never ever never find").

With most teenage boys this would be a small box under the bed or concealed under the shelf where their futon was stored and would contain dojinshi and a skin mag, as well as items that had a special personal significance. In Ranma's case it included what little money he could accumulate, a few non-pornographic photographs, and a little item that he knew was important but had no idea what it was or where he'd gotten it from.

The little cigar box was still there. Ranma looked at the lamp then carefully checked around. Mainly he didn't want anyone seeing him and saying how stupid or gullible he was for trying to summon a genie out of an old Arabic style brass lamp.

Taking a deep breath, Ranma rubbed the lamp. He nearly dropped it as smoke started pouring out and coalescing into the shape of a genie?!

Some little voice in his head was saying when something is too good to be true, it's about to bite you in the tail. There was hope though too. Maybe just once something good had happened to him? Was that too much to hope for?

"What kinda genie are ya, anyway?" Ranma asked cautiously, hope and the beginnings of cynicism warring within him.

Smoke poured out and solidified into a curvaceous blonde girl clad in next to nothing. "Hello! I'm here to grant you a wish!"

Ranma blinked at the genie. "A wish? I thought it was supposed to be three wishes."

"Yes!" The bouncy blonde girl agreed. "It used to be three wishes but times change, you know? Too many people were just screwing themselves up with three wishes and there were some problems and - oh it was just a mess!"

"So... I could be rid of my curse?" Ranma had been disappointed a lot over the past few months, he wasn't getting his hope up.

"You have to say the magic word," said the genie, pointing at a chalkboard with the word "WISH" written in nice block letters in English, then in Arabic, Japanese, and Egyptian. "You only get the one wish and there are a few provisos and such."

"Huh?"

"Limits," explained the genie kindly.

"Oh. What kinda limits?" Ranma asked, understanding now.

"Okay, these are different from the ones we genies used to have, but like I said 'times change' - so:"

Poof!

The chalkboard changed so it now read:

Terms & Conditions of Use:

Genie Wish (1)

Rule #1: You can't simply wish for more wishes. Not permitted. Not gonna happen.

Rule #2: The power of Life & Death is not within the province of this particular genie. He'd have to contact an outside source - and if that's a no go - you'd have wasted your wish. So no killings, and no resurrections.

Rule #3: All wishes will comply with the Law Of Conservation Of Magick, least amount of magic required to reach the specified result.

Rule #4: No run-on wishes.

Rule #5: No intrinsic world-wide changes in personality allowed. World peace would require everyone in the world to either be dead or mellowed out to the point of near catatonia.

"Other than that, you got it," the genie said, waving a hand and causing the blackboard to vanish. She also overbalanced and fell on her perky little face. "Owie."

Ranma felt a chill. Every stinking time he found a way for the curse to be cured, something would go horribly wrong and he'd be back at square one. He just knew it. If he tried to word it correctly it would get screwed up. Heck, this could potentially solve all his problems if he got it right.

Now, how could he do this and not suffer for it?

by Ranma-mite

Nabiki stared at the offering. "How did you get this much money, Saotome?"

"Isn't it enough?" Ranma asked. "I thought this was your standard fee."

Nabiki considered demanding more, but getting even this much out of Saotome was more than she expected. "2500 yen - sufficient for simple advice. I merely wanted to know how you managed to come into some money."

Ranma looked embarrassed briefly. "Well, uhm. You know that story about some guys in animal masks shaking down people by that lot on Shinguchi Boulevard?"

Nabiki nodded. "Yes. Some delinquents from Kurachi High."

"I figured nobody would mind if they got what they been dishin' out," said Ranma with a shrug.

Nabiki raised an eyebrow, satisfied by the explanation but surprised that Ranma had thought of it. Ah well, at least she didn't have to worry about offending Yakuza or some similar nightmare. "Well, what's the advice you need Ranma? If it's about the way you dress, well, I can only say it's about time."

Ranma looked blank for a moment, then shook his head. "Nah. That's not it. Mihoshi, could ya come in now?"

Nabiki raised her eyebrow again at the scantily clad blonde who seemed to solidify out of nowhere. Blonde ninjas? Where did Saotome get this sort of thing?

Ranma plowed ahead. "See, it's like this. Mihoshi here can give me one wish. So I could get rid of the curse, but I need help with the wording."

"Hmmm," hmmed Nabiki, slipping the coins into her pocket.

It was perhaps silly, but Nabiki tended to discount magical events such as had occurred with the evil curse doll that had possessed Akane.

Ranma+Scantily dressed blonde girl+Weird story dealing with wishes=bizarre. Ranma deciding he needed help instead of just putting his foot in his mouth and continuing to shove until he was biting himself in the ass? Couldn't be.

So this was either a scam pulled by the dumb-looking blonde on oh-so-gullible Ranma, some bizarre misunderstanding that had both of them pulling this lame story, or she was having one of those dreams again and had somehow eaten something Akane had made.

"Really, Ranma, how silly," Nabiki grabbed the lamp up and inspected the old battered-looking thing with an appraising eye, "if I were in your shoes, and I had a wish coming to me. It's simple, I'd simply say -"

"It's simple, I'd simply say a wish for what I really desired, instead of wasting time asking around like this. Really, Ranma," Nabiki said sarcastically, "Why don't you just go ahead and wish for me to transform into a perfect little sex-slave slut for you?"

"Ooooh," said Mihoshi, "That's kinky. Granted!"

"What?" said Nabiki.

"What?!" said Ranma.

"But Master!" said Mihoshi. "You said that she should say what you should say as your wish, so I granted what she said you should say I should- er... Anyway, it's too late, the wish is granted. Gotta go!"

Poof

Ranma and Nabiki stared at each other for several seconds and blinked. Suddenly Nabiki gasped, as the wish started working upon her. It wasn't quite clear whether it would be Mihoshi's interpretation of the phrase "perfect little sex-slave slut" or Ranma's hidden, subconscious desires or Nabiki's mental picture of what Ranma might wish her into or perhaps a mixture of all three - but Nabiki was definitely changing to fit that mold.

Nabiki's expression filled with terror, as she realized that she was changing in accordance with her careless, flippant wish. Her eyes pleaded desperately for Ranma to do something - anything - but he could only return her panicked gaze with the same helplessness.

by T.H. Tiger

The world tipped, wobbled, found a new balance, and started turning on an even keel again, but in the human world, things had changed.

Ranma was pissed. Pissed and horny. He, cursed his stupid father. Thanks to this stupid curse Genma had inflicted on Ranma due to his stupidity, he hadn't gotten laid in over a month.

Normally, Ranma was able to sniff out eager pussy within minutes of landing in a new town. There were always horny girls willing and able to show a hunk like him, a good time. And if they weren't all that willing, well, he and pop would be moving on pretty quick no matter what.

That was in the past. It was a lot harder to score as a girl than a guy. And it seemed that since getting her curse, she spent most of her time as a girl. God he was going to be happy to get back to somewhere with running hot water. He was getting desperate. He, or rather ,she, had even resorted to trying to find some rug-munchers, but after years of avoiding them like the plague, Ranma found he didn't have the same radar for them as his guy side had for good looking girls with a bad case of the hornies.

Ranma was not used to going without. From the time he could get it up, his pop had made sure he got plenty of chances to try it out. Some bull about being a man among men. Ranma didn't give a fart about that. He wanted to be a man among women.

Early on, Genma had purchased, or poached, sex slaves for Ranma to practice on, selling them for a profit after a few months and picking up a new one. Until Ranma got good enough that he didn't need to buy it anymore.

He did sort of miss those days. Sex-slaves didn't get to say no, and it was nice not to have to worry about sweet talking some girl to get his daily quota of poontang. When they had a slave, all he had to do was push her up against the nearest tree, or bend her over a handy fence, and wham bam. And if she complained, a good switching would make her see the light. A hell of a lot cheaper than dinner and booze to get some free girl into the sack.

There was a sudden wet feeling on Ranma's nose, and he had the chance to let out a loud "Fuck!" just as the rain hit and turned him into a short busty redhead. She looked in a nearby store window, seeing herself standing beside a soggy Panda. She let out another curse as she saw the way her wet shirt clung to her full breasts, outlining every inch of them. She might as well be naked. Once again she warned herself to keep a low profile. There were thousands of horny guys who'd love to claim an un-registered girl like her. If she wasn't careful she could find herself being bent over a bench in some government office, having her ass branded with her master's mark. And the fucking problem was that she wouldn't be able to kill the son of a bitch. Or even kick his ass a little. A slave girl who fought back was looking at serious consequences. Serious enough that Ranma wasn't sure she'd risk them, even if worst came to worst. It was freaking miracle any real girl ever did, in her mind. They had to be nuts. Everyone knew that girls were meant for fucking, why would they be upset at some guy just doing what was natural. Now, her, it was different. She wasn't really a girl, so it was natural for her to not want to be some guys fuck toy.

She cursed her pop once again. She didn't see what was the big fucking deal. Why couldn't he put her down as his daughter on the family register?

Well, at least she was heading somewhere where she had a chance to get dry, male, and maybe if she was lucky, some fresh virgin twat. Pop had talked up his friends virgin daughters when convincing her to go along with him.

She wasn't sure about this marriage shit. Seems a lot trouble to her. Why not just buy a girl. But she was willing to at least kick the tires a bit, and see how they handled when she got in the saddle.

The Panda, silent till this moment, let out a loud Growf, and pointed at a large gate. Ranma brushed her wet hair out of her eyes and stared at the sign by the gate. "Yep, anything goes, all right," she said. "Let's get out of this fucking rain."

Ranma had expected a strange reception. After all, she was supposed to be a guy. They were going to be surprised when she showed up instead. She hadn't been ready for the tall old fart to grab her in a bear hug, however. Her heart had nearly stopped for a moment. She'd been sure that her luck had finally run out and he was going to claim her as his slave.

Thank god he'd only been an idiot. A blind idiot to miss a set a tits like hers.

Right now Ranma, having changed back into a boy, sat across from two worried looking girls while their father sobbed on his old mans shoulders. Ranma ignored his father and the other guy as he checked out the babes. They were both looking shell shocked, but it didn't distract from their looks. The young one was a bit muscular for his taste, but cute none the less. She fancied herself a marital artist. Might be fun to show her what the real thing looked like. And even more fun taking the victor's spoils. He'd done that a few times. Beaten a girl in a street fighter match, and fucked her bowlegged while the crowd cheered him on.

The other girl was lush, sweet and soft. Maybe a bit boring after a little while, but she'd likely make interesting noises the first few times he enjoyed her.

He suddenly realized that the girls were looking at him with great intensity. The older one had her hands clasped just below her big tits as she looked at him like he was a fucking movie star or something. "You'll do it, won't you, please," she asked with a hint of desperation.

Ranma noted that desperation. He wondered what she'd be willing to do to get him to do what ever it was that had her panties in such a bunch.

"Of course he'll do it, Kasumi. What guy wouldn't," the younger girl said, her voice loaded with resentment and bile. Ranma's hand itched with the desire to turn her over his lap and teach her to show proper respect. Maybe later.

"I'm sure he's not like that, Akane," Kasumi said.

"Of course not," the father said. What was his name. Oh yea, Soun."

"Sure, I'm not a bad guy. I'll be glad to help," Ranma lied with a straight face.

"Oh, my boy! I can't tell you how happy I am," Soun gushed as he pulled a small leather bag out from inside his clothes and handed it to Ranma.

Ranma blinked as he felt the weight in his hand. Only one thing he knew of weighed that much and came in pouches like this. Gold, and a lot of it. What the fuck had pop gotten him into now.

"Come on boy, we just have time to make it," Genma said, taking hold of Ranma and dragging him out of the house.

Ranma looked back at where Soun and the girls were looking after them with hope in their eyes, even the black haired bitch with the bad attitude. "What the fuck is going on, pop?" He asked, making sure his voice was pitched so it would not be heard past Genma's ears.

"Stupid boy, what have I told you about listening."

"Yea, I know, Keep your ears open and your mouth shut," Ranma said. "Now can the lecture, and tell me what the fuck is going down."

"Soun's daughter, Nabiki, had a run in with a rich local boy. He didn't like her attitude, and framed her for something she didn't do. Or so Soun claims. Doesn't matter if she did or didn't. Important thing is she goes on the block in a few minutes, and we have to get there for you to buy her."

That got Ranma's attention. "Whoa, no fooling, and the stupid fart gave me the money to do it. That means when we sell her we're going to make a clean hundred percent profit."

Genma slapped Ranma upside the head. "Stupid boy, we aren't selling her. We'll be taking her back home to her family."

"What? Why the fuck would we do that?" Ranma protested rubbing his ear.

"Soun Tendo is my oldest friend. You know the family can't buy back a family member who's on the block for a crime. So we're going to do it for him."

Ranma cursed under his breath. "Stupid pop. What the fuck was wrong with him. One of the few things you could count on with Genma was that he'd always look out for the main chance. Was he going soft.

Genma must have read Ranma's mind, because he gave him another clout upside the head. "Use your brain boy. Soun will be grateful. We get free room and board, and eventually, you marry one of his daughters and get the house as a dowry. You'll be set for life."

"Yea, yea, I understand." Ranma said. Privately, he vowed if he wasn't going to get cash money for this bitch, he'd at least get it out of her in trade. He just hoped she wasn't some pig. He let himself dream a little, however. Her sisters were fine. Maybe she'd be prime fuck-meat as well.

Nabiki huddled in the corner of the holding cell, her arms wrapped around her knees as she stared wide-eyed at the activity in front of her.

One of her fellow soon-to-be slave, Makoto, had been purchased, and was about to be branded. Makoto was a tall girl with spectacular 'talent' who's parents had died without leaving a designated male listed as a guardian. With out the protection of a man, she'd been classified as a slave, for her own protection, and put up for sale.

Nabiki felt sorry for her. Instead of an individual master, she'd been sold to some group. Serenity ltd. An agent for the company was the one currently in the process of establishing ownership.

Makoto was bent over a padded trestle, her ankles and wrists secured to the legs, her big bottom high and vulnerable. Standing behind her, was a tall female slave with long green hair, wearing nothing but a brand in the shape of the astrological symbol of Pluto on her ass. Despite her nudity, the slave carried herself with pride and presence. Her face showing complete confidence and zero uncertainty.

Nabiki envied that. Her own life had been anything but certain. Ever since puberty she'd longed for the sense of belonging that being a slave would give her. To be someone's property, something they were willing to pay to possess. Could anything be better? She didn't think so. She pitied her sisters, who couldn't understand how true freedom was being property, to just be yourself, and to now worry about your place in the world.

It was why she'd never discussed her plan with them. She had known they would not approve, and would have attempted to prevent her from carrying through with it. It was too late for that now. The die was tossed, and her new life called. Soon she'd be bent over that trestle, waiting for Kuno to claim her as his property. Her pupils dilated as she stared at Makoto being fondled by the Pluto slave.

The woman's long middle fingers slipped deep up Makoto's cunt, while her little finger rubbed the bound girl's clitoris. Her thumb pressed deep into the tall girl's ass at the same time. Makoto was shuddering, and every now and then she let out a moan as her body shuddered with orgasm.

"Such a responsive little slut," the Pluto-slave laughed softly. "You will make your princess very happy, little one." She held up a rod in her free hand, with a Seal mounted to the end. Nabiki watched with wide eyes as she brought it down and pressed it against the bound girl's ass. Makoto's head shot up, her eyes and mouth wide in shock as her body shuddered and shook from multiple orgasms.

Nabiki swallowed. With her fetish of course she'd read all she could find about the branding process. How the magical artifacts, linked the slave to the life of their master, or mistress, and how such a bonding caused incredible pleasure. But, this was the first time she'd witnessed a branding, and seen the truth confirmed. But, she was puzzled as the Pluto-slave pulled the branding seal away, and revealed the astrological sign of Jupiter. She had assumed that the Pluto mark was the symbol of the corporation that had purchased Makoto. Maybe it had several brands? Nabiki had never really researched the concept of corporate slavery, and only knew a little about them. And most of what she did know was from the financial viewpoint.

Corporations were a created artificial person, in the form of legal documents. A fiction that allowed them to act as a single person, while being made up of thousands of share-holders. Some time ago, a clever lawyer had won a case that allowed these fictional people to buy slaves. It had caused an uproar, and even to this day conspirators talked of evil corporations using the brand on their free workers, a very illegal thing to do, and never proven.

It was logical, from a conspirator's point of view. The brand linked the slave to her master, or mistress. Their health was the slaves health. Their death, unless steps were taken, would be the slaves death. All one way of course, no master wished to feel his slaves pain. So, if you branded a worker, the health of the company became a prime concern to them, or so the theory went. In truth, the legal slaves the corporations purchased did not seem to suffer or take joy, in the same way that personal slaves did in the health of their owner.

Though obviously, Nabiki thought, the bonding was just as pleasurable. She watched with envy as Makoto, her body limp, was helped from the room by the Pluto-slave.

Her fingers slipped down between her legs, and lightly brushed over her cunt, one finger trailing between her labial lips to the wetness inside. She shuddered, and fought the urge to pleasure herself. That was a privilege reserved for her master. While technically she was still a free person, till sold, in her own mind she was already a slave, and her body was no longer her property, but her master's, and not to be touched without his permission.

Nabiki pulled her hand from between her legs and once again wrapped her arms around her knees. Her belly was feeling nauseous in anticipation. Soon she'd be claimed. Sold at auction, and branded and mounted by her new master. Already she imagined she could feel his cock plunging into her body, taking possession of her. Her breath quickened and desire caused her breasts to swell and her nipples to harden.

But, despite her anticipation, she could not help but worry, her imagination too strong to avoid thinking of 'what if's"

What if something happened to Kuno? Who would buy her then? "Would it be some greasy pig? Or a group pooling their money?

Nabiki's legs clenched and her cunt pulsed as she imagined being bought by all the boys she'd dated, and who's bank accounts she'd drained. They'd be eager to make her pay for that. They'd take her again and again, not giving her a chance to rest. Claiming every opening in her body where a cock would fit. It would go on and on and on.

Nabiki gasped, and gave herself a shake, her body shuddering with need. What was taking so long? Shouldn't she be on the block already? Come on, come on," she chanted.

"What if she'd been wrong about Kuno? There were hundreds of fairy tales featuring clever slaves who guided their master to wealth and power. That was the role Nabiki saw for herself. But what if Kuno was one of those masters? The one in the stories who unlike the hero, did not listen to the clever slave, and so came to bad ends, along with their not clever enough slaves.

Nabiki shook her head again to banish the defeatism. Kuno was good looking, well hung, she'd checked, rich, and easily led. Look how she'd manipulated him to get around the fact that her father would never allow her to sell herself as a slave.

"Kuno, following Nabiki's suggestions, had charged her with extortion, and she had not denied the charge. Found guilty, she had been put on the market, her father judged unsuitable at controlling her, which was true enough. "Soun would get the money she brought, minus the auction houses fee. That would settle their debts. Nabiki would get her fantasy. Akane, or so Kuno believed, would be so impressed by his manliness in buying her sister, that she would fly to his arms. Bullshit, Nabiki knew. But she also knew her little sister would become a frequent visitor to the Kuno mansion, in order to make sure Nabiki was being treated right. And who knows, maybe Kuno would actually impress her. Everyone would be happy.

What could go wrong.

