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Destructions Malice.	By : Jessykins Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 10904 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Rukia lay several yards away from the two, knees pulled to her chest, tears rolling down her cheeks. His cries of pain were almost as painful for her to hear, in a very painful agonizing way she wished the Arrancar would just kill him and be done with it. What would the others think of her, curled into a ball crying when she should have been helping…trying…something. She shuddered at how silent it had gotten, was it over? She could hear footfalls behind her, but they were only momentary. Had she been left alone? Slowly she slid one eye open as if she were afraid of what she would see.

“Wake up woman, you have things to do.” Spoke a growling voice above her.

She instantly knew that this nightmare was unfinished and that it was her turn to be mutilated by that monster. An immensely strong hand wrapped its fingers around her neck suddenly and lifted her from the ground. Even now she could tell it could squeeze the life from her at a whim. Her hands instinctually clutched the Arrancars arm, scratching and pulling at it…but she found that his skin actually hurt her nails and didn’t seem to cause any pain to him. The Arrancar seemed to be sizing her up…or at least that’s what she thought he was doing. She believed he was looking for some way to make fun of her weakness, to dig at her pride before killing her.

So it was a massive surprise when the Arrancar pulled her dangling form close and licked her cheek from her jaw to her ear. It was disgusting, the thought that he would eat her alive crossed her mind. But only for a split second, for only a moment later his free hand forced it’s way between her legs. It roughly forced her Hakama and panties inside her genitals, his rough fingers jerked about rattling her entire body. She kicked violently trying to get his hand away, but he was so strong. Tears that had only just subsided in preparation of dying honorably had now resumed full force. He intended to defile her, he WAS defiling her. Even in this painful realization she felt the dampness welling between her legs, and she damned her body for it.

“Heh, who knew Shinigami women even had working cunts. I assumed you were all so stuck up this shit didn’t even work.” Grimmjow cackled as he pulled his hand out from her admiring the light dampness upon them. “Let’s see the rest of that body.”

His hand took hold of her Kimono and roughly pulled it, but her body moved with him and it only tore partially letting one bra covered breast fall into view. The Arrancar seemed annoyed at the trouble the clothing was giving him, and abruptly slammed the girls body to the ground. The second tug on her Kimono did the job and left her upper half mostly exposed, only one should strap had made it through his anger and managed to keep her breasts hidden for the moment.

“And the bottom…” He mumbled lowly now rather enjoying his little game.

His hand pulled her Hakama upward toward her head forcing the fabric deep between the lips of her genitals; the pain involved as the article of clothing slowly tore was unbearable and forced the first cry of pain from Rukia’s lips. This of course invoked a maddening cackle from her tormenter who seemed to enjoy every ounce of her pain. She found herself being moved again, just as rough as before to the tree nearby. The Arrancar was very quick in his movements as he bound her hands with her own tattered clothing, and proceeded to hold them far over her head. She was just barely able to balance herself with the tips of her toes. She heard the sound of his blade sliding from it’s sheath and winced expecting some part of her to be impaled. Instead she heard an impact above her head, she looked up to see he had impaled the tree so that her hands would remain well above her head and out of his way. It was only now that her mind fully accepted her fate and what lie ahead, she burst into tears crying loudly in fear.

“Shut up bitch.” He yelled as his fingers slid around her throat again, “Your annoying me with those sounds.” He hissed tightening his grip until her cries turned into gasps for air.

Rukia could no longer breathe; the feeling of being suffocated was horrible. Her eyes began to roll backward as she grew closer to blacking out, she thought he was actually going to kill her…relieve her of the mental burden of what he was going to do. But instead he pulled his hand away. She coughed roughly and gasped for air. Grimmjow showed little care and tore her bra away revealing her petite breasts.

“HA! What are these things?” he asked clutching one painfully, “They hardly even count as tits!” he roughly pulled one of her nipples, “They are all nipple, I’d be embarrassed if I were you. These things are horrible”

Rukia looked away in shame; she couldn’t believe what he was saying about her. What kind of sicko plans to rape someone then makes fun of her body? She struggled to refrain from crying, her lips quivered as the Arrancar toyed with her chest.

“Stop ignoring it!” he shouted just as he twisted a nipple hard enough to coax another one of the girls screams out into the night air.

