Chapter 3 - New Beginnings

Authors Note: Any of the views expressed in this or any other works of fiction are not my own and solely produced for the purpose of entertainment. I do not own Bleach or any of its characters, only my original creations.

 
“‘Sorry Strawberry, I’ll have to take a rain check! I’m kind of numb below the waist lmao!!’... Huh, she’s missing another one…” 
 
Sighing to himself, Ichigo looked out into the fading light of Karakura town from the window of his classroom. Turning back to the blackboard, his shoulders slumped as he picked up another pair of easers before whacking them together, the resulting cloud making him sneeze as he carried on cleaning… alone, after everyone else had already gone home.
 
A faint buzz from his pocket caused the effeminate soul reaper to once again pull out his phone, surprise and suspicion making him hesitate as he saw the message was a picture from none other than his absent Sensei, Yoruichi. The thought of her was too much to ignore though and so, with great reticence, he opened it.
 
‘It’s not a bad photo.’ Ichigo hummed to himself, his wilted cock twitching softly as he tried to look away but failed.
 
That playful grin of hers still made his heart flutter and his mouth go dry. She was just as beautiful as ever, reclined back on the floor with the camera well above her and one hand up in a peace sign. He thought it would have made for a great profile picture in his contact list… if she wasn’t a mess. Her gorgeous purple hair was crusty and stuck in every direction, clumped together with the same dried coating of jizz that had been lathered onto her face. She wasn’t wearing a top, deep bruises in the shape of hands and fingers littered across the buoyant surface leading up to a bright red pet's collar. With a pained gulp, his eyes slid further down the toned surface of her abs.
 
“Cock Reared Chocolate Bunny”
“White Owned, Beaten and Bred”
“Free Use Jungle Onahole <3”
 
On and on, the awful words scribbled across her figure made his heart ache and his trousers tent but… there was nothing he could do. His thumb moved to delete the message and with a pained wince he went further, saving it to the already choc full collection he had been gifted. Putting his phone away, her defiled image never left his mind and Ichigo hurried through the rest of his chores before finally escaping out into the hallway. Once there, the only thing left to occupy him was the echoing sound of his footsteps, forcing him to wallow in the nightmare his life had become.
 
Everywhere he went, it was the same. Home, school, his friend group, there was nothing left for him but pitying glances, sympathetic smiles as they were suddenly called away or the worst of all, time’s when they asked him to stop and hold their phones. Yoruichi’s picture burned bright in his mind as Ichigo grit his teeth, reminded of all the times he’d been out with a female friend just for them to get a text and stop, shamelessly asking, no, demanding that he take pictures as they bent over at the waist and dragged down their underwear, exposing themselves to the one waiting on their response and debasing themselves right before their loyal friend.
 
‘It’s not their fault though, It’s his. That bastard, everything comes back to him, his face, his name, his… his cock. I’d give anything, ANYTHING, if it just meant I could kill-’
 
“A-ah, Kyo?”
 
Ichigo’s entire body stopped as his blood froze, dread welling in his gut as he looked up through the sagging fringe of his hair to see just one of the many classroom doors open up ahead, the only one with a light on in the gloom created by the setting sun.
 
‘No… Orihime?’ As if he was in a dream sequence, Ichigo couldn’t stop walking, his feet carrying him forward, closer and closer to where that sweet voice and accursed name had drifted from.
 
Peeking around the corner, Ichigo’s knuckles turned white against the door frame as he took in the scene. Light from the sky outside painted the room in a series of warm colours, creating a setting straight out of someone’s romance novel as Orihime stood beneath it, shuffling from foot to foot with her hands clasped in front of her. She was, without a doubt, the closest one human being could come to an Angel. Her beauty was unrivaled, softly flowing orange hair cascading down around her picturesque grace before tapering off at her waist. She was the sweetest person you could ever meet, which made it even more tempting for the boys on campus once they managed to tear away from her face and see the sinfully ginormous chest that bounced with every step she took. Poor girl never could understand why every man (and some women) went out of their way to please her, too naive to think that they were doing it for just the smallest peek of her supple looking thighs under that scandalously short skirt or the lightest chance of brushing against that OUTRAGEOUSLY fat ass.
 
Hate filled eyes looked across from her and Ichigo couldn’t help but think that the ugly, greasy, slimeball of a barely human being sitting back in the teacher's desk chair contrasted her wonder grotesquely, slouched back and smirking like the demonic king of greed as he devoured her long legs with lust and desire painted in his eyes.
 
“Yes, Orihime? Don’t just stand there, you’re the one who asked me here, so stop wasting my time and spit it out!” No matter his complaints, he was clearly enjoying the awkward and flustered girls' attempts to look him in the eyes.
 
“Ah, well, it’s just that I… I wanted to talk about Ichigo!”
 
That admission made both mens eyes widen, though for very different reasons as the sadistic bully raised his eyebrow.
 
“The one inch wanna be warrior? Why would you want to talk about him?”
 
‘Orihime!? What are you doing!’ That same feeling of dread reappeared in Ichigo’s gut as he watched the school beauty puff out her cheeks in an affronted pout.
 
“Don’t call him that! It’s rude, and that’s exactly what I wanted to talk about!” Kyo waved her one while Ichigo mentally begged her to stop. “I want you to stop being so mean to him!”
 
