Well here is part one of chapter two of The Shikima Interface
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Beware chapter one is 168k
I do not recommend that any one who dislikes sex stories read this. I am
trying to
write an entertaining story, but the sex will remain a big part of it.
I will appreciate any C+C you can give me.
The Shikima Interface
Chapter two part one, Girls just want to have fun.
A fan fiction based on the Manga by Rumiko Takahashi,
Ranma 1/2
and the anime La Blue Girl.
This is a lemon. Another word for porn. If that offends
you do not read this.
It also may contain NC sex if that offends you don't read
this.
If you think anything might offend you don't read this.
Any one else. Please for gods sake read this and let me
know what you think.
A note concerning symbols. This {} means inserted
thoughts by the demons in the story..
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Deep inside a hidden valley was a temple. It had
stood for centuries untouched by time, and unvisited by
humans. There was a curse on the valley it inhabits. No
female creature would enter the valley, and with no
females there was little reason for males to enter. There
were no birds to sing, no insects to hum. The silence was
disturbed only by the wind sighing through the ancient
trees. There was little underbrush as there were no young
plants. The humans who lived around the valley shunned
it. So, down through the ages the residents of the temple
have lived with never the sight, smell, or touch of a
female, of any species.
Naturally they were more than slightly horny.
In a room deep in the temple four... well, beings is as
good as word as any I suppose... were focusing all their
attention on a large silvery viewing screen that was
currently divided into three sections. One section showed
a muscular young man in a yellow shirt. He was talking
to another young man in a long white robe. The robed
man was currently huddled on the floor with his fingers in
his ears. No one in the room was paying much attention
to this section. In the second section of the screen a small
red haired girl and a very large dark haired man were
doing their best to bend a small single bed into a U shape.
This was being watched and enjoyed by the two
largest...beings. Then there was the final scene. A young
slim man with brown hair cut in a rather feminine style
was watching the same scene that was visible in the
second section. He was using what looked like a computer
monitor to do so. The serious looking young man was
sitting in what looked like a combination bedroom, office
and small general warehouse. There was a very attractive
young lady with long flowing purple hair laying
unconscious on the bed behind him. He was paying her
no attention whatsoever, a situation which the last two of
the beings were finding a touch annoying.
Regant and Nendex stared with intense
concentration at the figures on the screen in front of them.
Nendex was beginning to think that he would be unable to
convince this Nabiki Tendo person to do what he wanted.
He had a formidable amount of will power, but Nabiki's
was every bit as powerful. It was not that Nabiki did not
feel lust, he did indeed, in spades. The raw Shikima
magic in his system saw to that. However, the
combination of a powerful self control, and a
disinclination towards the female sex made it impossible
to steer him in the direction Nendex wanted. Unlike
Akane, Nabiki normally had no sexual feelings for
females, and as a result was not naturally inclined to take
advantage of the beautiful girl in his power... power...
Nendex paused for a minute.
A strong part of this Nabiki's character was the need
to control events around him, and to manipulate those
people that came within his sphere of influence. What if
the reason he had so much control was not so much
resistance, but that Nendex was trying to push the wrong
buttons? Now what if he were to make some cross
connections between the pleasure Nabiki felt when
controlling others, and the lust he was feeling as a result
of the magic in his system? It should be easy enough, he
was not like he was trying to suppress or block a natural
inclination. So, unlike what the other two were doing
with this one's sister, he should be able to do it by himself,
which was good as Regant was fully occupied taking
advantage of the purple haired girl's unconscious state to
delve deeply into her subconscious mind.
A few minutes was enough to determine that his
idea was valid. A few moments later he had determined
what had to be done, and within seconds he had
established the necessary links. Now it was merely a
matter of letting nature take it's course and whispering
the occasional suggestion.
He looked over at the sweating forms of his so called
superiors. They had expended large amounts of physic
energy in order to direct their play toy in the way they
wished it to behave. He felt contemp as he compared their
brute force approach to his skill and finesse. They could
have had their subjects screwing like rabbits if they had
been satisfied to manipulate the two's suppressed desire
for each other. Instead they wanted a scenario where the
girl turned boy forced the red head Urgant had been so
worried about. They had managed to do it, but it had
taken their combine will power to accomplish.
Nendex looked at the side of the screen that showed
Ranma and Akane, and narrowed his eyes. While Akane
had indeed forced himself on the little red head, and while
Ranma was indeed tied to the bed, it was easy to see that
their mutual movements were no longer those of rapist
and victim. Unless he missed his guess they were both
now engaged in the type of sex that Extefan hated with
such a passion. Love making. Nendex suppressed a smile
as he turned back to his own screen. So, despite their
wasting of all that energy, all they got for their trouble
was what he could have accomplished with a fraction of
the effort. His satisfaction was increased by the
knowledge that the play toys the two larger demons had
tossed his a way, like a dried bone to a dog, were by no
means that. He had high hopes that this Nabiki would
supply him with an entertainment that Ergan and Extefan
could only dream of getting from their toys. He chuckled
to himself quietly and went back to watching his and
Regant's puppets.
Nabiki reached out and typed several commands on
his keyboard, ordering the computer to store the 60 second
segment starting with Akane working his way up the
obviously terrified Ranma and ending as he reached
between his legs and directed his enormous member at her
tiny opening. Then, wiping sweat from his brow, he
turned off the feed to his monitor and left it up to the
VCR to monitor the rest of the activity in Akane's room.
He knew that one segment would sell every video he could
produce. All he had to do was send it out over the
Internet and within hours the orders would be flying in.
