Chapter Four: Ichigo's Kitty
IchigoXYoruichiXOrihime
A.N.: Fox Boss suggested this new chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Warning: Lemon! BDSM! Threesome! Don't like, don't read!
Sometime later….
Urahara Shop
Kisuke busily stocked his candy shelves while a black cat sat on a cushion. Kisuke ignored the cat's soft purrs as she slept, knowing that the summer heat was causing her to be sleepy. When he heard the purring stop he looked up to see Yoruichi yawning while stretching. "Well hello there, sleepyhead."
"Hey, Kisuke," Yoruichi greeted, standing up. "How's the shop?"
"With this heat I'm thinking of expanding into ice cream," Kisuke said, wiping the sweat from his brow. "How you can endure it with that fur coat on I'll never understand."
"It takes some practice," Yoruichi said. "I'm gonna look in on Ichigo."
"How's he doing the last time you saw him?" Kisuke asked out of curiosity. He figured it'd be best to leave the boy alone and let him get used to life as an ordinary human while silently checking up on him now and again.
"I think he's doing better. The last time I saw him he was on a date with Orihime. It's good that they found each other…" Yoruichi said before leaving. "I'll be back in a jiff."
Yoruichi hopped out of the window and headed down the street. She missed Ichigo and hoped that he was okay. She knew that he took the loss of his powers hard but knew that he was strong and could weather the pain. Stopping by his house, she saw that the former Substitute was nowhere to be found. "Hmm…I'll try Orihime's. I wish he still had spiritual pressure. He was much easier to track down before…" she lamented before trotting away to Orihime's apartment.
She saw one of the windows on the backside of her apartment uncovered and hopped up onto the windowsill to peer inside. When she got a good look at Orihime's bedroom her golden eyes widened and her small cat jaw dropped. "What…what the hell?" She figured that the two were intimate but this was taking it to a whole other level.
Orihime laid on the bed naked. Standing beside the bed was Ichigo, who was also naked. It wouldn't have been shocking to see the two in their birthday suits had it not been for the fact that Orihime was bound to the bed, her limbs stretched out in a wide X and had her eyes covered and small pins attacked to her breasts connected by a black chain. Ichigo stood next to her with a riding crop in his hand and a wicked smirk on his face.
Yoruichi watched as Ichigo attacked her breasts with the riding crop. With each smack Orihime thanked her "Master" and pleaded for more, writhing in pained ecstasy from the feel of being dominated by her true love.
"Please!" Orihime begged. "Please fuck me, Master! Please fuck your slave!"
Ichigo leaned forward and kissed Orihime sweetly on the forehead. "Only if you please your Master first," he said. Untying Orihime he quickly grabbed a pair of handcuffs off the dresser and cuffed her hands behind her back. Getting on the bed Ichigo sat on his knees and jerked himself off. He grabbed Orihime roughly by the back of her head and shoved her head down on his cock, choking her. Yoruichi would've been appalled by Ichigo's actions had it not been when Orihime was allowed up for air she licked her lips and smiled. "Thank you, Master! Your cock tastes delicious!" Ichigo smiled as Orihime started to suck him off on her own, taking him deep into her throat.
Yoruichi sat there in complete bafflement. She'd heard of being kinky but this was taking it to the extreme. The idea of Ichigo and Orihime, two of the most innocent people she knew when it came to sex, partaking in BDSM was mindboggling.
Watching Ichigo fuck Orihime like a mad beast, pulling back her hair like a horse's reins, Yoruichi was in awe of the two, feeling herself get hot and bothered and not from the summer heat. "Well…I wonder…" she hopped down and left the two to it, not wanting them to realize she was there. She had a few thoughts and decided that maybe she could get in on their fun.
But first, she needed Kisuke to make her a Gigai….
An Hour later….
Orihime stepped out of the shower and smiled, her sore body cooling down. Ichigo had left for the day, promising to take her out on a date tomorrow. She was glad that she'd gotten into a relationship with Ichigo, the two finding comfort in their Master/Slave relationship. Thankfully Ichigo didn't drag their fun out of the bedroom, restraining himself for their kinky fun when Orihime was well rested and okay; he didn't want to really injure her by having multiple sessions for several days.
