Chapter 3 - Chapter 3

It was the first time Yoruichi had seen the sun in almost three weeks, and it shone down weakly through a thick pall of grey storm clouds. It was dark and gloomy, and entirely fitting for her first trip outside in so long. Not that she was truly outside, the guards never would have risked that, but they’d let her out into the small yard at the heart of the prison. And despite the overcast skies, the sun was a relief on her skin, the weak light making her feel better, the faint warmth a blessing. 

Even though this was the yard they used to train the guard hounds. 

It was a small complement, maybe half a dozen dogs in total, trained to follow the scent of a Hollow should one manage to escape from the deep cells. They weren’t common creatures in the Soul Society, and so were spoiled outrageously by the guards. Toys and treats and plenty of playtime kept the animals sleek and happy, even if they were barely used for their official purpose. Their every whim was catered to, and every comfort was provided. 

Which was where Yoruichi came in.

The poor woman gagged as the dog's tongue pushed into her mouth, the thick muscle lashing wildly around, lapping at the inside of her cheek and at her tongue for a moment before she managed to shove the dog away from her, face wrinkled in disgust. But another dog was jumping up, paws scrabbling at her shoulder as it licked happily at her face, smearing saliva over her cheek and nose and eye. 

“Damn mutts!” she snarled, trying to push it away like the other one. The pack of animals were jumping over each other in their excitement, tails wagging as they whined and barked. Each one wanting a chance to lick her face or sniff her. 

The guards had dragged her out of her cell and locked a collar around her neck. They’d joked that if she was going to spend the day with the dogs, she might as well dress like an honorary bitch. They’d stripped off her kimono and then tied her to a stake out in the prison yard, a length of strong leather so short that kept her down on all fours, not even long enough for her to be able to rise into a kneeling position. 

She knew how this was going to end. Yoruichi had become uncomfortably familiar with how the guards thought over the last few weeks, and she’d seen it in their eyes and heard it in their jokes. It was just another punishment, another way to break her. Down on all fours, naked and given to the dogs. She knew exactly what they were going to do to her, and it made her stomach twist. It was no worse than a Hollow, and they'd handed her to any number of those monsters, but it was a new humiliation and that refreshed the sting of it.

Sure enough, she felt the cold press of a nose against her back only a moment later. A snuffling, hungry sniffing as the dog nosed against her cunt, huffing the smell of her even as she kicked back blindly at the hound, trying to force it away. But it was never a game she’d be able to win, there were too many of them, and she couldn’t play keep away forever. This was another punishment for her, an extra little layer of brutal humiliation for her to face. How long would she keep fighting, knowing it was hopeless? Would she wear herself out for nothing, or just fold and accept her fate? 

Another dog in her face, forcing its tongue into her mouth even as she shoved at its chest, fingers sinking into the soft fur. Claws scratched at her hips as one leaped up onto her, mounting her like she was just another bitch. She had a glimpse of angry red flesh bouncing between its legs as it awkwardly hopped around behind her, trying to line itself up as she tried to shake it off. She felt its leaky tip stamp against one of her cheeks, leaving a watery smear of animal pre. Then another poke as it adjusted and missed again. Third time lucky, and she bit back a grunt as she felt its cock slowly sink between her lips, the pointed tip prying her open and making penetration easy. 

She tried not to shudder, though she was sure her face was twisted up in disgust. It was no worse than a Hollow cock, she told herself. It was just another punishment, she could endure it as she had endured the others. But of course, it would only get worse, as the other dogs started whining and growling, nipping at each other as the lucky member of the pack sank himself deeper and deeper into the tight depths of the new bitch.Their brains weren’t smart enough to understand anything as complex as jealousy, but they could smell sex in the air and they wanted to breed as well. The whole pack began to grow agitated around her, starting to growl at Yoruichi, snapping and yipping at each other as they circled her. Heavy, animal cocks stinking of musk and sex pressed at her face, poking at her cheeks and dragging along her features.

In the end, she wrapped her lips around one just to keep the snarling animal from starting a fight right on top of her. It growled and then whined as she lapped at its cock, settling down and no longer snapping at the others as her tongue dragging along the veiny surface. It tasted awful, an acrid, salty taste that clung to her taste buds even when she paused to spit on the ground. It was a primal, animal taste, and it repulsed her. Why couldn’t it have been cats? Cats at least were clean.

