The Japanese Nanniichuan, part 2

(from part 1)

“Um ... yes?” Ranma suggested hopefully. She winced as all of the eyes staring at her suddenly became much harder.

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Akane shook his head disdainfully. “Consequences, Ranma. There are going to be a couple of them. First of all, we're going to put a guard over the spring in the middle of our locker room. Both to make sure no one falls in by accident, and to make sure you can't get to it. If you try to get past us even once, we'll do everything in our power to drain the spring so that you never get the cure. Understood? If you want it, you need to find a way to get Nyanniichuan water shipped here first. Enough to cure every one of us girls. Once we're cured, then we'll let you have your cure.”

The look on Akane's face, and all of the others, was so frightening that Ranma could only nod her head. While trying to think of how to get in touch with the Jusenkyo guide, and pay the huge costs involved. And if she found a way, maybe get a cask of Nanniichuan from Jusenkyo thrown in as well, just in case her classmates here were still angry.

“That's the first consequence. Here's the second. Because of your total thoughtlessness and carelessness, we're all cursed now to be boys. Well, we think you should enjoy the fruits of your labor. So, Ranma, we're going to help you learn just what it is that boys like to do with girls.”

Ranma's eyes circled around her, staring at all the cocks pointed in her direction. She fought back a whimper. “That's okay. You don't haveta go to the trouble,” she tried.

“Oh, no trouble at all,” Sayuri said sweetly. He and another student stepped forward, took hold of Ranma's tank top, and tore it off of her body. Another pair of girls did the same to her boxer shorts.

“Come on girls,” Ranma pleaded timidly, “enough joking around.”

“You forget, we're not girls right now,” Akane pointed out. By group consent he was to have first crack at his fiancée. He climbed up onto the table between Ranma's legs.

“Akane ...” Ranma tried to buy time while tensing the muscles in her arms and legs, seeking leverage. As she feared, there was so little that it was going to take a lengthy effort to break free, and many eyes would be watching as she tried. She continued speaking, hoping to delay what was happening. “Don't you think this is, y'know, backward?”

“Yes, Ranma, I do know,” Akane assured her. “And you know what? It's your fault!”

With that the muscular boy leaned down, his large cock falling with a heavy thwack upon the red furred mound. Drawing back, he slid the head up and down along the girl's labia, spreading the lips and coating it with slickness. Then he positioned it at the opening, all too familiar with the exact location he sought.

Extremely worried now, Ranma burst out, “You don't wanna do this!”

“Yeah, actually, I do,” Akane replied. Then he thrust forward.

Ranma's screech echoed around the gym. She'd had no idea the pain would be so sharp and intense when her maidenhead was torn away. This was followed by an immediate and terribly wrong sensation of fullness.

“H-Hang on!” she begged. “Slow down!”

“Sure,” Akane grunted. “Why not?”

So saying, he halted his forward progress. He then resumed, pushing forward slowly. The hefty staff between his legs to which he'd been so recently introduced slid further in to the wonderful tightness, one little bit at a time. The feeling was indescribable, and fantastic to a mind blowing degree. At length he bottomed out, and paused to take some deep breaths.

Dimly Akane wondered what had possessed him. Aside, of course, from an incredible fury and compulsion to punish Ranma. Did boys need to constantly deal with this intense drive, this need to use their pricks and empty their balls? Perhaps he had been too hasty in calling them perverts when he was a girl. While still expecting them to be able to control themselves, he had to admit that the urge to overpower this little girl underneath him was immensely strong, and that controlling this urge would be a task even in the absence of the anger currently driving him.

Akane proceeded to fuck the little red-haired tart, gradually moving faster and faster, pumping himself in and out forcefully. Ranma whined and whimpered at first, squirming as if trying hopelessly to escape. But soon she was bucking her own hips up to match Akane's rhythm, panting and moaning like a bitch in heat. Several minutes after beginning, a whispered “harder” escaped Ranma's lips.

This proved too much for Akane, who slammed his hips forward one last time and held that position. Surges traveled along his cock as multiple blasts of thick cum slammed into the end of Ranma's cunt and squeezed around to occupy the nonexistent space between the walls of that cunt and the massive organ which filled it.

When he was sure that every drop available had been dumped inside Ranma, Akane slowly withdrew, his semi-erect manhood flopping down against the table as it pulled free. He climbed off to stand at the end, pausing a moment to make sure his legs would hold him. Then he stepped back and with a grin announced, “Next?”

Ranma's closed eyes fluttered open. “Wait. What?” came hoarsely out of her mouth.

Yuka shoved several other newly made males aside to stand at the base of the table, staring into Ranma's no longer virginal opening, still spread open and with white cream already leaking out. He wasted no time climbing up and positioning his own large tool at that opening.

“Hang on. Let's talk ... aaah!”

Yuka plunged forward, spearing Ranma fully in one thrust. He paused for a moment to enjoy this utterly new sensation, finally divining why Hiroshi was never satisfied no matter how often she let him do this to her back when she was a girl. And also cursing Hiroshi for not knowing how to use his own dick well enough to make it feel just as good for her girl parts. Now Yuka proceeded to demonstrate how it should be done, screwing Ranma's brains right out of her pretty head, leaving her drowning in bliss.

