Complete Control
Part 1
by Sean Gaffney

All characters are (C) 1998 Rumiko Takahashi, Kitty, Viz, etc., though I
doubt that their creators would have them doing _this_.

This fanfic is rated NC-17.  Proceed with caution, it ain't consensual.  
If this were alt.sex.stories, it would be rated:  mf, fff, mfff, inc, mc, 
nc.


     Genma Saotome strode through the streets of Tokyo swiftly, using 
his panda form as a battering ram.  He was in an excellent mood; in a 
short while, he would finally fulfill the promise he had made to his 
best friend, Soun Tendou.  Soon their families would be united as one, 
and the tradition of Saotome-Ryuu style martial arts would be continued.  
Admittedly, he had not bothered to inform his son of this, but that was 
a small point.
     Ranma followed behind, remaining silent.  She was currently in her 
female form, as she had been for most of the journey from China.  Her 
father may have noticed her silence, but hadn't said anything; he 
probably thought that it was Ranma sulking about turning into a girl.
     Ranma was silent, but she certainly wasn't sulking.  She was 
experimenting.  It had been nearly a month since the day she'd first 
received her powers.  It might not even have happened if her father had 
been able to read Chinese...

~~~~~~~~

     Ranma and his father looked appraisingly at the pools in front of 
them.  The training seemed simple enough.  You worked on your co-
ordination by remaining balanced on the poles, and tried to get your 
opponent to fall into a pool without falling in yourself.  At least 
that's what it seemed like.
     Ranma noticed the guide attempting to tell them something, and 
stopped to listen, but his father was already too impatient.  He grabbed 
Ranma and threw him into the middle of the first group of pools.  Ranma 
righted himself and quickly landed on a pole, putting his arms out to 
regain his balance.  *Fine,* he thought.  *If that's the way the old man 
wants it, then we'll fight.*  He put thoughts of the Jusenkyou Guide out 
of his mind, and concentrated on finding a weakness in his father's 
form.
     About three minutes later, he found one, and sent his father 
spiraling down into one of the pools.  He couldn't resist taunting the 
figure under the water, asking his father what had happened to the 
legendary skill that he always seemed to have?
     Then suddenly the training had turned into a nightmare.  From out 
of the pool came, not his father, but an immense panda bear, over seven 
feet tall.  What's more, the bear seemed enraged, and was headed 
straight for Ranma.  Panicking, he quickly moved out of the way of its 
grasping paws and ran off towards the other end of the pools, hopping
from pole to pole.
     Panting for breath, he looked back and saw that the bear was right 
on his heels, not more than a pole behind.  Glancing ahead, Ranma saw a 
fenced-off area, and decided that it would be a good place to make a 
stand and try to subdue the creature.  He leaped on top of the fence and 
moved for the middle of the grounds...only to find that this area didn't 
have the poles, just a bunch of pools.  Screaming, Ranma found himself 
falling into one of them.
     The moment he hit the water, his body suddenly cried out in pain.  
It felt as if he was being cut with a thousand needles, making his body 
arch backwards.  He tried to scream again, and only received a mouthful 
of brackish water, which he tried to cough up but ended up swalowing 
instead.
     He began to hear a faint rushing noise in his head.  At first he 
thought it was just his blood pounding, but this seemed different.  
There was a texture to it, an ebbing and flowing, each with its own 
distinctive pattern.  It almost sounded like he was hearing a 
conversation from a distance that he could not quite make out.
     Then, as if he had snapped his fingers, the noise did become words.  
Too many words.  He suddenly realised that he could hear the his father, 
wondering why his son did not come up from the bottom of the pool.  He 
could hear the guide, despairing at the thought of what the poor young 
man would be going through.  He could hear another presence, strangely 
familiar, wondering whether it was anywhere near Tokyo.
     The impressions gradually began to blend together, until they were 
all in his mind at once, demanding to be heard.  He tried to push 
against them, to block them out, but all he managed to do was to make 
them clearer.  He pushed hard, and broke through to the surface of the 
water...
     Suddenly the voice of his father stopped echoing in his head.  
Despite being in tremendous agony, Ranma searched around to make sure 
the old man was all right.  He only saw the panda bear, lying on the 
ground, looking stunned.
     The guide came up to him and started to shout at him in broken 
Japanese.  It proved to be too much for Ranma.  He stumbled over to a 
clear patch of ground and curled up into a ball to try and shut 
everything out...and noticed a soft, cushiony feeling in his chest.
     He looked down.  *Breasts,* he thought.  *I have breasts.*  This 
final shock caused his mind to shut down at last.

~~~~~~~~

     Ranma shuddered.  For three days after that he had wandered around, 
ignoring his father and trying simply to escape from all the minds 
around him.  Finally they had stumbled across a nearby village of Amazon 
women, and one of the elders there had taken Ranma under her wing.  
Ranma had found that his ability to immediately decipher the thoughts of 
others was gone, though the ghoul had said he would soon regain that.
     Since arriving at the Amazon village she had made a point to test 
her new-found skills every day, and the old ghoul had given her a focus 
exercise to help.  She was picking up the thoughts of passers-by, and 
trying to turn their random patterns into something coherent.  It still 
wasn't very easy.  The human mind does not focus on any one thought for 
very long, and Ranma was now attempting to take the snatches of thoughts 
she felt around her and piece them together into a usable framework.
     *The shopkeeper is worried about the Panda...thinks he might 
rampage.  That woman is feeling jealous...she doesn't like the fact that 
my breasts are bigger than hers.  The man reading the newspaper wants to 
take me and...*
     Ranma pulled up short and glared at the man momentarily.  Suddenly, 
the man cried out and fell to the ground, clutching his head.  Not 
waiting around to see if he was all right, Ranma moved to catch up with 
her father.
     Her father was right about one thing, Ranma was very uncomfortable 
with her new dual nature.  Truth be told, she found her powers a lot 
easier to deal with.  She had been having these odd thoughts ever since 
falling in the pool...thoughts about men.  She knew she wasn't gay.  She 
still thought about women constantly.  But lately, and only when in her 
girl body, she had had...stirrings.  She considered finding another 
shirt as a girl, one that wasn't as tight; since she couldn't wear a 
bra, some of those stirrings became very obvious to the eye.
     One of her major problems was that so far, her powers seemed to 
work best in a sexual atmosphere.  That was why she hadn't tried to read 
her father's mind.  When she saw a young, attractive woman, she was able 
to read her mind as clear as glass.  One night, when male, he had even 
taken it a step further, and gotten a woman to kiss him and take off her 
top.  The experience had left him feeling alive, and also more aroused 
than ever.
     If the powers worked best when she was horny, then she was in a lot 
of trouble.  She had pressed her father for information about their 
destination, since she did not dare try to enter his mind, for fear of 
awakening any erotic thoughts.  Her father said that they were going to 
a friend's dojo, to fulfill a promise made long ago.  That disturbed 
Ranma.  She didn't need powers to know her father well.  Genma Saotome 
had broken more promises than any other man in Japan.  What promise 
could possibly hold him?
     This was the main reason for Ranma's experimentation.  If she could 
learn to control minds without resorting to arousal or sex, then she 
could dissuade her father from whatever he had planned now.
     Her father stopped at an okonomiyaki cart to buy some lunch.  Ranma 
sat down on a bench and began to try and scan the populace some more...