For now, however, he was suffering from his first
ever erection, and was rapidly on his way to enjoying his
first case of blue balls. Nabiki had never before been so
affected by a video. Even allowing for the fact that it was
Ranma and Akane did not help to explain his feelings of
arousal. It had to be this body. He had always known
guys were controlled by their balls, but for the first time
he began to feel a little empathy for what those little bits
of flesh did to them. Well, he had a solution the others
did not possess. A little hot water would wash those
annoying little things right away.
{Seems a shame though. I really should experiment
a little. After all, this is my chance to really understand
what to twist when I'm dealing with guys. Not to mention
that I had better gain control of this body if I'm going to
use it as a disguise.}
Nabiki frowned at these thoughts. They made sense
he supposed. He had avoided dealing with a certain type
of person because he was female. This body would let
him get around that. After going to that amount of effort
it would be very foolish to be tripped up by the very thing
he was hiding with. If he was going to use this body as a
disguise he had better learn how to deal with it's
idiosyncracies. He frowned, but the sex thing, just how
was he suppose to experiment. There was no way he was
going to masturbate in this form, and that would not help
him much in the real world anyway. After all, if spanking
the monkey helped, Kuno and Gosunkugi would be the
biggest studs on campus.
{What about her?}
Nabiki found his eyes turning to where Shampoo lay
sprawled across his bed. She was still under the effect of
Kodachi's flowers. It had been a simple matter, as soon
as he had opened the door to Ranma's room she had
jumped at him. The fact that she had yelled Ranma's
name when she did so showed she had mistaken Nabiki's
masculine form in the darkened doorway for Ranma.
All Nabiki had to do was to hold out the flowers.
Shampoo had done the rest. She had snatched the bouquet
out of Nabiki's hands and shoved her face into the
sleeping powder laced blossoms without a moments
thought. Nabiki smirked, it was really convenient the way
Ranma's various visitors left all sorts of useful things
laying around after a visit to the dojo. It was also nice the
way they were so predictable.
Now as Nabiki's eyes trailed over the Amazon's lush
body his brand new male body reacted to the sight. He felt
a sudden throbbing in his groin. Uh, Uh, no way, he
thought. Maybe a real guy would do that, but I'm a little
too attached to my arms and legs. I would prefer that they
stay right where they are, thank you.
{But you're a guy and she won't recognize you.
Besides, she's just laying there helpless. She can't do a
thing to stop you.}
Sweat start to bead on Nabiki's forehead as various
images of him and Shampoo locked in passionate
embraces filled his head. Man this body is something
else, he thought. I've never had a lustful thought about a
girl in my life, and now after only a half hour or so I'm
dreaming of having hot sweaty sex with one of the most
dangerous people in Nerima. No wonder guys are so easy
to manipulate.
Still, even realizing it was the body doing this to him
Nabiki could not help but think about the prospect. He
was still a virgin. He had seen what happened to guys
attitudes when they finally got into a girls pants, they
went from lap dogs to pit bulls, and the way the attitudes
of the other boys changed was just as bad. When word got
out that the girl had put out, she went from being a person
to being a target for every hormone jockey in the school.
He had not been prepared to give up the power he
wielded in the school yard. Not for the sake of a few
minutes of a sweaty over rated activity.
{But I'm the guy now.}
Ya right, like that will keep Shampoo from ripping
my head off, Nabiki argued with himself.
{Power}
Eh, Nabiki thought, as a flash of lust pulsed through
his loins.
{Shampoo is one of the most dangerous people you
know, and she's totally in your power.}
Only until she wakes up.
{Well, there is an answer to that little problem, is
there not?}
Nabiki found her eyes turning to a medium sized box
sitting under her window. It was a special order for
Hiroshi, and as his mind went over the inventory of its
contents he felt the lust in his belly start to smolder, and
as the fire built higher his self control started to break
down. Slowly a smile crossed his face, and stopping only
to pick up one of Mousse's shurikens from his dresser
drawer he stood and walked over to the box. As he passed
by the bed his eyes ran over the form laying there with a
new appreciation. Whistling a happy tune Nabiki knelt
down and began to cut the strings tying the box closed.
Opening the top of the box he looked at the contents with
a happy smile on his face. Yep all here, he thought.
Reaching in, he began to extract the items he was going to
need. Having removed them he made his way back to the
bed.
He gazed at the lithe female figure laying helpless
before him. She looked so helpless and fragile laying
there on the bed. Curled up in a foetal position her head
laying on one hand, the other hand curled under her chin.
She looked anything but what she was, which was one of
the most dangerous Martial Artists Nabiki had ever
encountered. Nabiki knew of more skilled fighters, and
he knew of more ruthless ones, but there where very few
indeed that combined both to the degree that this girl did.
Nabiki felt an intense feeling of satisfaction as he
contemplated these facts. For all her skill and power she
had been laid low by the force of Nabiki's intellect and
now he intended to fully enjoy the spoils of that victory.
He lay down the various objects and devices he had
just extracted from the box that had been waiting in his
room until he could con Ranma into delivering it.
Reaching down he rolled the unconscious girl over onto
her back. The sway of her unencumbered breasts under
the smooth silk of her dress brought a lump to his throat.
His new body expressed it's appreciation in other ways as
well. Careful Nabiki, don't let this body set the agenda.
Remember, this is about showing Shampoo what real
power is.
Having brought the urge to ravage the girl here and
now under control, Nabiki reached down and began to
undo the ties that kept her dress together. In a manner of
minutes Shampoo lay naked on the bed and Nabiki once
again had to fight down his new body's instinctive
reaction to the flawless beauty of Shampoo's naked form.
