Four Ranma Girls in A Row

Ranma moaned. Her arms, shoulders, and back ached terribly and her mouth felt as if it was lined with a layer of cotton. She opened her eyes and found that she was staring at an unadorned expanse of concrete. For a second she was confused until she realized that the fluorescent light affixed to it indicated that she was staring at a ceiling. She tried to reorient herself, but found she could not move her arms or legs. She raised her head and blanched.

She was arched over a heavy wooden beam, her wrists and ankles secured to the floor by what felt like metal shackles. The rough wood bit into her back and the pain in her arms and shoulders became more **** as she became fully aware. It was then that she became conscious of the fact that she was completely nude. The understanding was like an icy blow to her stomach and she gasped in sudden fear. Then she realized that she was not alone. Twisting her head to her left, she could see the three other girls who had been with her when they had been attacked by the gas.

Directly to her left was Kodachi. The dark-haired girl moaned as she returned to life, and well she might. She was lying face down and was exquisitely and painfully bound, her arms twisted high on her back and her wrists bound with rough hemp cords. In addition her long braid, which she usually wore on the left side of her head and tossed over her left shoulder, had been wound around her bound wrists so that any attempt to move her wrists jerked painfully on her hair. Both legs had been bent at the knee and multiple windings of coarse hemp rope encircled her calves and thighs, cutting into her supple flesh.

Another moan alerted him to Ukyu who was one over from Kodachi. The slender girl had been hung from a hook in the ceiling, her arms straight over her head and her feet barely touching the floor. Like Kodachi she had been stripped of her clothing and her up tilted breasts quivered slightly as gripped the chains suspending her in an effort to relieve the tension in her arms. She had apparently been awake for a few minutes longer than either Ranma or Kodachi, as her perfectly proportioned body was covered in sweat.

And finally there was Akane. She had been tied most painfully, her right leg stretched toward the ceiling so that all of her body weight was supported on her left. Her right arm was similarly tied and stretched toward her right ankle so that her torso was tilted at an angle of forty-five degrees. Her left arm was tied at the wrist and pulled behind her where it was held in place by a rope that encircled her slender waist. Ranma couldn’t help noticing two things about Akane as she struggled to maintain her balance. One was the swaying of her breasts and the other was the inviting pink slit at the apex of her thighs. Like Ukyu, Akane was breathing heavily, clearly close to exhaustion and suffering terribly from the awkward position of her sweat-streaked body.

Ranma was beset by a barrage of emotions and peculiar urges. The nudity, helplessness, and beauty of all three girls had her strangely aroused. At the same time, her own nakedness and helpless situation had her both mortified and frightened. She was completely at the mercy of whoever had captured her and the other girls and the way each of them was bound indicated only one thing. She was almost quaking with fear, a fear that turned to anger as her natural instincts pushed to the fore.

“Let me go,” she screamed at the top of her lungs, her entire body quivering with uncontrolled rage. “Let me go or I’ll kill whoever did this,”

“My you are a loud one. I hope you respond as enthusiastically when I am between your thighs.”

Ranma turned in the direction of the voice and for a few seconds was speechless. Looming over her was the biggest man she had ever seen or at least so it seemed from her prone position. He was dressed in a fine silk kimono tied with a red sash. A lump of ice seemed to settle in her stomach when she realized that she knew him. “Mr. Big!” she gasped.

“I see you recognize me, and so you should after what you and your friends did to bugger up my last business deal. You cost me a small fortune, not to mention a great deal of time and effort.”

“You were selling kittens, you bastard! Selling them to restaurants and laboratories.”

“I like to think of it as doing something to deal with the homeless cat population,” Mr. Big replied as he snipped off the end of a huge cigar. “But you ruined everything when you broke into my holding facilities and released all of my inventory. But now, I am going to have some payback.”

“What are you going to do with us?” Ranma quavered. “You can’t mean to…”

“For the moment I am going to enjoy fucking each and every one of you. In the long term I haven’t quite decided. It will depend on how enthusiastically you move your ass when I am inside you. If I am satisfied I may decide to keep you around for my personal use instead of turning you over to my henchmen.”

“You can’t do that,” Ranma protested. “That would be ****. That’s against the law.”

“I don’t think he cares if it is against the law you red-headed idiot,” said an acid-tinged voice. “He’s already committed a crime just by **** us.”

“Ah,” Mr. Big exclaimed. “I see the leopard-girl is now wide awake. I must say you look so much better without your skin.”

“Listen you fat prick,” Kodachi hissed. “You don’t know who you are dealing with. I don’t care about the others, but if you don’t let me go you’ll wish you had never lived.”

“Oh,” Mr. Big chuckled. “I like you. I think I’ll take you first.”

Kodachi squirmed. Her face down position on the floor and the way she was bound made it difficult to speak. The hell you will,” she gasped. “I’ll rip your balls off first.”

Mr. Big knelt beside the helpless Kodachi. “I admire bravery, but such audacity in your case borders on stupidity. You are in no position to do anything, except submit to my will.” To emphasize his point he reached under Kodachi, found her breasts and gave them a painful squeeze.

“Ungh!” Kodachi cried. “Stop. You’re hurting me.”

“From now on you will pay me proper respect. If not I have several dozen very randy henchmen who will delight in fucking you until you’re too sore to walk.”

