Final Straws

By Lord Raa

Disclaim-me-do: FOR UNITIИU!

Chapter 4

Ranma turned to Kasumi and then to Nabiki.

"If you're going, you've got two minutes to leave. Better grab what you can, because you're not going to be let in here ever again."

"You really mean this?" Nabiki asked suspiciously.

"I do," the pigtailed youth nodded. "But if you don't leave now, then you're gonna be here for some time."

The Tendos turned their attention to Kasumi.

"I…if I go with them, what will happen to the house?" she asked concern on her face.

"I dunno," Ranma shrugged. "One minute left. If you're going, get your shoes on."

"…"

"I-if I stay, what will you do with me, Ranma-kun?" Kasumi asked nervously.

"I dunno," Ranma shrugged yet again. She stretched as she yawned.

This gave Nabiki a flash of inspiration and she gestured to her father and younger sister. 'He's making this up as he goes maybe I can fix this…'

"Oh my, look at the time. Time for those that are leaving to go forever," the cursed teenager smiled. "So then, who's leaving by themselves?"

When no-one moved, Ranma grabbed Soun by the scruff of his neck and strode to the front gate.

"Have a nice life," the redhead said before callously throwing the still bewildered man into the street.

Walking back inside, he grabbed Akane by her arm. "Well, it's your turn, you uncute tomboy."

"Hey! I can walk by myself!" the Akane protested as she was unceremoniously dragged to where her dad was slumped.

"Then go. And never come back, cos you're not welcome here anymore," Ranma sneered, dusting her hands off. She turned to where Nabiki and Kasumi were standing. "So, you joining them or stayin' here? I don't care, but you have to decide now."

"I'm staying," Kasumi said. When Nabiki looked at her, she added. "I have to make sure that Mother's things are taken care off."

"Well, I'm staying too. I need to make sure that Kasumi's alright," Nabiki decided.

"Well, that's sorted then," the redhead smiled honestly. "Now, we need to sort out my new clothes tomorrow, so let's get some sleep, shall we?"

"Yes, Ranma-kun," the homemaker nodded.

"Hey," the younger brunette said, "what about the panda?"

"He's still here?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen him for some time," Kasumi admitted.

Nabiki shrugged. "I haven't seen him for a while, either."

Elsewhere in Nerima, Genma Saotome was making his way to his wife's house.

"If what I heard was right, then Nodoka might be able to help straighten out the boy," he muttered.

When he reached his former home he coughed before straightening up his dishevelled gi.

Ringing the doorbell, he was soon greeted by the sight of his wife.

"G-genma-kun? Is that you?"

"No-chan," Genma bowed before stepping up to his wife. "There's something that I need to talk to you about."

"Come in, there's something that I've been wanting to talk to you about. I got this video from an old friend of mine," Nodoka said rather icily as Genma removed his shoes. "You see, I was expecting to see you a lot sooner."

"I can explain that," the portly man said with a wince.

Ranma turned to the remaining Tendos.

"Right, it's time for bed. I don't care where you sleep, but I'll be sleeping with Kasumi in her bed."

"What? Why?" Nabiki demanded.

"Because it'll make it harder for you to try something without hurting your sister," the redhead replied before yawning.

"Don't worry, it'll be alright since we're both be girls," Kasumi reasoned.

Nabiki, however, was unconvinced. "I don't like the sound of that."

"Boo-fucking-hoo," Ranma snorted. "If I wanna sleep with my fiancée, then I will. There's nuthin' you can do about it."

"But still…"

"It'll be alright, Nabiki-chan, I mean, Ranma-kun would never hurt us unless we deserved it," the Tendo homemaker smiled reassuringly.

"…"

"She's perfectly right," the redhead smiled before letting out a huge yawn. "Anyway, it's bedtime."

Ranma and Kasumi had a nice night's sleep, which made the fact that Nabiki had been unable to get much rest all the more infuriating.

Of course, the mercenary girl was also unsettled by the way Kasumi was acting all subservient to her fiancé.

"What did he do to you, Kasumi? Hell, what did I do to you, Kasumi?" she asked herself.

