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Accidental Heroine	By : Whackybiscuit Category: Bleach > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 21673 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter Twelve: The Bondage Vigilante's Job
The Next Day….
Karakura High School; 3:45 PM
Ichigo and Orihime walked out of their school, another day of class ending. Thankfully for Ichigo, the rumors about her and Chad were starting to die down and she was able to convince most of her class that they weren't in love.
It weighed heavily on Ichigo's mind that the Thirteen Court Guard Squads were still hunting her. She feared what would happen if the worst occurred, that she would be captured and brought to the Soul Society. No doubt the captains would be mortified that Ichigo, the savior who'd defeated Aizen, had become a woman trapped in a suit of bondage armor.
'They tried to kill Rukia for transferring her powers…what are they going to do if they catch me?'
Orihime looked at her friend and knew that she was worried. Like Ichigo she was scared that Ichigo might get caught and taken away, their run-in with Rangiku a harrowing moment. Had it not been for Yoruichi's foresight Ichigo would've been discovered. "Are you okay, Ichigo?" she asked. "You look worried."
Telling herself to stop lying to her friends, Ichigo shook her head. "I'm…okay. I'm just worried that I'll meet a Soul Reaper and get put into a situation I can't get out of. I can't be lucky every time," she said glumly.
Together they walked past the entrance to Ichigo's school. To the girl's surprise though, she saw a familiar van parked nearby. When she saw the woman standing next to the van, her heart sank once more. "Ikumi…."
Orihime stopped and turned to look at Ichigo's boss. "She's been coming here for the past few days now. She keeps asking where you are," she explained. "I…didn't know how to tell you. You already had enough on your plate, Ichigo."
Staring at her boss, Ichigo felt shame eat at her all over again. Ikumi may have been a workaholic but she always treated Ichigo kindly, almost like he was her little brother. She knew that it must've been a burden for her since her helper had dropped off the face of the earth.
Seeing Ikumi get back in her van and drive off, Ichigo came to a decision. She may not be able to make it up to her sisters for being absent, but she could make it up to Ikumi. She owed her that much.
"Hey, Orihime?" Ichigo asked.
"Yes?"
"You're not working at the bakery tomorrow, right?"
Orihime shook her head. "No, why?"
"How would you like to get a part-time job with me?"
The Next Day….Unagiya Residence
Ichigo took a deep breath before knocking at Ikumi's door. Orihime stood next to her, willing to lend a hand for this task.
"Hold up!" said a voice from inside the house. "I'll be right there!" The door opened up and there stood Ikumi Unagiya. She smiled when she saw Orihime, recognizing Ichigo's friend. "Oh, hello, Ms. Inoue. What brings you here? And who's your friend?"
Ichigo bowed respectfully. "Um…hello, Ms. Unagiya. I'm Orihime's cousin, Ichika Inoue. Can we come in?"
"Sure, come in."
Ikumi lead them into her home and sat them both down on her couch. Sitting down in a chair opposite them, Ikumi crossed her arms and looked at the two orangettes. "So what can I do for you today, ladies?"
"Well..." Ichigo started, "We're friends with Ichigo and…we know that you're in need of help since he left for Naruwaki City. So…Orihime and I wanted to know if maybe we can help take some of the load off by helping you."
Ikumi looked at the girls and sighed. "It's true, Ichigo leaving has left me shorthanded. I wish he'd told me that he was leaving. It was so out of the blue…." She then smiled at the two. "Thank you, girls. I'd be happy to hire you on part-time, at least for the day. I appreciate you doing this on your friend's behalf. It's good to see that Ichigo's got good friends." She stood up and shook Ichigo's hand and then Orihime's. "I'm currently in the middle of reorganizing my office. You can help me with that and then I've another job out in town you can join me on."
For the next few hours, Ichigo and Orihime helped Ikumi move boxes in and out of her office, helping her organize her records and new furniture. When they were finished, the three sat back down in the living room to take a breather. "Thanks, girls," Ikumi said, handing them both bottles of water.
"You're welcome," they both said. They heard the door open up and in walked Ikumi's son, Kaoru.
"Hi, Mom," Kaoru said as he entered. He saw the two girls sitting on the couch and blushed. "Um…hi?" he said, blushing from the cute girls staring at him.
"Oh, don't mind them, Kaoru," Ikumi said, getting up and hugging her son. "These are my helpers for today. They're Ichigo's friends, Orihime and Ichika Inoue."
