This is by way of being a revenge lemon.
     Among other things that means it has very graphic sex
     scenes.  If you are a minor or don't enjoy this type of
     story please don't read this.

     My current fic has a few Shampoo's fans rather upset.
     Funny, they keep reading it though. ^_^, 
     Anyway, this story is for them. 
     If you are not acquainted with my story, The Shikima
     Interface, 
     some of the references here might slip by you, but on the whole
     I think you can likely figure it out.
     A word to those fans who do read the SI, this story does not
     take 
     place in that world, and none of the events in this story will
     affect that one.
     
     So, join us as Nabiki learns the value and need of a good secure
     Computer
     password.

     Turnabout, A Shikima Interface side story.  C+C appreciated.
     Please don't post this without letting me know, thank you.
     T.H. Tiger.  schell@interlog.com






     Nabiki walked into the house and listened for a second.  She
decided that the sound she was hearing was the most beautiful she
had ever heard.  It was the sound of silence, utter and complete
silence.  Akane and Ranma were on a school trip.  Kasumi was
visiting an old school friend, and the Master and Genma, along with
her father were out doing something she really didn't want to know
about.
     She had the place to herself, no berserk martial artist
threatening to crash through the wall at any time.  No Ranma
rushing through her room on his way to her window, Akane in hot
pursuit.  No crazed fiancee's wanting the scoop on Ranma, not that
she minded the money, but the constant interruptions played hell
with her privacy.
     She fairly quivered in excitement.  It had been far too long
since the last time she had some guaranteed privacy, not since the
incident with the seven lucky gods martial artists as a matter of fact. 
She felt a warmth spreading through her body as anticipation moved
her up the stairs.  It had been too long since she had been able to
indulge herself without restrictions.  A little self pleasure would go a
long way to easing the feeling currently filling her belly.  Especially
considering how steamy the last chapter of her little story had been. 
She had just been slipping her hand down the top of her short shorts
after finishing it when Akane had burst in, eager to complain about
Ranma's latest insult
     She had thought she would burst before Akane finally left, but
the moment had been spoiled, and she had experienced a rather
mediocre orgasm later under cover of her bedspread.  Well, no half
hearted orgasm to-night.  To-night she could cut loose.

     Nabiki's happy thought lasted right up to the moment she
opened her door and saw someone sitting in front of her computer. 
She felt her heart give a lurch, but then the figure turned, and she
saw it was Shampoo.  Wheew, she thought to herself.  Shampoo
might have figured out how to turn on the computer, but she'd never
be able to access Nabiki's private files.
     "Help you with anything?" Nabiki said in a bored tone of voice
that was far from what she was feeling.
     "I not know mistress.  Can you?" Shampoo said with a lift of
her eyebrow.  It took Nabiki a second, but then her heart once again
turned over and she looked over the Amazon's shoulder at the
computer screen.  She was too far away to read it completely, but
what she could make out was more then enough to confirm just what
it was Shampoo had been reading.
     Shampoo's expression, which had been neutral, turned rather
grim.  "Shampoo always thought Akane pervert in Tendo family. 
Now she know who real pervert is."
     "Eh, he he." Nabiki laughed nervously, "it was just a little
private thing."
     "Is insult to Shampoo!" The Amazon snapped out.  You really
think Shampoo bow down to weak girl like you, you not just pervert,
you stupid too."
     "Hey, wait-" Nabiki started to protest, but cut off abruptly when
Shampoo seemed to blur across the room and was suddenly in her
face.
     "Shampoo think maybe Nabiki need lesson in real life.  Nabiki
want lesson easy or hard?"
     Nabiki grinned rather sickly, and made a break for the door. 
To her surprise she made it.  She pelted down the stairs, sweating in
panic, her breath rasping in her throat.  She kept glancing over her
shoulder, expecting Shampoo to show at the head of the stairs any
moment.  She did not.  
     "Maybe she was just trying to scare me," Nabiki muttered, but
not wanting to take any chances, did not slow her pace.  She
rocketed out the front door, and suddenly skidded to a halt bare
inches away from Shampoo who had exited via her window.
     "Good, Shampoo glad you take hard." The purple haired
Amazon said, just before driving a knife edged hand into Nabiki's
diaphragm with surgical precision.
     Nabiki felt her lungs stop as all the breath rushed from her
body.  Wheezing in panic, she tried to draw a breath, but had no
success.  Shampoo grabbed her by the hair on her head and pulled
her upright, A quick twist of her body and she found herself flung
over Shampoo's shoulder.  Walking with a deliberate bounce in her
stride, Shampoo headed for the dojo.  Each step drove her shoulder
into Nabiki's soft belly.  It was agony, but on the other hand she
soon found that the jarring was restarting her lungs.  She could
breath again.  Then all the breath left her body again. 
     Shampoo had been holding her in place with a hand on her
upper thighs, now that hand slipped up under her skirt and cupped
her ass, squeezing it hard.  Nabiki felt her panic growing, she was
dreading what sort of lesson Shampoo planed to teach her.  The story
on her computer had been explicit to say the least, and if Shampoo
was using that as a guide then she could be in big trouble.