"Oh, good morning, Nabiki-chan," the older brunette smiled pleasantly as her sister arrived at the breakfast table. "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah…"

"Well, eat up, Nabiki," Ranma instructed. "You'll need your strength for when we go shopping."

"Shopping?" Nabiki repeated, still feeling rather out of sorts by the changes of the last few days.

"Yes, you see you are going to buy replacement clothes for Ranma-kun, since you destroyed all of his. I prepared a gi for you, but it is one of my fathers. I hope you don't mind," said Kasumi.

"It'll be ok, Kasumi. Now, let's eat."

As Kasumi loaded up the dishwasher with the breakfast dishes, she turned to see Ranma staring off into the middle distance with a look of deep thought on his face.

"Is something wrong, Ranma-kun?"

"I was just thinkin' about what to do with Nabiki," the martial artist replied. "She ain't never showed that she can cook or anything, so makin' her do chores probably ain't gonna work. Didn't you have an idea or something?"

"I did. I didn't want to do that before," Kasumi replied, "but I don't think that we have any other choice, Ranma-kun."

"What were you thinkin' of?"

The brunette's cheeks filled with blood as she thought about how to word a fantasy of hers.

"I'm waitin' Kasumi," Ranma said, his right foot tapping on the floor.

"I think you should make Nabiki and me your slaves," Kasumi blurted out, unable to look the young man in the face.

"And make you do what? You already do the cooking an' cleanin' around here and, like I said, Nabiki ain't never done chores before," the cursed youth replied in confusion.

"I mean, since we are your property and you are the man of the house, I was thinking that perhaps you could use us to make you feel good," the brunette explained, hoping that she wouldn't have to spell it out for Ranma.

Unfortunately, judging by the look on his face, she did.

"You know how you said that you might sell Nabiki to some of the boys at school; well I was thinking that perhaps you could use us for what they would use Nabiki for."

"Oh. Well, I suppose that I could. Though, it don't feel right treating you like that," Ranma replied, having finally realised what Kasumi was talking about.

"But it would show Nabiki that you mean business, Ranma-kun. And if you don't do anything soon, she'll just try to get out of this situation," Kasumi countered. "And she DOES need to be punished…"

"Yeah, she does," the martial artist nodded in agreement. "You got any ideas what to do? I mean, do I hit her or anything?"

"I have heard of a shop that caters to this sort of thing. We can go there while we're out shopping for your new clothes."

"Ok then," Ranma smiled.

Ranma and Nabiki followed Kasumi into the seedier part of town, with the mercenary girl wondering just how her "innocent sister" knew about the type of thing went on in this neighbourhood.

"Here we are," the older sister smiled as she stopped outside a shop with blacked out windows. "The people here will help us get the things you need, Ranma-kun."

Ranma looked at the name of the boutique and shrugged. "I guess, since you spend more time out shoppin' than me."

Nabiki was trying to deal with not only the fact that Nerima had a shop called "The Prison of Pleasure" but Kasumi knew of it and the sort of thing that it traded in.

"B-b-b-b-but how…w-when?"

"Like that matters; now get in there before it starts raining," Ranma ordered.

As the mercenary girl entered the sex shop, she was surprised to hear Kasumi talking to the assistant about what she was looking for.

"You see, due to my sister's actions, we're now the property of that young man there," the elder Tendo sister explained. "And to stop her from doing anything too foolish again, we need something to help keep her in her place."

"And this young man, is he the sort of man to discipline you?" the blonde shop assistant asked, tapping her right index finger against her ruby red lips.

"I-I don't know," Kasumi replied. "I was hoping that he might be, but he doesn't like to hit women. Is there anything you can suggest or recommend?"

"Hmm, well, normally I'd suggest a padded paddle, like this."

Kasumi was shown a soft leather cover rectangle, approximately twenty centimetres long and eight wide, though it did taper to a wooden handle.

"Is this model any good?"

"Well, it depends on what you're looking for," said the blonde. "How much pain are you looking to inflict in your games?"

"Well, she is my sister and I do love her dearly, but she needs to be punished," Kasumi sighed. "I'm just not sure what to do, seeing as Ranma-kun there isn't exactly experienced with this sort of thing."

