Punish Ranma for mutiny

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[With this chapter we go into full blown perverted mode, which is why I added a BDSM tag. Other tags will be added as they become pertinent. But I’m not sure just what fetishes might show up. There will be some. How many, and of what sort will depend on feedback. If you have something you really want to see, or not see, let me know.]

Ranma’s entire world had turned upside down. She had never felt anything close to what Nami had done to her. Uptill now pure bliss had been all the ice-cream parfaits she could eat. She'd had no idea that simply being touched in that place could cause such incredible pleasure.

There was a good reason for that, beside her own naivety. What she’d just felt would have been impossible back in the reality she’d come from. The rules of that universe were big on fighting and feuding, not so much on sexual experimentation.

Now, while there were variations of the One Piece reality that closely mimicked the lack of sexual interest in Ranma’s home reality, the one she currently found herself in was not one of them. Certainly this was still a world of piracy, but in this version pirates didn’t just loot and burn, they indulge in a fair bit of rapine along the way. The last thing the male pirates in this world would do with an attractive woman was kill her, at least not until they’d worn her out and grown bored of her.

When Ranma had fallen, accidentally, through the portal, whatever entity that was in charge of it had decided it would be a crying shame to send a gender-bender to a world where sex was almost none-existent. It had picked one of the more perverted variations of the world where Ranma could find the things she most wanted. In the process it had also changed Ranma so her body aligned with the nature of this universe. For the first time in her life Ranma was in a body that had a libido, and the inclination to derive pleasure from intimate contact. It didn’t take effect right away, but wrestling with Nami had jump started Ranma’s increased libido with a vengeance.

On the other hand, Ranma’s mind was still stuck in the same mode as before she transitioned through the portal. It lacked the ability to control her body’s new urges and desires. Not surprising given they were unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. To say it messed up her ability to process information was an understatement. Right now she could only think about how good Nami had just made her feel, and how much she wanted to feel like that again.

Nami’s knee was pressed firmly against Ranma’s cloth covered groin, but not hard enough for Ranma. She lifted her hips and ground herself against Nami as she tried to regain the sensations she had just felt. “Ahhhh, please!” she whimpered as Nami moved her leg, pulling that wonderful pressure away from Ranma’s drooling sex.

“What a slut!” Nami said in a derisive voice. She pinned Ranma’s legs to the deck with her own long shapely limbs and prevented Ranma from doing anything to pleasure herself. “Would you like me to make you feel good again?”

“Yes!” Ranma cried out as she squirmed under Nami. To an outside observer the two girls could have been likened to a golden retriever wrestling with a spaniel, if that observer didn’t have observation haki. If they did, they’d see, or sense, something very different. Something along the lines of an aggressive tea-cup poodle bullying a T-rex.

That disparity in strength was Nami’s greatest advantage. The part of Ranma’s mind that was hardwired for battle did not need Ranma to be rational to realize that she could break the other girl in two like a twig if she was not careful. As a result it held Ranma back. Well, that, and Ranma’s inherent need for someone to be in charge of all aspects of her life not related to combat. In her mind Ranma had assigned Nami the role of person to follow, and like an imprinted baby-bird she was helpless to regard the other girl in any other light than that of the person she had to listen to and obey.

Yet another aspect of Ranma’s personality that had been tweaked by the portal. Before, Ranma had merely been socially maladroite while being raised to follow the instructions of people she perceived as having the right to give them to her. Even if she did bitch and moan about them. Now, without understanding why or what it implied, Ranma was full on sexualy submissive. No matter how much Ranma wanted to pin Nami to the deck and ride her face till she orgasmed, taking control in a sexual situation never even occurred to her currently female mind. Indeed, as silly as Nami’s attempt to restrain her was, the mere fact she was doing it was turning Ranma on. Not that Ranma was self-aware enough to understand why it felt so good to struggle, futilely against Nami. She just knew it did.

