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Accidental Heroine	By : Whackybiscuit Category: Bleach > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 21666 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter Sixteen: The Bondage Vigilante's Dreams
The Next Day….
Hueco Mundo
"Master Halibel!"
The new Queen of Las Noches looked up from her throne to see one of her subordinates, Mila Rose, enter the throne room. The fortress of Las Noches was in the middle of rebuilding after the Soul Reapers had left. Much of the palace had been demolished thanks to Yammy and the process had been slow going. To make matters worse, her rule was coming to blows with a certain cabal of Hollows….
Standing up from her new throne, Halibel jumped down to greet her friend. "What is it?" she asked.
Mila Rose bowed respectfully before explaining her reason for her interruption. "Apacci and I were digging around Szayelapporo's old lab and we found a weird hole in the ground. Sung-Sun thinks it leads to a secret lab or something."
Halibel tapped her chin as she processed the news. "I see. That is quite intriguing. I'd assumed all of his possessions had been stolen by that lunatic Soul Reaper who killed him. For him to miss this it must be important…." She began to walk away, her destination the deceased Octava's palace. "Come, Mila Rose. Let's see what was so important that Szayelapporo felt the need to hide it so well."
The two traveled to what remained of the chief scientist of Las Noches. The place had been completely leveled from the war but Apacci and Mila Rose had done a good job in clearing most of the rubble. She saw that in the center of the ruined palace was a large hole in the ground. Beside a panting Apacci was a large metal door. "This thing…huff…huff…" Apacci panted. "This thing does not come off easily…."
Mila Rose rolled her eyes. "Perhaps you shouldn't try punching your way through every obstacle…"
"Shut up, Mila Rose!" Apacci angrily shouted.
Halibel held up her hand, silencing the quarreling girls. "Enough. Good job uncovering this, Apacci. Do you know what's inside it?"
"Sung-Sun decided to check it out while I took a breather," Apacci answered.
As if on cue, the third member of Halibel's entourage popped her head out of the hole. "Oh. Master Halibel. You're here already."
"Hello, Sung-Sun. What have you to report?" Halibel inquired.
Climbing out of the hole, Sung-Sun brushed herself off. The artificial sun made her olive-green hair shine in the light. "Yes, ma'am. It's pretty large down there. I can't believe he managed to hide it like this."
"Anything of note?" she asked.
"Hmm…well…." Sung-Sun remembered what she saw and was rather perplexed by it. "There's a body down there. It looked like it was hooked up to some tube. I can't really explain anything further."
Deciding to see it for her own eyes, Halibel jumped into the hole and let gravity take the reins. She fell quite a bit a ways before she touched the ground gracefully. As she did, motion-activated lights came on, revealing the spacious lab. Her subordinates joined her and they all stared in shock when they saw the huge body lying in the middle of it. "Master Halibel…" Mila Rose turned to her Queen. "Isn't that-"
"Yes…" Halibel said, walking over to the dead cadaver. "It's Grand Fisher."
The corpse of the infamous Hollow lay on the ground. Its two halves were stitched back together. Halibel noted several tubes were imbedded into a long, cylindrical tube. "I don't get it," Apacci said out loud. "What's this guy doing down here?" She knew that Grand Fisher was among the first of Hollows to remove their masks, counted as an early failure. She knew of his demise but not much else. "What did Szayelapporo want with him?"
"Hmmm…" Halibel hummed as she walked around the corpse. "Obviously Grand Fisher's body wound up back here after he was killed. Szayellaporo must've retrieved it on Aizen's orders. But the question is why?" she asked to nobody in particular. She put a hand on the dead Hollow's head and frowned behind her mask. "Grand Fisher was one of Aizen's early failures. He was killed by the Substitute Soul Reaper's father and had no value in recording any data. So why did he go to all the trouble to get him? And hide him down here no less?"
