"That's stupid Kuno logic!"
"It's the logic of the theatre. Let the act unfold some minutes, and even a boor like you, Saotome, will become lost in the scene and forget that the stagehands are there. They are less than props, less than backdrops."
Ranma sank down to the couch. Crossing his arms, he accepted the challenge. The samurai thought that he was a total yokel who had never been to see anything. Even in remote towns, the traditional shows were still performed. It had become a gauntlet slap to his patriotism that he wouldn't react as every Japanese audience was supposed to when a kuroko was on stage. And they hadn't harmed Ryoga. He was there for the guy, if they did. There was only one thing was really wrong. "Geez! The only one that oughta be teasin' the poor guy is me," he muttered under his frown.
"Do not speak and break the spell of the theatre!"
"Hmph! Yeah, yeah."
"I promise you, Saotome, only the greatest of naive simpletons will be left aware of the People of Shadow."
That should have alerted Ranma, but he expected Ryoga to "get lost in the scene".
Ryoga found the liquid in the giant, acrylic glass to be chilly....at first. Something in the foamy concoction heated her skin at a chemical level. So she was relieved of at least that discomfort.
There was still, though, the snare that entangled the accursed body the guy was in. She had no control at all.
...less than that: The men-with-hidden-eyes began manipulating the yo-yo strings. They moved her arms beneath the solution and had her elbows move like wings, before her hands were made to bring up some of the warming mixture and let it fall over that part of her below her face that had yet to be moistened. This was repeated some more times, every time, her narrow shoulders were rolled and shapely legs stretched a little more. 'Damn it!' the muted martial artist thought. 'They're trying to get me to relax, to let my guard down.'
Though whatever money Ryoga was able to acquire went to more essential things, he did know about the kuroko. Their costume was used in bunraku puppet theater. Of course, those were on poles and not marionettes. But these with their yo-yos were obviously not tradition puppeteers. 'I am not a doll for others' amusement!' the naked boy-in-girl protested impotently.
"Uh, Kuno," Ranma whispered, "what's the idea of this, uh, "scene"?"
"The lady was in distress," the narrator whispered back. "It is well known that the best way for a woman to become soothed is a relaxing bath."
Ryoga didn't, of course, want to become soothed. His naturally savage breast would have found it too unusual even without dozens of unseen eyes gazing down on a sleek, soft body she never asked for.
But her body's performance were being conducted by true puppet masters. They had her do everything a girl would do in a refreshing soak. They had her hands...bring up the bath oil rich 'liquor' and let it drizzle down on her...go beneath the suds and caress her own silky skin...fondle her erogenous zones until endorphins were released into all of her...massage any tension that remained in her muscles.... And during all this, she was made to writhe sinuously and slowly, loosening her joints and losing her cricks and kinks.
'No!' she protested as the warm aroma of cinnamon and lilacs smothered her maleness. Those who wished to make her feel sexy and feminine seemed to be winning. Her lids lowered further and further, only reopened briefly, before they became drowsy again.
But even in the softly glowing, sweet darkness Ryoga saw those unseen eyes boring into her, ogling and leering at his shame.
(Posted Sun, 03 Aug 2008 11:21)
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