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by T.H. Tiger
Some part of Ranma's mind recognized what it was that Nabiki was pressing against her ass, and her climax re-doubled. She lifted her head high, causing her back to arc and her large breasts to bounce as she howled out her powerful release.
The smirk on Nabiki's face turned to puzzlement as she felt no responding sense of warmth flooding through her. She lifted Ranma's seal from against the red-heads mottled ass and stared at what was under it. Other than the welts from her switching, Ranma's firm rear was unblemished by any sign of the mark Nabiki's own posterior carried as testimony to her enslavement to Ranma. The mark that vanished every time Ranma changed form.
The adrenaline rush that had sustained her through her encounter with Ranma-chan subsided and the chill gut twisting of slave withdrawal reasserted itself. Tears trickled from under Nabiki's clenched eyelids as she forced herself to her feet and stumbled to the washroom.
Ranma slumped over the head of the bed, lost in the afterglow of her powerful release her breath coming in soft pants. A sudden wash of hot water over her back that also soaked the bedding stopped that. Ranma, once again male, suddenly felt a whole lot less relaxed and happy. His eyes flew open and anger flared. "Na-bi-ki!" he growled.
The leather bonds, as much symbolic as actual restraints, faired poorly against Ranma's male muscles and motivated anger. He lifted himself up off the footboard of the bed and tugged hard. With four snaps he was free. Free to turn and advance on Nabiki who was simply standing in the middle of the floor, a pitcher dangling from one hand, her eyes closed and her face upraised as if basking in sunlight.
None of the hesitation and confusion that handicapped him when he was female slowed Ranma's actions, he took firm hold of Nabiki by the back of her neck and gave her a gentle, if firm shake. "What the hell did you think you were doing!?" he demanded. "I'm the master here. You're the slave. And that's the way it's going to stay."
Nabiki eyes were open, and she glared at Ranma. "I hear lots of talk, but not much action, Saotome. At least I tried to fix the problem. What are you going to do, pretend it isn't happening?"
Guilt caused Ranma's face to flush, but did not lessen his intention to punish his willful and wayward slave in the least. "That is something I will fix," He growled. "That's what a master does. A slave does what her master orders, or what she knows her master wants. And if she doesn't, it's the master's job to teach her better." Using his hand on her neck Ranma marched Nabiki over to the end of the bed opposite the large wet spot her hot water had left behind. He sat down and pulled Nabiki over his lap.
"I'd like to say I'm sorry to have to do this, Nabiki," Ranma said as he raised his hand and brought it down hard on her upturned rear. "But I'm not." His hand rose and fell again, landing with a loud clap as he cupped his hand to fully impact on Nabiki's pert rear.
Nabiki cried out at the force of the blow, and as her spanking continued, tears ran down her cheeks. Her body wriggled on Ranma's legs as it tried to escape Ranma's punishing blows, her ass cheeks clenching tightly together in a defensive gesture that did nothing to lessen the sting of her spanking.
But even as sobs started to make upper body shudder, a sense of satisfaction and pleasure infused her body. Her master was taking charge, controlling her and punishing her, and she was helpless to do anything to prevent it. Ranma's strength and will overwhelmed her own and the sense that she was truly his property overwhelmed any feelings of resentment at his treatment. The feel of Ranma's cock swelling and pressing against the side of her belly gave her desire a focus and as Ranma's hand moved up and down she was filled with anticipation of what might follow her punishment.
The spanking lasted a good three minutes, in which time Ranma landed dozens of hard blows on Nabiki's ass. When he at last stopped Nabiki was sobbing with deep gasping breaths. Satisfied that he had punished his slave enough and proven his willingness to do so, he decided it was time to exercise his other prerogative as Nabiki's master. Ranma rubbed his hard hand over her sore rear and pressed his fingers down between her legs. Nabiki meekly spread herself and allowed him access to her inner core and his fingers found her more than ready to accept them into her excited flesh.
"You are such a slut, Nabiki," Ranma growled as he pumped his fingers in and out of her slot. "Well?" he questioned pulling his hand free and delivering a spank to her sore bottom. "Answer me."
Nabiki gave a gasp and said. "Yes, Master. I'm a slut."
"No, not just a slut," Ranma said, giving her another hard spank.
"Your slut! Master!" Nabiki cried out.
