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Accidental Heroine	By : Whackybiscuit Category: Bleach > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 21666 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
- 24
- 25
Final Chapter (Alternate Ending): Bondage Vigilante Forever
Several days later….
Ichigo railed against her restraints as her body was assaulted. Her teeth clenched as she tried to break her bonds. Her attackers had her tied to a bed and were taking delight in making her suffer. "Ahhhhhh!" she cried out as a thick dildo was plunged in and out of her cunt. Her hands were tied above her and her legs pulled back. Nearby lay her Bondage Vigilante attire, having been stripped down to her birthday suit.
The dildo and the ropes weren't the only thing tormenting Ichigo. Nodes covered her body, each of them with a thin wire attached. The tormenters had placed them carefully all over Ichigo's body, over her nipples, along her inner thighs and stomach.
"You like that?" the tormentor on her right taunted. The violator's hand worked rapidly, pumping the toy in and out of the genderbended girl's cunt. "Or maybe you'd like this?"
"Gaaaaah!" went Ichigo as she felt a lubed-up dildo press against her asshole, her body yielding to the toy quickly. She moaned against her ballgag as her holes were claimed, the attacker pumping the two toys in and out of her in a fast rhythm. "Stoooooop!"
Ichigo's struggling made the attacker chuckle. "Look at you. You look like you're about to burst." Turning to its accomplice, the attacker nodded. "Hit her again."
In the second attacker's hands was a small box. All of the wires that the nodes on Ichigo's body were attached to led to this box. Nodding, the person hit the big red button, giving Ichigo a powerful shock all over her body.
"OHHHHHHHH!" shouted the vigilante as she was forced into orgasm. "FUUUUCK! I'M CUMMING!"
The two attackers watched Ichigo climax in front of them, her holes gripping the toys inside her before she gushed, her body shaking madly. "Hit her again," the leader ordered. The second person nodded and shocked Ichigo again. Ichigo's back arched as her orgasm was enhanced by the electricity, her mind blanking out as her body reached a higher plane of bliss.
Ichigo's body went still as she panted for breath, her bound body shaking with delight. "Wow…that was...so good…" Ichigo panted.
"Heheh! Wow, Ichigo! You sure looked like you enjoyed that!" Orihime exclaimed as she set down the trigger box to the nodes.
"Yeah," Yoruichi added, pulling the dirtied toys out of Ichigo's holes. "You looked like you were going to explode the moment we tied you up."
Ichigo scowled and gestured to her bindings. "Yeah, yeah. Now could you please untie me?"
A little while later….
Sitting at the living room, Ichigo stared down at her cup of tea embarrassingly. "Wow…I can't believe we just did that…."
Ichigo's dilemma started when Yoruichi had come over to pay them a visit. The woman had interrupted Ichigo and Orihime while they were in the middle of making love and the two let her join in. However, both Orihime and Yoruichi noted that while they were enjoying it, Ichigo had yet to have a significant orgasm. Suspecting what the solution was, Yoruichi quickly dashed back to her room at Urahara Shop to grab a few things. When she returned she bound up Ichigo, leading to the BDSM play that finally got Ichigo to orgasm.
Sipping her tea, Yoruichi patted Ichigo's shoulder. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. After all you've been through it's understandable that you've gotten a thing for bondage. You are the Bondage Vigilante, remember?"
Banging her head on the table, Ichigo groaned. "Yeah, but it makes me feel all the more dirty knowing I can't climax if I'm not tied down."
"Don't worry, Ichigo," Orihime said reassuringly. "I think it's kinky."
Ichigo groaned again. Looking up, Ichigo gave Yoruichi a pleading look. "Yoruichi, have you found out how to turn me back?"
Giving a deep sigh, Yoruichi shook her head. "I'm…I'm sorry, Ichigo. I've looked through every scrap of text in the Shihoin Clan archives. I even snuck into the R&D Department at Squad 12 to see if Mayuri had any information. But I couldn't find nothing. I'm afraid there's no way to turn you back to normal."
Ichigo was silent for a moment before nodding. "I understand. Thank you for trying," she said. Orihime took hold of Ichigo's hand and squeezed. Ichigo squeezed hers in return.
Yoruichi got up and sat down next to Ichigo. "Are you sure you're going to be okay?" She thought that Ichigo would break down in despair and start crying from having her dreams dashed.