"Hi," Kaoru said. "It's nice to meet you."
Ikumi turned to her helpers. "One sec, ladies. I need to go grab the address for the job. It'll take a few hours," she said, noticing the sun going down. "I hope you girls don't mind being out late."
"We don't mind," Orihime said, having fun helping Ikumi.
As Ikumi went to her office, Kaoru sat down in the chair and smiled at the two. "Thank you for helping my mom," he thanked.
"You're welcome," Ichigo said, glad to see Kaoru happy. "We wanted to help take some of the load off her shoulders."
"Your mom is really nice," Orihime added. "She's a really good employer."
Kaoru smiled. "Yeah, you two are nice too for helping her out."
Ichigo's curiosity got the better of her. "So…what did you think of Ichigo?"
The boy's expression turned sour. "I didn't like Ichigo. He was lazy and rude to me and my Mom. I know Mom's sad he's gone but I'm not."
Orihime turned to see Ichigo and saw her trying to keep her anger kept within. She took hold of her hand and squeezed, calming her down.
Ikumi came back into the room with the address in her hand. "Okay, girls. Let's go. Kaoru, I left you a plate in the fridge to heat up for dinner. Will you be alright for a few hours?"
"I'll be fine, Mom."
Getting up, the two orangettes walked out of the house with Ikumi and climbed into her van. After a fifteen minute drive, they got out and looked up. They were standing in front of a lavish building, with a logo that had a woman's high heel on it. "Where are we?" Ichigo asked.
Ikumi walked past her and pointed to the door. "This is the modeling company called Geisha Heels. I was contracted to help them model for a few hours. They didn't say why but they said that they only hire out to independent contractors for models."
"Why?" Orihime asked.
"Apparently the boss finds it cheap and doesn't have to enter into any messy contracts by hiring models up front." Ikumi opened the door and let the two girls go in first. Walking into the lobby, the dark-haired woman walked up to the front desk. "Hello, I'm Ikumi Unagiya. I'm here about the job you hired me for?"
The secretary smiled and nodded. "Yes ma'am. We've been expecting you. I see you brought help," she said, gesturing to Ichigo and Orihime. "Madam Hecuba was only expecting you, ma'am."
"Will there be a problem?" Ikumi asked.
"Oh no!" The secretary shook her head. "In fact, I believe Madam Hecuba will be most satisfied. The more the merrier!" She gestured to the elevator. "Please head on up to the top floor."
Thanking the secretary, the girls got into the elevator and went up to the fifth floor. Getting off, they walked down a hallway filled with exotic plants and paintings and entered the main room. They saw that the large room had been converted into a photo studio with a bed in the middle and a wide array of cameras surrounding the bed.
Near the window was a short woman in a plum-colored yukata talking to four women in business suits. When Ikumi cleared her throat the woman in the yukata turned and smiled at her guests; Ichigo and Orihime both noticed how she was dressed like a geisha. "Well now, you must be Ikumi Unagiya." Walking over to her employee she shook the woman's hand. "It's so very nice to meet you, my dear. Thank you so much for coming." She noticed her helpers and her smile grew wider. "And who are these lovely flowers?" she asked.
"These are Orihime and Ichika Inoue. They're my helpers for the day. They won't be a problem, will they?" Ikumi asked, knowing that the job originally called for her and her alone.
Madame Hecuba waved her hand dismissingly. "No my dear, this is perfect! Fortune smiles on me today!" She walked over to Ichigo and Orihime and shook their hands. "Thank you so much for coming, dearies. I promise that you'll get your just rewards after tonight."
Ichigo found that to be a little ominous but shook the geisha's hand regardless. "Thank you for having us ma'am. So…we're going to model for you?"
"Why of course!" the geisha said with a smile. She turned to the other two and elaborated. "You see, my dears, I'm in the midst of multiple transactions, one of them being a supplier of photos of a magazine. So I'm going to hire the three of you to act as underwear models."
Orihime stammered at the statement. "Un…underwear models?"
Patting her head, Madame Hecuba merely continued to smile. "Come now, my dear. Isn't it every high school girl's dream to be a model? And there's no need to fret. The magazine being published is on the other side of the country. It's highly doubtful that your classmates will see you. And besides, if you do plan on ever becoming a model with that exquisite body of yours it'll look good on a resume."
