[Episode 256300] [Episode 256300]
Despite the fact she knew he turned into a girl and had made her little sister a very happy sex-slave, Nabiki was still surprised at just how good Ranma was with his hands. They roamed her body gently but forcibly, touching in a possessive way that was impossible to ignore. Her hips and thighs were gently tugged into new positions, forcing her to expose herself to him and constantly shift how she was draped over him, offering up her body to him. His hands were patient as well, spending little time on her breasts and labia.
As one of her legs was hooked over his shoulder, it became clear he was playing with her body as a whole. He wasn’t fondling her so much as lightly teasing her to arousal while making it blatantly obvious that her body was now his plaything. She couldn’t help but blush in embarrassment at her situation as she was pressed back against her bed, butt in Ranma’s lap with her moistening slit inches from his face. The fact that his attention was apparently focused on putting her through nude yoga to stretch out her body and he was currently working her thighs and lower back only served to deepen the impression that she was his plaything, his calm focus contrasting with her exposed arousal. “Isn’t this enough?”
Ranma continued pushing her into new poses, hips twisting in the opposite direction and bringing one knee up towards her chest, before casually speaking up. “You didn’t answer about sucking my dick.”
Nabiki could only manage to be a bit angry at what he said, arousal and embarrassment still winning out. “Fine, I’ll suck your dick!”
The young man continued casually examining her as he stretched out her joints while exploring her body in intimate detail. “Maybe just agreeing isn’t enough. Whenever I want, your mouth is for my pleasure. I think you need to feel it a bit more to activate your tattoo.”
As embarrassing as it would be to say it, Nabiki knew she couldn’t stand her current situation of just letting him tease her as he pleased any longer. She needed to get things moving. At this point she’d rather be giving him a blowjob than simply squirming as he teased her body at his leisure. “Yes, whenever you want! My lips deserve to be wrapped around your cock! I’ll savor it on my tongue and drink it down!”
Ranma hummed in approval, pulling at her hips once again until her butt was resting on his chest and her thighs were spread to rest on his shoulders. His noses inches from her clitoris, he blew on her slit, causing Nabiki’s entire body to stiffen and squirm as her legs dangled over his back in counter-balance. “That sounded more like a proper sex-slave, good job.”
Nabiki reacted in an unexpected way for her, covering her exposed mound with both hands as her embarrassment overran her ego.
Ranma met her embarrassment with gentle confidence. “It’s okay Nabiki. Relax. Just reach back and grab your sheets.”
The gentle concern piercing her embarrassment to strike at her ego, Nabiki relaxed, pulling her hands away and reaching back over her head to grab her sheets, completely exposing herself to Ranma. He in turn lowered her hips slightly and kissed the junction of her mound and inner thigh, close enough to tickle her arousal a bit higher.
Pulling back, Ranma gazed down at Nabiki’s uneasy squirming body as he forced himself to relax and focus. “You’re not afraid of me, and you don’t dislike me either. I know Akane and my mother have been trying to get both of you to be my slave-girls, but I hope you’ve noticed how I gently stopped them. Then this mess with the tattoos and you’re probably a stressed out ball of nerves over being my sex slave, right?”
Nabiki relaxed further as she realized he was undeniably spot-on with his observation. Even Kasumi was stressed out over the thing, she had been so flustered she’d become a fetish cosplay girl on her own initiative. Also, as Ranma was so aptly demonstrating with her body at the moment, he was entirely capable of making her his, yet he was not forcing her like others and she herself had expected. If anything, he was going at a frustratingly slow pace that made her impatient for more.
Ranma waited for her to relax another notch from processing his observation before continuing. “Well, if you want me to stop here, then we’ll slow down and ease into things. If you want to keep going, it’s okay to give in and fall, I’ll catch you. The only way you’ll become mine is if you don’t want it to end, but either way, all of that stress will be gone.”
As she relaxed a bit more, Nabiki numbly realized no wasn’t really an option. Going halfway and living with the stress a moment longer was not acceptable. The fact that asking him to take it slow would have been a sign of weakness only cemented her decision. “Don’t stop on my account. I was just getting comfortable with my ass in your face.”
Ranma smirked as he realized he might have gotten her a bit too comfortable with the situation. A cool breath along her inner thighs returned a bit of sexual tension to the situation. “Alright then, back to our little game. Does your body feel claimed now?”
