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Accidental Heroine	By : Whackybiscuit Category: Bleach > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 21666 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter Seventeen: The Bondage Vigilante vs. The Vizards
The Next Day….
Karakura Town Rooftop
Ichigo stood up on top of an old building and surveyed the town before her, her heart free of the guilt that had plagued her for the past month. The rift between her and her family had mended. It'd been awkward, admitting to everything in front of her father; the suit, the Hollow fighting, the Soul Society hunting for her, the Fullbringers and all of the odd happenings.
Isshin had admitted that at first he was angry at Ichigo for not coming home. When they'd first talked, things had gotten very tense….
"Ichigo," Isshin said, staring at his son-turned-daughter on the couch in front of him with a stern eye. "Every day I was scared for you. Did you think I'd be angry at you? Did you really think I'd disown you or something?"
"I…" Ichigo started, unable to find the words as a lump formed in her throat. Swallowing it, Ichigo did her best to convey her emotions to her father. "I didn't know what to do…" she admitted. "When this first happened, I felt like a freak. I felt like I'd been robbed of everything. My body, my life, you, Yuzu and Karin. Everything. I didn't know how to face you like this; especially after all those pictures of me showed up on the internet."
"Yes…" Isshin said, shaking his head. "It was quite…embarrassing when I first saw that initial video of you on the news. You matched Yoruichi's description of your new armor."
"How could I come home? Not when I had to wear this stupid suit," she said, gesturing to her clothes. "And after everything that happened I just kept feeling more and more shame."
Isshin got up and sat down next to her, pulling her close. "You've nothing to be ashamed of. This isn't your fault, Ichigo. None of it. And you've been doing your best to make the most of this. I'm proud that you came home; I never cared how long it took."
Ichigo laid her head on her father's shoulder and sighed. "Thanks, Dad…."
Ichigo was still living with Orihime as she had already become accustomed to keeping her company and there was still the matter with Yuzu and Karin. Regardless, Ichigo felt happier than she'd felt in a long time; she even ignored the skimpy outfit she wore.
She jumped off the rooftop and looked up at the sky. Night had fallen on Karakura Town and the place was starting to go to sleep. Ichigo hadn't been alerted to any Hollow attacks lately so she figured that something must be up. She landed on another rooftop and wondered if she should return to Yoruichi for more training or to leave the woman alone while she continued researching a way to restore Ichigo to normal.
She walked all the way across the rooftop, however, when her goggles lit up. "Hollow! Hollow!" they squawked, indicating a Hollow near Ichigo. Ichigo whirled around just in time to see a foot come at her stomach. "Oof!" she went as she hit the ground. "What the hell?"
"Haha! Take that, Bondage Vigilante!" triumphantly shouted Ichigo's attacker. "There's only room for one hero in Karakura Town and that's me! Super Mask!"
Ichigo deadpanned. The attacker was a woman and had on a bright pink gymnast's one-piece outfit with a cape that flapped in the breeze. She wore arm-length gloves but what caught Ichigo's eye was the mask she wore; it looked sort of like something out of the Power Rangers. "Who are you?" she asked as she got up.
Super Mask pointed a finger at Ichigo. "Didn't you hear me? I'm Super Mask!" the girl shouted, striking a pose. "And I'm here to take your place as hero of Karakura Town, you bondage-wearing pervert!"
All Ichigo could do was shake her head in dismay. That voice and those mannerisms could only belong to one person. "Mashiro?"
Super Mask gasped and stepped back. "What? How could you possibly know who I am? You're not a Soul Reaper, are you?"
Scoffing, Ichigo pointed to her outfit. "Does this look like a Soul Reaper's uniform?"
Shaking her head, Super Mask (AKA Mashiro) put her hands on her hips and tried to look heroic in front of the girl, oblivious to the knowledge that it was her old friend, Ichigo. "It doesn't matter. Soon I will become the rightful hero of Karakura Town!"
"Wait, what do you mean by "rightful hero", Mashiro?"
"It's Super Mask, you dummy! And it's all your fault!" Super Mask pouted. "I'd never thought of being a hero before. But then you came along and stole all the spotlight! I was so jealous! Now I'm gonna beat you! And when I do everyone will know that I'm the better hero," she said defiantly.
"Um…" Ichigo cocked her head and just stared at Super Mask in dismay. "I think your priorities are a little messed up, Mashiro…."
"It's Super Mask!" the masked girl shouted before putting up a fighting stance. "Mashir- I mean…Super Mask Super Punch!"
