While it was true that Ranma Saotome was a martial artist, that didn’t mean she was the sort to go on a rescue mission with fists-a-flying. No, no, no. There was more than one way to apply those skills and she was more than glad to show them off when the stakes weren’t that great. Not only did it mean she had a chance to boast, it meant she could keep her skills sharp for when they did matter.
So here she was in this freaky factory place, back pressed to a wall, peering around the corner. She could beat up any of the employees at will, probably. Except. That seemed like a good way to get dogpiled, captured, then brainwashed. Stealth was the order of the day. She leaped into corners. Crept along the ceiling. The real tricky part was avoiding all the security cameras tracking the corridors while she kept the employees from ever guessing she was even in the building. Though it did give her the chance to spot a few things.
First thing she noticed was that the employees were all women. Busty women. Busty women wearing office shirts a size too small so they bunched up underneath their breasts, exposing their midriffs while placing even greater emphasis on their breasts. Busty women wearing tight black shorts that left pretty much nothing to the imagination.
Beyond that they were all pretty different. Tall girls. Shorter girls. Some wearing glasses. Some with long hair. Some with short. Hell, the only factors she could find in common with all of them were all held within the previous paragraph. There were no other common factors among them that he could see. Unless you counted the vapid smile on their face and the sexy swagger of their walk.
“Brainwashed,” Ranma whispered. “Model employees… Once I get the girls outta here, I’m shutting this place down for good!”
Though that might be easier said than done. There was a metal door up ahead with a security lock on it, and through the little glass window she could see two armed chicks standing on either side with two more patrolling down the corridor. Great! If a fight started in that sorta area they’d be able to lock it down and pick her off at their leisure. How the hell was she supposed to -
Footsteps behind her! Ranma leaped into the air and held her breath. Two of the vapid employees. Close call there. She watched as the employee tapped in the code at the door. A harsh buzzing sound followed. She tried it again. Another harsh buzzing sound.
“No,” the other one said. “You’re doing it wrong. It’s not B7XCC anymore! It’s B8ADX today.”
“Oh!” the first one gasped. “You’re right, how silly of me. I can never get the new codes right.”
As soon as the door closed behind them Ranma dropped to the ground and concentrated. Alright. So she knew the code for the door. That wouldn’t help much… Unless…
“Locker room ->”
Jackpot. The key part to any stealth mission: Blend in, look like you belong and nobody ever questions you.
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If there was any part of the job where he usually derived some measure of satisfaction, it was this part. Willy did so love it when intruders tried to sneak through his factory undetected. They always dodged the obvious cameras, but never guessed he might have some concealed in less obvious places. Which is how he was able to watch as Ranma Saotome slipped off towards the locker room, found a conveniently open locker and adorned a “uniform” before one of his employees - the ever charming Vickie - just happened to stride into the room for an idle chat.
“Hey, are you new?” she’d ask after silently entering the room. Small talk would follow. Willy tuned it out. He was more interested in the way that the ‘pigtailed girl’ filled out that uniform. Nice. Very nice. Curves in just the right places to create a cute, sexy appeal.
“Is she correct?” his client interrupted. Perfect way to break his concentration. Just what he needed right now, thank you so much. “Are your employees brainwashed?”
“Yes,” Willy replied with a deep sigh. “But really, it’s not quite what you’re thinking. They’re all hypno-fetishists of the ‘sub’ variety. They all have specific terms of hypnosis and body modification written into their contracts long before we ever put them under. It’s more of a benefit than a recruitment tactic, if you understand?”
“I see! Of course!” Tatewaki Kuno nodded sagely, using the sort of tone that said he did not understand at all. Fine. Whatever. Willy returned his attention to the screen. Ranma was following his “fellow employee” slightly nervously, but attempting to mimic the movements as best she could. Such a tragedy that his own rules prevented him from having her work for him full time. In all the time he’d been doing this he’d been tempted to break those rules, but never once actually done it. This might have been the closest he’d ever come.
The code was entered into the door. Vickie went in first. Ranma stepped in next… And collapsed right into the waiting arms of Vickie. The guards moved to help her along the corridor into the next room, where she was quickly lowered into a dream pod right next to all of the others.
“And that is all of them,” Willy said, with a heavy sigh of relief backing it up. A lot could have gone wrong with so many powerful martial artists. “From this point we hypnotise the… effects of Saotome’s corruption out of their bodies so that they can understand their true place in the world. As for yourself, Tatewaki Kuno... Are you quite sure about this? These girls are highly athletic, and there are a lot of them. Are you certain that you are up to the task?”
“You underestimate the Kuno family,” was the arrogant reply. Willy rolled his eyes. “I shall not hold it against you. It is a common mistake. How long should the process take?”
“Not long,” Willy answered. He stared at the monitor showing the row of unconscious dreaming martial artists. Their bodies untouched as per the client’s request, but their minds being moulded like clay as they slept. “I rather think you shall enjoy the results. Shall we peer into their dreams while we wait?”
- Ranma’s dream seduction begins.
- Continue an already ongoing dream.
- Begin a different dream with another cast member.
- The girls start to wake up.
- Something else
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