[Episode 114402] [Episode 114402]He spotted a picture of water in a large ceramic bowl sitting in a small alcove off to the side. A stack of hand towels beside it. He quickly walked over and filled the bowl. He cleaned himself as best he could, being very careful about how much cold water he allowed to touch himself. For some reason he was even more reluctant than usual to let his girl side out.
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Nabiki had been drifting in a dazed state, the after glow of her first male induced orgasm having left her feeling limp, but also warm and fuzzy. She’d been surprised. Reading between the lines of her girl-friends stories, she’d been under the impression that it really wasn’t worth the cost. She’d changed her mind. She’d do just about anything to feel this warm floaty feeling again.
The touch of cold damp cloth to her lower lips came as a bit of a jolt, therefore. “What are you doing?”
“Just getting you clean. You’re a bit of a mess,” Ranma replied.
“And who’s fault is that,” Nabiki said, but there was little sting in her words, she was too busy being embarrassed by the thought of Ranma washing away his and her juices. The mess comment did not help any. “Let me loose! I’m not a baby! I can wash myself,” she insisted.
“Na, like you said. I made it. I’ll clean it up.” He applied the cloth carefully to her sensitive flesh, and Nabiki was surprised at how gentle it felt. “I guess you’re used to washing cunt, Saotome,” Nabiki said. Trying to use verbal blows in place of the physical ones her sister would be eager to use in this situation. She was feeling extremely out of place at the moment, and needed to fall back on something to keep some sort of control.
She shivered as she felt Ranma’s finger tracing across her left ass-cheek. “Hey, I thought you were cleaning. That doesn’t feel like cleaning to me.”
“Just checking out the mark on your butt,” Ranma said. “It ain’t stamped, but don’t look like a tattoo either. Just looks like your natural skin, only black.”
“What. I don’t have a mark.”
“Do now. Guess your wish came true, because it’s the Saotome chop. Must have come from that ring I found on my hand.”
“What?”
“You can see for your self,” Ranma said, as he unfastened the leather cuffs holding her ankles in place. He came around and started to undo the ones around her wrists.
To her great annoyance, Nabiki found she could not look at Ranma’s face without feeling her own heat with a furious blush. She quickly stood up when he released her, which was a mistake, as the blood rushed from her head and she swayed in place till Ranma took hold of her and steadied her. She was again a touch annoyed at how easy it was to just stand in his arms, enjoying the feel of his body against hers. So, she pushed him away.
“I can walk on my own, Saotome,” she said, ignoring the feeling of guilt she felt at his hurt expression. It made her angry. She had nothing to feel guilty about. Guilt was for wimps and failures. But even so, she had to fight the urge to say she was sorry and wipe that kicked puppy look off of Ranma’s face.
To hide her reaction, she said. “Turn around and let a girl get herself cleaned up in peace, Saotome.”
“Ok, but it ain’t like I haven’t seen all you got,” He said with a shrug of his shoulders, turning his back on her, and on her flaming face.
To her surprise, Nabiki was not horribly disfigured. As far as her fingers could tell, her vagina, while sore, was still the same size as before, not a gapping hole into the depths of her body. She quickly cleaned herself up, and then looked for something to cover herself with. The towels were hardly big enough to wrap around a hand. They’d be useless as any sort of covering.
Ranma had pulled up his pants and was fully dressed. At some other time Nabiki might have made a joke about the heavy leather cup sewn into the crotch of his pants, but right now she was very reluctant to even think about that part of Saotome, little lone joke about it.
“Uh, here,” Ranma said, holding out a hand full of cloth to her. “I Found it hanging over near the water.”
Nabiki shook it out, and found it was a light un-dyed cotton dress. There were no fasteners, only a draw string around the middle. She slipped it over her head and shook it down around her body. The results did not please her. The bottom hung only a few inches below the curve or her ass, and the loose skirt meant that any big move on her part would cause it to reveal a lot more of herself than she wanted. The top wasn’t much better. The loose cotton hung from her shoulders and covered her breasts, but the large neck would give everyone an eyeful if she bent even slightly forward, and anyone looking at her from the side would have a good chance of seeing a bare breast. Knowing boys the way she did, there would be lots of them trying to get a look.
This can’t be all of it,” Nabiki protested. “Where are the panties, the bra?”
Ranma shrugged. “That’s all there was. Maybe that’s what slave-girls wear?”
“I am not a slave girl!” Nabiki nearly shouted.
Ranma shrugged again. “You made that wish, you got my mark on your butt, and we’re here, and we did that.” At the last remark, Ranma blushed a bit and would not meet her eye.
“That does not make me a slave! I refuse! You can just forget any ideas you might be thinking, Saotome!”
Before Ranma could answer, there was a polite knocking on the door. “I’m sorry, sir, but if you have finished bonding your slave, we need this room for another customer.”
Nabiki flushed. “Not one word,” She told the smirking Ranma. She tugged her dress in an effort to pull it further down her legs, but all that did was to drag the collar down far enough to expose a breast.
“Here, let me,” Ranma said, stepping up and pinching together the fabric at the top of her dress with one hand while the other reached up under the collar of his own shirt. A look of annoyance crossed his face and he stepped back from Nabiki. “Sorry, usually keep a couple of safety pins there. Never know when you’re going to have to pin up some torn cloths. Learned that the first time I fought Ryouga as a girl.”
Nabiki was moved by Ranma’s gesture to help preserve her modesty, so much so that she didn’t say anything cutting when he was unable to actually do anything.
There was another knock on the door. “Yea, we’re done,” Ranma said, before Nabiki could say anything. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s go see where we are.”
