[Episode 254265] [Episode 254265]Most of the Nerima Wrecking Crew gathered at the Tendo Dojo, watching Nabiki slowly drink her third cup of tea.
The girl had returned earlier that morning, wearing a silk robe and a flustered blush. She had immediately called a meeting of whoever could make it, and then gave Kasumi a series of tea bags, requesting as much as she could make.
Hibiki Ryouga was off wandering elsewhere, and wasn’t expected back in a while. Happosai wasn’t in the area, and probably wouldn’t be back for a few more days. And the Kunos . . .
Nabiki shuddered. She had gone to school with Tatewaki, had been friends with him up until the financial crisis of her mother’s death had forced her to freeze her heart and become the Ice Queen of Furinkan. To see him die like that . . . Nabiki clamped down on her emotions. Mourning could come later . . .
Finally, she looked up and took in the crowd. Kodachi was leaning against a support, looking both terrifyingly sane, saddened, and determined. Kasumi was worrying her hands, as she sat next to her father. The Amazons sat in silence, Shampoo and Mousse looking worried, and Cologne looking grim. Ukyo sat a little ways away, frowning impatiently. Saotome Nodoka sat in seiza, looking both tranquil and worried. And Genma . . .
“WHERE IS THAT SON OF MINE?!? Oh, to have such a weak boy . . . “
The Tendo ex-mercenary rolled her eyes, idly noting that the man that she had previously called her father broke out in tears and mumbled something about marriage.
Clearing her throat, Nabiki put down her tea cup, “Several days ago, Kuno Tatewaki tried to use an ancient magical artifact to reclaim his “two loves”. It obviously didn’t go as planned.”
To her surprise, Kodachi snorted, “Obviously. Get to the point!” When she realized that everyone was now staring in shock at her, she rolled her eyes, “My brother was violently murdered only days ago, and the only person who knows what happened seems to be stalling! I want to know whether Ranma-kun was able to avenge his death, and if not, where I can find the bastard who did this!”
Nabiki swallowed, realizing that there was more to Kodachi than she realized, “The monster that killed Tatewaki is dead, but it wasn’t at Ranma-kun’s hands.” When everyone turned incredulous looks at her, she continued, “I was hiding behind the bushes, trying to get a better view for Tate-baby’s next beating when he broke that damned orb he was carrying around. The instant he broke it, Ranma started freaking out, and practically ordered my baby sister to run to the nearest phone and call backup. Then th-that THING appeared and –“
The middle Tendo had to pause, realizing that her hands were shaking. With difficulty, she managed to pour herself another cup of tea, and deeply drank it in. After a minute of reinforcing herself, she decided to skip over what Akane did to Ranma-chan before running out of there.
“When the thing appeared, its action was to tear Kuno-baby to pieces. It said something about a clan . . . Suzuka, I think. I was too busy trying not to masturbate in the bushes from the aura it was putting off.” Nabiki swallowed. “Ranma attacked, and – “
“Wait,” Cologne gasped, eyes wide with shock, “Muko-dono attacked?!? Wasn’t he in his cursed form then?”
Nabiki took a moment to reorient herself, “Y-yes, she was.”
The old Chinese Elder took in her image, only to see no sign of a lie, “No female could have stood against that aura, much less FIGHT against it! The last time our tribe faced a High Shikima, several of our sisters had to sacrifice themselves just to be able to give the rest of us time to escape!”
Shampoo stared at her Great-grandmother in shock. Cologne wasn’t surprised. Few Amazon women remembered that day, and none who did were willing to speak of it. Ever.
Until now.
A bitter laugh brought the NWC’s attention back to Nabiki, “Ranma fought against that thing alright. It and its two penises as well.” She rolled her eyes as Kasumi made a strangled gasping sound and Nodoka scowled disapprovingly. “Newsflash, ladies! This thing was a Sex Demon, and not a weak one, either! Ranma brought out her best moves, and fought to kill! All it did was make it laugh as it continued to hit Ranma its fluid. Ranma took enough in, the experts said, to turn half our school into horny sluts waiting for a fresh cock, and she still kept fighting long after it tripped her and tied her up with its tentacles!”
