Prisoner of the Iron Mask

This post contains the last three episodes of material that I had already
written for the Addventure. The story continues after this, but I have decided
to wait with posting any new material until after I have finished revising the
old stuff. 

Warning:
This part again is a bit low on plot, sense and plausibility but high on lime.

Link:
The copies of my previous posts  of this series can be found at:
http://www.angelfire.com/anime6/loki-l/PotIM.html

Thanks to everyone who has commented on this story so far.


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                       Severa's Favorite Place


Tatewaki had been much easier to deal with than Ranma had feared. Once the
Blue Thunder had been knocked out Ranma had send him and his retainer
home. He might now have know about the location of the Akane and her
abductor, but who would believe him? Ranma was sure that the castle was
reasonably safe for the time being.

Unfortunately he had not been able to deal that easily with his sister.
Kodachi was still a prisoner in the castle and nothing Ranma could think
of would make her attempt to escape.

That was why Ranma was currently sneaking down the corridors of the
dungeon trying very hard not be heard by an crazy gymnasts who might be
listening.

Ranma was in her Mistress Severa costume which did not lend itself to
sneaking, but she was certain that Kodachi had not heard her.

Without knocking she opened and entered Akane's cell.

"Kodachi, I told you to go back to your cell," Akane called out.

When Ranma did not answer Akane turned to the door.

"Mistress," she recognized in surprise, "I am sorry, I thought you
were.... I mean I did not expect you, the only people who ever come here
are Ashes and Kodachi and... Uh.... Have you come to fetch me for my
training?"

"Yes, I am here to take you to a special training session." Ranma answered
in amusement.

As she let the girl out of the room she explained.

"The reason I am getting you myself is that today we are not going to the
gym but to another room where we will do some special training. In fact we
are going to my favorite room in the castle." Ranma told her happily.

"Your favorite room, Mistress?" Akane asked on cue.

"Yes my favorite place in the entire castle: 'The Torture Chamber'."
Ranma elaborated.

"But Mistress, I have been good," Akane whined almost faltering in her
step.

"Don't think of it as a punishment, little one -- think of it as a
reward," Ranma advised, "You have made lots of progress with your strength
and endurance and we will keep that up, but now it is time to go a step
further in your training and add a few special exercises. And the torture
chamber has just the kind of equipment that will make those exercises
enjoyable."

Akane looked unconvinced, but before she could voice her opinions on the
matter a door swung open far behind them.

Ranma suppressed a groan as Kodachi came up running behind them.

"Wait! wait!" she called out dashing Ranma's plans of pretending to have
not seen her and loosing her on the stairs.

Akane was only to happy to wait for her fellow prisoner, she looked like
she would not have minded delaying the trip indefinitely.

"You are lucky I heard you walking by," Kodachi announced
enthusiastically, "I almost missed you and I wouldn't have found the way
by myself. I can't help you if am not there."

"Right, what would I do without my assistant," Ranma agreed with her while
rolling eyes safely hidden behind her mirrored sunglasses.

Akane again looked rather uncertain as she realized that Kodachi's
presence during the session would not necessarily work out to her
advantage. Ranma did not allow her to dwell on this and motioned for her
to resume walking with a gentle slap on the back (she might have been
aiming a bit low.)

Kodachi stood for a moment, perhaps expecting a similar encouraging
gesture from the way she was posing her behind, but when no spank came she
hurried to catch up by herself.

"So we are going to the torture chamber," Kodachi began to inquire while
they were in the stairwell," that sounds interesting. What sort of
exercises will Akane be doing there?"

"Oh all kinds of things. Strength and endurance are not everything. We
will soon add more training for speed, balance and so on, but in the
torture chamber we can do some special exercises to fill some holes in
Akane's martial arts," Ranma explained.

"A true martial artist is supposed to be always aware of his or her
surroundings. With the right training we can get Akane to develop an
almost supernatural sense for danger. Martial-artists also are supposed to
be aware of the state of their own body to a high degree. In the torture
chanber we can help Akane become very aware of her body indeed, but we
can also train those things elsewhere," Ranma lectured as they reached
one of the deeper levels and began to walk down a dimly lit corridor.  