She followed the long tubes that led to the cylinder that was lying on the ground. The tube was large enough to fit her in it but she noticed that it had a hole in the middle of it. She crouched down and noted the debris. "Whatever broke this did it from the inside," she said.
The Tres Bestia looked around, wondering if whatever broke the tube was still down here. "Do you know what was inside?" Sung-Sun asked.
Halibel walked over to the monitor and examined it. "Hmm…from Szayellaporo's notes, I'd say he was trying to extract something from Grand Fisher." Of what she couldn't say as the monitor sparked and burst into flame, the destruction of the palace causing its circuitry to fail. "Well that was a bust."
"What should we do, Master Halibel?"
The blonde Arrancar shook her head. "As curious as this is, it does not seem like a matter that should concern us. Whatever it was that the man was working on it seemed that it died with him. Leave Grand Fisher here to rot. We've other matters to concern ourselves with."
Nodding in unison the Tres Bestia followed their master up out of the whole, leaving the carcass of Grand Fisher to rot. They all wondered what Aizen and Szayelapporo had been trying to do but decided that it didn't concern them….
Meanwhile….
Orihime's Apartment
Ichigo sighed in disbelief as she watched the news. Everyone seemed to be trying to find the so called Bondage Vigilante and everyone was scrutinizing over every video of her. She was actually amused by the rapid theories people had for the vigilante's origins. Some thought that she was some genetic experiment on the loose while others speculated she was a byproduct of some arcane cult due to her scandalous attire.
She looked over at the calendar and scowled. Yoruichi was still recuperating after using up so much energy the night before, meaning she couldn't find the time to search for a cure. Ichigo curled up into a ball and mentally reached out to the suit. She could stand the suit. It'd taken her some time and adjustment but it had sort of grown on her. But she wanted to go home and for that she needed to be Ichigo Kurosaki and not Ichika Inoue.
Yoruichi's advice rolled around in her head. In a way, Ichigo knew she was right and that she was letting her loathing and self-consciousness get the better of her. But she was afraid. She was afraid that her father would be angry at her for not showing up after all this time. What could she possibly say to him? She highly doubted saying she was sorry would be apology enough. And what about Yuzu and Karin, her sisters? What could she possibly say to them to justify her absence?
And that wasn't even the worst part….
The door opened up and Orihime walked in, tired from a day at the bakery. "Hey, Ichigo!" she merrily welcomed before seeing the downtrodden look on her genderbended friend's face. "What's the matter?" She'd thought Ichigo had become accustomed to her life by now. The look on her face said otherwise.
Ichigo took another glance at the calendar and sighed. "…It's going to be the day my mother died in three weeks," she said, curling up into a ball on the couch. "My family goes to her grave every year…."
Orihime looked at Ichigo saddened. Tatsuki had told her all about how important Ichigo's mother meant to him and how much he looked forward to going to her grave with the rest of her family. "I'm…I'm sorry, Ichigo," Orihime said, sitting down next to her. She hated seeing Ichigo like this. Not for the first time she cursed the armor around Ichigo which cursed her into this nightmare. "You really miss your mother, don't you?"
Nodding, Ichigo let Orihime pull her close and laid her head on her shoulder. "I miss her now more than ever. And now I can't even go see her with the rest of my family…" she lamented. "I'm just glad she couldn't see me like this. She'd be ashamed of me…."
The orangette hugged her depressed friend and shook her head. "You're wrong. Your mother would love you all the same." 'I know she would. Because I love you, Ichigo, even as you are….' She turned to the clock and saw how late it was getting. "Here. I know you don't want to be alone, Ichigo. So why don't you sleep beside me tonight?" she asked.