Rolling the girl back over onto her stomach Nabiki
picked up a rectangular piece of leather that had a velcro
strip and several eyelets fastened to it. It had certain
similarities to an old corset, but with no stiffeners to give
it shape. Straddling Shampoo's body, he sat down on her
ass. It settled a little under his weight, but the strong
underlying musculature kept it from losing it's shape.
Nabiki took a minute to savor the feeling, before getting
back to the matter at hand.
Reaching forward he lay the section of leather in the
middle of her back. Then grasping her left hand he pulled
her arm up behind her until her forearm was at right
angles to her body, and was laying atop the leather.
Holding that arm in place with one hand, he reached over
and pulled her other arm up behind her as well.
Positioning both arms so that the forearms lay side by
side, he shifted his grip so that he could hold both arms in
place with one hand. With the other he folded one side of
the leather over her arms. Then picking up the leather
from the other side he folded it over the first section. The
velcro fastener joined the two sections together and held
them firmly enough that Nabiki could have both hands
free. This was the usual method of fastening. However,
for people who wanted a more stringent bondage there
was another option. Considering who she was dealing
with Nabiki did not even consider leaving it like that. He
picked up a long length of lacing and fed it through the
set of eyelets that ran down each edge of the leather
binding. Much like lacing up a pair of shoes he quickly
fastened the two halves firmly together, being very careful
to leave no slack the Amazon could use to free herself.
When he finished he leaned back and inspected his
work with satisfaction. Shampoo would have minimal
leverage with her arms in that position. That was only
half the job however, Shampoo was too formidable a
martial artist to be rendered helpless merely because she
could not use her arms. Lifting himself from his
comfortable seat he slid off the bed. He reached out and
picked up several leather cuffs similar to the ones he had
tied Ranma with. One set however was much larger than
the small ones he had used on Ranma.
Moving back to the bed he pulled Shampoo's
unconscious body around so that her body was near the
edge of the bed. Fastening one of the smaller leather cuffs
around her ankle, he then slipped the other one around
her upper thigh. This brought his hand into close
proximity with her vagina. Unable to resist, Nabiki
indulged his curiosity, and allowed his hand to slip up far
enough between Shampoo's legs so that his fingers ran
lightly over the lips of her sex. Shampoo moaned
passionately and a softly murmured, "Ranma," came from
between her lips. Nabiki was surprised to feel how damp
Shampoo was. Bending over Nabiki place her mouth near
Shampoo's head.
"Having sweet dreams are we dear." He whispered in
her ear. "Enjoy them while you can." Pulling his fingers
away from her damp sex he buckled the thigh cuff firmly
around her leg. Stroking a hand over her firm buttocks he
ran his hand down her other leg and quickly repeated the
operation.
Having firmly fastened the four cuffs in place Nabiki
now moved on to the next step. Taking hold of one of her
ankles he bent her leg back until Shampoos foot touched
the back of her thigh. It was simple from there to fasten
the ankle cuff to the thigh cuff, using the sewn on clips.
Repeating the operation with the other leg took only a
moment. He then rolled the girl over on her back.
Nabiki stepped back and admired her handy work.
Shampoo lay there, her arms drawn up tight in the small
of her back, securely fastened with the heavy leather
wrapping. The weight of her body shoving her arms deep
into the mattress Her legs were folded in half, allowing
no freedom of motion in that area. In her unconscious
state gravity forced her legs to separate widely, giving
Nabiki a clear view of Shampoo's pouting sex. The outer
lips glistened with arousal as her dreams of Ranma caused
her to twitch slightly in her sleep, and to moan faintly in
passion. Idly Nabiki wondered what sort of dream
Shampoo was manufacturing based on the stimuli coming
from her physical body.
{Shampoo grunted as all the air was driven from her
lungs. Ranma had slammed her body hard into the
ground. Then he had jammed a knee into the small of her
back causing her to expel all the air in her lungs. Having
temporarily rendered her helpless he reached down and
ripped the bottom of her dress away from her body,
exposing her tanned and bare ass to the air. Kneeling
down behind her he pinned her own legs in place with his.
Then undoing the ties to his pants he let his massive
erection spring free. "Now Shampoo I've beaten you, and
will now take what is mine." He said.
"Yes take this unworthy amazon and make her your
slave. Shove your manhood deep in Shampoo, make her
woman."}
Nabiki shook his head and dispelled the image from
his mind. "Ya right," he mocked himself, "that's real
likely."
Shampoo was starting to move more vigorously and
was making more and more noise. She was going to be
waking soon, and for a brief moment Nabiki contemplated
gaging her. He discarded the idea. He wanted to hear her
voice, wanted to listen as she shouted out in rage at her
captor. Besides, it's not as if any one would notice her
yells. Akane and Ranma certainly would not, and none of
the neighbors would give it a moments thought.
Compared to some of the sounds that had come out of here
in the past, any noise Shampoo might make would be
shrugged off as just another night at the Tendos'.
Nabiki started to set the stage for Shampoo's
awakening. First he turned his desk lamp so that the light
washed over Shampoo's form. Then he turned out the
overhead lights. He placed his office chair behind the light
so he would be shielded from Shampoo by it's glare.
Then he moved the computer monitor so it could be easily
seen from the bed despite the lamp. Having completed his
preparation he sat down and waited for Shampoo to wake
up.
Shampoo was first aware of a massive headache.
Her head felt like it was ready to explode. The next thing
she noticed was that she could not seem to bring her hand
around to touch her aching head. For a few minutes she
struggled to move her arms. While she was doing that, her
vision started to clear enough that she noticed the brilliant
light blinding her was from an outside source and was not
a manifestation of her headache.
