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“It’s time for training,” said Yoruichi Shihōin, standing on the damp hexagonal tile of the large washroom. She was totally and unabashedly naked, her shapely breasts hanging with seeming anti-gravity above a taut midriff, leading down to trim hips and long, graceful legs. Having teased Ichigo Kurosaki mercilessly in the hot springs, she was no stranger to casual nudity. That was old. It was the nature of the training that was new. For the first time in centuries, she was the student, rather than the teacher. Though perhaps student wasn’t quite the word. She was, in truth, a slave.

The discovery of a second Senkaimon leading from Soul Society to North America of the human world had been a topic of much discussion among the interested parties, and Yoruichi, being familiar with the perils of the Dangai, had volunteered to investigate. It had emerged into a quaint town very much like Karakura, though of course the customs were different and the so too the Senkaimon. Instead of a traditional Japanese shōji, with tatami mats and all the rest, the surrounding area was a strange industrial basement beneath an unassuming house, dimly lit by a yellowed bulbs. Men working with facemasks and rubber suits had been astounded to see her black cat form as she investigated, and tossed her from the premises.

Things had only gotten stranger from there.

“Please, instruct me as to what a stupid cunt I am,” she said, her voice wanton, dropping to her knees. Her body was covered with perspiration and condensation, completely slick and dripping, giving her caramel skin a cresting shine. Sliding up to the white porcelain edge of the bathtub, she lifted her breasts and let them fall on the spread thighs of her counterpart, a smooth, blonde, cruel-eyed Caucasian boy who was half her height, an elementary-schooler who nonetheless carried the hungry countenance of a wolf. His thin calves hung from the tub’s edge to just inches above the floor, and the fat, long penis that sprouted from his hairless pubic area seemed to dangle almost that far.

It was a perverse inversion of Yoruichi’s usual relationship to a younger or more inexperienced male. Their bodies were soaked with perspiration and steam as hot water continued to pour into the tub, and she used the undersides of her breasts, guided by her hands, to soap and wash the upper thighs of the much smaller boy. “Keep washing me, you dumb bitch!” he groused, as if he were simultaneously displeased and bored.

“Yes, master,” replied Yoruichi automatically, fawningly grateful to be addressed by the young brat that she now saw as her owner. Having arrived for her investigation as a cat, it was in this animal form that she’d gotten into trouble when blonde boy had ‘taken her in’ as a pet. After several days of being roughly handled, petted, and fed by him, she’d come no closer to discovering who in the neighborhood was wielding the Zanpakutō that had opened the way. Then, she happened to see the boy changing. The spiritual weapon was not made of steel, but of flesh. A massive penis, the size of which she’d never considered! She’d heard rumors in Karakura Town that foreign boys were “huge”, but hiven no thought to how such things might affect her.

It did affect her, she had to admit. Yoruichi was deeply in tune with the workings of her body, and she could sense her pulse quickening, her loins tingling, her mouth watering. So acute had been her response that she’d turned back into humanoid form without even realizing it. Naked and without explanation for her appearance, she introduced herself and, on the spot, she resolved to become the boy’s pupil, and learn the secrets of his huge, underage Caucasian dick..

Thus Yoruichi, former captain of the Gotei 13 and commander of the Stealth Force, had become apprentice to a boy who called himself Michael. A young yet stern boy who had a long cock between his legs that she was pleased to service with her mouth at every opportunity. A skill she had never used in Soul Society, but took to with uncommon aptitude.

Her “instruction” during Michael’s bathing time was something they did daily. She would sneak in as a cat, the boy’s mother all-unknowing, and then transform. Now, her thighs were spread as she knelt, leaving the glistening lips of her dark pussy exposed and dripping wetness onto the inside of her thighs. The humidity and heat of the room only seemed to enhance her state of rut. Michael gathered spit in his mouth with the sound unique to such an act, and spat it in a spray of foam into Yoruichi’s rapt face. She did not blink, and made no sign at all that she was displeased to be used as an underage child’s spitoon. His expectorate lay on her face in a thick, bubbling web. A rivulet dripped from her long eyelash and onto one cheek. Mewling, she extended her tongue and gathered the mess, drawing it into her own mouth.

