Chapter 45

His head snapped up and for a moment Lisa thought she would be spared, but she would have no such luck.

He grinned at her with hungry eyes. "Turn over," he said with a low husky voice. "I know you want this dick." He grabbed the base of his erect member and shook it, in an attempt to entice her, Lisa supposed.

'Best to just get it over with,' she told herself, as she followed the man's instructions.

Mid-turn, his rough hand connected with her rear in a hard smack. Lisa yelped as she was pushed the rest of the way over and yanked by her waist to her knees.

She looked back over her shoulder at Ikkaku's wide-eyed expression and wondered if her ass had undergone some kind of amazing change since the last time she'd seen it.

She watched as he smacked each cheek with his cock and rubbed the leaking head up and down her crack. Her eyes widened when it brushed her puckered pink hole. By no means was she a prude, but there were some things she simply wouldn't do, especially not with Mister Psycho.

He'd probably rip her in half.

Everything he did was too rough. No, he definitely would not be taking a stroll on her Hershey highway. She braced herself for the pain she knew was coming, since she was about as dry as Byakuya at a party. He reverently caressed each cheek before leaning forward and whispering, "You ready for this?"

Lisa sighed in irritation, just barely able to hold back from saying 'Just put it in already!'

Among his many other talents, Ikkaku must have been a mind reader because at that moment he rammed into her with a loud grunt.

He pulled out slowly, his body shuddering, before slamming back in hard. Reaching forward, he grabbed a handful of her ebony locks as he settled into a steady rhythm.

The harsh act pulled Lisa out of what was probably the first ever recorded sweatdrop during sex. First she thought that maybe this whole thing was a sick twisted joke, but as she listened to the uninhibited moans coming from the bald man's mouth, she knew it wasn't.

He was honestly and truly enjoying this. Then something else dawned on the Visored, something appalling…scandalous even.

Ikkaku was a virgin. He had to be. There was just no other explanation for a man making passionate love to a woman's thighs. Inexcusable!

Lisa was torn. Should she say something and crush his pride? Should she squeeze her thighs together, and break his dick off as punishment for being a stupid inexperienced asshole who couldn't tell the difference between a car engine and a vagina?

"It's so good you're speechless," Ikkaku panted, interrupting her inner rant.

Lisa's eye twitched menacingly as the rhythmic slapping of flesh filled her ears. He had made her decision for her. She shook her head urging him to release his hold on her hair.

He did, moving his hand to her waist as he continued to savagely pound into her legs. Glancing back over her shoulder and into his lust-filled eyes, her blood boiled. How dare he enjoy himself so thoroughly while simultaneously putting her through such misery?

"You're not even IN!" she screeched.

Lisa's complaint fell on deaf ears.

"It feels good, don't it," asked an oblivious Ikkaku as his speed increased.

Lisa stared back in disbelief as she was fucked like a plastic sex doll. She tried in vain to at least avoid getting whiplash as each thrust became harder than the last. Her thighs were beginning to burn from the friction and she wondered how his cock hadn't burst into flames. This had to stop. She had technically already completed the mission so there really was nothing preventing her from getting up and leaving except for the death grip Ikkaku had on her hips.

Outside Nanao's hand slapped over her mouth to muffle her yelp. She had known something was off. She herself was a virgin, but over the last couple of weeks, she'd seen enough sex to know more or less what it was supposed to look like. And that was not it. Besides the fact that Lisa had remained suspiciously silent throughout the entire ordeal, she had also never shown a single sign of pleasure; which seemed to Nanao to be the whole point of having sex.

Glancing to the right Lisa could see Nanao's shocked expression even with the camera hiding half of her face. She was obviously having a hard time understanding what she was seeing. Turning to face Ikkaku again she attempted to yell over his crazed moans, but it was too late. He slammed into her hard one last time before pulling out and crying out something that sounded suspiciously like, "HOZUKIMARUUUU!"

"GAH! My eye!"

Next meeting

"Ok everybody sit down so we can start the video." Yoruichi announced with a smirk. "Oh, but not by Lisa. She has pinkeye."

"I don't have pinkeye," Lisa snapped, crossing her arms.

Kukaku jumped to her feet, hands waving. "As much as I really…really want to see how you got that eye, I want to see who catwoman picks more."

Yoruichi's eyes rolled as a low chuckle escaped her lips.

"Yea!" Nel exclaimed. "Pick first!" She jumped up and ran to grab the chest, bringing it back to her captain.

Yoruichi glanced at Rangiku who just smiled and shrugged. The werecat sighed loudly and dug her hand into the chest, yanking out the first paper her fingers touched.

She stared at the slip blankly for a moment before throwing her head back in hysterical laughter.

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