"I…I've gotten used to this. And part of me had already accepted that I couldn't go back to normal. I still have you guys and my family." Her uniform vibrated, reminding her of its existence. "And me and the suit have gone through so much, I don't think we could part from each other."
Smiling, Yoruichi kissed Ichigo's cheek. "I'm glad to hear that. I was worried you'd be devastated.
Ding-Dong!
Orihime got up. "I'll see who that is." Leaving the living room, Orihime opened the door to see who'd come to the apartment. She let out a sharp gasp when she saw who it was. "YOU!"
Both Ichigo and Yoruichi leapt to their feet in alarm. Ichigo was about to summon her armor but Yoruichi stopped her, not wanting to give herself away too soon. To their relief they saw Orihime return to the living room. They both saw her face was as white as the grave. When their visitor entered the room behind her, they understood why.
"Well now, that was uncalled for. You should work on your greeting skills, girl," Mayuri Kurotsuchi noted as he entered the room. Ichigo didn't quite recognized the mad scientist but only Mayuri would wear something that garish. His face was covered in black and white face paint in a grid pattern and he wore a long, golden headdress like the mane of a lion. "Hello there, Yoruichi Shihoin, Orihime Inoue," his eyes turned to the orangette next to Yoruichi and his lips formed a knowing smile. "Ichigo Kurosaki."
All of the blood in Ichigo's body froze at the realization that the mad scientist knew her secret. "How-"
"Oh please," Mayuri responded with a flippant wave of the hand. "As if someone like you was capable of hiding your whereabouts from someone of my intellect. After Nemu came back without you, I deduced that you must've required additional assistance to have bested her after she had you all tied up. The logical choice was Yoruichi Shihoin. So I released dozens of spy drones in order to locate you." He gave a scowl as he stared at the girl. "Unfortunately you were able to convince Captain Unohana to tell the Head-Captain to call off the search for you by the time I ascertained your identity."
Stroking his chin, the scientist took a step forward, examining Ichigo. The orangette felt like a bug under a magnifying glass as she endured the scientist gaze. "Why are you here?" she asked. "If the Head-Captain called off the search for me then-"
"This has nothing to do with the Head-Captain," Mayuri interrupted. "I'm here because I wish to make you an offer, Ichigo Kurosaki. Once which also implies to you, Yoruichi Shihoin and Orihime Inoue."
Yoruichi crossed her arms. "And that offer is? How'd you even know it was Ichigo to begin with?"
"Hmph! For someone as sneaky as you, you made one fatal mistake, Yoruichi," Mayuri taunted as he reached into his robes. Taking out a file he tossed it down onto the table. "Did you think I would not learn of you perusing through my archives?" Yoruichi paled when she saw that it was the file she'd gone through when she snuck into the R&D department: information pertaining to the Shihoin Clan armor! "Once I found the file you were looking through, the rest was easy to deduce. You gave Ichigo Kurosaki armor that was forbidden by Central 46 which transformed him into a woman in order to make use of its powers. Quite the marvelous piece of ingenuity," Mayuri noted. He held up Ichigo's arm and examined her sleeve. "I've been interested in it for quite a bit since you dug up this old record. I've created a prototype and have been letting Nemu try it."
Yoruichi blinked. "You've recreated the armor? Why?"
"Oh, curiosity for the most part. Although this here is far more superior to my prototype it seems. Nemu's has been malfunctioning since I put it on her."
Pulling her arm away, Ichigo back up from the man. "Mayuri, you said you were here to make an offer? What is it?" she asked fearfully. Her fear grew when Mayuri's smile turned into a sadistic grin.
"Well now, I say offer but it's more of an ultimatum since the three of you are in no position to argue. I simply wish for the three of you to be my experiments. That is all."
Orihime put her hands over her mouth in horror. "Experiments?! What are you planning to do to us?"
Waving his hand dismissingly again, Mayuri shrugged off her concerns. "Please, girl, I'm nothing but reasonable. All I ask is for one night to run some tests on the three of you."
Ichigo's blood chilled from the mad scientist's laugh. "And if we refuse?"
"Then I leave. And when I return to the Soul Society I will inform the captains of the Bondage Vigilante's identity, the knowledge of the Shihoin forbidden armor and that you've been in contact with enemies of the Soul Society."
The three women paled at Mayuri's ultimatum. Ichigo realized that Mayuri knew about her friendship with Halibel and the others. 'This is bad. If he tells them, they'll think I was colluding with their enemies. Even worse, they'll know that I've been turned into a bondage-wearing girl!' She looked at her friends and the three shared an identical look.