Orihime figured that the woman had a point and nodded. "Okay."
"Wonderful!" Madame Hecuba turned to her bodyguards and started issuing orders. "Get three sets of underwear for our employees. And get the cameras ready." Three of the women left the room and came back each with a small bag. "There's changing rooms in the back for you ladies. Don't dawdle now, you're on the clock!" she said happily, herding the three women into the backroom.
As soon as the door closed behind the three Madame Hecuba turned to her four bodyguards and grinned evilly, giving them additional commands.
The three found themselves in a large room, racks of clothes on one side of the wall and three changing rooms on the other side. Ichigo watched as Ikumi and Orihime stepped into theirs and pulled the curtains back. She looked down at the bag and pulled out the red bra and panties, gulping as her heart raced. They looked expensive, feeling the soft fabric at her fingertips. Sure, she said she'd help Ikumi but this was pushing the limit. 'You'd think I'd be used to wearing underwear considering I walk around in a thong most of the time….'
Still, something about all this seemed very strange to Ichigo. She couldn't put her finger on it but there was something off about all of this. She looked down at her clothes and whispered to her battle raiment. "Hey! Can you turn into this?" she asked out of caution.
The suit obliged and in a flash her shirt and jeans became exact replicas of the expensive underwear Ichigo had in her hands. Putting the articles of clothing back into her bag, Ichigo tossed it to the side and waited for Ikumi and Orihime to emerge, feeling a little self-conscious. She saw the curtains to both Ikumi and Orihime's rooms open up and they stepped out in their new underwear.
Ichigo couldn't' fight back the blush when she saw Ikumi in her black bra and panties. Because she'd always been at odds with Ikumi or helping her, she'd never really appreciated how much of a woman she really was. But seeing her long legs, her wide thighs that led to her camel-toe and her mature breasts straining against her bra made Ichigo have lewd thoughts all over again. Orihime was in a similar situation, wearing pink bra and panties.
The three scantily-clad women walked back into the main room. Madame Hecuba was sitting in a large recliner while her bodyguards finished setting up the room. She smiled when she saw the three in her garments and clapped. "My, how lovely you three look. This will be a cakewalk." She got up and walked over to Ichigo, taking her by the hand. "You first, Ichika. Don't worry," she said patting her shoulder when she saw how nervous Ichigo was. "We're not going to have you do anything scandalous." She directed her to a wall that had a camera pointing at it. "We'll just have you pose for a few shots and then move on to your friends."
Swallowing the lump in her throat, Ichigo nodded, putting on a brave face. 'Thank god Rukia isn't here to see this. She'd die laughing….'
One by one the bodyguard behind the camera took photos of Ichigo, taking close-ups of her breasts, her ass and her hips. Madame Hecuba had Ichigo strike a few poses before asking her to step to the side, letting Orihime do the next set of photos. Orihime giggled as they took the photos, having always wanted to be a model. After she was done, Madame Hecuba guided Ikumi and had her be photographed on the bed, striking a few sexy photos that made Ichigo and Orihime blush but they figured by the look on her face that this might've not been the first time she did a photoshoot.
When Madame Hecuba took her hands off the camera she smiled and nodded. "That'll do perfectly. That should be enough pictures for the magazine. Well done, ladies…."
Ichigo breathed a sigh of relief, glad that it was over. But as she sat in a chair, she noticed how two of Madame Hecuba's bodyguards were standing in front of the door….
Hopping off the bed, Ikumi smiled and shook Madame Hecuba's hand. "Thank you for your service, ma'am. Now if you'll excuse us, I need to get these girls home and I need to put my son to bed…" Ikumi said, gesturing for Ichigo and Orihime to get up and follow her to the changing room. But when one of Madame Hecuba's bodyguards barred her way, she blinked in confusion. "Um…excuse us?"
In an instant, all three women were surrounded by the four bodyguards, tasers in their hands. "What are you doing?" Orihime gasped, scared.
Madame Hecuba sat back down and pulled out a fan, hiding her wicked grin behind it. "Oh no, my dears, I haven't released you from my employment yet. The night is still so young…."
Ikumi whirled around and glared at the woman. "What is this? The job you hired me for-"
"Was just a lie, I'm afraid," Madame Hecuba said, her eyes narrowing as she looked at the three beautiful girls. "I wasn't lying when I said that I was busy with multiple transactions. One them was to the small-time underwear catalog and another is to my bosses in the Yakuza."