Ranma paused at the entrance to the slave market, his eyes widening with delight as he took in the bounty of luscious loveliness inside. Every where his eyes settled was a delight. Brunets, blonds, redheads, green, purple, a pallet of colors. And every one more lovely than the last.

"Keep focused, boy," his pop whispered from beside him. "We're here to get Soun's daughter, and that's it."

"I know, I know," Ranma whispered from the corner of his mouth, "but I can look."

"Move aside, churl! You block the entrance. This is not some back country peepshow. Do your gawking inside, for I am sure that is all one of your obvious poverty can afford." A voice from behind said. At the same time Ranma felt something hard pressing between his shoulder blades, urging him to move. He took a hop and a skip into the building and stepped to the side to allow the impatient wind bag behind him through.

Ranma narrowed his eyes as the tall boy with the boken over his shoulder stepped past him without even bothering to glance at him. Then he let his face fall into an expression of delirious pleasure.

"Oh my god, I don't believe it!" he cried out, lunging forward and catching the sleeve of the tall boy. He quickly released his hold when the other boy spun around and glared at him. "Oh, god, I'm so sorry. I just got so excited. I mean I knew you lived here, but I never expected . . ." Ranma fluttered his hands at the boy. "Well to actually see you."

The boy's glower shifted to condescension. He preened, and said. "Indeed, I can well understand what an honor it would be for one such as you to meet the Blue Thunder of Nerima Ward. My small skill with the sword has won me many accolades."

"Oh, yes! Why, everywhere I go, they talk of you." Ranma's voice dropped and he assumed the pose of one passing on juicy gossip. "Frankly, I think a lot of them are worried that you might come and challenge them."

The Blue Thunder's chest expanded. "And well they might, but now it is my turn to apologize. I fear I misjudged you grievously. You are obviously a person of higher sensibility, if of low birth. It would please me if you would accompany me and allow me to show you the quality of female that our fair district supplies.

"Oh,' Ranma's hand went to his mouth, his eyes widening. "Such an honor! I . . .I don't know if I am worthy."

"Rest assured that you are. I Kuno Tatewalki do say so, and none may question my taste or judgement."

"Then, if you say so, I must accept your word," Ranma said, his voice trembling with emotion. Behind his back, he held out the heavy purse he'd taken from Kuno's sleeve for his father to take.

The two boys strolled into the main section of the market, while Genma, whistling casually, left the building. He'd be back as soon as he found a secure place to stash the heavy purse.

"Ah, we are just in time," Kuno announced as they stepped into a large open room. A small platform contained a podium and auctioneer, and an attractive slave girl who was wearing a broad smile and flashing her wares at the crowd. She caught the eyes of several different bidders, in different parts of the room making sure to seem to be interested only in them. And old trick Ranma knew to drive up her bid price. She'd likely been on the block a dozen times, and left a string of exhausted owners behind. And each sale had left a percentage in her personal trust account, for when she was retired, or married her current owner.

When her eyes fell on him, he put a disconsolate look on his face and shook his head. She pouted, and looked instead at Kuno, flashing him a look that had sweat beading on his forehead.

"Such a fiery temptress," he said. But, then he gave his head a shake, and said to Ranma. "But, reluctantly, I must pass on her charms this day. For I have not come looking for dalliance, but to instigate the first step in a plan that will see me gain my true and only love." Kuno held up his hand. "Please, do not attempt to learn more, for I must keep my plans close to my chest if I am to ever gain the hand of the fair Akane, my tigress of the night." Kuno sighed, his eyes staring into the unseeing distance. "Fair will she look upon me when I rescue her sister from the clutches of the uncouth rabble. And impressed unto love will she be with the care and attention I bestow on her un-worthy sibling."

"I understand completely. I would never dream of trying to make you divulge your plans," Ranma said quickly, before Kuno started pulling out pictures and diagrams. "Oh, look, it's starting," he said, pointing toward the podium where the auctioneer had started the sale.

"Quickly," Kuno said. "We must deposit our funds and acquire our bidding paddles."

"Pardon?"

"Ah, I forget myself. No doubt you have only attended small country auctions, held in a barn or some other rustic venue. At a permanent venue such as this one, it is customary to deposit your funds and be given a numbered paddle. The amount you deposit will be placed on record, and only that amount will you be allowed to bid. No credit, even for the best of customers." The last comment had a bit of a miffed quality about it.

Ranma shrugged, and followed Kuno, only hesitating for a fraction of an second when he remembered that Kuno no longer hand any 'funds' Well, they weren't on him any longer. With that thought, he followed Kuno as the tall boy got into line behind two slender town boys, one blond, one dark-haired. Even as Ranma watched, the blonde hefted up a large bag and poured out hundreds of yen pieces of various denominations. "Three million, eight hundred thousand four hundred and sixty five Yen," he announced in satisfaction.

"Oh, this is going to be so sweet," his companion said.

"Be even sweeter if we didn't have to share her with twenty other guys," His companion groused.

"This is intolerable." Kuno complained as the teller slowly counted and stacked the numerous coins in front of him. He looked over at the auction block where the first girl had already been sold, and the second one was wriggling her cute little bottom in an effort to spur on the bidding for the right to sample it. "Would you hurry, man" he said to the clerk.

The man didn't even look up, but Ranma was sure he started counting slower. If he hadn't been so eager himself, he'd have been laughing out loud at the fuming Kuno. Which was likely a good thing, because the boy was obviously rich, and easily manipulated. A valuable resource.

At last the party in front of them finished, and Kuno all but shouldered the two boys aside as he stepped forward. "Ten million yen," He announced in a haughty voice and reached into his pocket. The sudden expression of dismay on his face was mirrored to a certain extent by the look of incredulity on Ranma's face as he discovered just how much he'd lifted.

God, he hoped the old man didn't take a look inside the purse, or Ranma wouldn't see him for months.

Meanwhile Kuno was checking his pockets frantically. "I know I placed it in my garments," he muttered.

"Please step aside, sir," The clerk asked.

"I tell you I have it!" Kuno railed at the man. But when a pair of heavily built men stirred themselves on either side of the clerk's window, he backed down. "Very well, but I will not forget this. Cretins,' he swore as he stepped aside and allowed Ranma on by.

Ranma pulled out the wallet that Soun had given him. "Uh, I'm purchasing for someone else. I'm not sure how much," he said as he spilled out the contents. His eyes widened as he took in the handful of golden quarter million yen coins. His eyes followed every move of the clerks hands as he stacked them.

"Four million even," he announced, handing Ranma a paddle and marking down the number on it next to the quantity he had written in.

Ranma swallowed as he took the paddle. It represented more money than he had ever seen or handled in his life. This was the big league. The highest priced slave his dad had ever bought had only been a little over a million yen.

Just then, the auctioneer called out. "Now selling, former Tendo Nabiki, bidding to start at a reserve of two million.

Ranma looked up and for the first time saw the girl he had come to buy. He swallowed, and his paddle hung limp at his side.

It wasn't that she was so spectacular. There were lots of girls scattered around the auction house who were more beautiful, but there was something about her . . . Ranma was a practiced seducer, he thought so, anyway, and he had learned to read a girl from across a smoky bar in poor lighting. In the bright light, the nude form of Nabiki was an open book to him. A book he found himself very much wanting to peruse.

She was a virgin, of that he was sure. Oh, not someone untouched by man, he wasn't that good. But she'd never been owned. Even without knowing what he did, he'd have been prepared to swear to that.

but she wanted to be. Oh, yea, did she ever. Her eyes might have been a little bit frightened, but her breasts were swollen with desire. The way she stood told Ranma that she had a very strong itch. He could see her thighs twitching as she fought against the desire to rub them together.

The only sour note was that her eyes were focused, not on him, as they should have been, but on Kuno. He watched as her eyes widened in dismay as Kuno shook his head in sorrow. "Gods," Ranma said softly to himself. She's the one he was going to buy, and he brought ten million! Ranma looked at her again, even with the dismay over Kuno's behavior, she was still visibly aroused. He watched as her eyes swung toward the crowd of boys standing around the two boys who had been in line if front of him. Even from this distance he could see her pupils dilate, and her legs actually did rub together. Something that was not missed by the crowd.

"Two milli . . . fuck with it, Four Million" Ranma cried out.

The auctioneer raised an eyebrow, but Ranma's eagerness was nothing new to him. He started counting down the bid as the two boys and their friends got into an argument, each boy pointing toward a different girl in the waiting queue. Obviously with Nabiki gone, their little merger of funds was coming apart. A second later, the auctioneer announced "Sold, to the tall gentleman with the pig-tail. You may collect your voucher at the clerk's booth young man."

As Nabiki was led into the back of the auction building, craning her eyes to catch a last look at the boy who had bought her, Ranma walked in a daze over to the clerk's booth. Despite his bravado, this was the first time he, personally, had ever purchased a slave, and he was trying to come to grips with the fact that the girl being taken out back to a claiming room was his personal property.

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She was owned! Finally, she was owned," Nabiki thought as she stood in the middle of the bonding room, waiting for her new owner to show up. She held up a hand and watched as it trembled. She gave a nervous laugh and wrapped her arms around her stomach which was churning in a mixture of anticipation and dread. There was no going back now, no saying, I made a mistake, I want to go back to my nice safe home and life. She didn't have a life anymore. She didn't have anything anymore.

Nausea nearly made her throw up. "Oh, god, what have I done?" she moaned. It had all been planned. What had gone wrong? Kuno was supposed to buy her. He would have been a controllable master. Giving her what she wanted, with no risk. And she's still have her sisters, and her life at school. Now! She didn't know the boy who had bought her. She had no idea what he would do to her. Maybe he was a procurer for some horrible old man who would drool all over her tits as he tried to stick his wizened old dick in her virgin cunt. "Oh, god, what have I done?" she moaned again.

"Got the best master in the world," a voice said from the doorway.

Nabiki whirled in place, her stomach protesting the sudden movement. She stared at the handsome ,young, boy standing in the doorway with a smirk on his face. For a second she stared boldly at him, and then remembered her new status in life and dropped to her knees and lowered her eyes. But not before checking out the 'big' bulge in the front of his pants. Oh, yeah baby, she thought.

"Your slave waits on your pleasure, master," Nabiki said. How often had she said those words in her daydreams. A thousand, ten thousand. This time it was real and her cunt clenched in desire.

"Dang, how long have you practiced saying that? Talk about cheesy."

Nabiki looked up in outrage, how dare this boy laugh at her.

"That's better," he said nodding in approval. "Just cause you're a slave don't mean ya can't have a little fire in the eye." He poked a thumb at his chest. "Saotome Ranma. Master of Anything goes Mastery."

"Anything . . .What is this? That's my father's school!" Nabiki said, a horrible thought suddenly arising in her mind. Almost worse than the one about the wrinkly little old man.

"Yea, he and Pop are old buddies. He asked me to save you."

"Save me!" Nabiki's voice became just a tad loud and shrill. "Son of bitch! I don't believe this! How could he do this to me?" Tears shone in Nabiki's eyes. So close. She'd been so close. Why couldn't her father understand she was no longer a little girl. She was ready for a master. She wasn't going to be like Kasumi, who went along with Father's crazy need to never let them go.

"Forget it. I'm not going back home!" she yelled at Ranma.

Nabiki suddenly found her arm being taken hold of and was yanked to the middle of the room, and the padded trestle that stood in the middle of the room. Her breath jolted out of her body as she was slammed down hard, belly first on top of it. Several stinging slaps were applied to her turned up ass before the boy who had done it to her leaned down and fastened one of her ankles to the trestle legs.

"You seem to be maken a mistake," he drawled, while pulling her legs apart and securing her other ankle to the opposite leg. Leaving her spread and vulnerable. He stood up and pushed her back down hard onto the padded top as he walked around to the front. Kneeling he took hold of one of her wrists and pulled it over to the other shackle while looking into her wide eyes. "I am taking ya back home. You don't get to say no. That's why I'm the master, and you're the slave."

"You're the master?" Nabiki asked in an uncertain voice.

"That's right," he said as he secured her last free limb and stood up. His hands undid the front of his pants and shoved them downward, letting his erect cock spring free. Nabiki's eyes widened. It was a lot bigger than she'd imagined it would be. "I may have bought you cause your old man asked me to. But I bought you for me, not him."

Ranma slid his pants down his legs, but not before removing a seal ring from his pants pocket. Nabiki swallowed nervously when she spotted it. He wasn't joking, he was going to bond her.

She tried to follow him with her eyes as he walked around the trestle but lost sight when she could not twist her head far enough. She looked down between her legs and could see his muscular legs step into position between hers. A shudder raced through her body, and she almost cried out when she felt him touch her ass, running his hand over her flank in a petting gesture before slipping it between her legs and cupping her needy cunt.

"We'll have to get rid of this," he remarked, tugging lightly on her pubic hair. "But that can wait for later. Right now we have more important thing ta do." Nabiki arched her head up and gasped as he slid a finger up inside her, while another one stimulated her clitoris at the same time. She'd been anticipating this moment for hours, and if it had not been for the shock of learning her father had sent him, a real mood killer, she'd have likely orgasmed just from that first touch. As it was his practiced manipulation soon had her verging on the edge and more than eager to step off.

Nabiki let out a little cry of protest when he slipped his finger out of her, which earned her a swift swat on the bum. "None of that, now," Ranma chided her. "It's time for the main event."

"Nabiki felt a cold disk being pressed against her ass, and shuddered, knowing in a few seconds it would blaze with a heat that would brand her with his mark. All she had to do to trigger it, was orgasm. A broad object pressed in-between her legs, and she felt the helmet of his cock pressing apart her lower lips.

"IT'S TIME!" a chorus of voices seemed to shout together.

When Nabiki had suggested that Ranma wish for her to be his perfect sex-slave slut, she had been, in her usual sarcastic way, teasing him with a secret fantasy of her's, without actually telling him that she had erotic dreams of being his slave.

She should have kept her mouth shut for once.

But, despite what was about to happen to her, she'd lucked out.

If Mihoshi had been the sort of Genie to produce Monkey Paw wishes, meaning the worst possible consequences, Nabiki would have found herself kidnaped by white slavers the next day. Sent to a brothel in one of the areas of the world where a blind eye was turned to the sex trade, and by the time Ranma found her in a few months, her mind and spirit would have been destroyed, leaving only a nearly-mindless sex-slave who's only desire was to do whatever her current master wanted, 'anything' he wanted.

But, Mihoshi didn't do those type of wishes.

Instead, the Blonde Genie's magic, operating on a level below Mihoshi's awareness did not just grant Nabiki's wish on the basis of her raw words, but on the fantasy that caused them,

Which did create a bit of a problem. Namely Nabiki could not be that type of sex slave on her own world, there being a big difference between fantasy and reality. The magic had to find someplace where Nabiki's wish could be granted in a manner reflective of her fantasy.

Way out on the fringe of possibilities, it found such a world, and thus activated and a second later, Nabiki and Ranma experienced astral projecting as their minds were lifted free of their bodies.

For a brief second they stared down at their former bodies, and then suddenly found themselves racing down a long twisting, bluish tunnel. The shade somewhat like that Earth possessed when viewed from space.

Nabiki and Ranma had no way of knowing, of course, that what they were seeing was thousands and thousands of possible earths racing by so face they were a blur.

Nabiki popped out of the tunnel into a room. Looking down, her eyes widened in surprise as she spied what looked like herself, tied down over a padded trestle, with what looked like Ranma about to penetrate her with . . . . Wow, he really lived up to his name," was Nabiki thought, just as she got body slammed into her new body and everything got a bit confused for a second.

Ranma, who had even less of a clue than Nabiki, tried to put up mental breaks as he saw him zooming toward a version of himself who was just about to do something really perverted to Nabiki. "I am so dead," were his last thoughts before he too was slammed into his new body.

Both bodies jolted as their occupancy rate was exceeded. Nabiki's body, tied down as it was, could not do much, but Ranma's body was under no such restricting. With a sudden thrust, Ranma's long thick cock speared into Nabiki's body, spreading her delicate folds and pinning her firmly in place.

At the same time, Ranma's left hand, wearing a heavy seal wring, reversed so that the disk faced down, clutched Nabiki's ass, pressing the heavy disk against Nabiki's ass.

Nabiki let out a scream, that somehow was a chorus. Pleasure like nothing she'd ever experienced flooded her system, joined by a searing pain in her ass as she was branded with magic fire, and claimed utterly as Ranma's slave.

Nabiki's head lifted, her wide staring eyes not seeing anything of her surroundings, but somehow able to see a misty astral form of herself, with a very surprised look on her face, just before it was sucked up into a silvery mid-air whirlpool.

Nabiki let her body slump down over the trestle, panting hard with sweat beading all over her body. It took her several seconds to recover from her de-flowering, and when she did, she became very aware that something large and pulsing was filling her sex, and not moving.

Nabiki's squeezed her cunt muscles, trying to expel the object, but all that did was send a new wave of pleasure through her body, which was very nice, but not what she was after.

Nabiki was frantic. She didn't want to be Ranma's slave, no matter her masturbatory fantasies. The Ranma in her dreams was a firm strong willed master who would ignore Nabiki's attempts at mental judo and instead simply use her body for their mutual pleasure.

The real Ranma was a wimp, who she could wrap around her finger and leave a confused and bewildered clod who couldn't even understand she'd been playing with his mind. He was a patsy, not a master. Even as she thought that, however, her eyes widened. What was she thinking? She didn't want a Master! Not really. She was a free and independent girl. A certain feeling of relief swept over her at this realization. Her mind was still her own.

She didn't know where they were, or just what was going on, but at least she was herself . . . A sudden shudder shook Nabiki's body, as the cock insider her stretched pussy pulsed slightly, reminding her that while she might have her own mind, someone else was in possession of her body.

She gritted her teeth, and told herself that this would give her tremendous leverage over Ranma. His slave! She snorted in derision. She'd own him after this! He'd do whatever she wanted, or else!" Nabiki let out a sudden gasp as a small orgasm caused her body to shudder. As soon as she got his, oh so thick dick, out of her body, that was. "What the hell are you doing, Saotome?" She demanded in a loud voice.

The poor idiot was likely frozen with shock. "Come on, Saotome . . . " Nabiki bit her lip at that. No she did not want him to 'come'. "If you don't get out of me, you know someone is going to walk in on us," she said, going for a firm, but reasonable tone, which was really hard when you were impaled on a boy's dick. She was quite proud of her control. Unfortunately, neither her tone or words seemed to have any effect on Ranma. He just stood behind her like a lump, his prick throbbing inside her sensitized pussy. Nabiki just had time to realize that maybe thinking about that fact was not a good idea before another mini-orgasm rippled through her body.

Sweat beaded on Nabiki's forehead. God it felt good. She'd never imagined having a man inside you could feel so good. She shifted her stomach muscles, and clenched her ass, squeezing her inner muscles and adding even more lovely feelings as clenched around that warm rod of flesh. She forgot herself in the pleasure and moaned in delight.

There was a reason for Ranma simply standing behind Nabiki with his cock burred in her body, and not moving, and it had nothing to do with his mind shutting down in sheer horror of the consequences, though that was a good guess. Rather, it was Nabiki's ill advised wish that was once again at fault.

Her suggested wish was for her to be changed into Ranma's sex-slave. For that to work, Ranma would have to have sex with her. That was not going to happen without a good swift kick in the pants to Ranma's sexuality. Which was screwed up, to say the least.

