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Spy	By : Failsafe-Failure Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 4354 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summary: Aizen’s defeat threw Hueco Mundo into chaos. Recently it looks like someone is beginning to impose order. But who? One brave shinigami takes it upon himself to find out.

I hear voices and footsteps coming from just up ahead. Beating a hasty retreat, I soon hear similar noises coming up from behind. In order to remain undetected, I had to keep my reiatsu pulled in tight, but that also meant I couldn’t detect theirs. I thought my skills would compensate and I was doing just fine until I took the risk of using this hallway. Now I’m boxed in. There were no windows, no alcoves, no places to hide. The only possible escape is one of the nearby doors. My pulse pounding in my ears, I start trying the doorknobs. I try not to make any noise, but every time I twist and pull, the rattling of the knob sounds like canon fire in my ears. Door after door is locked tight. I’m running out of time. Finally finding one open, I fling myself inside and carefully, silently, closed the door behind me. I’m not a moment too soon. I hear the two groups hail each other. They mingle for a while and chatter in low tones. It seems to take forever. How did I get here you ask?
It all started at Second Division headquarters when I overhead a heated discussion coming from the meeting room while I was doing my usual chores. It’s not my fault. If they didn’t want a low ranking troop mopping the floor to overhear, they shouldn’t have been shouting. In any case, it seemed that after months of chaos and confusion, the hollows seemed to be organizing. But who was doing the organizing? Who had filled the power vacuum in Aizen’s absence? The leadership was discussing sending in a recon team to find out. In the end, Captain Soifon vetoed the suggestion. We still weren’t having too much trouble countering hollow attacks and while new intel would be helpful, it wasn’t essential enough to justify sending out a team. But what if they didn’t send a team? What If they only sent one? What if they sent me?
Not that they would do it. A low ranking shinigami like me? There’s no way they’d approve a solo mission even if I could prove it was doable. On the other hand, the second division was known to reward those who displayed initiative. And I have a friend in the Kidou Corps. It didn’t take much to convince him to scare me up a portal. OK, it took a lot, but he owed me. A little begging, a little cajoling, and a whole lot of threatening later and here I am. Holding my breath in Las Noches palace praying whoever’s on the other side of that door moves along.
After few minutes, I hear both groups headed downstairs. I carefully breathe a sigh of relief. Turning around to get my bearings, I quickly learn I’m not alone.
The room was furnished comfortably, even lavishly. Silk tapestries hung on the wall adding softness and color to the otherwise pale marble walls. Beautiful, thick carpets line the floors. Off to one side, a roman style sofa and three comfortable chairs surround a table laden with fruits, cheeses and wine. Gentle music plays from some hidden device. Scented candles make the air fragrant and sweet. It all makes for a soothing atmosphere. No doubt it is all intended to please the woman in the middle of the room.
I can’t see her face. She lay face down on a long table, like the kind used for massage treatments. That would also explain the bottles of what I assume are oils and lubricants nearby. I’m sure she is asleep. Her back rises and falls in a steady rhythm as she breathes. Another stroke of luck for me. If I leave now, I’m sure she’ll never know I’ve been here. A quick step out the door and no one would ever be the wiser. On the other hand, what’s the rush? Surely it won’t hurt to take a moment to smell the roses. From what I can see, she is an attractive woman, exotic and comely. With her face cradled in her arms, all I can make out is her unusual blonde hair. It contrasts and complements her flawless cocoa colored skin. Following the curve of her back, my eyes are drawn and held by her amazing ass. Black satin panties stretched tight over her full, firm buttocks creating hypnotic curves. With great difficulty, I tore my eyes away to continue my journey south. Her long legs are a delight to behold, curvy and muscular. I could just imagine them clamped around my back. At last I come to her feet, delicate and dainty, each toe a cute little gem of perfection. She’s a real beauty all right, at least the parts I can see. Being a hollow, her face could easily be a nightmarish bone mask over slavering tusks and protruding eyes. Best to not wake her up and find out. I silently turn around to make my escape. Or at least that was my intention. As soon as I touch the doorknob, a dulcet voice interrupts me.
“You’re dressed strangely for a masseur. “
Turning around, the first thing I notice are a pair of piercing green eyes. They glean with intelligence, alert and commanding. They fit in well with her high cheek boned face and full pouting lips. No bizarre mask here although she does have twin blue lightning bolt tattoos on her face. Is she even a hollow?