"And don't your forget it again, slut," Ranma said as he returned his fingers to Nabiki's needy sex. He found her engorged clitoris and lightly pinched it, drawing a startled gasp from Nabiki. He then resumed plunging his calloused fingers into her soaking twat. At the same time he reached under her with his free hand and cupped one of her hanging breasts. He roughly kneaded the soft flesh with his strong fingers rolling her erect nipple between two of his fingers.
Nabiki gave little moans and gasps as Ranma played with her body and her face was soon flushed as red as her bottom and it was plainly clear that she was on the verge of a powerful orgasm. Which was when Ranma pulled his hand free from between her legs and gave her another half dozen hard swats with his hand.
Pain from her abused bottom joined with the pleasurable need between her legs and left Nabiki giving inarticulate cries that begged Ranma to please let her finish.
"Not yet, slut," Ranma said. He eased her off his legs and lowered her to a kneeling position in front of him. "Show me some respect, and maybe I'll think about letting you cum." Nabiki reached her hands out toward his erection, and he swatted them aside. "Don't use your hands!" he ordered.
Nabiki looked up at him, her eyes large a moist. She placed her hands behind her back, and then lowered her face and leaned forward, opening her mouth wide to capture the head of Ranma's cock between her lips. He cruelly flexed his pelvis muscles, forcing her to fight for her balance as she tried to capture the darting tip of Ranma's penis. She kept missing and her cheeks were soon glistening with Ranma's pre-cum as the tip of his cock kept brushing against them.
"You have a lot to learn," Ranma at last growled. Taking hold of Nabiki's head and winding his fingers into her hair, he firmly held her still while he gripped his cock with his other hand and steered it toward her mouth.
Nabiki closed her eyes and savored the taste and texture of Ranma's member as his flesh filled her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down as Ranma removed his hand from her hair. Soon his engorged meat was wet with her saliva and a froth was forming around her lips as they slid back and forth over his slick flesh.
Ranma gave Nabiki no warning and she was caught by surprise when he suddenly pulsed inside her mouth and an instant later a flood of sperm shot forth, flooding her taste buds all the more intensely with his essence. She sucked and swallowed, and drank down his offering but was given no chance to savor his gift. She was pulled to her feet and laid back over his lap for another spanking. Sperm dribbled from her lips as she once again cried from his stinging blows.
Again Ranma's fingers sought out Nabiki's sex, and again brought her to near climax as he slowly hardened against her belly.
"Are you ever going to try and make my girl side a slave again?" Ranma asked as Nabiki panted with the need for release.
"No!" she gasped out.
"Why don't I believe you, Nabiki?" Ranma asked. He gave her nipple a hard pinch.
"Ahhhhh!" Nabiki cried out, caught between the fingers in her cunt, and the hand punishing her breast, her mind a fog of need and submission. She struggled for an answer to Ranma's question. "Because I'm a liar, Master?" she finally replied.
"That's right, slave. I can never really trust you. So what will I do with you?"
"Use me, master?" Nabiki asked and begged at the same time.
Ranma paused in his molestation. "A good answer. I don't' need to trust you to use you. Do I?"
"No, master."
"Well, then, I guess that is the answer." Ranma released Nabiki's breast and pulled his fingers free of her sex. Taking hold of her waist, he easily lifted her in the air and positioned her over his refreshed erection, her back to him. "Put it in!" He ordered.
Nabiki fumbled between her legs for Ranma's cock, and directed his hardness at her soft inner core. Ranma eased her down and she gasped as he parted her outer folds and pressed into her. She gave a shocked gasp as Ranma pulled her down hard and sank himself to the balls in her accepting flesh.
"ahhhhhhhh," Ranma sighed in pleasure as he felt Nabiki wrap around him. He left her sitting impaled on his spike, her sore bottom pressed against his thighs. Reaching around her body he took hold of her firm breasts and squeezed and twisted them as he slowly rocked his body, stirring his cock inside her.
Letting go of one breast Ranma ran his hand down his slave's belly. Nabiki's legs were splayed wide on either side of his legs and her distended cunt was stretched wide around his manhood. Ranma had easy access to her vulnerable nerves and as his manhood flexed inside her he rubbed her erect clit with two fingers. The slippery little nub sent waves of intense pleasure through Nabiki's body, and when Ranma captured it between his two fingers and pinched, she gave a shrill scream as she at last experienced an orgasm.
Ranma held tight to Nabiki as she shuddered around his manhood, her inner flesh massaging him. Once she finished her orgasm, he picked her up, easing her off of his erection and drawing a muffled protest from her.
