Anime Addventure : Sex slave Nabiki

by tutcat

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

2. Chapter 2

Kimiko wondered through the house, her hands rubbing her sore posterior. Soun had kept his promise to chastise her for breaking his sword. But, much to her frustration, he had been to worn out from his evening at Yumi's to ease the itch that being switched always gave her. So, she was currently looking for a certain red-haired house slave to help her deal with it.

That was not as easy a task as it might have seemed. The Tendo homestead was an old style family dwelling, which had been built to potentially house five or six generations, each with their own life styles. It sprawled over two acres of land, and contained many rooms. It was uncharacteristically empty at the moment. Most of the family were on extended trips, many exploring the mostly untapped Westlands.

With a world population of around five-hundred million, there was a lot of empty space even in crowded Japan, and the massive female raids three hundred years previously had left the Westlands nearly depopulated. The vast expanse of virgin forests and untapped resources were an irresistible lure to the adventure minded. And currently that numbered a large proportion of her family. Which left a great deal of the house empty and unused, and supplied many rooms for a slave eager to stay out of sight.

Kimiko frowned. She sympathized greatly with No-chan desire to stay out of Genma's way. Soun was not aware No-chan was Ranma's mother, or that Genma had been one of her former owners, and Kimiko was content to keep it that way. On the other hand, she was responsible for making sure that the house slaves did their duties, and for disciplining them if they didn't. Of course, she didn't 'know' that No-chan was avoiding Genma. She gave a nod. She'd continue to pretend not to know why No-chan had decided to clean up some of the farther flung rooms.

A gleam of light from a doorway down the hall attracted Kimiko's attention. Pulling up a mental map of the house, she identified it as being the quarters used by No-chan's great-grandfather, and her own Great,great-grandfather, when he was in town.

She paused outside the open door and looked inside. No-chan was standing in the middle of the room, which was a small sword dojo. She was nude,her right leg a stride ahead of her left. A scabbarded sword was held in her left hand, while her right hand hovered just over the hilt. She was as still as a statue. Her body glistened in the light due to a fine sheen of sweat coating her bare body.

Kimiko held her breath. She didn't get to see No-chan's martial side often. The red-head did not consider it proper for a house-slave to have such skill. Still, Kimiko had always known No-chan kept her practice up. It might not have been proper, but it would have been dishonorable to let the family style lapse.

A fly that had been resting on one wall suddenly buzzed to life and flew in a winding path toward No-chan's sweat slicked body. There was a blurring motion and the shing of a perfect sword being drawn from it's home, and an instant later the same sound as it was returned. No-chan was once more in the same position. If Kimiko had blinked at the wrong moment, she might have not even known the girl had moved. A moment later, the fly's two bisected halves fell to the floor. No-chan let out a long controlled breath and stood up straight.

I wonder what Grandfather would say if he knew you were using his prized sword as a flyswatter?" Kimiko asked as she stepped into the room.

No-chan startled and turned quickly to face Kimiko, her face red with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, Mistress. I didn't hear you," she said. She quickly carried the sword over to its display stand and laid in gently in place. Turning she dropped to her knees and pressed her forehead to the floor.

Kimiko's eyes widened, oh no, you silly bitch! Don't do it, she said to herself.

"Mistress, I have been disobedient," No-chan said.

Kimiko rolled her eyes. And there she goes, Kimiko silently cursed. Speaking out loud, she said. "I'm not aware of you disobeying any orders, No-chan."

"Because I hid from Master so he could not give them to me."

Shut up, shut up, shut up, Kimiko chanted internally. "Your Master was very tired. He went to bed right after correcting my behavior of the day before," and before he could finish the job, darn it. "I'm sure he would not have had times to give you any orders."

"I grieve to disagree, but we have a male guest. One without companionship. Master would have offered me as a matter of course. I knew this and hid myself, causing a loss of honor to Master's house."

"I'm sure you're wrong," Kimiko said, even though she knew it was a losing battle. "Your Master's guest was too tired to have need of company." Inspiration struck. "Besides, by taking his guest with him when he visited Yumi, he supplied the company you feel you denied him the chance to offer."

No-chan looked thoughtful for a minute, but then to Kimiko's dismay, her face firmed. "That may be true, Mistress, but in my mind I denied my duty, and in my body I took myself away from my duty. I deserve to be chastised."

And there it was. Kimiko groaned. At the same time she felt a small spark of anger at her slave, and best friend. No-chan knew that Kimiko had just been soundly thrashed, and had not been given the relief she needed after such an event. It wasn't fair of No-chan to rub Kimiko's own denied urges in her face like this.

Her mingled lust and annoyance caused her to make up her mind to . . .

It would have been unseemly to punish a willful slave in the Dojo. Not when there was a much better venue just a door away. Kimiko walked across the room, and into the master bedroom of the suite. No-chan trailed two steps behind, eyes properly downcast as befitting a slave going to just punishment.

As with all the master bedrooms in the house, this one came complete with a master bed, meaning big enough for four or five people to share in comfort, six or seven if they were real good friends, which was pretty much a given if they were in the bed. A massive head and footboard supported the frame of the bed, and it was to the footboard that Kimiko led No-chan. The bed itself was covered in a dust sheet, as was all the rest of the furniture in the room, but the heavy wood of the footboard gleamed under only a very thin film of dust. It had only been a few weeks since her Grandfather had taken his wives and slaves and headed off to bring law and order to the untamed Westlands. At least, that was his story. Kimiko put it down to being a typical male case of itchy feet. The poor dears did so chafe at domestication, and every so often had to go have adventures.

"Take the position!" Kimiko said in a stern voice, pointing an imperious finger at the footboard. No-chan obediently bent over the footboard, presenting a perfect target for her punishment. But, Kimiko was not done, leather straps, which would need to be oiled soon she noticed, were threaded through brackets in just the right places on the footboard. Kimiko used these to secure No-chan's wrists. She pulled them tight, causing No-chan's arms to stretch out to either side of her body. She treated No-chan's ankles the same, securing them a good three feet apart to the bottom of the heavy wooden frame. No-chan was able to rest her head on the covered bed as her belly folded over the wide wooden support but could not move much more than that..

"Such a nice firm ass," Kimiko murmured, running her hand over No-chan's curvy fundament.

"Mistress?" No-chan said in a questioning tone, and Kimiko had no doubt No-chan was about to remind her that she was here to be punished, not to indulge in games with her Mistress. The dear girl could be such a bore at times. But Kimiko was not going to let her get away with it this time. Of course, that didn't mean she was against administering some punishment, she just intended to have a much fun doing it as she could while she did, and make sure No-chan did as well, eventually.

SLAP! Kimiko's hand came down hard on No-chan's ass, leaving a livid outline of her hand on the creamy flesh. "Silence!" Kimiko ordered the red-headed slave. "You will not speak again till I give you leave!" Kimiko's hand returned to No-chan's ass. She gently rubbed the spot where she had struck the bound girl. Bending over, Kimiko kissed the red mark, and then licked the warm flesh, savoring the taste of No-chan's sweat. She returned to kissing and slowly worked her way all over No-chan's bottom leaving a trail of saliva behind. By the time Kimiko had traced all of No-chan's bottom with her mouth, the slave-girl was squirming with desire, despite Kimiko having avoided any truly sensitive spots.

"What are you thinking, slave?" Kimiko asked in a whisper, her breath cool on No-chan's wet bottom.

"About you, Mistress."

SLAP! "That's a lie, slave," Kimiko admonished her. "I bet you're thinking of your son, Ranma. That's why you're hiding from Genma. You want to stay available for Ranma. I've seen how you look at him, you little slut! Do you imagine that he's the one back here kissing your little ass? Getting you all nice and ready so he can slid his big cock up inside you."

"No!"

SLAP! Once again Kimiko used the flat of her hand to interrupt No-chan, before giving her bottom some more kisses as she settled to her knees behind the slave-girl, bringing her to eye level with the little purse of No-chan's sex. She used a finger to tickle the outer lips, making No-chan squirm some more.

"Or, maybe you imagine that it's Nabiki-chan? Playing with you at her master's orders. Getting you all wet and juicy for him." Kimiko leaned in till her nose was pressed between the cheeks of No-chan's ass, and she puffed some air at the red-head's leaking slot. Kimiko arched her head back slightly so that she could run her tongue along the outer seam of No-chan's cunt. The slave-girl's labia flowered open, letting the retained liquid ooze out and into Kimiko's mouth. Kimiko lapped at the delicate inner pink flesh for a few minutes, before slipping a hand over the curve of No-chan's ass and sliding one long slender forefinger up inside No-chan's clutching tunnel of love.

No-chan's head came up, and her heavy breasts swayed, her erect nipples rubbing against the course weave of the dust sheet. Her expression was strained as Kimiko's fingers found all her special spots. They had been lovers for nearly sixteen years, not counting the six years they'd been separated while Genma had owned No-chan. As a result, Kimiko knew No-chan's body nearly as well she did her own, and she proved it by bringing No-chan to the brink of orgasm in a few minutes. It didn't hurt that her words had firmly implanted the image of Ranma standing nearby and watching as No-chan squirmed and moaned.

Kimiko smirked, and slipped her sticky fingers out from between No-chan legs and licked them clean while watching the bound girl in front of her clench her ass and try with all her might to bring herself off. A losing battle. The bondage she was in eliminated any chance of self-stimulation. The physical sort anyway.

Kimiko got up and slipped her clothes off, not difficult, she had nothing on under her dress. Her bare ass came into view, well stripped from Soun's switching. She felt no embarrassment at exposing the evidence of her punishment. She'd been switched, and other things, in front of No-chan far too many times to get shy at this late date. Nude, Kimiko sauntered, hips swaying, around the bed and into No-chan's line of sight. No-chan sent her a pleading look, but kept her mouth shut. "I wonder what Ranma would think?" Kimiko said, "if he could see you squirming and wishing for a nice hard cock to fuck you."

Kimiko sat down on the bed and swung her left leg up over No-chan's body. Hunching forward she hooked both legs up over No-chan's arms and used them to pull her crotch toward her slave's face. "Lick me!" she ordered. The frustrated red-head lifted her head so that Kimiko could slip her cunt under her face. Kimiko gave a soft sigh of satisfaction as No-chan lowered her head and began to lick her twat with practiced strokes of her tongue.

Kimiko tangled a hand in No-chan's hair, pushing her face downward. "Oh, yea, that's nice. Lick me good you little slut. Just think of Ranma being right behind you! He's naked, and his big hot cock is hot for your little cunt. Oh yes! Lick me, baby!"

No-chan's skilled tongue wormed deep into Kimiko's cunt causing her mistress to clamp her legs tight around No-chan's neck and pulled her face deep between her thighs. "Oh, yea! That's the spot, you little slave slut! Use your tongue like that on Ranma and he'll give you a nice creamy present."

Just outside the door to the small dojo that adjoined the bedroom, a certain pig-tailed boy came to sudden stop as he heard his name mentioned.

Ranma had gotten home a little while ago, and had decided to explore the Tendo home while he thought about what Nabiki had told him. He always thought better while moving. Then, to his embarrassment, he discovered he was lost. It wasn't Ryouga type lost, he just wasn't sure which way to go to get back to an area he knew, without going out a window and taking the easy way out. The house was huge, and didn't seem to have any planned structure, it just wondered off one way or another, up, down, across, over. After a few minutes he's shrugged. He'd wanted to explore and think, so he'd keep doing that, and eventually he'd wonder back to someplace familiar. And that had been what he'd been doing when he heard his name.

Following the sound of the voice, he soon found himself in a small dojo, opposite the door that the voice was coming from. Ranma walked forward, just about to say hello, when his eyes took in the scene if front of him.

Facing Ranma was the bent over figure of a young woman, her ass pointed straight at him, her spread cunt and the small brown dimple of her anus winking at him as her tight ass cheeks clenched and flexed. That was about all she could move, the bondage holding her legs and arms in place left her little range for movement. His cock sprang to instant hardness. Almost as a second thought, he took in the smooth female limbs that waved in the air over the bound girls back.

Without thinking about what he was doing, Ranma reached down and rubbed his erection through his pants. He had an overwhelming desire to walk into that room, drop his pants, and plunge himself into that temptingly offered cunt.

"Oh, Oh! OH! YES! NO-CHAN!," the voice that had attracted Ranma cried out, and Ranma suddenly realized who's ass he was lusting after.

Kimiko shuddered and dug her hands firmly into No-chan's hair as she orgasmed, her juice smearing all over No-chan's face. "Oh, baby, you are so good!" she enthused in a breathless voice.

After enjoying the afterglow, and the feel of No-chan gently cleaning her with her tongue, Kimiko wiggled out from under the bound slave's head and slid off the bed. As she did, she caught a flash of movement, and the impression of a face out of the corner of her eye. Before she could turn her head to check it out, the doorway was empty. But, she knew what she'd seen. Smirking, Kimiko ran a hand over No-chan's ass.

Slipping her hand between No-chan's legs, Kimiko fingered her soaking slit before inserting a forefinger up inside the bent over girl. No-chan's muscles clenched around her digit. "You're so nice and tight, slut slave,' Kimiko purred. "Ranma would have a wonderful time if he slipped his cock up inside your tight little ass. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Say it!" She ordered.

"Yes Mistress,' No-chan said in a faint, lust fogged voice.

"Yes, Mistress, what!"

"I'd love to have Ranma's cock inside me!" No-chan blurted out loudly.

Kimiko's smile broadened as she heard a muffled gasp come from the other side of the doorway. "Would you like me to go and get him?" she asked.

No-chan was silent for a moment, until Kimiko folded two fingers around her forefinger and rammed all three up inside her clutching cunt.

"YES! Please get Ranma for me!" No-chan cried out. There was the sudden sound of footsteps running away.

Kimiko frowned a bit, she'd been expecting Ranma to jump on in at that blatant an invitation, but then her frown eased as she remembered that Ranma was a newly-master. Most likely the only girl he could imagine soothing his itch at the moment was Nabiki. "How romantic," she said in a wistful voice. "What, Mistress?"

"Nothing," Kimiko said, shifting her hand back and forth rapidly between No-chan's legs. "Ranma isn't here. So, you're just going to have to make do with me," Kimiko said as she slipped her fingers far enough out to cup her thumb and little finger around the three she had already been using and started to press the spear point of her hand up inside No-chan. The bound slave let out a low groan of strain and appreciation.

After leaving Ranma, Nabiki had returned to her, or rather, her master's rooms, to think. She's slipped out of her tunic almost as soon as she entered the room, and had retreated to the small bathing room where she'd started scrubbing down her body, her expression vacant as she mentally reviewed all she'd learned today.

Nabiki's vacant expression slowly focused and she became aware of herself reflected in a large mirror that took up almost one wall of the bathing room. Slowly, almost in a trance she stood up and moved closer, examining herself in the mirror. Her hands came up and cupped her firm breasts, feeling the texture and solidity of them.

Nabiki had never been one to dwell overmuch on the fact that she would get old. But she had given some thought to the fact that she had maybe a twelve year window before her assets started depreciating in a serious manner. In fact, she'd come to a decision that she had at best six years in which her body could be a major asset in the pursuit of employment, status, and maybe matrimony. As she looked in the mirror, her fingers roaming over her tits a look of comprehension spread across her face. Images of Ranma's mother flashed in her mind. An old lady with a figure that many a high-school girl would kill for.

"I'm not going to get old," Nabiki whispered. Not altogether true, but compared to the time frame she was working with previously an understandable opinion. Nabiki's right hand left her breast and slipped down to her belly where she spread her fingers across her skin. Maybe she didn't have a rock hard belly like Akane or Ranma-chan, but her stomach was firm under a layer of soft fat, and it was going to stay that way as long as she wanted to take care of herself. Her other hand joined the first and both slipped over the curve of her hips and around to cup her ass.

"Do I want to lose this?" Nabiki whispered to herself. "Do I want to go home and get all fat and baggy in a few years. Do I want to see Ranma start looking at younger girls, and disappearing on 'training' trips?"

Nabiki suddenly gave her head a shake. "Don't be stupid, Nabiki. Do you really think you'll get to hang on to him if you go back home. Do you think Akane and the others are just going to give up and let him keep you?"