     Shampoo passed into the dojo, and with a heave, tossed Nabiki
onto the floor.  Nabiki yelped, barely managing to roll enough to
prevent serious pain, but not enough to let her off unscathed.  She
was on her belly, hoping that someone, anyone would show up, when
with a thunk, Shampoo's broadsword dove into the floor, inches
from her nose.  With a small scream, she scrabbled backward, only
when she had backed herself all the way across the dojo and up
against the far wall, did she notice that Shampoo was not holding
onto her sword, but was rather standing several feet away from it,
her arms crossed, and a very feline smile on her face as she watched
Nabiki's panicked actions.

     Shampoo nodded at the sword.  "There, Nabiki have sword,
poor Shampoo have no weapon at all.  Nabiki take sword, beat
Shampoo.  That how you get Amazon slave girl."
     Nabiki looked incredulously at Shampoo.  "You have got to be
kidding.  I couldn't even pick that up." She gave a nervous laugh,
her ass still tingling from where Shampoo had grabbed it.  "Look,
you've made your point.  I'll erase the story, no one else will ever see
it.  I promise."
     Shampoo just shook her head, "pick up sword and fight."
     "I can't you stupid bimbo!  I'm not one of you, I'm not some
crazy marital artist."
     "Pick up Sword!!!" Shampoo snapped out, suddenly once again
moving with that blazing speed, she was on Nabiki before the girl
knew what had happened, and pain blazed through her skull as
Shampoo wrenched her away from the wall by her hair and sent her
sprawling a foot or so from the upright sword.  "Pick up sword!!"
Shampoo again ordered, her face blazing with anger.
     Desperately Nabiki pulled on the hilt, yanking the sword free,
only to over balance from panic and the heavy weight.  She fell
heavily and the sword went skidding across the room to Shampoo,
who stopped it with a foot, and then sent in skidding unerringly back
across the room to Nabiki.  It halted with the hilt brushing Nabiki's
finger tips.  She snatched her hand away as if it was on fire.
     "Pick up . . ."
     "I can't!!" screamed Nabiki, breaking into tears.  She curled up
into a ball and started shaking with sobs.  "I can't, I can't, I can't." 
She blubbered over and over.
     Shampoo considered for awhile, then spoke.  "Fine, take off
panties."
     "What?" Nabiki said in confusion, lifting her tear stained face
to look at Shampoo. 
     "You hear.  Take of panties."
     "You're joking?" Nabiki said incredulously, and then let out a
panic scream as Shampoo blurred across the floor toward her,
picking up the sword as she did so.  In one continuing movement,
she brought the sword around and down at the cowering girl before
her.  With a thunk, it once again sank into the hardwood floor, this
time between Nabiki's legs, pinning her skirt to the floor.  With a
shrill scream, Nabiki jerked away from the nightmarish thing,
ripping her skirt open as she did so.
     She sprawled on her back, and suddenly Shampoo was there
straddling her.  "Whap, whap." Shampoo's open hand lashed back
and forth, slapping both of Nabiki's cheeks painfully, jerking her
head first one way, then another.  Then grabbing the terrified and
sobbing girl's hair once again, she wrenched Nabiki's face up so the
terrified girl could see her face clearly.
     "You listen Nabiki, Shampoo give you honorable chance to
redeem self, you cry like baby, you not fit to be on same level
Shampoo.  You only fit to be slave.  Shampoo's slave.  Now!! 
TAKE OFF PANTIES!!" Shampoo yelled into Nabiki's face.  Then
she got off the pathetic girl and stood there, her arms crossed, a look
of disdain on her face.  Nabiki looked at that face, and all her
bravado, and carefully maintained facade melted away.  All that was
left was a scared and frightened young girl who only wanted the fear
and pain to go away.  Reaching between her legs she skinned the
small delicate panties off and held them out to Shampoo.
     "What you do that for?  You think Shampoo pervert like
Happosai?  You know what do with those."
     Nabiki starred at the girl, her mind whirling, then, she
understood.  Keeping her eyes on Shampoo, she slowly wadded the
panties into a small ball, and shoved them into her own mouth. 
Shampoo nodded in satisfaction, and a warm glow filled Nabiki at
having guessed right and avoided more pain.  The warm glowed
intensified when she saw Shampoo smiling and nodding in
agreement. 
     "You very smart slave.  Now that panties out of way, you come
lay over Shampoo's lap." with that, Shampoo knelt down of the floor
and gestured to Nabiki, who shook her head, and made muffled
noises of protest, but she did not try and take the panties that blocked
her protests out of her mouth.  Nabiki felt a coldness fill her belly as
she saw Shampoo smiling face suddenly turn angry and fore bidding. 
Before she even knew she was doing it, she scrambled across the
floor, practically flinging herself across Shampoo's lap.

