Chapter 2 - Daughter Trouble

 Ranma never thought she would wake one day feeling like a wifey. 

 Barely her first week passed of being married to Soun, but the feeling was that she had always been the old man’s partner and nothing more. Sometimes her eyes would find him and shivers went through her body, thinking of the way he had pummeled her with his big dick only hours before. I belong to him now. I’m only his wife…

 To her surprise, the Tendo sisters kept their teasing at a minimum, and the few times one of them opened their mouths to comment the patriarch immediately shut them down. “That is not how you speak to my wife!” Soun shouted at them. “Ranma is your mother now. Be respectful.” 

 Though she had no authority herself, feeling so protected and cared and loved her by her husband made her feel at home and in charge. Even in her most dejected moments, she was surprised by the tender way Soun reached over and put his warm hand over her thighs to bring her in a comfortable embrace. He fucks me like his slut, but treats me like his little girl… 

 This was a nightmare. The marriage was supposed to be a quick thing so Ranma could go back to training and yet… I’m so happy just being his woman. For the first time, there was nothing she needed to do to improve, no skills needed to be gained in order to feel validated and worthy. Just being herself was enough to get her older husband’s attention. 

 Maybe this is what was always supposed to happen, Ranma thought. I was never meant to be a guy. I needed to fall into that pool to find my true self. As the theory solidified, she began to feel more comfortable with her voluptuous body and the effects it could have on her man.  

 The only person truly unhappy with it all was her father. 

 Presently, Ranma was in her room doing her hair and applying perfume. The small kimono inherited from Soun’s deceased wife slipped from her pale shoulders and bursting bosom, letting the cool rays of the early morning sun caress the curves of her upper breasts and her delicate collarbones. In the distance she could hear chickens clucking and the occasional bark of either a dog or Soun as he got frustrated with Akane. 

 The door slid open and from the groan of the floor and the faint smell of booze Ranma could tell that it was Genma. Lately, her father no longer attended breakfast or dinner, refusing to see her together with Soun. Though he seemed to begrudgingly accept the marriage at the start, now he was the one most displeased with it. 

“Ranma…” he said weakly. 

 The redhead raised the kimono to cover herself and turned around. Genma looked even more bloated than usual; his fat head was not only swollen and red, but beads of sweat coursed down his face. “Ranma, I’ve been thinking…” 

“What?” 

“There’s a temple not so far from here. What do you say we go for a trip? Just you and me. Then you can go back to your old ways and stop doing all this… all this…” Her father couldn’t get himself to say the words. Anxious and overwhelmed, he brushed the sweat from his brow with his chubby fingers then wiped his hands over his robe. “What do you say?” 

 Ranma could only stare at him, trying to look kind and understanding. “I need to see what my husband would say…” 

 Suddenly, Genma eyes opened wide, the whites alarming her. He rushed over and dropped to his knees, gripping her shoulders hard. “Ranma, this isn’t you!” he said pointedly. “You need to start training again. This isn’t what we agreed to. You were supposed to do this… to be his wife… only so you could go on training all the better!” 

 How could she explain that she felt more comfortable doing her hair and being a good girl for her husband than training? “This isn’t Soun’s fault, Father. I simply don’t want to do it now.” 

 Genma’s face turned enraged. “What do you mean!? Training is your life! Are you mad? You’re going to train!” he shouted, loud enough that spittle flew from his open mouth. “YOU WILL DO IT! Or I swear to all that is holy, Ranma, I will drown you myself. I made a strong man, not a girl. Do you hear me?” He shook her viciously and peered with tearful desperation into her eyes, his jowls trembling. “Do you hear me, Ranma?!”

 As soon as he stopped, they both just looked at one another, embarrassed. Ranma’s kimono had opened up and exposed her huge and unbound breasts down the middle, the fabric just about to go past her nipples and leave them out in the open. Genma stared at her breathlessly, no longer able to differentiate between his son and the hot young minx in front of him. His finger began to move the kimono out of the way, to get a glimpse at her ni--

“NO!” cried Ranma, covering herself back up. Scared, she stood up and backed away from her father. 

“N-No!” stammered Genma. “Ranma, it wasn’t like that! Surely, you know that, you’re my son…” 

 A sweaty Soun appeared in the yard accompanied by Akane. “What’s going on here?” 

 Ranma tried to put on a smile to protect her father. “Nothing, darling, it’s nothing…” 

 Genma just stared at his old friend with glowing eyes of hatred. “You. How dare you do this to me? This is my son!” 

 Soun’s brows arched. “Huh?” 

“Because your nincompoop of a daughter didn’t want to marry Ranma, now you think it’s fine for you to do this to him? To force him into being your spouse for life?! You’re an old man! Look at yourself!” 

Akane flared up with anger. “I would’ve never married that idiot!” 

