Birth of a Warrior Princess
Chapter 3 – The Fall of Karakura-Raizer
I know, I know it's been too damn long since my last update (that little flub with misplace chapter doesn't count), but rest assured my new schedule shall make sure all my stories get equal attention. Continuing where we left off from, Orihime had been 'rescued' by Ichigo and brought to Karakura Town. Remember however that Aizen is still at large so expect so more Hollow action in the future. So with that out the way, let's get back to our protagonist.
The sun beat down on Orihime's forehead, coaxing down rivulets of sweat from her brow. She focused on her breathing, in-out, in-out as she circled the track. Just in front of her, Tatsuki pounded out her pace into the asphalt, trying to keep the sun out of her eyes. The two were leading the pack out of the female physical education class. The usual PE teacher, Kagine, had caught some sort of bug so their homeroom teacher was filling to the best of her ability.
And to the best of Misato's ability, meant telling the girls to walk the track for an hour in the hot sun while she fanned herself in the shade. The old-Orihime, the weak Orihime, would've been more than content to just walk around the oval while conversing with her friends over feminine topics. That Orihime was dead however and this one needed something to take her mind off her frustrations.
"Or rather your frustration, singular." Her Zanpakutō purred from inside her mind.
The unnamed woman seemed to always be watching her thoughts, waiting for her to become angry and then show up to push her over the edge. She seemed to thrive on Orihime's anger and frustration becoming louder as the emotions became stronger.
"Shut up." Orihime thought herself, trying to but as much venom into the thought as possible.
"I bet that Kuchiki girl never closes her mouth, she's in Ichigo's room every night spreading her legs for him like the slut she is." The voice cooed, knowing full and well how to push the woman's buttons.
"Shut-up." Orihime growled, smiling when Tatsuki sent a confused glance back at her. "Rukia will get what's coming to her in due time, just you wait."
"Oh yeah, of course she will. Just like that night 3 days ago, you really showed her then." The voice mocked.
Orihime was brought back to the night; she had decided that Rukia would finally reap the consequences of her folly. It's was raining harder than usual, but nothing unbearable as Orihime masked her Spiritual pressure as she jumped downtown. She had been snapped out of her dreams the moment the Hollow entered Karakura town and was in pursuit within minutes. The Hollow posed no threat to her, but she knew as the shinigami for Karakura Town Rukia would undoubtedly be there.
Hiding on top of a roof, Orihime didn't have to wait long before Rukia showed up to confront the Hollow. As the battle ensued, the orange haired female crept forward, sticking to the shadows as she neared Rukia. She had defeated the weak with relative ease, but by the time she sheathed her Zanpakutō, Orihime had closed the distance to just a few feet under the cover of the darkness and rain. From the unlit alleyway, Orihime took in everything about her rival. Her posture, her breathing, she could practically smell the shampoo in her hair.
Her hand seemed to stretch out of its own accord, ready to wrap around Rukia's neck with an iron grip and quickly choke the Kuchiki into oblivion. But then…
"Rukia!" Ichigo called out, landing beside the black-haired shinigami.
Orihime yanked her hand back as if she'd been burned, retreating into the shadows as Ichigo approached.
"You killed it already?" Ichigo asked.
"I told you I'd take care of it." Rukia said smartly.
"I know, I just wanted to get out and stretch my legs. I haven't been sleeping a lot lately." Ichigo said as he ran his fingers through his matted hair.
"Aizen?" Rukia said the name as a statement more than a question.
"Aizen." Ichigo quietly agreed.
They stood there for a while longer, before heading back to Ichigo's house. The entire time neither had turned around; if they had they would've seen a pair of eyes glaring at them from the darkness of the alley. A pair of eyes that spoke on multiple levels of vengeance, anger and love.
Shaking off the memory, Orihime quickly realized that she pulled ahead and passed Tatsuki in her trance, her feet pounding the ground with long strides. Quickly pretending to tire out, Orihime pulled over to the side of the track panting. Tatsuki paused to check up on her, but Orihime was able to push her ditzy façade onto her protector and soon she was alone on the track. Had the girl paid closer attention Orihime she would've seen that Orihime was hardly sweating at all and her breathing was calm and collected.