They had to agree.
"Fine…" Ichigo said, nodding in defeat. "We agree to your terms. But," she pointed at Mayuri accusingly, "no dissecting!"
Mayuri scoffed. "Please. It's not dissecting if you're alive. That's vivisection," he corrected. Rubbing his hands together, Mayuri took a step back and looked at his three new test subjects. "And you may relax. My experiments will be nothing like what you're imagining. The SWA commissioned my services recently and I'm simply going to test the fruits of my labor out on the three of you."
Ichigo looked at the mad scientist wearily. "Wait…what did Rangiku asked you to do?"
Later that night….
Soul Society, Squad 12: R&D Dept.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Ichigo shouted at Mayuri. "RANGIKU HAD YOU MAKE SEX EXPERIMENTS?!"
The lab had been emptied for the night leaving Mayuri and his three experiments alone in his lab, having snuck the three into the Seireitei with special rings that rendered them invisible to the men guarding the Senkaimon gates. With the three secured in his lab, Mayuri had them shed their clothes before beginning his experimentations.
On the table was Ichigo's armor, Mayuri hunched over it and examining it. "Please, girl. Inside voice, if you will?" he said angrily while inspecting one of Ichigo's boots. "Very fascinating…."
Not minding being in her birthday suit, Yoruichi crossed her arms. "Mayuri, you said that you tried to replicate my family's armor. What became of your prototype?" she asked, curious as to what Mayuri had accomplished. Mayuri merely cocked a thumb to the corner, revealing the room's other occupant.
Orihime's cheeks blushed as she realized what she was seeing. "Is that…Nemu?"
Tied to a chair was the scientist's daughter. Her entire body was wrapped in black latex, her face covered in a black gimp mask, giving Ichigo chilling flashbacks to the Four Star's torture. Tied to a chair, the lieutenant moaned through her mask as the contraption around her body assaulted her, leaving her lost in a sea of bliss. "How…how long has she been like that?" Ichigo asked.
"About a week. I'm quite curious as to what's caused this reaction. But no matter." He turned back to his naked subjects and grinned. "We do have experiments to attend to. And the clock is ticking." He walked over to a computer and began to type in command keys. "To answer your question, Ichigo, Captain Unohana and Lieutenant Matsumoto approached me and asked me to create for them means to enjoy sexual pleasures at the fullest, stating that there were no men in the Soul Society to satisfy them. Seeing as I was low on funds and they were willing to pay a large sum, I decided to indulge them."
Ichigo was a bit curious as to why Unohana of all people would go to Mayuri for something so perverted only to remember her little "wager". "So…what did they have you make? Some new toy?" she asked, her and Orihime exchanging glances.
The captain hit some more keys and three small canisters popped out of a storage unit next to it. "Among other things. But the first of my experiments that I created was meant to heighten ones libido to their very limit."
The three nude women all stared nervously at the canisters Mayuri produced. Within each of them was a large mass of blue tissue. "What…are those?" Orihime asked, frightened.
"Sexual parasites."
"SEXUAL PARASITES?!" Yoruichi gaped. "You want to put those things in us? You're out of your mind!"
Mayuri wagged a finger at Yoruichi as he brought the parasites over to them. "You agreed to be my subjects, Yoruichi Shihoin. You've no right to protest. Yes, the parasites are untested. I've no knowing of what side effects but that's the scientific process. It's what you're here for after all. Now if you don't mind," he said while opening the lids to the parasites. "I want you three to bend over the table."
Knowing they were too far in to back out, the three women turned around and bent over the table in front of them, their asses sticking out. "Are we really doing this?" Orihime whispered, scared. "He's going to inject parasites into us."
"Don't worry, Orihime," Ichigo said, trying to comfort her girlfriend. "We'll be-Gahhhh!" she shouted she felt something cold and slimy touch her asshole. "Mayuri! What the fuck are you doing?"
"You didn't think I'd inject these into you? They're far too large to fit into a syringe," Mayuri noted as he pressed the canister against Ichigo's ass, letting the parasite move into the girl. "There's only one way these parasites can enter your body: through your anus."