"What...where...Shampoo?" She murmured in a
fuzzy voice, mind still dulled from the narcotic in
Kodachi's flowers.
"Aa good, you're awake." A strange male voice said.
Shampoo looked in the direction the voice came from but
could see nothing. Instead the intense light made her eyes
water and forced her to turn her eyes away.
"Maybe you can answer some questions for me now
Hmmm?" The voice asked in a friendly tone.
"Where Shampoo? Who you?" She asked, trying to
force her mind to work. There was something she was
missing here, and she could not quite figure it out yet.
"I ask the questions here!!" The strange voice had
suddenly lost it's friendly air and was now as cold a ice.
"For the next little while I ask, you answer! Follow that
little rule and we'll get along quite well."
Shampoo felt a blaze of fury at the arrogant male.
How dare he speak to her in that tone of voice. She would
carve his balls off and make him eat them for his
presumption. At this point she finally realized what it
was that had been clamoring for her attention. She was
tied. She could feel her arms behind her back and her
legs seemed to be twisted and bound in some manner as
well. Looking down she was shocked to see her naked
breasts silhouetted in the light from the desk lamp.
Squinting her eyes against the brilliant light she could see
that her nakedness extended to the rest of her body. She
next realized that her legs were wide apart and that the
strange man must be able to see every bit of her. She
flushed with a combination of anger and embarrassment
and forced her legs closed.
"Now that is rather impolite, but I'll let it go for
now. There will be lots of time for sightseeing later." The
voice said, with a tone of amused condescension in his
voice. "For now I have a question for you. Where is
Nabiki Tendo!?" He spat out like a whip crack, as if
hopping to shock an answer out of her.
"Greedy girl?" Shampoo asked in puzzlement.
"Why you ask Shampoo about greedy girl? Shampoo not
know where greedy girl is."
"No, no, no," the man said his voice weary with
pretend disappointment. "I had really though you would
be smarter than the other slut. Maybe seeing what
happens to little girls who are not helpful will aid your
memory." With that she heard a click and a TV screen lit
up to her left, away from the glare of the light.
Shampoo looked at the picture in puzzlement for a
minute before her mind managed to translate the images
she was seeing. When she did she, felt like she had been
kicked in the stomach by a mule. There on the screen was
Onna-Ranma, and she was not alone. A large naked man
with a massive erection was between her legs, and as his
hips lifted and fell, Shampoo could see his large cock
thrusting in and out of Ranma's widely stretched pussy.
As Shampoo watched in horror Ranma lifted her arms
and legs and wrapped them around the dark haired man.
In her shock she failed to note the leather cuffs on
Ranma's wrists and ankles. Instead her attention was
fully on the little red head's face. There was no mistaking
the passion in that face, and no denying that she was
enjoying herself. Shampoo felt her heart break. She had
lost him. She had lost her Airen. Tears streamed down
her face, and she turned her face away from the monitor.
Nabiki felt relief, he had pushed the wrong key. He
had meant to cue up the scene he had saved for
advertising. Instead he had called up the current image.
That could have been a disaster. It could have easily
ended up showing Shampoo an empty bed, and that would
have made him feel foolish indeed. He had lucked out,
and that annoyed him. Luck was for losers. Still, from
the look on Shampoo's face he had achieved his goal of
shocking Shampoo. As well he seemed to have managed
his secondary goal of prying Ranma loose from
Shampoo's attention. From the look on her face Nabiki
would lay odds that Shampoo was no longer interested in
Ranma as husband material.
Shampoo was not allowed to dwell on her loss. The
tv screen went black and the strange male began to talk
again. "We asked her the same question we asked you."
the voice said. "She didn't want to talk to us either.
When you showed up I gave her to Lenny to play with and
I decided to see if you would be any more cooperative. So
how about it, you going to tell me what I want to know?
Or do I get to play a little as well?" Nabiki had focused on
Shampoo while the scene had been on the monitor. He
had not noticed the expression on Ranma's face, and had
gone with the story he had pre-fabricated.
Shampoo did not seem to notice that what he was
implying did not match what she had seen. She was too
stunned by what she had just seen to even understand
what the man was saying. The image of Ranma having
sex with that strange man played over and over in her
mind, shutting out all outside impressions. Her whole
world had just turned upside down. Ranma despite his
curse had always been the most manly of men to her. She
had built that image up in her own mind to excuse the
way he made her feel. It was improper for an Amazon to
feel as she did for a man. To be his slave if he so desired.
Shampoo had stopped denying to herself a long time ago
that she would do anything Ranma asked. If he had asked
her for sex, she would have given it to him. O she might
have tried to use it to make him marry her, but if it came
down to it she knew that she would have given him her
body with no conditions at all. She had always made the
excuse that Ranma was the ultimate warrior, and as such
there was no sin in her being subservient to him. No sin
in how wet it made her, to imagine him taking her and
using her.
Now however what was she to think. It had been
clear that Ranma was not being forced. Suddenly her
mind jolted back to the restaurant and Ryouga's
explanation of the cure. Ryouga had explained the
dangers of taking the cure in their cursed forms, that it
would trap them there. Clear in her memory was
Ryouga's smiling face as he had told her that Ranma had
taken the cure already. He had known, the bastard had
known that Ranma was a girl for real now. She would cut
his...
>Whack< "Ahh!" Shampoo yipped in surprise as
something smacked against her thigh.
"I'm talking to you!!" yelled the strange male. He
had moved out from behind the light and was standing
beside the bed. In his hand was the ruler that he had just
struck Shampoo with. Reaching down he took her chin in
his hand and twisted her head so she was staring straight
at him.