"Another thing that we can train down here are flexibility and
concentration," Ranma continued, "We have some wonderful equipment that
will really help you stretch and bend, little one. And while we don't have
an actual waterfall to meditate under we have some things that are almost
as good. And of course there is that exercise for your breasts that I
wanted to get you started on, Akane. If you are going to fight naked or
without a sports-supporter, you will hurt yourself from all that jumping
around."

Ranma reached out to fondled Akane's chest good naturedly.

"We can't have that now, can we?" Ranma told her, "but don't worry
little one, Mistress Severa will teach you how to properly take care
of these lovelies."

"Don't you plan to do some toughening up training while we are here,
Mistress?" Kodachi broke in probably jealous of the attention Akane
was receiving." I have heard that this one boy I know used to smash
himself against boulders for training and now he can shrug of all
but the strongest blows without even noticing."

Akane shrunk back eyeing the various whips and switches on Severa's belt
with trepidation.

"That is advanced training and Akane is not really ready for something
like that yet," Ranma said to calm down the poor girl, "Such things can
be dangerous when done wrong and lead to scarring or loss of sensitivity.
The trick is not to become numb to the sensations but learn to handle
them. If you work really hard, little one, we can begin with that soon
and I promise you that when you are finished there won't be a mark
on your beautiful body and you will be able to feel every touch just
as well as you do now if not better."

Somehow Akane did not appear to look forward to all this. Maybe she was
now rethinking her stance on the whole I am a martial-artist-too issue.
Before Ranma could bring up some more examples to drive the point home
they reached their destination.

Opening a heavy wooden door Ranma stepped back to allow the girls to
enter. Kodachi and Akane stood in awe as they got their first look at
Severa's favorite room -- though Ranma suspected that Kodachi's awe was
of slightly different nature than Akane's.

Picking up the conversation again Ranma concluded her lecture by telling
them: "But of course most of that is in the future. Today we will begin
with something simple."

                             * **  ***  ** *

                             Icy-Hot Tortures


"But of course most of that is in the future. Today we will begin with
something simple. I will show you how to take care of your breasts like I
promised," Ranma said.

That had been a big problem for Ranma when she had first acquired the
curse and found out that jumping around like she did during a fight
tended to have an impact on her breasts.

If Ranma wanted Akane to continue training in the nude she would
eventually develop similar problems.

Ranma had been on the verge of breaking down and getting some kind of
sports-bra for her female form when she had figured out how Shampoo could
get by without restricting or binding her big bosom. It was an Amazon
secret technique that Ranma quickly adapted for herself. If Shampoo had
not wanted Ranma to steal it she should not have bounced it in his face
so often.

It was quiet simple actually; not too different from channeling your chi
into your hand when you wanted to hit something that was technically
harder than your fist. Except that it was used constantly and only took
very little energy. The idea was not to turn the chest into rock hard
armor capable of breaking down walls, but merely to enhance the breasts a
little so that they would stay firm enough not get damaged from gravity
or their own inertia while jumping around.

Attempting to teach Akane any of that would be hopeless. The girl did not
even realize when she was using her chi to increase her strength. Only by
tricking her had Ranma managed to make her start training her physical
strength.

Akane always seemed to get everything completely wrong when somebody tried
to teach something to her like cooking or swimming. Only when she did
something purely on instinct without thinking about it did she succeed
without any of her usual clumsiness. Thus the plan for teaching Akane the
Amazon bra-less fighting technique did rely on tricking her. Ranma would
teach Akane's body how to do it without bothering to explain anything to
her. 

Judging that the girls had had enough time to look around Ranma ordered
Akane to strip. It was a testament too how much Ranma's training had
influenced her, that she dutifully undressed without questions or
complaints.

She did shield her chest with her arms though, but Ranma guessed by the
way she warily kept eyeing the rooms furniture and equipment that she was
not doing it out of a sense of modesty. Her imagination was probably
running wild with ideas of how the various instruments might be used on
her breasts.

The poor thing. It would be best to tie her down before she bolted.

"Stand between those two poles," Ranma commanded," Kodachi, help me with
those chains."