     Shampoo gave her a fond pat on the head, but when she spoke
it was with a firm and cold tone.  You not as good as Shampoo
thought.  When Shampoo tell you do, you do.  Slave must learn
this." Shampoo flipped up the ragged remains of Nabiki's schoolgirl
skirt and barred her bottom.  It was a surprisingly firm one,
considering Nabiki's appetite and sedentary lifestyle.  Shampoo
patted it and clucked approvingly at the firmness.  "Shampoo
surprised, Shampoo think Nabiki fat ass." Then she clucked in mock
sympathy.  "Too bad, Nabiki could have used padding."
     Nabiki had just enough time to register the meaning of that
statement when Shampoo's firm hand splatted down hard on her
upturned ass.  What followed was one of the most humiliating half
hours of her life.  Shampoo methodically and with great precision
turned every inch of Nabiki's rear a nice even red color.  After thirty
seconds Nabiki was struggling furiously, but futilely against
Shampoo's greater strength and training.  After two minutes she had
stopped her struggles, and lay limply, trying to endure with as much
dignity as she could salvage.  After ten minutes, strangled sobs
began to emerge from her mouth, and a minute after that, she was
crying freely, the soggy panties falling out of her mouth as she began
to wail in ernest.  She continued to cry bitter tears right up to the
end, when Shampoo shoved her off her lap and onto the floor. 
     "Slave learn lesson?"
     Gulping back the tears that flooded her throat and hiccupping
pathetically, Nabiki said, "Yes mistress."
     "That good, you go and bend over thing there."
     The thing Shampoo gestured at was an old gym horse,
gathering dust.  A relic from Nabiki's brief flirtation with athletics
years ago.  Nabiki approached the old horse with trepidation, but
never once considered not doing so.  She bent over it, and blushed as
she felt her torn skirt ride up over her bare and aching bottom.  A
breeze from the door washed cooling air over Nabiki's hot flesh, and
caused a chill to run down her leg as the moisture that had seeped
from her sex during her spanking evaporated. 
     Nabiki felt embarrassed, and exposed.  She also was beginning
to feel very aroused, much against her will.  She had always
imagined herself as the dominant one, this should not be turning her
on so much, but it was.  A clatter from in front of Nabiki caused her
to crane her head up.  What she saw made her eyes go wide. 
Shampoo was rummaging though some of the various odds and ends
that had ended up in the dojo, and as Nabiki watched she picked up a
pair of gymnastic clubs that Akane had used while training for her
bout with Kodachi.  The way Shampoo ran the narrow end of one of
the club through a curled up finger, plus the smile on her face left
Nabiki in no doubt as what her intentions were.  Heart beating, she
started to ease herself off the horse, only to freeze in fear as the club
that had been in Shampoo's hand, suddenly thunked hard against the
side of the horse, inches from her fingers.  If it had hit, Nabiki knew
she would be nursing a broken hand now.
     Trembling like a leaf, she raised her eyes and met Shampoo's. 
The anger there made her drop her own eyes quickly, and she lay
over the horse, quivering in fear. 
     "You very stupid girl.  Shampoo thought slave learn place,
guess Shampoo little stupid too, should know better." 
     Nabiki winced under the lash of Shampoo's voice. "I'm sorry
mistress." She said in a quavery voice.
     Shampoo heaved a sigh.  "Shampoo not want to hear you sorry. 
She want you not do things you need say sorry for.  Now Shampoo
have to waste time teach lesson again."
     "Tears ran down Nabiki face and dripped off her chin.  "Please
mistress, I won't do, Aggghh." The last was wrenched from her as
Shampoo gave her aching backside a swift hard swat.
     "You no say anything.  Actions is actions, you do wrong,
Shampoo's duty correct.  Say sorry is just words, you is good with
words.  Shampoo is good with hands.  Shampoo is good at actions. 
Nabiki learn to speak with actions, that all matters, not twisty
words." With that Shampoo reached for Nabiki's by now very
tattered skirt, and with one yank, ripped it from Nabiki's body,
leaving her naked from the waist down with the exception of her
socks.
     Ripping and tearing sounds came from behind Nabiki, and she
started to turn her head, only to be stopped by a painful wallop on
her posterior.  Tears once again came to her eyes, and she bit back a
sob, part pain, part fear, and part humiliation, as she felt a heat
spreading out from her center, and a moist wet feeling began to form
between her legs.  The ripping sounds stopped, and she felt Shampoo
grab one of her legs, just above the ankle.  The Amazon fastened
something around her ankle and then wrenched her leg over to the
edge of horse.  For a few seconds her leg was pulled this way and
that, and the horse shivered as Shampoo shifted the upper sections. 
Then she let go of Nabiki's leg and reached over and grabbed the
other one.  Nabiki tried to bring the leg Shampoo had been handling
back in, but found she could not.  She suddenly knew what had
happened to her skirt, and what was currently holding her leg in
place.  She bit back a sob of despair and fear as Shampoo wrenched
her free leg over to the opposite side of the horse, and soon it was as
firmly held as the other one.  
     Shampoo moved around until she stood in front of Nabiki, she
knelt and pulled Nabiki's head up by her hair so she could stare into
her eyes.  She held her other hand in front of Nabiki's face, and the
bound girl saw that it contained the drool soaked panties that she
had spit out during her spanking.  Without needing to be asked, she
opened her mouth and let Shampoo insert them into her mouth. 
Shampoo used a shard of Nabiki's skirt to gag her, and to insure that
she did not spit them out this time. 
     "There, maybe if Nabiki no able talk, she not get in trouble
again, waste Shampoo's time," the lavender haired Amazon said
with some satisfaction.  She then pulled Nabiki's arms out in front of
her and bound her wrists together firmly, then using the last of what
was left of Nabiki's skirt, she pulled Nabiki's arms down as far as
she could, and bound them firmly to one of the hand holds that
circled the bottom of the horse.  When she was done, Nabiki was
stretched tight over the leather top of the horse, her legs spread far
apart, and her feet several inches off the floor.  She was quite
helpless.  And the gag in her mouth made sure she could make no
protest.