Stepping out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her, Orihime hummed happily as she walked into the bedroom…only to gasp in surprise when she saw a certain werecat sitting on her bed. "Yoruichi! What are you doing here?" she asked, her cheeks aflame when she realized she hadn't changed the sheets yet.
Sitting in her orange jacket and pants, Yoruichi smiled at her friend. "Well, I was hoping to see how Ichigo was holding up since it'd been a while. Imagine my surprise when I looked into your window an hour ago."
Orihime paled. "I…I don't know what you mean!" she stammered, looking at the floor.
Smirking, Yoruichi reached for Orihime's pillow and pulled it away, revealing the ballgag, handcuffs and riding crop. "I think you do, young lady," she said gleefully.
Orihime wished she could turn into a puddle, the shame written all over her face. "I…I don't know what to say…." Nobody had discovered her and Ichigo's dirty little secret and she wanted it to stay that way. Heaven help Ichigo if Tatsuki found out about their kinky activities. "Please don't tell anybody…."
"Oh I won't tell," Yoruichi said, hopping off the bed. She walked over to Orihime and patted her head gently. "I can tell that you and Ichigo really enjoy having BDSM sex. It's weird for me to see you do it but I can accept the fact that you do it because you enjoy it. So how about this," Yoruichi offered. "I'll keep your little secret…provided you let me in on your next session."
Orihime's jaw would've popped off if her skin hadn't been wrapped around it. "You…you want to WHAT?!" she gaped, shocked by her mentor's offer.
"I want in on your fun. C'mon, Orihime," Yoruichi teased. In a flash she appeared behind the girl and whipped off her towel, leaving her standing nude in the room. Orihime gasped when Yoruichi reached around and cupped her bouncy breasts. "It's not fair to just let Ichigo have all the fun. Just imagine it…" she whispered into her ear, "Me, making you cum over and over again. Both myself and Ichigo fingering your dirty holes," she saw Orihime shiver and knew she had her hooked. "Or maybe you can watch me dominate Ichigo. How would that sound? To see your master lick my feet?" she teased.
Orihime imagined that and liked it very much. Her body tingled with anticipation as if it was happening now rather than just a hypothetical. "Okay," she nodded. "But only if Ichigo is okay with it."
"With my charms, it'll be impossible to resist." Yoruichi kissed Orihime's cheek before handing her the towel back. "I'll go and get a few things ready. Let me know when you two are gonna get kinky again."
"Okay, Yoruichi," Orihime said, wrapping the towel around her. She watched as Yoruichi opened the window and Flashstepped away before shaking her head. "Yoruichi, I think you've underestimated how good of a Dom Ichigo is…" she chuckled before getting dressed.
A few days later….
Orihime's apartment; 8:45 PM
Ichigo walked into the apartment and saw a sight he'd never get tired of. Orihime was laying on the couch in her black latex suit, her legs spread wide as she pressed a vibrator to her cunt. "Someone's eager…" Ichigo chuckled as he took off his shirt.
"Oh don't mind her, I just got her in the mood, that's all," came a voice from within Orihime's bedroom.
Ichigo was in the middle of pulling his pants down when he looked up and glared. "Who's there?" he asked, his eyes flicking over to Orihime who blushed in embarrassment.
A figure emerged from the bed and in the dim lighting of the apartment Ichigo almost thought it was Orihime's previous mistress, Madame Dominista. But when golden eyes peered at him and she stepped closer, Ichigo's jaw dropped in shock. "Yoruichi?"
"Hello, Ichigo. It's been a while," Yoruichi said as she revealed herself. She wore a body harness that consisted of multiple black leather straps along with bra and panties that seemed to be a size too small and making her assets seem even bigger. "How do I look? I borrowed it off of Orihime."
About as confused as he was aroused, Ichigo slapped himself to make sure this wasn't a dream. "Yoruichi, what are you doing here? And why're you wearing Orihime's getup?"