"Hmm, perhaps humiliation would be a better tool? Maybe you could make her wear crotch-less panties? We have a selection here."

"That is a better idea, but I don't think it goes far enough. She has, how should I put it, almost ruined our family," the brunette explained. "What would you do in that situation?"

"Well, if it happened in real life, I'd disown her and never talk about her again," the blonde answered. "But since it's part of your role play, I think that collars to signify ownership would be a good start. You can attach leashes so you can walk her around like a dog. I believe someone who did that once said 'you acted like a bitch, so I'm going to make you my bitch' and insisted that their sub walked on all fours like a dog."

"That sounds wonderful," Kasumi smiled. "What sort of thing do you have? And can you engrave the name tags at all?"

"Name tags, that's a nice touch," the shop assistant smiled. "Do you have any preference as to the style? Are you on a budget at all?"

"We are, but I think that this is something that we need to do properly."

"It is indeed. Now, personally, I like the plain black leather collar with a polished steel name-tag. It's to the point, tasteful and it's not uncomfortable if you want to share your bed with her, unlike this one here," the blonde explained as she pointed to a collar with half a dozen spikes on it.

"Yes, a simple one like that would be best for Nabiki-chan," Kasumi agreed. "I think that I should have one too."

The shop assistant raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow. "That's an interesting game you're role-playing. I've heard of people pretending to be sisters for their boyfriend's amusement, but the need to punish the other one like this? Well, it's new to me."

"But it's not a game," the Tendo homemaker insisted.

"I'm not judging you for your choice of entertainment, I mean, I've seen much sicker things, and it's not like I can take the moral high ground – my tastes run to the younger," the blonde explained.

Kasumi, seeing that she wasn't going to convince the woman dressed in the leather basque, selected the two collars before asking to see the leashes.

"Right this way."

Ranma was still trying to deal with the nature of the establishment. While he knew that wasn't doing what his friends at school were constantly telling him he should be doing with his fiancées, he knew that something was amiss for there to be a selection of coloured artificial penises on the wall a metre to his right.

Of course, the fact that Nabiki of all people was holding her face and repeating "this can't be happening" added to his reasons for being unsettled.

"Ranma-kun," Kasumi called out from the cashier's desk. "Do these collars and leashes meet with your approval?"

Walking over to his fiancée, the pigtailed martial artist looked at the fetish gear and nodded. "Y-yeah, these are fine."

"Excellent choice, sir," the blonde shop assistant smiled. "Is there anything else that you'd like to purchase to aid in your disciplining of your property?"

"I dunno. Is there anything else I should get?" Ranma asked, clearly unsure of what the next step should be.

"I think that a spreader bar and wrist and ankle restraints are a good idea, I do know that people like to ensure that they have access to their property at all times."

"Well, I suppose that it would be a good idea, but I don't really have that much money at the moment. I had to buy a load of new clothes, since Nabiki ruined mine," the raven haired youth grumbled. "So I guess we'll leave it for now and come back if we need anything else."

"I see, well I hope that you have fun with your game," the blonde smiled as she rang up the collars and leashes. "What do you want engraved on the tags?"

"I think that 'Property of Ranma Saotome' above our names will be enough," Kasumi smiled.

Ranma was trying to make sense of the advice that had been given him by the shop assistant with regards to disciplining Nabiki and Kasumi.

"Kasumi," he said hesitantly as they approached the gate to the Tendo compound.

"Yes, Ranma-kun?" the taller brunette asked.

"I'm still not sure what I should do to punish you and Nabiki. I mean, you're nowhere near as bad as she is, but I got no idea what I should do that isn't going to make me look like a complete pervert," the pigtailed martial artist said with a despondent look on his face.

"Well, I have some bad news for you, Ranma-kun," Kasumi said solemnly as Ranma turned to face her.

"Oh..."

The brunette looked around. "I'll tell you inside."

Ranma nodded and locked the door after he and the Tendos were inside. "What is it, Kasumi?"