Nabiki blinked as she realized what she'd just said. "Keep me?" she said, shivering slightly as she realized that sometime in the last twenty-four hours, she'd accepted the fact that Ranma owned her, that she was his property. And what was far more disturbing was that she did not have the slightest desire to change that. Something that would most certainly happen if she and he returned to their own version of the world.

"Why go back?" Nabiki asked herself. She loved her sister's, and was even fond of her father. Her old life had been comfortable, and safe. But, her sister's were not in trouble, they would grieve for her, but they would get over it and go on with their lives. Was it worth giving up what she could have on this world to save them that period of sadness? It was something to think about, she thought as she continued with her bathing, her mind filled with possibilities now, and not just strange facts.

Ranma walked into his rooms with a bit of a hitch in his stride. The leather cup sewn into his pants might have offered protection from harm, and embarrassment, but it could chaff something fierce when he was as excited as he presently was. His cock was heavy and stiff between his legs, and he was eager to sink it into something warm and wet.

The sound of water splashing let Ranma know where Nabiki was, and he started toward the bathing room, losing clothes as he did. By the time he stepped through the door he was naked.

Ranma paused, the breath catching in his throat. The sound he had heard had been Nabiki getting out of the furo. When he walked through the door, she was standing with her back to him, one foot resting on the edge of the tub as she dried her leg with a towel. Ranma's eyes roamed over her body, the firm ass, the way her breasts hung and swayed as she bent over.

For the last few minutes Ranma's mind had been filled with images of No-chan as he'd last seen her, bent over and available. The sight of Nabiki cleansed his mind of that image. Suddenly she was all he could suddenly think of, and some of those thoughts had to do with the fact that she belonged to him, and was his to do with as he wanted. That thought stiffened his already hard cock to new levels of hardness.

Nabiki must have heard something, or sensed something, because her head turned and she was suddenly looking right at him. Ranma could clearly see her pupils dilate as they gazed at him, and he could tell from her expression the second her gaze dropped to his jutting erection.

Ranma leaned back against the tiled wall of the bathing room. He was sitting on a wooden stool, his hand tangled in Nabiki's hair as she knelt between his legs, her head bobbing up and down at his urging. His erection was buried deep in her mouth, its girth stretching her lips into wide oval. Ranma watched avidly as the wet glistening length of his cock slid in and out of Nabiki's mouth.

As wonderful as Nabiki's mouth felt, it was the way she'd ended up sucking his cock that was giving Ranma the most pleasure at the moment. He had ordered his slave to service him, and unlike the day before when he'd tried to tell her to give him back his money, he'd had no trouble getting the words out.

Nabiki had been inclined to argue. He hadn't been. He had pulled her across the room and pushed her to her knees as he sat on the stool. He had guided her head between his legs, and pinched one of her engorged nipples when she'd declined to open her mouth. And that had led to the present situation.

Ranma kept his hand firmly on top of Nabiki's head not giving her any chance to slack in her duties. A feeling of contentment filled him. Back home, his greatest weakness had always been in sexual matters, and more specifically, in dealing with girls. Nabiki was a prime case in point. Always before she'd been able to leave him feeling like a little child, squirming under the displeasure of his elders. Not anymore.

"Oh, yea, suck me, slut," Ranma coaxed Nabiki, taking as much pleasure from making Nabiki do this as he did from the act itself. Not that she was all that reluctant, he somehow new. For all her protests, he'd been able to sense her arousal, and even now, he could see her ass clenching as she ground her thighs together.

"You like this, don't you?" Ranma asked. Rhetorically of course, as Nabiki was in no position to answer. "You like the taste of my cock in your mouth, stretching your mouth, pressing into your throat. I bet you can't wait for me to shoot my juices into your belly." Ranma pressed down on the top of Nabiki's head, making her swallow him to the balls.

"Or, maybe I'll pull out, and spray your face," Ranma mused. "Ah, you'd like that, wouldn't you," he said, a statement, not a question. He'd felt her response to his words in the way her mouth clenched around him, and the way her ass flexed.

Ranma could feel his balls churning, and he pulled upward on Nabiki's hair, pulling her mouth up and off his cock. At the same time his free hand clasped around his shaft and pumped hard. Nabiki's eyes widened as she found herself looking at the tip of his cock from only inches away. Before she could speak, either to protest, or encourage, Ranma gave a gasp and a thick ropey streamer of cum shot from the head of Ranma's dick and splashed across her face and her just closed eyelids. It was followed by several more, decorating Nabiki's face with Ranma's sperm.

Ranma sagged back against the wall, panting, watching as Nabiki pink tongue licked out and gathered some of his cum and pulled it into her mouth. It was a sight he never would have seen back home, and he knew that he'd have been poorer for that. Ranma had no idea why he no longer hand any trouble dealing with Nabiki in this way, he only knew he loved being able to do it. It wasn't something he wanted to lose.

Ranma knew at that moment that he wasn't going to try to go home, and he felt a pang of sorrow at the thought of losing Akane, but part of him knew that he'd lost her the instant he waken in this world, with his cock shoved all the way up Nabiki's cunt. For better or worse, and he really thought it was going to be better, this was his home now, and he planned to make the best of it.

Nabiki buried her face in her pillow and tried to ignore the freakish monster walking around her bedroom humming to himself. The sun wasn't even up yet. She turned her head and scowled at Ranma, who was getting dressed, and in a moment would be going out to train in the yard.

It would have been nice if she could just let him go on with his freakish behavior, while she caught some more sleep. Only she couldn't. Thanks to the brand on her ass, which her studies of the day before had revealed was a bond between him and her, a desire to be up and about and doing things, was urging her up and out of bed. It was in-humane. All thanks to her wonderful master and his fetish for pushing his body to the limits.

Nabiki was tempted to lure Ranma back to bed with the promise of sex, at least with that sort of exercise she'd get to stay in bed. The problem with that idea was she wasn't sure she'd survive. Her memories of the night before were a bit of a blur. Ranma might be able to instill a desire for early rising in her, but even he couldn't make her brain work at this time of the morning. But, while her mind might be a bit fuzzy, her body was supplying her lots of information on what Ranma had put her through. Just about every muscle in her body was sore. The annoying thing was, she had a feeling that Ranma had been holding back, judging just what she could handle, and giving it to her. It had been wonderful at the time, but she wondered if she was going to wake up every morning in this state?

With a groan, Nabiki rolled out of bed, and scowled at Ranma, who looked at her with surprise. "Don't give me that, Saotome," she said. Stumbling toward the washroom, she said, "What sort of slave would I be if I didn't keep you company while you abuse yourself" Nabiki obstinately ignored the feeling of happiness her words generated in Ranma. Bad enough she had to get up, she wasn't going to enjoy it as well.

Akane returned from her morning run, her body coated in a light sheen of sweat. It had been a good morning. She'd spotted Kodachi in time to detour and left her old friend lurking in her alley while she continued on uninterrupted. A loud yell caused her head to snap to the side as she walked through the gate.

Akane's eyes widened as she saw Ranma pushing on Nabiki's legs. Her sister was laying on her back, and Ranma was standing over her, holding an ankle in each hand as he forced Nabiki to stretch her legs back and out. The yell that had attracted her attention had come from Nabiki.

"Are you planning on making a wish, Saotome!?" Nabiki yelled, trying to pull her legs free from Ranma's hands.

"You got to stretch out, or you're going to be even more sore later," was Ranma's calm reply as he continued to force Nabiki's legs back against their limits.

"He's right, Nabiki," Akane said, walking over to them. Her face showed a hint of envy at Nabiki's position. "You're lucky you have a master who cares about your physical fitness." She looked at Ranma with wide eyes. "If I had a master like that. I'd never protest if he tried to make me better." Her Gi top was gapping open, and she felt satisfaction when she saw Ranma's eyes dart downward to take in her sweaty breasts.

"Don't you mean just, make me?" Nabiki said with a sour tone. She yanked a foot out of Ranma's suddenly slake grip, and drove it toward his groin.

Ranma twisted slightly to the side, letting Nabiki's foot bounce of his rock hard thigh. "Look's like you're ready for some sparring," he said in a cheerful voice, his attention pulling away from Akane. He reached down and took hold of Nabiki, pulling her to her feet.

Akane sat on the porch Nabiki lay beside her, panting for breath, sweat pouring off her body and soaking her white slave shift. "He's trying to kill me," Nabiki said breathlessly.

Akane ignored her sister. Her eyes were on Ranma as he did a complex Kata. Every now and then he's lose the rhythm, curse, and then start over. Akane didn't hold his errors against him. She didn't know a single martial artist who could have gotten through the complicated pattern unblemished. She certainly couldn't.

She tried to console herself that it was because it was a Kata that focused on jumping and air born attacks, while her style was more solid and grounded, but her rational rang hollow. The fact was, he was good, really good. And that was depressing.

Obviously he had no interest in her, or else he would have taken her challenge yesterday. And if he had, it would have been her, and not Nabiki yelling out last night as Ranma fucked her over and over again.

She gazed at his perfect body as he flew through the air, kicking and punching. She scowled, and sat up straighter. So what if he hadn't wanted her yesterday. He barely knew her. She show him. She'd convince him yet to fight her.

Back from the porch behind Nabiki and Akane, No-chan watched Ranma dance through the air with wide eyes, his lithe body twisting and turning and bending as if he had no bones. Drool pooled in her mouth as she recalled the noises coming from Ranma's room the night before. Noises she'd just happened to hear as she walked past, and took a break for a few minutes outside the door to his suite.

Ranma was so manly. So many years as a house slave, taking the few scraps of affection Soun could spare, had left her with a burning desire to once more have a true master of her own. But, not just any master. One she could trust not to sell her just as she started to settle into her new life. Someone like Ranma, who would never do such a thing to her, she just knew it. He was to manly to do something like that. All she needed was to convince him of that.

Akane walked along the top of the fence behind Ranma, admiring the view. He had a great ass, muscular, without being bulky. A marvelous motor that would power his manly piston in and out of a girl all night long. It was so unfair that only one girl was benefitting from it.

Akane glanced to the side and down, looking at her selfish sister with a jaundiced look. Her sour expression turned to a smirk as she noticed that Nabiki had a decided hitch in her walk. It looked like maybe she was finding her new master a bit more than she could handle easily. Hmmmm, she thought to herself, maybe I can use that?

"You should be more gentle with my sister," Akane said out of the blue.

"Huh, what?" Ranma replied, realizing Akane was talking to him.

"She's not a martial artist, or much of an athlete. You're leaving her sore and worn out with how hard you're fucking her." Several people walking nearby gave Nabiki and Ranma speculative looks as they heard this.

"Akkkk," Ranma cried as he missed his footing and fell forward along the top of the fence, only just keeping himself from ending up in the canal. Nabiki also stumbled, and both of them turned to look at Akane with shocked expressions.

Akane blinked in surprise at their reaction. "What?" she asked.

Ranma looked around at all the people nearby, his face crimson. "You can't talk about stuff like that, like that, in public," he whispered.

It was Akane's turn to look surprised. "You can't? Since when?" she asked in honest puzzlement. She watched as Nabiki and Ranma exchanged looks. What was going on with them. She didn't know Ranma, but Nabiki had been acting darn right weird ever since she'd been sold. She's put it down to having a master of her own, and getting lots of good sex, but that didn't explain this behavior. She'd never been shy about talking about sex, or telling Akane what she wanted on those nights they'd shared a bed.

"We . . .don't want a whole lot of women . . .clamoring to be Ranma's slaves," Nabiki whispered, obviously choosing her words with care.

"We don't?" Ranma asked, and then quickly said. "We don't!"when Nabiki glared at him.

"Oh, I guess that makes sense," Akane said hesitantly. She knew how annoying it got, with neighborhood women all the time asking if her father was about ready to purchase some new slaves. But still, they seemed awful uptight about it for only having been master and slave for a few days. Still . . .

"Well, you have to admit that Ranma should be thinking about at least one more slave."

"We do?" Ranma asked. And then. "No we don't!" after intercepting another look from Nabiki.

"Yes you do!" Akane said firmly while glaring at her selfish sister. "I'm sure Nabiki gives you great blowjobs, she was always marvelous with her mouth and tongue. I used to have the best orgasms when she got to work between my legs. But . . ." Akane trailed off as she noticed the looks the two were giving her. "What?" she said in exasperation.

Ranma darted a look at Nabiki, and then hesitantly asked. "You and Nabiki . . .you know . . .I mean. . . you're sisters!"

Akane looked at him in puzzlement, trying to understand his point. She looked at Nabiki hoping for a clear explanation, and was surprised to see her sister face was as red as a beet, and she would not meet her eyes. "What is going on with you two?" Akane demanded.

"Nothing!" they both blurted out, nearly blowing her off the top of the fence.

Akane glared at them, they were laughing at her, she was sure of it. This was all some big joke they'd decided to pull to tease hers. She gave herself a shake. She wasn't going to let herself be sidetracked. Deliberately not looking at either one of them so she wouldn't be distracted by their stupid reactions, she said. "Like I was saying. I'm sure Nabiki sucks your cock better than anyone ever has, and she has a real sweet tight cunt, so I'm sure you enjoy fucking her too, but you need someone who can let lose with. Don't you get frustrated, having to hold back when your pounding her?" She turned to look at Ranma when she said this.

"Would you stop that!" she shouted.

"Huh, what?" a rather shell shocked Ranma stammered, not meeting Akane's eyes.

"Fine, if that's the way you want to be, just . . .FINE!" Akane shouted, tears filling her eyes. "I'm just a big joke to you, is that it. The little girl who wants you to fuck her hard and rough. Big joke, ha ha ha, I get it. Well I'll just leave you to laugh about me!" she cried out. Jumping from the fence she ran toward the school, a stream of tears glistening decoratively in the morning sun in the air behind her.

"Akane," Ranma said in a soft voice, looking after her with an uncertain look in his eyes. He took a step after her, and was drawn up short when Nabiki latched onto to his arm.

"Stop and think, Saotome, what is she going to think if you go chasing after her," Nabiki ordered.

Ranma blinked, but he'd had enough experience in the normal world to answer that. "That I'm interested in her."

"And you are, aren't you?" Nabiki asked, with a touch of jealousy in her voice. "Don't deny it," she added when Ranma would have spoken. "Just remember, in this world, it seems they don't mind if you have your cake and eat it too."

"What? What does cake have to do with this?"

"I mean they don't mind if have more than one girl, or slave, I guess I should say, and if you chase after a girl here, even if you already have one, they will expect you to take them as well."

"I understand that," Ranma said in exasperation. "But where does the cake come in?"

by T.H. Tiger

Akane dashed toward her school, pausing only to take a high leap directly over a laying in wait Kodachi, and darted into the school. Once inside she slowed to a walk, the tears streaming down her face freely. "How could Nabiki do that to me? We're sisters! To tease me like that . . . it wasn't fair.

Ranma could defeat her. She knew he could. He might be her only chance at finding the master she truly wanted. All the really skilled martial artists like Master Katsuhito already had a full complement of slaves. They weren't likely to be interested in some little half trained virgin. Ranma was her chance to face a boy who wasn't already a full master. She could travel with him to the top, acting as his sparring partner she'd advance right alongside him, always offering him a challenge.

She knew she could help make him happy. He'd get bored with Nabiki if she was his only slave. Why couldn't she understand that. For goodness sake, it was Nabiki who had always lectured her on how important it was that their eventual master have a balanced group of slaves, so that at least one of them could meet his needs at any one time. No girl could do everything, that was what Nabiki had always said. And she'd been right, Ranma needed a slave that pushed him, made him dig deep in order to fuck her, and who could take all he could dish out when he did.

Kodachi stamped her foot outside the gate to the girl's school. She could go in, but only if she verbally denounced her manhood. And she wasn't going to do that. She would defeat her beloved Akane-sama, and she would make Akane her slave, and if what they did behind closed doors reversed the status, no one would know. Akane was meant fo her. She could make her happy, she knew she could.

"Hey, guys, look it's the girly man. How you doing girly man?"

Kodachi turned to glare at the four boys standing behind her, their spokesman out in front. Kannei was one of Enjutsu's lackeys. He was a fighter, one who had tried to face down her darling Akane-sama, and gotten his ass handed to him. The thought put a smile on her face.

"What are you smiling at, slut?"

"A pathetic worm. And, I'm more of a man than you will ever be," Kodachi answered.

