Chapter 2 - Special Agent Yoruichi Chapter Two

Special Agent Yoruichi
Chapter Two
Two days later… Tokyo
               The loud noise and bright lights of the city were a far cry from the sleepy town of Karakura that Yoruichi had become accustomed to. She walked down the street, familiarizing herself with the loud, bright environment. Every person she passed by couldn’t help but notice her. Wearing a large furry coat over her combined with her dark complexion and blonde hair, many people figured she was a rich model or actress. 

               She passed by a group of young men and caught their attention. Her sharp hearing picked up what they were whispering as she passed them by. “Hey, that’s a fine looking one. Think the boss would give us a little something extra if we bring her to him?” 

               “A babe like her, definitely. Let’s see if she’s willing to “interview” for the job. Heheheh…” 

               Yoruichi rolled her eyes when she heard the men start to follow her. This would be so much easier if she could transform into her black cat form. But no, she had to make do with the hand she was dealt. Besides, she could use a good warmup before she got on with the job. 

               Turning left into an alley, Yoruichi turned around and waited for the men to join her in the dark alleyway. “Hello, boys. Mind telling me why you’re following me?” 

               All of the punks looked like simple street thugs. Black leather jackets, tattoos, the whole getup. One of the men, a bald man in a torn jacket, walked up to her. “Well, the thing is, miss, that our boss asked us to find him a nice woman to help him blow off some steam, if you catch my drift. And there’s been no finer piece of ass that we’ve seen all night than you. So then,” he spread his arms and Yoruichi found herself surrounded. “Why don’t we give you a little interview…” 

               Scoffing, Yoruichi set down the bag she was wearing. She slowly turned around, getting a look at each and every one of them to make sure that they weren’t any of the rogue Soul Reapers she was tracking. When she confirmed that all of them were just humans, Yoruichi turned back to the lead punk and gave him a sassy smile. “Sorry, boys. But I’ve got places to go and people to see.” 

               Yoruichi’s defiance made the punk grin. “Oh, you’ve got people to see, all right. But we ain’t asking.” He reached for Yoruichi and grabbed the neck of her coat and pulled out a knife. “You’re going to come with us. But before we give you to our boss, we’re going to test out the goods for ourselves…” 

               Slowly, Yoruichi reached up and grabbed the man’s hand…and then proceeded to break it with a sharp twist and squeeze from her strong grip. 

               “Gahhh! That fucking bitch! She broke my hand!” he staggered backwards and turned to his friends. “What are you waiting for? Get her!” 

               Yoruichi grinned as the men all converged on her. She needed to know if she still had the moves, even constrained in a Gigai. 

               The answer? She still had it.

               A few minutes later the men were all lying on the ground broken, bruised and bleeding. Yoruichi brushed her hands off and picked up her bag. “Well that was entertaining, boys. Give my regards to your boss. I hope he has a better night than you boys.” 

               Walking out of the alley like nothing had happened, Yoruichi continued her walk. As she made her way through the crowded streets, she reached into the bag and pulled out a picture of one of the rogue Soul Reapers she was hunting: Iori Koto. 

               “I think I recognize the name,” Yoruichi said as she slipped her new outfit back on. Kisuke had made a few modifications to Yoruichi’s Gigai while briefing her on their first target. “Isn’t that the brute who was arrested right after you made captain?” 

               “He was. One of Love’s old subordinates. If I remember correctly, he was his eighth-seated officer.” 

               Once fully dressed, Yoruichi flipped the envelope open again and looked at his picture. Despite his plain face and messy black hair, there was a certain wickedness in his eyes that told her everything she needed to know about him. “I remember. He was using his position to force girls to service him. When they refused, he beat them within an inch of their lives and even killed a few and claimed he was defending himself.” 

               “Ah yes, now I recall. Love wanted to openly remove him from his position but because it was always his word versus a corpse, everyone was forced to accept his word. He got too bold when he tried to slap around a girl who was from a minor clan though. Love said he had been following him and as soon as he saw Iori draw a knife, he put the hammer down hard. Sentenced to seven hundred years in prison.” 

               “Sounds like a real bastard.” She looked down at the information that Kyoraku and the Visual Department were able to put together. “So he’s shacked up with a low-level Yakuza clan. Makes sense.” 

               “Not going to be easy locating him. If he’s in a Gigai, he’ll be difficult to track. All of the equipment Mayuri had to track Gigais was smashed in the invasion. And we don’t have the time for me to whip up something from scratch. Gonna have to track him down the old fashioned way.” 