His gender curse had messed up a lot more than Ranma's life and body. It had messed seriously with his mind. Switching back and forth between a heterosexual male, and a heterosexual female could do that to you. Ranma had been well on his way to normal teenage horniness when the curse had happened. But nothing had been normal in that regard ever since.

He'd liked girl, really he had, and the thought of getting close to one had given him some pleasant dreams. And some embarrassing moments. The curse changed that. When he was female, his sexual attraction to girls decreased greatly, on a biological level, though it still existed physiologically. At the same time, his, or rather her, interest in boys, increased.

A fact that Ranma rejected so strongly, that he didn't even have to think about it in order to suppress those feelings ruthlessly. Only occasionally, under the guise of teasing or conning Ryouga, or flirting with store-clerks for extra food, did that aspect of her sexuality get to come out and play a bit.

But, you can not pick and choose drives as powerful as those. At least not when you are a virgin with nothing to really anchor one or the other of those urges to. So by suppressing the feminine side of him, or her, self, Ranma had put up barriers against what he would have considered normal sexual feelings toward girls as well.

Slaver-Ranma on the other hand, had been enjoying the company of girls long before he got his curse. He had found little difficulty in maintaining that interest. His upbringing had taught him that girl's were slaves to their desires, and if his female body had such urges, they were to be expected as part of the curse. Unlike the other Ranma, those feelings did not fill him with self-doubt. He knew he was a stud! He just used the sexual frustration of his girl side to fuel his male side's exploits. Which was one reason why he almost always had an erection after switching back from being a girl.

The wish-Ranma needed a bit of that attitude if the wish was to be granted. After all, Nabiki could hardly be a sex-slave, if there was no sex involved.

Slaver-Ranma was suffering from serious Coitus-interruptus. No sooner had he started to slip the meat to his brand new slave, when some god-damn fucking poacher had jumped into his mind and kicked him out of the driver seat.

Right now the two of them were standing in some white walled room. Slaver-Ranma had tried to reason with the other guy who looked sort of like him, if not as pretty, but he seemed to be in some sort of a coma.

Then things got weird. Well, weirder. A big yellow folder had popped into existence over his head, and a second later a sheet of paper slipped out of it and flew over to disappear into another yellow folder over the head of his ugly twin. Another page followed, and another. "What the fuck is going on?" Slaver-Ranma demanded, but got no answer.

"Well, finally," he said when the two yellow folders disappeared and his counter-part blinked. "Finally waking up, asshole?" he called. Right before the spinning silver disk popped up behind him and sucked him out of the room.

Ranma blinked. For a second he thought he'd seen himself in a mirror, but something must have moved it because the image was gone. He looked around himself, trying to figure out what was going on, but not having much luck. He remembered Nabiki's wish, but he was damned if he could figure out what this had to do with it.

Then, everything went black, for just a second, and suddenly Ranma was back in the real world, sort of.

The very first thing Ranma was aware of was the wonderful warm wet pressure wrapped around his dick, which of course made him look down. His eyes bulged as he saw the lovely curved ass cheeks and the sight of his cock spearing into the cunt just below them. Oh, god, I am so dead, he thought.

A low moan and a twitching around his cock made him remember that he was not the only person involved here.

"Ahh, Nabiki, is that you?" he asked, and felt like slapping himself for asking such a stupid question. If it was Nabiki, she'd say something nasty, and if wasn't Nabiki, whoever it was would likely be very pissed off that he didn't know her name.

There was silence, for several seconds. Then Nabiki's voice spoke, and just as Ranma had feared, she was being sarcastic.

"Well, it sure as hell isn't Sleeping Beauty, Saotome," Nabiki drawled. If Ranma had not been so freaked, he might have noticed that Nabiki's voice did not contain her normal 'whatever' tone. Actually, it sounded pretty strained. Which it continued to do so as she continued to speak. "And, just to make sure you get the point. You are no prince, and that is not a kiss."

Ranma blushed. He hated when Nabiki was sarcastic, it wasn't as if this was his fault. She'd been the one who made the wish.

"Saotome?" Nabiki's voice said, the strain even greater in her voice.

"Uh, yea," Ranma asked, as he tried as hard as he could not to move. The feel of Nabiki's inner flesh wrapped around his cock was just about the best feeling he'd ever had. And the urge to see what it would feel like if he were to, say, move it around a bit, was nearly overwhelming.

"Were you planning, oh say, on taking your dick out of my cunt anytime soon?" The stress Nabiki was under came through in her vulgarity. She didn't usually have to resort to such.

"Oh! Yea! Right!" Ranma hastily said. He started to pull back his hips, and could not help but stare down at the junction where his cock fit inside Nabiki. As he watched his dick slipped out a bit with Nabiki's delicate pink flesh wrapped tightly around it and pulling outward at the same time.

"Stop!" Nabiki nearly screamed. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was open and gasping. Just having Ranma inside her had been strange and wonderful, but the sensation when he'd started to pull out . . . She thought the top of her head was about to come off.

Ranma had stopped moving, and she was grateful for that as she gathered her thoughts. She couldn't let him know how much this was affecting her. She needed to stay in control.

"Ok, this is what we're going to do," She said "You just stand there. Don't move! Just wait till it goes soft, and then you can slip it out!" she said.

Ranma looked down at Nabiki with an incredulous expression on his face.

"You have to be kidding me!" Ranma protested. "You expect me to just stand here till I get soft and fall out?" Ranma was used to using lots of body language when he talked, especially when he was annoyed, so he'd been waving his arms around a bit, and jerking his upper body, and the results were the exact opposite of what Nabiki had just ordered.

Nabiki let out a gasp as Ranma's cock jerked inside her tight tunnel. "Stop! Don't move!" she cried out. Almost she even said please, but she was not that far gone yet. Fortunately, for her peace of mind, Ranma did stop.

Ranma glared at Nabiki, or more correctly, he glared at her ass, which was sort of the center of his focus at the moment. Actually, that made things a lot easier for him. Nabiki had this, sarcastic, way of looking at him, that made him feel like a five year old. It was much easier to maintain annoyance at her when he didn't have to look her in the eyes.

Mind you, looking down at that firm ass, with his cock sticking out of her pussy went a long way to mellow him out. He smirked a bit. It was sort of like when you got another fighter in a submission hold. You didn't let them talk their way out of it. The fact that they had to resort to talk just proved you had a good hold on them. Well, he had one hell of a submission hold on Nabiki right now. And for all her bellyaching, he was the one with the upper hand.

Such a thought was very strange for Ranma. Anyone who knew him well would have guessed that he'd be desperate to do anything Nabiki suggested, frantic that she not reveal what had happened. But, Ranma more and more found himself with a growing sense of ease with the current situation. As if it were a fight with someone who he knew he could beat without breaking a sweat. Someone he could afford to play with.

Ranma froze in place, almost inhumanly so. "How's this?" he asked, his voice solicitous.

Nabiki drew a few deep breaths to calm herself. "Fine, just, just don't move, ok,"

Ranma nodded, though of course Nabiki could not see that, and went to put his hands down on the trestle on either side of Nabiki's body. As he moved them down, he spotted a heavy ring turned around so the large disk that made up its body was on the inside of his hand. At the same time he noticed the dark black mark on Nabiki's ass, which corresponded with the design on the ring. For some strange reason, the sight gave him a warm feeling. Without thinking about it, he laid his hands on Nabiki's ass, marveling at the warm springy feel.

"Akkk, what are you doing!?" Nabiki yelled, jerking her body and moving herself on and off Ranma's cock slightly, which caused another powerful surge of pleasure. "Stop that!"

Instead of jerking his hands away, Ranma said in a serious tone of voice. "Sorry. I have to rest my hands on something or I won't be able to stay still."

Nabiki wanted to order him to take his hands off of her, but for some reason was reluctant to do so. There was some sort of warm glow flowing from where Ranma touched her that flowed over her whole body, leaving her feeling as toasty as if she were under a pile of blankets on a cold winter morning. The last thing she wanted was to crawl out of that comfortable nest. So, she said. "Fine, just don't move anymore."

Ranma held his posture, and Nabiki tried very hard to relax, and did not succeed. She could not stop squeezing her leg and ass muscles every few seconds. "This ain't no good," Ranma said. "Not much point in me staying still, if you're just going to move around like that."

"I'd like to see you do any better if you were a girl in my position!" Nabiki snapped.

"Why don't I just pull out and get it over with?" Ranma asked, not particularly bothered by the image Nabiki suggested, as it was something that was never going to happen.

Nabiki actually found herself reluctant to go along with this idea, and not for the usual reason that Ranma had suggested it. But, after a few seconds she said. "Ok, but be careful!"

"Oh, I'll be real careful," Ranma promised. He let himself lean back, and started to draw himself out of Nabiki's tight sheath. Her breath hissed out of her mouth as he slowly, oh, so very slowly withdrew.

Nabiki was in an agony of suspense. The slow motion withdrawal was causing what felt like a fire in her groin. It didn't make sense. Hard friction caused heat. This slow motion movement shouldn't make her feel like she was about to spontaneously combust. She closed her mouth tight, and then had to open it again when she found she could not get enough air into her lungs just using her nose. Her panted in short sharp breaths, and still it went on and on. "How much more?" She finally begged with a whimper.

Ranma, who'd been watching the emergence of his slick cock from within Nabiki's body with rapture did not at first hear her question.

"How much more!" Nabiki cried out in a much louder tone, and causing Ranma to jerk slightly, and insert himself back inside her a good two inches.

"It was half way, till you yelled, now I only got about a quarter of it out." Ranma complained.

Nabiki boggled at the information. Unable to see what was happening, Nabiki had to go by what it felt like. And what it had felt like was that Ranma had pulled something as long as his arm out of her. And that had only been half-way! "Oh god, how big are you?" she said with some dismay.

Not to big, it all fit inside," Ranma answered in a cheerful voice.

Nabiki gave a shudder, imagining something the size of Kuno's bokun shoved up inside her. It was a miracle she didn't feel any pain from the ruptured organs. Maybe she was in shock.

"So, you want me to keep pulling out,"

"No! Yes! I don't know!" Nabiki cried out.

"You don't know!?" Ranma asked in amazement. It was a good thing that Nabiki could not see his face, or she'd have been pissed as well as befuddled. The smile he wore was as broad as any he'd ever had. He was really starting to enjoy this, and not just the feel of Nabiki pulsing around him. The whole having her at his mercy thing. "Well, tell me when you make up your mind," he said, and idly started to work his fingers gently on her ass.

Nabiki, severely stressed, moved back against Ranma's gentle touch, almost purring as his fingers seemed to ease some of the ache she felt in her belly. At least until she realized what she was doing. "What are you doing!" she cried out, frantic that he'd noticed her reaction.

"Oops, sorry. Forgot myself," Ranma said, stilling his magic fingers.

Nabiki took several deep breaths, trying to gain her lost control. It didn't help. She could not still the arousal having Ranma in her body caused her. It was so humiliating. "If only you weren't such a wimp," she moaned.

"Why?" Ranma asked, even as he frowned at her remark.

"Because any real man in this situation wouldn't have fooled around. He'd have had his fun and we'd be done by now."

"Oh, Well, I can do that," Ranma said.

"Huh? What? Wait! No! Don't ahhhhhhhhhh!" Nabiki cried out as Ranma smoothly pulled back and shoved forward again hard, jarring her up against the trestle as his belly slapped against her ass. It seemed a simple enough motion, and Ranma really didn't think about it, but as he pulled back and thrust forward again he noticed that his body was adjusting and flexing in subtle ways, causing his cock to slip inside Nabiki with a particular motion and change of angle that caused little cries to escape her at certain parts of the stroke.

Ranma was well used to trusting his body to do certain things automatically in a fight, he'd spent enough your training it to do so. It seemed that this body had something similar. He let himself go and stopped worrying about if he was doing it right. His body seemed to know what it was doing. That left him free to enjoy the sight of himself slipping in and out of Nabiki, not to mention the pleasure it was causing. Damn it felt good. Why the hell hadn't he done this with Shampoo. He was sure she'd have been willing.

Oh, wait, because then she'd insist they were really married, and he wouldn't be able to deny it.

That thought brought a sudden stop to Ranma's motion as he realized that there were going to be consequences to what he was doing, and he wasn't sure if it felt good enough to be worth it.

"NO! Don't stop!" Nabiki frantic voice cried out as her ass twisted as much as it was able. "Keep going! Damn you to hell, Saotome, fuck me!"

Ranma blinked, and then a smile crossed his face. "Damn straight it's worth it," he muttered. Taking hold of Nabiki's hips with his hands, he started to seriously screw her.

Both Nabiki and Ranma gasped for breath, but Nabiki also cried out in pleasure as her body was plundered. Until, with a gasp Ranma buried himself to the root and spilled himself into her belly. At the same time every muscle in Nabiki's body clenched, including the ones wrapped around Ranma's dick, and she let out a howl of release.

Her body continued to jerk for several seconds, till she collapsed bonelessly across the trestle, her breath rattling in and out of her mouth. Ranma slumped slightly forward over her, his belly pressed tight into her ass. As he felt himself slowly shrinking inside her cunt, he knew that his life was never going to be the same again.

Ranma gave a small hiss of pleasure as he eased himself out of Nabiki. A great wash of sperm followed his withdrawal, running down her thighs and dripping onto the floor. The sight of her distended sex leaking his juices both excited and embarrassed him.

He spotted a picture of water in a large ceramic bowl sitting in a small alcove off to the side. A stack of hand towels beside it. He quickly walked over and filled the bowl. He cleaned himself as best he could, being very careful about how much cold water he allowed to touch himself. For some reason he was even more reluctant than usual to let his girl side out.

Nabiki had been drifting in a dazed state, the after glow of her first male induced orgasm having left her feeling limp, but also warm and fuzzy. She'd been surprised. Reading between the lines of her girl-friends stories, she'd been under the impression that it really wasn't worth the cost. She'd changed her mind. She'd do just about anything to feel this warm floaty feeling again.

The touch of cold damp cloth to her lower lips came as a bit of a jolt, therefore. "What are you doing?"

"Just getting you clean. You're a bit of a mess," Ranma replied.

"And who's fault is that," Nabiki said, but there was little sting in her words, she was too busy being embarrassed by the thought of Ranma washing away his and her juices. The mess comment did not help any. "Let me loose! I'm not a baby! I can wash myself," she insisted.

"Na, like you said. I made it. I'll clean it up." He applied the cloth carefully to her sensitive flesh, and Nabiki was surprised at how gentle it felt. "I guess you're used to washing cunt, Saotome," Nabiki said. Trying to use verbal blows in place of the physical ones her sister would be eager to use in this situation. She was feeling extremely out of place at the moment, and needed to fall back on something to keep some sort of control.

She shivered as she felt Ranma's finger tracing across her left ass-cheek. "Hey, I thought you were cleaning. That doesn't feel like cleaning to me."

"Just checking out the mark on your butt," Ranma said. "It ain't stamped, but don't look like a tattoo either. Just looks like your natural skin, only black."

"What. I don't have a mark."

"Do now. Guess your wish came true, because it's the Saotome chop. Must have come from that ring I found on my hand."

"What?"

"You can see for your self," Ranma said, as he unfastened the leather cuffs holding her ankles in place. He came around and started to undo the ones around her wrists.

To her great annoyance, Nabiki found she could not look at Ranma's face without feeling her own heat with a furious blush. She quickly stood up when he released her, which was a mistake, as the blood rushed from her head and she swayed in place till Ranma took hold of her and steadied her. She was again a touch annoyed at how easy it was to just stand in his arms, enjoying the feel of his body against hers. So, she pushed him away.

"I can walk on my own, Saotome," she said, ignoring the feeling of guilt she felt at his hurt expression. It made her angry. She had nothing to feel guilty about. Guilt was for wimps and failures. But even so, she had to fight the urge to say she was sorry and wipe that kicked puppy look off of Ranma's face.

To hide her reaction, she said. "Turn around and let a girl get herself cleaned up in peace, Saotome."

"Ok, but it ain't like I haven't seen all you got," He said with a shrug of his shoulders, turning his back on her, and on her flaming face.

To her surprise, Nabiki was not horribly disfigured. As far as her fingers could tell, her vagina, while sore, was still the same size as before, not a gapping hole into the depths of her body. She quickly cleaned herself up, and then looked for something to cover herself with. The towels were hardly big enough to wrap around a hand. They'd be useless as any sort of covering.

Ranma had pulled up his pants and was fully dressed. At some other time Nabiki might have made a joke about the heavy leather cup sewn into the crotch of his pants, but right now she was very reluctant to even think about that part of Saotome, little lone joke about it.

"Uh, here," Ranma said, holding out a hand full of cloth to her. "I Found it hanging over near the water."

Nabiki shook it out, and found it was a light un-dyed cotton dress. There were no fasteners, only a draw string around the middle. She slipped it over her head and shook it down around her body. The results did not please her. The bottom hung only a few inches below the curve or her ass, and the loose skirt meant that any big move on her part would cause it to reveal a lot more of herself than she wanted. The top wasn't much better. The loose cotton hung from her shoulders and covered her breasts, but the large neck would give everyone an eyeful if she bent even slightly forward, and anyone looking at her from the side would have a good chance of seeing a bare breast. Knowing boys the way she did, there would be lots of them trying to get a look.

This can't be all of it," Nabiki protested. "Where are the panties, the bra?"

Ranma shrugged. "That's all there was. Maybe that's what slave-girls wear?"

"I am not a slave girl!" Nabiki nearly shouted.

Ranma shrugged again. "You made that wish, you got my mark on your butt, and we're here, and we did that." At the last remark, Ranma blushed a bit and would not meet her eye.

"That does not make me a slave! I refuse! You can just forget any ideas you might be thinking, Saotome!"

Before Ranma could answer, there was a polite knocking on the door. "I'm sorry, sir, but if you have finished bonding your slave, we need this room for another customer."

Nabiki flushed. "Not one word," She told the smirking Ranma. She tugged her dress in an effort to pull it further down her legs, but all that did was to drag the collar down far enough to expose a breast.

"Here, let me," Ranma said, stepping up and pinching together the fabric at the top of her dress with one hand while the other reached up under the collar of his own shirt. A look of annoyance crossed his face and he stepped back from Nabiki. "Sorry, usually keep a couple of safety pins there. Never know when you're going to have to pin up some torn cloths. Learned that the first time I fought Ryouga as a girl."

Nabiki was moved by Ranma's gesture to help preserve her modesty, so much so that she didn't say anything cutting when he was unable to actually do anything.

There was another knock on the door. "Yea, we're done," Ranma said, before Nabiki could say anything. "Come on," he said. "Let's go see where we are."

Feeling more exposed than she ever had in her life, Nabiki followed Ranma out the door. Right off the bat, she felt a lot better dressed. Waiting on the other side were a couple of clerk types, and in between them was a lovely girl, naked as the day she'd been born, and the only emotion she seemed to feel over the situation was excitement.

Nabiki didn't have time to learn anything about her, as Ranma, who had turned his head away from the girl, practically dragged her past the three people. If he had though to avoid naked female flesh, however, he should have stayed put.

Nabiki blinked as she was pulled out into bright sunlight. As soon as she could see, she blinked again, this time in surprise. It was like something out of a period porno. They were in a courtyard framed by tall wooden walls. A stage with a podium was along one wall, with a smaller stage off to one side. A line of nude girls on the lower stage were reacting in different ways to their situation. Some were cupping themselves with their hands while blushing furiously, and sneaking peeks at the men gathered in front of them. Others were blatantly flirting and teasing the men.

