OK, here you go.  You'll need to write a scene before this where Shampoo
gets knocked out by the Sailor Senshi, but that shouldn't be too hard.  It
might be a good idea to insert one or two more "Shampoo ambush" scenes
too... if there is room for it.  Let me know what you think.  Even though
Shampoo is your least favorite character--maybe because of that--I think
you'll enjoy what I do to her.

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Shampoo stirred slightly, then woke with a start as she tugged at the
restraints on her arms and legs.  A blindfold kept her from seeing
anything, and some sort of rubber ball was strapped in her mouth.  The
restraints were cold metal and a quick tug rewarded her with the jingle of
chains.  Handcuffs.  She noted then that she was naked, lying on a bare
mattress, and the seriousness of her situation hit home.

Straining her ears, she could hear the sound of someone moving around her.
She tried to shout at them to let her go, but the ball gag reduced that to
a murmur.  Still, it was heard.  She heard someone giggling.

How dare anyone do this to a member of the Amazon tribe? she thought
angrily as she tore at her restraints.  It did her no good.  They stretched
her too tightly for her to get the necessary leverage.  It didn't help her
dignity that they also had her spread-eagled on the bed, so that anyone
could view her most private parts.  Her helplessness struck her for the
first time then.  She was at the mercy of whomever was in the room, utterly
unable to do anything about it.  They could do anything to her, violate
her, bring her to multiple orgasms....

Her body shivered as the thought began to turn her on.  She was beaten,
completely and finally.  If she only knew who had beaten her.  It had to be
Ranma.  Only her husband was strong enough.  She would have smiled if not
for the gag.  He had finally stopped playing hard to get.

Feather-light fingers suddenly brushed her right nipple, which was already
erect.  Shampoo twitched in surprise at the touch, which quickly withdrew.
Moaning behind the gag, she tried to arch her back to maintain the contact.
The fingers, small and smooth, touched her again, rolling her nipple
between them.

Another hand joined the first, stroking the sides of her left breast,
making the Amazon's skin tingle.  She moaned again, begging her husband to
quit teasing her and give her satisfaction!

Then she froze.  A THIRD hand was gently stroking her thighs now.  The hand
was smearing the sticky juices from her sex around her thighs.  She tried
to close her legs, but the cuffs made it impossible.

Whoever was playing with her nipple had gotten a little bolder, actively
rubbing the stiff nub with their fingers.  The fingers were suddenly
removed and Shampoo couldn't repress a whimper.  She wanted those fingers
to touch her, to please her.  The fingers were replaced with a mouth and
Shampoo moaned around the gag.  Someone's tongue began to slowly tease her
nipple and the Amazon pulled at her bonds, trying to encourage her
tormentor to get on with it.

A second mouth clamped down on her other nipple and she had to stifle a
scream.  Hard teeth bit sharply on the erect nipple.  She pulled at the
restraints, more startled than hurt.  Both mouths began to suck on her
nipples then, the pleasure a marked contrast to the pain.  She moaned again
against the gag.

The hand between her legs grew bolder now, cupping Shampoo's sex and
rubbing it gently until the area between her legs felt like it was on fire.
Shampoo tensed, knowing she was close to exploding....

Then the hands moved, caressing her skin, avoiding those overly-stimulated
areas.  Fingernails delicately scratched the skin over her belly, causing
her to arch her back again at the tingling sensation it provoked.  Her firm
bottom was stroked and fondled in an almost ticklish manner.  She bucked
and twisted against the restraints, trying to bring her hot, wet sex to
bear against her attackers.

And then the hands and mouths were removed.  Shampoo screamed beneath the
gag, twisting as much as she could, trying to make herself cum, but the
sensations were already dropping.  It was no fair!

Someone took off her blindfold then, and Shampoo looked out at a large
crowd of naked girls.  Ranma-chan was standing next to Akane, holding her
close.  Their hands were roaming up and down over each others' skin,
stroking the sensitive areas.

  Next to them were Ukyou and the other tomboy, the one whose name Shampoo
had never bothered to learn.  They were busily exploring each other's
mouths with their tongues and not paying Shampoo the slightest attention.
As she watched, Ukyou placed both hands on the other tomboy's breasts and
began to squeeze them.  Shampoo's breasts seemed to ache in sympathy,
wanting someone to touch her like that.

Further back in the room, the girls were at least partially clothed.  A
girl with long black hair was sitting on the floor, her back against the
wall.  Her black sweater was pushed up, revealing her bra-less breasts and
stiff pink nipples.  A blonde with the two long ponytails was trying to
push the black-haired girl's mini up, but the girl was struggling weakly
against it.  The blonde was wearing a white sundress that hung so loosely
on her it was almost falling off as Shampoo watched.