Despite the dangers she'd braved in her life, Ichigo froze when she heard the word Yakuza. Unlike Hollows which acted singularly and could be dispatched as such by herself, the Yakuza were a very dangerous organization to get tangled up with, even for her; Ichigo was only Human after all. She balled her fists and glared at the geisha. "I get it. This whole place is a front for the Yakuza."
Fanning herself, Madame Hecuba nodded. "You're very sharp, young lady. That's correct. The Yakuza may not care much for Karakura Town in matters such as drugs and capital, but when it comes to the sex and pornography business they all come to me."
Ikumi shivered, realizing she'd just led two innocent girls into the hands of the Japanese mafia. "What are you going to do to us?" she asked, weary of the tasers pointed at them.
"If you cooperate, Ms. Unagiya, then no harm will come to you. Well…not yet anyway," she snapped her fan closed and her beautiful face became ugly by the wicked smile on her face. "After I sell you three as sex slaves, then your safety is out of my hands."
"Sex slaves?!" Orihime gasped, wishing she hadn't left her hairpins in the dressing room.
"You picked the wrong night to help your friend out, Ms. Inoue, I'm afraid…" Madame Hecuba taunted before pointing her fan at Ikumi. "A MILF will sell nicely on the black market but…" she pointed her fan at the two orangettes, "Two beautiful teenage girls with exotic natural orange hair? That will fetch me a lot of profit. But that is for the future," she turned to her bodyguard. "If you'd please take them to the bed? We've videos to make."
Under the threat of the tasers, Ichigo, Orihime and Ikumi were led to the large king-sized bed. "What videos?" Ikumi asked.
"Like I said, Ms. Unagiya, I'm in the pornography business as well. And my clients would like to see what goods they are buying before purchasing them. So, you three will be making a special exhibition video."
"And if we refuse?" Ikumi said while glaring at her.
All Madame Hecuba did was smile. "I think you know the answer."
"Play along!" Ichigo hissed into her ear, Orihime listening in. When Ikumi turned her head baffled Ichigo whispered some more. "Just play along until I can figure out a way to get us out of this." Ikumi's eyes flicked over to Orihime who nodded confidently. Ichigo knew she had to wait for the opportune moment in order to save them. If she transformed now her identity as the Bondage Vigilante would be revealed and it'd bring the wrath of the Yakuza down on all of her friends.
Sighing in defeat, Ikumi decided to put her trust into the two girls. Looking up, Ikumi nodded. "Alright, you win. We won't resist. What do you want us to do?" she asked.
The geisha nodded happily, glad to see that the woman saw things her way. "Splendid. For starters, why don't you three get into the mood?" she suggested before the cameras all around the three started to record.
Knowing she had to sell the lie that they were submitting to their inevitable fate, Ichigo scooted to the side of Ikumi and turned her boss's head, praying she'd forgive her when this was over and finished. Ikumi's eyes widened as Ichigo kissed her, claiming the woman's lips. Orihime sidled up to Ikumi's unoccupied side and ran her hand up Ikumi's toned belly, remembering the pleasure of the night with Rangiku, She ignored the cameras and the lecherous look on Madame Hecuba's face and turned Ikumi's head to kiss her as well.
Putting her trust into the girls and knowing they had no other option than to play along for now, Ikumi kissed Orihime back. Her hand rubbed the teen's smooth leg while she groped her own breast, her fingers slipping under the black undergarment.
"Oho?" Madame Hecuba grinned. "I like the way you girls get into it," she said pleased as Ikumi traded kisses with Ichigo and Orihime. "More foreplay, if you'd please?"
Nodding, Ichigo reached behind Ikumi and unclasped her bra. Ikumi shrugged out of it and laid down on the bed, cooing softly as Ichigo and Orihime started to play with her firm breasts. Remembering how good it felt when Yoruichi and Soi-Fon did it to her, Ichigo leaned down and started to lick her nipple, teasing it with her wet tongue. Orihime paid more attention to Ikumi's long legs, kissing her inner thigh before spreading her legs wide, her hands gently touching her.