Both redheads held their breath, staring at a stone faced Kyo as he looked her dead in the eye.
 
“... No.”
 
Orihime’s mouth dropped open at the blunt response.
 
“You’re not even trying to deny it? AND WHY NOT!?” She actually stamped her foot, getting a snort from the bully as he spread his arms wide.
 
“The real question is WHY THE FUCK SHOULD I!?” His raised voice sparked back, making her flinch as he settled down. “Fuck me, why does the loser have so many babes willing to stick up for him, he wouldn’t even know what to do with you!”
 
Orihime’s face turned luminescent at the insinuation, steam almost visibly pouring from her ears as he smirked.
 
“I’m not a monster though…” Ichigo’s knuckles turned white behind cover. “Tell you what, how about we make a deal?”
 
Suspicious eyes regarded him, weighing her options as she nibbled on her lower lip.
 
“What… kind of deal?”
 
‘Oh God, please no!’ Ichigo’s stomach turned as he realised what was happening.
 
“It’s simple. You want something from me and I want something from you.” 
 
Kyo’s predatory words made the busty redhead fall back a step, instinctively wary as she gathered her courage and looked him in the eyes.
 
“But what do you want?” She bit out.
 
“For you to come closer.” He said, as if it was the most obvious thing to the nervous babe.
 
“W-why?”
 
“That doesn’t matter.” Her eyes widened as he stared her down. “This is the reality. Ichigo is my bitch and if you don’t do what I say then I’m going to hurt him, then I’m going to KEEP hurting him. Really, this is about how far you’re willing to go…”
 
“I’d do anything for Ichigo!” Her firm, impassioned words made Kyo grin.
 
“Good. Come.”
 
‘Don’t, Orihime!’ Ichigo could taste blood as he watched the sweetest girl in his life approach his tormentor like a scared doe. ‘I don’t want you to do this, it’s not worth it! I… I can stop this!’
 
That last was said to himself, an acknowledgement that simply throwing away his fear and yelling out to her would end all of this, stop another friend from being broken down into that bastard's plaything. He was supposed to be a Guardian! But…
 
‘It wouldn’t change anything…’ His muscles relaxed and Ichigo slumped back, just as Orihime reached the space in front of Kyo.
 
“That’s better! Damn, for such a shortie you’re pretty much made out of tits and legs!” He laughed as Orihime looked towards the window.
 
“Please… don’t be crude.” Her voice was so soft and it made him scoff.
 
“Don’t talk like you have an opinion here. You’re mine, and I’ll say whatever the fuck I want… unless you want Ichigo coming in tomorrow on crutches.” He hissed.
 
Orihime flinched at the threat, lip wobbling imperceptibly as Kyo’s hands gripped onto her knees. She refused to give him the satisfaction of a reaction, screwing her eyes tight as he whistled while groping her legs.
 
“Man you’re soft, does Ichigo know how good your skin feels!” Kyo taunted as his hands slid up, brushing the hem of her skirt while Orihime pawed at the only thing covering her modesty. “What’s the point of fighting?”
 
Big, meaty paws slid up around her pale thighs and Orihime felt goosebumps spread out in waves, breath coming heavier as one hefty handful of panty clad ass meat was grabbed while the space between her legs was invaded. The feeling of something foreign so close to her privates got an involuntary whimper as her blush spread down, darkening as the edge of his hand wedged itself against the slowly warming lips of her mound.
 
“Mmm, I knew a thick bitch like you would be nice and toasty! HEY!” He barked, making her jump. “Eyes on me.” Obediently, she turned to face him, brown eyes shiny as his smug leer greeted her. “You should be proud, not many women would go this far for some limp dicked pussy.”
 
Orihime’s brow furrowed and Kyo knew that one had made her mad, legs clamping down around his wiggling hand as she glared.
 
“The only coward here is you, Ichigo is the bravest man I know!” Her words, so confident and proud, caused Ichigo to collapse back against the opposite wall, in full view of the open doorway as he trembled.
 
“‘Man’ is a bit much but sure, I’m the coward. But you know what? I’m the coward you're about to STRIP for. The shirt and tie. Lose ‘em.”
 
Moisture finally won out in the corners of her eyes as Orihime obeyed, shaky hands lifting up to pull at the ribbon like tie of her Karakura High uniform while Kyo watched on appreciatively. Once the slim piece of fabric had fluttered away, she moved to her shirt, mortified as every popped button made the filth in front of her sit up straighter. Even after all of them were undone she refused to let go, desperately holding it together his hand pressed insistently against her steamy mound.
 
“Come on now.” Something dark refused to let Orihime look away. “I’m waiting.”
 
Miserable, the big boobed beauty let go, flushing so red it spread to the mouthwateringly huge and creamy slopes of her cleavage, tucked away behind the tragically functional beige bra keeping it all covered up.
 
“Holy shit that’s ugly.” He snorted as she whined in embarrassment, the tent in his trousers growing noticeable as he carried on. “It should be a crime to have titties like those bundled up in some old grannys parachute.”
 
“They don’t make many in my size.” Orihime whispered, wondering why she was trying to defend herself to him of all people as the hand on her ass pinched.
 
“Then you shouldn’t have worn one.”
 