"The bad news is that you're going to have to be either perverted or cruel," Kasumi explained. "We've wronged you so badly that we cannot escape punishment without you losing face. Either you beat us or…"

"I ain't gonna beat either of you!" the pigtailed martial artist growled. "It ain't right to beat women."

"Then by default you must use other methods to punish us, Ranma-kun. Like making us wear the collars."

"I see. Well, if it's the only way, then it's what I gotta do," Ranma sighed.

"Perhaps you should change the locks while Nabiki and I get changed? Then I can make a start on lunch," Kasumi smiled.

"Ok."

Fifteen minutes later, Ranma called out for Kasumi.

"We'll be down in just a moment, Ranma-kun."

Not knowing what else to do, the pigtailed youth sat down in the sitting room and waited to see what Kasumi had decided to do.

He wasn't kept waiting for long.

"Please forgive the delay, Master Ranma," Kasumi apologised from the doorway. "It took a little more convincing than I expected."

"Convincing?"

"Yes," the brunette nodded before leading her sister into the room.

While this wouldn't have been too out of the ordinary, the fact that Nabiki was, like her older sister, wearing a bathrobe and a collar was far beyond Ranma's expectations.

"Why are you two dressed like that?" the cursed martial artist asked, unsure of what his fiancée had in mind.

"It's to punish us, Master Ranma," Kasumi explained. "Isn't that right, Nabiki-chan?"

"Y-yes, Onee-sama," the short haired girl answered reluctantly.

"So you gotta wear collars and bathrobes?"

"No, Master Ranma," Kasumi gently corrected. "We're only allowed to wear the collars until you feel we've atoned for our actions. Then we will be granted permission to wear clothes."

Before Ranma could reply, the older sister undressed herself and Nabiki with one smooth motion.

"W-w-mbsgfllldfgged…" the young man burbled in response to the sight of the two shapely Tendos.

Kasumi allowed herself a naughty smile before coughing politely to get her fiancé's attention. "Master Ranma, what are you orders?"

"Orders? Oh, right, yeah you said something about you being my slaves, didn't you? Err, I guess that some lunch would be nice," the pigtailed youth replied with a shrug.

"Yes, Master Ranma. Is there anything in particular that you would like to eat, Master Ranma?"

"I dunno. Whatever you cook will be fine, Kasumi."

"As you wish, Master Ranma. Would you like to play with Nabiki-chan while I prepare your meal?" the taller brunette asked with a smile.

"I guess…"

"If you'll excuse me, Master Ranma," Kasumi said with a bow.

When they were left alone, Nabiki knelt down to pick up a bathrobe.

"So, what's your sick little game, Saotome?"

"What're you talking about?"

"I'm referring to the kinky role play you've talked Kasumi into," the mercenary girl snapped as she covered herself up.

"I didn't talk Kasumi into anything!" Ranma protested angrily. "I wasn't gonna do anything like this to you. Hell, I'd almost forgotten about it until I woke up in Kasumi's bed."

'That's right, Ranma usually calms down in the morning, but something's still up here…' Nabiki mused. "So if you weren't going to make me your sex slave, what were you planning to do with me and Kasumi?"

"I dunno," the raven haired youth shrugged. "I guess I was just gonna wait until you tried to convince me to let Akane and the others come home and take it from there."

"And you wonder why I always get the better of you," the scantily clad girl smirked. "You're a terrible planner, Ranma. It'll be the death of you."

"That may be the case, Nabiki-chan," Kasumi called out from the doorway, her naked form covered by a frilly apron. "But you seem to have forgotten the rules of this house. Ranma is in charge, and you can only dress if he or your current task allows it. That means you should take off that robe and prepare for punishment."

"No," Nabiki replied defiantly.

"Master Ranma, I apologise for my rebellious sister," the domesticated Tendo bowed, her head touching the floor. "She needs to be disciplined, as do I for failing in my duties."

"What?" Nabiki demanded. "What are you talking about, Kasumi?"

"I thought that I had explained the rules to her, Master Ranma, but it seems that she needs to have her disobedience knocked out of her."

"That's not what I'm talking about, Kasumi!" the normally calm and collected Tendo protested. "Why do you need to be disciplined?"

