Chapter 3

Shampoo moaned her misery to the darkness. She was parched and her hands ached. They were squashed against the rough floor, but no matter how much she turned and twist, she couldn’t roll on her side to relieve the pressure. The skin underneath the leather straps itched horribly and she could feel thick drops of sweat fall from under them. And a horrible think piece of leather was biting deeply the sensitive flesh of her sex.

It was the proper thing to do: try to kill the slaver. It had been an act of bravery and fierceness, fitting of a warrior. Akane’s death at her hands-or paws-would ensure Ranma could not take revenge on Nujiezu. And given the circumstances, Shampoo could defend her actions. Ranma would learn of Akane’s perverted ways, be glad she was gone and marry her! She wouldn’t mind him tying her up a little…

Reality imposed itself with a vengeance. Her pussy pulsated with a new wave of discomfort and her hand started prickling painfully. Moaning, Shampoo stared wild-eyed at the darkness. She had underestimated Akane.  She had thought the girl was bluffing, trying to intimidate her with a hollow front. Even after been tied up like a pig to sacrifice, Shampoo thought the violent tom-boy would return soon to release her. But she hadn’t and Shampoo didn’t know when this agony would end.  She strained to listen for any sign of movement outside of the cell, but her own panting breath and racing heart thwarted all efforts.

Half maddened by it all, Shampoo screamed at the top of her lungs and arched her back, trying to put enough strain on the straps to snap them. They bite the flesh even harder. After a moment, she slumped exhausted in the hard floor. The straps loosened. Shampoo blinked owlishly at the strange sensation stirred on her pussy.  She arched her back again, and the leather pressed harder. She relaxed and the strap loosened.  A moan of relief slipped her lips and she started repeating the motion, scratching the itch on her burning sex with the movement of the strap.

The Nujiezu believed building sexual tension increased fierceness in battle and improved endurance. Only at the beginning of new seasons, in the context of celebrations, the reproductively active members of the tribe could play with sex. They traded partners, had trios and even held orgies. The rest of the year, married Nujiezu could only have sex with their partners for reproductive purposes. Masturbation was strictly forbidden to the young all year long.

 Shampoo had been taught everything about masturbation so she knew what was to be avoided.  Applying pressure to the pussy till it got moist and pulsated was, for example, one of the activities on the forbidden list. She dimly wondered, as the itching and burning was replaced by a warm pulsating feeling, if she should stop fooling around with the strap. She reminded herself bitterly of how the Council had stripped her of her rank. If she was no longer a Nujiezu warrior, Shampoo could masturbate all she freacking wanted.

Metal grazed metal, something clicked and Shampoo reflexively closed her eyes. The door creaked open. She heard the clicking sound of Akane’s boots and the door been closed and locked again. She started working on the strap more frantically, hoping to finish before anything else happened.

Cold hands slipped under her sweaty back. There was a click and the pressure on her pussy loosened slightly. There was some pain as the strap was pulled away. Shampoo’s eyes snapped open and fixed fervently on the vapid visage of Akane.  

“You’re not allowed to do this.” She said.

“Is so now!” Shampoo wailed. “Let finish!”

“No.”

Shampoo moaned bitterly.

Akane inspected the leather strap she had just peeled off the girl’s sex. It was wet and sticky, whitened slightly by the natural lubricant produced by aroused women.  She loosened the belt keeping Shampoo’s ankle-cuffs together. The Amazon immediately kicked her legs loose and crossed one over the other. She started to squeeze. Akane forced her legs apart.

“I’m sorry.”

She apologized before she could stop herself, unable to stay indifferent in the face of Shampoo’s anguished eyes. Cologne had refused to let her come sooner and waved off with a nasty smile her concerns about the leather strip causing injury. She knew what the strap would do to Shampoo and also that Akane would have to stop it. The Amazon’s first orgasm had to be at the hands of her slaver to accomplish some weird sort of imprinting. Akane had a deep respect for old people but she cursed Cologne bitterly as she had to force Shampoo’s legs apart again.

Akane helped the Amazon back to her feet and led her towards the table. She stared a moment at her body, held tight by the harness and covered in a thin sheet of sweat. The leather creaked as Shampoo’s heaving chest strained against it. Akane slid a finger alongside the strap travelling from her neck to her hips, feeling the warm wet skin underneath.

It was important for a BDSM Martial Artist to know how their weapons worked and what effects they had on their opponents.   Akane had usually practiced on Ranma and P-chan but sometimes that wasn’t possible. Her husband had always refused to wear any kind of “weird crap” and some devices couldn’t be used on the patient P-chan. That left only herself as test subject.

Akane had hated the harness. It was designed to remind the user of its presence with every movement and intake of breath. And it worked all too well. She had taken it off as soon as the training session was over. Strangely, the knowledge Shampoo had been wearing it for hours and depended entirely on her to remove it didn’t conquer Akane’s sympathy. It stirred her arousal. Perhaps, the afternoon Cologne had just made her spent watching fetish porn had something to do with the disturbing reaction.

“Oh, please…”

Akane froze at the plaintive plead and realized her wandering hand had taken residence on the girl’s crotch. Her expert fingers were caressing the tenderized sex. She removed her hand and apologized again, cringing as she did. Shampoo’s first orgasm would be a turning point in their lives. It had to be perfect. Akane was willing to wait for the sake of that perfection. Shampoo would have to as well.

“I want your first time to be special.” She said. “It’ll be worth it, believe me.”

“Aiyahh…”

Akane rummaged through her bag and removed a set of hobble chains and tiny padlocks. She knelt and attached the ends of a length of chain to the D rings on the sides of Shampoo’s ankle cuffs. She attached the second length of chain on a small ring on the choker around Shampoo’s neck.

“I’ll take you to the bathroom, so you can wash yourself.  And maybe use the toilet.” She said and removed a black silk scarf from the bag. “I…I’ve got to cover your eyes. I’ll take it off as soon as we reach the bathroom, I promise.”

“I know where we, Akane. It Neko Hanten basement. Nothing to hide…”

The Amazon grumbled darkly but she didn’t struggle as the cloth was pulled over her eyes. The use of the blindfold was not driven by some cruel whim. It was the result of Cologne’s teachings. The old woman had managed to disturb Akane deeply with the sharing of certain details regarding Nujiezu society.