Nodding, Ichigo slid her hands into Orihime's and squeezed. She was grateful for Orihime's kindness and warmth. She was exactly the friend Ichigo needed when she needed a friend the most just like Chad. 'Maybe I have been overthinking it…' she thought as Orihime led her into her bedroom. The two girls changed into their pajamas, Ichigo's armor morphing into a set of pink pajamas and they got into bed. Ichigo closed her eyes as she laid next to Orihime, feeling her warmth settle next to her. Closing her eyes she thought of her mother. Right now her heart yearned to see her mother's smile again. The yearning gnawed at Ichigo until she fell into a restless sleep, dreaming of bygone days. As she fell asleep she curled up next to Orihime who gladly wrapped her arms around her and held her close.
Unbeknownst to the two orangettes they were not alone. A lone figure slipped into the apartment and looked around. Setting down a bag, the intruder pulled out several items and headed for the bedroom. Upon seeing the sleeping teens, the intruder gave a wide smile before pulling out a canister of knockout gas. Affixing the top to a large tube that fed into a mask, the trespasser turned on the spray and stalked towards the two, careful not to wake them up. Carefully as the intruder could, it put the mask onto Orihime's face. Orihime's eyes opened when she felt something on her face but her panic melted into sleep in an instant, falling into a deep, deep slumber from which she wouldn't wake from for a while. Shutting off the gas, the intruder pulled back the covers and turned to the other orangette in the bed. Smiling, she reached out and caressed the girl's face before injecting a needle into her neck. The purple liquid the syringe contained was shot into the genderbended Ichigo's neck. The attacker smiled as she withdrew the needle. Now whatever Ichigo saw, heard or felt for the next few hours would feel like a dream.
And what a pleasant dream it was going to be….
Minutes later….
Ichigo opened her eyes and yawned, feeling drowsy. She felt her head on something soft and realized she wasn't in Orihime's bed anymore. Looking up, she gasped in complete shock from the person smiling down at her.
"Mom?"
Masaki Kurosaki ran her hand through Ichigo's hair as she looked down at her genderbended child. She wore a white robe and had no shoes on, her eyes looking down at Ichigo with love. "Hello, Ichigo."
Tears began to well up in Ichigo's eyes. The sight of her mother now of all times made her heart clench in pain. "Is this a dream?"
"Yes."
Ichigo squeezed her eyes shut and cried. For just a moment she thought she had her mother back. Again that drowsy feeling she was having reiterated the fact that this was a dream to her.
Patting her head, Masaki leaned down and kissed her daughter's forehead. "But it is a good dream."
Ichigo sat up and turned away. "Mom…what you must think of me. I…I'm so sorry…" Ichigo said, trying to cover herself. "I...I never meant for any of this to happen," she said, tears of shame running down her face.
Masaki reached around and hugged her child, holding her tightly just like she did when Ichigo was a little boy. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, Ichigo. I'm so sorry that you've had to endure this on your own," she said, burying her face in her child's long hair.
Ichigo turned around and hugged her mother. It didn't matter if this was a dream. To be held by Masaki one more time was something that Ichigo always yearned for. "How…how can you say that? I've…I've had so much happen to me. Everybody in town thinks I'm some lewd freak. Hollows keep trying to have their way with me. And I…" Ichigo choked as she continued, "I can't even let Dad or my sisters know I'm okay."
"Ichigo, you're being far too hard on yourself," Masaki whispered, holding Ichigo tight while her hand soothingly ran though her hair. "You have been doing right by your friends. You've helped others and have no reason to be sorry at all. You've saved lives." She pulled away and looked down at her daughter. "Show me your armor," she requested.
Hesitant, Ichigo looked at her mother before relenting, figuring again that this was just a dream. Her clothes flashed and revealed their true form. Masaki's eyes widened by a hair at her genderbended child's new appearance. "My, oh my," she said. "That is…certainly something."
Ichigo's eyes watered again as she looked away. She felt so horrible, sitting there in front of her mother in this sorry excuse for clothing. She jumped when she felt Masaki's hand reached around her to undo the clasp to her ballgag. "Mom…I feel like a freak."