"Because I have failed my Master, Nabiki-chan. It's the only way to ensure that I will redouble my efforts to keep a harmonious household," Kasumi explained. "I take each transgression on your part as a personal failure on mine, Nabiki-chan and because of that; I will share in your punishment."

Nabiki shook her head. 'What the fuck is going on here? When did Kasumi get such kinky ideas about things? She must have snapped when that deal fell through… oh shit, this is partially my fault.'

"What should I do?" the martial artist asked, not wanting his ego to suffer any more. "I don't wanna beat her up; let alone you!"

"You must be strong, Master Ranma," the Tendo homemaker insisted. "If you show weakness now, Nabiki will continue to take advantage of you. And before you know it, she'll have swindled you out of everything and you'll be back to square one, only a laughing stock."

"But I'm not sure what to do," Ranma sighed. "I mean, I ain't ever been in this situation before."

"I think that you should humiliate her," Kasumi said helpfully. "If I may be so bold…"

Ranma looked at the older sister questioningly as she left the room before he quickly averted his gaze from her well shaped buttocks.

Kasumi returned with a leash. "I think that we, err, YOU should make her walk around on the leash like an animal, Master Ranma."

"How about no? I'm leaving," the mercenary girl said before she started to make her way to her bedroom.

"Ok. But being on a leash doesn't sound that bad, I mean, Ryoga got over that collar thing pretty quickly," the raven haired youth shrugged, trying to ignore Nabiki's protests.

"Ah, but he was allowed to use the toilet when he needed to. Nabiki-chan will be forced to do her business outside, on the lawn," the apron wearing brunette explained with a disturbing smile.

"Fuck off!" Nabiki protested. "There's no way I'm going to let you do that to me!"

"You don't have a say in the matter, Nabiki-chan," Kasumi countered. "If Master Ranma desires it, you'll be rented out to boys from Furinkan. I dread to think how many of them are unhappy with the way you treated them."

"What the fuck did you do to Kasumi, Saotome?" Nabiki demanded.

"Nothing," Ranma insisted.

"Except that he saved my life and my virginity when my own sister sold them," the apron clad Tendo added. "I did lose my innocence, however. And that is a small price to pay for not being passed around men like a bottle of cheap alcohol."

"I never meant for that to happen!" the mercenary girl shouted back,

"If you say so," the martial artist shrugged. "I mean, I'm pretty sure that you never meant to sell me out to Kuno."

"No," Kasumi corrected, "I'm pretty sure that she meant to do that, which is why I think that you should punish her by treating her like the bitch she is."

Ranma looked thoughtful for a moment. "Ok, but where do we start?"

"Well, I'll put the leash on Nabiki and you can walk her around the house," the older brunette said as she attached the length of leather to her sister's collar. "Now, down on your knees, bitch."

Nabiki spluttered as she was forced to the floor. "What the fuck?"

"Silence, slave. You're lucky you're not MY property."

Ranma looked concerned when Kasumi's voice took on an aggressive tone. "K-kasumi is everything ok?"

"Sorry, Master Ranma, I didn't mean to overstep my bounds," the homemaker immediately apologised.

"T-that's not what I was talking about, Kasumi."

"Oh, you're referring to my comment about Nabiki being my property? Well, if she had done half of what she did to you to me, I would have made her regret a long time ago. If we had some more money available, I would have purchased a remotely operated vibrator and made her wear it in public," Kasumi explained as if nothing was wrong.

"…" Nabiki and Ranma blinked in unison.

"But that's just me, what do you want to do with Nabiki, Master Ranma?"

"Err…" the pigtailed youth replied while performing a credible koi impression.

"Maybe you could make her eat her food out of a bowl like an animal?" the apron wearing Tendo suggested.

"I guess that's ok…" Ranma trailed off, not really wanting Nabiki to suffer all that much.

"As you command, Master Ranma," Kasumi smiled. "Now, follow me, Nabiki-chan."

"Urk!" the mercenary girl exclaimed as she was dragged unceremoniously towards the kitchen.

Ranma sat down at the table, trying to make sense of what was going on inside Kasumi's head. While he was glad that his fiancée had some ideas on how to punish Nabiki, he didn't like the way the younger sister was being treated like a slave.