“No,” Kodachi panted, suddenly more compliant. “I can be useful to you. I don’t care about these others. They have friends and relatives. I can help you catch them.”

“You really are something aren’t you?” Mr. Big responded. “You would sell out your friends and even the families of your friends to save yourself.”

“They’re not really my friends,” Kodachi grimaced, raising her head and holding it painfully erect.

In spite of her humiliating bondage she was incredibly alluring and Mr. Big felt his member beginning to stiffen. “You’ve made up my mind for me. I want to hear you beg when I pop your cherry.”

He set down his cigar and lifted Kodachi’s gorgeous body so that her bound legs would support her in a sitting position. She stared up at him, her lips slightly parted. “Please,” she whispered. “I can do so much more for you if you will let me go.”

“You must practice that seductress look in front of a mirror,” Mr. Big chuckled. “I almost want to believe you. But instead I think I will show you the real reason why they call me Mr. Big.” He untied the sash; letting the kimono open and all of the girls gasped.

“You can’t put that inside me,” Kodachi protested. “I’m a virgin. It will kill me.” She stared with horrified fascination at the huge member as it bobbed just centimeters from her face.

“So some women have claimed,” Mr. Big replied, reveling in Kodachi’s fear. “But no one has died yet although some have certainly made enough noise that it sounded as if they were dying.”

“No, stop,” Kodachi begged as Mr. Big let his robe slide to the floor. “I’ll do anything you say. I’ll become part of your gang. Just let me go.”

“You will become part of my gang,” Mr. Big said. “But not in the way you propose. After I am through with you I will turn you over to my henchmen for their entertainment.”

“No, let her go you bastard!” The scream of rage was almost earsplitting and caused everyone’s head to turn toward Ranma.

“Gag that redheaded bitch,” Mr. Big shouted angrily. “I’ll give her a good reason to scream later.”

“No you don’t,” Ranma shrieked. “Let me alo…mmmpphh!”

A red ball bag effectively shut off Ranma’s protests. Leaving her to watch in muffled silence as Mr. Big had his way with Kodachi. The Black Rose continued to protest, and made promise after promise, but the huge crime boss was having none of it. He was fully aroused, his huge organ thrusting up at an angle of seventy degrees. The three helpless girls could only watch as he violated the screaming girl.

“Nooo! Please!” Kodachi wailed as Mr. Big knelt in front of her and placing a hand on each of her knees, parted her legs. He lifted her slightly positioning her struggling body so that her quivering vulva was directly over the tip of his huge phallus and then, gripping her hips to steady her, began to slowly work his way into her.

“Nnooo! Nooo!” Kodachi screamed, her protests breaking down into incoherent sobs as Mr. Big’s thick shaft parted the lips of her maidenly portal. Although it was hopeless, she strained at her bonds and rocked her body back and forth in a **** attempt to avoid her fate. Her failure was signaled by a long drawn out scream.

“No! No! N…Aahhhahhhh!”

Mr. Big gave a grunt of satisfaction. “Damn, you’re tight,” he gasped. His hands were firmly clamped on Kodachi’s buttocks as he strained to penetrate her. The girl arched back, trying to **** her body away from the cruel intrusion, but actually simply making the act of penetration a little easier. Mr. Big strained his body and then something seemed to give and he thrust into her.

“Aaaggghhhh!” Kodachi’s piercing scream told of the loss of her virginity. Her body shuddered, her large perfect breasts bouncing erotically, tears of pain, rage, and shame streaming from her dark eyes.

Her ordeal, however, was just beginning. Mr. Big had barely begun to fuck her. Only a fraction of his huge phallus had so far penetrated Kodachi’s tight vagina, and although her pain and humiliation were more than evident, it was nothing compared to what it was going to be. The huge crime boss, withdrew slightly from his victim and then plunged back in. He began to slowly move in and out of her each thrust penetrating another millimeter or so into Kodachi’s tight love tunnel until he had buried a full twenty five centimeters of his huge member within her.

“Halfway there,” Mr. Big grunted. Sweat was streaming from his naked body and he clenched his teeth at the effort required to fully enter his victim. “Tightest bitch I’ve ever had he gasped, as he leaned forward, pinning the screaming Kodachi to the floor and using his weight to drive into her.

Kodachi screamed at every millimeter of penetration, but her cries of agony did not seem to bother her assailant. Instead Mr. Big actually seemed to enjoy them, baring his teeth in a fierce grin each time she screamed. And then finally he was fully inside her, having penetrated to the hilt. “Got you, bitch,” he cried in triumph. And then he began to give her a thorough fucking, pumping in and out of her like a jackhammer, while at the same time releasing his grip on her buttocks and massaging her breasts.

Kodachi had stopped screaming, but this new **** caused her to cry out in pain. Her body jerked spasmodically with every thrust, her breasts bouncing in a circular motion, her breath coming in painful gasps. “Oh, you’re tight,” Mr. Big grunted. His sumo-sized body was drenched in perspiration and he was breathing just as hard as Kodachi, but he kept on hammering her, leaving the girl so beaten and exhausted that her cries died to whimpers. Kodachi’s ordeal finally ended when Mr. Big exploded into the sobbing girl, leaving her limp body lying exhausted on the floor.

Mr. Big lurched to his feet. He loomed over his victim almost triumphantly. “That was fantastic little girl. I may try you again sometime. But first I have another three to initiate. He turned to Akane. “You’re next little girl.”