"Do tell," Kannei said, seemingly undisturbed by her insult. "Why don't we just check out how manly you are," He licked his lips in anticipation as the three boys behind him spread out to circle around Kodachi.

Secure in her arrogance, Kodachi simply waited for them to begin.

"Geez, I can't win," Ranma complained. "Akane got mad at me because she thought I was always doing perverted stuff, and now this Akane gets mad because I don't do perverted stuff."

"Oh, your life is so hard. I weep for you, Saotome," Nabiki said.

"Nah, that's ok, you don't got to be sad," Ranma replied in a distracted tone.

"That was sarcasm, you jerk!" Nabiki said, standing on her tip toes and yelling right into his face. She then turned in a huff and stalked away.

Ranma blinked. Then asked, "Are you mad, Nabiki?"

Nabiki's only reply was a snort of disgust as she kept on walking. A second later she gave a squeal as Ranma's hand cupped her ass and gave a squeeze. "You, ass!" she yelled, whirling around and swinging an open handed slap at Ranma.

Ranma moved inside her swing so her forearm struck him on the side of the head. His arms slipped around her and both hand took a firm hold on her bare rear under her slave tunic. He pulled her against him and looked down into her angry expression as she tried to use her elbows to pry herself out his grip. "Anyone ever told you that you're cute when you're mad?" Ranma asked.

Nabiki responded by trying to knee him in the groin The only thing she managed to do was to grind her thigh into his groin, which was well protected by the heavy leather cod piece that all his new clothes had.

"I'm starting to understand why that other me had his pants made up this way," Ranma mused. "Want to tell me why you're so upset. Or, should I just spank your ass till it blisters?"

Nabiki jerked in Ranma's arms but could not pull herself free. She was trapped as surely as if she'd been secured with iron shackles. Only cold iron had never been so warm as Ranma's hands as they kneaded her bottom. Nabiki fought her arousal at this evidence of his strength and willingness to use it, and focused on what an insensitive jerk he was. "You want to know why I'm mad? I'll tell you why I'm mad! You asshole. One minute you're having sex with me, and the next you're leering at Akane's ass or tits."

Ranma's eyes focused on something past Nabiki, "Sorry," he said.

"Nabiki stopped struggling and looked up at his face in amazement The egomaniac Ranma admitting he was at fault and apologizing. She opened her mouth to express her shock. Just as Ranma gave her a light shove to the side that set her stumbling backward to plop down on her bare backside.

"Saotome!" Nabiki yelled. Her anger faded, slightly, as she watched him dash down the street to where two black clad females were trying to drag a small boy into a massive steam-powered limousine type car.

"Excuse me," Ranma said politely as he looped an arm around the boy he recognized as Conan from the day before. With his fee hand he reached out and tweaked the nipple of the large lady who was holding Conan. She gave a surprised cry and released her grip. Ranma jumped backward a dozen feet and set Conan on the ground behind him. "Go to Nabiki," he ordered as he faced Conan's two attackers.

"How about it, ladies? You want to dance?" he said, urging them forward by flipping his fingers backward toward the palm of his outstretched hand. The two women, their lush figures completely concealed in skin tight black, which also covered all but their chins and mouth turned to look at each other. An eerie sight when their hoods didn't seem to have any eye-holes.

The two ladies turned back to face Ranma, and one spoke past him to Conan, "Tell Kogora to stay out of our business, or we'll be back." As one the two turned to enter the back of the car. Like their masks, it didn't seem to have any obvious way for anyone to see in or out. Yet someone obviously could as it moved off as soon as the two would be kidnappers entered the vehicle.

"Don't let them get away," Conan cried out in panic. He rushed past Ranma and would have leaped onto the back of the retreating car, if Ranma had not snagged him by the waist of his short pants and hoisted him into the air.

"Ease back. You could get hurt," Ranma admonished him. Nabiki walked up beside him as Conan squirmed in an attempt to escape Ranma's grip. He twisted like an eel and sank his teeth into Ranma's forearm. "Yeow!" Ranma cried out, dropping the struggling boy, who darted after the car.

"My, you really are the smooth one. Loved by women and kids equally," Nabiki drawled. She exaggeratedly rubbed her bottom.

Ranma was watching after Conan who ran with all his might, before stumbling over his feet after about a hundred yards and falling to his knees. He pounded on the pavement with both hands in frustration as he watched the big car ease up and over a hill about a thousand yards away.

"So close, so close!" Conan was crying in frustration whey Ranma and Nabiki walked up to him. Ranma squatted down to bring his face level with Conan's. "Sorry I didn't stop them, but there were three more people in that car, two of them were strong. I couldn't risk them going after you and Nabiki if I was busy with the other ones. Besides, they were girls. I don't fight girls."

"How could you know that?" Conan demanded. "I knew there had to be a driver, how could you know there were two other besides. Or how strong they were."

"Same answer. I could tell because they were strong. They had high chi levels. It was hard to not notice the way it flared when I snatched you away from the one who had you."

Conan blinked. "You can sense, life energy?" he asked in disbelief.

Ranma wasn't annoyed at Conan's reaction, he simply said, "If it's strong enough. You got a high level. Nabiki has one. She could be really strong if she keeps up with her training. Most people I wouldn't be able to tell. The two who tried to grab you, and the two in the car, they were powerful. No where close to me, of course.

"Of course," Nabiki drawled.

Ranma shot her an annoyed look and continued, "I couldn't be sure they wouldn't be able to hurt you or Nabiki if I took out their car and forced them to fight. Pop always said it was a bad idea to corner a rat."

"And he would know."

"You got to make allowance for Nabiki," Ranma told Conan. "She don't know how much I like her yet, so she thinks I'm going to get tired of her. She ain't too bright sometimes."

"Saotome!" Nabiki started to say in a warning tone.

"Cause she should know better than anyone I don't run out on my responsibilities, or hurt someone I love."

"Love?" Nabiki squeaked.

"See, not to bright. She should know I wouldn't have let stuff go this far if I didn't." He wasn't looking at Nabiki, only at Conan.

Conan for his part was moving his eyes from Nabiki to Ranma, a puzzled look on his face.

His expression closed down, however, when Ranma asked, "So why were they after you?"

Conan didn't even have to think. He had his story already planned out. "They are likely involved in a case Kogora Mouri is working on," he said, confident that would be all he needed to say.

"Who?" Nabiki asked.

"His adopted pop," Ranma answered. "He's a dick."

"Oh, like your dad." Nabiki nodded in understanding. "What happened? Did he have bad gambling debts?" she asked Conan.

"Detective!" Conan said firmly. "He's a private -De-tec-tive-! Surely you've heard of the famous sleeping Detective?"

Ranma and Nabiki looked at each other, than back at Conan. "Maybe," Nabiki said.

"Nope, never heard of him," Ranma said. "Except what you told me. How can he detect if he's sleeping?" he asked.

"He's not really sleeping. He just sits back and closes his eyes so he can visualize the scene when he's doing his denouncement," Conan lied. The truth of course was that he used a secret knock-out dart to put Mouri out, and then used a crystal voice modulator to mimic the detective's voice so that he could reveal what 'he' had discovered.

"Denon-what?"

"Revealing the bad guy," Nabiki answered for Conan. "So you think they were after you because of some case your adopted father is on?"

"Yes," Conan answered, his ego feeling a bit bruised. He'd gotten used to not getting to stand in the lime light, but at least he'd always had the satisfaction of knowing that Mouri's reputation was in a large part because of his deductive talents. Though, he had to be honest and concede that Natsumi and Miyuki had a genius for tracking down more normal perpetrators than the stone cold killers he himself favored as prey.

As the three of then had been talking, they'd been walking toward the schools. "Well, this is my stop," Nabiki said, reluctance in her voice as they reached the girl's entrance.

Ranma reached out and took her hand and gave it a squeeze. "I'll be waiting for you after school." he said with affection. "Don't make me come in after you again," he added in a mock stern voice.

Conan blinked at Ranma's words. Again? The new boy didn't seem to be joking. Had he actually slipped inside the girl's school to go looking for Nabiki? While it was normally the girl's who came up with elaborate schemes to infiltrate the boy's side, it was not uncommon for the boys to try the reverse, more for the challenge of it than for the rewards. They got all of that they could handle from the older neighborhood women. The success rate for both, however, was abysmal. The girl's principal was uncannily good at keeping his girls away from boys during school hours.

"I would not advise such a course of action," Conan said to Ranma as Nabiki walked between the gate guards, looking back over her shoulder at Ranma until she was out of sight.

Only after he could no longer see Nabiki did Ranma turn and say, "Huh?" to Conan.

"It is amazing you managed to sneak into the school once. It would be very hazardous to try again. The principal has a very short fuse when it comes to boys interfering with the learning of his pretties."

Ranma looked at Conan smugly. "Ya don't got to worry about me. They ain't going to catch this boy."

Conan shrugged and dropped the subject. It wasn't as if Ranma would come to any serious harm. He'd emerge through the gate face first, with a good collection of bruises, but nothing else. Still, that little twist in his mind that made him the detective he was could not help but notice that Ranma has put an unusual stress on the word, boy.

"Well, might as well bite the bullet," Ranma said as he and Conan headed for the gate of their school. Despite his words, he had a cheerful expression on his face and certainly walked forward with none of the foot dragging reluctance they would have seemed to indicate.

Both Ranma and Conan came to a dead stop, however, as they got a look at what was just inside the gate.

Ranma's eyes bulged slightly as he got a good look at what was waiting for him inside the gates to the school. There were several large trees decorating the grounds of the school, and hanging from a branch of the nearest one was Kodachi. Her pants had been removed and used as ropes to secure her ankles about three feet apart to a lower limb. This left her bare from the ankles down to the bottom swelling of her breasts. Her shirt and uniform jacket had fallen downward, covering her face, but her trademark hair style made it clear who she was. Her long black ponytail just barely brushed the ground as she swayed back and forth. Her large breasts, just barely covered by her sagging uniform heaved with her heavy breathing. Ranma could not see them, but from the way Kodachi arms were positioned, he was willing to bet they were secured behind her back. Something was scrawled across her bare belly in large black letters, but Ranma was too far away to make out the words.

The reason for her heavy breathing became apparent when she muscled herself up into an upside down setup, pushing herself upward till her face was within inches of one of her bound ankles. Her new posture showed that her hands were indeed secured. Her arms having been drawn far up her back and her forearms secured together.

Kodachi showed incredible flexibility given her position, but strain as she might, she could not quite push the last little bit that would have allowed her to work at her bonds with her teeth. Ranma stood silent, mesmerized by the sight. His instincts made him wait. She deserved a chance to free herself, if she could. Alas for Kodachi, her ankles had been secured at just the right distance to be almost in her reach. Close enough to tempt her to try, but not so far apart as to be considered impossible. A very cruel bit of bondage if it had been deliberate.

After several minutes of futile straining, Kodachi flopped downward, leaving a brief sparkling trail of tears as her head swung down. Not tears of pain or despair, Ranma intuited from the expression on her face, but rather tears of frustration. Kodachi, her face once again covered with her uniform top drew in great gasping breaths. A tremulous quality to her breathing indicated the strong emotion she must be feeling. He could empathize with what she must be feeling. To be so close to being able to free yourself, but not quite able to do it. To know that you were going to have to have help to escape. It must be churning her guts to be in this situation.

Not that he'd ever had into such feelings, of course.

Ranma moved forward after a moment more of hesitation. He was reluctant to help her, not because of her reaction the day before, but because he knew that in a similar situation he would not have welcomed help. Would have demanded the right to continue trying to free himself.

That was part of it anyway. The other part was that his body was reacting fairly strongly to the potential possibilities of Kodachi's position. If he were to kneel for instance, her mouth would be at just the right height . . . Ranma shut his eyes and gave his head a hard shake to dispel the image of Kodachi's haughty mouth stretched around his throbbing manhood. She was in trouble, how could he think of taking advantage of her like that.

He managed to shove the inclination to make use of her for his own pleasure into the back of him mind, but could not eliminate it altogether, as witnessed by the bulge in his pants. A fact that made him feel guilty, while at the same time wish that Nabiki were here so he could maybe ease some of his desire. That thought caused him to suddenly envision Nabiki in the same position as Kodachi.

"Ghaaaaaaa!" Ranma voiced his disgust at himself. He ruthlessly suppressed his hentai inclinations and marched forward toward Kodachi, ignoring the way his manhood strained for release inside his pants.

"Who is there?" Kodachi demanded, hearing the crunch of gravel under his feet. "Is that you my lady?" she inquired in a hopeful voice.

Ranma's eyes narrowed at that question.

Kodachi's emotions shifted almost instantly to raging anger as she obviously came to the conclusion that it could not be Akane.

"So, cowards, have you come to take what you did not dare before?" she asked in a cold voice. "I warn you, my body is the property of one much more deserving than you. You will get no pleasure from me."

Ranma flushed a bit as Kodachi's words hit home. Even if there had never been any risk of him actually doing what she suggested, a part of him had wanted to, and that made him perhaps a touch less sympathetic in his guilt. "Who'd want a skinny-assed girl like you," he said scathingly. At the same time, he felt a rising anger at Akane for leaving Kodachi in this position. From her words it was obvious that some boys had almost taken advantage of her while she was helpless. How could Akane expose her like this?

By now Ranma was close enough to read the black marker writing scrawled across Kodachi's white belly.

"This is a man?" it asked, while a large black arrow had been drawn above, or rather, below the words, the tip ending just below the black triangle of Kodachi's neatly trimmed pubic bush. Above it, her sex glistened, the outer lips drawn outward by her posture, and arousal. Ranma felt a touch of surprise as his new instincts told him that despite her words, Kodachi was highly aroused. Now that he was close enough, he could smell her lust. And it fueled his own desire.

"Hmmm, obviously someone who writes with their left hand," a childish voice said from the side, reminding Ranma suddenly that he was not alone, and tossing a metaphorical bucket of cold water over his hot emotions.

"Gyaaaa!" Ranma said in surprise, spinning and clamping a hand over Conan's eyes with one hand. "You're too young to see stuff like this."

Ignoring Conan's protests, he firmly turned the younger boy toward the school and marched him several steps in that direction. "Now I want you to go straight ahead with no peeking," he ordered Conan.

Conan was angry at Ranma's treatment. But also puzzled. While social mores did not allow for children to participate in sexual games, people did not react this strongly to a young person seeing a sexual situation. They'd have to be wearing blinders otherwise, what with all the slaves walking around in tunics that were designed more to frame their attributes than hide them. So, why was Ranma so bothered by him seeing Kodachi like this? Where had he been raised that would have caused such a reaction?

Conan mused. He'd heard that the Amazon's had peculiar attitudes toward male/female interaction. Due to his own cover story he'd researched them quite deeply, but the truth was, there was little to be learned second-hand through documents. Still, it was obvious that Ranma could not have come by that attitude in Japan. If he'd been female, Conan would have been quick to suspect him of being a spy, but of course, the Amazon would never send a man to do something like that. For one thing, they had such a low opinion of them, it was doubtful they'd trust one. But, more importantly, with there low male to female ratio, they could hardly spare one.

Unless . . . the male was sterile? Lost in thought, Conan walked toward the school. He felt no inclination to peek back at Kodachi. He was too young to have the hormones that would make such a sight intriguing for it's own right, and he'd already seen all he needed to in order to make a deduction about the ones responsible.

Besides, it was frustrating to see something like that, and to remember how he would have once felt about it. The fact that he no longer had those feelings did not mean he did not have the memories of them, and would not for at least four more years. At times he wished for the ingorance he'd possed the first time he'd been eight. Now he knew what he was missing,and what he might lose.

Conan clenched his small hands into fists. He had to find a cure. Before Ran got tired of waiting for him.

Back by the tree, Ranma watched Conan leave, pleased that the little sprout showed no inclination to look back. He was a good kid.

Ranma turned back to Kodachi, to see that she'd once again pulled herself upward in an attempt to free herself.

His interaction with Conan had given him the breathing space needed to get his libido under control, and while he was still aroused it was manageable.

taking a step forward, he placed a hand just above Kodachi's crossed arms, and pushed gently. Ranma's slight help was enough to let Kodachi rise high enough to sink her teeth into her knotted pants and like a dog worrying a rag, she tugged and twisted till she could pull the loose knot free and one of her ankles pulled lose.