"Kasumi, I'm not sure that this is such a good idea. I mean, she is your sister."

The apron wearing Tendo let out a small sigh. "I thought that you might understand, Master Ranma, but it seems that I was wrong."

"What? What do you mean, Kasumi?"

"I thought that you were a strong man, capable of showing people who boss is. Making them pay for any transgression in cruel and usual ways," Kasumi replied. "I see that you're just weak and not as manly as I thought you were."

"Hey!" Ranma protested. "I'm manly enough and I'll prove it to you!"

"Then punish Nabiki!" the unstrained girl demanded.

"Fine, bring her here!" the pigtailed martial artist ordered. "I'll discipline her myself!"

Kasumi turned to hide her smile. 'At last Ranma-kun is going to prove that he is the man I've been looking for…'

Nabiki coughed when the leash was jerked violently towards where Ranma was sitting.

"Go on, Master Ranma, punish my disrespectful sister, tan her hide," the homemaker goaded.

The pigtailed martial artist's face was serious as he pulled the completely naked girl onto his lap.

Nabiki couldn't believe what was happening and thought it was all a dream until the first smack landed home on her shapely behind.

"Ah! Hey, what do you think you're doing?" she demanded.

Ranma replied with another smack. "Quiet, you, or you'll get more for each time you speak!"

The mercenary Tendo gulped nervously, but decided to let Ranma have his fun for the time being. She grit her teeth to help brace herself for the remainder her punishment.

After Ranma unleashed another half dozen strikes, Nabiki's buttocks were turning pink, much to Kasumi's approval.

"I see that you are indeed manly enough to take care of the discipline her in your house, Master Ranma. I apologise for doubting you. I must be either punished or I must make amends. What is your decision?" the older brunette asked, her head bowed respectfully.

"Do whatever you want," the cursed teenager shrugged before turning to his meal.

Kasumi allowed herself a naughty grin as she crawled towards her fiancé/master. When she reached where Ranma was sitting, she reached out and fumbled with his black kung-fu pants for a few seconds.

"What're doing?!" the Saotome heir hissed, not used to Kasumi touching him.

"I'm trying to relief you of some tension and to make amends for doubting your manliness, Master Ranma. Please, I believe that oral sex is the correct course of action."

"O-ok," Ranma squeaked as his fiancée freed his rapidly hardening manhood and gave it a few strokes. "I-if you think that's best."

"I do, Master Ranma," Kasumi smiled before leaning and licking the shaft facing her.

"Yes," she commented as she worked her way up and down the length of Ranma's penis, "this is best way to show you how sorry I am, isn't it?"

"Uunnh!" Ranma grunted suddenly, his thick semen landing on Kasumi's chin, shoulder and hand. "S-sorry about that, Kasumi."

"Do not worry about such things, Master Ranma. My research has indicated that inexperienced men often ejaculate quickly during their first sexual encounters. I have little doubt that given enough practice, you will be a veritable sex-machine," the homemaker smiled.

By the time Kasumi had eaten her food, Nabiki had sufficiently recovered her faculties to ask what was next. Ranma had long since finished his meal.

"You need to finish your food, Nabiki-chan. Once we have all eaten, it is up to Master Ranma what we do next," Kasumi answered. "Is there anything you would like to do this afternoon, Master Ranma?"

"I… I dunno. I kinda want to do something for you, Kasumi. I mean, it's not everyday that someone does something like what you did for me," the pigtailed youth replied, rubbing the back of his head. "Is there anything you want to do?"

"Hey, why are you doing what she wants? Isn't she supposed to be punished like me?" Nabiki protested.

"Yeah, I guess so. But she did something nice for me," Ranma countered. "What are you going to do for me?"

"Yes, that is a good question, Nabiki-chan. Good behaviour and doing favours for Master Ranma are what will be required if you want to start wearing clothes around the house again," the older sister explained.

"…" The normally calm Tendo was stunned into silence.

"Master Ranma, would you like to take a bath? If so, would you like me to wash your back for you?" Kasumi asked with a pleasant smile.

