Ranma gets a spanking

“Strip!” Zoro snapped at Ranma. She eagerly shucked her clothing as Zoro did the same. Ranma found it near impossible to pull her eyes away from Zorro’s bobbing cock. Her thighs clenched in anticipation as she imagined how it was going to feel to have that monster shoved up her cunt,

Coming to this world might have been an accident, and it might be seriously messed up, but she was happy with how things had turned out. It was almost blasphemous, but sex, especially the brutal variety she liked the most, was more fun than martial arts. Well, unless you consider Ranma’s version of good sex a form of martial arts, which it sort of was. Her mind was already devising a new form of martial arts centered around sex. It would be a grappling art of course, with tons of pressure points and leverage moves.

For instance, if Zoro had been an enemy, he’d have been easy as pie to take down once he got caught up in skull-fucking her. She had so many options, not even counting how **** his dangling balls were. On the **** side a small vacuum knife could have sliced his femoral artery so cleanly he wouldn’t have even known it had happened before he keeled over, dead as a doornail. Of course if there was a whole gang of guys, the best attack would be pressure point attacks that took a little while to come into effect. Such as the one that Dr. Tofu had used on her that had left her paralyzed from the waist down when it kicked in a half-hour after he’d performed it on her. With some practice she bet she could control the timing so they all folded up within seconds of one another, even if they had spent a couple of hours gang-banging her.

The very first step would be to make them think she was totally helpless and thoroughly cowed. That way they wouldn’t restrain her limbs. While not impossible, it would be harder to take out a guy without using her arms and legs, and the difficulty rose with the more guys there were. Of course if there were several guys they’d be overconfident and less inclined to secure her.

“Get over here!” Zoro ordered Ranma as he sat down, cross-legged, on the deck. Ranma was so busy drooling over his naked body while mentally listing all his exposed pressure points, and the best way to hit them from up close and personal, that she didn’t really think about what Zoro’s position might mean. She realized her mistake when he caught her arm and yanked her down across his legs, her pelvis centered over his groin with her arms and legs laying on the deck leaving her ass lifted high and ****.

Any doubts Ranma might have had about where this was going, it could have been a new sex position after all, were removed when Zoro wasted no time bringing a heavily calloused hand down on her buttocks. Because she was not expecting it Ranma automatically reacted to the surprise attack by toughening her skin. As a result, while she felt the pressure of the impact, the flat handed slap caused zero pain. That only left the humiliation of being spanked, which was powerful.

Little kids got spanked. Getting spanked meant the person doing the spanking didn’t think you were tough enough to take a real beating. But, even as Ranma tensed her muscles as a first step to showing Zoro that she wasn’t some weak little girl who couldn’t take a hit, another facet of this sort of punishment occurred to her. In all her prior experience the spankings had come from people who were fond of her, maybe even loved her in some cases, and only after she’d pushed them past their breaking point did they resort to spanking her. She came to the conclusion that Zoro wouldn’t have resorted to this sort of attack if he wasn’t at least a little fond of her. If Ranma had a weakness, it was a **** to hurt anyone who actually liked her. They were a rare breed.

That sort of put a whole new slant on what was happening. Ranma could keep her skin toughened to the point where she could snicker at Zoro’s attempts to chastise her, and basically make a fool of him. That might be fun to do with someone she disliked, and planned on beating the crap out of in the near future, but that wasn’t the sort of relationship she wanted with him, or any of the other strawhats. She was the ship's cabin girl. If it made a crew mate happy to spank her, she'd go along with it. After all, it wasn't like they could really hurt her.

Ranma was serious about surrendering control of her life to the people she felt she could trust. She didn’t want to be in charge, or even control, of herself. She’d been there, done that. That way led to misery. Surrendering control of her person was working out well with Nami. And, despite Nami’s protests Ranma was sure that Luffy would eventually break down her resistance and she and Ranma would officially become strawhat pirates. When that happened Ranma would be perfectly happy turning her body over to the crew to play with in whatever way they wanted to.

