Moxibustion Violation
by H. Saotome

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Divergence from the manga series "Ranma 1/2", in which Akane is being
abused by boys who inflicted the weakness moxibustion on her. She has
just left school on Friday afternoon, so has a weekend to look forward
to, free of their evil lusts, until returning to school on Monday. Dark.
M/F, n/c.

Disclaimer: I do not own "Ranma 1/2". This story was written for
non-commercial purposes only.

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Chapter 4

Akane quickly crossed the city to reach the medical center where she
would find the doctor recommended by Tofu Ono, the cardiac specialist
who had agreed to the plan to help prevent anyone else from learning of
her weakness. As she walked, the teenage girl tried to ignore the
burning pain from her rear. /Why did that asshole Michio have to whip me
so damn hard?!/ she demanded mentally. Although in a way, she knew the
reason. She'd have never said the things he had made her say without
something like that to convince her.

Despite the ache, not only in her bottom, but also in her soul because
of the things which had been done to her, it was hard for the young
woman not to feel a slight lifting of her spirits. School was done for
the week. That meant she would not have to face her rapists again for
three days. Almost three. The terrible burden of what had already
transpired, and the knowledge of more to come, weighed on her heavily.
But at least for a couple of days she could try to forget.

At twenty minutes before the hour she walked into the office, taking
note of the opulent furnishings. She supposed a heart surgeon probably
could afford a nice place, even with the malpractice insurance he no
doubt had to carry. Walking up to the receptionist, she said pleasantly,
"I have an appointment for quarter to five. Akane Tendo."

The woman didn't even look at her list, but picked up a pad and handed
it to the girl. "I'm glad you got here on time. I'm surprised Doctor
Yamada made an appointment for you so late. We usually close at five.
Please fill out those forms and bring them back to me, okay dear?"

Akane nodded, then sat down in one of the comfortable chairs and worked
on the form. It was all the usual stuff, past diseases, medical
allergies, family history of heart trouble and so forth. While she
worked she reflected on the receptionist's words about the late
appointment. It was just as well the appointment hadn't been any
earlier, or she would have missed it thanks to the demonic Michio. If
the timing wasn't simple coincidence, then perhaps the doctor had wanted
to make sure that she was his last patient in order to guarantee privacy
while he committed what was technically fraud.

Naturally, she was kept waiting. At twenty minutes past five o'clock a
very elderly man emerged from the inner rooms, picked up his coat and
left. A man in his early forties followed, trim, wearing spectacles, his
hair going gray. He bowed and introduced himself, "Tendo-san? I'm Doctor
Yamada."

Akane stood and bowed as well. "Hello, Yamada-sensei. Thank you for
agreeing to see me. For, um, everything."

The man quickly signaled her to silence. He turned to the window behind
which his receptionist sat and said, "Minori-san, you may leave for the
day if you're ready. Tendo-san is only here for an office consultation,
so I won't need you for anything more."

The middle-aged woman nodded happily and began gathering her things.

Doctor Yamada led Akane back into his office and asked her to take a
seat. Sitting in his own chair across from her, he gave her a
sympathetic smile and said, "I must confess, I find it a trifle
difficult to believe the tale my colleague Doctor Ono related. I admit
that the condition is outside of my specialty, but given that I am
putting myself at some small risk to, er, help you out, I would
appreciate it if you will allow me to make an examination and confirm
what he said."

Akane looked at him curiously. "I thought you told your receptionist
that it would only be a consultation. Not an examination."

"Well, of course." He smiled. "I would, after all, rather not give her
any clues that you and I are planning to perpetrate a crime. Minor
though it might be. And I am not speaking of a full physical
examination. I only wish to make a few tests of your strength, and take
a look at the burn on your back."

Akane shrugged. If it would get her what she wanted, she saw no reason
to object. "How do we start?" she asked.

The doctor stood and came around his desk, sitting down in another chair
beside her. "If you would hold out your hands and press them against
mine, please?" Akane did so, and was unable to budge his hands.

"Now I am going to push against your hands," he said. "Try to resist."
Although he saw her biceps bulge with the effort, the doctor had no
trouble pushing Akane's hands back.

He next held his hand out sideways. "Please slap my palm as hard as you
can."

Akane swung, her arm blurring through the air. However, there was very
little sound when her palm struck his, and his hand didn't move a
millimeter.

"Huh," he commented. "That's rather remarkable. Bizarre even."

Akane hung her head. "Yeah. Remarkable."

