The Black Rose gets Plucked

How did I get here? How indeed...

It was one of those days that had given me the perfect opportunity to torment... I mean visit Ranma darling. What? That was merely a slip of the tongue, pay it no mind! Yes, where was I? Right, torment!

I can't quite recall exactly what the excuse was this time. It was some contest or another that I ended up involved with. These are trivial matters, not worth remembering. What matters is I was looking to get some alone time with Ranma, and as usual, that pesky Akane Tendo got in the way. Ranma was involved in some scuffle at his school's gymnasium which was good for me. This gave me an opportunity to deal with the nuisance in the room, namely Akane. It was to be simple enough, a little paralysis powder, and secret her away somewhere while I enjoy a bit of fun with Ranma after he inevitably beats his opponent.

Such didn't turn out as intended though, as just as I was ready to deploy my attack, that dratted Akane apparently spotted it and kicked the whole thing right into my face. Sadly, I'm no more resistant to its effects than anyone else so I was soon helpless on the ground. What a sad state of affairs.

Then Akane picked me up over her shoulder and took me to the nurse's office. Honestly, it was humiliating being lugged around like a sack of grain by my chief rival. Still, nothing could be done about it.

At the nurse's office, she dumped me onto a bed in the back and there I lay, intent on waiting out the effects which would probably take an hour to pass.

"You know... no, not this time," Akane said at the doorway and walked back to my bedside. "Just what kind of stunt were you going to pull, hmh?" she asked, but naturally I couldn't answer. Just looking at her was difficult. "You know, I seem to recall you tried to take advantage of Ranma when he was like this, didn't you?" she asked and a smile crossed her face.

Whatever is she on about? I could only watch as she briefly departed and I could hear the door to the room close. She returned, smiling even more intently now as she drew a curtain such that it concealed the bed from the door. About this point I was actually a touch nervous. It was plain Akane Tendo was up to some evil, but what I couldn't say. When she mounted the bed and straddled me, I still couldn't fully read her intentions, but then her words came back to me. Does she mean to-

As if to just cut off my thought Akane lifted up my skirt, exposing my underwear beneath. She wouldn't dare! No apparently she would as something of my emotion must have been showing through on my paralyzed face as she leaned in close.

"Let's see how you enjoy someone else playing with you, shall we? After all, fair is fair."

I naturally couldn't look at what was exactly happening as she slipped down from my view. All I could do was stare at the ceiling as I felt my panties being removed. Each moment I was saying to myself, she's bluffing. Surely she's bluffing! She has to be bluffing!

No, it was no bluff. I could feel her fingers run slowly over my exposed vagina. Up and down she would stroke, tracing over the skin gently but frustratingly effectively. My heart was already pounding and she had barely started.

"Oh?" She said and returned into my view, dragging her damp fingers over my lips. "Seems maybe you might enjoy this sort of thing? Hmh?" she asked, but of course I couldn't reply. She chuckled and once more descended.

No, that's not true, I would never- My thoughts were cut off as I felt her finger part my lower lips and once more they began their trace, now even deeper. Around and around they went, with each pass I could feel my excitement rising. She grew faster with each pass, and seemed to linger than much longer at each of the most sensitive spots, and before long I felt like I could withstand it no longer.

Then, as suddenly as it started, it ended. "Nono," Akane said she stood up. "This is punishment, not pleasure," she said and grew close to my face. "So, now, why don't you consider your crimes, or perhaps I'll have to punish you again." She took her now thoroughly moistened fingers and **** them into my mouth, drawing them slowly out so the juices would drop onto my tongue. With a last smirk she drew up my underwear once more and departed, leaving me confused and frustrated.

Recovered, that evening I was furious, but not exactly sure why. The natural conclusion was because she had violated me so, but somehow that thought had no strength to it. No, even as I bathed, I replayed the scene in my mind over and over, trying **** to find release from my own self-gratification, but while I could certainly push myself beyond the climax, it wasn't enough.

Damn that Akane Tendo! How dare she?! How dare she?! She won't get away with this!