Ranma wasn’t naive enough to believe that merely being a member of the crew would make a person worthy of trust, but so far Luffy had a good track record when it came to choosing his crew. Right now Zoro and she were not officially crewmates. That meant Ranma, much to her distaste, had to make a decision, instead of simply surrendering. Was she going to let him spank her for real, or was she going to passively resist? In the end it was her belief that Luffy was going to outstubborn Nami that decided the choice.

As Ranma had been pondering her options, Zoro’s hand had delivered a half dozen smacks to her upturned ass, and each one had been slightly harder as the previous one had illiciated no reaction from the distracted girl. Ranma really should have considered that when she decided to withdraw all her energy from her ass and leave herself fully **** to Zoro’s chastisement.

“Ahhhhhhh! Shit, bastard!” Ranma cried out as Zoro’s bare handed swat impacted on her now **** rear. It hurt like fuck and even after his hand lifted away from her now aching ass she could feel the sting of her abused flesh, and long before it faded Zoro’s hand smacked her hard again. Ranma kicked her legs and clenched her fists and teeth as she endured the rain of blows that were well on their way to making her bottom look like a bruised plum.

Ironically if Ranma had allowed Zoro’s first few swats through unimpeded the end results would have been nothing more than a slightly reddened posterior.

At least being a girl allowed Ranma the freedom of openly weeping in order to cope with how badly her ass hurt. Men didn't cry, but girls did it all the time. Tears streamed down her cheeks and dampened the decking under her face while her chest heaved with suppressed sobs and her nose started to run. It was sort of freeing to let it all out.

Ranma spread her legs slightly during the spanking to better twist her bottom this way and that in an effort to avoid Zoro’s swats. So, when he stopped spanking her and slipped a hand between her legs he had easy access to her cunt as his finger delved into her depths, and found them flooded with lubrication. Ranma began to twist her hips for a different reason as Zoro’s calloused forefinger explored her twat and she discovered just how much the pain in her ass had distracted her from what else was going on with her perverted female form.

Ranma really hoped that the pool of tension in her belly and the liquid warmth in her twat, was because she knew she was going to get fucked by Zoro’s huge cock sometime soon. And not because getting her ass turned purple made her hot for dick. Because if this was what getting spanked resulted in she wasn’t sure she’d be able to resist acting in whatever way was needed to have it happen again. But right now all she knew for certain was that Zoro’s finger, no matter how thick and long it was, was not going to scratch the itch she needed scratching.

“Fuck me!” Ranma demanded, hunching her hips back at Zoro’s hand.

“Is that anyway to ask for a favor?” Zoro asked, withdrawing his finger and flicking her engorged clit, causing Ranma to buck against his legs and forcing him to use a hand on the back of her shoulders to hold her in place.

“Please, I’m begging you, fuck me!” Ranma cried out, all pride fled in the need to get her socket wrenched good and hard.

“I think I can arrange for that to happen,” Zoro said as he slipped the tip of his finger up and down the crack of Ranma’s ass, tickling and probing the cute little pink ring of her rectum.

“Wrong hole!” Ranma protested, trying to twist her bottom away from that intrusive finger.

“You’re the ship’s cabin girl. All your holes are available to the crew!” Zoro said sternly, giving her sore ass a hard swat.

“You can’t be serious! That monster cock of yours can’t possibly fit up that hole!” Ranma protested as she continued to wiggle her butt. “Eeehhhheeeee,” She squealed like a stuck piglet as Zoro’s forefinger breached her rectum and pushed inside her virgin ass.

“Interesting fact,” Zoro said in a casual tone as he pumped his finger in and out of Ranma’s clenching asshole. “I don’t think I’ve ever fucked a girl your size who could manage more than maybe five inches of my cock in their cunt, but all the ones I took my time with managed to get almost every inch up their asses.”

“And how many of them survived!” Ranma retorted, her voice strained as she tried to deal with the feelings coming from her asshole.