Yamada grimaced. "I'm sorry. I'm afraid I'm a bit tactless at times."
After a few seconds pause he said, "There's another test I'd like to
try. Would you mind very much if I placed a finger in your mouth and
asked you to bite it?"

Akane thought of other things which had been placed in her mouth
recently. She didn't think a finger would bother her. "Okay."

This test was performed, and the doctor was quite surprised that he
could barely feel her teeth make contact with the digit. "Are you sure
you're biting hard?" he asked, puzzled. Akane nodded her head up and
down, although the movement was hampered by the finger in her mouth,
since her nodding head lacked the strength to make his finger move.

Standing up and going back behind his desk, Doctor Yamada reached into a
drawer and pulled out a box of cookies. "Congratulations. You're now one
of the few people who knows about my secret stash. I'm not supposed to
eat these." He pulled a cookie from the box and held it out. "These
aren't soft. I'd like to see you bite one."

Akane now realized what had been puzzling him. In fact, with her own
attention drawn to it, it puzzled her as well. Taking the cookie, she
bit through it with a crunch. She chewed and swallowed, then examined
the half cookie still in her hand. "How?" she asked.

The doctor shrugged. "The only guess I have is that this so-called
`weakness moxibustion' works not only on the muscles, but also on the
brain. It's a totally wild-assed guess, but I think that if you know
you're applying force against a person, that you lose what little
strength you still have."

Akane had to struggle not to break down crying. What she had just been
told was that her own brain was betraying her. She might have been
gravely weakened, but every time one of her molesters laid hands on her
she lost what little strength she had.

Unsure what to say, Yamada just murmured. "Well, ... well." He cleared
his throat. "I'd still like to examine the mark. It's on your back,
right?"

Akane nodded.

The man picked up an examination gown which had been lying on his desk,
unnoticed. He pointed off to the side. "If you could step behind the
screen there, and remove your upper garments please. Then put this on.
That way you may keep your front covered while I take a look."

She wasn't too thrilled with the idea of removing any of her clothes
just at the moment, but Akane didn't want to refuse the request given
what he was doing for her. Besides, he'd been perfectly decent so far.
So she picked up the gown and walked behind the screen. There she
frowned as she realized she was still wearing her school uniform.
Removing her `upper garments' meant that she'd be left in nothing but
her underpants. Stiffening her resolve, the high school girl removed her
jumper, shirt and bra, then slipped into the gown and tried to tie it
behind her.

In the meantime, from the other side of the screen Doctor Yamada was
lecturing Akane on the medical condition he was falsely diagnosing for
her. He wanted to make sure that she had the facts straight so that no
one would trip either of them up later. Akane dutifully repeated back
the things he asked her about.

Akane stepped out from behind the screen wearing the gown and her
underpants. She was quite unhappy about the way the gown gaped open
behind, showing both her back and her underpants, but she was also aware
from sources such as television and movies that this was traditional for
examination gowns. She walked over to the doctor when he motioned her
forward.

Speaking gently, Doctor Yamada instructed, "Please bend forward slightly
and rest your elbows on the desktop. That way I can get a good look at
your back."

Akane did so. She tried not to flinch as she felt him undo the ties on
the gown and open it. It was all the harder since her bent position
meant that the gown fell down to her sides, fully uncovering her below
the waist, and even exposing the lowermost curve of her breasts. Trying
to slow her breathing, Akane forcefully reminded herself that this man
was a doctor, and examining patients was part of his job.

Yamada sucked in a gasp as he saw the abused flesh of her ass around the
edges of her panties, a consequence of the examination which had not yet
occurred to Akane. Putting that aside for just a moment, he took his
time examining the mark on her upper back, tracing it lightly with his
finger. He found it quite hard to believe that such a thing could be
responsible for the strange condition from which she suffered.

Turning his attention back to her bottom, he gravely said, "According to
Ono, you're worried about what the boys at school might do if they
discover how weak you are."

Akane bit her lip. "Yes," she said quietly. "They're all perverts."

The doctor put a hand on her back. This would more than suffice to
prevent his patient from jumping up when she heard what he said next.
"From the condition of your, er, hips, I suspect that one or more have
already discovered this."

Akane started bawling as soon as he finished speaking. She couldn't help
herself - someone had guessed her terrible secret! She tried to stand
up, but the hand on her back prevented her. The only thing she could
think was that he wanted to examine her red bottom, and wanted to make
her hold still while he did so. Akane wasn't sure how to react, aside
from trying to stop her unintended crying. After all, she hadn't come
here to get *that* examined. Heck, she hadn't even wanted him to *know*
about it!