Grinning from ear to ear, Yoruichi walked over to a table laden with sex-toys and picked up a paddle. "What's wrong with wanting in on your fun? I thought you and I could teach Orihime a lesson together." She flashed a devious smile at Orihime who looked away in embarrassment and turned off the vibrator. "She's been a bad girl." Turning her attention back to Ichigo, her grin grew wider. "And for that matter, you've been a bad boy." She walked over to him, shaking her hips while walking around the naked youth. "Maybe it's time you found out what it's like to be dominated?" she suggested, rubbing the paddle against his bottom.
Yoruichi expected Ichigo to sputter in embarrassment, where she would then take advantage of him. She was not expecting, however, for him to grin in an uncharacteristically wicked manner. "Sorry, Yoruichi, but there's one thing you're forgetting…."
"What?" Yoruichi asked, not sure if she was liking where this was going.
"There's only one master in this house. And that's me. Orihime," he addressed.
Before Yoruichi could react, Orihime came up from behind and put a rag over her mouth and nose. Breathing in the chloroform, Yoruichi was out like a light in a second. Smiling at the sleeping Yoruichi, Ichigo looked back up and grinned together with his girlfriend/slave. "Thanks for telling me beforehand, Orihime."
Giggling, Orihime nodded. "You're the only master for me, Ichigo! That was good acting though."
"Thanks," Ichigo said. Orihime managed to secretly call Ichigo and tell her of what Yoruichi had planned, letting them both prepare for her little surprise. Turning to the knocked-out werecat, Ichigo grinned. "Let's start training this kitty…."
Later….
Yoruichi groaned as she started to wake up before being jolted out of her sleep. "Ahhhh!" she groaned when she felt electricity course through her. Looking around, she saw that she was tied to Orihime's bed, her libs stretched out and tied to the bedposts. She looked down and saw that she had pins attached to her nipples, the wires connected to a remote in the hands of…"Orihime?!" Yoruichi shouted. "What is this?! I though-"
"Sorry, Yoruichi!" Orihime giggled. "But lesson number one: there's only one master. And that's Ichigo."
Yoruichi felt the bed dip and looked up to see the naked Ichigo standing on his knees next to her, his erect cock pointed right at her. "Yoruichi, we're gonna start your training into a Sub." He neared her until his cock was next to Yoruichi's mouth. "Be a good kitty and suck me off."
Yoruichi was a little terrified, having never seen Ichigo like this before. She'd never been in such a position before. However, she was not going to easily bow to Ichigo. "Ichigo…GET ME OUT OF HERE!" she shouted. "THIS ISN'T FUNNY ANYMORE!"
Ichigo raised an eyebrow. "Really? Weren't you going to do the same to me? Because if what Orihime told me is true," he looked up at his Sub who nodded. "Weren't you planning on tying my hands behind my back and whipping me?"
"Th-that's different!" Yoruichi protested. "I was just going to fool around!"
"No," Ichigo shook his head. "This is fooling around. Orihime?"
Orihime grinned and hit the button again, shocking Yoruichi again.
"OHHHHHH!" Yoruichi arched her back as she was shocked. 'Why…why does it feel so good?'
The orangette turned off the machine and giggled. "I think she likes it!" She started to rub herself through her latex suit. "It does feel good, doesn't it? We set it to a low setting to get you hot and bothered."
"Orihime," Ichigo chasitised, "I didn't give you permission to touch yourself."
Scratching the back of her head, Orihime chuckled. "Sorry, Master."
Turning his attention back to Yoruichi, Ichigo gripped the base of his cock and rubbed the head agasint Yoruichi's warm lips. "Yoruichi, suck me off," he commanded.
Gritting her teeth, Yoruichi fought back agasint her restraints and glowered up at Ichigo. "You put anything in my mouth, Ichigo, and I'll-"
"Orihime."
"OHHHHHHHHH!" Yoruihci shook like a leaf as Orihime shocked her again, her breath hitched as the electricity hit her. Despite her best efforts to avoid it, she couldn't fight how good it felt. Her breath labored, she closed her eyes and tried again to break free. But the electricity had made her limbs feel numb and she could barely struggle now.
Ichigo patted Yoruichi's head while once again rubbing the head of his cock against Yorucihi's lips. "Yoruichi, your master gave you an order."
"Grrrr…." Yoruichi looked at Ichigo's cock and shivered from the idea of it going inside her. "Ichigo…I-"
"Orihime, if you'd please?"