Soun put his hand to her back and nudged her away. “Leave this to us, it doesn’t concern you.” Once his daughter took off, Soun approached and stood next to Ranma, then placed his hand possessively over her head. “Ranma is my wife now, my old friend. Can’t you see that? I’m not forcing her to do anything. Tell him, my love.” 

 Ranma blushed and lowered her gaze. “It’s t-true… I want to do this…” 

“But your training!” 

“Screw the training!” Soun yelled. “Ranma is a woman! Family comes first. Her duties are to her husband.” 

 Her father made one desperate attempt. “Ranma…” 

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, hoping he wouldn’t hear it. “I know it disappoints you. But I like… I like being a girl… I love being his wife.” 

 Soun watched both father and son interacting, furious at what Genma was trying to do. He’s trying to take away my wife! As far as he was concerned, there was no need for Ranma or anyone else to think back on how he was once upon a time a boy. That all changed the moment they married. From now on, Ranma was his wife. She was his property.  

 This is nothing less than theft!  

 As his eyes came down to his young wife, the desire to teach her father a lesson took hold of him. “Ranma, stand up,” he ordered. “I think we need to prove to your father that you’re a woman after all.” 

 Ranma listened to the words and got goosebumps. What?... Her whole being was being condensed into a ball of shame under Genma’s gaze, but she could not disobey her husband. She stood up, staring at the floor, as Soun stepped behind her and placed his hands on her shoulder. 

 The tug on her kimono scared her. Her fingers went up to hold it in place, until the strength of the pull made her realize he was trying to undress her on purpose. Not before my father… Please, husband, I can’t… Genma’s bovine head and glazed eyes just looked onwards, as innocent as an animal going to the slaughter. 

“Come, dear, let it go,” whispered Soun into her ear. “I want to show your father how much of a woman you are.” 

 The cruelty in her husband’s tone no longer surprised her after their nightly adventures. Soun was as sweet as could be when it came to nearly all earthly affairs, but the moment his arousal came in the way he turned into a brute. Ranma could have never imagined that one day she would enjoy the dirty things he did and said to her. That she would relish being pounded by a strong old cock as as she was being choked, spit on, and called every name in the book.  

 Just thinking about it now made her so wet. What’s wrong with me?... 

 What would Genma even say when confronted with her naked body so directly? To go naked before one’s father, especially when he was so clearly lusting after her… that was unbearably wrong. Not dirty - filthy. 

 Unconscionable.  

“Do it,” Soun insisted. 

 The kimono dropped to the floor with such ease that it was like it magically disappeared. Ranma stood before her aged father completely naked, the toned muscles of her abs inked out by the slanted rays of the sun, while her hardened nipples and swaying breasts cast shadows down the side of her tummy. Only her tiny and hairless pussy, tucked away between her pale and plump thighs, glimmered with the first drops of her endless lust for old cock. 

“Do you see?” said Soun. “Ranma isn’t a boy. In fact, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a more feminine body in my life.” 

 The young redhead could feel her father’s hungry eyes moving up and down her obscene figure. Any other daughter would have covered herself up in shame, but she simply let him do it, let his desperate gaze pass over every small detail of her breeding physique. As Genma went on watching her, Ranma could see a rise between his legs… 

 Soun suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and whispered: “I think your father is fond of your body.” The situation was too darkly amusing. Not only had he stolen Genma’s only child, but he managed to turn her into his obedient wife for life. Poor fat man, you’ll never know the joys of a body like this. 

 Soun let his fingers move across her tummy and then up to weigh the big milkers that hung from her otherwise tiny frame. “Isn’t it impressive how big these are given how small she is? Why, I’d say these were made to breed me sons. The Tendo line will grow so strong with her as my wife.” 

 The old man expected his fat friend to attack him, but he only went on watching, mesmerized by the sight of his son-turned-daughter and her lewd body. Why, Genma, I think you’re more of a pervert than I am. How interesting. It was unfortunate that Ranma winced so shyly, but Soun was happy to see how quickly she yielded to his orders. This hot little bitch would do anything I say. 

“Genma!” he cried teasingly, finally plunging his fingers into his young wife’s breasts. Ranma purred softly as he kneaded them, her delightful high-pitched coos undoubtedly reaching her father’s hairy ears. “What do you say, old friend, do you just want to touch them? Is that it?” Soun laughed harshly. “Come on, I’ll let you. Just get on your knees and beg me.” 

“Ahhh~!” Ranma nuzzled against him, her plump butt against his crotch. “Baby, please… My father…” 

 His wife was still so innocent. You have no idea how dirty old men can be, my little honey. No, she needed to see the depravity of her own father. That would forever cut away whatever hold Genma could still enact upon her. 

 Soun found the fat man’s eyes. “Hey! Are you enjoying this? If you aren’t, go away. Tell me now. Do you want to go, or do you want to stay here and watch me fuck your daughter? It’ll be quite the show.” 