Another blonde, with her hair hanging freely, was standing next to a girl
with short blue-black hair who looked a little like Akane.  They were both
wearing lacy lingerie.  The blonde had an emerald green bustier and
matching garters.  The Akane look-alike was wearing a white bra and
panties, but they seemed a little small for her.  On the table before the
two was an assortment of oils, honey, long feathers, silk gloves, strips of
fur, and even a long, leather whip.  They were fiddling with several
battery packs and.... Shampoo shivered at the sight of the large, thick--

"Hello Shampoo," Ranma-chan snickered, getting her would-be suitor's
attention.  "Surprise."  Ranma leaned in close.  "We've all decided that
we're tired of you ambushing us, so we thought we'd teach you a lesson."
Akane nodded, and then began to kiss Ranma-chan's neck slowly, distracting
her fiance for a bit.

Shampoo tried to say something, but the gag reduced that to mumbled moans.
Ranma-chan wasn't interested in listening, in any event.  "We're going to
have some fun with you tonight, Shampoo, but every time you come close to
coming, we're going to stop."  Shampoo's eyes bugged out.  "I wonder how
much of that you can take?"  Ranma-chan was really distracted now, as Akane
wrapped her lips around one of her nipples and began to suck on it.
Shampoo tried to look away, but she could see something erotic happening
almost everywhere in the room.  The blonde with the pony-tails had her head
buried between the black-haired girl's legs.  She, for her part, was
breathing heavily and fondling her own breasts as her companion's tongue
played with her.  The long-haired blonde had taken one of the...
instruments from the table and was rubbing it over her breasts.  The Akane
look-alike was now approaching the bed with her own large, black vibrator
and was smiling slightly.

Shampoo tried to scream.

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Mousse idly spread the water over the sidewalk in front of the Nekohanten,
cleaning it for the day's rush.  He sighed and wondered where his love was.
Shampoo had gone out the night before looking for Ranma and had not been
back.  Normally, this would have sent the myopic martial artist running
after her, but she had knocked him out with a sleeping potion.

"Oh, Shampoo, where are you?" he said longingly.

His rhetorical question was suddenly answered.  Five young girls in sailor
suits jumped down from the roof of the restaurant, carrying a large,
rolled-up rug.  Mousse readied his arsenal, fearing an attack.  However,
the girls only paused long enough to drop the rug at his feet and spring
away.

"Here's a little present for you," one, in the green and white suit, said
as she jumped away.

Mousse straightened his glasses.  "It's a little early for deliveries," he
muttered.  He looked down at the rug.  There was an envelope attached,
addressed to him.  Shrugging, he opened it.  It read:

Dear Mousse:
Enclosed you will find a gift from us to you, in recognition
of your long suffering.  We spent a long time preparing her, but
if you're not satisfied, just send her back for a little re-
training.  Enjoy her to the fullest.  We did.

Signed

The Sailor Senshi

The note was typed, except someone had scratched out "Sailor" in the
signature and written "Sexy" over it.

"Huh?" Mousse muttered, lifting the rug and hauling it inside the
Nekohanten.  He was surprised when it began to move!  Swiftly, he began to
unroll it, then stopped in shock when he discovered its contents.

It was his darling Shampoo, gloriously naked, if somewhat... changed.  Her
eyes were red and puffy from crying.  Shampoo's makeup, usually
administered so perfectly, was overdone and tacky.  Her hair was in
disarray, snarled, tangled, and soaked with her sweat.  Large red welts
covered her sweaty skin and she stared at him with wide, wild eyes.

"S-shampoo?" Mousse croaked in surprise.

Shampoo, the redoubtable warrior, the tigress, the proud Amazon who let
nothing stand in her way, actually bowed her head at his voice.  She
kneeled and said, in a timid whisper, "M-mousse-sama, Shampoo here to serve
you...."  Her voice cracked near the end and she looked up, desperately.
"Please, Mousse-sama.... Shampoo want you to.... f-fuck Shampoo.  Make
Shampoo come."

"Shampoo, why are you doing this?" Mousse said, even as his manhood swelled
at looking at his lovely Shampoo kneeling before him.  He had never, even
in his wildest dreams, imagined she would present herself to him like this.

"Shampoo belong to you," the broken girl replied.  Her thoughts were wild
with the need to make Mousse make her come.  Ranma and the others had kept
her on the edge of orgasming all night, playing with her until she had wept
openly, begging to come.  But they kept putting it off, timing her
reactions carefully, replacing pleasure with pain to throw her body off-
stride.  She NEEDED to come.  If Mousse would just let her.  She had said
what they had told her to say, willing to do anything to end her suffering.

Mousse began to understand the power he suddenly had over the purple-haired
Amazon.  He smiled.  "What if I don't want you?" he asked, testing her.

Her reaction was everything he could have hoped.  Her eyes went wide and
she looked panicked at the thought.  She actually crawled on her hands and
knees, groveling piteously before him.  "No!  Please, Mousse-sama... take
Shampoo!  Shampoo be slut, whore for you.  Please, make Shampoo come!" she
whined.

Amazing what one night can do to the strongest sex-starved will, Mousse
thought.  There were possibilities here, if he could keep Shampoo under
control.  Besides, he had a little payback coming to him for how she had
treated him.  His smile took a nasty turn.

