Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Perpetual ❯ Virgin ( Chapter 1 )

Tite Kubo owns Bleach and the characters and gets paid for it. I don't. I just write these to amuse myself.

 

Virgin

 

Orihime lay on the floor where she had fallen once Ulquiorra had released his grip. She couldn't think how she had upset him. She had done everything he'd asked; she'd said her farewells to Ichigo as he lay asleep. She was such a wimp that even when she had the chance she couldn't kiss him. Instead she's just stood there, said some stupid words, cried and then healed him. She made herself sick. If she was more like Rukia... if she was more like Rukia she would have fought back with all her strength.

 

Thinking about Rukia and Ichigo made her cry. She wanted to be with Ichigo. He'd never given her any sign he was interested in her, but she'd hoped that with time he would come to appreciate her.

 

She raised her head at the sound of the door opening. Could it be Ichigo come to rescue her? Could it be her knight in a black shinigami uniform? Her hopes were quickly dashed as the person who entered the room was dressed in white.

 

Wiping the tears from her eyes so she could clearly see who it was she felt herself let out an involuntary gasp. It the man she had seen earlier, who'd ordered her to heal Grimmjow. When she first saw him she wasn't sure if she would like him. He was looking at her with a smile, but the smile was not very friendly or warm.

 

“I've introduced myself before; I'm Sosuke Aizen. And you are Orihime Inoue.” The tall figure looked down at her as if considering what he should do with her.

 

It was Captain Aizen, but an Aizen different to the one described to her. She had not looked at him too closely earlier, scared as she was by all the people staring at her. His face was sharper; the angles were more defined, giving a harder edge. The smiling mouth seemed cruel and predatory and he was not wearing glasses. He walked close to her and grabbed her arms, pulling her to her knees. He then took her chin in his hand while studying at her face.

 

“You're even prettier up close,” he mused. “But I don't like those clothes, they're ugly. Take them off.”

 

Orihime looked at him with her mouth open, stunned. Why did he want her to take off her clothes? She didn't really want to think of the reason, so she denied the request in her mind. He must have asked her something else. Continuing to stare at him, she hoped he would leave.

 

“I told you to take off your clothes, girl. Don't you understand simple Japanese? I've heard you speak; you followed the instructions I gave you previously; you must be able to understand me.” The erstwhile captain was not accustomed to having people ignore his direct orders. “I have new clothes for you.” He indicated a pile of white fabric lying on the bed.

 

“I can't get changed in front of you.” Orihime whispered, scared by the attention and not wishing to disrobe in front of a stranger.

 

“Why not? You're not at home and the rules are different here. The only rules are the ones I invent. I have told you to remove your clothes, either do so, or I will cut them off you. That unfortunately may mark your flesh, if I'm not careful. Too bad if I do, you can heal yourself quickly enough.” Aizen took a sharp knife from his pocket. “Are you going to take your clothes off now? Knives provide more intimacy than zanpaku-to's.”

 

Orihime glanced toward the door. It was too far to run and if she managed to escape from the room, where could she go? How could she get home? She was no longer in her world. It all seemed so pointless. The Arrancar could come and take her away again even if she managed to return. She was trapped in a world where there was no one to protect her. Her only protector was the man in front of her, a man she could not trust.

 

“You've had long enough to think about it.” Aizen brought the point of his weapon close to her shirt. Without thinking about it Orihime removed her shirt and skit. That was what he wanted, wasn't it?

 

“The rest of it, take off the rest of it. You don't obey directions very well, do you? I'll break you of that soon enough.” Aizen was watching her closely. His eyes had become more focused and intent.

 

With trembling hands, Orihime unfastened her bra and removed her pants, socks and shoes. She stood, scared and completely naked.

 

“Mmmm. Not bad. I like the breasts, very nice. And you're a natural redhead. I know someone who will be interested in that. Lie on the bed, girl.” Aizen fixed his eyes on Orihime's, directing her with a will she could not ignore or resist.

 

On legs that felt like they were made of wood, Orihime went and lay on the bed. She didn't want to think about what was occurring. “I'm dreaming this. It's not really happening.”

 

Hearing the rustle of fabric dropping to the floor, she tuned her face in the direction of the sound, fearful of what it might mean. Aizen was moving close to the bed. He was naked and he was staring at her hungrily. Orihime quickly shut her eyes; she didn't want to see him naked. She had hoped until now that nothing would happen but it seemed her hopes were not to be realised.

 

“Scared, girl? Good. I like it when my playthings are scared, it's more amusing.” Aizen said the words casually.

 

Orihime felt the bed dip as Aizen joined her after throwing the new clothes to the floor. She felt her wrists grabbed and tied above her head to the bed head, at least she thought it was the bed head. She tried tugging her hands away, but the binding held firm. “I want to fight back, but I want to make certain that you won't win.” Aizen observed. Orihime squeezed her eyes shut even tighter.

