[Episode 123677] [Episode 123677]Ranma was running from the banquet hall where she had left Akane. Having already shrugged of her costume she streaked along the top of the castle wall to the room where she had left her Prince Wildpferd costume.
With haste and a glass of warm water Ranma changed into the role of the arrogant prince. Only when he was about to put on his mask did he notice that he still wore Little Ashes veil. He quickly stuffed it into a pocket.
At that point Ranma glanced out the window to see the elevator doors opening up on the lawn in front of the castle. He cursed himself. He had planned to intercept the delivery boy in the lobby.
Running again through stairs and corridors this time Ranma managed to reach the youth as he arrived at the open drawbridge.
The youth was wearing a Light Castle t-shirt and a stunned expression on his face. His jaw was hanging open as he tried to come to grips with the idea of finding a medieval European Castle inside a modern Tokyo office building.
If you ignored the occasional girder, column or elevator shaft that was left of insides of the original building it looked very much like somebody had built a big glass house around the castle. It must have looked very impressive to someone not used to such extraordinary sights.
Ranma quickly divested the boy of the food containers he was carrying and ushered him back to the elevator that would return him to the lobby and out of the building. The delivery boy gave little resistance and did not even notice that Ranma instead of tipping him with real Yen just gave him some of the strange play-money the previous owners of the castle had left behind.
Only after the elevator doors closed behind the stunned boy did Ranma realize that he had worn his mask the entire time, something that probably had not helped lessen the shock for the Light Castle employee.
Meanwhile Akane was waiting in the banquette hall, she had considered an escape attempt, but there were probably guards outside and as long as she wore her weakening manacles she would be no match for them, besides now that she was again wearing clothing her captivity no longer seemed like such a bad thing. She was even getting trained by mistress Severa. Wouldn't Ranma be surprised how much she had improved once she had trained up, properly beaten the arrogant prince and returned home?
And her new clothing really was not that bad. True it lacked underwear, but that was a minor thing. The skirt reached her knees and her top came down to her waste making it look far more modest than what Ashes the maid or Severa her trainer wore. Not even the veil that was part of the outfit and covered the lower part of her face spoiled the look.
The skirt was wide enough to allow Akane to do martial arts she found out as she did a few experimental kicks. Although she probably should not do any too extravagant maneuvers on account of her lack of panties.
The ribbons that the tailor had added as decorations were not restricting her in any way. The small strips of cloth running down the outside of her legs were short enough, so that Akane did not have to fear about stumbling over them. They were connecting her ankle shackles with her belt and fastened to her thighs with garters. There was just enough slack in them to allow Akane to move her legs however he wanted, but not much more than that so they would not easily catch on furniture and the like.
The ribbons running from her wrist-shackles to her collar were similarly fastened to her upper arms with garters, while the ones connecting her wrists to the back of her belt were loose. Akane thought that she would have to look out not to get caught on door handles with them. They did look fashionable though and allowed Akane her full range of movements.
Just as Akane was getting ready to try some jumps to see if her skirt might billow up during aerial martial arts maneuvers, the door opened and Prince Wildpferd entered with a small cart full of food.
"I regret having to keep you waiting, my bride to be," The prince excused himself, "but the stupid little maid had an accident in the kitchen and delayed our meal."
"Little Ashes?" Akane wondered; she did not like the prince calling her that even if she had done the same in the privacy of her own thoughts.
"Yes, Little Ashes," Prince Wildpferd confirmed," the girl has already been thought the error of her ways and will not make the same mistake again in a hurry."
Akane was beginning to get angry on the maid's behalf. What did the prince mean? Had he punished her? The girl had seemed a bit out of it when she had come to fetch her earlier. Was that from having been chastised for her oversight or dread for her upcoming punishment?
As she sat down Akane remembered Ashes warning and tried to calm down. — Was she imagining things or was her skirt getting shorter?
During the meal Akane tried to keep calm and enjoy the food. She had to keep her head bowed towards the prince so that her veil would hang down far enough from her mouth to allow her to eat. She was sure that this arrangement was by design and was sorely tempted to push the offending cloth to the side or take it off entirely, but did not want to breach what probably was Lichtenburgian etiquette. The Prince showed no such regard for table manners, but for all she knew you did eat all that greasy stuff with your bare hands. At least he was better than Ranma the way he was eating. Than again the hinged jaw on his mask just might be the only thing to slow him down in stuffing his face.
The noble still managed to finish his far larger portion before Akane was done with hers. He began some small-talk. Well 'small' for him on anyone less arrogant it would have qualified as grandiose.
Akane tried to ignore him and concentrate on her food, but her limit was reached when he came to talk on her future place in his harem.
"Don't be so sure about that, you might have won the last time, but with mistress Severa's help I am getting better and will have you beat in no time," Akane told him.
It was getting a bit drafty she absentmindedly noticed.