“I hate dogs,” she muttered, forcing herself to continue pleasing the beast. Better another humiliation than have the whole pack fall into a biting, snarling melee right on top of her. 

The big mutt whined happily, tail thumping the ground as his tongue lolled from his gaped jaws. Drool dripped onto Yoruichi's back and shoulders as the beast yipped and panted happily, squirming and humping his hips so her attentions were equally as messy. It was a sloppy, messy blowjob, doggy flavored drool spilling down her chin and splashing onto the dirt beneath her swaying breasts. 

Behind her, the mounted dog let out an exuberant howl as it hopped and humped its cock the last few inches into Yoruichi’s cunt, sliding the unswollen knot between her lips and letting her feel its furry balls swing forward to slap against her clit. She felt it shifting back and forth, moving weight from one paw to the other, sinking them into her soft ass as it tried to find a proper balance. In the end, it shifted, sliding forward to wrap its paws around her hips, claws scratching against the bulge in her stomach. 

It had to draw back to make the shift, cock slipping clear of her pussy for a moment as it moved and realigned itself - and then missed its mark. Pointed red dick drove forward, and instead of the snug, soft warmth of her cunt, the mutt found the inviting tightness of her ass. Her face twisted up in pain, but with her lips impaled on nearly a foot of thick, angry red doggy dick there wasn’t anything she could do about it. She was trapped between the two mutts, and she couldn’t even scream as it sank deeper and deeper into her ass, her own arousal lubing the way as it claimed her backdoor. Her screams of pain and anger were just muffled, mumbling vibrations that made the dog in her mouth howl in excitement as she tickled its cock. 

Excited by the tightness, it picked up its pace, working its hips into a blur as it frantically humped the trapped woman. Its cock may have started as slim near the tip, but it widened into a proper, cunt-crushing slab near the base and Yoruichi felt tears pricking her eyes as it hammered her ass, stretching her little pucker obscenely wide, treating her with the same casual roughness and brutality that the Hollow had shown her. While the canine may have no had the same level of malevolence to it, it certainly didn’t care about her well-being, dumb instincts driving it to mate, and the sheer tightness of its partner driving it crazy as its cock pistoned in and out of her well-padded rump. 

But no amount of distraction was enough to keep her from catching the dog that had started to pump at her mouth. Its knot had swollen, growing into a fat orb of flesh as big as both her fists and the dog was frantically trying to drive it home. Yoruichi felt her jaw creak but managed to get her hand up, catching the mutt’s chest and keeping it from forcing her to take the thick, musky slab of meat. With a grunt, she shoved the dog back just in time for its cock to jerk and fire off, pouring a long stream of thin, watery cum across her face. It splashed across one of her eyes, making her snarl a curse as the dog yipped and whined, its knot throbbing and desperate for pressure, hips still working stupidly to try and tie even as it wasted its load. Spilling it across Yoruichi’s dark face, painting her skin with murky, pale color and leaving her gagging and spitting in disgust as some trickled into her mouth.

Two more dogs stepped up into its place almost immediately, paws pushing at her head and tangling in her hair as they both rose onto their rear legs so they could press their cocks into her face. Hot, acrid cock ground against her features, pre spilling across her dark skin and tangling in her hair as she twisted her head away in disgust. But they were on her left and her right, cocks shoving against her lips and smearing the first dog's load across her skin no matter which way she turned. 

Behind her, she felt the dog crushing her ass tighten his grip on her hips, ramming himself forward with a growling, barking snarl. His knot had slowly been growing, getting bigger and bigger until each thrust was a battle, his strength struggling to overcome the unrelenting tightness of her rump, ripping his knot free and then cramming it back inside. But a final, rough thrust sealed her backside, and no amount of tugging or pulling would get it free. She almost breathed a sigh of relief, thankful for the temporary break. Her pelvis felt like it was going to split, and her stomach was bulging under the sheer size of the dog, but at least her ring wasn’t getting stretched to snapping as it gratefully tightened around the thin base behind his knot. 

Warm, watery dog spunk sputtered and poured into her guts as the shaggy mutt gave a few more short, sharp thrusts, rocking Yoruichi against the two dogs that were taking turns with her mouth, apparently content to wait with their cocks soaked in spit and drool for a minute or two, just as long as she came back to them. She was bobbing back and forth between their shafts, gagging softly each time they pushed into her throat with an eager shove of their hips. They kept her occupied as their friend finished dumping his fuzzy balls into her - a long process that felt like it went on for minutes, every short, hard thrust milking another long, drippy cumshot. 