 What?! thought Ranma. Of course he doesn’t want that! What are you saying?! Her husband was finally going mad. Ranma could feel his shaft hardening as she grinded her ass against it, but this level of arousal poisoned his mind… “My father doesn’t want to be here anymore, honey…” 

 His fingers came up and pinched her nipples hard enough to make her cry. “That’s for him to decide. He made you, after all. It’s his right to watch you get fucked if he wants to. Isn’t that right, Genma? A father’s right to the show. So, what will it be?” 

 The fat man inhaled and exhaled with barely a thought in his head by the looks of him. Just as his mouth opened to speak, perhaps a final attempt at redeeming himself, it just hung upon as he reached down for his dick instead. 

 Soun grinned. “I thought so. You always were more of a pervert than I was. You’ll love this.” 

 This is not my son… thought Genma numbly. 

 Even as he watched his old friend force Ranma down to her knees, his mind refused to accept what was happening. This was not his daughter. This was only a dream. And the arousal he felt was not some shameful joke being played upon him. 

 He could remember all the days travelling together with his son and the many times he watched him train… How could this obedient redheaded slut be that same person? This is not my Ranma! It’s not…

 The fat man watched as his friend disrobed and let his thick dick dangle before Ranma’s bright eyes. The infatuation she held for his throbbing shaft was palpable, and just having it that close to her face made her mouth water and hands move across her chest. 

 Do you have no shame?! Genma wanted to shout at her. But he himself reached down and started stroking the sloppy head of his dick. How long had he suppressed this urge? His feelings grew in intensity for this slut that replaced for son from the day that she appeared, but it was easy to put them aside so long as his son was there to remind him of who he was supposed to be. But now that his son had been buried and replaced with this whore, this plaything of Soun’s that made the house moan every night… How can I help myself? 

 Soun grabbed her by the thick red braid and turned her head towards him. “Look at your father, Ranma. See how proud he is of you? Why don’t you show him what I’ve taught you?” The veined shaft fell over her face as the wrinkled and heavy balls slapped against her lips. “Go on.” 

 She’s going to do it… Genma squeezed his own dick weakly, unable to look away. Tears came to his eyes as he was plunged in despair. My son!...

 Soun just grinned as his daughter opened her mouth and sucked in his balls. Her small hands came up to work the fat dick while she cradled his nuts in her warm mouth, visibly moving them from one cheek to another as she massaged them lovingly with her tongue. The old man stroked her face and got her to coo in response, her fingertips simultaneously stroking the pulsating shaft with awe and love. 

 Her body was so young and gorgeous, pale and curved to perfection, and yet it submitted to this meatbag nearly three times her age, kneeling before him without any second thoughts. Drool trickled down the sides of her face and wound its way down to her big tits, glistening as they swayed in the morning light. 

“Oh, yes, that’s right~” Soun groaned, throwing his head back in pleasure. Thick seed started forming around the dickhole of the engorged head. Noticing it, the husband took his dripping balls out of her mouth and gave her the head instead, watching the way her pale hands struggled to hold his girthy shaft as her lips wrapped around the slick head and sucked every drop of seed out of him - the tight grip milked him dry. 

 Genma’s entire body tensed as he came quietly. His daughter was such a depraved slut. During his early years, he had visited plenty of geishas and low-down women famed for their sexual prowess, and he could not remember a single one that treated him this well, that wanted to eat his semen so desperately. Why him?! Why this old fool?!

 As his dick shrunk, so did his desire to watch this charade for any longer. Genma was about to get up when Soun noticed and shouted at him: “Where do you think you’re going!? Sit the hell down! We’re just going to relax and have some breakfast! Akane! AKANE!” 

 Was he really about to call his own daughter here?... 

 The sliding door parted for only a fraction and her reluctant voice followed. “F-Father?” 

“Don’t talk to me from there, come inside!” 

 Genma watched the Tendo girl come in, stepping backwards, her face contorted in anger. “What is it?!” 

 The sloppy sounds of Ranma making love to the old man’s pumping dick filled the air. “Look at me,” he ordered. “Look at me, Akane!” 

 Soun’s daughter turned reluctantly and bore her gaze into his eyes, trying not to see either his throbbing man meat or the Ranma worshiping it in the sluttiest way possible. “What is it?...” Her voice was so small it could barely be heard. 

“Get your sisters and bring breakfast and sake.” 

“H-Here?” 

“Did I somehow misspeak? Get to it, girl!” 

 Even the girls were shocked by how quickly their father’s attitude had changed. Genma always knew there was a nasty streak in Soun, but that only manifested in his worst moments, the same as any other man. The sisters told him that their father was a total push-over: it was how they managed to convince him to marry Ranma in the first place, despite the weirdness of the situation. They thought it would all be funny… 

 It’s not so funny now, is it? Genma thought. Was his friend truly such a bastard all along? 

