Ranma only half-heard her comment/accusation. Since physical contact with the opponent didn't seem part of the rules, Ranma's attention could be distracted by the alien sensations her strange, new body was forcing on his mind. It was the martial artist's trained reactions that momentary gave her a break from her screaming womanliness. The restless crowd was picking up interest. The brunette had moved.
The girl with the trapped tit tips was down on one knee, her whole body trembling, but her legs were shaking enough to jiggle her flesh quite visibly. The well-toned, naked girl struggled to not go down as she pressed the tubes to her tits as if they'd give her support.
{A lot a liquid runnin' from her crotch!} It confirmed that Ranma herself was leaking for real, after all. Was there a pool of it growing under her, too? A pungent odor was rising up from beneath her. It was an answer 'he' really didn't want to know.
Instead she concentrated on staying up. The martial artist knew how to read bodies, even the was 'he' was in, now. The hurting pleasure given her naked tits was causing her own muscles to tremble, too. But she could control the shaking. She would have no problem outlasting her opponent.
Then the snaps to her tit nerves became zaps. And they didn't stop there. Jolts ran through the throbbing buzzing that was her tits to other parts of her body. She had felt the connections before, but had been able to block them out of her conscious. Not now: Now bolts went straight through her to her girl-dick. The raging erection of the small bud knocked her to a knee.
But her girl opponent was down on both knees, fighting to keep her butt up off the stage.
Her tits and clit demanding something Ranma had never needed before, she resisted rubbing her accursed sex between her thighs. When the temptation remained, she used her training to get back on both feet.
She stumbled a bit away. She saw the puddle of liquid that had come from her sex; and the trail of it she was leaving.
The brunette collapsed, plopping down in the pool of her own juices. She pulled on the tubes, vainly trying to break the suction that was sexually tormenting her glands. After one last painful yank she gave up and concentrated on squeezing and clutching the parts of her tits that were still outside the tubes.
Ranma knew she had won. But she didn't feel like a winner. She was still being subjected to same, intensifying, pleasure.
Mon Sep 17 21:06:31 2007