***

     They had arrived at a well-kept dojo, and Ranma had been introduced 
to the family that lived there.  Apparently her father and Soun Tendou 
had been best friends for years, and had trained together.  Ranma barely 
heard their explanation, though; she was far too busy staring in 
amazement at the three girls in front of him.
     Each of them was lovely, but in a different way.  Kasumi had a sort 
of innocent beauty about her, and looked every bit the traditional 
Japanese maiden.  Nabiki, on the other hand, had a gleam in her eye, and 
she stared at Ranma as if she knew everything about her.  For a moment, 
Ranma wondered if she might have powers as well, but Nabiki didn't seen 
to do anything else but smirk at her.
     The youngest was the most intriguing.  She had smiled at her when 
they first came into the house.  Oddly, the smile showed mostly relief, 
though Ranma couldn't see why.  She was the cutest of the three, and 
also possessed a certain air about her.  When she smiled, she felt 
something deep within her heart, rather than her groin, where smiles 
from cute girls usually affected her.  She wondered, briefly, if this 
could be a girl she could love.
     Mr. Tendou seemed to be upset, though Ranma didn't quite get the 
gist of why as she was still busy gaping at the three sisters.  Akane 
came up to her, still smiling.  "Wanna be friends?"
     Ranma couldn't help but smile back; her mood was contagious.  She 
nodded.  Akane beckoned Ranma to follow her and led her out to the dojo 
area.
     She had already been in a gi when Ranma and her father had arrived; 
now she asked Ranma if she wanted to spar.  Ranma began to feel a little 
wary.  Up until his trip to Jusenkyou, Ranma would have done anything to 
avoid having to fight with a girl.  He just didn't feel right with it.  
Since receiving his powers, however, he had been having some disturbing 
dreams...dreams that involved him dominating various women.  They were 
very erotic, and also very compelling.
     Nevertheless, Ranma had only met this girl five minutes ago.  Akane 
wouldn't realise that she was uncomfortable; after all, she thought 
Ranma was a girl.  She finally decided to resolve her dilemma by taking 
a little peek into Akane's mind.  Not enough to affect her thoughts; 
just to get a view of her surface thoughts.
     There was mostly excitement.  This girl liked to fight, especially 
using martial arts.  Ranma noted her skill level was very high.  Not too 
many other martial artists would be in her league.  Ranma could beat her 
easily, of course, but that was mostly due to her training constantly 
for 10 years, without much time for school or friendships.
     She was also surprised to find anger in Akane's mind; in fact, 
anger seemed to drive her.  She was angry at the boys at her school, for 
chasing after her when she didn't want them too.  She was angry with the 
girls in school for thinking that she led them on.  She was a little 
angry at Ranma for having the type of body she did.  But right now, 
Akane's anger was mostly directed at her father, for daring to believe 
that he could set her up in an arranged marriage.  Thank God the boy 
turned out to be a gir-
     With a start, Ranma realised what the conversation between their 
parents had been about.  She'd been so busy ogling the Tendou girls 
she'd forgotten all about her father's latest scheme.  Ranma began to 
get very angry; there was no way she'd allow her father to manipulate 
her like this.  Something would have to be done.
     Ranma realised that Akane was looking at her concernedly.  She must 
have been lost in thought for a long time.  "Do you wanna spar?" Akane 
repeated.
     Ranma didn't want to offend the girl by saying no; at the same 
time, she knew from her glimpse into Akane's mind what her reaction 
would be if Ranma went all out.  Ranma decided the easiest thing to do 
would be to lose this battle and then beg off to go confront their 
parents.
     Even a few weeks ago this would have been anathema to her.  But she 
had learned a lot from that old ghoul, loathe thought she was to admit 
it.  The ghoul's words came back to her.
     ~Son,~ she had said, ~there will be times where it is going to be 
more prudent to allow yourself to look defeated.  Not to _be_ defeated - 
you know in your true self that if you wanted to, you could win any 
contest.  But occasionally one must lose the battle to win the war.  
Seeing your opponent win can tell you as much about them as seeing them 
lose, and a warrior who makes too many enemies early in his life does 
not stay alive for long.~
     Ranma remembered those words now, and knew that winning against 
this girl would sour her feelings towards Ranma.  She didn't want to do 
that.  So she took up a stance completely different from her usual one, 
and prepared to give an example of a very good, but not great, martial 
artist.
     Akane came at her fairly slowly, yelling out, "Kyaa!".  Ranma 
dodged out of the way of her strike, but managed to get clipped on one 
side.  *Damn, that hurt.*  Ranma could see that, while the girl was much 
slower than she was, she was incredibly strong.  *I wonder what it would 
be like to make love to her,* her mind wondered idly.  She rolled to the 
side and came back up, tagging her on the hip.  She started to look 
impressed.  Ranma had decided to use a complimentary style; she would be 
fast, but not very strong.  This way she wouldn't have to worry about 
speed problems.  It was very difficult for a martial artist to decrease 
her speed and not get injured.
     The fight continued like this for about five minutes, until finally 
Ranma let Akane get another hit get through, and fell back on her butt.  
She held up her hands to concede, and saw Akane's grin get even wider.
     "You're pretty good," Akane said.  "In fact, I think you're faster 
than me."
     Ranma nodded, smiling back.  "But you're a lot stronger.  Say, 
maybe we could teach each other some moves."
     "I'd like that," Akane said.  Then, to Ranma's surprise, Akane 
blushed and looked away.  Ranma was puzzled, then looked down.  The 
combination of the fight and thinking about Akane's body had made her 
nipples stand up straight.  They were almost threatening to burst.
     Ranma stuttered an apology, but Akane waved it off.  "Don't worry, 
I get the same way after a fight sometimes.  But you really ought to 
wear a bra."
     Ranma got even more uncomfortable.  "I've...I've never worn one 
before."
     Akane's eyes bugged out.  "Never?!  How is that possible?  Well," 
she said, completing her own thought, "I suppose you were on the road 
with your father a lot..."
     Ranma's face turned dark momentarily.  "Ten years."
     Akane came over to take Ranma's hand.  "Well, don't worry.  I'll 
ask Daddy to see if you can stay here for a bit.  There are some things 
that a girl has to know to get by.  And if you don't start wearing a bra 
soon, Ranma, then you're going to be in serious trouble."
     Ranma saw her window of opportunity open.  "Let me talk to both of 
our parents.  There's obviously been a little misunderstanding, and I 
think I can work something out."
     Akane nodded.  "That's a good idea.  I'll go bathe while you talk 
to them.  It's down the hall to the left; you should use it before 
dinner."
     Ranma's eyes briefly glazed over.  "A real bath...I've been in 
bathing houses for so long, I've forgotten what privacy is like."
     Akane giggled, then went off to the furo.
     Ranma watched her walk away, her hips swaying unknowingly.  In some 
ways Akane seemed like a tomboy, but in others she was a beautiful 
woman.  With embarrassment, Ranma noticed that her nipples were still 
erect; she'd have to do something about that.
     She turned back towards the living room, her eyes narrowing.  She'd 
wanted to find out if she could use her powers without it being sexual; 
now was her chance to find out.