Orihime pushed the button and both teens watched as Yoruichi cried out in ecsasty, her breasts bouncing as she shook wildly. "FUUUUUUUUCK!" When Orihime at last turned off the device, Yoruichi lay on the bed, a boneless mass of pleasure. Yourihci looked down and saw that she'd came. 'Wh-what? I came just from them shocking me?'
Ichigo shook his head and looked at his mentor like a parent who saw their child do something naughty. "Yoruichi, your master didn't give you permission to cum."
"I…I…."
This time Ichigo didn't ask, stuffing Yoruichi's mouth with his cock. Yorucihi gagged as Ichigo used her mouth as his own toy, Orihime trying desperately not to touch herself while watching Ichigo fuck Yoruichi's mouth.
Yoruichi had long since managed to suppress her gag reflex so she managed to endure the feeling of Ichigo's cock sliding down her throat. 'So big…so thick…my mouth feels like it's melting.' Yoruichi, weakened by the shocks, started to move her head back and forth, sucking off Ichigo of her own volition. Ichigo sat back and watched as Yoruichi took him deep into her mouth, running his hand through Yrouichi's hair soothingly while he started to remove the pins. Yoruichi groaned as they were removed, finally feeling the pain in her nipples subside.
"Ohhh…" Ichigo moaned before releasing inside Yoruichi's mouth. Yoruichi swallowed Ichigo's thick load but it was too much and small dribbles of white spunk escaped her lips. After she finished swallowing her load Ichigo slapped her. "Yoruichi, when I give you my cum, you're supposed to swallow every last drop. Orihime walked over to Yrouichi's unattended side and licked the small streams of cum from Yoruichi's mouth and chin, not wanting her master's essence to go to waste.
Still hard as a rock, Ichigo got between Yoruichi's legs and rubbed the head against her dripping folds. Yoruichi couldn't fight back the moan this time as he teased her. "Ichigo…."
Leaning forward, Ichigo put a finger to her lips. "No, Yoruichi. I'm your master. Say it."
Swallowing her pride, Yoruichi closed her eyes and repeated the word. "Master…."
Ichigo leaned forward and brought his lips to Yoruichi. This was a bit of a first for him, training someone else. His partners at the Rough House and Orihime were all trained Subs by the time he hit the sheets. Still, it was thrilling for him to make someone as strong willed as Yoruichi bend to him; especially since she'd planned on doing it to Ichigo. Sucking on her hardened nipples, Ichigo gestured for Orihime to bring him some items. Sitting back up, Ichigo thanked Orihime when she handed him something and smiled down at Yoruichi. "Yoruichi, I'm your master. Say it."
"You...you are my master, Ichigo," Yoruichi repeated, somehow becoming more turned on by submitting to Ichigo.
Kissing her belly, Ichigo reached up and put a collar around Yoruichi's neck, a small silver bell attached to it. "Very good. Now beg, Yoruichi." To further coax Yoruichi he started to rub her clit, grinning at how she moaned and sighed in need of relief.
The need to ease the heat in her loins pushed Yoruichi past her breaking point. "Please, fuck me, Master!" she cried out, shaking from head to toe in anticipation. When she looked back up her face became pale as she saw Orihime hand Ichigo a bottle of lube.
"Good, Yoruichi," Ichigo grinned, lubing up his cock before pressing it against Yoruichi's asshole. "Now your reward."
"FUCK!" Yoruichi shouted as Ichigo pushed into her asshole. "IT'S TOO BIG!" She would've shouted more had Orihime not sat down on her face, muffling her cries.
Going slowly so as not to hurt her, Ichigo stretched out her asshole as he slid into her, enjoying the hot and tight feel of her backdoor. "Your ass is nice and tight," Ichigo grinned as he started to thrust in and out of her, making the woman moan into Orihime's latex-clad pussy. "You'll make a nice Sub."
"MMMMMH!" Yoruichi couldn't think at all. Her mind faded to nothing the sensation of her ass being stretched to its very limit hit her. Above her, Orihime moaned from feeling Yoruichi's moans reverberate through her black suit, leaning forward to kiss Ichigo while they dominated their new toy. Ichigo undid the restraints on Yoruichi's ankles and put her legs on his shoulders, giving him more room to fuck the werecat in her asshole. 'OH! MY! GOD! MY ASS! MY ASS FEELS LIKE ITS BREAKING!' Yoruichi thought to herself before realizing something else.