Together they quickly had her transfixed spread-eagled between two posts
in the center of the room. Akane cooperated obediently.

Ranma stepped back and admired her nervous captive. Akane really did look
beautiful like that. Walking around the poles Ranma approached her from
behind.

After giving her a small slap on the butt to calm her down. Ranma reached
around her and engulfed Akane's breasts with her gloved hands.

"Don't fear, little one," she told her. "We wont be using any of those
mean machines on you today."

Ranma kept fondling Akane's chest while pressing against her form behind
distractingly. Hopefully the girl would not notice that during her
Happousai-like exploration she was hitting several pressure point's that
were not too dissimilar to ones she had seen Ranma use on Hinako.

The maneuver that Ranma had hidden with a slight of hand was supposed to
open up the chi-pathways to Akane's chest area. Everything else now was
just window-dressing and a way to get Akane to actually use those pathways
by getting her to concentrate on her breasts.

"Today we will only apply some magic salve to these," Ranma explained.

Akane gave a small groan as Ranma finally let go.

Ranma walked over to a table that held out a small jar and a box with
disposable of plastic gloves. She took up the jar to show Akane.

"This creme if applied regularly will keep your breasts nice and firm
without need for some icky underwear that would just get in the way. It is
an old family recipe. The only drawback is that it somewhat strong and can
burn a little at first," Ranma revealed.

The creme was indeed a family recipe, but it had no direct effect
whatsoever on the firmness of breasts or anything like that. It had been
Genma's idea to reverse-engineer a sort of sports-creme that he had heard
about but had been unwilling to spend money on.

All that Ranma's father had known was that it was supposed to act
soothingly cool at first before becoming warm and that it was said to help
relax the muscles. Genma had been of the opinion that the more the better
and had mixed up a concoction that could be used to strip paint from the
walls (if one did not mind the risk of doing some minor structural damage
to the walls themselves, that is.) In its own way it had been sort of
effective as little Ranma certainly had stopped complaining about sore
muscles after his first encounter with his father's homemade sports-creme.

Seeing that Kodachi was looking a little lonely, bored and on the verge
of doing something naughty to get some attention, Ranma motioned for her
assistance.

"Help me with the application, Kodachi would you. But put on some plastic
gloves first and be careful not to accidentally get some on your skin,"
Ranma warned.

She put a pair of plastic gloves over her own leather clad hands to
protect the material and advanced on the visibly concerned Akane. 

"Er... , Mistress... this isn't going to hurt is it?" Akane asked
nervously.

"It might tingle a bit," Ranma allowed, "But we got you nicely restrained
so you shouldn't be able to do yourself any harm when the heating effect
starts to take effect."

Akane did not look terribly reassured, but she would be grateful later
that she had not been able to claw her own breast off like she had wanted
to at that time.

"Now pay attention, Kodachi," Ranma ordered as she began to demonstrate,
"You take a small bit of creme and carefully rub it into the breasts with
your fingers. make sure that you don't accidentally get any of it anywhere
else on her or yourself. And this part is important: Leave out the
nipples! They are far to sensitive so make sure you don't get any creme on
them directly."

"Cold!" Akane moaned out already visibly reacting to the first phase of
the creme with a stiffening of her nipples and some chattering of her
teeth.

Ranma stepped aside to let Kodachi work on Akane by herself. From the way
she worked it was obvious that she was no stranger to working with
dangerous substances and she managed to rub the creme into Akane's breast
with surprising skill and care.

Ranma was just about to commend her when Kodachi turned to her and gave
her what Ranma was sure to have been a naughty smile. Without looking she
took a large glob and placed it directly on one of Akane's nipple.

When she turned back to her work she expressed her surprise at what she
had done with an far to innocent sounding "Ooops!"   

"Kodachi!" Ranma exclaimed outraged at the girls behavior. "I told you not
to get anything on her nipples. Do you have any Idea how this is going to
burn for poor Akane?"

Akane stared at them in wide eyed shock.

"I am sorry, Mistress," Kodachi apologized.

Ignoring her Ranma took a closer look at the problem.

"Well the damage is done," she announced, "we might as we'll even it out
some to salvage the situation."

