This is my first story posted to this mailing list. Please let me know if I
did this correctly.

Although this is a "lemon", it is not as crude as other "lemons" I have
seen. I've made this very mild in comparison. Still, it is not for those
who are offended by frank descriptions of sex.

Just so we are clear:  I am not Nabiki Tendo the "pizza slayer".  Neither
am I the Nabiki Tendo of this story.  I am a completely different creature
altogether - although I will not deny there are elements of me in this
Nabiki.

If I have not lost you yet, I humbly request the pleasure of your attention
for the remainder of this story.  Thank you.

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   Nabiki frowned.
   She watched Ranma sipping his tea mechanically and trying to smile 
at the good-natured teasing he was receiving. He wasn't doing very well. 
More often than not, a somewhat frightened, uncomprehending expression 
flitted across his face.
   Akane was no better. Even though she was sitting next to Ranma, she 
looked everywhere but in his direction. Her smile was wide but, to 
Nabiki's eyes, slightly crazed.
   Nabiki's gaze turned to the three parents who were talking excitedly 
with each other. They were all so animated. That this event was for their 
benefit more than anyone else's was obvious. Nabiki shook her head in 
admiration. Somehow an idiot, a wimp, and an obsessive-compulsive had 
somehow banded together to get two of the most stubborn people she knew to 
agree to something they were violently opposed to. They reason they had 
succeeded, of course, was because Ranma and Akane actually didn't mind so 
much. They just hated to be pushed into anything.
   Souun finally sat back and said, "Well, off to bed with you now, 
Akane. Tomorrow's a big day."
   "Yes," Nodoka said with a big smile. "I'll come with you and we can 
spend a little while talking about what to expect."
   Akane blushed a little. Nabiki was certain that Nodoka's true 
interest was to protect Akane's virtue for one final night. She still 
thought of Ranma as being "manly", with the implication that he would 
pounce on any woman who so much as smiled at him. It only showed how 
little Nodoka knew about her son.
   Akane nodded. She rose, looked around, and followed Nodoka out of the 
room.
   "Ah, boy," Genma proclaimed. "You are such a man. We need to 
celebrate."
   Ranma looked disgusted. "No thanks. I, uh, think I'll go to bed, 
too." With that he stood up and walked out of the room.
   <So far so good>, Nabiki thought to herself. She stretched. "I'm 
tired, too. Gonna go to bed, Kasumi?"
   Kasumi smiled. "I think I'll clean up first. Oh, Nabiki, isn't this 
so exciting?"
   Nabiki smiled back. "Yes, very."
   Kasumi picked up the remains of the tea she had served and left the 
dining room.
   Nabiki yawned elaborately and looked at Souun. "Now remember, Daddy, 
watch over the special sake I bought."
   Genma's eyes lit up. "Sake?"
   "Yes, in the dojo. We have plenty for everyone. We don't want 
anything bad to happen to it, do we?"
   Souun shook his head violently and said, "No, we don't."
   "Good. G'night." She turned and walked up the stairs to her bedroom. 
   She turned on the lights, changed, turned off the lights, and waited.
Soon 
she heard Kasumi come up the stairs and enter her bedroom. She leaned out 
the window to see the light in Kasumi's bedroom go on. It stayed on for a 
while, then shut off. The light in Akane's room was off as well.
   Almost as soon as the light had dimmed, Nabiki could make out two 
shapes making their way to the dojo. She supposed, in an almost adolescent 
sort of way, that they were being sneaky and mysterious. She saw them 
enter the dojo. Flashlight played around the interior of the dojo, as she 
could see through the still-open door. Soon the flashlights found what 
they were looking for. The lights were propped up on something. Nabiki 
knew that if she was close enough she would hear the sound of a cask being 
opened.
   <Perfect. Everything according to plan.> She quietly opened her door. 
She tiptoed down the hallway, down the stairs, and down another hallway. 
She paused one last time in front of a door, checked herself to see that 
all was well, and slid it open.
   Ranma was lying on his mat and staring at the darkened ceiling, just 
as she knew he would be. He looked over at her in surprise. "Nabiki?"
   "Quiet," she ordered. She slid the door shut behind her and walked 
over to kneel facing him.
   She couldn't see his face in the darkness, but he sounded very 
puzzled. "What's up?"
   "I just wanted to congratulate you. After all this time, you finally 
get to marry Akane."
   "Oh. Well, I guess I should thank you for forgiving me all my debts."
   She shrugged, wondering if he could see. Her eyes were beginning to 
adjust enough to make out his shape. "How are you feeling?"
   "I don't know," Ranma said uncertainly. "I feel like there's a kind 
of pressure."
   "Understandable. After all, you guys have been fighting almost 
constantly for two years. Feels strange to turn that into love all of a 
sudden, doesn't it?"
   "Yeah," he said with a kind of stunned wonderment. "That's it 
exactly."
   "Poor Ranma," she said soothingly. She reached out and stroked his 