***

     Ranma sat down right outside the dojo and tried to slow her 
breathing.  She'd never felt this aroused in her female body before.  
She had thought she could manage to control her hormonal reactions, but 
now it was apparent that she knew virtually nothing about them.
     It was also apparent that, although using her powers without being 
sexual was a possibility, she was not ready for it.  It had taken almost 
all of her willpower to keep control while she manipulated Genma and 
Soun's thoughts.  Luckily, the problem seemed to be entirely her own, as 
the two did not seem to be giving her any lustful looks.
     Ranma had gotten from their minds details of the whole arranged 
marriage that they had cooked up.  It was apparent that this was a 
subject from which they could not be swayed.  If Ranma wanted to solve 
anything, she would have to do it with them gone.  With that in mind, 
she did some careful manipulation, the most complex she'd attempted 
since getting her powers.  She convinced them that their skills had 
grown soft during the years spent apart, and that it would be good to go 
on a long training trip, preferably far from civilisation.  After all, 
Kasumi was old enough to take care of the home, and Ranma was an 
honourable martial artist; he (or she, depending on which mind he was 
controlling) wouldn't try anything.
     Ranma had done one last check to make sure that her commands had 
taken hold, and then removed the mental blocks she'd set.  She then 
listened as they told her of their plans, acting as if this was all new 
to her.  It was at that point that she noticed the extent of her 
arousal.  She quickly crossed her arms in front of her, and would have 
crossed her legs if she hadn't been standing.  She was getting wet, 
something that she was totally unprepared for.  Giving a quick excuse, 
she ducked back into the dojo and leaned up against the wall.  It was 
all she could do not to jam her hands in her pants and try to get some 
relief.
     She pushed that thought back.  No matter what her body did, or what 
her mind thought at unguarded times, she was a guy.  She would not give 
in to pleasuring herself with this new body; it would be admitting 
defeat.
     Nevertheless, she needed to turn male soon, or something might 
happen.  She got up and went back into the house, hoping to find Kasumi 
and ask where her bedroom was.
     As it turned out, Kasumi wanted to see her as well.  "Oh, Ranma, 
there you are.  I presume your father told you the news?"  Ranma could 
not help but notice that Kasumi's smile, which had seemed so natural 
when Ranma had first met her, now seemed a little forced.  In fact, she 
looked a little sad.  Ranma, however, resisted the temptation to peek 
inside her mind.  She was too horny.
     Instead, she just nodded.  "Yeah, I was surprised.  But don't 
worry, Kasumi, I'm sure everything will be fine.  I trust you."
     The words did not have the effect Ranma intended.  In fact, 
Kasumi's smile seemed to slip slightly, and pain appeared on her 
features.  But just as quickly, it was gone.  "Do you know where Akane 
is, Ranma?"
     Ranma shivered.  Seeing this girl in such a state bothered her.  
"Um...I think she said she was going to take a bath."
     Kasumi nodded.  "I thought so.  Why don't you go and tell her 
what's happened, Ranma?  You two seem to get along.  Besides, I don't 
mean to be impolite, but you could do with a bath yourself."
     Ranma's eyes bugged out.  "Um...I'm not sure that that would be 
such a good idea..." she began.
     "Nonsense," Kasumi said, seeming to regain a bit of her cheery 
demeanour.  "You should be used to public baths by now, Ranma.  Besides, 
we need to share bath times to save hot water."  Handing Ranma a towel, 
she went back towards the kitchen.
     Part of Ranma ached to follow her, to find out just what it was 
that had her so upset.  She felt a little guilty, because she thought it 
might have something to do with their fathers leaving.
     However, Ranma looked down at the towel in her hand, and realised 
what it was she had to do.  *A bath,* she thought, *with Akane, in my 
female form...in my condition.*  She shuddered.  *How can I convince 
Akane that I don't need a hot bath?*

***

     Ranma stared at the door to the bathroom.  She had stripped down to 
her boxers, and had the towel draped over her breasts, but it still 
wasn't going to be enough.  She'd have to strip down naked in front of 
Akane.  It had only been two months since she got her powers at 
Jusenkyou, but that didn't mean she was used to the female body.  If she 
saw Akane naked, she wasn't sure what she'd do, especially in her 
condition.  At the moment, she wanted nothing more than to change back 
to a boy, go someplace private, and jack himself off until he could 
relax.  But she'd promised Kasumi, and there was still the small part of 
her mind drooling at the thought of seeing Akane's naked body.
     She knocked on the door, and heard Akane's voice cry out "Who is 
it?"  Now or never, she thought.  
     "Um...it's Ranma."
     "Come on in," Akane said.  She closed her eyes and opened the door.
     She was in luck.  As she walked in the door she risked a look, and 
saw that Akane was immersed to her neck in the furo.  Apparently she'd 
already rinsed herself off.  Ranma relaxed a little bit and began to 
strip down.
     "You could have left those outside, Ranma.  I mean, we are both 
girls."  Akane giggled at Ranma's blush.  "Are you shy?"
     "Just a little," Ranma muttered.  She sat down on the small stool 
and threw cold water over herself, shivering.
     "Sorry about taking so long in here, but it's been a rough day, and 
I just felt like soaking for a long time."  She leaned over the side, 
her breasts just barely hidden by the top of the tub.  "Did you get a 
chance to talk to our fathers yet?"
     Ranma nodded.  "They felt a little guilty about all the 
misunderstanding.  I'm going to stay here for the time being.  It's 
been a while since I've been with people, and they want me to work on 
making friends.  They decided to take a training trip to try and get 
back into shape.  My dad was saying that your father had gotten soft."  
She winced as soon as she realised what she'd said.  "Umm...sorry about 
that."  Her eyes were still drawn to Akane's glistening body, and to her 
breasts, just barely hidden beneath the surface of the water.  She felt 
herself getting wet again.
     Akane sighed.  "It's all right, Ranma.  I know that Father hasn't 
been keeping up with the Art as much as he should.  That's why I've been 
training so much, to try and carry on the school."
     Suddenly what Ranma had said earlier sunk in.  "Wait a minute...
they're gone?  Both of them?  Who's going to take care of us?"
     Ranma smiled weakly.  "Your father said that Kasumi was old enough 
to look after all of us now."
     Akane stood up in the tub, outraged.  "Old enough?  Kasumi's only 
nineteen!  She won't be able to protect us if some murderer or rapist 
breaks in!  How are we supposed to take care of ourselves?"
     Ranma's eyes were locked onto Akane.  Now that she could see her 
whole body, Ranma realised how beautiful Akane was.  Looking down from 
her breasts to the lips of her sex, hidden by a small triangle of black 
hair, she could not be any more perfect.
     "I'll take care of you, Akane," Ranma heard herself saying.  And at 
that point, something in Ranma's mind snapped.  She felt the lust that 
she'd kept pent up for so long finally break free, and let it consume 
her.
     Akane had noticed her gaze, and was getting nervous.  "Ranma...are 
you feeling all right?"  Ranma looked up, walked over, and took a hold 
of Akane's head, forcing the girl to look into her eyes.  Then she 
lowered them both into the tub, and felt the change coming over her.  At 
the sight of his now male body, Akane wanted to scream, but she could 
not tear herself away from his gaze.  He quickly began his work.