Ichigo was caught off guard when the girl punched her in the stomach, sending her sprawling. The breath was knocked out of her as she hit the ground. She suddenly realized the danger she was in. Mashiro wasn't playing around. Her eyes widened when she saw Super Mask jump into the air and pointed her boot at Ichigo's head.
"Super Mask…Super Stomp!"
The ground cracked as Ichigo dodged it, rolling out of the way. Regaining her breath, she kicked Mashiro away and put up a defensive stance. She knew why Mashiro was so strong. She wasn't just fighting her; she was fighting Ichigo while Hollowfied. 'This is bad…' Ichigo thought as she dodged another kick. She elbowed Mashiro in the face but it did little to faze her. Mashiro grabbed Ichigo's arm and hurled her away. Ichigo was unable to grab the ledge and fell down into the alley below, unfortunately hitting the trashcans on the way down. It was lucky for her that the suit enhanced her endurance or she would've been in serious danger. 'This is really bad. Shinji told me that Mashiro could keep her mask on for fifteen hours! Which means I can't outlast her. And I know that she's holding back even in her Hollowfied state. What do I do?'
"Super Mask Drop Kick!"
The masked Vizard lunged at the vigilante, intending on kicking her face in. Ichigo Flashstepped away and tried to outrun her but Mashiro was relentless. She chased her down into a condemned building and cornered her in a room once Ichigo had nowhere left to go. "Knock it off!" she shouted as she kicked Mashiro in the face, knocking her into a wall.
"You're a coward! Stop trying to run!" Super Mask retorted as she lunged for Ichigo. The two hit the ground and struggled, Ichigo finding Mashiro's Hollowfied strength almost too much. Soon the Vizard had Ichigo pinned and settled onto her stomach, keeping Ichigo's wrists pinned to the floor with her boots. "Now then, let's see who's hiding behind those goggles!"
As Mashiro reached for Ichigo's headwear, the genderbended girl concentrated her suit's energy into her lets and she lifted her leg up. Mashiro yelped as Ichigo's boot hit the back of her head, subsequently breaking her mask from the lack of concentration. Ichigo found her strength and threw Mashiro off of her. As she sat up she ripped off her sleeves and gloves. Then she took off her armor breastplates.
"Hey! You broke my mask! You jerk!" Mashiro vehemently shouted. She tried to cover her face again before she noticed Ichigo's naked breasts. "Um…why're you stripping?" she asked out of confusion.
Ichigo couldn't help but smirk. She remembered all the times Mashiro beat the crud out of her back when she was training with Shinji and the other Vizards; and now she'd tried to beat her up for some asinine reason. "Payback…" Ichigo said, invigorated by the suit.
Mashiro put on her mask again but Ichigo was faster. By the time Ichigo was finished punching Mashiro the girl had a half dozen lumps on her face and a black eye. Tiring out, Ichigo dropped Mashiro to the ground and turned away, her discarded garments reappearing. "I'm going home," the weary vigilante said, walking out of the dilapidated room and heading for the exit.
"Not yet, you're not."
Ichigo heard the voice but it was too late. She turned around just as a sharp whip cracked against her ass, the sound echoing throughout the condemned building. Stumbling onto her knees, Ichigo looked up to see who else had attacked her before gaping as the attacker made herself known. "Lisa?"
Her high-heeled boots clicking on the wooden floor, the Vizard smiled down at Ichigo. Her outfit was similar to Ichigo's and reflected her perverted nature. Dressed in black leather, Lisa stood before the vigilante with her breasts exposed through her black bra. She wore elbow-length black gloves and had on a thong like Ichigo's. In her hands was a sinister black whip and she carried a bag on her back that contained other items that Ichigo could only guess had an insidious nature.
"So you're the Bondage Vigilante," Lisa said, smirking at Ichigo as she got to her feet. "You're even hotter in person."
'What do you want with me?" Ichigo asked, nervous of the bondage-dressed Vizard.
Lisa's smile widened as she uncurled the whip. "I just want to play a little. Mashiro is never in the mood anymore and my other friend Hiyori is so vicious I have to muzzle her beforehand. So I came to have some fun with you."
Ichigo crossed her arms and glared at her friend. "Forget it. I'm not into that stuff."
A gloved finger pointed at Ichigo's outfit. "Your attire says otherwise."
"Yeah. I get that a lot," Ichigo countered, rolling her eyes. "Now leave me alone."
"No," Lisa said bluntly before cracking the whip. Ichigo yelped when a sudden burst of pain exploded from her thigh, a red mark signaling where Lisa had whipped her. Cracking her knuckles, Ichigo decided she had enough strength left for one more round. "Have it your way…."