"I think I'd better take a closer look," Yamada said. "From the severity
of the marks, there might be damage. And it would be quite difficult for
you to see yourself." Making sure to continue holding her in place, he
took the waistband of her panties in his other hand and pulled them over
her hips, then down her legs and off over her feet. She had tried to
spread her legs to prevent him from pulling the garment past her thighs,
but he had easily overpowered her effort.

Akane wanted nothing more than to get up and run away from there. That
someone else now knew that she'd been whipped earlier, that he might
further guess that more had been done to her - she almost blacked out
from the sheer weight of the shame of someone knowing these things. What
was worse, he'd probably think it was all her fault, that she had asked
for it. He was examining the marks - she could feel his finger tracing
lightly along the line of the welts - how much would he guess from that?
Akane wondered why it had been necessary to take her underpants off
completely, but between her shame and her crying she didn't have much
attention to spare for it.

"You'd better let me put something on that," she heard the doctor say.
"Stay there." He walked away, and she unthinkingly obeyed the authority
in his voice. A few seconds after he came back she felt something cool
touch her bottom, and then his hand was slowly, gently rubbing it in.
"This will make it feel better," he told her.

It *did* feel better. The crying started to slow down, there being
nothing she could do to repair the damage - that he knew she had been
victimized. As the soothing strokes spread the cool balm into the welts
of her reddened ass, Akane realized that it was feeling a little *too*
good. Her face turned red to match her ass as her pussy moistened. She
hoped desperately that he wouldn't notice, even though her position
probably meant that he could see that part of her.

Doctor Yamada could in fact see. As his hands massaged the teenage
girl's ass, he pulled her hips and upper thighs toward the sides from
time to time, causing her petals to spread slightly in turn. This
revealed the glistening dew within, as well as releasing its heady
aroma. His massage went on considerably longer than necessary.

Akane was troubled to find herself growing increasingly aroused under
his ministrations, and prayed he would not comment on her physical
reaction. She wondered how long it took to be certain that the stuff he
used was fully rubbed in.

Yamada finally paused in his actions, but left his hands on her ass,
with the ends of his thumbs not far from her pussy. In fact, at the
moment when he chose to stop, the pressure of his thumbs was holding her
labia open a little. A considerable quantity of her fluid had gathered
between, and Akane's position made it quite visible.

Licking his lips, Yamada cleared his throat and said, "Forgive me,
Tendo-san. I know the memory must be painful, but as a doctor concerned
about your health I must ask. How many boys have raped you?"

The room spun around Akane from the shock of the blunt question. Why did
he need to know that? All she wanted was the excuse to get out of gym.
Okay, the stuff he had put on her bottom *had* made it feel better, and
she supposed he *might* be worried that they had done some other damage,
but ...

"I can't tell you," she whispered, sniffling. "I ... I can't."

"I see," the doctor said. "They have some sort of hold over you, I
suppose. Yes? But I didn't ask you to name names. I would like to assess
the potential damage. So please tell me how many."

Akane capitulated. "Seven," she answered with a small sob.

"All seven took you vaginally?" he asked for confirmation. Akane nodded
miserably. Then he asked, "And when did this happen? How long ago?"

"Wednesday," she whispered in a choking voice. "Two days ago. And ...
they've done some more things in the last two days."

"Were you a virgin before they raped you?"

Again Akane nodded miserably, unable to give voice to the answer.

"Have you been penetrated vaginally since Wednesday?" he inquired.

"No," she whispered, wondering why he was keeping her bent over the
desk. Not that she planned to try getting up. She didn't think she could
answer these questions if she were facing him. As she thought a little
more about her answer she hesitated, then asked, "Does m-my ... finger
count?"

Akane heard the astonishment in the doctor's voice. "You masturbated
after being raped? And inserted a finger in your vagina?"

Akane's face flamed scarlet. That wasn't what she had meant! Even ...
even if it *was* true. "I ... I meant that I ... I used my finger to ...
to clean myself out."

"Perhaps you did," Yamada replied, before pointing out, "but your red
face indicates that you did something else as well." He carefully
allowed a drop of cold disapproval to seep into his voice. "You couldn't
have found what those boys did all that devastating an experience if it
left you so horny you had to ... to do *that* to yourself later."

Akane was crying again, wanting to die of shame once more. How could she
explain that it hadn't been like that? Was she even certain herself?
Would the doctor she had counted on decide that she was a piece of trash
and refuse his aid?