Still clutching at her bedsheets in a way that kept her arms over her head, Nabiki realized the symbolism of her position. Obviously, Ranma was waiting for her to say something and she could guess what she was meant to say. Well, she wasn’t about to shy away now when it was just getting interesting. “Yes. It’s yours to play with. My apologies for getting in your way.”
Her embarrassment was rewarded with a gentle smile as Ranma shifted her hips to the side so she could sit on the edge of the bed. “Very good. You’re getting into it now, so I’ll forgive you.” After gently tugging her into the sitting position, Ranma gently pushed her hip to get her to stand. “Now then, time to get dressed. Something like Kasumi’s outfit: lingerie, heels, jewelry and completely naked.”
Nabiki paused for a second, wondering what would happen if she refused. She was moving for her closet before really thinking about it too much. She’d helped arrange the students for Ranma’s classes, so she’d learned a bit about the culture. Until now she hadn’t understood why someone would be so eager to play the part of a slave for something as strange as stress-relief. As she picked out a pair of nice lace-topped black stockings to wear, Nabiki smirked as she realized that meant she was getting stress over potentially being turned into a sex-slave relieved by being treated like a sex-slave.
With Ranma free of dealing with Nabiki for the moment, Kasumi spoke up, hoping to be helpful. “Ah, Auntie was fixing supper, so we won’t have long to play with Nabiki-chan.”
Ranma turned to look at her face before letting his gaze blatantly roam down her body. “Mhmm, you got an apron that would make that dress decent?”
The older girl flushed pleasantly under his gaze and straightened up, sticking her chest out for his enjoyment. “Ah, yes.”
Kasumi didn’t get a chance to think about it any further as Ranma leaned over and pulled her close, one hand wandering to her breast as he kissed her cheek. “Good, I’d like you to dress up from now on and show off a bit.”
Pausing from picking out her jewelry, Nabiki glanced at her bed in time to see Ranma push her older sister down while devouring her with a kiss, the older girl’s thighs briefly pulling upwards in a twinge of excited pleasure to flash her bald mound briefly.
As Nabiki distractedly picked out her jewelry, mostly bracelets, she couldn’t help but admire just how quickly Ranma turned her sister into a moaning mess. Although she was ‘dressed’ as ordered, Nabiki wondered just how long she’d have to stand there. Then Ranma dipped his hand down to the junction of Kasumi’s thighs and in short order the older girl tensed up and gasped.
To Nabiki’s confusion, they seemed to slow down at that point, cuddling gently. Then Ranma suddenly spoke up. “Ah, so you still have your hymen.”
Kasumi’s reply was laced with embarrassed hesitation. “It seemed rather strong and I’ve always been afraid it would hurt.”
Ranma in turn was warm and gentle. “If you want me to claim it, I can make sure it feels good instead, but it’ll take a little prep work to get you ready.”
Nabiki couldn’t quite see their faces, but Kasumi wrapping her arms around Ranma to pull him in ever so gently helped underscore the sudden husky warmth in her voice. “Yes, please do.”
He lingered for a moment more, making Nabiki wonder just how good of a kisser he was as he made out with her older sister. After a moment he gently pulled away, ending the romantic moment. “Well, I have a medicine for you to take, so I’ll go get it. Just wait a moment, okay?”
Nabiki didn’t know why he bothered asking, Kasumi had trouble refusing people normally, much less in this sort of situation. To her surprise, her older sister clung to Ranma for a moment before her arms gave way and she relaxed back into the bed, squirming pleasantly, a frustrated moan of disappointment being the only voice she could find.
Ranma huffed a quiet chuckle at the sight of a job well done, then left the room to presumably get some sort of medicine.
Curious, Nabiki approached her bed, kneeling on the edge so she could overlook her satisfied sister. “Well, I it seems he really does have a talent for making a girl happy in bed. If Akane is anything to go by, if we let this go any further, we won’t want it to stop.”
Kasumi sighed in contentment. “Oh, I’m looking forward to more. I think I’ve rather gotten over my shyness lately.” She then turned to grin lazily at Nabiki. “What about you? Ranma-kun hasn’t claimed you for sex. Are you sure you’ll be okay with your current arrangement?”
Staring at her sister for a moment, it took Nabiki a bit to realize what she meant. She’d agreed to dress up, be fondled and give blowjobs. Actual sex had not been put on the table. It then took her only an instant to realize that Ranma would likely stick to that guideline of their arrangement. “Mhmm, it could be fun that way, doing things other than sex.”
From the doorway, a smirking Ranma suddenly spoke up. “That could be interesting. Shall we make it a deal Nabiki?”