That was beyond Tatsuki's level of thinking however; she only saw what she wanted to see. She would've never suspected that her best friend and the girl she'd been protecting all these years was now powerful enough to protect herself and much more. With her teacher distracted, Orihime peeled off the track and into the locker room to change out before the period ended.
The locker room floors were sparkling white, courtesy of Karakura High's excellent custodians. Careful to pick her feet up as to avoid that annoying squeaking noise, Orihime walked slowly into the locker room, her new sensitive ears picking up an unfamiliar noise. Tip-toeing, Orihime clung to the right hand set of lockers as she neared the corner. The sound came into focus and she was suddenly reminded of recent events in Hueco Mundo. The sound was most definitely moaning, a feminine voice and someone she knew at that.
Peeking around the corner, Orihime was surprised to see none other than Chizuru sitting on the bench with her panties around her ankles and Orihime's own pair of panties pressed against her nose. Her cute cries easily carried over to Orihime's ears as the orange haired girls expression turned into one of opportunity. As Chizuru's left hand rubbed her wet pink lips with vigor Orihime was orchestrating a plan not 20 twenty feet away on how she would expand her influence.
"Ohhh Orihime." Chizuru moaned even louder as she dipped her middle finger into her dripping sex, her lips parting ever so slightly for the digit.
She inhaled deeply of Orihime's scent, practically swallowing the garment that had been pressed against Orihime's sweet paradise not a full hour ago. She was practically inhaling Orihime herself! The very thought of burying her head in-between Orihime's legs brought her close to the edge as she licked Orihime's plain white panties.
Slipping in another finger Chizuru's breath came in short, shallow gasps as her head tilted back, her eyes watering as an orgasm tore through her body.
"EEEIIIAAAHHHHH!" Chizuru screamed, her legs kicking out frantically as her body convulsed in a fit of ecstasy.
After about 10 seconds of well earned heaven, Chizuru finally came back down to earth breathing heavily and her face flushed. Suddenly exhausted, the red-headed lesbian was content with letting her head loll as she regained her breath. As her head slump to the side however, she came eye to eye with her horrified orange haired crush. Orihime's hazel eyes broadcasted shock, fear and revulsion all in one perfectly contrasted facial expression.
Here she was, the school's renowned lesbian pervert committing an act that pushed her past the level of simple pervert and into a category seen by the student body as simply criminal. If Tatsuki were to find out this, she'd be hunted down and gutted like an animal!
"I know this looks bad, but I can explain." Chizuru said, slowly holding up her hands as if to show that her only weapon was her own juices rolling down her legs.
Orihime's suddenly slammed her eyes shut; slowly shaking her head as if trying to dislodge the image of her friend committing a heinous act that breached their trust.
"I-I-I d-didn't see a-anything." Orihime squeaked, as she backed away but Chizuru could hear the fear in her voice.
She would leave and immediately tell Tatsuki and the other girls and then Chizuru would be expelled from the school and socially marked as a stigma. There were a few more seconds of dead silence and then Orihime pivoted and began sprinting for the nearby emergency exit of the locker room. Chizuru's body reacted before her mind could even catch up, the infallible instinct of self-preservation hijacking her body and forcing her after Orihime.
Orihime blasted through the doors, yelling for Chizuru to stop. Her cries of fear fell on deaf ears as Chizuru slid through the closing door seconds later in hot pursuit. Had she been in her right mind she would've stopped in her tracks and accepted her fate, but her body seemed a million miles away as Orihime bolted into the nearby copse of trees that bordered the school.
The red-headed female was moving faster than she ever thought she could, her muscles energized by the aspect of shame and death by the hands of Tatsuki. Orihime in contrast was moving at a snail's pace, far slower than she had been moving on the track. Unsure of what exactly she would do with Orihime, Chizuru's only prerogative was to catch the girl and explain everything to her. As if on cue, Orihime tripped over a raised tree-branch and was sent sprawling onto the grassy turf.
The lesbian was on her in seconds, pinning her struggling arms down as Orihime cried out.
"HELP! PLEASE, SOMEONE!"
"Shut-up! Shut-up, stop yelling!" Chizuru panicked, clamping her hand over Orihime's mouth, her head snapping back over her shoulder to make sure she hadn't been followed.
They were a good 50 yards into the woods, the school blocked by trees and bushes all around them. This area was as secluded as it could get in Karakura Town, but that didn't help Chizuru at all. She need Orihime not to say anything to anyone about what she saw, but how could she ensure that?! She had nothing to black-mail her with and the moment she let her go she'd probably go to Tatsuki or even the police after being chased down in the woods by a maniacal sex crazed lesbian.
