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.
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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.
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“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 asehole. 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?”
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