Apathetic to her humiliation, Kyo dragged his hand from the cloying heat of her inner thighs to slouch back in his chair, elbow on the rest and chin in his hand as he waved her towards the floor.
 
“Drop.” He commanded.
 
Orihime began lowering herself, dreading what was to come before stopping as he sneered.
 
“You dumb cunt, not like that. Put that fat ass on your heels and squat, knees wiiiide apart.”
 
Something ugly made her core tingle but Orihime ignored it, obeying his orders as her plush rear settled onto the heels of her shoes and her legs stretched, forcing themselves wide as her panties dug into her crotch while vanishing at the back. Before she knew it Orihime was chin level with his tent, wide dry eyes staring at the rhymoithically twitching bulge fearfully while It’s owner sniffed imperiously.
 
“Are you waiting for an invitation? Or do bimbos with udders like yours not know how to work a zipper?”
 
Gulping as her face burned, Orihime brought both dainty hands up to settle on his legs, steadying her breath and balance as she reached for the button on his trousers. An anti-climactic ‘snap’ saw them undone, falling slack as the sheer weight of what lay behind lowered the zipper all on its own. The sound of blood rushing past her ears intensified and Orihime could feel her heart thumping away, outrageously loud ot her as she dragged that misleading piece of metal the last few inches.
 
Like a leviathan rising from the depths his loose boxers started to rustle and it appeared, stunning her silent as her mouth fell open and she inhaled. It continued to climb until the setting sun pushed its monstrously large shadow towards the door and Kyo smiled proudly as, whether she knew it or not, awe filled the bimbos gaze.
 
“Careful bitch, you’re starting to drool!” 
 
Startled from her reverence, Orihime, in a panic, reached up to wipe away at the corner of her mouth before realising too late that there was nothing there as he laughed, flecks of spit hitting her cheek as she stared daggers his way.
 
“Aww, don’t be like that!” Kyo snickered in the face of her anger, wiping a tear from his eye as he looked right back. “There’s no shame in admiring! Compared to mewling quims like Ichigo, an actual man's cock must be pretty amazing!”
 
“I was not admiring!” She seethed, squirming as the salty stench of his musk began creeping its way up her nose. “You’re a disgusting, abusive pig and just because your… thing’s big doesn’t make it impressive!”
 
“Is that right? Then why can’t you keep your hands to yourself?”
 
Confusion wracked her cute face and Kyo savoured the moment her eyes turned down, staring uncomprehendingly before crawling wider as she noticed the delicate hand wrapped around the center of his massive, veiny cock. Even as she pulled back in revulsion Orihime didn’t let go, her fingers incapable of even reaching all the way around as she felt the sweat from his shaft and her palm mixing to make her stroking easier.
 
“H-huh? Wait!”
 
“For someone who can’t stand me you seem awfully eager to get your hands on me. I thought you had a crush on Kurosaki?” He licked his lips as she shuddered but continued to watch their connection.
 
“You… you told me to do this!” She cried desperately, so confident even as she attached another hand above the one already squeezing.
 
“No I didn’t.” Kyo shook with silent laughter, alight with joy at seeing her crack as he reached forward. “I suggested you undo my trousers. You’re the one grabbing my dick like some crack addicted skank!”
 
His words visibly stung the kind girl as they landed, making her wince while still stubbornly holding onto his rod. Orihime opened her mouth to fire back as best she could but the sudden ‘RIIIP’ of her bra being torn about made her choke, spluttering as her wonderfully huge, flushed tits fell from the cradles to hang temptingly, somehow perkily on her chest despite their ridiculous weight.
 
“NO!” She gasped as Kyo leaned forward, his cock bounding towards her nose with the shift in posture.
 
“It never ceases to amaze me how such big breasted sluts can be so equally air headed! The deal was ‘whatever I want’ and I WANT THESE TITS!”
 
With a growl Kyo lunged and Orihime squealed, hair flying as she turned away from the brutal, lewd image of her chest being mauled beneath the bullies greedy palms. His fingers sunk into her flesh, nostrils flaring at just how fucking soft they were as he lifted them in his palms to jiggle them.
 
“They’re so heavy, it must be nice getting whatever you want just by shaking these jugs! How ‘bout it bitch, be honest, do you enjoy having guys buy your food just for a chance to look at them!?”
 
“NO! Don’t be disgusting!” She cried before screeching as he clamped down brutally, bruising the tissue of her breasts as her milky flesh bulged out between his fingers and he sneered.
 
“BULSHIT!” Kyo snarled, gripping her nipples and twisting as she shook around atop her heels. “I hate big titted cows like you the most, shoving your milk bags in everyone's face and expecting to be treated like royalty! Newsflash princess, you’re nothing, nothing but a nasty ginger whore desperate to get your hands on a cock big enough to make use of those udders!”
 
The pain on her left breast vanished while fiery pleasure rushed in to take over, turning her cries into a choked off moan as her mouth was suddenly filled with lip stretching fingers. Looking up wildly, the red headed babe felt all that built up saliva in her mouth splash out around Kyo’s hand as her cries of pain tinted with pleasure vibrated his knuckles
 
“Hglurk?” Her tongue writhed powerless against his skin, the taste flooding her mouth as he sneered unforgivingly.
 
“Stop your embarrassing attempts at stroking and get those tits around my cock!”
 
