Chapter 1 - Pinned and Pumped

Looking on, Ichigo couldn’t help but wonder what he had done to deserve a torturous, heart wrenching pain like this. His kind, caring, trainer Yoruichi, the one figure of authority and strength he thought he could rely on and trust. His idol who was usually so brimming with confidence and who promised to teach him all he needed to know to defend himself and those he loved, earning his affection and yes, even love along the way.


Staring at her now, an hour after she promised to take care of his most vicious and persistent bully, he couldn’t see any of that.

“Ohhhh~ Mmmmmm FUCK! No Ichigo, go away! Don’t look at me!” Yoruichi, pinned to the dirt on her tight toned belly, the stubby toes and filthy soles of Ichigo's tormentor stomped down onto her skull, treading over her long, beautiful hair he had admired from afar for so long. 

With her face being rubbed into the dirt and her training tights torn, he watched on in horror like the pathetic wuss he was as his hero was crushed under the weight of his oppressor. Fat coco coloured ass waving in the air, rippling from the thunderous slamming of Kyo’s hips and leaving the two glossy globes of her ass meat to clap and shake as the tight, sopping black lips of her pussy took the beating of a lifetime. 

Pried open by the piercing thrusts of Kyo’s fat, juicy, smegma covered cock Ichigo could do nothing but stare as Yoruichi’s tongue forced its way out between her plump lips, drool spitting fourth from the hot pink cave she called a mouth to the time of the Bully’s humping and the smack smack smack of her pillowy chocolate covered tits bouncing back and forth, uncovered and running wild in the outside air.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh, FUCK! Stop watching Ichigo! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I couldn’t beat him! He’s just too big, so fucking massive!” She cried, almost to herself, an emotional wreck littered with dust and a river of spit running down her lips to glaze her flopping fun bags.  “He just tore me down and went to town on my tight little pussy with that BEASTLY cock of his!”

Feeling his legs start to shake, Ichigo just stood there, frozen in misery as Yoruichi’s eyes began to roll back in her head and her tongue stretched even further, as if trying to rub against her rock hard nipples flying from side to side. Whatever conscious thought she seemed to have slowly slipping from her grasp as a daze almost seemed to come over her, eyes cloudy as she writhed and squealed. Like a broken record player, she kept repeating the same thing.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, don't look at me! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she cried, finally breaking the cycle “Don’t stare at your shameful Sensei, i tried so hard but I just couldn’t fight him! He’s just so big, so strong, with a cock like this he’s just such a fucking man!” grunting and pleading with her student, Yoruichi couldn't see the look in her precious student’s eyes as they took on a dull sheen, the colour muted as all hope was slowly sucked from him.

Staring at the filthy, beaten slut stuck under the sweaty form of Kyo, Ichigo couldn’t help but think about just how pointless it was to try any more. Compared to that monster, capable of taming even his fiery and seemingly unstoppable teacher. It finally sunk in just how inferior Ichigo was. Completely outclassed. He had no chance, Kyo had won, taking Ichigo’s very last bastion of safety and comfort.

Ichigo had nothing, and Kyo had everything.

Glancing up, Kyo sees the lifeless form of his favourite victim observing him. Taking in the skinny, petite figure of Ichigo with his long orange hair swaying in the wind, Kyo couldn’t help but laugh harder. 

“Hey faggot!” Kyo grunted after a particularly vicious thrust “I figured if you have time to run to some nigger bitch so she can try and save you, you’re obviously thinking too much of your pathetic, worthless self. So from now on, you’re gonna come to ME and get twice the fucking beatings!” snorting and pounding away at Yoruichi’s fat ass as she lay there, squealing and begging for more, black cheeks clapping out a staccato from the brutal fucking he was giving her.

Mustering up the last of his will power, Ichigo let out a low pitched whine.

