After all, he had barely squeaked by in keeping from being sold to that woman who'd eyed him so creepily, which had turned out for the best since he hadn't wanted to live his life in short pants and bow ties.
One lucky byproduct of his ordeals was that he tended to bounce back from whatever malady had hit him this time. Whether it had come from some sort of response to the lousy quality of the food he'd normally come across, the poisons that he'd come into contact with, or some combination of the two, he tended to be able to digest near about anything. Of course, that didn't mean that it was all that comfortable, or that he particularly liked it, but he could manage it just fine.
That made it so that he was perfectly able to recover from whatever had happened to him. Ranma wasn't quite clear on the details, but he knew that he'd woken up to hear someone coming out from Nabiki's room. It hadn't been any of his business, but his curiosity had been raised. So, on his way to the bathroom, he'd headed over to find out just what Kasumi was doing so late in the evening.
And now he knew that she'd done something to him and her sisters, but that it hadn't been harmful. Rather, it was just going to be putting the younger girls at the mercy of the agencies that collected and processed new slaves. Seeing as they hadn't exactly been keen on going through that, he wasn't sure that it was such a good idea, but he did know that it could be an even bigger mess if he tried to fight it.
In his moment of indecision, he leaned over the edge as best he could to hear what was going on. As it had been going, he'd already been set to get three slave girls and a dojo, which was strange enough, but he was aware of the fact that trouble had a tendency to snowball. Knowing his father, he wouldn't put it past the old man to have already gotten him a fiancee, or entered him into some sort of league already.
From here he could eavesdrop and hopefully catch some clue as to what was going to come crashing into his world next.
"We've done well, haven't we, Tendo?" his old man was saying with the swagger that overconfidence gave a man.
There was a grunt of agreement from Soun's side. "True enough, Saotome. I wish that it hadn't come at the price of my girls' freedom, but...."
"At least this way we can be sure that the boy will have a chance in that way."
"Exactly. And they will be well kept for the rest of their lives."
"What else can we ask for?" Genma drawled, and there was the sound of glassware scraping against wood. "Let's drink to it. To the success of our plans and dreams."
"To the joining of the schools!"
The pigtailed boy hung his head and wondered why he'd expected his Pop to do something other than get drunk. Hopefully, he'd let something important slip before he'd get into the absurd behavior.
Keeping the peace and comfort of her home had always been important to Kasumi, even before she'd been given the 'slave treatment'. As she had told her sisters, the process had only honed her previous tendencies, and gave her another source of reasoning and pleasure to do what she already wanted to. Now she simply wanted to see to her new owner's every need, and was looking forward to all the benefits that would come from it.
Not all of them were sexual though. There was something to be said about seeing a smile on his face at the joy of eating her food, or being shown off to his friends as a point of pride. She had someone that she wanted to please, and to do so was going to be what was expected of her.
Of course she still wanted to place the pleasures of her body at his beck and call. The idea of her soft curves rubbing up against his hard body, having his strong hands fondle the fullness of her breasts, to be able to ride that horse.... Well, she was certainly not about to complain about that part of what was possibly going to happen.
On the other hand, her sisters had been complaining, though that was understandable. Neither one had any clue about what was going to happen to them before this day, and now they were being asked to accept that that their body and minds would be the property of some boy that they had never met before. It was a little daunting, and neither girl had been one for easy submission, what with Nabiki wanting to take advantage over everything, and Akane reacting poorly to sexual matters.
That simply would not do. No matter if her sisters were going to become slaves, Kasumi didn't want them to suffer through it, disliking what they were unable to refuse to submit to. If it were up to her, she'd make it comfortable and enjoyable, with some way of finding some sort of benefit to them in it.
As she remembered, there were those forms that the nice folks from the agency had given them to ask for any particulars about the services used to process her sisters. Filling them out would allow them to pick and choose what Nabiki and Akane would get put into them, but her father had merely been satisfied with the basic obedience packages. Such a choice wasn't exactly all that odd, but it did leave things kind of open.
Taking out the papers, the eldest of the sisters looked them over before pulling a pen out of a drawer. She knew that her father wouldn't complain if she tried to fill the forms out, and that he would like the idea of making her sisters enjoy their new servitude more. With a small smile on her face, she set pen to paper, and tried to come up with some good choices as to what to go with.
For instance, Akane simply needed to relax a lot over what was going on, since she was just so grumpy now. The youngest of the girls was so uptight over the prospect of being used for sex that it was causing her undue worry. No, it was better to bump up her libido towards their Master a couple of notches so that she would really want for him to rip off her clothes and bend her over a table to take her. All that passion and will would do ever so much better when directed into a desire to do well by her owner, and it'd give her a firm base to stand on.
Nabiki did need to get some control on her though. It was rather naughty of her to be going out and soliciting the neighbors for offers to buy herself. The idea that it was possible that the short haired girl was going around in a short skirt and tight blouse to offer 'peeks' at what could be possessed was distasteful at best. To tell the truth, it was probably best to curtail that sort of behavior so that she'd only use skimpy clothing to please their owner. And it would likely be better if she used that planning and clever thinking for their Master's sake, rather than for coming up with those troublesome schemes.
Pleased with what she was coming up with so far, Kasumi pressed the back end of her pen to one soft lip and tried to come up with more ideas of how to help her sisters, while:
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