[Episode 265263] [Episode 265263]#Sometime ago, in the Saotome Compound#
Genma Saotome, student of Happosai in the School of Anything Goes! Martial Arts. He was also a thief, a con-artist and a misogynist. He had married Nodoka to get his hands on the Secret Techniques of the Saotome. When he was unable to get them he focused on their son. He was so focused he even agreed to a contract that would kill him if he failed.
For a time, he hadn’t failed. His misogyny gave his son a very masculine identity. The Curse added a wrinkle so he went to the Tendos. If his son was married it wouldn’t matter. But then his teachings fell apart. He wanted to keep Ranma ignorant so that he could use him. But his talent for the martial arts took him beyond Genma’s ability to control. And Genma kept trying to find a way to regain that.
And then he failed. So Nodoka said. Ranma lost his strength. And Ranma disappeared on a quest. There were whispers about his progress and then the whispers stopped. He spent more time as “Mr. Panda” to hide from his wife. But then he received an envelope from her. There were pictures. Pictures Ranma in his female form. Pictures of Ranma in his female form living as a woman. Pictures of Ranma in his female form having sex for money. Ranma was not a Man Amongst Men. He was a Streetwalker. She was a whore. She.
A week later Professor Bentley arrived to escort him to the Saotome Compound. Genma remembered Bentley. He was an eight foot tall Englishman. His black hair was cut short and his eyes were white. He had broad shoulders, he didn’t look like a martial artist. But Genma knew he could not beat him. Bentley might not practise the Art but he practised something. Bentley had been at the Compound when he married Nodoka. It worried him that he had apparently not aged. He remembered what the Grandmaster had said. True Masters of the Secret Saotome Arts were ageless.
He knelt before the woman he had married, not for love but for greed. He didn’t love Nodoka, he didn’t particularly like women. He just wanted the Saotome Secrets. Nodoka looked so youthful. Not like a woman who had a child that was sexually active. Her hair was much like her daughters, but more brown than red. She was dressed in a demure kimono much like what she would normally wear. But this one seemed looser. She had a small table next to her with assorted items on it. The auburn-haired mother lifted a file and began reading through it.
‘Husband, you assured me that your training would make our son a Man Amongst Men. You assured me I would have a son to be proud of. Imagine my surprise when my agents in China informed me that my son was now my daughter and was the preferred fucktoy of the Musk Dynasty. I effected a retrieval and obtained the items needed to restore my son but it seems he is gone. Only my daughter remains. A Streetwalker. She is remarkably skilled for a former male, it makes me wonder if perhaps you… misused our child when he first obtained the Curse. Did you?’ Genma saw no sword but still he felt the aura of danger that seemed to permeate the room. Nodoka lit a small purple lantern as she waited for her husband to respond, the air becoming strangely heavy as time went on.
‘I would never do that to my son!’ He sputtered. ‘What did you mean by restoring my son? Do you have a cure for the Curse?’ He felt his body slacken and relax despite the growing panic. ‘Can you cure me of my Curse?’
‘You ask this of me when you have broken your contract with me?’ There was menace in her voice and Genma shook. ‘Today I become a Widow and Genma Saotome dies. It is up to you whether you live to see another day.’ Genma’s face took on a confused look. ‘Your failure is enough for Seppuku. But you have also given me a fine Saotome whore, she only needs training in the Saotome Techniques to be truly great. You will either take your own life or you will agree to indentured servitude. You will have comfort and money but the name Genma Saotome will be given up. Five years and then you will be allowed to leave if you wish.’ She pushed forward two vials. One red, one blue. ‘The red vial will knock you out and when you wake you will have been prepared for Seppuku. Take the blue vial and you will never be Genma Saotome. A new identity will be given to you. Imagine; five years of service and if you leave then you won’t have to worry about people coming to you for revenge.’ Genma was sold and grabbed the blue vial. His eyes drooped and he slumped forward. He fell into a bowed, prostrate position.