Ranma stepped backward and watched as Kodachi hooked a slim leg over the branch and used it as leverage to pull herself up to the last knot, which quickly came undone. She swayed for a moment and then released her hold, spinning in the air so she landed on her feet.

Kodachi looked at Ranma, her expression puzzled. After a moment, she turned her back on him and said, "you may untie my arms."

One eyebrow twitched slightly in amusement, but Ranma said nothing as he stepped forward and tugged free the bonds holding Kodachi's arms.

Kodachi turned, and stood rubbing her wrists as she stared upward at Ranma. "You are a very strange boy," she said at last. A second later, with no warning, her small fist lashed forward into Ranma's belly.

He'd had time to tense, so all it did was bring a grunt to his lips, still he protested as he took a step backward. "What was that for," he demanded.

Kodachi recovered her pants and turned to walk away, her rear swaying as she moved. "My ass is not skinny," she tossed over her shoulder as she left.

Rubbing his belly Ranma watched her swaying bottom as she strolled away. "Yea, I guess it ain't," he murmured to himself.

"You have got to be kidding me!" Nabiki couldn't help but blurt out as she looked at the thick binder that had been plopped down on the study desk in front of her.

She'd felt relief when her home room teacher had assigned one of her fellow students to bring her up to date on the material she'd missed during her 'weeks' in the slave pens. Of course, she'd only been in them for a few hours. But, on the other hand, she had missed the entire curriculum, not just a few weeks. She'd thought spending the day getting caught up would give her a chance to evaluate what strategy would best let her conceal her origin. She hadn't expected such a thorough briefing.

"Is something wrong, Tendo-san," Ami Mizuma asked?

Nabiki drew her eyes away from the heavy binder in front of her and gave the dark haired girl with the slight resemblance to Akane a weak smile. "Nothing, nothing at all. My mind was on other things. But I'm all ready to study now."

Ami blushed, which puzzled Nabiki, until the girl spoke. "I can imagine, having a master at such a young age. You must be very distracted." there was more than a hint of envy in the girl's voice, showing that she didn't consider that sort of distraction to be a bad thing.

"You could say that," Nabiki agreed, thinking it was as good an excuse as any, and had the benefit of being true. Being Ranma's slave was a very distracting experience. She was constantly experienced little day-dreams involving her and Ranma. Like for instance, just after coming into school she'd had a powerful day dream that featured her hanging upside down from her ankles, while Ranma's meaty shaft slid in and out of her mouth.

Just remembering that now caused her legs to tremble a little bit. "Tendo-san, are you there!" a firm voice asked, breaking her out of her revere.

"Huh? Oh, Mizumi-san. Sorry. Like you said, it can be distracting."

"It's the slave bond," Ami said, nodding her head. "I've heard that it can take some time to grow accustomed to sharing your master's desires. Especially if he has strong ones." Ami adopted a thoughtful look. "Part of the problem might bet that you're his only slave. That means you get the full effect. Once he has a few more slaves the effects will diminish." Her expression grew slightly calculating as she said this, something Nabiki missed as she was leafing through the heavy binder in front of her in dismay.

Ami laid a hand on Nabiki's and said, "Don't worry, the school will make allowances. After all, you already have a master. So it's not as if you have to worry about building a skill set that will interest a master in you. You're free to pursue your own interests now. Unless, your master wishes you to study something specifically. Has he suggested anything? Maybe I could help you with it?"

"Ranma?" Nabiki said in a disbelieving tone. "Believe me, the last thing he wants to think about is my schooling, or that of anyone else." ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Conan watched Ranma train, doing things he would have put in the impossible, rather than improbable, category before seeing Ranma in action. For instance, a lot of Ranma's activity was taking place in the air. Not that he was flying, it just seemed that way sometimes. His leaps were impressive, and his hang time awesome. That was not the most impressive feat, however. That would be the length of time he'd kept up this display. It was going on an hour since Ranma had started.

Evidence to how impressive this was came in the form of two martial artists who had wondered over and joined in. Doing different katas, but with the same intensity as Ranma. One of them was currently laying on his back, his nearly purple face only now fading back toward a more normal color as he drew in great gasps of air, his belly heaving with exertion. His fellow practitioner was puking in the bushes a little way away.

Curiously, Ranma himself didn't seem impressed. His look of intense concentration kept flickering to one of dissatisfaction when he'd make an error. Or at least Conan thought it was when he made an error. Ranma's moves were far too complicated and quick for him to judge. He was much better than Ran, better even than Ran's Sensei, and that was saying something as that woman had been training for over a hundred years.

Conan became aware that he had company, and looked back and upward at Kodachi who has silently joined him in observing Ranma's routine. Conan would have expected to see lustful desire on her face as she watched Ranma's lithe body move so powerfully. While there was a longing in Kodachi's expression, it was not, if Conan was right, a desire for Ranma, but for what he was doing. She was dressed, as all the boys, except Ranma, were. White tee shirt and loose shorts. The tee shirt should have been loose as well, but Kodachi's hung to her upper body as if molded. Her high firm breasts pressing hard against the fabric, the darkness of her nipples and aureoles showing clearly through the stretched cloth.

"He's very good," Conan said in a casual voice.

"He is far better than very good," Kodachi said in a distracted air, not even looking at Conan, who's voice might as well have come from thin air for all the attention she paid him. "He could defeat Akane-sama," she added, worry in her voice.

Conan's radar kicked over, and he darted a look at Kodachi's rather strained expression. Uh oh, he thought to himself. "Or train someone else to do it," he said in an offhand manner while looking at Kodachi indirectly. He felt relief when the strain on her face shifted to something more speculative.

At that moment, Ranma came to a halt, his hands clutching his knees as he bent over, sweat running from his face to drip on the ground. "Damn, damn, damn," he cursed softly to himself between great gasps of air. From his appearance Conan would not have been surprised if he joined the puking martial artist in surrendering his lunch to the ground.

Ranma recovered quickly, in a few minutes he stood up, only looking a little shaky. He turned to look at Conan, and the young boy saw his pupils dilate as he spotted Kodachi. A wariness flickered across his face, his expression as easy to read as a book to the observant boy. He's afraid, no, not afraid, worried about what she's here for," Conan thought to himself.

"I wish you to train me," Kodachi said firmly.

"Huh?" Ranma blinked. "To do what?" he asked warily.

"To defeat Akane-sama."

The wary look in Ranma's eyes deepened. "Why?"

Kodachi looked annoyed. "So that I may defeat her in battle and make me her slave." Kodachi flushed as she realized her slip of the tongue. "So that I may make her my slave," she quickly corrected.

Conan had known Kodachi's motivation, but at times he'd wondered if she did. This pretty much confirmed she did. Ranma on the other hand was looking a bit cross-eyed as he tried to work out what Kodachi was saying. Conan took pity on him.

"A slave must obey her master, even if her master's orders are that the slave treat her master as the slave," Conan said.

Kodachi flushed, but did not deny Conan's words.

"So, you're saying that she wants to beat Akane. So she can make Akane her slave. So that she can order Akane to be her master?"

"Pretty much," Conan said with a shrug.

Kodachi's flush was looking darker as she looked at Ranma with flashing eyes. No doubt she had, as Conan had, heard the unsaid, she's nuts, in Ranma's voice. "Akane-sama is making a mistake. She would wither as a slave. She was born to be a master. I must make her see this!"

Ranma shrugged. "Not much point if that's what you want. I don't think you'll be able to beat her, though."

"Why not? You don't even know my skill!"

"Yea, I do, but that ain't why I said you can't beat her. You can't beat her because you want to lose. Until you want to win, your wasting your time." Unsaid was the fact that she'd be wasting Ranma's time as well.

"Yes, but Akane wants to lose as well," Conan said. When both older eyes turned to him, he continued. "That's the whole point in her challenge, she wants to be defeated. But she wants to be defeated for real. If Akane can fight effectively when she wants to be beaten, why can't Kodachi?"

Ranma opened his mouth to say why she couldn't, and then closed it. He gave a head shake, and mumbled, "this world is too weird." he looked at Kodachi, shrugged, and said, "Ok, I'll train you, and you too Conan, while I'm at it."

"Me?"

"I ain't always going to be around if one of your pop's enemies takes a run at you. You might as well learn how to fight back."

Conan didn't know what to say to that, except, "thank you."

A little while later, Conan knew what he should have said was "Rot in Hell, Saotome."

He was currently kneeling on the ground, his hands on the grass as he fought very hard not to embarrass himself by throwing up. He had never in his life been put through such an intense workout. Kodachi was in no better shape, she was supporting herself against a tree, her forehead pressed to the bark as she tried to breath in a regular fashion.

Ranma was jogging in place in front of them. "I'm going to go take a little run, when I get back we'll start the training," he said. A second later only dust marked where he had been.

Kodachi and Conan continued to pant until Conan swallowed and managed to gasp out. "He must die."

"Agreed," Kodachi gasped. "Painfully, and lingering."

"Oh yeah." Conan forced himself up to his feet. He turned in the direction opposite the one Ranma had run in and broke into a staggering jog. He was joined by Kodachi a second later and the two of them painfully moved in a path that would intercept Ranma's run around the school.

As Ranma jogged, he thought about Kodachi. She was as flipped out as the Kodachi he knew, but somehow it was different. She didn't frighten him the way her other self had, for one thing. She was also as game as hell. He had expected both her and Conan to quit on him, but they had kept on going till he gave them permission to stop.

And as his opinion on Kodachi went up, his opinion on Akane went down. She was nothing more than a bully, and a cruel one at that, for stringing Kodachi up and exposing her like that for all the boys to see. She needed to be taught a lesson, shown what it felt like to be humiliated in front of all your school mates.

Ranma grinned. He knew just the red-headed girl to teach her that lesson.

Miss Hinako listened to Ami explanation. Nabiki had been quite happy to let the other girl do the talking. She couldn't even have begun to dredge up the references and theories that the intelligent, and oh so eager to please, girl was pulling out of her ass. It was always nice to have something someone wanted badly enough that they'd be willing to do just about anything to get. Of course, she'd had to suppress the urge to drag Ami into the girl's toilet and give the little nerd a swirly when she'd figured out what the girl desired so much. As if she'd share Ranma!

Nabiki let none of that show on her face. She just sat demurely and let Ami tell Hinako why Nabiki was suddenly as dumb as a bag of rocks. And galling as it was to admit, in this world she was. Not only were most of the subjects Ami had briefed her on one or two years in advance of her own level, but there were four more than her normal school load. Her other self had maintained a crushing curriculum. And for what? To make herself more attractive as a potential slave. It was too gag. She wasn't anyone's slave! Well, maybe technically she was. But not in her mind! No matter how much she enjoyed it when Ranma forced her down on the bed and . . .

Nabiki snatched her thoughts back from that image as Hinako coughed to attract her attention. "I see what Miss. Mizuno means. You are very distracted Miss. Tendo. It is fortunately rare, but not unheard of for a young slave to regress intellectually when bonded to a strong minded, but poorly educated master with no other slaves." She adopted a stern, told you so, look. "Which is why we discourage young girls still in school from becoming slaves. The distraction is bad enough when they are bought by a man with several already.

Miss Hinako opened Nabiki's file and made a few notes in it. "Very well," she said, closing the file and looking at Nabiki. "I will reduce your study load. Miss Mizuno will tutor you when she has time. I'm afraid however that it is unlikely you will be able to resume your full schedule until such time as your master takes on two or more slaves, and that could be some time in the future. You may have to take courses as an adult to improve your net worth, but there is nothing for it, I'm afraid. Try to do the best you can."

Nabiki but real effort into keeping her face pleasant as Hinako talked down to her. This is what she wanted. So what if this big titted cow thought she was just this side of retarded. She knew the truth. She wasn't affected in the least by being Ranma's slave. Just because she couldn't go ten minutes without thinking about him didn't mean a thing. She was her own woman. Even if the feel of Ranma's body constantly brushed against her like phantom cobwebs, that didn't mean she was brain dead.

"Miss Tendo!" Nabiki snapped to alertness, blushing as she looked up at Miss Hinako's stern, but amused face. "You may go now, Miss Tendo," she said.

Ranma examined the tall wall in front of him. It was the barrier between the girl's school and the boy's. Nearly twenty feet tall at this point, and smooth as a babies bottom. He ran his fingers over the slick surface. Polished limestone facing he decided. Soft, even in his current pathetic form it would be easy enough to damage it enough with his hands to give him finger holds. But that would leave evidence, and maybe alert someone. He looked over his shoulder. The nearest tree was twenty feet away, the nearest large one nearly thirty. No going the aboral route. That left simply going up and over. And he wasn't sure he could manage twenty feet in his current shape. Especially as he was going to have to be female when he did it. True, his strength to weight ratio was a lot better as a girl, but his legs muscles were weaker. The difference in height he could jump in his two forms was very slight, with a slight shading toward his male side.

Ranma could have simply gone around the front and through the gate as a girl like he'd done before, but where was the challenge in that.

Ranma rubbed his chin as he considered. All he needed was a little extra boost. He turned his attention away from the wall and examined the area right in front of it. He smiled as he spotted a small outcropping of rock about six feet back from the wall. It only projected about four inches out of the ground but after giving it a kick to make sure it was solid he knew it would make a good force transfer pivot point. That might be enough. He mused a bit longer, running his eyes over the top of the wall. He wondered if they'd been paranoid enough to cover the top with broken glass or some other danger? After a bit of thought he decided it was unlikely. They were trying to keep boys and girls apart, not keep terrorist away. He considered a bit more, mentally tracing his trajectory. He added one more aid to his goal and decided it was worth a shot.

"He can't be planning on going over the wall! It's impossible!" Kodachi muttered to herself as she peeked around the corner of the school at Ranma.

Conan's head was a foot below Kodachi's, her body bent over his. "It does seem unlikely," he said. "Ah, he's leaving. Most likely he was just wishing he could go over," he added as Ranma turned away from the wall and walked over to a cemented washing area near the school. Consisting of a pad and short wall with a cast tub, it was a convenient place to wash the dirt and grit from your upper body. Getting clean was obviously Ranma's goal as he stripped off his shirt and turned on a tap.

"Remember, you're a guy," Conan teased as Kodachi let out an appreciative murmur.

"I was just admiring his physical development in a purely manly way, brat!" Kodachi retorted, never taking her eyes off the way the muscles moved in Ranma's back as he held his shirt under the running water and got it soaking wet. He then lay it over the edge of the tub and leaned forward so that the stream of water would run over his head and shoulders . . . "That is not possible," Kodachi said in a weak voice. "I am taking my medication," she added in a protesting tone.

Conan said nothing, too busy staring at what had happened to Ranma.

Nabiki stumbled as a feeling of bone numbing chill invaded her body, leaving her shaking and pale. "Nabiki-chan, are you alright?" Ami asked in worry as she caught hold of one of Nabiki's arms to steady her.

"I'm . . .fine," Nabiki gasped out, regaining her balance. "Should have eaten more for breakfast. Low blood sugar," she said with a weak smile.

"If you're sure . . ." Ami said.

"I'm fine," Nabiki reassured her. "Thank you for your help today. I was a big help. I'll see you tomorrow in the library?"

"Yes, of course. But, would you like me to stay with you till you feel a bit better."

"No. Really, I'm fine. I'll be seeing my master real soon."

"Well, if you're sure . . ." Ami repeated, slowly walking away, with an occasional backward look.

Nabiki kept a smile on her face, and waved goodby as Ami rounded the corner, and then she slumped slightly and placed a hand against the wall. "Idiot!" she said to herself. "Saotome, what the hell are you thinking?" Anger filled her. Anger at Ranma for making her worry, anger at herself for worrying about the jerk. "When I get my hands on her," Nabiki vowed her expression promising dire consequences for a certain red-head.

Other eyes were watching that red-head even as Nabiki vowed retribution. Conan has slipped into full analytical mode seconds after witnessing Ranma's transformation. Everything registered on him. The way her body moved, the way the water drops ran along the skin of her bare upper torso, the way the breeze moved her hair. The play of muscle under her skin.

"She's real," Conan announced with amazement.

"How?" Kodachi whispered, unable to turn her gaze away from the buxom red-head. "How did Ranma switch places with this girl?" In her befuddlement she did not think that she was asking her question of an eight year old boy.