“J-just leave me alone! I’m s-sorry I told on you, ok? I won’t say another word! I swear…” Ichigo’s stuttering pleading trailed off as Kyo completely ignored him, acting as if Ichigo wasn’t even there, too focused on driving his fat cock as deep in Yoruichi as he physically could.

A puddle was starting to form under Yoruichi’s drooling mouth, coating her as she was pressed deeper into it, snorting and choking out snot bubbles as she shook back and forth, barely holding on and looking utterly defeated as her student watched her be dominated, the one who terrorised him mauling her pussy, ruining it for any other cock as if to rub in that even if Ichigo could somehow get his pathetic, twiggy two inch cock near her divine pussy, she wouldn’t even be able to feel his shameful size. Even Yoruichi's shattered thoughts couldn’t help but hold on to the thought that it wasn’t fair! 

Pitting her up against this massive, throbbing, bitch breaker of a cock.

“Don't worry, loser!” Kyo sniggered “The bitch is still your Sensei! Just keep in mind that she’ll be busy, on her knees like the animal she is, begging for the fucking of her life while you take the tips of your fingers and try to beat off to the thought of her taking a real mans cock!”

Drawing on the last vestiges of her warrior spirit, Yoruichi raises her head slightly to lock eyes with Ichigo as the constant orgasms rock through her curvy body and she yips like a dog, spit flying forth.

“Don’t listen to him Ichi!” she plead as her vision started to cloud again “Not a word he says, just because he has this bitch tamer of a cock that he can swing at whatever dumb cunt he wants! So hung! So fucking powerful!” she gasps before snapping back to reality. “No, I didn’t mean it! Ichi-” she starts to raise a hand in his direction, but right then a thunderous orgasm tore through her, girl cum squirting out behind her as piss ran down her leg, the sensations wiping her mind and yanking all control from her body as she shuddered and cried.

Stomping down on her harder, Kyo sped up and forced his hips to go even faster, rougher, surely bruising that soft, dripping, ruined pussy he was ripping into. One thrust, two and he suddenly stopped. Sinking deep into her guts and resting on the plump cushions of her ass he busted a huge load right into her most precious place, right in front of her most precious student.

Ichigo, collapsing to his knobbly little knees could only look on as Yoruichi gurgled and twitched under Kyo’s weight, her stomach swelling from the slimy load being pumped straight into her womb as her body submits itself to the absolute Alpha male above her, going so far as to tilt her ass even further upwards as if to offer the best possible angle for him to drain his girthy nuts into her.

“I can feel it!” Yoruichi whimpers as Ichigo stares in horror, tears in his eyes. “I can feel your fat, disgusting fucking load filling me up! It’s so warm! I’m gonna get pregnant, you’re filling me up with your dirty little bastard children! I’m gonna swell up with your ugly, big dick gened offspring!” She chokes out, finally dropping back into the dirt with her teeth gritted and saliva running down her chin.

With a sickening SCHLUUUURP Kyo managed to drag his softening tree trunk of a dick from Yoruichi’s ruined depths, almost lifting her up off the ground from the force of his shaft dragging against her trembling pussy walls which clamped down, refusing to let go without milking every drop they could.

“Guhh *cough* don’- GLURK, don’t worry!” Yoruichi choked out, snorting spit bubbles from her nostrils, “You’re still my student! I’ll, I-I-I-” cutting herself off with a burp, she kept trying to reassure Ichigo, but her dredged up determination was hard to take seriously when paired up with her bright red, flushed cheeks, soaked from the various fluids pouring from her face. Staring down at her, Kyo just threw his head back and laughed.

“Stop trying so hard you dumb slut!” he chuckled, dropping a foot straight onto her cheek, pushing her into the freshly stained dirt, “Look at her, she’s just dumb, freshly fucked NIGGER BOOTY” he cried out, grinding his heel into her smooth cheek and shoving her deeper into ground seeped with all the different juices she’d let out in her traitorous ecstasy.

