[Episode 245620] [Episode 245620]
Ranma was trying her best to do the right thing, and in her mind the sexual elements of the game world were something she was trying to ignore so far. On the plus side she knew she’d have to work on her slave trainer skills to form an adventuring group since it seemed likely all her recruits would be sex-slaves. It was also something good to have experience in since the majority of the status ailments of this world were sexual transformations and enhancements, plus some things would be better dealt with through sex instead of combat.
On the downside, while there were positive transformations and sexual encounters, most were a definite disadvantage, at least to Ranma’s view. Also getting too involved with the sex part meant taking time away from combat training and preparation, and this was one of those places where she’d need to have supplies to go adventuring.
The deciding factor was that Ranma wanted to stay home to wait for Ami to wake up. The poor cat-girl likely hadn’t slept for days due to her heat and she wanted to be there for her when she came around to explain why she was collared.
So since she was in the house, she could either read what was in the library which was more detailed than the summaries in her journal, or she could train her mistress skills now and combat after Ami woke up.
Ranma was almost tempted to return to the study, but she was already at her reading and preparation limit and getting some action was just what she wanted.
So she stripped in her dressing area, unequipping most of her clothing to her storage space. Her wardrobes didn’t have much clothing stored within, but at least she had some to choose from without requiring a shopping trip. Her selection of garments though was in just the one color scheme, mainly black with a bright sky blue for lingerie and white with blue for her dresses
Keeping just the crotchless pantyhose that looked like stockings on, she withdrew a pair of blue stiletto pumps from the wardrobe along with a shiny blue satin corset with optional cups for her breasts and matching blue satin panties. Now suitably undressed for the sort of bedroom games a princess plays with her adoring servants, she turned to her vanity, selecting a few bracelets and bits of jewelry to complete the image and make up for her lack of gloves.
More than the outfit though was the mood, and her experiences since getting cursed and arriving in Nerima weren’t helping her.
Closing her eyes she tried to recall her previous game experience, starting as a female martial artist. Then meeting a girl trying to become more courageous by playing a knight, but tended to run screaming from fights. After encouraging her, she stood back a bit letting the girl take the front-lines more and more as she gained confidence.
It was an evolution of that shift that led the knight to treating her like a princess, giving Ranma a new pleasant experience in turn.
Sighing slowly to center herself, Ranma felt like she was in the mood to deal with her body sexually again.
Nabiki tended to think of mistresses along the lines of wearing their sexy little leather outfits and maybe wielding a riding crop or some other disciplinary toy.
Ranma came back to the bathroom wearing little more than a satin corset and silky stockings and demurely wielding a fan. It wasn’t the sort of outfit Nabiki thought could work, but Ranma came back with the attitude to make it work, calmly gazing at the nude elf.
After a moment the statuesque red-head snapped her fan closed and beckoned for her to follow as she walked through the dressing room back into the bedroom. From there Ranma went over to the sitting chair by the window, nudging the nearby pillow into position with her foot before sitting in the chair.
Glancing around the room briefly before kneeling on the pillow, Nabiki was picking up the theme with the chairs and pillows. This time her pillow was right in front of the chair, so close that she wasn’t surprised when Ranma rubbed her hip with one foot and brought the other up to rub her calf softly against the elf’s slender neck.
Nabiki was surprised to find herself kneeling on a pillow obediently again despite wanting to be more active in seducing Ranma to play with her. That concern didn’t last long as Ranma relaxed back into her upholstered chair and removed the cups of her corset, letting her breasts free of the confinement. Then ever so teasingly she traced a trail from between her breasts, down her belly, stopping at the stocking clad calf at Nabiki’s cheek.
Nabiki realized she’d missed the chance when the red-head sighed and tapped the top of her left breast with her fan. “I want you to kiss your way up.”
A little surprised with herself, the elf found herself shy about submissively kissing Ranma’s female form. Craving cock she could deal with, and being bound and played with was nice. This however took an act of submission on her part, although it was a bit of a turn-on to look up those legs and having Ranma be so deliciously dominant.
The well-built red-head soon turned annoyed with the indecisive elf. “Is there a problem?”
Nabiki wasn’t particularly turned on by worshipping the red-head’s sexy woman body with her lips, but it wasn’t really a turn-off either. She didn’t know what her problem was with obeying other than actually submitting. “No.”
The unsure answer seemed to annoy her mistress further, the red-head taking her foot from Nabiki’s hip and bringing it up between her thighs until she was firmly rubbing it up against her juicy pussy. “No Mistress.”
Seizing up form the sensation, Nabiki tried not to fall over or lose her composure as she answered. “Sorry Mistress.”