Cautious about agreeing to more, Nabiki smiled as she decided to tease him a bit. “Oh? Agree to what?”
Ranma glanced around in thought before deciding. “Oh, we’ll make it a game. You agree to be mine, enough to fill in your tattoo. In return, I won’t take you vaginally without an invitation. If I do, then you win and I’ll sexually service you on demand, within reason. If you can hold out, the you’re not really a sex-slave.”
Liking the aspect of the challenge where she had a chance to win and make Ranma effectively her sex-slave, Nabiki raised an eyebrow at the other parts. “I agree to be yours and fill in my tattoo? That wasn’t our deal.”
Ranma merely smirked at her. “What else do you have left to offer in this ‘fill in your tattoo’ game of ours? I’m the one offering something up here. Besides, you wanna walk around at school with an empty tattoo on your ass, begging to be claimed? I’m probably the only guy around here that wouldn’t force you.”
She didn’t want to admit it, but Nabiki felt she’d have to depend on Ranma a bit here. Getting comfortable, she moved to sit on the edge of the bed. “Okay then Saotome, explain to me how this works. I’m getting the feeling I’m missing something here.”
Ranma started unbuttoning his shirt. “Well, for one, the game we were playing wouldn’t fill in your tattoo. It’s a loyalty tattoo and Kasumi’s filled in because she offered herself to me. I was just using it as an excuse to see what you were willing to do. When I felt we got far enough to satisfy you, I would have explained it to prove how there was no need to worry about it just filling in. As I’ve proven, even acting like a willing sex-slave doesn’t activate it, it’s an honest agreement to be mine. End the agreement and my name vanishes, which is the point, to show a break in loyalty.”
Once topless, Ranma moved to sit on the bed, waiting for the girls to scoot enough to make room in between them. “So, here’s the deal. I don’t have any interest in making you suffer. I’ll tease you, I’ll be strict, I might even train you, but at the end of the day I’m gonna satisfy the hell out of you. So, that said, if this isn’t what you want, then it’s okay to stop it here. I’m only doing this so you can be happy and everyone can get along, otherwise I’d be in Kasumi’s room making her my woman already.”
Ranma shrugged, before adding an after-thought. “If you just want some regular casual sex to blow off steam, that would be fine too. I think Kasumi is willing to forgive you about today, but if you do something like that again, I won’t let it pass.”
Realizing Ranma was doing this out of concern for her cut through her usual flippant attitude. “Do I really seem that stressed?”
Ranma hummed thoughtfully in response to her serious concern. “You were a lot happier when we first met. I don’t know if this is the best way, but I figure letting you hold out something like vaginal sex would sooth your pride enough to try it. Also it is an interesting little twist.”
Nabiki couldn’t believe she was having a serious conversation about this. “So, this is really supposed to be some form of stress relief?”
Ranma gently nudged Kasumi to see if she was ready to sit up. “Mhmm, how do you feel after playing a bit?”
Nabiki looked down at her enhanced nudity, the black stockings framing her nude torso. Despite the situation she felt surprisingly comfortable. “Well, to be honest, I don’t want it to stop. If you asked for a blowjob, I’d give it a try. I don’t know about being relaxed, but this isn’t uncomfortable.”
Grunting in thought, Ranma tried putting his thoughts into order. He usually spoke informally, in a casual relaxed manner, so phrasing things took a bit of effort at times like this. “Well, what I have with Kasumi is basically an agreement to be lovers. We’ve outlined our relationship some, which is part of what makes this sort of thing relaxing. No confusion, just keep it simple. For you though, it means surrendering your self. I’ll be playing with the gooey dere-dere bits under that snarky mask you use, so it won’t be easy for you to relax into that I guess... but that’s where the stress relief comes in, eventually I’ll find that pearl in the oyster and get out from beneath your skin. You probably won’t change as much as Akane, but that’s sort of how I’d expect it to work out.”
Ranma wasn’t finished however, thinking of a more personal example. “Say I got fed up with all of this, I could blow off my stress and reset things by going somewhere and living as a girl for a few months. There’s nothing really wrong about being a girl, but it would mean giving up a lot of stuff that makes me me while I did it, but with people treating me differently I’d be able to let all the stress out and when I was done, I could just go back to being a guy.”
Nabiki glanced at Ranma in surprise, realizing that example was probably something Ranma had actually considered. She also knew he wasn’t the type to share personal stuff, especially with a girl that would happily betray his trust for a giggle. Uncomfortable with that thought, she shifted topics slightly. “So, if I agree, how do you get me to really get into it?”
