Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Chained World: The Fall of the House of Kuno ❯ Lessons in Pleasure ( Chapter 20 )

This was originally published by me under the name Anduril at Anime Addventures, with the only changes being a few corrections in spelling, punctuation and the occasional word choice. If you like the beginning of my story but think I've gone off the rails, or have your own ideas for a great branch-off, or think I'm taking too long to update and want to continue the story yourself, come to Anime Addventures and join in the fun!

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A nervous Ranma stood by the dining room table beside an equally nervous Usagi, waiting for Kuno to arrive. “I can't believe you won that fight with the clothiers,” Usagi muttered, glancing again in trepidation at Ranma's red silk blouse and black knee-length split skirt-pants with front and back panels.

“What were they gonna do, force me ta wear the kimono?” Ranma asked with a slightly forced smirk. “Not happenin'. Given a choice between makin' this fer me or havin' me parade through the halls naked, what do ya think they were gonna do?”

“But ... but what if Tatewaki-dono doesn't like it?” Usagi wailed. “He's gonna — going to — expect you to be wearing a kimono! What if he thinks it's my fault?!”

Ah, that'sher problem, Ranma thought. “Look, Usagi, ya were assigned ta be my servant, right?” Usagi nodded. “An' that means ya follow my orders, right?” Usagi nodded again. “Fine, then,” Ranma finished. “This's my decision, not yours, an' I'm a Martial Artist. An' that means until Kuno orders otherwise I wear clothes I can fight in.”

Usagi just shook her head, obviously unconvinced, then the two girls stiffened at the sound of someone entering the suite. “Usagi ... Ranko?” Ranma heard the long familiar and detested voice call out.

“In here, Tate-dono!” the younger blonde called out, and a moment later Kuno appeared in the doorway from the sitting room. “I know you usually bathe first but you're late and I thought you must be starved so I thought maybe the meal first tonight ...” Usagi babbled, then trailed off as it became obvious that the two girls' master wasn't listening to her.

Instead, his eyes were fixed on Ranma. Bathed, her hair undone from its usual pigtail and washed and brushed until it shone, with light makeup applied by Usagi, Ranma was stunningly beautiful and she suppressed a wince at the naked need she saw in the eyes pinned to her. Come on, kiddo, this is what ya expected when ya came up with this plan in the first place, she admonished herself. Taking a deep breath, she bowed low. “Kono-dono,” she said in a steady (if strained) voice, “what do you desire of your new slave?”

At the sound of Ranma's voice, Kuno stiffened. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. As he exhaled his eyes opened, the need muted from a roaring fire to embers. “What was that, Usagi?” he asked, then added with a slight smile, “Somewhat slower this time, please.” The maid repeated herself, and Kuno nodded, motioning the two girls toward the table. “You are right, little one, dinner first, then my bath.”

Usagi blushed faintly and hastened to pull out his chair from the table, and Kuno frowned. “Did not Pyo-san explain your new duties?” he asked.

Usagi's blush deepened. “Oh, right!” she exclaimed, and hastened to beat Ranma to her seat and pulled it out for her. As Kuno seated himself, the maid hastened over to hit the alert by the dumbwaiter and in less than a minute was serving the first course.

 

Ranma pushed her meal about her plate, then slowly took another bite, carefully keeping her gaze on her meal rather than the man sitting across the table from her. The food was truly excellent, almost as good as Kasumi's best, but her normal bottomless pit had vanished and she'd had to force herself to take what few bites she'd managed.

“My Lady,” came Kuno's voice.

Ranma took a deep breath and looked up. “Yes, Kuno-dono?” she asked tonelessly.

The tall, black-haired man winced. “Please, in private call me Tatewaki,” he requested gently.

“As my master commands ... Tatewaki,” she replied in the same toneless voice.

Kuno stiffened. For a long moment he stared at her, then nodded at her plate. “Is the dinner not to your liking?” he asked.

Ranma shrugged. “It's fine,” she said. “I'm just not hungry tonight.”

After a moment, Kuno said, “Very well. If you are hungry later, simply use the speaker by the dumbwaiter. There is staff on hand in the kitchen at all times to provide whatever you wish.

“But now, it is time for my bath, and for you to change for the night,” he continued. He rose to his feet, then, when Usagi moved away from where she'd been standing by the wall, nodded to a suddenly wide-eyed Ranma frozen in her seat. “Usagi, please see to your mistress,” he ordered. Her face fell, and he grinned slightly. “I know how much you enjoy helping me with my baths, but there will be other nights. Tonight, your mistress needs you.”

Usagi followed his gaze, looking at Ranma in confusion, then dawning comprehension. “Of course, Tate-dono,” she said. As Kuno strode from the dining room she hastened over to the other girl and gently shook her shoulder. “Come on, while he's bathing let's get you ready,” she quietly said.