 While Akane went away in total disbelief, Soun reached down to feel his young wife’s breasts and ended up pushing her back, stretching her arching body down against the floor, sinking his fingers under the sweaty folds of her plushy boobage. “Now this is a work of art,” he proclaimed, yanking both tits up by stretching her nipples. Ranma arched her back to its full extent and trembled weakly; her hands wrapped around his wrists in a pleading fashion, but she did nothing to stop her husband from doing whatever he wanted. 

 He’s hurting her… Ranma! Genma moved back and forth in tempered rage. How can she put up with this? 

 Soun spared him an amused glance. “Don’t you worry, old man. She loves every second of it. Don’t you, dear? Tell your father so he’ll stop worrying.” 

 His daughter’s big eyes sought him out, and the fat man wanted to melt away before being seen by her in such a state. “It’s true, Father… I’m sorry…” Her slutty eyes opened only halfway, the long lashes fluttering as her old husband abused her delicate nipples. “Aaahhh!~ It hurts… It hurts, but I love the way it feels…” 

 Genma blinked away the tears he thought were in his eyes, but there were none to be found. As heartbreaking as this scene should have been, the flabby meat tucked away under his robe was getting hard again. I shouldn’t feel this way about her… 

 As Soun continued his fun time, the Tendo sisters arrived. Akane came in bearing sake and put it down; Kasumi nearly fainted at what she saw, struggling to keep the platter of sushi in arms; Nabiki stared dumbfounded and brought up some food to chew on as she watched. All three of the teenage girls were forced to bear witness to their father as he came down and started feasting on Ranma’s perky tits. 

 Soun, have you gone crazy?! Genma wanted to yell. These poor girls were being scarred for life. Fine, perhaps not Nabiki - who started smiling as if she were watching a competition and rooting for her father - but still! 

 The old man lifted his drooling mouth from Ranma wet breasts and barked an order. “Set it all down and start eating! Come on, I want a friendly atmosphere for breakfast!” 

 The girls did as ordered and tried not to look at what was happening only a few feet away from them. Soun was getting all worked up by playing with Ranma, his hardened cock about to explode as it rested against her wet pussy, both their bodies dripping with sweat. Being watched by the whole room must’ve made him even more aroused than before. 

 The girls settled down on the floor and poured sake for each one of the older men, Akane and Kasumi too flustered and ashamed to even speak. Only Nabiki bit her lip and kept her eyes glued to the couple, a sheen of sweat building on her forehead. The little minx is horny as can be, Genma realized. His eyes drifted to the toned and pale thighs shimmering in the light, and he wanted nothing more than to reach over and massage his own dick between them. 

 Soun suddenly plunged into Ranma in front of them all and started fucking vigorously, his hips pumping his dick into her tight cunt, the sloshing, sucking sounds of her pussy wrapping around his shaft filling everyone’s ears. 

 Pretending not to hear it, Akane gulped and poured Genma some sake. The fat man thanked her and poured some down his scorched throat, his body sweating like crazy as he heard his daughter’s pussy being ripped into by his friend. Soun’s fucking her like an animal… As the sake picked up speed, he considered grabbing one of the sisters and joining in. How would he like that? After he’s doing this to my flesh and blood… 

 Unfortunately, not a single one of the three would be too interested, and he feared offending Soun in his own house, if out of principle of nothing else… 

 As he brought the cup back to his lips, the old man glanced over. “You see, old friend? I told you, Ranma loves to get fucked. I’m being a good husband to her. Don’t you worry.” 

 The pale tits flew back and forth as he fucked her senselessly, the beads of sweat looking golden in the light as they made their way down the slopes of her fertile body. As Soun forced himself deeper, her arms and legs wrapped around him and held him tight, her cute toes curling as her nails dug into his back. 

 Genma saw that his old friend’s dick was entirely inside his daughter, ripping through that barest of slits he let his eyes caress only moments before. He’s so rough with her… With my Ranma…

 There was no wonder she avoided training. Who would have the energy to do it after being treated like this? 

 The redheaded cried in pain and pleasure as Soun twisted his throbbing shaft inside of her, an event that compelled Nabiki to raise her fist and stand up. “Get her, Dad! Get her!” 

“This isn’t a game!” Akane shouted. 

“Shut up!” 

 Only Kasumi covered her ears and put all her focus into staring at a piece of sushi, wanting to be anywhere but in this room. “Dear me…” she whispered. 

 Soun, you ass, why are you putting us all through this?...

 Whatever the answer, the old man was far from done with Ranma. He raised himself on top of her and grabbed her tongue with one hand while the other wrapped around her throat and squeezed. “She’s so damn loud, this wifey of mine…” Her eyes rolled back as his cock went on ravaging her, her hot and steamy juices flushing out each time the old man pulled out.  

