Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Drawn to the Rhythm (The Easiest Thing ) ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

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WARNING:

VIOLENT, SEMI GRAPHIC, AND MULTIPLE ORIHIME RAPES APPEAR IN THIS CHAPTER. THERE IS VERY STRONG LANGUAGE. IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO READ IT, THERE IS A GENERAL CHAPTER SUMMARY AT THE END OF THIS CHAPTER. THIS IS THE DARKEST CHAPTER OF THE STORY.

You've been warned and given a way around this chapter that will still allow you to continue with the rest of the story while avoiding the rape. I don't want flames for writing rape.

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Disclaimer

I don't own Bleach and I am not making any money off of it. Some other lucky bastard is!

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Author's Note(s)

`Text like this' = thoughts and internal dialogue

Chapters will probably be short. It's easier for me that way.

Sorry for any bad writing, I don't have a/any beta/s.

Thank you for the reviews. Constructive feedback does motivate me to spend more time writing. Especially since this is the first story I've ever written.

Beta'ed after the chapter was originally posted by Aurorawhisperwind

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Chapter Edit History

01-24-2008 Page layout changes, no content changes

03-12-2008 grammar and spelling changes

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Chapter Summary

Orihime has chosen to leave the life she knew behind and assist Aizen. Orihime realizes that she severely misunderstood Aizen's plans for her. Aizen gets a little scare of his own and learns that Orihime is far more valuable than he anticipated. Orihime is physically and sexually abused.

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 CHAPTER 1

 

Ulquiorra politely escorted Orihime to a large white chamber. It was magnificent, it was beautiful, and it was regal. It was something the former Orihime might have enjoyed. The stadium shaped room was filled with lesser Arrancar that circled all around from above. The ten Espada sat a large table in the center of the room and stared at her with mock interest. A short distance from the head of the Espada's table sat the man himself, Aizen Sosuke, on his self-declared throne. There was no doubt that in Huecho Mundo it was Aizen's will that would be done. Ichimaru Gin and Kaname Tosen sat on slightly smaller thrones positioned to the left and right of the man that chose to forsake their friends and the Soul Society for.

 

Orihime and Ulquiorra bowed respectfully before their master. Orihime could feel ten sets of eyes from the Espada table behind her searing into her back; she could hear their snickering and their petty bickering.

 

“Ulquiorra” was all Aizen said before the 4th Espada held out a small vile intended for Orihime.

 

Aizen shifted to a more comfortable position on his throne. He was a charming man. His face was gentle and always seemed warm and inviting. Orihime could easily understand how Hinamori Momo fell for him. “Please Inoue-san, drink.” Aizen motioned his hands to further encourage her. “I insist Inoue-san. Would you deny me?”

 

“No Aizen-sama, it is not my place to question you or deny you.” `I said good bye, I chose this. Even if I did not choose this of my own free will, what choice do I have now?'

 

Aizen was quite pleased with her words. He watched her submit without question to his simple demand to drink the contents of the bottle.

 

Aizen's eyes sparkled in anticipation, “Inoue-san, I am curious.”

 

“Yes Aizen-sama.”

 

“I've seen your ability to heal others; do you have the ability to heal yourself as well?”

 

“Hai, Aizen-sama; it works a little differently, but yes Aizen-sama, I can heal myself.”

 

Orihime saw the briefest glimmer pass through Aizen's eyes; she thought she saw curiosity and malice.

 

“Inoue-san, show me your power. Heal yourself.”

 

Confusion etched her face. `Heal myself? I'm not hurt. If I say I'm not hurt will he hurt me on purpose? No he wouldn't do that! Would he? I've sworn to help him, why would he…'

 

The spectators of the Las Noches Arrancar stadium erupted in cheers as they watched the beautiful young girl fall to the ground screaming, doubled over in pain, writhing in agony.

 

The pain was sudden, it was blinding, and it was coming from inside of her; everything around her erupted into a white blur. Orihime's eyes were clamped tightly shut as she recoiled in torment. Even through the booming laughter of her audience, Orihime could hear Aizen's serene voice, “Inoue-san, if you can heal yourself I suggest you do so. The poison won't kill you for a few days, but the pain will only grow until you heal or die.”

 

Orihime was paralyzed in pain. She could not speak. It took every last bit of concentration for her to merely think of the healing incantation. `Help! Soten Kisshun, please help me. Soten Kisshun!` Some how that was enough. Never before had she merely willed her powers to life without the use of a verbal incantation.