Ichigo gripped the table as the cold mass of tissue pressed against her sphincter and pushed its way into her. "Gahhhh!" she cried out. She thought that it would feel like having a tennis ball shoved up her ass but the parasite slimmed down as it wormed her way through her asshole, feeling like a cold snake as it made its way through her guts. "Guhhh!" She straightened up and stepped backwards. Yoruichi and Orihime turned around and watched as Ichigo's stomach bulged, the parasite moving towards her brain, before Mayuri took advantage of their shock by inserting parasites into them as well.
The feeling of the parasite making its way through her body made Ichigo feel sick. She felt dizzy as it crawled up the back of her neck before it reached her brain. A yelp of pain escaped her as it latched onto her cerebral cortex, infecting her. Her friends let out similar cries of pain as they became assaulted by the parasites. The genderbended Ichigo wobbled on her feet for a moment before she regained her bearings. As her mind became hijacked by the parasite, Ichigo began to feel good, her body heating up. "Mmmmhhh…."
Seeing the other two reach a similar aroused state, Mayuri scribbled something onto a clipboard. "So ladies, how do you feel?"
Leaning back, Ichigo ran a hand up her stomach. Just that mere, insignificant act made Ichigo feel like she was in sheer rapture, her pussy dripping onto the floor. "So goooood…" she slurred while cupping her breasts. Orihime, in a similar state, walked over to Ichigo and wrapped her arms around her loving, pulling her into a deep, amazing kiss.
Setting down the clipboard, Mayuri walked over to Yoruichi, who was on the table fondling her breasts. Reaching into his robes, he pulled out a syringe. "Captain Soi-Fon asked me to make this especially for you. Let see if it's up to standard…."
Yoruichi let out a coo as Mayuri injected the needle into her neck, not caring what drug Mayuri had just put in her. All she knew was that she was in bliss and she wanted more. Ichigo and Orihime's make-out session was interrupted when they heard Yoruichi moan uncontrollably, writhing on the table as the drug changed the woman. Rolling onto her hands and knees, Yoruichi rolled her eyes into the back of her head as a wave of ecstasy hit her. Black fur began to cover her luscious body, her ears transferring to the top of her head in the form of a cat's. A black tail sprouted from her rear, completing the transformation. Ichigo stared in awe at the state of her mentor. Unlike her Shunko final transformation which made her look like a cat, Mayuri's drug had made her an actual catwoman!
"Very good!" Mayuri exclaimed proudly. "The drug works perfectly, creating a perfect gene-spliced subject." He put a hand on her head and scratched her behind her newly formed ears. Yoruichi purred and leaned forward, rubbing her cheek against the scientist's chest. "And has become completely docile. Captain Soi-Fon will be pleased."
The scientist then turned his attention to the kissing orangettes. The two paid Mayuri no mind as they mashed their breasts together, coming close to climax already as their sensitive nipples rubbed together. Ichigo moaned in disappointment as Mayuri pulled Orihime away from her, whining in wanton need before sitting on one of Mayuri's chairs and touch herself. The parasite attached to her brain made just the feeling of sliding two fingers into her pussy made her throw her head back and climax.
Keeping a tight grip on Orihime's wrist, Mayuri led her to an object in the corner. Orihime saw that it was an iron maiden, a medieval torture device. Mayuri opened up the metal chamber and beckoned for Orihime to enter. Instead of spikes to puncture her, Orihime saw wiggling red tentacles lining the walls. Her mind bereft of caution, Orihime allowed Mayuri to put her inside.
"I decided to take a note out of Ichigo's book. Let's see how well it fares," Mayuri muttered as he closed the door and sealing her inside. "Lieutenant Matsumoto asked me to develop this after Lieutenant Hisagi failed to satisfy her. I thought it prudent to test it out on you before handing it over."
Orihime stood still as she became trapped inside the iron maiden, only her eyes visible from a small slit in the front. The tentacles inside of the device immediately went to work as soon as Orihime's juices dripped onto the floor. Howls escaped the iron maiden as tentacles roughly shoved into Orihime's pussy and ass, filling her holes instantly. "Ohhhhh yessss!" the teen-turned-slut moaned before her mouth was filled by a tentacle. "Mmmmmmhhhh!"
"Now then," Mayuri turned to his third subject. "Now for you, Ichigo Kuro-" the scientist deadpanned when he saw that Ichigo was lying on the table, grinding her body against the transformed Yoruichi. "Hmmm…so the gene-splicing formula spurs ones desire to mate? Interesting enough." Walking over to the fornicating duo he pulled the catwoman away from Ichigo. The subdued Yoruichi mewled in disappointment before he pointed her towards the bound Nemu. "Go have your fun with Nemu." The sight of Nemu made the aroused, drugged Yoruichi purr in delight and she stalked over towards the girl, who lay oblivious to the predator stalking her way towards her.