The Joketsuzoku believed that surviving each day was proof of one’s worth and to die was to reach one’s limits. Thus the idea of having Laws to protect the interests or lives of individuals was an aberrant concept that, if put to practice, would threaten the balance of the world and plunge it into chaos. Nujiezu warriors moved like one to protect their land.  But as individuals they were a distrustful and treacherous bunch who excelled at bullying and backstabbing each other.

Shampoo had seen friends been stabbed by friends, sisters maiming sisters and children beating other children to an inch of their lives. She called it a ‘game’ of which she didn’t want to be a part of and developed a strategy to avoid it. She was respectful and attentive to her betters and stayed mostly indifferent to those who were inferior. Shampoo avoided getting involved in complicated matters, such as politics, economy or war. And when someone misunderstood her easy-going nature and apparent docility for weakness and cowardice, Shampoo retaliated insults or attacks in a most vicious away.

Strategically, the girl’s approach was perfect. Staying in the peripheries ensured little was gain with her death and the displayed brutality against attackers- made possible by skill and talent- deterred social bullying and harassment. But it had also helped develop a most disturbing habit. Cologne lamented Shampoo was trustful and confident to a fault.  Akane differed. Shampoo didn’t trust others. She trusted on her inconspicuousness and ability to intimidate.

Shampoo was in the center of everyone’s attention now and her foes could not be intimidated. Ironically, that put her in the perfect position to learn about real trust. Hindered and blinded, she would still reach their destination safely. Akane would make sure of that.

 “Okay…” Akane said with a smile and grabbed the chain attached to Shampoo’s collar. 

“Let’s go! “

She walked towards the door but the chain pulled taunt. Shampoo stepped back a little, fidgeting nervously.  

“What?”

 “I…Is no one out there, no? Like Ukyo…or Mousse…?”

“Of course not. It’s just us. Something else?”

Shampoo shook her head and they walked together to the door. Akane unlocked it and stepped outside. True to her words, the small room was empty, saved for a lone table at the opposite wall and a flight of stairs.

Akane led Shampoo towards the stairs, keeping a close eye on her in case she tripped. The Amazon was shivering a little in the cold air and walked awkwardly, probably studying the limits of the chain fixed between her legs. Akane didn’t rush her and just kept a few paces ahead. 

Shampoo was a hard trained warrior. She could walk on cuffed hands if necessary. It was not the chain hindering her steps what forced her to stop every few seconds. It was the chain pulling at her neck. All of her rebelled against the unpleasant experience of been led around like a dog in imposed darkness. Her muscles were tense as a bow-string and she was having problems to control the urge to flee.

“This’s… really weird, isn’t it?”

Akane’s voice floated in the darkness and Shampoo recognized on it some of the old Akane. She sighed mournfully.

“Too too weird…I no like it.”

Akane sighed and the pull on the chain slackened slightly.

“I wish things would have ended differently.”

“Everyone say that and all keep keys to Shampoo’s chains…”

“I couldn’t understand at first. I was…horrified too. But then it all became a little clearer. I just hope you get to understand too, Shampoo. I’ll…try my best to help.”

“You a bad person, Tendo Akane.”

Akane flushed in anger at that and stopped abruptly. Even though the Amazon could not see her, she got right on her face.

“Your stupid family’s threatening mine!” She snarled. “I’m not the bad guy here! And don’t speak again unless I tell you!”

Akane marched faster towards the bathroom, ignoring Shampoo as she stumbled along.  Their situation was terrifying, but most of the initial horror and fear had dispelled over the long weeks. Akane had trained very hard to fulfill the requirements of the oral peace-treaty between the Nujiezu and Ranma.  It was just natural certain things didn’t affect her so bad anymore.

She liked having control over another person, a small voice accused within her.  Akane hurried to deny it. Her body was finding the experience arousing, but body and mind were not the same. The whole BDSM Martial Art style and the training techniques held within the Book of Principles of the Yang and Ying were based on body manipulation as means of breaking and submitting the spirit.  The fact her body was turned on by Shampoo’s helplessness didn’t’ make her a bad person.    

Akane swung the door to the bathroom open, stormed inside and yanked Shampoo in. The door was slammed shut again. She let the Amazon be for a moment and marched to the bathtub to open the shower tap.  

Akane sighed and leaned a little over the tub, waiting for the water to warm. This was not her fault. Ranma had stolen some food in the middle of nowhere and two years later, Akane and her family were being stalked by a dangerous mob of Chinese barbarians threatening to kill them all. She was just trying to clean after his mess.

Ranma should have married Shampoo. The Nujiezu had an ancient culture rich in knowledge of the Martial Arts. The weakest of their children could easily beat the better of the average on the rest of the world. Akane could easily imagine him living happily the rest of his life among them. They even offered other girls if Shampoo was not good enough…

But Shampoo, the most beautiful girl Akane had ever met, was rejected. The opportunity to learn ancient and secret Martial Art techniques was lost. Ranma had even gone a step further: he had threatened to face the dangerous Nujiezu in a futile battle to the death. And she, Akane Tendo, was the reason behind his insane decisions. Ranma loved her. And Akane loved him too. Love was not a crime. And the world be damn, she was not going to feel guilty for defending hers. 

Akane walked to Shampoo and led her to the tub. Cologne had hooked a chain in the wall between the tabs. On its end was fixed a plastic choker. She grabbed and fastened it snugly around the Amazon’s neck. 

“Why you keep putting things?!”  Shampoo snapped sharply, startling Akane. “I no move already!”

“Don’t yell at me!”

Akane screamed back and swirled her around so she could untie the blindfold and unfasten the leather choker.  She unbuckled the rest of the harness. Shampoo sighed deeply as the hateful thing was peeled off of her. Akane knelt and removed the leather cuffs trapping her ankles. Her hands were released a moment later.

Shampoo turned to face her, massaging her sore hands sullenly. Akane removed the bull-whip strapped at the thick belt of her leather dress. Its tail uncoiled like a snake to the tile floor, creaking and caressing the dark high heel boots. Shampoo stared at Akane straight in the eyes, unafraid and defiant.   

“Get into the tub.” Akane instructed in a quivering voice. “Do not touch the tabs, Shampoo. Try and I’ll hit you with it.”