Ikumi lay on the bed and closed her eyes, whispering Ichigo's fake name as she nibbled on her tit, suckling her like a little baby. She reached up and ran her hand across Ichigo's back, her hands unclasping her red bra. Ichigo removed her lips from her nipple and looked up at a camera, cupping her breasts as she shrugged out of it. Compared to everything else that's happened to her, putting on a show in front of a camera felt like nothing. Orihime likewise shed her bra, leaning across Ikumi's body to kiss Ichigo, her mind filling with dirty thoughts. She reached for Ichigo's panties and tugged them down, licking her lips as she slid them down. Ikumi reached up and ran a finger up Ichigo's pussy, making her shiver.
The two orangettes reached for Ikumi's panties and together they quickly pulled it away, tossing it to the floor. Orihime leaned back and pulled her panties off as well, joining the other two women in front of the camera in nudity. Getting between Ikumi's legs, Orihime leaned down and gave the woman's honeypot a gentle lick. Ikumi cooed at Orihime's tongue before Ichigo straddled her face, her womanhood inches from Ikumi's lips.
Gripping Ichigo's hips, Ikumi leaned up and slid her tongue into her genderbended employee's cunt, munching on her muff while Orihime did the same to hers. Ichigo squeezed her breasts together and moaned softly. For a woman who hadn't had sex in a long time, Ikumi sure knew how to work her tongue. "Ikumi…" she moaned, arching her back. "Lick my pussy…."
"Mmmmh…" Orihime moaned as she ate out the MILF, tasting her juices on her tongue as her pussy became wetter. "So good…."
Feeling Ikumi's tongue flick against her clit, Ichigo reached down and pinched Ikumi's nipples, teasing the mother further while the Ikumi buried her face in her cunt. Ikumi squeezed her eyes shut as she curled her toes, the tension inside her snapping thanks to Ichigo's teasing and Orihime's licking. "Mmmmhhhh!" she moaned into Ichigo's muff before she came.
Orihime pulled her face away and watched as Ikumi squirted, her juices landing on her breasts. "It's so warm…" she leaned down and caught the last squirt of juice into her mouth. "It's tasty…."
The three were interrupted when Madame Hecuba started clapping. "Well done," the geisha said with a devious smile. "This is getting even me aroused. You girls certainly do know how to put on a show." She turned to her bodyguards and grinned. "Why don't we head to the main event?" One of her bodyguards left the room momentarily left she turned back to her guests. "If there's one thing that my clients love, it's when they see a young girl get double penetrated. So…who'll be the lucky girl?" she asked with a smile.
Ikumi recovered from her orgasm and sat up, glaring at the woman. She opened her mouth and began to speak. She was going to tell her that she would be the one to get fucked, not wanting to put the two girls she'd foolishly dragged into this to be violated.
"I'll do it."
Ikumi blinked. The words had come not from her but from "Ichika". "But…Ichika," she said, stunned by the girl's bravery. "Are you sure?"
Ichigo nodded, having gotten used to being put into very compromising situations, though she was ashamed of it. She couldn't live it down if she'd violated her friend, the woman who'd always treated her like she was Ichigo's big sister. And neither did she wish to rob her friend Orihime of her innocence. No, it had to be her. "I'll do it…." She laid back and spread her legs in front of the camera, revealing her holes. "Orihime and Ikumi can fuck me."
The Yakuza woman grinned from ear to ear. "My goodness, that's some determination you've got there. Maybe I'll keep you for myself, Ichika…" she said with a wicked gleam in her eyes. The door opened up and the bodyguard came back with two strap-on dildos, tossing them to the bed as well as a bottle of lubricant. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Ichigo watched as Orihime and Ikumi put them on, the anxiety written all over their faces.
Sitting up, Ichigo crawled over to Orihime and kissed her, pushing her down onto her back while feeling the rubber toy rub against her wet entrance. "Just play along until I can change…" she whispered into Orihime's ear.
"You sure about this?" Orihime asked, gripping Ichigo's hips. "It'll hurt," she said, worried her and Ikumi might hurt her.
"I've endured worse."
Nodding and emboldened by Ichigo's bravery, Orihime gripped Ichigo's hips and began to thrust up into her tight pussy. Because the strap-ons were the double-ended kind, Orihime couldn't help but bite down on her lower lip when she felt the toy inside her own vagina to move. Ichigo sat back and started to bounce on Orihime's toy, her breasts bouncing as she willingly showed her debauchery in front of the camera. "Orihime…" she moaned, feeling her toy go deep. After all of the encounters she'd endured from the perverted Hollows this almost seemed normal. Almost….