***

     Akane trembled as she saw the boy who held her in his arms.  She 
tried to scream, but there was something wrong with her mouth.  It just 
felt like screaming would be the wrong thing to do.  Her head felt kind 
of fuzzy, and it was getting harder to stay focused.  She tried to 
concentrate her rage, to lash out at the boy, but her rage didn't seem 
to be there.  She wondered why she couldn't seem to get angry, then she 
decided not to worry about it and just kept looking into those wonderful 
eyes.
     As her anger ebbed, she felt the boy...Ranma, that was who it 
was...lower their bodies into the furo.  *Wait, isn't Ranma a girl?* she 
asked herself.  But even as she did this, the answer put itself in her 
mind.  Ranma wore the body of a girl, but he was a man in reality.  
Akane gasped in astonishment.  He could understand things about a girl's 
needs and feelings, something that no other man ever could.  
     As if to answer her statement, she suddenly felt the man kissing 
her, tiny little kisses all over her body.  She gasped in amazement that 
the man could make her feel this way.  Neew thoughts kept entering her 
head.  She didn't know where they came from, but she welcomed them, as 
they explained everything to her.  Ranma was her protector.  She didn't 
need to worry about anytrhing happening to her or her family while her 
was here.  And he was making her feel so good.
     Suddenly she found that she could move again.  She moaned as she 
drew Ranma up to her face and kissed him with ferocity.  This was 
another new feeling to her.  Not the ferociousness of anger, the kind of 
rage that feeds on itself.  No, this was more of a passioante frenzy.  
Indeed, she could feel her body responding to the wonderful man before 
her.  Her nipples were erect and stiff, and she cried out as he rubbed 
them lightly with his hands.  She could feel a heat in her loins 
thinking about what he was doing to her.
     Suddenly she realised that she had been doing something wrong.  
Something _horrible_.  While she had been reveling in the pleasure that 
her protector was giving her, she had neglected to realise that he would 
have needs of his own.  Tears came to her eyes as she thought of how 
selfish she had been.  She ran her hands over his slick, hard body, 
moving down to his hardened member.  She gasped, and felt a little bit 
of fear course through her system.  Her girlfriends had told her that 
men could get big, but she never expected to be confronted with 
something like _this_!
     While she was questioning her courage, she suddenly felt a new 
sensation in her crotch.  She realised with a start that Ranma had 
worked his way down there, and was massaging her clitoris.  She felt 
pleasure rush through her body as it never had before.  At the same 
time, more images flew through her mind.  Ranma was not just her 
protector, he was her master, her lord.  She would do anything for him.  
His very touch was a gift.  As these thoughts settled in her mind, her 
fears and doubts were washed out of her head, replaced with a warm glow.  
She knew what she had to do now.
     Quickly, she moved so that she was above him now, and positioned 
herself over his rod.  Despite herself, she felt a last twinge of self-
doubt.  Her friends had told her that losing her virginity could be very 
painful, but she quickly chastised herself.  This was Ranma, her lord!  
For him, she would suffer any kind of pain or torture!  She quickly 
lowered herself onto him.
     She cried out as she felt her hymen being torn, even though she 
tried to mask it.  The pain was awful.  But then, she felt her master's 
touch in her mind.  She realised now that it was he who was doing this, 
who was helping her to understand and to experience what had happened to 
her.  He eased the feeligns of pain that she felt, and replaced them 
with a slowly building pleasure.  She sobbed in happiness, and devoted 
herself to making sure that her master felt even more happiness. 
     She began to cry out in earnest, thrusting herself down onto his 
member.  She was able to take more and more into him with every thrust, 
until finally she was completely filled, filled with her master.  She 
had never felt so good.  She looked back up at her master's face, and 
saw him smile.  She had pleased him!  The very thought made her nether 
lips clench down around his member as she cried out in orgasm.
     Suddenly she felt herself growing faint.  She desperately tried to 
stay awake; she needed to make sure her master was sated.  But she felt 
his touch in her mind, telling her it was all right.  Her mind was still 
recovering from his possession of it, but that was not her fault.  With 
a sigh, she felt herself drift off to sleep, her mind focused on only 
one man.

***

     Ranma pulled Akane's body out of the tub, and lay her down on the 
bathroom floor.  Her did this with a great deal of difficulty, as his 
mind was rebelling against him.  Ever since seeing Akane naked, he had 
been overwhelmed by mad, passionate lust, the sort that had been welling 
up inside him since he fell into that pool in Jusenkyou.
     He looked down at Akane and tried to do something for her, but all 
he could focus on was his need.  He was already hard again, and the 
lustful part of his mind cried out for him to take her, use her again 
and again until her was satisfied.  Ranma tore himself away violently, 
grabbing a towel and leaving the room.  Even in the throes of his 
passion, he could not do that.
     Suddenly, he remembered that there were two other women in this 
house, both of them almost as beautiful as Akane.  He finally gave in to 
his baser interests, and grinned as he quickly stepped into the hallway 
and made his way downstairs...

***

     Kasumi hummed a tune as she did the dishes, and tried to lose 
herself in the drudgery of housework.  It had been getting increasingly 
difficult to do so, however, and her father's departure weighed too 
heavily on her mind to be dismissed easily.
     She should feel good that her father thought that she was old 
enough to take care of the household in his absence, but she didn't.  
All it meant to her was that she had taken one more step towards 
becoming a spinster.  She could hear the door slamming behind her, 
marking the end of her childhood.  Ahead of her, she could see nothing.  
She had lost track of her high school friends after graduation.  Father 
had been trying, but the students were just no longer coming to the 
dojo.  Because of that, Kasumi had to spend more and more time at home, 
trying to work out a way for all of them to survive.  The money that 
Nabiki somehow procured for them - Kasumi learned right away not to 
press hard in asking where it came from - was just barely enough to get 
by.
     She ran through these thoughts again, switching from trying to lose 
herself in housework to attempting to lose herself in self-pity.  But 
once again it didn't work.  She could hear a voice in the back of her 
head, mocking her.  It was her father's voice.
     ~Kasumi, it's wonderful!  It's just like mother used to make it!~
     Just like Mother.  Her cooking, her cleaning, everything she did.  
Her mother had died, and just like that the void had been filled by her 
eldest daughter.  It was her duty, after all, to ensure that the family 
survived.  Father couldn't do it; after Mother died, he was a wreck.  
Neither Nabiki nor Akane had the maturity necessary for such a task.
     And now it was too late.  She had been acting in the role of their 
mother for so long that the part was now hers.  Nabiki was the only one 
who saw her as a sister.  Akane looked to her for all the things she 
used to rely on her mother for.  And her father...Kasumi shuddered 
briefly.  Her father seemed to regard her as a slave at times.
     Kasumi suddenly heard a noise from behind her, and turned.  There, 
silhouetted in the doorway, was a young man of about 16.  He was 
wearing only a towel, and she didn't recognise him.  Startled, she was 
about to shout out when his eyes suddenly seemed to draw her in.  
Suddenly, what was happening in the outside world no longer seemed to 
matter.  She found herself getting lost in those eyes as they drew her 
further and further into her own head...

***

     Inside his own mind, Ranma was fighting the final war.  There was 
still a small part of him that was screaming at him not to do this, that 
Kasumi was still an innocent girl, that this would basically be the 
equivalent of raping her.  However, that voice was being drowned out by 
an increasingly louder voice, the voice of the power inside Ranma's 
head.  Ranma had felt himself grow more powerful when he was making 
Akane his.  Something inside him wanted more of that power and would do 
anything to get it.
     He advanced on Kasumi, mesmerising her with his gaze.  He began to 
rummage through her mind, making it easier for him to get what he 
wanted.  He discovered that she had placed several restraints around 
her behaviour.  She had been deceiving herself for some years, making 
herself believe that her family and society was forcing her into 
something, when in reality it was her own guilt and shame.
     Her mother had died, and she could do nothing, so she borrowed 
medical books from Tofu, trying to find what she could have done.  She 
felt responsible, so she took her mother's position in the household, 
setting herself up as cook and housekeeper...and becoming more of a 
mother to Akane than a sister, and more of a wife to her father than a 
daughter.
     But he also saw another Kasumi in there, a woman who wanted to 
break away from the trap that she had made for herself.  This Kasumi 
ached to go out and experience what life had to offer, without the 
restrictions and taboos set around her.  She was trapped inside this 
domestic shell, howling to be let out... and to live.  
     For once the two voices in Ranma's mind agreed on a course of 
action.  He began to destroy the barriers that Kasumi had built up in 
her mind, and tried to free her true self.