Ranma sighed as she got comfortable by bringing her raised leg down and shifting it under her other leg. That had the dual effect of allowing her to rest her feet on the cushion as well as push her foot more firmly into Nabiki as she gently rubbed her stocking clad arch against the puffy vulva of her pet elf.
Now Nabiki was truly conflicted as her mistress was comfortably reclining in her chair while almost idly working her pussy into insanely new levels of arousal. Just to stay upright she had to brace her arms against her knees to steady herself. It wasn’t much longer before she started orgasming, although the strange sensations made her quickly realize she was in trouble. She gasped as the spikes of pleasure rocked her, but it did nothing for her still rising arousal.
Gasping as the pleasure just continued to build and flow and ebb, making her brain foggy in a hot haze of arousal, Nabiki stuffed her hands down between her legs to try and get more. An idle gesture from Ranma however reconnected her wrist and thigh bracelets with chains. Nabiki was able rub her clit briefly before the chains slowly shortening pulled her hands too far away to touch herself.
Now unable to brace herself, Nabiki leaned forward until her cheeks were resting on her mistress’s thighs.
Ranma heaved a sigh as Nabiki was proving a bit petulant at her training. A little flex of her leg however lifted Nabiki’s rear into the air, the elf having little resistance as she was pulled upwards by her leash. Partially sliding down the stockings clad leg to leave a shiny honey trail along the shin, Ranma tugged the moaning elf into her lap by her leash.
Without her legs properly beneath her, Nabiki found herself almost entirely supported by her swollen pussy atop Ranma’s knee. Unable to support herself she couldn’t help resting tits first against Ranma’s chest, the red-head having her obviously at her mercy now. “Nabiki-chan, do you have a problem with me?”
Nabiki didn’t know what to say, but she was obviously in trouble now. “Ah, no Mistress.”
Ranma steadied her slave a bit, helping her get her legs beneath herself by lifting her ass up with her knee. “Then you can start here and kiss your way back down. Unless of course you have a problem. I could take you out for a walk in the park. I’m sure all the dog boys would love to take care of your little problem if that’s all you want.”
Uncomfortably aroused by the thought of being taken for a walk like a bitch and getting it from furry and non-furry dog boys in the park, Nabiki shook it off. It was okay for something like that to seem like naughty fun, but when it started to seem like a good idea, she had a problem. That problem was that Ranma was getting annoyed with her instead of screwing her. “Sorry Mistress. I didn’t mean to offend.”
Ranma could see Nabiki was disappointed with herself instead of trying to be defiant, just needing time to adapt to the situation. Relaxing a bit on the strictness, the red-head gently stroked the back of her pet’s neck and back, calming her down. Then uncuffing Nabiki’s hands, she brought them up close to her breasts before chaining the wrist cuffs to Nabiki’s collar with enough chain that the elf could touch her own nipples. “There, I’ll give you one more chance.”
Sighing in frustration as she was really wanting sexual relief but all she had to quell the hot itch was humping her crotch against Ranma’s toned silky thigh, Nabiki used her hands to steady herself as she kissed the top of Ranma’s breastbone with a few kisses that tickled her throat. From there she moved downwards, briefly trailing kisses down the exposed cleavage, admiring the satin corset until she lingered at the panty-clad crotch, her nose sensitive to the smell of cock hiding just beneath the soft satin.
Reluctantly Nabiki continued downwards, kissing along the inside of a thigh until a gentle touch on her head guided her to the part of Ranma’s thigh that was slick with her honey. Her juices seemed more potent this time, and although an interesting sweet taste, it was definitely not what Nabiki was wanting. While more of that thick cum was at the top of her taste list, the red-head’s deliciously toned flesh had a pleasant taste to it.
Still this was obviously not about Nabiki enjoying herself, so the elf dutifully licked up her honey trail, enjoying the more masculine but still deliciously feminine taste of Ranma on the non-honey drenched parts of her leg.
As she got down past the knee and was kneeling on her cushion again, the benefits of having partially free hands allowed her to lift the leg up and rest the stiletto pump against her breastbone as she licked and kissed the dribble of honey on the stocking clad shin.
She was preparing to lick the honey drenched foot clean when Ranma withdrew her leg from her grasp, setting it firmly down on the side with her knees spread. Snapping her fan back out, Ranma illustrated a trail leading from her cleavage up the side of her neck.
Taking the fan tapping as her cue, Nabiki stood up, spreading her legs wide to plant her feet on either side of her cushion as she leaned far forward and down with her ass in the air to kiss her mistress between the cleavage. Bracing herself with her hands on those strong shoulders holding up those large breasts, Nabiki lovingly made her way slowly across a clavicle with her lips before trailing up the red-head’s neck to end teasingly below her ear. “Yes Mistress?”
