Ranma knelt patiently while waiting to be collected by the winning bidder. Patiently on the outside that was; inside Ranma’s stomach churned. As the artificial euphoria of being displayed nude before so many witnesses faded, the worry resumed. Just who had won the bidding, and what would their plans for Ranma entail?
Ranma recalled the preliminary viewing. That was no help at all. Ranma had posed seductively, danced sensuously, and practiced kata, in front of another one way glass. The bidder’s anonymity had been scrupulously preserved, though Ranma’s modesty had not. Three mirrors positioned behind gave an uninterrupted view of the nude body—front, back, and sides—while Ranma displayed speed, strength, grace, and flexibility.
Still, although that gave no clue to their identity, Ranma know what they’d been lead to expect. The viewing did not include a practical demonstration of erotic skills—much to Ranma relief—but the showman directing Ranma’s acrobatic routine had insinuated just what else Ranma’s athletic body could do in private.
“This is an eighteen years old sex slave—with shoulder length red hair, blue eyes, and a thin frame but with padding in all the right places—and a reluctant one of only a few days adjustment. Still somewhat resistant—note how she blushes cutely even while showing off—but fully adjusted and not too difficult to handle. She will be easy to break in, and to be made to yield, once that inner submissiveness is brought out, and she knows that that body will soon belong to the highest bidder, to do with as you please.”
Had Tatewaki Kuno won the bid Ranma would have known what to expect. Tatewaki would undoubtedly have taken his new concubine home, swearing to cherish and respect her with words that did not match his actions. Ranma would have been swept directly into a bedroom where obedient compliance would be mistaken for adoration. Ranma had been prepared to play up the role with a reasonable approximation of enthusiasm; tolerating Tatewaki’s idea of romantic lovemaking, knowing that it would only be time before he sought to claim his other ‘love’.
But being won by someone else changed all that; and not only because of the extra time added between Tatewaki’s inevitable transgression and Ranma’s contractual release. There had been so many faces, and few of them familiar, at the auction, that Ranma did not know what to expect from them all.
Oh, a few simply sought to gain a full service slave for the usual reasons. But most other motivations could only be guessed at.
Some undoubtedly bid on Ranma to simply to spite Tatewaki, which did not mean they had Ranma’s best interest at heart. Perhaps these would want to show off their power over the new acquisition, parading the depths of their control before Tatewaki.
Then there were those who had sought to obtain Ranma for their own reasons. Such as—shudder—the Children of Bast; which could be a fate worse than Tatewaki. Some might claim they had Ranma’s interest in mind, but they had not turned up to ease the Tendo’s debts until the auction caught their interest.
And whether or not saving Ranma had been the intent, the winner had committed a considerable sum to gain an obedient slave ready, willing, and able to give full service. The temptation would be there.
Ranma fidgeted with the robe. It was the only clothing allowed worn since the Adjustment commenced, aside from classes on wearing—and removing—sexy clothes. The material itched at the skin—probably because Ranma was conditioned to wear as little as possible—and Ranma’s overly sensitive nipples had been brushed to hardness.
‘I’m screwed any way you look at it,’ thought Ranma sourly, ‘or soon will be.’
“It’s time to go, Slave Ranko,” noted Michiko Henkoi, walking up and clipping a chain to Ranma’s leash. “I’m proud to say you’ve absorbed your training superlatively. You will be most thoroughly treasured, My Dear. I do hope you enjoy being used.”
“Yes, Mistress.” ‘She actually means it,’ realised Ranma; following her lead. “You’ve done your very best, I’m sure I will.” ‘However much I might not want to.’
Michiko smiled warmly. “That’s the spirit. Walk with pride now, My Dear, for you fetched an absolutely splendid price at auction. Now, let’s introduce you to the people you will be obeying for the next…”
“People?” interrupted Ranma.
Doctor Henkoi frowned. “Mind your manners, My Dear. I understand your excitement, but you are not free to speak your mind. Best you remember that. But yes, I said ‘people’. A conglomerate of bidders pooled their resources to outbid Lord Kuno’s factor. Most unusual, but you are now contracted for … a time share arrangement, I suppose. You will be serving two virile young lords, two older business women, and an elderly gentleman. I’m rather jealous, really.”
Michiko Henkoi was rather peculiar, Ranma noted quietly; again. She’d somehow retained a somewhat romantic view of the process after inducting however many young women into sexual slavery.
“And here they are, My Dear. Lord Shutaro Mendo of the Mendo clan, Mister Mikado Sanzenin of Sanzenin banking, Missus Akiko Natsume of Mishima Heavy Industries, Miss Setsuna Meioh of Timeless Fashions, Elder Katsuhito Masaki of the Masaki shrine, I present to you the slave, Ranko Tendo.”
‘What an odd group,’ Ranma observed quietly, while keeping eyes submissively downcast as instructed. ‘What do they have in common except… ah, Kuno? This could be bad. What do they wish to do with me?’
“Now, then. What do you wish to do with the slave first?”
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