     Nabiki could only lay there helplessly as Shampoo went back
over to the junk she had been pawing over earlier.  She picked up the
two clubs she had been inspecting before, but she also took a
gymnastic ribbon.  Walking over to Nabiki, she set the clubs on the
floor in front of her face, and then she walked around to the other
side of the horse.  Nabiki was quivering, she knew full well what
Shampoo was going to do with those clubs, and she had a pretty
good guess what she was going to do with the ribbon.  She clenched
her ass cheeks tightly together, anticipating what was coming.  She
heard the swish of ribbon in the air, but nothing more.  Soon her
stomach muscles began to cramp from the effort of tensing her
gluteus muscles so hard, and she was forced to relax them.  The
second she did so, a path of fire blazed across her already sore
behind, and she screamed into her gag. 
     Shampoo was more forgiving this time, or maybe more
impatient.  The whipping only lasted five minutes, but they seemed
much, much longer to Nabiki.  When she was done, Shampoo
walked around and again knelt if front of Nabiki.  She picked up the
two clubs in one hand.  While retaining her hold on the ribbon in the
other.
     "Shampoo very generous mistress, Slave get choice, which be." 
     Nabiki felt her stomach ball up inside her, and her heart started
to beat faster.  There was really no option for her here.  She could
not bear the thought of more pain.  Hesitantly, she nodded toward
the hand holding the clubs.  Shampoo laughed.  "You very horny
slave, want Shampoo fill hot holes very bad.  You very bad slave,
Shampoo should beat instead." 
     Nabiki's eyes widened in horror, and she shook her head
vigorously, again and again she jerked her head toward the clubs. 
     Shampoo gave a sigh.  "Shampoo to soft, this one time, she let
slave off.  But slave better be good in future or . . ." Here Shampoo
trailed off, leaving the options open to Nabiki's fertile imagination. 
For Nabiki part, she felt a wave of intense gratitude that Shampoo
was not going to beat her anymore.  She looked up at the Amazon
through eyes dewy with tears.  Shampoo blinked in surprise at the
raw affection in those eyes.  Then she shook off the feeling they
aroused in her. Dropping the ribbon on the floor in front of Nabiki as
a reminder, she took the clubs and walked around behind Nabiki.