By now, Kasumi was a mixture of white with horror, and red from embarrassment. Nodoka, on the other hand, was nonplussed, “It still doesn’t make it right for that kind of language, Tendo-san!”
Nabiki could only sneer at her, “What, you don’t like hearing about how your precious manly son was captured while he was in female form by something intent to rape her without prejudice? I have every right to fucking curse like this, since that thing grabbed me, tore my clothes off, and fucked me with its tentacles while I had to watch it defile Ranma-chan! I had to watch as MY LITTLE SISTER tried to rescue us, only to take on the four times the amount of slime it brought Ranma down with! I had to watch as it used both its fucking cocks to tear into . . . into . . . “
Nabiki realized that she was crying her eyes out, weeping in a way that, in the past, only her father could. No, not her father . . . not anymore . . .
Forcing herself to look at the man who had helped bring herself and her two sisters into this world, she spat, “Points of the Distorted Heir!”
The look on the old bastard’s face warmed her heart with fury, helping her overcome her hysteria.
“Wh-what? What are you saying, Nabiki-chan? I-“
“Save it, Old Man,” Nabiki snarled, forcing herself to ignore the scandalized look on her older sister’s face. “They had some experts look at us after . . . after! They found out about what you did to MY SISTER! They even knew when it started! How could you! HOW COULD YOU?!?”
“NABIKI!!!”
The last time she had ever heard her sister shout, it was several months after her mother’s funeral. She had been acting like a bitch to everyone, her father, Akane, her teachers. Her grades had dropped, and even her true friends were wary of her. When she had taken it out on Kasumi, her older sister snapped.
At that time, Nabiki had sworn to herself that she would never do anything to make Kasumi that mad at her again.
Now? She was too damn pissed off to even care at the moment. “Did it ever occur to you that Akane just liked martial arts more than she liked boys? Sure, Kasumi had always been an early bloomer, and me? I just like anyone who could make me think, and I wasn’t afraid to show it. But Akane? She had martial arts, and she didn’t want to get distracted by boys or anything! She wanted to make you proud!”
“But NO!” Tendo Nabiki spat, standing and glaring at the old bastard she once called father, “You just had to worry about that fucking engagement that you and the bastard Panda thought up! You thought that marrying the heirs to the school would be just FUCKING IDEAL, and you couldn’t risk having Akane have no interest in the opposite sex, or worse, COULD YOU?!? SO YOU FOUND THOSE FUCKING PRESSURE POINTS, AND JUST HAD TO FUCKING USE THEM ON HER –“
Nabiki blinked as a slim hand froze in front of her face, just inches from slapping her. She looked to the side to find her sister, frozen in shock and horror, having processed exactly what Nabiki was saying moments before slapping the shit out of her. Kasumi looked to the side, and Nabiki followed her sister’s gaze to find it locked on THAT man, who was pale with both shock and shame. “Father, is this true?”
Tendo Soun’s mouth moved silently for a minute or two, trying to find words, but the only things that could escape it were scattered mumbles and the words, “But the Schools . . . “
Kasumi swallowed harshly, and Nabiki just knew that her older sister was struggling with this new information. Still, she pressed on, “Those pressure points were meant to be used on heirs who were thought to be homosexual. If kept in isolation for some odd months, they were said to work, but gave the victim some kind of genetic insanity. But Akane was NEVER isolated. And until YOU-“ she jabbed her finger at Soun, making Kasumi flinch in the process, “started fucking with her ki, she was mostly straight!”
When Kasumi turned wild, shocked eyes back at Nabiki, she snorted, “Get over yourself, Onee-chan! I consider myself Sapiosexual – I don’t give a damn about who I’m attracted to, as long as they’ve got a good brain in their head! Akane, on the other hand, might have figured out she was bisexual in college, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to openly admit it! The only thing those points were good for were suppressing the victim’s sexual preferences, allowing the old farts in charge to point them at who they wanted them to hook up with!”
