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Prisoner of War	By : horrorgal Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 57808 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter 12

Chad watched the lumbering hollow wander by with it's head swaying back and forth to keep an eye on the shinigami that it passed. Before the limiters had been placed on his arms, he could have taken it down, but now it was an impossibility. Renji stood beside him and watched it pass with a look of disgust on his face. The loathing he felt for the creature was shared by everyone in the cavern. Several other hollow blocked exit points to keep escapes from happening, and others like this one stomped around to watch the prisoners. Basically, they were screwed.

"I'd give my last breath to be able to kill at least one of these bastards," Renji said and sat back down with Rukia and Chad.

"Wouldn't you rather save the kill for Aizen, Renji?" Rukia asked with a soft smile.

He chuckled. "Like I'd even be able to get near enough." He sighed, looking at the metal bracelet that was sealed to his wrist. All the shinigami that had been captured had been forced to have one. All of them had fought of course, but when you're nearly beaten to death and held down with brute force, eventually you were going to lose strength.

"I thought I had it rough on the run, but this is far more dismal," said Chad. He stared off across the vast cavern, torch light dotting the entire place. They were only given the very important essentials to live, otherwise they had nothing but each other. "Why do you think he kept you all alive?" he asked them softly. He had been wondering since he saw how many were actually still being held.

"That upset we're still here?" Renji smacked his back in a show of comradery and smiled a bit.

"No, I'm relieved." He looked at them both silently for a moment. "But still, why?"

"Maybe he has a use for us that hasn't been revealed yet. Maybe he doesn't find us to be enough of a threat to waste his time," Rukia answered, gently brushing stands of hair behind her ear.

"Or maybe he just has us here to gloat about it. That's my theory anyway," Renji added.

"Mm," Chad grunted softly, thinking that all three guesses could possibly be right. "What about your zanpakuto? Were they destroyed?"

Rukia shook her head. "No, if they were, each of us would know."

Renji nodded soft. "I keep dreading one day I will feel.... Well, doesn't need to be said."

They all went quiet for a while. Chad noticed that happened a lot down here. Most of them tried to show a good face at the situation, but they all knew how enormous the danger was. There was one spark though. None of the shinigami he had talked to had given up. They still had enough spirit to unify and keep each other motivated to keep living. Aizen was wrong about one thing; these shinigami were not as broken as he thought they were.

Rukia looked at Chad. "Ichigo's father." She stopped, smiled a bit and shook her head in disbelief. "He was a shinigami the whole time."

"Is a shinigami," he corrected and smiled a little. "Yes, I didn't expect that at all either when I first found out."

"Guess it should have been obvious with Ichigo's power," Renji said, tying his hair back with a thin leather strap. "Damn if I ever heard of him though."

"Well, he didn't tell me his history, so I can't tell you that."

"It's okay, Chad. Just knowing he and Urahara are free is good enough," Rukia said softly.

"For how long though? Aizen is sure to hunt them down like the relentless bastard he is," the redhead said, uselessly brushing dirt off his sleeve. "They may very well end up right here with us before long."

"Nice way to look at things, Renji." Rukia smacked his arm.

"Just sayin." He rubbed the spot and leaned to give her a soft kiss. "You can beat me into submission later."

She giggled. "Renji, hush. Not in front of Chad."

"Why not? He can watch." He wagged his tongue at her. "Ow, ow..Rookia, leth go ofth my tongue."

"Why should I, pervert?"

Chad laughed soft, unable to help himself when he watched her pinch his tongue tighter between two small fingers that weren't about to let go. He had learned quickly after meeting up with them in this dark place that the two had become lovers. They had always been close, so it didn't come as a surprise to him. Watching them now, he was reminded of happier times. They could all use a little bit of that, but the past was something they could not rely on to keep them going.

"We have to find a way out of here," he said low.

"How, Chad?" Rukia asked and let go of her lover's tongue.

Renji rolled the sore tongue in his mouth before he spoke. "We've tried thinking of ways. We've even tested a few times, but those damn hollow always seem to know when something is up. We don't have our zanpakuto. We can't use kido with these damn limiters fused to us. Truthfully Chad, we are as helpless as humans right now."

"Mm." Chad looked at his own limiters. "I am human." He looked at Renji. "And even before I got my powers, I never felt helpless."

Renji's eyes softened. "Chad, I didn't mean to word it that way, I'm just trying to be honest. What can we do that won't get us killed?"

"That's just it. We'll have to think of a way."

"He says it like it's so simple." Renji looked at Rukia.

"It won't be, but he's right. We have to think of a way."

"I've never been much of a thinker. I'm more of a jump right in kind of guy, you know?" Renji sighed and scratched his knee absently. "Alright, lets think of a way to get the fuck out of this shit hole."