Gracelessly, Orihime did as she was told, warmth flooding down the insides of her thighs as she was left to dazedly grab two handfuls of her own mountainous jugs, almost losing her balance as she leaned forward to wrap them around the angrily twitching pillar of absolute manliness that seemed hellbent on pushing against her chin. Wild drops of spittle flew from her sodden chin to land on her slopes and the sloppy sensation of her breast meat swallowing Kyo whole made Orihime’s heart race anew.
 
Without even realising it Orihime’s face had started to bob, the obscene sounds of her choking on Kyo’s fist abruptly halting as he hissed from the pleasure of being captured in her grasp and moaned before pulling back.
 
“HNGK-SCHLORPK!” Orihime gagged, desperately panting for air as his drool soaked fingers slid up her forehead to thread through the front of her hair. “Why…”
 
Kyo looked down and hardened even further as he admired her soiled state, the lower half of her face shiny with spit as his hand gripped her hair and her hands started to lift, dragging her tits up before dropping them back down with a meaty ‘PLAP’ as her ass started to bounce on her heels from the rhythm.
 
“Why… why, why, why, WHY ARE YOU SOOOO~ BIG!?” 
 
Orihime’s whine was loud, echoing out into the hallway and off into the already deserted school as her words traveled in and out of Ichigo’s ears.
 
Meanwhile, Kyo was grunting through the urge to laugh as Orihime’s ridiculously curvy body danced, arms wrapped around her tits with an unbelieving fervor as she squeezed them tight and attempted to wring the seed from his balls with every stroke. Every pump only made him harder while simultaneously breaking her further as the brain jarring punch of his slimy cock head rattled her thoughts every time she went down.
 
“No matter what I do it won’t go away and it smells so goooood!” Orihime cried as her tit fucking grew heavier. “Why, why, why did it have to be you! You’re horrible, disgusting, awful, you stink, it should be Ichigo!”
 
Kyo gasped as his cock flexed, tip dilating slightly as a jet of pre-cum coated the hollow of her throat while she moaned and he wrenched her head back.
 
“You wanna know why I’m so much bigger, BITCH!”
 
“GLURK!”
 
Mercilessly, Kyo forced his spongey tip between the ludicrously plump lips leading to her mouth, making Orihime gag as he filled her juicy cavern to the brim with his cock meat, making her eyes flutter as the rancid taste sent heat racing down into her stomach and between her soaked legs. She had no time to orientate herself as both hands threaded through her gorgeous orange hair and used it as nothing more than a handle to face fuck her beautiful features, causing Orihime to warble wetly while holding her paizuri sandwich tight with all she had.
 
“It’s because I’m better than Ichigo! While he’s at home, curled up and jerking it to the pictures on his phone I’m here, putting nasty cum sluts like you right where they belong, on their knees between my legs. His beloved teacher? I made her gargle on my piss! His best friend? I made him spend night after night wiping my jizz from her tits while the rest leaked out onto his bed. Sisters? He was so weak and pathetic they tried to save him only to end up begging me to breed them like my own, personal, FUCK PUPPETS!”
 
Kyo’s anger drove his hands into overdrive, slamming a bewildered, schlong beaten Orihime into pissing fem-cum all over her school socks as her ass clapped and her own tits slapped her in the face, jaw straining and tongue lashing away at every piece of musky, lurid dick cheese it could find while his balls tapped her stomach, just above her womb.
 
“You know what else, Orihime? You’re gonna join them!” His poisonous words made her chest tighten and her mound quiver as her teary brown orbs struggled to look up into his. “Every single bitch I break, the loser is there and I can’t WAIT for him to see his sweet, innocent friend Orihime squealing as she’s pinned down and bred before his very eyes! Who knows, if you're lucky I might even let you kiss him, right before I lend you out to every horny fucker in this school so they can take turns using you as their own big titted spunk tank!”
 
Those last words seemed to send Orihime into a frenzy, her own body indecisive on whether it was trying to get away as she pulled herself back only to squash her tits down hard against his thighs, massaging the base of his cock and making Kyo grit his teeth as his own balls started to answer. Wordlessly, her face fucking took on an even more severe tone as his tip began lancing into the beginnings of her throat, off setting her balance as she tried to readjust before slipping on her own ejaculate, crashing forward onto her knees and swallowing him half way towards her stomach.
 
Orihime’s eyes crossed, gazing stupidly at the monster gaping her esophagus right before rolling back as Kyo tensed and came. Like a fire hose it came shooting down his length, dilating him further as the spasming girl sucking his cock screamed, sputtering off into wet, cum stuffed chokes as jizz hosed down her insides and coated her throat. 
 
Finally, Orihime managed to tear herself backwards as Kyo’s hands fell away and sheover shot it, arms outstretched to catch her fall and leaving her splayed openly with her fat ass sitting in a puddle of her own arousal, legs out wide and her skirt bunched up over her thighs to show the absolutely ruined state of her white cotton panties, wedged between the lips of her drooling pussy.
 
To Ichigo it looked like she was basking in it, imitating a day at the beach with her wildly frizzy hair dangling into the lewd juices surrounding her bottom half. His own trousers grew damp as he watched Kyo wrangle his still spewing shaft and angle it towards her delirious figure so that he could hose her down in his cum as she whimpered and flinched form the weight of it slapping down across her face, thoroughly coating her in a dripping white mask while the rest fell to drench her heaving tits. It was too much for the spineless substitute soul reaper to bear, his legs shaking as he got to his feet and made to leave the nightmare before him.
 