Turning his attention back to Ichigo, Mayuri felt a thrill take over him. For the longest time he'd wanted to experiment on Ichigo but couldn't or he'd risk the wrath of the other captains. The fact that she'd eluded him by escaping Nemu's grasp gave the idea of experimenting on her a vindictive edge. He would not hurt her since he was a man of his word, however, he would find great pleasure in driving her into the deepest pits of pleasurable madness in the name of science. "So, Ichigo," he said, sitting the girl up. "Are you ready? I have something special made, just for you."
The thought of Mayuri using some new toy or device on her made Ichigo's honeypot wetter. "Will it feel good?" she asked, secretly hoping it was some bondage contraption.
Tilting his head back, Mayuri's lips formed a sadistic grin. "Oh you will feel pleasure. Perhaps too much for your own good." Taking hold of Ichigo's hand, he led the naked, genderbended girl towards a large chair. It looked similar to a dentist's chair, however, the areas where the legs go were spread apart. Ichigo eagerly sat down in the chair and let Mayuri go to work. Special clamps tightened around her wrists and her ankles, fastening her to the chair. The parasite in Ichigo's brain kept her from feeling fear as Mayuri placed a helmet on top of her head, putting a visor over her eyes, keeping her in darkness.
"You see, Ichigo," Mayuri explained as he grabbed a remote to the chair. "I've been keeping an eye on you ever since you escaped Nemu and learned who you were. I studied data from Nemu's capturing of you and have poured over the data regarding your battles with the heart-branded Hollows. Therefore, after careful observation of your sexual exploits, I've come to the conclusion that your biggest sexual weakness…is electrostimulation."
Two large electric coils erupted from underneath the chair, rising up beside Ichigo. The brainwashed girl started to pant in anticipation as Mayuri attached nodes connected to wires onto Ichigo's naked body. "Oh, and just so you know," Mayuri said as he grabbed a remote and sat back in his chair. "Like everything else I've never tested this device before on another human being. I've set it to where it reads your libido levels and shocks you to your very limit." His smile grew sadistic as his thumb neared the big red button. "It's very possible you'll go mad. But before we give you what you want, perhaps a warm up?"
Hitting another button, a hole opened up beneath Ichigo's seat. Ichigo wondered what the scientist had in mind as she sat in the dark when she felt something become lodged in her asshole. The genderbended Substitute howled in pained ecstasy as the object, a rather large dildo, pushed in and out of her backdoor. She writhed against her restraints as the toy pushed in and out of her. "Ahhh! My ass!" she yelled, a smile forming on her lips.
Mayuri hit another button on the remote and activated the chair's main functions. As the electric coils turned on, Ichigo threw her head back in ecstasy, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her body was hit by electricity. "Ohhhhhhhh!" she shouted in lustful fervor, her body arcing as the chair hit her electricity.
In spite of her previous forays into electrostimulation, Mayuri's chair was unlike anything she'd felt, and that was saying a lot. Electricity was poured into her overly sensitive, erogenous zones and immediately brought Ichigo to orgasm, her pussy squirting all over the chair as she cried out in ecstasy.
No sooner did she come down from her high did the chair start to shock Ichigo again, hitting her while she was at her weakest. "Ahhhhhhh!" To make it more erotic, the dildo in her ass continued to pound her
Mayuri couldn't help but smile as Ichigo writhed and moaned in ecstasy. He set his controller down and continued to scribble notes in as he watched Ichigo be zapped by the chair again and again, making a mental note to clean the chair afterwards. Turning to see what Yoruichi was doing, he saw that the gene-spliced woman was licking Nemu's cunt like she was dying of thirst, his daughter moaning through her latex mask in ecstasy all the while. He sat back in his chair and watched as Ichigo came again. "I hope you enjoy the chair, Ichigo, because you're going to be friendly with it for quite a long time…"
Hours later…
Ichigo couldn't scream anymore as she came again for what felt like an eternity. The darkness of the visor made her sensitivity go from ten to a million as the chair shocked her loins again, her asshole on fire as the dildo inside her sped up. "Mmmmmhhhh!" she groaned, her body going limp.