     
     Shampoo looked in appreciation at her handiwork.  Nabiki's
backside was a bright red, crisscrossed with a large number of thin
welts that formed a most intricate pattern.  Her wide spread legs and
her position over the horse presented both of her opening in a
manner reminiscent of a target.  Running a hand over Nabiki's
abused backside, she smiled as she felt the other girl quiver in fear. 
That was good, Nabiki needed to learn a little fear.  Sliding a hand
down over Nabiki's hot flesh, she reached her target and used a
finger to part the folds of Nabiki's sex.  She felt a great deal of
amusement as she noted how wet the other girl was.  She wasn't so
objective herself.  The anticipation of this moment had made her
very glad that she was wearing a pair of thick cotton panties.  She'd
be staining her dress by now otherwise.
     Shampoo brought the narrow end of one of the clubs she held
up to the entrance of Nabiki's sex, and used it to lightly stoke the
inflamed tissue.  A gasp escaped from behind Nabiki's gag, and her
hips bucked.  Shampoo compensated for her movements, and never
lost contact, or pressed to hard.  Rubbing the tip back and forth for a
few minutes, she enjoyed the muffled cries coming from the bound
girl, but finally it was time to take the plunge.  Centering the tip of
the gymnastic club on Nabiki's pulsing opening, she placed the heel
of her free hand on the bottom, and prepared to shove it home.