Lisa put up a defensive stance as Ichigo charged her before reaching into the bag for another item. In a flash Lisa lashed out with her whip. Ichigo was unable to stop her forward momentum and was struck in the chest by the weapon, her armor plates being knocked off of her. When Ichigo took a step back Lisa unleashed her next weapon. Ichigo cried out in pain when she felt something hit her sensitive breasts again. A stinging pain hit Ichigo and she looked down.
The Vizard was using a modified version of a dart whip. However, instead of a deadly blade Lisa had opted to use a nipple clamp. "Owww!" Ichigo groaned in pain before grabbing the chain. "Knock it off!"
CRACK!
A whip attack to her legs made Ichigo drop to her knees, her breast stretching out in pain as Lisa pulled on the dart rope, grinning as she forced the Bondage Vigilante to her knees. "By the time I'm done, you're gonna be calling me Mistress."
Ichigo yelped when Lisa pulled back on the rope dart, the clamp painfully popping off of her nipple. Getting angry at the abuse, Ichigo steeled herself and Flashstepped behind the woman, intending on kicking her ass.
Unfortunately, the universe had other ideas. Ichigo had underestimated the stability in the rotted wooden floor beneath her feet and as soon as she put most of her weight onto one foot it went right through the floor. Lisa realized Ichigo was behind her and turned around, her hand slapping Ichigo in the face. Ichigo quickly pulled her foot out of the hole in the floor but when she looked up she saw Lisa no longer in front of her.
CRACK!
Another whip strike to her ass made Ichigo cry out in pain, her ass getting sore by now. "So you can Flashstep like us. How strange. But it's over."
"Not yet it's not!" Ichigo shouted, throwing a punch.
But again, the difference in combat ability between empowered Humans and Soul Reapers became clear when Lisa threw up a spell. "Tsuriboshi."
Ichigo soon became entangled inside a sticky spider wet of blue spirit energy. "Hey! Let me out of this!"
Lisa Flashstepped behind Ichigo and uncurled her whip. While Ichigo continued to struggle against the sticky web she started to assault her ass with more whipping.
"Ahhhh!" Ichigo cried out with each crack of the whip. The sharp pain made her groan and struggle harder against the Kidō spell. Lisa soon diverted her attention to Ichigo's naked back, whipping her there for good measure. By the time Lisa stopped, her backside was covered in red lash marks.
Curling the whip, Lisa walked over the restrained Ichigo and was satisfied to see her no longer struggling. "Give up?" she asked, palming her reddened ass.
"Screw you!" Ichigo spat, returning to struggling against the spider web.
Lisa focused her attention downward to Ichigo's thong, noting how wet it'd become. At first Lisa had thought that the vigilante had wet herself but she smiled when she realized what it was. "You know, you sure got turned on for someone who was against it…" she whispered into the girl's ear, ripping off Ichigo's thong. "You really are a bondage lover after all."
"No!" Ichigo defiantly said, shivers running down her spine when she felt Lisa's hands palm her ass. "I don't like this!" she shouted, only to gasp in surprise when Lisa plunged two fingers into her cunt. She cried out as Lisa pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy, the lewd noises filling her ears.
"Oh really? You're so wet down here though. I think that deep down you craved to be dominated…" Lisa teased before withdrawing her fingers. She started to smack Ichigo's sore ass, making her round cheeks ripple from her spanking.
Ichigo grit her teeth and concentrated her strength into her legs. As hard as she could she pulled against the spell keeping her restrained and to her relief it finally gave. She tore herself off of it and kicked Lisa in the stomach, sending the Vizard sprawling onto her back. Ripping off the leftover blue spider webs on her arms, Ichigo steadied herself on her shaky legs. Lisa's whipping had done its toll and Ichigo felt that her legs might give out. Grabbing the fallen whip, Ichigo chucked it into the room where Mashiro was lying unconscious.
Lisa got up and shrugged off any shock from Ichigo's counterattack. She was amazed by the girl's strength but that made her want to conquer her even more. Reaching into her pack she grabbed her next weapon. She smirked as she drew her sword.
But…well…calling it a sword was a bit of a stretch….
The genderbended vigilante gawked at what was in Vizard's hands. In her hands was an extremely long dildo, its bright purple color contrasting against its wielder's dark leather outfit. "Where the hell did you get that?!" Ichigo stammered; she knew Lisa was kinky but this was pushing the limits of her imagination.