"Orihime" Chizuru breathed her name as if it would her soothe the busty girl beneath her as she struggled to convince her. "We're friends right?"
Orihime gave her several short rapid nods of the head, her eyes wide as dinner plates in fear.
"A-And friends help each other out right?"
Another nod.
"Now I'm going to take my hand off your mouth now and since we're friends you won't scream right?" Chizuru spoke slowly and deliberately as she tried to calm herself and stop the situation from spiraling out of control.
Orihime sucked in a breath of air the moment Chizuru removed her hand but otherwise remained quiet as her chest slowly rose and fell.
"Please Chizuru, I-I won't tell anybody. I p-promise." Her eyes kept darting back toward the locker-room in expectation of someone or something.
"What are you looking at?!" Chizuru snapped, glancing up but bringing her frightened gazed back down on Orihime who flinched at her fear.
It was only then that Chizuru realized that she was pantsless, having left her bloomers in the locker room after she'd been interrupted. Her leftover pussy-juices trickled down her legs and onto Orihime's chest giving her the outward appearance of being aroused.
"N-nothing!" Orihime said loudly, trying to convince Chizuru of her false-innocence.
She only succeeded in frightening the girl into an ever deeper pit. The red-head's brain was whirling a light-speed as she struggled which only sent her deeper into a Tatsuki-fear induced panic. The intoxicating smell that suddenly invaded her nostrils didn't help in the slightest either. It was a musky aroma that was almost tangible with its presence. The smell of sex and flowers wrapped around her throat like a noose, resisting Chizuru's attempts at clearing her head by shaking it back and forth.
The burning in her pussy she had extinguished only minutes ago returned five times as powerful. Chizuru's heart stuttered before regaining its tempo and decreasing in speed as her mind began to calm down.
"Well, I'm fucked either way…might as well take advantage of the situation at hand." Chizuru's panicked stricken face began to unwind into the lecherous smile of an old man, the musky aroma relaxing her muscles.
"Have I ever told you what amazing breasts you have Orihime?" Chizuru chuckled, a gleam in her eyes.
"Chizuru don-EIIAAHH!" Orihime cried out as Chizuru's hands grabbed both of her massive breasts and squeezed with reckless abandon.
Her eager hands easily sunk into the warm pliable flesh that clung to the sweaty white t-shirt they both wore. Chizuru's grin grew ever wider as she viciously mauled Orihime's breasts in a way she had been too scared to do with Tatsuki around. She felt stronger, empowered…entitled to everything Orihime had to offer.
Orihime released a mixed cry of humiliation and pain as she was mercilessly violated on the soft floor of the woods, a fate Chizuru was about to ensure didn't turn in her favor.
"S-SHUT UP!" Chizuru barked, still afraid of getting caught. "I'll k-kill you if you d-don't be quiet!"
How she would going about taking Orihime's life and whether she had the guts to actual kill someone was another story entirely. Orihime quieted down however, tears welling up in her eyes as she struggled and failed to hold them back. Another powerful blast of the musk rocked Chizuru's head with its force, causing her vision to swim and she tore Orihime's wet shirt down the middle.
"CHIZURU PLEASE STOP!" Orihime cried, trying to cover her breasts with one hand and pushed Chizuru away with the other.
SLAP! The sound of flesh striking flesh echoed throughout the woods, a solid red handprint forming on the side of Orihime's face, her eyes wide with shock. In that moment there was a split second when Chizuru had to fight down the urge plead for forgiveness and run away. The moment soon passed and she was left with an intoxicating sense of power waiting to be wielded over her victim.
"Shut up whore!" Chizuru sneered. "You don't tell anyone what to do, you're just an object for me to use!"
Ripping off her plain white bra, Chizuru marveled at the size of Orihime's bust as the feeling of dominance spread from her head all the way down to her loins sending shivers of pleasure up her spine. Acting out the desires and fantasies she had harbored for years, Chizuru grabbed a handful of Orihime's hair and yanked her head up off the grass.