“Caught me.” I admit with what passes as my charming smile. “I’m afraid I was looking for the washroom and made a wrong turn. On the other hand, I can give you a massage if you’d like.”
I’d hoped for a smile. She doesn’t seem to find me amusing. Instead, she gets up from the table exposing her huge, beautiful breasts and flat, taut tummy. And no hollow hole. Just what is she? I’d love to get a reading on her reiatsu, but I still can’t risk exposing mine. I can’t detect anything passively. She throws one leg over the table to move into a sitting position moving with supple grace, smooth and powerful. I know I’m staring. She didn’t seem to mind or be embarrassed at all.
“You’re a long way from home shinigami.” She drawls. “Judging by your appearance, you’re with the second division. Here to gather intelligence?”
“Maybe.” I quip. “I could also be scouting out new vacation spots. Not sure if I’ll recommend this place to the boss though. It’s a bit too gloomy for our cliental.”
Again, not so much as a smile from her. She gets up and goes to the table pouring a glass of wine. She held it out to me and raised her eyebrow. I wave my hands to decline. Giving a ‘suit yourself’ gesture, she turns away to go recline on the sofa.
“So you infiltrated Hueco Mundo, found a way into Las Noches and made it all the way up to this floor. I imagine you’re seen quite a bit.”
“A few things.” I allow taking a seat in one of the chairs. “I had no idea you hollows were so organized. I figure with Aizen gone you’d all break down into little city states of competing power.”
“The strong will always rise to the top.” She says after sipping her wine. “Hueco Mundo was ruled by a king before Aizen’s coming. It’s only natural a new leader should emerge.”
“And who would that be?” I press. “I imagine it’s one of the former Espada. Is it Grimjow? Did Ulquiorra survive?”
She frowns. This seems to upset her.
“I don’t see any reason to answer you shinigami.” She replies. “Instead, I’m thinking I should pull that bell rope in the corner to summon my guards.”
I give her my ‘evil’ grin.
“You could try sweetheart, but I doubt you’d make it.”
Taking a long drink from her wine glass, she decides to call me on my threat. She sets the glass down on the table and makes her way to the bell rope.
“Can’t say I didn’t warn you.” I said while intercepting her. “Don’t worry honey. This is just a little nerve pinch. You’ll wake up in a half an hour or so with a headache, but no real harm done.”
I reach out to a certain nerve cluster on her neck to knock her out. I expected a lot of different responses from her. Fear, anger, maybe surprise. I anticipated she would try to run. What I wasn’t expecting was her calmly grabbing my hand.
“Let’s not make this difficult cookie.” I warn.
I try to pull my hand back and find I can’t. It’s stuck in her grip like it was set in concrete. I reach out with another hand and she grabs that one too. Again, I can’t move it. Her grip is like steel.
“Don’t make me have to hurt you sugar.” I threaten.
“Try.” She calmly challenges.
Muttering “You asked for it.” I aim a kick at her midriff. It never lands. Instead she spins and throws me over her shoulder. I land like a sack of potatoes. Gasping for air on the floor, her vaguely amused face appears above me.
“You shouldn’t have done that missy.” I wheeze as I get up.
She makes no reply. Beckoning with her hand, she taunts me to try again. I get into combat stance and draw my zampakuto ready to go all out. Woman or not, it’s no more mister nice guy for her. I’m at something of a disadvantage. I can’t use kidou techniques or my shikai. That would alert any nearby hollows to my presence. Keeping my reitsu under control will also be an issue. Even so, conventional techniques should be more than enough to overcome one unarmed naked woman.
I swing at her head intending to knock her out using the flat of the blade. Unbelievably, she ducks under the swing and grabs my hands, twisting the sword out of my grip. As it falls to the floor, I instantly move into a spinning back hook kick looking to knock her down. She ducks under that as well countering with a punch to the ribs. It feels like a sledgehammer hit me. I jab at her face, uppercut at her chin and try to knee her in the gut. Nothing I can do seems to land. She dodges or blocks them all. Her counterattack is ferocious. My world explodes into a kaleidoscope of pain, her counterstrike a hurricane of well aimed blows that feel like iron bars. Before I know it, I’m on my hands and knees on the floor, blood dripping from my cut lip.
“What are you?” I gasp.
“You seemed poorly prepared for a spy.” She says as she pulls the bell rope. “Don’t you recognize me?”