Lubing up her strap-on, Ikumi came up from behind Ichigo and put her hands on her thighs, ceasing her bouncing. "Ichika, I'll try to go as slow as possible…" she whispered as she pushed the lubed-up toy against Ichigo's puckered entrance. "Take a deep breath. This is going to sting a bit…."
Ichigo gasped when Ikumi pushed into her asshole, her back arching as she felt both holes fill at the same time. Unlike the gelatinous Hollow that'd toyed with her, this wasn't gradual and Goobla-Khan's gel-dildos stretched her from the inside out. This was a fairly new experience. "Ahhhh!" she cried out as Ikumi pushed into her. Even with her slow pace and the lubricant it still hurt.
Ichigo collapsed on top of Orihime as the two women started to move inside her. The two women started off slow, Orihime pulling out as Ikumi pushed in. Soon the two found a comfortable rhythm as Ichigo's asshole lost all resistance, letting the MILF slide her toy in unhindered. The large bed started to rock as the three women began getting into it.
"Ahhhh…" Ichigo moaned lewdly, her tongue sticking out as she felt the pain in her ass turn to pleasure. "Yes!" she panted, holding onto Orihime like a life preserver. "Ikumiiiiii! Orihimeeee!" she moaned.
Sweat dripping down her back, Ikumi lay into Ichigo, her breasts rubbing against her naked back. With every thrust she felt her end of the toy push into her own pussy, making her pant as her hips moved faster and faster. Her hands reached around Ichigo to grab her breasts, squeezing them playfully while tearing up her ass. Orihime rolled her eyes into the back of her head as she felt the harness to the strap-on rub her clit, moaning incoherently as she gave in to the pleasure, her sex-face recorded on the cameras.
Ichigo's moans filled the room as her friends moved faster inside her, pumping in and out of her holes and making her body quiver and shake. Closing her eyes, Ichigo pushed herself up and pressed her back against Ikumi's breasts. Her arms raised to wrap around her neck, turning her head for another sensual kiss by her bossy's sweet lips. "Gonna cum…" she whispered, feeling Orihime's hand rub her clit.
"Me too…" Ikumi whispered, her hips moving with a mind of her own.
"I'm…I'm can't…hold it in!" Orihime moaned, arching her back. Together, all three women moaned when they reached climax together.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"
The three collapsed on the bed, Ichigo sandwiched between her naked friends. A groan escaped her when she felt Ikumi pull out of her asshole, a burning feeling hitting her when she felt her asshole be emptied of the toy. She picked herself up and got off of Orihime's toy, lying down on the bed next to her, panting like a bitch in heat.
"Splendid. Most splendid," Madame Hecuba said, gesturing for her bodyguards to turn off the cameras for now. "We've still a lot to film before I hand you over to the auction block so we'll keep going."
"Wait," Ichigo looked up. "Madame Hecuba?"
"Yes?" the geisha smiled. "Speak up, child. If it's a plea to be let go, I'm afraid that ship set sail the moment you stepped in here."
Hanging her head in defeat, Ichigo shook her head. "No…I…I need to pee…."
Rolling her eyes, Madame Hecuba turned to one of her bodyguards. "I suppose it can't be helped. I'd rather not have you ruin my sheets." She pointed at the naked girl and frowned. "Go take her to the bathroom. If she tries anything funny, give her some discipline so long as you don't damage my merchandise."
Ichigo grabbed her bra and panties and put them back on, ignoring the pain in her burning asshole. She followed the bodyguard down the hallway, limping from the pain shooting through her. But she ignored it. She only had one chance of escape and she had to take it now, lest her boss and her best friend be sold off as sex slaves. As they entered the bathroom, she called out to her disguised armor. 'Give me strength!' The bra and panties shivered around her body as they began to give her with her superhuman strength.
Opening up one of the stalls, the woman in the suit scowled at the girl. "You've five minutes," she said, threatening her with the taser. "Get in there and make it quick."
Ichigo moved faster than even the highly-trained bodyguard could react. Flashstepping behind her, she jumped up and kicked her in the back of the head. The woman let out a cry before she hit the wall, slumping to the floor unconscious. Ichigo would've felt sorry but then again this was the Yakuza she was dealing with. In an instant she summoned her combat raiment, somewhat glad to be back to normal. "Now then…for my friends…and that witch!"