Yamada sighed heavily, making sure that the girl heard it. "So. All
seven raped you vaginally. What else did they do? Both that day and
after?"

Through her tears, she asked, "Why ...?"

He interrupted. "Just answer the questions, Tendo-san. I'm the doctor
here. I need to know the details."

Akane didn't understand, but she submitted to his authority. "They ...
they spanked me. With a b-belt. Before they ... before they r-raped me.
Today too. And they made me, you know, with my mouth ..."

"They forced you to perform fellatio on them? All seven of them? Did you
swallow their semen? Or did they ejaculate outside your mouth?"

"All seven," she confirmed, voice hoarse. "I ... they made me swallow.
Except Gos- ... except the last. He ... I think he pulled out first. I
don't remember. I was com-" Akane came to an abrupt stop, then added, "I
don't remember."

"Why don't you remember?" Doctor Yamada pressed. "Did my ears deceive
me? Were you *really* about to say you were `coming'? That you were
having an orgasm at the point when this boy ejaculated?" He made his
voice stern, a little angry, and sharply demanded, "Answer me! Did you
have an orgasm while you were supposedly being raped?"

"It wasn't my fault!" Akane wailed. "They made me!" She dropped her face
to the desk's surface, burying it in her hands. With the way Yamada was
still holding her ass, this had the effect of causing her slit to spread
open wider.

"Bullshit!" the doctor exclaimed, deliberately cruel. "If you had an
orgasm, it was because you enjoyed it! Those boys probably screwed you
in the first place because they knew you wanted it."

"I didn't! I didn't!" Akane sobbed brokenly.

"No?" Yamada sneered. He took one hand off her ass and cupped her sex,
sliding a finger along her wet slit. "Then why is your pussy gushing
like a fountain when you talk about it?"

"It ... no! ... you've got it wrong!" she cried.

"I don't think so," the man who was now fingering her pussy said. "And
I'm going to prove it!"

With that he grabbed Akane's shoulder and pulled her upright. Seizing
the collar of her gown with his other hand, he tore it off and tossed it
aside, leaving her nude. Spinning the helplessly weakened girl around,
he pushed her down so that she was lying on her back on the desk. With
that Yamada took hold of her wrists, quickly circled his desk, and
pulled Akane across it further until her shoulders were at the edge and
her head was hanging in the air beyond.

"Stop!" Akane cried.

"Not until I prove my point!" the doctor told her fiercely, tugging down
his zipper. His erect cock sprang free, slapping Akane in the forehead.
Yamada pushed her head down further, forced her mouth open, and shoved
himself deep within.

None of the other boys had forced Akane to take their pricks so far into
her mouth. It felt like he was trying to enter her throat! Her nose was
pressed into his balls! She started to gag and choke, but he ignored the
noises. Yamada pulled back and then shoved forward again. He proceeded
to fuck her mouth, each thrust slapping his sack against her nose and
forehead.

The man's hands easily held the struggling girl on the desk while his
cock raped her mouth. He grabbed her shaking tits and mauled them,
squeezing hard. He rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger, then
pulled up on them, stretching her tits into cones.

After a few minutes Yamada managed to get hold of himself, and slowed
down. While doing something of this sort had occurred as an idle fantasy
after Ono talked to him, and he'd decided to go through with it from the
moment he saw how pretty the girl was and confirmed her weakness, he
hadn't planned to be quite so violent. He pumped his cock into her mouth
more slowly, not so deeply. He caressed her tits, staying away from the
nipples, not sure how much he might have hurt them. He moved one hand
further down her body, brushing it through her triangle of hair, then
pushing between the thighs she tried to hold closed.

The doctor played with her pussy, a task made easier by how well
lubricated it had been to start with. He was careful to cause no further
pain, trying to stimulate instead. The girl was crying around his cock,
and her thighs were still pressed together around his hand, but he felt
her clitoris grow hard under his attention.

As the man continued to play, Akane's hips began an involuntary motion,
matching his strokes. Her thighs were no longer clenched together so
hard. Until she noticed. Then she stilled the motion and tried to pull
away from his hand. It didn't work of course. And before long her ass
was moving in rhythm with his finger again, and little moans she
couldn't hold back were coming out of her mouth around his intruding
prick.

As his finger pressed a little into her slick, tight hole, Yamada
wondered if it was still sore from her gang rape. Since she hadn't
pulled away from the touch, he assumed that the pleasure he was forcing
on her was overwhelming any pain which might be present. He wondered how
it would feel to have his cock inside that sixteen year old pussy. His
initial plan had only called for making her take him in her mouth.