Shampoo felt a shiver pass through her body as she
looked deep into his icy cold eyes. The combination of
those eyes, his hands on her and the video resulted in a
connection being made in Shampoo's mind. The patient
adjustments to her mind by Regant began to produce fruit.
He had been delighted to find a strong thread of
submissiveness buried deep in her subconscious, it was
quite pronounced, but had been kept at bay by her cultural
upbringing. Amazon's do not take a passive and
submissive role with men. However, the last year had
slowly eroded her bias against submitting to a male.
Allowed by the law to pursue Ranma, she had
unconsciously used it as an excuse. Unable to physically
coerce him she had tried to lure him by behaving in a
most un-amazonly manner.
When Regant had been routing around in her mind
he had been surprised to discover this, but had gleefully
taken advantage of the unexpected development. He had
carefully worked to fully bring her submissive nature to
the surface. While he was not aware of it, his efforts were
greatly aided by the hypnotic properties of the gas
Kodachi had laced her flowers with. For Kodachi the gas
had been a failure. It caused a deep unconscious state that
did not allow the victim to hear her commands. Deciding
it was a failure she had discarded the formula. However
Regent was imputing his commands and desires straight
into Shampoo's mind, bypassing fully her ears. Unknown
to him, his manipulation had established a link directly
between Shampoo's pleasure center and her submissive
tendencies, using Nabiki as the trigger.
Shampoo felt heat beginning to build in her belly.
Before this only Ranma had induced this reaction, but this
man had defeated Ranma. He had defeated Ranma
totally. The evidence of the video left no doubt of that.
Now he had her completely in his power and something in
her was responding strongly to that. The angry glare she
had directed at him softened, and she said. "Shampoo not
no where greedy girl is. If Shampoo know, she tell
husband. Will husband let Shampoo go now."
The strange man seemed startled by this statement
and he backed away from her. "Husband?" he blurted out.
"You defeat Shampoo, you defeat Shampoo's
husband. Shampoo's yours now, is amazon way." This
was not entirely true. The truth was that under Amazon
law Shampoo should have been planning the most painful
way she could come up with to kill the man who had
dishonored both her and her husband. However, for some
reason Shampoo could not get the image of this man using
her out of her mind, and that the mere thought of him
doing so sent flashes of fire racing through her body. She
did not know why, but she was positive that his touch
would bring her pleasure such as she had never imagined.
The man seemed to find this statement highly
amusing. "Sorry, not in the market for a wife right now.
So, if you will just give me the information I want, I'll be
on my way."
"But Shampoo tell you, she not know where greedy
girl is." Shampoo said in a plaintive voice.
The man sighed in exasperation and said. "Very
well, if that's the way it has to be. Don't say I didn't warn
you." Reaching down he felt between her legs until he
found her bush. "Nice thatch you have here" he said as
his fingers tangled in it. "Be a shame if something were
to happen to it." Shampoo stifled a gasp as he gave a firm
pull. At the same time she felt a pulse of pleasure shoot
through her body.
Nendex gloated. "I just love playing mind games
with these types. By the time I'm finished with her she
won't be able to enjoy sex with anyone but this Nabiki
Tendo. And won't that come as a shock when she finds
out the truth."
Regent frowned. He had been annoyed when after
all his work, Nendex had insisted on manipulating both of
the humans. It was not difficult, once the initial
connection were established, it took little effort to
maintain. There was such a thing as fairness, however,
but when had demons ever given thought to fairness.
Once again he thought, being the smallest sucks
toadstools. Sighing he brought his attention back to the
present. "Don't get carried away." He cautioned Nendex.
"Take it easy on the pain and pleasure stuff. You can only
warp her so far before she'll break and then she'd be of no
further use to us. Wait until he starts doing something
that is more normally pleasurable."
Nendex grumbled, "relax I know what I'm doing. I
know how far I can push it, believe me."
Regent grunted in doubt, but let in lay. It was not
like he could do anything anyway.
Nabiki was startled when she felt Shampoo's
reaction to his light tugging of her pubic hair. This was
not what he had intended, the silly bitch was enjoying
herself.
{So what, that just means I've got an extra lever to
use against her.}
He grinned at this thought, the original plan was to
play with the helpless Shampoo, making it very clear to
her who was the master. There was a certain
dissatisfaction in that however. It was like poking a stick
at a tiger in a cage. O sure he could not fight back, but
there was never any real doubt as to who the superior
creature was. Her original plan was the best he could
come up with under the circumstances, but now....
He had been a little startled at Shampoo's assertion
that she now recognized Nabiki as her husband. However,
now that he had a moment to think about it, the though
was quite arousing. Now how to test it. He did not dare
untie Shampoo just yet. The results of guessing wrong
were too horrid to think about. He stared down at the girl
on the bed for a few minutes, while she returned his gaze
with liquid eyes speaking of deep passion. He noticed that
she still held her legs tightly together. Ok that's a place to
start, he thought.
"Spread your legs!" He ordered.
Shampoo blinked at the sudden order. The man had
been standing there staring at her in silence for so long.
Once the order registered however she obeyed. She
allowed gravity to pull her legs apart and exposed herself
completely to this commanding man. She felt a pulse of
pleasure as she followed the order, and she almost purred
as the tingling sensation ran thru her body. She stared up
at the man looming over her. Her heart beating a little
faster as she waited for his next move. She did not have a
long wait as his hand dipped down and stroked her most
private of spots. This time she did purr, arching her hips
as much as she could and thrusting her mound at his
hand.