     "Shampoo my love!!! I've found you at last!!!"
     Shampoo head whipped around, and she stared in shock at
where Mousse was currently glomping a practice dummy.  Without
thinking, her hand went back and she fired the club in her hand
across the room.  It hit Mousse in the forehead, knocking his glasses
off, and staggering him back from the object of his affection.
     "Stupid Mousse, what you do here?  Why you always follow
Shampoo?" 
     "Shampoo, where are you?" Mousse cried, trying futilely to see
her.  Giving up, he started to search the floor for his glasses, all the
while shouting out his love for you. 
     Shampoo snorted in disgust, and began to look around for a
bucket of water.  As she looked, her eyes crossed over Nabiki's
bound and quivering body, and felt great anger at Mousse for
interrupting what had been turning into a very interesting diversion. 
How she wished there was someway she could get the foolish duck
out of her life forever.  Suddenly, a thought like a bolt of lightning
went through her.  Turning she noted that Mousse was moving
farther and farther away from his glasses, and closer to Shampoo
and Nabiki.  She hesitated for a second, then her expression firmed. 
Calling out in her sexist voice she said.
     "Mousse, why you look for glasses?  Shampoo need you, not
silly pieces of glass."
     Mousse almost fell on his face, so great was his shock.  "You
     need me?" he said in quavery voice.
     "Oh, Shampoo so hot, so lonely, she need big strong man.  Is
Mousse big enough man to help Shampoo?"
     "Yes, oh yes my darling.  Oh how I've waited for this day.  I
knew you would recognize true love one day. . ." How long he might
have gone on is not known.  The other club in Shampoo's hand
caught him in the middle of the forehead and sent him staggering. 
     "Mousse shut up!!" She shouted, then fighting to control
herself, she once again used her sexist voice.  "Shampoo mean, she
not need hear words, she wants action, you prove you man, maybe
 Shampoo forget you stupid too."
     "Shampoo!!"
     "Quiet!!" Shampoo gritted her teeth, and swore that if this did
not work, she was going to serve Ranma peking duck for dinner. 
"Mousse no talk, Mousse come this way." She said in a sultry voice. 
As Mousse began to make his way toward her voice, his hands
outstretched, she moved around till she was kneeling beside Nabiki's
head.  Nabiki looked at her, her eyes wide, and a trace of fear in
them.  Idly Shampoo reached out and stroked her cheek reassuringly,
and Nabiki pressed her face into the other girls hand, seeming to
draw strength from the contact.  Shampoo continued to guide
Mousse, speaking in a siren's voice, leading him on, and causing a
large bulge to start to form in the front of his pants.

     Mousse walked trembling toward the voice of his beloved, it
had been so long, he had begun to fear she would never see the truth. 
The closer he came to her soft sweet voice, the more excited he
became.  Then, his hand brushed something, and he quickly moved
in closer, both hands feeling.  He froze in shock as he realized that
he was grasping a naked female ass. 

     "Oh Mousse, your hands so strong.  Shampoo can wait no
more, prove you man to Shampoo."
 
     At Shampoo's word, what little thinking ability Mousse
possessed in regard to her went out the window.  Fumbling
frantically with his pants, he pushed them down around his knees,
and using touch alone, he brought the head of his painfully engorged
member forward until it contacted the hot wetness of his beloved's
sex.  Wasting not a moment, he thrust deep into that clasping
wetness.

     "Ohhhhhh, Mousse, you so big, you so hard.  Harder, harder,
make Shampoo woman."
     
     Spurred on by Shampoo's words, Mousse thrust in and out of
her body, using all the strength he possessed.  The feeling of that
tight clinging flesh was driving him mad with the desire to shoot his
seed deep into her, but he gritted his teeth and held on.