***

     Kasumi suddenly cried out.  For a moment, she thought that the man 
was hurting her.  Then she realised that she was not feeling pain.  Her 
mind felt fuzzy.  She tried to concentrate, tried to keep herself 
together, but it was no good.  The man was destroying her sense of self.  
He was killing her.  What would she...
     <Sister>
     She started.  That had sounded like her own voice!  But where was 
it coming from?  Gradually, Kasumi realised that what she was feeling 
was not fuzziness.  It was something else.  It was as if her mind were 
being washed clean, removing all of the old filth and grime.  She felt 
the obligations, the duty that she had resigned herself to, being flung 
into the depths.  And with them gone, she found a strength within 
herself she did not know she had.
     <Sister>
     The voice was closer now.  She tried mentally reaching out to touch 
it, but it was still too far away.  She was still not strong enough to 
find the voice.  She almost cried out in despair.  She had come so far, 
only to be incomplete.
     Suddenly she gasped, her mind wrenching her back into the outside 
world.  The young man she had seen, the young man whom she now knew to 
be her rescuer, the one who had helped her find her true self, was 
removing her clothes.  She shuddered, and tried to shove him off of her.  
Then her top was removed, and the man began to suck at her breast.  A 
pulse of pure pleasure pushed through her mind.  Suddenly she knew what 
was holding her back, the last thing keeping her rooted in her old self.  
It was her innocence.  She needed to be free of it in order to fully 
experience life.
     She remembered her thoughts of just five minutes ago, when she was 
cursing the end of her childhood.  Now she understood.  She had still 
been a child, she had not truly grown up.  This was the final stage.
     She stopped struggling with the young man, and instead moved his 
head to her other breast, encouraging him with her moans.  The man 
seemed to be almost frenzied with desire.  He picked her up bodily off 
of the floor and moved her to the kitchen table.  For one final moment, 
she worried if the table would be strong enough to hold, especially 
considering what they were about to do.  Then the last vestige of her 
old personality vanished from her mind.
     <Sister!>
     She cried out, partly because Ranma had removed the rest of her 
clothing and was covering her body with passionate kisses, and partly 
because she could finally reach the voice.  Her own voice, her true 
self.  She felt her mind heal, felt her two selves become one.  Then she 
felt something even greater.  The man had mounted her, and was now 
entering her passage.
     There was a little pain, but she revelled in it.  It was a rite of 
passage.  At the same time, she felt the presence of the other mind, 
_his_ mind, soothing the pain, replacing it with feelings of pleasure.  
Then he started to move inside her, slowly at first, allowing her the 
chance to get used to him.  She knew his name now.  It was Ranma, the 
same young girl who had arrived at their home this afternoon.  He was a 
man.  She gasped as his member went into her to the hilt, filling her 
completely.  _What_ a man he was!
     She had read several textbooks from Tofu's office on the subject of 
sex, but most of them were cold, clinical descriptions.  They didn't 
tell you of the white-hot gouts of pleasure running through your body, 
the feeling of being stuffed full of a man.  They could not possibly 
convey in their scientific terms the joy she felt now.
     They were slamming onto the table now, moaning and grunting in 
unison.  Kasumi felt her mind wrap around a new concept.  It was Ranma 
who had done this to her.  Ranma had been the one who had helped her, 
had destroyed her self-imposed barriers and allowed her to blossom into 
womanhood.  She was so grateful...no, grateful was not strong enough an
expression.  She would do anything for him.  She would serve him.  She 
didn't mind now, as it was a different kind of servitude.  One of self-
discovery, one with no taboos or restrictions.  One of pleasure-seeking.
     At that moment, she felt Ranma explode within her, filling her 
body with his essence.  That finally drove her over the edge, and she 
came, screaming his name out.  Again and again she felt herself spasm 
around his rod, until finally, overcome with pleasure and the new 
feelings she was experiencing, she began to lose consciousness.
     Just before passing out, she murmured, "Thank you, Ranma...Master."

***

     Nabiki opened the door to her room and looked around, puzzled.  
Usually the post-dinner atmosphere was a lot louder and more raucous 
than this.  *Maybe Daddy's leaving us made Akane more depressed than I 
thought it would,* she mused.
     Not that Nabiki was all that happy with it herself.  While she 
didn't believe, as Akane seemed to, that the moment the house was left 
unprotected rogue thugs would come in here and rape all of them, neither 
did she feel that Kasumi was ready to take care of them all.  Sure, she 
did most of it already, but that was different.
     Nabiki knew her sister better than anyone else, and she could tell 
that Kasumi was not happy.  Nabiki didn't blame her.  *Taking care of us 
like she has for almost eight years, I'm just surprised that she hasn't 
snapped and started throwing flatware at us.*  She giggled at the mental 
image of a raving Kasumi, spoon brandished in her hand, running out of 
the house.
     Still, the silence disturbed her.  She thought she had heard Akane 
earlier, but she might have been wrong.  Best to check the furo, maybe 
Akane's taking a long bath.
     She opened the door to the furo and stood there in shock.  Akane 
was lying on the floor mumbling to herself.  She was naked, and there 
was a small trickle of blood coming from her vagina.  There was also a 
trace of blood in the furo.  Nabiki ran to get some towels, and leaned 
down to help her sister.  That was when she noticed the other substance 
that was also leaking out of Akane's body.
     She closed her eyes to try and get a grip.  She couldn't allow 
herself to panic.  Her sister needed her.  She slowly wrapped Akane up 
in a towel and lifted her to a sitting position.  Akane's eyes flickered 
open, but there was a dreamy quality to them, as if she still wasn't 
fully awake.
     "Akane, can you hear me?" Nabiki asked.  "Did someone do this to 
you?  What happened?"
     Akane's mouth opened and closed a few times before she spoke.  
"Masssster..."
     "What?" Nabiki looked closer at her sister, stunned.
     "Master, are you going to take me again?  Please, I need it so bad.  
I'll do anything you want.  I'll be your slave, your whore.  Please, 
Master..."
     Suddenly Nabiki heard a scream.  It was coming from downstairs, and 
sounded like Kasumi!
     Pushing Akane up against the furo so she wouldn't fall, Nabiki 
raced out of the bathroom and headed downstairs.  *My God,* she thought 
frantically, *Akane was right.  There is someone here, trying to...*
     Another scream came from the kitchen, but it was not a scream of 
pain.  In fact, it sounded like...
     The sight that greeted Nabiki froze her dead in her tracks.  Her 
sister was naked on the kitchen table, being slammed into by a young 
man.  Her voice was crying out with passion.  "Oh, Gods, YES!!"  They 
had established a rhythm, and bucked up and down in perfect 
counterpoint, the man entering her to the hilt, then pulling back almost 
out of her.
     Finally the man grunted loudly, and Kasumi seemed to convulse 
around him in orgasm.  It seemed to last forever, until finally, she 
fell back onto the table and closed her eyes.  Just before she passed 
out, Nabiki heard her words.
     "Thank you, Ranma...Master."
     The young man had pulled out of her, and seemed to be at a loss.  
His eyes were wild and crazed.
     Nabiki heard herself whimpering against her will.  This proved to 
be a bad idea, as suddenly the young man turned in her direction.  He 
gave a grin, and started to advance, his member dripping with Kasumi's 
blood and fluids.
     Nabiki found herself being drawn into his eyes.  They seemed to be 
so big, and she just wanted to relax and let herself...
     *NO!*
     Nabiki turned and raced down the hall and out the door.  There 
needed to be somewhere she could go, someplace to get help.  She headed 
towards Doctor Tofu's.  He always helped them, and he was a martial 
artist.  He could do something about the rapist in their home.
     Nabiki tried to scream, but for some reason her mouth refused to 
open.  Every time she tried to open it, she kept thinking of those 
mesmerising eyes...