 Genma thought they were both about to come, but Soun just slapped Ranma hard, then turned her around and pulled her up doggystyle, making her face the entire family as he finished her off. Nabiki elbowed Akane and pointed. “Look at her face! That’s hilarious!” 

 Ranma was so aroused that she barely seemed aware of where she was and what was happening. Her mouth hung open and her eyes kept rolling back and going white despite her attempts to focus her gaze. The old man grabbed her braid and yanked her head back as he fucked her from behind, letting her fat and sweaty tits dangle tantalizingly right in front of Genma. 

“Aaaahhh~!” Soun groaned and reached to the front to slap her tits around. “God, she’s so tight. You guys have no idea. She’s milking me completely dry!” He delivered a few more thrusts that made her gasp, then her legs just gave in and she fell to the ground and took the old man with her, though Soun kept pumping her as hard as he could, the sweat flying off his veiny temples. “Yeah!” He slapped her plump ass red. “This is it!” 

 He buried his face in her back as he came while Ranma shook under him in an orgasm of her own. Genma just stared at them along with the sisters, nobody knowing what to do or what to say. 

 A moment later Soun lifted his head and stretched out his arm. “Mind pouring me a drink?” 

 Kasumi quickly poured it while Nabiki was the only one brave enough to go over and hand it to him. As she glanced down at Ranma’s beautiful body and the way it twitched, completely broken in, she grinned. “You wasted her, Dad.” 

 Soun took the whole swig down and breathed deeply. “Sure did.” He made himself comfortable, lying on Ranma’s body as if it were some luxurious rug. “So, what’s for breakfast?” 







 Ranma could not believe that everyone got to watch as her husband fucked her. 

 But they did, and now Soun not only got used to touching her wherever they were, but made a point of it whenever the whole family got together. He forbid her from wearing any sort of clothes that might cover up too much of her body, and ordered her to go back to wearing shorts and tops instead - including some from Nabiki, which were tight enough on her that her breasts were left either partly uncovered or completely outlined. 

 That was what made him grin. 

 Tonight, Soun wanted the two of them to go out to town. For that purpose they stole some flashy clothes from Nabiki, who currently glared at Ranma and they way her thicc booty and fertile boobs were stretching out her garments.

“You better not ruin them,” she warned. 

 Soun gulped down some more sake, his breath already stinking of it. “That’s no way to speak to your mother, Nabiki!”

“She’s not my mother!” 

“Don’t be jealous just because she has a body you can only dream of.” 

 Kasumi buried her head in her chest. “Father…” 

“It’s true!” he insisted, wrapping his arm around Ranma’s waist and bringing her to his chest protectively. “All three of you hate her because you can’t compare to her! You’re all like boys next to her. Haha, how funny! Ranma turned into a girls, maybe we can turn you all into boys.” 

 Akane slammed her fist on the table. “Enough! This is bullshit.” She stormed out despite her father’s protestations, and Kasumi and Nabiki followed after her. 

“These little bitches,” grumbled Soun unhappily. “Come, my dear! It’s time for us to have our night together. Don’t take these little devils to heart.” 

 Ranma didn’t feel so happy… I didn’t want to bring trouble into this family. Now the sisters, and presumably her own father, all hated her. Only her husband took her side and he was… difficult.

“Come on, come on!” Soun said, dragging her along as they left the yard. 

 Ranma struggled to follow along, not used to walking in the heels he gave her. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the crop top was small enough that it kept leaving her underboobs exposed, while the tiny shorts kept going between her butt. I don’t want people to see me like this… 

“You look great!” her husband said, bringing his hand down to take a firm hold of her ass as they went. “When they all see what a beautiful wife I got myself, they’re going to die of jealousy.” 

 They didn’t even get to town before he decided to fuck her. Soun kept playing with her butt until he got himself too worked up. As the couple went over a bridge, he grabbed her roughly and bent her down over the railing. “This won’t take long,” he promised. 

 This time Ranma fought back for real. “People are going to see us!~” she cried, exasperated by his endless lust.

 Sadly, her husband was past the point of being reasonable, and the booze only made him worse. “Stop squealing, my little wife!” He freed her tits and let them dangle over the water as he wasted her pussy from the back, slapping her ass with childlike joy.  

 Ranma could hear people coming up the path and hid her face in her palms; Soun just went on with it, slapping his balls against her pussy and playing with her tits as he got ready to come. “God, this cool night air makes it feel even better, doesn’t it?” 

 The young redhead pulled up her shorts with shaking breath, feeling her creampied hole spilling into the panties. Her husband wiped away her frustrated tears. “Why are you crying?”

“You’re being so bad!” she snapped. “Do you only think about fucking me? Is that all I am to you? You’re so drunk. You smell disgusting. Bastard!” 