She points to the number “3” tattooed on her right breast.
“You’re property of one of the Espada.” I answer. “Halibel’s I think. Probably tribute for the new king.”
She looks at me with pity in her eyes. “You are so very wrong.”
It’s then that she releases the full force of her reiatsu. It crushes me like a tidal wave making it hard for me to breathe. This is captain level spiritual pressure. No, greater than captain level.
“You’re…Hallibel?” I stammer. “But. You have no mask. No hollow hole. It’s not possible.”
Even as my words deny it, I realize the truth. This is the Espada Halibel. It suddenly occurs to me that I should run. I’m in over my head. WAY over my head! With all my strength, I make a dash for the door. If I can just make it outside, I have a good chance of making it back to Soul Society. Flinging open the door, I see I’m already too late.   I almost run face first into Halibel’s fracción, the tres bestias.
“And just where the hell do you think you’re going?” The one called Apache snarls.
I don’t know what hit me. The next thing I know, I’m flying across the room to smash into the back wall. I crumple to the floor struggling to breathe.
“You have some nerve attacking Queen Halibel in her private chambers, shinigami.” Mila Rose observes as she strides up to my quivering form.
“I’m surprised you’re still in one piece.” Sun-Sun titters behind her sleeve. “You must have caught her in a forgiving mood.”
“Well we’re not in a forgiving mood.” Apache growls. “They’re going to need a mop to clean up what’s left of you once I’m done!”
“Hold.” Halibel coolly orders. “I have a use for this shinigami spy.”
“What?” Apache yowls. “He had the gall to lay hands on you. I say that deserves death!”
“Silence foolish one.” Sun-Sun cautions. “Who are you to second guess the great Halibel-sama’s plans?”
“What are your plans Halibel-sama?” Mila Rose asked.
For a moment, the arrancar queen gazed down at me, her face smooth and emotionless.
“We’re going to use him.” She decided. “He’s going to complete his mission. He’s going to tell Soul Society on our new situation. He’s going to tell them I am assuming the throne in Hueco Mundo. And I intend to rule much more wisely than Baraggan or Aizen ever did.”
I ‘m confused.
“So. You’re letting me go?”
“I didn’t say that.” She repsonds. “Information like this is valuable. It must be obtained at a high price. There must be…a sacrifice.”
The fracción chuckle in ugly delight.
“And what will you have him give up?” Mila Rose asks.
“I can think of a couple of things.” Apache sneers staring at my crotch.
Halibel give me another long, measuring look. I’m hoping she doesn’t give Apache the go ahead.
“He will sacrifice his loyalty.” She declares. “Prepare him.”
Her companions don’t seem happy with her decision. Even so, they quickly carry out her order. Seizing me by the arms and legs, they carry me over to the massage table. I kick and struggle, but I’m helpless as a child in their powerful grip. They put me down on my back. Apache and Mila Rose hold my arms, pulling down painfully so they strain in my sockets. I’m completely immobilized. Above me I can see the glint of steel as Sun-Sun pulls her blades out from her sleeves.
“Stay perfectly still.” She admonishes me. “If you wiggle, you’ll have only yourself to blame if anything gets cut off. Anything I don’t intend to cut that is. “
She raises the blade high preparing to strike. I brace myself for the pain…that never comes. Instead her sai rip through my clothing. In a matter of seconds, they are reduced to useless rags. A few quick tugs to pull the remainder away and I’m completely naked. Hallibel comes over to look at me, judging me like a side of beef, her eyes critical and appraising. They seem to be scanning every inch of my form, poring over every nook and cranny.
“Can you believe this?” Apachi crows “This bastard’s actually getting turned on!”
Glancing down, I see the arrancar is right. Despite my predicament, my dick is beginning to twitch and swell. The hollow queen arches an eyebrow in approval, making me throb all the more.
“It would seem we captured a masochist.” Sun-Sun observes. “What a pervert.”
“Surely this pathetic shinigami isn’t good enough you Hallibel-sama?” Mila Rose asked.