The man's lust started getting the better of him. The fact that the girl
was whimpering around his cock instead of sucking on it simply made the
decision easier. Pulling out of her mouth, he circled the desk again
before she realized what he was about. Yamada grabbed Akane's thighs and
pulled her ass to that edge of the desk, then forced her legs apart.

"No!" Akane screamed. "Not again! Please, God, no! Don't!" She tried to
lift herself up. Tried to get her hands on him to push him away.

Yamada put his left hand on her right boob and shoved Akane back down to
the desk, holding her there. His prick pressed against the slippery
folds between her legs.

"Help! Somebody! Rape!" Akane screamed.

"Yell all you want," Doctor Yamada told her conversationally, pausing in
his attack. "This building empties fast after five on a Friday. It's
close to six. The only one likely to hear you is the janitor. He's
sixty, and I happen to know he's a terrible pervert. If he comes to
investigate he'll most likely want to fuck you himself. So scream ... if
you want him to join in."

"Please ... don't do this," she cried.

In answer Yamada sank himself to the hilt inside Akane's tight, wet
cunt. They groaned in unison, each for their own reason. Akane stopped
fighting and covered her eyes with a forearm. She knew that there was
nothing more she could do, except endure until her new rapist was
finished with her. She wondered what she could possibly have done to
deserve everything which had happened.

Yamada hadn't felt anything this good in a long time, sliding slowly in
and out of the teenage pussy. He lifted the hand which wasn't occupied
with holding her down, placed it where they were joined, and resumed his
stimulation. The girl under him groaned again at the sensations his
fingers aroused, but couldn't get away or do anything to stop him.
Yamada took delight in watching her squirm, trying not to moan. He loved
the way that her wet heat was gripping his cock as he slowly screwed her
on the desktop.

Akane lay there, filled with conflict. She hated this man for what he
had done, taking advantage of her trust in order to rape her. The way he
had brutalized her at the start, ravaging her mouth and inflicting pain
on her breasts, had cemented that hatred. But before that he had almost
been another person, treating her gently and soothing the pain from
Michio's whipping. Now his fingers were caressing her skillfully,
ignoring her useless attempts to push them away, forcing physical
pleasure on her just like the boys had done at the end of her rape two
days ago.

Akane was beginning to fear that she might have an orgasm, just like
that day. If she did, though, this time it would happen during the act
of rape itself, while her vagina was filled by a penis. The teenage girl
definitely didn't want that to happen, and was desperately trying to
suppress her arousal. She tried imagining Kuno naked. Ranma's father.
Even Happosai. Although the last made her shudder, none of it helped.
She could no longer hold back the moans, and her ass was moving in
rhythm with the cock inside her.

The feeling of that cock, of the act of intercourse, was the strangest
thing of all for her. It didn't hurt like the original rape. Akane
didn't know how to describe to herself how it felt. She was trying hard
not to acknowledge that her body was feeling pleasure from the action,
but deep down she knew it was true. She hated the man, hated that he was
doing this to her, but if it was Ranma instead ... God how Akane wished
she could feel Ranma doing this to her!

The doctor, alternately grinning and gritting his teeth in ecstasy,
watched his patient lying there on the desk. She was really into it now,
he was thinking, moaning and fucking back at him. He eased up a bit with
his fingers, not wanting her to come before he did, and was amused to
see the girl lift her ass for a moment, as if seeking the missing
stimulation. /Time to get down to business/, he thought. Taking a firmer
grip on her thighs, the man began pumping himself vigorously in and out
of her cunt.

In resignation, Akane finally accepted that she was about to climax, and
there was nothing she could do to stop it. As a way to deal with the
mental anguish of that coming event, she tried to imagine that it was
Ranma who was doing this to her. Ranma who was standing between her
legs. Ranma's cock which was inside her, causing those feelings. Ranma
...

With a crash, her orgasm broke over her. Akane's back arched, lifting
her stomach off the desk and pushing herself harder onto Yamada's
manhood. Her throat released a raw cry of ecstasy. Her fingers curled
and uncurled repeatedly.

The sight pushed Yamada over the edge. With a shouted "Yes!" he rammed
himself as far into her as he could. His cock spasmed, pumping his seed
deep into the girl, so much of it that he was almost in pain. Several
seconds passed before he could finally relax enough to pull back,
sliding his now limp member out of her. The doctor watched, transfixed,
as a blob of whitish goo built up at her entrance, then trickled down
across her ass and dripped to the carpet.