               Yoruichi read up on Iori, his zanpakuto abilities and his skills. It’d make sense for a sadist like him to link up with the Yakuza. The criminal element always catered to men like him. “He could be anywhere the Yakuza boss of the clan has him. Going to have to go directly to the source to find out his location.” 

               “I figured you’d say that. Which is why I made you a few toys to help out…” 

A little later…
Tokyo; Shoto District

               As befitting a Yakuza crime lord, the boss that Iori had threw his lot in with lived in a luxorious traditional Japanese-style mansion in one of the fancier residential districts in Tokyo. Night had fallen and Yoruichi blended in with the shadows as she scoped out the place. The building was three stories tall with a lavish garden and a large pavilion behind it, all surrounded by a high wall. Multiple men stood guard at the front entrance and Yoruichi’s ears picked up the sounds of footsteps patrolling the area. 

               Yoruichi felt a little anxious as she stood there in the shadows, scoping out the place. It’d been so long since she’d had to perform an operation like this that she’d forgotten what a thrill it was. A smile spread across her face as she slowly made her way across the side of a neighboring house. Finding a dark corner, she set down her bag and took off her coat, revealing the black bodysuit underneath, the zipper naturally opened to expose some of her chest and stomach. Reaching into the bag, she pulled out an earpiece and put it in her right ear. She pressed the button on the outside of it and turned it on. “Found the place.” 

               “That was quicker than expected,” said the shopkeeper on the other end. “You have any trouble yet?” 

               “Met a couple of boys who weren’t ready to handle a woman like me. Gave me an excuse to test out my Gigai’s physical capabilities.” 

               “I see. How’s it looking?” 

               Yoruichi looked into the bag and grabbed the gadgets Kisuke made for her. Unlike the goofy stuff he’d invented for Ichigo which were partly for laughs, Kisuke knew better than to give her something as a gag. She pulled out a pair of binoculars and turned on its thermal vision, letting her see through the wall. “Got about ten men guarding the grounds, Kisuke. Six more are inside the first floor of the house and two on the second. Doesn’t look like anyone’s on the top floor.” 

               “Well, just find the computer this Yakuza or his right hand is using. These Yakuza guys like to keep their records neat and tidy. If someone with unique skills came a knocking shortly after the Vandenreich attack, that will be all we need to find them.” 

               “Gotcha. This should be a quick in and out job. Doesn’t look like the Yakuza boss is home.” 

               “Just be careful. Remember, you can’t use your powers so you won’t be able to use Flashstep,” Kisuke warned. 

               “I’ll be alright. This will just be like old times,” the werecat reassured. She grabbed a few items from her bag and took a deep breath. Getting a running start, Yoruichi jumped and somersaulted over the wall, landing in a dark corner silently. 

               Seeing men in suits guarding the grounds, Yoruichi silently slunk through the darkened pavilion, careful not to let any of the criminals hear her. She crept up to the far wall of the house before she heard footsteps coming near her. Holding her breath, she hit the tiny button on her wrist. 

               The guard armed with a flashlight walked right by her, not noticing the camouflaged Yoruichi, her body blending in with the wall, courtesy of Kisuke’s gadget. When the guard was gone she turned it off and let out a sigh. “Close call…” 

               “Careful. The suit I made for you as a small battery. It only has a few uses in it and will need time to recharge,” warned Kisuke through her earpiece. 

               “Right. I’ll have to move quickly.” She hit another button on her wrist and turned on her gloves adhesive fingertips. Like a dark spider she scaled up the side of the house before another guard could make his rounds, climbing all the way up to a second story window and climbing inside before her suit could give out. 

               Sneaking inside, she looked around and looked around. The room looked like a spare bedroom, paintings adorning the walls and dimly lit. Finding nobody around, Yoruichi crept towards the doorway and slowly opened the sliding paper door. She could hear men talking in the room down the hall and saw the stairs leading up next to it. Silently, the sexy spy closed the door and made her way down the hall, her senses on high alert. Luckily for her, the heeled boots Kisuke made were designed to not make a sound. 

               Nearing the room, she counted six men inside as she peeked past the doorway. Two of the men were watching a baseball game on a TV while the other four were playing cards. “Where’s the boss?” one of them asked. 