Her queen responded by slowly taking off her panties. Even in my stressed state, I can’t help but follow with my eyes as they slide down her long legs. She hands the undergarment to Sun-Sun who eagerly stuffs it into her sleeve, for later use no doubt. You notice foolish pointless thing like that when you think you’re going to die. For example, my brain insisted I notice the tuft of hair between Halibel’s legs was also blonde as she walked over to me. Climbing up on the table, she straddles my hips. Resting her crotch over my hard on, she begins to rock back and forth, my stiff shaft rubbing between her labia. I fight to keep from making a sound, even though it feels very, very good. After a few moments, I can feel moisture as she starts to get wet. With that lubrication, she moves even faster. I bite my lip trying to suppress my moans and try desperately not to think about how good it would feel to stick my cock deep inside her. All the while, I can’t understand why this is happening. Why is she doing this?
“This one will do.” Hallibel announces. “After I’m done, he’ll bring the shinigami a fine message about the consequences for meddling in my affairs.”
“A mutilated corpse sends a message.” Apache mutters in my ear.
The fracción all seem unhappy at Hallibel’s decision. None dare argue though. Why do they mean by using me to send a message? What are they going to do to me?
Leaning forward, Hallibel opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue. A line of drool spills out dripping towards my face. I turn my head in disgust, but she grabs my jaw, forcing me to look up and open my mouth. I feel a tingle as the saliva hits my tongue. It has an odd, spicy taste to it. A strange sensation races down my throat, into my stomach and especially down to my crotch. It makes me feel dizzy and hot and extremely turned on. Hallibel seals her mouth over mine and explores with her tongue. I have no choice but to respond in kind, the taste of her filling my mouth. My skin tingles and I become hyperaware of her body pressed against mine. I begin bucking my hips, humping against her mound, eager to penetrate her.
“Pitiful,” Apache sneers, “He caved in a matter of seconds.”
“It’s only to be expected.” Sun-Sun responds, “Even a captain class shinigami would be helpless to resist and he’s clearly very low ranking. I doubt he’s even seated.”
They all laugh. They have a point. I am a low ranking foot soldier from the second division. But I am still a soldier. I notice while they mock my weakness, Apache’s grip has loosened. That’s all the opportunity I need!
Wrenching my arm away from Apache, I shove the arrancar queen off my body. Before she can hit the ground, I pull my other arm free from Mila Rose and take off. In a split second, I can be out the door, free to use my stealth and speed to evade capture and head for home. In reality, I barely managed to make it three steps. My head spinning, I collapse on the floor. The tres bestias roll me on my back. They look more than a little angry.
“Wha…what did you do to me?” I croak.
“Hallibel-sama’s venom is coursing through your system now.” Sun-sun taunts. “Besides making you weak, it heightens your senses erotically making you much more sensitive and suggestive.”
“Call it an aphrodisiac.” Mila Rose clarifies.
“You nothing more than Hallibel-sama’s sex slave now, horny dog!” Apache scoffs.
Stepping between my legs, she cruelly stepped on my balls, slowly applying pressure. Even with the pain, her touch makes me moan shamelessly. She laughs and walks away.
“Tell you what shinigami.” Mila rose offers. “We’ll leave the choice up to you.”
She walked across the room to open the door.
“Leave…if you think you can. Or stay and submit to Halibel-sama’s will.”
I know my duty. I know I should try to escape and report back to Captan Soifon. I also know I’m too weak from the venom to do more than crawl. Thinking quickly, I decide to play along. There’s no real choice anyway. The arrancar are just taunting me. Trying to survive this ordeal and then escaping later is the only real option I had.
“I..I’ll stay.” I answer.
“Then apologize to Hallibel-sama!” Apache demands. “How dare you insult her by trying to escape?”
The woman in question comes into sight over me looking cold and aloof. She might be a little angry that I shoved her to the floor.
“F,forgive me.” I stammer. “I, I shouldn’t have tried to escape.”
“Surely you can do better than that.” She murmurs. She holds out her foot. It’s obvious what she wants. Rolling over to crawl on my belly, I reach out with shaking hands to cradle her foot.
“Forgive me, H, Hallibel-sama.” I plead. “I’ll behave from now on.”
I press my lips to her foot and kiss it. A thrill shoots though my body. The smell of her skin, the feel of her warm flesh on my lips, it was absolutely wonderful.   Even though I didn’t intend to, I found myself sucking on her toes and running my tongue between them, murmuring my apology over and over. It’s shameful and humiliating to grovel before the enemy this way, yet I can’t stop doing it. It must be the toxins I tell myself. They seem to make the arrancar irresistible.
“Told you he was a masochist.” Sun-Sun tittered. “He probably didn’t even need Halibel-sama’s toxin.”
“Look at him humping the floor.” Apache mocked. “He’s a shameless freak!”