     Shampoo was surprised at the vigor with which Mousse fucked,
who would have thought the duck had it in him.  Her eyes turned to
Nabiki's face, which was flushed, and sweating.  Nabiki's head was
jarring back and forth in time with Mousse's hard and vigorous
thrusting.  And Shampoo felt a twinge of remorse when she saw the
heavy tears trickling from under Nabiki's tightly closed eyes. 
Without thinking, she reached out and grasped Nabiki by her chin,
stopping her heads wild swinging.  Then, as the bound girl opened
her eyes and stared in dull eyed resignation, Shampoo leaned
forward and kissed her softly on her bound lips.  Then Shampoo
moved her head up, and delicately licked away the tears that
streamed from Nabiki's eyes.  The dull look in Nabiki's eyes was
replaced by a glistening one, and Shampoo was once again shocked
by the raw affection in that gaze.

     Nabiki felt her flesh being abused and forced by Mousse's
heavy member, but it no longer mattered, he was just an object, an
extension of the girl who knelt in front of her.  It was not Mousse
fucking her, it was Shampoo, and she deep down inside her heart, a
connection was made that nothing would ever break.  She looked
with adoration into the face of her mistress, and let her body respond
to her mistresses's tool.  Higher and higher her passion grew, until at
last, she convulsed with a violent orgasm.

     Mousse felt the flesh of his beloved clench tightly around his
thrusting prick, and as her fleshed milked him, he could hold back
no longer and fired jet after of jet of his seed deep into his beloved
body.  Overcome by the sensation, he folded over and lay panting on
top of her sweat slick flesh.  Then, he felt something brush the top of
his head, and his vision suddenly cleared.  Not questioning the
sudden occurrence, being to eager to view his love in her afterglow,
he leaverd himself back and gazed on the . . . bound and beaten body
of Nabiki Tendo.
     "Wh. . . wha . . . what?" he stammered out.  Looking around
wildly.  His eyes suddenly found Shampoo.  Fully dressed and
unfucked.  Once again he stammered.  "Wha . . How . .I don't under
. . . why?

     "Because you fool, and rapist."
     "No!!! I'd never."
     "But Mousse did." Shampoo said, the feline grin back on her
face, she walked across to the video camera that she had turned on
when first she had carried Nabiki into the dojo.  "Shampoo have
proof." Shampoo pulled out a cassette from the side of the camera. 
"Great grandmother be very interested in this, I thinking."
     "Nooooooooooo!!!!" Mousse screamed in denial.
     "Yessssssssss." Shampoo hissed back at him.
     With a cry of despair, Mousse fled the room.  Shampoo with a
laugh of satisfaction, walked over and untied Nabiki.  
     
     A few minutes later, Nabiki stood in the middle of the dojo,
Mousse seed running down the inside of her legs.  Her head was
lowered, and she said in a questioning tone.  Mistresss, may this
slave speak?"
     Shampoo looked up from where she was removing evidence,
and looked at Nabiki is surprise.  Then she said.  "Slave may speak."
     "Why did Mousse act like that?"
     "That very simple, Amazon man who take girl against will, any
girl, Amazon elder make sure he never able to again.  If Mousse stay
in Nerimia, or go anywhere near Shampoo.  Great-grandmother, she
make him not man." Shampoo held up two fingers, and made a
scissoring motion.  "Snip, snip.  either way, Mousse not bother
Shampoo again." 
     Nabiki nodded in understanding, then walked across the floor
and knelt in front of Shampoo.  "What of me mistress, what would
you have me do?"
     "Do?  You do what want.  Shampoo think you learn lesson. 
Shampoo happy, she no hold grudge against girl who free her from
 crazy Mousse."
     "No."
     "Eh, what you mean no?"
     Shampoo was suddenly knocked backward as Nabiki grabbed
her in a surprising powerful glomp.  "I love you Shampoo.  I'm
your's forever."
     Shampoo roughly shoved her away.  "What you do stupid girl,
you want Shampoo hurt you?  You go away."
     "Oh yes mistress, hurt me, spank me.  Do whatever you want to
me.  I love you."

     Ranma and Akane watched Shampoo run down the street. 
Nabiki in hot pursuit yelling "Shampoooooo, I lovvvveeee
Yooouuuuu" They turned to each other, sweat drops on both of their
heads.  They just stared at each other, them simultaneous said.  "I
don't want to know!!"