He gave a chuckle at her reaction. "My we do have a
very responsive puss here don't we." Slowly he ran a
finger up and down her outer lips, causing a burning
sensation to start growing in Shampoo's groin. He
continued his teasing for several minutes, during which
Shampoo's hips began to move frantically in an effort to
increase the level of contact.
>Smack< Shampoo jolted in shock as he used the
ruler he still held in his hand on her inner thigh,
uncomfortably close to her sex.
"Did I say you could move?" The man said in a calm
voice. "You will do nothing I do not tell you to. Do you
understand?"
Shampoo looked up at him, lust burning in her loins,
with an effort she stilled her pelvis and was rewarded with
a pulse of pleasure.
Nendex started, he had not done that, that sense of
pleasure was generated with out any input from him. He
stared in surprise at the bound Amazon. Regant had said
she was a repressed submissive, but this level of response
was unexpected to say the least. He decided to withdraw
the threads he had buried in her mind and see what
happened.
Shampoo did not know why she felt so hot. All she
knew was that obeying this man brought instant
gratification. She lay there and waited for his next order,
her body trembling in anticipation. She did not have long
to wait. Reaching down he placed a finger at her sex.
"Do not move," he repeated. Slowly he shoved his finger
an inch or so into her tight opening. Shampoo gasped as
pleasure rocketed thru her body. Then she fought to
restrain her lunge as he slowly withdrew his finger, taking
at least a half a minute to do so. It took all of Shampoo's
will to not thrust her hips at his retreating finger. She
managed to hold on and as he finished withdrawing his
finger she again felt a flash of pleasure. She did not know
what magic this man possessed. All she knew was that
she had never experienced any thing like the pleasure she
had felt after only ten minutes in his power. Truly he was
a man among men.
Nabiki was feeling a little disconcerted, he had not
expected anything like the reaction he was getting from
Shampoo. She seemed to orgasm at Nabiki's merest
touch, and that in turn was having a very strong effect on
Nabiki. He had gone past the merely aroused stage. His
new attachment was like an iron bar in his pajamas. It
was causing him discomfort every time he moved.
Hesitantly he reached down inside his pajama
bottoms and tentatively grasped his new penis. The
resulting flood of sensation was almost painful. He
groaned faintly as he slowly adjusted himself, pulling his
penis up so it was not pressing against the rough fabric of
his pajamas. The sensation as the head brushed against
the fabric was like nothing he had ever felt. He suddenly
had an overwhelming urge to throw himself onto the
helpless Shampoo and drive the aching thing into the
soothing balm of her sex. He managed to fight the urge
down, but it was difficult. He gritted his teeth and focused
on cold thought. He'd be dammed if he'd give into this
body's urges. He had controlled his normal female body
for years. He would prove to himself that his mind was
superior to the animal lusts of this body. He raked his
eyes over the girl who even now was looking up at him
with a small bit of fear in her eyes. Good she should fear
him. He would prove his mental strength on her body.
Shampoo looked at her captor with a worried frown,
his face had twisted into a grimace of pain And now he
was looking at her with eyes that caused a small tremor of
fear to shoot through her. "What...what...Shampoo do
wrong?" She stammered as he continued to look at her
with... wild barely controlled lust in his eyes. Slowly the
light of sanity returned to his features, but the look he
turned on her then was not much better than the earlier
one, in fact it was worse. The fire in his eyes had been
replaced by ice and Shampoo shuddered as they looked at
her.
"Congratulations, you almost succeeded in
distracting me" he said in an eerily calm voice. "But now
may we get back to the real reason I am here. Where is
Nabiki Tendo!?" He shouted right in Shampoo's face,
causing her to turn her face aside is surprise. This did not
please him. Grasping her chin in his hand he pulled her
face back around. "I believe I told you not to move, did I
not?" He looked at her expectantly for a minute and them
his face became angry. "I asked you a question!" He
snarled at her. "Did I tell you not to move!?"
Shampoo nodded her head, swallowing a lump of
fear in her throat. "Ye..yes..you tell Shampoo no move.
Shampoo sorry, Shampoo not move again, she promise."
Nabiki was pleased, all indications were that
Shampoo was really submitting herself. Still it was best to
make sure.
"Promises are not good enough," the man hissed at
Shampoo. "Now what should I do with you?."
Shampoo looked in his eyes like a rabbit trapped in a
cars headlights. Frozen unable to speak. It was not until
he smacked the ruler that was still in his hand lightly
across her breast that she was shocked out of her trance.
Suddenly Shampoo recognized a familiarity to the scene.
Cologne had often done similar things when she wanted
to punish Shampoo. She had wanted Shampoo to
acknowledge her mistake and admit that she deserved to
be punished. For a second defiance flared in her, and with
it an icy cold feeling damped down all the feelings of
pleasure she had been experienced. The cessation of what
had been a constant background feeling of pleasure was
shocking. She suddenly needed to feel that pleasure again
more than anything. Like a drug addict in withdrawal her
body began to shake with racking painful shudders.
Something in the back of Shampoo's mind yelled out
that it was her fault, if she would admit she was wrong the
pain would leave and the pleasure would come back.
"Shampoo sorry!!! Shampoo deserve to be punished for
disobeying. Please punish Shampoo!!!" She screamed
out. As soon as the words left her mouth the pain ceased,
and the pleasure flooded back in. Her body sagged and
she started crying in relief, loud racking sobs that filled
the room with the sound of her relief at the cessation of
pain.