               Another man, a large bald man, flicked a few cards onto the table. “Out having a meeting with his lieutenants. Something big happened and now the boss has been talking a lot with the chairman. Hope those street punks of his bring back a woman for him to plow. He’s never in a good mood in the morning otherwise.” 

               “Hmm…” Yoruichi hummed, remembering the punks she’d beat up before. ‘So those guys worked for this Yakuza. Interesting…’ 

               One of the men’s cellphone beeped and he checked the message. “Ah. Hiro’s on his way back. Better wrap this up quick before he gets here.” 

               A servant passed by the room, forcing Yoruichi to use the camouflage suit again. Yoruichi darted towards the stairs when she heard the men start to get up. “Looks like Iori’s boss is on the way back. Better hurry…” 

               “So I heard. Although if Iori managed to muscle his way to becoming his lieutenant, it’d make him a lot easier to find.” 

                Reaching the top floor, Yoruichi opened a door and found what looked like a home office. Eyeing the computer, Yoruichi’s golden eyes beamed. “Jackpot…” She hurried over and sat down in the comfy leather chair. Reaching into a tiny zipper on her hip, she pulled out a tiny USB drive and slipped it into the computer’s external port. “I’ve got your flash drive in the boss’s computer. Now what?”

               “Give it a minute. It’s going to copy the whole hard drive. I’m going to have to have Tessai sift through it all to try and find Iori.”

               Hearing voices and footsteps, Yoruichi tensed, her heart pounding. Usually she would just use her adept skills to hide or use a spell to maintain cover but right now she had the skills of an ordinary woman. And the room she was in had no window, only a side door, which meant her escape options were limited. She gulped when she heard steps start to come up the stairs. “Come on…” 

               The thumb-drive blinked green, signaling to her that it was finished. Smirking, she pocketed the little item and heard the footsteps getting closer and darted towards the next room through the side door.

               Slipping inside, she found herself standing in a lavishly furnished bedroom. Yoruichi knew she’d walked into the Yakuza boss’s bedroom. She hurried to the window, but saw that there was a bunch of guards directly below. “Gonna have to be quick about it and make sure I don’t land on any of them…” 

               She clicked the belt to turn on the belt’s camouflage…and it did nothing. “What?” Looking down, she saw a tiny red light blinking on her wrist. “Kisuke! The suit isn’t working!” 

               “I told you that the battery was small! You’re the Stealth Force Commander, can’t you find a place to hide?!”

               Yoruichi cursed. She’d gotten rusty. She thought she could handle herself without her powers but she’d gotten sloppy and now she was cornered in a crime boss’s bedroom. “Okay, change of plans then,” she said after a moment of quick thinking. 

               “What are you going to do? I’ll have Tessai come and make a distraction-“ 

               “I can handle myself, Kisuke. I’m going to turn off the earpiece for a while,” she said. This wasn’t the first time she’d been caught in a position like this and it wasn’t the first time she had to use this sort of tactic…

               “Alright. I hope you know what you’re doing, Yoruichi…”

               “So do I.” She pulled out a small device from her side pocket. The item looked like a taser though its affect was much different. She pushed a few buttons and pressed the taser against her chest and zapped herself, using the device to modify her Gigai. Her breasts grew slightly bigger and she felt her hips and ass grow, stretching out the suit.

               Turning off the earpiece and putting it and the modifier in her pocket, Yoruichi sat on the lavish bed with confidence, crossing her latex bound legs and pressing her bountiful breasts forward, her dark skin pressing against the reflective black material. 

               The door opened and the shadowy figure entered the room. When the man turned on the light, he was quite surprised to find a dark-skinned woman with blonde hair in a black latex bodysuit sitting on his bed. “Who the hell are you?” 

               Yoruichi had to admit that she was surprised. She was expecting some scummy-looking man to be the boss of this minor Yakuza clan but he was more handsome than she’d assumed. He was clearly middle age with some gray in his hair and a salt-and-pepper beard and he was clearly built beneath his fancy gray suit. Yoruichi flashed him a seductive smile. “Well now, you must be the Hiro that I heard so much about. It’s not nice to keep a lady waiting, you know…” 

               Hiro, the Yakuza clan leader, raised an eyebrow at the intruder. “That doesn’t answer my question.” 

               “Isn’t it obvious? I’m here to entertain you for tonight,” she said, still keeping up the smile and seductive gaze. 

               “I didn’t order…”  

               “Oh, I’m a gift from a mutual acquaintance.” Yoruichi ran a hand down her front, her fingers gliding across her smooth belly. “A friend who hopes to earn a favor. Quid pro quo, as it were.”  

