He knelt down on top of her, his penis pressing against the entrance of her pussy through her panties, causing the blonde to whimper. Bending his head low, he teased the cut on Hiyori's chest, lustfully lapping up the blood and savoring the tangy, metallic flavor.
Hiyori moaned even as Ichigo reached up with his hands to cup her small, blood-covered breasts. She was horrified at what was happening to her, and tears were threatening to pour from her eyes. But she was also growing aroused, her pussy wet against all odds. She wasn't too seriously injured from the fight, but she was weak from blood loss, her skin a shade paler than was usual.
Her throat dry and her lips sticky with blood from the cut on her nose, Hiyori whispered two words, and the tears fell from her eyes.
"Fuck you," Hiyori whispered defiantly, tears running down her cheeks as Ichigo licked her chest-wound and sharply tweaked her nipples. Her voice was raw and hoarse, but the anger and indignation were clear in her tone.
Ichigo chuckled, pulling back from licking her wound. He grinned, the blood on his lips giving him a frightening appearance. He leaned forward until their noses were nearly touching.
"Kiss me," he ordered. "Lick the blood from my lips."
Hiyori would have cursed him, but her lips mashed themselves up against his mouth before she could speak.
Her tongue flitted into his mouth, worshipfully tasting him even as her body was wracking with sobs. Her breasts hurt, Ichigo's hands roughly abusing them, and her pussy ached as he rammed his penis into her cunt. He was raping her pussy, and all she was able to do was lie back and let him. Worse still, she was being forced to kiss him, her body betraying her and gladly doing as he commanded, even though she wanted nothing more than to push him off and run away...
Ichigo's dick twitched as he pumped it in and out of Hiyori's pussy. She was nearly as tight as Ururu had been, and the fabric of her panties, the only thing separating them, provided a unique sensation as he fucked her. Feeling Hiyori's tongue run over his lips, he bit down on it, just hard enough to draw blood. He was finding himself quickly growing addicted to the taste of her blood as he licked it up, running his tongue over hers, and the look of pain in her eyes was exquisite.
He came inside her, into her panties, and he squeezed her petite tits hard enough to draw blood, his fingernails digging into the skin.
He then pulled back from the kiss, looking down at her smugly.
"Do you enjoy that?" he asked Hiyori cruelly, cupping her chin in his hand as she sobbed, tears running down her face and mingling with the blood from her cut. "Do you enjoy being raped, you little slut? Do you get off on being abused like this?" To punctuate his sentence, he roughly slapped the side of Hiyori's ass with his free hand.
For a moment, Hiyori was silent save for the occasional sob. But then she opened her mouth.
"...Yes," Hiyori whimpered, tears streaming from her eyes and tongue rolling from her mouth, Ichigo's taste lingering upon it. She was humiliated with how her body reacting to this abuse, but she could not deny that it was turning her on.
No matter how much it pained her to admit.
"How surprising," came a very familiar voice from a ways up.
"Yeah!" chirped another voice. "Hiyori-chan's such a peeeerrv~!"
A look of horror dawned on the blonde's face, and she looked up to see two of her fellow Vizards, Lisa and Mashiro, standing in he air above them.
Mashiro was crouched down, breasts pressed against her knees as she watched Ichigo and Hiyori like she might a televised program. Standing next to her, in a short skirt and no panties (to Ichigo's delight, given his vantage point), an adults only doujinshi in one hand, was the dark-haired kuudere meganekko, Lisa Yadomaru.
"Heeee~eey, Hiyori-chan, Berry-san," Mashiro said with a smile, seeing Hiyori and Ichigo looking up at her. "Havin' fun~?"
"Obviously they are," Lisa answered in their stead. "Just look at them. I never would have taken Hiyori for a masochist though..."
Hiyori was silent, but it looked like she wanted to say something.
Embarrassment and indignation giving her strength, Hiyori bodily shoved Ichigo off of her and glared at the two.
"I do NOT!" the blonde snarled, hopping up to her feet wearing only the red jacket of her jogging suit. "He forced himself on me!" she exclaimed, pointing accusingly at Ichigo. "He beat me up and raped me! "
Mashiro giggled. "And you liiiiked it~" she teased, causing Hiyori to glare daggers.
"No, I didn't!" Hiyori protested adamantly. "I ain't into that sort of thing!"
"That's not what your book collection says..." Lisa commented, lazily turning a page in her doujinshi.
Hiyori spluttered at this, her face redder than ever and her eyes wide as dinner plates.
Mashiro then dropped down from the air, landing right in front of Ichigo, apparently bored with teasing Hiyori.
"Can you rape me next, Berry-tan~?" she asked the orange haired teen sweetly, pouting cutely and fluttering her eyelashes.
Ichigo scowled at Mashiro's use of such a childish honorific as '-tan' and the fact that she was calling him 'Berry', though her request was relevant to his interests.
"Only if you stop calling me 'Berry-tan'," he said gruffly, casually glancing momentarily up at Lisa to take another look up her skirt.
Lisa, noticing the direction of his gaze, smirked and shifted her stance, spreading her legs to give him a better view of her dripping wet pussy.
"Fucking perverts..." Hiyori growled, arms crossed over her chest.
"Okey-dokey!" Mashiro singsonged, ignoring Hiyori and twirling around once before wrapping arms around Ichigo's shoulders. "So," she said cutely, "Will you rape me now, Berry-tama?"
Ichigo snarled and flipped Mashiro over, forcefully throwing her to the ground. He tore off the seat of her jumpsuit, baring her round, creamy ass.
"Yaaay!" Mashiro cheered, excitedly wiggling her hips. "Berry-tama's raping me~!"
"No..." Ichigo said lowly, holding the gun to the back of her head. "I have to punish you, first." He pulled the trigger, and a red light washed over her body.
Mashiro blinked confusedly as she felt a strange warmth run through her body.
"...Berry-tama...?" she said uncertainly, wondering what Ichigo had just done.
A vein bulged in Ichigo's temple, and he sharply smacked the palm of his hand against Mashiro's bare ass with a thunderous crack.
"Call me 'master'!" he snapped, raising his hand up and bringing it down again with twice as much force as the last. Mashiro let out a pained squeal.
"I'm sorry, master!" she wailed. "I'm sorry!"
Ichigo paused for a moment, considering. Then he brought his hand down again, once more doubling the force.
Mashiro's ass jiggled violently from the force of the blow, her body jerking forward from the momentum behind Ichigo's hand. She cried out, tears forming in her eyes.
"Please, master!" she moaned, a nasty red welt already starting to form on her bottom. "Please forgive me! I won't do it again, I promise! I'll do anything you say, but please just stop! It hurts! It hurts too much! It hurts so much I could die!"
Ichigo tugged at the bottom of the hole he had made in Mashiro's jumpsuit, ripping it further to reveal her cunt. He observed it interestedly, casually sticking a finger in even as he once again brought his other hand down to spank her again, once more doubling the strength of the blow.
The verdette shrieked in agony, screaming incoherent pleas for him to stop and exclamations that she was really gonna die at this rate.
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