[Episode 191109] [Episode 191109]Fortunately it wasn”t all bind them and leave them hanging.
“Awe, man, when Mom said I had to keep them on a short leash to be punished and disciplined, I really wish she’d been speaking figuratively,” Ranma complained.
He sounded uncomfortable, but Haruka and Michiru didn’t think he had cause for complaint. They were the ones on the other end of the leash, hobbled wrists to ankles, so they were forced to crawl inelegantly around the garden on all fours! He was merely the one walking behind, and the view was bound to be most pleasant, if distracting.
Certainly the inordinate number of visitors out for a stroll seemed to find it amusingly so. The mansion’s staff were mostly maids, with only the occasional combat butler, which was bad enough, but there also seemed to be many visitors ushered through the garden that day. Far too many men from the village for the bound maidens’ comfort.
“Just think of it as another weird training scheme, Goshujin-sama,” Maid Makoto advised. “Which it is, I guess.”
“I’m trying,” an Ranma protested. “But, well…”
Haruka wriggled her arse and looked back at him impishly. Michiru appeared to be more troubled by the boy’s plight than amused. They’d learned, pretty quickly, that for all his blushing protestation, he wasn’t just going to let them go. Nor was he going to be easy to out maneuver. He was too fast, and too strong, and they too tightly bound in silk or latex, for a simple escape bid.
Yet other than the ease with which he handled two grown women, he seemed mostly harmless. He could certainly force his helplessly bound captives to do just about anything, but he was too freaking embarrassed to want to do so! Haruka seemed to find it absolutely hilarious to tease the naive youth outrageously. Michiru, though, figured it was only a matter of time before that backfired.
“Well, the sooner you get started the sooner you’ll finish, Goshujin-sama,” Maid Makoto advised with a calmness she didn’t feel by the flustered blush spreading across her cheeks. “Then you can get back to your Elemental School lessons with Ami.”
“Awe, man!” he protested as he accepted the sponge from her. “Can’t you give me a hand here?”
“Oh, no!” Maid Makoto protested most firmly and sincerely. “Your mother bade you to take care of them yourself, and I’m not going be one to get on her bad side. No way, no how!”
“I don’t think she’d mind if you helped out,” he countered. “Just a little. You’re supposed to do things for me!”
“Help out, yes,” Maid Makoto agreed as she stood by with the soapy bucket and towel. “That is a maid’s duty to her lord and master, after all, and I’m here for that. But doing things for you, no, that is your duty! Especial-like when your mother, who is, you know, the All Powerful Wizard of this Anchor, says you are to take proper care of them!’”
Ranma looked at Haruka without trying to see the intimate bits, looked helplessly back up at his maid servant, and pleaded with the ultimate sad-puppy-dog-eyes technique.
“On, no! Don’t look at me like that,” she protested and made a warding gesture. “That won’t work on me! I’m not stupid, I’m not gullible, and I’m not gonna do it!”
So with great reluctance, Ranma set about sponge bathing the nearly naked women. At first Ranma tried to get it over with quickly. That didn’t really help! Michiru squealed as Ranma’s gave her a brisk scrubbing down and Maid Makoto rapped him over the knuckles for his trouble.
“Take it slow and steady, Goshujin-sama,” she scolded him. “Rub firmly but gently! Particularly around the nipples. The breasts are very sensitive, and a girl will like you to take time with them. Yes, that’s better. Look at how you’re making Michiru squirm. You’re doing a real good job.”
The maid paused and considered, “though if you need practice, I can always give you some private tuition latter on…”
He was conscious, intimately conscious, of the fact that they were rather mature. Their fully developed figures were rather blatantly obvious after all, and Makoto insisted that he not skimp on any bits. She demanded that he scrub the hot soapy water into even the most delicately private parts.
“Your mother is going to want to know that you’ve done a thorough job of it,” she insisted. “And I don’t want to have to tell her no; so don’t you dare miss a spot!”
Her instructions helped, though he felt she was yielding to a wicked impulse or two when she chided, “don’t just wash the surface down there. Make sure to wash the hard to reach spots. Let your fingers do the walking. Don’t worry about how much Haruka’s moaning; she likes it, really.”
Ranma changed the topic to distract himself from what his hands were doing to his helpless captives, and prevent Makoto from giving further naughty pointers. “So exactly what do you remember now?”
“About what, Master?” Maid Makoto demanded, startled by the unexpected turn.
“About all this,” Ranma gestured to the mansion, scattering a spray of suds. “You know, from before the Shattering? I mean, the last thing I knew, I was rescuing a bunch of cheerleaders from some wicked witch, then I woke up in bed with, erm, in bed. Everything in between is kind of a blur, though its getting clearer.”
Maid Makoto scrunched her face in contemplation then replied, “oh, well, pretty much everything… I think. From what I gather, we’ve all been suffering from amnesia since the Shattering, which is apparently not too uncommon. Since we were all found ‘washed up’ on the borders of the Anchorage together, your Mother simply decided to make the nine of us your personal hand maids.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that,” Maid Makoto agreed. “Once she decided it, so we became. She does have a certain amount of authority here, after all.”
“Yeah. Her wish is everyone’s command, or something,” Ranma said, still trying to wrap his head around the concept despite slowly clearing memories of her wielding absolute power.
“Not quite that, but she is absolute ruler of all she surveys,” Maid Makoto agreed, then reconsidered. “Well, maybe something like that after all. According to Ami, your mother’s idea of maid etiquette has shaped our behaviour; her Will imprinted the Role upon us. I haven’t noticed it myself, but apparently the longer a maid works here the more comfortable with the Rules she becomes and we’ve been here several months since the Shattering.”
Ranma gulped as he considered the implications of that. For one thing, if the girls had been behaving according to his mother’s idea of a maid’s service, while they didn’t know better, it would certainly explain why they had all woken up together. However, it was best, he decided, to totally ignore that, not ever mention it, and pretend it completely didn’t happen.
Looking for a safe topic to change to, he asked, “so, ah, how come we seem to have recovered our memories?”
“I’ve no idea, Master,” Maid Makoto replied. “But either we just happened to all recover at the same time by some strange coinkidink,” she shrugged to indicate how likely she thought that was, “or something must have happened to trigger it last night.”
“Ah, so…” Ranma responded vaguely and evasively. “So, what do we do to fix all this?”
“Our opinion is a bit divided on that score, Goshujin-sama,” the maid admitted. “We’re not sure how to put a shattered reality back together, or even if we should try. Even if we can find out how to do it, there’s bound to be opposition by several Anchorlords who’d prefer that the current situation remain as it is. Still, if there is a way, our enemy, the ‘sorceress’ you recall, is probably out there plotting how to put things back together her way. At the very least, she’ll try and set up an Anchor of her own and bring us under her power.”
“Alright. So where do we start looking?”
The maid paused, then suggested, “I suggest that we should work out how this system of Flux and Anchors actually works, Goshujin-sama. We have learned a little Flux power from our time as maids, but the only one of us with enough freedom to find out more about the outside is you, Goshujin-sama.”
“Me? Why me?”
“You are the Anchor Person’s son, after all, Goshujin-sama. We –well, most of us– have found that can’t abandon our duties as maids for long, any more than we can resist the local law of Gravity. On the other hand, since we’re your personal handmaids, if you need to go somewhere, we’re duty bound to follow.”
“So what do we do first?”
“We feed your pets, get them back on display, and you go speak with Maid Ami, Goshujin-sama,” Maid Makoto listed. She twirled a lock of hair around her finger and added flirtaciously, “unless you want to spend a little time with me in the garden.”
(Posted Mon, 25 Jun 2007 07:51)
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