The thrusts eventually stopped, but unfortunately, Yoruichi found herself with a new problem as, no longer interested in her, her partner started to try and pull out. He spun himself around, standing rump to rump with her, and she felt his muscles tense, and then she cried out as he tugged against the knot.

“Wha- nnnngh… wait. Ya… ya gotta wait,” she panted, her voice tight and strained as it tugged against the knot that tied them together, straining her already sore and stinging ass.

It wasn’t content to wait, and neither were the rest of the pack. It must have been the dog’s first time mating because it seemed to panic slightly as it found itself stuck. Its legs kicked and scratched at her, and her abused pucker stretched and burned as the dog tried to pull itself free by sheer force of strength. For a moment, Yoruichi found herself trapped in a twisted tug of war, the leash around her neck pulling tight as the knot in her ass dragged at her. Her hands grabbed at the dry dirt and grass of the prison yard, desperate to find some purchase as the dog yanked and whined. The others were growling and snapping at it, desperate for their turn and driving the already panicking mutt into a near frenzy. 

“S-stupid…. Ugly…” she whimpered, tears in her eyes as the pain got worse. Her ruined ass stretched even further, and then with an ugly pop both lobes of the swollen knot slid free, cum washing and sputtering out along with it. Her poor ass winked weakly, gaping wide from the horrible abuse it had just been put through, and Yoruichi slumped forward gratefully, panting and gasping, not even caring that her face was mashed into musky fur and doggy balls, just happy to no longer be dragged along behind a mutt. 

Not that it was over, the very minute it dragged itself free it was already being replaced. Two dogs growled and snapped at each other, claws raking at Yoruichi as they jumped and pushed at each other, fighting to be the one to take her next. In the end, the bigger dog managed to prevail, forcing its rival aside and driving a spike of hot, doggy cock straight into her gaping, aching tunnel. It yielded easily, the shamed shinigami managing to let out nothing more than a strained grunt as it sunk into her cum-soaked tunnel. Unlike the first to use her, it was off like a shot, jackhammering its hips against hers as it bit at her ponytail, yanking and jerking her head around as the two at her front jammed their cocks against her face. 

She could see the first dog to have taken her behind the others, licking itself clean with one paw in the air. Already, its softening cock was beginning to rise once more, throbbing as it was wiped clean of watery, doggy cum. With a happy bark, the mutt rose to its feet and joins the mob surrounding Yoruichi once more, trying to push its way to the front and usurp the two mutts riding her face. She had to suppress a whimper of unhappiness at the sight. The dogs must have been bred for stamina in order for them to keep up the pressure while tracking down escaped Hollows, and just her luck that meant the whole pack would be able to go for hours.

The fact that she’d get to spend nearly a whole day out in the sun was very little comfort as another knot spread her ass and twisted a cry of pain from her lips. 

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Yoruichi staggered as a pair of guards gave her a hard shove. She barely managed to keep her feet and stop from pitching face-first to the slick stone floor. The door was already slamming shut before she could even start to turn back to them, the hatch open to let a slim shaft of light into the cell. It was a tight space, maybe three meters across and less than that deep. The roof was close enough that she could feel her hair brushing against the rough stone and she had to drop into a slight crouch to keep from smacking her head in the uncertain light. It wasn’t a cell fit for a human, the space too tight and the air too dank. 

It stank, too. Of something strange and chemical, like lake water and something else… bleach, maybe? It stung her nose and she took a step backward toward the door, her eyes flicking this way and that. 

“This my new home? Got tired of not getting your work done because you were too busy jerking yourselves stupid?” she asked, her voice taunting. But there was a hidden edge to her words, something scared and uncertain. Her time in the prison was taking its toll, punishment after punishment starting to grind away at her resolve. Her taunts no longer hat the same bite, her wit shaky and often failing her. 

“Nah, it was the boss’ idea. Got somebody down here who’s causing trouble and just refuses to settle down. We figured it might calm him down if he got to work off some steam.”

There was a loud crack, a whip-snap sound as something lashed out from the darkness. With her powers sealed, Yoruichi had no chance to dodge, and the blow crashed against her tits, the impact ripping the fabric of her kimono as the force threw her back against the door. The solid wood rattled, and she cried out in pain, clutching her chest as the men laughed. 