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Uryu didn't like the grin on Mayuri's face, but then again, he never did. Since that blast of reiatsu from Ichigo, he had been particularly giddy for some reason. He was moving around the lab more than usual. Uryu had also seen him examining a broken collar. He knew it was Ichigo's, but part of him just couldn't believe it.

His hands rested on his lap and he touched the metal bracelets on his wrists. He couldn't help but feel a little jealous. Ichigo's power built enough for him to break free, but he couldn't even feel an ounce of his own. He saw Mayuri watching him, and he jerked his fingers away from hated bracelets shamefully like he'd been caught touching himself.

"What's wrong, Quincy? Wanting those shackles off so you can try attacking me perhaps?" He grinned sickly. "Or maybe you wish you could be strong enough to free yourself like your shinigami friend?"

"Shut up."

"Is that all you can come up with, Uryu? I'm getting disappointed in your comebacks."

"If I'm disappointing you, then I'm doing my job," he said and looked away.

"Yes, well, I will only take disappointment for so long, little Quincy."

He went quiet, but Uryu listened to the swish of clothing, the clink of beakers and the buzz of machinery. Till the day he died, he would associate those sounds with Mayuri Kurotsuchi and cringe inside every time. He wanted to get up. He wanted to walk out of the lab and get away from his presence, but he didn't move an inch in his seat.

Nemu wasn't around, which was a rarity. She was usually helping Mayuri with whatever he was doing at any given time. He wondered where she was and what she could possibly be doing. It wasn't like he had an emotional connection with her. They hadn't even spoken much since that day, but he knew that she wasn't exactly into what Mayuri and the others were doing. Unless that was all an act. He had considered it. She was hard to read since she didn't really show emotion. He wasn't sure that she had emotion at all. She could obviously feel things physically, like pleasure and pain, but Mayuri was the one who created her. The bastard was just cruel in every way, even to his own creation.

Cool hands clamped to Uryu's shoulders. He jerked in shock, biting his tongue to stop the yell. Mayuri took advantage of his lowered guard. He hadn't even realized the sounds had stopped. His body stiffened up in reflex, and he fought not to tremble with disgust.

"You were very deep in thought, Uryu. Anything you want to talk about?"

He swallowed. "Not particularly."

"Hm, very well." His hands squeezed a bit tighter. "I have a theory."

"About what?" Uryu asked, nails digging into his palms.

"I was getting to that," he snapped. "Do not interrupt me with silly questions again."

Uryu let out a slow breath. "Sorry." Please, get your fucking hands off me.

"It is about your friend, Kurosaki."

What is he on about now? He stayed silent, he'd know soon enough.

"He almost broke his first collar, now this other he completely destroyed. Recently, Aizen had some suspicions that he was getting stronger again. Well, his suspicions were correct, as we all found out."

Uryu nodded, listening to his babble with unease. The hands began kneading his shoulders while he spoke. Another thing about Mayuri. He liked to talk a lot. At times Uryu thought maybe it was to just hear his own voice, but he knew it was something more. He liked to vainly show off his intelligence, or in a more childish manner, make Uryu nervous. He was pulling the latter off with flying colors right now.

"How about you, Uryu? Are you feeling a bit of your strength leaking through?"

He was honestly floored by the question. Is he serious? He gasped when one of Mayuri's hands wrapped under his chin to pull his head back sharply. He got an up close view of his painted face, his teeth clenched together in what could have been a grin or a frown. He just couldn't tell from the odd, upside down view.

"That's your cue to answer, boy."

"No," Uryu gasped out. "I can't feel anything," he said quickly. He was telling the truth of course, but Mayuri tilted his head in a way that suggested he didn't believe him. "I'm not lying!"

"Well, we're just going to test that to be sure, little Quincy," Mayuri hissed softly and let go of his chin.

God! More tests. He closed his eyes. "I'm telling the truth," he said calmly. "I have no reason to lie." He looked back at Mayuri. He had wandered back to one of the lab tables to check wires.

"You may very well be telling the truth. Even if you are, it doesn't matter," he said as he typed in random calculations on the keyboard.

"What do you mean?"

"I want to try seeing if I can make you break your limiters like Kurosaki was made to."

"Made to?"

Mayuri nodded, adjusting the table back up. "Yes, though my hopes aren't high that I will succeed, but I will enjoy trying." He grinned.

"...What did you mean by, made to?"

"Oh, I see, you want to hear an explanation. Well, I can't see that will do any harm." Mayuri kept setting the table up, shifting leg stirrups into place. "From what Aizen explained to me, Kurosaki broke the collar through an incredible sexual release."

Uryu stood quickly from his chair. "No!"

Mayuri chuckled. "No? You say it like you'll have a choice in the matter."

"I told you. I can't feel my power."

