Learn Your Lesson

It takes a little bit for you to fully take in Luppi’s choice of clothing, her skimpy and, to be frank, almost non-existent clothing sending a bit of a blood rush down south as you finally comprehend her garb. Around Luppi’s torso she wears a tightly drawn and partially see through corset, her feminine curves and creamy breasts put out on full display while a very short skirt just barely hides her soft pink nether lips. It is however one detail in particular that sends your hands down to discretely hide your erection, your face blushing as you take in the fact that around Luppi’s neck is a slim leather collar with a small metal tag on it, “L-Lupi-chan…you really don’t-“

“We…We want to Joh- er, Master,” a new voice joins in on the conversation and your head snaps to face them, the brilliant purple eyes of your lovely Cirucci staring out with her own combination of love, fear, and lust. Just as she had always worn Cirucci is dressed in what can only be called a Gothic Lolita but with a VERY different twist this time around. Unlike her longer and puffier skirts and completely veering tops her single piece outfit consists of far less cloth than before. Instead, her luscious breasts are just barely held back by two thin quarter cups of white while, like her apparent partner in crime Luppi, her short skirt just barely hides her bare slit to your prying eyes. There is also the fact that she too, wears a slender leather collar around her throat with very similar tags as Luppi. “We…we did a terrible thing and we want to make it up to you,” Cirucci whispers, her tongue darting over her lips slightly as she looks up and down your body.

“Girls,” you mutter, trying to clear your thoughts and talk some sense into the downtrodden girls, “it…it was my fault too. I feel horrible that I forgot about you…I have so many reasons why but none of them are enough to explain why I would not remember three of the loves of my life.”

Instantly Luppi and Cirucci light up with hot crimson blushes, your words sending powerful trills through their hearts as they speak in tandem, “John…”

“Let me make it up to you,” you whisper, starting to rise from the bed as you prepare to console them, “what can I d-“

Without warning two hands lay themselves on your shoulders, fragile and slim fingers slowly working into the muscles of your body as they begin to work away the stress of the past few days, “It is true, you made a grave mistake in forgetting us…but we understand and forgive you John…and we are sorry about attacking you.” Ulquirra’s voice speaks from right behind your ear, her normal monotone quivering with fear and lust as she continues the slow massage she has going on your aching neck.

You find it hard to keep thinking straight the more Ulquirra’s hands work over your back and body, something that only gets worse as Luppi and Cirucci join in and begin rubbing the muscles of your legs and arms in tandem, “U-Ulqui-chan…Luppi-chan…Cirucci-chan…you don’t-“

“You want to make it up to us right…John-kun?” Ulquirra’s affection title sends your heart to soar and you turn to face her with a hopeful smile. Just as when you had first spent the night with Ulquirra she is dressed in the silken kimono, the fine material caressing her body just right and accentuating every curve and flare just right. However, this time Ulquirra has chosen to wear the kimono much more loosely, the front portion of the garment opened wide giving you an excellent view of her cleavage and yet another thin leather collar surrounding her neck with a set of tags that have your name printed in the stainless steel.

“Y-Yes I do Ulqui-chan,” you groan as Ulquirra, Luppi, and Cirucci each find a tense muscle all at the same time, “With…all my heart, body, and soul…”

“Then let us serve YOU with all of OUR hearts, bodies, and souls,” Ulquirra whispers as she leans in, her lips hovering just above yours as she whispers, “my Master…”

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“Hm, has anyone else noticed this?” a voice speaks amongst the insanity, the calm and rational sound of Nel’s tone seeming to slice through the clatter of the imbeciles and hyperactive kitties that surround her as she stares pointedly at Szayel’s device, “there seems to be something on the side here.”

“Oi? What are you goin on about Nel?” Grim asks with a grunt, her hand reaching up and scratching the top of her head as she speaks, “don’t tell me the thing’s broken, we still gotta fix the loud mouthed blond shrimp.”

“Go fuck yourself with a rusty razorblade you blue haired bitch!” the aforementioned blond screams, her tied up status doing nothing to silence her or keep her from the tortures of the two Shini-kitties who have decided to make her their plaything.

Ignoring Hiyori Nel raises the device in her two hands, her fingers sliding over the surface until she finds a small dial that seems to almost merge in with the color and contours of the device itself, “right here, it looks like there’s a dial or something.”

“What could it be nya?” Shinji asks as she walks up, her tail waving slightly before she blushes and puts her hands up to her cheeks, “D-Did I say nya?”

“Yeah, yeah it’s a side effect,” Grim says as she waves Shinji off, her focus now fully on Nel and the device in her hands, “so what do you think it’s for?”

As the three girls examine the box a forth approaches, the firm faced and analytically minded Nanao glancing over the groups collective shoulder before she speaks, “It looks very similar to a dial that Nemu’s Taichou would implant in his devices to control the output power of his inventions.”

“Well then let’s go wake the bitch up and ask!” Grim says with brutal cheer, her body turning to hurry and awaken the still sleeping and injured Nemu from her recuperative rest.

This however is stopped by Nel, her hand reaching out to grab hold of the bluenette’s shoulder and try to stop her from further traumatizing another woman. Yet this has the adverse effect of loosening her grip on the device, something that causes her to fumble for the invention only to accidentally spin the dial before dropping it on the ground with a heavy thud, “Oh…no…”

The room is filled with a brilliant flash of light and from somewhere comes the terrified scream of a woman’s voice…

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“It took a while but we’re here,” a crimson haired woman speaks as she looks up towards your towering complex framed by the bright blue sky of Hueco Mundo.

“And it only took us how long?” a rather busty blond hair woman quips, a smirk on her lips as the spiky red haired woman seethes, “sometimes I wonder if you have worse directional sense than Kenpachi or Yachiru.”

With a growl the red haired woman turns to the heavy chested blond, a dark glare set on a face that is laced with several tribal tattoos, “At least I’m not a lazy bitch that gets drunk all day long!”

“Hmph, still so unlady like of your Renji-chan,” the blond speaks, a grin on her face as ‘Renji-chan’ growls angrily, “when you learn matters you can join John and I any time you like!”

With that the busty woman bends down slightly before taking an impressive jump, a leap destined to take her to a nearby window which causes Renji to rear back with a rage filled shout, “Get back here Matsumoto!”

However, before Renji can even move a single muscle she is frozen in place as Matsumoto lands upon the sill of the window above and a blast of pure light white bursts out of the room and right into the face of the voluptuous Shinigami…