“You’re lucky I’m not a pirate!” Nami snapped at Ranma. “You’re so obviously a natural-born **** If I were a pirate I’d have my brand on your ass in an instant. You’d bring a good price in the black market.”

Ranma might have been inclined to object to Nami calling her a natural-born ****, if she hadn’t clenched up tight and experienced a small orgasm at the thought of being branded and claimed as property by the other girl.

“Get up!” Nami ordered as she released Ranma and stood up.

Ranma ignored her and reached down between her legs with her now free hands.

“Stop that!” Nami yelled. She pulled a set of short staves out of the holster tied to her thigh and assembled them into a fighting stave, which she used to smack Ranma upside the head.

“What did you do that for?” Ranma complained, rubbing her head. The smack hadn’t really hurt, it would take a lot harder blow than the one Nami just gave her to cause her harm, but the last thing Ranma wanted was for Nami to try again.

“You attacked me!” Nami hissed with rage. “I’m the captain of this boat, and we’re on the high sea! That’s mutiny! I’m within my rights to hang you, or toss your overboard! Now get on your feet before I start to think one of those options is a good one!”

Ranma paled at the genuine rage in Nami’s tone. She didn’t fear for her life, but the thought that she may have alienated her only contact in this world scared the crap out of her. She was like a drowning person, who would desperately cling to anything in order to keep her head above water. She popped up to her feet and stood with a cowed posture in front of the slightly taller girl.

“Strip!” Nami demanded, thumping the butt of her staff against the deck.

“Strip?” Ranma questioned her, her face showed a mixture of uncertainty and eagerness. Ranma had never really had much modesty, and normally stripping naked in front of Nami would have been something she’d do with a casual disregard for subtext, but she was now very aware of connotations to being nude that had simply never occurred to her before.

“Don’t make me tell you again!” Nami snarled.

Ranma hastily doffed her clothing, easily enough seeing as how she was only wearing three items, a shirt, a pair of pants, and a set of boxers.

Nami quirked an eyebrow at this collection, but she didn’t let it distract her. Neither did the fact that Ranma didn’t have a single hair below her eye-brows make any impression. That was the norm for most girls. Men could get downright hairy, but it was a rare girl, or woman, that did so. Nami taped the center mast with her staff and said, “Put your hands here and spread your legs.

Ranma assumed the position, but not to Nami’s satisfaction. She tapped Ranma’s ankles, forcing the girl to spread her legs till they were a good three feet apart, and then did the same to the other Ranma’s toes, forcing the small red-head to shuffle her feet backward until she was inclined at an angle and only supported by the hands on the mast.

“First time seeing this from the other side,” Nami muttered to herself as she took a good grip on her staff and delivered a blow across Ranma’s buttocks, dimpling both cheeks and leaving a red welt behind. “All we need now is a few dozen bastards watching and it would be old home week.”

Ranma didn’t even flinch. Compared to the switchings she received from her old man, Nami’s blow was a love tap. If she’d been inclined Ranma could have hardened her skin and reduced the effect to zero. But, she had a feeling that Nami might be more than a little annoyed if her chastisement left no visible traces. Well, that was one explanation. The other was that the term love tap turned out to be rather literal, because Ranma felt a strong pulse of pleasure in her core as the blow landed. The next blow affirmed the fact that the pain from the stroke was matched by excitement and pleasure. Getting switched by her pop had never felt like this!

There was another difference as well. She’d been a boy when her old man had switched her. Being totally stoic was a must, or else her punishment would be doubled. But she was a girl now, she didn’t have to hold back. Not only was it okay for a girl to cry while being swatted, but it was expected, them being so much more frail. Ranma found that openly crying was cathartic as hell. The pain might have been the trigger, but remembering what she’d lost when that idiot Ryoga had tossed her through the portal really opened up the waterworks and Ranma felt as if her soul was being washed clean as she cried over what she had lost.