Rukia’s attention was now fully on Grimmjow, just as he had wanted. His attention however had fallen a bit lower, and her panties were soon shredded and added to the pile nearby. She felt one of his hands on one of her thighs as he lifted that leg up and away giving him a full view. She refused to look down to see what he was doing, but she could feel his fingers exploring her.

“Heh, well at least your not a total loss.” He said as if it were a compliment, “I dislike this though…” he exclaimed as he poked at the small patch of hair above her Vagina, “I don’t think a stuck up bitch like you deserves anything so adult.”

She cried out loudly as he began pinching small clumps of pubic hair in between two fingers and pulling it all out bit by bit. By the time it was over she was gasping for air in between whimpers. Grimmjow only cackled below, as he surveyed his work.

“Much better, now your pussy matches those child-like breasts of yours.” He said letting his cackle fall into a light laugh.

Rukia herself could hardly breathe, let alone pay attention to the Arrancar’s words. But when those bright blue eyes of his came up to meet hers, she could not help but focus on him. It was almost like a trance, she was (for at least a moment) free of pain or fear. It seemed that was the plan, because she failed to notice the Arrancar drawing his sheath from his belt. She did notice it however when it was suddenly forced deep into her vagina, with such force she though it was going to punch right through her cervix. Rukia threw her head back and cried in pain and surprise. Her back arched wildly and her legs pulled off the ground instinctually in a reaction to the tearing below. The Arrancar did not actually thrust it inward so much as he scrambled it around roughly deep inside her.

“Gah! It…Hurts! Stop!” she pleaded as he shook her petite body with the roughness of his movements.

Surprisingly…he did stop, and once again he knelt down to enjoy the fruits of his torments. What he found surprised even him…blood, and not blood from his violent methods…Virginity.

“Haha!” he screeched with a sick satisfaction that not even he could hide. “You lost your virginity to this thing!” he laughed yanking the sheath from her slit.

He returned to a standing position, his wild eyes now renewed with all of the ideas now running in his mind. Rukia refused to look at him, he didn’t deserve the pleasure of seeing the wells of tears just waiting to begin falling.

“Open your mouth woman.” He hissed.

She of course refused to do so, and promptly found the Arrancars fingers firmly clutching her chin. He pulled her face to meet his own and repeated his command.

“Open…Bitch”

This time for fear of the repercussions if she didn’t her lips parted slightly. They were forced open when she found the very sheath that had just deflowered her flirting with the very back of her throat. A new flow of tears began, but that hate filled gaze remained focused totally upon the Arrancar.

“Clean it off woman.” He said a evil smirk crawling between his lips, “At least have the decency to clean up the blood the leaked all over it.” His eyes narrowed, “Suck it clean…Or I’ll shove it down your throat…”

With options like that…there was little choice. She began lightly sucking her own juices down, she was completely humiliated. She was only humiliated more when he began thrusting it slightly as she did so.

“I’m impressed, you really do have some manners.” He complimented sarcastically pulling his sheath from her mouth and moved over to the pile of tattered clothes.

Rukia could see him doing something with what was left of her uniform, but from this distance couldn’t tell what exactly. But he returned a moment later, he held a few torn lengths of her kimono in his hands along with the sheath. He smiled sadistically as he passed her moving behind the tree and out of her view. She could hear her there, shuffling about. The wait was agonizing, what was he planning to do to her now? It was made obvious when he suddenly took hold of both of her ankles and pulled them back until she was pulled tightly against to rough bark with each leg pulled to the limit. She felt the fabric being wrapped around each foot, and the feeling of the cold sheath against the skin of each ankle. A moment latter she was further bound to the tree, and now was completely immobile.

Her view was then consumed by those blue voids of his, “You actually look rather enticing like this…”

Grimmjow simply wiped it off and knelt down before her a third time. She clamped her eyes shut tightly expecting some new torture, instead she suddenly felt the wetness of his tongue delving between the folds of her entrance. Her eyes shot open as his tongue flicked wildly at her entrance, she gasped lightly unable to refrain from the sensation down below. She really couldn’t tell if the painful torture was worse, or that he was suddenly trying to cause so much pleasure.

She could feel every twitched as he sensually massaged each and every inch of her vagina. He stopped when he found the small nub at the top of her slit, and playfully flicked at it with his pointer. Rukia responded with a small whimper.

“Oh…so this part of your body is developed is it?”