"He didn't. Or rather. I believe that the girl and Ranma are one and the same." Conan said with certainty. "I saw no distortion that would indicate some form of reflective surface. The drops of water on her body grew larger, as her skin shrank and individual drops joined together." Before Kodachi could ask, how, again, he said. "I don't know how. But I mean to find out!" The last was said with a certainty of purpose that was not uncommon in the very young, but for some reason Kodachi believed Conan would indeed discover the truth. There was something about him that seemed so much older than his appearance would lend one to believe.

At that moment Ranma started to run, and both the people spying on her focused intently. Conan to confirm his belief that she was not in fact some fake produced by trickery, Kodachi with fascination as the small girl's breasts bounced energetically in time with her stride.

"No, I belong to Akane-sama," Kodachi protested to herself as she watched the lithe muscularity of the smaller girl in motion. Such a powerful girl.

Conan had none of Kodachi's hormone induced fascination, but he did have memories of having them, and in part of his mind was a sense of loss that he could not truly appreciate the sight in front of him.

With perfect timing Ranma's foot hit against the small rock outcropping she'd noticed earlier and she leaped upward in a high trajectory that would see her contacting the wall several feet below the lip. It was a prodigious leap and caused both Kodachi and Conan to hold their breath in awe as she soared up and up. Her foot ground against the wall and she thrust upward using the pressure of her impact to gain traction on the slick surface. She made a whipping motion with the hand carrying her wet shirt and it flew upward to wrap around the top of the wall, giving her just enough extra pull to raise her high enough to latch onto to the lip of the twenty foot tall wall and pull herself up and on to it.

Conan turned and ran. Laboriously, he was still winded from his workout. "Where are you going?" Kodachi hissed after him.

"The girl's school," Conan answered, not even looking back at her. "Are you coming?"

"I can't," Kodachi said in an agony of indecision. She could walk through the front gate of the girl's school anytime she wanted. If she was prepared to renounce her paper man-hood. Something she was not willing to do so. Conan, on the other hand, as a pre-pubescent, had free access to the girl's side. It would be a simple matter for him to charm his way past the guards at the gate.

She turned and looked at the wall. Could she go over it? Ranma had. But she was not Ranma who was obviously a magical person of some sort. "Still," She murmured to herself. Looking around to make sure there were no witnesses, she stripped down her shorts, revealing what looked like a very fat leather thong. A tug loosened the object from around between her legs and around her waist and she was suddenly holding a twelve foot leather whip in her hand. If Ranma could use her shirt to get over the wall, maybe her whip would do the job. Hastily pulling hp her shorts over her now bare bottom, she moved over to where Ranma has started her run toward the wall.

Ranma was oblivious to what was going on behind her. All her attention was on what was going on below her on the girl's side of the wall. Directly under her was a deep pit in the earth, framed on one side by the limestone wall Ranma lay on top of, and on the other by a high sheet of canvas.

As Ranma watched, a young girl, not much older than Conan, wearing a yellow hard-hat emerged from the hole, which Ranma saw was slopped down alongside the wall. She was pushing a wheelbarrow full of dirt which she dumped onto a canvas sheet. Bending she folded the canvas till she had produced a sack which she placed on a dozen similar such sacks. She then turned and re-entered the hole.

Ranma rose up on fingers and toes and inched herself backward along the top of the wall till she was past the area bracketed by the canvas wall. She then dropped from her perch and landed easily on the ground. Turning she looked at the fabric beside her and saw it was painted to match the texture and coloration of the wall. From even a short distance away it would blend into the real wall. She stared at this for a second, and then shrugged it off as being of no importance to her. She set off at a slow jog toward the main building of the girl's school.

Inside the school, the principal looked up at his clock, and a wide grin spread across his wrinkled face. Time to give his pretties a little exercise. A dozen laps around the school should get both their and his blood nicely pumping. And then maybe he could look up Hinako and do a different sort of pumping. With a cackle of laughter he bounded over his desk, and out into the hallway, where he turned and headed toward the changing room where the last gym class of the day was no doubt showering.

The school sports equipment manager looked at Nabiki suspiciously. "You want a Kendo sword, Nabiki-chan. Why? You're not a member of any of the martial arts clubs?"

Nabiki put on her best innocent look. "I know I haven't shown any inclination, Sempai, but my new master is a martial artist, and I want to learn how to handle one so I can show him how I feel about him."

"Oh, that's alright then. I guess you won't be needing any of the ones with special handles and blades then," the senior girl said in a cheerful voice. She walked over to select a standard practice sword from a large selection. As she moved away, Nabiki got a good look at the inside of the equipment room, most especially the not so official looking swords racked on the opposite wall. She swallowed nervously. And she'd thought Ranma was big.

"Here you go," the equipment manager said. But, before handing Nabiki a sword she asked once more. "You're sure you're only going to use this for sparring, Nabiki-chan. Or would you like one of the special rubber sheaths for the handle. I'll be really annoyed if you bring it back all wet and sticky like the last girl. Taking Nabiki's silence for an answer, she handed the sword over. A second later, she chastised Nabiki. "You'll have to hold it much more firmly than that, Nabiki-chan."

Nabiki, who was holding the sword gingerly between two fingers gave the girl a sheepish look and grasped the hilt firmly. She firmly told herself that there was nothing unusual in the feel of the handle, and it was all in her mind. Think more pleasant thoughts, she told herself. Like breaking this over Ranma-chan's head.

Nabiki had always felt contempt for the way her little sister bashed on Ranma, when there were so many better ways to gain vengeance. Now, however, after spending an intense period of trying to think of a way to show how annoyed she was with Ranma, she'd discovered something. When separated from her organization, and completely out of the information loop she had close to zero methods of doing that. Given that fact she found that brute force gained a certain appeal when it came to dealing with wayward boyfriends. Especially one with as hard a head as Ranma.

Nabiki gave a shiver and pulled her tunic tighter around her body. The motion did little to dispel the chill she was feeling, however. The cold was not coming from outside, but rather from inside. Nabiki had no way of knowing if such a feeling was normal, she just knew that the severing of the slave bond left her feeling alone and vulnerable in a way she hadn't experienced since she came to this world.

Looking back, she realized that she had not been acting very in character. She'd accepted her world, and her situation in it with remarkable calm, even enthusiasm in some cases. A lot of that, she now realized, must have flowed from the security given by her attachment to Ranma.

Now, without one thought for her, he'd gone and severed that link, again! The baka! When she got through with him, he'd never make her worry . . . Nabiki paused in her deliberate striding down the hall. Who was she fooling, she chastised herself. She wasn't mad because Ranma had made her feel cold and alone, she was mad because she was worried to death about him, or rather her. Who knows what might happen to Ranma-chan in this world. With her lack of any sort of real knowledge about how things worked, there was nothing she could do to keep him safe. Nothing, that is, except pray he was alright, and if he was, to make sure he was never stupid enough to do it again. She hefted her new weapon in both hands and went looking for her wayward and foolish master.

Conan hated going into the girl's school. It wasn't that it was difficult. It was in fact easy. There was no effort put forth to keep boys his age away from the nubile girls. While said girls were not above flirting with young boys, as an investment in the future, that would be as far as it would go. No. What Conan hated about going into the girl's school was going through the security checkpoint.

"OH MY GOD! If you just ain't the most precious thing I've ever seen!" The six foot plus curvaceous security guard gushed. She rumbled his carefully combed hair and gave his cheek a pinch as she swept him up into her arms and hugged him to her substantial bosom.

"Ummpphhh, can't breath," Conan wheezed, his voice muffled by the guard's bounteous attributes.

"Don't go hogging the little sweaty, you over blown cow," the other security guard, equally as large and endowed protested. She yanked Conan free and pressed him to her own chest. "What a little darling," she gushed.

"Hey, you give him back!" The other guard protested, and tried to pull Conan free. Her fellow refused to relinquish her hold and Conan found himself the both the rope and prize in a vigorous tug-of-war.

"Help," he said in a wispy voice.

Kodachi ran with all her might, and hit the stone Ranma had used to launch herself into the air. She achieved nothing like the height Ranma had accomplished. But did gain enough that when she lashed upward with her whip, the end slipped over the wall with ease. Unfortunately for her, that did her little good. Ranma had used the friction from her damp shirt to give her the few extra inches she needed to reach the top. Kodachi's whip clung for a second, enough so that she could pull herself a foot higher than she would have reached on her own, and then she fell.

Directly under Kodachi, and a foot below the ground, an angry lackey was chewing out two nine year old female students. "You promised me the tunnel would be ready by the time Mistress Nabiki returned to school, Ryonami shouted at her hapless helpers. You diggers claimed to be the best tunnel builders in the school. We gave you material, logistics, planes, and all you had to do was dig. And you are failing."

It's this rock, Mistress," one of the girl's exclaimed, taking off her yellow hard-hat and whipping her forehead, smearing dirt from her sleeve. She patted the surface that filled the entire end of the tunnel. "We're going to have to go around it."

Her fellow digger spoke up. "If you hadn't insisted on the tunnel reaching forty feet past the wall, we could be up on the surface now." Her eyes turned a little starry. "And we could find our darling Conan-kun."

"I don't want to hear excuses. We are lucky that Mistress Nabiki has not asked after the tunnel project. I do not intend for it to be incomplete when she does remember. You will work all night if you have to." Ryonami planted herself between the smaller girls and the exit and glowered at them, her arms crossed over her modest chest.

That was when the roof caved in, and Ryonami suddenly found herself laying on the ground with a very surprised and dirt covered boy laying on top of her. So flustered was Ryonami that she didn't notice that the boy in question was pressing against her in ways that were not fully natural to a real boy.

Ranma was not finding her path to righteous justice easy. As it had turned out, getting into the school grounds had been fairly simple. How to find Akane once she got inside, that was another matter. One that she hadn't really considered.

The grounds within thirty feet of the barrier wall were well tended and barren of any sort of cover, but further in their were large areas of near wild bush. Ranma had slipped into one of these while she contemplated what to do next.

Simply wondering the halls would be foolish. She might run into Hinako. She needed a plan. She brushed aside some branches and examined the school. It was well provided with decorative stone work and broad ledges. It would be fairly easy to creep up and down and peek into windows. Or, she could just wait for Akane to leave. She mused. Waiting might be the best. The school day was almost over. And her application of justice would be much more effective if performed in front of the whole student body.

Ranma settled back to wait. No sooner had she done so than she became aware of faint noises coming from somewhere back in the bushes. Curious and having nothing better to do, she decided to investigate. She took to the trees and moved from branch to branch till she was overlooking a secluded clearing. Below her was a tall girl dressed in leather. Not custom made form fitting designer leather. But raw natural, nearly fresh off the animal leather. Something that you might expect to see on a mountain man. But this was no man. She was wearing a vest that left her muscular and tanned arms bare and fell far short of the waistband of her pants, Looking down from her perch Ranma also was quick to notice that the girl's breasts were barely contained by the material of her vest. Not really the fault of the vest. It would take a lot of fabric to keep those puppies contained.

It was not the girl's clothes that attracted Ranma-chan's attention, however, nice as the view was. It was the feeling that she knew the girl from somewhere. That, and what she was doing. The girl had a smaller girl in a frothy girly dress pressed up against a large oak tree. The girl's dress was hiked up high and the wild girl had one of her hands up under it.

"Oh no. You mustn't!" the smaller girl panted, her voice husky with arousal. "Ahhhhh, no, don't touch me there," she exclaimed, turning a rosy pink.

Ranma was torn. Move away. Stay and watch, or rescue? Moving away didn't seem right, somehow. The girl might really be in trouble. Stay and watch? Well, that seemed the right thing to do, only it seemed such a Happosai type thing to do. Rescue? She wasn't sure that the girl needed rescuing, or would appreciate it.

As Ranma contemplated, the wild girl spoke, and Ranma's eyes went wide as she recognized the voice.

"Oh, and where would you like me to touch, sugar," The mountain girl drawled in a very familiar voice.

Ranma-chan's eyes widened, and her mouth formed the named Ukyou. More than that was beyond her as she suddenly ran full on into her female's body's sexuality.

Ranma's cursed form was in some ways like a mirror image of her natural form. Reversed. Female to male was just the most obvious symptom. The changes went far deeper than that, right to her basic sexual nature. Back in the universe Ranma had started out in, she had not been overly troubled by having to deal with any inclinations her female body might have possessed, mainly because her male side had not had much in the way of a sexual nature.

Whether it was natural, or a result of Genma's training, Ranma had been as close to being a neuter as it was possible to get and still be a normally functioning male. His strongest desires were more focused on his longing for friendship and companionship than any desire to do the nasty with any of the girls who congregated around him. And of course his female side reflected that behavior by also not having much interest in sexual matters.

Now, however, things had changed greatly. Ranma's male side was extremely heterosexual, and very happy about it. Dominating Nabiki sexually gave him great satisfaction. And while Nabiki was the current target for his new found sexual drive, he was not oblivious to the many other cute and attractive girls he had encountered since being transferred to this world.

And as his male sides sexuality became more established, Ranma's female side naturally also started to develop inclinations. But with limiters. The first and most obvious was that Ranma had spent hardly any time at all as a female since coming to this world, and the time she had been a girl had not involved any assault on her sexuality.

The second limiter was Ranma's mental self image. As a female Ranma's sexuality was a mirror image of her male side. Meaning he liked girls, she liked boys. He was as sexual dominant, she was a sexual submissive. But her female heterosexuality conflicted greatly with Ranma's self image. Despite all evidence to the contrary, she felt she was still a boy despite her body, and the thought of doing anything sexual with another boy was anathema to her. So while her male side embraced his new found sexual liberation, Ranma-chan's subconscious fought tooth and nail against hers.

As for her submissive nature, however, she had no defenses against that, as she felt it to be natural not to be sexually aggressive as a girl.

Now, suddenly, Ranma-chan found her mental defenses breached. Ukyou was a girl, there could be no question of that fact. The way her large breasts strained the fabric of her too small leather vest gave ample evidence of that. Yet, long ago, in a universe far away, Ranma had mentally stuck Ukyou into the file in her mind that read, buddy, guy, boy.

Ranma-chan's mind and inclinations were suddenly both pushing in the same direction. A feeling of lust bubbled up inside her belly, causing a warm tingly feeling between her legs. And at the same time jealousy reared it's ugly head as Ranma alternated between directing doe like looks at Ukyou, and narrow eyed derision at Ukyou's companion. Mentally she was asking herself what Ukyou could possibly see in this overdressed poodle of a girl. She deserved much better. She deserved her.

This suddenly shocking emotional flood washed through Ranma in seconds, and the roaring in her ears eased just in time to hear Ukyou trying to sweet talk the girl she was with to unlock the gates to paradise.

"Come on, Tsubasa, you know you want it, sweety," Ukyou crooned as she wiggled her fingers between the little girl's tightly clasped thighs.

Ukyou had only been attending school for a week, having been sent down from the mountains by her mother to gain a bit of civilized polish. Ukyou had nothing but disdain for that idea, but had come eagerly to the school, her mind full of thoughts of all the cute girls she'd meet. Her expectations had been exceeded, and her hopes, pummeled. While there were more cute girls than you could shake a stick at, none of them seemed inclined to have anything to do with a rough hewn girl from the mountains.

It wasn't that many of them didn't find her attractive. She had sensed their interest in her. She knew that many of them wanted to let her tumble them, but she couldn't seem to break through the wall that separated her from them. It was very frustrating. It was also why, having managed to finally sweet talk one of them to take a walk in the bushes with her, she was not about to let Tsubasa wiggle away from her.

"Tsubasa!?" A husky, and very angry, female voice yelled out from above Ukyou. Ukyou had a vague impression of a girl dropping to the ground beside her, and then of a sudden shove separating her from the girl she was trying to feel up. Ukyou stumbled, and fell on her ass. Looking up, she spotted a little red-head advancing threateningly on Tsubasa.

Ukyou had been experiencing the first flaring of anger, but that eased as she got a good look at her attacker. What a cutey! Small and cuddly, with tits that begged to be fondled and kissed, and an ass that looked just the right size to fit into her hands.