 

She felt the pain begin to subside in direct contrast to the change in the reiatsu of the Arrancar stadium; her `fans' seemed most enthralled with her suffering. As her suffering slowly extinguished, so did their enthusiasm. The air was heavy with the sickening reiatsu of the disappointed sadist that looked down on her. Orihime couldn't understand how it was possible for others to take so much pleasure in suffering. She would never understand cruelty. Aizen could manipulate and rip hope from a heart, but it would be impossible to separate the pacifist from the soul. Orihime would never understand cruelty. Even at the expense of her own life, she would never be capable of choosing to commit an act of cruelty.

 

The room turned to whispers of shock and awe when Orihime's formally mangled body hesitantly began to stand back up. Everything and everyone in the stadium was dumbstruck.

 

Orihime's thoughts were broken by the devil's haughty serene voice. “That was most impressive Inoue-san. Even the crowd agrees. No Human, Hollow, Arrancar, Quincy, or Shinigami has ever recovered from that poison.”

 

“Why Aizen-sama? Why did you do that to me? I've left everything I cared about and I've chosen to be here with you, to help you. Why hurt me? Why Aizen-sama? Why?” Inoue tried to be strong but she couldn't, tears streamed freely down her face. She'd never known such cruelty and humiliation. “Why?”

 

“It was necessary Inoue-san. It was necessary to know if someone as beautiful as you,” Aizen's eyes lustfully combed her body, “was capable of such a feat. I must say, I am most pleased. Aren't you happy to have pleased me Inoue-san?”

Orihime's sobs remained endless. `Who would do such a thing? He has no remorse… none at all. Why should I be pleased?' “Why? Why is it so important for you to know if I can heal myself?”

 

“Your powers will serve the cause in many ways Inoue-san, but they are not all you have to offer my army. I expect to get the most from everyone who serves me, and it can't be helped, sometimes there is sacrifice.” Aizen took a moment to revel in her innocence, her natural beauty, her chaste demeanor and her delicate and powerful reiatsu. “You know, you're a very pretty girl Inoue-san. I'm sure you hear that all the time though.”

 

“I don't understand Aizen-sama.” Orihime felt powerless and afraid. She was blinded by the flow of tears that incessantly assaulted her eyes.

 

“Yes, I suppose I am being a bit vague. I'll arrange a demonstration with Grimmjow. Will that help Inoue-san? Would you like that?”

 

“I… I suppose.” The hairs on the back of Orihime's neck came to life. There was something about his offer that sent a shiver down her spine, she felt restless, uneasy, and completely trapped.

 

`Again, he did it again that look-that reiatsu. It's the same, the same… from right before he had me drink the potion!' Fear crept through her bones. “Aizen-sama, could you just explain it another way? I don't really need a uh… I don't need Grimmjow-san to demonstrate.”

 

“I insist now Inoue-san. “ Aizen shifted his lazy gaze to Grimmjow. “Grimmjow, please help Inoue-san understand the other ways she is valuable. After all, she will serve the whims of the Espada in my absence. Please, demonstrate why her to self heal are so valuable.”

 

Grimmjow flashed his handsome wicked grin, a sinister look danced behind his eyes. “Yes Aizen-sama. Do you wish the demonstration to be held here and now?”

 

“Yes Grimmjow that seems the most alluring option. It would assure that no one has the wrong idea regarding the role of our newest and most delectable comrade.”

 

At that moment Orihime felt Ulquiorra leave her side, in a flash Grimmjow hovered over her, his mouth a mere inch from her ear. She could feel his hot breath against her neck. His reiatsu was ominous and his voice, his words they were… they were terrifying. “You're a sweet little thing, aren't you; tell me now, is I true that such a gorgeous girl as yourself who has such an incredible rack as this” Grimmjow gently caressed Orihime's right nipple with the back of his fingers “is actually still a virgin?”

 

`Virgin? Why does he want to know if I'm a virgin?' Orihime was again paralyzed in fear. Somewhere deep inside she knew exactly what he meant. She knew exactly what he wanted of from her. `No, please no it can't be!' “Wha… um… what?”

 

“Grimmjow, get on with it. As interesting as this is sure to be, I have other matters to attend to.”

 

The handsome 6th Espada turned to face his master, “Hai Aizen-sama, as you wish.”

 

In a flash, Orihime saw stars. She was brought out of her reverent stupor of denial by thousands of bright stars. She was flying, and then she wasn't. She landed face down on the Espada table. She groaned, her face stung, her tongue tasted of warm metal, and there were laughing faces all around her. Everywhere she looked there were faces of malcontent strangers laughing at her. Eyes full of mirth and malice surrounded her in vertigo. They cheered… `why are they cheering? What just happened? Why do I feel like I've been hit by a truck?'