Masaki looked over Ichigo up and down, understanding her dilemma. "So what? Did you think that I would think less of you for something you have no control over?" she asked.
"Well…no but-"
Ichigo felt a finger to her chin and her head was tipped up. She stared at her mother as Masaki drew close, her warm breath touching her face. "Ichigo. I told you that you don't need to be ashamed anymore. I love you no matter what." Her hands cupped the girl's face and she leaned forward. "I will take all of your pain away."
Ichigo was stunned as her mother kissed her, her soft lips pressing against hers. Ichigo wanted to fight back but her mother's soothing touch made her melt in her arms. When Masaki broke the kiss Ichigo looked at her mother perplexed. "Mom?"
Sitting back, Masaki smiled warmly at her child. "Ichigo. I'm your mother. It's my job to make all those bad feelings inside you go away." She leaned in for another kiss, pushing Ichigo onto her back and lying on top of her. She gently removed Ichigo's goggles and her hairpins before smoothly grasping her shoulders.
The girl beneath the brunette melted into her mother's embrace and kiss, unable to comprehend what was happening. She should've felt mortified that her mother was kissing her but after having so many crazy encounters, having her mother comfort her in this manner didn't feel that odd. She reached for Masaki and ran her hands through her hair. Masaki reached around and undid the tie to her breastplates, letting her remove them and toss them to the floor. "My goodness, my Ichigo's become such a grown woman," she teased, cupping Ichigo's breasts and squeezing them.
"Mom…I'm not…how can you say that?" Ichigo asked, a little bit shocked by how easily her mother was accepting her genderbending. "You gave birth to a son. I-"
Masaki smiled as she put a finger to her child's lips. "Ichigo. You're my flesh and blood. I don't care whether you're a boy or a girl. I still love you regardless. Here," she said, leaning down and pushed Ichigo's tits up. "Let me show you."
Ichigo cooed as her mother dipped her tongue out and started to lick Ichigo's breasts. "Mom…" she breathed, clutching Masaki's shoulders while the brunette tenderly licked her breasts.
After switching to Ichigo's neglected boob and licking it like a scoop of ice cream, Masaki sat up and undid the tie to her robe. Ichigo stared as she realized her mother had nothing on beneath the robe. Masaki shrugged out of the robe and tossed it to the floor. She laid back against the other side of the couch and beckoned for Ichigo to come. The girl sat up and crawled over to her mother. "Come, Ichigo," Masaki said, guiding her child's head to her breasts. "Suckle me, just like you did when you were a baby."
Too lost in the roller coaster of emotions she was experiencing, Ichigo willingly obliged her mother. She wrapped her lips around one of Masaki's hardened pink nipples and began to suck tenderly. She moaned into Masaki's boob as her mother ran a hand through her hair.
"Oh yes…" Masaki moaned, her legs rubbing together. She quickly pulled Ichigo away from her breast and kissed her sweetly before sitting up. "Ichigo, I want you to do me a special favor," she said with her soft smile.
"What is it, Mom?" Ichigo asked.
"Could you turn around and bend over the side of the couch. And please put your arms behind your back. Please?" Masaki asked with an innocent face.
Not sensing anything nefarious from her mother, the orangette willingly obliged. She turned around and laid back on the armrest of the sofa, her butt sticking out as she crossed her hands behind her back. She suddenly realized the position she was in, however, when Masaki tied her hands behind her back. "Mom! What are you doing?"
"Ichigo, I just told you. I'm gonna take all those bad feelings you have and turn them into something nice," Masaki said as she reached into the bag at her feet for another item. "I know that you've had some dirty fun with your friends. Such a naughty girl…" Masaki whispered into her daughter's ear. When Ichigo felt something rub against her ass, she felt sweat run down her back. "Mama spank."
SMACK!
Ichigo gasped in surprise when her mother paddled her, the sound echoing throughout the darkened apartment. She writhed and groaned as her mother spanked her, the mother licking her lips as she made her child's ass red as her name. She noticed that Ichigo's thong started to get wet and smiled. "Is my little girl feeling good?"