Shampoo climb calmly into the tub. Forgetting for the moment about chains and whips and mean Akane, the Amazon stretched with a smile under the rushing water. Her bones cracked and a pleasant prickling spread over her tense muscles. Her skin was purged of sweat and dirt.  Shampoo faced the shower, enjoying the caress of the warm water on her face. Her hands worked on releasing her hair from its elaborate confinement and allowed it to hang freely down her back. Mindful of the issued warning, Shampoo kept her hands away from tabs as she reached for a bottle of shampoo. 

Content under the water and easily able to ignore the plastic collar around her neck and its restricting chain, Shampoo reflected for a moment. Three days ago, she had been racing through Nerima in her bike, delivering perverted hybrids of the Chinese and Japanese cuisine to the natives. Life was good and a bright future awaited her next to a man she loved. But it seemed that was not to be.

Great-grandmother’s strange behavior over the last months suddenly made lots of sense. The old woman had been talking a lot about changes and the opportunities they brought. She kept throwing around cliché phrases such as: ‘when a door closes, a window opens’ or ‘what doesn’t kill you makes you wiser’. She had lectured her non-stop about duty and self-sacrifice and the importance of safeguarding the greater good.  

Shampoo scowled darkly at the memories. She had feared Cologne would do something extreme, like facing an unknown danger alone to protect some obscure interest of the tribe. How could she have guessed all that bullshit about self-sacrifice was meant to prepare her to make a huge self-sacrifice?

But despite the hatred Shampoo currently felt for the old woman, she pondered carefully on the advices and lectures received. Cologne had survived more than a hundred years in turmoil times, after all. There was a lot to learn from someone like her. Shampoo no longer had the love and support of her people. That door was closed. Permanently. Perhaps life in Nerima was the opened window?

 Her eyes travelled lazily across the bathroom and came to rest in the jealous guardian standing next to the tub. Life was so unfair. Akane was an aggressive and self-centered brat. She was incompetent in the battlefield, in the training hall and an absolute criminal in the kitchen. She had declared only hatred for Ranma. Still he had chosen her. Maybe it was something sexual. The Japanese were a lustful lot and Akane was proving not to be the exception.

Shampoo’s eyes roamed up and down the girl’s body, tightly wrapped in leather and latex. The dark materials accentuated her sinuous curves, leading the eye to the most beautiful parts of her anatomy. Akane wasn’t nearly as square and flat as the ugly dresses she wore made her look. Or perhaps it was the leather dress and corset that tricked the eye and added form and power to a plain looking body?

“You…like what you see…slave?”

Shampoo considered the question cautiously.  That leather corset thrust Akane’s breasts out like a pair of bulging melons. They were round like cannon balls, heavy, and intimidating. Her body had some muscle on it and the skin looked smooth and clean. She stood straight and superbly showing off her leather clap body in a wanton display of sexual power. Shampoo swallowed and glanced up to her face. It was as red as a tomato and the corners of Akane’s mouth quivered, straining to maintain a smirk…

Akane scowled as Shampoo smiled haughtily and stretched with feline grace under the rushing water.  The usual scorn gleamed on her eyes. Cologne and Ranma had assured her she looked impressive with her outfit. Shampoo seemed to differ. A familiar surge of dejected hatred filled Akane. Resentment was a dangerous emotion for someone in her position, but at the moment, she didn’t care.

Shampoo blinked when the water stopped running. Akane threw a towel at her face and commanded her drily to dry off and get out of the tub. She quickly obeyed. When her feet touch the ground, Akane pushed her roughly against the tile wall.

“Put your hands behind your back.”

“Why you mad?”

“Do as I say!”

Shampoo placed her hands behind her back. Akane dropped the bull whip, afraid to fall in the temptation of using it and knelt to pick the leather cuffs. She cinched them tightly around Shampoo’s wrists and ankles. She picked the harness. Shampoo stiffened at the sound of belts and buckles and tried to turn around. Akane placed a hand at the nape of her neck and pushed her gently, but firmly, back against the tiles. The Amazon complained bitterly as the leather harness was fitted on her again.  Akane took certain satisfaction on cinching the belts tight.

“I should do something worst, you know.” She said coldly, removing the plastic choker around Shampoo’s neck. “You’re not supposed to talk without permission! And don’t look at me like…You’ve got to show me respect!”

After a short visit to the toilet and with the blindfold set in place, Akane led Shampoo out and down the corridor to the staircase. The fact they were going down now made her a little nervous so Shampoo was sent in the front. The Amazon climbed down and chatted calmly on the way. 

“Great-grandmother say she give Shampoo to you and to Ranma. Too true, yes?”

“Yes…But he isn’t going to touch you until I’m done, so forget it.”  

“Afraid he like Shampoo too too much?”

“No. He just doesn’t have the balls to do this.”

“What you mean he no have balls?!”. 

Akane hurried to get on the lead once they were down in the basement. She picked up the pace and Shampoo trotted behind her.  The heavy steel door that led to the Amazon’s prison was swung opened and they walked inside. She switched the light and led Shampoo to the chain and collar fixed in the far wall.

“Akane, what you mean Ranma no have balls!?”

“It’s just a manner of speech, Shampoo…”

“Ahhh…I no get it.”

“It means he doesn’t have courage.” Akane explained wearily, fixing the iron collar around Shampoo’s neck and removing the blindfold.

“Courage…Same courage it take hitting child or kicking small dog, yes?”

“Whatever.”

Akane felt physically and emotionally spent. It was late, she had to wake early the next day for School and there was still much to do before getting into bed.  She shuffled angrily to the table at the opposite wall, where Cologne had left a bowl of pork ramen and a thermos with tea. Taking care of Shampoo would be like having a pet, Akane decided. One of those obnoxious small dogs American celebrities liked so much….

When Shampoo was done, Akane took the bowl and empty thermos and marched to the door.

“Wait! Why you leaving me tie up!” Shampoo cried in outrage. 

“Maybe because you didn’t ask permission to say that!”

Akane flipped the light switch down. She swung the door open and stepped out. 

“Wait! Akane! Uh…Can Shampoo talk!?”

The door was slammed shut. A second later, it opened again and Akane’s head popped back inside.

“What?!”

“Please, let light on. I…dark all time. It make Shampoo go crazy.”