Feeling more exposed than she ever had in her life, Nabiki followed Ranma out the door. Right off the bat, she felt a lot better dressed. Waiting on the other side were a couple of clerk types, and in between them was a lovely girl, naked as the day she’d been born, and the only emotion she seemed to feel over the situation was excitement.
Nabiki didn’t have time to learn anything about her, as Ranma, who had turned his head away from the girl, practically dragged her past the three peoplel. If he had though to avoid naked female flesh, however, he should have stayed put.
Nabiki blinked as she was pulled out into bright sunlight. As soon as she could see, she blinked again, this time in surprise. It was like something out of a period porno. They were in a courtyard framed by tall wooden walls. A stage with a podium was along one wall, with a smaller stage off to one side. A line of nude girls on the lower stage were reacting in different ways to their situation. Some were cupping themselves with their hands while blushing furiously, and sneaking peeks at the men gathered in front of them. Others were blatantly flirting and teasing the men.
Ranma was beat red. “Is that Yuriko,” he stammered, pointing up at the girls, before hastily pulling his eyes away.
Nabiki looked, and indeed it was one of Akane and Saotome’s classmates. She was sort of in-between the shy girls and the blatant ones. She was cupping her hands over her groin, but at the same time was examining the men in front of her nearly as intently as they were studying her. Nabiki followed her gaze and spotted a boy who had only eyes for Yuriko. “Ah, the special of the day, true love,” she said sarcastically.
“Come on, let’s get out of here,”Ranma said, nearly wrenching her arm as he pulled her toward a large gate.
They were not fated to escape that easy. There was a large group of boys clustered around the outside of the gate and Nabiki’s eyes widened as she recognized several of them from school. and worse, they were boys that had been part of the Hentai hoard. She suddenly felt self-conscious of her dress again. She could swear the wind suddenly picked up and blew straight up her skirt. She used her hands to push it down, blushing as she felt the cool breeze against flesh that should not be naked in public.
Ranma blinked when Daisuke and Hiroshi emerged from the crowd of boys and hurried over to him. “Hi, you’re name is Ranmen, right.” Hiroshi said.
“No, it’s Raiden,” Daisuke said.
“Actually it’s Ranma, Daisuke,” Ranma said
It was Daisuke’s turn to blink. “Do I know you?”
Ranma resisted the urge to say that they’d been sitting behind him in class for over eight months. but that did not leave him with much else to say. “Uh, well.”
“That’s great,” Hiroshi said. “If you two know each other we can work this deal easy.”
“What deal?” Nabiki could not help but asking. The word deal causing a ping sound in her mind.
Daisuke suddenly looked wary, but Hiroshi said, “Not your concern. We want to do a deal with your master.” He turned to Ranma and said. “We took up a collection to buy Nabiki when we heard she was on the market, but didn’t have enough to beat your bid. So, the guys and us were sort of wondering if maybe, once you’d used her for a while, if you’d maybe want to rent her out for a few weeks to us. We’ll pay good,” he added hastily as he saw the dark look on Ranma’s face.
“How much,” Nabiki asked, and then wished she could kick herself. They were talking about renting her, and she didn’t have to guess for what.
“No way! I’m not going to do that!” Ranma said, Shock in his voice, and anger in his eyes.
“Hey, we didn’t want to get you upset,” Hiroshi said, holding up his hands palms out. “We just thought, maybe you wouldn’t mind a little extra money. How about you see if you can order her to do it, just to see if it’s something she’d do.”
“I thought I was a slave,” Nabiki drawled. “I didn’t know I had a choice.” She looked at Ranma, and grinned. “Go ahead, order me. Let’s see what I say when you do.”
“Ahhh, I don’t think that will be necessary,” Ranma said hurriedly and pulled Nabiki away from the hoard of disappointed boys.
Ranma was almost glad when he heard a familiar voice. But, the familiarity didn’t last. “Ah, done at last, boy. How was it? A man’s first slave is always special. Don’t suppose you’d be interested in letting your old man have a go.”
“Didn’t think so,” Genma’s muffled voice filtered out from around Ranma’s fist. Pushing the hand aside with, what was to Ranma, surprising ease, he continued. “I was the same way after I bought your mother. Couldn’t bear the idea of any other man, even my best friend, having her. I loosened up after a few weeks and me and Soun had some great times with her. Ah, good times,” Genma murmured, his eyes seeing a distant past.
Ranma boggled at his father. His mom had done it with Nabiki’s dad, and his dad, maybe at the same time. His mind skidded dangerously close to the edge of a cliff.
“Anyway, here’s your share of the purse you dipped,” Genma continued, holding out his hand toward Ranma. Without thinking Ranma held out his own and Genma dropped a handful of heavy yellow coins in his palm. “Two-million yen, fifty-fifty like always.”
Ranma was too shocked to notice the shifty way his Pop was acting, a sure sign he was up to no good.
Nabiki was as shocked as Ranma, but retained her wits. Her hand flashed out and snatched the coins from Ranma’s palm. Her eyes glistened as she rolled the soft heavy gold in her hands.”
“Hey! Give those back!” Ranma ordered. Or that is what he tried to say. What actually came out of his mouth after “Hey!” was more gargle than words. His tongue suddenly seemed to be ten times too big for his mouth. He even put a hand up and pinched his tongue between two fingers to make sure it was still the same. “Wa th fuh,” He mumbled, and then repeated as his tongue started working a bit better. What the fuck!”
Nabiki stared at Ranma with a defiant look in her eyes, her hand clenched tight around the fistful of gold as she wished for pockets, or even a bra to tuck it into.
Genma gave a laugh. “Looks like you bought yourself a good money manager. You lucked out boy. A sweet little ass is nice, but a woman who knows how to handle a man’s money will keep him in comfort in-between spring bouncing. Come on, we need to get back to Soun, and let him know his daughter is in good hands.”
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