By the time Nami was finished her body was covered in a sheen of sweat and Ranma’s posterior was covered in welts and bruises. Tears had cut tracks through the grime on Ranma’s face and were dripping off her chin, and her chest was heaving from her sobbing causing her breasts to sway from side to side. Because of her posture they were hanging off her chest making them look even larger than usual.

It was taking all Ranma had not to close up her legs and squeeze her thighs together. She could feel moisture trickling down her inner thighs from her drooling core while a ball of need churned in her belly. She was already contemplating some self-relief once it got dark and Nami was asleep when the concept became moot.

“Ahhhhhh!” Ranma gasped as Nami slipped her staff between the red-head’s legs and lifted it up so it pressed between the folds of Ranma’s sex. She began to stroke it back and forth and Ranma let out little frantic cries as she tried to angle her pelvis so the shaft would slide across the parts of her that most needed them.

“Sorry I don’t have a nice fat cock to scratch your itch, slut,” Nami said in a casual voice as she methodically stroked Ranma’s sex. “Maybe this will do the job.” Nami pulled the staff back until the tip was pressing between Ranma’s labia, and when the girl arched her back in reaction she angled the shaft and slid the tip a few inches up into the small girl’s body.

Ranma felt herself being penetrated for the very first time, by anything. Her inner flesh was **** and stretched by the hard smooth wooden staff and while the shaft was slim, to Ranma it felt like a baseball bat. It was the straw that broke the camel's back.

“Eeehhhahhaaa!” Ranma screamed out, as her legs buckling as a powerful orgasm caused her body to spasm. Nami barely got the shaft free of the girl’s twat before she fell to the deck and rested her forehead against the mast. Her body continued to shudder as several smaller orgasms overwhelmed her.

Nami shook her head in exasperation at the red-head’s antics. “What a slut,” she repeated.

Ignoring the naked girl, which admittedly took some effort, Nami checked the rigging, the plot, and estimated their current position. Being her the estimate was pretty well spot on. Only then did she address the red-head in the room. “I’ll be making landfall in about eight hours,” she said.

“Where are we headed, boss,” Ranma said in a shaky voice. She still wasn’t fully recovered from the intense experience she’d just had.

“We! We aren’t going anywhere! I’m going to steal a map of the grand-line from Buggy the Pirate. You can do whatever the fuck you want once we hit land.”

Ranma had been in the process of getting dressed, wincing slightly as she tugged her boxers up around her overly sensitive pelvis. The combination of her punishment, violent orgasms, and first penetration, had left her very tender. She knew that in a few hours she’d be as good as new, but that didn’t help much at the moment. But Nami’s words caused her to stop with her boxers only halfway over her ass as she voiced a protest. “What. I just proved I had what it takes to go with you?”

“Proved!” Nami yelled, her eyes and voice indicating disbelief. “How the fuck did you prove you’d be any good to me. If I was in the market for a ship’s whore maybe, but like I mentioned, I don’t have a cock that needs draining on a regular basis. If you want you could approach Buggy after I steal the map from him. I’m sure he’d be interested in a comfort station for his crew. I think he has around a hundred crewmembers. All male the last I heard.”

“Damn it! I told you I can fight.”

“You couldn’t even beat me!” Nami retorted. “And I wouldn’t dare take on any of Buggy’s men over the rank of Cabin boy without the element of surprise.”

That left Ranma right back where she’d started. The mere thought of showing off her true strength to Nami, by overpowering her in a decisive manner caused her to recoil. Nami had way too much Nabiki in her. Even more so, maybe. Nabiki had put Ranma through hell on more than one occasion for annoying her, and she didn’t have anywhere near the options that Nami had. Ranma hadn’t forgotten her comment about selling Ranma as a **** on the black market. Not because she feared being sold as a ****. She’d bust out of whatever situation she ended up in easily enough, but that would mean Nami had fully cut ties with her. More so than before that scared Ranma. And Saotome Ranma wasn’t afraid of anything.”