With her mushed cheeks and trembling chocolate tinted body, she still tried to look Ichigo in the eye from under the toes of her conqueror. Attempting to convey how much she cared, to comfort and assure the effeminate, shaken, emotionally CRUSHED teen, even while her ghetto ass meat stuck straight up in the air, wobbling and signalling its readiness to be re-mounted by her big, studly Alpha.
Laughing at the sight, Kyo couldn’t help but shoot a cruel grin straight towards Ichigo, bad intentions signalled in his features.

“Hey, nigger bitch!” he signalled with a stomp of his heel onto her skull, “How ‘bout you tell the limp dick faggot over there what you said when you first saw me? Do it, tell him!” he shouted, pulling his foot up so she could raise her head ever so slightly.

“W-w-what? No! Ichigo, I don’t know what he’s talking abo-” suddenly cut off by the squeal tearing its way out of her throat, Ichigo widened his eyes and squeezed his thighs together at the sight of Kyo slapping his meaty paw down on Yoruichi’s black ass crack, fish hooking her pussy on his thick finger and tugging at her, painfully jostling her up and down and widening her hole so even more jizz sloshed out and onto the ground.

Snarling at the downed beauty, rage twisting his features he pressed his heel back down on her silky throat, cutting off her air and holding it there, pressing on it till she started to get light headed. With a waterfall of fem cum gushing from her cunt, her Dark skin started to take on a purple tint until finally, with Yoruichi frothing at the mouth, Kyo pulled his foot off and unhooked her pussy, letting her breathe. While she just lay there, gasping, Kyo hovered his foot back over her neck, lightly brushing it until she came back to herself with a flinch.

“F-fuck! Alright, alright, I’ll tell him! Just don’t hurt me!” panting and pleading, she turned herself toward Ichigo but kept her eyes on the ground, not willing to look him in the eyes and see his response. “I told him he had to be the hottest looking cracker I’d ever seen, and with that fat fucking bulge he must just be the largest too, okay!?” she said, looking back up at Kyo to see if the sick fuck thought it was enough. Seeing his glare, she threw her eyes back to the dirt before whimpering out “his smug fucking face wouldn’t stop staring at my chest, so I shook my thick little ghetto ass for him. It was just to tease him! I swear!” Simpering, she shot wide eyes and a wobbling lip towards Ichigo, begging him to believe her.

Looking at her expression, Ichigo couldn't help but feel his heart break. Aching to help the woman he had held so much admiration toward for so long. However, just as he went to raise his hand towards her, he noticed a very different look leaping from the corner of her eyes, tipped up to gaze at Kyo.
Almost as if she had forgotten Ichigo was even there, he watched as her pink little tongue swiped over her lips and curled at the corner of her mouth, as if she was a cat poised for some fat canary sitting in the trees above her. In that moment, Ichigo could tell just how much she didn’t want to be rescued. Her needy, worshipful gaze locked on the husky bully, basking in his hot, dominating presence as he took his rightful place, standing over her with her licking at his toes in the dirt where she belonged.

To Ichigo’s shame, his helpless desire to save Yoruichi turned into throbbing arousal, his micro cock twitching needily at the sight of Kyo kicking her over onto her back, tits bouncing and legs spread wide open, ready to receive Kyo’s filthy cream smeared cock. Ichigo continued to observe with bated breath, as her teeth sunk into her lip and her head tilted to the side away from Ichigo, as if to hide her shame…

But he could see it.

Ichigo could see Yoruichi's eyes narrow in pure, shameless lust as she looked up at the towering form of Kyo, chocolate tits heaving for his viewing pleasure, pussy lips puffed up and glistening as her eye’s begged for his attention.

“You got a problem, faggot?” Kyo suddenly barked to the side where Ichigo stood paralysed, not even checking to see if the loser was there, knowing with absolute certainty that the girly looking wimp was stuck where he was seeing his Sensei show herself to be an utter and complete slut for Kyo’s pleasure.