Akane glanced at the light bulb, hanging somewhere from the darkened roof. Its light was penetrating and of unnatural whiteness.  It helped illuminate the entire room but even though Cologne didn’t come outright and said it, Akane knew there were other reasons behind the strange characteristics of the bulb.  As Ranma would say: fucked up reasons. 

“Wait.”

Akane closed and locked the door. Light left with her. Shampoo sighed mournfully and pulled her legs against her chest. She rested her chin on her knees. Her wide-opened eyes stared blindly ahead.  And to think three days ago she was racing on her bike through Nerima, enjoying the gentle breeze of summer and the warm light of the sun.  She clung desperately to Cologne’s sage words…but they were hollowed in the silent darkness smothering her.

The door swung opened again. In the ray of light filtering into the room from the outside, Shampoo saw Akane marching angrily towards the stout table on the left wall. The Amazon fidgeted, trying to take a peek at what was happening. Suddenly, a golden light emerged in front of Akane. As her eyes adjusted, Shampoo could see the hideous Bako-neko lamp Mousse had bought her at the fair resting now on the table.

Akane stared at her a moment. Shampoo stared right back. With a huff, she strolled back 

outside and slammed the door shut, not before giving one last final warning.

“Don’t touch yourself!”

Shampoo absently moved her hands away from her itching pussy. She drifted to sleep staring calmly at the golden light of the Bake-neko lamp. 

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Cologne had lived more than a hundred years. She had survived heart-breaks, the loss of loved ones, the dissemination of families and three different wars. There were little things that affected her anymore. Sadly, the hurt anger of her Great-grandmother was one of them.

“It is behind my power.”

“I did everything you ever asked of me!” Shampoo wailed, flailing her arms wildly about. “I bled and sweated! I broke my bones over and over again! And I never complained. I’ve always trusted you! How can you do this to me!?”

“Because I lack the power to protect you.”

“No! You don’t!”

A sharp blow to the head was the standard punishment for such stubbornness, but the old woman couldn’t bring herself to apply it. She had finally informed Shampoo about the Council’s sentence. She had failed to wed Ranma Saotome in the speculated time. As she was unfit as a warrior both in the battle field and in the bed, Shampoo would have to be ‘fixed’ and ‘readjusted’ into the passive ways, so she could be useful to the tribe as a slave.

And Cologne had already traded her. 

Shampoo had not taken that well, of course. Cologne had let her futilely yank the chain that secured her to the wall for a good thirty minutes. She allowed her to scream. She even let slide a few insults directed at her persona. She was willing to let the prolonged tantrum run its natural course, but delusion could not be permitted. 

“I am but one of the Council, Child. What could I do against the rest? Even with Ranma  and Akane and you and Ryoga and Mousse at my side…It would be war. It’s that what your freedom’s worth? The death and pain of the tribe and your friends?”

“But why them?!” Shampoo wailed brokenly. “Why them?!” 

“Ranma has killed a God, Shampoo, and it was felt all over Nujiezu. The Byankala trembled to its foundation and a rain of fire fell into every valley. All of our people combined possess greater power, but as individuals few equal it and fewer of us exceed it. The Council was willing to offer Ranma a Nujiezu warrior of his choosing…”

Shampoo opened her mouth to protest but Cologne raised her hand. The girl, even sunk into a swirling of emotions, settled to listen. 

“He, of course, refused. I delivered his decision and the Council warmed Akane would be killed. And if Ranma decided to try to avenge her, he and his family and her own family would be executed as well.”

Shampoo stared skeptically at her. Cologne sighed, realizing she had made yet another mistake while raising the child. She had sheltered from the cruelest side of human nature. And most importantly, of Nujiezu itself. Joketsuzoku was seated in a secluded corner of broad China and its small population usually kept for themselves. But the moment they were disturbed, like a hive of bees, they would lash out with everything they got to submit the world, if necessary, to their Laws and archaic ways.  

“Ranma’s skill made him worthy as an ally. So I proposed the Council Ranma and Akane proved their willingness to serve Nujiezu…by breaking you.” 

Shampoo’s face twisted in anger and sorrow. She kicked sharply the tray Cologne had brought to her, sending a steaming bowl of chow mein, a teapot and a cup crushing to the ground. She turned her back on the old woman, facing sullenly the wall.

“I offered the only solution to avoid a painful…series of events. I…wish there’d been another way.”

The old woman stared dully at the mess the girl made. Outstretching her thin arm, Cologne fired a small chi ball. It engulfed the spilled food and devoured it in seconds. Then she closed her hand and the blue flames danced into thin air, disappearing. Shampoo did not turn.  She sighed and picked the broken pieces of glass and porcelain, gathering them in the tray and walked back to the opened door.

“I hope you die a bad death, Great-grandmother.”

Cologne winced but kept walking and did not turn again. The door closed and light was gone. Feeling safe alone in the dark, Shampoo finally let go of the raging emotions swirling on her chest, and wept brokenly. 

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Akane ate the wanton mee in silence. Next to her, Ranma was devouring a third dish. The food was delicious, but it was free. The boy’s behavior was blameworthy. Even more so under the current circumstances. 

Cologne had closed down the Neko Hanten. The tables and chairs were piled up against the walls and their workers had started to abandon the sinking ship. Mousse, travelling on white wing, was probably reaching the Sea of Japan by now. He would shake off the effects of the Xi Fa Xiang Gao sometime, but likely not in the near future. Cologne would carry his things, along with hers, in the plane. In a one-way flight she would take by end of the month

Akane swallowed, thinking of the faith of the third member of the peculiar group. Cologne had told them, during their training, that Shampoo was informed of the situation. She didn’t take it well and the effects of the hard encounter could be clearly seen on the old woman’s eyes and posture.

““We can always come after lunch.” Akane offered. “I…feel bad, always coming and eating for free…”

“I need to get rid of the stock.” Cologne said dully. “It is no problem. Besides, it helps save time.”

“I’m glad to help.” Ranma said, snatching a meat bun from the center of the table and eating it whole. Akane glared at him. “What?”

“Please, finish, Akane.” Cologne urged her wearily. “I trust you studied the Book?”