               The Yakuza was a little perplexed. He had no idea who this “friend” the woman was referring to but figured it was some chump who was trying to get into his good graces. Still, this was a step up from the girls that the low level ranks of his men dragged off the streets. “Alright…” Slowly he pulled off his suit’s jacket, keeping his eyes locked with the woman as he began to undress in front of her. “So then, what’s with the getup?” he asked, gesturing to the bodysuit while removing his cufflinks. 

               Running a hand up her suit-covered leg, Yoruichi merely continued to smile. “I was informed that you were quite kinky when it came to your nightly romps. I look good, don’t you agree?” 

               Hiro couldn’t deny her that. The woman was smoking hot, her body wrapped up in that black bodysuit. His gaze was fixed to her partially revealed breasts. “I hope your employer told you I’m far from gentle,” he said, the wickedness clear in his eyes. 

               “That’s why I said yes,” replied Yoruichi, leaning back and pulling the zipper slightly and letting a little more of her breasts peek out of the suit, the edges of her areolas visible. She licked her lips when the Yakuza took off his shirt, showing off his strong muscular body. Several scars were visible, obvious signs of the more dangerous aspects of being a Yakuza.

               Deciding not to look a gift horse in the mouth, Hiro took off his shoes and walked over to the awaiting latex-clad Yoruichi. He towered over her, a dark, lecherous look in his eyes. “Ah!” Yoruichi gasped when rough hands suddenly grabbed at her chest, his fingers digging into her soft tits through her outfit. “Mmmmh!” 

               The hands squeezed hard, making Yoruichi groan from the pain but she did nothing to deter the crime boss. Smiling at Yoruichi’s clear submission, Hiro began to do what he liked with her, squeezing and pushing them together, earning more sounds from the woman. 

               Finally Hiro decided that he wanted to see the goods in full. He grabbed the edges of her opened suit and pulled it to expose her dark globes. While Yoruichi didn’t have the massive rack that Rangiku had, even with the Gigai modifier, she still had a bust that could drive any man crazy. Her pink nipples contrasted against her dark skin and stiffened from both the cold air in the room and the Yakuza’s rough touch. With her tits on full display Hiro sank his fingers into them, roughly groping them and earning more seductive sounds from Yoruichi. 

               “Come here…” 

               The Yakuza leaned down and captured Yoruichi’s lips in a hot kiss. His beard and mustache tickled but Yoruichi paid it no mind. His tongue demanded entrance and Yoruichi willingly let him. Her hands gripped the sheets beneath her as she let this criminal do as he pleased with her. 

               The fingers found her hard pink nipples and pinched hard. Hard enough to make Yoruichi gasp and cry out in pain. “Ah! Nghhhh!” She tilted her head back, letting Hiro visciously bit and suck at her neck. “Oooooohhhh…” Her hands left the sheets to run across his strong arms, her arms wrapping around his shoulders and pulling him into another kiss. “Mmmmh!” She pulled away when he pinched her nipples again, this time pulling hard and stretching out her tits. “Nghh! Ah! Ahh!” she cried out both in pleasure and in pain, Hiro continuing to assault her neck with bites and sucking, leaving marks. Her tits were always sensitive and the Gigai didn’t diminish that fact. 

               Hiro continued to pull on her tits, making Yoruichi hiss with pain before he let go, watching them bounce back into place. Satisfied, he stood up straight and removed his belt. “Now it’s your turn to take care of me,” he ordered, his voice harsh and demanding. 

               Relived that he finally stopped attacking her tits, Yoruichi unbuttoned his pants and slowly pulled down his zipper. Her gloved fingers grabbed the hem of his pants and underwear and pulled them down, letting her come face to face with Yakuza cock. 

               Even though she’d mentally prepared herself, Yoruichi felt a little intimidated. Apparently Hiro wasn’t compensating with his muscles. His cock was long and thick enough to make any woman his bitch. And Yoruichi had literally put herself into his line of fire. She’d pulled this kind of play several times before and it was a little ironic that a Human was bigger than any Soul Reaper she’d tried this on. 

               Stepping out of his pants, the naked Yakuza boss stroked his long cock before he roughly grabbed Yoruichi by her long, blonde hair, ripping off her hair tie to let her long locks spill down her back and shoulders. Grabbing the woman’s head with both hands, Hiro guided his cock to her soft lips and pushed his manhood into her mouth. 

