Part Two

Ryoga woke to pain. More physical pain than he’d ever known in his life.

His stomach was constricting, twisting tightly in on itself in an effort to fight against whatever poisons had been introduced into his body, and there was a tight spasm in his chest in the vicinity of his heart. His legs were tingling hard, as if a thousand needles were being repeatedly plunged into his flesh. He tried to move them, to escape the agonizing feeling, but he found that he couldn’t. They weren’t responding to him. Nor were his arms. Though he could feel the blood pounding in every vein, throbbing and burning in every artery, he could not make his arms move. Heavy weights were wrapped around his wrists, pulling him in uncomfortable directions, matched by an iron feel around his throat that was just tight enough to prevent him drawing a good firm breath.

Panic fired through him as he realized he was slowly strangling. His body jerked in response, and he distantly heard the rattle of metal on metal. He tried to cry out, call for help, but was horrified to find that he couldn’t move his mouth either. Consciousness now being driven into him by fear, Ryoga’s deep brown eyes snapped open.

The ceiling that slowly spun above him was pink.

"Good morning Charlotte!" a cheery sugary voice close to him sang out, jarring him completely to his core. Ryoga tried to turn and look, but whatever had the strangle-hold on his neck prevented that. A pillow propped his head up to an extent, so that he could see down the length of his body, and was shocked to find himself nude and laying on a large bed of pink and white lace. Manacles and chains bound each of his four extremities to the posts of the bed, stretching him out just a little further than his body was meant to go. He could only assume that the weight around his neck was some sort of collar, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the chains that attached that to the bed as well. His mouth was firmly covered by a thick wide piece of tape.

Little Azusa was sitting beside him, smiling prettily, her large beautiful eyes sparkling with happiness. For some reason, the sight caused far more dread in Ryoga than a dozen thugs or other nefarious characters could have. He shivered from deep within, the pain of the poison mixing badly with the chemicals of fear. His heart skipped a couple of beats, and he jerked against the pain, a small pleading sound rising in his throat.

It hurt! Oh, Kami-sama . . . he had never felt anything as bad as this . . .

"Calm down, Charlotte," Azusa said lightly, laying her petite hand on Ryoga’s chest. "It only hurts when you struggle, and there’s no reason why you should. You’re with Azusa now, and Azusa will take good care of you."

She stood, the soft sweet smile never leaving her face, and disappeared out of Ryoga’s line of sight for a moment. He heard the sound of a lock clicking into place, and soon Azusa reappeared, looking rather pleased.

"There. Azusa made sure that Miki won’t come in and interrupt. He’s busy watching figure skating on TV, but Azusa doesn’t want to take any chances. Azusa has waited a long time to be alone with her Charlotte."

Ryoga’s eyes widened. Miki? Did she mean . . . Mikado? Mikado was here? Did he have any idea that Ryoga was bound up in Azusa’s bedroom, in severe pain? Ryoga drew in a strained breath through his nose and tried to scream, to alert the young man that he was trapped and needed help, but all he could manage was a weak muffled cry that was drowned by the tape over his mouth. Azusa looked amused. She leaned down over him and brushed back his thick black bangs, her slender fingers gentle and caring.

"Its all right, Charlotte," she assured lovingly. "Azusa won’t hurt you."

Won’t hurt him? He was already in pain! His insides were twisting and grinding in reaction to the drugs he’s been subjected to, and his heart was skipping every few beats. His head pounded furiously and his vision kept darkening in and out. He was suffering horribly, and he tried to tell her this, murffling urgently and letting the look in his eyes beg her. He needed a doctor. He needed help!

And he wasn’t her damn Charlotte!!

Azusa straightened, but kept her steady gaze on Ryoga’s face. "Azusa has dreamed of this day, when she would finally have you all to herself," the girl told him, raising her hands to the top button of her blouse. Carefully, a twinkling look of anticipation in her eyes, she undid the button and moved down to those below, slowly pulling open the garment as she went. The soft lacy white bra she wore was gradually revealed, as well as the twin mounds of her small but well-rounded breasts.