A few minutes later when Yuka tensed up and gave Ranma another injection of man cream, the redhead returned to awareness only to realize that she had again lost focus, relaxing into the pleasurable sensations and failing to work on gaining leverage to break her bonds. She tried to tense the appropriate muscles, only to groan at the sight of Sayuri climbing onto the table. A Sayuri with a flat six pack and a chiseled, handsome face, with a dick swinging underneath him that might make a horse green with envy. “Keep that thing away from me,” Ranma begged without much hope.

Indeed, Sayuri only offered her a tight smile before lining himself up. There was no sudden thrust this time. The thick head pried Ranma's labia open, then expanded her still tight hole. Pressing forward, Sayuri slowly worked it inside the girl, one small shove at a time. Ranma groaned loudly the entire way, until it was finally buried as deep as it would go. Then the fucking truly began.

“Holy ... shit!” Ranma grunted. “You're ... turning me ... inside out!”

“Nah, but this is better than I thought it'd be,” the new boy told her. “And I'm gonna kick Daisuke's ass the next time I see him. Of course, he does have the disadvantage of not being hung anywhere near as well as I am now. What I'd really like is to give him the same curse as you, and then do this with him-her.”

“Be my guest to ... go figure out a way,” Ranma suggested between pants.

“First things first,” Sayuri said, trying to speed up without much success. He did manage to pump more forcefully, while leaning back to observe how Ranma's cunt lips were stretched thin around his organ. Somehow the sight sent him over the edge, and with a couple of more thrusts he made a large contribution toward the effort of filling Ranma's womb.

The gang bang continued, with Ranma's protests becoming weaker and weaker. Most of the one time girls screwed their new dicks in Ranma's pussy, but a few experimented with other approaches. They didn't quite dare at first to loosen the bindings to get to her ass, but some did choose to use her mouth for their pleasure, firing their copious quantities of seed down her throat. A couple mashed her tits around their dicks and humped her like that, over her renewed complaints, and ended by covering her face thoroughly with sticky goo.

After everyone had a turn and they were well into the second round, a discussion among the watchers concluded that Ranma was now too out of it to offer much resistance. They loosened the ropes on her feet, pulled her legs back up along her body, and tied them in place. This lifted her ass above the table top.

Despite the long crusade against perversion, it was Akane who introduced Ranma to the latest technique. He scooped up the combined fluids leaking out of the girl and smeared them over both her asshole and his cock. Pressing the head against the rear opening, he pushed forward and popped inside.

Ranma's eyes jerked open, though unable to see much through the film of spunk covering them. “W-Wait!” she sputtered, “Wrong hole!”

Akane paused for a moment, gazing down. “It looks to me like the one I was aiming for,” he announced. Then he pressed forward again, sinking half of his length inside.

“Arrrrgggh!” was the only response this got.

As he pushed himself in the rest of the way, Akane leaned forward. He whispered, “I hope you're enjoying the consequences of your efforts today. I know I am.”

Ranma hadn't realized, or imagined, that it could feel good to have something in herself back there. Yet it did. And at the same time it was just oh so wrong! But the waves of pleasure were washing over her again, and she felt herself once more sinking into the half aware daze, building up toward still another orgasm.

Akane had to hold back from plunging in too hard, worried that he might hurt the girl despite her martial arts toughness. With a loud groan and one last shove forward he hissed, “Here you go! Take it, slut!”

“Oh, fuck!” Ranma screamed, the climax blasting through her like a lightning bolt as she felt her bowels filled. She was still trembling as the large tool was withdrawn, leaving her feeling very empty. Not really aware of what she was saying, she asked, “More?”

And they gave her more. One girl-turned-boy after another. Several plowed her ass as Akane had. Others dumped second and third loads of cum in her overflowing cunt. A couple of more used her mouth or tits, adding still more layers of jism to her face, or additional helpings in her stomach.

Much time passed, but eventually all the boys were sitting, leaning, or barely standing around the table, their dicks finally hanging limply and their balls drained. Ranma lay upon the table, still tied in place — a complete mess. A puddle of cum was between her legs, with more pumping out of both her twat and ass in small quantities with each breath she took. Semen was matted in her pubic hair and streaked across her thighs, smeared in a film over her tits, and absolutely coated her face with her tongue occasionally pushing small amounts out of her mouth from between her lips. The hair atop her head was nearly as matted with the stuff as the hair above her slit.

The boys untied Ranma, but left her on the table. Akane leaned close and said, “I suggest you go clean up with some hot water, but don't think of coming near our locker room. Remember what we said. You want your cure, first you need to arrange for our cure. Don't try to get in before then, or you'll regret it. Even if we have to destroy the spring.”

“C'mon guys,” he said to the rest. “Let's go find some hot water in our locker room. It's time we got back to what we should be.” With that they departed the gym, leaving Ranma behind, lying on the table and trying to regain coherent thought.

There was a consequence of their own actions which they had not foreseen. As Ranma lay there, twinges of pleasure still echoing throughout her body, one thought occurred to her. There really wasn't any reason to be too hasty about getting a cure, for either them or her, now was there?