"Um…" Ichigo blushed madly at the realization that she was starting to find pleasure from her mother spanking her.
Masaki leaned forward and pressed herself against Ichigo's back. "Do you want to cum, Ichigo? All you have to do is ask," she whispered. "Don't be afraid to feel good."
Ichigo couldn't hold it in anymore. After experiencing the pleasures of the flesh and the dark intensity of bondage, she couldn't fight back the need gnawing at her. "Please, Mom!" she cried out, not caring if she was being slutty. "Please make me feel good!"
Smiling tenderly, Masaki undid Ichigo's restraints and pulled off Ichigo's thong. Getting off the couch, Masaki offered Ichigo her hand. Ichigo let her mother help her up before being led to the futon on the floor. She laid down in front of her mother and shivered as she crawled on top of her. This felt so unnatural and yet…Ichigo didn't want this dream to stop. Even if it was in such an odd way, Masaki was still helping Ichigo past her fears.
Laying down on top of Ichigo, Masaki pushed her knee into Ichigo's cunt and wrapped her arms around the girl as she shivered in ecstasy. "Now you do me," she said. Ichigo in turn pressed her knee against her wet pussy.
Mother and child moaned in unison as they pleasured each other. Their breasts rubbed together, making the heat inside them become intense. Masaki plundered her child's mouth with her tongue, exciting the girl in ways she never thought possible. Her hands gripped Masaki's ass as she pressed her knee harder.
Already sensitive thanks to Masaki's paddling, Ichigo reached climax in no time. "Mom! I'm cumming!" she groaned before climaxing.
Masaki watched as Ichigo's face distorted with pleasure before she felt her knee get wet. She patted Ichigo cheek as the orangette panted for breath, her chest heaving. "Did that feel good, Ichigo?"
"Yeah," Ichigo panted, clinging to her mother. "That felt amazing."
"See? It's not so bad, is it?" Masaki sat up and spread Ichigo's legs. Laying back, she pressed her pussy against Ichigo's and together the two Kurosakis started the sensual act of scissoring. Reaching into the bag again, Masaki pulled out a pink vibrator and pressed against their grinding pussies. "Oh yes…" she moaned.
"Ahhh!" Ichigo cried out, throwing her head back as her body moved beyond her control. "Mom! Don't! If you make me cum again," she panted, gripping the futon as she struggled to keep her mind from melting. "I'll pass out!"
Masaki merely chuckled before pressing the vibrator on a higher setting. "Don't fight it, Ichigo," she said, her hips moving in tandem with Ichigo's. "Ohhhh…"
When Masaki turned the vibrator to the highest setting Ichigo saw stars. "Ohhhhh!" she moaned in unison with her mother. Her toes curled and her back arched as the pleasure once more overwhelmed her. "OHHHHHH!"
Masaki rolled her eyes into the back of her head as she came together with her child. Their pussies became soaked as they gushed all over each other, the toy buzzing between them making the ecstasy feel exquisite.
Slumping back against the futon, Ichigo panted and felt sleep begin to take her again. Masaki sat up and cradled Ichigo in her arms. Her eyes drooping, Ichigo stared up at her mother wearily. "Mom…"
The brunette kissed Ichigo's forehead while rocking her gently back and forth just like she did when Ichigo was a baby. "I love you, Ichigo. And your father loves you too. Never forget that. No matter what happens to you we will always love you."
Smiling, Ichigo closed her eyes and fell asleep in her mother's arms, her heart at peace with herself at last thanks to her mother's warm smile….
The Next Morning….
Ichigo sat up and yawned, wiping the sleep from her eyes. She found herself back in Orihime's bed, still in her pajamas. Orihime was already up and making breakfast, the sounds of her cooking coming from the kitchen. She looked down at herself and realized it had all been a wet dream. "Mom…" she whispered, still feeling the warmth of her kiss on her forehead.