Nabiki was shaken by Shampoo's reaction. He had
once again been caught by surprise. Shampoo was
behaving as if Nabiki had subjected her to all the hells of a
torture dungeon, when all Nabiki had done was to lightly
swat her across the breast. Considering some of the blows
he had seen Shampoo take, that did not even classify as a
flea bite. Suddenly all the enjoyment he had felt in having
her in his power slipped away. Nabiki might enjoy
controlling others, but he was no sadist. Something was
going on here that he did not understand, and he would
not do another thing to her until he figured it out.
Sitting down on the bed he pulled the crying girl's
head into his lap and stroked her sweat soaked hair away
from her face. Ignoring the feeling of overwhelming lust
crashing through his body, he softly whispered words of
comfort to the softly sobbing girl. "Hush little one, it's
alright. No one is going to hurt you. I'm here for you, and
I won't let anyone harm you." Unconsciously he was
mimicking something Kasumi had said to a young Nabiki
many years ago. Suddenly a wave of pain washed through
his mind and a voice thundered in his head.
{What the hell are you doing!?}
Regent recoiled in shock as Nendex vocalized his
displeasure with Nabiki's actions. He laid a restraining
arm on the larger demons shoulder, in an effort to calm
him down. His efforts failed. Enraged by his toy's
spoiling of a perfect scenario he had lost the thin veneer of
civilization he usually wore. His full demonic nature had
manifested, and he had no thought for anything but what
he wanted. He swept his arm back and tossed the slight
demon holding his arm heavily into the corner. Then
having removed that distraction he bent his will to making
Nabiki do what he wanted.
Shampoo could only watch in shock as the man who
had been a moment ago been stroking her head, clutched
his own in pain.
"Get out, get the fuck out of my mind you bastard!"
He screamed.
Shampoo was familiar enough with magic and other
strange things to not immediately suspect insanity, and as
she listened to the raving of her captor she realized that
she was hearing one side of a violent mental battle.
Suddenly he shot to his feet and he directed a glare of
purest hatred at a corner of the room. Shampoo was
amazed to see a powerfully glowing battle aura forming
around him. So, that is how he defeated Ranma, she
thought to herself. There was more to this man than she
had thought. Her eyes widened in shock a few minutes
later when that battle aura suddenly coalesced into a bolt
of energy that lanced at the corner he was glaring at, and
disappeared. This was not what shocked Shampoo, for
she was no stranger to Ki attacks. It was the words he
screamed out as he did so that shook her to her very core.
Nabiki was fighting a battle for his soul, and was not
doing well. Never before had he been in a position where
he had to use his well honed brain in this manner. All he
knew was that something was trying to control him, and
that no one controlled Nabiki Tendo! No One!!
Unschooled in mental combat he fought back with pure
viciousness. He was added by the fact that the instant
nanniichuan gave Nendex only a limited access to his
mind. However, he was a human fighting a demon with
centuries of experience at this form of combat, the
outcome could not be in doubt.
Unable to see his enemy he lashed out blindly,
without direction. Bolts of mental energy slammed into
his mind, racking him with pain. Images of him doing
things to Shampoo filled his thoughts. Beating her,
raping her. Degrading her in every way imaginable.
{If only you would do these things the pain would
stop,} a voice whispered in his mind.
Nabiki had thought he had a handle on the twisted
dreams of the human race, but some of the images filled
him with disgust...and others to his intense shame filled
him with lust.
Finally his aversion to chaotic unfocused activity
manifested and he started to struggle to pin point the
source of the attacks. Blanking out all external thoughts
he stopped trying to fight the attacks on his mind. Instead
he allowed himself to sink into them. Images swirled
around him. He felt his body react, but he ignored the
physical sensation and concentrated all his energy on
mentally delving into his mind looking for the door
through which this attack was coming. Deeper and
deeper he reached into the corridors of his mind,
searching.
He experienced resistance and he pushed, to no
avail. Enraged he pushed harder, straining against the
resistance, finally he felt a touch of give, and encouraged
he reached deep into himself and shoved again. He felt a
burning sensation running through his veins. He barely
kept from screaming at the intense pain, but it was
accompanied by a burst of strength, and instead of
flinching back from it he embraced it. Even as his body
screamed in torment he exulted in finally having the
power to fight his foe. He shoved, and the resistance
faded, until with an almost mental snap it disappeared.
His victory was not without cost. Once through the
barrier the intense concentration he had been using faded,
and he was racked by intense pain. Jolting to his feet he
suppressed a scream. His eyes jolted open, and he
saw...There was a swirling disk floating in the air in one
corner of his room. A leprous grey in color, it was
slightly translucent and Nabiki could see a shape on the
other side of it. He knew it had to be the thing that had
attacked him, had tried to control him. Pain forgotten,
acting purely on instinct, he drew on the energy he had
found and used to break the barrier in his mind.
Wrapping it around his body, he focused his hatred at
being manipulated at the thing in the corner. Unaware of
anything but that grey disk, he would have been surprised
to have known he was manifesting an aura as powerful as
any that Akane had ever produced.
He screamed his defiance at the thing in the corner.
"No one fuck's with Nabiki Tendo you bastard! No one
tells this girl what to do! SO_ YOU_ CAN_ GO_ TO_
HELL!!!" And with that last scream of rage he launched
all the hatred in him at the dirty gray disk. A second later
he fell to the floor, unconscious.
Regent was amazed to see Nendex stagger
backwards from the force of the Tendo girl's assault. The
screen showing her image faded and the picture was
replaced by static.
Holding his side in pain the incensed demon yelled.
"No you don't bitch! You don't get away that easy!"
Regent cowered back from the enraged demon.
Smaller demons soon learned to lie low when there larger
brothers were in this state. He watched as Nendex drew in
energy and began to glow with a phosphorescent light. He
raised his hands and began the spell to reopen the viewing
portal.