While Ichigo was busy with the chair and Orihime was getting friendly with the iron maiden's tentacles, Yoruichi was busy being experimented by another of Mayuri's experiments, having gotten her fill of Nemu's juices. The catwoman had been strapped to one of Mayuri's tables. On her breasts was a pair of suction cups, sucking out her newly developed milk out of her, her breasts able to lactate due to a new formula that Mayuri was testing out on her.
Turning his attention back to Ichigo, Mayuri sat back down in his chair. He turned down the chair to talk to Ichigo, or at least what was left of Ichigo's mind. He noted her panting and was thoroughly surprised. "Still conscious? My goodness, your endurance knows no bounds. I'd always assumed it was the armor that gave you such inhuman stamina." He grinned, knowing that he'd pushed the genderbended Ichigo to her very limit. "Our time is drawing to a close, I'm afraid, so I'll have to give the chair one last use…this time on the highest setting." He turned the nob on the controller until the arrow was in the red. "Just so you know, up until now the chair has been set to moderate levels. I should warn you though: your body might not be able to take it," he said. It didn't matter if Ichigo lived or died to him, as long as he got his precious data then Ichigo was expendable. "Now then, do I have your permission to press the button?" he asked. "As a volunteering research subject I feel you should have the final say." He heard the girl's lips move and scooted closer. "What's that? Speak up now."
"Do...it..." the girl panted, her body aching for more, the parasite in her brain making her throw away her sanity and self-restraint. "I…want…more…"
"If you insist."
When Mayuri hit the big red button, Ichigo screamed at the top of her lungs in absolute ecstasy. The chair shocked her with all its power, her pussy gushing like mad as she was brought to mad ecstasy. Her body began to spasm and writhe as she came over and over again. When Mayuri finally turned off the chair she slumped against it, her head tipping back. "Oh my, is she dead?" Mayuri wondered. "Well it looks like I'll finally be able to dissect her at least…" The scientist was disappointed, however, when he saw Ichigo's chest rise and fall, a sign that the girl was still alive. "Oh well…next time….
Leaving Ichigo laying in the chair, Mayuri turned to the iron maiden. Orihime's moans had not ceased to come from the torture device. Mayuri looked at the clock and sighed in disappointment again. "Oh well, I'd better let her out."
Walking towards it, the man unlocked the device and opened it up. He was greeted to the sight of the naked Orihime being violated by multiple tentacles. Her body was wrapped by their slimy grasp while two large ones pumped in and out of her asshole and pussy. Grabbing a can of what looked like bug spray, Mayuri sprayed the tentacles wrapped around her. The tentacles retreated from Orihime as he sprayed them. The girl, barely conscious at this point, slumped forward and fell, Mayuri catching her. Judging from the moans leaving her lips, Mayuri could tell that Orihime was quite satisfied. "Lieutenant Matsumoto will be quite satisfied.
He laid Orihime onto a table next to the one that Yoruichi was on. Turning his attention to the catwoman, Mayuri turned off the machine sucking her breasts, making the catwoman groan, having come to enjoy her breasts being milked. Grabbing another syringe, Mayuri injected it into Yoruichi's neck. After a few minutes Yoruichi returned to normal, her animalistic features disappearing as the gene-splicing formula was neutralized. He then undid her restraints and let the woman lay on the table panting while he returned to Ichigo. He undid the restraints to the chair, removed the helmet and lifted the girl up, carrying her over to the other two. Setting her down on a third table, Mayuri then sat down in a chair and returned to scribbling notes.
Minutes passed as the three women lay on the tables. Soon their eyes opened up and they slowly sat up. Orihime shivered as she looked down at herself, her body covered in slime. "Ohhh…" she groaned, nursing her sore head. "My head hurts…"
"Yes, that would be the sexual parasites dying. Outside of their containment canisters they only have a lifespan of about seven to eight hours. You'll probably have a headache for a while until your body purges their remains from your system," Mayuri explained, not looking up while he scribbled away.
As she sat up, Yoruichi looked down at her enlarged breasts and gaped in shock. "Mayuri! What did you do to my boobs!" she shouted at the man while white milk dribbled from her tits.
"Oh relax," Mayuri dismissed with a wave of the hand. "The lactation formula was developed by both myself and Captain Unohana. There shouldn't be any harmful side effects."
"That's not the point!" Yoruichi was about to yell at the man some more when she noticed how Ichigo wasn't moving. "What did you do to Ichigo?" she demanded.