“In other words,” Nabiki looked back at Soun with a snarl, “Had you not started fucking around with those points, Akane-nee would have been more than willing to sleep with a man, but once you started, you suppressed that!” Then Kuno-baka started on with the Hentai Horde, turned her the rest of the way off guys to begin with! And since she was naturally meant to be bisexual, guess who that left? How’s it feel, you BASTARD, to find out that you turned MY SISTER into the very thing you were trying to prevent her from becoming?!? HOW DOES IT FEEL TO REALIZE THAT YOU FIXED IT SO AKANE COULD NEVER FEEL ANYTHING SEXUALLY FOR ANY MAN, EVER?!?”
Tendo Kasumi tried to deny it, tried to come up with an excuse, with something to explain how it couldn’t have been her father that did that. But just looking at his scared, horrified face tore each and every excuse apart.
Kasumi fell to her knees, and sobbed in despair and horror at what she learned by looking at that man . . . “
But Nabiki wasn’t done, and turned a look so enraged that it made even Genma, who was about to give a rant about his ‘shameful, weak, girl of a son’, shut his mouth in fear. “Don’t you start! I know all about the shit you did to your own son! Tell me, how were you going to unite the schools when you made your own son fucking impotent, huh?!?”
The crowd gasped. Ukyo and Shampoo turned horrified eyes to Genma, who even now was staring into the shocked and infuriated face of his wife, “He WHAT?!?”
Nabiki grinned nastily. “According to the experts, Ranma-kun was more than fertile, but several pressure points had been hit just as he had hit puberty to keep him from holding a complete erection; the first time Ranma ever managed to discover what it means to touch himself, it was as a woman! Even then, it took an encounter with a martial artist with an advanced degree in Sexual Psychology to explain to her what was going on, figure out how to counter the points, and introduce him to things that you, as his father, should have explained to him years ago!”
“But – No-chan! It was for the good of the Art! Ranma couldn’t have been distracted –“ Genma was cut off as he dodged an accurate slice of the sword, forcing him to run for it. Nabiki couldn’t help but grin victoriously as she watched, noting how her . . . no, how Soun was sneaking out the back.
As what remained of the NWC returned to their seats, Nodoka turned her eyes back to the two Tendo sisters, “Nabiki-san, how much would it cost for you to find out exactly what my . . . husband,” she spat out with disgust, “did during the last ten years?”
Nabiki blinked, “Tear up that Seppuku contract of yours, and I’ll give you everything I have and know after we’re done here.” She then stared in shock as the elder redhead took out the rolled up contract, showed it to her, and then shredded it then and there. Making a mental note of this so she could report it back to the Miroku Clan, Nabiki nodded, and asked, “Now where were we?”
Cologne swallowed, having realized that she knew far less than she thought she did in the past two years, “Akane-san . . . “
Nabiki grew solemn, now knowing that she hadn’t even gotten to the worst part of her tale. “Right. Akane-nee.”
“I can’t recall everything that that Thing said, because it made a point to keep me too aroused to think. But what I do recall is that it said something about how it hit us with enough chemicals to keep us from breaking . . . right before it took Ranma and raped both her vagina and ass at once.” Nabiki took in the horrified looks of her audience with near dead eyes. “It was good at what it did, too good, to be honest. I could see Ranma enjoy what it did to her, even as it played with me, keeping me just on the edge before orgasm, but not letting me cum. It made both of our bodies betray us . . . but Akane? The damage Soun-teme did to her was too much. I saw it play with her, but she didn’t enjoy any of it. And worse, that THING saw it too . . . “
“It said some stuff, I couldn’t remember what. All I can recall of that minute was Akane imitating Ranma just before she goes into the Neko-ken . . . well, that and the best damn orgasm I ever had.” She chuckled grimly when Kasumi managed to blush again. “Then it tried to pull Ranma-chan off, but couldn’t. The only word I can recall it saying after that was ‘Enjutsu’”.