Ranma was beat red. "Is that Yuriko," he stammered, pointing up at the girls, before hastily pulling his eyes away.

Nabiki looked, and indeed it was one of Akane and Saotome's classmates. She was sort of in-between the shy girls and the blatant ones. She was cupping her hands over her groin, but at the same time was examining the men in front of her nearly as intently as they were studying her. Nabiki followed her gaze and spotted a boy who had only eyes for Yuriko. "Ah, the special of the day, true love," she said sarcastically.

"Come on, let's get out of here,"Ranma said, nearly wrenching her arm as he pulled her toward a large gate.

They were not fated to escape that easy. There was a large group of boys clustered around the outside of the gate and Nabiki's eyes widened as she recognized several of them from school. and worse, they were boys that had been part of the Hentai hoard. She suddenly felt self-conscious of her dress again. She could swear the wind suddenly picked up and blew straight up her skirt. She used her hands to push it down, blushing as she felt the cool breeze against flesh that should not be naked in public.

Ranma blinked when Daisuke and Hiroshi emerged from the crowd of boys and hurried over to him. "Hi, you're name is Ranmen, right." Hiroshi said.

"No, it's Raiden," Daisuke said.

"Actually it's Ranma, Daisuke," Ranma said

It was Daisuke's turn to blink. "Do I know you?"

Ranma resisted the urge to say that they'd been sitting behind him in class for over eight months. but that did not leave him with much else to say. "Uh, well."

"That's great," Hiroshi said. "If you two know each other we can work this deal easy."

"What deal?" Nabiki could not help but asking. The word deal causing a ping sound in her mind.

Daisuke suddenly looked wary, but Hiroshi said, "Not your concern. We want to do a deal with your master." He turned to Ranma and said. "We took up a collection to buy Nabiki when we heard she was on the market, but didn't have enough to beat your bid. So, the guys and us were sort of wondering if maybe, once you'd used her for a while, if you'd maybe want to rent her out for a few weeks to us. We'll pay good," he added hastily as he saw the dark look on Ranma's face.

"How much," Nabiki asked, and then wished she could kick herself. They were talking about renting her, and she didn't have to guess for what.

"No way! I'm not going to do that!" Ranma said, Shock in his voice, and anger in his eyes.

"Hey, we didn't want to get you upset," Hiroshi said, holding up his hands palms out. "We just thought, maybe you wouldn't mind a little extra money. How about you see if you can order her to do it, just to see if it's something she'd do."

"I thought I was a slave," Nabiki drawled. "I didn't know I had a choice." She looked at Ranma, and grinned. "Go ahead, order me. Let's see what I say when you do."

"Ahhh, I don't think that will be necessary," Ranma said hurriedly and pulled Nabiki away from the hoard of disappointed boys.

Ranma was almost glad when he heard a familiar voice. But, the familiarity didn't last. "Ah, done at last, boy. How was it? A man's first slave is always special. Don't suppose you'd be interested in letting your old man have a go."

"Didn't think so," Genma's muffled voice filtered out from around Ranma's fist. Pushing the hand aside with, what was to Ranma, surprising ease, he continued. "I was the same way after I bought your mother. Couldn't bear the idea of any other man, even my best friend, having her. I loosened up after a few weeks and me and Soun had some great times with her. Ah, good times," Genma murmured, his eyes seeing a distant past.

Ranma boggled at his father. His mom had done it with Nabiki's dad, and his dad, maybe at the same time. His mind skidded dangerously close to the edge of a cliff.

"Anyway, here's your share of the purse you dipped," Genma continued, holding out his hand toward Ranma. Without thinking Ranma held out his own and Genma dropped a handful of heavy yellow coins in his palm. "Two-million yen, fifty-fifty like always."

Ranma was too shocked to notice the shifty way his Pop was acting, a sure sign he was up to no good.

Nabiki was as shocked as Ranma, but retained her wits. Her hand flashed out and snatched the coins from Ranma's palm. Her eyes glistened as she rolled the soft heavy gold in her hands."

"Hey! Give those back!" Ranma ordered. Or that is what he tried to say. What actually came out of his mouth after "Hey!" was more gargle than words. His tongue suddenly seemed to be ten times too big for his mouth. He even put a hand up and pinched his tongue between two fingers to make sure it was still the same. "Wa th fuh," He mumbled, and then repeated as his tongue started working a bit better. What the fuck!"

Nabiki stared at Ranma with a defiant look in her eyes, her hand clenched tight around the fistful of gold as she wished for pockets, or even a bra to tuck it into.

Genma gave a laugh. "Looks like you bought yourself a good money manager. You lucked out boy. A sweet little ass is nice, but a woman who knows how to handle a man's money will keep him in comfort in-between spring bouncing. Come on, we need to get back to Soun, and let him know his daughter is in good hands."

Tendo Kimiko sat in front of her vanity mirror. She was not, however, examining her face. Between her and the mirror was a thick milky white disk framed in a heavy brass collar, around which fat sparks of electricity coiled. Deep in the depths of the disk the projected head of an attractive female spoke, though no words were audible, at least to anyone else.

A heavy set of earphones transmitted the words to Kimiko's ears, while the brass speaking trumpet in front of her mouth, held in place by a collar, sent her words back to her fellow member of M.A.D. F.E.M. "Thank you very much Yuki-chan. I hope you enjoy the recipe."

The sparks around the disk slowed and the image faded. Kimiko hung her speaking trumpet and headset on the hooks provided for it, and the entire apparatus sank out of site in the top of her vanity, leaving no trace behind that it had never existed.

Kimiko looked down at the anxious face of her best-friend and house-slave. The attractive woman, a few years younger than Kimiko, knelt with her hands tucked under her chin, her long red-hair streaming down her back and contrasting nicely against her white slave tunic. "It's official No-chan, Ranma bonded Nabiki."

No-chan closed her eyes for a second, her face showing intense relief and joy. "My son is so manly," she finally said. "I'm sure he'll make Mistress Nabiki very happy."

"Not Mistress anymore No-chan. She's a slave, just like you. For now we will address her as Nabiki-chan, until her master decides what he wishes to call her." Kimiko gave a sigh. "I just hope it turns out well. Nabiki would have been a good match for the Tatewalkie boy. She'd have been able to manage his wealth with skill. She has an instinct. I just don't know if she has what it takes to be the slave of a martial artist."

"A martial-artist's slave's life if full of peril," No-chan said.

"Hmmmm, yes, as you say, and so is a martial artist's" Kimiko rose from her seat and allowed her dressing gown to slide off her body, revealing a form that was as tight and muscular as when she'd been sixteen, with little sign other than larger breasts to show that she'd accomplished the remarkable feat of having three children in four years. An almost unprecedented feat.

And not something likely to happen again now that the human race seemed to have acquired an immunity to the fertility drugs that had made it possible.

Kimiko stretched in front of the admiring eyes of No-chan, her slightly stocky build rippling with muscles just barely concealed under a thin layer of soft surface fat. She could almost have been the twin of her middle daughter, except for being two inches taller, and having the same light brown hair as her oldest daughter.

Kimiko lithely strode over to where a training Gi hung from a hook, and slipped it on, pulling the belt tight around her waist. Reaching up, she took down a Kendo sword from several. She weighed in her hands and then put it back and took down a larger one. She grinned nastily in satisfaction. "Speaking of martial-artists, and peril. I think I will go and welcome your ex-husband to the neighborhood."

No-chan's eyes widened. Kimiko had made no effort to hide her anger at Genma over what he'd done to Nodoka, despite knowing her husbands affection for his old friend. She didn't think Kimiko was talking about baking him a cake. "Master will switch you," she warned.

Kimiko only smiled at her. "Yes, he will. How nice. A win/win, situation."

Nodoka sighed, She didn't know why she bothered. Kimiko didn't even try to keep control of her temper at times. It was the master's fault, really. He knew that being switched only made Kimiko hot. Which would have been fine, if switching his wife; didn't make Soun even hotter. Instead of letting Kimiko simmer in her own juices till she was properly sorry, he'd usually swing her over his shoulder and carry her off and not be seen till the next morning, if that early.

It had taken a little while, but Nabiki was starting to feel a little less exposed. Though every little draft reminded her of her pantyless state. Maybe it was the fact that half the women they came across were wearing some variation of the same outfit. Or maybe it was the handful of gold she clutched in one sweaty hand. You were never truly naked with a handful of cash, she thought.

As her self-consciousness eased, she started to pay more attention to their surroundings. It was all strangely familiar. One minute she'd see a store front that could have been from her own world, and next to it would be a store selling tack for pony-girls, complete with live models. A sight that had caused her to edge a bit closer to Ranma.

Trying to distract herself from some of the kinkier sights, she tried to focus on the people themselves, and almost instantly noticed something strange, though it took a few minutes for her to pin down just what it was. When she did, she took a close look at Genma, who was striding along in front of her. She gave Ranma a little nudge with her elbow, and slowed her stride to allow Genma to pull ahead.

"What?" Ranma asked, rubbing his side where Nabiki's sharp elbow had taken him by surprise.

"Doesn't your dad look a little young to you?"

Ranma blinked, and looked at Genma. It was a bit hard to tell from the back, but he thought about it, and then said. "Yea, I guess. Maybe he's just younger here?"

Nabiki rolled her eyes. "Right, and he knocked up your mom when he was twelve . . ." Nabiki trailed off, "Ok, bad example, in this world maybe he did. But that still does not make any sense. For you to be here, and you must be, or he would not have known you, he must have been the same age he was back home. If he'd knocked up your Mom earlier, all that would mean would be you'd have an older sister or brother, it wouldn't be you."

"Don't see why not. Why would it make any difference."

"Hello, don't you pay any attention in school? Are Kasumi and Akane exactly like me? No! Because each try is a crap shoot as to how the kid comes out. And you don't get the same roll twice." "If you say so," Ranma said with a shrug. While he'd been talking to Nabiki he'd been rolling his arms and flexing his muscles, occasionally bouncing in place for a few steps. "I'm more concerned with how badly out of shape this body is," He said.

"Didn't feel out of shape to me," Nabiki said, her mouth for once getting ahead of her brain. "I meant, didn't look," she hastily said.

"Sure you did," Ranma said. He smirked at Nabiki, enjoying the sight out of her out of sorts expression.

"Anyway," Nabiki went on, trying to ignore Ranma's look. "It's not just your dad. I swear I haven't seen anyone over thirty since we got here, and most of them are a lot younger than that." A scared look crossed her face. "You don't suppose this is one of those places where you have to die once you reach thirty."

"What? Where did you hear that?" I never heard nothing about a place like that."

"It was a movie on TV," Nabiki said, looking around as if expecting to see one of the older people snatched up and sent off to some type of processing plant.

"A movie? Give me a break! That's just make believe."

"Then how do you explain why there are no old people?"

"Maybe because there's no old people," Ranma suggested.

Nabiki opened her mouth to tell him that this was serious, but before she could say a word, aq battle cry ripped through the air.

"GENMA SAOTOME, YOU PILE OF PIG VOMIT! PREPARE TO DIE!"

Nabiki caught a blur flying through the air, at the same time Genma blurred as well and there was the sound of blows falling and walls breaking and then the two blurs jumped over a wall and were gone, leaving behind significant property damage.

After a second, Nabiki said. "Well, it's nice to see that some things are the same."

"Cute girl. Too bad she's such a tomboy. Even looked a little like Akane," Ranma remarked.

"Oh, better and better," Nabiki said. "With any luck she'll be showing up demanding to take my place." She wiped away a none-existent tear, and added. "I'll be heartbroken, but what choice will I hav . . . Eeeek" Nabiki squealed as Ranma goosed her. "What are you doing?"

Ranma blinked at her, and then down at his hand which was still curled in the shape of her ass. "I don't know. It just felt like the thing to do," he said. He didn't seem overly embarrassed by his action.

"Well, don't do that!" Nabiki ordered, trying to still her beating heart, and ignore the warmth that seemed to radiate from where Ranma had touched her, a warmth that was moving in between her legs, causing the flush on her face to darken.

"Awww, don't waste your time with that little girly-girly, boy, let us show you what a real woman feels like," a deep, but feminine voice said from fairly close by.

They had been walking by the canal on the way home, and looking to the side, and down, they spotted a crew or workers busy repairing a section of the canal wall with large rocks and mortars. The workers were all female. Very buff females. They all looked like body-builders, and were tanned from exposure to the sun. And they had a lot exposed to tan. They were dressed in short-shorts, flannel shirts with the arms and midriffs cut off, work-boots, gloves, and sweat-bands holding their hair back They were all dressed pretty much the same, as if it were some sort of uniform While they were all muscular, they were not all overly large. The woman who had spoken to Ranma might have been near six-feet in height, but there was one member of the crew who could not have been much more than five feet.

"Well, how about it, boy? You up for some real action?" The spokeswoman asked, flexing her arms and rolling the muscles in her stomach. She slapped a hand to her belly. You don't know what you've been missing till you've felt what these babies can do to your prick."

"He's taken," Nabiki said, stepping in front of Ranma, and suddenly thinking to herself. Oh my god, I've got Ranmaititis., she quickly stepped back, and pretended she didn't give a damn.

"Oooooohhhhhhh," the other workers hooted. "Looks like you've been told, Yumi."

The woman didn't seem angered by Nabiki's words or postures, she just grinned at her. "Don't worry, sweet-buns. We wouldn't dream of leaving you out of the party. I bet you taste as sweet as sugar," she added, cupping her hands in front of her face and making suggestive strokes with her tongue.

Nabiki blushed. If it had been a male construction worker she'd have shot him down with one sentence, but she had no idea how to handle a crew like this.

Ranma rubbed his chin, and looked Yumi up and down. "Hmmm, don't know. The outside looks pretty good, but I like something soft and wet to slid into. Your cunt might be full of gravel, what with all the rock you hump," he said, rocking a large round rock with his foot.

Nabiki looked at Ranma in shock. Where the hell had that come from? Ranma should have been a blushing inarticulate lump, not giving back as good as he got.

"What's the matter boy. Your Single Jack not up to the job?"

"More like I'd lose it down the shaft," Ranma said with a grin, measuring Yumi's big body with his eyes.

Yumi tossed back her head and laughed. "You're all right boy. Say, I have a niece that might just be the sweet little cupcake type you like. Nice body, and a good cook. What you say, you interested in giving her a test drive?"

"I'd like to. But I just bought this slave and she needs breaking in. Maybe in a few weeks, when she needs a rest."

Yumi laughed again. "Ok, boy. But I'll hold you to it," She looked at Nabiki, and gave her a wink, then said. "Nabiki-chan, you tell your pop that we're really looking forward to his visit tonight."

Nabiki had no answer for that, so she just nodded her head and hurried away. Once they were some distance away, she slowed and turned her head toward Ranma. The mercenary girl stared at him and aksed. "Where the hell did that come from, Saotome?"

"Don't know, just seemed the right thing to say. They were only teasing."

"You sure seem to have picked up a lot of 'right things' quick," she said suspiciously.

Ranma suddenly turned and moved into her space. Before she could react his arms were around him and he was cradling her bare rear in his hands. "Do you mind?" he asked, his voice suddenly husky.

Nabiki stared up at his face in shock, the feel of his hands on her backside making her short of breath and very warm. She knew she should tell him to get his hands off of her, but somehow, she just couldn't seem to make the words reach her mouth. She just stood there, pressed against him as he worked his fingers over her bottom.

"You could wait till you get her inside, you know," a very familiar voice said. Ranma and Nabiki sprang apart and turned to face Akane, who stared at them with a smirk. "I mean, it's only a few steps away. But if you can't wait, go ahead. Be interesting to see Mr Marvelous in action."

Ranma and Nabiki continued to stare. It wasn't just the fact that Akane wasn't trying to kill them that had them off center, it was the way she was dressed. Skin tight black biker shorts, that were so closely fitted, Nabiki was willing to bet that Akane had shaved herself just this morning, because if she hadn't you'd be able to see the stubble. A loose floppy sweat shirt, also black, with the sleeves cut off, and the mid-riff jaggedly removed at a point just an inch or so below her breasts. Her arms were crossed over her bare belly, and she was wearing fingerless black leather gloves. She leaned against the wall in a negligent manner, running her eyes over Ranma in a very bold way.

"You're different," she said. "I don't know how, but you're not the same as when you were here earlier." She looked over at Nabiki, and ran her eyes up and down her sister's body. "Maybe it's just my big sis is so good it changed your life?" she arched her eyebrow, making it a question.

"Ah, I guess that might be it," Ranma said, rubbing the back of his head, trying very hard not to freak out at the way Akane was behaving, or dressing. He swallowed nervously and pulled his eyes away before they wondered to dangerous areas.

Nabiki watched Ranma trying not to watch Akane, and felt a sour feeling in the pit of her stomach. She might as well be week-old rice while her little sister was here.

"Mistress Akane, are they here yet? A soft respectful voice said, and a second later an older red-headed teenager came around the corner of the gate, she was dressed in an outfit almost exactly like Nabiki's but she filled the top a whole lot better. The girl noticed Ranma, and her eyes lit up like she'd just seen the Pope. Nabiki hated her on sight.

"Oh, my, Master Ranma, I'm so. I mean, we are so happy to have you are here. Master Soun will be so pleased you managed to buy Mistress . . .I mean, Nabiki-chan." The girl looked around, and said. "Excuse my presumption, but is your father with you?"

Ranma just stared at her for a few seconds, till Nabiki gave him a bit of a shove. "Huh? Oh, yea. No pop had to, sort of, leave for a bit. But I'm sure he'll be right along."

"That is good. Master Soun will be very happy to have his friend back."

Nabiki's radar went off. The little red-headed slut didn't sound as the same could be said about her. She wondered what her beef was with Genma. He likely promised Ranma would marry her, and ran off with her dowry, forcing her parents to sell her into slavery. And, of course she just happened to end up here. Nabiki felt smug. She was starting to figure out this crazy world. And she bet from the way the little tramp was looking at Ranma, that she'd be happy to his slave if she couldn't be his wife. Well, it wasn't going to happen, Nabiki vowed to herself.

"Are they here, No-chan," the familiar voice of Nabiki's father asked. She'd never been so happy to hear anything in her whole life. It promised home to her. She found herself moving past Ranma, past the weird Akane, and the red-headed slut, and was suddenly running toward the figure of her father, standing in the evening twilight.

"Daddy," she said, launching herself at his chest and letting his arms fold around her in a hug. He held her for a few seconds, and then un-wrapped his arms from around her and pushed her away from him. "Are you ok, Nabiki-chan," he asked.

She blinked back the tears in her eyes and stared up at his blurry image. "Sure, no problem. Got sold as a sex-slave. Put over a vaulting horse, fucked, and branded. It's been a great day."

"Yes, a truly great day," Soun said, pulling her back into a big hug. "My baby is all grown up and is a woman."

Nabiki closed her eyes in resignation. She wasn't even surprised. She'd been crazy to think her father would be immune to the changes. Besides, why had she even cared. She hadn't needed him to fix her boo boos in years. She could handle this on her own. She opened her eyes and pushed herself away from the man who was not her real father, and went over to stand beside Ranma. "You've met my master, daddy?" she asked.

"Ah, yes, a fine boy, even with his little, ahem, have you mentioned your situation to your slave, boy, I mean about your, cough, curse."