“Thank you for spitting in my face,” she huffed, her cheeks reddening slightly with increased arousal at being mistreated. “Your spit tastes so good!”

“After we’re done, I’ll spit on your face again,” the boy remonstrated. “And I want you to walk around with it on you, in public, you understand?”

Yoruichi shuddered and brought a hand to her wet pussy, beginning to finger it, grinding her clit under her thumb, causing a spray of wetness to patter to a floor already moist with stray water from the tub. “Yes, master! I’ll walk around and show my worthless face to everyone in America Town!”

The boy slapped her. “It’s not ‘America Town’, you stupid bitch, it’s just ‘America’! I swear, for a witch who can turn into a cat, you’re fucking retarded.” And yet, the physical abuse only made Yoruichi hornier by all appearances. Her opposite hand rose to her breast and began to knead and massage the turgid nipple there as she bit her lower lip.

“O-of course! I’m sorry, sir-”

*WHAP!*

The boy smacked her brutally in the cheek, using his upper body to really get behind the blow. Yoruichi moaned like a wounded animal and clenched her teeth, as if passing a gallstone, as if the pleasure filling her body was too much to contain and struggling to erupt from whatever portal it could find. A rivulet of clear snot ran from her nose and her eyes watered. When she spoke, it was in a growl that was barely human.

“Yeeeessss, thank you for beating me! I love being your bitch! The only thing I’m good for is to be your toilet! My low-class skin is the color of shit!” Flecks of spit sizzled on her face as she made the declaration of worthlessness, her voice similar to the one that had commanded and teased so many, but different in a fundamental way, denoting submission instead of authority. She looked down and saw with hunger that the boy was growing quite erect, his hot, heavy cock pressing upward into her midriff like a fleshy bar. She lifted it with one agile hand, her fingers falling short of encircling the girth. It was smooth, as thick as her arm, a pale color gradually changing to engorged pink near the foreskin-wrapped head. When it flopped up against Michael’s belly, she quickly wrapped her breasts around it, craning her neck downward to extend her tongue against the crown that emerged from her cleavage.

The boy looked down as Yoruichi serviced him, impish and alight with mischief, his thin and slender body unfolding on the tub’s edge, his buttocks piling there in twin crescents. His half-wet hair ran down to the nape of his neck in spikes. Above all, his eyes seemed to glisten, like an animal with a new toy, a piece of clay to shape to his liking.

“I haven’t washed my dick in a week,” he told her, spreading his thighs to give her titjob better access. “So make sure you clean it!” Yoruichi, glassy-eyed and obedient, had extended her lips in a vacuum-sucking blowjob that elongated her mouth, drawing the boy’s foreskin into her mouth along with his heavy cocktip and running her tongue around the fleshy corona like a burrowing mole. She was glad his cock was filthy and had begged for him not to wash it. It Yoruichi’s pussy tingle with submission to lower herself to the act of being his personal cock cleaner, a station more satisfying, in some dark way, than any of the offices she’d held in Soul Society. She moaned with lust as thick chunks of smegma began to pile up on her tongue, mixing with her saliva and melting.

“Nnngh, it stinks!” she exclaimed, withdrawing, extending her tongue to show the accumulated sweat and grime there before pulling it into her mouth like the closing drawer of a cash register. She chewed and her amber eyes rolled back in their sockets. “I love sucking the filth off of your huge, smelly cock!” She made an exaggerated swallowing motion and then opened her mouth, fishhooking it, extending her tongue, trying to make the lewdest face possible as if to exemplify her degradation. “Itadakimasu...” she croaked in stretch-mouthed Japanese, a term meaning ‘thanks for the meal’, normally innocuous but perverse in this unseemly context.

The boy reached forward and grabbed Yoruichi by the hair, pulling one of her long, framing bangs askew. “You’re a muddy, stupid piece of shit, aren’t you?” he taunted, spitting in her face once more. With his opposite hand her forced the steaming, leaking pisshole of his erect cock up against one of her nostrils, pushing upward, forcing her thin, regal nose into the shape of a pig.