               “Mmmmmh!” Yoruichi gagged as her mouth was filled with man cock. The thick taste of manmeat was heavy on her tongue but still she made no move to stop him, even as he hit the back of her throat and kept pushing. “Glckkk!” she gagged. 

               “Ahhhh…” Hiro moaned as he skullfucked Yoruichi. He had to admit he was impressed. This woman was a cut above the girls his men usually dragged to him. His cock kept pushing down her throat, her orifice becoming tighter around him until his balls touched her chin. Hiro kept her like that, threatening to completely choke her before he pulled back, saliva dripping down her chin and onto her breasts. He gave the woman a moment to breath before shoving his cock back in. 

               More gagged sounds filled the lavish room. Yoruichi was starting to question whether this was a good idea. She put her hands on his hips but made no effort to stop him. She’d told him that she was here for his pleasure and now she had to play the part willingly. ‘Fuck! He’s going to dislocate my jaw at this rate!’ she thought, her senses becoming overwhelmed by his taste and the smell of his dirty musk. Minute after minute passed by while Hiro got off with the werecat’s face, smirking as Yoruichi looked up at him, her eyes begging for more. 

               Luckily for her, Hiro let out a grunt and the cock in her mouth pulsed to signal his release. “Here you go! Swallow it all!” he ordered, pushing his cock deep as it could go in her mouth, choking her while blasting cum directly down her throat. 

               “Gckkkkk!” Yoruichi eyes rolled into the back of her head as hot white man seed poured down her gullet. Her stomach felt warm as it was filled. Hiro pulled back, finishing off the rest of his load inside her mouth. Yoruichi swallowed the hot load and when the Yakuza pulled out of her mouth she opened wide, sticking out her tongue to show that she’d swallowed it all as ordered. 

               “Heh, good girl,” Hiro said with a smirk, stroking himself. Despite cumming so hard in her throat and mouth he was still hard as ever. He sat down on the edge of the bed and looked lustfully at Yoruichi’s rack, her tits glistening with saliva. “Those tits would feel good on me.” 

               The Flash Goddess didn’t need any more of hint. Getting off the bed, the sexy blonde stood up and smothered Hiro’s face with her tits, slowly sliding down his naked body, dragging his tits across his broad chest until she was kneeling between his legs. “Ooohhh…” She wrapped her tits around his long length and started to pleasure the man with her breasts. 

               Despite completely bluffing and putting herself in incredible danger of being discovered, Yoruichi felt a little turned on as she rubbed Hiro’s length with her tits. It wasn’t often when she had a man like this at her disposal. Still, this wasn’t the time or the place to indulge in mindless lust. She needed to get him off as quickly as possible to help end this sooner so she could slip away with the data. 

               The muscular Yakuza didn’t moan like most men would from being given such a heavenly titjob. But his face showed the pleasure he was feeling and he could appreciate a woman who knew how to use her body to her advantage. Yoruichi squeezed her tits together, feeling the hot length between them. Her soft lips found his dripping tip, tasting the leftover cum dribbling out while moving her titties up and down faster. “Ooooh, you’re still so hard. I can see you aren’t top dog for nothing,” she purred, licking her lips greedily. Her golden eyes looked up at him with a pleading look. “Come on, big boy. Give me all that hot cum you’ve got in those thick balls.” 

               Hiro’s breathing started to quicken and Yoruichi knew she had him. Her tongue dragged across his slit, feeling his tip pulse. “Nghh!” He let out a low growl before his cock erupted, shooting his load right into the werecat’s awaiting mouth. Yoruichi hummed with erotic glee as her mouth was filled with steaming hot cum, swallowing his thick load again and not wasting a drop. 

               No sooner did his orgasm finally die down, Hiro grabbed Yoruichi by her shoulders and lifted her up off the floor. The Yakuza threw the woman back onto the bed like a rag doll and was on top of her like a predator pouncing on his prey. Hiro had enough of the foreplay. Now it was time to enjoy his gift. First he took Yoruichi’s heeled boots and yanked them off her feet. Gripping the zipper to her bodysuit, the Yakuza boss pulled it down all the way, the metal teeth separating until Yoruichi’s womanhood and asshole were revealed, her pussy dripping from her arousal.

               Without any warning, the Yakuza pressed his cock against her entrance and slammed inside of her. Yoruichi cringed as her pussy was speared all at once. Even though she was wet from her arousal, it was still painful to take such a thick and long cock inside her so roughly. 

