[Episode 228192] [Episode 228192]Almost as soon as Ranma had finished drinking, the room began spinning around inside his head. For a few seconds Ranma was aware of Doctor Michiko’s steadying hand guiding the cup safely onto the kotasu, then all consciousness was lost.
Ranma faded in and out of consciousness for quite some time. Coming aware at times to find people poking and prodding from all directions, causing strange sensations in various body parts—head, stomach, chest, arms, back, legs, breasts, and … other parts Ranma didn’t like thinking about even asleep. Dimly Ranma sensed that pressure points were being pressed, moxibistion applied, and hair being washed. It was all a very confused blur, then memory returned and with it the realisation and that it was the brain being washed.
Finally drifting sleepily awake Ranma became aware of strangely pleasant sensations—of gently sucking and vibration in places that shouldn’t be sucked or vibrated—that Ranma gradually determined to be coming from devices attached to the most sensitive of parts.
Ranma snapped awake, strapped down into a gurney, and hooked up to various machines by wires and I.V. tubes. The bonds were firmly secured and Ranma’s muscles were too sluggishly unresponsive to break free. Resistance was futile.
A voice began whispering from an ear bud into his subconscious. It took several moments to realise just what the voice was droning; and several more seconds to realise that the voice sounded surprisingly like Ranma’s own.
“… I want to be obedient. It feels good to do as I’m told. I am happy to be a slave. I want to be obedient. …”
Ranma concentrated on the voice, listened to it repeat for several more moments, and the pleasant sensations increased. Slowly it dawned just what was happening—accepting the voice was rewarded with pleasure. With that realisation came rebellion!
It didn’t take long for whoever, or what ever, was behind the voice to respond to this reaction. The sensations suddently turned from pleasure to pain, and the voice changed its tune. Accompanying the burning sensation of nipples being twisted, and other parts being clamped, came the mantra of, “… I am a bad girl. A very bad slave girl. …”
This lasted for an indeterminable period, then the pain stopped and, after Ranma drifted back to sleep, the voice resumed its original induction, accompanied by pleasant sensations once more.
But after a breif respite to recover, Ranma’s mind began to resist once more. The punishment cycle started almost immediately before switching back to the obediance mantra. Again and again, Ranma stubbornly triggered punishment until the thought penetrated that something else had to be tried.
Instead of simply resisting the voice, Ranma tried to think of other things. Maritial arts, food, family, anything but the voice and the constant stimulation. But each time the voice reacted, and the pain began anew. It was thinking of the Tendo sisters that made it the last attempt —even as the punishment began, Ranma recalled how they would soon be going through the same thing if the deal were to be broken.
Ranma decided then to stop resisting; to pretend to go along with the process. When the voice resumed its droning, Ranma repeated the mantra. This apparent acceptance was rewarded with and increase in the erotic stimulus. As the voice echoed with his thoughts, until it became hard to determine which were which, the stimulation peaked to orgasmic intensity. Then the sensation eased and the voice became praise.
“… I am a good girl. A very good slave girl. …”
As the arousal dimmed and Ranma drifted back towards sleep, the process began again with a new mantra. This time Ranma put up only token resistance.
“… I want to be owned. I will enjoy being a slave. …”
“… I want to please my master. It feels good to be used. …”
“ … I will do all that I’m told. I want to be obedient. …”
“… My master will own my body. My body is beautiful. I love showing it off. …”
“… I am a pleasure slave. I will be used for sex. I will enjoy being a sex toy. …”
“… My master will enjoy my body. My body is made for sex. I will love using my body. …”
“… I am an obedient girl. A very good slave girl. …”
“… I will train hard. I will learn all that I’m taught. …”
“… I am Ranma. I am the best there is. I am a slave girl. I will become the best damned slave ever! …”
With a start, Ranma came to—awaking in a recovery ward, lying on the single hospital-style bed, her body feeling peculiar in a way she could not place. The room itself was empty, save for a strange medical device, with odd attachments—one resembling somewhat a beautician’s hair dryer—mounted near the head of the bed. Sitting up carefully, Ranma observed that one entire wall of the room was completely covered by mirrored glass.
Feeling decidedly odd, Ranma stood up before the mirror and examined the full length reflection—noting it was not changed at all. Oh, clothes had clearly been stripped off at some stage, the hair unbraided and trimmed?, and an electronic collar appeared to be wielded tightly around that slender throat, but there was no sign of abuse or surgery. So the difference must all be in the head.
Something about the mirror though—or knowledge of just where the room was—suggested to Ranma that it was one-way glass. The suspicion that the room might be under observation was confirmed a moment latter when Doctor Michiko Henkoi entered the chamber, accompanied by the goons for hire. Goyle and Crabe.
“Good afternoon, Slave Ranko. How are you feeling today?”
Today?, Ranma wondered, turned to face the doctor, though made no effort to cover nude breasts nor crotch. A peculiar warmth was felt on noticing the appreciation of the two men, but Ranma tried to ignore it, and them. “I feel… I… Well, I’m still myself. The adjustment failed, didn’t it?”
“Hmmm, oh no, My Dear. The process is well underway. For a start, perhaps you’ve noticed how aroused you feel?”