“Damn, what sort of a person do you think I am?” Zoro protested. “They all survived! They might have walked funny for a few days, but they survived. A few even came back for more.”

As he pumped his finger in and out of Ranma’s ass, Zoro was also using his pinkie finger to stroke and flick Ranma’s clit, and despite her discomfort she soon experienced an orgasm, causing her to drench the palm of Zoro’s hand with her juices. He didn’t let the lubrication go to waste. He wiped his hand clean inside the crack of her ass and began to work the lubrication into her tight little asshole. He wiggled his finger and loosened up the tight ring of muscles that were her bowels only defense.

Ranma groaned as Zoro added a second finger to the one already stretching her ass and her squirming became even more pronounced. Her hands clenched into fists and her fingernails dug into her palms as she tried really hard to ignore how good it was starting to feel. Ranma had very little, as in none, sexual experience before coming to this world, but thanks to her shit-stain of a father’s insults toward her, and other men he was pissed off at she knew that what Zoro was doing was something that guys did. But, she had never heard butt sex referred to in any way other than as the most dire insult you could direct at someone.

Ranma reminded herself that her Pop was not reliable, to say the least. She knew first hand that ninety-nine percent of the crap he’d spouted off about girls was garbage, and the other one percent was questionable. How he had gotten a woman to marry him and give birth to her, Ranma had no idea. It certainly didn’t cast her mom in a very positive light, brain wise. Taking that into account maybe what Zoro was proposing was not out of the ordinary and was something that girls and guys engaged in on a regular basis.

Ranma’s attempt at distracting herself from what was happening back there was not very successful. The sensations were too intense, too unique, for her to relegate them to the background. She felt a bit of relief when Zoro pulled his fingers out of her butt. It didn’t last. He tossed her bodily onto his nearby futon and moved between her legs before she could gather her thoughts.

“Say you don’t want this!” Zoro ordered Ranma as he shuffled forward and rubbed the fat tip of his dick against her dripping pussy. “Tell me you don’t want this inside of you! No matter which hole I use!”

Ranma’s ability to think rationally was non-existent. All she could focus on was how much she wanted relief from the huge ball of tension in her belly, and how much she looked forward to how good it would feel when all that pressure got released in a big orgasmic burst of pleasure. “Shut up! Shut up and fuck me, you bastard!” She screamed as she tried to hook her legs around Zoro’s waist and pull him into her.

Zoro deflected her efforts and caught her ankles. One after another he hooked her legs over his shoulders and leaned forward, leaving Ranma totally **** while her distended cunt and ass ached for attention. Zoro lined up and thrust forward and Ranma let out a scream of release as he plunged into her cunt a good six inches in one shove. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fill me up!”

The feel of Zoro’s girth was everything Ranma could have wished for. She felt like he was about to split her open, and it was glorious. At some point the ability to absorb oversized cocks had become a point of pride for her. Right up with how hard she could hit or how high she could jump. It was just another way to showcase her physical abilities. And if Ranma was anything, it was a showoff.

“Uhhhhhhh!” Ranma groaned as Zoro’s cock shoved against the back of her cunt. The now familiar feeling of being **** open deep inside came. But, her body had adapted and while it was still intense, the discomfort was no longer as bad as the first time Luffy and Usopp had **** their way that deep into her body. The familiar bloating feeling from her belly accompanied Zoro’s deeper penetration as he continued to rock himself back and forth while forcing his dick further and further into Ranma’s small body.

It took a bit of time, but Ranma was getting used to this new fun activity and her body was learning how to adapt, it wasn’t long before Zoro’s balls were slapping against her ass while a thick froth of girl juice and precum drooled out her cunt and down her butt crack, where it ran across and into her still slightly distended rectum, and onto Zoro’s bedding. She was feeling a bit smug at dodging the threat of an ass fucking. When it came down to it Zoro hadn’t been able to resist her tight little twat.