Nodoka rose and the kimono fell away. She stood nude and proud. A slightly podgy belly, her fat, round buttocks, and her massive 42KK tits. She was a monument to fertility and womanhood. Her cunt was unshaved, with a thick patch of hair. She loved how soft it felt when she was frigging herself. She walked over to her husband. With a pair of scissors she cut away the gi he always wore and lifted off the bandana he used to cover up his baldness. She took away his glasses. She then dripped a bottle of water on the balding, fat martial artist. The change was rapid. He shrunk by as much as two feet. Thick black hair exploded from his head, with a patch of white above her forehead, some leftover of the now banished Panda form. The body reduced in size, it stopped being obese, but hadn’t become thin. A bit chubby. Breasts developed. 34JJ cup size. And where once was a less than average sized penis, there was now a small, tight pussy. With the transformation complete, she applied the Seal of Locking. A Saotome skill, it prevented transformations. It also raised the recipient’s libido and their body’s sensitivity. It was placed on the back of Formerly-Genma’s neck. It took the form of a tattoo, the English word “WHORE”. The Matriarch of the Saotome flexed her fingers and began to massage the body of Formerly-Genma. The Amazon bimbos needed special liquids to imitate her family’s skills. Saotome Special Technique: Massaged Mind. She had told Formerly-Genma the truth. In five years the indentured servant would be released. But there was little doubt that Formerly-Genma would want to go anywhere. Genko woke with a groggy groan. Wait. Genma. I am Genma. Genko, no, Genma, sat up in her, his seat in a waiting room. She, he, looked around the room. It was like an offce at a school. She, he, got up and made for the door that said “PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE”. The room had a heavy smell in the room. Just like when Nodoka, Nodoka-sensei, lit that lantern. At the end of the room was a desk in front of the window. Sat at the desk was a woman with auburn hair in a pale blue business suit and skirt with grey pantyhose and blue heels. The woman looked up and smiled. NODOKA!
‘Hello Genko-chan! I am your new Principal, Nodoka Saotome, but you can call me Nodoka-sensei. Please take a seat.’ Genko, Genma, woodenly sat before her, no his, Principal, wife, and waited. Genko had been dressed in a sailor fuku. Her socks had slid and bundled at her ankles. Genko, Genma, shifted in her, his, seat and realised she had forgotten to put on underwear! No, Genma didn’t forget, he wasn’t Genko, he was Genma!
‘But Nodoka-sensei! I am your hus-! My name is Gen-!’ Genko flinched each time she tried to say who she, he, was. ‘What am I doing here?’ Genko, Genma, sighed and waited. Nodoka smiled.
‘You have been enrolled in the Saotome School of Streetwalking. We will make you into a S-Ranked Slut. Now we have some questions and you have to answer as trutfully as possible okay?’ Genko dully nodded, the air seemed even heavier as she struggled to hold onto what was Genma Saotome. She, he, gave a nod.
‘How old are you?’
‘Sixteen.’ Genko answered. Genma couldn’t control his mouth!
‘Are you a virgin?’ At this Genko, Genma, started to squirm.
‘Yes.’
‘Have you ever kissed a boy?’ Genma wanted to say he had kissed her and dozens of whores on the training trip with his son.
‘I-I ah, well, that is to say I kissed my cousin once. When I was eight years old.’ Suddenly Genma had the memory of being a pudgy little girl being kissed by a boy that looked like him when he was eight. Nodoka smiled and gave a small laugh.
‘Fufufufu! I meant have you ever kissed a boy romantically?’
‘Uhm… no.’
‘Well, have you ever let a boy touch your private parts?’ Genma shook in anger but could not speak.
‘No!’ Genko squeeked andGenma felt the body flush in embarrassment.
‘Have you ever touched a boy’s penis?’
‘Of course not!’ Genko and Genma declared.
‘Please don’t be offended. In order to get an idea of where to place you in our curriculum, we need to have a clear idea of where you are in health and experience.’ Genko’s blue eyes drooped and the air was suddenly heavier and it was harder to remember Genma Saotome. ‘Please answer my questions fully Genko-chan.’
‘Okay then Nodoka-sensei.’ Genko felt much more relaxed.
‘Now then, how big are your breasts?’ Genko cupped her breasts and looked down at them and smiled as the bounced after she let them go and felt her nipples harden.
‘Thirty-four JJ Nodoka-sensei. But I don’t like wearing a bra. I find them uncomfortable.’ She smiled dreamily.
‘When you masturbate, do you use fingers or do you prefer to use a sex toy?’
‘A wha-what?’