Smashing her lips against the helpless girl's, she pried open Orihime's slightly parted lips with her tongue as she dominated and violated the busty schoolgirl's mouth. Her tongue eagerly explored what Chizuru could only imagine just days prior, the warm depths of Orihime's oral cavity was everything she had hoped for despite the fact that it was a one-sided affair.
Little did Chizuru know that swallowing the seemingly helpless Orihime's saliva would change her body in ways she couldn't fathom. Managing to snake one of her arms free, Orihime shoved her open palm against the side of Chizuru's face to throw her off. As soon as her mouth was free, she flipped over and screamed out for help as she scrambled forward on her hands and knees.
Reacting quickly, Chizuru pounced once more, landing on top of the scrambling Orihime and halting her frantic escape. Groping Orihime from behind, she planted sloppy kiss on the back of Orihime's neck, the excitement of the moment causing her pussy to become enflamed with desire. A feeling Chizuru had never felt before surfaced in between her legs, but she was too far gone to notice or even care for that matter. The only thing she could see was Orihime's voluptuous body waiting to be peeled like a birthday present.
As she ripped the clothes off of the crying Orihime her clit began to lengthen, slowly at first and then at a much more rapid pace. The pain became too much for Chizuru to ignore so she held Orihime down as she looked at her pussy. What she found was that her clitoris was in the middle of becoming a male-sex organ, something she had only dreamed of obtaining. For so long she had fantasized using strapons, but now she had the genuine article!
Any other person would have stopped to question the change to her anatomy, but Chizuru could only think of the growth as a sign that she was meant to take Orihime as she had always wanted.
"MMMELLPP!" Orihime cried, her voice muffled as Chizuru held her down in the grass.
Ignoring Orihime's cries, Chizuru fascination only increased as a pair of 100% real testes grew from nothing just between her new-found dick and her gushing pussy. The pain receding Chizuru marveled at her girthy appendage and her mind swam with all the things she could do with it. All the girls she could do with it!
Turning back to Orihime, Chizuru's smile stretched from ear to ear as snapped Orihime's panties off revealing her glistening pink pussy. It was little more than a slit with its tightness and the mere sight of the source of her desire was enough for her to shoot a glob of precum onto Orihime's magnificent bubble butt.
Flailing enough to roll over onto her back, Orihime's teary eyes went wide as dinner plates as she saw Chizuru's new found equipment. Chizuru didn't even notice the tattoo of a penis wreath in flame wrapped around Orihime's right leg. All she had eyes for was Orihime's sweet, sweet pussy.
"Don't look down there!" Orihime cried out, trying to cover her breasts with one hand and her pussy with the other as Chizuru took her entire body in with her bright purple eyes.
"It's useless to resist me Orihime!" Chizuru laughed, prying away Orihime's lower hand with ease. "Your body belongs to me, every female belongs to me! I'm going fuck every female I can get my hands on!"
Grasping her absurdly thick member to the best of her ability with one hand, Chizuru jumped as a jolt of pleasure ripped through her body from the sensation and another glob of precum landed on Orihime's thigh. Fighting the flailing Orihime, Chizuru guided her thick dick towards Orihime's vagina. Her dick was about 7 and a half inches long with a circumference of a ridiculous 6 inches. So big that she couldn't even wrap her hand around it when it was hard. The tip was dark purplish color the gradually lightened into Chizuru's skin tone the further it got to the base of her man meat.
"Chizuru don't, it won't fit!" Orihime cried out as Chizuru's dark glands prodded and pushed against her vaginal opening.
"I'm doing! My nasty dick…inside Hime…HERE I COME!" Chizuru yelled as her massive glands slipped inside Orihime's pussy after brief resistance.
"AHHH, you're tearing me apart!" Orihime screamed as Chizuru pushed forward, her back arching at the sensation of her pussy being crammed full of thick dick.
Screaming alongside Orihime, although for a different reason, Chizuru slammed the rest of her tree-trunk cock home, burying herself up to her hilt in Orihime's unbelievably tight pussy. Unable to handle the plethora of sensations pushing in on her dick, Chizuru came instantly, the sensation too much for her to handle with her new-found member. Swelling even more, she spurted her creamy load deep inside Orihime's vagina.
The glade was filled a homogenous 'AHHHHHH' for a brief moment, as Chizuru twitched through her first male orgasm, her eyes glazed over and Orihime let the slightest of smirks come to her face before covering it up in horror. Riding out the throes of her orgasm, Chizuru suddenly sagged forward as she finally stopped cumming.