 His brows curled in anger and he raised his hand, ready to strike. But seeing her that vulnerable and upset broke his heart and his palm came down, his spirit deflated. He truly let the debauchery of the last days get to him. “I’m sorry, my little one,” he said, tenderly brushing her cheeks. “I’ve been a pain to everyone. Forgive me.” 

 Surprisingly, Ranma yielded quickly and pressed her cheek into his palm. “It’s okay, sweetling… I forgive you.” 

 Soun noticed the blush in her face and the nudges that showed through her top. Don’t feel too bad, old man, she’s a horny brat, too. “Would you like to go back home?” 

 Ranma shook her head. “No, we can go! Just be good to me, and I’ll be good to you, eh?” Then she shoved him hard. She stepped out of her heels and took them in hand, then started off. “Come on, old man, I’ll race you!” 

 Soun nearly tripped over the railing of the bridge. Damn her! he thought, laughing. 

 Hoping not to totter into some ditch, he started after her. 





 Kasumi was the only one of the Tendos that could not bear the feelings of guilt that came with what happened. If I only agreed to marry Ranma, this could have been avoided… It pained her to see her father behaving in such a debauched way, degrading Ranma into little more than a pleasure lady. Being forced to watch them fuck only made her sick to her stomach. And poor old Genma was forced to watch that as well… 

 She was concerned for the fat man from the start, but ever since he barely left his room. Now that their father was out with Ranma, Kasumi thought it might be a good idea to invite him for some games. Her sisters disagreed.

“Dad is finally out, and you want to get another annoying old man to boss us around?” Akane barked. 

 Nabiki was happy to be able to drink in peace as well. “We can’t do much to help him. Maybe it’s time he takes off.” 

 How can they be so rude? Kasumi wondered. She prepared some snacks and then strolled down the hallway over to Genma’s room. “Saotome-san?” Her fingers rapped lightly against the door. “Are you awake?” 

“Come in,” came a raspy voice. 

 Kasumi entered and found him sitting cross legged, staring at nothing in particular. “I thought I would bring you some treats…” A smile was offered. “Wouldn’t you like to join us? Father is gone.” 

 He shook his head and said nothing. 

 The despondent sight made her heart break. Kasumi closed the door, then prostrated herself before him. “Please forgive our family for Father’s recent misbehavior. We never knew things would come to be this way. It was never meant to go so far.” 

 The old man said nothing, but she could feel a hand coming to rest on her head. “Saotome-san?...” Kasumi lifted her head and locked eyes with him. The gnarled fingers passed through her soft heir, then cupped her chin. The gleam in his eyes unnerved her. “Is s-something wrong?” 

 Genma liked the look of the Tendo sisters since he first laid eyes on him. Usually, families with many girls would have one decent one that dozens of men fought over and then some ugly ducklings the parents fought hard to find a husband to pass them off to. Not so with Soun’s girls. Each one of them was attractive in her own way… 

 It was Nabiki that Genma fantasized about first, given her revealing clothing and lewd ways. Then Akane came into his fantasies, and the desire to dominate what was an otherwise wild teen. Kasumi was too nice at the start for him to want to ruin her, even in his mind, but as the old man kept picking up on the sweet scent of her body and catching glimpses of the extreme curves beneath the dignified clothing, the fire rose. 

Now, as he saw his own rough appearance reflected in her eyes, he wondered if he could go far enough to lay his hands on her. Hasn’t Soun done worse with Ranma? What’s stopping me? Maybe he should understand what it feels like! He should know the pain of a father having to bear witness to the loss of his child! 

“G-Genma?” Akumi whispered, putting aside their age, confused and afraid by what was happening.

 The old man passed his thumb over her soft lips and moved into her warm and wet mouth. “If you’re truly sorry, then you need to let me ease my pain.” 

“I can’t… I…” 

“Shhhh. Enough.” He pulled in her paralyzed body and started moving his palms over it, loving the feel of her curves and the heat of her body against his chest. “I’m going to make you feel good. I promise.” 

 Kasumi could have gotten up or cried for the help of her sisters. Instead, she just accepted it with a tearful look, knowing she was in no position to disagree given what he suffered from her father. “Please, be gentle…” she begged him. 

“I’ll be as gentle to you as Soun was to my son!” Genma yelled, then pulled on her clothes fiercely, tearing them up rather than wasting time to take them off. He watched the way she crouched there before him, scared and half-naked, holding her breasts with one hand while the pale cheeks of her ass shimmered in the cold light of the evening. 

Genma stood up, his dick so stiff that the engorged head pushed through his robe. Kasumi looked up at him fearfully as he took it off and stood before her, emanating an aura of superiority in his naked power stance. All this time she thought he would be chubby underneath given his squat frame, but instead she found herself gazing upon a rippling physique of bulging and rippling muscles hardened by decades of discipline. He looks… way better than I thought…

 The muscular bull put a foot on her head and pushed it into the floor. Her big ass swayed as it rose, and a single strong hand ripped her panties off hard enough to leave her shaking. What’s he going to do to me? she wondered breathlessly. 