"I love you, Ichigo. And your father loves you too. Never forget that. No matter what happens to you we will always love you."
Ichigo sat at the edge of the bed and thought about her mother and the words the dream Masaki had imparted to her. The words gave Ichigo the courage she forgot she had and she found her resolve.
She knew what she needed to do.
Later….
Kurosaki Clinic
Steeling her nerve, Ichigo stood at her doorstep and knocked on the door. Waiting, she bit down on her lip nervously while fidgeting.
The door opened up and Isshin Kurosaki stepped out of the doorway. "Hello, can I…help…you…" Isshin's jaw dropped when he recognized the girl from photos Yoruichi provided. "Ichigo?'
"Hi, Dad…" Ichigo mumbled, looking down at the ground. "I'm…I'm sorry I haven't come sooner. I just-"
Ichigo was interrupted when Isshin pulled her into a warm hug. "I'm just glad to see you home," Isshin said, holding her tightly. "Welcome home, Ichigo."
Tears falling down her face, Ichigo hugged her father in return. "I'm home, Dad…."
Meanwhile….
Masaki watched as her genderbended child and husband entered the house as she stood on an adjacent rooftop. She was happy that she could help her daughter one last time. After returning Ichigo to Orihime's bed, she's snuck into her home and spoke to Isshin and comforted her husband one last time, grateful to be in his arms again.
The other person on the rooftop looked at Masaki with a skeptical look. "I still don't believe it. Exactly how did Aizen bring you back to life?"
Masaki looked at Yoruichi and shrugged. "I'm not quite sure. From what I gathered, my Soul was devoured by Grand Fisher. After Isshin killed him, his body returned to Hueco Mundo."
"That part I pretty much guessed," Yoruichi said. "But you're telling me that Aizen was able to pull you out of Grand Fisher's body?"
"I don't claim to understand it all but Aizen was able to reform my body by using some special machines. He pulled my essence out of Grand Fisher and mixed Hollow DNA into my body in order for me to reform my devoured body by using High-Speed Regeneration. That's how I was able to use a Garganta and escape Hueco Mundo after I awoke in that metal sarcophagus."
"I see…" Yoruichi mused, rattling around the info in her head. "But why did Aizen bring you back? And why did you have sex with Ichigo?" she asked. "I'm not trying to question your parenting skills but…."
Masaki gave Yoruichi a sad smile. "I'm afraid that…Aizen had an ulterior motive for bringing me back. He thought he could use me to…serve his baser needs…" she said disgustingly. "He was planning on using me as a way to break Ichigo. While I was trapped in that sarcophagus my mind was subjected with all manner of sick thoughts and projections." She turned back to her home and smiled. "I know it was wrong but I'm glad I was able to use those thoughts to help Ichigo."
Yoruichi gave her an understanding nod. Using his mother to break Ichigo was certainly something Aizen would do. "You know you can go down there; be a mother again. We can find you a Gigai to live in and-"
But Masaki shook her head and opened her robe a little, revealing something that Ichigo had been too drowsy to notice the night before. The middle of her chest was starting to form a Hollow hole. "I'm…afraid I can't do that. I'm a Quincy and now my DNA is mixed with Hollow's. It won't be long before my new body breaks down."
A sad silence fell upon the two. Yoruichi wished that Kisuke was here; he might have been able to save Masaki. But now there was only one way to save her from having her soul break down.
Masaki looked back at her home one last time before Yoruichi sent her to the Soul Society. "Yoruichi?"
"Yes?" the werecat answered as she prepared a spell to purify Masaki's soul.
"Please look after my Ichigo."
Yoruichi nodded. "As if she was my own child."
Masaki saw her daughter in her room one final time before she disappeared in a flash of light, comforted by the knowledge that Ichigo would be just fine.
To be continued
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