[Episode 176952] [Episode 176952]When you get right down to it, tentacle demons aren’t that different from everyday human rapists. Oh, to be sure, the demons are generally a lot uglier to look at, and many sex demons exude extremely powerful pheromones that cause their victim to find their ravishments to be physically pleasurable, but at the end of the day, they rape in order to produce a few very specific human emotions, which they then feed on.
Only three of these emotions are significant enough to merit our attention at the moment. The first is fear, which forms the primary food source for most sex demons — in much the same way that human rapists produce fear in their victims so that they can feel more powerful. The second is the closely related emotion of shame. This is actually the main reason for pleasure-enhancing pheromones; for the average victim, feeling intense physical pleasure from an act that utterly robs them of their dignity only intensifies the feelings of humiliation. And at a distant third, there is lust, which, as a neutral emotion, is so insignificant when compared to fear and shame (at least as far as dietary value goes) that most tentacle demons would never think to create lust in a victim simply for its own sake.
In general, one can count on the vast majority of female humans to react in this way — one just has to keep a lookout for superheroines in disguise, using their luscious bodies as bait to trap unsuspecting tentacle demons so they can destroy them. But other than that, there are few anomalies — so few, in fact, that when sex demons come across such anomalies, they generally panic, skittering back to whatever godforsaken Pandemonium, they came from, and losing all of the attributes that make them so demonic in the first place. In other words, unexpected reactions from intended victims literally scare the hell out of them.
This may explain the unusual role reversal that occurred when a half-dozen tentacle demons ran through a park in Nerima, pursued by a nineteen-year-old in an apron who in a normal fic would have a reputation for meekness.
“Wait!” Kasumi shouted at the fleeing horde. “Come back! I have so much more love to give! Get back here and finish what you started!” Unfortunately, said horde was, at the moment, demonstrating why the phrase “run like hell” was so effective as a simile, and Kasumi simply couldn’t keep up.
“Damn!” the housekeeper cursed to herself as her quarry escaped. “That’s the third group of tentacle demons I’ve come across today, and none of them even had the common courtesy to give my breasts a good fondling, let alone rape me!” She looked down at her dress, which had absolutely no rips in any strategic area whatsoever and sighed. “What’s a girl got to do to get some ultra-hardcore sex around here?”
“Maybe we can help ya with that,” came a familiar voice from behind her.
Kasumi whirled around and saw not one but two familiar faces standing before her. “Ranma! Ryoga! Who are you doing here? Please say it’s me.”
“I take it you’re still up for some extra-raunchy fucking, then,” Ryoga said with a smirk.
“You bet your ass I am! Okay, enough talking. Let’s get naked.” She immediately started following her own advice.
“Wow,” Ryoga remarked. “When she gets Out Of Character, she really gets Out Of Character.”
“How about the two of you start getting Out Of Clothes instead of just standing there like idiots,” Kasumi said as she finished pulling off her dress and began neatly folding it (hey, old habits die hard).
“Yep, she’s perfect — that was a good idea ya had back there, Ryoga.”
“Thanks.”
Kasumi let out a loud whistle to get the martial artists’ attention. “Hey! C’mon, you two — I want less foreplay and more three-way, on the double. Chop chop!”
“Kasumi, why don’t ya settle down for a minute. Me an’ Ryoga got a proposition—”
Kasumi was only paying half-attention to what Ranma was saying as she undid the clasps on her bra. “Will it result in me getting one or more of my holes filled?”
“Um, yeah, but—”
“Deal. Time for sex!” cried Kasumi as she literally ripped off her panties and threw them onto the pile of clothes, where the tattered remains of the undergarment just so happened to land in a neatly folded rectangle. (What can I say? The girl’s got a gift.)
“Will ya just knock it off already! For cryin’ out loud, if ya’ve been horny for so long, I think ya can stand ta wait a few minutes longer!”
Kasumi let out an annoyed groan. “Fine. But this had better be worth it.”
“I’m pretty sure you’ll think it is,” Ryoga said slyly.
“Wow. This bisexual harem thing… well, I can’t remember the last time I heard of something like this (I know I sure as hell wasn’t involved).”
“So, are ya in?”
“I don’t know…”
Ryoga was incredulous. “What’s the matter? A second ago you were all ready to have a three-way, and now you’re balking?”
“Oh, it’s not that — I just want to make sure that it’s raunchy enough, that’s all. No vanilla scenes for me. And that includes otherwise normal lesbian scenes, too.”
“Well, I think we can hash out an oral contract over this pretty easily. Do you have your IFCU membership card with you?”
“Sure — let me get it.” After rummaging through the impeccably folded pile of clothes, Kasumi brought out a small, white, plastic rectangle. “Here it is.”
“Good, that means this’ll be official,” Ranma said. “Now, how d’ya wanna make sure you don’t get vanilla scenes?”
“I’m thinking maybe some sort of BDSM.”
“Hey, sounds good — I think the writer was plannin’ on havin’ us make sex slaves outta most of our ‘regular’ harem anyway.”
“No… I don’t like the connotations of ‘sex slave’ — that isn’t nearly scandalous enough for my tastes. How about… ‘fuck-toy’? That sounds nice and raunchy.”
Ranma found himself actually blushing at the idea of attaching such a vulgar description to the canonically-innocent housekeeper. “Um, okay, Kasumi, ya can be our, ah, ‘fuck-toy.’ I’m guessin’ ya don’t want a safe word?”
“Nope. Safe words are for people who want to keep their dignity, and I want to be a sex object.”
Ryoga nodded and exhaled before wrapping things up: “Well, that sounds pretty good — we get a fuck-toy, and you get sex that’s guaranteed not to be vanilla. Though with your standards of vanilla, there might be a bit of a learning curve.”
“Oh, that’s all right — it’s not like I’ll leave because you two accidentally underestimate how perverted I am.”
“Uh, that’s good to know.”
“Oh, one more thing, what should I call you? Do I call one of you Master, and the other one something else? Or maybe I attach your names to the title to tell you apart — ‘Master Ranma,’ and ‘Master Ryoga,’ that sort of thing.”
“Um, ya know what? I’m thinking ya should just call both of us just ‘Master.’ We’ll figure out who yer talkin’ to from the context.”
“Yeah, and when you’re talking to both of us, make it ‘Masters.’” Ryoga added.
“Alright, Masters. What should I do if I get conflicting orders?”
“What do you think, Saotome? Just have her follow the first one?”
“Nah. I got a better idea — we’ll require her to follow both orders anyway, and then we’ll punish her when she violates one of ’em.”
“Hmm. What do you think of that, Kasumi?”
“I think it sounds like an excessively cruel practice that has the potential to completely strip me of my humanity if you take it too far. Let’s do it.”
“Okay, welcome aboard, Kasumi.”
“Thank you, Masters!” exclaimed the aforementioned fuck-toy, happy that she wasn’t going to be stuck playing the innocent again.
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