***

     As Ranma pulled out of Kasumi, he felt his body vibrating with 
power.  Suddenly he heard a small noise coming from the door to the 
living room.  The third sister, Nabiki, was standing there staring at 
him with shock and horror on her face.  Well, he'd soon take care of 
that.  He locked his gaze onto hers and began to manipulate her 
thoughts...
     Suddenly she ripped her eyes away and ran out of the door.  Ranma 
cursed and ran upstairs to get his clothes.  She'd be trying to get 
help.  He couldn't allow that to happen, not now that he had so much 
more power.  He couldn't let her leave.  He had to have her too, needed 
to make his mind even stronger.
     Putting on a shirt and pants, he decided to leave by the bathroom 
window.  She could have gone in any direction, and he didn't know the 
area very well.  If he took to the rooftops, he'd be able to spot her 
better.
     He grinned as he thought of how easy it was to trap her in his 
gaze.  With Akane and Kasumi, he had to devote himself to adjusting 
their thoughts.  But this time, it just seemed to flow naturally.  The 
moment Nabiki laid eyes on him, she was his.
     Until she foolishly ran away.  He snarled as he scanned the area.  
The centre of the city seemed to be in that direction...there!  She was 
about two blocks away, moving towards the business district.  She seemed 
to be moving sluggishly, and stopped every few moments to get her 
bearings.  Ranma gleefully realised that his control had already started 
to work on her.
     He sprinted across the rooftops, closing the distance between them.  
He thought for a moment about other pursuers, if perhaps there might be 
passers-by who had spotted Nabiki.  But it was already 10pm, and the 
streets in this area were completely deserted.
     Finally, he caught up to her.  She had stopped beside a clinic, her 
shoulders shaking with what seemed to be relief.  She didn't seem to be 
paying attention to anything but the building.  Thus it was easy to slip 
up behind her and drag her away.  She started to struggle, but he was 
far stronger than she was.  He began to take her back to the Tendou 
home, but then realised that he was once again hard as a rock.  He 
needed her.  He needed to take her now.  He had to show her what the 
cost would be of defying him.
     Changing directions, he quickly found a small alleyway, and dragged 
her into it.  He slammed her up against the wall, and ripped off her 
shorts.  Holding her neck to the wall with one hand, he released the 
drawstring on his pants with the other, letting his member free.  Then, 
ripping her panties off of her hips, he slammed into her without any 
preliminaries.

***

     Nabiki felt the pain course through her body.  She wanted to cry 
out, but he had made it impossible for her to speak.  She closed her 
eyes, not wanting to see him, not wanting to look into the face of her 
tormentor...but then he slammed into her once more, and the pain made 
her eyes open wide.
     Then he was looking into them, and she knew there was no escape 
this time.  He saw the pain that he was causing, and magnified it ten 
times.  Every nerve in her body cried out in agony.  She felt him thrust 
into her again and again, blood running down her thighs as he ripped her 
maidenhead apart.  She could not imagine more pain...
     Then suddenly he was inside her head, and it became easy to imagine 
more pain.  Her mind opened up to him like a book, everything she'd ever 
done in her life spread open to him, and he plunged into her memories 
just as deeply as he had into her body...
     She saw her mother, looking down at her, trying to get her to have 
fun.  She smiled briefly at her mother, and then went back to counting 
the money she'd earned.  Only now she saw the look of pain on her 
mother's face, the frustration that she felt from seeing her daughter so 
caught up in money...
     Money.  The word pounded into her mind again and again, with the 
rhythm of Ranma's own thrusting.  She'd found early in life how money 
could buy her temporary happiness, and she decided then and there to get 
as much of it as she could.  She threw away her old friends, they didn't 
understand.  She got some new ones, but they were friends on her own 
terms, and she never allowed them to get close.  Never allowed _anyone_ 
to get close.  Too much knowledge was a dangerous thing, and you 
couldn't let them know too much about you...
     Ranma was still pounding in and out of her, and she wanted to give 
in, to become numb to what was happening despite the rape.  But he was 
preventing her from detaching herself from this experience, just more 
and more pain...
     She was at her mother's grave.  All around her, relatives were
sobbing.  Her father and Akane were almost hysterical, and Kasumi was 
quietly weeping as well. But she showed no emotion whatsoever.  That 
would have been a weakness.  Instead, she simply stared at the grave, 
with a blank look on her face...
     The day in high school when she discovered what she was.  A quick 
kiss in the deserted locker room.  A moment of weakness.  It had felt so 
good, the feel of the girl's lips on her own, their bodies rubbing up 
against each other.  But it had been too much.  She had revealed too 
much of herself.  And so she had shunned the girl, pretending not to 
notice the betrayed look on her face.  Pretending not to notice the 
feelings that coursed through her veins whenever she saw an 
intelligent, attractive woman.  Love?  Love was for weaklings...
     Weakness.  She couldn't afford to let herself get weak.  Couldn't 
let anyone know her too well.  And now she had nowhere to run to.  Her 
entire life was known to this man.  Her body was now the property of 
this man.  He could do anything to her.
     She realised suddenly, with a blinding flash, that she wanted him 
to.  She needed to be punished for her life, for all that she had done.  
She had to be cleansed of her sins.  She stared into Ranma's eyes, 
enthralled.  *Ranma...he can help me.  He knows what I need.  Even now, 
he lets me feel the pain, knowing that it is what I deserve.*
     Suddenly she found that she could speak.  She no longer felt a 
desire to scream.  She only wished for greater pain.  She looked down 
now, unable to look into the eyes of her lord.  She felt him empty his 
seed into her, and inwardly rejoiced.  She was beginning her new life, a 
life devoted to paying for her old mistakes.  A life of blissful pain.  
A life of Ranma.

***

     Gradually Ranma felt awareness return to him.  The lust which had 
predominated his thoughts since seeing Akane in the furo seemed sated 
now, and as his penis grew flaccid, pulling out of Nabiki, their 
combined fluids followed.
     He looked down at the girl.  Her eyes were half-open, and she was 
breathing shallowly.  He needed to bring her back to the dojo.  Looking 
around, he noticed that he had shredded her shorts and panties in his 
frenzied lust.  She stood against the wall waiting to see what he would 
do to her.
     The reality of what he had done was beginning to press on his mind, 
but he wouldn't allow himself to think of it.  He quickly gathered up 
her clothing from the alleyway, then took Nabiki up in his arms.  
Grunting with the strain, he took to the rooftops once again, retracing 
his journey to the Tendou home.