I don’t understand for a second, then I realize she’s right. I’m weakly rocking my hips back and forth seeking relief for my throbbing dick against the soft carpet. I thought I was humiliated before but this takes things to a whole new level. Even so, I can’t stop doing it anymore than I can stop licking and sucking at the arrancar’s foot. It just feels too good. The jeers and insults of the fracción fade into the background as I continue to debase myself.
“Enough.” Hallibel says pulling back her foot. “Put him back on the table.”
Grimly chuckling, the trio seizes me roughly and slams me on my back against the table’s cushioned surface. Even with the padding, I find myself stunned as the back of my head smacks painfully down. Knowing I’m no longer in any condition to resist, they sit down in the three chairs around the table and help themselves to some refreshments. They give a toast and a cheer as Halibel climbs back on top of me. I do my best to tune them out.
Once again, she sits astride my hips, resting her warm cleft on my rock hard erection. She runs her hands up my abdomen until they reach my nipples. She circles and strokes them with her fingertips, torturing me in the oversensitive state brought about by her venom. I can’t help crying out when she begins to pinch them. I weakly grab at her hips and try to thrust inside her. She chuckles at my desperation. She’s not ready for that yet. Crawling up, she straddles my face, looking down on me. I can feel the heat from her thighs against my cheeks. Her intoxicating scent fills my nose. I drink in the sight of her body, my eyes lingering on her damp pussy so tantalizingly close, then her magnificent breasts, finally her sea green eyes which seem to grow and fill my entire field of vision. I want to dive into that color and stay trapped into hem forever. I have to fight it. I have to remind myself she’s the enemy.
“Pleasure me.” She orders.
My mind may try to resist, but my body acts on its own. At her command, my tongue darts out to lavish her dripping slit. Her sweet and musky juices slide down my throat, tingling in a strange way. I’m sure I’m ingesting even more of her strange toxins. This time it feels different though. It makes me feel stronger, feel energized. I moan in ecstasy and reach up to grab at her ass, pressing her crotch harder against my face, shoving my tongue deep inside of her. This brings me a thousand times more pleasure than sucking her toes. I can feel precum leaking down my stiff cock in a steady stream. It’s throbbing almost painfully but I can’t make myself take my hands off this woman. I lick and suck at her labia, plunge my tongue in and out, suck and nibble at her clit, anything I can think of to please her and keep the strangely spicy juice flowing into my mouth.
“What lousy technique.” Apache sneers. “I could have made Hallibel-sama cum three times by now.”
Sun-Sun sniffed. “You’re just as bad. I bet you couldn’t make me cum at all using just your mouth.”
“Oh? You don’t think so?” Apache snarls.
“You’re not actually going to fall for that, are you?” Mila Rose asked.
I ignore them. Despite their criticisms, I’m doing something right. The arrancar queen opens her mouth and begins to pant and moan. She started rocking her hips against my face holding my head to keep it where she likes. Best of all, she reaches behind with her other hand to stroke my hard on, giving me much needed relief. Using my own pre-cum as lube, the wet sound of her hand sliding up and down fills my ears. Between the pressure of her thighs on the sides of my head, the salty sweet taste of her sex and the skilled service of her hand, I feel like I’m in heaven, my mind blanking out from the pleasure. I have to focus on staying alert. I have to resist. Once this is over, I will find a way to escape with honor and inform the second division of everything I’d learned. In the meantime, what Hallibel is doing with her hand is incredible. I can feel myself starting to peak.
“I’m cumming!” I cry out between her legs.
“No. You’re not.” She coldly informs me. “You will not be able to cum unless I say you can.”
To demonstrate, she pumps even harder at a pace that should have got me off in seconds. It doesn’t work. I realize she spoke the truth. I ‘m right up to the edge, but my body can’t go past it. It’s torture. To my shame, I whine and beg.
“Please Hallibel-sama. Please let me cum.”
“Insolent worm!” Apache barks. “Do you think she’s concerned with your pleasure?”
“It’s still not too late to kill him.” Mila rose suggests.