 

… “Stunning control Grimmjow…”

 

… “Yes, yes that was a most excellent and well executed backhand. You didn't break a single bone in her weak human body, marvelous control!!”

 

… “Right on target too Grimmjow, the bitch landed smack in the middle of the table.”

 

Grimmjow bowed and accepted the praise from his fellow Espada. He was particularly pleased with how well he backhanded the little bitch himself. Grimmjow grinned wickedly from fang to fang as he raised his hands in the air to hush the ovations of his adoring fans. “If you liked the opening act” he purred while non-chillingly dusting a few pieces of imaginary lint off of his shoulders, “you'll positively love the main attraction.” He felt the heat of anticipation run through him, the hotter he got the tighter his pants became. `This will be delicious; to fuck this hot little piece of ass in from of everyone! To mess her pretty little body up anyway I want.' His own thoughts were causing him too much excitement, `Aye, I better start the show before I loose my load in my pants!' He catapulted himself to the table and grabbed a hold of one of Orihime's ankle to drag her to center stage, the edge of the Espada table.

 

Orihime still could not accept what was happening to her. She knew she was prone to strange and intense day dreams, but never anything like this. She also knew that she must have just hit her head hard; it hurt `am I hallucinating? Do I have a concussion?' Everything around her was so surreal, it couldn't actually be happening. Acts of cruelty like this weren't ever real, right? They were just ideas, things of the imagination that filled up books… right?

 

She felt something cold and unrelenting clamp down her ankle. Then, with a complete lack of tenderness and with an utter and complete void of compassion, she felt her body being forcefully dragged across the table.

 

The world around Orihime began to come into focus. When she was no longer being pulled, when she could clearly see the pleasure that each and every Espada was experiencing over her torment, when she could see the hungry merciless eyes of the Arrancar in the stadium lusting after her anguish, when she was she realized it wouldn't be just more pain but shame and humiliation, Orihime knew she would never be the same again.

 

… ”Get on with it Grimmjow, fuck her already!”

 

… ”Not too much though, you better not fucking ruin her for the rest of us.”

 

… “This shows over-rated; wake me when she screams in despair.”

 

Orihime looked over her shoulder, she felt like she had dysphasia. She could barely think straight, she couldn't speak, all she wanted to do was scream for Kurosaki-kun to save her but she couldn't. She was bent over the table and the motion of being towed across the table had caused her silky white Arrancar uniform to bunch up over her hips. Ulquiorra hadn't given her any undergarments to wear with her new wardrobe. With the exception of her boots, Orihime was bare assed and exposed to a stadium full of Arrancar. She was the main attraction. She was innocent, helpless, and mortified!

 

Orihime yelped in pain when Grimmjow painfully grabbed her hair by the roots and twisted her head back, too far back, so that she could look at him “Any last words pretty little saseko [loose woman, whore]?” Orihime froze in terror again, Grimmjow stood naked behind her, caressing his cock.

 

“Ahh yes, you're speechless; I know, I know I am an impressive specimen! Well then little saseko, if you have nothing to say before I become your first.” He leaned in close to listen whisper into her ear, Orihime felt like the full weight of his malcontented reiatsu was pressing down on her, it was so powerful and so vile she could barely breathe. The expression on his face darkened as he breathed heavily into her neck, “I'll let you know something about myself… before we become intimate. My name is Grimmjow Jeagerjaques; I am the 6th, the Sexta Espada. You did an excellent job restoring my arm; I'd like to show my gratitude. But first, I realllly love the sound of tearing flesh!”

 

Orihime's eyes went with desperate fear as he sensually spoke those last words breathily into her neck. There was nothing she could do, his reiatsu held her down, she felt like a two ton elephant was using her as bench. Grimmjow wasted no time, and in one thrust he rammed the full length of his cock inside her un-stretched, un-lubricated, virgin ass. The sounds of Orihime's screams were so loud they permeated through the walls of the stadium. Everyone Las Noches heard her screams of pure agony. Everyone in Las Noches felt the enormously powerful spike in her unique reiatsu.

 

Aizen shifted slightly on his throne. His face did not betray him. He seemed just as calm and mildly amused as always even though his mind was riddled with surprise. Surprise that quickly turned to fear, the kind of fear one feels when they realize they have made a grave miscalculation and underestimated an opponent. `Impossible, that girl's reiatsu; no one person can be that powerful. You'd have to be the right hand of God, the very heart of the universe, to harbor that much power!!!' In that moment, Aizen was scared. `I must control her; she must never go against me. If she ever learned to control even a fraction of her power, she could destroy me and everything I've worked for in her sleep!'