"you mean that I turn into a . . ." Ranma looked disappointed, Nabiki thought. Well, tough. Why shouldn't he have a little rain fall on his parade. Everything else in this stupid world seemed set up to be a guy's delight.

"Yes, exactly," Soun said hastily. His eyes darting toward the open gate. "No-chan, if you would, close the gate and join us in the family room." He turned and walked away.

A few minutes later, they were all sitting around the table, and Kasumi was serving tea. Ranma was staring at her. So was Nabiki. She looked . . . So Kasumi like. True, her dress was a different style than what she normally wore being shorter, and tighter, and it was clear she was not wearing a bra, but for all that, she was still clearly, Kasumi.

Nabiki pulled her gaze away from her oldest sister, and looked at her father. In the bright light, and with no traitorous tears in her eyes, it was clear he was not her father. He was far too young, for one thing. He looked even younger than Genma had. The mustache, if anything made him look even younger in her eyes. If she'd had to guess, she'd have said he was no more than Twenty-five. But, even with all that, there was a . . . Father feel to him. Once again, she started wondering what the hell was going on around here.

There was the sound of the door behind her sliding open, and she looked over her shoulder to see Genma step inside, looking a bit worse for wear. His Gi was torn, one eye looked like it might be blackened, and a large bump decorated his bald head, his normal kerchief having been lost somewhere along the way. Unseen by Ranma and Nabiki, who were looking at Genma, No-chan eased herself back and behind Soun.

Another figure slipped into the room behind Genma, and he flinched away from her. Ranma was right, she thought, she is cute. And she did look a little like Akane, except for being slightly taller and having brown hair, oh, and bigger breasts. Why did all the new girls she was meeting have such monumental hooters? She was at once pleased and disgusted when this new girl only seemed to have eyes for her father. Or rather, this worlds version of him.

Dirty old man, chasing after teen-age pussy, she thought, forgetting her own thoughts concerning her father's age. Still, there was something about the girl. Nabiki stared at her, trying to figure out what it was. She was sure she'd seen her somewhere before.

"Saotome my friend, what happened to you?" Soun asked. He raised a hand to his mustache and tugged on it, and Nabiki was amazed to see that he was smiling under his hand.

"Oh, nothing much, Tendo. Tripped in the dark," Genma said, sitting himself at the table and helping himself to some buns.

"Ah, that's too bad," Soun said, tugging his mustache even harder. He looked over at his wife, and then down at the hilt she held in her hand, all that was left of the sword she'd taken with her when she'd gone looking for Genma. "Kimiko, it would seem you've broken one of my practice swords," he said.

Nabiki jolted. The son-of-a-bitch. Bad enough he'd robbed the cradle, but he'd married a girl with their mother's name.

"Yes, I'm afraid I'm been very careless, my husband."

"Yes, very careless. I'm very much afraid I'm going to have to chastize you," he said, a gleam in his eye that was shared by his wife.

"As my lord wishes. Do you wish to do it here?"

"That might be best. Ranma would perhaps benefit from a little instruction." Soun said, the gleam in his eyes kindling into fire.

Nabiki turned her head away. "I think I may barf," she muttered to Ranma.

"Oh, dear, Have you forgotten, Father? You have community service to-night," Kasumi said. Both Soun and Kimiko's faces showed sudden disappointment.

"Community service, Tendo?" Genma asked with surprise. "My old friend is a man of some importance," he joked.

Soun looked pleased. "Yes, you could say that. But, I am sure you would be welcomed as well as I. It is true that I've fathered three lovely daughters, but you've fathered a son. Why don't you go in my stead. I'm sure Yumi and her friends would be most happy to 'meet' you."

"Well, I . . ."

"I met this Yumi on the way here, Pop," Ranma suddenly spoke up.

"Oh! Would you say she's an attractive lady."

"Pop, she's got a body like nothing you've ever seen," Ranma said with a wink.

"Well, It's only fair that I help the ladies out," Genma said, puffing out his chest.

"Kasumi will give you the address," Soun said. He then turned to his wife. "Now, I believe we were talking chastisement?" he asked.

"Daddy, Yumi gave me a message for you," Nabiki suddenly spoke up. "She asked me to tell you how much she was looking forward to seeing you tonight."

Soun looked a little guilty.

"Yumi-san is a very nice girl, father," Kasumi added.

"Soun looked a lot guiltier.

"And you seem to have a good time when you visit her and her friends."

Soun's expression brightened a bit, and he rubbed his chin. "Yumi-san does know how to select a very fine Saki," He mused. He nodded his head. "I guess you're right, Kasumi-chan. I should not let her down." He turned to Genma, who's expression was quite eager after hearing the comment about Saki. "It will be like old times, Saotome," Soun said. He linked arms with Genma, and the two men exited. Kimiko looked after her husband with dismay.

Nabiki ducked her head to hide her smirk. That felt good. She'd been feeling lost at sea. It was nice see she could still control things.

Ranma frowned, his eyes dark as he stared across the table at Nabiki. There hadn't been any need for Nabiki to manipulate these people like that. It was just like her. She enjoyed messing with people's minds just for fun. He wished that just once someone would teach her it wasn't nice to mess with other people like that.

"Would you like me to show you to your room, Master Ranma?" No-chan asked. "I'm sure you're eager to get to know your new slave better."

Ranma's eyes suddenly widened. And a rather evil smile, for Ranma, appeared on his face as Nabiki suddenly looked at him with deer-in-the-headlight eyes. Maybe the time for Nabiki to learn a lesson was now, and maybe he was the somebody. He let his eyes roam over Nabiki's torso, making sure she saw him checking her out. Her face flushed, and two little tents appeared over her breasts as her nipples suddenly hardened. His smile widened.

Ranma wasn't sure what was going on with his body. It was weak, and slow, and the reflexes seemed to be shot to hell. But, on the other hand, it seemed to have other reactions wired in that his old body had never had. He'd found himself doing, and saying, things, that he'd never have been able to do before. This body might not know as much about fighting as he's like, but it seemed to know a lot about girls and sex.

A fundamental part of Ranma's basic core personality was trust in his body. He'd never have advanced as far in the art as he had without that trust, and he saw no need to change that policy now. And from the pressure in his groin, his body had some pretty specific ideas on how to answer No-chan's question.

Ranma turned his gaze from Nabiki, and smiled at No-chan. "Sure, it's been a long day. A nice soft bed sounds real good. Don't you think, Nabiki?"

Nabiki gave a little jump where she sat, and looked around as if searching for an escape route. Almost as if against her will, her gaze moved back to Ranma's face, and she swallowed nervously, before ducking her head and saying. "That would be nice."

Nabiki's heart was racing. She'd managed to drive what had happened between her and Ranma out of her mind, but now it came all flooding back, the feel of him moving inside her body, the pleasure, the release. God, she wanted that again, and it scared the crap out of her. She was the person in control She was the one who made Ranma jump through hoops, not the other way around. She had to fix this. But her brain seemed to have deserted her. She could not think of anyway to derail the direction this was going.

"Ranma, may I have a word with my daughter," Kimiko asked.

"YES!" Nabiki shouted, making everyone stare at her. Nabiki didn't care. She didn't even care that the little tramp her father had married had called her, her daughter. She just needed time to think, to plan.

"Sure, go ahead," Ranma said in much softer voice.

Nabiki hadn't waited for his permission, she was already halfway down the hallway her 'mother' had indicated. She followed the girl into a sitting room, noticing as she did that the house seemed a lot larger than her old home.

Kimiko turned to Nabiki, tears glistening in her eyes. "Oh my," she said with a sniff. "I can't believe my little baby is all grown up. It seemed only yesterday the doctor put you in my arms for the first time . . .Nabiki, are you alright!" Kimiko called out as Nabiki's face suddenly paled and her knees went weak. She jumped forward and caught Nabiki before she could fall to the floor. A second later Ranma burst into the room followed a moment later by No-chan, Akane and Kasumi.

"Is she alright?" Ranma asked, dropping down on one knee to look at Nabiki. The girl's eyes were wild, she was staring at Kimiko as if she'd seen a ghost.

"Oh my god, oh my god," Nabiki said. She lifted a finger, and pointed it at Kimiko, "You're my, oh my god." Nabiki's head turned and she stared at the red-headed slave girl standing behind Ranma, looking down at her in concern. Nabiki gaze dropped, and a look of horror crossed her face as from her current position she easily made out No-chan's lack of panties. "Oh my god!" Nabiki repeated turning her face away quickly, a blush darkening her face.

"Should I call Dr Tofu," Kasumi asked in a worried tone.

"Should be safe to call her," Akane said. "With Dad gone, I mean."

"No! I'm fine!" Nabiki said, pushing herself out of her mother's arms and rising to her feet. "Just a little shaky. Just became a slave you know. Big night ahead, guess I got too excited." She took hold of Ranma's arm, and he winced a little as her fingernails dug in. "Let's go master, Your slave girl is eager to serve," Nabiki said in a machine-gun style of speech. Her eyes kept swinging from Kimiko to No-chan.

"Uh, ok, I guess," Ranma said.

A few minutes later Ranma and Nabiki had been shown to Ranma's room, or rather suite. There was a sitting room, an attached en-suite bathing room, and a large bedroom, with a very big bed. Nabiki's agitation was so great that the later fact didn't even register on her.

As soon as the door closed to the room, leaving them alone, she pointed at the door and said in a faint voice. "She's my mom. She's not some young tart dad married. She's my real actual mom, and she looks barely twenty."

Ranma blinked. Nabiki's mom? Alive!? "Whoa, heavy. How do you feel?"

"How do I feel? How about you? How do you feel?"

"Huh, me, why?"

"You know No-chan, the big titted slave girl you've been sneaking peeks at all night?"

The old Ranma would have denied, denied, denied. The new Ranma merely smirked, and asked. "Jealous."

"Hardly. I mean, how could I be jealous of your MOM!" She shouted the last word.

Even the new Ranma had to face-fault at that.

Ranma sat naked on a stool in the middle of his in-suite bathing room. A full blown erection jutting out from between his legs. Normally Ranma might have taken a certain macho pride in the fact that his cock was now nearly twice the size it had been back before Nabiki made her wish. Unfortunately, his appreciation for his new equipment was being spoiled because of the reason for it.

Namely, a curvy little red-headed sex slave, who also happened to be his mother, even if she did only look 18. Ranma tried to visualize his mother as he knew her, Dignified, mature, sexless, and match that with the girl who bare bottom he'd peeked at every time her too short skirt had shifted high enough to allow it. It wasn't working Libido kept winning out over rational thought.

With a groan of despair, Ranma reached for a bucket of cold water. He knew one method that was sure to get rid of his stupid erection. And maybe without it cluttering up his thinking he could make his stupid body realize that it wasn't right to think about doing things like that with his own mom!

Outside the bathing room, Nabiki paced, constantly glancing toward the door. Her body ached with the need to go in there, be with Ranma, to let him do whatever he wished with her. This stupid world was her weirdest fantasies come to life. She knew that she'd experience pleasure if she gave into the urge. Hell, she'd already had the best orgasm of her life back in the slave market.

Her pride made her fight the temptation. She was not a slave! Something she'd been repeating to herself frequently. Maybe by the laws of this place she was, but that did not matter. What mattered was what she thought, and god damn it, she was not a slave!

Nabiki's eyes suddenly widened and a wave of cold seemed to wash over her body leaving her shuddering in its wake. She didn't need to think about what caused it, somehow she knew. "Ranma!" she cried out, her voice expressing mortal fear for the boy she belonged to.

Ranma blinked as Nabiki rushed into the bathing room, Ranma's name on her lips, and a look of fear on her face. What the hell now? Ranma bounced to her feet and caught Nabiki by the shoulders, "What is it?"

Nabiki looked down at Ranma, and put out a hand to touch her, as if she couldn't believe she was really there. Then a mask seemed to form over her expression, the worry and fear disappearing. "Oh, it's just you," she said in a dismissive manner. "You really should give a girl some warning, Saotome," she drawled. Sitting herself down on a stool she took a shower nozzle off it's clip on the wall, and began to wet down her body.

Ranma stared at Nabiki in annoyance, first she runs in here like the world was coming to an end, and now she acts like nothing was wrong. And Ranma knew something was wrong. There was an empty space in her senses that had not been there before. Ever since they'd come to this place, she'd had a sense of Nabiki. Not overwhelming, just an awareness. It was a bit like the technique she used in a fight, where she was aware of her foe even when she could not see them. But stronger. Now it wasn't there. She tried to extend her senses and feel Nabiki the old way, but the girl lacked the battle aura Ranma needed to tag her in that manner. Well, nothing new there. She'd never been able to read Nabiki . . . except for the last few hours. Ranma stopped and mused. She hadn't really been aware of it, not having had to make any effort to do it, but she'd been one up on Nabiki ever since they'd gotten here. She'd known what the girl was feeling, and when she was lying about those feelings. She'd known Nabiki wanted her, or rather, him. Ranma gave a snort and started washing her own body with a thick bar of soap. It was just the curse. Of course Nabiki didn't want her while she was a girl. That was all there was to it.

Nabiki watched Ranma out of the corner of her eyes, appreciating the way the red-head's body moved. She might not be as endowed as No-chan, but she was one sexy little bitch. But even a floor show of this quality could not ease the empty feeling she was experiencing. It had to be something to do with Ranma's curse. The connection that they'd had since arriving here must only work between his male self and her.

Nabiki felt a sense of disappointment. She'd ruthlessly suppressed any indication of her bi-sexuality back home. Let the rumors swirl around Akane, she was not about to let something like that interfere with her future chances of advancement. She had made do without male companionship, she could bloody well do the same for female.

Only once had that determination wavered, the day Ranma had shown up on their doorstep, looking so cute and vulnerable that Nabiki had not been able to resist fondling her under the ridiculous excuse of showing her father that Ranma was not a boy.

She hadn't been aware of it, but she guessed that in some way she'd expected that in this new world she'd be able to share Ranma's girl side as well as his male. But from the detached way Ranma-chan was washing herself, that she didn't have much interest in Nabiki presently. Something that seriously ticked Nabiki off.

"You're going to have to be careful, Saotome," Nabiki said in a casual voice.

"Huh, why?" Ranma asked, looking over at her in suspicion.

"A body like that could get you into trouble," Nabiki said, running her eyes up and down Ranma's amble curves.

"This body always gets me into trouble," Ranma said in a dismissive tone, but she shifted a bit in her seat, transmitting an impression that she was worried that maybe Nabiki meant the trouble was going to be right now, and come from Nabiki. Ranma's face heated a bit as she told herself to stop thinking like that, they were both girls right now.

Nabiki felt touch of surprise, and pleasure, when Ranma blushed slightly. It looked like maybe Ranma-chan was not as oblivious to girls as she tried to pretend. But, she wasn't about to let the little red-head off the hook.

"yea, but you never had to be worried about being sold as a slave before," Nabiki drawled, and was pleased to see Ranma's eyes widen at that. The girl obviously had not thought of that. Good, let her feel a little of what Nabiki was facing.

"No way!" Ranma said, a worried expression on her face.

"Yes way," Nabiki said in amusement. "I wonder what happens to girl's who fight boys in this world, and lose," she mused. "Tell, me, could Ryouga beat you're girl side? I wonder if he lives in this world. No reason he wouldn't."

A sudden image of Ryouga the last time Ranma had seen him in a bath floated up in her mind, and caused strong reactions in her body. Her girl side had never reacted to the thought of any guy like that before Ranma thought with sudden worry.

Of course, what Ranma was not taking into consideration was that her guy side had not been very highly sexualized before either, being more prone to fondness and a longing for companionship than any real lust. Her girl side was what Ranma would have been if she'd been born a girl. As long as Ranma had little interest in girls, in that way, Ranma-chan had shared the same indifference toward boys. Like her male side attraction to girls, Ranma-chan's main attraction to boys had been for simple friendship, nothing more. That was all changed now, however. Ranma now had very strong and powerful urges in regard to girls, and as a result, Ranma-chan shared that new awareness of sex, only her's was biologically orientated toward boys. The only difference was that Ranma considered his attraction to girls normal and right, and had never had any interest in guys, while Ranma-chan rejected her desires as wrong and sick, and still retained an attraction to girls that was the result of her environment, if not her biology.

"I'm a guy!" Ranma-chan said with great heat, glaring at Nabiki. "Even when I look like this, I'm a guy inside!" Nabiki just smirked. And went back to soaping a long leg which she extended toward Ranma, giving her a good look at what lay at the top of that limber extension.

"If you say so," Nabiki said in a casual voice, enjoying being able to twist the knife once more. "But, that doesn't really matter does it? I mean, if someone like Ryouga were to beat you in a fight, you wouldn't have much say in the matter. I don't think he'd buy you were a guy, not once he had you strapped down like I was, and was ready to claim his cute new slave. You know what they say, a stiff prick has no conscience," Nabiki didn't bother looking up at Ranma, she could picture the expression on the red-head's face fine without doing so. Not only had she gotten under Ranma's skin with the comments about Ryouga, but she'd managed to get a good shot in at what Ranma had done to her. Ah, revenge was so sweet.

Nabiki was taken by surprise when the overhead shower was suddenly turned on and cold water washed over her. She looked up at Ranma who had stepped in close to her, a grim look on her face. Before she could move, Ranma had taken hold of Nabiki's head with her strong hands and was holding it firmly in place, just in front of Ranma's groin.

"Say, Ahhhhhh," Nabiki," Ranma suggested.

Nabiki's eyes just had time to open wide in realization when the hot water finally made its way up the pipe and out the shower head.

Nabiki had a unique perspective to Ranma's change. But in truth there was not much to see. No flesh shifting, shrinking, growing, or in any other way transforming. There was a blurring effect in front of her eyes as if for just a second Ranma had turned to mist, and then her mouth was suddenly full of Ranma's cock. But that was not the end of it. For Ranma was not just growing out, but up as well. Nabiki felt her head being tilted back as Ranma increased in height and suddenly she felt him pressing against the back of her throat and into it. Her nose pressed into his pubic hair and she knew that she had somehow swallowed the whole impossible length of him.

At the same time the slave bond once more activated, connected the two of them and a warm comforting feeling flowed over and through Nabiki's body and seemed to pool in her groin. She could feel her arousal growing with each throb of Ranma's cock.

With her head tilted back and firmly held in place, Nabiki was forced to look up into Ranma's face. At first his expression was slightly shocked, and she knew that in typical Ranma fashion he'd acted on impulse. Then, a change came over his expression as he gazed down at her. She could imagine what he was seeing, her on her knees with his cock buried in her mouth. Not an image likely to maintain his wariness of her. Nabiki swallowed nervously, her throat working around Ranma's stiff member, and it was if a veil lifted from Ranma's eyes, and Nabiki suddenly knew that Ranma was realizing, maybe for the first time, that she was truly his slave, his property, his fuck toy if he so desired.

Nabiki shuddered, and something inside her chest seemed to melt. Her wish had come from her fantasy life. How often had she imagined this very scenario? But it had been a fantasy, and she'd never even considered trying to make it true. The real Ranma, for all his macho posturing and magnificent body, was a wimp she could walk turn into a pile of mush with a few well chosen verbal threats. Making any sort of verbal comment at the moment, except for muffled moans was a bit beyond her, and from the look in his eyes she doubted it would have much effect.