"Oh-my-god." Chizuru breathed quietly. "I never knew men had it so good!"
Her dick hadn't flagged in the slightest, if anything the veins running down her shaft had become even more pronounced. Pulling, Chizuru watched as her warm seed trickled out of Orihime's stretched hole before slamming her dick back in, causing Orihime to yelp in pain and pleasure. Setting herself a break-neck tempo, Chizuru grunted like an animal as she plowed away at Orihime's pussy who was biting her lip to keep from moaning as her will flowed out of her body with Chizuru's cum.
"Ohhh!" Chizuru moaned her mouth agape. "Awesome! So great! Home's pussy is the best!"
"Noooo!" Orihime cried weakly, her thrashing less frequent and her blows on Chizuru's iron grip becoming weaker and weaker.
Orihime's pussy squeezed tight around Chizuru's thick dick, sucking it back with a lewd sucking sound every time she pulled out. Leaning forward, Chizuru took one of Orihime's nipples in her mouth as she continued to rut over her crush turned rape victim. She didn't even realize it as Orihime's legs came up and wrapped themselves around her back, preventing her escape.
"Ah-ma-zing! I could fuck your pussy forever!" Chizuru groaned into Orihime's bosom as she switched to the other nipple, slavering her saliva all over it.
"Please stop Chizuru…I-I might!" Orihime's face became scrunched up as she fought against the unwanted orgasm and its symbol of her submission.
"Yes! Come for me, I gonna fill you with my man-seed! I'm gonna knock you up with my children!" Chizuru screamed as came, pinching Orihime's clit and sending the orange-haired girl over the edge.
In the throes of their own orgasms, both the girls were absolutely silent and immobile save for the slightest twitch of ecstasy. Cum sloshed around inside Orihime like a ship taking on water as Chizuru emptied her balls inside Orihime. Suddenly exhausted, Chizuru groaned and tried to pull out of the defiled Orihime only to discover that she couldn't.
Her mind was slowing, her reaction sluggish as she fought to remain conscious.
"Well aren't you the virile little rapist." Orihime chuckled as she ran her hand across Chizuru's sweaty face.
"Whhaa?" Was all Chizuru could manage, her eye lids felt like someone had tied iron bars to them.
"Tell my Chizuru did this feel good? Did you like raping me with your obscene dick?" Orihime cooed like a mother talking to a child.
Chizuru felt as if something was wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Her brain simply refused to work out why she felt that Orihime shouldn't be talking to her in such a calm manner so she just nodded, not trusting her mouth.
"Would you like to keep on having sex with me and other girls?" Orihime let Chizuru's head rest in-between her ample watermelon sized breasts as she nodded again.
"Then welcome to my Army Chizuru, an Army created to help me achieve my goals and destroy anyone in my path. You are the first of many Chizuru and soon we shall be legion." She was talking to herself now; Chizuru had fallen asleep and was snoring in between the tits she had lusted after for so long.
She would need more and the same tactic wouldn't work twice. She would have to become innovative with her means of recruitment and she would have to plan meticulously instead of relying on opportunity. It would be a long messy road, not everyone would survive, but that was okay.
As long as she was with Ichigo everything would be okay.
And here we find ourselves at the beginning of one of the lewdest campaigns ever waged on planet earth. Orihime's on a war path and woe on anyone who tries to stop her. Sorry about taking so long with this chapter and about the previous screw up with misplaced chapter but everything's rolling along quite nicely now.
Future chapters will be about this length, maybe a little longer but never shorter. O.C.s are more than welcome and I read every review so don't think your plot suggestions have gone unnoticed.
Speaking of reviews, when I uploaded the wrong chapter last time I got 5 reviews informing me of my mistake and like 7 PMs. That means you all are paying attention therefore I feel justified when I say that I need just as many reviews on this story before the next chapter goes up. Seems like a reasonable request considering the views I get no?
On another note, Ichigo will have minimal involvement in this story. Yes it revolves around Orihime's love for him, but don't expect him to show up often. This is Orihime's story so the camera will be on her most if not all of the time.
Well I got all that off my chest and now I feel a lot better. So remember, send in O.C.s, review and don't expect to see our favorite Shinigami/Human/Quincy/Hollow hybrid around often.
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Next Chapter: The Lioness of Karakura High