He firmly bit down on her, and shook his head rolling the small nub between his teeth. The girl screamed, but this time…it was hard to tell if it was pain or pleasure at the root of it all. He pulled his head away slowly, stretching that small mound until it pulled it self out of his grip. The squeals from above only goaded him on, he focused back upon her clit this time taking it into his mouth and applying intense pressure. The Shinigami wiggled in his embrace, small gasps slipping from her lips at random intervals. Rukia couldn’t stand the thought that she was enjoying it, No matter how hard she tried to refrain, her hips rocked against him. Her mind was screaming no, but her body wanted more, more of this newly discovered sensation.
It seemed Grimmjow wanted the same, and soon pressed his face deeply between her legs. The sharp edges of his mask cut into her inner thigh as he did so, causing a light dribble of blood to slide down her leg. Rukia’s body convulsed against his face, the pressure in her groin was so powerful she though she would die. However instead of dieing her body exploded, a gush of her own juices spurted from her vagina. Rukia’s body tensed so strongly that she managed to lift herself up the tree a good six inches, moaning orgasmically as she did so. Grimmjow was there to thoroughly drink every ounce of it in. After a few moments the overwhelming sensation subsided and her body went slack in the makeshift bindings that held her.
The Arrancar had move upward again as she had finished climaxing, and had moved his face uncomfortably close to hers. Rukia could not break his gaze, it was as if he was controlling her…keeping her interested in some demented way in what he was doing. What he did do however was completely unexpected…He kissed her. He kissed her deeply, forcing her mouth open as he pressed into her. His hand pressed her chin upward and tilted her head back. Her eyes widened as she felt a torrent of liquid stream into her mouth, the taste was sweet and it was extremely warm. She realized even as the liquid slid down her throat that he must have been pouring her own juices from his mouth to hers. A thin clear stream slipped down her own chin, dripping onto her breasts. As he pulled away Rukia blushed wildly, the idea of what she had just done without a single protest was too much.

Grimmjow moved to the left of her head letting his breath fall on her ear, “You may actually be able to pass as a woman one day.” He whispered in a piercing tone still talking down to her.

Rukia flinched at how harsh his breath was on her neck, it sent shivers across her body. It hurt her that she wasn’t sure if it was in disgust or…lust. What she did know was that she hadn’t struggled or argued in some time now, and instead had done little more then moan and rock back into his tormentive games. In her thoughts and sadness at her own weakness she hadn’t noticed the Arrancar slipping behind her again and undoing her leg bindings. Her legs fell forward, each scrapped lightly by the bark of the tree forced a small yelp from her lips and brought her mind back to what was at hand. She found herself being moved to the ground, her hands now bound tightly behind her and legs held open by his sheath at the ankle. The Arrancar had stripped while she lay there in the grass, and upon seeing him nude she couldn’t help her eyes widening, nor the intense blush that covered her cheeks. He positioned himself above the Shinigami’s head, his large member floating just above. She stared at it fearfully, he was just so big, and she had no idea if she could take something like that.

“Open your mouth…Shinigami…” spoke the Arrancars commanding voice.

Rukia instantly had a small panic attack; he was going to make her suck him. Yet her lips parted anyway, she knew the penalty for such disobedience now…and did not want a repeat of it. The Arrancar said nothing; instead he slid the head of his member in her mouth. It was a surprisingly gentle movement not at all what she expected.

“Get busy slut.” he stated simply.

Rukia did as she was told, she slowly suckled on the end of it occasionally flicking it with her tongue. She was tentative yet, not enjoying what she was being made to do, but doing it anyway. Grimmjow on the other hand had taken hold of the sheath and pulled her ankles toward him until her lower body had flipped up to him. Rukia had little more then her shoulders on the ground, and now her genitals were once again at his disposal. She gave a muffled moan as his mouth engulfed her slit again, both sucking it in entirety and massaging her inner folds aggressively.

As if waiting for her moan, Grimmjow suddenly thrust forward. His member slid deep into her throat gagging her, but it had hardly begun before the head was once again resting just inside her lips. She gasped for air around his girth, but only a small breath slipped in before his length slid back into her throat. The Arrancar was soon moving in a slow fluent rhythm thrusting into the Shinigami’s throat. Though she gagged each and every time, it seemed her body had adjust some and besides a few tears she was doing rather well considering. The pain and discomfort there was overwhelmed by the sensations the Arrancar was inspiring in her groin. She could very clearly feel her own juices trickling down her abdomen, and gently gracing the bottoms of her breasts.