“N-n-no Kyo, I-” stammering, Ichigo tried to force out a response past his fear, but to his further humiliation Kyo just waved his hand at him with a grunt to shut up. Turning his head back to Yoruichi, still splayed out on the ground presenting herself, Kyo suddenly fists his cock, pumping it a few times before peeling the smegma covered foreskin back and exposing the angry purple head.
“Oi, nigger bitch, I need a piss!” he demanded. 

Then, to Ichigo’s horror, Yoruichi’s eyes immediately went to light up with pleasure at the soon to be further degradation. Cupping her fat black tits, she squeezed them together under her chin, offering them up to Kyo as her mouth opened wide and her tongue rolled out towards her cleavage, dripping drool onto her bulging melons.

Fisting his cock once, then a second time Kyo grunted as his length flexed and the slit tip began to widen, making way just as a rapid river of acrid yellow piss shot from his tip, steaming through the air. Aim slightly off, Ichigo cringed as the stream from Kyo’s cock and shot straight into Yoruichi’s luxurious hair. 

While she moaned and arched her back at the warm liquid splashing against her, Kyo adjusted his aim, steering that greasy bitch breaker of his and hosing Yoruichi down, crashing into her face and slowly going lower. 

First he pissed into her hair, then dragged it to her forehead, between her eyes, stinging her and forcing a watery squeak out of her, before dropping down over her nose to her nostrils, forcing her to snort piss before the steamy spray reached her top lip and finally found its way directly into her mouth.

Disgusted and hopelessly turned on, Ichigo clutched at his thick fem-boy hips, more suited to some big titted breeding sow than a boy, watching on as Yoruichi made a point to lock eyes with him. Opening her mouth wider and swirling her tongue through the mid air spray as it shot down her throat. The sickening Gulp Gulp Gulp of her throat choking down the vile concoction of a superior being, going on and on for what felt to Ichigo like hours. 

Swallowing as much as she could, it slowly became too much for Yoruichi as Kyo’s piss built up in the back of her throat, pooling in her mouth and running down her tongue like a halfpipe, straight onto her breasts. Splashing over her nipple capped peaks, she moaned and massaged her tits, rubbing in the bright yellow liquid as it ran between her fun bags, onto her stomach and down her curves to frame her in a puddle of piss.

As Kyo’s disgusting spray finally tapered off, Yoruichi finally managed to force down the last mouthful, rolling her soiled tongue back into her mouth and taking a gulp of fresh air. Lying there, a blank expression on her face, she stared into the sky as Kyo shook the last few drops onto her face. Though she tried to act impassive, her red cheeks and tongue slipping and writhing over the plump cock pillows she called lips gave away her desire for more. Staring down at her in lustful amusement, Kyo sneered at her behaviour. Reaching down, he locked his hand around her chin and cheeks, squeezing and forcing her lips to pucker.

“How’d that taste coon? Good?” He laughed, shaking her head from side to side. Slightly loosening his grip and giving her enough room to speak, she rolled her tongue before wheezing up at him.
“Please” she pleaded breathlessly “Don’t make me say it. Please Mr Cracker, not in front of him...”. Though she tried, her words truly meant nothing. Not to the brutish and uncaring Kyo, and certainly not to the cowering Ichigo who had done nothing but stare as she hungrily licked her lips after the filthy act, swinging her tongue around and searching out every last drop she could, luxuriating at the foul taste left behind.

Seeing Kyo’s uncompromising stare, Yoruichi couldn’t help but send a guilty glance Ichigo’s way as she shakily pushed herself up onto her knees, setting her head at hip height for Kyo. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she folded her hands in her lap and lifted her chin as if to show she had composed herself after such a shameful display opening her eyes once more, she stared at Ichigo as the words flowed from her mouth.

“It was completely and utterly fucking disgusting” she said, calm and unflinching, even as Ichigo’s whole body seemed to scrunch up defensively, crying out to her and begging that she didn’t answer any further.