"Quiet," he ordered Nabiki. He gave her a swat on her rear, merging the pain from her sore bottom with the pleasure of her recent orgasm. Ranma turned in place an lowered Nabiki to the bed, and followed after. He moved between her legs and found her opening with the tip of his cock. He eased into her, drawing a gasp from his slave. He worked his hands under her thighs and lifted, hooking her legs over his shoulders. And then he fucked her.
Nabiki was like a rag doll as Ranma's powerful hips rose and fell driving his manhood to the balls with each stroke and then drawing out till the tip nearly emerged from her cunt. Hard and fast he took her, not holding back. Another orgasm shattered Nabiki's last grasp on rational thought and she was lost to anything but the feel of Ranma moving between her legs, his hardness forcing aside her soft flesh to invade her inner being again and again.
For a good fifteen minutes Ranma battered at Nabiki, using all the tricks his counterpart had left him to stave off his own release. Only when Nabiki's eyes glazed over and he knew she was moments away from sinking into darkness did he release the reigns on his own release and exploded deep in her belly, filling her with his sperm. Nabiki clenched around him one final time before she succumbed to the overwhelming sensation and fell into darkness.
Sometime later Ranma lay spooned against Nabiki, her abused ass pressed into his groin. He had stripped the bed of its wet bedding and had laid both he and Nabiki down on one of the futons intended for a slave who was not sharing her master's bed. He kissed her lightly on the neck, and whispered. "Somehow I will find an answer, Nabiki. I will do anything to keep you from hurting from my curse. Anything. I promise."
"Nabiki?"
Nabiki mouth pouted and she buried her face in her pillow.
"Come on, Nabiki. Time to get up," Ranma urged.
"Bite me, Saotome. The fucking sun isn't even up yet," Nabiki mumbled, still more than half asleep. She snuggled deeper into her bedding, trying very hard to avoid moving her hips or legs. She was as sore as she could ever remember being, inside and out. She smirked slightly as she heard Ranma gave an exasperated sigh and slid off their futon. Moving only her arms she gathered his share of the blankets, still warm from his body up, against herself.
A minute later Nabiki was on the verge of slipping back into slumber land when a sudden wash of ice cold water soaked her blankets, and her. "What the hell are you doing, Saotome," she sputtered dragging herself free of her sodden bedding and staggering to her feet. She glared at her master who was laughing fit to bust a gut, the bucket he'd used to drench her still hanging from one hand.
"Oh god. I have so wanted to do that for so long," he said through his laugher. He stifled his mirth with some effort as he took in Nabiki's artfully contrived woebegone expression. Even knowing it was a put on, and that his slave girl was much more likely contemplating dire bodily harm toward him, he let sympathy for her take over.
"Come on. You'll feel much better after a warm bath," he urged Nabiki.
Nabiki would have loved to ignore Ranma. But the room was cold, the water was cold and her nipples were all tight and perky for reasons that had nothing to do with Ranma's fine ass as he walked away from her. The thought of a steaming hot furo got her feet moving, but it was a crabbed arthritic stride as her muscles and tendons protested her actions.
Ranma looked over his shoulder and grimaced with a twinge of guilt at he saw how difficult Nabiki was finding walking, but there was a significant amount of smugness mixed in with it. He'd finally laid down the law in very clear large words with Nabiki the night before. He seriously doubted she'd ever try to take advantage of his girl side again. His expression shifted as the memory of what had happened the day before to his girl side resurfaced. If he was the sort of person who could admit it, he would have confessed to being more than a little scared at the way he, or rather, she, had reacted to first the sexually aggressive Ukyou, and then later with Nabiki. Ranma firmly banished such thoughts, and turned back to Nabiki.
"Hey, what?" Nabiki exclaimed as Ranma swept her up in his arms.
"We don't have all day. I want to fix this mess before we have to go off to school," Ranma said as he carried her into the bathing room.
Some time later, after being thoroughly washed and rinsed by Ranma, Nabiki was laying in the furo. Her back supported by Ranma's muscular torso as she leaned against him, her bottom positioned between his spread legs. His arms were crossed under her breasts and he held her firmly but gently, freeing her to simply relax and let the heat soak into her body.
"Nabiki?" Ranma queried as he gently rubbed her belly with one hand. His action was casual, the way one might pet a cat that happened to be laying in their lap.
"Hmmmm?"
"You've read up on bonding. Haven't you?"
"Huhmmmm,"
"What are the rules about doing it? I mean, does it have to be done the way we did it when we first got here?"