               Hiro didn’t miss a beat. His hands grabbed Yoruichi’s wrists and pinned them above her head. “Fuck! Whoever your friend is, they just earned a big favor from me!” he grinned, feeling how tight and wet the woman was. Keeping Yoruichi pinned beneath him, Hiro fucked her hard and fast. The bed creaked and shook hard as the man pummeled the woman’s pussy with his cock. 

               “Ah! Ohhh! Fuck! Ah! You’re so deep!” Yoruichi’s moans were a mix of pleasure and pain. While the man was hitting all of her sensitive spots, he was only interested in his own pleasure. His thrusts were hard and fast, not giving Yoruichi the time she needed to get adjusted to his thick size and length. Yet Yoruichi forced herself to moan, relaxing her body until the pain in her pussy finally subsided. She really wanted this to be over and done with and the sooner the man came, the better. 

               Letting go of Yoruichi’s wrists, Hiro cupped the blonde woman’s face and smashed their lips together, devouring her mouth with the same intensity he was ravaging her womanhood. “Mmmmmhhh!” Yoruichi wrapped her legs around his waist, her tits being pressed hard by his heavy chest. She could feel the man hammering at her cervix, trying to force his way into her womb. Yoruichi did her best to endure it but the man was fucking her like a rabbit in heat. ‘Fuck! He’s only caring about his own pleasure! Have some appreciation for your partner, why don’t you?’

               Groaning into Yoruichi’s hot lips, Hiro reached up and cupped the woman’s breasts and squeezed hard. The groan of pain that came from Yoruichi was enough to get the man off. “Nghhh!” His face twisted as he slammed into Yoruichi’s cunt as hard as he could, his tip nuzzling the door to her womb. “Ahhhhh…” 

               A hot wetness filled Yoruichi’s loins. She shivered and lay still while the man creampied her pussy. ‘He’s cumming so much. I’m really hoping you can’t get knocked up in a Gigai…’ Yoruichi thought…before Hiro started moving again, pumping in and out of her just as fast and hard as he did before. She pulled him in for a kiss, letting him dominate her mouth again. ‘He’s still hard as ever! How much stamina does this guy got?’ 
Two and a half hours later…

               “Ahhh! Oh yes! Mmmmmh! Ah!” 

               The bedroom was filled with the sound of Hiro’s hips smacking Yoruichi’s latex-clad ass. The spy was lying on her side, Hiro spooning her while raising her leg high into the air. The Yakuza growled into the blonde’s ear while he pumped hard and fast into the woman’s pussy. His right hand had slipped underneath Yoruichi, squeezing her tit with his large grip, his fingers pinching her nipple hard. Her pussy felt hot with all the cum pumped into her.

               Despite herself, Yoruichi felt her body being taken away. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been fucked for so long, if at all. “Ah! Ahhh! Ohhhhhh!” She clenched her teeth and the world started to spin. “I’m…cumming!” 

               Her pussy tightened around the Yakuza’s cock, her plugged cunt squirting onto the sheets. The tightening woman was enough to make the crime boss climax again, turning Yoruichi’s head to kiss her again just as he came inside, his cock filling up her womb to the brim. 

               “Ahhh…” Yoruichi shivered as the man pulled out of her. But if she thought that the man was tired out after almost three hours of nonstop fucking, she was wrong. He sat up and pulled the woman upright. His hands grabbed Yoruichi’s sweaty latex outfit and yanked it off of her. Yoruichi sighed as the outfit was peeled off her skin, lifting her hips to let him pull it down her legs and become fully naked, her dark skin gleaming with sweat. 

               As soon as she was in her birthday suit, Hiro pulled the woman close, their sweaty bodies sticking together as they kissed. Yoruichi mentally cringed as the wicked Yakuza lifted her arms and started to lick up her sweaty sides and armpits. ‘Ugh! How much of a sex drive does this guy have?’ 

               As if to answer her question, Hiro broke the kiss and pushed Yoruichi down onto the bed, her ass sticking up in the air. Palming her juicy ass, the Yakuza mounted her and slammed back into her sticky, creampied cunt. “Ah! Fuck! You’re…such a beast!” she grunted, gripping the sheets. 

               “Yeah. And you fucking love it, don’t you?!” The Yakuza started to roughly smack her ass, covering her dark cheeks in red handprints. 

               “Ah! Ah! Hahhh! Yes!”