 “Your rancid, filthy, pungent piss that bit at my nose and burned all the way down my throat has to be the most horrific thing I’ve ever tasted.” 

Finally, her composure seemed to break and her gaze dropped down, away from the curvy, pathetic, snivelling fem-boy she was looking at and down to her glazed tits, marred by the dirt and littered with little scrapes and marks from their time being thrown through the air and crushed into the ground.

 “I loved every. Single. Fucking. Drop.” She finally bit out as if she had truly struggled to get the words free, though their muffled delivery didn’t stop them from flying through the air and ramming into Ichigo’s already damaged psyche, beating him down even further.

Drawn forward by the stench of Kyo’s mighty fuck stick dangling in front of her, Yoruichi haltingly nudged her face forwards, getting her lips wrapped around his fat cockhead before being roughly tugged off by the sudden gripping of her scalp by Kyo, yanking her back and delivering a stinging SMACK across her cheek, rocking her head to the side.

“Do I look like I want to give you anymore, dumb whore!” he spat on her, a thick globule splattering across her cheek, right where his red handprint was spreading beginning to glow.. Gathering his discarded clothes, he sent one last smug, superior smirk towards Ichigo. “Later loser, enjoy your little session. Not that it’ll help you much!” he laughed, finally turning around and making his way away from the sordid, shameful picture he’d left behind.

Teary eyes were left to observe the ruined, tainted, soiled form of his instructor. Nothing was said for a moment as Ichigo stood there trembling and Yoruichi sat there on her scraped knees. Tits, ass and pussy exposed to the wind, shivering from what he doubted was the cold.

“W… what else happened?” Ichigo was the first to break the silence, with a heartbroken whisper.
“You sh-sh-shouldn’t pry” she suddenly responded, post-orgasm tingles running down her spine and causing her to stutter. “It’s only gonna cause you more pain…” she whimpered.
“P-please, Sensei… Yoruichi! I need to know!” he needled, poking at her resistance till she finally caved.

“Fine!” Yoruichi snarled, irritated by all his whining. “I saw his punk ass all alone, just standing there like the smug prick he is, and I saw a chance to set him straight and deal with your problems for you!” she seethed, some of her old fire returning. “I walked straight up to him, ready to teach him a lesson, and the fucking brute just spun round as he heard me getting closer.” Here her fierce tone started to give way to something… softer, shameful even. “He looked at me with that smug fucking grin, and that gigantic throbbing bulge of his and sneered at me! Bastard had the audacity to ask what a porch monkey like me was doing running loose!”

Instead of getting angrier, she started to pant, hot moist breaths rushing out and her nipples seeming to crinkle even further than they were in the cold air. Squeezing and rubbing her thighs together, she carried on lustily.

“He had zero fucking respect, the disgusting stud! Just looked at me, gaping at his filthy, racist language and telling me that even for some feral nigger let off the chain I was too stupid if I’d forgotten how to talk.” She started clenching her hands on her thighs, pinching and leaving thick red marks in her thick dusky thighs as she lost herself in the memories and moaned. “Said that if I couldn’t even speak a sophisticated white man's language I could at least do the one thing animals like me are good for and shake my fat coon ass cheeks for a white man's amusement.”


Gasping and finally breaking down further, Yoruichi pried her knees apart and slapped her palm onto her sodden, spoiled pussy, mashing her clit with her palm and rubbing all that thick, stinky jizz all over her fingers and crotch.

“And I fucking did it” she cried out into the air, reaching a mini orgasm with her rubbing. “I bent right over and shook these fat ass cheeks of mine for that dumb fucking cracker! I told him that if he could speak to a nigger like that, then he should know how to put one in its place!” Her eyes crossed as a fat climax punched her in the gut. Pouring pussy juice all over her thighs and the dirt. Panting and gulping down large mouthfuls of air, she started to calm down, finally looking back up at the shocked and dismayed visage of Ichigo.