Smirking a bit, Ranma smiled at old memories. “Heh, this reminds me of the princess game.” Humming amusedly at her old memories, the princess sounded pleased when she remembered an old rule. “The princess’s body is sacred, disrespect it again like that and you will be punished. Is that going to be a problem Nabiki-chan?”
Blinking the elf drew back a little to the side so they could be at a more proper speaking distance. “No Mistress.”
Relaxing a little, Ranma decided it was time the ground rules were made clear. “Alright, now for your training to progress you need obedience training. For me though, I’d like you to be affectionate and willing. For you, you want sex, right?”
Taking a moment herself, Nabiki wanted to make herself clear before she really screwed up. “Sex yes, but I like the training and the loving too. I’m sorry about messing up before, it’s just that doing this for real is kind of different.”
Smiling gently, Ranma put one of her arms around Nabiki while fishing into her panties with her free hand. “It’s alright. I think you’ve earned your reward now.”
Dismissing the binding chain on Nabiki’s wrist cuffs, Ranma considered how to properly tease her little elf. “You want to be mine? To belong to only me?”
Staring at the cock slowly swelling past six inches of hardness out of those blue satin panties, Nabiki snapped her gaze back up to her mistress before she offended again. “Yes Mistress.”
Smiling gently with a hint of sadness, the red-head gave her pet elf a look that momentarily made her forget about the burning ache in her pussy demanding cock. “Lady Ranma Saotome, Princess of the Order of Serenity and her loving servant Nabiki. These bodies and lives are ours now, not some game we’re going to wake up from any day now. Even if there is an exit and we regain our old bodies, we’ll have spent so long here, this will be who we really are. Are you really ready?”
Focusing on Ranma’s face, Nabiki took a breath and closed her own eyes for a moment. “I understand.” Opening her eyes back up, she gave the red-head a look of determination. “Yes Lady Ranma, I’m yours if you’ll have me.”
Hearing that brought back fond memories of the special friends and their teasing use of Lady Ranma as a term of endearment. Gazing at Nabiki as she considered making new fond memories, Ranma pulled the elf possessively into her lap. Getting up while carrying Nabiki in her arms was trickier than she expected, her current body not as insanely strong as her old one, but she did it easily enough to not spoil the moment.
Now standing with the elf in her arms, Ranma made her way out of the bedroom for the main room before seating herself on a chaise. Much like a sofa, the chaise had a high back at one end meant to be reclined against with an armrest for the right arm where the back of a typical sofa would be. This left the other end free for feet to dangle from, or in Ranma’s case a place to sit down without anything in the way of moving around.
Careful to keep Nabiki’s rear off the fabric before she knew how bad the stains would be to deal with, Ranma kept the juicy elf held helplessly in her arms. “So Nabiki-chan, you said something about loving putting your lips around my cock?”
Hoping Ranma was going to screw her sometime soon, Nabiki wasn’t about to derail her reward with useless complaints. “Yes... Mistress?”
Putting Nabiki down to stand before her, Ranma gently corrected her servant. “My Lady, Lady Ranma, Hime-sama or Princess if you say it affectionately enough. You’re in training to be my servant now.”
Nude, confused and oh-so-very aroused, Nabiki stared at her mistress. “I don’t understand.”
Ranma raised three fingers for the elf. “There are three types of training: slave using bondage gear, servant like a maid, and pet training which is affectionate and submissive. Right now we’re Lady Ranma and her maid, understand?”
Blinking a little, it wasn’t hard to keep up with such simple straightfroward explanations. Nodding her head forward she gave a quick bow in the little personal space she had. “Yes Lady Ranma, understood.”
Tenderly Ranma grasped the elf just under her ears, firmly bringing her head gently down until Nabiki was almost kissing the tip of her swaying male rod. “Good, now I want to explore your limits to swallow a little. Grab my wrists with your hands, if you squeeze hard or tap out, then I’ll pull out.”
Gently grasping her mistress’s wrists, Nabiki simply opened her lips to accept the shaft as her confirmation. Despite the concern Ranma was showing her kinky sex-slave fantasies were making Nabiki pant with anticipation of what she was about to experience, the concern simply saying that she was about to give oral service of such magnitude that her safety was an issue.
Ranma raised herself up to standing height by kneeling on the chaise, slipping her cock slowly past the elf’s lips. Her length slid easily down the elf’s throat, their position already having aligned mouth and throat as Nabiki had her face pressed into her mistress’s belly. All the way in, Ranma slowly worked her hips back and forth, noting how easily Nabiki had taken it. “Alright, now I’m going to make it a bit bigger with every stroke. The biggest you can swallow will be what I satisfy that needy honey-pot for yours with.”