"And I told you, it does not matter." He looked at Uryu with cold, uncaring eyes.

"What would be the point? Why are you doing this?! Even if I do manage it, you'll only lock me down again with something stronger!"

"Aw, you're getting angry. Nice to see after weeks of submissive silence."

"You son of a bitch! I'm tired of you touching me!"

"Oh, is that what you're worried about? Boy, I won't have time to do the honors. Nemu and I will be too busy taking readings and samples for me to get too hands on."

"I don't understand," whispered Uryu.

"Your confusion is adorable, but you'll see soon."

"I don't want to see. I'll fight this." He glared, but didn't feel much force behind it. He knew it wouldn't do him a damn bit of good, and it would probably end up more painful for him, but he was so tired of just giving up.

"Wonderful. Nemu, get him ready."

Where is she? Uryu's eyes swept around the lab. He realized his mistake just as the needle slipped in his neck.

"That was pathetic, Uryu," said Mayuri, plunging the aphrodisiac into his system.

"Bastard!" He slapped his hand away, but it was already too late.

"Not my fault you fell for it. Now, be a good little test subject. Strip down and get on the table."

"No." He backed away, hand pressed against his neck.

"Little Quincy, it's inevitable." He spread his hands and shrugged.

"No."

"By force or by your own accord, your ass is going to get on that table."

"I said no!"

"Have it your way." He disappeared.

Where? Arms came around from behind and captured him before he had a chance to blink. "Let go!" He struggled, but Mayuri carried him as if he were no more than a small child. His robes rubbed against his naked groin and he instantly felt the beginning swell of arousal. Shit! It was already working on him. Mayuri turned and pushed his body against the upright table.

"You are more than a little stupid if you thought you could overpower me." He strapped one arm down, then grabbed the other that Uryu started to uselessly hit him with to get it bound as well.

"Sick..bastard.." He tried to kick him when his arms were no longer an option, but they were too easily pinned under the weight of Mayuri's body while he fastened the strap on his right arm. Mayuri ignored him and yanked one of his legs, forcing it down on the stirrup, fastening it down with two straps over a thigh and one around his ankle.

"Only one appendage free now. What are you going to do?" His freakish grin filled Uryu's vision.

"I.."

"Hm?"

"I..." he whispered, shivering.

"Yesssss?" He turned his head, ear closer to his lips to listen.

"I will kill you." Uryu grabbed what he could of his ear between his teeth and bit down, shaking his head side to side like a angry dog. The copper taste of blood filled his mouth, but he didn't let go, gratified by the angry, pained yell that filled the lab.

Mayuri grabbed his jaw and squeeze. "Let go, now." Uryu groaned, teeth unlatching as the mad scientist put even one pressure on his jaw until it ached to the bone. "I should break all your limbs for that," Mayuri growled low, hand still gripping his chin. His face looked like a pale demon mask of fury.

Uryu spit blood right into it, crimson stark over white paint. "I've felt worse," he whispered. His body shivered again with unwanted arousal.

Mayuri grinned again. "No. I won't do it. That's the first impressive thing you've done since I've had you, little Quincy." He moved and grabbed the leg that was still loose and strapped it down just as Nemu made an appearance with a device that Uryu would grow to love and hate with equal intensity over the next several day.

"It's done, Sir."

"Ah, just in time. Bring it over."

Uryu turned his head and looked at the thing she rolled over on a pedestal that it was attached to. It looked like a dildo at first glance, but it thrived and pulsed like it was alive. It had the shape of a real penis, thick and covered with veins. The base of it was seated in a metal cylinder with small lights around it, and he could only guess that it would be taking readings of some kind. It even made sounds as it thrashed about, as if it was eager to be inside him. Uryu, momentarily forgetting his legs were strapped down, tried to close them, only to meet solid resistance.

"Impressive, isn't it?" Mayuri asked, touching his creation. It pressed to his hand in response, like a cat rubbing against it's master's hand for a rub.

Uryu shuddered. "It's disgusting," he answered, unable to take his eyes off of it. Mayuri was going to put that thing in him. He didn't waste his breath asking him not to.

"I'll get the vials ready for the collection, Sir," Nemu said and walked silently to the other side of the lab.

"Very good. I want to get started right away." Mayuri moved behind the table and adjusted it once more, making the helpless Quincy slide down more.

"Ah..what are you doing?"

"Easier access for my invention." He moved back around to look at Uryu.

"If I break these limiters, the first thing I'm going to do is vaporize you."

"Well, you did that once, and here I am. So good luck." He trailed a long nail over Uryu's chest.

"Ahhh..dammit.."

"Hot like a whore on a summers night," Mayuri said softly. He turned a few screws on the pedestal and spun it downward so the tip of the thrashing cock was aimed at Uryu's opened legs. "Nemu! Hurry girl, I'm ready to get started!"