 

“Let me go. Please.”

 

Ignoring her words and with little care he pushed her legs apart and she felt the bed shift as knelt between them. “I wonder if you managed to make it with the boy,” Aizen said. His fingers parted her as he spoke.

 

With no further preparation, Orihime felt something hard between her thighs, trying to push into her. “No, no, no, no,” she chanted with a mixture of fear and disgust, trying to struggle, trying to kick with her legs. The next minute she felt cords tied around her ankles, spreading her legs wide and restraining her.

 

“It's too late for that. Struggle all you like, but it won't do any good. I told you before, my rules.” Aizen said.

 

She tried to summon Tsubaki and her shield, attempted to reject, but Aizen just laughed and increased his reiatsu, flattening her opposition and her hopes.

 

Feeling the hard thing between her thighs again, she bucked against it, trying to get away. She didn't want him to do this. She wanted Ichigo. “Please don't. Please leave me alone. I'll do anything.”

 

“But this is the anything I want. I like the way you're moving. You want me; do you with all that squirming? Impatient little thing. Okay, if you want it so much.”

 

She felt agonizing pain as Aizen shoved his cock into her, hard, pushing past her obstruction with little effort. He was ramming into her, taking her virginity. She screamed loudly.

 

“I like it when my playthings scream.” Aizen was not letting her get accustomed to his intrusion. He had commenced thrusting into her hard and fast; each movement caused new pain. It hurt so much that Orihime could not stop screaming and her eyes were leaking tears.

 

“Tight little virgin. The boy hasn't had you yet. I like tight little virgins with their hot cunts and unawakened bodies; I like breaking them in, fucking them over and over.” Aizen's voice was thick with satisfaction and lust. He continued to pump into her hard and fast.

 

Each movement seemed to tear her more. By now Orihime did not have enough breath to scream. She was whimpering as Aizen continued driving into her and she could feel blood coursing down her thighs from her torn entrance. “I was saving myself for Ichigo,” she thought amidst the pain and the shame.

 

“Can't scream any more? What a disappointment. I like the sound but maybe this will encourage you,” Aizen said as he brought his mouth to her breast and sank his teeth into her nipple. He had judged correctly and Orihime screamed at the new pain.

 

She could not believe this was happening to her. Only a few hours ago she had been too scared to kiss Ichigo goodbye. Now she was being raped by a traitor who enjoyed inflicting pain. Her body was throbbing with hurt; she wanted it to be over.

 

“Good. Good.” Aizen was panting. His breathing became more irregular.

 

Orihime felt a new sensation as she was flooded with Aizen's semen. Aizen lay on top of her breathing unevenly. She opened her tear drenched eyes and looked with hatred at her rapist. At least he had stopped, but the pain continued. The sperm stung her torn skin and she felt filthy and used. The desire to kill him grew strong.

 

“That was good. Now girl, I want you to heal yourself; heal everything.” Aizen rolled off and looked at her in anticipation. His eyes were drawn down to the blood on her legs. He smiled as he looked. “You bled as well, this just gets better.”

 

“No, I won't, I won't do anything else you tell me to.” Orihime was amazed at her new found bravery and hatred.

 

“If you don't I'll send Grimmjow and Ulquiorra to kill you orange haired friend. It wouldn't take them long. Do as I say, girl, or they'll bring his head back to decorate your room.”

 

Recognising the truth behind the threat, wearily Orihime summoned her powers and healed herself. There was no point in resisting Aizen, he had destroyed her dreams. She could never be with Ichigo now Aizen had taken everything from her. Even if she could not be with Ichigo, she still wanted him alive.

 

The healing did not take long. Aizen wiped away the blood and sperm from her legs and looked at her, examining her carefully. She flinched at his examination, but there was nothing she could do bound as she was. He parted her and prodded her with his fingers. She stiffened at the additional intrusion. The observation seemed to arouse him and Orihime saw his cock stiffen and become engorged with blood. She didn't see any point in looking away. He'd already raped her once. She knew he was going to rape her again.

 

“Now I'll try out my theory. Just check you're tied securely. Good.” Aizen tested her bonds and then knelt between her thighs again. “I hope this is what I believe will happen. You won't enjoy it, but I know I will, either way.”

 

Orihime cringed, trying to curl into a ball, but the bonds held her tightly. Aizen took his cock in his hand, stroked it once or twice and then parted the lips of her vagina. Without any more preparation, he thrust into her again. Orihime felt herself stiffen against his cock. She did not want him to rape her again. At first his come seemed to make his entry easier until her reached her hymen. Then the pain returned and if anything it was worse this time. She couldn't stop the scream that was ripped from her throat. Aizen grunted with satisfaction as he felt her resistance. Pushing hard he broke through her hymen again and quickly thrust into her fully. This time he waited for a few minutes.

