Have a chat with Ranma

Once Ranma recovered from her orgasm, Daisuke pulled the gag off the redhead to explain the situation. She gasped for air, her chest heaving with exertion as she glared daggers at him. "You little shits—" she began before Hiroshi shoved the dildo deeper, making her back arch involuntarily. Daisuke smirked, holding up his phone, screen glowing with the video of her writhing in pleasure. "You really don’t want this getting out, do you?" he purred. Ranma’s anger faltered, replaced by dawning horror—her reputation, her pride, everything was on the line.

"Listen Ranma.....your grandpa Happosai and dad Genma owes a lot of money to a local loan shark.....and they cant pay it back ...they agreed to.....loan you to them as collateral for month......and they asked us to help 'train' you so you behave......we were shocked when they asked us .....but before we agreed they already had to tied up and delivered to us," Hiroshi said.

"Fuck you.....and them...... why would they .....they know im a guy .....they know i ......nnnghhhh...." Ranma gasped as Hiroshi twisted the vibrator's setting higher, her thighs clamping together instinctively as another wave of pleasure threatened to overwhelm her. Daisuke crouched beside her, running a finger along the damp curve of her inner thigh. "Doesn't matter what you *were*," he murmured. "Right now? You're the hottest girl in school—and your family needs you to cooperate." Her stomach twisted at the words, humiliation and betrayal warring with the persistent, unwanted heat pooling between her legs.

"And they thought two nerds like you will just turn me into a slut?" Ranma spat, straining against her bonds, her breath hitching as the toy pulsed harder inside her.

"They said they thought about putting you up in a brothel," Daisuke said casually, watching the way Ranma's eyes widened at the implication, her flush deepening. "But we figured we'd be... **** trainers." He said.....

"And what makes you losers think i wont just break you two in half for touching me!" Ranma snarled, bucking her hips violently in a futile attempt to dislodge the vibrator—only to whimper as the motion drove it deeper, the tip nudging a spot that sent sparks up her spine. The boys gasped at how Ranma's body jiggled sexily when she attempted break free and the fact that Ranma was trying to resist while her body was reacting differently against her will. "Happosai taught us a weakness pressure point....so you wont be able to hurt us until we take it off ......"

"We don't want to **** you to do anything.....but well give you all day to think about it," said Hiroshi as he set the timer on the vibrator lodged inside Ranma's pussy to pulse every few minutes—just enough to keep her teetering on the edge and then on full power immediately right after the gentle pulses......"well be back in an hour" Daisuke added as the boys stood up and walked away......Ranma struggled against her restraints and tried to use her ki to escape.....but every time she attempted to focus, the sudden jolts of pleasure **** her back.....she groaned as the toy pulsed gently inside her, followed by a brief pause—then suddenly ramped up full blast, making her toes curl and her bound legs shake.

Ranma's breath came in ragged gasps as the cycle repeated—each gentle tease followed by relentless vibration that left her slick thighs trembling. She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, refusing to give the boys the satisfaction of hearing her moan again, but her body betrayed her with every involuntary jerk of her hips. The pressure point they'd mentioned must have been real—she couldn't summon even a fraction of her usual strength, leaving her helpless against both the restraints and the relentless **** on her senses.