‘A sex toy. Like a vibrator or a dildo. Or do you use your fingers?’
‘I-I use my f-fingers.’ Genko answered quietly.
‘How often? Do you do it regularly?’
‘What is meant by regularly?’ Genko started to blush. Genma was stalling, he was disturbed by what he was remembering.
‘Once a week? Twice a week?’ The black haired teen’s blush grew hotter and she finally answered.
‘Uh well, I… I guess six or seven times, m-maybe f-fourteen t-times. A day.’ Images plagued Genma’s mind. Images of Genko frantically fingering her needy cunt again and again.
‘There is no need to be embarrassed Genko-chan. You are actually a little below average for a student at this school. Now then, what do you think about when you masturbate?’ Genko started to blush and squirm. ‘Genko-chan?’ Images started to come and Genma quailed in terror.
‘I-I have some fantasies about Uncle Happosai. He… he raised me with my cousin Su Tendo. He is a well-respected martial artist.’
‘You fantasise about your adopted father fucking you?’
‘Um, yes.’
‘And how big is his cock, in your fantasies?’
‘Well, I, uh, pretty big I guess.’
‘So you like to fantasise about being fucked by older men with big cocks?’
‘I, well, uh, well.’ Genko kept squirming.
‘You do fantasise about big cocks don’t you?’
‘What is, I mean, y’know, I, could you tell me what you count as big?’ Nodoka smiled.
‘In your fantasies, with Uncle Happosai, or is it Papa Happi? Do you imagine his cock filling your tight little pussy and satisfying you?’ Genko didn’t speak, she just blushed and nodded her head.
‘It’s alright, perfectly normal. Slutty girls love big cocks. I’ll make sure you take the Daddy’s Girl Classes and make sure your instructors know that you are a size-queen.’ Genko didn’t know what that meant she just nodded.
‘Do you ever fantasise about being raped?’
‘Of course not!’ was the high-pitched reply.
‘Please do not be offended my chubby slut. Let me put it another way. Have you ever had a fantasy about a handsome pirate who would not take no for an answer?’
‘Um…’
‘Or maybe in one of your fantasies about your Papa? Have you ever fantasised about Happosai forcing you to suck his cock? Or fantasised about saying “no” because you know it is wrong, or taboo, but you secretly mean yes, and you let him “force you”,’ at this Nodoka-sensei made air-quotes, ‘to suck and fuck his big cock?’
‘Well, I don’t know, maybe,’ Genko replied with a red face.
‘Don’t worry, that’s very common. Most young sluts fantasise about being raped. I’ll just put you down as a cock-hungry rape-slut for old men.’
Genko didn’t like the sound of that and opened her mouth to protest, but she could not speak.
‘That is just the result of this interview. Nothing to worry about; I think I can fast track you if this interview is any indication. You will be very popular at our school.’
For some reason Genko felt very reassured by the busty Principal’s words as she moved around the huge desk and approached the uniform clad Formerly-Genma. After all, she was the Principal.
‘While Professor Bentley, the Vice-Principal, is a ghost, the rest of the teaching staff at this school are super-powered lust-crazed rapists. We staged their deaths in prisons around the world and they are offered sanctuary at the school so long as they aid in the training of our students. To survive you will be forced to become a super-powered slut to satisfy their cravings. You will be raped by those monsters. All of them. You will go into their classes and you will allow them to rape your pussy, your ass, and your mouth with their massive cocks, fucking you over and over and over again, until their lusts have been fully slaked. Then you will get up and go to the next classroom. And do on and so forth.’
‘Oh…’ Genko replied dreamily. Fluid started to leak from her and pool on her seat.
‘So will you agree to be gang-raped by monster-cocks? And then have sex for money when you graduate?’
‘I guess so.’ She answered in that same dreamy tone. She didn’t want to be raped, but she couldn’t remember why. She fantasised about being raped so wouldn’t she want to be raped?
‘Good, good, just read this aloud and speak into the camera.’ Nodoka handed Genko a card and pointed a videocamera at her.
Genko absently picked up the card and smiled at the simple message.
‘I am Genko and I am a cock-sucking rape-slut who deserves everything she gets.’ She smiled and gave a peace sign.
‘Very good.’
(Posted Thu, 07 May 2015 19:26)
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