Cologne gasped, but was the only one who seemed to recognize the word. Ukyo, having held her silence until now, asked, “What the hell is Enjutsu?”
Nabiki chose to let Cologne explain, “It’s supposed to be a myth, child. A Shikima’s hide is so ki resistant, only its own lust-tainted energies can pass through it. It is said that, in order to fight against the Shikima, several clans started developing techniques that required Lust ki to use, so that they could more easily damage those Sex Demons. But it was supposed to be a myth . . . “
“Not a myth.” Nabiki retorted, taking the conversation over again, “The Psychiatrist Ranma-kun had been seeing was a master of Enjutsu, and had taken to teaching Ranma some of the basics to help repair some of the damage his father caused. Since the expert was female, she decided to teach Ranma-chan a few things as well. And because of this, Ranma-chan was able to keep that Monster from fully breaking Akane-nee.”
Nodoka bit her lip, conflicted as to the nature of the act, “He . . . She did?”
“Ranma wasn’t able to keep the Demon from fucking Akane, but was able to prevent it from using both of its phalluses. In return, it just fucked both of them at the same time. However, Ranma was able to pull herself onto Akane and keep her full attention away from what was happening to them until backup arrived. From there, all I can remember is being jerked around, splattered with Monster blood, and waking up later to find myself in the company of our rescuers.”
Cologne narrowed her eyes, “Which you haven’t named yet.”
Nabiki only shrugged, “They saved me from cumming violently every time the wind blew on me. They’re in the process of saving both my little sister and someone who might as well be. I owe them too much to start naming names.”
“They’re pregnant, aren’t they?”
Nodoka gasped at the blunt line delivered by the Chinese Elder, “B-but my son is – no, it can’t – i-it’s not possible!”
Nabiki just rolled her eyes as she gently helped Kasumi sit, her knees having given up on her from hearing Cologne’s deduction. “They were fucked by a fertile sex demon. Ranma-chan took three loads of its cum to Akane’s two. They could be sterile, and the bastard still would have impregnated them.”
She then snorted at Nodoka’s horrified look. “Hey, Ranma would have had to do this anyways to learn of the better Sexcraft techniques for guys to use. It’s only going to be for three months, and it won’t even be human for kami’s sake! Just some run of the mill tentacle monster that they’ll shove into another dimension when the time comes.” When the look on both Nodoka’s and Kasumi’s face worsened, Nabiki sighed and slumped back, “Hey, I ain’t happy about this either, but it’s out of my hands. Besides, Ranma made light of it first, and Akane wasn’t freaking out too badly when I left them.”
“You, you saw them?” Nodoka asked.
“How are they? Are they OK?” Kasumi uttered at nearly the same time.
Nabiki gave both women a wan smile, “Akane can’t touch another man without having a severe skin reaction, but they think that they can fix that within five to seven years. Ranma’s in for an intense four months, but he’s got three hot women and Akane to keep him company. Other than that, they’ll be OK . . . “
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Ranma scowled at the moon, laying on her back and ignoring the twinges in her female body.
After Akane had admitted to being a sounding board for erotic domination, Miko had called in both Fubuki and Yuka, and had asked for Ranma to give them some space to scheme. Ranma had gone downstairs to wait for them, hoping that the two other Sexcraft users would go easy on her ex-fiancé.
She had sat down there for an hour and a half watching TV before they returned, and Ranma was surprised to find Fubuki and Yuka pensive. Having trained with them for the past few months, Ranma knew their moods, and though they refused to explain themselves, Ranma knew that they had learned of something that had unsettled them. Considering who they had been talking to, and how Miko-chan still hadn’t come out of her room for the last 24 hours . . .
“I knew I’d find you up here.”
Ranma grunted as Miko sat next to her, “What took you so long?” She turned over to look at her lover, only to find the Miroku Clan Leader unusually pale. “What’s wrong?”