"Come here, Shampoo-chan," he said, putting an edge in his voice he never
would have used before Shampoo's conversion.  He was gratified to see her
cringe, still on her knees.  "Undo my pants," he ordered.  She leapt to
obey, her hands flying to pull open the drawstring.  His cock almost seemed
to leap out at her face.  She flinched at the sight, then looked in
amazement.  It seemed bigger than she had ever seen it before, though
admittedly she had been out of her mind the other times.

"Suck on it, Shampoo-chan," Mousse said, stroking it with one hand and
bringing it near to her pretty red mouth.  "Take it in your mouth like a
slut would."  No true Amazon warrior would ever let a man do that.  They
considered it degrading, a sign of oppression.

Shampoo's face certainly showed the shame she felt, but her mouth opened,
almost involuntarily.  If this brought her closer to coming, she would do
it.  She would do anything.  Her hands wanted to fly to her sex and frig it
madly, but... what if THEY were watching and knew she did it?  She
whimpered, for they had promised to lock her up for a week without coming
if she didn't let Mousse please her.

Mousse sighed involuntarily as she wrapped her pert little mouth around the
head of his cock.  He grew harder than before, even though Shampoo only
took an inch of him inside her and was barely using her tongue, too.  She
certainly wasn't very good at this, but he didn't care.  There would be
time to fix these inadequacies later.  Quite a bit of time, if this worked
out right.

He thrust his hips forward, filling her mouth.  Shampoo began to gag and
pull away, but his strong hands pressed against the back of her head,
keeping her there.  Slowly, he began to pump his cock in and out of her
mouth, shoving it a little further inside with every thrust.

Shampoo tried to scream at this invasion, but his dick silenced her as well
as the ball gag the night before.  She shook with shame from what she was
doing, but she also took a perverse kind of pleasure from it.  She had,
like many of her fellow Amazons, wondered what it would be like to suck on
a man's organ.  The hot meat filling her mouth tasted.... good.  She was so
confused, she didn't know what to think any more.  Shampoo just wanted
someone to pleasure her, and she would do anything for it.

Mousse suddenly pulled his cock out of her mouth.  Maybe he was going to
put it inside her pussy finally?  Even as she began to hope this would be
the case, he began to pump his stiff organ with his hand.  Large white gobs
of semen flew out, splattering over her face and hair.  Shampoo looked on
in shock as he continued to pump out jet after jet of the stuff, letting it
dribble down onto her breasts.  Even more amazingly, he was still hard, and
showed no sign of going limp as he ran dry.  Instead, he stood there,
looking down at her cum-covered body and smiling.

One gob of cum had landed by Shampoo's mouth and she tentatively licked her
lips.  It tasted salty, but was not bad.  She used her fingers to scoop
some more off her face and tasted it as well.  Before she was even aware of
what she was doing, she was scouring every bit of cum off her body,
shoveling it into her mouth.  She didn't even care that Mousse was watching
until she was done.  Then she began to sob.  What had happened to her?  Why
was she suddenly doing things she would have found contemptible before now?
Why was she even crying?  But the sobs would not stop.

Mousse was moved to sympathy, seeing his once strong Shampoo reduced to
this.  He thought he knew what had happened.  Shampoo, in her pride, had
thought herself invincible, but someone had broken her overnight, using
methods she was unprepared to fight.  She was lost now, without an anchor
in her life.  Well, he would give her that anchor now.  Even if her new
life was not what either of them had expected, it would still bring her
happiness in the end.

A slave with a caring master does not need much, after all.

"Shampoo, would you like me to make you come now?" he asked quietly.

"S-shampoo not worthy.  Shampoo want to die," the Amazon sobbed, covering
her face in her hands.

Mousse reached down and pulled her hands away from her tear-stained face.
"Don't cry, little kitten.  I'll be here for you," he said, and then he
kissed her, gently pressing his lips to hers.  He tasted himself on her
tongue, but didn't mind.  If things went well, he could expect her mouth to
taste of him quite a bit.

Hesitant at first, Shampoo soon melted into the kiss.  Even if she was
degraded and without honor, someone loved her.  She clung to that like a
child clinging to a security blanket.  The thought of Mousse leaving her
was becoming unbearable.  She needed his love, would do anything to keep
it.  Without it, what was left for her?

Mousse smiled into the kiss and pressed her back to the floor, grateful
that Cologne was out looking for more of her special herbs.  By the time
the old ghoul returned, Shampoo would be his forever.  True, they may never
be able to return to the village, but that was a small price to pay.

Shampoo lay back on the floor, spreading her legs wide.  "Mousse-sama take
his Shampoo-slut now, yes?"  She even managed to smile, hiding her fear
that he would reject her.  She saw the love and desire in his eyes, and
knew she didn't have anything to fear on that score at the moment.  Her
smile became genuine as, with one quick thrust, he entered her.

The Nekohanten didn't open that day, though the neighbors wondered about
the strange noises coming from it.  The next day, some of them saw Cologne
hop inside on her staff, and the most frightful arguments broke out, with
people screaming and chinaware being smashed.  Then, Cologne left, carrying
a large bag and was not seen again.  Soon, the Nekohanten reopened, and
service was much the same as ever.  The only difference, and everyone
commented on it, was the silver chain collar Shampoo now wore happily
around her neck.

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