 

For a moment everything in Las Noches stopped. Weaker Arrancar we're brought to their knees by the power that burst from the pretty young human girl being raped by the 6th Espada. All over the premises the fighting came to a temporary screeching halt as Ichigo, Uryuu, Chad, Renji, and Rukia stood frozen. They'd never felt such power or heard such desolate cries of torment and suffering. Each one of them would have traded places with her if they could have. Each one of them knew that Inoue Orihime was special; she was the physical embodiment of all the best things in life that they fought to protect. Inoue Orihime should never know pain.

 

The Arrancar elite heard the flesh of the young girl's body as Grimmjow's pride ripped her apart from the inside. The Espada cheered, Ichimaru Gin and Kumara Tosen winced at the sound while Aizen seemed mildly amused at the act itself, but secretly swore that she must be broken, completely broken, as soon as possible. `That woman scares me.'

 

Orihime lay listless and crying as blood flowed freely down her legs. Even breathing caused unbearable pain. Still, she could not stop her body from the jerky movements caused her hopeless sobs. It seemed pain was inevitable.

 

Grimmjow smacked her ass hard and pulled out. He was pleased with his performance. A sloppy and loud `pop' was heard when he withdrew. That disgusting sound caused by the combination of the airtight vacuum and the blood in her anus was something she believed she'd never be able to forget. As soon as he pulled out the trapped blood gushed out. Yes, yes Grimmjow was so pleased with his work that he encouraged and ushered the other Espada to come see the huge gapping hole he left in his wake.

 

Orihime was in is too much pain to focus on anything else. Or rather, she chose to focus only on the pain and nothing else. She wasn't sure she could survive both the pain and the degrading humiliation that came with being rapped in a stadium filled with 1000's of spectators who rejoiced in her agony.

 

There was only a moment of reprieve, if it was even possible to consider being bent half naked over a table sobbing with blood running down your legs amidst an audience of thousands, before Orihime felt Grimmjow spear into her once more. Again, she screamed! She didn't know if this time it just hurt far less than last time, if it hurt less because she was expecting it, or maybe it hurt less because her mind and body were going numb. Even though Grimmjow's pride was once again ripping her from the inside out, she didn't scream as loudly as she did last time. She could feel the Espada behind her as he rocked his hips back and forth sliding in and out virgin pussy. It took every ounce of control he had not to spill himself inside of her when he tore through her maiden barrier.

 

“Finish up Grimmjow. You've had your fun.”

 

“Right away Aizen-sama!” Grimmjow voiced enthusiastically. A few more thrusts into her cunt and Orihime felt a thick warm liquid burst into her womb.

 

`He came, he came inside me!' Sobs racked her body once more. She couldn't hold back the tears no matter how badly the movement hurt her. She cried into the table. She didn't want to see the crowd that she was so shamefully on display for. She didn't want them to see her either. Her face was the only thing she had the power to hide from them.

 

“Ulquiorra, take her back to her room. I'll await your final report.”

 

“Hai, Aizen-sama.”

 

Orihime wasn't certain if it was just her or the lights in the Arrancar stadium that were fading.

 

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Orihime's eyes slowly fluttered awake, she was surrounded by the walls of her pristine white prison. Someone was touching her, it felt nice. It was a soft touch, and it made her smile with half-lidded eyes, “Kurosaki-kun?” An unwanted and unwelcome voice answered.

 

“Kurosaki Ichigo is not with you.” What she felt was the gentle touch of Ulquiorra running a cool cloth over her face. `Was it all just a dream?'

 

“You are hurt, you must heal.” Spoke a cold and unemotional voice.

 

As she tried to sit up a sharp pain ripped through her body. In that instant she realized that her nightmare was indeed her reality. She was here in Hueco Mundo. She had left her friends behind. She swore herself to Aizen who had not only poisoned her with some unfathomably painful elixir, but he had also staged her brutal and very public rape. Orihime's entire body began to throb. All she could do was cry.

 

She felt Ulquiorra gently slip off her boots and begin to clean the dried blood from her legs. Immediately she shot up and coward in the corner. “Don't touch me! Why are you here? What does Aizen-sama want from me Ulquiorra?” Orihime felt the large walls of the room begin to close in on her.