Miko swallowed, “I had to do some quick research on the Amazons. Akane mentioned a few things that reminded me of something I had glossed over in our earlier efforts to learn more about them.”
Ranma nodded, waiting for her to continue, “I can only classify this . . . Xian Pu . . . as a Sadistic Nymphomaniac. She loves being pleasured, and if she can cause someone pain while doing it? That’s even better for her. If it wasn’t for Kuonji-san, Akane would have ended up in the hospital ages ago for sexual trauma.”
Ranma tensed beside her, but Miko continued, “Shampoo apparently doesn’t care much about how far she pushed Akane, and the only thing that kept her from going overboard was having to share Akane with Kuonji-san.” At the pigtailed girl’s questioning look, she continued, “Shampoo once tried playing with electrodes, and almost damaged Akane’s clitoris. Before that happened though, Kuonji jumped in, sliced the cords apart, and managed to convince Shampoo to leave their sub with working genitalia.”
Her lover swallowed, “And you needed to research this?”
Miko shook her head sadly and looked behind them. Ranma did the same, and found Akane unsteadily making her way towards them, “Fubuki-san told me that you wanted to see me up here?”
Miko nodded, and motioned for her to sit next to them, “Are you aware that Shampoo might have been planning on betraying Kuonji-san?”
Ranma blinked, but was surprised to find Akane wince, “She mentioned several times that she would show ‘That Japanese bitch’ who the better Mistress was, but refused to share any of her plans, and told me that she would do things that would never go away if I told Ukyo-sama this. Since Ukyo-sama had to work a lot, she wouldn’t be able to protect me from Shampoo-sama, so I kept silent about it.”
“And her future plans for you?”
Akane whimpered, “Only that she was saving what she would do to me in the future, for the future. Considering what she did to me already, I didn’t really want to contemplate it.”
“Miko-chan?” Ranma asked quietly, “What’s going on?”
Miko kept her silence for a minute, then said, “We had Nin-Nin follow Nabiki back this morning in order to gauge everyone’s reactions. After the meeting, Shampoo went to the area where she used to ‘play around’ at with Akane and Kuonji-san, and started muttering some suspicious comments. That, coupled with what Akane shared with us about her experience as their slave last night, lead me to some of the more obscure bits of Amazon lore . . . “
Miko visibly hesitated, wishing that she didn’t have to explain this, but knowing that it would be important for both her lover and her future retainer (possibly) to know. “Amazon law dictates that an Amazon warrior must administer the Kiss of Death to any woman that defeats them. However, should said woman come to them and beg to be spared, an Amazon may then demand their freedom instead, forcing their old enemy to serve them in all things.”
Akane swallowed. “But she never gave me a Kiss.”
“No, but there are other ways for an Amazon to make a slave,” Miko replied. “Before Nin-Nin reported into us, we had assumed that Shampoo was grooming you to become her slave for when she ran out of time and had to return to China with her husband. Now, we know differently.”
Miko then looked at Ranma. “She had planned to eventually draw you into her bed, after dosing herself with a rather potent fertility potion. She would have had no less than twins, but more likely triplets or quintuplets, but it would have suited her plans either way. She would have then locked you as a girl forever, re-administered the Weakness Moxibustion, which she had learned, and enslaved you as well. Then she would do the same to Kuonji-san.”
She grunted at their horrified looks, “To return to her village with a Slave is just as good as returning with the head of her enemy, but not enough to cover the honor she lost because she lost to you as a man. But to return with your kids, and THREE slaves? Now that would bring her much honor. Not to mention what she’d get out of it by initiating you three as Amazon slaves!”
“Initiating?” Akane managed to ask in a strangled gasp.
“Amazon Slaves must be first brought into the village with nothing more than what they were born with. No shoes, no clothes, no hair. That includes the hair on top of your head as well.” Miko started, trying to resist the urge to vomit at the horror she was causing in her audience. “Then would begin a five day exhibition the entire tribe would witness and participate in, should they wish to.”