Muscles weak, Orihime collapsed onto her side, splashing down into the mortifying mixture of her own fem-cum and Kyo’s jizz as she rolled onto her front. Her eyelids were clogged with spunk and she could barely see what was in front of her. Nevertheless, as her defilers load warmed her guts and sunk into her skin, Orihime thought she could make out an effeminate figure standing in the classroom doorway. Desperate to get away, knowing she had to escape now or never at all she began to crawl towards it, a trail of humiliation being left behind her. With every inch she moved, the blurry figure stepped back. Orihime’s lips opened, strings of semen decorating her mouth..
 
“W-wait!” The pleading word, so packed full with emotion, was meant for both the person ahead and the unrelenting grip of Kyo’s hand as it latched onto her leg, spreading her wide as she clawed at the ground and he positioned himself.
 
As he turned away and ran, Ichigo’s last sight was of a tarnished and stained Orihime reaching out towards him while a malevolent Kyo took aim between her legs. 
 
“Y-you can’t go there! NO!” Her cries echoed out behind him, the light from the classroom fading as his steps thundered in his ears while failing to block them out as tears ran down his cheeks. “That’s for Ichi-KYO! HNNGHK, Ichigo, Ichigo, ICHIGO!”
 



 
“Ichigo?”
 
His head didn’t move, the hustle and bustle of the school cafeteria washing over him as the despondent youth simply… existed. His lunch, some kind of curry with rice, went untouched as the same voice which had haunted him for the last couple of nights worriedly prodded for his attention.
 
Ichigo could hear her. He just couldn’t bear to look at her.
 
Gracefully, Orihime sank down into the chair at his side, nibbling at her lip as he still refused to look in her direction. Whatever she had experienced over the last couple of days, nothing about her seemed to have changed. Her chest ached as her concern was met with sullen silence but she didn’t know what to do.
 
“Are you not hungry? You haven’t touched your food…”
 
Ichigo didn’t budge, shoulders curling inwards as he heard her sigh in disappointment before starting to play with her own bizarre meal of mishmashed foods and sauces.
 
“I haven’t seen you over the last couple of days… I thought you might have been avoiding me?” 
 
‘I was.’
 
Her soulful orbs flicked in his direction but failed to spot the whitening of his knuckles, expression blank as she hummed.
 
“It’s okay, I get that you’re busy. Rukia must have been keeping you to herself with all your soul reaper stuff.”
 
Thoughts of the hilariously short and quick to anger lieutenant were overridden with her moaning body, lathered in cum as she was rode like a mare across his own bed, hickeys decorating her neck and back as she begged for more and laughed at her friend's misery.
 
“You know I’m always here to talk, i-if you want!”
 
Ichigo almost broke right there, eyes lifting up to stare out the corner and see the absolute joy boom across her elegant face as she noticed his long absent attention. He wet his lips, swallowing and opening up, ready to come clean and-
 
“Oi.”
 
A shadow lanced across their table and Ichigo’s body went ice cold as he noticed the slowly quieting cafeteria around them, a multitude of eyes flying their way as Orihime blinked owlishly before jolting as a hand came crashing down on her shoulder. Whatever he was about to say died a swift death as the babe sitting next to him slowly, creakingly tilted her head back to see the menacing behemoth towering over her.
 
“Oh… h-hello, Kyo…”
 
“Hiiii~ Orihime~” His smile oozed danger as his other hand mirrored the first and began to innocently massage her shoulders. “I’ve been looking for you.”
 
Orihime’s eyes clouded and her tongue swept over her lips, briefly looking Ichigo’s way before returning to the patiently waiting bully behind her.
 
“Ah, sorry? I was just here talking to Ich… igo…” Her voice trailed off as she realized just how deadly still her friend had become, his chest barely moving as he tried to disappear into thin air.
 
“Oh? How convenient, when I couldn’t find you I decided to look for our Dear Ichigo and here he is! Munching away, happy as can be.”
 
Kyo’s purr made the poor, waife like red head shudder, hands shaking as Orihime bit her lip and pushed back against the slab of meat behind her.
 
“Kyo-” Her own deep inhale cut her off, a result of Kyo’s hands slipping down from her shoulders to dive inwards, discarding her tie like it was nothing as he started to undo her buttons. “You promised to leave him alone!”
 
Despite the protectiveness in her voice, Ichigo couldn’t help but notice the way her shoulders pushed back, pressing her breasts into Kyo’s grubby mitts as her cleavage was exposed to the entire cafeteria and he slipped inside. Past the white noise of his panic, Ichigo noted the growing buzz of their fellow students as they watched on. A few had the decency to look away, but the rest leaned forward.
 
“Oh my God, is that Inoue? I thought she had a crush on Kurosaki…”
“Holy crap, is she-!?”
“I can see her nipples! Bro, I told you Orihime was a freak!”
“That poor girl, Kyo-sama won’t be kind.”
 
This and more pried its way into his head as he turned back to the now clearly public spectacle beside him, heart thundering as he gulped and kept quiet.
 