The proclamation got the needy elf further worked up, both at the idea of the challenge of swallowing something big just so she’d get screwed by something big, as well as the simple declaration that Ranma could make her cock bigger at will.
Already an impressive twelve inches long and two inches thick, by the perverse game world standards that was just average. Six was the smallest Ranma could have it hard at, but it could expand to eighteen inches long with little difficulty. Twenty-four inches was her maximum, although her control would be a bit strained at that point. Unless she changed her proportions, it would be about one inch thick per six inches in length, an important consideration since a mere three inches thick was thicker than a baseball bat.
With only a few inches pulling out at a time before being buried to the hilt down her throat again, Nabiki was in bliss as the cock-head stayed past the clit-like bumps that had replaced her tonsils. The only thing she concentrated on was keeping her throat relaxed and the rest of her holding steady, the elf finding the single-minded concentration on keeping her pleasure going enthralling.
With each thrust in it started to bump down past the top of her breast bone, gradually inching down her throat towards her stomach with each wet smack of her lips against the red-head’s soft groin. While she was almost morbidly curious what it would feel like if it actually reached her stomach, the elf found herself curious at the lack of ache in her jaw. By this point the shaft had gotten fairly thick, distending her lips around the root, but her jaw felt a bit curious.
Belatedly remembering her mouth was basically a second vagina in function with soft pink flesh inside let her realize her jaw was different as well. The hinge seemed to be soft and stretchy and if what she was feeling was right her jaw was actually spreading apart at her chin, making her think of a snake swallowing something whole.
Drifting off in the warm pleasure that was more like laying in sunshine after a massage than bursts of orgasmic pleasure, Nabiki blinked as she realized Ranma had stopped stuffing increasing amounts of cock down her throat. She was mutely astounded by both hers and Ranma’s sexual capacity since she could feel the tip of the cock bumping under her belly, having finally stretched past her ribcage.
Satisfied that Nabiki could apparently do a sword swallowing act now without discomfort or breathing problems, Ranma slowly started withdrawing her cock. While she expected a certain amount of suction from the act, before she’d pulled out halfway the suction got strong enough that she pulled Nabiki bodily with her. “Nabiki you can stop sucking, I want to pull out now.”
Confused herself, Nabiki realized the suction had nothing to do with her breathing. Once the shaft was past her tongue, her airways were apparently modified for her to breathe through her nose without issue. Just trying to exhale from her mouth and perhaps help push out the cock made her confused as she couldn’t breathe that way. Of course, stuffed as she was with her voice box flattened there was no way to tell Ranma any of this.
Not wanting to push against Nabiki’s forehead to force themselves apart, Ranma came up with an alternative solution. “Sit Nabiki.”
Blinking and unable to do little else expression wise, Nabiki crouched down, her face still pointing towards Ranma’s crotch as she bodily aimed the cock stuffed down her throat towards the floor.
Now able to use Nabiki’s own body weight to help pull them apart, Ranma lifted her hips up and back. Worrying that the suction pull was too much to break without hurting Nabiki, the crimson haired mistress was surprised when they separated with a loud wet pop.
Landing in a reclining position at the other end of the chaise, Ranma quickly pulled herself forward to find Nabiki sitting on her ass, legs spread and her mouth gaping open wide enough to swallow apples whole. “Nabiki, you okay?”
Staring at the amusing sight of Ranma pressing her almost arm sized cock into the chaise with her cleavage, Nabiki worked her jaw back and forth, helping close it with her hand. It took a moment for her jaw to return to a normal position from the unhinged swallowing mode, but she felt with practice it would become natural to her somehow. “I’m fine. That was kind of fun, but I think you were supposed to fill my belly and that would have broken the suction. I wasn’t doing it on purpose.”
Eyes brightening up, Ranma realized what that was about now. “Oh right, the nymph thing. Didn’t know it worked that way. You still think that’s fun?”
Licking her lips Nabiki found herself a bit hungry and wanting that warm contentment again. “Oh yeah, Nabiki likes. I do believe Lady Ranma said something about stuffing her poor slave’s honey-pot though, but feel free to practice afterwards and see how that suction works.”
Trying to get up to seductively pose on all fours before her mistress, Nabiki was confused as her honey splattering mound had attached to the polished stone floor like a suction cup. As this was the first time she’d sat on her ass instead of kneeling since becoming a sex-slave, she was just now finding out her swollen mound could kiss the seat in such a position. Putting a little more effort into it, she pulled herself from the floor with a wet pop, grinning at Ranma. “Oh my, it looks like my honey pot is getting real needy now. I could barely pull myself away.”
Blinking Ranma looked at the elf, realizing her nymph enhanced pussy over-flowing with honey might just be more cock hungry than her mouth in the literal sense.
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