 Over the last few days, Kasumi fantasized about being taken more than once. It was hard to avoid, given that almost every time she tried to sleep, Ranma’s pleas for more rang throughout the house as her father fucked her over and over, deep into the night. Was it wrong to want to find out what being fucked like that felt like?... 

 And now it appeared like it was going to happen. 

 Genma pushed his foot down to her mouth and made her suck on his tongues. The sight of Soun’s spawn being put in her place made his mind rush more than if he just drank himself stupid. Such a young and perfect body did not deserve to be ruined by an old man. Soun, you’ve made me do this… 

 Her young pussy accepted his twitching shaft far easier than he expected. She’s already wet as can be… Genma grinned. What a little whore! He reached down to play with her soft tits as he pushed into her, feeling every inch of his huge dick getting swallowed up by her wet folds until her lips massaged the base of his cock. 

“That… feels so good…” Kasumi cooed. “You’re so big, sir…” 

 Winning her over did not take much at all. Genma wrapped her hair around his hand and pulled her up against his chest, sucking her tongue into his mouth as his fingertips danced over her naughty nipples. 

“I’m going to destroy you,” the old man warned. “I’m going to punish you for everything your bastard of a father has done.”

“Please… We deserve it~” Her slutty words made his dick throb inside of her and Kasumi started moving her hips by herself against him, tracing her palms over his tense muscles. “Don’t stop, sir…” 

 Genma lowered his fingers down to her tummy and held her steady as he pumped her from behind, her ass slapping against him as he thrust in and out of her willing cunt. Finally, this is what I needed, thought the old man, loving the feeling of her body wrapping itself around him, doing his best to target her sweet spots and let his seed flow into her womb. 

“God!” Kasumi cried breathlessly. “I can’t! It’s so big! Sir! Aahhhhh~ I can’t take it anymore…” Though, even as she begged him to end it, her cooes each time she reached up to kiss him told another story. “Don’t stop…” 

 Genma impaled her on his dick till her cries turned to screams and left the room. 

 A door slid open and a confused Akane appeared in the doorway. “What the hell? What is going on?!?! WHAT IS THIS?!” 

 She came down on the old man, punching and slapping at him, ordering to let her sister go. Genma grabbed by the ankle and tripped her up, then wrapped a huge arm around her waist and brought her up against his chest. “Don’t worry, I’ll take you too…” 

“NABIKI!” Akane screamed. “HELP US!!!” 

 Nabiki came instead, tottering unsteadily with a cup of sake in her hand filled to the brim. When she saw her sister getting screwed, she just laughed, “Oh my!”

“Do something, you idiot!” 

 Instead of following the order, Nabiki just met Genma’s eyes and watched the sweat dripping off his bullish body with newfound appreciation. He looks great… Maybe it was the drink getting to her, but all she wanted was to take off her clothes and replace Kasumi. Her pussy had been aching to be dominated for days. 

 The old man grabbed the waistband of her shorts and pulled her in for a deep kiss. He explored her hot mouth and savored the taste of sake off her tongue as Kasumi milked his dick and his hand found and squeezed Akane’s firm boobs. All three of them are going to be mine tonight… He took the cup from Nabiki and drank the sake, then told her to get some more. 

 Akane bit his arm, but there was barely any pain. “I’ll get you for this!” she promised. “Don’t you think you’ll get away with it.” 

 When Nabiki came back with the bottle of sake, the old man grinned and brought it to Akane’s open mouth, pushing it deep down her throat. She gagged and spit some out, but Nabiki helped to hold her down as he kept pouring and pouring into her, until the anger in her eyes dimmed and her eyelashes fluttered helplessly.  

 The bottle empty, Akane’s mouth hung open. “Asshole…” 

 Genma finished off Kasumi with a few more expert strokes, groaning as he felt hot cum rushing out of his shaft to go fill up her womb. You wanted to have more Tendos, didn’t you, old friend? Don’t you worry, I’ll give you plenty… 

“Finally! Me next!” Nabiki clamored, going down to suck the dripping and sloppy shaft. It tasted so good… It didn’t even matter that it was in her sister only moments before, it was just too good to pass up… Old man cum is so yummy~

 To her total shock, Genma shoved her away with a titter. “Not yet! First we need to teach your sister a lesson.” He held Akane down and struggled to pull her jeans off as she struggled. “Calm down!” 

“No!” Akane shouted. “Don’t you dare! I’m a virgin! You aren’t allowed!” 

 But the old man did dare. He managed to pull them down her butt, then got a glimpse at the puckered-up asshole between her darling cheeks. He hadn’t even considered taking her ass before, but the more he thought about it, the better it sounded. It’s her fault things got to this anyway. Soun told me she was his first pick to marry Ranma. “You deserve this!” 