“Your mouth is much more impressive then expected…” grunted the blue haired tormenter, “Your pussy makes up for your breasts to.” Said his voice muffled by the girls own genitals.

Rukia found herself moaning loudly into the Arrancar’s member as she drew ever closer to climax. Her eyes widened as the Arrancar leaned suddenly leaned forward forcing the small amount not already inside, into her mouth. She wiggled in a panic when he seemed to stay in that position, she could feel her body running out of air. Just as she began to feel her consciousness slip away, he pulled back. She gasped for air, any amount of lust instantly turned to anger.

“You bastard, I…” she began.

But she was quickly silenced when his member was forced back into her mouth, and very quickly returned to a medium pace of thrusting into her throat. She squirmed wildly in his grip, but was unable to make any progress. Her body stopped it’s flailing in an instant when the cold rounded edge of a familiar object rested upon her second entrance. She knew what he planned to do very quickly, and tried to convey that she didn’t want that. Of course all that came out were gagged whimpers, incoherent and undecipherable. She used all her strength to attempt to keep that cursed thing away, but even her best attempts only slowed its descent into her ass. She screamed into his member as the tip of the sheath slid into her, slowly vanishing inch by inch. She didn’t know just how much of it ended up inside, but she did know it was far too much. As he drew it out she prayed that he was done, but the moment it neared her exit it was driven down again. He did it over and over, thrusting it in and out, covering the shaft with her juices for lubrication until it slid easily. By that time though the pressure growing in her groin was undeniable, in some way…she was enjoying what he was doing. She couldn’t believe it…the only passionate thing going on was the fact that his mouth and tongue were still firmly pressed into her vagina. His thrust pace had increased so much that she was constantly lightheaded, and he had begun twisting and jerking the sheath so hard it hurt. Yet nonetheless she was going to climax…harder even then before. So after a time she did, Rukia had felt immense pressure building. She felt like she was going to pee herself the sensation was so great, and in fact when she climaxed she had though she did. Her tormenter seemed to have guessed her body would react by shooting fluids in such a dirty way, and jerked his head back quickly just before it happened. She groaned loudly into him, even as her own fluids rained down on her body coating her in herself.

Grimmjow laughed, “Ha!, such a whore…you are enjoying it aren’t you?” he said letting her legs fall to the ground, the sheath popping out of her rear as it happened.

Grimmjow watched her body convulse and continued thrusting steadily into her throat, yet his mind was focused elsewhere.

*Those fools are all being defeated…* he thought looking out into the night. *I guess I’ll have to finish up quickly.*

Grimmjow casually looked over his shoulder, and to his own annoyance realized that idiot kid had passed from blood lost. He cursed himself for getting so caught up with his business. But didn’t get to caught up over it, instead he took hold of the Woman’s head and began quickly thrusting into her throat. Her body tensed and twisted in lack of air and pain, he could feel her gagging on his cock. Feel her suck in air whenever possible, could feel the bitches drool splattering against his sack and thighs. He loved every second of it, and it resulted in a climax rather quickly. Rukia’s toes curled, her hands clenched tightly as she felt the explosion in her throat. The Arrancar had released it so deeply that there was little choice in swallowing. She could feel his hot goo coating her throat as it slid down into her stomach. He remained there, with his member as deep inside her throat as it could reach. She was unable to breath, and was already severely short of breath due to his ferocity. Her eyes began slowly rolling back, her eyelids fluttered spastically, she kicked her feet violently. Slowly her vision blurred, he was actually going to kill her this way, she was going to die in such a horrible way. Her vision began to darken; her last conscious thought was of Ichigo.

*Please…live!*

The Shinigami had passed out; Grimmjow had pulled out just as it happened deciding that maybe she had better uses in life. He took a moment to wipe his leftover ejaculate across her cheek before standing and dressing. He could already sense his enemies regrouping after their many victories, and they would soon realize who was absent and come for them. Now dressed the Arrancar threw the unconscious women over his shoulder and with a flick of his wrist the air before him tore in a violent lurch. He turned to survey the Shinigami across the yard, his chances were slim…and it was better that he was left as a message. His violent eyes slid upward, more enemies were approaching.

“Tch, all weaklings anyway.” He mumbled as he turned to casually walk into the dark void between dimensions. *Five worthless hollow, for a new toy and a very clear message.* he grinned as the gateway closed behind him consuming him in darkness, *A good day indeed*
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