“Yes…” 

“The Payin Xion Yu...” Cologne spoke grimly. “The Book of the Principles of Ying and Yang, ancient even when Nujiezu was founded. It holds, however, wisdom and knowledge. Its principles will help you, Akane and Ranma Saotome, develop the nature of Yang and impose the nature of Ying into Shampoo: 

“Kàn Kǒnghè: the nature of Yang is to impose and the nature of Ying is to accept. Yang is light and Ying is the darkness that recoils from light. Yang moves the Ying, because Yang is energy and Ying is all which holds still. Yang gives when needs to and takes when wants to.  Ying must give and takes what Yang wishes to give.

Diànyuán Hé Zì: Yang’s every word is Law. Ying’s every action must have reward or punishment.  If punishment was promised, it must be applied. If reward was promised, it must be given. Thus Yang’s words will equal action. It is truthfulness of word and fairness of action, and not wanton cruelty, Yang’s true nature.  

Lìliàng Hé Shēntǐ: Honey can catch more flies than vinegar. A whipping hurts for a month and the victim recoils at the sight of the lasher. The memory of overwhelming pleasures lasts a lifetime and the victim yearns for them. 

Bù Dàfāng, Gōngpíng: Compassion does not equal absence of cruelty. Cruelty only leads to self-destruction. Discipline and practicality precedes all else.”

Cologne stopped talking. Akane release a breath she didn’t realized she was holding. Ranma sucked in the noodles that had been hanging from his mouth since the short lesson started and glared at the old woman.

“That’s some fucked up shit.” 

 “So it is, boy.” She agreed dryly. “And still, you shall live the rest of your life by its precepts or suffer the consequences.”

“I still say we should fight.”

Cologne realized Shampoo was not the only teenager around blinded to the realities of the world. Ranma had been raised under the tutelage of a lowed moral opportunist, travelling around most of Asia. It was not naivety that kept him from understanding the real predicament of their situation, as it was with Shampoo. His was mere arrogance, sculpted by a lifetime of impunity and tuned by overwhelming skill. 

“Ranma, your fight with Saffron was impressive, or so I’m told. But, you were not the first to fight one of his incarnations. Nujiezu had lived at the foot of their mountain for thousands of years as a free nation, despite the fertility of our land.”

Ranma sighed and slumped in his chair, refusing to comment. Cologne turned her attention to Akane, ironically the most sheltered of the three and who had the clearest understanding of the whole problem.   

“I suggest we get started with today’s lesson.” She said and the girl swallowed nervously and looked up to meet her eyes. “Are you ready?” 

“I…I am ready.”

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Shampoo felt the veil of sleep starting to lift. She blinked awake and thick tears, cupped in her eyes from the previous night, fell free. She caught them with her tongue in an unconscious attempt at moistening her dry mouth. She wiped her nose with the back of her hand. It was a highly insufficient way to relief the tension built at the brick of her nose. She grabbed the sheet that covered the floor and blew her nose on it. She let go of the stained sheet and scooped a little to the side. 

Sudden light ripped the darkness and Shampoo cried out in pain, covering her eyes with trembling hands. It seemed the faint sound of metal against metal that dragged her from sleep had not been part of some fleeting dream. The door had opened, but briefly. There was the clicking sound of heels on cement and the door slammed shut again. Shampoo opened her eyes and almost screamed at the sight of darkness.    

“Close your eyes, Shampoo.”

Shampoo squealed and jumped to her feet, forced back slightly by the pull of the chain fixed on the wall and the collar around her neck. She stared blindly ahead, her ears straining in anxious wait for any sound. 

“A…Akane…?”

“On five, I’ll turn the light on. One…” 

Shampoo hesitated. Disobedience was a clear sign of rebellion, but the warning was meant for her sake.  She closed her eyes as Akane’s voice intoned the number ‘four’ and opened them a few seconds later. Her eyes resented the early exposure to the light.  Shampoo accepted the searing pain just to be guarded against this stalking intruder. 

 Akane’s heel clicked loudly in the floor as she came to stand in front of her.  She was wearing the same leather dress and shiny latex boots of last time, but two things had been added to the outfit:  a shiny black leather belt that wrapped around her waist and a wicked looking bull-whip, strapped to it.

Shampoo swallowed at the sight of the whip and looked up at Akane. The girl was smiling coldly and her deep dark eyes gleamed maliciously. She couldn’t help cowering under that burning gaze. 

Akane’s self-control almost slipped as Shampoo backed away against the wall. The angry fire of defiance she had seen burning on her eyes in their first meeting was gone. Her eyes were bleary and tearful and squinted wearily at her. 

“Cologne told me about the little conversation she had with you last night.” Akane said, ignoring the sudden dryness of her mouth. “I hope it’ll help save time.”

“Time for what?”

A new urge to comfort Shampoo after the croaked question was quickly suppressed. Cologne said the harder it was at first, the easier it would be in the long run. Akane straightened, the tight dress secured around her body creaking. The leather felt like an armor of sort and she took deep breaths to catch its soothing smell.

“This’s all very simple, Shampoo. You’re used to getting everything you want. Well, now that’s changed. You’ll only do as you’re told. The sooner you get that, the easier this’s all going to be.”

Shampoo looked down at her bare feet. The dead weight of the chain and collar was suddenly overwhelming. She had hoped so bad that the ‘evil Akane’ was just some sort of demon playing with them. She had imagined Ranma or Great-grandmother- even stupid Mousse- crushing through the door to save her. But then Cologne had come calmly through the door and rammed reality down her throat.    

 “I bet you’re hungry. I brought you this. ”

Shampoo looked up, a little startled by the gentle tone of those words. Akane had a bowl of steaming dan hua tang on her hands, and was offering it to her. Fighting down the avid urge to take it, Shampoo glanced uncertainly at the girl’s face. There was no smile to soften the cold haughty expression, but the ice seemed to have melted from her brown eyes. 

 Considering the offer was safe, Shampoo took the bowl and chopsticks in silence and knelt down to eat.

Akane turned from the Amazon and paced casually around the room. It was not a necessary part of the act. It even risked it. But it was all she could do not to snap. The lessons of the last two months regarding domination and submission rushed into her mind one after the other. Even though disturbing, Akane had come to like the BDSM Martial Arts style. She even felt a gentle tingling of excitement at the prospect of applying some of the learnt technics. But now, in front of the unhappy naked Shampoo, her will threatened to crumble. 

The sound of porcelain clicking on cement signaled the end of the meal. Akane turned and faced Shampoo with her carefully studied expression. The girl trembled visibly under her gaze and pulled her hands back towards her body, leaving the empty bowl neatly on the side. Akane glanced to make sure all the soup was gone. 