Ranma grinned and wrapped an arm around her lower back, resting it comfortably on her hip. “That’s where the tattoo helps. I’ll know when you’ve actually gotten into it, so we can just ease into this as far as you’re willing to go each day. I could tell without it, but it’ll make your aura easier to read.”
It was at this point that Nabiki realized Ranma was talking her into being his willing and eager sex-slave. She was delightfully exposed and dressed up for his gaze with his hand possessively holding her close. Her older sister was still laying on her bed in the apparent afterglow of his seduction form moments earlier. Her little sister was already his overly eager sex-slave, and the adults of the household seemed to be of the opinion she’d be happier as his sex-slave as well. All of that ran through her mind as she tried to think of a reason to refuse, which made it apparent he was seducing her quite handily. “What if I just want sex?”
Ranma slid his hand upwards and cupped her breast, massaging it ever-so-slowly in a way that showed his patience outweighed his libido. “I’ll give you what attention I can, but you’ll have to promise me to behave at least enough that no one’s calling for me to punish you.”
Finally sitting up, Kasumi languidly wrapped herself around Ranma’s other shoulder, leaning across his chest towards Nabiki. “What’s the matter?”
Nabiki raised an eyebrow at the interaction of Kasumi’s soft breasts against Ranma’s muscular chest. “Well, for one, I’ve apparently become the shy prudish sister.”
Ranma wrapped his free arm around Kasumi, a foil-wrapped marble of something in his fingers. “Well, here’s the medicine.”
Confused by the shift in focus, Kasumi reached up to take the traditional style pill from him. Nabiki looked a bit upset at the sudden shift in focus from her, but she wasn’t causing a fuss, which was surprising considering her personality.
After waiting a moment for the tension to settle, Ranma shifted his hand on Nabiki down her chest, across her hips and down to gently spread her labia with his fingers while keeping his attention on Kasumi. “It’s a pretty potent pill. It’ll prevent pregnancy and having a period for about a month, plus it might cause you to develop a bit more as a woman; wider hips, bigger breasts, maybe even lactation, that sort of thing. It’s a kunoichi medicine for protecting against shikima, so it will enhance your ability to comfortably have sex often and make it more enjoyable, even losing your virginity.”
Ranma grinned as he dipped his other hand down to Kasumi’s sex as well, lightly stimulating her more to make her aware of his touch than to arouse her. “That’s the reason Akane is running around all happy, because without it she’d be too sore to walk after the sort of sex she likes, especially as often as she likes it.”
Kasumi glanced at Nabiki, the way she was lightly gripping her bedsheets with a hint of a pout on her face, she could only notice how submissive she looked. A slight tap on her mound brought her attention back to Ranma to catch a brief stern look before his expression softened a bit. “Are you worried about taking it? Since you’re not in school, we could consider children, but I’d rather wait until I’m out of school before considering that.”
Kasumi blushed in embarrassment at the gentle rebuke, peeking at Nabiki and the sudden mention of children. Ranma was apparently ignoring Nabiki on purpose, which seemed to be working, so Kasumi turned her attention to him. “Oh, no, I’d like to wait a bit longer before considering children as well. Sorry, I was just a bit distracted. I seem to have this sudden tingling down below, could this medicine perhaps help with that?”
Ranma chuckled at her subtle joke, breaking a smile without disrupting his gentle stimulation of both girls. “Mhmm, well you’ll need to wait an hour for it to take effect, but then I’ll give you the tender loving care your ailment demands.”
Kasumi giggled at the gentle banter, although she was just now actually considering the medicine. It was a relief that Ranma had thought of birth control, although the martial artist grade warning label of side-effects was a bit daunting. Considering she had a magic tattoo on her ass that Ranma had researched, designed and acquired all the supplies to create, acquiring magical birth control was probably a simple shopping trip.
Unwrapping the pill, Kasumi was surprised to find it was something like a honey cough-drop with a hint of lemon, melting pleasantly on her tongue.
Ranma grinned at her pleasantly surprised face, having a little extra something else in mind. “That medicine has a bonus feature. If you take a dose of semen at the same time, then your body will get aroused around that man and the taste will be better. So, if you want to get comfortable with my manhood and try pleasuring me, now would be a good time.”
Confused at first, Kasumi dropped her gaze to his crotch, before glancing at Nabiki. “Did you understand what he meant? I’m not quite sure I understood.”
