[Episode 228325] [Episode 228325]
All thoughts seemed to drain out of Ranma’s mind except for the hard cocks bobbing before her eyes and the need to obey. First taking both in hand, then one by mouth and switching between them back and forth. Hesitantly at first, but slowly with greater tolerance.
“My, you are a natural,” commented Michiko.
“She’s … not … bad…” grunted one of the apes.
The criticism filtered through to Ranma. While Ranma had never performed felatio, of course, Akane’s eagerness to turn every trick in the book had demonstrated everything needed to give a first class blow job, or two. A touch of hurt pride sparked Ranma to greater effort, to show them that who was the best there was.
Those pricks were devoured by a mouth that sucked like a hoover and blew like a sax player. Lips and fingers stroked the shaft, tongue and thumb played over the heads, until they exploded over Ranma’s face with twin fountains of cream, and Ranma’s right mind returned—shocked and embarrassed.
Wait. What was I thinking?
“My, you are a quick learner,” commented Michiko, kneeling down behind a still dazed Ranma, to help clean the mess. “One would hardly guess you’ve never done this before. But here you are, bathed in semen and an afterglow.”
“After glow?” repeated Ranma.
“Oh. Don’t claim you didn’t cum, Dear. Just look at how flushed your skin is and—” she reached down to brush Ranma’s pussy lips “—you are thoroughly moist and ready.”
Ranma’s eyes widened and glanced at the cocks, stiffening for a second round, and realised what Michiko expected. “Oh, no, I…”
“Aren’t you a good girl?” intoned Michiko. “You want to obey, don’t you? Remember why you are here.”
“Y…ess,” hissed Ranma. “I must be obedient…” Ranma had to be. “I can do this.” For the sake of the Tendo girls, Ranma would accept it all in their place.
“Good,” praised Michiko. “Now, show these goons how obedient you are. Do everything they say. Let them go all the way. Let yourself go and enjoy it all.”
For the rest of what seemed like hours, Ranma spent on hands and knees fucking and sucking the goons. Ranma felt utterly depraved to be held and caressed by their large hands. It felt humiliating being used by those jerks. Ranma’s body was mauled, breasts groped, and holes penetrated again and again.
However, the utterly worst thing was, that by the end of the marathon session, Ranma was not pretending to participate at all. As the goons fondled and fucked Ranma’s overly sensitive body, the erogenous stimulation just felt too good, that Ranma was soon cumming hard.
One after the other, the orgasms just grew more and more intense. With each pounding fuck, tolerance faded into enjoyment, resistance was drowned out by moans, and the screamming orgasms burned away shame.
It seemed the goons would have been happy to fuck Ranma through the morning and well into the afternoon, but Michiko eventually sent them on their way—throughly satisfied to report that ‘Ranko’ was indeed being well adjusted for slavery—though presumably they would omit the incriminating details if they were smart.
“Now then, My Dear, let’s get you cleaned up.”
“You’re turning me into a stupid slut!” Ranma. “A mindless bimbo.”
“Nonsense,” chided Michiko as she poured hot water over her patient’s hair, washing off shampoo and semen. “You simply like sex, that’s all. It’s perfectly natural—with a little help. You’ll thank us for it.”
Ranma growled something uncomplimentary.
“Of course you will. When the highest bidder gets hands on this wonderful body, how could they resist? Who ever it is, you’ll be throughly used, you’ll see. So why not enjoy it as much as possible?”
Ranma frowned, knowing who was counted most likely to succeed, and while it would make it much easier it would make pretending to be his most loving mistress, Ranma did not want to enjoy it at all.
“Now let’s see what you know about makeup. We’ll be displaying you to bidders soon, and you want to make a good impression.”
Ranma’s trainning continued.
Hours where spend lying on the gurney with the adjustment helm reinforcing the lessons of obedience and pleasure. The voice droned on while a hypnotic swirl held Ranma’s gaze. The words lost to conscious recall, but buried deep in Ranma’s psyche.
Trainning sessions were held in learning makeup and feminine deportment”and learning how to walk proudly as a sex slave, putting everything on display without embarrasment. Others took place in a gymnasium, where Ranma was charged with keeping that salable body tonned, and martial arts skills sharp–a releif for Ranma.
On the other hand there were also the make-out sessions, where Ranma practiced fellation, paizuri, and everything naughty and nice. The partners for these marathon sessions fucking and sucking were slaves owned by the adjusters. They were studs who provided a real workout, and pushed Ranma’s doxie training to the limit.
There were bondage sessions. Discipline and roleplay training. Instructions on working at a hostess bar or soapland, duties of a sexy bodyguard, display postures for photography modelling, use of feminine hygiene products and various sex toys, and so forth.
And between them all, it was back to lying on the gurney with the adjustment helm reinforcing its lessons of sensuality and submission.
As the cycle continued, and shame or resistance Ranma had left were burned away. It became easier for Ranma to tolerate constantly being used and on display–to even take a perverse pride in fully satisfying the trainers demands and to fully participate as though really enjoying it.
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