 

“Aizen-sama has placed you in my custody. I will never be far. Aizen-sama expects the same from you as he does every member of his army.” The 4th Espada spoke both dutifully and blandly.

 

The green-eyed sad looking Espada sat at the edge of the bed and stared vacantly at the frightened abused girl. He made it clear that the next move was hers and that he would simply wait patiently for her to act so that he in turn could react.

 

“Does he expect me to heal his soldiers?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“And my body…Grimmjow…”

 

“Aizen-sama expects you to both heal and sooth the Espada. If may calm you to know that we are each different, we are not all as unrefined and brutal as Grimmjow.” He watched the frightened girl cringe before continuing to speak matter-of-factly. “You will cater to any and all Espada needs and desires.

Your ability to heal yourself guarantees that you will be constantly ready to receive any one of us at any time regardless of what it done to you.”

 

Orihime winced; she didn't think such cruel and uncompassionate sentences could be mouthed. “But… but you are Espada Ulquiorra.” `Does he blink? Stop starring at me!'

 

“I am.”

 

“Will you…” Orihime swallowed hard and secretly hoped against hope that he would be her friend. She desperately needed a friend right now. “Will you… also… I mean… like Grimmjow… me?”

 

“Yes, it is expected. You are both a healer and a concubine for the Espada. You exist for all ten of us, and Aizen-sama himself if he so desires.” Ulquiorra moved smoothly along the bed to sit along side his ward; he gently wiped the tears from her face. “This is your purpose in life now; I am here to help you accept it and adjust to it. You cannot run or hide from it.” He softly brushed his thumb across her lips. “Now, heal, let me bring your body the pleasure that Grimmjow could not.”

 

Inoue pushed his hand away from her, she felt like she was going to throw up. “NO! I won't let you rape me too!”

 

“The choice is no longer yours; you've already chosen to leave your destiny in Aizen-sama's hands. I do not wish to hurt or force you, but I will be with you. It is expected. Let me do what I can to help ease your transition into your new life.”

 

`How can someone be that nonchalant when looking someone in the eye to tell them he's about to rape them? Still, he's the only one who's talks to me here. How can his touch feel so gentle when his eyes and heart are so void? Is this my life, I'm an Espada whore now? They can beat me and hurt me all they want with no consequences and think I'll just heal myself and it's all better? Life as an Espada nurse, punching bag, and whore -or- death, is that the only choice I have left?'

 

“I must insist that you heal. I do not wish to hurt you but if you do not heal it will be unavoidable. If you heal, I promise you will feel no physical pain from my ministrations.” Ulquiorra leaned in and slowly began undoing her clothing. “Your time is up; heal now for your own sake. Either way, this will happen.”

 

`He's right, I've lost this battle. He's going to do what he wants to me anyway. The least I can do is heal myself so there is no added pain.' “WAIT… please wait! I'll heal.” `Oh, god! I'm going to be raped again.'

 

Ulquiorra watched patiently. `She heals herself and she cries. I will not harm your body girl. I will make it crave sex. I'll be soft, sweet, and gentle. Even if you do not wish it, my touch and my thrusts will bring you pleasures you've never dreamt before. You'll detest yourself for It for enjoying what I can do to you. I'll destroy your will, bury your resolve, but I will not harm your beautiful body. Let the others do that. You will ache to be touched. You will crave humiliation to intensify your orgasms. This will please Aizen-sama greatly.'

 

Orihime finished healing, she could not look her soon to be rapist in his cold green eyes. Softly she made one last stand…”I don't want this. Please Ulquiorra.”

 

“The choice is no longer yours, it will happen.” He stood and extended his deceitfully warm hand. “Come, I will bathe you. Grimmjow was sloppy.”

 

She took his hand and softly cried as he led her into her disgustingly tainted pristine white bathing chamber. Orihime had always liked the color white. It was soft, pretty, pure, and light. Now white was hard, ugly, vile and heavy.

 

The next few days were a vacant blur. Orihime wasn't even sure if she slept at all. She felt as though Aizen was purposely depriving her of rest. That on top of the endless emotional manipulations, physical abuse and sexual debasement become too much. One after another someone would occupy her. Soon the faces and the feelings or pleasure and pain all blended together. What was the point in keeping up with the faces, she didn't want to know any of them. She didn't want to remember them or how they made her feel. It was this detachment, Orihime's exceptional talent for day dreaming that seemed to hinder the progress of Aizen and Ulquiorra's plans. True, they were beginning to see signs that her body craved attention of any kind. She would writhe in ecstasy at physical contact, it didn't matter if she was being fucked, bitten, stabbed, or punched. It simply didn't matter how she was touched her body seemed to enjoy it. Though Aizen was well aware that was most likely the case because her mind seemed to disassociate. Yet, she still did whatever she was told.

