Kodachi's Comeuppance

Picture of Kodachi victimized with her own tools

Kodachi's face and hair doesn't look much like her in this picture, at least to me. Nonetheless, it's a fitting thing to have happen to her, I think. I imagine it happening something like this.

"How dare that red-haired tart defeat me, the Black Rose! I swear that I shall have my revenge! Then my darling Ranma-sama shall be mine at last. Oho ho ho ho ho ho ho ..."

Kodachi slammed the door of the gymnasium open and marched out into the night. The match had ended long since, and there were few people around. She herself should have left long ago, but the teenage gymnast had found it necessary to work out her frustrations by using her ribbons to tear the gymnasium equipment apart. A task upon which she had cheerfully spent hours.

A movement nearby brought her ribbon up in a snap, and she lashed the girl who had the temerity to approach her on this dark path, so soon after her defeat. The girl gave a cry of pain, and fell to her knees.

"Please, Kuno-sama," she said through her tears. "I only wished to tell you how horribly I thought that other girl behaved, and that I truly believe you should have won the match. I ... I even brought you these roses in the hope they would cheer you up. I know that they're not, um, the color you prefer, but I couldn't get them in black, and I thought ..." She trailed off, and held up a bouquet of flowers in one hand.

Kodachi snorted her contempt, but smiled nonetheless. It seemed this peasant was somewhat perspicacious after all, at least regarding the relative skills of herself and her late opponent. She cast a critical eye upon the flowers. They could hardly be worth her notice, but perhaps some small gesture was warranted, as from a noble to a well-meaning if ignorant subject. Besides, in the darkness they looked as black as her own favored flowers, and she could toss them in some convenient receptacle after leaving the area.

"Very well," Kodachi allowed. "You may present your gift. Remain on your knees."

The girl held the flowers higher, and Kodachi reached for them. As her fingers touched the stems, there was a small puff of air in her face. The gymnast reared back, startled. It couldn't be ...!

But it could. She felt her muscles relax, and she slumped to the ground unmoving.

The other girl now stood, sneering. Three other girls emerged from the darkness to join her.

The first girl laughed and said, "Remember us? We're the Furinkan High gymnastics team. The ones you ambushed `in all fairness' before the match. Well those roses are black, though I admit it's a bit hard to tell in the dark. In fact, they're the roses you tried to ambush our champion with before the match. And now, as you might guess, it's time for a little revenge."

Kodachi snarled internally, but there was nothing she could do. The girls lifted her and carried her back into the gymnasium, and from there to her dressing room. Then they started undressing her.

Kodachi's eyes widened. What were these, these perverts, planning to do to her? She tried to shudder as her silk panties came off past her ankles, but even that movement was denied her.

"And now ...," one of the girls sang. She touched a finger to her chin. "I believe we'll start with the ribbon."

With that the female demons bound her arms and legs. Not content to simply tie her limbs together, they ran the ribbon around the bench legs in the room, which were bolted to the floor. The young Kuno daughter grimaced inside at the realization she would be unable to free herself from this bondage. That she would have to wait either for her captors to release her, or for someone else to arrive and rescue her. Kodachi was unsure which scenario would be more humiliating.

It quickly grew much worse. The monsters used one of her stiffened ribbons to whip her, bringing a cascade of tears to her eyes, which slid down her cheeks to the floor, leaving tracks behind. They then slowly stuffed clubs into both of her nether openings, stretching her with a tearing pain that would have forced a scream from her lips if only she could speak. Kodachi found herself praying, for the first time in years, begging the Christian god for it to be an ordinary club and not one of her trick clubs. Then she experienced fresh agony, as the clubs were pushed up and down within her passage.

Except it didn't remain agonizing. Uncomfortable in the extreme, yes, but the discomfort was joined by other sensations. Sensations she could not repress. Kodachi felt bottomless humiliation as she learned that her body could still shudder in the throes of a climax, and beheld the tight grins on her tormenters' faces as they observed this fact for themselves. Nor were they satisfied with that, as they forced the poor gymnast to no fewer than three additional wrenching orgasms.

Standing over their dazed victim, one girl declared, "I do hope you'll remember this lesson, Kodachi-chan. Because we'll be only too happy to teach it to you again, if you should forget. And don't worry about having to stay tied up like that all night." She smiled malevolently, watching the clubs twitch where they'd been left in place, as movement slowly returned. "After we get home, we'll call up all your team members, and tell them where you are. I'm sure they'll me happy to let you loose ... after they get done laughing themselves sick."

The giggling girls turned and left the room. Kodachi watched them go in horror, then closed her eyes and moaned at the feeling of fullness, while wishing desperately that the floor beneath her back would open up and swallow her.