This was not the Ranma she had manipulated and played with for the better part of a year that was staring down at her now. This was the master from her dreams made flesh! Nabiki's legs clenched, squeezing together as an orgasm started to form in her belly.

She felt Ranma's hands tighten their grip on her head, and her cunt convulsed as Ranma's thick meat pulsed against her tongue, swelling slightly. With a muffled gasp, he pulled backward, and she felt him slide out of her throat, and her mouth was suddenly filled with his sperm as he blasted jet after jet into her already filled oral cavity. She could feel the thick cream oozing out the sides of her mouth as he pumped back and forth, fucking her face with hard short strokes, emptying his balls into her.

His taste filled her mind as his pleasure rocked through her body. He was slick and wet in her mouth, and she could not help herself. Her tongue ran over his flesh, licking his spending from his softening shaft and swallowing it, her throat working convulsively as she tried to fill her belly with his juice.

And all the time their eyes were locked together, master and slave, each knowing the other for what they were. "Suck it!" Ranma ordered, and Nabiki did. Working his softening flesh till it hardened again and filled her mouth to the limit of her jaw's ability to open.

Ranma pulled backward, dragging himself free of her mouth, leaving a streamer of spit and sperm connecting them till it broke and trailed down over her chin, and dripped on one of her breasts. Ranma took a huge gasp at air. His eyes never left Nabiki's and she shivered at the feral quality in them. There would be no reasoning with him, and at this moment, that was the last thing she wanted to do.

Ranma's hands slid down the side of her head and under her arms and without even a grunt he pulled her to her feet and pressed her back against the wall. Unmindful of the recent contents of her mouth he lowered his head and captured her mouth with his, kissing her hard and violently. She gasped into his mouth as his hands slid down her back and cupped her ass, his fingers hooking into her anal cleavage and pulling her tightly against him, pressing her soft belly against his hardness. He ground himself against her until with a gasp he pulled back his mouth and picked her up off the floor.

Ranma held her against the wall with his body as his grip shifted slightly downward, hooking under her upper thighs and pulling her legs up on either side of him. She felt him grinding against her cunt, her wetness mixing with her spit and his sperm until he drew back his hips and let the large blunt head find her opening.

Nabiki let out a scream of mixed pain and pleasure as he surged up into her. It was too sudden, too much, but the pain faded quickly, and left only the pleasure and her head sagged forward, her chin resting on his shoulder as she gasped for breath and from the feel of him filling her completely.

Then he started to move, and her mind went away. Ranma fucked her with smooth long strokes, each insertion jarring her entire body and jolting air from her in indelicate grunts. And each withdrawal leaving her feeling empty and longing to be filled again. Her arms reached around him. Her fingers clawed at his muscular back, and her teeth sought out his neck and she marked him as her's. And still that piston of meat went on and on.

She orgasmed, and then again, and again. And when Ranma let out a strangled gasp and pressed himself into her as hard as he could, and held it, pulsing in her as he had pulsed in her mouth, she exploded with a pleasure she'd first felt that time he'd claimed her as his slave. But this time it was not a surprise out of the blue. She was ready and willing and knew what was going on. Her Master was taking her, because he could.

Ranma stood panting, holding Nabiki against the wall as his cock slowly shriveled inside her. Her cunt clutching at it as if reluctant to let it go. She felt him shiver when at last he withdrew and she felt wetness run down her legs as their mutual spending spilled from her body. He lowered her feet to the ground and once again kissed her, this time not so fiercely, but with the same sense of taking possession, and she leaned into it and ran her fingers up and down his welted back.

Then Ranma washed his slave, and himself. Rinsing them with warm water taken from the furo and soaping up both their bodies, using his own muscular chest to wash her breasts as he came back to her mouth time after time, kissing her as he ran his hands over her body, as if inspecting every inch.

Nabiki shuddered in anticipation as he turned her to face the wall and ran his hands between her legs, his finger seeking out her anal entry, and pushing a soapy digit into it. She clenched around him, and could feel his excitement through the slave bond, and knew that he was going to take her last virginity, and while the though sent shivers of fear through her, she made no protest and gave no thought of trying to talk him out of it.

His finger worked in her bottom, loosening her, getting her ready, and when he stood up behind her she let him pull her back from the wall and then leaned over, bracing her forearms against it. It was on her lips to beg him t be gentle, but the words died. He would be her master, and he would take her as he wished, and the though sent shudders of pleasure through her.

But it was not her ass he pressed his newly hard cock against, but her cunt, and she shuddered out an orgasm as he once again sheathed himself in her hot wet depths. In and out he pumped, her breasts swaying with the motion as he took a firm hold on her hips and took possession of her body. She looked over her shoulder and saw him staring down at where they were joined, and she flushed at what she knew he was seeing, himself sliding into her cunt, filling her, claiming her. She orgasmed again, and pressed her forehead against her folded forearms.

She was still shuddering from her release when Ranma pulled out and shifted his aim. Nabiki's head came up and her eyes bulged as Ranma pressed into her body. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Oh god!" She cried out as she was breached.

She bent forward panting, unable to believe the feeling, thanking all the gods that he'd stopped moving after popping the head inside her super stretched bottom. And then he started moving again and she let out a low keening moan as Ranma sank slowly into her bottom, pausing every now and then to let her adjust, but never fully stopping the advance, not till his belly sat cushioned against her ass, and he was fully inserted.

Nabiki felt Ranma's hands leave her hips and move up her sides, to reach around and cup her dangling breasts, holding her tightly against his upper body as he eased her back into an upright position. He straightened his bent knees slightly, and she found herself dangling, her toes barely touching the ground as almost all her weight was suddenly supported on Ranma's cock. A groan escaped her, and then another as a hand left her breast and slipped down between her legs, rubbing her there as her fullness filled her awareness.

Ranma bounced slightly, jarring her on his cock, making her free breast bounce up and down. Her head sway back and forth. Carrying her, he moved over to the edge of the furo and gently eased her down till she was bent over the lip of the tub, and then he started to fuck her with swift withdrawals from her bottom, and long slow insertions. And still his fingers flickered between her legs, drawing pleasure from her body.

How long it lasted Nabiki could never say, just that it seemed to last both forever, and be over too soon. She was only dimly aware of Ranma clenching, and then spilling into her, and then her own orgasm at last took away all sight and sound and feeling as she slipped into the blackness of La Petite Mort.

Nabiki was not a morning person. Being awake at five in the morning was not something she favored, encouraged, or tolerated, under normal circumstances. But then, these circumstances were far from normal, she thought as she snuggled back into the warmth of Ranma's body, his breath gusting gently on the back of her neck, and his cock, semi-erect, nestling into the crack of her ass. A large callused hand slipped over her back and lightly fondled one of her breasts, making her go still, lest she woke Ranma all the way up. While she wasn't adverse to some more of what had happened the night before, she needed to think.

Nabiki's mind was only now starting to come to grips with her current situation. She was a sex slave. More specifically, she was Ranma's sex slave. Any doubt she might have had about that had been wiped out the night before as Ranma had used her body as he would, and she'd enjoyed it. It was the later, and not the former that truly made her his slave she knew.

If Nabiki had possessed any idea of how good sex felt, she'd never have reached eighteen a virgin. Even the anal sex had blown her mind. She's always thought it was only something perverted men got off on, she'd never realized that it could give girls incredible orgasm's as well. The oral sex had been almost as much fun. For a little while she savored a grudge against all the adults who'd conspired to keep this fact away from her. But only for a little while, she had more important things to think about. Namely, how were she and Ranma going to get back to where they belonged? She didn't consider leaving Ranma behind, not for a second, not after last night. She was never going to let him loose.

Nabiki's brow crinkled slightly as she considered her feelings for Ranma. Lust, lots of that, and an admiration for his body and what he could do with it. Admiration for his brain? Nabiki gave a snort. Not likely. He was still clueless. Any inclination on her part to fall down and worship at his feet? Again, not likely.

Nabiki frowned. Those didn't seem to be sex-slave type thoughts. It seemed that the wish hadn't really changed her at all, just put her in a situation where the natural course of events would grant her wish. She was still free to feel amused condescension toward Ranma. That was good, one of them needed to be able to use their brains if they were ever going to be able to get home.

She'd better keep quiet about that little fact, however. Didn't want the locals to think she was not part of their little Stepford wives setup. Who knew how they'd react if they found out that she had free will, and was not about to let any man tell her how to run her life.

"Mistress, it's come!" No-chan said, as she padded bare-assed, and bare everything else, into Kimiko's bedroom. Her voice contained a strong note of excitement. In her hands was a plain brown package, held as if it contained treasure, which in a way, it did.

Kimiko blinked muzzy eyes and stared at the blurry image of No-chan, and then over at the clock. "No-chan!" she growled, "What have I told you about waking me up at indecent hours?"

"Not to," No-chan answered in a meek voice. "Do you wish to switch me now, or would you like to read them first?"

Kimiko seemed to consider the question. "Read first, switch later,"she finally answered, holding out her hands for the package. In truth her interest was as intense as No-chan, she was eager to see what Nabiki had fallen into. She gave thanks that she was considered stable enough to be trusted with the records, despite not being owned by, or married to, a government official. Her exemplary record of managing Soun's accounts had earned her that much, even if she wouldn't be able to touch the funds herself. That would be Nabiki's job once she was certified, or if Ranma's sold Nabiki before then, the job of the next qualified slave he owned. Kimiko frowned at the thought of Ranma selling Nabiki. She was young, she really needed a good stable, long term, relationship till she was old enough to deal with the sometimes harsh realities of being a slave.

Some minutes later she had two black leather jacketed folders laid out on the bed. Each one was open to a partially filled page laid out somewhat like an accounts document. "My, oh my, your ex has been a busy boy," Kimiko murmured to No-chan. Fourteen confirmed pregnancies, two of them males, not counting Ranma of course. His next long term slave is going to have a truly marvelous portfolio to play with. Two-hundred million yen is a very nice figure." Kimiko gave a chuckle. "Can you just imagine the expression on his face if he discovered how large his trust fund is?"

No-chan shuddered. "I don't need to. I'd be far more worried about what he'd do with it."

"Something foolish no doubt. There never has been a man who was able to manage their money. Look at how fast Soun blows through his allowance. They don't know how lucky they are that we set up the trust funds for the poor dears all those decades ago. What with their government subsidies, and baby bonuses, a fertile man never need worry about money. Or at least he doesn't if he has a slave or wife who is allowed to manage it. Just look at this, the regulatory body has all of Genma's money tied up in low-interest funds. If the fool hadn't sold you, he'd be worth a billion by now I bet."

No-chan didn't care about any of that. She was bouncing on her feet, which did wonderful things to her full breasts. "What about Ranma," she asked eagerly.

Kimiko gave her an indulgent look and turned to Ranma's stud book. "Well, let's see. We have the four million yen a year trust payment. Since he's been Genma's responsibility, and Genma didn't know about it, and couldn't have touched it if he had, that makes sixty four million, and . . ." she trailed off as she ran a finger down the page.

No-chan had her hands clasped under her chin as Kimiko dragged out the suspense.

"Ah, here we are," her eyebrows raised. "Not bad at all," four confirmed, two boys. That raises his trust fund to a one hundred fourteen million," not bad at all for someone his age. He has a great future ahead of him." Kimiko closed her eyes and purred, "Nabiki-chan is so lucky."

"My son is so manly," No-chan cooed at the same time.

Kimiko's expression turned into a frown. "Of course we're going to have to make sure he doesn't pull off a stupid stunt like his father did, and sells her for some quick cash for some stupid idea, like that training trip of Genma's. It will be at least six months before Nabiki can be tested for acceptance into the great program. You know how newly-slaves are, eager to do their master's bidding. They are the single greatest threat the program faces. If the men ever found out that we've been managing them for the last two hundred years, their male egos would be sure to make them do something foolish."

No-chan nodded. "We must make sure Ranma is not as foolish as Genma. I don't want Nabiki going through what I did."

Kimiko blinked, and realized that No-chan was still back at the part of the conversation about Ranma leaving Nabiki. Well, she was entitled. After what the way Genma had behaved, she had a right to be hung up on the topic, not after all the years she's missed out on raising Ranma. Unlike with girls, who could not be separated from their mothers, boys belonged to their fathers, and could be taken away at a whim. Kimiko grew thoughtful. Maybe there was way she could give No-chan some quality time with Ranma. It was too late for her to be a mother to him, but maybe she could be a slave? It was unconventional, but not unheard of. She'd think about it.

Kimiko didn't give any thought to the fact that it would require Soun to authorize the transfer of ownership. She had him well trained.

Unlike Nabiki, Ranma was a morning person. Ten years of getting up every morning before dawn to train can do that to a person. Of course. that meant that he tended to fall asleep any other time the opportunity offered. But sleep was the last thing on his mind when he woke up and felt Nabiki's sleek warm body pressing back against him. It sure as hell beat waking up next to his pop, in either of his forms, Ranma mused as he gently fondled one of Nabiki's breasts.

"mmmmm, don't you ever get enough, Saotome," Nabiki's muzzy voice murmured sarcastically. Despite her words, her ass pushed backward, grinding into his crotch, and causing his already mostly erect cock to stiffen the rest of the way.

"Never," Ranma replied. "No such thing as enough of you," he added as he kissed the back of her neck. His hand left the comfortable warmth of her breast and slid down her soft belly till he could tickle her between the legs.

Nabiki felt a little thrill at Ranma's words, and a bigger one when his fingers slipped between her lower lips and gently probed her moistening sex. "My, you certainly know your way around down there, Saotome," she said, punctuating her words with a little gasp. "Been practicing on yourself, have we?"

Ranma's fingers stilled for a moment, and then resumed their motion, causing Nabiki to push back even harder against Ranma and her breath to quicken. After a few minutes, Ranma said, "You know, I never did."

"Huh-uh?" Nabiki questioned, grunted as one of Ranma's fingers hooked upward and pressed inside her.

"Played with myself as a girl."

"Uh, you don't, uh, no, uh uh, no what, oh kami, missssssiinnnnnnggggg," Nabiki cried out as she clenched around Ranma's finger."

Ranma smiled behind her head, enjoying this new talent of his to make the haughty ice-queen melt into a puddle. But in the back of his mind he couldn't help but wonder how he could do it. He'd told Nabiki the truth. He'd never touched his girl side like this. He frowned, actually, except for a very few times, and more by accident when he was young, he'd never touched his guy side either. He had to wonder why not. The last few hours had shown him a whole new world he'd never known existed. He cursed his pop silently for never telling him how good sex could be.

An ideas suddenly occurred to Ranma, maybe this was why Shampoo and Ukyou, not to mention Kodachi were always chasing him. Maybe they knew how good it felt. A surge of jealousy rose up in his mind as he wondered who they'd found out with.

"Huh! Oh! Not so hard, Saotome," Nabiki gasped/

Ranma flushed as he realized he'd been pumping his hand between Nabiki's legs with a fair bit of force as he'd been fuming. It was on the tip of his tongue to apologize, when some instinct told him that Nabiki's words were not exactly matching her body language. Instead of an, I'm sorry, he said, "Naughty slave, telling your master what to do," as he pulled Nabiki back against him, he rolled to the side, placing himself over top of Nabiki, and used his hand to pull her up into a kneeling position.

The tip of Ranma's cock was just nestling between her lower lips when a voice said, "Breakfast time," from about two feet away.

"Yaaahhhhhhhh!" Ranma cried out, whipping his head around to see Akane standing there with a smirk on her face. The motion also drove him a few inches up inside Nabiki's sex, a situation he quickly rectified by yanking himself backward and covering himself up with a towel. His heart thumping, and sure that sudden pain was only seconds away.

Nabiki herself scrambled to cover herself as well and glared at her younger sister. "Do you mind!" she said in as frosty a voice as she could manage.

Akane didn't even look at her. Her eyes were roaming over Ranma's muscular body in appreciation. Her tongue emerged slightly to wet suddenly dry lips and it was with some effort that she pulled her gaze away. "Anyway, like I said, breakfast is ready," she said as she turned away.

Ranma swallowed as she walked away, his eyes drawn as if by magnets to Akane's flexing ass, clad just as on the day before in skin tight shorts, with no evidence of panties underneath.

Nabiki scowled as she followed Ranma's gaze, and as soon as Akane let the door close behind her, she got out of the bed and headed toward the bathroom, intending to wash up and get dressed.

"Hey, where are you going?" Ranma protested, letting his covering sheet drop and revealing his still very erect penis.

"It's too crowded in here with you, your ego, and your imagination. I thought I'd give all some room," Nabiki said as she walked into the bathroom. She slammed the bathroom door behind her.

Ranma stared at the door, realizing that there were still some things about girls he didn't understand.

But then, at times he was Akane's detached demeanor lasted no longer than it took for her to step outside the door to Ranma's room. As soon as she had, she let out a deep breath and leaned up against a wall, squeezing her thighs together as she did.

She'd been hoping for a peek at her sister's master when she'd walked in on them, she hadn't expected to catch them in the act. She closed her eyes and remembered the sight of Ranma's manhood posed to penetrate her sister. God he was well hung, she thought as one hand reached up to cup one of her breasts even as the other slipped down to press against her cloth covered clit. She pinched her nipple hard, letting out a gasp as she did so. The sudden pain served to jolt her out of her revere, and she hastily removed her hands from their occupation. The last thing she needed was for Ranma to come out of his room and see her fondling herself like some love-struck girl trying to impress a potential master.

"He's a buyer," she told herself firmly, trying for the usual contempt she felt about that sort of boy, with not a lot of success. But your dad asked him to buy Nabiki, and he is a martial artist, another part of her argued. Maybe he'd be willing to fight you. Maybe he could even beat you . . the thought almost made her return her hand to her sex.

Ever since learning about Amazon culture in class years before, Akane had been fascinate by their custom of becoming the slave of any man who could defeat them in battle. Of course, Akane had not really paid a lot of attention to the teacher after her mind had latched onto that little tidbit, and as a result she'd pretty much ignored the fact that the law was a punishment dealt out to the losing Amazon, not a reward for her, or for her conqueror. Or that fact that the barbaric Amazon's kept their own males locked away in breeding houses, and treated them as community property, instead of as the masters they were. Why, there were even rumors that they raided other areas and kidnaped men.

No, her mind had been full of the image of some skilled, and incredibly handsome, martial artist defeating her in single combat and claiming her as his personal love-toy. The end result being a common fantasy for most of her friends, if not the means of arriving at it. They mostly dreamed of a boy, or man, paying outrageous sums at an auction for them.

Akane had thought her friends naive, with the proportion of boys to girls, the chances of someone buying an untrained school girl, was almost nil. Her plan was much more likely. Present the men with a challenge, give them something they had to earn, that would make her far more attractive to prospective masters and would have the side effect of weeding out the weaklings. Or at least that had been the theory. Sadly, she'd been wrong. The plan had gone horribly bad, making every morning walk to school an exercise in frustration.

As Akane recalled this little fact, she started to wonder if maybe she should try to convince Ranma to challenge her. A frown appeared on her face, except he had Nabiki, and he likely was not going to be looking for another slave any time soon. While it was not uncommon for many men to have four or five slaves, they usually took years to reach that number. Very rarely did they acquire them in rapid order, and those that did were more interested in the status they earned from owning so many slaves, rather than in enjoying them. Or so Akane had gathered from listening to her mother and No-chan discuss the matter. Akane had no desire to be a show piece for some weaklings ego.

