“Is there something the matter, Master?” Rei asked.
“No,” Ranma sighed with some exasperation, “It just that I...” he paused and sighed in frustration, both sexual and otherwise. After that conversation, the last thing he needed to deal with was a lusty slave girl anxious to give Little Ranma a ride for his life. He wanted to tell her to buzz off for the sake of his own sanity, but at the same time he didn't want to frighten her or make her feel useless.
Her voice tinted with a very slight tone of trepidation, Rei asked. “Have I displeased you in some way, Master?”
Ranma winced. “Listen Rei, its just that...” he sighed and trailed off. He couldn't think of a way to communicate his thoughts. It was moments like this that he almost wished he had some form of education, so he could actually express his feelings in words. He just couldn't think of a way to say what he was thinking without probably frightening the poor girl. Ranma slowly brought up his hand and began to massage his forehead. This was such a pain.
“Never mind,” he replied, “Just... just help me get my armor off, okay?”
“Yes, Master,” Rei quickly replied before quickly attacking the various complex laces, catches, and buckles that kept his plate armor in place.
As the girl gently removed his armor plating, Ranma closed his eyes and began to consider the situation. It was sobering really, and very disconcerting. He owned slaves. The very idea appalled him. He'd originally brought them to save them, protect them from being bought by far more psychotic individuals, but in the end he still owned them. The sick part was that he couldn't free them. The Underworld had already struck him as a very predatory place, just as bad as many of the crime ridden impoverished slums he'd seen in some areas of China. Simply granting them their freedom would kill them as surely as if he'd done it himself. They'd spend most of their lives being raised to be servants, so what the hell did they know about survival? They'd probably be back in chains by the end of the week. And hell, that was not taking those damned collars into consideration. He couldn't free them, passing them off to someone else would just lead to them being used and abused, so it all came back to one simply fact. He owned slaves.
“I need a drink,” Ranma muttered to himself.
Rei paused mid-duty and glanced us at Ranma. “Does Master wish for his servant to bring him a drink?”
“Nah,” Ranma replied, “Its just... you know. One of the things you grumble when you're having a bad day... when you're not in a good moon?”
“Bad mood? Have I displeased you Master?” Rei asked, showing the slightest amount of fear. “Am I to be punished Master?”
“NO!” Ranma exclaimed. “You're not whats making me have a bad moon... well, maybe your part of it but it's not your fault and I ain't ever gonna punish someone for something that ain't their fault.” he snorted, “God knows I've been punished for enough things that weren't mine.”
Rei bit her lip, holding back a question. Noticing this, Ranma asked, “Rei, something on your mind?”
“No Master,” Rei replied. “Nothing important.”
Ranma sighed. “Listen, Rei, if you wanna ask me something, then just ask me.” he paused for a moment, thinking of a way to get it through the thick-skulled slave girls head. “Honesty, um, pleases me. So if you wanna know something just ask. I ain't ever gonna punish you for asking an honest question or tellin' the honest truth.”
Rei nodded for a moment, processing then asked, “I don't understand, Master. You said you have been punished for things you have not done. We're you a slave?”
Ranma snorted. “Virtually. My old man saw me as his meal ticket and tried to have me do what ever he wanted, and made my life hell. He even engaged me to the crazy toy-boy who liked to hit me when ever she though I'd done something wrong, though of course, in Akane-world everything I did was wrong. Didn't help that I was better at her at basically everything. Better Martial Artist, better cook, hell, even a better looking girl.”
Rei blinked. “Better looking girl? Do you dress in women's clothing?”
“I ain't a cross dresser!” Ranma exclaimed.
Rei winced and pulled back.
“Honest question, Rei!” Ranma stated.
She nodded and sighed before getting back to work on his armor. “A better looking girl? I don't understand Master.”
“I just got this funky curse,” Ranma replied as she removed the last segment of his armor, leaving him in the padded suit underneath. “I could tell you about it, but people never believe it, so I should just show you.”
Rei nodded as she helped him pull his shirt over his head. “Very well, Master.”
Ranma nodded. “Get me a bucket of cold water. I can... get the pants myself.”
Rei nodded and retrieved a bucket of cold water while Ranma finished stripping down to nothing and put his armor to the side where it wouldn't get wet. He didn't know if it would rust, but better safe than sorry. He did feel a little embarrassed standing here in his birthday suit, but he had a feeling that Rei was going to be seeing his naked anyways, and unlike Akane she would not be smashing him on the head with any fucking tables.
Rei slowly returned carrying a bucket. As she approached she slowly gave her master a long glance, her eyes locking on his groin for a moment. Ranma couldn't help but unconsciously cover himself when he saw what just might have been a thin, predatory grin come to his slave girl's face.