Currently feeling quite peaceful from submitting to Ranma’s touch, the normally snarky girl only huffed lightly in amusement. “If you suck his dick and swallow, the medicine will make it taste better and you’ll enjoy having Ranma around more as your studly lover.”
Glancing between them, Ranma realized he’d shifted to the more clinical terms of the books he’d studied on various subjects. “Basically you’ll enjoy sex with me more while the medicine lasts, which should be over a month. It’ll also help you notice the medicine is working and when it stops working.”
Kasumi glanced between them, absorbing the information. Despite Nabiki’s crude language, her sister was currently more gentle and peaceful than she’d seen her a long time. This being a sign of the medicine working also made sense, as a birth control that stopped periods had to be taken on faith as pregnancy also stopped periods. She supposed she’d have to trust Ranma and experience it herself. “Ah, alright. What shall I do then?”
Ranma glanced at the headboard of the bed. “Go grab a pillow, you’ll want to comfortably kneel in front of me.” After various misunderstandings with Akane, he’d learned how to give easy-to-follow instructions.
Grabbing one of the square sitting pillows, Kasumi knelt on it at Ranma’s feet with familiar ease. As she paused, unsure of what to do, Ranma spoke up again. “You can take your time. Pull it out and get familiar with it first.”
With that open invitation to act on her own initiative, Kasumi undid his pants with ease, although getting his manhood out was a bit tricky. Instead of trying to forcibly pull it out, she pulled his pants and boxers down far enough to simply let his erection pop free. Unsure just how sensitive a boy was down there, she barely brushed it with a light touch to push it into a more upwards position. “It’s okay, you can grip it like it’s my forearm. First you’ll want to sniff it, it should have an arousing male odor. When you’re used to it, you can give the underside of the tip a lick.”
Gripping the rod of flesh with more confidence now, Kasumi leaned in to delicately sniff it at first. Being the one that did the laundry in a household of mostly martial artists, she was familiar with body odors that came from exertion. Ranma smelled a bit like coffee, a pleasantly earthy scent. Breathing in more, she felt a haze of arousal settling in as she drunk in the scent. Finding it pleasant enough, she gave him a little lick.
Ranma took that as his cue to resume his guidance. Teaching the gentle Kasumi was a very different experience from her overly enthusiastic little sister. “Okay, now wrap one hand around the base. There, now just put your lips around the tip and lean forward a bit. Now move your tongue around. Now suck and pull back.”
Nabiki stared in rapt fascination as her sweet and innocent older sister learned to suck dick just like that. Slowly and hesitantly at first, she was gradually picking up the pace as she got comfortable with the act. Despite her earlier agreement to blow Ranma, Nabiki had no experience with such things. Sure, she’d teasingly lick a popsicle to death, but she considered it beneath her to do that for a guy. She also had not done the opposite of getting a guy to lick her as orgasming in some guy’s presence would have meant giving up her self-control to the pleasure.
She really had become the shy prudish one of the sisters. Akane had gone from the prudish violent pervert-basher of the school to a girl that would happily get bent over the teacher’s desk and scream her pleasure so loudly every class in session would be interrupted, as long as that was what Ranma wanted her to do. Kasumi had spent the last three days going topless and worse almost full-time. Now there was a tattoo on her butt proclaiming her to be the first claimant’s personal property, so it wasn’t too surprising she was getting some action as well.
The surprise was Ranma proving he could gently yet firmly handle Kasumi and herself at the same time. Kasumi wasn’t that much of a surprise, as she was naturally submissive and flaunting her body to Ranma for the past few days had likely flipped her naughty switch.
Despite how much she’d tried, there was no ignoring how well Ranma had taken to being a sex-slave master and trainer. Everyone believed he was a genuine slave trainer to such a degree that it would be pointless to try and pass it off as a prank now. Worse, everyone that cared about her seemed to think she’d be happier as his sex-slave and everyone else would just be happy to see her on a leash. If Ranma ever got the idea to enslave her, there was no way she could think of to stop it, he could easily keep her in bondage at home and after parading Akane around the neighborhood and school, no one would question Ranma leading her around on a leash with a gag to keep her quiet. Hell, a public punishment would likely draw cheering and compliments from the locals.
As much as it galled her to admit, it was now clear that her continued freedom so far was due to Ranma’s good nature. She couldn’t even pretend her own cleverness was enough to protect her as she was currently letting Ranma have his way with her body while she watched Kasumi give her first blowjob. She’d been so eager to prove she wasn’t sex-slave material that she’d willingly agreed to some things that were apparently more than enough for Ranma to have his way with her.