hair. "It'll be okay."
   "Uh, yeah. Thanks."
   Nabiki reached over to feel his shoulders. They were as hard as a 
rock. "You're so tense. You should be more relaxed. Turn over."
   "What are you going to do?"
   "Relax you," she said reassuringly.
   Ranma slowly turned over so that he was lying on his stomach.
Nabiki straddled him, sitting on his rear. She shushed his protests 
and began to knead his shoulders. She'd had some practice at this. She'd 
learned a few things from her father, and soon Ranma's shoulders began to 
loosen up.
   "Very good," she said teasingly. "You're going to need to be as 
relaxed as possible tomorrow or you won't enjoy it."
   He said nothing, but she heard a small sigh of partly contentment and 
partly apprehension.
   She moved her hands down his back. She lifted up his tank top so that 
she could put her hands on his muscles. Again she shushed the beginnings 
of a protest from him. She attacked each muscle group, and each one 
yielded to her ministrations.
   <This is going well,> she thought. After a long while, she leaned 
forward and lay on top of him. She pressed her chest against his back ever 
so slightly as she put her lips next to his ear. "Did that feel good, 
Ranma?"
   He nodded.
   "Good. I want you to feel good, Ranma. Tonight, you deserve to feel 
however you want to. Your last night as a single man." As she spoke, she 
reached down to loosen the straps of the bathrobe she was wearing.
   Ranma turned his head. By coincidence, his lips were very close to 
hers as he spoke. "My last night. I never thought of that."
   "Don't do too much thinking," she breathed. "It'll just make you feel 
bad. Just relax."
   "I'm relaxed," he said defensively.
   They stayed that way for long seconds. Nabiki wondered if he would be 
able to hold out. She made her breathing a little heavier, as if she were 
under a strain. She heard his breathing match hers.
   He moved his head forward a little bit, just enough so that his lips 
barely brushed hers. That was the signal she was looking for. She pushed 
her lips into his. He kissed her close-mouthed for a moment, then opened 
his mouth and began to kiss her ferociously. Nabiki matched him.
   He turned on his side and Nabiki slid off of him to lie beside him. 
As she did, her robe fell partly open. She wondered how long it would take 
him to notice that. To give him a hint, she wrapped her arms around his 
neck and pulled him closer, so that her breast pressed against his chest.
Even then, it took him a little while to figure it out. Suddenly he 
went rigid and pushed her away. "Nabiki! What are you doing?"
   She laughed. "What am _I_ doing? I think I'm just participating in 
something we _both_ were doing." She leaned in towards him. He leaned 
back. "Now, Ranma, you're still a virgin, right?"
   "Yes. No! I mean, Nabiki..." He didn't know what to say.
   "Now Ranma, how do you want your wedding night to go? Do you want 
Akane not to be fulfilled her first time?" She leaned forward again, 
pressing her breasts against his chest. This time he didn't move away.
"Practice, that's all this is. Once you know what you're doing, 
you'll be able to please Akane no end. That's what you want, right?"
   She couldn't quite make out his face in the darkness, but she was 
sure he looked confused. Not giving him time to think it through, she took 
one of his hand, leaned back a little bit, and put it on her breast.
"Besides, I'm willing. And you do need to relax." She leaned up and 
kissed him again.
   At first he was rigid. She forced her tongue into his mouth and began 
to play with his. Finally, he began kissing her back, giving her breast an 
experimental squeeze. She sighed in pretended pleasure and began to kiss 
him more ferociously.
   He kissed her for a while, continuing to squeeze her breast. He 
didn't seem to know what else to do. She broke off the kiss and began 
kissing his cheeks and eyebrows. He had to lower his head to accommodate 
her, and she pushed it down to give him a hint.
   He began kissing her neck. She lifted her chin, encouraging him to 
move further down. He began tentatively kissing her breast. He was shaking 
as he did so, overwhelmed with what was happening. She smiled at the 
ceiling, knowing that he had lost most of his reasoning ability by this 
point.
  He kissed her nipple and sucked on it. He wasn't very good at it, but 
she groaned softly anyway. She could make a little noise; her sisters and 
Nodoka were upstairs and Genma and Souun were in the dojo getting drunk.
This went on for a while. He kissed her breast, then moved up to kiss 
her on the lips. She took the opportunity to remove his tanktop, and he 
cooperated. Her robe was completely open, becoming nothing more than 
another sheet she was lying on, except for her arms.
   Ranma moved back down to her breasts. She let him kiss her for a 
while there. He began moving south, down her stomach. Nabiki knew he 
wasn't nearly ready to try anything with his mouth down there. She reached 
down, put her hands under his chin, and lifted his head back up to hers. 
They began kissing again. She moved her hands down his hard body to his 
shorts. She put her fingers under the band and began to pull it down. 