Realising just what she had said and her behaviour, she completely forgot her earlier anger at the fairy like red head. Cracking a shaky grin, she leaned forward onto her hands and tried to distract him with the gentle sway of her mocha coloured ass meat.

“But that hardly matters, right sweetheart?” she desperately batted her eyelashes at him. “Let’s just put this whole ordeal behind us, yeah?” she shook her ass more insistently.

Looking at her though, Ichigo couldn’t even imagine moving past this. Her softly spoken words and wobbling cheeks did nothing to change that she, Yoruichi, his beloved sensei, had gotten pounded and viciously fucked by his bully. Thinking about all that he had witnessed, Ichigo couldn’t stop the dribble of cum his tiny cock let loose, no matter how hard he rubbed his thighs together, staining the inside of his pants and leaving a little wet stain to show through. Staring at her, he couldn’t help but lick his lips and open his suddenly dry mouth.

“What… where are you going now? What next?” he stammers out, conflicted and hopelessly turned on as she finally got to her feet, stumbling a bit as she rose.

“Ichigo…” she sighs, seemingly contemplating what to say next. Finally she gives in with a barely audible “I’m going over to Kyo’s house…” she mutters.
Finally approaching him, she sets her hands on his narrow shoulders and looks at Ichigo, right in his crushed expression.

“He’s going to hurt me. After this, he’ll beat the shit out of me…” he sobs, and Yoruichi doesn’t say a word, staring at the pathetic little loser with pity. “And he’s going to fuck you more. He’s gonna beat you, degrade you, humiliate you again.” At that, the pity in her eye’s turns wanting and lusty at the thought, but she still doesn’t say anything. Feeling his will die right there at the silence he got in return, the tears ran hot down his cheeks. “He’s taken everything from me. He owns me now…” The pity returns to Yoruichi’s face at this, but she still doesn’t deny a single thing he’s said.


Softly patting his shoulders, she reached up and caressed Ichigo’s cheek. Wiping away a tear, Yoruichi gave him a soft smile full of love and compassion.

“Sometimes it's better to just accept how things are, hmm?” she crooned at him, like he’s a child and she’s offering a truly helpful lesson. “Maybe it’s just best to accept that big, strong, dominating Alpha males like Kyo have a right to whatever pussy they want whenever they want? They have the right to fuck who they please, and wimpy little bitches like you with your barely two inch cocks and your laughably small nuts shouldn’t get pussy? Big booty bitches like me, with our massive tits and thick curves deserve to be with real men, with fat, stinky cocks who can break us into pieces and know how to really put us in our place, huh?” Gently patting his cheek, she didn’t even see the broken in front of her, as she robbed him of all hope for the future.

Softly rubbing his soft orange hair, that ran down his back and she’d always admired saying it reminded her of a glowing sunset, she kept whispering about how he’s such a good boy for her, and he’s done so well standing there as Kyo showed him what he could only dream of being. Waited obediently, quietly like the well mannered child he was as Kyo so kindly showed off just how superior he is to a ‘wimpy little faggot’ like Ichigo. As his eyes glaze over, Yoruichi leans forward to leave a small, chaste kiss on his lips, with her breath absolutely reeking of Kyo’s thick, pungent cum and acrid piss as she tries to comfort him.
Leaning backwards, she turns to leave.

“Just keep your chin up kid,” she grins, once again brimming with sassy, self confidence as she starts to strut away. Or at least she tried to, the graceful swing of her hips interrupted by the obvious limp that she had come out of the whole experience with. Wandering off in the warm glow of the evening sunset, Ichigo miserably called out behind her.

“He’s going to kill me!” he cried out in one last ditch attempt to garner some help or sympathy.
Tossing her soiled hair over her shoulder, she looked back at him one final time, a frown dancing on her lips.

“Well…” she pondered, before her expression lit up slightly. “Look on the bright side, brat! You’ll be making Kyo happy~” and with that parting statement and a giggle, she continued on her way, leaving Ichigo a fraction of the boy he once was.