“Promise?” Kyo hummed tauntingly, smirking as she huffed and squirmed thanks to his hands spreading out across her braless chest. “Oh, right! Our deal. But Orihime, you haven’t upheld your end yet, so why should I?”
 
Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, face red as she looked nervously around the fully packed and utterly unsubtle cafeteria.
 
“Umm, m-maybe we could take this somewhere else? I swear-”
 
“Nooo, no, no.” Kyo cut her off, pinching her nipples to full stiffness before dropping underneath to weigh her as the points stuck out to the salivating audience. “I’ve waited long enough. Either assume the position or Casper the whimpering faggot over there isn’t gonna have a good time…”
 
Orihime’s uneasiness was clear to see but anyone watching could see the moment she gave in, looking away from all the expectant eyes even as her thighs rubbed together.
 
“Right… Excuse me, Ichigo, but could you look away?” Her soft request made his eyes widen as she unhappily started to stand, leaning forward until her breasts were practically falling out of her top and her hands were about to press against the table.
 
“Uh uh!” Kyo tutted, hands leaving her tits to grab onto her waist, squeezing her lush curves as he slipped under her top and ran his thumb beneath the hem of her short skirt. “Panties first.”
 
A healthy blush overtook her features but Orihime obeyed, whimpering in embarrassment as she pulled up her own skirt to grasp a pair of bright pink panties dotted with strawberries. Lifting one leg, the humiliated, panting beauty quickly slipped them off before letting them drop down to one ankle. Motioning to crouch, the firm hands on her waist made that impossible, leaving Orihime with no choice but to step back from the table and bend down at a ninety degree angle, tits wobbling as her skirt slid up the back of her thighs and Ichigo heard gasps, right as he remembered that there were also people behind them.
 
“Holy shit!”
“She’s dripping!”
 
The click of someone's phone camera made Orihime squeak as she sped up to pull away with her discarded underwear, breath heavy as it was held up and over her shoulder to a visibly amused Kyo who graciously palmed the balled up garment before pressing it to his nose.
 
“Mmmmm~ FUCK that never gets old, someone’s extra wet today. Hey, shrimp dick, did you know?” Kyo sneered as his massive hand swung around the clap Ichigo across the back of his head, almost sending the boy face first into his cold food. “When Orihime gets really excited, she starts to reek of peaches!”
 
“Don’t.” Orihime demanded, pushing her shelf like ass back against the threatening bulge buried behind his trousers as his palms slid over her trim belly.
 
“Stop acting like you’re against this.” He growled.
 
Orihime’s skin exploded into a scarlett hue as Kyo took the front of her skirt and lifted, holding it up as her hands clenched indecisively at her sides while her glistening pussy was put on display for all the noticeably aroused students who couldn’t close their mouths. The whole room stilled at their first look of her pristine cunny before erupting with activity, each and every riled up body in sight scrambling for their phones before what seemed like a wall of flashes blinded the two redheads.
 
Dazed, embarrassed and soaked, Orihime obeyed the insistent nudge against her back as she stepped back to the table and bent forward over her food, tongue on display as her excited breaths mingled with the hormone filled room. Cool air brushed over her steaming pussy lips as her skirt was flipped up and over her backside. Her feet shuffled wider instinctively as she heard the familiar sound of a zipper being undone before something thick, flared and eager sidled itself up against her mound. Knowing what was about to come, even as the various students jeering and insults faded into the background as they filmed oher degradation, Orihime had only one thought on her mind.
 
“Don’t worry about me, Ichigo!” Her head turned to the side and Orihime smiled, calm, accepting, loving as she met the dull and hopeless eyes of her crush, his face drained of colour as he watched her being mounted for everyone to see. “You work so hard and you go through so much pain, if this means you’re even just that smallest bit safer, I’ll do it happily!”
 
“But I don’t want this…” Ichigo whispered.
 
“Don’t lie to yourself.” ‘SPLAT!’
 
Ichigo flinched as the balled up wad of pussy stained underwear slapped down wetly in front of him, causing him to look away for only a second before returning to the sight of Orihime ferociously gritting her teeth, hands clawing at the table as Kyo used his grip on her waist to relentlessly impale her gorgeous figure on his organ straining shaft.
 
Snarling, the beefy bully hunched himself over Orihime’s slim back and shoved, planting himself balls deep into her gushing depths as the molten hot walls did their best to squeeze the life from him. Ichigo saw the exact moment he pushed against the struggling girl's cervix, her legs straightening and her back arched as her fat ass jerked into a series of wobbles while she spasmed through the first floor staining orgasm.
 
Without hesitation, Kyo pulled himself back to the tip before ramming back in, finally getting something other than a breathless wheeze as Orihime threw her head back and howled, ginger hair whipping through the air as his hips slowly picked up the place until they were slamming against her. The meat of her rear visibly rippled at the force he was putting into it, showing no mercy as the energy traveled all the way up her body to send her tits jumping around behind her almost entirely unbuttoned uniform. The camera flashes started up again as the students around them caught a lucky snap of her rosy, bullet-like nipples as they danced around in front of her ecstasy ridden face.
 
Ichigo thought his ears might start bleeding as the only thing overpowering his erratic heartbeat as it drummed against his brain was the powerful clap-clap-clap of Kyo brutalising Orihime’s cunt while he moaned, giving her ass a meaty ‘SLAP’ that had her squealing through another juicy orgasm.
 