"Oh, I merely strapped her to an electric chair and shocked her with enough volts to kill three people," Mayuri said matter-of-factly.
"What?!" both Yoruichi and Orihime gasped.
"She agreed to it," Mayuri pointed out.
"Yeah, after you drugged us!"
Orihime got off the table and rushed to her girlfriend. "Ichigo? Ichigo!" She gently shook her friend, hoping that she was okay.
Thankfully, Ichigo's eyes opened and she saw Orihime's face looking down at her. "My butt hurts…" she groaned. Orihime breathed a sigh of relief as she helped her sit up. Ichigo nursed her sore temples before realizing that she was still naked. "Mayuri, are we done?"
"Quite so. I've more than enough data. You have my thanks, Ichigo." When Ichigo, tired of being in her birthday suit, summoned her armor back to her body, Mayuri made another note of it. "You've made quite good test subjects," Mayuri praised as he got up. "I don't suppose you'd be willing to-"
"No," all three girls said at once.
"Ah well. It was worth a try. But since you were so generous to volunteer yourselves to be my subject, I suppose some compensation is in order."
While Orihime and Yoruichi got dressed, the latter whom was finding it hard to get her orange shirt over her enlarged breasts, Ichigo turned to the scientist. "What's that?"
Walking over to the computer, Mayuri explained himself. "Well, Ichigo, you've been finding it difficult to adjust to life as a woman under the name Ichika Inoue, have you not?"
"More or less."
"I might be able to remedy that," Mayuri said as he typed in some more keys.
Ichigo stared at the man. "You can make me a boy again?" she asked hopeful.
"I'm afraid that's beyond me. The suit and you are one, Ichigo. Even if I did turn you back into your male form it'd simply turn you right back. I can't restore you to manhood. But…" as he finished typing, part of the wall spun around, revealing a large square-shaped machine, "I can influence everyone with this device to make them believe that you were a woman to begin with."
Yoruichi looked up at the scientist. "Wait, what?"
"This device allows me to input data which then is dispersed throughout both the Soul Society and the World of the Living. There'd have to be exceptions made to whom is affected, such as you three, myself and several others but everyone else will think that you were born female."
Ichigo thought about it and knew that this was as good as she could get to returning to her normal life. "Okay, do it."
Mayuri grinned. "Of course, while we're waiting on the device to take effect, I'll have you cooperate with some more experiments…"
All Ichigo could do was groan. "Just take it easy on my poor butt, alright?"
"I give no such guarantees."
The next day….
Kurosaki Clinic; Ichigo's Room
Ichigo lay on her bed, enjoying the light of the setting sun. She'd given up on all hope of ever coming back to her bed, to her room and to her life.
With bated breath, Ichigo had entered her home. She expected her sisters to question why their "cousin" was here but smiled warmly at Ichigo's arrival. "Sis!" Yuzu cried, tears running down her face as she embraced Ichigo. "You're home! We've been so worried!"
Everyone else had the same reaction. Apparently Mayuri's device had wiped all memory of Ichika Inoue from their memories. Ichigo explained to everyone that she'd needed some time alone and that she was sorry for ever leaving them. Everyone was ecstatic to hear that she and Orihime were in a relationship, except for Chizuru for obvious reasons.
Sitting up, Ichigo put a hand on her school uniform, feeling the thrum of power within and smiled tenderly. When she first transformed she'd thought that the suit was a curse, a sick joke of the universe to mock her wish to return to protecting. But in the end she had to concede that she got her wish and though she would never return to masculinity she had come to accept her new life as a woman. She thought about everything that'd happened and the more she thought about it, the more she decided she wouldn't change anything if she had the chance. She had her family. She had Orihime. And more importantly she had the strength to protect others.
"Hey," she called out to the suit, putting a hand over her heart. "Could I call you Zangetsu from now on?" she asked. The suit vibrated around her, giving her the impression it was happy to be named by its owner, especially a name that meant a lot to her. "Zangetsu it is."
Ichigo didn't have much time to appreciate the christening of her suit when the school uniform shuddered, indicating a Hollow nearby. Getting off the bed, Ichigo stood proudly as she commanded Zangetsu to transform into her bondage attire. The familiar erotic sensation around her mouth and groin embraced Ichigo as she transformed. Opening the window, Ichigo Flashstepped away into the setting sun. She was no longer Ichigo Kurosaki, Substitute Soul Reaper.
She was Ichigo Kurosaki, Bondage Vigilante.
The End
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