Shampoo was wildly swinging a sword at Ranma and screaming obscenities in a mix of Japanese and several dialects of Chinese. Apparently she was taking exception to the fact that Ranma was training a group of boys in the subjugation, enslavement and domination of innocent schoolgirls.
Nabiki was a bit unsure about Shampoo's motivations at this point. She had originally thought that the amazon wanted to be enslaved by Ranma, but now she seemed genuinely interested in cutting Ranma's head off. Her vow that she would not allow Ranma to enslave another girl while she still walked free could be easily taken either way.
Whatever had prompted Shampoo to attack Ranma's class, Nabiki was grateful for the interruption. Slowly she reclaimed her composure and stood up. Ignoring the feel of her skirt on her bare and recently spanked behind, willing her legs to stop shaking and hoping that she did not show any visible signs of her actual state of mind during her ordeal, she drew everyone's attention to her to try to reestablish the image of Nabiki Tendou, girl who means business. When she began to speak clearly and loudly there was no trace in her voice of Nabiki, the meek slave-girl, that she had nearly been only moments before.
"As you can see," Nabiki lectured calmly as she took over the class from Ranma, "not everyone will react with tolerance and understanding to your relationship. Some people will be appalled by the idea of slavery and totally ignore the vital component of prior consent. You will encounter people who will try to convince you to change your ways or free your slave-girls for their own good. Extreme feminists could very well see the very existence of such a relationship as a threat to the core of their identity and react with fear, hate and violence rather than confront the problems in their belief systems. Some might even choose to impose their own value systems on you and your slave by force."
"Yeah you will have to look out for that," Ranma agreed from the other side of the room where he was fighting Shampoo.
"Die, enemy of women! Shampoo kill all slavers!" Shampoo added her own stance on the issue.
The students were getting a bit restless. Those who had come from Nerima where familiar with the sight of superpowered martial-artists fighting each other. What they were not familiar with was being the avowed target of such displays of violence.
Michiru who had thrown Nabiki off her lap and to safety earlier was looking unsure about whether or not she should intervene and Keiichi the other non-native had quickly gotten out of the way and appeared to be busy keeping his head down or possibly just praying.
"As you can see from this demonstration," Nabiki continued," You might have to defend yourself and your slave against verbal and even physical attacks."
"Yes, as masters you will have to be able to protect not just yourself, but also your slaves. We will have to add a few lessons on basic self-defense," Ranma decided dodging a sword-slash.
"Which will only require a minimal extra fee," Nabiki quickly added before Saotome could give away anything for free.
"Nothing big just enough to handle you average weirdo or pervert who won't take 'none of your business' for an answer," Ranma explained seemingly able to teach the class and easily handle Shampoo's attack at the same time.
The students had by now decided that they were not in real danger. Shampoo's futile attempt to disrupt the lesson had been seamlessly incorporated into it.
Shampoo was in big trouble. She had known that Ranma would outmatch her when she came here to put an end to this school of mastery. She just had not expected how much she would be outclassed.
Ranma was playing with her, using her as an teaching aid instead of taking her serious. The boys who had come here to become slavers like Ranma were paying rapt attention instead of being scared straight as she had intended and the few girls present were not using the chance to escape either. Nabiki seemed to be even outright participating in teaching the class.
Shampoo had know that the girl would do many things for money, but selling out her own gender was not among the things she would have thought her capable of. Didn't the stupid Tendou girl realize that once the enslavement of women had begun in earnest she would not be immune from the attentions of Ranma and his student slavers?
Perhaps she actually wanted things to happen this way. The girls who Shampoo had gotten the information about Ranma's class from had had a disturbing lack of self-preservation instinct too. The school-girls had speculated over a meal at the Nekohanten about who was enrolled in Ranma's class for future slave-owners and what they were learning about how to properly deal with slave-girls.
Outsider girls really were far weaker and dumber than Shampoo had ever suspected. And now she was standing all alone against Ranma and his army of slaver-apprentices.
She should never have come here. Not without a plan. Not without backup. Not without an edge. What had she thought would happen when she confronted Ranma like this?
"Hey Ranma?" Nabiki called from the other side of the room. "Are you going to use Shampoo to show your students how to subdue and restrain an angry girl?"
Shampoo was so shocked by that suggestion that she let Ranma knock her sword out of her hand and disarm her completely.
"I don't know," Ranma said not missing a beat in the fight. "I guess we will have to do some lessons on how to deal with a slave-girl who is in a fighting mood without hurting her. They need to learn how to control an uncooperative slave-girl, but I can't just use Shampoo for that."
"You no control Shampoo!" the amazon shouted angrily.
"Why not?" Nabiki said ignoring Shampoo's outbursts entirely. "You have to admit that she would be far better in that role than me. And it would be a great opportunity for her to work off some of the debt she incurred with all the property damage she has done around here."
No! She could not let this happen to her, Shampoo thought struggling against Ranma who now threatened to overwhelm her. She fought bravely but Ranma soon had her caught. Holding her by her upper arms he turned her around to look her into the eyes.
"How about it," Ranma asked innocently, "You want to help me with my class? You surely would make a better pretend slave-girl than Nabiki. The students would probably more comfortable with you and as a martial-artist like you could take much more punishment than Nabiki and you can also take care of yourself if one of them goes to far. And you never wear the sort of stupid underwear that would get into the way during lesson like Nabiki's just did."
He looked at her earnestly like he really expected her to just submit to him and allow herself to be used as a prop in his slaver class. She could picture in her mind how Ranma must think he could use her. Stripping her in front of his students, tieing her up and using her defenseless body to demonstrate how to discipline a willful slave-girl. How to train a slave with pain and pleasure and make her your own. How to dominate a conquered amazon warrior....
"No!" with a scream of panic Shampoo ripped herself free of Ranma's hold and incidentally her clothes.
She turned and ran through the hole in the wall she had created only minutes earlier. And for the second time since Ranma had enslaved Akane, Shampoo found herself fleeing the Tendou home in her birthday suit.
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