It was starting to feel good.
Ichigo's grin widened as Yoruichi's cries of pain morphed into cries of pleasure. Kissing his orange-haired Sub, he reached down and cupped Yoruichi's bosom, speeding up his thrusting as he gave himself over to his baser desires.
"Master…" Orihime moaned when she herself get close to orgasm herself. "May I please cum?"
Ichigo nodded and kissed her forehead. "Sure. Let's all cum together." He looked down at Yoruichi's wet pussy and could sense that the werecat was on the verge of losing it herself. Gripping her hips, Ichigo started to fuck Yrouichi at a brutal pace, abusing her asshole to its limit while Orihime reached donw and rubbed her clit through her suit, moaning all the wihle.
'So good…my ass feels so good…MY ASS FEELS SO GOOD!' Yoruichi couldn't take it anymore. The shocks, the skullfuck, the anal sex and Ichigo and Orihime dominating her all made her resistance crumble away. She curled her toes as ecstasy coursed through her, blossoming from her pussy and spreading out to the rest of her body. "MMMMMMMMMMMMH!" she moaned into Orihime's cunt before her world turned white.
"Ahhhhh!" Orihime cried out as she came, soaking the inside of her suit while arching her back. More restrained, Ichigo let out only a low groan when he was caught off guard by Yrouichi's tightening asshole before he too let himself get carried away by the tidal wave of pleasure. Yoruichi felt a hot rush fill her insides and felt like she was going to melt. It felt like Ichigo was filling her stomach completely full of cum.
When Orihime moved off of Yoruichi's face Ichigo was pleased by the dazed, debauched mask that the Flash Goddess now wore. Pulling out of Yoruichi's ass, he looked at Orihime and grinned. "I think she's learned her first lesson."
Smiling, Orihime leaned down and kissed the panting werecat's forehead. "But don't be too comfortable, Yoruichi. There's more lessons for you to learn, just like I did."
"What...what lessons?" Yoruichi panted, knowing she'd be incapable of walking without a limp for a week.
After cleaning himself off, Ichigo grabbed some more of his tools. "Let's continue with lesson two then…."
Days later….
Ichigo unlocked the door and he and Orihime walked inside her apartment, another day at school finished. "That was exhausting," Ichigo groaned. "Finals aren't even near and the teachers just keep giving us tests…." They walked into the kitchen where Orihime poured her boyfriend a cup of tea.
Orihime smiled at her boyfriend, knowing how to relieve her boyfriend's stress. "Would you like me to help you unwind, Master?" she whispered into his ear. Before he had a chance to respond, the Sub dropped to her knees and pulled down Ihcigo's pants. Ichigo grinned at his horny girlfriend as she jerked him off, working his cock to life. The softness of Orihime's hand plus the added exhaustion from school brought Ichigo to pleasure quicker than usual. "Gonna cum," he moaned as his balls began to tighten. Smirking, Orihime reached onto a counter and grabbed an orange bowl that had the name "Pussy" on it. Ichigo's head rolled backwards as he shot his load into the bowl, filling it with his cum.
Sighing from the sweet relief, Ichigo called out to the apartment's other occupant. "Pussy! We have milk for you!" As his new Sub came into the view both he and Orihime smiled.
Down on all fours, Yoruichi wore a neko costume that Ichigo picked out for her. Wearing a cat-ear headband and paw gloves, the dark-skinned woman wore no clothes to obscure her nudity. Behind her dragged a tail that was part of the woman's training. Yoruichi groaned as the anal beads attached to the tail shifted inside her with every step, threatening to force her to cum all over the floor like she'd done countless times. Reaching the couple, Yoruichi lowered her head and started to lick the cum out of the bowl like a real cat would to milk.
"Good, Pussy," Ichigo said, patting her head. His smiled widened as Yoruichi joined Orihime in licking his cock, satisfied at Yoruichi becoming his new Sub.
"Such good, naughty girls I have…."
The End