Zipping himself up, Doctor Yamada clinically stated, "I guess I proved
my point. You enjoy being fucked, even when you try to pretend that it's
rape. It's obvious how much you want it."

Akane rolled over onto her side, keeping her face hidden. The words cut
deep into her. /It's not true!/ she screamed inside. /I didn't want it!/
At the same time, the inexperienced girl was having trouble reconciling
this with the fact that she had climaxed - more than that, she had
climaxed *while* she was being raped.

"I ... I didn't want it," she whispered with a sob. "I c-couldn't help
it!"

"I'm a doctor," Yamada said, lying for his own amusement. "Women don't
have orgasms as easily as men. You wouldn't have an orgasm unless you
wanted the sex. Unless you enjoyed it."

Akane shivered, telling herself over and over that this was a lie.
Trying to will herself to believe that he was wrong, even though he was
a doctor, and so knew a lot more about sex than she did. As a gesture of
defiance she exclaimed bitterly, "Fuck you!"

"You already did," he chortled. He grabbed her and yanked her up
unceremoniously. "Now get off my desk before you leak all over it. Go on
and get dressed. I need to get your excuse."

Akane barely paid attention beyond the words "get dressed." She ran
naked for the screen, picking up her panties on the way. There she
pulled on her clothes so fast she risked tearing them. Coming out from
behind the screen, she ran for the office door.

The doctor's voice from behind her called, "Don't you want your gym
excuse, Tendo-san?"

Akane paused with her hand on the door handle. Without that excuse, she
was in danger of having everyone at school learn of her weakness. Of
having events like this occur continuously. That excuse was her whole
reason for being here. To leave without it would mean she had paid this
terrible price for nothing. Slowly she turned around, but couldn't bring
herself to approach the desk.

He was holding a piece of paper. "It's exactly what we talked about. You
want this, don't you?"

Resenting her need with every fiber of her being, Akane nodded. She
couldn't stop herself from exclaiming, angrily, "I thought you were
Doctor Tofu's friend!"

Her tormentor raised his eyebrows. "More of an acquaintance, really. We
got to talking one day, at the hospital, about the effects of certain
herbs on heart rhythm. We share a few words in passing now and then, but
that's about it." His face grew serious again.

"A word of warning," Doctor Yamada told her. "If you mention anything
that happened today to Doctor Ono, or to anyone, I will contact the
school and tell them that this note is a fake. So you're not going to
tell anyone, are you?"

Gritting her teeth, trying not to give her newest rapist the
satisfaction of seeing her weep further, Akane shook her head from side
to side.

"Good." He stood up and walked slowly toward her, holding the paper well
out in front.

Akane snatched it from him as soon as it was in reach. She spun around,
yanked open the door and rushed out into the hall.

Before she could disappear, the doctor called out, smugly, "I'll see you
on Friday the 14th next month, at the same time, for your next
appointment."

Akane turned around, glaring. She literally hissed, "If you think for
one second I'm coming back here ..."

He interrupted, amused. "You have to. If you read that note, you'll see
it mentions the possibility of recovery. It only excuses you for one
month. If you don't get it renewed, you'll have to start taking gym
classes again."

Akane stared at the piece of paper as if it might bite her.

"Wear something sexy when you come back," Yamada said with a smile. "And
just so we're clear, you're going to have appointments with me late on a
Friday afternoon once each month. And at every one of those
appointments, I'll only write you the new note after you spread your
legs for me. Have a nice day, and I'll see you in December!"

She was now staring at Doctor Yamada in horror. The sight of him was cut
off as he closed the door in her face. Trying to catch her breath, Akane
folded the slip of paper and put it in her bag. She left the waiting
room slowly, her mind in a fog. She descended the stairs, and exited
through the main door. Walking toward home, her pace gradually
increased. Before long she was running full out, her short hair whipping
around her ears, her tears sliding off the back of her cheeks to fall to
the sidewalk behind her.

                               o - o - o

Sitting in the furo that night, Akane had her arms wrapped around her
knees, pressing her legs close to her chest. She was trying to come to
terms with the catastrophic wreck her life had become, and not
succeeding very well. The doctor to whom she had gone for help had raped
her. She wondered if there was any man alive to whom she would ever
again dare to reveal her condition. Well, there *was* one, come to think
of it. Ranma. Suffering from the weakness moxibustion himself, he at
least ought to understand part of what she was going through. Whether he
would ever accept that she was no longer pure was another question.