“THIS IS THE DIFFERENCE, ICHIGO!” Kyo cried out jubilantly, panting for air like a wild beast as Orihime bucked in his hands, noisily jostling the table. “You sit on the sidelines, a wimp, a loser, while I take feisty, untamed sluts like this and FUCK them! Can you hear her moaning? She’s so wet she’s practically a fountain, all these people can see her being exposed for the shameless whore she is and what are you doing? NOTHING! You’re just gonna sit there, like a good little boy while I BREED, THIS, SLOPPY, PUSSY!”
 
Orihime’s wailing kicked up a pitch and her torso was forced down as Kyo leaned in further, increasing the weights of his thrusts until her legs were bowed, leaving her in the scandalous position with her face down and her ass UP!
 
“I~I~Ichigo’sh n~n~not a, a, LOSHER!” 
 
Ichigo nearly threw up, scorning the excitement pounding through his veins as he looked at a hazy eyed Orihime, her tongue hanging free from her lips as she lewdly smiled for all the cameras recording her public defilement, slurring her words through the cock spurred waves of pleasure that washed away an IQ point with every push.
 
“He’sh brave~ he’sh kind~ he’sh. He’sh-”
 
“HE’S! A! CUCK!”
 
Ichigo hardly had time to blink as Kyo pulled back, an obscene ‘SCHLORP’ sounding from Orihime’s pussy as it was abruptly emptied of all schlong, right before he grunted and speared himself into her asshole.
 
With a banshee like screech Orihime came, collapsing fully onto the table as food squelched against her stomach and her dainty firsts started to pound on the table like a child having a tantrum. The roaring, red hot pain of Kyo’s inhuman bitch breaker stretching open her backdoor and rearranging her shit pipe barely registered before the swift and unrelenting rush of masochistic pleasure swept it away, mixing the burn with the electricity sparking from her cunt, causing the floodgates to truly open as she squirted across the floor while everyone gasped.
 
Some kind of switch had clearly been flipped as Orihime’s wild eyes rolled backwards and her hips began to throw themselves back, slamming her curvy ass meat back against Kyo’s crotch while he hissed and met her in the middle, causing her curves to jiggle violently as she bounced back against his dick while two tennis ball sized nuts swung between her legs and wetly spanked her on the clit.
 
“He’s… he’s. HE’S!” Multiple groans of arousal spread throughout the room as those who had the guts to touch themselves with the free show they had been given found release due to the utterly broken, unimaginably lewd grin stretching the formerly innocent ginger’s cheeks.
 
“HE’S A CUCK!” She cried out for the entire school to hear.
 
Something in Ichigo snapped.
 
“He’s a cuck, he’s a cuck. Ichigo’s a cuuuuuck! FUCK FUCK FUCK, FUCK, don’t stop! Please Kyo, don’t stop fuck~ing meeeeeeeeeee~” She sang.
 
Kyo howled with laughter as he watched the beauty on his dick finally break, reaching forward to wrap her luscious hair around his hand like the reins it was meant to be and tug, jerking her neck back painfully and making her cry out with even more pleasure as her tits pancaked against the table, ass raising in the air and her feet pushed onto tiptoes while he proceeded to annihilate her cunt.
 
“Don’t get ahead of yourself slut, thinking you can tell ME what to do! I’ll fuck this loose, nasty asshole as much as I want!” Grunting from the pleasure, Kyo buried himself into her guts, bulging her creamy, toned belly slightly as he molded her ironsides to foit him while she screamed for more.
 
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry Sir, I’m sorry Kyo-sama~ please fuck my slutty ass as much as you want! Can Ichigo see? Is he watching? Is he thinking less of meeeee?” Orihime gurgled as Kyo snorted, not even sparing the boy in question a glance as he focused on splitting her in two.
 
“Yeah, he’s a cuck, remember? He’s fucking loving it! Now pose for all your loving fans!” ‘SLAP!’
 
Orihime squeaked and shifted, creakingly moving her pleasure racked body until her cock drunk eyes were facing up towards the ceiling, as if she was trying to see Kyo as her tongue stuck out and her hands came up in two shuddering peace signs. The camera’s intensified as they all tried to capture Orihime’s sheer, depraved ahegao for themselves, panting like horny dogs as she smiled with her mouth wide open.
 
“THANK YOU FOR COMING! PLEASHE KEEP FILMING THISH SHLUTTY ORIHIME, MASTER KYO’SH TWITCHING IN MY DIRTY LITTLE ASH’HOLE AND I THINK-HE’SH-GONNA-CUM!”
 
“Fuck yeah I am you nasty, ditzy bimbo cum bucket!” His fingers slid closer to her scalp and Orihime spluttered as he took her by the skull and wrenched, folding her backwards horrifically while her spine bent painfully and his nuts started to clench. “HERE! IT! FUCKING! COME’S!”
 