 

“I hoped that would be the case. I could have performed clinical tests, but this seemed more fun to me. God, you're so fucking tight, I love it. You will be my perpetual virgin. I'll make you heal yourself and then I'll deflower you again and again.” Orihime felt sick at these words. She would have to keep enduring this pain while Aizen took his sick pleasure. The tears trickled down her cheeks at the thought of being a perpetual virgin at the mercy of Aizen.

 

“Crying? I like that, but I prefer the screams. I think I've given you enough time to get used to me. I'm going to fuck you hard now. I want you to get to know what I like so you can make sure you give it to me.” Aizen's mouth dropped to her shoulder and bit her hard as he began to thrust into her. She felt the teeth break the skin. The pain of the sex and the pain in her shoulder made her scream again. “That's right, girl, scream for me.” The screams seemed to arouse Aizen even more and he increased the speed of his thrusts. “You're screaming, but you're wet with my cum. It makes it so much easier to fuck you. I must do this often. As I've already come, this should take longer.”

 

Orihime tried to stop screaming, but the pain was too intense. Every time she managed to suppress a scream, Aizen devised a new way to hurt her until, eventually, he came.

 

“Should I make you heal yourself again and fuck you once more? I like the idea. You want me to, don't you?” Aizen was prodding her shoulder, apparently admiring his teeth marks.

 

Orihime shook her head vehemently.

 

“Don't deny me anything, girl. You are to do what I say, think what I say, believe what I tell you; I hold the power of life and death here. I can get all your friends killed if you don't please me.”

 

“Not Ichigo!” the wail was out of her mouth before she could stop it.

 

“Ichigo. Ichigo and the rest of your friends. You can't go back now. You're here because I want you here. When I tire of you I'll give you to someone else. Make sure I don't tire of you.”

 

“I want you to tire of me.” Orihime forced the words from her mouth.

 

“No you don't. Anyway, how could I tire of a perpetual virgin? I can take your virginity every hour, every day if I want. If you want to keep your friends alive, you do what you're told. Understand?”

 

“No. I don't understand.” Orihime was trying to defy him.

 

“Heal yourself, girl. Heal yourself again. I think it would be a good idea to fuck you again, so you realise that you have no control here. You live or die on my whim. My desire at the moment it to keep taking your virginity, over and over, but maybe you need to be taught a lesson.” Aizen looked at her, his eyes calculating and Orihime began to feel nervous.

 

“Give me to someone else. I'd prefer anyone to you. Why do you think your threats scare me? I only care about my friends. I'll stay but only because you threaten them.” Orihime hoped Aizen would give her to someone else, someone who didn't have preference for raping virgins.

 

“I told you, foolish girl, I want to keep taking your virginity. I want to open you up, screw you regularly. Virgins are my favourite fuck and you will always be able to renew yours. Heal yourself, and stop talking. You're not here for conversation.”

 

Squeezing her eyes tightly shut she summoned her powers and mentally implored them not to heal her virginity completely. If it wasn't completely healed it wouldn't hurt so much the next time. Aizen wouldn't notice, would he? She wasn't sure it would work, but she hoped it would.

 

“Hurry up! This is taking too long.” Aizen was urging her to finish healing.

 

As soon as she had finished, Aizen again mounted her and forced his way in. It appeared to Orihime that her silent pleas had helped the pain was much less this time as Aizen pushed his cock inside her. She was tired and desperate and did not try to resist. She did not scream when he finally penetrated her fully.

 

Aizen paused. “What did you do, girl? You're not fighting back. You didn't scream. You're bleeding, but not as much. What did you do?” Aizen glared at Orihime.

 

Orihime realised her mistake. If she had screamed and struggled he might not have noticed, but it was too late. He'd noticed and she had to think of an explanation. She panicked as she couldn't quickly think of anything that might serve as an answer that did not reveal the truth.

 

Annoyed by her delay in replying, Aizen slapped her across the face. “Answer me, girl. I demand the truth. What did you do?”

 

Orihime started to cry, all the while knowing that her tears would have no effect on the man intent on raping her again. “You made me hurry. I didn't have time to finish healing myself completely. It's your fault.”

 

Aizen slapped her again and then began to fuck her again, pushing himself into her without any kindness. “You will heal yourself properly in future. My pleasure and favour are all that are keeping you alive. Because you disobeyed me and then blamed me for your error, you will be punished. I was going to leave this until later, but seeing you can heal yourself, I think you should get to know your place.”

 

Orihime continued to cry as Aizen again brought himself to orgasm inside her body.

 

Without looking at her, he rose and dressed and released her bonds. “Heal yourself again, fully this time, then sleep. Tomorrow you'll receive your punishment. You'll learn not to defy me.” He left the room, taking all her clothes with him and slamming the door behind him. She heard the key in the lock and knew she was trapped.

 

Weakly, Orihime got off the bed and washed as best she could. She healed herself and returned unwillingly to the bed, crying herself to sleep. Thinking about her situation only made it real.