 

A stiff, pale Ranma, hands clenched into fists, stared at the almost ethereal beauty dressed only in a translucent green sleeveless teddy. The neckline, if it could be called that, plunged to her waist, and the sides were high-cut, leaving her ass cheeks bare.

Beside her, a by now somewhat concerned Usagi looked her over. “Ranko-dono, you're beautiful,” she said. When Ranma failed to respond, she reached out and placed her hand on the redhead's shoulder. “Listen, this won't be like what Ranma did to you, you'll see,” Usagi assured her mistress. “It'll be so different, it'll be like your first time. Makoto said she couldn't imagine a better first time, and that was a couple years ago, when Tatewaki-dono was only seventeen. He's surely gotten even better since.”

Ranma gave the younger girl a forced smile, slowly unclenching her fists. Yeah, right ... “A' course, yer right,” she said brightly, then slipped her arms through the sleeves of the robe Usagi held up for her.

The two girls turned at the soft sound of approaching footsteps on the hardwood floor, to find a robed Kuno standing behind them, bright eyes fixed on the petite redhead, her robe hanging open, revealing the gauzy teddy. Kuno's robe quickly tented at his groin.

“Usagi, I believe we will not need your services for the rest of the night,” Kuno said in a tight voice without looking at the maid. Usagi glanced between the other two, smiled encouragingly at Ranma, then bowed to the two and quickly left.

As the sound of Usagi's footsteps came from the sitting room, then the corridor leading to her room and the small dojo, the two left behind simply stood and gazed at each other. Finally, Kuno stepped forward and laid a hand on Ranma's shoulder. “Come, my love,” he murmured, gently pulling her toward the large bed in the center of the room.

Ranma stiffly walked as directed, stopping by the bed and waiting. Kuno slowly slid the robe off her shoulders and it slid down her arms to pool about her feet. The tall kendoist sat on the bed, then turned Ranma around and pulled her down to sit on his lap, her legs straddling his.

Ranma gasped at the feel of Kuno's cloth-covered erection pressing against her bare ass, her eyes squeezing shut. The old protest — I'm a guy, dammit! — echoed through her mind and the years-old hate and contempt for the man holding her rose, demanding she push him away, attack, give him the beating of a lifetime.... She froze as she felt the need brought up short, her muscles locked as the newly implanted imperative slammed into her. For a brief second she braced herself to throw herself against the bindings in her mind, then forced herself to stop, to relax muscle by muscle. Ya promised, she berated herself. Until Kuno moves against the Tendos, you'll be a good slave — ya gave yer word, and ya knew this was comin' when ya did, so do it!

Opening her eyes, Ranma realized she'd spent minutes fighting for control, and the arms around her waist holding her in place hadn't moved. “Master?” Then, remembering his “request” at dinner, “Sorry —Tatewaki?”

For a long moment there was no response, then his hands slipped from around her waist up to her shoulders, and Ranma stiffened, sucking in a breath, as they slid the shoulders of the teddy off and down her arms, baring her full breasts. She braced herself as her arms were pulled out of the arm openings one at a time, leaving the teddy's fabric bunched around her hips, but then Kuno's arms returned to her now bare waist.

For a time silence reigned, until Ranma again relaxed. Finally, Kuno spoke. “I can only imagine what horrors that monster inflicted on you,” he whispered softly. “What perversions he forced on you, what depravities you were compelled to take part in. You have my oath, I will ask nothing of you but the natural dance of a man and a woman. You may find this difficult at first, I can understand how that would be after what you have experienced. But in time you will recover your delight in these oldest and greatest of pleasures, this I swear!”

I ... he ... what?! He thinks I was raped— Ranma's skittering thoughts broke off as Kuno's hands again rose, sliding along her abdomen, tracing the hard muscles left by her training regimen. They continued their journey up along her torso, quickly running along the underside of her fulsome orbs, fingers tracing up and along where the soft mounds merged with her chest, around, down the valley between them, and Ranma froze, gasping as Kuno's hands cupped them, forefingers stroking across her nipples. The gentle stimulation sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her, familiar from her own occasional secret explorations of the body the curse had given her, taken on the few opportunities she'd had for true, secure privacy. But this was pleasure being given by another's hands, another man's, Kuno's, erratic, unpredictable....

She could sense the revulsion she would have normally been feeling, the disgust at the thought of another man's hands on her, the feelings that had powered the nightmare she'd had after Kuno's first declaration of love, but they were distant, untouchable, as if a sheet of plexiglass had slid between that part of her psyche and her core self.

She realized that Kuno had said something, and she had no idea what. “I'm ... ahh! ... I'm sorry ... Tatewaki ... what did you s-say?” she managed to ask.

“I said, `Why weren't you wearing a kimono at dinner'?” he asked again, and she could swear she'd heard a smile in the words.