“See? He's *mad*, and the muscle relaxers aren’t doing anything. So see if you can get him to calm down and we’ll let you back up to your room. Otherwise, you’ll at least keep him from trying to batter down the door for an hour or two.”

Another whipcrack from the darkness, catching Yoruichi’s other breast in a flash of pain that dragged a groan from her mouth. The impact made her breast ripple and left a harsh, red line across the dark skin. But rather than vanishing back into the darkness, the thing stayed, wrapping itself around the busty shinigami’s waist and hauling her away from the door despite her efforts to resist. 

Her eyes were adjusting to the darkness, and she could see her cellmate now. The space was cramped because the thing didn’t need it. No furniture, no bed, nothing but a shallow pool of tepid water that it rose out of. It was a blobby mass of dark flesh, a skull-like mask slapped on at seeming random. She couldn’t spot any eyes behind the mask, but the thing certainly seemed to see her fine. It lashed out with more tentacles, slick and dark as they seized her round the legs and wrists, stilling her struggles as it gurgled at her in a wet voice. 

Each tentacle was about as thick around as two fingers, yet they were so strong they hauled her completely off the floor, suspending the struggling woman in midair as the guards in the hallway watched. She could hear them taking bets on whether she’d be able to calm it down, or if it was going to throw her against the wall. For a moment, she worried that it might actually mean her harm, Hollows were dangerous and unpredictable and-

And then she felt more tentacles slithering out, leaving slimy trails as they wiggled and dug their way beneath her kimono. Finding their way past the slight and slutty garment so they could wrap themselves around her breasts, and she almost sighed. Of course. There was laughter from behind her, and her face flushed red as she struggled even harder, trying to wrench a single limb free. She couldn’t overcome its strength, and her wild struggles only slammed her fists and legs into the claustrophobically close walls and ceiling. There wasn’t enough space to struggle here, and even if she could break free where would she go? The thing filled most of the cell, and there was nowhere she could run that it couldn’t reach. 

“Nasty bastard,” she spat, trying to cover up a groan as the tentacles squeezed. They’d looped themselves around and around the base of both of her breasts, her soft flesh puffing up on either side of the tightening loops. She could feel the dull ache of pressure, could feel the slimy things sliding and squeezing, tightening their grip until her breasts were throbbing painfully. The very tips were thin and flicked playfully at her nipples, working them into hardness despite her disgust.

“Fuck, just get on with it!” she spat. She knew what was coming, and she’d rather have the thing be finished and done with her than spend the next few hours stuck in its disgusting foreplay.

The little bundle of dark flesh seemed to shiver, tentacles cringing back slightly. It looked, for all the world, like a child who had been told it couldn’t play - or an obedient dog that had been yelled at. She could practically feel the disappointment coming off it as its playful flicks ceased. It seemed to glare sullenly up at her, and not for the first time Yoruichi realized her mouth had led her into trouble. Before it had seemed content to just play, but now more tentacles were unfolding from its body and moving toward her, half a dozen slimy lengths reaching out toward her. 

These were slightly thicker than the others, though not by much, and ended in blunt rounded tips rather than the tapered points of the ones that held her. Thicker slime oozed from small slits at the tip, and Yoruichi felt her face twist in disgust as she recognized the creature’s breeding appendages. It had six of them in total, and they pressed against her, smearing pre across her skin like slug trails as she grimaced and kicked, trying to jerk her head back away from them. But in the tiny, cramped cell there was no running, and they slid across her on their way to their target. 

Two coiled around her thighs, squeezing and groping her strong legs as they snaked toward her pussy, rubbing against her lips and bathing her slit in hot, gooey pre. They worked it up into a lather, pushing and rubbing and making sure the shinigami was nice and wet, lubed up if not actually eager for what was to come. And while the tentacles may have been only as thick as her brother, they were twisting together now into a thick shaft of coiled flesh, pushing at her entrance as she grunted in pain. But she wouldn’t cry out, she wouldn’t give it or the guards that pleasure. Her face burned with humiliated fury, but she at least kept silent as it finally pried her open and plunged into her depths, hammering all the way to her cervix in a single, brutal thrust that bounced her body, making her sway in the beast's grasp as it burbled happily. 

