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!”
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.
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.
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.”
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.
“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?”
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.
“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.
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.