“Yes, master!” she replied, her eyes still half-rolled with pleasure. “This unworthy, dark-skinned body of mine is only useful for licking up your nasty cock cheese!” Her exclamations turned into moans as the small boy paintbrushed her face with slaps while milking his towering meat bat upward, spewing pre-cum into her sinuses. Yoruichi’s arms fell limply to her sizes, her tits bounced and her buttocks jiggled, and wetness poured from her sex, which was sparking with constant micro-orgasms. Each expanse of dark skin was soaked with sweat, and reflections danced on their round, full surfaces. Her nipples were embarrassingly, humiliatingly erect. “Yes! Slap me! I’m your property, master. Mark my face with bruises! I love thinking about your elementary-school-aged cock just pissing all over me!” she whimpered, plaintive.

With a grunt, Michael pie-faced Yoruichi away from him with one dismissive hand, toppling her over backward, where she lay splayed and wet, staring at the ceiling. At last, he slid from the tub’s edge and stood over her. “Put your legs behind your head,” he ordered. “Should be no problem for a cat-witch.” He didn’t know anything about Yoruichi’s true past or martial arts abilities, and didn’t care. Even absent that knowledge, it was clear she was supple, slender, big-titted and thick-assed. Her gracefulness, to his young mind, only made her more satisfying to twist into new and interesting positions.

She obeyed, lifting her legs up and then bending them into a horseshoe shape, tucking her calves behind her shoulders. It was a humiliating position that exposed her throbbing, soaking pussy, which she reached down with two hands to spread lewdly, showing the pinkness dwelling beneath her caramel-tinted cunt lips. Her breasts piled between her biceps as she straightened her arms and spread her sex as wide as she could. Her face as anticipatory and euphoric, as if rejoicing in whatever defilement might come. She was staring down the barrel of the boy’s heavy meat stick, her eyes fixed on it over the landscape of her shaven, glistening pussy.

“Please, fuck my worthless mud-cunt!” she begged, almost sounding delirious. “Stretch my pussy into the shape of your cock! Make me your woman!” Tears were welling in her eyes, her lip bitten between her teeth, the very essence of desperation. And when the boy obliged her, hunkering down and positioning the baseball-sized head of his cock against her wet folds, she immediately moaned and began to convulse with ecstasy. Her 9-year-old owner was not gentle, and slammed into her with the toy-breaking, one-speed-fits-all carelessness of his age, drilling down until fleshy, womb-shifting sounds began to emanate from Yoruichi’s tight belly. The boy poured against her in a tight mating press, permitting himself only small thrusts and keeping his length hilted.

Yoruichi’s tongue fled her mouth and dangled, her eyes rolled back to the whites, and her buttocks flexed and bucked against the wet tile as she orgasmed mightily, every fibre of her loins thrumming with the feeling of being used, of being filled, of being roughly defiled. More in touch than most with the inner workings of her body and possessing a sixth sense, she could visualize the boy’s fat, foot-long fuckmeatspewing cum into her oviducts, defiling her with disgustingly thick, virile sperm. The tight seal her stretched pussy made around his cock made sure that no sperm would escape. The sounds she made were barely words; the repeated cry that she was cumming, cumming, cumming so hard.

An abrupt bang on the bathroom door, and a matronly voice crying “Michael! What’s all that noise in there?” did nothing to slow things down. The running water was sufficient to hide the sordid details, and when the boy groped Yoruichi’s breasts while crying out and pressing his fair-skinned body into the dark-skinned one that was twice his height, his mother was none-the-wiser. Yoruichi, cumming constantly, convulsed and stared empty-eyed at the ceiling with her tongue hanging humiliatingly from one corner of her mouth, feet behind head, her face still lathered in flecks of spit. When Michael finally pulled out, a massive, lumpy creampie splurted from her fucked-out, pussy with a sloppy queefing sound. It was as copious (but far thicker) than the running faucet.

“You came so much, I’m sure to be pregnant,” she whimpered, still with the same vacant stare.

“Well, I don’t want a dumb old baby,” the boy remonstrated, gaining his feet. “So tell someone who cares!”

This further lesson, of being a breeding bag to be discarded, was one Yoruichi took to heart. Thus, when she finally returned to Urahara Shop a great many months later, Kisuke was confronted with one very heavy and very pregnant feline.
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