She didn’t know how to feel about this. His hand between her thighs was massaging in a way that was pleasantly relaxing more than arousing, yet clearly made her aware that he was touching her as he pleased. She didn’t know what to do other than quietly grip her sheets. She didn’t want to do anything like moaning or asking for more that might be construed as eagerness on her part, and likewise she didn’t want to do something to give Ranma a reason to punish her.
Perhaps most galling of all, she couldn’t help but focus on the way Kasumi was happily sucking his dick, humming contentedly to his increased pleasure. She couldn’t help but wonder what it was like, even wishing that it was her in Kasumi’s place. She kept telling herself that it was just because it would be less humiliating than sitting there passively as his playtoy, not that she had any interest in that sort of thing.
Akane hadn’t quite passed out in pleasure. She’d missed some of it due to the haze of pleasure, but she had caught Kasumi-neesan offering herself to Ranma. Despite wearing a slave-dress that made Akane a bit jealous for not having thought of it, she’d been perfectly adorable in the way she’d shyly offered herself up to her master.
Then had come the part where it was revealed Nabiki had been stupid enough to force Ranma into enslaving her. She knew that look, and it was not a fun punishment that followed. Ranma had stalked upstairs, and she’d just made it to the stairs when Ranma ordered Nabiki to sit so forcibly that she reflexively sat on the stairs as well. Nabiki only made a half-hearted protest before folding. The Kasumi said something about forgiving and the door was closed.
She hesitated there on the stairs for a moment, absentmindedly rubbing her butt from driving the buttplug in a bit too forcibly. Nabiki wasn’t raising her voice in protest, so it was obvious their master had her in hand now. If he wanted her, perhaps to bring some restraints and toys, he’d call for her.
With that in mind, Akane looked for something to do. The only thing she could find was Auntie Nodoka in the kitchen. “Auntie, may I come in?”
The kimono-clad woman only glanced at her briefly before turning her attention back to fixing a nice dinner. “Yes, although stay away from the cooking.”
Stepping in just a little bit, Akane was content to watch her cook and talk. “Kasumi-neesan gave herself to my master. Our master.”
Nodoka smiled as she was cooking. “Did she? That’s quite nice. Oh, Akane-chan, the fathers will be moving in with me, so you girls will have a bit more privacy with your master here from now on.”
That felt odd for a moment, but Akane had to admit her father likely wouldn’t handle her slave-dress very well... or anything else really. Retiring to the country-side or something might be good for him and the privacy would be nice. Interruptions from the fathers, mainly asking if they were going to marry, had been one of the main problems with developing anything between her and Ranma. They had a surprising gift for killing the mood. “Oh, I suppose that’s for the best. Ah, Nabiki-neesan also did something to get punished, so she might be joining us as well tonight.”
Nodoka considered it for a moment before thinking of something. “Is that so? I suppose I could change the cooking order to allow them some time. It wouldn’t do for supper to interrupt her punishment, and Kasumi-chan deserves a little attention as well.”
Cooking a few extra dishes and arranging them so they’d be easy to warm up by Kasumi if supper was delayed added a good twenty minutes to the cooking time. Once the cooking had wound down, Nodoka had the time to give Akane a look over. The naked girl happily watching her cook while wearing the kinky buttplug was a far cry from the old angry tsundere. “It looks like you’ll need to go bra shopping if you’re allowed to wear bras again. You look like you’re a C-cup now.”
Akane smiled and put her hands on her now broader hips. Her muscular waist was still thick for a girl, but her broader hips gave her more of a curvy figure. “Mhmm, Master told me there were martial arts techniques for developing a figure, which is how us girls can keep our figures despite the strength training. The supporting tissue is strengthened too, so I don’t need a bra. Even my birth control medicine makes my hips develop more.”
“Ah, I see my son is taking good care of you then.”
Akane nodded happily as she had nothing to complain about. It had taken almost a week for it to actually sink in that she was actually legally Ranma’s and not just some bedroom game he’d taken too seriously. She hadn’t been bothered by realizing that, it had just been a rather curious, “Oh, this is actually real life and it has somehow exceeded all of my naughty fantasies,” kind of moment.
Nodoka smiled at the sight, genuinely happy for the girl. “Well, supper is ready, but there is no rush, so try to find a moment that won’t spoil the mood to tell them.”