"Hmmmm, I think so. At least all the books seem to agree that the bonding is best done at the height of sexual release. One book did mention something about a safeguard. I think they meant that if the girl couldn't get that excited, than she shouldn't be a slave, or the guy shouldn't be her master. I don't know if that is true, or not."
"So the girl does have to be having a good time to be bonded . . ." Ranma trailed off.
"What?"
Ranma reluctantly asked, "So why didn't it take last night, between you and me?" Ranma blushed as he pretty much said right out that his girl side had really enjoyed what Nabiki had done the night before.
"I don't know," Nabiki confessed. "All the books were clear that a slave could use her master's seal to bond other slaves for him. I don't know why it didn't . . . Oh! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid," Nabiki cursed herself.
"What?"
"I can't believe I was so stupid. The whole reason I have a problem in the first place is that when you go girl, I lose my bond with you. I'm not your slave anymore. So you're not my master, and I can't bond girls for you."
"Wait, you were trying to bond my girl self . . .for me?"
Nabiki schooled her face to present a matter-of-fact expression. He was buying it. Her principal motivation had been a jealousy driven urge to punish Ranma for making out with Ukyou. She hadn't even thought of the other idea until afterwards, while nursing a very sore ass. But, better late than never, and this way she got a bit of leverage with Ranma. She'd likely regain some of the ground she'd lost the night before. Of course, eventually Ranma would punish her again, and with any luck, it would be as wonderful as the night before had been. But for now, Ranma had bitten at her bait, and it was time to sink the hook. "Well, that was the idea. I thought it would be the easiest way to protect you from would be masters. If you already belonged to someone, you wouldn't be at risk."
Guilt flooded Ranma over what he'd done to Nabiki the night before, without real justification it would seem, and a spark of primal fear at the memory of her fight with Happosai, and the fact that she could have ended up his slave. Nabiki had been trying to save him from that sort of risk. He wanted to apologize to Nabiki, but his pride, and inherited attitude, prevented him. A master could not keep his slave's respect by apologizing to them.
That was bullshit, of course, but even before coming to this world, Ranma did not find apologies easy. So it was easy for him to go along with his counterparts bias. "You should have talked it over with me first," he said sternly. "I would have set you straight and I wouldn't have had to punish you.
"Nabiki was not put out by Ranma's words. She knew him pretty well and could read between the lines and hear the words he could not speak. "I'm sorry, master. I'll be sure to ask you next time."
"Well. See that you do," Ranma said gruffly. "Anyway, the reason I got you up so soon is I figure we got to fix this the way we should have fixed it last night."
"Oh?"
"Yea, I'll bond you in my girl form, then you'll be my slave full time."
Nabiki's brows furrowed. Would that work? She was skeptical, but honest enough to admit that she didn't know the answer. Ranma's curse was a wild card, she didn't know if his seal would work for his girl side. "I guess there is only one way to find out it will work," she replied.
"Ready?" Ranma asked.
Nabiki was not, but she nodded her head nonetheless, and braced herself. A second later she could not stop a gasp escaping from her mouth as Ranma poured cold water over his, now her, head.
"Steady," Ranma cried out, rushing forward to brace Nabiki as her knees started to give out. "Are you alright," she asked in concern.
"I can take it. It's not as bad as it has been," Nabiki said from between chattering teeth. Her statement was not altogether bravado. She was at least spared the panic filled anxiety that something bad had happened to Ranma. She was right there in front of her. Only . . . Nabiki could not feel her, not the way she could feel male type Ranma. She leaned in to Ranma, needing the physical confirmation that the girl was there.
Ranma did not contradict Nabiki, but she could clearly see that the girl was suffering. The room felt warm and toasty, even with her skin wet from the cold water she had used, yet Nabiki was shivering as if caught in a blizzard. Ranma wrapped her arms around the taller girl and tried to warm her with her body, to little effect. "Let's get you under the covers," she said at last when Nabiki's shivers gave no sign of stopping. She helped Nabiki over to the big bed, fresh with new linen and covers and the mattress turned over so that the dry side was up.
Ranma had been a bit disappointed when Nabiki had told him that bondage was traditional, but not necessary for bonding a slave, now she found herself happy that was the case as she eased Nabiki under the covers and joined her. The idea of tying Nabiki up in some sort of compromising position and having her way with her didn't seem nearly as much fun in the face of the girl's current suffering. Ranma pulled the blankets up over both their bodies and spooned herself up against Nabiki's back, trying for as much skin to skin contact as she could. "Better," she asked.