“First she would drag you, in bondage and on all fours, to the village blacksmith, who would pierce your nipples, clits, and outer lips and insert rings. You would then be put into a healing sleep, and wake up in a set of pillories with your vaginas held open for all to see. Large glass butt plugs would be inserted, and you’d be gagged so that everyone could see every inch of your bodies, and for the men to make use of your mouths.”
“The next day, you would be lashed with several whips, in such a way that your skin would not be permanently damaged, but so that you would know the pain and suffering befitting of your new fate. Day 4 would leave you in the hands of the women themselves, who would be allowed to use you all as they would see fit.”
“The fifth and final day, however, would see you back in the pillories, waiting for your brands and breast shackles.”
“Brandings?!?” Ranma and Akane yelped out at the same time.
“With a blazing hot iron and everything. They first however, wrap a hoop of iron around your breasts, to keep them forever at the ready, and chain shut your vaginas so that the only one who could ever touch you again like that would be your new Mistress. Then Xian Pu would administer the branding on your asses, forever marking you as her property to do as she wished to.”
Silence reigned for a few minutes, and then Miko got up slowly, “If it’s any comfort, I think Cologne only knew of Shampoo’s plans for Akane, and not for you or Kuonji.”
Akane swallowed, “Ukyo-sama’s still there. Will she be safe?”
Miko and Ranma blinked in surprise, but Akane pushed on, “Ukyo-sama was the only one who knew how I really felt about Ranma-chan, and promised to keep my secret. She might have had plans to get back at Ranma for leaving her in the lurch as kids, but she was honest about trying to rebuild her friendship with you. She was even able to emphasize with me a little . . . “
“Oh? I’ve got to hear this . . . “ Ranma drawled. She might have been willing to let bygones be bygones with Akane due to extenuating circumstances, but Ukyo’s apparent betrayal still stung just a bit.
“Ukyo-sama’s first love was a girl.” This got an eye-raise out of both Miko and Ranma, “This was long before she started using her cover to get some action. You see, this girl had met Ukyo-sama while they were fending off some thugs, and Ukyo-sama was instantly smitten. She knew it was a crush, but it didn’t keep her from befriending this new girl. Ma-chan, as Ukyo-sama calls her, was completely boy crazy, and kept flirting with Ukyo-sama, and Ukyo-sama would try to flirt right back, but wouldn’t allow things to progress from that. Still, they became friends.”
“But after a year, Ukyo-sama realized that her feelings were growing beyond a simple crush, and realized that Ma-chan would never return her feelings. So she packed up her bags and left. Her sex life and connection to the Yuri Underground formed shortly after that as a way to forget about her.” Seeing Ranma’s poleaxed look, Akane quickly added, “Ukyo-sama still likes you, even if she’s been planning the conquest of your girl-side for a while, but she hasn’t been able to spend enough time with you to determine anything more than that. If it wasn’t for how our fathers pushed the engagement, I would have tried to get you two together on the condition that she’d let me join in when she convinced you to have fun with your girl-side . . . “
Miko nodded thoughtfully, as Ranma bit her lip, “I’ll have Nin-Nin keep an eye on her. If Shampoo decides to do something stupid, we might be able to use this to our advantage and claim another potential retainer. At the very least, we can clear up some of this.”
“I want a chance to talk to her if she comes here,” Miko and Akane stared in surprise at Ranma, who shifted uncomfortably, “I gotta hear her side of this, if only to give her a chance to explain and apologize. I owe her that much, at least.”
Miko smiled knowing that her lover was trying to do the mature thing, “I’ll consider it. In the meantime, I advise both of you to get some rest. We might have been delayed, but you, young lady, still have some training to undergo.” Ignoring Ranma’s whimper, she then turned to Akane, “I believe you’ll be joining us, Akane-san, if only to allow us to gauge your comfort level, and to show you the proper way to treat a Submissive . . . “
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