Ryoga shut his eyes quickly, but not before he felt a rush of heat to his face. Blood filled his nose and trailed down his esophagus, causing him to choke and his throat to spasm. He moaned lowly at the heavy weight of fluid in his throat and the blood that now blocked one of his nostrils, making it that much more difficult for him to breathe.

Azusa didn’t seem to notice or care. She pulled off her blouse and tossed it aside, then shimmied out of her little skirt, letting it fall into a pile of pink on the floor. It didn’t matter to her that Charlotte had his lovely eyes closed, or that he was pale and shaking. She didn’t see that. In her mind’s eye, she saw only the lovely dark-haired boy that she had fallen for the moment she realized that he was her sweet little Charlotte. She saw him laying on her bed, abyssal eyes filled with love and excitement at seeing her shapely strong body for the first time. He loved her as much as she loved him, and wanted her as much as well. This was going to be beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Azusa slipped out of her under-things, letting them fall away, and stood before the bed, purring down at her captive with eyes that saw only what she wanted.

"Azusa has saved herself for you, Charlotte. Don’t you think that Azusa is beautiful?"

Ryoga was fighting for breath. Dizzy and unsure, his eyes fluttered open, only to see little Azusa standing over him, nude and pretty, a hopeful expression on her face. Ryoga’s mind did a flip, and turned over on itself, as he fought to keep a fresh wave of blood out of his nose.

"Azusa is glad," she beamed, apparently replying to words only she could hear.

Ryoga’s entire body tensed as her soft warm form slid over his, the sound of clinking chains startling to his ears. He could feel every inch of her skin, as if Azusa was blazing even hotter then he already felt, burning like the sun. He knew exactly where her hands lay on his face as she held him and gently kissed the tape that covered his mouth, seemingly oblivious to the blood that ran down his face. He felt where her firm little breasts pressed against his chest, where her soft furry sex lay across his stomach as she straddled his bound body, legs on either side. He tried to buck against her, hoping to dislodge her, but the binding did not allow him that much movement and the collar strangled him whenever he tried. Ryoga kept his eyes tightly shut, knowing that looking at her would probably be his death, for if any more blood went down his throat, he would choke. His heart began to pump erratically, each beat bringing a sharp pain to his chest. From beneath the gag, he whined pleadingly.

Kami-sama! Please don’t let this be happening . . . please . . . someone please help me!!

Her hands and body were moving on him now, feather-light touches teasing and tantalizing. For some reason, probably due to the poisons he had been injected with, he found himself especially sensitive, and though he tried not to react, tensing himself against the feelings, his body was beyond his control. Each press of her fingers sent a jolt of pleasure/pain into his head, overloading him. Each wiggle of her body caused his to roar with heat in response. But, though he was outwardly reacting, Ryoga’s mind was reeling in horror. He mentally cringed at every touch, wanting nothing more than throw her off, rip the chains from his arms and legs, and release the mother of all shishi hokodans to cleanse himself of the pain and the feeling of filth. He tried to summon one, but found his ki wandering without direction, confused and weakened by the drugs. He was helpless, he could not move and this perverted little psycho was . . . was . . .

Azusa moved down his body, delicate hands feeling, touching, invading wherever they could. She talked to him, but the rushing sound in his ears was drowning out whatever words she was trying to soothe him with. He strained against the bindings, jerking as she touched his member, firing it with feverish heat. Dizziness plowed into him as the blood rushed from his head, concentrating itself beneath her hands and small hot mouth. She sucked him, bit him, drove him into a state of shuttering want. The shackles around his wrists and ankles sawed into his flesh as he trembled violently.

No . . . not this way! Please! Not with her . . . Ranma . . .

Ryoga was hard, so very painfully hard. In his head he was screaming, desperate to shut down and curl away, fold in on himself until he was nothing and the pain went away. But it didn’t go away, it increased. As Azusa’s moist inferno depths closed around his manhood, her internal muscles squeezing and playing with him, Ryoga fought back in the only way that he was able.

Tensing his entire body, he tipped his head back, feeling the metal collar around his neck dig in tightly. Pain flowered up from his lungs and chest, spreading out in agonizing spider-web pattern through his nerves and blood vessels, up his arms and down his legs. But he held out against it, purposely strangling himself with the collar, praying that it would all end soon and he could succumb to the darkness.