With those last few pumps Kyo crushed his hips to the sweat, quivering meat of her ass and came, cock widening and making her seize as his spasming nuts came to rest against the warm, sticky meat of her thighs. No one in the room even tried to breathe as Orihime shivered and bega to keen, her voice making them shiver as they all got to witness Kyo start disgorging his thick, creamy load into her bowels. A single obscene ‘SLOSH’ became a series as gallon after gallon of bitch breeding spunk hosed down her twisting, spasming insides, filling her to the brim and then some as the pressure of all that nut gunk minimally inflated her stomach before being forced out backwards by the pressure.
 
Multiple lenses watching from behind the rutting couple caught the exact moment Kyo’s chunky load started to leak out around his shaft, dripping down Orihime’s ass crack and onto the backs of her legs as she shivered uncontrollably and grunted, signifying her resistance to Kyo’s scraping shaft as it fearlessly withdrew. The second he cleared her now gaping anus it tightened, rejecting the possibility of any milk leaking out even as he stroked his shaft to let the last few spurts paint her expansive backside, even reaching up to her middle back while staining the fabric of her skirt in his essence.
 
“Oi… you think she’s gonna be able to hold that in forever?”
 
Ichigo was practically dead weight as Kyo gripped him by the back of the neck and forced him to face Orihime’s slumped, desecrated ass cheeks. A single thick finger pointed down at the table.
 
Obediently, with an impossibly loud ‘SQUELCH’ Ichigo grabbed the forgotten panties balled up next to his plate. Under Kyos’ grinning, dominant expression, he didn’t utter a sound as he took one of Orihime’s cheeks in hand and spread her open, hearing her moan weakly as he took the soiled underwear and started to stuff it into her weeping asshole. Vaguely, a part of Ichigo noted the miasma gathering in his soul, a full dwelling of hatred weighing him down even as his face was pressed flush against his friends slightly wobbling derrière while every push of his fingers plugged her jizz stuffed chute that little bit more, causing her to coo brainlessly.
 
Waiting until he had finished the job, Kyo did up his trousers before stepping back, admiring the scene and basking under everyones slowly returning senses as he cockily turned away to start heading for the door. The silence he left behind was deafening, everyone stuck within a lust driven daze as the violated ginger lay ruined at the end of the cafeteria.
 
Everyone was focused on her. Everyone, except for a pair of dead, shattered eyes. Left with no emotion. Only conviction.
 



 
No matter where he walked, everyone got out of his way. Even in the oppressive crowds of the train station, human instincts took the helm and so, Kyo made his way unmolested. Salarymen stepped out of his path, women kept their eyes on the ground as he raked them over with his eyes and the children froze at the sheer presence he exuded as submission littered the wakes of his walk. Even the officers on duty didn’t say a word as he hopped the gates without paying, never needing a ticket as he snarled in their direction while heading towards the platform.
 
‘Fucking Yoruichi.’ Kyo grumbled to himself, back straight and proud as his hands slid inside his pockets and the vibration of an approaching train spurred the rest of the sheep to gather around him. ‘I told her to sort herself out and come pick me up. Gotta get creative with her punishment though, the kinky bitch is enjoying herself far too much.’
 
Around the corner came the headlights of the train, people queueing with Kyo rightfully at the front, bored with nothing to stare at aside from the tracks. Several highschoolers and even a few of the MILF’s had caught his eye and he’d definitely considered dragging them along to his seat for a little ‘play time’ during the trip. It wasn’t necessary though, his appetite still too satisfied from the mess he’d left behind at school to make the effort worth it.
 
Just the thought of Orihime splayed out, dripping with his spunk as Ichigo looked on made him lick his lips.
 
‘You know what...’ His lips pulled back over his teeth as he caught the eyes of a mother with her young son, tits filled to the brim with milka s she noticed his predatory stare that sent a series of primal signals through her pudgy yet absolutely yummy body. ‘Maybe I am a little hungry.’
 
Making a note of which door she would enter through, Kyo’s brow lifted as the train’s headlights approached at a rapid pace. Readying himself to board, the horny thug was confronted with something he hadn’t dealt with in a long time.
 
It happened as the massive metal monstrosity charged closer and the solid concrete under his feet disappeared. Everything moved in slow motion, his body turning in the air as the sensation of two twin, shaking impacts registered against the beefy skin of his back. Disbelieving eyes drifted over the crowd of slow to realise passengers, their eyes just beginning to widen as screams built in their throats while he sailed through the air.
 
The wind from the approaching train pressed against his cheek and Kyo’s last look at the living world was of uncaring eyes and a lithe figure, darting backwards through the sheep as everyone was too distracted with what was happening right in front of them.
 
He never felt any pain. The fear was distant, removed. Only a single thought marked his passing from the world.
 
‘Well played.’
 
The splattering of organs and crunching of bones, thankfully, never even graced his nerves. He was dead long before the signals could reach his brain.
 



 
Author's note: Thank you for reading! This series  was one of the first commissions I ever got, way back when I had first started writing. It had quite a noticeable shift in tone as the first chapter was commissioned by a different person compared to the follow ups and honestly, there were a few things about the original that made me feel uncomfortable, even to this day. I’m very lucky that the one who picked this up had tastes more fitting with my own and I’m incredibly grateful to him for supporting these releases all this time.


I would like to say, this is not the end. I have full intention of continuing this story in its follow up sequel which will explore more of the women from the soul society as well as focusing on Kyo’s perspective rather than Ichigo’s. Hopefully you’ll stick around and I’m looking forward to hearing your response. Ciao!


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