               Yoruichi groaned as she was forced to climax again, her mind starting to get dizzy. ‘Fuck me! I’m…starting to think…this was a bad idea…fuck, I’m being manhandled by a Human crime boss! I just…have to…hold on…until he…tires out.’ 

The Next Morning…

               The sun broke the horizon but the party in the bedroom was still going strong.

               “Ah! Ah! Ahhh! Ohhhh! Fuck! Fuuuuuuck!” 

               “Nghhh! Haaaah!” 

               Yoruichi was absolutely covered in sweat. Hiro was like a sex machine that didn’t run out of energy. The Yakuza was on top of her, fucking her just as hard and fast as he had when they started. Finally, Yoruichi heard him give a loud groan before he slammed hard into her, cumming inside her once again. The panting, tired expression on his face told her that the man was, at last, finished. 

               “Fuck…” He panted as he rolled off of Yoruichi, his cock going soft. “I don’t know who your friend is but they sure know they’re women. I haven’t had a good time like that in a long while.” 

               Yoruichi laid next to him and put her head on his shoulder. “I’ll be sure to tell them that. You mind escorting me out of here? I’m afraid with all the ruckus we made last night, your boys will want to take a swing at me.” She would really have liked to take a shower but she didn’t want to push her luck. If she remained any longer her ruse would either be discovered or Hiro would want to go for more. 

               “Sure.” Hiro gave Yoruichi’s one last meaty smack. “Tell your boss I’d be more than willing to have you entertain me again.” 

               “I’ll be sure to do that,” she said with a smile. She got off the bed and put the suit back on while the Yakuza got dressed. As soon as they were both dressed, they left the bedroom and Hiro escorted the woman downstairs, the woman hanging to his arm. 

               Hiro’s men were quite confused when they saw their boss with a random blonde woman in a bodysuit but nobody dared openly questioned it. As they passed the entrance, Yoruichi noticed some of the punks who tried to ambush her trying to explain their injuries last night. When they saw her walking with their boss, their jaws hung low with shock, Yoruichi winking at them while she passed them by. 

               As soon as they reached the entrance, Yoruichi said her goodbye and promptly walked off, making sure to retrieve her cat and her bag before she put her earpiece back on. “Hey. Sorry for the long wait. That took longer than expected.” 

               “You alright? I was getting worried.” 

               Yoruichi wiped her sweaty brow as she walked, her whole body sore and her hair a mess. “I’m going to need about five bubble baths and a lot of saké to get over this…” 

               “Don’t beat yourself up. You were in a tight spot and you managed to get out of it. That’s all that matters. Hopefully with the data you got from his computer we can find out where he’s got our ex Soul Reaper.” 

               “Here’s hoping. By the way, I really hope you made this outfit machine washable…” 

The Next Day…
Tokyo; Kabukicho District
               After a day of practically soaking in the tub to get the stink of Yakuza sweat off of her, Yoruichi was back out on the trail for the rogue Soul Reaper Iori. She walked along the rooftops, following a map on another handheld device, courtesy of Kisuke. “You’ll sure he’ll be here?”

               “Positive.” 

               Kisuke, with Tessai’s help since Kisuke still couldn’t see, sifted through the Yakuza’s records to find where Iori had planted himself within the criminal organization’s hierarchy. The good thing about criminals that ran a tight ship was that they liked to keep records handy. 

               “Iori muscled his way into becoming Hiro’s lieutenant when he showed up on his doorstep looking for a job. According to the records, this was after Iori murdered ten Yakuza flunkies.” 

               “He knows how to get someone’s attention.” 

               “And he certainly got it. Hiro was not impressed though when the guy demanded to be his top enforcer. He gave Iori an ultimatum if he wanted to be his top bulldog: bring him the heads of ten lieutenants from ten other Yakuza clans in one night.” 

               “Gonna assume he delivered on his side of the bargain.” 

               “He brought back fifteen.” 

               It made sense to Yoruichi. Iori simply ditched the Gigai and went on a killing spree. A Soul Reaper could move quickly in one night. And catching anyone off guard when they can’t see you was like taking candy from a baby. “Let me guess, he picked up right where he left off?” 

               “Basically. He’s in charge of doing shakedowns when someone doesn’t pay up. He’s gotten quite good at attacking female business owners. His next one should be at the corner store. Be careful, Yoruichi. He’s dangerous, Gigai or not.” 