Her friends at school, she had decided were all talk, and no action. While a girl could be sold as a slave after her sixteenth birthday, it was very rare for them to be sold before they were twenty or thirty. There were simply to many free and attractive women out there to compete with. Why would a man want to buy a young girl, when there were so many skilled and working women who would be able to contribute so much more than their bodies. A fact that her mom had hammered home every time she or her sister's had brought home a bad report card.

Nabiki's case had been a rare one, and Akane knew how her sister had to manipulate that fool Kuno to pull it off. She gave a shudder. She knew that Kuno would jump at the chance to own her, but the thought disgusted her, she wanted a real man, not someone like him. It was frustrating as hell that Nabiki had lucked out and gotten a master who might actually be worthy of the title.

Kasumi, once she got her medical degree, would likely be snapped up, Akane thought glumly. Leaving her the lone sister without a master. She shuddered at the idea of still being single on her two hundredth birthday. Or even worse, being forced to take charity from one of her sisters or friends, and being brought in as a fifth or sixth slave/wife.

Akane's face firmed. She was going to have to take desperate measures.

Akane! I told you to see if they wanted breakfast, not to barge in on them!" Kimiko said in an annoyed voice.

"I knocked, they didn't hear," Akane said in an innocent voice, not seeing any reason to mention that a bat could not have heard her 'knock'.

Across the table from Akane both Nabiki and Ranma were red-faced.

"My son is so manly," No-chan said in a dreamy voice as she served breakfast to the others.

Ranma flinched, and did everything he could to not look as No-chan bent over to place his breakfast in front of him. Despite his efforts, he could not help but notice, accidentally, out of the corner of his eye, that he could look right down the top of her tunic and see her breasts hanging free. Like ripe fruit, just waiting to be plucked. He shifted uneasily as his cock strained the fabric of his pants, and once again he sent up thanks to his counterpart for owning pants with a heavy leather cup.

Nabiki, for her part, almost did a spit take as she noticed first No-chan's posture, and Ranma's reaction. She fumed. It wasn't unusual for a girl to have to compete with a mother for her son's affection, but this was ridiculous.

"Tell me, Ranma, were you thinking about buying another slave?" Kimiko asked casually. No-chan, Akane, and Nabiki all reacted to this comment, in different ways. No-chan contrived to bend over even more, while Akane sat up straighter, while Nabiki stared in shock at her 'mother'. Ranma for his part, just sat staring, his mouth open to take in a mouthful of food.

"I know Soun took you by surprise and you purchased Nabiki as a favor to him," Kimiko continued. "But, I was wondering if maybe you had someone else in mind. You are at that age where most young men are thinking seriously about purchasing their first slave. I was just wondering if you had some special girl in mind?"

Ranma hastily ate the bit of food he'd been about to put in his mouth and swallowed quickly. Having gained a few seconds, he said. "No, of course not. I don't need another slave, Nabiki's fine."

Ranma didn't see the look of disappointment that crossed both No-chan and Akane's face, but Nabiki did, and she preened a bit. Heh, take that, Akane, she thought as she smirked at her younger sister. Her smirk vanished at her mother's next words.

"That's very nice, Ranma. You're a good master. But, maybe you should think about purchasing a more mature slave. Nabiki is still in school, and it will be some time till she can contribute to your household in any meaningful way. You really should think about buying yourself a slave who has skills that would be valuable to you."

Ranma sweat-dropped, a vision of some wrinkled old-granny popping into his head. "Ah, yea, but, I, well, I think for now I just need to get used to owning Nabiki," he stammered out.

"Time to go to school!" Akane announced in a firm voice, jumping to her feet.

Kimiko blinked, and looked like she was about to continue her discussion, but Nabiki spoke before she could. "Akane's right. Got to go and learn some valuable skills so my Master does not trade me in for a different model."

"Huh? Oh, yea. School. Time to go." Ranma blurted out as both sisters took hold of his arms and dragged him out of the house.

Ranma was experiencing a weird form of Dejavue. It was just like his first day at the Tendo's all over again. Except Nabiki was the annoyed girl walking to school with him, and Akane was walking along the top of the fence in front of him. And of course there was Kasumi who had accompanied them part way, to Tofu's clinic. Her clinic, Ranma reminded himself, still in a bit of a shock over the fact that Tofu was a good looking girl, who didn't look old enough to be out of school, let alone a doctor. His mind went back a few minutes to the conversation he'd had with Kasumi.

"Oh my, yes, I'm interning with Dr. Tofu," Kasumi had said.

"Uh, doesn't that, er, distract Tofu," Ranma said hesitantly.

Kasumi had looked blank for a second, and then understanding had showed up in her expression. "Oh, Nabiki must have told you about Dr. Tofu's problem. I'm just careful not to mention father's name, and now that Father does not call every day to see how I am Dr. Tofu does much better."

Ranma gave a little shudder at the thought of Tofu and Soun together. He kept imagining it happening with his Tofu.

Fortunately, there was a distraction to drive that image out of his mind.

Akane was walking in front of him on the fence, her arms outstretched for balance. The effect of her walking toe to heel along the fence was doing real interesting things to her ass. It certainly drove all other images from his mind, but in the end it was so distracting that he was forced abandoned his own fence walking, not even caring too much that Akane had taken it as an admission of her superiority. Which was a bit galling as she hadn't even tried it herself till he'd jumped up, and when she had, she'd been more than a bit wobbly. A minute after he left the fence, she joined them on the ground.

"I can't believe, Mom," Akane groused. "Trying to set you up with some old lady like that."

"But, Akane, don't you think Ranma needs an experienced woman," Nabiki said sarcastically, shooting a dirty look at Ranma. She'd have had to be blind to have failed to notice the way Ranma had been watching Akane's ass, and she was damn sure her sister was doing it on purpose.

Akane scowled. "She'd just try to run his life. Ranma should have slaves his own age. We, they, could all grow up together, be partners."

"Volunteering, sister dear?" Nabiki asked.

Akane was a bit flustered for a second, looking at Ranma out of the corner of her eye to see now he was taking this suggestion. When he didn't seem as interested as she'd hoped, she got a bit annoyed, and said. "You know how I feel, Nabiki. I'll only accept a master who can beat me in honest battle." While Akane addressed her remark to Nabiki, it was Ranma she was looking at when she said it. "Ranma probably couldn't do it," she said in a challenging tone.

Ranma swallowed nervously. "Yea, you're probably right," he said.

Nabiki face-faulted. "What?" she said, getting back to her feet. "You think Akane can beat you!?"

Ranma's expression showed his internal conflict, but with a great deal of effort he gritted out. "You saw her walking on the fence. I couldn't keep up. She's likely a great martial artist." He looked like he'd hurt something as he got that last little bit out. Looking straight at Nabiki, he rolled his eyes and made faces.

Nabiki wasn't stupid, she knew that Ranma was trying to avoid any situation where he might end up with Akane as his slave. But in her jealous mind she translated that as him wanting Akane romantically, and not as property, unlike herself. So she ignored his grimaces, and said. "Oh no, I'm sure you could beat her, Ranma." She looked over at Akane and put on an awed expression. "He's really strong and manly."

"Nabiki!" Ranma growled.

"If you're afraid, don't worry about it," Akane said in a dismissive tone. "I'm not interested in some guy who's afraid of being beaten by a girl in public." Inside she felt great disappointment. He was a wimp after all, despite the size of his . . ."

"I am not afraid of being beaten by a girl!" Ranma retorted., interrupting Akane's thought.

"Then's what's your problem? You lose, all you forfeit is a little pride. If you win, you get a free slave girl. Or maybe I'm not worth even the chance of you getting your ego hurt!?" Akane growled, pulling Ranma away from Nabiki and twisting him around to face her.

"She is small, but fierce," a familiar voice said.

"Kuno!" Akane and Ranma moaned together. While Nabiki profit sense twinge.

"Well met, friend Saotome. It is with great pleasure I witness you in the company of your new purchase. Sad was I that I could not stay to congratulate you at the auction, but I felt I must retrace my steps and attempt to discover my lost purse. Though it be only money, yet I knew it would distress my poor mother, who worries overmuch about such trifles."

Ranma blinked, and turned to Nabiki, who gazed back with an expression as blank as his own. He turned back to the tall boy and asked. "Kuno?"

"Indeed. Ah, I see, your activities have quite driven our earlier meeting from your mind. No matter, we now may rejoin in mutual companionship, but first, if you would allow me." Kuno turned away from Ranma to face a scowling Akane.

Ranma looked at Nabiki again. "Kuno?" he asked again. She just shrugged and rolled her eyes, as if to say, what can you expect in this crazy world.

By this point Kuno had gone to one knee and was holding a single red-rose out to Akane, moisture on the bloom glistening in the morning sun. "A flower for a fair flower, though your beauty shadows it, still I wish you would accept it as a token of my regard. And I ask again if you would grace my house and bed with your presence."

"I've told you again and again, Kuno. I am not interested in any man who can't, or wont, face me on the battle field." She snatched the rose from Kuno, and crushed it in her hand, drawing a drop of blood as one lone thorn pierced her skin.

Kuno was not dismayed. "Such fire, but I know well what will sooth the savage beast in your breast." Kuno held out a hand, and a small female Ninja popped up out of nowhere, and handed him a violin and bow." Akane's eyes widened in horror.

Ranma looked at Nabiki. "Sasuke?" he asked. Nabiki just shrugged again.

When he looked back, Kuno was laid out on the ground, and 'Sasuke?" had snatched the flying violin from out of the air. She bowed to Akane. "Thank you for directing your blow so carefully, mistress Akane. It would have been a shame if it had been damaged.

Akane smiled at the small Ninja, "No problem. It's not the violin's fault that Kuno can kill cats at twenty paces with it."

The smile dropped from Akane's voice when a female voice called out. "Now that the floor show is over, perhaps we may proceed to the main event?"

"Oh no!" Akane groaned. She'd hoped to escape Ranma before this happened.

All during kindergarten and primary school, and most of the way through junior high, Akane had enjoyed playing Master and Slaves with her friends. And she'd always been the Master. At first the games had been innocent, more about playing house than anything else, but by the time they entered junior high, the games had become a bit more serious, so much so that Akane had ended up having to spend several months attending a therapy group focused on determining if she suffered from gender confusion. There had even been suggestions made that maybe she'd feel more natural living as a boy.

The embarrassment of the whole thing had caused Akane to swear off ever playing those games again, and might have contributed to her current overwhelming desire for a master, even if she still insisted on getting one her way.

The problem was, not all her old friends were willing to stop playing, and one in particular had been furious at Akane for spoiling their relationship. So much so that she had declared that if Akane would not be the master, than she would be."

It have come to nothing, except that the same nut-job 'male' doctor who had suggested Gender Reassignment therapy to Akane, had let himself be conned into allowing Akane's friend to register, and live as, a boy.

And much to Akane's humiliation, her old friend was the only one who ever took her up on her challenge.

Akane gave a long sigh, "I don't want to do this anymore, . . ."

"Kodachi!" Ranma exclaimed in shock. Taking in the person who had challenged Akane. Kodachi was standing just outside the gates to the school, dressed in a form fitting version of the school uniform that some of the guys were wearing. But where their uniforms were loose and a bit baggy, Kodachi's blue pants hugged her legs and lower torso as tightly as Akane's bike shorts hugged her. Tucked into the pants was a white shirt of thin fine fabric that conformed perfectly to Kodachi's shapely upper half, and making it clear that like every other girl Ranma had checked out in this world, she did not wear a bra.

Attractive as Kodachi looked, it wasn't her body that captured Ranma's gaze, but rather the twenty foot bull whip she was shaking out of it's coil and dangling it along the ground. Ranma's face went a bit pale. He knew how deadly Kodachi was with a thin silk ribbon, what she could do with something as lethal as a bull whip didn't bear thinking of.

As a result, as soon as Ranma saw Kodachi's arm tense he went into motion, aiming at putting himself between Akane and the crazy girl with the whip.

Two things stopped him. The first was that he suddenly felt like he was running in mud as his body rejected the speed his brain was insisting it should travel. The second was that even before he started to move, Akane was dashing forward, straight at Kodachi.

Kodachi's eyes opened in surprise. A bull whip was a dangerous weapon, but it needed distance to be fully effective, and before Kodachi could even begin to react Akane was well within that arc of danger.

Kodachi lashed out anyway, but the Akane simply shifted to the side without slowing her forward momentum. She barreled into Kodachi, not even trying for anything fancy, just using her solid body to force Kodachi backward so that when she slipped a foot behind the girl's leg, she went down.

Akane reached out grabbed the whip near Kodachi's hand, giving a jerk that caused Kodachi to turn slightly as she fell, so she thumped down belly first. Akane rod her down, driving a knee into the small of her back so that when she hit the ground the air was forced from her lungs leaving her shocked and frozen for just a second, more than enough time for Akane to pull her arm behind her back, wrap a loop of whip around it, and then repeat with her other arm, and both legs, leaving Kodachi rocking back and forth on her belly, shouting out promises of retribution and that Akane would be her slave one day.

"Really," Akane said, stepping backward, and wiping the sweat from her brow. "You think she'd learn by now and give up this crazy idea."

"Uh, yea," Ranma said, staring from the bound and cursing Kodachi, to the nonchalant Akane.

"What's the matter, Saotome," Nabiki whispered beside him. "Cat got your tongue."

"Hurry up, Nabiki. We'll be late," Akane said before Ranma could reply. She had walked around Kodachi and was entering the school gate. Nabiki shrugged, and started to follow her sister.

Ranma following after Nabiki, not really aware of the outside world at the moment. All he could think of was how badly he'd fumbled it, and how smooth Akane had handled it. It wasn't that she'd displayed overwhelming skill, but she'd used what she did have very efficiently. Not at all like the bull in the china shop she usually was. She hadn't even been angry, just a little annoyed. This wasn't his Akane, that was for sure.

"Sorry, young master, no boys allowed," a sultry voice broke into his thoughts. A large muscular girl, over six feet tall, and with a bo staff in her hands stepped in front of him, barring his way.

"Huh? What? Then where to I go?"

"Gate to the boy's school is just around the corner," the guard answered, pointing with her bo staff.

"Have fun, Saotome," Nabiki said with smirk, walking past the guard. Despite her words and tone Nabiki was nowhere near as assured as she seemed. She suddenly felt incredible vulnerable without Ranma next to her. She had, as incredibly as it seemed, grown accustomed to her very revealing slave girl outfit, but she now once again very aware of how little it covered, and how easily she could reveal things in public that she very much did not want to.

"Nabiki! I don't believe it! You did it! Oh man, you are so lucky! He was such a stud!" Nabiki flinched backward as a girl a little bit shorter than her, suddenly jumped in front of her and started chattering away at full speed.

Her discomfort only lasted a moment, till she identified the girl as Yuki, one of her friends, and 'associates'. It seemed this world had that much in common with her own, and taking a chance, she asked. "How much did we take in?"

"We did great. Fifty-five thousand yen. No one believed you'd actually get a master, everyone bet that you wouldn't even get the reserve, and would end up in detention for a few months instead of being sold."

"Not everyone," a perky voice broke into Yuki's stream of words. A girl with long blue hair, tied back with a huge red-ribbon, stepped forward. "I always knew she had what it took. Which is why I wagered on you, Nabiki. Got my money, Yuki?"

"Right here, Miko," Yuki said, taking out a wad of cash, and peeling off several bills.

"Oh, yea, now that will come in handy," Miko said, tucking the bills down her cleavage, which was very generous. She suddenly stiffened, and her gaze took on a frosty look. "Mano," she said, nodding toward a tall girl who's brown hair was tightly braided and shaped into loops against the back of her head.

"Mido," the girl answered Miko, her voice as frosty as the blue-haired girl's.

"Still a virgin, Mano?" Miko asked.

"Still giving it away for free, Mido?" The tall girl asked in turn.

Neither girl answered, and both departed in opposite directions.

"Brrrrrr," Yuki said. "I don't know what you were thinking when you started up that pool on when those two would get it on. I think a better one would have been when they kill each other."

"Huh? Oh, well, that's why I'm the boss," Nabiki said, covering for her ignorance.

A short while later, Nabiki walked into her classroom, a bit amazed at how normal it looked. Except for the absence of boys, it could have been her class back home. Well, except for the fact that she kept getting cold drafts across her bare bottom, and other parts thereabouts. But she was feeling a lot less self-conscious. All the girls who had talked to her on the way to class, and there had been a lot, had seemed envious of her status. Some had even asked her advice on the best way to land a master of their own. Nabiki made a mental note to work up a booklet, as soon as she figured out what she'd done.

"Ah, Nabiki-chan, welcome back," a familiar voice said.

"Nabiki turned to see another familiar face from back home. "Thank you, Miss Hinako," she replied, taking in the voluptuous body of the disciplinarian. Nabiki had no idea if this Hinako was a chi-vampire, but the riding crop she was lightly tapping against her leather mini-skirt indicated she very likely held the same job, that and the rather predatory way she was looking at Nabiki.

Hinako's expression softened slightly, and she said. "I've discussed it with your teacher, and if you like, you may spend the day in the library, catching up on what you've missed, away from 'distractions'."

"uh, thank you," Nabiki said, while inside she was jumping for joy. Finally a chance to find out something about this world.

Before Nabiki could leave, however, Hinako stopped her with one final question. Her expression now closer to something Nabiki might have expected on her junior body, Hinako asked. "How is that fine father of your's these days. Does he have any plans to expand his household?"

Nabiki blinked in surprise. First the that Yumi woman, than the female Tofu, now Hinako, was every woman in this world eager to jump her dad's bones. She didn't remember anything in her wish about that. Trying to keep her thoughts off her face, she simply said. "Not that I know, Hinako-sensei. But I'll be sure to let you know if I find out."

Nabiki only barely stopped herself from adding, 'for a price'. She was pretty sure she didn't want to find out how this Hinako performed her disciplinarian duties.

"That is very nice of you, Nabiki," Hinako said in a very glad voice, and then added. "I'll hold you to that," In a tone of voice that did not make Nabiki glad at all.

Nabiki headed for the library as quickly as she could. She really, really, wanted to find out more about this world before she got herself into who knows what sort of trouble.

Ranma watched Nabiki and Akane disappear through the gates to their school with mixed feelings. He and Nabiki had been together constantly since she'd made the wish that had landed them in this situation, and he now felt a bit lost. But there was something else. A fear of losing something precious. His life had not left Ranma with the inclination to form attachments, to people or things. Experience told him that he always ended up losing both.

And now, out of the blue, he had formed both sort of attachments to Nabiki. As a person he wanted to be with, and as something he owned. Nabiki belonged to him, and letting her out of his sight went against all his instincts, which told him that letting belongings out of sight, meant out of his life.

He told himself firmly that he was not some grade school brat, hanging on his mother's apron strings. He didn't need Nabiki.

"Hey, buddy, move it," a young voice demanded.

Ranma looked down and blinked as he saw a kid who couldn't be anymore than eight years old.

The boy looked up at him through a large pair of glassed, a look of impatience on his face. "Are you going to move, I'm going to be late for class," he said.

"Ain't you a bit young to be going to school here?" Ranma asked.

The kid's face twisted up in a scowl, which he seemed to put some effort into banishing. Once he had calmed down, he said. "Where else would I go? This is the only school for miles. You're not from around here are you?"