Gripping her "sword", Lisa grinned. "You'd be amazed what you can find on the internet. As to what I'm about to do with it, you'll find out soon enough."
"Like hell!" Ichigo shouted, putting up a defensive stance as Lisa attacked her. The Vizard swung her weapon at Ichigo, who deftly ducked only to take a knee to the chin. Shacking it off, Ichigo started to attack Lisa with strikes of her own, intending on breaking her perverted weapon as she blocked it. Whatever it was made of though, Lisa's toy was made of stern stuff, the girl using it to deflect Ichigo's blows.
A smack to the face caught Ichigo off guard and knocked her into the wall. To Ichigo's unfortunate dismay, her arm got trapped in a hole in the wall, leaving her stuck. Seeing the grin on Lisa's face, Ichigo tried to kick her away but the Vizard caught her leg, the tip of her weapon lowering.
The hallway rang with Ichigo's cry as Lisa plunged the tip of her sword into her wet cunt. Ichigo couldn't help but moan through her ballgag from the feeling of her pussy being invaded by the toy. She managed to pull her arm out of the hole in the wall but Lisa let go of the dildo-sword. When Ichigo reached to pull it out of her, Lisa grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. Another sticky spell later and Ichigo found herself once more in a precarious position. Grabbing the toy still inside Ichigo, Lisa started to plunge it in and out. "How does it feel?" Lisa teased. Wanting to goad Ichigo further into giving into her dark urges, Lisa started to lick Ichigo's breasts, her free hand reaching up to trace the ballgag around Ichigo's lips.
"Ughhhh…" Ichigo groaned, her breath becoming ragged as her friend continued to fuck her pussy. "Ohhhh…." Lisa spread Ichigo's legs wider and continued to push her "sword" deeper into her pussy. 'Can't…can't think…' Ichigo thought, unable to gather her strength anymore. Lisa's whipping and her fight with Mashiro had sapped her energy. 'Oh no! I'm gonna cum!' She could feel the tension inside her grow and it was only growing stronger as Lisa started to twist her sensitive nipple. "Noooo…"
Lisa smiled, knowing her plaything was close to orgasm. She leaned forward and whispered into Ichigo's ear. "Call me Mistress and I'll let you cum," she offered. To Ichigo's inner disappointment she stopped thrusting the long dildo into Ichigo and started to pull it out. The smile on Lisa's face grew when she heard Ichigo give a tiny moan of disappointment. "Well, Bondage Vigilante? Just say the words "Please let me cum, Mistress," and I'll give you what you want."
Hearing Lisa tell her to submit helped Ichigo regain her fire. She may have been put into compromising positions in the past but she'd never submit to Lisa in this way. "Never!" she said before gathering her strength. Before Lisa could react Ichigo kicked her with her free leg, sending her flying backward against the wall. With a loud grunt Ichigo tore her hands away from the wall she was stuck to, ripping out some of the drywall with it. Breaking her wrists free from the spell, Ichigo attacked Lisa with rekindled fury. She punched Lisa in the stomach and kneed her in the groin. Lisa groaned from both pain and pleasure before she smacked Ichigo in the stomach with her "sword" and forcing Ichigo back. "You're not tying me up again!" Ichigo defiantly declared.
Brushing herself off, Lisa reached into her pack for her next item. "You shouldn't be so smug. You might be strong. But you'll be mine before this is over."
"Fat chance!" Ichigo said, bracing herself as Lisa revealed…a red ball of string. "What's that?"
"You'll see…" Lisa said ominously before chucking the ball at Ichigo's direction. The girl managed to dodge it but as soon as the ball hit the wall behind her it exploded. The red string shot out in all directions, trapping Ichigo and tangling her up; it looked like Ichigo had been caught in the middle of a cat's cradle. "What the? Let me out of here!" Ichigo shouted as she struggled against the string. But try as she might there was no breaking it. "What kind of string is this?!"
Walking up to the ensnared Ichigo, Lisa patted her cheek. "This is just a little something a certain shopkeeper whipped up for me so that I could keep my friend Hiyori under control when she starts to get whiny. After about an hour or two like this she becomes quite tame."
Ichigo gulped. The thought of Hiyori of all people being humbled by Lisa's bondage fetish was a chilling thought. "I'm not into this stuff," she said again. "Let me down."
Reaching into her bag once more, Lisa pulled out a large metal ball the size of her fist. "Nope. I want to hear you beg." She hit the button on the side of the ball and it started to float. "Here's another little toy my friend made for me…."