“Stand up, Shampoo.” 

Shampoo stood up reluctantly and Akane felt a weakening relief washing over her. If there was no defiance, there had to be no punishments. Perhaps Shampoo was not as stubborn and difficult as her Great-grandmother wanted to believe. Or perhaps, she was just doing that good of a job.

There was an old saying in Nujiezu: If the Gods thought the human body was something shameful, then people would be born with cloths on. In that regard, they were a liberal race. Men and women would bathe together and in hot days, most of them would walk about the village naked. Cloths also made noise when wiped by the strong wind of the mountains and could get hooked in the branch of trees and bushes, so it was normal practice to oil their skin and ventured into the woods at night with only a dagger in hand to hunt. 

 

Shampoo, like any Nujiezu, had done those things and more. But now, under Akane’s hungry gaze, her nakedness was making her uncomfortable and she yearned for cloths.  

“Step forward a little…”

Shampoo stepped forward. There was a slight pressure on her throat as the chain pulled taunt. Akane continued to inspect her like some piece of meat dangling from a hook at a butcher shop. Shampoo closed her eyes. Forced thoughts of revenge and retaliation flooded in her mind to issue some manner of comfort. They were interrupted. Her eyes snapped back open. Akane was moving to her back. Shampoo half turned in trepidation and cold strong hands grabbed her head on both sides. Her breath caught on her throat and she froze.

“Head and eyes straight forward. Straighten your back.”

Akane released Shampoo. The compliance of the command was reassuring and Akane felt more secured in her role. She was feeling admiration and a healthy dose of envy at the sight of Shampoo’s shivering body. The girl’s creamy skin was flawless; the few moles that did exist always seemed to be in the perfect position. She was strong and fast, she knew that, but actually seeing her muscle tone took her breath away (*). Her rear was round, small and firm. Shampoo was physically perfect.

Akane frown a little, realizing her crotch was getting wet. It was not an alien sensation. She had been having sex with Ranma regularly since their marriage and previous role-playing was a must. But the reaction of her body at the moment felt highly inappropriate. This was not a game aimed to pleasure her. It was a struggle of wills of which outcome depended the lives of friends and family. Hoping the reminder set her body straight, Akane reached out and brushed Shampoo’s ass with her fingertips. 

Shampoo took in a deep sharp breath and arched her back slightly. Thoughts of revenge and retaliation fled, abandoning her to deal with confusion and trepidation.  She refused to believe this assertive commanding person was the same shy and humble stupid Akane she knew. The Council was playing with her. Her mind latched desperately at the memory of Jusenkyo, and the spring of Drowned Akane. Figures the bitch would be the only person going to the springs and cursing it further, instead of getting cursed...

Shampoo shivered and released a breathy whimper as Akane’s fingernails ran gently up and down her back. The motion continued for what felt like an eternity.  Just when Shampoo thought she would snap, Akane stopped and moved back to the front.   

Her brow furrowed slightly. Akane-or whoever was posing as her- looked a little rattled. The pale cheeks were flushed and her cold penetrating eyes had grown a little wild.   

“You…you’re incredibly beautiful, Shampoo. I…I am…glad you’re mine now.” 

“Aiya…It really you….Akane, how can you do this to Shampoo? We rival but…we friend too. We ally in battle!”

Akane felt her face burning and she turned sharply around. Her treacherous body was throwing her off balance and the Amazon’s attitude was not making it any easier. She had prepared for defiance, for insults, for physical violence. But Shampoo’s silent compliance and hurt dejected words were unexpected and far more effective than any act of rebellion. She dimly wondered if the Amazon was doing it on purpose.  

“Well…you’re my slave now!  And…I’m calling the shots.” 

She snapped, turning back to glare at her. She had hoped the use of such an ugly word would cool down her arousal.  But instead, it stirred a weird tingling at the pit of her stomach. She decided to change course.

“Do you need to pee?”

“I chain in up wall for hours! Yes, I need go bathroom!” Shampoo snapped, stomping her foot. “And I need shower! And why I no have one lamp!? Why you leave in dark?! No turn you back on me!”

As Akane walked to door to get what was needed, she worked in reigning in her emotions. It took some time to control her breathing and racing heart. At the expense of accepting her arousal, her mind regained focus and the lessons taught were remembered. She picked a plastic bag and walked back to Shampoo. When she spoke again, the quivering on her voice was gone. 

“I suggest you get used to all that. You’re mine now and I’d do with you as I please. Do not speak unless I give you permission to speak. And it’s not just ‘Akane’ or ‘Ranma’ anymore. Add ‘samma’ after our names. It is the proper show of respect. Disobey, and you’ll be punished.” 

Shampoo gaped at her in stunned silence. Then an expression of overwhelming hatred and despise twisted her features.  

“This part Shampoo suppose feel intimidated? You always jealous of me. So you let chain in wall and lock up in dark room. Only way you get Ranma! I help save you many time before! This betrayal! I find way out and then you die!”  

“I’ll…let that slide because you’re angry. But you better shut up now.” Akane threw the plastic and it felt heavily at her feet. “Pee. We’ve got lots of things to do before they day’s over.” 

Akane walked back to the door, wincing every time one of her ankles bent awkwardly, forced off course by the damn high heel boots. The leather corset tied around her torso was not soothing anymore. It was suffocating her. 

Akane grabbed the leather bag Cologne provided and moved towards a table set on the wall opposite to Shampoo. It was sturdy and long, the only piece of furniture in the whole room. 

The bag was heavy and a strong smell of leather rushed to her face as the zipper was pulled open. The smell and the sight of what laid inside had a strange soothing effect and helped Akane deal with the angry accusations of the other girl. The straps and belts and assorted tools reminded Akane that the power she possessed over Shampoo was all too real. 

Cologne had initiated her on the study of the BDSM Martial Arts style three months ago, even before Ranma gave the final okay to the Nujiezu’s proposal. She knew the effects being tied in certain positions had on a person. The material used also stirred different reactions. She had watched videos and practiced some things on Ranma and poor P-chan. But they had been willing participants, for even the piglet seemed to have enjoyed it. 