"Yes," she said and come over with another tool that looked even more disturbing. It was a metal cone shaped device that ended to a point with a thin, smooth opening. Attached at the back end of it was tubing and one of the vials that she had spoke of.

"What is that?" Uryu said, panting, unable to help the growing need.

Nemu looked at him, her face like a doll's. "It is for collecting your semen when you ejaculate. Don't worry, once it's in place, it won't hurt." She moved forward with it.

"Wait!" Being her father's creation, she didn't. She gently wrapped her fingers around his cock, using her forefinger and thumb to open the slit at the tip of the head. She slide the cool metal tip inside him only an inch, far enough to do it's job. "Take it out!"

Mayuri laughed. "Don't be coy. As sensitive as you are right now, it probably feels good."

"No.." Uryu couldn't move the way he was strapped in to try pulling it out. The initial pressure had stung, but yes, it was having a pleasurable effect. Through the haze of his drug filled mind, he had the sense to ask. "Why are you collecting my sperm?"

"That, my little Quincy," Mayuri said, squirting lube over the thrashing cock, "is my business."

Nemu took a cloth and gently wiped blood from Uryu's mouth, still expressionless. He looked at her, not seeing a sign of compassion like she had that day. He couldn't rouse himself to care right now. He had other problems and the biggest one was being slid into his ass. He closed his eyes and moaned, hating himself for doing it.

The cock moved inside him like a snake, rolling and thrusting against his walls. God, it felt so big, so good. He wanted to grind against it, but he was again unable to move. It didn't matter though, the cock seemed to know just where and when to press and rub. He gasped and moaned, keeping his eyes closed as an only escape. He listened to the scratching of something being written on a clipboard and the clatter of typing. The buzz of machinery just overrode the other sounds, but the loudest thing was his own cries of pleasure. The first orgasm came quickly and he shot into the tube inside him, yelling as it seemed to suck his release into it's chamber.

"Well, well. Those bracelets are still on, boy. I'm not discouraged though. Science takes time. Hours, days..." He grinned. Uryu whimpered when his nails slid under his chin, sending another burst of lust through his body. Wet humming sounds came from the cock that still pulsed and thrust in his body slowly. "The aphrodisiac I used was a new mixture I created just for this experiment."

"What do you mean?" Uryu gasped when his cock throbbed, ready for more.

"You'll stay hard until it's out of your system."

"Oh no..no.." The thrusting started vigorously again, jolting him into a yell.

"We already have one vial filled, Sir."

"Progress already. Good, attach another. I want as much as we can collect at least if we can't bring his power forth."

"Ahh..ahnn." Uryu turned his head against the backrest of the table, too dizzy with pleasure to discern what they were talking about.

"Perhaps if I give him more stimulation." Mayuri pressed a small button on the base of the device that penetrated his test subject. Slim, tentacle like extensions slid from the metal base and snaked up Uryu's sweat soaked body. They twisted around his nipples while others caressed over his balls and slid around his cock to stroke, sending him closer to release.

Uryu shuddered, groaning in protest and rapture, yet he felt none of his power coming forth. All he could feel was every touch and thrust. Even the trickles of sweat sliding off his body send small teasing caresses of sensual enjoyment. He felt it coming again. The heat building in his stomach and through his arousal. His balls tightened up, the tentacles curled around his shaft tighter, massaging him through another orgasm. Again he yelled when his seed was sucked in by the device penetrating his cock.

"Another vial filled, Sir."

"Enough," whispered Uryu, already feeling his muscles ache, but the pleasure was still washing over him, and he knew it would last much longer. "It's not...going to work." He groaned when the tentacles tugged and twisted his hard nubs and stroked over his still hard flesh. The pulsing hot cock was already thrusting and rolling again to snare it's prey into blissful indulgence.

"Come now, have some faith, Uryu."

"It's not...ahhhh.."

Mayuri moved closer and grabbed his hair. "I'm going to drain you dry, whether it works or not, Quincy," he said with a crooked sneer. "And when you can take no more, on the brink of exhaustion, I will make you rest just so we can do it all over again." He licked a tear that ran slowly down Uryu's cheek and chuckled soft. "No more tears. You are a Quincy, are you not?"

"Yes..I am," growled Uryu. He would shed no more tears, only sweat and the seed they forced from his body.

AN: Yes, poor Uryu. I got the inspiration for this from a certain picture I found online. It's in my pc files, but unfortunately I don't have a link to the picture. I forgot where I saw it, or even who the artist is. Some of you that have seen the art may know what I'm describing in the chapter. I added a bit of my own take on it as well. It is a very twisted, yet hot piece of art. LOL. I'm sure you all understand what I mean. Anyway, hope it was enjoyed, and thanks for all the reviews!!
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