If so, that smile vanished at her next words. “Tate — n-no ... ahhh! ... Master! M-Master, am I still a ... ohhh ... a Martial A-Artist, not j-j-just a bedwarmer?”

The hands on her breast stopped in place. “Of course you are! Even more than your beauty, it was your passion-driven skill that first attracted me to you. How could I ask the flower of my soul to give up the very petals through which her glory is revealed?” Kuno asked.

“Then I will wear clothes that allow me to fight,” Ranma returned.

“I see ...” Kuno said thoughtfully, even as his hands returned to their labor, and Ranma almost didn't catch his next words through the distraction of her again rising pleasure: “I had not considered that — I have done you a disservice. But enough of that for now.”

One hand dropped, to slide its fingers underneath the fabric pooled about her hips, down between her parted legs. Ranma's back arched and she hissed as a finger ran across her clit, then down through her folds, pealing the crotch of the teddie, soaked with her juices, away from her mound. “Ah, I think ...” The smile was back in the tone of Kuno's whispered voice, and a finger slipped up inside her wet tunnel. “Yes, I'd say you're ready.

Reeaaddyy? The thought ran through Ranma's pleasure-befuddled mind even as her hips tried to buck. Then Kuno pulled his finger out, his other hand dropping, and the befuddlement was blown away by shock as he lifted the petite redhead from his lap and swung her around to lay her down on the bed. I ... what was I doing? What was I thinking? I ... I'm a man ...

Even as that thought raced through Ranma's mind, Kuno slid her teddie down along her legs and over her feet and tossed it aside, then stood erect and shrugged off his robe, letting it fall to the floor, showing that it had been his only garment. Ranma stared at the rampant erection now on display, of a size with the tall man's body, and the blood drained from her face, causing the room to whirl and tilt for a moment. I'm ... I'm small, and he's ... how is that going to fit?! The feelings sealed away surged, and the redhead felt as if her mind shivered from their impact on the barrier holding them back. No! If that fails, I'll ... I'll have to face this alone ... Ranma closed her eyes, throwing herself into the fight to strengthen the barrier, hold it in place.

“Yes, that's it, just relax, leave everything to me, forget what has gone before, live only for the now ...” she faintly heard Kuno murmur as he grasped the undersides of her thighs and lifted her legs up and wide. The bed shifted as he sat on it, positioning himself between her legs, and even as she fought back her blocked emotions and attitudes he released his hold on one leg. A moment later Ranma's eyes snapped open as she felt what must be the head of his cock, much thicker than any finger, slowly run along her dripping nether lips, then return to the center of her slit and slowly push its way in.

The hand that had been guiding the erection to its destination returned to its place holding her legs wide open, and Ranma sucked in a deep breath, whimpering slightly as Kuno slowly eased his cock in deeper and deeper, a little at a time, giving her time to adjust to the new sensations, until at last she felt his pubic hair press against her clean-shaven mound, with what felt like a thick rod reaching up to her chest.

“Oh, kami, you're so tight ...” Kuno groaned as he bottomed out, then leaned forward over her, supporting himself by his arms. `R-Ranma ... must not ... have been much ... of a man....”

He didn't just say that! Ranma thought. She started to glare at her master, when he pulled back a bit and gave a gentle thrust, and Ranma's sight went white with pleasure from both the dick rubbing against her vaginal walls stretched to what had to be their limits and Kuno's pelvis pressing against her clit. Ranma's nights with Akane had been clumsy, faltering, two virgins' explorations of each other's bodies based on stories and innuendo (and in Ranma's case some self-exploration of his girl side). As wonderful, and gentle, and sweet as those nights had been, two young people in love connecting as never before, everything this was not, they had not included the sheer pleasure that Kuno, with his years of constant experience, was giving his new slave now. Coherent thought fled as Ranma arched her back, found herself thrusting her hips up to meet Kuno's plunging pelvis, panting, gasping, giving little half-shrieks each time his body pushed against her pleasure button.

Then all the pleasure she felt before was dwarfed as the world exploded, her orgasm ripping through her, driving her under.

When she slowly became aware of the world once again, she found herself lying on top of her master's sweat-slicked body, his hands running along her own sweaty flanks. His cock was still buried up inside her and, from the stretched to bursting feeling, still fully erect. Woozily, she lifted her head slightly and gave it a little shake, then looked at Kuno's face.

Kuno smiled back at her. “Ranko, was that not finer than anything you've ever felt — finer than anything the foul sorcerer ever did to you?”

Yes — yes, it was. “Yes, it was,” she murmured wearily, then gasped as he again began to slowly piston into her, the pleasure again radiating from between her legs to pulse through her.

“And it is but a beginning,” she heard Kuno say with a chuckle. Then, as the edges of the world again began to blur, Ranma seemed to hear him add, “And someday — soon — the divine Akane will be free to join us.”