Hallibel says nothing. She lets go of me and rises from her position. I hear myself babbling apologies begging her to come back. Even though I know this might lead to an opportunity to escape, a distressingly large part of me doesn’t want to. The thought of her leaving actually makes me panic inside. I shouldn’t have worried. She was only changing her position, turning around to face the other way. I can’t describe the relief of being safe between her legs again as I press my face against those smooth dark pillars kissing and tonguing the tender skin of her inner thighs. And then her mouth, her hot, wet, beautiful mouth, wraps around my throbbing cock and I can no longer think. I can only feel.   Waves of pleasure crashed though my body as she sucks me off. Burying my face in her pussy, I do my best to return her attention, earning more soft moans from my queen.
No, not my queen. The arrancar queen. The hollow queen. Not mine! I have to remember who I am. I have to hold on to my identity as a member of the Gotei 13. I have to remember my position and status as a second division operative. It was so hard to focus on those things. The temptation to lose myself in the pleasure is almost overwhelming. If only I could cum. If only I could shoot my load into that exquisite mouth.
It’s hard to say how long we stayed like that. Every second was a reward and a punishment as she brought me to the edge over and over with her skilled lips and tongue. Time and again, I had to focus on my mission, try to remember why I was there. I’ve been trained to resist all manner of pain and torments at the hand of the enemy. I never thought my will would be tested with never ending ecstasy. When she finally had enough, I realized my jaw was aching. It had definitely been a long time. This time I didn’t panic when she stopped. I had a feeling what was going to happen next and I wanted it bad. I tried not to whimper in anticipation.
“This is it shinigami.” She announces positioning herself over my lap. “It’s almost over.”
Her words sound ominous, but I hardly notice. All I can do was watch in rapture as she grabs my dick and guides it into her dripping pussy. My back arching, I groan loudly in joy at the heavenly sensation of her hot flesh gripping my cock. Her muscles squeeze me tight, encasing my shaft in a slippery sheathe that grips me firmly as she slowly pumps her hips up and down. I shamelessly run my hands all over her body, massaging her muscular ass, squeezing her soft warm breasts, enjoying the amazing feel of her smooth skin under my palms. The sight of her body as she rides me is mesmerizing despite her still cool and haughty stare. At least I can take pride in her open panting mouth and increasingly lusty groans. I just have to hold it together a little longer. Once she was done with me, I’m sure they will throw me in a cell somewhere and I can work on an escape plan once these toxins wear off. The knowledge that this powerful attraction I feel is artificial is all that’s keeping me from betraying my honor. Panting with exertion, Halibel leans forward and cups her breast, offering it to me. I open my mouth in anticipation, eager to lick and suck at her gorgeous tits when I notice something…odd.
“Milk?” I gasp staring at the white bead leaking out of her nipple.
The tres bestias loudly jeer.
“That’s right shinigami.” Mila Rose confirms. “Halibel-sama’s milk is the final toxin. Once you drink, she will own you body and soul!”
“Drink it down like a good little baby.” Apache sneered.
“Drink.” Sun-Sun urged. “Drink and be reborn!”
From the hungry gleam in their eyes, I can tell they are serious. A hint of fear runs down my spine. They want me to drink. They know what it will do to me. If I’m ever going to escape I have to avoid this final step.   I clamp my lips shut and turn my head. Once again, Halibel grabs my jaw and forces me to face her. Squeezing her stiff nipple, a steady stream of her milk begins to run, dripping on my face. I try to resist, try to keep it out of my mouth, but it’s impossible. A little makes its way through my lips and into my mouth. It’s so heavenly sweet, I involuntarily lick my lips. The full force taste is like nectar and ambrosia. My eyes roll back in my head and euphoria fill my being. There’s no way I can resist anymore. I greedily latch on Halibels milky tit and gulp the sweet poison down.
My head feels fuzzy. I can feel me, the part of me that is a proud shinigami warrior, under attack. I hear the oaths I have sworn, the goals I have set and above all the parameters of my mission repeating over and over. But what use are these things?   What are goals and oaths compared to the bliss of servicing my queen?   That part of me grows smaller and smaller until it pops like a soap bubble. The past disappears. It all becomes clear to me. I am finally fulfilling me destiny. I was always meant to be here, a slave to Queen Halibels pleasure, a tool for her satisfaction. I concentrate on my true mission in life now. Pleasuring my queen. I pump my hips in synch with hers doing my best to hit all her sensitive spots. Her nipples seem to be her weak point. I make sure not to neglect either one, shifting my focus from one to the other, nipping and teasing her even as I suck down every drop of her milk. She moans loudly as I suckle and pump away.   Why was I ever afraid of this? Why would I ever want anything else? Clearly this is where I belong.