"Not right now," the raven haired youth replied. "Hey, Kasumi, do you think you could show me your book on punishing people? I'd like to know what sort of thing I'm supposed to do."

"Certainly, Master Ranma. Where would you like to read it?"

"In the lounge."

"What was the title of your book, Kasumi?" Ranma asked as he settled down on the couch.

"Well, it isn't a book, it's a weekly publication, Master Ranma," the brunette explained as she handed the first volume to her fiancé.

"Dungeons and Dragged Heels – The Secrets of Discipline and Domination," the cursed teenager read aloud. "Where did you find this Kasumi?"

"I… I have a confession to make, Master Ranma. I've been having naughty thoughts about you and other people. I didn't know what to do about them, so I had a talk with some of my friends and they pointed me in the direction of the Prison of Pleasure. It was when I had a long discussion with the staff there that I learned about sex."

"I see. Well, I suppose that I should be grateful – you know enough about this sort of thing to tell me where to start."

The brunette smiled. "Would you like a footrest? I'll bring in Nabiki and you can use her."

"Ok," Ranma nodded absently as he picked up the closest issue of the magazine to him. Seconds later, he put it down again, his face flushed with embarrassment.

"Now, now, Nabiki-chan, you don't want to keep Master Ranma waiting, do you?" the calm voice of Kasumi chided. "Unless you enjoyed being spanked."

"I don't like being spanked!" Nabiki shot back angrily.

'What about the fact that I saw how aroused you were?' the older sister thought with a small smirk. "Well, if that's the case, you had better get into position as Master Ranma's footrest."

"I am not a piece of furniture, Kasumi!" the mercenary Tendo protested.

"No, you are whatever Master Ranma wants you to be," Kasumi corrected. "If he wishes to use you as a footrest then you are a footrest. If he wishes to use your breasts as a pillow, then you are a pillow. You forfeited your right to protest when you sold us to the yakuza. You're lucky that Master Ranma isn't a vindictive person."

She gave the leash a sharp tug. "Now, down on your knees. Prepare for your new life as an object to be used and abused."

Nabiki shot Ranma a defiant look which, unfortunately for her, Kasumi saw.

"Nabiki-chan, if you want to be punished, then you're going the right way about it. I'm sorry, Master Ranma, but it seems that we may have to use a more advanced technique in order to ensure discipline here in the house."

"O-ok," the pigtailed martial artist nodded hesitantly.

The older brunette leaned in to give her sister a stage whisper. "You're going to get your wish, young lady. I hope that you realise that it will cause the three of us much distress for you to be treated like this."

"Ah!" the mercenary girl gasped when Kasumi roughly grabbed her right breast to emphasise her point. "That hurt!"

"And so will the rest of your punishment, Nabiki-chan. You are very lucky that Master Ranma's friends are not here, if there were, I would recommend that they use your every orifice for their sordid pleasures. Of course, if that was to happen, we might have to knock out your teeth so you can't bite men," Kasumi added with a sneer.

"No."

The sisters looked at Ranma.

"I don't like that idea."

"I'm sorry, Master Ranma, but I was only explaining to Nabiki-chan that things could be worse," the older sister replied with her head bowed low.

"It don't matter – no-one is knocking out no-one's teeth," Ranma insisted.

Nabiki breathed a sigh of relief.

"But she still needs to be punished, Master Ranma," Kasumi said in a respectful tone.

"Yeah, she does. You got any ideas?"

"Well, there was something that I read in Dungeons and Dragged Heels that looked interesting. It's in issue eight, use the contents to find the article by Lord Shinji," the older brunette replied. "He's a veritable fountain of knowledge when it comes to chastisement and incentives."

"What and what?" the pigtailed martial artist asked in confusion.

Kasumi sighed as Ranma's poor language skills made themselves known. " Have you ever heard of the 'Carrot and Stick' approach?"

"Yeah, of, so 'chastisement' means punishment? Heh, I didn't know that," the raven haired youth admitted.

To be continued…

Well, this is most likely the last chapter of this you'll see here - what I have written for chapter 5 is far too filthy for this place.

I suppose I could try sanitising it, but I am lazy.

Until the next time.