***

    Ranma awoke with a start, confused as to his surroundings.  He 
looked around blearily.  He seemed to be in a bedroom.  A clock by the 
dresser told him that it was 4am.  *Too early to get up,* he thought, 
and fell back to the futon with a thud.  He moved his body so that his 
head was nicely framed between Kasumi's breasts, and his crotch near 
Akane's mouth...
     Ranma suddenly shot up, jumping out of the bed and against the 
wall.  He looked back at the futon.  The three Tendou sisters lay there 
in blissful repose, each of them smiling peacefully.
     The events of the previous day washed over Ranma in a rush.  His 
body shivered as the sense of failure began to well up from within.  His 
lusts had taken him over, and now this was the result.  Gods, he wasn't 
even a human being anymore!  Just an animal, doing his best to sate his 
desires.  He'd ruined their lives.  The thought of what he had done to 
Akane, Kasumi, and Nabiki made Ranma start to weep bitter tears.
     He needed to make amends.  He couldn't let this go on.  Quickly he 
went to the pack containing his few possessions.  Among the objects 
inside was a small tanto.  His father had made him carry it with him at 
all times, though he would never say for what reason.  Well, Ranma had a 
purpose for it now.
     He knelt by the futon and held the tanto to his stomach.  He 
whispered to the girls, not allowing himself to wake them.  "I cannot 
begin to make amends for what I have done to you.  Perhaps my worthless 
life will be worth something in death."
     Closing his eyes, he prepared to thrust the blade into his 
body...and was suddenly stopped as a pair of hands ripped the blade 
away from him, while another gripped him from behind.
     Opening his eyes, he saw Kasumi's face looking at him with tears in 
her eyes.  "My God, Master, how could you?  How could you even think of 
doing such a thing like that?"
     The word 'master' merely increased Ranma's feelings of self-
loathing.  "I must.  I have hurt the three of you so much.  There is 
nothing else I can do to repay you..."
     Suddenly it was Akane looking at him.  "Master, we heard you in our 
sleep.  Heard your mind cry out to us.  You don't want to die.  Your 
mind cried out for us to help you."
     Ranma got up, stomping across the room.  "That wasn't me!" he 
screamed.  "It's these stupid powers I have that seem to haunt me!  It 
wants to live, to make me use more people the way that I did you.  Well, 
I'm not going to give it the satisfaction -- "
     "It doesn't matter." The voice was so soft that at first Ranma 
wondered if he'd heard it.  Then he realised that it was Nabiki.  She 
had her head bowed, almost touching the ground.  Her voice sounded 
hoarse.  "Don't you see, you are everything to us.  Even if you did not 
intend it to be so, that's the way it is."
     Nabiki looked up, and Ranma saw her eyes red with tears.  "If you 
kill yourself, we will follow you.  Even into the next world."
     The combination of the words and the look on her face...on _all_ of 
their faces finally broke Ranma's will.  He crumpled to the ground, his 
body wracked with great, heaving sobs.  He felt the girls reach out, 
pressing his body against their own.  There was nothing sexual about it; 
this was something much deeper than that.  His pain hurt them.  They 
would do anything to see him happy.  Every cry from his body sent a wave 
of psychosomatic pain through them.
     Finally, after a few minutes, his crying stopped.  He lay there, 
considering what he could possibly do next.  Suicide was out of the 
question.  The girls wouldn't let him, and they would only kill 
themselves as well if he succeeded.  They were dependent on him.  He had 
made them that way.
     Suddenly his eyes snapped open.  If he could make them obey his 
every thought, perhaps it was possible to undo the damage.  Could he 
give them their minds back?
     He knew that if he did so, he risked getting arrested and thrown in 
prison for the rest of his life.  However, he would consider that just 
punishment for what he'd done.  He had to try.  He had felt the power 
grow within him with each sexual encounter; surely he had enough now to 
give them their minds back.
     He pushed himself to an upright position again, and asked the girls 
to look at him.  As he concentrated, he saw their eyes grow glassy and 
heavy...

***

     An hour later, he sat back, almost exhausted by his attempts to 
remove his influence from them.
     He had not been entirely successful.  They were still devoted to 
him, and would not think about attempting to harm him.  They still 
burned with lust for his body, and, he admitted shamefully, he desired 
them just as much.  He could not remove that, no matter how hard he 
tried.  He just wasn't powerful enough.
     Luckily, some of the damage was reversible.  Akane was almost her 
old self, so much so that she would attract no suspicion.  Ranma's 
mental control had simply battered her own mind down and overlaid his 
thoughts; bringing it back was fairly simple.
     Nabiki was much, much harder.  Like Akane, he had battered down her 
mental defences; however, he had been enraged at her attempts to run 
away, and so the damage had been much more extensive.  Nabiki's sense of 
self-esteem had been totally demolished.  She had been shown the worst 
parts of her life by Ranma, and now believed herself to be a wretched 
person, deserving of whatever punishments Ranma could think of.
     He had called over Akane and Kasumi and explained to them what he 
had done.  Akane looked a little uncomfortable, and said that what he 
had done was ill-conceived (the closest she could get to yelling at 
him).  Kasumi was still in his power, so she simply smiled and nodded.  
He then told them what he thought he could do, and how they could help 
him.  They both agreed to try.
     He joined hands with the two of them and concentrated on Nabiki's 
face.  She looked into his eyes with the expression of someone waiting 
for the gallows.  Ranma swallowed hard and entered her mind.
     Kasumi and Akane had no mental powers of their own, but by 
extending himself a little he could allow them into Nabiki's 
consciousness.  Once again, he leafed through her memories, but softly 
this time, picking the right ones.  Kasumi and Akane spoke to Nabiki 
both outside her mind and from within.
     They reminded her of the good her money had done for her family.  
The moment when Nabiki decided to stop collecting money for personal 
gain, and started to use it to keep her family's honour intact.  Her 
father got all the credit, of course, but he hadn't been able to teach 
much at all since their mother's death.  It had been Nabiki's doing that 
kept them from the poorhouse.
     Akane reminded her of the times she needed a confidante, someone 
that would understand when she cried out against all the wrongs in the 
world.  Nabiki would always be there with a word or two of comfort, and 
a joke to make Akane forget about her bad days.
     Kasumi showed Nabiki the day she had almost had a breakdown.  Their 
father had been out of the house, and Akane had gone to a martial-arts 
tournament.  So it was only Nabiki that saw Kasumi in her room, 
screaming at the portrait of their mother she kept on the nightstand.  
Nabiki held her sister tight as Kasumi wept, explaining that she was 
never good enough, could never be good enough to replace mother.  Nabiki 
had told Kasumi how much they appreciated all that she did for the 
family, and that they didn't want her to be like their mother.  
Moreover, Nabiki had looked Kasumi in the eyes and said, "I love you".  
She'd never said those words to anyone, not even her parents.  It had 
meant the world to Kasumi that Nabiki chose to tell her of her love.
     They both saw the shame that Nabiki felt about her lesbianism, and 
the efforts she made to hide it, to keep her family from being 
dishonoured.  Kasumi and Akane explained that they wanted to see her 
happy more than anything else.  If she liked girls, that was fine.  It
didn't make them love her any less.
     Finally, Ranma began to ease her mind back into shape.  *We are all 
capable of doing good and evil, Nabiki.  Last night, for example, I did 
you a great evil.  I showed you only the bad parts of your life, the 
things that you regret.  But you have done good as well.  You love your 
family.  That is your strength, Nabiki.  Find that strength within you 
once again, Nabiki.  Love is never a weakness.  It only makes you 
stronger.*
     It had worked.  Between the three of them, they were able to knit 
Nabiki's self-esteem back together.  She would still have a tendency to 
act submissively towards Ranma and her sisters, and he hadn't been able 
to fix that.  But she assured him that when she got to school, no one 
would realise what had happened to her.  "And if anyone asks, I'll just 
charge them double interest," she said, a little of the old gleam in her 
eye.  Ranma laughed, mostly out of relief.
     Kasumi proved to be a problem.  She understood by now what he was 
doing to them, and stopped him.
     "Master, please.  I know what you mean to do, and I know that you 
do it with the best of intentions.  But please...don't let me go back to 
what I was.  Nabiki and Akane were both happy, but I was not.  I was 
desperately unhappy in my old existence.  You may have freed me for the 
wrong reasons, but you _did_ release me.  I thank you for that."
     Ranma wrestled with his conscience.  "Kasumi...I need to do 
something.  People will notice the difference in you."
     She smiled warmly.  "I doubt it.  Master, no one's noticed me at 
all since I graduated from high school.  I spend the day here, except 
for running errands.  And although eventually I do plan on going out and 
experiencing what life has to offer, first I want to get reacquainted 
with my family.  Whether you like it or not, Master, you have changed 
us.  We need to find out what that means."
     Ranma sighed.  "I need to do a few things."
     She smiled again.  Her smile was still the sweetest that Ranma had 
ever seen.  "I know.  And it's all right.  But don't change what I am 
now.  That would break my heart."
     So in the end, he had done merely small adjustments, removing most 
of her dependency on him (though again, he could not remove it all), and 
getting rid of the compulsion to feel pain when he did.  He would trust 
her to lead her new life.
     Now he lay back.  He wanted to be exhausted, but instead, he was 
_incredibly_ aroused.  He'd used his powers for almost a full hour, and 
he felt his need pressing against his shorts, threatening to tear them 
if he waited much longer.  Luckily, he had felt none of the compulsions 
to hurt the girls that had come last night.  Perhaps it was because they 
still served him to some extent, perhaps it was because he had more 
experience with the manipulation.  In any case, he didn't feel blind 
lust anymore.  Just lust.
     The girls noticed this as well, and looked at his crotch greedily.  
He coughed.  "Um...if you don't want to..."
     Akane grinned.  "But we do, Master."
     "Ranma."  He could not have them calling him that.  "Please.  Call 
me Ranma, all of you."
     Akane smiled more broadly.  "As you wish," she said.  "But Ranma, 
you forget, you couldn't get rid of our desire for you."
     Kasumi crept up behind him, and started massaging his chest.  "It's 
one of the few things we've kept from last night.  We want you, Ranma.  
We _need_ you."
     Ranma tensed momentarily.  Nabiki was next to speak, reaching up to 
his shorts and freeing his erect member.  "Not like that.  We need you 
the way that a woman needs a man.  Look at us, Ranma.  You have three 
naked, willing women who would do anything to please you.  No man could 
resist that, not even you."  She had positioned herself at his crotch, 
but now looked up.  "Will you let us please you?"
     Ranma almost came then and there, looking down at her face.  He 
looked up, and saw an identical expression on Akane's.  He suspected 
that Kasumi behind him was also the same.
     Finally, he gave a huge, shuddering sigh, and reached out for 
Akane, drawing her into his arms.  "All right."
     Suddenly he was attacked from all sides.  Akane kissed him 
fiercely, her tongue running along his lips and into his mouth.  Kasumi 
kissed him as well, running her mouth along his chest and down towards 
his stomach.  Nabiki took hold of his rod and began to slowly lick it, 
savouring the experience and trying to give Ranma as much pleasure as 
possible.
     *I hope I'll be able to keep up with them,* he thought before 
turning his mind back to more urgent needs.