It was at that point, having thoroughly lubricated his dick, and Ranma’s ass, that Zoro pulled all the way out of her sheath, and thrust his sword into her alternative one. His cock threatened to buckle as Ranma’s asshole resisted, but he’d weakened its defenses with his fingers earlier and it almost instantly surrendered. The small apple-sized head of his dick popped through the snug ring of muscle and a couple of inches into her colon.

Ranma’s eyes bulged, her mouth opened to scream, but all that came out was a gurgling moan as the sensation of taking her first dick up the ass overwhelmed her totally.

Zoro leaned forward, pushing Ranma’s legs backward and lifting her ass off of the futon as he began the long process of sinking everyone of his thirteen inches into Ranma’s virgin posterior.

“Uh, uh, uh, uh,” Ranma grunted as inch after inch of thick cock slipped deeper and deeper into her bowels.

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Nami walked out of the restaurant, feeling a bit stuffed. Sanji was one hell of a cook, and the prices couldn’t be beat. Truly. She kept expecting him to invite her back to his quarters for a little quid-pro-quo, but he never did, which was admirable, and incredibly frustrating, because she was really in the mood for some good old fashion quid-pro-quo right about now.

The pirate thief had gone long periods without sex before during solo voyages, but she had never been around a group of males for this long without having a dick shoved into one, or all, of her holes. Frankly her record was something along the lines of fourteen hours. Most times the captains of the small boats and ships she caged rides on demanded a demonstration of her talents, and given that they were puddle jumpers that mostly never left sight of land, it wasn’t her navigation skills they wanted to see examples of. She mostly managed to avoid outright gang-bangs, the captains usually weren’t fond of sharing, but not always. It had resulted in a sort of conditioned response while on a boat with a bunch of males. Her body expected certain things, and it grew unhappy when it didn't get them.

At first she’d been impressed that Luffy was perfectly happy with only using her for her navigational skills, not to mention her ability to handle sails. But then she started to wonder why. What was wrong with her? Lots of other men found her irresistible. What was with Luffy? Who would have thought he’d actually go along with her statement that she didn’t fuck pirates. That was not an outright lie, but also not the full truth. It was true that she didn’t fuck pirates, willingly. But, they certainly fucked her. Her consent, or lack of it, was not a factor to them. Pirates didn't ask, please may I. If Luffy had been a real pirate he’d have known that and she’d have woken up leaking sperm from every hole each morning. She was starting to come around to Zoro’s view that no matter what he called himself, Luffy was no more a pirate than she was, no, strike that. No more than Ranma was.

After a couple of days without getting dick from any of the males Nami was sharing the trip with she started to get itchy. Snuggling Ranma, and teaching the girl how to pleasure another female had helped a bit, but unlike her sister she craved sausage not clams as her entree of choice. A little girl on girl skinship was pleasant, but she needed a good meat injection on a regular basis to keep the old pipes clear.

She was not helped at all by the fact that Ranma was working her way through all the males on the boat, and then some. Or that they were all so well endowed, even Usopp, which was something she never could have guessed. But she’d gotten a front row seat to him using what god had given him on Ranma.

At least in that regard Luffy and his crew had something in common with real pirates. They tended to prefer making a public spectacle of using a girl rather than screwing her in private. The whole showing all the other males how manly they were and marking their territory.

It wasn’t Ranma’s fault. Nami had agreed to let her work her passage as a cabin girl, but she couldn’t help but be a little jealous every time the girl passed out in their room from an overload of sex. Without getting her off first!

Nami jumped down into the Going Merry from the Baratia ‘s wharf, and noticed Usopp hunched over and peeking through a crack into the room the men used for sleeping. Curious as the cat she was sometimes referred to as, Nami slipped up behind Usopp and snuck a look at what had him so riveted. She swallowed a mouthful of spit as she spotted Zoro’s fine ass lifting and falling as he drove his thick cock in and out of Ranma’s hugely distended asshole. Fuck, it was one thing to know Zoro was well hung, it was another to see that monster filling Ranma’s ass.