Feeling eager now, Akane happily nodded before heading for the stairs. Things were quiet upstairs, so she peeked into Nabiki’s room first as the door was slightly open. What she saw delighted her, Kasumi and Nabiki both in slave-slut outfits serving their master.
Nabiki and Kasumi were in matching outfits of stockings, high heels and jewelry; the only real difference between being the black leather collar Kasumi was wearing. Her normally sweet, innocent older sister was kneeling between their master’s legs, giving him blowjob quite willingly. Nabiki was just sitting beside him while he absent-mindedly fondled her, with a really strange look on her face. She wasn’t sure what it meant, probably some emotion or mood that was unusual for Nabiki, all she could tell was that she was focused on Kasumi’s servicing of their master’s cock.
Ranma put a gentle hand on the back of Kasumi’s neck. “I’m about ready to blow. If you don’t want to taste it, you can pull back and let it squirt on your chest.”
Kasumi said something muffled by the way she kept his cockhead in her mouth, but it sounded vaguely like a complaint in tone. Whatever it was, Kasumi kept Ranma’s manhood in her mouth the entire time, not letting any escape as Ranma quietly finished out his orgasm.
Then Kasumi did something strange, which drew a reaction from Ranma. “You don’t need to show me. Did you learn that from a hentai manga?”
He continued to stare at her as Kasumi apparently wasn’t swallowing and refused to speak with her mouth full.
Seeing there was a quiet moment, Akane quietly slipped into the room, still wearing only her metal collar and dog-tail butt-plug. “Supper is ready, but Auntie said it could wait until you’re done claiming my sisters as slave-sluts.” Wanting to be helpful, Akane glanced at Nabiki. “I have a spare collar you could use on Nabiki.”
Ranma sighed as Akane was being over-eager once again. Kasumi had tensed up a bit, but Nabiki had become frozen in shock and fear. “Akane, what did I tell you about trying to enslave your sisters?”
Confused, Akane struggled to find an answer. “To stop.” Seeing that Ranma was still frowning at her, she tried really hard to remember. “They’re not to be forced into it against their will, even if it’s for their own good.”
Satisfied, Ranma dismissed her. “Go to your room, I’ll be there to punish you when I’m done here.”
Still confused, Akane hesitated before leaving for her room. She had this terrible feeling she was about to get a lecture. As her room was next to Nabiki’s room, at least she could still mostly hear them.
Ranma sighed again, trying to relieve his stress so he didn’t scare Nabiki any further. “Sorry about that, I’ve had to keep her on a short leash lately. I don’t know if she’s lonely and wants some company or if it just flat-out turns her own now. Probably both.”
With Nabiki still frozen and Kasumi still kneeling there with a mouth full of his seed, he tried to figure out how to salvage the situation. “Kasumi, can you get dressed for dinner on your own? Something sexy would be good, but you don’t have to show off everything. An apron with that dress would work.”
Getting a nod from the older girl, Ranma just had to ask one last question. “...you are going to swallow that before dinner, right?”
Kasumi gave him another little nod, then gathered up her dress and left. He’d have to remember to ask her what that was about later.
Left alone with Nabiki, Ranma considered how best to defuse her. “It’s okay, you’re still a free girl. I’m not forcing you.”
Giving her a moment to calm down, he decided to switch to occupying her mind now that she wasn’t going to have a nervous break-down and trigger her tattoo. Removing his hand from her mound, he gave her naked rear a pat. “Time to get up and dressed for dinner.”
Startling to stand on her heels, Nabiki fought to keep her reactions down despite her nervously pounding heartbeat. She was so close to the edge it wasn’t funny.
Ranma grinned and pointed to her closet. “I’m sure you’ve got a naughty little dress in there, something that makes it obvious you weren’t allowed to wear panties.”
Blushing a little as she realized she had something matching that description, Nabiki moved to find the sexy nightgown just to avoid standing there and being painfully self-aware. It didn’t take her long to find the handful of black satin and lace. Unsure what to do since she’d hadn’t been told to actually wear it, she slipped it on and modeled it for Ranma.
Two thin shoulder straps held the backless gown up to her breasts, the lace exposing everything but her nipples. The satin skirt was slit up both sides to waist level, showing her lack of panty straps through the slits while the fore and back flaps of the skirt kept her naughty bits mostly out of view. “Do I have permission to wear this to dinner?”
Ranma smiled, obviously pleased with her look. “Yes, very nice. You have a black choker, right?”
Heart catching in her throat, Nabiki realized she had the lingerie equivalent of a collar on hand. “Yes.”