And the other tentacles refused to be still. Why wait for a turn when the Hollow had so many holes to enjoy. Having had a moment to compose herself, Yoruichi opened her mouth to curse it out, no longer afraid of making a noise of pain or pleasure, and the beast simply stuffed one of its tentacles right in, cramming between her lips and silencing her defiant tongue, pinning it to the floor of her mouth as it flooded her maw with the taste of salt and slick slime. The twin cocks in her cunt made her body jolt each time they knocked against her cervix, toes curling as her stomach bulged. And the one in her mouth teased the back of her throat, forcing her to gag before cramming a little deeper to better enjoy the rippling clench of her muscles as they tried to force it out. 

But as bad as they were, the final three tentacles were worse. They twisted together into a bundle that was as big as the first Hollow she’d ever taken. A fat slab of slimy, throbbing breeding meat that sought out her final hole. Yoruichi couldn’t even shake her head in denial as it started to push against her pucker, spurting slimy pre all over the tender hole, the cock in her throat keeping her head locked still. Tears sparkled at the corners of her eyes as it pushed and pushed, her body desperately trying to resist - but she was mortal now, or near enough to mortal, and the Hollow as so much more. It was stronger than her, and her pucker dimpled bowed and then broke. Spreading to swallow up the thick slab of meat even as she screamed out around the tentacle in her throat, the vibrations tingling up the length of it. 

It pushed deeper than the others, feeding more and more of its length up her tight rump, cramming into that perfect ass as she squirmed and struggled without hope. Just trying to fight for her own sake, for her own dignity and peace of mind she couldn’t just lay back and let it ravage her, even if that was the unavoidable outcome. She could feel it inside her, the thin wall between her ass and her pussy crushed between the two bundles of thrusting, gliding tentacles, and the sensation was horrifying and satisfying in a way that left her confused and angry. Nothing about this should have felt good, but being so full was… 

Yoruichi had always loved her partners to be big. She’d always been casual about sex and easy with her affections when she’d been a free woman. Sex had been fun and pleasurable, and this Hollow was scratching the same itch to be filled, to be used, as she’d once sated with an entire squad of shinigami who had been training under her. This hard use that left all of her holes filled and stretched was the same sensation, but better and more intense. It left her confused, her mind spinning as the tentacles pumped her holes with ruthless speed and determination. Her time at the prison, ignoring her circumstances, had been nothing but that intense pleasure.

But while she may have been getting her desires catered to, even if it was against her will, the Hollow wasn’t getting everything it wanted. It wanted to be even deeper, and the two tentacles in her cunt picked up their pace. They pushed and shoved, squirming inside of her and making her stomach shift and ripple as they fought for purchase. Together, slowly, they pried her cervix open, splitting the stubborn gate apart and pressed forward. First one, then the other, pushing into her very womb, violating her absolute depths as she cried out around the cock in her throat, her pathetic muffled voice unable to carry the full fury of her violation. 

Maybe it wanted to hear that anger because as soon as it had pressed in, the cock in her throat dragged backward. Yoruichi gasped for breath as the tentacle dragged itself from her throat with a wet slurping sound. Her lips glistened, smeared with throat slop and tentacle slime, and she coughed wetly, hacking up thick wads of frothy muck as she fought for breath. 

“You disgusting…” she began, only for the tentacle to silence her. It didn’t plunge back into her mouth, it simply unloaded onto her face. Thick, sloppy sheets of glue-thick fucksludge splashed across her noble, beautiful features. Ropes of clinging cum, steaming in the chill damp of the tiny cell, splattered against her skin, splashing droplets and dangling strands up into her hair and all across her throat and chest. It came like a hose, washing her down with a constant stream of jizz that left her gagging and sputtering, trying to keep it out of her mouth and nose. She couldn’t even lift her hands to defend herself, as it still tightly bound her wrists, forcing her to endure the downpour.

And it wasn’t just that tentacle, either. She could feel a heat blooming inside of her as the two inside her womb washed down her walls, smearing white graffiti all over the once-undefiled pink. She could feel the liquid lake slowly rising, sloshing back and forth until her womb was filled to capacity. And even that didn’t stop the monster, cum sputtered and oozed from her stretched lips, backwash running down her trembling thighs as it continued to cum and cum. She could feel the weight of so much thick cum as her stomach bulged and swelled slightly, inflating under the sheer volume the beast was pumping into her. 