Personally, he was sure that even Shampoo, who was the most sensual of his fiancées, wouldn't know what to do with 'it' if she was given the opportunity. Rei on the other hand, she was looking at Little Ranma in that special way a great white shark looks at an especially pump seal. In fact, he had a feeling that she was already thinking of a dozen different ways that she get his Wild Horse to her stables...
Ranma closed his eyes as he felt his little buddy beginning to stand up and salute. Not good... he needed to do something before Rei got the wrong idea. Maybe think of someone naked, someone who he didn't want to screw? That could work! How about... Miss Hinako... NO! Her adult form was way too hot! Way way too hot! His mother? No! Goddamn it! His mom or no she was still a MILF! Fuck! All the women he knew were hot... Wait! The Old Ghoul was hidious... he just had to think think of the Old Ghoul naked... Oh the humanity! Oh the pain! Oh god have mercy!
Ranma visibly shuttered and his little friend dropped faster than a jet owned by Oceanic Airlines. He felt dirty. He felt defiled. He was never doing that again. Thinking of... oh god... it burned at his very SOUL!
“Master, I have retrieved a bucket of water as requested.”
Ranma nodded and fought back the bile in his throat. Taking the bucket of water, he dumped it over his head. He shuttered as the freezing cold water washed over his body, triggering the frighteningly familiar sensation of his outty becoming an inny, and all the drastic physical adjustment involved in the process there of. Ranma was somewhat pleased, in a rather grim way, to note that Rei had the common courtesy to look absolutely dumbfounded.
“You're a woman...” Rei stammered out.
“Nah, I'm a guy,” Ranma replied, “I just turn into a girl when I get wet.”
“How, do you transform back into a man?” Rei asked.
“Hot Water,” Ranma replied, “Cold water turns be into a girl.”
Rei slowly nodded and stepped forward, slowly holding up her hand. She then stopped and looked at her Master turned Mistress questioningly.
“Go ahead,” Ranma sighed, “Everyone else does...”
Rei nodded and gently placed a hand over one of Ranma's bountiful breasts, giving it a gentle squeeze.
Ranma sighed and closed her eyes. She really hate it when they...
Her train of though was interrupted as Rei began to kneed her breast, giving her nipple a tweak.
Okay. That felt nice, really, really nice...
Ranma's body than did an involuntary shutter as the girl placed her other hand between Ranma's legs and began to caress other, more... reproductively involved parts of Ranma's female anatomy.
“Rei, quit it!” Ranma half-whimpered and half snapped as she jumped away from the still smaller girl.
“I am highly experienced in pleasuring women,” Rei stated.
No shit! Ranma though to herself. Damn that had felt good. Totally unnatural, and a complete anathema to her currently MIA manhood, but it had felt really real good. Though she did have one question...
“What ya mean, 'highly experienced'?” Ranma asked, knowing in all honestly that some questions were best left unasked as much as unanswered.
“The other and I pleasure each other on occasion.”
Ranma's eyebrow twitched as the image of Rei, Milly, and Melfina lost in a tangle of limps, breast, and buttox, indulging in a lesbian three-way entered her mind. As an highly disturbing warmth and wetness came to her nether regions, she silently thanked god that female sexual excitement was far less obvious than the male, especially when you were freezing cold and soaking wet.
“Lets... just take that bath,” Ranma sighed. What she'd been thinking asking a question like that.
Rei simply nodded, and with a 'Yes, Master', dropped her robe, standing before Ranma in all of her glory.
Ranma gulped. She'd seen Rei naked before, displaying herself in the slave auction the day before, but he couldn't help but admit that there was something sexier and infinitely more gratifying about seeing her now. It could be the sweat and condensation on her body, caused by all the heat and steam, that was making her pale skin shine in the torch light. Maybe it was the fact that she was standing before him a woman, a sexual being, rather than like a piece of meat being sold at auction. Or, and most disturbingly, it could be the fact that she was her possession. A fact that inspired all of the twisted domination fantasies that most men had lying in the back of their minds, banished to the most hidden depths of their psyches, to come bubbling to the surface. She honestly hoped it was the first two, because the third was a part of herself that she was in no rush to get to know.
Forcing the very real urge to just carry her into the bath and have his bad way with her, he walked into the bath making sure that his back was facing Rei. Usually, while disorienting, turning back into a guy was a reassuring sensation. The exception was when he was turned on. Going from being wet to being erect was possibly one of the most unusual experience a human being could possibly undergo. Vice versa was also really strange, and was one that Akane had made sure he was intimately familiar with.