Shampoo was the first serious opponent she had to face. As she pulled from the bag some of the things she would need, her fingers closed in the shaft of a riding crop.  In an impulse, she pulled the tool out and hit the open palm of her hand with it. She loved the dry sound of leather striking skin. The memory of Shampoo’s perky little butt flashed through her mind…

Akane flushed and put the crop quickly away. It rolled on the table and fell at her feet. She kept rummaging through the bag. Her hands finally found what she needed: two cans of cold soda, the best medicine against a painfully dry throat and the overwhelming heath.

Something bounced off her head, making a dry hollow sound. Akane blinked when a big plastic jar fell on the table and bounced a couple of times before coming to rest near her hands. She blinked, and turned to Shampoo.

“Is you crazy!?” The Amazon snarled, all flushed in her anger. “I no pee in jar! You pee in stupid jar!”

“I can pee in the bathroom.” Akane teased and regretted it instantly. She grabbed the jar, several napkins from the bag and approached Shampoo again. She set it all at her feet and showed her one of the two cans of soda between her fingers. “You can pee in the jar now, or right where you stand later, but you’re not leaving this room. I won’t even look and when you’re done, I’ll give you a soda. You sound like a dying frog.” 

Akane did not wait for the answer and wobbled back to the table. She wondered distractedly if the suffocating heath on the room was for Shampoo’s sake and concluded that the girl would probably freeze without the heather, naked as she was and unable to do any exercise because of the chain. Akane wished she could be naked too. The leather dress was soggy in the inside- drenched in sweat- but was kept taunt outside by the dry atmosphere. Her eyes scanned the bindings at the table, knowing soon she would need to use them, but uncertain if she had the guts to anymore…

She heard Shampoo opening the jar and grumbling darkly as she peed on it. Then it was closed again and set back into the bag. 

Akane turned and swung one of the cans at her. She opened hers and drank avidly. The cold bubbling liquid washed down her parched throat and brought tears to her eyes. Her heart was racing and the heath only seemed to increase. 

A dry clank was heard behind her. Akane glanced at the opposite wall and found the metal band previously attached to Shampoo’s neck clacking to a stop in the floor. The can of soda drew a wide circle as it rolled, forgotten, on its side.

She had lived two years with people that simply changed bodies the moment warm or cold water spilled on them. The connection was made quickly. Akane scanned the room with her eyes, her heart accelerating its racing pace. Every lump and crease on the long sheet covering the hard floor looked threatening. 

“Shampoo?” She called meekly out. “I…you better come out right now…!”

The faintest sound of claws scratching wood was heard. Akane whirled around. She saw a small white cat crouching on the edge of the table, before the animal blurred into motion. She screamed as searing pain shot through her neck. She grabbed the cat nailed to her throat and tried to pull her off, but Shampoo had nailed the claws of her front paws under the skin. Her hind legs kicked frantically, covering Akane’s naked breasts in angry red cuts. A shrill wail left the girl’s throat as the raze-sharp claws grazed the hardened nipples.  

 

And above the noise of her screams and the searing pain, Akane heard Shampoo’s purring.

Her ears started ringing. An intense pressure built at the back of her eyes and everything went red. Akane snarled fiercely as she snatched the cat off and whirled around to slam it against the ground.  The small animal bounced away in the hard cement and came to rest limply a few feet away.  

Panting for breath, Akane took a trembling hand to her neck. She fingered the deep cuts and teeth marks. They were bleeding badly. A cold fear gripped her heart and she stumbled to the bag. Her hands rummaged furiously through it. Crisped fingers grazed a smooth metal surface and then closed tightly around it. 

Akane pulled out a small thermos from the tangle of straps and whips. She examined the bleeding perforations at the center of her throat and the deep cuts on the sides over its shiny surface. She looked down then, and stared at her ravaged breasts. Gritting her teeth together, Akane snatched some of the straps on the table and stormed towards the cat sprawled in the ground. 

Shampoo purred pitifully. Her dazed mind was attempting to put together all that had happened. Hot water washed on her head and her body changed. She barely noticed.  Nothing made sense. The bite was applied on the right spot and the proper angle, why was she sprawled and hurting in the ground?  Akane should have choked to death in her own blood…

Shampoo grunted when a sudden weight fell on her back, forcing her flat on her stomach. Her arms were grabbed and forced back roughly. Something was wrapped around each wrist and tightened. Coming to grips with the absolute failure of her attack, Shampoo started struggling.

“Don’t fight Shampoo. Just take it.” 

“Get off cow!”

Akane’s weight on her back shifted and the painful grip on her hands switched to her legs. Shampoo tried to move her arms back to the front, but her wrists were fixed together somehow. She kicked desperately, trying to keep Akane from doing the same to her legs. It was useless. In a minute, her ankles were efficiently strapped together. 

Akane cinched tight the last belt of the leather cuffs encircling Shampoo’s ankles and secured the lock. She stared a moment at the small, well-tended feet. In an impulse, Akane brushed her fingernails along the pinky sole. Shampoo squealed and jerked. Akane hesitated a moment, before repeating the motion steadily along the sensitive skin, coming quickly to enjoy the buckling and squealing of the girl under her.  After a while, Shampoo let out a particularly shrill wail and Akane stopped. Feeling a little guilty for getting carried away, she gently lowered the trapped feet and stood up. 

Akane watched the shivering girl in the ground a moment and grew quickly alarmed at the sight of blood staining her arms and legs. But then she remembered whom the blood belonged to. 

The bitch had gone right for her throat. 

Akane walked back to the table. A faint thought of protest flashed through her mind as her hands, as if with a mind of their own, took hold of a tangle of straps and buckles. She stormed back to the struggling Amazon, noticing how she flinched each time the heels of her boots clicked on the concrete floor. She rolled her into her back. Shampoo’s eyes grew wild as she straightened the belts on her trembling body. 

“What you doing?!” 

Akane didn’t answer and aligned the straps in place. The body harness was a simple device. It had two central iron rings kept together by a leather strap that laid across Shampoo’s stomach. One of the rings Akane placed under her breastplate and the other under her belly. Each ring had three more straps attached and all of them were to be cinched tight.     

The one on the top was different from the others. It ended in a wide and plain-looking choker.  Shampoo shuddered violently as Akane fastened it snugly around her neck.

“…A…Akane…?”

“Shut up, Shampoo.”

“…what you doing…?”