Taking another glob of creme Ranma applied it to the other nipple and then
proceeded to work over both breasts with both hands.

When Akane had recovered from her shock and the initial freezing sensation
to voice her surprise Ranma was already clearing away the supplies and
taking of her plastic gloves.

"Mistress!" she began to protest pleadingly.

"Don't worry Akane," Ranma interrupted her, "I know exactly what to do.
Say 'Ah'!"

Akane did as instructed and found her mouth swiftly occupied with a
ball-gag that Ranma had taken from her belt.

"That should keep you silent once it starts to burn," Ranma told her.

If the solution to the problem was not of the kind that Akane had hoped
for she did not say so, but her eyes got wider in what could have been
disbelief.

Ranma turned to Kodachi who was also taking of her gloves.

"I almost think you did that on purpose Kodachi," she accused the girl.

Kodachi looked up innocently from where she was standing next to Akane.

"On purpose?" she asked innocently seemingly unable to believe that
somebody might suspect of such dastardly behavior.

She looked back down at he one remaining gloved hand contemplatively.
There was still some residue of the creme on the fingers of the plastic
gloves.

"You mean like this, Mistress?" she asked running the index finger of
her gloved hand along the lips of Akane's exposed crotch before taking
that glove off, too and disposing it in the trash. "I would never do
something like that, Mistress."

                             * **  ***  ** *

                              Song and Dance

Ranma inspected Akane's crotch. It had thankfully only been a small bit of
creme and without the pressure points it would not have any permanent
effect on Akane, but it was still going to hurt like hell.

Kodachi's behavior had been truly unbelievable. Ranma had known that the
girl was crazy, but she had not expected her to do something like this. It
was almost like she wanted to be punished by Severa.

Kodachi probably did not realized just how bad the stuff was. A part of
Ranma was tempted to show her by having her lick the creme off, but that
would have been too cruel.

Ranma instead dabbed at it with a paper towel removing most of the
dangerous substance.

Akane would just have to deal with the rest of it.

She looked the girl onto the eyes. Akane was shocked and afraid but she
also had a look of resolve in her eyes. The stubborn tomboy was obviously
determined to see this through.

She had no idea what was in store for her. Ranma would somehow have to
find a way to make thinks up to her later with some sort of reward.

Ranma gave her a nod of acknowledgement and turned to Kodachi.

The girl would have to be shown that she had crossed the line from
playfully naughty to seriously nasty.

"That was very bad of you Kodachi," Ranma told her, "I am afraid I am
going to have to punish you."

Before Ranma could say any more Kodach was already in motion. She happily
skipped towards another set of posts stripping off her sackcloth garments
and veil along the way. In Imitation of Akane's bondage she nakedly
chained herself up between the posts facing the wall on which all kinds of
whips, switches, canes and paddles were displayed.

Ranma could not believe it the spoiled brat still thought that things
were going to go her way and that she would get exactly what she wanted
instead of what she deserved. Ranma would have to show her the error of
her ways.

Silently she went to the wall and observed Kodachi's reaction as she made
to choose among the various items displayed there.

After perusing the options for some time she came to a disquieting
conclusion.

It looked like Ranma would have a problem here. The only tools that
Kodachi did not view with outright enthusiastic anticipation were ones
that Ranma was not prepared to use. Kodachi appeared far more willing to
try out even the nastier instruments than Ranma.

This just would not do.

When it looked like Kodachi was about to offer helpful suggestions Ranma
had to act. She stepped towards Kodachi and turned her around.

The chains that Kodachi had used to bind herself were connected to large
bars on the side of the posts. The bars could be turned on piviots like
propellers and with Kodachi attached to them so could she. Ranma had
turned Kodachi around to face away from the wall and towards Akane.

Of course that meant that Kodachi was now also upside down, but Ranma
cared little about that.

"This is no fun," She admonished her, "this is a serious matter and it was
time you started treating it like that. Just look at what you have done
to poor Akane!"

Akane had meanwhile started to experience the second phase of the creme.
She was still trying to remain calm as the creme on her breasts began to
change from freezing cold to rather warm. Her chest was heaving muscles
were flexing and unflexing and sweat was running down her face and body.
>From her increasing agitation it was clear that she was fighting a losing
battle.