Halible’s moans become louder and fiercer as she thrusts her hips even faster. Her pussy clamps tighter on my throbbing shaft. She’s getting close to climax.
“Cum now!” She orders before arching her back and howling, losing herself in her orgasm. At her command, my body reacts. It’s the most intense climax I’ve ever felt. The walls echo with our cries almost drowning out the mocking applause from the fracción.
I gaze up at Halibel in adoration. I have pleased my goddess. I have fulfilled my purpose. Still panting from her climax, she reaches towards me, putting a finger on either side of my face. At first, I can’t understand what’s happening. It seems like her fingers are…heating up? That’s impossible. Even so, I have to accept it as I feel a burning pain and smell my own charred flesh. I fight to keep from crying out. As she traces out a pattern, I begin to understand. She’s branding me with two lightning bolts on my face, like her own. She’s marking me as her property. I couldn’t be happier.
That happiness is shattered when she abruptly gets up, my still rock hard dick slipping out. We are no longer connected.   She’s leaving me.
“Find out why the masseur was so late, kill him, then get me another.” She calls out over her shoulder as she walks towards the door. She stops to take one last long look at me with those electric green eyes.
“Deal with him.” She orders. Then she’s gone.
“OK. Loverboy. Time to hit the bricks.” Apache says as she gets up.
“W, what are you talking about?” I stammer.
“You’re getting what you wanted.” Mila Rose answers as she pulls me off the massage table by my arm. “You get to go back to Soul Society and tell them all about Halibel-sama taking the throne.”
I struggle to remember. Is that really why I came here? All I can think about is my deep, burning desire.
“I, I, I don’t want that anymore.” I protest. “I want to stay here. I want to serve Halibel-sama.”
“Well too bad.” Apache growls as she seizes my other arm. “Halibel-sama doesn’t want you here anymore.”
I don’t believe it. I refuse to believe it! I love her with all my heart and soul. I must go to her at once and straighten things out. My desperation gives me strength. I kick and howl and struggle to get free, but the arrancar will not let go. Focusing as best I can, I kick the knee of Mila Rose and elbow Apache in the ribs. As soon as they let go, I run for the door.
“Halibel-sama!” I cry. “Help me! Halibel-sama!”
Mila Rose blocks me before I can make it outside.
“You asked for this fool.” She snarls before punching me in the jaw sending me flying backwards. Apache catches me from behind, holding me up by my shoulders.
“You want to do this the hard way?” Apache shouts. “Well that’s just fine with us!”
She knees me in the kidneys and shoves me over to Sun-Sun who wraps her arm around my neck in a chokehold. It feels like a steel cable wrapped in silk.
“You poor fool.” She purrs in my ear. “Don’t you understand? You mean nothing to her now. She’s already forgotten you.”
“Lies!” I force out of my tortured throat. No matter what I do, I can’t break her grip. The other two appear before me and they are furious. Their fists strike down on my helpless flesh like hot rain and I soon pass out from the pain and shock.

My body lands roughly in the dust and gravel of some road outside Rukongi. I moan and try to roll on my stomach. Everything feels torn and broken, the pain excruciating. I can barely open my swollen eyes.
“Mission accomplished.” Mia Rose announces. “Now let’s get out of here before a reaction team arrives.”
“You should survive long enough for them to find you.” Sun-Sun informs me as she re-opened the gate to Hueco Mundo. “Of course after what you’ve been through, you probably want to die.”
“Either way, you’re not out problem anymore.” Apache cheerfully sneers. “Sayonara!”
The rent in the air closed on them and they were gone leaving me naked and bleeding in the dust. I knew what was going to happen next. I would be found by the reaction team. I would be healed. And then the interrogations would start. When it’s all done, they’ll either put me in the maggot’s nest or they’ll execute me. And either way, they will be perfectly right to do so. Rank, position, my very identity as a member of the Gotei 13 is meaningless to me now. I have no honor anymore. I have no loyalty to them. I would destroy them all to spend even one more second at the side of my beloved queen. I pray I die before they find me. If I don’t, I pray they execute me as soon as possible. Anything to end this unbearable pain and loss that threatens to destroy my sanity.
“Halibel-sama…” I plead through cracked, swollen lips. Hot tears cut tracks through the dust on my cheeks and my body shakes with sobs. “Please. Come back to me. Please don’t leave me like this. Halibel-sama . Halibel-sama!”
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