 Nabiki crawled over to Akumi and spread her legs wide, lapping up the sweet seed that ran down her inner thighs. “It’s so amazing~” she cooed. “I can’t wait for you to fuck me, you dirty old man…” 

 Kasumi squeezed her thighs against her head and pushed her up to her steaming cunt. “Go inside,” she begged. “Put your tongue there…” 

 Nabiki never considered doing such a thing with Kasumi of all people… I’m too drunk to worry. And with that thought, she sent her tongue down into her tight pussy, eating up Genma’s cum and following the same route as his dick did against her sensitive walls, making Kasumi shiver with pleasure…

 As Akane felt the slippery head moving against her asshole, she thought it was there only because he was trying to hit her pussy and failing. She never even considered he would try to go inside. Only when the powerful dick started pushing against the puckered up hole did she panic. “Wait! No! STOP IT! STOP IT!!!” 

 Losing her mind with worry, she decided to be nice. “Please!~ Saotome-sama, take my pussy. My pussy needs you! It’s been craving you for days… I’m begging you, fuck my pussy and give me a baby, Saotome-sama!” 

 Her blood curdled when his confident laugh rang in her ear. His sweat dripped down her blushing face. “Don’t you worry, I’ll do that too.” 

 His whole weight dropped down on top of her like a meteor as he pushed into her tiny and virgin asshole, splitting it open with his unrelenting old cock. He had the foresight to cover her mouth, but her shrieks were so loud that both Nabiki and Kasumi needed to cover their ears despite them being muffled. 

 Only Genma seemed to relish them. “THAT’S DAMN RIGHT!” he shouted, the muscles on his back and arms bulging and dripping with sweat as he forced his way into the ass of Soun’s beloved daughter. “Your father’s never disciplined you properly, but I’m about to!” 

 Akane could barely see through her tears as he opened her up and buried his shaft into her ass, tearing her in half with his veiny shaft. Father!! Where are you!? Come home!! Please~... 

 But the prayers did nothing to stop or even slow down the old man, who made a mush of her lower body as he broke it forever. Her sisters, instead of helping, only laughed at what was being done to her. You bitches! 





 Soun could not remember the last time he felt so good. He was on top of the world. Married with a delightful young wife that would bear him the descendents he needed. And now he was winning at the games for the first time ever as he sat around the table in the tavern. 

 Ranma was his lucky charm. 

“He’s cheating!” another one of the old men said. “Stop him, come on!” 

 Soun made a face. “Cheating!? You’re crazy. I’m just lucky, that’s all.” 

“First he shows off that wife of his. Now this…” 

 They were grumpy, and he understood why. All of them were going home to their wrinkly, sour spouses, while Soun was here groping Ranma and flashing her delicious thighs and shadowy cleavage at these guys. It sure felt good to be number one for once. 

 As something silky soft went against his eager dick, he suppressed a moan and glanced down under the table. Ranma knelt before him, her head under his robes, worshiping his dick and sucking him off as they played. The perfect wife… 

 They made a bet that he couldn’t hold it in the entire time until they were done, and now the fast strokes of her tongue were pushing him near the edge. At the same time, the games were over. “Well, gentlemen… I-- UH!” He trembled and reached down to grab her braid, but Ranma only deepthroat his dick the whole way and used her tongue to massage his balls.

“What is it?” they asked. “Well? Go on! Go home! Take that slut of yours and go home.”

“She’s not…” Soun pushed his head back and closed his eyes as he let go, feeling his jizz shoot down into Ranma’s throat. How is she so good at this? he wondered, smiling. Ranma looked at him from under the table and winked, then licked the seed off her lips. 

 The old man cleared his throat and stood up, followed by her. “Well, good evening, gentlemen. Thanks for the big wins.”

“To hell with you!” 

 As they made their way back home, Soun took his young wife by the hand. “Thank you for the evening, dear.” 

 Ranma grabbed his arm and leaned into his chest. “I love you, husband.” 

“I love you as well.” 

 It was so late by the time that they made it that Soun’s eyes were closing by themselves. The lights were still on. Were they not sleeping yet? “Girls, we’re back!” The main room was empty. He gave Ranma a look. “Where the hell are they?” 

 He searched the entire house till he finally thought to wake up Genma and ask him. “Old man, are you awake?” Soun asked. “Come on, do you know where the girls went?” 

 He could hear some movement from the other room, but no answer. Damn it, is he drunk again? 

 Soun opened the door and… 

… and…  

 Genma was on the floor, completely naked, his legs spread wide while Nabiki stroked his shaft and tended to his balls with her tongue that curled and dripped with warm cum. Akane and Kasumi were lying next to the old man, his arms holding them against his chest, both their pussies oozing with his seed. 

 Nabiki spotted her father and raised her head, then waved. “Hey! How was it?” 

 He… he fucked my daughters? All three of them… 