Nabiki took a deep shuddering breath. The initial feeling of numbing cold was fading, but there was a core of cold deep in her body that Ranma's body heat and the blankets didn't seem able to dispel. There was also a strong sense of loss. So strong it made her stomach ache. "Yea, better," she said, praying that this would work and this was the last time she'd ever have to feel like this.
Ranma eased her hands, which had been resting on Nabiki's stomach, upwards till she could cup the girl's large breasts, which felt all the bigger in her tiny hands. She felt uncertain in her actions. She'd never had to think about what she was doing before when making love to Nabiki, she just knew. Now she tentatively rubbed Nabiki's breasts feeling the large nipples bend and compress under her fingers and palms. The cold circle of her seal ring was a distraction as it moved back and forth on her much smaller finger. She took her hand away from Nabiki's breast and drew it back up and over Nabiki till she could ease the ring off with her mouth. The large heavy seal filled her oral cavity as she closed her lips and returned her attention to Nabiki's tits.
Nabiki tried to relax into Ranma and savor the feel of her hands roaming over her chest, but she missed the rough confident actions of Ranma's male form, and the ache in her belly was still distracting her. She longed for the feel of Ranma's muscular male form stretched out behind her, the hardness of his masculinity pressed into her bottom, his large hands covering her breasts, the feel of his strength controlling her with ease. She shuddered with longing for her master's presence.
Ranma was getting frustrated. Why was this so hard? She'd eased one of her hands down over Nabiki's belly till her fingers could play with her snatch, but nothing was happening. At least not anything Ranma wanted to happen. She could feel the bigger girl flinching when she tried to stimulate her. She needed to take stronger measures, but found the idea of doing so without knowing for sure Nabiki really wanted her to do them off-putting. With some effort she he put aside her inclination to wait for some sign from Nabiki as to what she wanted her to do. She needed to make Nabiki sexually aroused. She couldn't let her friend's suffering continue. She eased her body down under the covers. Ranma spit the seal ring into her hand and clenched her fist around it. She then kissed the back of Nabiki's neck and slowly worked her way down the other girl's spine, making sure to keep her hands busy on other parts as she did so. Eventually she reached the base of Nabiki's spine and kissed her way down into her ass cleavage. Nabiki spread her legs to give her better access and encouraged by this sign of approval she pulled back enough to ease her friend over onto her back. Ranma slipped between Nabiki's legs. Nuzzling her mouth up against Nabiki's pussy she used her mouth and tongue to stimulate the sensitive nerves she found there. Nabiki's outer labia eased apart to let her get her tongue right up onto the most delicate areas.
Ranma felt like her tongue was about to fall off, she been at this forever. But, at least Nabiki was finally starting to show signs of approaching an orgasm. Her breath was coming faster and her lubrication was flowing. Even her clit had poked its little head out from under its hood.. Soon, soon, she'd be able to end Nabiki's problems.
Sweat beaded on Nabiki's forehead as she concentrated as hard as she could, pushing the sense of loss and loneliness into the background. Behind her closed eyebrows she conjured up an image and feel of her master, imagining him standing beside the bed, looking on in approval as Ranko serviced her. The fading welts on the redheads ass had not been put there by Nabiki, but by him. He slowly stroked his large erection as he held Nabiki's gaze with his own. She knew that as soon as she reached her climax, he would give her that shaft. He would possess her, and never again would she lose him.
"Lick faster, slut," Ranma ordered Ranko, putting his hand on the top of her head and forcing it deeper between Nabiki's legs. Nabiki felt a thrill, even if she couldn't feel him, it was clear he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
Ranma was surprised when Nabiki's hands dug into her head and pulled her face into her crotch, but the move gave her a renewed sense of purpose, along with the confidence that came from knowing very clearly what Nabiki wanted from her. She buried her tongue as deep up into Nabiki's clutching tunnel as she could extend it, using her lips to nuzzle and stroke the outer layers of Nabiki's cunt. "Soon, soon," Ranma hummed causing her lips to vibrate against Nabiki sensitive nerves.
Nabiki's breath caught with a sudden inward gasp, and Ranma felt the girl's thigh muscles clench. Hastily she slipped a finger into the seal ring, working blindly as she did not dare stop her oral ministrations. She was just in time to press the ring against Nabiki's bottom. It was as if the cold metal was the trigger she needed as the instant it touched, her body shuddered with her orgasm. It was not spectacular, nothing like the ones Nabiki usually had with her male half, but it was an orgasm. Ranma quivered with tension as she waited for the bond to take effect.