“Can’t,” she whimpered, her voice thick and muddy as cum oozed over her lips, and bubbled at her nostrils. “It’s… it’s too much. I can’t…”

The Hollow burbled at her, but its tentacles didn’t pull back. In fact, the ones in her ass sped up, twisting and thrusting harder and harder until she felt them start to stiffen and seize up like the others. Heat and heaviness filled her, and this time it didn’t come washing back out. The three tentacles twisted together in her ass filled her completely, there was no space for a single drop to spill out. Which meant every single rope washed into her, forced deeper and deeper as the monster continued to cum. She felt her stomach bulging again, felt the heaviness as she looked down and saw herself so stuffed full that she looked almost a few months pregnant. 

And then she could taste cum, the sharp and salty taste filling her mouth as she shook her head, lips clenched tightly together. But the Hollow was still cumming, still pumping thick jizz into her body and there was nothing she could do, no way to stop as a tide of cum spilled from her mouth, pouring down her chin and washing across her breasts. Tears stung the corners of her eyes as another wash poured down the front of her body, a sticky tide that drenched her curves in salty sludge. 

Thankfully, there wasn’t more. Full as she was, she didn’t know if she could have handled any more. One by one the tentacles slowly withdrew, leaving her dangling in mid-air, gasping and panting. Thick cum dripped and oozed out of her abused holes, pattering and splashing onto the rough stone floor, a puddle of viscous white forming beneath her exhausted and abused body. But the Hollow didn’t set her down, it still held her in the air as if considering what to do with her next. 

“That… all you got…?” Yoruichi panted, trying to sound defiant even if her voice came out shaky and pleading. Out in the hallway, she heard one of the guards hoot, his sandals clattering as he did a little dance and demanded money from his colleague. 

“I knew it! I told you she’d want more.”

“That doesn’t count as asking for more, she’s just trying to be tough!”

It was almost a relief when the Hollow lurched and dragged her closer to its body because at least it was something to focus on that wasn’t their idiotic droning. A huge, ragged slash of a mouth opened on the face and a fat, thick tongue lolled out as the beast dangled the battered woman above itself.

The tentacles that had remained wrapped around her breasts gave a little squeeze, rippling and shifting as they tugged at the heavy, yielding mounds. The slimy loops squeezed hard as they slid down toward her nipples. Slow, repetitive motions that made her chest ache, and smeared thick slime and cum all over the dark slopes of her chest. It took her a moment to realize what it was doing, that the motion was similar to a farmer trying to milk a cow. The thing was trying to milk her, tentacles squeezing and working her flesh, trying to work a drip from her aching tits, mauling her fat udders as she grunted and squirmed. 

The huge tongue lolled upward, flicking across her nipples, leaving gooey saliva to drip and run from the stiff peaks as its tentacles continued the slow, robotic motion. Yoruichi hissed, the thick spit was almost freezing cold, an aching chill that seemed to stab at her body and leave her breasts itching strangely. Was there something in its spit? It wasn’t a normal sensation, and she could feel it spreading as it continued to milk her, tentacles smearing and working the slime into her skin as its fat, ugly tongue continued to lap at her breasts. 

“I’m not a cow,” she grunted, twisting desperately as the beast blubbered beneath her, sounding pleased as could be as it tried to treat her like livestock. “Go grab Rangiku, you bastard!”

But the Hollow seemed perfectly happy with the cow it had, working at her body as the minutes dragged by. It was like torture, humiliation stacked upon humiliation as the guards watched and laughed. But at least it was easier to endure than the other punishments. In the end, though, it seemed its efforts were in vain. Despite liberally smearing her impressive breasts, the Hollow couldn’t force her to produce a single drop, and eventually, it seemed to grow frustrated with its failure. 

Grunting, all its tentacles finally released her, dumping her into an undignified heap on the cold stone. Sore and aching, Yoruichi crawled backward to the door on her hands, dragging herself away without ever turning her back on the thing. But it made no motion toward her, just sat and bubbled to itself as she pounded on the door with her fist. 

It wasn’t until she was halfway back to her cell that she realized something was wrong. Her kimono, torn and stained, felt damp against her skin. Looking down, Yoruichi had to bite back a sound of surprise as she realized the dump lump of tentacles had managed something after all. Her breasts were, very slightly, leaking. Its strange spit and the careful, forceful attention had done more than just leave her sore, it had forced her to start lactating. 

Wide-eyed, and with her hands cupping and covering her breasts, the once-proud shinigami was led back to her cell, her mind a whirl of confusion. 