"You fake!" the girl yelled at a cowering Tsubasa. Her hands reached out, grabbed two handfuls of Tsubasa's dress and yanked. The flimsy fabric shredded, and the brown hair girl was suddenly naked. Her hands and arms defensively tried to cover her small bosom and the downy brown fur of her pubic area, though Ukyou managed to get a brief look at the delicate little slit she had been trying to finger moments before.

Tsubasa gave a shrill cry and raced off, her torn dress clutched in her hands, leaving her attacker standing there with a stunned look on her face.

Ukyou got to her feet and approached the cute little red-head. "You want to tell me what this is all about, sugar?" she asked.

The red-head turned large blue eyes up toward her, surprise and puzzlement easily seen on her face. "She was a girl," she said, her voice expressing the same emotion as her expression.

"Yes, she was, and so are you," Ukyou said. "And seeing as how you chased her off, seems only fair you take her place," she added, moving in closer.

"Huh?" was all the red-head managed to get out before Ukyou leaned forward, cupped her head with one large callused hand and gave her a deep, tongue probing, kiss.

Ukyou leaned into the kiss, giving it everything she had while her free arm slipped around the small girl and she found that indeed, the girl's small ass was just the right size for her hand to cup. She felt the girl go tense, on the verge of struggling, but as her fingers kneaded her rear, she seemed to melt into Ukyou's arms, her mouth becoming an eager accomplice in the kiss the two were sharing.

Up until a few days ago Ranma's sexual imagination was, to be polite, limited. His curse gave him a lot more practical knowledge of what went where, but rather than being useful in fueling his wet-dreams, he just found it embarrassing. No boy should know that much about girls, was the line of thought he usually fell back on.

Back where he'd come from it had not been that difficult to suppress any sexual inclination his female form might have. His male form had a fairly low sex-drive, the energy being channeled into his martial arts. His complete refusal to even think of anything to do with sex while a girl was fairly easy as a result.

Since coming to this world, she had spent hardly anytime as a girl, and the one time she had been, she'd been focusing all her thoughts toward Nabiki, in annoyance and worry. As a result she was not in the least prepared for how powerful lust at first kiss could be in the right situation.

Ukyou's body was warm against her, the big girl's arms holding her tightly against her toned and tanned body. Her mouth was insistent in its ravaging of Ranma-chan's nearly virginal oral area. Ranma's brain was fogged with sudden unexpected desire. Yet she could not seem to bring herself to actively participate in what was happening to her. The best she could manage was to not fight back. Her arms hung limply, her knees were rubbery. Only Ukyou's hand on her ass kept her from slipping to a kneeling position on the ground.

A few seconds later that became moot as Ukyou herself gently eased herself downward, supporting Ranma the whole way till the little red-head was laying on her back on the soft humus of the forest floor. Ukyou still had one hand cradling the back of her head, holding her firmly in place as she continued to dance her tongue between Ranma's unresisting lips.

Ranma's mind was whirling in confusion. Part of her told her she should be struggling, trying to escape from Ukyou's octopus like clasp, but a larger part of her was thrilling in the feel of Ukyou's obvious desire for her and the way the mountain girl's experienced hands roamed over her body. A body that suddenly felt swollen and hot. Her breasts felt heavy against her chest and the space between her legs she always tried to avoid even thinking about was moist and almost painful from the amount of sensation it was channeling to Ranma's brain.

Ukyou supported herself half over Ranma, one of her long legs slipped between Ranma's splayed legs, her muscular thigh grinding into Ranma-chan's core. The hand that had been cupping Ranma's ass was now sliding up her side, pushing under her loose oversized shirt. Ranma gave a gasp into Ukyou's mouth as the other girl's callused hand latched onto her sensitive breast. Her fingers's skillfully playing with Ranma's swollen nipple, tugging and pinching lightly. Ranma arched her back slightly pushing her self firmly against that touch.

At last Ukyou pulled her mouth away from Ranma and looked down into her flushed face. Her face that had shown a lustful lechery when she'd first kissed the surprised red-head now wore an expression of surprise and revelation. "Damn girl, you are something else," she whispered as she gazed down at Ranma. Her hand gently massaged Ranma's breast and she felt the little girl's legs clenching against her leg as her thigh continued to rub against her sensitive middle.

Ranma's breath was coming in little pants and she looked up at Ukyou with wide eyes. A undefined desire filled her thoughts. She wanted something from Ukyou. She wanted it badly, but she lacked the experience or knowledge to define just what she wanted from the bigger girl. The frustration caused her to wrap her legs around Ukyou's larger limp and she hunched herself slightly, grinding her wet needy sex against Ukyou's firm muscular thigh.

Ukyou recovered at her sudden suprising connection with this little bit of fluff, and gave a grin as she levered herself more fully over the girl, pushing her leg firmly into Ranma's cleft. She abandoned her hold on Ranma's warm firm breast and with both hands caught hold of the little girl's wrists, pushing her arms over her head and pushing them down against the forest floor. She lowered her head and lightly kissed the red-head, pulling back when the girl tried to deepen the kiss. "Slowly, slowly, sweetheart," she murmured as she lowered her head again and lightly pecked against Ranma's lips before kissing down her chin and reaching her neck. Her forearms pinned Ranma's head in place as her leg started a steady pumping motion. Little gasps and whimpers emerged from the red-heads lips as she reciprocated Ukyou's motion.

A tingling electrical feeling was flowing up from Ranma's middle, growing and swelling, filling her world, till at last it exploded in her brain and she thrust and hunched and writhed under Ukyou, lost in her first female orgasm.

"Oh, sugar, you are so sweet I could spend all week eating you," Ukyou complimented her, giving Ranma a strange sense of warmth and security. She was so vulnerable in this position, but somehow she didn't find that fact something to worry about. She lay limp and sated, breathing hard as Ukyou lowered her head and playfully undid the top button of her shirt with her teeth, all the while holding Ranma's hands firmly against the ground. Another button popped open and Ukyou nuzzled aside Ranma's shirt, revealing the creamy globes of her breasts and her large firm erect nipples. With a cat-licking cream smile, she lowered her head, intent on sampling the bounty spread out before her.

A sudden ear splitting, tooth jarring siren shot Ukyou into an upright position. "What the hell!?" she yelled, looking all around.

"What is it?" Ranma-chan yelled, as she sat up with a flushed expression on her face. Her fingers re-buttoning her shirt.

"Some sort of alarm," Ukyou said getting to her feet. She moved to help Ranma up, but Ranma rose to her feet easily ignoring Ukyou's offered hand.

"Fire?" Ranma asked looking up through the trees for smoke.

"No. They had a drill my first day here a week ago. Fire alarm sounds different."

"THIS WAY!" a shrill familiar voice cried out a short distance away.

"Tsubasa," Ukyou said in surprise. "What is she . . ."

"Quick, who knows what the Amazon is doing to poor Ukyou-domo."

"Amazon?" Ukyou darted a look at the puzzled looking Ranma-chan. "You an Amazon, sugar?"

"Huh, Amazon?" Ranma said, surprised by Ukyou's question, part of her still thinking that Ukyou should know her better than that.

"There she is," Tsubasa said in triumph as she burst into the small clearing, followed by dozens of girls armed with various sporting equipment.

Conditioned reflexes took over as Ranma was presented with this familiar sight. She took off running.

The digger girls had been cut off by Ryonami when the tunnel had collapsed. They had dug frantically, fearing she'd been buried, and were greatly relieved when they broke through into the other section of the tunnel to see her laying on the ground. A second later they blinked in puzzlement as they realized she was bound. Her hands and arms pulled upward behind her back and secured to her ankles in a classic hog-tie. The thick object binding her legs and arms together ran down between her legs and up under her skirt.

One of the digger girls, curious, flipped up Ryonami's skirt, and looked. A look of disgust crossed her face as she saw where the handle of Kodachi's whip was. "Ewww, I'm not pulling that out," she exclaimed.

Conan walked with quick strides toward the girl's school, feeling a bit flustered as he readjusted his clothes. Why did every oversized woman on the planet feel compelled to cuddle him, he wondered in an aggrieved manner. Well, at least he was in the school grounds, he could start looking for Ranma, or whoever the person claiming to be Ranma was.

Akane was just bending over to pick up a towel from the change room floor when she felt a hand slip over her ass and an instant later give her a goose that made her rise up on tip-toes from surprise and shock.

"Oh, how lovely and firm. You've turned into a fine girl, Akane-chan," a familiar voice said, causing Akane's eyes to fly even further open in surprise.

She spun around, and her stomach gave a flip-flop as she recognized the head-master of the school, and her father's martial arts master. "Principal Happosai," she exclaimed.

"Such a clever girl," the man in question replied teasingly. Just a little shorter than Akane, with a solid muscular build, he was far from being classically handsome, but no girl knowing who he was would ever consider that a factor. Rumored to be the half breed son of a sex-demon, the lecherous man, at three-hundred, had the vitality of a man one tenth his age. It was said that he could reduce a half dozen slave girl to quivering exhaustion and be ready to party right after.

Of course, as one of his students, Akane would never be privileged to experience that first hand, but there was one activity that the principal regularly engaged in with the mature students. His goose to Akane had been an invitation to such an event, and even now he was looking at her expectantly. Her heart swelled, this was her first invitation, and further proof that she was now a woman. She knew her response. What girl in the school didn't?

"Well, Akane?" Happosai said, his voice still teasing.

"You little free-loader! How dare you sample me without paying for the privilege!" Akane screamed, and picked up a bench.

Happosai chortled in delight. He ducked past Akane's swing, and gave one of her nipples a pinch before racing off, fondling bottoms as he went. Each girl he molested eagerly took up the chase behind Akane, and soon their were two dozen naked girls chasing the spry old man through the school corridors and out into the surrounding grounds.

The sound of yells, from two different directions, caused Nabiki's ears to perk up. Not even Ranma could be in two places at once, so going by experience, which may or may not be valid in this world, Akane was likely involved in whatever was going on in the school, and Ranma in the one out by the trees. So that was the way she was going.

"Nabiki, what are you doing?" Akane said as she reached her, clearly befuddled, sister. "Don't you recognize an Amazonian raid alarm? We have to get over to the boy's school and be ready to defend the boys." Despite her words, Akane sounded far more excited than worried. For her part, Nabiki seemed more than a little bemused by Akane's state of dress, or rather, undress.

"You're going to defend the boys!?" a surprised voice said from over their heads, and a second later, Ranma-chan dropped from the tree above them.

Ranma was looking more than a little rumpled, her shirt was buttoned crookedly and her hair had dead leaves and twigs tangled in it. Her lips also looked suspiciously swollen and her complexion was more than a little flushed. All details Nabiki took in at a glance, and that Akane missed completely. "What are you doing here, Ranma? Like that?" she demanded, and an instant later said, "Don't tell me. I don't care. We have to get to the Amazon's before they are run off or defeated by someone else. I have to fight one of them!"

Ranma grabbed hold of Akane's arm, while doing her best not to look at Akane's naked charms. "Fight an Amazon! Are you nuts? Why would you want to do that?"

"Am I nuts? Are you nuts!? Why wouldn't I want to fight an Amazon? Can you think of a better way to get a free slave?"

"Free slave?" Nabiki suddenly asked, moving her glowering gaze away from Ranma-chan's back, and the dirt and litter collected there, and toward her sister.

"Oh come on. I know you know about that," Akane said in exasperation. "Why don't you quit covering for the sex-changing dummy and just say 'she' doesn't know?" Akane turned to face an indignant Ranma and explained. "Look, if you defeat an Amazon, you get her as a slave, free, just for beating her. And Amazon's bring, or used to bring, top dollars at auction. Not that I'd ever dream of selling her."

"Why not? Nabiki asked, her eyes showing yen signs.

Akane obviously found this question to be more in character for Nabiki and addressed her directly. "There is more in life than money, Nabiki. Besides, daddy would get most of it. Just think. If I can beat an Amazon, and take her as a slave for my family, all the top fighters will hear about it and want to challenge me. They'll know I'm worth the effort, and there is the chance that the Amazon might get thrown in with me in the bargain if they win. I"ll have loads and loads of challenges," she finished, her eyes starry. She directed a look at Ranma-chan and added. "So I won't have to wait for some people to find their balls and give me a decent challenge."

Akane trotted toward the gate, and this time Ranma made no effort to stop her. In truth, Ranma was finding the sight of Akane's bare ass a bit distracting, and she couldn't help but wonder what Ukyou's bare rear would look like. Would it be as tanned as the rest of her? A sudden hard, and painful impact on the top of her head drove those thoughts out of her mind.

"Ouch, what the heck did you do that for?" she demanded, whirling to face Nabiki who was scowling at her. Akane stopped and scowled back at the two of them, torn between chasing after her battle, and watching a potential cat-fight. The fact that no one really knew where the Amazon's were at the moment decided the matter. Defending the boys was just regulation, and had nothing to do with where the Amazon's had been seen. In fact, seeing as how she could hear no alarm from the boy's side, it was possible the Amazon's were on the school ground somewhere. She was as likely at the moment to run into the Amazon here as anywhere.

Nabiki didn't look the least little bit cowed by Ranma's anger, she scowled at her and demanded, "You want to tell me how you got all mussed up, 'Master."

Ranma looked taken aback, and blushed heavily under Nabiki's angry gaze. Nabiki's eyes narrowed even further as it became obvious that Ranma was scrambling for an answer. A clear indication that there was nothing innocent in how she had gotten in that shape. And even as she thought that, her eyes flew wide. "You didn't. Not with a boy!" she exclaimed in shock.

"No!" Ranma protested, at the top of her lungs. "That's disgusting! I'd never do that!" She said with reduced volume, but equal venom.

Nabiki believed her, not so much because of Ranma's words, as her body language, and her own experience with Ranma. But that left . . ."You bitch! You break that stupid bond, leaving me feeling like my guts are freezing, and get it on with some slut!"

"It ain't like that," Ranma protested. "Ukyou took me by surprise . . ."

"There you are, sugar." Had me worried there for a while. See you escaped the silly twats," Ukyou announced as she emerged silently out of the trees. She ran her eyes appreciatively up and down Nabiki's body and asked, "who's your friend?"

Nabiki bit her lip just in time. She couldn't believe she had been about to say she wasn't Ranma's friend, but her slave, just as in her own world she would have said she was Ranma's wife or girlfriend. This world was really starting to mess up her mind. Before she had a chance to think of some other reply, they were interrupted yet again.

"There she is, there's the Amazon!" a shrill voice cried out. A crowd of girls, lead by a girl dressed in the tattered remains of an overly frilly dress burst from the trees. It was the leader who had yelled out, and who was now pointing directly at Ranma.

"You're the Amazon?" Akane exclaimed.

Tsubasa interpreted Akane's expression of disappointment and annoyance as disgust at finding a viper in her midst. "That's right. She attacked me in the forest."

"You did it with that?" Nabiki asked in incredulity. Looking Tsubasa up and down.

"Are you kidding me, she'd give me diabetes," Ranma exclaimed. Drawing blank looks from everyone but Nabiki.

"Don't be an idiot, Ranma isn't an Amazon," Akane said.

Nabiki, feeling vindictive, and seeing a chance to direct a little payback toward Ranma, said, "I wouldn't be too sure about that, Akane. What do we know about her? She was in China. We know that. Maybe the real Ranma was replaced by an Amazon? We only have her word and her father's for how the curse works. What if it works the opposite of the way she says." Nabiki cheerfully ignored Ranma's frantic hand gestures to shut up about the curse.

Akane's eyes widened at that. "You're right." She directed a penetrating look at Ranma who stopped waving her hands in the air and gave Akane an incredulous look.

"What curse would that be?" A young voice asked.

"Conan . . . I mean, whatever do you mean little boy," Ranma said, stumbling over her words.

"Oh, real smooth, Saotome," Nabiki said, rolling her eyes.

"Well, you're not exactly helping," Ranma snapped at her.

"Enough talk, let's get the Amazon," Tsubasa shouted as she tried to goad her followers into attacking. Her followers didn't move. Tsubasa was a known hysteric, and Ranma was not really all that impressive looking at the moment, and wasn't doing anything Amazon like.

"Lets not," Ukyou said, a dangerous tone in her voice as she stepped next to Ranma and wrapped the startled girl in a protective embrace.

For a fraction of a second Ranma felt pleasure at Ukyou's move, and comfort in her defense, and then old reflexes shoved aside new inclinations and she shoved herself free of Ukyou's arm. "I don't need no protection from anything, least of all them," she said in a firm voice.