The little redhead’s feet were waving helplessly in the air above Zoro’s shoulders, but mostly she was invisible underneath the much bigger male. Her mingled cries of distress and passion were easily audible however. Even as Nami watched, Ranma's legs went from kicking helplessly to becoming rigid as her muscles seized up from the rictus caused by a really good orgasm.

A detached part of Nami’s mind checked off the anal box in regards to Ranma, but mostly she was too busy drooling, from both ends, to thick clearly.

Usopp had extracted his cock and was lightly stroking it as he watched the scene in the cabin. No doubt he was waiting for Zoro to finish so he could have his turn, likely in Ranma’s ass. Men were like that. Monkey see, monkey do.

It was too much! Nami was only flesh and bone. She had needs. With zero warning she reached around Usopp and took a good firm hold on his cock. He screamed like a little girl, and swung a panic fueled blow behind him. Nami ducked under the clumsy attack and gave him a good hard slap that jolted his head to the side. “Shut up, idiot! It’s only me! Come with me!”

Using Usopp’s cock as a leash she practically dragged the babbling fool to the cabin she shared with Ranma. Shutting the door behind them, she skinned out of her clothing and flopped down on her back with her legs spread. Only to notice a still fully dressed Usopp was pressed up against the door and was looking at her like she was some sort of fearsome predator.

“What are you waiting for! Get those clothes off and come here and fuck me!”

“You said you didn’t fuck pirates,” Usopp babbled, fumbling behind himself for the door latch.

Nami narrowed her eyes at the sniper and said in a deadly flat voice. “In two minutes your cock is going to be inside my cunt. Whether it is still attached to your body, is up to you!”

Usopp still looked a bit freaked out, but he did shuck out of his bib overalls in short order, only running into trouble for a few seconds when his cock got caught in his fly. But he was naked well before Nami’s two minute limit expired.

Nami was afraid she was going to have to toss him down on the bed and ride him like a pony, but he had clearly been inspired by Zoro because he nearly fell between her legs. The next moment he pulled her legs up over his shoulders pushed forward to roll her ass into the air and with one smooth thrust buried all ten inches into her starving twat.

“Ahhhhhh, god, yes!” Nami yelled as she locked her legs around Usopp’s neck and pumped her hips up at him, matching thrust for thrust. God she had needed this feeling. “Fuck me! And don’t you dare cum till I do!” She yelled as she reached up and sank both hands into his fluffy hair, yanking his face down so she could plaster a kiss on him and thrust her tongue into his mouth as his ass rose and fell in time with the thrusts he was driving in and out of her body.

As it turned out, making Nami cum wasn’t much of a challenge for Usopp. She was so tightly wound that she came the first time Usopp’s balls slapped against the crack of her ass. After that she had another one every few thrusts. But Usopp was clearly terrified of displeasing her because he screwed his face up in a grimace and focused on lasting as long as humanly possible. That wasn’t going to be long, given how Nami’s experienced twat was massaging his dick like a milking machine.

Usopp, groaned, his body stiffening and his ass clenching as he unloaded deep inside Nami, Neither he or her paid any attention to the fact that realistically Nami should not have been able to take his ten inches balls deep, at least not without him punching through her cervix, and Nami would have noticed if he had done that. It wouldn’t have been the first time it had happened to her.

Nami rolled them both over and dismounted from Usopp so she could use her skilled mouth and tongue to nurse him back to health and ready for the next round. Her ass wasn’t going to fill itself with cum by itself.

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Luffy sat on the Sheep’s head figurehead of the Going Merry, a happy smile on his face as he listened to the slap, slap, slap, of flesh on flesh coming from the Merry’s two cabins. Nami was starting to bond with them. Ranma already had, and only needed Nami permission to join. It wouldn’t be long before their navigator officially joined his crew and they all became Nakama. There was no need for him to do anything else as far as the girl’s were concerned. That left him free to recruit their new chef, and convince Zef to let Luffy pay off his debt in less than a year. Luffy didn’t sweat that. He was sure something would come up.