               Their conversation was cut off by a shriek. Yoruichi pocketed her handheld map and hurried, jumping from rooftop to rooftop until she came a back alley behind a tiny, run down convenience store. The werecat spotted two people in the middle of the alley, one being forced against the wall. The other was a tall man with messy black hair. Yoruichi dropped down onto the ground without making a sound, getting closer to the pair. As she neared, she got a good look at the man’s face and knew instantly that she’d found her man. She pulled out her handheld and hit a button which sent a signal to Kyoraku to mobilize the Punishment Force to her location.

               “You didn’t pay the boss, girlie. You should have been a good girl,” grinned the sadistic Iori Koto. He held a knife to the poor store owner’s throat, the girl looking barely over twenty-five. “Now you’re a bad girl. And you’re all mine…” 

               “Wait! Please! I’ll pay! Just give me a few more weeks! I promise I’ll-“ 

               “Too late for that. I know I have other people to deal with but this…” His free hand snaked downwards, slipping underneath her skirt. “I’m going to take my time with-“ 

               Yoruichi could not take any more of this. Yes, her job was done and she just needed to make sure that the Soul Society came to arrest him but she was not going to just stand there in silence and let a woman be raped and killed right in front of her. She moved with silent speed and kicked Iori straight in the head, sending the man sprawling to the ground. 

               “Argh! What the hell?!” He looked up to see a blonde woman with dark skin wearing a black bodysuit standing over him. “Who the hell are you?!” 

               Glancing over at the terrified woman, Yoruichi gestured for her to run. The poor shopkeeper didn’t need to be told twice and bolted from the alley to find somewhere safe to hide. She looked down at the ex-Soul Reaper with a harsh glare. “Someone who’d going to put you back in prison where you belong, Iori.” 

               The rogue went stiff. “Wait a minute, you’re…a Soul Reaper?!” He kicked at Yoruichi, forcing her to jump backwards and he got to his feet. “So, looks like the Quincies didn’t finish all of you off. Guess I’ll have to remedy that!” 

               “I don’t think so!” Yoruichi threw a punch, landing right on his jaw. “You’re going to pay for all you’ve done, you sick pig.” 

               The escapee and the Flash Goddess started to fight in the narrow alley, throwing punches and kicks hard and fast. Prison had not dulled his fighting ability. Blocking his strikes, Yoruichi could see why this man could rise to the rank of seated officer. Still, she wasn’t about to go down so easily. 

               It soon became clear that Iori wasn’t going to win this fighting hand-to-hand. Sure, his strength was elevated even in his Gigai but he wasn’t smacking around some poor, helpless woman. Jumping back, Iori reached into his pocket. “Heh, looks like this ain’t looking good for me. But…” He grinned evilly at Yoruichi. “Gonna guess that the reason you didn’t attack me out of that Gigai is because you’re stuck in it. Too bad for you…” He pulled out a soul-removing glove. “But I can leave my Gigai whenever I like!” 

               Iori put on the glove and aimed his hand at his chest but Yoruichi was faster. She threw something at the rogue, who was too slow to deflect the object. The special collar wrapped around his neck and locked into place. “What the hell?” He put the glove to his chest but nothing happened. “Why can’t I leave this Gigai? What did you do?!” 

               “Did you really think I’d risk you using your full powers on me? That collar prevents a person from leaving their Gigai. Too bad for you.” She reached to her side and pulled out a small taser gun. Pointing it at Iori while he was busy trying to tug off the collar, she fired at him. The twin nodes that shot out of it attached to his chest and gave him the shock of a lifetime. In a matter of seconds, Iori Koto was on the ground, twitching but unconscious. Satisfied, Yoruichi tapped her earpiece. “Kisuke, I’ve got him.” 

               “That’s good to hear. I already got confirmation from Head-Captain Kyoraku. The Punishment Force is on their way to apprehend him.” 

               “Next time tell them to move a little faster. Had I not intervened, Iori would have raped and killed a woman.” She turned away, holstering her weapon and started to walk down the alley. Iori wasn’t going anywhere, her taser had made sure of that. And with the collar on him, the Punishment Force knew exactly where he was. Her job was done for the night. “One down, several more to go. Let’s just hope finding the rest isn’t as…” She thought back to her night with Hiro and felt a shiver run down her spine, “Exciting.” 

               “Well, the good news is that we have a lead on the next escapee.” 

               “And the bad news?” 

               “How good are you at corporate espionage?” 

To be continued