Ranma stopped kissing her, but she made an irritated sound and began 
kissing him with greater ferocity. He began kissing her again, and made no 
further objection as she removed his shorts.
   After she had done so, she put her hands on his shoulders and pushed 
him up so that they separated. He put his hands on either side of her head 
and held himself over her. She quickly took her arms out of the robe so 
that she was as naked as he was. She still couldn't make out his face very 
well, but she thought she could see lust radiating from him. She smiled at 
him, spread her legs slightly, then reached down and grabbed his penis. 
She was slightly disappointed to find it of only average size. She gently 
guided it to her cleft.
   Ranma thrust once, hard. Nabiki grunted. "Stop!"
   He stopped.
   She waited a moment. She then moved her hips back a little.
   He thrust again eagerly.
   "Stop!"
   He stopped again, and she could hear the raggedness of his breathing.
   "Slowly. Once, do it once."
   He moved in and out, once. He made a strange sound of pleasure as he 
did so.
   "Good. Now again." This time as he moved, she moved with him. The 
groan grew louder, and she could feel him begin to convulse.
   "Not yet!" She squeezed him, hard. She arched her back, reached down 
with one of her hands, and pressed hard at the base of his penis just in 
front of his anus. He cried out in pain, and he didn't come.
   She nodded. "Good. I thought a martial artist would have better 
control." She waited for him to recover. "Okay, again."
   He moved once, and she moved with him. "Good. Again." They repeated 
the cycle. "Good. Keep it going, slowly." He continued to move as she 
directed, and she kept up the rhythm, judging the progress of his desire.
She was ready for him just as he began to speed up slightly. "No!" 
She locked her legs around him, holding him in place, and reached down to 
press the spot again as hard as she could. He gasped and shuddered, but 
still didn't come.
   "Ah, how can Akane get her pleasure if you succumb so easily, Ranma?" 
she cooed. "Again." 
   He began thrusting slowly, and she could see him struggling to control
himself. She felt his movements, continuing to gauge how far gone he was. 
Twice more she had to cry out "No!" and subdue him. By now he was almost 
mad with frustrated lust. She let him continue to move inside of her. She
felt the frequency of his thrusts increase, and this time she didn't stop
him.
   "Ah, Ranma," she said as he moved in and out, lost in his pleasure, 
"I didn't want you to be out of my debt. Daddy made me, as a wedding gift. 
But you owed me a lot of money. I never forgive a debt."
   "Still," she sighed as he began to lose control, "I must be the 
dutiful daughter. You will never have to pay me money again. But you're 
too useful to me to simply let you go. You will continue to do as I say, 
if you ever want to feel like this again."
   She timed it perfectly. As she finished speaking he gasped and went 
rigid. She felt him pulsating for long seconds - it had to be an orgasm of 
epic proportions. Finally he collapsed on top of her.
   She laughed and stroked his head again. "That felt very good, didn't 
it? Don't forget, I can make you feel that way anytime you want to. As 
long as you meet my price."
   He didn't respond. After a while she slid out from underneath him. 
She put on her robe, which fortunately had been pushed aside. She left him 
to deal with the mess. She walked to the door, smiling as she did so.
   "Nabiki?" He sounded scared.
   She turned back to face him. "Yes?"
   "You really won't make me do that again, will you?"
   She chuckled. "Well, the next time you're willing, I'll teach you a 
few more things. Things you can do to Akane. This time was for you, Ranma. 
Next time, we'll play more of a duet."
   "I can't. I won't. I'll turn myself into a girl every time I see you 
if I have to."
   She laughed loudly. "Oh? Now that would be a challenge. What better 
way to teach you how to make a woman feel good than to have you experience 
it yourself, eh, Ranma? I never thought of that. I'll incorporate it into 
our lessons. There are some implements I'll need to buy, first."
   She saw him shudder. "I won't. I'll be faithful."
   She smiled at him. <Akane is much too inexperienced,> she thought. 
<Now that he knows how it's supposed to feel, he'll be disappointed in 
what Akane has to offer. He won't ever feel as good with her as he did 
tonight with me. It might take months for him to realize it, but there 
will be a corner of his mind that wants to feel the intense pleasure he 
felt just now. And eventually he'll just have to feel it again. And he 
_will_ be back.>
   Ranma didn't know it just yet, but he was, now and forever, under 
Nabiki's power.
   "Have a good wedding, Ranma," she called softly. "You'll be thinking 
of me tomorrow night. Call on me anytime. I'll be waiting and ready."
   Ranma grunted. It sounded suspiciously like a sob.
   Nabiki blew a kiss, turned and ran up the stairs, looking forward to 
her sister's marriage.

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Thank you for reading this far.  I look forward to any comments you wish to
send me.

Always your,
   Nabiki Tendo