The other two straps of the upper ring went under Shampoo’s breasts and Akane slipped them under her arms and rolled the girl on her stomach again. She fastened the belts at her back. She cinched them tight, mindful of not restricting her breathing. 

“Akane, please, stop! I sorry about bite! I no never ever do again!”

“I told you to shut up!”

Akane’s hands were trembling badly as she fastened the belts that encircled Shampoo’s hips and lock at her lower back. She stopped only a moment to appreciate the gentle curve formed by the ending of her back and the beginning of her tush. Akane’s eyes were driven to the gentle mound and she allowed a wandering hand to caress it gently.  It felt as good as the videos made it look. She bit her lower lip and smacked one of the precious cheeks. 

“Aiya!” Shampoo squealed. “I going kill you, Akane!!! You see!!”

This time, it wasn’t a playful smack. Akane slapped as hard as she could without risking an injury. Shampoo screeched loudly. No more comments followed. Satisfied, Akane turned her attention back to the business at hand. And for the first time since the attack, her hands wavered.

The third strap of the lower ring was also a bit different from the others. It was thin and locked into itself, bending the tip to join and secure a tether. It looked too short to reach the iron ring on the belt at the waist where it had to be sliced through.  Ranma had never let her use the harness on him and she had found it uncomfortable enough to wear without cinching the strange lower strap.  It was time to find out what it did.

Akane slipped a hand between the captive girl’s thighs. She brushed her shaved pussy and Shampoo gasped sharply. Finding what she was looking for, Akane pulled her hand back. The thin leather strap immediately slipped between the lips of Shampoo’s sex and buried in the tender flesh.  The Amazon’s trembling intensified. 

“…Aiya….Please, stop. Akane…”

“Ask permission to speak, Shampoo. Call me like I told you.” Akane commanded in a low, unrecognizable, voice. “Do it and I’ll stop.”  

“But I Nujiezu warrior…” She mumbled to the floor. 

Akane pulled the strap sharply upwards. Shampoo arched her back and let out an animalistic how. The thin leather strap strained to reach the ring at the belt on her waist, where Akane secured. All that could be seen now of it was a thin strip of leather emerging from Shampoo’s ass crack. 

“Why, you…hentai, lesbian freak!” Shampoo screeched at the top of her lungs. Akane could tell she was a bit hysterical. “Ranma find out! He divorce crazy hentai girl and marry Shampoo! Then we both kill you!”

Akane stood up and stared at Shampoo. Her hands were closed into tight fists, reddened by the useless efforts against the stout leather cuffs holding them together. Her legs were going under a similar struggle. The rest of her could not fight the belts biting the flesh. Akane rolled her with a foot into her back to appreciate the effects of the harness in the front. Her mouth watered at the sight of the heaving chest straining against the leather and of her thighs rubbing against each other, distressed by the intruder biting cruelly the sensitive flesh between them. 

She looked at Shampoo’s face. Tears fell from tightly closed eyes and long mournful moans rumbled on her throat. Akane shuddered and stumbled away, hurrying for the door. 

“Wa…wait!”  

Akane’s trembling hands managed to unlock the door. She swung it open and struggle with the light switch, forcing it down. 

“No can leave me like this! Akane!!”

Akane slammed the door shut and leaned against it. Shampoo’s muffled screams filtered through the thick cement and steal between them.  Letting out a shuddering breath, the trembling girl slid down to the ground. 

Cologne landed in front of her, perched like a monkey on the long pogo stick. Her big eyes were narrowed, her face darkened by the glare of the light bulb hanging behind her. Her nose caught the heavy scent of leather, sweat and arousal coming from Akane.

“I sent Ranma away.” She said. “The screaming made him restless.”  

“I don’t know if I can do this.” Akane moaned. “It was horrible.” 

Cologne snorted. She jumped down from the staff and buried a hand under Akane’s dress to finger her pussy. The girl yowled and kicked in response. The old woman jumped back and landed on a table. She examined the wetness on her wrinkled hand.

“You seemed to have enjoyed yourself.” 

Akane looked down. It had become increasingly easy to talk about sex and kinky stuff with the old woman. In the last months she had become the guide Akane never had at home. She rose to her feet and released the cords of the corset. The evil thing fell to the ground and Akane breathed in huge gulps of unrestricted fresh air.  

“I…I am a horrible person.” She lamented, stumbling to sit in a chair next to Cologne. “I didn’t want to believe I….’had it on me’ like you said but…I think I do. “

“We’re who and what we are, child. Besides, it is fortunate your dormant Yang awakens. You can do what Ranma can’t. Our deal must be fulfilled to ensure peace.”

“I know that! I…it doesn’t make it any easier…or make me feel better….She was begging me to stop and I…I didn’t.” Tears of shame and regret fell from her eyes. “And not because I had to…I wanted to continue.”

Akane stiffened slightly when Cologne placed her slim wrinkled hands on her neck. A strange warmth spread on the sore and irritated cuts.  

“What…are you doing?”

“An old trick with Chi, child.” Cologne answered calmly. “I can’t heal them completely, but the bleeding’s stopped. The skin’s closed. Do not feel too bad for what you did to my Great-grandchild. If her fangs were a little longer, this bite would have killed you.”

Akane swallowed and looked down when the hands on her neck travelled to her breasts. They glowed in a haunting blue light and the cuts slowly lost their angry red. It was soon replaced by the light natural color of her skin. By the end of the procedure, the only evidence left of the vicious attack was faint white marks on each boob. 

“I just tied her up…” Akane confessed, massaging her breasts. “Should…have I done something worst?”

“Let her tied up for a few hours and it’ll be enough. But you’ll need to be stricter on future affronts.”

Akane looked up and Cologne decided the girl would definitely benefit from a good herbal tea. Her eyes were a little wild and she was breathing in quick irregular breaths.

“Cologne…I acted without even thinking. It was like…my brain just shut down. All I could think of is how good it felt…What if…something like that happens when I whip her? What if I don’t know when to stop up? What if I hurt her?” 

“Hurting is the main objective of a whipping, child. But, I understand what you mean. Honey catches more flies than vinegar. Let’s go over your lesson about the wonders of human sensitive spots.”  

Cologne jumped to perch on her staff and hopped up the stairs and out of the room. Akane glanced once at the steel door on the opposite wall and hurried upstairs after the ancient matriarch.