For a second Ukyou looked hurt, but then a rather predatory look appeared on her face, and she smoothly said. "Sorry, sugar. You're right. You don't need anyone . . . to fight for you." left unsaid, but implied strongly by posture and tone, was that Ranma needed someone for something else, and that Ukyou had every intention of being that someone.

Having good instincts, but sucking at reading sub-text, Ranma rather nervously regarded Ukyou before saying. "Damn right."

Nabiki on the other hand was very, very, good at hearing unspoken words, and she narrowed her gaze venomously as she stared at Ukyou. The taller more muscular girl ignored her daggers gaze. She had eyes only for Ranma.

Akane, in the meantime, was still mulling over Nabiki's teasing words of earlier. Akane wasn't stupid, but she tended to focus her thoughts along a very narrow path. That could be good in some circumstances, but downright disastrous when lateral thought was required. How did they know Ranma wasn't an Amazon? They only had her word that she was who she said she was. If it was possible to turn a boy into a girl, why wouldn't it be possible to turn a girl into a boy? And why not some specific boy? Now that she thought about it, Ranma was freakishly good at the martial arts. Everyone knew that boys had a natural talent for fighting, but lacked the discipline to gain proficiency at an early age. Akane had always expected to be beat by some man twice or three times her age with lots of practical experience. On the other hand, if she was really an Amazon, that would explain her talent. First, she could be much older than she claimed, and even if she as old as she said, everyone knew that Amazon's made a fetish out of fighting. Only warriors were full citizens in their culture.

All this while, Conan had been standing quietly in the background, observing. Ranma's ability to change gender was indisputable. He's seen it with his own eyes. In the last year he had researched transformation magic exhaustively. To do what Ranma did took major magic. Conan glanced at his jacket collar, where a special magical emblem was embroidered. Designed to react in the presence of demonic magic. It was not reacting in the least, meaning that Ranma's change was not demonic in origin. A glance at the other side of his collar showed no evidence of sacred magic. So that left mortal magic. And Conan had never heard or read of a spell that could do what Ranma did. And that meant the magic that was doing it was not native to Japan.

Conan had heard Nabiki mention that Ranma had been in China, confirming something Ranma had himself had mentioned. Everyone knew that the Amazon's were highly advanced in the magical arts. Was Ranma really an Amazon? Casually he pulled a large pocket watch out of his jacket pocket and held it so the small knock-out dart inside it was pointed at Ranma.

Ranma was sweating nervously in the middle of a ring of people who were all looking at her calculating looks. She felt like the last sale item in a bargain bin. A reference culled from her one and only time shopping with Kasumi.

The tableau held for a few seconds, and then.

Principal Happosai bounded back into the school yard, easily clearing the wall between the boy's and girl's sides. He had intended to take a quick pass to make sure all the older girl's were heading toward the boy's side.

A waste of time he felt, what red-blooded young girl wouldn't take this chance to get up close and personal with a potential future master, and impress him with her qualities.

More likely, was that he'd have to shoo some of the younger girls back to the building and the security of their teachers and the security staff.

He had not expected to spot a large gathering of senior students just standing around in a group, and giving no indication that they were about to head out anytime soon.

His face creased in an annoyed scowl. There would be some sore bottoms on the walk home this evening. These alarms were serious, darn it. Really, he didn't know what was wrong with the younger generation . . .

Happosai's internal monologue shut off like a switch when his still keen eyes spotted a flash of bright red-hair. A very unusual color to find in Japan, but like several other primary colors, common to the Amazon's. For a girl to have that color meant she was either an Amazon, or of Amazon decent, and he knew for a fact that there were no girl's registered in the school at the moment with that hair color.

He knew, he made a point of checking out each senior girl's natural hair color as soon as she was old enough to play tag with him.

So, who was this girl?"

Tsubasa, who was more than a little unhappy with the red-headed cow who had stolen away the girl she'd spent all week luring into the bushes, spotted the Headmaster standing some distance away and staring at them.

"Headmaster!" she yelled out, jumping up and down and waving her hands in the air. "Her she is! The Amazon! Come and get her!"

"What did you do that for!" Ukyou demanded.

Tsubasa tried to paste a wounded look over her vindictive expression. "Ukyou-san, how can you like that ugly Amazon?"

A vein twitched on Ranma's forehead. "Ugly," she repeated in an outraged voice. "Who are you calling, ugly, you run-away cake decoration?"

Ranma turned to Ukyou, taking hold of the taller girl's arm and pressing her breast firmly against it as she got right up close to the mountain girl. "You don't think I'm ugly. Do you, Ukyou?"

Conan took a look at Nabiki's face as she glared at the back of Ranma's head, and returned his pocket watch to his jacket. He didn't know what was going on with Ranma and her gender switching, but he was willing to stake his reputation that she was not dangerous. Stupid, yes. Dangerous, no.

In the bushes, concealed from the rest of the girls, and Conan, Kodachi watched. Not Ranma, like the other girls. Her eyes were only for Akane, who was scowling at the strange girl who had somehow substituted herself for Ranma.

Kodachi was not about to surrender her grip on sanity, no after all she went through to keep it. What she had seen happen to Ranma had to have been some sort of trick. She would ask Ranma about it later, when they had some privacy. For now however . . .

Kodachi drank in the glory of Akane's nude form, her mind calling up many pleasant memories of the time she had felt those firm muscles and curves pressing against her own. A tear ran down one cheek as she murmured, "Akane-sama, why?"

Nabiki was seeing red, and had an Akane moment. But before the sword in her hand could splinter over Ranma's head, she was interrupted.

Ranma was frozen in place, her breasts flattened against Ukyou's muscular arm. Her heart gave a loud 'Ka-thump', and a blush decorated her cheeks. What had started out as way of tormenting Tsubasa had suddenly shifted, and she found herself being very aware of every inch of her skin. Which was a bad thing as just as she was trying to work up the will to move away from Ukyou, a muscular hand got a good grip on her ass and squeezed, hard. And both of Ukyou's hands were accounted for.

"ahhhhhh," Ranma cried out in surprise and shock. Her back arched, driving her groin into Ukyou's leg as she tried to draw away from the hand that was fondling her backside in a very intimate manner.

"Principal Happosai! Thank goodness you are here. This Amazon assaulted me."

Ranma's pig-tail stood out from her head as if electrified and a shudder of horror shook her whole body. "Happosai," she growled out. Pushing herself away from Ukyou, shivering in distaste at the increased pressure on her rear, she spun away from the groping hand and drove a punch at what should have been the top of the perverts head. Only to find a muscular thigh interposed in the way of her fist, absorbing and stopping her blow.

"My compliments, Ukyou-chan. You sure can pick them," Happosai chortled. "Though she does fight dirty."

Ranma would have protested, except the remark made her realize that if the bastard had not moved, she would have driven her fist straight into her balls. She had no objection to nutting the freak, but not without some sort of latex glove on her hand. "Yuck," she said in disgust jumping backward, and landing with her ass pressed into Tsubasa's belly. She gave a quick bump, and sent the cutesy girl sprawling on the ground, her legs spread and her pale brown hair doing a very poor job of concealing her charms before she gave a cry of dismay and covered her merchandise.

Ranma ignored Tsubasa. She was too busy staring open mouthed at . . . Happosai? Instead of the wrinkled little gnome she was used to, a solidly build, if no taller than her, man stood in front of her. Instead of looking as old as dirt, he looked a well preserved fifty at the most. Instead of a completely bald head, he possessed a full head of iron grey hair. The only thing slightly similar to the person Ranma remembered was the lecherous look in his eyes as he ran them over her curves.

"You're not Happosai," Ranma said in an uncertain voice.

Behind Ranma, Nabiki rolled her eyes in exasperation. Though she too was surprised by the man's appearance. The resemblance between this Happosai and the one they knew was the same as that between a raisin, and a grape. You are told they are the same, but look as you will, you can't see it.

"Ah, you wound an old man," Happosai replied to Ranma's remark, a twinkle in his eye. "I guess I don't look like the legends at that. "How do I look in the stories?" He asked in curiosity.. "Eight feet tall, with a foot long cock?"

Ranma found herself blushing, which annoyed the hell out of her, "Nah, a wrinkled little pervert who's all talk and no action!" she retorted.

Happosai tossed back his head and laughed. "Oh, you are a sassy one. I'm going to enjoy showing you just how much action I'm capable of. Just you wait till I have you're bent over a slave bench and I claim you as mine."

"I ain't no slave!" Ranma retorted, even as her stomach gave a lurch. Happosai's words had brought back the memories of her first moments in this world, and what she'd done with Nabiki. Till this moment she had never even considered the possibility that she might find herself in Nabiki's position. Both past and present.

"Maybe not, but once I beat you, your own laws will make you submit."

Ranma blinked, "Wha?"

"He thinks you're an Amazon dummy," Nabiki said with an acid tone.

"I ain't an Amazon!"

Happosai cocked an eye, and said. "Oh, and who is your family."

"I'm Saotome Ranma ! Of the School of Indiscriminate Grappling!"

In the bushes, Kodachi eyes widened. Was that true? Was the girl really Ranma? Had she really seen what she had seen? Maybe she wasn't suffering delusions again?

Nabiki and Akane looked across at each other, and for the first time since she had come to this world, Nabiki felt a real connection with her new sister.

What an idiot.

Nabiki hastily stepped between Ranma and Happosai. "You have to forgive her headmaster, she still has trouble with her new name. It's not Ranma, it's Ranko. My master's father gave it to her when they adopted her in China. Isn't that right, Ranko," she said, slipping an elbow into Ranma's gut.

Ranma, or rather, Ranko, flinched slightly, not from Nabiki's blow, but from the realization that she'd spouted out her real name without any thought of the consequences. She could become a slave in this world! The idea was frightening, scaring her in a way she had never experienced before. It filled her with nausea, but also with something else. Something that her mind jumped through hoops to avoid thinking about. And the best way to not think, was to fight.

"Enough talk!" she yelled out leaping forward and driving a fist at Happosai's face. "You'll pay for touching my ass like that."

Ranma had expected Happosai to dodge, instead he held up a hand and seemed to casually stop her punch by catching her fist in full flight. His thick fingers closed around her smaller hand with firm pressure. "Is that a challenge I hear," he chortled. "Very well, give me a good fight, and I might even keep you instead of selling you once I defeat you."

"Like hell!" Ranma said, using his grip on her as a pivot point to swing her legs free of the ground and direct two swift blows toward his head.

Happosai moved slightly and each small foot brushed just by his head, the wind of their passing ruffling his grey hair. He was about to make a smart remark when Ranma's right foot retracted and hooked itself around the back of his neck. Her left foot pulled backward into her belly and she planted itself firmly into Happosai's stomach as she rolled backward, dragging him down toward her. The sudden gleam in Happosai's eyes as he toppled toward her body gave Ranma a sudden surge of adrenaline and she pushed upward with all her might with the foot in his belly. Happosai sailed high into the sky, over the heads of the group of girls, heading straight toward the wall that surrounded the school.

Happosai spun lightly in the air, and landed on the wall feet first, where he seemed to hang for a second before launching himself directly at Ranma. He went into an immediate attack, his feet and hands flashing toward Ranma as she frantically parried.

Ranma did her best, tried to summon up the speed she was used to using. But she lacked the ki reserves to manifest a full Amigurikan level speed. Happosai's hands flashed through her defenses and pinched and prodded her breasts causing them to tingle with sensations. A hand darted between her legs and she went up on tiptoes as the fabric of her pants and undershorts was pressed into her cleft. A gasp escaped her lips, and not just of shock.

"You're a responsive little thing. I look forward to seeing just how responsive," Happosai chortled.

Ranma was starting to feel panic, like nothing she had ever felt before. Genma had erased any fear she might once have had over receiving a beating. That was a routine part of her life. But what Happosai was threatening her with was something her mind could not deal with. She frantically sought some way of defeating him. How could she do it? This body simply didn't have the abilities she needed. She was too weak! . . . Ranma's eyes suddenly widened as she remembered one technique where weakness didn't matter. Now if she just had enough Ki to pull it off.

"Hey, old freak, take a look at these," Ranma said, pulling her shirt off and bouncing her breasts in front of Happosai. They were flushed and bore the imprint of his fingers, and her nipples were standing up perky and proud. "Take a good look, because this is as close as you're ever going to get to them.

"We'll see about that, girl," Happosai chortled as he advanced on her.

Ranma retreated, leading the Headmaster on a chase, that slowly turned into a spiral as she worked her way to the conclusion of her Hiryuu Shouten Ha

"Now I have you," Ranma cried out . . .

"Hiryuu Shouten Ha!" Ranma cried out, driving her fist into the air and completing the mix of her cold Ki and Happosai's hot lust aura. She smirked at the expression on his face as the sudden twister picked him up off the ground and flung him high into the air. Oh sure, it was a wimp of an effect compared to his usual, but she'd done it, that was the important thi-n-g. . .

The various girls, and one pre-teen boys watched wide eyed as Headmaster Happosai was tossed high into the air, and Ranma slowly keeled over and fell flat on her face.

"Saotome!" Nabiki cried out and rushed forward, along with Ukyou, and Akane and Conan trailing behind. "You idiot!" Nabiki cried, rolling Ranma-chan over on her back and supporting her limp head her knees. "What were you thinking? Picking a fight with him like that. Don't you realize what might have happened to you?" Her voice was a mix of hot anger and relief.

Nabiki stared up into the sky where Happosai was still a visible spec, her eyes narrowed in concentration as she tried to estimate how much time she had. She was under no delusion in regards to thinking this robust version of Happosai was down for the count. He had merely been tossed out of the ring and she had to get Ranma out of here and changed.

Nabiki gave a grunt as she tried to pull Ranma to her feet, but the little girl was a dead weight. Even though she at best topped the scale at around ninety pounds, that was more than Nabiki could handle. She was about to scream at Akane to give her a hand when Ukyou reached down and plucked Ranma easily off the ground and tossed her over her shoulder. "Where to, sugar?" she asked.

Resentment boiled up in Nabiki at the girl interfering like this, but she tamped it down. She wasn't going to be like Ranma's former fiancees quarreling while the world came apart around them. "Home, we need to get her home before," she looked upward as she tried to decide how Ukyou would react to the suggestion she was dragging Ranma away before Happosai landed.

She needn't have worried. Ukyou had been awestruck by Ranma's fighting, and her beauty, but she had also realized that the little red-head was going to lose. The thought of having the little girl snatched away before she ever had a chance to snuggle under a bear-skin with her was unbearable. Maybe Ranma . . .Ranko? would resent her doing this, but she had to do it. She started jogging toward the gate, the little girl light on her shoulder as she cupped a hand around one pert butt cheek to hold her in place. "Lead the way, sugar," Ukyou urged Nabiki.

"Hey!" Akane protested. "You can't haul her out of the middle of a fight!"

Nabiki directed a look at Akane that made her back up. "Are you forgetting 'Ranko's' condition, sister-dear. Do you really think the Headmaster would be happy to have a slave with her unique problem?"

"Uh, no, I guess not," Akane admitted. She trotted along beside her sister, and they both followed after Ukyou. Once through the gate Nabiki hurried ahead to guide Ukyou to the Tendo home.

Conan watched them go. He fought the urge to follow. He thought it unlikely he'd learn anymore from Ranma this day.

With Akane gone, Kodachi emerged from the bushes to stand beside Conan. "Ranma really changed, didn't he . . .she?"

"Yes, she, or he, did. What do you plan on doing about it?"

Kodachi gave a short bitter laugh. "Keep my mouth shut. I'll not give my dear sweet father or brother a chance to doubt my sanity again. Look where that got me last time," she said, gesturing at her masculine apparel.

"Well, thank's for the help, Ukyou," Nabiki said in a grudging tone outside the Tendo home. "We can take it from here."

Ukyou wanted to protest, but she could see by the look in Nabiki's eyes that it would not do any good, so she handed Ranma to Akane and watched as the three girls disappeared through the gate into their home. She gave a sigh and started walking back to the school, and her cold lonely dorm room.

"Happosai landed with a thud that buried his feet up to the ankles in the hard packed soil of the school yard. With a grunt he removed first one foot and then another from the ground. Then without a word to any of the watching girls he started to walk back toward his office, his mind lost in thought.

