... hips, taking him deeper inside. Ichigo hissed at the pleasure it brought him but tried to extricate himself from her grasp. He didn't want this...he didn't want her. He almost pulled all the way out of her body only to find that he was chained tightly to the bed and couldn't move any further. Yoruichi said nothing but her smile widened a bit.
As he struggled against his bondage, Ichigo felt the sharp and familiar sting of a leather whip across his skin and heard a woman's mocking laughter, "Kurosaki-kun...did you miss me?" Her question was accompanied by another lash and as his body tightened involuntarily, he felt her breath on his neck. "You'll never get away from us...ever. No matter how hard you struggle to be free, we'll ALWAYS own you." As she licked him from the back of his neck to his ear, Ichigo shuddered with pure revulsion...Orihime. Just looking at her, one would not automatically recognize her true nature; however, her innocent face and shapely body hid a soul as evil and dark as that freak who raped him. He hated this woman...why was she here?
Beneath him, Yoruichi wrapped her legs around his waist and slid him completely inside her. As Orihime beat him,...