At least the experience at the doctor's office hadn't left her so
horribly sore again. As near as Akane could tell, her privates hurt
about as much right now as they had when she woke up that morning. Her
bottom was hurting her a lot more just at the moment, although it was
bearable. Hopefully she could avoid any further attacks for the rest of
the weekend, and have a chance to finish recovering.

She had thought and thought about the circumstances in which she was
trapped, her mind going in circles. Seeking any way out. Well, there was
*one* fairly obvious way out. But despite how terrible things were right
now, Akane found herself reluctant to take her own life. She needed
something else, some plan which would stop these beasts in their tracks.
Some plan which would leave them unable to publish the photographs and
so ruin her life. Some plan which would exact a terrible revenge upon
them.

But no matter how hard she tried to come up with such a plan, she was
unable to think of anything. Which meant, for the time being at least,
it seemed that she had no choice except to suffer these violations.

Akane shivered at the thought of the word "violation." She knew what was
coming next week. Having given her the chance to heal, the vermin who
had started this would insist on sex. Intercourse. And she would have no
choice except to give in.

She had thought about that a lot as well. She wanted to fight them. Beat
them into bloody pulps. Tear them limb from limb. But she couldn't.
Whatever she might *wish* would happen, wishing alone wasn't going to
achieve anything, and Akane didn't want to find herself on the receiving
end of Michio's belt ever again. And that meant, no matter how much she
hated the thought, that she would have to cooperate. She would have to
do as she was told. She would have to submit to their lusts and sick
perversions.

This didn't mean she had to enjoy it. In fact, Akane promised herself
that she would despise every minute of everything they made her do. She
wouldn't even bother to hide it - well, maybe, if they threatened to
punish her. She thought the latter unlikely. Most of them would probably
take sick pleasure in seeing how much she hated what they were doing to
her. Except maybe that disgusting sleaze Michio. So ... she would do as
she was told, while hating it all the while, and letting them see her
hatred.

But giving in didn't mean giving up. She was going to continue looking
for a way out. They might have her trapped for the moment. They might be
able to command her to surrender to their perverted lusts for now. But
one day she was going to find a way to turn the tables. One day they
were going to discover the terrible price they would pay for what they
had done. That thought helped to sustain her, to keep her sane while
accepting what she would let them do.

Akane just hoped her body wouldn't betray her again, like this
afternoon. If she had to allow herself to be raped, she didn't want her
body to take pleasure in it. Their abuse of her should involve nothing
but suffering, plain and simple. Akane climbed out of the tub, reaching
for her towel. While drying she ordered herself, sternly, to pay more
attention to her reactions from now on, and never let herself get
aroused by anything those assholes did ever again.

                               o - o - o

Akane was on her hands and knees on the roof of the school, stark naked.
One boy knelt behind her, his cock thrusting in and out of her sopping
wet pussy. Another boy knelt in front of her, and she was sucking hard
on his prick, feeling it slide over her tongue as she moved her mouth
back and forth along it. The other five were gathered around, having
already taken their pleasure or waiting their turns.

She was working frantically, knowing that class was due to start any
minute, and all of the boys would insist on taking her in both the mouth
and cunt before they released her. She was using her lips and tongue as
best she could on one cock, while rocking her hips urgently to stimulate
the other. The one in front pulled out and sprayed his cum on her face,
after which he was immediately replaced by another boy. The one behind
lasted several more strokes before filling her with his load, and then
he, too, was replaced.

For some reason the day was not at all cold - a lucky thing for the nude
girl. In fact the sun was quite bright, which had the side effect of
making her feel all the more exposed. As she worked hard to make two
more boys cum, a flash of light signaled that another photograph had
been taken. Somewhere above her a voice said coolly, "Five minutes."

More jism coated her face; it seemed that none of them wanted her to
swallow any today. Some of the boys behind were also pulling out. As a
result, not only did she have semen leaking out from inside her, but
more had been directly plastered on her ass, thighs, and even in her
pubic hair.

"Two minutes."

The boy behind her grunted, shooting his cum along the crack of her ass,
and another entered her pussy. The boy in front dumped one more load all
over her face, and no one took his place.

"One minute."

Akane redoubled her efforts, slamming her ass back to meet the boy's
thrusts, wondering how she was ever going to have enough time to dress.
At last he yanked himself out, and she felt more gunk landing on her
mound and thighs. He stood up, quickly doing his pants. There was one
last flash from the camera, recording her defiled state.

"Let's run!" the leader called out. "We've only got half a minute."
Their feet pounded through the door and down the staircase.