Kodachi gave a grunt that likely had been the result of hanging upside
down rather than an attempt to comment on what she saw, but Ranma sized
on it.

"Do you think that this is funny?" She asked channeling Holle a bit. "Do
you perhaps think that Akane's suffering is a laughing matter?"

"No, Mistress." Kodachi assured her suddenly not quiet as cocky.

Was she perhaps realizing that she had underestimated the effect her
playful tricks would have on Akane?

While Kodachi was watching Akane's increasingly wild gyrations Ranma was
trying to come up with a workable way to punish Kodachi.

She was at a loss of what to do when her eyes fell on a slightly unusual
item in the array on the wall. It was a long shot, but it might just work.

Plucking two decorative feathers from the handle of a whip Ranma went back
to Kodachi.

"Mistress?" Kodachi inquired wonderingly when Ranma went to work

She was trying to crane her neck to see what Ranma was doing behind her
when she began feeling the feathers on her skin.

Ranma paid her no mind and instead used his martial arts senses to quickly
locate several sensitive spots.

"Mistress, this is nice, but I am kind of ticklish there," Kodachi said
distressed.

Ranma continued relentlessly.

"What's the matter Kodachi?" she enquired evilly, "Don't you find it funny
anymore? I thought you wanted to laugh about poor Akane."

"Mistress, no... that is not what I ... Mistress please!" Kodachi
pleaded between gasps.

And when Kodachi could help herself no longer Ranma was in for a surprise.
Kodachi was laughing, but her laugh sounded nothing like her usual
affected annoying laughter.

In fact it sounded almost the opposite of her usual laugh: natural,
innocent, angelic and musical. Ranma wondered if Kodachi ever
allowed anyone else to hear it.

If Ranma had read her right, than Kodachi who always tried so hard to
appear aloft and mature would consider it an embarrassment and a weakness.
Losing control and allowing anybody else to hear would be a major defeat
for her and what Ranma was doing to her was worse torture than she could
have inflicted with a whip.

Ranma continued her work. Standing behind Kodachi she could torment the
spread-eagled, upside-down hanging girl while at the same time watching
Akane through the space between her spread legs.

Akane was well into the second phase at this point. She was covered in
sweat and trashing in her bonds. Her eyes were pressed shut and it was
questionable whether she could even hear Kodachi above the ringing in her
ears at this point. All her attention was inward and on the burning
sensation on her breasts.

When Ranma tried to look at Akane's battle aura it almost looked like she
had grown two blinding headlights on her chest. Through her concentration
Akane was sending her chi into the pathways Ranma had opened earlier. But
because Akane did not know what she was doing the chi also ended up
enhancing her sensitivity making her feel the burning sensation even more
acutely. This in turn made Akane send even more of her chi down the
pathways in a vicious circle of a feed-back loop.

As Ranma had predicted this feedback-loop was sending enough chi through
the temporary pathways to burn them in place and achieving in a short time
what normally would have taken months of conscious effort. After this it
would only take a little training to make Akane continually feed a bit of
chi to her breasts down those new pathways.

Of course Akane had a big price to pay for taking this shortcut. From the
way Akane was now moving in her bonds she had to experience extreme
sensations right now.

Ranma felt rather guilty about the way she enjoyed the view, but Akane
certainly looked wild and erotic like this with her hair plastered to her
sweat covered face, pushing her chest out in Ranma's direction and her
glistening body moving back and forth in a fast rhythm.

It was almost as if she was dancing.

Ranma had at this point achieved some proficiency in tickling Kodachi with
her feathers. She knew just where to tickle to make her voice rise higher
or fall deeper. And by timing the moments that she allowed Kodachi to gasp
for air just right Ranma had almost complete control over her voice.

Experimentally Ranma tried to match Kodachi's laughter to the rhythm of
Akane's movements. Soon Ranma was playing her like an instrument and
making her provide the music to Akane's dancing.

As Kodachi's beautiful song filled the chamber in accompaniment to Akane's
wild dance Ranma came to the conclusion that maybe, just maybe having two
prisoners might just work out and having Kodachi here would not be all
that bad.


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