[Episode 120885] [Episode 120885]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.
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