'Kisuke, when I turn back to normal I'm gonna ram my fist down your throat!'
As the ball flew up to Ichigo's face the girl paled and braced herself. After a moment though, she became puzzled when she saw what emerged from the metal ball. "Is that a…tongue?"
"Indeed," Lisa confirmed as she walked behind Ichigo, weaving in and out of the strings connected to the wall and ceiling. "You're gonna love it."
Ichigo's eyes widened when the ball started to hover inches from her neck, the long tongue licking her soft skin before it started to work its way down. Ichigo couldn't suppress her moan as she felt the hot tongue lick her breasts, the erotic tool taking its time while licking her sensitive nipples. Sadly for Ichigo, Lisa was far from done. "Mmmmhh!" Ichigo moaned through her ballgag when Lisa thrust her "sword" back into Ichigo's pussy.
The hallway became filled with Ichigo's moans as Lisa toyed with her. Ichigo tried and tried to break free but her strength failed her. She couldn't' concentrate enough power in order to break the strings. She was left to the mercy of Lisa, whose toy would continue to lick at her body while she slide the long toy in and out of Ichigo's cunt.
And that wasn't the only torture Lisa was doing.
Ichigo lost count of the times that Lisa had brought her so close to orgasm only to stop and let Ichigo's heated body cool down before continuing. Sweat dripped down Ichigo's bound body as her body continued to be pushed to the brink but was stopped just short of going over the edge. By the twelfth time Lisa stopped, Ichigo was on the verge of going mad. "Mmmmhhhhhh…" she moaned when Lisa started to thrust the sword into her again. "Pleaaaaaaassseee…" she begged, not caring anymore. Right now she wanted to cum. She needed to cum. Throwing away her pride, Ichigo relented. "Please…let me cum…" she pleaded.
Lisa smirked. The Bondage Vigilante had caved at last. It'd taken far longer than she'd thought but the girl had caved all the same. "Go on," Lisa said. "Say the words," she commanded, slowing her pace. When Ichigo merely whimpered she started to smack Ichigo's ass. "Say it!"
Cringing from the pain in her stinging cheeks, Ichigo squeezed her eyes shut and shouted at the top of her lungs." MISTRESS! PLEASE LET ME CUM!"
Grinning with satisfaction Lisa slid the toy back into her, the floating tongue-on-a-ball licking her asshole to further satisfy her. "Go ahead, girl. Cum for Lisa…." She pushed the toy as deep as it could go, the tip touching Ichigo's womb.
Ichigo threw her head back and shrieked as she was finally brought over the edge. She squirted her juices all over the dildo-sword, making the floor stained with her juices. Ichigo's eyes rolled into the back of her head, the force of her orgasm making her shake with ecstasy. "OHHHHHHHHH!" Her face twisted with pleasure.
She hung limply in her prison of string, her head spinning. A neverending moan left her gagged lips. She could hear the sounds of Lisa walking back to her front and as she came down from her high panic set in. She had no strength anymore; she'd no will to draw upon. Would Lisa drag Ichigo back to the Soul Society? "What are…you…going to do to me?" Ichigo asked, unable to even lift her head at this point.
Smiling, Lisa grabbed the floating sphere and turned it off, the tongue retreating back into it. "Nothing," she simply said, putting her stained sword back into her pack. "I don't know why the Soul Society wants you so badly but I'm not with them anymore."
"I'm not done with you yet!
The two looked to see Mashiro, her face swollen from Ichigo's beatdown, standing in the doorway. "I'm not done yet! I'll show you who the better hero is!"
Ichigo, trapped in the bindings all the while, shook her head. "Mashiro, I'm not doing this for attention." She looked at her with a sad look. "I can't give you the details but I help my friends and family because that's what I choose to. I didn't ask to wear this stupid getup but I'm putting up with it because it's what I choose to. I don't do what I do just to be famous."
Mashiro looked at Ichigo and felt a little shame from the fact that this girl who pranced around in a skimpy bondage outfit was acting out of selflessness and she was here trying to beat her up out of jealousy. "Okay…" she said. "But wait, why did you come here, Lisa? Did you want to be a hero?"
"Of course not," Lisa said, rolling her eyes. "I came because I was bored. Let's go home, Mashiro."
Ichigo watched the two leave before remembering an important fact: she was still trapped in the strings. "Hey!" she called out as the two disappeared from sight. "Let me down from here!" She continued to struggle but it was no use.
"Dammit…" Ichigo groaned as she continued to lay suspended in the air. "I need to scratch my nose….
To be continued
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