***

     Once again, Ranma woke up with three women lying around and on top 
of him.  This time, though, he smiled.
     He had been fairly surprised when, while Akane was busy thrusting 
herself up and down on top of him, Nabiki and Kasumi began to kiss each 
other passionately.  When he asked them about it later, they had 
explained that when they were in Nabiki's head, they had all viewed the 
depths of their love for each other.  It was more than family love or 
sisterly love.  It transcended bonds.
     They begged him not to remove it.  He considered for a moment, and 
realised that their love was not physically dangerous, and made them 
happy.  They also promised not to show any untoward behaviour in public.  
With that promise, he agreed to let them express their love for each 
other.  In every way.  To show their gratitude, they put on a bit of a 
show for him.  After watching the three of them make each other scream 
with pleasure, he had finally gotten enough strength for one last round, 
with Kasumi mounting him this time.
     Now, he looked at each of their faces, and considered once more the 
actions that had brought him here.  He wondered for a moment if it was 
the fault of his mental powers, if perhaps they had been controlling him 
in some way, forcing him to act upon his lust.  He quickly threw that 
thought away, though.  *If I start thinking that none of this is my 
fault, then I could just go on like this, taking more women and 
accepting no responsibility.  No, I won't do that.  _I_ did this, and 
I'm going to be the one to set it right.*
     Still, he felt more doubts.  If his lusts had gotten away from him 
this easily, they could do so again.  He looked back once again at the 
Tendou sisters, looking so innocent in sleep, an innocence that he had 
robbed them of in their waking hours.
     *You say that you can never hurt me, girls,* he thought.  *Well, I 
make this vow to you.  I will never willingly hurt you again, physically 
or mentally.  I will treat you as you deserve to be treated, not like 
slaves.  And I will free you from what I have done.  I will find a way.*
     He suddenly realised that his powers, while still stronger than the 
day before, had not expanded during the night.  That put paid to his 
theory that his powers increased the more sex he had.
     Unless...
     With a sinking feeling, Ranma realised what it might be.  *Unless 
it gets stronger with each _first_ encounter.  That would explain why I 
got stronger when I took them last night, but not this morning.*
     That would also mean that in order to get the amount of power 
needed to free them, he _would_ need to do this again.  He would have to 
have sex with more people.  His heart beat faster at the idea, though he 
did not know if it was fear or desire.
     Suddenly the alarm went off, and he saw Kasumi quickly rise to get 
up.  She sighed, giving a wry smile.  "I guess some habits just can't be 
unlearned.  I might as well make breakfast and get the three of you 
ready, since I'm already up."
     Ranma looked puzzled.  "Ready for what?"
     "Why, Ranma, today is a school day."

End of Part 1


Author's notes:

This story is Lara Bartram's fault.  (There, see!  It's NOT Mike 
Loader's, it's Lara Bartram's.  Ha!)  We were throwing lemon ideas at 
each other over the MUCK, and she suggested that I type a few of them 
up.  Pathetically, I decided to try.

This started out as a parody idea, with Tarou getting mind control 
powers, making all the women in Ranma 1/2 his slaves, and ending up 
getting his comeuppance, in a scene that involved a cheese grater.  
However, when I actually went to write this up, I realised that I wanted 
to make it have an actual plot.  And I didn't really want to do a 
serious plot with Tarou.  So I decided to use Ranma as the MC artist.

You'll note there are some unexplained threads here.  This is a 
multipart work, slated for nine at the moment.  It will be written as a 
'side project', when I'm waiting for C&C to come back on my other fics.  
The details of what happened at Jusenkyou, as well as his training with 
Cologne, will be dealt with in future parts.

Thank you to those on KawaiiMUCK who convinced me that I was _not_ 
insane to write this.  Prereader thanks to Lara Bartram, Mike Loader, 
RpM, Dan Root, Tom Schmidt, White Wolf, Zen, Ed Becerra, Trisha 
Sebastian, Sebastian Weinberg, Jeff Hosmer, and Nick Leifker.  (Whew!)  
If there is anything here besides hardcore sex, it's probably their 
doing. ^_^  Extra special thanks to Lara and Dan, who really tore this 
apart line by line to make it reasonably well-written.

Part 2 will feature Kunou, and will be available...sometime.

--Sean Gaffney
--a case suitable for treatment