Then all hell broke loose.
Nendex and Regent had been too caught up in their
own little drama to pay any attention to their fellows.
Now, however, the screaming of tortured ether filled the
room drawing even the enraged Nendex's attention. They
both looked over at Extefan and Ergan. Just in time to see
a pillar of golden light slash in to their room from the still
active section of the viewing sphere. It channeled straight
into the two larger demons and for a second every orifice
in their body belched golden fire. Then they exploded in a
cloud of dust.
The shockwave threw Regent and Nendex across the
room stunning them. The viewing portal flickered for a
second and then with no conscious minds left to maintain
it, went dark. As Regant lay unconscious on the floor, a
small decorative box, cracked by the impact of his body
began to glow.
The effect of that blast were felt as far away as the
Nekohanten.
Ryouga had reached the final bit of his detailed
description of his victory over Ranma. He had been
talking for the last hour, and had quenched his thirst
repeatedly from a bottle of fruit juice. As well he had
slowly worked his way through all the prepared food in
the fridge. He had not eaten for a day and a half, and was
making up for lost time.
Mousse had spent the whole hour huddled on the
floor with his fingers in his ears, repeating over and over.
"Not listening, not listening..." Ryouga had merely smiled
and spoken louder.
Now a faint look of surprise crossed his face, and
was quickly replaced by a look of total horror. Reaching
down, he picked up Mousse by the collar of his robe and
screamed in his face. "I RAPED RANMA!! My god I
had sex with Ranma."
Mousse had been driven past his limit, he'd had
about enough. For the first time in an hour his mind was
free of the disturbing images of him doing things to Onna-
Ranma. Now he wrenched free of Ryouga's grasp and
yelled back at the lost boy. "Yes, yes, yes, you raped
Ranma! Yes you fucked her!! You have been saying that
over and over for the last hour, and I am fucking tired of
it!! So why don't you get the fuck out of here you pervert,
before I throw you out!?"
Ryouga was not listening, his face had gone slightly
pale. "O my god, I had sex with Ranma," he repeated in a
tone of disbelief. Suddenly he clapped a hand to his mouth
and dashed over to the kitchen sink.
Mousse looked on in disgust, "I'm...am...not,
cleaning that up."
Shampoo was in a state of total shock. The man who
had conquered her, and who touch brought her pleasure
beyond compare was Nabiki! Her emotions were a
maelstrom of confusion. Amazon law was clear on this
matter. If an Amazon was defeated by an outsider
woman, she must give the kiss of death, and kill without
delay. However, the kisses Shampoo wanted to give
Nabiki had nothing to do with death. Despite the
revelation of her captors true identity, her body still
tingled with remembered pleasure. Even now as she
remembered submitting to Nabiki's commands she did not
feel as she should. Instead of a hot rage, the memories
caused hot flashes. Merely remembering submitting
herself was enough to send little flashes of pleasure
through her.
More than that Shampoo recognized a battle when
she saw one. Nabiki had fought something. Something
that had attempted to take over her mind, something that
may have made her tie Shampoo up. So Nabiki had not
been responsible for her...his actions. How had Nabiki
done that anyway? The answer came as quick as the
question. Instant Nanniichuan, it had to be. She felt a
sense of relief. There was no need to kill Nabiki.
Having justified her desire to not do so, Shampoo's mind
switched to other things.
She was still bound. Flexing her shoulders she
tested the strength of the binding on her arms. She
quickly determined that there was little hope of breaking
whatever was holding her arms. Turning her attention to
her legs she once again flexed her muscles. This time she
felt something give. Pausing she took several deep
breaths, and focused, visualizing what she was about to
do. Then with a scream of release, she used every bit of
power in her legs. Thighs that could crack coconuts
flexed powerfully, and the cheap clasp clips holding her
legs in position bent and then broke with a >sprung< of
fracturing metal. Straightening her legs she twisted off
the bed and to her feet on the floor. She moved over to
the unconscious Nabiki and smoothly knelt by his side.
Leaning forward she placed her head on his chest and
listened with satisfaction to the strong heart beat. Sitting
back on her heels she contemplated the handsome boy in
front of her.
Back in the Amazon village, the maiden warriors
would relieve the stress of unrequited passion with each
other. Even if an Amazon was interested solely in males,
they denied the feeling. Males were for one thing only,
the continuation of the blood lines. With all the certainty
of the young, they were invincible in there bigotry. They
felt nothing but contempt for the older girls who allowed
inferior males to supposable defeat them in combat. They
were all sure that they would never submit themselves to
the animal lusts of mere males, unless of course he was
worthy. But then, over time many would grow dissatisfied
with each other and want more. They would discover that
they could be conquered by other things then skill in
combat. Just like those girls Shampoo had been
conquered by something other than brute strength.
The battle in Shampoo's mind seesawed bach and
forth. While any thoughts to do with fighting or fleeing
Nabiki were just that, cold thoughts, a weighing of her
options with all the calculation of the trained warrior she
was. Thoughts that lingered for more than an instant on
submitting to the situation however, brought a flash of
pleasure. Back and forth in her mind the battle went,
until at last she reached her decision. Having made up
her mind she ceased to worry and sat patiently waiting for
Nabiki to waken.
I would like to thank all the people who encouraged me to write this, and
gave me help.
I especially would like to thank Wade A. Tritschler. With out his help I
would
never have managed to make this a readable as it is.
You can find Wade's stories at <http://www.mala.bc.ca/~tritscwa>
He has not done any Lemons yet. But anyone who does a story with Shampoo
and Akane as lovers can not be far from the edge.