 

Grimmjow quickly grew frustrated with her; he'd even lost interest in her completely. He said he had no desire to fuck a trained dog. He was pretty pissed when she spread her legs for him before he even asked her to. He was a pure sadist, and if she wasn't suffering, he couldn't enjoy her.

 

It was obvious that her voluptuous nubile body was responding well to her physical conditioning, but no matter what they did they couldn't seem to reach or even erode her mind. Orihime had almost completely

gotten lost in her other world, the happy places in her head. Other than following commands and orders there was little sign that she was even aware of the ghastly world around her.

 

Aizen stood at the back of the room with Ulquiorra faithfully at his side. Together they watched as Espada 10, Yammy, and Espada 9, Aaroniero, `played' with Orihime. “This will not do Ulquiorra.”

 

“I understand Aizen-sama.” He did understand. It wasn't enough that she was an excellent stress relieving toy for the Espada, it wasn't enough that she repeatedly healed herself and others on command. If Aizen could not reach and control her very soul then she was a liability. One who could not be trusted or relied upon from one second to the next. He needed her undying loyalty and devotion to ensure her place by his side.

 

“Ulquiorra, how do you propose we fix this?”

 

“The Kurosaki boy Aizen-sama, I believe he's the key. Whatever she's found to hold onto, he seems to be the biggest part of her resolve. Destroy what she sees in him, she'll have nothing left to escape to in her mind.”

 

“Excellent Ulquiorra. Hmmm, Kurosaki Ichigo, that's the Vizard boy that's here in Los Noches right now?”

 

“Yes, Aizem-sama. He was the one person she chose to say goodbye to. She seems to be in love with him.

 

“Very well, I'll make this quick. Ulquiorra, take for other Espada and capture the Vizard. Separate him from his zanpakuto first and bring the sword to me. The 5 of you will keep constant guard over him. Do not kill him but torture him until he is so weak that his hollow is in complete control. He must retain his hollow form, Ulquiorra.”

 

“Yes Aizen-sama, what then?”

 

“Bring him to the stadium. I'm feeling a bit nostalgic. I think it's time for a reunion.”

 

An hour later Hollow-Ichigo was led into the stadium by his relentless Espada captors who continued to taunt and torture him with exceptional amusement. Hollow-Ichigo's eyes quickly fell on Aizen as he sat regally upon his throne; there was clearly someone on their knees between his legs hard at work as he watched Aizen's robes bob up and down. Two dainty and feminine feet poked out from the bottom.

 

“Whoo Hooo man! How do I get in on some of that action?” Hollow-Ichigo's loud high pitched creepy laugh filled the room. Then his face turned mockingly-serious, “serious man, Ichigo never lets me have any fun. How bout setting that pop tart on me for awhile?”

 

“Hrmmmmmmmm…” Aizen feigned ecstasy. “She quite good at what she does, why should I pull her off my cock for you?”

 

“Awe, don't be cruel. Watching you two's already got me all fucking hard. Besides `Big Boy' I'm your guest ain't I? So where're your fucking manners?” The Espada felt this was once more a perfect opportunity to beat their guest of honor into the ground.

 

Aizen lightly tapped the girl under his robes signaling to her that she should stop before he stood up. “You are absolutely right my young friend. After all, she is the house pet, we've all had her. She'll spread her legs for anyone. Please, accept my humblest apologies for being an ungracious host. I'll loan her to you, she can help with that special problem of yours. “Aizen pointed at the tent between Hollow-Ichigo's his legs and quietly instructed the beauty emerging from his robes to go lay down on the table and tend to the house guest of honor.

 

“OH MAN YOU FUCKING ROCK! She's fucking hot too. Sayyyy…she kinda looks likes Ichigo's dimwit pop tart of a friend too. She's got a loaded rack just like that bitch does.” His creepy laugh filled the air once again as he dropped his robes and positioned himself between Orihime's legs at her entrance. He began to slide into her tight, wet, warmth. His hands reached out to knead her well-developed luscious breasts.

“Oh god yes. She's so warm, so wet.” The words sensually rolled of his tongue. His eyes began to roll back in ecstasy while she slowly savored the feeling of being sheathed inside her and steadily pumped in and out of her slit.