Meanwhile….
Madame Hecuba was busy applying fresh lipstick to her lips while Ikumi and Orihime entertained her by scissoring on the bed, the cameras rolling once more. The geisha sat on a loveseat right in front of a large window, giving her a look over Karakura Town. She looked at the clock on the wall and her white-painted face turned sour. "She's taking too long. Where are they?"
CRASH!
UGHHH!" the Yakuza woman groaned when a high-heeled boot crashed through the window, a figure landing on her feet next to her. She looked up and saw a woman in a bondage outfit standing over her. "You!" she shouted, recognizing the so-called Bondage Vigilante. Ikumi and Orihime gasped in surprised when the saw the girl standing in front of them.
"This ends now!" Ichigo said through her ballgag, glaring at her through her goggles.
Her beautiful makeup ruined, the geisha pointed at Ichigo and shouted for her bodyguards. "Kill this bitch!"
The three bodyguards drew their tasers and closed in. But they were no match for Ichigo's rage, defeating them all in seconds.
Once her three bodyguards were defeated, Madame Hecuba reached into her pocket and pulled out a tiny pistol, aiming it at the girl when she turned to face her. "DIE, BITCH!"
Ikumi turned way when she heard the gunshot and the sound of a body crumpling, knowing their savior had been killed. But when she heard heels clicking along the floor coming towards them she dared opened her eyes.
Madame Hecuba lay flat on her back, knocked out from a kick to her head. She saw that the Bondage Vigilante was alive and well, her goggles stopping the bullet aimed at her face. Get your things and leave," the Bondage Vigilante said in a hurried voice. "Quickly! Before they regain consciousness!"
Nodding, the two women hopped up and dashed into the changing room, quickly putting their clothes back on. As they dashed out they saw the Bondage Vigilante deleting the videos from the cameras, smashing each one as she went along. "Wait!" Ikumi said, looking down the hall. "What about-"
"I've already freed your friend, Ichika. Hurry! I'll dispose of the evidence and make sure the Yakuza won't come after you."
Nodding, Orihime took Ikumi's hand and dashed away, making a break for the elevator. Ichigo quickly went about deleting all of the videos and ripped the photos of them to shreds. She then turned to the four women passed out on the floor and knew there was one more matter to attend to….
Meanwhile….
Ikumi looked around hurriedly. Nobody had stopped them as they calmly walked through the lobby, the secretary not even looking up at them from her desk. Opening the door, she looked around and felt fear grip her. "Where's Ichika?"
"Right here!"
Ikumi saw Ichigo waving over by her van. "C'mon! We need to leave!" Ikumi said, practically throwing the two into her van and speeding away. "How'd you escape?" she asked.
Ichigo gave her quick answer. "I tried to make a run for it but I got pinned to the wall. Just before I got tased, the Bondage Vigilante came out of nowhere and knocked her out. I made it out and ran over to the van. Oh…" she smiled at Ikumi. "She said not to worry about the Yakuza. She said she'd make sure that Madame Hecuba wouldn't come after us…"
Orihime noticed Ichigo pocket a memory-eraser device that Yoruichi had given her on the off chance someone discovered her identity. Ichigo kept the device hidden in one of the sleeves of bondage outfit.
Ikumi didn't stop until they'd made it back to her home. As soon as she turned off the engine, she pulled both girls into a big hug and started to cry. "Girls, I'm so sorry…" she whispered. "You wanted to help me and I ended up almost dooming you. Ichika…I'm so sorry…."
Ichigo hugged Ikumi back and patted her head. "It's alright, Ikumi. We're all okay and that's what matters."
Sighing, Ikumi dried her eyes and got out of her van. "I'd never imagined I'd see the Bondage Vigilante for my own eyes. If she hadn't come along, I don't want to think about what'd happen to us."
Orihime giggled. "She's a real hero!"
Ichigo looked away and blushed.
"She is. I'm in her debt…" Ikumi said with a smile. "Why don't I take you two home?" she offered. "
The three climbed back into her van and they sped away. Sitting in the passenger seat, Ichigo turned to Ikumi. "Hey, Ikumi, I know that today…dint' go as plan but if you need help tomorrow I'd be glad to help you."
Ikumi merely chuckled, wiping her sweaty brow. "You must live dangerously, Ichika."
"You have no idea…."
To be continued
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