Somewhere, distantly, he came with Azusa, and Ryoga heard her small yelp of pleasure as his member, buried deeply within her, spasmed and shot. He was also aware that he was sobbing, that desperate noises where coming from his throat. But the sounds slowly began to fade away as he increased the pressure on his neck, visualizing the cold metal of the collar digging into his trachea, crushing it, releasing him. The blackness engulfed him, wrapped around him, cradled him, and he welcomed it gladly. Anything to escape the pain, the dishonor, the shame . . .

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To say that I’m shocked would be an understatement. Horrified would be a more appropriate word. Sickened would be another.

I stand with my ear pressed to her bedroom door, listening. Right, like I would sit out in the livingroom and watch TV while all this was going on? Azusa can be rather dim at times. But the longer I listen, the more I realize that she’s not stupid, not the brainless little air head I always thought she was.

She’s insane.

Does she actually think that poor Ryoga kid is her little Charlotte?! What the hell is going through her head? Charlotte is a -pig-. But that’s what she keeps calling him, over and over. She’s talking non-stop, telling him how much she loves him, how good it feels to be in his arms, how wonderful their love-making is. But all I can hear from him are muffled noises and what sounds like sobbing. I know he’s not holding her, after all, I chained him down myself. And I’m sure he’s not enjoying this, judging by the sounds he’s making. The drugs alone are probably eating him up inside, Azusa’s butler warned me about spilling any of the mixture when I was preparing the darts, saying something about there being a lot of acids in the concoction. Yeah, that’s bad enough, but to be subjected to . . . -that- . . . at that same time? Its disgusting.

Damn it all. I’m trying to keep the skating in mind, I really am. That’s the only thing that’s truly important to me, that Azusa be happy enough to do her best on the ice. I mean, without her as my partner I would not have gotten this far, and I intend to go all the way. But . . . but can I stand by at let her do whatever she’s doing to another human being simply for the sake of my career?

Kami, it’s a hard decision to make, but I walk away from the door, going back to the livingroom, leaving that miserable young man to his fate. The rest of the house seems abnormally quiet compared to the sounds I heard emanating from Azusa’s bedroom. I sit on the couch, cross my arms, and wonder why I don’t just go home. After all, its really none of my business. As long as she shows up for practice tomorrow, I really shouldn’t care what she does.

But as I sit there, the memory of the pig tailed girl arrives unbidden in my mind. This isn’t terribly unusual, as she is one of my favorite fantasies. She’s so fresh and pretty, and of all my conquests, she was one of the few that I was really attracted to. I picture her perfectly and relive our kiss, smiling to myself as I remember how upset she was, how she ran away. Only minutes later, Ranma came to challenge me. Strange that I had never thought about it before, but they do look rather alike, she and Ranma. Perhaps he’s her . . . brother? Yes, that was probably it. That would explain why he was so angry at me, for violating his sister. Oh well, he certainly wasn’t the first irrate brother I’ve had to deal with.

I remember how sweet that flame-haired beauty looked as she stood ready on the ice in her cute little costume. She appeared so determined with that large pink flower adorning her hair and blue eyes snapping angrily. Then . . . then I remember who was standing beside her. Wearing green with a defiant expression on his admittedly handsome face. He was a lousy skater, but he tried, and I’ll give him that.

Ryoga Hibiki.

I think about my earlier speculation. Were Ryoga and the pig tailed girl an item? It’s certainly a possibility. And I guess its rather too bad, since she’s obviously never going to see him again. I mean, there’s no way that Azusa would be stupid enough to let Hibiki go after what she’s done with him. If he went to the police, she’d be facing some very nasty charges. Damn, so would I! I was the one who shot him and brought him here, after all.

I hadn’t thought about that before. Of course, now I have to make sure Azusa disposes of him after she’s had her fun. That’s not a very appealing thought, but what else can I do? I need that little twit to skate with. But . . . oh Kami, how could I ever see the pig tailed girl on the street again without throwing up at the very thought of what Azusa’s doing to Ryoga? If they are a couple . . . that flame-headed beauty is going to be devastated . . .