There was no question that the red-head was the Amazon that the alarm had went off over. And there was also no doubt in his mind that she had somehow learned a genuine secret amazon technique. It had been over two centuries, but you never forgot having a move like the Hiryuu Shouten Ha used on you. That was impressive as hell. It was a good thing he knew for a fact she wasn't an Amazon, or a real girl for that matter.

Thank goodness Genma had approached him the other day begging for help to find a cure for his curse, and that of his son, or else he might have made a horrible mistake. If not for the fact the red-head was really his old student's son he'd be moving heaven and earth to make her his slave. He gave a chuckle, not that he'd let on to the boy that he knew the truth. It was too good a joke to give away. He envisioned much fun over the next few years.

Now what could he do to see that Ranma got the a proper education, one that someone in his/her unique position deserved . . .

Ranma gave a slight groan and sat up in what turned out to be his own bed. Memory returned and he hastily ran hands over his body. He gave a sigh of relief at finding himself fully male. A shiver ran up his back as he though how close he had come to . . . No! He couldn't even think about it!

"Oh, you're awake," Nabiki said from the entrance to the bathing room. She had a pan of water in her hand and a small washcloth draped over her forearm. She was glaring at him, but their was an undercurrent of relief in both her voice and expression.

On Ranma's part, he was suddenly very aware of the shape of her body under her short slave tunic. A sudden urge to reaffirm his masculinity had him off the bed and striding toward Nabiki who eyes went wide at his approach.

There was a clatter and splash of water, followed by the sound of Ranma crying out in exasperation, and a female voice, "Oh, man!"

Nabiki's legs buckled and she let out a soft moan as she once again went through withdrawal symptoms as her slave bond with Ranma was severed.

Ranma, much less affected because the slave bond was biased to transfer more information from the master to the slave than the other way around, caught Nabiki before she could fall to the floor. "Nabiki! What's the matter?"

"Your fault, bastard," Nabiki slurred out through teeth that chattered.

"What did I do?" Ranma cried out, guilt flooding through her at Nabiki's words. She didn't know what she'd done, but Nabiki's behavior was so out of character that she found herself believing the other girl's words. Not that Nabiki would not lie to Ranma, or try to manipulate her. She'd done it often. But, somehow, Ranma could not make herself believe Nabiki was faking this.

"Slave bond," Nabiki got out, her voice starting to firm as the sudden shock to her system started to ease. Still, she was too preoccupied with her condition to focus fully on Ranma. The spells were getting worse, she thought with dread. She'd hoped that she'd get used to the sudden breaking, but she wasn't. Instead, each time seemed to be worse, as if her nervous system was being rubbed raw and left more and more exposed each time.

"What about the slave bond? How is it doing this to you? We have to get break it if it's doing this to you," Ranma said frantically.

Nabiki let out a bitter laugh. "Idiot," she said. "Don't you get it, Saotome? You've already broken it. Every time you change into a girl, you break it."

"Huh?"

"Help me to the bed," Nabiki demanded, rather than clearing up the mystery for Ranma.

Once Ranma had half-carried her to the bed and eased her down on it, and got her a glass of water, and fluffed her pillow, and put her feet up, Nabiki felt more ready to explain. Besides, she didn't think she could push the situation much further, and was starting to feel a bit guilty herself at the expression of worry on Ranma's face.

"Look, Saotome. It's simple. I am Ranma's Saotome's slave, not Ranko Saotome's slave. Every time he goes away, and you come out to play, I lose my master, and the slave bond breaks."

"That's not true!" Ranma protested. "I'm the same person."

"Oh, well that's all right then. I"m just imagining that my guts are getting cut out of my belly every time you shift forms. I'll just give myself a stern talking too and everything will be all right."

"You don't have to be like that," Ranma retorted, her instinctive reaction to always be to fight back against an assault, no matter what form it took. But her words were barely out of her mouth when a contrite look came over her face and she said, "I'm sorry, is it really that bad, Nabiki?"

Nabiki had never believed in discounting her pain. Unlike Akane, if she hurt, she let the world know about it, in one way or another. "Damn right it's bad, Saotome. I feel like I've jumped in a ice filled bath every time you change."

Ranma twisted her hands together. She hated having to deal with situations where she couldn't think with her feet of fists. "What can I do? Should we cancel the slave bond between us?"

Nabiki was tempted, not because she disliked being Ranma's slave. Well, there were things about it she could have done without, but to not have him in her bed anymore! To not experience one of those feedback orgasms again! She didn't want to give those up.

Besides in this world, that was the status quo, this worlds version of marriage. If she wasn't with Ranma, it would eventually be someone else. Plus, she'd come to this world because she'd made a stupid wish to be Ranma's slave. Who knew what would happen if she wasn't Ranma's slave anymore. Maybe she'd be sent to another world where she was Ranma's slave. "No, I don't think it would be a good idea. We don't know enough about this world, doing that might cause questions we don't want, and can't, answer."

While Nabiki had been thinking, Ranma had been as well. "Well then, what we need is for you to be a slave to both my forms. I need to make you a slave to my girl side."

Nabiki's eyes widened, that might work, but then her expression turned stubborn. "Why should I be your slave?" she asked.

"Huh? So you don't get hit hard when I change."

"So why do I have to be your slave? Why can't you be my slave? That way we'll still be linked when you change."

"You can't do that! I'm a guy!" Ranma protested.

Nabiki casually reached up and cupped one of Ranma's bare-breasts. "Oh, really?" she asked as she fondled Ranma, her fingers lightly pinching her large nipple between them."

Ranma gave a surprised yelp, but did not jerk away from Nabiki's hand. "Don't do that," she protested.

"Why not? Don't you like it?" Nabiki asked. She was enjoying the mingled look of discomfort and pleasure on Ranma face. She also hadn't missed the fact that Ranma could have easily have pulled away, but wasn't. "You like it when a girl touches you like this. Did you like it when Ukyou did it?"

"hmmmm, yea, it was nice," Ranma murmured leaning into Nabiki's hand.

"You little slut!" Nabiki yelled, sitting up and dumping Ranma on the floor.

"Huh, wha?" Ranma said in confusion, blinking up at Nabiki in puzzlement.

"I knew it. I knew it. You did it with her in the bushes. You couldn't wait to run around behind my back!"

"It wasn't like that," Ranma protested. "She caught me by surprise. I couldn't stop her."

"Oh right, like I'll believe that! I've seen you fight. I just saw you fight! Are you telling me Ukyou was too tough for you?"

Ranma blushed and could not meet Nabiki's eyes. In truth, she didn't really understand why she hadn't fought off Ukyou. She could have, but at the time . . . "I can't hit a girl," she in a faint voice.

"Oh, is that so. What about girl's hitting you? Can you do that? You certainly used to let Akane do it a lot. Is that what you want me to do? Hit you?"

"What? No! Hey, what are you doing," Ranma protested as Nabiki yanked her up off the floor by one arm, her anger giving her strength.

"Guess," Nabiki said.

Ranma gave a startled yell as Nabiki twisted her arm and yanked, falling backward onto the bed to give herself more leverage. Ranma took one step and her legs struck against Nabiki's outstretched ones. Nabiki gave another jerk and the off balanced Ranma fell forward over Nabiki's lap. Before she could even protest, or try to roll off, Nabiki's hand landed with a hard smack on her upturned rear. "Ouch! What are you doing, Nabiki?"

"Now that's a dumb question," Nabiki said in an acerbic tone. Her temper was not in the least improved by the stinging sensations in her fingers. She waved her hand in the air to cool the heat. "Damn, Saotome, I always new you were a hard-ass, but this is ridiculous.

"Serves you right," Ranma retorted, rolling off of Nabiki's lap and to her feet. She rubbed her abused rear with both hands. It wasn't that Nabiki had actually hurt her, but the place where her hand had landed was sending very strong messages to her brain despite that. Messages that Ranma didn't really know how to handle.

"Why, because I didn't act like a meek little slave and let you do what you wanted to me," Nabiki said. She got to her own feet and advanced on Ranma, who backed away nervously, until her back hit a wall. "Well, I got news for you, Ranma-chan, I'm not your slave. I don't have to do what you say, or what you want. I can do what I want, and what I want is this," Nabiki lowered her head and kissed Ranma letting her body press against the smaller girl.

Ranma was flustered and confused. Nabiki's single blow was still lingering, and the heat from it was spreading between her legs. And now she was being kissed, very expertly and that was causing a whole new wave of heat to spread through her body. Moving downward to meet the heat radiating from her groin.

When Ranma had come to this dimension, she'd been given the knowledge needed to make her Nabiki's perfect master. All the expertise and confidence around women her counterpart had worked years gaining was her's. But none of that seemed to make a bit of difference when she was a girl herself. None of that information was available to her when she was in this body.

Worse, she still had the same strong desires she had as a guy, but she lacked the assurance to aggressively seek out relief from them. That had made is oh so easy to simply give in and let Ukyou, and now Nabiki have their way with her. In fact, the download from the other Ranma made the situation even worse as his mind set had been firmly locked into the idea that women were submissive. That had been a great help to Ranma as a guy, allowing him to be aggressive and dominant with Nabiki. But, as a girl, she was finding that it even affected her self image when she was a girl. Being sexually submissive was a good thing. The only up side was that she seemed able to direct the desire to be dominated toward female partners She didn't know what she'd do if she started feeling this way about guys.

Ranma gave a soft moan as Nabiki's hand slid down her sides and in around the small of her back, pressing between her body and the wall, and then easing down to cup her petite rear. "Ouch! Ranma cried out in shock, her eyes going wide as Nabiki pinched her hard on both ass cheeks. The sudden sharp pain breaking her out of her dazed state. Pinned as she was against the wall, she couldn't escape without forcing herself away from Nabiki, and she found she was reluctant to do that. So she tried to bluster her way out of her situation. "Nabiki, stop that right now!" she ordered the taller girl.

"Or what? You'll punish me?"

"Damn right."

"How?"

"Huh? What do you mean how? I'll punish you that's all."

"How will you punish me," Nabiki asked, pressing her self against Ranma, her breasts slipping over top of the smaller girl's bountiful gifts and pressing up under Ranma's chin, forcing her to turn her face up toward Nabiki. "Will you switch me? Like Father did Kimiko?"

Ranma's face was turning red and she was sweating at Nabiki's close proximity and from the way Nabiki's hands were kneading her backside. Not to mention the way her breasts were cradling her face. "Yes," she said with a little gasp.

"But that's so impersonal," Nabiki protested. "Wouldn't you rather lay me over your lap and spank me with your hard bare hand?" she asked in a husky voice.

Ranma was becoming more and more turned on. It should have been at the thought of turning Nabiki over her knee and spanking her till her shapely bottom was as red as a cherry, but somehow she couldn't make the image stick in her mind. She'd struggle and imagine herself as a guy, laying into Nabiki hard, but each time she started to relax into the fantasy the girl over the boy's lap would change to herself, and the boy would change to either Ukyou or Nabiki, with the bias moving more and more toward Nabiki as that girl's hands wandered over her buttocks.

"Or maybe I've been too bad for that," Nabiki said, leaning down so her mouth was next to Ranma's ear. "Maybe you'd like to hang me up by my wrists, with my toes barely touching the ground, and whip me till I scream for your hard cock to fill me to the brim."

"Yes, that, I want that," Ranma panted.

"Oh, master, you are so strong," Nabiki purred letting her body slide down Ranma's, her breasts compressing against Ranma's for a second until they slid free and over her belly as Nabiki continued to lower herself. Nabiki paused to take one of Ranma's nipples in her mouth, sucking hard and making it swell inside her warm oral cavity. She lashed the captured nub with her tongue, drawing a gasp from Ranma. Drawing away, leaving a trailer of spit hanging between her mouth and Ranma's breast for a second, she started to kiss her way down Ranma's belly till her nose nuzzled into Ranma's copper curls and she could breath in the heady scent of the small girl's arousal.

"Do you want me to make you feel good before you whip me Master?" Nabiki asked, puffing a breath of air over Ranma's engorged sex.

"Oh, god yes," Ranma said, bucking her hips toward Nabiki's face.

"Well you aren't going to get it," Nabiki snapped back, her sultry voice suddenly showing the underlying anger behind her actions. She rolled back on her heels and rose to her feet, leaving her glowering down at Ranma's flushed countenance. "You've caused me grief, Ranko, and you're the one who deserves to be punished. Don't you think so?"

"Wha, Nabiki, what?"

"Do you think it's fair that you switch to a girl and go off to have fun while I'm being twisted up inside because the slave bond broke?" Nabiki demanded, not giving Ranma time to gather her thoughts.

"No, I mean, I didn't know,"

"Oh, so that makes it ok. It doesn't matter how much you hurt me. Because you didn't mean to do it."

"That's not what I meant."

"Oh, so you do think you should be punished for being so thoughtless?"

"Yes, I mean . . ."

"Good, then let's do it," Nabiki said with a smirk as she took hold of Ranma's arm and dragged the girl across the room.

"Wait, Nabiki," Ranma protested, but did little to stop Nabiki as she was pulled across the bed toward the footboard of the bed. Her eyes went wide as she suddenly remembered the scene she's stumbled onto the day before. Her mom, No-chan, draped over a bed just like this one, while Nabiki's mom Kimiko switched her bottom, and pleasured her to the heights of ecstasy. Her stomach was suddenly churning with need, and she offered little resistance as Nabiki pushed her muscular belly down over the padded top of the footboard, and she only made token protests as Nabiki secured her ankles and wrists with the leather straps that were part of the bed's equipment.

Nabiki was feeling more that a little flushed herself as she finished tying Ranma's down. She stepped back and admired the wide legged stance of the little girl. All her bounty exposed and vulnerable. Ranma was certainly lucky she wasn't a boy, because there was no way she'd have been able to resist taking advantage of what Ranma was offering, right this second.

Nabiki was trembling in anticipation as she plucked one of several switches that were resting in a tall narrow case beside the bedroom door. Nabiki was by preference, submissive, she had truly enjoyed being Ranma's slave. But back home she had never been able to let that part of her show, and in her few relationships, with both male and female, she had been the dominate one, the aggressor, the one who called the shots. That had left the boys with blue balls, and the girls with sore tongues, but she'd never gone as far as she planned on going with Ranma, and she was finding the idea of switching the pert bottom in front of her exciting.

But not so exciting that she failed to snatch Ranma's heavy seal ring from where it rested on the night stand and slipped it on her finger. It was loose, and would have fallen free if she had not clenched that hand tightly around the switch.

"Now where shall we start," Nabiki said in a husky voice as she trailed the tip of the switch over Ranma's bottom, causing it to quiver and flex.

"Just get it over with," Ranma demanded, her voice husky with mingled dread and anticipation. "Ouch," She cried out in surprise as Nabiki delivered a stinging lash across both her cheeks.

"Silence you! I'm the one giving the orders here," she said. "This will last as long as I want." As she talked she let the tip of her switch slip between Ranma's legs and she lifted it slightly so it pressed between the folds of her sex, parting them and rubbing against Ranma's delicate inner flesh.

"Ahhhhhh," Ranma cried out and her butt clenched as she tried to squeeze herself around the slim switch.

"Oh, so you like that," Nabiki purred slipping the slender want back and forth, rubbing Ranma's clit and inner flesh with the smooth surface that quickly picked up a glistening coating from Ranma's arousal. "Maybe you like it too much," she said, pulling the slender staff free and raising it high. "How do you like this."

Ranma gave a sudden cry as Nabiki lashed down, laying another stripe next to the one already decorating her ass. Again and again the switch lifted and fell. Ranma twitched and twisted but could not escape the angry sting. But even with the sharp burning across her muscular ass, she was still a swamp between her legs, her arousal not retreating, but instead growing.

After the tenth stroke, Nabiki dropped to her knees, letting the switch fall free as she rested both hands on Ranma welted ass and pulled her wide so she could bury her face between them and drive her tongue deep into Ranma's wet depths.

The cries Ranma had emitted while being switched paled in comparison to the ones she let loose now as Nabiki's talented tongue seemed to find every super sensitive nerve she possessed. Her pleasure cascaded, growing higher and higher, and as she crested the top and gave a howl of release, a round cold object was pressed firmly against her bottom.