Ranma nodded in satisfaction. “Good. Wear it. Maybe that’ll stop people from looking to put a collar on you.”
Nabiki stared at him for a moment in shock as that had actually made a surprising amount of sense. The solution to her problem might be to play at being a slave-girl, just as long as she didn’t end up as property. There was just one niggling doubt that kept her from relaxing. “...you’re not going to make me a sex-slave?”
Ranma grinned, amused at her reaction. “Your magic ass is still unclaimed. Like I said, you have it backwards. If you promise to be mine and mean it, that puts my name on the tattoo. The point of the tattoo is that if you don’t mean it, my name won’t show up.”
Getting her choker out, Nabiki was still hesitant about this situation. “Well, it’s more than a tattoo... People seeing that would assume I’m property, but there were people already wanting to see me enslaved...”
Ranma stepped in closer, putting an arm around her hip to gently pull her close. “Is our little game here something you hate? Do you want to quit?”
Nabiki shifted uncertainly, somehow feeling that he was testing her. “No.”
Ranma took the choker from her and slipped behind her to gently put it on her neck. “I like this, no fussing and fighting.”
The choker secured on her neck, he slipped a hand under her skirt to rest it on her lower belly. “If you promise to be mine, I’ll still treat you this way. It doesn’t have to be scary, it just happens that Akane gets off on that sort of thing. Our relationship can be whatever we agree it should be, and with my name on the mark, everyone else can go sod off and leave you alone.”
Nabiki stood there for a moment, trying to deal with her strange feelings. There was no instinctive response, no defiance, she couldn’t even think of a reason to refuse. She was left standing there, wondering how to respond, so she asked a question to buy her some time to think. “...why? Why are you treating me so nice?”
Ranma sighed and wrapped his other arm around her, going above her breasts to hold her close by the shoulders. “I’ve gotten very good at dealing with girls in certain ways... and you’re ready to break. If Kasumi hadn’t forgiven you when she did, my punishment probably would have broken you completely. Hell, when I was being gentle earlier when you covered your pussy, you still broke a little when I scolded you.”
Somehow, hearing that actually relieved her a bit instead of scaring her. Suddenly her passive behavior as his sexual plaything made some sort of sense. “So... you’re trying to stop me from breaking completely?”
“Mhmm.” Glad she was getting it, Ranma knew there wasn’t much good news he could use to comfort her. “I can protect you better if you’re mine, plus you get to decide what it means to be mine. You don’t have to agree to it, but it would make it a lot easier. From what I can tell, you’re already submissive to me, or you might just be submissive in general now.”
That finally caused her stomach to drop in dread. Being submissive to Ranma was something she’d somewhat come to accept by now. Being submissive in general, to anyone? As strangely as it sounded when he was just shy of fondling her, Ranma was both the only one that wouldn’t take advantage of her and the only one that could protect her. Self-preservation instincts were finally coming back into the equation now. “I agree to be yours, on our current terms and you’ll protect me?”
Ranma hummed thoughtfully. “You don’t have to decide now. You’re probably safe for tonight at least.”
She would be safe in the same household as Akane and Nodoka, a household that was regularly invaded by perverts and strangers? Those were not risks she was willing to take. “Trial run, let’s negotiate the terms later.”
Letting her go, Ranma stepped back a bit and took her hand, letting her turn to face him. “Promise to behave so I don’t have to punish you. You can’t take it.”
Nabiki swallowed nervously, knowing that would be an important open-ended agreement, yet instinctively knowing she couldn’t withstand a punishment. The mere idea that she might risk punishment was enough to keep her eagerly behaving already, so it wasn’t agreeing to something she wasn’t already doing. Looking at the floor in shame, she felt his free hand tilt her chin up to stare him in the face, which simultaneously comforted her and made her feel helpless to resist him. “Deal.”
The hand holding her chin up dropped down to tap her butt where her loyalty mark was imprinted. Getting the message, she blushed but managed to keep looking him in the face. “I’m yours.” Thinking quickly, she swallowed her pride so she could calm her other, far more pressing, concerns. “Please take care of me.”
Ranma smiled at her use of a variant phrase that was typically used for introductions in Japan. “Mhmm, let’s get along.”
The matter settled as well as it could be for now, Ranma grinned and glanced towards Akane’s room. “Now then, I just need to go punish a certain over-eager slave-slut.”
Feeling oddly relieved now, Nabiki managed a soft chuckle at the idea. Akane would break rules just for an excuse to get punished. “Good luck with that. It’ll probably just encourage her.”
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