“Aroused?” Ranma paused in confussion. So that was the peculiar heat felt in the breasts and the strange moist sensation down below? Ranma glanced at the hired goons and shuddered and barely noticed shifting to provide a better view. “What did you do to me?”
“Why, just the basic obedience and sensuality package so far, Dear. You resisted the neural remapping for obedience for only a little while; but getting you to accept the other was much harder—until we made a breakthrough by appealing to your pride. Besides, part of the preliminary treatment was to enhance your feminine sex drive many times over.”
“My…what?” Ranma twitched at the thought of having a feminine anything, let alone having it enhanced.
“Well, yes. Various techniques were used to increase your responsiveness of your erogenous zones, you see. It will make you far easier to train, My Dear, and besides—I did promise that you will enjoy your full service slavery.”
“Train…” echoed Ranma with a shiver; but the idea of training also seemed somehow…exciting?
“Yes, we found that you take pride in your training. Why? Now that the process has begun, are you having second thoughts, perhaps? It is too late, though—once begun the adjustment must run its course—but I do hope you aren’t thinking of escape?”
“I…” hesitated Ranma. She turned to eye the two goons, breifly toying with the idea, but quickly dismissed it. She was sure she could easily overpower them, but then what? To break the deal would free Lord Kuno to act against the Tendo sisters, and inevitably place them in just this situation. “No, I won’t be doing that.”
“So glad you realise escape is impossible. We often have such trouble at this stage, before the conditioning sets in.”
“So what happens next?”
“Why, you will undergo various regimes to ensure you are fully trained and conditioned for duties you may be expected to perform. You have a wonderful body, My Dear, and many factions seem interested in putting it to good use in a variety of ways. We must ensure that you are ready, willing, and able to serve them all–as bodyguard, or body slave, in the dojo, or the bedroom. A most interesting challenge indeed.
“But for now we test how obedient you’ve become, Slave Ranko.”
“I don’t feel particularly obedient,” observed Ranma, almost hopefully.
“Well, of course not. The prospective bidders don’t want a submissive pleasure slave, they want, well, you! In all your arogant, self confident, smug glory—but at the same time, you must be obedient. You simply must want to do whatever they ask you to.” Well, she didn’t add, Lord Kuno doesn’t, and specifically wants us to make you forget all about ‘Ranma“. There’s been a lot of discussion as to whether or not we should simply suppress your memories entirely if he wins the bidding—to ensure his safety, if nothing else. She snorted.
If that faction had its way, this ‘Ranko’ would emerge from temporary service only to ‘decide’ to renew under a permanent contract, having ‘discovered’ that she was a love slave. It happened often enough–and without any nudging at all–and it was all very romantic … and just plain stupid, given how many eyes would be cast over the proceedings. But Doctor Henkoi didn’t decide on policy despite how much the thought of catering to the ilk of Lord Kuno went against everything she was conditioned to believe.
”But that–all that’s for latter. Let’s see,” considered Michiko as she tapped her chin and circled around Ranma. From behind she reached around and put a hand on Ranma’s shoulders. “Now, My Dear, where should we start?”
Her left hand slid down to cup Ranma’s breast, eliciting a shocked gasp—not just at being groped, but at how good it felt. “What are you…?”
“Hush now,” chided Michiko. “Just stand quietly like a good girl, My Dear Slave, and let me see how ready you are to serve.”
Protest froze as the words echoed in Ranma’s head. I must stand quietly to be a good girl. I must be ready to serve. While the doctor’s hands continued a most unprofessional breast examination–well, perhaps not considering what her profession actually was–Ranma remained rooted to the spot. Ranma stood motionless and unprotesting, even when Michiko said, “Well, gentlemen, I’m sure you will be pleased to note that it seems that this test will be, shall we say, hands on, after all.” Even seeing eager interest light the goons’ eyes barely caused Ranma to flinch.
On the outside, all was calm, all was quiet. However, quiet as a mouse a voice was whispering, in the back of Ranma’ mind…to fight or flee. Yet this was droned out by a manta chanting, I am a good girl. I must do as I’m told. I want to obey. I am a good girl–a what now? I am a slave. I must obey. …
A tension built up in Ranma’s stomach with the thought of just where this seemed to be going. Then Michiko applied gentle pressure on Ranma’s shoulders and confirmed it. “Be a good girl, and kneel down before these gentlemen—these… hired goons. We promised them a bonus for delivering you promptly, and now you are going to be that bonus.”
Ranma gulped. Surely she could not mean…?
She did. “Our reports suggest you’ve never done this–would never do this–but you do know what oral sex is, do you not? Perhaps you’ve heard of felatio? Fela-chan?”
“Y-yes,” breathed Ranma nervously. It was one of the many new things explored with Akane those last nights. It had been a very pleasant experience, just … just not tried from this end. “You want me to…su…suck their c-coco-cocks?”
“Good girl! That is correct. Oh, and how sweet. It is your very first time. One of many, don’t you worry. Now be a very good girl, and you will enjoy this.”
The goons edged closer, one pushing the other aside to stand right before Ranma—crotch at eye level. Ranma’s lips suddenly dried and required moistening. That action elicited the memory of how sweetly Akane’s tongue had fluttered over his cock with just the same motion—of what Ranma’s own tongue would soon be doing.
“Well, then. Be a good slave girl, and show us some mouth magic,” urged Michiko.
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