Once again Orihime heard Aizen's voice. “Look a him Inoue-san, look up. Who is that young man fucking you right now, is it Kurosaki Ichigo?” That's all it took to break her trance.

She felt her back scrape up and down against the table, his hands clamped down too roughly on her breasts; she could feel him plowing in and out of her pussy with little regard to how she felt, but it was Kurosaki-kun so she chose delusion and ignored he unpleasant sensations.

“Bitch ain't that tight though, what the hell have you been doing with her? Heh, no worries man. She's still good pussy. Beggars can't be choosers, right!”

 

`I've had this dream before, Kurosaki-kun inside me.' She reached out to tentatively touch his face, “Kurosaki-kun? Kurosaki-kun, please slow down, that hurts.” She bit back a gasp when his eyes flew open; black eyes with yellow pupils starred back her from above.

 

“Sorry bitch, Ichigo isn't home!” The speed and force he used to drive into her seemed to double once he realized this was Ichigo's dimwit, pop tart, huge racked little bitch of a friend. It didn't bother him at all that she began to squirm and cry or that his motions were causing her cuts in her back. He hated Ichigo and would do anything he could to hurt him; to bring him down. He simply couldn't resist fucking with someone Ichigo cared about. He despised Ichigo. “Man Ichigo has some hot fucking friends, do you know he masturbates to you. He has for years. Yeah really, he's a sick little fuck. His favorite fantasy is one where he skull fucks you then takes you by force from behind before running home to cry in Rukia's arms.”

 

“YOU'RE LYING… where is Kurosaki-kun? STOP! Please stop you're hurting me. Please stop Kurosaki-kun… please... please. Why are you hurting me?” She reached out grab hold of his wrists in desperation. Her voice fell to a whisper, she felt there were flood gates behind her eyes ready to break, all she could see and all she could feel in her current state of mind was the boy she loved raping her. Her body slide back and forth against the table, “Kurosaki-kun no… Kurosaki-kun I love you… Kurosaki-kun you're hurting me.”

 

“You're even hotter when you're being all bitchy and squirmy. Damn you're one hell of a whore.” He raised his hand high back handed her, just like Grimmjow. “Hot damn that feels great!”

 

“Please stop”… she licked the blood dripping from her busted lip. “Please no… stop… Kurosaki-kun why?”

 

“Oh god, you're so fucking hot! I gotta get me a little whore like you. You think Ichigo will share. He's a fucking tard for loving that snotty Shinigami bitch with the renegade bangs, but least I agree with him about you, he thinks you'd be a great fuck. Man is that boy ever right!!!”

 

“Kurosaki-kun….” Her body went limp and her world went black.

 

“Hah hah, I fucked the bitch unconscious, let's see Ichigo top that! Ohh yeah… oh yeahh…I'm gonna come. You watching this King, you wake up yet? Did you watch me fuck your little friend? Man she is she hot!”

`…Subconsciously buried Ichigo: YOU BASTARD LET ME THE FUCK OUT! GET AWAY FROM HER… ORIHIME!!!!!!!'

 

“Calm down Kingy, I'm not a bad man. Here, I'll let you have the best part… finish on up. Come inside that sweet little pussy of hers.”

 

Eyes faded from black to white and pupils from yellow to brown, Hollow-Ichigo disappeared leaving Ichigo to explode with an intense orgasm and fill up the womb of his childhood friend. `Did I just rape Orihime? THAT BASTARD!'

 

Ichigo slowly pulled out of Orihime and fell to his knees. This was a bad dream. It didn't really happen. He didn't just rape his friend, the sweetest gentlest person he knows. He didn't just rape the very person he came to Hueco Mundo to save. Did he? He was lost inside himself. `Did I just rape Inoue-san?' Aizen and the Espada didn't matter right now, he wasn't even aware they were there. Shock was creeping over him. He just watched his friend get raped with his own body, and he was there himself to finish the job.

 

“Yes Ulquiorra, I think that will work well, perfectly in fact. What else does she have to hold onto now?”

 

“Yes, Aizen-sama, I think that was all we needed. Shall I return the Vizard to his confinement?”

 

“Please do Ulquiorra; he's of no use any longer. Have the Espada kill him.”

 

“It will be done Aizen-sama.” Ulquiorra motioned to Yammy who happily sent a single swift blow to the sulking Vizard's head, promptly escorting him to join his female friend in the darkness of unconscious oblivion.