He could only snort at the thought. Wasn't his goddamn fault that Shampoo was sexy and really over affectionate.
Ranma sighed in contentment as he entered the hot water. For a moment, all his pent up sexual frustrations just melted away as the warmed washed the tension in his stiff and tired muscles away. Unfortunately, that sexual frustration came right back as Rei joined him in the back, and a naught part of his mind began thinking of all the things you could do with a nubile love slave and a swimming pool sized tub full of hot soapy water...
“Master,” Rei asked him, “Would you like me to massage your back?”
Ranma paused for a moment. As much as he wanted to say no, he didn't want her to feel useless. Besides, he'd have been given massages once or twice and they're felt REAL good. “Alright,” he replied to the girl, “But no funny stuff,” he paused thinking of a way to explain what he was thinking without sounding like an ass, “I'd like to get to know you as a person before I... you know, go all the way with you. Know what I mean?”
Rei sighed as she began to kneed the stiff muscles in his back in a most delightful way. With a tired voice, she said, “I understand, Master. You wish to know if you find my company valuable before you take my virginity so as not to compromise my resale or sacrificial value.” she sighed slightly, I understand, Master. Most would have taken me the moment I was theirs, and if I did not please them, have lamented their hastiness later own. I think... you are being wise.”
“Rei,” Ranma sighed, “It ain't like that. I not gonna sell you, and I sure as hell am not going to sacrifice you. Hell, the reason I bought you and the others wasn't because I wanted slaves.”
Rei blinked in confusion. “It wasn't?”
“No!” Ranma exclaimed. “I did it to protect you! Those other Keepers were sickos. The fat chick would have cut you up and tortured you, the skinny guy would have let his monsters have his way with you, the elf would have whipped you, and the old guy would have used you as a sacrifice! I bought you because I'd have felt guilty if I'd left you to any of those fates!”
Rei paused for a moment and looked at Ranma. “You are a very strange, Master.”
“It that means I ain't a psycho, then thanks,” Ranma deadpanned.
“Does this mean you do not find me desirable?” Rei asked as she once again began to kneed his back.
“I'd have to be blind not to,” Ranma admitted, “Its just like I said, I want to get to know you before I, you know get to know you.”
Rei nodded, “Then I shall aspire to 'get to know' my Master as quickly as possibly.”
Ranma blushed. “Errr... Okay. So, tell me about yourself”
“The details of my life are inconsequential,” Rei stated.
“Come on...” Ranma replied, “Tell me.”
Rei sighed. “Very well, where do I begin. My father was a master slave trainer who had been banished from Dis for angering a greater keeper. My mother was his personal pleasure slave who he had decided would bare him an heir. My mother bore twins. My brother and I. My father took this as an omen, and decided that my brother would be raised as his heir and that I was to be raised from birth to be a slave of the utmost skill any loyalty. His masterpiece he called me. From the moment I could walk, I was trained in how to serve. I have known Melfina and Milly were both sold to him as small children, and I have known them all my life.”
Ranma blanched. “Your own father raised you as a slave?”
“My father was a hard man,” Rei admitted. “But I know no other life and am content.”
Ranma shook his head. The warlock was right. She really didn't know anything else at all...
“Master, do you wish for me to wash your hair?”
“Go ahead.”
Rei nodded and undid Ranma's pig-tail. She scowled slightly. “Master, would it displease you if your slave made a humble recommendation?”
“Go ahead,” Ranma replied.
“Your braid is damaging your hair and has left it a mess. Your slave would like to humbly recommend that you change your hair style.”
Ranma paused for a moment. He used to wear his hair down in a pony tail. Only reason he started with the braid was because he'd eaten that damned dragon hair soup. Of course that had stopped being an issue and the only reason he still wore it was because of habit. He could only shrug. “Sure, make it a normal ponytail.”
Rei nodded and began to wash and comb his hair. He had to admit that having your hair washed felt very nice. He just closed his eyes and relaxed as she worked her fingers through his hair kneeding his scalp.
“That feels nice,” Ranma sighed in contentment.
Rei smiled and once she was finished, rebound his hair and handed Ranma a mirrior.
“Is this satisfactory, Master?”
Ranma took the small mirror and looked at himself. It wasn't bad at all. He'd always though the braid looked kinda silly anyways. He moved the mirror a couple times to see if anything caught his eye. Something did. Something he didn't expect. His eyes.
“Why the hell are my eyes purple?!” he exclaimed, almost dropping the mirror into the bath.
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(Posted Mon, 23 Apr 2007 19:59)
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