"Huh, yea, I'm new in town,"

"Well, I'm Edogawa Conan. You're likely used to the little in house school most places have. About twenty years ago, they experimented with a fertility drug in this area. The ladies gained an immunity quickly, but not before we had a massive birth rate spike for four years. We must have nearly three hundred students of high school age in the district. Sixty of them boys. That's why we have such a large school, and why everyone of school age goes to the same school."

Ranma blinked. He didn't know the exact numbers, but he was pretty sure Furinken had over six hundred students, and that didn't count the nearby schools such as St. Hebreki, His eyes widened,, as that thought reminded him of something, turning he looked over at where Kodachi had been left hog-tied by Akane.

A part of Ranma's mind was a bit surprised to see that there was no one taking advantage of Kodachi's vulnerable state. Instead all the boys who had been outside the gate, were now on the other side, heading for the school itself.

As for Kodachi, she's stopped rocking back and forth and yelling, and was just laying on the ground, her head turned sideways so her cheek was pressed against the dirt and her face was turned away from him. From the way her back was shuddering, Ranma had a sudden uncomfortable feeling that she was crying. The thought made his guts twist. He started to walk toward her.

"Caution would be advised," Conan said. Ranma blinked and looked at the diminutive boy. "Kodachi does not take well to stranger's handling her," Conan explained.

A whole photo book of images ran through Ranma's mind, featuring all the myriad ways he could 'handle' Kodachi. He flushed a little, and it wasn't all from embarrassment. Kodachi had a real nice body, and doing some of that to her would be a lot of fun.

Ranma gave his head a shake to banish the images and the thoughts. "I'm just going to let her go," he protested to Conan. He was by now very close and he bent over and untwisted the heavy leather that was holding her wrists and ankles pressed tightly together.

"What are you doing!" Kodachi screamed, coming to her feet in a fast rolling motion, and then heading straight toward Ranma with her fingers hooked into claws. "Only Akane-Sama may set me free of her bondage!" Her face looked wild, what with the dirt covering it, and the tracks left by the tears that still glistened on her cheeks.

"Told you," Conan remarked in a smug voice.

Ranma sent him an annoyed look as he batted Kodachi's left hand toward her right with enough force to make her stumble slightly in that direction. He swayed his own body around her lunge, and as she passed beside him, looped an arm around her waist and pulled her tightly against his side. It seemed natural that the next thing he should do was to bring his free hand down hard on the tight stretched fabric of her 'boys' uniform. A loud smack filled the air as his palm impacted on her plump bottom.

A startled gasp escaped Kodachi's mouth, and Ranma delivered two more quick spanks in rapid succession.

He raised his hand for a forth, a smile of satisfaction on his face. How often had he wanted to do something like this to Kodachi? His smile vanished when her hands closed around his leg and a second later her small, but really sharp, teeth clamped down on the back of his legs. "Yeow!" Ranma yelled, dropping Kodachi and jumping away. He ignored Conan's smirk and glared at the panting girl. "What did you do that for!?" he yelled.

Kodachi stood there staring at him, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath. A flush decorated her face and her eyes had a certain doe like quality to them. That changed as they took on an icy glower, and she snapped out. "Only Akane-same may lay a hand on me! I belong to her!"

"Then why have you started living as a boy, and trying to defeat Akane? You can hardly be her slave if you're her master," Conan said, and then ducked behind Ranma when Kodachi glared at him.

"I hardly need answer to children," Kodachi sniffed. Apparently forgetting all about Ranma, she turned and bounced away, her chilling laughter floating back toward them.

Ranma shuddered slightly. "Nutty as a fruit cake," he commented.

"But much more dangerous," Conan warned.

"Depends on who cooked it," Ranma said in a distracted way, as he watched Kodachi bounce.

A sudden honking distracted him, and both he and Ranma turned to see a pair of female police officers approaching, riding on some sort of steam powered vehicle. As the strange looking device pulled up along side of them, the short-haired passenger leaned over and held out a wrapped bento. "Hey, Master Conan, Ran asked us to drop off your lunch, you forgot it."

"Thank you, Natsumi-chan, Miyuki-Chan," Conan said politely, taking the offered bento. Seeing Ranma's curious look as they drove away, he said, "Those are two of my adopted father's slaves. He used to be a police detective, and all four of his slaves are still police women, the other two are Aoi and Yoriko. Ran is his daughter. He works as a private Detective now. Maybe you've heard of him. Mori Kogora? He's become quite famous for all the high profile cases he's solved.

Conan looked quite smug, obviously very proud of his famous adopted father. The immature part of Ranma took a small bit of pleasure in saying, "Sorry, never heard of him," and was pleased to see him deflate slightly.

Ranma turned back toward the school gates, and his slight smile drooped. "Well, I guess I should head in," he said, but hesitated, his eyes running over the small building in front of him.

"Don't know where to go?" Conan asked.

"Yea, I thought Akane would show me, but she left to go with Nabiki,"

Conan frowned. "I thought Nabiki was your slave?" He asked. "Why would Akane show you the way when you have Nabiki?"

"Uh, well, Nabiki a year older, I thought Akane and I'd be in the same class," Ranma explained.

Conan looked at him with wide eyes. "You've been to a school where they have both girls and boys. How the heck did you ever get anything done. We've got a twelve foot wall between our school, and they still need regular patrols to keep the girls from sneaking over."

"The girls?" Ranma said in surprise. "I would have thought it was the boys they'd need to keep out of the girl's school!"

"With four to five girls to every boy?" Conan questioned Ranma's opinion. "Believe me, the girls take every chance they can to make some boy notice them. From what Ran tells me, they spend all their spare time thinking up schemes to get some alone time with a boy. Especially if the boy has just turned 16. They all believe that if they can be his first, then he'll never forget them, and if the chance ever comes up, he'll buy them."

Ranma was surprised. That certainly wasn't how Daisuke and Hiroshi behaved, but, on the other hand . . . Ranma did have to admit that from personal experience, it was the girls who chased the boys.

"Anyway," Conan said. "I'll show you to the administration offices, and they can send you to a home room that has space. I think that there are a few classes that only have five instead of six students."

Ranma blinked at that remark, but let the small boy lead him off.

It was two hours later, and Ranma was feeling pretty darn good. True to Conan's words, there had been a class with only five students, two of which were Hiroshi and Daisuke, and he'd been introduced to the female teacher, and his fellow students. While she'd taught the other's math, he'd been given a test to place his knowledge base.

Ranma normally hated tests, and this one had been on math, not one of his favorite subjects, but to his surprise, he'd aced it. It had all been basic math questions with none of the word problems that had been the bane of his existence. In fact, he was pretty sure he could have passed it five years ago. He didn't worry about that, however. He certainly wasn't going to worry if they wanted to give him powder-puff tests.

After he'd handed in his test, the class had moved from math to literature, and Hiroshi had escorted Ranma to the library to pick out a book to read. To Ranma's surprise, most of the books on the shelves had been Manga.

"This is a great one," Hiroshi enthused, picking out the first volume of what looked like twenty or more issues. "It's all about this kid who saves the life of this girl, and in reward, she becomes his slave. But she's got this magic power to heal, and this bad guy finds out about it. He's over two hundred and fifty years old and doesn't want to die. He thinks the girl's magic will let him live forever. He has her kidnaped and the hero has to save her. But the bad guy has all these bad-assed women guarding his house so the hero has to get some help. He and his friends rescue the girl, but the bad guy ain't giving up. He tricks the hero into entering a tournament where he has to put up his slave girl as a prize. If he loses, the bad guy gets her. There are some serious bad-asses going to be in this tournament, so he needs to seriously upgrade his power. He and his friends go for a long training trip to get ready, and the hero manages to capture and tame eight amazons. Each one with a special power. And then he . . .

"Ok, ok, I'll take it," Ranma finally managed to interject a word into Hiroshi's stream of talk. He took the book from Hiroshi's hand and checked out the title. "Slaves of Recca, huh. Well, if I have to read something, this is as good as anything.

As it happened, it was a really good story, and Ranma was surprised to find the class went far too quickly for once. As he followed the other boys down to the change room for physical education his mind was filled with doing some of the stuff in the manga with Nabiki. So much so that he was glad he didn't have to change when the other guys did. Walking around with his man-hood sticking out like a flagpole would have been embarrassing.

"So, how long do we have for this class?" He asked Daisuke.

"The rest of the day, with two hours for lunch," Daisuke groaned. "God I hate exercise."

"Look on the bright side," Hiroshi said. "It will give you lots of stamina for keeping up with your slaves when you get them."

"believe me, I keep telling myself that, but it doesn't make any difference when I'm on the twentieth lap around the school."

Ranma was not really listing to the two boys. The rest of the day to train! Goddamn, this was the best school he'd ever gone to!"

Ranma leaned against the wall next to the entrance to the girl's school. His heel tapping against the wall as he grew more and more impatient. He'd been waiting here for nearly half-an-hour, enduring the looks given to him by the girls trailing out of the school. He swore if one more girl dropped her books in just the right place to flash her panties at him, or the fact she wasn't wearing any, as she bent over to get them, he'd lose it. And he knew that was what they were hoping for.

He couldn't even close his eyes, for fear Nabiki might slip past. "Oh, is she ever going to get it," Ranma muttered to himself.

Another five minutes went by, and Ranma's patience wore out. He was going in.

Nabiki sat at the study desk in the library, her head propped up by her right hand as she leafed through a thick book. On the surface of the desk were dozens of scattered volumes indicating that Nabiki had been diligent in her studies. Thanks to the help of a girl named Ami, she'd managed to find a fairly good selection of general history textbooks. The reading had been engrossing. So much so, that she's lost track of time.

Nabiki's eyes widened as a sudden chill feeling washed over her body, and she sat up straight with a curse. "That damn fool! What the hell is he thinking? Not a smart move, Saotome, changing in front of a bunch of horny boys in this world." Nabiki rose to her feet. She was in the process of going to the rescue of her fool master, not that she knew how she'd handle that rescue, when her eyes fell on the antique clock over the library door. She realized that it was well past the end of the school day. That put a whole new context on the change she'd just felt.

"Saotome must have gotten tired of waiting, and decided to come looking," she drawled sarcastically. Despite her word and tone, there was a warm spot in her chest at the thought that he'd cared enough to check up on her. Not that she was going to go against character and go looking for him, or her, as the case was at the moment. Let her find Nabiki on her own. Learning the way to a library would be good for her. Besides, Nabiki still had research to do.

It was about fifteen minutes later that the door to the library eased open, and Ranma stuck her head in, her demeanor that of one who expected something horrible to jump out at her. Her face showed relief when she spotted Nabiki, which she quickly replaced with a scowl. "Nabiki, what's the big idea of keeping me waiting?" she demanded.

"I was busy," Nabiki drawled, not raising her eyes from the book she was reading. A second later she let out a sudden squawk of surprise as Ranma's fingers dug into her shoulders and picked her bodily up from her chair. A second later she was pushed belly down across the study desk. Cool air washed over her suddenly exposed bottom. "You wouldn't dare," Nabiki cried out.

"Oh, wouldn't I," Ranma replied, raising a hand high in the air.

"What is going on in here?" a familiar, and frosty, voice asked, stilling Ranma's motion. Ranma sweat-dropped as she looked toward the entrance to the library, and at the adult form of Hinako standing there, walking a large coin back and forth across her knuckles. While with her other hand slapped a leather riding crop against her high leather boots. "The library is no place for these sort of games," Hinako continued without giving them a chance to reply. "You leave my no choice except to . . ."

"No, you can't do this!" Ranma-chan yelled in panic as Hinako pressed her belly down over the top of the study desk. She tried to fight, but Hinako had drained just enough energy to make her too weak to resist, but not so weak that she wouldn't be able to feel every stroke of her crop.

Hinako's hand took firm hold of Ranma's waistband, and easily stripped the too large pants down around her knees, leaving her shapely rear exposed and vulnerable as Hinako raised the leather crop high in the air "NABIKI-CHAN!"

"Huh? Wha," Nabiki shook her head to banish the delightful daydream she'd been having and blinked her eyes as she looked up at the frowning figure of Hinako.

"Really, you girls," Hinako said with a frown. "I said that if you and your friends wish to play such games, you can go and find a more suitable place for it. The library is for serious study, not childish games. I will be most unhappy if I find you 'playing' in here again. Do I Make Myself Clear!" she demanded. Both Nabiki and Ranma hastily nodded their heads.

"Whew," Ranma said some time later as she walked down the street beside Nabiki, her hands behind her head. "I thought we were in real trouble there."

"What you mean we, Saotome? From where I was, it looked like you were the brute attacking an innocent student. It was your ass on the line, not mine." Nabiki's voice took on a certain wistful quality as she said the last bit.

"Hmmpppp, I've been drained before. I'd have gotten over it," Ranma said.

"Ah, but you're forgetting, we're not in Kansas anymore Toto."

"huh? You feel all right, Nabiki. You ain't making no sense."

Nabiki let out a sigh. "Forget it, Saotome. All I meant was that this Hinako would not have stopped with just draining you. Or do you think that crop she was waving around was just for decoration. Remember last night, when Daddy was just about to give Kimiko-chan a switching, before he got distracted by needing to go to his council meeting?" Something in Nabiki could not let her call Kimiko mom. Maybe it was the fact that the girl looked like a high-school senior, or maybe it was because Nabiki had already suffered the loss of one mother, and was not ready to take the chance of loving another.

"Ah, heh, yea," Ranma said, her voice not so confident, and a hand slipped behind her to hover protectively over her rear for a moment.

"Take my advice, Saotome. Walk real quite around Hinako-Sensei when you're a girl. That is, if you don't want to end up having some of the nasty things you want to do to me, happen to you."

"Well, you deserved it. You kept me waiting for hours," Ranma said, not trying for a minute to deny Nabiki's accusation. "What was so important anyway?"

"Ah, I'm glad you asked me that, Saotome. How about the fact that we're going to live to be over two-hundred years old, and maybe a hell of a lot longer than that?"

"Huh?"

"Let me start at the beginning," Nabiki said, while mentally arranging what she'd learned in the simplest terms she could manage. There was no point going into great detail over how the present social system had grown out of the total collapse of human civilization over seven-hundred years ago. Nabiki had found it fascinating. Ranma would likely just get bored.

"Eight or nine hundred years ago . . ."

"Oh, man, not ancient history," Ranma complained. "I was happy that the school's here don't teach that crap, and now you try and teach it anyway."

Nabiki bonked the shorter girl on the top of her head with her knuckles. "Listen up, this is important. Try not to fall asleep!" As she said this, she filed Ranma's comment away for some time when she had time to think about it. From the textbooks in the library, 'her' school had a very large history curriculum."

"Ouch, you are so going to pay for that," Ranma complained rubbing her head.

"Shut up and listen! The more you interrupt the longer this will take!" Nabiki replied. "As I was saying before I was interrupted, about eight to nine hundred years ago, there was some type of plague that started in Japan, and spread all over the world over the next five hundred years, till every human being on the planet had been infected. The last non-infected humans were in the Americas, though they call them the Westlands in this world. Explorers from Japan and Europe carried the plague to them, just as they did smallpox in our world."

Ranma yawned. "So?" she asked.

"I'm getting to it," Nabiki complained. "You just need to know that everyone got this disease. Or at least, what they think was a disease. The problem is, there is only flimsy written history to hint at the epidemic. The real proof didn't happen till nearly fifteen years later. During what is now called the baby bust, or the great die off."

Ranma's eyes widened. "Great Die Off?"

"I'm getting to that. Most of this was theorized from preserved records. The people at the time didn't know what was happening. All they knew was that suddenly women were not having any babies. Any woman born after the theorized original plague had great difficulty getting pregnant. Which is one way they tracked the spread of the theorized principal infection through records. They traced birth rates, which were recorded in various ways in most civilized countries. Demographics showed a radiating pattern of near zero birth rates moving outward from Japan over a measured period of time which would correspond with a disease using an air born vector."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Ranma complained.

Nabiki rubbed her forehead. "There was a disease. It spread through the air. But the first sign of it was when the women who were infected had children, and those children grew up. Those grown up women hardly ever had any children. I can't remember the exact numbers from our world for that period, but the birth rate dropped to no more than a tenth of what it had been."

"So, women weren't having many babies. We're still around, so they must have fixed it."

"No. That's the problem. They never did. Didn't you notice how few students there were at school. Going through the previous years records, there are only about two-hundred and forty students in my school."

"Oh, yea. Conan mentioned something about that."

"Conan?"

"A kid I met. Nice little guy. He said something about some sort of fertility drug."

"Yes, I read about that. They tried it in this area about twenty years ago. I t worked effectively for about four years, and then simply stopped working at all. And it didn't work on anyone else outside the tested area when they tried it there later. As a result Furinken had a big baby boom. Which is why there are so many students around our age, and why I have two sisters."

"Wait, you said Furinken had hardly any students, how is that a baby boom?"

"Compared to what we are used to, it's not. But compared to what is normal here, it was a big jump. That's the thing, the birth rate dropped all those years ago, and except for a brief blip every now and then, it's never returned to what we would consider normal."

"That doesn't make any sense. There seems to be lots of people. If this has been going on for all that time, how come there are so many people . . .? Wait a minute!" Ranma's forehead creased as she held out a hand to keep Nabiki quite while she thought. After a minute, she said. "This is what you meant about living longer, and why everyone seems to young."

"I'm impressed, Saotome," Nabiki said, and meant it. She had really though she was going to have to draw him a picture, with crayons. "Yes, the birth rate dropped off the chart, but people in general lived much longer. Much, much, longer. There have been recorded ages of over three hundred and fifty years of age. This is assumed to have some sort of correlation to the birth rate. Whatever was causing the one, also caused the other.

In any event, there were enough people being born to replace those that died, at least once all the people born before the plague died off. There was a massive population crash at that time. Which caused its own problems. Their children all lived very long lives, however. Oh, yes, and before I forget. It's not unusual for a woman to get pregnant when she's over one hundred years old. So they ended up having enough babies over that time to keep the population steady. Except for when war or some other large scale disaster killed a lot of them. When that happened, it took centuries to re-build a population base. And there were a lot of wars when this was first discovered. People panicked when their women started having so few babies. They didn't know the children were going to end up living so long, didn't know for over fifty years, till they started to put it together."

"So they started raiding each other for women," Ranma suddenly interjected. "That makes sense. The more women you get, the more children you'll be able to have, even if the birth rate is low"

"That's right. That was when women truly became property, though it took centuries for it to stabilize into the present social order."

Ranma frowned. "Ok, I can see where a real good war leader could end up with lots and lots of women in his country. Lots more than there are men. Does that mean that Japan is stealing women from other countries? You don't even have to look hard to see that there are more women than men around."

"No." Nabiki said, shaking her head. "The raiding ended long ago. Too many people were dying, and the desperate need faded as they realized that they could maintain their population if they just avoided killing too many people. The reason there are so many more women than men is the other trick this little disease played. There is only one man born for every four or five women."

Ranma blinked. "Well, that would explain a few things."

"Except why the women haven't kicked the men's hairy butts and stuck them in nice love houses like the Amazon's did?" Nabiki muttered to herself thinking of some of the world history she'd researched.

"Huh, what was that, Nabiki?"

"Oh? Nothing, nothing, just thinking is all."

Ranma and Nabiki continued down the street, each lost in their own thoughts as they considered what Nabiki had discovered.