 

END OF CHAPTER, not the end of the story

 

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CHAPTER 1 SUMMARY (no rape details)

 

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*SHORT SHORT VERSION: Orihime is VASTLY abused (general idea, kill the light by smothering it with dark). Aizen wishes to break her mind, spirit, heart, and body so that her powers will always be at his disposal and he won't have to worry about her ever defecting. He is scared of the power she harbors and even refers to her as the “Right Hand of God” and the “Heart of the Universe.”*

 

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This chapter starts right after the prologue. Orihime does not know what her role is in Aizen's master plan. She assumes that her purpose is merely to heal his wounded soldiers. She expects to live a solitary and lonely life.

 

Orihime will ultimately accept any destiny Aizen chooses for her because she feels that she is alone and that she made the choice to abandon her friends and the life she knew before Hueco Mundo to be with him of her own free will.

 

Aizen is curious to know if Orihime can heal herself. He puts this to a test by putting her on public display in a stadium full of Arrancar, poisoning her, and demanding that she heal herself. He is pleased when she heals. The Arrancar are pleased with their entertainment.

 

Orihime cannot understand why Aizen poisoned her when she thought she was an ally there to help.

 

She spends this entire chapter trying to understand why people want to hurt her and how it's even possible that such cruelty exists. She is even more baffled by the sadistic natures of the Arrancar; they truly enjoy inflicting pain and watching others suffer.

 

Aizen calls upon Grimmjow to help Orihime understand why her ability to self heal is so important. As part of the nights entertainment, Grimmjow rapes Orihime in front of everyone.

 

While Grimmjow has his way with Orihime she lets out an enormous and very unexpected burst of her reiatsu. Power she isn't even aware of; power Aizen did not expect her to have.

 

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Aizen shifted slightly on his throne. His face did not betray him. He seemed just as calm and mildly amused as always even though his mind was riddled with surprise. Surprise that quickly turned to fear, the kind of fear one feels when they realize they have made a grave miscalculation and underestimated an opponent. `Impossible, that girl's reiatsu; no one person can be that powerful. You'd have to be the right hand of God, the very heart of the universe, to harbor that much power!!!' In that moment, Aizen was scared. `I must control her; she must never go against me. If she ever learned to control even a fraction of her power, she could destroy me and everything I've worked for in her sleep!'

 

For a moment everything in Las Noches stopped. Weaker Arrancar we're brought to their knees by the power that burst from the pretty young human girl <clipped out>. All over the premises the fighting came to a temporary screeching halt as Ichigo, Uryuu, Chad, Renji, and Rukia stood frozen. They'd never felt such power <clipped out>. Each one of them would have traded places with her if they could have. Each one of them knew that Inoue Orihime was special; she was the physical embodiment of all the best things in life that they fought to protect. Inoue Orihime should never know pain.

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Orihime wakes up in her room after passing out. Ulquiorra then explains Orihime's purpose:

 

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“You will cater to any and all Espada needs and desires. Your ability to heal yourself guarantees that you will be constantly ready to receive any one of us at any time regardless of what it done to you.”

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In other words, she is the healer, punching bag, and whore for the ten Espada, and of course those of higher rank. Since Orihime can heal herself, the Espada are free to do to her as they please.

 

Despite depriving Orihime of sleep on top of all of her other abuses, Aizen's attempts to break Orihime through torture are not entirely successful, he cannot seem to reach her mind. Orihime tends to disassociate much of the time to a happier place in her head thanks to her exceptional ability to day dream. Aizen and Ulquiorra conclude that Ichigo is the key since he was the one person she chose to say goodbye to. They decide that in order to break her mind they have to destroy whatever powerful thing she is escaping to inside of her head.

 

Five Espada find Ichigo on Las Noches grounds. They capture him and torture him until he is so week that his hollow form has complete control. They `offer' up Orihime's `services' to Hollow-Ichigo who accepts gladly. He complains that Ichigo never lets him have any fun. He harbors a great deal of hate for Ichigo. He is very excited that he'll get to hurt Ichigo by hurting one of his friends. Orihime's deteriorated mental state leads her to believe that Ichigo has betrayed her by raping her, and then passes out. Hollow-Ichigo, in an attempt to inflict cruel mental anguish on the real Ichigo, `graciously allows' Ichigo to reclaim his body just as he achieves orgasm.

 

Ichigo falls to his knees too distraught over what he has done to Orihime to be aware of his surroundings. The Espada knock him unconscious.

 

Aizen and Ulquiorra are quite please with themselves. They believe they've shattered the last bit of control, free will, and sanity that Orihime had by thoroughly destroying her image of Ichigo.

 

END OF CHAPTER SUMMARY