"Severa won't help you as much as you think. She is not a martial artist after all, just a girl who likes to play in the dungeons with other girls instead of properly submitting herself to a male," the prince explained.
Akane really did not like the way he was talking of her trainer. So what if she was a bit — well perverted Akane guessed — there was really nothing much wrong with that was there?
"Of course," Prince Wildpferd continued condensingly, "the girl has her uses. She can for example help get your strength and endurance up to a level where you might actually be ready to receive some proper instructions in the art. Perhaps I might even lower myself to personally give you some lessons, once you are capable of actually benefiting from them."
Akane tried to keep her calm as she listened to the prince. She continued eating and did not give him the satisfaction of hurling her plate at him in response to his arrogance. As she tried to reach for a salt shaker she found that she had to slightly bend forward as her ribbons did not allow her to stretch out her arm entirely. Akane could have sworn that it had been longer when she had sat down.
"But before that," The prince kept talking as Akane wondered over the mystery of her suddenly restricted reach, "in addition to building up your strength and endurance you need to learn discipline and control. And since I know that Severa enjoys her work far to much to teach you the last two quickly I have asked Mrs. Brave to include some learning aids into your new clothes. You might have noticed that they react to your emotional state."
That cleared it up! The prince was responsible for Akane's problem she got up from her chair to tell him just what she thought of people who would use a girls wardrobe against her.
She almost stumbled when she tried to stand. The ribbons that connected her thighs to her ankles had gotten shorter, so that she now had to slightly bend her knees to stand. Her outfit, that had been so modest was now only barley decent. Her skirt had become a mini that threatened to uncover vital parts of her anatomy with every step she made and her top only barely reached to the bottom of her breasts. And the ribbons on her arms severely restricted her movements.
That must have been what Ashes had warned her about when she told her to keep calm. The dirty pervert had somehow manipulated her wonderful clothing to turn into this. She stalked towards him as best as she could to give the prince a piece of her mind.
When she got close enough she noticed a piece of cloth hanging out of Prince Wildpferd pocket. A familiar piece of cloth.
The prince had Little Ashes veil stuffed in the pocket of his pants!
Akane jumped to the only logical conclusion.
Ashes never took of her veil! Not even in when the two of them had been in the showers together. It must be very important to the girl. Akane doubted that she would take it of in the presence of somebody else without being forced.
Ashes had looked haggard and slightly panicked when she fetched Akane to the meal.
The prince had called her stupid little maid and said that she had been taught the error of her ways.
He must have ripped the veil of her and done terrible things to her Akane concluded her mind rapidly clouding with anger.
"I suggest that you calm down," the prince broke into her thoughts, "not that I mind seeing a willful girl exposed and bound in kneeling in front of me, but..."
Akane's imagination supplied the image of a naked and bound Ashes kneeling in front of the prince begging for forgiveness.
Akane saw red and could not hold herself any longer. With a scream of inarticulated rage she launched herself towards the prince.
Her charge was cut short and her scream suddenly muffled as her clothes further changed.
With every step she did the ribbons along her legs contracted further forcing her to bend her knees more and more until her heels were touching her buttocks and she was forced to rob along on her knees and toes.
When the prince was finally within reach she tried to hit him, but found that her arms would not move forward. Instead they were slowly forced by the contracting ribbons onto her back. Her wrists crossed in the small of her back as they were drawn towards her belt and her elbows were drawn to the back of her collar and almost touching behind her back.
When she tried to bite him instead she found that not only did the bondage she was in keep her from leaning forward, but also that her veil, that had just hung loosely over her face before somehow had changed and contracted into a very effective gag.
The prince stood before her, mocking Akane's immobilized form: "Don't say you were not warned. You still have a lot to learn about controlling your emotions. But you don't have to hurry on my account I am certain that I will enjoy the view your lack of self control will offer me."
Akane suddenly realized that her skirt and top had also further shrunk. Her breast where now totally uncovered as her top had become bunched up on her sternum and her skirt was now no broader than her belt as it had contracted around her waist.
The realization that she was not only bound, but also naked in front of this pervert caused Akane to heat up further in anger, embarrassment and emotions she did not want to identify.
Her bindings reacted to her shame and contracted one last time. She could not move her heels and haunches closer together so she had no choice but to spread her thighs as the ribbons on the outside of her legs further contracted towards the back of her belt. Her elbows where also forced together since they were the only place where she had still slack to give to her bindings.
Akane could only imagine how she must look to the prince. Kneeling in front of him bound, gagged and naked. Her legs obscenely spread to expose her most private of places and the arms behind her back pushing out her breasts towards him.
Against her will she was made to submit and offer herself to him. And neither the heat she was feeling nor the tightness of her bindings showed any sign of weakening.
"I suggest,"The prince told her, "that you use this moment to reflect on your position and the usefulness of your temper. The maid will escort you back to your cell once you have calmed down a bit."
With that he turned around and left the room not even bothering to further stare at Akane's exposed body.
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