Akane leapt to her feet in panic, looking around frantically. Her panic
shot up by an order of magnitude when she saw no sign of her uniform, or
any of her clothing. Naked she ran this way and that across the bare
roof, but found nothing. Knowing that there was no time to spare, she
grabbed the door, but it failed to open. Akane pulled and pulled, but it
seemed to be stuck fast.

Almost ready to have a heart attack, she took a closer look at the door.
She finally saw the sign which read, "Please use other entrance,"
together with an arrow. Looking to the side, she saw the other door.
Grabbing it she pulled it open easily, running inside and jumping down
the staircase.

/But I don't remember the tower having two doors/, she thought to
herself, puzzled even in her panic.

Unable to find any sign of her clothes, Akane did the only thing she
could and ran to her classroom. Or she tried to. For some reason she
could barely move her legs, and found herself running in slow motion.
Through the halls of the school. Naked. With semen all over her.

Just as the classroom door came into sight, the bell finally rang,
signaling the start of the period. Not knowing what else to do, Akane
opened the door and walked in, trying to act as if nothing at all odd
was going on. Everyone, literally everyone, was staring at her. Every
boy in the class broke into spontaneous applause.

"If you're through showing off, Tendo-san," the teacher said, "perhaps
you would step up to the front of the room?"

Akane walked up an aisle between desks where her classmates sat, knowing
that the boys were enjoying the sight, especially the sway of her cum
covered ass cheeks. She walked up to the blackboard, then turned around
to face the class. Her hands were clasped behind her back. Akane had no
idea why she wasn't covering herself. Every eye in the room was trained
on her nude body, noting the dripping residue of spunk coating her face,
her pubic hair and her thighs.

She was certain that her face was bright red.

"Would you care to explain why you were late, Tendo-san?" the teacher
asked.

"I ... I'd rather not," Akane admitted quietly.

The man crossed his arms and rephrased the question as a command. "Tell
the class why your were late, Tendo-san."

Akane obeyed the teacher. "I was late getting to class because I was
busy on the roof being fucked by several boys. The last one came less
than a minute before the bell."

The girls in the class tittered, while the boys all drooled.

"Is that *all* you were doing?" drawled the teacher, just a little
lasciviously.

"Er, no," Akane was forced to confess. "I also gave blowjobs to all of
them. But they came on my face instead of letting me swallow."

Everyone in the class laughed at her, and Akane blushed even more hotly
as she realized how that had sounded.

The teacher shook his head and sighed. "In future, try not to let your
extracurricular activities interfere with class time. Please apologize
to the class for causing a disturbance by being late for such a reason."

Akane bent her head forward slightly, casting her eyes down. The
movement caused some drops of semen to fall off of her face onto the
floor, and she focused her gaze on the wet spots. "I'm very sorry for
wasting everyone's time by being late, just because I was busy getting
fucked and giving blowjobs. I promise I'll try to finish sooner next
time."

"Very well," the teacher said, looking stern. "But you still must be
punished. Come over here and bend over the desk."

Biting her lower lip, Akane stepped around to the front of the desk,
then turned her back to the class. Bending over, she lay her front
across the desk and took hold of the further edge. The teenage girl was
achingly aware that this put her pussy on display for all of her
classmates. As if to emphasize her shame, she felt a blob of jism ooze
out of her passage and slide down over her clit.

With nervous eyes, she watched the teacher pick up a ruler at the
blackboard, then march around behind her. She trembled at the thought
that the entire class was about to watch her get a spanking on her naked
bottom, during which all of her most private parts would be completely
on display. The fact that everything was covered in spunk was just the
icing on the cake.

The ruler swished through the air. It struck her ass with a sharp
*crack*. Akane jumped at the impact ...

... and found herself jumping out of bed and landing on the floor. She
blinked several times, reorienting herself, recognizing her bedroom. The
dream started to fade, in the way that dreams do, although she still
remembered most of it quite well. It was a pretty disturbing memory, to
say the least.

Akane slowly picked herself up off the floor and sat on her bed. As she
did so, she could not help but notice that her pussy had that special
moist feeling. She buried her face in her hands. /Oh God/, she mourned,
/now my own dreams are molesting me! What more could go wrong?/.

Taking note of the time, she decided that she might as well get up.
Remembering that today was Saturday, Akane took what little comfort she
could in the knowledge that there were two days to go before she had to
return to school.

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Note from H. Saotome, 2009-06-13: Chapter posted on original site.

Note, 2009-09-11: Chapter posted on asstr.org.

Note, 2009-11-14: Reformatted for both HTML and plain text.